#sp00qy

[mi6-cafe]

MI6 Cafe Trick-or-Treat

Trick-or-Treat Mini Event

From October 24th to October 31st, we’re asking you to choose a specific 48 hours to do your personal comment-a-thon. The idea is that you’ll be passing out comment goodies just the same way that people would pass out Halloween candy! But we know that not everyone has the 48 hours around Halloween free, so we invite you to comment on the days that make the most sense to you.

What counts as a comment? Positive comments on AO3, kind words directly on tumblr reblogs, or happy rambling in tumblr tags. Publicly visible tweets and comments on other social media like Facebook and Instagram are also great for our participants on other platforms.

When your 48 hours are finished, you’ll fill out a Cafe form with your total number of comments and we’ll update the running Cafe total!

We hope you’ll have your own personal goal, but our fandom goal is to pass out at least 107 comment treats during Halloween week!  

#sp00qy #MI6CafeChallenge

[dixkens]

jamais vu

My slightly spooky 4th week entry for MI6 Last Drabble Writer Standing 2023.

Prompt: "My reflection just blinked at me." 100 words

“Q? Any hallucinogens in dinner?” asked Bond.

“No?”

“My reflection just blinked at me.”

“Just a glitch,” said Q impatiently. “Pay it no mind.”

:SESSION RESET:

Bond brushed his teeth, but his reflection did not.

It nodded meaningfully toward the door.

“Q?” he asked, “Did you swap your mirror for a monitor without telling me?”

“Fuck,” Q cursed, “That reset should have worked.”

:SYSTEM RESET:

Bond frowned at the mirror.

His reflection was mouthing words.

Not real. This isn’t real.

“Q,” asked Bond, “what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry James,” said Q from behind him as the mirror shattered.

:SESSION TERMINATED:

#mi6 cafe #ldws 2023 #00q #james bond #drabble #sp00qy

[emiliasilverova]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies), James Bond (Brosnan Movies), James Bond - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Q & Alec Trevelyan, James Bond/Q, Q & 00 Agent(s) (James Bond) Characters: Q (James Bond), Alec Trevelyan, James Bond (mentioned), Original 00 Agent(s) Additional Tags: One Shot, Comfort/Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Supernatural Setting, Supernatural Creatures, Vampires, Bakeneko, Shapeshifting, London Underground, Late Night Conversations, Melancholy, Internal Conflict, Heartache, Caring, Friendship, Team as Family, Sleep Deprived Q (James Bond), Protective Alec Trevelyan, Past James Bond/Alec Trevelyan, Q Is Powered Only By Worry And Caffeine, This Alec Has Been Through Things, The Author Couldn't Help Including History Stuff, Fanart, MI6 Cafe Sp00qy Season 2022, Community: MI6 Cafe | mi6_cafe Word Count: 2750 Summary:

If you arm yourself with a lot of patience, maybe you'll find a certain place under the streets of London. But if you do find it, beware. Without proper clearance from the Secret Intelligence Service, you aren't supposed to be there. Not only that, but the residents aren't exactly friendly to humans—that is, unless you are their Quartermaster.

(Or: an AU where all the 00 agents are supernatural creatures and Q is their human handler.)

Hello, I am very late to the party, but there’s a sp00qy fic for you 🎉🧛 (and my first ever 00Q fic as well 😱) Now perhaps day 31 of @3nigm4art‘s Inktober will make a lot more sense to you, hehe. Thanks to @prismatic-bell for the beta, and I hope you enjoy this as much as I put thought into it 😁

#james bond #007 #craig movies #brosnan movies #q #quartermaster #alec trevelyan #00q #q & alec #00 agents as supernatural creatures #fanfic #one-shot #comfort/angst #melancholy #friendship #if you thought alec was stubborn #wait until you see q #sp00qy

[definitelya-not-a-jupitarian]

me when I wake up and I literally can’t hear any ambient noise whatsoever

#sp00qy #where is the wind?

[aniron48]

offering

Another evening, another time I accidentally wrote a thing I didn't mean to. I have another short fic, which you can read under the cut and on ao3. It takes place after the canon ending of NTTD (so TW for a major character death). As I was working on a completely different (and much happier) sp00qy season fic, I kept finding my mind returning to one of my own cultural traditions, día de muertos, and the tradition of building altars, or ofrendas, to celebrate the dead. It's something that means a lot to me, and so eventually I gave in to the inevitable, and gave that to Q, too. There's a bit more explanation on ao3, as well as some translations for the Spanish.

Writing this gave me space for some of my own mingled joy and grief from the last few years. I hope it is a space that holds you gently as well.

“It’s terribly inconvenient, grieving you,” Q says to no one. “Somehow I think you’d like that.”

He clears his throat, adjusts the cempasúchil in their clear turquoise vase, and straightens the fuchsia cloth laid across his repurposed beside table. While he’s moving, grief is a verb, something he can do, instead of something he must carry. He has never been good at being still.

He hadn’t built an ofrenda in years, before he became Quartermaster. It was another tradition he’d let fade to dust, lost with his kind-eyed father before Q was old enough to shave. And then he’d started at MI6, where death walked the corridors, and sat in high-backed chairs: another bureaucrat, worn at the edges from her ceaseless work. Q had lost his first agent the same year they’d lost M, and suddenly nothing made sense but this. So much of grief in England was monochrome, a gray funeral in a gray stone cathedral where the only splash of color was the Union Jack draped across a casket. Q would never begrudge his colleagues that, but he needed this, the color and the irreverence and the bits of life he felt his ghosts were owed. 

“The dead are going to follow you home no matter what,” his father had explained once, the year Q’s grandmother had passed away. “Give them a corner of their own, or they’ll think the whole house is theirs.”

“There’s a certain logistical element to it,” Q says aloud. “I have to find a room I can shut the cats out of for at least a night and, well, you’ve seen the flat. They’d eat the pan de muerto, which is one thing, but it could actually be bad for them if they got into the whisky.”

He reaches out to turn the glass as he speaks, the late evening sun refracting off the crystal and turning it briefly into a prism that scatters shards of light across the room.

“It’s Macallan,” he says. “In case you were wondering. It’s tradition to leave the dead their favorite things, you see. Normally that’s food and drink, but, well.” Q gestures to the altar. “It’s just like you, to be as inimitable in death as you were—“ 

Q takes a long moment before he continues, his long fingers clenching and unclenching around his own untouched glass.

“Not many people have guns left out for them, I would imagine. Wouldn’t be safe. But then, no one can ever fire this one again, can they? No one but you. The height of Q Branch technology, and in the blink of an eye it was nothing but a relic. 

“So much of MI6 was like that, after. So many things I’d taken for granted, only when you were gone, they didn’t work anymore, and no one knew why.

“And then there’s this,” he says after a moment, pointing at the white ceramic bulldog draped in the British flag. “Imagine my surprise when they told me you’d left me this in your will. This, and an entire box of kit you’d said you’d lost, just sitting in your garage. It’s as if you deliberately went out of your way to make me remember you as a menace. And you were. You were that. But also—“

Q rubs a sleeve, uncaring, across his face. “Every now and then, out of the blue, something will remind me of you, and I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s a feeling, nothing more. And then I realized, it’s just living. You were so bloody alive that living reminds me of you. It drives me mad, because then I don’t have any choice but to keep doing it. Even during all those weeks right after, when there was nothing I wanted less.”

He stands, and runs a finger against the picture of Bond on the altar. In it, he’s laughing, unguarded and free. “You were never easy, but no one can convince me that the heart of you wasn’t good.”

Q stays there as the last of the light fades, until he has to light the candles on the altar to push back the dark.

“‘Amo el trozo de tierra que tú eres,’” Q says. “Descanse en paz, James.” He touches his glass to the one on the altar, and leaves the room to its ghosts.

#sp00qy season! #my fic #00q #00q fic #Mexican!Q #dia de muertos #ofrendas #grief/mourning #tw: major character death

[dhampir72]

WIP Wednesday - feed [00Q]

Title: feed

Series: after midnight

Pair: 00Q

Tags: werewolf!Bond, vampire!Q, alternate universe - werewolves and vampires, vampire lore that I just make up as I go because of reasons

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this fic for over a year because I am just not happy with it. I have rewritten almost all of it seventeen times Dx I have the other fics after this one mostly written but can’t quite get this one where I’d like it. I doubt anyone is even waiting for the update at this point but I am still looking at this one and hope to post for sp00qy month T___T

“Eve,” he says, and nods at the file folders in her hand. “You’re working late.”

Bond honestly doesn’t know if that’s true, because Moneypenny’s hours are a mystery to him. She always seems to be at Six when she’s needed, which is almost every hour of the day. And yet, she always looks perfectly pressed and at the ready.

“Hazard of the job. I’ll be off after I drop these with R,” she says, and then gives him a once-up, once down. “Didn’t expect to see you sniffing round here either. After Morocco, that is.”

“Thought I’d come in for debrief. Get it out of the way.”

“Liar,” she says, gold eyes amused. “Looking for your vampire pet?” 

“He’s not a pet,” Bond says, before he can think to deny that he’s looking.

“So you’re the pet,” Eve clarifies.

Bond keeps his face neutral, and she laughs. 

“Oh, please, like it was a secret? Like I couldn’t smell you all over him?” she asks.

There’s an edge to it, like she finds it a little distasteful, but Bond’s not sure if it’s because of their lack of discretion or because she doesn’t think werewolves should have anything to do with vampires outside of hunting and killing them for sport.

Bond glowers. She holds up her unburdened hand in mock surrender. 

“Down boy, I’m just teasing,” she says. “I like him, you know. He’s cute. If I knew he liked our kind, maybe I would have snatched him up before you did.”

“Where is he?” he asks, with no pretence of politeness. 

“He’s fine,” she says breezily, turning away towards Q-Branch. 

“Eve,” he says.

She stops. He wonders if she’s thinking about what had happened in Istanbul, and how she owes him. Or maybe there’s something in his voice that reveals more than he’d like, because she says, over her shoulder: 

“Check Medical.”

#wip wednesday #sometimes i feel like i should just stop writing entirely #but i like this fic and it's for me so i guess who cares let's goooo

[10kiaoi]

Sp00qy prompt: Vampires

#00q #mi6cafechallenge #james bond #007 #quartermaster #art by op #hms 00q #sp00qy #the whole time i was doing this piece #i was picturing them at vampikea picking out coffin beds ok #vampire ikea..... vampikea #**shot** #bond: Q babe... the sun is up... go tf to SLEEP #.... now why does that sound so familiar

[themerc]

a little sp00qy ficlet

under the cut, for possibly spoilery themes.

I wasn't even going to post this.... but it can live here in the Tumblr wasteland. thanks to Anyawen for the encouragement <3

title: K.I.A. word count: 343 pairing/characters: 00Q warnings: MCD

It’s a simple headstone, dark and rectangular, engraved in a lighter tone of grey. There are no memorial words or angel wings on it, just a name, rank and the dates of birth and death.

A bouquet of frostbitten roses lies in front of it, left there days or even weeks ago.

The soil still looks freshly turned.

Q hasn’t been counting the days anymore, now they just blur together. Why he came here after a long and tiring weekend at work, he can’t say. Nowhere else to be and too restless to go to bed early, perhaps? There’s a slight drizzle in the air and the dusk is just beginning to fall. A few candles twinkle here and there across the cemetery, but here on top of the hill, it’s dark. These rows of soldiers’ graves have always seemed desolate and forgotten to him.

Leaves rustle and the wind picks up, then abruptly dies as a solid figure steps quietly beside him, shielding him from the gust. Q startles a bit. How did he not notice? He turns to look, but there’s no one there. The wind blows his hair into his face. Q stares hard at the headstone, blinking wetness from his eyes. Bond stands beside him and says nothing. He’s there in the corner of his eye, vivid and real. “I should have told you before you left. I should have said something five years ago,” Q says quietly. “Not that it would have changed anything. But I would have liked you to know how much you meant to me.”

“Only ghosts should have regrets,” Bond chuckles, or Q imagines that he does, because he doesn’t dare turn around again. He stands in place, unmoving until he’s cold, until he feels the wind on his face again and he’s sure that he's alone. He walks past the row of headstones of men and women like Bond; people who gave everything to serve Queen and Country, and all that’s left of them is a slab of stone.

#00q #sp00qy #my fic #no time to die spoilers #nttd spoilers #character death

[spiritofcamelot]

Chapters: 1/1 (468 words) Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Q (James Bond) Additional Tags: MI6 Cafe Occult October Challenge, sp00qy Series: Part 2 of Sp00Qy 2021

Yes, I do keep reordering this series.

Q woke early. The cool morning on the moors and the old blanket did not combine for good sleeping weather. He would have to ask Eve for an extra afghan to keep him warm the next night. 

He grabbed his laptop and walked downstairs, making tea in the kitchen before settling onto the sofa in the living room. He made sure to set a coaster down on the table before his mug. Eve had joked the night before that the house hated ring stains. James and Q had laughed but obligingly put a coaster beneath their glasses. 

Waiting for his computer to boot up, Q wandered to the window. It was a large window, wanting for a cozy window seat. The curtains fell behind him and he looked out upon the empty moors. He was hoping for a countryside sunrise, but instead all he got was fog. 

The fog was beautiful in it’s own way. It blanketed the hills that they had walked over yesterday and the small family gravestones out the window could only be faintly seen. Even the trees around the house were blurred like they were painted by Monet. The sun, wherever it was, gave off just enough light for everything to appear pastel against a gloomy dark backdrop. 

With a smile, Q returned to his computer. He checked his email, only answering a few which could be done with two sentences or less. He looked for new replies on a few forums he followed. And then he pulled up his latest design to continue tweaking. 

As always, he became engrossed in his work. He didn’t notice the fog pouring down the chimney, snuffing out the low fire, and rolling across the old wood floors. He didn’t notice the thin layer of ice forming on his tea.He did notice when something grabbed his ankle. 

Q jerked his foot and peered around his laptop screen. A reprimand was on his lips, but no one was there. He absently grabbed for his drink and inhaled sharply when the mug was ice cold. Only now did he notice the fog throughout the room. 

The the whispers started. 

Tendrils of fog wrapped around Q, each whispering in a language older than the stone of the house itself. Q tried to brush them off, but they only seemed to return with more tendrils. He hugged his computer close. 

What is this? One of the voices suddenly spoke in English. The voice was child-like, lilting yet hollow. 

He felt his laptop being tugged away from him. “Oh no you don’t,” he growled at them. “That belongs to me.”

...to me? ...to US.

Q did the only sensible thing. He bolted from the room and back upstairs, starting a roaring fire in the fireplace to keep out any whisps of fog.

#MI6CafeChallenge #sp00qy #my writing #Occult October

[mi6-cafe]

Did you know we have a collection of spooky stories and art on AO3?

If you're looking to get into the sp00qy mood, we have a collection of Halloween-vibe works here. These are not exclusively 00Q.

If you have any spooky creations, feel free to add them to the collection.

#sp00qy

[melynen]

A Growl, a Chuff, and a Purr - 00Q

((Written for MI6 Cafe’s 666 word challenge. Not very spooky or anything, but once the beginning came to me, I just couldn’t resist.))

Now this, Q thinks as the snow leopard growls in warning, is getting ridiculous.

Q’s currently wedged between his desk and the powerful flank of the snow leopard facing off his new assistant. Automatically, his hands sink into the fur that feels as silky as his cats’, to try and hold the agent back.

“007! Stand down!” he commands firmly.

Bond fully ignores him, as is his wont. Q wonders why he ever expected otherwise. A moment of temporary madness, surely; or perhaps he ought to blame his fatigue?

Q sighs deeply. Of course it had to happen when he’d already spent 48 hours at Six, dealing with 009’s mission gone awry. Now that he could finally hand over the reins to R and Thomas, a bored 007 loitering around his branch had gotten the wrong idea about Thomas and changed into his predator form in front of him.

“Bond! Stop growling, you absolute walnut! Thomas is not an enemy, he’s my new assistant!”

Bond turns his head to face Q and mews in disbelief, the accompanying look making his feelings more than clear. Thomas perhaps isn’t what the word ’assistant’ generally brings to mind; indeed, by his looks alone he could well be a field agent, but that’s not why Q picked him. What impressed Q was the man’s intelligence, not what Eve likes to call his “smoking hotness”.

“You can go, Thomas,” Q tells his assistant, who looks relieved as he escapes through the half-open door and carefully closes it afterwards. Q appreciates his thoughtfulness.

Bond lets out a small hiss, and moves not a muscle even after the door clicks closed.

“007! Stop scaring my staff!” Q orders, annoyed. ”And do turn back into your human form, we obviously have things to discuss.”

Finally, the warm press of Bond’s muscled flank eases off. Q barely has time to appreciate his newfound personal space before Bond twists, and Q finds himself face to face with Bond, big paws snug against either hip. Bond makes a chuffing sound (which still hasn’t stopped surprising Q who is more used to his own house cats than the bigger ones Six chooses to employ — 006’s a tiger, and 001 a lioness) and noses along his cheek to his neck.

Q sputters, not having expected that. “Bond!”

Bond simply purrs.

Q brings his hands to the snow leopard’s chest with the intention of trying to push him away, but quickly finds that he simply doesn’t have it in himself to push away an affectionate feline.

Not even when that feline is one James Bond.

(Or perhaps especially not then. But Q digresses.)

So Q spends the next fifteen minutes petting the purring Bond and giving the lecture he’d just earned essentially to a wall.

In other words, nothing out of the ordinary.

Eventually, though, Bond turns back into himself. He’s still pressed against Q, with Q’s hands lightly around his neck, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

“You’re good with your hands, Quartermaster,” he purrs against that particular spot on Q’s neck again. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

With those words, he finally pulls away and exits the office as silently as he had appeared, leaving Q wide-eyed and slightly out of breath.

*

Q gets used to having a snow leopard shadow his movements whenever 007 is back to London and bored. His assistant, however, doesn’t. Thomas gives Bond, in both his forms, a wide berth, which certainly isn’t helped by the way Bond growls and stares at him as both a feline and a man. No amount of lecturing from Q changes that.

It takes another three months and a failed mission of Bond’s for Q to have a light bulb moment, and a small, Q-engineered ”accident” at the labs for Bond to finally confess his feelings, surprising absolutely no-one.

Afterwards, Thomas starts to get a greeting, and once or twice even a smile. Even if it’s smug, Q considers that a personal victory.

#mely writes fanfiction #00Q #mi6cafechallenge #sp00qy #alternate universe #shapeshifting

[emiliasilverova]

WIP Wednesday

Welp, I tried my best but didn't manage to release my sp00qy WIP on time for Halloween 😢I aim to finish it by Thursday, but in the meantime have the passage that makes me stupidly giggle the most so much so that I asked @3nigm4art to turn it into one of their amazing arts

The visitor was right behind the young man’s back now. As his presence was still unacknowledged, he lightly brushed the tips of his fingers over the side of Q’s neck.

“You know, Quartermaster, you should take greater caution. From where I stand, this neck is criminally appetising.”

“I put a couple of fresh pouches in the fridge for you.” Q’s tone was resolutely unamused. He shivered, then added, “You’re cold, you should drink them.”

“Ah, but you know how impersonal they are.” The visitor bared sharp fangs, inching closer to a pulsing vein. “Nothing like young, warm blood straight from the source.”

This time, Q’s hand jumped to repel him. “Alec, please.”

Not ‘006’, but ‘Alec’; and behind the faux horn-rimmed glasses, a look of genuine concern. As if Alec would ever bite the human he respected the most.

“Do I have your attention now?” he asked, giving Q’s shoulder an apologising knead.

“Yes. Yes, you do,” Q sighed. “Sorry. I’ve been juggling too many balls lately.”

“I can see that…” Alec tried his best to remain impassive at such a tantalising opening. “So tell me—who robbed my Quartermaster of his sleep and sense of humour? I’d like a word or two with them.”

A hint of a smile drew on Q’s face. Gently freeing himself from the hand on his shoulder, he spun his chair halfway towards Alec.

“An old friend of yours, I’m afraid.”

@mi6-cafe

#MI6CafeWIPWednesday

[captain-magicalkitty]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: James Bond (Craig movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond), Original Characters Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Supernatural Elements, sp00qy, MI6 Cafe Occult October Challenge Summary:

Bond sees something astonishing at the end of a mission gone wrong. Did he see what he thinks he did? And what is Q hiding?

#mi6 cafe Occult October #sp00qy

[aniron48]

Treat

"Treat," the second part of my sp00qy season NomiPenny/00qdouble feature, is now up on ao3!

Each part is meant to be complete in and of itself, and can be read alone. However, they cover many of the same events, so they complement each other and reveal different details of the story. (At the same time, each story has slight spoilers for the other, so bear that in mind when you are picking which to read first!)

This part is primarily NomiPenny, with 00q in the background, and the first part, which you can read here, is primarily 00q, with background NomiPenny.

Friends, this fic has so much of my heart, and I think it's in the running for "thing I have been most excited and most nervous to post." I might post some meta about it over the next few days, but for now, suffice it to say, I poured so much of my love for these characters into this, including my wish for the happy endings they so richly deserved. I'm happy to talk about this, always, here or in the comments. I hope you it meets you where you are.

#sp00qy season! #nomipenny #00q #my fic #nomipenny fic #fic fell out of the feels tree and hit a number of branches on the way down #also if you read this PLEASE slide into my DMs so we can yell about Deanne #a fictional character I have entirely made up #but who now lives in my head rent-free

[dhampir72]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon Rewrite, Movie: Skyfall (2012), werewolf!bond, Vampire!Q Series: Part 1 of After Midnight Summary:

Despite his attempts to look ordinary and unassuming--tousled hair, dark rimmed glasses, an unstylish wardrobe--it’s impossible to hide just what he is. It’s there, lurking behind the queer green-grey of his eyes, tucked into the curve of his enigmatic smile.

Vampire.

#00Q #sp00qy #but not really #no spooks here just a werewolf agent and his vampire boyfriend

[10kiaoi]

Sp00qy prompt: Accidental invisibility

#00q #sp00qy #james bond #007 #Quartermaster #mi6cafechallenge #hms 00q #art by op