#place your bets now for how many chapters it takes for eggsy to break the no matchmaking rule

[shot-through-the-hart]

Are Pine Needles a Flower? Chapter Two

Chapter Summary: Unofficially official wedding planners, an arguably nonexistent package deal, and rules that were made to be broken.

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Roxy Morton had been furiously scouring the internet for about two hours straight, now.

The recent events that had occurred were stellar, spectacular, amazing, fabulous, and about fifty other words that meant the exact same thing. Ah, that sounded almost sarcastic. It wasn’t meant sarcastically, truly, it was wonderful that James had finally proposed to Cecil… but the date they were planning it for was eight months from now, and Roxy had quickly taken up the role as an unofficially official wedding planner.

One of the websites she’d found had a convenient checklist for what she’d need to do to plan the wedding and when it should all happen. She did have to modify it slightly, since the website assumed that James and Cecil were a heterosexual couple who were significantly less extra and had a longer engagement length of sixteen months, but it still worked as a base plan.

Roxy sighed and pressed her eyes shut. She’d probably passed the point of no return a while back, and continuing would do nothing for her, but still she argued with the side of herself that wanted to take a break for a bit. Pausing would only waste time, she only had a few months! Opening up her Skype tab, she decided to go with something that could technically count as both.

Eggsy picked up on the second ring, as usual. “Hey Rox,” he said, as the video buffered.

Roxy took a sip of her glass of water. After a long pause and a deep breath, she said, “Eggsy, help me. James proposed to Cecil – fucking finally – and now I’m stuck as their wedding planner, and I have been researching for too long to be helpful at all.”

“And… You want me to help how? Can’t save ya from your own determination.” A half-joking smile played with Eggsy’s lip as he said it.

“You’ve done the photography for weddings before, right? I’ve been searching for photographers and I can’t find anyone local,” Roxy said.

“I have done, yeah. This your way of askin’ your best mate to do you a solid and be the photographer for a wedding you’re planning? ‘Cause it ain’t exactly a good idea, Rox, I ain’t a professional by any means here.”

“Please, Eggsy.” It came out closer to begging than Roxy meant it, with the desperation in her voice punctuating the end of the sentence as an afterthought.

“I mean, if you’re sure, I’ll do it, but I can’t recommend it in good conscience. You’ll end up with the least competent photographer.” Eggsy smirked, clearly finding his self-deprecation to be the height of humor.

“Thank you! I owe you one, that’s going to make the search so much easier! Now I need to think about a caterer, a florist, figure out the music-”

“Hey, calm down with the planning. You got time, Roxy. You’re gonna burn yourself out.” Eggsy advised, as Roxy took a deep breath to calm her mind currently racing with the tasks still needing undertaking in the to-do list. After an idle pause, Eggsy appeared to realize something, and continued with, “Wait, wait, you said you still need a florist?”

Roxy nodded, raising an eyebrow as a way of signaling Eggsy to continue with whatever train of thought he was following at the moment.

“Check out Blue Moon Blooms, the flower shop across the street from my studio. Run by this bloke called Merlin, he’s this bald angry Scottish guy who does some damn good flower arrangements. I do the photos for his social media, I’d know. I think that he and I are a bit of a package deal, like if you got me for the wedding, you gotta hire him too.”

“Are you actually a package deal, or are you just exaggerating?” She heavily suspected it was the latter, but she offered Eggsy the benefit of the doubt.

“We are!” Eggsy said, mock-offended by her having to ask. She chuckled a bit.

“You so are not,” Roxy said through a grin as Eggsy feigned an even more offended look. She cut through the banter and continued slightly more seriously with, “I will check the place out, though, in case you’re on to something.”

She picked up her glass of water, making a mental note… until she remembered something and put the glass down. “Hold on a minute, did you say his name was Merlin? You know a man named Merlin? It isn’t a moniker or anything?”

“I- I ain’t sure actually,” Eggsy said, more than a little confused at the situation. “I’m pretty sure it is, but I’m too intimidated to ask him 'bout it.”

Roxy would take that as an answer. “Alright then,” she said. After a second, one of the actual reasons she’d called Eggsy popped into her head, so she changed the topic.

“I wanted to say, by the way, your no-matchmaking rule is absolutely still in effect.” He opened his mouth, maybe in protest, or maybe to ask why she still thought he was such a meddler, but she cut him off before he could say anything. “No, Eggsy, I know you. I know you’re gonna find some excuse to match up one of James’s party with some friend of yours, but it never ends well!”

“Name one time it didn’t end well,” Eggsy said, scoffing.

“Charlie was so much of a prick that he was practically a porcupine, and Amelia was a fucking lesbian, Eggsy! You’re not good at meddling, the rule is not going away,” Roxy countered, deadpan expression on her face.

Eggsy’s face flushed at the mention of it, embarrassed. “In my defense, Rox, I didn’t know that! Besides, some of your rules are meant to be broken.”

“No matchmaking, Eggsy. I know this wedding is going to make you want to, but no.”

[derailedfiction]

Forget it. You fucking suck.

Chapter 8 of Tales of One Hundred and Fifty Challenges

Fandom: Kingsman  Character: Harry Hart aka. Galahad Relationship: Harry Hart/Reader 

Warnings: None / Words: 1055 

Oh no, he took off his glasses. Jesus that's gonna end badly for me... And my heart, your thoughts more concentrated on Harry's face than the fact that in few short movements he beaten up your ass. 

"Y/N? What's wrong with you? Yesterday, we were practising this..." of course you were but being concentrated on something entirely different was huge problem for your perception and quick reaction. 

"I know... I'm sorry, I must have been distracted," you got up slowly.

"Distraction will kill you, Y/N. You cannot allow anything to distract you. Focus on one thing, which is survival and do whatever you must do. It's not that hard to understand," sighed silently, preparing yourself for another attack. 

Easy to say, harder to do, you thought as Galahad caught your hand and tried to dominate you but this time you were expecting this. Survival, it's all I must remember about... God, damn those eyes of his..., you sighed mentally and tried to disengage yourself from his arms. 

"Try not to overthink your actions, Y/N," his voice was so close, you could feel his breath on your neck. "Instinct, trust it..." 

You knew, you weren't strong enough to floor Harry in one move, but using a trick was something entirely different. You slowly unwound your body, as if his grip was too strong, preventing you from proper breathing. 

"Y/N?," with all the willpower you had, you maintain straight face carring on the small performance. Harry's hands changed their position and were no longer around your throat and waist. 

"Nicely done, Y/N. That trick may save your life one day, but don't be overly fond of yourself..." you narrowed your eyes, trying to maintain yourself in dominating position on top of Galahad. 

"I don't understand... You have no chance for any move that would put me in wors-" you felt pain in your arm, as it was rapidly placed behind your back and you landed on it with soft grunt. "You were saying?" 

Oh that fucking smile..., you thought trying to avoid his victorious gaze. It was actually quite nice variation, as you usually would see him concentrated and tensed. 

"That training is useless. I can't concentrate on anything and you'd always find a way to beat my ass... Sorry," you relented under his reproachful eyes. 

"Come now, Y/N... It takes time to take all circumstances under consideration. Your feet weren't stable." 

You shifted under him, trying to remain calm but his proximity wasn't making it easy. For moment, you felt it was long as century, you were able to look into those dark eyes, you admired for days, since the first time you had chance to see Harry. Only inches away lips that were kissing you, every night in your dreams, between soft whispers of undying love. 

"Could you please get up? I can't feel my arm..." you said quietly, looking elsewhere than his eyes. After a moment he got up. "Thank you." 

"Y/N... Again," you moaned and prepared for another fight. 

You were practising whole morning, afternoon and most of the evening and by the end of this training you were far more than done with falling down under his precise strikes. Every single time Harry would leave you breathless or sore and you would actually even liked it but in other circumstances. 

"Forget it... You fucking suck," you said it under breath. 

Actually it was more like a whisper for yourself that a clear message for Harry. It pained you mercilessly that being a spy, you could not love another spy. That forbiden relationship would put in danger any mission you were in or Galahad, and that was the last thing you wanted. To put him in any more danger. 

"I have enough of those trenings... I'm bloody exhausted and you won't give me any break, Harry," you turned around and faced him. For a moment his dark eyes were worried but he hid it immediately. 

"You know it's for your own good. I promised, that I'll take care of you. That's why I train you and I won't give you any break, untill I'm sure that no matter what, you'll be safe," he spoke so gently and tenderly, you couldn't believe your ears. "Y/N, it won't be always that I'll have opportunity to come and save you. You have to be prepared." 

"Why?" 

"Because I won't be always around." 

"I know that... And despite your promise, why is it so important for you to keep me safe?" 

Harry Hart, for the first time in his espinage career, was speechless in front of you. He could come up with so many excuses but none of them seemed to be good enough. For you his silence was an answer. You stepped closer, standing close to him with question in your eyes. 

"Because I deeply care about you..." Harry said slowly, trying to understand himself what he was telling you. 

"So do I, Galahad... Harry," and just moments before you gather all your courage to kiss him, moments before he gathered all his will and admitted before himself he cares about you, you once again hit the ground with surprised gasp. 

"You must always be prepared, Y/N..." you looked at him in awe, trying to hold your tears back and get away from Harry as he humiliated you in the most cruel way. 

"You're an idiot!" you hissed, feeling warm tears on your cheeks. "Why would you do such thing to me? What have I done to deserve such actions?"

"I'm an idiot, there's no denying it, Y/N. But it's because I haven't told you earlier, how I felt about you..." 

"What?" you sniffed. 

"I care about you, Y/N... Deeply..." 

"Kiss me and end this nonsense," you gently grabbed his face with your hands and without waiting for further invitation Harry kissed you, just like you imagined in your dreams. But this time it was real and you loved it.

***

"Aaaaaand I won a bet, Merlin," Eggsy gave older man wide grin of satisfaction, as he put fifty pound banknot in his hand. "Thank you. It's been a pleasure." "I know more than hundred ways to make you disappear, Eggsy. Do not try me in this," Merlin looked after youngster until he left the room and heavily sighed. "High time, Harry. Bloody high time..."