Harry unwrapped the wool jumper in a wonderful forest green with Celtic patterns, similar to the one he was always stealing from Merlin's side of the wardrobe the most often.
"Now you can stop stealing mine and both of us can be warm," Merlin said, like a fool. Harry smiled and kissed him.
"Thank you, darling."
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The next morning, Harry came down for breakfast in Merlin's old jumper with the mended hole under the arm.
Merlin had known to gift Harry a jumper that he himself would like to wear. Harry clearly wouldn't touch it until it took Merlin's scent.
triss didn’t mind the root that dug into her back through the thin blanket or the pine needles tangling in her hair as she squirmed until philippa’s clever, teasing fingers. she had been raised the daughter of respectable merchants before the luxury of aretuza and then the temerian court. the cool damp of the woods was a novelty that only heightened the thrill triss felt at philippa’s attention.
they were alone here, nothing and no one that could prove to be more important than triss. but it was a stolen moment. philippa sat at the center of a web, so enormous and intricate triss could barely fathom it. she reached up, dragging her thumb over phillipa’s sharp cheekbones, earning her a smile. a smile that would have to sustain her while she picked twigs out of her hair, alone.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
As I write the ending of this huge fic which has literally taken over my life for 3.5 months I feel the need to share it again with all you peeps so that you might see how far it has come and enjoy it with me.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Rape/Non-Con (Not between the pairing but an evil act by others)
Pairing: Harry Hart | Galahad/ Merlin/ Gary “Eggsy” Unwin
The A/B/O Polyamorous Kingsman fanfic which turns this trope on its head, explores interesting gender assumptions and kicks ass. Oh and soulmates and happy endings!
(Oh wow that’s awful. Harry’s hands were weird in this pic, which is why they’re… blobby.)
For the wonderful @hartwinorlose, who’s always there when I need to babble. 💚💚💚💚
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Eggsy had always been weird.
Everyone was born with a band of skin on their non-dominant wrist that changed colors with their soulmate’s mood. Once met, this band would pulse with their heartbeat as well, so long as both parties were mature. If one wasn’t, both bands would lay still.
Very few were born without, though some were born with black bands. Some had bands that stayed black.
Even fewer were the ones who were born with more than one band.
Eggsy had two.
He was teased for it as a child, to the point where he wore a cover around it. The cover was normally used in professional settings, as the play of colors could be distracting.
Like many, Eggsy grew excited when he reached the age of 15, as that was the universal age of maturity, and the time the beat would start.
Unfortunately neither began to beat, and Eggsy accepted this as a bitter disappointment and moved on.
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The day he met both (both!) of his soulmates was long and difficult.
It began with a phone call to avoid jail. His cover had been confiscated, and he was nervously running his hand over both bands.
Both were their normal colors, one a soothing blue, the other a light gray. Eggsy wouldn’t call it dull, as it was his soulmate, but it was plain. Gentle colors flickered, reflecting the flickers of emotion both felt.
The gray went white, then dark gray. Eggsy stared at it in shock as it slowly faded back to light gray, with a winding dark gray thread.
And then the other went white. However, it didn’t turn to dark gray, instead going to gray-red.
Eggsy knew his soulmates had been in contact - he had noticed they tended to react to each other (love being a particularly beautiful shade of blue and gray on the bands of the same color), and this, this was scary.
He tugged the sleeve of the jacket he wore down over them, just before the officer came in to let him go. As he stepped out and down the steps, a man spoke to him.
As he turned to look, he felt one of his bands begin to thump, and his heart leapt at the sight of one of his soulmates.
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Nearly 6 hours later, Eggsy stood in front of the tailor shop he’d been directed to, heart still thumping from the adrenaline of being threatened and running here.
He’d never been angrier, and honestly thought at that point he hated one of his soulmates, one Harry Hart. He stormed in, ready to demand answers, only to get sidetracked by Harry’s story.
“Where the hell are we?” He demanded as they wandered through the enormous underground complex, heart thumping in amazement.
“Welcome to Kingsman, Eggsy,” was his response as Harry stopped in front of a bald man, sharing a smile with him quickly.
“Galahad, you’re late. As is your nominee,” the man greeted Harry.
“Ah, Merlin, this is Eggsy Unwin,” Harry said with a smile.
Merlin glanced at Eggsy, then gestured for him to follow him.
It was only later, as Eggsy lay staring up at the ceiling, that he realized one of the people he’d met recently was his other soulmate.
God, it better not be Charlie…
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As time passed, Eggsy tried to figure out who his second soulmate. To his relief, it wasn’t Charlie.
It also wasn’t Roxy, who showed him her black band their second week. He showed her two and she squealed something about a triad and hugged him. He flailed a bit before managing to escape.
“I’m glad you approve,” he sighed, smiling at her enthusiasm.
He sighed again, heavier, as he thought about the mysterious person.
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One day, Harry’s heartbeat stuttered, then resumed. The other heartbeat sped up immediately. Heart pounding, Eggsy excused himself and headed for the bathroom, peeling off his cuff as soon as he was locked in a stall.
The familiar blue was a dark, almost black, gray, and the other was a darker gray than normal, threaded through with orange.
Eggsy nearly collapsed. The only reassurance he had was that the beat continued on. He took several deep breaths, splashed water in his face at the sink, put his cuff back, and headed back to class, holding a neutral look on his face.
Shortly afterwards, Merlin stepped in and said simply, “Eggsy.”
He stood immediately, letting the confusion and worry he felt show on his face, and followed Merlin out.
Merlin took him to medical, and led him into a private room, where Harry lay serenely.
“Holy shit, what happened?” Eggsy blurted, and Merlin sighed.
“We don’t know, and we won’t till he wakes up,” Merlin told him. “I showed you as he is your mentor, but keep this secret.”
“Yes, Merlin,” Eggsy said, and went back to class, somewhat soothed.
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The aftermath of the jump was terrible. Eggsy sat in the dorm, staring at his shaking hands. His heart was still pounding from the aftermath of terror and rage.
His only regret was blowing up at Merlin. He should have known.
He frowned as he noticed one of his heartbeats was… different.
Harry’s was faster. He sat straight up and began to smile. Harry was awake!
He pulled off his cuff and stared down at the almost forgotten blue, and the play of colors, including strains of orange. He decided to visit Harry.
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As he approached the door, he gently tugged on JB’s leash. “Behave, dog.”
JB huffed, and Eggsy opened the door, smiling at the admonishment he received.
“It’s good to see you awake, Harry,” he told his mentor.
“Ah, thank you, Eggsy,” Harry responded, surprised. “It’s good to be awake.”
Merlin knocked then.
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Eggsy stepped out and leaned back against the wall next to the cracked door, sighing in relief.
At the end, he heard faintly, “Why did you wake now, Harry?”
Harry chuckled. “I think it was our third.”
Eggsy’s eyes widened as Merlin inhaled sharply. “What?”
I woke up to their heartbeat going insane and their band white and sickly green. Not exactly what I wanted to see. As I watched, their heartbeat stayed strong, and red intertwined the white and green, before going pink.”
Merlin stood silent, before saying, “I wasn’t paying attention during the drop. Eggsy and Roxanne decided to wait to pull and I was afraid we’d have to fill two of the body bags.”
The two were silent, then Harry ventured quietly, “You don’t think…?”
Merlin responded immediately. “I don’t. Roxanne has a black band, and Eggsy, well. I’m not sure. He wears a cover over his. Maybe…”
Harry hummed, and Eggsy fled.
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Eggsy bided his time, trying to find the courage to confess.
He didn’t get the chance.
He failed the final test, only finding out later from Roxy they hadn’t had the same test at all, and then he was gone, running away, trying to beat Dean and then ending up at Harry’s house (and what time is an argument over his failure to just blurt out “I’m your soulmate!”?) and then.
And then.
Harry was dead.
Staring between the camera feed and the quiet black band on his wrist, Eggsy felt his entire world crack in two.
The dampened noise from the Kingsman christmas party upstairs got louder when the door opened and young Galahad stepped through, making a beeline for Hamish's desk. As second in command, he was in charge while Merlin was upstairs.
"What are you doing?" Hamish asked, raising an eyebrow when Galahad poured whisky into his coffee cup.
"Spreading Christmas cheer!"
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"You're a bad spy," Galahad said, stretched out on Merlin's couch.
"Thanks," Hamish said flatly, not having touched the alcohol while on duty.
