“You’re passed out on airplane in the seat across the aisle and I’m making faces at your kid so they won’t freak out and wake you” au with Harry Eggsy and Daisy please

krissielee:

Ugh, I hate how this ends. I had those whole story that I just can’t figure out how to write down, with Eggsy taking Daisy and running away from home, becoming an expat in Portugal, but … can’t do that in so few words and I suck so much oh my godddddd.

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The flight from London to Lisbon wasn’t necessarily long,
but it seemed like the young man sitting opposite Harry needed the rest. He’d
gotten the young girl travelling with him buckled into her seat, played with
her through take-off, and begun to drift to sleep. The girl, however, was wide
awake, and seemed a bit fussy, though Harry wasn’t sure if it was her nature or
the fact that they were on a plane.

Before she could wake the young man, Harry got her
attention, making faces at her until she smiled and laughed, no longer focused
on the sleeping man beside her.

“What’s your name, darling?” he asked her, and she flushed.
Clearly she knew better than to speak to strangers, but she squirmed in her
seat before looking at her hands.

“Daisy,” she mumbled, and Harry smiled.

“Well, Miss Daisy, I’m Harry. Would you like to play with me
while your … brother sleeps?”

It was a good guess, clearly; while it wouldn’t have been
odd for the young man to be the father of such a young girl, they didn’t quite
bear the resemblance of father and daughter. Daisy nodded, and Harry froze. He
hadn’t thought about how to entertain a child in a long time. He tugged a deck
of cards from his pocket, well-worn from use on countless missions in the past—never
with a child, though.

“Do you know how to play Kings in the Corner?”

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The plane was landing before Daisy’s brother woke up, but
she and Harry had become fast friends in the three hours they were together. He
jerked awake, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. “What? Daisy?” he mumbled,
and Daisy looked at him, smiling wide.

“Harry played with me!” she said proudly, and Harry smiled
slightly.

“You looked as though you could use the rest,” he explained,
holding out his hand. “Harry Hart.”

“Eggsy,” the young man replied, taking Harry’s hand and
shaking it. “Soz if she was a bother …”

“Oh, no, not at all! Miss Daisy and I got on rather well,”
Harry said. “She’s a very sweet girl. And she told me how you’ve promised to
take her to see the ocean while you’re here.” She’d also said some other
things, things that had Harry worried for the welfare of both her and her
brother, but he hadn’t come up with a plan yet for that. Daisy was far too
young to have seen the things she spoke of so matter-of-factly in the way only
a child who knew no different could.

“Well, cheers, then,” Eggsy said, and as they disembarked
from the plane, Harry stuck close, pausing only a moment before touching Eggsy’s
arm. He didn’t miss the way he stiffened at the touch.

“If you need anything while you’re here, please call me,”
Harry said, handing over a business card. “Your sister deserves nothing but the
best, and I want to help.” He meant it, too; he wanted to give the girl the
world already, and he thought that if only half of what she’d said about Eggsy
was true, he’d want the same for him as well.

Eggsy took the card, then smiled slightly. “Yeah, all right.” But then he paused, throngs of people bustling around them, but the silence wasn’t
uncomfortable. It just felt … desperate, as though none of them wanted to part
ways.

“Would you like a ride home?”

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Still accepting prompts, if you want to hop in line for my crap!