darcyfirth:

“I’m getting really tired of pretending I’m not evil,” says Harry into Eggsy’s ears, an edge of righteous frustration tinges his voice and it makes Eggsy shiver slightly. He clutches the items in his hands a tad tighter, careful not to shift the blanket too much in an effort to hide the front of his trousers. After all, they are the only clothing he has left on his body.

He huffs out a ragged breath, looks at the cards in his hands, hears the timer beeping sound signalling the count down and bites his lower lip. Whatever they usually say about being double spy, he’s definitely rethinking his choices now. 

It is a Saturday night in January, and Eggsy is playing the Uno game of his life.  

They’re all sitting on the floor of Harry’s house, the six of them forming an awkwardly placed hexagon of lounging spies in plain clothes, or lack thereof.

Looking around, Eggsy takes in the current status of everyone in the room, noting how his enemies’ facial expressions vary and calculating their demise by the exposure of their skin.  

James is resting his head on his husband’s right thigh, he has given up in the first round, being that person who thinks this is a simple sleepover and happily arrives wearing a one-piece pjs. Unlike him, Percival’s stubborn streak carries him to almost winning three times, all of them foiled by one Roxy Morton.    

The unexpected winner of the second round, a novice at this form of entertainment, Merlin, is a seasoned agent despite not being on the field all that much, his furrowed brows and the hard lines of his mouth tell Eggsy he is in a precarious situation. Eggsy smirks, their handler will be the next to go then. 

Then he glances at Roxy who’s just right in front of him. She’s a worthy opponent, bright and sharp, closer to his age, equally unpredictable and not at all easy to read. Her poker face reveals nothing, but her eyes say that if you dare mess with her, you’ll never get out of this in one piece. Beside Percival, she’s the only other person who still has almost all of her clothes on.

In addition to being the most wicked, Eggsy’s best friend is also the mastermind for this whole charade of strip-Uno. The body speaks louder than the mouth, she said, it was bullshit but hey, any chance to get Harry naked is a chance Eggsy will take. Unfortunately, his crush for him is by far his biggest liability.  

Eggsy tilts his head to his left, which is where Harry presently sits, and whispers, “Then unleash hell, I’ll cover you.” 

The man gives him a sunny smile, one that shows his dimples and the crinkles at his eyes, it sends warmth radiating all over Eggsy’s cheeks and tummy. Harry’s smile is just as devastating as his next action, which involves calmly putting down a wild draw four card. 

Upon seeing it, Merlin simply stands up and buries his head into the cushions.

Roxy, unfazed by the whole thing, takes out red card with the skip symbol on it, determinedly ignoring the burning looks her mentor is shooting at her. Percival shifts to take off his socks. Both of them still have two cards on hand.

Eggsy locks eyes with Harry as he sets a red two card on top of the pile, it is now or never. 

Harry doesn’t take his eyes off Eggsy when he throws in his wild draw four card and says amidst the groaning from the other three players, “I win. That means I get to choose the next game.” 

“And what would that be, Arthur?” says Roxy. 

Standing up and taking Eggsy’s hand to pull him along, Harry announces clearly to the room, “Seven minutes in Heaven. We’ll go first. And don’t start the clock.” And they march with lightning speed to Harry’s bedroom.

Once the door is closed, Eggsy finds himself being pushed, he goes without a fight, on the bed which Harry sleeps in every night. 

Harry’s hands and kisses descend upon his half-naked body and Eggsy tries to keep his moans to a minimum as he licks and kisses back. He is melting outward and inward at the same time, his traitorous heart wants to leap out of its cage and become one with Harry’s.  

Divesting Eggsy’s trousers, Harry says without pausing, “Don’t bite your lips, this room is the only one in the house that is soundproofed.” 

Eggsy tugs Harry onto him, cups the man’s face and opens his mouth for a long, heady kiss, tasting wine and dark chocolate and mint. His hands automatically go to grope Harry’s arse and presses his growing bulge to Harry’s hips, eliciting a growl from the older man. Eggsy smiles and changes the angle of his rolling hips, which proves to be a brilliant move because it makes Harry drop his head on Eggsy’s shoulder and bite at the warm flesh. 

Letting out a sound not unlike a whimper, Eggsy says, “Did you know our intention all along?” 

Harry chuckles. “I was reliably informed by miss Morton what would happen, yes.” 

“Damn, and here I thought I was doing a good job of seducing you and getting you naked,” says Eggsy as he discards Harry’s last remaining garment and kicks his own trousers off the bed.   

His tongue darting out to lick the teeth mark on lightly tanned skin, Harry whispers, tone serious, “Don’t be daft, Eggsy. People don’t work for what’s already in their hands,” and since he needs to drive the point home, Harry takes Eggsy’s hand and presses it against his chest, “this is a worthless old thing, but it’s yours if you want it.” 

Fighting the urge to cry and laugh at the same time, Eggsy envelopes Harry into a hug and returns Harry’s words to him, “Don’t be daft, Harry. People don’t reject what’s they’ve been dreaming of for three years.” 

dialogue writing prompts 

ogkingsmanhartwin:

so @hellahartwin sent me the following prompt “For my prompt I challenge you to take one of these angsty sentence starters and somehow make it fluffy instead.” 

I chose “Is there someone else?” 

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“Are you sure we should be doin’ this?” Ryan asked quietly as he tap his foot against the floor repeatedly, looking nervous. “I mean… are we really sure… maybe we should just ask that old bastard if there’s someone else?” 

“Mate, askin’ ain’t gonna get us anywhere. We ‘afta do this for Eggsy,” Jamal insisted. “This git is doin’ somethin’ shady, and if he ain’t lovin’ it up at home, then he’s probably gettin’ it elsewhere and it’s our job to make sure Eggsy ain’t dating a piece of shit.” 

Ryan sighed but nodded, finally getting out of the car. “If we’re wrong Eggsy’s gonna fuckin’ kill us.” 

“He’s in fuckin’ Scotland, mate, he ain’t ever gonna find out, calm down,” Jamal said with a wink, finally opening the door of his car. “We gon’ be quick. Harry won’t even know we’re here.” 

Ryan didn’t seem convinced, but at the mention of the man’s name, he seemed to toughen up. When Jamal and Ryan had first heard that Eggsy was dating again, they had been a little suspicious, because their friend had just broken up with his princess, and they knew Eggsy; he didn’t get over people easily. 

They had grown even more suspicious when they had found out that Eggsy was dating the man that had changed his life for the better – and whom everyone had assumed to be dead. 

They hadn’t asked if the man was forcing him into anything as a way of showing his gratitude, mostly because they knew Eggsy would have already shown the man a lesson had that been the case, but they couldn’t deny the thought had crossed their mind so when they had met Harry Hart, they had not been exactly thrilled. 

They hadn’t showed it, however, knowing how important the man seemed to be to Eggsy. They had played nice, and the posh git had been as charming as they came; all proper smoothness, gentle smiles, and perfectly placed touches to keep Eggsy grinning like a loon for the entirety of the evening. 

So, in short, they had hated his guts because he had seemed a little too perfect, a little too trained, and they weren’t sure if the man was really in it for the right reasons. The fact that he had abruptly left that first meeting without explanation had also not helped matters much. 

What was really bugging the two, however, was the fact that it kept fucking happening. 

Every time they saw the man, something came up. It ranged from abruptly leaving Eggsy with them to attend to his “business” every so often, to seemingly random business trips that didn’t always make sense, to hushed phone conversations in his and Eggsy’s home – away from prying ears – to the man keeping an overtly careful eye on his phone to that one time where they had seen a pretty obvious lipstick mark on his shirt (a shirt that had conveniently disappeared from the man’s closet). 

They had tried to excuse all of his bizarre behavior for a few months, mostly out of respect to Eggsy, but the shit kept piling up and none of it made sense. What had really broken the last straw, however, had been finding Harry talking to a bald man in his study, the two jumping away from each other when Jamal had cleared his throat. They had had their backs turned away from the door, so Jamal had not been able to see what they were doing, but since then he had completely lost all trust in Harry Hart and he was almost 100% sure that the man was cheating on his best mate. 

And this bullshit would not fly with him. Ever. 

Hence why they had been following Harry all day. Eggsy had left for scotland less than twenty four hours ago, but Harry had called Jamal to ask him to dog-sit for them as an “unscheduled business meeting” had come up and he had to fly out. Jamal had agreed of course, and had promptly called Ryan and had had the young man meet him so they could follow the git. 

Jamal was absolutely certain they were going to catch the man today, considering that, instead of going to the airport, the man had driven out to Sussex and had gone into a mansion not ten minutes ago. 

“Business trip my ass,” Jamal said under his breath as they broke into the house, feeling thankful for the rather hefty training he had had when he had been in the marines with Eggsy.  

Once inside the house, they did not even need to wonder where Harry was, for the grunting noises coming from the basement were enough to catch the attention of them both. They all but ran downstairs, phones in hand to get enough evidence to show Eggsy. 

What they found, however, left them both frozen on the spot. 

For starters Eggsy was there, tied to the chair and with a bruised eye, but otherwise looking fine. And, instead of finding the bald man or another random chick or asshat fucking Harry, they found Harry beating the living shit out of a good fifteen different people. 

The man moved around the room like it was nothing, blocking hits with his arms or his umbrella while delivering blow after perfect blow. He skidded to his knees once one of his assailants pulled out a weapon, flinging out his hand to grab the man by the knee, using him as his personal pole to bring himself back up to a standing position while forcing the man’s knee to give in. 

He brought the man into a headlock, pulling out a weapon and pointing it directly to the man’s skull. 

“You blithering idiots have fifteen seconds to give me the code or your precious employer won’t be around to pay you,” Harry said pleasantly to the three men that were still somewhat standing. 

Harry hadn’t even broken into a sweat yet. 

“Wait, we don’t-”

Before the man could say much else Harry fired one shot, bringing his gun up and firing three more to eliminate the three standing men. “God, what a mess.” Harry sighed as he walked towards Eggsy, both still unaware of the frozen figures of Jamal and Ryan standing by the darkened doorway. “I am aware you wanted them alive, Merlin. I am also aware you already had the code and that that idiot wasn’t actually their boss. He was useless to us.” Harry reached pulled out and pulled out a knife as he talked seemingly to the air, releasing the young man from the rope’s tight hold. 

“You know, I could have gotten out of this one by myself,” Eggsy said amused. 

“Yes, I know. I didn’t want to stay home and stress about your return. JB gets most unhappy when Merlin starts screaming at me for being inpatient,” Harry said easily, almost carelessly, as if he hadn’t just murdered a room full of people to get his lover back safely. 

Eggsy grinned at the man, standing up to collect a much needed kiss. Harry indulged him, pulling him close as he all but devoured the younger man’s mouth, bringing his hands down to grip at Eggsy’s pert behind. 

Eggsy moaned softly, moving back ever so slightly to whisper “Merlin, mate, fuck off. Just turn off the camera. I wanna suck Harry off.” 

Harry chuckled. “Careful, Eggsy. If we push him too far, he’ll poison us tonight. Remember he and Lancelot are coming over for dinner.” 

Eggsy rolled his eyes. “Merlin would never murder you, Arthur, because that would mean he has to deal with paperwork all by himself.” 

“What the fuck,” Jamal heard himself whisper, too surprised to even notice he had said that out loud. 

Harry and Eggsy both turned then, Eggsy looking surprised and Harry looking calm, a gun already in his hand. His eyes landed on Jamal and he raised a single brow, his weapon not moving an inch. 

“Jamal? Ryan? What the fuck are you two doin’ here?” Eggsy asked, looking scandalized. 

“Oh  my god you just murdered all these people,” Ryan said as he took in the state of the room and then looked back at Harry, who still hadn’t put his gun down. 

“Yes, I did,” Harry said as he took a step forward, half hiding Eggsy with his own body. “But I can assure you, Ryan, they were not particularly nice people.” 

“Who the fuck are you? Why.. How… I thought you said he was a fucking tailor, Eggsy!” Jamal said his eyes trained on the gun. 

Eggsy gaped. “Mate, why the fuck are you two here?!” 

“We was followin’ him!” Ryan explained quickly as he took a step back when Harry took another step forward. 

“Why the fuck where you followin’ Harry?” Eggsy asked, his surprise now tinged with anger. 

“Mate we thought he was cheatin’ on ya! I mean the weird business trips, the hush hush phone calls, the lipstick on his shirt-”

Eggsy frowned “lipstick-”

“Two weeks ago, we went for dinner and he met us at the restaurant late and he had lipstick on his collar,” Ryan explained quietly, not meeting Harry’s gaze – or gun – to avoid squeaking. 

Eggsy chuckled, a hint of realization in his eyes. “Yeah, Harry had a mission that day. The lady got a bit over excited, but we got the information we needed.” 

Harry shuddered elegantly. “Nasty piece of work, she was,” he said, mostly to Eggsy. 

“And what about the bald man?” 

“Merlin? What about him?” Eggsy said, suddenly moving to the side to pick up a gasoline jug. He walked back to the bodies and sprayed them all with the liquid, not looking back at his friends’ horrified expressions. 

Harry reached the two then, grabbing them by the arm as he walked them out of the basement and up the stairs, Eggsy following a few seconds after. 

Once outside, Eggsy smiled at them, clicking something on his watch that made the whole house blow up in flames. Both Jamal and Ryan jumped backwards, a scream stuck in their throats. 

Harry smiled softly, finally putting his weapon away. “Well, I must say I am impressed you managed to follow me. I was obviously compromised, as I had a pressing matter in my head, but not many manage to do that. Congratulations.” 

Jamal wasn’t sure whether the man was taking the piss or not. “You still haven’t told us who the fuck you are,” he pointed out, putting on a bravado he didn’t actually feel. 

Harry was clicking something on his watch. “I am Harry Hart – head of an international spy organization, and Eggsy is my best agent. As for the bald man… that’s Merlin, my right hand man,” Harry said pleasantly, before raising his hand, the watch pointed directly at Jamal. “Now, I do apologize, but I can’t let you go knowing this much about our jobs. I do commend you both for your loyalty towards Eggsy,” Harry said with a final smile before something hit Jamal’s throat, and the world went black. 

Eggsy watched as his two best friends fell to the ground and he sighed. “Honestly, the second time in less than six months, how the fuck do they pick up on it so fast?” 

“Well, I’ve been taking more missions than usual,” Harry said as he waited for the Kingsman cab to pick them up. “Also, they’re keenly observant. Perhaps… if we, heaven forbid, get another opening, we can nominate them.” 

Eggsy grinned, giving his fiance a chaste peck on the lips. “I think they’d like that.” 

Harry hummed. “Honestly, I would do it right now, if only to avoid having them think I would ever set my eyes on someone else.” 

Eggsy chuckled. “It’s alright, babe. They’re just overprotective gits who don’t know jack shit. ‘Sides, I know exactly who you go to bed with every night, and that’s all that matters,” Eggsy said with another suggestive kiss, before finally pulling away to help Dagonet get his friends into the black car to take them back to their home.

sweetdimplesbruv:

A little Hartwin thing for New Year’s Eve.

Working what amounts to a desk job as the new Arthur is every bit as horrid as Harry always imagined it would be in many ways. Yes, it’s rewarding as well, but the absolute worst part about it is not going on missions. Specifically, missions with Eggsy, which means they don’t get to spend as much time with each other as Harry would like. Considering the freshness of their relationship, Harry doesn’t think he can be faulted for finding it all irritating.

This Christmas, their first together, should’ve been filled with the smells and cheer of Christmas, awkward conversations with Eggsy’s mother at dinner, and time spent snuggled with Eggsy under a duvet by the fireplace, but instead Eggsy’s in America, and has been since the beginning of December, on a joint mission with the new Whiskey at Statesman, much to Harry’s dismay. Merlin keeps telling him to “stop moping around, blackening everyone’s mood.” 

See the thing is, Harry never expected he’d get to experience holidays with a loved one, and it turns out that he’s a big, soft romantic at heart — “Shocking no one that’s known you for five minutes,” Merlin scoffed when he alluded to it a few weeks past. Even Roxy had laughed at him over that, and she tries to at least feign deference to Harry as Arthur — and he already loves to celebrate all the special occasions and holidays with Eggsy. 

Now all Harry wants, since he didn’t get to spend Christmas with Eggsy, is to see him, hug him, kiss him, smell him — ”Fuckin’ pervy old man,” Merlin sniped at that one — for New Year’s Eve, but he doesn’t get to do any of that either. 

So here he is, alone at the Kingsman New Year’s Eve get-together, full of all the Kingsman employees and their loved ones. They might have eased up the rules on romantic entanglements for Kingsman agents and employees, but it’s still super top secret. Everyone not an actual employee thinks they’re at a party for the Kingsman liquor brand, and the booze available backs up that theory mightily. Harry has possibly partaken in more than his fair share, all things considered.

So he’s maybe moping a little bit. Merlin’s words, not his. Everyone is just so bloody cheerful, ready to ring in the new year and say goodbye to the hell that was 2017. But Harry doesn’t feel cheerful. The clock ticks ever closer to midnight and Harry has to resist the urge to leave early, go home, and end the night with another drink or three alone in his study. He’d tried calling Eggsy a couple times that night so he could at least hear his voice for a few minutes, but he never did answer. Now with only a few more minutes to go, Harry longs to hear something as simple as, “Hi, Harry.” Just those two words alone would make up for this entire miserable holiday season.

As the party-goers start the ten second countdown, Harry takes another sip of his drink and watches as if floating above it all. At a knock against his elbow, Harry startles. He turns to glance at the person responsible and freezes in place.

Eggsy smiles from beside him, dressed in a tux Harry had made for him specifically for special occasions. His hair is perfectly styled, he smells amazing with the cologne Harry had picked out for him, and he looks as stunning as Harry’s ever seen him. It can’t have been more than a few seconds as Harry’s mind races through all of these thoughts as the tide of astonished happiness rises inside of him, but he knows he has the biggest smile on his face already. 

“Hi, Harry,” Eggsy says, his own full-dimpled smile on display. There’s a twinkle in his eyes from the lights of the party all around them, people ringing in the new year with cheers and kisses all around. It may as well be an empty room for all of the attention Harry and Eggsy pay it.

“Eggsy,” Harry says. He reaches up with one hand and smooths a palm against Eggsy’s cheek, thumb brushing along the high of his cheekbone.

“Happy New Year,” Eggsy says and leans up to give Harry a kiss. It’s a gentle brush of their lips together, sweet as anything. They stand there completely lost to time until Eggsy pulls back a few moments later. Harry immediately leans in and kisses him again, still just gentle barely there brushes of their lips together.

After what feels like ages, yet not long enough, they pull apart once more. Eggsy grins up at Harry and says, “Merlin told me you were being insufferable, so we worked out a way to get me home just for tonight.”

Harry raises one eyebrow at the cheek and peers over to where he last saw Merlin before all of his awareness singled in on the only person he wants to see. Merlin was still in the same general area and at the glance from Harry, he salutes his drink with a wry smile. “Meddling bastard,” Harry says.

“Yeah,” Eggsy laughs. “Lucky for you.”

“Yes,” Harry agrees, and turns back to Eggsy and gives him a small kiss on the cheek, then runs his teeth down Eggsy’s jaw briefly before entangling their fingers together as he steps back. “Now let’s go home if I only get you for the night.” 

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Happy New Year everyone! Apologies for the cheeeeese above. 😉  May 2018 be infinitely better than the train-wreck of 2017. 💥✨🎊💥✨🍾💥✨🎉💥✨