chin up, princess

or the crown'll slip. ind. princess tilde. under co.

[scotborn]

✄ love me i'm garbage

 ：//ＦＩＬＥＤ ＵＮＤＥＲ： ＭＥＭＥＳ．  (     KISSING MEME .    ) ( ✄- Kiss while in bed !  )

❝  Darling… ❞

But her lips catch his mid greeting. She’dbeen away for far too long and while heunderstood that she had work that neededto be done, it hadn’t made being lonely mucheasier.

So of course, after a rather pleasant sleep withher in his arms, he’s met with that passion he’smissed and he can’t help but slip calloused fingersinto blonde locks and roll his hips against hers in anattempt to further things along. 

❝ Don’ make an’ old man BEG.  ❞

She would, and in turn, he’d give in. That’s what this wasafter all. Her taking him into her arms and showing him awarmth he hadn’t felt in years and him holding her anddoing things he knew would make any queen blush.

It was a sinful but comfortable give and take and rightthen? She’s overdue. 

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singlemaltscott:

 O P E N

“I dunno. This mornin’, perhaps.” It’s a CANDID answer, more or less. He’s not quite sure when the last time he ate was. He vaguely recalls having toast with his coffee in the morning but then again that could have been the previous day. He’s still typing, fingers working rapidly across the keyboard as his eyes flit from screen to screen, scanning through the bits and pieces of INFORMATION he’s brought up. The world is still recovering from the effects of V-Day, though most countries are back on the right track more or less at the very least. It’s a start. “…’m fine. I’ll catch a bit o’ rest later.” It’s been LONGER since he’s slept than the last time he ate. He’s been keeping himself going on a steady diet of coffee, the occasional energy bar, caffeine pills, and sheer stubbornness. Healthy? No. Effective? Just enough.

      “last night.” tilde corrects him, because she isn’t going to count the 5 nibbles he took from the piece of toast that she sat in front of him as having had breakfast. she hadn’t pushed then, since she’d hoped that his body would push him to eating something substantial before she returned home from therapy but since he didn’t actually KNOW the answer to her question, she was fairly sure that it was safe to say that he hadn’t. which meant that he hadn’t eaten since dinner.

       “you’re not fine. put it down.” he raised her to be a great deal more polite and to not interrupt when he was working, but after a fairly INTENSE session, tilde was far beyond anything resembling nice.

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singlemaltscott:

There was still a lot to talk about and Merlin knew that they would, in time. But time wasn’t something that he’d have in the next week, the next two weeks, the next month. Perhaps even longer. It would depend once they took stock of the DAMAGE that had been caused by V-Day. At the moment the death tolls were still coming in. They were still waiting to hear back from their agents and staff. Everything would hinge on how great their loss was and the losses sustained internationally.

“I go’ a bit done while ye were in the shower. I think I can stay here a bit longer.” Merlin certainly wanted to be there with her until she got to sleep. Then again, he could grab some things from his office and bring them back to work at his desk in the room. He wasn’t really keen on the idea of LEAVING her side at the moment, even while she was resting. “And I can take my things back o’er here-” He gestured to his desk.”-later.”

“no, it’s ok, i’ll be okay.” really, there was only so much pity she could take. her father never really coddled her, even when she was little, but she could feel the guilt and the need to make things better rolling off of him in WAVES and it was almost too much to bear. despite the fact that she knew her roller coaster of emotion was entirely justified, it was just second nature to want to soothe that for him, just like she knew that his every instinct was screaming at him to make everything she was feeling better right now. it just...wasn’t going to work that way, as much as she wished he could.

leaning back, she takes one of his hands in both of hers. “really, papa. i’ll be alright. i’m just going to lay down, try to get some SLEEP.” if she was honest with herself, chances were that she’d fail. but at least it would give him time to get some work done, and then maybe a little sleep of his own.

[scotborn]

[ calm ]

：//ＦＩＬＥＤ ＵＮＤＥＲ： ＭＥＭＥＳ．( NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . )

[ CALM ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

She can tell. His arms are tightly woundover his chest, getting tighter still as thebooming sound of construction fills hisears. She’d brought him along, likes to showthe works she’s involved in and cuttingribbons for care centers while also partakingin groundbreaking ceremonies was part ofher job as future queen.

She hadn’t told him they’d be working, rushedto meet a deadline and the loud sounds bringhim back to that jungle, to where he’d sung asong meant to be his last and to where he’dgone and tried to be a hero only to live withwith an irreparable choice.

Her voice is soft as reaches for his hand andthe gentle ‘Just breathe’ is taken like the lifevest he knows she means to give. Nostrilsflare and he calms himself. His eyes shutand he voice is all her wants to hear.

She’s soft as she speaks, tells him how wellhe’s doing, that she’s right here and when hefinally finds the courage, he meets her gazewith muddled hazel eyes.

❛ ‘m fine. ❜

It’s best to pretend it hadn’t happened. If itwasn’t real, then he’d be able to cling to thiswhirlwind romance just a while longer.

A selfish thought but true nonetheless.

[singlemaltscott]

                                                   -AND GO FUCK YOURSELF.                                                                 independent merlin of kingsman

[zintersoldier]

anyone else have a heart thats too soft….. a marshmallow heart…… tempur-pedic mattress heart…. a cotton candy heart…..

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singlemaltscott:

“Sometimes there’s nae much choice…” Merlin furrowed his brow slightly. Minimal casualties, of course, would have been ideal. But between the lives of the few and the lives of the many, the many won out. The MISSION came first. And the lives of Valentine, Gazelle, and the men and women who’d gotten those implants had unfortunately been the few. They hadn’t been able to compromise the lives and wellbeing of countless others WORLDWIDE. He only hoped that she would be able to understand that eventually.

Merlin rubbed her back lightly, listening as she continued, discovering that his initial assumption about what she was concerned about was incorrect. She wasn’t horrified by the death itself, but the fact that the man wouldn’t LIVE to pay for his crimes. And once again he was struck by guilt, not having been able to spare her from the suffering that she’d endured during her imprisonment. “We move on…in time. With each other’s help.” Merlin looked down at his daughter, brushing her hair gently from her face. “I’m here fer ye, lass. And ye can get through this. I know ye can.”

tilde knew he was right. if valentine had been willing to kill huge chunks of the world’s population, she was sure that he would have been willing to kill anyone who tried to stand in his way. killing him may have been the only way to stop him without more people getting hurt...still, it didn’t strike tilde as fair. maybe that was SELFISH of her though, to not be content with valentine being stopped because it mean she couldn’t have the sort of justice she thought she deserved.

could she get through it? tilde supposed it didn’t really matter, that she didn’t have a choice. she couldn’t just...not deal with life anymore, after all. she may no longer have a job, but she had an apartment to handle, friends who’d likely been aware that she was missing...and her father, most importantly. she couldn’t just DECIDE not to move on and put that burden on him. “i-. yeah.” what else could so she do but agree. “i’ll be okay. you-. you should get some work done, so you can get some rest.”

[scotborn]

“ please stay ”

：//ＦＩＬＥＤ ＵＮＤＥＲ： ＭＥＭＥＳ．T W O   W O R D S.

And she says this all in a negligee thatcould end his poor, Scotch mottledheart. He swallows, thick and heavyand his lips purse into a thin line. Itmeant he was truly mulling it over.

Would he deny Queen and Country tobed a Princess in need?

❛ Oh… my stars. ❜

He shuts the door, tie only half donenow being tugged off. He could fly outin the morning, have an Irish coffee withHarry instead of that Whisky he’d promisedhis oldest friend.

He’d understand. After all, youth was hardlya thing to sneeze at. Especially when shetakes you into her arms like the right devilshe is.

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singlemaltscott:

He can tell he’s overwhelmed but that realization comes perhaps a bit too late and the moment she starts to scream he’s moving quickly from the seat at his desk to her side on the bed, arms wrapping her up and pulling her close. He should’ve taken it SLOWER and that’s his miscalculation. He’d thought it best to simply tell her rather than having her find out through the news or something else. But he could’ve given her the information in smaller doses. And yet again his mistake has caused her pain.

“It’s alright, mo leanbh. It’ll be alright.” At least for the moment. They’d saved the world but there was plenty to FIX yet. And that was what his job had always been, really. The agents dealt with the immediate problem and he was always left with the clean up. Of course, on this occasion he’d also been in the field dealing with the immediate problem, closer to the action than he’d been in years since his injury had put him out of field duty. “I’m sorry…I should’ve given ye some time te take it in…” And there was still more to tell.

footsteps stop outside the door - it’s a wonder she can hear it over the ringing in her ears but her father moves quickly, arms tight around her, murmuring voice as much a reassurance as she thinks she has any HOPE of getting right now. she thinks whoever it is heard her scream but now hears merlin because they move on and she’s grateful for that. the last thing she needed was another person to try and compose herself around.

still, she knows time wouldn’t have helped. “it’s not-.” well. it is. she was overwhelmed and didn’t know quite how to purge her body of all of the overflow. “it-. he should have lived. he deserves...” they both did, valentine and gazelle. they both deserved to live and be imprisoned just like her and everyone else. “he’s DEAD. he just got to do what he wanted and escape punishment...what about-. what about us? what about all the people he hurt? we don’t get to escape.”

[chavspy-blog]

5 Times the Love

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The first time is the moment he laid eyes on her. It’s awful, really, and he knows that, but looking through the slot in the door at the gorgeous girl who had just been waiting for a rescue, he couldn’t help but notice his heart pounding a little faster. She’s got fight and spirit, and a light in her eyes that make Eggsy grin all too widely. He knew he had to touch her, just once, feel the fire that he saw in those eyes. He was blown away by the second, when he actually got a phone call from the princess. They’d been texting about stupid things, sending dumb selfies back and forth, but this was their first call. The first time Eggsy had heard her voice since V-Day. They had talked for hours, until Eggsy was grasping at straws, doing anything he could to keep her talking so he could just listen to her. He could have listened to her talk for eternity - listened to the passion in her voice when she told him eagerly about her country, about her life. Shit, he was in deep, wasn’t he?The third time was coming home from a mission, covered in things he didn’t want to  think about. The sewer had been a god awful idea. But he came in and started teasing her, demanding a kiss. And by god if she didn’t lean in. He jerked back before she could touch his, but a grin pulled at his lips. “You’d really kiss me like this? Now that’s love right there.” She’s grinning and laughing back at him, shooing him off to change. The fourth time was watching her on his phone screen, seeing her freeze with the blue stained on her face. His heart stopped completely. He couldn’t lose her, he couldn’t. Even if they never got back together, knowing that she was healthy, happy, living her life with out him– It hurt less than the idea of the world losing a shining star, a gift like her.The fifth was watching her walk down that aisle. She was radiant, with a smile as blinding as the sun. He found that the minute she’d stepped foot into the elegant church, he wasn’t able to take his eyes off her. In that moment, it was all clear, it all sank in just how much he adored her. She was his everything, and would continue to be until his last breath. He took her hand and slipped the ring on her delicate finger, murmuring out ‘I do’. He very nearly jumped in and kissed her before prompted to when she returned those two little words. As they had their first dance together, staring into each other’s eyes, Eggsy knew this was right where he was meant to be.

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guys,TS4 Cats & Dogs dropped today.

So I’m going to be scarce this weekend! love you mean it!!

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singlemaltscott:

“Ah.” Merlin ran a hand along the leg of his pants, smoothing out a few wrinkles, lips pursed as he stared down at them. She was bound to find out sooner or later. It had been all over the news, of course. And there was no reason to KEEP what had happened from her apart from some innate need to protect her from the world. But he couldn’t protect her from it. He hadn’t. “The others will be returned te their homes in due time. We have agents taking care of tha’ as we speak.” He’d just gotten another update from Bors when she’d been in the shower. “Valentine…the abbreviated version of it is that he created sim cards that when activated AMPLIFIED a person’s animalistic nature, causing violent tendencies. He distributed the cards worldwide under the guise of free cell service before we discovered what he was doing. And while we were trying te deactivate the sim cards, he was killed.” Another casualty of his own chaos. “As was his right hand woman. There will nae be a trial.”

It was a lot to take in. He paused, looking over to her, brow furrowed, as he tried to give her a moment to process what he was saying. “Dinnae worry aboot me, Tilde.” He knew that was about as impossible as asking him not to worry about her but he said it anyway. Sleep had been the last thing on his mind as of late and it didn’t look like he’d be getting any anytime soon either. “I’m afraid nae. There’s still the transport of the other prisoners te finish taking care of. And I have te deal with the FALLOUT from V-Day, as it’s being called…” He rubbed his forehead lightly. “The head of our organization was a casualty as well, which makes me the interim director until we can nominate a new one. So, I’ve plenty left te do.”

the others were going home - that was good. she’d heard a yell or two about having a family, about having children to get back to. she knew the missing were prominent members of society, so there were no doubt businesses to run too. a myriad of responsibilities that they were all missing out on and tilde was glad suddenly that she’d HATED her job anyway. if they hadn’t fired her yet, maybe she could take a leave of absence citing trauma and get paid while she...what? looked for another job? went back to normal until every time she needed to hear about or participate in a trial and then went back to feeling like she did now?

or not, maybe. because there wouldn’t be a trial and the people who’d done this to her and so many others were dead and...tilde INHALES. clears her throat. takes another shuddering breath because her father is still talking and it’s a nice cherry on top, the fact that he’d gone from quartermaster to the head of a spy organization in the span of just a few hours and she feels sick again, too dizzy to keep up.

she’ll be ashamed later that her only reaction to the overwhelming chaos of it all is to just lean forward, tuck her head between her knees and SCREAM.

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somcthingtolose:

she’ll be cold soon. the rain outside patters loudly enough against the windows that she knows that the house is probably a bit chilly and that the cold that’ll be left to dry between her breasts when eggsy is no longer shielding her won’t help much. but she can’t find it in herself to care, tugging him down to press a breathless kiss to the corner of his mouth before she presses her forehead against his temple, chest heaving. “god i LOVE you…”

Egssy´s breathing heavily as he comes down, hips stilling eventually before he pulled out and leans down, covering his body with hers. They should have probably taken a shower, but it´s three in the morning and he really doesn´t want to move. So instead he reaches for the covers and pulls them over Tilde and himself, lips curving into a smile. “I love ya too…” he then whispered, pushing a strand of hair from her face.

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gottascvetheworld:

           “Mhm…I think I`ll be fine, thanks.” Eggsy grinned as he finished unzipping the dress and letting it slide to the floor. His lips found the back of her neck again, leaving a trail of KISSES there as he let his hand slide down her stomach.

          “uh huh, you said that last time too.” had he? honestly, tilde couldn’t remember, couldn’t really focus on much besides the sound of her dress hitting the floor and his hands, big and warm on her stomach. she reaches up, gripping at his wrists for balance, head tilting back onto his shoulder. “how do we get ANYTHING done?”

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gottascvetheworld:

Egssy´s breathing heavily as he comes down, hips stilling eventually before he pulled out and leans down, covering his body with hers. They should have probably taken a shower, but it´s three in the morning and he really doesn´t want to move. So instead he reaches for the covers and pulls them over Tilde and himself, lips curving into a smile. “I love ya too…” he then whispered, pushing a strand of hair from her face.

she hisses as he pulls out, hips stuttering up - not quite ready to let him go. thankfully he doesn’t go far, and she turns into him as he tugs the blankets up. they’re a little cold from where they’d kicked them off and left them exposed to the air but they WARM up quickly, especially as she tucks herself around eggsy. “mm...we should send the neighbors a fruit basket.”

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singlemaltscott:

“Fer the posh prats ah used te work with.” Not all of them. There had certainly been some agents who didn’t have the same PREJUDICES as the others. Harry was proof enough of that. But each Arthur he had worked under had looked down on him in their own way and the good majority of agents, while not many had been obvious about it, hadn’t ever seen him as an equal. “Ah came in back in th’eighties…’n i’s a very strict TRADITION…” A tradition that involved members of the upper class exclusively. Which was why he’d never been afforded the opportunity to become an agent himself. He’d barely been afforded the opportunity to become Merlin but he had his predecessor to thank for that.

Merlin laughed, smirked at her. “Ah think tha’ boy would do anythin’ fer ye…bu’ if ‘e doesn’ ye can always take a seat in mah lap an ah can wheel ye around the rest o’ th’night.” He turned his attention back to his LEGS. It might have been better to deal with it somewhere more private but Merlin figured the upper crust could handle a bit of discomfort. His kilt allowed for easy access and it wasn’t difficult for him, even a bit less coordinated than he was normally, to detach his prosthetics. “Would ye mind gettin’ my chair fer me, love?” At this point he wasn’t even entirely sure where it was but once he got himself situated, he could get his prosthetics stored away and rest for the remainder of the night.

the more she learned about the structure that kingsman used to operate under, the less she liked it. she wished death on no one, of course, but those who’d been willing to sell people out to valentine, those who judged eggsy and merlin for their birth...she was glad they were GONE, couldn’t poison an organization that was supposed to exist to do good anymore. 

“you think so?” tilde knew he would, but there was something comforting in knowing that eggsy’s love for her didn’t have conditions, that he was comfortable showing it, wasn’t worried about those around them seeing. “sit in your lap? you’re trying to start a SCANDAL at my wedding.” she’d know it was purely platonic, so would eggsy and harry and all of their real friends but those in her family who couldn’t seem to get over themselves would be positively scandalized. “of course, merlin.” she doesn’t even blink as he removes his prosthetics, and she’s about to start to cross the dance floor for his chair when she spots harry, wheeling it towards their table.

she doesn’t even attempt to hide the I TOLD YOU SO in the smile she turns back on him.

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singlemaltscott:

He’s not quite finished with his report when she finally emerges from the bathroom but he’s completed enough of it that Merlin feels comfortable with setting it to the side for him to finish a little bit later in the night. At any rate, Tilde still needs him and the rest can be dealt with in the morning if need be. He’s already given out his ORDERS as acting Arthur until a new one is nominated and made it known where he can be reached if he’s needed urgently.

Merlin saves his progress and closes his laptop, turning in his chair to face his daughter with a weary smile. He’s been running on fumes the past few days, letting adrenaline carry him through their mission to the alps, and the EXHAUSTION is finally weighing down on him now that he has the time to relax and consider it. But he can’t properly rest yet. Not until he’s settled everything with Tilde, not until his report is finished, not until he’s certain that Kingsman is stabilized, not until they’ve sorted out the remaining victims from Valentine’s bunker and gotten them all safely home, not until they’ve found a list of the people who’d received implants and determined exactly how many world leaders he’d managed to KILL by activating the devices while they were trying to save the world. The image of headless bodies through the halls of the compound is still clearly burned into his retinas.

“Now ye get some rest. I get ye some proper clothes and once I’ve everything settled here, I’ll take ye home. Or if ye would prefer, ye can take one of our cabs.” But Merlin had a feeling she wouldn’t. And he’d PREFER she didn’t. He did want to make sure got home safely, that she was alright and help get her situated back home.

that wasn’t exactly what tilde had meant. she knew that as far as her father was concerned, the next step was to get her back to normal as quickly and easily as possible. that’s how it’d been when her biological father had died, so long ago and that was typically how he handled every bump in her life - he wanted to coax her through it, help her right her world as best he could and she appreciated him for that but...she had the feeling it wasn’t going to be that simple this time. “i meant-.” she shifts uncomfortably on the bed, swallowing hard. “what happens to all the other people? do we-. we’ve all been gone for so long, and...what happens to VALENTINE? his friend? do they just go to prison? will there be a trial?” would she have to testify to looking at concrete walls for a solid month?

“and what about you? when’s the last time you got any rest?” the bed didn’t really look like it’d been touched in a long time, and tilde knew that if her father had been working on top of her being missing, rest was probably the FARTHEST thing from his mind. half the time, she couldn’t get him to put down a book he was a little too into.

“there’s time for you to catch a few HOURS, isn’t there?”