#jackal/rasmus

[newrhys]

leaving you guys with this goodnight

[our-future-is-up-to-us-2]

all of these are the prettiest things

Raaaaaaa another Narcovember fic! Originally just going to be a normal fic, but then I wormed the prompt in and we're back! Fic number 15 @narcosfandomdiscord

Prompt #20, Book Of Sleight Of Hand: Brace

Word Count: 1.1K

Relationships: Charles "The Jackal" Calthrop/Rasmus

Warnings: None

~ Read the fic under the cut ~

It’s always the quiet moments that draw them in. Peter sits about, examining blueprints, mulls over documents on his computer or phone, while Rasmus takes to watching him, or making some food.

At least, that’s when they’re not entangled in work, or each other. When the quiet moments come, things are gentle, and, as Peter disarmingly feels, very romantic. 

Rasmus hums to himself as he works, and every so often, they look up at each other, drinking in the moment, blushing and smiling like school kids. Of course, the feeling is not embarrassment, it’s the last thing akin to that. 

The Jackal supposes… Well, he doesn’t know what to suppose anymore, switching between architecture and transactions, Dark Core and a surprisingly plain email account. He’s still playing his game, still working through his job. He has not stopped being an assassin just because of Rasmus– 

And yet, and yet, he feels the pull, he feels both powerful and helpless, able to do as much or as little as he pleases. The taste of his lips, his body, all of him, is a powerful drug. 

Worse than that is his smile. Just a flicker of it, a small laugh, a stupid little thought that only Rasmus is amused by… Oh, how intoxicating.  

It’s the little things that make him want to drop those obligations and run. But his American hirer is counting on him, awaiting his shot against UDC. 

In a few short days, he’ll be off somewhere else. Whether it’s back to Spain, or coasting in London, awaiting a new target… 

His stomach lurches at the former. Wife and child, worrying about him, thinking about him constantly. 

Meanwhile, he’s here, in Estonia of all places, basking in the sunlight that is Rasmus. 

“I was thinking about this last night,” Peter says, and Rasmus looks up from the soup he’s started to boil, “Your name, Rasmus… Where does it come from? What sort of meaning does it have? Because Peter, god, it feels terribly ordinary.”  

And it’s not like Charles is much better. Far too regal. He notes. 

“Might be ordinary, but it’s you,” The blond chuckles, “And I love that. I love you. As for me?” He ponders it for a while, trying to trace it all back. “Rasmus… Well, it means ‘beloved’ if I remember correctly… And I’m Estonian, so it’d have to be Nordic.” 

Every thought in Peter’s head proceeds to stop. The article he’s reading doesn’t even matter anymore. He goes as far as to shut his laptop, placing his hands over his knees. He then watches them as they shake. 

It all makes sense. Of course, it does. Every hit that The Jackal is after, there’s always a plan, a method to his madness. But this? Angel, beloved, Rasmus, staring at him as his face starts to pale. 

And even worse, he just… Says that. Three little words: Like icing sugar on a cake, like an afterthought. 

He loves me.  

***

The Jackal attempts to summon up a sentence, a smile, a nod, anything. 

Instead, he’s paralysed. Stuck there, having to brace himself for an impact that’s already made contact.  

He’s managed to quell his shaking, biting the inside of his cheek to compensate. The words run through his head at a million miles an hour: I love that. I love you. Rasmus? It means ‘beloved’... 

He runs a hand through his hair, mulling it all over now. There’s a part of him that’s ready for this conversation, ready to ask Rasmus to come over and  soothe him, but by the time he’s snapped back to reality, he’s already there. 

The blond sighs loudly, eyes downcast, but he reaches out for Peter’s hand, squeezing it. “That was probably poor judgement on my part.” He murmurs, “I’m not even drunk… Just– A lapse in the moment. But… It doesn’t mean it’s not true. I do love you, Peter. But you don’t have to say it back, because that’s scary, and that’s making a commitment, and, hell, you’ll be going in a few days–” 

“I know.” The Jackal practically whispers, and Rasmus is just relieved to hear his voice again. “I know. On my end, I guess… It was very sudden. And in my brain, it was like everything shattered and then pieced itself back together again.” 

He opts to rest his head on the other’s shoulder, keeping his hand in his as he closes his eyes. He takes a few deep breaths, the silence less overwhelming now, and he recalibrates. 

He’s The Jackal. A fucking world-class assassin. 

And whilst he feels the most human he’s ever been, it helps to remind himself of his purpose. 

He supposes he can keep in contact with Rasmus, just in case. Just in case things don’t work out, just in case he’s ever visiting Estonia when he’s free from the clutches of it all, just in case he needs a break from Nuria.

He’s already taking a long break from her, and yet, her insistence on being in his life, well… It’s natural, but feels overbearing. 

Rasmus is instead soft, comforting, electric, wild. A new journey in a place he’s never been, a new spark that he hasn’t felt for anyone, because his first and only love was declared by the fates to be a waitress. 

But, that doesn’t make a wife, well, the be all and end all. If he can be an assassin without worry, then what’s the harm of two identities? 

He opens his eyes now, nesting his head there, in safety. 

“It makes sense, though, Rasmus. Everything makes sense with you. Your name, your smile, your infectious levels of positivity, beard, eyes– I feel like I’ve fallen under a spell with you. If Rasmus means ‘beloved’, then I won’t just… Leave that unfulfilled.” 

Peter adjusts now, sitting upright and facing the other man, running  his free hand gently across his cheek. He sighs, thinks it over, just briefly, seeing Rasmus’ eyes so wide, so adoring… 

There’s no turning back on him now. Because, then, it’s not just betraying him, but also betraying a deep and joyous part of himself that’s been waiting to burst open again, into the light. 

“Yeah?” The blond exhales with a smile. 

“Yeah. I love you, Rasmus. I really do. And I’m sorry that I’ll be leaving in a few, but better to tell you now than never.” 

The blond leans forward and pecks his lips, carding his fingers through his brown hair, “God, I’m so glad you did. I didn’t wanna pressure you, but it feels right. It feels good. And even if you have to go, long distance works just fine, doesn���t it?” 

Peter chuckles and settles for a proper kiss, a heartfelt one, deeper, and the laugh is still rumbling through him. 

“Oh, beloved,” He says when they part for air, “Long distance, short distance, any distance. If it’s for you, it’s just fine.” 

And Rasmus is stuck there, speechless, blushing stunningly, and filled with nothing but adoration. 

[novemberhush]

Me, watching episode 4 of The Day of the Jackal: Is anyone else getting the vibe that security guard who wanded the Jackal after he set off the metal detector was into him? And the Jackal was maybe playing into it a little?

Me, six minutes later: I knew it!

(I imagine international assassins have to be good at reading people quickly, and the Jackal read Rasmus and thought ‘gay’ (correctly) and based his interactions with Rasmus on that assessment, flirting with him in order to get closer. Unfortunately I have a bad feeling about poor Rasmus’ life expectancy because it looked like the Jackal deliberately picked his metal detector to go through and that’s likely because he figured Rasmus was the best option for someone he could disguise himself as and use his identity to get into the venue on the night his target is due to be there. And it hasn’t worked out too well in the past for the other people he’s disguised himself as to get close to his targets.)

[sugarcube-stillabookworm]

should have bet on the day of the jackal making a stronger appearance on tumblr right after the jackal kissed another guy because that's very on brand and also very funny considering i'm like 95% sure my man rasmus is gonna be dead next ep. or like, the one after that if he's lucky lol

[our-future-is-up-to-us-2]

HE'S A CANON BOYKISSER MY GODDDD

it absolutely ruined me thanks for asking /pos

Jackal being a canon boykisser is just. Doing something to me

[imutrt]

Ep 7 spoilers

Poor guy just cant catch a damn break ( RIP Rasmus sir you and the Jackal had more chemistry than him and Nuria) pissing in a bottle thats real dedication right there😭

also can we talk about how good he looks in a military uniform?? Like Eddie's face just naturally feels kind of innocent and i think that contrasts really well with the stereotype of military men being hard and gruff in the entertainment industry.

[our-future-is-up-to-us-2]

*inhales*

BOIIIIII I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY’VE DONE THIS.

So I just watched episodes 6 and 7 of The Day Of The Jackal!!! Guess what they did!!!

[SPOILERS FOR BOTH EPISODES UNDER THE CUT]

Hi so I WAS ROOTING FOR RASMUS AND JACKAL BTW. Yes, I am a multi shipper, yes, I love Nuria the sweet yet serious wife with him… but you can’t tell me the Jackal/Rasmus vibes felt IMMEDIATELY cuter/cosier/nicer what have you

Like OH MY GOD. They went out for drinks and Jackal bought him this fancy drink that Rasmus didn’t even like SO he bought him just a plain old beer to make him happy…

Then they go home and THE KISS?? THE TENSION IN THE MOMENT WHERE RASMUS STROKES JACKAL’S HAIR AND JUST GAZES INTO HIS EYES?? The gentle “what?” “What?” Between them before they go at each other MY GOODNESS.

Don’t even care that it was a fade to black it was glorious.

And then they’re basically dating in episode 7. BASICALLY DATING!! Like- Ohhhh my goodness Rasmus gets him into the upper part of the concert hall to do his thing, and they’re sitting together talking about the architecture and it’s SO CUTE.

I KNOW THAT THE JACKAL MOTHERFUCKER IS LYING BTW. Manipulation is NOT a good thing. But if he’s doing it with Nuria and does it with almost everyone he interacts with… we can let this slide yeah.

HI AND THEN THE ENDING

“I thought you left” and Jackal just chokes him out right there. HELP FOR PURPOSES OF FIC I WILL BE IGNORING THIS.

Anyway that’s all for now :)))