"I don't know how to fly a plane!" for Merlahad, please!
lmao. so. this prompt was literally from like february, and HERE WE ARE, literally 10 months later. are you even still following me. do you still have a tumblr. are you still in the kingsman fandom. i’m so sorry for this afkjsldkfj.
ANYWAY HERE’S THIS~
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Two tickets. He asked for two of them because in that single, blissful moment, he had forgotten. Harry had asked for two tickets because for a split second, his brain failed to remember that the person he would have loved to bring with him had gone and sacrificed himself while singing John bloody Denver. Hamish had always teased Harry for being the peacock in their relationship, for being the theatrical, extravagant, attention-seeking boaster of a man who had boxers that matched every bespoke suit in his closet. Harry almost smiled. Between the two of them, belting out “Take Me Home, Country Roads” while slashing away foliage and detonating a mine to take out five guards was certainly the most dramatic act either had ever done.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get the fuck outta here, Harry.”
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