#eggsy request

You watch from beside the building as Merlin steps out into the light, Eggsy in a bright orange suit standing with an umbrella down on the street as he waits for Merlin to reach him, and you gasp when Eggsy holds a gun up.

“How do I know it wasn’t you?” he yells over the sound of the pouring rain. Merlin’s reply is muffled, but Eggsy soon lowers his gun, and both men turn to face your way, your cue to step out. You make your way slowly over the rubble that was left of the tailor’s shop to stand beside Merlin, then when you finally look up at Eggsy’s face, you notice a tear roll down it. He’s opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out as he tries desperately to search for the words he wants to say, and his head spins.

“Come on, doomsday protocol,” Merlin announces, breaking the awkward silence between you both.

“What’s that?” Eggsy asks, looking up at him with a sniffle.

“Let’s go find out, shall we?” Merlin responds. You follow behind the two men as Merlin leads the way, Eggsy sneaking glances at you every couple of minutes. There was a lot of history between you both, and this was the first time you’d seen each other since your dad had been shot in America almost a year ago.

Your relationship had been close up until that point, but Tilde had taken over, and the person who had supported you the most suddenly disappeared, leaving you alone, depressed, and angry. Angry at the person who’d killed your dad, angry at yourself, and most of all angry at Eggsy, for making you fall in love with him then ditching you as if you were nothing to him. You’d left soon after him and Tilde had moved in to together, not wanting to be in the same city as them, and had hidden away in Scotland thanks to some contacts Merlin had.

Coming back was a massive decision for you, and not one that you had taken lightly, but Merlin had managed to convince you, and now this had happened. You weren’t sure how Eggsy was feeling, but you couldn’t deny the rush of feelings that had taken over your body when you’d seen his face. He’d changed since you last saw him, he seemed to have grown up, his body seemed much more muscular, his face had hardened a little, but you still saw the sweet Eggsy you remember in his eyes.

You soon arrive at the wine merchants shop, and once Merlin explains you’re from Kingsman, you’re led into a well lit basement with carvings along the walls and a huge table running from one end to the other. Staying quiet behind the two men, you keep to one end of the table as they walk along either side of it, then Merlin notices something on one of the carvings, unlocking a hidden safe and revealing a bottle of whiskey.

“A toast?” Merlin asks, turning to face you with the bottle in his hands. Eggsy nods, grabbing three glasses and gestures for you to come down and join them. He pulls a chair out for you and you take a seat, then he grabs the one next to you as Merlin settles in opposite you both. He pours the whiskey in the glasses, then slides them across the table so you all have one.

“A toast, to Harry,” he announces, raising his glass. Eggsy looks at you as he lifts his as well, and you join the men, clinking your glasses together in the middle of the table and taking a sip.

“To JB,” Eggsy says, his bottom lip quivering a little.

“To Roxy,” you join in, the glasses coming together once again. The circle begins again, each saying a name you were toasting to, and the drink was disappearing fast, although you and Eggsy still hadn’t exactly spoken to one another. He kept looking at you as if he wanted to say something, but his alcohol levels weren’t enough to give him the courage yet, and you hated that he didn’t have the guts yet.

The conversation soon descended into drunken tears about fallen comrades and how much you all wanted something to eat, then there were some slurred words about going to America and Merlin went off to try and organise flights for you all, so you could see where this trail would lead you. The room was suddenly put into an awkward silence, and the air felt heavy around you both.

“I’m-”

“Why did you leave me?” you ask, cutting him off.

“I… I didn’t mean to… It was a difficult time, I-”

“Forget it. Just forget it like you forgot me.”

“Forget you? Are you joking? I never forgot you, how could I?” he asks, putting down his glass with force on the table.

“Well you did a pretty good job at pretending then. Why didn’t you call me? Text me? Anything?” you retort, pushing your chair out so you can turn your body sideways to face him.

“I tried...”

“Not very hard.”

“I did! I wanted so desperately to be there for you, but Tilde… She… She’s insecure.”

“Oh, well I’m so sorry that your girlfriend’s insecure,” you say sarcastically, narrowing your eyes at him, “I fell for you during the hardest time of my life and you just left me.”

“You left too!” he almost shouts, then your tears start to fall, running down your cheeks softly as he looks at you, “I was going to tell you how much I wanted to be with you, but thought it wasn’t the right time, that you were still grieving. Then you disappeared… Please don’t cry, I hate to see you cry.”

He places his hands on your cheeks, wiping the fresh tears with his thumbs as they trickle out, and he turns his body towards you.

“Never stopped loving you, y’know,” he whispers softly.

“Ditto,” you manage to say, then Eggsy leans in to kiss you gently. The kiss ignites flames inside both of you, and the tension that filled the room dissipates as passion takes over. Your teeth clash as the kiss deepens, the drink making you both a little sloppy in your movements as you try to stand at the same time without breaking apart. Eggsy manages to perch you on the long table, then you open your legs for him to stand in between and your hands travel down his shirt to his trousers, fumbling blindly with the fastening.

“Fuck,” you mumble when your attempts fail and you have to pull away from him. He smiles, then starts to undo it himself as you hop off of the table and quickly shimmy out of your jeans and underwear, then get back in position. When he’s done, he stops for a second to take in the sight before him, your legs spread wide, ready to take him in, and he wished how he’d had more guts before, then he wouldn’t have wasted the past few months with Tilde.

“I’m not… doing this… because… I’m drunk...” he mutters between kisses.

“Nor me,” you reply, stroking him between your bodies. He groans at your touch, then you reach underneath and cup him, giving him gentle squeezes as you quicken up your hand along his shaft.

“Careful… not gonna last… long,” he moans, his lips leaving wet kisses down your neck. You let go of him, then guide him into you as you shuffle yourself forward, and your hands come up to grip onto his shoulders as he fills you up. He buries his face in your neck as he relishes in the feeling of being inside you, then starts to move slowly, his hips rocking back and forth as you bite down on his shoulder and let out a staggered groan. Your hands slide up his neck then weave their way through his hair as he leans on the table with one hand as the other holds your arse, trying desperately to pull you against him as much as he could. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he starts to pant, his movements getting quicker with the encouraging noises you were making.

“I love you,” he breathes, “fuck, so much.”

“Love you too,” you exhale, before letting out another moan of satisfaction as he thrusts even harder, his skin hitting against yours with a gratifying slap. You’re barely on the edge of the table, but right now you don’t care as Eggsy takes care of you in all the ways you’ve wanted him to for a long time. You reach your orgasm more quickly than you’d like, but this  what was you’d been fantasising about since you left, and you couldn’t hold on any longer as his hand from your bum slid in between you both and pressed on your sweet spot intermittently. You lower your hands from his head as your fingers dig into his shoulders, and you feel your thighs start to shake as your body lets go with an almighty shudder.

Eggsy keeps going as you pant through the rest of your high, then his head lifts from your neck to look at you as he halts and lets go inside, your arousals seeping out onto the table as you stay there staring into each others eyes.

“Never leaving you again,” he breathes, stroking your cheek.

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A/N: I struggled with this one, not sure if this was what you were after.

Another night, another meal for one in your tiny flat, sitting at your tiny table made for one person. Killing time after work was so dull without Eggsy, but you didn’t want to seem too clingy to him, even thought he said he didn’t mind. You get your phone out and send him a text.

-Got a lot to not do, let me kill it with you? X

-Be over in 5 mins babe xxxx

True to his word, he arrives within minutes, honking the horn of car to get your attention, and of course to avoid the wonky stairs that lead up to your flat. You practically run down the stairs, flinging open the passenger door and jump inside next to him, the smell of take away mixed with his fresh spray of cologne leaving your head spinning. He takes you back to his, the way it always goes, and you wind the window down all the way to feel the cool night air on your face.

He drapes one of his wrists lazily over the steering wheel as he drives, and you laugh as he looks over at you with his tongue extended from his lips. Neither of you had a care in the world when together, the silence calming instead of awkward, and thoughts freely flowed between you, the worry of saying something stupid not even existing.

Your eyes run along the facades of the houses that you’d passed a million times before, but you loved riding along these roads with Eggsy next to you, and somehow it never got old or seemed repetitive. He was magic like that, everything seemed new and exciting when you were with him, nothing was ever boring, and he was like a ray of sunshine bursting through a dark cloud.

There was nothing in particular to say, but Eggsy always found something, talking as if it was the most important thing on his mind, and you listened in earnest, taking in every single word that fell from his lips.

“I was reading something the other day about stars,” he starts, briefly looking away from the road to see your eyes gazing at him lovingly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. The bigger the star, the shorter its life. Burns up fuel like mad. The sun though, can literally keep going for like, ten billion years. That’s mental ain’t it?” he laughs.

“Crazy,” you smile, running your hand down his arm that’s leaning on the gear stick, “I like you.”

“That right? Well that’s lucky, ‘cause I like you too.”

“Good,” you grin, “where are we going?”

“Mine.”

“Perfect.”

It was the same every time, no matter what day, week, month, season, he’d be there in his car, waiting out front for you to come down and join him. Even on the coldest days when layers of long sleeves were not enough to keep the chill out, and he had the heating full blast inside the car, he’d be there. Even on days he was knackered after work, the tiredness heavy on his eyes, he’d be there waiting, the engine running as he waits for you to hop in beside him.

You watch as Eggsy’s mouth falls open, unable to contain how turned on he was at eyeing your body as you dance in the middle of the club, and you give him a wink, almost knocking him off of his feet. One look from you could do all sorts of things to him, and you knew it.

Ever since he’d got this new job he’d been a bit distant, not flirting with you like he used to, and it hurt, but this was one way to torture him and hopefully get him back to his old self. He wanted nothing more than to walk right up to you, pull you against his body and have his way with you in the middle of the dance floor, but he couldn’t. His job made things difficult, especially relationships; if he got involved with you it could put you at risk and that was the last thing he wanted to do, but you were making it so hard for him not to touch you.

Eggsy moves towards you through the crowd, his fingers flexing as they try not to reach out and feel your soft skin beneath them. His hand comes up as he stops inches away from you, your body still moving to the music provocatively, but his senses tell him to stop, leave you alone, and it lowers again. His eyes scan over your lips, the soft plumpness inviting him to taste them, but all he feels is poison, unable to let himself be overcome by your prowess. He felt as if he were chained up, unable to move away from you, but he didn’t want them to be broken.

“Eggsy,” you whisper as your lips connect with his ear, “I need you.”

Your hot breath sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew he couldn’t contain himself any more, he was caught up in your web and his hand comes up to touch you, your skin damp from the hot club, your black lace dress gripping onto your curves with the sweat that beaded your body. His eyes almost roll back into his head when he feels you, but he’s torn between walking away and letting you be.

“(Y/N),” he sighs, thinking about the way you’d whispered his name, wondering what it would sound like if you screamed his name instead. He lets go of you as if your body were flames and he’d got burned, but it’s too late, he’s in too deep and the poison from your lips seeps down his throat as you kiss him.

“I can’t,” he says, pulling away and making his way back through the crowd to the exit. You follow him close behind, breaking into a short jog to catch up with him outside in the cold night air.

“Eggsy, wait, where are you going?” you ask, reaching out and holding onto his arm. He spins around to face you, your cheeks flushed as you stand there shivering in your little black dress.

“You don’t understand, I wanna touch you, so badly, but I can’t let myself do it,” he replies, “it’s complicated, I just can’t.”

Eggsy walks through the empty hallways at Kingsman to his office, dropping off some files before getting ready to finally head home after almost a week away on an assignment. He comes up to your office and smiles, knowing he’ll be seeing you when he gets in, then peeks in through the window and frowns when he sees you slumped over your desk.

“She didn’t go home did she?” Arthur asks as he walks up behind Eggsy.

“Apparently not,” Eggsy replies.

“I told her two hours ago to get going. Never listens, that one!” Arthur chuckles, “good to see you back Galahad, now go and take your wife home.”

“I will do, thanks,” Eggsy smiles, opening your door quietly. He tiptoes across the room to your chair, then lightly taps your shoulder until you start to blink awake.

“Oh, hey you,” you smile sleepily.

“Hey yourself. Come on, I need to get you home,” Eggsy smirks, getting your coat for you and wrapping it around your shoulders. You walk silently to his car, too tired to even attempt to strike up a conversation right now, then he drives you both home and helps you up the stairs to bed. As soon as your head hits the pillow you’re off, and Eggsy laughs at how cute you are when you’re sleepy, then gets into his pyjamas and joins you.

When you wake up, you reach out to the opposite side of the bed for Eggsy’s body, but there’s only an empty space. You think about the dream you’d had last night, Eggsy coming into your office and fucking you on your desk, and you can’t help but rub your legs together excitedly as you remember every detail of it. A sigh escapes from you then you throw the covers off and head downstairs to find Eggsy, more than ready to re-enact some parts of your dream.

Eggsy sits at the kitchen table, his feet resting on the chair opposite him as he eats his breakfast, leaving you to have a lie in after a long day yesterday, and hums along to the radio.

“Morning,” you smile from the doorway, admiring his bare torso.

“What are you doing up? I was going to bring you breakfast in bed!”

“Couldn’t wait for that could I? I need something now,” you wink, making your way towards him as he stands up to hug you. You press your lips against his, pushing your hips against him suggestively and he lets out a groan into your mouth as he relishes in the feeling.

“What’s all this for?” he asks, a little out of breath as your hands wander around his body, then down to his boxers.

“I had this dream...” you trail off, kissing his neck between words, “you, me, my office… you bent me over the table…”

“Fuck! Such bad timing,” Eggsy whines, making a sad face at you as you stop and listen to the alert on his phone. He picks up his glasses, puts them on and gets connected to the Kingsman office along with Merlin. He goes to pull away from you, but you stop him, sliding your hands around his waist tightly, then quietly start to kiss down his chest as you slowly drop to your knees in front of him. Eggsy talks away through the glasses, his eyes darting down to you every now and again the lower you get, and you press your finger to your lips with a wink when your knees hit the floor.

“No!” Eggsy whispers, his mouth pressing into a fine line as he suppresses his protests for the sake of the call. His length is clearly showing through his underwear by the time you get to it, slowly pulling away the fabric as you look up at your man trying to keep a neutral face. He coughs to cover up a moan when you clasp your hand around him, then he has to shut his eyes momentarily when your lips carefully touch the tip of him, the first taste making you sigh happily. He looks down at you and shakes his head defiantly, even though his body is screaming out for you, so you take your mouth away, moving your hands to his backside instead and squeezing it as you look up at him with desperation.

“Shit,” he lets slip through gritted teeth, looking down at you ready to take him. He quickly looks back up at his glasses, a serious look crossing his face, then the call ends and he quickly takes the frames off, throwing them down on the kitchen counter.

“Really?!” he asks as you run your hands down his legs and back up again, “get up, now.”

You do as he instructs and he stares you down as you stand in front of him, then suddenly grabs your hair and kisses you with force. He pulls you away, turns you around, then bends you over the kitchen table, roughly pulling your pyjama bottoms down over your bum and enters you without warning.

“Eggsy!” you gasp, hands finding the edges of the table to steady yourself as he pounds into you over and over.

“This is all your fault,” he pants, one hand kneading your chest, the other tangled in your hair, pulling your head up. This is the kind of Eggsy that was in your dream, taking charge of the situation, punishing you for pushing him during the call. It was rough, but you liked it, and the punishing pace he set turned you on even more, giving you just the right mix of pleasure and pain as he filled you completely each time. You can’t help but let moans slip out as he roughly grabs at you, then the hand that was on your chest slides down to your sensitive spot and starts massaging it between his finger and thumb.

“Fuck!” you cry out between pants, the sensation pushing you over the edge quicker than you thought it would, and you start clenching around his member as he continues to move. Soon you let go completely and he carefully brings his hand away from your hair, letting you lean down on the table as your legs turn to jelly. He keeps going, but doesn’t have to for long, the sight of you breathing heavily beneath him enough to do it, knowing he’d done that to you. He spills himself inside you, then pulls out, having to sit down on the chair as he gets his breath back.

“Nice view,” he smirks, looking at your bare bottom pointed directly at him as you stay stuck on the table. You stand up to face him, then sit on his lap, trying to smooth your hair down as best you can, and kiss him passionately, your fingertips gently stroking the back of his neck. When you pull back, both your lips are tinged a darker pink, and you look at his flushed face with a smile.

The members of Kingsman had dramatically reduced overnight, leaving you, Merlin and Eggsy to save the world all on your own. It had been a miracle, or so you’d thought at first, when you found Harry at Statesmen after travelling half way around the world because of a bottle of whiskey, but his memory had suffered greatly after Ginger ale had managed to save him, and he didn’t know who any of you were, leaving Eggsy the most affected.

You watched as day after day he would visit Harry, trying to jog his memory with stories of their time together, how he’d changed Eggsy’s life, become a real father figure unlike anyone else had. Then you’d seen Eggsy’s reaction after each encounter as you stood outside that white door waiting for him to come out, his face turned down into a grimace, tears on the verge of spilling down his cheeks as he looked at you sadly, desperately needing comfort. That was on thing you did well, comforting Eggsy. Not only because he was your best friend, but because you loved him deeply as well. You knew he didn’t feel the same, he wouldn’t be with Tilde if he did, so you stepped up as the best friend and work mate who was always there for him in his time of need.

“Come here,” you smile as Eggsy leaves the room dejected once again. His face falls on to your shoulder as his arms wrap around you tightly, and you give him a comforting squeeze as his body leans against yours.

“I thought I saw something today, something of the old Harry, but maybe I’m fooling myself,” he sighs.

“He’ll come back to you, Eggsy. I know it,” you reassure, stroking his back gently.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” he replies, burying his face into your neck. You bite your lip, stopping the words you desperately wanted to say from coming out of your mouth, then you both part and go your separate ways to your individual rooms once again.

The next day you stand outside that same white room for a longer period of time than usual, his visits only lasting twenty minutes or so, but this one was taking much longer and you hoped this was a positive sign. When the door opens, Eggsy has the biggest smile on his face, then steps aside for Harry to see you.

“(Y/N),” he smiles, holding a small puppy.

“Harry!” you beam, running towards him for a hug. Finally something had cracked, and Harry was almost completely back, aside from the odd visions of butterflies that plagued him occasionally.

This was where the hard work started, now that the team was back together, you had a job to do, and that meant going to Poppy’s playground and confronting the problem head on. You’d found the ruins she’d built her town of nostalgia on, and were making plans to enter when Eggsy stepped on a landmine. Your heart dropped straight down into your stomach as you all realise the situation, but Merlin quickly thinks of a plan, replacing Eggsy on the trigger.

“Merlin, what the fuck?” Eggsy whispers harshly.

“You’ve got a job to do, kid,” he says, nodding towards the gates.

“Merlin, give me the can,” you say, ready to help free him.

“All gone,” he replies, shaking it gently.

“So how are we mean to get you off of it?!” Eggsy asks desperately as Harry now understands the severity of the situation. Your eyes dart between Harry and Merlin’s faces, seeing the knowing look being exchanged between them, and you gasp as you know what has to happen.

“We’re not Eggs,” you whisper. A silence falls over the four of you as you look from one to the other, then all at Merlin as he smiles at you. A few short last words are exchanged, then the three of you spread out along the treeline away from Merlin as he starts to sing to get the guard’s attention. You look away as the men reach him, knowing what’s going to happen next, and then you hear it, the bang echoing in your ears as Merlin sacrifices himself for you all. Out of the corner of your eye you see Eggsy and Harry running out of the bushes, then race to join them, snapping back to the reason you’re out here.

Once inside, you split off from the two men, your choice of attack more subtle than the gadgets and gizmos that they’re using. You’ve always been the one who sneaks up behind targets while everyone’s attention is on the guys shooting their way in, and you take people out quietly and efficiently while Eggsy and Harry keep a close eye on you from the front.

Something hits you in the back, and when you turn to see what it is, there stands a familiar face from your training days. Just as you get up to fight back, Eggsy jumps in having seen you get hurt, and you can only watch as they struggle with each other, Eggsy eventually snapping his neck after fighting one handed. You chuckle to yourself a little as you watch him walk towards you with a smug look on his face, stretching out the hand he’d hidden behind his back.

“Show off,” you laugh as he got to you to help you up off of the floor.

“I know,” he winks. As you take his hand to get up, you cry out in pain, the blood now dripping from your shirt, and Eggsy’s face turns white at the sight.

“Oh, I’m fine. You go with Harry, I’ll sit it out here okay?” you smile, trying to cover up the fact that you were panicking inside.

“I don’t think-”

“Shut up and go save the world,” you laugh, pushing him away. He does as you say and as you sit outside waiting for him once more, you slowly bring a hand around to your back to feel what had happened. There was a large wound, bigger than a standard bullet, that was for sure, and blood, lots of blood. You’d only felt your back for a few seconds, but when you took your hand away to look at it, it was already covered in the warm red liquid.

“Fuck,” you hiss, angry at how you’d let this happen to yourself, and knowing what was most likely to happen next.

When Eggsy and Harry run out of the diner to see you, you’re already slumped down against the wall you were leaning on when Eggsy left you, and he knew this wasn’t a good sign. Harry stood a few steps back as Eggsy skidded over to you on his knees, his arms cradling your body as your eyes fluttered open to see him.

“Save the world?” you whisper.

“Of course,” he replies. You look at his eyes and see a tear escape them, the first one you’d seen come from him, even after all the Harry visits.

“Don’t cry.”

“I’m not, it’s allergies,” he whispers, a half hearted laugh coming from him as he sees you smile, “listen, we’re gonna get you back and then when you’re all fixed up-”

“Eggsy...”

“Shh… When you’re all fixed up I’ll get us tickets to see that band you like.”

“Eggsy...” you sigh, shaking your head slowly from side to side, “you know that’s not going to happen now.”

“It is, what are you on about? Of course it is,” he says, voice cracking as he lets out a small sob.

“Eggsy, you’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m not lying,” he croaks.

“Guess I’d better stop lying to you too...” you sigh, your breathing starting to slow down, “I never wanted to be your best friend...”

“What?” he asks, frowning down at you.

“I wanted to be more… Probably shouldn’t say this someone else’s boyfriend, but she won’t see me again, so it’s fine… I love you, Eggsy Unwin… Always have, always will...”

“(Y/N), don’t...”

“What?”

“Tell me again when you’re better,” Eggsy pleads, the desperation in his voice hitting Harry’s ears and making him look away from the two of you.

“I wish I could.”

“You can, and ya will. Because I can’t live without you, and I don’t want to live without you.”

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” you say, your eyelids now getting heavier with each laboured breath.

Your wedding day was meant to be the happiest day of your life, and it was set to be until exactly twenty four hours before the actual event. Everything was set, you were staying at the hotel you’d booked for the night near the venue you and Eggsy had chosen, and you’d just said your goodbyes to the man who would become your husband the next day. Your room was filled with balloons, flowers and cards, and you sit on your bed with the biggest smile plastered across your face as you think of the joys to come. A faint knock on your door disturbs you from your thoughts, and you answer it expecting it to be Eggsy, sneaking in for another kiss.

“The bride is not meant to- oh, hello?” you say in a questioning tone as a man stands in front of you with an envelope and some flowers.

“(Y/N)? Oh my god, it’s you,” the man gasps, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Yes, and you are?”

“Peter, your father.”

“I don’t have a father,” you reply defiantly, slamming the door shut in his face. You race to your phone, quickly unlocking it and ringing your mum who was a couple of doors down from your room.

“Hello darling, you okay?”

“Peter is standing outside my door,” you say angrily, and your mum hangs up immediately, the next thing you hear being her voice shouting at him in the hallway. You slowly open the door to your room to see what’s going on and are met with the sight of your mum slapping Peter across the face, making him drop the card and flowers he was holding. Merlin runs out of the room after your mum and gets in front of her straight away as Peter turns back to face you all.

“Hi to you too,” he chuckles. He picks up the items from the floor and hands them to you, but you don’t move your now folded arms, and Merlin takes them instead.

“What are you doing here?” your mum asks as she gently taps Merlin’s arm for him to move out of the way.

“I heard our daughter was getting married and I had to come and see her.”

“You lost the right to call her your daughter when you walked out on us over twenty years ago. Get lost.”

“I’ve booked a room, I’ll be here the night. If you want to talk, (Y/N), I’m in room fifty eight. I promise I won’t even attempt to come to the wedding.”

You stare at him with squinted eyes, then watch as he turns around to retreat to his room, and you all finally let out a deep breath as he disappears. Your mum turns to you to say something, but knows you’re more than capable of making your own decisions, and gives you a tight squeeze, then her and Merlin go back to their room after he places the gifts by your door and giving you a sympathetic nod. You look down at the gifts, then pick them up and take them inside your room, putting them on your dressing table to deal with later, then you pick up your phone again, this time calling Eggsy.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asks, instantly knowing something’s wrong.

“I just had an unexpected visitor in the form of Peter,” you sigh, rubbing your fingers along your forehead as you start to stress out.

“I’m coming,” he says, hanging up before you can protest. Within seconds he’s knocking at your door and when you open it, he envelops you into the tightest hug. “Where is he now? I’ll sort him out...”

“Eggsy, no, just leave it. He’s staying here, but he said he won’t come to the wedding.”

“If he does, I’ll-”

“Shh, don’t you stress out about it as well,” you soothe, rubbing his back.

“Why did he have to do this?” Eggsy growls, “he’s fucked everything up.”

“I know,” you exhale, “I was in such a good mood, and now this. But I still get to marry you tomorrow.”

“Hell yes you do,” he smiles, leaning back from your body to kiss your lips, “you gonna be okay on your own?”

“I have to be, you can’t see the bride on the morning of the wedding!”

“Wanna bet?” he smirks, attacking your neck with his lips.

“Eggsy!” you squeal, “as much as I’d love you to continue, you’ve gotta go.”

“Dammit,” he pouts, his arms slowly falling away from your body, “fine.”

You see him out of the room, not shutting the door until you watch him turn the corner down the corridor, then lay back on your bed, trying to block out the fact the man who thought he could call you daughter was in the same building as you. Eventually you drift off the sleep, and you wake to a knocking on your door, making you jump up from the bed in a panic as you worry you’ve slept in. When you open it, your mum stands there in her dress and you gasp at how beautiful she looks.

“Oh my god, you look amazing mum,” you whisper.

“Now lets get you ready princess,” she smiles, coming inside.

The ceremony was all you’d imagined it would be, and when Eggsy kissed you as you were pronounced husband and wife, it was filled with passion, making you weak at the knees.

“Mine,” he whispers in your ear as you walk down the aisle together holding hands while everyone cheers when you pass them. You bite you lip and give him a look as you reach the double doors to exit the room, and when you get outside he immediately attaches himself to you again, making you yelp with joy. He pulls back eventually, both of you panting as you try and get your breath back, and laugh as you look at each other’s flushed faces. Eggsy’s smile drops when he spots something behind you, and the next thing you know, he’s storming down the corridor towards a figure at the end. You stay where you are, knowing exactly who he’s heading towards, and even though he hadn’t seen him the night before, he must have known as well. You hear some incoherent shouting coming from Eggsy, then the man retreats, pulling a suitcase behind him as he goes.

“Right, we’ve got a cake to cut, haven’t we?” Eggsy grins as he returns to your side.

It gets to around two in the morning when you start to yawn uncontrollably, your body now making slow and clumsy movements as you try and keep dancing with your friends. Eggsy can see the tiredness in your now pale face, and takes your hand, dragging you up to the honeymoon suite. He carries you through the threshold with your arms draped lazily around his neck and lets you down gently on the bed just as you yawn again.

“I already know there’s not going to be a night of passion, no need to remind me,” Eggsy smirks.

“I’m so sorry, we should have made an escape much earlier in the evening,” you chuckle, leaning your back on the soft pillow. Eggsy climbs on next to you and within minutes he’s asleep as you sit there now wide awake. You get off of the bed to switch the telly on and take off your wedding dress, then you climb under the duvet and flick through the channels until you find a horror film with some really bad CGI.

At first you start to laugh quietly as you watch it, then it suddenly becomes a little more scary and you start to jump when things pop out from under the child’s bed. Eggsy stirs a little next to you, but thankfully you don’t wake him, then it comes to the bit with the evil clown chasing a family around their house and you have to clamp your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. Small noises escape your lips and you don’t see that Eggsy is now awake, looking up at you with a frown until he starts to run his hand up your leg, making you almost jump out of the bed.

“What the fuck?!” you squeal, that’s so not funny!”

“Neither is you waking me up by jumping around all the time! You hate clowns, turn it off and go to sleep.”

“I’m too invested now, I need to know what happens.”

“Oh, jeez,” Eggsy sighs, nestling into the pillow. He leaves you for a while, then starts to lightly drag his fingers across your side, making you squirm. His lips then connect with your arm, trailing kisses up to your shoulder, and he laughs a little when you gasp at the feel of him on you.

“Eggsy, I’m trying to finish this, come on there’s only ten minutes left!”

“Not short enough,” he mumbles against your neck. His fingers travel up your torso and you try to wriggle away, but he pulls you back and you finally give in, turning the tv off and throwing the remote on to the floor.

“You win!” you relent, him now hovering over you.

“Good luck today,” Eggsy smiles as you pass each other in the corridor.

“Thanks, Eggs. You too,” you reply, trying to sound as casual as you could. He winks, then carries on walking, and you have to refrain from letting out an embarrassing giggle. You make your way out to your waiting cab to be driven to the location for your mission this week. It was going to be a long one, but the thought of seeing Eggsy again at the end of it made it all worthwhile.

It was five days in to the assignment now, and you were please with what you’d accomplished in that amount of time. You’d befriended one of the target’s security guards, and information was being fed to you freely by him, so Merlin had plenty to work from back at Kingsman. Everything was going well, too well, and you started to feel a little uneasy about it, making sure to inform Merlin about your gut feeling, just in case anything happened. The next day, you were invited to a dinner hosted by your main target, so you agreed and went along for the evening, making sure your Kingsman glasses were on at all times so that Merlin could do facial recognition on each of the people around the table.

It was quite a nice evening, even though all of the people sat around the table were known killers, and you found yourself laughing along at the jokes they told. As the evening wound down and others started to leave the table, the host set his sights on you, asking if you would join him outside for a short walk.

“I’d love to,” you reply, taking his outstretched hand and letting him lead you into the vast gardens behind the property. It was by the coast, so you could hear the waves crashing against the rocks beneath you, and it was a calming sound to listen to as you strolled along the small cliff.

“Thank you for joining us this evening, it was very enjoyable,” he says, lighting a cigarette.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you smile politely.

“Well, it’s not every day I have a Kingsman agent arrive at my door willingly...” he smirks, a cloud of smoke leaving his mouth. Your body stiffens a little at his words, and Merlin starts to panic back at the office, getting Eggsy to go out after you as soon as possible.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” he prompts, nudging your arm playfully. You turn to him with a smile, getting a gun from your clutch bag, but before you can shoot, someone rushes up behind you, pushing you over the edge of the cliff, making you drop everything. Your glasses stay on as you fall, and you land halfway down on a small ledge, just about able to press yourself up against the rock face to try and hide from them above. It’s a useless waste of energy though, as they spot you straight away when they look over the edge, and shoot at the small rock you’re balancing on, making it break. You hang on with one arm as you lose your footing, but they shoot again, this time at you to make you let go, and as you feel an intense pain shoot through your arm, you fall again, this time losing your glasses as well.

Merlin gasps as the last thing he sees is blood covering the small camera on the frames, knowing that the likely hood of you surviving this was slim right now. He knows Eggsy is on his way to your location, but still a few hours away, and decides not to tell him that this may have just turned in to a body recovery rather than a rescue mission.

About an hour later, Merlin’s screen goes blank just as he’s trying to feed Eggsy more information about your last know position, and a voice comes across the speakers.

“Kingsman, oh, Kingsman… We have something that belongs to you…” the voice taunts, then a video pops up, and there you are.

“Well, unfortunately we can’t say she’s still in one piece, but she’s alive… Just about,” the voice chuckles. Merlin’s eyes widen in horror as the video in front of him becomes clearer. You’re tied to a chair, a piece of cloth stuck in your mouth as you bite down on it in pain, tears streaming down your cheeks, your dress covered in fresh blood, and a poorly bandaged stump where your left arm should be. Blood was seeping through the white dressing, dripping on the floor next to you, and your eyes were rolling back and forth as you desperately tried to stay conscious.

“Eggsy, how far away are you?” Merlin asks through his microphone.

“About half an hour.”

“Make it fifteen minutes, this is life or death,” he says, trying not to let his voice shake too much.

“Done,” Eggsy replies, picking up speed. He had to get to you before anything happened, he would never forgive himself if he wasn’t able to save you, you were too precious to him.

You sit in that chair for what seems like days, but in reality it’s only hours, the pain making time tick by that much slower. You drift in and out of consciousness as you hear muffled voices around you and the word ‘Kingsman’ coming up every now and again. Gun shots suddenly ring out around you and you have no idea what’s going on until Eggsy’s blurry face appears in front of you and you pass out once again.

“Do you think she knows?”

“That her arm is missing? I think that’s something she’d remember, yes Eggsy.”

“What am I going to say to her when she wakes up?”

“Try not to overwhelm her straight away, so maybe hold back on the declaration of your undying love, yeah?”

“Are you going to tell her about the arm?”

“I’ll do better than that, I’ll show her the prototype I’ve made for her.”

“Okay. When will she wake up?”

“Eggsy, will you calm down,” Merlin says with a smile, then he notices the hint of one across your lips as well after hearing their exchange, “I think she has already.”

“(Y/N)!” Eggsy gasps, rushing to hold your hand, “are you okay?”

“I can’t actually feel anything right now,” you croak, “so yeah, at the moment I am.”

“You’re pretty dosed up on painkillers,” Merlin explains, “I’ve got something to show you, but I’ll let you catch up with Eggsy first.”

He smiles at you both and exits the room, leaving Eggsy perched on the side of your bed, gripping as tightly as he could on to your right hand.

“Do you… remember?” he asks hesitantly.

“Every single bit,” you say, blinking away tears. Eggsy’s face falls, he was so worried about you, and knowing that in your head you could recall everything that had happened made his heart ache for you.

“Did you have something to tell me?” you ask, changing the subject and turning your face away from your left side to see him properly.

“I, erm, it can wait.”

“But I wanna hear this declaration of love,” you chuckle, thinking that Merlin was messing around when he said that.

“You heard that?”

“Of course! It’s alright, I know Merlin was joking with you.”

“He wasn’t actually...”

You frown at Eggsy in confusion, not letting yourself believe that this was true.

“You’re kidding?” you ask.

“Nope, definitely wouldn’t kid around with you right now.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“I just didn’t think you’d feel like that about me. Especially now.”

“What?!”

“Look at me.”

“I am, trust me. Have been for hours, waiting for you to wake up. I know I should have said something before, I’ve been an idiot as usual. When I saw you tied to that chair...” he pauses, trying to hold back a sob, “my heart broke. I knew I couldn’t carry on without you.”

“Eggsy,” you exhale, shocked at his admission.

“We’ll talk about this properly another time, but just know I ain’t going anywhere without you ever again,” he smiles, kissing your cheek, “Merlin’s hovering in the doorway with a present for you, better let him have his time, eh?”

“Wait, you missed,” you frown again. He smiles, leaning down again, and kisses your lips this time. “That’s better.”

“Come on then, Merlin, show her the thing!”

“Yes!” he beams, walking in with a metal arm in his hands, “this is for you. It’s in the early stages of development, so excuse the crude design, but it has built in GPS, a camera, microphone, and-”

“A gun?” you interrupt.

“How did you know?”

“Because I can see the mechanism for it. Thank you, Merlin!”

“Any time,” he smiles, putting it on the table next to your bed, “now we’d better let you get some rest, right Eggsy?” Merlin prompts, making Eggsy pout a little.

“Yes, rest. You need it,” he sighs, reluctantly letting go of your hand.