Lady Bess

✨Star Wars ✨

🥃Kingsman🥃

🌲The Last of Us 🌲

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Jack Daniels | Joel Miller | Frankie Morales | Javier Peña | Javi Gutierrez | Marcus Pike | Max Phillips | Tim Rockford | Agent Ortega | Plus more to come!

✨Doctor Who✨

Predominantly the 11th Doctor!

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You usually felt on edge whenever Harry wasn’t at home by your side, but this felt particularly strange. Waking up with the hairs on the back of your neck standing on edge had only happened once before, and if that time was anything to go by for now, that meant someone was in your house. 

He’d been gone for weeks, which was common given Harry’s job. He’d thrown away every scrap of the handbook that mentioned not forming attachments when he met you seven years ago, and you’d been married in secret for four years now. The best, and simultaneously the most exhausting, seven years of your life. 

Harry had been upfront about his job once he knew that keeping you around in his life was going to have long term implications. On the eve of his proposal, he’d laid everything bare for you, and gave you the chance to walk away from what would become an incredibly complicated life. Suddenly the absences, radio silence over texts, and occasional disappearances started to make sense though, and you knew you’d not be able to ever let Harry go from your heart. Of course you’d accepted it. 

But while you accepted it, that didn’t make the times you were apart any easier. If Kingsman knew about you, they might consider keeping Harry out of the line of fire a bit more; things were changing in the organisation anyway, what with Eggsy now being married himself (subsequently making him a Prince in the process. So much for subtlety…). But he was still their most senior agent, so you doubt they’d look favourably upon their most reliable and well-trained agent having another life outside of the job. 

So you made your own life at the precipice of his. Filled your days with your own work and ample hobbies whenever he wasn’t around. Found happiness outside of your marriage so to make nights like these less painful. You were loyal, and would never look upon others in his time away, even though Harry had given you permission. That wasn’t who you were. 

But there was always that ache of not having him here; like a part of you was missing. No amount of work or hobbies could ever fill that void. 

Tentatively, you got out of bed, hoping you’d just go downstairs and see the cat flap not quite closed, and that was what sounded like an intruder. But being an agent’s wife came with a new found intuition that whispered to you as you wandered out your bedroom that something so juvenile as a cat flap would not be the culprit tonight. Still, you shook your head and tiptoed down the stairs. 

Your first port of call was the kitchen. Harry didn’t agree with having his weaponry from Kingsman in the house, which to be fair you weren’t against. You couldn’t quite imagine anything worse than hosting a housewarming gathering for your friends and someone picking up an inconspicuous cigarette lighter, only to find it was indeed a hand grenade. No weapons though meant you had to find your own line of defence in times like these. Last time you’d used a golf club to bludgeon your assailant almost to death - unfortunately, you knew your clubs and 9-irons were all in the back of the car outside in anticipation for tomorrow’s mini-tournament you’d signed yourself up for. 

Harry’s absence really did lead you to the most unexpected places. 

Something else had to suffice. You considered a knife, clocking the block by the side of the stove and seeing that they were all still there. But if they had anything aside from their bare hands, it wouldn’t help all that much. Harry could probably evade a bullet with a bread knife - you weren’t so convinced as to your own abilities. He’d given you ample training in self-defence, preparing you for a life by his side and in these times of absence, but right now you needed something more…solid. 

A bang near the back door, unmistakenly not a cat flap sound, jolted you back to the moment. On instinct, you reached for the nearest item, hoping it would help you somehow. It wasn’t until you were a few steps out the kitchen that you glanced down and saw you’d picked up the cast iron frying pan. 

Great. 

Slowly you approached the back door, leaving the kitchen and padding through the house in your bare feet, treading lightly so as to not make a sound. Even your breathing felt too loud in the quiet of your home, amplifying how truly alone you were right now. You swallowed hard as you got closer, lifting the frying pan in a feeble attempt to use it as a shield against whatever might come your way. 

But then a click behind you had you pivoting on your axis, whipping your head and then body around to face the opposite direction, towards the other entrance of your home. Metal clanged by the door and your heart began to pound as the wood seemed to be scratched on the other side. Your body tensed, all logic and reasoning going out the window, as you prepared for whatever was on the other side of the door. 

But then all your worries melted away at the sight of the man before you. 

Harry. 

Looking as dashing as ever in his perfectly tailored suit, not a single hair out of place, Harry stepped into your home and greeted you with a warm smile - even though you probably looked utterly ridiculous as he walked in, clutching a frying pan in your nightgown. 

“What a warm welcome this is, sweetheart,” he chuckled, turning on a lamp by the door. You smiled, breathing a sigh of relief, and dropping your guard a little as you walked towards Harry. 

“You scared me half to death! I didn’t expect you back so soon,” you said, reaching your husband and greeting him with a soft kiss on the lips. He kissed you back, wrapping one arm around you in return. 

“Neither did I. But we finished up sooner than we thought. I could have stayed on base for a day or two more and recovered from my jetlag, but I couldn’t bear the thought of being away from my beautiful wife a second longer,” he grinned against your lips, his hand pressing in against you firmer. You giggled in his arms, kissing him again. 

“You’re so suave, Harry. I don’t know how I got so lucky to snag you up for myself,” you chuckled, “But why did you try the back door first, by the way? You always come in through the front.”

Harry furrowed his brow, visible confusion evident. Slowly, he shook his head. 

“I didn’t, my love. I only tried the front,” he lifted the hand that wasn’t holding you, showing you a single key, “I only ever take one key out with me, and it’s never for the back.”

At the realisation that there must have been something, or someone, else at the back door, you turned back around to be greeted with the sound of glass shattering. Harry pulled you closer to him, and both of you watched and waited to be greeted by whatever had caused the damage. 

Within moments a gruff voice traversed its way into your ears, sending a chill down your spine. There was no point in hiding from whoever this was; you’d been made, anyway.

“Found you,” the voice snarled. 

The next few seconds passed in a blur. All you heard was the clicking of a gun being loaded, and your instincts kicked in. 

The assailant fired his weapon directly towards you both - a shot meant for Harry, no doubt. This wouldn’t be your first encounter with someone who was just trying to get to your husband. Without thinking, you gripped the frying pan that was still in your left hand, and lifted it to shield Harry’s face. 

Both of you winced as the bullet loudly ricocheted off the back of the pan, and you thanked your lucky stars for splurging on the cast iron set a while ago. It rattled around the room, flying back in the direction of the assailant after you sent it careening into the side of the metal TV stand - until the bullet lazily lodged itself into the assailant’s leg. 

They yelled as they fell to the ground, the impact being forceful but not clean, as the bullet had long since dented and misshapen itself on its way back towards them. The battered and squashed tip of the bullet seeped into their muscle, ripping and tearing its way through the leg rather than neatly piercing it. 

With the thug now on the ground screaming, you lowered your guard, and let Harry step forward. He withdrew one of his Kingsman issued weapons, a pen which looked inconspicuous enough, and used it to stun the man out cold. His cries eventually quietened down, until all you could hear was your own heartbeat racing through your ears. Harry turned back to look at you. 

“You alright?” he asked. Slowly, you nodded, setting the frying pan down.

“Yeah, I- I didn’t even think there,” you said, somewhat shocked that your reflexes kicked in when they did, but glad nonetheless. Had they not, Harry would be looking at one serious head wound about now. The thought of him getting injured made you shudder…

Harry walked back over to you and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and gently rocking you in his arms. 

“My brave, clever girl,” he muffled into your hair as he pressed more kisses to your head, “I’ll admit, it was an interesting weapon,” he chuckled. You laughed with him, shaking your head slightly. 

“I’m not sure what I was thinking,” you admitted. Harry shrugged. 

“Who cares? Clearly the training we’ve done together is working. Perhaps it’s time I let you loose with some real weapons,” he grinned down at you, like an excited kid at a sweet shop. 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you said. 

“Maybe,” Harry grinned, then tilted his head towards the unconscious assailant, “Not my fault that the guy who I’ve been tracking for weeks just so happens to fall victim to my brilliant wife!”. 

You rolled your eyes at Harry, but were unable to hold back a grin. Whoever that was laid out on your lounge floor, you didn’t really care. You just wanted him out of here before he could wake up and do any more damage. 

Harry seemingly read your mind. 

“We’ll have to get the team in to help remove this guy, and take him in for processing,” Harry explained. 

“Won’t that rather expose things when they start asking why they came to some random woman’s house?” you asked. 

“Perhaps it’s time they knew,” he smiled softly, resting his hands on your waist. 

“Harry, are you sure?” you asked. He nodded. 

“I’ve continued working at the top of my game there for the last seven years we’ve been together. If they now suddenly think my wife would be anything but a positive influence on me, then perhaps my time there is done.”

You smiled at Harry, tears in your eyes. The man who you would risk not having a normal life for, now looking at you with such adoration as he committed to you to risk his own career if it meant hiding you a second longer. And if you learnt anything from Harry, it was that his mind was seldom changed once he’d set himself to something.