01 Mar 2017
In their decade-long friendship, Karl's never seen Finn dance around someone for this long. He’s an attack-and-doggedly-pursue kinda guy, the kind of man girls, Zack, and some lucky dudes in Florida had and lost.
Now that he seems to finally have found whatever it is that he couldn’t find with them, watching him say jack shit to Sami was getting real old, to say the least.
“Hey Tama,” he babbles, words slurring as he grabs Tama by the shoulders to turn him towards Finn. “Tell Bálor over here that everyone and their mother knows he’s in love with Generico and he should go and get with him already.”
"Fine-fucking-finally," Gallows drawls in the accent AJ hates, "He's been busting his little nutsack off waiting to bring this shit up for months."
Fandoms: Kingsman: The Secret Service (2015)
04 Jun 2016
Feeling quite harassed despite entering the room to have a good time, Rashida prepared to deliver her usual rant when she saw that Galahad was staring at Harry like he was the last nugget in a 20-piece McNugget box.
Harry answered her unasked question: “I haven’t the foggiest."
Galahad, whom Lancelot patted on the back as she made her way to the king, looked more heartbroken than a man in a thousand-pound suit had any right to at Harry’s reply.
“You really don’t remember anythin’,” he mumbled.
(Or: How Harry Hart and Galahad Got Their Groove Back, from a henchperson's perspective)
(Pre-The Golden Circle)
31 May 2016
Harry Hart unexpectedly receives a wedding invitation from Roxanne Morton, the daughter of a woman he had a fling with twenty-six years ago.
Eggsy Unwin helps his mate Roxy mind the taverna to avoid her mum, Guinevere, whose gone a bit mad preparing the festivities.
or: a Hartwin Mamma Mia AU
(Pre-The Golden Circle)
There were advantages to having the ability to create jumpers out of thin air. For instance, during a chase on an ancient wooden pier, Sherlock not only managed to overdose the person they were chasing on cocaine produced from wood dust and his own hair, but fell into the bay as he was unable to resist having more than a bit of his own concoction.
The jumper John wove around Sherlock's twitching body had patterns shaped like anatomically-correct pancreases. He made the wool especially itchy, just to irritate the insensate detective in his arms, who was currently turning the pebbles embedded in his feet into meth.
(or: what if everyone developed powers in a freak storm)