#kingsman Merlin imagine

[specialagentlokitty]

Merlin (kingsman) x reader - you’re safe here

if you do still write for kingsman (i saw it on ur list but i havent seen it on your blog in a very long time) could you do a merlin x reader where reader has been hiding an @bvsive relationship from everyone, but one day shows up to his door with cvts and bruises everywhere??💟💟 - Anon💜

T/W: mentions of abusive relationship

Part of being a kingsman was to keep your personal and work life very separate from one another.

And when it came down to that, you were amazing at it, the two lives never intertwined with each other in any way, shape or form.

And perhaps that is what your downfall was as well.

What was supposed to be a loving relationship had turned into a hell on earth for you, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

You were a master at hiding everything, so nobody you worked with suspected a thing, and your partner hated you wouldn’t tell them anything about your work life.

They accused you of everything.

Cheating.

Stealing.

Lying.

Manipulation.

Whatever you could be accused off you were, even though it was the other way around.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

You wanted to fight back, but you were scared, and when it came down to it you couldn’t bring your hand to hit them like you could anybody else.

You were stuck in a world of fear and it was eating away at you slowly.

But it had never been so bad before, never had you feared for your life so much, been on the verge of collapsing in your own legs as you climbed out of your car.

You didn’t have anywhere else to go.

You didn’t know where to find anybody else.

And you were scared that you would be followed if you went to the hospital, and terrified what would happen if you went to the police.

Slowly closing your car door you walked over to the house and rang the bell, slumping yourself against the railing, wheezing for breath.

“Who is it?”

You looked up at the intercom, letting out a pained breath.

“P..please…” you whispered.

You weren’t even sure if he would’ve been able to hear it, but you couldn’t form anymore words.

You heard running down, and the door was thrown open.

Merlin immediately crouched next to you, holding a gun out as he looked around.

When he was sure it was clear he put it away and wrapped your arm around his shoulder.

“This is going to hurt.”

With that, he lifted you up and you held back a pained scream.

Merlin helped you inside and set you down in the sofa, locking the door as he began to rush round gathering everything he could find.

Coming back over, he sat down on chair in front of you, settling some bags of ice down.

He went to reach out and you flinched.

“I would never hurt you, you’re alright.” He said softly.

He slowly reached out again, moving your arms from your ribs.

“Can I?”

You shook your head.

“Alright, I just need to make sure they’re not broken.”

He placed his hands on your ribs, gently feeling and you winced.

“Bruised but that’s all.”

It was calming to hear him telling you what he was doing so you knew everything that was happening. There was no nasty surprises.

Your breathing was pained, and every time he reached out you would flinch.

It broke his heart to see you like this.

He knew you as one of the strongest agents, never had you been injured on a mission.

Now here you were sat on his sofa, bruises forming, covering in cuts, blood stained your clothing. You were in so much pain.

And there was nothing he could do to help you aside from tending to your injures, cleaning them, bandaging them, putting ice on them.

When he was done, he took a small breath.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

You weakly shook your head.

“Alright, I’ll be back in one moment.”

Merlin left, and he came back not long after.

“Come on, let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

He helped you up, slowly walking up the stairs with you and took you to his room, letting you sit on the bed.

He covered you up, and sighed as he looked at you.

“Get some rest, we can talk in the morning when you’re ready.”

He went to leave and you stopped him.

“Do you want me to stay?”

You nodded.

He took the chair from his desk and brought it over, sitting next to the bed holding your hand while you laid down.

At first you didn’t sleep, but pain and exhaustion took over and you let sleep take over.

And Merlin sat there watching over you, he had already his laptop, and he was going through security footage from your building to figure out what went on.

He was going to figure this out.

Then whoever had dared to hurt you like this was going to pay dearly for what they had done to you.

But Merlin could only hope you could heal from this, and that you would let him protect you

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[scarlettacklen1986]

I Don't Want To Rember •Kingsman Merlin•

Word count: 1157

Type: Angsty fluff

Warning: Mentions of Death and grieving

Paring: Merlin × Oc (description is kept limited name can easily be changed when reading)

Summary: Maggie can't process her feelings about Merlin coming back to her

Maggie was sat at the kitchen table again, it was nearly 3 am and her head was hung over a cup of coffee.

"Mag?" She looked up to see Merlin coming down the stairs of their house.

"Hey babe, I didn't mean to wake you," she smiled.

"You didn't, I woke up naturally, and realised you weren't next to me," he said.

"I just had a nightmare, don't worry about it,"

"What about?" Merlin asked sitting across from her.

"You know what it was about," she said with a heavy sigh.

"I'm alive darling," he reached for her hand but Maggie retracted her hand setting it in her lap.

"Sorry, I'm still shaking it off," she mumbled.

"I love you," he said

"Love you too,"

"Go back to bed," she said "I'll be up in a minute" she assured

Maggie never came back to bed, Merlin found her the next day on the couch asleep.

"I...I just don't know Harry, it feels like she's pulling away from me," Merlin said to Harry as they ate in his office.

"It was traumatic for her too, she watched you die, she grieved you, then she helped get you back and she helped Ginger with your surgery, she's probably still processing," Harry assured him.

"Why won't she talk to me about it?" Merlin asked.

"She doesn't talk about her feelings and she probably feels as though she shouldn't complain because you're the one who came back to life," he said.

"You make more sense than you should," Merlin said.

"I read a lot of romance books," Harry shrugged.

"You read spy novels," Merlin argued.

"I change the dust covers to spy novels," Harry said amused Merlin shook his head with a chuckle leaving to his own office.

He hadn't seen Maggie all day, she said she was too busy working vitals on Roxy and Eggsy's blood from their last mission, an undercover that went wrong and ended in both of them getting injected with a mix of poisons that they had to scramble to get an antidote to.

Maggie had been frantic figuring out the antidote as Eggsy sat holding a puke bucket as he threw up blood, Roxy held out bearly any better but she had gotten to the all-acting poison negator, all it did was slow the poison down.

But Merlin could see the file, she'd ran their blood and done every test she could on both their most recent blood samples and the ones taken when they were injected.

"She's probably working on a better and quicker antidote than what we had," Merlin mumbled. "Yeah, that's all she's doing,"

Maggie came home later than Merlin. "Hey, you hungry?" Merlin smiled.

"Not really, darling I've been working on a proper antidote for months, seriously months and nothing is working," she complained.

"Literally nothing! I can't even figure out what the poisons in that mix were, if I could do that, I could work out a mix of the antidotes for each of those poisons," she groaned as she collapsed on the couch.

"You'll figure it out my love, you always do," Merlin said kissing her cheek, Maggie smiled looking over her notes.

"Thank you, love"

"Put the notes down, they'll be there tomorrow," Merlin said later in the night Maggie sighed rubbing her eyes.

"You're right, I've got a couple theories to try in the lab tomorrow," she said placing the book down.

"Come on, to bed we go," he said holding onto her hand pulling her up off the couch.

"I love you," Maggie smiled kissing him, Merlin kissed back crowding her against the door.

He trailed his kisses down her neck, Maggie pushed away. "I. . .I can't I'm sorry," she said.

"What? What is your problem? Are you afraid to look at my scars? Disgusted? Do you think you're too good for me now? That I'm damaged goods now? Huh!" Merlin shouted.

"No! Of course not!" Maggie said quickly.

"Then look at me like I'm a person again!"

"I can't! Okay? I just can't! It's too much all I see is the view from your glasses as you exploded! How your voice just stopped! The blood on your glasses! And I had Ginger telling me we needed to continue the mission and help Harry and Eggsy! But I couldn't and then weeks later we found you and oh my god the state you were in.

I collapsed into Tequila, Then. . .Then Ginger needed help during the surgery and you were flatling and the machines were going off and Ginger was fanatically trying to get you breathing again and I. . .Froze until Harry came in to calm me down, tell me it wasn't you, it was any other agent I've performed surgery on, we had to cover your face, I could barely even function as a medic, never mind as your wife.

I sat on the floor of my surgery room just thinking, thinking, what if you died, what if you flatlined and I froze again with no one to help, what if you got better and went back into the field and you got hurt again and I couldn't do anything and every time I see those scars, It's all I think about, I can only see you nearly dead on my table, I love you but I'm scared!" She cried sat on the edge of their bed with her head in her hands.

"And I'm so selfish because I can't imagine what you're going through if I'm like this, I can't imagine what your head is like and I-I don't know how to talk about it because you don't like to talk about your emotions and I'm fine with that! Because it's always small things like Eggsy pissing you off, even when you were grieving Harry we didn't talk about it much I could deal with them, I know those emotions, I've felt them but how do I deal with this,"

Merlin knelt in front of her. "Maggie, look at me," he said gently.

"Don't act like I'm a child Hamish" She groaned.

"I'm not but I need you to look at me" he said.

Maggie rested her chin on her hands looking at him, he took her hand. "Trust me," he said gently, he moved her hand under his shirt placing it over his heart. "You can feel that right?" She nodded "I'm alive and I'm healthy and that's because of you and your amazing work, you keep each and every single Kingsman healthy and alive and I love you for that," he leaned up kissing her.

"How about this, we go to sleep, if you wake up with a nightmare, you wake me up as well and we work through it together, you're not selfish, this hurts you as much as me, I didn't suffer alone and you won't either,"

Maggie smiled kissing him "Thank you," she said gently.

They settled into bed, Maggie laid against Merlin's chest listening to his heart and it was the first time in months she'd slept soundly.

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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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[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?

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[nuggets-and-french-fries]

Hey so I would like to make a request! I love your writing!!!!

Can you write an imagine with Eggsy Unwin getting his ass handed to him by a female villain and then falling for her? Like enemies to loversm

Note: I want to apologize for taking so long with this. I wanted to make sure that I had everything in order for this to flow the way I wanted it to. 

I really hope that you enjoy this imagine. It was fun to write.

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Eggsy Unwin was one of Kingsman’s most valued agents. He was smart, charming and overall badass. His fighting skills were first class except when it came to having to write a report from a mission he had just completed. His first one since his split with the princess.

 It was currently 3am and although people say it’s the witching hour, for Eggsy, it was just a pain in the ass. He was exhausted and all he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep until next week, so with that, he decided that he’d pack up his desk and return to the report later when he was more rested and feeling like his brain was able to compute the vital information the report needed to have.

 Slowly but surely, both Eggsy and JB, Eggsy’s faithful and four-legged companion, made their way to where Pete was waiting in the taxi that would take them home.

 “Evening Mr. Unwin.” Pete greeted warmly as Eggsy got comfortable.

 “Morning Pete.” The young man corrected. Pete smiled to himself and set out in the direction of Eggsy’s humble abode.

The drive there was a quiet one. Pete focused on driving while Eggsy dozed in the backseat. His eyes way too heavy to stay open for much longer. JB didn’t pay much attention to the men as he focused on all the lights that blurred by.

 “Sir, we’re here.” Pete said, making Eggsy stir.

 Eggsy smiled at the man and thanked him for his services before heading inside to peel his clothes off, get ready for bed and crawl under the sheets.

 =

 Eggsy instantly fell asleep and was in the middle of sawing logs when a black figure made their way into his bedroom as quietly as they could. There was one problem though. JB.

 The pug wasn’t exactly having the best time getting comfortable in his plush doggy bed. He huffed and continuously stood up to turn his pudgy little body around a few times before laying back down to repeat the steps.

 When the canine realized that he and his human weren’t alone, he got up to investigate only to find that one of the black figures sneaking around was Merlin. JB got excited and started licking the techie’s leg.

 “JB, stand down.” Merlin whispered firmly, after failing to get the dog to go to his bed nicely. JB once again huffed and went back to bed but not before releasing a semi loud and rancid smelling fart.

 The three girls with Merlin wanted burst into laughter but they knew if they wanted to pass this test, they had to remain silent and not do anything to kybosh this assignment.

 “Fucking shite, JB.” Merlin grumbled as he waved his hand in his face to try and ward the smell away.

 At this moment, Eggsy stirred a little and groaned. He could smell JB’s stink bomb, even if he was sound asleep.

 Merlin and his accomplices stood as still as they could as though it would turn them invisible. They could only pray that Eggsy wouldn’t wake yet.

 When the man began snoring again, Merlin looked at the three other figures and gave the nod to keep moving.

 Y/n was the first one to reach Eggsy’s bed. She got the view of his shirtless torso and boy was he hot, even if his mouth hung open with a little drool escaping the gaping hole in his face. He looked so peaceful she almost felt bad for doing this, but it was now or never.

 The woman looked to Merlin and when he nodded, she struck.

 Eggsy squealed like he never had before and even Merlin found it hard not to laugh. It was the girliest scream he’d ever heard and Eggsy would never live it down.

 “Shut it or I shut it for you.” Y/n snapped as she tried to grab hold of Eggsy’s hands. He may have been tired, but he wasn’t too tired to put his fighting skills to the test. He kicked, punched and did everything Merlin had taught him which Merlin felt proud of.

 Y/n was running out of patience. She just wanted to get back to bed so to aid in that, she mustered all her strength into one powerful punch and knocked the shit out of Eggsy.

 “Shut the fuck up.” She said as the man now laid unconscious.

 “Not how I would have done it but good work. Get him to the van before he wakes up.” Merlin praised. The women nodded.

 =

 When Eggsy came to, he couldn’t see anything. His mouth had a very well-made gag in it, his hands were bound and his eyes, y/n took care of that and placed a good amount of duct tape around his head to make sure the blindfold would be removed.

 “He’s awake.” Rachel said as she looked up from the knife she was sharpening. Jenna nodded and agreement.

 “What shall we do with him boss?” Jenna asked, noting that the man was starting to fight against his restraints.

 “I reckon we remove his tongue.” Y/n said somewhat sinisterly as she approached a struggling Eggsy.

 The man screamed the best he could with the gag in his mouth. Y/n laughed as darkly she could muster and even Rachel and Jenna felt unnerved.

 “No one can hear you honey pie.” She whispered, running her blade along his cheekbone slowly. Eggsy flinched away from the cold metal and attempted to fight again.

 “I wouldn’t do that if you want to live.” Y/n warned. She was enjoying this. It made her feel powerful and in charge.

 “Take care of it.” Y/n instructed as she was supposed to and walked out of the room.

 Eggsy wasn’t going to lie, he was a little scared, but he also knew a few tricks and whoever had him would soon regret their choice to kidnap him. Neither Rachel nor Jenna saw it coming. Somehow Eggsy had managed to free himself and he went full on batshit crazy.

 Y/n had no idea how he’d freed himself, but it didn’t surprise her in the slightest. Merlin had raved about how good of an agent Eggsy was and this was him proving Merlin’s point.

 “Hey, chill mate.” Jenna tried but it was no use. Eggsy took a swing and thankfully she was able to dodge it, but he wasn’t able to dodge the chair that knocked him on his ass. He growled and got back up. Alright, if he wanted a fight, y/n would give it to him. She was known for her fighting skills so bring it.

 Eggsy and y/n spared for a little while longer before Merlin intersected and broke them apart.

 “Eggsy, stand down.” Merlin ordered. Eggsy was beyond livid at this point. He took a swing and hit Merlin square in the jaw.

 “Fuck you, bruv!” Eggsy seethed.

 “Eggsy, that’s enough.” Merlin said as he walked over to the man to remove the blindfold.

 “Fucking hell Merlin. Was this necessary?” Eggsy said as he focused his vision.

 “It was a training exercise.” The Scot answered.

 “For me?” Eggsy asked but Merlin shook his head and motioned for the three women to come forward.

 “It was for them.” Merlin said.

 “Who are you?” Eggsy asked, locking eyes with y/n.

 Jenna took it upon herself to look at Merlin for permission to explain to which Merlin granted.

 “We’re a new branch of Kingsman that Merlin has been working on for a while now. Our mission tonight was to kidnap you.” Jenna explained, adding a shrug at the end.

 “New branch? Merlin what the fuck is going on.” Eggsy demanded.

 “What she’s trying to say is that we are going to be working together hopefully.” Rachel said.

 “So I was the fall guy?” Eggsy said and everyone nodded.

 Eggsy had to admit that he was relieved, but he was still pissed off.

 “You’re all dismissed.” Merlin said, not wanting to discuss anything else.

Jenna and Rachel followed behind Merlin as he left but y/n stayed behind with Eggsy to make sure he was ok.

 “I don’t need your help.” He snapped as he picked up the chair that was thrown at him.

 “You’re just mad you got beaten by 3 women.” Y/n challenged, hoping to get a rise out of him.

 “No.” He said all too quickly. Y/n laughed which added to the insult that Eggsy was easily beaten.

 “Whatever you say, girlie.” Y/n teased. Eggsy whipped around faster than y/n was expecting, and he had her pinned to the wall.

 “Want to repeat that?” He questioned darkly.

 “What are you going to do? Fight me?” Y/n responded.

 “Keep talking and you’ll find out.” He warned. Y/n rolled her eyes.

 “Whatever you say, big baby.” She said.

 As promised, Eggsy got into her face and raised his hand to rest on her neck, but she didn’t budge; instead, she smirked.

 “Come on you little bitch. Choke me.” She whispered seductively as his lips barely ghosted over hers.

 “I’ll do more than that.” He replied.

 “Prove it.” She said before sticking her tongue out enough to lick Eggsy’s lips.

 That was it…

#taronegerton #taron egerton imagine #taronegertonsmut #taronegertonimagines #taronegertonfanfic #taronegertonedit #taronegertononeshot #jbkingsman #eggsy x reader #taronegertonxreader #taronegertonxy/n #merlin kingsman #merlinsangels #eggsy unwin imagine #eggsyunwin #eggsy unwin x reader #eggsyunwinxyn

[perksofbeingatallpotato]

Quarantine

Harry Hart x Reader Warnings: A little swear word. Word Count: 1,345 A/N: Surprise? I’m back again with another story! Started writing this about two weeks in after the world started to shut down. Maybe I should’ve put that as a trigger warning. To some, the lockdowns and the pandemic may be traumatic. Is it too soon to write about the pandemic? So, if you're following me on Twitter, you probably know that I've had covid once again. I tested positive on the antigen test after I experienced headaches and colds, and then I lost my sense of taste the day after. I think that pretty much confirms the accuracy of the test. My symptoms are mild and have improved since. I'm on my 5th day of isolation today. Thank you for the get well wishes! Much appreciated.

The title might sound boring, but I hope what I've written is not.

"I'm going to have to require you two for quarantine. We have to make sure you weren't infected. As we speak, both of your places are being prepared. But, you two are going to have to pick who's flat you’re going to stay at for 21 days. I need you two to look after the other, and support each other while in isolation." Merlin said as if he was giving you two a mission brief through the screen.

Your mission overseas went well. However, with the rising number of cases of nCoV all over the world, Kingsman couldn’t risk an infection within the agency. Even if they’re stocked and well-equipped to handle a case or the quarantine of their agents, they deemed it would be better for your overall health to stay at your own home, or whichever would be decided.

You opened your mouth to try to say something but Harry beat you to it. "I think it would be best to stay at (Y/N)'s place." He suggested. "(Y/N), do you agree?" Merlin asked you. "Yeah, sure." You haven’t thoroughly thought about this, you just agreed because it seemed like the proper answer at the moment. "Very well then. I'll have your things prepared, Harry. Anything you might need out of the usual aside from your clothes, toiletries, electronics, books?" "Let me think about it. I'll put it on the list if any. Thank you, Merlin. I'll be in my room packing a few of my things." Harry said to you and to Merlin, then he left.

"Merlin, I think it'll be better to convert the room I use as my home office for Harry's room while he's there?" You asked although it was more of a suggestion. "I was meaning to ask you that. I'll finalize the furniture orders.” You could hear his keyboard clacking, “And done. How about you? Do you need anything?" "Uh, I lost my yoga mat. I think I'll need one." "Added to the list. Anything else?" "Let me think about it too. I'll ring you if I've come up with something. Thanks, Merlin, you're the best."

As you walked back to your room inside the Kingsman mansion, you realized you were not exactly fond of the idea of having to live with Harry for weeks. You’re not used to sharing your space with someone. Harry would essentially be moving in. He’s probably not a bad roommate though, you just know it’s going to be a huge adjustment, especially with the fact that both of you aren’t allowed to go outside for weeks.

It took the whole day, but considering the norm outside of Kingsman, the furniture and other essential deliveries were fast. Your flat was spick and span, and your home office, Harry’s room, for the time being, was set up as if he’d been living there for quite a while.

You unlocked the door and welcomed Harry to his new temporary home. You gave him a little tour of the place, though there isn’t much to see. The last stop of the tour is his room, and you left him to get settled. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

The next thing you did was take a shower to wash off the day. You were poked and prodded by the Kingsman staff in personal protective equipment while waiting to be sent home. Both of your and Harry’s lab results are normal, but it’s not enough assurance that none of you caught the virus.

Merlin sent you home with a feast of takeout food for you and Harry, knowing you’re both exhausted to cook on your first night in quarantine. It’s almost unbelievable he’s human with all that brainpower to think of everything and then execute those things.

After dressing in your pajamas, you went downstairs to reheat the food, but Harry had the same idea. He was already in the middle of setting the table. “Dinner would be ready in a few m–“ the ding of the oven interrupted him, “–oh, moments.”

You were sat across from each other at your 4-seater dining table. Although this was your flat, it felt foreign to be in it with Harry. You’re not exactly close to him and have never hung out with him outside of Kingsman, you get to train and sent on missions paired up together, but you haven’t really bonded with him on a personal level. Now suddenly, you’re living with him. 

There was a little small talk, including agreeing on how good was the food, “I have to ask Merlin where he got this because this is good,” you said. “Just don’t tell him that it was good, otherwise he’d say that he’s the one who made it.” And you shared a laugh.

Harry would’ve also done the dishes had you not insisted it should be your turn. If you had to pry the plates off his hands, you would. Besides, there’s still plenty of time for him to do the dishes as he pleased. Thankfully, he let you do it without a fight.

The next morning, Harry was already up before you were. When you arrived downstairs, everything was already set on the table. He was probably reading the morning news on his iPad.

“Good morning. Time to eat.” “Sorry, have you been waiting long? You should’ve had breakfast ahead without me.” “Nonsense.” He then poured you a cup of tea and you smiled in return.

The rest of the breakfast went by uneventfully, by now Harry has caught on with the division of tasks, but it’ll be better to talk with him about this just to be clear. You both got separate instructions from Merlin and had to do a daily medical log while in quarantine. So the two of you disappeared into your rooms to do that and some other paperwork.

By lunch, you finally went over with Harry the division of tasks. It’s not like you were setting house rules, it’s just so that you both pull your weight around the house, and not feel like a burden to the other. He did have some questions, suggestions, and other things he would like to do while he’s at your place. You have a small lawn in your backyard, and he asked about your plans for the place. He suggested it could be improved with a few plants, aside from the faded lawn chairs and the wild grass that has survived on its own. You agreed to let him do whatever he thinks would be good. He gave up living in his own flat probably thinking of your own comfort, this is the least you could do for him.

And then the rest of the week was spent with the following routine, except on the weekend.

Morning workout

Taking turns cooking breakfast or doing the dishes

Taking a shower

1-2 hours of desk work

Lunch. Again, whoever’s in charge of the cooking and the cleaning up

A little tidying up of the house or your room

Few more paperwork

The rest of the day goes on without a specific task at hand. Sometimes you do a bit more workout. Sometimes you try to finish a few of the personal projects you’ve started a while ago. Sometimes, you do a bit more online shopping.

Dinner. Dinner arrangement. You know how it works.

But you often end the day with a bath and skincare or a self-care (Yes, you’re a bad-ass agent and you’re also a huge fan of self-care)

By Saturday, you went on with your usual weekend plan of not getting out of bed until your stomach complained that it was hungry. However, you suddenly jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, quickly brushed your teeth, and washed your face.

You were doing a half-run going downstairs and yelled an apology. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” “I was beginning to think you died in your sleep,” Harry said, and you playfully pushed him on his shoulders.

It wasn't that late, just half-past nine, but Harry surely had been waiting for quite a while.

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Another A/N: Too light? Needs a bit more plot? Part 2? Yes. I’m just warming up. ;) Do you want this to be a series? You can suggest things. Let me know!

#Harry Hart x Reader #Harry Hart #Kingsman #Merlin #Kingsman Imagines #75th Post

[sassy-imagines]

#merlin x reader #merlin imagine #kingsman imagine

[eissaphir]

Absolutely wild how my brother can chuckle at Merlin headbutting someone during the Country Roads scene while I'm trying not to burst into tears

#Welcome back to the 'I become way too attached to fictional characters' show episode 72 #Merlin #Hamish Mycroft #Kingsman #Kingsman The Golden Circle #Kingsman The Golden Circle Spoilers #Still no idea whether that's his canon name but who cares I've accepted it #I had to watch the movies (read: the first two) with my brother since he hadn't seen them before #And my mom and cousin were also there #So you can imagine the stress I was under as I was trying not to make myself look like an idiot #But hey story of my life #People laughing at stuff in movies/shows while I'm almost bursting into tears. I'm too emotional for these situations man #My posts

[frownyalfred]

You ever think that Bruce must've built in some type of handle/grip into the Robins suits so he'd have an easy way to drag them out of danger? The suit would otherwise be designed to do the opposite, after all any obvious grips/handholds would be a danger in a fight.

So just imagine the most easily hidden spot for a hidden grip. Hidden away in the middle of their back at the top of their uniform and the Bat picking up his tiny colorful child like one would scruff a cat.

It's originally a bailout method so he can grab Dick and get out if he decides it's too dangerous. With Jason he uses it much more to stop fights than to leave them. Lifting Jason completely off the ground until he's holding his twig of a child as he swears like only a crime alley kid can.

Wait anon because I was LITERALLY thinking about Bruce’s suit modifications the other day. The secret ones. The ones he builds in like the paranoid bastard he is.

You know that scene in the first Kingsman movie where Eggsy thinks he’s singled out to be missing a parachute and then Merlin pulls his chute in front of everyone? I want Bruce to have done that somehow.

Jason accuses him of not caring (maybe it’s his Red Hood armor?) and Bruce just walks up and pulls the super secret handle that turns the suit into a protective shell. He cares. He just can’t say it out loud sometimes.

#asks #anon #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #fic ideas #Kingsman

[shieldedreams]

a little dream come true (e.u.)

summary ⇾ eggsy remembers just how he met you–be it chance, be it fate–and remembering it every now and then brings a smile to his face (yours too) details ⇾ 1,715 words / eggsy unwin x data-analyst!reader / gn!reader / 🌸 fluff / merlin being the biggest shipper of you two (we do not talk about the golden circle...)

the kingsman headquarters grow quiet in the thick of the night, as it always does. eggsy finds himself down one of the hallways, making his way towards a specific office to find his favorite person. he slows down when he passes by a door that looks familiar. backtracking a couple of steps, he looks through the small window and the sight refreshes his memory. his memory of when he first met you.

heavy breathing. loud ringing in eggsy’s ears. he can’t hear or think straight. he’s about to lose his god damned mind from all this intense training but he knows he’s got to get a grip. he’s made it this far–top two–there’s no fucking way he’s stopping now. he came so close to being ran over by a train; if he can pass that, he can surely pass this.

he finds himself in a small room with nothing but a person tied to a bomb. there’s no door, no window, nothing. he’s torn in this situation, unsure of how to go about this when it seems like there’s only one path to doing what’s right. he’s gone as far as to make sure you’re safe but the only thing left is the bomb to diffuse. as far as his prior background experience goes, he’s only got thirty seconds to spare. there’s no way out, no form of help apart from his conscience and the bag over your head to cover your whimpers.

he manages to grip onto your shoulders, telling you to find your way out as soon as the bomb goes off and that it wasn’t your fault. none of this was. though he knows you can’t comprehend it with the onslaught of tears and whimpering, eggsy’s said his piece. he throws himself with the bomb as far away from you as possible despite the lack of space to begin with.

with his eyes clenched shut and quivering lips along with the image of his mother and baby sister in his mind as his fading thoughts, the impact... comes in a form of a sweet voice cooing him from his imagination. he flinches when the bomb stops ticking and instead of exploding him to bits, it... shuts down? he blinks a couple of times to make sure he isn’t dreaming but when he comes face to face with you, the bag now off of your head, eggsy sucks in a breath.

“congratulations, eggsy unwin. you’ve passed the test.”

his brows are furrowed, accepting your hand up to his feet as he blinks at you, “w-what?”

a doorway suddenly appears, the simulation-like room disappears to a simple bedroom with wooden walls... as they remain contained in a glass cube. it clicks in eggsy’s mind that everything wasn’t real, though his heart giving out just may be it.

he still doesn’t know what to say, how to react. a part of him thinks this isn’t real but when you lure him out of the glass box, towards the bed, he immediately flops down to take a seat. with a small smile, you offer him a cup of water he accepts, still confused but he knows an explanation is coming as you take a seat next to him. 

he appreciates how you allow him to take a couple of breaths first. though, he’s uncertain if it’s because of what he just went through that’s making his heart somersault like this or if it’s the proximity between the pair of you. it doesn’t help that he’s able to look at you up-close, watching you watch him. it’s... a weird feeling. comforting, yet it’s making him nervous.

“as a kingsman, it’s important to put others before yourself. in that moment, when you decided to take the bomb with you and step away as far from me as possible, you’ve passed the test.” 

eggsy chugs down the water, eyeing the bag on the glass floor he’s certain was over your head. you chuckle when you match his line of sight. “oh, that’s transparent, by the way. i could see everything.” you reach to take his emptied cup when he looks like he’s done with it. your fingers brush over his gently, almost electrifying his body upon contact that he tries not to flinch. he’s obviously failed when you snort.

“i’m sure merlin will give you brownie points for positive reassurance. not many would know how to comfort another right before their demise.” you rise to your feet. “he’ll be here in–”the door cracks open and it changes the course of your intended sentence–”right now, as it seems,”

“there’s my favorite member of staff,” merlin greets, stepping in just as you turn to face him, “y’know, i’m sensing a little bias here.”

merlin gasps, “me? biased? no, can’t be.” the two of you laugh it off, leaving eggsy very confused but he doesn’t interrupt just yet.

“i’ll be off then. congratulations again, eggsy.” you raise the cup at–”merlin,”

he salutes you playfully, “y/n.”

when the door closes along with your leave, that’s when merlin notices how quiet eggsy has been. merlin carefully sits next to the young man, patting his shoulder, “you alright there? not quite like you to be stumped over something like this when you were more than ready to get run over by a train.”

the first thing that eggsy asks is: “who was that?”

merlin chuckles, pulling his hand back from eggsy’s shoulder, “that’s y/n. they’re one of our top data analysts but they’ve got some experience from field. they saved me once, hence, the reason why they’re my favorite but don’t tell no one, alright?”

eggsy nods quietly, still staring at the direction you left. he notices he’s quiet when merlin has this shit-eating grin on his face, clearly understanding that you left an impression on him.

“if you say anything about this, i will personally chop your balls off, merlin.”

“oh, i wonder why would you do that when i could give you a reason to see them?”

“...merlin, if you’re serious i will love you forever.”

merlin was indeed serious. that day was the first unofficial date you went on with eggsy merely minutes after meeting him for the first time. eggsy still remembers it like it was yesterday despite it being a couple of years ago. the fond memory lives in his mind and–”best have someone familiar in your mind when you look through that specific window.”

it seems you’ve snapped him out of his reverie when his shoulders flinch just a bit. he turns to you, that cheeky smile forming from a small one, to a wide grin as he makes the move to walk towards you. despite being in public, eggsy has never shied away from showing you his affection.

his hands almost immediately reach for your waist, even if you try to swat them away with we’re in public! his response is always nah, don’t really care, and you feel the security wrapped around your waist and the adoration kissing the side of your head as eggsy hugs you. although it’s late in the kingsman headquarters, it doesn’t mean that it’s completely empty. there’s a potential risk of someone coming by (even though the entire bloody corporation knows by now) and it still makes you shy every now and then.

you’re about to succumb into his embrace, until a peek over eggsy’s shoulder allows you to meet with–oh–”not in the hallways, kids. pack it up and move somewhere private.”

with a muffled huff, you’re about to push eggsy away but he remains firm, locking his arms around you as he calls off to merlin who promptly walks past, “oh piss off, merlin. don’t act like you weren’t rooting for us in the beginning.”

merlin looks like he’s about to let it go, but he backtracks so that he can get a glimpse of you, “oh yeah, forgot to tell ya, lover boy over here has been head over heels since day one. and i’m not talking about the first date.”

merlin only sticks around enough for it to hit you, and then he’s winking at eggsy before he’s off. when it’s just you and eggsy again, you turn to face him and he’s effectively avoiding eye contact, arms shifting around your waist.

“is he talking about your test? that’s the first time?”

you watch as eggsy’s mouth open and close a couple of times, before he musters up: “l-look, merlin’s just talking straight out of his arse–”the slight raise of your brow and small pout is all it takes for eggsy to crack”–and–oh for fuck’s sake, yes. that’s the first time!” you press your lips together to stop yourself from laughing, it’s harder when eggsy pulls away with a scoff.

“might’ve been gassed out of my mind but i know a pretty thing like you when i see one. just so happens it’s one that makes me feel all sorts of things even before i get to know them.”

patiently, you wait until he’s done with his little rant and he notices you’re waiting. oh, how polite. he looks at you with a sigh, “go on, make fun of me already. call me a hopeless romantic and all that bullsh...”

eggsy only processes what had happened when you’re a couple of steps away. sure, the two of you have kissed and gotten intimate plenty of times already since getting together but it’s the small moments like these that truly create an uproar in the butterflies in his stomach. your hushed giggle, the soft yet urgent kiss planted to his cheek, that giddy buzz that surrounds you as you quickly pull away. it’s... the smallest things that rile him up the most, and it’s working.

“again...” he says, now walking towards you as you walk away, “again! come back here!”

you squeal as you try to make a run for it, eggsy hot on your trail as he chases you back towards your office. merlin scoffs a laugh as he’s waiting for his coffee from the machine nearby, shaking his head but well-aware he’s the reason for all of this to begin with. he’s mighty proud when he gets his drink, making his way towards his office and notices the happiness radiating from both eggsy and you down the hall.

#eggsy unwin #eggsy unwin x you #eggsy unwin fanfic #eggsy unwin x reader #kingsman eggsy #eggsy unwin fanfiction #eggsy x reader #soz idk what this was #but it was in my drafts and whenever the word count is there it usually means its done??? #so its done LOL #ANYWAY #here it is <3 #:) #hope any eggsy lovers out there still can enjoy this! #<3

[ladystardust-thinks]

high-achiever - e.u.

Request by: @stilessbaseballbat

Hello! Can I request an imagine with Eggsy where him and the reader are appointed to train the newbies, but they become too competitive and split the group in two - One is Eggsys group and the two the readers. They make a bed which group will pass the Kingsman training? (you can choose who wins and what the loser is going to have to do)

Eggsy Unwin x Fem!Reader

A/N: It hasn't been long since I got that request. Sure. I totally didn't have it in my wips since forever. Anyway, I feel a little boring because of the choice I made on who wins but eh it's okay. It was like 4am. I'm proud of the OCs though 'cause I think they're pretty lovable. (aka I love them and they're my pretty little babies so you also have to love them, no pressure.)

Any feedback, is good feedback!! Correct me on anything you think is wrong.

word count: 2.1k

Tags/Warnings: She/Her pronouns!!, Jealous Reader if you squint really hard, kinda ooc eggsy?, OC x OC, reader is an overachiever, bad writing? English is not my first language, I learned it entirely out of social media, mention of a dog being shot (but not really), mention of reader having a dog (again, only if you squint.), Use of Y/N

"Gawain! Get up!" Eggsy's voice echoes loudly through the woman's house as he swings all the curtains wide open. She winces at the sudden light and curses the boy through her teeth.

"Y'know Galahad, I have heard rumours about people saying good morning as a greeting. Also that is a total violation of privacy. Do you know that? It's important to me that you know that." The girl whines shoving her tired body towards the kitchen, pouring coffee in a mug.

"Good morning, Gawain." Eggsy pauses. "Alright, now, the trainees list just came in and Merlin told me we are to train them. So take a look at it." He pushes the papers towards her and she takes a sip from her coffee, not making an attempt to take the papers. She looks up at Eggsy like he had killed her whole family.

"Why are you all that excited?" She asks rhetorically, not waiting for an answer. "Well, first of all I've been there and it's interesting to see newbies in my position and second of all it's going to be something to add to my successes. I'm high already but I am aiming higher."

He answers in a matter-of-factly tone and sits opposite to the girl. "What makes you think you are going to be all that good at it. I mean I am going to be there sure but-" She was rudely cut off.

"Are you implying you are better than me, Gawain?" The agent says slowly with a smile forming on his face.

"I wasn't implying anything, actually. I thought that was obvious. But before you rudely cut me off and-" She grunts in annoyance. Yet again being interrupted. She didn't like being interrupted.

"Then we can put it to the test. Drink your coffee and get dressed we are going to HQ." He states and starts wandering around the house, almost too comfortable, opening her closet and pulling out her suit, throwing it on her bed.

"You're doing it, again! I don't really appreciate that! And how did you even get inside my house? I never gave you a key. The door was locked, the lock isn't broken. What the bloody hell! You can't just sneak in like that." The woman complains kicking Eggsy out of her room as she starts to change her clothes. "We are Kingsmen, Gawain. Nothing is ever locked." She heard him say behind the door.

***

The newbies were in their cabin and they looked terrified in this sort of fun way. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if she also looked that terrified her first day at HQ. No. She thought. She was too confident. Her friends and family were sure, that was going to be the death of her. She was always sure of herself. Always. She had always been competitive.

Her parents still teased about stuff she'd do when she was little, like crying when she'd land on someone else's property while playing Monopoly.

They didn't even pressure her into all of those academic successes, she just did it.

The competitive part of her - if not her only part - is also what brought her where she is, doing something that Merlin, probably, wouldn't really like. But just like there wasn't one bone in her body that wasn't competitive, there also wasn't one that wasn't a winner.

***

"Do we get to choose who's in our team?" She found herself whispering at Eggsy while the newbies conversed with one another. "If you have your eye on someone that you think would make it easier, then no." He answers nonchalantly.

"Damn it." She swears under her breath, disappointed. "But we could choose eachothers teams. Like I choose yours, you choose mine." He murmurs.

"Okay. Then I'm giving you Marie." She says checking the document in her hand to make sure she got the name right. "Why Marie?" Eggsy asks, genuinely curious. "I don't know she seems annoying, she'd talk your ear of and get you distracted."

"Oh. Well that's good, because I actually think she's quite-"

"Then no." She changes her mind and shakes her head, her eyes still at the trainees looking over the cabin like lost puppies.

The blonde smirks, he marks his coworker's initials next to 'Marie Brown' on his own document. "Marie?" He says looking at the group of people right in front of him, searching with his eyes for the short redhead. "Yes." She speaks up. "You're with Gawain." He states.

The girl sprinted towards the, not-so-thrilled, agent excitedly. She smiled with all her teeth and squealed, standing tall, next to her.

She threw a sarcastic, tight lipped smile smile her way, then turned to look at Eggsy, the grimace never leaving her face. He just tried to hide his giggles under his breath and smiled, looking only forward because he knew if he turned to look at the woman's expression, he'd break down in laughter.

Marie grasped her mentor's shoulder proudly and Y/N's eyes widened but Eggsy's ability to hold his laugh was only getting worse. She nudged his rib with her elbow and coughed. "Okay, Elliot, with Galahad." She marked the initials G.U. on her document and let a breathy laugh out.

His eyes widened and his eyebrows went up, he turned to look at her and Elliot walked over to him. "Hello, sir." He sniffed and put his hand out for Eggsy to shake. His voice was shaky. Eggsy looked at him, then back at his sweaty hand and shook it.

Elliot let go from Eggsy's hand and wipped his hands on his uniform, fixing it and clearing his throat, as he walks next to Eggsy.

"He does realize that we are almost the same age and I am not his teacher, right?" The agent turns to Y/N and she snorts shortly. "Dont be mean," she says quietly "that's my job." She continues.

"Well, this is going to be fun." Eggsy mumbles under his breath. Suddenly regretting ever planting the idea of a bet in the girl's head.

***

"Okay, so." She clapped once to get the attention of the newbies. "The next days are going to be full of missions and tests, but you have to keep two things in mind. Always listen to your mentor and of course always look at the bigger picture. You're going to be in danger, multiple times through out this training process. If you look too closely you don't think practical, you think hypothetical. And a Kingsman doesn't have time for hypothetical."

Eggsy found himself staring at the young agent while she spoke with such loyalty and dedication. There was always this on going banter between them, about who is better at this or that, little things. But it had been amusing for him how she took everything so seriously, like she just had to win. Even if that was just an unserious game of rock-paper-scissors. He couldn't help but wonder why she was so competitive, with everyone but especially him, at most times.

That being the only trait they had in common.

How competitive they both were.

In general they we really different, she was serious most of the time and she always went by the rules, more logical than emotional, she'd always follow a good piece of advice. Eggsy was a free-er soul, he is emotional, he gets attached really easily. A smart-ass if she's ever met one. And he had this weird hero complex she could never understand, this 'I'm saving the world.' kind of attitude. She wanted to wipe that smirk of his face, bring him down to earth, shout 'We're all saving the world here!' at him.

***

"Hello there." Agent Gawain told the newbies, wet like cats, seeming miserable.

"What the hell was that?!" Hayley whined, a trainee from Eggsy's team. "That was your first quest, and if it was hot in here you'd be thanking us now." He answered the blonde girl's question.

"What was surprising, something that has never happened before, was that all of you failed. We had to drain the water so you don't drown." Y/N told her trainees. They all looked at eachother awkwardly, ashamed, as the experienced agent put her hands over her chest disappointed.

"Are you kidding me? We almost died for your stupid training and we get scolded like we're little children? I am not dealing with this crap." She got her luggage from under her bed and pushed through Galahad and Gawain so she can leave. Eggsy grimaced, his nose scrunching and his eyes squeezing shut. "She left." He heard a familiar whisper from next to him. "I know." He said. "Okay. Hopefully by the next mission we won't have anyone storming off." He turned to the rest of the group.

***

It had now came down to the final choice. The two final trainees for the decision to be made were, ironically enough, Elliot and Marie.

The trainees were both at different rooms, one across from another. Agents Gawain and Galahad were both leaning on different walls, one across from another.

Both waiting nervously to hear the gunshot from their trainee's gun. The woman made a clicking noise with her tounge as the man constantly tapped his foot against the metal floor. "Nervous, Galahad?" The agent asks the blonde. "Never, Gawain." He answers.

Gunshots are heard from both rooms and the agents let out a breath they didn't know they had been holding, realisation came to them immediately and they locked in eachother's eyes. "Does this mean...?" Eggsy started. "I think so? It hasn't happened to me before." Y/N says confused and both Elliot and Marie come out of the rooms.

"I almost shot my Barney..." Marie says to her mentor with wide eyes, holding her dog close to her chest. "Yup I know, he's alright, Mar." Agent Gawain hugs her trainee, remembering how it felt to even think of shooting Stevie when she went through her own training.

"I- Me too." Elliot says, still shocked. She sees Eggsy over Marie's shoulder, as he sighs, grimacing yet again, questioning and giving two hesitant pats on Elliot's back she couldn't describe as confrontational. She laughs on Marie's shoulder and Eggsy rolls his eyes at her.

"Okay. I mean. Good news is...you're both Kingsmen now. And you have your dogs!"

Y/N says letting Marie go.

"Congratulations on your dedication."

Marie and Elliot start talking and Eggsy discreetly takes his coworker away.

"So it's tie?" He whispers.

"I guess so." She shrugs.

She looks back at Marie and Elliot. Elliot awkwardly laughs as he makes a depressing attempt to touch Marie's arm and she giggles putting some of her hair behind her ear.

"Well that's akward." She says and Eggsy follows her eyes and also looks at the, now, young Kingsmen.

"Let the kids be. They're living their love."

"You're making me have a mid-life crisis before my time, we're like two years older than them."

Eggsy sighs theatrically. "Yes, but they feel like my kids already. Look at them opening their wings."

Gawain rolls her eyes.

"Must be sad for you. Now you can't make a move on Marie." She says sarcastically.

"I just said that so you wouldn't put her on my team. Marie's not really my type."

"What's your type then?"

"I don't know. Witty, smart, boring agents that can't bare losing?"

"Sounds very specific for the sake of 'not knowing'."

"Familiar too doesn't it?" A proud smile plays around Eggsy's lips as he is staring at her.

"Yeah, it does. Thank god my type is annoying, funny, immature agents that I just can't get off my back." She grins.

"I'm pretty hard to get rid of. Would you break a rule, Gawain?"

"Only if I am to break it with such good company, Galahad."

I would love to read your thoughts, i hope you enjoyed the story. Have a gorgeous day. Mwah!

-Shad

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[scarlettacklen1986]

You Built A Fort? •Kingsman Merlin•

Word count: 985

Type: Fluff

Warning: Non

Paring: Merlin × Oc (description is kept limited name can easily be changed when reading)

Summary: Kate is worried about leaving Merlin with her son for the first time but Merlin is sure he'll be fine

"You're sure about this?" Kate asked as she grabbed her coat going towards the bullet train.

"Yes my love," Merlin repeated.

"I mean I just, I know he likes you but he's always been around me when he's also around you and I don't want him to act up with you," she said.

"My dear, I will be okay," he laughed kissing her again. "I love you and he loves you, we can bond over that. . .And Hot wheels," he smiled when she laughed.

Kate hugged him and kissed his cheek before he got on the bullet train. "I'll message you when I get there!" He called as it closed she waved him off starting back to her office.

The entire time she was in the meeting with Harry she was tapping her pen. "Percival," he said getting her attention again "Are you okay?" He asked concerned, not annoyed like the last Arthur but real concern.

"Merlin is watching Billy alone for the first time, I'm just really, really worried about how Billy will react to it, he's only 7 and he likes Merlin sure but I know he hasn't been great since his dad and I'm scared he'll think I'm trying to replace his dad and I'm not but how does a kid react to this stuff." she rambled. ". . .I'm sorry, that was a lot and it was really personal and you are my boss and Jesus Christ I need to shut my mouth," she groaned.

"You and Merlin are my friends Kate, I know how hard it's been for you, I'm glad you and Merlin have adapted and are happy and I know that Billy loves you enough that if Merlin makes you happy, he'll be happy," Harry smiled holding onto her hand. "Something else is bothering you," he said.

"Beck, he. . .He was an agent too, Billy's already lost him and I just. . .If Merlin gets hurt. . .Or worse or god forbid I am the one in the medbay, what would happen to Billy then," she said.

"Merlin is the Quatermaster he won't be in the field and I can do something to make it so you aren't in the field," he suggested.

"Just. . .Make it so I'm in the field less please " she asked.

"Of course I can, now let's wrap this meeting up so you can get home to your boys hm?" Harry smiled and Kate nodded.

By the time the meeting wrapped up she was gone for 3 hours.

Kate was quick to bid Harry goodbye and get on the bullet train then to her car.

The drive was another 30 minutes

3 and half hours she had left Merlin with Billy and she was slightly worried.

Kate unlocked the door stepping inside she saw a pile of blankets and pillows in the living room.

She leaned against the door frame. "What on earth have you two done?" She asked.

Billy ran out from the fort hugging her. "Hi mum," he said as she hugged him.

"Hey buddy, Where's Hamish?" She asked.

Merlin's head popped out of the Fort, he slowly climbed out the Fort. "Hi Love " he smiled finally standing.

"Hi, what on earth happened here?" She asked.

"We cooked dinner together, watched a new superhero movie and then made a pillow Fort " Merlin told her.

"And had a sword fight!" Billy said happily.

"A sword fight?" She asked looking at Merlin.

"We have a pirate in the making," Merlin beamed clasping a hand on Billy's shoulder.

"The superhero had my name!" Billy cheered.

"But the villain looked like Hamish " he added.

"Hm, how odd," she laughed.

"Why don't you go get ready for bed huh? I'll come and read you a story " she said.

"Can Hamish read it tonight?" Billy asked.

Kate looked at Merlin who nodded. "Of course little guy," he said and Billy ran upstairs.

"So it went well?" Kate asked.

"Amazingly," He grinned. "Billy's a good kid," he told her pulling her into a hug.

"I've arranged to not be in the field as often, I don't want to risk Billy losing another parent," she said.

"That's a good idea,"

"Now help me clean up your mess," she told him

The two clean up the pillows and blankets, Merlin went upstairs as Kate made two cups of tea.

When Kate came upstairs she heard Merlin reading to Billy finishing the last part of the chapter they were reading.

"Alright, night buddy," he said gently,

"Night Hamish " Billy said sleepily and Merlin left and turned the light off before closing the door.

Kate handed him one of the cups. "You know, if he likes those books, I have most of them," he told her.

"Really?"

"Yeah, of course, I don't read 'em,"

"Thanks," she smiled

The next morning, Merlin left before Kate or Billy woke up to get to work, then it was Kate who woke and made breakfast. "Morning buddy," she said as he came downstairs.

"How do you always hear me!" Billy whined.

"I'm a superhero," she deadpanned pushing a plate towards him.

"I really like Hamish," Billy said. "He's nice and he makes you happy," He told her.

Kate smiled. "Thanks, buddy," she ruffled his hair. "Let's get you to school," she told him.

Kate got into work and went straight to Merlin's office sneaking in silently walking over wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Morning Handsome," she said.

"How do you stay so silent in those blasted things?" Merlin said motioning to her heels.

"I'm a spy darling," she chuckled. "You know, Billy really likes you," Kate told him, "He told me this morning,"

"That's great," he turned around in his chair to face her, her hands went to his shoulders, his her waist.

"I love you," she smiled cupping his face before kissing him.

"I love you," he mimicked

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Kintober day 4

Eggsy Unwin + size difference

I was imagining reader with a pyramid head height and build the entire time when writing this. Idk what the reader is in this, but he isn’t fully human.

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Eggsy cursed under his breath as he ducked around yet another corner, bullets flying past where he had just stood. He could hear Merlin in his ear as he watched through the glasses on Eggsys face, telling the younger man which way to go to get to safety.

The mission had been a bust. Eggsy had simply needed to break into a secret lab, collect some information, and get out. But to his luck, he had been caught. He had shoved the USB stick with the information into one of his inner pockets, leaving his hands free to use his gun as needed. Another bullet whizzed past, hitting the very edge of his glasses, and sending them careening off his face, smashing as they met the floor.

Eggsy cursed out loud this time as his one connection to Merlin was gone, and he was on his own. He turned down another hallway, this one seeming less cared for as it was made mainly of cement and metal doors with no windows. The kingsman sped down the hallway, his shoes tapping against the hard floor under him. When he heard the yells of the enemy getting closer, he looked around for an out but all he could see were the doors.

Biting his lip, he shoved one of the doors open and silently shut it after him, his ear pressed to the metal as he heard the sound of the soldiers running by. Eggsy kept still, giving it some time before he would make his way out, in the meantime he turned around, taking in the room he was in.

Right behind him stood the large form of a man, so tall Eggsy had to bend his neck enough to ache to see his face. The scars littering his body, and the medical gown told the spy that he most likely wasn’t here willingly. Eggsy had almost calmed down before the man came at him with a speed a normal human couldn’t reach, but instead of attacking he shoved the brit up against the cold metal of the door.

At any other time Eggsy would be reaching for whatever weapon he had on him and fight his way out, but he froze up at the heavy weight that was pressed against his stomach. He gulped, glancing up at the large man that had him pinned up against the door. His pupils were large, not just from arousal but from what Eggsy could only assume was drugs. Flicking his eyes downwards where they were pressed up against each other, he almost felt his jaw drop to the floor as he saw the size of the man through the flimsy robes.

His chin was lifted, with a care that didn’t seem to match the mans gnarled appearance. Eggsys eyes widened when their lips pressed together, the fingers holding his chin squeezing just enough at his jaw to make his mouth open. The other man’s tongue was cold as it rubbed against Eggsys own, a shiver running down the kingsmans spine like freezing water.

Eggsy fumbled with his hands, lost as where to place them, before he rose to the tips of his feet and wrapped them around the neck of the man. (Y/N) grunted softly as Eggsy tightened his grip, the larger man reaching a hand down and picking the kingsman up with ease. The spy moaned softly as he wrapped his legs around (Y/N)s hips, grinding his hips down to rub his own hardening length against (Y/N)s own.

After what felt like hours of their tongues rolling against one another, Eggsy found himself laid down on a metal table. (Y/N) grabbed onto his clothes and pulled, the well-placed stiches tearing under his strength like one would tear through a napkin. Eggsy whined softly as (Y/N) ripped off the paper gown, revealing the type of body Eggsy could only have ever dreamed off in the past.

The brit couldn’t help but gulp at the mere size of the man, subconsciously clenching his thighs together at the idea of that being inside of him. (Y/N) just huffed a noise that could be seen as laughter as he stepped closer, stepping over the piles of ripped fabric and paper that had once been their clothes. Eggsy gulped as (Y/N) grabbed his thighs, pressing them together instead of spreading them like the spy had assumed he would.

Eggsy grabbed onto the edges of the table as he felt (Y/N) press his cock between his thighs, moaning out loud as he saw and felt the length press against his own where it rested against his stomach. Eggsy cursed, clenching his thighs as arousal poured throughout him. The pants from (Y/N) made it obvious the other man was just as into it as Eggsy himself, the brit biting his lip as he wiggled his hips, jostling the position enough to make (Y/N) groan softly.

His mouth felt open as (Y/N) began to thrust his hips, slowly pulling back and pressing forwards again, rubbing their cocks together in a wet and sticky display. Eggsy couldn’t keep his noises quiet as he reached up, grabbing at (Y/N)s hands where they were still holding his thighs together, trying to force his hips backwards to make the large man move faster.

Seeming to understand what Eggsy was trying to do, (Y/N) tightened his grip and started moving faster, their lengths grinding harder up against one another as precum dribbled onto Eggsys stomach. The spy reached down to try and wrap his hand around both of their lengths, but he soon realized he needed to use both hands to get anywhere near wrapping his hands around both of them.

The kingsman moaned as he felt the building feeling inside him, his eyelids fluttering as it grew closer and closer. He started moving his hands quicker around the two of them, and grinned to himself as he felt (Y/N)s hips stutter in an obvious sign that he was growing closer.

(Y/N) was the first to cum, thick robes of white painting Eggsys torso, a splash even hitting his chin. Eggsy moaned as the white painted him, moving his hands quicker as he reached his completion, his own white joining what (Y/N) had shot all over him. When (Y/N) finally let go of his thighs, Eggsy wrapped his legs around the man’s waist and pulled him closer, reaching up to pull him down so he could press his lips against his again.

Eggsy knew that Merlin was most likely trying to find him, and that enemy were still outside and searching for him. But as he kissed the surprisingly gentle man, he threw those thoughts away for later. He would deal with Merlin and Harry scolding him when he was finished up here, and hopefully he could bring his new friend with him back to the Kingsmen.

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[renx01]

Playing Along - Part 1

Prompt: “Just play along, please” inspired this multiple part fic, in which agent Galahad and Kay are on a mission together in the French Alps. Here, they have to pretend to be a couple, despite the two of them being rivals and Kay always wanting to beat him at everything. Pairing: Harry Hart x Kingsman!Reader Fandom: Kingsman Tags/Warnings: fake dating, slowburn, rivals Word count: 2347

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Harry and you have been sent on a mission together. While most of it is supposed to be gathering intelligence, there is a high-risk of having to kill some criminals to make sure they can’t spread word of your existence any further. Tonight is the first evening at the ski resort. The trip in and of itself wasn’t too eventful, Merlin flew the two of you to the French Alps, where you were picked up by a car and brought to the chalet you’ll be staying in. It is quite cosy, but still comfortable. It has two small bedrooms with a queen sized bed, a nightstand and a closet. You would have to share the bathroom, but that was standard procedure when it came to these sorts of missions. While Harry takes the room on the right, you take the one on the left and start unpacking your luggage. 

From the kitchenette you hear Harry’s voice ‘Tea?’ ‘Yes please.’ You call back out to him. Quickly, you put the last of your clothes in the closet, while you put your other supplies under the bed in their metal briefcase. Before walking to where Harry is, you quickly go into the bathroom and put your bag of toiletries into the cupboard. 

‘Do sit down, Kay.’ Harry motions you to take a seat and pours some tea into your cup. ‘Thank you Galahad,’ you sip your tea, ‘it’s lovely.’ He also takes a drink. ‘I always find a black tea and citrus blend warms one up quite well, especially in this sort of weather.’ His eyes shift to the window, yours following. A lot of snow had fallen the past week or so. ‘The predictions say it’ll start snowing again in two days.’ A surprised sound escapes Harry’s throat. ‘I’d hoped for clear skies, suppose we can’t have everything.’ He says matter of factly. ‘You only go skiing with good weather? I thought a bit of snow wouldn’t stop you.’ The teasing comment earns you a glare. ‘I don’t, however I do prefer some blue skies rather than grey ones that have snow constantly falling out of them.’ The agent scoffs.

Before finishing your tea, the two of you decide to talk through some of the plans for that evening and the upcoming week. ‘So we’re a couple? Or should we go another route with the story?’ He’s quiet for a moment. ‘I think that pretending to be a couple may be the most believable;’ his eyes divert, ‘especially considering that we will probably need to get close to other couples anyway.’ You nod. It wasn’t too unusual for you to play a couple when it came to missions such as this one, though it never went any further than some kisses on the cheek, holding hands, or having an arm around each other. Harry and you got along well enough, but there was always this underlying tension. He has always been favoured by Arthur and Merlin, probably partially because he has been a part of the Kingsman for quite a bit longer than you. Because of this, you always want to beat him, in whichever way possible. It remains unspoken, but you suspect Galahad enjoys it quite a bit. ‘The usual rules?’ You nod again. ‘Kay, you know I need more confirmation than you just nodding.’ ‘Yes, Galahad, the same rules as usual. No kissing on the lips unless absolutely necessary for our cover and no intimacy under any circumstances. Physical contact is to be kept to a minimum, holding hands or putting an arm around the other’s shoulder is fine.’ It was almost robotic as it came out of your mouth. ‘Good.’ He smiles. ‘Now, I was thinking we take the gondola up the mountain tomorrow morning around 9?’ 

The following morning you sat at the kitchen table around 8, a bowl of yoghurt and a cup of tea in front of you. Harry sits on the other side of the table sipping his tea as he waits for his toast. The both of you sit in silence until the both of you finish your breakfast and put on your glasses. ‘Galahad. Kay. Good morning to the both of you.’ Merlin’s voice is quite clear. ‘Morning.’ You mutter before Harry starts talking through the mission. Being more of a night owl meant that the early mornings which came with the job from time to time really weren’t your favourite. Pictures of some people flash before your eyes. ‘These are the targets. You’ll be pretty likely to interact with them either in one of the many ski huts or when you’re eating out in the evening. Try to befriend them in order to gain their trust and information.’ Merlin pauses. ‘So I’d like the both of you to avoid bickering in public.’ Harry looks at you. ‘Yes Merlin, I’ll try my best to not annoy Galahad too much.’ He scoffs. ‘It’s not that you annoy me, it’s just that you can be so incredibly incompetent at times, Kay.’ ‘As if you aren’t Galahad. Remember last year’s Christmas party?’ You retort. 

‘This is exactly what I’m trying to avoid here.’ Merlin interrupts you before you’re able to say anything else. ‘Look, the two of you are meant to be a couple. Act like it.’ The more annoyed the bald man becomes, the thicker his Scottish accent. The instructions were quite clear so you look Galahad in the eye. ‘Time to go skiing?’ Your voice drips in honey.

On the mountain itself, you didn’t speak to Galahad much, only discussing what slopes to take next and what off-piste routes may be of use if necessary. While both of you are quite proficient when it comes to skiing, Harry’s more old school, focussing on making those perfect turns and going at a steady speed. You, on the other hand, tend to show off from time to time, doing jumps or little tricks whenever you pass him. Around noon, you decided to have lunch together at one of the huts. This one had quite the amazing view of the slopes and nature surrounding it.

‘Je prendrai le croque monsieur avec un verre de vin, s'il vous plaît.’ Of course his French was impeccable. ‘Je prendrais les crêpes et un verre de vin, le même que mon ami, s’il vous plaît.’ While you had studied the language for a while, much more than ordering food wasn’t in your cards at the moment. Unlike most members of the Kingsman, or its candidates for that matter, you have not had a private education, meaning that you didn’t get much of an opportunity to learn foreign languages on a higher level. ‘You speak French?’ Harry asks you. ‘Not much, just enough to get by in restaurants and shops. I’d like to study it again in order to improve at some point in the future.’ He smiles. ‘It sounded pretty good, if you want I can teach you a little bit when we get back to the cabin? Before we go out for dinner.’ ‘Sounds good, thanks.’ You smile back. ‘Would you want me to teach you a few tricks in turn?’ Reaching out, he takes hold of your right hand and leans forward. ‘I don’t think I’m the type to learn tricks.’ He pauses and whispers. ‘Now, that couple at 8 o’clock is one of our targets. Let’s keep an eye on them throughout our lunch.’ The food arrives as he says so. He releases your hand and sits up straight once again. ‘Merci.’

The food was pretty good, the wine complimenting it well enough. After finishing, both of you order a cup of tea and sit in silence, enjoying the sun which finally came out from behind the clouds. You lean back in your chair, stretching your legs and closing your eyes for a moment. The cold air feels wonderful against your skin. You hear the chair in front of you move for a moment. Opening only one eye, you see Harry has grabbed a pocket-sized novel from his jacket and has started reading. Quickly, you close your eye again. It was quite comfortable like this, a last moment of rest before you’d have to go socialise and get close to the given targets. The current plan is that before you head back to your cabin, you'll visit an apres ski bar, as it’s likely you’ll meet more of your targets there and may overhear what they’re planning for the upcoming few days. There’s one bar which is particularly popular amongst the targets, so you decided that that would be the place to go that afternoon. But for now, you decided you’d just enjoy the peace and quiet.  After a few minutes, Harry closes his book. ‘I’ll be right back dear.’ You open your eyes and look at him, smile, and nod. You follow his figure with your eyes. It becomes clear that he’s following one of the targets into the bathroom, pretending on having to go himself. As you wait, you slowly drink some more of your tea, silently observing the woman that was with the target just moments before. You take a picture of her with your glasses and send it to Merlin and whisper, ‘Any idea who this is?’ His response is swift. ‘That’s Guilia Fontana. Her father is a quite well known criminal in Italy, I think she tends to be less prominent within his organisation. What’s notable is that she’s recently been spotted multiple times with our target Angelo Bianco, it seems they’re on holiday together.’ Shortly after confirming the information and asking a few more questions, Harry arrives, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek before whispering, ‘Good news, I know where we’ll have dinner tonight.’ You look at him confused. ‘Got a particularly good address from our friend, who’ll be eating there tonight as well.’ He smirks when he pulls away and sits down next to you, his hand resting on your knee. Had he not been a colleague you desperately wanted to beat at everything, you might’ve found this moment of closeness attractive, but considering everything, you were more annoyed that you didn’t discover it before him. ‘And what sort of food do they serve, love?’ The last word came out almost strained.

You spent a couple of more hours on the slopes before heading to the apres ski bar. During that time, Merlin informed you that he’d managed to get the two of you a table at the aforementioned restaurant. It was quite fancy, according to him, and it served mostly french food. 

At the bar, you go get some drinks. While ordering, a man moves to stand next to you. It happens to be the target Galahad had followed earlier in the day, Angelo Bianco. You aren’t too interested in talking to him immediately, but he starts up a conversation with you as you both wait. ‘Good afternoon, I think I talked to your man earlier today. What’s your name?’ ‘I’m Cameron, but you may call me Cam. What’s your name?’ You hold out your hand for him to shake it. ‘Nice to meet you Cam, I’m Angelo.’ He says as he takes it to shake it. ‘Likewise,  Angelo.’ You smile at him. ‘So what’s brought you here to France? Having a nice holiday?’ ‘Ah yes, me and my fiance are here on holiday, some of her family will be coming to join us in a couple of days. What about you?’ This was quite useful information, you’d have to try and stretch this as much as possible. ‘That sounds lovely. Me and my partner are here on a holiday trip as well, though we have quite different skiing styles, so it can be a challenge from time to time.’ He laughs. ‘I know what that’s like, Guilia only wants to take blue and red slopes, rarely is she open to going off the black ones. Park is never really an option either.’ This is perfect. ‘Yeah, Harry isn’t a fan of the parks either. I think it’s a mental thing of not wanting to jump or something. I’d love to check them out though, I’ve heard they’re pretty amazing here.’ Angelo’s eyes light up, exactly what you’d hoped for. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Harry approach as you continue talking to Angelo. ‘Ah hello Harry, how’s it going?’ The bartender finally comes up with your drinks and you quietly pay as the two men talk. ‘Cam and I were just talking about the ski resort and everything it offers. Perhaps we can meet with the four of us at lunch tomorrow, check out the parks afterwards? I heard you guys were new here so we could show you around if you’d like?’ Harry seems to hesitate, so you slightly nudge him with your elbow and join the conversation once again. ‘That’d be lovely Angelo, thank you for the offer. We’d love to have you show us around, maybe Harry and Guilia can watch while we do a few park rounds after lunch? I’ve heard there’s a hut that has a great view of it.’ 

While you secured the supposed “double date”, Harry didn’t look too happy; at least to those who are able to see through his pleasant mannerisms. After excusing yourselves, having had a couple of drinks with Angelo and Guilia, the two of you go outside. Turning a corner, into a dimly lit area, Harry grabs your elbow and angrily whispers, ‘What do you think you’re doing? Inviting us on a double date with some of the most well-connected Italian criminals? This was not a part of the plan Cam.’ The way he pronounced the last sentence was almost venomous. ‘Harry, this is our opportunity to gain more information than expected.’ You whisper back angrily. ‘It’s dangerous.’ He retorts.

‘As if everything else we do isn’t, Galahad. Just play along, please.’ You almost spit out the words before pulling your arm free and walking to your skis. You still had a dinner to attend later that evening after all.

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DUTY AND DESIRE

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Author's Note: I've been wanting to write something about Harry's perspective. Thanks for the 30 followers!

Summary: In a world of espionage and intrigue, Harry Hart, codenamed Arthur, grapples with the intoxicating allure of his secret lover, Bedivere. As he leads the elite Kingsman organization, his thoughts are consumed by forbidden desires, blurring the lines between duty and passion.

Pairing: Harry Hart (Kingsman) × Fem!Reader

Warning: mentions of sex, but nothing too explicit.

In a world where secrets and danger intertwine, Harry Hart, codenamed Arthur, bore the weight of Kingsman's fate. In his opulent office at the Kingsman mansion, surrounded by mission reports and intelligence files, he struggled to maintain focus. While the room was quiet save for the hum of electronics, Harry's thoughts were far from the realm of espionage he oversaw.

His mind was consumed by you, codenamed Bedivere, a younger woman who held his heart in a vice grip. Their clandestine affair was a high-stakes dance, where duty clashed with desire. The memory of their morning encounter lingered, their passion etched deeply into his mind.

Lounging in his leather chair, Harry's fingers tapped absentmindedly on the desk's wooden surface. Thoughts of Bedivere's moans and the sensation of their bodies intertwined consumed him. His imagination ran wild, envisioning her lips on his skin, her touch kindling a fire that blazed within him.

A heavy sigh escaped him as he surrendered to his desires. His eyes closed briefly as he conjured an enticing image of Bedivere, her captivating allure overwhelming him. The boundaries of reality blurred as his thoughts painted vivid scenes fueled by his longing.

His sigh carried both satisfaction and frustration, his thoughts dominated by Bedivere's presence and the intoxicating sensations she stirred within him. His gaze shifted to his office table, becoming the backdrop for his fevered fantasies.

In a whispered voice, he gave voice to his yearning, his tone low and commanding, "I want you, Bedivere. I want to make you mine in every way."

In his mind's eye, the table became a canvas for their shared desires. He saw himself bending her over its surface, the polished wood cool against her heated skin. His fingers traced her spine, his breath hitching with the imagined sensation of her grip around him.

He imagined the anticipation building, a tension filling the air as he prepared to thrust deep inside her. His fantasy unfolded like an erotic dance, his mind captivated by the allure of their connection.

As Harry's thoughts spiraled further, a knock on his door jolted him from his reverie. He straightened in his chair, the interruption unwelcome as he called out, "Enter."

Merlin, his trusted colleague, walked in with papers in hand. "Arthur, I've brought the latest mission updates from Cairo," Merlin announced in his usual professional tone.

Harry nodded, his gaze returning to the mission reports. His mind remained a battleground, part engaged in the conversation while the other wrestled with his insatiable desire for Bedivere. The tension between his role as Arthur and his fervent longings pulsed beneath the surface.

As Merlin continued discussing the mission details, Harry's focus faltered. Bedivere's sultry moans seemed to echo amidst the room's businesslike atmosphere. The tug-of-war between his roles as a leader and a lover intensified, drawing him further into a realm where their connection was paramount.

With a determined sigh, Harry refocused on the conversation, pushing aside the forbidden desires that threatened to consume him. The responsibilities he bore as Arthur clashed with the overwhelming pull he felt toward Bedivere. The weight of leadership paled before the intensity of his affection and craving for her.

Amidst the world of secrecy and danger, Harry Hart—Arthur—navigated the labyrinth of his emotions. His thoughts straddled the fine line between duty and desire, a balance growing ever more precarious. The realm of Kingsman was fraught with peril, and his connection with Bedivere introduced an unpredictable layer to his already complex role.

As the meeting concluded, Harry's thoughts remained entangled in his reveries. The allure of Bedivere flowed as a constant current beneath the surface, a secret that fueled his passion. The dynamic of his position as a leader clashed with the vulnerability he experienced as a man consumed by longing for the woman who held his heart.

Ultimately, Harry Hart walked the tightrope of his emotions, traversing the delicate terrain of love and espionage. His heart remained divided between his responsibilities and his yearning—a testament to the intricate dance of his dual existence.

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