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              what was the headline on the day you saved the world?

eggsy had explained the walls in his office to her before, when they were still living with the echoes of his (not quite dead) mentor. now though, in their new home, he’d begun his collection all over again. she was watching it grow, bit by bit, with a sort of PRIDE that made the backs of her eyes burn sometimes.

now though, she could only hope this was a headline he’d receive well. it felt like an intrusion, hanging the picture in the space where she knew the next headline would go and then exiting his office, closing the door behind her so quietly that it barely clicks.

There it was, that TONE the tech found grating, and quite frankly, UNPROFESSIONAL.

Violence was something that had a place in almost every day of Eggsy’s life, it was something he should be accustomed to. But some how his back being slammed against the wall, the hand on his chest, it brought visions bubbling up from the depths of his mind. Except they weren’t just visions any more, they were morphing into his reality. he was coming home from school, toeing off his trainers when dean came around the corner. he doesn’t know what he’s done, but he’s terrified immediately. his heart pounded in his chest as he tried to search for some way out of his war path, somewhere big enough for him to hide but small enough dean couldn’t get to. he blacked out twenty minutes into the beating, but not before having to get in between dean and his mother when the woman tried to stop him. he’d always take the punches, if it meant dean left his mother alone. Eggsy scrabbled for purchase against the arm that held him, obsinities tearing from his lips, fear shining in his eyes as he tried to fight away his stepfather. It took Charlie shaking him and shouting in his face for reality to sink in about where he really was. He gasped, swallowing lungfuls of air as he tried to gather his bearings, surprised by the almost tender touches from the man that he was almost sure he’d just been arguing with. His entire body quaked as his hands reached out and grabbed Charlie’s shoulders, willing his knees to stop knocking, to support him just a little longer. “Fuck, I… Did I ‘urt you?”

One second they’re arguing over something stupid, (nothing exactly new there) insults are being thrown, Eggsy threatens to catfish his sister, Charlie shoves him up against a wall in retaliation and... “Did you just call me Dean?”

It takes Charlie’s brain a second to catch up with the situation at hand, to process that Eggsy’s in the middle of some kind of violent flashback. Unfortunately, that second of confusion is all Eggsy needs. His first connects with Charlie’s mouth, lip splitting from the impact and instantly he can taste blood. The other candidate is clawing at himself now, babbling something and truth be told it borders on terrifying to see him like this. Charlie spits out some blood, rolls his shoulders and he’s back in there, pinning the other against the wall for a completely different reason now. “Eggsy! Eggsy! “It’s Charlie, come on!”

The long sleeves are blessing as the other tears at his arm and for a moment Charlie thinks he might have to call for Merlin. In a last ditch effort Charlie shakes him violently, “EGGSY!”  Charlie takes Eggsy’s face in his hands, ducking a little so there on the same eye level. ”Eggsy, you’re safe. Dean isn’t here, he can’t hurt you. You’re in Kingsman, remember? I’m Charlie, you hate my guts.”

Finally. 

QUIT TELLIN’ EVERYONE I’M DEAD