Hi there! For the different types of love confession, could i prompt nervouslove confession for hartwin?
Thank you :)
For these love confession prompts.
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The first time Harry almost died, when he wound up in that coma after the explosion with Professor Arnold, Eggsy promised himself a lot of things. Mainly, that he would tell Harry how much he meant to him. How grateful he was, sure — but also how, even though they had only known each other for a little while, it was more than that too.
But then Harry was busy investigating Valentine, and Eggsy was busy with the trials. The twenty-four hours they spent together finally offered the chance to talk, but… Eggsy got overconfident.
That day... felt like the beginning of forever. Like there would be a million more days just like it, a million more opportunities to find the perfect words.
The second time Harry almost died, in front of that awful church, Eggsy thought he was dead, and there was no time left to say anything at all.
The third time Harry almost died, Eggsy did too — but that wasn't the important part. Roxy and Percival had to drag them both back to HQ, where medical waved Eggsy away after a brief exam but elected to keep Harry twenty-four hours for observation. Eggsy spent most of that night and the following day folded up on the foot of Harry’s bed, making himself promises again.
He was still grateful, but he and Harry had known each other for a lot longer by then, and Eggsy understood — as he hadn't back when he first almost lost Harry — just how much more more could be.
Harry looked, as usual, handsome as fuck that morning. He was wearing that oddly charming red dressing-gown again and lying on top of the covers with his tablet in his lap, checking over the mission report Eggsy had hacked out the night before for Merlin.
“Is something the matter, Eggsy?” Harry asked mildly, without looking up. His hair had a slight curl to it when he didn't comb it back, and Eggsy wanted to run his hands through it, wanted to find out if it was as soft as it looked.
“Just glad you’re all right,” Eggsy said, his heart stuttering and his fingers twitching.
“And I you.” Harry glanced toward Eggsy through his lashes, eyes warm and kind. He must have sensed, though, that Eggsy hadn’t managed to say all he wanted to because he stopped fiddling with the tablet and his look turned searching, intense.
All Eggsy’s promises to tell Harry what he was feeling were crowding behind his ears and what he said, rather stupidly, was, “Can I — like — touch you?”
Harry blinked. "If you like.”
Eggsy scooted closer and brushed some of that loose hair back from Harry’s forehead, then let his fingertips trace the shape of the scar he'd had on his temple since Valentine shot him.
Harry began to look a little concerned. “I am all right," he said. "You know that, don't you?”
“Yeah.” Eggsy swallowed. “Just — you gotta stop doing this to me, Haz.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Harry returned primly.
“You did, a bit." It had been another explosion this time, and Harry took the brunt of it specifically because he was covering Eggsy’s body with his own. Eggsy hadn’t even got to enjoy the way it felt to have Harry pressed up against him like that, because he was too afraid he’d turn over when the smoke cleared and Harry would've died on him — would be gone, this time really forever gone.
Harry reached up to cover Eggsy's hand, those long, gun-calloused fingers running along the back of it. “Forgive me,” he murmured. “But I couldn’t risk—”
“What about what I can risk?” This was why Eggsy had to get his shit together and tell Harry how he felt. Sure, he was nervous about it. He was fucking scared — that things would be awkward, that Harry would avoid him or feel sorry for him, that their partnership would suffer — but at least Harry would understand. “I cannot lose you like that, Harry. You saved my fucking life and I don’t mean yesterday. I never properly thanked you—”
“Eggsy, there’s no need for—”
“Harry.” Eggsy shut his eyes tightly because he wasn't sure he could look at Harry finally say it, but say it he would. “I’ve never properly thanked you because I couldn’t, not without telling you I don’t just want to thank you. I wanna kiss you, and I wanna be with you, and I am mad about you, Harry fucking Hart. And it’s not ‘cos I’m grateful, it’s ‘cos you’re you and I — I love you.”
Eggsy kept his eyes closed, just trying to breathe around the fucking butterflies in his gut. He was waiting to feel relieved that he’d actually done it, but mostly he was just terrified. What if it was worse than awkward, what if —
He felt Harry’s grip on his hand shift, felt Harry’s cheek moving under his palm and then —
Firm lips, pressing a kiss right at the center of his palm. Eggsy's eyes snapped open, and Harry smiled against his hand, so wide and bright. “And I you,” he said, for the second time that day.
Strange. All this time thinking about how he had to tell Harry the truth and he’d never really thought about what might happen if Harry said it back. If Harry wanted the same things he wanted.
Eggsy felt giddy, suddenly — giddy and sorry for the poor sap he was five minutes ago, who had no idea Harry —
“Really?”
“I do,” Harry said, kissing Eggsy’s hand again after every word. “Truly — deeply — unreservedly — love you.”
Eggsy laughed, gut swooping anew as Harry released his hand just to grip him by the shirtfront and tug him closer. He buried his fingers in Harry's hair at last. It really was so very soft. “Careful,” he said as he felt Harry’s strong body bump up against his — not sure if he meant careful of all the bruises he knew were hidden underneath that dressing-gown, or just careful, in general, because Eggsy needed to have this for as long as he possibly could.
“Yes,” Harry whispered, still smiling but with a gravity behind his eyes like he understood everything Eggsy really meant — better, perhaps, than Eggsy himself did. “But come here. I won’t break.”
“No, you won’t,” Eggsy agreed, believing it, and kissed him.
Just want to thank you for all the fangs of fortune posts you've put on my dash, because as always when you get excited about a drama, that drama is 10/10
Just watched the first ep and i am hooked!!
Hi Elle~!
Ahh, this makes me so happy to hear haha! I feel like I have been living through a drama drought this year, so this is the first drama I've been so excited for. Thank you for trusting my tastes haha...
I hope they'll stick the landing. If not, I'm just happy to be here for the vibes :D
Thank you, darling! So this is part of the Fatherhood vs. Knighthood verse where Eggsy is Daisy’s dad instead of older brother. Enjoy!
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47 “Why are you whispering?”
Daisy’s really getting too heavy to carry around until she falls asleep, but when you have an ear infection there are different rules and dad doesn’t really care. Luckily, the paracetamol is starting to work (and hopefully also the antibiotics) and she’s drifting off to sleep, because this is the toughest workout Eggsy has had in months.
He walks back and forth with Daisy against his shoulder on the first floor of the house he’s inherited from the dead agent once known as Galahad. In and out of all the rooms to get some variety and mentally planning how he’ll redecorate all of them once he gets the time and money.
When he reaches his bedroom, he sees that someone has pinged him on his laptop that rests on the night stand. He frowns and walks over to it, Merlin should have resigned all his urgent tasks -- in other words, all his agents -- to someone else. It’s Lancelot calling, though, and he can’t leave an agent hanging just because they call in on the wrong frequency.
With a bit of effort he manages to pop in an earbud and open the call with one hand.
“Lancelot,” he says in a hushed voice, “what’s wrong?”
“Hi, Eggs,” says Roxy in a cheerful voice which instantly puts him at ease. No one’s that happy with a gun to their head. “Need a favour.”
“Anything within reason for you, luv. You know that.”
Roxy laughs on the other end. Eggsy likes Roxy, he’s been her handler on three minor missions now and their communication just… works. Not to mention that Eggsy finds it easier to raise his voice and reprimand someone his own age rather than someone old enough to be his dad, and all agents need a stern talking to from time to time.
Eggsy moves Daisy to his left arm, shaking the right to get more blood into it as Roxy explains her extremely non-emergency problem.
“Not sure how you want me to sort any of that, but if you ping--”
“Why are you whispering?” Roxy interrupts him.
Because I don’t want your stupid request to wake my kid when she’s finally gone to sleep?? he thinks, but instead he asks, “Can I tap into your glasses?”
“Sure.”
He gets his phone out of his pocket and after a few seconds he’s managed to get into her feed.
“Can you see my transmission?”
“Yes.”
He flips the camera and holds it up so that she can see the sleeping toddler on his shoulder. He hears a small gasp and wishes he could see her face.
“Roxy, meet Daisy,” he whispers. “She has an ear infection so I’ll be off for a few days. That’s why you’ve been reassigned, agent.”
“You’re a dad?”
Eggsy moves his phone so that it only shows Roxy his face. “Yep.”
“I’m sorry I bothered you.”
“It’s fine, I’m just… a bit preoccupied and completely useless to you right now.”
“You’re never useless to me,” says Roxy, sounding very sure of herself. “I’ll bother Nicko instead. Call you when I’m back in London.”
“Go and kick butt, Lancelot.”
“Always.”
The line is disconnected and Eggsy tosses the phone on his bed. He looks at it for a moment, wondering if he maybe dares putting down Daisy now as well.
To not take any chances, he walks another lap around the floor. Can never be too careful.
Thank you for the ask <3 I’m also sorry for not replying early, I’ve been caught up with some irl stuff (uni homework, my own and only nemesis).
🎃Black Cat: Are you superstitious?
Despite my interesting upbringing (whole family being Catholics except for me; my mother being a really superstitious person), I don’t really believe in irrational beliefs.
However, I do avoid saying unlucky stuff because things I say tend to come true lol (Murphy’s law). That being said, I’m still spooked by scary stories or horror tales.
🎃Graveyard: Do you know any good scary stories?
I do! I’m addicted to reading things that will haunt my dreams ; ;
Off the top of my head I can recall two (one being a forum post of a girl’s house being broken in by a deranged homeless man and the other is my own nightmare).
But at the moment the scariest story I could think of is: submitting my assignment 1 minute behind deadline. It is truly the stuff of nightmares.
For @anarchycox and @elletromil ! You both wanted an agent in a Christmas sweater, so here you have Merlin. Not the best but hey 😂 Tagging @kingsmansecretsanta for reblogging
22. “Anybody else notice the small child staring at us?” with anyone(or everyone) from Kingsman :D
Merlin saw things other people didn’t. He had known there was more to the world even as a child. He had performed a few rituals and everyone just thought his eyes were different colours to genetics, not that had been bargained to the grim reaper so that he could see the astral plane. He had been seven. The grim reaper had also given him a lolly and called him interesting. When he was an adult he realized, that was probably not a good thing. But it was to his advantage, really. He would know what ghosts haunted his men, if any.
There were always many.
He was used to seeing things that weren’t there, so at first he didn’t react when Roxy said, “Anybody else notice the small child staring at us?” He saw small children all the time. It had taken a while to get used to. Often a spectral child followed agents around. He had yet to figure out if it is them in the past, a guardian, just a bit of ghostly flotsam, but it never caused a problem so he ignored it.
“The one standing behind Merlin?” Eggsy asked. “Play with a deck of cards.”
Okay that was a bit troubling. Merlin turned and saw nothing behind him, even when he looked with that bargained eye. “A prank, really?” He shook his head.
“Swear down,” Eggsy said and he slid behind Roxy. She’d keep him safe because frankly the little kid sitting on the floor playing solitaire behind Merlin was a bit creepy. He kept looking at them and looking at the cards. “It looks...”
“He,” Roxy said softly. She elbowed Eggsy and walked forward. She crouched down near the child. “Hello?” She shivered when the little boy looked at her. “I don’t know that version of solitaire. What is it?”
“It’s Around the Clock. When all the numbers reach their proper place, you are going to die,” the little boy told her. “I’ve been trying to warn him, but he doesn’t see me. He sees everyone else but not me. He needs to see me.”
“Eggsy and I see you little one,” she said. She had to swallow thickly when the little boy’s one eye fell out. “Merlin, do you really not see him?” She looked up at Merlin and there was a look on his face that she hadn’t see him. “Do you not hear him?”
“Why the fuck is a creepy ghost child saying I’m dying?” Eggsy asked. “And uh, soon if the way his moving those cards around? What is Around the Clock?”
Merlin froze for a moment. “Where is he?”
“Just right here,” Roxy said and gestured in front of herself.
Merlin turned and sat on the ground. He still couldn’t see anything. “Hello?” he said softly.
“It’s almost too late,” the little boy said. “Look at the cards.”
“You could stop playing,” Roxy said.
“No,” he answered. “Bargains always have an end date. I have to play to the end. It’s been a very long time.”
“Bargain, what bargain?” Roxy asked him.
Merlin nodded. “If I accept again, are they safe?”
The boy paused in his playing. “Do you see me?” he asked hopefully.
“He wants to know if you see him?” Roxy asked. Her skin felt like ice, the room was getting colder.
Merlin shook his head. “No Callum, I don’t see you, but let me finish for you.” Merlin couldn’t see the cards, but he reached out and just knew where. He flipped the King into place, the last card.
There was a warning beeping and then the room exploded. Roxy and Eggsy were blown back and when they were rescued there was no Merlin to be found. They should have been dead, but somehow, some miracle weren’t. Later they found out his birth name had been Callum.
Roxy began to have migraines, vision blurring in her one eye. And one day when talking with Eggsy she paused. “Eggsy, do you not see the small child staring at you?”
Eggsy shook his head after looking around.
Roxy swallowed, it was different than before, not the same child. It almost looked like a young Eggsy. She started to move forward but felt a cold glance of hand on her shoulder.
“Lass, do nae talk to dead memories, it gives them too much power. Notice, take stock, but do not engage.”
Roxy went very still. She didn’t dare turn around. She didn’t dare engage. Because maybe it was a dream.
“I have to play solitaire now. I’ll warn you when I am close to winning. And then you’ll have a choice to make.”
Roxy gave a small nod and went about her day, her life, and did her best to never look behind herself at the figure who followed her. And kept playing Around the Clock.
