#sick!q

1. come a lily, come a lilac by pdameron (@slverjohn)

“Most people just pick whatever flower they think is prettiest. It doesn’t require a lot of input from me.”

The man walks up to Q, leaning against the counter between them. “Well then, what can I do to get your input?” (In which Q runs a flower shop, and his newest regular is almost definitely a spy.)

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i squealed so hard reading this fic. 10/10 would recommend

2. 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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caring!bond owns my heart fkhlahfdslh

3. Third Valentine’s the Charm by Castillon02 (@castillon02)

The first time, Bond was in Rio from 3 to 16 February, and between him and 003 in Kiev, Q didn’t even think about Valentine’s Day until he was browsing the half-priced chocolate at his local Waitrose.

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i can’t believe i’ve managed to go this long without an obligatory sick fic post, but here it is!!!

1. 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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bond is just,, so caring in this fic and im so charmed

2. when the morning light explodes by Mlle_Heloise      

When Q wakes up in the grips of a fever, he is surprised to find James by his bedside.

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ahhh so cuteeee

3. one hell of a drug by Mlle_Heloise                

 He can feel it again, the gun pressed to his temple, the clash that arose within him: the cold drip of resignation versus the burning desire to fight.

 He does now what he couldn’t do then: he calls Q.

After barely surviving his latest mission, James seeks out Q.

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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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@tuxedocladkiller

[text] James, I’m dying.  Come home now.

When he woke that morning, every joint in his body ached.  Q didn’t know what it was but he had planned on going in anyway.  He’d worked through pneumonia before, he could deal with this.  But when he stood to go shower, the world tilted sideways and he fell back into bed.  It took two more tries before he gave up and called M to tell him he wouldn’t be in.

Prompt maybe? 8D I looovvvee sickfics. Especially sickfics that include a sick little quartermaster. Maybe Q comes down with a terrible flu and, being Q, doesn't think he needs to rest or take a break... we all know how that goes. James doesn't realize he's sick until he's worsened and by that time Q is so tired and so weak he wants nothing more than to curl up on top of James and cry. James of course, is happy to oblige. <3333 --anon

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So I went slightly off prompt for this, mainly because I got some inspirarion from my personal life.

For those of you who were tuning in over the Christmas Holidays, you'll remember that I was violently ill from the flu/infection from wisdom teeth/ hand, foot, and mouth disease/period (yes, fucking all of them at once). I was absolutely miserable.

And who was there to take care of me? My mother, the prison nurse. So the scenes for this fill were taken from my experience with my mom when she took care of me.

Enjoy!

~Erin

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James hadn’t seen Q all morning: The Quartermaster had gone to work in Q branch long before the sun had risen, and had been busy doing…whatever it was in Q branch he did, ever since.

In fact, it was only when Q met James for lunch that he finally got to speak to his lover.

“Long day of work?” James chuckled, eating his food with gusto.

“You have no idea.” Q mumbled, poking at his food absently.

Then a small shiver made its way down Q’s body. If James hadn’t been sitting next to Q, he might not have noticed. Even then, James would have dismissed it as nothing if it weren’t for the fact that Q was already wearing several thick layers and, by normal standards, had no need to shiver.

“Q?” James frowned, laying a hand against his young lover’s forehead. The skin was hot to the touch, “You’re burning up.”

“I’m fine.” Q muttered, shaking his head, “It’s just a chill. I just need to bundle up a bit more.”