#damntective

The glorious @damntective tagged me to do this soo...

Name: Acacia Birthday: 14th April 1997 Gender: Female Relationship status: Relationship? HAHAHAHAHA Siblings: Two younger sisters favorite color: Dark blue or dark green Wake up and sleep time: On weekdays, it ranges from 7:30am-7:40am. On weekends, I get up whenever. I go to sleep when I’m tired, really.

Love or lust: Either, to be honest.

Lemonade or ice tea: Lemonade. I’ve never actually had iced tea. Coke or pepsi: They both taste the same to me? Day or night: Night, for sure. I’m not a morning person. Text or call: I like to text. I can’t call people. There are too many empty silences and I end up saying something weird. Makeup or natural: I can’t makeup, so natural. Met a celebrity: I haven’t actually met any celebrities. I plan to go to a lot more film premiers next year, though. Light or dark hair: Dark hair. Shorter or taller: Taller. Intelligence or attraction: Either or. Chapstick or lipstick: See “makeup or natural”. City or country: City, for sure. I only lived in the country for a few months when I was younger and I hated it. Moving back to the city was wonderful. Last song you listened to: Emperor’s New Clothes - Panic! At the Disco

@damntective replied to your photoset “Harry Hart - Me  Flower Crown - My Aesthetic ”

I LOVE THIS PHOTOSET SO FUCKING MUCH

Eggsy stood up with great difficulty, his brain hammering inside his head. Apparently his body had not enjoyed that last jump in time. 

He finally stood up, wincing as his back cracked. Never mind that he looked like a twenty five year old; he was getting too old for this shit. He looked around, freezing as he recognized the spot in mere seconds. 

This was Kingsman’s HQ, although it looked... less old. Yes, definitely less old. There weren’t any smudges in the walls from where Percival or James had tested their different bombs. 

It was quieter too, there were no agents or handlers screaming around. 

Eggsy frowned, making his way down the hall. He stopped in front of the recruit room, hearing voices inside. 

So there were recruits? What year was it? He knew he had gone back into the past, but he had no idea how far back. 

He bit his lip, pushing the door open. There he found twelve recruits scattered around the room, some chatting, some resting on the beds, and one boy reading a large black tome. 

Eggsy inhaled sharply as the young man looked up at him, his eyes silently curious. Eggsy knew those eyes. They were the same eyes that smiled at him every morning, and the same eyes that grew dark and hungry at night when he kissed and touched the owner of those eyes. 

Those were Harry’s eyes. Those were his lover’s eyes. 

Bloody hell, he had gone back twenty five years. He suddenly smiled at the ridiculousness of the moment, not sure what to make of himself. Harry knew his face now. Suddenly his stomach dropped. 

What if this changed the future?

He didn’t want to lose his partner. 

Harry suddenly stood up and approached him, his eyes guarded. “Pardon me but who are you?” 

Eggsy breathed out, not quite sure what to tell this younger version of Harry. Should he tell him the truth and risk him thinking Eggsy was crazy? Should he tell him he loved him and that this was the strangest thing he had experience? or should he tell him how utterly adorable he was? 

The young man frowned, taking a step back. “What’s the matter?” 

Eggsy suddenly blushed, realizing he hadn’t answered anything. “My name’s Gary. Gary Unwin, but everyone calls me Eggsy.” He gave Harry a minute smile, hoping that he wouldn’t question him much further. 

It is indeed!!! THANK YOU