Perhaps Von Herder and Moneypenny for the <100 words drabble prompt?
Since I know you like Q, and I think that there is a lack of Moneypenny in the world.
🤔 With the word "quirks"?
Unless that doesn't spark anything, I can always offer a different combination—
Alright! I'm not sure if this was your intention when you gave me that word but ... My Hero Academia AU! (But only in that the superpowers in that universe are called quirks, there are no MHA characters here)
It also turned out... longer than 100 words but I don't want to try to cut it. Hopefully you don't mind
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Nerves coiled in Miss Moneypenny's stomach as she sat behind a silent Mycroft Holmes as the small steamboat putted its way through a series of underground canals on its way to the office of one that had thus far only been addressed as "Q." It was her first day since her unprecedented promotion to an agent in Britain's top military intelligence agency: MI5. She still could hardly believe that her efforts had paid off, and half-expected to find out that it was all a cruel joke.
The boat stopped in a large chamber. It was neat and organized, with several tables that served as work stations arranged in a semi-circle. These were covered with various components: plates of metal and cloth and screws. The remaining tables displayed a neat array of weapons in locked glass cases.
Perhaps this was, actually, not some cosmic joke.
As the boat came to a stop, Mycroft lowered the board and walked across the plank, gesturing for Miss Moneypenny to follow him.
She did, pleased that he had not offered her his hand, as though she were so weak as to need help to disembark the vessel. He paced towards an archway and led her through it.
Miss Moneypenny realized that the room they had seen was merely an antechamber, preceding the real office in which she now found herself. Massive machinery and high-tech gizmos filled the room in various states of completion. Upon a ladder, a man with sandy blond hair wearing a blindfold felt his way along the edge of a giant mech, power emanating from his hand.
"Q," Mycroft addressed calmly.
"Yes, yes Director," the man tutted, his words heavily accented. "I could hear you coming a mile away. I will just be a moment."
Mycroft shifted his weight, clearly annoyed, but did not speak. Miss Moneypenny followed his lead and remained silent as well. The man hummed tunelessly as he finished with his work, ignoring them while using some sort of telekinesis to speed the process along.
Finally satisfied, he began to descend the ladder, ceasing his notes in favor of speech. "You have brought me a new agent for outfitting, yes?" Q confirmed.
There was a beat of silence, during which Mycroft did not answer the question. Miss Moneypenny took this as her cue to take initiative. She stepped forward and extended her hand.
"Agent 9, Miss Moneypenny. Nice to meet you."
Q took her hand and shook it with a bemused expression on his face.
"Well, don't just stand there, step up," he said, gesturing towards a podium surrounded on three sides by armor and clothing. "Let's get you measured."
She nodded, feeling a bit foolish, although... without instruction, how was she to know? She stepped upon the podium and allowed him to begin wrapping a tape around her shoulders.
"Age?" Q asked.
"21."
"Blood type?"
"A."
"Quirk?"
"None."
Q's hands paused in their motions. There was a silence, and Miss Moneypenny found herself turning her head to look at the man nervously.
He was smiling.
"A quirkless female agent?" he commented, and the smile extended into his words. "What are you thinking director?"
Something in his tone made Miss Moneypenny feel like he very much approved.
Miss Moneypenny looked away from his face and back towards Mycroft. She had already pegged Director Holmes as being quite logical and most kind. He returned Q's grin twicefold, giving him an appearance of outright insanity.
"Something brilliant, or something quite stupid, I imagine," he replied. "I am certain that you understand."
"Indeed I do," Q replied, returning to his measurements of her upper arms. "What support items were you imagining that she needs?"
