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La prossima volta che mi viene l’idea di organizzare un brunch con un premio Oscar qualcuno mi fermi.

DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?🎶🇫🇷🥖 #TheDayOfTheJackal #premiere #TDOTJ #EddieRedmayne

[affective-disorder]

GOD. GUYS. HELP ME.

Write a sexually intense fanfiction about TDOTJ, PLEASE! The episode from the second series didn't let me get enough of Nuria and Charles' sex scene. WANNA MOOOREE 🫠

[cryptid-teapot]

Fits in this show go crazy

[wcwick66]

TDotJ notes

i am so glad that didn't end the way I was dreading it to, oh my gosh, emotionally? would not have been able to handle it and now I can write fanfiction that fills in a buuunch of other things as i please. no need to watch another season, it's a seven hour long movie and it's now my favorite seven hour long movie. perfection, and broke so many tropes i thought it wouldn't but like not in a bad way? It was tropey and not and whatever! it's now an all time favorite. thanks! Bye!

[simp-ly-writes]

The Jackals Companion

─────── · · A 'Day of the Jackal' (TV series) FanFic

Pairing: Charles "Jackal" Calthrop x Fem!Hacker!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: After a shocking turn of events, you and the Jackal become lovers-of-sorts and you both share a moment in one another warmth as a snowy London sets the backdrop to your hotel room.

─ · · TAGS: second person perspective used, female-pronouns used, mostly fluff, cuddling, kissing, depictions of blood, mentions of guns and violence, usage of pet-names (ex. love) swearing, light angst.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 2,401

─ · · A/N: thank you to @calmowl2407 for this sweet ask! sorry that it took me awhile 🫶 I hope you all enjoy :)

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─ · · You were a certified genius- or at least thats what your first job title while working in an a Apple store for a few years but now you were a freelance hacker and profiler; having graduated with multiple degrees in sociology, psychology, mathematics, and of course, computer science.

─ · · During the day you worked as a teaching assistant and seasonal lecturer but at night, you were known as "Robin." You loved your behind-the-scenes job, the disconnection gave you privacy yet enough money to live a plush lifestyle in reality and to do the things you loved most- teaching others.

─ · · When on one of your nightly "raids" you liked to call them you were toying with auction prices at an event, watching through the security cameras in order to pause the sale just at the right moment yet it appeared that someone had the exact same idea as you... just in a more direct approach...

Your vision snapped over to one of your other various monitors at the sight of a figure in a suit, moving outside of the outlined space for the event. You raised a brow, zooming in on pixelated face with a scoff- nobody ever invests in high quality cameras these days.

You watched as he moved through the various corridors and always knew where to face so that all the cameras did not get a clear sight of him. He walked in long purpose-filled strides, a gym-bag over his shoulder, the object inside odd in shape as you rendered a scan of it- a gun? But who's the target little assassin?

You did a quick search of the black-web, trying to find any details or contracts that had been posted in the last three months yet nothing particularly pertained to anyone attending this event. Your eyebrows furrowed, irritation growing as you couldn't find any information of why this man was here, who he was going to attack, and even who the hell this guy even was in the first place.

You tapped your finger against your desk, contemplating your next move, the clock was ticking down and with one click it would be lights out, the men posing as handlers would run with the object just as your contract requested and you would have yet another fat pay check in your lap... could finally buy that new wool coat, you thought to yourself with a smile, thats if this assassin doesn't mess with anything...

You watched as he unzipped his bag and set up his gear, sizing up for the shot, click, you giggled, leaning back in your chair as you watched through the various body cams to see the artifact successfully stolen and they made their escape. People were running around everywhere, police entering the scene as the auctioneer was lead off-stage before collapsing a bullet right between his eyes. You clapped your hands together, good shot, you praised before erasing all the security footage- leaving not a trace to be found.

CHAT ROOM OPENED: r0ob6^in* said: payment? now. A-%l^8e6x said: sent. good work. A-%l^8e6x said: next job? file.16937 r0ob6^in* said: will do.

You placed an order on that coat before turning off your screens and order in take-out before going for a shower and settling yourself into a set silk pyjamas and fluffy slippers.

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─ · · A knock sounded at your door as you went to go get your food and to your surprise there was a metal barrel awaiting you instead of a brown paper bag. You raised your hands, eyes wide and blinking, "uh you can have anything you want in the apartment! please don't hurt me!" you plead as they force their way into the space and... gently close the door behind themselves?

You blinked, one... twice... thrice in confusion, "sit" they ordered as you rapidly nodded your head and trotted your way to the living room and finding the nearest armchair while shaking like a leaf and whispering a prayer to whatever celestial entity would hear.

The tall man sits across from you, legs extended outwards and on to your rug. You did not dare look them in the face, instead playing with your hands with closed eyes wondering what they would do next. You felt the mans stare at the side of your head and across your body as they observed what you were wearing more closely, "look at me."

You took a second before raising your head and staring just past the top of their head, you prayed that the second of hesitation you took would not take your life as well. "Look at me," they demanded again as your eyes flashed down to... a young mans face? and an attractive face with that?

You tried not to let the shock and confusion come over your features but failed miserably once hearing him chuckle at you. "I've been... observing your talents from afar for awhile now, your little mission today was a surprise for me but I must thank you for deleting that footage... saved me frying their servers on my way out."

You nod, slowly, as you observe the suit the man wears and how put-together he looks for being a criminal breaking into your own home and threatening you with a gun that was still pointed in your direction. "You're welcome?" you say yet it comes out more like a question, you hear the safety of their gun click on as they place it back in the waistband of their pants. You lean back, slightly in your chair knowing that you most likely were not leaving this spot while under such a heavy stare... or at least not for awhile...

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─ · · When you said awhile back then... you would be surprised to know awhile meant more like over a year and not a day went but without you seeing "The Jackal" or Charles he told you to call him. He said he wished to have a camera on you when you reacted to his name for the first time, the way your lips pushed together like your eyebrows as you tested the name again and again on your tongue while picking and pointing at his face- he couldn't help but smile at your silly actions.

─ · · You had become the Jackals companion in some strange turn of events, always by his side or had him in your sights as you navigated him through building floor plans and got him onto planes quickly back to your house that had became a second home-base for him. You scoff shaking your head, your own damn burglar now holding the keys to your apartment to come and go as freely as he wanted but the Jackal never wanted you too far away from him, especially when he was completing large and dangerous missions like the one he was on right now... trying to assassinate a parliament member in London.

─ · · It was nearing Christmas time, a perfectly unsuspecting and joyous part of the year that would have your client easy to locate for you and for the Jackal- easy to target.

─ · · You waited anxiously for Charles to get back to the hotel room after providing him directions through local security cameras. You had ordered room service in preparation and held a half drank glass of red wine in your hand, swirling it around like your thoughts before setting the glass down and jumping off the bed, running down the hall at the sound of the door closing before jumping into his arms.

"Hello to you to, love," he teased you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you smiled and buried your face into his cold jacket, a shiver cascading down your spine as his large hands picked you up and carried you back to beg. You giggled, wiggling your feet with excitement once feeling him throw you onto the bed. You watched from the covers as he undressed layer after layer upon himself and his face before stripping back to the Charles you knew.

"Much better," he sighed out before crawling on the bed and towards you, capturing your lips in between his own before brushing the hair out of your face. "I see you already ordered food for two?"

"Mhmm," you hum out contently before patting the seat beside you and brining him a plate as you both talk over yet another successful mission. "Speaking of which," Charles wipes his mouth with one of the serviettes before gathering both of your empty plates and putting them on the desk within the room, "we have to check if we got payed for our hard work."

You nod watching as he bends down, reaching into his bag to pick up his laptop and glasses case as you reach for your own on the nightstand. Feeling the bed drip once again you shuffle closer to his side and hear in chuckle, "clingy are we today?"

You shrug, "Its the holidays, Charles, let your girl be," you defend yourself.

"My girl-hm?" he says back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you look up at him through his glasses- your heart begins to race as he looks down at you, the frames slipping down his nose as you reach over to fix them for him, "thanks, love."

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─ · · You both work silently beside one another, double checking your finances and going over the blueprints for your next mission in Croatia... after a much needed break and beach-filled vacation you both agreed upon.

─ · · By the time you had finished your side of things, Charles was still typing away and memorizing the blueprints. You played with the material of his shirt, pressing your head to the side of the arm in a silent ask for him to give you more of his attention. "A few more minutes then I'm all yours," Charles murmurs, zooming into an air duct right above the stage.

You watched his eyes move across the dimensions, you loved picking apart every micro-expression he let flash across his features only to be gone the next moment. Catching your stare he sighed, shutting down his device and casting it to the nightstand as you placed your head in his lap feeling his fingers rake across your scalp gently- as if coaxing you to sleep.

Yet you couldn't close your eyes as you had just remembered a file that you had accessed... freely... you opened and closed your mouth, thinking about how to phrase your next words before the Jackal cut you off and you pulled your head up, "whatever you want to ask in that brilliant brain of yours- do it."

"The things is," you try and explain, failing miserably to find the right words watching as Charles's attention moves away from you, your confidence slipping before seeing a notepad and pen being presented to you. "Would it be easier to write out whats going on in here?" He clicks the pen on by shoving it against your forehead.

You glare, snatching the items away as he holds up his hands. You look between the blank page and Charles one, two, and even three times before not writing anything down. The Jackal notices you struggling, he begins to get a bit worried himself as you stand up from the bed and move away to a separate chair in the room before writing out your list of questions, hiding your face behind your knees in order to escape from his questioning stare.

"Is this... something to do with my past?" The Jackal asks, remembering the last time you acted this way a few weeks after you both formally met. You freeze solidifying his answer. "My offer still stands, whatever if is I'll answer it... if I can," he explains, watching as you sit up in the chair and look him in the eyes, "Did you... kill your platoon?"

You watch as Charles freezes before slowly reaching over to take a sip of his glass of red wine, a bead of it dripping down his chin like blood as you grip your hands together in wait. "The simple answer is yes, I did but I believe it to be in fair fashion after... they massacred a wedding."

─ · · The following story has you nauseous and partially scared as you hold yourself and don't meet his eyes that search to observe your reaction- to hear your thoughts and heart. "Come 'ere" he pats his lap before opening his arms, watching as you hesitantly stand from your chair and walk over before being pulled down into the bed and feel his strong arms wrap around your torso like a weighted blanket to soothe your anxiety.

"I hope I didn't scare you- You know I would never hurt you, love, right?" he murmurs into your shoulder before pressing a kiss to the crook of our shoulder and neck, lingering in the spot until feeling you nod your head and rest your back against his chest more comfortably, "I know. But you're different now, right? And you're my Charles... but I would also understand if you needed to kill me." You feel as the Jackal freezes, his grip tightens around you, your breath hitches before you continue to speak, "A-and If you were going to... please shoot just shoot me straight in the face... I wouldn't want to be recognized by anyone."

You close your eyes feeling as Charles slips away form behind you, the cold air of the room spreading goosebumps across your skin as a tear slips from the corner of your eye. The sudden touch of a hand bringing your chin up has you wincing, "let me see your gorgeous eyes, my love," Charles asks softly. You shake your head in his touch before feeling it strengthen, "open them, please," he asks again, this time a bit more firmly.

You slowly blink them open, watching as he tears his glasses off and cups your cheeks, rubbing the skin thoughtfully with his thumbs, "I love you," he whispers before you feel his lips against your own. You both fall backwards onto the covers, Charles holding his weight above you as you break away breathless from the kiss, "I love you too."

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─ · · JACKAL TAGLIST: @swiftietevitdrewjew @groovyponypatrollamp @alelo23 @apaperflowerreader

[amiserableseriesofevents]

People online and irl thinking of me when they see Eddie Redmayne, watching TDOTJ because I've been going on and on about it (and they like it!), celebrating with me for award nominations and for the renewal like I had something to do with it... I love that this is my brand, the mark I'm leaving on the world ♥️

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

"Eddie going undercover in Covent Garden? Now that’s a mission! 👀😅#thedayofthejackal #thedayofthejackal2024 #dayofthejackal #tdotj #eddieredmayne #eddieredmayneedit #undercover #undercoverboss #spy #spying #coventgarden #coventgardenlondon

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

The Day Of The Jackal x UNO…

Oh shit the POTENTIAL

[ztan-31]

thank you for being like the only person making gifs of eddie in tdotj 😭🫡

lol you’re very welcome

what can I say, I’m down bad 🤣

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

The Day Of The Jackal Fic Masterlist

Hey everyone!!

So my obsession with The Day Of The Jackal is running on overtime like OH MY GOODNESS!! This show has taken over my life atp. The cinematography, the characters, the tension, the EVERYTHING.

I have been and will continue to write fics for the show. I have decided to make this comprehensive masterlist, which will be updated with the more I write <33

Request fic ideas, prompts, and whatever else you'd like, over here!

Please be aware of spoilers if you're a spoilerphobe! But I'll make those clear either way.

~ Read the list under the cut ~

1 - The Jackal

Summary:

The Jackal lives in secret. He hides from everyone and everything.

Relationships: Charles "The Jackal" Calthrop/Nuria

Spoilers/Episode Content: Episodes 1-5

On Tumblr | On AO3

2 - Good People

Summary:

It’s only been a day or two since Charles stopped texting and calling Nuria back.

And yet, she’s here, telling her daughter things she can’t bear to hear.

Relationships: Charles "The Jackal" Calthrop/Nuria, Charles "The Jackal" Calthrop/Rasmus

Spoilers/Episode Content: Primarily Episodes 6 & 7

On Tumblr | On AO3

3 - Instincts

Summary:

Screaming, screaming, screaming!

A TLOU/TDOTJ crossover, where Bianca is Ellie's saviour at Silver Lake.

Relationships: Joel Miller & Ellie (TLOU), Joel Miller & Bianca Pullman, Ellie & Bianca Pullman

Spoilers/Episode Content: Nothing from The Day Of The Jackal, but covering TLOU's David incident at Silver Lake

On Tumblr | On AO3

4 - all of these are the prettiest things

Summary:

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.

Relationships: Charles "The Jackal" Calthrop/Rasmus

Spoilers/Episode Content: Based around Episodes 6 & 7

On Tumblr | On AO3

5 - Chain Reaction

Summary:

“Hey, hey– Bianca. Listen to me. Listen to me, I swear to god, you’re ok!”

Relationships: Bianca Pullman & Vincent Pyne

Spoilers/Episode Content: Episode 8 (this is a darker fic, and is canon-compliant to the darker themes of the episode)

On Tumblr | On AO3

6 - The Blueprint On My Mind

Summary:

“You’re kidding, right?”

The Jackal looks up from his bowl of cereal, met with Rasmus’ surprisingly stern gaze.

“I don’t kid about anything.”

Relationships: Charles "The Jackal" Calthrop/Rasmus

Spoilers/Episode Content: Loose canon compliance to Episodes 6 & 7

On Tumblr | On AO3

7 - Mirror

Summary:

The Jackal’s breath is soft and slow as he walks through the spaciousness of his own home.

Relationships: Charles "The Jackal" Calthrop/Nuria

Spoilers/Episode Content: Episode 9

On Tumblr | On AO3

8 - 'Cause You're A Brand-New Species

Summary:

The boat chase is highly exhilarating, if the Jackal says so himself.

Relationships: Bianca Pullman & Charles "The Jackal" Calthrop, Bianca Pullman & Vincent Pyne

Spoilers/Episode Content: Episode 9 (a what-if scenario situated post Episode 9), sprinklings of details from Episode 8 and Episode 10/Season 1 Finale

On Tumblr | On AO3

9 - Community Service

Summary:

Blue and red, mixed with black. It’s what she wants him to be bleeding.

What if Episode 10 turned out differently, as Bianca seeks to take The Jackal alive? What if she has a plan up her sleeve that is risky, seriously boring, and exhilarating all at once?

Relationships: Bianca Pullman & Charles "The Jackal" Calthrop, Bianca Pullman & Vincent Pyne, Charles "The Jackal" Calthrop/Rasmus

Spoilers/Episode Content: Episode 10, aka the Season 1 finale. You will be spoiled on that episode in the very first chapter!

This is a multichapter fic, with canon divergence within that first chapter as well.

On AO3 | (Won't be posting this one to Tumblr, so please read it over there!)

[daeagon]

Theme/motive of water in TDotJ

I need to stop noticing more things and focus on finishing the birds analysis but I was thinking about River

When UDC was talking about River/introducing it at the concert he said things like 'wealth should flow into a resoire for everyone to use but it was only flowing into their own pockets' and there was the 'River will flow'

So its well established that River is connected to water, its even in the name

But when Jackal goes to meet the woman for the job he is watching a Grebe/Waterfowl on the water, I don't really know what to do with that now bit its something I noticed.

Also one other thing I've been wondering about is River is supposed to expose and show where money is coming and going, so wouldn't that effect Jackal? The money people have paid him would be there and it could be traced back to him. So him and his life are also in danger because of River

[simp-ly-writes]

(hello it's me again and another idea for the Jackal 👀!)

Fic idea, feminine pronouns.

Reader is Jackal's companion (they team up after reader accidentally saves Jackal during a mission and Jackal feels reader would be an interesting companion so decided to keep reader by his side)

One winter morning in a hotel in London, the two of them didn’t feel like getting out of bed so they took their work to bed - Jackal leaned against the headboard and studied a blueprint/design of some project for his upcoming “job” (he was wearing glasses - I love him wearing glasses 😫!!!), reader lay down and checked her client list and payments (each of them was working on their laptops)

While working, reader suddenly remembered the information she had read about Jackal and peeked at him a few times, on the umpteenth time he tapped her on the head with a pen and asked if there was a problem (but she didn’t know where to start so she ignored him) and the awkward atmosphere between the two continued until Jackal asked the reader if she wanted to hear about his past…

When the flashback ended, Jackal pulled reader closer and asked her if she was scared. She calmly replied that whether she was scared or not, she was here with him, and if he wanted to kill her, please shoot her straight in the face because she didn't want to be recognized (while she was talking, Jackal took off his glasses and leaned down to kiss reader 😭?)

Always happy to see you and another outstanding request! I really loved the fluffy and yet angsty ending UGH it was so fun to write (I also added a little holiday spice to it 😉 lol) hope you enjoy reading it~ Find the fic: HERE!

[ztan-31]

Hi! Fucking GIFs (in a good way) according to the series TDOTJ 🩶

What program are you using?

Hello there! I’m very old fashioned, I make gifs with the good ol Adobe Photoshop