harry being such a gentleman

Summary: Harry spoke to actress and new friend, [Y/N] [Y/L/N], recently just before the awards ceremony. Now it’s the after party! Harry’s distracted, searching for [Y/N], and his “Dunkirk” friends take notice. Little does he know [Y/N]’s looking for him, too…

 The Oscars: “Have You Met [Y/N]?”

 “The After Party!”

It’s the Oscars after party where all the invited guests are gathered together, seated with new and old friends at round tables with food and bottles of champagne before them; and winners and honorable people give their second speeches. It’s a time for actors and actresses to enjoy a dinner party with their co-stars and colleagues, catch up with friends, and simply have a good time.

Harry stands in a circle with his Dunkirk costars, his feet close together and his arms folded across his chest. His eyes roam the room in search of [Y/N] who he had last seen on-stage accepting her award for best actress. He remembers to nod, chuckle, and mumble an “mmhm” every so often to continue seeming engaged in the conversation while his mind is fixed on finding the girl he had met a several hours prior.

And there she is.

He finds her a few feet behind Fionn, shaking hands and embracing the people who come across her and congratulate her on her award. He smiles in awe as he watches from afar as she interacts with others full of grace and humility.

“You alright there, Harry?” Fionn Whitehead asks, his eyebrows scrunching together.

Harry snaps back into the conversation, realizing all eyes are on him. He clears his throat and fixes his stance, “Erm, yeh,” he tries to sell, “Why?”

“‘Cuz you’re lookin’ at me like yeh wanna kiss me,” Fionn chuckles, the rest of the group’s laughter following.

Harry feels his cheeks burn and bows his head, his eyes now now at his feet. He shakes his head. “Yeh wish, man,” Harry laughs off.

“Who are you looking at?” Christopher Nolan, a man who has become like a mentor to Harry, asks, observing the individuals behind Fionn.

“Nobody,” Harry tries to tell him.

“Were yah lookin’ at [Y/N] [Y/L/N]?” Jack Lowden asks, looking in the direction Harry was. Harry remains quiet, fighting a bashful smile, and the younger boys cheer.

“Yeh like her!” Fionn confirms for him. They all face towards [Y/N] and watch her as she coincidentally makes her away closer to them.

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry says simply, waving it off.

“What are yah doin’ standin’ here and talkin’ to us? Go over there!” Jack insists, giving Harry a light shove forward on the back.

Harry feels himself hesitate. His body moves forward but his feet remain planted on the ground. He’s conflicted within himself. He doesn’t want to seem overeager but he doesn’t want to miss his chance either. There’s a part of him that’s brave enough and confident to strike up a conversation with [Y/N] while another part is surprisingly sheepish and full of nerves, already set to retreat without even having made a move.

It’s something about [Y/N]— her grace, her charm, her beauty. The way she carries herself. He sees kindness in her, sincerity— a rarity in the industry. She seems different and he wants to get to know her. Looking at her and being in her presence gives him butterflies he’s only ever felt during the big moments in his life.

“Here she comes!” Fionn whispers quickly, “Say somethin’!”

“Mr. Nolan,” [Y/N] says, approaching the group. She extends a hand, “Congratulations on your film, ‘Dunkirk’.”

Nolan returns a handshake. “Call me Chris,” he tells her, smiling, “And thank you. Congratulations, as well.”

[Y/N] then turns her attention to Harry, flashing a smile that send the butterflies inside him free. “Hi, Harry,” she says.

“Hey,” he responds, trying to sound casual, calm, and collected. He gives Fionn a look who quickly receives the message.

“We’re gonna—“ Fionn pauses to think of a solid excuse. “Go to the loo,” he comes up with, “Come on, fellas. I need yah to help me, I’m drunk.”

The young gentlemen follow Fionn to the direction of the toilets while Chris excuses himself to continue socializing, leaving Harry and [Y/N] to themselves. A waiter comes by with a tray full of champagne glasses. “Champagne?” he offers. Harry takes two glasses, thanks the waiter, and hands [Y/N] a glass. “To you,” he grins, raising the glass.

She does the same. “To you,” [Y/N] smirks, before taking a sip. “This is my fifth glass, you know. I’m starting to feel a little woozy,” she giggles as she continues to drink from her glass.

“I’ve had quite a few myself,” Harry chuckles. “Care to take a walk outside?”

“I’d love to,” [Y/N] agrees.

Harry and [Y/N] walk through the garden of the venue, breathing in fresh air and feeling the summer breeze against their skin. The conversation begins with simple questions. Starter questions. They make small talk, discussing work, and simple likes and dislikes. As the night progresses, they slowly open up by relating stories and personal experiences. They talk about where they come from, where they were born and raised, their family, how they got into the business. They come to find they relate well with one another and have many commonalities. Before they know it, the awkward tension is long gone and the night is full of laughter. They soon feel as if they’ve known each other for years rather than just a few hours. The conversation’s very natural with no awkward silence.

Harry notices how [Y/N] can carry a conversation. He likes how she opens up to him and makes him feel like he’s known her. He’s fond of her positivity and light. She can transition from laughter to solemn conversations and deep issues to lighthearted talks. She’s a refreshment to him. And he absolutely adores how she genuinely laughs at all his jokes, finding them surprisingly witty and funny.

On the other hand, [Y/N] is surprised by Harry. He isn’t like the picture she painted in her mind or the image the media created. He was better. He has truthfulness to him and passion. She admires the way he speaks about the things he loves and cares about. He can converse about something so deeply you’ll fall in love with it yourself. He has an infectious smile and is a lot funnier in person. And the best part is: he’s not at all short of being a gentleman.

Harry smiles down at [Y/N] as they sit inches away from each other on a wooden bench behind the tall bush hedges, parts of her face illuminated by the moonlight. She locks her eyes with his, peering into the green orbs in efforts to read what is on his mind in the silence. It’s no secret. He’s captivated by her. The way he looks at her says everything— his expression softens, his eyes in awe, his lips curve, his body relaxes. He takes notice of her every detail. His attraction towards her grows stronger the longer he’s around her. His desire for her builds. She fills him with a sense of wonderment and curiosity. He finds a need to know the heart behind the beauty.

Harry leans forward and presses his lips against hers, leaving all hesitation and rationality behind. There’s no more thinking.

He pulls away after a few seconds, slightly embarrassed by his impulsivity. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I—“

“Do you want to get out of here?” [Y/N] asks, perfectly interrupting his nervous ramble.

A smile slowly forms on Harry’s lips. “Yeah,” he nods. He slips his fingers through [Y/N]’s hand and feels her grip his hold. He leads the way to the parking lot filled with black suburban and calls for a driver.

Hartwin fic recs (2/?)

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These are lovingly saved in my laptop’s Kindle and I love them dearly. It’s umbrellas this time, glasses if I made part 3.

Authors’ tagged tropes are included and I tried my best not to include spoilers. As usual my comments are in italics.  

☂️ Sparking - LapisLazuli. E, 2k. Traped in a closet trope. 

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while,” Harry whispers, calm as you please, as if Eggsy’s face isn’t pressed directly into the little hollow between his neck and his shoulder, as if Eggsy isn’t drowning in the fucking scent of his cologne, as if the fabric of his bespoke suit isn’t caressing Eggsy’s cheek like a goddamn lover.

☂️ Red Striped Ties - violentcheese. G, 1k. Red string of fate AU.

“Eggsy is the ragamuffin kid who refuses to stop hanging the Kingsman Tailor shop because he has a crush on Harry Hart, the owner.”

Eggsy follows his string patiently. Harry ignores his.

☂️ You Get Up With Fleas - evil_brainmate. T, 74k. Corgi/prince!Eggsy. My first time prompting someone (with my old url) and the result is so much more than I expected.

Eggsy is a fairy prince, trapped in the human world and cursed to transform each day into a corgi. Harry Hart is a gentleman spy, and mortal, who picks him up thinking he’s a stray. The two of them must work together to find a way to break the curse.

☂️ Paint With all the Colours of the Wind - Della19. G, 1k. Soulmates AU. 

Harry x Eggsy soulmate au where you only see colour once you meet your soulmate (so you don’t know them until you see them).

And it goes away when they die.

☂️ our vintage misery - fideliant. E, 23k. Pining, slow burn. 

hey young blood, doesn’t it feel
like our time is running out?

On a difficulty scale of one to saving the world, love shouldn’t be this far off the charts.

☂️ into the wails of your windfight - fideliant. E, 8k. Pining. 

It takes a mission gone wrong for Eggsy to find out that even in real life, the dead don’t always stay dead. Sometimes the movies get that part right, it would seem.

☂️ Class Of Conduct - fideliant. E, 13k. Slow burn. 

Or, Six Things Eggsy Has Learned About Being A Gentleman

“Lesson number one,” Harry says. “Manners matter.”

☂️ Random Access Memories - fideliant. E, 20k. Memory loss.

Having a supercomputer in your head isn’t all that much to be cracked up about.

☂️ down dark tides the glory slides - fideliant. E, 23k. Pining, memory loss. 

You only ever truly hurt the ones you love.

☂️ Or Else - breakdancingfish. M, 4k.

Before they’re allowed to go out on their own, Eggsy and Roxy form a four person team with Harry and Merlin, completing several missions together. Oh, and Harry is the world’s biggest tease. Of course.

☂️ We Are Faking It - lokidiabolus. T, 62k. Fake relationship, slow burn.

For Eggsy it was a thing - he was taking from Harry enough, now was the time he should give something back. Even if it meant playing his lover to get the mission going and catch the culprit. Who would it be if not him, right? Right.

☂️ 57 Degrees. Precisely. - Galahard. M, 6k. Marine!Eggsy, texing, coffee shop AU.

In an alternate world Eggsy goes into the Marines, and stays in the Marines. This is a take on that au, though please forgive my lack of actual Marine knowledge. Also included: finicky coffee drinkers, texting addictions, and baristas with ulterior motives.

☂️ A Not So Lazy Evening - Galahard. E, 3k. Bottom!Harry, PWP. Really good read.

☂️ Vermillion - Galahard. E, 14k. Shy!Harry, slow burn.

He didn’t know what to do with that. He didn’t blush. He wasn’t some teenager to be so affected by anything Eggsy did. Though really, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked at someone and not pictured them in his bed but rather his dining room, chowing down on too sugary cereal while loudly revealing his plans for the day.

☂️ Soulmates - Galahard. 1k. Soulmates AU. How much do I adore this? A lot.

For Harry Hart’s 16th birthday he not only gets his soul mark.

He gets a complete sentence.

☂️ Withdrawal - Saucery. T, 1k. Pining, finger kink.

Eggsy goes into withdrawal without Harry’s touch.

☂️ The Language of Flowers - Saucery. M, 1k. Flower shop AU, florist!Eggsy, lawyer!Harry, meet-cute, mutual pining.

Eggsy is a florist with an attitude. Harry is a lawyer with a conscience. Flowers bring them together.

☂️ The King’s Thief - twentyfourblackbirds. T, 8k.

“Harry,” Eggsy said one day, while Harry was deep in a report about weapons smuggling in Ukraine. “I really fancy you.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Harry responded, flipping to another chapter about airline safety standards in Indonesia.
“If I had to say it,” Eggsy mused, slightly put out, “I would, in fact, say that I am deeply, wildly, and madly in love with you.”
“That’s very good, Eggsy,” Harry said absentmindedly, scrawling his signature at the bottom of the paper.
Eggsy sighed. “Sometimes, I might think you don’t listen to a word I say.”

☂️ Patience and Sheer Determinaiton - blacktofade. E, 47k. Fake relationship, prostitute!Eggsy.

Harry goes undercover to infiltrate the circle of a corrupt overlord and is given Eggsy, a young prostitute, as a token of goodwill. Harry has to live with Eggsy and keep him safe, while maintaining his cover.

☂️ Care and Custody - esama. T, 50k.

Eggsy takes out the medal in slightly worse circumstances, asking for a miracle.

☂️ How Eggsy Met Harry, As Told Through A Series of Soul Marks - thayde. 91k. Soulmates AU, WIP. I would warn you that this hasn’t been updated for a long time now but if you have a brave heart then march on soldier.

Eggsy stares at the Mark on his chest sometimes, and wonders if his soulmate would ever settle for street trash like him.

☂️ Boyfriend Material - Deepdarkwaters. E, 3k. Mutual pining, oblivious!Eggsy.

“Are you a cigarette? Cos you’re smoking hot and I wanna put your butt in my mouth.”

☂️ Pig Latin - aerospaces. E, 10k. Fluff.

In Kenya, Eggsy falls off a flight of stairs. Or: lessons in cohabitation.

Eggsy discovers the joys of a home-cooked meal among many other things.

☂️ Considerably Less Cannibalism - LizaPod. E, 6k. Shaving, barebacking. This  one is the myth, the legend, the fic.

It is a real, physical struggle to not stare like a dogger while Harry shrugs off his jacket and undoes his collar, sets his signet ring aside. He has detailed, minutely detailed, fantasies about unbuttoning that fucking collar. At least he’s not wearing the holster right now, or Eggsy’d be sprung already. “It’s time you learned the fine art of the straight razor shave.”

Eggsy gives him his best you havin’ a fucking giggle, mate eyebrows. “Like Sweeney Todd?”

Harry’s sigh is just bordering on melodramatic, but he’s also got that odd— Roxy calls it enigmatic—smile he gets when Eggsy trots out some unexpected bit of culture. “Yes, Eggsy, like Sweeney Todd.”

☂️ Kiss Me Now (before I can run) - persephoneggsy. M, 37k. Soulmates AU.

It wasn’t unusual, Eggsy told himself. There were plenty of people- just a little under half of the world’s population, really- that weren’t with their soulmates. Some of them just hadn’t met yet; others had died beforehand; and then there were the people in Eggsy’s situation. Sometimes people genuinely didn’t want their soulmates. Either they were in love with someone else, or they just didn’t like what they got stuck with, and Eggsy imagined the latter was very much the case with him and Harry. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have felt like for him, the world’s prime example of a posh bloke, to have his soulmate be some beaten-up kid. He would have rejected him too.

Or: soulmate AU where you know your soulmate from the moment you touch them, and when you do, their name gets written over your heart like a brand. But that’s not always a guarantee.

☂️ “It suits you, you should keep it” - eggsystolemyhart. G, 600-ish.

“What…?”

“Pardon, Eggsy.”

“What…?”

“Did you not hear me previously? I said it suits you, you should keep it.”

“What…?”

☂️ Five Stars, Would Shag Again - EmmyAngua. E, 6k. Seduction.

This time, the penultimate task isn’t to seduce an heiress, it’s to seduce an agent. Merlin assures the final three that the agent is chosen entirely at random.

So of *course* it’s Harry.

☂️ are we human, or are we dynamite - randomhorse. M, 13k. Pacific Rim AU. 

It’s been seventeen years since Harry has lost his co-pilot Lee Unwin in the drift, and still the world won’t stop ending.

In the Hong Kong Shatterdome, Merlin is launching a new line of Kingsman Jaegers fit to fight Category 4 Kaijus emerging from the Breach.

In the suburbs of London, Eggsy Unwin gets the draft for Jaeger Academy.

☂️ who got the keys to my bimmer - hartwinning. M, 69k. Mutual pining, mechanic!Eggsy, UST, slow burn.

“What’s the difference between a BMW and a porcupine?”

Harry gives him a slightly bewildered look and furrows his brow.

“A porcupine has the pricks on the outside,” Eggsy finishes.

☂️ hold courage to your chest - Fahye. E, 46k. I adore this.

Eggsy slumps against the wall, feeling every bruise like it’s new, and tells the truth.

“You want to make sure I jump when I’m told?” he demands. “It’d better be you doing the telling, Harry.”

☂️ Bang to Rights - concernedlily. E, 17k. Police AU.

Constable Unwin never met a tailor before, but he knows this bloke who keeps turning up at his crime scenes ain’t one.

☂️ Breakeven - theshizniiit (orphan_account). E, 85k. Omega!Harry, mpreg.

When Harry walked inside the church (and then out of it, and right into Valentine’s bullet) he didn’t know he was pregnant.

And now he’s back from the dead. This time, with an extra passenger and quite a few problems.

☂️ The New Age - DivineProjectZero. Soulmates AU.

It starts with being cursed.

No, scratch that. It starts with a garden and a serpent. And no, it goes a little differently from what you’d think.

☂️ You Are Beautiful - Sheepie. G, 8k. Coffee shop AU.

Eggsy Unwin works as a barista at the Suited Bean. He’s been in love with regular customer Harry Hart for a long time, but he never said anything. Who would want to date someone his size? But Harry sees nothing wrong with the way Eggsy looks.

☂️ Couple of (Couples) Mugs - ilokheimsins. T, 2k. Fluff. 

Harry and Eggsy absolutely do not have couples mugs that proclaim their love for one another. Harry is about 70 percent sure of this.

☂️ Gimme All Your Love - midnightsurge. M, 11k. Fireman!Eggsy, rimming.

“Sorry,” a soothing, male voice started hesitantly, “but… didn’ I pull you out of a burnin’ building a few weeks ago?”

Harry nearly choked on his drink as the question registered in his mind, his brown eyes flicking to the side to confirm that, yes indeed, it was Eggsy standing there with wide eyes.

“Fuck, sorry!” Eggsy apologised profusely as he held his hands up, wanting to help but unsure how to do so. “Ain’t meant to startle you!”

Or

Eggsy is a fireman. He saves Harry’s life when a mission goes awry. A few weeks later, they meet again.

☂️ Rules of Insanity - inthepapers3times. E, 54k. Dark!Eggsy. 

The worst mistake of Harry Hart’s life started like many of the minor mistakes he had made: with a one night stand. If only he had taken the taxi all the way to his house. Maybe then he wouldn’t have met this particular young man, and he wouldn’t have taken him home. Maybe then all of this could have been avoided.

Harry gets pulled into a dangerous game with Gary, a disturbed man he barely knows, and has no choice but to play along.

Gary is in control completely. He makes the rules. Harry is just forced to follow them.

☂️ dig in your fingers - kirkaut. E, 42k. First time, body worship.

The lack of a silver suppository has set Eggsy upon a certain path. The way that Eggsy looks, dripping wet and half naked, sets Harry on another.

(Or: Total Canon Re-Write, aka The One Where Harry’s Libido Saves His Life)

☂️ sins without tragedies - kingstier. T, 11k. 5 + 1. Fake marriage.

“Harry, are we married?”

“Aren’t we?”

Or, the five times they’re practically married and the one time they’re not (yet).

☂️ 5 Knots Harry made + 1 Knot Eggsy tied - therune. T, 2k. 5 + 1. I love this immensely!

Whenever Eggsy gets dressed in his suit he purposefully skips a button or struggles with his tie so that Harry is forced to step into his personal space and fix it for him.

☂️ Like Real People Do - coloursflyaway. T, 3k. 5 + 1. Undercover, first kiss.

Five times Eggsy called Harry a pet name, and one time Harry called Eggsy one.

PINK. {S U I T S SERIES}

Originally posted by effxy

Pink. 

Pink is a delicate color that symbolizes sweetness. When you think of pink, your imagination is soft and giggly. Pink flowers, pink lips, pink baby clothes. 

It was also the color of Harry’s cheeks when his green eyes fell on you. 

He sat next to Liam, his long locks left down, bottom lip grazed by his thumb and index, long legs pressed against each other as the 4 members of the band were cramped on the purple couch. 

Nick Grimshaw was humming a tune to himself, studying the flashcards on his desk. Louis, Niall and Liam were engrossed in a conversation about last night’s football game and Harry was just enjoying being in the background. 

His eyes moved towards a figure shorter than his, short enough for him to rest his chin on. 

“Nicholas!” He heard you let out an exasperated whine, making the room fall silent. 

“Who spit you out?” Nick teased you, looking at you in amusement. 

“Bug off.” You let out a laugh, huffing at the strand of hair that fell on your face. 

Harry watched intently, having only seen your side and the chocolate smudge on the corner of your mouth, your hair a mess and a clipboard clutched in your hand. Liam elbowed Niall, motioning wih his head towards Harry, making Niall cover his mouth to stiffle his giggles before nudging Louis. 

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I'm back! Let's talk about showering with Harry or slow morning sex or going on vacation with him. I'm up for some cheesy & fluffy stuff (possibly smutty as well). Let's gooo 💘

Oh My god. Imagine sleeping next to him peacefully when you feel a pair of hands pulling you close. You’d groan turning around to face the man who had a smirk plastered on his face.

“Mornin beautiful” he’d say in his deep morning Voice. His voice. Morning voice would be one of the major turn ons. His deep sound would send chills down your spine.

“Morning handsome” you’d reply laying on him. And the next moment you’d find yourself under him. With Harry on you slowly grinding his pelvic against yours, he’ll trail kisses down your neck.

The sex wouldn’t be sex overall. It won’t be like normal fucks, but would be something deep and meaningful like his love for you. Deep thrust would fill you up. His lips upon yours working in the best way to show how much you mean to him.


“So good. So fuckin beautiful” he’d grunt with you clenching around his throbbing cock. With one last thrust he’d come undone. Picking the flushed skin of your neck he’d roll of your body.


“Shower with meh?” He’d ask standing up with a nod you’d try to stand but will fall back as your legs would feel like jelly. With a chuckle he’d pick you up and will carry you to bathroom.

As soon as the warm water hit your both bodies, his hands would again roam and explore your body. With one cupping your bum he’d pull you close by your neck with other to kiss him.


Even though he had your kisses in the morning, his thirsty soul would crave for more. He’d latch on your lips like his life depends on them. And to his believe it would. Harry is one of those man who loves kisses.

For him your kisses would be like oxygen. Be it anywhere.

He’d pick you up and push up against the wall kissing you. You’d feel his hard shaft against your inner thighs.

“Can’t get enough of yeh” he’d mumble with a thrust inside you. His deep penetration would set you off the verge within mere minutes. Harry’d feel so proud of himself as soon as he hears your pants and requests to let you cum.

Knowing that he is doing his job well he’d release with a moan. Head dropping to your shoulder he’d bite on the flesh.

Sex with Harry are gonna be total bliss. Filled with pleasure and foreplays. Being a gentleman and smart person he knows when to start and how to start. He knows how to pleasure his love.

—–
I wanna die

Kiwi: Part Seven

A series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album.

Click here to read the previous chapters.


AUTHOR’S NOTE: A special thanks goes out to my beautiful friend @dirtystyles & my partner-in-crime @selenogomez for this one. Couldn’t have done it without either of you. xx

FEATURED SONGS: Just A Feeling by Maroon 5 & I Wanna Wake Up With You by Boris Gardiner



She had absolutely nothing fancy to wear.

When Harry asked her to go out to dinner with him, Calliope had said “yes” right away. It was to be their first proper date, aside from cliff diving and surfing, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit excited.

Except when she’d gone to plan her outfit for the night, she realized that she hadn’t brought anything remotely like a nice dress. Her wardrobe consisted of a handful of shorts that reached down to just above her knees, several t-shirts and tank tops of different colors, and a few swimsuits and sports bras that she’d wear while surfing. So, she turned to the only other friend that she really had.

“I need something to wear!” Cal announced loudly as she walked into the bar, stunned with how incredibly normal she sounded. The phrase itself was so typical of someone her age, that it tasted weird on her lips.

Pipo stuck his head out from around the corner into the kitchen, a confused look on his face.

“I’m going out with Harry,” she explained, shutting the door behind her in frustration and walking towards the large man. “And I have nothing to wear.”

Pipo pursed his lips tightly as he looked at her features—he could see that she wasn’t joking, and it shocked him to the core because it was the first time that he’d seen her ask for help.

She took a seat on the barstool and watched as he walked behind the bar and to the phone, lifting it from the receiver and dialing a number that he clearly knew by heart.

“Who are you calling?” She asked, brows furrowed as she leaned forward onto her forearms.

He chuckled lightly, turning to look at her with an amused expression coloring his features.

“My wife.”

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okay okay BUT SERIOUSLY LOOK AT THEM.

If I’m not wrong, this is the only light grey suit he wears in the movie. His other suits are all in dark colours. If we assume that Harry chooses his suits based on mood and occasion, then the first suit we see - the one he wears when he gives Eggsy the medal, which is also the one he wears to the church in Kentucky - is probably the one he tends to wear when he’s upset. His suit when they were toasting Lancelot was also quite dark in colour, close to black. Dark colours, particularly black, are associated with funerals and mourning.

The grey suit is rather different in colour and… pattern? when compared to his other suits. Since he hasn’t worn anything similar while on duty as Galahad, and is only seen wearing the light grey suit in a casual, non-work setting, it’s plausible that this particular suit is his personal favourite, which he saves for special occasions.

Other things to take note of:

Harry’s face is turned towards Eggsy and HE IS SMILING. Harry isn’t shown smiling very often, and his sincere smiles are always directed at Eggsy.

Harry is carrying his umbrella on the side further away from Eggsy. Holding an object between yourself and the person you’re walking with creates a sense of disrance, because the object acts as a sort of barrier. This isn’t terribly significant because Harry tends to carry his umbrella in his right hand anyway, but it does contribute to the feeling of closeness between them.

Also, Harry and Eggsy’s hands are actually a lot closer in this scene than what we see in this image. In fact, if you watch this part of the movie, their arms are almost brushing at one point - that’s how close they are. You usually only walk that close to someone you intend to hold hands with, imo. AND, if Eggsy hadn’t tucked his hands in his pockets, his right hand would be around where Harry’s left hand is. In other words, he probably did that so he wouldn’t accidentally (or “accidentally”) hold Harry’s hand.

Now observe Eggsy’s body language. His head is turned ninety degrees to face Harry, he’s not even looking at where he’s going. He’s smiling broadly, his attention is completely fixed on Harry.

Also, if you watch this scene in the movie, his grin falters just a little bit when Harry says he won’t be teaching Eggsy how to “talk proper, like in ‘My Fair Lady’”. He also seems to have looked away for a brief moment while Harry is explaining that being a gentleman has nothing to do with one’s accent, because you see his head snapping back to face Harry after the camera briefly switches away to show us the rest of the street. And then, after Harry quotes Hemingway - which is really just another reassurance that Eggsy doesn’t need to learn the mannerisms of the upper class in order to fit Harry’s personal definition of a gentleman, Eggsy has the most wonderful expression on his face. It’s difficult to describe - he looks intrigued and pleased and contemplative, but there’s also something else. Something more.

@notbrogues THIS SCENE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS HELP

Trust.

REQUEST : Pool day with Harry.

This is short and sweet. Let me know if you enjoyed reading it :) xx

Harry was on tour. You both hardly had time to spend with each other. So when he asked you to join him on tour, you agreed immediately.

 It was sunny in Australia, unlike London. So the boys decided to go for a swim. Harry managed to pull you in the warm water with him. But you stuck to the shallow ends, since you didn’t know how to swim.

“S’ amazing, innit?” he sang as he swam towards you. You smiled at him and nodded. He quickly dunked underwater, shortly after floated back up and pushing his long luscious wet locks away from his forehead.

“S’ pretty good. S’ nice to have a change in the weather.” You said as you tried to soak in as much as sun you could manage. 

“Gonna get a tan on yourself m’love?” he asked with a cheeky smile, and wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs, so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

“That’s the plan, mister.” you replied, feeling extremely content. You wrapped you arms around his shoulders and kissed his forehead lovingly.

He smiled and pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes fixed on you all the time. You gently pressed your lips up against his and melted into his arms. His hands slid down to your buttocks, as he continued to hold you against him. He lightly squeezed it and said. “This marvelous tush is mine, right m’love?”

You pulled away and threw your head back in laughter. Your laugh putting a smile on his face. Happy that he was the one putting a smile on yours. “What’re yeh laughing about, huh?” he squeezed you bum again but added a bit more force this time. 

You squealed and tried to push him away. “Harry!” you laughed. But he was adamant to make you say yes so he pulled you deeper in to the pool. The smile from your face immediately disappeared as frighted look appeared. You begin to squirm away from him. 

Harry instantly took a notice of the change in your behaviour and stopped walking. “Hey, you alright?”

“Can you please take me back towards the shallow end, H?” you said and gulped as you turned to see how far you were from your previous position.

“I won’ let anything happen to you, pet.” He said with a soft tone and placed a light kiss to you cheek. “I promise.”

You looked at him with a nervous expression, but eventually nodded. He smiled and resumed walking backwards, and soon you both where right in the middle of the pool.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Told you, won’ let anything happen to me love.” He said as your face broke out into a wide smile. 

Both, you and Harry splashed around the water, being the gentleman he is, he said a few hellos to some fans that recognized him.You both continued having fun in the pool for an hour or so until the pair of you returned to your shared hotel room to have some private fun of your own.

*****

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What Harry Hart wore in the movie “Kingsman”

1. Navy pin stripe double breasted peaked lapel suit: When Harry met little Eggsy 

2. Grey pin stripe double breasted peaked lapel suit: When Harry met grown up Eggsy. 

3. Grey birdseye wool double breasted peaked lapel suit: When Harry met prof. Arnold

4. Pajama w/Gown: Right after Harry was recovered from poisonous explosion.

5. Navy velvet smoking jacket w/tartan plaid trouser: When Harry visited Valentine.

6. Grey glen plaid double breasted peaked lapel suit: Breakfast w/Arthur right after the dinner w/Valentine

7. (2-1A): When Eggsy was hypnotized.

8. (2-1, same as 2 but different tie): When Eggsy and Roxy made final two.

9. (2-1B): In Harry’s room, when they were talking about kingsman and being a gentleman.

10. (7): When Harry and Eggsy went to kingsman shop for having Eggsy’s suit.

11. (8): When Eggsy was taken to Harry’s house by Arthur’s black cab.

12. (1, exactly same suit) : at the church

*FYI
a) Eggsy’s first suit is same as harry’s #1 suit.
b) Eggsy’s 2nd suit at the pub is same as harry’s #2 suit.

This could be our thing

Short little one shot about Harry and his lovely girlfriend baking christmas cookies together. Hope you are all well and that you’ll like this! :) 

Warnings: none, it’s pure fluff

Gif isn’t mine but oh gosh look at his face!

I pressed the doorbell to my boyfriend’s apartment and though I’d done it several times before, it still freaked me out. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I breathed in shakily as I waited for him to open. My hands were shaking too and my knees weaker than they ever had. Harry would be here any second to invite me into his home and it’d be so ordinary and what any other couple did on a daily basis. Seeing Harry would be normal, just like hanging out with him. Only that it wasn’t, not in my head. Though he was familiar to me by now, coming by to his house to spend the afternoon with him, had a rush curse through me and made me wanna jump around. My tummy was dancing with happiness.  
I heard a faint hum followed by steps, then I was met with the sight of my boyfriend. He was so gorgeous it surprised me anew each time. His soft brown hair stuck out in different directions and the shirt he wore emphasized his muscly figure perfectly. Harry’s clear green eyes instantly locked with mine and a smile stretched his lips the moment he saw it was me.

“Hello, love!” he greeted me happily and opened his arms so I could step into them and hug him.

My reply was muffled as I pressed my face into his warm chest and I breathed him in contently while wrapping both arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly for a moment. Harry chuckled lowly before making a cooing noise and I felt him brush his nose against my temple.

“Did you miss me?”

I only nodded and smiled against the fabric of his jumper. Harry chuckled once more and wrapped both arms around my waist, squeezing tightly but not too tight all the same. He was perfect, I thought. Fair enough, Harry and I hadn’t been dating for too long yet, so it was possible that me believing he was flawless came from the rush of being in a new relationship. But honestly, I couldn’t think of any part of his, that I couldn’t fall in love with.

I slowly loosened my hold on him and took a step back, looking up at him with a mirroring smile on my lips.

“What’s the plan?” I asked, “You called and I’m here. What did you need my help for? Is something wrong?”

Harry grinned smugly at me and squeezed my hips to which he was still holding on to. “I didn’t really need your help. Just wanted to lure you here so I could test my freshly baked cookies on you.”

“Well, you wouldn’t have to go to such lengths,” I giggled and reached down to take his hands, “You only would have had to say the word ‘cookie’ and I’d rushed here faster than I have now.”

“Oh, alright, nice,” he laughed, squeezing my fingers before he pulled me into his apartment.

The warmth of his home enveloped me, instantly setting me at ease and calming my anxious emotions. Though they still had me wary around him and think twice about every move I made, I didn’t feel awkward. Harry and I had started dating a little over a month ago and everything was going more than well. He was funny and had me laughing most of the time we spend together. His intelligence surprised me anew whenever we had a long conversation and above all he was the nicest person I’d ever met. And though Harry never failed to make me feel comfortable, it was difficult for me to fully let go around him. Being with him was so new and not like anything I knew. Sometimes I felt ashamed for being worried, as nothing indicated that he struggled with getting used to have a girlfriend.

I slipped off my shoes and being the gentleman he was, Harry reached for my arms to steady me. He even hung my coat for me, making my heart jump at how cute he was being and so I leaned up to kiss his soft cheek in thanks.

A blush rose to his cheeks and his dimples showed. “C'mon, love.”

Harry led me to his kitchen where I could already smell the sweet scent of cookies and he directed me to sit on the counter so I could watch him. I hesitated first, uncomfortable with the idea as it almost felt a little intruding, but he insistent and so I clumsily climbed up and sat down.

“Now, I don’t want you to do anything,” he ordered and gave me a stern look, but his cheeky eyes betrayed him and I giggled. Harry continued: “I didn’t call you to do my christmas baking for me. You just tell me if you like the cookies or not.”

I shrugged and let my feet dangle from the high surface. “Sounds good to me. Wouldn’t wanna bust your ego.”

Harry pushed some of his longer strands out of his lovely face and turned back to face me, stopping his action of fastening his blue apron. Both of his hands were white with flour which I somehow only noticed now and my heart sped up at how incredibly adorable he looked. So comfortable and sure of himself, confident and funny. All Harry Styles and cute houseman at the same time.

“Bust my ego?” he challenged.

I nodded. Harry stepped closer and I spread my legs slightly so he could stand in between them.

“Now tell me,” he spoke lowly, one of his hands reaching up to poke my nose in a teasing gesture, “how would my oh so lovely girlfriend, manage to bust my ego? Which I don’t have, by the way. I’m not a vain person or-”

“S'not what I meant,” I reassured him and gently traced his forehead with my index finger and he momentarily closed his eyes, “I know you’re not a vain man, Harry.”

“Then what is it you were implying?”

I shrugged and took hold of one of his hands. “I’m quite good at baking myself, you know?”

Harry raised both brows and though he still grinned, I noticed something else light up in his eyes.

“Quite good, huh?”

I nodded and kicked my feet a little faster.

“How good?” Harry asked.

“You said you didn’t want me to bake for you, so you’ll never know.”

“Okay,” Harry nodded, as if deep in thought, then he pulled his hand away from my hold. “Good. This has just become a competition, then.”

“Has it?” I wondered and leaned in to press another featherlight kiss to his warm cheek.

Harry quietly hummed and nodded. “Oh, yes.”

His hands found my wrists and I shrieked when he began to pull. “Harry!”

A laugh fell from his pink lips and he grasped my waist so he could lift me off the counter and set be back onto my feet. I came to a tumbling stand and held onto his shoulders for a moment, before allowing him to step back so he could opened one of the drawers to our left.

“What are you doing now?”

He didn’t reply, but instead crouched down and began looking for something. Once victorious, Harry turned to stand in front of me with another blue apron in his hands, holding it out for me to take.

“Are we really doing this?” I asked, not quite sure if he was being serious or not.

“Absolutely,” Harry chuckled, “Put it on and get ready to have your ego busted, darling.”

“Alright, slow down,” I laughed.

….

My hands were sticky with dough and I felt way too hot. Harry had just put the second tray of oatmeal-chocolate-chip cookies in the oven and was now helping me with cleaning up the bowls we had used.
In order to find out who was the better baker, we’d decided to both make the same kind of cookies and then afterwards choose whose were better by shape, taste and color. We’d only made it to half a tray though, before Harry’s flour covered arms had wrapped around my waist to pull me to the side so he could take away my space and bake by himself, claiming that I wasn’t playing fair.

“How am I not being fair?” I’d then asked and had thrown some flour at him.

“You’re cheating, I know it. No way your cookies are sticking together better than mine are.”

“Oh, you’re such a sore loser,” I’d accused him, before I’d pushed at his chest so I could resume with my own tray.

Harry had only let me form one more cookie, before he once again wrapped his tattooed arms around my waist and he’d pull me flush against his chest, forcing my hands from the dough bowl. I’d laughed and had only struggled half-heartily, too happy to be in his arms again.

“You won’t even let me win,” I’d whined.

I’d shuddered when his warm mouth had settled right between my shoulder-blades in a kiss and my head had moved back to rest against his shoulder.

“Baking is my thing,” Harry had murmured quietly, “You’re not supposed to be better at something I was trying to impress you with.”

“Awe,” I’d cooed and laughed when he’d squeezed me tighter as a low growl had fallen from his mouth, “It doesn’t have to be my thing or just yours. Could be something we do together, you know?”

I smiled at Harry as he now stood beside me, drying the last spatula we’d used. Noticing me staring at him, he cheekily nudged his him with mine, smiling so wide his cute dimples showed.

“I’m really happy to be here,” I confessed quietly.

“Christmas has always been my favorite season,” Harry replied calmly and put the spatula away.

He then turned to me and reached down so he could hold onto my waist gently.

“And I think with you by my side, I might just like it a even more.”

When Harry’s warm lips found mine, I was still smiling. My heart squeezed almost painfully and my tummy tingled when a low moan fell from Harry’s mouth in response to me deepening the kiss. His hands moved from my waist up to hold my jaw before traveling down my arms to take hold of my wrists, pulling both arms up and laying them around his own neck.
We hadn’t started dating long ago and there were still a few insecurities to overcome on my part, but in that moment I knew, that there was no place I’d rather be than wherever he was. Harry made me so incredibly happy and I felt like the luckiest person in the world. It was too early to say it, and I would keep it to myself for a long while, but I knew then, that I loved him with all of my heart.

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Matchmaker Merlin ficlet

So unfortunately I am on my phone and cannot link to the posts that have inspired this right now (i’ll do it much later tonight) but here’s a little ficlet for @insanereddragon based on her idea of dancer!Eggsy, his anonymous benefactor Harry and his tutor Merlin. In this, only Eggsy is a civilian and has no clue about what Kingsman truly do (or even that Kingsman is a thing at the moment). It would probably help to read Red’s little plot-bunny about it, and the post is like… 5 posts away on my blog at most.


“What are you still doing here lad? Go home it’s late.”

“Not before you hold your end of the deal.

Eggsy is standing in front of him, arms crossed, and effectively blocking the only way out of the studio.

Not that it would stop Merlin from leaving if he wanted. He might not be a Knight, but he’s still a Kingsman. Eggsy would probably surprise him a bit in a fight, but never enough to the point of winning.

And anyway, neither of them really wants that fight.

Sure the lack of trust stings a bit, but Eggsy isn’t one of his agents. He might have accepted him as a tutor, but he wouldn’t trust him with his life. He intents of changing that of course, if only because the lad would pick up faster on the techniques he’s trying to teach him if he wasn’t trying to see where’s the catch, but it will take time.

Hell, the only reason Eggsy is even there today is because of the little deal they struck. Harry won’t be happy to know the nature of it, but if all goes well, he’ll only learn about it when it will be too late and he better be grateful by then.

“I was planning on texting you, but how about I tell you around dinner?”

“You asking me on a date guv?” It’s mostly joking, but Merlin doesn’t miss the way Eggsy nearly takes a step back.

“No. For one, you’ve got one penis too many to be my type, for two, I do have that thing called moral, and for three, your benefactor would happily skin me alive if he thought I was in any way inappropriate with you.”

Eggsy doesn’t relax exactly but he nods and steps on the side to let Merlin through.

“Alright, but you’re paying and that doesn’t count as the detail you have to tell me after each lesson.”

“Of course.”

He leads the way outside the studio and after a minute deliberation tosses his keys to Eggsy. Sure the lad’s got a few joyriding charges in his files, but he doubts Eggsy can be worse than the adrenaline junkies that pass for Knights at Kingsman.

It’s only once he’s seated at their table and he’s manage to push back his heart in his usual place, that he admits, to himself, that for the first time in a long while, he’s been wrong about something.

They might have made it here alright, but Eggsy is a worst speed demon than his files give him credit for.

He’s also smiling entirely genuinely for the first time since Merlin has introduced himself and told him he was willing to train him if he wanted to. Which is the only reason the first thing out of his mouth isn’t a vow never to let him behind the wheel again.

“Your benefactor likes to think he’s a gentleman, but most wouldn’t agree with his definition of one.”

He could leave that here, after all their deal is that for each lesson Eggsy goes through Merlin tells him one detail about Harry, but even after so little spend in his company, Merlin already has a soft spot for the lad.

There is no reasons for him not to delight Eggsy with slightly-edited anecdotes about Harry being the complete opposite of a gentleman.

And judging by Eggsy’s expression those tidbits of truth aren’t exactly hurting his friend’s chances with the lad either.

The Art of Being a Gentleman by frosteddream

Summary:

Out of all four of the Styles children, Harry has always been the most adored. He is the handsome, intelligent, and oh so charming golden child of the family, the perfect son who will soon be married to the perfect woman, a beauty queen named Victoria Astaire. Despite how loved he is among all who reside in the affluent town of Alton, his siblings absolutely despise him. In order to stain his squeaky-clean reputation and get their traditional, old fashioned parents to despise him as much as they do, they devise a plan that involves Harry’s giving nature, the desperation of a mother and father, and a mischievous boy who doesn’t give a damn about what’s proper.

This is a great fic. Harry is the golden child of the Styles’ family. Louis is the ‘problematic’ child of the Tomlinson’s family. When Harry starts teaching Louis ‘the art of being a gentleman’, he learns a few things about himself too. Photoset by me.

 Kingsmanassemble’s Harry/Eggsy Fic Rec

Here’s a list of my favourite Hartwin fics on AO3! (It’s most of them tbh, that tag is a wonderful place) Please adhere to all warnings on the fics before you read them! Enjoy! *Will probably be updated in the future!*

Angst 

Unbreakable by LadyEmrys

Eggsy learnt that it was okay to cry. 

Metal by eve_23

Eggsy goes with Harry to the church. Harry gets shot. Eggsy gets taken.

Simply Safe by PriyankaP

Eggsy runs to Harry Hart when he needs to feel safe.

Undeniable Chemistry by mickeysixx

Please note this is an entire series

Running (towards you) by starhurst

Based off a tumblr prompt.
In which Eggsy runs into his former training officer during a mission. After their encounter, Harry is left to pick up after the pieces. Rape/Non-con tw

Captured by Galahard

Tumblr prompt fill: Eggsy is captured and tortured, the villain utilizes the glasses so Harry is also privy to the torture but helpless to do anything about it.   Torture tw

Lost Afternoons on Smith Street by HartwinMakethMan

Eggsy and Harry are settling in for the night after another day of saving the world, when Eggsy’s drunk stepfather shows up on their stoop, bellowing about some parts of Eggsy’s past he didn’t want heard….

Stand Back On The Edge of Your Voice by fideliant

After getting injured on a joint mission with Harry, Eggsy wakes up.

Only he doesn’t. Not exactly.

The Color Red by anniepear

That’s the thing about mental breakdowns - you never see them coming.

(or the one where it’s been two weeks, eggsy can’t cope without harry anymore, and it all comes crashing down thanks to a plate of spaghetti)

Smut

HEM by Galahard 

Prompt fill for threesome Harry/Eggsy/Merlin. PWP. I didn’t even think hard enough to come up with a real title.

Take it Fast, Make it Slow by coloursflyaway

Sometimes, Harry calls Eggsy by his birth name in bed. Eggsy calls Harry ‘sir’ in return.

Steam by fremen_wali

from the OTP prompt: person A wants to take a shower but person B jumps in first and thinks A is bluffing when they say they’ll come in there anyway

Let’s sell it by Galahard

Anon tumblr prompt: Harry and Eggsy go undercover and have to pretend to be gay. They have to sell it for the mission and so smut happens.

Gently Apply Pressure by aerospaces

Harry’s called him into his office shortly after his little fiasco, which always means one of two things: either Eggsy is due for a spanking as punishment for recent behaviour or Harry’s got important news to tell him that can’t wait till dinner. 

A Gentleman’s Guide to Popping One’s Cherry by Callay

Eggsy squirms under Harry’s hands. “Stop being a gentleman and fuck me.”

“Eggsy,” says Harry in a low voice. “I’m going to be a gentleman and fuck you.”

An Education in Armor by Galahard

A gentleman knows more than one use for ties.

The Gentleman’s Guide to Heat by azrielen

Eggsy isn’t surprised by the fact that the Kingsman appear to be nearly all alphas.

Eggsy is an omega, then he’s a Kingsman, and no two heats are alike.

Something Untoward by polysyndeta

“You don’t never say nothin’, Harry,” Eggsy mumbles once the blankets are drawn and the lights out.

“I’m too tired to untangle your double negatives,” Harry grouses, a transparent diversionary tactic if ever there was one.

Rough Day by Galahard

Tumblr prompt: Can you do a Hartwin where Eggsy had a bad day and comes home and demands that Harry fuck him senseless, and then afterwards they talk about it? 

Other (mostly fluff)

Harry Hart vs That Damn Pug by sushicorps (Inclinant)

Harry had assumed he was way past that stage in his life to need to compete with another for the attention of his object of affection.
Apparently not.
The fact that the ‘another’ just has to be a dog is just salt in his wound.

Little House by aerospaces

Harry’s life is changed. It’s not dramatic but it’s noticeable enough that Harry wakes one day, blinking at the weight of a leg slung across his waist.

Starts on the streets of the invincible city by spiekiel

Eggsy pulls at his collar uncomfortably, knocking the bowtie crooked again. “Me and mum had some tough times, you know? Rent’s enough overdue, no one’s gonna ask where you got the money. So.”

The instinct to never let anyone who doesn’t love this boy touch him ever again just about overpowers Harry’s hard-earned, fraying sense of propriety.

Honeyed Lies and Bedroom Eyes by ToriCeratops

Eggsy has been looking at Harry like he’s dying of thirst pretty much since the day they met. And Harry is anything but oblivious.
It’s been almost two years, a world rescuing feat or two, and far too many wasted opportunities and Harry is tired of waiting for the perfect moment.
So he creates it.

That’s it for now, but if you read any other fics you love then send me a message and I’ll add them to this list! Please note that I am trash, I haven’t recc’d any unfinished chaptered fics (but will do so in the future) and most of these are smut, for which i apologise. I also avoided fics that were super angsty because i don’t like to cause myself too much pain so I apologise again (but like I said, if you read any you love, link me!). Please check out the authors other works!

Kudos to Harry for always being polite and respectful. He is always such a gentleman. He could easily hung up or tell her that this is none of her business. Due to the fact he can’t possibly say ‘yes, it’s about Louis’, he still managed to give a perfect answer although it crossed lines and he was clearly uncomfortable. I wish interviewer would respect him the same way he respects everyone else all the time. We love you, Harry 💖

anonymous asked:

alright but lemme give you this: harry being the bumble-ee like all 'oh eggsy i know you don't mean that it's alright' and eggsy being like you bet your sweet ass i did and harry just like '???????' like literally making the sound you hear when you read ?????

oh shit why didn’t I think of this because yes. I love suave, composed, intimidating Harry who is so self-possessed it’s almost aggravating how naturally he moves about any social scenario that would leave anyone else a mess

but I also love a Harry who has his insecurities and looks at Eggsy and can’t even begin to fathom what Eggsy would see in him; a man who, for all his pomp and bravado and self-assurance, looks in his mirror and only sees the wrinkles around his eyes and the greying hairs and the smattering of scars across his chest and thinks of all the flaws before anything else

and here you have Eggsy, who is just vitality and youth and kindness and all things wonderful personified, and Harry would never ever dare admit how desperately he wants Eggsy because Eggsy is good to him, is his friend and his protege, and Harry would rather have him at a distance than not have him at all

So after months of them dancing around each other, going out to lunch and Eggsy coming over for night caps and sparring at the gym and pulling pranks on other agents (no one ever knows if it’s Harry’s idea or Eggsy’s), Eggsy has Had Enough and after a few gin martinis, goes on a planned out speech of how much he loves Harry and damned being a gentleman and waiting and all this nonsense, he feels like he’s waited fucking long enough and Harry would please be so kind to take him back to his bedroom and proceed to fuck him because he knows Harry wants it to, he has to, god, Eggsy might not get down on his knees and beg

And Harry’s brain literally shuts down and he’s a trained spy god dammit, he has talked his way out of being tortured for god’s sake, and yet he has no idea how to respond to Eggsy because he honestly never knew, how did he not know??

(Probably to busy being a perv and ogling Eggsy’s arse in the gym that he totally missed Eggsy’s dopey “I’m so fucking gone for you” look that Eggsy is like constantly giving him)

Hartwin Rec List

For seacoloredeyes, who is bored and wanted more Harry/Eggsy in her life. Enjoy!

♥♥♥

under my skin (tried so not to give in)

This is a monumentally bad idea, Eggsy realizes, in the fraction of a second between reaching out and tugging at Harry’s tie and seeing his eyes briefly widen before their lips meet.

Class Of Conduct

Or, Six Things Eggsy Has Learned About Being A Gentleman

“Lesson number one,” Harry says. “Manners matter.“

Sequel:  On Hand

Or, Five Things A Gentleman Should Never Do Without

“In my defense,” Eggsy says, “It could have happened to anyone.”

Progression Of Things

People seem to get the wrong idea about Harry and Eggsy, but you won’t find much protest from Harry in that corner either.

into the wails of your windfight

It takes a mission gone wrong for Eggsy to find out that even in real life, the dead don’t always stay dead. Sometimes the movies get that part right, it would seem.

Pretty Gentleman verse

The one where Eggsy doesn’t get to watch Pretty Woman until after he realizes he’s living it.

Married to the Job

The one in which Harry is married to his friend (for entirely non-romantic reasons) and nobody explains to Eggsy that very important detail.

Handler

It seemed obvious to Eggsy that he’d be the next Galahad after he successfully offed Valentine. When an agent forces Merlin to stick to the test and refuses to let go of the fact that Eggsy didn’t pass, Eggsy finds himself in a different position at Kingsman than he’d originally planned.

all the tables turn

Harry Hart has terrible taste in men.

So it comes as a bit of a surprise when Eggsy smiles at him and the predator inside Harry cocks its head in consideration.

Dream In Red

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Eggsy wasn’t raised to take the soulmate marks too seriously. He could fall in love without them.

your world tomorrow

The one in which Eggsy never dreamed of the Cinderella life and ends up living it anyway.

The Rainbow Connection

Soulmate AU where you only see color once you meet your soulmate (so you don’t know them until you see them). And it goes away when they die.

Recuperandae verse

There’s a familiar face in Arthur’s seat, and Eggsy’s not at all ready to deal with this whole phoenix-rising-from-the-grave schtick.

Pig Latin

In Kenya, Eggsy falls off a flight of stairs. Or: lessons in cohabitation.

Eggsy discovers the joys of a home-cooked meal among many other things.

Hand Over Foot

Eggsy wakes up naked.

Little House

Harry’s life is changed. It’s not dramatic but it’s noticeable enough that Harry wakes one day, blinking at the weight of a leg slung across his waist.

Kingmaker

“Eggsy, I really don’t think-“ Merlin began, and stopped, because at that very moment, Eggsy walked right into a lamp post.

Across the street, at a sidewalk corner cafe, reading a paper, sandwich part-eaten on a plate, sleek, long legs crossed neatly under the table, was Harry Hart.

Elysium

Three months after Harry Hart is shot outside a church in Kentucky, but five months before he shows up in the shop unannounced, a young man jumps from the Golden Gate Bridge.

"You dirty lil’ fuckin prick.“

My thoughts on why Chester King, who has been the embodiment of upper-class snobbery up to that point, loses his upper class accent and speaks in much coarser manner.

Chester King was not born into the upper class, but came from humble origins much like Eggsy. Some way or another, he obtained an opportunity to rise above his station and become a “gentleman”, possibly on the charity of someone else (who may be affiliated with Kingsman). He attended public schools on this sponsorship and pretended to be the same as all the other rich kids there. Much like Pip from Great Expectations, he was ashamed of his origins and concealed them from his peers.

His talents at deception also made him suitable to become a Kingsman agent. The name “Chester King” may not even be his original name, but a false one he created as part of his pretence. It is a bit of a coincidence that the leader of Kingsman, whose code name is Arthur, just happens to have the family name of King. Of course, it’s also possible that he was adopted into the actual King family, or perhaps even an illegitimate child sponsored in secret - which would explain why someone from high society would choose to sponsor a seemingly random working class kid.

Coming from such a background, Chester King would most likely be resentful of two kinds of people: 1. the kind of people from his youth who would’ve scorned him if they knew of his true origins, and 2. people who are jobless, commit petty crime, get involved with drug, etc. He considers them inferior and offensive because he thinks they’re the reason he was once looked down upon, and that he’s so much better than them for having “risen above”.

It’s also very possible that Chester King pretends - not only to everyone, but also to himself - that he has always been a upper class gentleman, instead of someone who once hung onto bottom rung of the social ladder. He believes that what he has now is definitely the most superior, and condemns his past as something shameful. This internalised classism causes him to be even more of a “snob” than the others, because he’s always overcompensating for lowly origins.

In other words, Chester King’s snobbery is more due to spite than an actual belief in his superiority. His holds those opinions in spite of those he despises and those who would have despised him. It’s also a form of hypocrisy, because he condemns Lee and Eggsy who come from similar backgrounds to himself while insisting that he is superior. This is part of his own self-delusion that he is better than everyone around him, because it’s hard to believe that when other people can also achieve the same things he has achieved.

Chester King’s reason for allying with Valentine: what better way to prove your own superiority than to make yourself one of the “chosen people”, one of the elite minority that will survive a cull of the human race?

He lets Harry walk into a death trap in Kentucky because he most likely resents Harry for being something he cannot be. Harry Hart, who is undoubtably a gentleman without having to act it, who carelessly discards the superficial aspects of gentility for his own interpretation of what being a gentleman means, who scoffs at things like classism and calls him a snob to his face.

Harry Hart, who is everything Chester King pretends to be and more, but doesn’t even care for such things. Harry Hart, who gives no fucks about what other people think about him, yet commandeers their respect and admiration like it’s effortless. Harry Hart, who would never agree to Valentine’s plan despite being someone from the same elite group that would have been “saved”.

Chester King knows Harry Hart is better than him, and he hates it.

Another thing that should be considered is this: since he hates Eggsy so much, why would he still offer him a chance to join Valentine’s side?

Firstly, what he says to Eggsy can hardly be considered an “offer”, since it’s a “join us or die” threat rather than a choice between two viable options. Chester King has seen Eggsy’s loyalty to those he cares about, and his refusal to harm an innocent for a larger gain. Eggsy’s rejection of his “offer” is hardly a surprise, and it would’ve been a lot more straightforward if he had Eggsy killed or locked up instead of giving him a farce of a choice. So, why does he do it?

It’s because, ultimately, Chester King’s notion of being a gentleman is about maintaining the appearance of gentility. He makes Eggsy an offer because it makes him seem magnanimous, because it gives him the same feeling of power and superiority that Valentine gets from simultaneously playing God and playing Noah.

If you’ve seen some of the rhetoric from the colonial period, much of the colonisers’ actions were self-justified as being something “good” - about “improving” and “taming” the “savages”, about “enlightening” them to “civilisation”. The colonisers claim that their actions are really for the good of the colonised, because it makes them feel better about themselves. It’s also why voluntourism is so popular in some countries - people like to do things that make them feel better about themselves, and better than other people.

Similarly, Chester King’s “offer” is actually more for his own sake rather than out of some kind of guilt over Harry’s death. He wants to feel like he’s standing above this person he resents, quite literally holding Eggsy’s life in his hands, but also to feel like he’s being a generous god by “offering” a lifeline. He wants to feel vindicated when he kills Galahad’s protégé, because it would be further proof that Harry Hart isn’t better than him - after all, he would be the one to survive, while Harry and his aggravating boy would be dead.

Chester King is so caught up in this desire to feel superior that he doesn’t even notice the trick Eggsy pulls off under his nose - quite literally, too. In fact, the only person in the entire film who notices Eggsy’s light-fingered activities is Harry, even though he had his back turned at the time. Harry knows what Eggsy is doing because he expected it, and his reaction is one of exasperated amusement. Harry treats Eggsy with respect, which is why he is the only one to notice when Eggsy tries to pilfer the lighter-grenade. The other two people we see Eggsy trying to trick, Rottweiler and Chester King, both consider themselves superior to Eggsy and disrespect his abilities, which is why they both fail to see through what Eggsy is doing.

In conclusion, Chester King’s hyprocrisy and superiority complex are the reasons for his downfall.