Fanfic Recs

007 catches first light when he leaves.

Sometimes, James will receive a folder along with tense looks and bated breath. Sometimes, he's expected to say no, to refuse to sleep with a man just for a mission. But every time, he says yes.

He tells him about the inevitability of time and that it's okay to him that Bond will one day die and leave him behind. Bond frowns in the middle of kissing Q's neck and asks him if it's really okay. Q sips his tea. Laughs. Of course it's not bloody okay.

They sat in silence. As the moment stretched, Bond tried to think of a way to pose the question he wanted to ask, but he'd been thinking about that for days and he still hadn't hit on the perfect phrasing. In the end, he jumped in. As always, it was the only way to move forward. 'I want you to be my next of kin.'

Bond may not believe in sin, but he understands atonement intimately. Or, five times Q was the voice Bond needed to hear.

In which Bond develops a preference for sleeping on Q's couch rather than in his own bed, and Q is rather more warm-hearted than M when it comes to throwing him out.

Bond gives Q things because of reasons. Q thinks that Bond completely misses the point.

And the first thing James asked was: "Why does my head hurt?" And Q answered: "You got shot in the eye." Bond blinked with his good eye. "Well, shit."

Bond wants nothing more than for someone, just once, to be waiting for him at the airport when he returns home.

“You’re an expert at the challenging, though. I have handled—personally, mind you—three double-O agents, and not one of them has been the exasperation that you so continuously prove. You don’t think. Someone who doesn’t think doesn’t deserve hot water.”

In which Fíli and Kíli's brotherly closeness is really pushing the concept of 'brotherly'. Or at least that's what just about everyone - themselves excluded - believes. But then it all spirals out of control.

They are all expected to do what is necessary to complete the mission, whatever the cost. In which Q finds himself paying the cost on a mission gone wrong, and Bond tries to pick up the pieces.

There is something strangely threatening about the realization that he finds James Bond attractive.

In which Q is the flame to Bond's moth. A dark psychological drama about the courage to walk in darkness, the need to serve one's nation, and loyalty above all else.

The monster in him fucking hates the simple and separable monster in Tom-- the way Tom can let the hunger out and then shut it off and still smile at Hal and touch him like it doesn’t mean a bloody thing, like it is easy. Tom is always pushing Hal.

One moment they were human and then the moment passed.

It takes Alex some time to get used to her new (after)life — and, especially, her new housemates.

"Nothing gentle about what we are, the both of us." Hal and Tom get closer, and things change rapidly. (A sequel of sorts to "Burn Your Kingdom Down.")

All Bond has to do is look at his wrists and he knows—he could break Q in half.

“Well if not that, how would you characterise our—” he paused, letting the next word come out slowly, tinted black with implication, “—arrangement?” Q’s eyes met Bond’s as he very gradually closed the distance between them, never blinking, even as his lips brushed 007’s in a shared breath that was electric with promise. “Mutually assured destruction.”

More than anything, Mike Taylor wanted to be ordinary. Being a genius, he learned early in life, meant people expected too much. A career at the MI6 Help Desk seemed the perfect way to guarantee a lifetime of obscurity, until he got a very unusual tech support call.

It’s been eleven hours since M changed the status of field agent 007, Commander James Bond, from ‘Active’ to ‘Missing in Action’.

There is something dangerous inside of Q.

"It was much too late for being in love. At Bond’s age anything like love was trapped and walled away, a scorpion under a glass; what he felt now was like the fire at Skyfall, filtered through icewater light. And yet it was there, it was possible: one more reckless leap, one more deadshot fall, one more defiance of loss. It was there, waiting in the way Q’s eyes lingered on him, the intelligent desire in their depths, patient, saying, 'we have almost all the time in the world'."

Q can’t help but wonder how, exactly, his life has come to this. (The one where Bond discovers post-it notes, Q discovers how not to talk about feelings, and together, they fight crime make things far more complicated than necessary.)

How they're meant to play lovers when they can barely stand one another, Q will never know. He figures someone in Mallory's office finds it funny.

Hotch allows his fears to end his secret relationship with Reid. And then he realizes he's made a huge mistake.

The need is simple: Bond wants his body taken care of at work and his soul taken care of at home. But relationships are complicated, even with a contract outlining each party’s role and expectations. Add in unfamiliar power dynamics, international espionage, an assassin out for revenge, family troubles, and the occasional kitchen fire, and the challenges might be enough to overwhelm even two secret agents and a genius submissive.

After Skyfall, Bond moves into a new flat and falls in love with the music upstairs.

"Foggy, you need to calm down, this isn’t a big deal, it was in college, it’s not like you’re still in love with me."