#actor!eggsy

[puggsyhart]

Eggsy winking and grinning! actors!

Yaaaaaassss Eggsy signing autographs. Eggsy being overwhelmed and grinning like a loon from meeting his fans. Eggsy wanting to take all the pictures and bodyguard!Roxy making him move along

[mustardprecum]

Is it weird, I also want an AU of that novelist AU in which Eggsy is the actor playing the main spy in the television adaptation of Harry's books, and at first, Harry thinks Eggsy's just a popcorn star that's interested in the explosions and money, but Eggsy is a classic cinema junkie who's very dedicated to his craft, and he's read the books religiously (and checked out the author bio photo in the back, because damn), and Harry finds himself writing a self-insert love interest for the next book

Harry poked his head into Eggsy’s trailer. “Oh, are you reading it already?” 

The director, Merlin, had asked for a very special favor. Eggsy was adamant about capturing the character of Dennis Severs correctly, so he’d been calling for redo after redo. (“I have to do it right, or I’ll look like a fucking idiot!”) 

So Harry had been called about his manuscript for the second book. Normally the answer would be a steadfast no, possibly with a middle finger. But if it was for Eggsy, the heartthrob who preferred stage acting and read every single one of Harry’s books at least ten times, there was no way he could refuse. 

He’d sent it over earlier that day and had hoped to get a chance to preface it before Eggsy looked at it. Harry hadn’t actually even started it until after he met Eggsy during filming. 

The result was...embarrassing to say the least. Harry never had any intention of giving Dennis Severs a love interest, but his hands moved of their own accord, writing out a middle aged con artist named Arthur Newman; a man who Dennis was written to be immediately attracted to. 

It was possibly the most pathetic thing he’d ever done. 

“Come on in, Harry.” Eggsy was reclining on his couch in nothing but a pair of sweats. He didn’t like getting dressed after showering, something Harry enjoyed immensely. “I wanted to ask you something.” 

Harry went in and took the seat across from him. 

Eggsy swung his feet to the floor and sat up with a frown. “So, I feel like I’m familiar enough with your writing to know when you aren’t fucking serious.” 

“I don’t doubt it.” Harry’s stomach dropped. 

“Right. So correct me if I’m wrong,” Eggsy wiggled the manuscript in Harry’s face. “But it seems like you wrote almost a hundred pages of a decoy book to tell me you’re interested.” 

Harry blinked. 

Eggsy touched Harry’s knee, grinning wildly. “I mean you could have just said something, but this was charming as fuck.” 

“Yes well,” Harry looked rapidly between Eggsy’s hand and face. “You know me?”