#Gary Unwin x Reader

[echothefandomeater]

Lean On Your Team

Paring: Agent Galahad Jr x GN!Reader x Agent Whiskey

Genre/Warning: Talks of blood, injury on the shoulder and passing out in the shower. Eggsy and Whiskey argue (but what's new there.) The reader is also a kingsman agent so it’s suggested that they’re British.

Words: 908

Summary: Hiding an injury from two Agents argue a lot and who care a lot about you is easy until you pass out in the bath and they have to help you.

A/N: Does this make sense? Probably not since I wrote this from my late night writing inspiration. Apologies if Eggsy and Whiskey seem out of character, this is the first time I’ve written them properly. I’ve been having massive Kingsman brain rot so if you like this piece feel free to send any other requests for Kingsman characters (literally any of them from the first two movies.)

The bickering between them was starting to get on your nerves. 

“If you would have been careful with your shot-“ Eggsy cut Whiskey off. 

“Well if you hadn’t tried to tie him up as I was shooting-” this time, you cut them off.

“Can you both just shut the fuck up?!” Both of the men looked taken back at your sudden outburst “You have been arguing ever since we left and in case you couldn’t tell, all three of us are tired! So please I would like to get to the safehouse without developing a headache.”

This seemed to shut both agents up and the silence felt like heaven to your ears.

You all continued walking. You looked down at your shoulder and lifted your suit jacket lightly. You held back a grimace at the blood not wanting to worry the already injured Whiskey and Eggsy about your injury, you would just clean it up when you got to your own room.

—-

Finally you all arrived, in true southern fashion Whiskey took off his shoes before entering the safe house and collapsing on the couch, Eggsy followed suit and looked like he was about to fall asleep right there. You on the other hand began making your way up the stairs to your temporary room. You couldn’t wait to get these disgusting clothes off and put on fresh ones.

You shut the door and went into the bathroom turning on the shower, even just the steam building up from the hot shower made you sigh in relief. You carefully dragged the clothes off your body, occasionally your clothes would stick to the wound making you hiss from the pain.

Eventually you got into the shower and it felt like such a relief, such a relief that you started getting sleepy, you tried to catch yourself before you fell asleep but the last thing you remember seeing was the ceiling.

—---

The crash heard from the bathroom had both agents up and off the couch with weapons ready. Eggsy nodded silently towards the stairs and Whiskey nodded back.

Slowly with Eggsy leading they made their way up the stairs with minimum creaking from the stairs. They made their way towards your room hearing the sound of the shower, they pushed the door open and Eggsy called out your name, when no response came he made his way to the bathroom. 

He stopped nervously, his hand hovered over the door handle, scared what he would find behind the door. Images of you lying there dead because someone was here and they didn’t check flashed through his head. He was terrified to lose you after what happened to Roxie albeit his feelings were less platonic but he still couldn’t stand it, he never wanted to lose anyone like that again.

Whiskey watched him and could see the nerves on his face, he could admit he was having the same feelings of fear but he couldn’t stand by so he pushed Eggsy out the way. He pushed the door open.

The sight of you bleeding passed out in the shower made both their hearts jump. 

—--

Next time you woke up it was in the bed. You opened your eyes slowly and squinted at the low light of the room. What caught your attention though was both Eggsy and Jack watching you from the bottom of bed, no suit jackets or ties and sleeves rolled up, Jack didn’t even have his hat on. 

They were both frowning, Eggsy had his hands in his pockets and Whiskey had his crossed across his chest. You spoke and it came out very dry. “Don’t tell me you two have been arguing again” neither of them responded.

Jack left the room muttering something about water to Eggsy and he nodded. Once Jack had left Eggsy approached you “when were you planning on telling us you got stabbed?” He spoke to you like he did to Galahad Sr when he was reckless and it made you scowl. Still you made no eye contact with him.

“Agent Percival” The use of your codename made your eyes automatically snap up to his, the look he gave you made it clear he wasn’t giving up so easily.

You huffed “I was going to deal with it myself but I didn’t exactly plan on passing out in the shower.” His eyes narrowed.

“You seem to have forgotten the most vital part of your training, Percival” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion “teamwork.” You rolled your eyes at how cheesy it sounded when he said it.

Jack came back into the room with a glass of water and a pack of painkillers, he handed them to you. “He’s right, it's something they nail into our heads at Statesman, there's a reason multiple Agents are assigned to cases” once again you rolled your eyes before finally speaking up. 

“Okay I get it! You don’t need to treat me like a child just because I’m less experienced than you both” You snapped at them before taking two painkillers out the packet and taking them with the water you were given.

Finally Eggsy sighed “Just next time…” you prepared yourself for another lecture but he trailed off like he was unsure what to say.

“Ask for our help when you need to” Jack finished for him. Your pissed off attitude retreated slightly seeing both their faces soften an inch.

“Yea I will… I’ll make sure I do”

[shadows-of-a-memory]

i don’t need a roof - e.u.

trigger warning: none song: i don't need a roof author's note: closer to an imagine than a fic gary "eggsy" unwin masterlist

It's the sounds that wake you, finding Eggsy tossing and turning and struggling to breathe. "Eggsy?!" You exclaim, moving to your husband's side as quickly as you can. "Honey, what's wrong? What happened?"

"I was-" he pants, "drowning- hngh-" Your hands flutter frantically about him, not processing his words, trying to deduce the source of pain. He clutches tightly at his side, strands of wet hair falling over his face. "It all-" he grunts again, "-got kinda blurry."

He shifts slightly, laying on his uninjured side and propped up on his elbow beside you, head in your lap. Your hands come to rub his shoulders gently, concern never dissipating, but knowing he needs you to be strong.

Your breath is shaky. "You're right here with me," you comfort, breathing coming hard for the both of you as your hearts slow their running. In the relative silence, you can both hear the rain pitter-pattering outside.

in your face

"I finished-" he pauses, "the roof. Reshingling it." Another pause as he breathes through the pain. "Before this happened."

i see a lifetime

You nod, knowing what he means by 'this'. A simple infiltration quickly gone awry, due to a mole in kingsman compromising your covers. You had both fought to the end, but your resources were finite... and your target and captor, an organization known as Octa, had what seemed like infinite resources. And infinite cannon fodder.

in this place

Which brings you to now. You hadn't suffered much, as it was a deeply misogynistic group with the perspective of "how much trouble can she be, she's a woman"; but Eggsy had only gotten thrown back in your little cell around two hours ago, after what felt like at least a day of torture. It's probably shorter than that, as you have no way to measure time, but still. He's been waterboarded, beaten, whipped, and you think a few of his ribs to be broken as well. On top of that, he took a bullet—to the leg, nothing too crazy—in the fight beforehand. Overall, not the greatest condition. You've got a few bruises and wounds yourself, but nowhere near what he's dealing with.

i feel at ease

Belatedly, you realize you forgot to respond, and he can't see your head moving. "Yeah?" You confirm quietly.

wallpaper peeling, paint wearing thin

"The account has... ten years' rent in it..." Eggsy's chest heaves with the exertion of speaking. "You'll be fine."

No, you want to scream, No, I won't, I can't be, not without you, but you don't. Because he needs you to be strong. Because if you can't make yourself to be strong, he won't allow himself to be weak.

"Ah!" He hisses, turning slightly and to press his opposite fist into the ground and lift himself just barely, attempting to alleviate some of the pressure. "Sorry, luv- shouldn't've said- that-"

You take care as you help him sit up, clasping one of his hands in yours and supporting him as much as you can. You bend your head, trying to meet his eyes, and release his hand to cup his face with the one of yours not holding him up.

here's where i end and begin

"I don't need a roof to say I'm covered," you promise. "I don't need a roof to know I'm home." He leans forward slightly, most of his bodyweight transferring to you, but you don't budge. Your hand moves to the nape of his neck, playing slightly with his hair.

there could be a single shingle-dangling overhead

"Close your eyes," you encourage, feeling the struggle to try and support himself again. "I'm still beside you."

i don't need a roof to make my bed

Eggsy falls once more, shuddering against you. "I'm sorr-"

"No," you interrupt quietly. You can hear the rattle in his voice; can hear how much it takes for even those two syllables. You know he's probably punctured a lung; know that, at this point, it's a question of whether that or the blood loss will kill him first. You know your husband doesn't have long and it takes everything in you to keep the tremor out of your voice when you speak again. "No goodbyes needed today."

With that, the two of you sit, you humming a soft lullaby as rain patters down, the only other sound Eggsy's ragged breathing. If you close your eyes, you can almost imagine you're back at home, cuddling on the couch together with JB annoying your husband and a book in your hands.

hear what the rain says, know what it knows

You can almost hear yourself complaining about how messy your hair will be. Can almost hear Eggsy's response everytime you do. "Look on the brightside, luv. After the rain, something grows."

You can picture the happier times. Picture you and him in the kitchen, trying to make brownie batter but interrupted by your husband's decision that it's the perfect time to dance. Picture his arms wrapping around your waist, swatting them away, only to have the whisk removed as he twirls you to face him, positioning the two of you to sway to whatever song he put on.

i don't need a legal deed

You don't know when your offhanded humming turned to a melody line to the words—quiet ones, but words nonetheless—of your first dance song. "I don't need a roof to say I love you / I don't need a roof to call you mine / I don't need adventure in some far away frontier / I don't need a roof to feel you near."

to help me play my part

Eggsy is apparently still conscious, as he taps in morse code along your thigh, your singing falling off as you concentrate on the message. Dot dot long pause dot dash dot dot pause dash dash dash pause dot dot dot dash pause dot long pause dash dot dash dash pause dash dash dash pause dot dot dash. I L-O-V-E Y-O-U.

"I love you, too, Eggs." Your mind flashes to promises you've made over time to him. "All I need is you and you forever; All I feel is true and absolute."

His hand squeezes yours, and the pressure travels up to your heart, to your throat, choking out your life with each millimeter his slips away. You try to lay him down, but another squeeze stops you, an implicit let me stay this way. Your husband tilts his head up, meeting your eyes for the first time since you started supporting him, and you can't control the slight gasp at the blood that comes out as he coughs. In what appears to be extreme effort, and probably takes even more than is shown, he lifts his hand to cup your face.

His voice comes out as a whisper, each syllable formed determinedly, distinctly, desperately. "I don't- cough need- pant a ro- pant a roof to- cough hold- cough cough my he- pant heart," he whispers, finishing the line.

A tear slips down your cheek, closing your eyes to keep its siblings in. You feel it wiped away gently, Eggsy collapsing once more against you. You rub his shoulders, trying to impart what little comfort you can. You don’t trust yourself to open your mouth, worried that the sobs clawing their way up your throat will take it as an opportunity.

At some point, sitting there holding him—maybe milliseconds, maybe minutes, maybe days later, what feels like the blink of an eye and an eternity wrapped into one—you feel him inhale shakily against your breast with no exhale to follow, hand going limp against your thigh and body going heaver still.

“No,” you choke out, not sure if it comes out as a scream or a whisper, if your vocal chords will ever work again, as it feels he’s taken all speech with him. You lay him down gently, his eyes already closed, clutching his hand as if it’s a lifeline. You have the presence of mind to know CPR will have no effect, instead grabbing his other hand, limp but warm, and pulling it to your cheek.

“Stay with me,” you plead. “Eggs, please, please, just stay with me.”

You don’t know how long you babble, words turning indecipherable as they’re overtaken by guy-wrenching sobs. “Please, please.”

Your throat raw, you eventually stop, wiping the blood from his lips and pressing a final kiss to them. Your vigil turns silent, staring, willing at him to heal and return to you, but it doesn’t happen. You don’t notice yourself falling asleep until it happens, chilled to the bone—and all you can hope is that, maybe in the morning. you’ll be with him again under a new roof.

And when you wake curled up beside a corpse, having burrowed into him subconsciously in your sleep, your heart breaks all over again.

Roofless.

[edgessunflower]

Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Masterlist

In progress

[drabbles-mc]

Third Floor

Eggsy Unwin & GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March.

Prompt: rabbit

Word Count: 300

A/N: I've been writing Kingsman Fics for essentially 10 years at this point and this is the first time I've ever written readerfic for it. I don't know what else to say! I'd kill a man for Eggsy Unwin.

The only thing that Eggsy could hear over the blood rushing in his ears was the sound of his feet every time they struck the concrete. His arms and legs felt like they were moving of their own accord, doing whatever it took to keep him safe, to let him live to fight another day.

The footsteps behind him began to slow, but it didn’t stop Rottweiler from calling out after him, “Can’t run away from us forever, you know! Fuckin’ rabbit hops will only get you so far!”

Eggsy knew he was right, but it was working for now. Racing along the string of upper balconies, he got to the very end of the building before finally making himself skid to a stop. He crouched down and allowed himself a couple beats, hoping to get his breathing somewhat back to normal before he asked you to let him in again. Always the stray landing on your doorstep, or rather, windowsill.

When he heard the ruckus starting to pick back up down below again he knew he didn’t have any time to waste. Rapping his knuckles against your window, he only had to wait a few seconds before he heard you twisting the lock from inside.

Pushing the glass upward, you stuck your head out. “Biggest fuckin’ pigeon I’ve ever seen!” you joked.

He laughed, and you watched him shake his head, little beads of sweat starting to drop down the sides of his face. “Very funny.”

You popped the window open a little bit more to make it easier for him, stepping back and to the side so he could slip in as smoothly as possible. “Come on, then. Got your nest ready for you and everything.”

He hopped in and shut the window behind him. “Thanks for that.”

[muiitoloko]

JEALOUS HARRY HART - KINGSMAN

Author's notes: Hey, guys! Just letting you know that in this one shot your character, you, uses the code name Bedivere. Any spelling errors please let me know as English is not my first language.

Summary: Harry Hart, the epitome of composure and chivalry, finds himself consumed by jealousy as he observes you gracefully dancing with Agent Tequila.

Pairing: Harry Hart ( Kingsman ) × Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, Possessiveness, and Bad Language (maybe?)

First and Second part here.

The grand hall of the Kingsman headquarters was elegantly adorned, transformed into a setting befitting a formal dinner. High-level agents from Kingsman and Statesman mingled, their conversations blending with the melodic tunes that filled the air. Among the guests, Harry Hart, the newly appointed head of Kingsman, codenamed Arthur, exuded an air of authority, his eyes surveying the room.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the attendees, Harry held a secret—a clandestine relationship with a fellow agent known as Bedivere. Their connection had quietly blossomed behind closed doors, fueled by stolen moments and shared passions. The age difference between them whispered constantly in their hearts, but their love transcended those trivial boundaries.

As the doors swung open, softly announcing the arrival of someone, a few eyes turned to the captivating figure that commanded attention wherever she went. Her entrance was elegantly late, her form exuding confidence, with mischief dancing in her eyes. Bedivere had just returned from a demanding mission, her weariness concealed beneath her seductive charm.

Searching the room for Harry, Bedivere's gaze fell upon Eggsy, known as Galahad, who was engaged in conversation at the bar with a Statesman agent, recognizable by his cowboy hat. A mischievous smile played on her lips as you approached, her steps graceful and magnetic.

"Eggsy," you greeted, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "You seem to be enjoying yourself tonight."

Eggsy turned, his eyes widening in surprise as he registered Bedivere's presence. "Well, well, look who's here, Bedivere. Allow me to introduce you to Agent Tequila," he said, gesturing to the Statesman agent.

Tequila's gaze fixed on Bedivere, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand, attempting to mimic an English gentleman. Tequila couldn't help but tease, "Is that how the English do it?"

You chuckled, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, Tequila, you have much to learn about our customs," you replied, your tone laced with playful banter. Eggsy inclined his head slightly at the call through the earpiece of his glasses.

Seizing the opportunity, Eggsy excused himself, leaving Bedivere and Tequila alone. You turned to the bartender, ordering a glass of whiskey. Tequila's curiosity got the better of him, and he remarked, "I didn't know you were a whiskey girl."

Bedivere's smile grew, a touch of mystery coloring her gaze. "Well, there's more to me than meets the eye, Agent Tequila," you said, your voice filled with a mix of amusement and secrecy. Taking a sip, you savored the familiar warmth of the amber liquid.

The playful banter continued, a dance of humor and charm between Bedivere and Tequila. As the music filled the air, Tequila pointed to the dance floor, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Care to teach me how to dance like a true English gentleman?"

You hesitated for a moment, your thoughts briefly lingering on the fact that you hadn't spoken to Harry yet. But you pushed those concerns aside, assuming he was busy with his duties as Arthur and entertaining Agent Champ, the head of Statesman. With a nod and a smile, you placed your hand in Tequila's, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor.

Near the dance floor, Harry's eyes followed Bedivere with a mix of admiration and unease. Alongside Eggsy and Champ, his attention was divided between their conversation and the captivating sight of Bedivere gracefully swaying on the dance floor with Tequila. There was a twinge of jealousy in Harry's heart, a possessiveness he struggled to suppress.

His grip tightened around his martini glass, the cool glass offering a brief respite from the heat coursing through his veins. Harry took a deep breath, steadying himself, determined to maintain a facade of composure. He couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, not when the future alliance between Kingsman and Statesman was at stake.

Unaware of the internal battle Harry was waging, Champ continued their conversation, discussing the intricacies of their joint operations. Harry nodded and smiled, his responses automatic, his mind elsewhere. He discreetly activated his glasses, sending a private message to Bedivere, urging her to meet him in the serene gardens just beyond the corridor.

With a renewed determination, Harry excused himself from Champ's company, offering polite pleasantries before making his way towards the exit. The air outside was crisp and refreshing, a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the party. The moon cast a gentle glow upon the meticulously manicured gardens, providing a serene backdrop for their clandestine rendezvous.

Bedivere's heart raced as she received Harry's message through the glasses. Confusion momentarily took hold of her. What had you done this time to justify such urgency? You had been behaving impeccably, or so you believed. Nevertheless, duty called, and you knew shouldn't keep Harry waiting.

Stopping the dance, Bedivere turned to Tequila, a apologetic smile on her lips. "I'm sorry, duty is calling, and I must go," you explained, your tone sincere. Tequila nodded, lifting his cowboy hat in farewell, understanding the demands of your profession. "Until next time, Bedivere," he said with a tinge of regret.

With a sense of purpose, Bedivere quickly made her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the room for Harry. The dimly lit corridor that led to the serene gardens beckoned, and you followed the path, hoping to locate him there.

Suddenly, you felt a firm grip on your wrist, and before you could react, you were pulled into a secluded corner. You collided with a solid chest and looked up, meeting Harry's annoyed gaze. Confusion swirled in your mind as he spun you around and pressed you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head, effectively trapping you between his body and the hard surface.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Bedivere questioned, her voice filled with surprise and anticipation. Her heart raced, intrigued by the unknown intensity in his eyes. This was a side of Harry you hadn't witnessed before, and it both thrilled and intrigued her.

Harry's tone was laced with a touch of jealousy as he asked, "Were you enjoying yourself with Agent Tequila?" Bedivere couldn't help but smile mischievously, realizing the source of his agitation. Harry's composed demeanor was slipping, and it was thrilling for you to witness him crumble in your presence.

Toying with the button of his suit jacket, you provocatively replied while undoing his jacket, "Oh, Harry, I must admit, I was having a splendid time." Your words elicited a low growl from him, his hand finding the back of your neck, guiding your gaze to meet his. The intensity in his eyes softened his resolve, and you found yourself melting under his touch.

You reassured him, your voice filled with warmth, "Tequila is just a colleague, nothing more." But Harry retorted, his voice husky with desire, "He wasn't looking at you like he wanted to be just a colleague. He was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive." Bedivere couldn't resist teasing him further. With a playful smile, you said, "And isn't that how you look at me too, Harry?"

Harry's grip tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch sent shivers down your spine as he whispered, "The difference is, I can look at you like that because you belong to me." Bedivere nodded, acknowledging his claim, feeling a sense of belonging and security in his possessiveness.

Their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss, the culmination of their hidden desires and the release of pent-up tension. When they pulled apart, Harry whispered in your ear, his voice filled with desire, "Go home and wait for me in my bed, Bedivere." You played with his tie, your voice teasing as you asked, "What? Are you planning to eat me tonight, Arthur?"

A smile graced Harry's lips as he took a step back, buttoning his jacket. "Count on it," he replied, his eyes filled with promises. With a final glance, he turned and walked away, leaving Bedivere yearning for more.

Watching him disappear back into the Kingsman mansion, Bedivere adjusted his attire, a sense of anticipation coursing through his veins. You walked confidently to where you had parked the car, ready to obey Harry's command and go home, knowing that your passion would ignite again behind closed doors. The night held promises of love, desire and a future intertwined with secrecy and adventure.

As you walked away from the garden, Bedivere couldn't help but smile. No matter what challenges they faced, their love remained unyielding, stronger than ever. And you looked forward to the moment when you would find yourself in Harry's arms, ready to explore the depths of their connection once more.

[snazzynacho]

PRINCESS

Masterlist

Gary “Eggsy” Unwin x Fem!oc

Fandom: Kingsman: The Secret Service

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Summary: In which the posh girl and the chav fall in love

Closed-off and un-admittedly stuck-up Gwendolyn Winslet is one of ten candidates training to be chosen for the open place at Kingsman. If she passes she will become a Kingsman, or rather, Kingslady. One person in particular - who on paper does not belong there - catches her attention, for better or for worse?

Natalie Dormer as Gwendolyn Winslet

Taron Egerton as Eggsy Unwin

Gwen’s house

JB (Pug)

Lilibet (Italian Greyhound)

Ivory (Turkish Angora)

Heinz (Orange Tabby)

CHAPTERS:

One

Two

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Super Spy - Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

Title: Super Spy

Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Harry (Mentioned), Merlin, The Skull (OC) (Mentioned), Agent Lamorak, and Guards (Mentioned)

WC: 2,730

Warnings: Kingsman canon violence (but less so), hostages mentioned, kidnapping mentioned crying, trauma mentioned, nervousness, anxiety, love at first sight basically, slight suggestiveness, slight angst, guns, flirting, threats mentioned, and fluff

“Eggsy, have you found The Skull?” Merlin’s voice asked Eggsy through his glasses. 

Eggsy was breathing heavily, gun held tightly in his hands as he leaned against a wall, “No, Merlin. Haven’t found him yet.” He muttered, before slowly peeking around the side of the wall; the coast was clear.

This mission was typical to the other missions Eggsy had gone on. Infiltrate the building, find the document, and not get shot by the baddies hiding around the place. But, unlike most of his missions, there weren’t as many guards to take out. But still, Eggsy was wary, as he crept through the large building. Making his way down the hall, he heard a small whimper. Pausing, Eggsy’s heart began to race more than it already was… 

There were hostages?

“Merlin, this might be a hostage situation.” He murmured, slowly making his way to where he heard the soft cries.

“Be careful, Agent Galahad.”

Eggsy swallowed before he stopped at a door, where the cries had grown louder. Reaching his hand out, he grabbed the door handle, turning it slowly. Pushing open the door, Eggsy carefully peered inside, noticing a young woman huddled in the corner of the dark room. Eggsy lowered his gun, making his way to the woman. Getting down on one knee, Eggsy tentatively reached a hand out to the woman, trying not to scare her any more.

He watched as the woman looked up from her knees, eyes wide with fear and tears, visibly shaking. Eggsy choked on his breath, eyes widening slightly. She was gorgeous. From the soft slope of her nose, to the batting of her wet lashes… She must have been an angel. His chest felt like it was on fire. He couldn’t help but feel his face flush red as she stared right back at him.

“Please don’t hurt me.” She begged, scooting herself further into the corner that she was in.

Eggsy shook his head, offering her a small smile, “I’m not going to hurt you, love.” He tried to reassure her.

The woman stared at him, “Who… Who are you?”

“My name is Eggsy. I work for Kingsman. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You replied, hesitantly taking Eggsy’s hand, allowing him to help you up.

Eggsy smiled, “That’s a beautiful name.” He complimented, “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He spoke, leading you out of the room and helping you sneak out of the building altogether. 

~~~

“Why would they take a hostage?” Merlin asked, as Eggsy crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulders as he peered through the two-way mirror, watching Agent Lamorak try and ask you questions.

“I have no idea. But she’s still a bit shaken up. We shouldn’t be interrogating her. Maybe I should talk to her. I was the one who found her. She trusts me.”

“It’s not interrogating, she might have information that’s important, Eggsy.” Merlin interrupted him, handing Eggsy some paperwork. “Besides, you need to finish the paperwork from the mission.”

Eggsy ignored Merlin, leaving the room to find you. Speed-walking, Eggsy made his way to the room where you were staying in. Entering, you and Agent Lamorak looked up, Lamorak closing the cover of his notebook. “You can leave, Agent. I got this from here.” Eggsy spoke, glancing at you to see you were backed up into the corner of the bed that you were on, arms tightly wrapped around your knees; just like you were only a couple of hours ago.

Lamorak narrowed his eyes slightly before nodding, “Copy that, Agent Galahad.” He spoke before he left, shutting the door behind him.

Eggsy watched him leave, before turning to you, seeing you relax slightly. Walking over, Eggsy took a seat beside you. “Are you alright?” He asked, only for you to shrug.

“Not really.” You answered softly, shifting slightly in your seat to drop your knees. Becoming more and more relaxed near him. You bit your lip, sneaking a glance at the Agent beside you, noticing him already looking at you, making your face flush. He was really handsome, you thought, making the situation you were in harder. You had never met someone like Eggsy before. Strong, brave, and sweet. His hazel-green eyes drew you in, like soft murky pools of a pond. He was so caring, making sure you were alright… 

Eggsy pursed his lips, before he cautiously spoke up, “Can you tell me what happened?” 

Your eyes closed briefly, letting out a shaky breath as you felt tears well up inside you, “Uh…” You tried to speak, before gasping out, shaking your head rapidly. 

Eggsy slid closer, immediately wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you quickly fell into him. Your hands slid under his jacket, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest as you sobbed. Eggsy held onto you, his other arm making its way around your side to pull you closer into him. He gently rocked back and forth, softly shushing you. 

With his arms around you, you felt at home. How someone could hold that power in their arms boggled you, and yet, you didn’t want him to let go. With being so close to him, you felt your heart skip a beat and your cheeks grow warm with each second. You never wanted him to let you go. But, you knew he would have to sooner or later.

Eggsy felt like his heart was being crushed by a steamroller when he heard your cries. He didn’t know what was going on with him, but he knew that he wouldn’t let anything harm you. You were so precious, and kind. Why would The Skull kidnap you, hold you hostage? What was their plan for you? Were you in the wrong place at the wrong time? Eggsy didn’t know, and yet all these questions filled his head. But, he didn’t want to stress you more by asking you. You had gone through a lot, and all Eggsy wanted to do from now on was to keep you safe.

Was this weird? He asked himself. Why so suddenly he felt these feelings towards you? He had only met you a couple of hours ago. Why did he feel like he needed to stay by your side? Why were you suddenly so important? Eggsy never believed in fairytales, like the ones his mother used to read to him when he was a kid. In those stories, they spoke about true love, and love at first sight. Was this it? Was this love? Eggsy felt foolish. But, looking down at you now, he’d welcome being a fool.

“You’re safe, Y/N. No one can harm you here.” He spoke to you softly, “You don’t have to tell me what happened.” He let you know, as you slowly and gradually calmed down.

Raising your head, you looked up at him with your same wide and tearful eyes, “I must tell you,” You began, before you shifted your gaze around the room. The room was small, with one bed, table, the water you didn’t drink, and a large two-way mirror on the opposite side of the wall from you. You turned back to him, eyes pleading, “But not here.” You whispered, and Eggsy’s own eyes widened slightly, glancing around the room himself.

“What do you mean ‘not here’?” He asked, but you pressed your pointer finger to his lips, stopping him.

“Anyone can be listening. The Skull…” You paused, gulping, “Could be listening.”

Eggsy shook his head slightly, reaching up to gently take your hand in his, “We’re in Kingsman. You’re safe here.” He tried to reassure you, but you shook your head, reaching up with both hands to clutch his jacket.

“Please, Eggsy.” You begged, beseeched, “Please take me somewhere where no one can hear us.”

Eggsy bit his lip, weighing his options slightly. He knew Kingsman was a safe place, but you had been through a traumatizing event, so he nodded. Taking your hand, Eggsy led you to the door, opening it to reveal Lamorak guarding the door. 

“Agent?” He spoke up, eyes glancing in between you and Eggsy. 

“She needs to use the ladies room.” Eggsy spoke, before Lamorak nodded and stood aside to let you both pass.

Eggsy led you down the vast hall, past rooms and large paintings on the walls before he stopped at the records room. The only room in Kingsman where it wasn’t being monitored by sound. Typing in the door code, you and Eggsy entered the records room. It was bright with its LED lights hanging on the ceiling, rows to rows of filing cabinets lined the walls.

Eggsy sighed, turning to you, “Alright, what happened?” He asked, watching as you bit your lip, eyes wide in fright.

“Are you sure no one will hear us?” You asked and Eggsy nodded, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Of course, love. This room isn’t recorded.”

You nodded, “Well,” You began, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I was on my way home from work when I decided to take a shortcut. It was getting late and I didn’t want to be late for the new season of my favorite show… So… I…” You faltered slightly, Eggsy’s hands gently squeezing you.

“You’re doing great, love.” He encouraged you, making you sigh.

“So, I took a shortcut through an alley… I didn’t know that The Skull’s henchmen were planning something through there.” You felt your tears well up again as your chest began to hurt. “I had overheard them talking about some plan and I think I might’ve stepped on something because before I knew it, they tackled me… And I woke up in that strange building in that room.” You breathed heavily, getting a bit choked up.

Eggsy’s hands slid down your shoulders, stopping at the dips of your elbows as he intently listened, eyebrows furrowed in worry. “What were the plans?” He asked, wanting to know what The Skull was up to, but also mentally wanting to track that man down to teach him a lesson for taking you.

You let out another shaky sigh, “Well,” You began again, looking up at Eggsy with your wide eyes, “I heard that they were planning on trying to get some document about some 1986 thing from some place called Kingsman… I-” You paused, narrowing your eyes as you tried to remember. “I… I don’t remember, I’m sorry.” You stuttered out, as Eggsy shook his head. “But, I knew you were safe, since you said you were an Agent from Kingsman.”

“No need to apologize, it’s alright, love.” But your overall explanation made Eggsy’s eyes widen before they squinted in confusion. “But… How would they even do that?” He asked, more to himself than to you.

You looked up at him, your hands holding onto his arms as you stepped closer to him; now toe to toe. “They said that they were going to get someone on the inside…”

Eggsy never felt more confused in his life, “But how would they-” But then it all clicked. His eyes widened as realization flew on his face. Slowly, Eggsy looked down at you, jaw dropped in shock. “No…”

Your wide doe eyes quickly disappeared, a smirk taking its place, “Yes…” You leaned up on your tippy-toes, lips brushing his ear, “I’m The Skull.” You confessed, before dropping back on your feet.

Eggsy couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “What? But you-”

“I pretended to be a hostage, Eggsy honey… You and your too-smart-for-their-own-good team had infiltrated my base… I couldn’t have just let you get away so easily. Now, you believing that I was a poor defenseless woman in need of rescue…” You gave him a pout, flawlessly turning on the waterworks, mimicking your earlier emotions before your pout turned into a smirk, “... Was the plan.” You dropped his arms, lifting your shirt to pull out Eggsy’s gun you had stolen from him earlier. “And well, grabbing your gun…” You aimed it at him, finger on the trigger, “That was just pure luck.”

Eggsy’s eyes widened yet again as he looked down at his suit belt, gun missing from his side. Slowly, he raised his hands in the air, looking down at you in shock, and yet impressed. “You won’t shoot me, Skull.” He insisted, making you humm, shaking your head.

“No, I won’t. But, coincidentally, you led me right to where I needed to be. So…” You raised your free hand, adjusting and smoothing out Eggsy’s collar, gun still trained on him, “I am going to grab the document I need for my next phase on the plan… And you’re going to let me hop out that window right there and leave… And please,” You cooed to him, grabbed his collar, pulling him down slightly, “Call me that little nickname. I quite like it.” You taunted him.

Eggsy gulped, hoping you hadn’t noticed how warm he was. He never thought that you were the bad guy, but you being able to play with his feelings so easily, made him realize how bad, or good, you were. “You’re not going to get far, Y/N.” Eggsy added, making you laugh out loud, tilting your head back before you gave him your smirk.

“My… Don’t you have a way with words.” You began to walk backwards, pulling him with you, before stopping at a filing cabinet. “You’re girlfriend’s very lucky.” You finished, letting go of him as you opened the cabinet before grabbing the file you needed and slamming it shut. Flipping the file open in your hand, you scooped up the papers, letting the yellow file fall to the ground. You had to admit to yourself, it was hard working with only one hand. Folding the paper as best as you could, you stuffed them into the pocket of your pants.

Eggsy couldn’t help but grin to himself as he watched you fumble around with the papers, his hands slowly dropping to his side, “Don’t have one… Are you available?” Eggsy could hear them now, both Merlin and Harry scolding him for flirting with the enemy… He should be stopping you, but you’ve bewitched him.

You hummed, grabbing him by the collar again to pull him forward with you. Suddenly, your back was pressed against the window, Eggsy pinning you. Eggsy took the opportunity to place his hand against the window’s ledge beside your waist, looming over you as trailed his eyes over you. 

“Are you always this… Coy, with you enemies?” You laughed breathlessly, your cheeks flushing slightly at his close proximity. You really should be leaving. The more you stay, the more you are in danger of being caught. But, looking up at Eggsy, the way he was looking at you... Your heart didn't want to go.

“Only when it's you," Eggsy smirked softly, leaning forward, his nose brushing yours, "Can I see you again?" 

His lips were just about to touch yours when Eggsy paused, the barrel of the gun pressing into his stomach, stopping him. He sighed, chest deflating slightly as you grinned up at him. Your hand slipped from his chest, and you reached behind you; pressing your hands on the top of the window's ledge. Pushing yourself up, legs dangling as you stared down at Eggsy. "It's been real, it's been fun... And it's been really fun." You pushed the window open, patting Eggsy’s hand under yours briefly, "See you later, Eggsy." You flipped backward, Eggsy reaching out to grab you as you fell out of the fourth-story window, but he was too late. 

Eggsy quickly looked out the window, his hands pressed against the window’s ledge as he watched your figure run down the field and into the forest before the Kingsman mansion. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, he bit his lip. His heart was still racing as his other hand clutched his chest. Pausing, Eggsy furrowed his eyebrows as he felt something in his inside suit pocket. Opening it, he stuck his hand in the pocket to pull out a slip of paper, your number scrawled on it; a little heart next to it. Eggsy let out a chuckle, how you did it, he'd never know. All he did know was that he couldn't wait to see you again. But, oh god, Merlin and Harry were going to kill him.

[madlittlecriminal]

Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Masterlist

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[tegerton]

Dude, duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude! Does anyone even remember me? Sorry for the very long hiatus, but I’m dipping my toes back into fanfic writing. Hopefully I’m not too rusty. What better way to come back with trying out an original story, that’s right this bad boy is coming from my head.

You can all thank @justsomerandomfanfic for waking me up. Seriously, thank you so much for liking my writing. It means the world (I thought my writing was pretty bad not gonna lie haha) but I am so glad I can make someone’s day with it! Apologies in advance. Please let me know if I should add any specific warnings! Hearts, reblogs, and comments are lovely!

I am going to try and attempt a GN reader x Eggsy (please let me know if I need to fix anything)

Eggsy x GN Reader

Word Count: A little over 1k

Warnings: Implied fighting and not so great friends (it’s not too bad tho)

It was supposed to be just a chill night out with some friends at a rather less crowded bar. Yeah it was anything but that. Once the words “Manners, maketh, man.” were thrown into the mix and all bets were off the table. Various objects like tables, chairs, and umbrellas went flying as their eyes scanned to find various things.

1. Find a safe exit (The front doors had been barricaded shut, but there’s got to be an emergency exit somewhere in this dump).

2. Stick with the people you know.

3. Get out.

After a few close attempts the group decided to book it for an exit that was in the back of the little kitchen in the bar. The friends left in a hurry not giving their final remaining friend a clear plan.

“Thanks guys! Thanks for not TELLING ME THE PLAN!” The tone was in the midst of transitioning from rather annoyed to fearing for their life. But rather than hearing screams and carious grunts the room was eerily silent. It’s at this moment that they realized someone just saw their outburst. Turning to face the one man army they noticed the umbrella that had been previously used to take out at least half of the patrons in the bar who are currently laying on the ground. “Put the umbrella down.” The rather well dressed man slowly followed orders as he gently placed his Kingsman umbrella onto the floor. “Now, unlock the doors.” With some loud clicking the entrance was now unlocked. “Ok I’m going to leave.” It was an agonizingly slow exit as they never turned their back on the stranger.

“Sorry I ruined your night out.” Once his accent came out their heart dropped just the tiniest bit, it didn’t help that he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck exposing a rather good physique in the muscles of his arms.

“No, do not try to play the cute guy card with me.” Their hands pressed onto their hips as the shortness of breath from the entire situation finally caught up. A strained sigh came over as the lights reflecting off the rainy pavements were not helping.

“The cute card?” His hands fixed his suit as he finally exited the bar smoothly opening the umbrella right over both of their heads. “I’d rather say I’m just charming in general.” His wink was met with a side eye. “Alright I kind of get the sense that maybe I did something wrong.”

“Hmmmm I’m not sure let me go ask someone in the bar if they know,” It was the fake walk back to the bar that made him chuckle. “Oh yeah that’s right, they’re all passed out!”

“Would it make you feel better if I said I was Batman or something?”

“Batman doesn’t fight crime dressed like Bruce Wayne.”

“Batman isn’t Bruce Wayne.” The seriousness in his voice just made the joke even better. Their eyes rolled with a smile as a well deserved slug was met on his shoulder. “Let’s start over,” He offered his hand for a shake. “Eggsy.”

“Eggsy?” The bridge of their nose scrunched up in thought. “I haven’t been in the UK that long but I will admit that’s the most unique name I’ve come across so far.”

“Well my real name is Gary but I go by Eggsy!” His face was beaming as he explained the story of his nickname. On the other hand the poor bystander was just wanting to go home.

“Yeah that’s really cool and all but I kind of need to get home.” It was their polite yet desperate grimace and the shuffling of feet that made Eggsy connect the dots. Maybe don’t go straight for someone you’re interested in right after making them think they were your next victim. The string of muttered curses that left his lips made it hard to not fall deeper into the surprisingly chill and trendy guy. “Y/N, forgot to tell you. That’s my name.” Finally learning the mystery person’s name gave Eggsy a little faith that he wasn’t a complete failure with charming someone.

“That has to be the weirdest name I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh shut up!” In what would be the weirdest of situations the two found light at the end of the tunnel, a blossoming friendship that Eggsy only dreamed would turn into something else only with time. “No but seriously I have work at 7AM, I need sleep.”

“Do you need a ride?” A part of Eggsy was holding onto hope that the offer would be accepted but he knew the chances were slim.

“As much fun as that sounds, I drove here.” Y/N held up their keys as they pressed the lock button a couple of times causing the car to beep back. “Thanks for the offer.” The night was cold as they rubbed their hands together. “I hope to never see you pissed off at a bar ever again.” A cheesy smile was plastered on their face as Eggsy’s face flushed slightly but due to the cold weather he was able to hide it.

“Yeah hopefully next time we meet, it isn’t like this.” Y/N’s head turned towards him as they laughed a bit.

“What do you want my number or something?” The laugh died fairly quickly as they noticed the look on his face.

“I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed.” He gently kicked a nearby rock. After a quick number exchange the two finally went their separate ways. Y/N noticed the number scribbled on the back of some business card as they slipped it over for further inspection.

“Kingsman?” Some store they had never heard of as they just got in their car and headed back to their apartment. Opening the door their roommate came barreling through giving them a hug.

“Oh my gosh, I was so worried when we lost you at the bar!” Y/N’s shoulders slumped into the hug.

“Yeah you guys were real worried alright.” The tone and sentiment were definitely called for especially since nobody even reached out to help. Not wanting to give it the light of day Y/N just went to their own little room and locked the door. That whole friends thing was for another day, but not now.

The next morning was uneventful as their shift went by with nothing really special happening. Not a bad day, not a good day, just a day. But hey at least the customer’s weren’t the absolute worst today.

“Can I clock out?” The manager slightly jumped in her seat not noticing their hire, engrossed in their emails.

“Oh yeah, thanks for your help.” And with the okay to leave it was a race to find somewhere to get food. With food on the brain, they almost passed something until a shiny golden logo caught their eye. It was the Kingsman store, Y/N took a peek through the window to see what exactly was being sold there but was met with Eggsy who sat across from another man dressed up just like him.

“No way.”

[bi-bard]

I've Had No Love Like Your Love - Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Imagine [Kingsman]

Title: I've Had No Love Like Your Love

Pairing: Gary "Eggsy" Unwin X Reader

Based On: Nobody

Word Count: 1,083 words

Warning(s): Insecurities

Summary: Eggsy's new job gives him opportunities and experiences that he could have never imagined. (Y/n) is worried that these experiences are going to pull him away from them. Eggsy tries his best to show that nothing he's done will ever be more important than them.

Author's Note: Pretty sure this happened because of the internet throwing edits about the second Kingsman film at me. Which I had a lot of fun watching, by the way.

WASTELAND, BABY! - HOZIER WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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I met Eggsy long before his life with the Kingsman started.

He had been this bubbly, sarcastic, and all-around-loving guy. It didn't take long for him to win me over. He was charming and sweet. I fell far faster than I cared to admit.

I was happier with him than I had been with anyone else. It was silly, almost delusional, but I was getting to the point where I felt like we were going to last forever.

And then, Eggsy found a new job.

He hid it from me at first, but after seeing how suspicious that looked, he dropped the act.

I could still remember vividly sitting across from him at my dining room table as he rambled on and on about what he was doing. The training and the gadgets and the assholes he had met through it all. He told me about how his being gone for days was because he was going on missions for a secret organization that I wasn't meant to know about.

I didn't believe him at first.

That's when he showed me some of the gadgets he had. He showed me some of the suits that they had given him. I got to know the Kingsman label.

I asked him if he was going to get in trouble for telling me all of this.

He kissed me and told me that he didn't care if he did. He'd rather that than lose me. Which did make me feel very special.

I accepted every part of it.

The long trips away, the small injuries that he came home with, the lack of a steady schedule. And the dog. The dog was a nice bonus to the job.

I never wanted to question his work. And I didn't.

I never had a lot of problems with the work. I got worried when he showed up hurt, but that was kind of it.

After a while though, the stories started to get to me. I wasn't upset hearing them or jealous or anything like that, but the more and more I heard about those stories, the more I found this sickening feeling in my stomach. Like I was... disappointing him... somehow.

I heard all these stories about these amazing places and the cool stuff that he did, and I just felt... boring. How was I supposed to compare to stuff like that?

I always ignored it. Well, I tried.

In all honesty, I never thought that Eggsy noticed it.

We all think that we're better at hiding things than we actually are.

I was in the middle of putting my clothes away, listening to him go on and on about the last mission he was on. I nodded along, chuckling where it felt appropriate.

"You alright?"

I furrowed my eyebrows as I turned to him. "What are you talking about?"

"You just seem... out of it."

"What," I forced a scoff. "Eggsy, I'm fine."

"(Y/n), we've been together for a while, I can tell when you're not."

I took a deep breath as I leaned against the dresser. "I... Do I bore you?"

"Sorry?"

"Do I bore you?" I repeated. "Am I boring?"

"No, why would you ask that?"

"You just... You come home from these trips and you have all these stories about what you did and what you saw and who you met and it just... I feel boring compared to that part of your life."

He didn't respond for a moment.

"And I know that it sounds dumb and childish but I... I can't help it, Eggsy. I... I'll get over it. I don't want you to think that I don't care about your work because I do and I admire it. I don't... I don't want to be controlling or anything like that and I'm sorry-"

"Stop," he spoke up, cutting off my rambling. I did, biting at the inside of my cheek.

He walked over to stand opposite me, his back facing the bed. He pulled the sleeve of his jacket up. "See this?"

He pointed at a bracelet on his wrist. It had been a gift I had gotten him. It was small, simple. A braided bracelet with a small charm hanging off of it. It wasn't a super expensive gift, but I didn't have a lot to spend at the time. I was surprised that it had landed as long as it had.

I nodded as I looked at it.

"I wear this during every mission that I go on," he explained as he walked forward. "Do you know why?"

I didn't answer.

"Because all I care about on those missions is getting back to you," he continued. "Through every badass thing I get to do, through all of the suits and gadgets and crap, all I want is to come home to you. Because I love you. A lot. More than I've loved anyone before."

I felt a grin form on my lips. "I love you too."

He reached forward and cupped the sides of my face, smiling back at me. He leaned his forehead against mine for a few moments before kissing me gently. I kissed him back, reaching my hands out to touch his sides. It was loving, gentle, perfect.

During our small moment together, I felt something tickling my leg. I pulled away, looking down to see what it was. Eggsy's forehead pressed against the side of my head as I did. His eyes were still shut.

"What is it," he asked.

I turned to look at him again. "Your dog is licking my leg."

"What?" his eyes opened as he leaned back and looked down. "For fuck's sake-"

"It's alright," I chuckled.

"Ruined our moment."

"Nooo," I shook my head before leaning down to pick up the pug. "Were you getting a little jealous?"

The pug licked my hand as I went to pet him. I laughed quietly.

"Just wants a little attention," I said, looking at Eggsy again.

"So do I," he replied.

"The pug's cuter."

He scoffed at me. "Excuse me?"

I walked into the main room, sitting with the dog in my lap. Eggsy followed me out. He sat next to me on the couch, pulling me into his side. He kissed my head.

"I love you," he muttered against my hair.

"I love you too," I replied.

That was the moment that I started to truly believe that this life was far more perfect than whatever life with the Kingsman offered.

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[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being the ‘bad guy’ and falling for Eggsy.

Anon requested: “I want to request enemy to lovers with eggsy and top!male reader. Like reader is villain (in eggsy eyes) but really love teasing eggsy when they meet and never serious fighting eggsy. Eggs really hate reader but eventually they become couple.”

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Y/f/c = your favorite color

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“Eggsy, you do remember why we are here, yes?” Eggsy raised the glass he had taken from a tray to his lips and spoke into the communication device.

“Course I do. Stop the bad guy, save the day, and go home in time for some dinner. Easy as pie.” A sigh came from Harry’s end of the comm.

“Yes, well, please remember that the ‘bad guy’ is y/n l/n, a young man well known for his elusiveness and has escaped capture on many occasions.” Eggsy just took a sip from his water glass.

“It’ll be fine Harry, we’ll get him. Don’t suppose you got a description for ‘im?”

“...”

“Harry?” There was nothing but static from Harry’s end of the comm.

“Oh, dammit.” Eggsy made his way to a door marked Employees Only, to find a young man around his age with y/h/c hair. The other man looked surprised at the sight of Eggsy.

“Sorry, guests aren’t allowed back here.” Eggsy gave the man a apologetic smile.

“My apologies, it’s an emergency.” The y/h/c-haired servant shook his head and started to gently push Eggsy towards the exit.

“Really sorry, but I have to insist you go back to the party.” Eggsy pulled away and started headed back towards the hallway beyond the small room.

“I just need to—!” Eggsy was grabbed by the arm and spun back towards the door he came in. He turned to look at the servant incredulously.

“I said, go back to the party.” The Kingsman shook off his surprise and took a fighting stance.

“I’m going to take a guess and say you’re not actually supposed to be here?” The not-servant grinned and nodded.

“Smart man. My name’s y/n.”

“You’re coming—mmph!” Eggsy jerked back as y/n kissed him. It was only a moment, but the kiss left Eggsy’s lips tingling.

No, wait—they were numb. The numbness quickly spread from his lips to the rest of his body. Eggsy fell over twitching. Y/n grinned and knelt down beside the fallen Kingsman.

“Don’t worry cutie, it’s just a paralytic. Should wear off in a couple minutes. I would love to stay, but I need run. Ta ta!” With that, y/n booked it to the exit.

Harry was never going to let him hear the end of this.

<—>

And so it went on. Eggsy would chase after y/n, and y/n would lead Eggsy on until he would slip away like water. It was increasingly frustrating for the Kingsman and enormously hilarious for the freelance thief.

“Come on darling! Put a little more omph into that punch!” Currently the two were fighting on the rooftop of a museum, where y/n had stolen a rather pricey set of diamonds.

“Would you just be quiet!” Y/n grinned and jabbed at Eggsy’s stomach.

“Make me~” Eggsy responded by throwing another punch at y/n, who bobbed and weaved away from the hit.

Only to be caught with an uppercut from the Kingsman. The blow split y/n’s lower lip and blood dropped down his chin.

“Are you done yet? Or do I have to knock you out?” Y/n gingerly touched his lip. Somewhere, a clock tower began to chime 11 o’clock. Y/n debated staying a little longer with the handsome spy, then shook his head. No time.

“As much as I like playing rough, I’m on a tight schedule. Catch you later!”

“Hey!” Eggsy reached out and grabbed y/n by the back of his collar. Y/n jerked in surprise.

“Okay, listen. As much as I want to stick around, if I don’t deliver by tonight then I don’t get paid.” Y/n tapped his chin in thought. “If you really want to find me...there’s a café near here. Has a raven for a logo. Meet me there tomorrow? My treat.” Eggsy blinked in surprise. He had just busted y/n’s lip and now the thief was offering a date?

“I can’t tell if you’re serious.” Y/n grinned.

“Serious as a stroke. I’ll wear a y/f/c shirt.” With that, the thief ran off into the night, leaving behind a very confused Eggsy.

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The Ravenhead Café wasn’t particularly busy that afternoon. A few customers wandered through the doors, and others sat in the cushy seats inside. One couple sat in the back near the fireplace, the two men sipping at their drinks.

“Remember when we first met?” Y/n asked as he swirled the liquid in his cup and then took a sip.

“You kissed me with a paralyzing chemical.” Eggsy grinned at the memory. It had been about two years since their first encounter at the party, and one since y/n had proposed coming to this very café for a drink.

“Happy one year anniversary Eggsy.”

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[mcsstydia]

Simply Best Friends? - Eggsy Unwin

Request:

pairing: eggsy unwin x reader

prompt: got a little inspiration from this prompt list

#21 “You’re bleeding all over my carpet”

#38 “Take off your shirt”

#19 “You need to see a doctor”

#48 “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight”

#25 “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it”

#51 “I love you, you idiot”

Words: 1.5k

warnings: none that I could think of 

A/N: as you can see, I’ve fallen in lovw with a new character (and the actor) so bear with my new obsession. requests for blurbs are open! 

Masterlist is in bio!

  It was almost three in the morning, when a loud bang, followed by furious knocking, awoke you from your deep slumber. You would have been scared out of your skin, if you hadn’t known it to be your longlife best friend, Eggsy Unwin. Who you were, on an inimportant sidenote, madly in love with. Oh, and this isn’t one of those chlichee stories you loved so much, where you were both madly in love with each other without noticing it.

No, you’d told him about your feelings about half a year ago. But he’d said, with the new job he got, it would be too dangerous for you. You’d argued a dozen times about how it should be your decision whether you wanted to risk it or not. But after countless arguing, and crying, you had accepted the fact that he simply did not love you back and that this was the real reason he didn’t want to be with you.

So, you continued as best friends. And it worked quite well. So far.

  You rubbed your sleepy eyes as you made your way from your bedroom to the door to your apartment. You pulled the curtain aside to really make sure it was Eggsy before actually opening the door in order to let him enter.

As soon as the door opened, Eggsy stumbled in (and almost fell into your couch table) before letting himself fall onto the soft ground right next to it. Your eyes widened and you hurried down to his side all in a split second. Your hand flew to his cheek absentmindedly and out of intuition. You caressed the soft skin of his face and he grabbed your hand just as absentmindedly. 

  “What the fuck happened, Eggsy?”, you asked frantically, your voice filled with concern, your eyes searching his for certainty that he was alive and that he would, eventually, be okay. Eggsy’s eyes found yours and you felt your heart skip a beat at the handsomeness of them.

His bruised and stained fingers still clapsed your wrist as he answered. “I’m fine, darlin’.” It was but a whisper and you obviously didn’t believe him. You let out a strained laugh. “Fine? You’re bleeding all over my carpet!”, you exclaimed and he sheepishly grinned.

“C’mon, let’s get you on the couch,”, you said, as you grabbed both of his hands and pulled him up to your level. He leaned onto you, as he was clearly in pain, and fell onto a spot on the couch as soon as it was in reach. 

  You eyed him up and down, his shirt was full of blood, whether it was his or his opponent’s, you couldn’t tell yet, his trousers were ripped and his glasses had a few scratches on them.

“Take off your shirt”, you ordered, without thinking about rephrasing your sentence. Eggsy, though he seemed miserable, raised an eyebrow and shot you a dirty looking, teasing smirk. You felt heat rise up your cheeks and blamed it on the pressure of the situation.

  “Oh, shut up,”, you ordered again, before continuing to defend yourself. “I’m just not sure whether this is all your blood or the guy’s you beat up.”, you mumbled, not meeting his gaze on purpose. 

“‘S alright, love.”, he mumled just as quietly, maybe due to how exhausted he seemed, or maybe, just maybe, it was bacause he wanted you to mean it-NO! You couldn’t let those hopeful thoughts get the best of you again. Not now. Not when he needed you so badly.

And although it seemed like it hurt, he didn’t let you help him take his shirt off. He did it and made it look both effortless and absolutely hot. You had seen him shirtless on countless occasions, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t reminded how you couldn’t be with him every time he was.

  You were attracted to him, of course. I mean, hell, who wouldn’t be? But that fact didn’t make looking at him any easier. 

He discarded his shirt to the floor and slouched back against the soft fabric of the couch again. You analysed his toned chest and your eyes quickly widened at the sight in front of you. A big slash was cut diagonally across his abdomen. You were glad it didn’t bleed as much as you thought it would, otherwise Eggsy would be dead by now.

  Speaking of Eggsy, he had heard your sharp intake of breath and commented without looking up at you. “It’s not as bad as it looks, love.”, he whispered, but your lack of reaction made him finally look at you again. He only caught a glimpse of your face before you quickly turned and hurried to get the first aid kit reserved for him.

Nonetheless, he had seen the tears brimming in your eyes and he hated himself for being the cause of them. The young man let out a loud sigh and let his head fall back onto the couch again. 

  You returned within a minute, and went to work. Eggsy hissed once in a while and you despised the one that did this to him with all your heart. He sighed out of relief once you were finished stitching him up, but still, you weren’t a doctor. 

“You need to see a doctor,”, you simply said as you were finished and leaned against the couch table in front of where Eggsy was sat on the couch. He opened his eyes and smirked down at you. “Nah, babe. I only need to see you,”, he disagreed cheekily. You rolled your eyes, trying to surpress the smile that grew on your lips.

  “Eggsy,”, you sighed. “I mean it. What else am I supposed to ‘heal’? A broken bone? Some internal damage? I can’t do that. You have to go to a doctor next time, alright?”, you asked, concern yet again lacing your voice. 

“What? Now I can’t even go to my best friend when I need help?”, he suddenly almost yelled out defensively. You were taken aback by his sudden outburst of emotion and you realised something completely different was bothering him, too. 

  And although you hated it, although you really couldn’t bear hearing about another girl problem of his, you asked.  “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight, hm?”, you asked, trying to swallow the lump in your throat and preparing yourself to hear that he’s fallen in love.

But Eggsy simply gazed at you, his beautiful eyes locked on yours and not a word leaving his plump lips. You sighed and went to grab one of his hands. “C’mon Eggsy, I’m your best friend, y-”, you started, but were interrupted by another sudden outburst of his. He flinched and pulled his hand out of your grasp before he began to speak.

  “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it,”, he brought out through clenched teeth. To say you were taken aback was an understatement. Could this be-? No! No hopeful thinking this time, he’s not in love with you! 

Your big, shocked eyes glanced at him, trying to understand what the hell was going on. “I’m so tired of this shit, Y/N,”, he began again, a lot quieter this time. “I’m so fucking tired of having to pretend I’m not in love with you,”, he continued and your heart almosr burst out of your ribcage. 

  “I have been in love with you for forever and then you told me you felt the same way but that’s when I got this job that I can’t really talk about and that would be putting you in way too much danger,”, he sighed for a second, playing with his bruised hands and knuckles. 

“So I thought the least I could do is keep you safe. But I can’t. And I’m so fucking sorry to have put you through all this heartache but there’s not a second that goes by without me thinking about kissing you, touching you and loving you. I wanna be with you, Y/N. But I messed up. And I know that now. Because now all I am to you is a friend,”, he continued and threw his head back in frustration. 

  “Let me stop you right there,”, you said as you got up from your place on the ground and sat next to him on the couch. Eggsy finally looked at you again and you could see the hurt in his eyes. You grabbed his face softly in between your hands and pulled him closer to you. 

“I love you, you idiot,”, you whispered, which made a grin spread on both of your features. “Really?”, he asked, his so voice quiet and horse the question made tears brim in your eyes. “After all the shit I put you through?”, he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes as well. 

  “Yes, really, Eggsy. I’m so in love with you. Always have, always will,”, you whispered. A smile so big it must’ve hurt tugged on his lips and you had never seen him this happy. One of his hands caressed your cheek, then slid to your neck, pulling you so close your breaths started to mingle. “Can I?”, he whispered so quietly you were certain even he himself hadn’t heard it.

Always the gentleman, you thought, before nodding. He pulled you impossibly closer until your lips met the ones you’ve been yearning to kiss for years. Your lips met in the softest touch, melting and melting into each other again and again and both of you knew, it was perfect. 

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#1 | eggsy unwin x reader

i. eggsy’s sweater just happened to be on the floor

It’s far too cold today, Y/N mumbled to herself as she looked at her phone. It was near freezing at mid-day. The numbers in front of her proved it would only get worse as the day dragged on. 

She put down her phone and rest a hand on JB. He was burrowed deep in Eggsy’s fleece blanket. Y/N would have stolen it but JB beat her to the punch. The dog stretched before rolling over to show his belly. Some belly scratches would be nice..

One of the blankets vibrated after the belly scratches were granted. Y/N searched for a few moments before finding the source. Her phone was lit up. 

egg boi: Colder than a witch’s tit out here, babe. You bundled up, right?

Y/N looked down at her long sleeve shirt and lack of pants. Maybe she should add some layers. She did need to leave these blankets sooner or later. 

It took longer than Y/N cared to admit to find a clean sweater. She needed to laundry after she was dressed. After the sweater was on, Y/N realized this sweater was definitely not her’s. It was far too big, and far more comfy than she was used to. 

She remained true to her word and did laundry after she was dressed. JB was tempted to follow her around, but the blanket was too comfortable to move from. Y/N took a picture of the pug just to send to Eggsy. Hopefully it would make his work day move faster. 

Y/N put a soup to simmer in a pot when it neared time for Eggsy to return home. She warmed some blankets, lit the fire, made the home as toasty as possible. He deserved it after a long day of saving the world. 

The sound of the door opening lifted both Y/N and JB’s head. It then became a race to see who could meet Eggsy as the door first. To Eggsy’s joy, it was an equal tie. He greeted JB first, getting down to hug and kiss the little pug. 

“Always the apple of your eye. Good to know I’ll always have a little competition.” Y/N crossed her arms and smiled. Eggsy patted the dog’s back before standing fully in front of Y/N. He was at least half a head taller than her, and they both relished in that. She didn’t mind one bit. 

“No competition when you look like that in my sweater.” Eggsy’s hands were ice blocks against Y/N’s warm skin. She squealed at the feeling, curling further into him. He kissed the side of her head and pulled her into a full hug. 

“I could be... not in your sweater, if that helps in my favor at all...” Y/N’s word trailed off, a devil of a smile on her face. Eggsy raised a single eyebrow. 

“Bribing the judge so early on. Haven’t even offered dinner yet or told me I’m the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.” Eggsy bat his eyelashes to feign hurt. She laughed before starting to kiss his jaw. 

“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Dinner is cooking right now. You should take your sweater back soon while I’m offering to return it,” she whispered in his ear before giving him a proper necking. Eggsy hoisted her up as began his walk up the stairs.

“That’s more like it.”

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It was true

Requested by @courage-grace-rose - Could you do an eggsy x reader where they are both agents and have to go undercover somewhere for a mission but it goes wrong( like they are surrounded or one of them is being held a gun point) so they don't know if they will make it out alive and you can tell that they both have feelings for each other but both try to dance around them because agents cannot fall in love. Characters – Eggsy x Reader. Word Count – 864

‘Eggsy.’ You said, he turned around. You were staring down the barrel of a gun, his heart started beating faster. ‘Do anything stupid.’ The man warned him, Eggsy nodded and bent down lowering the gun to the ground, he kicked it over and one of the men picked it up. ‘Move.’ The man demanded, waving the gun in the direction he wanted you to move. You started walking following another man, as you and Eggsy walked next to each other. Only now they realised they couldn’t hear Merlin’s voice, you both glanced at each other at the same time, silently communicating.

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‘What did I say?’ He asked, you were both breathing heavily but he was holding your neck tightly, the gun pressed into the side of your head. Eggsy stopped and hesitantly stood down as he watched the man, remove his hand from your neck, before running it down your cheek, you turned away from him. ‘You know, you would already have a bullet in your head if you weren’t so pretty.’ He said, grabbing your chin and making you look at him. You glared at him and bared your teeth at him, he only chuckled. ‘Feisty as well.’ He commented, Eggsy jaw clenched. ‘Just wait and see bitch.’ You snarled at him, Eggsy smirked a little but it was quickly dropped as a gun swung and hit the back of your head, knocking you to the floor, he tried his hardest to get to you but he couldn’t move due to the men that were holding his shoulders. The man looked between the pair of you, as Eggsy watched you sit up letting out a groan as you rotated your neck. ‘Ah,’ He said like a mad scientist, looking between the pair of you, ‘You have feelings for each other.’ He said, you and Eggsy looked at each other, before looking away from each other. ‘This will make it even better.’ He sneered before you were grabbed by the hair and dragged across the room, you clawed at the ground, trying to stop him but he didn’t until he flung your head back and it collided with the brick wall.

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‘You good?’ Eggsy asked, you rubbed the back of your neck as you looked at him. ‘I’m good.’ You said, as you started walking towards the jet. ‘Hey, are sure everything’s okay?’ He asked, you stopped and turned to him, you smiled and nodded. ‘Eggsy, I’m fine, just tired and have a killer headache.’ You told him, giving him a small smile, before you turned around and climbed the stairs, giving nod of thanks to Roxy, Harry and Merlin before disappearing into the secluded room.

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‘Are we going to talk about what happened at the mission?’ Eggsy asked as he held the door open for you, you had just finished the debrief with Harry and you just wanted to go have a shower and then read a book. ‘We said what we had to.’ You said, not giving him the reaction or answer that he wanted. ‘No, don’t pull that trick.’ He said, annoyed. ‘Eggsy.’ You warned him, as you looked at him, he shook his head as the door shut behind the pair of you. ‘Everything I said was true, wasn’t yours?’ He asked, you kept your hands at you side, Eggsy looked down at them and noticed you were rubbing your thumb and forefinger together, something you did when you were nervous. ‘It was true.’ You said, making his head snap back up to you, his eyes wide. ‘But we can’t do anything about.’ You said quickly afterwards, his brows furrowing as you walked away. He quickly caught up with you and pinned you against the wall, you stared at his eyes angry evident and he let out, stepping back and giving you space, knowing fine well what you were capable of. ‘Why?’ He asked, determined to get an answer. ‘Eggsy, they just used it against us. What happens when word get out that two agents are dating.’ You asked him, he dropped his head and clenched his jaw. ‘So what?’ he asked motioning with his hands. You racked your brain trying to find an answer before the first thing you learned when you joined popped into your head. ‘It’s one of the rules!’ You exclaimed. ‘When have you ever followed rules love?’ He asked you, you dropped your hands and let out a huff as you stared at each other, your chest rising and falling in sync as he tried to read your mind. ‘I follow the rules when it affects the person I –‘ You cut yourself off before you could do anything else to damage the friendship. ‘The person that, what?’ He asked, you something clicked in your head and you stood up taller, coping Eggsy stance. ‘That I love, okay? You happy?’ You said, he looked shocked and was about to say something when one of the large doors opened, you turned and looked at Roxy, who was standing there as Eggsy stayed focussed on you. ‘Merlin needs your help.’ She said, you nodded before stepping past Eggsy and heading your way to Merlin.