ive just seen a dude in a full suit with a pink princess backpack on walking in a straight line after his baby kid and i just wanna say, imagine harry hart and daisy
Keeping up with Daisy’s pace is harder than it should be, but the street is relatively empty and since she’s responsible enough to wait at the corners, Harry doesn’t tell her to slow down. He wishes he had the same kind of boundless energy after a full day like she does, but even if he’s still in shape, he’s past his prime.
He’d feel bad about it, but even Eggsy usually come back exhausted whenever he spends the day with her.
It’s why he went to pick her up at the kindergarten this afternoon instead. Eggsy would have gone himself and he’s probably going to be slightly pissed that Harry didn’t wake him from his nap, but he also just came back from a mission this morning. He needs the rest far more than Harry does. And that way, he’ll get to spoil his sister until bedtime without yawning every two minutes.
And if he’s honest, he likes those little moments with Daisy.
No matter how much they want it, they know that it’s not realistic of them to have a child together and it would be the greatest regret of their lives if not for the little girl. Of course, she’s Michelle’s first, but Michelle is the one insisting that Daisy calls him Uncle Harry. Once she was convinced he was more than serious about Eggsy, she’s been nothing but welcoming and has made it clear she invited him to take an active role in her daughter’s life.
He might never call Daisy his daughter out of respect for Michelle, but he knows that if he had a child of his own, it would feel exactly like this does.
He would get the same happiness as he does following the little girl in her frilly yellow dress and purple shoes. He would be just as curious as he is listening to everything she did today. And he wouldn’t care either about the fondly-weirded out looks he’s getting right now, people not used to seeing a well-dressed man in a suit with a bright pink princess backpack on.
It’s not an usual accessory for a gentleman, he’ll admit it, but it’s one he’ll wear with pride anytime.
satan au: harry hart is actually lucifer incarnate, and lee unwin already sacrificed himself to keep his family safe, so it’s only a matter of time before his son does the same. the apple never falls far from the tree, after all, and harry knows all about apples.
so he waits and waits till finally he sees his opportunity at a police station where eggsy is trapped in an interrogation room with an aura so deliciously despairing that harry’s mouth fairly waters.
“i can make this go away,” he tells eggsy, and the charges are reversed with a snap of his fingers. eggsy follows him out slack-jawed and unprotesting, all too easy.
“i can take care of them,” harry offers at the black prince and thrashes all of dean’s men, fulfilling eggsy’s secret long-held desire to do the same, and harry is nothing but his willing instrument.
“it doesn’t have to be like this,” he informs eggsy and produces an ice-pack for eggsy’s freshly blackened eye while the door slams behind dean’s unsteady gait.
he wants eggsy to rely on him, to trust him. harry understands more than most about absent father figures.
“you’ll need all the help you can get,” harry suggests, perched on the corner of eggsy’s kingsman bed (he likes the irony of it, and no angelic guardian to oppose him on the other side either), and harry glories in every little concession eggsy gives him, every small favour, every dissolution of moral fiber that brings eggsy’s soul further into harry’s grasp.
I know you guys were wondering if I’d ever post another part of that A/B/O fic. Real life just got in the way but here it is!
Harry Hart is not an arrogant man. He can be a bit of a show off sometimes, can at times be crass but he’s not above subjecting himself to humiliation when it’s warranted.
When he opens the parcel that Eggsy no doubt dropped in his mail, the world seems to shatter around him. The child is his. He has a child and he doesn’t even know the sex, doesn’t know it’s name. He didn’t get to feel the baby kick or see that first ultrasound photo. He didn’t get to watch Eggsy grow plump and full with his child or bask in his glow.
He doesn’t know what to do, how to proceed. How does one begin to apologize for something so treturous, for subjecting the one they’re supposed to love to total isolation?
So this turned into wayyy more than I thought it would. I get the feeling I’m gonna turn this into a full fledged fic! Again, lots of angst. I’m beginning to thing that’s what I’m good at.
Eggsy hates the fact that it’s Roxy’s hand he’s holding at his first ultrasound. As much as he loves her and as much as he’s thankful for all her support, it’s not her who’s supposed to be with him.
Harry can’t even stand to look at him anymore, doesn’t even bother to try. They pass each other like ships in the night, never really acknowledging that the other is there. Eggsy tries, god does he try but betrayal reads in every one of Harry’s motions.
It’s hell at work too. He’s already one of the only Omegas working for Kingsman. Now, he’s the defective Omega who cheated on their bloody /boss/. No one is supposed to know but the Alphas of Kingsman gossip like no one he’s ever dealt with. By the sixth week of his pregnancy, he’s sure everyone knows.
Merlin keeps a cool distance, something Eggsy had expected. He’s Harry’s friend first and Eggsy’s infinitely replaceable. He clutches his stomach in shame and wants.
He heard tales of what it’s like to be pregnant. How you’re supposed to glow and be happy and share the experience with your partner. An Omega is supposed to be pampered during a pregnancy. Right now Eggsy just feels like a burden, loading down a half empty house.
“What are you going to do, Eggsy? You can’t stay in that house like this. The stress isn’t good for you and the baby.” Roxy says. “You can stay with me if you need an Alpha around. Or I’m sure your mum would be glad to look after you.”
“I’m not gonna put that on her, Rox. This is Harry’s baby and we’re gonna work it out together.”
She looks skeptical and he’s not sure of which part. Don’t they know he loves Harry? That he would never willingly hurt him let alone cheat on him. Harry doesn’t look excited like he expected, just shattered like this is the worst news he could have ever gotten.
“What’s wrong, Harry? We’re going to be a family. Like we wanted, right?” Eggsy reaches out to touch and for the first time in years, Harry pulls away.
“I can’t have children, Eggsy. I had a vasectomy years ago. There’s no way that child is mine. How – how could you do this to us?”
roxy trying to help eggsy out in wooing harry like
“hey, harry, sir, arthur, what’s your general preference for a potential love interest? height, hobbies, age, zodiac sign?”
a cough. “lancelot, while i’m very flattered i don’t think this is very appropriate.”
“oh no no sir, i’m just, asking for-”
“good, because it is often frowned upon for a man of my age to be with a lady like yourself-”
“sir, i’m gay. i’ve been dating amelia for 5 months.”
“oh well that’s good. me too. not the dating amelia thing. the gay, um, thing.”
“yes, sir, that’s fine. that’s perfect, actually. thank you for your time.”
“oh and miss morton? exactly 1.78m, athletic and a skilled driver, 27, and i don’t know anything about zodiac signs. you’d better ask him seeing as he’s listening to our conversation right now.”
“sir?”
“i’m available tonight after 7pm, and i do not like seafood on a first date. good afternoon, agents.”
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