#bbc bodyguard

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Cranes - Jewel

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[youstupidplonk]

Every now and then I remember that Americans thought David Budd was addressing Julia Montague as “Mum” but they just went with it

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New the bodyguard Julia montague edit 🩷🖤

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I just started watching The Bodyguard on Netflix (I know I’m very late to it) and I couldn’t help but notice, everyone seem to treat PPO’s like garbage (or is it just me?), like the way they get looked at and talked to, they are risking their lives to protect them and still get looked down?

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Police Sergeant David Budd…

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[kajaono]

So Citadel: is it a weak Bodyguard copy or worth a look?

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something about being loyal/unable to abandon loyalty as a dog would, being a right hand man who obeys your masters every command, being chained to the one you love and he knows it

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If I had a nickel for every book I've read/show I've watched which featured a friendship between a blond prince with a dead mom and his lower-class magical bodyguard, where the prince initially hated the bodyguard for acting above his station and the bodyguard initially hated the prince for being a rich arrogant prick, but then the bodyguard realized the prince was actually a pretty good guy and the prince realized the bodyguard was actually a pretty cool guy, and they're still dicks to eachother but they're definitely best friends even if neither of them will admit it, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's strange that it happened twice.

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Love it when Merlin stands over the body of someone he's just killed and looks forever changed

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Tennessee Williams, We Have Not Long to Love

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Bodyguard, s1e3

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piarles + Bodyguard AU 🥰

10. Bodyguard AU

Pierre doesn't seem big enough for a bodyguard.

Not that Charles is complaining, of course, by any means—he knows, as royal lineage, that there's always a risk to his safety on at least some level whenever he's out in public, and he's mostly come to terms with that. But when his mother had introduced him to the bodyguard that the family had hired for his protection, he'd almost laughed out loud, because…

Well. Pierre looks like a normal guy. He's quiet, introduces himself with a nod, and Charles thinks immediately that he could be a stranger he bumps into in a coffee shop, not a man trained in god knows how many defensive arts meant to protect someone.

He's muscular, sure, but nothing to write home about. And like—Charles is taller than him. Not by much, of course, and sometimes when Pierre is standing alongside him it feels like he's towering, but side-by-side, he is taller. What's the point of a bodyguard who is shorter than you? George, one of his mother's assistants, is at least a head taller than him, and seems almost as fit as Pierre seems to be.

Not that Charles has been looking, of course. But on afternoons where they spend the day in the sun, Charles has seen Pierre take off his blazer and knows that the expanse of his back is broad and built, muscles flexing beneath the pressed white dress shirt and looking…fit. That's all Charles can allow himself. He doesn't care about his security team, end-of.

But they're stuck in traffic on a Friday night, lights from the road around them splashing across his bodyguard's face, and Charles can't help but think that he looks out of place, almost: sitting here across from him in the limousine, sunglasses on even inside the car, expression carefully neutral. He could be an influencer, maybe: the cut of his jaw is too sharp and, frankly, attractive to be wasting away in the private security business.

"What made you want to do this?" Charles asks, setting his phone face-down on the seat beside him. Pierre doesn't hear him, apparently—Charles clears his throat, raises an eyebrow as his bodyguard stirs at that, brows climbing over his sunglasses. "Be a bodyguard. Why'd you do it?"

Pierre shrugs. "It is what I'm good at," he says simply, pressing the earpiece further into his ear.

But that's not nearly the satisfying answer Charles had been hoping for. "But you don't look—" Pierre lowers his sunglasses for a moment, fixing Charles with a look that can only say what do you mean rather intimidatingly, and he changes his tune. "Sorry, I mean. You look like you should be a YouTuber or something, not…"

Pierre, shockingly, smiles. Or, well, it's more of a smirk than anything, but it's more emotion than he's seen from the man since he'd been hired. Charles' breath catches. He's…kind of hot. "Should I be flattered that you think I'm not ugly, Mr. Leclerc?" The younger man swallows. "Many people that look like me are more than just pretty faces." Pierre winks and Charles thinks he's just about swallowed his tongue.

"Oh," he manages, stupidly. "Are you ex-military?" Truthfully, he hadn't gotten around to reading the man's credentials even if they'd been sitting at his desk for months, and he hopes he doesn't come across as rude. It's just…something about the mystery of his bodyguard's aura is crawling under his skin, and Charles is nothing if not a picker.

Pierre's amusement dies in an instant. Features stoic once more, sunglasses back up properly on his face, Charles watches whatever opening of understanding he'd worked on zip shut. "Yes," he answers, voice even once more. Then, before Charles can inquire further, he continues. "You should review that speech while you have the time, Mr. Leclerc. The benefit will be waiting on you the moment we arrive, as traffic doesn't seem to be letting up."

Ah, right. The stupid benefit he's being forced to attend because Lorenzo is out of town. He opens his mouth to counter Pierre's suggestion, but doesn't get a chance to voice his thoughts because the car jerks to a stop, much harder than normal on-off traffic. The two of them lurch in their seats, Charles grabbing at his seatbelt haphazardly for a moment before they settle.

"Sorry," the voice from the driver's seat says, filtering through the partition. "There's some kind of hold-up ahead—"

And then the ringing sound of what could be gunshots fill the tunnel around them, and oh. Charles swallows thickly. "Um," he starts, and then doesn't continue because the sound gets a little closer and in a second, Pierre's got a hand firmly on his arm, tugging him forward and onto the floor of the limo. Charles goes easily. The gunshots—they must be gunshots, Pierre wouldn't be doing this if they weren't—are loud, now, and he's fucking shaking. Shaking. He's driven through this tunnel countless times and hasn't even considered an incident like this as a possibility.

"Charles," Pierre says, low and firm, and Charles snaps to his attention, staring at his bodyguard's face. "Stay down. We will be fine, I promise." He scoots closer, leans over so that his body is closer to Charles' than it ever has been before, and he's warm. "Just stay down." Pierre's hand is now resting just between Charles' shoulders, big and almost comforting as it eases him further to the floor.

Any lingering concern about his size is long forgotten.

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New bbc bodyguard Julia montague banner edit

[adhd-merlin]

that time the knights were escorting Gwen through the woods, had her kidnapped from under their noses, decided to go back to Camelot anyway and, when Arthur enquired about his wife's whereabouts, went: "yeah, about that..."

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I’ve never seen these before.