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The Best Policy

Just as he was brushing the crumbs from his fingers, however, Q burst into the room. “Shit, shit, shit,” he was saying, dropping the stack of folders he was carrying with an alarming lack of care, spilling their contents onto the counter. “Surely he wasn’t such an idiot as to—ROBRECHTS!!!” Q shouted. “R, go find Robrechts, now. I think the bloody idiot left his drugged brownies out, and Bond’s just eaten one.”

(Or, James Bond accidentally eats experimental Q Branch brownies, and Q has to pick up the pieces.)

Hello, friends! Chapter One of The Best Policy is now up on ao3! There will be two chapters after this one, for reasons that will hopefully become clearer as the story progresses. More to come soon, but the first chapter features a regrettable lack of adherence to workplace safety regulations, Q's cats being adorable, not actually unrequited love, and James Bond attempting to subvert his feelings with documentaries on naval disasters (who hasn't though, really).

I had an absurd amount of fun writing this one, and I hope it brings you some joy as well. 💜

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Sometimes you just gotta roll around on the grass with your best friend

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He keeps up though

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Uther: Um.. Whatcha got there Son?

Arthur: Some twink called Merlin.

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Arthur, through tears and shaking like a chihuahua: "This better not awaken anything in me"

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the 00q tag on ao3 is wild but once in a while you find a real gem

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arthur: this is a mistake.

merlin, enthusiastically: a mistake we’re going to laugh about someday!

arthur: but not today.

merlin, still enthusiastic: oh, no. today’s going to be a mess!

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kate’s thirty, flirty and thriving results

top 30 television male characters

13.) arthur pendragon (merlin)

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Arthur: Let me guess.

Arthur: you have a perfectly good explanation for … all of this?

Merlin: Yes.

Merlin: *begins to ramble off a perfectly terrible lie explanation that’s utter nonsense*

Arthur: (what the fuck is he even saying?)

Merlin: (what the fuck am I even saying?)

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Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies), Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond), Alec Trevelyan, Vesper Lynd, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Q (James Bond) is a Holmes, pre-MI6!Q, Past Relationship(s), Past Abuse, Phobias, Abusive Relationships, but not between James and Q, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Character Bashing, Vesper bashing, Explicit Sexual Content, Family Dynamics, Bad Family Dynamics, this all started with James trying to update the security system at Skyfall Lodge Summary:

When M tells James to take a vacation and make something for himself to go home to other than alcohol and sex, 007 is not enthused.  The closest thing he had to a home was Skyfall Lodge, and even he had to admit that it was incredibly old and needed updating for it to be livable and safe. When Trevelyan steps in to say that he knows a bloke who can rig up security systems, however - and is discreet besides - James decides to accept some professional help.

But despite being an MI6 assassin-spy who’s seen just about everything, James isn’t prepared for the distrustful, aloof boffin who turns up on his doorstep, full of exactly the sort of thing agents couldn’t get enough of: secrets and surprises. Q isn’t a mission, though, so it will be up to James to figure out how to deal with (and maybe, just maybe, get close to) this posh young man without hurting him worse than he already is.

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Would love to know your thoughts on #22 and #25 :)

Hi @nervous-bean. That's a wonderful url by the way! Can relate. Thanks for sending in some questions!

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

I'm pretty open-minded, and I'm afraid of very little genre-wise.

That said, I feel like I would never write one of those dead-dove-do-not-eat violent whump/torture stories. I just don't have it in me to do it. I've read some incredible ones, so that's no shade to the trope or genre. I just don't have any interest in writing one myself.

Same with horror. Specifically, body horror or gore. I wouldn't mind having a crack at something that tends more towards the gothic subgenre. Basically, I'm a Shirley Jackson and Mary Shelley girl.

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

Honestly, I'm lucky enough to get quite a bit of engagement on my fics. Even on stuff like dispatches from the division, which I thought about two people would be interested in, given it was 90% OCs. Like, I'm genuinely so fortunate to be getting the numbers I do. It's very flattering and I know plenty of writers in this fandom who don't get nearly the attention they deserve. So I'm very grateful.

My poetry tends to be the thing the fewest number of people engage with, but I totally understand that poetry isn't everyone's bag. Same with the couple of rarepairs I've written for - James/Vesper and James/Moneypenny. It can be disappointing, but writing poetry and rarepair fic is more of a creative exercise for me than anything, so I don't mind.

Thanks again for the questions!

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King Charles III is coronated, if now’s not the time for King Arthur’s return, I don’t know when is

Arthur is not just a king. He is the Once and Future King. Take heart, for when Albion's need is greatest: Arthur will rise again

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Canonically Arthur Pendragon walks around Infront of Merlin absolutely starkers, not at care at all. But not with anyone else

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This is my last poem for the @mi6-cafe poetry month (shh, don't tell anyone I updated in May!). You can read it below or on AO3, where I've also posted the other poems I've written.

DRINKING At the beginning of our first date, I ordered champagne that cost the king’s ransom. His brittle, imperious spine stood tall — as rigid as his delicate glass flute. He called the bottle compensatory. At the end of our first date he brought me through a middling whisky to drink in bed and rolled his eyes as I judged it a test to see whether I would still be here come daylight, if I could stand to share a bed with a man who had subpar taste in scotch. And afterwards, his spine relaxed, curled up as he plastered himself to my body and I stopped thinking of compensation or tests and instead remembered how the taste of that earlier fine champagne on his lips made me feel drunker than six straight martinis comprised of three measures of Gordon's and one of vodka, of half a measure of Kina Lillet (which is not vermouth), shaken well until it is as ice cold as she was in a Venetian canal, and garnished with a large slice of lemon peel, as lip-suckingly bitter as she was sweet in their bed that morning.

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Merlin: I am Camelot's Sorcery Instigator.

Someone: So you investigate sorcerers in Camelot?

Arthur: No, you misheard. He is the Sorcery INSTIGATOR. He starts some sorcery-related incidents wherever he goes.