Pedro Pascal one shots +characters part three

Agent Whiskey-Flirting With Danger

You and Agent Whiskey are supposed to be mortal enemies. You're supposed to hate each other.

Yet...you can't stop yourself from falling for him a little more each time you run into each other.

Some swearing and violence and innuendo.

.........

There he is! Oh God. Every single time you see that smooth talking son of a gun, all you want to do...well, stuff that shouldn't be repeated in mixed company.

Agent Whiskey catches sight of you. His expression is completely unreadable as he stares at you.

You smile. Or try to. Agent Whiskey's face relaxes into a grin and you feel your heart fluttering within your chest.

Agent Whiskey strides closer to you, taking your hand and raising it his lips, kissing it. You can't help it.

A giggle escapes your lips and Agent Whiskey looks pleased with himself. He releases your hand.

"Well! I sure as shit didn't expect to run into you today, Y/N! How are you, darlin'?"

"Just fine. What about you?"

"Quite well, my sweet." You gaze into his beautiful dark eyes and feel yourself melting.

"What brings you here, Jack?" You ask.

"What else?"

"Me?"

Agent Whiskey nods, looking grim all of a sudden.

"You know I don't like this anymore than I do, darlin.'" You sigh.

"You could pretend you never saw me," you suggest. Agent Whiskey chuckles. You adore his sense of humor.

"I could," Agent Whiskey agrees. "But that might end badly for me." You feel a pang.

You'd never want anything bad to happen to his man standing here before you.

You know you shouldn't. But..you're in love with him.

"Take me in," you say, holding out your arms to Agent Whiskey. His expression changes once again.

He looks remorseful and sad. You just want to hold him. Sometime this job really sucks.

Sometimes you absolutely despite being a secret agent.

"Now, darlin,'" Agent Whiskey says, smiling softly. "I never said that I was taking you in."

He leans closer to you, his lips right next to your ear. The little mustache hairs tickle and you giggle softly.

"However, I might take you in on a personal basis." You turn your face, pressing your lips to Agent Whiskey's and he grins.

"I'm guessing you're good with that plan?"

"Oh, yes, Agent Whiskey. I'm at your mercy."

.......

You're cuddled up against Agent Whiskey as he holds you close. He keeps kissing you, all over. You like that.

"Jack?"

"Yes?"

"How long are we gonna be able to keep this up?"

"As long as we want to."

"I'm serious, Jack. We can't keep doing this. Somebody is bound to find out. And I'll be damned if anything happens to you because of...me."

Agent Whiskey holds you close. You stroke his hair and it calms you down. You touch his mustache and you love how the tiny little hairs feel against your fingers.

"I don't want you to worry about me, Y/N. I can look after myself."

"I know that, dumbass. But I'll always worry about you because I love you."

Agent Whiskey's arm tightens around you. You bury your face in his bare chest and try to push all those ugly thoughts away.

Right now, all you want to focus on, is Jack Whiskey.

......

You're awakened in the middle of the night by gunfire. Shit! They found you! You scream out for Jack. There's no answer and you swear, your heart stops.

"I'm...over...here!" Jack sounds like he's in distress and you roll out of the bed, crawling on your belly, over to where Jack is.

You reach out a hand, expecting to feel warm, sticky blood. Instead you only feel Jack's hand.

"Are you hit?" You ask, groping around for your own gun. Your fingers graze the hard metal and you quickly grasp it.

"N..No."

"You're lying!" You snap. Seriously? This asshole is gonna try and be a tough guy while he's possibly dying?

"Only a little. My..right leg. But it's not bad." You grit your teeth, trying hard not to fly off the handle.

You crawl closer, groping for the gunshot wound. When your fingers touch it, Jack gasps in pain.

He's right. It's not horrible. But it sure as hell isn't something that small, either. You crawl over to your bag, unzipping it and pulling out a shirt to wrap up Jack's leg in.

Once that's finished, he seems like he can function somewhat better. You gather what you can, making sure that Jack is properly armed.

Then..you fire at those assholes trying to kill you and the man you love, hoping fervently that you both make it out of here alive.

......

It takes a few minutes, but you and Jack finally manage to shoot your way out and make a run for it.

You worry about Jack's leg and if it might end up infected. Jack gives you directions to a small, safe house about two hours away.

Once you get there, you look for a first aid kit and properly attend to Jack's wound.

He squirms and complains and swears at you until you're finished. Then...you collapse into his arms and let him hold you.

"I'm sorry I was such a bad patient." You look into Jack's beautiful brown eyes and kiss the tip of his nose.

"I forgive you. And do you know why?"

"Because I'm so dashingly handsome?" You kiss him on the lips. You know now, you're addicted to this man.

"Yes." Jack chuckles, kissing the crown of your head.

"I love you, too, Y/N. And I don't want to give you up for nothing or nobody."

"Then I think it's official. We need to stay together. Starting as of this moment."

"I think you're right." Jack kisses you gently, his gaze tender.

"I'm happy to comply, Agent Whiskey."

"I thought you would be, darlin.'"