#Harry Hart x Reader

[specialagentlokitty]

Harry hart x daughter!reader - new family member

Harry and daughter teen Reader playing with dogs, and Teen Reader finding an abandoned puppy who everyone walk past due to the pup having three legs. - Anon 💜

Walking down the street towards the tailor shop, you stepped aside to let a couple walk past, offering them a small smile.

When they went past you began walking past once more only to stop, and looked at a box in front of a random shop.

There was small yipping, and you crouched down, mindful not to get your coat in the puddle next to you.

“Well hello.”

Reaching out, you let the puppy sniff your hand before reaching over to pet it’s back.

It wiggled with happiness and you looked around for a possible owner, but nobody seemed to pay any attention to either of you or seem to care.

Turning back to the puppy who was trying to get out the box, you laughed a little bit, carefully picking it up to place on the floor.

The puppy yipped and bounded around you excitedly, tripping over a few times.

“Aw you’re so excitedly you can hardly walk on your own three legs, how about we get you to the shop and all nice and warm.”

Sweeping the puppy in your arms, you carried on walking.

You carefully ran your fingers over the dogs fur, taking the turn around the corner, bounded up to the shop and pushing the door open.

Setting the puppy on the floor, you hung your jacket up by the door and looked around.

“Merlin are you here?” You called.

“Yes I’m here (Y/N).”

He came around the corner, and you beamed a little bit at him.

“Is my dad back yet?”

“Not yet, he should be here later this afternoon with Eggsy. Is there something you need?”

“Not really no. I was just hoping he would be back by now, you can help me wi the me current task though if you have time?”

Merlin hummed, putting a suit jacket before turning to look at you.

“Which is?”

“Bathing and taking a stray dog to the vet before taking it home?” You grinned.

You point to the puppy and Merlin laughed, immediately agreeing to help you.

He was tasked to care for you when your father was busy, and Merlin could never say no to you.

You could ask him to fly you all over the world, and he would.

So he happily helped you care for the puppy, who you were told was a boy and you decided to name Eli.

After getting some more things, Merlin dropped you back at home, and you spent the next few hours waiting for your dad to get back while settling Eli into his new home.

When Harry got home, he wasn’t expecting to be rushed by a puppy, so when he nearly tripped over his own feet trying to avoid the hyper animal he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I take it this is your doing?” He asked.

“Yup!” You beamed.

Harry smiled, picking the dog up, walking over to give you a hug.

“And this is why Merlin never replied to my calls?”

“Also yup.”

“Of course, what’s this little guys name then?”

“Eli, he was a stray, now he’s mine.”

Harry hummed a little bit, placing Eli back on the floor.

“Do I get a say in this?”

“Nope.”

Grabbing the ball from the floor you held it out to your dad and he took it, gently throwing it down the hallway for Eli to go chase.

You laughed, going to get the ball from the puppy, sitting in the floor to roll the ball around.

“Let me put this away, then I’ll come join you.”

Harry walked past to put his things away, and he came back, sitting next to you so the pair of you could play with your newfound family member

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[renx01]

You called

Prompt: “You came.” - “You called.” Pairing: Harry Hart x Reader Fandom: Kingsman Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood and injuries, honeypot mission Word count: 1511

‘Galahad.’ It was barely a whisper which came out of your mouth. The predicament you were in wasn’t as you had planned. The mission in and of itself was relatively simple: go to an event, talk to some high ranking people and criminals in order to gather information, and leave. Yet, here you were sitting on the floor in an alley, bleeding from a gunshot wound.

It had been going quite well. Your target, Vincent Giante, had been at the event early and you had approached carefully but confidently. Merlin had informed you that he was, in fact, a ladies-man, and that it could be of use to, as he said, “throw your womanly charms at him”. You ended up following that advice after the target had shown interest in you, most likely due to the rather revealing emerald-green dress you were wearing. ‘My, my, a lovely young lady at an event such as this one, alone and seemingly without a date.’ Vincent had said to you as he approached. It sounded vulgar as he said it, as if she were a piece of meat, an object which he was intent on owning. That would never happen in a million years if you had any say in it. You did, however, have to play into it. ‘Why thank you, I’m flattered.’ You say as he grabs your hand and leans down to kiss it, his touch lingering a tad too long for your liking. ‘So what’s your name darling?’ ‘Josephine.’ Was what you answered as you heard Merlin in your ear. Target on lock. Vincent made small-talk with you for a bit before the two of you were approached by a man. ‘Sorry, boss, that I have to interrupt your conversation with this lovely lady.’ He leans in and whispers something to his boss which you’re unable to hear. That’s Vincent’s right-hand man, Giovanni. Be careful around him, he can be quite the fighter. Merlin informs you before the pair can shift their focus back to you. ‘Sorry love, I have to go meet with some people.’ He sounded genuinely disappointed. He leans in to kiss your cheek and whispers in your ear. ‘If you’re feeling up for it, meet me outside in an hour.’ 

Time passed slowly as you waited to meet up with Vincent. You were in fact, not feeling up to it, but it was too good of a chance to pass up. During that time, you mingled with some more of the guests, but were unable to gather any information that was particularly of note. Merlin, on the other hand, was able to gather the information that Vincent supposedly had a harddrive with him which contained some secret documents which the Kingsman could use to folly his organisation’s plans. As the agreed upon time approaches, Merlin fills you in about the surroundings and what to look out for. Supposedly, Giante would have the drive somewhere on this person, so the goal had shifted from gaining information to getting the harddrive without being caught. 

Outside, it was quiet, the hustle and bustle of the event left behind. Vincent stood near a statue in the gardens, seemingly alone, yet you knew better. It was likely that multiple of his men would be surrounding the two of you, looking out for his well-being. ‘Josephine, I’m glad you came.’ He smiles and puts his hand on your shoulder. ‘Let us walk for a bit, I’ve been inside all day.’ You take the arm which was offered to you and join him.  After ten minutes you reach a part of the gardens which seemed completely isolated. Slowly, he tries getting closer, putting his hand on your lower back as he whispers things in your ear. You endure them, finding them disgusting but pretending to love the attention. Slowly, he starts kissing your neck and eventually mouth. If it weren’t for your training and experience, you probably would’ve gagged as his hands slowly started lowering further. Finding your focus again, you shifted it to trying to find the harddrive on him, roaming your hands over his body. Eventually, you feel it in one of his pockets, and slowly but surely, you try to get it out. As he starts getting more passionate you manage to grab hold of it. Slowly, you slip it into one of your hidden pockets. After a few more minutes you pull back and look him in the eye, smiling kindly. ‘We should take this elsewhere.’ Taking his hand, you lead him back to where the event was taking place. He seemed quite content for the time being, but you weren’t too convinced. Well done agent Kay, get out of there. 

Vincent leads you back inside to a relatively quiet corner, stopping a moment to talk to one of his men. As you look around, you suddenly hear a click just behind you. ‘Now love, I had so much fun, but I’d prefer it if you handed back that harddrive.’ Vincent sticks out his hand while the man behind you slowly pushes the gun against the back of your head. ‘We can talk about this Vincent.’ You slowly walk up to him. Agent Kay what are you doing? Get out. Merlin almost screams in your ear as you try to remain as possible. You slowly put your hands up, ‘I was enjoying myself quite a bit, but I suppose that is now over?’ your voice is almost sickly sweet. The hand he was holding out slowly wraps around your chin, tilting it up. ‘It’d be a pity to lose this pretty face.’ You were stalling quite a bit, that was clear.

Kay, Galahad is on his way. Just get out of this venue.

Galahad, that was your sign. Your colleague was on the way and you only had to get out of the building. Leaning into his touch, he clearly gets distracted once again, just enough to pull out a small knife and throw it backwards into the man that was pointing a gun at you. Turning, you grab hold of the lead and break the man’s fingers, then shooting him with his own gun, followed by shooting Vincent in the head. ‘A shame really.’ You scoff before turning and running into the crowd, 8 men following you, their guns loaded. Every step felt hot, so very hot, and they were right on your heels. ‘Fuck’, a soft whisper escaping you as they start firing their guns.

Kay, I need you to confirm that you are on the way out. ‘Confirm Merlin, I just have to lose some people.’ Heels continue to click where-ever you go. After turning a corner in one of the many hallways, several more of the men following you go down as you disarm and shoot them. That is until you didn’t have any ammo left. Of course this would happen to you, as if your day wasn’t going terribly already. ‘At least I still have these ones.’ You throw a few knives, hitting several throats. Their blood covers your face. Around you several bodies lay and you are finally able to breathe, even if it’s just for a moment. ‘Galahad, do you copy?’ You say quietly as you continue walking through the maze of hallways. Several footsteps can be heard from several of the hallways around you, so you start running once again. 

‘Merlin, where is Galahad?’ 

You don’t get a response.

Managing to finally get outside, heading into a dimly lit alleyway, you see over a dozen people following you. Pulling out your own gun, you shoot as many of them as possible while continuing to move. They shoot back, one hitting you in the leg. 

‘Fuck.’

They seem to keep on coming, and slowly, they surround you. ‘Galahad do you copy?’ Bodies keep on falling, but time seems to be running out when another bullet hits you, this time in your left shoulder. Frustrated, you throw some more knives and grab one of your daggers. One by one they go down, and with every body that hits the ground, your green dress becomes more red and your limbs are covered in blood. As the last of your energy slowly leaves your body and you start feeling faint. 

‘Galahad.’ 

It was barely a whisper which left your mouth. Before you are able to say anything else, you feel a gun being put against your temple. ‘Calm down lady, drop the knife.’ There was only one man left standing and he had the obvious advantage. You sigh, letting the weapon fall to the ground. 

You had to find a way out of this situation, you always did, but your body seems to be done. A gunshot interrupts your train of thought, the gun which was held against your head, falling away. Turning, you see Galahad standing there.

‘You came.’

Your voice sounds exhausted as you stand there; shoulders slumped and body aching. Your colleague approaches and hugs your body tightly.

‘You called.’

He whispers in your ear before kissing the side of your head.

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[muiitoloko]

HONEYPOT

Summary: Galahad arrives home after a honeypot mission, seeking solace in the embrace of his wife.

Warning: Angst.

Pairing: Harry Hart (Kingsman) × fem!Reader

Harry Hart had just returned from a taxing mission that left him physically and mentally drained. The weight of his responsibilities as a Kingsman agent always pressed heavily on his shoulders, but tonight he needed a different kind of connection.

Slipping into their home with the practiced ease of someone who had done this countless times before, Harry found himself drawn to the bedroom where you were peacefully sleeping. He was tired, his body aching from the exertion of his mission, but the need to feel close to you was a hunger he couldn't ignore.

The moonlight spilled into the room, casting a soft glow over your sleeping form. Harry's gaze lingered on you for a moment, his heart swelling with affection. He knew the risks of his job, the honeypot missions that required him to use his charm and allure to extract information. It was a part of his duty that often left a bitter taste in his mouth.

As he slipped into bed beside you, the warmth of your body drawing him in, Harry's movements were slowed by the tiredness that overtook him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his touch tender as he traced the curve of your jawline with his fingertips. He needed this closeness, this reassurance that despite the complexities of his work, he had someone waiting for him at home.

Harry's thoughts drifted back to the honeypot mission he had undertaken earlier. He had been tasked with seducing a target, extracting crucial information from him. The encounter had involved a lot of kissing and petting, a performance that left him feeling both hollow and guilty.

You had understood the nature of his job from the beginning, and you had given him your permission to carry out such missions. You recognized the importance of his role in keeping the world safe. Yet, the guilt remained, a constant companion that nagged at the edges of his conscience.

He turned to face you, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his touch a mixture of tenderness and desperation. He needed you to understand that despite the masks he wore and the roles he played, he was still the same man who had fallen in love with you.

You stirred, your eyes fluttering open as you registered his presence. Your gaze met his, and Harry saw a mixture of love and understanding in your eyes. You reached up to cup his cheek, your touch grounding him in the moment.

"You're back," you whispered, your voice laced with sleep.

Harry nodded, his fingers entwining with yours. "I am."

The connection you shared was a lifeline that he clung to, a reminder that despite the complexities of his job, he had someone who knew him, who saw beyond the facade he presented to the world.

The look in your eyes remained on Harry's face, your fingers gently caressing his cheek as you noticed the guilty expression that clouded his features. You held his face between your hands, concern evident in your eyes. "Harry, what happened? You look troubled."

Harry's fingers played with the fabric of your nightgown, his gaze shifting as he tried to find the words to explain. "I had a honeypot mission today."

Your brows furrowed slightly, a mixture of curiosity and concern in your eyes. You mumbled a quiet "oh" in acknowledgment, the taste of unease settling in your mouth. You knew that such missions were a part of Harry's work, but that didn't mean they were easy for you to digest.

He continued, his voice soft as he recounted the details. "I had to attend a party where my target was. We spent some time flirting at the bar before he took me to his hotel room. I needed to retrieve an important file."

When he fell silent, a weight seemed to linger between you, punctuating the unspoken truth that hung in the air.

"You don't have to tell me more if it bothers you," you whispered, your voice gently reassuring.

Harry's gaze dipped, his fingers unconsciously tightening on the fabric of your nightgown. "It's not fair to you. You deserve someone who doesn't have to do these things."

You shook your head, your fingers directing his eyes back to you. "Harry, I've known from the start what your job entails. But that doesn't change who you are to me. The man I love isn't defined solely by his actions in the field."

His heart swelled at your words, a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability bubbling within him. "I don't want these missions to taint what we have."

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer until your foreheads touched. "Harry, my love, you've faced the darkness and emerged stronger. Your heart guides you, and it's that heart that I fell in love with."

His grip on you tightened, as if he could anchor himself in your love and understanding. Emotions swirled within him, a storm he had been suppressing for far too long. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes, and he struggled to suppress the flood of emotions that threatened to break free.

"Let yourself feel, Harry," you whispered, your lips brushing against his. "You're not alone in this."

His barriers crumbled in your embrace, and he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to release the pent-up emotions that had been weighing him down. You held him as he trembled against you, a steadfast presence offering comfort and strength.

As the tears subsided, he found himself enveloped in your unwavering support. His heart felt lighter, as if the weight of his guilt had been shared and lessened. With you by his side, he knew he could face any storm – even the dark shadows that his role as a Kingsman agent brought into their lives.

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[congratzams]

𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖘

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: harry hart

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: just a list of harry hart's kinks <3 he's such a dilf and a sweetheart, ugh! love him

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut !!

𝐀/𝐍: minors dont interact!

ROLEPLAY

Can you imagine Professor Hart lecturing you? Yummy. Harry is a talented man with a vast experience of going undercover on missions and it would certainly add realistic aspects to your fun time together.

As previously stated, one of his favorite fantasies is professor and student, although he also shows interest in playing detective and suspect. Try to imagine this man in an interrogation scene — we all know he would put great effort in getting information out of you, no matter how.

SEMI PUBLIC SEX

This man happens to be on missions ninety percent of his time. His life is being a Kingsman after all. That being said, his libido might achieve its peak during important missions and Harry wouldn't mind satisfying both your needs in a fancy bathroom, let's say.

Sometimes, if you were feeling quite lonely in the back of his car and there was still some time left until you both arrived at your destination, as a gentleman, Harry would let you ride him for as long as you wanted. I must add, though, his risks are always very calculated so he would only indulge in fucking you if he deemed it safe. Exposition is a limit he would not cross.

SAPIOPHILE

Okay, not exactly a kink, but listen. Harry is a man of manners and it is an important aspect of his life. He is also insightful and intelligent. One of the aspects he admires in a partner is being able to keep up with him. Talking about challenging topics during breakfast? He loves how smart you sound. He would also point out some details you might've not said. 

Soon, it would become a battle of smarts. The provocative tone in your voice would make his blood go south in a minute. You would be fighting for the upper hand of the discussion and when he gives you a brilliant response, you would be left speechless. 

Your wounded ego, despite not mean, would get back at him in a childish manner. That's not fair, Harry! You know I'm right, you're just… Better at words! Indeed, you could place the blame at anything or anyone, but the truth is that you were too naïve to know his real intentions. 

Harry was excellent at testing your limits and you would take the bait anytime. He loved hearing you argue and defend your values, it also excited him, how fierce you were when it came to that.

In a moment, he would have you against a wall, his cock hard as rock pressed against your thigh while your hand tugged at his hair. From time to time, he enjoyed a good fuck, the rough ones in particular. 

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[jesuschristwhatsgoingon]

I rewatched Kingsman because it’s a DILF movie and y’all can’t change my mind.Colin Firth and Mark Strong had zero reasons to be that attractive.This has been in sitting in my drafts for a long while and I hope y’all enjoy this!

You’re the newest addition to Kingsman who joined a year or two ago so you know the other agents well but the ones you got along the most were Agent Galahad and Merlin.

You work well with the both of them and gone with them for numerous missions(separately).

It wasn’t hard to crush on the both of them considering how wonderful the both of them are with the bonus of how easy on the eyes they were(looking respectfully,of course).

With it being a serious workplace environment and the both of them probably seeing you nothing more than as a co-worker or newbie,you knew nothing more would come out of it and was content with the way things were.

So when Arthur needed all three of you to go on a mission together,it was a bit of a shocker.

You know that Galahad and Merlin worked together for years and are the best at what they do.So with you still being relatively new,this mission made you nervous and it doesn’t help you admire the both of them immensely.

You guys would be undercover at a gala at some rich asshole’s mansion and would need to find some important documents.

The mission required you to be in close proximity to each other due to whatever reasons.Sounds difficult when you don’t want to be suspicious,right?

The solution?You will go undercover as a sugar baby and the other two as your sugar daddies.

Since they’re both gentlemen,they would discuss if you’re okay with doing what’s needed to convince people of your roles.

The amount of endearing nicknames they would call you and the amount of touching just honestly makes me blush.

(Not me imaging having to sit on one of their laps as they’re whispering in your ear the plan and the other leaning down to kiss your neck to be able inconspicuously listen and breathlessly whispering back down your neck. . .I’m not fine)

BONUS

You guys are about to get caught in a room that you guys definitely shouldn’t be in.What makes people more uncomfortable than to see public display of physical affection especially when it seems a bit too physical.

Good thing Merlin and Galahad are really good actors.At least,you think they were acting,right?

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[lydia-san]

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[shmaptainwrites]

For your prompt-request thing—

Harry Hart, hurt/comfort prompt 1 :D (it was a rly difficult choice btwn 1 and 3 ngl)

hi bestie! i'm so sorry this took me ages to write, but i hope you enjoy it!

Pairings: Harry Hart x fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol, drugging, death mention, attempted abduction, no use of (Y/N)

Cocktails

“Hey, Miss, you seem a little lonely there. Mind if I join you?” 

You looked up at your target, Alex Connor, with a polite smile and nodded your head. Step one was going according to plan. 

“Just keep your guard up, Guinevere,” you could hear Merlin’s voice warning you in your ear. “He seems quite innocent, but we all know what kind of things he’s capable of.”

You held your closed water bottle tightly and did a quick scan of the facility, making another note of your exits and seeing Harry’s position in a booth near the back so he could keep an eye on you. 

“Everything alright?” Alex asked and you nodded your head. 

“Just been a long day,” you mumbled. 

You knew he liked to work for his information, it was all a part of the game he played to take you off your guard. To make you trust him. But your goal was to do the opposite so you planned to play his game right back. 

“Really? Do you need someone to talk about it with?” he asked in one of the most convincing genuine voices you’d ever heard. 

“I-,” you shrugged. “Not really, I think I'd rather have a distraction.”

“I’m good at that too,” he chuckled. “Let’s get you a drink first and then we can see what we can do about that.”

You gave him a look of slight reluctance before ordering a cocktail which the bartender already knew to make a virgin. 

A few minutes later he placed the colourful drink in front of you and you took a sip. At least you could say it tasted good. 

“So if I want a distraction do I get to pick?” you asked. 

“Sure,” he nodded. 

“Alright then, tell me about yourself,” you started easy, making it seem as if you may have been interested in him. If he thought sex was on the table maybe he’d give you the information you were looking for. 

The conversation went on for some time, your drink mainly untouched, and it felt like a pair of eyes were burning into the back of your skull. 

Weirdly enough, that was your comfort in the situation. Knowing that Harry was right there in case anything went wrong settled the nervous feeling in your stomach that normally came with dealing with such a dangerous person alone. 

Eventually you managed to get him to crack, not without a little more flirting and light hand grazes here and there, and Merlin applauded you on the extraction. 

You turned your head for just a moment to signal to Harry that you’d be ready to get out soon and as a little treat to yourself you took another sip of your cocktail. 

You tried to close off the conversation with Alex, but you could feel your limbs growing heavier. Your mouth refused to move in the way you wanted, almost paralyzed by something and when you looked back down again at your drink in horror, you noticed a faint white powdery residue on the black straw. 

You had turned your head for less than two seconds and he had drugged you. 

“Oh you don’t look too good,” Alex said and now you could hear the disingenuousness in his voice. “Here let me get you some help.”

You wanted to protest, panicking, but you couldn’t bring it in you to move yourself from the position you were in. 

You tried to scream for help, but nothing came from your lungs. 

“Excuse me?” you could hear a voice behind you as your body wasn’t able to hold itself up anymore and you were fully relying on Alex not to fall off your chair. 

“Sorry I’m just trying to get my girlfriend-,”

“Your girlfriend?” 

Whose voice was that? It sounded so familiar, but all the things in your brain became a jumbled mess covered in a thick fog. 

“Yes my girlfriend,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“That’s my wife,” the voice said flatly. “And I’ll give you one chance to hand her to me before this situation gets any more complicated than necessary.”

Knowing better than to cause a scene Alex let the other man take you in his arms, and through the haze you managed to recognize the soft feeling of those arms wrapped around you. It was Harry. 

Alex quickly left the bar and  Harry gently turned you around, still able to see the frantic, worried look in your eyes. 

“Hey, hey, just look at me, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and you hated that you didn’t have any control over your body. Harry seemed to sense this and you could hear Merlin talking to you both, giving Harry instructions on what to give you to counteract the drug Alex had used. 

He took something small out of his pocket and grabbed your water bottle, placing the pill in your mouth before helping you drink and swallow. 

“It’ll take a little while to kick in okay?” he told you, taking your glasses off so you wouldn’t have to hear the cacophony of headquarters. You were overwhelmed enough. “Come on, let me get you out of here.”

You weren’t sure if it was whatever drug Alex had used or what you had taken to counteract its effects, but you could feel yourself drifting off, whether it was to sleep or something much more permanent you had no idea, but at this point, the effects were too strong for you to care and you let the quiet envelop you. 

—

When you opened your eyes your whole body felt like it weighed a ton and a half. You struggled to push yourself up into a seated position so you could assess your surroundings. You had last been at the bar with Harry and now it seemed like you were back in your hotel room. 

“Good, you’re awake.” 

You turned your head to the sound of the voice and saw Harry walking towards you with a bottle of water. He was still in his work suit which made you think that not too much time had passed. 

“How long was I out?” you asked. 

“A few hours. It’s within the symptoms of what I gave you. HQ might want to run some tests when we return but I suspect you’ll be in good health,” he explained. “Here drink this.” 

You noticed the bottle was unopened and you smiled a little to yourself, Harry did seem to know you well. If it had been a glass you probably would have refused to drink from it. The paranoia of the incident still made your heart beat a little faster than it should. 

“How are you doing?” he asked. 

“Just a little woozy-,” 

“That’s not what I meant,” he interrupted. “That experience must have been quite frightening. I can’t imagine what you were feeling.” 

You stayed quiet for a moment before taking another sip of water and whispering that you didn’t really want to talk about it. 

“I understand,” Harry nodded, “but if you ever just need someone to listen you can always come to me.” 

“Thank you, Harry,” you reached out your hand to hold his and give it a light squeeze. “Really, not just for this, but always looking out for me. Whenever we’re partnered on assignments I know I’m in good hands.” 

“Anytime, my dear,” he gave you one of his soft smiles and you could instantly feel the beat of your heart slow to a calm, regular rhythm. 

You knew even if it stayed just as that, gentle grazes of a hand against another, a soft smile and a reassurance, everything, in the end, would always be okay.

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[mysadcorner]

Can I please request being the daughter of Harry Hart and being a Kingsman agent but having the opposite everything from him? Like he is quite serious, maybe reader is silly/goofy (but ofc serious when it comes to her job) in kingsman it looked like he had kind of light, short hair? Maybe reader has long black curly hair ect ect

Harry Hart x Opposite!Reader Headcanons

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Despite living quite differently to the majority of people, he is quite good at keeping an open mind. Because of this, if you live quite differently than he does, or have a lot of hobbies or interests he hasn't tried then he'll be more than willing to try them just for the sake of trying something new.

He finds your presence to be quite refreshing, it gives him the opportunity to deal with something outside of the things he experiences in his every day life without having to get himself into danger or go too far from home. You may not agree on things all of the time or have the same view, but it's nice for him to experience a different perspective from you.

Harry wouldn't have any preference about how you dress or the way you look as long as you're comfortable. A seen by his many interactions with other people, he doesn't care about people's backgrounds or how they decide to perceive themselves to other people, so it certainly doesn't matter to him when it comes to you.

Having you around may help him express himself more openly to others, despite still keeping himself calm and collected as always. As you're the opposite to him, it's very likely that you're much more outgoing and able to express your emotions than he is; having you around him so much eventually helps him open up after your ways rub off on him naturally over time.

If you aren't as well travelled or haven't had many experiences as he has then he will go out of his way to give you those experiences and visit those places. He may not be able to take a break and do this with you often, but whenever he is free he most certainly will be taking you on a small holiday or break as soon as he can. This also helps you see a different side of him, a more relaxed and less cautious version of himself due to being away from him duties for a short while.

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[alwaysdogmaticslumber]

I WANT HARRY HART.

that is it. that is the post.

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[perksofbeingatallpotato]

Kingsman: The Mushy Pea

Harry Hart x Reader Request Warnings: None Word Count: 645 A/N: I began working on this two years ago. Hello anon, terribly sorry. Writer's block. Survived mild covid. Still surviving life and all the other stuff. I wanted this to be really cute and fluffy, that's probably why I kept putting it off and why it took me this long. Hope you guys will like it despite it being short. Let me know. Request: “Oh yay! Great! Can you please do a Harry Hart x reader where the kingsman have lunch together all the time and he finds out he's in love with her when she laughed at that one time he had a "single mushy pea on the brim of his spectacles"? Please make it a fluffy end. It's based on a kingsman red carpet interview about colin being a messy eater dressed perfectly and all, and I love that little flaw. It's cute. Thanks.”

It's not every day that all Kingsman agents are sent out on missions, there are days when you just have to clock in, do a bit of office work, and clock out as if working a normal day job.

There were even times when you tried to pretend to be an actual tailor and hang around the shop, but in reality, you were checking out the fabrics you want for your next suit. By the third time you did it, the tailors knew what you were up to, but they didn’t say a word, maybe they loved having you around.

Sometimes, you'd even pop by Merlin's office and annoy the hell out of that Scotsman until he kicks you out, or be a useful side-kick and help him oversee a mission.

Most days like this seem slow when you're used to all the action out on the field. It is kind of boring waiting around for something to blow up or a terrorist to come out of hiding and the sorts.

The highlight of a normal day at Kingsman is eating lunch together with the other agents. Sharing a meal, exchanging stories that aren't classified, and chatting about current events give everyone a sense of normalcy in this otherwise extraordinary line of work. Though the discussions are usually centered on Eggsy's antics and embarrassing moments, because, well, he's always the first one brave enough to share his mishaps.

Today's lunch was fish and chips. Roxy was out on a mission, so it was just you, Eggsy, Percival, and Harry at the table. You often take a seat between Eggsy and Roxy, across from the senior agents. It wasn't intentional, there are no factions, you all just kind of got used to this seating arrangement.

Once the food was served, everyone started digging in. It could be the gloomy weather, or they went on a sparring session at the gym because no one hasn't said a word yet.

Harry was sitting across from you, gulping down his plate. A perfectly-dressed man, posh and all, eating as if his life depends on finishing everything on his plate.

After a few spoonful, you looked at him and noticed something. It took you a while, but a wide grin spread across your face when you figured out what it was.

You broke the silence by laughing at Harry.

Of course, he looked at you and raised his eyebrows.

This caught Eggsy and Percival's attention, they looked at you, puzzled. When your laugh finally died down, you pointed out that there was a mushy pea perched on the brim of Harry’s spectacles. And they laughed at it too.

Harry Hart, the epitome of a perfect gentleman, a messy eater.

Who would have ever thought?

Despite being the center of attention, he smiled at you. Suddenly, he felt like butterflies were fluttering inside his stomach.

As someone who once aspired to be a lepidopterist, he knew that it was impossible, but he was sure that what he felt at that moment was real.

He shrugged, "I eat like a warthog." And then he laughed along with the group.

Harry took off his glasses to remove the mushy pea and smiled again at you.

You turned back at your plate, as did the others. Harry then went on to explain how he is used to inhaling his food because, for him, he could taste it better that way rather than eating it slowly.

You laughed, "isn't that the opposite of how our sense of taste works?”

He just chuckled in response.

Harry suddenly felt tongue-tied. It was at that moment that he knew that all he wanted to do is to make you laugh, so he could hear it over and over again, and to make you happy, for the rest of his life.

And that's what he set on to do.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Harry hart x reader - killing boredom

Hi, I think your writing is really amazing. I was wondering if you still write for Kingsman? If so would you be able to make a Harry Hart (from Kingsman) x Reader story where reader is a Kingsman agent? Saw this prompt “I’m bored.” “Don’t you have a job to do?” “Nah.” in your prompt list so maybe something with that? Otherwise just anything really. Of course you don't have to write anything you don't want to. Also if this is the wrong spot to send requests please let me know. Thank you :) - @shadowyfriend53💜

You knew if he wasn’t at HQ there was only a handful of other places you would be able to find him, but you were lazy and didn’t want to search all of them.

Sitting at your computer, you did a few things to it and you sat at your desk, kicking your feet up on it as you waited.

It wouldn’t take long for him to get there, but the waiting around was still boring, so when there was a knock on your door you turned to it as it opened.

“Hey, Harry sent me to come check on you, he said you messaged him claiming it was urgent.”

You looked up at Merlin.

“Is he coming?”

“Of course he is, but he just wanted me to check on you since I’m here.”

Merlin chuckled a little bit, shaking his head as he leant against the doorframe.

“You know using the code word you two have just because you’re bored isn’t why it was created (Y/N).”

You grinned a little bit.

“How long until he’s here?”

“He’s ten minutes away.”‘

With that, Merlin left your office, letting you go back to waiting impatiently for the man to arrive and burst through the doors to your office.

Which after 15 minutes of waiting he did, he threw the door open and looked at you sitting leisurely at your desk.

Harry sighed, closing the door behind him as he walked in.

“So, I assume that there is no serious threat?”

“Nope, but I knew you would come if I texted the code.”

Harry looked at you, sitting down on the other side of your desk, picking up some of your papers so he could go through them.

Usually the pair of you worked on missions together, so it wasn’t much of a surprise to you when he started to go through your work.

“So, why did you deem it appropriate to text me this code word even though you were far from being in mortal danger?”

He had a disapproving tone, but he wasn’t angry and that you knew.

He just found it amusing that you would use a code which was only for life and death situations just because you wanted him to come all the way to HQ to be there with you.

“I’m bored.”

Harry hummed a little bit, setting some of the papers down.

“Don’t you have a job to do?” He asked.

You shrugged a little bit.

“Nah.”

“I believe this mountain of paperwork would disagree with that.”

You grinned a little bit at Harry, turning your head so you could look at him.

“I’m just bored Harry, and you’re not working today.”

“That is because some of us do happen to take days off, unlike a certain workaholic who still insists on coming in even on days off.”

Standing up, you walked over, draping your arms over his shoulders, resting your chin on his head.

Harry leant back a little bit.

“Well, what would you like to do?” He asked.

“Can we go get something to eat?”

“Of course.”

You got up, letting Harry stand and he grabbed your jacket for you as you happily wondered out of the room without it.

“Oh, and (Y/N)?”

You hummed, turning around and began to walk backwards as you grinned brightly at him.

“Next time just ask me to come and see you.” He chuckled.

He held your jacket up for you and you stopped so he could put it on for you.

Once he had done up the buttons of his jacket he held out his arm for you which you took and walked happily down the hallways with him.

Harry was never one to say no to you, you could halfway across the world and if you asked him to come see you he would without a question, he just had a soft spot for you

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[renx01]

Betrayed

Prompt: Your father is the head of a criminal enterprise, one which has come onto the kingsman’s radar. Galahad has the task to get closer to said head, so he starts dating you. After a lot of apprehension on your side, you finally let your walls be broken down by him. That is until you find out that he’s been using you all along.  Pairing: Harry Hart x (GN!)Reader Fandom: Kingsman Tags/Warnings: angst, manipulation, established relationship Word count: 2569

A soft knock on the front-door of your apartment draws you from the book you were reading, pride and prejudice. You had started reading it after your boyfriend, Harry, had recommended it to you. Standing up, you quietly walk to the door and look through the peep-hole. It was him, which was unexpected and unusual, but it excited you nonetheless, as it had been quite a while since you last saw him. He had been away on a business trip to Canada for two weeks and the time difference made calling a challenge, especially with his job requiring to stay up late often. Opening the door, you notice that he’s wearing a new suit. While it still fits his usual colour-scheme with it being a darker grey with a white pinstripe, it has some red detailing around the buttons. The fit of the three-piece-suit was impeccable as always, accentuating him in all the right places. ‘Evening Harry.’ Your voice is cheerful as you greet him, ‘ I wasn’t expecting you to be back yet.’ He smiles softly at you, ‘I was hoping to surprise you.’ Leaning down, he kisses you, after which he pulls you into a hug. 

‘I missed you, love.’ You tighten your grip around him. ‘I missed you too.’

Ever since the two of you had started dating three years ago, the two of you saw each-other at least twice a week when he wasn’t on a business-trip. He kisses the top of your head before slowly letting go of the hug. ‘Tea?’ You ask him as you walk towards the kitchen, ‘or would you prefer something stronger?’ It was half past eight  on a Friday evening, so having a glass of wine or bourbon together wasn’t out of the ordinary. ‘How about some whiskey?’ He replies following you, his hand on the small of your back. ‘Sounds lovely’ you smile, ‘I should have some in my liquor cabinet.’ While you grab two glasses, he looks at your collection. Since you started seeing him it has grown significantly. He enjoyed teaching you about all the different types of liquor and what effects certain techniques may have if applied to the distilling process. ‘This one?’ He holds up a bottle of Scotch after kneeling down to grab it. It was one of your favourites and he had recently bought you a new one while in Scotland. Nodding, ‘You know me too well dear.’

The two of you sit down in your home library, where you had also been sitting previously. It was your favourite place to be in, as it reminded you of your grandparent’s mansion in Italy, which you had often visited while growing up. You have always been quite the reader, so their library provided many of the books you read as a child. ‘Excuse the mess, I’ve been reading and writing all day.’ You apologise for the clutter in your desk and the many books which lay folded open next to your reading chair, annotations sprawling across their pages. ‘Don’t worry my dear,’ he smiles as he sits down across from you, ‘we both know that this is a normal part of your creative process.’ Once you’ve set down your glasses onto the table that’s standing between the two of you, he fills them with the liquor of his choice. ‘So please, don’t apologise.’ After all this time, you still felt flustered at times. He was always so well-put-together, with his exterior almost always being perfect. It was the exact opposite of how you felt at times, yet he encouraged and supported you, telling you many times that one can never be perfect and that you should be comfortable in whatever clothes you decide to wear. ‘To us.’ He states, clinking his glass to yours. ‘To us.’ You reply before tasting the brown liquid. It was as delicious as you’d remembered it to be.

‘I see you’ve picked up Austen? Is it to your liking?’ After thinking for a moment you reply, ‘I’m enjoying it quite a bit, though I am still uncertain what to think of Darcy.’ ‘Ah yes, Mr. Darcy is quite a complicated man. I suppose depending on the type of relationship one holds with him the experience can be quite different.’ He muses. The two of you spent the rest of the evening talking, reading, and drinking scotch. Only at three in the morning did you realise how much time had passed. Because of this, Harry decided to stay the night at your place. Luckily he always had some spare clothes and his own toiletries at your place. Once he’s gotten changed into his pyjamas, he joins you in the bathroom as you are brushing your teeth. Reaching over your shoulder, he grabs his own toothbrush and starts doing the same. His hair is slightly messy, with some of its waves cascading down his forehead rather than them being pushed back. He had also taken off his glasses, which made him appear slightly younger and less serious, at least to an extent. 

‘Enjoying the view?’ Harry jokes as he catches you staring at him through the mirror. ‘Why yes of course,’ you turn to face him, ‘mister Hart.’ He smiles down at you. ‘You don’t look too bad yourself my love.’ Leaning in, he tenderly kisses you, slowly becoming more passionate when you put your hands into his hair, pulling him closer. Pulling away, he puts his forehead to yours. ‘We should take this to the bedroom.’

The next morning you wake up relatively late, around eleven o’clock. Harry lay there with his arm around you, his pyjama shirt still open. Soft snores fill your ear, it was quite cute to see him sleeping so peacefully. He isn’t like this often, and it is quite the exception that you are awake before him, so you decide to enjoy the moment.  After a few minutes, you supposed that it’d be best to brew some tea before Harry woke up. So very carefully, you climbed out of his grip and silently walked into the kitchen. Putting the kettle on the stove, you start looking at the different teas you have. ‘English breakfast… Chamomile… Mint…’ Pondering and mumbling, you eventually choose a black tea and put in some fresh lemon slices. As the kettle boils, you are putting some yoghurt, granola, and fresh berries into two bowls. Two arms suddenly wrap themselves around your waist. ‘Morning love.’ Harry’s deep voice greets you before he leans down to kiss you on your cheek. ‘Morning dear.’ You turn and meet his lips.  ‘Want to go for a run later?’ You suggest as you put your breakfast and cups of tea onto the dinner table. He shakes his head before taking a sip of his tea. ‘I was rather hoping we could go to a museum, I was thinking of Tate Britain?’ You smile, ‘That sounds lovely.’ ‘We can go out for dinner after,’ a familiar smirk creeps onto his face, ‘I may or may not have pulled some strings and gotten a table at Nobu.’ He was definitely planning something, so you decide to agree without prying much more.  It became much more apparent that he was planning something after he had picked out an outfit for you, which very much complimented what he would be wearing. While it was somewhat casual for Harry’s standards, many would believe it to still be quite formal. Black slacks, a perfectly ironed white shirt, a light-grey knitted jumper, and of course, oxfords, not brogues. As it was still somewhat frigid, especially in the evening, he decided to wear a black overcoat.

After a short walk to Tate Britain, the two of you strolled around the museum for hours, admiring the many pieces of art which were being displayed. He would make comments on the techniques which were used to paint certain well-known pieces, his knowledge ranging from historic to modern art. Offering his arm, he eventually leads you to John Everett Millais’ painting Ophelia. It is a beautifully detailed painting, displaying the character as it is described in Shakespeare’s play, Hamlet. The two of you had originally found a connection through your love of literature, Shakespeare being one of the first authors which came up in your initial conversations. ‘It is quite beautiful, is it not?’ He whispers in your ear. ‘It is,’ you slowly nod, ‘must’ve been quite the undertaking to add all the details which were mentioned in the Scottish play.’ ‘That, I agree with dearest.’ He chuckles. After walking through the remaining parts of the museum, it is already quite late, so you decide to take a cab to the restaurant Harry had reserved a table at. After ordering a bottle of wine and your food, the two of you enjoy quite a relaxed conversation about his business trip and what you had been up to. The dinner itself was phenomenal, the wine complimenting it, bringing out its flavours and umami. You decided to share dessert before walking back to his place, as it was closer. As you pass through Hyde park, he suddenly halts and points at the stars, which are remarkably visible. Quietly, he describes to you which stars form the different star signs, Orion, Sirius, and more.  A couple of minutes pass in silence before you feel him shift next to you. When you turn to face him, he is kneeling. ‘My love,’ he starts, ‘these past three years have been the happiest of my life.’ Pulling out a small box and opening it, he reveals a beautiful ring. ‘Will you do me the honour of spending the rest of your life with me?’ Words escape you. While you had expected him to surprise you in some way, this was outside of the scope you’d expected. Slowly, you nod, some tears escaping your eyes. ‘Yes, Harry. I do.’ ‘My love,’ He stands up, cups your face in both your hands and kisses you passionately, before putting the ring on your finger, ‘please don’t cry.’ As you look in his eyes, he himself seems moved, but something else in his eyes is unreadable to you. The rest of that night was a bit of a blur. Harry told you that he’d gone to your father and asked for your hand in marriage not too long before his latest business trip, who in turn, had agreed. He admitted that he’d been looking at rings for quite a while before that, however, because he is the gentleman he is, he thought it necessary for him to follow tradition. After a couple of weeks, the two of you decide to start living together full-time at Harry’s place, as it’d be easier to see one another on an almost daily basis that way. 

Two months after your engagement to Harry, your parents come over for dinner, as it had been a while since you had last seen them. Your mother is over the moon about the engagement and has insisted that you and Harry should marry in Italy, where you had spent most of your summers as a child. If it were up to her, the wedding would already be taking place this very summer, but because of the perfectionist your fiance is, you have decided to plan for spring of the following year. ‘So Harry, how has your work been lately?’ Your father enquires before taking a sip of his red wine. ‘It’s been busy, but I’m happy to have my lovely fiance to support me.’ Harry says as he squeezes your thigh and smiles at you. Your father doesn’t seem too convinced, however, and lets out a snort. ‘I’m sure you have been busy,’ he slowly leans forward and whispers, ‘busy blowing up my men and warehouses, perhaps?’ After sliding  a few pictures across the table, he leans back again. It was quite clear that it was Harry, the security cameras your father had installed recently in his warehouses after finding multiple men dead and the building in shambles, had captured a video of him. The second picture was Harry holding a gun and clearly shooting one of your father’s men, Antinio. You had rather liked Antonio growing up and had felt awful after his death. You turn to him after staring at the picture for what felt like an eternity.

‘What’s the meaning of this Harry?’

He swallows. ‘It is none of your concern, love.’ You stand up. ‘Yes it is,’ your voice wavering slightly, ‘Harry Hart, you are going to explain to me what you were doing shooting up my father’s people and business.’ ‘Please sit back down, dear.’ He doesn’t dare look at you. ‘Harry.’ You say sternly and he finally looks at you, the guilt in his eyes quite clear. ‘Please, I can’t, you kno-.’ He almost begs you, but it’s interrupted by the sound of a gun being loaded. You turn and look at your father pointing it at your fiance. ‘I expect you to be honest now Harry, or should I say agent Galahad?’ Harry sits deadly still, all the emotion he had shown you completely wiped off his face. Slowly, he stands up, his hands slightly up and clearly visible for your father to see. ‘You have flown too close to the sun agent; and you’re going to pay for deceiving my child.’ Your father’s voice rising to an almost screaming level. ‘Father please! Don’t hurt him!’ You scream back. ‘Can’t you see that he has used you?! The only reason he ever got together with you is to get to me! Isn’t that right?!’ You turn to Harry. ‘Tell me it isn’t true Harry.’ He doesn’t answer. ‘TELL ME!’ Tears stream down your face as he looks at you without a hit of emotion. ‘We can discuss this later, dear.’ He states before turning back to your father, whose gun was clearly shaking as a result of his anger. ‘No, you’re going to be honest, Hart, if that’s even your name.’ He motions Harry to walk around the table and stand in opposite of him, your mother shifting to stand next to your father.  Your fiance didn’t seem to be phased by the situation in the slightest while your father looks like he is about to pull the trigger. Before he can, though, Harry suddenly and swiftly kicks the gun out of his hands, with it flying across the room. Pulling out his own gun, he doesn’t hesitate to shoot your father through the head. ‘DAD! NO!!’ Before you are able to move, he does the same to your mother, who had been relatively quiet throughout the argument. ‘Mo-mo-MOM?!’ You run and fall to the ground, trying to do anything to help them. Blood covers your hands and feet as tears continue to stream down your face. ‘Ha-.’ Swallowing, you try again. ‘Ha-Harry, wh-why…’ Your hands are shaking violently as you search for anything to grab onto. ‘Wa-was it- was it all fake?’ Grabbing your father’s gun you point it at him. He doesn’t look at you. ‘HARRY, LOOK AT ME!’ He turns, taking off his glasses and putting them onto the dinner table, the once white tablecloth now splattered with blood; tainted. Crouching down, he grabs your face and kisses you before pulling you into a hug, the gun you’re holding hitting his chest. ‘You may shoot now, my love.’ Is all he whispers into your ear.

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Part 2

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[muiitoloko]

JEALOUS HARRY HART - KINGSMAN

Author's notes: Hey, guys! Just letting you know that in this one shot your character, you, uses the code name Bedivere. Any spelling errors please let me know as English is not my first language.

Summary: Harry Hart, the epitome of composure and chivalry, finds himself consumed by jealousy as he observes you gracefully dancing with Agent Tequila.

Pairing: Harry Hart ( Kingsman ) × Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, Possessiveness, and Bad Language (maybe?)

The grand hall of the Kingsman headquarters was elegantly adorned, transformed into a setting befitting a formal dinner. High-level agents from Kingsman and Statesman mingled, their conversations blending with the melodic tunes that filled the air. Among the guests, Harry Hart, the newly appointed head of Kingsman, codenamed Arthur, exuded an air of authority, his eyes surveying the room.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the attendees, Harry held a secret—a clandestine relationship with a fellow agent known as Bedivere. Their connection had quietly blossomed behind closed doors, fueled by stolen moments and shared passions. The age difference between them whispered constantly in their hearts, but their love transcended those trivial boundaries.

As the doors swung open, softly announcing the arrival of someone, a few eyes turned to the captivating figure that commanded attention wherever she went. Her entrance was elegantly late, her form exuding confidence, with mischief dancing in her eyes. Bedivere had just returned from a demanding mission, her weariness concealed beneath her seductive charm.

Searching the room for Harry, Bedivere's gaze fell upon Eggsy, known as Galahad, who was engaged in conversation at the bar with a Statesman agent, recognizable by his cowboy hat. A mischievous smile played on her lips as you approached, her steps graceful and magnetic.

"Eggsy," you greeted, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "You seem to be enjoying yourself tonight."

Eggsy turned, his eyes widening in surprise as he registered Bedivere's presence. "Well, well, look who's here, Bedivere. Allow me to introduce you to Agent Tequila," he said, gesturing to the Statesman agent.

Tequila's gaze fixed on Bedivere, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand, attempting to mimic an English gentleman. Tequila couldn't help but tease, "Is that how the English do it?"

You chuckled, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, Tequila, you have much to learn about our customs," you replied, your tone laced with playful banter. Eggsy inclined his head slightly at the call through the earpiece of his glasses.

Seizing the opportunity, Eggsy excused himself, leaving Bedivere and Tequila alone. You turned to the bartender, ordering a glass of whiskey. Tequila's curiosity got the better of him, and he remarked, "I didn't know you were a whiskey girl."

Bedivere's smile grew, a touch of mystery coloring her gaze. "Well, there's more to me than meets the eye, Agent Tequila," you said, your voice filled with a mix of amusement and secrecy. Taking a sip, you savored the familiar warmth of the amber liquid.

The playful banter continued, a dance of humor and charm between Bedivere and Tequila. As the music filled the air, Tequila pointed to the dance floor, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Care to teach me how to dance like a true English gentleman?"

You hesitated for a moment, your thoughts briefly lingering on the fact that you hadn't spoken to Harry yet. But you pushed those concerns aside, assuming he was busy with his duties as Arthur and entertaining Agent Champ, the head of Statesman. With a nod and a smile, you placed your hand in Tequila's, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor.

Near the dance floor, Harry's eyes followed Bedivere with a mix of admiration and unease. Alongside Eggsy and Champ, his attention was divided between their conversation and the captivating sight of Bedivere gracefully swaying on the dance floor with Tequila. There was a twinge of jealousy in Harry's heart, a possessiveness he struggled to suppress.

His grip tightened around his martini glass, the cool glass offering a brief respite from the heat coursing through his veins. Harry took a deep breath, steadying himself, determined to maintain a facade of composure. He couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, not when the future alliance between Kingsman and Statesman was at stake.

Unaware of the internal battle Harry was waging, Champ continued their conversation, discussing the intricacies of their joint operations. Harry nodded and smiled, his responses automatic, his mind elsewhere. He discreetly activated his glasses, sending a private message to Bedivere, urging her to meet him in the serene gardens just beyond the corridor.

With a renewed determination, Harry excused himself from Champ's company, offering polite pleasantries before making his way towards the exit. The air outside was crisp and refreshing, a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the party. The moon cast a gentle glow upon the meticulously manicured gardens, providing a serene backdrop for their clandestine rendezvous.

Bedivere's heart raced as she received Harry's message through the glasses. Confusion momentarily took hold of her. What had you done this time to justify such urgency? You had been behaving impeccably, or so you believed. Nevertheless, duty called, and you knew shouldn't keep Harry waiting.

Stopping the dance, Bedivere turned to Tequila, a apologetic smile on her lips. "I'm sorry, duty is calling, and I must go," you explained, your tone sincere. Tequila nodded, lifting his cowboy hat in farewell, understanding the demands of your profession. "Until next time, Bedivere," he said with a tinge of regret.

With a sense of purpose, Bedivere quickly made her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the room for Harry. The dimly lit corridor that led to the serene gardens beckoned, and you followed the path, hoping to locate him there.

Suddenly, you felt a firm grip on your wrist, and before you could react, you were pulled into a secluded corner. You collided with a solid chest and looked up, meeting Harry's annoyed gaze. Confusion swirled in your mind as he spun you around and pressed you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head, effectively trapping you between his body and the hard surface.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Bedivere questioned, her voice filled with surprise and anticipation. Her heart raced, intrigued by the unknown intensity in his eyes. This was a side of Harry you hadn't witnessed before, and it both thrilled and intrigued her.

Harry's tone was laced with a touch of jealousy as he asked, "Were you enjoying yourself with Agent Tequila?" Bedivere couldn't help but smile mischievously, realizing the source of his agitation. Harry's composed demeanor was slipping, and it was thrilling for you to witness him crumble in your presence.

Toying with the button of his suit jacket, you provocatively replied while undoing his jacket, "Oh, Harry, I must admit, I was having a splendid time." Your words elicited a low growl from him, his hand finding the back of your neck, guiding your gaze to meet his. The intensity in his eyes softened his resolve, and you found yourself melting under his touch.

You reassured him, your voice filled with warmth, "Tequila is just a colleague, nothing more." But Harry retorted, his voice husky with desire, "He wasn't looking at you like he wanted to be just a colleague. He was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive." Bedivere couldn't resist teasing him further. With a playful smile, you said, "And isn't that how you look at me too, Harry?"

Harry's grip tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch sent shivers down your spine as he whispered, "The difference is, I can look at you like that because you belong to me." Bedivere nodded, acknowledging his claim, feeling a sense of belonging and security in his possessiveness.

Their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss, the culmination of their hidden desires and the release of pent-up tension. When they pulled apart, Harry whispered in your ear, his voice filled with desire, "Go home and wait for me in my bed, Bedivere." You played with his tie, your voice teasing as you asked, "What? Are you planning to eat me tonight, Arthur?"

A smile graced Harry's lips as he took a step back, buttoning his jacket. "Count on it," he replied, his eyes filled with promises. With a final glance, he turned and walked away, leaving Bedivere yearning for more.

Watching him disappear back into the Kingsman mansion, Bedivere adjusted his attire, a sense of anticipation coursing through his veins. You walked confidently to where you had parked the car, ready to obey Harry's command and go home, knowing that your passion would ignite again behind closed doors. The night held promises of love, desire and a future intertwined with secrecy and adventure.

As you walked away from the garden, Bedivere couldn't help but smile. No matter what challenges they faced, their love remained unyielding, stronger than ever. And you looked forward to the moment when you would find yourself in Harry's arms, ready to explore the depths of their connection once more.

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Trapped

Warnings: stalking, violence, and fluff (and a short panic attack)

It was a cold night in London, and they were out in the dark. They weren’t ones to fear for their life, since they were a Kingsman after all. But someone lurking in the shadows should make them feel uneasy right now

The man was carful, and blended in with the crowd perfectly. He looked like an ordinary man who was just passing by. They were too focused on getting to Harry’s place anyways to be so worried about someone who could ruin this night

Their mind was on the little date night they were gonna have with Harry. They were too enthusiastic about all of that, so this is exactly how when no one was around: they got a cloth over their mouth, and passed out

They woke up to seeing darkness. Their arms and wrists were aching. Blood was dripping out of their knees, and oozing out onto the once white tiled floor of the room they were in. Of course something like this didn’t shock them, but at this current moment it did

They wondered who could’ve done this to them. Loud footsteps were heard, and was soon followed by the eerily silent door opening. A man approached where they sat uncomfortably on a metal chair

Once close enough, he grins evilly as he held a gun in his hand. He shot a bullet into their knee, which makes them let out a muffled scream. He presses the gun to their forehead; they could feel the coldness of the gun touching their currently sensitive skin

“Scream one more fucking time, and I kill you. You got it?” They wished they had their glasses right now. They felt so worthless now, and just accepted that this is how they went. “I know the people you work with. Your definitely nothing compared to the guys I’ve heard about” he goes on, which makes them think

Before he could say more, a bullet goes straight through his forehead. Now with a hole in his head, he collapsed onto the ground. They could see again, and slightly move their legs again as well. They stand up, but was limping. It was a miracle to them that they could stand up somewhat

They noticed a gun next to his lifeless head, and picked it up. With one last motion, they continuously fired at him until there was no more bullets. They heard their name being called out, but then their vision went blurry

Harry Hart ran up to them, and knelt down. He knew the others over at Kingsman were on the way soon. He creased their cheek, and then decided to pick them up before they got blood on them, since there was a pool of blood streaming out of the man

They woke up once they had stitches in them, so they had been out for a while. They did go into a coma, but luckily it wasn’t for too long. Harry had visited them everyday when they were in the coma. He’d tell them about missions, but then say how much he missed them

He would kiss their forehead before leaving each time. Sometimes he would sleep in the room, and Merlin would always need to wake him up. But today was different, since Harry got to see them wake up. Tears were leaving his eyes. He hugs them once they sit up, and they return the hug with tears of their own leaving

Once the two stopped hugging, Harry let them get up and get all cleaned up. Once they walked out in a fresh suit, they approached him. Once they stood close to him, they kissed him on the lips. He returns the kiss as tears were still leaving the two

Merlin walks in, and smiles to see the couple together again. Once the two pulled apart, the two looked at Merlin. “We’ve found who hired that guy who got a hold of you Agent Gin” Merlin starts, which makes them excited. “You know what to do” Merlin says, which makes them nod their head

Merlin walks off, which makes them look back at Harry. “Let’s give him hell” Harry says, which makes them smile. Soon the two were in an airplane to go to an unmarked place. Harry sat next to them, and tried to speak to them, but they were in their own mind

Harry quickly noticed, and was worried. “Darling…” he rose his voice more to get their attention, which makes them come back to reality. “What’s wrong?” He asked in a worried voice. “Nothing” they straight up lied, and he knew obviously that it was a lie

“Bullshit. What’s actually wrong?” Their hands felt shaky, and they started to feel worthless now. He notices their shaky hands, and figured out why they were anxious. They were so good at avoiding situations like that, but they didn’t avoid it that one time

Harry places his hand into their shaky hand. They felt like such an awful agent now. They- “you’re not a terrible agent. You’re an extraordinary agent, who sees right through people. Dare I say, you’re better than me?” Harry says as the two make eye contact

Their hands stopped shaking slowly as a smile forms on their face. “He was the one who put those thoughts in my head by the way” they said, which makes Harry tell them that he will kill the man who hired him then

“We both can” they said. He smiles, and then nods his head

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