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The Perfect Gift (00qad, fluff)

Birthdays had always been quite tricky in Q's mind - any kind of festivity that contemplated the exchanging of gifts was, really. Unlike Danny, Q didn't get any kind of excitement out of browsing around for the perfect present: the only things he felt were nerves and anxiety as his mind perfectly painted in wide strokes just how disappointed the intended receiver would look once the wrapping paper was ripped away, revealing what he had hoped it would make the other person smile.

Maybe it was just the consequence of his parents never really showing much excitement for his gifts - they either were useless or too useful; they were in the wrong size, in the wrong colour, in the wrong fabric; they were just that tiny bit off of the mark that ruined them completely.

Q had learnt the art of aggregating himself to other people when it came to buying presents, the extent of his involvement mostly being handing out his quota and signing whatever birthday card had been selected as the most appropriate - he didn't give advice, he didn't get involved in the choices, he said yes to absolutely everything that got proposed on various email threads or WhatsApp groups: as long as he didn't have to endure the disappointment alone, he was fine with it.

However, it wasn't exactly something he could do when it came to his lovers.

Not that James, Alex and Danny had ever reacted with anything less than enthusiasm at every single one of his gifts but still, there was a part of him always on the lookout for a shadow in their eyes; a slump in their shoulders; a crookedness in their smiles.

He really, really hated giving presents - and receiving them.

"You could build him a car"

"We both know that wouldn't last long"

Alex tilted his head to the side "It doesn't matter how long it would last, just that he likes it and if he destroys it, it's on him"

"And then it's a problem for me when he comes begging for me to rebuild it" Q pointed out, sighing into his tea under the guise of blowing on it.

"Fair" Danny said with a shrug that earned him a warning growl from Pampuria, bothered by the fact he had dared to move so much when she had graced his lap with her presence for her nap "I would suggest some kind of weapon but you already said no"

"I give him weapons all the time!"

"There's always those exploding pens he never shuts up about..."

"Oh no, he will never get one of those" it was just... an inside joke between them, he supposed - part of a banter they had been throwing back and forth ever since day one; somehow, giving in and handing James an exploding pen woidl feel like letting go of a part of them that had been there ever since their first meeting at the National Gallery.

It would feel like moving on.

Q never wanted to move on from James.

He sighed again, this time not even trying to disguise it at all, and let his head drop on Alex's shoulder, looking for the comfort of the other's solid and calming presence "Sorry, I know you just want to help"

"It's okay" it had been a long time since Alex had really been bothered by Q's snappish nature, he knew his partner well enough to realise that it just was the way he reacted to stressful situations - and if there was something that put Q on the edge, it was any kind of gift giving "What other ideas do you have?" He inquired, reaching up to bury his fingers in the other's curls in what he hoped to be a soothing manner.

"I don't know, what do you get to the man who has everything?"

Arguably, nobody could ever have everything in the world but Alex decided it was better to keep his observation to himself and just hum "It doesn't have to be something big"

"It's his fiftieth birthday!"

"So what?" Danny inquired, resisting the urge to shrug again: he didn't exactly want Pampuria's sharp claws digging into his thigh, especially since she had been in a rather foul mood recently and none of them had managed to settle her down long enough to cut them shorter "The important thing is that it makes him smile, not how big or shiny or how expensive it is"

"I hate that you're right"

"No, you love it" Danny grinned, carefully moving his foot to nudge Q's "You'll find the perfect one, I have faith in you"

"Maybe it's misplaced in this case"

"Faith in you is never misplaced" James retorted without losing a beat as he entered the kitchen, grinning at the way his partners all jumped a little "Talking behind my back, uh?"

"Oh, shut up you bastard"

James bent down over Q, his hand skimming along Alex's shoulders "Why don't you do it, my dear Quartermaster?"

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Could you do number 14 (open the door!) without too much angst for 00qad please? :)

Not too much angst is so h a r d but I managed lolThis is short and silly, I'm sorry *hides****James glared at the locked door and not for the first time that afternoon, he wondered why exactly their kitchen had a door - wasn't that a security hazard? If there was a fire, one should have been able to escape as fast as possible, right? Right: it was a perfect reasoning, it didn't hit any bumps or potholes when he ran it through his mind to check it over - like Q and Alex repeated him to do, especially if a tiny part of his brain pointed out to him that what he was thinking about might have been a tad stupid. Obviously, that referred to his impulsive plans out in the field but James was pretty sure they would have appreciated knowing that he used the method also for everyday reasoning. "Glaring at it won't make the door suddenly open" Danny said from the couch on which he was sprawled, Turing napping on his stomach as if the younger man just was a piece of furniture. James scowled "If you hadn't let Q in the kitchen, I wouldn't be glaring at a locked door now" he pointed out; there was a ban in their household and it was there for a very good reason: Q couldn't be trusted near any kitchen appliances and he barely was allowed to warm food up in the microwave, provided that there was someone in the house to make sure he didn't accidentally burn the house down or blow himself up. "I was napping" Danny shrugged. Alex cleared his throat "I suppose... he's an adult, we should start trusting him in the kitchen" James turned around to shoot the other man a disbelieving look: Alex was sensible, he was supposed to be on his side "Apart from the number written on his licence and his work attitude, does he ever behave as if he actually left college?" "Well..""No, he doesn't" James interrupted before Alex could try to answer "He doesn't eat a proper meal unless it's put right in front of his nose; he doesn't go to sleep until he passes out or he's forced to go to bed; he drinks way too much tea - do I need to go on?""No, we got it" Danny sighed "I don't smell anything burning, though: it might not be as bad as you fear" Always the optimist - if James didn't love Danny so much, he would have been irritated by his attitude; instead, it helped James to see things under a better light and he was grateful for that "You don't need to necessarily burn food to poison yourself" he pointed out. "I think you're worrying a little too much" Alex offered, one hand tentatively wrapping around James' in an offer of comfort. Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn't. James turned around and, even while he squeezed Alex's hand as if it was his personal anti-stress ball, he pounded on the locked surface in front of him "Open the door!""Just a minute!" Q called back. "He sounds fine" Danny observed, cooing at Turing when the cat stretched just to butt his head against his jaw, looking for either a scratch or a kiss - James wasn't sure whether only their cats looked for kisses because they had gotten used to them or if it was just a cat thing. Q could have probably given him a coherent answer. If only he got out of that goddamn kitchen."I'll tear this door down if you don't open it right this instant!""James, breathe""Give me a second!""NOW, Q!""Fine, fine" Q rolled his eyes and opened the door, opening his arms wide "Tadaah, I'm alive" he said, voice dripping with sarcasm - his breath was cut off when James threw himself at him, hands patting him down and lips pressed against his forehead in frantic kisses "I'm okay, James. I was just heating up a Pop Tart" Danny slid off of the couch "We still have those?"Q nodded from over James' shoulder "Yeah but I ate the last strawberry one""Cool, I prefer vanilla anyway"

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number 14 for 00qad please!!!!

That night, Alex felt hypersensitive - not in a bad and overwhelming way, but his senses were definitely amplified.

From the kitchen came the familiar noises of Danny making some kind of snack - something involving the microwave if the tiny beeps were anything to go by - and of Q opening a can of wet food for the cats, that purred happily.

Alex's fingers tentatively stole down his thigh and slipped down its side to snatch up James' hand, eyes fixed down - hiding from the other's inquiring gaze - as he brought it closer to his face to inspect it; Alex thumbed a caress across the middle of his palm, the whorls of his fingertips swiping over the thick callouses on James' hand.

A rough hand.  

A gentle hand.

Alex slotted their fingers together, noticing how thicker James' were when compared to his own - shorter, though: he would have said clumsy, hadn't he known how dexterous those fingers could be.

"Satisfied?" James inquired in a soft tone of voice.

Never judging.

Alex's fingers bent at the knuckles and closed over James', the pads skimming over the joints swollen by too many fist fights "You have beautiful hands"

Tanned.

Strong.  

Deadly.  

"And sooo talented!"

Alex rolled his eyes at Q's cheeky remark but he revelled into James' deep chuckle, in the way it made his shoulders shake.

Q leaned over "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist" he apologised with a grin that Alex still felt on his lips when the younger man kissed him.

"Don't worry, we all know you have your head in the gutter" he teased, smiling when that prompted another chuckle from the older man: was it ridiculous that he loved James' laugh so much?

"I have an healthy appetite" Q retorted, nose up in the air but his facial muscles tugged up the corners of his lips.

"Only for sex" Danny chimed in, plopping himself down right into James' lap with a bowl of popcorn balanced on his knees "Because your appetite for food? It goes poof! as soon as you get your hands on some piece of tech"

"It's still an appetite" Q shrugged, stealing a handful of warm - almost hot - kernels from the bowl "So, what are we watching?" It wasn't his turn to pick but even if it had been, Q was more interested in James' free hand loosely holding his own and pillowing his head on the other's shoulders, eyelids already drooping even as he lazily ate his popcorn.

"Ocean's 8!"

"I mean, James is the only one who's gonna enjoy the eye candy" Q pointed out to Danny.

"I'm not complaining"

"We know" Alex drawled but he wasn't really upset by the remark; it had taken him a while to learn to be confident in their relationship and to trust James when he said that he loved them and didn't want anyone else, that he was happy with them and didn't feel like there was some thing missing from his life - be the variety his player ways had gotten him used to or women.

Danny shook his head "You men of little faith: I've got us strictly gays covered"

James grinned as he felt Q perk up a little against his side, his attention clearly snatched by Danny's words.

"Who?"

"You'll see"

"You're no fun!"

"Shush and watch the movie"

The bickering faded as the first scenes rolled in and the story grabbed his lovers' attentions, their intent focus broken from time to time by murmured comments; Alex knew it wouldn't last: once the plot thickened and the action started in earnest, they would start to offer suggestion, sarcasm and cheering words according to which characters would be on screen - it was entertaining , seeing them so involved in something fictional.  

"Oh. My. God"

"Yep"

Alex focused once again on the screen, curious to understand what had prompted such a reaction out of Q and chuckled when he saw the actor currently owning the scene.

"You're so thirsty" James chided, words immediately followed by a loud smooch to Q's curls.  

"You fucked in every continent, you really can't comment on his thirsty I am"

"Oceania and the poles are actually missing from my check list"

"Only Antarctica is a continent, James" Alex offered.

"Which pole is Antarctica?" Danny asked.

"The South one" Alex answered and taking advantage of the moment of distraction, he leaned over and he took Danny's left hand with his free one; it would make it a little harder for his lover to eat his popcorn but it settled Alex.

Now they were all connected.  

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#4 from prompt set 690 for 00QAD

Anon, I hope you enjoy it even if it’s pre-slash.

Danny nervously looked around the room, eyes darting left and right, feet tapping on the floor in an erratic rhythm - if it could be defined as such, since they didn’t follow a particular scheme - and his balled up fists were stuffed between his thighs, wrists trembling; it was as if he had suddenly been thrust into one of his worst nightmares - at least since he had discovered that the secret service was thirsting for his blood: the room was cold, all impersonal steel and a menacing one-way mirror that made Danny feel like he was trapped in a terrarium or an aquarium, constantly under scrutiny.

Much to his surprise, he hadn’t been manacled to the table and nobody had harmed him - though, he supposed that they had already done enough when they had purposefully gotten him infected with HIV. Danny shook the thought away, teeth sinking in his lower lip: the diagnosis still panicked him, every morning he studied his body in the mirror in search of any tell-tale discolorations on his skin.

But those would be stage three symptoms and, as far as Danny knew, the virus was in a state of latency in his T cells.

Not that comforting but still, it could have been worse; Danny had learnt to see the positive side in any situation and even if that made him seem particularly foolish, he didn’t really care - Frances had offered him a bittersweet smile at that explanation, halfway between proud and heartbroken.

The door opened.

Danny gaped.

Looking at the young man who was sitting in front of him with a steaming mug of tea - white with a black Q painted on it, the handle chipped on the swell of the bottom curve - was like gazing into a mirror: they were startlingly similar, if one ignored the different quality of their hair and the fact that the other man wore glasses with what seemed to be pretty thick lenses.

“Hello, Danny” a grin transformed the other’s face, turned it into an expression Danny had never seen on himself - but that probably was because he never grinned, preferring sweet and soft smiles to express himself “And no, we’re not even distantly related: I have the labwork, if you want to give it a read”

Danny appreciated that nothing about the other’s voice implied that he wouldn’t understand much of the report, unless there was a line at the bottom written in simple English for the benefit of those who didn’t have a degree in Genetics or whatever title was needed to do that kind of job.

Still, Danny nodded in agreement since the other man had been so nice about his offer. “You talked with agent Double-Oh Seven, correct?”

007.

The number didn’t really do justice to the man Danny had been trapped in the room with for hours: eyes as blue as ice and a predatory calm lazily swimming in them, a subtle flashing reminder of how dangerous he could be - no matter the fact that he was wearing a suit perfectly tailored to every line of his body and how politely he expressed himself.

He was dangerous.

Kind.

And he wouldn’t bat an eyelash as he stabbed you in the back or shot a bullet right between your eyes.

“I told him everything” Danny immediately blurted out.

“I know, but I would like to hear the story again if you don’t mind?”

Danny knew very well that whether he minded or not, it really didn’t make much difference: the other’s request was a concealed demand - polite, but still an order “Who are you?”

“Q”

He tilted his head to the side and then shrugged “Okay”

“I’m MI6 Quartermaster”

“I have no idea what that means”

Q took a sip of his tea, clearly relishing in the taste flooding his tongue “I take care of weapons, cars, various gadgets… and I oversee the more delicate missions”

“Sounds like a lot”

“It is”

In Danny’s experience, people either downplayed or overstated their actual efforts: Q, instead, seemed to just objectively acknowledge the kind of pressure he was put under.

It was a very mature thing.

Danny wasn’t sure he would have acted the same and that immediately made him respect Q - he opened his mouth and started talking, unprompted.

In that moment, Danny didn’t know many things: he didn’t know Q would tell him that he actually wasn’t sick, that one of MI5 agents had been planted in the facility and instructed to show him a fake positive test to scare him; he didn’t know Q would show him a video feed of Alex, breathing and alive; he didn’t know he would fall in love with the quirky Quartermaster with a wicked sense of humour nobody really got and his lover, the infamous 007, who had a heart as soft as ice cream.

He didn’t know anything but he wouldn’t regret a thing.

He would be happy.

They would be happy.

Far more than Danny’s wildest dreams had ever allowed him to imagine.

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2. “Please, just stop talking.” with Alex and Danny

Alex loved Danny in ways he couldn't explain: he just didn't have the words in his vocabulary and even if he had them - empty, devoid of any meaning up to the point a young man had spared a smile for him in the middle of a breakdown - Alex doubted that he truly understood the depths of his feelings; he only knew that looking at Danny soothed his anxiety, holding him in his arms made him feel... right. As if he belonged - it wasn't a feeling Alex had experienced very often in his life: when Frances had smiled down at him from the window, that time he got out of the maze quicker than ever before; when he had started working for the secret service and he had been surrounded for the first time in his life by people who matched his intellect and weren't put off by his talents; when Danny had held his hand, looked deep in his eyes and had reassured him that they were okay. That there was nothing wrong with the feelings bubbling under the surface of his skin, making it itch and crawl with the need to be closer to the younger man - until it would he impossible to tell one from the other. Until their souls emerged - or so he would have said if he believed in such a thing as souls. But despite how much he adore the other man and never wanted to be parted from him, there were times when Alex got... overwhelmed. And Danny didn't always pick up on it, too caught up in himself; Alex didn't blame him for it - on a normal day, it was even entertaining to watch Danny talk himself into circles, get lost into whatever had caught his attention. On other days, though, it was too much. Alex sighed and massaged his temple: it felt like the vein there was trying to throb its way out of his skin and the gruesome image was making him feel vaguely queasy, his stomach churning even more as the scent of freshly made coffee wafted up to his nose. He pushed the mug to the side: no matter how much he had wanted to drink it, Alex didn't think he could have told it down. "Are you okay?" Danny piped up, the scraping of the mug against the table distracting him from the stream of consciousness that had been dripping from his lips; he tended to do that when he was comfortable and happy, baring his heart and mind to the people surrounding him - or when he was nervous, but in that case the words were all jumbled together in an endless bout of embarrassing babbling that only made him feel even more nervous. That wasn't the case, obviously: Alex made him feel safe and Danny loved him so much for it."Please, just stop talking" Danny blinked and tilted his head to the side, as if its new angle on his neck would help him to process the words better "Okay?"Alex raised his gaze to look up at the man he loved and the confusion he saw on his features hurt him, made him feel rotten; he reached over with one hand and caressed Danny's bony knuckles, slightly swollen as if he had been in one too many fist fights "Just a headache" he reassured "I need a moment of quiet""Of course!" Danny nodded, wincing at the tone of his voice - way too high and enthusiastic "Will it help if I lower the blinds in the bedroom and make you a hot water bottle?" He asked in a lower tone, almost whispering and feeling a little silly about it while he stood in the middle of the kitchen, the light of the day washing upon them - whispering belonged to sweaty sheets and tangled legs; to nights made of loving kisses and tender caresses; to secrets whispered with a barely there breath. Alex smiled "Yes, thank you. A cuddle would help too" "You don't even need to ask for that: you can always have a cuddle"

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@a-forger-and-a-point-man how about 00qad picnic with the cats on leashes???

Q leaned over the basket Danny was looking into, Pam curled in his lap like a rather fluffy pillow, curious to see what he had packed for their lunch in the park and to try and sneak out of it a little snack; if Danny noticed him doing it, Q would probably be scolded for not eating breakfast like he had been told to - as if he was a child!

"Don't even think about it" James murmured to Q's ear, lips travelling upward to kiss the younger man's temple "You're going to wait until lunchtime"

"If you eat now, you won't eat later" Danny added, closing the basket after making sure that he hadn't forgotten cutlery at home.

Q scowled but gave up with a sigh, letting himself lean against the agent's chest "You're so mean" he stated, rewarding Pampuria with a scratch behind her ears when she seemingly meowed in agreement; they had brought a leash for her too but, unlike Turing, Pampuria didn't like gallivating around the park and preferred staying perched on her owner's thighs.

"Who's being mean?" Alex sat down, toeing his shoes off once his feet were on the thick blanket they had put on the grass to protect their clothes from stains.

Q pouted "Them"

James rolled his eyes, finger flicking away an ant that had climbed up Alex's trousers "He's hungry"

"You should have eaten breakfast" the other agent pointed out, checking his wristwatch "You can wait an hour" Alex said, raising his eyes in confusion when Danny started giggling.

"We've told him the same"

"You mean you've been treating me as a kid"

James grinned and kissed Q's forehead again "Not our fault if you behave like a child"

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Beginnings (00qad)

Happy Polyamory Day, 007 Fest! This is my fill for Prompt 43 of the Anonymous Prompt Exchange Beginnings James looked up from his book when Danny let a box slam down on the coffee table, an eyebrow arched inquiringly to prompt an answer out of the younger man while he slipped his index finger between the pages to keep his place marked. “It’s a puzzle” Danny answered, sitting down on the carpeted floor. Q let out a small but delighted noise, shaking himself out of his light dozing in order to crawl out of James’ lap and get closer to the coffee table; James gently held him by his hipbone, steadying his uncoordinated movements and making sure that he wouldn’t topple over in his half-asleep state. Danny opened the box and immediately Turing came snooping, paws curiously sorting through the coloured pieces “How do you usually sort them?” “By colour” Q hummed, absentmindedly pushing away Turing’s head, wanting to avoid the cat accidentally swallowing one of the pieces which would have made their lazy afternoon quite a lot less enjoyable “Landscape?” he asked, curiously looking at the pieces almost as if attempting at making a sense of the image with a glance - just like he did when he saw an equation and his brain wouldn’t need more than a handful of seconds to go through all the calculations and get to the result. “Even better” the other said “ It’s a reproduction of The Fighting Temeraire - I think we should keep our own copy here at home” “That blasted painting” James let out in a fond groan and sat up, leaving his book abandoned on the sofa so that he could lean over and start to sort through the pieces; he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had sat down to put together a puzzle, probably sometime before his parents had died: James hadn’t been much for childish pastimes once he had found himself an orphan filled with resentment and grief. “You should also separate the ones that are part of the frame from the others” Alex pointed out as he entered the living room, a plate full of freshly baked biscuits in hand and Pampuria following him, clearly aiming at the plate’s content. He sat down next to James, moving the book aside after slipping a piece of paper between the pages and closing it, so that the spine wouldn't get all creased “They're the easiest pieces to isolate” Alex offered as an explanation, narrowing his eyes as he focused on the pieces in the box and grinned when he singled one out thanks to one of its edges being completely straight and held it up triumphantly “See?” James smiled; he loved seeing Alex and Q's formidable brains and logical way of thinking applied to the most simple things “So, what strategy do you suggest?” Had it been for him, James would have simply upended the box and started putting together the pieces that clearly stood out as belonging together.   Which, he supposed, was quite an appropriate metaphor to also describe the different ways they went about missions and work in general - analysis versus instinct. “For tonight, we should sort the pieces in different groups” Danny piped up from around a bite of biscuit, his hand outstretched over to Pampuria so that she could lick at the crumbles sticking to his digits. Alex nodded “Four groups” “Five” Q hummed “Frame pieces.  Ships pieces.  Sea pieces.  Clear sky pieces.  Cloudy sky pieces” he listed, lifting a finger up for every main item present in the painting as he easily recalled them.   Alex bumped his and James’ shoulders together “You look for the frame pieces” “Because they're easier?” “And because you don't know the painting that well” Danny added with a grin before cramming the other half of the biscuit in his mouth. James shrugged “Fine. Less work for me” Pampuria jumped on the coffee table and mewed out aloud, swiping angrily at the pieces with her floofy tail, scattering them around to attract their attention. It had taken them two evenings to separate all the pieces in five piles and, by the time they were ready to start on the frame on the third night, a mission had landed on James’ lap and, as usual, Q appointed himself his handler to make sure he'd make it back home as unharmed as possible.   Neither Danny nor Alex were in the mood of starting on the puzzle on their own; without the specific intention of making it so, it had become an activity that the four of them could do together - another way to share an interest and time with the others and to deepen their bond. So, that evening - and for the following week - Danny and Alex cuddled, read and caught up on Tv series with Q whenever someone at work managed to send him home for a while. When James finally came back, bruised and too wired up to stand their touches, opening the slightly dusty box seemed the best thing they could do to spend time together without risking overwhelming and triggering James. They worked quietly, silence broken only by a few murmured words. For once, Alex had decided to let his ‘No smoking indoors’ rule slide and even if he'd done so for James in case he wished to do so to decompress a little, soon enough Q and Danny too were sharing a cigarette between them.  Alex wrinkled his nose a bit at the smell of burning tobacco, but nothing could put a damper on the relief he felt at the fact that James was back at home safe. *** Q squinted at the scattered pieces on the lid of the box before shifting his gaze to the coffee table on which the frame had been proudly completely put together, looking to and fro from one to another in an attempt at finding a piece from where to start; they had decided to begin from the sky, Danny having managed to persuade them that it was the easiest part and that working their way down from that would be better - Q wasn't quite sure about the reason why, but he hadn't complained: they needed to start from somewhere, after all.   James chuckled and dropped a kiss over the untidy mop of Q's tangled and unruly curls as he leaned over and grabbed a piece just from under the younger man's nose and slotted it neatly into place “Someone needs to get stronger glasses” he teased in an almost singing voice. That and an outraged noise coming from Q, they prompted a hearty laugh out of Danny who, rather gleefully, added another piece to the puzzle. “This is unfair!” Q cried out and, immediately, Pampuria jumped up on his lap as if to comfort him - though, everyone knew that she just wanted an excuse to dig her little sharp claws into someone. Or so James claimed and his judgement couldn't really be trusted when it came to Pam.   “Or maybe you're just distracted” Alex said in a soothing manner, fingers steepled under his chin as he observed the portion of puzzle they had completed; after glancing at the watch on James’ wrist, Alex decided that it definitely was time for a break - it wasn't as if they had a deadline to respect “Time to go to sleep” James frowned “It's only ten and a half” he said, aware of sounding a bit like a kid complaining about curfew. “I'm horny” Alex retorted, arching an eyebrow as if to challenge the other man to contradict him. “Definitely bed time!” James concurred, tugging Q up from his spot on the floor and hurried towards the bedroom “Come on, Danny! You can put everything in order tomorrow morning!” he shouted as he unceremoniously dumped Q on the bed, who let out a surprised shriek. Alex wasn’t exactly surprised to hear that noise turn into an obscenely loud moan. “Are you really horny?” Danny inquired, studying Alex’s face to read his real thoughts in his eyes; he might have been a spy, but Alex never felt the need to keep up masks around the house, where he was safe and surrounded by people who cherished and loved him. Alex pulled DAnny in his arms, fingers gently wrapped around the back of his scalp so that he could tilt the younger man’s head upwards in order to kiss him “Well, not exactly horny but I wouldn’t say no to a little tumble in the sheets” he whispered, lips brushing their way up from Danny’s cheekbone to his temple. Q let out another indecently loud moan and Danny snorted fondly “Let’s go then or Q will have all the fun” he encouraged, standing up and leading Alex to the bedroom. Both their lovers had already lost their clothes, now strewn all over the room; James had his head buried between Q’s smooth thighs, clearly making an extremely good use of his tongue if the way the younger man was thrashing on the bed was of any indication. Admittedly, it was a sight that Alex would never tire of: it always managed to make him feel both aroused and deeply ashamed of himself, mind instantly filled by slurs he tried to drown out - Danny’s mouth sucking a hickey on the side of his neck was definitely helping and Alex let his head fall to the side, giving the other more space to work on. Now that he thought about it, between James’ mission and the puzzle, Alex couldn’t remember the last time they had sex all together and he found that he had missed the shared physical intimacy. “Come here” Q panted, green eyes wide open behind his smudged glasses and his whole torso stained a dusty pink by a flush “Please, come here. I need you” “You’re so beautiful, little love” Alex whispered, bending down to directly kiss a moan away from Q’s spit-slicked lips while Danny plastered himself to James’ back , digits tenderly fluttering over over puckered scars and faded burn marks; he had never been attracted by scars - he had never found them particularly exciting or disgusting -  but Danny knew how self-conscious they could make James sometimes and, if there was something Danny really cared about, it was making his lovers feel comfortable and at peace with themselves. Only that mattered. *** James was too tired to actually focus on the puzzle, but he wanted his lovers to keep going at it so, he had his head in Alex’s lap and enjoyed the caresses to his hair while they sorted through the pieces. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, his subconscious bringing up some truly gruesome nightmares that had forced James to spend sleepless nights on the sofa with the cats to avoid disturbing his lovers’ rest - or, worse, hurt them: sometimes, the images were so vivid that he couldn’t help lashing out in self-defence. James raised his gaze, eyes looking for Q’s face, and he felt his stomach lurch at the sight of the bruise just under the other’s left eye, glaringly purple against his pale skin; victim of a rather crude dream and somebody’s threateningly wandering hands, James had struck out in panic and almost broken Q’s nose with a single blow. As if perceiving how troubled he was feeling, Alex slightly increased the pressure of his digits on his scalp, trying to drown out the thoughts whirling around his brain with a soothing massage. It helped, a little bit. Not to the point that James could forget about hurting Q in such a way. Quietly, Danny started to hum a slow song and James, consumed by tiredness, let his eyelids fall closed. *** “And here we are, the last piece” Danny said proudly. It had taken them a little over three weeks to complete the puzzle, it felt good putting in place the last piece, even if Danny had to admit that he would miss the evenings spent together in such a way. There was a frame ready for the completed puzzle and, amidst some colourful swearwords and cursing, James had hammered the necessary nails to later hang it to the wall. Q’s eyes twinkled with mischief behind his glasses “what do you see?” James rolled his eyes at the cheeky question, remembering in every detail their first meeting “A bloody big ship” he obliged, prompting a delighted chuckle out of Danny as he slotted the last piece into place. “We need one of Lambeth bridge too” Q observed “We can always go and take a picture, if we can’t find a puzzle: there’s loads of places where they print pictures on blank puzzles” Danny cocked his head to the side with curiosity “Why?” “Because that’s where we met the first time, Danny” Alex realised after a second “That’s where we began”

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Riviera (00qad)

Under the shade of the palm trees, it was almost cold; a breeze blew softly from the sea and it brought a salty scent with it even so far up the beach and, despite moving masses of hot air, it raised goosebumps on Alex’s fair skin that was slowly becoming tanned under the brighter sun shining on the French Riviera.

Not as tanned as James, of course. In the matter of two days spent laying about shirtless - and with the help of a tan booster lotion - his lover’s skin had become golden, offering a perfect contrast to his icy blue eyes that reflected the endlessly clear sky and to his blond hair, that had already gotten a shade lighter under the strong sunlight.

Q and Danny preferred the shade, or so they claimed.

Personally, Alex thought that Danny would have really liked to get a tan but had discovered that his skin was too sensitive for a prolonged exposure - no matter how much sunscreen he had put on during the previous days, his shoulders still had burnt and a smattering of freckles had appeared on the bridge of his nose.

Q, while just as sensitive as Danny, probably didn’t want to get tanned at all; amused, Alex had lazily spied on the way his younger lover moved around the beach following the shade, towel following him like the train of a bridal dress - just like the wide, diva-like straw hat that never left its perch on Q’ s curls, made even more unruly by the salty air.

Alex yawned and turned on his stomach, cheek pillowed on his crossed forearms, closing his eyes - all the other senses suddenly sharpened when his eyelids were lowered, lashes fanned out on his sun kissed cheeks.

Above all, he could hear the sea: its voice came and went in a constant rhythm, scraping along the sand before rolling on itself and lazily stretching along the wet beach, broken only by the yachts that speeded along the horizon line and disturbed its lulling song. If he focused, Alex heard the slow turning of the pages of the novel James was reading - the decadent Hollywood world coming to life on the slightly yellowing paper; as the frequency of that particular sound slowed, Alex guessed that James was falling asleep, tired out by a long swim. He heard the steady tapping of Q’s fingers too, coding for pleasure instead for work, accompanied by the steady litany of Danny’s voice, talking about snatches of histories he’d heard about the little city - more of a village, really - they were staying in.

Also his sense of smell was sharpened and Alex filled his lungs to the brim with the curios mix of the tang of his light sweat, overlayed by the salty fragrance of the sea and the pasty smell of the sunscreen coating his body like a burial sheet. It was a scent that alone was enough to make him think about days stretching in the summer’s heat, pleasantly similar one to another. Uneventful. Boring. And safe.

“He’s fallen asleep too”

Alex wanted to reply that no, he hadn’t: he was just focused on his surroundings, slowly letting his consciousness fade away to a pale ghost as he immersed himself in the nature, became one with it. But when he tried to open an eye to playfully wink at Danny, his facial muscles wouldn’t cooperate - almost seemed to relax further - and his voice stayed trapped in his mind, too enchanted by the song of the sea to interrupt.

“Did he put some sunscreen on? He’ll burn if he sleeps under the sun”

“Yes, he has. Don’t worry”

Lips against his skin. Alex turned his head to the side a little, breathing in the scent of the man kissing his heated forehead before putting what felt like Q’s straw hat on his hair: brought out by the heat, Alex recognised the smell of Danny’s lavender-perfumed shampoo.

Then he felt nothing else but the breeze whispering in its secret language to the palm trees.

Damn, but Danny was right: he too had fallen asleep.

(When I wrote this I was high on weed under a boiling hot sun, drinking white wine straight from the bottle on a beach somewhere in between Roquebrune and Cardoles lol)

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hiii... first I love all your 00qad fics <3 and if you're still taking prompts, maybe something with a bit more focus on alex? maybe he's ill or has something to hide? whatever you like :)

Hi! Thank you for the hyper sweet message ♡♡♡ I hope I did your request justice because I never feel as if I’m good enough at portraying Alex lol

Alex wasn’t used to being the focus of so many people - by which, he meant his partners. His speciality, after all, it had always been to blend in with the background: he appeared so ordinary and unremarkable that he went forgotten in people’s minds, faded as a photograph exposed to sunlight for too many years. And, while a thousand of gazes barely registered his presence, Alex stole their secrets.

He was a different kind of spy from James who, to be honest, wouldn’t know the meaning of subtlety even if they made him read it up on the dictionary every day - it just wasn’t in James’ style, making use of the shadows for more than just a executing shot to the head.

They were polar opposites but still James was wrapped around Alex, showing his affection in the only way he knew how to - physically. Which didn’t necessarily mean sex, Alex had discovered; in the beginning of their relationship, influenced by MI6 gossip, he had believed the rumours that depicted the man as sexually insatiable and emotionally unavailable.

The truth was, much like Alex himself, that James hadn’t grown up in a living environment and he didn’t know anything more natural than showing love in a physical manner, the words to express himself escaping him. Which was also the reason why, despite being so radically different, Alex felt like he had a connection to James and enjoyed every single one of his embraces, relaxing against the other’s broad chest.

Alex stretched a little and immediately one hand was on his forehead, obviously checking the temperature “I’m fine” he murmured up at Danny, smiling in reassurance to the younger man as he took his fingers and brought them to his lips, kissing them tenderly.

With his sweetness and too big heart, Danny brought into their relationship what neither James nor Alex could: a love so pure and easily expressed that it almost made Alex’s soul ache with the need of protecting him, making sure that the evils of the world didn’t tarnish him - that serenity and blind trust were just too much of a precious gift.

“He truly is fine” James reassured Danny, tightening a bit his grip on the waist in his arms as he bestowed a kiss on slightly sweaty skin, just under where the other man’s hairline begun.

Saying that Alex liked it, it would have been an euphemism because, while he was glad that he was capable of protecting Danny, he loved the fact that he could let himself relax without worry thanks to James, who would always be there to guard his back. Alex had never felt protected - not until up to the moment when James had entered his life and quietly gained his love and trust.

“And, since James’ word hardly is law, I’ll confirm that Alex really is well with the thermometer” Q chimed in, appearing as suddenly and silently as his cats would when they played hunting around the house; swiftly, he stuck the thermometer - one of those that were supposed to have disappeared from people’s houses because unsafe - under Alex’s armpit and looked down at the watch on James’ wrist, taking the time.

“Thank you, mother” he teased lightly.

Alex often puzzled about Q. He was a difficult man to love, despite the fact that he was the one he had more things in common with - they both were geniuses who got lost in their own minds; people of few words that appeared witty in public, but that in the privacy of their homes could be incredibly awkward; they were rational and they saw the world in numbers, strings of code, variables.

But whereas Alex thought of himself as a polite man with a quiet demeanour, Q had a sharp-edged and restless personality that often clashed with the people surrounding him. To Alex, it almost seemed as if Q’s genius was too much sometimes - clearly not having been nurtured and cherished in his youth, Q’s cleverness had become more of a curse rather than a blessing for the younger man.

Maybe it was that what Q brought to balance out their relationship: the excitement outside of the field without which neither Alex nor James would have been capable of staying tethered to a relationship for so long - a shot of adrenaline whenever Q smirked with a knowing expression, teasing them all out to play.

The thermometer was yanked away from his armpit and Q squinted down at it “36.8 °C” he declared “Perfectly healthy again: I told you that what he needed was just some rest and meds but no, you had to try all the stupid methods you found on the internet first” Q scolded James and Danny, shaking his head in disapproval.

Alex snorted: certainly, it wasn’t Q’s frequent “I told you so"s that he so much loved about the younger man.

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Shattering Stars (00qad)

Shattering Stars Q knew his lovers were just worried about him - understandably so since he had been hiding in the guest room for a whole week and barely spoke or ate - but their anxious glances and pleading inquiries made his nerves thrum with irrational anger, driving him progressively closer to snapping; when he felt his vocal chords itch with the need of shouting at them to shut the fuck up and leave him alone, Q gathered one of his cats in his arms and hid his face in their fluffy fur, using their possessive streaks as a shield. But cats weren't admitted at the dining table - James had been stern on that particular rule when they had all moved in together - so, he was left alone to fend for himself during breakfast. Danny attempted to card his clumsy fingers through his unruly curls but Q shied away from his tender touch: he was absolutely sure that his composure would go down the drain as soon as one of his lovers caressed him, making his impassive mask crumble to dust and leaving him defenceless against the despair eating him alive from the insides "Love, what's wrong?" Danny pleaded, eyes shining with tears and lips quivering, pain and worry etched allover his familiar features. Q let his fingers go slack around the fork and winced as its clattering against the china resonated unbelievably loud in the quietness of their kitchen "I need to get dressed" he stated coldly, eyes downcast to avoid looking at James' tired and troubled face and hiding from Alex's inquisitive gaze. On his way to the guest room, he stopped only to pick a mewling Turing up from the floor before his fussing could get on James' already thin nerves: he wouldn't hurt the cat but Q didn't want to unnerve him more than he already was. He closed the door behind his back, turning the key in the lock to silently attest his need for loneliness and to put a layer between himself and the chaos he knew was going to happen in the kitchen. Q heard a plate shatter in the sink and vividly imagined Danny shaking fingers clumsily dropping it, fingers that surely were tugging at his hair while his desperate sobs filled their silent flat; then a chair fell loudly to the floor, the beautifully carved wood no doubt splintering because of the hard impact, as if James had stood up with too much force from it - Alex would have never made such a racket, even while troubled by something; the more rational of his lovers was probably attempting to calm Danny down as he shot a reproaching glance at a maddeningly pacing James. Q curled on the messy sheets he hadn't bothered to change and blinked rapidly to keep the tears from falling on his cheeks, scratching Turing behind his twitching ears to reassure the worried cat even as he quietly hyperventilated: he didn't want to hurt them - he loved them more than anyone in the world; he wished he could open up, tell them why he was hurting so much, but they couldn't know a thing about his past and his family: he couldn't tell them his mother had died asking after the son she hadn't seen in ten years. Q had had a fairly peaceful relationship with his mother, despite the fact warmth wasn't in her nature; she was supportive and open minded, even towards his homosexuality and weird interest in computers, and it was thanks to her interference that he and his father had managed to interact without screaming abuse at each other. He missed her lilting voice that sang senseless lyrics while she did the chores and her twinkling laughter that made even his stern father crack a delighted smile; he missed the clogging scent of her rose-perfumed shampoo that tenaciously clung to her clothes and the crisp fragrance of the coffee she brewed for her sisters when they came to visit; he missed the way she would inquire after what he was tinkering with even if she didn't understand a fraction of his excited explanations and the proud kisses she would bestow on his brow; he missed the calls she made every Sunday to make sure he wasn't being overworked or starving; he missed the horrible jumpers she knitted for him every Christmas. He missed having a mother - a feeling his lovers would have understood well: James barely remembered his parents, Alex's family was so twisted up that he never had a 'mother' as commonly intended and Danny had spent his childhood in an unloving home, striving to be a good son. Q shook his head and forced himself to get dressed, knowing that James was waiting for him so he could drive him to headquarters. He threw on a pair of wrinkled trousers that he was sure were Danny's and a fluffy sweater Alex had gifted him for his birthday, uncaring of how the colours and patterns clashed vividly: geek chic justified almost everything. As soon as he got out of the room, James wrapped him in a scarf, subtly scanning his torso and frowning darker as he counted the bones under his digits "So thin" he muttered mournfully as he eased Q's limbs in a heavy coat; Q itched to point out he was well past the age of needing someone to dress him up, but wisely kept his mouth shut and let James care for him. Alex patiently smiled at him from the other half of the room, respecting his wish of lack of physical contact; Q couldn't fathom why everyone assumed he was some kind of unfeeling machine: of the four of them, Alex was the only one who could easily tune on the others' moods and act accordingly. Danny gave him a small Tupperware box, blabbering something about almond biscuits covered in white chocolate "Please, eat something" Q had to recognise Danny could be sneaky when he wanted: he knew he couldn't resist eating sweets, especially those Danny himself had baked. Q clenched his fingers around the box and let James steer him out of home, his spine stiffening under the gentle touch of his calloused hand "I need to pick some tea up: we're out of Earl Grey in Q-branch" James hummed as they slipped into the car "There's a Tesco on our way to headquarters" He reached for the touchscreen of the radio "Can I turn the music on?" he asked, remembering how music tended to unnerve Q whenever he was in a mood; at his nod, James selected a piece by Rachmaninoff he knew Q was particularly fond of and tried to pretend everything was fine. *** Q wasn't particularly surprised to be picked up from work by Alex and quickly slipped into the car to warm himself, letting Dvorak's "Romance for piano and violin, op. 11" wash the hectic day away from his mind. "You know we love you and you can tell us anything, don't you?" The words rolled down Alex's tongue smoothly, startling Q who hadn't been expecting Alex to 'attack'. "My mother died last Monday" Q blurted out and bit down on his lower lip, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt pain mercilessly shred his heart: saying it out aloud definitely was worse than consciously thinking about it. He felt the car sensibly gain speed and Q was grateful for Alex's prompt reaction and lacking of pitying words: now that he had let the truth slip from his mouth, he wanted nothing more than to curl in bed with his lovers and cry while cocooned in their welcoming and protective warmth. When they walked in their home, Danny immediately crowded Q, fingers fluttering against his stubbled cheeks to dry the tears that kept spilling from those jade-green irises "What happened? Are you hurt? Do you need a doctor?" he blabbered in a panicked voice, looking at Alex for guidance. "His mother died last Monday" "Oh, love" Danny sighed, immediately calming down and enveloping Q in a hug "You didn't need to keep it for yourself" Q hid his face in Danny's neck and breathed in the smell of the tomato soup he had been making for dinner "I-I've eaten the biscuits" he stammered while sniffling wetly. "Were they any good? I tried out a new recipe" Danny tried to make Q focus in something else as he and Alex steered him towards the couch. Q let himself be ensconced inbetween his lovers "I liked them" He sniffled some more and accepted the handkerchief Alex offered him "James?" "Out" "Where?" Alex shrugged "Who knows" The disapproval in his voice suggested that he thought James was out drinking "He's not picking up our calls" Q nodded and kissed his frowning mouth "That's how he deals with everything that emotionally troubles him" he sighed before dipping his tongue into Alex's mouth, tasting peppermint. "You should call James, he'll answer to you" Danny pointed out while getting rid of Q's scarf and rubbing his nose against the slightly sweaty skin of his neck "And possibly come home before drinking himself into oblivion" Q extracted his mobile from the pocket of his coat and dialled the number he knew by heart, counting Alex's heartbeats to keep track of how long it took James to answer. "Q, love, is something wrong?" James' voice came through crystalline and clearly still sober. "Could you come home?" he asked "I'm not hurt" he quickly added, not wanting to make James uselessly worry "I just need all my men with me" Q confessed, his voice wavering as tears threatened to spill again. "Give me ten minutes, love" *** James walked in the dark flat, not panicking only because of the music he could hear coming from the bedroom; he had never been a fan of the classical genre, but living with two men who greatly appreciated it, he had grown fonder of that type of music and even recognised his favourites - such as Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" playing in the dark. He quietly made his way towards the bedroom, shoes in hand in order to make as less noise as possible in case his lovers had fallen asleep. When he peeked in, a smile blossomed on his mouth at the sight of Q lightly snoring, curled on Alex's chest and holding hands with Danny: their bed had looked almost empty without Q sprawled in it, hogging the blankets and the pillows and whining that the middle was his rightful place. James got rid of his clothes and slipped under the covers on the other side of Alex. As if sensing his presence, Q grumbled in his sleep and wriggled in James' arms, kicking Danny in the ribs and elbowing Alex's cheekbone in the process "I'm here, love" he whispered as he gathered him closer to his chest. Q blinked owlishly "James" The younger man sniffled "James, my mother is dead" James squeezed Q harder and kissed his eyelids; he was torn between being glad Q was alright - he had started to fear he wanted do break up with them or worse, that he had discovered he had some kind of incurable sickness - and being sad for his loss "I love you, sunshine" he uttered in the end, knowing that only tune and support would chase the pain away. Gratefully, Q kissed him and fell asleep counting his heartbeats.

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Danny and Alex or 00QAD please. Someone (or everyone) is sick. Fluff, Grumbles, and chicken soup. 💕

It had begun with an innocent little sniffle that everyone had ignored; Danny had wiped his nose, washed his hands and gone back to figuring out how he was supposed to fill the Sacher Torte with apricot jam without destroying it; more tutorial videos were definitely required but Q was using up all the connection speed for some project of his - probably, hacking somewhere just for sport because he was bored - and so, Danny had convinced James to employ his skills with knives for something a tad more pedestrian than what he usually did while Alex put the finishing touches on his homemade jam.

Contagion would have been so easily avoided if they hadn't decided to jump all in bed together after dinner, high on dark and velvety chocolate and clearly too much sugar.

Between them all, what with his dismal diet and his skin seeing too little sunlight, Q had always been the one with the weakest immune system - it wasn't that surprising when the morning after he woke up with a light scratching in his throat and a stuffed nose which Danny tried to cure with hot tea and orange juice. 

After all, it was just a little cold.

What nobody had been expecting, it was the cough that started to wrack Alex's lungs a couple of days after.

"I think we're catching influenza" Danny stated a little uselessly as he cleared the bedside table from the amass of wet paper tissues; his little sniffle too had developed into a fully fledged cold and his head was aching something fierce even after he'd taken some ipobrufen.

James hummed, sliding his hand over Danny's forehead "You do feel a little warm" he said before leaning over towards Q, who was curled under all the blankets he had found in the linen cupboard "Q definitely has a fever" he murmured to avoid waking him up.  

"Me too" Alex said as he walked in the bedroom, thermometer in hand.

James didn't jump up in surprise when Alex's arms wound themselves around his middle and Alex plastered his face against his shoulder-blades: the coughing had advertised his movements throughout the whole flat. Gently, James pried the thermometer from Alex's hand to read it "Alright Alex, hop in bed and see if you can pry a couple of blankets from Q"

When James started sniffling and coughing too, he didn't really notice. He was too focused on whipping up chicken soup from scratch because Q - the spoiled tosser - wouldn't eat the canned one, administering cold medicine and cuddles, making sure that they didn't run out of paper tissues and that something stupidly boring was always on the telly so that they'd sleep.

Once, while recovering from one of his stint in the field, Moneypenny had told him that men make the worst patients.

She was right - mostly.

Danny was actually an angel: even with his nose red and dripping everywhere, he got up from the bed and tried to help around the flat, took his meds without complaining and slept away most of his sickness. 

Q, unsurprisingly, was a monster and, no matter how much he loved him, James really needed to breathe and remind himself not to strangle his favourite boffin. The younger man refused to eat unless James patiently sat next to him and spoon-fed him the homemade soup, whined and pulled faces at the syrup like a child and had the unfortunate habit of stealing all the blankets for himself. 

Alex was something in between: the fever made him blabber a lot - it was almost endearing, if one considered that Alex rarely was that talkative - which definitely was a step up from Q's constant whining, but James had to constantly drag him away from freezing showers and tuck him back in bed with the certainty that he'd be tugged in there too.

It was while he was laying down with them that Danny pointed out that James was sick too "You're burning"

"You've got a fever: you can't tell James' temperature with accuracy" Q snootily remarked, burying his face in Alex's side and joining him for his snoring. 

James chuckled and tightened his hold around Danny's waist "Don't worry, let's sleep"

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could you give us some 00qad baby!richard headcanons? also: when he's 2 years old, what does he call each of his fathers? how do they rotate caretaker roles? who hates doing what the most? thank you sun!!! <3

Let's start from the beginning lol

Baby!Richard headcanons:

- Richard is a little chubby, blue-eyed and black curly-haired terror who likes throwing tantrums (not unlike James), has a killer pout that nobody can resist (not even M) and has switched day and night around (much like Q);

- He's terribly spoiled, everyone and their mothers know that but still they keep spoiling him;

- Richard doesn't like strangers much and, to Danny's eternal chagrin, when he starts to talk he's not shy at all when it comes to telling people he doesn't like them;

- He hates sleeping in his bed and will cry until someone goes to pick him up and bring him to bed - Pampuria often helps, mewling loudly in James' ears to wake him up;

- Richard is so adorable that it hurts, honestly;

- Q is Papa  Danny is Da  Alex is Daddy  James is Father but Richard always calls him Da.

About the rotation thing, honestly Danny does most of the work because he's at home while the others are all extremely busy and always at work - and when they're at home they're often wiped out and/or injured. Though, James and Alex try to help as much as possible during the day, while Q helps more during the night (what with being a night owl and all)

Danny dreads the most bath time because Richard has a thing for pulling the cats in the tub and that's Not Good™.

James loathes changing nappies, especially because their boy seems always to pick changing time for a little wee in their parents' faces.

Alex is pretty fine with everything except feeding time, only because he hates the idea of holding Richard in a less than perfect way and disturbing his digestion. 

Q hates it when he's tasked to watch cartoons with Richard because he'll end up falling asleep, leaving the little terror unsupervised and free to wreak havoc around the flat.

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Artificial Twilight (00qad baby)

Random ficlet for @a-forger-and-a-point-man featuring the 00qad baby: I know you asked for it ages ago, sorry! ♥ "You need to stop crying, my love" Danny murmured in the artificial twilight shrouding the kitchen, only the lights over the stove turned on to avoid disturbing his still slumbering lovers while he bounced Richard in his arms "Oh, you're so spoiled: you want Papa, don't you?" "Isn't it lucky that Papa woke up, then?" Q said, words muffled by a yawn and a fist rubbing the sleep away from his eyelids, slightly sticky, before he walked up to Danny and gently took the baby in his arms "What is it, honey? Did you have a bad dream?" Both Q and Danny realised that talking to their son wasn't particularly useful since he was too young to understand anything of what they were cooing at him - still, they couldn't exactly help it. "He's calming down" Danny observed with a smile as Richard buried his face in Q's neck and his sobs waned off to little sniffles as he slowly breathed in Q's calming and relaxing scent; it had that effect on anyone, Danny too couldn't help turning to the younger man when he was upset. "Spoiled, as you said" Q said but there was no bite in it: he wasn't going to stop pampering and spoiling their precious baby, especially after how their relationship hadn't almost survived even the pregnancy "Let's go to bed, he'll sleep if he's with us" Quietly, they slipped into bed. Richard was still cradled against Q's chest as he deftly tucked his head under Alex's chin, back fitting snugly against his chest "Shh" he murmured when Alex made a sleepy inquisitive noise just as James' icy-blue eyes slitted open. Danny spooned the blond agent from behind, one hand reassuringly running through his short hair "It's just us" James let out a hum and leaned in Danny's soft scratches and his eyelids drifted closed again, even as he moved a hand so that it would rest against Richard's back, seeking contact out even in his sleepy state. Danny's hand darted forward to gently free Q of his glasses "Good night"

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How Eve discovered 00qad

Imagine Eve dropping by Q’s flat to drag him to the nearest pub to vent about how pigheaded James is - only, being alone at home, it’s Danny the one opening the door and he could pass for Q’s secret twin if one doesn’t take a close look to spot the tiny differences.

So, Danny spends the evening with Eve; he’s torn between being extremely uncomfortable - he doesn’t know her and, worse, she’s talking about classified information - and laughing to the choking point because, damn, she’s hilarious and he can suddenly understand why Q claims her to be his best friend.

When they get back home, pleasantly buzzed and laughing at some lewd joke a “R” made that day in Q-branch, Danny doesn’t think about checking whether his lovers already are at home and they walk in on the three of them shagging on the couch - not that Danny minds but Eve is thoroughly confused and demanding an explanation.

Once their relationship has been explained to her, Eve proclaims Danny a cutie, too good for the lot of them; scolds Q for not confiding in his best friend; points out that James had better be afraid of keeping up with such young men since he’s not getting any younger; proudly pats a horrified Alex on the shoulder and tells him she always knew he wasn’t as unfeeling and proper as he pretended to be.

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@cassellate @skylocked @a-forger-and-a-point-man @fellowshipofthegay and the rest of the 00(s)qad: I was thinking (well I dreamt of this while napping on the couch lol), what if Q got together with Danny and Alex while James was with Madeleine?

Can you imagine James Bond coming back to MI6, his heart ready to see his Quartermaster again? The breathtaking smile on his face as he nears Q-branch? The warmth in his pale blue irises as he thinks about his boffin bent over his table and squinting at some exploding gadget or at a string of code?

Now picture his face clouding with sadness and regret and anger as he spots an agent - young, handsome, talking maths to Q, probably his replacement - standing next to Q, his fingers running through those messy curls and his lips softly kissing his temples; even the terrified minions take pity of him and make him coffee while they prod him towards Eve's office.

And Eve tells James everything, because they rarely keep secrets between them: she reveals how Q has two lovers now - a spy and some kind of artist-type guy that could be his lookalike - and that he agreed to go on a date with them only after months of pining after James, bright green eyes always hopefully snapping at the doors of Q-branch whenever an agent was sent down there.

And James is heartbroken. He keeps clear of Q-branch for as long as possible and pleads basically everyone to not tell Q he's back (his Quartermaster deserves happiness and attentive lovers); he drinks himself to oblivion every other night; he stalks Turner and Holt to make sure they're good people and falls a bit in love with them too because of how happy they make Q.

If he could, James would avoid meeting Q for the rest of his career but M has other ideas and sends him to be outfitted by the Quartermaster himself. Now imagine a Q who never stopped loving James Bond, despite having two wonderful lovers caring for him: his eyes widening dramatically as he takes in 007's sharp figure making his way towards his table; his heart furiously beating against his ribcage, threatening to shatter it; his brilliant mind going blank, repeating "he's back, he's back" on a loop - and he cant stop repeating it to himself like a mantra as they finally talk (strained words, echoes of the beautifully wrought conversations they had in the past) and even as he cows back home, where Danny makes him spill his thoughts.

Imagine Q's surprise as Danny and Alex hug him and tell him they understand, that they knew their relationship wouldn't be complete without James - James who holds a piece of the Quartermaster's heart in his hands.

And so, all three of them, set on seducing James Bond into joining their polyamorous relationship.

Do you have thoughts, dears? Anything to add?

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@a-forger-and-a-point-man tagged me to show my top five ships in gif or photo form

- 00Q

-Mystrade

- Dannylex

- Hannigram

- Superbat

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