#harry hart reader insert

[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.

#harry hart x reader #harry hart reader insert #harry hart imagine #harry hart #the kingsman #kingsman #eggsy unwin #colin firth #merlin kingsman #kingsman x reader #kingsman imagine #imagine #fanfic #kingsman reader insert #you called #writing prompt #prompt #fanfiction

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Sol

You just had your birthday!

Sol is a HUGE tortoiseshell tom with thick fur around his neck like a mane, long tufted ears, a long tail with fluff on the tip like a lion's, and brilliant amber eyes.

Sol, originally known as Harry, was born near a junkyard to Cinders and Whispers. Whispers hated his mate, who only ever asked him to hunt for her and their oopsie litter. He belittled her constantly, and resented his children. They had a massive fight one day, he never had a new mate, or kits. When he left, he walked across a very busy road....

Cinders was left full of grief. She still loved her mate, despite everything he put her and her kids through. After a major depressive spell, she gathered up her children, and took them all towards INSERT, meowing at doors, begging an Upwalker to let her and her children in.

Finally, a woman opened her door, and immediately let the tiny family inside. All together. Cinders's old name was Flame, and she is a sunshine torbie with bright golden colors and a white mark on her head. At least, before things got bad. Her coat has dulled, and living alone with her kits for a while left her murky and stained. She looked more gray than anything, hence the woman renaming her Cinders. Cinders took to the name immediately, even after her pelt began to brighten again. Her kits are given names as well; Harry, Sunny, Foggy and Ivy. 

Harry became lazy, and whiny, and spoiled from their new owner. He became bossy with his siblings, and when they stopped wanting to take it, Harry cried to his mother that they were bullying him.

Eventually, Cinders catches him snapping at one of them, swiping at his sister Ivy and connecting his claws with his meek sister's muzzle. Cinders snapped at Harry, and chased him out...

Harry would soon find himself on Skyclan's borders, where he would cause problems with Leafstar and Billystorm's children, making an already bad situation much worse.

Leafstar finds out about him more through his mother, and finds just how dangerous he can be. She boots him out of Skyclan for it, permanently.

He wanders through the land, forcing others to occasionally catch food for him, coasting on the kindness of Twolegs. He wanders into White Hart Woods, or rather, what is left of it. A storm drives Harry into an old cave system, where, at its deepest point, lies an ancient chamber with the broken remains of The Moonstone. It calls to Harry, and, in what will be a horrible turn of events for the Clans, he finds himself resting on the Shattered Moonstone.

I cannot reiterate enough, readers, that you Should Not Do That.

His head is filled with knowledge, things he shouldn't know. Blackstar's Trial and his leadership ceremonies, and how to charm him. Firestar's sacred Prophecy about his Kin, and who their parents are. He knows that Russetfur will be mauled by a Windclan cat and that the Moon will cover the Sun. Harry has been overexposed to a much more raw, archaic place than any Starclan spirit can get to.

He had found The Sky Beyond The Stars.

When he wakes up, he renames himself Sol, after an old, dead god that has now been reborn. And he knows about The Moonpool, too. It's like a beacon to him. He heads down, bullying groups he comes across like Jingo and her friends, but when he reaches Thunderclan territory and tries to climb a tree, he falls... There's a horrible crunch, and Sol falls limp for just a moment...

His father Whispers has been haunting him, and he decides to finally put that spirit to use.

Sol gets up, shakes himself off, and feels just a little lighter before continuing his walk, deciding to stay off of trees. Eventually, he hears a small group of young cats nearby...

He recognizes Hollypaw, Jaypaw and Lionpaw. He is taken to camp, where he makes his infamous prediction. Squilf is nearly killed in the battle against Windclan, and, to be fair, it looks like Sol caused the whole thing. He had forgotten about the WindThunder battle, genuinely.

Firestar exiles him, his heart broken over his Terribly injured daughter, along with his friendship with Onestar having shattered. Russetfur was mauled, his grandson Jaypaw was nearly killed, and Blackstar is almost definitely going to lose a life over this.

Not to mention Lionpaw has just killed someone.

So... Yeah. Bye Sol. Go find a new home.

And Sol does. He knew that Blackstar would be vulnerable. He charms him, speaks to him in that new hypnotic way he has learned to do, like staring at a small mirage created by the sun's heat on the road.

He had been able to get Russetfur out of her comatose state, he said exactly what Blackstar had wanted to hear in a way he knew would get to him...

It is to let Sol help him. Guide him. When was the last time Starclan spoke to you? Gee, it's been a while. If they don't trust you anymore, what's the point of trusting them? Your deputy has been mauled by a Windclan cat who has seen no punishment over it... Seems despite your trials and tribulations... Starclan has abandoned you.

Perhaps it's time to put your faith in a new god.

The next stage is so fast, Lionblaze desperately works with the young new Shadowclan warriors, Owlclaw and Redwillow, to create a fake sign, and while it becomes real, Jay is off fighting with Sol. But now, Jay's got some warrior skills under his belt.

He is about to seriously wound Sol, when the slippery tom speaks once more.

"You look so much like your father. Well, your real one, anyway."

The shock of that statement is too much, and when Jayfeather tries to gauge how Sol is feeling (because, well... He could be full of crap) his mind is filled with the Sun god's horrible blinding light, physically painting him.

"Interesting power you've got there. Mine came from the same place. There's another Sky out there. Beyond Starclan. There is more out there than you can imagine. Spirits, places, power... Did you know you I've died before?"

Poor Jay is left dumbstruck as Sol darts away, not to be seen again until OOTS.

From there, he meets a different fate. Hollyleaf's mind has changed about the code. It's important, sure, but also stupid in places. And it doesn’t account for this.

She kills him, the two fighting in a dusty clearing outside of Thunderclan land, his head smashed onto a stone. She gives him a burial, as a kind thing to do for a body no longer housing a soul. 

The Sun God has had its vessel destroyed, and will have to seek out a new one.

Sol enters the Dark Forest. Most cats dislike him, but he doesn't involve himself with Tigerstar's plans. He keeps to himself in a corrupted version of the dump/Skyclan's camp, an amalgamation fused together horribly that he calls his Sun Kingdom. It randomly grows dark, and cold, and laughter is heard from countless cats until it suddenly becomes blindingly bright, then back to normal. The whole thing is sun bleached and the place stinks of wet cardboard box.

A king sits alone upon his cold, sun bleached throne, decreeing his royalty to a crowd that doesn't exist, and only laughs.

The Sun's Rage is brewing.

#warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats rewrite #wcr #character page #harry WC #wc sol #Sol #wc cinders #jayfeather #lionblaze #hollyleaf #the dark forest #the sky beyond the stars

[fireinmoonshot]

can i please get "i can't stay away from you anymore" with harry hart? thx!

A/N: Surprise. I have Harry muse after rewatching Kingsman today.

“Pull the hook on your left,” Harry said, voice full of amusement.

You frowned and turned to tug the hook. Apparently someone had already been using the dressing room that Harry had wanted your suit to be fitted in, so he’d decided to show you this dressing room instead. You didn’t have high hopes for what he was about to show you.

It was, however, the first time that the two of you were going to be alone for what seemed like forever, but was actually just days. With training going on, it was difficult to even pull Harry to the side for a moment, and unless it was definitely about your training it was suspicious. You hated every moment you couldn’t be with him.

Harry followed you into the room. It was much more impressive than you’d thought it would be. Every single wall was full of gadgets and things that you’d need if you actually made it into Kingsman. Harry was sure that, when it came to it, you’d be the last recruit standing, but you weren’t so sure. It could just as easily be another candidate.

“What is this?” You breathed, looking around in wonder.

He smiled at the look on your face as you looked at everything – the pens, the hand grenades, the signet rings, the shoes. He’d known the moment he met you six months ago that you would fit in well with Kingsman, and he was right. This was your place.

“Every Kingsman needs a suit, but every Kingsman also needs their gadgets,” he explained briefly and walked over to the closest wall. “I’ll bring you back in here when you’ve finished your training to get you set up with everything that you’ll need.”

You turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow.

With a frown, Harry met your gaze. “What is it?”

“I can’t stay away from you anymore.”

Your words were simple, brief and quick enough to get the point across. You knew you were probably being silly, admitting to yourself that you were definitely falling in love with this man, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t hide the way you felt for him anymore.

Harry’s face was still and you worried for a moment that you’d upset him. Soon enough, though, he dropped his own gaze to the floor and took a step toward you. “If we tell people, you won’t be a candidate anymore. You’ll be giving all of this away for nothing.”

“Nothing?” You were shocked. He was not nothing. “Harry, you’re everything.”

He sighed and shook his head. “Listen to me,” he reached over and rested his hands on your shoulders. “It’s only a few more weeks, just a few more. And then we can drop this secret and there won’t be anything that anyone can do about it.”

You met his eyes, your own full of worry and a hint of sadness.

“It’s just a few more weeks.”

You leant up to press your lips to his briefly, your hands moving to the nape of his neck as you pulled him close toward you. His hands moved from your shoulders to your waist. It was the most emotion filled kiss the two of you had shared so far, and you’d been secretly dating for months.

You pulled away a few moments later and let your forehead rest against his. “Fine, just a few more weeks,” you muttered. “But when we do tell people, it also means I get permission to kiss you as much as I want, right?”

Harry chuckled softly. “I think we could arrange that.”

#harry hart x reader #harry hart reader insert #harry hart imagine #harry hart #kingsman #kingsman reader insert #kingsman x reader #kingsman imagine #drabble #prompt

[thatlittlered]

Being Harry’s short s/o would include...

Warning(s): None

Requested by anon: I want harry with a short girl so much! Like aw, my heart!

A/N: I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible and failed but hey, if you could ignore the eyes down your shirt thing, I think I did a pretty good job, huh?! I’m sorry you guys, I really try. 

him loving it when you stand on your tip toes to kiss him anywhere you can reach

and just grinning down at you like an idiot because he loves you so much

also loving to lift you off your feet when you’re hugging or kissing (or doing other stuff *wink wink*)

waiting for him to come back from a mission and jumping into his arms the moment he comes through the door

him sneaking behind you when you’re cooking and hugging you from behind, kissing your head all the way down to your neck and grinning proudly at the adorable giggles that leave your mouth

him always feeling the need to protect you and loving to wrap himself around you at any opportunity

calling you nicknames like ‘his pixie’ and 'his precious'

having to grab his shirt and pull him down for proper kisses

slow dancing late at night with your head pressed against his chest and listening to his heartbeat

laughing and playfully telling Eggsy off when he makes fun of your height, assuring you that he loves it

constantly having to readjust the shower head

being infuriated every time he sees someone taller looking straight down your shirt and you having to physically restrain him before he loses control

holding his umbrella over you during rainy days

just being adorable together

#harry hart #harry hart x reader #harry hart imagine #harry hart reader insert #harry hart headcanons #harry hart headcanon #agent galahad x reader #agent galahad imagine #agent galahad reader insert #agent galahad headcanons #agent galahad headcanon #agent galahad #kingsman #kingsman imagine #kingsman x reader #the kingsman the golden circle #the kingsman the secret service #kingsman the golden circle #kingsman reader insert #colin firth #colin firth imagine #requested #headcanons #headcanon #reader insert

[make-me-imagine]

Kingsman Masterlist

A masterlist for the fics I have written for the Kingsman movies

Link to my Main Masterlist

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Eggsy Unwin

Headcanons: Eggsy meeting Merlins adult child (humor/general)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

‘If you say Halloween one more time-’‘You’ll kiss me?’ (humor/cute)

‘Drunk Love’ (humor/cute)

‘Star gazing’ (fluff)

‘I’m your lock screen?’’You weren’t supposed to see that’ (fluff/cute)

‘True Loves Kiss’ (Soulmate AU; suspense/fluff)

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Hamish Mycroft (Merlin)

Gif Imagine: ‘Being Eggsy’s friends and crushing on Merlin’

Headcanons:

‘Being in a relationship with Merlin’ (cute)

Eggsy meeting Merlins adult child; codename ‘Morgana’

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Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Two Part Fic: Shall We Dance: Part One (flirting/jealousy/cute) Part Two (end);(cute/pining/angst/fluff)

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Harry Hart

Headcanons: ‘Being a female Kingsman and secretly dating Harry’

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Agent Tequila

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert) - ‘First Kiss’ (cute)

#Kingsman masterlist #Kingsman #kingsman the secret service #Kingsman the golden circle #kingsman reader insert #eggsy unwin #jack daniels #agent whiskey #merlin #hamish mycroft #agent tequila #harry hart #masterlist #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels x reader #harry hart x reader #eggsy unwin x reader #hamish mycroft x reader #Kingsman!reader

[ardentmuse]

Flufftober - Day 1 (Pregnancy)

Day 1 - Pregnancy

Kingsman Harry Hart x fem!pregnant!reader

Warnings: Talk of sex, Talk of pregnancy, brief mentions of criminal activity

Flufftober Masterlist // Masterlist

A/N: Here’s to the first post of the month. It’s weird to be writing in ficland again after a year almost solely professionally writing and publishing well 400k+ of interactive fiction. I really hope this little bit gives you all some joy today.

Harry thought breaking the Gentleman’s Code would be an overwhelming point of shame for him. For years, he couldn’t even fathom it. To break something so sacred as his commitment to the rules and guidelines of a true Kingsman seemed an inexcusable sin.

But now, looking at you as you rest on your side in bed, your breasts gently spilling out of your top and your belly cradled in your hands, Harry can’t look at his transgression as anything but the single greatest decision he has ever made.

Sure, taking down your corrupt oligarch of an uncle was a point of pride for his career, but the point of pride in his life was the night after your uncle was captured and your partnership would have to come to an end and Harry somehow found the courage in himself to carry you to his bed. The feeling of justice served always fueled him but he discovered a new fire that came with the soft touch of the skin of your shoulder against his lips, the sound of your pleased mewls right in his ear, and the gentle caress of your hands on his back as you promised him you wanted this just as much as he did.

Even though he is already running late for work — and with the promotion of the newest Arthur to be the focus of the meeting making it particularly important that Harry show up on time — he can’t find it in himself to move any faster.  The way the soft curves of your body move and how you skin glistens in the new morning sun makes Harry seriously reconsider how much he really cares about appointments and schedules. He’d take you right now if the doctor’s hadn’t requested pelvic rest. He’d take you right now if he weren’t so worried he’d finish before you could even get your own pleasure from him.

When you roll over and smile as him as he’s putting on his tie, he thinks to himself for not the first time that he’s somehow found some secret sauce— a combination of satisfying and heart-affirming things that have come together to form a life he loves and would change for nothing.

“I’ll be back for dinner, love,” he whispers as he takes his steps toward you.

He touches the smooth, taut skin of your stomach so he can lean down and kiss you properly but he’s greeted by a firm, swift bump to his just a little north of his palm. Harry’s eyes widen as he looks up at you, but you only have laugher to offer him.

“You really think she was going to let you leave without saying goodbye,” you tease, but Harry’s only has eyes for your stomach. The tiny life, still months away from joining on this side of your body, is still present and attentive, communicative and strong. And for some reason, the thought that passes through Harry’s mind is one he realizes he didn’t fully process until this very moment; I have love enough for both of them, and love even greater still.

He kisses you hard on the mouth, consumed by that spark of passion that started in his chest and now makes his limbs tingle. And when he pulls away with a breathless sigh, he too kisses the skin just above your navel— a promise to the child for whom you’re about to make an incredibly loving home that he’s not about to forget the beautiful things his love can create. A family, a community, a safe world. A life he’s happy to live.

All tags: @aerdnandreaa, @thisisbullshytt,  @cancerousjojian, @whovianayesha, @themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy, @luna-xxxxx, @sleepylunarwolf, @starryrevelations, @potter-thinking, @all-by-myself98, @bananafosters-and-books, @cutie-bug, @igotmadskills, @hazelandcoconuts, @yallgotkik, @amberkay284, @13ofjuly, @daft-not-punk

Kingsman tags: @allonsymexgirl, @thecaptainsgingersnap, @doct0rstrange, @ratwrites, @kaeleabres, @nellietara, @ediblemurderer, @allofthekingsmen, @girlonfireice, @epicallychrissy, @justawriterinprogress

Harry Hart tags: @un-educational​, @lexicon04​, @bananzaa​, @consultingdoctorwholock​, @sparrowharkness​, @girlonfireice, @muse-oleum​, @bloodangelballerina​

#anardentflufftober #harry hart imagine #harry hart #harry hart x reader #kingsman #kingsman imagine #reader insert #x reader

[tawneybel]

Imagine Quirrell gazing into the Mirror of Erised and seeing you looking on proudly as he presents Philosopher’s Stone to Voldemort.

#Quirinus Quirrell #Harry Potter #HP #Philosopher’s Stone #imagine #minors not interact #possession #infestation #reader insert #Voldemort #Professor Quirrell #villain imagine #Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone #Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone #Harry Potter movie #Ian Hart #Richard Bremmer #Harry Potter franchise #Tom Riddle #Harry Potter imagine #Quirinus Quirrell imagine #Voldemort imagine #Ian Hart imagine #Richard Bremmer imagine

[stuckysdaughter]

What Once Was Lost

Harry Hart (Kingsman: The Secret Service)/Fem!Reader

Requested by: anon

Summary: You were shot by Valentine, taking the bullet meant for Harry. They presumed you dead, until they found you back in the States with the Statesman Agents. Can he bring back your memories and help you once more recognize the loved ones in front of you?

TW: amnesia, guns, mentions of blood, a smidgen of language

"But this isn't that kind of movie," Valentine was saying to your husband.

"No, it isn't."

And not too soon after that, Valentine's gun was aimed and ready, right toward Harry. You knew in that moment that he was going to be shot. No. You couldn't let that happen. Not on your watch. So when the shot was fired, it wasn't Kingsman agent Harry Hart it hit. It was you, Agent Guinevere, Y/F/N Hart it hit instead, right in the chest. You briefly heard a shout, someone yelling your name, before everything went black.

The first thing you remember was waking up in a small room. You didn't recognize this room, but to be honest, you didn't recognize much. Not even a name to call your own. You hoped your clothes would provide a hint as to who you were, or even where you could be. You looked down, but you only saw a black dress that went to the floor. No clues there.

After a few minutes of sitting on the bed, trying to remember something, anything, the only thing you came up with was music. Yes, that's it. You were a musician, a flautist to be exact. This had to be your small studio apartment, and you were on your way to the concert tonight. That was it. But where was your flute and music?

A young woman with dark skin and hair walked in the room. She was wearing glasses, and oddly enough had on a white lab coat.

Something's wrong with this picture.

"Y/N, you're awake! How do you feel?"

"Uh, fine? I was just asleep, nothing to worry about. But, um..." You trailed off.

You really wanted to ask the millions of questions swirling around your brain, but maybe this woman would think you're crazy. Tonight's concert is a big deal, it would make or break your career.

"Where's my flute? And my music, did I leave that lying around somewhere?"

The woman had a look of brief shock, before she collected her features and replied, "I think I saw them out in the living room, let me go get them."

What you didn't see was that once she left the room, she entered a huge lab. Ginger wrote down what she noticed on a clipboard, noting that you thought you were an orchestral flautist. She didn't know where she'd find a flute and music, but maybe the Statesmen had connections in that department. She looked at you through the two-way mirror. In reality, you were in a white padded room, wearing a short white sundress. When they found you, you were a mess, covered in blood.

Today was the first day you gained consciousness, and Ginger was dismayed to learn she was right. You had no memory of anything other than this supposed dream you were living, and it didn't look like you would regain them any time soon, if at all. She just wished she knew of someone to contact. Family, friends, a spouse, someone that could vouch for who you are. If she only knew they were mourning her back in England, not knowing she was alive in America.

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Eggsy, Harry, and Merlin were finishing up the tour of the Statesman headquarters. They were taken into the lab, and thoroughly interrogated by Tequila. They were shown what was behind the clearing glass, and the first thing they all noticed was you, holding a flute, studying the sheet music in front of you.

"Oh. My. God." This was all Eggsy could get out at the moment. Merlin just stood there in stunned silence, not sure how any of this was happening.

"Y/N" Harry murmured. His world was shaking to its core. You were the love of his life, and he thought you died in his arms. But here you were, unaware that your husband was on the other side of the glass.

"You three know her? It took us forever to get a name out of her, and we weren't even sure it was her real one." Ginger was shocked. It had been months with no sign of anyone who'd recognize her.

"Her name is Y/F/N Hart, otherwise known as Agent Guinevere of the Kingsman Agents. She's one of our best agents. Y/N's my wife... and we thought her to be dead," Harry's words were rushing now, he really wanted the formalities to be over so he could hold his wife in his arms again.

Ginger looked at him with pity. "Agent Galahad, I'm sorry to say, she has virtually no memory. She thinks she's a flautist for the New York Phil living in a studio apartment. If you go in there, who knows what would happen to her mental state. Or yours. She won't recognize you, any of you." She looked at the group, took a deep breath, and finished her thoughts. "I think it would be in her best interest if you left her alone here, with us. She's been making some good progress, but she will never gain more memory than this. It's too dangerous for Y/N to be exposed to so much all at once. I'm so sorry. I'm only thinking of her."

The group stood in silence, weighed down by Ginger's words. None of them wanted to accept that even though you were alive and mostly well behind that door they would never see you again. Somehow this was worse than before, knowing you were there within reach, yet still so far away. Harry couldn't take the waiting any more. Fuck that, he was going to get his wife and bring her home again.

He took long strides until he could walk through the door. This was it. The moment that would decide everything moving forward. He braced himself for the worst, and turned the knob.

"Y/N, it's me. I'm here to take you home."

You just looked at him in confusion. "I'm sorry, I don't know you. And I am home. I think you have me mistaken for someone else."

Harry took the flute from you, and placed it on the case on the floor. He gently held your hands, and walked you over to the bed in the corner, sitting you both down.

"I know you don't remember me," he said softly, much like when he would talk to you in the softer moments you shared. "But I remember you. Will you let me share some of it with you?"

You thought for a moment. You didn't know this man, but something about him was familiar. You couldn't place where you had seen him before. Oh, what the hell.

"If you say that you know me, then you do. I want to hear what you have to say. Where are you going to start?"

Harry smiled, and let out a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding in. Maybe he could bring you back. "I'll start from the beginning."

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It wasn't an easy time for either of you. But with each story Harry told, you got more and more small flashes of something. Your life with him, you knew, but nothing to break the floodgates. Eggsy and Merlin each contributed a small thing, but nothing yet. Harry had one last story to tell, and he really hoped that it would do the trick.

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You two were sitting on the couch together, one arm around your shoulders and the other holding yours, slowly rubbing your thumb. You were tucked into his chest, the both of you with small, soft smiles on your faces. There was a comfortable silence between you, but you broke the silence.

"Harry, my love, I have something to tell you."

He shifted so he could look you in the eye, and moved his arm from your shoulders to your back.

"You know you can tell me anything, darling. What's on your mind?"

"I... I want to have a baby."

Harry shifted his gaze, looking down for a moment. A baby. Was he ready for that? Goodness knows that his job was too dangerous, and so was yours. But... when he thought of raising a child with you, having a small version of either of you running around, the happiness he got won out. He finally met your worried face, and gave you the biggest smile he could muster.

"I do too, Y/N. I do too."

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When Harry finished recounting one of the happiest days of his life, he took one more glance at you. Your gaze was cast at the floor, and for you, there was a rush. All of your life came back to you in one moment, and there it all was. You knew the man in front of you. The wonderful man who didn't give up when all hope was lost. Your amazing husband of a year and a half. You locked eyes, and smiled.

"I was so happy you said yes. My heart had never beat so hard and so fast in my life. And that's after telling you that I loved you the first time and jumped out of a plane."

Harry's brain couldn't catch up fast enough. You were back, for real. At last. He beamed, and gave you the biggest hug he could. When you both pulled away from the embrace, he moved his hands to the sides of your face and pulled you into a kiss. This was gentle, like he was being careful not to break you, but full of the passion that comes from being apart. The kisses grew more forceful, but you were interrupted by your friends entering the room.

You turned to look at them, and smiled once more.

"Merlin. Eggsy."

You met them in the middle, and gave each a hug.

"Wait a second. Before we go off to save the world one more time, I just remembered something. Well, a lot of somethings, but you know what I mean. First things first, where's my wedding ring and can I please put it back on?"

Ginger had it in a safe place, and brought it back for you. Harry slipped it back on your finger, just like that wonderful day you got married.

"Ok, one more thing." You looked at Harry again. "Remember how we said we wanted to have a baby?"

The look in his eyes told you he knew what that meant, and in that moment he knew that no matter what else the world decided to throw his way, everything would be just fine. After all, he had his friends by his side, his beautiful wife, and now a baby on the way.

He couldn't be happier his entire life.

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THE END

Author's Notes: Another request done! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I hope y'all loved reading it, too. This definitely follows none of the movie (either of them), but I tried my best. For those of you that are wondering, I play flute, that’s my major in college. I needed something that I would do, and that’s quite the lofty goal and perfect for another life. Thank you to the anon that sent in the request, I hope I did it justice. Requests are open, so if anyone has something please send it in. As always, please reblog and comment if you liked the fic!! I love you lovely people so much! - Butterfly

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Kingsman - Harry Hart x Reader

Based on this request: Can you do next door neighbors AU? Harry being infatuated with the reader? It can be either smut or fluff! Or both!

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none

I have a thing for softy Harry, in case you hadn’t noticed.

A soft knock on your door interrupted your cozy Netflix and chill session. Frowning, you paused the wildlife documentary you’d been watching, heading to the front door. A delighted smile appeared on your face almost as soon as you opened it. 

Harry Hart, your neighbor, was standing in the rain, a small smile on his lips and a book in his hands. 

“Harry! Come on in! Have you just returned from your trip?” you asked, taking his umbrella from him, hanging the huge and slightly ominous-looking thing on the coat hanger by the door. 

Harry chuckled, divesting his coat automatically before pausing. 

“I don’t want to intrude on your evening, y/n, I simply came to give this back to you.” 

He handed you the book as he spoke, presenting its cover to you: The Silmarillion. 

Ah yes, one thing you and Harry had bonded over was your love of Tolkien. You’d almost forgotten you’d lent him your tattered first edition copy. His had been lost in a fire that had apparently destroyed his previous home a few months ago. Apparently, that was right after he’d lost his eye. 

You’d never dared to ask how a tailor could lose an eye on a “business trip,” as he’d called it when he moved into the house next door, but that had you more than a little perplexed. 

“I hope you enjoyed re-reading it?” you asked, showing him into the living room, where your Netflix documentary was still on pause. “I was just watching stuff about insects, although I really can’t think why since I despise critters.”

The word “despise” was said with such dramatic emphasis that Harry couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Not all insects are bad critters, y/n. What about butterflies?”

“Well, yes, if only I could get hold of them. I had a formidable collection of beetles, as a child, but they’re easier to catch.”

Harry’s eyes grew wide. By the look on his face, you could tell that beetles did not hold a particularly dear place in his heart. You’d have to enquire about that later. 

“Tea? Or something stronger?”

“Just tea, thank you. I really don’t want to intrude, especially if you were watching something…”

“Nonsense, we can watch it together.”

Harry followed your retreating form and heard you start the kettle. He wondered if you’d ever noticed just how infatuated he was with you. How much younger your bright eyes and vibrant laugh made him feel. 

He had felt like an old discarded parchment, battered to the four winds and stored away in a dusty place to rot, before he met you. Single handedly, you had brought back a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. How, he wasn’t quite sure, but then, he had no great experience with love. 

What he knew was that you felt right. And he felt good when he was with you. 

You brought back two steamy cups of tea, setting them down on the coffee table in front of the couch. Harry reached out for his almost immediately, relishing the warmth that began to sip through his fingers. 

“So, how was the trip?”

He shrugged, unwilling to talk about business.

“Much as it always is. Exhausting. Makes me realize I have grown less fond of travelling.”

“I never knew tailors traveled as much, before I met you. What do you do?”

You met his pained gaze, seeing a suffering of a kind you hadn’t seen before. 

Harry had always been reluctant to share much about his work, which had led you to believe that there was in fact more going on. But every time you asked, you could see pain reflected in his eyes, as if he tried to block some kind of memory that refused to go away. 

“I’m sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I’m just… curious about you.”

Harry’s gaze was intense as he stared at you.

“I mean, you know a lot about me already: what I do, what I like, my age… all these little things that seem so trivial to others, they somehow… bother you.”

He sighed, taking a sip from his cup. 

“That’s because they do,” he frowned, flexing the fingers of his hand. “Truth be told, I’m not allowed to tell you more. In fact, already, by saying this, I’m telling you more than I should.” 

He let out a dark chuckle, playing with the wisps of steam.

“What I can say, is that I am, officially, a tailor, and officiously, someone else, although I promise you my name is my real name,” he added, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “And I’m in my fifties. Positively ancient compared to you.”

“What you see in me, then, I will never understand,” you said, laughing, “My parents always say they can’t understand me or any new generation at all!”

Harry didn’t laugh, not really. He simply stared at you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Surprising you, he reached out to place a stray curl back in place behind your ear. The intimate gesture made you shiver. 

“You’re wrong,” he said softly, lowering his eyes into his cup of tea, “you make me feel much younger than I am. Before I joined the army, before… everything.”

You drew a sharp breath and he winced as soon as he realized he’d let the mask slip. 

He took a deep breath. 

“I feel alright when I’m with you. Better, frankly, than I’ve been in years, although I probably did not realize it back then.” 

Reaching out, you placed your hand on his, allowing yourself the small liberty to caress his knuckles. Only then did you notice they were bruised. 

“I’m glad,” you murmured, drawing one hand to your lips and kissing the bruises softly, “if I can make a difference.” 

Harry’s hand tightened on your own, and you managed to draw the brightest smile out of him that you’d ever seen until now. 

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Realisation - MerlinXReader (Kingsman)

A/N: Just a little something I cooked up for Merlin (Mark Strong) Fans. 

Word Count: 2,258

You were in your room in the vast Kingsman Mansion, preparing to go on a mission with Eggsy and Roxy, your music blaring from your bluetooth speaker on your vanity, laptop open to the mission statement for you to memorize it. The plan was simple, something you had done a million times before but for some reason this mission felt a little different, you were apprehensive, tense even. A voice came over your glasses that startled you to begin with however you relaxed once you realized that it was just Merlin. “Everything alright, Y/N?” he questioned as you pulled on your tights. “Why wouldn’t it be?” You chirped trying to convince him as much as yourself. Without you noticing the track changed on the speaker from a gentle blues number to Paloma Faith. It wasn’t unusual for that change to happen since you always kept your playlist on shuffle yet the title of the song hit you within the first few bars. Focusing on the task at hand you tried to ignore the feeling of betrayal you felt towards your playlist as you looked down, checking to see if the tights had gathered at the waist. “Y/N! I wish you would warn me!” Merlin squeaked in embarrassment. “Shit! Sorry Merlin! I forgot you were there!” You cursed as you put your eyes to the wall. “Were you even listening, Y/N?” Merlin sighed. You imagined him leaning against the console in the comms room, head in his hands. “I got distracted” You admitted sheepishly. Yet again you heard the hiccup of your playlist changing over the speaker, this time it was a Robbie Williams song. “How ironic” you thought to yourself. “Y/N, if you three are going to make it to the mission on time, you need to stop getting distracted and actually get dressed. The car leaves in 15.” Merlin grumbled as he shut off the video/audio link. You quickly threw on your chosen dress for the evening, then you spent the next 10 minutes placing your wig on before shutting off the speaker and slipping into your heels almost forgetting to grab your cardigan and clutch bag. You were greeted by Eggsy, Roxy and Merlin at the front door to the mansion. “Ready to go, kid?” Eggsy questioned his smirk plastered on his face. “I’m only a few weeks younger than you, Gary” you remarked as his smirk faltered, you knew he preferred his nickname to his given name. “You look glamorous Y/N” Roxy smiled genuinely as she pulled you in for a hug. “Likewise, Rox” you smiled back, embracing the other woman. It got quiet as your gazed turned to Merlin. “Well?” You questioned as the silence became unbearable. “You look mission ready.” Merlin nodded his approval. “Where’s Harry when you need a compliment?” You teased, a giant grin playing at your lips. “Just remember the mission. All should go without a hitch if you follow the plan” Merlin grumbled as he rolled his eyes at your comment. Turning to face Eggsy and Roxy, you waited for them to head into the car before you joined them. “And for god sake, DON’T GET KILLED!” Merlin yelled as the heavy doors closed. The car ride to the mission was peaceful for the first 5 minutes, that was until Eggsy had to open his mouth. “So Y/N, you’ve been awfully distant lately. After missions you tend to head to bed straight away instead of joining us for the debriefing and a drink to wind down.” “I’ve just been tired, that’s all Eggsy” you countered as you flicked open your compact mirror to check over your make-up. “Are you sure it has nothing to do with a certain well dressed man back at mission control?” he tried seeing through your lie almost immediately. “Eggsy! He could hear you, you know!” Roxy squealed as she clasped her hand over his mouth. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Eggsy.” You grumbled as you turned your head away from him. Now wasn’t the time to be having this discussion, you needed to focus on the mission and not get distracted by thoughts of Merlin running through your head. When you arrived to the venue of your mission, you diverted straight to the powder room. “Maybe I shouldn’t have downed that glass of squash before I left” You thought to yourself on the other hand that wasn’t the only thing that was bugging you. Was it that obvious that you had a thing for Merlin? If Eggsy and Roxy had picked up on it who else knew? Washing your hands for what felt like the 100th time in the space of a few minutes. “Focus Y/N! This is a big mission and if this goes well you can go back home, pour yourself a glass of Apple and Blackcurrant squash then settle down to watch Family Guy and American Dad before drifting off to sleep” You mentally slapped yourself in an attempt to get your priorities straight. Thankfully, once you had returned to the task at hand and rejoined both Eggsy and Roxy, the mission went without a hitch. Your target was acquired meaning once Eggsy or Roxy had interrogated them they would probably have a cooling off period in one of the ice boxes before being released into general police custody. The card ride back to the mansion was coated in adrenaline fueled silence, the previous interrogation into your private affairs seemingly forgotten. “Our little discussion isn’t over, Y/N. I will get answers.” Eggsy commented as though he had read your thoughts. “Let it go, Eggsy. We have more urgent matters at hand” Roxy snapped as her foot jabbed into the leg of the target. “I don’t ask you about the things you and Princess Tilde get up to, Unwin. So butt out” you hissed, he was slowly getting on your last nerve. You were the first one to exit the car and enter the mansion, stopping in your tracks as your eyes met Merlin’s as he descended the staircase. For a second, you thought you saw the one thing you had been wanting to see for months now, but it had gone as quickly as it had appeared. “I’ll be in my room if you need me” you spoke with a little more anger than you had expected. “Duly noted” Merlin nodded, his eyes leaving yours once the doors reopened behind you to reveal Eggsy, Roxy and your target. Throwing your heels into the wardrobe you let the bedroom door slam shut. “Dammit Eggsy. Why do you always seem to get on my last nerve?” You asked no one in particular. Spying your speaker, you picked it up and reconnected your phone before walking over to the vanity to take the evenings outfit off. As soon as you hit play on your phone a silly Boyzone song began to play but that didn’t stop you from singing along. While you danced around your room to the song, you changed into your favourite nightwear, Disney Pajamas and a silk chemise. There was an occasion where you would swap out the chemise for a kimono or a fluffy dressing gown but that one was primarily for the winter. As song after song played through your speaker, you continued to dance until your anger towards Eggsy had all but dissipated. Falling on your bed, you laughed at your childishness. You laid there for a moment, just catching your breath. It had occurred to you to turn off the speaker and ultimately the music but your movements were interrupted by a soft knock at your door. At first you thought you had imagined it so you ignored it until you heard it again, this time a little bit louder. Still unsure about whether or not it was really happening you finally opened the door to find Merlin standing there, still dressed to the nines in his “penguin suit” as he often called it. “To what do I owe the pleasure to your presence at my door at this time of night?” you questioned, pleasantly surprised. Before he could speak, your playlist skipped into a Sister Sledge song, causing your eyes to widen in shock and dive head first to where your phone lay to shut it off, but Merlin’s hand caught yours before you could take the leap. “Y/N, we need to talk.” he spoke sternly as he turned you to face him. “Oh?” was all you could utter as your eyes met his again, your free hand colliding with his broad chest in an attempt to steady yourself. “Why weren’t you with Eggsy and Roxy interrogating the target?” he question, unphased by the compromising position. You felt the vibrations of his voice though his chest as he spoke but your eyes didn’t leave his. Your ears picked up the change of song yet again, this time to a Sir Tom Jones number which caused a faint blush to dust your cheeks. You knew Merlin could hear it as well however his demeanor wasn’t affected and his green/grey ones staring into your darker oceanic blue ones, not flickering, almost as though he was daring you to blink first. “I asked you a question, Y/N.” he spoke again, breaking the silence, a low groan emanating from his throat. “God damn! That has to be the most sexiest sound to ever come out of that man’s mouth! Besides his voice-. Shit, Y/N! Focus for christ sake! Right he asked a question. What was it?!” you asked yourself a frown appearing on your face as you attempted to remember the question. Merlin waited patiently for you to recall the question, unmoving and quietly breathing. Click. The song had changed again this time to a song more suitable for a nightclub than a bedroom, you recognised it as a Riton and Oliver Heldens collaboration with the help of Vula. You didn’t entirely hate the song but ever since Merlin had walked into your room, it had seemed to have decided to pick the most inappropriate songs in your playlist. “Y/N, don’t make me ask you again” Merlin grumbled, his grip on your wrist tightening enough to get your attention but not hard enough to leave a bruise. “I don’t like doing interrogations. Besides, those two have a whole good cop/bad cop routine going for them, if I tried to hone in on that I could end up ruining it.” you shrugged as you pulled away from him. Each step you took towards your bed, he matched it however instead of going to your bed he went to sit on the stool by the vanity. It went quiet again for a moment, long enough for you to hear the track change again, this time to a movie soundtrack, one where there’s a dance scene that you had always wanted to recreate. “You know, if you really don’t like interrogations that much, I could always pull you out of field operations and you could help me out here” Merlin suggested, though his voice was quiet as if his mouth was beginning to dry up. Your eyes left your hands that lay in your lap to meet his again. “Me? Help you?” you questioned, your brows furrowing in confusion. As far as you knew no one in the history of Kingsman had helped the tech wiz. That had always been a solo operation until the previous tech wiz had brought in a trainee before retirement. “Are you looking to retire, Merlin?” you asked before you could stop yourself. His eyes lit up at that question and you thought that he was going to start laughing as his stoic facade had cracked allowing the hint of a smile to shine through. “Not for a few good years yet, Y/N. I just thought it was a better option than staying in the field and having to deal with interrogations.” he shrugged, as he bought his hands to grab yours that still sat in your lap. “Can I sleep on it?” you hummed a twinkle in your eyes as they rose from both of your hands entwined together. “Sure, let me know by the end of the week and we’ll get the transfer sorted, ready for Monday” he spoke, reassuringly. This time the smile reached the corner of his eyes so you knew that it was genuine. “There it is again. Silence. Neither of us moving or saying a word” you thought to yourself. Click. Another new song started playing. This time it was a Robbie Williams song but he wasn’t alone he had a woman with him. It took you a few minutes to recognize it as Nicole Kidman. Still neither of you moving, you just allowed the song to speak for you both. Towards the climax of the song, Merlin stood and headed towards the door. You followed his lead, holding the door for him to step out of. “Well I guess, I’ll let you get some rest. It’s getting late” Merlin hummed as he turned to face you once again. “Goodnight, Merlin” you smiled as you leant against the door, ready to close it as soon as he disappeared down the hall. “It’s Hamish” you looked at him with confusion as clear as day on your face. “My real name. It’s Hamish” he clarified as he backed away from the door “Well, goodnight Hamish.” you corrected, popping your head out so that he could hear you. “Goodnight, Y/N” he smiled to himself as he turned to walk down the hall.

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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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[myriadimagines]

[x] // requester: @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13 // request here

IMAGINE: BEING A KINGSMAN, AND HARRY TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU GET MIGRAINES.

Harry hands you a glass of water as he tips some medication into your palm. You smile gratefully at him as he sits down on the couch you’ve curled up on, desperately trying to ignore the growing pains of your migraine. Swallowing the medication and nodding at Harry, you remark, “Thank you for always taking care of me, Harry.”

Harry smiles back at you, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder. “Get some rest, y/n.”

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[fireinmoonshot]

26.“You don’t strike me as a professional criminal.” “That’s what makes me so good at it.” with Harry Hart and Reader

Harry Hart wasn’t the type of man to get attached to people he saved in their moment of need. He’d heard stories of people doing that, like paramedics who got attached to their patients or firefighters who saved someone from a fire and worried about them constantly afterwards. Harry was not that type of person, or, at least, he wasn’t.

And then he saved you and well, it all went to shit.

He’d been the one to suggest coffee, but only after he told you what he did for a living. You wouldn’t leave his side without knowing how the hell he’d saved you. But after he explained everything, you’d accepted quickly. Who were you to refuse a date with an attractive man who was also insanely kind and had saved your life a week ago?

You had been the one to start the conversation, though. You were sat in a booth a few seats away from the window of the small coffee shop that the two of you had chosen. It wasn’t too busy, but there was a buzz in the air loud enough that you could talk without fear of being overheard.

“You don’t strike me as a professional criminal,” you began, lifting your drink up to take a sip.

Harry was taken aback by your words – him, a professional criminal? If he’d had any of his coffee in his mouth, he probably would have spit it out, or, at least, he would have thought so. It wasn’t very gentlemanly to spit a drink out on your date.

“Well, that’s what makes me so good at it,” Harry replied, a twinkle in his eye. He took a quick sip of his own drink and shrugged. “I wouldn’t call myself a professional criminal. Our primary job is to save people, save the world. I believe most criminals do the opposite.”

You nodded slowly and mused over the thought for a few moments. “I suppose you’re right. But still, I mean…” you hesitated, your gaze dropping to the table. “You did kill people, Harry.”

He sighed. “It’s killing to save another life, though, isn’t it? If we can save someone without doing that, it’s preferred, but if we have to kill to save someone, we do so without a second thought.”

It was easy to understand, and you found as the two of you talked and drank your coffee that you didn’t mind the fact that he was a Kingsman, a secret agent of sorts, or that he killed people. What really mattered was that he was kind, a gentleman, that he’d saved your life and that you liked him. You really and truly enjoyed spending time with him and it seemed he felt the same way.

You tried to delay drinking the last quarter of your coffee, but it started going cold and you had to drain the cup. When you finished the coffee, you figured that the date would be over, but in reality you just wanted to sit here with Harry and talk forever. Little did you know, Harry was trying to delay the inevitable end of the date too.

When, finally, the two of you stood up from your seats, Harry cleared his throat.

“If you don’t mind,” he said. “I would very much like to see you again.”

You nodded immediately, the excitement of the moment overtaking the thought in the back of your mind to play it cool. You did not play it cool. “Yes, yes!” You grinned. “Absolutely, um, yes!”

Harry chuckled softly and extended an arm to you. You weaved yours through his easily and he led you from the coffee shop, making sure to open the door for you and close it behind you. As you stood on the pavement outside the shop, Harry turned to you once more.

“I don’t have to be at work for another hour, would you like to take a walk?” He pointed to the park across the street. You nodded again, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“I’d love nothing more.”

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[thatlittlered]

Being pregnant with Harry’s child would include...

Warning: Little mention of the act, nothing NSFW

Requested by anon: I need dad!agent galahad and i need it now. 

A/N: Your wish is my command. 😍

him kissing your belly every morning before he leaves for work

reminding you how beautiful you are every five minutes just in case you forget 

crying just a little too much over petty things like how he knocked over a glass of water

and him just hugging you although you both know you’re not even upset, to begin with

kissing and praising all the stretch marks that are starting to form on your body when he makes love to you

and finding you more beautiful than ever now that you’re carrying his baby

doing everything in his power to relieve your back pain and taking care of you 

going out in the middle of the night to get you any weird food you might be craving, no matter how impossible and illogical it might be

waking up in the middle of the night to catch him talking to your baby and telling him all about his day (perhaps skipping the most violent parts)

letting Eggsy coo all he wants to your baby and draw silly faces on your belly

and of course letting him feel the baby’s kicks because it excites him so much

Merlin even going as far to do some research for you and of course, help you around the headquarters when you’re there

the entire Kingsman HQs being like a family and taking care of you and your baby because you’re both precious

Harry refraining from telling you all about his most dangerous missions or something that might have gone wrong since he doesn’t want you stressing too much

both of you being more than ready and excited to meet your child

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[fics-b4-chicks]

Figured its only fair to share what i’ve written 1st, so here’s a little something from my ao3:

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[soylaprincessa]

IMAGINE: Accompanying Agent Whiskey to a Statesman gala (Agent Whiskey x reader)

Request: could i get whiskey x reader where his significant other is a lot younger than him? and it’s either him introducing her to his fellow statesman or her introducing him to her parents? feel free to tweak, this is my first time ever requesting anything, i’m just a hoe for pedro pascal tbh. thank you !!!!

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 1381

Masterlist

You stood in front of the mirror in your blue dress, it was the one you had bought during your visit to New York last year and you loved it. Still, you weren’t sure if it was appropriate for the event. Jack had asked you to accompany him to a Statesman gala. Up until now you hadn’t met any of his colleagues or friends are you were quite nervous, almost fidgety. The big age difference between you and Jack certainly didn’t add up to your confidence.

Jack was due to pick you up in five minutes and you needed to make a decision on what to wear. For two hours now you had tried on your whole closet, every dress you considered suitable for the occasion had been combined with different bags, shoes and jewellery. If you kept up this speed you would be late. And being late wasn’t something you were willing to permit. You wanted the evening to go smoothly, to be fair your expectations were high and so was the pressure you’d put yourself under.

The doorbell rang, forcing you to snap back to reality. The navy dress would have to do. Quickly, you grabbed some earrings and a black bag, heading downstairs to open the door for Jack. He was looking incredibly smart in his blue suit and tie and you bit your lip in admiration. Jack lifted his cowboy head politely to greet you, “Good evening, princess.”

“Hi,” you smiled, already feeling less nervous just as a result from seeing him.

“How’d you know I was going to wear blue?” One eyebrow risen, Jack examined you from bottom to top. You just shrugged in response and smiled, maybe the dress was a clever choice after all.

“You look stunning, of course. Ready?”

You drove to the location in Jack’s car and you tried your best to hide your edginess. Luckily, all the pessimistic thoughts you had were out the window as soon as you met Jack’s fellow Statesmen. They welcomed you with massive warmth and hospitality- it felt like all the weight had been taken from your shoulders and you could finally breathe again. Jack was watching you with a sparkle in his eyes and one corner of his mouth turned up. It made him equally happy.

However, his colleagues couldn’t keep themselves from making jokes about the age gap between you and Jack. Though you knew they meant no harm and they genuinely seemed to like you, it had you suffering from tiny prickles of needles right to your heart and your self-confidence. Jack didn’t seem troubled by this at all and it impressed you a lot. At the moment, you wanted nothing more but him to provide you with a piece of that inner composure he had. Jack placed a comforting arm around your shoulders and leant in to kiss the top of your head.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you get yourself a glass of wine and some Bourbon for your old boyfriend?” Jack winked and you shuddered once more at one particular word in his question. Yet it was clear he wanted to get you away from the others for a couple of minutes. You nodded and Jack softly pecked your lips before you wandered off to the bar. Throwing a glance back at him and the others, you gratefully observed how Jack seemed to plead his colleagues to quit the stupid jokes for your sake.

When you stood by the bar and waited for your drinks, you heard someone mention your name. You turned around to see who it was, but couldn’t spot anyone familiar. Instead, two women were standing behind you, chatting and giggling.

“Did you see her? She’s like half his age! I should propose to him that we repeat all the good moments we’ve spent together. Surely she can’t take as much as I did,” one of the women laughed, swaying her long, blonde hair back and taking a sip of her champagne. Deep inside, you wanted to hit her in the face and pour red wine all over her white dress. You wished you had the courage to say something, but no words would come out of your mouth. So you just stood there, hands clenched into tight fists, lips pulled in a tight line. Staring at the two women like this caught their attention. They both looked at you, and back at one another. Before either of them could open their evil mouths and hurt you even more, you turned on your heel and marched off.

Wandering through the room in search of Jack, you bumped into a waitress. You muttered an apology and frowned, not being able to find your partner.

“Are you alright, Miss? I saw your Dad standing by the window,” the waitress smiled and you wished you could die right then and there. She was only trying to be helpful, but you felt utterly embarrassed again. Together with the uncertainty about all this being a good idea, you felt you eyes flood with tears. Everything was just a blur now and all you wanted was to get out, get home, away from all these people who didn’t know you and didn’t give a shit. You felt disappointed, sad, and most of all, alone.

Taking one deep breath, you gulped down the tears as good as you could and headed for the exit.

You picked up your coat and stepped outside. The cool night air hit you and made you instantly feel better. This had all been a mistake. Now being on your own, you allowed the tears to fall.

You started walking until a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

“Princess, where are you going?” A gentle voice behind you asked and you turned around, quickly trying to wipe away all the tears so Jack didn’t see them. The look in his eyes turned to one full of worry and he stepped closer to you to cup your face, softly stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“What happened?”

“I don’t belong here,” you sobbed, all the tears you had wiped away were now being replaced by new ones.

“No, sweetheart, it’s alright, come here,” Jack whispered, firmly pulling you to his chest. His strong grip around your waist mixed with his musky scent instantly soothed you.

“They’re right, I could be your daughter.” You moved away from Jack and he frowned.

“I see,” he sighed, now understanding what was bothering you so much, “why do you care what everyone else thinks?”

It took you a moment to think about his question. Jack was right, why did you care? You loved him and he loved you, why wasn’t that enough for you?

“Don’t let it get to you so much, darlin’. It doesn’t matter how old anyone of us is. As long as we have each other, nobody’s gonna come between us. They’re all just jealous of what we have. I want you in my life and I don’t give a single damn about other people’s silly opinions.” His gentle, reassuring words warmed your heart utterly and the butterflies were going mad inside your stomach.

“You’re right. I’m just sensitive, that’s all.” You allowed Jack to remove all the remaining tears from your skin and happily sank into his arms again.

“Should we go back inside?” There was caution in Jack’s voice, he obviously didn’t want to put pressure on you.

“Fine. But don’t leave my side,” you smiled, sliding your hands up to wrap them around his muscled neck.

“Finally, a smile! This is why I fell in love with you,” Jack grinned, pulling you close to him by your waist. His chipper nature never failed to cheer you up and you smiled even more, gratefully placing your lips on his, sucking his bottom lip until he kissed you back. You loved how his moustache tickled you during the kiss and how tightly he was clinging onto your hips.

Jack firmly grabbed your hand and led you back to his colleagues, who sincerely greeted you with heart-warming smiles. You promised yourself to listen to Jack and focus on enjoying the moment. It would spare you all the negativity and misery. After all, you had wanted this to be a good night in the first place.

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