#Arthur is just so thankful and in awe to see how kind their consort is

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Arthur from The King's Hound and " you got me flowers? " because he deserves it ;;=;;)

ooo, I have the perfect idea for this! There isn't much information out about the IF but hopefully, this is okay

"You got me flowers?" Arthur asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at the Hound who was currently avoiding all eye contact with them, hiding as much of them as possible behind their cloak.

The other soldiers thankfully, were gracious enough to ignore the scene, passing the two of them and entering the gates. Though most simply seemed eager to make their way to the barracks and deposit their gear and finally rest after the long journey home.

Were they hearing this correctly?

Last the king could remember, they had sent out a small troop to stomp out some bandits terrorizing a village near the forest. They didn't expect the Hound to want to join in on the expedition.

And they most certainly didn't expect them to return with flowers, of all things.

A mumble, incoherent under the clamoring of armor and weaponry.

It was simply too loud here, probably too public for their Hound to feel comfortable talking to them too. The ruler looked back and forth for a second, making sure the crowd had thinned out before carefully reaching out and offering their hand to their Consort.

"Let's go inside and get you warm, my dear"

The Hound's eyes stared down at the outstretched hand, shuffling their arms a little beneath their cloak before an armored glove slid neatly into Arthur's.

A small nod.

And that was all Arthur needed before leading the way back to their room in the castle, the warm glow of the fireplace giving the Hound some much-needed respite from the weeks they had probably spent on the cold ground and in the wind and rain.

The room also provided them privacy, Arthur knowing full well that their Consort didn't take to large crowds all too well.

Though that was to be expected since it hasn't even been a full year since the day they first arrived in Camelot.

"Please, sit." Arthur invited, gesturing to the seat across from his desk. Taking the lead, the king settled down on his own chair while the Hound awkwardly settled in theirs.

Not wanting to pressure them to speak too much, Arthur kept the atmosphere light by asking them if they wanted anything to drink or eat.

Easy questions, simple 'yes' or 'no' questions.

And questions the Hound shook their head to.

But before he could say anything else, the Hound pulled an arm previously hidden from behind their fur cloak. Sky blue eyes followed the hand as the Hound gingerly dropped a small bundle on the table.

Flowers

Branches of honeysuckle, meadowsweet, and wild daffodils wrapped in butcher's twine it appears- native to fields and marshes if Arthur recalled correctly.

"Did...did you get this for me?" He asked with genuine surprise on his face, losing the fight to hide his joy almost immediately as he picked up the gift, the petals of the flowers fluttering down onto the desk and amongst all the papers he had yet to finish.

Oh, dear.

"They... did not travel well." The Hound admitted, finally finding their voice. The twinge of guilt- of shame flickered across their expression for but a brief moment. The sight red their cheeks and how disappointed they looked was endearing- making Arthur's heart clench, but the king wisely kept those thoughts to himself.

Reaching a sun-kissed hand out for the Hound, Arthur shook them from the storm brewing in their thoughts and back to the calm of the room with a small touch.

"Regardless, they're absolutely beautiful. Thank you, my dear."

The warmth from his touch- his words, brought a brilliant smile onto the Hound's face, the Consort giving the king's hand a small squeeze in return.

"You're welcome."

Releasing their hand, Arthur got up, trying to find a cup or vase of some kind to place the flowers in. Best to get them watered and in the sunlight before they fall apart even more.

Feeling the Hound's gaze warming their back, the king let his curiosity get the better of him.

"Why did you get these, if I may ask?"

A blink.

The question certainly wasn't an unexpected one, but it was still a question that got the Hound flustered, their eyes averted for a long moment before their voice swept through the comfortable silence.

" You said it was... gloomy lately."

Well, now it was Arthur's turn to fluster- the ends of his ears warming up, the ruler reaching back into his memory and recalling the offhanded comment he had made about the dreary weather in the castle. But that weather wasn't uncommon in Camelot, so no one really paid the comment any mind at the time.

Did his Consort really listen? Keeping his words to heart? So much so that they were the first to leave the castle for something as simple as flowers?

Replacing a blossoming vase of flowers with the ones his dearest had found for him, Arthur turned to the Hound.

The Consort looked up at him with a rare smile on their face- clearly pleased to see their gift still well received.

"I'll cherish this thoughtful gift of yours," Arthur promised, deciding to be a bit bold as he hummed in mock contemplation. "Though it seems that the effects of the unpleasant weather were alleviated rather easily..."

"By the flowers?"

The ruler shook his head in response, fighting the small tug on the corner of his lips. "Something far simpler I'm afraid," Arthur murmured, the devasted look on the Hound's face almost shaking his resolve, but he closed the distance between them regardless.

"What is it?" The Hound's question sincere, eyes looking up at their king with earnest curiosity.

Arthur took a small seat on the corner of his desk, taking the Consort's hand into theirs and giving it a small squeeze.

"That smile of yours, my dearest."

There it was again.

"That simple?" The Hound asked incredulously, their expression bright- beautiful beyond words.

"That simple." Arthur nodded, raising their hand and brushing his lips against their armored knuckles in a single small feather-light touch.

[freelancerstellar]

Kingsman Gentlemen, Please Meet the Space Gentlemen

--A Kingsman and Star Wars Crossover

“Who the hell is he?” Eggsy eyes the guy lie on a bed unconsciously through the double mirror. With those outrageous security measures, whoever this man is, if not extremely dangerous then is extremely important.

Or both, to be fair.

“We don’t know actually. A human, at least.” Harry states, also eyes the man with a thoughtful and serious expression. And a little awe, if you ask Eggsy, which is unnerving.

“Or we think he is.”

Yeah. Real effing unnerving.

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Part 1

It was sheer luck that Statesman got to the crashing site before USA Military as Harry was told. Then they sent the wreckage and the "man" who survived inside to Kingsman, claimed that "they ain't want no more of those damned aliens in the good ole' USA" by Champagne, which made Harry, aka Arthur, gave the leader of Statesman a very strange look, like he'll ever believe it.

Whatever Champagne's real reason was, that is not Harry's business. To be honest Harry is quite curious about the ‘damned aliens’ himself. Yes he is very aware of the risks that ‘hosting’ an unidentified individual, not to mention a craft fallen through atmosphere. Yet he has every confidence in his rebuild Kingsman, and their ability to handle any and all potential threats as an organization. Recent incident notwithstanding of course, but he was not present nor himself at the time, so that didn't count.

Maybe Statesman have their reasons to not wish to deal with this. In that case Harry is quite happy to repay some debt to their associates for their help during the Doomsday Protocol.

That said the ‘man’ now rest peacefully in a room with top-of-the-line security measures, it is similar to the one Harry himself resided while he had amnesia, but with far stronger materials, plus a fair numbers of hidden containment devices that will activate at the slightest sign of trouble.

He is heavily hurt as Harry can tell. When Statesman digged him out of wreckage he had a handful of broken bones and got hit on head. Fortunately didn't lose much of blood, with how Harry have no idea, but that saved Statesman for worrying about any potential rejection of donated blood. “Who know the aliens have what kinds of blood types”, quoted from Statesman Medical staffs, even if they did the genetic comparison to figure out, yes, this man from outside of Earth is really a human.

Whatever, most of Kingsman staffs thought this man is some kind of secret agent of some unknown organization which have some fancy equipments(like, an aircraft with ridiculed aerodynamics shape). Who will fault them? They just discovered Statesman’s existence recently. In Harry’s opinion that is actually more reasonable. Seriously, what chance that have an alien came out to be a human being? Even with Champagne’s insistence, Harry still very much doubt with that. More so, even if it is true, how can Champagne so sure about it?

“It’s really a mystery, isn’t it.” Harry murmur, looks at the reports about the man and those equipments came along with him.

Male, skin white, hair coloure light brown, age about in his late thirty, fitness body shape with solid muscle mass, hands callused with weapon used.

Unknown language literatures on the craft wreckage, a cylinder device made by unseen alloy with high energy reading,

Whatever they scavenged from those wreckage made technology division very thrilling, which is, made zero sense more than much that Statesman just give that up,

So yes, new Arthur of Kingsman is wary.

It’s not helping when Eggsy barks inside his office without knock, again.

“Hello, Harry.” Eggsy call cheerfully. He is wearing a track jacket, hands empty, a big smile in his face.

Harry keeps his face emotionless, it’s not likely that he is going to so easily give the semi-retired Kingsman his satisfy. Though to be honest, Harry is quite impressed by the young man went through all of security measures to get directly inside Arthur’s office, aside that he have that nerve to do it at all.

“It’s pressure to meet you, Your Highness. What can I do for you?” Arthur of Kingsman greeting the Princess’ Consort politely.

“Oh Harry please, don’t call me that.” Eggsy grimace, how he hates those royalty things. He just barely escape! How can Harry do this to him? Well, he really love Tilde, but the life of royalty is boooooringgggg!

“Some of us do know about manner,” Harry states dryly, he knows Eggsy can have manner if be asked, he was a Kingsman after all. “Your Highness.”

“Oh fuck Harry,” Eggsy curses, “OK, I got it, I’ll knock next time OK? It just...I missed you.”He sighs, “so, can I have a seat?” Now Harry is smiling, that bastard.

“Of course,” very much satisfying, Harry put the pad down, “would you like some tea, Eggsy?”

“That’ll be lovely, thanks.” Eggsy sit down.

Still smiling, Harry serves both of them cups of tea, it’s nice to have Eggsy here, he has to admit, it's just no way he going to speak that loudly.

“So, anythings interesting happened?” Eggsy asks between sips, eyeing Harry expected. Harry’s face shifting to thoughtfully, it’s really nice to see that, Eggsy missed the day he seat in front of Harry’s desk and chatted. To be fair, Harry probably should not tell him anything, consider that he is, way to say, retired into a ‘public figure’. Part of him is scared about Harry is going to say that.(I’m sorry, but you’re not a Kingsman any more.)

“Well, I guess it won’t hurt.” Harry says finally, much to Eggsy relieved, but instead of speaking Harry just stands up and walks out of the door. “Do come along, please.”

“Oh fuck.”

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They are looking at a room which have a man lie inside through a double mirror. It didn’t escape Eggsy’s eyes that there is heavy security in it.  And it reminds him the room Harry once stay in, alone with the memory and feelings that half year ago when he saw Harry casually shaved like nothing happened at all. So it’s another agent? One of new recruits? Heavily injure during a mission?

“Who the hell is he?” Eggsy asks, totally expects some kinds of dramatic stories. It seems likes that they are always Harry’s favorite.

“We don’t know actually. A human, at least.” Harry says thoughtfully, well, it’s not what Eggsy expected, but it’s somethings. Except out of obviously.

Wait a minute, Harry never states out of obviously. There’s reason that the senior Kingsman pointed out of ‘human’ specific. So, a cyborg? Something likes Charlie Hesketh? Now he has a bad feeling about his.

“Or we think he is.” Harry side-eyes the young man, with a small grin on corner of his mouth. It’s clearly the Leader of Kingsman, as observant as usual, noted Eggsy’s unease. “He came alone with a space craft.”

“So...a spaceman?” Eggsy asks uncertainly, surly a spaceman is a human, right?

“Sort of.” a vaguely answer as ever.

Well, now Eggsy absolutely has a bad feeling about this.