Thank you dearest @kinksman88. Darling Rachel for your delightful alternative view on kingsman tailors and of course your highly anticipated notelet. #hartwin #kinksman88 #rachelhuey88 #harryhart #eggsyunwin #pasdedeux (at Kensington, United Kingdom)
This is for the lovely @kinksman88!! Happy birthday, bb! I hope you have a wonderful day! [blows kisses @ u]
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There are many things about JB that Eggsy likes. He likes his scrunched up face and his curly tail and the ridiculous grunts he lets out whenever he waddles around. He also likes how affectionate he is and how he wiggles whenever Eggsy gets home from work.
However, there are also things that he doesn’t like, such as the rancid silent farts he lets out when they’re settled into bed at night, or the way he always pretends not to understand Eggsy’s commands, even though Eggsy has spent a ridiculous amount of time training him.
It's this same ignoring that JB does when Eggsy ends up taking him into the office with him one day when no one is at home to look after him. Eggsy is mostly catching up on paperwork and doing research for his next mission in a month’s time, and JB spends the majority of the day sleeping in his bed at Eggsy’s feet, quietly snuffling in his sleep as he dreams.
Around noon, JB wakes up and paces around the room, sniffing under the door enough that Eggsy figures he probably needs to piss. Eggsy saves his work, grabs Eggsy’s lead just in case, and then opens the door to let him out into the hallway. In a shocking twist that Eggsy doesn’t expect in the slightest, JB takes off, his tiny legs moving as fast as they can carry him. Eggsy blinks, realises what's happening, and then takes off after him.
“JB!” he yells, but in a twist that isn’t surprising, JB ignores him. “Get back here you little shit!”
But JB continues running, heading past the kitchen, past Harry’s old office, and out into the main entranceway. Thankfully, the door is shut, which means JB can’t escape into the gardens, so instead, he stops, shuffles like he’s stomping his feet, and then starts barking gruffly.
“The fuck are you barking at?” he asks when he finally catches up, and JB spares a look over his shoulder at him, barks again, and then stares back at the door.
With the amount of security around the Kingsman grounds, it’s not like someone could sneak up on the place, so it has to be one of the agents, or maybe Duncan, the grounds-keeper. But JB has met all of them before, and he’s never barked at them, which makes Eggsy suspicious.
He glances around the entranceway, but he knows Roxy’s in Poland for the week, and Merlin is at the London shop taking care of their front. He knows it’s probably stupid, but he draws the handgun from the holster he has hidden at his ankle. He thinks it’s better to be safe than sorry as he flicks the safety off and reaches for the door handle.
“Shut the fuck up,” he tells JB in a hushed whisper when he continues barking, but for once he actually obeys Eggsy, lets out a disgruntled growl, and then falls blessedly silent.
Eggsy stares at him in surprise, momentarily distracted before he opens the door as quietly as he can.
It’s silent outside when Eggsy surveys the area and JB doesn’t move, seeming to be listening out for something himself. But after a minute, just when Eggsy thinks it’s just a false alarm, JB takes off running again, sprinting around the side of the house.
“Shit,” Eggsy swears and follows him carefully, gun positioned so that he can take a shot if he needs to.
When JB disappears around the corner, Eggsy braces for the worst, expecting some kind of villain mastermind like Valentine to be waiting for him. But instead, there’s just a man in soft trousers and a button up shirt. Eggsy slows to a halt, keeping his gun raised as he watches JB stop a few feet away from the man and growl for a few seconds.
“Hello,” the man says gently, raising his hands as though Eggsy is some sort of spooked animal to tame.
“Who the fuck are you?” Eggsy spits out and the man seems to soften around the edges.
“Eggsy,” he says carefully and Eggsy finds himself lowering his gun without even meaning to.
“Harry?” he asks, hating the way his voice breaks.
It would explain how he got onto the grounds without raising the alarm. Harry has been marked as missing in action since his trip to Kentucky, based on the technicality that his body had never been found, which means his information is still live in the database. But they’d sent out a team of specialists to search for him and they’d turned up nothing. And yet there Harry was, right in front of him.
The perfectly coiffed hair he usually had was no longer possible with one side of his head shaved, and he had an impressive wound that had clearly only just had the staples taken out of it. He was also missing an eye, or at least that’s what Eggsy assumed since he had a skin-colored plaster across the area.
“Why the fuck didn’t you just knock?” Eggsy snaps, needing to react somehow and his anger is the easiest thing to reach.
Harry lowers his hands and takes a step forward, causing JB to step closer himself, his tail beginning to wag cautiously.
“I was going to,” Harry tells him. “You beat me to it.”
“Jesus Christ, Harry,” he complains before flicking the safety of his gun on and bending down to slip it back into the holster.
He stands staring at Harry for a long moment after, carefully taking in every detail about him, but it’s the same Harry he knew before Valentine’s shit went down.
Without letting himself think too much about it, Eggsy staggers forward, stepping around JB to reach Harry and throw his arms around him. Harry accepts it as though he knew it was coming the whole time.
“Don’t you fucking dare die on me again,” Eggsy warns, clinging tightly to him, almost afraid to let go in case it’s just another dream—one of the ones he’s kept having ever since Harry never came home.
“I’m sorry,” Harry apologises and Eggsy wants to tell him it’s not his fault for getting shot in the face. No one saw it coming. But instead, Harry continues with, “I’m sorry for what I said before I left.”
It hits like a punch and Eggsy tucks his face into Harry’s throat, not trusting himself to speak.
“JB is a good dog,” Harry says. “I wouldn’t want to shoot him either.”
It’s not just about JB being all Eggsy had at the time to call his own, but it was a matter of trust. Eggsy hasn’t exactly had a lot of people in his life that were good enough to trust. He had no reason to trust Chester King—and it turns out it was perhaps instinctual that he didn’t.
“He heard you,” Eggsy says, carefully drawing himself away from Harry, as much as it pains him. “JB heard you from inside. Guess there’s one thing you can’t sneak past.”
“I wasn’t sneaking, my dear boy,” Harry teases, and Eggsy’s chest tightens.
Harry is home again. And maybe one day they’ll work together again. Or maybe Harry will retire and Eggsy will visit him on his days off and Harry will share the good biscuits he keeps in a tin behind the tea bags and they’ll talk and it’ll be like Harry never left.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Eggsy blurts out and Harry smiles softly.
“I am too, Eggsy.”
JB takes the opportunity to finally inch close enough to Harry to sniff him and, upon finally seeming to realise it’s Harry, he wiggles excitedly and jumps up at him. Harry smiles fondly at him and bends down carefully to scoop him up. Eggsy wants to protest that maybe Harry should take it easy, but it’s been months and Harry is probably sick to death of being careful and taking it easy.
JB licks at his face and Harry smiles.
“How about a cup of tea?” Harry asks. “And maybe a treat for JB?”
“Yeah,” Eggsy says, trying to keep from smiling too broadly. “We can do that.”
Thank you so very much for giving me yet another reason to invest in some art work. I must say, the level of talent presented by yourself and colleagues @aiwa-sensei, @cjoints, Furachi_K and @meetingyourmaker is dizzyingly high.
As for your concerns about painting myself, Merlin and young Galahad in compromising positions, I really wouldn’t fret.
You aren’t the first and (hopefully) wont be the last.
Please, as always, keep me abreast of any new work I may find space for in my drawing room.
Guess what came in the mail today???? :D A huge thank you to the talented and amazing @kinksman88 for her generosity for us fic writers! I'm very pleased to finally have a Kingsman fanbook with me in London :) And a massive thanks to the lovely and sweet @miss-bronte for nominating me to receive this wonderful gift. I'm honored that you like my writing <3
“During my perusal of Tumblr, I was fortunate enough to spot some artwork by an incredibly talented young artist who goes by the interesting name of kinksman88.
Usually, having ones image captured, for a spy, is a bad thing, and whilst I do not particularly enjoy seeing my likeness captured and displayed--this was simply too precious to pass up to add to my personal collection.
She was very kindly sold me a copy of this delightful artwork and has sent me an adorable little missive.
Thank you so very much, dearest Rachel, and please...do keep me informed of future projects.
Sunday Best (with the hottest postcards i’m able to call my own)
by the wonderful @kinksmann88
in this case i’m especially sorry i didn’t thank the dear rachel earlier. it was so irksome the first print didn’t turn out like you wanted it to be. u__u
thank you for putting your effort in it! sunday best is a great illustration book and i love the postcards and prints. they will definitly get their place on my walls. °v°
next to rachels beautiful artworks there are illustrations included from @aiwa-sensei, @meetingyourmaker, @cjoints and K. the selected pictures with their individual styles create (of course) diffirent vibes and are a pleasure (or fun) to look at. :D
you can get your own copy ->right here<-. and check out rachels other works! :)