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“Harry,” Eggsy said after standing stock-still at their entrance for a full five minutes. At Harry’s rigid form in the living room, Eggsy elaborated, “What’s that?” 

“What do you mean by ‘what’?” Harry looked away from Eggsy’s questioning eyes.

His boyfriend stepped into the room and stopped right in front of him, his expression nearly crumbled from the force of trying to keep it neutral.

“This,” Eggsy answered, gesturing wildly at Harry’s body, “What’s this?”

Harry lowered his eyes as if to check his dark suit with white stripes again, when in fact he was avoiding the only highlight of his disguise as much as possible.

“My cover.”

“As?” The corners of Eggsy’s mouth slightly ticked upward, mirth was spilling from his eyes.

“A middle-aged bank employee who’s looking for a suitable partner at the nearest posh bar,” Harry recited from his memory, managing to grind his teeth at the same time.

“Hmm. Lengthy description, that.” Eggsy’s arm came around to Harry’s back and became their first point of contact. Harry unashamedly leaned into the touch.

“Does the said bank employee need this?” Eggsy’s free hand flicked at the red rose currently sitting on Harry’s chest pocket.

“It’s an appropriate accessory,” Harry said, smiling.

“And this?” The direction of Eggsy’s mischievous fingers headed upward to rest beside Harry’s mouth.

There, just above Harry’s upper lip, glued a dignified moustache.

“Another just as appropriate accessory.”

“Yeah?” Eggsy stood on tiptoe, allowing his face to be in a hairbreadth distance away from Harry’s.

“Fine,” Harry sighed, his forehead knocking gently on Eggsy’s. “I lost a bet with Merlin.”

“Knew it.”

“Do you hate it?”

“Hmm. Not as much as I had thought. And you do look distinguished, well, more distinguished now. But,” Eggsy drawled out the vowel, his fingers messing up Harry’s perfectly coiffed hairstyle and freeing the poor curls during the pregnant pause.

In lightning speed, he ripped off Harry’s moustache without any hesitation, knowing Harry would use the kind of high-quality glue and thus, wouldn’t hurt him if he needed to immediately ditch the cover.

“It does hinder certain kind of activities,” Eggsy wasn’t done with his sentence before Harry’s lips descended on his, a soft and warm presence which Eggsy adored.

He was dizzy from the heady scent of the rose and their slightly prolonged kiss by the time they both sprung apart, still, Eggsy tried to chase Harry’s mouth and almost succeeded.

“In a bit, I’ve got a mission to complete,” Harry laughed breathlessly, thumb brushing Eggsy’s chin.

Eggsy nodded, gaze slightly dazed.

When Harry was about to leave, Eggsy asked, “What inspired it? This ‘cover’ of yours.”

“Mary Poppins.”

“Oh. Isn’t he the dad in it? As in, he’s already married.”

7. (A kiss) to shut them up.

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“Hey, Harry,” said Eggsy one day, fighting off a mischievous grin after looking away from something on his phone.

“Yeah?”

“Can you solve this problem for me?”

“I need more context, Eggsy,” Harry said, eyes peaking through the daily newspaper that was currently hiding his face.

“Maths, kind off,” supplied Eggsy.

“Okay, this is not how normal foreplay goes but do go on.”

“Harry, oh my god!”

“What?”

“Never mind. Anyway, here’s the problem, listen carefully, kay?”

“Uh huh.”

“What is the result of ‘me minus you’?”

“This is really not foreplay, isn’t i- mmph!”

Harry’s joke was cut short by the sudden attack of Eggsy’s lips on his, purely for the purpose of shutting him up and getting them both back on track.

The kiss tasted of marmalade and bitter coffee and Harry melted on his chair with Eggsy’s palm cupping his cheek and jaw. They sighed in unison after Eggsy pressed his positively reddened lips on Harry’s in a firm and determined kiss one last time, climbing off the table and back to his seat across from Harry’s.

Eggsy giggled, the crinkles crept up around his eyes, and he noticed Harry looking fondly at him before clearing his throat, saying, “No, it isn’t.”

Harry took a small sip out of his coffee mug and thought for a moment, chuckled and asked, “What is your answer for it?”

Satisfied with Harry’s respond, as if he was expecting it the whole time, Eggsy said, “Well, if you ask me, I’d say that the result is 0. Because there’s no me when there’s no you around.”

It was a love confession at its barest form, even now after years of being together together, and both of them shared mutual looks of fondness for the other over the breakfast table. It was their sort of eternity, since time always seemed to be slipping away in the tender presence of their love.

After a short while, when Eggsy was draining the last of his orange juice, Harry said, “You know, my answer for it, if you do care at this point, is that the problem is impossible to solve. Because the possibility of us not being together? It simply doesn’t exist.”

Stunned, Eggsy swallowed the sweet and sour liquid before slamming the glass on the marble counter, then stood up and walked over to Harry’s chair.

He grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him up, the both of them heading for a room upstairs with lightning speed.

Although Harry couldn’t see Eggsy’s face, he was sure Eggsy was blushing violently to the tips of his ears when the man growled, “Well, you’ve got your wish, Harry. It is foreplay now.”

46. (A kiss) out of envy or jealousy.

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Harry carefully chose a safe place in their living room to direct his eyes instead of staring straight at a half-naked Eggsy, who for all of his worth, was positively towering over Harry on the sofa.

The older man tried to filter his thoughts as much as possible, he didn’t dare think of the way Eggsy’s hair was wet and sticking to his forehead and ears, or how loosely the towel was wrapped around his waist, showing off his taut body and freckles.

He especially didn’t think of the familiarity of the spice in their shared shampoo wafting from Eggsy still-warm-from-the-shower body and Eggsy’s slowly darkening eyes under an innocent guise of light-like colour lashes.

“Harry?” asked Eggsy, voice hoarse and dangerously low.

Harry, hiding a secret gulp, looked up and said, “Yes?”

“Merlin showed me the recording of your recon mission.”

“The one at the library?” Harry supplied. There was no recon mission at the library. He was merely buying more time for himself to think of a better excuse.

“Nope. The bar one. In which you didn’t reject that guy’s advances,” Eggsy helpfully added, “Multiple. Advances.”

Without Harry recognising, Eggsy was only mere inches away from crushing his boyfriend, his strong thighs already straddling Harry’s legs, hands firmly placed on both sides of Harry’s head.

This close of a distance, both of them could clearly make out the thump-thump sound of the other’s heartbeat. And Harry’s was well on its way to be in urgent need of medical attention.

Eggsy, the more reliable person out of the two, made sure to drive it up further by pressing his lips to Harry’s slightly open ones, effectively trapping Harry’s entire body to the back of the sofa.

It wasn’t a kiss born out of deprivation or lust or desire. Not at all.

But it could be a need to stake a claim. To leave a permanent imprint on Harry’s mind.

The grinding of the hips which followed almost seconds after that was surely for other reasons Harry’s occupied mind hadn’t come up with yet.

Harry’s body soon became pliant and a little bit drowsy from the lack of air, but his hands, betrayers they were, sneaked up and held on Eggsy’s back and neck, pulling him closer until he could feel the heat emanating from Eggsy’s chest.

Harry hadn’t clipped his nails, and the red, angry marks would show in the morning, and he knew that, and still Eggsy allowed his lover’s fingers to cling on his soft skin. And like a drowning man in the river, Harry did.

Harry gasped between breaths, “Are you, perhaps, jealous? Because I didn’t tell him to go away?”

Biting Harry’s lower lip and coming back to seal it with another kiss, Eggsy said, “What do you reckon?”

Harry liked the expression on Eggsy’s face now.

The way his eyebrows furrowed, Harry’s finger could be the one to smooth it out, but he didn’t.

How Eggsy’s sharp teeth were baring, a wonderful replication of a predator’s fangs when he was about to pounce on his prey and sink his teeth into the breakable skin.

But most of all, how his clear eyes were reflecting a picture of only Harry.

It was addictive, this kind of attention. It was slowly becoming a personal concern for Harry. Of how much he reveled in it. Almost too much sometimes.

Harry touched Eggsy’s right wrist with his cheek, eyes bright and soft, he was getting quite skilled with masking it.

F - Clairvoyant predicting disaster AU

Z - Kidnapped and held hostage AU

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Eggsy was in the middle of bringing Roxy her mug of hot chocolate when it happened to him. 

At the sound made by broken ceramic on the floor, Roxy perked up from her seat on the sofa and gave Eggsy a questioning look. One swift glance at his face and she already knew what was going on, phone forgotten, she dashed to his trembling form in the kitchen and kneeled down.

“What is it this time, Eggsy?” asked Roxy, her hands steadying a breathless Eggsy.

But her friend wasn’t back with her just yet, he was already lost in the mist.

In it, he saw a struggling man tied to a chair, nearly everything about him was shrouded in a dark cloud. Apart from his shoes, nothing else appeared quite as clear.

“Harry!” he exclaimed. “Harry’s in danger and he needs me.” 

“Harry?” repeated Roxy. “Where is he? Can you tell?”

“I- I can’t see much,” Eggsy said, shaking his head, eyes turning back to a normal mix of green and grey instead of a dusk-like yellow. “There were his shoes. And he was trying to get out of some sort of ties.”

Standing up shakily with the help of Roxy, Eggsy continued to recount in a rush, “He was on a chair and the room was empty. Dark.” Eggsy felt a sense of urgency overtook him and fished out his Kingsman-issued phone in his pocket, dialing Merlin’s number.

“Eggsy? Are you sure that it’s Harry? How could you tell from just his shoes?” Roxy asked as she picked up her umbrella and glasses.

“It’s a couple thing!” Eggsy shouted back and ran for the door.

Startled to silent, Roxy stared at his slowly disappearing form and said, voice filled with incredulity, “What the fuck is a couple thing?”

Eggsy almost fell to the floor the moment he woke up.

Was it a long sleep? Did he pass out? He couldn’t tell.

The last thing he remembered was being pulled apart from Roxy when they arrived at the manor. Someone covered his mouth with a cloth and the right side of his neck smarted like crazy.

Like being pricked by a tiny little needle. Or a dart.

Was he incapacitated by a tranquiliser?

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He was supposed to be on his way to Merlin’s office and tell him of Harry’s kidnapping. And some random asshole just decided to take him hostage as well.

Was it the same fucker who took his Harry? Were they put in separate rooms?

He tried to listen for any type of movements but heard nothing. Calling out at this moment could alert the guards, if there was any, and in this type of situation, there always was.

Eggsy attempted to wiggle his upper body, there were ties around his chest and one on his hands. They weren’t made of sturdy materials. Not the kind that would hurt him if he struggled too much. Eggsy could even feel the soft, silky texture of the ribbon with the tip of his fingers. The very same kind that was used to blindfold him.

I could get myself out of this, he thought. They aren’t as tough as the ones we use at home. Thanks Harry and his obsession for intricate knots.

Eggsy was well on his way of freeing his hands, the knot loosened enough for him to ease his knuckles out if he just tried hard enough, when the door in front of him opened.

Then, nothing came.

A light breeze caressed Eggsy’s right arm, signalling him that someone just walked past.

The floor was carpeted, of course.

Someone was behind him, breathing softly and quietly, someone careful and gentle, for their fingers worked to untie first his hands then his blindfold without even straining the cloth. Not even once.

Calmer now than ever, and having smelt the familiar scent seconds ago, Eggsy exhaled dramatically, eyes still close, and asked:

“Explain, Harry.”

“Just a moment,” said his boyfriend, who had moved to play with the ties around Eggsy’s body. The man could use one of the many sharp weapons hidden in his suit but no, he had to have fun with the knots first.

“Now. If you don’t want me to put chili pepper in all of your mustard.”

“You’re not being fair. This is not my doing, by the way,” Harry said, looping the ties around his hand before carefully putting them on a hard surface.

“I thought you were on a mission.”

“I was, and I just got back. That was when Merlin told me of his grand plan.”

“Scheme,” corrected Eggsy.

“Scheme,” agreed Harry.

“So, what is this then? A funny prank of his on us?” Eggsy’s teeth would cease to exist if he didn’t stop grinding right about now.

Harry hummed, his voice came from somewhere near Eggsy’s face now, he was probably standing if Eggsy’s estimation was in any way accurate.

“I saw it, you know, you being tied to a chair, helpless. I was worried,” Eggsy said.

“Through your vision?”

“Yes.”

“What did you see?”

“Your shoes. I could see someone wearing your shoes, the ones I bought for you last month, on Valentine’s day. You were wearing it before you left for the mission yesterday.”

“My dear,” Harry whispered, “you are wearing the same ones.”

Fuck, Eggsy thought.

“Fuck,” he said aloud, earning a chuckle from Harry.

The shoes were their couple thing. Matching couple items that Eggsy had loved so much, to be using the same things Harry used, to share a special design of a mug, a pair of gloves, that his Harry also drank from or wore every day.

“It didn’t even cross my mind,” Eggsy admitted. Internally, he knew that there was rarely anything not-Harry could occupy his head for more than a span of two minutes. 

Harry’s hand came to touch his beloved cheek, his thumb brushed the smooth skin, the touch undoubtedly had a soothing effect on Eggsy who sighed minutely.

Fingers lingered on Eggsy’s jaw before sliding back to cup his nape, pulling him ever so lightly forward, a soft kiss fell on his forehead, his nose was filled with the warm scent of Harry.

Then, Harry backed away and said, “Open your eyes, Eggsy.”

Eggsy complied.

At Harry’s smile, he said, “Oh God.”

“That’s not what I was expecting.”

“Nor us!” Came Merlin voice from somewhere outside the room.

“You mean-?”

“I bought this ring on the 10th of February. I was, in all sense of the word, terrified that you would say no. So when you told me we should buy those pairs of shoes, I said yes,” smiled Harry, the corners of his eyes betraying his calm mask.

“Oh, Harry,” Eggsy said, sliding down to be on the same eye level as the man he love.

“I know you like us using matching-”

“Couple,” Eggsy said immediately.

“Couple things,” Harry laughed, an adoring look overwhelmed his entire expression, “Would you maybe consider marrying me, so that we can have the same set of rings now?”

“That’s not what I was expecting.”

“What?”

“Would you like to marry me? It’s what-”

“I do,” Harry said in a heartbeat.

“Harry!” Eggsy giggled and grabbed Harry’s shoulders, their lips meeting in soft whispers and fluid grace, the kind of practised ease that only people who had been together for a long time could perfect.

Couple shoes, couple mugs, couple gloves and now couple rings. Or engagement rings, as people would normally call it.

Eggsy and Harry would soon share yet another matching thing after this day.

The one-of-a-kind last name of Unwin-Hart.

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A - Hunting for cryptids/paranormal investigator AU, T - Coming into contact with a curse AU, W - Learning how to use dark magic AU(but in this case more like actually using it). This works well with an AU I came up with a long time ago so I guess this is both a prompt fill and a start of that AU.

Harry adjusted his night vision goggles as he crouched even lower behind a moss-covered rock. He tried to calm his heartbeat by breathing slower and inhaling deeper, the images of his last escape still fresh in his mind. In his ears, Hamish had let out at least ten different expletives, at least two of them were French.

Harry spun the communication wheel attached to his glove, selecting the yellow triangle which often meant Silent or I don’t know or in this case, for god’s sake, shut the fuck up, Hammy.

“Fine, I will,” said Hamish, or Merlin, as he always insisted when they went on this kind of trip. “But you have to admit that that was the closest you’ve got to being burnt and frozen!”

Harry nodded in agreement, but realised quite quickly that his friend and co-founder of the London Boys Seeking for Ghosts and All Kinds of Horrible Things couldn’t see it, so he settled for a green circle instead. If possible, Harry would choose to use every curse words he had accumulated for the last two decades or so, but considering there were an unknown fire-breathing creature and an ice imp hot on his trail right about now, the curses would have to wait.

“Get a move on Harry, the tracker you’ve managed to get on them are showing signs that you’re very close to being found out,” Merlin warned, the sound of him slurping a mango smoothie followed noisily.

Easy for you to say, Harry thought, biting his bottom lip. Merlin was in their truck tucked way outside the entrance of the forest, whereas Harry just narrowly escaped the doom cave by throwing smoke bombs and hitting a possible cryptid in the head with a tree branch. 

Harry was listening for any sound that might alert him of an imminent attack when suddenly a pained howl rang out.

“What was that?” Merlin asked.

Yellow triangle, Harry turned the gear to his left again, I don’t know.

“Hey, a tracker just stopped moving, it’s beeping still, though much slower than it was before,” Merlin reported. “Hey, do you think it’s resting? Giving up on the chase?”

No, Harry thought, remembering how familiar the howling sound was to the furred creature’s in the cave.

“Oh, the beeping, it’s stopped. It, did it shake your tracker off? How the hell-”

Harry leaned forward to check the surrounding area, there was nothing else around him but trees and the light of fireflies.

“Merlin, start the engine,” Harry whispered.

“What? Why? Do you think it’s coming for you?”

“No, no I don’t think so. The howl we heard, I think that was it. The beeping didn’t stop because my tracker fell off. I think,” Harry tied his shoelaces as tight as possible before continuing, “I think it stopped because he just died.”

“Do you think it was the ice bat? I mean, ice imp.”

Harry laughed, standing up at his full height now, and fixed his hair.

“I’d be dead if it was him,” Harry said and took off running.

“How so?”

“Because, Hammy,” he pulled out another smoke bomb labelled as ‘Garlic - Ugh’ while saying, “The fire one in the cave is at least a level 3, and I had already used a boiling spell on the imp.” He added before Merlin could cut in, “A strong one, Hammy.” 

“That means. That means whoever or whatever took down the cave being is at least a level 2. Oh, shit.”

“Or 1.”

“I’m starting the engine now, and,” Merlin paused, probably to check his tablet, “You’re less than 500m away from our vehicle. Fucking hurry up, Harry!”

But Harry didn’t have the time to reply, he traced back his old trail marked by tiny pebbles that were dipped in pixie dust, now illuminated by the moonlight, and found the path he had taken to explore the forest.

The wet earth stuck to his boots and made the ground slippery, twice now he almost slid off and fell before slowing down a little.

The trees, seemingly lifeless and silent hours ago, now all started to whispered to his ears: “He’s coming. He’s coming at last.”

“He’s coming for you, young one.”

“Oh, he was woken from his slumber and he has discovered you.”

“Run, boy, because he’ll find you in no time. He’s taken down the hell dog. And he’ll bring the same end to you if you don’t run now.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Shut up!” Harry cried.

“But I didn’t say anything.”

“Not you, Hammy. The tree spirits.”

“You mean those leafy ghosts? What do they say now?”

Taking out his sealed knife, Harry said in a rush, “That I’m gonna be dead if I don’t get back to you in time.”

“Huh, so exactly what I said. Thought that they’d say something more helpful,” Merlin laughed, spinning in his chair a little while staring at the screen, Harry was a few hundred metres away from the entrance now. He could see the frantic beeping transmitted from his friend’s tracker when the sound suddenly slowed down and settled into a steady rhythm.

One-two, one-two. It was as if Harry had already-

“Harry? Are you taking a breather?”

But there was no reply coming from the other end. So Merlin asked again and this time, he received a yellow triangle.

“Telling me to shut up again?” Merlin sighed, and watched as the glowing green dot minutely backed away from the entrance.

“Hello there,” came Harry’s voice, strangely calm this time despite being slightly out of breath.

“Hello? Harry, I’m right here, what are you-”

“They told me about you,” Harry carried on, completely ignoring Merlin’s question.

So Merlin tapped his screen to turn on the camera on Harry’s goggles, he rarely remembered to use this, since Harry needed another set of eyes for navigating the general area more than seeing what was right in front of him.

On the screen, though dark and grainy due to the lack of light source, Merlin could make out a human-like form taking shape and glowing gently from head to toes. 

Not three feet away from Harry, the ‘thing’ appeared to be a young male in his twenties. He had no clothes on, no shoes, yet his feet weren’t dirtied by the earth. His face was blessed with attractive features and he had a head of soft, silky hair.

‘He’ smiled at Harry and his eyes curved into the loveliest lines of half-moons. He beckoned Harry to come, blood of the fire creature still dripping from his fingers to the ground.

Shaking his head no, Harry asked him, “Did I wake you up?”

At the sight of what seemed to be a nod, Harry said, “I’m sorry, truly. I didn’t mean to disturb your sleep.”

He was treated to another beautiful smile this time, and the grip Harry had on his knife tightened. 

The male being took one step forward and Harry immediately stepped back. The distance between them remained the same. Around them, the trees wouldn’t stop their cries, some almost sobbing.

“He’s here, he’s here,” they chanted.

They screamed, “Run, boy, run!”

Some shouted, “Beg for his mercy, beg him for your life!”

But Harry swallowed drily and did neither. Instead, he quietly sent back a signal to Merlin who was waiting for him in the truck: a red cross.

It had always bear one meaning for them. Danger, do not proceed.

Harry listened for a confirmation on Merlin’s side and received nothing but static silence.

In front of him, the creature’s head was tilting, as if assessing his prey. Then, a steam of liquid-like light curled around his hands and the blood disappeared. He inspected his clean fingers and once pleased with them, spread his arms wide and approached Harry with no sign of stopping.

Startled, Harry took several instinctual steps back while brandishing his knife, the sharp blade of it pointing straight toward the creature’s direction.

“Don’t-” Harry warned, about to aim for his slender neck though how pretty it was.

But in his haste, Harry’s leg hit a tree and he almost lost his balance. In a blink of an eye, his wrist was caught in the creature’s steady hold, its other hand came down to Harry’s waist and rested at the small of his back.  

Upon the rough contact of his back and the tree bark, it dawned on Harry that he was without a doubt at the end of his rope this time. And yet, despite his picked up heart rate which was deafening to his ears, Harry stared calmly into the vari-coloured eyes of the one whose chest was on his.

Not using all his concentration on noticing how its almost translucent hair was reflecting the moonlight, Harry asked:

“Who are you? What are you?”

Opening his mouth to answer Harry, ‘he’ growled hoarsely.

“Slept for a long time, didn’t you?” Harry smirked. “Sorry, again, for causing all this ruckus. You’ll get to go back to sleep soon enough, once you’ve finished me.”

‘He’ furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.

“No? To the sleeping or the killing? Because the tree spirits have been doing a damn good job of assuring me of the latter.”

Another ‘no’.

Could Harry prolong his life by playing this ask and answer game? He could find a way to weasel himself out of the situation by confusing the creature with all types of answer. Maybe stabbing him in the abs and make a run for it, then calling for Merlin to come back and pick him up before this guy could eventually unleash his fury.

Harry was busy with his limited options when a hand came up to grab his neck and pulled him forward.

Oh, Harry thought, oh, turns out I’ll be dead by a broken neck huh?

And released his knife.

Merlin was already out of the door before he could see Harry’s signal on the screen telling him to go. He grabbed a few of his gadgets and a book of spells just in case Harry forgot which one to use again.

His tablet showed that he was only a few metres away from Harry when Harry’s inconsistent heart rate kept picking up then slowing down for a few seconds then sped up again. Going beep-beep-beep-beep frantically in the night.

‘At least he was alive’ was the only positive thought inside Merlin’s mind. And it was also the one thing that pushed him to run as though his lungs would explode and his legs would give out.

When he got there, close enough to see the both of them, Merlin almost dropped everything on his hands and gaped.

There Harry was, one hand stuck between their chests and the other pinned by the creature’s, back resting uncomfortably against the tree, and mouth softly pressed to a pair of warm lips.

His eyes were wide open from the sheer shock of it, just like Merlin’s were at the moment.

Licking Harry’s bottom lip, his ex-slayer or unknown male being who just stole his first kiss, said something to his ear in an unused voice. It was a scratchy sound that Harry could not comprehend. Although it could be from the fact that he had only two functioning brain cells left.

“What?” Harry asked, breathlessly.

“You,” ‘he’ repeated, slower and firmer this time, “You’re here.”

“Obviously,” Harry said, then regretted his idiotic remark.

But it did nothing besides making ‘he’ laugh, an airy sound coming from the back of his throat, like that of a wheezing man or a gust of wind.

“Yes. You’re here.” His fingers traced the line of Harry’s jaw and neck while his eyes followed the movement, like he was watching the most fascinating wonder in the world.

His eyes slid up after having looked their fill, his lips still wet and open, and Harry felt a phantom pain in his chest, one so deep and vicious it was akin to having his heart carved out by someone who then slowly and meticulously sliced the softest part of it.

“And here I thought you’d never come back.” He said and gave Harry’s throat a soft bite, his teeth lingered on the heat of the skin and the closeness of Harry’s warmth.

“My betrothed,” he uttered, pressing his lips to Harry’s at last.

And with that, the trees ceased their crying.

Around them, all sounds had receded, sucked into a dark abyss born from the appearance of the one who once ruled over the forest.

Trapped between a tree and an unknown creature who could end his life with his bare hands, Harry sighed.

Well, if kissing would buy me more time to come up with better ideas, he thought before pulling the unclothed waist to himself and finally started to kiss back.

♟: Patching up a woundand ♧: One character playing with the other’s hair

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“Nurse, did you come here to tell me I’m going to die?” asked the bandaged man on the hospital bed when he heard the sound of a door opening.

Eggsy’s steps halted for the briefest of moments, but he quickly resumed making his way to the chair beside the occupied bed as if the nature of that question didn’t unnerve him a little. 

He pulled the chair closer, careful not to make any excessive noise, and sat down slowly.

“Oh God, you didn’t answer me,” the man groaned, his head lolling tiredly on the feather-soft pillow, “I’m for sure gonna- going to die, aren’t I?”

Pausing in the middle of checking the head wound and adjusting the white wrapping around it, Eggsy couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle.

“No, you’re perfectly fine, Harry. It’s just going to take you several days resting and you’ll be right as rain again.” His eyes softened perceptively at the utterance of the man’s name, he was hardly trying to hide the fondness in voice anyway.

“Then how come I feel so woozy? Here?” Harry’s finger was meant to indicate his head, but it just wobbled in the air and came to a shaky stop on his chest.

“That’s because you did something extremely careless and quite frankly, bloody stupid, and now we have to pump a lot of stuff inside you to keep you from being miserable.”

As he talked, Eggsy’s hands gently pulled the blanket up and tucked them neatly right under the vicinity of Harry’s neck, making him look like an over-large, cocooned caterpillar.

“Pumping inside me!” Harry guffawed at the phrase, his nose crunched up and the lines of his eyes more pronounced. “Wait until it’s our third date at least.”

Eggsy leaned against his chair, propping his chin up with a palm, he asked, “What?” Which was just as eloquent as he could manage considering the situation.

“Normally I don’t put out easy, you know? But you are an incredibly beautiful man whose hair colour I can’t really make out, but that’s alright because I don’t mind finding out later, and your voice sounds nice and you look like you’d make a good boyfriend. Or husband. Whatever suits you, to be honest.”  

Stunned, Eggsy shifted all the more closer until it was merely the scant distance of a hand-width that separated them both.

“What did you just say?”

“That you’d be a really great husband. Maybe mine. I don’t know, would you like to? Be my husband that is.” Harry was mumbling his words now and Eggsy had to hunch over to catch what he was saying.

Harry’s fingers made an attempt to catch the silky sunlight and found it in the softness of Eggsy’s hair, the touches were shy and he would only let them whisper at the tip of the strands.

“Yes. Your hair is perfect,” he confirmed with sure confidence. “Now I’m afraid you’re way too out of my league. Can you just forget what I said?” And he was pouting now, a hint of sadness dawned on his face and the charming sight of it made the core of Eggsy’s heart turn impossibly warmer.

Finally, he said, “I will, if you go to sleep.” And his left hand came up to cup Harry’s like a promise, a reassurance, or simply out of a rush of affection currently overwhelming him.

As if taken over by a spell, one mixed with sheer exhaustion and amount of morphine in his veins, Harry nodded obediently and closed his heavy eyelids.

Eggsy’s hand kept its hold well until Harry’s deep in his slumber, his fingers occasionally brushed at the back of Harry’s hand, a glint of gold adorned Eggsy’s ring finger.

“I, for one, think that you’re exactly within my league, husband.” 

“Do you think I’m ugly?” Eggsy asked after feeding Harry a spoonful of cheesecake. His husband calmly chewed, which took no time at all because the thing just melted on his tongue, and swallowed before saying, “Well, do you think I’m old?” 

It got him a strong reaction, because Eggsy just stood up instantly and slammed the table, rattling the plates and a burning candle, “Who the fuck tell you that you’re old?” Give me their names so I’ll make sure they’d never speak again was immediately understood.  

Harry smiled indulgently, “No one. But it’s the truth, isn’t it? That I’m old.” 

“You’re older than me, you’re not old like grandpa old.” 

“Careful,” warned Harry, who leaned back in his chair and placed his hand on the table, palm open, “we don’t want to have our first fight as a couple for that.”  

“I mean, I like you for so many things, and I have never paid any attention to your age,” Eggsy went on without acknowledging Harry’s joke, “you’re smart, sarcastic, straightforward, honestly so so hot, and you just, fit me, in all the right places.” 

“Therefore, the fact that I’m old-” he quickly added from the burning look in Eggsy’s eyes, “-er than you is not a matter at all?”

Eggsy shook his head violently. 

“Okay. So,” Harry leaned back in and held the fork with his three fingers, long and elegant they were, and stabbed down a substantial chunk of cheesecake, “here’s what I like about you: you’re clever, incorrigibly brave and kind, your thighs could and did kill a man, you have lived through many hardships for your mother and Daisy to be safe, and since I’m a vain man, you’re beautiful the way constellations are beautiful to the eye of an astronomer.” 

He lifted it to nudge at Eggsy’s mouth, “Open for me.” And Eggsy did. He tasted creamy and smooth cheese, sugary sweetness, a hint of sour raspberry, and a lot of Harry’s love. He was uncertain if what had opened was his mouth or his heart. 

“So,” he said as a grin gradually crept on his face, “I’m the stars to your astronomer then?” 

“No, love,” Harry placed both hands on the table to get closer and lick the piece of cake off Eggsy’s bottom lip, softly, he said, “you are the entire universe to a mortal man, I’m afraid.”

“And this universe loves you,” Eggsy kissed him back, on the mouth. 

Tilting his neck to deepen the kiss, Harry smiled, “And this universe loves me.”

The world needs you. I need you.

You’re a fixed point in my timeline.

I’d happily rearrange my life so that we could be together sooner.

I miss your hair.

And your dimples.

And your red bathrobe.

I wish we had more time.

Who the fuck are you?

I’d rather be with you.

My life is in your hands.

Like in My Fair Lady?

You’re full of surprises.

Be with me?

Way to say “I love you, too”: