#dark!hartwin

[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.

[ohnobi-wankenobi]

Daily Drabble #16

Prompt: “Cannibal hartwin” (discussed with @shadowsdaughter) - warning: this will be gory and quite dark, so feel free to skip over this if that isn’t your cup of tea.

Eggsy hovered over Harry, watching him handle the knife carefully as he started cutting out the man’s appendix with precision that rivalled a trained surgeon. The man was still screaming and yelling, but his cries fell upon deaf ears. Harry was concentrating on the slow removal of the man’s organs and Eggsy couldn’t find it in him to care anymore.

“See here, Eggsy, the appendix is completely useless.”

Eggsy nodded, although not really paying attention.

“Can I do ‘is spleen? Please?” He asked, looking over Harry’s shoulder.

The man had stopped screaming and trying to weakly get out of Harry’s grasp. He’d blacked out, from the blood loss or sheer pain, neither of them cared.

“You’ll do it carefully, agreed? I don’t want you damaging the stomach.” Harry instructed sternly, holding out the knife that was slick with blood.

The body before them was more comparable to a gruesome mass of torn tissue and shredded blood vessels. The stupid graphic t-shirt he’d been wearing was soaked to the point of black, oversaturated with blood and ripped in a way that nobody could fix. His abdomen wasn’t much better, the skin and muscle cut apart in a grim parody of a woman’s cesarean. Beside his slack hand was a thin tube. It was his appendix, having been painstakingly carved from his body by Harry’s steady hands.

Eggsy took Harry’s place, kneeling beside the body. He held the knife poised between his deft fingers, itching to feel the warmth only another human body could provide. He slowly began to pick away all the surrounding veins and blood vessels, ready to scoop out the fist-sized lump. He sunk his hand into the dark, bloody mess of the man’s system of organs, exhaling softly at the odd comfort it brought. He closed his hand around the organ, squeezing it slightly as he pulled it up and dropped it beside the appendix.

“Where next?”

Harry had watched the way Eggsy carved up the body, seeing the slight tremor hinting to the frenzy lurking beneath the surface. He could tell how desperate he was to just start tearing the body apart, using teeth or nails and knives, whatever he could to dig at the flesh and rip it away from the bone.

“Wherever you please, my boy.” Harry murmured, his breath hot on the back of Eggsy’s neck.

The twisted smirk that dawned on Eggsy’s face was the last thing Harry saw before it all went to hell.

[damntective]

English not first language. Lots of mistakes must be expected.

This is an hypothetical last chapter of this headcanon..A few changes were made.

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He knows the room’s not empty,  he can feel it in the way the air vibrates.

Eggsy walks nonchalantly toward the massive suite’s window pretending he hasn’t noticed he’s not alone. It’s easier like this.

The suite enjoys a very privileged location in the last floor of the “Norphia Hotel” and the sight from there is simply breathtaking. Berlin is deliciously quiet that night. Stormy clouds slowly advancing through the sky just like the steps he is hearing coming from behind.

Eggsy can see his reflection easily.

He doesn’t turn. Not yet.

There’s the distant sound of thunders.

The steps come to a halt.

The world holds its breath.

Eggsy smiles.

“It seems that ‘The Walking Dead’ wasn’t just fiction afterall”.

There is no answer to his statement so he turns deliberately slow, ready to face the man whose aparently fake death he mourned for the past three years.

Harry hasn’t changed but yet he’s changed.

The first thing Eggsy notices is the bespoke suit. Harry wears it like a second skin, so sharp that can cut you into pieces. Nothing new about that.

But the color, the color is different.

The completely black suit makes Eggsy feel like he is looking directly into the Space just after a supernova implosion.  The shirt is black too. Plain. No patterns. The only touch of color given by the striped maroon tie.

And the bright red scar that crosses his left eyebrow.

“You seem unimpressed by my presence here tonight”. Harry’s voice is slow and dark, almost a whisper. It matches perfectly his new appearance.

Eggsy holds his gaze, unashamed. His eyes are still the color of whiskey but emotionless. He looks infinitely more dangerous. But Eggsy is not taken aback so easily.

“Dissociation”, he says pointedly. “ I needed to learn to detach myself from my feelings. They thought me very well as it turns out”.

Eggsy knows that it doesn’t need explanation. Harry knows who they  are. Kingsman exhaustive researches have surely done all the dirty work. It fact, Harry probably knows more than Eggsy himself.

He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care at the least. He’s here because he’s on a “mission”. Has job to do.

“Are you going to kill me, Eggsy?” Harry says matter-of-factly like he’s reading his thoughts. His eyes don’t flick. Never leaving Eggsy’s face.

Eggsy bites is own bottom lip and that seems to put Harry out of his trance.

“Please, Harry, don’t be such a fool and think for a moment I’m the same man you once knew”

He, in fact, isn’t. Since the moment the plane landed in Germany and he found his new “job”. Months of blood, alcohol and sex trying to fill out the hollow in his heart exactly the shape of Harry fucking  Hart. He was managing it quite well.

Suddenly, Harry’s hand is touching his face, tilting it up a bit.

“Oh, my darling boy. Neither I am”.

And then the fight starts.

Eggsy’s well aimed punch is easily blocked but he’s fast enough to avoid Harry’s iron grip. Exactly two seconds later Eggsy’s in the opposite side of the suite. Breathing loudly.

Harry is walking towards him, smiling and ready to another round.

There’s something terribly obscene in the way he moves, like he owns the fucking place and Eggsy can barely stands it.

Years of parkour helps him to run towards Harry and switch the direction in the last moment. That, apparently, catches Harry off guard so is easy for Eggsy to throw him to the floor and kick him right in the mouth.

Harry hisses and roll to his side just to barely avoid another punch but he stands up quickly enough to throws himself towards Eggsy and this time the first blow is unavoidable.  And the second one.

He manages to block the third one and takes advantage in Harry’s suddenly loss of balance over him.

When they both face each other, standing, bleeding and breathless, the guns are out, pointing to each other jaw. Both ready to shoot at the slightest movement.

They are incredibly close, Eggsy notices. And Harry’s looking at him again. He’s completely different now. Eggsy watched, first row, thank you, what happened in Kentucky. He knows what Harry was capable of. And he’s seen it again, just minutes ago. As if all the Kingsman training were mainly aimed to keep the beast behind crystal glass. Because Harry is, above all, a gentleman. But the glass is breaking. And Eggsy can see the animal inside.

And he understand him. Fort the first time in his life, Eggsy feels as if he is looking at Harry at the same level, not from miles under. His own hands are stained in blood too. Too much blood. And he craves for more. More violence, more everything.

Their  breaths are heavy. Harry is looking at him with such an intensity Eggsy’s sure it’d set him of fire. He’d happily let himself be burnt by it. If he doesn’t pull the trigger first.

“You weren’t trying to kill me” Eggsy deadpans. “I’ve seen you fighting before. I’ve spent almost three years watching all your footages. All your missions. You never make mistakes.”

He pauses. And then adds.

“Am I your first mistake, Harry?”

He ends the sentence with a sardonic smile. Harry answers it by caressing Eggsy’s jaw with the gun barrel. He’s smiling too. Dangerous. Lethal.

“It’d be a pleasure for me to see you dying by my hand, Eggsy.  I’d make sure it was slow, sweet and painful. But not today, I’m afraid”.

The light thread of Eggsy’s blood running from his temple is leaving small dots on Harry’s gun and he seems oddly fascinated by it.

“Besides, I left my right side unguarded twice and you saw it but you didn’t take advance of the situation. So, or your current training is far from being as impressive as I originally expected, and give your taste for violence I’m sure it isn’t the case, or you weren’t trying to kill me either”.

Eggsy lets out a hollow laugh and lowers  his gun. Harry does the same one second after.

“Yes, you’re right. It seems I can’t find the courage to simply shoot at you afterall”.

Even now that he isn’t facing the window he can feel how the heavy clouds are slowly turning into a storm outside. But there’s another storm inside, too. Equally unavoidable but much more personal.

“I see” Harry says. “What a tremendous inconvenience. That weakness of yours”.

(To be continued).

[elletromil]

I have this sort of idea that Harry and Eggsy are the 'parents' of dark!Harry's organization. Harry is the force and Eggsy is the affection but both would go to bat for their people. You can't have an effective cartel without earning your people's loyalty and they've worked hard at that. I have feelings.

Yes! Like you have to make people want to work for you, but you still need to show them that trying to take over your place would be a very bad idea for your continuing existence.

Oh! But imagine Eggsy being so very very nice with everyone and flirty and there are some who thinks he’s just some kind of trophy for Harry. Yet trophy or not, he would still have access to sensitive information so they try to seduce him away from Harry.

And Harry does nothing, so people think he’s not attentive to his lover.

Until whoever wants to take over finally make an unmistakable move against Harry and Harry just smile sweetly after stopping them. “I know you wanted some quality time with my husband (and they’re like what husband nobody told us it was your husband). You’re going to have your wish”

And Eggsy waves at them sweetly before torturing them to death to make an example out of them.

[elletromil]

It makes perfect sense when you think about it. Harry must appear to be in control in every aspect of his life because the criminal underworld is a dangerous place. If your rivals smell weakness, you die. He's always on his guard, but he can let go of that with Eggsy. Eggsy lets him lay down his burdens and give over control and ownership and responsibility. Eggsy makes the choices so that Harry doesn't have to. Eggsy takes care of him and outside Harry takes care of everyone else.

YES EXACTLY

You’re putting actual words on that vague idea of mine, you wonderful being

But yeah, dom!Eggsy would be all about caring about Harry. I imagine he would ‘punish’ Harry only when he knows Harry has fucked up. Eggsy would be like “no babe you did not”, Harry would protest of course and Eggsy would be like “are arguing with me? Really?”. Harry would gulped at Eggsy’s dark smile, but his blood would get pumping too…

[bulletproof-gentleman-blog]

Okay, but a Hannibal/Hartwin AU with Harry as Hannibal and Eggsy as Will. diomiota​‘s idea~ I just want well-dressed murder!husbands. ;D    "Chester thinks I need therapy,” Eggsy says. He kicks his legs out in a slouch and lets himself enjoy the crisp line of Harry’s suit. Across from him, Dr. Harry Hart cuts a fine figure with that gorgeous, expensive material which sits so perfectly on his shoulders and-- well-- everywhere else too.  Dr. Hart watches Eggsy for a silent moment before taking his glasses off so he can wipe them clean while the two of them speak of Chester King. Harry dislikes how poorly Chester treats the young Eggsy Unwin because men like him are rare and should not be used so irresponsibly. Well, Harry has been meaning to teach Chester a lesson on how to treat his things for a while now.  “What you need is a way out of dark places when Detective King sends you there,” he says instead. Though, truthfully, he would enjoy having Eggsy Unwin to himself and at his side. Harry is an apex predator and the type of man who hunts alone but he would be interested in taking Eggsy under his wing. The boy would cut a fine fillet after all.  Eggsy snorts in answer and steeples his fingers together. “Last time he sent me to a dark place I brought somethin’ back.”  Oh yes, Harry muses, a special young man indeed. 

[bulletproof-gentleman-blog]

getinthefuckingjaeger

reblogged your post and added:

MOTHERFUCK NOW I GOT IDEAS. NO. STOP. DONT YOU DARE

CANT STOP WONT STOP.  Share the ideas with the class~~~ 

[bulletproof-gentleman-blog]

and i’m feeling good

Lethal. That is what your boy has become. Merlin always said that you were an excellent teacher-- the perfect mentor with a light but sturdy hand. You never expected your lovely protege to become so prolific following in your footsteps. So devastating. After Kentucky, you were never quite the same were you, Harry? Kingsman just didn't hold the same appeal as it had before so you tried something a little different and maybe Valentine was on the right track after all. Now you make the world tremble. And Eggsy Unwin is the only force on this earth that will put you in your grave as you are the very thing you once dedicated your life to destroying-- and it feels so good. And he will come for you. He’ll put a gun to your temple and you’ll feel the cool kiss of metal instead of his and you imagine that he’ll sit astride your lap and slide the barrel along your jaw so it is nestled against your chin. He’ll lean forward to kiss you farewell and his kiss will be bitter from his tears but all the sweeter. bang, bang. Perhaps you underestimate the boy and when he stands in front of you, ready to take your crown, you’ll hold your hand out and offer him a place at your side instead. And he’ll accept-- sheep to fold-- where he belongs. After all, your boy was always full of surprises now wasn't he? 

for fuckmeharryhart in exchange for my dark!harry video. :)