#*promptfills

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.

“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.”

“I want to go home…” says Daisy after Eggsy checks out the sixth item on his shopping list. They are at Tesco for their weekly grocery shopping, it is getting increasingly crowded and the swarm of people who are all taller than her is making Daisy agitated. 

Eggsy bends down to kiss the top of his sister’s head, “I just need to get some things and we’ll go home, love. Won’t be too long. Promise.” This seems to placate her somewhat as she nods and starts sucking on her thumb again. 

Ten minutes later, Eggsy places the box of napkins in his shopping cart and announces sunnily, “There, finish! It wasn’t that hard, was it?” There’s no tiny chirping sound of answer from his Daisy, so looks away from his list to his left, then right, and finds that Daisy is nowhere to be found. 

“Daisy?” he calls out, but the music playing over the speaker drowns out his voice, the deluge of shoppers doesn’t help either. 

He pushes his cart around the corners, then to the cereal aisle, and the candy and chocolate one, still no sign of Daisy. This is not good. Extremely bad.

“Daisy? Daisy?” Eggsy shouts a little bit louder, standing on tiptoes to look for a tiny girl with yellow jacket and red ribbon in her hair. If anything happened to her, he couldn’t even imagine that scenario, his heart constricts painfully at the thought. 

“Eggsy?” a voice calls down from above and it makes Eggsy look up. There, on the next aisle, Daisy is waving at him, a smile on her face. Eggsy walks briskly to the end of the shelves, the urge to abandon his cart overwhelming his relief. 

When he nears her, Eggsy realises Daisy is sitting happily on the shoulders of an older gentleman, who’s tapping her right leg in a soothing manner, he points to Eggsy and asks Daisy something. The girl laughs and nods. 

“Your sister is quite crossed with you-” 

“Oh thank God you found her-” 

They say at the same time, then cutting themselves off in the middle of their own sentences.

The man laughs first and he carefully lifts Daisy off his shoulders with both hands, she flails her hands at Eggsy until she’s back safely in his arms. 

“She was crying at the ice cream chiller aisle,” he says by way of explaining. 

“Harry bought me this!” Daisy chirped, waving her Cornetto ice cream cone. “He says it’s easy for me to look for you if I’m taller than everyone else here.” 

“Oh,” Eggsy breathes. “Thank you- thank you so much. I thought-” 

“It’s alright. I’m glad I could help. We were about to have the employees call you on the speaker, it was our plan C,” the man, Harry, smiles. 

“What was plan B?” asks Eggsy, confused. 

“Yell Eggsy Unwin still watches The Little Mermaid when he’s twenty-three really loudly,” says Daisy proudly. 

“Oh, God,” he pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s managed to almost lose his sister and embarrass himself in front of an attractive man all in one day. Wait, attractive?

“Well, aren’t you glad we didn’t have to resort to that.” 

“Profoundly,” laughs Eggsy. Seeing Harry is about to say his goodbye and leave, Eggsy hastily adds, “I’m sorry, you did me a huge favour and I don’t even know our name.” 

Harry pulls out a white business card from his jacket pocket and says, “Harry Hart. Pleased to meet you.” There is a bright gleam in his eyes, his dimples make Eggsy’s heart lurch slightly, dangerous, this. 

“The pleasure is all mine,” says Eggsy, taking the card and smiles, a hint of blush permeating his cheeks. 

“I’m afraid I have to leave now, needs must. But do come to my shop if you have to alter your suits.” 

That elicits a laugh out of Eggsy, “Yeah, okay. Just that I don’t have one is all.” Harry’s smile falters, he takes it as a rejection, Eggsy realises with a start.

Quickly, as if it’s never happened, Harry says, “Pity, your build would fit one beautifully.” He winks and waves at Daisy. 

“What do you say about Adidas tees?” Eggsy calls after the man’s back, it’s possibly his worst attempt to salvage any situation.

Coming to an abrupt halt, Harry says over his shoulders, “I’ve never turned down a challenge.” 

And that’s the story Eggsy chooses to tell their friends and family; he wisely omits to mention the sordid details of Harry taking on the challenge in dressing room two the following day.    

Meeting at Tesco and becoming a Kingsman spy is already a tale magical enough to trump Cinderella’s. 

 dialogue writing prompts

“Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven?” Eggsy wiggled his eyebrows and paired it with a tiny boyish smirk for good measure. The man in front of him closed the book in his hands, which was open at a page showing several rare species of butterflies, and leaned back into his swivel chair, gaze stern and unrelenting. 

“Nope. Not that one. I’m halfway through my 50s and I can tell you, quite frankly, that the pick-up line you just used is years older than me. Try another one,” said Harry. 

Exasperated and a little bit embarrassed, Eggsy muttered, “We’ve been here for an hour, exhausting everything I know about dating and you still tell me nothing of that worked?” 

“Well, Gary dear,” began Harry, “when you came and asked me for help in “wooing,“” his fingers miming the air-quotes, “this particular person that you happen to fancy, you begged me to be as strict as possible.” 

“I know, I know. But how could every trick under the sun turn out to be useless?” Eggsy groaned as he took off his cap, sweat was making the hair on his head damp and he hated the feeling. 

Pushing the book away, Harry shifted forward with his elbows on his knees, face coming ever closer to Eggsy, he said, “Look, Eggsy. The problem here isn’t your experience, or maybe lack thereof, in the art of courting someone with a different background or social status from you. You’re charming and clever, I’d even say you’re more good-looking than most, and you have heart,” he patted Eggsy’s shoulder, “so if you know how to utilise your strengths, I’m sure that just about anyone would fall in love with you.” 

“Really?” asked Eggsy, breathless from the proximity. 

Harry nodded, “A bit of advice, instead of cheesy opening lines, how about you ask them about their interests? Show that you care, make it about them instead of you, let them open up first.” 

“That sounds reasonable,” Eggsy’s brain was working at full speed.

“Obviously,” Harry made to pick the book back up, but Eggsy was quicker and closer, the book sat firmly on his ex-protégé’s lap. 

“Say, Harry,” Eggsy started, eyes glued to the cover of The Butterflies of The Malay Peninsula, “Do you think this book is good? You keep re-reading it from time to time. Even brought it to work once.” 

Interest. Attention. Display of careful observation. 

“Of course it is,” Harry said. “It has a detailed life history of butterflies of the Malay Peninsula as well as amazing, undiscovered information about some of my favourite species.” His hand shot out to reclaim the book but was met with obstruction from Eggsy’s. 

“Care to show me?”

“I’m afraid it’ll bore you to death,” Harry laughed. 

“No, it won’t. In fact, I’d love to learn more about how you got to like these winged insects from the beginning,” Eggsy smiled a shy smile, twinkling blue-green eyes that almost got Harry lost for a moment. 

In the next hour, they sat there talking about nothing but Harry’s hobby with the occasional interjections from Eggsy, mainly more questions that kept Harry going even more in-depth about certain topics. 

“Okay,” Harry said, checking his clock on the wall and while feeling unsure about changing the topic, “but, forgive me for my bluntness, shouldn’t you be at home and planning the conquest of your mysterious beloved?” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s in progress.” The grin and half-moon eyes were a huge distraction to Harry, whose heart hadn’t quite recovered from the news that Eggsy had his eyes set on someone else and not him, not even close. 

“If you say so,” he shrugged. 

“By the way, have you got plans for the evening? I know this amazing Chinese place that just opened near here,” suggested Eggsy. 

Harry was befuddled, he was rarely anything less than informed, “Why don’t you ask them out there first?” Instead of me?

“I just want to hear your opinions. You know how I cherish them.” Eggsy’s face was resting on his palm, a picture of innocence. 

“Fine. We’ll leave in an hour,” the older man let out a long exhale, “I do hope after everything you put me through, your crush doesn’t turn you down. You know how I hate lending my shoulders, it messes with my shirts.” 

Hook, line, and sinker. 

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Eggsy shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his shoulders rigid and still like a wall, his palms clammy and only a little bit shaky. Around him, people were either mumbling about how they missed their mums or giggling excessively. The heavy head on his right shoulder, though, was hot and would probably be the leading cause for his impending heart-attack. He sighed and checked his watch, careful to not jiggle his arm too much, to see it was only half past eleven.

Boasters, the lot of them, Eggsy thought, and I’ll never let these fools forget about it.  

Usually, in the history book of tragic events, every bad idea was started as a joke. A dare, in their case. One moment it was Merlin’s out-of-the-blue claim that he could withstand at least six glasses before losing consciousness. The next was Percival’s derisive snort and his clearly worded “as if you could” and now all seven - Dagonet was just an unsuspected casualty - of them were moving two tables together at The Black Prince, because what else could a bunch of bored spies do to spend their free time on a Friday night?

However, merely chugging down beer was scarcely regarded of as entertaining. “Therefore,” Roxy had decided, “we should play games, you know, something simple to take the edge off first, and see how it goes.”

Eggsy volunteered to order them the first round of Gin and Tonic and after he had brought all seven glasses to the table, came to a bitter realisation that the only empty seat left was between Dagonet and Roxy. His Harry, no, only Harry, had happily settled himself at the head of the their makeshift table and was idly reading something decidedly less interesting than Eggsy on his mobile.

The edge, it seemed, was actually never taken off.

Because their very first attempt of playing a fun drinking game was Truth or Dare, and regrettably turned into Truth or Drink without a single protest, which prompted Merlin to nearly annihilated everyone else. He was their handler and the only person with unlimited access to personal information after all.

Eggsy angrily sipped after Merlin’s question, “Who here would you most like to see naked?”

Their second and third rounds were sponsored by Harry, whose choices were Martinis - he and Eggsy exchanged secretive smirks at this - and surprisingly enough, Cosmopolitans. “They’re pretty to look at,” he shrugged. Like you, Eggsy’s traitorous mouth almost added. He prevented it by gluing his lips on the rim of his glass, there was a time and place for it, hopefully.  

They played Heads or Tails and a few matches of tippy cup after that. Eventually, Merlin stood up and declared it was long overdue for the actual challenge that sparked the night’s events. He waved the bartender and once he had the man’s attention, announced, “Thirty-five tequila shots! Please!” and sat back under the dubious glances from his colleagues.

The man is insane, Eggsy gasped and darted his eyes to Harry’s direction, a blessed reflex, and saw him give him a wink.

“He’s like that,” Harry mouthed.

Eggsy giggled and that singular action somehow made Harry’s grin grew a fraction wider.

“Never have I ever,” Roxy chirped once everyone had had their shots delivered.

Several assenting grumbles sounded, Percival just glared at Merlin and said, “Sure.”

They went clockwise, starting at Roxy who was sitting on Eggsy’s right, and ending at Merlin, who was playing third wheel in seat next to James and Percival.

Roxy whose sense of self-preservation was virtually non-existent, said with an air of mock solemnity, “Never have I ever carried a dog during my training.”

With a sigh, Eggsy took his first shot, feeling the alcohol making its way down his throat like liquid fire burning every inch of his insides, and made eye contact with Harry, who also downed his glass in one go.

“Never have I ever made out with one of my colleagues,” Eggsy said with abandon and sat back to watch Roxy, Percival, James, and Dagonet begrudgingly drank their first shots.

“Never have I ever dreamt of anyone at this table,” said Dagonet, and mercilessly appended, “in a biblical sense.”

Eggsy, James, Harry, Eggsy noted with interest, and Percival all drank.

“Never have I ever cried while watching Titanic,” mused Harry, earning himself glares from the rest, who raised his eyebrows and chuckled, “Really? All of you? I’d never guess.”

After that, all hell broke loose.

“Do you think we should tell your mum about us?” Eggsy asked between kisses. It was long past midnight, the others had gone out for a rave not too far from their dorm. The curtains were drawn and moonlight seeped in, to their bed, to their bodies, and on their faces.

Apparently, Harry’s full attention was on Eggsy’s throat and jaw and collar bone, so he had to repeat it. 

“I mean, I’ve already told mine. In the summer. It went amazingly well,” he said and propped his upper body up with his arms, bringing Harry with him as he went. 

Harry just buried his head in the curve of his boyfriend’s neck, and muttered something terrifying shy and small into it. 

Eggsy petted his head, “What did you say?”  

“I said, she’d known about this since I was a freshman.” 

“Freshman? But back then, I was dating Tilde,” asked Eggsy, incredulity filled his voice. 

“Yeah,” said Harry, the rumble of his chest a low thrumming sound to Eggsy’s heart. 

“You mean?” 

“Yes.”

“Oh my god. And you didn’t tell me?” Three years, bloody hell.

“It seemed impossible at the time. I was interested. You were not. I didn’t want to, erm, intrude.” He fingered the hem of Eggsy’s tee.  

“I liked you first, you know,” Eggsy giggled at the memory. “I was gone on you the moment you lent me your pencil in our first class together. It was embarrassing; Roxy teased me for weeks. But you acted aloof and distant so I thought you weren’t too into the idea.” 

“Oh. But I were!” Harry looked for the first time since Eggsy asked him the question, his left cheek burned red from the pressure and something else. “Still am.” His head fell back to where it was before.

“Oh, I know.” Eggsy patted Harry’s semi-clothed bum. It was a nice bum. Everything about his boyfriend was nice to be honest. 

They almost resumed their interrupted snogging session when Eggsy snorted, quite inelegantly, “I can’t believe the captain of the football team had a crush on me.” 

“Oh shut up. You were the one who fell in love with me at first sight.” Harry moved to straddle Eggsy’s thighs, his hand bunching into fists on the sheet. 

Eggsy melted forward, hands on his hips, pulling him down to meet at another small kiss, his vision blurred and sharpened at the same time, “Hmm, we are both idiots.” 

“No, you are.” He teased and received another pat on his arse. 

Palms cupping Harry’s face, he crinkled his nose, “Yeah but this idiot is your boyfriend. You have to keep me, it’s against the company policy when you’ve tampered with the product.” 

Harry leaned into the warmth and his dry lips made contact with Eggsy’s fingers, “Alright. I never plan to return you anyway.”