00Q LDWS Week 1

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This week’s prompt:

Genre: canon

Prompt: game

Word count: 100 words exactly

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#1

Title: Queries

Author: Corpus Invictus

Warnings: Swearing, implied sexual content

Summary: The one game James relishes losing.

“Quentin?”

“You’ve asked that one before.”

“You might have lied.”

“Ah, but that would be breaking the rules.”

“And you never do that.”

“And I certainly didn’t learn it from you.”

“Mm. Quinn?”

“You don’t think it actually starts with Q?”

“Would’ve been convenient.”

“Well. It doesn’t.”

“Something distracting you?”

“Not at all.”

“Horace.”

“You- mmm! You must be joking.”

“Mhm. David?”

“N-no…”

“Toby?”

“Ngh, god, not even c-close-“

“That gorgeous flush says otherwise. Oliver?”

“No, fuck, oh-!”

Low, quiet cries. Sated silence. Then:

“I thoroughly enjoy losing this game, Q.”

“Nowhere near as much as I enjoy winning, James.”

#2

Title: Distraction

Author: astudyinfic

Warnings: None

Summary: While Q provides the distraction, James gets to work.

“Let’s play a game.”

Despite his predicament, James smirked while his captors blanched. He knew who sent the message, and when they decided it wasn’t a threat, James rolled his eyes. James knew better; Q was deadly.

And distracting.

His kidnappers were busy deciding how to reply, unaware of James freeing himself. They remained ignorant until the first head met the desk and the remaining faced the angry agent. The encounter took less than a minute before they were all dead or subdued.

With a smile, James typed his response. “We can play when I get home, Q. Scrabble? -JB”

#3

Title: Game

Author: ayrtonwilbury

Warnings: none

Summary: the gang plays a board game

“You owe me!”

“I do not!”

“Yes, you do!”

“God, we shouldn’t be drinking.”

“Trafalgar Square with two houses is three hundred pounds!”

“And I gave it to you!”

“The hell you didn’t! I would have that money, in my hand, right now!”

“Why are we drinking?”

“Penny, you’re his friend, you talk to him.”

“Hell no, Bond, you need to pay up.”

“Why are we still drinking?!”

“Tanner, go lay down, you’re drunk.”

“It’s not even real money! Just pay me the money, you bloody cheat.”

“No,” James said and flipped the board over which scattered all the pieces.

#4

Title: Two lights

Author: Alfa-Arts

Warnings: none

Summary: Q, alone in the basement, follows on his screen the glowing dot that is Bond, fighting his everyday war on another continent.

‘It’s a game’, he once told me.

My screen as a black sky, with only two stars, shining bright, shining still.

Cameras offline. Tracking chips only. Bond, and the other.

-“<007, acknowledge. My voice sounds like a dream.

Two lights, two men face to face in a hotel room, 873,6 miles away from my basement.

One gunshot, one minute ago.

Two lights, and none has moved since.

-”<007, acknowledge ! My voice sounds like Death and Despair.

'It’s a guessing game’ he told me, laughing, 'because you know, those dots on your screen…’

-“< James. Please. Say something. ”

’…they still glow when the man’s dead’

#5

Title: Be a Lady

Author: beaubete

Warnings: none

Summary: Q isn’t one of his Bond Girls, no matter what Bond thinks on the subject.

“—if there’s nothing else—?”

There’s always been something elegant about baccarat that’s brought to mind, well, men like Bond, if he’s honest: smoking jackets and the fragrant blue cloud of tobacco in a dimly-lit train carriage as it wends its way through the Alps. Apparently it’s meant all the same marks of mid-century masculinity to Martinez, too, as he pinches the rear of the pretty girl on his lap and deals the cards. Q glares at Bond, daring him to get a clever idea, and Bond grins, unapologetic as he tips his jaw up and taps it.

“Kiss for luck?”

#6

Title: Espionage is No Game

Author: emsdispatch

Warnings: affectionate threats, smoldering

Summary: Bond pulls another prank to get his Quartermaster’s attention.

***

Bond is rumbling with laughter, so pleased with himself that he doesn’t hear Q sneak up behind him.

“Double-oh-seven,” the Quartermaster murmurs in the agent’s ear, tone icy.

Bond’s wince is the only betrayal of his surprise as he sobers.

“Quartermaster,” he replies evenly, drumming his fingertips on his desk.

“Double-oh-seven, if you continue to bulk-order Jaffa cakes for foreign diplomats using Q-Branch funds, I will box your ears. Espionage is no game.”

Abruptly, James swivels in his chair. He is inches away from his Quartermaster, and his eyes are dark with lust. “Oh, but tormenting you…is.”

Q almost wavers.

***

#7

Title: YES

Author: voculae

Warnings: none

Summary: Bond asks a question with Scrabble.

Q picked up a tile. It was silky smooth, and smelled spicy. This one was carved one long night in Bangladesh, where the sound of insects was louder in Bond’s mic than Bond himself. The middle tile smelled of rain and its back was still rough; Bond had been polishing it at home and had become, well, distracted. The last tile was ebony black. He breathed deeply, remembering the remains of his piano which Bond had salvaged from the fire.

Bond looked nervous as Q placed his two tiles down, framing the middle one vertically. Q looked up and smiled.

#8

Title: Withdraw

Author: 00q-te

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Very few things would pull Bond away from a good poker game. But some of them are most definitely more appealing.

His cards hung loosely in his hand.

Carefully, he examined the other players, watching as some folded, and others bluffed.

High stakes poker wasn’t for everyone.

Bond raised the bet, confident in his cards. Players bowed out, James feeling smug satisfaction.

Rounds flew by, each one James calculating his odds, learning about the other players by observing. Eventually, he excused himself for a drink.

His earpiece crackled to life.

“007.”

“Q.” He mumbled.

“Your flight is booked for 2200 hours.”

“Noted.”

“See you tonight?”

“Alright.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

And Bond left, abandoning poker in turn for something much more favourable.

Q.

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