Thank you :)

For these love confession prompts.

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The first time Harry almost died, when he wound up in that coma after the explosion with Professor Arnold, Eggsy promised himself a lot of things. Mainly, that he would tell Harry how much he meant to him. How grateful he was, sure — but also how, even though they had only known each other for a little while, it was more than that too.

But then Harry was busy investigating Valentine, and Eggsy was busy with the trials. The twenty-four hours they spent together finally offered the chance to talk, but… Eggsy got overconfident.

That day... felt like the beginning of forever. Like there would be a million more days just like it, a million more opportunities to find the perfect words.

The second time Harry almost died, in front of that awful church, Eggsy thought he was dead, and there was no time left to say anything at all.

The third time Harry almost died, Eggsy did too — but that wasn't the important part. Roxy and Percival had to drag them both back to HQ, where medical waved Eggsy away after a brief exam but elected to keep Harry twenty-four hours for observation. Eggsy spent most of that night and the following day folded up on the foot of Harry’s bed, making himself promises again.

He was still grateful, but he and Harry had known each other for a lot longer by then, and Eggsy understood — as he hadn't back when he first almost lost Harry — just how much more more could be.

Just watched the first ep and i am hooked!!

Hi Elle~!

Ahh, this makes me so happy to hear haha! I feel like I have been living through a drama drought this year, so this is the first drama I've been so excited for. Thank you for trusting my tastes haha...

Yepp. That sounds about right. Here’s some photos to appreciate these lovely, sexy as fuck, men:

Had to include this one. Because, you know, merwin :D

Thank you, darling! So this is part of the Fatherhood vs. Knighthood verse where Eggsy is Daisy’s dad instead of older brother. Enjoy!

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47 “Why are you whispering?”

Daisy’s really getting too heavy to carry around until she falls asleep, but when you have an ear infection there are different rules and dad doesn’t really care. Luckily, the paracetamol is starting to work (and hopefully also the antibiotics) and she’s drifting off to sleep, because this is the toughest workout Eggsy has had in months.

He walks back and forth with Daisy against his shoulder on the first floor of the house he’s inherited from the dead agent once known as Galahad. In and out of all the rooms to get some variety and mentally planning how he’ll redecorate all of them once he gets the time and money.

When he reaches his bedroom, he sees that someone has pinged him on his laptop that rests on the night stand. He frowns and walks over to it, Merlin should have resigned all his urgent tasks -- in other words, all his agents -- to someone else. It’s Lancelot calling, though, and he can’t leave an agent hanging just because they call in on the wrong frequency. 

With a bit of effort he manages to pop in an earbud and open the call with one hand.

“Lancelot,” he says in a hushed voice, “what’s wrong?”

“Hi, Eggs,” says Roxy in a cheerful voice which instantly puts him at ease. No one’s that happy with a gun to their head. “Need a favour.”

“Anything within reason for you, luv. You know that.”

Roxy laughs on the other end. Eggsy likes Roxy, he’s been her handler on three minor missions now and their communication just… works. Not to mention that Eggsy finds it easier to raise his voice and reprimand someone his own age rather than someone old enough to be his dad, and all agents need a stern talking to from time to time.

Eggsy moves Daisy to his left arm, shaking the right to get more blood into it as Roxy explains her extremely non-emergency problem.

“Not sure how you want me to sort any of that, but if you ping--”

“Why are you whispering?” Roxy interrupts him.

Because I don’t want your stupid request to wake my kid when she’s finally gone to sleep?? he thinks, but instead he asks, “Can I tap into your glasses?”

“Sure.”

He gets his phone out of his pocket and after a few seconds he’s managed to get into her feed. 

“Can you see my transmission?”

“Yes.”

He flips the camera and holds it up so that she can see the sleeping toddler on his shoulder. He hears a small gasp and wishes he could see her face. 

“Roxy, meet Daisy,” he whispers. “She has an ear infection so I’ll be off for a few days. That’s why you’ve been reassigned, agent.”

“You’re a dad?”

Eggsy moves his phone so that it only shows Roxy his face. “Yep.”

“I’m sorry I bothered you.”

“It’s fine, I’m just… a bit preoccupied and completely useless to you right now.”

“You’re never useless to me,” says Roxy, sounding very sure of herself. “I’ll bother Nicko instead. Call you when I’m back in London.”

“Go and kick butt, Lancelot.”

“Always.”

The line is disconnected and Eggsy tosses the phone on his bed. He looks at it for a moment, wondering if he maybe dares putting down Daisy now as well. 

Thank you for the ask <3 I’m also sorry for not replying early, I’ve been caught up with some irl stuff (uni homework, my own and only nemesis).

🎃Black Cat: Are you superstitious?

Despite my interesting upbringing (whole family being Catholics except for me; my mother being a really superstitious person), I don’t really believe in irrational beliefs.

However, I do avoid saying unlucky stuff because things I say tend to come true lol (Murphy’s law). That being said, I’m still spooked by scary stories or horror tales.

🎃Graveyard: Do you know any good scary stories?

I do! I’m addicted to reading things that will haunt my dreams ; ;

Off the top of my head I can recall two (one being a forum post of a girl’s house being broken in by a deranged homeless man and the other is my own nightmare).

Merlin saw things other people didn’t. He had known there was more to the world even as a child.  He had performed a few rituals and everyone just thought his eyes were different colours to genetics, not that had been bargained to the grim reaper so that he could see the astral plane. He had been seven. The grim reaper had also given him a lolly and called him interesting. When he was an adult he realized, that was probably not a good thing. But it was to his advantage, really. He would know what ghosts haunted his men, if any. 

There were always many.

He was used to seeing things that weren’t there, so at first he didn’t react when Roxy said, “Anybody else notice the small child staring at us?” He saw small children all the time. It had taken a while to get used to. Often a spectral child followed agents around. He had yet to figure out if it is them in the past, a guardian, just a bit of ghostly flotsam, but it never caused a problem so he ignored it.

“The one standing behind Merlin?” Eggsy asked. “Play with a deck of cards.”

Okay that was a bit troubling. Merlin turned and saw nothing behind him, even when he looked with that bargained eye. “A prank, really?” He shook his head.

“Swear down,” Eggsy said and he slid behind Roxy. She’d keep him safe because frankly the little kid sitting on the floor playing solitaire behind Merlin was a bit creepy. He kept looking at them and looking at the cards. “It looks...”

“He,” Roxy said softly. She elbowed Eggsy and walked forward. She crouched down near the child. “Hello?” She shivered when the little boy looked at her. “I don’t know that version of solitaire. What is it?”

“It’s Around the Clock. When all the numbers reach their proper place, you are going to die,” the little boy told her. “I’ve been trying to warn him, but he doesn’t see me. He sees everyone else but not me. He needs to see me.”

“Eggsy and I see you little one,” she said. She had to swallow thickly when the little boy’s one eye fell out. “Merlin, do you really not see him?” She looked up at Merlin and there was a look on his face that she hadn’t see him. “Do you not hear him?”

“Why the fuck is a creepy ghost child saying I’m dying?” Eggsy asked. “And uh, soon if the way his moving those cards around? What is Around the Clock?”

Merlin froze for a moment. “Where is he?”

“Just right here,” Roxy said and gestured in front of herself.

Merlin turned and sat on the ground. He still couldn’t see anything. “Hello?” he said softly.

“It’s almost too late,” the little boy said. “Look at the cards.”

“You could stop playing,” Roxy said.

“No,” he answered. “Bargains always have an end date. I have to play to the end. It’s been a very long time.”

“Bargain, what bargain?” Roxy asked him.

Merlin nodded. “If I accept again, are they safe?”

The boy paused in his playing. “Do you see me?” he asked hopefully.

“He wants to know if you see him?” Roxy asked. Her skin felt like ice, the room was getting colder.

Merlin shook his head. “No Callum, I don’t see you, but let me finish for you.” Merlin couldn’t see the cards, but he reached out and just knew where. He flipped the King into place, the last card.

There was a warning beeping and then the room exploded. Roxy and Eggsy were blown back and when they were rescued there was no Merlin to be found. They should have been dead, but somehow, some miracle weren’t. Later they found out his birth name had been Callum.

Roxy began to have migraines, vision blurring in her one eye. And one day when talking with Eggsy she paused. “Eggsy, do you not see the small child staring at you?” 

Eggsy shook his head after looking around.

Roxy swallowed, it was different than before, not the same child. It almost looked like a young Eggsy. She started to move forward but felt a cold glance of hand on her shoulder.

“Lass, do nae talk to dead memories, it gives them too much power. Notice, take stock, but do not engage.”

Roxy went very still. She didn’t dare turn around. She didn’t dare engage. Because maybe it was a dream.

“I have to play solitaire now. I’ll warn you when I am close to winning. And then you’ll have a choice to make.”