Fair warning y'all. Below the cut is the crackiest piece of shit I have ever written, including the following pairings: Hartwin, Eggsy/Tilde, and HARRY HART X ELTON JOHN
Also I'm officially coining their ship name as Harlton and NO ONE CAN STOP ME
(light spoilers for tgc)
It's inevitable, really.
If you save the world... well, you know what that means.
It means, of course, that you end up in a committed and rather cutesy relationship with whomever it is you've saved.
Which is how Harry Hart finds himself shacking up with Elton John. As it turns out, 'back-stage pass' was somewhat... euphemistic.
Terribly predictable, if you ask him.
Less predictable is the night they host Eggsy and Tilde for dinner. It's unsurprising that the couples get on like a house on fire, given that each consists of one spy and one celebrity, both of whom are in entirely over their heads. It is surprising that Elton and Tilde happen to have something else in common.
Said commonality leads to a very large amount of liquor being poured down Eggsy's and Harry's respective throats, and the both of them being thrown in a closet and being told, in no uncertain terms, to either fuck it out of their systems or to pull their heads out of their arses and make a few grand declarations.
"I love you terribly," Tilde says, patting Eggsy on the cheek, "but you never wanted to be a prince."
With that, she closes the closet door, locks it, and gestures for Elton to pour her a drink.
Before a full minute has passed, the sound of desperate snogging drifts from the closet
"I think it's gonna be a long long time," Elton says sagely.
Cracking run this morning. Weather conditions were just right. 5k in 21mins and 59 seconds. Happy with that. All fueled on red wine and wood fired pizza from last night. #getfitordietrying #lockdownfitness #harlton (at Haslingfield) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBH_uf8nrmO/?igshid=1f37vykdcvlbt
The Church of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Harlton.
Within cycling distance from my home is the church at Harlton. The village is known now as the home of Gwen Raverat from 1925 to 1941, although she is buried with her family in Trumpington.
There are various monuments over the church, in windows and on plaques. Also over the church are bits of scratched graffiti as well as a large monument in alabaster and marble. However at the bottom of this post are a set of small statues that are a local secret and rather beautiful.
The Fryer Monument
The first John Fryer, father of Thomas Fryer, the elder of the men commemorated on the monument, was born at Balsham and educated at Eton, King’s College Cambridge, and the University of Padua, then the greatest medical school in Europe. Although he was for a time a Lutheran, and was indeed imprisoned for heresy in the 1520s, by 1561 he was imprisoned in the Tower of London for Catholicism. He was released in 1563, but died of the plague in October of that year.
A scratched Elizabethan gravedigger with spade.
Said to be a consecration mark this pattern can be found all over the country, in churches, barns, castles and on furniture. Most people call them Daisy Wheels or Hexfoils.
The root screen below is said to be Cambridgeshire’s only one made totally of stone.
The rector of the church in 1908-1922 was William Ellison, it is guessed in the 1920s, his son Henry Ian Ellison was the carver of the twelve disciples in the reredos - in the style of Eric Gill. William on his plaque is listed as having eight children.
