Hartwin "I'm ill could you cuddle with me?" (Anon is currently feeling terrible)
[I’m sorry! Feel better, anon!!!!<3 Make sure you drink lots of water and stay cozy. Send me a ship and a sentence, I’ll write you the next five!]
“I’m ill, could you cuddle with me?”
Eggsy blinked in disbelief for a moment, then he cracked a warm smile and slid under the covers. “Of course, love- is that why I couldn’t find you at lunch?”
“Mhm,” Harry forced out, and god, he must be really down for the count; his skin was pale, clammy and he didn’t comment on the state Eggsy’s suit would be in after this, instead just murmuring against his chest, “didn’t need you worrying.”
Eggsy ran his fingers through Harry’s sweat-curled hair, shaking his head, “Of course you need me worrying- that way I can miss work, make you soup, cuddle up, give you an incentive to get better….”
“You truly are a gift from heaven, darling,” Harry said in a measured voice, pulling away from Eggsy as he paled again, “but I need my bucket one more time- before incentives.”