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renx01 · 1 month

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You called

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Merlin, where is Galahad?’

You don’t get a response.

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

‘Fuck.’

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

‘Galahad.’

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

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

‘You came.’

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

‘You called.’

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

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muiitoloko · 2 months

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Your Protector

Summary: He would burn the whole world down for you.

Pairing: Harry Hart (Kingsman) × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Dark Harry, Obsession, Protectiveness, Distrust, Possessiveness.

Author's Notes: Thank you very much for the 100 followers 🥳🥰 This fanfic was lost in my drafts and I decided to post it.

You enter the dimly lit room with a mixture of apprehension and hope swirling in your chest. Merlin's words echo in your mind, the revelation that Harry is alive hitting you like a tidal wave after a year of mourning his supposed death. But the knowledge that he doesn't remember you, that he's been locked up at Kingsman, struggling with aggression and suspicion, casts a shadow over your heart.

As you step further into the room, your eyes fall on the figure sitting in the corner, his posture rigid and his gaze cold and distant. Harry Hart, your husband, alive and well but wearing an eye patch, his once warm and loving eyes now masked by a veil of confusion and distrust.

Your heart aches at the sight of him, so close yet so far away, a stranger in the body of the man you once knew. You approach him cautiously, your footsteps echoing in the silence of the room, your hands trembling with emotion as you clutch the photos in your grasp.

"Harry," you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper as you come to stand before him. "It's me, your wife. I know this must be confusing for you, but please, look at these photos. They'll help you remember."

But Harry's reaction is not what you hoped for. Instead of recognition or warmth, his eyes narrow with suspicion, his lips curling into a sneer as he regards you with thinly veiled hostility. "Who sent you?" he demands, his voice laced with accusation. "What do you want from me?"

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize the depth of his confusion and mistrust. He doesn't remember you, doesn't trust you, sees you as nothing more than a stranger in his fractured reality. And yet, despite the pain and rejection, you refuse to give up on him.

With trembling hands, you offer him the photos, each one a snapshot of your life together, moments of happiness and love frozen in time. "Please, Harry," you plead, your voice cracking with emotion. "Just look at them. Remember who we are, who you are."

For a moment, there's a flicker of something in Harry's eyes, a glimmer of recognition buried beneath the layers of confusion and fear. But it's fleeting, gone as quickly as it came, replaced once more by the cold mask of indifference.

"I don't know you," he says, his voice hollow and distant. "I don't know any of this. Leave me alone."

Your heart shatters into a million pieces at his words, the weight of his rejection crushing you like a vice. You nod silently, understanding his need for space and his mistrust of those around him. With a heavy heart, you turn to leave, but not before placing the stack of wedding photos gently in his hand.

"I'll leave you in peace, Harry," you say softly, your voice trembling with emotion. "But please, take these. They're important."

As you start to walk away, a sudden grip on your hand stops you in your tracks. You turn back to see Harry, his gaze fixed on the engagement ring adorning your finger. It was his mother's ring, a cherished heirloom that held a special place in both of your hearts.

For a fleeting moment, there's a spark of recognition in Harry's eyes, a flicker of memory stirring within him. And then, as if a veil has been lifted, his features soften, and he looks at you with a sense of familiarity that fills you with hope.

"You," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I remember... [your name]."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, tears welling up in your eyes as you realize that he's starting to remember. Maybe not everything, but enough to know that you were someone important to him, someone he cared about deeply.

"Yes, Harry," you reply, your voice choked with emotion. "It's me. I'm here."

And in that moment, as Harry looks at you with newfound recognition, the weight of his suspicion and aggression begins to lift, replaced by a sense of connection and warmth. You know that it's just the beginning, that there's still a long road ahead filled with challenges and obstacles. But for now, in this moment, all that matters is that Harry is starting to remember, starting to come back to you. And with that glimmer of hope lighting the way, you know that together, you'll find a way to overcome whatever darkness lies ahead.

As you watched Harry's tentative recognition flicker and then ignite into a spark of remembrance, your heart soared with hope. Finally, it seemed like you were breaking through the barriers that had separated you for so long. But that hope was short-lived as Merlin entered the room, his presence casting a shadow over the fragile moment you had shared with Harry.

Merlin's expression was a mix of concern and anticipation as he approached, his eyes locked on Harry's guarded stance. But as he drew nearer, Harry's demeanor shifted, his suspicion rising like a dark cloud as he tensed, his hand tightening around yours in a protective grip.

You tried to reassure Harry that Merlin was a friend, that he was someone they could trust, but Harry's distrust ran deep. He regarded Merlin with narrowed eyes, his lip curling into a snarl of aggression as he pulled you closer, as if shielding you from a perceived threat.

Merlin's heart sank at the sight of Harry's hostility, his hopes of Harry regaining his memories fading with each passing moment. He had watched the entire interaction through the hidden camera in the room, praying for a breakthrough, but now it seemed that Harry's mistrust extended to everyone, even his closest allies.

"Harry, it's me, Merlin," he said softly, his voice filled with sadness. "I'm here to help you, to guide you through this. Please, you have to trust me."

But Harry's response was a growl of defiance, his distrust of Merlin palpable in the air as he refused to let his guard down. He saw Merlin as a threat, an intruder in his fractured reality, and he would do whatever it took to protect what was his.

In the days that followed, Harry's suspicion only deepened, his aggression simmering just beneath the surface as he clung to you like a lifeline. He didn't remember Kingsman, didn't remember his years as a spy, didn't even remember his own name. All he knew was that you were someone important to him, someone he had to protect at all costs.

You tried to reassure Harry, to help him piece together his fractured memories, but it was like trying to hold onto water slipping through your fingers. He didn't remember who he was, didn't remember the man he used to be, and it broke your heart to see him slipping further and further away from you with each passing day.

As Harry descended into darkness, consumed by suspicion and aggression, you found yourself caught in the crossfire of his turmoil. He was fiercely protective of you, distrustful of everyone else, and it was starting to take its toll on both of you.

You longed for the man you had once known, the kind and gentle soul who had stolen your heart and filled your life with love and laughter. But now, he was a stranger in the body of the man you loved, lost in a maze of confusion and fear.

And as you watched him spiral deeper into darkness, you couldn't help but wonder if there was any hope left for him, for the two of you. But deep down, you refused to give up, clinging to the sliver of hope that someday, somehow, you would find your way back to each other, no matter the cost.

As Eggsy entered the dimly lit room, his gaze filled with determination and hope, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety knotting in your stomach. You knew how much Eggsy longed for Harry's recognition, for the bond they once shared as mentor and protege to be restored.

But as Eggsy approached Harry, his enthusiasm palpable in the air, Harry's reaction was not what either of you had hoped for. Instead of warmth or recognition, Harry's cold gaze remained fixed on the photo album in your hands, his expression unreadable as he deliberately ignored Eggsy's presence.

"Eggsy maybe you should give him some space," you murmured softly, offering him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, he's just... not himself."

Eggsy sighed in disappointment, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he realized that Harry was still lost in the fog of his confusion and suspicion. "Yeah, I get it," he replied, his voice tinged with sadness. "I just... I miss him, you know? Miss the old Harry."

You nodded in understanding, feeling a pang of sympathy for Eggsy as he struggled to come to terms with the reality of Harry's condition. But despite the disappointment, he remained optimistic, his determination unwavering as he clung to the hope that someday, somehow, Harry would come back to them.

"I know, Eggsy," you replied softly. "But we'll get through this together, I promise."

As Eggsy tried to engage Harry in conversation, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity, Harry remained stoic and unresponsive, his attention focused solely on the photos in your hands. It was as if he had built a wall around himself, shutting out the world and retreating into the safety of his fractured memories.

As you sighed at your husband's indifference, sadness washed over you like a heavy wave crashing against the shore. The distance between you felt insurmountable, a vast chasm separating the man you loved from the reality of his fractured mind. But before your despair could consume you completely, Eggsy reached out to shake your hand in an encouraging and comforting grip, his presence offering a glimmer of solace in the darkness.

But Harry's reaction was swift and brutal, his hiss of warning slicing through the air like a knife as he grabbed Eggsy's hand and threw it away from you. The look of shock and fear on Eggsy's face mirrored your own horror as Harry's aggression escalated, his words dripping with possessiveness and jealousy.

"If you touch her again, I'll break your hand," Harry growled, his voice low and menacing as he fixed Eggsy with a steely gaze. "She's mine, understand? Mine."

You screamed in horror at Harry's outburst, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate attempt to reason with him. "Harry, stop! He's just trying to help," you pleaded, your voice trembling with fear and frustration. "You can't just—"

But Harry's grip on reality was slipping further with each passing moment, his possessiveness bordering on obsession as he sent Eggsy away with a warning to stay away from "his fucking wife." Eggsy, visibly shaken by the encounter, hurriedly left the room, casting worried glances over his shoulder as he disappeared from view.

Alone with Harry, you felt a mixture of confusion and apprehension swirling in your chest as you confronted the dark and unfamiliar side of the man you loved. "Harry, what was that?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to make sense of his sudden aggression. "You've never been like this before."

But Harry's response was unwavering, his gaze intense as he held you captive with his piercing stare. "I have to protect you," he said, his voice tinged with desperation. "No one else can touch you, only me. Do you understand?"

You were taken aback by Harry's possessiveness, his words sending a chill down your spine as you realized the depth of his paranoia and distrust. "Harry, this isn't like you," you protested, your voice tinged with concern. "You can't just—"

But Harry cut you off with a gentle yet firm touch, his hand coming to rest on your cheek as he silenced your protests with a tender kiss. "Trust me, darling," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing against your lips. "I'll keep you safe, no matter what it takes."

Reluctantly, you nodded, unable to deny the fierce determination in Harry's eyes. You knew that trying to reason with him in his current state would be futile, that the only way to calm his fears was to play along with his delusions, at least for now.

And as Harry smiled, his touch gentle and reassuring, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease gnawing at the edges of your mind. Harry may never hurt you intentionally, but his descent into darkness was a reminder that the man you loved was slipping further and further away from you with each passing day.

But for now, you pushed aside your doubts and fears, focusing instead on the fragile connection you still shared with Harry, praying that someday, somehow, you would find your way back to each other, no matter the cost.

As you reluctantly walked away from Harry, your heart heavy with the weight of his words and actions, you made a move to retrieve the wedding album from his grasp. The photos held precious memories, fragments of a life you both shared, and you couldn't bear to leave them behind, especially not in Harry's current state of confusion and suspicion.

"Harry," you began softly, your voice trembling with emotion as you reached out for the album. "I need to take these with me. We'll come back, I promise, but for now, I need to go home."

But to your surprise, Harry's reaction was not what you expected. Instead of acquiescing to your request, he tightened his grip on the album, his eyes flashing with determination as he declared, "No, I'm going with you."

You froze, taken aback by Harry's sudden insistence. "Harry, you can't," you protested gently, trying to reason with him. "You need to stay here until you've recovered your memories. It's not safe for you to leave."

But Harry's response was resolute, his gaze unwavering as he held you captive with his intense stare. "I don't need those useless memories," he insisted, his voice tinged with frustration. "I have you, and I have to protect you. That's all that matters."

You sighed in frustration, knowing that convincing Harry to stay would be an uphill battle. He was stubborn and fiercely protective, and you knew that trying to reason with him would only lead to further conflict. But you couldn't let him leave Kingsman without his memories, not when it could put him in even more danger.

"Harry, please," you pleaded, reaching for the album once more. "You can't go with me. It's not safe, not until you remember who you are."

But Harry's determination only seemed to grow stronger, his grip on the album tightening as he pulled you closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper. "I want to go home," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to feel your heat, taste your essence. I want to fuck you like I used to, lost in ecstasy."

You blushed deeply at his explicit words, taken aback by the raw intensity of his desire. Harry had never been so forward before, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. But you knew that indulging in his fantasies wasn't an option, not when his safety was at stake.

"Harry, we can't," you protested weakly, trying to push away the flood of desire his words had ignited. "Not here, not now."

But Harry was relentless, his gaze dark and hungry as he looked around the room, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. "This place isn't safe," he growled, his fingers trailing down your arm possessively. "But home... home is where we can be together, where we can finally make love without fear."

You swallowed hard, the gravity of the situation sinking in as you realized just how far Harry had descended into darkness. But despite the danger and uncertainty, a part of you couldn't help but be drawn to his passion and intensity, to the promise of intimacy and connection that lay just beyond your reach.

"Harry, please," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion as you tried to reason with him one last time. "Stay here. You'll be safe, I promise."

For a moment, Harry's resolve wavered, his grip on you loosening slightly as he searched your eyes for reassurance. And then, as if coming to a decision, he reluctantly released the album, his gaze softening with resignation.

"Okay," he conceded, his voice barely above a whisper. "But promise me... promise me you'll come back soon. I can't bear to be without you any longer."

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. "I promise, Harry," you murmured, holding him close. "I'll come back for you, I swear."

And as you pulled away, a bittersweet smile gracing your lips, Harry's gaze lingered on you with a mixture of longing and desire. "Until then," he whispered, his voice filled with yearning. "Just know that you disturb my dreams, darling. I want you so much."

You blushed deeply at his words, a mix of embarrassment and affection flooding your heart as you watched him reluctantly release you. "I'll... I'll remember that," you stammered, trying to compose yourself as Harry chuckled softly, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Good," he replied, his smile filled with genuine warmth. "Because I'll be waiting for you, ready to make all your fantasies come true."

With one final glance back at Harry, his form silhouetted against the dim light of the room, you turned and walked away, your heart heavy with the weight of his words and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

As you crossed the threshold of Harry's suite the next morning, you were met with a sight that both warmed your heart and filled you with apprehension. Harry, with his rugged appearance and intense gaze, rushed towards you with a sense of urgency, sweeping you up into his arms in a gesture that felt both familiar and comforting.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he began to inspect you for any signs of injury, just like he always did whenever you returned to him.

You couldn't help but smile at his familiar routine, the way he checked you over with such meticulous care, as if he couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to you. "I'm fine, Harry," you reassured him softly, running a hand through his unruly hair as he continued his inspection.

But Harry's worry didn't seem to diminish, his touch lingering on your skin as he searched for any hidden wounds or bruises. "I missed you," he confessed, his voice tinged with sadness as he finally let you go, his arms still wrapped around you in a tight embrace.

You tried to downplay the situation, reminding him that you had only been gone for a few hours, but Harry's grip only tightened as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"I know," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "But it felt like an eternity without you."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at his words, knowing that Harry's confusion and paranoia only seemed to worsen with each passing day. But despite the darkness that threatened to consume him, his love for you remained steadfast and unwavering.

As you gently stroked his cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath your fingertips, Harry's gaze softened with affection. "I'm going to shave today," he declared suddenly, a hint of determination in his voice. "Merlin said they'll bring me a razor blade. I want to look presentable for you."

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension at the thought of Harry wielding a razor blade in his current state of mind, but you nodded nonetheless, not wanting to dampen his spirits. "That sounds like a good idea, Harry," you replied, offering him a reassuring smile.

As you stood in Harry's suite, enveloped in his protective embrace, the sudden sound of the door opening behind you shattered the moment of peace. Harry's reaction was immediate, his grip tightening around you as he tensed, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger.

But to of your relief, it was only Merlin who entered the room, his expression a mix of concern and apprehension as he took in the scene before him. However, Harry's guard remained firmly in place, his suspicion evident as he held you back, his gaze fixed on Merlin with a steely intensity.

Merlin approached cautiously, his hands held up in a gesture of peace as he tried to defuse the tension in the air. "Harry, it's just me," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I brought something for you."

But Harry remained on high alert, his distrust of Merlin apparent as he watched him closely, his body coiled like a spring ready to pounce. It was clear that Merlin's presence only served to heighten Harry's paranoia, his suspicion of everyone around him growing more intense by the day.

Merlin seemed to have anticipated Harry's reaction, as he approached the table and placed an electric razor on the surface before retreating, his movements slow and deliberate so as not to provoke Harry further. But even this small gesture failed to put Harry at ease, his defensive stance unwavering as he continued to regard Merlin with a mixture of caution and hostility.

You sighed in frustration at Harry's refusal to trust Merlin, knowing that his paranoia was only exacerbating the situation. "Harry, Merlin is our friend," you reminded him gently, reaching out to touch his arm in an attempt to calm his nerves. "He's just trying to help."

But Harry shook his head stubbornly, his distrust of Merlin deeply ingrained as he refused to let his guard down. "I don't trust him," he muttered darkly, his gaze never leaving Merlin's retreating figure. "I don't trust anyone."

You sighed again, feeling a pang of sadness at Harry's growing isolation. It pained you to see him so lost and alone, his mind consumed by suspicion and fear. But you knew that pushing him to trust Merlin would only push him further away, so you remained silent, allowing Harry to come to his own conclusions in his own time.

As Harry cautiously approached the electric shaver on the table, his movements deliberate and cautious, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this small act of defiance against his paranoia was a sign that Harry was starting to come back to himself, that the man you loved was still buried somewhere deep inside.

With a sense of cautious optimism, you watched as Harry examined the electric razor, his expression shifting from suspicion to curiosity as he inspected it for any signs of danger. And when he found nothing amiss, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a hint of his old self shining through the darkness.

"I'm going to shave," he announced suddenly, his voice filled with determination as he picked up the electric razor, his gaze meeting yours with a sense of pride. "Just like the old days."

You returned his smile, feeling a surge of warmth in your heart at the familiar routine. Despite everything that had happened, Harry still had moments of clarity and connection, moments where the man you loved shone through the darkness of his confusion.

As Harry set to work shaving, his movements careful and precise, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within you. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to bring Harry back from the brink, to help him reclaim the memories and the identity that had been stolen from him.

As Harry called you into the bathroom to help him, you hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect. But seeing the determination in his eyes, you pushed aside your doubts and entered the room, closing the door behind you.

Harry handed you the electric shaver, his expression serious yet strangely vulnerable as he took a seat on the toilet lid, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of apprehension and trust. You couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the sight of him, once a confident and capable spy, now reduced to a shadow of his former self.

Gently, you began to shave Harry's stubble, your movements slow and careful as you navigated around the scar tissue on his face. It was a task you had performed countless times before, a simple act of intimacy and trust that had once brought you both so much joy.

As you worked, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you, memories of happier times flooding your mind as you recalled the countless moments you had shared with Harry before his memory loss. But those memories felt like a distant dream now, a bittersweet reminder of the life you had lost.

Suddenly, Harry spoke, his voice breaking the silence of the room as he confessed, "I remembered something today."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, excitement bubbling up inside you at the prospect of Harry regaining a piece of his lost identity. "What was it?" you asked eagerly, hope shining in your eyes as you waited for his response.

But Harry's answer caught you off guard, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he replied, "I remembered fucking you in a car."

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment at his blunt admission, the memory of those passionate encounters flooding back with startling clarity. It was true - you and Harry had shared many intimate moments in the backseat of his car, stolen kisses and whispered promises exchanged under the cover of darkness.

Harry watched your reaction with satisfaction, a playful smirk gracing his lips as he reveled in your embarrassment. He took the electric razor from you and set it aside on the sink.

"Harry, we can't—" you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to find the words to convey your discomfort. But Harry cut you off with a wicked grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"Why not?" he whispered huskily, his tone laced with desire. "We're alone, aren't we? No one will know."

You blushed even deeper at his suggestive tone, the heat rising in your cheeks as you pushed him away gently, your heart pounding with a mixture of desire and apprehension. "Harry, we can't do that here," you protested weakly, your voice tinged with embarrassment. "It's not appropriate."

But Harry seemed undeterred by your protests, his gaze lingering on you with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine. "I know," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "That's why I want to go home."

You shook your head adamantly, knowing that allowing Harry to leave Kingsman before he had fully regained his memories would be dangerous. "Harry, you can't," you insisted, your voice tinged with frustration. "It's not safe for you to go back until you remember who you are."

Harry's expression darkened at your refusal, his frustration bubbling to the surface as he struggled to contain his anger. "Why won't you let me go?" he demanded, his voice laced with frustration. "I need to be with you, to protect you. Don't you understand?"

You sighed heavily, knowing that Harry's insistence was driven by his fierce protectiveness and his desire to keep you safe. But you also knew that allowing him to leave Kingsman prematurely could put both of you in danger.

"Harry, I know you want to protect me," you began gently, reaching out to touch his arm in a gesture of reassurance. "But we have to wait until you've regained your memories. It's for your own safety."

Harry's grip tightened on your arm, his frustration boiling over as he struggled to control his emotions. "I don't need to remember anything to know that I love you," he growled, his eyes flashing with intensity. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means defying orders."

You recoiled slightly at his sudden aggression, surprised by the depth of his conviction. But you knew that allowing Harry to leave Kingsman against medical advice would only put both of you in danger, no matter how much he insisted otherwise.

"Harry, please," you pleaded, your voice trembling with emotion. "We can't risk it. Not until you're ready."

For a moment, Harry seemed to waver, his anger dissipating as he searched your eyes for reassurance. And then, as if coming to a decision, he reluctantly released his grip on your arm, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Fine," he muttered, his voice tinged with resignation. "But don't think I'll forget this."

You nodded, knowing that Harry's frustration was born out of his fierce protectiveness and his desire to keep you safe. But as you watched him turn away, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of your mind, a silent reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume him.

As you tried to compose yourself, Harry's voice suddenly broke the tense silence once again with an unexpected question, his tone soft yet tinged with curiosity. "Did you... touch yourself last night?" he asked quietly, his gaze searching yours for any signs of hesitation.

You blushed furiously at his blunt question, feeling a surge of embarrassment wash over you at the intimate inquiry. "Harry, that's none of your business," you scolded gently, trying to deflect his attention away from the uncomfortable topic.

But Harry seemed undeterred by your deflection, his gaze intense as he pressed you for an answer. "Did you think about me?" he persisted, his voice low and husky with desire. "Imagined it was me?"

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal at Harry's brazenness. Despite your attempts to maintain composure, his proximity and his suggestive questions left you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"I... that's not important right now," you stammered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you tried to change the subject. But Harry wasn't ready to let it go, his gaze unwavering as he continued to search your face for a response.

"Why not?" he countered, his voice tinged with frustration. "We could... we could make love here, in this bathroom. There are no cameras here, I checked."

You looked at him in surprise, taken aback by his sudden revelation. Was Harry aware of the surveillance cameras in Kingsman? It was a detail you hadn't considered before, but now that he mentioned it, it made sense.

"Harry, how do you know about the cameras?" you asked, your voice tinged with curiosity. "Did Merlin tell you?"

But Harry shook his head, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "No," he replied cryptically. "I figured it out on my own. Did a little test."

You frowned in confusion, unsure of what he meant by "test." But before you could press him for more information, Harry continued, his tone serious yet tinged with mischief.

"I pretended I was going to kill myself here in this bathroom," he explained calmly, his eyes locking with yours in a silent challenge. "But no one came to stop me. Unlike the other times I did this in the bedroom."

You gasped in shock at his revelation, horrified by the thought of Harry putting himself in danger just to test the surveillance system. "Harry, that's reckless," you scolded, your voice tinged with concern. "You could have seriously hurt yourself."

But Harry brushed off your concern with a wave of his hand, his gaze unwavering as he pressed you for an answer to his earlier question. "Did you think about me?" he repeated softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a surge of arousal at the intensity of Harry's gaze. Despite your reservations, a part of you couldn't deny the allure of his suggestion, the promise of intimacy and connection in the midst of uncertainty and fear.

"I... yes," you admitted quietly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you met Harry's gaze head-on. "I thought about you."

Harry's eyes lit up with satisfaction at your confession, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Good," he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "Because I've been thinking about you too."

And as Harry pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing down on yours in a passionate kiss, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the heat of the moment, the promise of intimacy and connection overshadowing the darkness that threatened to consume you both.

As Harry's lips trailed down your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, you tried to protest weakly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Harry, we shouldn't..."

But Harry silenced you with a hungry kiss, his hands roaming over your skin with possessive urgency. "Shh, love," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire. "Trust me, it'll be quick."

You couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle at his promise, the tension between you palpable in the air. "God, I hope not too quick," you joked, trying to lighten the mood despite the apprehension coiling in your stomach.

Harry chuckled softly in response, his eyes dark with desire as he unraveled his sweatpants and took them off along with his underwear, his erection already straining against the fabric. "Don't worry, darling," he whispered, his voice husky with need. "I'll make it good for you."

Your heart pounded in your chest as Harry helped you take off your jeans and panties, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he caressed your skin with gentle reverence. But just when you thought he would take you, he surprised you by kneeling down in front of you, pulling one of your legs to rest on his shoulder.

With a sense of anticipation building inside you, you watched as Harry leaned in, his lips trailing kisses along your inner thighs, teasingly close but never quite reaching where you wanted him most. It was as if he wanted to savor every moment, to draw out the pleasure until you were begging for release.

You fought to stay silent, biting back a moan as Harry's warm breath ghosted over your most intimate parts, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Despite the urgency of your desire, you knew that making a sound could alert someone to your activities, and the last thing you wanted was to be interrupted.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, you reached out to tangle your fingers in Harry's hair, urging him closer with a desperate plea. "Harry, please," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I need you."

Harry's response was immediate, his lips closing around your throbbing clit as he began to suck and lick with fervent intensity. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure washing over you in waves as Harry expertly teased and tantalized you, his fingers slipping inside you to stroke your most sensitive spots.

You couldn't hold back anymore, a moan escaping your lips as Harry's ministrations pushed you closer and closer to the edge. "Harry," you gasped, your body trembling with anticipation. "I'm so close."

But Harry didn't stop, his pace relentless as he drove you towards the brink of ecstasy. And just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he plunged his fingers deeper inside you, his tongue flicking over your clit with a skill that left you breathless.

With a cry of release, you came undone, pleasure crashing over you in a tidal wave of sensation. Harry didn't let up, his touch unrelenting as he milked every last drop of pleasure from your trembling body, his own desire evident in the way he worshipped you with his mouth and hands.

As you lay there, panting and spent, Harry rose to his feet with a satisfied smirk, his eyes burning with hunger as he gazed down at you. "You taste even sweeter than I remembered," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.

You couldn't help but blush at his bold compliment, feeling a surge of arousal at the raw intensity of his desire. Despite the darkness that threatened to consume him, there was no denying the passion and connection that still burned between you, a flame that refused to be extinguished.

With a wicked grin, Harry pulled you into his arms, pressing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss that left you breathless. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered against your skin, his voice filled with promise. "There's so much more I want to show you."

As Harry turned and bent you over the sink, you spread your legs even wider, eager to receive him. Your heart raced with anticipation as Harry grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks, his touch possessive and commanding.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and menacing as he gazed at you with intense desire. "All mine."

You whimpered in response, unable to suppress the surge of arousal that flooded your senses. "Please, Harry," you begged, your voice trembling with need. "Fill me up."

Harry didn't hesitate to obey, his one eye fixated on your expression in the mirror as he thrust into you with primal urgency. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your senses overwhelmed by the raw intensity of the moment.

As Harry rocked against you, his balls hitting your clit with each powerful thrust, you couldn't help but moan in ecstasy. The sensation of him filling you completely, his body pressing against yours with unbridled passion, left you breathless and wanting more.

"Open your eyes," Harry commanded suddenly, his voice firm yet filled with longing. "Keep them on the mirror."

You obeyed without hesitation, locking eyes with your reflection as Harry continued to drive into you with relentless determination. The sight of your bodies moving together in perfect harmony, the raw desire and need reflected in both your gazes, only fueled the fire burning between you.

With each thrust, Harry's grip on your hips tightened, his control unwavering as he claimed you as his own. You surrendered completely to the pleasure, lost in the sensation of being filled and owned by the man you loved.

Harry grunted with each thrust, his voice breaking through the haze of pleasure, you felt a surge of heat flood your cheeks as he tightened his grip on your hips. His intense gaze bore into yours through the mirror, his one eye filled with primal desire as he questioned you with a husky tone.

"Have I ever taken your ass?" he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and hunger.

You blushed even deeper at his blunt question, shaking your head slightly as you denied his assumption. "No, Harry," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "We've never tried that."

But Harry wasn't satisfied with your answer, his movements never faltering as he continued to drive into you with relentless determination. "Why not?" he demanded, his voice tinged with frustration. "I must have been pathetic back then if I didn't."

You tried to protest weakly, knowing that Harry's perception of his past self was skewed by his current state of confusion and paranoia. "Harry, you weren't pathetic," you insisted gently, your eyes meeting his through the reflection. "You just... you thought it was messy."

But Harry wouldn't accept your explanation, his grip on your hips tightening even further as he pressed you against him with possessive urgency. "I don't care about that anymore," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I'll take your ass one day, I promise."

You groaned at the idea, your mind swirling with conflicting emotions as Harry's relentless thrusts drove you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Part of you wanted to protest, to tell him that he didn't need to prove anything to you, that his past self wasn't pathetic and that you loved him just the way he was.

But all coherent thought fled from your mind as Harry reached out to squeeze your breasts through your blouse and bra, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Despite your reservations, you couldn't deny the overwhelming arousal that pulsed through your veins, drowning out any semblance of reason.

"Harry," you gasped, your voice filled with need as you clung to him desperately, your body arching against his with unrestrained desire. "Please, don't stop."

Harry's movements only grew more urgent in response, his grip on you tightening as he plunged deeper and deeper into your welcoming heat. His one eye bore into yours with a mixture of intensity and possessiveness, his primal desire evident in every powerful thrust.

Meanwhile, Harry's thoughts raced with a newfound sense of clarity, his perception of his past self tainted by his current state of paranoia and suspicion. He was convinced that the old version of himself was pathetic, weak, and unworthy of your love. But now, now he was different - stronger, fiercer, and more determined than ever to protect you at all costs.

As he lost himself in the pleasure of being inside you, Harry's mind became consumed by a single thought - he didn't need to recover his memories to be the man you needed him to be. He already had everything he needed right here, right now, with you in his arms.

"You feel so good," Harry murmured, his voice thick with desire as he buried himself deeper inside you, relishing in the sensation of your tight, wet heat surrounding him. "You're mine, [Your Name]. All mine."

You moaned in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure coursed through your veins, leaving you breathless and wanting more. With each powerful thrust, Harry claimed you as his own, his grip on your hips possessive and unyielding.

And as you surrendered completely to the pleasure, lost in the intensity of the moment, Harry's resolve only grew stronger. He would keep you safe, no matter the cost. Even if it meant tearing down everything and everyone that stood in his way.

"You're mine," Harry growled, his voice low and menacing as he pressed you against him with unbridled passion. "And I'll do whatever it takes to protect you. Even if the world has to burn for it."

You whimpered in response, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of his desire and the fierce protectiveness that burned within him. Despite the darkness that threatened to consume him, there was no denying the depth of his love and devotion, a flame that refused to be extinguished.

As Harry continued to move inside you with primal urgency, you clung to him desperately, knowing that he was yours and you were his. And as you both reached the peak of ecstasy together, a sense of belonging washed over you, binding you to him in a way that transcended time and space.

"You're mine," Harry whispered against your skin, his voice filled with reverence and awe. "And I'll never let anything or anyone take you away from me."

And as you melted into his embrace, surrounded by the heat and passion of his love, you knew deep in your heart that you were safe, cherished, and fiercely loved by the man who would do anything to protect you. Harry was yours, your protector, your guardian angel demon that would keep you safe no matter what.

#harry hart #dark harry hart #kingsman secret service #harry hart x reader #colin firth #merlin #eggsy unwin

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jesuschristwhatsgoingon · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BONUS

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

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

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

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months

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“why is it so difficult for you to accept a compliment?” With him please 🥰❤️

“Why is it so difficult for you to accept a compliment?” Hamish whispers against your jaw, your head tipping back into the cushions of the couch as his lips trail lower, ghosting over the curve of your throat. “To understand how alluring you are.”

His body covers yours, firm and unrelenting. His fingertips undo the buttons of your shirt, the fabric parting as his mouth delves lower, brushing over the curve of your breasts.

“So fucking perfect.” He murmurs in that Scottish lilt of his, his tongue trailing over the white scar indented in your flesh.

He maps you out with his mouth, seeking out those deviant little spots, the ones that drive you crazy. He’s always so attentive, so passionate, so loving. His fingers grasp at the waistband of your trousers, his heated breath teasing across your skin as he looks up at you, those dark eyes full of yearning.

“Let me show you how beautiful you really are.”

#mark strong #merlin #merlin kingsman #hamish mycroft #merlin x you #merlin x reader #hamish mycroft x reader #hamish mycroft x you

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 2 years

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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…

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Fireball - Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Title: Fireball

Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Eggsy, Harry, Ginger (Mentioned), and random guards and other random characters for the plot (Mentioned)

Requested by Anon!

WC: 2,674

Warnings: Reader is from Statesman, mention of alcohol, bombs mentioned, love at first sight (sort of), teasing, taunting, nervousness, embarrassment, anxiety, guns mentioned, murder mentioned, flirting, confessions, bets, slight angst, and fluff

Stepping off the small helicopter, you held down your hair as you ducked under the blades; holding your briefcase tightly in one hand. A little ways away, stood two men in suits, hands clasped behind their back. You mentally rolled your eyes. Kingsman always seemed so... Extra. Them in their perfectly tailored suits and framed glasses. Brushing down your hair, you stood in front of the two men, letting out a sigh.

"Welcome to Kingsman, Fireball." The older man greeted you.

The younger man turned to his partner, an eyebrow raising. "Fireball? What? They ran out of names?"

"Yes." You spoke up, "In some senses they did. You two must be Harry and Eggsy." The looks on their faces were priceless. Eyes wide, Eggsy's jaw dropped.

"How do you know our names?" Eggsy asked and you shrugged with a grin.

"I'm a hacker. That's what you wanted when you contacted the Statesman, correct?"

Harry was quick to recover, clearing his throat before he said anything else.

"Yes. we need you to locate someone." His voice hardened, his expression darkening slightly as they led you into the Kingsman mansion.

"Mmm, my favorite activity. Anyone fun?" You asked, wiggling your eyebrows teasingly at them. As you followed them inside, Eggsy nudged Harry with a slight smirk. Harry gave him a stern look.

"They have codes to a bomb," Harry replied and Eggsy grinned.

"And we need them so we can disarm it." He finished, and your eyes lit up in recollection.

"Oooh! Mr. David Frizzle. We've been monitoring him for some time."

"His location has been locked down pretty well though. Even our wizard couldn't track him." Your lips curled upward slightly as Eggsy spoke.

"Mmm, and you think I can't? Watch and learn, boys. Take me to your hacking room."

Harry and Eggsy looked at one another briefly before leading you through the fantastic mansion. Walking down long hallways with large paintings, you took your time looking around, until you stopped in front of two doors. Harry opened the door for you and you looked around. The room was clean, white floors and dark wood walls. Along the back wall were rows and rows of electronic cases of blinking lights and other do-dads. It was a bit smaller than your office, but you could make it work. Looking over to the desk in the room, it faced a bunch of screens. And, in a chair, was a man. He turned as the three of you entered, standing. You couldn't help but stare at him. You have seen a lot of people in this line of work. But not like him. Bald, clean-shaven, dark eyes that glinted with intelligence behind his glasses as he stared right back at you.

"Fireball," He addressed you formally, pulling you back to reality, "Merlin." He offered his hand out to you. With a smirk, you shook it.

"I know. A pleasure to meet you."

"You know?" Merlin asked, and you nodded, taking in the man before you.

"Of course, I'm a hacker." You shrugged, before realizing you and Merlin were still shaking each other's hands.

He cleared his throat, dropping your hand as you brought your hand back to your side. “So tell us about David Frizzle.”

Your face fell. "We've been tracking him for years and his computer systems are always top-notch."

"What have you learned?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, this... Frizzle is only the middle man it seems. Ginger and I think his boss is the real target here."

"Can you find out where he is?" Merlin asked, clasping his hands behind his back.

"Most likely." You agreed, before moving past Merlin and to his desk. Sitting down in his chair, you pulled up your briefcase, setting it down before you. Harry, Eggsy, and Merlin watched as you clicked open your case, revealing the various pieces of equipment within. "Alright, let's get this party started." You said, before rapidly typing on your small keyboard.

You smiled as you began to scan the screen. There were files everywhere, but you weren't having trouble reading it all. As you navigated through the servers, you found several pieces of information regarding the specific individual. You quickly pulled up a map and began working your way through the different locations. As you worked, you felt a presence beside you. Glancing quickly, you spotted Merlin leaning next to you, his dark eyes staring at your screen. Biting your lip, you tried to calm your racing heart and flushing cheeks. You glanced back at the screen, trying to ignore the close proximity of the both of you. "Done!" You exclaimed, your screen displaying a map of England, a red blinking dot placed over Glasgow. "The best guess is that he'll probably stay put somewhere near here." You pointed to the screen.

"Wow," Eggsy laughed out from the other side of you, almost startling you. "That was quick."

"Three minutes quick," Harry spoke up, glancing up from his watch.

Merlin swallowed thickly, looking down at your screen, at you, and back. Merlin would admit it, he was impressed. You were incredibly fast, more so than any other hacker he knew. Not only did you have the skills necessary to access multiple systems, but also you could handle them. He had thought you were just a normal hacker. Not a master hacker, who was practically immortal and could take on entire governments by herself. But you proved otherwise when you're hacked into the MI6 database, bypassing the firewall, and hacking into national security databases. "Good job, Fireball. I'm sure he won't expect us to track him directly."

"No, he won't." You confirmed, before beginning to type away again, "I think I'll be able to find out exactly where he's residing as well. Just give me... Five minutes." You typed away furiously, ignoring the fact that Merlin was watching you intensely and that Eggsy and Harry were now chatting. You didn't care if he was watching. It wasn't hard to see your mind whirring, analyzing every detail as you narrowed your map closer and closer to where Mr. Frizzle was located. In about 15 seconds, you had figured out where he was being kept. "Got it."

"Where is he?" Harry asked immediately.

"A penthouse apartment in the city."

"Do you know his address?" Merlin questioned.

"Yes."

"Let's go. Now." Eggsy ordered as he and Harry ran out of the room.

Letting out a sigh, your eyes widened in realization as you scooted the chair back, standing up. "Sorry for stealing your chair like that." You apologized to Merlin, who only shook his head.

"No, it's fine. You can have mine." He spoke, accent thickening slightly as he walked past you as you sat down again, pushing a chair to sit beside you.

"So," You began, watching the screens before you to see Harry and Eggsy already driving. "This is what you do? Hack and lead the team?"

"Something like that," Merlin said simply, staring up at the screens.

"Well..." You paused, thinking, looking at him. "Do you also go out into the field?" You asked, tilting your head towards him and he hummed lightly, turning to face you.

"I used to." He answered, his voice soft.

You smiled, nodding. "Me too." You let out a sigh, before looking back at the screens, "But that darn Tequila took my place when he joined."

"Yeah?" Merlin asked, turning to face you.

"Yup." You replied, popping the 'p', "They're a pain in the butt."

For the next four hours, you and Merlin conversed with each other, even sharing lunch together while you watched Harry and Eggsy enter the apartment. And in that amount of time, you had grown to like the Scottish hacker quite a bit. He was nice, polite, kind, and intelligent. He was quite handsome too. Sharp jawline, dark piercing gaze... You found yourself becoming very fond of his company. He was extremely attractive. And, for whatever reason, made you feel safe like there was nothing to fear when you were around him. It frightened you slightly... How quickly you had fallen for the man before you.

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It had been three months since you joined Kingsman temporarily and you were loving it. Working with Merlin was something entirely new and exhilarating. The two of you had begun working together fairly regularly, helping one another with missions, and even talking at length on occasion. Merlin was a smart man, and you found yourself getting to know him rather quickly. Well, minus his real day-to-day life outside of Kingsman. And he had grown quite fond of you as well, unknowingly to you. He told you stories of times when he went on missions, and you told him yours. You loved when he spoke, and you often found yourself smiling at everything he said. You loved the way his eyes lit up and the way his mouth curved upwards in amusement. You found yourself falling more and more in love with him every day.

Merlin thought you were incredibly intelligent, talented, and funny; And as the days went on, it grew harder and harder to hide his smile from you. He loved your cheeky grin and the way you laughed; it sounded like music to his ears. He loved your eyes, which were always bright and a bit mischievous. It was like you were a magnet, drawing him into your orbit, and he couldn't stop himself from being affected by you. It didn't help matters that you were absolutely gorgeous; not only your appearance but your personality and everything about you seemed to make his heart beat faster.

"Merlin, sugar, you're staring." You spoke up, snapping him out of his thoughts, making him blink. He quickly turned back to the screens.

"Am I?"

"Yes." You laughed, sitting back in your seat. "I know. I look cute today. Very distracting." You teased, making Merlin chuckle lightly.

He wasn't affirming or denying. Instead, he continued typing. "Have you located the address yet?"

"Yep! Here we go…" You muttered, your fingers flying across the keyboard as you scanned through various documents and data to find the address you were looking for. By tapping 'enter' you sent the address to Eggsy. You then looked up, noticing how closely Merlin was watching you. He quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks tinting pink as he focused on the monitors in front of him. You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile as you looked down at your lap. You were hoping your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. And you hoped you weren't reading too much into the way he was looking at you. The look in his eyes, it was like admiration at most, but there was something else underneath. Something deeper. Something... Hidden.

Merlin sat frozen in his seat, forcing himself to stare at the screens before him, and forcing himself to remain focused on the task at hand. It was hard though, especially because his focus would drift to you every once in and while, watching you from the corner of his eye. He watched as you fiddled with your hands in your lap, chewing on your bottom lip, seemingly lost in thought. And Merlin found butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the sight, causing him to avert his gaze. He cleared his throat softly, trying to suppress his thoughts. This isn't the time to think about this right now, Merlin. Focus!

"Merlin?" Your voice pulled him out of his trance as he glanced towards you. "Where?" You repeated, and Merlin looked away from you, biting down on his lip.

"Um, yeah. Right here." He stated, pointing to the screen. "Here," He pointed to a large white building surrounded by an impressive array of guards. "You have to find a way in, Eggsy. There are guards at each entrance." Merlin spoke through the mic.

You pursed your lips as you looked at him, "Uh, Merlin, uh... He’s already in." You spoke and Merlin froze before you spoke again, "He doesn’t know which way to go, you have that information." You told him and Merlin nodded his head, before swiftly getting back into business.

He swallowed before speaking, "Alright, take a right down this hall." He spoke through the mic before turning to you. "Fireball... Uh, I was wondering-"

"Which way now?" Eggsy spoke through the speakers, interrupting Merlin. "Any guards I should know about inside?"

Merlin turned back to the microphone, "Take the next left and up the stairs, no guards on the second floor." He said before turning back to you, as you looked up at him curiously. "I was wondering if you'd like to-"

"Merlin! Where to now?" Eggsy asked as he ran up the stairs, gun in hand.

Growing frustrated, Merlin turned back to the mic, "Third floor, keep going, guards are stationed at the office door." He spoke impatiently before turning back to you, "I was wondering-"

"Merlin!"

Merlin swirled in his seat, pressing his hand down on the mic, "Yes, Eggsy?" He asked, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Hurry up and ask her out already, mate." Eggsy taunted as Merlin's eyes widened slightly and he froze. You looked at Merlin with those same wide eyes, confused and more so surprised as Eggsy continued to talk, "Ask her out and focus on the mission." You could tell Merlin was embarrassed by Eggsy's words, as he shifted in his chair, avoiding your eyes; his cheeks and tips of his ears tinted pink.

After a moment he sighed softly before turning back to you, "Right, sorry..." He mumbled quietly. You watched as he adjusted the knot of his tie from beneath his sweater, eyes glancing everywhere but at you. "Do you... Want to have dinner with me?" Merlin asked nervously.

"Like a date?" You asked, trying to sound calm and collected. But your heart was pounding and you knew the blush growing rapidly on your face gave it away. Merlin just nodded, looking away from your eyes.

"If you wanted." He answered simply, his voice soft as a gentle smile appeared on his features.

You let out an infectious laugh, "'Bout time you asked me." You teased, "I'd love too, Merlin." You breathed out.

"Finally!" Eggsy spoke from the speakers, gaining both yours and Merlin's attention, "Harry owes me thirty quid."

"You bet on us?" You asked and Eggsy laughed again, stepping over the bodies of the men who had been guarding the office door.

"Yeah, either Merlin was going to ask you out, or you were, once you were done waiting." He said, "Harry voted on you."

You hummed, shifting awkwardly in your seat as you glanced down, feeling embarrassed. Merlin just sighed, "Eggsy. Enter the office." He commanded softly.

"I'm just saying, I better be invited to the wedding." Eggsy continued to tease.

"Go into the office, agent," Merlin stated, his tone growing irritated. "Merlin out."

A few moments passed and you felt your heart flutter at the silence that fell between you and Merlin.

"So... Dinner?" You finally spoke, clearing your throat as you tried not to stare at Merlin.

"Dinner, yes, of course. I know this nice diner." He asked, and you finally turned to look at him. “If you’re interested?”

"I love diner food.” You gushed before you shifted in your seat, biting your lip briefly, “And, since we're going to go to dinner together, you might as well know my real name." You spoke, before scooting your chair closer to his. Leaning forward, you cupped the side of your mouth with a hand as you whispered your name into Merlin's ear.

Pulling away, Merlin smiled, a real genuine smile. "That's a beautiful name." He complimented, and your stomach fluttered.

"Thanks." You murmured shyly, both yours and Merlin’s hands finding each other’s.

"Y/- I mean... Fireball." Merlin uttered quietly, gazing deep into your eyes, and your breath hitched as he leaned forward, whispering in your ear, "Hamish Mycroft." He pulled back as you stared up at him.

"Beautiful name." You hummed with a smile.

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scarlettacklen1986 · 1 year

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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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perksofbeingatallpotato · 2 years

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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

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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

Masterlist

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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My, yours.

Summary: You are his Guinevere, and he is your Arthur.

Pairing: Harry Hart × Fem!Reader

Warnings: jealousy, anger, insecurity, happy ending.

As Harry Hart sat in his personal office, the familiar sight of butterflies flitting around him filled the air, their delicate wings dancing in the sunlight that streamed through the windows. Despite his best efforts to focus on his paperwork as the new Arthur of Kingsman, Harry found himself distracted by the enchanting display, the butterflies seeming to take on a life of their own.

With a resigned sigh, Harry tried to push the butterflies away, knowing that they were nothing more than figments of his imagination. But no matter how hard he tried to ignore them, the butterflies persisted, their graceful movements captivating him in a way that he couldn't quite explain.

And then, as if on cue, you entered the room, your presence lighting up the space with a warmth and radiance that seemed to rival the sun itself. Harry couldn't help but smile at the sight of you, his heart skipping a beat as he watched you move with effortless grace and poise.

"Good morning, Guinevere," Harry greeted you warmly, his voice tinged with affection as he watched you with adoring eyes.

"Good morning, Arthur," you replied with a smile, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you approached his desk. "How may I assist you today?"

But Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from you, his gaze lingering on your every movement with a longing that he couldn't quite suppress. In that moment, you weren't just his assistant – you were his Guinevere, his partner in crime, his confidante and companion.

As the butterflies continued to flutter around you, landing like a flower crown upon your head, Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion wash over him. Despite knowing that the butterflies were nothing more than a trick of his mind, he couldn't deny the way they seemed to gravitate towards you, as if drawn by some unseen force.

"You're beautiful, Guinevere," Harry murmured softly, his voice filled with warmth and adoration. "Truly, you are a sight to behold."

As you blushed at Harry's compliment, a faint warmth spreading across your cheeks, you couldn't help but think that he was just being polite, a true gentleman as he always was. Despite the flutter in your stomach at his words, you brushed off his compliment with a shy smile, not wanting to make things awkward between you.

But Harry, ever the observant gentleman, realized his slip-up and quickly composed himself, diverting the conversation as he arranged some papers on his desk. "Ah, well, it seems I don't have anything for you today, Guinevere," he said smoothly, his voice betraying none of the emotion that had passed between you moments before. "I believe I can handle everything myself for now."

However, you persisted, knowing that Harry quite liked being a lone wolf and doing everything himself. With a gentle smile, you reminded him that you were there to help him with anything he wanted, whether it was paperwork, strategy, or even just someone to talk to.

Despite your insistence, Harry waved off your offer of assistance, assuring you that he could handle everything himself. With a polite smile, you respected his wishes and decided to give him some space, knowing that he valued his independence and preferred to work alone.

However, sensing that Harry could use a change of scenery, you suggested a visit to the mansion's gym to check on the progress of the new recruits. Harry's interest piqued at the idea, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he nodded in agreement.

"An excellent idea, Guinevere," Harry replied warmly, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Lead the way."

With a nod, you turned and began to make your way towards the gym, Harry falling into step beside you as the two of you made your way through the bustling corridors of the Kingsman mansion. As you walked, you couldn't help but steal glances at Harry, admiring the way his tailored suit hugged his frame and the air of authority that seemed to surround him wherever he went.

As you both entered the gym, the room fell silent as all eyes turned towards Harry, a collective respect evident in their gazes. "Good morning, Arthur," one of the senior agents greeted respectfully, his tone reverent.

"Good morning, everyone," Harry replied with a nod, his expression composed as he took a seat on one of the benches. "Please, continue with the training."

With Harry's permission, the class resumed, the sound of grunts and the thud of impact filling the air as the recruits practiced their moves. Harry tried to focus on the training, but his attention kept drifting back to you, who was engaged in conversation with Gawain, a tall and handsome agent.

"So, Guinevere, have you been practicing your hand-to-hand combat skills?" Gawain asked with a charming grin, his tone playful as he leaned in closer to you.

You laughed softly, a faint blush coloring your cheeks as you shook your head. "Not as much as I should be," you admitted with a sheepish smile. "But I do enjoy watching the recruits train. It's quite impressive."

Harry couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the easy rapport between you and Gawain, his jaw clenching involuntarily as he watched the two of you interact. He knew it was irrational – after all, you were just having a friendly conversation – but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.

Meanwhile, Gawain continued to chat with you, his charm and charisma evident as he regaled you with tales of his own training experiences. You listened attentively, your laughter ringing out like music in Harry's ears as he struggled to focus on the training unfolding before him.

As Harry stood up, the room fell silent, all eyes turning to him in anticipation. With a commanding presence, he addressed the room, his voice carrying with it an air of authority and determination.

"I believe a demonstration of combat skills would be in order for our recruits," Harry declared, his gaze sweeping over the assembled agents. "Percival, Gawain, would you be so kind as to assist me?"

Percival, the senior agent who had been monitoring the progress of the recruits alongside Gawain, nodded in agreement. "Of course, Arthur," he replied respectfully, his tone deferential. "We'd be happy to."

But Harry shook his head, a determined glint in his eyes as he began to remove his suit jacket. "No, I believe I'll do it myself," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "With Gawain's help, of course."

Turning to you, Harry handed you his jacket with a smile, his eyes soft with affection as he watched you. "Would you mind holding onto this for me, Guinevere?" he asked gently, his voice tinged with gratitude.

You nodded in response, a fond smile playing at the corners of your lips as you accepted the jacket from him. "Of course, Arthur," you replied warmly, your heart swelling with pride at the trust he placed in you.

As you helped Harry remove his gun holsters, your fingers brushing against his skin with a gentle touch, he couldn't help but tease Gawain playfully. "Unless, of course, Gawain doesn't want to face me," he quipped, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Gawain hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Harry and the mat, before finally nodding in agreement. "I accept your challenge, Arthur," he replied confidently, his voice steady despite the flicker of doubt in his eyes.

With that, Harry and Gawain entered the mat, their movements fluid and precise as they circled each other with a practiced ease. The room held its breath as the two agents squared off, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

And then, with a sudden surge of energy, they sprang into action, their fists flying as they engaged in a fierce exchange of blows. The sound of impact echoed through the room as Harry and Gawain traded blows, each one landing with the force of a sledgehammer.

Despite the intensity of their fight, Harry's movements were graceful and fluid, his years of training evident in every strike. With each punch and kick, he seemed to move with a supernatural grace, his movements almost poetic in their precision.

Gawain, for his part, held his own against Harry, his own skill and determination evident as he countered each of Harry's attacks with a fierce resolve. With every blow, he seemed to grow more confident, his movements becoming more fluid and precise with each passing moment.

As Harry and Gawain continued their intense sparring match, the room was filled with the sound of their grunts and the thud of their blows. Despite Gawain's best efforts, Harry remained almost too calm, his movements calculated and precise as he effortlessly dodged each of Gawain's attacks.

But beneath his composed exterior, Harry's determination burned bright, fueled by the desire to impress you and show Gawain that he wasn't to be trifled with. With each punch and kick, he threw himself into the fight with a fervor that left Gawain struggling to keep up.

And then, seizing the opportunity to assert his dominance, Harry landed a powerful kick to Gawain's chest, sending him crashing to the mat with a loud thud. As Gawain lay there, dazed and disoriented, Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction wash over him, his victory all but assured.

"I must say, Gawain, I'm rather disappointed," Harry remarked coolly, his voice tinged with amusement as he looked down at his fallen opponent. "I expected more from you."

Gawain clenched his fists on the floor, a flicker of irritation crossing his features as he struggled to push himself back up. "You got lucky, Arthur," he grumbled, his voice tinged with frustration. "But I'll give you a run for your money next time."

But before Gawain could rise to his feet, Harry turned to Percival with a nod, silently indicating that it was his turn to join the fray. With a determined expression, Percival stepped forward, his movements confident and assured as he squared off against Harry.

Meanwhile, Merlin, who had been watching the fight from the sidelines, muttered softly to himself as he shook his head in amusement. "Show-off," he murmured under his breath, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips.

As Harry continued to spar against Percival and Gawain, the intensity of the fight reached a fever pitch, their movements swift and precise as they exchanged blows with a fierce determination. Despite the numerical disadvantage, Harry held his own against his opponents, his skill and agility evident in every move.

Merlin watched from the sidelines, his eyes keenly observing the action with a mixture of amusement and concern. It was painfully obvious to him, as it was to everyone else, that Harry and you were deeply in love with each other. Yet, for some reason, neither of you seemed to acknowledge or act on your feelings, much to Merlin's frustration.

As Harry fought with a single-minded focus, his attention never straying far from you, Merlin couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for his friend. It was clear that Harry was fiercely protective of you, his jealousy evident in the way he reacted to every male agent that interacted with you.

But despite his best efforts to hide his feelings, Harry's emotions were written plainly on his face, his eyes constantly seeking out yours for reassurance and approval. And though you were often oblivious to his longing glances, Merlin couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight of Harry's unwavering devotion.

As the fight continued, Merlin decided to intervene, knowing that Harry needed a distraction from his own turbulent emotions. With a wave of his hand, he brought the match to a close, declaring Harry the victor with a wry smile.

"Enough for today, gentlemen," Merlin announced, his tone firm but not unkind. "Arthur, Percival, Gawain, I think it's time we call it a day. You've all done exceptionally well."

Harry stood proudly over Percival, who was catching his breath but looking fine, and Gawain, who was on the ground sore. He smiled at you as you quickly approached, his heart swelling with anticipation, thinking you wanted to praise him for his victory. But his warmth quickly turned to cold when you unceremoniously handed him his gun holsters and suit jacket before rushing to Gawain's side.

As you knelt beside Gawain and checked him over, Harry's jaw clenched with anger. He watched as you rubbed Gawain's sore cheek with gentle fingers, a pang of jealousy stabbing at his heart. He felt a surge of resentment towards Gawain for taking your attention away from him, for making you worry about him instead of congratulating Harry on his victory.

"Are you alright, Gawain?" you asked with genuine concern, your voice soft and soothing as you inspected his injuries.

Gawain winced as he nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I'll live," he replied with a chuckle, his tone light despite the soreness in his voice.

Harry's fists clenched at his sides, his anger simmering just below the surface as he watched you tend to Gawain's injuries. He couldn't understand why you were so quick to rush to Gawain's side, why you seemed to care more about his well-being than Harry's victory.

Feeling a surge of frustration building within him, Harry growled, his voice cutting through the silence of the gym. "That's enough, recruits!" he barked, his tone laced with authority. "Back to your training immediately!"

The recruits scrambled to obey, their eyes widening in fear at the intensity of Harry's command. As they hurried back to their exercises, Harry turned on his heel and stormed out of the gym, his emotions roiling inside him like a tempest.

Merlin sighed softly as he watched Harry leave, a look of concern etched on his weathered features. He knew that Harry's feelings for you ran deep, deeper than even Harry himself realized. And he also knew that Harry's jealousy towards Gawain was unfounded, a product of his own insecurities and fears.

But you didn't seem to notice Harry's abrupt departure, too focused on tending to Gawain's injuries to pay attention to anything else. Merlin shook his head in resignation, knowing that there was little he could do to ease the tension between you and Harry.

Merlin approached where you and Gawain were still, his expression one of gentle concern as he observed the scene before him. Sensing his presence, you looked up from tending to Gawain's injuries, a faint frown marring your features as you noticed the worry etched on Merlin's face.

"Is everything alright, Merlin?" you asked softly, your voice tinged with concern. "Do you need something?"

Merlin shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips as he looked at you with a mixture of sympathy and understanding. "It's Harry," he admitted reluctantly, his tone grave. "He's not taking the situation well. I think he could use your support."

You furrowed your brow in confusion, unsure of what Merlin meant. "But Gawain needs help too," you protested softly, your gaze drifting back to where Gawain lay on the mat, still nursing his sore cheek.

Merlin nodded in agreement, his expression sympathetic. "Gawain will be fine," he reassured you gently, his voice tinged with understanding. "But Arthur needs you, Guinevere. That's what you're here for, after all."

You hesitated for a moment, torn between your duty to both Harry and Gawain. But ultimately, your concern for Harry won out, and you nodded in agreement, a determined glint in your eyes.

"Alright, Merlin," you replied firmly, your voice filled with resolve. "I'll go check on Arthur. Thank you for letting me know."

With that, you rose to your feet and hurried out of the gym, your heart pounding in your chest as you made your way to Harry's office. As you approached the door, you could hear the faint sound of rustling papers and muttered curses emanating from within, a sure sign that Harry was deeply engrossed in his work.

Summoning your courage, you knocked softly on the door, poking your head inside as you called out to him. "Arthur? Is everything alright? Do you need help with something?"

Harry looked up from his paperwork, his expression tense as he caught sight of you standing in the doorway. "I'm fine, Guinevere," he replied curtly, his tone clipped. "I don't need any help. You should go back to Gawain. He needs you more than I do."

You frowned at Harry's dismissive tone, unable to understand why he seemed so angry all of a sudden. "But Arthur, I—"

Before you could finish your sentence, Harry cut you off with a sharp gesture, his frustration evident in the set of his jaw. "I said I'm fine, Guinevere," he snapped, his voice tinged with irritation. "Now go. Gawain needs you."

Feeling hurt and confused by Harry's sudden outburst, you hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. But as you glanced back at Harry, you could see the frustration and anger etched on his face, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

Harry refused to look at you, not wanting to see how those beautiful butterflies were flying around him in such a beautiful way. You sighed and turned to leave, but stopped when Harry began talking to himself, waving his hands in the air as if trying to scare something away. You were curious, wondering if he was seeing butterflies.

"Arthur?" you asked softly, concern lacing your voice as you approached him cautiously.

Harry looked at you in surprise, his cheeks flushing slightly as he realized you had caught him in the midst of his strange behavior. "Guinevere, I... I didn't realize you were still here," he stammered, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

You furrowed your brow, your concern growing as you watched Harry's agitated movements. "Is everything alright, Arthur? You seem... flustered," you ventured, trying to tread carefully.

But Harry's embarrassment quickly turned to anger, his frustration evident in the way he clenched his fists at his sides. "I said I'm fine," he snapped, his voice sharp with irritation. "I don't need your help. Just go back to Gawain."

Feeling a surge of frustration of your own, you refused to back down this time, your curiosity getting the better of you. "Arthur, please," you pleaded softly, your voice tinged with concern. "I read your medical report from Merlin. I know about the butterflies."

Harry's eyes widened in shock, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red as he realized you were aware of his hallucinations. "You... you know about that?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, a sympathetic smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yes, Arthur," you replied gently. "And it's okay. You're not alone in this. Merlin explained everything to me."

But Harry's embarrassment quickly turned to anger once again, his frustration boiling over as he lashed out at you. "I don't need your pity, Guinevere," he growled, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Just go back to Gawain. He needs you more than I do."

Feeling hurt by Harry's dismissive attitude, you shook your head stubbornly, refusing to leave until you got to the bottom of his sudden outburst. "Arthur, why are you so angry?" you questioned, your voice tinged with frustration. "And why did you snap at me earlier? What did I do wrong?"

Harry's frustration reached its breaking point, his emotions spilling out in a torrent of words as he struggled to contain his anger. "You didn't congratulate me on my victory," he blurted out, his voice raw with emotion. "You ran straight to Gawain, when you should have been worrying about me. You're my Guinevere, damn it. You should just be worrying about me. I'm your Arthur, and you're my Guinevere."

You were taken aback by Harry's outburst, your heart pounding in your chest as you processed his words. The absurd notion that Harry was jealous of you sent a shiver down your spine, a rush of emotions swirling inside you as you struggled to make sense of it all.

But before you could respond, Harry turned away from you, his shoulders hunched with frustration as he tried to compose himself. "Just go, Guinevere," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "Please."

But you refused to leave, questioning if Harry's sudden anger stemmed from jealousy.

Harry didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the wooden table in front of him, his thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions.

Refusing to accept his silence, you approached him, circling around the table to stand beside him. With a determined gesture, you turned his chair to face you, but Harry stubbornly kept his gaze fixed on his shoes, unwilling to meet your eyes.

Cupping his face gently in your hands, you lifted his head until his eyes met yours. "My Arthur," you whispered softly, your heart aching at the sight of his turmoil. "Are you jealous?"

Harry was mesmerized by you, his heart skipping a beat as he took in your beauty, the butterflies dancing around you like a flower crown. "Yes," he murmured, barely above a whisper. "Yes, I am. I like you, Guinevere."

You couldn't help but laugh at that, the sound ringing out like music in the tense atmosphere of the room. "Oh, my silly Arthur," you chuckled fondly, shaking your head at his confession.

Reaching up, you gently removed Harry's Kingsman glasses, revealing the scar from his missing eye. Harry tried to look away, ashamed of the reminder of his past, but you held him tight, refusing to let him hide from you.

Placing a knee between his thighs, you leaned in close, your lips hovering just inches from his. "You don't have to hide from me, Harry," you whispered softly, your breath warm against his skin. "I love you, scars and all."

With that, you closed the distance between you, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. Harry was taken aback for just a moment, his surprise quickly giving way to passion as he melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you closer.

Lost in the moment, neither of you noticed as Harry's glasses slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. All that mattered was the love that burned between you, a flame that had been kindled long ago and now blazed brighter than ever before.

Breaking the kiss, you pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting Harry's with a tender smile. "My silly Arthur," you murmured affectionately, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I don't like Gawain. He's like a brother to me. You, Harry, you stole my heart a long time ago."

Harry couldn't control himself as he stood up with you, placing you on his desk, and getting between your legs as he ravished your mouth on his, he dreamed of this so much, dreamed so much of having you here in his arms, take you against that table, hear your moans and sighs as he pleasures you like no one else, but he needed to talk about it with you, make sure you were both on the same page.

"I want you, Guinevere," Harry murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire. "I want you more than anything in this world."

You melted into his embrace, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, your heart pounding in your chest at his confession. "Oh, Harry," you breathed, your voice filled with longing. "I want you too, more than you'll ever know."

Harry's heart soared at your words, his desire burning bright as he pressed his body against yours, his hands roaming over your curves with a hunger that bordered on desperation. But even in the heat of the moment, he knew he couldn't let his desires cloud his judgment.

Breaking the kiss, Harry pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he looked into your eyes with a tenderness that took your breath away. "I need to talk to you," he whispered softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "About what just happened, about what I want."

You nodded in understanding, your heart racing as you waited for him to speak. "Go on, Harry," you urged gently, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest as you tried to calm the tumultuous emotions swirling inside you.

Taking a deep breath, Harry gathered his thoughts, his mind racing with a million different possibilities. "I want you, Guinevere," he began, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest. "I want to be with you in every way possible, to love you and cherish you for all eternity."

You felt a surge of warmth wash over you at his words, your heart skipping a beat at the depth of his emotions. "Oh, Harry," you murmured softly, your eyes shining with tears. "I want that too, more than anything."

Harry smiled at you tenderly, his heart overflowing with love and affection. "But I need you to know, Guinevere," he continued, his voice tinged with seriousness. "I want to make love to you, to show you how much you mean to me, but only if you want it too. I would never want to pressure you into anything you're not ready for."

You blushed at his words, touched by his consideration and respect for your boundaries. "Harry, I..." you trailed off, your voice catching in your throat as you struggled to find the right words.

But Harry silenced you with a gentle kiss, his lips soft and tender against yours as he poured all of his love and affection into the kiss. "You don't have to say anything, Guinevere," he whispered against your lips, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "Just know that I love you, and I'll wait for you for as long as it takes."

With that, Harry pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his love for you shining bright like a beacon in the darkness. And as you melted into his embrace, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would always have Harry by your side, loving you with all his heart and soul.

As Harry held you close, his heart swelling with love and desire, he couldn't help but feel emboldened by the intensity of his feelings for you. With a gentle caress, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering on your skin as he gazed into your eyes with a burning passion.

"Guinevere," Harry murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in close to you. "There's something I need to tell you, something I've been dreaming about for a long time."

You looked up at him with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, your heart racing with excitement as you waited for him to speak. "What is it, Harry?" you asked breathlessly, your voice tinged with eagerness.

Harry's lips curved into a mischievous smile as he leaned in even closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered his intentions to you. "I've daydreamed countless times about having you against this very table," he confessed, his voice low and husky with desire.

You hesitated for just a moment, your hand gripping Harry's tie tightly as you processed his words. The image of Harry ravishing you against that table sent a shiver down your spine, your cheeks flushing with arousal at the thought of his lips and tongue exploring every inch of your body.

"Harry," you whispered softly, your voice tinged with desire. "I want you, too. I want you to make love to me, to show me how much you desire me."

Harry's eyes darkened with desire at your words, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to control his own arousal. "God, Guinevere," he murmured huskily, his voice thick with need. "You have no idea how much I want you. How many times I've fantasized about taking you against this table, making you mine in every way possible."

Your heart pounded in your chest at his admission, your desire for him burning brighter than ever before. "Then do it, Harry," you urged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Take me. Make me yours."

But Harry shook his head, a determined glint in his eyes as he pulled away slightly, his hands framing your face with a tenderness that took your breath away. "Not yet, Guinevere," he whispered softly, his voice filled with regret. "I want to take you on a proper date first. Dinner, wine, dancing... and then, when the time is right, I'll have you. But not until then."

You frowned in confusion, torn between your desire for Harry and your respect for his wishes. "But why, Harry?" you questioned softly, your voice tinged with disappointment. "Why wait when we both want each other so badly?"

Harry smiled at you tenderly, his eyes soft with affection as he brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Because, my dear Guinevere," he replied gently, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want our first time together to be special. I want to show you how much you mean to me, to make you feel cherished and adored in every way possible. And I can't do that on an office desk."

You couldn't help but smile at Harry's words, touched by his thoughtfulness and consideration for your feelings. "Alright, Arthur," you conceded softly, your heart swelling with love for him. "I trust you. I'll wait for our date, for our special moment together."

Harry's smile widened at your words, his heart bursting with happiness at the thought of finally having you in his arms. "Thank you, Guinevere," he murmured softly, his voice filled with gratitude. "I promise you won't regret it."

And with that, Harry pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he whispered sweet promises of love and devotion in your ear. And as you melted into his embrace, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would always have Harry by your side, loving you with all his heart and soul.

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