#baby eggsy

[cuppachar]

I just did a binge (re)watch of 'The Smoke' with a baby Taron Egerton and now I really want to write a whump-found-family-redemption-hurt/comfort-fic where Kev basically becomes Asbo's pseudo dad.

(so depressed that there's none for me to read already

What do you mean there's no fics where Kev witnesses or deals with Gog's terrifying psycho-pathological physical and coercive control over Dennis/Asbo?)

This boy did not get enough hugs in this series

#the smoke #dennis severs #dennis asbo severs #kev allison #taron egerton #jamie bamber #hurt/comfort #gog #george #sam gittins #binge watch #re-watch #baby eggsy #baby taron #whump #found family #asbo deserved more hugs in this #writing #fic

[eriklehnsherrr]

drunk and thinking about him <3

#its eggsy unwin #that's my BABY

[tedthetalk]

Hmmm ok finished. Final thoughts is that is absolutely hit the goal of “good/decent for a sequel” and actually came very close to matching the original buuuut I really don’t like how they (spoilers) just kind of wiped out the entire legacy & stuff of kingsman? Imo that’s not something you ever do all the way for a series like this and honestly the whole movie would have worked better if it were a 3rd or 4th installment instead of a 2nd one. Really really good though

#also eggsys mom & baby sister should have been in it and i really don’t know how I feel abt the Swedish princess subplot LOL #constellations

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Come Home

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x fem!reader

Warning: angst, fluff, smut, talk about unknown mission, anxiety, nail and skin biting, making out, p in v, dirty talk

Summary: Eggsy can't tell you what his next mission is going to be. Your worry drives both of you a little crazy.

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The kitchen felt so small as you paced it up and down. You bit your nails and the skin around it. A habit you tried to unlearn. But the person who could keep you from biting yourself was the same person who was packing his bags for a new mission. A mission he was not allowed to talk about.

Eggsy was upstairs while you paced. He was worried too. About your well-being. He wasn’t allowed to talk about his mission which would make you go a little crazy with worry. He was finished packing and went down the stairs. From over the railing, he could see you pacing the kitchen. Your beautiful face contorted into a worried expression.

He came into the kitchen and stopped your pacing by gripping your shoulders. “What’s the matter, luv?” His worried expression mirrored yours.

You sighed as he looked down at you. “Your next mission.” You looked down at the floor. Eggsy’s face changed to confusion. “What about is bothering you?”

“You always tell me what will happen at your mission. Or at least you tell me the details you can reveal. But this time, every time I asked you, you say it's classified.” Your voice becomes shaky.

Eggsy sighed deeply. He pulled you into his arms, tightly embracing you and holding you to his broad chest. “I wish I could. But no one in the agency who isn’t involved in the mission is even allowed to know. That’s how important this mission is.”

Your head moved under his chin onto his chest. “Promise me you won’t be reckless and you will listen to Merlin.” Eggsy softly chuckled. His hand moved over your back in a moving motion. “You know I follow Merlin’s instructions to a T.” You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. Eggsy sighed. “I try not to be too much of a hero.” He kissed the top of your head softly.

“I love you, Egg.” You moved closer into your boyfriend’s arms. “I love you too. You won’t notice me. The day you start missing me is the day I will be back. Wrapping you in my arms.”

A smile etches itself on your lips. “What if I missed you already yesterday?” Eggsy huffed out a laugh. “You are wrapped in my arms, are you not?” He raised his eyebrows. You just nodded softly.

“When will you be back?” You looked up at Eggsy with a soft expression. “I am not sure. Maybe two days. I promise I call you when I am flying back.” You nodded again. Your head was deep in thought. Eggsy took your cheeks in his palms and softly caressed them.

Your eyes wandered up. “Can you make love to me before you go?” Eggsy’s eyes widened for a bit before he pulled you closer to him, a grin etching on his lips. “Of course, my love. Let's go upstairs and get comfortable, shall we?”

He pulled you up to your shared bedroom. The clothes were shed with lightspeed. Hands were roaming each other’s bodies. With a soft grip, Eggsy picked you up and laid you on the bed. You made out for a little while. Calloused hands running over your soft skin.

He moved behind you. With a tight grip on your hips, he slowly moved inside of you. You mewled softly as he was deep inside of you. Eggsy groaned behind you as he moved out of you. Your walls squeeze him tightly. “Shit, baby. You are so tight.”

Your boyfriend was biting and sucking hickeys onto the skin of your neck. “Sweetheart, can we do-“ You nodded immediately. “Yeah, let me just turn.”

Eggsy sat up and let you move on your hands and knees. He kissed down your spine before softly biting into the flesh of your hip. “God, your ass.” He groaned softly as he caressed your cheeks. A sharp slap made you jolt and gasp. Eggsy grinned.

Your hands fisted into the sheets of your bed. The room's temperature was rising as Eggsy’s thrust grew stronger. With every thrust your soft mewls became louder, turning into soft moans. “Sweetheart, am I safe to come inside you? I forgot the condom.” You nodded. “Took the pill this morning and no outflow. We are safe.”

Eggsy rutted faster into you from behind. His peak is approaching fast. He snaked his arm around you to touch your clit. With soft circles, he brought you closer to your end. “Shit, sweetheart. I don’t want to finish before you do.” He moaned out. His fingers sped up.

Your body began to shake as you neared your orgasm. Your moans turn into screams of your boyfriend’s name. Eggsy smirked as he felt you squeeze him impossibly tight. Your arms gave out under you as the dam broke and you finished. Eggsy followed close behind. He thrust into you with three powerful thrusts before releasing inside you. The twitching of his cock made you shiver, which made your walls tighten a bit. “Shit!” Eggsy hissed out. “Everything okay, Egg?”

The man in question nodded softly. “Peachy, sweet cheeks. You just squeezed me while you shivered. I’m a bit sensitive right now.” He moved out of you and softly laid you on your back.

With a soft kiss to your lips, he excused himself to the bathroom, coming back with a damp washcloth to clean you up. He caressed your inner thighs with a soft touch while cleaning you up. You jerked away a bit, feeling the oversensitivity yourself. “Sorry, sweetheart. I am nearly finished.”

After cleaning you and himself up he lay down and enveloped you. You turned to face him, softly kissing his nose. “Promise me you will come back to me and JB. Promise me, Gary!” Eggsy looked down at you. He knew you needed him to confirm your request. You used his birthname, which you only used when he did something stupid, you were annoyed at him or when things got serious.

He sat up a pit, leaning over you. He caressed your sides. His fingertips move along your rips not going further than under your boob. “I promise you I will come home in one piece. I call you as soon as I am on the plane home.” He looked you deep in the eyes. “I love you too much to make you cry because of me.”

Eggsy kissed you deeply. He pulled you to his chest. Hand splayed on your back as he held you to his chest. You fell asleep in his arms. He held you to his chest and waited until you were fast asleep before he got dressed in his bulletproof suit and went on the mission. You woke up to a message on your phone. “Sweetheart, I love you. Coming back home in two days. I promise you. I’ll come home.”

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[shieldedreams]

a little dream come true (e.u.)

summary ⇾ eggsy remembers just how he met you–be it chance, be it fate–and remembering it every now and then brings a smile to his face (yours too) details ⇾ 1,715 words / eggsy unwin x data-analyst!reader / gn!reader / 🌸 fluff / merlin being the biggest shipper of you two (we do not talk about the golden circle...)

the kingsman headquarters grow quiet in the thick of the night, as it always does. eggsy finds himself down one of the hallways, making his way towards a specific office to find his favorite person. he slows down when he passes by a door that looks familiar. backtracking a couple of steps, he looks through the small window and the sight refreshes his memory. his memory of when he first met you.

heavy breathing. loud ringing in eggsy’s ears. he can’t hear or think straight. he’s about to lose his god damned mind from all this intense training but he knows he’s got to get a grip. he’s made it this far–top two–there’s no fucking way he’s stopping now. he came so close to being ran over by a train; if he can pass that, he can surely pass this.

he finds himself in a small room with nothing but a person tied to a bomb. there’s no door, no window, nothing. he’s torn in this situation, unsure of how to go about this when it seems like there’s only one path to doing what’s right. he’s gone as far as to make sure you’re safe but the only thing left is the bomb to diffuse. as far as his prior background experience goes, he’s only got thirty seconds to spare. there’s no way out, no form of help apart from his conscience and the bag over your head to cover your whimpers.

he manages to grip onto your shoulders, telling you to find your way out as soon as the bomb goes off and that it wasn’t your fault. none of this was. though he knows you can’t comprehend it with the onslaught of tears and whimpering, eggsy’s said his piece. he throws himself with the bomb as far away from you as possible despite the lack of space to begin with.

with his eyes clenched shut and quivering lips along with the image of his mother and baby sister in his mind as his fading thoughts, the impact... comes in a form of a sweet voice cooing him from his imagination. he flinches when the bomb stops ticking and instead of exploding him to bits, it... shuts down? he blinks a couple of times to make sure he isn’t dreaming but when he comes face to face with you, the bag now off of your head, eggsy sucks in a breath.

“congratulations, eggsy unwin. you’ve passed the test.”

his brows are furrowed, accepting your hand up to his feet as he blinks at you, “w-what?”

a doorway suddenly appears, the simulation-like room disappears to a simple bedroom with wooden walls... as they remain contained in a glass cube. it clicks in eggsy’s mind that everything wasn’t real, though his heart giving out just may be it.

he still doesn’t know what to say, how to react. a part of him thinks this isn’t real but when you lure him out of the glass box, towards the bed, he immediately flops down to take a seat. with a small smile, you offer him a cup of water he accepts, still confused but he knows an explanation is coming as you take a seat next to him. 

he appreciates how you allow him to take a couple of breaths first. though, he’s uncertain if it’s because of what he just went through that’s making his heart somersault like this or if it’s the proximity between the pair of you. it doesn’t help that he’s able to look at you up-close, watching you watch him. it’s... a weird feeling. comforting, yet it’s making him nervous.

“as a kingsman, it’s important to put others before yourself. in that moment, when you decided to take the bomb with you and step away as far from me as possible, you’ve passed the test.” 

eggsy chugs down the water, eyeing the bag on the glass floor he’s certain was over your head. you chuckle when you match his line of sight. “oh, that’s transparent, by the way. i could see everything.” you reach to take his emptied cup when he looks like he’s done with it. your fingers brush over his gently, almost electrifying his body upon contact that he tries not to flinch. he’s obviously failed when you snort.

“i’m sure merlin will give you brownie points for positive reassurance. not many would know how to comfort another right before their demise.” you rise to your feet. “he’ll be here in–”the door cracks open and it changes the course of your intended sentence–”right now, as it seems,”

“there’s my favorite member of staff,” merlin greets, stepping in just as you turn to face him, “y’know, i’m sensing a little bias here.”

merlin gasps, “me? biased? no, can’t be.” the two of you laugh it off, leaving eggsy very confused but he doesn’t interrupt just yet.

“i’ll be off then. congratulations again, eggsy.” you raise the cup at–”merlin,”

he salutes you playfully, “y/n.”

when the door closes along with your leave, that’s when merlin notices how quiet eggsy has been. merlin carefully sits next to the young man, patting his shoulder, “you alright there? not quite like you to be stumped over something like this when you were more than ready to get run over by a train.”

the first thing that eggsy asks is: “who was that?”

merlin chuckles, pulling his hand back from eggsy’s shoulder, “that’s y/n. they’re one of our top data analysts but they’ve got some experience from field. they saved me once, hence, the reason why they’re my favorite but don’t tell no one, alright?”

eggsy nods quietly, still staring at the direction you left. he notices he’s quiet when merlin has this shit-eating grin on his face, clearly understanding that you left an impression on him.

“if you say anything about this, i will personally chop your balls off, merlin.”

“oh, i wonder why would you do that when i could give you a reason to see them?”

“...merlin, if you’re serious i will love you forever.”

merlin was indeed serious. that day was the first unofficial date you went on with eggsy merely minutes after meeting him for the first time. eggsy still remembers it like it was yesterday despite it being a couple of years ago. the fond memory lives in his mind and–”best have someone familiar in your mind when you look through that specific window.”

it seems you’ve snapped him out of his reverie when his shoulders flinch just a bit. he turns to you, that cheeky smile forming from a small one, to a wide grin as he makes the move to walk towards you. despite being in public, eggsy has never shied away from showing you his affection.

his hands almost immediately reach for your waist, even if you try to swat them away with we’re in public! his response is always nah, don’t really care, and you feel the security wrapped around your waist and the adoration kissing the side of your head as eggsy hugs you. although it’s late in the kingsman headquarters, it doesn’t mean that it’s completely empty. there’s a potential risk of someone coming by (even though the entire bloody corporation knows by now) and it still makes you shy every now and then.

you’re about to succumb into his embrace, until a peek over eggsy’s shoulder allows you to meet with–oh–”not in the hallways, kids. pack it up and move somewhere private.”

with a muffled huff, you’re about to push eggsy away but he remains firm, locking his arms around you as he calls off to merlin who promptly walks past, “oh piss off, merlin. don’t act like you weren’t rooting for us in the beginning.”

merlin looks like he’s about to let it go, but he backtracks so that he can get a glimpse of you, “oh yeah, forgot to tell ya, lover boy over here has been head over heels since day one. and i’m not talking about the first date.”

merlin only sticks around enough for it to hit you, and then he’s winking at eggsy before he’s off. when it’s just you and eggsy again, you turn to face him and he’s effectively avoiding eye contact, arms shifting around your waist.

“is he talking about your test? that’s the first time?”

you watch as eggsy’s mouth open and close a couple of times, before he musters up: “l-look, merlin’s just talking straight out of his arse–”the slight raise of your brow and small pout is all it takes for eggsy to crack”–and–oh for fuck’s sake, yes. that’s the first time!” you press your lips together to stop yourself from laughing, it’s harder when eggsy pulls away with a scoff.

“might’ve been gassed out of my mind but i know a pretty thing like you when i see one. just so happens it’s one that makes me feel all sorts of things even before i get to know them.”

patiently, you wait until he’s done with his little rant and he notices you’re waiting. oh, how polite. he looks at you with a sigh, “go on, make fun of me already. call me a hopeless romantic and all that bullsh...”

eggsy only processes what had happened when you’re a couple of steps away. sure, the two of you have kissed and gotten intimate plenty of times already since getting together but it’s the small moments like these that truly create an uproar in the butterflies in his stomach. your hushed giggle, the soft yet urgent kiss planted to his cheek, that giddy buzz that surrounds you as you quickly pull away. it’s... the smallest things that rile him up the most, and it’s working.

“again...” he says, now walking towards you as you walk away, “again! come back here!”

you squeal as you try to make a run for it, eggsy hot on your trail as he chases you back towards your office. merlin scoffs a laugh as he’s waiting for his coffee from the machine nearby, shaking his head but well-aware he’s the reason for all of this to begin with. he’s mighty proud when he gets his drink, making his way towards his office and notices the happiness radiating from both eggsy and you down the hall.

#eggsy unwin #eggsy unwin x you #eggsy unwin fanfic #eggsy unwin x reader #kingsman eggsy #eggsy unwin fanfiction #eggsy x reader #soz idk what this was #but it was in my drafts and whenever the word count is there it usually means its done??? #so its done LOL #ANYWAY #here it is <3 #:) #hope any eggsy lovers out there still can enjoy this! #<3

[ladystardust-thinks]

high-achiever - e.u.

Request by: @stilessbaseballbat

Hello! Can I request an imagine with Eggsy where him and the reader are appointed to train the newbies, but they become too competitive and split the group in two - One is Eggsys group and the two the readers. They make a bed which group will pass the Kingsman training? (you can choose who wins and what the loser is going to have to do)

Eggsy Unwin x Fem!Reader

A/N: It hasn't been long since I got that request. Sure. I totally didn't have it in my wips since forever. Anyway, I feel a little boring because of the choice I made on who wins but eh it's okay. It was like 4am. I'm proud of the OCs though 'cause I think they're pretty lovable. (aka I love them and they're my pretty little babies so you also have to love them, no pressure.)

Any feedback, is good feedback!! Correct me on anything you think is wrong.

word count: 2.1k

Tags/Warnings: She/Her pronouns!!, Jealous Reader if you squint really hard, kinda ooc eggsy?, OC x OC, reader is an overachiever, bad writing? English is not my first language, I learned it entirely out of social media, mention of a dog being shot (but not really), mention of reader having a dog (again, only if you squint.), Use of Y/N

"Gawain! Get up!" Eggsy's voice echoes loudly through the woman's house as he swings all the curtains wide open. She winces at the sudden light and curses the boy through her teeth.

"Y'know Galahad, I have heard rumours about people saying good morning as a greeting. Also that is a total violation of privacy. Do you know that? It's important to me that you know that." The girl whines shoving her tired body towards the kitchen, pouring coffee in a mug.

"Good morning, Gawain." Eggsy pauses. "Alright, now, the trainees list just came in and Merlin told me we are to train them. So take a look at it." He pushes the papers towards her and she takes a sip from her coffee, not making an attempt to take the papers. She looks up at Eggsy like he had killed her whole family.

"Why are you all that excited?" She asks rhetorically, not waiting for an answer. "Well, first of all I've been there and it's interesting to see newbies in my position and second of all it's going to be something to add to my successes. I'm high already but I am aiming higher."

He answers in a matter-of-factly tone and sits opposite to the girl. "What makes you think you are going to be all that good at it. I mean I am going to be there sure but-" She was rudely cut off.

"Are you implying you are better than me, Gawain?" The agent says slowly with a smile forming on his face.

"I wasn't implying anything, actually. I thought that was obvious. But before you rudely cut me off and-" She grunts in annoyance. Yet again being interrupted. She didn't like being interrupted.

"Then we can put it to the test. Drink your coffee and get dressed we are going to HQ." He states and starts wandering around the house, almost too comfortable, opening her closet and pulling out her suit, throwing it on her bed.

"You're doing it, again! I don't really appreciate that! And how did you even get inside my house? I never gave you a key. The door was locked, the lock isn't broken. What the bloody hell! You can't just sneak in like that." The woman complains kicking Eggsy out of her room as she starts to change her clothes. "We are Kingsmen, Gawain. Nothing is ever locked." She heard him say behind the door.

***

The newbies were in their cabin and they looked terrified in this sort of fun way. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if she also looked that terrified her first day at HQ. No. She thought. She was too confident. Her friends and family were sure, that was going to be the death of her. She was always sure of herself. Always. She had always been competitive.

Her parents still teased about stuff she'd do when she was little, like crying when she'd land on someone else's property while playing Monopoly.

They didn't even pressure her into all of those academic successes, she just did it.

The competitive part of her - if not her only part - is also what brought her where she is, doing something that Merlin, probably, wouldn't really like. But just like there wasn't one bone in her body that wasn't competitive, there also wasn't one that wasn't a winner.

***

"Do we get to choose who's in our team?" She found herself whispering at Eggsy while the newbies conversed with one another. "If you have your eye on someone that you think would make it easier, then no." He answers nonchalantly.

"Damn it." She swears under her breath, disappointed. "But we could choose eachothers teams. Like I choose yours, you choose mine." He murmurs.

"Okay. Then I'm giving you Marie." She says checking the document in her hand to make sure she got the name right. "Why Marie?" Eggsy asks, genuinely curious. "I don't know she seems annoying, she'd talk your ear of and get you distracted."

"Oh. Well that's good, because I actually think she's quite-"

"Then no." She changes her mind and shakes her head, her eyes still at the trainees looking over the cabin like lost puppies.

The blonde smirks, he marks his coworker's initials next to 'Marie Brown' on his own document. "Marie?" He says looking at the group of people right in front of him, searching with his eyes for the short redhead. "Yes." She speaks up. "You're with Gawain." He states.

The girl sprinted towards the, not-so-thrilled, agent excitedly. She smiled with all her teeth and squealed, standing tall, next to her.

She threw a sarcastic, tight lipped smile smile her way, then turned to look at Eggsy, the grimace never leaving her face. He just tried to hide his giggles under his breath and smiled, looking only forward because he knew if he turned to look at the woman's expression, he'd break down in laughter.

Marie grasped her mentor's shoulder proudly and Y/N's eyes widened but Eggsy's ability to hold his laugh was only getting worse. She nudged his rib with her elbow and coughed. "Okay, Elliot, with Galahad." She marked the initials G.U. on her document and let a breathy laugh out.

His eyes widened and his eyebrows went up, he turned to look at her and Elliot walked over to him. "Hello, sir." He sniffed and put his hand out for Eggsy to shake. His voice was shaky. Eggsy looked at him, then back at his sweaty hand and shook it.

Elliot let go from Eggsy's hand and wipped his hands on his uniform, fixing it and clearing his throat, as he walks next to Eggsy.

"He does realize that we are almost the same age and I am not his teacher, right?" The agent turns to Y/N and she snorts shortly. "Dont be mean," she says quietly "that's my job." She continues.

"Well, this is going to be fun." Eggsy mumbles under his breath. Suddenly regretting ever planting the idea of a bet in the girl's head.

***

"Okay, so." She clapped once to get the attention of the newbies. "The next days are going to be full of missions and tests, but you have to keep two things in mind. Always listen to your mentor and of course always look at the bigger picture. You're going to be in danger, multiple times through out this training process. If you look too closely you don't think practical, you think hypothetical. And a Kingsman doesn't have time for hypothetical."

Eggsy found himself staring at the young agent while she spoke with such loyalty and dedication. There was always this on going banter between them, about who is better at this or that, little things. But it had been amusing for him how she took everything so seriously, like she just had to win. Even if that was just an unserious game of rock-paper-scissors. He couldn't help but wonder why she was so competitive, with everyone but especially him, at most times.

That being the only trait they had in common.

How competitive they both were.

In general they we really different, she was serious most of the time and she always went by the rules, more logical than emotional, she'd always follow a good piece of advice. Eggsy was a free-er soul, he is emotional, he gets attached really easily. A smart-ass if she's ever met one. And he had this weird hero complex she could never understand, this 'I'm saving the world.' kind of attitude. She wanted to wipe that smirk of his face, bring him down to earth, shout 'We're all saving the world here!' at him.

***

"Hello there." Agent Gawain told the newbies, wet like cats, seeming miserable.

"What the hell was that?!" Hayley whined, a trainee from Eggsy's team. "That was your first quest, and if it was hot in here you'd be thanking us now." He answered the blonde girl's question.

"What was surprising, something that has never happened before, was that all of you failed. We had to drain the water so you don't drown." Y/N told her trainees. They all looked at eachother awkwardly, ashamed, as the experienced agent put her hands over her chest disappointed.

"Are you kidding me? We almost died for your stupid training and we get scolded like we're little children? I am not dealing with this crap." She got her luggage from under her bed and pushed through Galahad and Gawain so she can leave. Eggsy grimaced, his nose scrunching and his eyes squeezing shut. "She left." He heard a familiar whisper from next to him. "I know." He said. "Okay. Hopefully by the next mission we won't have anyone storming off." He turned to the rest of the group.

***

It had now came down to the final choice. The two final trainees for the decision to be made were, ironically enough, Elliot and Marie.

The trainees were both at different rooms, one across from another. Agents Gawain and Galahad were both leaning on different walls, one across from another.

Both waiting nervously to hear the gunshot from their trainee's gun. The woman made a clicking noise with her tounge as the man constantly tapped his foot against the metal floor. "Nervous, Galahad?" The agent asks the blonde. "Never, Gawain." He answers.

Gunshots are heard from both rooms and the agents let out a breath they didn't know they had been holding, realisation came to them immediately and they locked in eachother's eyes. "Does this mean...?" Eggsy started. "I think so? It hasn't happened to me before." Y/N says confused and both Elliot and Marie come out of the rooms.

"I almost shot my Barney..." Marie says to her mentor with wide eyes, holding her dog close to her chest. "Yup I know, he's alright, Mar." Agent Gawain hugs her trainee, remembering how it felt to even think of shooting Stevie when she went through her own training.

"I- Me too." Elliot says, still shocked. She sees Eggsy over Marie's shoulder, as he sighs, grimacing yet again, questioning and giving two hesitant pats on Elliot's back she couldn't describe as confrontational. She laughs on Marie's shoulder and Eggsy rolls his eyes at her.

"Okay. I mean. Good news is...you're both Kingsmen now. And you have your dogs!"

Y/N says letting Marie go.

"Congratulations on your dedication."

Marie and Elliot start talking and Eggsy discreetly takes his coworker away.

"So it's tie?" He whispers.

"I guess so." She shrugs.

She looks back at Marie and Elliot. Elliot awkwardly laughs as he makes a depressing attempt to touch Marie's arm and she giggles putting some of her hair behind her ear.

"Well that's akward." She says and Eggsy follows her eyes and also looks at the, now, young Kingsmen.

"Let the kids be. They're living their love."

"You're making me have a mid-life crisis before my time, we're like two years older than them."

Eggsy sighs theatrically. "Yes, but they feel like my kids already. Look at them opening their wings."

Gawain rolls her eyes.

"Must be sad for you. Now you can't make a move on Marie." She says sarcastically.

"I just said that so you wouldn't put her on my team. Marie's not really my type."

"What's your type then?"

"I don't know. Witty, smart, boring agents that can't bare losing?"

"Sounds very specific for the sake of 'not knowing'."

"Familiar too doesn't it?" A proud smile plays around Eggsy's lips as he is staring at her.

"Yeah, it does. Thank god my type is annoying, funny, immature agents that I just can't get off my back." She grins.

"I'm pretty hard to get rid of. Would you break a rule, Gawain?"

"Only if I am to break it with such good company, Galahad."

I would love to read your thoughts, i hope you enjoyed the story. Have a gorgeous day. Mwah!

-Shad

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[morallyinept]

A full character analysis on AGENT WHISKEY from the film KINGSMAN: THE GOLDEN CIRCLE

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to learn more about the character. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO'S CHARACTERS ANALYSED

FULL CHARACTER STUDY:

Basic Details:

Full Name: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels

Nickname(s): None, real name Jack Daniels

Appears in: Kingsman: The Golden Circle, 2017 (first appearance seen at approx. 47:41)

Age (if known): 42 - (Although this was the age Pedro was himself when he filmed his scenes, and Whiskey's DOB is listed the same as Pedro's, 2nd April 1975, so his age may be incorrect. This was found via Whiskey's character Wiki page, see the bottom of this post for the link.)

Nationality: American, from Kentucky

Sexuality: Straight

Family: Former sweetheart/wife and unborn baby boy

Spouse/Partner: None, however he did have a "sweetheart" who died when she was out getting groceries and was caught in the crossfire of a robbery. It is claimed she was his wife, but he never refers to her as his wife or girlfriend in the film, only as his "sweetheart"

Relationship Status: Single/possibly a widower if he was married

Current Living Status: Deceased - Death by meat grinder

Languages Spoken: English

Education: Not confirmed, however as Whiskey is a secret agent, he would have had substantial training with Statesman. Assumed would have had school/college education as minimum before joining/recruited

Occupation:

Job Role/Title: Senior Statesman Secret Agent/Spy

Special Skill(s): Master marksman with guns, skilled with a lasso/whip, combat training, espionage and spy experience, can pilot aircraft

Notable Colleague(s): Eggsy, Galahad, Champ, Tequila, Ginger

Distinguishing Features:

Tattoo(s): None

Piercings: None

Scar(s): Mark/scar on left temple by left eye from being shot at point blank range by Agent Galahad

Other Markings: Freckles on neck

Eye Colour: Brown

Prominent Feature(s): Moustache

Injuries: Whiskey is shot in the head at point blank range, left side temple, by Agent Galahad, but is saved and revived by an alpha gel nanite pack. He's left with a mark/scar on his lower temple, right by his left eye. He is later killed by being pushed into a meat grinder, head first

Hair Colour: Brown

Whiskey's mark/scar from being shot at by Galahad:

Personality:

Traits: cunning, adept, clever

Whiskey appears to be from Kentucky, based on his American accent and where Statesman is based in the film.

Whiskey is against any mercy being shown to helping cure the people poisoned by Poppy's drugs, due to his own story of loss and grief due to drugs. His sweetheart/wife was killed whilst out grocery shopping by two meth addicts, who held up the store. She was also pregnant with his baby boy at the time.

Whiskey is a master marksman; he is adept and can shoot at moving targets with precision, barely missing. He can do tricks with his guns such as spinning them around his fingers.

Whiskey's whip/lasso can be turned electric and can cut through almost anything, including metal.

It is apparent throughout the movie that Whiskey harbors some sort of dislike for Ginger Ale. He has voted against her several times to become a field agent. This has never been explained or really explored in the film. Fan theories suggest it's because he is trying to protect her from being in the field due to what happened to his sweetheart/wife. Other theories suggest he is resentful that she couldn't help save his sweetheart/wife with the tech they have at Statesman; he later tells her that she didn't fix Galahad properly, hence why Galahad shot at him: "well I’m guessin’ you didn’t fix him right!" The real reason for Whiskey's distaste of her however, has been left open to interpretation. Later, after Whiskey's death, Ginger is promoted to an agent, and is, ironically, assigned Whiskey's code name.

Whiskey sees himself as a charmer with the ladies, telling Eggsy to "watch and learn, kid" when he attempts to smooth talk the target at the festival. He ultimately fails.

When we first meet Whiskey on screen, he is based in the New York office of Statesman, and is referred to as a senior agent by Champ, indicating Whiskey has been with Statesman for a long time and has plenty of experience and leadership skills, and is one of their best agents.

Fashion/Outfits:

Outfit 1 - (Opening scene in New York office) Black suit, white shirt, textured tie, Stetson, Statesman aviator spectacles

Outfit 2 - (Picking up Eggsy & festival scene) Black leather jacket with brown under collar, white round neck t-shirt, dark blue jeans, black wellington boots, Stetson, aviator sunglasses, brown studded Whiskey flask belt, watch/tracker on left wrist

Outfit 3 - (The bar scene) Blue wool blazer, dark denim jeans, brown boots, white shirt, blue polka dot tie, Stetson, brown studded Whiskey flask belt

Outfit 4 - (Statesman HQ scene) Brown wool blazer, white shirt, black/blue and white striped tie, Stetson

Outfit 5 - (Mountain scene) Blue snow suit, blue gilet, white turtle neck vest, black leather gloves, Stetson, aviators, black snow boots

Outfit 6 - (Piloting jet) American Flag helmet with name 'Whiskey' printed on it, denim jacket with brown lapels, grey denim look shirt, aviators

Outfit 7 - (Final showdown scene) Denim jacket with brown lapels, dark denim jeans, grey denim-look flannel shirt, brown boots, Stetson, brown studded belt with Whiskey flask, brown leather knife sheath and gun holsters on belt

Accessories: Aviator sunglasses, brown Stetson, watch/tracker on left wrist, silver engraved mini Whiskey hipflask belt buckle, which is detachable and he drinks from it

Weapons Used:

Weapon(s): (Exact weapons pictured below)

Whiskey has two Colt single action army 5.5 artillery model .45 long colt pistols that were custom designed and made for the film, and silver barreled. They are sheathed in a dual gun holster leather strap, embossed with the Statesman logo.

Whiskey has a whip/lasso that he can make electric, which has the power to cut through thick metal

Whiskey also has a knife with a thick brown handle, that he uses in the final showdown fight with Eggsy & Galahad

Modes of Transport:

Vehicle(s):

Whiskey drives a 1970 Ford Bronco with white top and trim and black base

Whiskey pilots the 'Silver Pony,' which is an F 22-A Raptor Fighter Jet

Dialogue:

🗨 See Whiskey's full dialogue from the film, including deleted scenes.

Further Character Links (if any):

Behind The Scenes Interview with Pedro Pascal, Kingman: The Golden Circle Behind The Scenes, Final Fight Over Briefcase VFX With Whiskey

Whiskey's Villain Wiki Page

Samples of Whiskey's Wardrobe - Brown Stetson, white shirt, blue wool blazer & tie info obtained via Styleofpascal IG

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I've Had No Love Like Your Love - Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Imagine [Kingsman]

Title: I've Had No Love Like Your Love

Pairing: Gary "Eggsy" Unwin X Reader

Based On: Nobody

Word Count: 1,083 words

Warning(s): Insecurities

Summary: Eggsy's new job gives him opportunities and experiences that he could have never imagined. (Y/n) is worried that these experiences are going to pull him away from them. Eggsy tries his best to show that nothing he's done will ever be more important than them.

Author's Note: Pretty sure this happened because of the internet throwing edits about the second Kingsman film at me. Which I had a lot of fun watching, by the way.

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I met Eggsy long before his life with the Kingsman started.

He had been this bubbly, sarcastic, and all-around-loving guy. It didn't take long for him to win me over. He was charming and sweet. I fell far faster than I cared to admit.

I was happier with him than I had been with anyone else. It was silly, almost delusional, but I was getting to the point where I felt like we were going to last forever.

And then, Eggsy found a new job.

He hid it from me at first, but after seeing how suspicious that looked, he dropped the act.

I could still remember vividly sitting across from him at my dining room table as he rambled on and on about what he was doing. The training and the gadgets and the assholes he had met through it all. He told me about how his being gone for days was because he was going on missions for a secret organization that I wasn't meant to know about.

I didn't believe him at first.

That's when he showed me some of the gadgets he had. He showed me some of the suits that they had given him. I got to know the Kingsman label.

I asked him if he was going to get in trouble for telling me all of this.

He kissed me and told me that he didn't care if he did. He'd rather that than lose me. Which did make me feel very special.

I accepted every part of it.

The long trips away, the small injuries that he came home with, the lack of a steady schedule. And the dog. The dog was a nice bonus to the job.

I never wanted to question his work. And I didn't.

I never had a lot of problems with the work. I got worried when he showed up hurt, but that was kind of it.

After a while though, the stories started to get to me. I wasn't upset hearing them or jealous or anything like that, but the more and more I heard about those stories, the more I found this sickening feeling in my stomach. Like I was... disappointing him... somehow.

I heard all these stories about these amazing places and the cool stuff that he did, and I just felt... boring. How was I supposed to compare to stuff like that?

I always ignored it. Well, I tried.

In all honesty, I never thought that Eggsy noticed it.

We all think that we're better at hiding things than we actually are.

I was in the middle of putting my clothes away, listening to him go on and on about the last mission he was on. I nodded along, chuckling where it felt appropriate.

"You alright?"

I furrowed my eyebrows as I turned to him. "What are you talking about?"

"You just seem... out of it."

"What," I forced a scoff. "Eggsy, I'm fine."

"(Y/n), we've been together for a while, I can tell when you're not."

I took a deep breath as I leaned against the dresser. "I... Do I bore you?"

"Sorry?"

"Do I bore you?" I repeated. "Am I boring?"

"No, why would you ask that?"

"You just... You come home from these trips and you have all these stories about what you did and what you saw and who you met and it just... I feel boring compared to that part of your life."

He didn't respond for a moment.

"And I know that it sounds dumb and childish but I... I can't help it, Eggsy. I... I'll get over it. I don't want you to think that I don't care about your work because I do and I admire it. I don't... I don't want to be controlling or anything like that and I'm sorry-"

"Stop," he spoke up, cutting off my rambling. I did, biting at the inside of my cheek.

He walked over to stand opposite me, his back facing the bed. He pulled the sleeve of his jacket up. "See this?"

He pointed at a bracelet on his wrist. It had been a gift I had gotten him. It was small, simple. A braided bracelet with a small charm hanging off of it. It wasn't a super expensive gift, but I didn't have a lot to spend at the time. I was surprised that it had landed as long as it had.

I nodded as I looked at it.

"I wear this during every mission that I go on," he explained as he walked forward. "Do you know why?"

I didn't answer.

"Because all I care about on those missions is getting back to you," he continued. "Through every badass thing I get to do, through all of the suits and gadgets and crap, all I want is to come home to you. Because I love you. A lot. More than I've loved anyone before."

I felt a grin form on my lips. "I love you too."

He reached forward and cupped the sides of my face, smiling back at me. He leaned his forehead against mine for a few moments before kissing me gently. I kissed him back, reaching my hands out to touch his sides. It was loving, gentle, perfect.

During our small moment together, I felt something tickling my leg. I pulled away, looking down to see what it was. Eggsy's forehead pressed against the side of my head as I did. His eyes were still shut.

"What is it," he asked.

I turned to look at him again. "Your dog is licking my leg."

"What?" his eyes opened as he leaned back and looked down. "For fuck's sake-"

"It's alright," I chuckled.

"Ruined our moment."

"Nooo," I shook my head before leaning down to pick up the pug. "Were you getting a little jealous?"

The pug licked my hand as I went to pet him. I laughed quietly.

"Just wants a little attention," I said, looking at Eggsy again.

"So do I," he replied.

"The pug's cuter."

He scoffed at me. "Excuse me?"

I walked into the main room, sitting with the dog in my lap. Eggsy followed me out. He sat next to me on the couch, pulling me into his side. He kissed my head.

"I love you," he muttered against my hair.

"I love you too," I replied.

That was the moment that I started to truly believe that this life was far more perfect than whatever life with the Kingsman offered.

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Villain

Prompt #847 “We can’t all be heroes. Some of us have to be the villains.”

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x gn!reader

Summary: You catch Jack before he takes off to stop Eggsy and Harry from saving the world.

Warnings: some language, Jack being the bad guy (canon), briefly threatening vibes. WC: 419

A/N: This one was hard. I didn’t feel like writing it, but I pushed through. I like the concept, but she’s a little rough. 

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“Jack, you can’t do this,” you plead with him.

“We can’t all be heroes. Some of us have to be the villains.”

“Why? Why does it have to be you?”

“Why did it have to be her? Why did those fucking crackheads take her from me, huh?” Jack yells, stalking toward you. 

You retreat, your back hitting the wall. You’ve seen him riled up before, even angry, but never like this. 

“Jack… Are you really going to help her punish every single drug user on the planet to get revenge on some assholes you could have killed today?”

“I am.” Jack gets in your face, hand drifting down to his trusty pearl grip pistols. “They’re all scum. Are you going to try to stop me?” 

You pull up your sleeve, showing the beginning of dark blue, near black, crawling up your veins. 

“I couldn’t if I wanted to.”

Jack stares blankly at your wrist for a moment before his eyes slowly track up to your face. Anguish takes over his features. 

“No. No, no no. Not you. Not you too, baby girl.”

He brings a hand to your cheek, aiming to run a thumb over your cheekbone, but you flinch away. 

“Yes, Jack. Me. And Teak. And a bunch of other people who don’t deserve to fucking die.” Your voice is hard, angry. 

“I don’t understand.” 

“You’re so blinded by revenge, you can’t see what’s right in front of you. You have to stop this. You have to save me. Please, Jack.” 

Jack feels his worldview crumble before his eyes. He’s always believed drug users, those responsible for the death of his beautiful girlfriend and unborn baby, were evil. There’s no saving evil people. 

But you’re not evil. You are beautiful and kind. Smart as a whip. Sweeter than sugar. He’d kill for you, has killed for you. He can’t lose you. Not when you’re the first woman since Elena to keep his attention. 

Jack is frozen in place. He doesn’t know what to do. 

“I don’t know how, sugar. How do I save you?” His voice breaks, and you finally let him touch you, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“Kill Poppy and make sure Harry and Eggsy get that antidote where it needs to go, yeah?” 

“You got it, sugar. I’m so sorry.” 

“We’ll see how sorry you are if I survive this.” 

Jack presses a kiss to your forehead.

"If it's the last thing I do, I'm keeping you alive."

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Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x Female Reader - Whiskey Lives - Post Canon: Kingsman The Golden Circle - Happy ending for Agent Whiskey with Smut.

Jack is the best husband and I want he happy ending. 💖😭

Cabin Fever | Agent Whiskey x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT (18+ ONLY) MDNI! | hurt then comfort, mentions of Whiskey's trauma but nothing too specific, relationship troubles but don't worry they're all resolved by the end, spoilers for kingsman:tgc, alternate ending, swearing, pet names (sunshine, sweet pea, babygirl, honey, darlin', baby), unprotected piv sex (do as i say not as i write and protect yourself!), vaginal fingering, nipple play, tickling (jack has been charged with one count of getting too silly), reader and jack are married, reader has no physical description and uses she/her pronouns | 2.8k words

a/n: i can't even begin to apologize enough for the amount of time it took me to write this 😭 i was super busy w my personal life and i couldn't make up my mind about where i wanted to take this sweet request, but i finally stuck to one idea and i really hope you enjoy it!! 💙

After Eggsy and Harry detained Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels following his confession of acting on his own interests, the prideful Statesman felt defeated. Hauled into the president's office by two burly officers, Jack got down on his knees before Champ with his Stetson clutched in his worried hands, brow furrowed in sorrow. Jack's ego was melted into a pitiful puddle as his boss rattled on about his misuse of power and desecration of Statesman dignity. Luckily, Jack's sweet brown eyes and his promise to never abandon his duties so traitorously again lowered his charge from permanent suspension to a temporary leave of post.

Jack's fallout was only halfway resolved. The next part frightened him much more than the first; he had to make things up to you. He departed the Statesman headquarters and hurried across the street to the nearest phone booth, where he dialed your number with shaky fingers. Amidst the dramatic downpour streaming down the windowpanes and the battering sound of raindrops on the roof, Jack tried to steady his anxious breaths as the line rang.

Given the covert nature of his Statesman work, Jack was barred from any and all communication with you for the duration of his missions. You understood and respected this ordinance from the beginning of your relationship and, while sometimes it could be annoying and inconvenient, you and Jack both would move mountains if it meant the preservation of your happiness together. However, this last missions had snagged on the delicate heartstrings of your relationship and put it to a test that Jack wasn't sure it would pass.

Throughout your relationship, he had always made sure to give you a heads-up about his call to action 24 hours in advance; no more, no less. It was only fair to you that way, so you two could give each other a proper, passionate goodbye and have enough time to warp both your morbid fears into eager promises of homecoming. But this last time was different. A bad type of different.

He had awoken you three months ago, in the middle of the night, with hurried scrambling to pack his suitcase. Bleary-eyed with sleep, you got up to help him, but he shook you off. Not in the sweet, considerate way he normally would - softly lulling you back to sleep with his velvet drawl - but in a jarringly despondent way instead. He didn't even meet your eyes as he stood rigid in the doorway, uninviting of your usual goodbye hug, with a white-knuckled grip on his bag. He spoke abruptly, "Should be back in about a month. Don't go pryin' into Ginger for clues if it's longer than that. I..."

He looked up for the first time that night into your eyes as his terse voice trailed off, morose darkening the usual brightness of his chestnut gaze. He didn't speak as he held your gaze, but more so breathed out the words on a heavy exhale, "I'll miss ya."

Without another second to rethink his ambition, he dropped his eyes to his boots and closed the door behind him softly. You sat there in the dark silence and stared at the golden outline of the door as Jack turned the hall light on momentarily. The unique sound of his nylon coat getting pulled on over his tweed jacket was his final goodbye and your final pang of sadness, or so you thought. Through the door, you head Jack whimper, his voice breaking as his breath caught in his throat, "I'm sorry." Heartbreak struck you like a lightning bolt and the sobs flooding your cheeks drowned out the rushed, cowardly thuds of Jack's boots down the stairs and out the door.

Against Jack's wishes, you drove to Statesman and consulted Ginger the very next morning. She assured you that, despite Jack's alarming behavior, it was warranted given the severity of the mission. She didn't give you any specific details, but she plied you with enough confidence to get through that first month of no Jack. As the second month began, you routinely checked in with her as your impatience and worry intersected into madness. You spent the days and nights pacing your floors like a caged animal, the highlight of your day being the ping of your inbox signaling that maybe, just maybe, Jack's safety was guaranteed and he was on his way home. No such message ever revealed itself, only false alarms that aggravated your torment.

Ginger's reports became few and far between, with the tops she would get about Jack's whereabouts pointing toward a less than favorable plight, until they ceased altogether. The third month was an evil cycle of pain, numbness and tragedy that kept you holed up in your apartment you shared with Jack. Unable to abandon your doom nor forfeit your hopes, you paced by the phone, the computer, the mailroom downstairs. Hard days had shortened to hard hours. Your eyes avoided the framed photos on the walls chronicling your friendship, your dates and your wedding with the man whose innocent, bright smile now brought you to tears.

The phone rang while you were in the shower for the first time in more days than you would ever admit (your spiral of depression had vexed your hygiene). You jumped out like a wet dog and immediately answered the unknown number with a shriek, "Jack?!"

"It's me, darlin'. It's me."

Jack's voice was hoarse with tension, desperation and agonizing release. Upon hearing your cries of relief, the joy that Jack lost on the night he left you slowly bloomed from its freeze and worked its way into his smile. Those little happy lines around his mouth and eyes that would deepen whenever he thought about you came to life as you ecstatically chanted his name into the receiver. Jack waited until your giggles died down to establish his sincerity.

"Listen, I was a real piece-of-shit for just walkin' out on you like that. You-" Jack is forced to pause as his heart chokes him up, thinking about the forlorn way you looked at him that painful night all those months ago. He swears he had heard your heart break in half, or maybe it had been his own. "You deserve so much more than that, sunshine. I gotta lot of explainin' to do, and I- I owe you my greatest apology, sweet pea... Will you forgive me?"

Of course, you forgave your husband in an instant. Jack is a beautifully complex soul, one whose radiant love is more than worth traversing the jagged trenches and steep cliffs of buried trauma and a demanding profession. You'd capture the world and wrap it up in a bow for him if he asked.

In an apology to you, and to take full advantage of his pardon from work, Jack took you back to his childhood home for a vacation. In a deep, rural cut of Kentucky countryside lies the grand cabin; outfitted with a wrap-around porch, hickory logs and the southern charm of acres upon acres of undisturbed land.

The perfect place to have long, intimate conversations by the fireside, Jack's honesty about his savory actions was illuminated the first night you stayed at the cabin. He took your hands in his and explained the whole ordeal, from start to finish, about how when he first got wind of the Golden Circle mission, his trauma was reignited like kindling; how at first he was intent on acting in Statesman's best interests, but then a thunderstorm began brewing inside him that he couldn't stop; how it just kept worsening until it had seemed to have passed in triumph, only for the flood to come and tumble him down from glory, nearly earning himself a gruesome death; how in the wake of his conviction the darkness finally cleared and he was able to see how foolish he had been, how reckless he was with his valor, how he endangered his comrades, himself, and, most importantly, his relationship with you.

With shared tears of bereavement, understanding and overdue reconciliation, your relationship's foundation was not only restored to its former glory, but reinforced with a newfound level of trust. Jack had dismantled the ground right under your feet, but he meticulously placed every crumble back into place until all was well again. His earnest indebtedness to you and unrelenting resilience to win your heart back had you wrapped around the cowboy's finger and pulling him in close by his lapels for a kiss.

What started as a soft dance, that of two lovers getting reacquainted with one another after a period of separation, didn't last long. The almost shyness you held toward one another dissolved into thin air when Jack's heavy hand returned home to your thigh, a place he rubbed soothing circles into when you were anxious and admired the plush give of your flesh under his adoring touch.

Tongues slipped into each other's mouths with practiced ease and your noses smushed together in your desperate efforts to get closer. You used all your might - plighted by your dizzying arousal - to try and pull Jack on top of you, eliciting a chuckle from the man, muffled into the increasingly passionate kiss. Jack's mustache bristled against your cheeks as he smiled, and with his lips remaining entwined with yours, he bent with your touch and granted your wish. His strong, protective arms gently moved you down to lie on your back and he rested his comforting weight atop you. His hand itched with desirous curiosity and it flowed over your figure, retracing his favorite paths down your body to remind himself that you're here now, that neither of you are going anywhere, that you'll never find yourselves anywhere near that painstaking hiatus ever again.

His sly fingertips nosed their way into the waist of your jeans, setting off a chain reaction of discarded clothes until both of you were naked. Your husband had to wretch himself away from your mouth, wanting every part of his soul to be consumed by you, but he had a plan. He laid you on your back once more and propped himself up with one forearm on either side of your head, gazing down at you with a lustful sparkle in his eyes and that warm, boyish smile. This is the Jack you know and love, and you couldn't be happier that he's finally home.

"We got a lot a' makin' up to do, darlin'," he practically purred into your ear, grabbing one of your thighs in each of his broad palms and hiking them up on his hips, where you still find yourself now, a few blissful hours later.

Your legs split impossibly farther apart to accommodate Jack's strong hips, grinding deeper up into your core with every thrust. Watching his cock drive through your swollen folds and into your plush depths, you grow feral at the explicitness of it all and bring your hand to your mouth. You spit onto your fingertips and ply your aching bundle of nerves with wetness, soothing your craving for more.

"'Atta girl," Jack growls, hypnotized by the tight circles you draw on your weeping clit.

He lays his index finger - still dripping with your slick from taking you apart earlier - under your chin, ruefully tearing your eyes away from the glorious sight of him claiming you over and over again. His hand wraps around the back of your head with purpose, fixing your gaze on his and pulling your whole body into his thrusts. The onslaught of pleasure combined with those big brown eyes staring you down, laden with fiery infatuation, strums a whimper out of you, one he quickly leans down and swallows in a sloppy kiss. He leans back on his thighs to watch you unfold and his carnality overtakes with a curl of his lip and a snarl.

"You gonna make yourself cum, babygirl?"

You shake your head rapidly, barely managing a noise of contest. Jack's brow furrows and his pace falters slightly as he attentively studies your expression, your vocal cords strained and sweat dappling your temples, "Y-you, Jack. You are gonna- g-gonna make me..."

You try to tell him that he's the one that's going to make you cum, that it's all him, it's all for him, it's always been and it'll always be him, but you gasp and splutter around the words. Looking into his eyes through your tear-filled ones, though, you know he knows. He knows he's the only one to ever make you feel this ravaged, this devastated, this loved. You don't see the way his momentary concern slips into a sly smirk at your incoherency; your vision blurs to a sludge of tan skin, brown hair and the pulsating red behind your eyelids of your impending orgasm, but you hear his salacious, sated groan through his teeth.

Jack's free hand grabs your chest for leverage as he ramps the pace of his drives back up, "Cum for me, honey." Against your sweat-slick skin, his thumb slips and brushes your nipple, catapulting you off the edge and into the abyss of pleasure.

You scream, scream his name, your walls tightening around him so hard you don't understand how he's able to continue plunging his cock in and out of your quivering cunt. Your cries of his name turn into shrieks when his thumb and forefinger stroll deviously across your breast and twist your nipple harshly, adding to the storm the deliciously rough texture of his calloused skin. You barely register the distant echoes of soft, tender encouragement as Jack's commanding tone melts away to pure awe, "Yes, baby, yes."

Jack nears his peak as you're still lost in the depths of your own. The sight of you writhing beneath him, rapture twisting the beautiful body he's worshipped over the years, injects his heart with a burst of warm affection.

On his mission, there were moments when your face eclipsed his vision, your melodic voice chimed in his ears, and devastation rotted his heart at the thought of never seeing you again. But, with you in his arms now, exposing him to the wondrous intimacy of your unconditional love, he feels like a live wire.

The bedframe rattles with Jack's incessant thrusts. His sultry sweat drips down his body and washes you in his addictive musk. Despite the sweltering heat of the moment, his nose scrunches up in a most adorable way as his balls tighten up with his impending release. Your pussy is hot and wet from overstimulation but you continue to leak around Jack's cock, coating him in your slick with every thrust.

"Please, please, Jack," you beg in a blissed-out murmur, floating in that fuzzy headspace such intense orgasms bring. Your fingers, weak with delightful fatigue, grab onto Jack's forearms. His veins protrude from his muscles gorgeously as he pins your hips to the mattress, fucking you deep. Jack cuts cleanly through your dwindling haze with a few final thrusts that slow from his frantic speed, but are twice as powerful in intensity. Grunts accompany his movements until his climax hits, his soft stomach tightening with a choked groan as his balls empty his sticky release inside you. His hips continue to buck his pulsating cock forward, stuffing your narrow heat full of his seed.

A shudder washes over him as he gingerly pulls his cock out, both of you hissing at the heavenly sting of your raw flesh. Your husband sits back on his ass with a huff, gazing at your fucked-out form with a stare glazed over with satisfaction. You meet his eyes when they flicker up at you with a playful wink, until he's torn back to your core when your pussy begins to squeeze out his cum from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Naturally his hand drifts to his dick, giving it a few gentle strokes. He's getting hard again, in spite of his reddened tip still drooling with cum. The corner of his mouth twitches up in a devious smile, and his fixed ogling makes him look like he's ready to pounce again.

You close your thighs with a giggle, covering your weeping entrance with your hands. Your smile is bright as he brings his hands to your sides and tickles your ribs, trying to get you to open back up. "No! No more, no more," you tease him through the symphony of your combined laughter.

You hadn't heard Jack's warm, genuine laugh since before he had gone off on his mission. It drowns you with overwhelming emotion before you can stop it; warm, happy tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.

Jack ceases his tickling and sighs dramatically, opting to wrap his arms tight around your waist, "Alright, darlin', alright." He notices the shine in your eyes and immediately cups your cheek with precious gentleness, "Darlin', what's wrong?"

You shake your head to ease his worry with a soft smile, "I... just love you." Your lovestruck gaze is mirrored in his blown pupils, just like the adoring arc of your lips. Jack leans in close to nuzzle his nose against yours, enveloping you in an embrace saturated with eternal devotion.

"I love you too, sunshine."

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Finding out he’s going to be a dad 👀❤️

It’s past midnight and Hamish is sitting in front of the fireplace, his eyes fixed on the flames as the wood crackles and snaps under the heat. In his hand he cradles a glass of whiskey, his thumb chasing over the etchings in the glass as he considers the pregnancy test that sits on the side table, the one you had given him this morning.

“I don’t know what to do.” You had told him. “This life…”

It’s not meant for children, you both know that.

Eggsy is living proof.

Your phone goes off before the two of you can discuss it any further. You leave the test on his kitchen counter before you slip out the door, the sound of your heels clacking on the hardwood floor.

It’s a week later that you step back into his life, battered, bruised and a little worse for wear. His thumb chases over the purple hues around your bloodshot eye and he can tell from the expression on your face that it’s bad news.

“The baby?” He asks.

You shake your head and something inside of him breaks because he’d convinced himself that the two of you could do this, retire, start a family, live a normal life. His thumb chases away the tear that leaks down your cheek, his forehead coming to rest against yours because this anguish…

It’s easier to deal with when shared.

It’s probably for the best, he thinks as he cradles you close. This life…

It has a way of destroying everything else.

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Comfort

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x fem!reader

Warning: Social anxiety

Summary: Eggsy Unwin of helping his girlfriend (the reader) who is nervous about going to to a party because she has social anxiety and Eggsy help her through it?

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You were sitting on your bed looking at the outfits you had hung up on your wardrobe. You sat there, looking, and picking at the skin around your fingernails. You bit your lip nervously. ‘Maybe just a hoodie and jeans could also be appropriate.’ You thought softly.

Eggsy entered the room and looked at you on the bed, staring at the outfits. “Should I help you choose, luv?” You looked up at him and Eggsy knew immediately what was going on with you. He was more than glad the agency covered body language. “Sweetheart, how bad is it?”

You looked down at your hands. Tears were slowly coming to your eyes. “Do we really have to? Can’t we just invite everyone here?” Your voice was small.

Eggsy walked over to you and sat on the bed, taking you in his arms. “Darlin’ don’t hinder yourself from having a bit of fun. And besides, I will be there.” He saw how unconvinced you were. “Babe, I will be there, holding you all the time. Keeping you away from bumping into other people you don’t know. I even called the bar and reserved a table for tonight.”

You sighed softly. “I’ll get dressed.” Eggsy stopped you before you could get dressed. “Luv, don’t take any of these outfits.” He took out your comfortable dress and held it out to you. “I think this dress wants to take a breath and wants to feel eyes on it. Especially these eyes.” He pointed at his baby blues.

You giggle softly. You took it with a small grin and got dressed and ready. You walked out of the bathroom after fixing your hair and makeup. Eggsy wolf-whistled. “Look at that dame! All dolled up and ready for a night out.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. Eggsy pulled you to his chest, his significant grin on his lips. “You look beautiful. The most gorgeous gal I ever had the honour of laying my eyes on.” He caressed your cheeks softly. “I’ll protect you. You know that?” You nodded softly. “These arms will never stray from you. Unless you say so or either of us has to go on the loo. Sound good?” You nodded softly.

Eggsy’s grin began to widen. “Good! Now let’s go. It’s 80's rock night in the club. Your favourite music genre.” He put his arms around your waist and let you out of the bedroom to the front door.

As promised, Eggsy stayed by your side the whole time. His arms and hands never leave your body. Keeping you away from crowds and unknown people. You felt safe and loved in his arms. Enjoying the night.

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You’re the fire

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Armed with more information about Poppy and the Golden Circle, plans are made.

Warnings: Swearing, allusions to violence and Poppy’s compound, allusions to dragons in captivity and the effects on the dragon. 

Word count: 2.4k

This time, Jack didn’t try to keep you out of the loop. He didn’t quite let you help, but he did at least let you know what was going on. 

“Harry knows,” he told you, focused on making breakfast for the two of you. “He and Merlin will fly out in the next few days. I told Javier as well, he’s got some contacts and will coordinate with them.” 

“And where are you all meeting?” You tapped your fingers restlessly against the counter. 

“Here.” He did look at you finally, shifting his weight. “Darlin’, I know you want to help…”

“I wouldn’t be that much help.” You wilted, just a little, but managed a wan smile all the same. “I know.” 

Jack sighed and tapped his bare foot, debating something. “If you can get the time, come over.”

“What?” You blinked.

“I mean it. You already know everything else, I won’t keep this from you.” His lips twisted and he turned back to breakfast. “Learned that lesson already.” 

You beamed at him. “Okay,” you agreed, wiggling a little. “I promise I won’t cause trouble or anything.”

Jack huffed at that, shaking his head as he brought two plates over to the counter. “Sweetheart,” he rumbled, ducking his head to look you in the eye, “you are trouble. But the best kind.” He kissed you, quick and sweet, before he backed off and took his seat. 

“You’ll let me know when the meeting is, when everyone arrives?” You couldn’t help but double check as you washed the dishes.

“I will. I suspect Wednesday, but it depends on when Harry and Merlin can get here. They’ve got a few things to take care of on their end.” 

“Are they, like, caretakers for the Royal line?” You frowned a little. It had been low-key puzzling you for a while, how Harry and Merlin actually fit into all of this. 

Jack ducked his head but not before you saw his grin. “Not exactly,” he muttered, clearly amused. 

“So? Are you gonna tell me?” You nudged him with your elbow. 

Jack chuckled, shaking his head a little. “They���re more like… secret service. Of a sort.” 

Your eyes went wide. “Seriously?”

“Mmhm. Met Harry on assignment, back with the military.” He shrugged, though he looked pleased. “Since he works with the Royals and with some other dragons, we got to talking. He hasn’t gotten rid of me since.”

You laughed quietly, leaning over a little into his chest. “Well, certainly works out well for us now.”

Jack hummed quiet acknowledgement, his hands landing on your hips to hold you there for a few long moments. “I’m glad you’re here.” 

“So am I.” You tipped your head back against his shoulder, briefly closing your eyes to enjoy the moment of peace while you could. 

After all, it wouldn’t last long. 

After you’d gone back home, Jack confirmed the day and time of the meeting, and you managed to get a couple days off work. Knowing Jack would be busy, you drove yourself out to the ranch and waved at him where he stood with Javier and an unfamiliar man before you headed back to see Eggsy. 

The dragon was no longer truly a baby, as he was growing pretty quickly. He didn’t have to stretch to boop your nose anymore, and he shed scales practically every other day. Which made him itchy and occasionally irritable, although he rarely got snappy with you. (Jack, on the other hand, had had to scold the dragon more than once for bad behavior.) The gold on his wings shone in the sunlight, and he was mottled blue and green and brown as his adult colors came through. 

In short, he looked like a teenager. You felt a little bit bad for him. 

“Hi darling,” you murmured, scratching his eye ridges. Eggsy cooed and snuggled in closer to you, enjoying the attention. 

“So this is the wee lizard.”

You and Eggsy both jumped at the voice behind you, and you turned to see a bald man standing there, arms crossed over his chest, dark sweater pulled tight across his shoulders. He looked very unimpressed.

“And you are?” You shifted, putting yourself between the man and Eggsy. Rationally, you knew that the fact that he was here, on the ranch, unsupervised, meant that Jack trusted him. But you had no idea who this guy was, and you were a little bit protective of Eggsy. 

His lips quirked but he didn’t comment. “Merlin.”

“Oh.” You relaxed a little, shoulders dropping. “I’m–”

“I know who you are.” He took two steps closer, giving you a more thorough look-over. “You’re the one who’s gotten us this far.”

“Um.” You blinked at him, startled. “I don’t know about that.”

“Don’t you?” He didn’t smile, but something in his eyes warmed. “Hm. I’ve been told you named the wee lizard Eggsy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer disdain in his voice. “Yeah, it made more sense at the time,” you agreed, grinning back at your little dragon. “It kind of stuck, though.”

Merlin heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Well, it can be changed,” he grumbled. “Come here, little one.”

Eggsy hunkered down behind you, wings tucked tight, tail lashing back and forth. You stepped out of the way, shaking your head when Eggsy tried to follow you.

“Nuh uh. You have to meet people eventually and learn to play nice. Might as well start with him.”

Eggsy drooped like the dramatic child he truly was but slunk forward all the same. All of three steps. Before he stopped and stretched out his neck to sniff Merlin’s hand instead. 

“I see you met Merlin.” Jack walked over to you, immediately wrapping one arm around your waist to tuck you into his side. 

“Mmhm. Who else is here?” You leaned into his warmth gratefully, watching Eggsy investigate Merlin with more energy now. Here meaning he began to poke the long-suffering Scotsman. 

“Javier, and Marcus Pike from the Bureau of Dragon Management.” Jack hesitated a moment. “Harry is around somewhere.” 

“He’s talking to Champ.” Merlin didn’t even look at you two, still focused on Eggsy. 

“We’ll have to go fetch him before we start planning.” Jack smirked suddenly. “You wanna do the honors, Merlin?”

Merlin gave Jack a flat look. “No.” Turning, he strode back up to the house, Eggsy following him most of the way before bounding back to you. 

“Guess we’re gonna go get him.” You grinned, reaching out to rub Eggsy’s snout. “Shall we?” 

Jack heaved a sigh but relinquished his grip on you. “S’pose so. Should get this show on the road.” 

“Hey.” You turned and grabbed his hand, frowning just a little. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” But he didn’t meet your gaze, looking out across the field. “C’mon, let’s go get Harry.”

“Jack.” You tightened your grip on his hand, stepping in his way. “Talk to me. Please.”

Jack dropped his head and sighed. “Darlin’... It’s just me bein’ silly. Nothing to fuss over.” 

“It’s bothering you,” you pointed out reasonably. “Let me help.”

He sighed again. “Just… Worried.”

“About the rescue?”

“About leaving you.” He smiled, a little bitter, a little wry, a little self-deprecating. “I know you’ll be safer here. Nothin’ should happen.” He paused for a moment, turning his hand to twine his fingers between yours. “Should. And that bothers me.”

“I’ll be fine.” You chewed on your lower lip for a few moments. “Would it make you feel better if I stay here? On the ranch? So you know I’ll be safe with the dragons.”

Eyes a little wide, Jack leaned in close until his forehead bumped yours ever so gently. “Would you?”

“For you? Yes.” You smiled, lifting your free hand to cup his cheek. “No problem.” 

“You’re amazing.” Jack kissed you, soft and sweet, before pulling away. “Alright. I’m ready.”

“Took you long enough,” Harry drawled from somewhere off to the side. By his sudden stillness, you could tell Jack hadn’t noticed him there either. “Come along.”

You and Jack looked at Harry’s retreating back before looking at each other. You broke first, clapping one hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles. Jack heaved a long-suffering sigh that was about 200% more dramatic than he actually felt, making you laugh harder. Grinning at his clear victory, Jack towed you inside with him. 

Introductions were quick - Marcus was a polite man who smiled and shook your hand and didn’t question why you were there. Javier gave Jack some kind of look but didn’t actually ask. Fortunately. 

“How sure are you of this intel?” Merlin asked once the pleasantries were out of the way.

“Very.” Jack looked a little smug. “Got some old friends looking into the location, but preliminary findings show there’s definitely something big out there. It’s disguised, at least partially. I’ll know more tomorrow.”

“And how are we getting there?” Javier put his hands on his hips.

“We have a jet,” Harry offered mildly. “That will be sufficient to get at least us there, although if you have other agents that need to be there, they will have to find their own way.” 

Javier grimaced and glanced at Marcus, who simply nodded. “Let us worry about that,” Javier grumbled. 

“You two have transportation for the Royal? If she’s still there, she might not be in good shape,” Jack pointed out. 

“Aye,” Merlin murmured. “We’ll have a few of ours on standby, in case they’re needed.”

“What kind of firepower are we expecting?” Marcus asked. 

As they started into the nitty gritty of the planning, you took a half-step back, just watching them all. Though the discussion was calm, all of them were very clearly determined, and you could see rage in more than one pair of eyes. They all wanted to see the Golden Circle go down. 

And even if you couldn’t help, not really, you were glad to be here. Because even just this made you feel better. 

“What about her?” Merlin didn’t even look at you, although his question did make you blink and refocus on the conversation. 

“She’s staying here.” Jack reached a hand back to take yours, squeezing gently. “She’s done her part.” 

Nobody questioned him, thankfully. And the planning moved on.

“When are we doing this?” Javier asked, glancing around the circle. 

“Sooner the better,” Jack said, rubbing his thumb over your hand. “We’ve got the advantage, before she realizes she’s been found out.” 

“How much time do you need to prepare?” Harry glanced between Javier and Marcus. 

“As soon as I can show my boss proof that this isn’t a wild goose chase.” Javier shrugged. “Won’t be hard to convince him after that.” 

“Same with my boss.” Marcus smiled a little. “They’ll be anxious to get involved with this.” 

Harry snorted quietly. “As far as we’re concerned, you two can decide who gets the credit for Poppy,” he drawled. “Although I do believe we’ll have better luck with a smaller force to get in.” 

Javier and Marcus exchanged looks again before Javier sighed. “Big interagency hit like this? Good luck.”

“Unless you misrepresent the start time,” Jack offered casually. “Be on your way before they can give you marching orders, claim technical difficulties in receiving orders, so on.” He smirked. 

“I always forget how devious you are,” Marcus said on a sigh, though he looked amused. “That might have worked for you, but it won’t work for me. My SO won’t have it.” 

Javier just grinned. “I’ll manage,” was all he said on the matter. 

“So, when are we leaving?” Jack crossed his arms over his chest, looking at each of them in turn. 

“Tomorrow, early.” Merlin had pulled a tablet from somewhere and was working on it. “It will take time to get to the compound, and we’ll have to hike part of the way on foot. Leaving tomorrow should give you all time to do what you need to do.” 

Nobody objected, and nobody brought up anything else. Nodding to himself, Jack looked at you before he spoke again. 

“Don’t have room here for all of you to stay, but I can take care of dinner.” 

To your surprise, each man looked at you before agreeing, leaving you a little flustered and definitely confused. Fortunately, they all saw fit to take themselves outside to do whatever they all needed to do, leaving you and Jack to work on dinner prep. 

“Jack?” You glanced at him before refocusing on the potatoes. “What was that about?”

“Hmm?” Jack paused to look at you. 

“They all… I dunno. Like they were looking for permission, or something.” 

“Ah.” Jack ducked his head to hide his grin, very unsuccessfully. “Well, they’ve all known me for a while. Years, most of ‘em. So they may have made some assumptions ‘bout us.” 

“Such as?” You raised one eyebrow, equal parts wary and curious about how cagey he was being. 

“Pretty sure they all think you live here, darlin’.” 

Well. That was nowhere near as bad as it could’ve been. “Would be a bit of a drive to work,” was the first thing out of your mouth.

Jack froze. You froze. Jack opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“Nope,” he said after a moment. “I wanna have that talk. I really wanna have that talk. But not tonight. Not right before…” He trailed off and grimaced. “One more thing to hold again Poppy, I guess.” 

“Hey.” You set the knife down and walked over to him, wrapping your arms tight around his middle. “It’ll turn out fine. You’ll come back, and everything will be fine, and we’ll have that talk when you get back. I promise.” 

“You’re too sweet.” Jack kissed the top of your head and just… stood there for a few moments, breathing and holding steady. Then he sighed softly. “Alright. Let’s finish this up, feed that lot, and go to bed. I wanna hold you tonight.” 

“Sure.” You kissed him once, a bare brush of lips, and turned back to your work. 

Things would be okay. This wouldn’t be the end of the discussion. You all just had to get through the next few days and it would all be fine. 

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[earth2mpregverse]

Eggsy

Don’t Steal My Work And Post It On Other Sites Without My Permission And Credit

Don’t Steal My Work And Post It On Other Sites Without My Permission And Credit

Eggsy has to learn the hard way.  And that even include when Harry had chosen Eggsy as Harry’s section for a Kingsman agent.  And while Eggsy’s training is going on many of the other candidates are making it hard on him.  Until one day they had given Eggsy a little surprise.  And yet it end with Eggsy getting pregnant as for who's the other parent he would have to wait and see, but he is going attached to the baby growing inside him.

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[geo-winchester]

BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

A/N: Hi everyone sooo today is my birthday and I know I have a tons of request I should be working on but I want to celebrate this day with you guys, so I made this list with prompts of I love you a few are with Taylor swift songs and others are with actions, so I hope you have a great day and send me an asked if you want a request, and before I go I want to thank you for all your love and support you gave to me!!

I LOVE YOU WITH TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

1. I like shiny things but I marry you in paper rings.

2. And I can’t let you go, your heart print’s on my soul.

3. For you I would fall from grace just to touch your face.

4. But I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes.

5. All these peoples thinks love’s for show, but I would die in secret.

6. No more keepin’ score now, I just want to keep you warm.

7. And at every table, I’ll save you a seat.

8. I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blue come.

9. You’re my best friend.

10. I remember how we felt sitting by the water and every time I look at you, it’s like the first time.

11. You can hear it in the silence. You can feel it on my way home. You can see it with the lights out.

12. And I know I make the same mistakes every time, bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right.

13. I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck… not because he owns me because he knows me.

14. Squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi.

15. Can I go where you go? Can I we always be these close?

16. With your boots beneath my bed… forever is the sweetest con

17. And all at once you are the one I have been waiting for, king of my heart, body and soul.

18. I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends, I’d never walk Cornelia street again.

19. One single thread of gold tied me to you.

20. I once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden

21. Please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere.

22. Have I know you twenty second or twenty years.

23. All I know is a new found grace. All my days I’ll know your face.

24. Long live the walls we crashed through, I had the time of my life with you.

25. My house of stone, my ivy grows and now I’m covered in you.

26. Don’t want no other shade of blue but you.

27. Say my name and everything just stop.

28. I’d like to hangout with you for my whole life.

29. Baby all at once is enough.

30. Even in my worst times, you could se the best in me.

31. I had the best day with you today.

32. My waves meet your shore, ever and evermore.

33. I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you.

34. All that ends well to end up with you.

Other ways to say I love you.

35. Put your seatbelt on.

36. I save you a piece.

37. I got you something.

38. I told my family about you.

39. Text me when you land.

40. Do you want the last piece of pizza.

41. I make you coffee.

42. Have you eaten today?

43. To the moon and back.

44. This song reminds me of you.

45. Tell me more.

46. Here, take my jacket.

47. I’ll take you.

48. I got you a key of my house.

49. I made a playlist.

50. I like you.

Characters I write about: Poe dameron, Richard Alonzo Muñoz, duke Leto, Nathan Bateman, Santiago Garcia, Marc Spector, Steven grant, Jake Lockley, Jonathan Levy, William Tell, Llewyn Davis, Taron Egerton, jimmy Keene, Eggsy Unwin, Jake “hangman” Seresin

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[queenofmalkier]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms, 10 Tags

Tagged by @highladyluck :)

Rules: choose 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms -- no double dipping! Then tag 10 friends or mutuals to complete the game as well.

1. Nynaeve al'Meara from Wheel of Time

2. Hannibal Lecter (you know where)

3. Wynonna Earp from Wynonna Earp

4. Steris Harms from 2nd Era Mistborn

5. Gary "Eggsy" Unwin from Kingsman

6. Amy Dunne from Gone Girl

7. Galadriel "El" Higgins from the Scholomance series

8. Steve Harrington from Stranger Things

9. Gideon Nav from The Locked Tomb

10. Faith Lehane from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Apparently I support women's wrongs and soft idiots? (show!Hannibal very much falls under the women's wrongs with the way he tried baby trapping Will Graham.)

I think everybody has done this already, but if you haven't consider yourself tagged!

#picking one wot character was difficult #I kind of want to do a wot themed one...