#Kingsman Fan Fic

[palioom]

bull ride

summary: out at a bar, jack watches you ride a mechanical bull and he can't wait to go home so you can ride the real thing.

pairing: jack “whiskey” daniels x f!reader word count: 2.0k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames); some swearing; dirty talk; unprotected p in v; public sex (kinda); spanking; jack being lowkey cringe

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This had been supposed to be just a nice little evening out at the bar in town. Just a few drinks, some food and each other's company.

What Jack hadn’t expected to happen was to watch his girl ride a mechanical bull while he had the hardest boner of his life. He hadn’t known that the bar had installed one of these things recently and he also hadn’t known that she was quite good at riding it. 

Though he did know she was quite good at riding other things.

Jack watched her from his place at their table, sipping his whiskey as she was thrown back and forth, almost effortlessly moving with the mechanical beast. A laugh on her face the whole time, he swore she gave him a nasty little look whenever she faced him again, paired with a wink.

A wink that only made his dick throb harder.

Adjusting himself in his jeans, he stared at her bouncing breasts without any shame, a small hiss leaving him as he imagined her riding him like this. Moving back before she slid to the front again, pretending to wave a cowboy hat around with a loud laugh while the people around her cheered her on.

What a goddamn sight that was for his old cowboy heart. Seeing his girl ride a damn metal bull was as close as he’d ever get to see her ride the real thing.

She lasted an impressively long time, almost a minute long before she eventually got thrown off. Giggling and laughing all the while, her hair tousled and her face red when she came back to him. Adjusting her clothes as she walked.

And knowing immediately that he was horny as hell as she sat down opposite of him, the biggest grin on her face.

What a teasing little thing she was.

“I kinda wanna go again.” She said, sipping her own drink. The twinkle in her eye was playul, letting his blood boil hot.

“I know a different bull you can ride at home, sugar.” Jack replied with a wide grin, his dark mustache stretched wide over his white teeth. He shifted in place, his cock uncomfortably straining against the zipper of his jeans. “That one’s gonna be even more fun.”

A grin that matched his spread on her features, emptying the last of her drink while waving someone over to pay.

They had barely made it a quarter of the way home when he had to pull over, grabbing her by the chin to pull her into a hungry kiss, his fingers digging into her skin. Her hand reached out to palm him through his jeans, a low groan escaping him and tumbling right into her mouth.

He reluctantly pulled back, only to motion for her to get out and get into the truck bed of the Bronco. Needing her on his dick right now, riding him like she had that damn bull. The image still flickered in front of his eyes, the way she moved on that thing, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

“Wanted to be a cowgirl too, huh?” Jack asked, when he sat down at the edge of the truck bed, his hands on her waist pulling her closer. Their lips met again, his tongue slipping into her mouth while her arms snaked around the back of his neck, almost knocking his hat off of him.

“Maybe.” She giggled in between kisses, feeling his hands move under the hem of her shirt, his fingertips ghosting over her hot skin. 

Who would have known this would get him so hot and bothered? Just by holding onto that thing like her damn life had depended on it. 

Well, in a way she definitely had known. It was one of the reasons she had suggested this bar over the other ones they frequented.

“Let’s see how long you can last on this bull, pretty cowgirl.”

His hands moved to her jeans, working the button open before pulling down the zipper. Thank fuck it was summer, Jack really couldn’t have waited all the way home if it was any colder than right now.

Her pussy was already wet when he let his hand wander into her pants, rubbing over the slick, wet spot that had formed on her panties. She whimpered against his lips, breaking from him to look down at where his hand vanished, finding her clit through her underwear and pressing against it with one thick finger.

Languid movements, chuckling at how her breath hitched in her throat and her hips bucked into his touch. Rubbing over it again and again, enjoying the sweet sounds that left her, gasping and moaning, her feet shuffling apart.

“Jack, please.” She moaned, her lips finding his again in a sloppy kiss, her hands cupping his cheeks. “Don’t tease me, please, baby.”

His finger pressed down harder before he moved his hand back, biting her lip when she whined in protest. Going from cocky to putty in his hands so quickly.

Such a sweet thing, helping him take off her pants, her own hands palming his hard cock, making him groan.

“You’ve been teasin’ me the whole time you were on that damn thing.” He said, yanking her underwear down her legs while she continued kissing him. “C’mon, darlin’, you know this bull needs that cowgirl to ride him.”

A giggle left her, helping him to quickly work open his pants and move them down far enough over his ass that his cock sprang free. Hard and angry, in some desperate need for attention.

Jack hoisted her up, her legs straddling his narrow hips. He really didn’t care that they were on the side of the road and any passing car could see them do this, they were practically in the middle of nowhere anyways.

Taking his hat off of his head, he placed it on hers with a smirk, his hand finding her hips again and squeezing the warm flesh hard. How pretty she looked like this, watching her take his cock in hand to line herself up with him before she slowly sank down.

A guttural sound left her, enjoying the way he stretched her open more and more with every inch, until she sat in his lap.

“Atta girl, lookin’ so pretty takin’ my dick.” He chuckled, giving her ass a sharp smack which made her gasp. “C’mon, show me up close how you rode that thing.”

As she started to move, bouncing in his lap while bracing herself on his broad chest, he leaned back onto his elbows, enjoying the show. Mesmerized by how his dick vanished inside of her tight pussy over and over again, glistening in the low lights.

It made it hard to not just cum instantly, her perfect tits jiggling with every movement, her head thrown back. All while she kept making those noises, unabashed and loud in the silence of the night.

“Oh, fuck, Jack.” She moaned, one of her hands moving to her own breast, kneading it, rolling her nipple between two fingers. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He chuckled, just watching her work.

“You liked ridin’ that bull more than this one, didn’t you, sugar?” The words were meant to egg her on, her hips stuttering momentarily before falling back into a rhythm, faster now. “Probably still thinkin’ ‘bout that huge piece of metal between your legs.”

She whimpered, his words only getting her closer to the edge. Changing the angle just slightly, she finally found more friction against her clit while his cock dragged along all the wonderful parts inside of her pussy. So thick and deep, each bounce better than the last.

Fuck, she wished he was fucking her right now, pounding her into the truck bed, knowing he would make it fast but hard with how worked up he was.

It was a miracle he hadn’t busted inside of her yet.

“No, Jack.”

He chuckled, one of his hands reaching out to smooth over her hip and down to her ass, caressing the spot where it had come down harshly. Only to do so again, loving the noises that left her lips.

“You better not, the only bull you need to ride is right here, sugar.” He said, helping her movements by guiding them once they started to falter.

Completely lost in the feeling of his cock, eyes closed and bouncing on him like her life depended on it.

“Just work it, baby, just like that.” The praise made her feel hot, sweat breaking on her skin as she continued to focus on the feeling of him inside of her. “Gimme a yeehaw, sweet cowgirl, c’mon!”

It was ridiculous, a breathless giggle leaving her as she opened her eyes and looked at him. She loved the smirk on his lips and the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Still, she obliged, taking one hand off his chest to lift his hat off of her head, just like she had pretended to earlier.

“Yeehaw, baby!” She yelled, making him laugh beneath her, wishing he could take a picture of this. Her, against the starry sky in the middle of nowhere, waving his hat around.

Maybe he should do that another time.

“Atta girl, keep ridin’ it, show that bull who’s the boss!”

Another harsh smack on her ass, the area red and stinging but simply adding to the feeling.

Jack could be so ridiculous sometimes, but she enjoyed it, grinding down into him harder.

“This bull’s got some stamina.” She breathed out, nothing but a whiny whisper. “Fuck, I’m close.”

He sat up again, his hands pushing her down into his lap, feeling her grip him tight when his lips found hers.

“Soak it, sugar,” Jack groaned against her lips, teetering right on the edge, “be a good little cowgirl for me and soak my cock with that talented pussy.”

His fingers found her clit, hurling her right over the edge with just the smallest touch, her arms wrapping around his neck once again as her pussy convulsed around him, breathless moans leaving her.

It made her head spin, the intensity of her orgasm and as her hips faltered, he kept guiding her movements, his fingers still working on her clit. Too much at once, biting his lip as he finally fell over as well.

Pressing her down into his lap, his dick spilling deep inside of her with a deep groan. He could never get enough of that feeling of her tight pussy.

His arms encircled her waist, keeping her close as she slowly caught her breath, slumped against him. That was too much of a workout tonight, first her session on the mechanical bull and now her rodeo on this one.

“What a ride.” She chuckled, leaning back to look at him. Taking his hat off of her, she placed it back on his head. “How d’you enjoy this rodeo, cowboy?”

Jack laughed, squeezing her tight.

What a filthy little thing.

“Never enjoyed bein’ ridden more than with this damn fine cowgirl on top of me.” He answered, giving her a little pat on the hip, signalling her to move off of him. If they were home already, she could have stayed sitting on his cock all night long but unfortunately they still had a bit of a drive in front of them.

She understood, moving off of him, still smiling but missing the feeling of him inside of her already.

Jack helped her get dressed again after he had put his own pants back in place, steadying her as she stood on wobbly legs.

“Which one did you enjoy more, darlin’?” He asked once they were finished and back in the car again. “There’s only one right answer here, sugar, so choose carefully.”

She giggled, pretending to think for a moment as he started the Bronco and took off.

“The mechanical one was wild.” She said, seeing him raise an eyebrow, just the corner of his lips curling up. “But nothing’s better than the real deal, don’t worry, Jack.”

He laughed at that, shaking his head.

“Nothin' better than a real bull to ride, that’s true, sugar.” Looking over at her briefly, she could still see the mischief in his eyes, promising nothing good. “But you should get a few more lessons in, cowgirl. There’s a lot to learn.”

She rolled her eyes, one of her hands laying on his thigh.

“And I’m sure you’ll be more than happy to teach me “

[brinleyparke]

Kingsman Fic Ideas/Prompts

Charlie gets kicked out or at least punished for the water prank.

Parachute test fix-it (Perhaps Merlin takes a minute to understand why Eggsy has said chip on his shoulder)

What if Eggsy and Charlie were the last two in the parachute test?

"Manners maketh man. You'd do well to remember that Mr. Hesketh." Or Harry is none too pleased when he finds out how Charlie has been treating Eggsy.

What if Charlie had passed the loyalty test?

Harry lets Eggsy teach Dean a lesson after Eggsy fails the final test and comes home and finds out that Dean hit his mom.

Post-TGC: Merlin lives, but Eggsy still feels guilty.

H/C after train track test

Maybe Eggsy is upset that he was drugged.

Maybe Eggsy has been drugged before, so he has a panic attack or a nightmare after the train test.

Maybe Eggsy is still freaked out a little because he thought he was gonna die.

Eggsy gets de-aged to 4 years old (mind and body). Harry takes care of him until they can turn him back. (GEN FIC) Based on this fanart:

Harry apologizes to Eggsy for what he said and the assumptions he made in the Black Prince.

Tilde tells her parents about Eggsy.

After the toast to Merlin, Eggsy leaves the room (maybe he goes to the bathroom or something) and breaks down. Harry or Tequila or Ginger Ale comforts him.

Tilde meeting Daisy and Eggsy's mother for the first time.

Post-TGC: Eggsy has nightmares about Merlin and almost losing Tilde, and Tilde comforts him.

During training, Eggsy has nightmares about Dean.

After Merlin's "most dangerous job interview" speech, Harry explains the bruises on Eggsy's cheek and neck.

After the water test, all of the recruits receive physicals. Eggsy doesn't have much medical history because Jamal treated most of his injuries. The doctor and/or Merlin are concerned about the scars and/or broken bones or bone fractures that didn't heal properly.

"When was the last time you ate?" Or Eggsy's first meal at Kingsman. He's not particularly gross or rude about eating; he just eats very fast. Roxy or Merlin is concerned. In other words, Eggsy has food insecurity issues.

"What's his story?" Or during or after TGC: Ginger Ale or Champ is curious about Eggsy, and ask Harry what Eggsy's story is. Or maybe they ask Eggsy himself

Songfic based on "Waiting For Superman" by Daughtry about Michelle waiting for Lee to come back home even after Harry told her he was dead.

Songfic based on "Save Me" by Jelly Roll

Songfic based on "How to Save a Life" by The Fray

Reacher (TV) x-over: Tequila tries to recruit Reacher.

Reacher (TV) x-over: Dixon or Neagley is recruited to Statesman to be the new Ginger-Ale

Arrow x-over: Kingsman needs the Green Arrow's help.

[perksofbeingatallpotato]

Kingsman: The Mushy Pea

Harry Hart x Reader Request Warnings: None Word Count: 645 A/N: I began working on this two years ago. Hello anon, terribly sorry. Writer's block. Survived mild covid. Still surviving life and all the other stuff. I wanted this to be really cute and fluffy, that's probably why I kept putting it off and why it took me this long. Hope you guys will like it despite it being short. Let me know. Request: “Oh yay! Great! Can you please do a Harry Hart x reader where the kingsman have lunch together all the time and he finds out he's in love with her when she laughed at that one time he had a "single mushy pea on the brim of his spectacles"? Please make it a fluffy end. It's based on a kingsman red carpet interview about colin being a messy eater dressed perfectly and all, and I love that little flaw. It's cute. Thanks.”

It's not every day that all Kingsman agents are sent out on missions, there are days when you just have to clock in, do a bit of office work, and clock out as if working a normal day job.

There were even times when you tried to pretend to be an actual tailor and hang around the shop, but in reality, you were checking out the fabrics you want for your next suit. By the third time you did it, the tailors knew what you were up to, but they didn’t say a word, maybe they loved having you around.

Sometimes, you'd even pop by Merlin's office and annoy the hell out of that Scotsman until he kicks you out, or be a useful side-kick and help him oversee a mission.

Most days like this seem slow when you're used to all the action out on the field. It is kind of boring waiting around for something to blow up or a terrorist to come out of hiding and the sorts.

The highlight of a normal day at Kingsman is eating lunch together with the other agents. Sharing a meal, exchanging stories that aren't classified, and chatting about current events give everyone a sense of normalcy in this otherwise extraordinary line of work. Though the discussions are usually centered on Eggsy's antics and embarrassing moments, because, well, he's always the first one brave enough to share his mishaps.

Today's lunch was fish and chips. Roxy was out on a mission, so it was just you, Eggsy, Percival, and Harry at the table. You often take a seat between Eggsy and Roxy, across from the senior agents. It wasn't intentional, there are no factions, you all just kind of got used to this seating arrangement.

Once the food was served, everyone started digging in. It could be the gloomy weather, or they went on a sparring session at the gym because no one hasn't said a word yet.

Harry was sitting across from you, gulping down his plate. A perfectly-dressed man, posh and all, eating as if his life depends on finishing everything on his plate.

After a few spoonful, you looked at him and noticed something. It took you a while, but a wide grin spread across your face when you figured out what it was.

You broke the silence by laughing at Harry.

Of course, he looked at you and raised his eyebrows.

This caught Eggsy and Percival's attention, they looked at you, puzzled. When your laugh finally died down, you pointed out that there was a mushy pea perched on the brim of Harry’s spectacles. And they laughed at it too.

Harry Hart, the epitome of a perfect gentleman, a messy eater.

Who would have ever thought?

Despite being the center of attention, he smiled at you. Suddenly, he felt like butterflies were fluttering inside his stomach.

As someone who once aspired to be a lepidopterist, he knew that it was impossible, but he was sure that what he felt at that moment was real.

He shrugged, "I eat like a warthog." And then he laughed along with the group.

Harry took off his glasses to remove the mushy pea and smiled again at you.

You turned back at your plate, as did the others. Harry then went on to explain how he is used to inhaling his food because, for him, he could taste it better that way rather than eating it slowly.

You laughed, "isn't that the opposite of how our sense of taste works?”

He just chuckled in response.

Harry suddenly felt tongue-tied. It was at that moment that he knew that all he wanted to do is to make you laugh, so he could hear it over and over again, and to make you happy, for the rest of his life.

And that's what he set on to do.

[sitp-recs]

You're a Kingsman fan?!? That is one of my top five favorite movies! Do you do any fic for it?

Yes! I wasn’t a big fan of the sequels but the first movie is one of my favourites too 😍 I was in the fandom between 2015-2017 and luckily had a bunch of bookmarks in my old account. They’re not recent but tbh I’d rec anything from the authors below, they’re all excellent. Enjoy!

Tongue in Cheek by venvephe (E, 4k)

Eggsy's never done this before - or, to be clear, he's never had this done to him.

Squeeze by rageprufrock (E, 5.7k)

From the start, Harry’s read Eggsy all over, seen right through him, so Eggsy’s not surprised that he’s barely had time to think about how he wants to feel ruined that Harry gives it to him — just like that.

under my skin (tried so not to give in) by venvephe (E, 12k)

This is a monumentally bad idea, Eggsy realizes, in the fraction of a second between reaching out and tugging at Harry’s tie and seeing his eyes briefly widen before their lips meet.

Only As Directed by rageprufrock (E, 12k)

“Arthur is a bad man,” Roxy had said. “Fucking tell me about it,” Eggsy had muttered, and gone to put on the tarty trousers Harry had picked out for him like a fucking high-end pimp.

Class Of Conduct by fideliant (E, 12k)

Or, Six Things Eggsy Has Learned About Being A Gentleman.

all the tables turn by DivineProjectZero (E, 23k)

Harry Hart has terrible taste in men. So it comes as a bit of a surprise when Eggsy smiles at him and the predator inside Harry cocks its head in consideration.

As Men to Fear the Dark by proxydialogue (E, 25k)

After V-day, the world is a jigsaw in a tumble dryer. Nations across the world have collapsed. Kingsman itself is in shambles. Eggsy, Merlin, and Roxy are working desperately to piece everything back together, while in the shadows, mad and malicious men find footholds in the rubble, using the chaos to their advantage.

Your Highness by Galahard (E, 40k) - AU

The international community is in chaos this morning in the wake of the deaths of many world leaders. The death of the president of the United States has been confirmed, along with the majority of his cabinet. Great Britain can count itself lucky that the Queen has been found and finally returned to her throne, but her heirs are another story. It appears that both princes and their own heirs are among the casualties of what is being referred to as the Valentine’s Day Massacre. Sources close to--

the parting glass by kirkaut (E, 48k)

The words shrivel and die between them. Harry's chest hitches on an indrawn breath. The contours of his face are cast dramatically in the fiery hues of the street at night, highlighting the wrinkle in his forehead and the soft slope of his chin and the silvery pink of his scar. He's beautiful, and Eggsy loves him.

The Spy who Loved Me (Or so they say) by ToriCeratops (E, 54k)

In the wake of V-day the world’s economy hangs in a delicate balance, liable to crumble without warning. One man has the knowledge and the power necessary to send it tumbling down, so that only he remains on top.

Bon Appétit by Galahard (T, 58k) - AU

“This is actually an excellent opportunity for you. Kingsman is one of the most elite cooking schools in London, and they so rarely offer evening courses like this. The fact that they were willing to work with us and allow you to attend is a miracle.”

Once Upon a Different Lifetime by missbecky (M, 58k)

The night before the final test, Harry makes Eggsy a promise: once he is a Kingsman, they will talk about their future together. Then V-Day happens, and although Harry recovers, he doesn't remember that last day he spent with Eggsy.

[itzaltwins]

I recently got back from Argylle and AHHHHHH I had a huge smile on my face for like 70% of the movie.

It was dumb (affectionate) at some points, but that's what made it fun. I feel like Matthew Vaughn understands that movies shouldn't always be realistic or have to make sense. Just enjoy what's in front of you.

More thoughts under the cut (includes spoilers, duh):

Maybe I'm oblivious, but I didn't foresee many of the twists. Though to be fair, like most things I just watch and see what happens...

The humour was perfect for me. It was the kinda shit that makes you chuckle as you shake your head, but not burst out laughing (although I'm not averse to that type of humour).

Elly is literally me and every fan fic writer. Except we're not secret agents, unfortunately.

Whenever I see Bryan Cranston, I only see the dad from MItM. I never watched Breaking Bad.

No Henry Cavill and John Cena kiss? Missed opportunity. SMH

Ahem I'm super interested in how Vaughn will tie together the three franchises, because we have actors that have played various characters (except some of their characters are dead).

As for the production of the movie, Brad Allen (RIP) being on there was really nice to see.

Now, I've never met the man, but fucking Carlos Peres (AKA Bedivere) in the first part of the credits as executive producer, made me so proud??? If you didn't know (please note I just like to look at the credits), in Kingsman TSS, he was simply a Kingsman Knight. Then Kingsman TGC, a Kingsman Knight and production consultant. The King's Man, a co-producer. Vaughn's friends/colleagues are lucky fuckers.

I didn't stay til the end of the credits (the employees were eyeing me to leave so they could clean), but I think it's really nice they include the number of jobs supported and mention the hard work put into making such a production, at least for Kingsman 2 and The King's Man.

I know critics take things way too seriously and I will never ever listen to them but this quote makes me laugh: "Argylle [...] ultimately wears out its welcome with a convoluted plot and overlong runtime." (Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argylle) Man, if they think that was convoluted, they haven't seen the DrakeNier universe, Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, etc.

Okay, I've rambled enough for now. If you read everything, thank you. (Why would you?)

[shittyfanfic]

I Need Help Finding a Fic!

This is a huge reach, but I read a great fic a while ago and can’t, for the life of me, find it. If anyone can tell me the name of it, I’d be very grateful:

On Tumblr

X Reader/Reader insert fan fic

Starts out in the Kingsman 2 universe where reader and Agent Whiskey are fucking with a teleporter, multi-dimensional machine

A bunch of variations of Agent Whiskey pop out (Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Javier Peña, Max Lord, etc.)

I think Ezra had some sort of alien that exploded and there was a sex pollen of sorts??

Smut ensues

No, I am not ashamed of reading this. Fucking slapped

If someone could please help me find this, I will love you forever.

[moviecritc]

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✦ ˚ : · heyy. i'm nora, a swiftie and film enthusiastic from spain. i'm in my f1 era, so probably most of my fics will be of the drivers. i'll leave you a list of who am i taking requests. i'll write both in english and spanish (but i'm not native in english, so please bear with me)

im not a big fan of smut, but once in a while i can try and write some, so you can request it if you want <3

i also have a wattpad and inkitt profile, u can check them out if you want.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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fandoms/people im taking requests:

F1, F2, Indycar

carlos sainz max verstappen oscar piastri daniel ricciardo charles leclerc george russell lewis hamilton alex albon logan sargeant mick schumacher kimi raikkonen sebastian vettel pato o'ward david malukas oliver bearman kimi antonelli nico rosberg (you can request of any driver you like, there's always a chance of me being in the mood to write about them)

F1 POLYAMORY:

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Other fandoms

Legends of Tomorrow, Good Omens, Barbie Movie, any unproblematic actor/actress, Daisy Jones and The Six, Kingsman, La La Land, Wes Anderson films...

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💛Smoshblr December Asks Day 21💙

Top 3 tropes in media/fanfic

So in terms of general concepts/tropes I enjoy in all media, there def any iteration of (Enemies/Rivals to) Friends to Lovers; then Found Family <3 and hurt/comfort -> especially in combo with one of the other two tropes!

When in comes to which types of fanfics I specifically seek out most of the time:

(putting these answers and the fanfic recs under the cut, cause this is once again getting way longer than I intended)

I know this is super unpopular, but I love well done miscommunication in fanfics! Hate it in most movies tho!!

-> also what I think constitutes “good” miscommunication basically boils down to “ is the miscommunication plot or character motivated?” cause in a lot of media the miscommunication feels forced and only meant to prolong or escalate the story

-> but if the miscommunication happens bc the characters are, for example, insecure about sharing certain info/feelings it is way more captivating and relatable (to me)

-> so this is ofc directly related to (Mutual) Pining <3 (plus also connected to another fave of mine: Memory Loss/Amnesia & also secret identity)

2. Forced proximity!!

-> I’m counting both sharing a bed and stuff like fake relationship under this umbrella

-> I just love when characters are forced to interact with each other in a different and typically more intimate way than they usually do! (and what it reveals about themselves and their relationship to eachother!)

3. Fix-it fanfics

-> I actually love original stories that have tragic endings! But there are many ways a story can end in a disappointing way and make me immeditaly turn to what all the wonderful fanfic authors have come up with in order to clean up the mess!

I have way too many favourite fanfics tbh... SO I'm actually gonna do both general and smosh ones I enjoyed a lot recently!

Multifandom (I am a huge podfic girlie, so I'm gonna give them a shoutout here!)

Harry Hart and the Honey Pot: An Indiana Jones Adventure - reena_jenkins, samanthahirr - Kingsman (Movies) [Archive of Our Own] -> I love me a good movie based AU from time to time and the kingsman fandom has so many great writers!

2. [podfic] tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) - Matriaya - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own] -> this fic changed me as a person istg; like it is such an incredibly well done take on the timeloop trope, I'm-

3. Be My Savior - Chapter 1 - jessebee - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own] -> this is me coming out as lowkey more of a Sabriel than Destiel fan 🙈 Like ofc Destiel have the better canon story, and I do love them very much; However Sabriel fanfics captured my heart when I was a teenager and are still hanging on by a thread! (also I can still make myself cry instantly via a headcanon I created for them ages ago and that's gotta count for smth 😹)

Smosh Fanfics &lt;3

In general of course any and all fics by Katie @jovenshires 🩷🩵 (love you and your writing to death istg🫶) but having to choose one for this, I'm gonna go with right where you left me - jovenshires (imdeansgirl) - Smosh [Archive of Our Own]

2. doing something like this right on the first try - halfwheeze - Smosh [Archive of Our Own] my most recent bookmark and 100% my fave fic I've read these past few weeks! But Mer 🖤💜@tommybowefuneralattendee has so many banger fanfics, it was super hard to choose! <3 But this fic made me truly ship nintendogs, so it deserves this mention

3. I abstained from choosing any of the amazing spommy fics by the lovely ppl I mentioned above, bc I might have spommy brainworms 24/7, but I cannot lose my multishipper rep! 😹🙈 But here is one of my other fave spommy fics from a different author! maybe my animals live in your zoo - creepysounds - Smosh [Archive of Our Own] edit: by the lovely @tommybones 🫶

[thepiper0fhameln]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks to @the-ravening for the tag.

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 68, apparently.

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 1,906,252

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently Captain America (which no one saw coming, but here we are).

4. Top five fics by kudos:

No Familiar Sunken Roads (Kingsman, Harry/Eggsy, extreme underage)

[Fan Comic] A Lovely Shade of Cherry (Kingsman, Harry/Eggsy, extreme underage)

[Fan Art] A Gentleman’s Suit (Kingsman, Harry/Eggsy, extreme underage)

[Art] Blow (Captain America, Steve/Bucky)

[Fan Art] Fear and Delight (The Boys, Homelander/Butcher)

Number 6 is finally back to fic. I hadn’t realized some of the art got that high. I never look at works by kudo count.

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to, but I very often fall off.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably NFSR, for where it is and how long it’s run and what they’ve gone through to get there, but it technically hasn’t ended yet and I hadn’t intended for it to stay that way.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uh. Maybe Echoes (BBC Sherlock, Moriarty/Mycroft, de-aged/extreme underage) or Arms and the Boy (Fantastic Beasts, Grindelwald/Credence, extreme underage). Both are very iddy-happy endings.

8. Do you get hate on fics? More rarely than you’d think, but occasionally.

9. Do you write smut? I don’t think I’ve written anything without smut.

10. Craziest crossover: Haven’t done a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don’t think so. If I’ve inspired anyone, I’m happy.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, mostly with Silus Locke. It’s been a long, long time, but it would be nice to co-write again someday.

14. All time favorite ship? You can’t make me choose.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I want to finish all of them. Some I still have hope that I will. I suppose Devil’s Bridge might fit this best.

16. What are your writing strengths? I’m honestly not sure what my strengths are.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Brevity.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? No strong opinions. It works when the pov character isn’t meant to understand what’s being said. If they are, then it’s nice to have a translation nearby. If the translation is in the notes, it’s hard having to scroll down every time. Shrug.

19. First fandom you wrote in? Who knows.

20. Favorite fic you've written? No Familiar Sunken Roads (Kingsman, Harry/Eggsy, extreme underage)

No pressure tags: @katie-delaney @blackwood4stucky @polyavenger @rosduncan @devildears @sayahs-corner @succulent-hyena

[palioom]

forget (agent whiskey x f!reader)

summary: after a long day at work, jack helps you forget about the stress in your life.

pairing: agent whiskey x f!reader word count: 2.7k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but nicknames); oral (f receiving); fingering; p in v; overstimulation; orgasm denial; slight dom/sub; dacryphilia (if you squint); some biting; aftercare

• masterlist •

Sometimes, the world around her became too much.

Work, people, life.

A constant flood of stimuli, crashing into her without resistance, draining her, overwhelming her.

Annoying customers, annoying coworkers. 

Friends, family.

Fuck, sometimes she just needed a break.

“Relax, sugar.” Jack’s drawl pulled her into the present again, lips on her neck, his hands on her naked hips as he hovered above her. “Come back to me, baby. That’s right.”

She blinked up at him, images of the annoyances of the past few days fading away as he spoke, as his fingers trailed over her skin, making her shiver.

“Good girl, there she is.” He smiled, forming his lips against hers and she whimpered, her hands finding his cheeks. 

She was so adorable like this, needy and pliant.

His sweet little lady.

“I just wanna turn my head off for a while.” Is what she had told him when she had come home from work this afternoon, setting her bag down with a sigh.

It wasn’t the first time, and he was happy to help.

Anything for his darling.

She’d do the same for him.

“Focus on me, sugar.” He drawled, kissing her temple, moustache tickling her, his hands wandering up her body.

They’d been at this for the better part of an hour now, where he teased her with his lips and hands, made her squirm so all she could think about was here and now. 

Even if her mind still slipped sometimes, he always brought it back, his words and touches like a lasso he so expertly threw around it.

Like he did with the bulls on their ranch, just as fierce and stubborn.

Focusing on Jack reminded her of how much she ached to be touched, how wet she was, how sensitive. She writhed as he touched her breasts, gently kneading them and grinning against her cheek when she arched into his touch with a whine.

“Jack, please.” She moaned, tears welling up in her eyes, rolling her hips and managing the faintest contact with his jeans before he pinned her down again. “It hurts, please.”

The pressure in her abdomen so much, her body on fire.

He smirked, chuckling lightly. “It hurts, baby? What hurts?”

Of course he was playing this game, making her squirm in frustration. Her head felt light, as if it was swimming, far away from here.

Making it difficult to form any coherent sentences.

Jack knew. He loved the space she was in, eyes glazed over and so sensitive that even the smallest touch could push her over that edge.

Could. But it wouldn’t.

Still not touching herself, her head now truly starting to turn off as his one hand continued groping at her breast, his mouth soon joining.

A long whine left her lips, head thrown back, one of her hands wandering to his hair to grab a fistful of it.

He groaned around her nipple, still smirking.

Always smirking.

“You know- Please.” It was almost a sob, so overstimulated her entire body felt like it was buzzing with electricity.

Like the electricity of his lasso, just less deadly.

Although she believed she could die if left in this state for too long, without release.

Just the tip of his tongue against her nipple made her squirm against his hand on her abdomen, drawing in a shuddering breath as he kept torturing her, tears running down the side of her face.

“Don’t cry, sugar.” His lips left her breast, thankfully, now attaching to her cheek, then kissing away the tears. “Use your words for me, baby. I know you can.”

His other hand laid against her cheek, thumb stroking her cheekbone as she looked up at him. Her own fingers tried to open the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel more of him.

But she trembled too much, managing to pop one button open before her fingers curled into the denim, watery eyes fixed on his, brow furrowed.

“My pussy,” she choked out, legs opening wider for him, trying to entice him. “I need you, please.” 

“What d’you need from me?” He loved drawing this out, his mouth kissing down her jaw to her neck, his moustache scratching her. 

All these little touches felt so much more intense like this, with how wound up she was already.

“Your mouth, your fingers, your-” Her breath hitched in her throat when he sucked a purple bruise into that spot below her ear. 

For a moment, she forgot to breathe. 

“Your cock, Jack.”

He chuckled at her response, breath hot against her skin.

“See, sugar.” Jack drawled, moving down her body, kissing her collarbone, her sternum, moving further down to her belly. “It ain’t that hard, huh?”

His lips trailed over her skin, further down and further down, until his mouth found her wet heat, his fingers spreading her open.

He chuckled when her hips moved just from his fingers, just by holding her open as he looked at her. 

She was so adorable.

He watched just a moment longer before leaning forward, tongue tasting her with a hum as she breathed out his name, relieved but desperate, tears in her eyes as her hands found his hair again.

“Yes- Yes, Jack!” She gasped, hips bucking up into his face so hard he had to wrap an arm around her waist to stop her. “Thank you, fuck!”

He only hummed into her with a smirk, a shiver running up her spine, and focused on her clit, teasing his tongue over it before sucking hard. Smiling at how her back arched, noticing how close she got.

From just this little bit of stimulation.

So close to snapping.

Then, his mouth was gone again, with a loud protest by her as she cried out, her orgasm that had been building rapidly ebbing away again.

“Baby, please!” She sobbed, just wanting that feeling to overwhelm her, losing her grip on his hair as he moved back. “You’re fucking mean.”

All the grievances of the day were forgotten, so far away as all she could think about now was her fading orgasm, his hands and mouth on her.

How she wanted to cum, that pressure inside her unbearable.

“Stop that swearin’, doll.” He said, teasing the insides of her thighs with his teeth. “My little lady shouldn’t be swearin’ like that.”

Mouth still on her thigh, he inserted one finger into her, making her press her cheek into the mattress as she clenched around him.

Smiling against her skin, he revelled in how she thrashed around, clearly overwhelmed but trying so hard. 

So hard for him and herself.

How she whined and stilled for a moment when he added a second finger, slipping in and out of her easily with how soaked she was.

“Look at ya, darlin’. So damn beautiful, the Niagara Falls got nothin’ on you, soakin’ the sheets like this.”

Curling his fingers, he bit the inside of her knee, feeling how hard she clenched around him. Just when her orgasm was about to crest again, his fingers were gone, one of her feet pushing against his shoulder as she cried.

“Sugar.” He said, voice stern, but an underlying tone of amusement present nonetheless, raising one brow.

He sucked his fingers clean, moving to lean over her again.

When he kissed her, his tongue slipped into her mouth, making her taste herself on his tongue, mixed with the bourbon he loved.

Fingers rubbing soothing circles into her hip as she squirmed.

All while she whined and whimpered and pleaded with him to please give her a release already, to give her just one orgasm. 

Just something.

She didn’t know if he was trying to punish her for something or if he dragged this out for his own enjoyment.

“One more, you can do that, sugar, right?” He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “One more and I’ll give you all that you want, doll.”

“Jack-” She protested, hands on his arms now. “Please, need you.”

“Want ole’ Jack to fill you up, hm?” He asked, lips against her cheek as his fingers trailed down again, smiling when she flinched from his touch. So sensitive, ready to snap. “To make you forget everythin’, sweetheart?”

She nodded, inhaling sharply when his fingers found her clit, building her up for a third time, rapidly, expertly as she squirmed and more tears fell.

“Don’t cry, sugar, I’m right here.”

He kissed away the tears, maybe enjoying the salty taste just a little too much, before moving back, watching her face as he brought her closer and closer.

And then he pulled away again, making her cry out and throw her head back, legs kicking as the feeling ebbed away once more.

“What a sweet girl you are for me, sugar.” He smiled, sitting back and taking her in entirely for a moment, hands finding his belt buckle as his eyes raked over her body. “Such a good girl. I know you’re achin’ for me.”

Her ears perked at the sound of his belt, looking at him again as he opened it slowly, her hands fisting the sheets below her.

She needed him so desperately, her body on fire. Jack was skilled in pulling her apart so she would forget right before putting her back together again.

Sometimes she wondered if this was part of Statesmen training. Taking someone apart, putting them back together.

Make them forget.

He took his time opening his belt, before removing his jeans, her mouth watering at the sight of him straining against his underwear.

Eyes desperate, glazed over. Cheeks still wet from the tears, lips parted as she watched. Wanting to touch him but knowing he’d just tease her more if she tried.

“Sugar, if I didn’t wanna help ya so damn much right now, I’d just leave you like this.” He chuckled, grunting as he palmed himself through the thin fabric. “You got no idea how fuckin’ gorgeous you look when you’re this desperate. Pussy soaked, cryin’.”

“Jack.” She whined, fearing he would actually just leave her here, eyes fixed on his hand on the outline of his dick.

“I won’t, doll, don’t you worry your pretty little head. That sweet pussy of yours needs some good ole’ Jack, hm?” He chuckled, taking off his underwear, smirking at how her eyes stayed on his cock. “Need a cowboy to ride you?”

She nodded, almost feverishly as she reached for him, taking his hand in hers and pulling him down to her.

He smiled, kissing her hard as he took himself in one hand, dragging the head of his cock through her wet folds, slowly, teasingly. 

Pretending to push in for a moment, chuckling at how she whined when he didn’t.

Then, he did, pushing into her with one fluid motion and taking her by surprise, making her cry out. Not from pain, simply from how good it felt, spread open by him as her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Still so damn tight when I just spent so long preparin’ ya, huh?” He laughed, stilling for a moment inside her to see if she needed time.

But her hips squirming and her hands grabbing his biceps told him all he needed to know, slowly rocking in and out of her, taking in her moans and whimpers.

Her orgasm was building back up rapidly, still lingering in her bones and just waiting to be drawn out again, her hips meeting his thrusts sloppily.

“‘Atta girl, c’mon, doll, let me feel you.” He said, mouth on her neck, feeling the pulse under her skin. “Let go of your stress and soak my cock, sugar.”

The coil inside her snapped so suddenly, making her clench around him so tightly that he was forced to stop for a moment, only managing small movements as she cried out for him.

How her back arched into him, head thrown back.

“Look at you, darlin’!” He chuckled, watching as the tears rolled down her face, already picking up where he left off, making her tremble. “So pretty when that head of yours is empty besides my cock.”

It overwhelmed her just how quickly he was building her up again when the first orgasm hadn’t even really finished surging through her, clinging to him as she whimpered.

“God- Fuck, Jack!”

“Is my little lady ready to go again?” He breathed, kissing up her jaw, feeling himself get closer as she squeezed him tight. “Go ahead darlin’, this is all for you.”

Her hips rolling in tandem with his, he coaxed a second orgasm out of her, mixing with the waves of the first one as they spread into every tiny crevice of her body, making her feel tingly and her head light as she gave into it.

He grunted as she came again, his rhythm faltering, feeling himself close too, the clear ecstasy on her face only spurring him on.

“One more, I know you can give me one more.” He breathed, lips ghosting over her cheek. “C’mon, be a good girl for me.”

His hand moved to her clit, rubbing tight circles into it as he felt her squeeze him tighter, squirming underneath him.

“Too much- Jack-” She cried, trying to move away from his fingers, the stimulation almost painful at this point.

But he didn’t let up, knowing she wasn’t at her limit yet, knowing she would let him know in a different way if she was.

“Sugar, one more, gotta make sure all you remember is me and my cock.”

And the coil snapped again, back arching as she cried out a third time, sobbing as he fucked her through it, wave after wave of almost painful pleasure hitting her, making him smile against her skin.

It was enough to push him over as well, stilling inside her with a loud grunt, still feeling her convulse around him as he emptied himself inside her.

Jack watched her as he calmed down, breathing hard above her, stroking her cheeks and pushing away some hair from her forehead. 

Watched how she trembled, eyes closed as she still rode out the last of her orgasm.

Lips parted slightly.

“You’ve done so well, sugar.” He whispered against her ear, kissing it. The vibration sent a shiver through her body. “I’m so proud, how are you feelin’?”

Sore. 

Sore and spent but lightheaded and definitely more relaxed than when she had come home.

But she only hummed in response, feeling unable to say anything just yet.

He understood, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, feeling how she was still responsive to him.

“I’ll be back in a moment, gorgeous.” He said, pulling out of her as she winced.

Already feeling too empty again now that he was gone.

The few minutes he was gone for felt like eternity, and she felt like she was floating on a cloud, all hazy and limbs feeling weak. She loved this feeling and she loved how he got her to this point time and time again.

Suddenly, she felt something wet touch her center, hissing softly.

“Shit.”

Jack cleaned her up with the rag, kissing the inside of her knees, eyes going from her pussy to her face with a smile. 

She looked so pretty all fucked out.

“I apologize darlin’, but I gotta get you cleaned up.”

He tossed the rag to the side when he was done, moving to wrap her in a blanket and pull her against him, kissing her forehead.

“Do you need some water, darlin’?”

She sighed deeply, content, but shook her head. Her throat felt a little dry but she didn’t want it.

Curled against him, her head on his chest. 

His hand traced her spine through the thin blanket, just listening to her breathing as it slowed down.

“Thanks, cowboy.” She mumbled, closing her eyes. The only thing she wanted to do right now was sleep. “You’re good at making me forget.”

He pulled her in tighter, laughing. “No need to thank me, sugar. I love taking a ride with my favourite girl.”

She shook her head slightly with a smile, yawning.

His body was warm and firm, and soon she had fallen asleep, the aches of the day truly forgotten.

Head empty, ready for a new day.

[brinleyparke]

Fanfic Ideas/Prompts Masterlist Masterlist

Color Coding Key:

Crossovers are in green

AUs and Slight AUs are in blue

Prompts suggested by other people are in pink

NSFW is in red

Alex O'Loughlin Masterlist

Arrowverse Masterlist

S.W.A.T. (2017)

Kingsman

I add new ones pretty often, so keep checking the lists for new prompts.

[lwfics]

Hi! It was great to see your story for the Pickled Peña challenge.

Are you writing anything the moment? Would love to hear about what you're excited about!

Ahh thank you so much! I had so much fun participating in the Pickled Peña challenge, and I'd love to participate in other writing challenges!

I loved reading I loved your story Toast :-) Yesterday night I downloaded your undercover series from AO3. I'm going to start reading it after lunch. Looking forward to it! :-) Wouldn't it be awesome if there was a TV show adaptation of the game starring him?

I am writing a Joel/Reader fic loosely inspired by Second First Impressions by Sally Thorne. There won't be spoilers of the novel, so anyone can read the fic if they want to :-) In this fic Reader lives and works in a home for the elderly, and her colleague and friend sets her up with Joel, who is a big softie. I intend this to be a cozy fic, something to read when you need a pick me up.

Of all the Pedro Pascal movies/shows I have only watched The Last of Us and The Mandalorian, but both of them are now in my TOP 5 TV shows. I'd like to watch Narcos because I love suspense and I've heard the script is so well written, but I can't watch gore. I'd also like to watch Triple Frontier and Prospect. I follow a youtube channel about TV shows and movies (Sensacine) and the person who reviews the tv shows and movies (Alejandro Calvo) knows a lot about the film industry, and he is a big fan of Pedro Pascal. He has a video about Triple Frontier and says many good things about this movie. He also interviewed Pedro Pascal a few years ago about Kingsman :-)

Some of my favourite tropes/tags are, in no particular order:

-Emotional hurt/comfort or hurt/comfort: I just love it when a character shows tenderness.

-Only one bed: especially when it helps build emotional intimacy.

-Master/Apprentice: It can be romantic or not. I like it especially when they talk in depth about the subject the master(or teacher or professor) is teaching, like in dark academia.

-Case fic/whodunit: I love mysteries, but I don't like it when the violence scenes are too long and explicit.

Thank you so much for the ask! I'd love to hear about what you're currently writing and/or about your favourite tropes and PP movies/TV shows :-)

[asterias-record-shop]

okay I’m starting to watch Black Bird with Taron Egerton and omg he’s so fucking hot-

Like I’ve been obsessed since Kingsman, but this? The trailer? Director knew what the fuck he was doing omg 😭

Like this? This is fan service right here. Doing hoes work for us. This is fine as fuck, tell me the shake isn’t a hint 👀

Fics coming soon maybe? If fics are getting written, it’s definitely not off the plot of the show but before he gets arrested and he’s rich and sugar daddy material…

**gif from Pinterest

[justagalwhowrites]

wait while i'm here and while we're on the topic of different pedro characters have you ever considered/will you ever consider writing for my baby daddy frankie morales from triple frontier!!!!!!!!!

Hi Bestie!!

So I have brain rot for Joel very hard, and I am a sucker for anything Star Wars (also masks SORRY) so I’ll always have a deep and abiding love for Mando.

But outside of them I’ve considered/have plans for/hoping for the right idea/intend to write at some point:

- Javier Peña: I mean look. Obviously yes. Also I have a lot of requests for Javi and a lot about his character intrigues me. I’m planning to actually finish Narcos (I know, I know but I’ve been too busy writing fics to pay attention to a TV show and I have to really pay attention to Narcos because I don’t speak Spanish!) when I’m done with Lavender and Beskar Doll and noodle on some ideas I have for this character.

- Oberyn Martell: my first Pedro love. Bisexual king. Sex on legs. Feminist. I just need the right set up for him, that’s it. Actively trying to give myself brain rot with him.

- Frankie Morales: definitely on the table. Haven’t found the right way to do it yet but I loved this character (also we can loop in Oscar Isaac so, honestly, this is the dream) and I’d love for him to be more in the drivers seat for high stress situations. (…also I feel like he’d be so sweet in bed.) I’ve only seen Triple Frontier once, so I need to watch it again and get more of a feel for Frankie.

- Jack Daniels: I was a big fan of the original Kingsman (I LOVE Matthew Vaughn and that style of action movie is my exact thing) but I think I’ve seen Golden Circle more because I fucking love Agent Whiskey that much. Have a loose idea here but not one that I feel/see clearly enough to take action on quite yet.

TBH I’m open to just about any Pedro character (like I need to see Prospect. Really bad. I feel like Ezra is gonna wreck my shit) because that man just rewired my brain at some point. I legit didn’t even consume fan fiction before like February of this year, and Beskar Doll was the first fic I wrote and Lavender was my second. I’m not sure why my obsessive fandom over other characters and franchises never made me do this but here we are lol

Now that I’m into this as a hobby I really enjoy, I’ve also considered writing for Poe Dameron because Oscar and Star Wars is the dream. Cassian Andor is another that I’ve thought about.

But yeah! I’d be open to most Pedro characters!

And I love you!!

[lady-bess]

Dear A Rough Sketch...

A love letter to fan fiction. To the story that got me to where I am today, and to the people who I truly owe everything to.

I was catching up with a friend of mine this evening, someone who has loved and supported the story of A Rough Sketch, when it dawned on me that I’d neglected to ever really go into detail about why this story meant so much to me, and what my motivations were for writing it. I realised that for someone who supported me so much, I’d never shared with more than three people the emotional drive behind this story. So, here we are.

It’s early 2023, and after a winter off work due to my job then being seasonal, I went back to set up for the new season. In myself I felt happy, and I was excited to be going back to work full time after time off over Christmas. I’d missed my work friends, and was starting to run out of things to do at home to occupy my time.

The date is the 11th of February, 2023. There’s an event on at work which introduces the new staff members of the season to the existing team, as well as give everyone a low down of the changes that have been made since the end of the last season in November, 2022. It’s a lovely day, but after a week working flat out doing really physically demanding tasks, I’m exhausted. Still, I show my face, and I mingle.

Then, I got sick. Really sick.

What started as just the flu turned into a violent chest infection, and by the time the new season began on February 17th, I was suffering. As an asthmatic, the infection floored me. In a bid to get my part of the business up and ready for opening day, I had overworked myself too hard, and I never gave myself enough time to rest. I couldn’t afford to be off, and as there weren’t enough people on site yet, nobody was worried about them getting ill from me. So, I kept going.

A week after we opened, my chest had still never gotten better. By now I had torn through muscles, tendons, and ligaments in my ribs from the force in which I was coughing. I was very close to a hairline fracture getting worse, too. I’d pushed my body to its absolute limit, and I couldn’t carry on. The day my voice gave out, leaving me completely mute for two days, was my breaking point.  

I got signed off sick from work less than two weeks after we opened for the new season. Ordered to be on bed rest, I fell very quickly into a depressive cycle, hating the fact that having just gone back to work I was now looking at being off, again. The only thing that made me smile was that I’d recently gone back to A03 to read fanfiction, and I thought ‘well, at least now I can catch up on my reading!’.

But after two days of reading, it wasn’t enough. I wanted to write again. I’d written for A03 about four years ago, at the time, but since the end of 2018 I put down my keyboard one day and never really thought about it. But after reading more Kingsman fanfiction than I care to mention, I picked my keyboard back up again, my own ideas brewing by this point.

Within a few days I’d released a 16,000 word fic, and a week later on March 7th there was already a part two. The writing bug bit me, but as I sat down to write part three there were already ideas whirring in my mind for things outside of Kingsman. By the time March was over I already had 3 Kingsman fics under my belt, and one for Narcos.

As I was writing more, I began branching out with what I read. I stumbled across a few Pedro fics, and I really enjoyed a lot of them. Some of them went a bit far, in my opinion, and it didn’t really feel like him. But the majority were sweet, and the authors had clearly done their research ahead of writing their fics, and it made for a delightful reading experience.

So, I set to work, and A Rough Sketch was born. Mid-March 2023, I sat down and wrote the opening lines; “This book was going to be the fucking death of you”. What it became, though, was the very antithesis of what our dear reader went through.

I had always wanted to write a romance book, and the ‘meeting someone cute in a coffee shop’ trope was absolutely something I would have done. Either that, or something else quaint, like a bakery. And I’d always known that I wanted to write something set in Wales, too. It’s a place that means so much to me, and in a way is like a home.

Growing up, I spent a lot of time in Wales, specifically in the north west. Every summer I’d be there with my grandparents, and up until the age of about 15 I had never known a holiday anywhere other than Wales. I didn’t mind though; I enjoyed going with my family, and as I got older and more aunts and uncles began to pass away, those annual trips became more and more special. We had restaurants we’d frequent every summer, friends we’d visit, walks we’d always do – everything. Every year we’d pack our bags and head to the north west, and hole up there during the summer. I loved it.

Both of my grandparents’ health took a turn when I was about 17, and the trips had to stop. My grandfather (a nurseryman by trade, just as in A Rough Sketch) had recently had cancer removed from his body, and my grandmother’s arthritis had just kept getting worse, making the trip from where we live in England too much for them both. But, in their honour, my mother and I would still go that year, just with a twist. We went south that year, staying in a caravan off the south west coast, near Lamphey. From here, we were just a short drive from the town of Tenby, and while we were passing through we hopped on a boat to take us to Caldey Island…

At Caldey Island, I cried when the Monks chanted. I spent an ungodly amount on the little chocolates that were hand made by the same Monks, my mother picking up some coffee flavoured drops which teenage LadyBess had absolutely zero palette for (and, to this day, I still hate coffee as a drink. Sorry, Pedro…).

The final stop on that holiday was Cardiff itself. Being a huge Doctor Who nerd, the city got added to our holiday just for me. We all geeked our little minds out whenever we went past a filming location, we visited a pop-up museum for the show; everything. I absolutely fell in love with the city, and I never wanted to leave. I’d always known that, one day, I wanted to write a book. But that holiday solidified to me where I’d set it.

Life got manic after that trip. I grew up, moved out, and unfortunately I would never go to Wales with my grandparents again.

My grandfather passed away when I was 19. His cancer came back, and after several weeks of fighting, he slipped away. He was in his nineties when he died, and had a good life, although the last few years of his life were a series of him getting knocked on his ass, health wise, and then bouncing back. We always expected him to just keep bouncing back, but our time with him had to run out one day (does this sound familiar?).

My grandmother died 18 months later, to the exact day. Complications from a surgery meant that one day she just never woke up again. We had to make the painful decision to let her go after multiple failed attempts to wake her. I sat by her side as the nurse muted the heart rate monitor, letting us say goodbye to her in peace…

When I sat down to write A Rough Sketch, I had no plans for it aside from it was going to be a fluffy meet-cute with Pedro, some tension and pining, ultimately ending with the two of them together about to travel the world with one another. It was going to be bare boned, at best, and act as nothing more than the blueprint for what I would eventually come to write as my first proper novel. As we all know, that didn’t happen one iota.

As you can probably tell already, I poured so much of me and my life into this. If I could get away with mentioning a place I once visited in Wales, I did (spoiler alert I’ve visited the majority of the big towns in Wales by now so In Loving Memory is not escaping this same fate!). Reader’s parents live in the village I used to visit, reader lives in Cardiff. There’s a visit to Tenby, and Caldey, and that chapter alone is filled with my lived experiences of when I went many moons ago.

But the more I wrote it, and the more the story developed (all with the help of your support, I might add), the more aspects of my life started to weave their way into the story. My grandparents, specifically, became major influences to it. Places I visited with them, conversations we once had, and even down to the grief I felt when they died. The epilogue was so rough to write, but it did me a world of good.

I don’t think I ever got over my grandparent’s passing. I certainly never processed it at the time. They helped my mother raise me after my own father walked out, and we were incredibly close. I don’t say this for sympathy, I had a wonderful upbringing, (and my father can quite frankly suck it) but it did mean that losing them both so close together was the most pain I’ve ever felt.

I went back to the north west of Wales last summer, for the first time since they passed. My partner drove us over the brow of the hill, and it opened out onto the village. A village that, for over a decade, I called a second home. I broke down. Nothing had changed as I walked around, and it was like time itself had stood still while the world continued moving. I loved that, though, and it made me believe for a brief moment that if there is any kind of afterlife, at least my grandparents could come back here together and recognise where they were.

Going back fixed part of me, but I’d argue writing A Rough Sketch fixed me more. All the pain and agony of losing people who meant so much to me, writing about places that are unknown to so many, but are the reason I am who I grew into…it was like therapy, honestly. For the first time since they died I actively dealt with my grief, channelling it into my writing; the happiness, the sadness, and the pain.  

But why am I telling you all this? The story of A Rough Sketch finished in July, and I’ve got In Loving Memory to work on now which adds to this universe. Why am I saying all this here? Why does it even matter?

This story is something which means so much to me that I struggle to actually put it into words. In spite of the fact I churned out over 260,000 words in this story, the right words to truly express how much this whole process meant to me fail me often. I hope I’ve managed to do some of my reasoning justice. But almost three months after closing the book on A Rough Sketch (pun entirely intended), I am still at a loss for words for the support and love this work received, and I don’t think I’ll ever find a way to thank you all so much. So, here we are. Writing a love letter to this fic, from me, but also me writing a thank you note to each and every one of you.

I’ve seen some discourse online recently about “Why do people turn fanfiction into books?”, criticising authors for wanting to do that. I’ve seen before the argument that “You only got views because it’s fanfiction. It won’t do those numbers as a book”. And, yeah, they’re not wrong. If this had been released as the original story I first envisioned it as, and not fanfiction, it absolutely wouldn’t be about to hit 18,000 reads.

But just because this started its life as fanfiction, doesn’t mean it’s bound to stay like this forever.

The story of A Rough Sketch will be very different when it is printed on pages to the one here on A03 – but you know what? I like that. This version is fanfiction, after all, and this version deserves to have its own space on the internet. I poured so much of myself into this work that it should be able to shine. And every single one of you who read, commented, and left kudos will forever be people I am in debt to because you helped me so much without even realising it.  

I started this year feeling just okay, but I can honestly say that writing this story was the best thing I could have ever done. Whatever happens with this story, the way my life has changed since writing it is something I don’t think I’d have ever envisioned if you’d just told me what could happen. I would never have believed that writing fanfiction would bring me such clarity, peace, and a sense of closure. This story allowed me to be so vulnerable and to process things I’d had locked away for nearly five years now.

To say a fanfiction changed my life sounds absolutely insane, but that’s what happened here, and to the people who supported this work as it was going live week after week, this letter is for you as well. I can truly never say thank you enough to you all. Getting to write this has opened so many doors for me, and not just when it comes to writing. I found my happiness again while writing this, and so much of that I owe to my wonderful friends who I made along the way. I love you all so much.

Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. It warms me to see so many of you reading my other works, interacting with me on Twitter or Tumblr, or even coming back here. I hope that you can feel a sense of pride knowing how much your support helped me, especially given where I was at mentally while writing this. I now can’t imagine my life without spending at least an hour a day tapping away on my laptop, and while I’m sure some people would look at that and think I’m regressing back into my shell, if anything I have a new lease of life.

Thank you, to every single one of you.

All my love and thanks, forever,

LadyBess xxx