you can rest now

writer. 17-21.

[shadows-of-a-memory]

true north

welcome in (introduction)

no need to wipe your feet (rules)

ramblings over tea (my world)

daydreams (story masterlist)

directions to main street (recommendations)

mothballs in the attic (archive)

send a letter (asks)

share your seeds and starters (prompts & prompt lists)

[k-f-c-official]

what do you put in your hot cocoa? (if its a combo, pick the most important one)

marshmallows

peppermint

vanilla

cinnamon

ginger

caramel

espresso

other (comment/reblog/tags)

nothing, its good as is

Voting ended onDec 15, 2024

[shadows-of-a-memory]

blorbo bingo

send in an ask for a blorbo!

[shadows-of-a-memory]

i don’t need a roof - e.u.

trigger warning: none song: i don't need a roof author's note: closer to an imagine than a fic gary "eggsy" unwin masterlist

It's the sounds that wake you, finding Eggsy tossing and turning and struggling to breathe. "Eggsy?!" You exclaim, moving to your husband's side as quickly as you can. "Honey, what's wrong? What happened?"

"I was-" he pants, "drowning- hngh-" Your hands flutter frantically about him, not processing his words, trying to deduce the source of pain. He clutches tightly at his side, strands of wet hair falling over his face. "It all-" he grunts again, "-got kinda blurry."

He shifts slightly, laying on his uninjured side and propped up on his elbow beside you, head in your lap. Your hands come to rub his shoulders gently, concern never dissipating, but knowing he needs you to be strong.

Your breath is shaky. "You're right here with me," you comfort, breathing coming hard for the both of you as your hearts slow their running. In the relative silence, you can both hear the rain pitter-pattering outside.

in your face

"I finished-" he pauses, "the roof. Reshingling it." Another pause as he breathes through the pain. "Before this happened."

i see a lifetime

You nod, knowing what he means by 'this'. A simple infiltration quickly gone awry, due to a mole in kingsman compromising your covers. You had both fought to the end, but your resources were finite... and your target and captor, an organization known as Octa, had what seemed like infinite resources. And infinite cannon fodder.

in this place

Which brings you to now. You hadn't suffered much, as it was a deeply misogynistic group with the perspective of "how much trouble can she be, she's a woman"; but Eggsy had only gotten thrown back in your little cell around two hours ago, after what felt like at least a day of torture. It's probably shorter than that, as you have no way to measure time, but still. He's been waterboarded, beaten, whipped, and you think a few of his ribs to be broken as well. On top of that, he took a bullet—to the leg, nothing too crazy—in the fight beforehand. Overall, not the greatest condition. You've got a few bruises and wounds yourself, but nowhere near what he's dealing with.

i feel at ease

Belatedly, you realize you forgot to respond, and he can't see your head moving. "Yeah?" You confirm quietly.

wallpaper peeling, paint wearing thin

"The account has... ten years' rent in it..." Eggsy's chest heaves with the exertion of speaking. "You'll be fine."

No, you want to scream, No, I won't, I can't be, not without you, but you don't. Because he needs you to be strong. Because if you can't make yourself to be strong, he won't allow himself to be weak.

"Ah!" He hisses, turning slightly and to press his opposite fist into the ground and lift himself just barely, attempting to alleviate some of the pressure. "Sorry, luv- shouldn't've said- that-"

You take care as you help him sit up, clasping one of his hands in yours and supporting him as much as you can. You bend your head, trying to meet his eyes, and release his hand to cup his face with the one of yours not holding him up.

here's where i end and begin

"I don't need a roof to say I'm covered," you promise. "I don't need a roof to know I'm home." He leans forward slightly, most of his bodyweight transferring to you, but you don't budge. Your hand moves to the nape of his neck, playing slightly with his hair.

there could be a single shingle-dangling overhead

"Close your eyes," you encourage, feeling the struggle to try and support himself again. "I'm still beside you."

i don't need a roof to make my bed

Eggsy falls once more, shuddering against you. "I'm sorr-"

"No," you interrupt quietly. You can hear the rattle in his voice; can hear how much it takes for even those two syllables. You know he's probably punctured a lung; know that, at this point, it's a question of whether that or the blood loss will kill him first. You know your husband doesn't have long and it takes everything in you to keep the tremor out of your voice when you speak again. "No goodbyes needed today."

With that, the two of you sit, you humming a soft lullaby as rain patters down, the only other sound Eggsy's ragged breathing. If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine you're back at home, cuddling on the couch together with JB annoying your husband and a book in your hands.

hear what the rain says, know what it knows

You can almost hear yourself complaining about how messy your hair will be. Can almost hear Eggsy's response everytime you do. "Look on the brightside, luv. After the rain, something grows."

You can picture the happier times. Picture you and him in the kitchen, trying to make brownie batter but interrupted by your husband's decision that it's the perfect time to dance. Picture his arms wrapping around your waist, swatting them away, only to have the whisk removed as he twirls you to face him, positioning the two of you to sway to whatever song he put on.

i don't need a legal deed

You don't know when your offhanded humming turned to a melody line to the words—quiet ones, but words nonetheless—of your first dance song. "I don't need a roof to say I love you / I don't need a roof to call you mine / I don't need adventure in some far away frontier / I don't need a roof to feel you near."

to help me play my part

Eggsy is apparently still conscious, as he taps in morse code along your thigh, your singing falling off as you concentrate on the message. Dot dot long pause dot dash dot dot pause dash dash dash pause dot dot dot dash pause dot long pause dash dot dash dash pause dash dash dash pause dot dot dash. I L-O-V-E Y-O-U.

"I love you, too, Eggs." Your mind flashes to promises you've made over time to him. "All I need is you and you forever; All I feel is true and absolute."

His hand squeezes yours, and the pressure travels up to your heart, to your throat, choking out your life with each millimeter his slips away. You try to lay him down, but another squeeze stops you, an implicit let me stay this way. Your husband tilts his head up, meeting your eyes for the first time since you started supporting him, and you can't control the slight gasp at the blood that comes out as he coughs. In what appears to be extreme effort, and probably takes even more than is shown, he lifts his hand to cup your face.

His voice comes out as a whisper, each syllable formed determinedly, distinctly, desperately. "I don't- cough need- pant a ro- pant a roof to- cough hold- cough cough my he- pant heart," he whispers, finishing the line.

A tear slips down your cheek, closing your eyes to keep its siblings in. You feel it wiped away gently, Eggsy collapsing once more against you. You rub his shoulders, trying to impart what little comfort you can. You don’t trust yourself to open your mouth, worried that the sobs clawing their way up your throat will take it as an opportunity.

At some point, sitting there holding him—maybe milliseconds, maybe minutes, maybe days later, what feels like the blink of an eye and an eternity wrapped into one—you feel him inhale shakily against your breast with no exhale to follow, hand going limp against your thigh and body going heaver still.

“No,” you choke out, not sure if it comes out as a scream or a whisper, if your vocal chords will ever work again, as it feels he’s taken all speech with him. You lay him down gently, his eyes already closed, clutching his hand as if it’s a lifeline. You have the presence of mind to know CPR will have no effect, instead grabbing his other hand, limp but warm, and pulling it to your cheek.

“Stay with me,” you plead. “Eggs, please, please, just stay with me.”

You don’t know how long you babble, words turning indecipherable as they’re overtaken by guy-wrenching sobs. “Please, please.”

Your throat raw, you eventually stop, wiping the blood from his lips and pressing a final kiss to them. Your vigil turns silent, staring, willing at him to heal and return to you, but it doesn’t happen. You don’t notice yourself falling asleep until it happens, chilled to the bone—and all you can hope is that, maybe in the morning. you’ll be with him again under a new roof.

And when you wake curled up beside a corpse, having burrowed into him subconsciously in your sleep, your heart breaks all over again.

Roofless.

[althaiareads]

This was so sad, omg I am sobbing. I cannot think of a sadder way to die, but at least he got to be with the love of his life.

Afterwards I saw the song it was based on and, girl, you did a wonderful job adapting it to written form. It is a HARD thing to do and it was amazing. I really loved it.

[shadows-of-a-memory]

thank you so much, that's so sweet! i based some of it off the video and went back and watched it and felt like i failed at conveying the emotions so this truly means a lot. thank you! hope you have a wonderful day/evening/whatever depending on time zone, haha!

[shadows-of-a-memory]

for some reason my acc just decided to spam post all my drafts. so guess what i get to go through now :)

[shadows-of-a-memory]

template

back to hogan’s heroes masterlist

romantic

one-shots

the tragedy of lady dindraine

the

only a bruise (to keep the cycle going)

(tw

series

maybe it’s perfect, maybe it’s incredibly flawed

hiding.

platonic

one-shots

it’s not your fault

as

series

none yet

[shadows-of-a-memory]

template

back to gotham masterlist

romantic

one-shots

the tragedy of lady dindraine

the

only a bruise (to keep the cycle going)

(tw

series

maybe it’s perfect, maybe it’s incredibly flawed

hiding.

platonic

one-shots

it’s not your fault

as

series

none yet

[shadows-of-a-memory]

jack thompson

back to agent carter masterlist

romantic

one-shots

the tragedy of lady dindraine

the

only a bruise (to keep the cycle going)

(tw

series

maybe it’s perfect, maybe it’s incredibly flawed

hiding.

platonic

one-shots

it’s not your fault

as

series

none yet

[shadows-of-a-memory]

jake “hangman” seresin

back to top gun masterlist

one-shots

the tragedy of lady dindraine

the depressing thing about kingsman is, almost every agent lives up to their codename in that they pretty much all die in arthurian legend. but enough exceptions have lived to retirement that, like every other naive kingsman recruit before you, you hope to be an exception yourself. so why are you so surprised when you aren’t?

only a bruise (to keep the cycle going)

(tw mentioned physical abuse, not on-screen) eggsy cares for his childhood best friend a normal amount. which is why he’s happy she’s with someone she cares deeply about. except when he sees her with foundation with the same dark undertone his mom wore like chains, he refuses to allow her to fall into the same cycle as michelle. that’s the only reason… right?

i don’t need a roof

(song fic) you remind eggsy that it’s not the roof that matters, it’s the home.

series

maybe it’s perfect, maybe it’s incredibly flawed

(mcu crossover / stark!reader) the problem with being a kingsman… well, kingswoman… 

[shadows-of-a-memory]

King's Indian Defense - Chess Openings

The King's Indian Defense is a hypermodern aggressive opening f...

[shadows-of-a-memory]

[shadows-of-a-memory]

it’s a glowing review - e.u.

prologue to “maybe it’s perfect, maybe it’s incredibly flawed”

<- prev chapter

t

[shadows-of-a-memory]

only a bruise (to keep the cycle going) - e.u.

trigger warning: mentioned off-screen domestic abuse gary "eggsy" unwin masterlist

Eggsy is tired. He's just gotten back from a mission, he's sore, he feels disgusting even after showering on the jet, and he just wants to cuddle with JB and take a nap.

But he made a commitment to meet you at the pub today, before he was assigned this emergency meeting, and no matter how worn he is, he's going to maintain it.

[shadows-of-a-memory]

welcome in

hello, i'm el, and welcome to my little cottage of stories! i a

[shadows-of-a-memory]

no need to wipe your feet...

...go barefoot if you please!

the request rules include:

no smut

no incest

t

other rules:

t

[shadows-of-a-memory]

Turnabout’s Fair Play

[cyborgsmanifesto]

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

[autistic-gay-men-kissing]

Frantically and anxiously clicking each link like I’m playing Russian roulette to find the Rick roll because the Rick roll blog reblogged

[same-pic-rick-roll]

There is no rickroll.

[lunaxio]

wheres the not a rickroll tag then

[same-pic-rick-roll]

Right there.