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Case Study {Part VI}

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Written at around 1 AM, I still hope you enjoy part six!)

Detective! Bodhi x Reader

Plot Summary: John MacArthur was found dead in his home on March 3rd, 2017. His family, especially his wife and sister in law, are emotionally distressed. His neighbor is strangely nonchalant, a former prostitute has been demanding child support, and the weapon is nowhere to be found. New LAPD detective Bodhi Rook has been assigned to this murder, and has been paired up with you, one of the precinct’s finest. Try not to let your emotions hinder the case, detective.

You and Bodhi returned to the bullpen the next day after your case review at the coffeeshop, silent and comfortable, but lost in thought.

You were consumed with how the MacArthur case would pan out, considering Sarah and Sadie were scheduled for more formal questioning today.

Bodhi tugged at his cufflinks, heart pounding as he looked up from his file to you, quickly looking back down when you had made eye contact and sent him a tiny smile. His mind was swirling with thoughts of you, what it would be like if he could muster up the courage to ask you out to dinner someday.

“Y/N?” You heard, looking up and seeing Cassian rolling up his sleeves.

You closed your file, turning your full attention to him. “What’s up, Cassian?”

“I need your help.”

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LaSalle’s Confession

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Title: LaSalle’s Confession

Characters: LaSalle x Reader, Loretta, Sebastian, and Pride

Word Count: 1,149

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3 (This was a separate request, but it made a great part two to Damn It, NO!)

This was requested by Anon: LaSalle x reader where you take a bullet for him and the reader almost doesn’t survive but when the reader wakes up after surgery LaSalle and you get like together as a couple and confess that they’re in love with each other

After you were in the ambulance, LaSalle bolted to his truck so he could follow the emergency vehicle.  He knew you were in better hands now, but he wasn’t sure if you were still going to make it or not.

As LaSalle was following the emergency vehicle, he dialed up Pride on his phone.  “Hey King,” LaSalle greeted in the calmest voice he could muster.  The sirens in front of him didn’t help his situation either.  

“LaSalle what’s goin’ on,” Pride asked urgently.  “Is everythin’ alright?”

“Not exactly,” LaSalle stated flatly.  “Those guys at the warehouse shot at us.  We took ‘em all out, but [Y/N] got shot in the shoulder.  I’m behind the ambulance that’s escortin’ her to the hospital.  I called to letcha know what happened and that there’s bodies for ya at the warehouse.  The fourth guy is still missin’.  He wasn’t even there.”

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Flying high: part 4

A/n: so this will most likely be the last one. Depending on how long it turns out there might be a little epilogue. Hope you guys like it!

You whimpered as the guards walked away. They had just brought you back from one of your “treatments” and had thrown you into your cage on top of your injured wings.

The newest treatments were making your head pound like crazy. You had heard one of the scientists say that they were experimenting with superhero DNA. Great, just great. Who knows how many serums they’re gonna pump in my system.

Apparently, they had started using the DNA of the heroes who had telepathic powers. Not fun for you. You could tell that the serums were working. You had just started picking up on the feelings of others. If you concentrated hard enough, you could hear one or two of their thought.

You heard the guards walking back towards where you were and you got as far away from the door as you could. Your heart was pounding faster than the flash and the relief you felt when they passed you was indescribable. You looked out between the bars in the door and saw another experiment.

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All Hallows’ Eve Request #3!  Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader

This was requested by @blacksteel-art.  Enjoy!!


“Robin Hood is here!!” squealed one of the street kids, informing the rest of the bunch.

The children all smiled and ran for the door and waited for the secret knock they made you memorize. Knock-Knock.  Knock-Knock-Knock. Knock.  Dean, the eldest, twisted the locks and welcomed their caretaker, which would be you.

“I brought you some food, clothes, water and some new board games my Merry children!” you shouted while kicking the door shut.

They all cheered at the nickname as you passed out the items to all of the kids.  You had just stole a lot of money from some very interesting people.  You made it out of there with a few scratches and almost received a headshot from the Red Hood.  The bullets nicked your ear and side but you’ll live.  

“What happened to you?” asked Dean.

“Bullet,” was all you said.

Dean nodded and took the bag from you to store the food in the kitchen.  All of these kids were from the streets with no families and nowhere to go, but you took them in like a cat lady.  Their ages ranged from five to seventeen and you did everything in your power to make sure that they have more than enough to survive, get an education and have a family.  The youngests gave you the name ‘Robin Hood’ because they watched too many movies and of your actions.  Let’s just say you ‘take from the criminals and give to the very needy children.’  You even incorporated some of the Robin Hood aspects to your vigilante suit.  You had the bow and arrows and the humor, but that was it.  A very dark shade of green was incorporated to your outfit and the rest was black.  You had finally been able to add body armor and better boots to the combo.  You felt like the normal domino mask didn’t cover enough of your face, so you designed a mask that would cover everything except your hair and mouth.  

“Tell us what happened, (Y/N)!!” begged the children.

You laughed and nodded, you always told them what happened during your scavenging.  They all gathered around you with looks of anticipation.  

You smiled and started your story:  “I was running across the buildings, searching for the next bad guy to take from.  I found his secret hideout and took out all of his goons one by one and slowly made my way to where all the money was kept.  I packed everything in my bag and started to run back to home.  When I was running, the Red Hood came out of nowhere and started shooting guns blazing!!!”

Gasps could be heard all around the room.  You smiled and continued your story.

“Bullets whizzed past me and managed to scrape me on my ear and side.  I was running for my life, but I turned around and shot an arrow… which knocked one of his guns of of his hand.  After I launched that arrow, I loaded another one and launched a line so I could escape.  When he recovered from the arrow, I was swinging away.  I ran home to my merry children and lived happily ever after for another day!


You tucked the last kid in bed and silently walked out and closed the door.  You made your way to the kitchen and found Dean still stocking and recording the food.

“How long are you gonna keep this up?” he asked.

“When Gotham is safe and every kid has a family to go to,” you replied.

“That won’t be anytime soon.”

“Oh, come on.  Where’s that positive attitude that I know and love?”

“Retired.  Are you going out?” he asked.

“Yup.  You’re in charge while I’m gone and you know the rules whenever I’m late.”

“‘Assume that you’ve been killed, captured, or arrested.  Make sure to watch over the kids and use the backup money whenever we run out of food.’  Yeah, yeah I got it.”

You ruffled up his hair, “Smart ass.”


“That’s heroic dumbass to you!” you said while walking out of the backdoor.

“Be safe,” he whispered.


Another punch was thrown and hit your face, the assailant’s ring slicing your mask and cheek.

“My grandma punches harder than you assholes,” you spat with blood dripping out of your mouth, “and she’s dead.”

“Shut the hell up you crazy bitch!” the crook yelled and punched you once again.

You spit the blood out of your mouth, “Really?  You can’t come up with another insult other than that?  What about pompous ass, shit stain, asshatt-”

“I said shut the hell up!!”

A crowbar connected to your jaw and a crack echoed throughout the warehouse.

“Wow!! Shots were fired!! Shots were definitely fired!!” you shouted and hoped that your voice reached your gear on the other side of the room.

“She’s as crazy as the Joker,” said one of them.

“And if I wasn’t this wouldn’t have worked,” you said while releasing your hands from the ropes.

You kicked the crook with the crowbar in the throat and took the crowbar from his quivering form. All of the criminals ran towards you and attempted to dogpile you.  You swung the crowbar and knocked out mostly every opponent you had.  Once there were less than a dozen, you threw the crowbar at one of them and ran towards your weapons.  Gunshots echoed throughout the room and you fell on your face.  You groaned and felt something slippery on your abdomen.  Your shaky hand rose and was covered in blood.  You dropped the hand and applied pressure to the wound.  Who would take care of the kids?  You knew that only a few had jobs, but that wasn’t enough to support that many people.  Why did this have to happen?  Muted gunshots could be heard as you faded out of consciousness.  You saw shades of black and red blur across your vision and felt someone shake you.  You tried to force the darkness down, but it was too much.

You coughed out more blood and hoped that they would understand you, “Take care of them…”


Knock-Knock.  Knock-Knock-Knock. Knock.  Dean stopped what he was doing and ran towards the door and unbolted it.  His smile soon faded when he saw the Red Hood standing in your place.  

“Please don’t tell me she’s-”

“She’s holding on.  She told me where to find you guys and the secret knock when she was conscious for a few minutes.  Congrats, I’m your temporary Den Mother,” Jason said.

Dean let him in and bolted the door.  Jason looked around the place and noticed how different it was from his childhood.

“How long has she been doing this?” he asked.

“Ever since I was nine, which was about eight years ago.  I was a regular street rat and she took me in.  She took all of us in.  She said she wanted us to have a better opportunity than she did and have a chance at having a good life,” Dean replied.

“How many kids are in here?”


Jason inwardly laughed, she’s an adopting Bruce on steroids. The walls were decorated with children’s drawings.  He looked more closely and noticed that you were drawn as Robin Hood.

“So this is why she has the bow and arrow?” Jason asked while pointing his thumb at the drawings.

“Yup.  She’s our hero and the kids think she’s Robin Hood, probably from watching too much Disney.  They begged her to wear the tights, but she settled for the bow and arrows,” Dean laughed and wiped some tears off of his face.

“She’ll make it, kid,” Jason said and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I hope so.”


            It’s been four years since Frank Ocean’s debut album channel orange was released, loved & critically acclaimed world wide in July 2012. On Saturday, August 20 Frank Ocean surprised millions with his follow up sophomore release Blonde. Less than twenty four hours later another version of the album is released alonside a 365 page Magazine titled Boys Don’t Cry.

            While anyone can purchase the album digitally via Apple music select fans can purchase the album physically with a copy of the Boys don’t cry zine. In the Magazine fans will find photography captured by Frank Ocean, horoscopes, interviews featuring Frank’s mother and bay area rapper Lil B, poems and raps by Frank Ocean and fellow artist & art phenomenon Kanye West and a physical copy of the newest album: Blonde. The Magazine as of now is only available for purchase through surprise pop-up shops located in Los Angeles, Chicago, New York and London.

          When Frank Ocean first took to Tumblr to announce the album it was stated the release would be within the month of July 2015. As time passed and no music was released fans around the world were excited as ever. Following July 2015 Frank Ocean would stay silent creating while every digital outlet possible would release fabricated dates claiming them as official album release days. Dates  such as August 07, September 11, October 09, December 11, January 2016, March 25, June 03 and July 2016 were all supposedly “promising” dates from theses sites and outlets But again, all days would come and go with no new music from the highly praised Grammy award winning singer.

          Aside from guest appearances on albums such as Magna Carta Holy Grail by Jay-Z, Paradise Valley by John Mayer, BEYONCÉ by Beyoncé, The Life of Pablo by Kanye West and Wolf by longtime friend Tyler, The Creator the world had no new music to connect to; at least until the release of Endless. Friday August 19th Frank Ocean released a visual album titled Endless featuring 45 minutes of music (12 songs and interludes) over a black-and-white film of Frank himself building furniture in a warehouse. The Film shot by Francisco Soriano, (the same director behind the video of Frank Ocean’s Lost, a previous record from Channel Orange) would go on to be highly praised and loved by fans and newcomers alike.

          With The release of Endless fans flocked to social media to share the film and rejoice in new music. Within the next 48 hours Frank Ocean would again shock fans and digital outlets with the release of two more albums Blond & and the release of Boys Don’t cry Magazine. With his newest projects Frank embarks on a more stripped down, minimalistic soulful sound. The album feels completely stripped down, featuring little to no drums, waves of guitars, pianos, and slight glitches flourished with his voice in command at the forefront of every track. Though listed on Apple as a “pop” record, Blonde is truly a boundary pushing album showcasing diversity, lyricism, and a sound that’s possibly knocking on the door of a new genre all together. Lyrically Frank stays true to himself and doesn’t waste a breath; every song is as meaningful & poetic as it is melodic; touching on topics of love, racism, equality. Frank’s talent of providing vivid scenes of imagery is once again laced through every track, just as it was on Channel Orange.

        With the performance Frank provides on both Endless and Blonde with contributing artists such as Beyoncé, Pharrell, Kendrick Lamar, Andre 3000, The Beatles, James Blake, Rick Rubin, and Tyler, the creator this album screams longevity in a generation of recyclable music playlists.


Warehouse 13 - Resurrecting  Steve 

Claudia: Nothing happening, its not working. 

Jane: Patience Claudia. Patience.

Claudia: Please, Please come back. Please [Steve, take deep breath] Steve!

[Claudia struggles for breath]

Jane: Put your hand back on the Metronome. Claudia look at me now, look at me! You can’t help him if you die too!.Claudia Look at me

Jane: Claudia don’t look away, that’s it that’s right. Try not to panic. Breath, No ,no I will not let this happen. Claudia talk to me what do you see?.

Claudia: White everywhere and Steve

Jane: Don’t go to him, he has to come to you, Stay focused on me and bring him with you. You wanted to save so save him, dammit breath

[both Steve’s and Claudia’s breathing returns to normal]

Jane: That’s it, That’s it yes. 

[Steve open his eyes]

Steve: Hey …. What happened? 

anonymous asked:

In the shipping's defense, I think Kuvira's love for him was genuine. She clearly looked distraught when she fired, she didn't treat it as a casual thing. She simply decided that her goals were more important than him, I think the shipping is only destroyed in canon after she fires because, after that, it's clear that Bataar Jr doesn't love her anymore and deliberately gives the others information on how to take down her machine. He did genuinely love her but he felt betrayed afterwards.

I wouldn’t exactly say the ship is destroyed, sunk forever, and Baatar instantly stopped loving her after she shot the warehouse. Did her felt betrayed and hurt? Definitely. And I am not going to deny the fact that there’s going to be a lot of conflict between them.

Rebelcaptain fanfic: take me out tonight (4)

Chapter 1 
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Chapter 4: from the nevers  

    A space station probably wasn’t the ideal place to be on the run from the Empire.

    But then again, you don’t have much choice when you’re a convicted criminal.

    Jyn had only docked an hour ago, having bought herself passage on a cargo ship with stolen money (it was some garbage Corellian ship, but it had done the job and the owner had asked no questions) and already, her image was everywhere. She had seen not only the space station security sharing holographs of her, but rumours were spreading that an Imperial ship was also on its way. This was a mistake. A terrible mistake. She could hide, but they would find her, they always found her, she had to run –

    Everything had gone wrong after the last time they had met. She had been so stupid to think that she could simply escape the city undetected. She’d thought she could just slip through the shadows and meet Cassian once more, the two of them then blasting off together into eternal sunsets and bliss. In reality, Jyn had fought hard, fought until her mouth bled, but they had still caught her. She had told him that they would meet on the other side, but instead she had been dragged away in cuffs, a blaster wound in her shoulder.

    She had spent seven months in Imperial prison before she had managed to break out.

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You want me

Request- I was wondering if you do a smut where Daryl and the reader fight a lot and one day when the reader and Daryl are out on a run they come across a house and while they are fighting again Daryl ties the reader to the bed….thanks

Rick rubs his temples hoping it would calm the pounding in his head. Behind him he could hear Y/n and Daryl arguing again.  “Look at what you did!” Y/n yelled at Daryl. With both her hands she rinses out a mysterious black liquid out her hair. “I told you to get out of the way. It’s not my fault you can’t move fast enough.” Y/n glares at him. “Oh honey i’m fast enough to have you busting a nut in two seconds.”  They both stop in their tracks. Y/n analyzed what she said and felt embarrassed.  She looked up at Daryl and saw the look of confusion on his face. Angry with herself she stormed off. Daryl watches her leave staring closely at her ass. “What a amazing ass” He said to himself. “She wants you bad.” Abraham chimed in. Daryl looked at him and noticed the cigarette in between his lips. “Yeah, whatever. Can i get one of those.”  In her house Y/n marched straight into her bathroom and turned on the shower. taking one look into in the mirror she sighed.”I look hideous…” She tried running her fingers through her sticky hair. “Ugh!” Annoyed she undressed and stepped into the shower.  

  Y/n couldn’t help but blame herself, if she hand’t been so distracted on Daryl she’s heard Daryl warn her of the walker that was above her at the warehouse. When Daryl shot his arrow the walker bumped into some buckets knocking everything in it fall on her. soaping her legs she rubbed them well, making sure to get all that sticky substance off. Y/n sighs in pleasure loving the fact that she was cleansing her body. Then her thoughts took another turn. In her mind instead of her hands on her, she imagined Daryl’s. Her nipples grew hard just as she was running her hands to them. She tweaked them which sent pleasure straight to her core. Taking her right hand she pressed her palm to her bare flesh down there. It was much easier to play with herself this way. Her middle finger found her clit and she rolled it in a circle. Y/n let out a small moan. Daryl’s eyes came to mind and that sent her fingers shoving themselves deep in her rubbing against her G-spot. Y/n leaned against the wall for support. Her moans filled the hot steaming bathroom. Little did she know…

Daryl looked at the front door to Y/n house. He had been standing there for who knows how long procrastinating weather he should knock and apologize just as Rick had persuaded him to do. Apologizing will take toll on his ego. Looking at the door closely he noticed it was a tad open. A smile came to his lips. To teach her a lesson he decided to ‘scare’ her.Daryl made his way up the stairs and he soon could hear the shower. Suddenly his intentions changed.  In his pants his dick twitched. With every step he took his cock was getting harder. Peeking into the bathroom Daryl was shocked to see Y/n in the shower masturbating. Now he was fully hard. Daryl couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Her body was just the way he pictured while masturbating at night. Her breast were nice around her nipples the perfect shade for her skin tone. He licked his lips. He wondered how her nipples taste like, he wonder how the sound of her moan would be like. Y/n gave a loud moan calling out Daryl’s name and her body spasm as she came. Daryl’s eyes grew wide and he ran out her place. 

Y/n eyes slowly open and on her face she wore a goofy smile. That had been intense and yet she found it weird. Never had she had felt that much pleasure. She didn’t do anything different. A noise caught her attention it sounded like the door. Wrapping herself in her towel she walked down stairs. She looked around confused there was no one there. Shrugging she walked back to her room.   Y/n adjusted her ponytail and stared at her reflection. Walking to the front of the gate she leaned on the wall and waited. Soon she saw a familiar figure on a motorcycle coming her way. She instantly roll her eyes.                     “I thought Rick was coming.” “News flash baby, he isn’t coming. It’s you and me. Get on.” The sound of him calling her baby made her pussy quiver with need.  Damn why did he have to be so…. Tempting!!!! Against her will she sat behind him trying not to touch him. 

“This looks like a good place to search.” Daryl said shutting of his ride. “We’re in the suburbs.” Y/n said following Daryl to one of the houses. “Yeah didn’t you use to live in a place like this?” Daryl pointed out. Feeling insulted Y/n exploded. “I did not! I lived a decent life. Not everything was handed to me in a silver platter. Before all this!” She motioned to her horrid surroundings. “I worked my ass off at a gas station and I also volunteered at a soup kitchen!”    Y/n stormed by him and into a nice looking house. Of course inside it was burglarized. The house was clear. Y/n felt tears forming in her eyes. Why does he treat that way.? She asked herself. He thinks I’m some type of prissy princess.  “Hey… you okay?” Frustrated Y/n turned to him and started hitting him on his chest. “Why are you so mean to me! What did i ever do to you!” “Hey quit it.” They both struggle against each other and barged into a room. Reaching behind him Daryl grabbed his handcuffs and restrained her to the bed. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” Y/n said in shock. He hand cuffed her! “Where did you get handcuffs?” “You never know when you might need them. I just never thought i’d use them on you.” Something felt oddly good about being bind.  “Let me go, Daryl.” The moment he realized what he did he knew he had her at his mercy. “You know last night i was in your house.” Y/n eyes were wide. ‘He… He saw me.’ Y/n averted her eyes. She was so embarrassed. He watched her. He saw her come and…. The horrifying realization that he knew how she really felt was embarrassing. “Now I’m going to give you what you want. The real thing.” 

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Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in  1846.

John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in  1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.

John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil  rights.

Both wives lost a child while living in the White  House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.

Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Now it gets really weird.Lincoln’s secretary was named Kennedy.  Kennedy’s Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.  Both were succeeded by Southerners named  Johnson.Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was  born in 1808.  Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was  born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln,  was born in 1839.

Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy,  was born in 1939.  

Both assassins were known by their three names.Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named “Ford.”

Kennedy was shot in a car called “Lincoln” made  by “Ford.”

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before  their trials.

And here’s the “kicker”:

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.

 A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with  Marilyn Monroe.

 AND:  Lincoln was shot in a theater and the assassin  ran to a warehouse

Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and the  assassin ran to a theater

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.

John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.

John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.

Both wives lost a child while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.

Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln’s secretary was named Kennedy.

Kennedy’s Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.

Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.

Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.

Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.

Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named “Ford.”

Kennedy was shot in a car called “Lincoln” made by “Ford.”

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here’s the “kicker”:

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.

A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.


Lincoln was shot in a theater and the assassin ran to a warehouse…

Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and the assassin ran to a theater.


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Subconsciously holding hands as they walk in public.

It starts out as something sudden and unexpected.

A mission gone haywire, explosions sounding left, right and center. Harry and Eggsy ducking behind piles of cardboard boxes in a dingy warehouse while shots ring out around them and they try to track the heavy footsteps that grow closer and closer. 

They’re pressed into a gap between the wall and the precariously balanced tower behind them, and even the slightest shift could send the whole lot toppling down on top of them. Neither can breathe too harshly for fear that they will be discovered. 

Over the rush of blood pounding through their ears they hear the scuff of a boot far too close to their hiding place, and without thinking Eggsy reaches out and grabs Harry’s hand, pressing his palm into the cold concrete floor and squeezing his fingers tightly.

Harry squeezes back until the footsteps begin to move off towards the other wall, and they can breathe again.

It turns into something Harry does to grab Eggsy’s attention.

A brush of fingers across his knuckles to draw him from the page he’s bent over as they sit at Harry’s desk and compile field reports. A subtle poke with Harry’s pinky when Eggsy’s making faces during a briefing and Harry is trying so very hard not to laugh because Merlin is so tightly wound he looks like he’s about to snap the clipboard in two. A quick tug at Eggsy’s wrist to direct him this way or that, and a gentle squeeze of fingers when they part at the end of a long day.

It becomes something more without either of them realising it.

When Eggsy makes him laugh, Harry’s natural reaction is to grasp the younger man’s hand while he doubles over and lets himself feel the ache in his stomach he rarely gets to feel.

When they stand on the balcony and watch the recruits training, Eggsy slips his hand into Harry’s and lifts them both to point at someone falling over their errant puppy.

When Eggsy greets Roxy he kisses her cheek as he pulls back from a hug, and when he greets Harry he keeps their hands clasped together as they stand and wait for the shuttle to arrive.

Casual touches begin to linger, until one day - as Eggsy waits for Harry on the corner of his street, staring at the Harvest display in one of London’s finest flower shops, and sees Harry’s reflection approaching in the glass - the younger man doesn’t even blink as the older threads their fingers together and begins to pull him along the pavement.

They’re still holding on tightly as they reach the shop.