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eoinmcgonigal · 45 minutes
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I'm just looking at that bit and it's delightful that Paddy's learnt how to push Georges' buttons, but also how Georges looks very much like he's going to put Paddy in his place. And I bet he could.
(I wonder if the Piano Incident TM could have been avoided if Georges was there, and could tell what was bothering Paddy. Or, hell, even realise his men are getting kinda rowdy and reign it in a bit)
Also let's just skip over the fact that Georges is another one who doesn't come back :')
@roseszirnheld yessssss ship them with me!! My only point against Georges/Paddy is that Paddy doesn't deserve someone who thinks he should be locked in a cage, but at that point they hadn't talked, Georges knows fuck all about why Paddy is the way he is, and was looking out for his own men. He is smart enough to know how to (interrupted by fic idea hang on, jotting that down) navigate things.
And also Paddy's impressed little 'not bad' when Georges jumps. There's respect there, unexpected but there. I enjoy that moment.
The main conflict between them is that Georges is looking out for his guys, and Paddy is like lithium in water. Paddy might not agree with Georges taking the 'French' side, but he can also respect that Georges defends his men in the way he thinks is right for them. His comment about coming round to the idea that some of them are good men could be said with Georges in mind. Paddy is viciously loyal. Even he if clashes with someone over that, when he cools off I bet he can respect it in his opposite.
Also, Georges thinking 'isn't anyone going to tame him?' and not waiting for an answer before doing it himself
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SAS: Rogue Heroes - 1.01 // 1.06
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SAS: shitposts 279/∞
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eoinmcgonigal · 2 hours
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can i please request andre/johnny and "a kiss only meant to last a moment, but when your lips meet, you can't pull away from each other"?
Of course you may! André/Johnny is one of my secret pairs whomst I love.
From these kiss prompts.
Johnny slings his arm around André’s shoulders, squeezing his neck with affable cheer, and leaves it, lithe and loose, as they watch the rest of the game unfold in front of them, laughing with careless freedom at the indignant shouts, as a ball is hurled first in one direction, then the other, bouncing sharply off the side of someone’s head and into another’s waiting catch.
A hand slaps lightly against his waist with no less affection, before it drops to pull a pack of cigarettes from a pocket. Johnny shakes his head at the unspoken offer when André holds one out and turns back to watch the others at play. As it is lit, he can feel the inhale on the inside of the forearm, Andre’s hair tickling over wrist as he presses back into him. The acrid smell of smoke rises in a cloud around them both; Johnny tastes each puff of it clearly on his own tongue. 
The sun, so easy to ignore in the height of the scrabble, feels too heavy on his skin now and he steps back into the shade, loosing his hold and sinking down onto the low edge of a wall. After a moment, André joins him there too and lets his hand lie on the stone, just behind his back. There are few places private here, and none untouched, but there’s something sheltered in this spot, like an oasis rising and Johnny can’t help himself but smile, leaning to brace against the arm behind him. His eyes close with a sigh.
“Feels like a holiday,” André murmurs, “don’t you think.” 
Johnny nods. “It’s hard to believe we’re out here for any other reason.” 
There is nothing else for a long moment, only the steady inhale, exhale of André’s smoke and the sound of a game that feels suddenly very far away. Johnny lets his eyes open again and tilts his face to look up. He finds himself met with an intense, thoughtful gaze, and if the day had not warmed his blood so thoroughly already, thinks he might burn with the raw tenderness on display. André’s voice lowers further into a quiet whisper, that even Johnny has to strain to hear.
“It suits you,” he says. “I don’t think you know how beautiful you look today.”
It is nothing, nothing at all for Johnny to shift, to rise himself on his arms and press a small, chaste kiss against André’s mouth.
He means it as a gentle peck, a brief and thankful moment of fondness, but then André is opening to him, cigarette smoke and unhurried desire, and he finds himself curling, curling up and curling in, sliding his own hands around André’s waist until he is all but tucked up close against the other man’s lap and kissing him with an ardent fervour that is returned and returned and returned until they break apart, dizzyingly close and grinning helplessly at each other.
“Oh, perhaps maybe you do,” André allows.
Johnny doesn't know when he will be able to let him go again.
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eoinmcgonigal · 6 hours
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Also yes omfg so funny Georges with his 'my men are like wild dogs on leashes' and they turn up well turned out and all 'we're taught not to question orders' we did not get to see feral Free French we were robbed
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eoinmcgonigal · 6 hours
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@roseszirnheld yessssss ship them with me!! My only point against Georges/Paddy is that Paddy doesn't deserve someone who thinks he should be locked in a cage, but at that point they hadn't talked, Georges knows fuck all about why Paddy is the way he is, and was looking out for his own men. He is smart enough to know how to (interrupted by fic idea hang on, jotting that down) navigate things.
And also Paddy's impressed little 'not bad' when Georges jumps. There's respect there, unexpected but there. I enjoy that moment.
The main conflict between them is that Georges is looking out for his guys, and Paddy is like lithium in water. Paddy might not agree with Georges taking the 'French' side, but he can also respect that Georges defends his men in the way he thinks is right for them. His comment about coming round to the idea that some of them are good men could be said with Georges in mind. Paddy is viciously loyal. Even he if clashes with someone over that, when he cools off I bet he can respect it in his opposite.
Also, Georges thinking 'isn't anyone going to tame him?' and not waiting for an answer before doing it himself
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eoinmcgonigal · 7 hours
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Thinking a lot about Them (Johnny/Reg)
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SAS: Rogue Heroes out of context
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eoinmcgonigal · 22 hours
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That's all the requests that were in my inbox btw! So if you sent one and I haven't answered it, it might have been eaten
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Eoin McGonigal (Dónal Finn) in SAS: Rogue Heroes Season 1 Episode 2
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— Cursed Bread by Sophie Mackintosh
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eoinmcgonigal · 22 hours
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Bill/Augustin for ‘trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover is kissing your neck, making your head spin’ please!
Of course!! Thank you for the request <3 (and this could be canon AU, but I was inspired by your Regency AU XD)
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Bill squirms, letting out a sweet little noise that makes Augustin smile.
“Oi!”
“Mm?” Augustin questions, gently grazing his lips against the spot that has Bill wriggling in his seat again.
“I’m trying to write a letter!” Bill huffs.
He is, and he’s not doing very well at it, but it’s hardly Augustin’s fault. It’s not as if Bill is really protesting, and, as he doesn’t seem to have any problem with what Augustin is doing, Augustin can see no reason to stop.
“Is it difficult?” he asks with playful concern, pausing to taste Bill’s skin.
Choking on a gasp, Bill shifts, making a squeaking noise. “You’re distracting me!”
Augustin hums, lazily drawing his lips over the lovely curve of Bill’s neck. “Shall I stop?”
That shuts Bill up. He clams up, going rigid until Augustin’s kisses undo him again. “I’m not getting anything done.”
“Do you need to?”
Shivering as Augustin gently sucks at the tender skin beneath his teeth, Bill struggles to find his voice. “Yes.”
“Keep going, then,” Augustin smiles.
But Bill doesn’t. After another few moments he clearly gives up, huffing and leaning back in his chair, exposing his neck fully to Augustin’s attention.
Knowing he’s won, Augustin wraps his arms around Bill’s chest, and savours his prize.
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eoinmcgonigal · 22 hours
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me again! 😈🤣
could i also ask for "your lover pulling away from a kiss to ask you to marry them" with whatever pairing you'd like!!
thank you again! <3
Welcome back >:D
You absolutely can! I hope it's okay that I've done Mike/OC. I don't think he or Jim have been requested, and for some reason an OC just felt right.
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He pulls away from the heat of the kiss, trembling as his words softly graze against her lips: “Marry me.”
Sarah giggles at the thought, wrapping her arms around Mike and kissing him again. There are other things on her mind. She makes sure they are on Mike’s too, drawing him back into what they were doing.
It’s only afterwards, as she gathers her shirt and is buttoning it back up that he breaks the comfortable silence they often share.
“I meant it, you know.”
Sarah looks towards where he still lies on the bed, sprawled in a tangle of sheets and limbs like he always does. The words take a moment to register, her heart skipping a beat as she realises that he was serious. He meant it.
She has to look down. She didn’t realise that was something they could have—that it was something he wanted. It had seemed like an amusing, fleeting notion.
Her hands falling to her sides, Sarah goes slowly towards him. She knees, the mattress dipping beneath her weight as she settles on her side, facing him. “You truly…?”
“Yes.”
Wetting her lips, Sarah wonders if he can tell how fast her heart is beating. “Ask me again?”
He doesn’t—not immediately. Instead, he shifts closer, his hand caressing her cheek and drawing her in. The kiss is gentle, and sweet, everything she’s come to love about the side of himself he trusts her with.
The kiss breaks, and this time when Mike meets her gaze there is no questioning his sincerity.
“Marry me.”
With a trembling smile, she nods: “Yes.”
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eoinmcgonigal · 23 hours
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hi!!! for the kissing prompt post: eoin/paddy + standing on your tip-toes, frustrated that you can't reach your lover's lips
Hihi!! Thank you for the prompt!! I hope this amuses (it was fun thinking about it XD)
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“Eoin,” Paddy whines, and it only makes Eoin chuckles as Paddy tries to use all his weight to pull him down, hanging off of his lapels.
Paddy, even going up on his tip-toes in an attempt to get what he wants, is far less amused. “The fuck is wrong with you?” he demands. The denial is starting to sting. All he wants is a kiss, but all Eoin seems to want to do is have a laugh at his expense.
“Enjoying myself,” Eoin beams.
“Well”—Paddy tugs at Eoin again, finding it all incredibly unfair now—“I’m fucking not. Give me kiss, you wee shite.”
Ignoring the fact that, of the two of them, Paddy is the wee-est, Eoin chuckles at the demand. “You haven’t said please,” he teases.
Not giving in, Paddy glowers up at him. “I’m not saying ‘please’, you—Mph!”
He’s silenced by a kiss, startled by the almost bruising abruptness of it that rankles, before softening with a chuckle and locking his arms around Eoin’s neck. The utter bastard and his oh-so-clever games. Paddy’s going to get him back for that.
Later, though. Right now, he has more important things to be doing, and they deserve his whole, undivided attention.
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eoinmcgonigal · 23 hours
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hi hi!!!
can i ask for "kissing your lover so gently, worried that if you pull away for just a second, they might disappear" with your modern scots bill x johnny au?
thank youuuuu <3
Ooooh I love this AU! Thank you for requesting it! This one is a bit angsty, I hope that's okay ^^
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Nothing could have prepared him for the fear that comes with loving someone like this. Bill has no point of reference to help him deal with the terrifying fact that their goodbye this morning could have been their last. He’s lost people before, but so long ago that it is fact, more than memory. His grandmother, when she passed away a few years ago, was old. Old people die. Young people shouldn’t, but when they do it’s always someone else it happens to, someone Bill might have known and perhaps miss, but not need in his life the way he realises he needs Johnny. Johnny was, in his mind, untouchable. The unthinkable never occurred to him until that awful phone call two hours ago from Mel.
He can’t stop touching Johnny now that he’s with him and knows that he’s safe. He can’t stop kissing him, his touch gentle in case he hurts Johnny, while at the same time he can’t bear to pull away. He thinks of all those moments he’s wasted, all the time they’ve spent together where he didn’t fully appreciate what he has, and he silently promises himself he’ll never take their time together for granted again. He’ll never waste another moment.
He pulls back when Johnny touches his cheek, his fingers oddly cold. His other arm is immobilised, and he looks groggy as he tries to focus on Bill, hopefully a side-effect from the anaesthetic and not anything more serious.
“You’re really here?” The question come out slowly.
“Aye,” Bill says softly.
Johnny tries to wet his lips. “Are you going to stay?”
His words are slightly slurred, clearly an effort. Bill tenderly strokes Johnny’s dirty hair back from his forehead, seeing how important the question is to him. He nods in answer, kissing Johnny softly before finding his own voice. “Of course Ah am. Fae as long as ye want ma tae stay.”
“Forever?” Johnny asks, his eyes growing heavy.
“Forever,” Bill agrees.
A moment later, Johnny is unconscious again, and Bill steps back as the nurse he pushed the button for comes. She tells him he’s just sleeping, that he needs his rest, and she’ll be back in fifteen minutes.
Settling at Johnny’s side, Bill takes his hand and gently kisses it, determined never to let go, and not to disappear either.
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eoinmcgonigal · 1 day
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Could I maybe also ask for some Pat/Andre? (Tis a rarepair/crack pair, I know)
Oh but it's SO FUN! This prompt seemed perfect for them too...
your lover pinning your arms above your head, telling you to stay quiet
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It’s just getting good, the warmth between them as they kiss making Pat moan as he grinds against André. He wants André closer, to feel André’s weight pinning him to the wall they’re up against, and reaches for his lover’s hips, trying to pull him in.
Without breaking the kiss, André gives a low, almost warning growl, his hands closing tight around Pat’s wrists, claiming them. He brings them up, leaving Pat gasping and they’re pinned above his head, the kiss faltering. He gasps again, moaning and shuddering right down to his core as André bites at his lower lip, sucking on it and then letting go.
“Keep quiet,” he’s warned.
With a soft laugh, everything else about him on thrilling edge, Pat happily squirms beneath Andre’s weight. He half-heartedly tries to pull his hands back, but finds them held fast. “Why?” he challenges. “Who’s gonna hear us?”
André leans in, his voice dangerously low. “Hush,” he demands, and then silences any further challenge by kissing Pat just as hungrily as before.
Relaxing, and not bothering to try and hold back the moan that is drawn from him by the position he’s in, Pat grins a little. They’re not that loud. He knows that. He’s just starting to realise that André likes telling him what to do.
Whether or not he listens is another matter entirely.
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