#verdigrissoup

SOUP! Thank you for the prompt <3 There was no specified pairing, but I assumed maybe you'd like a nice 00Q in this trying time (also, I've not yet seen NTTD, but even though I know what happens we're just going to pretend Bond retires and becomes a content househusband)

kiss fanfic meme: 7. forehead kiss

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Watching Q get ready for work has become Bond’s favorite spectator sport.

It’s like watching a one-man relay race as he moves from one room to the next and back again, collecting the items he needs in fits and starts and tucking them into his bag or onto his person.

The office yields Q’s laptop, the coffee table bears the report he’d been reading the night before—there is a brief break to down half a cup of tea—his tablet is salvaged from the bedroom, where he also gets into an argument with whichever cat has lain down on his suit jacket, which is still laying out on the bed.

There is a break to drink the rest of his tea, a distracting email on his tablet that turns tying his shoes into a five minute affair, and some difficulty finding his keys before Bond points them out on the kitchen counter (though how they’d gotten there was anyone’s guess).

Logically, Bond knows Q had managed perfectly well before him, but it’s nice to think of himself as essential to the process anyway.

There is, at last, the final pat-down as Q checks for all the necessaries: laptop and tablet, all papers and files, his keys, his glasses, his wallet, his–

Q pauses, hand pressed to his back pocket with a look of consternation on his face. He turns to Bond. “Have you seen my–”

Bond holds up Q’s mobile, abandoned earlier on the kitchen table in pursuit of more tea, and which he may or may not have sat himself strategically nearby, waiting for this moment.

Smiling, Q takes his mobile and leans in to thank Bond, pressing a quick and grateful kiss to his forehead.

This is the 007 Fest 2022 Round Robin Writing.  We hope you enjoy it!

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom:

James Bond (Craig Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: James Bond & Q, James Bond/Q, Q (James Bond)/Original Male Character(s), James Bond/Q/Original Male Character(s), Q & 00 Agents Ensemble (James Bond)

Characters: Q (James Bond), James Bond, Bill Tanner, Alec Trevelyan, Original Trans Character(s), Original 00 Agent Characters (James Bond)

Additional Tags: Q is So Done (James Bond), Fundraisers, Talent Shows, 00s are all bloody insane, Pining, Q is Not Amused (James Bond)

Summary:

The Intelligence Services Family Support Foundation was the organisation that worked to meet those needs for families across the services, and its annual fundraiser was only two weeks away. The reception cum talent show was an odd but popular event that brought in a lot of money.

At 500 quid just to get in the door, patrons of the foundation enjoyed an evening of drinks and hearty nibbles before enjoying the talents of intelligence officers and support personnel throughout the services. The evening was capped off with a silent auction for donated swag, the bidding on which could sometimes go into the thousands of pounds.

Soup! Thank you for the prompt <3 <3 This was a bit of a tough one, because I'm indecisive, so I hope what I did come up with is satisfactory!

(Hug Prompts: #14: hugging with head on shoulder)

See, this is a very good prompt, and I can’t really just pick one scenario, because listen – they’re all good.

Consider:

Bond and Q on the couch, Q curled into Bond’s side, head on his shoulder, Bond’s arm around Q’s back, hugging him close. They’re watching some sci-fi series Q’s been saving to stream on their day off, but Bond knows that Q is going to fall asleep soon. He knows he ought to shuffle him off to bed, but also knows he’s not going to. He won’t move so as not to disturb Q and then he’ll fall asleep himself and they’ll wake with matching cricks in their necks.

Or, Bond comes up behind Q while Q stands at his desk, absorbed by something on his laptop. Bond wraps his arms around Q’s waist and hooks his chin over his shoulder and looks to see if he can make heads or tails of what’s on the screen.

“What are you doing?”

“Working,” Q says automatically.

Bond’s pretty sure he’s lying. “Is it important?”

“It’s all important.”

Definitely lying. One of Bond’s hands slides down, over his belly and onto his hip. “How important?”

“…maybe not that important.” Q closes the laptop.

Bond smirks.

Or, Q is the first person Bond seeks out after he’s landed his stolen plane on home soil. It was a rough mission, almost nothing going according to plan and almost everything going up in flames. Bond finds Q in his office and pulls him close without a word, buries his face in Q’s shoulder and holds on. He smells of sweat and smoke and blood, and Q pulls him closer still.

Or, they’re swaying together in the middle of the kitchen, something slow from Bond’s record collection playing from a room away. Q has resisted any and all attempts Bond has made at teaching him anything even approaching a formal dance step, so they just have their arms around each other as they turn in slow circles like clumsy teenagers.

The cats dance around their feet, and Q laughs and rests his head on Bond’s shoulder. Bond rests his cheek against Q’s head, and he’s smiling, too.

From this tag game

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Huh. That's a hard question.

Either, the biggest surprise is how many short stories I wrote this year (I wrote two remix stories and some other odd short stories while still spending all year editing and publishing TT2), or it's the sheer insanity of the crack fic where Merlin disguises himself as a straight-out-of-stained-glass depiction of an angel in order to use him magic to save Arthur and Arthur feels honoured to meet his guardian angel. (Fic here)

My beloved microscope blorbo. He has the WEIRDEST ideas about what it means to be a man. Bond is a Ship of Theseus paradox and babes I am pulling up floorboards.