#whisked egg

[typewritersandtentacles]

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Finally here! First chapter of my Whiskey x Eggsy fic because I need to start yet another fic?? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... *ugly sobbing*

This one is for @virgosista and anyone else who refuses to believe Whiskey is the misogynistic douche hat Vaughn chose to cast him as. (and he’s also not dead because no one died in that movie)

[typewritersandtentacles]

I’m working on a fic for @virgosista that’s Whiskey x Eggsy. Here’s a sneak peek. It’s not edited yet so sorry for mistakes. Still the first draft.

( @elletromil @renai-chan @gorned might be up your ally too!)

“Got a light?” Whiskey asked.

Eggsy withdrew his Zippo. In a single, fluid movement he flipped the lid up and struck the lighter against his thigh, striking the starter. A flame leapt to life and he held it out for Whiskey.

Whiskey cupped his hand around the flickering fire and kissed the tip of his cigarette to the flame. He held Eggsy’s gaze as he lit his cigarette, a warm glow of red brightening his face. Eggsy’s stomach clenched around a marrow-deep want. Whiskey drew a long drag from his cigarette and let the smoke leak from his lips in a blue haze.

Beyond the heavy metal door of the back, Eggsy could hear the thud of music. The ally was suffused in shadows, shielding them from anyone that walked by. It was just them and the smoke curling from Whiskey’s lips.

Eggsy snapped the lighter closed. Whiskey wordlessly raised his eyebrows as Eggsy shoved his crumpled pack of smokes and lighter back into his pockets.

He grabbed Whiskey by the front of his shirt, curling his fingers into fists in the soft flannel, and hauled him close. Whiskey grin, a feral flash of teeth, and walked Eggsy backwards until his back scraped against the greasy brick. Whiskey leaned over him, one arm pressed above Eggsy’s head, and took another long smoke.