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reformedkingsmanagent · 5 years

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hello!!! i was wondering if i could request a TSS!Charlie x reader fic?? like maybe Eggsy fancies the reader but she fancies Charlie and Eggsy doesn't understand WHYY?! but it's because he's not a dick to her like he can be to the others because he also fancies her, maybe? I'd just really like seeing Charlie getting some appraisal and not Eggsy as usual lol Only if you have time or feel like writing it tho!! Thank you so much! BTW I loved your Charlie discourse post and I 100% agree with you!!!

Oh anon you’ve seen deep into my soul, haven’t you? No offense to Eggsy but man, with a few minutes of extra screen time from Charlie, I’m sure he’d prove to be less of a dick and more dedicated than we saw. They could’ve explained his turncoat behavior by explaining even a sliver of his home life, but that wasn’t the goal and oh my GOD I’m going to shut up now. I just hope you enjoy.

“Total prick, am I right?”

You could hear the smile in Eggsy’s voice as he approached your side, arms crossed over his chest. You looked away from Charlie’s retreating figure for only a moment.

You disagreed with Eggsy.

“Hey, so Rox and I were maybe gonna slip out later to grab some dinner, want to join us?”

Charlie rounded the corner and was finally out of sight.

“You honestly think Merlin’s gonna be okay with that?”

Eggsy adopted a self-satisfied look now that he had your full attention. “Not to worry,” he started, stepping directly into your view, “this is a Merlin-sanctioned excursion.”

“Oh yeah?”

“‘Course! Besides, you think I’d ever get Rox to sneak out? You though, I think you and me’d tear up the town.”

“Thanks, Eggsy, I appreciate that, but I’m not feeling so great. Think I’m gonna go lie down.”

He seemed a bit surprised but he covered it well enough. “Oh, alright, yeah, you just let me know if you change your mind. Or maybe we can bring something back for you…?”

“I’ll let you know.”

You took Charlie’s path down the hall, doing your best to hide your eagerness, while Eggsy was left standing there wondering what on earth Charlie had done to earn your attention.

***

“Saved you a seat,” Charlie muttered, lifting the book up off the stone bench beside him. The sun was bright overhead, not a cloud in the sky. The evenly-trimmed grass lawn spreading out in front of the small paved courtyard looked just as inviting as the seat Charlie was offering.

The corner of his mouth ticked up in amusement as you walked right past him, out onto the lawn. He watched you finally pick a place and lay down, arms placed behind your head, legs crossed at the ankle.

“That’s not quite the right attire for suntanning,” Charlie shouted, only for the sake of reaching your ear. His tone was teasing, but not quite harassing. He watched you smile.

Ever since a breakthrough during one of Merlin’s many tests, you’d had the benefit of being on the receiving end of much less antagonistic words from Charlie. The two of you were locked in a room, stuck trying to crack a code, though you’d managed to crack through his rock-solid exterior instead. You couldn’t explain it, but it happened. One minute he was lamenting being stuck in there with you forever, and the next he was planning out the next ten years down there, with your name in his plans like he wasn’t positively annoyed with you.

Charlie was only bothered by the blemish on his otherwise-sterling record for a day, as that’s how long it took for him to see that the benefit outweighed the negative. As determined as he was to earn the Kingsman slot, he couldn’t ignore his rapidly-shifting priorities.

His father would have called him a fool.

The book he was reading was closed and placed on top of the other at his side before he stood, walking slowly across the lawn, squinting in the bright sun as he stopped beside you.

A few seconds of indecision passed before he finally sat down, arms around his knees, reluctant to lay down until you pulled at his sleeve.

“There aren’t any clouds,” he commented.

“Very observant,” you teased.

You caught a glimpse of his smile before he turned his head away, his soft brown hair blown out of his face by the breeze.

“If I’d have known this was your idea of getting some fresh air, I’d have planned a picnic.” He looked over and locked eyes with you, his smile faltering.

“A picnic sounds nice,” you admitted.

“Mmm, yeah, some fruit, cheese...some nice wine...” he trailed off, relaxing beside you. “This is a nice spot you’ve found. I’m starting to get that whole ‘English countryside romance,’” he laughed. You joined in.

He turned over on his side, his free hand reaching over to pull at the collar of your jumpsuit.

“Eggy sure has eyes for you,” Charlie sighed. His eyebrows rose as he waited for your response.

“I mean…” your nerves kicked in as he watched you. “What?”

“If I’m gonna make a fool out of myself, I’d like to know beforehand.”

The fingers tugging at the grey striped material fell away, choosing to pull at the grass instead for the moment. For the first time, you could tell that he was almost nervous.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You thought you knew exactly what he meant but didn’t want to make the leap on your own.

“I think you like me well enough to not go running into those trees,” he mumbled, reaching up to wrap a strand of your hair around his finger as he looked back at the tree line behind the two of you. You watched him until his eyes fell back down to yours. “And I think I like you well enough to do this…”

Charlie leaned down, his face blocking out the sun as his lips gently pressed against yours.

***

“I mean Rox, what’s a guy gotta do?”

Roxanne Morton rolled her eyes for the fifth time that hour.

“Eggsy, you know, sometimes people just like other people.”

“That I understand, but him? Honestly? He’s a menace.”

“He’s a man. As dreadful as you may find him, he’s possibly…” Eggsy shot her a look, “maybe, capable of emotion.”

“I doubt it.”

Roxy rolled her eyes, turning to glance out the tall window as they walked through the halls up to the rooms to get changed.

She didn’t tell Eggsy what she saw, and did her best to hide her smile.

#charlie hesketh #charlie hesketh x reader #kingsman #writing #hope this is good enough!#kind of short compared to what I usually do but I’ve been distracted #I’m sorry

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koyland · 6 years

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London: Become Human - Part.2

First of all I would like to thank the support you gave me with this fanfic, it is a wonderful feeling to know that you liked my story. Secondly, only after I posted part one of LDH did I notice the monstrous amount of mistakes I made, and you guys did not say anything! Please inform me if any error is found. This gives me the opportunity to learn from my mistakes and improve my writing.

Unfortunately I can not make promises when the next chapters will be released, but with your patience I will try my best not to be silent for long.

Special thanks to my sister @amandakoy, who is a brutal publisher and a great company to share my shenanigans. She gives me ideas, support and headaches. Love you,sis!

And once again this fanfic is dedicated to the wonderful @reformedkingsmanagent

Pair: Detective!CharlieXAndroid!Reader

Words: 1438

When you finally arrived at the crime scene, a small house on the outskirts of London, it was surrounded by police and neighbors. Stopping right in front of the house, Detective turned off the engine and watched you sitting in the passenger seat.

"You wait here. I will not take too long.”

"As you wish, Detective." You answered, looking at the rain beating against the windshield.

Detective Hesketh's grunt was too low for you to register, but his irritation was evident as he got out of the car toward the house. It did not take long for the warnings to appear in his vision.

Contradictory orders. Choose priority.

The Detective said to stay in the car, but you had clear orders to accompany and assist the investigations. That would not be possible inside the car.

Follow Detective Hesketh

You got out of the car and headed for the house passing through the curious neighbors, barred by the police unit keeping guard. Your proximity to the tape made the Android model PC200 block your entry. You were about to report your guidelines to the droid when the Detective pulled the sleeve of your uniform forward, sending you straight through the tape.

“It's with me.” He said, dropping my uniform and heading back toward the house. “What happened to "As you wish, Detective?” I told you to stay in the car.”

"Your orders contradict my instructions, Detective.”

“Instructions? Fuck! Here are your bloody instructions: do not speak and do not touch anything, dolly. And stay out of my way, understood?”

“Understood.”

“Hey, Charlie.” The police officer at the door spoke, motioning for them to enter. "We were beginning to think you would not show up."

"That was the plan until Barbie here found me.”

The officer evaluated you quickly before turning his attention back to the Detective.

“Finally got yourself an android, huh?” He teased. “Not bad. It's a beautiful model.”

"Fuck you, Rufus. Tell me what happened in this dump?

You entered the house and instantly the Detective pulled the sleeve of his trench coat close to his nose to block the scent of the deceased.

Listen to Briefing

Review Evidence

“The name of the victim is James Spancer.” Rufus indicated the corpse against the wall.

While your system automatically recorded the information collected about the victim, you began to observe the environment around you. The murder weapon, a kitchen knife, it was deposited a few inches away from the body. You crouched down and with two fingers, you took some of the blood from the knife and carried them to your mouth for analysis.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Hesketh asked in horror behind you.

“I'm analyzing the blood. I can analyze samples in real time." You explained. The disgust on the Detective's face made you add. “I'm sorry, I should warned you.”

"Okay, just do not do that again in front of me. Never again.”

“Understood.”

The warnings in your vision confirmed that the blood collected was from James Spancer and indicated that the murder occurred nineteen days ago. Looking back at the knife your systems showed that there was no fingerprints on the weapon. Maybe an android was involved?

Following the blood trail, you went to the kitchen. The table and chairs were overturned, indicating the victim's confrontation with his murderer. Beside them there was the baseball bat with Spencer's fingerprints on the grip and Thurium's traces on barrel.

You kept investigating the house, now going to the bathroom. Like the rest of the house, the bathroom was small and filthy. You looked around until you stopped in front of the shower. The way the shower curtain looked carefully closed seemed suspicious to you. You opened the curtain and came across several inscriptions made on the tiles, the same word repeated compulsively.

rA9

On the floor of the shower, along with flowers, was a hand-carved humanoid-like statuette. Perhaps a religious offering?

Going back to the room, you walked up to the body to examine it. You have found traces of Red Ice around the mouth and fingers. Moving your gaze now to his chest you counted twenty-eight stab wounds, all applied in the chest region, near the heart.

Looking above the body there was the phrase in red. Your examination concluded that the letters had been written with the blood of the victim.

“I am alive." You read, getting closer to the wall, drawing the detective's attention on you.

“These letters are too perfect." You heard him say. "No human would be able to write that. Rufus, was this written in the victim’s blood?

“We'll know after the exams, but I'm think it is”.

You yourself could confirm both the facts pointed out by the Detective. The font of the letters was the regular letters font CyberLife.

Report to Det. Hesketh

Luckily the Detective was not far. He was leaning against the doorframe, showing signs of irritability as he watched you.

“Detective. I think I know what happened.” You said standing in front of him.

“Really, dolly? Go ahead then, I'm listening.”

“Everything started in the kitchen.” You said, directing him to follow you. “I think the victim attacked the droid with the bat.”

"That matches the evidence. Carry on, dolly! While I'm still young.”

“Then the android stabbed the victim.”

"As if it were self-defense?” He said, frowning. “Okay. What happened next?”

“The victim then fled into the room, falls to the ground and the android kills him with the knife.”

“All right.” He says like one who gives up on an argument. "Your theory is not totally ridiculous, but it still doesn’t tell us where the android went.

“He was damaged by the bat and lost some of Thirium.” You responded by remembering the traces found on the barrel of the bat.

“Lost some what?”

“Thirium. Also known as Blue Blood. It is the fluid that powers androids’ biocomponents. It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye.”

“Hum... But something tells me you still can see it, right?”

“Right.”

Find Deviant.

Look for traces of Blue Blood.

The trail was small but traceable. There was a small portion at the side of the body, making its way back to the kitchen. The path divided, one in the kitchen and the other in the hallway of the house. The blue blood in the kitchen, you supposed was from the initial confrontation, so you followed down the hall.

The trail indicated that the android went to the bathroom. Looking now more carefully you noticed the blue trail across the floor, piling up in large portions in front of the shower. The trail stopped there without any indication to where the android had gone. The only way out would be through the window above the toilet, but it was locked and with no trace of blue blood.

You must have missed something. Going back to the hallway you noticed peculiar marks on the wall. A ladder stood in that corner and it did not appear to be anywhere in the house. You looked up and saw the distinct shape of a hand made of Thirium in the attic door.

Returning to the kitchen, you picked up one of the chairs, causing confusion and frustration with the Detective for seeing you disturbing the crime scene. All of the photos of the crime scene were already properly taken care of for the investigation, so you simply answered that you needed to check something.

With the chair in position you got the necessary height to climb into the attic. The place was dark, dusty and without any indication that someone had been here in years. Silently you started looking for the android. From your peripheral vision, you captured movement.

You walked carefully to the back of the attic. You were approaching the only window in the place when It stepped out of the shadows.

Deviant located.

"I was just defending myself ... He was going to kill me." The bloody android whispered in a shaky voice. “I beg you. Do not tell them.”

“Y/N! What’s taking you so long?!” Detective called from downstairs.

You had a mission to fulfill.

“It's here, Detective!” You screamed.

You could hear curses and orders being given as Detective organized his men to go up in the attic and make the arrest.

The android seemed to cringe at the noise, showing the vulnerability of a prey that was already in the predator's mouth. Despite your face being the perfect picture of neutrality, you did not ignore the anguish look in his eyes or the LED glowing red in the dark.

Mission Accomplished.

#charlie hesketh x reader #reader #readerinsert #charlie hesketh #charlie hesketh imagine #kingsman imagines #dbhau #detroit become human #detroit become human au #au #android!reader #detective!charlie

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flippingeggsy · 6 years

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I’ll be waiting

pairing: charlie hesketh x reader

prompts: @reformedkingsmanagent “I deserve an explanation. I deserve an acceptable reason”

warnings: angsty stuff

The silence echoed off of the walls in the living room of your small apartment. The silence wasn’t a good one; it was uncomfortable and rather unwelcoming for the both of you.

Charlie let out a sigh, his hands rubbing over his face as he sat on the arm of the sofa, thinking everything over. Whereas, you were sat on the small leather chair in the corner of the room, your head hiding in your hands as you tried to conceal the rage and pain that so desperately wanted to show.

“I deserve an explanation” you spoke up trying to sound strong but the wavering in your voice evidently gave away how you were faltering inside: it also gave away the pain that you were in because of the bionic man that sat no more than two metres away from you.

Lifting up your head, you stared at the man whom you loved, studying his raged yet sorry features; his eyes looked so much harsher than they did usually; usually with you his eyes were soft and warm and inviting but now, they looked nothing of the sort. “I deserve an acceptable reason; you can’t just up and leave without giving me an inkling as to why. I deserve to know Charlie”

Charlie wanted to look at you; Charlie wanted to tell you everything but he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell you that he was leaving to go live with Poppy and aid her in her schemes but he so desperately wanted to tell you however he knew how you would react; he knew you hated the idea of him working for someone bad again.

“Is it because you don’t love me?” you asked, battling the tears that wanted to fall, “A-am I not good enough?-”

“Y/n,” Charlie finally spoke up, “you-...look, if I could tell you, I would; I love you”

You wanted to scream and yell at him; you just wanted him to tell you why he was leaving you. Was it for another girl? Did he find someone new? Someone better? Or maybe it was the fact you weren’t good enough for him? You knew how Charlie used to act and you thought that maybe you changed him, for the better, a little bit but maybe that wasn’t the case.

But you saw the look in his eyes; you saw a glimmer of something different; something you hadn’t seen in him for a long time.

“Charlie, no” you whispered and Charlie knew you had clicked on to what he was going to do “I swear to god if you’re going to do something stupid for someone like you did for Valentine-”

“It doesn’t matter what I’m doing” Charlie snapped, standing up. You watched him as his expression changed into a much harsher one and he clenched his fists, “I just-..I just can’t be here anymore. I have to leave”

“Charlie, please don’t” You begged him, “please. There are better things to do-”

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you; I knew how you would react” He said, looking at you.

“I thought you changed, I thought I changed you” you spoke quietly, feeling a single tear droplet fall down your cheek.

“You can’t changed me” He snapped, “If you thought I should change then why were you with me in the first place?”

“Charlie, I-” you started to say but you were cut off by his phone ringing and him answering it. You glanced down at your hands, toying with the small promise ring on your finger as Charlie responded to whoever was on the phone.

Charlie’s eyes flickered to you; his eyes softening up as he watched you fall apart - he hated it. He hated himself but he was promised revenge on the Kingsman and most specifically Eggsy Unwin. If you knew all about this, you would kill him and you would hate him more than you do now.

“Okay, bye” Charlie responded to whoever was on the phone before he put his phone back in his pocket and stood up, pulling his jacket closer to his body bracing himself for the cold night air. He looked over at you; desperately wanting to hold you and take him with you but he knew you would never - you couldn’t bring yourself to do that despite how much you loved him.

“Charlie, I know I can’t stop you and I won’t stop you, but I just want you to know if you ever change your mind, you know where to come” you spoke softly as you stood up and walked over to the front door, unlocking it for Charlie who followed you and stood by the door.

You opened the door slowly, leaning against it and avoiding eye contact with the man you loved so dearly and with all your heart. Charlie nodded, and walked over to you; he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head before he slowly pulled away and studied your features one last time before pulling himself away completely and walking out the door, closing it for you so you wouldn’t have to watch him walk away.

After staring at the door in front of you for a few seconds, you crashed down, letting a painful sob, that you had been holding in for the past hour, out. Your back pressed to the wall and you slid down it slowly, hiding your head in your hands just as you had done so before but this time you were letting the tears fall.

#charlie hesketh x reader #charlie hesketh #charlie x reader #kingsman imagine #kingsman x reader #kingsman #Kingsman The Secret Service #kingsman the golden circle #poppy adams #eggsy unwin #harry hart

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adarafaelbarba · 6 years

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“I’m not exactly high class society”

request: ohhhhhhkay I am just going to go ahead and request the spiciest Charlie (TGC preferred but not required) you can come up with! (I am not prepared!) Whatever you feel! - @reformedkingsmanagent

Pairing: (TGC)!Charlie x Reader

Warnings: TGC spoilers (for those who haven’t seen it!) Also swearing and some sexual tension/reference

Note: I tried my best love <3

After the fall of Kingsman you met up with Eggsy and Merlin outside the now ruined tailor shop, thanking the lucky star you and your dog, a husky name (Y/D/N), had not been at home or HQ when the missiles hit the various Kingsman buildings. «This is Charlie’s doing! I’m sure of it», Eggsy growled, he had unfortunately lost his pug JB and his best mate who’d been watching JB for the evening. With the sound of Charlie’s name you jumped slightly. Although he was a traitor to the Kingsman organization you had never been able to shake off the crush you had on him, you had just pushed it away and tried to forget about it, dating a fellow agent by the codename Tristan. Sure, you would never feel the way about him as you had about Charlie, but at least Tristan hadn’t betrayed the organization he so desperately had tried to become a part of a year ago. «Who else is down?» you asked, looking at Merlin. «we’re the only ones left of Kingsman, everyone else is dead.» Hearing the news your heart sunk, no wonder Agent Tristan, or Gavin as you knew him as, hadn’t answered. «There’s no time for emotions, remember your training», Merlin said, his voice low, not trusting your voice you just nodded, and the three of you, with your dog made you way to Berry Bros and Rudd: Wine Merchants, where, according to Merlin our Doomsday protocol would be.

«I just can’t believe Charlie would do such a thing», you huffed, feeling the effects of the alcohol in your system. «He hated us! I understand perfectly well why he did it! And why’d you care anyways? He killed your boyfriend, Agent Tristan», Eggsy scoffed. «Gavin and I weren’t really a couple. And besides, Charlie wasn’t always like that», you tried to defend him, although in all fairness, why bother? Charlie would have never done the same for you.

…

After going to the Statesman Distillery in Kentucky and finding a very much alive Harry, you had begged Champ and Merlin to let you go to Italy with Harry, Eggsy and Agent Whiskey, secretly hoping you could get Charlie to help you defeat Poppy. «It’s too dangerous! We don’t know what they could be planning», Merlin had stated, «and yet, you send Gal— Harry, out there, even if he’s not had any training! Come on Merlin! I can get Charlie to help us, you know I can!» You pleaded, and at last the older Quartermaster gave up, letting you go with Eggsy, Harry and Whiskey.

…

«Ah, if it isn’t Agent Gawain», Charlie smirked, having cornered you just as Eggsy and Whiskey made their way to the Cable car, not having noticed that you were left behind. «Charlie … you don’t have to do this!» you pleaded, but to no avail. You didn’t even see the first punch coming, nor did you see the second. «Stop, I beg of you, stop this madness Charlie!» he laughed in a sinister way. «Why stop love? You came here to stop me from cleansing the world of drug addicts, so, I’m stopping you before you get the chance. Nothing personal of course», he smirked, swinging for another punch, which you missed. «Come one Charlie! This is madness», you huffed, jumping out of the way. «I don’t want to fight you!» you said, blocking his punches, feeling something harder than a normal knuckle hit your arm, could it be a new metal arm then? Eggsy had mentioned something the day after his encounter with Charlie in London, but you hadn’t really paid attention, now you wish you had. «Oh come on now love, you know you want too. Isn’t that why you asked Merlin to get me kicked out?» he asked. «What? No! Of course not! I never asked anyone to chuck you out! You failed the training course, you did it to yourself!» you were starting to wear down, and your arms were being harder to hold up in defense. «Shame I didn’t get rid of the three of you, but I supposed seeing as the rest of those high society scumbags are dead now, I should feel at least a little bit happy yeah?» he laughed again, his hand getting trough your defense and wrapping his fingers around your neck, lifting you up off the ground. «Why fight for them? Why work for a lost cause?» he asked, looking at you as you dangled from his grip, trying desperately to free yourself from his metal grip. «Beca— because the world needs saving», you gasped, trying to kick him where it would hurt. «Ah, nice try love», he smirked, pressing down a little harder on your neck before it went blank.

…

You woke up what seemed like hours later in what looked like a hospital room. Trying to sit up you found it impossible as your hands had been cuffed to the bed. «In case you were thinking of escaping», Charlie said with a sinister look on his face. «Where the hell am I?!» you growled, trying to get loose from the restrains. «I can’t tell you that», he mused, sitting on the chair next to your bed. «I came here thinking I could save you Charlie. I hoped the fact that you and I were friends some time ago would help the fact that we needed you on our team. Please Charlie, I’m not asking as a Kingsman agent, I’m asking as a friend, please, just help me save the world», you pleaded. «I knew they’d soften you, especially that boy of yours, what was his name again? Ah yes, Gavin. Why have an uninteresting little boy like him huh?» Charlie laughed. «Because, I couldn’t have you», you mumbled, hoping he didn’t hear you, but he did, and boy did his expression change. «You mean you?» you nodded, looking at him. «I always wanted to be more than just friends with you, but I didn’t think I was your type», you sighed. «What made you think that?» he asked, looking solely in your eyes, his gaze almost boring into your skull. «Because of your background, you were basically oozing aristocracy, and I got into Eaton because my dad knows the Dean. I’m not exactly high class society», you huffed.

Watching Charlie as he got up, you were shocked to see him un-cuff you, before he sat back down. «Sit here», he said with a stern voice, patting his lap. Not even thinking, you go out of the bed and straddled his lap, looking into his eyes. Feeling his hands run up and down your thighs you anticipated the moment when he would kiss you, but that didn’t mean you were ready for the sensation of it. Pressing his lips firm on your he kissed you in a bruising manner, earning a moan from you. His hands were roaming all over your body and you let out a squeal when he got up, still holding onto you and not breaking the kiss as he carried you to the bed you’d previously been in. Laying you down on it he took the cuffs and locked one side to the bedpost before cuffing you again. «What are y—», he kissed you before you could finish the sentence, grinding against you and you knew you wouldn’t be leaving any time soon.

#Edward Holcroft #charlie hesketh #Kingsman #kingsman the secret service #Kingsman the golden circle #Charlie Hesketh x Reader #Kingsman x Reader

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kingsmanstories · 7 years

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Duvet Day

Pairing: Charlie Hesketh x Reader Warnings: none Request: Anon “Hi! I was wondering if i could request a Charlie x female reader imagine! Where she like, has to get up in the morning but he doesn’t want her to and she like stays at home? Loads of fluff , really! Thank you so much in advance!!”

The sound of your alarm clock going off at 7:00AM filled the room, and you stirred sleepily. You leaned up to turn it off, and was about to pry yourself from your boyfriend’s grip when you was pulled back down again. “Don’t go, love,” he mumbled, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“I have to, Charlie,” you sighed, melting against his embrace. You had to go and visit your parents, and it was a 2 hour drive to where they lived, so you had ot be up early in order to beat the morning traffic on the way there. “I said I’d visit them today.”

“Say you’re ill.” he mumbled, peppering kisses along your neck and your shoulders, tugging you closer to him and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Stay here, its warmer anyway.”

You knew you couldn’t argue with him, and it was pointless even trying. You sighed softly, entwining your fingers with his that were around your stomach. “Fine, I’ll say I’m ill.” you said, turning your head slightly to kiss his nose.

Charlie chuckled softly, a hand running through your hair. “Didn’t take much convincing, did it?”

“Well, I think I’d rather stay in bed with you all day than have my mother nag at me.” you laughed, turning around so your nose was touching Charlie’s, your legs wrapped together.

“I think you made the right choice,” Charlie smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, hands resting on your waist. “Love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too, Charlie.”

#kingsman #kingsman the golden circle #kingsman the secret service #charlie #charlie x reader #charlie hesketh #charlie hesketh x reader

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mad-ramblings · 7 years

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Update!

Hey guys! I know it’s been awhile, school has been taking most of my time. I’ll hopefully have my next request out soon (A Harry Hart x reader piece during TGC) but until then I just wanted to say that I have expanded my Broadway writing abilities! I’ll write for Dear Evan Hansen and Be More Chill now along with the plethora of others that I already know. So just send in requests for anything regarding those shows! Head canons, fic requests, heck if you send in information about yourself I’ll tell you who I ship you with (For any fandom I write for, if you are unsure just ask me!)

#harry hart x reader #merlin kingsman x reader #merlin x reader #eggsy x reader #charlie hesketh x reader #connor murphy x reader #evan hansen x reader #jared klienman x reader #jeremy heere x reader #michael mell x reader #bmc musical #newsies imagines #newsies x reader

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castleamc · 3 years

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handcrafted with love

Pairing: Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Words: 4.1K

Warnings: Food Mention, Drinking, Festival Setting, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a tent, Slight Jealousy, No use of Y/N, Reader has no specific character descriptions, and anything else lmk!

Summary: Your mission takes you and Agent Whiskey to the Glastonbury festival to gather the whereabouts of Clara Von Gluckfberg’s ex-boyfriend. Yet this mission turns out to be more than you had expected, while simultaneously being everything you ever hoped for.

A/N: I hope yall enjoy this little idea, I had been sitting on it for monthsss and now I finally got the chance to bring it to words. I still haven't recovered from the belt buckle and its 2021 :))))

Main Masterlist ⭐️

He really has no shame, does he?

You think as you watch your partner, Whiskey, try to flirt his way to gather intel from Clara Von Gluckfberg.

You have to admit she’s gorgeous as she laughs when she places her hand on his forearm, clearly buying into whatever Whiskey is whispering in her ear. You nibble on a snack from your small side bag, enjoying the show. You keep snacks around for the sole purpose being that these missions take quite some time to gather intel and you always forget to have a full meal. Whiskey would remind you, but you just don’t have time.

“Ah well aren’t you a charmer?” You say loud enough for him to hear through your earpieces, rolling your eyes eating the last piece of your snack.

You watch Clara reach into her bag searching for her cellphone as you overheard through the earpiece, Whiskey takes this chance to scan the festival narrowing his eyes on you just to wink. Making you laugh, you take it as your queue to leave him and head back to your shared tent.

Whiskey had driven both of you there, in case there was a need for a quick getaway giving you a chance to bring your supply of snacks. To which he watched you carry on your lap the whole ride to the festival from the corner of his eye. He never judged you for it, considering he literally had whiskey around his belt.

Heading to your tent you try to decide what to do, all you both really need from this mission is the whereabouts of Charlie Hesketh, Clara’s ex-boyfriend. So taking a nap doesn’t sound half bad. You figure he might take a while collecting the information, he’d probably have to use his charm to persuade her.

You feel slightly jealous, thinking back at the way he spoke with Clara. You know he does it because he has too.You scoff to yourself knowing you’re trying to convince yourself. It’s just he’s so damn good at charming women, you’d always hoped he’d flirt with you in that way. But Whiskey always kept it professional with you, which you deeply appreciated considering not many people in the agency take you as serious.

Maneuvering your way through the crowd once your tent is in eyesight, you sigh in relief entering. The shared tent had a dark blinder separating your left side to Whiskey’s right with curtains in the front of the sleeping areas. You open your own curtain tying them to the side, taking off your boots dragging yourself to your single bed to lay on your back.

You barely close your eyes when Whiskey enters, “Clover, are you going to sleep?”

He taps your dangling feet that are near the end of your bed with his boot.

You’re always shamelessly overflowed with joy whenever Whiskey would call you his clover, he called everyone else the same thing like sugar or sweets. But with you it was clover -his clover.

During a meeting with the Kingmans for intel exchange, Whiskey was grabbing drinks for everyone in the booth. Next thing you know, you were flinging yourself off the booth to catch his lasso that had flown out of his clutch near you. Just in time to wrap it around the man’s neck threatening to turn it on if he didn't let him go of your partner’s throat and to drop the very sharp weapon aimed at his neck. The whole incident happened fairly quickly. You’re still unsure what provoked the fight and how exactly Whiskey became unarmed, since he’s a master with hand to hand combat.

You’ve seen it countless times, but you know better not to pry. He couldn't even look at you in the eye after the fight ended. Yet you garnered the nickname clover from him when he sat back down squeezing your arm thanking you before chugging his beer.

You groan, “I was trying too” now sitting up.

“What were you able to get from her?”

“Her number.” Smirking lifting his phone with one hand on his waist.

“But I’ll be seeing her in a bit, I came back to change.” He points out.

“To change?”

Feeling the smidge of jealousy from earlier creep back up.

Why would he need to change? Unless he has other plans with her…

Whiskey heads over to the left his side of the room opening his curtain, while you stay in your bed bringing your legs up to your side on the bed facing down to your boots. Becoming slightly aware that Whiskey is changing his right next to you for his evening with Clara.

“Clover, it’s hotter than the hinges on the gates of Hades out there!” You can hear him shuffling off his clothes.

Oh that explains it.

You hope.

You smile to yourself bringing your eyes to stare at your boots laying on the floor, you didn’t mind the heat but you had to admit it was getting suffocatingly hot the later it gets.

“Hopefully she gives you something.” You pick at your nails trying to push down these feelings. Hoping that something is actual information and nothing else.

He steps out in front of you abandoning his hat, black leather jacket and belt, showing his soft brown hair. However, you found it surprising that he wasn’t wearing his belt that he made himself. In fact when he finished making it you were the first one he wanted to show it to, you loved how he took his time carving the Statesmen letters on the flask, but mainly impressed at the idea of having a flask detachable from his buckle ready at hand with whiskey.

You had to admit it, he was clever and he annoyingly knew it as well.

“I think she will, but I’ll be back soon.”

“Please be safe till I return, Clove and holler if you suspect anything.” He warns waiting for you to acknowledge him before heading out.

As soon as he left you plopped back down on your bed.

You’re left wondering about his belt, he always wears it wherever he goes. Wanting to take a sip of whiskey out of his flask hoping to forget he left to spend the afternoon with Clara, you decide to get up and sneakily head over to his side of the tent. Peaking head first into his side, he left his curtain open allowing you to see his leather jacket and his belt draped on top of the standing mirror.

Reaching for his belt to drink before he returns, you think how’d it look on you. You know that you’re not the same waist size, but you test the idea for fun. You held the belt admiring again at his craftsmanship tracing the letters delicately with your fingertips as if it was freshly painted on. It’s not as heavy as it looks but, it has some weight to it cause of the liquor inside. Gathering the ends of the belt you guide into the loops of your Levi shorts, feeling the weight of the flask isn’t as heavy. You loved the idea of his flask being within arm’s reach for him, again it was annoyingly clever. As your pulling the leather strap through the loops to tie it, you note the holes on the belt don’t reach, but you manage to figure out how to make the belt hold since the buckle has some weight to it.

You look up to the mirror with your hands around the belt admiring how the belt looks around your waist, turning side to side. The buckle’s metallic color has a beautiful contrast to the light blue color of your shorts, secretly wanting one. You turn to the side to see how it looks from the back looking over your shoulder, when his black leather jacket that’s obstructing your view catches your attention.

Might as well.

Reaching to grab his jacket you feel the heavy leather drop your wrist down, finding it oddly comforting. You put on the jacket feeling the weight of the leather on shoulders somehow easing your tension relaxing you, it reminds you so much of Whiskey. The way the slight heaviness pushed down on your shoulders just like when he’ll rest his arm on your shoulder to stand next to you. You’re much smaller than him, so he always finds a way to fit perfectly around you. That always made you feel safe. You pull on his jacket’s opening to wrap around you to feel that same effect, taking in his cologne reminding you of safety. It’s so intoxicating that you wanna lay down wrapped in his jacket, making you think how’d it feel to be wrapped in his arms.

You pull on the collars like he wears it bringing it to your nose, closing your eyes focusing on the smell, it’s strong, but gentle and warm while being cozy. It makes you think on the amount of times Whiskey smells like this, like when he would walk past you, hug you hello, or the little brief moments like when he covers you during missions. It’s your safety.

You’re so focused on the comfort the jacket that you failed to hear Whiskey walk in.

He managed to get the information from Clara with no effort at all thankfully, she excused herself heading to her room to change giving him a chance to snoop through her cellphone. After several fast scrolls he found the text messages from Charlie letting her know where he’ll be tomorrow. As soon as he got what he wanted, he left without a word to get back at you as quickly as possible. He hated leaving you after seeing how your eyes drooped a bit from exhaustion. You both had been awake the whole drive to the festival together preferring to take his car and a road trip instead of flying over here. He was lucky that you always carried snacks with you, saving the trip of stopping to buy food. He didn’t feel okay leaving you all alone. He knew you can handle yourself, you’ve proven it so many times before, but if he could be there with you right now then he wouldn't hesitate to stay.

He saw your side of the room was completely empty noticing your boots were still on the floor where you left them. He reaches behind for his weapon just in case, feeling his heart race a bit, until he saw a shadow on the floor catch his eye coming from his side of the dimly lit room.

Silently heading towards the direction of your shadow, his heart bottoms out seeing you wearing his jacket. He holds still, trying to save the image in his head before he could forget it. Seeing your reflection in the standing mirror, your eyes are closed with your arms wrapped around your waist with your hands barely sticking out the opening of the sleeves. He wishes he had a camera to save this moment you looked so peaceful, happy, and so damn beautiful. The way you wore it with confidence making it seem as if the jacket already belonged to you. He wanted it to belong to you more than ever. See you wear his clothes fills him with pride, thats my clover.

He decides to take the opportunity to stand behind you, focused on your face snuggled into his collar fighting the urge to hold you. When he starts taking inventory of your body, he sees his belt. He left it knowing it’ll be in good care plus, he knows you drink his whiskey he can tell when it feels lighter than before. From the times you sneak sips from it whenever he has the flask in his office desk.

Feeling the warmth from the jacket radiate deeply now from your back, you started to feel as if there was something standing behind you. But it wasn’t a threatening presence, it felt safe. Opening your eyes slightly, you saw Whiskey smirking at your reflection in the mirror feeling a little sheepish.

“I-I’m sorry Jack!”

You’re realizing you’re wearing his clothes, starting to take off the jacket when two large hands cupped yours stopping you to pull the jacket right back up to your shoulders again.

“Keep it on.”

“…and keep it.”

Before you can protest he continues, “it looks better on you anyways.”

You feel nerves bubbling in your stomach seeing the way his eyes trail down your body, but you clench your jaw trying to stop the butterflies. Reminding yourself he’s your partner and he doesn’t see you that way, over and over again.

Right?

Whiskey steps back, placing a gentle hand on your waist guiding you to turn to face him, letting his fingers leave traces from the side of your waist, down to your hip. Dragging out the moment while you’re still staring at his dark chocolate eyes, speechless. Your heart feels as if it somehow has stopped beating, all you can hear is the silence in the room blocking out the entire festival outside. It’s as if the whole world fell silent just for you both to have this moment together.

“I just wanted to try it on.” You swallow thickly.

He nods softly looking down at the belt around your hips, he’s smiling to himself. If only you knew.

“This...my clover, as much as I love seeing you wear my clothes.”

Whiskey starts unbuckling his belt from your hips, pulling at the ends letting you feel the strap exit every loop thats around your hips, that all you hear is the leather graze the jean material of your shorts.

"I can't let you keep."

Finally hearing as it exists the last loop, he pauses. He focuses his gaze on your eyes as he gathers the strap in one hand, you can feel his eyes piercing you. He’s telling you silently please look at him, but you physically can’t. Your eyes are focused on his large hands gripping the belt, knowing you’ll be too flustered to look face him.

Clearing your throat.

“Were you able to get anything else from Clara?”

He shakes his head, “She’s not important right now.”

He tosses his belt to the side moving closer to you, limiting the space between you both. You can smell his faded cologne easing you once again, it’s like he read your mind earlier and just knew you needed it.

Feeling bold you look up at dead straight in the eyes, to find him staring at yours. His eyes soften, fully dark with the need to pull you into a kiss.

He raises his hands to push back your strands of hair behind your ears, letting his fingers touch the sides of your neck softly, leaving goosebumps and the ghost of his touch linger. You want to feel more of him and he wants to do more than just briefly push your hair back.

“Are you trying to flirt with me Agent Whiskey?”

He tilts his head looking down at you, “What if I am?”

You swear the room is suffocatingly quiet, you think he probably heard your shaky sigh.

“How do you feel about it?”

You scoff, “I feel...nothing.”

That's a flat lie.

You’re trying to remain calm, you will not break in front of him letting him win whatever this is. He has to be messing with you, since he caught you wearing his things. Thankfully the sleeves of his jacket, now yours, is long enough for your fingertips to grip the edge.

Whiskey’s studying your face, but calls bluff. Keeping his eyes glued to yours, he drags his fingers from your biceps down your arms, deep enough for you to feel his fingers grazing your skin through the jacket’s leather. He reaches your fingertips that are clutching the edge of the sleeves, he grasps one of your hands and you let him. Feeling his touch was enough for you to want more, you knew in this moment Whiskey isn’t fooling around with you. He momentarily waits for your rejection hoping you don't pull away, you don’t ever want to.

You feel every texture on his hand, from the callous to the prominent wrinkles on his palm revealing all the years of hardwork. Turning your hand facing up, while his free hand drags the leather jacket sleeve up to your elbow. Fully exposing your arm, he brings the inner side of your wrist to his lips, still looking at you, but once he presses a gentle kiss Whiskey closes his eyes. He’s focusing on your pulse through his lips trying to steady his own heart, thinking it’s going 90 mph, but loving the way you’re responding to him.

You soften feeling his breath on your wrist, letting your fingers graze his cheek finally cupping it.

“You sure about that?” He whispers on your wrist opening his eyes to yours.

He leans his head into your touch parting ways with your wrist to now interlock hands together with yours near his face. Whiskey can feel his heart pound in his chest feeling you touch him so carefully like you’re afraid this will end. He won’t let it end, he wants to hold this moment for as long as he can. Listen to hear you talk, look at your eyes telling him to kiss you right now.

Before you both could move to kiss, you’re started by a large crowd passing by your tent outside laughing and enjoying in the festivities that you broke off the intimacy. Bringing you back to where you are and what you came here to do.

Clearing your throat, “Jack I-“

“I’d very much like to show you something, if you’d allow me.”

Taken by surprise but welcoming it, you agree putting on your boots following him grabbing your cowboy hat on the way out.

The crowd for the festival is booming with people, it’s starting to get late the sun is starting to set when you look up, Whiskey extends his arm behind to grasp your hand guiding you both so he doesn’t lose you heading to the parking lot.

Reaching his car he finally speaks firmly telling you to hold out your hands and to close your eyes, and no peaking. You do as he says curiosity getting the best of you, this wasn’t something you were use to.

He opens his trunk but you can’t hear anything except the festival, the loud music, people laughing, and dancing.

He’s being so quiet that you really have no idea what to make out what he’s doing.

You’ve forgotten that your hands are out, as you tried to hear what he was doing that you suddenly feel a metallic and cold square like shape on your hands. There’s straps dangling at the sides of your hands as you rub your thumbs on it, it feels as if it was leather.

He didn’t…

Feeling a brief touch to your chin, “Open your eyes."

You look down immediately feeling your heart swelling with love and a massive amount of happiness. Now all you can hear is how loud your heart is drumming in your ears.

Looking down, you can see your reflection being illuminated by the oranges and yellows of the sun, before you can focus on the details. Your heart skips noticing the edges around the flask are adorned by clovers at every corner of the square connected by vines containing small delicate leaves. Instead of his Straight Burden Whiskey saying under Statesmen, yours says To My Goodluck Charm, Love Jack.

Love Jack.

The flask doesn't have an opening like a regular flask, instead you grip it pushing it to the side revealing a large opening with a slope for your snacks to pour out. But your eyes trail around the silver, now seeing the leather straps attached to it. They’re covered by vines etched onto the leather, you’re running your fingers along the material feeling the grooves of each leaf under your fingers.

You start to feel your chin quiver, he put so much thought into this gift. You were always doubting yourself, thinking he could never see you more than his partner, someone he can always rely on, but he was falling in love with everything about you. Now he’s showing you how much he mean to him, creating a handmade gift purely for you.

Whiskey made a belt for you? Only you.

This was making it harder not to fall completely in love with this man.

“Jack y-you made me a belt?…Why?” You beamed up shaking your head in astonishment.

You tried to hydrate your mouth that’s gone so damn dry right now you’d kill for water, but really all you wanted to do was kiss him. This was the most meaningful gift you’ve ever received from anyone, and it came from someone you’ve always admired and loved so deeply.

“I’ve-uh noticed how you bring small snacks to our missions…”

He holds your gaze, seeing how soft your eyes have become “like earlier today I noticed you eating” he chuckles.

Feeling self-conscious that your partner has been watching you without your knowledge, you stop fighting the urge to act like it doesn’t affect you. It clearly does, you’ve always been attracted to Jack, he’s handsome with his dark brown hair, the way the light of the sunset is highlighting his features, that charming smile, and those eyes that pull you. Now with Jack admitting this particular tidbit about you is giving you major butterflies.

“I never knew you noticed me doing that…”

You blurt out holding the belt in your hands paying no mind to the actual weight of the buckle, still trying to process that he’s made you a gift so meaningful and unique. Just like him.

He laughs breathlessly, “I’ve always known you take sips from my flask, clover.”

You smile bashfully at him.

All he wants to tell you is that he notices everything about you, the way you smile whenever you have food, when you roll your eyes at him, and when you always play along with his flirtations keeping up with him. Making him long that one day he doesn’t have to brush it off as friends and that he can flirt, kiss, and love you.

“May I?”

You nod, as he’s reaching for your belt. He takes it softly leaning down slightly to bring the belt around your short’s loops, you lift up the leather jacket to help him get a better view. Once he reaches the last side of your hips, he brings his eyes to yours bringing the strap into the last loop and buckling it.

He whispers your name adoringly, “You’ve always caught my eyes.”

You lean into his soft lips feeling the prickle of his mustache tickle your lips, your hat is tipped upwards when it hits his forehead. Groaning into kiss, tipping upwards on your feet to wrap your arms around his neck letting your fingers drag along his scalp. You love the feeling of his hair wisp through your fingers until you’re finally clutching it. Making him moan into your mouth wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you in deeper into his kiss. He feels as if you’re going to slip away from him, never wanting to let you go. It makes him lose his balance leading you both to lean against his car for support, laughing pulling away from the kiss but remaining in his arms.

You feel the tingle of his kiss lingering on your lips, you’re both breathless. Unable to think of what to say next, but admiring his loving eyes looking down at you. You caress his face feeling his warm skin burn into your fingertips, bringing your thumbs softly around his under eyes and cheekbones.

He closes his eyes feeling your touch.

“You ready to go back and enjoy the festival?”

You smile, “With you? Always.”

You reach to squeeze his hand, while your other hand is placed inside the pocket of his- your leather jacket that you’re still wearing. He loves how you’ve taken ownership of his jacket already, blending your smell with his fills him pride that you’re his finally.

He reaches over to take off your cowboy hat, placing it over his head slightly tight on him, but he doesn't seem to mind. He looks so handsome in your brown suede hat. He looks over to you smiling, seeing those dark brown eyes saying so much, but mainly that he's so grateful you're in his life.

“So now you’re wearing my hat?”

“Well what’s mine is yours..” He lets go of your hand to grasp your waist instead, feeling under the leather jacket the heat radiating from you and the jacket to squeeze his fingers on your hip.

“And what’s yours is mine, from now and forever.”

You find yourself grinning, he really is a charmer.

But he’s your charmer.

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A/N: Alsooo to anyone that read this, if you've seen Discovery of Witches you'll catch on the inspo with Matthew/Diana from S1! I love the idea of having the love of your life kiss your pulse, it's so intimate feeling their pulse beat racing when theyre near you, I feel like Whiskey, Din and Frankie would do that. 🥺

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fireinmoonshot · 6 years

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Your Birthday | Kingsman Preferences

Eggsy Unwin: He’s big on making sure you have the best birthday. He’ll make sure you do exactly what you want – if you want a fancy dinner, he’ll book a fancy restaurant, but if you just want beer and take away on the couch, he’s totally fine with that too. He tries to spoil you as much as possible and just wants you to have the best day ever. He’s also definitely that person that tells everyone that it’s your birthday – including strangers on the street. He’d probably lead the birthday singing when he brings out your cake too.

Harry: Harry is very traditional when it comes to birthdays. He probably has a set plan for how he’s planned your day – a big, fancy breakfast is definitely first on the list. He definitely tries his hand at cooking on your birthday too, even if deep down he’d like to treat you to an expensive meal at a London restaurant, he knows you appreciate good, home cooked foods too. He definitely makes your birthday cake too – no bought cakes here! And he buys you something beautiful and expensive that he knows you’ll love, no doubt about it.

Merlin: Usually, Merlin isn’t a fan of big, bold gestures and surprises. But when it comes to your birthday, he goes all out. He definitely buys you something fancy and expensive as your present, and spends all day telling you that you deserve it and that he really, really loves you. In all honesty, he’s pretty laid back when it comes to celebrating though – and he knows that you’re happy with KFC and whiskey on the couch for dinner, which makes him even happier too. However, if you want a fancy dinner at a good restaurant, he’ll be on the phone booking a table before you even finish speaking.

Agent Tequila: Let’s be honest – you expect him to forget your birthday. But, in reality, he’s been planning everything out for weeks. He’s pretty chill when it comes to your birthday, simply because he knows you don’t want anything big or fancy. It’s probably just a drink or two at his favourite bar, some good take out and a movie on the couch. He definitely turns into a bit of a clingy guy on your birthday though, and spends the entire day telling you how much he loves you and making sure you have the best day.

Agent Whiskey: He’s awake before you on his birthday, and when you wake up you’re greeted by the smell of your favourite breakfast being cooked in the kitchen. Whiskey dubs your birthday the day he does everything for you – you need to relax and enjoy your day. It’s probably a cozy day at home for your birthday with Whiskey. You watch something on TV, and he probably tries to cook you a birthday cake – and then burns it. But it’s the thought that counts, right?

Charlie Hesketh: Did you say the most caring person on your birthday ever? Because that’s definitely what Charlie is. He makes the day entirely about you. There’s no worrying about anything else – no work, no other life things. Because this is your birthday and he’s going to make sure this is the best day ever. He’s secretly been learning to make a cake for weeks just for your birthday, and even though it’s not the best he’s very proud of it. He makes a full home-cooked dinner for you too – mostly because he just doesn’t want to share you on your special day, and honestly, you don’t mind one bit.

Roxy Morton: She is the absolute sweetest on your birthday. She wakes you up with a kiss, no doubt about it. And she’s probably invited your parents to town too, simply because she knows you’d want to see them on your birthday. With Roxy, your birthday involves lots of kisses and hand holding. Lots of small gestures that mean the absolute world. She takes you out for dinner, and makes sure you get your favourite meal. And then probably stops for ice cream on the way home because she knows you love it.

#kingsman #kingsman x reader #eggsy unwin x reader #harry hart x reader #merlin x reader #charlie hesketh x reader #roxy morton x reader #agent tequila x reader #agent whiskey x reader #writing this made me realise how boring my birthday is lol #kingsman preferences #eggsy unwin preferences

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reformedkingsmanagent · 5 years

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Idk if you take requests or anything, but if you’re ever feeling up to it would you ever write dad!charlie? Or expectant dad!charlie?? I wanna see my bionic boy being soft for mama and baby :((

A/N: I came up with this, wanted to put it out there before I started adding and just never finished it. At some point if we want more of this, I can continue it with a separate part! You just let me know!

Anyways, here’s some more soft Charlie for you!

“Wait, you’re gonna have to run that by me one more time, because I’m not sure I understood you—”

“I’m, um, well…” The words wouldn’t come. Whatever nerve you’d scraped together to try to tell him had left you.

He stood in front of you, keys in hand, concern written all across his handsome face. He was halfway out the door, folder tucked in the metal hand, on his way to work, or what he was calling work these days which really was just coordinating with Merlin. Something a year ago he swore he’d never do. How things had changed.

How things were changing.

“We can talk when you get back, okay?”

He shook his head, coming back inside the flat. “Absolutely not, you know how I am.”

As if you could get off so easily with this. “I do know how you are,” you echoed, fiddling with the sleeves of the stolen sweater. You couldn’t help but smile at him despite the storm churning in your stomach, for more reasons than the problem at hand.

It wasn’t a problem, that’s the wrong word.

“Love, talk to me,” he begged, reaching out to place his hand over yours, interrupting your nervous habit. “What is it?”

You could feel the weight of his curiosity on your shoulders.

“No pressure,” you muttered, trying to shake off the jitters that were threatening to close you off from him. “I—It’s very important, and if you’re in a rush, I can wait, really,” you explained.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that to throw me off.” His smile didn’t mask his worry. “Come here.” He pulled you over to the kitchen and sat you down on one of the stools before setting the folder and his keys down in front of him on the marble countertop. “What were you trying to tell me?”

He was so gentle with his words, it was hard to imagine now how he was at first, so closed off and not at all receptive of your attempts to help coax him out of the hole he’d dug for himself. But soon enough the confessions tumbled from his lips and you never looked back.

“Whatever it is, I’ve done worse,” he promised, reaching for your cheeks. “Got a body you need me to get rid of for you?”

You pulled his hands away, keeping them in your lap. “You’d do that for me?”

“In for a penny, in for a pound, love. Of course I would.” He squeezed your hands in his. “But that’s not it, is it?”

You finally shook your head. “No. I, uh, whew, I knew this would be tough, but I really had no idea.” He was still watching you as you looked up at him. You quickly looked away again.

Just tell him. If he’s willing to help you hide a body, I think he’ll be okay knowing he’s about to be locked into an 18+ year agreement—

“I’m pregnant!”

You were a bit louder and much more forceful than you intended, but it was out there, you couldn’t take it back or dress it up as something else anymore.

“I’m pregnant,” you repeated, though much quieter this time.

His hands went slack in yours and you felt the panic rising. You were honestly scared to look up at his face, to see the rejection there. It felt like you were looking up at skyscrapers, ready to fall over onto the ground, though the only thing you saw was the now-blurry hem of his plain maroon shirt.

He let out a breath, something close to a sigh, but not quite. “Oh my god.”

Here it comes.

“I fucking knew it!”

It took you a few seconds to comprehend what he’d just said. “What?”

“Merlin told me I was crazy, Mr. ‘Masterfully-Observant’ told me I was absolutely insane for thinking it—”

“Wait, wait, you knew? How did you know? No one knows, I haven’t told anyone yet.”

“It’s easy, love. You were skipping breakfast because you couldn’t keep it down, you stopped having a drink with me at dinner, you haven’t slept a whole night through in a while now, and you haven’t let me anywhere near your chest—”

“Charlie!”

“What? It’s true. You forget I was almost a spy.”

You tried to cover your face with your hands but he wouldn’t let you. His nose brushed along yours as he took in a deep breath. He waited for you to do the same before he let it out.

“I’m happy,” he whispered. “I can see the fear in your eyes.” The metal fingers came up to cup the side of your face, drawing you in even closer so his lips could find yours. “This is wonderful news.”

“You’re not even a little worried?”

He backed off enough to meet your eyes. “Of course I am. But not about the kid,” he clarified. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, as my suspicions grew,” he raised his eyebrows and got a smile out of you. “When the reality started to sink in…” A second of discomfort passed over his face before he was back to his normal self. “I realized that maybe I’d get a chance to put something good out there, to make up for myself. To be better than what I knew growing up. It’s incredibly daunting, sure, but I think we make an okay-enough team.” Your smile grew to match his. “But only if you trust me with this.” He finally showed his vulnerable side as his voice wavered a bit.

You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck. “Of course I do.”

He pulled you in for a tight hug, staying there with you as the two of you pretended your eyes weren’t watering, as he fought to keep his emotions in check so he didn’t become a mess on his way to speak with Merlin.

“We’re having a baby,” you acknowledged.

“We’re having a baby,” he very nearly sobbed. “Look at us,” he sighed, trying to settle himself down with a deep breath.

He finally let you go, instantly moving to wipe at his eyes. “Here,” you interrupted quietly, offering him your shirt. As he pulled it up and away from your stomach to wipe beneath his eyes, he couldn’t help but glance down at your exposed skin. You weren’t showing, not at all, not yet, but it still felt significant.

He slowly reached down to press his hand against your abdomen. He let his forehead fall to yours and the two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, just breathing, before he finally kissed you goodbye and left for work, promising to keep the meeting short so he could be back with you as quickly as possible.

There was another future to plan for.

#charlie hesketh #charlie hesketh x reader #kingsman #writing #hope this is okay

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koyland · 6 years

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London Become Human - Part.1

I recently joined the Detroit: Become Human fandom and I fell deeply in love with the plot and the characters. It was not long before I came up with the ideia of writing a reader insert with DBH!AU and with Charlie as a grumpy detective who lost everything. This is the first time I publish something in a long time, so comments are welcome and appreciated.

And finally I dedicate this story to @reformedkingsmanagent because she is an amazing writer who graciously give us the Charlie material for our entertainment. She deserves the recognition of an excellet writer that she is and to receive good Charlie fanfics. If you don’t know her work you should as soon as possible!

Hope you like it! Enjoy!

Pair: Detective!CharlieXAndroid!Reader

Words:851.

November 5th, 2038

Time 11:21 p.m.

The rain was merciless that night and there was no sign that it would stop. You were soaking wet. Thankfully for being an android that didn’t bother you. You could tell the exact temperature of the environment around you, but you could not feel cold, or rather, you were not programmed to feel cold. Certainly, this is an advantage in your favor since your current mission has constantly exposed you to the elements.

Mission: Find Detective Inspector Charles Hesketh.

The people in the police station suggested that you might find him in one of the pubs around. You had already been through four and no sign of Detective Hesketh. You would have to rush your search if you wanted to get to the crime scene today. Without any hesitation, you entered the fifth bar, not stopping even with the plate forbidding the entry of androids into the door.

The interior of the pub drowned out the noise of the rain and replaced it with the sound of the telly above the bar and an old jukebox playing in the corner. The place was not full, having in total nine people, counting on the bartender behind the counter. Ignoring looks and comments, you scanned each of them for identification. On the seventh face you got the ID you wanted.

Match:

Det. Hesketh, Charles Born 12/21/214 // Police Detective Inspector. Criminal record: None. Medical record: prosthetics of the right arm and replacement of the voice box.

If it were not for your facial scanning system maybe, you wouldn’t have found Charles Hesketh. His file showed a young police officer, wearing his uniform, smiling arrogantly at the camera. His uniform hat covered his brown hair, but not his clear blue eyes, which made them his most striking feature.

The man in front of you... did not look like the image of his file. His full brown hair had been shaved, a five o'clock shadow occupied his face, and his pale and emaciated appearance were strong indicators of poor diet. The only thing unchanging was his brilliant blue eyes.

By your calculations, your chances of success have decreased significantly.

“Detective Inspector Hesketh?” You called.

Taking his eyes from his glass, he turned to you. His eyes making a slow, lazy stroll down your body, taking in your appearance.You could practically feel his eyes passing through your wet CyberLife uniform, your also wet H/C hair and E/C eyes until he stops at the LED on your face.

"I think you're lost, doll. The Eden Club is six blocks from here.” He laughed and turned to the counter.

“Detective Inspector Hesketh. I am Y/N, the android sent by CyberLife.” You introduced yourself. “I looked for you at the police station, but no one knew where you were. They told me you'd probably be drinking around. I was lucky to meet you at the fifth bar.”

“What the fuck you want?” The man grunted, taking another sip of his drink.

"A case has been assigned to you earlier today. A homicide involving a CyberLife android. "You clarified. “And according to the procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist the investigators.”

"Well, I do not need any bloody assistance, dolly. Especially not from a stupid piece of plastic like you. So be a good lil robot and get the fuck out.” He dismissed his eyes still fixed on his drink.

"I think you should stop drinking and come with me. It will make life easier for both of us.”

The detective nodded, taking another sip, but did not move. You considered your options. You could threaten him, but calculated that your chances of success in this scenario would be too low and there was a great risk of jeopardizing your professional relationship with the detective. Another option would be to be understanding, but the man's posture indicated that this would have no effect. The only alternative would be to insist.

"I'm sorry, Detective, but I must insist. My instructions stipulate that I accompany you.”

"Do you know where you should stick your fucking instructions?” He replied laughing against his glass.

"No ... where?" You asked curiously for the answer.

Detective looked at you with a scowl. “Nevermind.” He dismissed, turning his gaze back to the now empty glass.

Looking also at the glass, Y/N had an idea.

“You know what? I pay one for the trip. What do you think?” You proposed and when he didn’t offer any resistance, you took it as a yes. “Bartender, the same, please?”

“That’s cool of you, dolly. Paying a bloke a drink. You can’t say that chivalry is dead, isn’t right Benny!?” He said to the bartender.

“They can say what they want, Charlie, but at least these androids are programmed with better manners than most folks around here” The Barman replied when serving the drink.

Y/N deposited the money on the counter and silently watched the detective finish his drink in one gulp. He turned to you and gave you the same cocky smile from his file.

"Did you say homicide, doll?"

#charlie hesketh x reader #charlie hesketh #charlie hesketh imagine #kingsman #kingsman imagines #reader #readerinsert #dbhau #dbu #detroitbecomehuman #au #detroit become human au #android!reader #detective!charlie

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flippingeggsy · 7 years

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Charlie in loooooove ;) I love your writing! Hope all is well!!

a/n: thanks babe :)

Charlie would low-key (high-key) freak out

He would be like: im in love?? Im in love?!!!!

But he wouldn’t know what to do knowing that everything thinks of him as someone who wouldn’t fall in love??

Like everyone thinks he’s more of a fuckboy

But you know he’s not

But one day he starts acting odd around you

By odd i mean, he sort of avoids any contact with you and just stays quiet

So you ask him and he just stares at you

“I love you”

And you just look at him before a big smile is on your face

“That’s why you’ve been so quiet?? Babe, i love you too! You shouldn’t be scared?”

so after you’ve told him it’s okay and you know that he loves you he grows even more affectionate with you

Like I mean, more kisses, hugs etc - the whole load

And he swoons over everything you do (in private of course)

And he likes to prove everyone wrong and that he’s no fuckboy

#kingsman headcannon #kingsman imagine #charlie hesketh #charlie hesketh x reader #charlie hesketh imagine #kingsman the golden circle #Kingsman The Secret Service

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agent-absinthe · 6 years

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Excerpt from Honeyed Pt. 5

I won’t make any promises as to when this will fully be up by I hope this tides y’all over for a bit!

“What do you think about the current state of the Kingsman stocks and the company outlook?” Percival asked, his gin and tonic lying forgotten in his hand as he and several others looked to Elise for her answer.

“Well, considering the fact that it’s been over six months since the company began its partnership with Microsoft I think it may be hitting that plateau of investing interest. The stocks will probably fall a little, but I think Kingsman is in good enough health to afford to pay off some extra dividends and get that enticement back up. Maybe offer a special deal to college students, they already love the brand and any promise of growth in their lives is always a welcome one. I mean just by getting out there and talking about it on campuses could generate more cash flow than we have coming in from current holders.”

Elise took another drink of her cocktail and smiled at the sharply dressed business men, who nodded their approval and drank with her. Hamish had deposited her at the bar and went off to deal with some formal business matters, his colleagues becoming very curious about who Merlin was carrying around on his arm. Percival had not expected an actual answer out of her, then again if anyone was going to bring in a gorgeous girl that knew her shit it was Merlin. He was currently leaning against a table talking about quarterly results with several of their biggest stockholders including Joseph Hesketh, who was quick to ask about his date.

“She’s a cute little thing isn’t she? Looks a bit young too, Hamish I didn’t take you as the uh, cradle robbing type. Not following in Hart’s footsteps are you?” Joseph’s eyes locked on to Eggsy across the showroom floor, the sugar baby brat was in line for a promotion that his son should be getting instead.

Merlin was on his fourth dram of good scotch so the insult didn’t sting as much as it should have, “She’s 23, tha’s not exactly a cradle robbing age.”

“My apologies, where did you find her? She looks like she’s getting comfortable over there with Percival, seems quite friendly.” He said it with a laugh, nodding to the bar where Elise had her hand over her mouth giggling at something the Software Developer said.

Hamish immediately scowled, his buzz turning his own insecurities to irrational anger in seconds, he huffed and turned back to Joseph downing the last bit of his drink before answering the question.

“Elise just likes to please, probably laughing at one of his fucking computer puns-“

He watched them talk excitedly to one another for several more minutes until Percival excused himself and Elise put a hand on his forearm as they said goodbye- an innocent gesture of friendliness. Merlin took it as anything but.

Elise was back at square one of sipping her drink alone when a younger man who didn’t seem so impressed with her knowledge slid across the bar to her side. He was handsome- curly hair, sharp cheekbones, a jaw of marble- and apparently didn’t realize who she walked in with.

“And who’s date are you then? Must have cost him a fortune to have you all dressed up, although I will say the company knowledge is a very good touch.”

“Pardon me?” Elise prayed she heard him wrong, her heart beginning to beat faster.

“Oh, drop the act. Half of these old bastards in here have an escort or a whore on their arms instead of their wives. You look far too uncomfortable in those diamonds and dress to be used to anything and I don’t see a name tag on you which means you are not part of the American sales team, obviously. So the question still stands; are you an escort or are you a whore?”

She was caught in the headlights. Eyes wide, heart hammering. Was it that obvious that she didn’t fucking belong in here in these clothes? Was she that much of a low class fuck up?

“Oi! Charlie, how ‘bout you back the fuck up there, bruv. Maybe try not to be such a posh fuckin’ prat, ya?” Oh, Eggsy. Thank fuck Eggsy.

This only made Charlie laugh, “Ah! A sugar baby! That was my next choice. Ugh, do you lot just run in packs now? God, I have to know who’s willing to pay to try and pull a Pretty Woman on you though. Is it Bors? I bet it’s Bors-”

Eggsy was aggressively protective of Elise, he remembered his first time being thrown to these wolves and dammit if he was going to let Charlie fucking Hesketh ruin Elise’s night. He was prepared to make an absolute scene and embarrass the fuck outta Charlie, luckily there was no need for that because right at that time Hamish was making his way to them. The look on his face less than pleased. Elise didn’t notice it though all she knew was that he was coming for her and she wouldn’t have to stand around like a lost puppy.

“Hamish! Honey, Eggsy was just introducing me to one of the other U.K agents!”

The sudden terror on Hesketh’s face was enough to make Eggsy put a hand to his mouth to try and stifle the laugh that was going to bubble up.

“Hesketh, your father’s asking for ye, best go see to it. And Eggsy, Harry is around here somewhere, go keep him out of trouble.”

“Of course! Lovely meeting your date, sir!” Charlie turned sharply and drug his own feeble date along with him.

“Thank goodness you came back, I missed you. I was starting to get really uncomfortable, these people are vultures- ah! Hamish stop, Hamish that hurts.”

He had a possessive hand on around her upper arm, blunt nails biting into her as they paced across the room Merlin’s long and now quick gait made Elise have to hold up the front of her dress so that she wouldn’t tread on it.

“I do not appreciate you disrespecting me like tha’.”

“Disrespecting you? How?” Elise felt like she had somehow been dropped into a nightmare. What the fuck was happening?

“Y’ were flirting.

Ah, Percival. She rolled her eyes, "How? How was I flirting? I was trying to make a good impression!”

The hand around her arm tightens, nails now cutting into the skin. Hamish would wake up tomorrow with dried blood under them and have no memory of where it came from. He pulled her closer to him and fixed his gaze on her, eyes heavy and dark with rage. Fear now joined the growing shame as she looked up at him suddenly painfully aware of how small she was despite the heels that nearly put them on fair ground, but anger was also making its way into her system.

"Why are you acting like this?!"

"ME? You're the one soliciting with everyone else here!"

"Soliciting?! Hamish, you told me to socialize! What's wrong? Did you not know I was fucking smart? Did you not think I'd be able to talk to people here? I'm trying to look like someone who belongs here with you and not-" and you huff and look down embarrassed, Charlie’s words still echoing in her head.

"Like what? Oh like a paid date? A whore?"

"... ya.”

He tosses her arm down and seethes, "Well that's all you are. I paid for everything on ye and I paid for you. That makes you mine so, fuckin’ act like it. Keep your mouth shut, stop flirtin’, and for fuck sake keep your hands to yourself.”

Elise turned her head away and blinked, fuck don’t cry don’t cry it’ll make the scene worse. Bile was at the back of her throat, chest suddenly so tight she felt like she couldn’t fucking breathe. Even though no one was watching them, Elise had never felt more humiliated in her life. No one made her feel more humiliated than Merlin had just now, the whole relationship of trust and intimacy now broken down into labels. The power dynamic more clear now than ever.

“I need a fuckin’ drink. When I get back, ye better be here and have lost that attitude.” Another scotch was definitely not what he needed, but at this rate nothing mattered.

Her voice was small and strained from trying not to cry, “You’re not who I thought you were.”

Hamish didn’t respond and instead stormed off leaving Elise on her own again. She couldn’t stay here, not after that- he made it perfectly clear what he thought about their arrangement. Made it clear that there was not a mutual respect, she was just some young piece of ass he could pay to carry around on his arm when it was convenient. A panic attack was blooming in her throat, mascara already starting to run and blur her vision. Elise was able to slip out the patio door before any of her sobs became vocal, how could she have been so fucking stupid?

“Somethin’s wrong.” Eggsy had seen some of the exchange, saw Elise slip out. His stomach was in knots.

“Darling, I’m sure everything is fine-“

“No, it ain’t. Go stall Merlin, I need to make sure that El’s ok.”

He handed Harry his martini and made for the door leaving the accountant looking a little bewildered. It was easy enough to find her. Elise was sitting on the steps leading to the gardens, it was a chilly night and most of the drunk crowd was happy to stay inside where it was warm. To try and quell her sobs Elise was biting her fist, anything to keep the pathetic sounds from coming up.

“Elise?” Eggsy knelt beside her and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, she instantly leaned into him and he held her, “What ‘appened? Is this about what Charlie said- don’t listen to him! He’s just a posh snob, don’t know what he’s talkin’ about.”

All of his words of comfort fell short as soon as she spoke, “Hamish called me paid for. Basically said I was just his whore. Eggsy, I-“

More sobs came up from her lips, but Eggsy already had his phone out to grab her an Uber, one arm still protectively around her shoulders. His own anger making his blood boil, he had to get her out of here before Hamish fucked up even more.

“Shhh, I’ve got ya a ride, they’ll take ya back to Merlin’s so you can get your car. Go home, take a shower, don’t think about him, love. I’ll call you in the morning and we can figure out what to do. If you want to end it ya got every right to.”

“If I leave-” Panic showed plainly on her face. Panic and fear.

“Hey, ‘arry and I will handle him. He’s gonna have a lot to answer for tomorrow, what he did was fucked and ya don’t deserve to be treated like that. Now come on, they should be pullin’ up front soon.”

The poor Uber tried talking to her but eventually just handed her a box of tissues and turned up the music, it was a merciful gesture and she made sure to tip them well. Once inside Elise could feel the exhaustion and shame seep into her, filling every fiber like she had been infected by something. After the dress, jewelry, shoes, and lingerie lay neatly folded on a chair in his bedroom she pulled on some spare clothes she kept at the house and left, wanting nothing more than to curl up in the shower at home and finish crying.

#honeyed #agent absinthe #sugar daddy au #merlin kingsman x reader #hartwin included #abuse tw #kingsman au #kingsman reader insert #charlie hesketh #i'm gonna add in roxy too!

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