i mean im rarely here so its not really my place to say it but you know what lmao im going to stroke my big ego boner and say that im a pretty gosh darned amazing harry hart and you should definitely write with me
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SOMETHING HAS GONE AWRY, HASN’T IT? a measure of uncertainty bubbles up among kingsman agents upon the discovery that covert operations worldwide have been receiving orders that do not quite align with the status quo. international agents have found themselves abiding by these orders blindly, but suspicions arise as the modern day knights of the round table discover particular patterns in their own communications that raise eyebrows. something is amiss.
about .
this is a group verse run by monty ( @likeprotege ) and chris ( @likementor ) with the intention of thrusting agents into the thick of suspicious goings - on that’ll lead to not only an internal investigations in the kingsman agency, but additionally, an investigation regarding other intelligence agencies and why they’ve taken certain measures that seem decidedly out of character. agents will find themselves piecing their information together to get to the root of what is happening; cooperation with other writers is not only allowed, but also encouraged. regular updates to the plot will be posted as the storyline progresses.
joining .
joining is simple! the tag we will be using is gv: covert warfare. ( with the period. ) simply fill out this little form and submit to @likeprotege :*
for the sake of avoiding confusion, muse duplicates will not be allowed. additionally if you apply for a title ( re: kingsman and statesman titles ) that have been taken, you will be contacted to discuss another title.
muse info. character name: first and last. agency: ( kingsman? statesman? any other intelligence agencies seeking to cooperate? ) rank / duties: ( what it says on the tin; what does your character rank as? what are they responsible for in their respective agency? )
mun info. name: blog participating: ( applies if you have a main blog and you’re applying with sideblogs )
and that’s all! happy intel - gathering, agents. you’re dismissed.
members .
under the cut .
permanent starter call !!!
in light of the recent uptick of new followers ive seen on harry as of late, let me make a brand new starter call so that both new and old followers alike can get on board with. feel free to hit the lil heart so i know i can send you the occasional starter, meme, or ask !!!
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there are days, rare as they may be, where eggsy would sooner prefer curling up with sweetened tea and a book on the chair he’d long since claimed as his own in harry’s study, but those come few and far in between. all spring in his step and boundless energy, the park is eggsy’s oyster; for the span of this vacation, he can seek thrill after thrill and punctuate each of them with a mickey - shaped treat. they’ve only just begun; lucky is he that harry humors him. in moderation, of course. everything in moderation. evidently, however, as he walks alongside eggsy and they explore the grounds, he’ll allow young galahad to lead the way, ticking off everything he’d like to experience at his pace and preferred order. ❝ know what? let’s go find a photo booth, ❞ a suggestion, as though he hasn’t already captured a number of photos on his phone. ❝ then we’ll get something to eat. sound good? ❞
resistance is futile when pitted against the torrid pull and tether of eggsy’s hand clasped firmly around his wrist, yanking him along throngs of family units and adolescent couples pilfering kodak moments. the skies are dotted with balloons drawn tight by small fists as children scuttle between calves, further lending an intoxicating ambiance of puerile glee. if walt disney had intended for this park to play out as an experiment on the human psyche and expressions of euphoria, then the peals of giggling and laughter would indicate bountiful fruits borne. some call it the happiest place on earth; harry’s inclined to believe in the claim, despite his weighted cynicism. nobody is above escapism, especially not grown adults saddled with stunted aspirations and a 9-to-5 grind. ❝ do you know where they are? ❞ he asks, speaking over the din of general commotion among them. ❝ bloody place is a labyrinth. ❞
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he fully intends to be milking this for all its worth as long as they’re here. eggsy is immensely dedicated to his duties, but finds the instances that he spends off of the field are the largest incentive to be as much; they serve as a reminder that he has a life to live, and so do the civilians they wind up saving, though the dangers of bond villain - esque concocted schemes remain unbeknownst to the public eye and he finds himself collecting a headline of the sun to commemorate another mission accomplished, as his predecessor had. he laughs; there’s another set of ears with a polka dotted bow between them on the stand, and he makes a grab for those to slip them on. ❝ gonna kiss me now, mr. mouse? ❞
jubilation is well deserved, as it tends to be when the stakes they bear measure the weight of the world and its inhabitants. but catharsis differs between individuals, as it does between eggsy and himself. whereas a pot of lady grey would ally the day’s stresses swiftly enough for the elder spy, his spirited beau seeks out for what thrills that may appease to ravenous enthusiasm, whittling down an incredible reserve of youthful effervescence to size before he winds up breathless and sated at home. it will be quite a while longer before that happens, when he counts only four rides that they’ve crossed off eggsy’s list. turning to look over the younger man, he merely passes an arm around his shoulders before moving away from the stand, leaving a handful of change in his wake for both plastic hats. ❝ i think it best if we get along with the rest of your itinerary, minnie. the park is large enough as it is. ❞
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@likementor / disney time !
it’s the vacation they’ve needed for quite some time, now, though he finds endless humor in the sight of harry surrounded by mickey mouse - shaped everything and costumed workers walking about, posing for photos with the other attendees. he plucks a pair of mickey mouse ears from a stand and stretches up, setting them atop harry’s head. he’s beaming, naturally. ❝ — does this make me minnie mouse? ❞
a child of the sixties, there is decidedly less exhilaration provoked by fantastical recreations of dioramas from disney endorsed properties in a man of his age. grim parents tethered along by children with tacked on smiles and weariness to their eyes would share in that sentiment. but the energy is no less palpable in the combined electric thrum that reverberates from puerile excitement in the air, and if one makes a marked effort to suspend disbelief, these fastidiously replicated sets do feel to be bending reality to their whims. momentarily distracted, there’s little to stop eggsy from settling a plastic pair of mouse ears over his head. ❝ you’re shy of a bow for the part. ❞
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@likementor / continued .
yes, well — suffice it to say that only one harry hart finds himself bestowed with a lapful of languorous prince, all regality and impish smiles, yearning solely for the intimacy of a private space and an amorous touch. here, affection begets mischief, as he sprawls out in such a way that he very clearly demands every ounce of attention that he had not been denied, but rather, he had received in far too formal a manner to be content with. grinning ear to ear, he lies on his front, trapping his escort and therefore giving him little choice but to cope with his wiles. that isn’t to say he isn’t normally saddled with this particularly intriguing burden, leaving one to face very interesting situations, but within their privacy, he tends to have to face adoration and trouble all the same.
❝ a bit, yeah. mostly comfy, ❞ no attempt made to study harry’s expression — which he knows very well will be one of careful, crafted professionalism, as it always is — he lifts his head toward the hand atop armrest, dropping a kiss against his thumb. ❝ — you tired? ❞ idle conversation and genuine curiosity; harry’s day starts before his, after all, and ends after it. ❝ no idea how you ain’t collapsing all the time. ❞
what does one make of royal decorum when even the heir apparent sports a marked departure from it? let no one be deluded by the pomp and finery of circumstances foisted upon eggsy, for the frankness in expression he express candidly beyond an insistence on fastidiousness belies all the trappings of his own peers, wild and unadulterated. senior members of the royal staff would be quick to point out slights to otherwise polite etiquette, nipping errant recalcitrance by the bud. but its all arbitrary at best, if one were to ask harry. in conventional society built upon the foundations of new money and the dot-com boom, tradition seems fussy at best and onerous at its worst, serving to no greater purpose beyond a florid, ornamental one to be marveled at by merit of its heritage. a fact bolstered by royal tours spanning continental voyages, with the family put up for show with their broad smiles and esoteric ways. they make for great marketing, too. there’s a pretty penny to be made out of commemorative crockery. harry would know; he keeps a painted plate of eggsy sold during the crux of his birth all those many years ago.
the question prompts a glance down over where blond curls sit coiffed, if not ever so slightly askew from the day’s labour. the fatigue will come late during the evening, on his drive home. otherwise, there’s little indication of it here on the job. he’s paid for his time, after all. ❝ you learn to adapt in the navy, sir. there are ways to get around it. typically extreme, but effective. ❞ harry explains, in no certain terms. ❝ but no, i’m not tired. ❞
slooowly stretches across his lap.
never one for moments apropos to intention, as he comes to expect from these sporadic little nuances of behaviour that eggsy was prone to exhibiting. the journey to palace grounds necessitates a good amount of time from their prior engagements of before and while weariness has settled in a deep weight in his limbs, he doesn’t think to act on abating it. duty and dignity above all else, comfort be damned. sleeping on concrete with only a threadbare excuse of a blanket underneath to keep skin from ground has willed that mantra into etched permanence. his forbearance is commendable, so much so that despite the antics, harry remains planted in his seat on the upholstered bench, lips merely pursing in a thin line to indicate any modicum of response.
suppose it’s a far reach to think a populist prince would take to the strains of royal duty well, tucked under the rigor of a stiff regalia and obstinate ceremony. lineage or not, youth still thrums wild and unhinged behind this groomed pedigree. fingertips tapping down onto the sheen of a polished mahogany armrest, he demurs. ❝ i take it you’re lethargic, your royal highness sir. ❞
daddy’s in lad maybe things will get done on here today
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❝ yeah, but you like a bit of rough, don’t you? ❞ the posh folk always do, he’s almost certain. in hindsight, maybe it’s no surprise that they’ve wound up here. ❝ sounds good. let’s do mediterranean. ❞ his kebab cravings have been rampant lately.
❝ does it matter what i like? ❞ unabashed mirth, the glint to those clear eyes are all too telling in what havoc they will wreak today, carte blanche. reaching for the kettle, he pours a fair amount of scalding water into a waiting teapot. ❝ have you a restaurant in mind? ❞
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❝ you wasn’t saying that the first time you decided to give me a proper buggering — ❞ there he goes. charming, but no less crass, as always. ❝ whatever. i’m up now, ain’t i? don’t think i wanna do anything big today, though. ❞
❝ how uncouth, eggsy. i had hoped you would have known better than to speak of our dalliance beyond the bedroom. ❞ he’s prepared to look past much of these antics today, given the occasion. ❝ perhaps a dinner then, later on in the evening. with your mother and daisy. ❞
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❝ don’t need to say please when it’s what i deserve, guv. ❞ teasing, of course; he’s certain the smile can be felt in the kiss. ❝ thanks, ❞ he replies, pressing another kiss to the corner of harry’s mouth. ❝ glad i get to spend it with you. ❞
❝ your demeanor leaves much doubt. ❞ there’s vibrancy to eggsy’s antics today, a spryness in step that only adds to his usual exuberance. charming thing. harry chuckles. ❝ you sleep in too often to warrant spending it with anybody else, i’m afraid. ❞
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in the end, he’s still very much the same eggsy that existed prior to the regimen of kingsman becoming a part of his life. it had given him a sort of structure he had been lacking, but it had not changed his ways of engaging in impish activities with his friends. the difference lies in that he certainly isn’t seeking out a fight where he had once deliberately provoked his stepfather’s lackeys in the hopes of tangling himself into a scuffle, yearning to feel anything other than maddening stagnation in the way his life never appeared to change. but that is years away from today, where he shoulders enough responsibility to remain level - headed, if not a touch mischievous.
he snickers, spun around, feeling very much like it’s something out of a classic romance, pliant save for the way he manages to keep upright, what of his weight he still settles on his own two legs. ❝ mmn. ❞ an absent sound as he inclines his head, nuzzling against a hand; he thinks about it for a moment, and finally nods. ❝ yeah, please, ❞ smiling now, eggsy hardly dares to detach himself, despite accepting an offer that clearly means he’d have to grant harry the opportunity to walk. curious, he speaks through a yawn; his tone wavers as he forces the words throughout. ❝ you gonna join me? ❞
despite sworn oath to queen and country, puppeteers of fate and players to global conspiracy aside, there’s no desire for kingsman agents to be broken down and reconstituted to suit the purposes of the institution. one recognises the humanity inherent to the men and women they send out into the fore of gunfire, and seeks to tread no further beyond what professional demarcations would dictate. ultimately its a job all the same, with a persistent culture ingrained by decades of continued operation. even harry deigns to bring his work home with him when it can be best avoided. what one fervid boy does with his time off is his business all the same.
a bing crosby medley is punctuated by the crackle of an rca vinyl set to play on his turntable, and the final verses are belted out from the last song on the record. harry takes his cue and brings them both to a complete standstill, hearing a stillness to the night that splinters ever so briefly by eggsy’s breathing. ❝ go on up and get undressed, ❞ he tells him, the high tip of his nose leafing through a fringe of blond. ❝ i shall meet you in the bathroom. ❞
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@likementor kiss the birthday boy :*
❝ so where’s my kiss? ❞ he doesn’t wait for an answer; he’s already puckering his lips.
❝ i take it that a ‘please’ is too far out of the question? ❞ he acquiesces regardless, meeting the pout of a mouth with his own. ❝ happy birthday, eggsy. ❞
❝ A suit is the modern gentleman's armour. And the Kingsman agents are the new knights. ❞
independent harry hart of kingsman // highly selective groomed by chris. graphic credit: monty
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graceless of him, of course, to settle a portion of his weight against harry’s far more steady form; he doesn’t appear to realize that he’s done so, instead taken by the familiar scent of him that had long since become synonymous with home. the night had been as perfect as it could have been without harry there; every now and then, he’d sent a text or a photo with his friends, checking in regularly, and more than likely revealing progressing phases of inebriation over the hours.
❝ yeah, ❞ he says, muzzily, tucked into harry, addled and pleasantly drowsy with drink and smoke; if he wanted to, he could likely doze mere minutes after settling down. as it is, however, it appears eggsy wants to make up for an evening spent out and about rather than cozily tucked in, pressing a mindless peck to harry’s throat and nuzzling against him once more. ❝ had fun. mates say hi, ❞ he continues. ❝ couldn’t wait to get back home, though. ❞
the city plays host to many delights, tucked behind street corners and stale neighbourhoods that no longer fall under the favor of local municipal councils. conducted beyond the sneer of high-street regalia ornamented in baubles of bright light and self-proclaimed importance, this was witching hour for those keen on cheap thrills, when suburbia proffers acquiescence with a blind eye. harry sees little reason in curbing eggsy’s enthusiasm for it all, and asks for no more than what the boy readily provides by means of the odd text message or haphazard vignette. boys will be boys, and such was zeal they harbor for catharsis, away from the structure and regimen of life and all that it would entail. he hasn’t forgotten his own youth, tame antics and all; everything in moderation.
accommodating the rustle of golden flax that presses to the underside of his chin, harry sways are measured, guiding the jellied length of limbs across parquet. ❝ did they? ❞ their names do not come immediately when beckoned. ❝ i’m glad to hear that. ❞ and he sets the room around them to circle in a spin before stopping short, lest nausea be coaxed into ugly affliction. his thumb skirts over the side of eggsy’s cheek. ❝ you’ve had quite the night. would you want me to run you a bath? ❞
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@likementor wanted egg love .
❝ just dance with me for a sec, yeah? ❞ be patient with him, harry. he’s just gotten in from an evening out with jamal and ryan. anyone that knows the trio well enough is well aware that their gathering tends to mean antics, and that’s precisely what it meant tonight, as well. they smoked, and drank, and smoked some more, and everything’s a bit fuzzy at the edges, hazy, like a nearly - forgotten memory that hasn’t quite left the mind.
eggsy has his face tucked against his chest, arms lazily drooped over his shoulders, determined not to let go. it isn’t so much dancing as it is a slow, gentle swaying, side to side. he’s still near completely dressed, having toed his trainers and socks off at the door, jacket tossed over the back of the couch, and he remains clad in a pair of trackies and a polo, comfortable enough to drift off in if he settles down for long enough. quietly, he sighs.
❝ — missed you while i was out. ❞
a request clear from left field catches him by what semblance of surprise one could hope to eke out of harry hart, in the symptomatic pinch of crows feet by the sides of his eyes and furrowed brows. the raucous clutter of thick-soled sneakers and heavy footfalls bring about some indication as to eggsy’s return, and doesn’t beget much in the ways of raised eyebrows until he catches wind of him thumping up from behind. in wafts acrid london by night, smelling of cheap booze and the burnt ends of joints rolled with crushed tobacco; he surmises that the evening has been spent with much revelry.
bearing the weight of a lax young man by the breadth of his front, harry keeps firm purchase by his underarms and hoists him up to stand. the discombobulation shows in messy footwork as eggsy commits himself to some loose semblance of a dance, and harry plays into it to the best of his efforts. a strange thing to behold, this hazed endearment that he’s now subject to. leading him into a slow waltz, he raises his brows in question. ❝ did you enjoy yourself? ❞