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Super Spy - Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

Title: Super Spy

Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Harry (Mentioned), Merlin, The Skull (OC) (Mentioned), Agent Lamorak, and Guards (Mentioned)

WC: 2,730

Warnings: Kingsman canon violence (but less so), hostages mentioned, kidnapping mentioned crying, trauma mentioned, nervousness, anxiety, love at first sight basically, slight suggestiveness, slight angst, guns, flirting, threats mentioned, and fluff

“Eggsy, have you found The Skull?” Merlin’s voice asked Eggsy through his glasses.

Eggsy was breathing heavily, gun held tightly in his hands as he leaned against a wall, “No, Merlin. Haven’t found him yet.” He muttered, before slowly peeking around the side of the wall; the coast was clear.

This mission was typical to the other missions Eggsy had gone on. Infiltrate the building, find the document, and not get shot by the baddies hiding around the place. But, unlike most of his missions, there weren’t as many guards to take out. But still, Eggsy was wary, as he crept through the large building. Making his way down the hall, he heard a small whimper. Pausing, Eggsy’s heart began to race more than it already was…

There were hostages?

“Merlin, this might be a hostage situation.” He murmured, slowly making his way to where he heard the soft cries.

“Be careful, Agent Galahad.”

Eggsy swallowed before he stopped at a door, where the cries had grown louder. Reaching his hand out, he grabbed the door handle, turning it slowly. Pushing open the door, Eggsy carefully peered inside, noticing a young woman huddled in the corner of the dark room. Eggsy lowered his gun, making his way to the woman. Getting down on one knee, Eggsy tentatively reached a hand out to the woman, trying not to scare her any more.

He watched as the woman looked up from her knees, eyes wide with fear and tears, visibly shaking. Eggsy choked on his breath, eyes widening slightly. She was gorgeous. From the soft slope of her nose, to the batting of her wet lashes… She must have been an angel. His chest felt like it was on fire. He couldn’t help but feel his face flush red as she stared right back at him.

“Please don’t hurt me.” She begged, scooting herself further into the corner that she was in.

Eggsy shook his head, offering her a small smile, “I’m not going to hurt you, love.” He tried to reassure her.

The woman stared at him, “Who… Who are you?”

“My name is Eggsy. I work for Kingsman. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You replied, hesitantly taking Eggsy’s hand, allowing him to help you up.

Eggsy smiled, “That’s a beautiful name.” He complimented, “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He spoke, leading you out of the room and helping you sneak out of the building altogether.

~~~

“Why would they take a hostage?” Merlin asked, as Eggsy crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulders as he peered through the two-way mirror, watching Agent Lamorak try and ask you questions.

“I have no idea. But she’s still a bit shaken up. We shouldn’t be interrogating her. Maybe I should talk to her. I was the one who found her. She trusts me.”

“It’s not interrogating, she might have information that’s important, Eggsy.” Merlin interrupted him, handing Eggsy some paperwork. “Besides, you need to finish the paperwork from the mission.”

Eggsy ignored Merlin, leaving the room to find you. Speed-walking, Eggsy made his way to the room where you were staying in. Entering, you and Agent Lamorak looked up, Lamorak closing the cover of his notebook. “You can leave, Agent. I got this from here.” Eggsy spoke, glancing at you to see you were backed up into the corner of the bed that you were on, arms tightly wrapped around your knees; just like you were only a couple of hours ago.

Lamorak narrowed his eyes slightly before nodding, “Copy that, Agent Galahad.” He spoke before he left, shutting the door behind him.

Eggsy watched him leave, before turning to you, seeing you relax slightly. Walking over, Eggsy took a seat beside you. “Are you alright?” He asked, only for you to shrug.

“Not really.” You answered softly, shifting slightly in your seat to drop your knees. Becoming more and more relaxed near him. You bit your lip, sneaking a glance at the Agent beside you, noticing him already looking at you, making your face flush. He was really handsome, you thought, making the situation you were in harder. You had never met someone like Eggsy before. Strong, brave, and sweet. His hazel-green eyes drew you in, like soft murky pools of a pond. He was so caring, making sure you were alright…

Eggsy pursed his lips, before he cautiously spoke up, “Can you tell me what happened?”

Your eyes closed briefly, letting out a shaky breath as you felt tears well up inside you, “Uh…” You tried to speak, before gasping out, shaking your head rapidly.

Eggsy slid closer, immediately wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you quickly fell into him. Your hands slid under his jacket, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest as you sobbed. Eggsy held onto you, his other arm making its way around your side to pull you closer into him. He gently rocked back and forth, softly shushing you.

With his arms around you, you felt at home. How someone could hold that power in their arms boggled you, and yet, you didn’t want him to let go. With being so close to him, you felt your heart skip a beat and your cheeks grow warm with each second. You never wanted him to let you go. But, you knew he would have to sooner or later.

Eggsy felt like his heart was being crushed by a steamroller when he heard your cries. He didn’t know what was going on with him, but he knew that he wouldn’t let anything harm you. You were so precious, and kind. Why would The Skull kidnap you, hold you hostage? What was their plan for you? Were you in the wrong place at the wrong time? Eggsy didn’t know, and yet all these questions filled his head. But, he didn’t want to stress you more by asking you. You had gone through a lot, and all Eggsy wanted to do from now on was to keep you safe.

Was this weird? He asked himself. Why so suddenly he felt these feelings towards you? He had only met you a couple of hours ago. Why did he feel like he needed to stay by your side? Why were you suddenly so important? Eggsy never believed in fairytales, like the ones his mother used to read to him when he was a kid. In those stories, they spoke about true love, and love at first sight. Was this it? Was this love? Eggsy felt foolish. But, looking down at you now, he’d welcome being a fool.

“You’re safe, Y/N. No one can harm you here.” He spoke to you softly, “You don’t have to tell me what happened.” He let you know, as you slowly and gradually calmed down.

Raising your head, you looked up at him with your same wide and tearful eyes, “I must tell you,” You began, before you shifted your gaze around the room. The room was small, with one bed, table, the water you didn’t drink, and a large two-way mirror on the opposite side of the wall from you. You turned back to him, eyes pleading, “But not here.” You whispered, and Eggsy’s own eyes widened slightly, glancing around the room himself.

“What do you mean ‘not here’?” He asked, but you pressed your pointer finger to his lips, stopping him.

“Anyone can be listening. The Skull…” You paused, gulping, “Could be listening.”

Eggsy shook his head slightly, reaching up to gently take your hand in his, “We’re in Kingsman. You’re safe here.” He tried to reassure you, but you shook your head, reaching up with both hands to clutch his jacket.

“Please, Eggsy.” You begged, beseeched, “Please take me somewhere where no one can hear us.”

Eggsy bit his lip, weighing his options slightly. He knew Kingsman was a safe place, but you had been through a traumatizing event, so he nodded. Taking your hand, Eggsy led you to the door, opening it to reveal Lamorak guarding the door.

“Agent?” He spoke up, eyes glancing in between you and Eggsy.

“She needs to use the ladies room.” Eggsy spoke, before Lamorak nodded and stood aside to let you both pass.

Eggsy led you down the vast hall, past rooms and large paintings on the walls before he stopped at the records room. The only room in Kingsman where it wasn’t being monitored by sound. Typing in the door code, you and Eggsy entered the records room. It was bright with its LED lights hanging on the ceiling, rows to rows of filing cabinets lined the walls.

Eggsy sighed, turning to you, “Alright, what happened?” He asked, watching as you bit your lip, eyes wide in fright.

“Are you sure no one will hear us?” You asked and Eggsy nodded, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Of course, love. This room isn’t recorded.”

You nodded, “Well,” You began, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I was on my way home from work when I decided to take a shortcut. It was getting late and I didn’t want to be late for the new season of my favorite show… So… I…” You faltered slightly, Eggsy’s hands gently squeezing you.

“You’re doing great, love.” He encouraged you, making you sigh.

“So, I took a shortcut through an alley… I didn’t know that The Skull’s henchmen were planning something through there.” You felt your tears well up again as your chest began to hurt. “I had overheard them talking about some plan and I think I might’ve stepped on something because before I knew it, they tackled me… And I woke up in that strange building in that room.” You breathed heavily, getting a bit choked up.

Eggsy’s hands slid down your shoulders, stopping at the dips of your elbows as he intently listened, eyebrows furrowed in worry. “What were the plans?” He asked, wanting to know what The Skull was up to, but also mentally wanting to track that man down to teach him a lesson for taking you.

You let out another shaky sigh, “Well,” You began again, looking up at Eggsy with your wide eyes, “I heard that they were planning on trying to get some document about some 1986 thing from some place called Kingsman… I-” You paused, narrowing your eyes as you tried to remember. “I… I don’t remember, I’m sorry.” You stuttered out, as Eggsy shook his head. “But, I knew you were safe, since you said you were an Agent from Kingsman.”

“No need to apologize, it’s alright, love.” But your overall explanation made Eggsy’s eyes widen before they squinted in confusion. “But… How would they even do that?” He asked, more to himself than to you.

You looked up at him, your hands holding onto his arms as you stepped closer to him; now toe to toe. “They said that they were going to get someone on the inside…”

Eggsy never felt more confused in his life, “But how would they-” But then it all clicked. His eyes widened as realization flew on his face. Slowly, Eggsy looked down at you, jaw dropped in shock. “No…”

Your wide doe eyes quickly disappeared, a smirk taking its place, “Yes…” You leaned up on your tippy-toes, lips brushing his ear, “I’m The Skull.” You confessed, before dropping back on your feet.

Eggsy couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “What? But you-”

“I pretended to be a hostage, Eggsy honey… You and your too-smart-for-their-own-good team had infiltrated my base… I couldn’t have just let you get away so easily. Now, you believing that I was a poor defenseless woman in need of rescue…” You gave him a pout, flawlessly turning on the waterworks, mimicking your earlier emotions before your pout turned into a smirk, “... Was the plan.” You dropped his arms, lifting your shirt to pull out Eggsy’s gun you had stolen from him earlier. “And well, grabbing your gun…” You aimed it at him, finger on the trigger, “That was just pure luck.”

Eggsy’s eyes widened yet again as he looked down at his suit belt, gun missing from his side. Slowly, he raised his hands in the air, looking down at you in shock, and yet impressed. “You won’t shoot me, Skull.” He insisted, making you humm, shaking your head.

“No, I won’t. But, coincidentally, you led me right to where I needed to be. So…” You raised your free hand, adjusting and smoothing out Eggsy’s collar, gun still trained on him, “I am going to grab the document I need for my next phase on the plan… And you’re going to let me hop out that window right there and leave… And please,” You cooed to him, grabbed his collar, pulling him down slightly, “Call me that little nickname. I quite like it.” You taunted him.

Eggsy gulped, hoping you hadn’t noticed how warm he was. He never thought that you were the bad guy, but you being able to play with his feelings so easily, made him realize how bad, or good, you were. “You’re not going to get far, Y/N.” Eggsy added, making you laugh out loud, tilting your head back before you gave him your smirk.

“My… Don’t you have a way with words.” You began to walk backwards, pulling him with you, before stopping at a filing cabinet. “You’re girlfriend’s very lucky.” You finished, letting go of him as you opened the cabinet before grabbing the file you needed and slamming it shut. Flipping the file open in your hand, you scooped up the papers, letting the yellow file fall to the ground. You had to admit to yourself, it was hard working with only one hand. Folding the paper as best as you could, you stuffed them into the pocket of your pants.

Eggsy couldn’t help but grin to himself as he watched you fumble around with the papers, his hands slowly dropping to his side, “Don’t have one… Are you available?” Eggsy could hear them now, both Merlin and Harry scolding him for flirting with the enemy… He should be stopping you, but you’ve bewitched him.

You hummed, grabbing him by the collar again to pull him forward with you. Suddenly, your back was pressed against the window, Eggsy pinning you. Eggsy took the opportunity to place his hand against the window’s ledge beside your waist, looming over you as trailed his eyes over you.

“Are you always this… Coy, with you enemies?” You laughed breathlessly, your cheeks flushing slightly at his close proximity. You really should be leaving. The more you stay, the more you are in danger of being caught. But, looking up at Eggsy, the way he was looking at you... Your heart didn't want to go.

“Only when it's you," Eggsy smirked softly, leaning forward, his nose brushing yours, "Can I see you again?"

His lips were just about to touch yours when Eggsy paused, the barrel of the gun pressing into his stomach, stopping him. He sighed, chest deflating slightly as you grinned up at him. Your hand slipped from his chest, and you reached behind you; pressing your hands on the top of the window's ledge. Pushing yourself up, legs dangling as you stared down at Eggsy. "It's been real, it's been fun... And it's been really fun." You pushed the window open, patting Eggsy’s hand under yours briefly, "See you later, Eggsy." You flipped backward, Eggsy reaching out to grab you as you fell out of the fourth-story window, but he was too late.

Eggsy quickly looked out the window, his hands pressed against the window’s ledge as he watched your figure run down the field and into the forest before the Kingsman mansion. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, he bit his lip. His heart was still racing as his other hand clutched his chest. Pausing, Eggsy furrowed his eyebrows as he felt something in his inside suit pocket. Opening it, he stuck his hand in the pocket to pull out a slip of paper, your number scrawled on it; a little heart next to it. Eggsy let out a chuckle, how you did it, he'd never know. All he did know was that he couldn't wait to see you again. But, oh god, Merlin and Harry were going to kill him.

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look behind (i trust that she is there)

So there was this poll on tumblr a while back and something you might know or not about me, is that i absolutely love the eurydice&orpheus myth, so of course that poll was great to me. And then it came back on my dash with added tags and comment and well... I couldn't help myself. I wanted to write it. And try to give it the same impact as the results from the polls.

I don't know if i succeeded, but i loved writing it anyway. hopefully, you will enjoy reading it

I would like to thank @honey-bee-britt @solrosan @insanereddragon and @oggalahad for the cheerleading and just listening to me losing my mind about this as i was writing

Also a big thank you to @artknifeandglue because it was great to know at least one person outside of my friend group was interested in reading the whole thing once it was done

If you all want to know what i listened to on repeat while writing this, go give a listen to It's Never Over (Hey Orpheus) by Arcade Fire.

look behind (i trust that she is there)

(also here on AO3)

Eggsy feels himself turn without meaning to.

(lies.)

He has faith, he really, really does. He truly trusts that she is behind him.

(lies again. he doubts. he is weak.)

But like almost everything he did in life, he’s fucking it up again. Even the best thing that ever happened to him, becoming a Kingsman Knight, he very nearly messed that up entirely.

(lies, lies, lies. the best thing that ever happened, it was her friendship. he hasn’t messed that up. yet.)

Eggsy feels himself turn and scrunches his eyes close even if he knows it’s already too late.

He’s failed already.

He turned to look behind.

His one chance and he messed it up.

She would be so mad at him.

(lies. she would understand. she’s his best mate. she would forgive him instantly.)

He’s so angry at himself.

He shakes his head, eyes still closed, because no.

No.

It can’t end this way.

If there is one thing he has always been good at, it is stubbornness.

It can’t be too late.

He turned, but he didn't look.

There is still a chance.

She deserves his best.

If it comes to it, he’s willing to stay here until the end of time until he gets it right.

Eggsy simply refuses to give up.

(and so the trial starts anew)

When Eggsy first heard the conditions that would allow them to leave the underworld, they had sounded underwhelmingly easy.

He had to trust that she was walking behind him? Of course he would. He had always trusted her with his back.

(it is others he does not trust with hers.)

Not looking back to check shouldn’t be too much of a hardship either.

Or so an idiot would think.

And Eggsy is guilty of many things, but being an idiot is not among those.

He’s fought too hard to survive over the years so he could get to where he stands today to believe that anything can truly be easy.

There has to be a catch somewhere. Everything worth doing has one.

(she is worth everything. she is worth more than he could ever aspire to be.)

And now, as he walks the path that will lead him out of the underworld again, he knows that he was right.

There is a catch.

He is the catch.

Eggsy trusts her more than he’s trusted anything in his life before.

He trusts her more than he trusts himself.

And so he doubts.

(he is weak.)

He believes that she is behind him.

The deal that has been struck is fair.

Even if he did turn-

No.

He didn’t look. He didn’t see.

He doesn’t know for certain that she walks behind him. That she ever was there in the first place.

He is starting all over again.

Maybe.

It could still be his first attempt for all that the path he follows never seems to change around him.

Maybe he did fail already.

Maybe this is punishment for his failure.

Forever walking alone in this purgatory, crippled with doubts-

No.

No, that wasn’t the deal.

He didn’t look. He didn’t see.

He keeps walking.

(he doubts.)

She has to be behind him. She has to.

Please.

He’s not above begging. Not when it comes to her.

He starts turning around to see if for once in his life his pleas have been answered but closes his eyes before the truth can be revealed.

That is not part of the deal.

He takes a deep breath to calm is racing heart.

It is not over.

(not yet.)

(and so it starts once more)

Self-confidence has always been easy for Eggsy. There has simply never been any other alternative.

Whatever he sets himself to do, he’ll succeed at.

Right until the point where he fucks up spectacularly and suffer the consequences of his failure.

But that’s the lot of anyone who isn’t born with a silver spoon up their arses.

Not that they can’t fail. They just rarely have to deal with the resulting consequences.

Take Harry Hart for example.

Eggsy doesn’t blame him for his father’s death. He doesn’t even blame Harry for not trying harder to help his mum, not when she had refused him once already. She might have changed her tune a few months later, but Eggsy rather doubts it. His mum can be just as stubborn as he is.

But that also means Harry isn’t the one who drew the short stick regarding Lee’s death.

And later, when Eggsy failed to become a Knight after Harry recruited him, well… Harry died.

Not that it stuck for long.

But all this to prove that, no matter how much Eggsy loves his mentor, some people are unburdened with the consequences of their decisions.

Further evidence to this point is how, unlike Eggsy, Harry hasn’t lost his best mate during their show-off against Poppy. Not that Merlin has come out of his meeting with a mine unscathed, but at least he is still there to snark at Harry.

Eggsy hasn’t been so lucky.

Even the version of Roxy he keeps in his mind since he met her has been rather silent since he learned the manor exploded while she was still inside.

But he’s going to fix this.

(if he can fake it for long enough.)

He’s confident he can.

(lies. lies. lies.)

Roxy is counting on him and he’s not going to fail her.

He trusts that she is there, following after him. After all, she always has been smarter than him. She would know he’s her best bet out of here.

(he thinks he is.)

(right?)

He bites down on his lower lip hard as he feels his body turn back and keeps his eyes shut through the pain.

No.

He’s not given up.

Not ever.

(and it starts again)

Eggsy keeps on walking the path leading out of the underworld.

It’s not like he could do anything else.

Not when the alternative is giving up.

That’s not something he’s ever been good at.

(lies. oh how much he lies to himself even to this day.)

So he walks.

Because it is the only thing he can do.

Because he doesn’t want to give up.

Because he’s not ready to let go.

(that is what he is really good at. not letting go. this is why he carries so much anger. he clings and clings and clings. even after it’s already too late. and it is always easier to be angry at how empty his hands are than to acknowledge the hurt and loneliness.)

(the despair.)

He wishes he could reach behind and clasp her hand in his.

But that is not the deal.

The deal is about trust.

Trust that she is there.

(oh how much he doubts.)

Trust that he is doing the right thing.

(there has never been any doubt about that.)

(the truth.)

Trust in her.

(always.)

In himself.

(he is weak.)

So what if he cannot see her shadow next to his on the wall? He’s not seen anything that would explain the warm eerie glow by which he’s been travelling. Who is he to pretend knowing the laws that governs anything in the underworld?

He’s only passing through this realm, an intruder on a mission.

That’s a feeling he’s intimately familiar with.

That lack of belonging.

It has been easier to ignore since he met her. Since he started borrowing some of the inner strength she had always seem happy to share with him.

Eggsy could use some of that now.

His body starts to turn like a flower towards the sun.

He closes his eyes before he can catch a glimpse, before he can be blinded by the knowledge of who stands behind him or not.

No.

It’s not over yet.

(and starts again)

The worse part of it all, is the deafening silence around him.

Eggsy strains to hear anything, any sounds that doesn’t come from his own disruption of the underworld.

Even his own presence is barely audible, his footsteps not making any echo and his suit barely rustling around his body.

He could come to doubt his very own existence if it wasn’t for his pounding heartbeat in his ears.

He wonders if it is the same for her.

Wonders if she has a heartbeat at all.

(she does not.)

(he hasn’t succeeded yet.)

(she is still d-)

Has she noticed its absence?

Probably.

Of the two, she always was the more observant.

She can probably hear his own thundering heartbeat from where she stands behind him.

(if she is behind him.)

Maybe this is part of it. One that went unmentioned, but nonetheless important.

Perhaps even essential.

A reminder to her of what it is to be flesh and blood.

Something to inspire in her a yearning for what she lost.

The reminder of what it is to be alive.

(of that, he is not the best example.)

He hopes he is enough.

He has to be.

Please.

Let her be behind him.

Let his trust in that not be in vain.

Please.

(he trusts-)

(lies.)

(he tr-)

(lies.)

He pleads his own body so it won’t betray him.

So it does not to turn around.

She is there. He knows it to be true.

She has to be.

Unlike his footsteps, the sob he doesn’t muffle in time echoes around him when his body twists towards where she should be standing.

He keeps his eyes shut, not caring about how it precipitates the tears rolling down his cheek.

He didn’t look.

He didn’t see.

Eggsy hasn’t failed.

(and starts again)

Eggsy walks, gritting his teeth.

Wills himself to stop feeling sorry for himself.

This is not about him.

(lies.)

It’s about her.

(the truth.)

Eggsy’s life has never been fair. He’s made peace with that. Even now, with more privileges than he knows what to do with, he doesn’t expect much out of it.

But Roxy deserves better. That is a belief woven into the very fabric of his being. Suffusing him to the last of his atoms.

It doesn’t matter if he’s the only one who thinks so.

He’s fought and rave against the world for much less before.

For her, he would go even further.

(truth again.)

He wonders if she knows.

She must.

He’s never said it out loud, but when have they ever needed words between them?

(he should have told her anyway.)

When this is all over, he’ll make sure to tell her. Even if she thinks it’s unnecessary. It’s not. It’s the most important knowledge he’s ever hold within himself.

He could even tell her right now.

Why not?

What difference would it make?

After all, he trusts that she is there.

(lies.)

As he opens his mouth on her name, he feels himself turn to look behind.

He closes his eyes before he can see.

No.

This is not how he gives up.

(he never will.)

(and starts again-)

Maybe he is becoming mad.

Maybe he already is.

Already was.

He remembers vaguely a saying that insanity is about doing the same thing over and over and over again while expecting a different result.

Put in those words, insanity sounds a lot like hope.

And Eggsy… Eggsy is no stranger to hope.

It is why he has been angry for so long.

Why waste your time in anger if you do not carry even a seed of hope anymore?

It’s why he would always get up again after being beaten down and brought to new lows.

Because he was angry. Absolutely mad with it.

Because he dared to hope.

Is it any wonder then that he is still trying to discern her shadow on the wall?

He trusts that she is there.

(... maybe.)

Eggsy doesn’t think he’s ever fought a harder battle. His senses against his faith. What he sees against what he believes.

The sight of his lone shadow should not matter.

It isn’t part of the deal.

And the deal that has been struck is fair.

(but the world isn’t. not to him.)

With a growl of frustration, he stops walking.

He’s losing sight of what matters again.

She’s supposed to be his priority.

She is his priority.

But his momentum is lost and already, he feels himself turning-

His eyes shut so that he cannot see his own shadow anymore.

This is not how he fails.

(and again)

While they’d grown past the need for words to understand each other, it doesn’t mean they never talked.

In fact, it would have been rather sad to be best mates with someone and never exchange a word with them.

It just means that the silences between them were moments of peace shared.

It is nothing like the oppressing silence he has been forced into since accepting the deal.

(lies. it started well before that. since he learned what happened to her.)

He wonders what she would think of his current endeavour.

After dealing with Poppy and the direct aftermath of her actions, he hadn’t really stop to think. He had just known that she wasn’t at his sides and that it was wrong .

What is she telling him that he cannot hear?

If their roles had been reversed, if he had been the one following Roxy out of the underworld, he knows he wouldn’t have shut up the whole way.

Even if he had known she couldn’t hear him, he would have tried anyway.

There are no reasons why he wouldn’t want to. And he doesn’t want to imagine why she wouldn’t speak to him now.

Because he trusts that she is there.

(... probably.)

“Would you talk to me if you could?”

The words fall out of his mouth before he can stop them and he hates the sound of them, how they drip with doubt.

He doesn’t need to turn around to know she would be rolling her eyes at him in annoyance.

He doesn’t need to and yet he feels himself do so anyway.

Mouth open on an apology, he closes his eyes.

This is not part of the deal.

(and again )

Eggsy cannot stop thinking about it.

The deal is fair. The deal is simple.

(it is not easy.)

There is nothing that should stop them from talking.

So if there is nothing against it, why isn’t Roxy saying anything?

Maybe she thinks she is helping him.

If he heard her voice again, he doesn’t know if he could keep on looking forward.

The temptation to look at where she stands would be hard to resist.

(he is weak.)

But the deal is to not look back. Not until they walk out of the underworld.

Is there anything she could say that would make him look if it means failure?

(he is stubborn.)

He hasn’t given up yet. He never will.

If it means getting her back, he can be strong.

(not a lie.)

But what if she stays silent because she doesn’t have anything to tell him?

What if the real price to pay is the friendship they share?

Roxy would get her heartbeat back, but never speak a word to him again.

Could he do it?

(he is selfish.)

(he will do everything he can even if it means destroying himself in the process.)

He shakes his head.

This wasn’t the deal.

There are countless reasons why she wouldn’t have uttered a word. It’s not important.

(and yet-)

He doesn’t need the reassurance.

He doesn’t.

Eggsy feels himself turn to beg her to say something anyway.

He bites down on his tongue hard until he can taste the blood in his mouth, keeping his eyes shut the whole time.

Eggsy is stronger than this.

(is he?)

(and again-)

The thing is, even if Eggsy’s life hasn’t been easy, he’s reached a point where he wouldn’t change anything about it.

The good and the bad has made him into the man he is today.

A man he is proud to be. A man he can believe others are proud of.

(the truth.)

It’s Harry who had first set him on that path. Merlin too, in subtler ways that turned out to be just as important.

But it’s Roxy who kept him on the right track in the months since.

She is worth his best and more.

She never let him forget that he is worth the efforts just as much as she is.

She reminded Eggsy that he deserves his happiness.

(not the truth. not a lie.)

He is starting to understand why it has been such a challenge to imagine what she would be telling him as they travel the underworld.

It’s not his fault, not really.

(a lie.)

But it is becoming harder and harder for him to discern who she is from what she means to him.

And with that realisation, comes another fear.

Which version of her walks behind him?

What if it’s a lie?

Would he even care?

He turns around because just a glimpse of her it would let him know if it is truly her standing behind him or if is only a construct of his own mind.

Jaw clenched tight, he closes his eyes.

Now is not the time for doubts.

It is her.

That is the deal.

He wouldn’t have settled for anything less.

He trusts that she is there.

(not a lie.)

(and starts one more time)

He can’t tell anymore how long he’s been walking.

Days? Weeks?

(forever.)

(no time at all.)

It’s not enough to make him give up however.

As long as there is a chance, he will never stop.

A chance is all he’s ever needed.

It doesn’t matter if it takes all of eternity.

It’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make.

Roxy… Roxy probably wouldn’t agree with him on that one.

Not that she would try to stop him now that his mind is set. At least he doesn’t think so. But she would never ask him to do anything for her if the cost is his life.

It’s a good thing that this is not the deal that has been struck, so she has no reason to be angry with him.

(she will be anyway.)

Not when she would have done the same had their roles been reversed.

Roxy is usually more reasonable than he is, but if she had been offered the chance to lead Eggsy out of the underworld, after he had died so senselessly…

Eggsy would be the one getting angry at Roxy for her reckless behaviour.

It’s easier to be angry than it is to be afraid. To be worried.

Even if he’ll never regret taking the deal, he’ll have to apologize to her once they make it out of the underworld.

(if-)

(when-)

(even now he is angry. even now he hopes.)

Not because he shouldn’t have done it. This was always the right decision. He truly believes that.

But because he didn’t leave her with any other choice.

He trusts that she is there… But she’s probably very cross with him.

It makes no difference whether she had accepted her fate or not when he made the deal. It doesn’t change the fact that she had no voice in the matters.

That is the one thing he would change if he could go back in time.

He would ask that she be heard.

(would he listen?)

Even now, he wishes she would say something. Even if she is angry.

Or worse.

Even if she is indifferent.

He just wants to hear her voice again.

But the time for bargaining is long past.

A deal is already in place.

And Eggsy really should know better by now.

He should, but still his body starts to turn towards her. He closes his eyes before he can look behind.

It’s not the time for that yet.

(again)

A thought crosses his mind, unbidden.

This is a trial for her too.

It is about him as much as it is about her.

She wasn’t given a voice, but she was still given a choice.

To believe otherwise just shows how self-absorbed Eggsy can get when she isn’t there to slap some sense into him.

He trusts that she is there, but she doesn’t have to be.

It’s not easy for Eggsy to lead the way without looking back.

(he is weak. this is why it is hard.)

But having to follow after him without having a say in the matters must not be easy on her either.

(she is strong. this is why it is hard.)

She sees him, she has to.

But can she hear him?

Earlier, what seems like ages ago, he was convinced she could hear his heartbeat. How could it be otherwise when it is thundering loudly in his own ears?

But now he’s not so sure.

Without looking back, he has to believe that she is behind.

Without any other proof, she has to believe that he came to guide her out of the underworld.

How can either of them know that they aren’t being deceived? How can they be sure while they are also being kept isolated from each other?

The deal is about trust.

And real trust is a road connecting two hearts. A road that is travelled in both direction.

Roxy is strong. Stronger than Eggsy.

(that is how it always felt at least.)

But after being confronted with his own doubts, with his own flaws, Eggsy wonders what she must have been going through.

She is strong, but she is not without any weaknesses.

He’s always known that before.

It was just more convenient to forget for a time.

He shuts his eyes just as he starts turning so he can reassure her that she is not alone. That he is not giving up.

Not now, not ever.

He can’t see her, but she can see him.

He smiles briefly before taking a deep breath.

It’s time to show the world how stubborn he is.

(how stubborn she is.)

( again )

By now, Eggsy should rightfully be exhausted.

He’s certain he’s walked more than he ever did in his entire life.

But the walking isn’t the hard part. There is no effort required for putting a foot in front of the other again and again in an endless loop. There is no exertion in the underworld.

Nothing physical anyway.

What is taking its toll are the thoughts swirling in his mind without any reprieve.

(he doubts.)

(he trusts.)

He’s not ashamed to admit that he’s not used to that level of introspection.

Not on his own anyway.

But here in the silence of the underworld, there’s no escape from it. From himself.

He thought he had a pretty good idea of the man he wanted to be. Who he had become.

And he does.

Except he’s come to realise just how much of it depends on what others think of him.

Maybe this should make him angry too. He’s spent so long trying to prove people wrong when they thought he would never amount to anything.

But there’s a difference between wanting to prove someone wrong and wanting to prove someone right.

Roxy’s opinion of him will always be important. Valuable. A scale on which he can judge his own actions.

Because the thing about Roxy is that, besides his trusts, she’s never made any demand of him. She always seen who is and never found him lacking.

And so he wants to continue to be this man for her. Doesn’t want to disappoint her. Because disappointing her would just be disappointing himself. And he’s done enough of that for a lifetime already.

That’s why he trusts that she is there.

(she must.)

Because he believes he’s doing the right thing.

(he is.)

And Roxy has always trusted him. Has always trusted his judgment.

He cannot think of a reason why either of them would ever come to regret his actions now.

But a reassurance would be appreciated anyway.

Not because he is weak. But simply because that’s what friends are for.

He really wishes she could say something. Anything at all.

He misses her.

Eggsy closes his eyes with a sigh, knowing already what is coming.

He turns to where she must be standing.

But he doesn’t look, he doesn’t see.

No.

Not yet.

(AGAIN-)

Eggsy keeps on walking.

How long has it been, he can’t tell.

He just knows that he hasn’t failed yet and so he must carry on.

More and more, it feels like he’ll be stuck in the underworld forever.

Not because there is no way out.

Eggsy knows there is one. The path is clear and he hasn’t strayed from it.

He just doesn’t how long it truly is.

He’s started over so many times.

Because he refuses to fail. Because he is stubborn. Because he is strong.

Yes, he made this deal because he was weak.

He lost Roxy and he felt so alone. Vulnerable.

It’s not something he was prepared to face again, not so soon.

He had finally found someone who never doubted him and who would always stand by him. But the world has never been fair to him and he lost her.

And Eggsy is selfish.

He made a deal to get her back because he could and he didn’t really think of the consequences. It’s never stopped him before, it wasn’t going to stop him then.

He is strong. Strong enough to deal with whatever consequences might result of his decision.

If he succeeds, he knows he’ll never come to regret it, no matter what happens.

Because Roxy is too important to him.

And if he fails…

He won’t regret it either.

Because at least he would have tried. Tried so many times that he can’t hide from himself anymore.

(at long last.)

(the Truth.)

Eggsy made a deal because he was too weak to let Roxy go.

And he’s getting her back because with her at his back, he is strong enough to conquer death itself.

He should tell everything.

But every time he opens his mouth to say something, words fail him.

He doesn’t know where exactly to start.

And telling her like that doesn’t feel right. It feels like he doesn’t really want to face her. Like he prefers to keep whatever idealistic version of her he’s built in his mind over the course of their friendship and doesn’t really care about what the real her thinks of his confession.

It feels like he’s a coward.

But he’s not.

He’s many things, but he’s never been that.

Eggsy made a deal to bring Roxy back to the living without thinking of the consequences.

He made a deal because he couldn’t deal her loss.

He believes it was the right thing to do.

Roxy might think differently. Who can ever say what others think?

Maybe getting her back will mean losing her in a more terrible way than simple death.

He still won’t regret it.

He starts turning around to tell her everything, but remembers himself just in time.

His eyes shut and her name falls from his lips.

There will be time for all of this when they make it out of the underworld.

Or maybe there won’t be.

It doesn’t matter.

This is not part of the deal.

And the trial isn’t over yet.

(againagainagainagainagain)

Time has lost all meaning.

If it ever had any in the first place.

Eggsy can’t quite tell anymore.

He just knows that he needs to keep walking.

That’s the deal he’s made.

That he may walk out of the underworld with Roxy, as long as he trusted that she was there. As long as he never looked behind.

So he walks.

He trusts that she is behind.

(Truth. Lie.)

He doubts.

That’s the only reason he can be certain he hasn’t failed yet. That he hasn’t looked behind no matter how many times he’s turned around.

He thought he had finally figured out why he was doing all of this.

That it was all for her.

That it was all for himself.

He doesn’t know anymore.

(Lie.Truth.)

The why of it isn’t important anyway.

The important thing is that they’re doing this.

Together.

If anyone can succeed, it’s them.

That he doesn’t doubt. Not even for a moment.

Everything else can wait until they’re out of here.

Whatever comes next, it will be its own challenge. But they’ll weather it together just like they always do and they’ll be all the stronger for it.

Because that’s the one thing Eggsy is coming to realise from it all.

You’re only as strong as the people you chose to stand with.

And even if they’re gone, that doesn’t mean they’ve left you.

Eggsy brushes away the tears that have been rolling down his cheeks.

He trusts that she is there.

Even if he lets her go.

He won’t lose her.

Not ever.

“Please.”

It’s a plea.

It’s a prayer.

To whom, he’s not sure. It’s not like he believes anyone is really listening.

But for her, for Roxy, he’s always been willing to do anything.

Even begging.

“Please.”

He feels himself turning around.

Closes his eyes.

He hasn’t looked.

He didn’t see.

“Please-.”

(one last time)

They walk a long time on the road of the underworld.

Eggsy leads the way while Roxy follows behind him.

They don’t exchange words. They have never needed them before. They don’t need them now either.

It would be a comfort of course, but it is not the time for comfort.

This is a trial.

A fair one, but not an easy one.

And so, they keep on walking.

They walk because they are too stubborn to give up.

They walk because there is still a chance.

Dawn is breaking when they finally make it out of the underworld.

The light is enough to hurt his eyes. He would close them, but he doesn’t want to miss a single moment of this new day, even when tears start blurring his sight.

Eggsy takes a deep breath.

Lets himself smile at the sound of the birds chirping in the trees, the sound of the wind playing in the leaves.

He smiles at the world living and breathing all around him.

And, because he trusts that she is there-

He looks behind.

#eggsy unwin #roxy morton #kingsman #fanfic #eurycide&orpheus myth #canon divergence #grief/morning #friendship #eggsy-centric #kinda time-loopy #hopeful ending #temporary canon character death #also you can 100% ignore that last tag if you'd rather interpret the ending as anything else then #but i have a fluff heart #if you wanna know writer's intent?#it's a happy ending #but there is a reason the last line is what it is #me

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lay all your love on me.

eggsy x fem!reader

eggsy's life was a bit... hectic. you knew this very well, and if you even stopped to think about it, it was comical.

between the two of you there was no fight over which of you worked more. because you were a normal citizen and really didn't have an ounce of envy of your boyfriend's work. eggsy—or better said, agent galahad, had a job that, to begin with, you wouldn't even know what it was if it weren't for the man's desperate circumstances of having you in his life forever.

harry even begged him to continue with the charade of being a carefree young man for a longer time. but, he couldn't. after seeing you for the first time, he was sure he wanted to trust you with all his secrets. so, after what was like two dates, eggsy had to tell you the whole truth after acidentally wearing the elegant shoes with sharp poison spikes to the thrid date who happend on a very charming restaurant.

it had been a somewhat risky decision, and obviously, he had done it without the consent of any other kingsman agent. but as he himself said: everything had worked out in the end! almost everything, actually.

there were days when eggsy would leave early and return two days later. there were days when some bruises were visible here and there. and every day, when you were alone in the bed to start your own day, you prayed to god or any other entity that was willing to listen to your despair, that eggsy would come home. and that day was no different.

after arriving home and being greeted by darkness, you turned on the lights and felt something comfortable in your body. eggsy had called quickly to say he would be home for dinner. and there you were in the kitchen trying to do the least for the person you loved most in life. the love eggsy felt was the same as yours, multiplied by two. he couldn't imagine himself in a world where the woman who was the source of his courage to stay alive didn't exist. from the moment he had seen your figure in that huge ballroom in one of his missions, he knew it that his life it would depended on you.

and that feeling grew when he brutally opened the wooden door of the house you shared. the first to receive it was JB, who soon stopped before moving a little closer. the dog stood still like a statue, with only his little tail swaying from one side to the other. eggsy was totally dirty. clothes that were once high quality and beautiful, torn and covered in mud.

eggsy sighed as he stared at JB, slowly walking towards you. it was inevitable, there was no way not to notice his presence. a huge stain of dirt, standing in front of you. eggsy laughed as your eyes widened. and he kept laughing when you hugged him. after a few seconds, the realization hit. he was filthy but still, you hugged him tightly.

"my god, you scared me." eggsy heard you whispering. the man closed his eyes and inhaled the smell of food, the smell of your perfume. JB was whimpering as he scratched eggsy's leg. for the first time, eggsy realized he had a family he would die for.

"what happened to you? you're filthy." you said with a giggle, pulling away from your boyfriend and looking at your own clothes which were also dirty after the hug.

"i love you." eggsy said holding your wrists, and then hugging you again.

"oh... i love you too." the sudden statement left you a little confused but happy. when eggsy released you again, you immediately turned off the stove so as not to burn the fish, following eggsy around the house with JB on your arms while he told you about his adventures.

hallway, living room, hallway again, bedroom. eggsy pretended not to notice your big, bright eyes as he told everything and made jokes about almost dying.

"anyways, i missed you." he said with a sincere smile and then faced JB, petting the dog's small head. "and I missed you too, little thing."

when you and eggsy had met, he was still like a dog that had been thrown into the street. afraid to trust anyone, with armor in his heart. he was totally different now.

"you should take a shower, seriously." you said laughing. eggsy was still dirty as hell. the scene was even funnier after he said that he had fallen with his car and everything into the water and crawled in the dirt.

"well... you're dirty too now..." he said with a small smile, raising his eyebrows. you gently dropped JB to the floor, grabbing your boyfriend's arm as he walked into the bedroom's bathroom.

"oh? tell me more about it, mister galahad." you said, closing the bathroom door, leaving JB in the bedroom.

ps: the story takes place in the second film, when eggsy fights with charlie but eggsy doesn't have manhole dirt for the sake of this story.

— you can make a request whatever you want!

#writing #x reader #fanfic #kingsman #eggsy unwin #eggsy x reader #harry hart #fluff #0803s

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simphq · 1 year

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Hi so im posting my storys from wattpad to here x wattpad: 3mily_xx

Taron Egerton Imagine! Pt1

Dating Taron does but doesn't feel like a relationship. Get what i mean? Anyway heres some bullet points on what dating Taron would be like!

⚠️Im British so some words may be different for you⚠️

• Life as a actor means working non stop and having very little time to yourself,but when you and Taron have time to spend together it usually involves a day in bed.Cuddling up with one and other and watching a film of your your choice,you would also get you and Tarons fav takeout!

•You would visit the sets that Taron is working on which means meeting new people and making a-lot of friends!

•You and Taron have similar friends like Richard madden,Jamie Bell,Sofie Cookson ect!

•You and Taron have alot of different nicknames for each other!

Tarons nicknames for you:

•Love

•darling,(y,n,n)

•baby

•angel

•sweetheart

•cariad~ welsh for love/lover

•precious

Your nicknames for Taron!

•bubs

•honey

•dear

•Love

•T

•boo

•Hubby~if/when ur married

•There is always music playing weather its some songs from 70's or 80's. Or David Bowie or Elton John or even The Beatles,Taron and you always sing along.And of course Dancing that may or maybe lead to a make out session.

•When Taron is alway filming your feel a little sad and alone,But Taron makes sure to call or text you when he can telling you c everything thats he has been doing and sending pictures of his costumes!(Some make you burst out laughing)😂

•Taron is a family man! He loves his mum,step dad and little sisters and They love him too! His sisters adore you and look up to you lot.When you and Taron visit you spend lots of time with them all, weather thats having walks along the beach on a warm summers day or playing Mario cart with them in the winter, or drawing one and other You all have so much fun and Taron adores to watch you laugh and play with his younger sisters. It Makes him want to start a family with you but he knows not is not the right time!

•Taron and you always make each-other laugh

•When his mum calls him she always asked how you are and wants to speak to you! She think of you as a daughter.

•Taron trys to teach you welsh even though you can't remember most of it! You can remember and pronounce some things for example

•Rwy'n dy garu di~I love you

•babi-baby

•cwtsh~cuddle/hugs

•Annwyl~dear/darling

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(Authors notes)

Hi hope you enjoyed what ever that was lol, I can do a part 2 if wanted just let me know in the comments! Requests are open and thank you for reading! :D

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#Taron Egerton #taron egerton x reader propose #taron egerton imagine #taron x reader #Taron Egerton fluff #Taron Egerton storys #new writter #kingsman #rocketman #eggsy x reader #eggsy unwin #tetris #fluff #imagines #eggsy imagine #kingsman eggsy #fuffy imagines #fluffy fic

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tegerton · 1 year

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Hii can I request smut?

Hi there! I actually don't write smut. Hope this helps, have a good day!

#taron egerton fanfic #taron egerton fic #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton #eddie the eagle #eggsy unwin #kingsman fandom #kingsman eggsy #kingsman fanfiction #eggsy imagine #eggsy x reader #harry x eggsy #taron egerton fluff #taron x reader #kingsman secret service #kingsman golden circle

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paperrretro · 1 year

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morning plans.

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Word Count: 482 words

Warnings: Swearing

You wake up slowly, as if pulled from a warm vat of molasses, mind full of fuzz and senses a thick mess of knots.

You start untangling bit by bit. Touch. A hand stroking your waist. Hearing. The soft wisp of someone breathing in; yours or the person next to you, you can’t tell. The barely sour taste of your morning breath. The smell of home pressed against your nose.

When you open your eyes, it’s hardly different from when they had been closed.

“Trying to smother me in my sleep, are you?” you mumble into Eggsy’s chest, voice raspy.

Eggsy hums and presses a kiss to the top of your head, pulling you even closer. “Only the finest of deaths for you, luv.”

“In the top ten, I guess.” His hand sneaks up underneath your shirt and you squeak, the rest of your sleepiness dissipating when his fingers dance up your spine. He snorts and you tap his chest in reprimand. “That’s not very gentlemanly, Eggs.”

“I can’t get much more gentle than this,” he retorts (he’s proud of that one, you think with a roll of your eyes), stopping to splay his hand flat against the small of your back. “Feels nice, don’t it?”

“Tickles.”

That was, in fact, the absolutely wrong thing to say, and you realize your mistake when he speaks again with an obvious grin spreading across his face.

“Oh, does it?”

“Eggsy Unwin, I swear to God –“

No amount of prior experience is enough to pry yourself out of his grasp before he loops his other arm underneath you, trapping you against him as he runs his fingers along your back. You shriek and wheeze, legs flailing uselessly as he laughs.

“You little shit!”

Whether he tickles you for five minutes or five hours, you can’t tell, but the way he dips down to smush his face into your neck as he gradually winds down to a stop, chuckles dissolving into a broad grin pressed to your skin, makes you forgive him regardless.

“Good morning, by the way,” he eventually says in between your gasps for breath.

Eggsy kisses your neck, once and then once more. You feel your way up to his jaw and lift his face to meet yours, and the room stills.

The stubble on his chin chafes your fingertips as you look at him. His pretty, pretty eyes crinkle at the corners when he returns your gaze, soft and suddenly quiet, and everything wells up inside you and spills out like the breaking of an ocean wave.

Your next two words are a whisper.

“Love you.”

“Love you too,” Eggsy murmurs without missing a beat, and he leans in to kiss you properly, gentle and slow.

Mornings together like this are very rare. But they are all the more precious for it, and you make sure not to waste a single second.

#kingsman #eggsy unwin #eggsy unwin x reader #eggsy unwin imagine #reader insert #fluff #kingsman fanfiction

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romantic-withdrawals · 10 months

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Date Night Part 1/2

Title: Date Night

Pairing: Taron Egerton X Reader

Word Count:

Warning: None, it's just cute. Swearing...I'm Canadian, it's gonna be in there

Summary: Taron takes the reader on her dream date. It's messy, but who could resist his sweet, clumsy awkwardness. It's the effort that counts, after all.

Author's Note: I had a disastrous first date with my (now) boyfriend, but his effort to improve things throughout the evening made me fall entirely in love with him. This is inspired by that evening. Enjoy <3

Taron had just returned from a morning shoot. The new movie was an action-packed story, so he returned to his rental exhausted with a body full of bruises. He was more torn down this afternoon because of the early morning jump-start, so into his bed, he jumped.

The sunlight sneaking past the hem of the curtains was almost gone; Taron was still in sleep heaven, dreaming of nothing he would remember when he woke.

His phone on his bedside table lit up, the notification sound melting into a soft clang in his dream sequence. The time read 5:28pm, and the notification below was from Y/N.

'Hey Taron, just got home from work. I might run a little late. Can we move the date to 6:30 instead of 6? I'm so sorry for the last-minute text.'

Taron stirred in bed. The sheets now comfortably lie on his chest. His eyes are too heavy to open wide, but that dreamland has been abandoned. After a few seconds of silence, a stretch or two, and a huff of contentment and relaxation, he opened his eyes to look around.

Noticing the darkness outside and the time on the hotel clock he jumped out of bed, picked up his phone and blurted out that four-letter Anglo-Saxton word in a repetitious trail.

"FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

He darted for the shower leaving the phone on the bed with 5 notifications.

'All ready. Let me know when you're on the way' 6:24pm

'Is everything okay? Are you getting my messages?' 6:42pm

'Are we still on for today?' 7:32pm

'It's okay if you need to cancel, but can you, at the very least, communicate' 7:38pm

'I guess it's cancelled. I'll talk to you when I talk to you.' 8:00pm

The last text appeared while he was already in the shower. That's 2 hours later than he was supposed to go on the date. This was a mess, and he still needed to start the date.

He finished his military shower in 3 minutes and started throwing on the clothes he neatly hung beside the dresser labelled 'Date Night.' Dressing as quickly as possible he picked up his phone and called her while squeezing the device between his shoulder and his jaw so he could pull up his pants. The phone rang until it transferred to voicemail.

Once again that cuss left his mouth, “fuck”.

As fast as the traffic would let him, he drive through every single kilometre with great anxiety. First dates are nerve racking to begin with. Being two and a half hours late without any communication is as bad as it can get.

On the way, as he stood waiting for a red signal, he spotted some potted flowers outside a hardware store. Her voice flooded his mind, remembering their conversations on bouquet gifting.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers. But why kill it? Where did this tradition begin? Who looked at flowers and thought ‘Hey! Flowers! Imma murder them, stuff ‘‘em in plastic and hand a collection of dying flowers to the first lady I find.’ Gimme flowers, but let them live you know.”

He took a sharp right and into the store, picking up the best 6 inch Hibiscus Braid they were selling. He careful placed it into his car securing it with the seatbelt. It’s been a disaster date so far, he couldn’t afford another mishap.

Responsibly speeding on the road, Taron finally made it to her house. He parked in her parent’s driveway and rushed to the front of her door. He rang the doorbell and waited there, expecting the worst. Her father opened the door.

“Oh I thought you cancelled your date” dad asked, now sceptical of the boy he was once impressed by.

“I’m very sorry sir, I know I should’ve called and told her I was running embarrassingly late. I’m very sorry for showing up late. I know I have no right to call on her. I just want to see her and explain and then I’ll leave. I promise” he rambled.

Y/N, overhearing their interaction came down the stairs and towards the door where her father was standing.

“It’s okay da, let me talk to him.”

Her hair and makeup was still done but she opted for a comfortable sweats, a tee and an unzipped hoodie. She wasn’t angry, just disappointed. He still thought she looked absolutely beautiful.

His heart was racing to look at her. What could he possibly say to make things right? She waited for him to start talking, a soft look resting on her face. Somehow it made things worse for him.

"I'm so incredibly sorry--"

"Stop apologizing," she interrupted. "You said you wanted to explain..." she started, prompting him to continue.

"I made this perfect plan for our date, and I still do if you want to go on this date with me." He began rambling again but changed courses when her body language shifted. "I was sent home early today because it was already an extremely physical day and insurance and all that. I had already picked the outfit and made the reservations and all the plans, so I decided I'd take a nap until my alarm went off. Except I didn't wake up with the alarm and raced over as fast as possible. On the way...Oh, wait" He stopped himself, ran to his van, and pulled out the plant he had purchased for her. He presented it to her as sweetly as he could. "I remember you saying you don't like murdered flowers, so I got you a potted one instead."

Between his nervous ramble and the potted plant, she was starting to forgive him, not that she would let him know.

"Look, I know my lack of communication was childish and rude, and you are under no obligation to forgive me, but you should know that I really like you and want to get to know you better. I know you've had a tough week, and I just wanted you to have one fantastic evening. I have been thinking of you for days ever since we talked that entire night. I love talking to you, and today I just hoped to keep talking to you...forever. I know you said to stop apologizing, but I am sorry."

She hadn't said anything; she kept her eyes on the plant he had gifted her while he rambled away.

"I'm sorry again." He mutter as he began leaving. He sat in his van and began driving away. Just as he backed out of her driveway and onto the street, he received a notification.

'If the reservation has been made, we can't not show up, can we?'

His heart skipped a beat as he saw her name. Looking up to see the look on her face, her soft smile while hugging tightly the plant he gifted her warmed his heart.

'Reverse the car and wait a sec. I'll be right down.'

She sent the text and reentered her home with the plant still in hand.

He backed the car and waited inside. He debated whether or not to leave the engine on to heat the car. It was of course the coldest time of the year so he left the heater on.

In less than 20 minutes he noticed the porch door swing open and out she came in a beautiful maroon dress and a (fake) furry cover. He jumped out of his car and ran to open the door for her.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled. A cliché line, but he truly meant it. He watched her as she sat in his car and adjusted the bottom of the dress.

"Aren't we on a tight schedule?" She looked up at him, still staring at her.

He immediately closed the door and ran to the other side of the car to join her inside.

“You look absolutely beautiful” he said, holding absolutely still.

To his surprise this made her laugh. “Are you gonna take me on this date or are you gonna keep flirting with me on this driveway until I blush myself to death?”. She let her urge to reach for his hand and gently touch him win.

He smiled again, grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Let’s get out of here”. He said driving away.

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THATS IT FOR PART ONE!!!!!!

Spoke to my boyfriend about our date to write this more from the man’s perspective. Let me know if you want me to do that more often.

I was originally going for only a quick thing but it would have been too long. I’ve already started on Part 2 so the next one shouldn’t be too far away.

Let me know if you want me to explore any other ideas (smut welcome lol)

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I know my requests are closed, buuut I wanted to tell you that I added Kingsman, so if I open my requests box again, you can request them!

I'm going nuts about these films! I fucking love them so much😍

Anyway, have an amazing day!❤️

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It is Halloween, and every year Merlin and Harry dress up to go trick or treating with Eggsy's children. This year is no different except Eggsy's twin daughters, Madison and Violet, have established a theme for their costumes. Merlin, the ever bestowing grandfather, is quick to purchase the needed costumes while Harry has opinions on the matter.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Almost Too Late

Eggsy Unwin x plus size reader

Who knew the perfect opportunity to finally admit his feelings was when she was tied to a chair with a gun held to her head?

Request: Fluffy eggsy after saving his crush from the villain?

Warnings: this is just all fluff, guns, love confessions, kissing, swearing, kidnapping

WC: 895

A/N: Sorry I skipped the fight scene, I was too lazy haha

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Y/N looked bored. “This is bullshit.” She groaned, rolling her neck in a vain attempt to get the kinks out of it after being forced to sit in the most uncomfortable chair in the world for such a long time.

“Will you please stop talking!” The man was clearly exasperated, his face almost purple it was so red, the vein on his big ass forehead throbbing with anger. “Then entertain me! This is so fucking boring.” She whined, shuffling against the wood she was sitting on in an attempt to ‘wake up’ her ass which had gone numb over an hour ago.

“I’m holding you hostage! This is supposed to be boring!” Y/N kicked her feet out like a pouting child as her head lolled back against the back of the seat. “I didn’t ask to be kidnapped and tied to a chair for hours on end, now did I!” The cold barrel of a gun was suddenly pressed tightly to her temple. “Shut the fuck up!”

“Now, I don’t think that’s any way to talk to a lady, mate.” Y/N sagged in relief at the sound of his voice, breathing out a deep sigh, she knew she was finally safe. “And who the fuck are you?!” She winced as he pressed the gun even tighter to her skull. Eggy’s blue eyes rolled behind his black frame glasses.

He looked casual standing in the doorway of the dilapidated house, one hand tucked neatly into his suit pants pocket, the other loosely clutching a black umbrella. He winks at her, his pale cheeks only slightly pink with a flush. “I’m her knight in shining armour ain’t I.”

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His hands were soft against her cheeks as he tilted her head to the side, inspecting the tiny cut just behind her hairline from the gun. “You think I’ll live doctor?” The pine cologne he always wore surrounded her as she pulled the navy suit jacket closer to her curvy body. “Unfortunately, I think we need to amputate.” He murmured solemnly but the upturn of his lip into a boyish smirk gave him away.

“Is there any other way?” She giggled, nuzzling her cheek into his palm. Eggy’s smirk fell into an easy smile, his eyes dropping down to her lips before traveling back up to her eyes. “You scared me princess.” He knelt before her, his slim body taking up everything in her vision, preventing her from seeing the body on the floor.

“‘M sorry.” She muttered, eyes half lidded. “Not your fault.” He held her tenderly, his left hand rubbing the rope burn along her wrists. Eggsy had never been this close to her before, their previous touches being platonic ones, a handshake here, a clap on the back there, but he craved it. He needed to feel the softness of her skin, smell the products she used in her perfect hair, see the way her eyes reflected the dim light of the lone lightbulb above them.

His heart was pounding so loudly he feared Y/N could hear it. “I should’ve gotten here earlier.” Now it was her turn to cup his cheek, his 5 o’clock shadow scratching the sensitive skin of her palm. Azure eyes fluttered shut at her touch, a please sigh escaping his slightly chapped lips. “I knew you would find me, you always do.”

He couldn’t tell her how scared he had been, how his veins had turned to ice when his mother called him to tell him that Y/N hadn’t shown up to babysit Daisy while she went to work. He’s sure Merlin would inform her later that he had to slap the young Kingsman to get him to calm down when she wouldn’t pick up her phone.

She’s safe in his arms now, unharmed, just a little shaken. But he’s still panicking, still feels that icy grip of fear around his heart. He could have lost her today, shown up too late or not picked up his mum’s call. And all he could think about was how much he regretted not telling her how he felt before.

“Y/N?” She glanced up at him, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Eggsy?” “I need to say something yeah so just let me get through this and then you can slap me and tell me to fuck off, alright.” Her fingers tightened on his naked forearms. Taking in a shuddering breath, he looked deep into those eyes he loved so much.

“I love you, I’ve loved ya forever. You’re just the most incredible person I have ever met and I don’t know what I’d do without you. I was so terrified when mum said you were missing, I froze. I couldn’t think.” A strand of sandy blonde hair fell from his hairstyle. Y/N pushed it back, a shy smile stretching over her lips.

“I love you.” He whispered, slowly leaning forward. Then, “Gallahead just feckin kiss ‘er already!” Eggsy winced at the volume of Merlin’s voice. “Shut up will ya! ‘M tryn ta be romantic here!”

But Y/N just laughed and tugged him closer so he now knelt between her thick thighs, looking up at her with wide eyes. “I love you too Gary Unwin.” And then she kissed him, right there in the middle of an abandoned house but she didn’t care, all she wanted was him.

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We Meet Again - Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

Title: We Meet Again

Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's boss

WC: 3,004

Warnings: Kingsman canon violence, guns, Reader is also a spy, spy stuff, suggestive (not a lot, but references a few suggestive things, none play out), teasing, banter, flirting, cursing, nicknames, slight angst, and fluff

"Target's turning the corner," You muttered, pushing your shades up, the sun blinding, as you briskly walked down the sidewalk, easily maneuvering past pedestrians as you followed the man a couple of hundred feet in front of you. You stuffed your hands into your overcoat pockets, eyes trained on the man whom you had been following for the past couple of days.

"Don't lose sight of him, Agent." The voice in your ear spoke just as the man you were following turned down another corner. "We need to know where he's going."

"I'm on it, calm yourself, would you?" You grumbled, your hand brushing against the rough brick wall of a building as you turned the corner, pausing as your eyebrows furrowed. "He's... He's entering a bookstore?" You relay, confused.

There was silence on the other line as you began walking towards the small, hole-in-the-wall bookstore, "Proceed with caution." Your boss then spoke.

Rolling your eyes, you let out a sigh as you pressed your hand against the swinging door, pushing it open as a bell rang from above you, signaling the workers or owner of your arrival. You lightly surveyed the room, taking in the small bookstore.

You took note of the two workers behind the counter, lightly chatting with one another - eating their lunch, and the old woman sitting at a small table with a coffee in her hand, book in the other. It was actually a really nice-looking bookstore, and if this was any other day - when you weren't working - you probably would've enjoyed reading a book or two; you could easily imagine yourself sitting at one of the tables, reading a mystery novel. But today was different. Today, you wanted to reach your target, find out what you needed, and leave without getting caught.

The bookshelves in the little shop lined up in rows, giving way to the back wall where there were a few more tables and chairs, all covered by a white cloth. A large sign hung on the far wall, proclaiming 'Bookstore' in big, neon, red letters, and 'A Place Where Dreams Come True!' was written on a poster below in swirly orange letters, to the right side of it.

Slowly, you walked to an aisle beside your target, watching him from your peripheral vision as you tried to blend in and pretend that you were just any other regular, day-to-day, human being looking for a book. As you walked down the aisle, you let your fingers brush from spine to spine; you spotted several novels about time travel, some sci-fi, fantasy, and even an entire section dedicated to cowboy romance novels.

You then turned to look at the long bookshelf behind you, while allowing your gaze to peer through the tops of the books. You surveyed what you could of him, tilting your head slightly as you watched his hand reach out and grab a book from his side of the shelf, opening it, and placing it back a moment later. He was looking for something... But, the question was... What was he looking for?

Turning around again, you faced the previous shelf, grabbing a handful of random books before piling them in your arms. Then, you made your move, walking down your row of bookshelves and turning into his. Looking down at your books, you tried to pretend that you weren't paying any attention before bumping right into the target. You and the target staggered back slightly, your books falling from your arms - and the few in his - as you gasped.

"Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry for bumping into you like that," You dropped to your knees, beginning to grab some of the books that you had 'accidentally' dropped. "I am such a klutz."

The man bent down on one knee, shaking his head as he began to pick up some of the books with you, "It's no problem. You like thrillers?"

“Hmm?” You paused at his question, looking up slightly to see the book in his hand that you had randomly grabbed, "Oh, yeah... I find them... Thrilling." You answered, feigning nervousness and embarrassment as you finished collecting the books in a neat stack in front of your knees.

The man was silent, as you felt his eyes on you, staring. You took a chance, glancing up at him above the rims of your sunglasses, your gaze finding his. His head was tilted to the side slightly, like some confused puppy, as his lips turned downward in a frown. It took only a split second for him to realize who you were, both continuing to stare at each other as your lips twitched; threatening to turn into a mischievous grin. With a flicker in his eyes, a knowing look soon found its way upon his face.

But before you could even say a word, he swiftly pulled out his handgun, silencer at the ready, from his satchel. You let your smirk falter as he raised the gun to point directly at your chest, “You finally remembered to bring a silencer. Good for you…" You trailed off softly, quietly so as to not draw attention to the both of you, but deadly enough as you gave the gun one glance before slowly sitting up, raising your hands in the air beside your head. Why did he have to be so good at his job?

"Y/N... Long time, no see." He tried to play off, a grin creeping across his face. It had been a long time, seven months long. You hadn’t seen him since Rio. “You seemed to have forgotten how to properly tail someone. Miss me or something?"

"I'm not here for a reunion, Unwin." You responded, "Now, I'm going to stand up, slowly." You carefully demanded, your eyes never leaving his as you both slowly stood.

"Now," He began, as he took a few steps closer; a foot or so distance between the both of you. "Hand me the file, love."

"File? What file?" You asked, feigning innocence as you widened your eyes and tilted your head to the side. Blinking owlishly, “I don't have a file.”

His furrowed brows lifted slightly as he gave you a lopsided smile, letting out a small awkward laugh - between a laugh and a scoff; you could tell that he was clearly in discomfort, trying to lift the tension with his words. "This is quite the predicament you put me in here." There was no point in lying anymore. He knew you had it… Somehow.

"And I assure you, it'll be much worse if you don't put down that gun." You threatened, hating how much your arms were beginning to ache, "I'm not giving you the file, Eggsy."

"Oh, how I love it when you say my name, love." He sighed out, his tone almost taunting as you narrowed your eyes.

Clicking your tongue to the roof of your mouth, lowering one of your hands, pressing the small button on your earpiece, silencing it; allowing you to speak freely without your boss hearing. "Why do you have to be so frustrating?" You exclaimed, glaring daggers at the man before you.

Eggsy only shrugged, "I'm just trying to do my job." He answered before you caught him by surprise when you grabbed his wrist. In a matter of seconds, you moved your forearm over his, forcing him to bend at his waist as the arm that held the gun pressed horizontally against your stomach. With a sharp tug of your free hand, you pulled the gun from him, watching as he stumbled back. Blinking slightly, he frowned - obviously upset with himself at the fact that you so easily took his gun, "... Which you are delaying." He added, voice sounding a bit strained as he glanced from you, to the gun, and back. "I see you still got the moves." He mimicked your previous stance, raising his hands in the air.

"I'm just trying to do my job too," You lowered the gun slightly, resting it against his gut, "And taking your gun was almost too easy, Eggsy." You countered, trying to ignore how close you were to him; your eyes subconsciously drifting down his body, your heart beginning to hammer against your ribcage as you again met his gaze, "I just want to know what you know." You lowered your voice, your expression softening ever so slightly.

"What I know?" Eggsy huffed out a laugh, "I don't know any more than you do." He paused, letting his eyes flicker over your face for a moment - seemingly thinking - before continuing, "We could always come together and exchange notes-"

You narrowed your eyes, feeling your face flush slightly, "I am not going to let this turn into the last time we met."

Last time? Last time in Rio. That night that was filled with dancing, drinking, and getting intel. You were on a mission, a mission that crossed over with Eggsy’s. There had always been that palpable tension that had kept you drawn to each other. Something you'd never experienced before. It had been months since the two of you had run into each other - not even your missions could keep you both apart for long it seemed - ‘It was fate,’ Eggsy said one time - and you had your high doubts, but you were beginning to believe it. It was kind of strange just how many times you bumped into him, the sight of him still got to you every single time though.

There were so many times that you and Eggsy would meet on these missions and things would inevitably end up with the two of you in compromising positions together. You hated how wrapped around his finger you were, you hated how much he affected you. So, you pushed him away, trying desperately to stay distant. But, it was hard, hard to forget about him, hard to pretend that what you were feeling wasn't real, hard to forget his face, his voice, his scent, and his touch. Even now, you had to force yourself to stop from just smiling. You had to admit, despite yourself, you were almost glad to see him again. But, that night could never repeat itself. Not now, not when you were trying to get your job done.

You shook your head, "Stop playing around." You admonished, not wanting to admit anything to him. You hated the fact that you couldn't even act naturally around him. You hated the fact that you could barely breathe around him. You hated the fact that, whenever he was near, you found yourself flustered and nervous. And you especially hated the way your heart raced whenever you were near him... Eggsy was making things difficult, as always.

"Well, if you must know..." Eggsy began, "I think you liked it just as much as I did, love." He continued, his voice low and husky as you tried your best to remain calm, but your heart was racing. You didn't want this conversation to end up anywhere near the bedroom... Or the shower... Or anywhere else where things were more intimate with him.

You ignored his comment, your eyes snapped away from his, and glanced down at the satchel that he was wearing, "I can't let you jeopardize this mission for me, Eggsy."

Eggsy said nothing, still grinning as he quickly grabbed a hold of your gun, forcing your arm up, and spinning you around; your back hitting his chest and expelling a small ‘umph’ from you. Locking you against his body with his other arm and yours, he used his free hand to expel the magazine before pulling back the slide barrel; you watched in anguish as the bullet flew through the air almost in slow-motion and onto the ground with the magazine.

Sighing deeply, you finally acknowledged the way his hot breath tickled your neck, how the muscles in his arms flexed as he held you tight against him. "You never make things easy, do you?" You huffed, "I should have known better than to expect anything different."

Eggsy chuckled, nudging his nose to the hair on the side of your head before muttering, "Well, I guess that's one thing we've both got in common." Goosebumps began to rise from your arms at the feeling of his warm breath against your skin, causing a familiar heat to build between the two of you.

"I really don't have time for this." You tried to push out of his arms, but his grip tightened around you, keeping you pinned to his chest.

"You were the one that has been following me." He pointed out, a smug grin on his lips as you felt your heart begin to pound in your ears. The warmth from his body bled into your clothes, sinking into your skin the longer you stayed pressed up against him. You were struggling to focus. "You wouldn't want to tell me why, would you?"

Oh, how you hated him sometimes, how cocky he got. Though you also knew that he was just confident in his capabilities, it still irritated the hell out of you. You could already imagine the expression on his face. You could already picture the smug smile plastered on his handsome features as he held you so close to him. You could already see his eyes glimmering as they gazed down at you. He was loving this…

It was hard to concentrate, trying to think of a way out of this predicament as you felt as if your entire being was being engulfed in the smell of pine, and musk that was so incredibly intoxicatingly him... And... And...

And then, after all those thoughts ran through your mind, you snapped yourself out of it and back into action. Lifting your shoe, you slammed your heel down onto his foot, hard. You heard his breath catch in his throat as he groaned, and as his arms loosened around you, you quickly used your momentum to spin around. Raising your free hand, you grabbed the back of his neck, pushing his head towards yours; discomfort all over his face from the sudden pain to his foot.

You tilted your head slightly as you stared into those ocean-blue eyes of his, watching as his scrunched up face slowly softened as his eyes met yours. You then became acutely aware of how his tongue slid out between his lips to wet them, and how his eyelashes fluttered as he blinked several times - knowing full well what you were doing to him.

"I'm not telling you shit, Eggsy." You spoke, your voice barely above a murmur as the corner of his lips twitched up slightly.

He leaned into you a little bit more, moving his hands to rest on your hips. "It's alright, love." He answered, his voice low, matching yours, "I already got what I needed."

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Eggsy pulled away, giving you one last grin before speeding his way out of the aisle and out of the bookstore. Mind racing, you patted down your jacket, eyes widening as you opened your jacket; only to find the file that was securely placed in the large inside pocket was gone.

Turning towards the window facing the outside of the shop, your eyes flickered from person to person before you spotted Eggsy. A mixture of disappointment, inner pain, and anger crossed your face as you watched him hurry across the street and start climbing into the passenger seat of a black car parked on the curb.

"... Oh, gosh." You muttered, shaking your head as you clicked your tongue to the roof of your mouth, "This is a damn mess..." You sighed, gritting your teeth as you clenched your fists tightly in frustration as you reached up and turned your earpiece back on; the fear of disappointing your boss rising once more. "I got some bad news, boss." You relayed, "He stole the file."

It was silent on the other line for a moment, and you felt a sense of dread creep down your spine. "He got the file?" Your boss's voice was calm, unnervingly so. "How the hell did he get it from you?" His tone suddenly became more annoyed, "I told you to watch him and just find out what he knows."

"I understand that, sir," You huffed, "I thought I could just talk it out of him... I wasn't expecting the gun-"

"Agent Montgomery." Your boss cut you off, "How long have you been an agent?"

You sighed, rubbing your cheek before getting down on your knees and collecting the gun, magazine, and stray bullet, pocketing them. "Six years, sir."

"Then you already know that you should always assume another spy has a gun or any other weapon, no matter where you go or what you do." You nodded, even though he couldn't see; his voice was stern as he continued, "Even if you think your target won't be armed, you should always assume they will be. I shouldn’t have to say this. If this happens again, you’re back on desk duty."

Running a hand through your hair, you pinched the bridge of your nose, "I'll get the file back, sir." You assured him before grabbing the books on the floor and taking them into your arms once more, "He can't get any further without the key." You finished, placing the books back on the shelf that you had gotten them from.

"Good." Your boss responded. You took a deep breath and wiped your still-warm cheeks with your palms, sighing as you straightened out your attire.

"He left in a black car, the license plate is '2FD224.'" You added while proceeding to leave the small bookstore that you made a mental note to come back and visit in the future.

Slipping your shades securely upon the bridge of your nose, your boss spoke up, "Do you know where he's heading next, Agent?"

You pursed your lips, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets, as you venture out into the bright sun. "Italy."

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Should I make a part 2?

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Hyiaa!! If these prompts are still free can I please request

BINGO: Bimbo , Eggsy Unwin with the prompt

"I like having you covered in me. Smothered in me, full of me. Want all of you, and you need all of me." ?

Thank you for your time!

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Eggsy Unwin x Fem! Princess! Bimbo! Kingsman Agent! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, maybe slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.6K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Eggsy truly didn’t know how you were recruited into Kingsmen, but he wasn’t complaining. You helped him out a lot during training, but for fucks sake, were you blind to how Charlie and his friends looked at you? When you go missing, though, Eggsy has to save you. He couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - foul language and cursing || reader is portrayed as very naive and kind of an airhead || reader is portrayed as wearing tight and revealing clothes and likes makeup || sex positive reader || again, kinda ditsy || you’re an undercover spy princess now || you get kidnapped || edited timeline || lovesick eggsy || smut || fingering || masterbating || different positions || multiple rounds || size kink || cum kink || marking kink || rough sex turned soft sex ||

“Your mission,” Merlin spoke as you handed Eggsy, Roxy, and Charlie. “Is to win over the asset shown in the folder. And when I say win over, I do mean biblically.”

Eggsy smiles, opening and showing off the picture. “Easy. Posh girls love a little rough.”

Charlie scoffed, showing the exact same image. “We’ll see about that.”

Roxy giggled. “We certainly shall.”

“Yep! Mhm, sex! You need to fuck her,” you filled in, Charlie scoffing a slight laugh as Merlin smiled slightly and nodded. “Nicely! She’s an heiress.”

“Yes, Y/N, I’m sure they are aware she is an heiress,” Merlin spoke, a sheepish smile developing on your lips. “Anyways, you will be going to the club-”

“Oh, I love clubbing!” You say, Merlin looking over at you with a slight raise of his brows. “O-Oh I’m sorry… I’ll be quiet now.”

Eggsy smiled slightly as he stared at you, but his stomach twisted slightly at the thought of sleeping with someone else. Eggsy was faithful, he always was no matter what, and to be honest, he wasn’t very excited about sleeping with someone else when he wanted to be sleeping with you – both sexually and when he woke up.

“Anyways, you leave at 2200. Please be ready by then. Y/N, come with me.” Merlin smiled at you as you nod, smiling back.

“Yes, Merlin.”

As you both walked out, Eggsy quickly ran after you before Roxy could say anything. “Y/N! Y/N, wait up!”

“Oh, uhm,” you looked back at Merlin who nodded slightly, walking away as you turned. “What’s up, Eggsy?”

“I-I uhm… just wanted to talk to you real quick,” he whispered, looking back at the other two with a slight sigh. “If uhm… If I don’t go past this session-”

“You will,” you say, giggling. “I’m sure a rough boy like you can handle your liquor. And you’re very loyal too!”

Eggsy paused, tilting his head. “Loyal?”

You froze, humming. “Forget I said that. Anyways. Like you were saying?”

Eggsy cleared his throat, swallowing. “If uhm… I wanted to say that when I sleep with this girl,” he ignored your giggle. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I’m aware,” you say with a shrug. “I had to sleep with a pair of guys, but not for the initiation part. The initiation part was actually easier than sleeping with those guys, how are you gonna be a crime lord with a small dick…”

He smiled as you continued to ramble off, his eyes slowly trailing over your pretty face all the way down to your tight clothes and perfect body, round and soft in every perfect place, and the thought of having your thighs around his head truly was a dream.

“Oh, I am so sorry… you had a question, what was it?” You tilted your head, smiling at him.

“I-I uhm… I just wanted to ask if after this session… if you would want to go out with me? On like… a real date?” He whispers, tilting his head slightly as you gaped at him.

“R-Really? You want… you want to take me out on a date?” You whisper, eyes narrowing. “Why? I have nothing to do with the choosing process.”

“I’m not trying to get points for the choosing process,” Eggsy clarified immediately, taking a step closer toward you. “I just… I want to take you out to see if we could… go out together as a couple.”

You paused, swallowing. “Oh…” you looked back at Merlin who was tapping on his tablet, then turned around with a nod. “I would like that. I would like that very much.”

“You would? Good. Good, perfect,” he smiled widely as you inhaled, smiling. “Go. I’m sure Merlin needs something important.”

You smiled, nodding as you leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. “I can’t wait.”

Eggsy smiled widely as you walked off, turning around to see Charlie and Roxy staring at him. “Did you just ask Y/N out on a date?” She spoke, tilting her head. “Really?”

You didn’t have a code name because there was no point. You were already known to the world, Princess Y/N who was the face of her kingdom, perfect in every way, though slightly naive – it didn’t make one bit of a difference to Eggsy. He truly, truly wanted to see how far he would get with you, and just maybe he would get you to the altar.

Right when they were about to leave, Eggsy noticed you in the corner, staring at yourself in the mirror as you flattened out the sides of your dress. For fucks sake, you looked absolutely stunning. Perfect in every way, the dark blue dress pooling at the floor as you slowly turned in the mirror.

He wasn’t used to seeing you in such a dark color, but you looked just as beautiful in it as you did any other color.

He couldn’t speak for a minute, but when it finally came to mind, all he could say was, “Wow.”

You looked over immediately, smiling as you walked toward him, heels clicking. “Going undercover,” you whisper, then shrug. “Kind of.”

“Well, I wish you luck,” Eggsy whispered back, trying to keep his eyes on yours and not trail over your body like a pervert. “You look… so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Eggsy, really,” you smiled back at him as he looked down at his clothes, completely underdressed compared to you. “You look great too.”

“You don’t have to lie, love,” he laughed slightly, embarrassed. How could he think a pretty girl like you would want to be with him? “W-Well… good luck on your mission. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“I could come to the barracks tonight,” you suggest, shrugging. “It’ll just be you and someone else anyways. I’ll bring you to my room.”

Eggsy smiled. “That sounds perfect, Y/N. Good luck, I’ll see you later.”

“See you, Eggsy.” You smiled as he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before slowly turning around and walking off.

After he finished his initiation sequence, he waited in the barracks, reading a book as he slowly stroked JBs back, waiting for you to come in and take him back to your apartment for the night.

“Eggsy? Are you waiting for Y/N?” Roxy spoke, Eggsy looking up with a slight sigh.

“I was, yeah,” he whispered, shaking his head. Tomorrow was his day with Harry, and he couldn’t have thoughts of you interrupting it. “But I’m going to go to sleep now.”

“Oh, okay. Goodnight, Eggsy.”

“Goodnight, Rox.”

When morning came and Eggsy walked toward Harry who was speaking with Merlin, he inhaled as he heard your name on the TV. “Princess Y/N has been missing for three days now, gone and we haven’t been able to locate her since.”

“Y-Y/N’s missing?” His voice came out broken and hoarse, Harry turning around with a slight sigh.

“She didn’t come back from her mission last night,” Merlin says, shaking his head. “Y/N is a strong girl, she can handle herself. Now, go enjoy your day and we’ll keep looking for her.”

Oh, and then everything stacked up. With you missing, Harry being fucking murdered, figuring out that Arthur was with Valentine the entire time, he was so fucking tired. Now, about to die from Valentines dumbass soldiers, he couldn’t stop thinking about you — until the microchips came to mind.

After telling Merlin about the microchips, he could’ve sworn he heard your voice.

“Eggsy! Eggsy, is that you?!”

He quickly turned around, at this time ignoring the announcement that Valentine said and storing it for later, gasping when he saw you. “Y/N! You’re here!”

“Yes I’m here!” You giggled, sighing. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come back and-”

“Don’t worry about that now, darling, what matters is that you’re safe,” he smiled as you leaned forward, pushing yourself closer to the opening, Eggsy doing the same before he heard Merlin’s voice.

“Hate to interrupt this lovely moment, but the fate of the world is about to be decided, Eggsy!”

Eggsy sighed as he pulled away, shaking his head. “As much as I’ve always wanted to kiss a princess, my darling, but I have to go save the world.”

You smiled, giggling. “You save the world, you can get me pregnant.”

Eggsy paused, blinking before nodding slightly. “I’ll be right back.”

You laughed, biting your lip slightly as he ran off. “Good luck!”

And as soon as he said his wicked last line to Valentine, he was already running to your cell and tried to open the door. He heard your laugh when it didn't open, clearing his throat. “Merlin, what’s the code?”

Merlin laughed and told him, Eggsy smirking as he slipped off his glasses and slowly walked in, holding back a loud groan when he saw your legs spread and your fingers working your cunt as you groaned loudly. “Fucking finally Eggsy, what took you so long?”

He laughed as he set down the champagne and the champagne flutes on the table, slipping off his tie before you pull your fingers out of your cunt and quickly moved to your feet, stumbling slightly before falling into his chest. “Are you alright, darling?” He laughed slightly as you giggled.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just… need you. So bad. Gotta hold up my end of the deal,” you tilted your head, winking up at him with another giggle. “You gotta put a baby in me, Unwin.”

He groaned loudly as he easily lifted you up, moving you back to the bed and dropping you gently onto the bed. He watched as you quickly parted your legs, sighing as Eggsy kicked off his shoes – carefully of course – taking off his suit before you leaned forward and held his tie. “Keep this on.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he whispers, slipping his button down off from under his tie that you immediately took hold of and pulled him down. He leaned down, kissing you and savoring your lips on his as you moved your legs to wrap your legs around his waist. “For fucks sake, never thought I’d be kissing an actual princess.”

You giggled as he pushed down his slacks, pulling him down for another kiss and rutting your hips into his. “Oh please, please… just forget about the fact that I’m a princess and just fuck me. Not like a prince, I need that roughness.”

“Whatever you say, darling,” he whispers back, smiling as he watches you slowly lay back. “Are you sure you want it rough? Darling, I-”

“I’m a princess, Eggsy, just not one made out of glass,” you whisper back, smiling. “Fuck me, Eggsy, hard.”

Oh, you truly didn’t have to tell him twice.

He was quick to snap his hips into you, groaning loudly as your head tilted back, leaning down to tuck his face under your chin. His hips moved rough and quick, fucking into you like he was infatuated. In a way, he was, his mind blurring in pleasure as moans unconsciously fell from his lips, your cunt tight and perfect around him.

His cock was perfect inside of you, just the right length but heavy on the girth, thick and filling you up just right and absolutely fucking perfect. You gasped as you tilted your head back, savoring the feeling of him inside of you. Even with his strong and rough thrusts, he was still holding himself back, and you could feel it every time he held back from slamming his pelvis into yours.

It makes you take matters into your own hands, easily pushing him over and straddling his hips. “I said that I want rough Eggsy,” you whisper, placing your hands on his perfectly toned chest, roughly rolling your hips as you threw back your head. Oh, it was finally perfect. You could feel him in all of the places you desperately wanted him to be, letting out a loud groan as you rut your hips roughly into his. “I don’t want you to hold back, please, Eggsy.”

He groaned, his head tilting back just like yours, his hands automatically finding your hips to help guide you into his hips. Sadly, they were trying to get you to go slower. “Fuck, darling, don’t do this to me. I don’t want to hurt you, please baby-”

“I want it to be rough,” you responded, gasping as his hips roughly snap into yours. It was perfect, just like you wanted to, but it was a singular movement. “No! Eggsy please, please don’t stop!”

“Fuck, please… please, you need to tell me if I hurt you. Promise?” His voice was breathless as you nod, pulling his hands upward toward your tits.

“I promise. Just fuck me, Eggsy.”

This time he really didn’t hold back, immediately twisting you to lay on your back, inhaling as he snapped his hips forward to fuck you, rough and hard just like you wanted him to. He didn’t hold back, his hands holding your hips roughly. Oh, it was perfect and everything you wanted.

He was rough just like you wanted him to be, your body bouncing along with every thrust, head tilting back with pornographic moans falling from your mouth. The way you were being fucked was as though Eggsy was never given the chance to let loose, using your body as a way to escape.

His roughness wasn’t subjected to just his thrusts, leaning down and marking up every inch of your skin with hickies and bite marks from his mouth, his rough hands rubbing and gripping your body. You were basically sobbing when he was done, not even done as he panted above you, his cum dripping down your ass as he pumped his cock.

“Can I keep going, baby? Please, darling? I want to keep fucking you, want to fuck you so bad,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss against your ear. “Please?”

“I want you to keep going,” you didn’t care how sore you were, how full your stomach was of his cum. You felt sticky, gasping as he slid back inside of you, rolling his hips softly instead of what he was previously doing. “N-No, no, roughly. Rougher. Please.”

“You’re sure you can handle it?” His voice wasn’t taunting you, his lips pressing soft kisses to your skin. “I like having you covered in me. Smothered in me, full of me. Want all of you, and you need all of me. But I can’t give it to you if it’s gonna hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” you whispered back, shaking your head as you kissed his lips softly. “You could never hurt me. Keep going.”

He smiled, nodding. “Whatever you say, your majesty.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “It’s your highness. I’m not queen yet.”

“You’re almost there,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Your majesty.”

“There you go.”

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fooled-around-and-fell · 10 months

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Sweet Whiskey

Summary: Just soft!Agent Whiskey with an injured you.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x female reader

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"Where is she?" Jack pushed the doors open, shoving Eggsy in the process. "Where is she?!"

"I'm here, sourpuss." You winced from behind the curtains. Even without seeing him, you knew there was a frown on Jack's face.

Jack, very dramatically, opened the curtains and sat next to your bed.

"My God, Jack. What would happen if I were naked behind those curtains? You'd just be exposing me to Eggsy here?" You teased.

Jack sighed. He had no time for your little jokes. He held your hand and brought it up to his face, asking you to hold him gently. "Darlin', please. You need to be more careful."

"I'm fine, Jack." You tried to sit up. "Just little bumps and bruises."

His lips pursed. "A GSW is not a 'bumps and bruises' kind of injury. And, Ginger told me you refused medication?"

"What? No," You held his hand. "I just didn't want that instant healing thing she offered. You know it makes me feel nauseous afterwards."

"Darlin-"

"Wait, hold on, so you two are dating?" Eggsy interrupted. "We're allowed to date fellow agents?"

Jack turned towards him. "Do you mind?"

"Right, sorry." Eggsy apologized.

"It's alright, Eggsy." You chuckled. "And no, we're not dating. We're engaged. Oh, and yes, you're allowed to date fellow agents. Just be discreet about it in the beginning."

Jack shook his head and gave you a questioning look, as if to ask, why did you just tell him that?

You raised your brow. "He saved my life, Jack. Be nice."

Jack sighed and rolled his eyes like a child. "Kid, mind giving us some privacy?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Eggsy left the room.

Once Eggsy left, Jack went closer to your side and held you in his arms. "The moment I heard you were shot, I thought I'd lost you."

You smiled. "You can't get rid of me that easily."

He finally cracked a smile.

"There it is." You kissed the corners of his lips. "You look much better with a smile on your face."

"Patronizing me, sweetheart?"

You faked a gasp. "I would never."

Jack chuckled and kissed your hands. "Get some rest. I'll come back in a few hours after I'm done dealing with the people who did this to my sweet."

You hummed. "There's my man."

"Always yours, darlin'."

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Come Home

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x fem!reader

Warning: angst, fluff, smut, talk about unknown mission, anxiety, nail and skin biting, making out, p in v, dirty talk

Summary: Eggsy can't tell you what his next mission is going to be. Your worry drives both of you a little crazy.

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The kitchen felt so small as you paced it up and down. You bit your nails and the skin around it. A habit you tried to unlearn. But the person who could keep you from biting yourself was the same person who was packing his bags for a new mission. A mission he was not allowed to talk about.

Eggsy was upstairs while you paced. He was worried too. About your well-being. He wasn’t allowed to talk about his mission which would make you go a little crazy with worry. He was finished packing and went down the stairs. From over the railing, he could see you pacing the kitchen. Your beautiful face contorted into a worried expression.

He came into the kitchen and stopped your pacing by gripping your shoulders. “What’s the matter, luv?” His worried expression mirrored yours.

You sighed as he looked down at you. “Your next mission.” You looked down at the floor. Eggsy’s face changed to confusion. “What about is bothering you?”

“You always tell me what will happen at your mission. Or at least you tell me the details you can reveal. But this time, every time I asked you, you say it's classified.” Your voice becomes shaky.

Eggsy sighed deeply. He pulled you into his arms, tightly embracing you and holding you to his broad chest. “I wish I could. But no one in the agency who isn’t involved in the mission is even allowed to know. That’s how important this mission is.”

Your head moved under his chin onto his chest. “Promise me you won’t be reckless and you will listen to Merlin.” Eggsy softly chuckled. His hand moved over your back in a moving motion. “You know I follow Merlin’s instructions to a T.” You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. Eggsy sighed. “I try not to be too much of a hero.” He kissed the top of your head softly.

“I love you, Egg.” You moved closer into your boyfriend’s arms. “I love you too. You won’t notice me. The day you start missing me is the day I will be back. Wrapping you in my arms.”

A smile etches itself on your lips. “What if I missed you already yesterday?” Eggsy huffed out a laugh. “You are wrapped in my arms, are you not?” He raised his eyebrows. You just nodded softly.

“When will you be back?” You looked up at Eggsy with a soft expression. “I am not sure. Maybe two days. I promise I call you when I am flying back.” You nodded again. Your head was deep in thought. Eggsy took your cheeks in his palms and softly caressed them.

Your eyes wandered up. “Can you make love to me before you go?” Eggsy’s eyes widened for a bit before he pulled you closer to him, a grin etching on his lips. “Of course, my love. Let's go upstairs and get comfortable, shall we?”

He pulled you up to your shared bedroom. The clothes were shed with lightspeed. Hands were roaming each other’s bodies. With a soft grip, Eggsy picked you up and laid you on the bed. You made out for a little while. Calloused hands running over your soft skin.

He moved behind you. With a tight grip on your hips, he slowly moved inside of you. You mewled softly as he was deep inside of you. Eggsy groaned behind you as he moved out of you. Your walls squeeze him tightly. “Shit, baby. You are so tight.”

Your boyfriend was biting and sucking hickeys onto the skin of your neck. “Sweetheart, can we do-“ You nodded immediately. “Yeah, let me just turn.”

Eggsy sat up and let you move on your hands and knees. He kissed down your spine before softly biting into the flesh of your hip. “God, your ass.” He groaned softly as he caressed your cheeks. A sharp slap made you jolt and gasp. Eggsy grinned.

Your hands fisted into the sheets of your bed. The room's temperature was rising as Eggsy’s thrust grew stronger. With every thrust your soft mewls became louder, turning into soft moans. “Sweetheart, am I safe to come inside you? I forgot the condom.” You nodded. “Took the pill this morning and no outflow. We are safe.”

Eggsy rutted faster into you from behind. His peak is approaching fast. He snaked his arm around you to touch your clit. With soft circles, he brought you closer to your end. “Shit, sweetheart. I don’t want to finish before you do.” He moaned out. His fingers sped up.

Your body began to shake as you neared your orgasm. Your moans turn into screams of your boyfriend’s name. Eggsy smirked as he felt you squeeze him impossibly tight. Your arms gave out under you as the dam broke and you finished. Eggsy followed close behind. He thrust into you with three powerful thrusts before releasing inside you. The twitching of his cock made you shiver, which made your walls tighten a bit. “Shit!” Eggsy hissed out. “Everything okay, Egg?”

The man in question nodded softly. “Peachy, sweet cheeks. You just squeezed me while you shivered. I’m a bit sensitive right now.” He moved out of you and softly laid you on your back.

With a soft kiss to your lips, he excused himself to the bathroom, coming back with a damp washcloth to clean you up. He caressed your inner thighs with a soft touch while cleaning you up. You jerked away a bit, feeling the oversensitivity yourself. “Sorry, sweetheart. I am nearly finished.”

After cleaning you and himself up he lay down and enveloped you. You turned to face him, softly kissing his nose. “Promise me you will come back to me and JB. Promise me, Gary!” Eggsy looked down at you. He knew you needed him to confirm your request. You used his birthname, which you only used when he did something stupid, you were annoyed at him or when things got serious.

He sat up a pit, leaning over you. He caressed your sides. His fingertips move along your rips not going further than under your boob. “I promise you I will come home in one piece. I call you as soon as I am on the plane home.” He looked you deep in the eyes. “I love you too much to make you cry because of me.”

Eggsy kissed you deeply. He pulled you to his chest. Hand splayed on your back as he held you to his chest. You fell asleep in his arms. He held you to his chest and waited until you were fast asleep before he got dressed in his bulletproof suit and went on the mission. You woke up to a message on your phone. “Sweetheart, I love you. Coming back home in two days. I promise you. I’ll come home.”

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a little dream come true (e.u.)

summary ⇾ eggsy remembers just how he met you–be it chance, be it fate–and remembering it every now and then brings a smile to his face (yours too) details ⇾ 1,715 words / eggsy unwin x data-analyst!reader / gn!reader / 🌸 fluff / merlin being the biggest shipper of you two (we do not talk about the golden circle...)

the kingsman headquarters grow quiet in the thick of the night, as it always does. eggsy finds himself down one of the hallways, making his way towards a specific office to find his favorite person. he slows down when he passes by a door that looks familiar. backtracking a couple of steps, he looks through the small window and the sight refreshes his memory. his memory of when he first met you.

heavy breathing. loud ringing in eggsy’s ears. he can’t hear or think straight. he’s about to lose his god damned mind from all this intense training but he knows he’s got to get a grip. he’s made it this far–top two–there’s no fucking way he’s stopping now. he came so close to being ran over by a train; if he can pass that, he can surely pass this.

he finds himself in a small room with nothing but a person tied to a bomb. there’s no door, no window, nothing. he’s torn in this situation, unsure of how to go about this when it seems like there’s only one path to doing what’s right. he’s gone as far as to make sure you’re safe but the only thing left is the bomb to diffuse. as far as his prior background experience goes, he’s only got thirty seconds to spare. there’s no way out, no form of help apart from his conscience and the bag over your head to cover your whimpers.

he manages to grip onto your shoulders, telling you to find your way out as soon as the bomb goes off and that it wasn’t your fault. none of this was. though he knows you can’t comprehend it with the onslaught of tears and whimpering, eggsy’s said his piece. he throws himself with the bomb as far away from you as possible despite the lack of space to begin with.

with his eyes clenched shut and quivering lips along with the image of his mother and baby sister in his mind as his fading thoughts, the impact... comes in a form of a sweet voice cooing him from his imagination. he flinches when the bomb stops ticking and instead of exploding him to bits, it... shuts down? he blinks a couple of times to make sure he isn’t dreaming but when he comes face to face with you, the bag now off of your head, eggsy sucks in a breath.

“congratulations, eggsy unwin. you’ve passed the test.”

his brows are furrowed, accepting your hand up to his feet as he blinks at you, “w-what?”

a doorway suddenly appears, the simulation-like room disappears to a simple bedroom with wooden walls... as they remain contained in a glass cube. it clicks in eggsy’s mind that everything wasn’t real, though his heart giving out just may be it.

he still doesn’t know what to say, how to react. a part of him thinks this isn’t real but when you lure him out of the glass box, towards the bed, he immediately flops down to take a seat. with a small smile, you offer him a cup of water he accepts, still confused but he knows an explanation is coming as you take a seat next to him.

he appreciates how you allow him to take a couple of breaths first. though, he’s uncertain if it’s because of what he just went through that’s making his heart somersault like this or if it’s the proximity between the pair of you. it doesn’t help that he’s able to look at you up-close, watching you watch him. it’s... a weird feeling. comforting, yet it’s making him nervous.

“as a kingsman, it’s important to put others before yourself. in that moment, when you decided to take the bomb with you and step away as far from me as possible, you’ve passed the test.”

eggsy chugs down the water, eyeing the bag on the glass floor he’s certain was over your head. you chuckle when you match his line of sight. “oh, that’s transparent, by the way. i could see everything.” you reach to take his emptied cup when he looks like he’s done with it. your fingers brush over his gently, almost electrifying his body upon contact that he tries not to flinch. he’s obviously failed when you snort.

“i’m sure merlin will give you brownie points for positive reassurance. not many would know how to comfort another right before their demise.” you rise to your feet. “he’ll be here in–”the door cracks open and it changes the course of your intended sentence–”right now, as it seems,”

“there’s my favorite member of staff,” merlin greets, stepping in just as you turn to face him, “y’know, i’m sensing a little bias here.”

merlin gasps, “me? biased? no, can’t be.” the two of you laugh it off, leaving eggsy very confused but he doesn’t interrupt just yet.

“i’ll be off then. congratulations again, eggsy.” you raise the cup at–”merlin,”

he salutes you playfully, “y/n.”

when the door closes along with your leave, that’s when merlin notices how quiet eggsy has been. merlin carefully sits next to the young man, patting his shoulder, “you alright there? not quite like you to be stumped over something like this when you were more than ready to get run over by a train.”

the first thing that eggsy asks is: “who was that?”

merlin chuckles, pulling his hand back from eggsy’s shoulder, “that’s y/n. they’re one of our top data analysts but they’ve got some experience from field. they saved me once, hence, the reason why they’re my favorite but don’t tell no one, alright?”

eggsy nods quietly, still staring at the direction you left. he notices he’s quiet when merlin has this shit-eating grin on his face, clearly understanding that you left an impression on him.

“if you say anything about this, i will personally chop your balls off, merlin.”

“oh, i wonder why would you do that when i could give you a reason to see them?”

“...merlin, if you’re serious i will love you forever.”

merlin was indeed serious. that day was the first unofficial date you went on with eggsy merely minutes after meeting him for the first time. eggsy still remembers it like it was yesterday despite it being a couple of years ago. the fond memory lives in his mind and–”best have someone familiar in your mind when you look through that specific window.”

it seems you’ve snapped him out of his reverie when his shoulders flinch just a bit. he turns to you, that cheeky smile forming from a small one, to a wide grin as he makes the move to walk towards you. despite being in public, eggsy has never shied away from showing you his affection.

his hands almost immediately reach for your waist, even if you try to swat them away with we’re in public! his response is always nah, don’t really care, and you feel the security wrapped around your waist and the adoration kissing the side of your head as eggsy hugs you. although it’s late in the kingsman headquarters, it doesn’t mean that it’s completely empty. there’s a potential risk of someone coming by (even though the entire bloody corporation knows by now) and it still makes you shy every now and then.

you’re about to succumb into his embrace, until a peek over eggsy’s shoulder allows you to meet with–oh–”not in the hallways, kids. pack it up and move somewhere private.”

with a muffled huff, you’re about to push eggsy away but he remains firm, locking his arms around you as he calls off to merlin who promptly walks past, “oh piss off, merlin. don’t act like you weren’t rooting for us in the beginning.”

merlin looks like he’s about to let it go, but he backtracks so that he can get a glimpse of you, “oh yeah, forgot to tell ya, lover boy over here has been head over heels since day one. and i’m not talking about the first date.”

merlin only sticks around enough for it to hit you, and then he’s winking at eggsy before he’s off. when it’s just you and eggsy again, you turn to face him and he’s effectively avoiding eye contact, arms shifting around your waist.

“is he talking about your test? that’s the first time?”

you watch as eggsy’s mouth open and close a couple of times, before he musters up: “l-look, merlin’s just talking straight out of his arse–”the slight raise of your brow and small pout is all it takes for eggsy to crack”–and–oh for fuck’s sake, yes. that’s the first time!” you press your lips together to stop yourself from laughing, it’s harder when eggsy pulls away with a scoff.

“might’ve been gassed out of my mind but i know a pretty thing like you when i see one. just so happens it’s one that makes me feel all sorts of things even before i get to know them.”

patiently, you wait until he’s done with his little rant and he notices you’re waiting. oh, how polite. he looks at you with a sigh, “go on, make fun of me already. call me a hopeless romantic and all that bullsh...”

eggsy only processes what had happened when you’re a couple of steps away. sure, the two of you have kissed and gotten intimate plenty of times already since getting together but it’s the small moments like these that truly create an uproar in the butterflies in his stomach. your hushed giggle, the soft yet urgent kiss planted to his cheek, that giddy buzz that surrounds you as you quickly pull away. it’s... the smallest things that rile him up the most, and it’s working.

“again...” he says, now walking towards you as you walk away, “again! come back here!”

you squeal as you try to make a run for it, eggsy hot on your trail as he chases you back towards your office. merlin scoffs a laugh as he’s waiting for his coffee from the machine nearby, shaking his head but well-aware he’s the reason for all of this to begin with. he’s mighty proud when he gets his drink, making his way towards his office and notices the happiness radiating from both eggsy and you down the hall.

#eggsy unwin #eggsy unwin x you #eggsy unwin fanfic #eggsy unwin x reader #kingsman eggsy #eggsy unwin fanfiction #eggsy x reader #soz idk what this was #but it was in my drafts and whenever the word count is there it usually means its done???#so its done LOL #ANYWAY #here it is <3 #:)#hope any eggsy lovers out there still can enjoy this!#<3

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