#00qreversebigbang

I hope you enjoy this classic/campy James Bond mission fic, featuring grumpy ostriches, mountain lairs, sexy rival agents, and a quartermaster listening-in on all Bond’s shenanigans!

M/M, 00Q.

The Nut (Your Friendly 00QRBB Moderator)

Summary: It might not be for Queen and country this time, but when Q calls 007 is ready to answer within reason. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29772501/chapters/73239648 Not so affectionately titled: Never Have I Ever Hated My Own Writing So Much Thank you to dear Womble for making it much better than it was before your feedback (yikes, I shudder to think of all those mistakes) Just ignore this and go praise the lovely artwork by themuller HERE  https://ibb.co/gPhZtm4 It’s inspiring, thought provoking, detailed and perfectly in character. Thank you for being the best cheerleader I could have hoped for <3

Art and Story for the 2019-2020 00Q Reverse Big Bang!

First chapter is up.

James was not a novice at this.  Quite experienced in fact. He had a naturally dominant personality and had used it in this fashion both in the field and in his personal life, though not with Q.  Not until now. It helped to know that Q might have experience with it, too, but even if that was the case, James knew that whatever happened from here would signal a significant transition in their relationship.   He was oddly at peace with that.   James led Q to his own room where he sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for Q to kneel.   At James’ feet.   Q hesitated.  It was all he could do not to look away from James’ piercing gaze. “Q, if this is too much ...” “No.  It’s not,” he insisted and gripped James’ hand more tightly,  “It’s just that … I should show you something first. Wait here.” Q was gone for some minutes:  James heard him digging about in the small walk-in wardrobe off the bedroom.  When he returned, he pulled behind him a heavy, antique steamer trunk. Shaking his head when James rose to help him, he wrestled it on top of the long ottoman at the end of the bed.  He then took something from the top right drawer of his bureau and when he returned again to the bed, Q took James’ hand -- the one he had been holding -- and pressed an equally antique key into his palm. “Open it,” he said softly with a nod for the trunk. Q’s eyes were as serious as James had ever seen them outside work.  His tone was equally so but with a notable undertone that begged for understanding.   James stood but when he slipped the key into the lock and turned it, he did not immediately lift the lid.  He sought out Q who still stood at the side of the bed just out of physical reach. His expression was blank though his eyes retained a ghost of the desperation James had seen earlier.  His slim frame was taut with tension. You can read the rest of the chapter here ... Sanctuary in the Storm: Chapter Six