It’s On
Genre; Fluff, Fun
Word Count; 2.1k
Warnings; None!
Pairing; Whiskey x Reader
Just thought this was a nice idea! Reader is a Kingsman agent who has been horse riding all their life. Hope you enjoy!
Masterlist
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You couldn’t help but laugh as you stood next to Whiskey, watching the comedy of errors going on in front of you. What little remained of Kingsman - you, Eggsy, Harry and Merlin - had once again teamed up with Statesman, this time to take down an international smuggling ring who just happened to be in the horse racing business. Apparently, there was a show taking place in a week or so not two hours down the road from the Statesman HQ, so working together really just made all of your lives easier. What hadn’t been taken into consideration, however, was exactly what would need to go into playing the part; horse riding.
Merlin, much to his relief and Eggsy and Harry’s chagrin, was exempt from the fitting in bit; he was staying with Ginger to handle the tech side of the operation. You had no doubt that if he was watching events unfold, he was laughing just as much as you. After a meeting with Champ to discuss exactly what needed to be done, Tequila had rushed off with Eggsy and Harry, claiming they needed to practice riding a lot in order to be ready in a week. That left you and Whiskey to follow slowly after them, discussing what the other agent might have in mind.
“Oh my god,” you grinned, barely containing the laughter threatening to bubble up once again. Horse riding. Eggsy had never done it before you were certain, and Harry might have sat on a horse for a few moments in a ceremonial capacity, but neither one of them had a clue what they were doing. Tequila had gotten two sets of tack onto the fence surrounding the field were some of Statesman’s horses were kept in the time it had taken the two Galahads to just approach a gorgeous appaloosa. They were meant to be getting a headcollar on her, but so far had managed only to loop a lead rein around her neck. The horse even looked like she found it funny, refusing to stand still and stamping her feet when either agent tried to approach her head. Tequila himself started leaning against the fence in exasperation, Whiskey smirking as he alternated between watching the chaos and watching you laugh.
“Take it you can ride, then,” Whiskey commented after a while, glancing over at you. You nodded in return, telling him you’d done it all your life and smiling when he said the same. “Well then, sweetheart, either we can stand here an’ watch the show, or you and me can go for a ride ourselves. What d’you think?”
“I’d love to!” You exclaimed immediately, thinking you had never smiled so widely in your life. You had long since stopped paying attention to Whiskey’s unending selection of nicknames, jokingly telling yourself he had forgotten your name and didn’t want to ask again. The Statesman agent started walking in the direction of the tack room and you matched his pace, delighted at the thought of going for a ride. Your smile dropped a little however when you looked round and realised there was one thing you hadn’t taken into account; everyone here rode Western. Of course they did, you reasoned, but being from the UK it was never something you had done. Whiskey caught the change in your expression, having already hauled a saddle off of the rack in front of him and then pausing before giving it to you.
“Never ridden Western, sugar?” You huffed out a chuckle and shook your head, an idea forming in your head. “Well that doesn’t matter, I’ll teach ya how.” He tried to hand the saddle over, but put a light hand on his arm to get his attention.
“Can I just go without?” You asked, gesturing to the saddle then hastily adding, “If you don’t want me to, that’s fine of course.” You could fully understand why someone who had no idea of your riding ability wouldn’t want you to go bareback on their organisation’s horse. As it was, Jack simply raised his eyebrows in a surprised smirk.
“Reckon you can manage?” You were grinning again as you assured him you could. He waved a hand towards the row of bridles and directed you to one for a horse called Brandy - you simply had to comment on the theme of code names extending to horses - and took the saddle himself, grabbing a second bridle on his way past as he led the way to a different field. You watched as he called out to a pair of quarter horses standing on the other side of the field, who came trotting over immediately. Whiskey set his saddle down on the fence then vaulted over it, you following suit. You tacked the horses up in a comfortable silence, Whiskey giving you a saddle cloth to make up for your lack of saddle, then mounting his horse. He raised an impressed eyebrow when you just leapt up from the ground before unlatching the gate with his boot and setting off at a brisk walk, your horse keeping pace with his without needing direction.
Jack led you all through the tracks and fields surrounding the Statesman HQ, eventually arriving at a long dusty stretch that had your back straightening at just the thought of galloping along there at top speed. Naturally, your companion knew exactly what you were thinking. The tension between you went up tenfold when he asked if you wanted to race. Your horses picked up on the excitement as well, starting to become restless and dancing about a bit in anticipation. You chuckled as Brandy skipped backwards a few steps and tugged at the reins, desperate to run. You lined him up next to Jack and nodded you were ready, leaning forward as he produced a handgun. You were gone as soon as he fired the shot up into the air, heart pounding as you urged your horse to go faster and faster. Jack kept pace with you, looking relaxed as anything with both reins in one hand and the other keeping his Stetson on his head at a jaunty angle. Turning forwards once again, you blinked moisture from your eyes from the speed you were travelling at and yelled at Jack to find out where the finish line was. When you looked back over at him, a cheeky grin was plastered on his face.
“Statesman!” He shouted back, then turned his horse at a sharp angle to loop behind you and take a trail which you didn’t know about, giving a wink and a mock salute as he went. It was a shortcut, you had no doubt, and a totally unfair one given that he had only stuck to the main routes with you.
“Oh, it’s on,” you muttered, eyes flashing with the thought of competition and urging Brandy on once again. Jack’s route was no doubt going to take him back alongside the paddocks you saw on your way out, which he would then follow round until he got back to the main road, at which point he would go back through the official entrance. He was probably expecting you to turn around and go back the way you came, arriving at the main entrance a few minutes after him. And he had definitely underestimated your level of competitiveness. That in mind, you directed your horse through a small gap in the hedge you were following, holding on as he stumbled through a ditch then took off once more, the distinctive outline of the Statesman HQ now in sight.
Whiskey was laughing to himself as he galloped along a trail he knew very well, utterly confident in what he thought was a sure win. What he didn’t know was that you weren’t going to give up without a fight.
Brandy’s hooves were leaving a trail of dust behind you as you approached the fields belonging to Statesman, a plan in mind for how you were going to get to the finish and beat Jack. Your fingers were crossed your fingers in the hopes that both you and Brandy would be able to manage it. The fence surrounding the outermost field that you would need to cross was rapidly coming into view, your breathing was as loud as your horse’s and your heart pounding. You had no idea how good he was at jumping so you could only hope that this was going to be worth it. You were more than willing to take risks if it meant winning this competition, especially given the trick Jack played on you. The fence was coming up and you were whispering encouragement to your horse, making sure he knew you believed in him in the hopes you would make the jump. There were a few horses in the far corner of this field, you noticed, but that was nothing to worry about.
“Go on, go on-!” You shouted as you came up to the fence, whooping in joy as Brandy cleared it. “You good boy!” You told him through your grin, clicking at him to keep his speed as you came up to the second field, the only one left between you and victory. It also just so happened to be the one in which Tequila was still trying to get Eggsy and Harry onto their own horses. That didn’t matter though, because you could see the yard in which you were supposed to finish and Whiskey still wasn’t there. You repeatedly told Brandy how well he was doing as he cleared the second fence, still galloping even after all this time.
Your attention was drawn to Eggsy and Harry as the former yelled expletives after seeing your display, clearly convinced you were going to fall off. Even Harry looked surprised, though he didn’t actually say anything. You grinned at them and waved as you sped past, the home run now in sight. Then, disaster struck. Tequila leapt up as he watched you soar over the fence, spinning around and looking at the entrance to the Statesman HQ at the exact same time as you and Whiskey saw each other. Even at that distance, you could see the shock that overcame his features and knew that he could probably see yours, but you recovered quickly.
“Oh no you don’t!” You yelled as both of you spurred your horses on at the same time. The last barrier between you and victory - a five bar gate - was coming up. You could feel the gazes of Tequila, Harry and Eggsy as you encouraged Brandy to jump the last fence, adrenalin pumping through your veins. Brandy landed hard on the other side of the gate, speeding towards Jack. You got level with the front door of HQ seconds before he did, whooping in joy as his horse bolted past yours, cries of “No, nono!” hanging in the air behind him. You turned around just in time to see Whiskey slide his horse to a halt a moment before they reached the fence like he was barrel racing, whistling appreciatively as you trotted over to him.
“Neat stop, Whiskey,” you called over, “nice trick you played on me too, shame it didn’t work out!” The grin he’d been wearing was more than wiped off of his face and replaced completely on yours, and you returned the wink he’d given you as well. Tequila leapt over the fence and rushed over to the both of you, followed closely by Eggsy and Harry.
“Y/N, what the hell was that?” Harry asked you disbelievingly, while Eggsy proclaimed the brilliance of what you had done. Tequila on the other hand, was staring open mouthed at Whiskey, arms held wide open in a universal ‘what was that?!’ gesture. The other agent just shrugged helplessly.
“I know, I know-”
“How did you lose?!” He exclaimed in the end, “They didn’t even have a saddle!” Jack’s gaze flicked between Tequila and you, still wearing that brilliant smirk.
“Well darlin’, colour me impressed,” he told you in the end, though the truth was he far more than impressed. He’d taken you down absolutely no shortcuts whatsoever and you didn’t know the first thing about the trails around the brewery. And Tequila was right; you’d done all of that without a saddle. If Jack thought you were intriguing before, now you were positively enthralling.