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Note: So the first part of chapter seventh was 'Wall-E', followed by 'Mulan'. After that was 'Lady and the Tramp', followed by 'The Aristocats' with a reference to 'Brave'. Finally it was '101 Dalmatians' followed by 'Sleeping Beauty', with a reference to 'Sword in the Stone'.

Almost run out of Disney movies couples' first meetings, thanks for continuing to guess and enjoy.

Balls and Bows

Walking down the basically empty hallway, Eggsy fought with the urge to squirm or hunt up a mirror to make sure that he looked alright still. But if he looked he might be tempted to fiddle with his clothes or hair, and Roxy would kill him if he messed up either after all the work she'd put in making him look right. His self-proclaimed 'fairy godmother' had spent well over an hour getting him ready for the ball after he'd informed her that he intended to wear the fanciest clothes the recruits were provided during training since he didn't have posh party clothes of his own. You'd have thought he'd told her he could turn pumpkins into carriages and wanted to wear glass slippers to the ball, the way she'd gaped at him before dragging him off to her house to steal clothes from her older brother's closet.

The pale blue jacket she'd picked out for him looked pretty damn good on him if Eggsy did say so himself, and paired with the tight black breeches, black waistcoat, and bright white shirt Roxy had forced on him, Eggsy was relatively sure that he looked the part of a gentleman and wouldn't stand out too much in the crowd.

So long as he managed to pull off the acting like one part.

Hearing a girlie sort of shriek from nearby, Eggsy jumped a little, looking in the direction of the sound to make sure that the noise hadn't come from the two sisters he'd encountered outside the castle minutes before. They'd looked him up and down, twin predatory gleams in their eyes, and they'd advanced on him with a look that suggested they intended to tear his clothes off of him. Thank God their obviously stern and controlling mother had stopped the two, sneering at him while reminding her girls that they were there to attract the prince's attention. What had gone unsaid, but had clearly been communicated, was that Eggsy or his family wasn't known to her, and therefore he couldn't possibly be worthy of her daughters' attention.

He was good with her thinking that, though, especially since you'd have to be mental to want to date either of her unappealing daughters. The prince was welcome to either one of them.

But it wasn't the terrible two from before making the noise, but a servant who was obviously gossiping with another woman. Both servants immediately curtsying when they noticed him looking in their direction, then the two hurried away to once again leave him alone in the dauntingly long and ornate hallway.

Finally arriving at his destination Eggsy was greeted by a servant who asked if he wished to be announced, the looking over he was given suggesting that the servant recognized the fine clothes but also somehow knew that this was no titled gentleman before him.

"No need, thanks." As it was he wanted to draw as little attention to himself as possible.

And so Eggsy took a deep breath and walked through the doorway and started to walk the short distance to the large staircase that preceded the ballroom, know that the floor beneath would be full of the rich and titled elites of the city, who had come to rub shoulders and no doubt look down on those of the lower classes who'd dared to show their faces at the party.

Praying that he'd go mostly unnoticed, and that he'd find Roxy as quickly as possible so that he could stick by her side for as much of the evening as possible, Eggsy arrived at the top of the staircase, green eyes widening when he saw how many people were already there. And a growing number of them were looking in his direction for some reason, Eggsy looking behind him to see if someone was there but no such luck.

Fuck. Had he done something wrong already?

Determined to tough it out, plus turning around and running away was out of the question, Eggsy raised his chin defiantly and headed down the stairs, eyes scanning for familiar faces since there were people here he either needed to avoid, like Charlie, or could depend on to help him out like Roxy or Harry.

And while he didn't see any of his fellow recruits at the moment Eggsy did catch sight of Harry, the older man hard to miss since he was looking so sexy and gorgeous in his dress uniform. God, could the man get any better looking? And if he did how was he going to stand it?

As he watched Harry bowed to two ladies Eggsy instantly recognized as the scary sisters from before, and what were the odds of that, seriously? And then suddenly Harry was looking in his direction, like he'd sensed his presence, and even from so far away Eggsy couldn't help smile and nod his head a little in greeting as he continued down the stairs.

Grateful that most people weren't looking in his direction once he'd reached the bottom of the stairs, Eggsy instinctively headed off to the side, hoping to stay out of the crush of people until he'd had a few minutes to get the lay of the land. Thinking about what the ball was going to be like was one thing; actually walking into it was a whole other ball game. Eggsy felt alone, out of place, and was thinking that he really should have faked an injury or sickness to get out of this. He so didn't belong here, and never would no matter how he dressed or spoke.

"Eggsy."

Feeling a gloved hand slide into his, Eggsy looked over to see that Harry had snuck up on him, the man's hand in his making him smile brightly automatically. There were no words for how happy he was to have someone he knew and who he could be himself around there while he got a grip on his nerves.

"Harry."

"I almost didn't recognize you." Harry informed him with a warm smile that made Eggsy feel instantly better about his current circumstances. "You look very handsome tonight."

Blushing, he could feel the hotness of his cheeks as Harry's words registered, Eggsy bit down on his bottom lip to hold back the stammered, no doubt embarrassing responses threatening to escape if he cared open his mouth.

And then Eggsy realized Harry's gaze had flicked down to stare at his mouth, the look in the older man's eyes making Eggsy forget all about needing to stifle his words, especially since he'd lost his power of speech anyway. Because while he was new to this sort of party and all its trappings, Eggsy considered himself well versed when it came to flirting and knowing when someone was interested in him. The heat and look in Harry's eyes…

Just that quickly though Harry's demeanor and the vibes he'd been giving off shifted as he let go of Eggsy's hand, Harry's eyes and face now revealing nothing even though Eggsy's rapt gaze picked up the hint of color along the man's cheekbones.

That, plus the sudden change in music, gave Eggsy the courage to clear his throat and point out, in a rather flirty tone of voice, that Harry that had promised him a dance.

When Harry just stared at him Eggsy felt his stomach sink, convinced just that quickly that he'd completely misread the older man possible romantic interest in him, especially since Harry had tried to hide his reaction before even if he had been right about what he'd thought he'd seen in Harry's eyes. After all they were currently surrounded by the man's peers, some of them no doubt watching since who could help but look at Harry when he was looking so handsome. Sure Harry had said he'd dance with him before, but he could have just been being nice and-

Eggs blinked in surprise when Harry's hand came up to be offered to him again, Eggsy staring at it for a breathless heartbeat before looking up to meet Harry's gaze, his breath leaving him for good at the softness in those brown eyes as Harry said he'd be delighted to have this dance.

Blushing and not caring a whit, Eggsy put his hand in Harry's and let himself be drawn onto the dance floor, aware of a number of eyes on them as Harry effortless brought him around to draw him into his arms. Easily sliding into the dance underway, Eggsy let Harry lead him across the polish floors as the lights around them inexplicably dimmed to make it just that much more romantic and intimate.

Either way they were dancing together like they'd been doing it for years, so seamlessly and gracefully that Eggsy decided then and there that he was going to spend as much of the night dancing with Harry as he could manage.

Maybe it was too much to hope, that he was reading Harry right and the man was as much under his spell as Eggs was under his. And if it was all a misunderstanding on his part, and hell, it probably was, Eggsy was still going to go for it because if he didn't he'd regret it for the rest of his life.

Here, in his Kingsman's arms, there was no place Eggsy would rather be if Harry would let him.

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Bowing to the prince, and in such a good mood that he didn't even care that he had to bow his head to the little bastard, Harry smiled pleasantly enough before taking his seat beside the throne with Merlin taking the seat beside him, his bow to the prince having been as stiff as his smile. Merlin had not appreciated having the recruits' training being interrupted because the prince had gotten it into his head to hold an archer tournament the day after the ball. As it was the recruits were probably as tired as the majority of the guests sitting in the nearby bleachers, but the prince had gotten his way and they were all suffering for it.

As archery was Percival's area of expertise he was in charge of the whole thing, the man staying off to the side while a few members of the guards and all of the Kingsman recruits started to file past the spectators, five of the men looking very hungover and tired, while the others appeared fairly put together and-

All thoughts leaving his head as he caught sight of Eggsy, Harry felt his heart flutter like he was a silly school boy with a hopeless crush on the best looking boy at school.

Though Eggsy was most certainly the best looking man in the group, even if he was dressed in his regular clothes instead of the fancy Kingsman clothes or expensive, tailored outfits the rest were wearing. Even wearing the commonest of clothes, Harry could see beyond them to the handsome young man underneath. One he'd spent a large portion of the night dancing with, unable to resist even though he'd known that he shouldn't monopolize the boy's evening the way he had. Especially since it had been Eggsy's first ball. But Eggsy had kept charming him into one dance after another, seeking him out again and again after Roxy and some of the more determined ladies at the ball had come over to steal a dance over the course of the evening.

Eggsy had always come back to him.

And as much as Harry wanted to tell himself that he would be a fool to read something into that, especially since logic would say that Eggsy had just been nervous and had stayed by his side for support and guidance, Harry wasn't blind either. He'd noticed both the way Eggsy looked at him, moved with him, and the way others looked at them together. And as a Kingsman it was his job to hear what was being talked about around him, and speculation about his relationship with Eggsy had been a big topic of conversation.

Not that it could-

Even as his mind formed the thought, Harry saw Eggsy coming over to stand in front of his booth, grinning over at him charmingly as he held out a daisy he must have picked along the way. And as Harry tried to wrap his mind around that Eggsy stated that it would be an honor shooting for his pleasure this afternoon, the boy's green eyes glittering with amusement and an appeal for Harry to accept the flower.

Accepting the flower, how could he not, Harry wished Eggsy luck, his throat closing up and preventing him from saying more than that.

Winking at him Eggsy strolled off to take his place, Harry ignoring all the looks he was currently getting as he stared down at the flower he held, stroking his fingers over the petals before setting it down on his lap for the time being. On the off chance that someone tried to kill or maim the prince, and who could begrudge them the impulse, he would need his hands free.

But he couldn't help but look down at the simple white flower and smile a little a few times, absently listening as Percival came over to the royal booth and rhymed off the scripted spiel he'd been given concerning the golden arrow the prince had had commissioned for the winner on a whim, as well as asking the prince's permission to let the tournament begin.

"Proceed, Percival."

Everyone wincing at the trumpets that went off to announce the start of the match, Harry supposed he should just be a little grateful that the horrid noise took everyone's attention off of him so that they could properly glare in the direction of the trumpeters.

Of course their gazes quickly switched over to the archer field as the participants shot their first arrows, Harry watching each one with interest as they would be Eggsy's competition, noting that of those who'd shot thus far Eggsy's apparently hated rival Hesketh was the bet, though Eggsy would be shooting last. His boy's bow was obviously not of the same quality as the others, but a weapon was only as good as the one wielding it, and when Eggsy's arrow hit the bull's-eye perfectly when it was his turn, while Hesketh's had only come close.

So yes, Harry smiled and clapped along with the rest of the cheering crowd over that.

At his side the prince commented on the excellent shot, though there was a dismissive condescension in his voice that made it clear that despite Eggsy's skill, the prince didn't think much of him because of his obvious lack of station.

And while that rubbed him the wrong way Harry was just fine with the prince not paying Eggsy much attention, as there was a slim chance the little bastard might recognize the boy from the festival and try to cause him trouble or even arrested. Which would be troublesome, at least until Eggsy was a Kingsman and had the status that went with that, but Harry had years of experience handling the prince and trusted that he could protect his boy if needed.

His boy. Dear Lord.

Could Eggsy be his boy? Was that what Eggsy wanted? There had been times before last night where he'd thought he'd detected some interest, but at the ball Eggsy had outright flirted with him. And now here he was giving him a flower, in front of everyone, and Merlin had shot him more than one knowing, smirking look since the night before.

Telling himself to pay more attention to the match, he wouldn't want Eggsy to think he wasn't interested after all, Harry noted that the boy and Hesketh appeared to be trading barbs, as was their habit according to Merlin. But they weren't coming to blows for the moment, which was good since that was prone to happen between the two, though apparently they usually reserved their need to pummel the other until they faced off in training.

When Percival announced that Hesketh and Eggsy were the final two contests Harry grinned and gave a small wave of acknowledgement when Eggsy waved in his direction, not caring what Merlin must think of him at this point. To hell with it, he was gone over the boy at this point and nothing was going to change that, not even his former common sense.

"Sir Hart, you seem to favor that gangly youth, hmm?"

Looking over at the prince Harry stated simply that Eggsy was his candidate, ignoring Merlin's murmured comment about how amusing this all was.

The shooting targets having been moved back thirty paces for the final showdown, everyone watched Hesketh go first, the shot hitting the center of the target with a resounding thud.

Scowling at that automatically, Harry's eyes went to Eggsy, watching the boy set up for the shot, and was sure that he saw, at the last second, Hesketh bump Eggsy a little, the boy's shot going higher than it should have to guarantee that it wouldn't hit its intended mark.

But just that quickly Eggsy drew another arrow and fired it at his still flying first arrow, changing its trajectory so that it not only hit the bull's-eye, but did it by splitting Hesketh's arrow in two. To the point where the other man's arrow fell to the ground in pieces from the force of it.

Damn.

Cheering, Merlin forgetting himself enough to join Harry in it, both damned pleased at this turn of events. Merlin, Harry knew, didn't like Charlie Hesketh any more than Eggsy did.

Eggsy heading in the direction of the booth as he was announced the winner, Harry wasn't really surprised when the prince indicated that he could give the golden arrow to Eggsy, rather than the prince giving the boy the honor of presenting it to himself. But rather than scold the twit for his bad manners Harry simply accepted the pillow the arrow had been laid upon, just happy that his boy had won.

And judging from the bright grin on the boy's face, Eggsy was happy to get it from him instead too.