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GIFS

HAMILBOND SERIES

00Q first meeting x The Schuyler Sisters

00Q Smart Blood x My Shot

00Q Make me disappear x Say No to This

Craig!Bond Villains x Aaron Burr, Sir

Bond/Vesper x Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

Bond/Vesper-00Q-Bond/Madeleine x Take a Break

00Q-Skyfall x Satisfied

MISCELLANEOUS

00Q x Neruda Love Sonnet LXXVIII

Bond/Vesper in Casino Royale

FICS

Paperwork to take home - 00Q

The Deads and the Martini - Vesper/Fields

Tuna for Breakfast - 00Q 

FIC REC: 00Q & Tea

HEADCANONS

Q-Branch Cat

Craig!Bond & whisky

Q & tea

Q as an art patron 

MI6 Squad (plus more): first favourite toy from childhood

MI6 Squad: sick leave

Life of Q’s cats- a timeline (Cat POV)

Q’s classical music preferences 

Bond’s reaction to Q’s obsession with Hamilton 

(For full credits to HC #8 #9 please refer to my headcanon week masterpost)

PLAYLIST: Q-BRANCH HQ MIXTAPE 

The whole thing concerning Silva had another consequence for Q, which was why he found himself hidden away in the depth of Q-branch trying eating tuna with bread past 5am.

Inspired by this headcanon. In short, there’s a cat living at Q-branch and it’s other than Q’s two cats at home. 

For @castillon02 (finally as I’ve promised!) and @chauagnes (sorry I can’t fill your prompt in time I hope you don’t mind this piece of hurried writing ;)) 

Tags: post-Skyfall, pre-slash 00Q, hurt and comfort (sorta), caring bond Warnings: off-scene dying animal

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"I'm so sorry, sir,” R sighed. “He insisted.”

At least Q’s second-in-command had the decency to look indeed apologetic. That sensitive and observant young woman, whom Q handpicked to be R, did shut away the complaining senior staff from Accounting hours ago.

But that didn't mean Q appreciate her insubordination, which as a result presented James Bond of all people the rare sight- a slightly red-eyed quartermaster sitting on the ground cross-legged, one-handedly typing away on his laptop at the most secluded corner at Q-branch at 6am.

"What can I help you, 007?" Q was too tired to mind his coarse voice, setting down his bread next to a can of tuna. Opened, yet untouched.

"Having tuna again for breakfast, Q?"

Q would have risen to the bait, yet he was pretty sure he would speak something that he would later regret. It had been around a month since Skyfall burned to the ground. If Q spoke his mind, he would bring Bond unnecessary flashbacks. Bond didn’t deserve that for his true sincerity.

So he just nodded, looking down again on his laptop to enter another line of code. The screen is a bit too bright. He waited for the grey-suited agent to continue.

The reply didn’t come. Of course one couldn’t expect normalcy from James Bloody Bond.

Q restrained himself till he felt the silence lasted too long for his unusual low tolerance.

“If you need nothing urgent, please come back again during proper office hour. I’ll be at the garage.”

“Certainly,” Bond agreed, to Q’s surprise. “See you soon, Quartermaster.”

“Bond.” Q tended to think he hid his surprise well in his dismissal. Bond gave him another unreadable look before turning away.

(for @chauagnes because she made me beautiful London Spy gifs <3)

To MI6 Quartermaster’s two precious fur babies, daily routine is as follows (don’t ask me how I extracted the info from their feline minds):

0300-0445: Daily party time! Knock things down! Sometimes the flat is all ours.

0445: Have some food from that robot box. 

0510: Snuggle on our human. Compete for the furriest spot on his head, ie. the fluffy patch. Bonus points for making him shift.

0645: Resist the noise from that silly “mobile phone” the human yell to. Help him to get it off the pillow. Make sure our efforts are acknowledged- more food!

0700: Snatch his toast- that’s good for the claws. Remember to avoid that mug with hot brownish dirty water (Ewwww). Eat the snacks offered only after 5 pets on the head and 2 scratches behind each ear.

0720: Sit on his shoes or bag. DON’T MOVE. Not that we miss him. This will definitely earn 3 scratches behind ears. Then we can purr to send him off.

0730-0915: Walk around to inspect the flat. Note down anything interesting for later. Don’t mess things up because no one sees. Parade in front of the circular “camera” to distract him at work.

0916-1500: Retreat to the bed. Washing or napping. Save energy for later. 

1500-?: Count birds. Or more napping. Teach the paper roll in the loo a lesson.

When human’s home (usually 2000-2200): Replace all the awful scent he got with ours. Call him names if he’s very late- he can’t tell them apart. Purrs if he looks really tired. But don’t stop asking for treats- you earn it!

If human’s still working: DISTRACT HIM. DEMAND HIM TO LOOK AT US. PET US! PLAY FETCH WITH US! HOW DARE HE IGNORE US??

The above is subjected to changes due to daily mood.

If another human (human#2) invades at night… TOLERATE HIM. HIS SCRATCHING SKILLS ARE NICER!! He’s useful and makes human give us more treats.

2200-0400: Go to another room to hide- the noises and smell (what scent is even that ugh) will be ridiculous and very very disgusting. Take those unusual piles of clothes they throw on the floor as apology. Make good use of them! 

0445: The robot box delivers food- that’s the only reliable thing in the flat. Chew louder to ignore more noises from the room. Seriously you humans.

0500-0630: Sneak in if bedroom door opens. Snuggle time! Ignore the scents only because one more nude human on bed is warmer. If they don’t acknowledge your presence, let them. They’ll pay for that later.

0630: Human#2 wakes up. Demand apology in the form of treats. Say anything nonsense to drown his complaints over his clothes- he never understands our speech. No need to waste our breath. If our usual human doesn’t wake up at usual time, scream for more treats. That works every time.

0745-0800 (if they stay in): Yell at the closed toilet door. If the human#2 opens it, put on a show of playing with those boring slippers and ignore him. He likes to be showered with attention. If you manage to get the towel off his waist in front of another human (and made sure he’s awake to see it), bonus snacks ensued after another hour or two getting locked out of the bedroom.

1000: Human breakfast time. Treat yourself with some toasts on human#2’s plate. Compete for the usual human lap even though it may be slightly uncomfortable if human#2 do something silly (and human seems to like it).

James Bond: Sick leave is one of the excuses reasons he used to dodge psychological evaluations. He was once reported, but Q hacked into the database of the Medical and helped him to present the proofs. The fifth time Bond was reported, Q simply erased the complaint from the Psych team.

Eve Moneypenny: Rarely needs sick days- she leads a very healthy lifestyle. She’s got a personal video chatting system Q developed for her to oversee everything just in case . 

Gareth Mallory: Unless hospitalised or with high fever, he’d still be at work. Whenever he has a flu, he’ll ask Moneypenny to rearrange his schedule so he’s meeting the politicians he detests the most.

Bill Tanner: Uses sick leave like a normal person. Works from home and shuts himself in his study, so he’ll not spread the flu around and can work without his family’s knowledge.

(Toys from childhood of course- this is a SFW blog lol)

James Bond: Plush dog. It was given by his parents because 3-year-old James couldn’t sleep after their Scottish terrier died of old age. 

Eve Moneypenny: Boomerang. She threw a tantrum after her dad gave it away secretly because she broke quite a few windows by the age of 6.

Gareth Mallory: Toy drum set. Mallory’s favourite cousin was the drummer at a rock band and she gave him a toy set for his first day at school.

Bill Tanner: Mini-football. He still has it today and plays with his youngest son in the corridor at home from time to time.

Q: Lego! Visitors were stunned to see 2-year-old Q happily building stuff with standard lego blocks. His parents were amused because they were confident that their talented son could tell toys apart from food.

Bonus

Vesper Lynd: Toy stethoscope. Not that she enjoyed playing doctor with her dolls much. She just loved the encouraging warm smile from her busy parents, both cardiologists, whenever they saw she pick it up.

Camille Montes: Matryoshka doll set. Her maternal grandpa gave her one for 3-year-old birthday- finally she had something prettier than her sisters’.

Madeleine Swann: Kaleidoscope. A gift from her father after the first business trip- at the age of 5 she was sent to a babysitter. She threw it away years later once she knew that trip’s true nature.

QB-HQ: MIXTAPE

New to all-nighters at Q-Branch? We’ve got you a playlist while you’re stuck with your laptops/microscopes/welders!

Listen to whole playlist on Youtube-

Go With The Flow - Queens Of The Stone Age

Clubbed to death - Matrix Soundtrack (Rob Dougan)

Firestarter - The Prodigy

Heavyweight - Infected Mushroom

The Brutalist - The Hacker

Haunted - Evanescence

My Shot - Hamilton Soundtrack (Lin-Manuel Miranda)

Sick Sad Little World - Incubus

Brave New World - Iron Maiden

Following @monologues91​‘s brilliant take of Q’s mother being half-German and half-British [x]

Q’s mother was a promising soprano until she had illness that required surgeries that put singing out of question. She managed to recover from the terrible loss and later started to sponsor opera-related outreach programmes. The idea of “if you enjoy something enough but you can’t do it, encourage those who can.” had taken root in Q’s mind since his youth. 

Q enjoys painting more than music. He can’t draw very nicely though (to his standard).

His mother loved works by Casper David Friedrich. One of Q’s fondest childhood memories was appreciating the beautiful collection of paintings by the German romantic painter at Old National Gallery in East Berlin, his little hand in his mother’s warm hand as she whispered how she got to know those paintings. 

After his mother passed away. he donated his first-year salary at MI6 to the Berlin State Museums, which manages the Gallery, on the condition that it’d only be used for maintenance and restoration of his mother’s favourite paintings. He still donates money for outreach programmes there from time to time.

When he learnt the only painting by CDF at The National Gallery would be removed from public display, he spent an afternoon off to sit and stare at iti. He was then a senior member of Q-Branch and he expected to take over from R soon. He never knew M herself watched him for several minutes from a distance, just to be certain of her plans for this bright young man. Tanner actually liked this spontaneous “fieldwork”. 

Shortly before the explosion of SIS building, Q, still not knowing he’d be promoted to the head of Q-Branch one day, ran into M at a fundraising night at The National Gallery. M casually gave away her favourite was J.M.W. Turner’s The Fighting Temeraire. (Note: I owe this to the stunning meta by @timetospy and her friends.)