#another 00q

All lose, whole find (76445 words) by talesofwhales Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies), James Bond (Brosnan Movies) Summary: Aston Martin wants glory it can’t afford. James Bond returns from Italy with a reputation for control and the quiet certainty that he’s aging out. Dominic “Q” Quartermain has five winters of hard work under an old chief and a mind that hears engines the way other men hear music. Alec Trevelyan, RAF darling turned racing star, drives as if God owes him several favours. None of them intends to change for anyone. All three of them, inevitably, will. Endurance racing AU, loosely based on real events.

Here it is! I finished the story that was supposed to be three times shorter, but I was enjoying writing about cars, racing, and feelings a little too much.

how come a one-shot about the ugly lamp manages to collect more kudos in a week than a multi-chapter story in progress (same fandom, same pairing, same quality of writing because I write them at the same time) collected in a few months?..

how does that work?

should i stop writing big AU monstrosities nobody reads because my AU tend to be strange (James Bond as Mary Poppins is a good example of that hehe)

it's all a little demotivating.

(ok and my racing AU stresses me out because there's drama I take to close to heart. no matter that I wrote this drama myself xD)

here is that racing AU in case anyone interested (it's a trick, yeah)

@mi6-cafe

Wednesday and my umpteenth AU, this time, Photographer!Q, Hallowed ground

We are pretty far into the story, and it's finally fluff time after the previous two parts of whumps and overall heavier topics!

Q bikes home through the fine rain that feels like wet dust on his cheeks, with his head full of names and conditions and, frankly, loathing, and his body strung with one persistent awareness: James is coming back. Q could offer him to stay again. Could invite him to share his bed, and James would stay, and would share it. Q could offer him a number of other things, and he is moderately certain James would accept those, too, albeit with the benefit of the doubt. At the flat, he trips over Kafka and gets yelled at by Spinoza. Well deserved. He’s been neglecting them. “I’m working from home tomorrow,” he tells them, dropping on the floor and letting them climb over him in reproachful circuits. “You can stop organising the union.” The beasts purr. After five minutes, the kittens waggle off, and Q goes to shower because he cannot think of what else to do with himself. He stands under the hot spray, arguing with himself in three languages. He wins in none.

Inevitably, the pair drifted to Aston’s paddock and were properly clucked over: the break did you good, Alec; where have you got tanned like this, Alec; we hope you don’t plan to keep him, Eve; we very much want this one back. Eventually, they reached Bond standing guard at Q’s shoulder. “Aw, don't pout,” Eve murmured, smoothly ignoring the barrier of Bond. She tugged Q away from the car and pinched his cheek. “You, my little grumpy wren, are in desperate need of sunshine.” Q tried to scoff, but it was so silly that he snorted instead. “Stop it,” he muttered. “Shan’t,” Eve chirped, smug. “Brighten up.” Q’s gaze gravitated to Alec, whose grin stretched so wide it tugged at his scar. The sight made Q’s heart lurch with unexpected relief. Alec indeed looked good; looked great, actually, the break having shaken a few years of quiet fatigue off him. He didn’t grab Q into a hug; instead, Alec draped an arm around his shoulders and gave a reassuring squeeze. “My favourite chief," he cooed. "You look pale.” “You look great. Who lives wrong?” Q snarked without heat. “Ha! Doesn't matter. We're all about to start living right.” That was true. Q found that he couldn’t wait.

A snipped from (probably) the final charter of All lose, whole find, James Bond Racing AU with love...triangle? Square? Pentagon? Eh, I don't even know anymore.

A new racing season starts. At Sebring, Q sees Alec for the first time in months... in a slightly unexpected role.

Eve calling Q Wren here is a little nod to @pommedepersephone and one of my favourite fics in Bond fandom. Wrens are cute birds - they are tiny, round, and always look very grumpy. Here, look:

It is Q after either Bond, or Alec did something not to his liking, isn't it???

i'm finally writing the final chapter of All lose, whole find, and anxiously excited about it!

so i had an outline, but couldn't figure out what to do with it further for a long time.

and then i (recently) discovered i've had a missed miscarriage at around 6w, and what we thought was pregnancy (because my body is providing symptoms diligently and still thinks it's 10 weeks pregnant!) wasn't it since probably a week after the test. pretty stupid.

so after that the thing got written pretty quickly. funny stuff.

somehow, July ends up being the shittiest month in a year the second year in a row - the last year, Luciferase the cat got hit by a car and died, and now this and basically the Fest was my therapy the last year and this year, too.

so there's that. and a kid fic!

Babysitters Anonymous (2434 words) by talesofwhales Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies), James Bond - Ian Fleming Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Q/Alec Trevelyan Characters: Q (James Bond), Alec Trevelyan, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Pre-Relationship, Undercover as Married, Dad One and Dad Two Series: Part 7 of The Year of the OTP 2025 Summary:

Alec had been bribed to agree to it. It seems that the Quartermaster, meanwhile, had been plain tricked. Probably, Alec shouldn’t feel as gleeful as he does. Ah, well. Nothing to be done. Their charge for the foreseeable future: Kyra, a ten-year-old daughter of a freshly defected Russian scientist who currently goes through the vetting in one of MI6’s black sites.

that's what hyperfocus looks like.

can't believe i'm rabid enough to write 100k words on a pairing with only a chosen few to read it.

but those who read them are a cozy bunch <3

if anyone is interested, here's the series, a-prompt-a-month, ergo almost finished (the last one for December is already written):

An epistolary nonsense I've written, in three parts:

Online dating aftermath: pillow forts, maths summer camps and piercing

What if both Q and Alec had less demanding jobs, but still were too damn busy for the ordeal of a committed relationship?

What if they had friends who encouraged them to use a dating app???

Matchmaker

What if this Q is the kind of guy who organizes maths camps for weird kids? What if that big touch-starved disaster man Eve had found him on the dating app is more than happy to join?

Collateral Learning

What if Alec Trevelyan loves his allergic-to-romance boyfriend enough to make him the most ridiculous presents?

Me-adjacent