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Today like all days was dedicated to showing Eggsy just how much better you were than him. How much smarter, how much faster, how much more adept you were at being a Kingsman…
It was all in good fun. Mostly.
Truth be told, you never really were the competitive type. But there was something about that stupid cheeky smile that just awakened your most hidden features, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.
Every day was a new game, a new challenge and a new competition for you two, and most of those days you didn’t even know how this rivalry came about. Regardless of the details, you were months deep into it, and there was absolutely no backing down.
Dad of course, didn’t like this… He’d grown rather protective over Eggsy since recruiting him, and of course being his only daughter you were high up on his list of priorities. He didn’t like that you two made everything a competition because the basic rules of Kingsman was teamwork and if you were fighting each other, you weren’t fighting the enemy. And you really did know that, really you did. He did tell you enough…
But knowing it or not didn’t stop you two from playing, and play you did.
You two had nearly finished sparring, and you won naturally. He was pinned beneath you, your knees propped over his wrists, his chest stuck firmly below you… and all you could do was smile and bask in your victory.
“Aw, what’s wrong Eggy?” you asked almost sing songy, taunting him from your position of power as you crossed your arms at your bust. A wicked smile spread as he struggled beneath you, the face he made was so cute you thought you may just give in and—
Wait.. no… Eggsy is so not cute. This shit is anything but cute… He… he’s annoying. Yes… He’s annoying.
He narrowed his eyes from below you, his struggling ceasing a bit… your own face pulled about confusingly as he tilted his head to the side that smile grinning wider as if he had some secret to share.
“What the fuck are you smiling at.”
His smile turned to that cheeky frown he used for all occasions, feigning stupidity to a T as he shrugged as best he could. “Nothin’”
You jabbed him lightly in the side in attempts to literally poke it out of him, but he just laughed that annoying laugh as a shit eating grin spread. He was fucking proud of himself, clearly. But for what?
Just as you raised a finger at him, leaning down with suspicion creeping your expression like a wave, he shot his hips forward; successfully knocking you over him. He followed up quickly, and now you were the one pinned.
How could you be so stupid? Classic fucking Eggsy.
“You fucker!” you spat back, your own smile unable to remain hidden as you attempted breaking free… He had you pinned however, and by the look in his eyes he wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon. “You cheated.”
“Did not.”
“You so fu—“
Your words were cut short though by a literal entourage of eyes. Merlin, your father and Roxy stepped into the gym, all sporting their own versions of a smile. Except dad of course… he looked more annoyed than anything else, and at that realization Eggsy pulled himself off of you.
He even offered a hand, but you didn’t take it because you didn’t need his help…
“If you two are finished…” Merlin paused with a smile, linking his free hand over the wrist holding his tablet. “Galahad, if you’d please follow me for a debriefing, and Tristan you’re to join us after Harry is done speaking with you.”
Eggsy tossed you another look, one saying ‘ohhhh, you’re in trouble’ and to that you glared even deeper, even sticking out your tongue a bit… it was a bit much, even for you, but he really knew how to bring out that rambunctious nature you usually kept hidden.
You watched with narrowed eyes as the three of them left the room, but not before Eggsy tossed you a towel from the door, throwing back one more reply. “Think that’s another win for me then, yeah?”
But before you could say anything back, dad was in your face and Eggsy was too far gone to hear whatever pathetic reply you could muster. You scrunched your mouth, glaring at the empty doorway avoiding dad’s gaze just a second longer… when you looked to him finally he was anything but impressed, and somehow he’d already begun scolding you without even saying a word.
“What?” you asked, sounding more annoyed than you were as you pat your neck and face with the towel so graciously provided.
“Y/n…” Harry said back, and even though he’d only said your name it felt like he’d just lectured you for an hour.
You shook your head, raising your arms in confusion, but you were pretty sure you knew what he meant. “Dad.” you said back rather pointedly, an air of sarcasm drifting off your one word reply.
He just sighed though, not a sad defeated sigh, but one of near assurance. Like he knew how this conversation would go before he even started it. “Just be careful, won’t you?”
You shook your head again, making your way to the door as a forced confusion spread your otherwise knowing expression. “We’re fine. We spar all the time—“
“That’s not what I meant.”
Another forced sigh slipped through your nose, your lips pressed finally together as you walked through the door, and down the hall. You could feel dad walking closely beside you, and couldn’t help but fixate on what he DID mean.
Was it what you thought? Was he trying to warn you about—
“Bout bloody time. You two is always so late, ain’t ya?” Eggsy greeted you as usual with jokes and jabs, that smile spread sweetly with satisfaction. You returned a fake smile and a middle finger, and he pulled his hand over his heart; his expression pained to matched.
“I suspect it runs in the family.” Merlin added, his own smile slipping as he was unable to join in on the fun, at least for a moment. “Now, I will have to give you a rundown in the cab, there’s not much time left, but your task should be relatively simple. Lancelot, if you and Tristan would head to the car now, I need a moment with the Galahad’s.”
You watched the exchange between Eggsy and your dad, and couldn’t help but let an honest smile spread. It was really nice to see your dad so happy… to see Eggsy smiling and you felt an annoying prickle bubbling, it was almost overwhelming for a moment but Roxy slid her arm between yours— leading you towards your destination, and with your departure so went that feeling. She tossed you a few sly smiles, and you had an idea what they meant… but you couldn’t say for sure, and there was no way you would be asking.