#inktober hartwin

[daddygraves]

Inktober Day 15. Intimacy

@iffy-kanoknit @melisjevisje

Softly glowing twin bedside lamps, illuminating the master bedroom's sophisticated coziness. A four-poster bed the centrepiece of the nest, and in it, two pyjama clad figures. One curled around a small fluffy dog, tapping away on the abrasive light of a smartphone, the other opting for the timeless comfort of a good book just before sleep.

A phone is turned off, and a burning flame of curiosity sparks against the flint of calm.

"Harry."

Eggsy says his lover's name both as a question and a statement. The elder man looks up from the novel Eggsy found him in Harrods last week, that he's been utterly devouring, and appraises him with a slight lift of his eyebrows.

"Yes, darling?"

"Was just thinking...." Eggsy scratches tiny Hamish's ears, and the dog wriggles with delight on the  cushioned bedcovers. Harry rests his novel on duvet, and adjusts his position against the grand wooden bedhead.

"D'you ever take your eyepatch off?"

The former Galahad digests Eggsy's question for a silent moment. "Well I take it off in the shower, yes." He gently slips a bookmark between two pages of his novel, clearly conscious of the leather pad strapped upon his face.

"And when I must wear my glasses, for work." Harry's tone carries a lilt that suggests Eggsy knows this already, but is unsure of what his partner is getting at.

"Yeah, I know babe," Eggsy replies, propping himself up on an elbow. His bare chest and arm provide a cosy nook for Hamish, who immediately snuggles his tiny body in. "But d'you ever like, just leave it off? Like no glasses or nothin'."

"Was just curious, s'all," the dirty blond adds as an afterthought. His eyes traverse Harry's features, in an attempt to gauge a reaction.

The taller man replaces his book on the nightstand, folding his hands in his lap. "No. Not really, no."

"Why?"

The question hangs suspended in the mild air, waiting for one of the two men to snatch it up.

When Harry doesn't jump to respond, Eggsy supplements the question with, "Just wondering, I spose. Cos' you've never really taken it off in front of me ever."

Once again, Harry's answer seems carefully measured, as though the man planned it carefully. "Well, until now, you've never expressed any desire for me to. So I just did as I do when in public, and cover it. It makes no difference."

But by the slight tremor in Harry's voice, and the stiffening of his spine against the cold headboard of the bed, imperceptible to the untrained eye, it clearly does. As much as Harry tries to hide it.

"I think it does. Make a difference, I mean, babe."

"Are you implying you're comfortable with me removing the patch?"

"Of course I am." Eggsy's tone is full of feeling compared to his partner's reserved one. Yet the older man studiously refuses to meet his eyes, gazing down at the intricately patterned duvet beneath his hands. Hamish snuffles in his sleep.

"Harry." Definitely a question, this time, though softer in hue. "Will you show me?

Please." Eggsy's words have the weight of a single feather, landing soundlessly upon the mattress. A conflicted expression passes over Harry's face having his young lover reconsider such a heavy request. Yet after some thoughtful, brooding stalling by lamplight, a murmured 'yes' still exhales from close lips.

Gently shifting the sleeping puppy away from his limbs, Eggsy scoots over in bed, so his warm frame presses into Harry's. The mood between them has intrinsically shifted, a crackle of apprehension and intensity between them both.

Sliding down with his hands to meet Eggsy in the bed, Harry rests his head on the same pillow. Inhaling, exhaling, he stares up at the ceiling. With rigid, mechanical movements, trembling hands gently reach behind, into the thick, short waves of chestnut hair, and ease off the sturdy band that keeps the eyepatch in place.

Eggsy waits with bated breath as turning away, Harry deposits the eyepatch on the nightstand with his book, and lays his head back onto the pillow. But the older spy keeps his face toward the ceiling, so only the unmarred side of his profile is visible to Eggsy.

"Are you certain." The waver in Harry's voice is a whisper of anxiety, only those closest to him can detect. Eggsy hears it instantly. The tiniest inkling that the usually unshakeable gentleman, who could kill in a heartbeat, was actually afraid.

A smaller hand slips over to rest soothingly on Harry's sternum, feeling the rise and fall of his lungs. Harry grabs it like a lifeline.

"Absolutely," Eggsy murmurs steadily.

Connection, familiarity, intimacy. It isn't always the art of love-making, of twin nudity, or anything outrightly sexual at all.

It's the lightest of brushes with pinky fingers as lovers walk through their neighbourhood, leashed dog trotting happily in front. Randomly gifting a partner a book theyve never heard of, but are sound in the knowledge they will like, because it sounds like the ones they've read before. Afternoons in the garden in summertime, with a gin and tonic and The Sun, getting utterly drenched by a dog mid-wash, but unable to keep a smile away when a boyfriend swoops in for a kiss that tastes like sweat and dog shampoo.

Communication with but a glance. The twitch of a jaw muscle or setting of eyes that says more than words ever will.

It's Eggsy seeing Harry remove that last, tissue paper barrier between them with methodical, distant hands, even as his eyes swim with intense emotion, jaw set. And then rolling over, to bare all.

Intimacy is letting your lover touch a part of you you barely let yourself go near, with the brush of a single finger over rippled, convoluted flesh.The few inches of skin that are a visual reminder of so much pain, both physical and psychological, of stained glass windows, high white ceilings and splintered pew seats and blood and gore and rage and a single gunshot. Of angry goodbyes that might have been forever, if not for some nanobots, alphagel, and little Hamish, who yipped in his slee, a fluffy croissant unaware of his crucial role in an agonising road to recovery. Everything they had gained, everyone they had lost, all came down to a piece of scar tissue.

The part of you that makes you recoil in disgust at its sight, and hide away with trembling hands. For fear that your lover will react the same way, and shy away, because you are no longer whole.

Eggsy takes Harry's face in a steady hand, and presses the tiniest breath of a kiss to Harry's trembling, ruined eyelid.

Because the truth is, the part of you that turns your stomach is the part they see no difference in. And love, just as unconditionally and endlessly as the rest of you.

"I told you, Harry. I love you, all of you. Always have. One eye or both."

Hamish the sleepy yorkie wiggles over to the two big waterbottles in his bed, both of which seem to be leaking, and curls up between them with a final huff of contentment.

[midnightsharks]

Inktober 2019

Day 29 - Corpse Bride AU

Ship: Hartwin

[felixvanhuss]

Okay so not a proper Inktober but idk at least it’s still art XP

Following this prompt list ^^^^ Day 1 Normal

[vervayn]

Day 2 - Sweater weather

[stansilverart]

What.is.traditional.art.even :) //screams

[protosstar]

i went to see the new kingsman yesterday

[machoeggsalad]

26 - i didn't have a prompt today and wanted to take some time to draw some other characters with some references. this one's a mess but i hope to draw more of these two (and merlin and statesmen) i don't think this is spoilers since we all knew we trade in 2 eyed harry for sexy eyepatch harry.

[ayryn-art]

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Inktober Day 4: Today I decided to draw some fanart yasss!! I watched Kingsman: The Golden Circle last week and, even though I loved the first one more, I enjoyed it too much, so I needed to draw my beloved Harry and Eggsy.

Hope You like it! :D 

As always if you have any prompt feel free to write it to me! And if you want to be tagged too ;)

Day 1Day 2 Day 3

@sherchemistlock @i-amsavilerow @ace-paladin @swimmingfeelsinajohnlockianpool @sherlobsessed @aamapolaa @simpleanddestructivechemistry

[typewritersandtentacles]

K/inktober Day 1: Kissing - Hartwin First one is sfw

[mimimarilynart]

Day 21 - 1C Hartwin for @gouachley <33

[fthartwin]

Kingsman Fandom Event Calendar and Challenge List!

I’ve seen tons of writing challenges and events pop up lately, so I figured we should have a calendar!

This calendar has the sign-up and posting times of all the challenges I know of. If I missed one, let me know so I can add it in! Here is a list of the challenges on the calendar:

Kingsman Flash Bang

Bottom Harry Fest

Kingsman Fic Wars

Kingsman Big Bang

Additionally, the Dark Kingsman Block Party’s AO3 collection is always open, and there have been mentions of a second round of the Kingsman Secret Santa.

[daddygraves]

Inktober Day 5. Fallen

Hey Harry. S’me, Eggsy.

S’probably not the call you’d expect t’ get fro me. But I’m 90,000 fuckin’ feet in the air above the Pacific, me jet’s been hit by that Aussie thug’s rocket launcher, an’ losin’ altitude fast. Merlin’s tearing his eyebrows out, since he’s got no hair, tryin’ t save me as we speak, but we both know it ain’t gonna happen. Both engine’s are fucked, the ejector seat is jammed and I didn’t pack a parachute. I’m losin’ altitude pretty fast. I know you can ‘ear all the beepin’ and wailin’ going on here in the cockpit, but jus’ try t’ ignore it, yeah?

I gotta come out wiv it now, uddawise I’ll never get the fuckin’ chance. I’m sorry t’ tell ya like this, but I won’rt be able t tell ya when ya fish wahteva’s left o’ me outta the ocean. Oh wait, Kingsman leaves bodies where they fall, eh? Being buried at sea ain’t so bad I ‘spose. Better’n being burned. Yuck.

So here’s the thing. I need ya t’ take care of Mum n’ Dais for me. I got enough money t’ keep em tidy, don’t worry. There’s enough t’ keep payin’ the rent, n’ Mum’s pay from hairdressin’ should keep just fine. There’s anovver account for Dais’ when she gets t’ uni age, for ‘er education, so you make sure that stays untouched, ‘kay?

Tell ‘em I died alright. Tha’ I wasn’t in any pain, tha’ I didn’t suffer. I don’ give a fuck wha’ the truth is, jus’ tell ‘em that. Make up some lie that’ makes my death as painless as possible for ‘em, ok? Say I’m missin’ if ya have to. Just make sure they don’t suffer, ‘kay? An’ tell em I love em.

Tilde’ll be right cut up. I love ‘er too. But not in tha’ way bruv. We jus’ married cos she needs the throne from ‘er dad, cos he’s well sick. Motor Neuron disease, early stages. She didn’t want people t’ see him suffer. So is it okay if I tell ya how much I fuckin’ love ya, and ya’ll be the last thought in my mind when I go?. Cos I’m fallin out of the sky, hard an’ fast, just like how I fell fa ya. Bruv. M’sorry Harry. Really didn’ want ya t’ find out like this, in a fuckin’ voicemail. But I’ve loved ya since ya bailed me out. I loved ya when ya copped tha’ headshot in Kentucky. I loved ya when ya were my best man, but I hadn’t the guts t’ tell ya. Cos I know ya don’t feel the same. An it’s fine.

I’ll be wiv Rox, Jb an’ me dad soon. I got bout 10 seconds.  It’s kinda beautiful out here, in a way. Goodbye, Harry. I love ya, I love ya, I love ya, I love ya, I love ya, I love ya I love ya I love ya I lo-

Recording has ended. Press 1 to delete, or 2 to replay.

Death is white.

Blurry, blindingly, eye-wateringly white, with white walls, a beeping vitals machine, and a bed with warm, soft sheet.

Harry Hart, with bloodshot, baggy eyes, gripping Eggsy’s warm hand with his larger one, head bent in prayer. 

“Don’t you ever, ever leave me a voicemail like that again”.

[midnightsharks]

Inktober 2019

Day 18 - Heroes/villains AU

From my fic Flip

Ship: Hartwin

[felixvanhuss]

Day 8 - Angel/Demon AU

Yeah, I skipped a day. Yeah, there’s nothing that makes this immediately identifiable as hartwin art. This is how it is today aksfbajh

[stansilverart]

Itried.jpg

[typewritersandtentacles]

K/inktober Day 4 - Size-kink I went more for the feels than the sex with this one. I just like them hugging? And tippy toe standing!!