”You’ve been my bodyguard for three years and not once has anyone so much as flipped me the bird. Dad’s just a paranoid old fart,” Chuck says with a roll of his eyes. Raleigh checks his weapon before sliding it back in his holster. “That he may be, but not only does he pay my salary, he could also kill me with his thumb, so I’m just gonna do my job if that’s alright with you.”
Adult, AU. Raleigh is Chuck’s bodyguard. Shit hits the fan. This works really, really well.
It was Chuck. But Chuck was six months dead, and this was… something else. And his mind just didn’t want to wrap around it. What would happen when the clone woke up?
Adult, post-movie, canon-compliant. Before Pitfall, Chuck let himself be cloned, memories and all – except he tampered with them, leading to some… interesting variations. This hits right in the Chuck feels, dear me!
There, on the small of Chuck’s back, is a tattoo. And not just any tattoo, no. He’s gone and gotten himself a Gipsy Danger tramp stamp, complete with Raleigh fucking Becket’s name, nice and neat, right underneath it. For the next sixteen weeks, Chuck’s nickname is Becket’s Bitch. He doesn’t mind as much as he knows he should.
Adult, Chuck lives!AU. This is fun and sizzling hot.