Jay is from the show Red Widow and unfortunately he's not really known 😅 At first I wanted to ask for Jack but I had no idea of the details for the story... Maybe he had to leave reader because of his job, but he loves her too much and decides to come back and find out that she is pregnant (a baby girl) I know, it's not original but i can't imagine anything else for this charming cowboy 🥺
Whole (Jack Daniels x Fem!reader)
Notes: Idk why I struggled so hard to write this fic but here she is in all her glory........yay. Not as smutty as per usual to prove I’m not a total whore but here ya go
Summary: after your life is threatened unbeknownst to you, whiskey takes it upon himself to protect you the only way he thinks he can––by leaving you. but what his cowboy brain doesn’t for see, is that he’s doing both of you more damage than good especially after a happy little accident.
warnings: brief description of smut and aftercare (like the La Croix of smut but still no minors), ANGSTTTTTTT, rOUGH, unplanned pregnancy, a slap, and a happy ending
Jack should have known the first time he wasn’t meant to have this kind of happiness—the kind where one could always have someone to return home to at the end of the day. No, he couldn’t have it with his late wife and he couldn’t have it with you either.
The human trafficker had somehow gotten access to personal statesmen information, because he had found out about you. Had your name. Had shown him pictures of you. Had shown that men were waiting at your doorstep if Jack didn’t back down now.
Thankfully, they were able to stop the man before it came to any of that—but it broke something in Jack. He couldn’t have another woman he loves die like his wife. He didn’t know if he could handle it. You didn’t even know about Jack’s real job, all you knew was that he was the CEO of a distillery and you never asked questions about that. Maybe it was easier keeping it like that, as Jack realized the only way to keep you safe was to leave you.
He had picked a night, picked a place to head out to after it was all over, and planned out the note. He had made love to you one last time before leaving—slowly savoring the way your skin felt pressed against him and the way it felt to have your walls drag against him when he thrusted, and finally stilled deep inside you. He made sure to take care of you before he left, clean with all sore muscles rubbed out and well hydrated—comfortable as you could be. You fell asleep so easily it somehow made Jack more guilty for what he thought was the right thing. He stayed longer than he should have after he wrote the note and got dressed, bag packed by the door, just staring at you, attempting to memorize the sound of your soft noises as you slept and the way your naked body looked covered by the sheets and pale moonlight. It was the most beautiful scene he had ever seen and wanted it to be the clearest memory he had of you. Tears sprung in his eyes, thinking that this is the only thing he will ever have of love—memories. He kissed your forehead one last time before walking out of your life forever.
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Jack hasn’t felt alive since, the toll of leaving you behind eating at him more than he ever thought it could. He’s changed in a way and everyone knows it—they see the way he moves or speaks now and know something has changed. He just goes through the motions of living with no actual life in his eyes to prove he is alive. He throws himself into his work working through cases and bad guys more efficiently than ever, but it doesn’t distract him from losing you—not when he lies awake at night crying and missing you.
Everyone around him changes too—Tequila doesn’t tease him anymore and walks around him like they’re threading through a room full of broken glass. Ginger does more medical evaluations—ones that are less to do with physical health and more to do with mental health. Most of all—champ acts different, “son—“
Jack pauses from exiting the debriefing room after giving Champ a status report and picking up another case, “I’m wondering if you should take a few days off from wo—“
“No,” Jack says curt and without a single space for bargaining. Champ is stiff when Jack looks at him, “I know you're wallowing over that girl.”
“I did what I had to do and I’m going to continue doing it.” Jack reminds him, staying steadfast in his decision. Champ shakes his head, “and it’s tearing you apart—statesmen get threats like that all the time Whiskey and they don’t go deserting their relatives or loved ones—“
“Well they're not me,” Jack states his stare is cold as he looks down at Champagne, “I can’t lose another person like that again.”
“You’ve lost her by leaving her,” his words cut through him and he knows it’s the truth, but it’s not something stubborn ol Jack is willing to withstand. Jack turns to leave again, “I’ll be off on the case.”
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You can’t help but pick up one of the sandwiches from the various food carts before they go out. It’s too tempting after standing for hours on your feet with a six month old pregnancy belly on your front—one you’re rubbing as you enjoy the taste of the mozzarella, pesto, and tomato together. The father of your child disappeared before you could even tell him—fitting considering you never grew up with a father in your house. So it has just been you and your baby girl, and well your best friend and business partner that was walking towards you now, joking “are the sandwiches up to your standards?”
“I needed something to eat after four hours of standing and being pregnant Travis,” you contest, taking another big bite. He shrugs with some sort of understanding, looking over the trays of food with you and approving them before they go off. Travis randomly starts, “I don’t think we should try to have this client again.”
You turn, finishing your sandwich with an eyebrow raise, “why? Did someone from the company say something to you—“
“Not that—although I was worried when the CEO invited his childhood priest—” he notes sending off the last tray, “I get bad vibes from the company itself.”
You think about it for a moment agreeing that something was fishy about the way a family-owned soap company was able to afford such a lavish event—something was a little off. You nod, “maybe not—I don’t want to get too close to a company that's a front. I doubt they would want us back because they’ve fired every event planner they’ve had before and the CEO’s wife already complained that the flower garnishes weren’t the correct shade of maroon.”
“We just have to finish the job then and we’ll be scott free” Travis mutters checking his watch, “just a couple hours left—what could go wrong?”
As though you were in a badly made comedy, right as Travis says that you hear clatter and gunshots come from the main event area, “......I spoke too soon didn’t I?”
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Vincent Marsulio had tried to make a run for it once he realized his plans to run a million dollar drug business had gone to shit—I mean a soap company as a front? Really? Jack had dodged gunfire, tequila and the new agent rum covering him—allowing him to use his lasso to drag Vincent into Statesmen custody.
The scene was under control now—with agents and Ginger’s crime scene investigators gathering follow up information and evidence. Jack was just there to make sure the scene stayed secure and that no witnesses ran off that were revealed to be involved. Scanning the crowds of those being interviewed is when he saw you.
He should have known you were here—he should have seen your touches in the flower displays, the food selections, the drapery, and the table cloths. You were a party planner, he should have made note of that. You’re the same as the images in his mind—the memories that flash through his mind whenever he gets a flicker of your perfume or hears a laugh that sounds like yours. The only thing that's changed about you is your stomach—there's a sizable baby bump there, and he mumbles to himself “no…”
It had been seven months—seven months since he left you. It had to be his. He left you pregnant. As though you heard the gears turning in his head you turn and make eye contact with him—freezing in your place. He has to talk to you now, but you make efforts to move away, running towards a stairwell to get away from him as he shouts your name.
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Despite being seven months pregnant you make a good chase, ducking down the stairwell and moving as fast as your swollen ankles will carry you while he shouts for you behind you. You can’t see him right now, he left, he doesn’t deserve this. Your condition must somewhat get the best of you as you end up stumbling on a landing—slowing down enough for him to catch up. You knew it was futile after all he ran faster than you even when you weren’t pregnant.
He grabs your wrist before you can go any farther, pulling you towards his body—only for you to wack a big slap to the side of his face, “how dare you—you asshole.”
“You're pregnant?” He asks quick as hell, and you frown still jabbing hits at him, “Why else am I so fucking big dickhead.”
He pulls you closer in an effort to restrain you from hitting him and from running away at any point, “is it mine?”
You had been avoiding looking at his face the entire portion of the ordeal—not wanting to see the face of the man that abandoned you. But you end up looking anyway and feel the tears spring up in your eyes. Despite the fact he left you you still feel love for him in your heart. You can’t lie to him, “it is.”
“Sugar, I’m—“ he breathes out, struck in the moment by every error he’s made in the past few months knowing he should have stayed, “I’m so sorry, please let me explain why I did what I did.”
You don’t respond just letting him speak at his own will as he settles you two down to sit on the steps of the stair. Jack tells you about his job, his wife, and the scare he had that just accumulated to him feeling like he had to leave to keep you safe. You had known about his late wife but none of the details about the affair and understood just why he was so afraid—but he still acted like an idiot. Head in hands, “why did you keep everything hidden from me Jack, I mean you lied to me about your job––no wonder I was able to find you after I found out, I was stuck looking for Jack Daniels brewery CEO instead of Jack Daniels statesmen.”
You got him there, “I should have––everyone told me I should have told you.” Silence emanates between the two of you, “I know sorry doesn’t make up for all I did––I don’t know if I can ever make up for what I did, but give me a chance because I want to be there for you and the kid–I love you sweet pea.”
Tears spring from your eyes, “I love you too Jack, we’ll figure it out I promise.”
Jack pulls you into his arms whispering what sounds like a thousand thank you’s for you and the girl in your belly, “it’s a girl you know.”
“A girl…” Jack trails off with a smile gleaming on his face and some unspoken joy in his eyes, that shifts into something of deep regret, “I was almost like him I don’t ever wanna be like him”
“You won’t.” you state firm and jack pulls away to cup your face and wipe away the errant tears still streaming down your face, “can I kiss you darling?”
“Please,” and with that the lips you have missed meld on to yours. After months, both alone and apart, both you and Jack feel a sense of security that everything will be alright––that your little family is finally whole.
TITLE: Kingsman: The Bear and the Fairy Chapter 11
PAIRING: Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels/OC
RATING: M
CHAPTER: 11/?
SUMMARY: When the Kingsman and the Statesman join together to stop Poppy Adams, the last thing Elizabeth expected was to fall in love with a tall, dark, and handsome cowboy named after a brand of whiskey.
They arrived back at Statesman HQ and had to explain to Champ what had happened with Jack.
“Agent Whiskey, turn in your gun and your weapons to Ginger.”
“Wait. Champ please!” Elizabeth begged, “He’s your most senior agent. You can’t just get rid of him.”
“I’m sorry Champ for my behavior,” Jack said, “But if that’s what you want.”
“Jack, wait.” Elizabeth turned to Champ. “What if you put him on probation? Make him earn your trust back, but don’t fire him. It’s going to take some time to build numbers up again. You’ll need all the agents you have. I’ll even stay here with him to watch over him,” Elizabeth bargained.
“You’d leave your family and stay here?” Champ asked her.
Elizabeth nodded. “For Jack? In a heartbeat.”
Champ debated for a minute and then said, “Fine. But he steps out of line and both of you are gone.”
Jack nodded. “Understood sir.”
They left Champ’s office.
“Are you really gonna leave Harry and Eggsy?” Jack asked.
“I love you Jack. I couldn’t ask you to move to London. Besides, my house was bombed off the map, so I have no home to go home to.”
“When are you going to tell them?”
Elizabeth nervously played with her braid. She shrugged. “When I have to.”
“It would probably be better to tell them sooner rather than later.”
They made their way to Jack’s room and he shrugged off his jacket, leaving him in his blue button-up shirt. He kicked off his boots and sat down on his bed.
Elizabeth kicked off her shoes and shed all her weapons. She straddled his lap and kissed him.
“Are you…?”
Elizabeth nodded and Jack lowered them to the bed.
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A few days later, they were called to Champ’s office again.
Tequila was sitting at the conference table. “Hey Elizabeth,” he said.
“Hey Tequila.”
Jack and Elizabeth sat down across from him.
“In honor of this historic occasion, we have purchased a distillery in Scotland,” Champ said.
Tears filled Elizabeth’s eyes. With everything that had happened, she hadn’t had time to properly mourn Merlin yet.
“This shows the world that Kingsman is now joining the liquor business. Before we were cousins. Now we’re brothers working side-by-side. All our resources are now yours. You can rebuild.”
“Yeah, ya’ll shittin’ in high cotton now,” Tequila said.
“I will never understand you and your country sayings,” Elizabeth told him. She looked at Jack. “Both of you.”
“Well we can’t all be Queen Elizabeth,” Jack said, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
Champ tapped his shot glass against the bottle. “Agent Tequila, this is a formal occasion where’s your tie and jacket?”
“Sorry, sir.”
Elizabeth laughed.
“Maybe the Kingsman boys can dress you properly.” Champ raised his glass. “To our union!”
Everyone else raised their glasses in the toast and took a drink.
Elizabeth took a sip of hers and pushed it away.
“As much as we’d love to stay, we should be getting home,” Harry said, “Elizabeth?”
Everyone looked at her.
“I…I’m sorry.”
“Can we talk? Alone?” Eggsy asked.
Elizabeth stood up and left the conference room with Harry and Eggsy. “I’m staying here at Statesman,” she told them.
“Because of Whiskey?” Eggsy asked.
“I made a deal with Champ. I can’t go back on my word. Besides, there’s nothing in London for me anymore. Harry has to go back. Someone has to take Arthur’s job. You have Tilde. What do I have? My home is gone.”
“You have us.”
“I love you Eggsy and nothing will ever change that. You know that. You’re my brother.”
Eggsy hugged her. “I’m going to miss you so much.”
“I’ll miss you too Eggs. But I’m only a phone call away and you can come visit.”
Eggsy nodded and let her go.
Harry hugged her next. “I wish you luck with everything.”
“Thank you, Harry.”
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*1 year later*
When Eggsy walked down the aisle to the front of the church, he saw a familiar black Stetson near the front. “Bethy!” he yelled, running to her. He threw his arms around her. “Oh, I’ve missed you.”
Things had been hectic with planning the wedding and trying to get Kingsman back on track. They talked on the phone several times a week, but they hadn’t seen each since Eggsy returned to England.
When Eggsy pulled back, he noticed the slight swell of her belly. “You’re pregnant!”
Elizabeth giggled. “Yeah, Eggs. Three months along.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I wanted to surprise you!”
Eggsy turned to Jack.
“Heya Eggsy,” Jack said, putting out his hand.
Eggsy took it. “If you make her happy, then I’m happy. I hope they don’t have you in field.”
Elizabeth put a hand on his arm. “Oh, no. I took Ginger’s job so she could be promoted. I’m relegated to a desk and the infirmary.”
It’d been a difficult year for Elizabeth. Following Harry and Eggsy’s departure, she had a full-on meltdown. Everything hit her at once and she broke under the pressure. Her family was gone and she was on her own now. It was so bad in fact, that Ginger had to sedate her and she spent three days in an induced coma. Champ arranged therapy sessions for her and she’d finished them shortly after learning she was pregnant.
“You really shouldn’t be surprised. What was it you said? Something about making babies with weird accents?” Elizabeth asked.
Eggsy blushed as Jack laughed. “Hey, let me know before you go into labor. I wanna be there when it’s born.”
“Of course, Eggsy. She’ll want to meet her Uncle Eggsy.”
“It’s a girl?”
Jack stroked Elizabeth’s baby bump. “Jessie Victoria Daniels.”
“How very American and British.”
Soon it came time for Eggsy and Tilde to say ‘I Do’.
Jack pressed a kiss to Elizabeth’s temple as he watched them.
Jack and Elizabeth would never have imagined this future for themselves over a year ago.
Jack never imagined that he’d get the chance to fall in love again and have a family.
Elizabeth never imagined in a million years she would fall in love with a man from Kentucky in cowboy boots who couldn’t go ten minutes without saying some stupid southern phrase that made absolutely no sense to her.
She imagined she’d died young in a blaze of glory on a mission for Kingsman. She had nothing to lose back then. Now, she had everything. She had a man who loved her. Who put a ring on her finger (another thing she needed to tell Eggsy and Harry) and who gave her the precious gift in her womb.
“I love you Jack,” she told him.
“I love you too, Tinkerbelle.”
A/N - If you want to see more of Jack/Elizabeth, just let me know! I always take requests!
Champ here. I'm all about havin' fun. You know, get a couple of cocktails in me, start a fire in someone's kitchen. Maybe go to SeaWorld, take my pants off.
