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That is, I've started posting ANOTHER Kingsman fic. *hangs head in shame*
Never Cry Wolf (Harry/Merlin, Merlin/Eggsy, NC-17, AU)
A fill of this prompt @ dressing-room3: "I would sell my soul, as well as that of the hypothetical first-born child, for a fic where Harry's a war correspondent of some renown, Merlin is his long-suffering editor, and together, they stumble into something that they were not supposed to know. Evidence of war crimes? Ghosts, mummies and other creepy-crawlies of the more fantastic sort? Anything goes!"
What it says on the tin, basically. Also features Eggsy as a young war photographer, because why not.
1) I'm filling my own prompts, because dignity is the one thing that you simply cannot afford if you are into weird AUs. I've been carrying war correspondent AU plotbunnies like an albatross around my neck, and finally decided, well, why not. So, this is largely plotless and pointless geekery.
2) Please note that "Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings" line at the top. There won't be any graphic violence (nor any mentions of anything contemporary), but, you know, setting-specific yuck is setting-specific and yucky.
3) As a non-native speaker of English, I have about 0 chances of getting Eggsy's Cockney right, so I'm not even trying.
4) Also, still not a native speaker, still unbetaed, here be monsters.
I feel like everybody hates me as that one horrible person who writes OOC dreck and ungrammatical dreck, but in large quantities and for a pairing rare enough that the shippers actually have to put up with me. (I mean, we all know the type, right?) I never thought I'd be that person, yet here I am, 130 pounds of bubbly excitement and horrible writing. But whatever, nobody's obliged to read me, and I'm loving every second of it. <= my daily mantra.
Never Cry Wolf (Harry/Merlin, Merlin/Eggsy, NC-17, AU)
A fill of this prompt @ dressing-room3: "I would sell my soul, as well as that of the hypothetical first-born child, for a fic where Harry's a war correspondent of some renown, Merlin is his long-suffering editor, and together, they stumble into something that they were not supposed to know. Evidence of war crimes? Ghosts, mummies and other creepy-crawlies of the more fantastic sort? Anything goes!"
What it says on the tin, basically. Also features Eggsy as a young war photographer, because why not.
1) I'm filling my own prompts, because dignity is the one thing that you simply cannot afford if you are into weird AUs. I've been carrying war correspondent AU plotbunnies like an albatross around my neck, and finally decided, well, why not. So, this is largely plotless and pointless geekery.
2) Please note that "Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings" line at the top. There won't be any graphic violence (nor any mentions of anything contemporary), but, you know, setting-specific yuck is setting-specific and yucky.
3) As a non-native speaker of English, I have about 0 chances of getting Eggsy's Cockney right, so I'm not even trying.
4) Also, still not a native speaker, still unbetaed, here be monsters.
I feel like everybody hates me as that one horrible person who writes OOC dreck and ungrammatical dreck, but in large quantities and for a pairing rare enough that the shippers actually have to put up with me. (I mean, we all know the type, right?) I never thought I'd be that person, yet here I am, 130 pounds of bubbly excitement and horrible writing. But whatever, nobody's obliged to read me, and I'm loving every second of it. <= my daily mantra.