Until I Saw Your FaceFandom:
Eggsy Unwin/Harry Hart + EnsembleSummary:
Harry just needs somewhere to lay low and patch himself up. He isn't expecting to meet someone who fascinates him, or to run into that someone again and again.Rating:
Very Long (103,322 words)Disclaimer:
None of these characters belong to me.Notes/Warnings:
Prostitution, canon-typical violence, minor character death, light dom/sub and bondage (this fic is not at all as a kinky as that makes it sound); written as an H/C bingo straight line extra for "disappearing", "secret allies", "wild card" (prostitution), "fighting" and "touch-starved"; not Brit-picked. (Or very well researched. Sorry.)Excerpt: Harry offered the first figure that came into his head. Judging from the way the boy's eyes widened, it was far too high.
He said, “I know a place,” a little too quickly. “Let me just…” He took out his phone and fired off several texts in quick succession. “One of my stepdad’s mates works in a- a hotel real close to here.” From his stutter, Harry guessed that it wasn’t a very high class establishment- but then if Harry had wanted high class he would have sought it out himself. Somewhere where they had seen everything, where they looked the other way without question- that was what Harry needed at the moment, and his knowledge of such areas in London was unfortunately lacking.