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The Forgotten Knight

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Harry leaned back to rest against the leather backseat of the car, grunting tiredly as he rearranged his suit. He took off his kingsman issued glasses, putting them in his breast pocket before closing his eyes.

It was well past midnight, he knew, and he was supposed to get home three hours ago. He groaned, already picturing the unimpressed look Eggsy would surely give him in the morning.  He had missed their movie night, but in his defense, it really hadn’t been his fault. It wasn’t like he could blow off the German Chancellor, especially not when they were about to send two agents to German soil to complete a mission.

The car pulled up right next to his house, the driver giving him a polite nod as he said “We are here, sir.”

Harry gave the man a tired smile and murmured “Thank you, Henry, and I’m sorry for the late call.”

The man shook his head. “It’s quite alright, sir. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Harry got off the car and walked to the door. He stayed outside for a few more seconds, wondering what would happen if he just didn’t go upstairs. It wasn’t that he was avoiding Eggsy – nope, he was most definitely not doing that – he just figured it was better to let the young man sleep, what with him being a light sleeper just like Harry.

He finally opened the door and headed into the kitchen, making sure to keep his footsteps light to not make any noise.

“Ya know, sneakin’ into a spy’s house at night is not the smartest idea,” Eggsy commented from where he was sitting on the counter, giving a lick to the spoon he was holding in his hand.

Oh, Bollocks.

 Harry gave his husband his best disarming smile as he came to stand in between his legs. “Hello,” He said softly, resting his hands on the counter, on either side of Eggsy’s legs.

The young man took another spoonful of ice cream and put it in his mouth, frowning at Harry when he noticed the telltale signs that Harry was trying his best not to laugh. “What?” He said defensively as he swallowed the ice cream. “Everyone eats ice cream when their date ditches ‘em.”

Harry’s smile turned apologetic. “About that-”

“Don’t even try to excuse yerself, ‘Arry,” the young man said as he placed two fingers against Harry’s plump lips to silence the man.

Harry kissed the tip of his husband’s fingers softly, bringing up his hand to caress the younger man’s wrist. “A meeting with the Germans came up, and I couldn’t miss it.”

Eggsy sighed, taking his hand away to eat another spoonful of ice cream. Harry placed his hand in the nape of Eggsy’s neck, bringing him closer to kiss him. He nudged the younger man’s mouth open with his tongue, tasting the caramel ice cream.

“Are you eating my ice cream?” Harry asked once he pulled away.

“finders keepers, luv,” Eggsy said with a small grin, licking his already wet lips. “Yeh know I’m still mad at yeh, right?”

Harry kissed Eggsy again, trailing his hand up and down the younger man’s leg. “How about I make it up to you?”

“Nope, you ain’t getting’ any action tonight, luv.” Eggsy gave him a devilish grin, batting his husband's hand away.

Harry nipped at Eggsy’s earlobe in retaliation. “That doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you,” he whispered in Eggsy’s ear.

Eggsy stifled a moan; he was not going to let Harry get away with this one so easily. “Did yeh clear yer schedule for Friday?” Eggsy asked slightly breathless.

Harry suddenly stiffened, pulling away slightly, a remorseful look on his face. “Well, not exactly. I-”

Eggsy rolled his eyes. “Friday is non-negotiable, ‘Arry,” the younger man said in a tone that left no room for argument. “I don’t give a fuck if it’s the bloody queen yeh are meetin’ with. It’s our anniversary, and I have plans.”

“I did clear the two meetings I had that night,” Harry was quick to reassure him. “But I need to meet with the Americans at five, and that meeting might run a little late.” He worried his bottom lip for a second before murmuring “But I promise to be home by seven thirty.”

Eggsy sighed, running a hand through Harry’s hair, shaking his head. Sometimes being married to the leader of Kingsman was a pain in the ass – not that he would ever change it. “Fine, but I want your ass sittin’ on that chair-” Eggsy pointed at the dining room table, which was visible through the kitchen doorway “- at seven thirty sharp.”

Harry nodded immediately, giving the younger man an indulgent smile. “Yes, sir.”

Eggsy chuckled as he shook his head, running his hand through Harry's soft hair. “Yeh are a right prat.”

Harry just smiled at his husband before catching Eggsy’s lower lip with his teeth, gripping the boy’s outer thighs to haul him up. “I think it’s time we go to bed, don’t you?”

Eggsy moaned and licked a stripe up Harry’s neck, smiling deviously before biting him harshly. “Yeh are still not getting anythin’ from me tonight.”


“Rox, I dunno what the fuck to cook,” Eggsy confessed as he passed her a cup of coffee.

“I didn’t know you were cooking,” she murmured as she took a sip of her coffee.

“Well, yeah.” Eggsy shrugged, lightly blushing. “I mean I want it to be special.”

The woman gave him an indulgent smile. “Eggsy, it will be special even if you order takeout.”

“I know, I know, it’s just -” Eggsy sighed, his eyes turning warmer. “It’s been five years since the wedding, Rox.”

His friend hummed, squeezing his arm. “Well then just make his favorite.”

He looked away as he worried his lower lip. “I don’t know how to make lasagna, Rox.”

Roxy burst out laughing, clutching at her stomach as Eggsy gave her an annoyed look. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was just the look on your face.” She gave him an apologetic smile. “I’ll help you cook.”

Eggsy’s expression lightened up immediately. “Thank god, yeh are the best, Rox.” Eggsy sat down next to her and hugged her, grinning like a boy on Christmas Eve.

“But we have to do it early, because I have a date on Friday,” she said as she patted Eggsy’s back, sporting a smug grin.

Eggsy raised his eyebrows suggestively. “Are you guys-” Eggsy’s grin grew wider. “Is Merlin-”

Roxy blushed. “I don’t know, so don’t jinx it,” she said in a hushed tone.

It was Eggsy’s turn to laugh. “Who woulda thought you were superstitious.”

“I’m not,” she said defensively. “But I’m not taking any chances with this.”

Eggsy raised his hands to head level, that smug smile never leaving his lips. “Whatever you say, Rox.”

The girl shook her head softly, unable to stay mad at her best friend for long - she needed to work on that, if she was honest. "You said you wanted to talk to me about something. Was that it, or was there something else?”

Eggsy’s smile fell and he suddenly looked away, standing up for good measure. “been thinkin’ ‘bout sumthin’.”

Roxy remained silent, knowing that prompting Eggsy would get her nowhere. He would either tell her on his own time, in his own terms, or he would say nothing at all.

“I just… well I think that – I already know it’s a crazy idea, but I wanted to talk to Harry ‘bout , well you know.” Eggsy blushed furiously, still not meeting his best friend’s gaze.

“No, I don’t know,” Roxy said softly, shifting on her seat.

Eggsy sighed, steeling himself as he turned around. “What do yeh think Harry would say if I mentioned havin’ kids to him?”

Roxy remained silent for a few seconds, trying to remember how to get her jaw back into place. “Oh my god, Eggsy.”

Eggsy groaned, flopping down next to Roxy on the couch. “I know it’s impossible, I just wanted to talk ‘bout it, ya know?”

“I don’t think it’s impossible,” she said truthfully. “It’s going to be bloody hard, but if you really want to do it.” Roxy bit her lower lip. “I think it’s definitely worth talking about it.”

Eggsy looked at his friend, his eyes gleaming with hope. “Maybe I’ll bring it up on Friday.”

“I’d say wait until the next day,” Roxy said as casually as possible.

Eggsy stifled a laugh. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Roxy gave him a half smile as she stood up and straightened her suit. “I’m always right, Eggsy.”


Eggy walked into Harry’s office, giving Merlin a friendly wink as he made his way to Harry’s desk. He sat on the edge of the table, right next to Harry’s chair. He leaned down and kissed his husband, smiling as Merlin cleared his throat in the background just to spite them.

“You ‘ave half an hour to get all yer shit ready, a’right?” Eggsy said in a serious tone; it was the only way to get Harry moving. “I expect yeh to be home in less than an hour, ‘Arry.”

Harry patted Eggsy’s thigh comfortingly, giving him another peck before murmuring “Believe me, I’m not planning on staying any longer, love.”

Eggsy beamed at the man. “Good, but I’m takin’ Merlin with me anyways.”

Merlin gave him an offended look. “Hey, I’ve never made Harry late.”

“That’s bullshit, Merlin, and we both know it.” Eggsy stood up and walked towards the magician. He held out his hand. “C’mon, yeh also have to get ready for your date tonight.”

Merlin shook his head in amusement but said nothing, letting Eggsy lead him out of the room.

Eggsy looked back at the man as they went down the stairs into the tailor shop. “Do yeh have the-”

“Outside,” Merlin said quickly, placing his hand in the small of Eggsy’s back as he ushered him to the car. He opened the door for the younger man as he slipped a small piece of paper into his hand. “That’s the address. Now, please, remember to take your fucking glasses off. I’ve been scarred by the two of you enough times.”

Eggsy couldn’t help but laugh at the seriousness of Merlin’s tone. The man really was a great mate. He had seen more of Eggsy and Harry than any of the other kingsmen, and he still talked to them and looked them in the eye – that had to count for something.

“Enjoy your night, Eggsy.” Merlin squeezed his friend’s shoulder, turning to go back into the shop.

“Merlin,” Eggsy called out, making the man turn back around. “this ain’t none of my business, but I’m just curious…” Eggsy leaned out of the car, lowering his voice as he said “are yeh gonna propose to Rox tonight?”

Merlin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but the man did not get the chance to answer, as a grenade went off inside the shop.