Hi! I saw your pintrest face claims and I hope you are still taking prompts! 11 siblings for Q... that is like so many of them! So excited to read about them! So anyway, the prompt is 00Q, with James joining in for the first time to one of Q's family gathering and had to participate in one of their traditional family bonding activities to Q's dismay. Anything funny or absolutely tooth rotting fluffy will be loved +++. Thank you so much!

James sat in the kitchen dressed in a ridiculous Christmas sweater covered in red, green, and white. He hated Christmas. He was an utter Grinch when it came to Christmas. However, he was going to be going to Q's parents for the first time, and for the first time meeting all eleven of Q's siblings. And James was worried. He was worried that he wasn't going to be liked by Q's family. He killed for a living for christ's sake.
Q came into the kitchen dressed in his own Christmas sweater, "Ready to go love?"
James groaned.
"I know you don't want to go. But do it for me. Please." Q said as he grabbed the car keys.
James wrapped his arms around his quartermaster's waist and pulled him in a hug and kissed his neck, "How can I say no to you?"
Q smiled, "You simply can't. Because you love me." Q handed James the keys. "You're driving."
James kissed Q's neck again, "Alright. But you owe me a good cuddle when we get back.
"Of course."
Q grabbed the overnight bag and slung it over his shoulder. The bag was nearly as big as him and he almost fell over.
James chuckled he loved his thin, tall, and lanky boyfriend. He could just be so cute sometimes.
"Why don't you let me take that." James said as he helped Q get his footing.
Q dropped the bag on the floor, "Okay."
They went out to the Aston Martin and James put the bag in the back as Q took claim of the passenger's seat from no one.
James got into the driver's side and immediately turned the radio on, and Christmas music started emitting from the speakers.
"James, turn that bloody music off." Q plugged his ears.
"I can't believe that you hate Christmas. You seem like the person to like Christmas."
"I hate Christmas, Bond. And I can't bloody believe it that you love it."
Bond's favorite holiday was Christmas, and he went all out. The music, the tree, everything. And Q managed to deal with Bond's addiction. But the music was a little much.
It was a thirty minute Christmas music filled drive to Q's parent's house and when they finally arrived at the house Q was ready to scream from Christmas music overload.
Bond grabbed the bag from the back of the car and Q lead him to the front of the house.
It was a beaten down house, and extremely small. Everything seemed to be broken from the outside. You could tell that almost every window in the house had been broken and then glue back together and used again. The house was falling apart on the outside and James was surprised that thirteen people could be living in the house.
Q's older siblings were at home, so they could help the family out. Normally Q's parents worked all the time and then the older kids would go off to work and come back when the kids were at home. Q was a huge supporter of his family, he sent money back to his parents all the time. It took a long time for them to accept money from any of their kids, but then they realized that they really needed help. Q's younger brother, Ryan, was struggling. He was found out to be dyslexic very young and the problem was that he couldn't function in regular school. He needed special schooling, and that was expensive. But besides that Ryan had a slew of other health problems due to being born severely premature with his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck. But he was just diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis, and a rather severe case that had gone unnoticed for a long time, due to a very slow progression. So, the family was trying to deal with the complications from having to purchase thousands of dollars of equipment.
"So. I'm meeting your family finally."
Q nodded briskly, "Be careful in the living room. It's tight in there. Ryan got sick and he's in there plugged in. If something gets unplugged it can be really dangerous for him. He's using his vest, but he's also using a nasal cannula. He can hardly breathe, so we need to keep him calm."
They reached the front door and Q gently knocked on the door.
Running footsteps were heard from behind the door and then the door flung open and a blonde woman appeared.
"Major!" She outstretched her arms. And Q was pulled into them.
His mother then looked at Bond, "Is this him?" She asked with wide eyes gleaming with a certain happiness.
Q rolled his eyes slightly, "Yes. This is James."
The woman pulled James into a hug, "You can call me Sarah, James. It's very nice to meet you. Sorry that the house is dirty. We've been quite busy."
"It's no problem." James said with a slight smile.
Sarah smiled, "Well, why don't you come in. And Major can introduce you to everyone."
A tall man showed up at the door, "Major! Is this James?"
Q nodded, "Yes. This is James."
The man who appeared to be Q's father stretched his hand out and shook James', "I'm George. Come in. Sorry for the mess as my wife probably told you we've been quite busy."
"It's no problem." James said as they were brought into the house.
The house was falling apart. It was dark and the wooden floors were cracked and broken.
"Kids! Major's home!" Sarah yelled up the stairs.
A stamped formed and a ton of small children sprinted over to Major and started dangling from him. The older kids such as the triplets came up from the basement. But Michael was upstairs as he had been playing with the kids.
All the kids introduced themselves to Bond and started dangling from him as well.
Soon Q decided to head into the living room to see his younger brother.
The living room was converted into Ryan's room, his bed had been moved downstairs and he was wrapped in a ton of blankets with his nasal cannula in and his vest on vibrating to get the mucus out of his were space heaters plugged into the wall to keep the room warm.
"Hey, bro." Q said as he entered the heated room.
Ryan's eyes lit up, "Major!" He started coughing and started breathing into the tube connected to his vest.
"You okay?"
Ryan nodded as he settled back down. He spotted James at the doorway and smiled, "Is that him?"
"Yes. That's James." Q said as he looked back at James and smiled. "James, this is my brother, Ryan."
"Hi, Ryan. I'm James." They shook hands.
They all sat and talked and around six o'clock, George and James lifted up the kitchen table and brought it into the living room so that they could all eat dinner together. Everyone sat at the table, which consisted of a great chicken and a lot of pie. James loved it.
After dinner they set up games and puzzles for the family to do.
All the small girls were climbing all over James and Q was spending time with his older brother's and hanging out with Ryan, until he went to bed.
Finally at 9 they moved the kitchen table back to the kitchen and then Q and James headed to bed.
"I think that we need to have Ryan move up to London with us." Q said as he slipped under the covers.
"Okay. You have a cool family. I like them."