(Author's Note)
Obviously this an A/B/O fic. There's not really anything sexual in this, I just used it for the story of Eggsy having Harry's kid and her running off to meet him.
Also, I really loved that movie. I watched it a lot as a kid, and recently got into Kingsman and bada-bing bada-boom.
This idea was born.
Please be kind, I've been wanting to do this for a while now.
WHAT A GIRL WANTS
Chapter One: When Harry Met Eggsy
Gary "Eggsy" Unwin gave birth to Bonnie "Bo" Unwin in New York City.
Bo had lived her whole life with her dad in a fifth-floor walk up in Chinatown. It had always been just the two of them, Bo and Eggsy. But every year on her birthday, She'd make a wish. That someone else could be there, too.
"Make a wish, babes!" Eggsy smiled at his daughter, wearing a plastic silver crown with fake jewels and a pink princess dress.
Bo smiled a sad smile and blew out the five red sparkler candles sticking out of her Scooby-Doo birthday cake. And every year when he didn't come, she would ask her dad to tell her the same story.
"You never get tired of this one, do ya?" Eggsy asked softly, then grinned when she shook her head rapidly and stared at her father with a serious pout.
Eggsy smiled and fixed Bo's blanket more snugly over her before wrapping an arm around her and began a familiar tale.
"Okay. Once upon a time... there was a young, very cool singer named Eggsy, who one day decided to go out and see the world. Little did he know that in the deserts of Morocco, fate was waiting for him. And his name was Harry."
Eggsy waved goodbye to the van he had hitched a ride in, he was finally here in Morocco.
Smiling and stepping backwards, unaware of the steep sandy drop off behind him, Eggsy cried out in shock as his foot slipped and sent him tumbling down the sandy hill, cursing and shouting the whole way down.
A young man looked up at the sudden loud shout and saw Eggsy rolling down the sand, he jumped to his feet when he realized the hill had a steep drop off and the Omega was heading right for it.
"Look out!" the curly haired man shouted and raced over.
Eggsy, still swearing loudly and swallowing quite a bit of sand, didn't hear the man's shout and went right over the edge. He let out a high-pitched squeal and swung his arms out wildly in an attempt to catch himself.
He fell into a pair of strong arms, and the scent of an Alpha washed over his senses. Eggsy blinked in shock at his sudden rescue and looked up. The alpha's hair was brown and had wild curls, his eyes were a bright brown. They were warm and filled with relief.
"Are you quiet alright? That was a nasty fall."
Eggsy's face flushed in embarrassment, "'Er, yeah. 'm fine...you can put me down."
The alpha blinked then flushed himself, not noticing that he was still holding the other.
"Right," he set the blonde down, and held out his hand, "I'm Harry, Harry Hart."
"Eggsy Unwin." The omega replied, shaking the offered hand.
"Eggsy?"
"Oh, it's a nickname from my da, it's really Gary. But, please don't call me that."
Harry smiled, "Alright, Eggsy."
"They fell madly, passionately, hopelessly in love..."
Harry and Eggsy ended up spending more time together while in Morocco, Harry had never met anyone like the omega and was curious about his life. Harry had grown up in Upstate England, while Eggsy lived in the Estates(?). Eggsy ended up growing close to Harry, he explained his dad died while in service in the royal marines, his mum falling further and further in depression until she married an abusive Alpha named Dean, drug runs for his damn step father, his mum drugged out of her mind and not caring what happened to him or his new baby sister.
Harry was, obviously, distressed for the other. Eggsy smiled at worry Harry showed him.
"It's okay tho', I got my mates watchin' Daisy while I'm here. I just needed to get away for a while."
Harry frowned, but let it go.
Harry took Eggsy riding on his motorcycle around the various and beautiful cliff sides of Morocco, always stunning the blonde to silence with the gorgeous view.
They continued to talk and hung out together, until Harry finally got the courage to give Eggsy a courting gift. The blonde stared at him in shock but grinned and accepted.
Many courting gifts and dates later, Harry finally asked Eggsy to be his mate.
"I know life has been unkind to you Eggsy, but I promise to dedicate the rest of my life making sure you never feel unhappy again."
Eggsy smiled through happy tears and kissed the brunette.
"Yes Harry."
"and were married by the chief of a Bedouin tribe."
"You sure you wanna spend the rest of your life with a phleb like me 'arry?" Eggsy asked, softly.
Harry frowned, "You are not a phleb, you're background does not define who you are Eggsy."
The blonde rolled his eyes and Harry smiled gently, he kissed his beautiful Omega.
"And darling, I've never been more sure of something in my entire life."
Eggsy bit his lip to hide the massive grin threatening to take over his entire face, and kissed the alpha roughly in response.
"Harry brought him to upstate England to meet his family and to get married for real. But fate was not so kind this time."
"Jesus Haz, this is your house? It's fuckin' huge!" Eggsy gaped at the massive white building looming directly in front of them.
Harry just chuckled and kissed Eggsy's knuckles, the blonde gripped his hand tightly in response, still gaping at the sight. Eggsy had never been to such a poshy place in all his life. A sudden feeling of dread filled his gut, what if Harry's family hated him? He was from gutter, a practical street rat. They'd be able to tell as soon as he opened his gob.
"Don't stress my dear, they'll love you as much as I." Harry assured him as he glanced at his love's worried face.
"I 'ope so, i'm not...exactly their crowd tho, ain't I?"
"Then they'll just have to get over it."
Pulling up to the massive house showed it was even bigger up close, Eggsy took notice of all the marble statues and styled hedges. That sort of thing always made the young man confused, why would anyone care about the way a bush was shaved?
"He was definitely not what they were expecting."
"This is Eggsy. He's my chosen."
The small crowd of people standing in front of the couple stared at Harry like he'd grown a second head. Eggsy shifted uncomfortably, clearly embarrassed at his outfit choice. He was wearing those stupid winged trainers of his with his black and gold Adidas track jacket, black and gold polo shirt, and black wrinkly jeans. And to top it all off, a white flat bill hat.
All in all, not someone you'd expect to see in the place.
Harry's mother was strange. She didn't say that she approved, hell, she didn't even look like she liked him. But she never said anything rude, or derogatory towards him. She had a sort of no-nonsense vibe. She was easily Eggsy's favorite of Harry's family.
Harry's father was kinda awkward, but polite. He had been ill for a while now, the sole reason Harry had come back from his trip so soon actually.
That and Harry wanted his family to meet his 'chosen', or whatever.
Eggsy wondered why the alpha kept calling him his 'chosen' and eventual asked. Harry explained that his family was traditional and that by being his 'chosen' he was his soon-to-be mate. That after they had finished their bond, they would officially be mates. Honestly, it was a little confusing to Eggsy but he shrugged and let it be.
Honestly, he was just glad he wasn't called a bride, as most people labeled the omega in the marriage. Regardless of gender.
The butler though, Chester King. He was, pardon Eggsy, a fucking cunt.
He sneered at the omega every chance he got, at least when Harry wasn't present. Made passing comments on how he and Harry weren't actual mates due to their incomplete bond and untraditional marriage. Disgust at his clothes and cockney accent. And that his etiquette and manners were "disturbing and unpleasant".
Eggsy didn't care what the dickhead thought though, he knew that he believed the blonde was trash and unworthy to even stand in the presence of the Hart Estate. Let alone, marry its heir. But Eggsy knew Harry loved him and all his quirks.
But one day, it all came to a boiling point.
"But when Harry's father suddenly died, Eggsy knew there'd be more pressure on Harry to lead a certain kind of life, because he was now Lord Hart...and Eggsy was no one's idea of a Omega Gentleman."
"Really Gary, this is for the best." Chester said, pushing Eggsy towards the door. A man with a mustache was carrying Eggsy's only suitcase out the door towards the black posh cab the Hart's owned.
"I don't believe you! Let me see him!" Eggsy snarled, scent slowly turning sour and filled with anger. His lip curled back and he bared his teeth, ready to tear into the old bastard.
Chester flinched back, but still tried to move the omega towards the door.
"He is under too much pressure to deal with you and that thing-" he cut himself off when Eggsy snapped at his hand and hissed loudly at the slur towards his unborn pup.
"Harry has a right to know-!"
"He is fully aware of the situation and decided himself that this is the best choice."
Eggsy froze, staring at the butler in shock. A cold frozen feeling started at his toes and worked it's way into his heart. His green eyes filled with pain and stung as he held back tears.
"What?" He whispered, Chester latched onto the weakness and pressed on.
"If you love him, you will go now."
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"I think you should see this."
Chester handed Harry a sealed envelope with his name in Eggsy's handwriting.
"Apparently there's someone else..."
Harry snapped his head up and stared at Chester, who had a look of fake sympathy on his face. Harry opened the envelope with frantic fingers and scanned the letter fiercely, his eyes slowly bleeding into pain-filled ones. He crushed the letter in his fist, a few traitorous tears fell down his face.
He never noticed the villainous grin that stretched across Chester's face.
"So even though it broke his heart...he knew he had to leave him."
Eggsy watched as the large white mansion that housed the one person who he thought understood and loved him for who he was slowly grow smaller and smaller. Eggsy finally let the huge globs tears collecting in his eyes fall down his face and sob loudly in anguish, his hand clutched tightly over his stomach.
"But a few months later, fate gave him the greatest gift of all, a beautiful baby girl named Bo."
Eggsy smiled down at his now teenage daughter, who still had wild untamable blonde locks and warm chocolate brown eyes. She had unfortunately gotten his freckles, her's actually a few shades darker than his own. But she also had Harry's dimples, something that caused him pain yet happiness every time she smiled at him and showed them off.
"Sweet dreams, sweetheart. Luv you." Eggsy pressed a gentle kiss against his daughter's forehead and brushed a few curls from her face.
"I love you too dad." Bo replied softly, knowing Eggsy would be a little sad after telling the story. Yet he continued to tell her whenever she asked.
"I can't believe you're 15 years old today." Eggsy complained playfully, he smiled sadly before leaving her room.
Bo waited until she was sure he had gone back to his room before pulling out an old photo album from under her bed. It was filled with multiple pictures of a younger Eggsy and baby Bo. Each picture showing her growing up till the present day's birthday picture.
She opened to the very first page, and stared at the only photo of she had of her father and Eggsy together. An old Polaroid of the couple smiling happily with the sands of Morocco behind them.
"Sweet dreams, Harry." Bo whispered before kissing the photo.
(Author's Note)
Harry's age time line:
24 - meeting Eggsy
41 - meeting Bo/ present day
Eggsy's age time line:
20 - meeting Harry
25 - Bo's 5th birthday
35 - Bo's 15th birthday
37 - present day
Bo: . /886c0dbce643e680d0fe3d31310b80c6/tumblr_p8hid7FUWr1u7lgvmo3_
(though her hair is a little more wilder than the girl in the picture)
Young Harry: . /4543819b916b19d7669b6cd7355bf19c/tumblr_p8hid7FUWr1u7lgvmo4_
Older Harry: .
Young Eggsy: . /9548a249c9d2a1891fcd0c03a20849fe/tumblr_p8hid7FUWr1u7lgvmo2_
(but with blonde hair) ((Also no older Eggsy pic for obvious reasons, use your imagination))
And I know Taron Egerton doesn't have freckles and Colin Firth doesn't have dimples, but i want them to so here we are.