Prompt: Genderbend Eggsy and Roxy with eventual Harry/Girl!Eggsy and Merlin/Guy!Roxy?
Eggsy is tied to train tracks and she can’t move. Ropes encircle her legs and wrists, pin her spread-eagled to the rails. She can taste the lingering traces of Rohypnol filmed over her teeth. She wishes she had figured out what it was earlier. She wishes she hadn’t had any champagne at all. She wishes she could pull down her damn dress.
Black lace might not have been the most practical spy outfit, but this was supposed to be a honeypot mission anyways, and Eggsy looks killer in black. She’s regretting deviating from her usual bulky shirts, jackets, and sweats now, though.
Regrets it even more when that skeevy bloke from the club steps out of the shadows. What the hell does this guy want with her?
Eggsy strains against the ropes even harder. Like hell is she gonna let this guy see how scared she is.
His questions come in staccato, Eggsy barely able to hear him over the pounding of blood in her veins, heart in her throat.
“What the fuck is Kingsman? Who’s Harry Hart? Oh, and by the way, your friends are dead.”
Full-blown panic sets in when the tracks beneath Eggsy start to rumble and a spotlight blinds her.
“Is Kingsman worth dying for?”
“Fuck yeah!” Eggsy yells through a raw throat. She’s going to die and it’s fucking bullshit, but she’s come too far to betray Kingsman now. Besides, it’s not like there’s any time left to cut the ropes. She winces as the train barrels towards her and prepares herself for-
Nothing, as it turns out.
As far as Eggsy is concerned, Kingsman can fuck itself.