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soulmate meme ;
▸ post your character ◂
▸ you're now in a universe where destined soul mates exist! ◂
▸ rng for the type of au and for the ~situation~ ◂
▸ tag around ♥ ◂

type of au;

1. tats, your character has a tattoo of the first words the love of their life will say to them
2. familiars, your character has an animal tattoo representing their soul mate on them
3. glow, the first time your character sees their soul mate, their chests glow!
4. world in color, life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time
5. choose your own, i'm definitely missing a milly because i'm lazy, pick your own

situation;

1. first meeting, you've never met this person before.
2. childhood mates, you've always known this person -- but on one particular birthday, everything changes.
3. together, you've been in a relationship for awhile now! happily wed or not, you decide.
4. not together, you've known you're soul mates for a long time, and yet have avoided a relationship.
5. choose your own, self explanatory c:

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[ooc: interested in a harry?]

( ooc: Absolutely! Do your worst c: )

[wildcarding the hell out of this.]

[There was nothing more frustrating, in Harry's opinion, than the small line of numbers on the inside of his wrist that had bloomed into color on his thirteenth birthday. The numbers were different for everyone - a birthdate, an age, a time, coordinates; it was all some sort of magic ingrained into every living person and was significant in some way. He might meet his soulmate then, they could realize their feelings at that exact moment, or anything, really, and because of that, there wasn't an aspect of it all that didn't annoy the shit out of him most days.

Assuming he was correct, his was a time of day. 09:16.45

Twice a day, everyday, for the rest of his fucking life he'd encounter people who might be his other half, better half knowing himself. At first, he was enthusiastic as anyone, looking to the other person to see if their mark would confirm that Harry was theirs, but that was the rub, wasn't it? He'd only know that someone else was his soulmate if their mark proved him to be. Seven hundred and thirty people every year might be his, and it was frustrating to say the least.

And here he was, close to half a century and no soulmate to speak of. Work helped, and a heavy dose of cynicism for the process did as well, but there was a small part of the boy he'd used to be inside him still and that boy very much wanted to be whole.]

Alright, Eggsy?

[It was almost a year past v-day, Galahad was now Arthur, and he'd gone home early to recover from a migraine; it was getting close to nine in the evening now. The front door of his flat is swung wide, and the younger agent stands on the other side. Harry can't help the soft smile, stepping aside with a brow raised.]

( Eggsy didn't get his mark until he was sixteen years old. It had been a source of great embarrassment to him in his earlier teenage years: all of his friends had theirs, most of the other kids in his class had theirs, but Eggsy's took its sweet time to develop. Michelle did her best to make him feel better - said that the longer the mark took to form, the deeper the connection would be - but even now, he isn't sure whether what she's said was true or just intended to soothe him.

Either way, three months after his sixteenth birthday Eggsy felt a slight prickle on the inside of his wrist. He was finally going to be able to begin looking for his soulmate.

09:16.45

Since then he's always kept it hidden under a watch strap or a thin fashion bracelet. Eggsy views it as something intensely personal - it's meant for him and the person he's supposed to belong to - and he doesn't like the idea of just anyone being able to read his number and start making assumptions. All in all he's done a good job in keeping it private - and that's with numerous Kingsman fittings taken into account.

And speaking of ... )

Hey, Harry.

( Eggsy beams at his mentor as he steps in through the front door. Working as a Kingsman agent has been more than enough to distract him from his soulmate searching; ever since Harry came back from the dead Eggsy found his resolve reinforced, and he takes jobs whenever he can get them. More recently, however, he's turned his attention to dealing with Harry, who everyone knows has suffered from terrible migraines since the events of Kentucky. )

Thought I'd bring you over some dinner, but Merlin made me finish my fuckin' reports first.

( He holds up a bag of take-away and feels his smile turn sheepish. Really, he isn't subtle in his need to take care of him. )

It's - um. Thai? It should be good tomorrow if you already ate tonight. Just stick it in the fridge.

[The younger man smiles at him, charming as always in a way that's distinctly Eggsy, and he's disarmed by the expression. It's only the years of training under his belt that help him maintain his distance, that keep him from showing just how enamored he actually is of the younger man. Their age difference plays a part, but not a significant one. Eggsy being well into his twenties, can, quite frankly, make consenting decisions at to what he wants all on his own. It's not that they work together or that Harry is now at the head of the table, holding a position of authority over the other man.

Rather, it all comes back to those damn numbers on his wrist - 09:16.45.

Eggsy kept his hidden from sight, which wasn't necessarily uncommon, but he did have them and didn't want anyone to see them. Harry's were never visible, though that was due to the style of clothing he wore over the active choice to cover the numbers. They both had soulmates waiting, Eggsy more likely than Harry. It would be unfair to do anything, like forming intimate attachments that would have to be broken, and cause either of them pain in the future. He might be a selfish prick upon occasion, but hurting Eggsy wasn't something he wanted to do.]

Good evening, Eggsy.

[But he really does make it fucking difficult for Harry to keep his composure when he stops by his home all sheepish smiles, pale skin, and doing nothing to hide the fact that he's there to make sure Harry's alright.

Stepping to the side, he guides Eggsy in with a hand at the small of his back.]

I haven't eaten.

[He'd tossed back two paracetamol, and immediately laid down. Food had been the last thing on his mind, but now that Eggsy's brought it over, he realizes he's quite hungry.]

You'll join me, won't you?

[He shuts the door behind them, hand never leaving Eggsy's back.]

( The hopeless teenage girl in Eggsy swears he feels heat blossom beneath the spot where Harry touches his back. Just when he thinks he's over his inappropriate crush his mentor will do something utterly devastating - he'll smile, for example - and Eggsy will have to work extra hard to make sure that the hearts fluttering around his chest don't reach his eyes. )

You sure? Won't be any leftovers if I hang around.

( He moves a little closer. It seems instinctive more than anything else, but when he realises that he might be invading Harry's personal space he clears his throat and takes a step back.

Sometimes Eggsy has to remind himself that he has to behave properly around Harry. The man isn't interested. The fact that he hasn't discovered his soulmate yet is clearly an indication that he isn't looking for that kind of relationship, and Eggsy doesn't want to embarrass himself. )

... I'll get it on the plates, you sort out drinks? I bet you got some fancy beer stashed away somewhere.

( He flashes another little grin in Harry's direction before moving through to the kitchen, where he tries to distract himself from pining after his host by dishing up the food. )

How're you feelin' now, anyway? Must've been a fuck of a migraine to send you home.

Yes, Eggsy. [He was certain the food would be delicious, and as good the second time around as most takeout was, Harry wanted the company more than he'd ever care about day old Thai.] I detest leftovers. Absolutely hate them.

[Harry says it with a hint of amusement, teasing. That magnetism, that delicate pull of an invisible thread attached somewhere at his core yearns to tug him in, bring him close to Eggsy, but then he makes a sound and steps back. A subtle, though clearly heard, way of letting the older man know he was doing something that Eggsy didn't want.

He isn't interested, he'd know if he were.]

Will a Guinness do? I'm afraid I'm all out of fancy beer.

[It wouldn't taste the same as a pint at the pub, but there was a widget in the bottle that replenished the head after each sip, giving it that creamy taste. He assumed that Eggsy wouldn't mind what drink Harry chose, he'd have asked for something specific if he did, and he had a soft spot for this particular brand.

Talk of his recovery is still a sore spot. Harry can no longer work in the field, at least not in the capacity that he could before, but this is Eggsy. A young man with multitudes of untapped potential and who, after everything he's been through, still cares about other people. Even an old man with vision problems in one eye and a tremor in his right hand that won't go away. How can he be grumpy about it when it's Eggsy who is asking after him?

He leaves the kitchen, setting the bottles on the table.]

Better, Eggsy. It was - [Of course, like the dramatic scene in the middle of a film, a ripple of pain cascades out from his temple and for a moment he can't catch his breath. The bottle tips and he reaches out to grab the back of a chair.] Fucking shit.

Guinness is fine. Harry - ?

( Eggsy's by his side in a heartbeat, one hand against his forearm while the other hovers at his waist. He knows it's important for Harry to feel as though he's managing on his own - which he is, for the most part - but Eggsy desperately wants to be able to help to alleviate his pain. )

Here, you just have a sit down.

( He removes his jacket and cufflinks then rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. It's a little more comfortable that way; he always feels at home with Harry, like he doesn't necessarily have to remain so 'put together', and he drapes his jacket over the back of a chair before helping him into the seat. Eggsy even gives his shoulder a little squeeze before heading back through to fetch their plates. )

You gotta call me if you ever need anythin', y'know? I know I keep sayin' it, but I mean it.

( Harry's plate is set down before him, followed by a knife and fork. Eggsy has diplomatically binned the disposable chopsticks and brought a knight and fork for himself as well; Harry's had a bad day and he has a slight tremor, and he doesn't want to make eating a struggle for him. When he's seated himself, he reaches over and lets their fingers brush for a moment.

The fact that his rolled-up sleeves expose the row of numbers inside his wrist is forgotten in the face of Harry's health. )

[There's a rapid succession of lightening fast pain that radiates down so far that he can almost feel it in his fingertips, hand flexing and face overly warm. His vision blurs and he only makes it to a sitting position because of Eggsy. As much as he hates the younger man seeing this way, it's soothing to be supported and helped when he needs it the most, and he's been told once or twice that a good dose of humility would do him wonders, unfortunately he's experiencing it now.

He concentrates on breathing as Eggsy retrieves their food, and he's dully aware that at some point Eggsy's removed enough of his suit so that he can be comfortable.]

I know. [It takes him a few minutes to get those two words out, the fog clearing slowly, and the pain going with it.] You'll have to forgive me if I'd rather us spend time together when I'm not feeling this way.

[Harry's eyes flick down to Eggsy's fingers, narrowing in on the numbers he sees a few inches above, and then to his watch and own wrist; it's not quite that time but it's close.

His mind is playing tricks on him, a side effect of his injury. 09:16.45 - there, on the inside of Eggsy's wrist, and then he can't breathe for an entirely different reason. It's impossible, absurd really. Eggsy's half his age and has his whole life ahead of him. It'd be almost cruel for fate to saddle him with someone that he couldn't spend all of that time with, but, as that thought plants itself in his mind, his heart fills up with a hope he hasn't felt in a few decades.]

Eggsy? [He reaches out, thumb running over the numbers, and he his heart leaps up into his throat. Harry tugs the younger man a little closer, only glancing up to meet his eyes when he's certain that what he thinks he's seeing is actually there.] I didn't know.

( Eggsy wants to tell Harry that he's being silly. He wants to tell him that after Kentucky he'd spend every second with him if he could, even if it was just to soothe his brow while he struggles through the worst pains of a migraine. That being with him is all that matters. Instead, he opts for a slightly less intense response. )

That's just you bein' silly, though.

( He smiles warmly and takes Harry's hand in his, gives it a little squeeze. )

I don't mind what we do together, Harry. I just wanna be here to help.

( But then Harry's behaviour takes an unexpected turn. Eggsy doesn't struggle when he's tugged closer - he can't imagine struggling with Harry, not really - but he feels heat suffuse his cheeks when he realises what it is that his mentor is looking at. )

Oh - um. Yeah. I usually keep it properly hidden, but. I always feel at home here with you.

( He tries to brush it off with an embarrassed little chuckle. )

It's kind of annoyin', really. I try not to think about it, otherwise I reckon I'd go crazy just waitin' to find them.

[While he'd normally want to brush comments like those aside, ignoring them because it would be easier for them both in the future, Harry can't help but analyze what that means now. He does enjoy Eggsy's company, it's more than that, and he'd thought he'd been doing what was right by pretending that he felt nothing.

Now, though, he doesn't know what to think or how to feel.]

I've waited my entire life to meet you. [He arches a brow, corner of his mouth twisting.] And it's been a considerable number of years.

[Harry releases Eggsy's wrist, and inhales deeply before pushing up the sleeve of his robe and shirt, turning his hand over. He doesn't consider, even for a second, hiding it from Eggsy.]

And you've been so close all this time.

[All of his worries, whether Eggsy will be disappointed or pleased, are all forgotten the moment he lays his arm on the table beside Eggsy's. Exactly the same, a few minutes before those numbers play across every clock and watch in his home.]

( This time it's Eggsy who feels the pull. He'd always known he was drawn to Harry but there's something almost physicalI about it when he sees the numbers - like some part of him that's linked to Harry pulls taut and tugs him in. )

But, I thought -

( If he sounds a little uncertain then it isn't because he doesn't feel it - Gods, does he feel it. He scoots closer, dimly aware of it unfurling and growing in his chest. )

You really think it's me?

( For the first time in a long time he actually looks a little self-conscious. Harry might be worrying that Eggsy's half his age, but so is Eggsy. He doesn't let go of the other man's hand. )

I don't - I ain't really much of anythin', Harry. I mean I'm a half-decent Kingsman sometimes, but that's about it.

( He looks up at him with wide eyes. )

D'you want it to be me?

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[Harry supposes this is the part where they both let doubt wiggle its way in. The marks are hardly ever specific. Some have it easier when identifying one another other, birthdates are a lot less likely to spark indecision, but their numbers are a time. Two moments a day, every day year round. The marks are significant but there aren't any manuals to guide them.

However, he wishes Eggsy could see what he did when he looked at him. If one of them wasn't worthy of the other, it was Harry.]

The numbers are the same.

[Which probably isn't the best justification as to why they're soulmates.]

Don't be silly, Eggsy. [Harry keeps his tone light, playful even, and curls his fingers so Eggsy can't let go.] You're at least a three-quarters decent agent.

[Knowing Eggsy's past and having spent time with him, he doesn't believe he can squash down or erase Eggsy's insecurities in so short a time, but if given the opportunity, he'd spend the rest of his life trying to rid him of them.]

Yes, more than anything, I want it to be you.

[It's a bit like splitting in two - his heart yearning for his other half, making a space wide enough for Eggsy to fill. He hadn't realized how certain he was that he'd want it to be Eggsy until tonight.]

Do you want the same?

( Eggsy swallows thickly. Yes - God yes, he wants the same, but he's never been very good at putting voice to his own desires before. It's always seemed to work better that way: if he doesn't say it aloud then he can't be disappointed when it doesn't happen. The fact that this is already in motion - that Harry is the one moving it forward - is actually a little terrifying. )

Yeah, I want it to be you. I want it so much.

( He turns his hand over beneath Harry's palm so they can lace their fingers together. )

I just - I just wanna be with you, y'know? Have done ever since we properly met.

( His smile is tentative but genuine. This might be the first thing he's felt sure about since - since God knows when, really. Eggsy hasn't really been very good at hiding the fact that he sort of worships the ground Harry walks on. )

You never complain when I invite myself over, but I never thought you might want me back.

( The pad of his thumb rubs against the side of the other man's hand. )

If I was yours, then. I think I'd be happy.

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[All his tension coils and releases, their fingers twining together easily as Eggsy admits that he wants this as much as Harry does. He continues, voicing things that Harry's never allowed himself to say, hardly ever letting himself think as well.

Harry's lips press into a firm line, silently weighing the outcomes of this conversation and what it could mean for them, more pointedly for Eggsy. Harry has long since developed the viewpoint that Eggsy might well be the best person he's ever been fortunate enough to meet, in more ways than he can count. Kind, generous, and determined to name a few.

He understands, in that moment, that his feelings are stronger and more deeply rooted than he'd ever thought they could possibly be. Soulmates and their marks were tricky, fickle beasts and he'd begun to assume that he'd missed his chance with his own - he'd almost completely moved past the notion, accepting that it wasn't his lot in life. But here he sits, no longer a young man, overwhelmed with just how much he cares for Eggsy and optimistically considering a future that he'd thought lost to him.]

I didn't complain because there was no reason to. I wanted you here, whether I'd extended an invitation or not.

[Then, briefly, and for the first time, Harry doesn't think of the mark on his arm, the numbers or what they mean for either of them.]

If you were mine, Eggsy, I'd do everything within my control to make you happy.

[He glances down, tracking the movement of Eggsy's thumb, and back up again, meeting eyes that can never seem to make up their minds on whether they want to be more green or more blue.]

I fucking love you.

[The hand on his watch ticks - it's 09:16.45.]

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