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I’m reposting all my Taron imagines on Wattpad.

Concept: The reader is a junior in college and Taron is a fresh graduate from medical school and lecturing freshmen while he’s in between jobs. One day the reader is stranded in school amidst a storm and a friendship is formed. Multi-chapter. Eventual fluff. A tiny smidge of an age gap.

You internally groaned as the rain gradually began pouring more and more, the buzzing sound of it almost deafening your ears. Your friend was supposed to pick you up at the main entrance of the University Library an hour ago, and your phone had just died a few minutes prior. You were locked out, too, because the Library has closed half an hour ago. Now you were standing by a patio-like structure that led to the Library to get some shelter from the rain.

You heard the sound of the back door of the Library closing, but you paid it no mind. It was probably the assistant librarian, who was a sophomore from the Liberal Arts Department. She seemed to dislike you somewhat, so you tended to ignore each other.

“May I help you?” Well. That was definitely not the assistant librarian. There stood Dr. Egerton, dressed in a navy blue dress shirt and pants. One of your roommates just attended a lecture of his, and she had texted your group conversation with your other roommates during the event that he was impressively smart.

And impressively handsome.

“Dr. Egerton!” you stuttered over your words for an embarrassing five seconds before exhaling a deep breath and calming down. It is true what they say, after all, the man was intimidating. “I-i-it’s nothing. I mean--I’m just waiting for my friend to come pick me up.”

“Are you sure?” Dr. Egerton furrowed his brows and glanced at the pouring rain before looking back to you. “I was doing some research inside for a few hours now and you’ve been standing there for at least 30 minutes.”

“Y-y-yeah. I’m not so sure. My phone died and I couldn’t reach her.”

“You know her number?”

You nodded.

“Call her,” he reached into his pocket and opened the phone application before handing it to you. 

You shakily took his phone and dialed your friend’s number.

No reception.

You told this to Dr. Egerton and handed him his phone before he shook his head and told you to try again a few more times.

“Nothing, still,” you shook your head. Dr. Egerton nodded and took his phone back, shoving it into his pocket.

“You live just outside campus, correct?”

You nodded.

“Let me drive you,” he suggested. “My car is just a few blocks from here and I have an umbrella.”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary, sir. I have a book to keep me company.” You reached into your bag and pulled out a shabby copy of your favorite book.

“Hmm. Interesting choice. You’re into classics?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Just Taron will do. Only my students and coworkers call me Dr. Egerton,” he smiled. “And how interesting is that book the 50th time around?” he joked.

“You probably shouldn’t ask me about my favorite book. I tend to go off on a tangent when I’m asked about a book.” You laughed nervously.

“Oh, go on. I don’t mind.”

You stared at him for a few seconds to make sure he wasn’t joking. Then, as if possessed by some supernatural force, all shyness dissipates. You tell him about the author’s tribulations as a female artist of her time, then you share how you see yourself in the female protagonist as you grew up. “It’s like the characters grow up with me, you know?” you went on. “George Orwell says, after all, that the best books tell you what you already know.”

“Orwell,” he repeated. “In my psych rotations in medical school I read a study about literature choices and how reading elicits responses in the brain. You’d like it. Have you taken Neuroanatomy yet?”

You shook your head. “I’ll have it next semester, I think.”

“Ah. Brilliant. You’ll enjoy it. In the meantime...” Taron reached into his pocket again and pulled out his phone. You watched him tap around for a few seconds before he handed the phone to you. He had his email application open.

You stared at him in confusion.

“I’ll send you a digital copy of the study. Enter your e-mail. If you don’t mind, that is. It isn’t everyday I meet a student--or a person, really--who actually enjoys learning and reading.”

As you were tapping out your email address, Taron spoke.

“Ah! What do you know? The rain stopped. I suppose you can get to your place safe and sound?”

You finished entering your email address and nodded. “Yes, sir. Taron, I mean. Thank you for the help.”

“Not at all. Good day, miss...”

“L/N. Y/N L/N.” You smiled.

Taron chuckled, taking his phone back. “I had an entire conversation with you and I didn’t even ask for your name. I’m so sorry about my devastating lack of manners. Good to meet you, Miss L/N.”

--

When you got home, you opened your laptop to check on your friend. And already, a new email notification popped up the second your laptop lit up.

(1) New email from Taron Egerton, MD, TRS Anxiously, you clicked on the notification.

Dear Ms. L/N,

It was an honor meeting you today. Attached to this email is a study by Dr. Robbins, a world-renowned Developmental Pediatrician and an old professor of mine. I hope you find it as enjoyable as I did.

Do tell me what you think of it.

Regards, Taron Egerton, MD, TRS (1) File attached / Download

You read over the email again, and then another time. Then you came to a realization. You reached for your cheek and felt it heating up.

You. Were. Blushing.

Hello all! For the past few years I have made a slow transition from being in the TBS fandom to the Taron Egerton fandom. Hence, this blog will officially be renamed from @bloody-tbs to @taron-egrotton.

This change is a bit bittersweet for me given the community we’ve all built with the Sangster imagines on this site, but we’re all at home doing nothing, and I’d like to write imagines for a few months before I begin college.

What about my TBS imagines?

Never say never, I always say, but as of now, I have no plans of updating any of my TBS stories on any site (be it Tumblr or Wattpad).

Eggsy comes home after a week of missions and is reminded why he’s as strong as he is. Fluff!

Eggsy noted that the house was dark and silent before stepping in, so he made sure to be as quiet as he can. His girlfriend was a heavy sleeper, sure, but when she does wake up from a noise, she could get pretty panicky.

Which is why it kills him to leave her at night.

Luckily, though, after a week of hunting down a notorious hacker, Merlin gave him the next day off. He immediately thought of bringing his girl to the beach to make up for his long absence.

Upon entering, he was met by the endearing sight of his girlfriend asleep on the dining table, lamp on, workspace cluttered with papers and laptop displaying her e-mails. She had her college finals soon.

Knowing just what she needed, he got the coffee maker going and began his attempt at waking her up by rubbing her shoulders. She hated being carried to bed in the middle of working, so that wasn’t an option for Eggsy as much as he wanted to make her rest.

Surely enough, Y/N jumped up in surprise but calmed down almost instantly when she felt a pair of lips press against her ear.

“You’re home,” she smiled sleepily.

“I’m home,” he repeated softly, hot breath blowing on her ear.

She turned around to take him in. He was still clad in his suit, looking as handsome as ever. She took a deep breath to inhale the smell she missed so much before standing up.

“Kiss me, please.” she requested softly, small hands trailing up his arms and settling on his broad shoulders.

He smiled. What a stupid request.

He took her face in his hands and gently pressed his lips against hers, and he could feel them both sag with relief. They both needed this for so long. When he felt her getting breathless, he pulled away reluctantly.

She wasn’t too happy about it, either. “More,” she whispered, trying to pull him to her.

“You need your coffee fix,” he grinned, striding gracefully towards the kitchen island where the coffee was sitting ready.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her pout and sit back down, looking at her emails.

He sat down at the head of the table next to her, two coffee mugs in hand. She immediately took his hand once it was free, pressing it to her face. “I missed you so much,” she sighed.

For a moment, sadness filled him. She didn’t tell him, but he knew how torturous it was to sit at home when he was gone longer than expected. It had slipped from her lips once that she hated sleeping in a cold bed. That was all the clue he needed.

“Come here,” he said, patting his lap. He couldn’t help but smile back when he saw a big smile light up her face at his request. He often teased her, calling her a kitten with the way she snuggled up to him.

He nuzzled her neck and smirked slightly when he swore he felt her purr.

“I don’t think I can let you go tomorrow,” she said.

His body warmed up with butterflies, remembering the plans he has for her tomorrow.

“You won’t have to. I’m taking you someplace far, far away tomorrow.”

“I have a test tomorrow, and...”

“I’ll take care of it, okay?” he’s confident that Merlin wouldn’t mind doing a little magic trick on the school records for a day. He didn’t tell her that, though, she’d shoot the idea down immediately. “Don’t think about it. All I want you to think about is what to pack for tomorrow.”

She hesitated.

“I need this, too. Please?” he knew she couldn’t deny him. He shot her a charming smile for good measure.

“Okay,” she mouthed before claiming his lips again.

Absolutely, love. I’m so glad you like it, thank you!

I’m doing a taglist exclusively for this series. Thank you @carolyns14 for the idea!

“We look for Merlin.”

Your brows furrowed at Eggsy’s wording. “We? As in me and you?”

Eggsy looked confused, too. “Yes. Is anything wrong?”

“Well... you’re usually not allowed to take outsiders to Kingsman matters.”

“Well, love,” Eggsy kissed your temple before walking towards the door. “this isn’t a usual situation.” then he left to get ready. “Noah, Parker! Get your things ready. You’re staying the night at Nana’s place!”

A couple of cheers sounded from the kitchen. So Michelle was a favorite among the boys. You smiled at the thought of Michelle enjoying her grandchildren. You briefly imagined you and Eggsy dropping off the kids before going out for date night.

You and Eggsy were silent throughout the drive to Michelle’s place, but the boys’ loud playing combined with your baby girl’s laughing made for a comfortable silence.

Apparently, Eggsy did some digging up while you were asleep and he found out that he had purchased a small house for his mother. You weren’t very surprised; when Eggsy loves, he loves hard.

Finally, Eggsy pulled over by a white and blue house with a small lawn. As Eggsy exited the vehicle, you prepared the kids’ things. To your surprise, the passenger door opened to reveal Eggsy offering you his hand.

“Ever the gentleman,” you smiled, taking his hand. “we’re married, Eggsy, you got nothing to prove with you door-opening and hand-holding.”

“Oh, but I do have something to prove.” he grinned boyishly, opening the back door and taking Beth out of her seat and into his arms. “I gotta prove that I’m worth staying married to.”

“You already have,” you replied, taking Parker and Noah’s hands and letting them pull you towards Michelle’s porch.

Knowing that there were young ears around, he kissed the air in your direction and winked.

Much to his delight, you blushed profusely. You were about to say something snarky when the front door opened.

“Oh, my babies!” Michelle strode towards you, first taking Beth from Eggsy then kissing Parker and Noah, saving you and Eggsy for last.

“Y/N, love.” Michelle cooed, “looking prettier than ever.”

“I’m being treated well is all it is.” you laughed soundlessly, causing you both to glance at Eggsy who winked.

“As you should be,” Michelle smiled affectionately. “you both look like you’re getting younger, I admit I’m a little jealous.”

“Nana, let’s goooo!” Parker started pulling at her hand.

“Oh! Well, I suppose my cookies won’t eat themselves.” At the mention of their favorite treats, the boys’ smiles grew a little too big for their faces, including Eggsy.

“Save a bit for me, would ya?”

“Nuh-uh,” Parker shook his head. “Have fun on your date!” and with that, the four disappeared.

--

“Where are we looking first?”

“Kingsman HQ,” Eggsy replied simply. “It hasn’t changed once since it was founded a century ago. I doubt much has changed in eight years.”

You nodded, feeling Eggsy’s nerves. You reached for his hand and squeezed it. “We’ll be fine.”

He smiled tightly as he took a left turn to the street where Kingsman HQ was located.

--

Upon your entry, the receptionist smiled with recognition. “Fitting room three is all ready for you, sir. Feel free to come to us for assistance.”

Eggsy didn’t look like he recognized the girl at the front table. Instead, he nodded and led you towards the fitting room, silently explaining that it had a special entrance to the underground HQ.

With a simple pull on one of the coat hooks, a door appeared, leading to a much larger, fancy-looking room.

After an eternity of turning right then left then right again, you reached a door that stood differently than all the others. Eggsy paused, took a deep breath, looked at you for a while, then opened the doors leading to a conference room. Alas, sitting at the head of the table, was Merlin.

“Galahad,” Merlin looked surprised to see Eggsy, let alone you.

“Merlin,” Eggsy nodded.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t call a meeting.” Merlin inquired, eyes on you now.

“I’ve got an agenda of my own.” Eggsy explained. “August 30, 2018.” You recognized this date; it was the date Merlin called Eggsy to discuss the time travel tech.

Understanding dawned on Merlin’s face. He smiled, and you and Eggsy looked at each other in confusion.

Summary: Eggsy volunteers to test out Kingsman’s new time travel technology but accidentally brings the reader with him to the future and sees their life 10 years later.

A couple of soft footsteps shook you from your peaceful sleep. Your eyes still shut, you reached for Eggsy’s side of the bed only to find it empty. “Eggsy?” you mumbled.

“Love.” you heard Eggsy’s voice.

You opened your eyes to find yourself in a strange room. It was larger than the one you had at home. Eggsy was standing by a window, looking outside. He looked stressed and tired. “What is it?” you asked, still half asleep.

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am,” he said, still not looking at you.

“What is it?” you repeated.

He finally walked towards you, sitting down on the bed and stroking your hair as you looked up at him. “Remember the experiment Merlin was having me do?”

“The time travel thing.” you nodded.

Eggsy sighed. “It’s 2028, angel. Somehow the tech brought you with me to the future.”

Being a little more awake now, you saw how older Eggsy looked. He still had a youthful face, but his lines were finer and he got a little more muscular.

“Please talk to me.”

“How do we go back to the present?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t tried looking for Merlin yet. I don’t even know if I’m still Kingsman.”

You nodded.

“There’s one more thing,” Eggsy smiled nervously. “three more things, actually.”

“Break it to me slow,” you groaned. “I don’t know if I can take any more.”

“You’ll love it, I promise.” Eggsy reached down and took a folder with important-looking papers inside.

You finally sat up and looked through the first piece of paper you saw.

You gasped.

A birth certificate.

It belonged to someone named Noah Unwin. Birth father: Gary Unwin. Birth mother: Y/N Unwin.

“We’re married,” you looked at your finger, which indeed held a wedding ring.

“Eight years.” he grinned.

You laughed at the silliness of it all. “This is a dream, I swear.”

“Keep looking.”

Noah was born in 2021, making him seven.

You looked at the next piece of paper. Another birth certificate.

“We have three kids!” you exclaimed, peeking at the third certificate.

Parker Unwin was born in 2023, making him five. Then came Elizabeth Unwin, who was born in 2027, just last year.

“She’s turning one next month,” Eggsy added.

As if on cue, a knock sounded on your locked bedroom door.

“Dad!” a young boy called, “Bethy’s wakin’ up!”

Eggsy smiled at you before standing up and opening the door. “Be a good man and bring your siblings here, will ya?”

“Yessir,” the boy nodded before looking at you. “Hello, momma.”

“Hi, baby,” you smiled, trying to figure out if this miniature Eggsy is Noah or Parker.

“That’s Noah,” Eggsy said. “a 50-year-old professor stuck in a child’s body is what he is. His room is full of science books and all that. He takes after his momma, I reckon,” he sat down on the bed next to you and kissed your cheek, resting his head on your shoulder for a while.

“He got his father’s good looks,” you added.

“You seem to be taking this all quite well,” Eggsy said, lifting his head from your shoulder. “are you sure you’re okay?” My husband is so handsome.

“You’re here. What could possibly go wrong?”

Eggsy grinned. “I knew there was a reason why I married you.”

“Da-aad!” a tinier voice exclaimed, and all of a sudden there was a small boy in his arms. “You didn’t tell me you were home.”

“Sorry, sport, I had to go check on Mom first,” Eggsy explained. 

“Was your mission so very dangerous yesterday?” Parker asked.

“My mission...” Eggsy glanced at you. “Every mission is dangerous, Parker,” Eggsy probably went for the safe answer in case Parker actually didn’t know about Kingsman.

“But you use guns and those cool glasses,” Parker said.

You were about to step in because Eggsy looked at a loss for words but you were saved by Noah, who walked in with ‘Bethy’ in his arms.

“There’s my favorite girl!” Eggsy gently took Beth from Noah’s arms. He was a natural, for a father who had just met his children.

You leaned on Eggsy’s shoulder. “What about me?”

“You’re my favorite woman,” he winked.

You pouted playfully. Noah then took you by surprise by snuggling himself into your arms. “You look tired, momma.”

“I’m okay, baby,” you kissed his hair.

“I’m gonna make you breakfast,” he announced, making his way out of your room, pulling Parker with him and leaving you and Eggsy with your daughter.

“What do we do?” you asked him as Beth played with his nose.

My FIRST headcanon! Throw me requests for Eggsy, maybe?

Dating Eggsy Unwin would include:

A villain decides to go to Eggsy’s girlfriend to get what he wants. Eggsy isn’t too thrilled.

Warning: Sick reader. Like, really sick. Also, overprotective Eggsy.

Got this idea from a local movie!

“Eggsy, we have a problem, mate,” Merlin said from Kingsman HQ. Eggsy was driving like a madman from a man named Kurt. Eggsy had something Kurt wanted, you see, but giving it to him meant the Third World War.

“My situation can’t get any worse, can it, Merlin?” Eggsy winced, swerving a bullet Kurt shot at his side mirror.

“Remember when you said that briefcase was your first priority?”

“Yeah.” Eggsy huffed, knowing that he has another thing coming.

“Kurt is going to change his route, according to his GPS,” Merlin said. “and if I’m not mistaken, he’s heading straight for your place.”

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fuck!”

“I’m sending Agent Lancelot there now, but there’s no guarantee she’ll make it on time.”

“Do whatever you have to, Merlin,” Eggsy was close to crying. “she has a weak heart. She could die before the bastard could even do anything.”

“Shit,” Merlin said quietly. “He’s going to take a sharp turn at the Twelfth. Better change routes now, Galahad.”

Eggsy made a sharp U-Turn and started following Kurt to his house, where you were obliviously cooking dinner, hoping Eggsy comes home for the night.

Eggsy pulled out his pistol from his coat and began shooting as he and Kurt exited their cars at the same time.

Fortunately, there was a grass sprinkler conveniently placed in front of their driveway (which Eggsy honestly always trips over) making Kurt faceplant on the floor. Eggsy wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed his gun to his temple.

Eggsy must not have gripped him hard enough, though, because Kurt escaped, stumbling right into your living room.

It was then that you saw Eggsy, your typically gentle boyfriend, pressing a gun to a stranger’s temple. Everyone was frozen for a moment, even Kurt.

You immediately turned your stove off and stared at Eggsy in shock.

“Love, go to our room and lock the door. Now, please--”

Kurt suddenly moved, taking Eggsy’s hand, the one that held the pistol, and pointed it towards him.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

“It’s all right, sweetheart. Why don’t you go on and give Roxy a call? You know Roxy, don’t you?” Eggsy was obviously trying to downplay the situation to calm your heart down.

You nodded blankly and started heading for the stairs when Kurt took Eggsy’s pistol altogether and pointed it towards you.

“No one’s making any calls. No one’s going anywhere,” Kurt turned to look at Eggsy, “til I get what I need. Then I’ll be on my merry way, really.”

You stared at Eggsy, determining his next move.

Kurt kept talking with a wicked smile on his face. “I’ve got a girl of my own, too... not as pretty as you are, of course, but beggars can’t be choosers,” he looked at Eggsy. “What will it be, bruv? The briefcase or the girl?”

“Neither,” a voice said from behind him, and suddenly Kurt shook as if being electrocuted, before dropping to the ground. Then appeared Roxy.

It was only then that you dropped to the floor, clutching at your chest which hurt the whole time Eggsy and the man were here.

“Breathe, love,” said Eggsy, kneeling next to you. You hadn’t realized you were gasping for air. Eggsy turned to Roxy, who just finished examining Kurt. “Hey, could you get her oxygen tank next to the coat rack?”

After Eggsy adjusted the oxygen mask on you, he started rubbing your back soothingly. Feelings of guilt overtook you. Guilt that Eggsy just came close to losing his life and he can’t take care of himself because his girlfriend can’t breathe.

“Relax, love, please,” Eggsy pleaded, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you slightly. “your heart can’t give up on me now.”

You shook your head, taking your index finger and poking Eggsy’s own heart.

Eggsy laughed soundlessly. “What?”

You impatiently pointed at your own heart, then poked his chest again. He smiled understandingly.

“It is my honor to have a heart as sweet as yours,” he said, kissing your temple.

No. It was your honor to have such a sweet man take care of your weak heart. He was, in fact, what makes it strong.

It’s been raining a lot here and I’m home alone so inevitably, a fluffy Eggsy imagine is a must!

You started your day in the kitchen, making broth for Eggsy who had been running a cold since the night before. He had spent a few hours in the pouring rain on a mission and his body didn’t react well.

“I’m starting to think you’re turning into my mum with the way you’re worryin’ about me,” said Eggsy from behind you. You heard his footsteps get louder as he walked to you.

You smiled, not looking at him. “I never told you I was worried.”

“I just know you are,” he finally wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “you should settle down a little, doll... you’re gonna have to learn the art of calm if we’re going to have kids.”

Your heart fluttered at the thought of Eggsy thinking about kids with you. “No kid of mine is going to become a Kingsman, so I think I’m all set.”

“Oh, come on, don’t do that, love. I can’t wait to have a kid come with me on missions.”

“You’d let your daughter become a spy of sorts?” you challenged, knowing full well how overprotective Eggsy would be as a father to a girl. Hell, he was already so protective of you, you didn’t want to think how overbearing he’d become to a baby of his own.

Eggsy huffed. “Fine. But how about a mission for some father-and-son bonding?” he grinned.

“No way in hell,” you said, turning the stove off. Eggsy then lifted you up to the opposite counter top and stepped in between your legs.

“I can’t believe we’re fighting about our non-existent children,” he smiled affectionately, kissing your cheek.

You smiled back, draping your arms over his broad shoulders. “Our beautiful, not-existent children.”

“With you as their mum, I’d expect nothing less.”

“They’re not joining Kingsman, though.”

“Debatable.”

So I wrote a draft and I lost it halfway through. Here’s draft number two.

To my readers who aren’t big fans of Taron Egerton (who plays Eggsy), I highly recommend you look him up. Fine species of a man, he is.

Your phone buzzed as you were placing the tray of eggs into your cart. As you walked, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and giggled like a schoolgirl when your boyfriend’s name flashed on the screen.

Eggsy: Where you at, love?

You smiled, pausing by the bread aisle to respond to him

You: Doing groceries. I’m at the one near the cinema. Eggsy: Working in the area. Let me take you out to dinner? ;) You: I always thought you had a thing for me. Eggsy: I’m crazy about you. How about that dinner? You: Almost done with groceries so I’ll wait for you at the park. Eggsy: Sounds like a plan. See you x

You turned to the juice aisle and shoved your phone back into your pocket. You were about to look for the orange juice Eggsy loved so much when you heard a woman shriek.

You froze, slowly reaching for your phone getting ready to dial Eggsy in case it’s something serious. He always warned you about this. Eggsy inevitably had a lot of enemies so that puts you in constant danger, too. Never overlook a sign of danger, he told you.

You’ve never been in danger, luckily. You were about to tap on the Contacts icon when you heard footsteps and a gun cock behind you. You quickly put your phone in your pocket.

“Hands up where I can see them,” a male voice said from behind you.

Shakily, you visualized your phone screen in your pocket and imagined a dial pad. You tapped out Eggsy’s number, hoping you got all the digits right and that you actually rung him.

You then obeyed the man behind you, raising your hands to your head.

“Good girl,” he said. “now, turn around.”

You slowly turned to face him. The man looked about Eggsy’s age.

“Do you know who I am, Y/N?”

You raised your eyebrows a little.

“Oh, yes, I know who you are.” his expression turned from polite to dark. “You’re the girl who makes my job twice as hard.”

“There must be some mistake,” you spoke, voice trembling. His gun was still pointed at you. “I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

“Nor I you,” he answered. “but you have seen a Galahad in your lifetime, haven’t you?”

You stayed silent. You were well aware of Eggsy’s code name. It was among the few things you knew about his job at Kingsman.

“I think you’ve seen him a decent number of times. You know him like you know your own body, don’t you?” he said, looking at you from head to toe. You shifted slightly.

You didn’t speak.

“We were going to do this quietly, you know. We planned on invading your house instead, but we didn’t have much time to wait for you to get home. See how many innocent lives you’ve cost us, Y/N?”

“What?”

“As we speak, about nine dead bodies are lying on the same floor as us.” Suddenly, the man looked over your shoulder and pulled you towards him, pressing the gun to your temple. You shut your eyes, waiting for the impact.

“What the hell do you want?” a familiar voice asked. You opened your eyes.

Eggsy.

Eggsy was standing in front of you, clad in his suit, umbrella in his left hand. He looked nonchalant, but you could see the fear in his eyes.

“You know what we want, Galahad, and you haven’t given it to us. So you see we had to take more... extreme measures.” the man tightened his hold around you and you tried not to wince.

“You know I can’t do that,” Eggsy tilted his head to the side. “But... you see, you’re at an advantage here.” he used his umbrella to point at you. “I’d do anything for that woman. Anything. And now, her life is in your hands.” he set the umbrella down, leaning on it.

The man pretended to consider this. “True. Give us what we want, then.”

Eggsy stood up straight, chin up, and said, “no.”

Suddenly the man was pulled off of you and for a while, you couldn’t move. As you heard Harry attack the man a few feet away, you stood in place, frozen, arms around yourself.

You watched Eggsy walk slowly towards you, arms stretched out. You met him halfway and walked straight into his open arms.

“I’m so sorry this happened, sweetheart,” you felt him kiss your hair. You just nodded.

You stayed like that for a while. Eggsy stroking your hair and kissing it from time to time, you listening to Harry and Merlin taking care of the... situation. You heard your captor shout in pain and Eggsy tightened his hold around you, starting to walk and lead you out of the store, making sure you didn’t look at the aftermath of everything.

You found yourself seated in Eggsy’s car. You looked to the driver’s seat to see him staring at you with concern.

“I’m alright,” you said softly, forcing a smile. “How about that dinner?”

He gave you a smile of his own, eyes sad. “C’mere,” he said, pulling down the cushion that connected the driver’s seat to the passenger seat. You silently thanked God above for automatic cars.

You slid closer to him, humming when you felt his arms around you again.

“You called me,” he said. “if you hadn’t, I—” Eggsy suddenly stopped talking. After a few moments of silence, you looked up at him.

“You what?”

His eyes watered up. “I don’t want to think about what would have happened.”

You sighed, sitting up to peck his lips then allowed yourself to lean on him again. “Yet you showed up anyway. You really do always save the world.”

You felt Eggsy’s chest shake with his silent laughter.

“Oh, God,” you moaned, palming your face suddenly.

“What?” Eggsy sat up slightly in worry.

“I didn’t get any shopping done today,” you whined.

“There’s no way I’m letting you go in there again,” Eggsy said darkly before kissing your forehead.