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[kingsmanmakings]

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        “Merlin, what the fuck did you get me into?” It was not his fault, really; disaster was the risk they took when they agreed to fight for the sake of the world, but this was extreme even by his standards. Bullets were raining down all around him, not unusual, but the man they were shooting at appeared to be fucking flying.  He was obviously using some sort of device, but it did not make it any less insane. “Why don’t I have one of those yet? I’ve been asking you for a jet pack for ages.”

        “Don’t press your luck, lad. Just get what you came for and get out of there.”

        Eggsy rolled his eyes before he gripped the gun concealed within the shoulder holster beneath his jacket, raising it as he entered the fray, taking out several attackers with surprisingly accurate aim. Like Harry said, his weapon scores were excellent. Slipping in to retrieve the package he came for was not a problem, the majority of the security forces distracted by the…bird man, so when he made his presence known, it was because he wanted to.

      At some point the man landed nearby, and he wondered if he might be mistaken for one of those shooting at the stranger for a moment, but he soothed all doubts when he noticed the barrel of a gun aimed at his back. Eggsy ran toward him, gripping his arms and turning them around, letting the kevlar woven into his suit absorb the impact of the bullet.

@fxlconsnest

[kingsmanmakings]

To say goodbye for Duncan

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        “Duncan...you don’t have to go.” That was what he said, but the tone was more please don’t go. Duncan was determined, insisted that it was time, that there were things he needed to get done, but Eggsy did not believe he was ready, that he was not healed enough, and he could not deny the ache he felt when he realized it meant that he might not ever see him again. Kingsman never crossed paths with the Black Kaiser before now, and he had no reason to believe that they ever would again. “Even if the others won’t help you, that doesn’t mean I can’t. Just a couple of more days, that’s all I need.” 

           The look on Duncan’s face told him that his begging was futile, and Eggsy sighed with resignation as placed his hand against the assassin’s cheek, his thumb brushing beneath his eyepatch in the same way it did when he first woke in the hospital. “If you find yourself in a difficult situation and need somewhere to lay low, you know where to find me.”

@nxtsoordinary

[kingsmanmakings]

With relief for Harry

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         “Merlin, get everyone out of here, get them back!” Their first outing with the new recruits, and of course it all went badly; such was the luck they had so far as they tried to rebuild. Problems with builders, security challenges, converting their funds from the American cash they were being supplied with from the Statesman to local currency. Why shouldn’t their first mission with the next generation of potential Kingsman knights go badly? 

        Eggsy could hardly stand, much less think over the chaos as recruits scrambled away from falling debris. He managed to get them far enough away from the blast inside of the building that any injuries sustained would be minor, cuts and scrapes, but his greatest concern was Harry–he was still inside. Part of him was convinced he was dead, the other part of him refused to even think it as he dragged another recruit to his feet and shoved him back with the rest. 

        Covered in ash and slightly singed, he ventured back into the fallen chunks of wood and concrete, watching the precarious remains of the building’s structure groan and threaten to fall. The agent coughed and covered his nose and mouth with his tie, breathing through it as he squinted into the thick smoke. “Arthur!” The sound was too muffled, and he dropped his makeshift shield to try again. “Arthur!” Fuck it. “Harry, where the fuck are you!?” He could not be dead, not again. He could not be dead.

       Just as Eggsy’s head began to spin and the panic started to set in, Harry said something that was probably meant to scold him about using his real name in the field from behind him, but it was so nonchalant that it would have made his blood boil if he were not so fucking relieved to see him alive. It was difficult to decide whether to laugh or cry as he took Harry’s cheeks and pressed his ash-covered lips against his partner’s, kissing him through the taste of smoke as the recruits gawked at them with their mouths hanging open. Most of them already suspected something between them, it was impossible not to when they were seen together, but that was the moment their suspicions were confirmed. Eggsy did not care, barely noticed them as he kissed Harry until his lungs felt like they were going to burst before he pulled back and gripped his husband’s jacket. “Don’t ever fucking do that to me again.”

        Grinning, he finally turned to the recruits, fully aware that everything around them appeared to have come to a stand still. “Well? Go on, then, didn’t I give you all an order?”

@nxtsoordinary

[kingsmanmakings]

"you were supposed to leave." //from Duncan

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        “I was supposed to do a lot of things. Part of what makes me such a brilliant agent is my ability to ignore shit orders.” If Merlin was not already bald when he met him then it could have been argued that Eggsy was the cause for that very reason. “There’s no more backup, everyone’s evacuated, so it’s just the two of us now.”  And even if they did not survive long enough to join the rest of the  team Merlin assembled to assist them, the army of enemy targets closing in should not be so complacent as to take comfort in their numbers. Agent Galahad and the Black Kaiser both excelled in situations where they were vastly outnumbered.

         “Come on, old man, up you get. I would have had Merlin attach a machine gun to a walker if I knew it was gonna be like this.” It was not age, it was a leg injury that kept Duncan grounded, that slowed him down until none of the others thought he would be able to move fast enough to escape enemy territory, but Eggsy was not about to leave him to die–not when he was the reason they were there in the first place. An arm wrapped around his waist to support him on the weakened limb, walking them both a bit slower toward the exit than he would have liked.  “Merlin’s ordered a missile strike, the entire building’s been targeted. We’ve got five minutes to get the fuck out of here and an army between us and the back door. I think we can make it, don’t you?” It was hard to tell if he was being sarcastic.

@nxtsoordinary

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“Did you hit your head?”

       “Yeah, but I’m alright, it wasn’t too hard.” Eggsy’s bell was rung, but he experienced no dizziness or blurry vision. His biggest concern was the bruise he could already feel forming on the top of his head. “Fuck me, where did you learn to drive?” It was not his fault, really. Just because Eggsy knew how to street race, he did not expect that everyone did, and, if he was being honest about it, he could have easily ended up in the same ditch, his car laying ass over tea kettle after the way the pursuit went.  Being upside down, he had to kick out a window to escape the passenger seat, but he was no worse for wear if he did not consider how sore he would be when he woke up the next morning. “Are you alright?”

@nomadkiing

[kingsmanmakings]

♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up //from Javier

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        Being afraid of ghosts at his age and with his abilities was a bit different than a child’s fear of ghosts; his existed, and he could see them, hear them. Blocking them out could be nearly impossible, especially those as persistent as the one that attached itself to him not long after he arrived in Midnight. It was a fearsome, cruel thing, but he found some relief when Javier offered to sit with him, to wait out the spirit’s latest round of terrifying taunting. It went on so long that Eggsy might grow bored of the fear it brought him someday, but he was not there yet. 

      It was easier not to show how it terrified him with Javier at his side, and, feeling safe for the first time, he even fell asleep eventually. It had been days since he slept properly, since his muscles were not tense with fear and anxiety. His cheek fell against the lycan’s shoulder, and his first instinct when he woke and realized how close he had gotten to him was to move. Hands pressed into the cushion of the couch to scoot further away, but Javier’s stopped him. Realizing what he was trying to tell him, he closed his eyes and laid his cheek against his shoulder again, resting against him on purpose this time.

@nxtsoordinary

[kingsmanmakings]

♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

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         The new mission was complicated, had him buried knee deep in paperwork for the past few hours at least as he tried to memorize the finer points of his cover and information about their target. Calen must have repeated himself several times with no response from Eggsy because he did not even notice he was speaking until he felt his fingers on his chin, let them guide his eyes away from the file and up to the other agent’s. Instinctively, he smiled at him, finally hearing what he was trying to ask all along. “Yeah, I’ll have a drink if you’re pouring. What about something to eat? Are you hungry? I don’t even know what time it is.”

@formidablekind

[kingsmanmakings]

' what's this between us?' /calen

SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

       “I don’t know, Calen, what do you want it to be? You’re the one that’s been trying to convince me this was a bad idea, but you haven’t ever told me why.” There was no denying that Eggsy felt some chemistry between them, but he was beginning to believe that it was all one sided, that he had somehow convinced himself he saw something that might not have ever been there.

@formidablekind