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Hope and Good Intentions by potentiality_26
Fandoms: Kingsman: The Secret Service (2015)
30 Nov 2016
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"Hope ain't ever foolish," Eggsy said.
The seriousness in his expression as he said it made him look old. It made him look like something else- and Harry wondered why exactly hope was so important to him. Perhaps, Harry thought, it wasn’t good intentions that the road to hell was paved with but hope. After all, hope was why Harry was here, clinging desperately to the notion that he might not have to play the terrible hand he had been dealt after all. That a miracle- or in this case something significantly less holy- would come along and make everything all right. Harry knew perfectly well that the world didn’t work like that.
Except maybe it did, because Eggsy’s lips pulled up into a now-familiar smirk and he said, “I’m gonna fix all this up nice for you, Harry. You'll see.”
Harry Hart just sold his soul to a demon in a snapback.
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Hope and Good Intentions by potentiality_26 (WorkID: 8693419)Summary: Not long after that, Harry heard a knock at the upstairs door. It opened, and Eggsy’s voice called down, “Harry? Can I talk to you?”
Given his irrepressible nature, Harry had expected keeping Eggsy out of his inner sanctum to be much trickier than it had turned out to be. Actually, Eggsy was very good about respecting his privacy and- as far as he could tell- that of everyone else as well. “You can come down,” Harry called back. There was nothing here to hide from him anymore.
“Oooh,” Eggsy said, bounding down the stairs without delay. “Just when I was starting to get jealous.”
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Chapter 2
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“I’m Eggsy, by the way. And I didn’t need your help,” he added, teasing more than anything. He didn’t want to scare not-yet-Harry off- but he didn’t want Harry thinking he was some damsel in distress either. Not at all.
“I’m Harry.” And Eggsy only had a second to savor the name and how perfect it was before he added, “And just because you didn’t need help doesn’t mean you didn’t deserve it.”
“I’m not… that, you know. A rent boy.”
“His behavior wouldn’t have been any less abominable if you were.”
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“Clear off, Charlie,” Eggsy said without looking at him again.
“Wait a second,” Charlie said, “he’s my-”
“No. He’s mine.”
“Here now,” Charlie said. “I have a quota.”
Eggsy looked up at Harry, and Harry just knew his eyes were still glowing with unearthly light. Harry- the Harry who was there with Eggsy in his memory- was staring off into the distance, as Harry knew he often did when he was too drunk to completely understand what was going on around him, but still desperately trying to look sober. Eggsy took his hands. “You want it to be me, don’t you? You pick me, right? Not him.”
Harry met Eggsy’s eyes, and again he didn’t need to be able to see Eggsy- not to know what he must have seen in that moment. A gorgeous boy with parted lips and yellow eyes that were somehow sweet, somehow beautiful. Of course he said, “Yes.”
“Say it’s me. I can get you out of the trouble you're in, okay? Just say you want it to be me.”
“I want you,” Harry said.
And Eggsy smiled. Harry misspoke, a little, but that was okay. Actually, that was perfect. Eggsy set his jaw and threw a vindicated look in Charlie’s direction, but already he was moves and moves ahead, thinking about how he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to Harry. How Charlie was an idiot, and Eggsy could do whatever he would have done with networking and a bit of elbow grease. He wouldn’t need Harry’s soul to make everything all right for him. And while he was at it, he’d get this gorgeous, too-nice man to say he wanted him again, and mean it in the right way- in the best way- before he was through. Those were the words Harry had given him, and those were the ones he’d keep.
Harry rocked a little, close to tipping over. Eggsy caught him easily, sitting down in the booth next to him and letting Harry's head rest on his hip, playing with Harry's hair and thinking how soft it was.
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I know I said I would give you time, and I will. I just wanted to ask if it's been long enough yet. Because I'd really like to come home.
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"I'm in the process of buying a house," Harry said slowly. "I'd like to know what you think of it."
Eggsy kept his distance, but his face lit up. "That mean I can come back?"
"If you would promise me one thing, yes. I need you to be honest with me now- as best you can. I know there will be things I won't be able to understand, but... I need the truth from you. Even if it's just to say you can't say."
Eggsy nodded jerkily. "You got it, Harry."
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“Maybe you got something else I'd wanna trade you for, yeah?”
“What sort of something?" Harry asked.
Eggsy pressed just faintly closer. "I want a suit, Harry.”
“I already made you one.” Harry pointed to it. He felt like his heart was in a vice. He couldn’t decide if it was a good feeling or a bad one.
“Well, I want another one." Eggsy smoothed his hands up Harry's shirtfront. "There’s no substitute for a good suit, right? And this one’s gotta be the best, so it’ll probably take you a while. And if it’s not good enough you might even have to make another, because I’m gonna pay you a lot.”
“What are you going to pay me?”
“I’m gonna pay you me. I’m gonna stick around and work in your shop and just be with you for as long as you want me to. Hopefully forever.”
All Harry could do for a moment was stare at Eggsy's earnest face. Finally he managed: “And you’re allowed to make this kind of bargain, are you?”
“Your soul is your main currency. My presence is mine. I'm not even allowed to work with more than one person at a time. Doesn’t really matter what Valentine or even the big boss thinks about it- as long as I’m not spending more power than I naturally have, it’s nothing to do with them. I just made a bad deal. That happens sometimes.”
Harry closed what remained of the distance between them and rested his forehead against Eggsy's. This might, he thought, actually work.
“And when ‘hopefully forever’ is over?” he asked.
“We’ll renegotiate,” Eggsy said.
Harry barked out a laugh. He wasn't sure exactly what that would entail- but he knew now that Eggsy wouldn't let him go easily, even to the very end.
"We got a deal?” Eggsy asked softly.
Harry closed his eyes. "Yes," he whispered. "I believe we do.”
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