#yes i like kingsman as much as the next person --

[studioeisa]

hi hi! im so excited for ur kingsmen series it sounds so cool!!! (never seen the series before tho lol) just a qq, how come it says that chan is deceased in the image of all the kingsmen? is this something to be revealed in the series or mayhaps would you be able to tell us now 👀👀👀👀 no stress to write for the series tho, take care of yourself ❤️

ahhh hello, lovely! thank you so much for the love on manners maketh man, it's my babyyy (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ chan (agent poktanju) was killed during service, and the people i'll be writing about— minghao, jihoon, soonyoung, and vernon— are all impacted by his death. the details of how will come out in the each fic, which i'm slowly but surely working through 🥲 i really appreciate this ask, though, and i hope the series will live up to your expectations! <3

[master-missysversion]

Boom thoughts

Liveblog under the cut as usual

Tldr: this episode was absolutely brilliant, so much tension, a brilliant storyline, some hard hitting criticisms of capitalism and Christianity/blind faith, side characters you can't help but get invested in and soo many emotional scenes. I can't see anything this season topping this episode for me but it has left me far more excited for the rest of the season than i was previously

Something about the video looks weird. Like it very much just looks like these soldiers are standing in front of a greenscreen

Child character :) Moffat loves a child character and I eat it up every time

Mundy is so beautiful

"They ran out of money" I wonder if the "ambulance" kills injured soldiers to save resources

Ohhh my god that whole sequence with Carson stepping on the mine had me on the edge of my seat and then my jaw on the floor

This episode so far is off to a brilliant start, im already feeling really invested in these characters and the tension is thick

ohh I'm thinking I was right about soldiers being killed to save resources or something

THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS

Rip John Vater I was legitimately so invested in you, but i had a feeling that would happen

"Stay there!" *ruby casually walks out "okay, coming!" Dhfbdkdm

Also I love how he says to stay there then leaves the door wide open like bffrrr you knew she was coming

I think for the sake of saving time, the doctor should probably tell ruby that you don't actually need to lock the tardis behind you

The Skye Boat Song 💃🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

This reminds me of Merlins death in Kingsman tho

"I was kinda hoping for a beach" you'd get along great with Yaz

I missed the doctor telling random stories so much 😭 I'm gonna hc the lesbian gymkhana adventure happened with Yaz and she was sooo annoyed the doctor ruined their outing with a stupid bet

Okay I know its probably just because she's being written by Moffat but I am reallyyy seeing the similarity to Clara now

And we're back to music....this seems to be a recurring theme

WHAT was that poem?? "The moon and the presidents wife" is a clear reference to the doctors own life. Gonna be thinking about this one for a while

"Beyond acceptable parameters for a conflict as budgeted" I knewww it

"People don't usually bring that up" yes they do. Literally all the time 😭 I know he's just trying to appeal to the kid

Ohhh is there even an enemy?

"Hush" the return of moffats favourite word 😆

NOOOO NOT CANTO

how could you do that to me 😭 poor Canto Poor Mundy

Is this woman Susan twist btw? Im not good with faces but it could be right?

KISS KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ty John Vater I always loved you

The way he just pushes Ruby down lmaooo

Mention of a diary will be feeding the "river is Ruby's mother" theorists

Beautiful

"He's not gone, he's just dead. He's not gone" i love how this is a twist on the "they're not gone because they're always there in spirit" trope

The vworp vworps are back!

Now time for the next time trailer

This looks really interesting, I think this episode has really got me excited for this series in a way that I wasn't before, its a shame moffats not writing more of it but I'm excited to see what happens in 73 yards

I love that they're finally back in Wales

Who issss sheee. I need to know

Also I just saw the credits and I was right about the Ambulance being Susan Twist! I think she's the person talking about Mad Jack too isn't she?

Final thoughts: this was an absolute banger of an episode, honestly I fear that none of the other episodes in the season will live up to it. I just enjoyed every minute so much, the build up, the tension, the emotions, the engaging side characters, the running themes and hints at the overall season plot were all absolutely brilliant. It was so good parts of it had me skipping back a few seconds to watch scenes again. I wasn't sure what to expect going in but this exceeded my expectations nonetheless

[agent-scotch]

TEAM EFFORT

Summary: Sora exploits some Kingsman resources to aid her in meeting Huck's family, with the help of Maria. However there are no lack of nosy people in the field, who need entertainment.

Characters: Maria Bloomsco @tealeavesandthorns; James Davenport, Charlie Dawson, Huck Wells @ohsolovingsouls; Sora and Joe Asai. Also Barney <3

Notes: I honestly had no idea of how to end and wanted to post it before I hyper fixate. It was hilarious to write. Love the idea of work place shenanigans, I hope i did all the characters justice. I imagine this to be like the mission control of Cabin in the woods. Excuse the grammar, this is honestly my first drabble so I tried. Kingsman. OCs. Drabble.

Maria massaged Barney’s neck as she watched the monitors at Mission Control. Being an overseer was never of much interest, too much responsibility for her anxiety to handle but she saw how it could be appealing. However this wasn’t any old run of the mill mission. No. This was an under the radar, top secret, her eyes only infiltration of the highest caliber - in the name of love. 

“Oh Huck has eyes just like his mother. How adorable! Is everyone in the family that….large?” Maria remarked into the comms observing through Sora’s glasses as she became acquainted with the Wells Family. Hearing a cough from Sora snapped Maria back into focus and looked at the clipboard before her. There was a partially finished family tree in the form of a flow chart to help aid in identifying each ‘target’....family member. 

“Bernadette! Or Bernie for short. She’s a wood sculptor. Didn’t you say Huck’s cabin used to be her’s?”, Maria said into the mic before releasing it. The day went on as she watched Sora go about the scenic family property, jotting a few notes in preparation for when Sora would attend her first major Wells Family gathering. 

A polite knock at the door broke the silence.

“Who is it?” she called out, pausing in the middle of writing. 

“Maria?” the doctor answered in confusion, “I-It’s me, Joe - Am I interrupting something?”

“Oh no no, not at all. Come in, Come in,” Shooting up from her chair. Quickly doing her best to hide the notes on the desk and the monitor by standing in front as Joe walked in. He paused seeing the mess on the desk and Maria standing in a rather tedious position.

“I….I didn’t expect you at the helm, what are you doing here?” He asked crossing his arms and tilting his head to see what she was hiding, if there was a person who could spot a lie it was him. Barney greeted him with a bark.

“Oh N-nothing, Merlin is away, which gave me opportunity to o-organize some things, office parties and uuumm archiving, yes, missions and doing….data,” the archivist said sheepishly. 

“Data, huh?” Joe laughed walking closer, placing his hands in his pockets, “And what data have you recovered from Huck's mother playing with Yuki?” 

Maria glanced at the monitor before smiling back at Joe with a blush. He raised his brows in a way that Maria couldn’t refuse. There was no point trying to cover it up. She looked at him in slight shame; this had to be some form of misuse of workplace resources. “Alright, you caught me. But in the name of true love -See, your sister is in seattle.“

“-Being introduced to Huck’s family?” Joe finished Maria's train of thought, making her smile.

Of course he knew, he was her brother after all. He walked up and examined the half finished flow chart of Huck’s family tree. Taking a seat next to Maria, he retrieved the silver pen from his breast pocket and put on his glasses. She watched as he filled in a few more names and added some of his own notes. Giving it a few more thoughts, he shrugged and handed the clipboard back to Maria.

“That’s as much as I got,” the doctor replied with amusement. He too found it entertaining that someone of Sora’s reputation was having such trouble with the ordeal. “She was burning a hole into my office floor last week worrying about this specific visit.” 

Maria laughed having also witnessed what he described, “Would you like some tea, Joe?” 

“That would be lovely, Maria,” Joe replied softly with a simple nod, he never could refuse a cup from her. 

Pouring him a cup and they watched the scenario play out on the monitor. As people appeared, Joe wordlessly pointed at the name out and some information for Maria to relay to Sora, not wanting his sister to know he too was on the other end. Joe didn’t want to admit it but manning mission control with Maria was rather enjoyable.

After an hour a knock interrupted them but before they could answer the door swung open followed by the sound of heels. 

“There you are, Joe; I’ve been looking all over for you”, Charlie exclaimed with a hand on her hip before walking over to him with a rather hefty file. 

“Why, Thank you,” he said before flipping through the contents. 

“What’s all going on here,” Charlie inquired, squinting at the screens.

Reaching, Charlie stole a biscuit from Maria’s tea tray. Maria fumbled on her words, struggling to decide whether it would be wise to tell the truth or breeze over it to someone in an administrative position. Joe on the other hand knew Charlie and her friendship with Sora enough to know that she would find out what was happening whether someone liked it or not. They were in the field of intelligence gathering after all. 

“Sora’s shitting herself meeting Huck’s cartoonishly huge family for thanksgiving in Seattle. So Maria is manning the helm. It’s like watching Full house,” Joe said bluntly while still flipping through the files. 

“Joseph!” Maria gasped, elbowing his side. 

“What? Charlie would find out sooner or later, it’s more effort to lie than to tell the truth,” Joe chuckled and placed the file aside to return to the ‘mission’ at hand.

“Oh this I have to see!” Charlie said pulling a chair next to Joe who flashed a ‘told you so’ look at Maria. 

“You see the couple over there,” he pointed at a couple in the living room, Maria zoomed in. “Huck told me he’s not a fan of them. They are not going to last this to the end of Thanksgiving from what I recall. My hunch is one of them is having an affair - and it’s the man.”

“I bet it’s the woman,” Charlie added, observing the couple.

“What makes you think that?” Maria questioned with a head tilt.

“She’s been awfully friendly to the other spouses. I know a homewrecker when I see one.” Charlie answered, confidently crossing her arms. 

“You that confident eh?”Joe smirked before taking a sip of his tea, “Enough to bet on it? Say… 60£?”

“45,” Charlie clapped back. 

“55,” Joe bargained. 

“50. And a bottle of wine,” she challenged.

“Fine,” Joe caved with amusement before reaching into his pants for his wallet. The both of them placed the money on the table. Maria also added to the pool earning a look for both of them. At some point Charlie had left briefly and came back with a bottle of wine. 

“The children are adorable. So far I’ve counted 6, there should be more arriving tomorrow I believe.” Maria remmarked, taking a bite of a biscuit as Sora spoke to one of his sisters. Time had passed and in the corner of the screen Huck could be seen pacing around and pulled out his phone. 

Joe sighed and fished out his phone. Within a matter of seconds the screen lit up with a message, like clockwork. Both Charlie and Maria leaned into Joe to see the message:

J, my throat’s feelin a bit itchy after eating my ma’s pineapple upside down.

“I’m not an allergist.”Joe rolled his eyes and groaned, “It’s mild though, some Reactine will clear it up.”

“Good idea - Sora, sweetheart,” Maria advised into the mic, “Perhaps it’s best to check on Huck. He may have helped himself to too much of his mother’s pineapple upside down cake.”

“Text Huck to keep an eye on Sora as well, liquor and stress might exacerbate what impulses may be going through her,” Charlie said from experience. Joe nodded in agreement and responded to Huck’s text. They watched the couple convene, where Sora luckily had remembered to pack Reactine for Huck.

“Oh my!” interrupted a voice from behind the three of them, two hours later.It was all too recognizable.” I don’t remember seeing any late night stake outs scheduled.” 

”James!” Charlie and Maria greeted in-sync. 

“Ladies!” James said brightly,”......Doctor Asai.”

“Is there not a lock on that door?” Joe furrowed, glancing back.

“What do we have here? Three unlikely people at mission control and not Merlin. Must be something very serious,” he remarked, walking over charismatically.

“Scotch and Rum are in Seattle to meet his family for the first time, ever. I have been tasked to assist with this precarious mission to successfully plant her in the hearts of the Wells Family as Huck’s beau,” Maria answered like summarizing a novel. Leaning James looked at the ever growing notes and family tree they have been continually adding to. “….Sora is unaware of these two”

“This ought to be interesting,” James chuckled as it sparked his interest. “And the 150 quid on the table?”

“Joe says this couple here are on the verge, due to an affair……and put money down on who….as well as me and Charlie” Maria explained, batting her eyes innocently then showing the couple on the monitor. James gave a squint and studied the two. 

Reaching into his coat he pulled out a 50£ bill and added to Charlie’s side, “It’s the woman, I’ve been on enough missions to read the body language of a woman on the prowl.”

“Wine anyone?” Charlie offered, holding a bottle. Without a hesitation all three raised their hands. Joe gulped the last of his tea and held his cup as did Maria. Luckily there was an extra glass for James who perched himself on the desk. They were in it for the long run it seems.

“Does anyone have the time for Seattle?” Maria inquired looking at the monitors where it seemed like everyone was convening into the dining area. “because that is quite the feast Huck’s mother has made for someone her age.”

“The Wells family take family meals very seriously. This isn’t even the thanksgiving dinner, that’s tomorrow” Joe said looking at his phone,”Huck knows his way around a kitchen.”

“Remind me to ask him for some recipes when they’re back,” Maria swooned, studying the spread before them. 

“Isn’t that the 8th drink Sora‘s had,” Charlie giggled.

“Depending on how long Huck’s arm has been around her. There seems to be only so many plausible outcomes.” James said. 

“Stop, please”, Joe interrupted with his head in his hands, sinking into his chair. Maria gave his shoulder a rub while trying to stifle her laughter. 

“20£, during the main course,” James challenged cheekily.

“No! We are not! Not on my sister” Joe exclaimed sitting up and stopped James from starting placing another dollar bill down “There are kids around, this is a family gathering”. 

“20£, dessert,” Charlie stated. 

“Do you not have work to do, James?” Joe hissed. But despite the death glare from Joe -  It was too late, another pool was created. “I’m taking it if they don’t.”

“Alyssa and Shirley have been at each other’s throats this entire evening,” Maria remarked in frustration before pressing the microphone once again. “Sora, Huck’s looking a bit tense with your sisters at arms with each other.” 

Three of them watched as Sora looked at Huck and exchanged a few words before drawing into a tender kiss. 

“Now you’re just rigging the results,” Joe mumbled, taking a hefty gulp of his wine.

“You three maybe in it for the money, but I was tasked with this originally in the name of true love,” Maria prided herself with her chin held high.

“True love, Indeed. Lord did you see how Alyssa and her husband have been glaring at them, those two haven’t had sex in at least three months and in need of couples counseling” Charlie snorted. 

“It could be that,” Joe replied before loosening his tie, “could also be something about the family business and their competitors”.

All three of them looked at Joe, clearly he had tea to spill about the Wells family. 

It was an hour, perhaps two - Time flew. The Wells family tree which once spanned a single clipboard now dominated an entire white board. Somewhere Charlie found a second bottle of wine to share and stood with a marker at hand. Joe had caved to his appetite and ordered a pizza for the four of them, occasionally dropping a pepperoni for Barney. James had discarded his jacket at some point and made himself a cup of coffee to drink while laying on a nearby sofa.

���I’m not Ralph’s lawyer so I wouldn’t know the details of the Wells family fortune,” Joe remarked at the cascade of notes on the board as he washed the pizza down with some wine. “But with that many kids, there’s bound to be one stirring up drama.”

“They seem to be such a picturesque family, it’s a shame to have a bit of sibling rivalry and the neighboring estate ruining it,” Charlie said, writing in a few more notes to the nieces and nephews on the tree. 

“We have movement,” Maria chimed still at the comms, everyone hurried back to their spots with Joe in between Maria and Charlie, James perched himself on the desk . “It looks like….Oh-Sorry James, looks like you’ve lucked out. Dessert is being brought out.” 

Charlie cheered as she reached to pocket the money. Joe stopped her before they began to bicker about the fair results and how they weren’t positive until the end of the meal. On the monitor, however, Huck’s hand had traveled onto Sora’s thigh under the table. He too had his fair share of drinks and began to slide it teasingly upward. Maria went to intervene with the mic but was stopped by James. Huck teased Sora for a while until he excused them from the dinner table and led her away hand-in-hand. Huck led Sora to a powder room hastily, he was clearly more than eager for what was to come. Sora locked the door behind before Huck closed the space between. It pulled Joe and Charlie from their argument and Joe’s eyes widened.

Pinning Sora to the door, they kissed passionately. Sora removed her glasses and tossed them aside carelessly knowing Maria was on the other end. But it landed only gave the four a better view. 

“What’s…..happening”, Joe inquired, in denial of what was to come. 

“Oh, You know what, Doctor. You don't happen to this recorded do you, Maria?” James replied with a mischievous grin that earned him a slap in the arm.

The sound of kissing filled the room, fixating Maria, Charlie and James. Joe however squirmed and face began to turn a bright shade of red. He reached for the keyboard in hopes of ending this but yelped as Charlie swatted his hand away. 

Joe hid his eyes with his hand at the sound of Huck’s belt being undone. Maria and Charlie on either side of him did their best at covering his ears. 

“The Wells seem to be….endowed in more ways than one,” Charlie remarked while sipping her wine, unable to tear her eyes away. Her handed pocketing the 40£.

“My word, I could learn a thing or two from him”, James huffed seeing Huck lift Sora effortlessly with her leg over his shoulder. As the couple became more and more intimate on the monitor, the three shifted more and more forward as if it would offer a better view. 

The moaning became louder, Joe shot up from his seat with his eyes closed

“This is....unethical and I think Barney is need of a walk,” Joe announced in a hurry, turning around. Patting his leg, he made a quick walk towards the door with Barney happily trotting behind. 

Acknowledgement came in a collective and pre-occupied ‘Huh’ as the mission control door slammed shut.

[myfriendofmiseryyy]

Part 2 here ^^^

The intimacy of being understood. Marcus pike x plus sized afab reader.

Part 3,getting to know you.

Minors dni,mentions of sex (smut later on in fic) mentions of drugs,slight mentions of ED,mentions of mental illnesses.

Reader is autistic and plus sized (AFAB) no other physical characteristics mentioned <3

Its around 11pm when we get back to Marcus’s little apartment,it’s nice and cozy in the suburbs of DC,there is a lot of art and old school movie posters on the walls,but it’s very neat. “Well this my humble little abode” Marcus chuckles,

“It’s very cozy,and much cleaner than my place” I laugh softly,his place reminds me of his personality,warm and welcoming,with a tinge of artsiness. “This place would of been my dream at 17” I laugh,”it’s so cool” I say while looking around at all the little details he had put into the place. “Ngl it was my dream to live somewhere like this too,maybe a little bit bigger I must admit but,somewhere I could call home and make it my own all that is missing is a cat to be honest” he laughs,”well I’ve got a cat who I’m sure would love to meet you!” “You do?” “Yeah his name is whiskey,after agent whiskey from the movie,the kingsman golden circle.” “I always thought you looked like Pedro pascal actually,the actor who plays him” I chuckle softly. “Oh yeah,narcos right?,my ex girlfriend always said I looked like Javier Peña,just needed the moustache” he laughs she always had a crush on him. “Your ex girlfriend had good taste” I say winking,”but then again she was a fool to let you go” I say leaning in closer. “Well the way I see it if me and my ex were still together then I wouldn’t of met the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” he whispers softly “you mean that?” I say softly,”every single word” we are extremely close right now and honestly im getting flustered,I haven’t had physical contact (not even a kiss) in 3 years and Marcus’s breath over me is making me dying to just kiss him. “Can I kiss you” he whispers softly

“You read my mind” I chuckle,our lips meet in the most romantic kiss I’ve ever experienced in my life,it’s like our body’s were made to fit together. A thousand fireworks go off in my mind as we continue to share the passionate kiss,everything about this is perfect,everything.

“That was…amazing” Marcus says breathlessly

“You can say that again” I laugh into his neck,”it’s like our lips were made for each other”

“Can I do it again?” he chuckles

“Fuck yes” our lips meet again and this time it’s slightly more desperate than before,Marcus’s hands roaming my body and settling on my ass,and my anxiety immediately kicks in. I try my hardest for it not to take over me,for the thoughts of my ex to be put to the back of my mind while I enjoy the moment with Marcus,but it’s no good. Marcus notices the change in mood almost immediately,”you ok honey?” “We don’t have to take this any further than you want to take it” and that’s it,the flood gates open and I’m crying into Marcus’s shoulder. “I said I wasn’t going to do this,I said I was not going to let my past ruin what we have,I’m sorry” I sob “hey look at me darling,there is nothing wrong with taking this slow,if you aren’t ready for sex yet then you aren’t ready,we can take this at your pace ok?” “I know you haven’t told me much about your past experiences but what I do know is,they didn’t deserve you. Any man would be lucky to ever make love to you,and I’m so sorry I took it to far sweetheart. I just…haven’t done this in a while. Let’s get to know each other’s bodies before taking that step,and no I don’t mean sexually,I mean what you like and don’t like,both physically and sexually if you are willing to talk about it.” Marcus softly caresses my cheek while sitting down next to me on the sofa. “What caused the trigger response love?” “Do you know or is it just something that happens?”

After I finally calm down and find my voice again I decide to tell him everything. “I was going to tell this a little later,I should of told you earlier but I was scared it will make you put off,I’m autistic and have adhd and sometimes physical touch (especially if I’m not in control of it) really throws me off,and past boyfriends haven’t taken that into consideration and thought it was stupid or strange. I think it’s the build up to sex i really worry about,I can’t shut my brain up at the best of times but when I’m intimate with someone it ramps the thoughts up to 1000%,I know all people get insecure and worried about sex but it’s slightly different for me,it’s someone invading my personal space (sounds selfish I know) especially if it’s missionary it’s very hard for me to cope with someone breathing on me constantly,plus I have to think…do they like my body,am I making the right sounds? Are they enjoying themselves? Am I just sat here like a sack of potatoes right now? Shall I be talking dirty?” “ It’s basically a million thoughts at once and it gets overwhelming” i sigh softly,”im sorry for putting all this on you”.

Marcus takes a deep breath “baby you shouldn’t have to shy away from anything with me,you’re no lesser person because you are autistic,it makes you unique and I am going try to absolute hardest to support you through everything.and I will wait until the time is right,until your completely ready to take next step,I won’t be angry or upset with you because you don’t want to have sex With me for whatever reason. And if it makes you feel better,honestly I’d like it if you were the one in control. And if it makes you feel more comfortable and confident then it’s what we’ll do when the time is right. Marcus leans over and kisses my cheek,”you’re so amazing,never forget that darling”. “Now shall put on a movie and we can have some hot chocolate with extra cream?” He chuckles,”sounds amazing” I smile up at him, how the fuck did I get so lucky?i’m falling head over heals for this guy and I’m certainly not mad about it.

[marzipanilla]

Planning on re-watching the whole season once it's all out, to see how I feel about everything as a whole. Maybe there will be stuff I was too annoyed to notice the first time that I like lol

Of course it's always possible something will tip past the point and into 'why am I doing this to myself' territory xD Either the media disappoints me so much and I drop it (Kingsman sequel...) or its so rage inducing (I hear about a bad ending and don't even end up sticking with it.. Killing Eve. why, I enjoyed you so much I didn't even want to write fic about you) I step away for my own sanity.

SU definitely seemed to get a lot of retroactive flak for the power of love saving the day. And like, I get the critique that such a thing doesn't always work, but that shit is literally a power of love show? Its sort of a remember the genre you're in moment. I think the Owl House also motivated a lot of people to look at an older piece of media and do the thing where they're like 'if OH did it, why didn't SU'? And one they're different stories, and two, SU was first in helping knock down certain barrier re: queer rep so like... Guess I'll have to see if you've seen Owl House before I continue explaining that one so I don't give spoilers for a very good show lol(have we talked about it before??) I haven't actually seen a lot of flak for SUF, but I definitely watched it ages after it came out and all the people I know in person who have seen it loved it, and since I really never interacted with online SU/F fans, I was unaware of stuff about it that was negative. I genuinely enjoyed it as an epilogue series. Honestly that an the Twin Peaks one are some of the few 'and then' pieces of media I thought were genuinely good next to their OG series. And in a time of sequel/prequel/franchise hell that is such a rarity.

Oh gosh I was genuinely doing a rewatch recently so I should have a better answer for fav arcs. Pearl causing problems via her suffering is pretty great, since she's my fav. Love a silent sufferer who is magically compelled to silence. Also I will never not smack 'Mr Greg' and go I dont know how you fit an entire broadway musical into ten minutes but they fucking did lads God! Getting introduced to Bismuth and that whole bit is always a treat too. Actually Steven, your mom is a war criminal and its pretty important to learn about it xD

Jasper just breaking into laughter on her back after getting into a fight (w Steven?? that bear from earlier??) and finally having to confront she does need to move on or she'll go still and just grow moss. Steven there in a torn shirt like, I can still give you that ride, and Jasper finally being like 'maybe later' and leaving.

Aunt May encouraging Peter to show off his camera so that Nolan can get some good comparison notes on different models. Nolan just being like how well does it take photos while moving at high speeds? Peter being like from a train ?? and Nolan having to remember that humans cant physically move faster than the speed of light... yes like a train.. Poor Mark accidentally setting off the spidey senses bc viltrumites are predators and he mimics his dad in something and Peter just like... pls leave... Maybe thats what finally tips Mark off. Peter going spidey mode in self defense, like he just starts carrying the web slingers around like pepperspray

Cecil diverting resources to track the fishing trips and Donald just being like sir... you could just.. ask to go...

I've seen plenty of real estate agent for evil lair skits I'm laughing thinking about Debbie in them now. Her full on knowing the codes the The New Evil Penthouse downtown bc she was showing it and GoG are just like !! we need that info ?? and Nolan just being like : / My wife's personal integrity about her job is important to her, plus you said to never mix work w my personal life so stop calling

Mark literally being told 'the city can have a hospital or a superpowered cell, it isn't getting both' (forget budget concerns have it be a whole infrastructure power grid thing! it doesnt matter if you get eve to build both for free they cant power them both!!) and him having to confront long term things and for once think about the long term impact a decision could have. Him having to confront wanting a system to change is only a small part of the process, you have to have a viable alternative to the system you plan to replace, because just getting rid of it isn't going to work. Or the system he's leaning on wasn't great and other ppl are moving to get rid of it and now he's stuck in the middle of something. Him being called to disperse protestors outside the penitentiary and Amber being in the front and him being like : /

Yeah clearly anarchist free for all will do great for everyone after the death camps you subjected them to Immortal. what are the supply chains like. how are they eating, was anyone allowed schooling ??? I have questions

lol Amander Walker and Cecil talking. that would be something

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[canirove]

The Nanny Diaries | Chapter 5

Author’s note: Part of this chapter is an imagine I posted months ago and that kind of inspired the story, so some of you may have read it already, though I did some tiny changes.

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It's been two weeks since Alice's hen do, and I still don't remember what the hell happened with Ben on that lift. Well, that’s a lie. I actually remember one thing: that I kissed him and that it was one of the best kisses I've ever had. But everything else? It's all blurry. And I hate that feeling, because who knows what stupid things I said.

We haven't crossed paths either since that day. According to his Instagram, he is on a work trip in Italy, enjoying the good weather and amazing food, while here it is pouring with rain and I've been living out of white rice and boiled fish because Levi has been sick. And if we didn't eat what he ate, he would not eat at all. Kids.

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"Hold the door!" someone says, running towards the lift. No, not someone. Ben. He's back from his trip. "Hello, neighbour" he says with that big smile I love so much.

"Holy shit."

"Is that your new way to say hello to people?" he asks, still smiling.

"No, sorry. Hi" I say, trying to make my brain work again and stop staring at him. But I can't. I just can't.

He is not wearing his usual kind of ugly sweatshirts, jeans and sneakers. He's wearing a suit. A freaking suit. And on his hand, he has a trench coat, a Burberry one judging by the bit of fabric I can see on the inside. He looks like he was shooting one of their ads. Or maybe that he was an extra on one of the Kingsman movies. He looks stupidly hot and elegant, and I can't stop looking at him.

"Do you want to take a picture?" he says as he moves to push his floor's button.

"What?"

"You keep staring, so maybe you want to take a photo and keep staring later. When you are alone" he smirks.

"You are so funny, Benjamin" I say, trying to roll my eyes. But I can't. They are stuck looking at him.

"How was the hangover?"

"Not bad."

"Sure" he chuckles.

"It was horrible. Happy, now?"

"Not really. The thought of you being sick is one I don't like."

The thought of what? Did he just say what I think he said?

"How is Levi?" he asks.

"He was sick. One of those stomach bugs."

"Poor boy. I actually got him a gift, when is he coming back from school?"

"Around three."

"Great. I’ll see if I can stop by" he says as the lift stops on my floor. "It was nice seeing you again, neighbour."

"You too, Benjamin" I say, speaking before thinking.

When the lift’s door close, he is smiling from ear to ear, and I can only think about one thing. That I'm falling for him. Hard. Damn it.

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"What the fuck are you doing here?" I yell, quickly turning around after seeing the door opening on the mirror's reflection, and the person that shows up.

"I’m so sorry, I didn't know there was someone in the bathroom."

"Leave. Now!" I say, holding the tower I'm wearing a bit tighter against my body.

"But I need to use it" Ben says, closing the door behind him and nodding towards the toilet.

"Don't you have a house where you can do that? What are you doing here?"

"I came to give Levi his gift, but Mrs. McKenzie told me he was out with his parents. Then she invited me to a cup of tea, we had a chat, and now I need to pee and she said I could use the bathroom on this part of the house.”

"This is for staff only."

"I didn't know" he shrugs.

"Well, now you know. So please, leave."

"The other night you weren't so keen on me leaving" he says, taking a step closer to where I am standing. "When you kissed me on the lift, I mean."

"I didn't kiss you."

"Yes, you did. You threw yourself at me and kissed me. Said I have very kissable lips."

"I was drunk, I wasn't thinking" I say, feeling my cheeks burn.

"The nanny being drunk and kissing her neighbour. Imagine if Mr. and Mrs. Kloss found out."

"You better not say a word, Benjamin" I say, threating him.

"Or what?" he says, now standing very close to me. "Will you kiss me again? Because I really want to kiss you. Now."

"What are you..." But before I can finish my sentence, he is doing it. He is kissing me, one hand cupping my face while the other is holding onto the sink, pinning me against it. And for some reason, I kiss him back, my hands still holding my towel.

"Ben..." I whisper when he starts kissing my neck, my collarbone. "What if Mrs. McKenzie comes looking for you?"

"She won't" he says, looking me in the eyes as his hands move to mine, taking them on his and letting them rest on the sink, one to each side of my body.

"You can't know that."

"I do. She was busy getting everything ready to make dinner" he says with a big smirk before his fingers are back on my towel. “Do you trust me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you trust me or not?”

“I do.”

“Good” he says, undoing the knot on my towel and letting it fall to the floor, leaving me stark naked in front of him.

"Benjamin!" I say, trying to sound mad at him, outraged at what he is doing. But my voice is just a whisper, a whisper that turns into a gasp when I feel his mouth on my nipple, his tongue playing with it.

"Shh" he says when I hear myself moaning. "Mrs. McKenzie is in the kitchen, remember?"

"She..." But again, I'm not able to say anything else, his mouth now on my other breast. When he gets tired of it, he kneels down and starts kissing my stomach, my bellybutton, going down as my body tenses under his touch. 

“May I?” he asks, stopping just there.

My only answer is a nod, one that is followed by a loud moan when he finds the spot he was looking for, my hand instantly going to my mouth to stop me from doing it again. From Mrs. McKenzie being able to hear me. But it's impossible. Whatever he is doing feels too good, and I can't control what my body is doing.

"Ben" I hear myself whispering again, one of my hands on his hair, pulling him closer to me, asking him for more. And then, I'm gone. I don't know what the hell he is doing to me and for how long, but I am completely gone. 

"There" I suddenly hear him say in front of me, bringing me back to reality. When I open my eyes, still trying to catch my breath, he is putting the towel back in place, a big grin on his face.

"I..." I mumble, not knowing what to say, still feeling... I don't know what I'm feeling right now.

"I'll see you around, neighbour" he says, that stupid big grin still on his face as he opens the bathroom door, winking at me before closing it and disappearing, leaving me speechless and definitely in need of another shower. A very cold one.

[maplesyrizzup]

hi, april... can i know all of them????? jfjfjgjfhf

Height: 5’1

Age: 20

Shoe size: 6.5

Do you smoke: nope

Do you drink: yes

Do you take drugs: not yet. I would love to try some edibles but it's not legal in my state

Age you get mistake for: usually 1-3 year's younger than my certain age, depends

Have tattoos: nope. Afraid of needles. I pass out

Want any tattoos: maybe

Got any piercings: no

Want any: nope

Best friend: they are sisters and I will always be grateful for them.

Relationship status: single and pining over fictional characters

Biggest turn ons:

Biggest turn offs:

Favorite movie: the kingsman movies. Love them. Also grown ups

I'll love you if: you treat me with respect and love me unconditionally

Some you miss: no one currently

Most traumatic experience: also drowning

A fact about your personality: I like to get other people's opinions before deciding. I like to get both sides of the story. I need all the information before I do anything

What I hate most about myself: my face and how I speak before thinking

What I love most about myself: my humor

What I want to be when I get older: author was a big dream of mine but I've given up

Combining next two, relationship with parents and siblings: not good

My idea of a perfect date: LASER TAG. PUSH ME IN THE CORNER AND KISS ME. BUT I SWEAR IF YOU DONT SHOOT ME AFTER I WILL SHOOT YOU. Also I think picnics are cute

My biggest pet peeves: leaving the toilet seat up. Not pushing in your chair. Not cleaning up after yourself

A description of the girl/boy I like: a girl, she's funny and smart, like really fucking smart. Tall. Black curly hair. Weird in a good way. A boy, I haven't liked a boy since high school but they were all wrestlers, brown hair, & glasses.

Description of the person I dislike most: I'll leave this one blank

A reason I've lied to a friend: to not hurt their feelings

What I hate most about work/school: work is fine, it's calm, most of the time. A couple assholes here and there but it's a library, the people I deal with want to be there.

What my last text message says: I wish you the best of the luck

What I find attractive in women: intelligence and kindness

find attractive in men: glasses(?) I've never gotten close with a guy I've had a crush on so idk. Being a nerd maybe

Where I would like to live: where I am now, in my home town

One of my insecurities: my dark body hair

My childhood career choice: veterinarian

Favorite flavor of ice cream: cookie dough! Though, Häagen-Dazs Caramel cone is to die for

The last thing I ate: hamburger helper tomato basil penne

Sexiest person that comes to mind immediately: cody christian

A random fact about anything: the average person has about 5 liters of blood in them. Losing 2 liters of it, there's a good chance you’ll die. Losing 1 1/2, good chance you’ll be okay. Losing 1, eh you’ll live. Losing 1/2, you will mostly definitely be okay. I also know what that person will feel like when losing that much blood, I have it written down somewhere. Good for writing

[thesmutbasement]

Welcome to The Smut Gallery: where our favorite Pedro-verse fan art lives forever!

Everything here in The Smut Basement is for 18+ friends only! Minors and unverified persons will be blocked. Please heed ALL warnings when you click a link.

No character specified

@enstatia drew this gorgeous Priest inspired by the 2021 BAFTA outfit, and it inspired a hot fic, which inspired us to finally make a new section of TSB just for Priest fics. Art can change the world, people!

Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels (Kingsman 2: The Golden Circle)

@ronnieiswriting drew an Assless Whiskey at a rodeo and I can’t stop staring at it. The lasso, thank you very much. Not the—okay yes. I’m admiring the ass.

Dave York (Equalizer 2)

Din Djarin/Mando (The Mandalorian)

@frying-panties draws some REAL HOT "dad-bod Din" and we are here for it!!!

@honestly-shite drew Boxer Din from @djarinsbeskar's very hot AU fic series

@moodsworks drew this HOT Hunter/Prey where you get chased like a bounty and I’ve never wanted to be hunted down more if this is what I get from that sexy tin can.

@thepoisonofgod drew this In Blues piece and it deserves all the *chef’s kisses*. I can’t stop thinking about how sculpted that back is and what lies beneath that towel…

@thepoisonofgod also drew this The Way To Trust and the way I trust anything she creates will make me feel things. All I can say about this one and I’m sure most will agree is: T H I G H S

@asta-lily drew this Leaky Pipe, Mesh’la? and I can only dream that I end up on his to-do list twice. I’ve never wished rags didn’t exist until now.

@asta-lily also drew Cockpit which happens to be my personal favorite. What a coincidence. He’s straddling the cockpit chair and I want to straddle him in the cockpit chair.

@thepoisonofgod also drew this magnificent creature inspired by Warmth of You by @ezrasbirdie and I want to trace all his tattoos for days just for the sake of research. Of course.

@dindaddy created this and it has lived in my brain since I first saw it all that time ago. I definitely DM’d Claire about this one when I discovered it.

@literallydontlook drew a HOT Boxer!Din that was inspired by Counterstrike by @djarinsbeskar and reader is living my straddling while he’s benching dream right now.

@lellowberry created this beautifully hot piece and please, all I want in my life is to be called Mesh’la while Din rails into me. Is that too much to ask?

@blackdogdesignuk created this HOT Din x Twi’lek piece and all I can say is I am available for purchase if he requests it though I feel like I’d be getting the bigger end of that deal.

@lellowberry created this Din x OC and ya’ll I am having some serious fingering envy right now. This is absolutely filthy. Five smut stars.

@dreadfulvee drew this Din x OC sexy lounging piece and I’m having some serious envy because I would kill to sit in that lap. Unfortunately, that seat is taken but I call dibs on the next one.

@lellowberry drew this soft filth creation and I am having very soft but also raging horny feelings for their Din.

@moskaisley drew this two for the price of one hot Din piece and I’m with him on this one. Serious blushing going on at TSB.

@lellowberry created this Din Having Alone Time piece and I am having some major wish I was there feelings because I’d love to be of assistance or just a fly on the wall for that moment.

@ronnieiswriting created this so soft I almost feel like I should leave the room piece but also the sweet tension is making me feel all the feels.

@lellowberry created this extremely filthy piece and all I yearn for in this life is to be railed in public against a wall, storm trooper and brick burn be damned.

@moodsworks drew this pegging, yes sound the alarm and release the fireworks, filthy Din piece and I have looked at it way too many times to admit. Just know, it is a lot.

@lellowberry created this Din x OC filthy piece and all I can say is I love a good hands on experience but especially one that is as rewarding as Din felt in this one.

@lellowberry created this shirtless Mando piece and I can’t stop staring at how broad he is even without the armor. I am drooling!!

@lellowberry also drew this Armorer x Din piece and guys….it is making me feral and flush majorly. I may need to invest in a fan after this one.

@intricatecakes created this Tattooed!Din piece and I would like to volunteer as the artist to tattoo him for all future works even though I don’t have any talent to do so. I just require pants off, thank you.

@dindaddy created this sexy Din x Reader piece and I would like to be carried just like that and maybe make a pit stop on the cockpit chair.

@literallydontlook created this Boxer!Din inspired by @djarinsbeskar Foul fic and the foul thoughts that came through my brain after seeing this shouldn’t be spoken aloud. Just know I am eyeing that hand on the throat with a magnifying glass.

@dreadfulvee drew this beautiful Din x OC sketch and let me just go ahead and speak for everyone else that I very much would kill to be in that same position and feel that same intensity that she feels. I know it’s not just me.

@literallydontlook drew this amazeballs Din rooftop pool scene based on "Silk" by @juletheghoul (Ummmm... B? This is the third time Lauren @javierpinme and I have parked your work in The Smut Basement Gallery... can we talk about adding you to like a Hall of Fame or something? You're just that good! -Claire)

Ezra (Prospect)

@lellowberry created this beautiful Cyborg!Ezra for their Solisequious series and look at those dimples on her thigh from him gripping while railing into her because I can’t seem to look away.

Frankie “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier)

@3frontier drew Date Night with Frankie and look at those tan lines!! We love a shirtless Frankie moment here.

@shite-art drew Frankie The Pussy Eating King and I actually yelped out loud when I saw this. My jaw was on the floor and it was a whole mess. Maia helped pick up the pieces, but I’m still not completely together after witnessing this.

Javier Peña (Narcos)

@patternedlantern drew a charming Javier Peña in period-accurate cropped sweatshirt top and tiny gym shorts, based on this thot by @thosewickedlovelies and I am HERE for it! -Claire

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

@lellowberry also created this piece that is based off of her fic All That Glitters and it just so happens to be of my favorite part in it. Other than you know, the smut. I’m a sucker for cuddling by a fire.

The Thief/El Ladrón (Casillero del Diablo wine commercial)

Bottom of the Basement: Filthy Fic Recs Masterlist

[pascalpanic]

Double Mission (Agent Whiskey x f!Statesman!Reader)

Summary: Whiskey still hates the Kingsman. You get a night out with Eggsy while Jack gets a night in with Harry. But maybe you can use this to your advantage...

W/C: 2.6k

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence, dirty talk lol

A/N: hi I promise I’m still here I’m just going thru it lately lol. I have some other good stuff on the way tho!! I hope this turned out okay!! there may be a smutty part two of this in our future, who knows :)

British accents are lovely, you have to admit. The one speaking, although filled with slang and sometimes hard to decipher, is equally as charming, and you find yourself nodding along happily as you listen to the man you’ve been assigned to work with- Eggsy, Agent Galahad, or Gary as Jack will only call him.

Working for the Statesman distillery-slash-spy ring has its perks, certainly. One of those is travel, and you smile as you open the plane window shade to look out over the rolling ocean. Eggsy and Jack sit next to each other, Jack watching the younger man with a sense of amusement yet an expression of exhaustion. You know him well enough to read him by now.

When you’d first been brought on the team, you apprenticed under different fields to see what suited you best. Jack had been the one to train you in field work, and you’d be ashamed to admit the man himself certainly had to do with the choice to work hardest at it and be assigned there. He’s much older than you, you both know, and at first he joked that he could be your father, but you’ve both realized you’re much more mature than your age would imply and that you’re both painfully attracted to each other.

You stare at the British man with dreamy eyes, listening to his accent happily despite hardly understanding the words he gets out. It’s certainly not a posh London accent, but you enjoy it nonetheless. “So basically, the final plan is that Harry and Whiskey are going to do the background stuff while you and I infiltrate,” he says, gesturing out to you.

“Yes!” you grin. “Leave the old men behind, huh?” You tease and wiggle your eyebrows at Jack.

“Ah, hell. I may be gettin’ old, but I could take out 20 of y’all Brits with my pistol in my left hand.” Jack crosses his arms and sinks into his chair, nearly pouty. The main reason is that he really hates Harry. He doesn’t mind the background work, but Galahad Sr. drives him up the fucking wall.

“Okay, Cowboy,” you shake your head and smile at him before turning back to Eggsy with a brighter one. “You sure we don’t need all four in the field?”

Eggsy shakes his head and purses his lips. “Nah. It’s a young person thing, really. They would stand out.”

Jack’s clearly made more uncomfortable by the insinuation that he isn’t a young person any more, that he couldn’t fit in at a club or a party. He can dance, he can flirt, and he can certainly bag any lady he likes- within boundaries, of course. Painfully for him, you stand just beyond where his lasso is allowed to reach.

“Well, maybe you’ll understand why Ginger deserves a raise when you do her job for the day, Jack,” you chuckle and stand, cracking your back. “I’m taking a nap in the bedroom area.”

Eggsy nods. “Sounds like a good idea. Mind if I join you?” He asks, somewhat teasingly but somewhat serious.

It’s a trundle bed- you’re the only one in the company who even noticed except Ginger. Leave it to the women to discover the obvious. But a perfect way to tease Whiskey. “Oh, sure,” you nod, and he stands too. “Wake us when we need to get up, Jack,” you tell him and flick the brim of his Stetson as you walk past him, the man biting the inside of his cheek and forcing himself to look down.

-

You’re dressed to the nines tonight, and you have to admit that you look amazing. You admire your outfit in the mirror, adjusting your hair and jewelry. Your outfit suits the occasion, loud and flashy. Leaving the hotel bathroom, you chuckle to see Eggsy in similarly dressed-up clothing and Jack wearing a flannel and jeans. “Looking lovely,” Eggsy acknowledges as you walk out.

“Thanks,” you grin and do a little twirl. “Jack, you said you’d been to this place years ago. Does it fit?”

It fits you perfectly, Jack thinks and bites his lip as he examines your outfit, trying his best to be professional and focus on the idea of you fitting in and not how perfectly it fits your ass. “Should.”

Sitting between them, you go through your mission bag: tranquilizers, trackers, extra watch studs, lipstick that can be used as a taser, and the extra bracelet with a microphone in case the one you’re wearing gets broken or lost.

Eggsy gets up to use the restroom and Whiskey pulls your rolling chair closer. “I want you to be real careful tonight, doll. I don’t trust that Harry fucker and I don’t know if you can trust this guy.”

“Eggsy will be just fine, Jack,” you insist and rest a hand on his denim-covered thigh without thinking. “And I’ll be just fine. It’s not my first time in the field,” you ensure him, fingers pressing into his leg softly.

It’s the most contact you’ve really ever had other than handshakes or the like, and Jack forces himself not to shudder, not to rest his hand over yours. “I know. I just…”

“I know, Cowboy,” you nod too and smile at him. “And I appreciate it. You just do your job and I’ll be extra safe with your help. That sound alright?”

“I should be the one goin’ out there,” Jack mutters. “This club is a hotbed for crime, assaults too. I know you can defend yourself, but I don’t want anything like that to happen.”

“Jack,” you plead, taking one of his hands now. “Let it go. Just be my extra set of eyes, remember? We can’t go wrong with the two of us working together.”

“Alright, alright,” he nods, admiring the way your hands are much softer than his as they encase his own. He stands, lightly pulling his hand from yours before he can want to keep it there permanently. Eggsy comes out of the bathroom at that moment too.  “Get on down there, then. Car’s waiting.”

“I’ll contact you when we walk inside,” you nod to him, a look of understanding passing between the two of you. “Be nice to Harry.”

“I’ll try,” he groans and adjusts the buttons of his flannel, not looking at you as you laugh and close the door behind the two of you.

Eggsy walks with you in relative quiet as you make your way through the labyrinth of the hotel. “Whiskey is an odd man,” he comments. “Acts like your father and your boyfriend.”

“Tell me about it,” you shake your head. “I am fully grown, but he thinks our age gap makes him some kind of mentor, which I suppose he is. I see him more as a friend, I’d like to think.”

“Just a friend?” The man asks. “I mean, he looks at you like… I don’t know, someone who really wants something.”

You’ve sort of thought maybe Jack has feelings for you in that way as well, but you’ve always brushed them off and mentally insisted that he sees you as a mentee. “I don’t fucking know,” you shake your head. “I want him to like me like that. I do. I just don’t know how to get it.”

Eggsy nods, listening to you genuinely. For someone who seems like your average chav, he’s actually a wonderfully kind and caring guy. “And you’re coworkers. You can’t exactly…”

“Do anything,” you laugh sadly. “Yeah. It’s… whatever.” Eggsy nods. “Wish I could help, love,” he sighs as he slides into the car outside. “It’s not like he’d listen to a word I say. He hates me.”

He does hate him. The words click inside your head and you smirk a little. “Okay, we have to be posing as a couple tonight, right?” You ask as the limo takes off. “Just… we’ll be over the top about it. See if he gets jealous enough to do something about it.”

“As long as my girl doesn’t catch wind of this, I’m in,” Eggsy chuckles.

-

This club is certainly not your scene. It’s dark with flashing and pulsing lights, moving to the thumping bass from the speakers up front. It’s nearly painful how loud the music blasts through the crowded room.

Finding the neon-covered bar is no challenge, but pushing through the crowd with Eggsy at your side proves to be more difficult. The whole place smells like piss and liquor and you swear you can feel your pumps stick to the floor with every step you take. Feeling like an overwhelmed child, you subtly grab the hood of Eggsy’s jacket as you follow him to the bar.

Once you’re there, you recognize the bartender as an undercover plant. Smiling at her, you order two made-up cocktails that she’ll know to make without booze. The drinks will help you blend in yet stay sober. A few moments later, she hands you and Eggsy two martini glasses filled with neon green liquid.

Putting in your earpiece, you scan the ceiling for the security cameras. One moves just a touch. “Must be the whiskey,” you say to Eggsy as you take a sip, code that it’s Jack controlling the camera.

“You got it, agent,” Whiskey chuckles through your headset. “What you drinking there? Thought you needed to stay sober.”

“These are so good,” you coo to Eggsy again, trying to sound normal. “What’s all in it? Green apple, right?”

Eggsy nods, the brim of his ball cap bouncing slightly as it sits loosely on his head. “It’s called a Kentucky Apple.” The code word for the virgin drink all of you are trained to order.

“Oh, that’s the word,” you laugh and smack your forehead, drinking more. “Come on, let’s go dance,” you beam at him and take his hand.

The floor is packed, so you keep your drink close to your chest, connected with Eggsy by one hand as you groove to the relentless beat. The two of you laugh and sing along to the songs you know, the both of you scanning the crowd for the target.

You let yourself play the role a little too well. Once your drink is finished, you drape an arm over Eggsy’s shoulder and rest your head against him. “You’re so funny, Eggsy,” you laugh and pull him closer, the song slowing down. “This is the most fun I’ve had in ages, mission or not.”

“Hey, hey, keep it down, gorgeous,” he chuckles next to your earpiece for Whiskey to hear it. “Can’t let the HQ hear all the good stuff. We’ll get yelled at for deserting our mission just to dance.”

“Let it happen,” you laugh loudly into the dance floor, throwing your free arm in the air. The song slows and Eggsy’s hands find your waist, yours meeting and locking behind his neck.

Whiskey’s voice is edgy as he speaks into your ear. “Remember what you’re here for, darlin,” he murmurs. You can picture his frustrated face. “And that Eggsy’s taken.”

Sighing, you rest your head against Eggsy’s neck and hum along to the song. “You’re such a good dancer,” you laugh to him softly, nudging his neck with your nose.

“Whiskey could never,” he chortles.

“Never,” you agree and shake your head. “I don’t think that old man knows how to make a move other than roping someone with his damn lasso.”

The two of you laugh and there’s a huff in the headset. “I’m still here.”

-

The night concludes with another pair of undercover agents taking down the target discreetly and ushering them out. You and Eggsy stay a little longer past the necessary time, just enjoying yourselves until he informs you that Galahad is telling him it’s time to get in the limo.

Heading outside, you collapse onto your side on the bench seat, laughing. You really did have a good time dancing with Eggsy, but what you’re really hoping is that it did a little something to Jack.

The ride back to headquarters is filled with you and the Kingsman agent dozing in the backseat, the cool air conditioning humming softly in opposition to the pounding air inside the club. Your ears buzz pleasantly with the aftereffects of the loud noise.

When you arrive, you and Eggsy give each other a fist bump goodnight and you head up to the Statesman agent suite.

Walking inside, Jack finally stands. “Well, good job tonight,” he says dryly.

“Sorry I wasn’t the one to catch the guy,” you grumble and toss your jacket on one of the two double beds. “No one told us there were other pairs of agents.”

“No, good job avoiding your responsibilities. You certainly fulfilled everything but the mission objectives,” the man chides, his fingers doing their best not to curl into fists as they rest on his denim-covered thighs. “Real fucking mature of you.”

“I’m sorry I’m young enough to still have fun at things like that,” you tell him, doing your best not to shout.

“And purposely shit talking me when I could hear it. Equally mature of you two. Why the hell are you full fledged agents?”

“Like you can get along with Galahad,” you snort. “We were having fun.”

Jack stands. “No, you were trying to get me all riled and I know it.” He walks closer to you, his anger dissipating. “Now I wanna know why the hell you thought it was necessary to make me mad.” He points his finger nearly into your chest before crossing his arms.

“God, you’re not my dad, Jack,” you groan.

“You behave like a kid, you get treated like one.”

You finally snap at this. “That's why I wanted to piss you off, Jack. Because I wanted you to patronize me again just to prove how many times you do it to me. I view you as an equal. We are equals. I’m a few years younger, certainly, but I am just as adult, just as mature as you.”

Jack sighs. “You normally are, or you were until tonight.”

“Fine. I wanted to push you to admit that you feel something for me.”

This takes him aback. He raises an eyebrow at you, adjusting his folded arms. He thinks on it for a second. “And why in the fuckin’ world would you decide to agitate me instead of asking me?”

Looking down, now you feel stupid and immature again, just like he said. “Because I didn’t wanna do it myself.”

This breaks his anger like a wave against a shore. He chuckles and unfolds his arms, using two fingers to tilt your face back up to his. “All you had to do was say somethin’, sugar.” His other hand finds your waist. “I thought it was abundantly clear.”

“Well, it was but it wasn’t, and I didn’t want to fuck this up, and-“

Jack silences you by kissing you softly, his lips tenderly pressing to yours until they stop moving. It’s slow and gentle, warm and sweet and tasting of the green apple you drank earlier and the scent of his signature woodsy cologne. “Was that so hard?” He chuckles, running his knuckles down the side of your face.

“I guess not,” you giggle softly, draping your arms over his shoulders and kissing him again. It’s a little less soft, letting your pent-up longing and emotion slip through the gap between your lips.

“And besides, darlin’... Eggsy’s just a boy.” He uses his thumb to softly swipe against your bottom lip, pulling it down and letting it pop back up. “I shoulda known. You wanted a man.” He kisses you once more, deeply, walking you back to the bed.

Well. At least one mission succeeded tonight.

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Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 11

Title: Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 11

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x OFC

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 7,484

Warnings: Mention of injury

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo

Author Notes: So Bunny’s life isn’t all rainbow and sunshine, I’m just trying to write relatable things into this story and loved the idea of this happening to Bunny. There’s a method to madness for putting Bunny through a little bit of pain. Jack opens up a little bit about his family finally! We get a bit of family history from both Bunny and Jack. I can’t wait to show you how I draw these two idiots closer together! Hope you enjoy!

Gif Credit: Google

Blinking her eyes rapidly Bunny sighed softly and rubbed at them feeling how strained and tired they were. Quickly saving her work on her laptop she closes down the web design program and powers down her laptop closing the lid. She turns in her desk chair and spots Butter sleeping in the plush dog bed that she keeps in her office, his tongue as always hanging out of his mouth as he lays on his back with his feet in the air. She chuckled softly, shaking her head as she heard him snore loudly from his comfortable spot. Just then her cellphone began ringing and she saw that Jack was calling her. Furrowing her eyebrows she answered the call and pressed the phone to her ear.

“Hey Jack, everything alright?” she greeted him and heard his soft warm chuckle on the other side of the phone.

“Hey Bunny, everything’s good. Just got a few moments to kill, you got time to just chat?” he asks warmly and Bunny can feel a warmth start to develop in her chest at the idea that he just wanted to call her to talk. Brining one foot up to rest on the desk chair she leans back and gets comfortable in the chair.

“Of course, you’ve got impeccable timing Jack.” Bunny replied with a soft chuckle.

“Work dragging you down?” he asked curiously and Bunny could hear shifting in the background on his end of the call, he was probably getting comfortable himself.

“Not dragging me down, but I’ve been staring at my laptop screen for the last few hours and it’s starting to do a number on my eyes. Thankfully I was able to get a good chunk of this project planned and mapped out.” She explained easily as she snuggled further into her desk feeling the cushions sink and surround her.

“Does that normally take a long time to get done?” Jack asks and Bunny is was pleasantly surprised at his questions, normally people didn’t really care to learn about the process of designing a website.

“Depending on what the client actually wants it could take a few hours to code the links and pages to open the right way. But normally it takes about half a day to plan and map out the website.” Bunny explained in layman terms so that she wouldn’t confuse him.

“And what’s the next step after that?” Jack asked curiously. Bunny smiled as she thought about the next part of the project that she would have to work on, it was her favorite part.

“Designing the face of the website. See the planning and mapping of the website is the background work, it’s how the website is coded to work. If you click on a link and it brings you to another page that’s the mapping part of it. The design is how it looks to the client. I can make it look a certain way based on what the client has requested.” Bunny explained passionately as she started getting even more comfortable in the conversation about her work.

“What was the most outlandish website you’ve been asked to design?” Jack asks with a soft chuckle and Bunny sits for a minute to think.

“I had a client come to me and request a website be made for his young daughter. Apparently she wanted a place to be able to post all about her latest obsessions. But there was no rhyme or reason to the website, random music played on different pages and the mouse would be different shapes for different pages. And it would randomly have sparkles falling like snow on the pages. Think of that Myspace era and dial it up to thousand percent. That project gave me so many headaches I think I invested in the aspirin companies.” Bunny explained with a groan and Jack laughed loudly on the other end of the phone call.

“Oh goodness, I remember those fads. They were horrible now that we’re well past them. I’m lucky that Es wasn’t old enough for that back then otherwise I’d be tortured by all of that. What was your favorite website design?” he said as he still chuckled.

“Oh yeah she’d have loved all of that stuff. What with her love of sparkle I’m surprised she hasn’t gotten you just let her glitter her whole room.” Bunny laughed happily and Jack scoffed softly.

“Don’t you dare give her that idea! She’s already tried to convince me to let her get more sparkly items for her room. I think my eyes are constantly blinded whenever I have to walk into or even past it. Bunny, too much sparkle.” Jack bemoaned to her and Bunny burst into laughter.

“Alright, alright I won’t mention glitter to her.” Bunny conceded as she laughed delightedly. She grinned as a lull in the conversation happened naturally and they both calmed a little.

“So favorite project?” Jack asked again. And Bunny grinned as she remembered her favorite project that she worked on.

“I have an annual client who comes to me to design her family reunion website. Nice elderly lady with a very large family, I’m talking like the last reunion two years ago had I think twenty grandkids. She normally contacts me in the beginning of spring to start designing the website so that it’s ready for early summer and their reunion is towards the end of the summer. It’s a week-long event for them where they go to the family lake cabin and just spend the week doing boating activities, there’s competitions between each branch of the family and there’s nightly outdoor movies and bonfires. It’s a lovely affair and all their pictures are so funny to see when she sends them to me to place on the website. It’s my favorite project because she’s such a sweet woman and I love listening to all her stories she tells me.” Bunny said warmly as she leaned further into her desk fondly remembering all the conversations she’s had with the woman.

“Have you ever met her in person?” Jack asks curiously and Bunny’s smile falters a little bit. “I only ask because you sound like she’s gotten close to you after being a client for a while.”

“Yes, I’ve worked with her for about five years now and have met with her in person every year while working with her on the websites. We usually go out to a long lunch and just spend the day talking about life and how we’ve been and also about the project. She’s truly a wonderful woman and she’s become kind of like a surrogate mom to me since mine lives so far away. But her family reunions are always fun to hear about and all the crazy adventures they get into.” Bunny says wistfully.

“You like the outdoors Bunny?” Jack asked warmly and Bunny grins widely at the question.

“I do, my family was always big on camping when I was growing up and while I don’t get to go as much now I still love to go camping and hiking. Butter and I have done a few mountain hiking trails together.” Bunny said fondly as she remembers her adventures with Butter.

“No way! Butter can hike? I’m surprised that little sausage roll can make it up your steps every day.” Jack teases and Bunny laughs into the phone.

“It’s all fur, don't let that fiend fool you.” Bunny said in a quiet confession and Jack laughed happily.

“Do you like outdoor activities?” Bunny asked curiously and Jack’s laughter faded in her ear.

“I do but it’s a little different than your idea of outdoors. My family back in Kentucky owns a large farm and I grew up there. Worked on the farm until I went to college and whenever I had a break I would come back home and help out when I could. Unfortunately when I started my career in security I wasn’t able to come home as often and help out. But the family still has the farm and it’s prospering so they’re all doing well for themselves.” Jack explained easily and Bunny nodded her head loving that he was actually sharing some information about himself with her. “We used to go out into the pasture a lot during the summers and sleep under the stars with a small campfire. It’s one of my favorite memories about the farm and my siblings.” Jack confessed warmly and Bunny felt that warmth that had started to grow in her chest began to spread and consume her body as she listened to Jack talk about his family’s farm.

“Do you have a lot of siblings?” Bunny asked, wanting to keep the conversation going and gather as much information about Jack as she was able to. He was still a mystery to her and while she knew he was a good man and cared greatly for his daughter she still didn’t know much about him. She wanted to begin a friendship that could hopefully turn into something so much more. And while they had begun flirting and teasing each other Bunny was ready to wait to see how this relationship blossomed. After the hell that she had been put through by her ex-husband Bunny was more than happy to wait and see how a relationship now panned out.

“I’ve got two sisters, one older that’s Rebecca or Becca. She's I think a year or two older than me. Then there’s Amelia, she’s the younger one, she’s five years younger. And finally there’s the baby of the family Will, he’s the youngest but don’t tell him that sometimes he acts like the oldest out of the four of us.” Jack replied easily and Bunny could hear the affection full in his tone over the phone. She could easily tell that he loved and cared deeply for his siblings. She smiled softly as she nodded her head. “What about you? Is it just you and your sister?” Jack asked.

“Actually I’ve got three siblings. There’s Sasha that you know about, she was adopted when I was eight and she’s two years younger than me, she’s the only one of us who’s got kids. Then there’s Jake, he was adopted when I was eleven he’s three years younger. And Freddie is five years younger than me and he was adopted when I was sixteen.” Bunny said smiling as she thought back to when her siblings were adopted and the parties that were thrown.

“So you’ve been through the adoption process?” Jack asks curiously and Bunny has to stomp down the urge and desire to be Esme’s mom that she had the other night at the sleepover.

“Yeah it was a bit hectic as a kid because my parents fostered a lot of kids while growing up and it was both good and bad. The kids that we were fostering, some had some serious mental health issues, like Sasha she has horrendous panic attacks and anxiety attacks all throughout her foster life with us. She still gets it sometimes but they’re not as severe she’s told me. And Freddie has bipolar disorder that he’s managing with a team of doctors, he’s got his good days and then he’s got some really bad days. I check up on him a couple times a month just to see how he’s doing and if he needs anything.” Bunny explained feeling a dull achy pain in her chest as she talked about her siblings’ mental issues. She hated seeing them troubled and if she could take away their pain she would in a heartbeat, Sasha and Freddie were the best type of people and the fact that they had to deal with these issues pained Bunny. She knew they were dealt a hard life but she hoped that by joining her family they had found some sort of peace, and while they had told her this before she hoped it was true.

“Wow, I didn’t realize that the foster kids your parents helped were dealing with those types of issues.” Jack said solemnly.

“Yeah there were others who needed more help than my parents could offer or give and those were the ones that were either placed with another foster family or the state government eventually took custody of them. They became a ward of the state.” Bunny explained softly.

“Well I’m hoping they got the necessary care they needed wherever they ended up.” Jack said in a calm, easing voice.

“I do too.” Bunny replied easily before her mind turned back to Esme once more and the sleepover fiasco was in the forefront of her brain again. “Hey while we’re talking about this stuff. I-uh wanted to let you know that Es had a run in with Cynthia and it wasn’t pretty.” Bunny began to explain. She took a breath in and heard absolute silence on the other end of the call and for a moment she thought the call had dropped. She began to move the phone away from her ear to check when she heard Jack’s deadly calm voice speak up.

“What did Cynthia do to Esme?” he asked in such a harsh cold tone that Bunny physically shivered in her seat.

“Es got caught up in all the excitement with the other girls at the sleepover and called me Mom in front of everyone. Cynthia heard and was a bit of a nasty witch to her and to be honest I can’t remember the exact words because I only saw red and ripped her a new one for her shit talking, but anyway she said something about needing to talk to you about her hanging out with me too much that she was thinking I was her mom.” Bunny explained in a rush as she felt the white hot blind rage she felt after Cynthia snapped at Esme.

“Easy Bunny, easy.” Jack said softly and Bunny took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. “Es called you mom?” Jack asked quietly and Bunny felt her heart clench suddenly at his question.

“She did. And Jack I don’t mind one bit. She just got caught up in the chaotic energy the girls were causing and it was just a slip of the tongue. Honest.” Bunny said quickly to try and ease him if he was having second thoughts of her being around Esme so much. “And I talked to Es about it. Told her it’s no big deal and that I’d be lucky to have her as a kid. But I told her what Cynthia said was uncalled for and that she didn’t have to listen to her since she was mean to Es.”

Bunny felt uneasy as if she was rambling as she tried to explain to Jack what had happened the other night and as the silence fell over the phone conversation she felt her anxiety skyrocket inside her. She tried to wait patiently for Jack to say something but when he didn’t say anything after a while she sighed softly, figuring that he’d want to put a stop to them spending so much time together.

“I understand if you don’t want me watching her anymore or taking her to yoga.” Bunny said softly and dejectedly.

“Now hang on.” Jack said suddenly and confidently. “That’s not at all what I want.” Bunny heard his firm words and she felt hope unfurl in her chest making her breath catch silently. “You have been the best thing that has happened to both Esme and myself. You’ve helped me out so much with watching her for me. And Esme has had a rough time making friends in her new neighborhood and school but you’ve done wonders for her confidence that she now has a few friends. Bunny you not being in our lives is the last thing I would want.” Jack stated vehemently and Bunny felt tears prick at her eyes. “I’m more upset that Cynthia had the nerve to say something to Es about calling you mom. I can’t believe that woman.” He said honestly and Bunny sighed softly as she nodded her head.

“Yeah Cynthia I think has it in her head that the two of you are becoming a hot item.” Bunny said thoughtfully and Jack scoffed over the phone.

“She’s married Bunny.” Jack lamented softly to her and Bunny nodded her head at his words.

“I know that, but I don’t think she cares. Ever since I’ve met her she’s always been looking for the next best thing for herself.” Bunny said truthfully.

“She’s always been like this? It’s not just because of me?” Jack asked seriously and Bunny smirked softly, seeing an opportunity for her.

“You’re handsome Jack but you’re no Mark Strong.” Bunny teased him as she grinned widely.

“Oh ho! So you dig the older men huh Bunny?” Jack teased right back and Bunny blushed deeply.

“What can I say, he's dreamy.” Bunny said dismissively and Jack laughed softly.

“Well now I know who my competition is then.” Jack said sultrily and Bunny felt desire jolt down her spine making her gasp softly.

“C-competition?” she stuttered out softly before she heard muffled talking in the background on Jack’s end of the phone call. She could hear Jack responding to whoever was with him distantly as her mind began to race with the thought that Jack was competing for her affection.

“Hey listen Bunny I’ve got to get goin’. Thanks for taking my call and chattin’ with me. Tell Es I’ll give her a call at dinner time alright?” Jack said and Bunny let out her breath slowly through her nose.

“Yeah of course. I’ll let her know. I’ve gotta start getting ready to go get her from the bus stop anyway. We’ll talk to you then.” Bunny began to quickly ramble and she cringed softly as she heard his soft chuckle.

“And yes competition. Can’t let a Brit git one over the good ol’ American boy. Talk to you later Bunny.” Jack said in a low gravelly tone that made Bunny suddenly tense with arousal as she heard his tone and words. And then the line was hung up.

Huffing softly she slouched in her chair and pulled the phone from her ear slowly. Setting it down on the desk gently she turned and saw Butter was still passed out in his bed. Running a hand through her hair Bunny sighed softly.

“That man’s got a seductive tongue.” She said softly to the quiet office and Butter huffed in his sleep making her chuckle softly. “You said it Butter.”

*-*-*-*

As soon as Esme walked down the bus steps Bunny could tell that she was feeling down. Tilting her head to the side she watched as Esme walked down the sidewalk towards. The two older girls from the last bullying instance were walking behind her giggling and whispering to each other and Bunny felt rage rush her body with red hot anger. The girls looked up from Esme’s back and both instantly stopped talking as they spotted Bunny glaring at them.

“Girls.” Bunny said stiffly as Esme came to a stop next to her and the girls both gulped silently before one hesitantly let out a smile before the two made a dash for their houses. Bunny sighed softly and looked down at Esme who was dejectedly scuffing her sneakers on the sidewalk. “Bad day at school?” Bunny asked softly.

Esme shrugged her shoulders and continued to scuff her sneakers on the sidewalk. Butter looked up at Esme curiously before head-butting her calf with his head. Esme moved a little bit before stepping to the side to avoid Butter doing that again.

“Yep, bad day at school. Why don’t we go for a walk and if you wanna talk I’m all ears. If not, it's no big deal.” Bunny said softly as she looked down at Esme. Esme shrugged her shoulders once more and Bunny nodded her head before gently holding out her hand for Esme. The little girl took a hold of it after a moment's pause and Bunny began leading her and Butter towards the main park area of the community.

The three of them walked in silence and Bunny kept her head held high not wanting to constantly look down at Esme. She was worried it’d upset the little girl more if she constantly tried to check in with her. As the three of them finish crossing the street to the park area Esme starts to slowly perk up.

“Hey Bunny?” she asks suddenly and Bunny hides her smile as much as she possibly can and looks down at the little girl at her side.

“What’s up Es?” Bunny answers in a question and Esme smiles softly at her.

“Have you ever called someone Mom who wasn’t your mom?” Esme asks softly and Bunny nods her head adamantly.

“Oh yeah! So many women.” Bunny said with wide eyes and Esme giggled softly. “I’ve called a bunch of my teachers in school Mom. Let’s see who else, oh! I called Molly’s mom that once and she wouldn’t let me live it down. Wouldn’t stop insisting she was my mom now. And then there was that time that I accidentally called Mr. Quinten dad and it was a whole big thing with him.” Bunny confessed as she sighed and rolled her eyes. Esme giggled brightly as she walked next to Bunny as she began to skip alongside her. “Look Es, there’s nothing wrong with calling someone Mom. It happens all the time.” Bunny stressed earnestly as she stopped walking and bent down to Esme’s level.

“Really?” asked the little girl as she looked at Bunny with a lost expression on her face.

“Yep. Sometimes we just forget where we are and the name just comes out. Other times we see the person we called Mom as a mother figure. It just means that you see that person as someone who you can trust and go to for anything. And I’ll let you in on a secret, come here.” Bunny said surreptitiously as she gestured Esme closer to her. “It means so much to me that you could think of me like that. And I will do my best to be there for you no matter what, understand? You’re stuck with me kiddo.” She said fondly as she nudged Esme under her chin making her giggle. Just then Esme launched herself against Bunny and Bunny caught her easily in her arms holding her close to her.

“Thanks Bunny.” Esme whispered softly.

“Any time kiddo. Any time.” Bunny said softly into the little girl’s hair. “Now what do you say to go for a walk and just hang out before we crack down on homework and then dinner?” Bunny asked hopefully that the little girl was feeling a little bit better.

“Yeah! Oh can we roll down that hill over there?” Esme asked, suddenly excited as she pointed to the medium sized hill that obscured the soccer field from view. Bunny shrugged her shoulders before grinning at Esme and taking off with Butter running besides her.

“Beat you to the top!” Bunny called and Esme shrieked with indignation as she began running as quickly as her little legs could carry her after Bunny.

“You cheated!” Esme cried as she began chasing after Bunny.

“Only if I win!” Bunny called over her shoulder laughing heartily before she began huffing dramatically as Esme caught up to her. Esme giggled as Butter barked chaotically at Bunny’s side as if he was trying to get her to pick up her pace. Once Bunny saw Esme pass her she began to overtly huff and puff as she chased the little girl up the hill.

“I win!” called Esme and began to dance in celebration as she reached the top before Bunny. Bunny made a show of bending over and gasping for breath which made Esme laugh harder. Butter hopped around Bunny barking at her and Bunny laughed softly at the dog as he did his best impression of an angry coach. “Ok, ok. Let’s do this!” cried Esme happily as she threw her back pack to the ground and began to lower herself down to the ground at the top of the hill.

“Alright you go first and then when you come up I’ll go.” Bunny instructed and Esme looked up at her gleefully. “What? You thought I wouldn’t roll down a hill? I’ll have you know I’m an expert roller.” Bunny said self-importantly and Esme burst into happy laughter before she shook her head.

“Bunny!” The little girl drew out the name in an exasperated tone and Bunny laughed softly before gesturing for Esme to go. Butter began to bark excitedly and was jumping around Bunny’s legs as Esme prepped herself to roll down the hill.

“Alright I’m gonna time ya. On your mark!” Bunny called happily and Butter began to jump more furiously around her. “Get set!” was the next call out and Esme prepared to begin rolling as Butter began barking like crazy. “Go!” called Bunny and instantly realized her mistake as Esme began rolling down the hill at a moderate speed.

Suddenly Bunny’s legs were knocked out from underneath herself as Butter took off down the hill dragging Bunny along after him. Shrieking in surprise Bunny heard a distinct crack and felt the back of her head bounce on the ground when she met the ground. Groaning in pain she raised her hand to her head before feeling her arm being jerked after Butter as he dashed down the hill after Esme. Bunny felt every hit with the ground as Butter dragged her down the hill and she moaned softly as he finally came to a stop at the base of the hill.

“Bunny!” cried Esme worriedly and Bunny peeked one eye open to stare over at the little girl as she got up and rushed over to her. Bunny could feel the aches in her body from when she had collided with the ground. Gritting her teeth and hissing softly as she shifted on the ground trying to sit up.

“I’m okay Es. Butter just got a little too excited.” Bunny began to reassure Esme as she saw the little girl’s face filled with worry and concern. Bunny set her hand down on the ground and moved to sit up on the grass. Hissing in pain Bunny quickly pulled her wrist up to her chest and clutched it there for a moment feeling the sharp pain coursing through her wrist. She laid there for a moment with her eyes shut clutching her aching wrist to her chest trying to breathe through the pain.

“Bunny?” Esme asked softly and Bunny opened her eyes to see Esme now kneeling next to her body as Butter crawled along the ground towards the two of them.

“I should be okay just banged up.” Bunny reassured her and sat up completely still keeping her wrist close to her body to limit the chance of irritating it further. Shifting on the ground to get into a better sitting position she felt a sharp twinge coming from her right ankle. Moaning softly her right hand fell to her ankle to try and steady it as pain jolted quickly up her leg making her muscles seize. “Nope, nope. Not okay. Let me just see if I can stand up for a second. Hey Es, can you come hold Butter’s leash for me?”

Es stood quickly from her kneeling spot and gently unwound Butter’s leash that was wrapped around Bunny’s left wrist and arm. She led Butter a step or two away from Bunny as she stood there watching silently with worried eyes.

Bunny rolled onto her knees and gritted her teeth as she felt the pain in her ankle begin to throb. Slowly blowing out a breath through her mouth Bunny used her left leg to push up from the ground. Taking in a few quick breaths Bunny stood on her left leg and tentatively placed her right foot down flush with the ground. Placing a little more weight on it she felt it suddenly give out and she collapsed to the ground on her knees groaning in pain at the impact.

“Definitely not okay.” she said softly and felt tears prick her eyes as the pain consumed her suddenly. Quickly blinking the tears away she looked over and saw Esme shifting on her feet with watery eyes. “Hey it’s okay. We just need to go to the hospital. I'm pretty sure I broke my ankle.”

“Oh Bunny!” Esme cried softly and Bunny shook her head as she settled back onto the ground.

“Es do you see my phone anywhere? I need to call an ambulance, I can’t stand on my right leg.” Bunny said as she began patting down her pockets not feeling her phone. Esme looked around the ground in the area that they had landed before darting over to the side where the phone laid in the grass. Bunny grimaced as she shifted on the ground and grunted softly in pain as her ankle was jostled before turning to see Esme already holding her phone to her ear. Bunny watched in surprise as Esme effortlessly called 911 for her.

“Hi, I need an ambulance to Legacy Oaks community. My babysitter fell down a hill and she can’t stand on her right leg and her left hand hurts.” Esme explained easily and Bunny tilted her head slightly at how calm Esme was as she talked to the 911 operator. “Yes she’s breathing and sitting up. We are at the main field area by the soccer field. Closest intersection is Main Street and West Legacy Boulevard. Ok hold on.” Esme relayed easily before moving closer to Bunny and holding out her phone to her. “They want to ask you some medical questions.” Esme said hurriedly as she came to Bunny’s side and handed over her phone.

“Hello?” Bunny asked, still in shock at Esme’s behavior as she watched the little girl take a seat next to her and began to coo at Butter.

“Yes ma’am, we have an ambulance on their way to you and I just need to ask a few more questions.” Said the operator and Bunny nodded her head slightly.

“Of course.” She replied as her eyes stayed glued to Esme who was sitting there rubbing Butter’s back letting her fingers drag through his fur.

“So it’s your right ankle that is injured?” asked the operator and Bunny could hear keyboard keys clacking in the background and other voices relaying information about other calls.

“I can’t put any pressure on my right ankle, my leg gives out when I try to. And my left wrist is throbbing with pain whenever I move it.” Bunny relayed to the operator and heard the clicking of the keyboard as she talked.

“Ok, I’ve already let the ambulance crew know and they are on their way. Is there any special directions for them on how to find you?” asked the operator.

“No, we’re the only ones here in the main park area. They’ll be able to see us.” Bunny said and watched as Esme looked over at her silently.

“Ok, if anything changes, call us back but the ambulance should be there shortly.” Said the operator and Bunny thanked him before hanging up the phone.

“I have to call Jeremy and see if he could come grab Butter before the ambulance gets here. Are you okay?” Bunny explained as she looked down to her cracked phone screen and pulled up Jeremy’s contact info with a little difficulty before she looked up at Esme. Placing the phone at her ear she watched Esme look at her with slightly teary eyes and a worried face.

“Hey Bun-Bun!” cheered Jeremy happily as he answered the phone after two rings.

“Hey Jer, I have to go to the hospital. I’m okay but I think I broke or sprained my ankle and wrist really badly. Es and I are at the main park with Butter, would you be able to come get Butter before the ambulance gets here?” she quickly relayed to him hoping he’d be able to help her out.

“Of course, I’m just getting ready for work so I can swing by now and grab him. No problem. Are you sure you’re okay? Is Esme okay?” he responded easily before asking about the well-being of her and Esme.

“We’re okay, I think just a little shaken up is all.” Bunny said softly as she watched Esme sniffle softly and swipe her hand under her nose.

“Okay, I’m on my way. I'll be there in two minutes.” Jeremy said quickly and Bunny said goodbye before hanging up the phone.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” Bunny asked softly as she focused fully on Esme. The little girl looked at her with such saddened eyes that Bunny felt such a severe urge to pull her close and reassure her, but when her body shifted to move closer to Esme she gritted her teeth as pain shot up her leg and arm. “C’mere.” She cooed softly to Esme and the little girl moved closer to her side and pressed gently into it resting her head on Bunny’s right shoulder. “I promise I’m okay. Just probably broken bones. No big deal, okay?” she reassured the little girl as she gently wrapped her right arm low around Esme’s lower back.

“It’s my fault.” Esme said sorrowfully in a low tone and Bunny immediately shook her head at the girl’s words.

“No it’s not sweetheart. Accidents happen and it’s more my fault.” Bunny said easily as she kept shaking her head. Esme turned to look up at her confused. “I said ready, set, go and Butter knows those are play words. So I should have known better. It’s not your fault Es. Don’t think that it is because that’s the farthest from the truth.” Bunny said adamantly as she watched Esme closely.

“But if I didn’t want to roll down the hill then this wouldn’t have happened.” Esme said softly in such a heartbroken tone that Bunny felt her heart clench in response.

“Uh if you recall I also wanted to roll down the hill missy.” Bunny teased softly and Esme scoffed softly as her shoulders slumped forward. “Hey, I’m serious. It’s not your fault that I got hurt. It was just something that happened, it’s really no one’s fault.”

“But Bunny!” Esme cried indignantly as she tried to convince Bunny once more that it was her fault.

“Look, you couldn’t have predicted that this would have happened. And it’s not like you wanted me to get hurt when we decided to roll down the hill, right? And you didn’t push me. So it is not your fault. Accidents happen, we just have to deal with them and move on. Okay?” Bunny said firmly as she stared down at Esme. “Trust me I’m not mad or upset. My bones will heal and maybe if it’s broken I’ll get a cool cast and you can draw and sign it for me.”

“But-“ Esme began again and Bunny quickly shook her head as interrupted the little girl.

“Nope. No buts. It’s no one’s fault. I won’t hear anything else about it.” Bunny insisted as she shook her head at the little girl.

“Fine, but I still feel bad.” Esme huffed out softly and Bunny smiled warmly at her.

“You can feel bad for me all you want. It’ll help me lay it on thick to Jeremy and your Dad to help me out if it’s broken.” Bunny said, nodding her head eagerly and Esme giggled softly.

“I can help you too.” Esme said cheerily and Bunny nodded exaggeratedly making Esme giggle again.

“Uh duh. You’re definitely gonna be my number one helper.” Bunny said fondly and Esme nodded her head confidently as she watched Bunny determinedly. “Oh reminds me I should call your Dad and let him know what’s going on.” She said absentmindedly when suddenly Jeremy’s bright yellow jeep pulled up to the curb and Butter started barking excitedly as he recognized the car.

Bunny sat next to Esme as the two of them watched as Jeremy hopped out of the jeep in his security guard uniform and rushed over to them. He had a concerned expression on his face as he walked over to them and his eyes were darting first around Esme and then landed on Bunny.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly and Bunny nodded her head as she gritted her teeth when her wrist protested with her shifting movement on the ground.

“Yeah, just banged up. Took a tumble down the hill that’s all.” Bunny said as Jeremy came to a stop standing in front of her splayed legs. He looked down at her with a soft fond look in his eyes after he heard her explanation.

“You’re always getting up to something aren’t you?” he teased softly and Bunny stuck her tongue out at him making Esme giggle softly.

“First time it’s because I wanted to roll down a hill.” Bunny retorted and Jeremy scoffed softly.

“First time for everything trouble maker.” He quipped back and Bunny laughed as she shook her head at him.

“Whatever man.” She bemoaned to him as she shifted again on the ground and gritted her teeth as pain coursed through her again.

“So what hurts and how can I help?” he asked kindly and Bunny smiled in thanks to him.

“My right ankle and leg are in a lot of pain whenever I move it and I can’t put pressure on it. And my left wrist is in a lot of pain too. Not sure but I might have a concussion too, banged my head a few times on the ground as I came down.” Bunny relayed to him and Jeremy whistled low, Bunny nodded her head in response to his whistle and gritted her teeth as a dull ache began to form in her brain.

“Man you know how to fall hard when you do huh?” Jeremy asked teasingly and Bunny chuckled at him.

“What can I say? Gotta do it right the first time right?” she asked and Jeremy shook his head at her. Just as Jeremy was moving closer to her and Esme they all spotted the ambulance driving down the street. Jeremy turned and waved them down as Bunny shifted again and felt Esme lean slightly closer to her. “I’m okay. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.” Bunny reassured her softly as the paramedics parked the ambulance and hopped out.

“Hey guys, she’s over here.” Jeremy said easily as he directed the paramedics to Bunny.

“Are you her husband?” asked the male paramedic as he looked from Jeremy over to Bunny and Bunny grinned as she fluttered her eyelashes at Jeremy who laughed at Bunny’s antics.

“No, just my best friend.” Jeremy said fondly as he walked over with the paramedic.

“So what happened miss?” asked the younger female paramedic who was now kneeling down at Bunny’s other side with the medical bag set on the ground next to her. Bunny watched as she looked across Bunny to Esme and smiled softly at her. “Don’t worry honey, we're going to take good care of your babysitter.”

“Got knocked down the hill by my overly excited dog.” Bunny said as she gestured with her chin to Butter who was now rolling in the grass on his back trying to get the paramedics’ attention. Both paramedics laughed at Butter and Jeremy just shook his head as Esme giggled softly. “Banged my head a couple of times on the ground, did something to my left wrist, it's throbbing in pain, and my right ankle is in a lot of pain too. Can’t put any weight on the right leg either, tried to stand up and my leg gave out.” She explained as they all looked at her and Esme who was still cuddled into her side.

“Ok, well I suggest we take you to the hospital to get your wrist and ankle checked out to see if you just sprained them or broke them. Also if you choose to let us take you we’ll check for concussion in the ambulance. We can’t force you but that’s what I suggest.” Said the female and male nodded as he stood next to Jeremy.

“Yeah, let's go to the hospital.” Bunny said, nodding her head.

“Okay, Chase, can you grab the stretcher while I start her paperwork?” the female asked as picked up her metal clipboard and began filling out the paperwork with Bunny right there. “Do you want us to take her in the ambulance as well or will your friend be taking her?” the woman asked as she nodded her head at Esme. Bunny felt Esme’s hands come up to clutch at her bicep and she leaned closer to her silently.

“She’s gonna go with me if that’s alright with you guys.” She replied and felt Esme relax against her a little bit. The woman nodded her head and winked at Esme who smiled softly and relaxed further against Bunny.

“No problem with us.” She answered with a smile and finished filling out the paperwork. Bunny’s eyes darted over to Jeremy who was walking with Chase as he wheeled the stretcher over towards them. Once it was lowered to the ground Bunny looked over at Jeremy for some help which he gladly stepped over.

“I’m gonna just lift her up onto the stretcher. It’ll be easier.” Jeremy explained as he squatted down next to Bunny and Esme. “Hey Es, do me a favor and just hold onto Butter for me while I put Bunny on the stretcher okay. Once I’m done and they load her up in the ambulance you’ll be able to get in with her.” Jeremy said softly and kindly to the little girl who was still pressed up against Bunny’s side. Bunny could see the worry flash across Esme’s face and Bunny nodded her head at her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let them leave without you. You’re coming with me.” Bunny reassured her and Esme looked up at her with concern. “Here take my phone that way you know for sure you’re coming with me since we still gotta call your Dad and let him know what’s up.” Bunny said as she handed over her phone to Esme who quickly took it and Butter’s leash leading him a few steps away from the stretcher.

“Alright c’mon lady let’s get you up on that stretcher.” Jeremy said as he slid his arms underneath Bunny’s knees and behind her back before standing up with her cradled in his arms. Bunny gritted her teeth lightly when her ankle fell with gravity as Jeremy lifted her. “I got you sorry.” Jeremy apologized and Bunny shook her head at him.

“No worries, it's okay.” Bunny said softly as he set her down on the stretcher and Chase lifted it up gently.

“Hey call me if you guys need anything and when you get done with everything and I’ll come pick you two up. That way you won’t have to worry about anything okay?” Jeremy said as Chase began to wheel you towards the ambulance.

“Okay. You sure? I’m sure I could call a taxi or something.” Bunny said as they all began walking towards the ambulance behind her.

“Yeah, call me and I’ll come pick you up. You’re already gonna have a lot going on so just call me.” Jeremy insisted and Bunny nodded her head as she watched him turn to Esme and held his hand out for the leash. “C’mon sweetheart let’s let them get her loaded up and then I’ll help you up there.”

“Thanks Jeremy.” Esme said softly as she hung back with Jeremy as the paramedics loaded Bunny into the back of the ambulance. Once they were done Bunny looked out at Esme and gestured her up once the female paramedic got situated in the back with her.

“Alright honey you’re gonna come sit on the bench over here okay?” she said as pointed to the bench seat next to Bunny’s stretcher on her left side. Bunny watched quietly as Esme climbed into the back with Jeremy’s help and came to sit down on the bench. When she was finally settled in her seat she gripped onto the stretcher railing and watched anxiously as the woman began to get a blood pressure cuff secured on Bunny.

“Alright we’re good to go. We’ll be heading to Three Sisters’ Hospital.” Chase said easily to everyone as he began to close the back of the ambulance. Bunny smiled at Jeremy as he nodded at her and then turned to Esme trying to ease her as they began their trek to the hospital.

[lemonjoonah]

In Need of Orders (M)

Pairings: Seokjin x Reader Word Count: 15K Rating: M Genre: Kingsman AU, action, drama, romance, smut, comedy, rivals to lovers  Warnings: violence, swearing, public foreplay, slight dom/sub dynamics which interchange (Seokjin is a bratty switch), discussion of safeword, light bondage, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, small amount of cum eating, sexism in the workplace, referenced death of minor character, Seokjin and reader are bad at feelings.

Summary: After a disastrous mission, which lead to the destruction of your prized invention and the compromise of his cover, Seokjin is confined to your base, and placed under your command. Now that he’s stuck with little to do, he uses his time to investigate a past you simply want to forget.

A/N: AU based off the Kingsman Series, originally written by Mark Miller. There’s a mix of tech origins, the com-glasses, and poison-pen, were from the movie and the rest of the inventions are my own creation. Members will occasionally be referred to by their titles but I try and use their actual name as much as possible, here’s a list of members/characters and their corresponding titles: Reader - Merlin | Seokjin - Galahad |  Yoongi - Percival | Hoseok - Lancelot | Namjoon - (current) Arthur |

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“No, no, no. NO! Seokjin, what did you do to my beautiful baby?!” You circle around what was once your wondrous invention. Your masterpiece of a vehicle that had taken years to get just right. When Yoongi dropped in a couple hours ago and told you to expect an unpleasant delivery you never could have imagined this. Unpleasant doesn’t begin to cover the damage done, this is an act of desecration. 

“Merlin, titles please! Without manners we are nothing,” Seokjin chides you, paraphrasing the principal motto as if it will save him from your wrath. You’ve reached your limit with him; there's no benefit you can see in maintaining pleasantries. 

“You will get my manners when you deserve them,” you growl back. “Now why did you sink my prized creation?”

“The cloaking device was faulty.” He shrugs off the loss like it’s nothing, no harm to him and therefore no foul.

“I find that hard to believe.” You’ve run this car through every test, checked every parameter, you would never have let it leave this workshop if it posed a danger to exposing agents.

“It was! I was conducting surveillance on a target when they became aware of my presence. They retaliated, so I needed a quick escape. I was on the overpass near the river, I knew there was a small oxygen tank in the glove compartment for emergencies-”

“So driving it off a bridge seemed like the best option?” You never thought you’d regret seeing the day you installed that safety feature, one that you intended for use in case of a gas or chemical assault, but here it is. “Tell me,” You look from your precious machine back to the monster who destroyed it, “What exactly were you doing when you noticed the glitch?”

“Just driving, maybe going around eighty. Does it really matter?” He sighs. “They saw me coming so I had to take cover or they would have shot me.” 

“Oh no, it works perfectly fine.” Your voice starts to echo through the workshop as your fury bubbles over. “When the user reads the manual and understands that cloaking only works when in a stationary position. I am a scientist not an actual fucking magician Seokjin! Of course you can’t travel when cloaked. If you had at least skimmed the booklet I gave you, you would have understood that!”

The technology you created doesn’t make the car invisible, instead it projects the images behind it to make it appear that way. It can only account for and cover small changes in movement, not whole vehicles travelling. Only an idiot would think that it could compensate for such drastic shifts to the backdrop. And for some reason that moron dares to continue arguing with you.  

“Booklet? That thing was a thousand pages long! You actually expected me to read that?” He counters his voice rising to combat yours.

“Oh, I’m sorry would you like me to make an audio-book for you next time? Or better yet I could make a grade school reader complete with pictures. Maybe that’ll hold your attention!”

There’s a sudden shift in his expression, with a thick smile forming on his face. “I suppose I wouldn't say no to a recording if it was read by you.” His words ooze with flirtatious mire, intent on sucking you in. 

Seokjin’s smirks and one liners have gotten him out of trouble many times with other agents. It’s not hard to see why, the man could be considered the most attractive of all your acquaintances,  but you refuse to let this drop simply because he’s batting his eyes in your direction. You grit your teeth and continue to chew him out. “Lancelot and Percival read it, I don’t see why I can’t hold you to the same standard.” 

“Fine, fine I’ll look it over.” He huffs in surrender, but even in defeat he still carries a playfulness in his tone. “When do you think you can get it back up and running again?”

“If you think I’m going to take time out of my schedule to fix this, only for you to go destroy it again, you have some nerve.” You can barely even register the destruction let alone process how much time it’ll take to repair everything. With the dents in the body work, the flooded engine, and the electrics most certainly fried, you're looking at weeks of work just to make it drivable again. But bringing it back to its full potential? That will require months of tinkering.

“What could you possibly have to do that’s more important than this.” Seokjin is clearly trying to hold back a snicker, but when a small snort escapes him, all remaining control of your temper vanishes.

“Seokjin, so help me god if you don’t leave my line of sight in three seconds, I’ll do those men a favour and shoot you myself.”

He chuckles at your threat, “You’re not-”  

“One.” You reach for your holster and take hold of your gun.

“Serious.” The laughter in his face starts to fade. 

“Two.” You disengage the safety and take aim.

“You won’t actually shoot me.”

“Th-” 

“At ease Merlin.” Yoongi interjects, entering the room with his face buried in a file. His indifference is a true sign of how well he knows you. You were only going to relieve Seokjin of a few strands of hair, but maybe it’s better this way. The sound of gunfire would surely result in a slight loss of hearing, and Seokjin already has trouble listening. You sigh, lowering your pistol. 

“I can only guess you’ve both been discussing the...” Yoongi comments looking down at the remains of the car. “Accident.” 

“More like negligence,” You mutter, flicking a bit of mud off what was once a perfect paint job.

“Listen, I tried Percival,” Seokjin appeals to Yoongi. “We’ve been looking for this guy for months. I had him in my grasp,  I couldn’t risk losing him.”

“I know Galahad,” Yoongi rubs his brow as his gaze returns to the document in front of him “but there’s concern that you’ve been compromised, after reading your report there are worries that you might be identified and expose the operation. You’re on lock down for the remainder of the mission.”

“No! I’m so close to bringing him in. Just let me assist,” Seokjin pleads. You would probably feel bad for him if he hadn’t just gone and destroyed your life's work.

“The rest of the order doesn’t seem to agree. In fact they’ve called your work on this case,” Yoongi flips to another page of the file, “Reckless, irresponsible, and fails to even remotely represent their request for a covert operation...” He turns the file around to push it in Seokjin’s face. “And they’ve written those last two words in all caps, see?” 

You chuckle quietly, covering it with a cough but Yoongi doesn’t look convinced. His gaze shifts to you as he hands down the rest of the directive. “Due to these recent events, Galahad is to remain here for the duration of the operation. Under your orders.”

“Wait, what?! Why are they punishing me too?”

“It’s not meant to be a punishment Merlin.”

“The fuck it isn’t. Why can’t Lancelot look after him? It was his idea to allow him on the mission.” You admire Hoseok greatly, but in your opinion it was a bad decision to add Seokjin to the roster for this operation. 

“If Lancelot or I are seen with him then our cover will be blown too.” Yoongi reasons, “You’re the only one who operates completely behind the scenes.”

“But why do I have to be put under command of another agent?” Seokjin interjects.

“Because, you are clearly in need of orders until you can get your rash instincts under control. Just be grateful it’s not a complete dismissal.” Yoongi starts to step away with the matter settled.

There goes your peace and quiet. Unless... you call out to Yoongi with one last shred of hope. “Permission to put him under a gag order for every possible topic of conversation?”

“Denied, but nice try Merlin.” Yoongi smirks as he enters the elevator which will bring him back above ground.

Yep, you’re truly going to be living your own personal hell in such tight quarters. A small work den and communications relay located beneath a PC bang in the heart of Seoul. The base was never intended to host more than one for a long term stay. It’s purpose is for agents to stock up, gather their orders sent from headquarters, and then leave. The only person who actually stays on site is you. “Well then, the bedroom’s mine but you can take the sofa. Don’t touch what’s mine without my consent and we shouldn’t have a problem. Is that clear?” You lay down the rules quickly not wanting to prolong any further conversation with your new resident.

“Yes Ma’am.” Seokjin answers looking truly defeated for once.    

“If you’ll excuse me I have work to do.”You brush past him towards your computer, needing to assess what components you’ll need to order first for repairs.

“Wait, what am I supposed to do?” 

“You’re a big boy, I’m sure you can figure something out.” You respond keeping your eyes focused on the screen.

“Could you show me how to fix it?” His unusually quiet request manages to break your concentration.

“Fix what, the car?” You glance back at him with narrowed eyes, trying to figure out his angle. “Why would I do that?”

“Well for starters I probably can’t fuck it up any more than it is.” He laughs but your lack of reaction kills his joke rather quickly. “It would cut down your workload. Give me a better appreciation for what you do. You would get to order me around. And who knows, you might even enjoy my company.”

He’s right, you could use the extra pair of hands, and he might learn something. “Fine, you can start by reading this.” You fling the tome of a manual at his chest, causing him to grunt from the impact. “Report to me when you're done.”  

...

“How can you even call that a couch? I’ve seen footrests bigger than that disappointment.” Seokjin comments as he enters the workshop. You slide out from under your car to find his hands tending to the muscles at the back of his neck, and heavy bags resting under his eyes. It's the first time you’ve seen him exist at a fraction less than perfection in his appearance, a gratifying perk in this unfavourable situation.  

“It’s all that would fit.” You grab a towel laying on the floor next to you cleaning the dark grease of the car off your skin. Usually you wouldn’t bother wiping it off just yet, but having Seokjin in your presence has made you oddly self-conscious. “You might have noticed space is limited here.”

“Then who’s idiotic idea was is to make a base in this shoe box of a hole?” He grills you, probably intending to roast the architect of such a small site. 

“Mine actually. After the data breach a year and a half ago we needed something more secure. There’s so much information streaming to and from this location that it makes it difficult for anyone to find our dealings. It’s the perfect spot.”

“Perfect if you’re a mouse.” Seokjin takes a seat in your straight-backed desk chair. Groaning as his fingers continue to knead, moving down to his wide shoulders.

“Are you implying I’m some kind of rodent?” You glare up at him, ready to defend yourself against the slight.

“You should take it as a complement, mice are cute.” He gives you one of his famed smiles, the type where you can’t tell if he’s sincere or mocking.

“Why are you down here Seokjin?” You ask preparing to wheel back down beneath the undercarriage of your car. “I can’t imagine you’ve finished reading the manual already.”

“I did actually. This is me reporting for duty.” He throws the book down on to the floor next to you, marked and dog-eared. “Not a whole lot else I can do while on lock down.” 

“Is someone upset that Lancelot and Percival get to have all the fun? Maybe it’ll teach you to obey orders better, rather than getting stuck here with me.”

“I can follow them just fine... when they don’t conflict with the completion of my mission.”

“Not getting spotted was part of your mission Seokjin.” Your response is dry as you state the obvious.

“Yes, but so is recovering the data from that breach, before he can unload it on someone else.”

“You don’t know that he has it. That’s why you had to observe him.”

“Listen to me, Hwang’s a fence, one whose been trying his best to stay off our grid, of course he has it. Once we find him we can track everything back to his source.” Seokjin’s confidence is admirable. You can’t deny that you would like to catch the one responsible for unleashing one hell of a computer virus that caused you and many others weeks of havoc and restless nights. The worst part is you don’t even know what they were able to get a hold of, the sooner Yoongi and Hoseok can track this man down the better.

“You still should have exerted more caution, you're not the only one on this team Seokjin, people can get hurt if you're too brash.” You’re surprised to find Seokjin nodding with his head hung low. Since when does he ever agree with you on something?  “Now that you’re done with the manual, I do have work to assign that I doubt even you can mess up. Every single electrical circuit and wire needs to be removed, it’s unlikely that any have survived the flooding so it would be safer just to take them all out. I’m going to see if I can save the engine.”

Seokjin gives you a cheeky two finger salute before he sets to work behind the dash.

Thirty minutes later he’s already back at it with questions. “Do you have any speakers set up for music?”

“No, we could have used the car radio if you hadn’t submerged it, but here we are.” You usually work in silence anyway, but getting to deliver another stab of guilt is better than admitting your regular tendencies. 

“Ah no problem, I can fix that.” At first you wonder if he intends to repair the radio, but when he proceeds to hum loudly, you realize that’s not the case. Instead he treats you to a selection of unrecognizable songs which you don’t bother to ask the title of.

You let it go for as long as you can, but thirty minutes later when you move from under the car to beneath the hood needing to drain the cylinders next, you finally raise the white flag in pursuit of silence. “Seokjin, please just stop okay?”

His chuckle taunts you, “That’s what you get for pulling a gun on me yesterday.”

“If you’re not careful I’ll do it again.” Your tone turns salty once you realize that is was his intent to torture your ears.

“Can’t believe you lasted that long, I thought for sure you were going to crack after five minutes of my melodies.”

“That’s what that was? I thought you jammed your thumb and were screaming out in pain the whole time.”

“Ha ha,” He retorts. You're almost upset when he goes quiet with nothing substantial to follow up your jab, but then he opens his mouth again. “How can you work when it’s so quiet?”

“Helps me focus when there’s no distractions.” You answer hoping that he’ll take the hint and remain silent.

“But doesn’t it get lonely?”

You slow your pace as you loosen the bolts on the gasket cover, choosing your words carefully as you make an attempt to side step that minefield of a query. “I work better when I’m by myself.”

“That wasn’t my question.” Seokjin catches on to your evasion proceeding to look around the hood of the car trying to meet your eyes.

“We all make sacrifices Seokjin. This is mine.”

“If you spoke to Arthur-”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You try to cut him off quickly not wanting to get him involved in your circumstances, but he continues.

“I’m sure he would listen.”

“Drop the subject Seokjin, that’s an order.” You take a deep breath trying not to lose more of your composure again. “I chose to work in this place for several reasons. I don’t need to explain every one of them to you.”

Seokjin is surprisingly quiet for the rest of the day. It’s doubtful that you scared him off with your temper, he’s too confident for that. It’s more likely that he’s frustrated with you’re bickering. You hang back a bit more only giving direction when absolutely necessary. If you have to live with him you might as well attempt to make it bearable for the both of you.

That night you treat him to ramen from the business upstairs, they don’t usually do take-out but they make an exception for you. He sits across from you in a desk chair slurping his noodles while his eyes bore into you. “What, do I have something on my face?” You ask, starting to feel uncomfortable under his gaze.

Seokjin takes another slurp of his dish before he explains himself. “No, I’m just trying to figure you out.” 

“Please don’t.” You plead, not wanting to broach the same subject from earlier.

“You’re passionate about your work. You’re good at what you do. Your superiors trust you.” You groan with exasperation, nevertheless he persists. “You're lonely here. The order could put you anywhere and you would most likely excel, and yet you bury yourself here, in this hovel.”

“It’s not a hovel...” You mutter, but you’ve run out of energy to argue and your appetite has now vanished. Rising from your seat you bid him good night. “I’m going to bed. Clean up this mess when you're done, and try not to throw your neck out cramming yourself onto my couch again.” 

“Yes Ma’am.” He gives a muffled reply with noodles hanging from his mouth, and another fake salute.

You shake your head as you close your bedroom door behind you.

...

 “You know,” Seokjin bursts into your room early the next morning, startling you awake. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen test scores as high as these. Are you sure you’re not a magician Merlin, because these results seem too good to be true. ” 

You bolt upright in terror, “What are you looking at?”

“The start of your journey with the Kingsman.” He wanders around to sit at the foot of your bed as you drag the covers up to your chest. “I figured if there was an answer I would find it here, but I’ve never seen such an impressive resume. The last Arthur had you pegged from the beginning as the successor to your predecessor, he even recorded that his candidate didn’t stand a chance against you. You should be proud of this...” He leans to you reading the expressions on your face. “But you’re not. You’re scared. Why is that?”

“Stay out of my files Kim Seokjin.”

“Is that an order?” He asks his face still only a couple inches from yours when it pulls into smirk, looking pleased that he’s caught you off guard.

“Yes.”

“If I recall,” He closes the document in his hands, but his analysis continues, “You were moved here just shortly after Namjoon took over the position of Arthur. You were living the life before, testing and training new recruits, doling out orders and information. But then you fell into this pit. What did you do to piss him off?” 

    “Nothing, ju-just stop asking, okay? I don’t need your help, so stop trying to save me!” Your voice cracks as it reaches the point of yelling but he doesn’t back away. “Staying here alone, that was my choice. So don’t you dare try to take my one salvation away from me.” 

“I’m not trying to take it away. I just want to understand it.” He answers his tone controlled and calm while holding your gaze firmly in his. When you look away he finally gets up leaving you with your files on your dresser. 

...

A week passes and Seokjin continues to try and figure out why you chose to work in your closed off environment. Throwing out random and bizarre questions on what you might have done to Namjoon to get yourself stationed here.

“Did you expose his guilty pleasure for stuffed animals?” He asks as he helps you unbolt and remove seats, making room for the new chairs and bench which just arrived. 

“Does he have a guilty pleasure for such a thing?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you.” Seokjin states with a snicker.

“No.” 

“Did you lose his glasses?’’ Seokjin inquires next as he pulls the seat from the driver side all on his own. You can’t help but notice the muscles straining through the back of his shirt as he lifts the heavy chair from its place. When he turns back around for the next you berate your pitiful self-control. Yes he’s attractive, but he’s also the current thorn in your side. God must be a sadist for creating this enticing man, with such a sharp tongue and a plaguing desire to mock you. 

“He does that just fine himself, he doesn’t need me to do it for him.” In fact, you have two pairs on backup for Namjoon at all times, just in case such a need should arise. 

“Did you sneak into his house and switch the sugar to salt in his tea set?”

“That’s just cruel,” You chuckle at the idea, making a mental note to check your own sugar before your next cup of coffee. “But no I didn’t.” 

“Well that’s it then, I’m out of ideas for today.” He heaves the passenger chair next to the other with an exhausted breath. A bead of sweat drips down his brow as he collapses on the new back bench waiting to be installed. 

“Really? I’m surprised. You haven’t asked the obvious question.” You lay the statement as bait hoping he’ll take hold so you can reel him in. To your delight, he does. 

“Oh and what’s that?” His eyes light up, with the chance that you might actually tell him something informative.

“Did I destroy his favourite vehicle? I mean, that’s why you’re stuck here isn’t it?” Seokjin glares at you in frustration, his gloom making you giggle. “But the answer to that too is no, I didn’t. I’m not a scoundrel.”

“Is that what I am to you now,” He presents a gleeful smile with a raised brow. “A scoundrel?”

“Why do you look so proud about that?” Your question is full of judgement, but his delight is not swayed.

“Because, scoundrels are sexy.” He tilts his head and bites his lip with a nod as if to make a point.

You let out an obnoxious laugh. “Maybe to some. I fail to see the appeal.”

“Then what do you consider sexy?”

“Someone who’s attentive, and dutiful. You know, an adult.” You attempt to describe the very traits he appears to lack to make your point. Though Seokjin’s looks might draw you in, you are in need of something more.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Where’s the fun in that?”

“It’s not always about the fun, I just like someone who I can depend on.” 

Seokjin’s about to respond, his mouth open with a solemn stare in his eyes when the elevator chimes. It’s doors open for you to find a haggard Hoseok with two black empty bags. You greet him with surprise, having completely lost track of time, he had mentioned that he would be stopping by to pick up supplies. 

You hurry away to unlock and ready the stock. While Seokjin rushes in, barely even letting Hoseok off the lift, launching into an interrogation about the mission and any progress they’ve made. There’s only a few short words exchanged before the man left in your charge storms away slamming the door behind him as he exits the workshop to your common room.

“Lancelot?” You call out to Hoseok with hesitation, noticing that he’s still standing in place where Seokjin left him. Stepping in you help to take and load one of his duffles with surveillance equipment he requested. After Seokjin’s barrage he looks like he might rupture if you’re not careful.  

“Please no formalities,” He sighs in exhaustion, while he too starts to pack up what he needs. “I would prefer not to be an agent right now, even if it’s just for five minutes.”

“That bad?” You wince for Hoseok’s sake, he’s usually so optimistic, it’s worrisome to see him so beaten down.  

“We know Hwang’s back in Seoul, but any time we get a whiff of a more detailed location he vanishes. Yoongi and I have brought in more agents. We’re stationed in the south end of the city now, trying to keep an ear to the ground.” He zips up his case and then turns the conversation to you. “How are you holding up?”

“Fine I guess, but Seokjin’s been looking into my assignment here. He keeps trying to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong.” Hoseok is one of only a few who know why you chose such an assignment, and you would like to keep it that way.

“Maybe you should give it a smack then. Or better yet put him on a leash.” Hoseok finally breaks into a smile as he pats you on the back. 

“He’s not a dog Hoseok.”

“Really?” Hoseok raises his eyebrows as if it’s news to him. “Cause he looks at you with those puppy eyes all the time. I’m surprised you don’t see it.” 

 “I don’t need someone who doesn’t listen to me Hoseok.”

“Okay yes, that accident with the car was a major misstep on his part...”

“And the constant prodding into my past?” You groan, you were hoping Hoseok would have your back immediately. Why does he have to take the role of impartial referee when you need his bias the most?

“He probably thinks you’ve been wronged, and that you deserve better. Is it not natural to what's best for those we care about?”

You tilt your head starting to question your fellow agent’s sanity. “I doubt that’s the case Hoseok, he just likes to be nosey.”

“Fine, have it your way, live in denial. I’m sure he’ll be out of your hair soon anyway. But if I were you I would try and explain the situation. He might not be living here but you’ll still have to work closely with him in the future.” 

“You’re saying I should tell him?” You challenge his suggestion, he must be overworked since he’s definitely not thinking clearly. 

“I know it won’t be easy, but if he knows what’s really bothering you, he might try to be more tolerable.” He lugs the cases off the table crossing the straps over his chest.

“Either that or he’ll use it as ammo to really gun me down.” You curl your lip at the thought pacing behind Hoseok as he moves towards the elevator to head back above ground. 

Before the door closes between you he holds it open to give you the support you wanted along with a sigh. “I really don’t think that’ll be the case. But if he does... I’ll be your witness when you tell Arthur you shot him in self-defence.”

“Deal.” 

...

You find Seokjin on the couch with a pile of files and a coffee on the small table, his brow furrowed and his mouth pulled tight as he scans through each one at a rapid pace. 

“I take it you weren’t happy with his update?” You call out as you enter the room advancing towards him.

“No, I wasn’t. They had to pull in lower level field agents because I can’t be out there to help them. We probably would have caught Hwang by now if I was still working on the case.”

“Seokjin, I have every camera in the city looking for him, there’s not much else we can do from here. And your not going out there to track-”

“I know I’m not Merlin. I just want this to be over so I can get my shot at redemption.”

You nod looking down at the files in front of him.“What are those?” 

He lets out a panicked laugh as he tries to scrounge them together. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Seokjin.” You draw out his name with intent to reprimand, leading him to respond with a nervous grin. He shifts his hands away giving you a better view of what he’s up to. 

“Since you said I couldn’t look through your files I thought I would take a general overview of those you’ve trained or worked with.”

You shake your head, tired of this never ending battle between the two of you. “You’re not going to stop are you?”

“Nope.” He takes a sip from his mug as he looks back down to the information he’s gathered. You scan through the names and pull out the file that haunts you to this day. Dropping it in front of Seokjin before taking a seat in the armchair across from him. He reads the name off the tab. “James Paxton the third, he sounds like a pompous prick.”

“Oh I can confirm he was, and definitely one of the most hard-headed recruits I’ve ever tested, but we shouldn’t speak ill of the dead,” You mutter as Seokjin opens his file to find the word deceased stamped in bold red letters. He stares up at you with his mouth agape, you can see the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out how this fits into your narrative. 

“Why didn’t I hear about this?”

“It wasn’t really broadcasted through the regular channels, if you weren’t at the main headquarters you didn’t know about it. It happened just over a year ago.”

“I would have been in Lhasa...” Seokjin mutters.

You nod, not surprised that information flew under his radar. “I didn’t realize it at the time, but the last Arthur, he saw me as a bar for people to cross. He thought if recruits could take orders from a ‘bossy woman’ they could take orders from anyone. James Paxton didn’t pass that test, and he paid for it with his life.”

Thankfully for once, Seokjin doesn’t have a comment, instead he sits there, waiting for you to continue.

“Paxton thought me pushy, and overbearing, told me so to my face, several times in fact. I should have had him kicked out, but I was determined to prove him wrong. There was a mission to recover the stolen data a couple months after the breach. There was a lead, before we learned of Hwang.  We thought we had the location of where the data had been transferred to. I was supposed to go on the mission, but at the last minute Arthur told me to direct the team from off site.” 

Your hands start to shake as the story continues. A mixture of both anger and fear coursing through you. You shift to hide them beneath you, gripping your legs to keep your fingers steady, but they fail to escape Seokjin’s notice.

His eyes are downcast in shame. “You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to Merlin. I’m-”

“You wanted to hear this Seokjin. I told you to leave it alone, I told you I didn’t want to talk about it.” You take a deep breath trying to rein in your anger, “Either you let me finish or never question me about my situation again.” He shuts his mouth instantly letting you continue. “It didn’t take me long to realize the lead was a trap once they got on site. I ordered a retreat, everyone else followed except for Paxton”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Seokjin interjects sitting on the edge of his seat. 

“That doesn't mean I can’t be upset by it! Instead of trying to curb the discrimination the previous Arthur used it, and I didn’t even understand what he was doing until I lost someone. I found out that he enforced the idea among the recruits, that I was an overly authoritative woman, one who fails to take proper risks. Forget the fact that I am highly qualified, that I have more experience and knowledge of many of the situations than the other leaders, my lack of dick disqualified me from being taken seriously.” Seokjin falls silent again. He must realize that he too has failed to take you seriously in the past, then again, he’s that way with everyone else too. 

“When Namjoon became the new Arthur shortly after, I was able to address my grievances. He was ashamed of his predecessor and wanted to do right by me, so I requested this place as a base. I wanted somewhere I could work on my own for the most part and not have to worry about people thinking me conceited or bossy. I needed a break from giving out orders.”

You finally finish to find Seokjin with a narrowed brow and clenched jaw. His tone matching the anger in his stance, “You’ve been here a year-”

“I know.”

“You’re telling me you’ve been punishing yourself for a year?” He’s question is poised with what looks to be genuine frustration, “Over two assholes who couldn’t understand how valuable you are?”

“It’s not a punishment, it’s a safety net.” You explain.

“It’s a cell!” He gestures around him. “You’re basically living in solitary.” You shift awkwardly not knowing what to say, and definitely not expecting this reaction. “Come on, we’re going out.” He orders, getting up from his seat and pulling you out of yours. “There’s a bar I know close by. I’m taking you out for a drink.”

“You think it wise for you to leave?” You question him, not knowing how else to diffuse the situation, not when your focus is drawn to his grip which wraps your shoulders. 

“It’s only a couple blocks away. If we see anything suspicious I promise we’ll head straight back. It’s your call, but I think you could use a night out.” He pushes you in the direction of your bedroom. “Go change into something that doesn’t have oil stains all over it.” 

You should probably put your foot down, there’s no saying what could happen. But seeing Seokjin act like this... maybe Hoseok was right, he actually cares. The problem is now that you can see this side of him you don’t want to lose hold of it just yet. “Fine, but if anything at all is amiss-”

“We’ll hightail it out of there, and barricade ourselves in here for the long haul.” He rattles off the promises. “Now go get ready.” 

...

Seokjin maintains the persona of a caring companion as he drags you to his favourite bar in the city. “It’s quiet and the owner, Choi, is an old friend of Percival’s, he knows not to ask too many questions. There’s almost always at least one or two of us from the order or field agents hanging out there.”

He holds the door open for you to enter and you're greeted to the sight of a worn down ale house. A robust and stained wooden bar takes the focal point of the room, and there’s not a single other patron in sight. You can’t help but regret being forced to change out of your usual attire. You didn’t want to look out of place, but with no one here to take notice, your black dress it’s an unnecessary and uncomfortable gambit. Seokjin on the other hand looks very pleased to be back in his usual attire, a  three piece suit that’s been confined to the closet while he’s with you in the workshop.   

“Like I said, it’s quiet.” He chuckles while he helps you take off your coat.

From out back steps the barman to greet you. He’s an unexpected yet welcome gem of a sight among the rubble, a handsome face with a wide smile which he presents to you. You might have to stop by here again just to take in this view, maybe study some of the tattoos he has scattered across his arms. 

“Choi not in tonight?” Seokjin asks after seeing your reaction to the man behind the counter. He must not be the usual staff, it’s a shame really, but it’s funny to see Seokjin look so displeased. Realizing that for once he might not be the most attractive person in the room.

“Oh you know him?” Your host inquires with surprise, “No he wasn’t feeling too good, probably will end up spending the night by a toilet from the looks of him. I offered to take over tonight so he could get some rest.”

“That was nice of you.” You extend the man a warm smile.

“I like to think so.” He responds while beaming back at you. Seokjin hastily gives both your orders, allowing the bartender to leave you with a lingering stare as he walks back to grab your drinks. Maybe your efforts with the dress weren’t such a waste.

Seokjin glares at the man, mumbling a few choice words from which you manage to pull the word, ‘Flirt’. 

“He was just being nice.”

“My god you can’t read people when it comes to the way they look at you. You’ve clearly caught his attention...” Seokjin drops unexpectedly.

“I can read people just fine.” You bite back in confidence. 

“Really?” He challenges you, leaning forward with a whisper, “Then I suggest you look a bit closer.”

   The bartender hammers Seokjin’s drink down in front of him while he slides yours along gently, giving you a chance to inspect a stunning work of art on his hand, a flock of birds flying in formation following the trail between his thumb and index. He catches your stare and while you might be embarrassed at your lingering eyes he teases the skin of his lip between his teeth. “I’ll let you get back to your date.” He gives you one last flash of a grin as he backs away into what must be a stock room.

“It’s not a... date.” You start to explain but it’s reduced to a sigh once the man leaves your sight.

Seokjin presses a napkin to your mouth prompting you to look back at him in utter confusion. “Sorry, thought I spotted some drool,” He dabs the corner of your lips. “Just there.”

You steal the napkin from his hand and toss it on the bar. “Thank you for your concern.” You take a long draft of your drink refusing to look at your fellow agent. 

“Someone must be thirsty.” He snickers, not bothering to keep his laughter hidden.

“What can I say, the refreshments at the base have been far from gratifying.” Your quip might be implied but it hits its mark with flawless execution.

“Hey!” The volume of Seokjin’s voice rises to a new level to aid in his defence. “I’ll have you know I’ve been called an acquired taste.” 

“You’ll have to forgive my pallet for not meeting your standards then. I’m in need of something that goes down a bit easier.”

You take your victory in the form of Seokjin’s reddening ears and sputter from his lips. “After that confession, I’m almost sorry to be standing between you and that tall drink. Almost.” He reiterates with a wink.

“It’s probably for the best.” You sigh, finally dropping the banter. “He might be interested now, but I bet that would change pretty quickly if he got to know me.” 

“I doubt that.” He whispers right before he takes a sip. You can’t be entirely sure that he intended you to hear his comment.

“Oh really? You’ve spent the past week in very close proximity with me. How would you describe me?”

“There’s definitely a mix of frustration, with a side agitation, and a need for provocation. ” You let out a heavy groan while he continues. “Now some might find those to be unlikable traits, but I’ve come to find them very endearing.”  

You snort into your drink. “That’s the best joke you’ve told yet.”

Seokjin nods carrying the weight of a small smile on his lips. “What about me? I’d be curious to hear how you read my personality.”

“Are you sure about that?’

He nods, “Hit me with your best shot... if you can.”

He might think you unable to read people, but you can’t wait to prove him wrong. Your words spill faster than you intend, creating an improvisational soliloquy into his psyche.“You deflect with humor constantly, which in turn prevents anyone from getting close because they can tell what you truly feel about them. Can’t take an order without asking a question. You’re determined to a fault, but you also use that drive when you’re concerned that something’s wrong. Not letting anything rest until you’ve fixed what can be fixed.”

He holds your gaze, sitting there in silent disbelief before he comes to and lashes out, “Completely incorrect, it’s a wonder you became an agent.” He shakes his head with a scoff before finishing his drink in one sip.

“Nice deflection,” you counter. “I rest my case.”

He narrows his eyes and gives no response other than to call for another round. 

...

After finishing the second you’re about to suggest your return to the base, but the frown on Seokjin’s face as he looks into the bottom of his glass stops you. It should be an unwritten rule that men who look as good as him aren’t allowed to pout. How are you supposed to remain in charge when he can disarm you in seconds with a simple jut of his lip? It’s the one tool in his arsenal he has yet to use, you can only hope he doesn’t realize how effective it is on you.

You’re quick to order the next batch, and half way through the third he poses a question that he must have been holding on to. “You said in your analysis that people have trouble reading me because of my humour, how do I act when I really like someone?”

“How would I know?” You raise your brow along with your drink. 

“Then how do you think I should act? You know, so it’s not misconstrued as humour.”

“Level with the person, have a serious conversation for a fraction of a second.” It feels odd to be giving him your input on such a matter. Why would he ask this of you? And why do you mentally recoil when you start to think of him using that advice on someone else?

“If that's the case, I should probably tell you...” He leans in towards you, his face just inches away. Your heart stops as his hand reaches out to cover yours. He pauses there for a moment watching your expression, “I need to,” The gaps in his speech are big enough for your mind to flee from reality, creating a scenario where he admits... “I need to go use the facilities.” A half-hearted chuckle pours of him along with the words which break you from your daydream. 

“Then go,” You snap, your tone surprising even to you. It’s not like you wanted to have a serious moment with him, right? But the pain in your chest says otherwise.

“Are you... I was just kidding around,” he stammers.

What did you expect him to say, that he thinks of you as more than just an agent, even more than a friend? Did you want him to close the gap and kiss you? Oh god, you did. You like him. You like Kim Seokjin, and right then and there you wanted him to confess the same to you.

“Yeah I got it,” you mutter back, trying to cover your internal shock. “That’s all you ever do.”

 Seokjin gets up from his seat and heads to the washroom. Leaving you at the bar to contemplate his words. 

You feel like you’ve fallen into every trap you told yourself not to. But that can’t be right, it’s not like you fell for his fake smiles or flirtation. You must be drunk, that’s the only explanation. How else could you ever think that he might actually hold even a shred of feelings for you. He feels sorry for you, that’s all, that’s why you're here with him now. And once he’s treated your wounds, once he no longer feels guilty, he can go back to flirting with you and everyone else to get whatever he wants. 

The bell over the door chimes as a large group of people enter. You immediately look away, embarrassed by your current distress, turning your head to focus instead on the photos of the owner and his patrons pinned to the walls. Dabbing the corner of your eyes with the tip of your finger. 

Despite the number of newcomers the bar still remains oddly quiet. From a group of six you would expect the volume of conversation to be a bit more boisterous. With your instincts and suspicions now aroused, you keep an eye on them in the mirror over the bar.  Darting your eyes back to their reflection every few seconds, never wanting to linger too long. You’re about to throw away your apprehension, blaming it on your current level of anxiety on Seokjin, when something inexplicable happens. 

As the man seated in the middle leans towards one of his companions for a chat, his hand rises to rub his long nose, and in what you can only describe as a rendering problem, it passes through. You try to remain calm grabbing your glasses from your purse, turning yourself slightly you manage to edge his face in the very corner of your frames. With the tap of your finger to the rim of the specs you launch an application you created but never had the need to use personally.

When you had first designed your car, Yoongi had complained that even with the locater he had difficulty finding the vehicle when he left it cloaked. It was a reasonable request that prompted you to create a function that scans for visual distortions and creates a digital replication of what lies beneath the camouflage. And now as you activate that function you find what Seokjin and the others hadn’t been able to track down for months, the face of Hwang. 

He must be wearing what you can only guess is a variation on your technology, but instead of making his face invisible it projects different facial features over some of his own. It takes all of your restraint not to let out the swear taking up residence on the tip of your tongue. Why are they here of all places? Do they know that Seokjin is here? They look as if they’re waiting for someone. A potential mark, a seller, or maybe a buyer? 

Regardless of motive if your colleague steps out of the bathroom he’ll walk right into their view. You pull your glasses off leaving them on the bar, and call out to the keep. “Would you mind watching my stuff for me?” You gesture to your coat and specs putting on a fake smile. “Don’t want to lose my seat.”

“Don’t worry.” He confirms with a soft tone along with a grin. “I’ll keep them safe.”

Gliding off the stool, avoiding the stares of the target and his men, you slip into the hall and behind the men’s room door. Thankfully Seokjin’s already at the sink by this point. You find him hunched over hands pressing down on the counter as he lets out a long sigh.   

As he combs back his hair with damp fingers he looks up. Meeting your eyes in the mirror with embarrassment and disbelief, he lets out a small self pitting laugh. “Listen if you’re here to tell me off I get it, I didn’t mean-”

“Put your glasses on. You have them right?” You join him at the sink while his pity turns to confusion.

“What-”

“Just do it.”

He fumbles to retrieve them from his jacket pocket before sliding them on. You move in as close as you can, bracing yourself on his arms so you can speak into the receiver embedded. Seokjin looks taken aback but remains still as you encroach on his space. “Call Merlin, auto-connect override authorization 2769.” That creates a connection between the two glasses without you having to be there to answer it, allowing Seokjin to see the issue at hand.

“Fuck.” He whispers right next to your ear as you remain close, getting ready to call in for backup.

“My thoughts exactly.” You mutter, unable to decide if this is a stroke of good luck or bad.  “Add secondary line, call Lancelot.”

Seokjin leans his head down so the speaker falls next to your own ear. It’s not the best connection with the audio from the bar, but at least you can hear Hoseok. “Merlin, Galahad. What- am I seeing this right?”

“Yes, Hwang’s at our location, Choi’s bar. We’re not sure of his purpose here, but he’s brought a few friends.”

“I can see that, but why are you both there?”

“Not the time. We’re in the restroom but not in an adequate state to take on so many and secure the target. How long will it take you to get here?” You try to gloss over your lack of sobriety, but Hoseok doesn’t fall for the guise of your paraphrasing.

“Not in an adequate state huh? That’s an expression for drunk I haven’t heard before. Sending a message to Percival, I can have him and the team on site in 10 minutes. Can you maintain your current position?”

“Yeah small problem with that...” Seokjin comments.

“I heard it too, maintain cover at all cost. We can’t scare them away.” Hoseok’s voice flutters, sounding almost nervous.

“Heard what?” You can barely make out Hoseok’s words, let alone the taproom.

“Someone’s coming to check the bathrooms. They’re looking for any people of interest.”

“We could try slipping out the back door,” You offer.

Only for Hoseok to throw a wrench in your suggestion. “If it’s a business dealing they might have people posted there.”

“We need a distraction then?” You ask and Seokjin returns with a nod. Just hiding in a stall won’t do either, they’ll likely wait for the occupants to come out. You have to make them uncomfortable enough to leave without looking too close. You’ll probably regret what you're about to do later, but right now your options are limited. 

You reach out and grip Seokjin’s shirt, drawing him into you so he has you pressed against the counter. He catches on quickly, putting his hands on your waist he lifts you up and onto the marble surface. “Make it look good Seokjin. Shouldn’t be hard for you to put on a show, you’ve had so much practice with me already.” His act of concern, and portrayal of affection have shown you he should do just fine when it comes to a performance of lust. 

“It wasn’t my intent to toy with you.” He growls back before snatching your mouth with his, forceful enough to ensure swollen lips and smudged lipstick. One of his hands rises to your hair pulling the elastic out of place. Allowing his fingers to weave between the strands, he delivers a slight tug to your roots while you drag your teeth across his bottom lip.

You push his suit jacket off his wide shoulders, throwing it down on the counter next to you, before forcefully opening the top of his shirt, accidentally ripping the button off his collar in the process. He pauses his assault on your mouth for a moment, investigating the damage you imposed. 

“It wasn’t my intent to destroy your shirt, but here we are,” You explain unfastening the next two buttons with a bit more care. Your fingers dip under the crisp white cotton of his shirt, raking visible lines down his chest.  “Take responsibility for your actions for once. Tell people your true intentions or you will hurt them.” 

“You want me to know my intentions? Fine.” He unzips your dress a few inches to bare your collar and shoulders before his lips target your neck. You close your eyes letting your head roll back. “I want this.” Seokjin grabs your upper thigh compelling a gasp to escape you. “I want you.” He confesses the same time the door creaks open. 

There’s not much movement from Hwang’s lackey. Your new audience doesn’t come in far, instead he freezes in place when he spots the both of you. Seokjin addresses him in a gruff manner without turning his face away from you . “It’s not a free show buddy, take your piss and leave.” The man clears his throat, turns round and closes the door in his wake, leaving you once alone with Seokjin. Though revelling in his soft bites to your neck, gaining back your composer is a more pressing matter. “I think he’s gone.”

“We can’t be too sure,” Seokjin counters your observation as he continues to nip at the column of your throat. “He might come back.” 

“Shit, I just lost visual of the bar.” Hoseok interrupts much to your embarrassment. You somehow forgot he was on the com-line during your effort to teach your fellow agent a lesson. “We’re running blind, maintain cover for now.”

“See?” The breath of Seokjin’s laughter is felt on your skin as he wins the debate.

“You really want to keep going with this?” You’re surprised, just a few minutes ago the man was making you the butt of his joke. Why the change? 

“I wouldn’t mind. I’m just sorry we couldn’t be somewhere more intimate, or private.”

“You and me both,” Hoseok deadpans.

“Lancelot, I suggest you find something else to watch while we maintain cover as directed,” Seokjin instructs. You find his mouth back on yours before he gets a response on the com. 

He’s right though the circumstances are less than ideal for a romp. The damp counter beneath you, the flickering fluorescent lights, and the out of order stall in the corner are all enough to make you cringe. No part of this is glamorous except for the man standing in front of you, which makes him all the more appealing. “We could just lock the door you know.” You offer a logical substitute plan. “I’m sure after what they’ve seen they would understand and we could stop this charade.”

“But where’s the fun in that? I’m sorry but I am too dedicated to this cover. I want to see it through.”

“Percival’s team will be dropping in two minutes.” Hoseok cuts in. 

“Yes sir,” Seokjin mumbles against your lips while he responds to Hoseok, not dwelling on the interruption. “We should probably make the act more realistic, you know gasps, moans, they might be listening.”

You highly doubt that, but if he wants to play, fine. You’ll show him what he’s missing when he casts you aside. “You first.” You respond, tugging him between your legs, causing the hem of your dress to ride back. His cock erect beneath his pants and pressing against your clothed core. He lets out a groan of relief. “So unlike you to be already standing at attention.” You tease him.

“What can I say, you bring out the best in me,” he gasps in response.

Seokjin takes your legs in his hands driving your dress even further up your thighs as he proceeds to grind against you. He tilts his head with a smile while you react. “Too far?” He whispers. 

You shake your head. If only he knew what he would find if he pulled your underwear aside. Your cunt, committing the ultimate treason against your better sensibility, is ready and willing. If he’s not careful he might get a darkened spot on his suit pants.

As one hand slides further up the inside of your thigh, the other takes your chin directing you to meet his eyes. His fingers tease the edge of your underwear making their presence known and as he waits for permission to go further. You nod back at him. His fingers slip behind the strip of fabric, separating your sopping slit from the damp material. “Looks like you’re well prepared too Merlin.”

“I guess so,” You tease, “Do remind me to give a big tip to the bartender for that.”

“I have a hard time believing that none of this belongs to me.” Seokjin murmurs back to you, but just as his knuckles graze your slick folds and clit, Yoongi announces his team’s arrival. “Another time I guess,” Seokjin whispers with a final kiss to your cheek. He helps you off the counter and pulls down your dress to a more respectable length while he takes one last stroke of your thigh.

“I take it’s safe to restore visual now?” Hoseok asks with a hint of laughter. You’re never going to hear the end of this. “Percival’s about to enter, I do suggest locking the door this time though. In case anyone does make a run for it, we’ll catch them outback. I don’t want you two engaging in this capture if you don’t have too.”  You roll your eyes over Hoseok’s word choice. “Galahad, give Merlin the glasses. I want her input on the scene.”

Seokjin hands off his glasses to you and proceeds to lock you both in.

“Where are they stationed?” You inquire trying to get a full view of the task now at hand.

“The majority including Percival are entering through in the front, and a couple men out back, there was no one there so they must not be expecting a scene. Were there any civilians on site?”

“Just the barman.”

“Okay hang tight.” Hoseok orders.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t be helping?” You ask, wanting to distract yourself from the tension between you and Seokjin.

“Nah, Percival’s got this. Besides I saw your reflection and you’re looking a little flushed Merlin, you doing okay?”

“Shut up Lancelot,” you grumble back in a muffled tone. 

“Was it the alcohol or was it Galahad?”  Luckily Seokjin was too far away to hear Hoseok's last question letting you ignore the comment as the team makes their entrance. Yoongi’s glasses give you the full view of what he sees. Hwang, much to your surprise, actually looks interested in the presence of the new arrivals. They’re obviously waiting for someone to show, but it’s clear that they have no idea who to look for.

“Don’t jump on the arrest so fast.” You direct, looking to gain any positive out of this awkward mission. The reward very much outweighing the risk. “You might be able to get some information first. Come off as a buyer, they might be trying to move the information or the tech.”

“You heard her Percival, get as much as you can before we make the catch.” Hoseok confirms your plan back to the rest of the team.

You watch barely drawing breath as he takes a seat across from the target. Hwang opens up the conversation first, “I didn’t think you would bring so many men just for a demonstration.”

“I prefer not to take any chances.” Yoongi’s response is blase, as he beckons the barman over to give his order.  

Hwang looks uncomfortable, for someone with a product to sell he’s lacking the usual confidence that you would expect to see. “Well this should provide for your needs then. You ask me to come to the thick of their territory and as you can see I’m still here.”

“You are, but how do we know they aren’t waiting to make a strike? Have you ever seen one?” Yoongi pushes, he must be taking great enjoyment out of finally being able to pull one over on the man who’s kept them searching for so long.

“I have, once, but I’ve been able to keep myself hiding for months with this.” He taps something a bud placed in his ear. It must be what’s projecting the image overlay on his face disguising his true features. “Camera’s can’t pick up my face underneath, it’s better than any mask you can buy, as requested.”

“Where did you get the tech?” 

“You-” The man pauses, his brow furrows before his expression shifts to a blank slate. He makes a subtle reach for his jacket pocket, but Yoongi is quicker on the draw. Lunging across the table he grabs the back of Hwang’s neck and smashes his head down on the table.

It’s hard to see the rest of the fighting with only Yoongi’s perspective. You catch flashes of the scene as the target’s men retaliate. There’s a flurry of pint glasses to distract as firearms are drawn. Broken shards scatter the establishment as the bartender flees away from danger towards the back exit with a phone to his ear. 

The altercation ends rather quickly, with those who are still conscious held at gunpoint by Yoongi’s men. It’s a relief to see the target secured, and the tech recovered, but you are left with disgust after having your own work be used against your team. 

Hoseok gives you the all clear to leave, but you're not sure you're ready to face the others just yet. “Could you give me a minute?” You request from Seokjin as he goes to open the door. He gives you a nod along with your hair tie, while you hand back his glasses. 

“Yeah, I’ll just go... fetch our coats.”

“Could you find my glasses too while you’re out there Galahad?” 

He freezes for a fraction of a second before giving you a hesitant response, “Yeah... yeah sure thing.”

What, no funny retort? No rebuttal? You thought calling him by his title would cause him to taunt you a little, but nothing comes of it. “If you can’t find them, the barkeep might have them.” That’s probably why the signal went dark, he must have moved them for safe keeping.

“Great. Just who I wanted to see.” He responds with a forced smile and gritted teeth. 

“If it’s that much of a problem I’ll go get them back myself.”

Seokjin leaves you with a grunt, “No, no, I’ll go see the cowardly Casanova.”

 The second he opens the restroom door you can hear Yoongi shout a request. “Galahad can I leave the team out back in your care? I need to move out and take this thief to Arthur for questioning.” 

Hwang had apparently regained consciousness, and starts arguing in his defence. “I didn’t steal that data! I just set them up with someone to make their tech. They were supposed to come here, they asked for a demonstration here and then stood us up!”   

Yoongi chooses to ignore him while he continues to give orders to Seokjin. “Make sure they drug the civilian, and then toss him behind the bar. Shouldn’t need to do much more than that, it already looks like standard bar brawl damage.” 

“That I can do,” Seokjin responds with satisfaction as he steps out letting the door close between the two of you. It’s amazing how much one flirtatious bartender appears to have got under his skin. 

You take a few minutes to straighten yourself in the mirror. Tying up your hair and closing the zipper on your dress when you spot several smudges of lipstick across your skin. You reach blindly for the paper towel, only to knock your purse to the floor in the process. A couple items roll away. Your pen, to your frustration, makes it all the way into the out of order stall. As tempted you are to leave it, you know it wouldn’t be wise to have something so lethal on the floor of a public bathroom.

With a groaning you crouch down, peering through the couple of inches between the stall door and the floor. Finding the missing item next to a pair of well worn leather shoes. You throw yourself back in shock grabbing your pistol from your overturned clutch, taking aim at the door bearing the sign. With a swift kick you force the stall open, and there passed out on the toilet is the man from the pictures behind the bar, the owner that Seokjin was asking after.    

“Shit.” You lower your gun as you run out of the bathroom calling out for back up. The bar is deserted though, Yoongi’s team has already left, forcing you to head down the long hall to the back door alone. You slow your steps as you reach the end of the corridor, starting to pick up bits of conversation between Seokjin and the imposter. You keep yourself plastered to the wall trying to assess the situation with a narrow view through the window next to the door.

The once friendly bartender points a gun at Seokjin. The other agents, those that were supposed to be keeping an eye on the ‘civilian’ are out of commission, all laying on the ground around him. 

“Call her out here, now.” The barman still holds onto his smile as he makes his demand, but now it only gives you chills as you try to puzzle out the motive behind it.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Seokjin keeps his hands at eye level, he’s trying to play the role of innocent bystander but that’ll only get him shot if he’s not careful. 

“The woman with you, that was Merlin, was it not? She designed this tech didn’t she?” He lifts your glasses for Seokjin to see. “And created the original cloaking program. I never should have outsourced it, she saw right through their guise. Since their product was faulty, I’ve been given a new directive.”

“Merlin? You mean like the magician in the old tales? Trust me that woman is nothing of the sort.” Seokjin is actually now chuckling despite having a gun held to him.

“Very well, if you won’t comply. We’ll just have to go retrieve her together.” He gestures Seokjin to the door with his gun. “After you.”

You shift yourself into position behind the door, when Seokjin opens it you remain concealed on the other side. Your fellow agent steps through, moving backwards to keep his eyes on the assailant, allowing him to spot you once he’s inside. You raise a finger to your lips holding your gun to your chest. You can’t let him give off any indication that he’s seen you. 

When Seokjin’s a few feet down the hall the aggressor proceeds to follow, and once his arm crosses the threshold you ram your full weight against the door. There’s a howl of pain as you trap his forearm in the door frame. The gun drops from his hand and hits the floor. Seokjin moves first taking the weapon and then the arm of the man who pointed it at him. You release the door and Seokjin drags the enemy in, throwing him against the wall. There’s a sickening crack as his head meets the concrete behind him.  

Though his body is now lip and eyes in a daze he still chuffs when he spots you, “So nice of you to join us Merlin, we were just talking about you.”

Seokjin pulls back a fist  letting land on the man's face with the full force of a brutal punch, finally sending the culprit into a comatose state.

“You okay?” You ask, noting his unusually rigid composure.

Seokjin nods, straightening his jacket as he lets the imposter fall to the floor. “Looks like I was right, you did catch his attention.” He boasts, with levity returning to his voice. “How did you know to come find me?”

“Found Choi, right where he said he’d be too...” You watch as Seokjin crouches down to retrieve your glasses from the man. “Who is he?”

“I don’t know, but I doubt he works alone.” Seokjin comments while staring at the tattoo that had caught your eye earlier, a flock in the shape of a V. 

...

Yoong makes a return trip, picking up the new captive as well as aiding the unconscious agents. The detainees will be moved to headquarters where they’ll be held for questioning before they’re turned over to the authorities along with a list of transgressions and admissible evidence.

After returning from the bar your base is busier than ever, with everyone following standard procedure and filing reports. There’s hardly room to move, let alone have a private moment with Seokjin to discuss what transpired. A full night and day go by with you only being able to lock eyes with him across the room. As much as you want to talk to him, your duty comes first, ensuring that everyone receives their new orders after the unusual turn of events.

You retreat to your room after a long day of report processing. There are still a few statements left to grab but those can be done tomorrow. The first recordings of the interrogation have come in and you're desperate to hear what Hwang has to say about the tech you found him with. To your delight it’s that exact question which Namjoon poses first.

Hwang rattles off the information, needing little prompting, they must have already cut a deal. “I was contacted  by an anonymous client over a year ago, they asked if I might know of someone who could utilize a cloaking program they had picked up, and apply it to something else. They wanted a mask, a way to hide in plain sight. I offered up a tech company who does some backwater dealings in armaments and weapons, and became the middleman between the two parties until the project was finished.”

“And you have no idea who hired you?” Namjoon asks. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Their wallet was big enough their identity wasn’t a concern, my main contact only referred to himself as V. He called me to the bar last night to provide a final demonstration to prove it worked before his agency made the purchase.”

Seokjin was right, Hwang was just a fence. Which would confirm the other man part of the group who orchestrated the data breach. 

You switch between the video files, hoping to find the other more enlightening. In the very centre of the shot sits the man dubbed as V. He answers none of the questions directed to him. Minutes pass while he remains silent looking directly into the camera with a  jeering grin and narrowed eyes. It’s off putting to say the least, no offer or deal can sway him to spill his knowledge. He looks content almost as if this is exactly where he wants to be. While the interrogators become increasingly frustrated, his smile only grows wider. 

You close out of the recording unable to take the silent stares any more. There’s nothing in his file they’ve attached other than physical attributes.  As you search the empty pages for a scrap of knowledge, a call request comes in from Arthur. You throw on your glasses answering in haste hoping he’ll have something new to share.

“Sorry to bother you so late. It’s been quite a day.” His voice is full of cracks and weariness.

“It’s no problem. I can only imagine after seeing the footage. Any new information on who this man works for? 

“No, nothing.”

“Oh,” Your voice echoes in confusion, “Was there something else you needed? Did you get my report?”

“Yes I did, thorough as usual. But it’s not your report I wanted to discuss.” Namjoon pauses again. ”I received an unusual request from Galahad at the end of his. I wanted to talk it over with you before I gave my answer.”

“Go ahead.” You cringe fearing what he might have said in his statement. 

“I freed him from lock down, and offered a new assignment, but he requested permission to stay and assist you with the vehicle repairs until they were completed. I would permit his extension, but I don’t believe that the answer to this decision rests fully with me, so I’m leaving it to you.”

“Don’t you need him back in the field? We don’t know who this man V is, or who he’s working for.” 

“And it’s doubtful that we’ll learn anything more anytime soon unless he starts answering our questions. There’s little direction in where we can take the investigation right now. I don’t have anything that requires urgent attention, that’s why the choice is yours to make. If you need help or want assistance he’s offering it to you.” 

“Thank you sir,” You’re grateful that he has left you with the final decision on the matter. “Would you mind if I spoke to him first before I decide?”  

“Not at all.”

...

You creep out into the common area, Hoseok is splayed out on the couch while Yoongi’s curled up on the armchair, but Seokjin is nowhere to be found. Did he leave the base taking advantage of his newly acquired freedom?

You doubt you’ll be able to sleep, not with the questions you have running through your head. Looking to keep your mind busy you descend the stairs and enter the passcode to your workshop, only to find the lights already on and Seokjin’s long legs sticking out from under the car. There’s a swear and a clang of a metal tool hitting the cement floor. You hold back a laugh as you approach, choosing instead to surprise him by pulling on the roller bed to tug him out from beneath the car.  

The initial shock on his face quickly changes to a smug grin. “I guess I’ve been caught.”

“Trying to sabotage my work again?”

“No, if you can believe it I’m actually trying to be an aid rather than a hindrance.”

“I’ll alert the media.” You fire back before diving into the more serious topic at hand. “I just got off the line with Arthur. He said you’ve been cleared to return to duty...”

Seokjin’s face falls slightly as he sits up on the rolling platform, “Oh-”

“But you also requested an extension here.”

“I did.” He looks up at you with sincerity, one that’s rarely seen on his face. No deflection to humour. This is just him. 

“I need to know why.” You keep your expression even, not wanting your feelings to influence him in any way.

“I want to help fix the car.”

“I need more of an explanation than that Seokjin. A few days ago you couldn’t wait to get out of here. ” This is it, there’s no room to spare feelings. He’ll tell you he feels guilty, or that he feels sorry for you, leaving you to send him on his way and that will be the end of this trial. 

“I don’t want things to go back to the way they were before. I like working with you, being here with you. You're not afraid to let me know when I’ve crossed the line.”

“So what, you just want to use me to keep you in check? I’m not here to fix you Seokjin.” You start to back away ready to send word to Namjoon that he’s free to assign him elsewhere when Seokjin grabs your hand, he rises from his spot on the floor in a rush to stand between you and the door. 

“That’s not what I meant. You make me want to be better.”

You pull yourself from his grip backing into the side of the car, “And after you’ve used me to better yourself, what then? You’ll just move on to your next project?” 

“No, fuck... I don’t know how else I can say it other than I like you Merlin. You aren’t the plan, you’re the objective.” He pauses for a moment, watching as his words sink in to you. “If you’re not interested in what I want to offer... I get it, but stop being so blind when it comes to yourself!” 

You fall still as you hear his confession, but you’re not ready to believe or condemn his words just yet. “If that’s the case why did you mock me at the bar?” Your voice wavers as you question him. “Why didn’t you say something?” 

“I was going to, but I didn’t think you would appreciate a drunken confession. You wanted a serious conversation, here it is. I want to stay here with you. Even if you’re not interested in a relationship, I respect that, but I still think we could both benefit from working together.”

He’s right, you might have believed him right then, but later, once the effects of the alcohol had worn off you would’ve thought it another game of his. You shift against the car embarrassed by your misreading of his motives, but pleased to see that they fall in line with your own.

“I wouldn’t say that I wasn’t interested...” You mumble your own confession carefully as he shifts in closer to his mouth catching a grin when he hears your words. “But staying would put you in a problematic position when you’re required to follow my orders. If we’re to continue down this path there wouldn’t be an equal power dynamic.”

“Good.” he mutters along with a chuckle. “Is that your only objection?”

“Yes, but-”

“Arthur released me from under your command. Any order you give will be discretionary.” 

“Discretionary orders?” You scoff. “You can barely follow mandatory orders.”

“Yes but it solves your problem, doesn't it? This way you can be sure that I will only follow an order if I want to.” He leans in placing his hands on either side of you on the hood of the car. “So Merlin, do you want me to stay?”

“Yes...”

“Do you want to continue what we started yesterday?” 

You nod biting your lip at the thought of it.

“Then I await your orders.” He stands still not moving an inch while you remain caged between his arms and caught in his eyes.

“Let’s be clear on something first,” You state, trying not to focus on how close his lips are or how soft they’ll feel when they touch your skin.“I don’t want you to think you are in any way saving me.”

“I am well aware of that now. I finally realise I need you to save me.”

“From what?” You can’t help but laugh at his conclusion.

“My impulsive actions.” He lifts you onto the car just like he lifted you onto the bathroom counter. “My runaway mouth.” He closes the distance for a swift kiss. “And my very unprofessional desires.” His fingers flirt with the bottom of your shirt taking up residence underneath the garment against the skin of your waist. 

“Yet you combat every effort when someone tries to restrain those tendencies,” You scold with a smile.

“You told me yourself I don’t go down easily... If you want to put me in my place you’re going to be more commanding.”

“And you would like that?” You ask in disbelief.  

“Why don’t you find out...” 

“Seokjin I-I don’t know if I-” You start to panic, stammering at the thought of going too far and becoming what others have thought of you before, “I don’t want you to hate...”

“If I need to stop I’ll tell you to brake. But right now I really want you to take the wheel, and put your foot down. No detours, just floor it.” He tightens his hold on you leaning in next to your ear with a growl. “Don’t get shy on me now. Give me your orders.” 

The cheek in his tone at last sets off the need for retaliation in you, evoking a desire to finally see him begging you for more. He’s never backed away from you, leaving you with no reason to believe he’ll do so now. If this is what he wants you’ll be happy to try and make him submit. “You can start with losing this.” You tug on his grease stained shirt. “And these too.” Dragging your finger over the waist of his jeans. 

He strips looking eager to play along. Leaving him in a pair of black boxers clinging to his swelling girth. “Like what you see?”

“You’ll do.” You snicker back at him. You take the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss, as he moves to hold your lower back. He finds his way between your thighs once again but this time there’s nothing to stop you both from going further. 

“Do you want to take those off?” You brush your hands on the elastic of his underwear.

“Yes.” His answer is short and sweet, with nothing to misinterpret. You could get used to this side of him.

“Then you’ll have to do something for me first.” You shift your pants down kicking them to the floor. Taking one last kiss of Seokjin’s lips before pressing his shoulders down to make his mouth level with your hips. The grin he gives is something to revel in, finally seeing it as a sign of desire rather than a farce.

He pulls your underwear to the side. The first lick is short and sweet causing you to flinch from the flick of his tongue. The second he takes care in following the line of your slit but he doesn’t pull away at the end, instead he latches on to your clit taking deep drags which pull you under in an instant. 

Your hand reaches out to grip his hair needing something to hold on to and hold him back with if necessary, but once your fingers tug at Seokjin’s locks he moans into your flesh. His hands pull you closer to the edge of the car allowing him to bury himself even deeper.    

He slowly gains a rhythm with his tongue and lips, but every time you come close, when your breathing becomes shallow he starts to pull back. He’s teasing you, clearly goading you to become more strict with your desires. 

“No more games Seokjin. If you can’t get me there in the next minute, I promise you’ll regret it.”

He pulls away for a moment to draw breath while giving you a taunt. “I’d like to see that.” 

He’s about to return to his task when you push him back, no longer giving him the chance at redemption. You point to a straight back chair facing away from you , “Sit down, with your head forward.” 

He does as you ask with a smile still stuck to the corner of his mouth. You slide off the car and move behind him towards your work desk, stripping off your shirt, and undergarments as you stray from his line of sight. Grabbing something from the inventory closet before you return to him, still hiding from his gaze .

He tries to look back at you but you put a stop to that. “Did I say you could look around?”

“No ma’am.” He chuckles back.

“Since you like games so much I thought of one to play. Give me your hand, and tell me what I put in it without looking.”

“I don’t see what this has to do with-” You cut off his complaint quickly by placing the metal object in his hand reaching out behind him. “Handcuffs?” Seokjin questions with surprise. “I stand corrected, this seems like a fun game.” 

“Put them on,” you order. He complies instantly, letting you check the tightness once he’s done. “Safey’s there if you need it. Just tell me to brake.”

“Oh no, I’m quite comfortable thank you.” He grins proudly as if this is what he was hoping for all along.

As you move in front of him finally gracing him with your nude form he stares back at you dumbfounded. You reach out to the corner of his mouth, which sits agape, wiping at the edge of his lips with your thumb. “Sorry I thought I spotted some drool.” Seokjin smiles at your mimicry and jab, but he has no words to follow with.

You kneel down in front of him, your hands trailing up to reach for his boxers. “May I?”

“Please do.”

You tug them down releasing his erection from the confines of the fabric. You're careful not to touch him, not wishing to give any satisfaction or stimulation. Once they’re pulled down to his ankles you move to the uninstalled backseat of the car sitting right across from him. Seokjin furrows his brow in confusion. 

“Something wrong?” You prompt hoping to have him admit that he wants you to return to him.

“No, just admiring the view.” 

“Really?” You persist in teasing him a little more, “Because it looks like you need something.”

“Only to know the next step in this game of yours.”

“You get to watch while I play.” You lay back on the car bench resting your feet on the soft leather. Your hand moving down between your legs picking up where Seokjin left off, with a slow rub to your crest.

“That seems unfair.” He flexes his arms, testing the cuffs as he watches you. 

“That’s what happens when you don’t read the instructions, I get to make the rules.” He lets out a groan as you close your eyes ready to concentrate on your own pleasure. You know you’re wet enough already but for good measure and Seokjin’s torturous show you prep your fingers in your mouth before slipping the tip of your index finger inside yourself. 

There’s a small whine from Seokjin, you look over to him, your eyes take a moment to focus on his face, his teeth digging into his now swollen bottom lip. “Let me help you, please.”

“That’s not how punishments work Seokjin. You had your chance, and you disobeyed.”

Giving him a side profile allows your thigh to hide the sight of your fingers dipping in. The sounds though, those are his to enjoy. You continue to satisfy yourself for a while longer enjoying the little jots of pleasure you can give yourself and Seokjin’s moan every time you twitch. It’s hard not to pay attention and give in to returning to him. With his cock pulsing against his leg with a drop of precum growing at the tip. His lip must be sore with how hard he’s biting down. 

Unable to ignore his whimpers any longer you get up from the leather bench. You present your fingers to his mouth damp from your ministrations. You don’t even get the chance to ask before he takes them into his mouth and licks them clean. When you pull them from his lips, he beams back at you. “Was that attentive enough for you?” 

“Very...” You commend him, straddling his legs facing him as you lower yourself. Your hand grips his cock while the other rests on his shoulder balancing yourself as you guide him inside. 

He gasps out a swear along with your real name as you sink down fully onto his lap. You lean into him letting your chest push against his as you rise and fall on his shaft. Pressing and grinding yourself against his seated form has him throbbing inside of you. He’s quickly become a breathy mess beneath you, a sheen of sweat covers his forehead, with even more dripping down his pecs. 

Your pace increases in speed as you edge closer to your climax. The warmth begins to spread to your extremities as you continue to thrust down. When the wave finally washes over you can barely move. “Fuck-” You whisper along with a plea. “Don’t you dare come yet.” You collapse against him riding it out, clenching while Jin groans.

“Take the cuffs off.” His moaning request is impossible to deny. As fun as it was to see him at your mercy you long to have his hands back on you. 

You reach for the restraints behind his back, with a quick press of a hidden release he’s free.  Wasting no time he grabs you, helping your legs to wrap around his waist. Positioning you securely against him, he rises to move two steps required in order to ram you back down onto the car bench. 

He pulls one leg up and over his shoulder while he holds the other level with his hip. Despite your sensitivity, he’s relentless in his thrusts, pushing you directly from the wave you just finished and on to the next. 

He’s so close to his end, his muscles tense, his face stern with a clenched jaw, it takes a moment for you to realize he’s waiting for your permission. He’s holding back until you give him the okay. “You can come Seokjin.” Upon hearing this his thrusts suddenly hit harder forcing you to cry out. “Fuck, please come.”

He shudders with the last impact. Releasing your legs, he lowers himself onto you while his cock still pulses inside. His head rests on the seat beside yours, the hot air from his heavy pants flows down your neck as you lay there trying to catch your own breath.

“I think we might have ruined the new car seat.” You chuckle at him, your laughter restricted by the pressure of his body on your chest. “I should probably order another.”

“And miss out on Hoseok’s expression when he realized what the stains are from?” He nudges closer, kissing the spot behind your ear with his swollen lips. “Not a chance.”

You start to drift beneath him content with the warmth and weight of his form. He gives you a few minutes rest caressing the side of your face with the tip of his finger before he poses an important question. “You’re still okay with me staying here then?”

You turn your head to meet his eyes with a smirk. “Yes, but you still have to earn your keep if you want a stay.” You gesture to the state that he’s left the workshop in, “In addition to cleaning up your mess.” 

Seokjin briefly glances to the tools strewn along the ground and then back at you with a smirk. He then shifts his whole body down, dipping his head back between your legs. “Yes ma’am.”  His tongue takes a long stroke, cupping your cum filled cunt. “Hope you don’t mind if I start here.”

[acdeaky]

percival’s daughter

warning: strong language, slight angst, fluff

note: writing this when i have other things that are requested and people actually want 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 also, i love eggsy. that’s all.

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“oh, fuck.” eggsy whispered as he entered the boardroom, seeing harry and arthur sat at the table, merlin stood before them with his clipboard, and you; the first girl he fell in love with.

“ah, eggsy, we were wondering as to where you were.” harry spoke, gesturing to the seat next to him. as eggsy walked over, he couldn’t stop looking at you. he had been in that boardroom more than enough times to know exactly where the table was and to know which seat he was invited to sit in.

as he sat down, you lightly smiled at him. he wondered if you remembered him. you did, most definitely, but you weren’t going to allow your professional pose falter by making an effort to talk to eggsy. if you did, you knew you would never stop.

“eggsy,” merlin started, grabbing the boy’s attention away from you. “this is Y/N, the daughter of percival. as you know, unfortunately, percival was involved in an incident last night and is no longer with us. Y/N will resume his position and reside here, within our branch of kingsman, with us.”

those words took a while to process within eggsy’s head. he had known you almost all his life. it had been ten years since you’d seen each other, after your family had moved (for kingsman), he never thought he’d see you again. yet, here you were.

“fortunately,” merlin continued, watching eggsy’s eyes flitter between him and you. “we have some agents already investigating the issue, so there will be no need for us to intervene. aside from that, eggsy, i thought you may want to show percival around.”

“er- ye-yeh, course. nothing i can’t handle.” eggsy tried to show he wasn’t enticed by you, making his whole demenour seem nonchalant.

“are you sure about that?”

“i think eggsy will do a grand job, merlin,” you spoke up, saving eggsy from some embarrassment. merlin only retracted, finally giving up. “eggsy, shall we?” you turned back to eggsy, seeing that he was looking at you like a lost puppy.

“yeh, i’ll show you the way, love.” he gave you a small smile, waiting for arthur to dismiss them before standing and walking out of the boardroom. he took you down the corridor, a fair bit away from the room before stopping and turning to you.

“i haven’t seen you in ten years and you show up here as soon as your dad’s dead and you don’t even look at me like you know me. what the fuck is going on?” he said in a low tone, his face contorting in a way you have never seen before on him.

“eggsy, look, i can explain-”

“please do.”

“and i will! just not here. is there somewhere else we can go?” now it was your time for your voice to be low.

“yeh, okay.” he shrugged, turning back around and walking down the corridor. after turning many corners and walking up many steps, eggsy finally brought you to a room. as he opened it up, he revealed a bedroom. it was neat and tidy, making you certain it wasn’t his. but there was something about it that screamed eggsy.

maybe it was the way the decorations were, the choice of them. maybe it was the way he confidently stood, like he had the upper ground now you were definitely on his territory, and not just kingsman’s. or maybe it was the way it faintly smelt of him, something you could never forget.

“this is my room, i’m not here often cause i’ve got my own place, but... thought this would be an okay place to chat.” eggsy stated, sitting on the ottoman at the end of his bed, only after undoing his blazer buttons.

“may i? you asked, closing the door, walking further into the room and pointing at the chair under the desk.

“course.” he smiled. you pulled out the chair, turning it around so it faced away from the view of the gardens and towards eggsy. you sat sheepishly, instantly crossing your legs over one another.

“i’m sorry about your dad.” eggsy spoke after a moment of silence. he was sat facing you, but his elbows rested on his knees as he twiddled his thumbs, his head looking down. obviously, his formalities didn’t stretch to old friends.

“it’s okay. in this line of work it’s something that should be prepared for.”

“you were prepared for your dad to die?”

“no, eggsy, i just mean that if someone dies, it’s not a rare thing to occur at kingsman. you should know, unfortunately.” your voice tailed off, realising what you’d said, not knowing if it was something he didn’t like to talk about nowadays.

“yeh, you and me both, now.” he replied, finally looking up to you and smiling slightly.

“what have you been doing, eggsy? after all these years.” you asked, watching as his body language changed from tensed to almost relaxed; you were just waiting for him to kick off his shoes and loosen his tie a little.

“well, i got into the military, but my mum was scared that she’d lose me like she lost my dad. so i went back home and she had a new boyfriend dean, but i had a little sister as well. i had to leave them when i started training here. i almost got the role of lancelot, but i refused to shoot JB, so they gave it to roxy- have you met roxy?”

“yeh, i have. she’s lovely.” you smiled, seeing eggsy was beginning to fully relax.

“anyway, the gave that to roxy, but after harry ‘died’ i came back and helped merlin and roxy with valentine which got me a place in kingsman. they couldn’t let an agent like me go.” he joked, taking off his glasses and placing them on his bed.

“i’m sure they couldn’t. i’ve already heard so much about you, eggsy; harry practically adores you and everyone keeps saying how much of a good agent you are. i’m glad i get to see it for myself.”

“what about you, love?

“well, after we moved, i went to school, made some new friends, but they didn’t last long, while training with my dad. he wanted me to become an agent as soon as i was old enough and ready. i went through the process, took the tests, i was fully ready, just not officially an agent. as soon as he died, kingsman knew about my training and asked me to resume his position as percival. i came back to london because i missed it, but i never expected to come here and hear your name.”

“why’s that?” he asked, leaning down to undo the laces of his oxfords.

“just thought you’d do something more academic with your life. i always remember you as the smart kid, who was tough around the edges, but had the kindest heart. kingsman never seemed like the thing you would do.”

he just nodded, looking down at the ground again and you were worried that you had caused him to retract the little trust he felt for you since returning.

“do you remember- nah, it’s silly.” eggsy said after a moment, looking back up at you while loosening his tie a little and undoing his top button.

“i might, try me.” you shifted in your seat so your legs weren’t crossed over one another anymore. you got into a more comfortable position, your knees facing eggsy.

he only smiled before saying, “do you remember when we first met? in primary? i had moved into your class half way through the year because i got good grades, but i always gave up. they moved me into your class so i wouldn’t do that anymore and so they could make you and i buddies, since you were the star pupil of year three.”

“i was not!” you giggled, seeing eggsy’s face light up as you both recalled the memory.

“you so were. i still got good grades, but i kept giving up; even you couldn’t help me on that. but i gained a best friend from that, and i was heartbroken when she went away.”

“you were?”

“yeh,” eggsy sighed, taking off his tie and blazer, only leaving him in his white dress shirt, trousers and socks. “i lost my best friend, i didn’t know what to do. i acted up more, but still did well in school, no one could believe it. as soon as i left school, i went straight into the military so something would take up my mind, instead of sitting in classrooms and wishing you were still with me.”

“oh eggsy-”

“i didn’t just lose my best friend, i lost the person who finally understood me, who i wanted to keep in my life forever. the first person i loved.” and once again, eggsy was looking at the floor. his elbows were resting on his knees and his head was inbetween his hands.

“eggsy.” you started, feeling guilty for leaving him behind ten years ago, but knowing you had no choice but to do that. once you heard him sniffle, you got up from his chair and walked towards him slowly. you knelt down in front of him and placed your hands onto his wrists. he didn’t tense up like you thought he would, nor did he try to pull away from you.

your hands moved from his wrists up to his hands, stopping their movements as his tugged and pulled at his hair.

“eggsy stop, you won’t have any hair left.” you whispered, pulling his hands away from his head. as you did, he looked up at you, his eyes slightly few and swollen. “oh, eggy.” you sighed, pushing your body closer to his as you wrapped you arms around his neck. he let you, placing his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. soon enough, your chest was against his, your bodies being pressed together tighter than they are ten years ago when you said your goodbyes.

“i loved you, too, eggsy,” you whispered into his ear, placing a light kiss onto his clothes shoulder afterwards. “i still do. but you’re a different person now than you were then, and so am i. we’ve both changed.”

“that doesn’t mean anything.” he replied, pressing a kiss into your shoulder as you did with him.

“i don’t want to compromise a mission because of our feelings. if anything happened to you because of me, i don’t know what i’d do. i can’t lose you again.” this made eggsy pull away. he grabbed your hands and helped you up before pulling on his oxfords, tying his tie and putting on his blazer and glasses.

he wiped his eyes before speaking again, “i still haven’t shown you round.”

“eggsy-”

“it won’t take long-”

“eggsy-”

“merlin’ll kill me if i don’t get you back-”

“eggsy, your top button.” he nodded a quick thanks before turning to leave the room, letting you leave before closing the door again.

and off he set, determined to show you around kingsman before merlin wonders where the two of you had been. neither of you spoke throughout the entire walk, only the occasional comments of eggsy telling you what certain rooms were or what was in them. aside from that, you felt too awkward to speak, like you’d lost his trust and now needed to fully regain it; a quick catch up would not suffice this time.

***

you didn’t expect to find eggsy sat outside on the stairs leading up to the entrance of the headquarters. he was dressed down from the last time you saw him, only in jeans, a plain t-shirt and a bomber jacket. as soon as you sat down next to him, he didn’t flinch, only moving to his left slightly to let you slide between him and the banister.

“i missed you, you know?” you almost whispered, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself as a breeze hit you. “i hated leaving, i hated saying goodbye, i hated moving. i came back to london because i missed it, but i also missed you.”

when eggsy didn’t reply, you looked up from your lap towards him and saw he was still looking out across the gardens. only this time, the glimmer in his eyes was brighter.

“i lost the first person i loved, too. and i haven’t felt that strongly towards anyone but you, ever. yeh, i had a few boyfriends and went on some dates, but i compared them to you. every single time. i wanted you in my life forever, too.”

even as you spoke towards him this time, he still didn’t move. his head was still facing forward and there still hadn’t been any form of reply from him. you contemplated leaving him, knowing this was a lot to take in, and let him come around on his own. but you also didn’t want to spend anymore time away from him. it had been ten years since you last saw each other, and you were hoping to catch up and go back to what it used to be like.

you words earlier had broken another piece of his heart. hearing you practically reject him made his instincts kick in and, after that, it would be almost impossible to get his walls back down again.

“eggsy,” you sniffled, watching as his upper lip started trembling. “i’m so sorry. for everything. for leaving, for saying those things earlier, for basically coming back and breaking your heart minutes later. i’ve never wanted to hurt you, but i have. and i’m sorry.”

without even thinking, you rested your head against the side of his arm, him being too tall for you to teach his shoulder. like before, he didn’t flinch. but this position was normal for the two of you. even at a young age, you’d always been close and leaning against eggsy had been something you did whenever you were sad, scared or angry. he was a comfort blanket, and he still is.

“i’m sorry,” you spoke after a few minutes of silence, taking your head off of eggsy and begun to stand up. “i should go. i’ll leave you be-”

“please don’t leave,” he croaked out, a hand delicately holding your wrist to stop you from moving further away from him. “stay for a little longer.”

you nodded slowly, sitting back down on the steps and throwing part of the blanket over eggsy’s back to share with him.

“thanks,” he muttered as you got comfortable next him. “i don’t wanna fight. i’m sorry i’ve acted the way i have, but it was seeing you again; i didn’t know how to feel.”

“i don’t want to fight either, eggsy. and i’m sorry as well. just for everything.” as soon as you said that, eggsy wrapped his right arm around you, bringing you closer to his body (and his warmth) and you rested a hand on his knee.

as your head rested on his shoulder, you looked up into the sky, seeing it was clear and stars could be seen for miles.

“the sky looks pretty tonight.” you smiled at eggsy before looking back up towards the sky. he just kept looking at you, watching as your eyes twinkled in the moonlight.

“not as pretty as you, though.” he smirked, watching as you turned back to face him, a light blush on your cheeks.

“nothing can be prettier than you, bruv.” you smiled at him, completely ignoring the shades of crimson both of you were turning. at that moment, you had decided you missed eggsy. like, you really missed him. not a just a normal amount that friends would miss each other if one of them moved, but a life-destroying amount.

at that same moment, eggsy decided that your eyes were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. staring into them, even ten years later, made his knees feel weak. and he knew he missed you, too. he could almost feel how much you missed him, like you could with him.

as the night carried on, you and eggsy sat on the stairs for a few more hours, getting closer and closer together and pulling the blanket against your bodies as much as you could. the majority of the lights inside the headquarters had been turned off, the only ones remaining on being your bedroom, eggsy’s bedroom and the hall lights; it made the sky even brighter.

“we should head in,” eggsy whispered against your head, placing a light kiss where his lips lay. “it’s getting late.”

“and it’s freezing.” you added, making eggsy chuckles softly.

“it definitely is. come on.” eggsy stood, dropping the blanket fully on you and held out his hand. you graciously took it, letting him help you up and you wrapped the blanket around your entire body.

as you walked up the steps, your feet were in line with eggsy’s and you continued chatting to one another, but kept quiet as you entered the building. being the gentleman he is, he walked you to your room, up the what-seemed-like thousands of stairs before you were stood outside your door.

eggsy opened it for you, letting you slip inside and turn back to face him. you leaned against the doorframe, looking up at eggsy while he gave you a shit-eating grin.

“since i’ve been a gentleman, and kept you warm tonight, will you gimme a kiss?” and that’s when you realised he was still the cheeky, flirtatious boy he’d been ten years ago.

“just one. on the cheek.” you replied, desperately trying to stop yourself from smiling, too.

“i’m not looking for a cheek, i wanna proper kiss.”

“okay, eggsy. i’ll give you a proper kiss.” and before he could say anything in reply, your lips were on his. the blanket was completely forgotten. his hands found your hips and yours wrapped around the back of his neck. it was soft and sweet and so full of love that you wondered how anyone could be missing out on this.

eggsy was the one to (reluctantly) pull away first. but as he did, he rested his forehead on yours, keeping his hands on your body. only this time, he pulled your body flush against his, making you curl into the shape of his back which arched forward to meet you in the middle.

“thanks for the kiss, bruv.” he whispered through his smile, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“anytime, bruv.” you smiled, too, making no attempt to pull away at any moment soon.

- 

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[waywardodysseys]

Agony of Parting - Oneshot

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x female reader

Warnings: fluff, cussing, angst

Requested?: Yes by @iamwarrenspeace - Agent Whiskey survives Cambodia and returns to the States as a criminal. He’s imprisoned and visited by his fiancée. She’s in turmoil as she learns of Jack’s actions but she has to decide what’s best because of the secret she’s holding onto.

Quote: “Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.” - George Eliot

~   ~   ~

The day Jack proposed was the happiest day of your life.

He had told you to dress up to the nines because he was taking you to dinner. You had recalled it wasn’t an anniversary, and it wasn’t your birthday or special holiday.

“Why Jack?” You had asked, pestering him for an answer.

He had smiled and kissed you soundly, “do I need a reason to take my favorite girl out?”

You had raised an eyebrow but shook your head.

“Good darlin’,” he had drawled in his Texan accent, “now please dress up for this evening. I want to treat you to a night out on the town while we’re in New York City.”

You had watched him leave for the office – the New York City headquarters for Statesman, a private intelligence agency company for the United States.

Jack had told you early on in your relationship what he did, and that he would be transferred to whichever city he was needed in. You had reluctantly accepted his job being first and foremost to him, and you knew you were second when it came to his career. But when he returned home and ravaged your body endlessly for days, you felt like you had won first place.

Then only a few months ago he had been transferred to N.Y.C. He had asked you to come along too, so you and him could enjoy the city together. You didn’t hesitate to tell him yes. You had been itching to see the expansive city since you had never left the sleepy little town of Denver – your home and where you had met Jack.

Jack had greeted you at seven o’clock on the dot. He was wearing a white shirt, black tie, and dark blue jeans. He was sans cowboy hat which meant his brown hair was on display for the world to see – he rarely left the apartment you two shared without the black Stetson.

He held out a bouquet of long stem red roses which you took from him. You inhaled their lovely scent.

“You didn’t have to Jack,” you had smiled as you grabbed a vase, added water then the bouquet.

“But I did,” Jack had drawled.

His eyes swept over your body. He whistled low then wrapped his arms around you. He kissed your neck and moaned deeply.

“You look beautiful Y/N,” Jack had whispered, “glad you’re mine.”

You had turned his arms and looked into his eyes, “we could stay here Jack.”

Jack had cupped your cheek, stroked your skin then dipped his head and brushed his lips against yours softly. His mustache ticking your skin gently. He pulled faintly back then swept a thumb over your lips.

“I promise when we return you won’t be able to keep your hands off me,” he had whispered with an indication of lust.

You had smirked, “I can’t keep my hands off you now.”

Jack had wrapped an arm around you and ran it up and down your back slowly, “patience darlin’.”

You and Jack had left your shared apartment minutes later. He escorted you to a waiting sleek black town car where it drove the two of you to a restaurant near the Brooklyn Bridge.

You had forgotten the name by the time dessert came out and the piano began playing “When a Man Loves a Woman” because shortly after the waiter placed the decadent chocolate cake on the table and you had taken the first bite, Jack grabbed your hand and reached into his jacket.

“Y/N,” Jack had drawled your name out slowly.

You had looked at him with seriousness and put your fork down.

Jack had cleared his throat, then scooted his chair back and dropped to one knee beside the table.

Your heart had quickened inside of your chest as your eyes glued themselves to Jack’s kneeling form.

“Y/N,” Jack had repeated with nervousness in his voice, “you make me the happiest man in the world. The happiest cowboy in the universe. You are my sunrise, my sunset. You are the one I want to wake up to every mornin’ for the rest of my life, you’re the one I want to come home to and fall asleep next to for forever. You are my world, my universe. Will you marry me?”

You knew you loved Jack. He was your world and universe in return, but deep down you wondered about his career. It would always come first, he loved doing the spy thing, as you had teasingly called it on occasion when the job came first.

Then there was his deceased wife. He had said he was over her; he had moved on. He loved you. But there were times you wondered if you’d ever be good enough for Jack because her memory seemed to cloud and overshadow Jack’s love for you. You felt he wasn’t a hundred percent invested in the relationship he had with you.

Yet you loved Jack. It took time for you to love the man because of his job but you grew to accept him, and his career, then you grew to love him. If he didn’t love you, he wouldn’t be on one knee in front of you, in front of other people asking for your hand in marriage.

You had smiled and reached over, cupping his cheek. “Nothing would make me happier than to marry you Jack.”

Jack had released the breath he had been holding for what seemed to be eternity. He had taken the ring out of the box, slid it on your finger then pulled you into his arms.

You had embraced him tightly in return, never wanting to let go.

When the two of you had returned to the apartment you couldn’t keep your hands off one another as you made love to one another deep into the night and through the morning light.

-------

Now you look down at the pregnancy test in your hand. The two pink lines are vibrant on the display as you look between the pregnancy test, the mirror, and the other four tests laying on the counter. All tests confirming the same thing – you are pregnant.

You place the plastic stick on the counter and walk into the bedroom. Its been only you for the past week or so because Jack had been called to help the Kingsman – the British version of Statesman.

“They need my help darlin’,” Jack had remarked when he informed you of the news.

You knew his work, knew his job and what it entailed. You knew things like this would happen yet part of you wondered if Jack thought you’d be upset about him placing the job first causing you to leave him.

You had smiled at him, “I know Jack. I always ask that you come back to me.”

Jack had smiled lopsidedly, “I will.”

He had brushed his lips against yours. He had pulled back to look into your eyes then pulled you in for a deeper kiss.

You had returned the deep kiss by looping your arms around his neck and running your fingers along the ends of his hair.

“I love you Y/N,” Jack had drawled after pulling away breathlessly.

“I love you Jack,” you had whispered in return.

Days later you realized you were late and began to panic.

Maybe it’s a fluke, you had thought. It’ll be here within a day or so.

Two more days passed, and you had hurriedly gone to the nearest pharmacy buying one of each of the five pregnancy tests on the shelf. You took them back home and here you are staring down at them.

You run your hands over your stomach. You and Jack have created another life. You hadn’t planned on getting pregnant this soon. You two had talked about children after the wedding, and after returning to Kentucky, or even going back home to Denver. Jack had only you. Yet he wanted to make sure you were with and around family if children came into the picture because he wanted you to have their support even though he knew you were strong enough to handle whatever life decided to throw your way.

Your cell phone rings, breaking the quietness throughout the apartment. You run out to the bedroom and pick it up.

“Hello? Jack?”

“Y/N?”

It’s not Jack. It’s a woman. “Um, yes? Who is this?”

“My name is Ginger. I work with Jack. He’s listed you as your emergency contact…”

Your heart sinks inside of your chest.

No, is all you can think as you grasp the phone tightly and sink to the floor.

“He can’t be dead…,” is all you whisper as you think of the life growing inside of you.

You remember his deceased wife. The life she was carrying inside of her. The life you knew Jack was eagerly ready to hold and raise with her. Then she had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. She died because of drug users, and you knew Jack didn’t care much for those kind of people for taking away her and his unborn child.

“Jack’s not dead,” she remarks. “I, uh, I…he’s alive.”

“If he’s concerned about me having the blue rash, he doesn’t need to concern himself. I am fine.” We are fine. “I don’t need special treatment for the antidote.”

“I’m glad to hear you are okay,” Ginger pauses, “I’m calling because Jack’s coming back as a prisoner.”

“Prisoner?” Your focus snaps back to the call, and the woman on the other end. “What are you talking about?”

“I can’t give specific details over the phone. It’s best you come down to Kentucky and meet with his boss. He’ll give a more thorough explanation when you arrive. He has to explain what happened to you.”

“But I don’t know…”

“We are sending a person to your apartment at 10 tomorrow morning. Be ready to go, pack a few things. Everything will be explained when you get here.”

*

The following afternoon you are escorted to an enormous office in the middle of nowhere Kentucky inside the Statesman headquarters.

An elderly gentleman smiles and stands from his spot at an oblong table. He holds out his hand as he approaches you.

“Miss Y/L/N,” his voice is weathered, “I’m Champ.”

You smile in return as you shake his hand. “Please call me Y/N.”

Champ nods curtly, withdraws his hand and points back towards the table. “Please have a seat. I’d like to tell you what I am able to about Jack.”

You follow him and take a seat in one of the green leather chairs. Your eyes are on Champ as he takes a seat back at the head of the table.

You heart beats rapidly inside of your chest. You wonder what Jack has done to warrant this type of meeting with his boss. You try to calm yourself as you take in the smell of worn leather and cigar smoke.

“We did not know Jack had a hidden agenda to keep the antidote from the world’s population until two men from Kingsman informed us of Jack’s betrayal when they returned him to us about forty-eight hours ago,” Champ pauses as he temples his fingers, “I had Ginger call you because you deserved to know. Jack had informed us you and him becoming engaged a few months ago and you are considered his family. She also informed me you needed to know because you are the only person he has outside of Kingsman.”

You already knew you were all he had. Jack didn’t have no one until you walked into his life one snowy night on the outskirts of Denver, in some rundown bar. You needed help with your car, and he was the first, and only person, who offered to help you.

Champ clears his throat, “Jack is now a prisoner under Statesman bylaws. He is in our facility with a few other prisoners. You are welcome to see him as often as you like.”

“How long?” You squeak out. “How long is he going to be in prison?”

Champ shrugs his shoulders, “his case has not reached our presiding authority yet. It could be anywhere from a year, ten, maybe fifteen. It depends on his story and how the presiding authority of Statesman decides to rule.”

You look down at your stomach. You close your eyes, keeping the tears in. Your hormones are on overdrive and you don’t need to cry in front of the man who told you Jack could be in prison until the child inside of you is a teenager.

Your mind flashing through of what memories Jack would miss – birth, changing diapers, first steps, first words, all the first days of school.

Your mind flashes at the memory of how Jack lost his previous wife. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Died in the crosshairs of gunfire because of meth heads. You knew Jack didn’t care for them. After the phone call from Ginger, those thoughts plagued you until sleep finally consumed you.

You knew deep down he’d resort to doing something drastic if it came down to not giving an antidote to someone who does drugs.

Maybe you could have done more for Jack.

Loved him more? You loved Jack with all your heart and soul.

Convinced him he was the one for you? You did as much as you could. Tried to make him see you were the person standing in front of him and not the ghost of his past. The ghost he couldn’t have. The ghost who always haunted the relationship you had with Jack.

You now come to terms with knowing Jack still had an unyielding grasp on the past, on his deceased wife, on his unborn child. He had done what he did because his dead wife and unborn child were still forefront and center in his life. Not you.

“Y/N?” Champ questions as he looks at you. His voice breaking the silence.

You look at him, “yes?”

“Would you like to see Jack today?”

“I, uh, I don’t know,” you reply. You didn’t know how soon you wanted to see him because you feel like this might be your fault.

Were you to blame for Jack’s actions? The thought branding itself to your mind.

You weren’t good enough; he didn’t love you completely. You were a second fiddle to the true love of his life and their unborn child.

“I, uh, I need to go,” you utter as you stand. You need air; you need to think.

Champ hurriedly stands as well, “I understand. You may stay at our accommodations while visiting Jack. We’ll offer this much courtesy to you since the prison is on our grounds. Just let the front desk staff know when you are ready.”

You nod and turn to leave, wiping the tears falling from your eyes.

Minutes later you crash onto the bed in your hotel room, sobbing from the heartache you are experiencing.

-------

The next day you are sitting in an open area with tables and chairs inside the Statesman prison facility. It’s deprived of all other people.

You had your bags packed, ready to go after this talk with Jack. You wanted to go home, your home. You were going back to Denver to be with family and raise the child – alone.

A metal door opens and in walks a guard, Jack’s behind him. He’s wearing a blue jumpsuit with his hands cuffed in front of him. His hair is faintly unruly and stubble has grown on his cheeks and jawline.

“Could you please take these off so I may hug my fiancée?” Jack pleads with the guard.

The guard looks between you and Jack. He sighs heavily.

“Don’t try anything besides the hug Daniels.”

“Thank you,” Jack drawls as his hands are uncuffed.

You stand and smile weakly as Jack makes his way to you and embraces you tightly. You wrap your arms around him tightly in return. Taking in this embrace because it’ll be the last one.

You inhale Jack’s smell. Your nose detects the cologne he always wears. A smell you won’t smell again after today. Yet will also remain etched into your memories.

Jack pulls faintly and looks into your eyes. He sweeps his mouth against your lips.

“Daniels!” The guard huffs.

Jack grins at you and winks.

“Scoundrel,” you laugh.

Jack motions to the table then both of you sit facing one another. He grabs your hands and takes them into his. His skin is rough yet warm. His hands engulf yours, they always do.

“I’m glad they called you. I need you Y/N. I’ve been pacing the floor and pounding my head against the walls; waiting for them to open my door and tell me you are here.” Jack remarks as he squeezes your hands.

You squeeze them back, “Jack.”

Jack smiles lopsidedly, “darlin’. My Y/N.”

“You didn’t want the world to get the antidote?” You don’t hold back on asking him point blank. You need to know why Jack betrayed his job by not wanting to give the world what it desperately needed.

Jack looks down, hiding his eyes.

You remove your hands slowly from his. “The world was in need Jack and you choose to be selfish.”

Jack looks at you. His eyes conveying hurt and anger. “Drug users shouldn’t be given anything!”

“People were dying Jack. Your job was to help them, not help yourself,” you have to keep your emotions in check. You need to remain calm and collected because you know what you’re going to do at the end of this conversation, “maybe if I had been more, could have done more… you would’ve loved me like your first wife and not resorted to what you did!”

“I do love you!” Jack stammers.

“Apparently not enough! You don’t love me enough to think of me before deicing to do what you did? Your fiancée? The woman you are to marry!”

“I love you Y/N,” Jack grounds out, “you are the love of my life.”

“She was the love of your life! She was carrying your child! You two were to be a family!” You stand calmly. “I am done being second fiddle to her Jack. She is gone, and I am the one who’s here. Well was here, for you.” Remain strong. For yourself, for the baby. “I love…no! I loved you!” No tears. Remain calm. “I am done Jack. We are. Done.” You slip off the ring and place it on the table. “I hope you find someone who can break through the walls you have built around your heart because I apparently didn’t break them since you were foolish to do something so reckless, so stupid.”

Jack stands and reaches for you.

You step out of his reach, “goodbye Jack.”

Is she right?, Jack thinks, she was. Is.

Jack sighs heavily in frustration and rubs his face. He had been comparing you to Lela, and he shouldn’t have been. He should’ve let Lela go the moment you had walked into his life, but he hadn’t because Lela was the love of his life. Then you had walked into it, and everything changed.

Fuck, Jack thinks. He knows he has majorly fucked up everything.

Jack’s silence greets your ears which makes you turn on your heel and leave Jack standing in disbelief and heartache. Leaving him in the dark about the baby you carry inside of you.

Today is the saddest day of your life.

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Heaven For Everyone

Hell my Tumblr Lovely’s.

Welcome to that period over Christmas where no-one has a clue what day of the week it is! And lots of sleep happens!

Here is the next part in this Robyn and Taron story. Hope you all enjoy.

Suze xx

P.S I managed to convince the parents to watch Eddie the Eagle... Love this movie so much. Such a sweet movie.

P.P.S I don’t know Taron or his family and this is just a work of fiction.

6

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”

Clive was waiting outside for them, standing in front of the blacked-out car and he stepped forward to take the cases from Taron, who thanked him, moving to open the door of the car.

“After you.” He smiled to Robyn who lifted her dress a little and stepped into the car, shuffling over in the seat, allowing Taron to sit in beside her, closing the door after him with a slight bang. Once in the car, he turned to her and grinned widely. “I think fiery Robyn is my absolute favourite.”

“I couldn’t help it.” Robyn fluffed her dress out a bit so it sat better and then turned to face him, feeling the car move as it started to make its way towards Leicester Square. “Just leave it be. Don’t come grovelling after the shit caused. I know it wasn’t her fault but it has just had a ripple effect neither of us needed and it has spoilt our day a little.”

“Maybe this morning but not anymore.” Taron moved so he was sitting closer to her. “This is what I have been waiting for since I gave you those vouchers. Getting to share this moment with you.” He reached over to take her hands, being very careful with her right one. “I am so glad you said yes Robyn. I have said it before but Kingsman would never have been finished without you. I wouldn’t be here without you and you mean everything and more to me and I promise to keep you close to me all night. I mean we come as a pair, can’t break this colour combo up.”

Robyn laughed loudly. “I think if we didn’t match, I would be terribly disappointed. I am getting so used to it now.” She turned his hands over, running the index finger of her right hand over his cuff links, the ones she had given him. “I am so excited to be here with you for this. I am so proud of you Taron, for what you have achieved. Enjoy every minute of this evening because you deserve it all and more.”

“With Stella not around now do you think it will be ok if I hug you? She doesn’t have a secret camera on you ready to shout at me for creasing your dress or ruining your hair?”

Robyn smiled and opened her arms for him and Taron happily engulfed her in a sideways hug, his face going straight into her left shoulder, breathing in deeply, a wonderful mixture of Robyn’s perfume, intoxicating body lotion and warm skin filling his senses and he was getting use to the feel of her bare soft skin under his hands.

“I love this dress.” He whispered into her shoulder, feeling her chuckle against him.

“It has its perks.” She agreed, enjoying the feeling of Taron’s large hands on her back, the heat from the palms of his hands seeping into her skin. “Though I haven’t a clue how I am going to pee in it.”

Taron laughed loudly and moved his head to kiss her cheek. “I am sure you will find a way.” He ended the hug and sat back against the chair, Robyn sitting right next to him, her clutch on her lap.

“I have something for you.” She opened her clutch and pulled out a very small slim box, wrapped in green stripped paper and passed it to him.

“What have you been up too?” He asked her. “And seriously? You never stick to our present pact.”

Robyn smiled and pressed the present into his hand. “Sometimes I don’t think you know me at all. It is only something very small.”

“Sure. Small.” He replied taking the box. “What is it?” He asked with a grin, knowing Robyn would frown his way and he smiled widely as sure enough she gave him a scowl. “Ok, ok I will open it.”

Starting with the tape at one end, Taron knew Robyn was watching every move he made and he purposely took his time, being extra careful and slow as he pulled the tape off and his smile grew even more as he felt Robyn shuffle impatiently beside him. Then with one tear, he ripped a large strip from the middle of the wrapping, a green box coming into view as he pulled the rest of the paper off. Robyn took the paper from him and scrunched it up into a ball and threw it over her shoulder, Taron giggling at her.

“I don’t think I have ever seen you impatient Robyn.” He finally got the rest of the paper off the present.

“I have never seen someone open a present so slowly.” She replied back to him, nudging him with her shoulder.

“I am nearly there.”  He held the box in his left hand opened it with his right and knew Robyn heard his intake of breath as he looked to the tie clip sitting neatly inside the box. Matching his cuff links perfectly, Robyn had bought him a stunning gold tie clip, the same Claddagh symbol embellished on it. The only difference between his cuff links and his new tie clip was the green emerald that sat in the middle of the heart and the small white crystals on the crown. “Robyn…” Taron looked to her with slight shock on his face. “This is too much.”

She shook her head. “Are you even going to try and argue with me over it?” She asked him taking the box from his hands, slipping the clip from its velvet case. “You know you won’t get far.” She moved a little so she was facing him better. “Can I?” She saw his tiny nod of agreement. Pulling his neatly tucked tie from his waistcoat, Robyn handed Taron the clip to hold so she could line the back and front of his tie together, slipping the index and middle fingers of her left hand in-between two buttons of his shirt, brushing over the warm skin of his chest and held the tie in place midway down his shirt. “Clip please.” She took the gold piece of jewellery from him and switched her hands around, her right fingers now holding his shirt and tie, she opened the clip with her left hand and clipped it into place making sure it didn’t snag his bare skin, smoothing down his tie with both hands, before tucking it back under waistcoat. “Perfect.”

Taron looked down to his tie and then back to Robyn. “It is way too much.” He ran his fingers over the clip on his tie. “I can’t take this from you.”

“You rejecting my present?” She asked him.

“No no no!” He quickly said. “No of course not but Robyn this must have cost you…”

He never got to finish as Robyn placed both hands over his mouth stopping him mid-sentence. “It is something very small that matches your cuff links.” She told him firmly. “And it’s a present that I got for you because I can and I love you and it is something to mark the occasion of your premier.” She took her hands from his mouth and placed them on his cheeks. “You are welcome.”

Taron looked to her, her pretty face grinning at him, her cheeks glowing in the late evening sun that came through the car window, her large eyes staring him down. Her thumbs stroked his cheeks and his heart thumped hard in his chest. “Thank you Robyn. I love it.”

“I know.”

Her answer made him shake his head a little and she took her hands from his face. “I have nothing for you.”

Robyn looked down to the beautiful dress she was wearing. “Really? Nothing?” She looked back to him. “I am wearing the most luxurious piece of clothing I have ever worn. Had my hair styled by a professional hairstylist to the stars and for the first time in my life, had my make-up done by someone who wasn’t me or Claire. I am sitting in a car on a way to a movie premier with my best friend who has been the most wonderful and caring person to me over the last few hours and tonight is going to be one of the best for me. This…” She placed her hands over his tie. “Is just a tiny token for you.”

Taron placed hands over hers. “Thank you.”

Satisfied he wasn’t going to argue with her again, Robyn reached into her clutch once more.

“You need to take these.” She placed two white tablets into his open palm.

“You better have your painkillers in that bag too.” He warned, his face turning into a small smile as she took a foil packet out too.

“Of course.”

Taron leaned forward and opened the panel in between the driver and passenger seat and pulled out a bottle of water. After taking his tablets, he handed the water to Robyn who swallowed her painkillers too. He had forgotten to take his tablets, let along bring them with him with all the fuss of getting ready but of course Robyn remembered.

“How is your hand?” He asked, slipping his under her right hand.

“Not too bad today. I didn’t have to use it at all.”

Taron grinned. “Stella took over everything?”

“Everything.”

As Taron sat back against the seat, Robyn moved so she could lean against him a little, her right hand nestled neatly between his two. “Well I won’t be sorry to see the end of room three three three.” She turned her head as she heard him snigger. “What on earth is so funny?”

“Nothing. I just like the way you say three.”

Robyn’s lips rose in a smile. “You making fun of my accent?”

“Oh no. Not at all. I just like the way you say three.”

“I could pronounce it the proper way as three but where is the fun in that.”

“No fun indeed.” He agreed. “So chicken, are you doing the most amazing job of hiding how you are feeling right now with jokes and distractions?”

“Are you?” She returned to him. “You are holding my left hand pretty tight.”

Not even realising he was doing so; Taron had been gripping Robyn’s hand incredibly tight and he eased the pressure at which he was holding her hand. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok.” Robyn took his hand back in hers and linked their fingers together. “You are bound to be nervous.” She ran her thumb over his knuckles. “You probably haven’t really had the time to think about it much.”

“Not at all but I know my heart is racing.” He looked down as Robyn placed her right hand on his chest.

“You’re going to be brilliant. The movie is going to be brilliant.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one calming you down?” He asked. “I promised you I would look after you tonight.”

“And I know you will.” She assured him. “We are there for each other, right?”

“Always.”

Robyn leaned into him again as he swung his arm around her shoulders. Sitting together, they watched the London buildings whizz past, their breathing falling in sync with each other, Taron making lazy circles on her shoulder with his index finger. His stomach was bubbling in serious nerves and his heart was thumping hard in his chest. It was normal excitement and anxiousness he always felt before he had to walk a red-carpet but there was just that added pressure he couldn’t help but feel this time around and with the breaking scandal that morning, he was definitely worried that the media would focus more on that than the movie and he was running over the prepped answers Lyndsey had given him in his mind. He moved to place a kiss on Robyn’s hair and then rested his cheek on her head, her thumbs on his knuckles deepening the pressure she was using. He was comforted by her touch and closed his eyes, taking some deep breathes to counter his nerves. Her thoughtfulness blew his mind and she just had a knack for giving him the most kind and unexpected gifts and his heart was filled with complete bliss and true love for her.

It was the first time Robyn had ever seen Taron this nervous and he was clearly extremely anxious about the imminent premier and she took his right hand in her two and started to massage the back of his hand with her two thumbs, digging into skin over and over, running her thumbs over his fingers too before moving back to his hand, making circular patterns of varying sizes. It stung her right hand a little but she needed Taron to feel somewhat relaxed before he stepped out of the car and his excitement that morning had been ruined by the unexpected media frenzy. She started to hum tiny dancer; hearing Taron join in with her.

“This really should be me calming you down chicken.” He murmured into her hair.

“This does calm me down. I like taking care of you.”

“I have noticed. Always the way.”

Robyn grinned as the fingers of his left hand made very delicate and light patterns on her bare shoulder, his touch spreading a fiery heat down her arm. She continued to rub his hand, feeling strong tendons under his skin.

“Taron we are just around the corner from Leicester Square. Two minutes.”

“Thanks Clive.”

Robyn felt the long breathe Taron took and she lifted his hand to her lips to place a soft kiss on the back of it. “You ok rocketman?” She asked him.

“Yep. Just fine. You?”

“Thought I would have been shitting more bricks but guess I am getting used to this red-carpet thing.”

Taron’s deep laughter filled the car and he cuddled Robyn into his chest. “I am so glad you are here with me Robyn.”

“Me too.”

They could hear the cheers and screams before the car stopped and Robyn lifted her body from Taron’s to lean across him so she could look out the windows. A red carpet lined the length of one side of Leicester Square and behind metal barriers were people gathered four and five rows thick, the fans on the front holding posters and signs. On the opposite side, a line of reporters, photographers and media were gathered ready and waiting to catch a perfect picture of the stars of the movie.

Taron watched Robyn’s eyes as they looked out the window, his hand on her back, waiting for a reaction of some sort from her but she turned to face him with a smile. “No backing out now.” She grinned, Taron chuckling.

“You sure Robyn?”

“I didn’t squeeze myself into this dress and one time use bra for nothing.” She saw the glint in Taron’s eyes. “I am very happy for a pants suit next time.” Sitting back, she placed her hands on his cheeks. “You got this Taron.”

“I am really supposed to be calming your nerves.” He said once more.

“What nerves. I am a pro at this now!”

With another chuckle, Taron smiled widely and placed his hands over hers. “Yes you are.”

Robyn took her hands from his face and gave him a smile and a nod, Taron placed his hand on the handle of the door to open it. The noise of the crowd was so much louder with the door open and giving Robyn’s hand one last encouraging squeeze, he made to get out of the car, closing the button on his jacket once he stood up straight, already seeing the flashes of lights from the photographers. He looked into the car and Robyn had already shuffled over to get out of the car too and he held one hand out to her which she took, placing one foot outside the car before her second and standing up tall beside Taron. Now along with his name being shouted out, hers was too and the flashes doubled. Robyn noticed that Taron hadn’t let go of her hand and she very much appreciated the tight grip he gave her.

“Thanks Clive.” Taron acknowledge the driver as he closed the door.

“No problem Taron. You just give me a call when you want to be picked up, regardless of time or where you are. I will come to you.”

Taron nodded with agreement and turned to Robyn. “So chicken, welcome to my world.” He slipped her arm around her waist. “Not too scary really right?”

Robyn looked to him. “So far no but maybe that’s because you are standing right beside me.” The screams and shouts were quite overwhelming and the constant flashes of cameras were hard to ignore but the comfort and heat from Taron as he stood next to her was keeping her calm, his hand rubbing her side lightly. “I am glad I was eased into your world before this though.”

Taron smiled. “You fit in my world Robyn. You fit perfectly.”

“I swear you two, this matching look is really catching on.” Taron and Robyn turned to look at Lyndsey who walked towards them, looking effortlessly styled in a grey pants suit and light purple shirt. “Robyn.” She gave the young woman a very tight hug. “You look absolutely beautiful. How are the nerves?” She asked as she let her go but held her left hand tightly.

“Roaming around but so far it’s fine. There are so many people here.” Robyn glanced around the carpet which was full of invited guests, all milling around chatting to each other and the media at the barriers. “I think that will actually make this a lot easier than I thought. The focus won’t constantly be on Taron and myself.”

Lyndsey smiled gently. “You are just two of a few who everyone has come out to see.” She then turned to Taron. “And you.” She took Taron in for just as tight a hug. “How are you holding up?”

“I am actually ok Lyndsey.”

“You sure?” She felt him nod.  “Your Robyn have anything to do with that?” She whispered in his ear, feeling him nod again. “Nice dress.” Taron chuckled as he let his publicist go. “Just do as we always do Taron. Smile and pose. Keep cheery and happy. Be there for each other and show everyone that you still don’t let media shit get in your heads.”

The trio laughed, but Lyndsey’s filtered off as she looked past them to the line of cars waiting to let their passengers out. “Taron, your other guest is just pulling up too.”

Robyn tilted her head. “Other guest?”

She watched as another blacked out car pulled up alongside them and could feel a new excitement coming from Taron, watching as his face filled with a large grin. Robyn turned back to the car as the door opened and Tina’s face appeared, Taron stepping forward to take his mam’s hand to help her out of the car.

“Hello love.” Robyn’s face bore a soft smile as mother and son hugged each other tight and for a long time, Tina rubbing her son’s back up and down. Robyn was sure it was the first time Tina would have seen Taron since before he went on his tour and she stood back with Lyndsey, letting them have their moment together.

“Is he really ok?” Lyndsey asked Robyn.

“Yeah he is. He really is.”

“Are you? Been a hell of a week for you too.”

“It has but we have gotten over the hard part.”

“You mean last weekend? I never really did get to thank you properly for what you did for him.”

Robyn turned to look to Lyndsey as Tina continued to hug her son tight. “You did and did many times too. Thank you for taking care of him too. He told me you practically sat on him in Paris.”

“Not quite but close enough.”

“He looks great Lyndsey.”

“Yes he does and now coming back around to you. That mess this morning was completely uncalled for Robyn and I have had a very strong word with the hotel to chastise them for their actions and what happened.”

“I read the statement Lyndsey. You got that out very quickly.” Robyn took a quick glance to Taron and Tina who were now standing close together in deep conversation.

“Of course I was going to Robyn. You have been nothing but a friend to Taron and I was not going to have three jealous girls tear your good soul and nature down because they are envious of your relationship. He was so annoyed this morning.”

Robyn turned to look at Lyndsey. “He was more upset when he got back to me.”

“Well that too but angry at first.”

“I think he had every right to be though.”

“Oh of course. I don’t disagree with you. When it comes to you, Taron will always protect you with everything he has and more.” Lyndsey saw a slight blush in Robyn’s cheeks. “So, are you sure you ready for tonight? Not going to run away Cinderella style leaving a shoe behind? You have the dress to pull that off.” Lyndsey laughed hearing Robyn laugh too. “You like the dress then?”

“I love the dress.” She nodded “And you know, I had told Taron in Paris that I was absolutely shitting myself with nerves for tonight but for some reason I am not actually as nervous as I thought I would be. Of course I still feel a little anxious but I think the media crap this morning just put some perspective on things for me. People are going to talk however they want but I can only stay true to myself and Taron and for some reason that I just can’t understand Lyndsey, the media seem to be right on our side for the most part. So, let them talk. Let the fans talk. He is what matters to me at the end of the day and the only thing that I care about is him. Just him.”

Lyndsey grinned. “And that is why you are the most perfect match for him. He needs someone who doesn’t give a shit about the media, who keeps him calm and loves him completely but also is not afraid to speak her mind.”

“Ahh yes. Taron calls it my fiery side.”

Lyndsey winked. “Bet he loves it and more than he lets on too.” She laughed at Robyn’s slight pout. “Now none of those faces this evening. Smiles and lots of them. Show this crowd that couldn’t care less attitude you have, that you are here to stand with that man who is here to promote this movie because of you and what you did for him all those months ago.” Lyndsey reached out to take Robyn’s left hand. “Maybe stay away from rubbing his nose and the head scratches on camera though.”

Robyn who was trying her best to scowl at Taron’s publicist, smiled widely. “I will don’t worry and he won’t be getting many head scratches this weekend.” She was holding her clutch in her right hand but still held it up to Lyndsey, showing her the dark bruising that marred her skin.

“Don’t lie to me Robyn Quinn. He has to have gotten at least one even with that hand and by that smile, I know he has too.”

“Once Taron is good, I am good.”

“So, I have noticed. He chose this dress, right?” Lyndsey nudged Robyn a little. “I wonder why.”

“Because it is his premier and we had to up the fancy fancy stakes.”

“Sure, his premier. Nothing to do with the extra skin on show?” Lyndsey teased as Tina and Taron finished their private chat and took the steps backwards to stand beside them.

Tina stood right in front of Robyn, a bright smile on her face. “Robyn, you look absolutely beautiful.” She reached for the young woman’s hand. “You who will do anything for my son.” Tina took Robyn in for a very close and tight hug. “Thank you for looking after him. Thank you for being there for him and loving him. Thank you for putting that sparkle back in his eye.”

Robyn felt the tightness of the hug and looked to Taron as his mam embraced her, raising an eyebrow his way. He had been given the same treatment from his mother and after another quick telling off for his reckless behaviour last week, she told him how gorgeous himself and Robyn looked together. He just shrugged his shoulders at her with a grin and mouthed ‘just go with it’ to her.

“Easy to do Tina. He’s a dote.”

Tina laughed at her words. “Sure. Whatever you say Robyn.” She then moved closer to her ear to whisper to her. “He stumbled over his words when I asked him about the dress you are wearing.”

“Your son’s choice.” Robyn whispered, a light tone in her voice.

“Of course it was.”

“It is perfect Tina. Matches his eyes.” She threw in.

“Hmm, matches his eyes indeed. That’s why. Nothing to do with this.” Tina placed her hands flat on Robyn’s back. “Nothing at all. My son is a red-blooded man Robyn.”

Robyn moved her head away from Tina’s shoulder and looked her straight the eye, avoiding Taron’s face from behind her shoulder, ready to change subject. “It is so nice to see you again Tina though I am sure Mari and Rosie were not impressed at all.”

“They are not at all pleased that I get to come along to Taron’s premier and then when they heard I got to see you, well I have been told that because I got to see you, they get to go to Disneyland.”

Robyn laughed as she let go of Tina. “I think I might be on their side and want to go on that trip too and you look beautiful Tina.” Dressed in a wonderfully fitted dark red dress, Tina oozed glamour for Taron’s premier. “That dress is fab.”

“Thank you.”

“So, I know you girls have lots to catch up on and need to make up for the lost girl talk but do you think I could actually walk my red carpet now?” Taron came over to stand with them.

“Your red carpet?” Robyn asked raising an eyebrow.

“Mine.” Taron chuckled. “It is my picture on that very large poster over there.”

Robyn smiled at the boyish grin on his face, his eyes so bright and happy. He obviously knew his mother was coming to his premier and having her with him, gave his whole body a new energy and she could see him almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Well then Mr movie star, we had better get going.” She stepped closer to him and linked her arm with his. She started to walk, giving Taron a little pull to make him walk.

Taron looked to his mam and his publicist and as Lyndsey gave him a little push, he stepped in time with Robyn, a wide grin on his face as they walked the first few meters of the carpet.

“You could have told me your mother was coming.” She said to him as they walked, Taron waving to some of the people standing behind the barrier as he heard his name called. “A little bit of warning maybe?”

“Real last-minute thing and kind of a surprise for me too, to be honest. Guy is at home with Mari and Rosie, who are absolutely not happy about mam getting to come and not them.”

Robyn smiled. “Poor little chickens.”

“Bribed with a trip to Disneyland, no less.” He shook his head.

“Which I am going on by the way. Ariel is my home girl.”

Taron’s deep laughter was covered by the shouts and screams around him. “I think if I brought you home to Aber with me, it would be just as good as trip to Disney.”

“I don’t know rocketman. Robyn and Disneyland together? Sounds good to me!”

He chuckled again as he took her in her honest and genuine smile and unhooked his arm from hers and wrapped it around her waist instead, giving her a slight squeeze. “Ready to get your photo taken?” He asked her as they walked in front of the large Kingman poster and the row of photographers.

“Is your mam going to join us?” Robyn asked as Taron moved to stand at her right side.

“She will but these guys need the exclusive of me and you together first.” He whispered into her ear.

As their names were shouted, Taron and Robyn smiled and glanced to every camera they could. After standing for a nearly two minutes, Robyn could feel Taron getting fidgety so Robyn tickled his side a little, hearing him giggle.

“You want to play that game?” He asked her. “Your back is bare and I know how tickly you are!” Taron ran the tips of his fingers very lightly across the skin above the crystal belt at her waist, feeling her wriggle away from his touch a little.

Their laughter was caught on camera and as Taron went to brush her skin again, Robyn turned around to face him, one of her hands on his chest. “Not the time or place Egerton.” She warned with a full smile. She was well aware of the increase of camera flashes as she stood slightly in front of him and looked over her shoulder with a grin.

“Smile for the camera chicken.”

Robyn turned into his body once more, laughing at the mischievous look on his face and in his eyes. She kept her hand on his chest as he wrapped his around her waist again, the calls for them to pay attention to each individual photographer becoming louder.

“You are asking for trouble Taron.” Robyn said to him through a smile as she moved her hand from his chest to his waist.

“Well they are talking about us anyway.” He replied, giving her temple a kiss. “May as well give them something to talk about.”

Lyndsey and Tina stood to the side watching at Robyn and Taron laughed and whispered to each other, hands touching in places that were much too intimate for so called friends.

“Who will break first?” Lyndsey asked Tina who was watching her son with slightly blurry eyes. She slipped her arms through Tina’s. “You ok?”

Tina nodded and placed her hand on Lyndsey’s. “He looks happy. I haven’t seen him smile like that in a very long time.” She shook her head a little. “She is something else.” Tina’s eyes were glued to the interactions between her son and Robyn and it was so easy to see the spark and genuine love they shared.

“He doesn’t stop talking about her and I don’t know if you know about the head massages?” Lyndsey looked to Tina, seeing her nod. “Ahh so you are well aware of them.”

“Walked in on one when Robyn came to Aber last year. He looked very cosy.”

Lyndsey nodded. “That boy is spoilt.”

“Yes, he is.” Tina agreed. “And he will definitely break first.” Tina answered Lyndsey’s earlier question, with a smile.  She looked as she heard her name being called, Taron beckoning her over. She slipped her arm from Lyndsey and walked over towards her son and stood beside him.

Taron looked to the photographers from under his eyelashes as he held his two favourite woman in the world close to him at that moment before he lifted his head, smiling. His mood had lifted and he was no longer worrying about things that filled his mind earlier. With a deep breathe, he pulled his mam and Robyn a little closer to him, his smile lasting much longer that it normally would during his photocall.

After two more minutes of flashes and increasingly loud name calling, Robyn could only see white spots in front of her eyes. Blinking a few times, she leaned her head closer to Taron’s. “How do you do this constantly?”

“It’s why I normally wear my sunglasses.” He replied to her.

“Think I will go and stand with Lyndsey for a few. You and your mam should have your own photoshoot now.”

“You sure?” Taron let his hand drop from his mam’s waist to turn to face her a little.

“Yeah. She is even more proud of you than I am.” Robyn reached to give his hand a squeeze. “Keep smiling rocketman.”

Robyn lifted her dress a little so it would sit right before she made to walk back to Lyndsey, standing beside her, to the side on the red carpet.

“Had enough?” She asked her.

“Just enough and he has to this all with the rest of the cast too.”

“Premiers definitely require a lot more compared to what you are used too.”

“And it is just the start of the evening?”

Lyndsey was about to reply to Robyn when a loud roar of the crowd disrupted her words and both women looked to the start of the red carpet where Colin Firth just stepped out of his car, waving and smiling. Another car pulled up and the crowd yelled once more as the two more stars of the movie exited the car.

“Feeling overwhelmed yet?” Lyndsey said to Robyn over the noise.

“Maybe a little.” She glanced toward Taron who was now taking his solo shots in front of the poster and it was as if he could read her mind and he caught her look and gave her a small smile and wink. “But I will do my best to take it my stride.”

“Along with Taron’s smiles and winks, right?” Robyn knew she blushed but nodded. “He’s got you in his sight all the time, don’t worry.”

“Right in your sight.” Tina agreed as she came to stand with them.

“Sent his calvary this evening I see.” Robyn grinned as Lyndsey and Tina flanked her side.

The three women laughed, Lyndsey saying hello to Colin as he walked by. “He knows it’s a big ask of you and just wants to make sure you feel completely comfortable, even more so after the media crap this morning.”

“He loves you.” Tina added simply. Robyn felt her cheeks blush once more. “You know I had a lovely conversation with your mam the other day.” Tina decided it was time to change the subject. “She reminds me very much of you. Bright and bubbly.”

Robyn grinned. “I heard you two had finally had the chance to talk. For quite a long time too.”

“Not that long.”

“Nearly three hours I believe?”

Tina chuckled. “We had a lot to talk about. Getting to know each other.”

“Organising secret trips to each other?” Robyn asked.

Tina smiled a little. “I have always wanted to visit Ireland. Now I have an extra reason.”

“Pity I don’t have a guest room.”

“So he does share a bed with you when he goes to visit you. I have been trying to get that information out of him for weeks.”

Robyn’s mouth dropped before she sighed. “Walked myself into that one.” She looked to Tina. “I think since we have met, we have slept in separate beds once?”

“Loves a good cuddle my son.” Tina nodded. “But it was nice to speak to Lizzie. I have a feeling it the start of beautiful relationship.”

Robyn felt Tina nudge her a little and she shook her head. Her mother had been delighted to get the phone call from Taron’s mam and had definitely teased her daughter about her newly admitted feelings, having tried to get that information out of her since St. Patrick’s Day. The mothers had definitely enjoyed chatting and gossiping with each other, planning a visit in the near future.

“Hey what’s that look for?” Robyn was so glad to hear the comforting tones of Taron’s voice as he stood in front of her and she looked up to see a little concern in his eyes. “You want to head inside? Your seat is already reserved.”

Robyn shook her head. “Nope I am good, I promise. Tina was just telling me about the wonderful conversation she had with my mother on the phone.”

Taron grinned. “Been getting nothing but grief over that phone call.” He agreed. “Did you have to pass over the number?”

“Think I could say no to your mam last weekend?”

Sighing Taron agreed but his face turned to a smile. “Photoshoot done. I am going to do the obligatory press now with Lyndsey.” Taron turned to his mam. “If I leave Robyn with you, you promise to go easy on the questions?”

Tina chuckled. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course, but I would actually like Robyn to spend the rest of the weekend with me.”

“I will look after her as if she were my own daughter.”

Robyn laughed. “Go Taron. You know I can hold my own.”

“Against the media sure, but my own mother?”

Robyn gave his chest a little push. “You need to leave now before you get a clip around the ear. We will follow you as you walk.”

Lyndsey stood beside Taron. “There is a lot of press to get through. We had better make a move.”

Tina and Robyn followed Taron and Lyndsey as they made their way towards the row of reporters waiting for their interview slot with the cast of the movie, both standing back as Taron and his publicist made their way towards the metal barrier.

He was nervous about the press junket outside the movie theatre, praying that the questions didn’t stray from Kingsman franchise but at least he knew Robyn was in safe hands with his mam. Taking a deep breathe he moved to stand in front of the first camera directed to his face and gave a smile as he began the first of many interviews of the evening.

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Sunshine City: Two

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. But I do hope you guys like it. If you haven’t watched Kingsman: The Golden Circle, I would really recommend it. I’m pulling quite a bit from the movie for the first handful of chapters and I don’t want to confuse anyone. But if you have any questions, I’ll gladly answer them!

Pairing: (Eventual) Agent Whiskey x F!Reader (No Y/N)

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating For This Chapter: M for Whiskey being Whiskey, inappropriate hand gestures, lusting after your boss, and some dubious consent on behalf of Clara. tldr: finger-fucking a stranger to save the world :)

Read the Prologue and Chapter One!

Louisville was a quaint city—not that she would ever say that to a local. Ginger Ale greeted her as she landed at the airport and had filled her in on the goings-on at the main headquarters and how there was a strange set of explosions in the UK that landed on their radar. After hearing about the “blue” aspect of her and Whiskey’s latest mission, Champ had requested she come down to Kentucky and brief him in person, citing his distaste for mission-brief emails. Whiskey was tasked with keeping the New York headquarters running, as he always did. The lucky bastard. But it was fine. He had nearly strangled her and she still thought he was the most handsome man she’d ever met. 

Something was clearly wrong with her and maybe some time away from his face and crooked smile would help her stop feeling like she had something clawing to get out of her chest every time he looked at her.

(It wouldn’t help. She knew that.)

Their mission in Vegas had been a success—in a strange kind of way. After the men turned blue, she and Whiskey followed them through the club and carried the mission out—with one caveat. They grabbed a vial of blood before disposing of the bodies. There had been a minor shoot out with the suppliers but it was easily handled, too. 

Ginger Ale took the vial of blood and made it a priority to test it as Capri Sun went to Champagne’s office.

“Ginger will probably be able to give us more specifics when the tests are done,” she said as she finished her spiel.

“What do you think it is? What’s your gut say, Capri Sun?”

She wiped a hand down her face and leaned against one of the chairs at the long table. “Something’s going on, Champ. People turning blue? The explosions in the UK? All of it feels…off.”

Champ opened his mouth to say something else but his personal intercom buzzed and Tequila’s voice rang out. “Champ, we’ve got some stragglers on the tour. They’re lookin’ to get inside the cask vault. British by the sounds of it.” He paused. “They’re using some tech to get through our biometric scanners.”

Cap looked at Champ to see him arch an eyebrow. “Ten bucks says they’re here for Butterfly Guy.” 

“Bring ‘em in, Tequila. Real quiet like,” Champ ordered.

“Ya got it, boss.”

As the line went dead, Champ crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at her. “The butterfly guy, huh? You reckon that’s what they’re here for?”

“Three bombings at nearly the exact same time in the UK and the next day two Brits show up here, where we’re housing a one-eyed amnesiac spy? Yeah.” She shrugged. “Call it a hunch.”

‘The Butterfly Guy,’ as he was dubbed after waking up a little less than a year ago, was a fodder for a fair bit of gossip at all of the Statesman offices. It isn’t every day that a Brit, obviously involved in intelligence in some capacity, gets shot in the head outside a zealot’s church after a spike of low wave frequencies catch Ginger’s eye. The fact that he was obsessed with butterflies just made him even more of an anomaly. Agent Seltzer thought he was some sort of double agent from MI-6. Agent Absinthe thought it was a ploy from some terrorist organization to infiltrate Statesman HQ. She didn’t really care either way.

Champ huffed with a smile. “We’ll see, Cap.”

They spoke a little more about the Vegas mission before they heard the intercom buzz again—it was Ginger, quickly relaying that the British intruders did seem to know Butterfly Guy but were here for a completely different reason…supposedly.

She turned as she heard the elevator chime on the other side of the door.  “That’s my cue. I’ll see you later, Champ.” 

“Don’t go too far, now,” he said as she started to walk away. “Whiskey’ll probably need ya when I talk to him about Vegas in a minute.”

She nodded and let herself out, dodging Tequila’s swat that he aimed at her shoulder. Tequila had been the man in the alley all those years ago. He was friendly and sweet, if not a little brash, and she considered him a friend. But the other man at Tequila’s side caught her eye. He looked her over with a critical and quizzical gaze before the Statesman agent all but shoved him into the room and the door slapped shut behind them. Her phone quickly ate all of her attention as she brought up the cameras the doggy daycare had set up throughout their shop so owners could check on their dogs. Bela was currently gnawing on a tennis ball as a golden retriever licked at his ear.

She hated leaving him alone so much. Hated it. He was such a good boy and she loved him so much that she actually asked Champ if she could bring him to Kentucky whenever she came down.

It was a firm no—apparently Tequila had accidentally let loose his fleet of basset hounds in HQ a year before she joined and Champ had to instate a no-pets policy because of the damage they caused. It was a shame, really. She thought Champ would really like Bela.

She checked her email, too, responding to Agent Grenadine’s plea for help. She was a newer agent and still needed a bit of guidance when it came to the more finite details of missions. Whiskey had slept with her within a week of Grenadine being assigned to the New York office. He never waited long, it seemed. And she didn’t really blame him—Grenadine was young and beautiful and vivacious. And always “down for a night of fun with no strings” as she had so eloquently put it. Perfectly Whiskey’s type.

And why was she thinking about that right now?

She shook off the thought and rubbed at her eyes before she pocketed her phone.

The door opened and Tequila came out with a huff.

“The Brits getting on your nerv-” The words stalled in her throat as she saw the blue crawling up his neck and across his face. It was exactly like what she had seen on the targets in Vegas. “Tequila? Oh my god.” Her hands reached out to touch him and winced as he all but crumpled into her grip. “What is happening? What did you do?”

“I-I…fuck, Cap. I don’t even know.”

Her thumbs brushed against his cheeks with a frown. “Go to Ginger. She’ll sort you out, I’m sure.”

Tequila’s smile was small. “I’ll be right as rain by tomorrow.”

Y/N nodded, not believing it, and watched him go with a sigh.

The man from earlier slipped out the door with a sigh of his own. His eyes found hers. “You Capri Sun?”

She held out a hand for him to shake. “Everybody calls me Cap. You’re Galahad or whatever?”

“Call me Eggsy,” he said as he shook her hand.

“Eggsy. Fewer syllables.” She crossed her arms over her chest as they dropped their hands. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yeah, uh, Whiskey says you’re coming back with us. He’s sending a jet?”

She groaned.

                                                       **

“I’ve got a surprise for you, Sunny,” Whiskey said as Eggsy stepped out of his office to make a call. 

She crossed her arms with a sigh. It had been hours since they landed back in New York and she was tired. They had been formulating a plan to meet ‘Clara,’ the ex-girlfriend of some Kingsman cast-off who had ties to The Golden Circle cartel who was possibly responsible for the blue rash. Clara was all over social media with her plans to attend the Glastonbury Music Festival. The fact that there was another independent intelligence agency named Kingsman was really the least alarming information she’d learned that day—apparently there was a guy walking around with a robotic arm capable of hacking entire security systems.

She needed a nap before they loaded up to head across the ocean in an hour.

But Whiskey’s smile continued to grow and he buzzed for his assistant to, “bring him in.”

The door opened and she turned to see little Bela wiggling like crazy in the poor woman’s grasp. His entire body seemed to shake when he spotted her and happy little barks escaped him.

She quickly pulled him into her arms and let him lick all over her face. It had only been two days since she’d dropped him off at daycare but he always greeted her like she had been gone a year. “Hi baby. Hi hi hi. Yes, I missed you, too.”

Her fingers pushed through his thick fur as Bela finally settled in her grip and propped his head against her shoulder. She pressed a kiss to his one ear as she smiled. But then it dawned on her: Whiskey had definitely witnessed all of that. A giant crack in the visage she had sculpted. Fuck.

She slowly turned to face him and scowled at the shit-eating grin splitting his face. “Now, what’s a guy got to do to get a welcome like that?”

“Be a one-eared corgi,” she replied drolly.

“C’mon now, Sunny. I had to call in a big favor to have Vanessa pick him up and bring him here without you. That doggy daycare has some stringent guidelines about who can pick up a dog, by the way.” He placed his hands on his hips and they cocked to the side as they so often did. But he was still smiling. “I think I should get something.”

She sighed and Bela nosed at the underside of her jaw. “Thank you, boss. That was very kind of you.”

“And?”

“And that’s all you’re getting.” His smile fell the slightest bit and she bit back a grimace. In truth, it was the nicest thing someone had done for her in a long, long time. Letting her indulge in a little time with her dog before having to fly across the world was definitely spoiling her. And her traitorous mind had to remember how broken Whiskey had looked when he had realized he had wrapped his hands around her neck. This was probably just an I’m-sorry-I-tried-to-kill-you-while-asleep gift. But it didn’t feel like that and she really needed to stop lying to herself or get better at it. “I really do appreciate it, Whiskey. I don’t like being away from him for so long.”

“You really love the little guy, don’t’cha?” He stepped forward and let Bela sniff his fingers before petting him. Bela’s stumped tail quickly resumed its body-shaking wags when Whiskey instinctively found his soft spot. “I guess he’s cute.” The teasing lilt to his voice almost made her smile again.

“Yeah, he’s my favorite.”

“His name’s Bella? Italian for beautiful.”

“No. Like Bela Lugosi. The guy who played Dracula.”

Hearing his name, Bela licked at her face.

“Never took you for a monster movie fan,” Whiskey said, continuing to pet her dog.

“My brother loved them. Bela Lugosi, Boris Karloff—if they were in the movie, he made me watch it. But this little guy didn’t look like a Boris. So, Bela it was.”

“Your brother?” Whiskey asked, trying to catch her eye bet she kept them firmly on her dog.

“Yup.” And that was all the answer she gave, her heart a little heavy already. She hoisted the corgi a little higher and Whiskey pulled his hand back. “I guess I should get him back to the daycare before we take off.”

“Vanessa can handle it.”

She nodded and walked to the door and spoke to Vanessa and pressed a series of kisses behind Bela’s ear before the assistant walked away with her dog in a careful hold. Her shoulders slumped as she watched them go. “Thanks for letting me see him. I know you think it is stupid-”

“I never said that, Sunny.”

She hummed, filing away her small bit of melancholy, and turned back to face him. “So, why’d you want me on this gig? I thought you’d be able to handle a pretty girl at a music festival on your own.”

Whiskey opened his mouth like he wanted to say something before shutting. His broad shoulders rolled. He turned back to his desk and settled into his slick black leather chair. “I don’t trust the kid.”

“Eggsy? Why?” She thought him a little cocksure—but she also dealt with Whiskey on a near-daily basis.

Whiskey shrugged. “Call it an instinct.”

She settled into the chair across from him with a frown. “And you thought bringing me along would do what exactly? Stab him in the back before he stabs you?”

He huffed out a laugh. “Maybe.” The leather of his chair creaked as it leaned forward with a smirk. “Maybe I just think you need to let loose a little and a music festival can do that.”

Rolling her eyes at her boss wasn’t really an option so she settled for blinking very slowly. “That’s kind of a waste of company funds, boss.”

“You are absolutely no fun.”

“People are dying.”

“All the more reason for you to come along.” He tilted his head to the side with another smile. “Please?”

She let out a slow breath and mulled over her options. She could call Champ and say she wanted out. It would be the first time she handed over a mission to someone else and each agent gets one pass. But then she could never get out of another one again. And it was just a music festival. Right? “Fine. But only because one of my favorite bands is playing at the festival.”

His smile grew and it twisted her stomach. She shouldn’t let him sway her this much. But the surprise (and probably illegal) visit from Bela did soften her resolve. And maybe watching him seduce someone else would actually—finally—put a stop to her silly feelings for the man. So far, she’d avoided any and all social functions that would let her see him scoping out another fling for the night. And yes, it did make her a little bit of an outcast within the social circles of Statesman. But she was only there to do a job anyway. Save the world. Pet her dog. Go to sleep when she had the chance. She didn’t need anything else.

“I’m glad you’re coming along, Sunny. I wouldn’t have anyone else.”

Dammit.

                                                     **

Finding out that Eggsy was dating a Swedish princess would have been hilarious if Whiskey hadn’t insisted on picking Eggsy up in a fucking Bronco that had the most obnoxious horn known to mankind. Eggsy helped her put the VIP band around her wrist with a small smile. He was a good kid, she decided. A little rough around the edges. Definitely cocksure. But genuine.

She tried to focus on that and not how she caught Whiskey’s eyes trailing up her thighs in the rearview mirror.

She had dressed to blend in at Glastonbury. Tiny shorts, a fringed, low-cut top, and Hunter rainboots. If it worked for Kate Moss, it worked for her.

But the heated gaze she’d caught from her boss almost made her squirm in her seat.

Thankfully, they arrived at the festival grounds without too much trouble and she focused on the passing greenery instead of the eyes she felt on her skin. They spoke about the tracker and the need for it to stick and the two men, of course, made frequent innuendos about the size of their dicks as she tried very hard not to commit murder by bludgeoning them both to death with her rain boot. The music was thumping through speakers, songs overlapping from the various stages and creating a raucous thrumming as they approached the VIP bar. She watched the various attendees pass by. It really was colorful. Some guy was wearing a pair of leather wings and drinking next to a girl in head-to-toe tie-dye.

“I say we both make an approach. Whoever gets on best, goes for it.” Whiskey said. “Sunny will make sure the target doesn’t ditch us before we can plant it.”

Eggsy rolled his eyes. “Well, it doesn't have to be a competition, bruv. Why don't we just go up to her, shake her hand, pat her on the back. Whatever, you know. Job done.”

“The hand is not a mucus membrane, Eggsy. Neither is the back. They teach you anything at Kingsman?”

And she had to laugh at that, despite Eggsy’s absolutely offended face.

“What are you talking about?”

“We need a mucus membrane, Eggsy. Remember?” she supplied, trying to be helpful.

“Our trackers are designed to enter the bloodstream. They circulate harmlessly, providing full audio and GPS.” Whiskey’s pointer and middle finger curled and swirled as he spoke and she had to look away for a moment, knowing exactly what he was implying with that motion. Heat coiled in her stomach. Now was not the time to be thinking about getting finger-fucked by her boss. But the senior agent caught her eye anyway and winked as his fingers curled again and she would swear she could almost feel those phantom fingers. But, she set her lips into a firm line and his smile fell.

Eggsy’s jaw went to side as he mulled their words over. “Mucus membrane. That's like up the nose, isn't it? What the fuck am I gonna do? Stick my finger...” She watched as realization dawned on him. “It's not just inside the nose, is it?”

“No, Eggsy, it ain't. Fuck.” Whiskey shook his head. “All right, I'll take the first crack. Watch and learn, buddy.”

As Whiskey sauntered up to the bar, Eggsy sighed. “Is he always like this?”

She nodded, sagely. “Yes.” But her eyes quickly focused on Whiskey and listening in on their conversation. But her stomach quickly dropped as one horrible pick up line after another spilled out of his mouth. Did he really just ask her what band she was in?

Good god. How did she find this man attractive?

“Eggsy, for the love of God, please go rescue that poor girl.” She nudged him toward the bar and he all but dragged his feet with a scowl but it quickly morphed into a cocky grin when Clara spotted him.

She really thought she had saved the mission. Really. But then Eggsy was just as bad as Whiskey, it seemed, at picking up women. How did he manage to woo a Princess with those lines? It eventually devolved into both Eggsy and Whiskey passive-aggressively trying to one-up each other and Clara quickly had a hoard of drinks she didn’t want or order sitting in front of her.

She couldn’t roll her eyes hard enough at the two men peacocking in front of the poor girl and decided to salvage the mission on her own. She wedged her way between Clara and Eggsy with a sigh and ordered a water as her fingers plucked the tracker from his pocket. Her eyes slid over to Clara to see her already looking in her direction. Perfect.

                                                     **

It hadn’t taken long from the pair of men to realize they’d been all but dismissed by Sunny and Clara and they both retreated (Whiskey to the other side of the bar and Eggsy to the VIP entrance to make sure Clara didn’t leave) to spectate and make sure she didn’t blow it with Clara, too. But Whiskey knew she wouldn’t. Her records were clear. She never missed a target. He wasn’t sure what had thrown him off his game so much. Usually he’d be retreating to a shadowed hallway or an empty room by now with the target ready and wet for him.

Maybe it was the perfect set of legs he’d already spied. His Sunny always looked good. Always.

But she’d never come on a “tracking” mission with him before and he could feel her eyes on him the entire time.

Whiskey watched, a little entranced, as Sunny had the target eating out of her hand within a few moments—and then literally eating out of the her hand as Sunny pushed an ice cube between Clara’s lips with a giggle he’d never heard her make before. Her thumb dipped into Clara’s mouth with the ice and she slowly pulled it out only to lick the water from her skin with a smile.

Something definitely stirred beneath the zipper of his jeans.

Clara leaned close and let her fingers trail down Sunny’s arm as she whispered something into her ear. Sunny then bit her lip with another smile and nodded, grasping Clara’s hand in hers. Even from a distance, he could read her lips, “lead the way.” The pair of women slipped away through the crowd and Whiskey had to lean against the bar to hide what surely was the erection of his nightmares and daydreams as Eggsy walked up to him, a relieved little smile on his face. “She really saved us, mate. She’s a good one, ain’t she?” The kid settled in the empty stool beside him.

“Yeah, kid,” Whiskey muttered as he waved down the bartender. “She’s a good one.” He ordered a whiskey neat before discreetly activating and raising the volume on the earpiece so he could monitor Sunny. He knew Clara wasn’t much of a threat—not against the likes of his Sunny, anyway—but he just wanted to be sure.

The earpiece hummed for a moment and recalibrated before he caught the tail-end of some sort of whispered flirt.  “You’re so pretty for me.” There was a soft answering noise and then a shuffle, like a dress being pulled off. “So pretty.”

“God, you’re mouthy,” Clara said. “I love it.”

“Get on the bed,” Sunny said and he imagined Clara scrambling to do as she was told and then Sunny climbing over her. His mind drifted, for a moment. Was she like this with everyone she brought to bed? Sounds of some illicit act buzzed in his ears as he thought of her lips, her fingers…

“Look at you. So wet. I’ve barely touched you.” His Sunny laughed.

“Oh please,” Clara whined, high and breathy. “Please.”

Whiskey glanced at Eggsy to see him squirming in his seat. He tapped the kid on the shoulder and then snatched the earpiece right out of his ear. “The fuck?” Eggsy grumbled.

Whiskey just pocketed it and ordered another drink.

Clara was moaning now and there was a distinct wet sound that he knew all too well.

“Oh! Right there! Fuuuuuuuu-there!”

Sunny laughed again but it sounded muffled. “You almost there? Yeah, I think you are. Just about covered my hand—leaking all over me. You’ve made a mess.” Sunny sighed and the wet noise grew faster and faster. “Come on, gorgeous. You can come for me.”

The zipper of his jeans was becoming increasingly more cumbersome and he took a healthy gulp of the liquor. He shouldn’t be picturing her making those sounds. Shouldn’t be wondering what she sounded like with his fingers buried deep. Shouldn’t be thinking about what she would taste like on his tongue.

But he did. And it wasn’t the first or the last time.

Clara’s moans turned into a staccato of whimpers and groans that grew and grew until she wailed.

Sunny hummed—he could tell she was smiling. “I knew you’d be beautiful when you came.”

Clara panted and there was a soft sound of a kiss. “Your turn?”

“Mm, no. I just like seeing pretty girls come.” Another kiss. “But thanks for the offer.”

“God, you are just a walking dream, aren’t you?” Clara asked, all breathy and smitten.

Whiskey finished his drink and paid. The rest of the conversation between Clara and Sunny was a hum in his ears as he left the bar and Eggsy quickly followed.

“Think she can teach me her tricks?” He joked.

“Nah, kid. You either got it or you don’t. She just has it in spades.” He walked toward the tent but slowed to a stop just out of reach so as to not look like they were lingering. He gave it a moment, and then another. Sunny walked out of the tent with a smile and licked her fingers. Mission accomplished.

A/N: Welp. There’s that. I will try to have the next chapter up in less time than it took for this one to get published. Please tell me what you think!

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[PART 5] S A N ⇲ royal series au

RECAP: san is king of eden, you’re queen of elos under one nation along side 7 other lone kings. you stop by the kingdom of serene with seonghwa’s not-so-happy reaction to the announcement of your coronation. two lovely king brothers decide to pay you a little visit when you do get home not long after.

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“How was your trip, darling?”

Exhausted and feeling extremely restless from the 9 hour long journey back to Serene, you couldn’t help but glare at the chirpy early bird who smirked as you were escorted out of your carriage.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, we’ll be leaving for your Elos soon. It’s only an hour more.” He adds in spite of your annoyed expression.

“I’m going smear that smirk on your face right off if you don’t get me a glass of water in the next 10 seconds.”

“Already done.”

The thick eyebrowed Serene king whips out from behind his back a tall glass of purified water and you gawk at him in appreciation.

“You know me too well, King Park.”

“Mhm.”

You take his offering hand as he leads you inside his simple castle, a home cozy for a lone bachelor like himself. You glance at him while walking through his empty corridors, seeing the dark bags that had grown under his eyes and the tired look he sent forward despite his normal kingsley aura.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him as you find settling place in his study.

He sighs. “Hongjoong and I have been receiving threats against your kingdom and are handling it accordingly. I don’t want you to worry about a thing, okay? I’m fine.”

“I know enough to handle it myself.” You assured him, hand strongly gripping the rests besides you. “And it seems as though the rest of you as of late is losing too much sleep over the matter. I’m quite capable, Seonghwa.”

He chuckles at that running his frail long fingers through his midnight colored hair. “Enough of that. How was Aurora? I’m sure Mingi treated you well.”

“He is a force to be reckoned with that King Song.” You smile at the thought of Mingi forgetting Seonghwa’s lack of trust in you. “But I’m more surprised at King San’s commodity. Im afraid you’re right. He is kinder than meets the eye.”

“Oh?” He laughs in shocked amusement. “Is that so? When you left Serene you were no more than disapproving of keeping the man company.”

“I can see why you hold him in such a regard. I didn’t realize how out of touch he was with everybody else. As if he’s fragile and a little bit afraid. Like a child? He’s lost and though he looks capable.. I’m not sure his mental state is.”

“San was anything but the ordinary when we were young and still the same today.”

“Still annoying, a pain in my side, yes.” Feeling defeated, you sigh. “But I find him very honest when it comes to being around me.”

You think of his smile. The one time you ever saw it.

“And what’s this I hear of a coronation ball? My men can’t stop running their mouths if whether or not it’ll be open to our Kingdom’s clergy.”

You raise an eyebrow at Seonghwa’s curiosity. “It was Yeosang’s idea to bring forth the date. They think the sooner the celebration, though in midst of my father’s wake, would rile up high contenders for a husband.”

“I don’t. In fact, your coronation was to be in 60 days. No more no less of that. We had an agreement.” He seemed firm on that making you sink back in your chair. “Yeosang has no right to implement his opinions in your life. Neither the others. If it’s not Hongjoong, I forbid it.”

“And how about your’s, King Park?”

“I am your closest thing to a guardian.”

You narrow your sullen eyes. “Then you know I need a husband. You said so yourself.”

“Arranged with a man I see fit to wear a crown beside you.” Heated from the conversation, he clasps at his own arm rests. “Y/n, at your weakest, is not the time to find a suitor at random to take over a Kingdom’s reign. That being Elos— yours. Which is one of our strongest. You need a King.”

“There are many across our nations, Seonghwa!” You stood upon his stance. “What is wrong with choosing a prince of that sort. I see no difference when we all have the same anatomy.”

“I see what’s fit for you. And a prince in a far off land is too fanatical.”

Realizing in his nervous and abrupt defense, you knew now the reason why he didn’t want you searching on your own.

“You’ve already found me a suitor, haven’t you?”

A moment of silence rages upon the both of you and blasts your fury in red— the only color you see at the moment.

“I can’t believe you.” You take it upon yourself due justice to gather your belongings and quickly flee the room, Seonghwa following quite hastily.

“Mingi is a fine suitor and you know it.”

Your eyes widened in horror and you whip around to slap him across his beautiful face. Though his astounding reaction gave you more ill will.

“Mingi is also my friend and a king of a beloved kingdom.” He snaps his eyes, glaring appalled by your sinister action clearly not fit for a queen. “If I had known you wanted me to marry King Song I wouldn’t have agreed to making a trip to Aurora. King San included— how could you punish him for nothing at all?”

He huffs in utter shock. “You’re defending him?”

“I’m defending myself.”

“Must I remind you, his innocence regarding your father’s passing is still in question. Don’t forget that.”

“For the topic at hand, that matter doesn’t seem too important to me right now.” You hiss back, mind blurred over anger and disgust.

“Y/n, you need to marry a man who will benefit your kingdom and serve you the right of a loving husband. Where does Mingi lack?”

“In my loving judgement.” You snap. “I love him as a friend and nothing more and so with the rest of you. I will find a husband I seek worthy and I want you to be at my side to support me on that. Do I make myself clear, King Park or do I need to elaborate once more?”

His throat bobs and he swallows down the anger with a twitching glare. You relieve a heavy breath, jaw clenched and so with your fists.

“If Mingi desires my hand in marriage, he will earn it. Just like anybody else would.” You let down your furious tension and look to him pleadingly. “Please forgive me, Seonghwa but I want you to be by my side for it all. Despite your monarchic views.”

“He knows nothing.” He presses his lips firm and reaches for your hands. “Don’t meddle him about wanting to marry you. He’s only confided his feelings with me. There was no arrangement otherwise, alright?”

“I know you care about me. All of you. But let me live my own life as well.”

He lovingly sighs leaning down to gently kiss you on the cheek, his lips hovering over your ear.

“I can only do of what I’m capable.”

“Queen y/n~ your dates have arrived for the evening.”

You turn around in midst of being measured for a coronation gown, two familiar looking brothers walk into your bedroom. They beamed with loving eyes before charging at you like red eyed bulls.

“YUNHO! WOOYOUNG! PUT ME DOWN!”

These two will be the death of you.

When you came face to face with the different faces of the Jung’s, you panned in abstinent glee. Yunho flicks at your hair, Wooyoung holding his thumbs and index’s up in a form a square with you inside of it.

You roll your eyes and cocked a hand at your hip. “What are the both of you doing here?”

“Well since you were so adamant about pushing the date for your coronation ball, Seonghwa requested us to ready you ourselves. That includes dress picking.”

You scoff in annoyed displeasure. “An ‘I miss you’ would’ve sufficed.”

“Personally, I miss you. My brother doesn’t speak for me.” Wooyoung came from behind you in the mirror and held his hands to your bare shoulders. “But you really don’t have to appease to the things Yeosang suggests.”

You look at yourself in the mirror before glancing at the two kings behind you.

“The one thing I could do for my father is serve his place. And letting a husband of mine enforce new ideals to my kingdom scares me.” You turn around to face the more practical one of the two. “Maybe Seonghwa was right. Maybe I will make a weak ruler. But I sure as hell am gonna try to make my kingdom trust me enough to get better at it.”

“Are you entirely sure being crowned in front of the other kingdoms’ clergy would serve a better outcome for you?” Yunho was concerned. Sat up feeling uncertain for your well being. “Your safety could be compromised, y/n.”

“My safety’s been compromised as soon as my father died.” Your eyes are icy when glanced in between the duo.

Yunho, the idealist of the two only smiles in attempt to assure you.

“Now are you guys really here for my opinion or are you here because Seonghwa sent you?”

Wooyoung chuckles at that. “Always an observant, Queen y/n.”

“Seonghwa sent us to verify your invitations.”

“For heavens sake–“

“Y/n it’s our duty to ensure your safety, ours and your kingdom’s as well, is it not?”

You exasperatedly huff shaking your trembling hands in fury. “Yes but that doesn’t mean meddling in my affairs. This is my Kingdom and I will do what I please.”

The boys press their lips together almost in obedience. You understand they mean well and know they have no intentions of hurting your feelings but it’s still something you didn’t want. You didn’t like that your life was being chosen for you, dictated for you. And you admit, running a Kingdom alone was difficult but you knew you also didn’t need their help when finding a husband for it. This coronation somehow becoming more of a crowning rather a search for your King.

“Boys, I know you love me to death and you’d sacrifice even your lives to protect me but know that I am well fit to run my own life if not the Kingdom’s, yes?” You stand across them putting your arms over your chest. “If Seonghwa pleases, I’ll talk to any kingsman he throws at me. But if I do fail at choosing a right suitor then I promise I’ll take the hand of the man you all please for me. For the sake of the kingdom.”

“We’re only concerned for you, y/n.”

“Then you can concerned over choosing my dress for the occasion.” You run your hands over your silk robe. “That’s something I can’t seem to decide on my own.”

Wooyoung who was momentarily uninterested by the subject at hand, shoots up from his seat with puppy dog eyes. “Really? Really?”

“Yes, Wooyoung. Really.”

“Good. Finally something you’re willing to let us choose.”

p.s rough edit

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a/n: we seeing some major san x reader content soon. I’m excited lmao