the age of change (37573 words) by thestalwartheart
Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James Bond/Q, James Bond & Madeleine Swann, Eve Moneypenny & Q
Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond), Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: Post-Movie: SPECTRE (2015), Developing Relationship, Childhood Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Casual Sex, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers
Summary:
Q wouldn’t call himself a brave man. Bravery was for agents. Firefighters. Soldiers. The sorts of people who faced the flesh-and-blood realities of life and death. Q had never been made for it.
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Q doesn't think he has it in him to face what he must face. Unfortunately, life happens anyway.
Bookmarker's Notes:
Bookmarking right from the get go. Even though I've only read the first two chapters, I am HERE for this premise and how it will unfold. Reader, I don't want to tell you much other than to say the storytelling is superb, the relationship between Q + Bond intrigues me, and the potential for what is going to happen looks fantastic. (Yes I'm being VaGuE because you need to read it yourself to see what I mean!) ENJOY!
UPDATE AFTER READING CH 8: Reader, are you with us on the journey yet? Because it's a f a b u l o u s one. I'm loving the variety of OCs @thestalwartheart weaves in and out of the story. Ditto the parts of the story focused on the central mission. And then--wow!-- the friendship dynamics between Q and Moneypenny are sometimes steadying, other times a brisk, swift nudge; the shift in relationship dynamics between Q and Bond, and Bond and Dr Swann, and Q and Dr Swann keep us all on our toes; and the relationship between Q and his father is ever so poignant.
See you in comments!
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Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.
// Neil Gaiman
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pink hair bagz pink hair bagz pink hair bagz (thank you mike)
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wait got another idea for q!antoine:
He's from another dimension and accidentally got stuck in the qsmp one, on Quesadilla Island. He joined the Federation to work on interdimensional portals so he could get back home, and became lead researcher on the portal to the Nether experiments. He's not necessarily from the Nether, but it's a dimension that's theorized to be the easiest to access, so a good starting point for his ultimate goal of going home. It failed badly and he left, having decided to accept his life on Quesadilla Island. He simply can't go back, so he should enjoy what he has now.
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The staredowns are definitely doing it for me, but everyone looks so damn tired. It's been one ~very long~ day.
But I think it's almost over...
...right?
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skraelroc but sci-fi au
(give me an au and i'll give you five headcanons; thank you for the ask!)
i'm so sorry babbs all i saw is 'sci' and my brain filled in the rest before immediately blacking out. i am not sorry, however, for the person i am about to become
the third time you see skrael bonk his head against the doorframe of your flat—the first time you were sure you weren't mistaking things; he swears just like the schoolteachers do, dry and vicious, just under his breath—you laugh. you can't help it. his eyes go wide for all of a moment, a sharp, lovely blue against the red of his hair, before you see his shoulders set, and he ducks his head, and without turning round to you, he just says: "breathe not a word of this to them, and i'll take us by the dairy you like on the way home."
it isn't that she's keeping secrets. she is a secret, a big one, from how little bells and skrael have talked about it. they're a secret too. just one secret, just like her; but one just as dangerous, too.
green thing, salt thing, green-and-dreaming thing. the voice in her dreams is huge and mournful, a memory without memory. a jolt of pure animal terror shooting down her spine fit to pierce her heart. whither did they take you from us? what did they do to you?
the next time bellroc wakes up, small and cool and the perfect size to hug, right at her side, she asks, unprompted: "what's a lyctor, bells?"
the blood drains from their face so quickly, and they swear so sharply, so bitterly, even in that dry still voice, for a moment she thinks the two of them finally figured it out—that they've gotten their bodies back, that they've figured out what went wrong, that they've figured out who she is, at last. but when she glances over to them, and sees only the familiar jewel-brown eyes in the familiar boy-round face she's always known—well. her heart does fall, only a little.
i just think nari and nona would be friends,
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