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captnbarnesrogers · 7 years ago

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A Kingsman and Statesman Affair

Pairing/Characters: Eggsy Unwin/“Galahad” x Reader/“Moonshine”, Merlin, Statesmen, OFC “Cheska Aragon”, OFC “Senator Ascott” Warnings: Beginning of smut but no explicit smut, blood, violence, angst, assumed character death, kidnapping Summary: When a Statesman and Kingsman work together, all seems to be a success but when a mission fails and a Statesman goes down, one Kingsman feels like he loses everything. Word Count: 2.4k+ A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST EGGSY FIC GO EASY ON ME AND GIVE ME FEEDBACK PLS!!! THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER THE GOLDEN CIRCLE BC I HAVENT SEEN IT AND I HAVE NO GODDAMN IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON I do kinda bc I read the wikia page

I’M MAKING AN EGGSY/TARON TAGLIST DIRECT MESSAGE ME TO BE ON IT <3

Eggsy entered the doors of the large building, if not made obvious enough by the horridly big sign outside, that was the Statesman building. He chuckled and wondered to himself if they could be any more discreet. He walked with the umbrella in one hand and was suddenly greeted by Agent Tequila who leads him up to the last floor. As the doors of the elevator opens, your eyes meet with Eggsy’s.

“Agent Moonshine.” Tequila greets you with a pat on you back which you return with a smile. You turn back to meet the smirking face of the British Kingsman,

“Agent Galahad, it’s nice to see you not on a computer screen.” He laughs at you and nods his head, you hand him a martini and he thanks you. Tequila and Champagne look at you both suspiciously,

“You two know each other?” Champagne asks,

“C’mon, Champagne, it’s not my first time on their side of town.”

“She’s a great Agent,” Eggsy begins, smirk still placed upon his face, “she’s very… Attentive, you could say.”

“Ain’t you just flattering, Galahad?”

“Is it really a form of flattery if it’s true, love?”

“Okay?... How many times did you go to his side of town?” Tequila asks with a scorned face, “Cause I’m real grossed out, I think y’all are talkin’ ‘bout doin’ the do.” You looked at Eggsy, only to catch him looking at you intently, gulping the rest of his martini,

“She came about five times.” Merlin spits out the gulp of whiskey he was about swallow as he let out the comment, “The shop, she came into the shop.” You bit your bottom lip, giving Eggsy a suggestive smile,

“Christ, Galahad!” Merlin exclaims, “You didn’t do it inside any of the fitting rooms, did you!?”

“Y/N?” He ate the garnished olive from the silver stick, giving you one of his winks that always got you in trouble – in the good sense of the word. You smiled but then cleared your throat and passing a file around the table.

Agent Champagne began to explain the mission at hand but you could tell Eggsy wasn’t listening. You felt his stare burning against your skin and he wasn’t even close enough to touch you. You tried to focus yourself but failed incredibly and only ended up biting your lip. Unlike Eggsy, you were in fact attentive, just as he said you were. You understand what you had to do and got up from your seat to get ready. Merlin elbows his fellow Kingsman,

“D’ya understand that, you moron?” Merlin asks with furrowed eyebrows,

“Understand, what?”

“Bloody idiot… If you’re gonna look at her like you’re gonna eat her and not do it discreetly, you might as well just grab her from across the table and eat her right in front of us!” Eggsy stands up from his seat and straightens out his suit,

“I like this girl enough to do just that but I think it goes against the whole ‘Manners Maketh Man’ thing, ya kno’?” He grabs his umbrella and runs after you, leaving Merlin to deal with Champagne and Tequila.

He sees you strutting through the office in your black pencil dress, your glasses covering your face, and a clipboard in your hands. He feels as though you couldn’t feel his presence but he knows better. He knows that you know his every move. Other than Harry, you are the only person who knows how he moves, speaks, and thinks. Like he had mentioned before, you were an attentive person and it was nothing less than true.

He had met you a few years beforehand, at a mutual mission, from each agency. It wasn’t their intentions for both of you to meet but as fate would have it, you did and or a few months you were seeing each other secretly. Of course, you lost excuses to go back to London and as did Eggsy to fly all the way to America. There were phone calls here and there, which you both liked. Before you knew it, you both knew this was something more than casual but both parties refused to admit so.

“Eggsy, I can feel you following me.” You chattered, laughing at him and waving your pen to the space beside you, suggesting for him to start walking beside you,

“And I thought I was bein’ casual.”

“Lately you’ve been sucking at that job.” You laughed. Suddenly, with one push, both of you are led into an unlit closet, “What are you doing?”

“This dress is drivin’ me mental.” He begins to attack your neck with kisses, making you moan and roll your eyes back, “Do you always dress like this?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“That is fuckin’ sick.” You giggle and grabbed him with desperation, leading him to your lips and kissing him roughly. As you jump on him and wrap your legs around his waist, the voice of Agent Ginger rang through the hidden speakers of the closet,

“You both best be getting dressed.” She says,

“Fuck!” You both shriek, making you jump off of him and straightening your dress and Eggsy unwrinkling his suit, “Uh… Thank you Ginger, we’ll see to it.”

“Ginger?” He looks at you puzzled,

“Agent Ginger Ale.”

“Right.”

You both exit the closet in an orderly fashion, no one even taking notice of your sudden appearance in the hallway. Your Kingsman looks around to spot for any wandering eyes and when he finds none, quickly slaps your ass, making you yelp a teasing laugh and playfully slapping his arm.

You put on a sheer white top, a white tube top underneath, and tucked it into black dress pants. You tapped your shoes together to reveal a hidden knife and clipped your inconspicuous knife hair pins into your hair. You attached a watch (similar, if not almost the same, to the Kingsman watch) on your wrist and grabbed your gadget wired bag from the hook before exiting the room.

Eggsy looked at you with an intense look as you came out of your ‘office’, his mouth agape and his airways almost blocked.

“Close your mouth, Galahad, you’ll catch flies.” Merlin addressed with a smirk on his face,

“Merlin’s right, you know?”

“How did you- Wait, you were far away.” Merlin asks in a surprised tone,

“Attentive.” Both you and Eggsy say, making Merlin nod in realisation. You lift Eggsy’s chin to close his mouth while staring into his marvelled eyes and walk over to Champagne to go over the plan once more.

“You… Are… Whipped, Galahad.”

“You can see why, can’t you, Merlin?” Merlin laughs and shakes his head in astonishment,

“C’mon, lad, you better listen in on the conversation so you know what the fuck you’re doing.”

Arriving at the secret hide out of your newly found villain, you introduced yourselves as Mr and Mrs. King to the female who awaited your arrival. You smiled at her and entered the glass building with your ‘husband’. You were led downstairs where rocks became walls and the true light of the sky had disappeared. Stopped at the glass doors downstairs, a woman with blonde hair came out in a lab jacket.

“Mr and Mrs. King!” She said with excitement, giving the both of you a firm hand shake. She pushed up her thick glasses that almost magnified her eyes and sneezed repeatedly, “My name is Cheska Aragon and your donations are deeply appreciated.” She sniffled, wiping her nose and giving you a wide smile, exposing her gold covered bicuspid tooth,

“Well, when my husband and I see hard see hard work, we love to appreciate it.” You say with a sweetly fake voice which is obviously isn’t heard to a normal person’s voice, especially if that person only wants money,

“Three million dollars as an investment is so much more than I expected!”

“We’ll make it official once we see your projects.” Eggsy laughed, grabbing the spare lab coat from her offering hands. You both slip on the lab coats and Cheska leads you into the brightly lit room where bodies and bodies of people laid on steel tables, connected to wires and tubes. You rarely became nauseous about anything, being a Statesman came with more blood than inside your own body, but the sight of the pale faced, cold lipped, lifeless bodies struck something in you. You jumped in surprise as you felt Eggsy’s hand rubbing your back.

She leads you both to the last table and holds her hands out, presenting to you both the creation she had made.

“With one click of a button, these people will serve to command me and you, if you choose to invest in me,” she begins, “I created them to kill people, you see, people who get in my way.”

“And you did that how?” Eggsy asks,

“Mr King,” she takes out two large needles from her pocket and smiles. One injection was filled with green liquid, the other with red, and the needle was thick and could probably cut through your hair, “I have spent ten years creating these and after all this time, as you can see, it has worked.” She turns around and opens an unseen door behind her, grabbing a man almost twice her size and setting him in front of her, “This is Connelly, he tried to commit homicide and failed because I caught him.” She laughed, evilly. His hands were tied behind his back and duct tape covered his mouth, he yelled at the both of you through his taped mouth, “This blue needle,” she stuck it in his arm, making you jump slightly, “initially it disintegrates the prefrontal cortex, it gets rid of his memories,” the man begins to shake, “it also triggers the emotion of anger in his amygdala and finally, this red needle, if need be, if they lose control of themselves,” she sticks it into his neck and presses down to secrete the liquid into his body, “kills them in just five minutes.” She smiles at you maliciously,

“I have one more question for you, Cheska.” Cheska nods at Eggsy, fiddling with her fingers, “You know, before we close this deal,” he chuckles, “are you keeping Senator Ascott in this building?” Cheska’s face falls as she slowly realises that you are not here to invest in her but to destroy her form of investment and as you see her emotions change on her face, you throw one of your hairclips at her, going straight through her hand and keeping her stuck on the door.

“Fuck you, you little bitch!” She hissed, “I will fucking kill you!”

“I love you, too, beautiful.” Sarcastically blowing a kiss at her. You take out your gun and begin to shoot at the Cheska-made ‘soldier’, wiping them out in under three minutes. Eggsy winks at you as you both take out the last two soldiers at the same time. You look over at the door where you flung your knife only to find a bloody stream and no Cheska, “Eggsy, she’s gone.” He looks around for her and as he turns around her sees her behind you with a red liquid-filled needle,

“NO!” He yells as Cheska injects you with the lethal needle. He shoots her in the head, her blood splattering all over the floor, and runs to you laying on the ground. He begins tapping your face and caressing your cheek, “C’mon, love, with me here.”

“I’m feeling…” You pant, “so sleepy.”

“You can’t- MERLIN!” He yelled through his earpiece, “Merlin, Merlin, I’m losin’ her, man!”

“Hey, y-you ain’t going soft on me, a-are you? I-I dug the whole sexy spy thing.” You said in a broken chuckle as Tequila and Merlin burst through the door, “I only have t-three minutes left, Galahad,” You caress his cheek and he grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips, tears landing on your soft skin, “I guess, you’re alright.”

“Galahad, we gotta take her in.” Eggsy nods and they quickly carry you into the car. As the engine starts, your eyes close and you lose your consciousness.

You inhale deeply and fail to recognise the scent of the room. As you open your eyes, you look down and see a cannula stuck in your arm. Across the room you see Eggsy, Ginger, and Merlin having a chat.

“I could go for some water.” You stated and suddenly, the room silenced. Heads turned to you and Eggsy came running beside you, taking your hand in his, “Hey.”

“You alright?”

“I’m thirsty.” He chuckles and grabs a cup and a jug of water, filling it up and handing it to you. You gulped it down and wiped your mouth, “Thank you, Eggsy.”

“Thank God, you’re okay! We thought we had to replace the Moonshine.” Ginger says,

“I ain’t goin’ away that quick… Well, almost.”

“She failed to complete the mixture of the poison from the flower she used, luckily, we found an antidote just in time, you were gone for thirty-one seconds, Moonshine.” Merlin explains,

“We’re off duty, you can call me Y/N, Merlin.”

“Alright,” He taps Ginger on the shoulder and leads her near the door, “it’s good to have you back, Y/N.” They both exit the room, leaving you and Eggsy alone in a quiet room, which in usual circumstances would lead to unspoken things but in this instance, led to a tear slipping out of his eye,

“Hey, Eggsy, what’s wrong?” You ask concerningly, caressing his cheek,

“You were gone for thirty seconds, thirty seconds, Y/N, and it felt like a life time- I- It felt like I lost a part of me.”

“I’m here now, I’m okay.”

“I know and I don’t think I’ve been happier but I have to tell you something.” He helps you sit up and you’re ready for him to end things with you. You understood why he would and you nodded as a gesture for him to continue, “Look, I know- I know we started this just for fun and I understand, I do, if you don’t feel the same way-”

“Eggsy, I understand but I can’t handle you leaving me right no-”

“Wait… what?” He straightens his posture,

“That’s what you’re doing isn’t it? You’re ending things?’’ He begins to chuckle and rests the bridge of his nose in between his thumb and pointer finger, “What?”

“I think that injection made you a bit dim.” He leans in and kisses you, “I’m try’na tell you I love you.”

“Oh… OH!” He nods as he stares into your eyes, “I love you too, Eggsy.”

“I don’t think have the power in me to leave you, ever.”

“Good, ‘cause I couldn’t handle it, ever.” You smile, pulling him for another kiss.

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