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“The response to ‘Bodyguard’ was unlike anything anybody could have predicted or expected. You always hope that people will be captured by what you’re doing, and be interested … but nobody could have predicted that. So it was really exciting.” - Keeley Hawes, on Lorraine (2022)
The thing is, David-slash-Dave, I don't need you to vote for me, only to protect me.
BODYGUARD 01.01 (2018) dir. Thomas Vincent
Bodyguard (2018)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Epilogue - Three years later
As time went by, Julia decided she wanted to try running for Prime Minister since she never had the chance to announce her bid that day at St. Matthews.
Unsurprisingly, she had won in a landslide as the country had fully embraced working mothers in high positions of power. After Christine Nolan--Julia’s predecessor--things had changed for women. More women ran the country than in the years before and there were multiple bills that had passed through Parliament in favor of women’s rights. A few of them were ones that Julia had lobbied herself and David had never been more proud.
Finally residing in Number 10 with her husband and four-year-old daughter, Julia felt happy to have reached her political goal.
Happiest Birthday Keeley! 🎂 💐 🎉
This is for you! Love you! ❤️❤️❤️
Temper us in fire and we grow stronger
I. Dor
The pounding in her skull.
Thump. Thump. Thump…
The weak beating of her heart.
Lub. Dub. Lub. Dub. Lub. Dub…
Her sole anchor to life. She grips onto it.
Darkness surrounds her. Heavy, dull, painful. Frightful. She is lost. She aches. She fears. She misses. Fingers reach through the unknown. For reassurance. For him. Desperately.
Thump. Lub. Dub. Lub. Dub. Lub. Dub. Thump.
The voices are loud yet indistinct. A cacophony of sounds. Undecipherable. Strangers are touching her. Their hands all over her body, probing, gripping, poking. She wants to scream. Fight. Beg. Plead.
Thump. Lub. Dub. Lub – Lu –
Will people miss her when she is gone? Will people mourn her?
She was loathed. By many. Her beliefs. Her strength. Her fight. Hated.
She wasn’t foolish. He loathed her too. In the beginning – maybe still.
“Jump!” He shouted as he ran towards her. She didn’t think twice. She trusted him.
The last thing she saw before it all went very bright and, just as quickly, very dark. Before the loud bang, the heat, the screams. His blue eyes darkened, filled with concern, fear and determination, as he ran to her. To save her.
“Nothing complicates my job. It’s to protect you.” – Even if it could cost you your life.
She may never wake up. She may die. But, as terrifying as that might be, not knowing if he survives, if he breathes. If he lives –
She was loathed. By many. She did not care. She ought not to care. She did not become Home Secretary to make friends. But death? People hated her so much they were willing to kill her, to kill because of her. Terry. – David, maybe.
Julia Montague is strong. Her enemies hate that the most about her. Her ex-husband feared it. He wanted to control her. Chief Whip day and night. Her response was a forthright fuck off and a divorce a year later.
Julia Montague is resilient. She survived a shooting and held her head high daring anyone to try and weaken her composure.
She doesn't show emotion. Passion, maybe. But no sentiments. She stands seemingly undestroyable. So, they put a bomb at her feet and tried blowing her armour to pieces.
Julia Montague is a fighter. Yet, no one expects her to survive that second attempt on her life. Doctors are sceptical at best. Her mother cries at her bedside, mourning her loss already. Westminster plans her eulogy; a grand affair for her funeral. It doesn't seem to matter that her heart is still beating. That the machine still beeps. Slow but steady. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
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Lockdown with Keeley - Fanfiction Challenge
Good morning imaginary constructs! To get us through this period of uncertainty we thought it would be fun to do a prompt challenge! It’s open to all fandoms, The Durrells, Ashes to Ashes, Bodyguard, you name it.
Here are the rules:
Choose a prompt (or multiple)
Write a fic
Add your fic to the collection In Lockdown with Keeley
Post on or around 31st May
That’s it. That’s the rules.
There’s no limit in length, it can be as long or short as you want. It can have multiple chapters or be a one-shot. Anything goes.
Here are the prompts:
“I’m tired of this, I’m tired of it all.”
“I know exactly how this ends.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Are you jealous?”
“Was it “just a FUCK? Coz I don’t think so.”
“Why are you awake right now?”
“No, I’m not talking to you.”
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
“I hate you.” - “No, you don’t.”
“I’ve missed being with you like this.”
“Stop looking at me like this.”
“Is this how it feels like? To be heartbroken?”
“One more word and I won’t resist the urge to slap you.”
Submission date is 31st May. Don’t worry though if you’re ready to post a few days before or after- this is meant to be fun!
Stay radishing 😊
David & Julia aesthetic: the night before and the morning after
