Pedro Pascal Character Imagines

The Bear and the Fairy (Agent Whiskey)

Summary: Eggsy knows his best friend Elizabeth is in love with Agent Whiskey, so he takes it upon himself to get them together.

Elizabeth sat in Eggsy's room for the fifth time this week. She was nursing a martini, too depressed to even drink it. She didn't care for the drink, but Eggsy was pretty good at making it thanks to Harry. "I'm sorry to keep bothering you," she told him.

He sat on the couch next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. "You're not botherin' me, luv."

Her eyes filled her tears. "You have beautiful Princess Tilde and who do I have? Nobody!"

"Oh, lovely." Eggsy wrapped his arms around her as she cried.

Since joining the Kingsman, Elizabeth and Eggsy had been inseparable.

She'd taken Roxy's death hard and then Merlin had sacrificed himself for them. In her grief, she had stopped Harry and Eggsy from killing Whiskey. She couldn't take any more death that day. She'd stepped between them and talked Whiskey down. She'd even argued with Champ to keep him in the Statesman.

Champ himself had lost his wife some years ago, so in a way he understood where Whiskey was coming from.

"You're not alone, luv. You have me and Harry and Whiskey."

Elizabeth pulled away from Eggsy and sniffled. "What are you talking about? Whiskey?"

"Oh come on, Bethy. I've seen the way you look at him."

"Eggsy! He is a grown-man!"

"So what? You're a grown woman. Besides you've always had a thing for older men."

Elizabeth's cheeks burned. "I have not!"

Eggsy laughed. "You've fancied yourself in love with both Harry and Merlin at one point in time. You have a thing for Whiskey. Ever since that day in the bar."

He remembered Elizabeth watching him fight, ignoring himself, Harry, and Merlin. He could practically see the hearts in her eyes. And then when Whiskey turned around, he had winked and nodded at Elizabeth with his fingers on the rim of his Stetson, causing her to let out a high-pitched giggle.

She had looked back at the three men and said, "What?" The first time she'd actually fallen for him was when she met him.

Eggsy and Elizabeth had gotten into Whiskey's car and he turned, his eyes on her.

"Who's this?" Whiskey asked.

"Elizabeth, meet Whiskey. Whiskey, this is Elizabeth. My partner."

"Elizabeth. Like the Queen?"

Elizabeth smiled and laughed. "My parents certainly have a sense of humor."

Whiskey took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, ma'am."

Elizabeth met his chocolate brown eyes and knew she was goner.

"You should ask him out at the next debriefing," Eggsy told her, snapping her back to the present.

"What! I can't do that!"

"I'll be your wingman."

"My wingman?"

"Yeah, I do it all the time for my mates."

"Thanks for coming, everyone," Champ said. He took off his glasses and stood up to grab a glass of whiskey.

"Oh, let me do that Champ," Elizabeth said. She hurried over to the mini-bar and poured two glasses of whiskey. "Eggsy?" she asked.

"Nah, I'm fine luv."

She picked up the two glasses and placed them in front of Champ and Whiskey.

"Thanks, darlin'", Whiskey said. That Southern drawl made Elizabeth want to melt into the carpet.

"No problem, Jack."

The two stared at each other for a moment before Champ cleared his throat.

Elizabeth quickly straightened up, thankful that Tequila wasn't there.

He would have made some smart quip that probably would have made her start crying. She may have been a grown woman, but something about Tequila making her cry made her feel like a little girl.

"Excuse me." She all but ran out of the conference room.

Eggsy quickly followed her.

"I fucked it up. I fucked it up!" she told him.

"No you didn't."

"God, he's going to think I'm just some airheaded Brit."

Eggsy scoffed. "He's seen you fight, Elizabeth. You had his back quite a few times during that joint mission against the Golden Circle. You're fucking deadly."

They had fought back to back, dancing around each other perfectly as they cut enemies down.

Eggsy remembered thinking how mismatched they looked.

Whiskey was a big man and Elizabeth was a tiny strawberry-blonde. She barely reached Whiskey's shoulder.

He had started calling them "The Bear and the Fairy" on that mission.

Whiskey came out of the conference with Champ and looked down the hallway where Eggsy and Elizabeth were arguing.

"Look, there he is. This is your chance," Eggsy told her.

"What? No!"

"Go ask him out." Eggsy pushed her towards him.

"Eggsy, stop it! I can't do this!"

"Elizabeth Tate, get your arse over there and ask him out."

She crossed her arms and said, "Make me." She didn't mean literally however.

Eggsy grabbed Elizabeth's arm and dragged her over to him.

Whiskey tried to play cool like he hadn't heard their little argument.

"Elizabeth has something she wants ask you, Agent Whiskey."

Whiskey crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Is that so, little lady?"

"I'll leave you two it then," Eggsy said, starting to walk away. Before he turned the corner, he gave her a salute.

She glared at him. She was going to kill him later.

"Elizabeth?" Whiskey asked.

"I...ummm...I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go out to dinner sometime?"

Instead of answering, Whiskey grabbed her and kissed her.

Elizabeth was startled, but melted into the kiss. She knocked the Stetson from his head and buried her fingers in his hair. She could taste the whiskey on his lips and tongue.

Whiskey pulled back, his large hands cradling her face. He placed a kiss on her nose and then forehead. "I thought you'd never ask," he told her.

"You can thank Eggsy. I never would have done it without him."

"Remind me to send him a bottle of our best whiskey."

Elizabeth giggled and kissed him again.