#harry hart imagine

[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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[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?

#kingsman #kingsman secret service #kingsman x reader #kingsman imagine #kingsman harry hart #kingsman merlin #harry hart x reader #harry hart imagine #merlin x reader #merlin imagine #hamish mycroft #hamish mycroft x reader

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

The Kingsman Masterlist

One Shots

I’ll Be Damned - Harry Hart x Reader

Late For Dinner - Harry Hart x Reader

Imagines + Mini Fic

Imagine Harry explaining his ‘emotional day’

(Return to the Easy Navigate Masterlist)

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[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Harry / Whiskey

Imagine dating Harry and being Whiskey’s sister

------- Imagine -------

“When you said you wanted me to meet your family this isn’t quite what I pictured.” Harry said sitting at the Kingsman table as the hologram projected image of your brother in the States sat across from him.

“Yes, well, what better way to find out that you don’t have to hide everything from me than, well…this.” You said taking a sip of your drink nervously as you watched the two men you loved most in your life stare each other down despite being hundreds of miles away in reality.

“Well, darling you certainly can pick ‘em.” Whiskey said lifting his own drink as he and Harry continued to stare at each other. This was going to be a ling lunch you thought and through caution to the wind as you downed the rest of your drink and went to get more.

#my imagines #gifs not mine #female reader #kingsmen imagine #agent whiskey imagine #harry hart imagine

[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. 

#harry hart imagines #kingsman imagines #harry hart x reader #kingsman #harry hart #kingsman x reader

[lydia-san]

#obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi #christopher pike x reader #christopher pike #harry hart #harry hart x reader #silco #silco x reader #shoto aizawa #aizawa x reader #thorin #thorin x reader #x reader #x y/n #y/n #imagine #arcane x reader #mha x reader #kingsman x reader #star trek x reader #star wars x reader #let me know in the reblogs which lovely daddys I forgot to mention #colin firth #colin firth x reader

[thefiddlingdeath]

Old Percilot wip. Not that old but old.

It's actually kinda cute...

Why do I never finish anything!?

(ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻

Bonus:

Him

Because I love him

He is such a bbg

┬─┬ノ( ◕◡◕ ノ)

#kingsman #percilot #percival #lancelot #james spencer #my old art #artist on tumblr #art wip #wip #just imagine James staring at a melancholic and drunk Perci #he is so pretty #who can blame him #Harry Hart pretty boy who? #i think Perci just took over the title #my art

[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.

#Harry Hart x Reader #Kingsman Imagine #Fic Request #Kingsman Fan Fics #Colin Firth #Galahad

[muiitoloko]

Harry Hart: Alright, Y/n, remember the plan. We need to infiltrate the enemy's base quietly and retrieve the briefcase without raising suspicion.

Y/n: Got it, Harry! Stealth mode activated! 🕶️🕵️‍♀️

Harry Hart: sneaks through the shadows.

Y/n: spots a group of guards. Ooh, music! starts conga dancing with the guards.

Harry Hart: turns around. Y/n, what on earth are you doing?! We're supposed to be covert!

Y/n: Whoopsie~! Just having a bit of fun, Harry! They seemed lonely~ 💃🕺

Harry Hart: sighs. We don't have time for this... starts taking out the guards.

Y/n: joins in, still conga dancing. Yay, dance fight! 💥💃

Harry Hart: shakes his head in disbelief

Enemy Leader: arrives. What is going on here?!

Y/n: stops dancing. Oh, hi there! We're just here to borrow your briefcase, no need to worry! 😅

Enemy Leader: You fools! Get them!

Harry Hart: Y/n, let's get out of here!

Y/n: Right behind you, Harry! starts doing the cha-cha out of the base.

Harry Hart: facepalms. This is going to be a long mission

#harry hart #kingsman secret service #harry hart x reader #kingsman #imagine #harry hart x y/n #kingsman imagine

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

Does anyone still write requests for Eggsy Unwin from The Kingsman?? I just rewatched the first movie and I was reminded how much I love him😭😭😍😍💜💜

#eggsy fanfiction #kingsman eggsy #eggsy x reader #eggsy imagine #eggsy unwin #harry hart #kingsman #kingsman secret service #requests #writing #fics #Eggsy

[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

#the kingsman #the kingsman x reader #the kingsman x you #the kingsman imagine #Harry hart #harry hart x reader #Harry hart x you #Harry hart imagine

[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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[chiefdirector]

the lakes | Folklore | Harry Hary (Galahad) x Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) | Kingsman

Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me? I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones, these hunters with cell phones

All of his life, Harry Hart had known some form of battle. From the taunting of bullies on his school’s playground, to the self-resentment of his teenage years and then the wars and fights which came with being a Kingsman. It was no surprise to him when another fight, another war to be won, ended up in his hands. And it shouldn’t have been a surprise to him that this would also be the way he would die. But it was surprising.

As he looked down the barrel of Valentine’s gun, Harry couldn’t help regret not kissing his husband just one more time. He hadn’t expected to see someone waiting for him outside of the massacre he had participated in, maybe if he had, he would have one less regret.

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you. Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry. I'm setting off, but not without my muse.

Regrets, however, were a fickle thing; once you start to let them in, they begin to flood every thought like water rushing through a broken dam. And no matter how hard you try to fight it; it cannot be fixed before they start to trickle in again.

He longed to kiss Hamish one last time, to reassure him that it would all be okay. The Quartermaster always seemed to worry too much about Harry and never enough about himself. Even with their professionalism, it was moments like these did the two seek each other out, finding comfort in each other.

Harry also longed to go back to the lakes by their countryside home. The two of them retreated there whenever they could spare the time. For a few hours they could leave behind the professionalism of Galahad and Merlin and just be Harry and Hamish. They would bring a large flask of tea to share and enjoy the gentle breeze from across the water. During the summer months, Harry would point out the species of butterflies and Hamish would hum along, half listening. Tome would stand still for them.

He longed for the comfort Hamish brought, he longed for the gentle mornings and the long nights; he longed for his home which he would never see again.

What should be over burrowed under my skin in heart-stopping waves of hurt?

Hamish, or currently Merlin, watched the exchange take place, silently begging for his husband to achieve one last miracle and somehow survive this. He wanted Harry, or Galahad as he should say, to find some stupid and convoluted way to get away from Valentine. He wanted Galahad to come home to him, but miracles weren’t real, and Harry was out of time.

If it was any other agent, Merlin would be prepping for an extraction team to come in for when the agent’s heart stopped beating. He would be preparing for the recruitment process to start over once more. He would be following the protocols he spent hours studying and curating. But it wasn’t any other agent, this was Harry and all he could do was watch as the bullet left the gun and his husband let out one final breath of air.

I want auroras and sad prose; I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet. 'Cause I haven't moved in years, and I want you right here.

The funeral was small. Although Harry had saved and bettered many lives, he didn’t let many people in. It wasn’t in his nature. He had always said that he didn’t want to have anyone else to lose. He did never lose anyone, but as Hamish looked around the half-empty church, he wished that Harry had allowed himself to be loved by others. He deserved to be celebrated by the many, not mourned by the few.

Hamish wasn’t one for second guessing nor regrets, but as he watched the empty coffin as it was lowered into the ground, he allowed himself to imagine what might have happened if he had looked outside the church. Harry would be alive and with him. He would’ve returned home, and they would’ve made dinner before going to bed at an ungodly hour.

And I want you right here while I bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief.

After the service, Hamish left to go back home. He couldn’t stand to be around people saying how great his husband was, as if it was any consolation. However, as he walked up the path, Hamish kept walking through their overgrown garden towards the lake.

The water was the same murky brown it usually was, the grass was still green, and the flowers were still in bloom. Harry was now a memory, frozen in time, but here, at the lake, time stood still once more.

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[multifandomfanfiction]

Kingsman: The Beginning

TITLE: Kingsman: The Beginning PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: The story of how Harry found Elizabeth and offered her a position in the Kingsman.

[A/N - Prequel one-shot to "Kingsman: The Bear the Fairy". I will be expanding on this to include the first Kingsman movie and build on Elizabeth and Eggsy's sibling relationship.]

They were fighting again. They always fought when they were high.

“Stupid bitch!” her father yelled.

Elizabeth heard a loud thump and knew it was her mother hitting the floor. She couldn’t take this anymore.

Elizabeth packed a backpack of clothes and her most prized possessions and slipped out her bedroom window. She didn’t know where she was going, but any place was better than here. She would need to find a job to pay for a flat, but she could worry about all that later.

Elizabeth walked until she came across a park.

The sun was starting to set.

Guess she was sleeping on a bench tonight. She set her backpack under her head to act as a pillow and closed her eyes.

Before she knew it, she could feel the sunlight on her face. She opened her eyes and saw two police officers standing there.

“I think you’d better come with us.”

Elizabeth shook her head. “Please, you don’t understand…!”

They couldn’t take her home!

She’d rather die than go back there.

“There you are, love. Sorry I’m late.”

Elizabeth turned her head and saw an older gentleman standing there.

He was dressed in a suit and was carrying an umbrella.

The police officers looked between them.

“I apologize for the misunderstanding. I asked my daughter to meet me here, but I was running late. You know how London traffic can be. She must have nodded off,” the man said, “There’s no need to take this little matter to the station, is there?”

“No, sir. Just don’t make it a habit of falling asleep on park benches. Nasty things can happen to young girls like you.”

Elizabeth nodded. “I’m sorry, officer. It won’t happen again.”

The officer nodded and walked off with his partner.

“Thank you,” Elizabeth told him.

The older gentleman approached her. “May I sit?” he asked.

Elizabeth grabbed her backpack, hugging her chest as she scooted over.

“You have nowhere to go, do you?”

Elizabeth could lie, but she needed help. “No. I ran away from home. My parents are drug addicts. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Come with me. I’ll buy you some breakfast.” He leaned on his umbrella and stood up.

Elizabeth looked at him.

“Or you can stay here and hope someone offers you food.”

Elizabeth shook her head and stood up. “My mum taught me not to talk to strangers.”

“My name is Harry Hart. There, we aren’t strangers anymore. I’m offering you breakfast and a warm place to stay.” He started to walk off and Elizabeth followed.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Harry took her to his house and started making a full English breakfast.

“Oh! Let me help!” Elizabeth said, taking a bowl from Harry’s hands. She flitted about his kitchen like a little worker bee, pulling things out of drawers and the fridge.

“What’s your name?” Harry asked.

“Elizabeth Tate.”

“Elizabeth? Like the Queen?”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “My parents certainly had a sense of humor when they named me.”

“Elizabeth is a regal name. It is an honor to carry it.”

“Oh, guess I never thought of it that way.”

Once breakfast was done, they sat down at the kitchen table.

Elizabeth normally ate her meals alone in her room, so it felt weird to eat with another person.

Harry unfolded a napkin and placed it on Elizabeth’s lap before he sat down.

Elizabeth dug into her food. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a homecooked meal.

“I think we’ll skip the dining etiquette for today,” Harry said.

Elizabeth pulled her elbows off the table and apologized. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude, it’s just…” Tears filled Elizabeth’s eyes and she was trying very hard not to cry.

It was clear to Harry that she had never been shown love and compassion and didn’t know how to handle it. Harry pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to Elizabeth, who dabbed at her eyes. “Come with me,” Harry said.

“But what about the dishes?”

“They can wait.”

Elizabeth followed him into his study.

The walls were covered in front page news stories.

Harry pressed a button and the wall opened.

Elizabeth’s mouth dropped open when she saw all the weapons. “Are you high-profile drug dealer or something?” Elizabeth asked.

“I’m an agent for an intelligence agency called Kingsman and I’d like to offer you a position.”

“As a secret agent?”

Harry nodded.

Elizabeth sat down on the couch and put her head in her hands. “This is a lot.”

“I’m giving you the opportunity to do something productive with your life. To serve your Queen and country. To make a difference in the world.”

“Why are you offering it me though?”

Harry knelt in front of her. “Because you have a fire inside you. Fire that could do a lot of damage if it’s not properly channeled. I can teach you. You can stay here until you get on your feet.”

She looked around at the room around her. She could have this. She could have a better life than her parents. It would better than working in food service or the petrol station.

“Okay.”

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[kazza-desu]

brooo imagine narry and harry hart outfit swap (i love your art sm and i am down horrendous for both of them)

-👓 anon

If I neaten up my hair more, perhaps I can become his copy

#IM LAUHGING WHY- #NARRATOR WHO??? I ONLY KNOW HARRY HART #Just put yellow eyes on harry hart and then boom- my narrator #I havent drawn narry for a while either so ig he just evolved #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #harry hart #kingsmen #Colin firth #outfit swap