#hartwin ficlet

[queenetitania]

Prompt! ^^ Hartwin & “Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.” 💕

Merlinsighed in exasperation. Why, why must he be the best friend of such anoblivious old twit? The way Harry could turn a blind eye to even the tiniest ofEggsy’s signs of interest was beyond him. This boy was so blatantly in lovewith Harry, Merlin failed to understand why Harry didn’t see it. Or if he sawit after all, why didn’t he do something about it? He could encourage and finallyopenly reciprocate the affection that was flowing from Eggsy’s eyes, or hecould demand that the harboured feelings had to be buried. Having been Harry’sbest friend for several decades let him see through the carefully crafted maskbehind which the man tried to conceal his true self, however, so Merlin knewperfectly well that Harry was over the moon for his mentee as well.

Helooked down at Roxy who wore an expression of irritation as she cast an annoyedglance at Harry who was praising Eggsy’s weapon skills yet again. She sighed and traded a long-suffering look with Merlinwho shook his head in shared sullenness.

“Youknow, you’re such wretched creatures,” the tech wiz huffed.

Harryand Eggsy turned around and raised their eyebrows at him.

“Excuseme?” Harry said. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“I’mjust saying. Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

Eggsyadopted a viciously mischievous smirk. “And what tells you that we’re not alreadyheading in that direction?”

Everyonelooked at him, one with an indulgent smile, the other two copping the needle.

“Whydid I even remark on it, why?” Merlin muttered, placing a hand on the small of Roxy’sback and steering her away. “Let’s go somewhere we’re not constantlyinterrupted by soppy idiots.”

Nevertheless,Roxy sent an encouraging wink at Eggsy over her shoulder before she wasshepherded off, and Eggsy replied in the same way.

“Thatwas cheeky, my dear boy,” Harry commented as soon as they were alone.

Eggsyshrugged. “Anything to taunt Merlin, right?”

Harrychuckled. “Well, he has a point, you know.”

Eggsyheld his breath and looked at his mentor in anticipation. Please.

“Wecould, um, deepen our friendship, couldn’t we?”

“Yes,we definitely should,” Eggsy replied a little breathlessly. “And I think we shouldstart right now, don’t you?”

Harryhummed in agreement, raised his hand and drew it tenderly along the line of Eggsy’sjaw to tilt his head slightly upwards, then dropped an affectionate kiss onpetal lips. Eggsy’s arms wrapped around his neck, and Harry knew that this wasthe right decision.

for @thebarofgold from this writing prompt list:Random Sentence Starters

#queene writes #for thebarofgold #kingsman #kingsman ficlet #hartwin ficlet #my writing #thebarofgold #keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction

[stronglyobsessed]

"You have to know I'm in love with you" for Hartwin pretty please?

Thank you!!! And anything for you, darling. *kisses*

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It was like someone had knocked the air right out of his lungs. Eggsy stood at the foot of Harry’s medical bed; he’d ended up there, again. Trying for the life of him to figure out how a man so bloody smart, could be so daft.

“You are not required to be here.” The statement held more doubt than Eggsy was sure Harry intended. Like the words were forced around gravel and spit out with pure ignorance.

Eggsy tossed his hands up. “You’re pretty fucking dense, you know that?” That seemed to offend Harry. His eye grew wide, nose raised in only a way Harry could manage while injured. “I ain’t leaving you.”

To make a point, Eggsy sat at his bedside, crossed his legs and folded hands over his knee, staring at Harry. He wanted to kick him, but that would be unkind considering his right arm was in a cast.

“Eggsy,” Harry sighed, almost resigned.

“Harry,” Eggsy challenged, less patient that Harry had been. “I ain’t leaving,” he added softer.

Harry huffed through his nostrils, annoyance among other things evident on his features, as he situated his injured arm better on a pillow.

“I’m sure you’d rather be doing better things, than sit by an old fools bedside.” That got up Eggsy’s back worse than when Harry told him to leave the room. “You shouldn’t feel obligated to stay,” Harry reminded him.

Eggsy shook his head. “You don’t get it, do you? I love you, Harry.” He leaned forward to touch his good hand. “Ain’t no other place I’d rather be.” The love confession seemed to weigh on Harry’s face. It etched the fine wrinkles on his skin with disbelief and deepened them as he grew heavy with doubt.

“You do?” Is what he whispered.

Eggsy placed his lips tenderly to Harry’s bruised knuckles, being sure to kiss each one, and gazed up at the man who held his whole damn heart and didn’t even know it.

“You have to know I’m in love with you,” Eggsy murmured. It was like he saw Harry for the first time. His expression turned soft, almost youthful for a man nearly sixty, and tender. Harry took a deep breath, as if the revelation was somehow impossible.

Eggsy nodded, unable to provide further verbal assurance, but lifted up to capture his lips in the gentlest kiss ever, mindful to be careful of his healing busted lip. He could feel Harry’s smile as he pulled away. It was wide, as his remaining eye filled with tears, and cracked his busted lip; he really needed to cut this shit and take the position as Arthur.

“I love you, too,” Harry confirmed quietly.

#hartwin #love confessions #eggsy unwin #harry hart #ficlet #words of mine #kingsman #limrx #request #one sentence prompts

[darcyfirth]

Hi. i would like to send you this prompt: Christmas Miracle + Hartwin.

I’m so sorry for filling this prompt probably more than a year and a half late. I always remember that I have prompts in my inbox but could never get to because of irl stuff. Now that quarantine happens, I have more time to write for you guys. I hope you see this and like what you read

Eggsy’s failed her again. She’s always believed in him but this time it is one failure too many. He simply cannot do it even after all that preparation the night before. He even went to bed two hours earlier than usual just in case he slept through the many alarms he had set.

The drape of sadness settling in her eyes when she sees him coming home empty-handed. God, how Eggsy’s heart breaks from thinking about it. Third year in a row it escapes his grasp.

What does he even say when he greets her at the door? When Daisy runs out excitedly, hoping that the promised limited Barbie doll would finally be hers this Christmas?

Curse the damned store for organising a scavenger hunt for their dolls, is the only thought in Eggsy’s mind right now.

Every year they do this. Every. Single. Year.

Fifty limited Barbie dolls hand-crafted for Christmas are sold each year and every year they change their method for customers to acquire it.

You’re thinking of getting in line early for a lucky spot? That’s so two years ago.

Now not only you have to be early, you gotta think and act fast because everyone must solve a riddle in order to get two additional clues for the final answer. Once you have it, you can unlock the whereabouts of the hidden dolls. Of course people can try and simply look for them at every nook and cranny of the shelves. However, upon payment, customers must tell the cashier their answer to the game. Every doll has its own riddle and clues, hence this is a game you can only win by playing it right.

Eggsy looks around and sees the crowd of people clutching their piece of paper and sighs to himself. He isn’t one of the lucky fifty people first in line for the shop’s game. With his experience, he plans to maybe lift one or two riddles from random shoppers and solve them with the help of Lord Almighty Google. Eggsy’s good at being sneaky, it’s one of his strengths.

The people around him though, they cling onto the riddle like its their lives. Even when some of them seem to be wrecking their brain and still cannot find an answer to take home to prized Barbies.

Eggsy’s about to give up and just get Daisy a normal, shabby, everyday Barbie doll, extremely common and not at all limited when suddenly his eyes catches an opening.

There, a sleeve of the paper pokes out from a jacket pocket of a guy standing right next to him. The random man is too busy checking his phone to notice it is close to falling out. He walks briskly to the teddy bear counter, bumping into and politely apologising to innocent bystanders on the way.

Eggsy immediately plans the route to his target and sets out determined. He can do this, Eggsy thinks. Even though he feels immensely guilty because it means taking away the chance of getting the Barbie from someone else.

He gets hesitant when they are about two feet apart. Eggsy watches the man stops suddenly and inspects the wide variety of teddy bears in front of him. Then, he leans forward and starts searching for something at the back. When his hands reappear, they are clearly holding a Christmas edition, nationally limited, and hand-crafted Barbie doll.

Eggsy sighs again, loudly this time, because there goes his final chance at making Daisy happy.

The man’s head jerks up at Eggsy’s voice and turns back, bespectacled eyes questioning.

“It’s nothing, sorry, erm, sorry about that,” Eggsy says, waving his hand in embarrassment.

“You look sad, like you just watched your only puppy died, doesn’t seem like nothing to me,” the man says without sarcasm.

“Wow, you’re blunt,” Eggsy laughs. But he is rewarded with an unimpressed look.

“Well, yes and no. Yes, I’m sad and no, I don’t have a puppy. I’m like this because my only sister wants a doll and I just missed a chance at making her happy. Again.”

“How so?” The man tilts his head slightly, his brown eyes curious.

Eggsy says, “To be honest, I thought you didn’t care much about losing that paper in your pocket which has the riddle in it. I was hoping you either drop it on your way here or I could accelerate the process and be its new owner.”

“Wow, you’re blunt,” the man shoots back, amused.

“Hey, if it didn’t happen, it didn’t happen,” Eggsy shrugs and says his goodbye, “congratulations on solving the riddle. You’re going to make someone you love super happy.”

“Huh? Oh,” the tall man looks at his doll, chuckles and shakes his head, “No, this? I don’t want this.”

Well, that brings Eggsy back.

Then, what he sees will probably be forever imprinted in his memory because the strange, very, very strange man just pulls out black device? Scanner? And unlocks the box using it. He then gently takes out the doll, undresses it, pinches a small chip stuck to its back and dresses the doll back to normal again. Once he finishes with returning the box to its original state, he walks to stand in front of Eggsy and hands him what he, no, Daisy, has been longing for for months.

“Here you go, it’s yours,” he says, nonchalant. Cool as a cucumber that he is.

“What?”

“The doll isn’t what I came here for in the first place. Password at the cashier is, in this exact order: an egg, 2020 vision, and 419. Did you catch it? Repeat them to me.”

“Ah? An egg, 2020 vision? What is that? And 419? That’s the password?”

“Yep. And here’s the paper in case they need proof that you’ve solved it,” he carries on, uncaring of Eggsy’s wide-eyed, unashamed staring.

“Why would you do this to me? You can sell the doll on eBay for so much money!”

The man smiles, it brightens up his stern face and Eggsy is momentarily struck speechless at the sight, “Oh, that’d take too much effort. And I don’t think money is as important as making someone I love super happy. Am I right?”

He is about to disappear into the crowd once again when Eggsy remembers and shouts at him, “Thank you, guy in a suit! Merry Christmas!”

Said man in a suit looks back and grins, he replies, “Merry Christmas, Eggsy.”

It is not until he is queuing at the cashier that Eggsy realises he never tells this guy his name.

#hartwin #harry hart #eggsy unwin #kingsman #hartwin fic #ficlet #prompt #*tara writes #(The Kingsman glasses informs its user of the ID of people it scans) #dwarfanonymice #asks #replies

[coloursflyaway]

Dirk+Todd: 57+24 - Thor+Loki: 100+4 - Harry + Eggsy: 60+70 (You don't have to do all of them, but I'd be so happy :D)

Dirk/ Todd, 57: Forgotten First Meeting and 24: Soulmate AU

Oh Jesus, I actually kind of started to write a fanfic about that and never finished it!But anyway. This is like, almost but not quite what you asked, but I hope good enough after all (: (Meine Deutschlehrerin hätte es wohl trotzdem eine Themenverfehlung genannt)

They’re younger still, Dirk has just come to America, and everything is new and bright and loud and beautiful and he loves every second. He’s scared, too, also every second of it, but that doesn’t matter quite as much, not when everything is so exciting. He buys new clothes, and incredible amounts of pizza, and life is good, at least for now. Sometimes there are cases,  sometimes he even solves them, and it should be enough, but after a while, it isn’t anymore. There’s has always been this itch inside of him (if Dirk had ever known a home before, he’d call it homesickness), and back in England he had learnt to live with it, but now, in this new, strange land, he finds that it gets worse with every beat of his heart, every breath he takes. He doesn’t know why, or what causes it, but one night he wakes up, choking on it, and there is just one thought left in his mind; he needs to walk. And walk he does, without knowing where to, only that with every step he takes, it gets a bit easier to breathe. The city around him turns dirty, run-down, but he keeps walking, until he’s standing underneath a window that’s brightly lit, open although Dirk is fairly certain that it’s dangerous to keep it that way in the night.A moment passes in which he doesn’t know why he has stopped, then a guitar starts to play, and a voice belts out two, three, four words, and Dirk is home. He knows that voice although he never heard it before, he knows the person behind it, although they never met. And he knows they’ll meet, someday, somewhere, and that he’ll look at them and never leave again. It takes another five years, seven months, two weeks and twenty-eight days until he finds out that the band he listened to under that window was called Mexican Funeral, and seven days less than that to find his soulmate. 

Thor/Loki, 4: Coffee Shop AU and 100: Accidentally Savingthe Day

(I’m really bad at getting these topics right 100%)

It’s not that Thor wanted to start working in the shop, it just happened. The world is quiet after all, now after Thanos has only left half of them alive, too many empty spaces to be filled. Thor tries not to think of what is left of him, or his heart, or what used to fill it, so he spends as much time as possible outside, sometimes just walking, sometimes helping, sometimes finding a spot in this empty city that’s loud enough to make it impossible to think. One of those is a small café, which used to be run by a couple, now only one woman who looks twenty years older than her age, and cries in the kitchen when she thinks no one notices, clutching a tattered photo to her chest. At first, it’s only supposed to be a small act of kindness, because Thor knows she needs the money, and there is a man, who has been waiting to be served for ten minutes at least without her reappearing, swollen eyes or not. So he gets up from his seat, walks behind the counter and makes the best cup of coffee he possibly can. It must still taste bitter, but the man just thanks him, hands him a bill and leaves. Thor doesn’t need his dead brother’s magic to know that the man he just served is as broken, as splintered inside as he is, as the woman running this café is. And it doesn’t help to help him, not really, but it is something to do and something to forget yourself in, and Thor figures that, if any of the Avengers needed him, they’d find him eventually. So he stays.

He doesn’t come to work every day, and if, he doesn’t always help, but the owner, Ingrid, he learns, and he find an understanding without ever talking about it. Sometimes, she leaves for hours on end, comes back drunk, or crying, or not at all; sometimes he flinches when someone with green eyes comes inside, or cannot speak when a young man smiles with just enough mischief in his eyes. Once, he punches a hole into the wall when a young woman asks him how he is holding up. Ingrid just puts a poster up over it.

Then, one day, there’s an attack. Nothing special, at least not by his standards, some other race, come to enslave humanity once more, and Thor could fight them, should fight them, but he’s tired. He has lived millennia and suddenly he feels each year weighing him down, and he knows Ingrid feels almost the same, so while he could try, he doesn’t. Instead, he takes a punch, takes a second, finds that the pain gets easier to bear with every drop of blood they beat out of him.

His nose splinters under a fist, his lip splits open, and suddenly the air next to him moves, swirls, tastes tart and familiar on his tongue. Thor opens his eyes, although the blood makes them sting, watches the air turn golden and green and black in front of him. It shouldn’t be possible, not until he’s stepped foot in Valhalla, and yet Loki is there, his armor glistening in the sunlight and his expression screaming murder. Slender fingers thread themselves into his hair, pull his head back until Loki can look at him properly. There is something like pity in his eyes, or maybe it’s just pain; Thor only has a moment to recognise it. Maybe it’s love. “Stand down”, Loki hisses, and although his words are hardly loud enough to stir the air, no one dares to move. “He’ll be mine to kill once Ragnarök comes.”

Harry/Eggsy, 60: Poorly TimedConfession and 70: Locked in a Room

“Oh, you have got to be kiddin’ me.” Eggsy tries the doorknob again, pushes his shoulder into the door, but it won’t budge, just like the last time he tried this. Or the one before. Or the one before. It’s not his fault, though, not really, because the Statesman HQ is huge, and he has gotten lost more often than not, and there are four different doors to choose from in the kitchen. Usually, he chooses the right ones, too, but apparently not in a panic. 

“Eggsy?”, comes a voice from the other side, Harry, who sounds genuinely concerned. “Are you alright?”It’s a difficult question to answer; physically, yes, psychologically? Not quite. Not after he unthinkingly told Harry, “G’night for now, love you”, before realising what he had said, tried to run out of the room, but instead got himself locked up in the supply closet. “Yes?”, he tries anyway, finds that he sounds as unconvincing as he feels. “Mostly.”

There is a pause, loaded, it feels at least to Eggsy, who stops jingling the doorknob and instead just sinks down onto the floor to wallow in misery there. He doesn’t think Harry is going to hate him for this - he can’t call it crush, not when it’s so much more - this thing, but he will try to talk to Eggsy about it, and everything between them will be incredibly uncomfortable from now, and at the moment, that sounds almost as bad. 

“Is there something you would like to tell me?”, Harry finally says, every word pronounced carefully, slowly, like Eggsy is a small animal he is trying not to frighten. “I really think saying it once is bad enough”, Eggsy responds, and there is half a chuckle in his voice, born of desperation, not mirth. “It hasn’t changed much in the two minutes you haven’t seen me, bruv.”Again, a pause, the shuffle of shoes and a mumbling that sounds like Harry is talking to himself, then, “So you did mean it.”

Harry says it with wonder in his voice, something almost sounding like amazement, and Eggsy won’t hope, he won’t, he - “You know, dear boy”, Harry says, and his voice still sounds the same, just warmer, softer. “I quite return the sentiment.”

It doesn’t take a moment for Eggsy to understand the words Harry is saying, it doesn’t even take a minute, or two, it takes a year at least, a century at most.“You what?”, he asks back, halfway through it, and Harry, still hidden behind that blasted door, laughs. “Love you too”, he replies, and Eggsy’s brain short-circuits, has him on his feet, pressed against the wood within a second. “What?”, he asks again, like it‘s the only word he’s still able to form. “Do I really have to repeat myself?”, Harry asks instead of answering, “The answer hasn’t changed much in the few seconds you haven’t asked.”“Kinda. Yeah”, Eggsy mutters, rests his head against the door; if he has wished this door to hell before, now he’s ready to carry it there himself. There’s a tentative happiness starting to blossom in the back of his mind, lighter than anything else he has ever felt, and so overwhelming Eggsy isn’t sure he’ll be able to take in all of it at once.

“I love you, then”, Harry says again, softly now, as if he was pressed against the door too. Eggsy really hopes he is. This time, the happiness almost washes him away, makes him dizzy. It still hasn’t quite sunken in that he could really, truly have this, Harry by his side, holding his hand, kissing him, but it will with time. As soon as he can get past this door, and look at Harry while he says those words again.

“Get me the fuck out of here, Harry”, he says, no, demands, closes his eyes and tries to imagine how it’ll be to be with the only person he never thought he could have a chance with. “And I swear, if you don’t kiss me so hard I’ll see stars once I am, you’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight.”“I think I can do both.”

Send me two tropes, a ship and I’ll write you a far too long ficlet about it

#ficlets #thorki #brotzly #hartwin #sorry this took forever btw #mattmurdick

[amassinganarmada]

5,200 words in one day? I didn't even know I could do that!

#Writing Blog #nanowrimo #I really wanted to finish a ficlet of fluff to post before turkey day #but this other story took over oops #also I had an idea for a super angsty Hartwin fic that's already 2k #hahaha let's hope I never finish that one

[harttwin]

Eggsy jumps up from the sofa the moment he sees JB’s little ears perking up, a telltale sign that there is someone at the door. Fucking finally. He scrambles with his own feet, almost falling onto his face as he gets around the sofa, only to get to the hall and see Harry coming in, closing the door behind himself and going to take off his coat.

“Oh,” Eggsy breathes in disappointment. “It’s you.”

Harry looks up at his tone, raising an eyebrow. “Yes. It’s me. Arriving in my own home,” he said slowly. “Where you expecting someone else?”

Eggsy huffed and shook his head. “My food was supposed to be here an hour ago, it’s taking forever,” he complained with a pout, already starting to make his way back to his previous position on the sofa.

“Oh, you mean this?” Harry asks, lifting a hand to show Eggsy a paper bag he’s holding gingerly, doing his best not to let any of the grease that is almost dripping off to get anywhere near his clothes.

Eggsy perks up, stopping immediately. “Is that-“

Harry smirks at him and nods. “Coincidentally both me and the delivery boy arrived at the same time. Not sure you deserve to have it now, though,” he tuts.

Eggsy makes his way over to Harry, grinning from ear to ear as he presses a kiss to his lips and snatches his deliciously greasy food from his fingers. “Thanks, Harry,” he singsongs as he steps back, carrying his food back to the sofa with him while Harry laughs fondly.

#ficlet #my ficlet #hartwin #lmao sorrh i had to be tje one to write it but i couldnt take the idea off of my head

[hartwinorlose]

so @mustardprecum and i were talking and we got into Cupid!Eggsy who’s job is to make other people fall in love, but he’s not allowed to fall in love with himself, especially with a human

but he just can’t help himself when he gets Lee and Michelle Unwin together and realizes Lee’s mentor, Harry Hart, is pretty damn appealing. he keeps close tabs on him even though it’s painful because he knows he can’t be with him anyway, but at least he can look, and that’s something

then Lee goes and gets himself killed and Eggsy can’t stand the look on Michelle’s and Harry’s faces

so he breaks one of the ancient laws and brings Lee back to life

and sure, Eggsy gets exiled and his wings get taken away, but Lee and Michelle have never been happier and Eggsy thinks it’s worth it

Eggsy keeps up his habit of watching Harry, forgetting that he isn’t a Cupid anymore, isn’t invisible to humans

and Harry can’t quite feel like moony-eyed young man following him around lately is a threat, but he is extremely curious about him

one day, Harry whisks around a corner and stops just on the other side, waiting for the shadow he’s picked up. sure enough, Eggsy comes strolling right after him, stopping when he sees Harry staring right at him

Eggsy is all “oh, shit” when he realizes he’s completely visible and tries to high-tail it out of there, but Harry grabs him before he can take off, asks him who he is, why he’s been following him, all the standard stuff

and Eggsy is blushing like mad because he doesn’t want to admit that he’s sort of fallen in love with Harry over the years of watching him live his life, but he doesn’t really know what he can say either. so, naturally, he just stammers out something about Harry being well fit and wanting a better look

Harry just stands there for a bit before he has to laugh, because really that was the last thing he’d been expecting. so, being the gentleman he is, he offers to take Eggsy out once, just for fun

Eggsy can’t believe his luck and he agrees immediately because, hey, he’s a Cupid, first dates are kind of His Thing

as it turns out, observing dates as a Cupid and actually being on one are two completely different things and Eggsy makes an absolute fool of himself more than once

Harry is completely charmed

the second date goes much better

#kingsman #hartwin #cupid!eggsy #ficlet #just sort of a cute thing #even though it's nowhere near valentine's day lol

[charlehesketh-blog]

How about some Hartwin fluff + walking JB in the park together? (If you write hartwin, that's it)

This is basically an invitation for me to make JB a hellhound, thank you so much.

For such a small, lazy dog, JB was an eager little brat as far as daily walks were concerned. If he wasn’t out for a stroll in Hyde Park by precisely 3 pm, Eggsy wouldn’t hear the end of it.

JB was a punctual walker, and if he didn’t get his half-hour stroll around the park, he’d chew up Eggsy’s Jordan Scott’s and scratch up the front door.

On this particular day, the park wasn’t too crowded, so his guard was down. Normally he’d have to hold JB back until he was choking himself pulling against the leash, but today he seemed fine.

Tongue half-hanging out of his mouth, wheezing softly, swaggering along on his wide-set legs, his curled tailed bouncing and bringing some joy to Eggsy. Maybe JB had finally settled down, and he wouldn’t drag his walker halfway across the park to chase a squirrel.

However, when he turned back, he found JB dashing towards Round Pond, tongue practically slapping against the side of his face.

His eyes went wide, and he sprinted, screaming “JACK BAUER UNWIN, COME BACK HERE!”

Eggsy dodged people walking the same path as him, nearly knocking himself off his feet when he swooped out of the way of a woman pushing a pram. She swore at him, which he didn’t mind, as he was on a mission to stop his dog from leaping into Round Pond and drowning.

JB’s trajectory landed on a man sitting on a bench near the pond, reading a book and seemingly ignoring the chaos ensuing a little less than ten feet away from him. The pug leaped up into the man’s lap, slobbering on him and yapping.

Eggsy was out of breath and red in the face as he approached the man now petting and scratching JB’s face. He was going to keep JB from his treats for a night as punishment for this madness, but it seemed that no harm was done.

The man looked up to Eggsy, his grin turning to more of a smirk as he lifted JB off of his lap with a huff.

“Is he yours?” He stood up, holding the flailing pug awkwardly and trying to give him back to Eggsy.

He grinned much too big back at the stranger and took JB back, intentionally brushing his hand against the strangers’.

“Yeah, that’s JB. He’s a prat.” He put JB down, ensuring that the collar was secure and he couldn’t escape again. “So, who is it I’m buying a pint for later tonight?”

He thought he’d fucked up for a moment, but the man smirked.

“Harry.” He and Eggsy started down the path again, JB walking in front of them with a large, happy smile on his smooshed face.

“Eggsy. Sorry about him.” He gestured at the pug.

Harry looked down to his watch, furrowing his brow at the display.

“Have to get back to work. Meet me at the Black Prince at 8, I’ll buy you a pint instead.” He smirked as he said this, making Eggsy almost giggle as the man bid him farewell and strode quickly down the path.

Were he so inclined, he would have kissed JB for introducing him to such a heartthrob.

#hartwin #harry hart #eggsy unwin #ficlet #my fanfiction #kingsman

[ser-comfrance]

So Imagine; Eggsy and Harry, having nowhere else to go, coming home to London and crashing at Michelle’s house.

Eggsy fucking ecstatic because he’s missed so much and Daisy’s so big, and they’d lost track of how long they’d been in America and, “What! It’s no November already!? As if I missed Halloween!”

Eggsy absolutely not balling his eyes out when Dais vanishes and reappears in her best princess dress and vampire teeth, with a plastic batman mask for him.

“Put it on like this,” she says, jamming it on his face upside down. “And say ‘tickor treat’.”

She pulls out her bag of sweets and they spend the entire day eating chocolate and watching nightmare before christmas and he loves that she snuggles in for the scary bits even on the 4th showing.

Harry finding him a few days later, curled into the sofa with a bag of frozen peas on his face, cursing the fireworks. Harry sighing fondly, “You know we don;t have dental resources right now, you idiod child, why.”

But he lets Eggsy lay his head in Harry’s lap, and strokes his hair, and Daisy snuggles into his stomach, and his mum picks up a ton of ibuprofen for him and lets him pick the films even though he’s half asleep, and the toothache is totally worth it.

#hartwin #ficlet #my writing #i may or may not have toothache rn #kingsman fic

[queenetitania]

And another prompt, because I'm greedy ^^ Hartwin & "If you buy that, I’m leaving you." Love you 😙

Harry crossed his arms and pursed his lips. “Eggsy, asdearly as I love you, if you buy that revolting thing, I’m leaving you.”

Eggsy, hiding his grin in the corner of his mouth, turnedaround and raised an eyebrow. “What’s the matter?” he asked, playing innocent,although both of them knew that he was far from being oblivious. He met Harry’sunfaltering, even hostile, stare with perfect ease and a brazenness thatbordered dangerously on a minor war.

“Eggsy, put it down again. I forbid you to spend money onsuch rubbish.”

“It’s not even that expensive,” countered the young man,glancing down on the treasure he had unearthed at the jumble sale he haddragged his spouse to.

“That’s even worse. I will not allow that to cross the threshold to my house.”

“Our house,” Eggsy corrected him, unperturbed. “I’d buy itonly for your sake.”

Harry inhaled sharply. “Mysake?” he hissed, slightly affronted by that suggestion. “I don’t want that!”

Eggsy smiled sweetly up at him. “You’re right, not yoursake. I meant for Mr Pickle’s sake.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, we can put it in the downstairs loo, then poor old MrP won’t be alone any longer. I am astonished that you never thought about somethingto keep him company.” Eggsy contemplated his purchase-to-be once again. “Yes,”he nodded, “this will do very nicely.”

Harry opened his mouth to contradict him, but he didn’t seemto find the words he was looking for. “But,” he cast for something sensible toreply, “but, Eggsy, it’s hideous!”

Eggsy chuckled at the desperate tone the older man’s voicehad adopted. “Doesn’t matter, love. Mr P won’t mind. Look, I’m sure he’ll loveit.”

Harry shook his head and tried to step in his husband’s wayas Eggsy tried to catch the attention of the woman in charge of the till.

Sometimes, Harry still resented himself for having given inso easily. Of course, Eggsy was the most important person in his life, and he gladlykilled to save him and reassure his happiness, but this unsightly toilet lidwith the hand-painted picture of a pug looking up at the one entering thebathroom really was too much.

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[stronglyobsessed]

This is a ficlet for @plotwitch - and tumblr won’t let me tag them, grrr - that they requested for my one sentance prompt ask.

The request was: Hartwin, "Fuck, I don't have any condoms or lube and we're trapped in this cottage for the next week."

Thank you for the request, love!! <3

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“Oh no, no, no, NO!” Eggsy pawed through the three suitcases they’d packed. He hadn’t lost his mind, he was sure of it, and even surer that his mate of four years would be less than pleased if he came up empty.

Harry wandered in a plush, white towel hung around his hip and fuck! Look at those damp curls, water dripped from a few strands; Eggsy moaned pitifully.

“What’s the matter darling?” His alpha approached him, wrapping his arms around Eggsy’s waist, and scented his bond mark. “You smell dreadful,” Harry murmured against his skin.

He was pissed!

“I misplaced some...important items,” Eggsy admitted. He continued his search, because there was no damn way he’d forgotten two VERY important staples for their trip.

“Oh, come now, darling. It can’t be that bad,” Harry soothed with a sound kiss. “I’m sure we can go without.” He made it sound so simple. No fucking way they could survive without these.

“No, we can’t, Harry.” Eggsy tried to rein in his aroma, at least calm it the fuck down. Though he wasn’t very successful, Harry’s rising scent confirmed this.

“Well, I can think of a way we can...forget of the situation.” Harry bucked his knot suggestively against Eggsy’s backside, making his anxiety skyrocket. “Come, let's make use of this nice, goose feather down king sized bed, hm?” His hands wandered down Eggsy’s chest to his jeans, where long, skilled fingers freed the button and lowered the zipper.

Eggsy whimpered, relishing Harry’s gentle touches and kisses, with more than arousal.

“No, babe, stop!” Eggsy begged, reluctantly separating himself from Harry, and all but lunged onto the bed, face first into the pillows. “Fuck, I don’t have any condoms or lube, and we’re trapped in this cottage for the week!” His voice was muffled by a pillow.

“I wouldn't call it STUCK,” Harry huffed, his scent tainted with offense.

Eggsy waved a hand aimlessly behind his back. “That’s not the point,” he groaned. “I thought I packed it!! How did I forget that?!” He slammed his feet against the mattress, throwing a proper strop about it.

All Harry did was sigh. Eggsy heard his footsteps echo down the hall and putter back. The mattress dipped as Harry climbed in beside Eggsy and coaxed him to face his alpha.

“This can work.” Harry dangled a bottle of sweet almond oil in front of his face. “Olive oil would have worked, too, but I found this. And it is far superior to other oils for natural lubricants.”

Eggsy’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “The fuck?” He took the glass bottle and examined it. “You sure?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Have a bit of faith, eh?” When Eggsy didn’t answer, he added, “I googled it and double checked with Merlin.” Eggsy groaned. “It was either that or spit lube for the week.”

“Why did we pick a cottage in the middle of nowhere?” Literally, no stores or civilization of any kind around them. It was both peaceful, and bloody irritating at this point.

“Let’s not worry about that.” Harry leaned in for a sweet kiss. “Shall we get back to fun?”

Eggsy narrowed his eyes. “Condoms?” He watched Harry smile slowly, a gleam in his eyes that he didn’t fully trust.

“We don’t need them,” he answered simply.

“You gonna pullout? Because I’m a product of that.” His alpha poured delight as he came forward and slowly began to undress Eggsy. “Harry?” Eggsy squeaked.

“I believe we have discussed starting a family, hm?” Harry murmured against Eggsy’s neck. “What better time than now?”

Eggsy stopped him, pulling back to get a better look at his face, as tears filled his eyes.

“You mean that?” Eggsy wanted a family, wanted to carry Harry’s pups.

“With my entire soul, my omega,” Harry growled happily.

“I fucking love you.” Eggsy lunged at him. Little discussion was had the rest of the night, and needless to say the rest of the week was spent in bed…or any surface they could fuck on.

And nine months later, Eggsy stared down at their brown, curly haired newborn son. Who they named Alfred Hilton, Alfie for short, after the cottage they made their little boy in. Call it cheesy, but Eggsy was quite happy with the decision.

“He’s perfect.” Eggsy nuzzled his neck, soothing the little whimpers that left his tiny, pink bow lips.

“You’re both perfect,” Harry corrected.

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[coloursflyaway]

"I can't be your best man"

Thank you so much!! ♥

„I can't beyour best man", Harry tells him, hands clasped behind his back, his posturestraight, even if he looks sad, resigned. “I am very sorry, Eggsy, I should havetold you before.”“What do you mean, you can’t be my best man?”, Eggsy asks, heart dropping,because there is just one person he wants with him up at the altar, if not byhis side, then at least like this. “I can’t, Eggsy, not because I do not wish you all the happiness in the world,but because –“, Harry takes a deep breath, closes his eye for a moment, as ifhe needs to steel himself for a storm to come, “- because I cannot bearstanding beside the man I love and watch him get married.”The world comes to an end and is reborn, the sun burns out and starts shining,time stops and is restarted; Harry Hart loves him, and nothing is like it wasbefore.“Then don’t”, he whispers, because he can hardly even find his voice, stepsjust a little bit closer, “And marry him instead.”

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[elrhiarhodan]

Made-up fic title: "The Unendurable Tease" (And feel free to go Kingsman with this! Whatever strikes your fancy!)

Waves hi and hugs you tightly!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

Thank you so much for asking and giving me room to play in my newest obsession.  

This strikes me very much as a Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin story, but one where the tables are turned.  Harry’s the tease, he’s always catching Eggsy’s eye, licking his lips, making very subtle, but highly charged sexual innuendo.  He’ll take Eggsy out for a pint and then give his glass a hand job.  He’s touch Eggsy in the guise of guiding him - a brief hand on a shoulder, at the base of Eggsy’s spine.  

Everything he does keeps his boy on a slow simmer and Eggsy is constantly walking around with a half-hard dick.  He needs to make a move on Harry but can’t quite seem to get up the courage, and this goes on for months.  Eggsy’s going out of his mind with lust and finally gets a honeypot assignment.

Harry is - naturally - in his ear, directing him on what to do, how to touch the mark, how to fuck the mark, and finally Eggsy gets it - Harry won’t make a move because what Harry really wants is for Eggsy to take control.  Or, actually, for Eggsy to lose control.

Eggsy comes home from the mission and he bursts into Harry’s house, all aroused and wild-eyed and pins the bastard to the wall and then over the couch, and across the dining room table.  He fucks Harry on every horizontal surface in that stupidly posh house and Harry loves it.

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[frost-pink]

i wrote a thing!!!!

part of an avent calendar: Harry is stuck doing paperwork but fortunately Eggsy stops by to make his day a little better. All it needs is some tea - and some cleverly placed mistletoe. enjoy!!!!

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[hartwinorlose]

hartwin first sentence: "You fucking bitch."

“You fucking bitch.” 

“Language, Eggsy,” Harry says with a smirk on his face. “Do I get an answer?”

“Yes,” Eggsy says, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”

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[charlehesketh-blog]

Serenade

“He plays guitar.”

Merlin can tell by the sort of shy way Harry tells him this, that it’s obvious he’s crushing on the nameless boy who he’s seen singing love songs to passersby on the front lawn every damn day.

“Did he sing to you?” He leans back against the bench, wondering who on campus he’s terrorising now.

“I was walking by and he stood up to grab my attention, literally. He told me, very slyly, that he’d been trying to get to me since about two weeks ago. So he sang ‘Beautiful Stranger’ and about everyone walking by stopped to watch the both of us,” he smirks slightly. “Needless to say, I think he’s interested.”

--

Another day passes before Merlin meets this nameless boy.

He’s walking cross the quad with Harry, both carrying their calculus books and heading towards the coffee shop. Merlin didn’t want to admit to a caffeine addiction, but Harry was partial to seasonal lattes.

Like clockwork, almost on cue, the boy popped out from a crowd, holding his acoustic guitar at his side. He waves down Harry, unable to miss the fluffy cloud of brown curls.

“Hey!” He rushes over, and Harry is surprised to see the coy smile spreading cross his face.

“You remember me?” He’s sure to play coy right back, all while Merlin gets the joy of watching it all play out.

The boy holds out his hand, now deciding to make a good first impression (as if singing a love song to a stranger isn’t enough of a great first impression).

Harry takes it, and the boy is almost nervous when they shake hands. Almost as if he isn’t comfortable with shaking hands at all.

When they draw away, he goes to shake Merlin’s hand, as well.

“Your name?” Harry asks, finally.

The boy grins, and nods.

“Yeah, right. Eggsy, Eggsy Unwin?” He cocks a sharply-arched eyebrow. “Ya heard of me reputation before ya heard of me at all, probably.”

“I only know you as the boy who sings at everyone on campus. I also forgot to compliment your voice when you were serenading me,” Harry thinks himself incredibly smooth in that moment.

Eggsy’s face lights up.

“Thanks,” he motions at Harry, a gesture to find out his name.

“Harry Hart. And that’s Merlin.” He points towards his friend, who’s looking past the current situation now.

“We were gonna go get drinks. Wanna come with?” Merlin steps forward, pointing towards the little coffee place offset from the cafeteria.

Eggsy looks in the general direction of his pointing, and immediately accepts.

“No one’s ever asked me out to coffee before,” his smile is now turning subtler.

It’s Harry’s turn to grin, and once they’re ordered their drinks, they sit in the grass, in a sort of circle. Merlin and Harry sit close, while Eggsy tunes his guitar between sips of iced coffee.

“You like him,” Merlin teases, and Harry shrugs.

“He’s cute, but I bet he’s not boyfriend material.”

Merlin nudges him, grinning. “Just go for it! He’s hot and he can sing. Already he’s perfect boyfriend material.”

Harry gives a small smirk towards Merlin, before scooting over to sit beside Eggsy.

“Are you going to sing ‘Beautiful Stranger’ again?” Harry leans in to watch Eggsy tune the guitar.

He turns to Harry, and gives a sort of self-satisfied smirk.

“I’ve made a list of songs I’ll play for you,” he runs his fingers along the strings.

“Want to give me any hints?” Harry leans in a bit closer.

Eggsy throws his guitar over his back, and gets up, sipping his drink.

“You’ll just have to wait.” He laughs brightly, and walks away, the violent bell shrieking and bringing Harry out of his daze, leaving him to only fantasise about what could come next as he and Merlin walk to their next lectures.

Though, that would not be the last he saw of Eggsy.

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