#pining!bond

1. Where to Start by samanthahirr (@samanthahirr)

Bond hasn’t visited Q Branch in two weeks…not since Q drove him off with that reckless kiss.

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ack the ending!!!!

2. my house of stone, your ivy grows by cicer 

As far as colleagues go, James Bond is irritating, fascinating, and puzzling. Q likes him quite a lot...but only as a colleague.

Only as a colleague, of course. Because the thing is, Q's already got a fiancé.

(In which Q is in a committed relationship with a lovely man, but regrettably, James Bond exists.)

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the angst!! i scream

3. phantom by AtoTheBean 

"Q, do you believe in ghosts?” “Ghosts? No of course not,” he dismisses. “Do you?” Bond just shrugs, turning onto Q’s street. “I never did, but I’ve killed a lot of people.”

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Rare pair 18: James/Felix. Felix is in London for the week, and James takes it upon himself to show him all the sights, take him to the best restaraunts, and generally woo him. (Bonus points if it later turns out that James has just gotten finished with some really traumatic mission, and is putting on this entire performance partly to distract himself from his own pain)

James/Felix/Della poly but James feels left behind. Felix is here to fix that. Also, featuring a concerned Q.

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In a way, Bond supposed he sort of understood why Q was rejecting his advances, but at the same time, the more he thought about it, the more it confused him again. Mostly because he didn’t know if Q was strictly rejecting him, or if he was just… not taking Bond seriously. It was probably because of the mixed signals, his brain told him, because 007 and his quartermaster flirted every chance they got—either on an official mission, or off duty—but it would always be a ‘no’ whenever Bond asked Q out for dinner.

It was thanks to this that Bond carefully started upping his game a bit: trinkets, sweets, perfectly made tea that would sometimes appear at Q’s elbow when Bond was back on English soil (just no flowers, since, apparently, Q was allergic). All signs of a wooing underway, and honestly, no one could’ve missed that point, right?

No one, except for Q.

The agent suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. He was down in Q-Branch right then, but in the R&D wing, ready to test out some new equipment.

It wasn’t that he was about to give up. Not at all. On the contrary, he was even more determined to figure this puzzle out, if nothing then for his own peace of mind. (Although a small voice in the back of his mind was rather reluctant about the idea of being fully rejected by Q, he supposed he was still enough of a gentleman to accept that sort of response and stay wisely away.)

Bond picked up one of the new prototypes, a small cylinder that had been designed to look like one of those cologne samples, and assessed the feather-light weight in his hand. Once they finished with the testings, this would be house for a potent tranquilizing gas, as per what a minion had told him. Right then, the prototype one was only filled with a harmless dose of vapor.

Somehow, it sort of irritated Bond that Q hadn’t even been the one who told him these things. Q, who had arbitrarily handed Bond over to R, who in turn assigned him to one of the R&D minions, had walked away to tend to another pressing problems without even so much as a backward glance.

With a press to the atomizer, Bond slid the bottle across the floor away from him in an imaginary situation that required him to quickly take down multiple opponents at once, and started counting down on the seconds before the device activated.

“Wait!”

A familiar voice suddenly rang from the overhead PA, and Bond turned toward the booth where the minions were supposedly recording numbers and statistics to find Q there, looking alarmed and slightly out of breath among the other startled techs.

Too late.

The gas inside the bottle decompressed with a sharp hiss in only 2 seconds since it was deployed, the force strong enough to push the slight container spinning in rapid circles on the concrete floor.

When the isolated ventilation systems started whirring to life to suck up all the emitted gas, Bond had enough sense to cover his nose and mouth, realizing that something must have gone wrong somewhere, and hurried toward the exit.

Q was there on the other side of the door when he opened it.

“Bond!”  The air was cleared, and Q was able to pull him out. “Are you all right?”

“Of course,” Bond scoffed. “Just a little bit of gas wouldn’t—”

And everything went black.

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The pounding in his head pulled a soft curse from him when he woke. His dimmed surrounding was both familiar and somewhat foreign at the same time, but as the antiseptic odor registered into his brain, Bond realized just exactly where he was.

“Wha—” he mumbled, trying to wake up with one hand on his forehead as if that would, somehow, physically stop his vision from spinning.

“You fainted… straight into my arms,” was the reply. Bond hadn’t noticed that Q was sitting there at the far corner to his left, having probably been working before Bond disrupted him just now. “You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” He sounded amused, and after a bit of squinting at the expression on his face, illuminated by the glow of the laptop screen next to him, Bond could determine that Q did seem rather pleased with himself.

Bond snorted, the sound more inelegant than he had wanted it to be, considering the sloshing contents inside his skull. “If you wanted to get me lying down, you needn’t have switched the harmless vapor with the real gas either,” he muttered, and at the visible discomfort that flashed across Q’s face, Bond counted that as a victory. The throbbing headache was making him vicious. “Did you drop me on my head or something?”

“Even if I had, I doubt anyone would notice the difference,” Q quipped, sharp and witty as ever. And no, that had been a mistake. We were planning on testing the potency of the compound later, but the labels must’ve gotten mixed up in the process. It won’t happen again.” Q appeared a little embarrassed by the mistake, and for good reasons, Bond thought, because his head was bitching up a storm. “Besides, if I had wanted you lying down, it wouldn’t have been difficult,” he added, almost like a disdainful afterthought.

“Really now,” Bond drawled. To be fair, he was just trying to get back at Q now, even if, in all honesty, the prospect itself didn’t bother him that much. Not at all. “Well, too bad that you didn’t get there in time to stop me from wasting away that entire shot of tranquilizing gas, then.”

There was a beat of silence. “I wasn’t worried about wasting that shot of gas, Bond,” Q said with such a quiet seriousness that caught Bond a little off guard.

It was then that Bond supposed he should make a mental note to ask Q later whether this compound of gas had any intended or unintended side-effects or not, because, of all the things that flashed to the forefront of his mind then, this was the thing that slipped out of his mouth:

“Have you had dinner?”

After a stunned second, Q chuckled and shook his head. “You incorrigible man. You really do refuse to give up, do you?”

“I’ve been told I’m tenacious,” Bond replied, watching Q carefully now in an attempt to try and decipher his expression. “Is that a yes or a no?”

Q seemed to sober up at this as he stood up and went over, stopping just at Bond’s bedside in this tiny room in Medical, eyes boring into Bond’s own behind those slightly too large glasses sitting atop his nose bridge. “I’m not one of your conquests, Bond.”

Bond shook his head, and while he winced and regretted the motion, his answer remained just the same: “Of course not. You’re not a mission or a target, Q.”

The air was thick around them, almost charged, and finally (finally), Q let out a soft breath. “All right. Thursday night at seven. I’ll choose the restaurant. Yes?” A small smile curled his lips.

1. whistle and i'll be there by cicer

Two years after the events of SPECTRE, James Bond is living peacefully in Jamaica. He's adjusted to civilian life, sorted out a few of his personal demons, and spent a lot of time pretending he doesn't have any particular regrets.

But a sudden accident forces him to realize that he still has some unfinished business with a certain person back in London. Maybe it's time to get that sorted out.

(In which Bond is repeatedly subjected to the horrific, torturous, mortifying ordeal of being known...but does, in fact, end up with the rewards of being loved.)

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fhsakhf the mundanity of the accident but the enormity of its result for bond1!11!!1!

2.  as permanent as stone cathedrals by pdameron (@slverjohn)      

Q has been in love for two years, six months, and twelve days when James Bond walks away, leaving him with a bleeding head and a broken heart on a dark and noisy London bridge.

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i screamed when bond thought he was too late

3. questions & quarrels by Mlle_Heloise              

When Madeleine returns with Bond to the Pevsner Hotel to find room 12 empty, she starts to see a different side of him. She isn’t sure at first what she has walked into, but after a series of questions and quarrels, Madeleine starts to see everything for what it is.

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1. Heartlines by potentiality_26                

 Oh, to have been matched with an accountant somewhere, Q would absently think as Bond crushed an extremely expensive communications device under his heel and took a woman with this or that piece of information to bed.

 “If she stabs him,” Q would observe through gritted teeth.  “It’ll serve him right.”

Q and Bond are soulmates.  Between Q's family and Bond's... everything, it isn't as simple as it sounds.

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this fic slaps so hard and its exploration of family dynamics is chef’s kiss

2. Quanker Anustickle Iggywumpus III by reallyneedsalife           

James suspects that Q is his soulmate. All he needs is Q's name. He goes about it, however, in a rather roundabout fashion.

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dajhfak bond wtf

3. Evelyn by Tokyo_the_Glaive (@tokyotheglaive)

Evelyn.

That’s the name that appeared on Bond’s skin when he was about twelve and a half.  He hadn’t expected to get one at all—the name of one’s soulmate rarely appears so late—but for days after the letters emerge from under his skin, he stared at them as best as he could.

The name wasn’t hard to see.  It was written on his chest, just down from his left shoulder.  He would trace the letters as a child and wonder.

“Evelyn,” Kincade said.  “I’m sure she’s a very pretty lady, eh?”

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1. Heartkiller by Celyan               

 There were days — rare as they were — when Q was busy but not dreadfully so, when he was able to include a prototype in need of field testing into an agent’s kit and expect to have it returned in good condition after the mission ended, and when he didn’t need to despair over what went on the comms and how to explain those conversations to M, or even worse, Eve.

 This was not such a day.

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you gotta love the tried and true method of asking out via mission souvenirs

2. Sugar by withered (@everything-withered)

Contrary to popular rumour, it doesn't start with the kitschey souvenirs snatched from various locales around the world.

It starts because Q rolls his eyes, and drawls, "Am I to your satisfaction then, Mr Bond?"

And that's it. That's how it starts.

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sfhjaskjfh accidental sugar daddying

3. That's Not Tea! by SammyWrites               

Prompt from @christinefromsherwood on tumblr: 00Q, both smitten, Bond brings Q an especially mixed blend of herbal tea as a souvenir from a mission, Q loves the present! it smells divine! he could kiss this beautiful thoughtful agent! only problem: once brewed, that stuff is VILE! and Bond keeps fishing for compliments, asking him if he likes it!

This was such fun to write!

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1. the simplest of crimes by pdameron (@slverjohn)

Bonds says, "We should get married," as if he's simply commenting on the weather, and the circuit board Q's been fiddling with bursts into flames.

The two incidents are not unrelated.

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Bond and Q get married. It's not what it looks like.

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the pain hurts so good in this fic

2. people can surprise you (or not) by pdameron (@slverjohn)

“I’m not you, Bond. I don’t exactly have a technique for getting rich strangers to like me.”

“Just do your naive cute puppy thing, and they’ll be doting on you in no time,” Bond replies as he pulls up to the grand estate.

“My what?” Q asks incredulously. Bond doesn’t answer, simply giving him an indulgent smile. The fucker.

(or: 00q meets Gosford Park. Except not really.)

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gotta love the undercover as a couple for a mission trope

3. Lose Your Clothes and Show Your Scars by alby_mangroves, vix_spes (@vix-spes)

In hindsight, Bond knew that he’d made some bad decisions, but it was all his Quartermaster’s fault for being so fascinating.

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1. make your tired eyes widen (and your cheeks turn rouge) by thestalwartheart (@thestalwartheart)

It all starts as all things do: harmlessly. -----

Q likes a job well done. Bond just likes Q. It's inadvisable, perhaps, but also inescapable.

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this isn’t the suffocating sort of pining, but more like the decadent sort instead if im making any sense at all rn and sometimes i just like a good pine with certainty

2. the ballad of you (and your brain) by thestalwartheart (@thestalwartheart)

It’s the hands he notices first.

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James Bond has a thing for competence. Maybe that's why he likes certain parts of Q so much.

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yall ever just find this one fic author who does this one very specific thing very well because i just,,, am a sucker for the decadent and lush sort of pining and this author just does it so well

3. On the Care and Maintenance of Quartermasters by Tokyo_the_Glaive (@tokyotheglaive)

Q gets sick just as Bond's about to be shipped to Islamabad. Bond just wants Q to get better (and possibly fall for him).

(Or, the one where Bond decides that the perfect moment to woo Q is when he's home sick.)

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