#dark!eggsy

[taronunwin]

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[wildflowers-inthemeadow]

dark!Eggsy - Who is in control

I was recommended this video by YT and I don’t know, it’s kinda HOT?

dark!Eggsy is hella sexy

@zebraljb @blackbirdinthebox @unwinthehart

[insanereddragon]

Soooo, I may have spent my free time this morning making this edit for my Invisible Threads of Loyalty ‘verse. 

( @elletromil, @hepcatliz)

[midnightsharks]

After Kentucky Eggsy slowly got more and more violent, to the point where he left Kingsman to work as a mercenary. He couldn't handle a world without Harry Hart. The problem is that Harry Hart was very much alive, staying away because he was afraid of his own darkness.

[fuurin-senpai]

Mordred

Eggsy feels no hesitation, no remorse, nothing but a cold frozen fury when he leans back in his chair (Galahad’s chair, Harry’s chair) and watches, smiling faintly, as realisation breaks across Arthur’s face. He picks up the brandy glass again, sees it turn between his fingers, hears himself talk about the irony of Kingsman’s leader falling for a simple, common trick – and it’s like he’s an observer in his own body. It feels as though he’s listening to someone else’s voice, seeing through someone else’s eyes like how he saw through Harry’s glasses…

I’d rather be with Harry.

The ice shatters, and once again grief is burning through his veins. He surges forward, back into himself, with hands clenched together hard enough to bruise and the grim parody of a smile falling from his lips. Eggsy almost wants to bare his teeth and snarl at the man who had allied himself with Harry’s murderer, almost wants to let the traitor see the true face of this creature of vengeance he has surely become. But he doesn’t do any of it, because Harry wanted him to be a gentleman and he wants to live up to that, even when Harry’s gone and he’s still learning. Instead he fixes his gaze upon what is about to become his first kill, and suddenly thinks of how he couldn’t shoot the dog. I knew you couldn’t do it, Arthur said.

“I had that down already,” Eggsy says.

He finds himself oddly unsurprised when Chester King curses him in tones even coarser than his own (and oh, how the mighty have fallen), and does not flinch when the man drops dead before him, head thudding against the table as the poison completes its course.

I’ve had a lot of fun with this, he remembers Harry saying.

Eggsy can definitely see the appeal.

A life for a life, he thinks as he picks up the same pen that nearly cost him his life, and stabs (with just enough force, because he’s still trying to be a gentleman, still trying to learn) at the small neat scar in Arthur’s neck.

But Harry’s life is – was – worth so much more.

He barely notices the blood staining his fingertips as he pries open the incision and extracts the implant. He stares at it with mingled anger and disgust, before Arthur’s phone screen flashes purple with the V-Day notification – and it is at that moment that Eggsy knows, just knows without having to think any further, what he needs to do.

In Harry’s honour, Arthur told him only moments ago, I am inviting you to be part of a new world. Eggsy has never heard anything more ridiculous in his life. The only world he wants to be part of is one with Harry in it, but Valentine has taken that away from him.

He’ll just has to settle for second-best, then, won’t he? Nothing will ever be worth the price of Harry’s life, but the least Eggsy can do is to save the world and avenge his death.

Chester King was the first man Eggsy has ever killed, but he already knows that he will have much more blood on his hands before the day is over, and that Richmond Valentine will be the last.

The King is dead, long live the King.

[insanereddragon]

His boots crunched in the dirt as he walked towards the body on the ground, and he watched as the dust settled into the blood smears. Harry would normally have his hide if he didn’t see them properly cleaned when he got back to the mansion. Eggsy sighed and glanced at his watch. It was late and all he really wanted to do was crawl into their bed and sleep for twenty hours. Eggsy made a mental note to give the boots a wipe down before he got back into the Bentley. Maybe it would be enough to appease Harry this time. There were more important matters at hand.

Eggsy paused as he reached the man’s side, nudging his toe against where he knew one of the cuts was hidden underneath his coat. The man sobbed pitifully and attempted to roll away, but Eggsy pressed his other boot to his chest. “Uh uh, we ain’t quite done ‘ere, bruv.”

The wounds along his ribs were designed to keep him alive and in pain for as long as possible. The ground around the man was dark with blood, only faintly illuminated by the glow of the Bentley’s headlights from behind Eggsy. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his knife - the thousand dollar butterfly knife that Merlin had given him on his birthday - and flicked it open.

Eggsy’s grip tightened briefly on the knife. He hadn’t needed Harry to say a word; as soon as he was sure the bullet had hit the collar of the suit and not Merlin’s exposed neck he had been out and tracking down the shooter. It had taken only a couple of hours to catch up with him, and then a few more after that to get him to break. Eggsy’s hands ached from his work, and his eyes burned from the dim lighting. But he was almost through here, and then he could return to the mansion and sooth his hands and eyes with Merlin’s healthy body.

He leaned down and waved the knife in front of the man's face. “Everything before was for the name of your employer. All that comes next is for your attempt on my owner’s life.“

Later, as the screams died away into the night, Eggsy sat in the driver’s seat and used a rag to wipe down his boots.

@elletromil​, @hepcatliz (argh, tumblr, your tags suck)

I’m in a mood. Can’t work on anything else because it will taint the fic. I should probably title this, but I can’t be bothered to come up with anything right now.

[insanereddragon]

Hearts As Black As Tar

Harry knew it was a young man’s game, but he had been in it too long to know what to do with himself if he’d retired. So he figured he’d finish when he got a bullet to the head (properly this time, not a ricochet from a megalomaniac with no aim).

So he wasn’t all that surprised when he finally met his match in combat. The man was agile, bending and dodging in ways Harry hadn’t been able to in nearly a decade. And while his training and gadgets and aim could get him quite far in a fight, they proved ineffective when the target could move faster, farther, and higher than any of those things.

Long minutes passed in silence as Harry sat bound to the cement pillar. Whoever had bested him must have been familiar with Kingsman, since they removed every last shred of Kingsman equipment he had. Tech was shattered and weapons disassembled, even the hidden ones. He wondered how long it would take Merlin to track down his location from his last check in, and whether Arthur would force his retirement if he managed to get back to HQ alive.

His thoughts were interrupted as the other man reappeared from the shadows at the far end of the warehouse. As he walked closer, Harry felt a tickling of recognition at the man’s gait. “You’ve clearly been through this routine before, “ Harry says flippantly, “so you must know that torturing me for information will lead to nothing. Honestly, I’m more perplexed in how you’ve managed to get the information you already seem to have.”

The man, whose face has been hidden behind a woefully absurd mask and sunglasses, reached up to take them off and Harry froze. Now the man standing in front of him wore too familiar eyes, and a smile that in any other circumstance would find a match on Harry’s face.

“Eggsy? What the bloody hell is going on here?!”

“‘Ello, Haz.” Eggsy stepped closer and pulled a gun out of the holster behind his back. “I’m afraid this is the end of the line for you. You’re the last loose end I need to take care of.”

Harry strained against his bonds, even though he knew he’d find no weakness. He had taught the boy well after all. “Eggsy, what are you talking about? Let me out of here.”

Eggsy raised the gun to aim it between Harry’s eyes. “Sorry, Harry, but that ain’t the plan. And I ain’t going by Eggsy anymore. You’re the last one left to know me by that name. Instead, you can call me Mordred.”

“Mordred? I…”

In the end, it wouldn’t have surprised Harry that Eggsy’s aim had been significantly better than Valentine’s.

[typewritersandtentacles]

Dark!Eggsy AU

So what if instead of all the dark!Harry aus, we had a dark!Eggsy. Eggsy just isn’t the same after V-Day. He knew what he’d have to do for Kingsman when he was a recruit, but killing Arthur, and then Gazelle, and then Valentine. It just was too much too fast, and there’s a part of him that’s lost. No one notices at first. He hides the swelling blight behind golden smiles and a false joy. But it lurks, deep inside him, a beast waiting to come up. And then Harry--his precious, darling Harry, who he thought he lost forever--comes back. And he thought the darkness would recede, that the old part of himself would return, but it doesn’t. It gets work. Now that Eggsy has Harry back, he isn’t going to let him go. So Eggsy does everything he can to make sure that Harry can’t be without him. Eggsy is constantly there during his recovery, that familiar face and comforting hand Harry needs. When the nightmares start, Eggsy is there. When physio starts, Eggsy is there. When Harry goes home but needs someone to help him around the house? Eggsy volunteers. Eggsy always manages to be there when Harry needs him, guiding his recovery. Maybe even, manipulating it? Maybe things get moved, so Harry’s recovery for depth perception is stalled, and he’s forced to rely on Eggsy a bit more. Maybe Eggsy acts as a crutch more than necessary, insisting on doing things, quietly murmuring reassurances. Endearing himself to Harry. And all the while, between things and work, Eggsy weaves a web of deception, dropping a small thought with Merlin about Harry’s position. A temporary Arthur is in place, but a vote will begin soon to elect the new Arthur. Perhaps Eggsy sets in motion getting Harry to be Arthur. Harry wants to go back into the field, but it’s too dangerous, Eggsy knows. He can’t risk Harry being hurt again. Can’t risk losing him. So he arranges for Harry to become Arthur, and while Harry is upset that he’s elected, he accepts. And Eggsy cheers him on, continues the charade of sweet puppy head over heels for his mentor. It isn’t enough, of course. Eggsy knows that even as Arthur, there are risks. So Eggsy manipulates Harry into believing he needs Eggsy, that Eggsy’s place isn’t out on the field, but at his side, acting as his sword. And when Eggsy becomes Excalibur, and only then, he sets in motions to not only consume Harry’s work life, but the rest of his life. At this point, Harry can’t function without Eggsy, and Eggsy knows it, though Harry doesn’t realize it. Harry still thinks he’s independent. Eggsy acts like he’s leaving, that it’s time for him to return home, and Harry says he’ll be fine. For a moment Eggsy almost believes him. But no, no Harry won’t be. Eggsy has assured that. So after Eggsy leaves, Harry tries to go about his day. But things aren’t where he remembers them. Harry struggles at night. Everything is wrong. He lasts two days before he’s calling Eggsy to have him return, and Eggsy is more than happy too. Eggsy dots on Harry, assures him that he’s happy to help, and Harry is content. Things are perfect, and that creeping darkness in Eggsy seems to settle as they fall into routine. Only, it doesn’t last. Because there’s one thing Eggsy wants, Eggsy needs. And it’s to consummate their relationship, which at this point has edged that razor thin line of friends and more. And when a diplomat tries to sink her claws into Harry, Eggsy knows that he’s done waiting. Harry is his, and he won’t let some monarch from a small eastern European country try to claim what he’s worked so hard for. Maybe Eggsy arranges for an accident. Maybe Eggsy shows Harry what life could be like without Eggsy, how lonely and sad it is. Maybe Eggsy takes a honey pot mission, makes sure Harry sees, sees what he could have, what he’s missing. Maybe when he returns, Harry begs him--but Eggsy doesn’t give in. Not yet. Not until Harry pleads. And then Eggsy breaks him apart and it’s glorious. There’s a dark part of Eggsy. It’s black and vile and vicious, and the only reason he hasn’t slipped into the abyss is because of Harry. His Harry. And no one will ever take him away from Eggsy.