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Somebody Like Me

Uncle Taron had once compared their family's relationship with his Uncle Will's as being like the Potters and the Malfoys. Personally Eggsy couldn't help but think that if Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had had the sort of chemistry his Uncle Taron and Uncle Will had he would actually be able to understand why that fandom had so many shippers. Of course Drarry did NOT have that kind of chemistry and shippers of them were utterly mad to think those two could ever be a romantic couple. Any true Potterhead knew that in Eggsy's opinion. Their sons on the other hand...well he shipped them hardcore and read their fanfiction often. They made sense on a number of levels-which had nothing to do with his original thought, which was that his two uncles would make an interesting couple if not for their obvious desire to beat the crap out of each other.

Okay, to be fair Eggsy was pretty sure that Uncle Will was morally against beating up a maternal and would probably settle for spanking Uncle Taron in a not sexy way, while Uncle Taron...okay, Uncle Taron probably did want to beat the crap out of Uncle Will, if only to prove once and for all that he was the stronger wolf and that treating him differently because he was a maternal was a stupid thing to do.

If he was being honest...Eggsy wouldn't have minded seeing them duke it out so long as neither of them got hurt.

And speaking of beating the shit out of someone and all that Eggsy figured that he should probably focus on the fact that he was currently standing around waiting with Harry for Uncle Taron to get off his phone and Uncle Will to arrive for his first King instructed lesson.

Aka the only blood that was likely to get shed today was his own. Joy.

Harry's fingers brushed against his own before lacing them together, the look his prospective mate aimed in Eggsy's direction likely meant to be reassuring. "Worried?"

"A little. Wot if he can't teach me neither? Or Uncle Taron attacks him cause he thinks Uncle Will's bein mean ta me or somethin. They was on the phone this mornin and the things Uncle Taron threatened ta do to im if he seriously harmed a hair on my head...he was fucking graphic about it, Harry."

"Well I've never known William King to fail at anything. And he can handle Taron."

"Ya sure bout that?"

Eggsy did not envy the barmy bastard who tried to 'handle' his Uncle Taron. Stupid fucker was liable to wind up dead or wishing he'd been that lucky. Which might actually be for the best, all things considered, since that level of stupidity really shouldn't be allowed to breed. The world had enough fucking morons in it already.

Harry was obviously thinking along the same lines, his expression turning rueful. "A bad choice of words on my part. I don't think that anyone could handle your uncle unless he was amendable to the idea. What I should have said was that the two have respect for the other even if they're such polar opposites that they wouldn't get along even if they hadn't been born into the families they're in."

"They could maybe be mates. Like the friend kind." Eggsy couldn't see them as the romantic kind. Chemistry, yes. More likely to make war than love...definitely.

"Not bloody likely." Taron announced from behind them, rejoining their conversation. "He thinks I'm an obnoxious, immature manwhore who needs to grow up and take my responsibilities seriously."

"He said that?" Puffing up Eggsy was all for kicking his other uncle's arse if he'd dared talk to his Uncle Taron like that.

"While most Kings are that stupid, William isn't." Taron patted Eggsy's cheek affectionately. "He just implies it most of the time."

"He fuckin better not while I'm around or I'll..." Shit. Uncle Will would totally kick his arse. "I'll sic Harry on im and together we'll kick his arse."

A tap on his shoulder had Eggsy turning his head to look in Harry's direction, eyes widening a little as Harry's free hand came up to cup the back of his head before Eggsy found himself being pulled into a very passionate, thorough snogging that had his toes curling inside his shoes. Jesus fuck but Harry knew how to kiss a man stupid.

Sighing happily when Harry pulled back, Eggsy looked up dreamily at him as he asked what that was for.

"Because you see me as an equal."

"Course." Eggsy stated, both because it was the truth and because he wanted more snogging like that. "Just cause ya could pop out a pup don't mean I think you're a weak girl. And fuck, I've known some birds who were way more lethal than their blokes. There's this one named Jemima who gets hit on all the time-she could be a centerfold, I kid you not-and whenever blokes ask for her digits she tells em it's triple nine. And they laugh, thinkin she's havin em on given them the number for emergency services, but then she tells em that's the number they're gonna need ta call if they don't piss off and leave her alone. And she ain't jokin neither."

Eggsy shuddered just thinking about it.

That Uncle Taron laughed didn't surprise him in the slightest.

"Speaking from personal experience?" Harry asked, looking more amused than anything else.

"Me? Nah. I like my balls where they are, thanks. She don't just wear those stilettos ta make her legs look long."

That bit of imagery had both his uncle and Harry looking less amused. And rightly so.

"Well her loss."

Grinning at his uncle, though the man was obviously biased, Eggsy shared a grin with him and then joined Taron and Harry in looking off to their right as they all picked up on the fact that Eggsy's other uncle had arrived.

Unlike all the other times they'd met Uncle Will wasn't wearing a suit, the look he was sporting probably about as casually dressed as he ever got. The blueish grey jumper looked simple but was probably really expensive, and the black trousers had definitely been tailored to show just how fit he was. His dad's cousin definitely knew how ta dress, that's for sure. Actually pretty much everyone in their pack seemed determined ta be magazine ready at all times, which would have been intimidating as fuck if not for the whole 'they all wear the same stuff' deal.

Eggsy liked being original.

He had the dumb urge to wave at his uncle, but Eggsy ignored that and settled for saying, "Hi."

"Eggsy. Harry, Taron."

Echoing the greeting Harry and Uncle Taron both inclined their heads.

"I don't have as much time as I'd like for this, so we need to get right to it. Eggsy, I'll need you to shift to your wolf form. What I have to say to you will be between us. Your bodyguards can of course flank you since I apparently cannot be trusted, but both of you are to remain in human form. We all know you'd be on me as wolves if I were to attack. As I have no intention of harming him you are to stay human until told otherwise. Is that understood?"

Naturally Taron saluted William sarcastically in response, while Harry nodded his agreement and understanding.

Trusting them Eggsy went to work removing his clothes, Uncle Willam doing the same.

Fuck but all his uncles were fucking ripped. He needed to work out more.

Pushing that thought aside, he'd bulk up in no time the way his uncles kept feeding him, Eggsy finished stripping as quickly as possible, Harry taking the items of clothing from him to fold properly because of course Harry cared about that sort of thing. And Eggsy supposed he should start caring given how seriously Harry took fashion and wearing clothes properly. Not that he was gonna give up his signature look of course, but he was willing ta make an effort when the occasion called for it.

Uncle Will folded his clothes too, Eggsy watching the other man set everything neatly aside on the grass and then change, the shift quick and too 'other' for the eyes to comprehend or understand.

The wolf looking back at Eggsy was the biggest one he'd seen yet. William King was one fucking big, heavily muscled wolf with fur that was mostly white with hints of red and light brown on his back and some on his face. There was something very-Eggsy didn't know how to describe it. Just that his uncle's already commanding presence seemed to have quadrupled and his very being rebelled at the idea of pissing the other man off.

And belatedly remembering that he was supposed to be transforming too Eggsy hurried to do so, eager to get this over with. And find out whether or not this uncle could do what Uncle Taron and Harry thus far couldn't do.

Teach im.

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'What I'm about to tell you-I won't demand your word that you won't speak of it to others. If you feel you have to discuss it with your uncles and Hart that is your choice. Though know that if part of what I say does get out beyond that circle of people, you'll be putting not just my head under the guillotine, but your own."

William paused to maybe give Eggsy a moment to let that sink in before continuing. Or just to get used to the weirdness of hearing his uncle's voice in his head for the first time.

"I don't know how much you were told about the designations within a pack, dominant, maternal dominant, etc, but I would imagine you were told that the designation of Alpha is a title. A special name to indicate a maternal or regular dominant who was elected by their pack to become their leader. And for the most part they would be correct. They are also wrong. For centuries, as far back as we can trace the King line, there has always been those who were born Alpha. Those in our line, and others, who were born to act in that role regardless of whether they ever held that title within their pack. A true Alpha is one born with the ability to love every member of his or her pack. Who will always, without question, put the pack before their own wants and needs. Who would sooner die a long, horrific death than harm one of their own or allow them to be harmed. Whose life IS the pack.'

Eggsy almost, almost pointed out that that was definitely not his impression of William's father. Common sense caught up with him just in time. But something of his thoughts must have shown on his face through.

'No. My father is not a born Alpha. He was not given that gift. And curse. It's becoming rarer and rarer in our line. But you have it, I think. As do I.'

Well shit.

'My father is aware of what I am, but he let me grow up and live because he loves me and because he believes absolutely in my loyalty to him. I would not be the first true Alpha who made the choice to allow someone else to bear that title in their pack. In your case...your chances of survival drop more if he finds out about you.'

'Say you're right...shouldn't you be doing what's best for your pack, not for im. If pack comes first, I mean.'

'Don't think you know me, Little Boy. Or that anyone in your family does.'

Damn. The coldness of his uncle's voice made Eggsy feel like he'd just been verbally bitchslapped.

'I tell you this to explain why neither Taron nor Hart can train you. It physically pains us to harm those we consider pack. That pain becomes a great deal worse when our opponents are loved ones or notably weaker than ourselves. Particularly maternals or submissives. Your Uncle Taron will tell you that I'm the wolfish equivalent of sexist because I won't fight him. It's not that. I don't refuse to engage because I would find it humiliating or shameful to be bested by a maternal. I do it because to harm him, even in play or training, would be twenty times more painful for me than it would be for him. As it will be for you, once you truly feel part of the pack.'

'Well shit. That ain't good.'

'Which is why it's both a gift and a curse. And often more of the latter than the former in this day and age. But the point is that you should train exclusively with dominants who are not related to you by blood...or me. I'm the best option you have but I don't know if it's possible. We'll see.'

'I'm fucked.'

A low, growling chuckle echoed in Eggsy's head. Uncle William had a surprisingly nice chuckle.

'The odds aren't in your favor, no. Particularly since you have another problem on top of your genetics.'

'Do I even want ta know?' Because Eggsy had a feeling his uncle had saved the worst for last.

'Your wolf isn't cooperating, is it? It's refusing to obey your human side and playing havoc with your emotions and training.'

Eggsy wanted to ask how he knew that but didn't figure his uncle would tell him. So he nodded instead.

'It's punishing you.'

'Wot?'

'Eggsy, you've kept your wolf caged up for years. You've denied him, abused him, and worst of all kept him from his mate.'

'I ain't never-'

'You have.' William interrupted, cutting Eggsy's off. 'That you had good reasons to do the former and were unaware of the last means nothing to your wolf. He's an animal, Eggsy. He doesn't see the shades of grey in your life choices. He is an animal who has spent years in pain and now has been presented with the chance to make your human side pay. Hurt as he hurt. Suffer as he suffered. That he's hurting himself in the process means little to him.'

Being that he was in wolf form, with his animal nature very much at the forefront of his mind, Eggsy sensed on some level that Uncle William wasn't wrong.

'You've also taken him away from the pack you made, the pack he was very much Alpha of, and he doesn't like that either. Even if he knows they were unworthy of being in said pack.'

'You don't know nothin bout my 'pack'.' Eggsy stated hotly.

'Your mother is an addict, one who has consistently put her selfish needs and wants before yours or anyone else's. She's caused you physical, emotional, and mental pain for years and has expected, always, for you to suffer in her place. The same with your friends. You lead them and care for them but they never stood by you. Not when you really needed them to. You'd tell them to run, leave you behind to clean up their messes...and they did. You love them...they've never returned the favor to the degree you deserved.'

Growling, hackles raised, Eggsy ordered his uncle to be very careful what he said next, Eggsy very much aware of Harry and Uncle Taron tensing up in reaction to his reaction.

'Control yourself.' Was William's unimpressed order. 'You'll get everyone you love killed if you don't. Including your mate.'

Eggsy instinctively looked up at Harry, who gave him a questioning look. Shaking his head slightly Eggsy forced his attention back to William.

'He is your mate. You've already begun to fall for him. Hart is an excellent choice by the way, if you care what I think. But you won't get to have him for long unless you get it through your wolf's thick skull that one's mate is more important than his need for revenge. That he has to put Harry's wellbeing before all else and cooperate with you to make that happen.'

Eggsy didn't bother to keep the sarcasm out of his 'voice'. 'And how am I supposed ta do that, exactly?'

'Stay in wolf form as much as possible. Give him that. And remind him before every exercise, every run, every spare moment you have that you are not in training to protect yourself. You are training to protect Daisy, Harry, Taron and Addison. And your mother if you must, since she would be an easy target, like your sister. Right now your wolf won't fight to save you. Won't even do it to impress Harry. But to protect the ones you both love...for them he will train and he will fight to the death. If you can get him to get over himself.'

Thinking over his training sessions Eggsy quickly came to the conclusion that mentally, when training, he'd been thinking mostly about not wanting to get his arse kicked and looking good in front of Harry. The whole not wanting to die any time soon had also played a significant role for obvious reasons. But he hadn't been thinking-hadn't wanted to be thinking about the possibility that his newfound family could die shortly because of him. That Harry could die protecting him.

He'd never had people who might choose to stand between him and death. Who would fight to the death for him.

The idea terrified him far more than the idea of dying himself.

'As much as thinking about it terrifies your human self...it will terrify your wolf more. Your human heart still battles with the idea of loving and trusting them. Your wolf knows what they are meant to be to you both.'

'Fuck.'

'In a word.' There was a hint of pity in William's wolf's gaze, a touch of sadness in his words. 'But on the A side, if you live the rewards will be considerable. In that way you are far luckier than many of your ancestors. On both sides. At least you have a chance of being happy.'