#00q fic

[earlgreyinpajamas]

00q fic rec masterlist

last updated: 21 Oct 2023

authors

beaubete

beginte

SvengoolieCat

Tokyo_the_Glaive

aus and fusions

author au

coffee shop au

different first meeting, pt 2, pt 3

fantasy au

his dark materials fusion

historical au

m lives

nttd fix-it

q doesn’t work for the mi6

role reversal

soulmate au, pt 2, pt 3

spectre fix it, pt 2

wing fic, pt 2

bond

jealous!bond, pt 2, pt 3

pining!bond, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8

protective!bond, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

retired!bond

q

bamf!q, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7

competent!q

god!q

holmes!q

jealous!q

kidnapped!q, pt 2

oblivious!q, pt 2, pt 3

pining!q, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

protective!q

holiday themed fics

christmas fic, pt 2

valentine’s day fic

other tropes and categories

5 + 1 things

amnesia

auction

bets

bond’s break ins

bond’s souvenirs

bond’s swimming trunks, pt 2

bond the conspiracy theory

comfort fics

cooking, pt 2

crack, pt 2

domestic fluff , pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

epistolatory

emotional hurt no comfort

fake relationship, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

fandom iconic fics

fics with good mysteries

fluff, pt 2

friends with benefits

forced proximity

funny fics, pt 2

games

getting back together

getting together, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6

gift giving, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

hurt/comfort, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

insomnia

kid fic

kinktober

knitting

longfics

madeleine pov

meddling!moneypenny, pt 2

miscommunication

mission fic, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

non slow burn long fics

not actually unrequited love

other 00s

outsider pov, pt 2, pt 3

pets

post nttd

q centric

q has a family

q’s name, pt 2, pt 3

q rennovating skyfall

safe houses

secret relationship

sick fics

smut with a side of relationship development

theatre/drama

#00q fic #00Q #00q fanfiction #00q fanfic #00q fic recs #00Q fic rec #q #james bond #James Bond 007 #pining james bond #pining james #pining bond #bond #craig bond #craig!bond #Craig Bond Films #craig!bond films #craig!bond film

[thestalwartheart]

May I ask for 00q and a 💛 please

Hello my friend! Thank you for the prompt. This was such a lovely one to fill.

You can read the fill below or on AO3. 💛

After a weapons test goes wrong in Q Branch, Bond spends a moment dancing with regret.

relief.

One minute and seventeen seconds.

James Bond has lived through a lot. He’s lived through seconds that felt like years and years that felt like fleeting moments. He’s seen people suffer. He’s seen plenty of people die; killed some of them for duty, and loved others to their death.

So, a minute should be nothing. He’s held his breath for longer.

“Q.” With the hand that isn’t holding his jacket to the wound at Q’s head, he cradles Q’s chin. Blood slicks the path of his fingers, then sticks.

“Medical team are two minutes away,” says someone. Not Tanner. Not anyone useful.

“Tell them to hurry up. They can take the bloody stairs if they have to.”

Two minutes. Christ, Bond's only been here on the floor for one.

He strokes his thumb over Q’s mouth. His lips are blood red now, stained from Bond’s messy hands. They’re a grotesque mockery of their usual cherry red, that colour for which Bond has never found an equal.

“Come on, Q. Wake up.”

There’s a pulse at Q's neck. That’s positive. Breath, too. Even better. All good signs. None of them do much to quell the frightful adrenaline in Bond’s bones. It’s been there since he saw Q land badly after his fall. No, not a fall. The body-flattening shock from the blast which—

“What the hell happened to proper safety regulations?” Bond barks. The techs around him flinch, but he doesn’t spare them another thought.

Under his thumb, Q’s lips are moving.

“Since when were you an expert on health and safety, 007?” A warm puff of laughter comes from his lips, and Bond doesn’t waste another second.

The kiss tastes like blood and cordite, and Bond’s own blood rushes to his ears. His pulse is on his tongue.

This wasn’t how it was meant to go, not with Q. He was meant to take Q out to dinner, wine and dine him, and see him in a proper suit. There didn’t seem a man in the world more in need of sweeping off his feet than Q, and Bond had intended to rise to the occasion. But as always, as always, the universe sought to remind him there just wasn’t enough bloody time for all the things in the world he wanted. There was only time for this. This kiss. This moment, holding Q's bloodied face in his hands on the debris-littered, dusty floor of Q Branch.

Q hums into his mouth, then winces.

Bond pulls back. “All right?”

“Mm. If I’d have known on our last field mission together that this was all it would take…”

Bond remembers his and Q’s last mission well. It was three weeks ago now, though it may as well be a lifetime. They’d spent days under the bright, arid haze of Rome’s summer sun, where Bond had, for once in his life, turned down a blatant invitation to sleep with someone with no strings attached. Because Q wasn’t just anyone. And Bond was, frankly, finished with starting things under a hail of bullets that were only doomed to fail.

Regret settles under his skin now. He wishes he’d given into the delicate warmth of Q’s hand on his knee. They could have kissed at sunset with the Colosseum to their backs. He could have watched Q drink his fill of Chianti under the stars. Everyone believes Paris is the city of love, but Bond has always preferred Rome. Vesper once joked it was the memory of all those strapping Roman soldiers.

Gently, Bond strokes his fingers through the dusty, greasy, sweaty mess of Q’s hair. Unbelievably, it still looks intentionally styled. “Don’t. I didn’t want—you deserved more.”

“Oh,” croaks Q. “To hell with what we deserve.”

With a weak fist, Q grabs Bond’s blazer and brings him down for another kiss. And this time, Bond doesn’t wonder about the paths not taken. He sighs and kisses Q back. Q will live a long life if Bond has anything to say about it, but if they only have a minute left together, then Bond knows how he wants to spend it:

With love rather than regret.

#00q #james bond #00q fic #my fic

[aprettyspy]

For the wonderful @bishybarnaby. Happy Birthday sweetie

Happy Birthday Q

Bond had noticed it as soon as he had returned south from Skyfall. Despite an absolute shed load of work to do as a result of Silva's decimation of their security, Q had taken the time to mark the birthday of one of his minions. There had been cake, singing and the surprise gift of the afternoon off. Each time Bond called to Q Branch, there seemed to be a desk covered in cards, or semi-deflated, shiny helium balloons. Three months after Skyfall, Bond had arrived to return his equipment only to find Q hanging up birthday bunting in preparation for the morning.

He didn't see the fascination with birthdays himself. He had a vague recollection of cake and singing from when he was 7? 8? There had never been a big party- so few other children in the area. At Eton, his birthday had only served to remind him of how alone he was- no big parcels of food and cake for him. As he'd grown older, he had even begun to see his birthday as a steady march towards the inevitable; each one firmly reminding him of the ever shortening odds of him remaining alive.

Clearly, though, his Quartermaster loved them. James imagined a childhood of parties and games, maybe visits to museums and art galleries as he grew up. Definitely a lot of love and warmth. Why else would he insist on making such a fuss of them?

Ten and a half months after he and Q had first met, James had found a small, shiny wrapped parcel in the go-bag he had retrieved from the Aston's boot. Suspicious of an unknown object, he had laid it carefully on the bed, circling it. There were no ticks, it had no smell and wasn't moving or shaking in any way. Gun unholstered, he pulled on the bow, the silver-grey ribbon falling away to reveal a box. Nestled within were a pair of oval cufflinks, platinum and engraved with his initials. He found the note underneath the cushion:

"Happy Birthday, Bond. Do take care of these, they contain a tracker, of course, but also an EMD that will disable all electronic devices within 10 meters, quite the range, if I do say so myself. Regards, Q"

It was only as he shot his cuffs to admire them in place did Bond calculate this was the first birthday gift anyone in MI6 had ever given him and his first since a girlfriend 17 years ago.

***

Bond threw the paper folder at the wall in disgust, the 4 sheets contained within floating gently to the ground. He had reached another dead end. Every single time he thought he had a lead, it just turned out to be a brick wall. The Quartermaster didn't have a birthday. When Q had adopted his new identity, it had not come with such a mundane thing as a birth date - or confirmable age. Such a good job had been done in burying his previous existence that even calling in 3 favours had resulted in drawing a blank. So, he decided to try a different approach.

A few careful questions, a lifetime of reading micro expressions because his life depended on it and some word association meant Bond had narrowed it down to February. He then launched a campaign of attrition. He asked, begged, pleaded, hounded, harassed and even threatened Q to tell him when Q's own birthday was. None of it worked.

Which is why Q now found his office filled with 5 balloon displays, 3 bouquets of flowers, a number of half eaten trays of doughnuts, no less than 12 birthday cards and a pile of unopened gifts. Bond had just treated the previous 2 weeks as if everyday was Q's birthday. Each offering had received the same response; a shake of Q's head and a muttering of, "but it's not my birthday."

February 21st arrived overcast, but a little milder than the previous few days. Bond arrived at Q's office for 9.30 a.m. He handed Q a takeaway cup of Earl Grey and a small, red gift bag. Q placed the tea down carefully and met Bond's hopeful gaze. For the first time, he actually opened his gift - a selection of 3 colognes from his favourite place. Raising his head, he smiled at Bond:

"Thank you, James. It has been a very long time since I marked my birthday."

Bond beamed in delight."So I finally got it right? Happy birthday, Q! May I give you a hug?"

Q nodded and Bond drew him into a warm, relaxing hug. They stayed there for a long moment. Both men knew Q was lying, but they didn't care. From now on, as far as James was concerned, February 21st would always be Q's birthday and he was already planning how to outdo himself next year.

#happy birthday bishy #james bond #00q #00q fic #fluff #secret birthdays #Q loves birthdays

[fanficwritingcentral]

Why, Q, I'm feeling quite buggered actually (Ao3 link)

Hi, so this was a fanfic inspired by some tags @cicerfics left on a post she reblogged that were so true tbh. So I wrote it and here it is, hope you all enjoy 😘✌️.

Summary: Q never thought that this would be something he had to deal with, ever.

"Where is Bond, Q?" The tired voice of M asked from Q's phone.

"I, ah, wouldn't know sir," Q replied back, his free hand clenched in a tight fist, "it seems double-o seven has gone off grid," he cleared his throat, "again."

There was silence on the other end, a silence so telling that Q closed his eyes and bent his head, praying to whatever god there was that M would accept this.

A few eternal seconds later M finally replied, "alright Q," he said, voice drier than it's ever been, "when Bond finally comes back in, do let him know he's needed back at HQ. There's a mission for him."

"Certainly sir!" Q said at once and winced, knowing his relief was too evident, "I'll be sure to let him know."

Another pause, then finally, "I'm sure you will." And the leader of MI6 hung up.

Q quickly dropped his hand and threw his phone onto the couch and took a shuddering breath.

"Off the grid, am I?" A voice called down the hall.

Q groaned and walked towards the voice, coming from behind a half closed door.

Opening the door revealed the talked about agent in question, laying in a bath filled with epsom salts. The water did nothing to hide his broad gleaming chest, a chest littered with red marks.

"My, my Q," he said with a grin, "lying to M on my whereabouts again are we?"

Q closed his eyes and groaned again, knocking his head on the doorframe, "what was I supposed to tell him, James? That I've made sure his best operative is out of commission for at least a week! Do you know what he'd do then James?"

"What will he do, Q?" James asked, grin still so evident.

"He'll ask me how!" Q cried and lowered himself to the tiled floor and gripped his hair tight in his hands.

James laughed brightly, making the water lap at the sides, "do you think you'd get in trouble for damaging government property?"

"James!"

The horrible agent laughed again. "Tell M you were ensuring I knew how to handle every scenario I could face in the field."

"Oh yes, that'll go over so well," Q rolled his eyes, now leaning against the door frame, 'Hello M, sir, yes agent double-o seven will not be available for the next week, why you ask? Oh yes, I was making sure he could handle absolutely anything in the field so I buggered him so hard I blew his back out."

James laughed so hard water splashed over the edge and winced slightly.

Q sighed, "careful James, you don't want to push this for another week."

James' bright blue eyes flashed to his, "wouldn't I, Q?"

"Absolutely not James!" Q said and refused to listen to the voice inside him screaming absolutely yes.

#james bond #daniel craig james bond #00q #q james bond #fanfiction #00q fic

[ashmouthbooks]

mooore paperbacks ✨

I’m moving house soon + I’ve run out of greyboard and long grain paper = I can’t order new supplies yet

these are A7 paperbacks, self-ended, utilising the same misprint cardstock running sheet for covers that I used previously for some spn and ocean’s 8 fics. I really like these small format paperbacks for short fics - these range 1,945-5,592 words.

feels like insomnia by skylights (Bond/Q)

million dollar question by skylights (Bond/Q)

the sheer lack of professionalism by scioscribe (Bond/Q)

a pox on all your machines by scioscribe (Bond/Q)

#my binding #fanbinding #bookbinding #ficbinding #00q fic #00q #skyfall #james bond

[wild-chaser]

I feel the need to announce that I have many fics downloaded from AO3 in an epub format.

So ye desperate souls who need to read in the following fandoms, feel free to reach out:

- Harry Potter

- Supernatural

- Fullmetal Alchemist

- Suits

- Inception (Arthur/Eames)

- Marvel

...and many others, I can't really list them all. I got A LOT of fics on my ebook reader.

And am willing to share.

#ao3 #ao3 fic #fanfiction #harrry potter #drarry #samifer #supernatural #marvey #marvel #stucky #inception #911 fox #fast and furious #grimm #00q fic

[sparrowrising]

There'd been a boyfriend or two (4, actually), Bond refused to remember their names (Tim, Jonathan, Alex and George), content with smirking at them, knowing he'd still be around when the relationship inevitably went up in flames.

Thing is, he's not sure they didn't get the better part of the bargain. They got to see Q in a way Bond only got flashes of. They got to see the possessive streak Bond suspected he hid behind indiferent masks. They got to see Q fall apart, got to hear him moan and gasp. And then they got their hearts incinerated, so they could move on and grow new ones.

They'd probably be able to climb into a DB10 and drive off into the sunset without feeling like they were ripping their soul in half in the process.

Read it on ao3

#ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #00q fic #00q

[dassandre-00qpidsarrow]

Chapters: 3/?

Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond & Q, Q/Original Male Character, James Bond/Q, Q & Original 00 agents Characters: James Bond, Q, Original Characters, Rand Aguilar|009, Eve Moneypenny, Bill Tanner Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Anxiety Attacks, Dogs, Enemies to Friends, Trauma

Summary:

Fifteen years after he walks away from everything with Madeleine Swann, an older and wiser James Bond returns to London. Looking to repair the relationships he left behind as well as seeking a kind of sanctuary for himself, a chance encounter in a café quickly shows James that things are quite different from the way they were before, particularly with his former Quartermaster who has left MI6 on an indefinite -- possibly permanent -- leave of absence.

A series of deeply traumatic events has left Q a shadow of his former self from which he may never recover unless drastic action is taken. Hoping his own experiences with loss and trauma will help, James joins forces with Q’s stalwart and resilient Personal Protection Officer and an equally devoted Giant Schnauzer to try to pull Q back from the edge, but the mess James made of his friendship with Q 15 years ago may be a barrier they can never surmount.

Time and circumstance have put a rutted road of a million miles of difference between them, but perhaps the way back to each other begins with a simple, “Hello.”

#007 Fest 2023 #Hello #Team00 #Teamdoubleoh #Agent 001 #Boffin1710 #Agent 007 #Dassandre #00Q Fic #MI6Cafe

[pennybone]

Q finds him, freshly released judging by his unshaven, dead-eyed appearance, threatening life, limb, and family of a vending machine in the break room.

While Bond battles for his crisps packet, Q tells him, “You know those kill about a dozen people every year.”

“Not very impressive, is it?” Bond grunts, hefting his weight against the machine. “I’ve tallied that in half the time.” The machine rocks back onto the ground. Bond’s bad leg almost goes out from under him for the effort, and the crisps remain firmly in limbo.

Q decides this is not the defeat Bond needs right now.

#00q #00q fic #bond/q #q/bond #james bond #q/007 #007/q #my fic

[earlgreyinpajamas]

00q fic recs: protective!bond pt 5

1. Ulysses by girlbookwrm (@girlbookwrm)

“Paperwork for the new head of Q-Branch,” Tanner said.

“Of course.” The words were like glass in his throat. Smoke inhalation was a bitch. His brain felt slow and foggy, like it was full of smoke too. “Who shall I take them to?”

M lifted one white brow. “They’re for you, Quartermaster.”

Bond and Q are drawn together by names, work, and a certain Aston Martin. In which Q is kidnapped once, Bond is poisoned twice, and Eve is a badass on at least three occasions. AKA that time I tripped and wrote 80,000 words of 00Q.

All titles unapologetically stolen from Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

~~~

i have never been this upset in my life ahhh

2. tête-à-tête by Mlle_Heloise                

After it appears that an attempt has been made on Q’s life, he finds himself sequestered in a safehouse with Bond. With nothing to do and no end in sight, Q winds up entangled in a tête-à-tête with Bond which proves to be intriguing and revealing.

~~~

never let it be said that bond is not an overprotective mother hen

3. dispatches from the division by thestalwartheart (@thestalwartheart)

Bond and Q's relationship, as seen through the eyes of the other Double-0 agents.

~~~

man was really gonna fight anyone who looked at q the wrong way

#00q fanfiction #00q fic #00Q #00q fanfic #00q fic rec #00q fic recs #protective bond #protective!bond #Protective!James #protective!james bond #protective james bond #protective james #kidnapped Q #kidnapped!Q #bamf moneypenny #bamf!moneypenny

[stilettochat]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CxCgU6Mt9VR/?igshid=ODk2MDJkZDc2Zg==

Craftsmen of wooden machines. Reminds me of @ato-the-bean's Q in Truths Acknowledged. (9-13-23)

#craftsmakers #00q fic #woodenmachines

[thestalwartheart]

💘 for 00Q please an thank you! 🥰

Hi Bishy! Thank you for sending in a kiss prompt! This one was so fun to write.

You can read it below or on AO3. Summary:

In the middle of a mission, Bond makes a play for time.

hostiles.

“Forgive me for this.”

That is all the warning Q gets. He doesn’t have time to process it properly before he’s slammed against the wall of the hotel corridor and—

Kissed would not be the word. Mauled. Devoured, perhaps.

Bond’s hands are rough and calloused at his jaw, his knuckles slightly swollen from a fight the night previous. His mouth is rough, demanding. And there’s tongue. It really ought not to be as knee-weakening as it is, yet Q sags against the wall, undone. He kisses back with a bite to Bond’s lip. Grabs the side of his thick, sinewy neck and holds on for dear life. His thumb digs so hard into the gap above Bond’s clavicle that he’s sure there’ll be a bruise later. No matter. Q’s whole mouth will be a bruise.

Bond presses him closer in towards the wall and makes a delightful sound in the back of his throat as he kisses down Q’s neck.

Over his pulse, Bond whispers, “Sit rep,” and Q’s skin breaks out in goosebumps.

It takes a moment. The hotel’s lights are too bright for a man who has been lost behind his eyelids, wrapped up in other things.

He runs his lip around the rim of Bond’s ear. “Two hostiles. Three and nine o’clock. They’ll be on us in, oh, twenty seconds?”

Bond huffs. Goosebumps, again—more, somehow. “Best get ready then.”

But instead of pulling away, he pulls Q in by his chin, and this time the kiss is more velvet than violence. He runs his tongue over Q’s swollen, slick bottom lip while Q counts down the seconds in his head. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen. He can feel the shadow of the hostiles now, but even Q knows a few trade secrets: he cannot give himself or Bond away too early. The element of surprise is all.

Instead — twelve, eleven, ten — he pulls Bond in by his tie and licks into his mouth one last time. If this is to be it, Q is going to get his money’s worth.

He spares a split second’s apology for the taxpayer.

At T minus eight seconds, Bond makes another gratifying sound.

At T minus six seconds, Q feels heat lick up the base of his spine. Heat he can do nothing about. They are out of time.

At T minus four seconds, the adrenaline kicks in. His fist clenches, wobbles around Bond’s four-in-hand. Bond pulls away, kisses Q’s knuckles (in some warped way, it is reassuring), then turns to make violent, efficient use of his own hands.

It must hurt terribly, but when there are two bodies limp on the floor, Bond only turns to Q and smiles. He’s hard. Q can see the outline of his cock through the gap in his blood-stained blazer. His pants are dove grey; it’s not difficult to miss.

This time it’s Q who takes the initiative. Bond hits the opposite wall with a happy thud, and Q kisses away the quip on his tongue.

---

Commenting/reblogs/feedback much appreciated! ❤️ If you prefer, you can leave a comment on AO3.

#00q #my fic #00q fic #james bond

[aprettyspy]

I'm feeling the urge to write something silly and sexy for Bond and Q to celebrate St. Patrick's Day this year. James is already getting into the spirit

#james bond #Q #00Q #Turning Bond green for Paddys Day #St. Patrick's Day #00q fic

[the-real-karaage]

"If you don't stop prying, I'll burn you. I'll burn the heart out of you." "I've been reliably informed I do not have one." "We both know that's not true." ---- Jim Moriarty promised to burn him if he didn't stop prying. Sherlock had no intention of stopping, he did not care about his life, until Moriarty made good on that promise with something that the two brothers never thought possible or expected. The Holmes brothers both in fact did have a heart, and that heart was not a what but a who. And that heart had ceased to exist ever since he had become QuarterMaster.

Q was used to his brothers biting off more than they could chew, but it never involved him, until now. After a failed assassination attempt in Q Branch, Bond has been assigned as bodyguard to Q.

What follows is this: James is done(TM) Sherlock is overprotective John is confused Mycroft is annoyed with M1-6 as a whole and Q is not a damsel in distress.

#00q #00q fic #james bond #Q #bondlock #jonhlock #Q is a holmes #read on a03 #johnlock fic #bbc sherlock #007 q #007

[ashmouthbooks]

🔥🔥🔥

This book fought me every step of the way - so many things went wrong that it’d be easier to say what two steps didn’t go wrong: 1) sewing the textblock 2) painting the title on the cover (but even that is on thin fucking ice). Despite all of that I’m happy with the result!

Fic: Slow Dancing In A Burning Room by feelslikefire, one of my all time favourite Bond/Q fics.

The fireworks themed endpapers are a reference to Q’s fractal art in this fic actually, in a visual-metaphorical sense…the endpapers inform the design of the rest of the book from colour scheme to the little scene dividers. The bookmark I made on a whim from leftover scraps and the black bookmark ribbon was a last minute addition - I had already sewn the headbands on so I had to very carefully slide the ribbon under the headbands so I could glue it down to the spine. The red fore edge that can be glimpsed also wasn’t planned, my printer fucked up and left toner all over the pages and especially the edge so this is a coverup. I forgot to do a second coat of red so that’s why I didn’t take proper photos of the fore edge - that’s a fix for later.

#fanbinding #my binding #bookbinding #ficbinding #00q #00q fic #skyfall

[aniron48]

The More Loving One

My latest 00q fic, "The More Loving One," is finally up. It features James Bond at a gay bar; likely inaccurate IT metaphors; extremely niche Coleridge jokes; cuddling while sick, a frankly indulgent amount of WH Auden; and Q, Moneypenny, and Tanner being terrible at F**k, Marry, Kill.

This one is a bit of a love song for me, if I'm honest--to poetry, to gay bars, to friendship, to those places and people that will always welcome us home. Thanks so much for letting me share it with you. I'd love to talk about any and all of it, either in the comments or here on Tumblr. My asks and DMs are always open.

#00q #00q fic #my fic