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** = Ongoing Story Total Number - 4 Last Update - 05/20/2026

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John Wick x Reader

"Relapse" - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - One of your regulars shows he cares in his own way when your past/present addiction reveals itself.

"Lifeline" - John comes home and sees you fighting, but there’s no one else home.

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Word Count: 1,573

Key: Chunks of text are the reader’s thoughts/inner monologue. Y/N = Your Name

Warnings: HEAVY SELF HARM TALK 

Summary: One of your regulars shows he cares in his own way when your past/present addiction reveals itself. Author's Note: FOR REAL BE WARY OF THE TRIGGER WARNING! Again, this is a selfish piece that I wanted to read but no one had written anything like this with this character yet. Also, I know this gif isn't John Wick but i couldn't find one that I liked.

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Nothing felt real. You knew you’d be useless at the bar so you called out for the night shift. It’s a Tuesday, they’ll be okay with only one bartender. The only thing you could really feel was a tightness in your chest and a heaviness in your bones. You wanted to cry, to scream, to do something but nothing felt right.

One thing could do the trick. One thing could break you out of this fog and get you feeling again. 

You were too weak right now. You needed this. 29 days clean ended tonight, and it was pretty bad. Bad enough where you were slightly worried for yourself. You knew you needed to clean yourself up enough so you could at least try to take care of yourself but this break was worse than you anticipated. You found yourself sitting on your living room floor, slightly dizzy, with your phone in your hands and a text ready to send to John Wick.

So stupid. This is so stupid. I hate that this is what works. Why can’t normal shit work for me? I’m just upsetting. Oh god, John’s gonna be upset. Fuck. I shouldn’t text him. But I need help. As much as I hate to say that, I need help.

A new wave of guilt washed into the already crashing storm of anxiety and self hatred brewing in your mind. You felt it coming, you felt yourself start to shake and your chest tighten still. You didn’t trust yourself enough to be able to take care of yourself tonight. Without much thinking, you hit send on your text to your newest contact.

“John?” You figured he’d be asleep. It was almost 2AM for fucksake. Why would he— 

*text chime* You couldn’t believe your ears. John couldn’t have possibly woken up and responded within a minute of hitting send. But the text on your screen proved otherwise.

“(Y/N)?”

“I need your help.” Within seconds of hitting send, your phone screen lit up with “Incoming call: John Wick” on it. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck! 

“Hello?” Your voice sounded pathetic. 

“Where are you right now?” You could hear movement as if he was getting out of bed and getting dressed.

“I’m at home.” The anxiety bubbled further and further in your chest. “I’m sorry. I woke you up. I’ll be okay. Just forget—”

“I want you to sit by your door and wait for me. Can you do that?”

You nodded even though you knew he couldn’t see and muttered out a quiet “Yes, sir.” 

“Good. I’ll be there soon.”

Your anxiety kicked into full gear as he hung up. The shaking now very noticeable and your breathing labored. 

Calling John was a mistake. He’s a hitman, not your personal therapist. Why would you bother upsetting him with this? You don’t want to be another reason he doesn’t smile, do you? 

Despite your thoughts, you did as you were told and crawled to sit down by your door. You were trying desperately to control your breathing. It felt like forever but in reality it was only a couple minutes later you heard 3 solid knocks on your door. You couldn’t stand, your legs were surely going to give out if you tried. So you crawled the remaining distance and just unlocked the door before slouching next to it. 

“It’s open,” you called out with a wobble in your voice. 

Before you could even finish your sentence John is opening the door and looking for you. Finding you on the floor and unable to breathe struck something in him. There was a look in his eye that you’d never seen in person. Assessing the situation, he took your hands in his and tried to pull you out of this ever growing anxiety attack.

“(Y/N), honey, look at me.” It took a moment but you obeyed and the sight of your tear filled eyes broke his heart. He tried to give a careful small smile to reassure you that things were going to be okay. “I need you to focus.”

Shaking your head, you closed your eyes and whimpered out, “No. I shouldn’t have called. This is stupid. You—“

“—Are here now whether you like it or not.” He interrupted. 

He gently wiped away a tear, causing you to look up and meet his protective but kind eyes. John started to take slightly exaggerated breaths while holding your hands close to his chest, prompting you to try to copy him to regulate your breathing. Unbeknownst to you, he was also trying to hide the fact that he just sprinted from the Continental to your place. It worked surprisingly well for both of you. When you were able to slow your breathing and get some relief, he felt the tension in his shoulders ease a bit. He gave you a small smile in effort to help calm you down more even though he now was worried about the slightly bleeding wounds on your arm.

“First aid kit?” To the point, as usual.

“In the bathroom.” You pointed to the hallway which brought your scarred arm into view. As if making a mistake, you quickly try to hide your arm against your chest. Even though John knew what he was signing up for by being your contact for these situations, you felt bad. 

John nodded as he guided your arms to loop around his neck before he slipped one of his under your knee. He effortlessly lifted you up and followed your directions to the bathroom. It was a pretty small bathroom, but enough room for the two of you to stand comfortably close in. He gently helped you stand for a moment before guiding you to take a seat on the edge of the tub. John rummaged through your cabinets for supplies: a clean washcloth, gauze, wrapping or at least some bandages. You couldn’t help the wave of guilty tears falling down your cheeks as he turned on the sink’s faucet and waited for the water to warm up a bit.

“John, I’m sorry.” He just shook his head and continued to take care of your wounds. 

“It’s alright. You’re alright.” It was almost as if he was reassuring the both of you that you were going to be okay. 

It was quiet. You could feel the tears flowing but you were accepting what happened and trying to figure out the best thing to say or do when he was done. It hurt, but John made sure that your cuts were cleaned and didn’t need any serious medical attention before bandaging them up the best he could with your limited supplies.

After he was satisfied with his work, he helped you walk to the living room and made sure you're comfortable before he sat a cushion away from you leaning his elbows on his knees and rubbing his face. The guilt is still so heavy on your chest, hugging a pillow to your torso seems to help just a little bit. You tried to find your voice but all you could manage right now was a whisper.

“I’m sor—“

“Stop apologizing, (Y/N). Please.” He takes a breath. “I’m… glad you reached out instead of hiding.” He turns to look at you. “I’m glad you trust me.”

“Of course I trust you.” Your chuckle was slightly watery. “If there’s one person I would trust with my life it’s you.” 

Something in your admission twisted a cord in his heart, a feeling he thought he lost with Helen. He had been secretly keeping an eye on you whenever he could, and he had always been looking for excuse after excuse to talk to you as much as he comfortably could. Going to the bar and talking to you was easily one of the best choices he could make. You knew you had a crush on the man, but you didn’t know it was reciprocated.

“What can I do tonight to help you?” You shook your head and let out a small huff of disbelief that this man was willing to be here for you.

“You’ve already done enough.” 

He nods but continues as if you didn’t say anything. “I don’t like the idea of you being here alone tonight after this.” 

Your heart was doing summersalts. The John Wick was that worried about you? You knew at this point he wouldn’t take any other answer than helping you out. You swallowed your stubbornness and patted the spot on the couch between you two.

“Okay then. You can sleep on the couch, if you want. It’s not the most comfy, but I have some pillows and blankets that I can use to try to make it better.” 

John just nodded and took your hand in his for a moment with a small smile. 

“I’ve slept in worse places.” 

You quickly help layer a couple of blankets on the couch and give him an extra pillow of yours. Once he was all settled, you stood there awkwardly for a moment with him. Without much thinking, you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“Thank you, John.”

He hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest for a few moments in one of those hugs where two hearts connect and no words really need to be said. He kissed the top of your head and whispered back, 

“Anytime, sweetheart.” 

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Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 1,147

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing? Not sure if there really is anything else. Please let me know if I missed something.

Summary: After a rough day at work, you come home to a surprise from Tony.

Author’s Note: This was just a random idea that popped into my head but took forever to write because of my brain not being the kindest. But it happened and I’m not completely against it.

Thank you to the ever wonderful @witchymarvelspacecase for being there for me online and off-line. Thanks for reading my ramblings and making sense of them. 

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- DreaSaurusREX

It was one of those days where you wanted nothing more than to just go home, curl up on the couch, and shut the rest of the world out. It had been a constant downward slope from the moment you got up in the morning. Somehow you’d managed to get up and get through the work day; It had just been your normal shift, but it had felt like it was twice as long.

As soon as the clock hit 6PM, you clocked out, grabbed your things, and were out the door. You were on your way to your car when your phone buzzed.

Tony - “Hey, sweetheart! You wanna do dinner tonight?”

You had been dating Tony Stark for about a year. Neither of you had expected to have a “real” relationship work out, but somehow or other, you both balanced each other, and you’d fallen in love.

Though he continued to be Iron Man, and a part of the Avengers,  you weren’t really affiliated with them. Yes, you went to parties, and hung out with the team a lot (so much so that they were basically your family now), but you didn’t work with or for them and you didn’t live in the tower or compound with them.

You spent the night there frequently, but you still had an apartment on the outskirts of the city. You wanted to keep a part of what had been your somewhat normal life, even though your life was anything but that now. Having your apartment also helped Tony have an escape from the team and have a safe place, a place where he didn’t have to be Iron Man, or Tony Stark, a place where he could just be Tony. He came over pretty often, even if it was just for a meal or to spend time with you.

(Y/N) - “Hey! I think I’m just gonna go back to my place and find something in my fridge. I think I have leftovers from that chinese place the other night. Rough day. I can hear Netflix and my bed calling for me.”

Tony - “Okay. Avoid Turner Street. Major accident earlier that they still haven’t finished clearing. I love you. Let me know when you get home safe.”

(Y/N) - “Thanks, babe. Will do. Love you!”

And with that, you put on your recent favorite songs and began your drive home, avoiding Turner Street.

The drive was much more enjoyable thanks to Tony’s advice. You parked in your parking spot and saw that one of Tony’s nice cars was in the one next to yours. He had his own spot since he practically lived here too. You shut your eyes and took a breath, knowing exactly what Tony was doing here.

As soon as he read your text about having a rough day, he came over to surprise you.

“This little shit…” you couldn’t help but smile while muttering to yourself. You got your bag and headed up to your door. But as soon as you entered, you were met with many surprises.

You could hear AC/DC playing over a speaker, but it was much clearer than your little portable hand-me-down could manage. There was an unfamiliar beep as soon as you opened your door. Looking to the left, you saw a medium sized screen on your wall with a basic layout of your apartment and little white blocks in different sections. A security system?

Then there was a very familiar voice, Friday. You thought it was normal until you realized “I’m not with the team. How is she here?”

“Welcome Home, Ms. (Y/L/N).” Her smooth electronic voice sounded through the hidden speaker.

“Um… Thank you, Friday. But how--” You kept looking around your apartment. There was a new TV in your living room, new speakers, even new kitchen appliances, among other various Stark technologies sprinkled around the space.

Within seconds Tony popped his head out of your bedroom door and was making his way towards you. You couldn’t form complete sentences.

“Hey, you’re home!” He came over and kissed you, and you relished in the moment before freaking out again.

“What--”

“I’ve had this idea for awhile, but when I came over the other day to help with dinner and half the oven broke, I decided to start getting some upgrades for this place.” He took your hand and walked you through some of the major things. The tour ended with the security system.

“I know how much you worry about being home alone when I’m back at the compound or on a mission or when you spend the night with me. So this security system alerts you to every possible point of entry. I also decided to add in Friday so she could help you out. She can also alert me if anything happens here.”

He looked at your face and could tell what you were thinking, though it was more like worrying, about. You were overwhelmed and either worried about not deserving all this, or not being able to pay for it.

“Honey, I know what you’re gonna say--”

“What-- How the hell?! Tony, I can’t---”

“I already worked everything out when it comes to money or dealing with the apartment building. And I’ll make sure to teach you how to use everything without breaking it. If I can’t then Friday can always help.” Tony put a hand on your cheek and made you really look at him. “You don’t have to worry about anything.”

You brought your hand up to his and brought it away from your face, but kept it in your hand. You looked between him and around your now super-upgraded apartment. You were accepting that Tony had taken care of every worry you could have about almost anything, and he saw your face go from slightly overwhelmed with troublesome thoughts, to content and happy. After a lap around your kitchen and living room, you walked into Tony’s arms and hugged him.

“Thank you, Tony. I honestly don’t know what else to say.” You brought your hands to his face and pulled him into another kiss. He laughed as you finally calmed down a bit and began to enjoy everything.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” You both stood there and kissed for a moment longer before Tony broke it. “Alright, now, let get something for dinner. You’re not having leftovers from 4 days ago.”

You just stood and watched Tony walk into the new and improved kitchen, with nothing but love in your heart. He reached into the fridge and took out some ingredients before turning to you.

“Come on. You gotta play with your new toys.” He finished it with his signature smirk. He may have given you all of this new and fancy equipment, but Tony Stark was definitely the best upgrade you could have ever asked for in your life.

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“Proof” - Part 1

“Proof” - Part 1

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Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Harry Hart x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 1,272

Key: Y/N = Your Name, Y/L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: You and Eggsy have been dating in secret. After finally telling Harry, you two are sent on one of your most dangerous missions yet. Will this mission help Eggsy win your father’s approval?

Author’s Note: This idea arose from a conversation that @witchymarvelspacecase and I had about how I’m in love with the whole Harry Hart x Daughter!Reader thing. Then it progressed into this. Hope you guys enjoy this mini-series! 

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Your life was pretty normal. Well, if you considered being part of a secret spy organization and having the one and only Harry Hart as your father. Then, yeah, life was normal. 

Sometimes being brought up by a father who was secretly a spy had its benefits; one of which was the knowledge of how to be sneaky. You knew it wouldn’t be a lifetime secret, but for 8 months, you and Eggsy Unwin had been dating and your father knew nothing about it. 

Eggsy had almost blown your cover multiple times, but somehow one of you saved it, leaving your father confused, but otherwise unaware of your relationship. And as much as you loved Eggsy, you couldn’t bear to keep this big of a secret from your father for much longer. 

“I can’t do this anymore, Eggsy. This mission is incredibly dangerous, even for us. If something happens--”

“Don’t.” You saw a small amount of fear behind Eggsy’s eyes as the two of you sat outside at one of your usual hangout spots. “Don’t fuckin’ say that. I’m not gonna let anythin’ happen to you. I--”

“I know, babe. I know you are going to try your hardest. And I’m going to try to do the same for you, but we can’t just ignore the idea of a worst case scenario; not this time.”

Eggsy just looked at you and sighed. You knew he agreed with you. It hurt him just to think about you getting hurt, or worse, killed during a mission, he couldn’t fathom it happening, especially on a mission with him. He intertwined his fingers with yours and gave your hand a light squeeze before bringing it to his lips.

“You’re right.” He took a deep breath in and let it out on a long sigh. “So, how do you suppose we tell ‘im?”

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You and Eggsy had decided to approach Harry while he was in his office. It was secluded, and you knew that if you asked, your father wouldn’t let your secret live past the confines of those four walls. 

When you mustered up the courage to tell him, he looked unfazed, which was unsettling to you and Eggsy. You both had expected some sort of emotion; anger, betrayal, happiness, anything! But instead, he just sat at his desk, quietly, thinking. Then, after a moment, he stood up and came around to the side of the desk that you and Eggsy were on. He looked down and saw your hand laced in his. 

“I cannot say that I am entirely surprised.” You and Eggsy looked at each other, both of you still trying to get a read on how Harry felt about the two of you.

“So… you’re not upset?” you finally asked. Harry let a small smile pull across his lips after he takes a breath in.

“No. I am not upset. ‘Protective’ might be a more appropriate word, but not upset.” You couldn’t help the wide smile from stretching across your face before you let go of Eggsy’s hand and rushed to hug your father. You could hear Eggsy let out the breath that he had been holding for god knows how long.

“That’s such a relief. We were so worried that you wouldn’t approve and then we wouldn’t know where to go from there!” Before you could ramble anymore, you felt your phone buzz in your jacket pocket. Eggsy’s phone also went off. Merlin’s name flashed across both of your screens.

“We’ve got to go meet Merlin. Probably information about the mission tomorrow. We’ll talk more later? Dinner at home?”

“Sounds lovely.” You kiss your father’s cheek and turn to leave with Eggsy but don’t get far. “Actually, you go on, (Y/N). Eggsy, we need to have a tete-a-tete. I’ll let Merlin know about Eggsy’s tardiness. ”

You nod and then give Eggsy’s hand a squeeze. He instantly makes eye contact and you can see a new look of fear in his eyes. Not only has he never had to deal with a protective father like this, but he has never even seen this side of Harry. 

“You’ll be fine,” you mouth to him. He nods and brings the back of your hand to his lips, figuring anything more than that might be too much for Harry to handle after finding out about your little 8-month secret. You turn to your father while walking backwards toward the door. 

“Be nice. He’s been nothing but a gentleman. I trust him with my life.” Your father just nods in response and waits for you to head down the hall before speaking, leaving Eggsy feeling more and more nervous. He’s always been close to Harry, he was Eggsy’s mentor for christ sake. But this was something that he had no experience in.

“Would you like a drink, Eggsy?” Harry asked as he went to a small bar cart off to the side.

“I feel like that’s a trick question.” Harry stood and turned to face Eggsy, his face as stoic as ever.

“Let’s cut to the chase then, shall we?” Harry took a couple of steps towards Eggsy, causing him to straighten up more, if that was even possible. “I know you. And you know me. And you know how much (Y/N) means to me, yes?”

“Yes. And before you give me the whole speech about what you expect from me, I know. I know I’m not the first choice you probably had in mind for a wonderful girl like her. But for the past 8 months, we have been the happier than we imagined.” Eggsy took a moment to adjust himself and continue in a more confident manner. “I have seen (Y/N) at her happiest moments and when she’s hit rock bottom, and she has seen me in those places too. I would do anythin’ for her. Anythin’ to keep her safe, to help her, to make her smile. And I know that that sounds cliche and questionable, but I mean it more than I have meant anything in my life.”

Eggsy was internally screaming as he watched Harry stand there, absorbing all of what he had just said, still not showing any emotion. After what felt like ages, Harry moved towards Eggsy a few more steps.

“You do not need to argue your case, Eggsy. I’ve seen you mature through your time here. I’ve also seen the difference you’ve made in (Y/N)’s life. I give you and (Y/N) my blessing. But I would not be doing my duty as her father if I didn’t have this conversation with you.” He stepped past Eggsy and stopped in front of the door, reaching for the handle.

“Thank you, Harry. Your blessing means a lot to us. (Y/N) was worried sick.”

“There’s no reason to be worried. That is, as long as you stick to your vow to keep her safe and not hurt her. If you can’t do that, then there will be consequences. Just remember all of those weapons I showed you. I wouldn’t want to experience how those feel.”

Eggsy was sure the fear on his face was obvious. Harry let a small smile fall to his lips before he opened the door and ushered Eggsy out. 

“Now, off you go. I’ll tell Merlin you are on your way.”

Eggsy stepped out into the hallway and jumped out of his skin when Harry shut the office door behind him. 

“Well, that could have been a lot worse…” Eggsy thought. “At least the hard part is over with. Back to focusing on the mission and (Y/N).”

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So.... This happened!

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I know it’s been two months since I posted something on here. School and life have been kicking my ass.

There have been times recently where I considered dropping out of writing. But then I talk to @witchymarvelspacecase and get motivation, no matter how long it takes to write something. Or I log on with the intent to just scroll through a bit and then see this. 

The fact that there are people who actually like my work so much that they stand behind it and behind me, it's honestly a weird feeling. 

Thank you guys for supporting me even though I don’t post as much lately. I’m hoping that’ll change once  I get my shit together. 

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- DreaSaurusREX

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“Proof” - Part 4

“Proof” - Part 4

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Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Harry Hart x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 1,511

Key: Y/N = Your Name, Y/L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, Talk of Torture, Medical Talk

Summary: You and Eggsy have been dating in secret. After finally telling Harry, you two are sent on one of your most dangerous missions yet. Will this mission help Eggsy win your father’s approval?

Author’s Note: This idea arose from a conversation that @witchymarvelspacecase and I had about how I’m in love with the whole Harry Hart x Daughter!Reader thing. Then it progressed into this. Hope you guys enjoy this mini-series! 

There may be one more part to this in the future. But for now, this is the end of this mini-series! 

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- DreaSaurusREX

Eggsy insisted on carrying you off the plane, and honestly, you didn’t have the energy to fight him about it. It was only a few steps off the plane, but it hurt like a bitch. You squeezed your eyes shut to try to help ignore the pain. Then you were gently put on a stretcher.

One of the nurses stuck an IV in your arm. Apparently there was a cocktail of painkillers and a low strength sedative going into your veins. It was very much appreciated.

The med team started to roll you to the infirmary but you stopped after a few feet. You kept your eyes shut, waiting for the painkillers to take effect, then felt a large hand take yours. Opening your eyes, you see the noticeably worried face of your father.

“Hey, papa.” You tried to smile and make him feel a bit better about the situation despite the pain that radiated from your rib, arms, and head. Harry gently put his other hand against your temple and began stroking his thumb along your hairline.

“Thank god you’re out of there. Merlin contacted me as soon as you got taken and I-- I was so worried. I knew this mission would be dangerous. But you’re here. You’re going to be alright, sweetheart.” That last part was more to calm himself down than anything. He kissed the back of your hand and felt like he could finally breathe. You were home, safe.

“I think you should be thanking Eggsy. He completed the mission and got to me before I fried like chips.” You tried to pass that last remark off as a joke, but your father wasn’t too keen on it. “Poor timing I guess.”

Harry looked up and saw Eggsy standing by the plane with Merlin, discussing something. He nodded and then turned his attention back to you.

“Yes, I suppose I do have him to thank. Now, Dr. Erickson is going to take you to the infirmary while we wrap up the final mission report. I will come by and see you as soon as I am allowed.”

“Okay.” You squeezed your father’s hand a bit. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later, darling.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead before nodding to the nurses that rolled you away. Eggsy cautiously walked up to Harry. But before he could say anything, Harry put up a hand to halt him.  

“We can discuss the mission later. You’ve had quite an exhausting time, and I believe that we all need a moment to let the events of today settle before we talk about any of it.” Eggsy took a second before nodding in agreement. “Now, go freshen up and get something to eat. (Y/N) would want you to at least do one of, if not both of those things instead of wasting time worrying and waiting for her.”

Eggsy snickered at the thought of you telling him to take care of himself. You would probably use some words that Harry would find… “unladylike”, for lack of better term. Harry patted Eggsy’s shoulder before moving to quickly speak with Merlin. He told Merlin to do the same, he had been working just as long if not longer than you and Eggsy had.

Everyone deserved a refreshing meal and a nice shower after this mission.

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It seemed like hours until you were cleared for visitors. Harry was alerted first since he was your father. He quickly made his way to the infirmary to see you. When he’d seen you before he hadn’t realized how intense your injuries were, but walking into your room he did.

You had a chest brace, lots of bandage wrapped around your limbs, more apparent bruises, including a rather nasty black eye, and a bandage wrapped around your head. You were asleep when he came in, so he made sure to be quiet. He didn’t get very far into the room before he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Dr. Erickson led Harry out into the hallway and explained everything: Two broken ribs, a total of 42 stitches, bruising all over your body, a concussion, some nerve damage that should reverse with time, and various fractures throughout your limbs.

“Why does she have so many fractures? She doesn’t have any sort of weakening in her bones that I know of.” Harry could understand the other injuries, but the physical abuse shouldn’t have caused this many fractures.

“When she was electrocuted, her muscles contracted. The fractures are all around the areas where she was restrained. Because of her limbs being restrained, these muscle contractions couldn’t move as much, resulting in the fracturing. While this means she will have to have help doing a lot for anywhere between 6 - 10 weeks, it’s better than what could have happened.”

“And what would that be, Dr.Erickson?”

“To put it plainly, if Unwin hadn’t turned off the current when he did, (Y/N) could have suffered neuropathy, severe or irreversible damage to her nerves, or, she could have died.”

The thought of you dying shook Harry to his core. Losing his little girl, his rare butterfly, would be something that he could possibly never recover from.

He knew he shouldn’t show emotions other than gratitude in front of the doctor. So he held out his hand and tried to move along.

“Well, thank you very much for all your work, Dr. Erickson. If any red flags are raised, I shall reach out to you, yes?”

Dr. Erickson shook Harry’s hand, nodded, and left, leaving Harry in the hallway outside of your room. He stood there for a moment, taking a couple of grounding breaths before silently going back into your recovery room. He placed a chair next to your bed and gently took your least injured hand in his. Harry closed his eyes and kept breathing.

You were getting taken care of by professionals. You were safe. You were alive. And you wouldn’t be any of those things if it weren’t for Eggsy.

Speaking of Eggsy, Harry could hear a pair of oxfords coming down the hallway in a rushed manner. Within seconds, Eggsy appeared in the doorway with a visible amount of anxiety radiating off of him. He saw your sleeping form on the bed and his breath caught in his throat. Harry motioned towards the other chair in the room, and Eggsy moved and quietly placed it next to Harry’s before all but collapsing into it.

There was a moment of silence as the two men looked over your many layers of gauze and bruises; Eggsy couldn’t help but feel his heart sink.

“Harry, I am so sorry that this happened. If I hadn’t suggested that we split up, or if I would have been able to disable Ioan’s weapons quicker, she wouldn’t have--” Harry put up his free hand to silence him.

“Eggsy, please,” Harry looked at the man and began to say what he had mentally prepared since you arrived back at HQ, “the two of you were given an incredibly difficult mission to manage with only two agents. This mission showcased yours and (Y/N)’s strengths. In retrospect, however, this mission should have had at least two more agents along with you. That being said, you both did everything in your power and the mission still ended in a success, from a broad perspective.”

There was another pause as Harry stood up and motioned for Eggsy to take his spot. Eggsy looked questioningly at Harry, but moved anyway. Harry then took Eggsy’s seat and continued, keeping his gaze on your face.

“You also kept your promise. You didn’t risk the mission. You didn’t give up. You did everything you could to save her from Funar and from herself. You saved her life. If she--”

It was really hitting Harry, again, how close he came to losing you. He had to clear his throat and blink back a few tears to keep himself in line in front of Eggsy.

“According to Dr. Erickson, if (Y/N) was exposed to that electricity for much longer, she would have died.”

Eggsy felt all of the air get sucked from his chest. He looked back at you and reached for your hand. A tear threatened to spill as he thought of everything that could have gone wrong.

“She should wake up soon. Until then, I believe we need to discuss (Y/N)’s prognosis and how we will have to help her, yes?” Eggsy tilted his head down a moment before nodding to Harry.

“Yeah. Anythin’ I can do, I’ll do my best.” Harry glanced at your hand in Eggsy’s before reaching for the medical chart at the end of your bed.

Harry knew Eggsy had potential when he chose him to be his proposal for Lancelot’s position awhile back. Watching him mature and flourish throughout his Kingsman career made him really believe that. But for Harry, seeing Eggsy take care of the most important thing in his life, you? That was all the proof he needed.

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“Cautious” - Masterlist

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Summary - Being saved by Bruce Banner made your familial type of relationship with him strong, But how will you do with adjusting to life in the tower with the others and your reawakened powers?

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“Proof” Masterlist

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Summary - You and Eggsy have been dating in secret. After finally telling Harry, you two are sent on one of your most dangerous missions yet. Will this mission help Eggsy win your father’s approval?

Author’s note - There may be an epilogue to this at some point in the future. But for now, enjoy! <3

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