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elletromil · 6 years

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Magic Luck

For my dearest @insanereddragon ‘s birthday one of the most amazing woman on this earth and who I’ve had the pleasure of having in my life for the past couple of years. You’re the best darling and I cannot say enough how lucky I feel that we’ve found each other. I hope your day is just as awesome as you are and I cannot wait to see you tomorrow <3

This is a sequel to this fic that turned out to be far less smutty than I thought it would be... But hopefully you’ll still enjoy it (and now understand why I wasn’t calling on your offer to help me with said smut when I was complaining lately <3)

Magic Luck

“Are you still sulking?”

Eggsy sighed when Lancelot appeared right beside him, wishing not for the first time that he was powerful enough to somehow block the access to the Fae’s passages when he wanted to be left alone. At least Lancelot always gave him a moment to collect himself before coming to fetch him, even if it wasn’t necessarily as much time as Eggsy would have preferred.

“I am not sulking,” he mumbled and he barely resisted the temptation to shove the Fae when he sat down next to him with an amused snort.

“Yes, sure, and I’m Gazelle’s favourite person.”

It was Eggsy’s turn to snort because it wasn’t that Gazelle couldn’t stand Lancelot, simply that she could stand very few people and Lancelot was on top of the list of those she simply couldn’t. That they made such a great team every time they had to work together only seemed to infuriate her further.

“It’s just… It’s so stupid, it’s obviously a trap, I don’t see why you have to walk right in it!”

At his outburst, Lancelot’s expression became serious and Eggsy had to look away. It felt so wrong for the Fae to be anything but teasing and facetious. Which didn’t exactly help Eggsy’s glare. If the situation was that bad, he felt like he had to do his part too.

“Yes it is a trap, but with very real magic-users as bait. Harry made a promise that he would always go to our people’s aid no matter what and it is precisely what he is doing.”

“Why can’t I come with you all then?” His voice was whiny, but he didn’t care, not when the whole situation was stupid.

“Because the trap has two purposes: drawing you out before you’re ready and leaving this place defenseless. They know we’re too smart to let any of this happen but they are still trying because they are growing desperate. But desperate or not, they won’t be sending their strongest fighters tomorrow. We’ll be done with them before they can do any harm.”

Lancelot wasn’t explaining anything new, but it still stung that they didn’t considered Eggsy ready to fight besides them even after over nearly a year of training. It didn’t matter that Percival and Roxy would be staying behind with him too, he was just tired of seeing Harry go time and time again, without knowing if that would be the last time he would ever saw him.

“It feels like I won’t ever be ready in your eyes.” Thankfully, this time he sounded more like he was resigned and less like a petulant child. “Or at least, Merlin’s and Harry won’t ever go against him.”

Lancelot nodded, because that was no secret. Harry might have been their leader, but Merlin was his right hand for a reason. After decades of fighting side by side, nothing would ever make Harry doubt his judgement. Especially not when it concerned Eggsy’s safety.

“Merlin thinks you’re still immature and that you are too quick to anger.” Lancelot waited a bit to see what Eggsy had to say to that, but the Witch kept silent. That he didn’t raise to the bait was all Lancelot needed to know that for once, he was right and Merlin wasn’t. “As for I, I think Merlin is full of shit.”

That finally made Eggsy stop glaring in the distance and turn to look at him in surprise. A surprise that quickly turned to suspicion, to both his pride and amusement. It wasn’t that Eggsy was easy to trust, but it had taken him a bit to understand that sometime, even the people who loved him and had sworn to protect him could deceive or manipulate him, precisely because they cared for him.

“Don’t look at me like that, as much as I like Merlin, I am not blind to his shortcomings. He’s old and it’s been a while since he’s had an apprentice. No, if you were to ask me, I would say you are fully aware of your limitations, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to do more because you worry.”

Something in Eggsy seemed to relax suddenly and Lancelot simply wrapped an arm around his shoulders when the young man let himself sagged against him.

“I don’t know how you do it. You’ve been at it longer than I’ve been alive, but you still seem so carefree about everything.” He sounded younger than he was, but at least, his voice had lost any of its sulkiness and Lancelot pressed a light kiss against his hair in comfort.

“The key point here being, I seem to be. Masks are useful everywhere, not only when one is spying. But to be honest, even if I do worry, I never let myself linger on it. Everyone else is doing it plenty enough that I don’t need to do it too. I’d rather remind them why we’re fighting.”

“I- I don’t think I can do that,” Eggsy said after a moment of silent introspection and Lancelot nodded, not at all surprised.

“It’s harder than I make it look like. There’s a very fine line between carefree and careless. Between reminding someone what made them laugh or making them cry because it all seems so pointless.” He smiled, but his heart wasn’t into it. Eggsy must have sensed it, because he snaked his arm around his waist so that they were now properly side-hugging.

A wave of fondness for the boy warmed him when he realised that even if he hadn’t planned on it, opening up even that little had done him a world of good. “Yeah, I don’t think what I do is quite right for you. But that’s because you’re a listener Eggsy.”

The Witch made a confused sound, but he shook his head, knowing Eggsy would feel it with how the boy had his head tucked under his chin. He wasn’t surprised that Eggsy had no clue what he was talking about. He might not share Merlin’s assessment of the boy’s abilities, but Eggsy was still young. He was far from ignorant, but there was still an innocence to him, as yet unspoiled by the war raging around them.

“Not sure how listening will do Harry any good.”

Lancelot snorted rather inelegantly at the comment. Having a confident would actually do their fearless leader a lot of good. Of course, he had Merlin, but there was a world of difference between opening up to someone because they beat you until you did and opening up to someone because you wanted to. Because you trusted them with parts of yourself that was usually kept under lock and key.

“You’re a smart one Eggsy, you’ll figure it out.”

“Not before you all leave for that bloody trap, I won’t.” Eggsy was back to being frustrated, but it wasn’t like Lancelot could blame him. Their conversation had kind of come back full circle.

“Well, there’s something else you could do to help.”

“I swear Lancelot, if you tell me something like ‘stay safe’, I’ll hit you.”

“No, no, I would never,” he chuckled. Alright, maybe he would now, just to see if Eggsy would carry on his threat, but there really was something. “Share your luck.”

He let Eggsy push him away, calmly meeting his suspicious glare.

“What do you mean, ‘share my luck’?”

“Exactly that. The trick is offering up just enough so that it will be an advantage to the one you offer it to, without becoming a risk to you. Of course, for some individual, even the smallest amount would be dangerous, but trust me, you Eggsy, you have no shortage of luck.”

“That sounds like bullshit.”

“It’s not. Why do you think Percival agrees to let us leave without him, Merlin and I? It’s because he’s giving us an edge every time we go for battle.”

“Now I know you’re having me on. Percival has abysmal luck.” No one could deny that. It was mostly small things, but it was true nonetheless. If there was horseshit on the road? You could bet Percival would walk in it. He had just made himself a cuppa? Of course he would burn his tongue on it. A bird flying right above? There would be a drooping on Percival’s head now.

“When we have to go away. Is he anything but graceful when we’re around?”

Eggsy frowned, thinking it over. It was true the first time he had noticed Percival’s streak of bad luck, Merlin and Lancelot had left for some secret mission. And he had caught himself thinking once or twice that he never seemed as unlucky whenever he was in his lovers’ company. Or at least Merlin’s.

Because he could remember that time Harry had only taken Merin along and his Mum had banned both Percival and Lancelot from doing anything, especially together. Their luck had been so bad it had been simply ridiculous. And now that he was thinking about it, she had had a rather knowing look at the time and hadn’t seemed that angry about the ruined laundry to begin with.

“You’ve done it too!” Why he said it like an accusation, he didn’t know, but Lancelot only laugh at the finger that was pointed at his face.

“I have indeed. And I probably will again before this war is over. But it’s a sacrifice I am more than willing to make when I know I am staying in a relatively safe environment while Merlin heads into danger.”

“Why isn’t anyone already doing it for Harry then?”

“Because the ritual involved requires that its participants share a certain degree of intimacy that Harry doesn’t share with anyone that’s not already partaking in such a ritual.”

Eggsy tried very hard not to, but there was no helping the blush spreading over his cheeks over the possible meaning of what Lancelot had just said. Something Lancelot noticed at once and he rolled his eyes, which meant Eggsy was probably wrong.

“Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m not talking about sex, I’m talking emotional connection.” If anything, it made Eggsy blush harder. He wasn’t obvious to what was building between him and Harry, wasn’t blind to Harry not-so-subtle courting nor indifferent to the few kisses they had share in quiet corners, but he wasn’t used to talk about it, even in vague terms. Even his mother had only alluded to it once to let him know he could come talk to her anytime and he had felt mortified for the rest of the day.

But maybe it was time to finally acknowledge how he felt out loud. Kind of.

“So that ritual, what am I supposed to do?” Not an agreement to what Lancelot had implied, but not a denial either. As if anyone who had seen him and Harry together seriously needed either to come to the right conclusion on their own.

“It’s all about intent. You forfeit some of your future luck in his favor. Layer it on his skin like a suit of armor. How you do it is entirely up to you, but Percival and I are rather fond of skin-to-skin contact.”

This time, there was no mistaking the meaning behind Lancelot’s leer.

“You just said it wasn’t about sex!”

“And it’s not.” Lancelot raised both his hand in the air to placate him. “But there’s nothing to say you can’t have fun too. The important thing is to keep your focus and not forget a spot. Now whether or not you want to be naked during the proceedings is entirely up to you.”

But the thing was, now that Lancelot had planted the idea in his head, Eggsy knew he wouldn’t be able to think of anything else. Sure, Harry and him had only kissed a handful of times, but if nothing more had happened, it wasn’t because of a lack of desire, at least not on Eggsy’s end.

They were in the middle of a war. He considered himself lucky that he knew at all the feeling of Harry’s lips against his. But if he could have more? If Harry agreed to follow Eggsy’s lead on this one?

He was startled out of more daydreaming by the hand Lancelot offered him.

“Shall we? If we linger any longer, I fear there won’t be much time for any kind of ritual.”

If Lancelot was amused by his eagerness, at least he had the decency not to say anything. His knowing smile was more than aggravating enough.

It wasn’t unusual that Eggsy would come to Harry’s rooms after dinner, especially on the eve before he had to leave for battle. What was unusual, was for him to knock first instead of just barging in and dragging Harry out on a walk.

Of course, sometimes Harry begged off and they would instead spend their evening in the study, undisturbed by the house’s other inhabitants.

But tonight, neither scenario seemed acceptable to Eggsy.

Even without the knock, Harry would simply have had to take one look at the determination that was shining in his eyes to know it. And yet, Eggsy seemed to be patiently waiting at the doorstep, something expectant in his gaze. It took Harry longer than it should have to realise that what he was waiting for was an invitation to enter his room.

But then again, who could blame him? He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had been at his door with the intention to come in and stay. Hadn’t even realised that Eggsy might want more privacy than they had been enjoying together lately.

He stepped aside as soon as he had his little epiphany, motioning for Eggsy to enter before closing the door as soon as he had crossed the threshold.

Now, since they had made Michelle’s cottage into their unofficial base of operation -- and magically extended its interior so that anyone who needed one would have their own room -- they had worked tirelessly to ward it off against anything. Short of the Sabbath’s meeting places who had the added protection of repetition and tradition surrounding them, her home was probably the most secure of England.

But Harry was old and he had been fighting a war for longer than he cared to remember. If he was the leader of their resistance, it was because he had learned to cultivate a healthy paranoia.

Of course, he would have additional enchantments for his private room -- as well as Eggsy and Michelle’s too -- that triggered once the room was closed off from the rest of the house. For an intruder, it would have meant being crushed and hold uncomfortably in place by the tendrils of his magic he had left into the very stones of the walls.

For Eggsy, and anyone he had charmed the wards to recognize, it meant that the magic was settling lightly around him, covering him much like a blanket would.

Like always when they came into contact with each other’s magic, he watched as Eggsy seemed to lean into the invisible touch, a contented smile blooming on his lips. A smile that only widened when Harry took his hand and led him to the only piece of furniture in his room besides his wardrobe.

Merlin always sighed and tutted with disapproval whenever they stayed somewhere long enough to summon rooms for themselves, but it always seemed a waste to create more when he was never there to appreciate it.

And it wasn’t like he was depriving himself of all luxury. The clothes he kept were always of the finest make and the sheets on his sinfully large bed were both soft and warm.

For a moment, he contented himself with watching Eggsy slowly petting the bedding like he would a lazy cat, marvelling at the smoothness of the fabric. Contented himself with how both their magic, their very essence, were reaching out for each other, tangling up effortlessly.

It had terrified him at first, how easy his connection to the young man had been, how they seemed to complete each other so perfectly.

Now, it had become his personal incentive to work harder so that they could finally put an end to this war.

“What can I do for you my darling boy?” He asked after a while when Eggsy showed no sign of stopping his petting of the sheets.

As if he had forgotten he wasn’t truly alone, Eggsy gasped with something like surprise before turning to face him. There was a blush reddening his cheeks and he was biting his lower lip in unnecessary hesitation. Whatever he wanted, Harry would move the Earth itself just so he could give it to him.

“I- I want to share your bed tonight.” The vagueness was undeniably on purpose, Eggsy himself unsure of how far he wanted things to go between them, but Harry simply nodded with a smile. Even if they were to simply sleep, even if there was to be a polite distance between them, it would still feel like a blessing all on its own.

“I’d be honored.”

He cupped his cheek gently before bending to press a soft kiss at the corner of his lips. He didn’t let the contact linger between them however, his hand trailing down Eggsy’s neck, then his shoulder and his arm, until he could link their fingers together. With a gentle tug, he dragged Eggsy after him into the bed, letting go as soon as Eggsy had climbed on the mattress.

For a long time, there was only silence around them as they settled on their sides, facing each other in the darkness, but it didn’t feel heavy in any way. After all, while there was nothing wrong with words, sometimes, they were completely unnecessary.

Sometimes, a touch was all that was needed.

Magical or physical, for a Fae or a human practitioner, there had never been any real difference.

Did Eggsy’s magic brushed against his before his fingertip brushed against Harry’s cheek? He couldn’t say and honestly, he did not care. The only thing that mattered was that Eggsy knew just how much Harry welcomed any of his affection.

As one, they slid closer to one another until their lips could easily meet, the contact just as electric as ever. It was usually the moment where Eggsy grew impatient, opening his mouth to the assault of his tongue before Harry could even beg for entry.

But not tonight.

Tonight, Eggsy seemed content with lazy kisses and Harry, like with everything Eggsy wanted, let him do as he desired.

He barely noticed when he was pushed onto his back. Barely noticed when Eggsy all but climbed on top of him. Barely noticed the powerful thighs coming to straddle him over his hips.

By then, Harry had moved his lips to the virgin expanse of Eggsy’s throat and was delighting in the breathy moans he was eliciting. He wouldn’t have noticed how Eggsy had moved his hands to his shoulders, but then Eggsy pushed against him gently. Pushed away from him.

Thinking he had done anything to make him uncomfortable hurt more than any wound he had ever suffered. But Eggsy didn’t go very far and, if he was out of breath, he didn’t seem to be in any kind of emotional distress.

“Eggsy?” He still asked, because his darling boy clearly wanted something, but he would be damned if he knew what exactly.

“Shhh, just- Just… Let me, okay?”

He was about to ask him to elaborate on what when Eggsy leaned down again, but instead of finding his mouth, his lips brushed against his forehead. It felt lighter than a butterfly wing and Harry couldn’t suppress his shiver of pleasure.

He couldn’t remember a time when he was ever treated so delicately. He couldn’t say he hated it.

He had half a mind to reciprocate, to let his hands caress the length of Eggsy’s back, introduce him to new pleasures, but instead he lay where he was, utterly still, breathing all but forgotten.

Eggsy had asked him to let him and so, he would. If it meant submitting himself to a slow and sensual exploration of his own body by his beloved’s lips, well… There were very few sweeter fates, were there?

He gasped when one of Eggsy’s hand carded through his hair, fingers slightly pulling at his curls. It wasn’t enough to hurt per se, not really, but the sharp sting contrasted delightfully with the velvety caress of his lips on his skin.

He closed his eyes when Eggsy started kissing the arch of an eyebrow and gasped again when one kiss was dropped on an eyelid. This time, it was his hands that came to Eggsy’s shoulders, simultaneously pushing him away and gripping him tight.

“Eggsy.” It sounded more of a moan than an admonition and maybe Harry would have cared if only it hadn’t made Eggsy look so gorgeously proud of himself. “What are you doing darling boy?” Because this? This was more than a simple seduction. Eggsy’s magic wasn’t only charged with pleasure. It was charged with intent.

“What I can.” He looked so determined for an instant, so much so that Harry felt he could have persuaded even Merlin of anything if the Wizard had been in the room. But then, doubts started to cloud over his expression and he offered Harry a rather sheepish smile. “But only if you’ll let me. Only if you want me to.”

He could have laughed at the absurdity of such a statement, but he chose to surge up and claim his lips again instead. “Anything Eggsy,” he whispered as he kissed a path to the Witch’s ear, “you can do with my anything you please. Anything at all, as long as you are certain.” He gave his earlobe a gentle nimble before laying back down, giving him back the control of their encounter.

For a moment, they only stared at each other, Eggsy looking flushed and lost to a world of possibilities he didn’t know how to choose from. But before long, his resolve was back and he bent down to softly press a kiss above Harry’s other eye.

Now what he knew he was waiting for something more, it was easy to figure out what Eggsy was up to. And really, he didn’t know why he felt at all surprised. Eggsy had been talking an awfully long time with Lancelot that afternoon and the man had always been unable to resist meddling in affairs that did not concern him.

But with Eggsy’s lips and fingertips lovingly tracing over every inches of his uncovered skin, it was hard to summon even an ounce of anger.

And even if he had bothered with it, Eggsy’s very essence, the luck he was so selflessly sharing with him in the most pleasant of way… It would have diverted him from anything but the present moment.

What seemed like an eternity later, Eggsy’s path was blocked by the collar of his shirt and Harry chuckled at his angry groan and how he could tell that Eggsy was pouting against the hollow of his throat.

With great difficulty it seemed, Eggsy moved to the side, one hand trailing over the row of buttons that was keeping his shirt closed. “May I?”

Before he answered, he moved one of his hand to the hem of Eggsy’s tunic, an eyebrow raised in a silent question.

After a while, he moved his hand back to cup his hip, but Eggsy grabbed it before he could complete his movement. His cheeks redder than Harry had ever seen them, Eggsy lifted his tunic just enough so that he could bring Harry’s hand underneath, a moan escaping past his kiss-swollen lips when Harry pressed it warmly against his side.

“Too much?”

“No… Just- just try not to distract me.”

“I make no promises.” But he also didn’t move an inch, no matter how he craved the feeling of Eggsy’s smooth skin underneath his palms.

Eggsy took a shaky breath, his hands back on his shirt and he liked his lips with anticipation before asking again. “May I?”

“You may.” And because manners were everything and no one was above begging, not even him, he added in a breath, “please.”

Eggsy made quick work of the shirt after that, even with Harry being more of an hindrance with his reluctance to stop touching the warm skin of his hips and back even for a second. But then, his shirt was thrown on the floor with no ceremony and Harry let himself be devoured by gray eyes turned stormy blue with arousal.

He felt Eggsy’s magic settle against his skin before his palm came to rest on his chest, right above his heart.

One beat- two beats- three beats passed before Eggsy lowered his head again. But instead of his lips, it was his ear he replaced his hand with, marveling at the strong rhythm he could feel hammering away.

“It beats only for you now.” The words echoed in the dark room, an unbreakable oath. Harry was Fae after all. He could not tell an outright lie.

Eggsy turned his head so that he could whisper his own promise to Harry’s heart. “And so does mine.”

Then he went back to his ritual, driving Harry mad with the desire to return his touch a thousandfold, to show him what pleasures loving could bring forth.

But tonight, Eggsy was in control.

As for every night that would follow until he could take his rightful place at Harry’s side and lead their people to victory and peace at long last.

And so, Harry kept his own touch light and barely present, instead choosing to focus on committing to memory each second that was shared between them.

The devoted reverence that shone bright in Eggsy’s eyes as he brushed every old scar with a soothing touch.

The sweet mischief in his grin anytime he would return to tease mercilessly at a spot that had cause Harry to either moan or shiver or both.

The somewhat shy boldness of his touch when he finally reached the line of Harry’s trousers. Harry could have lost himself in the dark sea of his gaze and happily so. Would have bitten at his lower lip himself if only Eggsy wasn’t staying out of his reach.

Then, Eggsy pressed a hand against the growing bulge in his trousers with unexpected decisiveness. It shocked a cry out of his throat as he grabbed for Eggsy and dragged him back up for a passionate kiss, the Witch’s hand still trapped between them.

They broke apart only when their lungs started to burn with the lack of oxygen. “No?” Eggsy asked, bashful.

“Yes, my darling boy. Very much. But let me at least have you lips if you won’t let me have the rest of your body tonight.” He would still submit to his will if he refused the compromise, but he had to at least ask. Had to beg. “Please, Eggsy.”

And if he intertwined their magic together until they were indiscernible from one another, it was simply because his beloved had succeeded where none had before.

Gone was his fabled self-control, reduce to nothingness by the tentative caresses of a young man who had just started to learn how to love.

But he couldn’t feel bad, not when Eggsy offered him his lips readily, the sound of their twined moans of pleasure muffled into a kiss.

Then, all Harry could do next so as to not lose himself to a heady hurricane of passion, pleasure and love was to hold onto Eggsy.

And for a time, he let himself forget anything that wasn’t his beloved.

#hartwin #harry hart #eggsy unwin #kind of first time #kind of pwp #definitely fluff in there #mentionned merlin/lancelot/percival #lancelot #kingsman #magic #magic sex #fanfic #me #world building #magical au

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ven-archived · 6 years

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Sunday Six

Professor Hart’s desk isn’t particularly small, but right now it certainly feels like it takes up most of the space in the office, because of the mess. But when Eggsy steps closer to gather a some of the purple-inked scrolls into his arms, it suddenly feels even smaller. There’s a slim two-and-a-half feet separating him from Professor Hart, now, if that - and when Harry pushes back his chair to stand, he nearly looms into Eggsy’s space.

It’s like sticking his face in a Pensieve, how quickly the sense-memory washes over him: the firm warmth of Professor Hart’s broad shoulders underneath his palm, muscles flexing as he leads Eggsy in a slow dance; his breath rippling across Eggsy’s cheek; the subtle spice in the scent he always wears, magnified a hundredfold when Eggsy’s in the circle of his arms.

His nostrils flare, involuntary, as the smell washes over him again. Something prickles at the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, a sudden crackle like static electricity that has his every nerve standing at attention.

Eggsy forces his hands to move, willing his heart to quiet its sudden, frantic tempo in his chest.

#sunday six #my writing #hartwin #harry potter au #magic in your fingertips

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chris-anderson · 6 years

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magical!au

Eggsy!prince came to kill the dragon, and it turned out to be Harry Hart

#harry hart x eggsy unwin #hartwin #eggsy unwin #harry hart #colin firth #taron egerton #collage #magic au

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soldierwinters · 7 years

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Firtherton/Hartwin x Daddy Long Legs AU

Judy Abbott is an orphan who has been given the opportunity to study at the prestigious Lincoln Memorial High School by a mysterious benefactor whom he only knows as “John Smith”. He has only seen his shadow once, and because of his long legs, he calls him “Daddy Long Legs”. The only payment he is to give his benefactor is that he will write him letters every month, with no expectation of them being responded to.

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darcyfirth · 7 years

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31 + 40 for Hartwin? I’m in the mood for some angst! (Love, manners-maketh-eggsy 💜)

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you?” Eggsy read from the paper in his hand.

“Nope, try again. With more feelings this time,” said Harry, flicking open a file on his table.

Eggsy did as ordered, and Harry just sighed dramatically, which included a touch of disappointing look and a tired frown on his lips.

“Perhaps we should find other ways for you to approach the mark. Not everyone is good at luring targets in bed.”

Slumping on his chair, paper forgotten, Eggsy scowled, “I never stood a chance, did I?”

“It's not the way you deliver the line that's the problem, Eggsy. You have to make them believe what you're saying, and only by doing so can convince them that you're hopelessly in love with them.”

“Easy for you to say.” Eggsy huffed.

“Don't,” Harry warned. “The way I used to do it is I tried to imagine the person I was talking to was someone I actually loved. Helped a lot when you utilise your own emotions. And a lot of practice wouldn't hurt either.” He straightened his back, beckoned Eggsy closer, said, “Now. Try it one more time. Look at me and imagine I'm someone you adore, or have harboured affections for, and repeat the line.”

Eggsy gulped and leaned forward, hand on the table, his gaze shy and earnest.

His other hand carefully covered Harry's, the man didn't pull back.

“I can't bear kissing anyone else and pretending that they are you.”

A brief pause hung between them like a taut string. For almost ten seconds, nobody breathed.

Then, Harry smiled and clapped, removing his hand under Eggsy's to do so.

“That was perfect. Almost fooled me for a second there,” he said.

He quickly tidied his items on the table and stood up to pat Eggsy on the arm. “I think you're ready for it, Galahad.” And as if he was being chased, walked out of the room in long, swift strides before the heat on his cheeks would make itself known.

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#hartwin #kingsman fic #hartwin fic #i wrote three different stories for this at first #one was a really long hang the dj au from black mirror #which would just make it like 10k long so i stopped #the other was a weird magical realism au coupled with coma patient!harry #third was sth that shouldn't even be mentioned #honestly saw ur request for angst and noped immediately #i love reading angst :D but i guess you need to build it up to make it actually hurt?#idk idk #maybe if you imagine eggsy's really sad 'but i wasn't pretending' after harry fled the room it'll hurt???#*tara writes #*promptfills #mrsmusicaddict #replies #asks

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paxdracona · 7 years

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One of my contributions to the @kingsmansecretsanta :D For the lovely @galahadthelate, who had a whole list of amazing prompts which I sorta smushed together because choosing 1 was too hard ♥

AO3:

Harry and Eggsy, snapshots of two spies in love (244 words) by Paxdracona Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Kingsman (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Hart | Galahad/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Characters: Harry Hart | Galahad, Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Additional Tags: Digital Art, Magic AU, same age au, Videogames, Domestic, Fluff Summary:

Here be drawings! Featuring domestic Harry and Eggsy fighting together; digitally this time. Also: same-age Hartwin in a magic au ♥

#kingsman #hartwin #harryxeggsy #harryeggsy #harry x eggsy #kingsmansecretsanta #my art #artpost #same age!au #videogames #magic!au #kingsman fanart

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cinematicnomad · 4 years

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1, 7, 25 for the fanfic end of year ask :)

001. favorite fic you wrote this year i have a soft spot for take my hand (take my everything) which was the first fic i wrote this year! and kind of the first step back into writing creatively on something new that wasn’t the 7 year monster sterek fic. also my first foray into 9-1-1 fic and was just a lot of fun!

007. longest completed fic you wrote this year the longest fic i wrote was my second for the year! so show me (family) wound up being around 16k+ for 9-1-1 which kind of burst out of me over the course of one 48 hour window unlike take my hand which took a few weeks to crank out.

025. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read SO MANY FICS DUDE!!! i’m gonna rec a couple, some that i re-read this year and some that i discovered for the first time, all from a variety of fandoms. BUT heads up, you didn’t specify a fandom so it’s gonna be a little scattered. also someone else sent me this same question but specified 9-1-1, so i’m gonna reserve those recs for that ask. GET READY!!

and this, your living kiss by opal_bullets (7/7 | 84k+ | M) destiel; AU: college/university; john winchester’s A+ parenting; angst with a happy ending

only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet jack allen is just kansas mechanic dean winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.

until, that is, a string of coincidences leads dean to auditing a poetry course with one dr. castiel novak. the professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia’s foremost expert on the poetry of jack allen.

note: i discovered this fic back in the pre-pandemic times of feb 2020 and i’ve read this fic TWICE since, leaving a lengthy comment each time. the poetry in the fic itself is stunningly gorgeous and i have a habit of reading it out loud to myself while reading bc it begs to be heard. this fic is seriously beautiful and makes me want to read all the poet!dean au’s out there in the world. unfortunately there aren’t that many so i just keep coming back to this well. i don’t think i can express enough how much i love this fic.

lost time by ARCurren (105/105 | 350k+ | T) bransonxsybil; AU: canon divergent; outsider POVs; original characters; slow burn

the story of a free spirit who was asked to give up the man she loved for a system she didn’t believe in and what happened next. AU after 3.04.

note: did i think, when i stumbled across this fic years ago, that it would wind up being one of my all time favorites that i return to time and again to re-read? never. did i re-read it for like the dozenth time this year?? 110%. this fic is everything i want from fanfiction—it’s beautifully written, expands on canon, and shows me all the hidden moments the cameras never did (not to mention it’s historically accurate and delves deep into irish politics of the time). the first third or so of this fic is all about tom and sybil’s slow burn romance at downton, but the fic really bursts into its own when we follow the two to dublin and get introduced to all of the author’s deliciously detailed oc’s. heads up warning: this fic was never officially completed, though the final chapter is a beautifully written summary of the final arc of the fic. even so, it’s fucking worth it.

misfire by mothlights & unpossible (6/6 | 28k+ | T) sterek; time travel; angst with a happy ending; alive hale family; magic; alternating POV

“the debt must be repaid,” she says, and it has the weight of a vow. the words resonate through him, ringing through his ribcage and the bones of his jaw, and stiles loses his breath and maybe his grip on reality because she draws herself upright and where there had once stood a supermodel-level MILK now there is galadriel’s much hotter older sister, a presence of unmistakable power in their ordinary, smells-vaguely-of-thai-takeout hallway.

“oh shit,” stiles says.

note: this fic is the first in the misfire ‘verse and i need you to understand that it literally broke me when i binge read these fics a month or so ago. i am a sucker for a solid time travel fic especially bc there are such few good ones in fandom. but this gets at the heart of it all by exploring the idea of stiles getting the chance to save derek’s family and taking it...after he and derek are romantically together in his true timeline and then actually dealing with the ramifications of how that alters everything and how stiles survives in this new present where he and derek are virtual strangers. everyone should definitely read this, but you should also know that i fucking sobbed while reading the sequel (which also has a happy ending, but really digs deep into the nitty gritty angst of the repercussions).

map of the world by seperis (11/11 | 154k+ | M) destiel; end!verse; alternate universe; canon divergent; original characters; slow burn

the world’s already over and they’re already dead. all they’re doing now is marking time until the end.

note: look, if you don’t know about down to agincourt by @seperis, what are you doing with your life?? the series is over 1M+ words so far, the fic author is on book 4 out of a planned 8, and it’s fucking phenomenal. i know i’ve tagged a couple of these recs as slow burn but...this is the slowest slow burn to ever burn. canon!dean travels back into the end!verse timeline just as lucifer kills dean and somehow cas made it out alive and has to keep dean safe while he learns to become his end!verse counterpoint. the world building in this series is intense and i cannot recommend it enough. i’m still in the midst of my re-read bc it’s SUCH an endeavor but i highly recommend it to everybody.

invictus by ellanasan (116/116 | 355+ | M) hayffie; au: alive abernathy family; pre-hunger games; canon prostitution; slow burn

“so then, before i can even think about doing something stupid like trying to stab him with his fucking golden paperknife, he gives me a choice, see?” haymitch continued, almost detached. “either i play nice like all the other victors or he’ll kill my family. i could either become his puppet—greatest punishment he could give me, according to him—or i could become the example.”

AU in which haymitch’s family lives.

note: hello, have you ever wondered what the hunger games series would be like if haymitch’s family were alive? i fucking hadn’t until 2 years ago when i stumbled across this fic and fell head over heels in love with this ship. @ellanainthetardis is my go to hunger games fic writer for anything exploring canon and i’m obsessed with anything she writes about the OG victors pre-canon (finnick, joanna, chaff, etc). this fic is just 300k+ exploring that world and all the intricate details of how cruel the games could really be. HIGHLY recommend. i definitely re-read it this fall when i needed a pick me up.

don’t know what i’m supposed to do (haunted by the ghost of you) by crazyassmurdererwall (1/1 | 30k+ | T) sterek; canon divergent; angst with a happy ending; ghosts; stiles POV

stiles sees dead people. yep. seriously.

(he’s got this. he’s totally got this. so what if one of them is derek’s mom?)

note: did you know that @crazyassmurdererwall is one of my all time favorite people? and that she’s wicked talented? and that in our spare time she’ll send me a billion fic ideas that are amazing and i get to hear all the intricate details of her plot bunnies? but i digress. this fic is one of my all time fave sterek fics i’ve re-read it sooo many times. there’s just something about the heartache and stiles’ insecurity and the way he tries to shoulder it all on his own. and then there’s alli’s brilliant writing, the way she weaves through a scene and paints a picture just so and manages to tug at your heart strings with her precise word choice. there’s some amazing world building in this fic as it explores this other facet of the supernatural that canon teen wolf never touched upon, and i’m so grateful for that bc alli is the only one who should be allowed to write about ghosts and teen wolf together.

lagavulin and guinness by snarfle (10/10 | 163k+ | explicit) hartwin; slow burn; PTSD; suicidal thoughts; graphic depictions of violence; domestic abuse

plenty of people had looked down on eggsy throughout his life. he had gotten fairly used to it. didn’t mean it was fair, but he knew how these things worked. what really sucked was that the new arthur was worse than the old one.

“eggsy grimaced. he didn’t know how to explain to harry—who seemed like he hadn’t been discriminated against a day in his life—that the new arthur kept giving him what amounted to suicide missions, and that he was currently bleeding out in a warehouse because of the deliberately bad intel she had given him.”

also featuring: dean is harder to get rid of than eggsy thought, his mum is going off the deep end, there are way too many nefarious plots in play, and eggsy is really beginning to wish that harry would stop holding his hand and kiss him instead.

note: look, i know i recced this literally less than a week ago but i ALSO stayed up til 5AM re-reading this last night and it was a-m-a-z-i-n-g. i was on a bit of a kingsman kick earlier this year, so i’ve actually re-read this fic TWICE so far in 2020. i will give you a serious warning in that this fic delves deep into domestic abuse through the lens of a variety of different relationships. it also explores the potential for abuse in hartwin, bc this fic is one of the few that actually commits to the fact that they’re literal spies who murder people. actively. a lot. but seriously, this fic is one of my fave in the fandom and i STRONGLY recommend it.

waste of breath by bryrosea (1/1 | 22k+ | M) loganxveronica; canon compliant; missing scenes; navy; past child abuse

logan echolls, the nine years, and the navy.

note: bryrosea has an obscene number of amazing logan and veronica fics (her canon divergent series stay with me is another i re-read this year), but i’ve found myself returning to this fic a lot over the years. i’m a sucker for canon compliant fics that explore the missing scenes in between canon and this fic hits all the right buttons by diving deep into how logan echolls went from being a trash fire at hearst college at the end of s3 to being a decorated navy pilot by the movie. it explores logan seeking out therapy and making a life for himself that he can be proud of, all while pining after the girl who got away. and bc this author is amazing, she followed it up with a sequel from veronica’s point of view in the series done by only me.

the law of equivalent exchange by awed_frog (8/8 | 60k+ | M) destiel; POV castiel; pre-canon; post-canon; canon compliant; immortality; reincarnation

“and what’s the point of it?”

“of love? there isn’t one. loving is its own purpose.”

note: i mean??? i don’t really know what to say except that this is one of the truly most beautiful fics i have ever read. it follows castiel through time as he meets different reincarnations of sam and dean across history and falls ever more deeply in love. it is achingly tender and so ecstatically written that i die just thinking about it. and that summary? i mean. holy fuck break my heart why don’t you? i don’t know how i missed out on this fic for so long since it was published in 2015 but i only learned about it for the first time back in july and it was. life changing?? when the fic finally reaches the canon timeline and he meets THIS dean it’s peak yearning. 10/10 will read again.

ahead in the count by elisela (17/17 | 50k+ | E) sterek; AU: sports; pitcher!stiles; teacher!derek; long distance relationship; getting together

“yankee fan,” derek says, laughing when stiles makes a disgusted face. “the bronx bombers, stiles, you can’t be a new yorker and—”

“stop talking right now,” stiles sighs, shaking his head. “i can’t believe i still want to kiss you after that,” he says, pulling derek in by his coat. “this is making me rethink everything.”

“i’ll never watch them again,” derek promises, and stiles laughs against his mouth.

or: stiles is a starting pitcher for the NY mets when he meets and falls in love with derek. derek doesn’t know.

note: i read SO MANY of @elisela’s 911 fics this summer, which i loved, and then she got into teen wolf and started writing sterek and i just about died. this fic is amazing, one of my fave sterek AU’s that i’ve read in years. it’s just the right amount of drama and angst and fluff filled with all the joys of miscommunication and character relationships that makes reading sterek such a joy. reading this fic and finding out eli needed fic recs pushed me to dive back in to reading sterek fics for a bit this fall so i can say with the utmost authority that this is one of the best i’ve read in a long time.

i used to think one day we’d tell the story of us by notequitegucci (2/2 | 32k+ | M) gendrya; alternate universe—modern setting; outsider POV; friends to lovers; friends to lovers

9 times a stark encounters gendry + 1 time he meets the starks.

note: again, this is the first in a 2 part series titled love me like you do that explores arya and gendry’s dynamics together through the point of view of her family. game of thrones ended last year with a whimper but i keep returning to the gendrya tag on ao3 to seek out new, amazing content and also to re-read some old favorites. i can’t remember if i came across this for the first time last year or this one, but i’ve read it and re-read it more times than i can count since and i love it more than i can describe. i’m a total sucker for outsider POV fics and my biggest pet peeve in canon is the fact that none of the stark’s ever found out that arya and gendry had a history together. this modern au fic almost makes up for it by giving me a gendry encounter with every family member and then the big reveal. it’s peak content.

theeeeeeese recs got a little away from me. i wasn’t originally intending on adding lengthy notes to each entry but ... oh well!! these are all amazing so please enjoy.

fanfic end of the year asks

#lilolilyr #ask #if i knew an authors tumblr i tried to tag them in this #seriously my reclist got away from me for a bit #also if you're looking for 911 recs #like i said they will be in another ask where someone specified!!#fic rec #about kat writes

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SZPURKA'S FIC RECS 1 – HARTWIN EDITION

I’m starting my #CommentForChristmas bullshit with one of my oldest fandoms - the Kingsman fandom that I watched die after the second movie which I’m forever sad about because Kingsman: The Secret Service is my favourite movie. It was also the first fandom I was active in and the first fandom that made me realize fandoms can be a safe space and most of the people there were lovely and awesome and cool and because there Hartwin was the major ship there was little to no ship wars and hate on ships I could see in some of the major fandoms and I hated it and I hate it now, please we all like fanfics and fanarts and different ships, why must we fight all the time instead of encourage each other?

I hold the Hartwin ship and Kingsman fandom close to my heart and that’s why I started with this. They’re not all the fics from my bookmarks, because I honestly don’t remember some of them, because I read them so long ago, but there are some fics I hold close to my heart and after reading a lot of different fic and being in a lot of fandoms, I still love them deeply and I hope you can find something for yourself and made it read some of the stories I mention and give the authors some more love :D

The Spy who Loved Me (Or so they say) by ToriCeratops/54k/Explicit

In the wake of V-day the world’s economy hangs in a delicate balance, liable to crumble without warning. One man has the knowledge and the power necessary to send it tumbling down, so that only he remains on top.

The Kingsman have been tasked with stopping him before he can carry out his plan. In order to do so, Harry and Eggsy must act as lovers at an elite couple’s getaway to earn this man’s trust. Will they be able to carry out their mission as planned? Or will old wounds and buried emotions cause a havoc greater than anything they could have expected?

Lagavulin and Guinness by Snarfle/164k/ Explicit

Plenty of people had looked down on Eggsy throughout his life. He had gotten fairly used to it. Didn't mean it was fair, but he knew how these things worked. What really sucked was that the new Arthur was worse than the old one.

“Eggsy grimaced. He didn’t know how to explain to Harry – who seemed like he hadn’t been discriminated against a day in his life – that the new Arthur kept giving him what amounted to suicide missions, and that he was currently bleeding out in a warehouse because of the deliberately bad intel she had given him.”

Also featuring: Dean is harder to get rid of than Eggsy thought, his mum is going off the deep end, there are way too many nefarious plots in play, and Eggsy is really beginning to wish that Harry would stop holding his hand and kiss him instead.

The New Age by DivineProjectZero/3k/Teen

It starts with being cursed.

No, scratch that. It starts with a garden and a serpent. And no, it goes a little differently from what you’d think.

Welcome Home by AuthentiKait/4k/Mature

"Eggsy, I've come to take you home".

Warning: It's literally Eggsy dying of old age and then afterlife.

Inherent Violence (and again now, and now, and now) by laudatenium/11k/Explicit

He wants it, all of it. He wants to lock him away forever, keep his warmth and light secluded, reserved only for himself. He wants to posses Eggsy, to own him entirely.

But he can’t. He’s slaughtered men who do the same to others.

On occasion, he finds it funny how he is willing to excuse his own dark impulses, when he would destroy anyone who tried the same. But selective morality is a common feature of man’s.

The Beneficent Gentleman by mongoose_bite/35k/Mature

An act of heroism sees an unusual offer made to one Eggsy Unwin; if he can get accepted he can go to Oxford, all expenses paid. All he has to do in return is pass his classes, and keep his mysterious benefactor informed as to his educational progress via the old-fashioned medium of the handwritten letter.

An AU loosely based on Daddy Long-Legs.

My End and My Beginning by Cqueen/103k/Mature

Eggsy's mission is to go back in time, find his stupid target, and keep the barmy bastard from ruining his life and the world in general by turning the Kingsmen against him or harming Harry. And no one way he's failing Harry again this time, even if Harry is making it even harder on him then he'd expected.

And for the bloody record, Merlin, he really hadn't meant to pick Harry up at a bar neither. It just sort of happened.

Crap.

the mother of necessity by TheSilverQueen/22k/Teen

"How ironic is this?" Gazelle says softly to Eggsy. "I am Arthur’s sword, forged to protect humanity at all costs. You are Athur’s bane, born to destroy humanity at all costs. And yet here we are, fighting on opposite sides."

* * * * * *

An Arthurian reincarnation AU where Gazelle is Excalibur and decides that if two world wars aren't seen as a need great enough to summon her Once and Future King to save Britain, she's going to make a need great enough for Arthur to be reborn - through any means necessary. And so Excalibur draws herself from the stone and goes about doing exactly that.

magic in your fingertips by venvephe/103k/WIP/Explicit

Nearly all of them have left when Merlin ducks close to him, murmuring over the din of the remaining excited students, “Look; it’s your favorite Hufflepuff-Gryffindor do-gooders.”

Merlin says it with wry affection, and Harry glances over his shoulder to the stragglers still exiting the back of the train.

He spots Miss Morton right away, long blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail as always, robe pressed and immaculate - she’d grown taller over the summer, but is as graceful as ever as she hops the gap to the platform, joining her waiting friend. She rightens the sleeves of her robe and then smooths her hands across the young man’s shoulders, grinning as she tugs his robes into place, and he bats her hands away to fuss with the knot of his gold-and-black tie.

Harry’s eyebrows twitch together. “Is that-?” he starts, and pauses abruptly when the pair turns towards them and Harry fully sees the young man’s face.

It’s Eggsy Unwin.

Out of Left Field by VillaKulla/87k/Mature

“Now there was just one more thing,” Merlin said, addressing the sweaty, bedraggled, footballers clustered around him. “There’s been a change of ref.”

Eggsy and the rest of the UK Kingsmen looked at their coach expectantly and he raised his eyebrows.

"Harry Hart."

(Football/Soccer AU)

Eggsy Unwin Body Language Analysis by TurtleNovas/38k/Gen

A meta taking an in depth look at Eggsy's body language throughout the entire film (specifically in relation to the characters of Harry, Roxy, Merlin, JB, Arthur, Dean, Gazelle, and Valentine), using gifs I made as reference points. Very heavily saturated with Hartwin (which is why I tagged it in the Hartwin tag).

Through Time bycoloursflyaway/163k/Explicit

A chronic of Harry’s and Eggsy’s love, following them from their first meeting to the last time they set eyes on each other, through shots in the head and falling in love and finally getting their shit together.

GO GIVE YOUR FAVOURITE AUTHORS AND ARTISTS SOME LOVE THIS CHRISTMAS!!!

You don’t have to post your comments on tumblr like I did or tag me or anything. Just comment on fics you enjoyed on ao3. Or artists on tumblr or tweeter. Or do a fic recs like I did. Or private message someone. Artists and authors need words of encouragment like everyone else. And seeing as christmas can be a sad and preasuring time for some, please send them some love!

#CommentForChristmas #hartwin #kingsman #harry hart #eggsy unwin #fic recs #the magic in your fingertips comment #is from a different acount from my shameful past #pls dont go looking for it #no spoilers for the fanfics in my comments #i thinnk

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onesparrow · 6 years

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Prompt: “What do you mean my father was a literal wizard?” feels v Hartwin

And a month after I get this ask I finally found the time to finish writing this. More Hartwin magic!au

“How’d you get recruited to Kingsman?” Eggsy asks, taking the plate Harry is holding out to him, careful not to let any of the water drip onto the floor.

“Edward, who was Percival at the time, showed up at the tea shop I frequented on my days off and told me my father was a literal wizard,” Harry responds easily, holding the glass he’s washing up to the light to make sure its clean. “And if I wanted to fight the darkness in the world.”

Eggsy stops drying the plate to look at Harry in disbelief. He gets momentarily sidetracked by how terribly domestic Harry looks, with his shirtsleeves carefully rolled up and frowning at a wine glass like it holds the secrets of the universe. “He just strolled in and led with ‘so your father’s a wizard, want to join a secret society’? How does one even respond to that?”

“Edward didn’t believe in beating around the bush,” Harry says, deeming the glass as clean and placing it upside down next to the sink. “And I laughed at him, asked him what he meant by that.”

“Wait- you didn’t know your father was a wizard?” Eggsy asks, frowning down at a smudge on the plate he’s drying as he tries to rub it off. “I thought you’d been using magic since you were a kid.”

“Oh no, I’d been doing bits of magic for over a decade at that point. But my father was no wizard; if he had been, I certainly would have known. He was profoundly lazy, and if he could have summoned a decanter from across the room instead of having to ring for a servant to bring it to him he would have. He was a painfully average man, with money instead of any kind of remarkable talent,” he sinks his hands back into the dishwater. “Which is exactly what I told Edward, much to his confusion.”

“Because magic usually runs in families,” Eggsy adds, and Harry hums his assent.

“It certainly stumped him for a moment, and after a few moments I put him out of his misery and told him that while my father certainly wasn’t a wizard, my mother was.”

Eggsy stops what he’s doing, baffled. “Your mum was a wizard?”

“And still is,” Harry adds, like they haven’t known each other for two years without Harry mentioning that he has family. “We see each other every Christmas.”

Eggsy turns around to lean against the counter, ignoring the wine glasses that are waiting to be dried next to him and throwing the dish towel over his shoulder.

“Your mum’s a wizard, and Kingsman couldn’t figure that out?”

Harry casts a glance at the wine glasses, but doesn’t mention them. “They had records of most magical bloodlines, and while it’s true that my father came from a fairly strong one, he proved his mediocrity by not inheriting any of it. Even if he had had any, I think he was ever have found the motivation to use it,” Harry’s tone lightens minutely as he continues. “My mother wasn’t particularly powerful, and was entirely self taught, much like you.”

Eggsy watches Harry for a moment longer before he pulls the towel off his shoulder and turns back to the drying glasses.

“Oh?” Eggsy prompts. “What does she do?”

“Grows orchids, for the most part,” he says, pulling the plug on the drain and wiping his hands on a towel. “With a few greenhouses full of magical plant species that she sells to Kingsman whenever they have need of them.”

Thinking of Harry’s talent for earth magic, Eggsy nods. But when he looks around Harry’s house, he realises that there isn’t a single plant in the place.

“Did you not get her green thumb then?” he asks, making a sweeping gesture at the kitchen.

“Not quite. Mother gave me an orchid a few years after I joined Kingsman, but I had to give it back after it tried to eat Mr. Pickle,” Harry says casually, leaning against the counter.

“…are orchids usually carnivorous?”

“Mother said I hadn’t been watering it enough and it was a plea for attention.”

“It’s an orchid,” Eggsy says, “How much attention does it need?”

Harry laughs. “That’s exactly what I told her, and that was the last time she tried to gift me anything living. She just gives me one every few years to pass onto Merlin, who seems to have no problem keeping them alive and happy.”

“I’m surprised he makes it out of Avalon enough to water them,” Eggsy grumbles as he dries the final glass, carefully placing it back onto the shelf.

“Knowing your plants will start eating your books if you don’t check on them regularly is surprisingly good motivation.”

“Speaking of motivation,” Eggsy says, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck as Harry’s hands settle automatically on his hips. “You promised you’d watch Great British Bakeoff with me after we tidied up. Kitchen looks awful tidy to me.”

“Hmm, I suppose it does,” Harry agrees, his bored tone in direct contrast with the fond smile he’s giving Eggsy.

“Great! I heard its bread week,” Eggsy enthuses, giving Harry a quick kiss before dragging him towards the living room.

#hartwin #hartwin fic #harry hart #eggsy unwin #kingsman #magic!au #ive been watching a ton of gbbo so i had to throw that in #anon #sparrow speaks #hartwin magic au #my writing #mine #my fic

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nerdyydragon · 8 years

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Eggsy and Harry had always been different, from the moment they were born. Harry was a quiet child, preferring to sit in and read where Eggsy would go out and get himself into all sorts of trouble. These traits - Eggsy’s rambunctiousness and Harry’s love of rules - were their most defining features, and stayed with them even as the early mists of adolescence passed and their talents bloomed. Their paths had never crossed, not once, in nearly twenty years.

But they were meant to. They were, after all, two sides of the same coin.

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Harry sat back on his haunches, wiping the sweat away from his eyes with the back of a gloved hand, surveying his work. The garden he was planting was nearly finished, each set of seeds in neat corners divided by little hand-painted signs and decorative multi-colored stones, each and every plot a labour he did with pride. He could feel the earth thrumming beneath his hands as he worked, returning to life after a long winter of lying dormant. It was his favourite time of year, the spring. Everything was bright and new, and the works of magic were everywhere, in every leaf unfolding from a branch, every new life, every dewdrop.

Standing, Harry brushed the last bits of dirt off of his trousers and sighed, wishing the sun would be just a little bit warmer (no matter how hard he tried, no amount of trying could get the bitter chill of English springtime to be any warmer than it chose to be - at this point, it was more of a feeble hope that the weather wouldn’t continue to spite him).

Harry’s peace was shattered with the sound of distant shouting - shouting that was, indeed, becoming closer, as a young man who appeared to be about his own age came sprinting up the lane turning up dust behind him, dove past him over the garden hedge, and tucked himself and his little dog out of sight from the rose under Harry’s rose bush, narrowly missing a patch of irises, and also Harry’s face. Looking up into Harry’s shocked face was the dirtiest man Harry had seen in a rather long while, his blue-green eyes sparkling with undisguised glee. He put a finger on his lips, still smiling.

“Shh,” he whispered, pointing back towards the lane. “Don’t tell them I’m here.”

Scrunching his brow, Harry looked back up the dirt road his unexpected visitor had just arrived from. Sure enough, there, searching with equal fervor as his guest had portrayed, was a group of strange-looking men. They looked angry.

“What did you do?” Harry hissed, trying to be nonchalant about the upcoming arrivals, and hoping he hadn’t been spotted as he turned back to gardening.

“Nuffin’, it’s a - hush, JB, why you gotta breathe so loud? Silly boy - it’s a long story, yeah? Complicated. I’ll explain, promise. But for now, I’m not here, yeah?” Confused, Harry continued absently searching for non-existent weeds as he could hear the group approach.

“Oi, you!” Exhaling before turning to greet the man who Harry could feel sidle up to his gate, Harry put a pleasant smile on his face. It felt forced. The man speaking was tall and ill-kempt, but not unlike Harry had expected him to be, what with the recent rain and the running he had just been doing. He took several deep breaths before speaking again. “You didn’t see anyone run through here, did ya?” Harry shook his head.

“No, but if I did, I’ll be sure to let you gentlemen know. If you don’t mind my saying, whatever he did, he must have pricked you all terribly.” Several of the men nodded dumbly.

“Yeah, well, if he did or didn’t it ain’t really none of yer business, yeah?” Harry nodded, his smile slipping a fraction.

“You all best be on your way then, if you have any hope of catching him.”

Harry followed them with his gaze as they continued down the dirt lane until they were out of sight, turning the corner and vanishing behind a clump of trees already beginning to turn green again. He sighed, and to his right could hear the other man - whose name he still didn’t know - pull himself out from under the vegetation, breathing laboured but grinning like a maniac.

“Thanks, guv, you have no idea how gr-”

“Inside. Now.” Harry’s tone brokered no room for argument as he pointed to the back door of his house. The other man’s eyebrows rose, colouring slightly.

“You sure you want that, mate? I mean, I’m sorta,” he ran his free hand down the length of his body. “Covered in dirt.”

“I’ll manage. Inside.” Harry watched as the man turned and did as he was told, only moving to follow when his guest turned to look at him as he opened the kitchen door, catching Harry staring blatantly at him and grinning like a cheshire cat, winking before going inside. Harry sighed.

Following him into the kitchen, Harry leaned against the counter as his guest moved about, running water in the sink and scrubbing all the way up past his elbows, nearly splashing the cuffs of the black tee he was wearing. Still watching the man at the sink, Harry grabbed a biscuit from the jar and tossed it to the little dog sitting patiently at his master’s feet.

“I’m Eggsy, by the way. Thanks for not letting on that I was hiding under your bush. Sorry about that, by the way.” Harry shook his head.

“I’m Harry, and it’s fine, I assure you. But whatever did you do to warrant sprinting up the road like a madman?” The man - Eggsy, Harry corrected - chuckled.

“That’s the thing. They’re all in close with my step-dad, and they don’t like me none.” Eggsy turned and leaned against the counter, drying his arms off with a towel. “Always looking for ways to cause a fuss, ‘cause they know he won’t give them flack, and my mum won’t do nothin’ either.” Harry could feel his brow furrow. “It ain’t nothin’ to worry about, Harry, honest.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing, Eggsy.” His voice was quiet, wondering what he could do for someone he didn’t even know. “You know, you could always -”

“I know what you’re gonna say, mate. It ain’t gonna work.”

“And what did you think I was going to say?” Eggsy shrugged, reaching down to pick up JB, who was now huffing more dramatically at him.

“That I should go to the authorities about it.”

“Actually, I was going to say that my back door is always open if you need it. Or my hedge, should it be necessary.” Eggsy grinned, stepping into his space, wrapping one hand around the back of Harry’s neck and reeling him in for a firm kiss, before pulling back and brushing past him. Harry stared numbly after him, watching the door slide shut. When he looked back at the counter, there was an ornate vase full of pink and blue hyacinth flowers and apple blossoms which definitely hadn’t been there before. Picking up a note that was stuck between the petals, Harry unfolded it, reading the spidery hand.

‘I don’t normally go around kissing strangers, honest. Only the pretty ones. I’m three houses down, if you’re wondering.

x Eggsy’

Harry let the note fall to the counter, looking out the window above the sink where he could see the lane curving towards wherever Eggsy had disappeared off to.

#hartwin #same age hartwin #kingsman #sort of magic au #different first meetings #ficlet

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elle’s self rec list

So I did one of those about two years ago and I decided why not do another one! Some fics from the old one will probably be repeated here, but who cares, it’s my list, I get to make the rules :D

There's Something About Us - T, Hartwin, Merlin/Roxy, Percilot, AU, Words: 49,369

Roxy had her eyes closed, twirling her drum sticks expertly but unnecessarily between beats, unbothered by the strands of brown hair that had gotten loose from her ponytail. Merlin had shuffled closer to her drumset, as he often did, his feet keeping her rhythm, eyes closed as if in concentration. Percival was half hunched over his keyboard, looking at the crowd without seeing it, his voice having taken that far-away edge that only added to the ethereal of their song.

Without shame, he started swaying to their music, letting it wash over everything else so that only their harmony stayed.

In which Eggsy, Roxy, Merlin and Percival are a famous alien music band, Harry is a hero of the Galactic Patrol and Valentine and Gazelle are evil humans.

This one is my longest fic to date and quite frankly, I am insanely proud of it. It’s heavily based on the Interstella 5555 movie Daft Punk did for their Discovery album, but you don’t need to be familiar with it to read this. It took me four years to finish this and probably closer to five years to write it all since I started writing a while before I started posted it. But oh man, am I proud of this story.

Of Flowers, Thunderstorm and Tranquility - M, Hartwin, AU, Words: 9,702

The fresh snow crinkles satisfyingly under his feet as Harry slowly makes his rounds of his part of the Forest. He is seconds away from humming when a whimpering sound from a bush nearby gives him pause.

Harry carefully makes his way towards the sound, on his guard. He gasps in surprise when he parts the foliage. He doesn’t know what he expected, but one thing is certain, it wasn’t the unconscious Summer Child curled up around himself.

This one is quite probably the one I will forever think as my masterpiece. The idea pounced on me and wouldn’t let me go until I had written it all. It is also on of the very few stories I ever wrote that goes higher than a T rating.

of flowers and fireflies - cowritten by @insanereddragon - M, Merwin, AU, Words: 43,882

“You're trying to tell me that you're my dog?”

“Well, yes. Though I’d rather you say familiar if you don’t mind.”

“That’s… That’s impossible. The spell didn’t work.”

Eggsy is a familiar. For many human lifetimes, familiars live waiting for a call from one of the populations magic users. During their time of waiting, they seek out magical sanctuaries for their kind. Eggsy and Lee are on their way to one such place when tragedy strikes, and only Eggsy makes it to his new home at the Hart estate sanctuary.

Merlin is a magic user. After the death of his family, Merlin is taken in by the Hart family on their estate. It’s there, growing up beside Harry, that he first learns of his magical abilities and struggles with growing up without the support of a magical family.

Even though their paths cross while growing up on the estate, it isn’t until many years later when Merlin performs a summoning for a familiar that they connect. A friendship grows to something more while the two learn to navigate their newly formed bond.

So there are two reasons why I absolutely love this story/verse. The first one is that I got to write it with Red. Back then when we decided that ‘hey, we only need 10k for a mini bang, let’s do this, 5k each will be a walk in the park’ we were just starting our friendship. Fastforward a few years later and I can’t envision my life with Red in it. Also we were very dumb and both have no chill because the easy 10k mini-bang we thought this story would be ended up being a 43k proper big bang

Only love can hurt like this - T, Eggsy/Tilde, Hartwin, Eggsy/Harry/Tilde, Words: 8,001

He’s not stupid, his life isn’t a fairy tale, he’s not going to marry the princess now that he’s saved the world. Heck, if his life was a fairy tale, he would rather be the princess marrying the Knight.

Harry is dead, Eggsy has picked up his mantle as a spy and Tilde doing her job as a princess and helping to lead her country in the trying times after V-Day. But even busy as they are, Tilde and Eggsy both kept in contact and what develops between them is more than simple friendship.

All in all, life isn't that bad.

Except Harry isn't as dead as they all thought he was.

I started writing this before the sequel was out and my only regret is that the movie treated Tilde’s character do terribly. There are so many different ways they could have handled it so that Tilde would still end up being Eggsy’s motivation for really wanting the antidote and well... They really didn’t go that way, did they? Anyone, concerning Tilde, I am mostly in fanon-land where it concerns her or whatever @solrosan comes up with because Rosa is an amazing writer and one of the very few I will accept angst from. But I digress. Consider this as a fix-it that instead of ignoring Tilde completely, goes the route I prefer when I see love triangle and transforms the situation into a healthy triad. Because I can.

I Get a Little Bit… - G, Merlahad, Ghenghis Khan video AU, Words: 6,062

Merlin is putting his two children to bed when his phone starts ringing with a too familiar alert. He curses under his breath, thankful that Roxy is already fast asleep and won’t reprimand him on his language.

Or the Genghis Khan Merlahad au everyone wanted but nobody was writing.

The summary is pretty self-explanatory here I think.

Nous n’avons rien à faire, rien que d’être heureux - T, Merlahad, Merhartwin, AU, Words: 5,982

“Harry, Merlin, I present you the first gift of my courtship. It is my intent, if you accept, to show you that I can not only provide for you a home and protection, but cherish you.”

Harry and Merlin have been in a relationship for decades. Many a siren have proposed them over the years, but Eggsy is the first one they're willing to give a chance.

And Eggsy isn't about to let it go to waste.

So I was insanely lucky during the last reverse-bang and managed to lay claim on a couple of @paxdracona artwork (I love Pax and all of her art too, it’s so inspiring and wonderful and gorgeous and yeah, go stare at it you won’t regret it). This story is what I came up with for it and I must say I am quite proud of it. Who doesn’t love a good courting fic after all?

Don’t be scared of what you don’t already know - G, Hartwin, AU, Words: 14,601

“I wouldn’t mind the company for one more day.” Harry smiles sheepishly and Eggsy spies a glimmer of something raw in his warm brown eye.

It’s all he needed to be convinced. It’s not really selfish if he suspects Harry is just lonely as he is, right?

“Okay, yeah. I can totally wait another day.”

After he's been chased out of his commune by his dick stepfather, a surprisingly kind dragon invites Eggsy to stay at his place for the night. Or well, it's supposed to be just for one night, but Harry doesn't seem to mind when Eggsy's stay keeps getting longer and longer.

That’s one of the other reverse-bang I wrote and the other artwork I got to claim from @paxdracona which made me insanely happy at the time because well, I had already written a few ficlets about her dragon!Harry and magpie!Eggsy and I really wanted to write a longer one.

Room for Three (Not Only You and Me) - G, Merhartwin, Words: 6,797

The first time it happens Merlin honestly doesn’t know.

Though, in Merlin’s defense there is nothing indicating that this is any different than usual.

Wherein Merlin date-crashes Harry and Eggsy’s dates without realising it at first. Except, when Merlin tries to give them some space, they don’t seem to be happy about it.

Writing oblivious characters is always fun especially when you wouldn’t expect this character to be so clueless most of the time. Also, well this is the fic that made me meet Red so of course Imma forever recs this.

Stay - T, Hartwin, Words: 2,765

They nearly walk by without seeing the other, the only reason they do in the end is because Eggsy has to suddenly sidestep a wandering child and would have tripped on his own feet if it wasn’t for the hand shooting out and righting him at the last moment.

He turns around to thank the stranger only to realise that a stranger the man is not, even if he’s barely recognizable from the last memory he has of him.

After Poppygeddon, Eggsy stayed a Kingsman agent but Harry decided it was time for him to retire. Which also meant going halfway across the world and cutting all ties with his previous life. They never thought they would meet again.

Of course they do.

I wrote this as a gift to @honey-bee-britt and while the series is still not completed, it can still be read as a stand-alone. I am so proud of this one fic too. It’s some of my best work I think.

If I only could make a deal with God - T, Hartwin, Words: 5,089

He's not even sure he wants to be a part of Kingsman anymore. The Knights might accept him now that he's saved the world from Valentine's madness, but there's only one position to fill. And he doesn't know how to feel about taking up Galahad’s mantle. Not sure how he feels about replacing Harry.

The night after Harry has been killed by Valentine and Eggsy has saved the world from the madman, a familiar fox appears to him and leads him to the Underworld.

If luck is on his side, Eggsy might just sway the God of Death into returning Harry's soul to the living.

Who wants a Hartwin retelling of the Orpheus and Eurydice legend? Because this is what it is. Because this is me and of course I will write as many mythology au or fics with mythology references that I possibly can.

#hartwin #merhartwin #percilot #hartwinde #tilwin #roxy/merlin #kingsman #harry hart #eggsy unwin #roxy morton #merlin #percival #lancelot #tilde #long post #self recs

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