#agent galahad x reader

[renx01]

Too Sweet

Prompt: Inspired by the Hozier song Pairing: Harry Hart x (Kingsman!)Reader Fandom: Kingsman Tags/Warnings: age gap, mutual pining, angst Word count: 6495

Masterlist

You’d joined Kingsman only five years ago, and over time you’ve become a well-respected agent, code-named Tristan. Merlin, who is your uncle, was the one who had proposed you as a candidate and helped you prepare for the role while you were still in your early twenties. The other candidates had been good, but you were nearly flawless, only taking calculated risks and never letting your emotions rule your decision making. Control over your emotions was something you always excelled in, and it tremendously helped you make strides as an agent during the initial few months and first year. This caused you to rise in rank quite quickly, making you go on more solo missions or accompanying Galahad or Percival whenever they needed assistance. Today, you’re helping your uncle instead, hacking into some cameras and security networks so he’ll be able to tell Lancelot and Galahad where to go next and what they should be looking out for. It’s something you do from time to time, mostly upon Merlin’s request when he finds the mission too complicated to oversee on his own.

‘The main control room should be south from where they are now.’ You pull up the map on the big screen which hangs in front of you and Merlin, pointing out where Galahad and Lancelot should be going next. As he’s relaying the information to the other men, you hack into the mainframe the criminal organisation and start going through the different files. ‘Any updates about the nuclear files?’ Galahad’s voice comes through the speakers and Merlin looks at you. ‘Working on it. Just focus on getting to that room.’ The screen in front of you shows Lancelot’s feed. He’s following Galahad through the many hallways and twists and turns they take, taking down guards whenever they come across them. Their moves are deliberate, quick and efficient. You turn back to your screen and after a few minutes you’re finally able to access the file Galahad had asked for. ‘I’m sending you the file now, Galahad.’ ‘Thanks Tristan.’ He replies. They have finally reached the door to the control room. Lancelot holds his watch against it and it opens. Silently, the two men enter the room. ‘Lancelot, I need you to connect us to the controls.’ Merlin states and the other man follows the order. Your screens fill with the necessary information and you start working on fully disarming and disabling  the system. ‘Galahad, please flip the green switch on your right.’ You request. Before he can really do so, a loud bang interrupts him, followed by the sound of shots. ‘Lancelot, you take those men while Galahad follows Tristan’s orders.’ Merlin’s Scottish accent seems thicker momentarily. You’ve noticed it only really happened when he was in more stressful situations; one time when you almost got kidnapped, it was so thick you could barely understand him despite having a mostly Scottish family. Calmly, you instruct Galahad what buttons to press and switches to flip. After a few minutes of him following your lead as you type away at your computer, you’re done. ‘Galahad. Lancelot. The system has fully been disabled and disarmed. Get back to the jet.’ They start running through the building and Merlin glances at you, giving you a small smile before going back to helping them follow the quickest route out of the building. 

‘You did well, Tristan.’ Merlin ruffles your hair and you smile at him. ‘Thanks. You didn’t do too badly yourself, old man.’ He laughs and lightly punches your arm. ‘I’m not that old, your mother is 10 years older than I am.’ You snort and teasingly say, ‘And you Merlin, are 12 years older than I am.’ After that comment, a comfortable silence settles between you. There were a few more tasks you had to complete before tomorrow, so you decided you would spend the evening and night at the mansion.  About an hour after the mission finished, Merlin leaves, leaving you alone in front of the large screen filled with documents. Quietly, you continue working for a few more hours before you call it a night. You’d finished your side of the report, only needing Galahad and Lancelot for the final few details. You’ll probably ask them about those during the debrief tomorrow afternoon. 

Once you’ve locked your computer and turned off all the lights, you silently walk to the kitchen, where you start making a pot of tea. The room is dark, as you only turned on the light above the stove. A sound from behind you catches your attention. Looking back, you see that your two colleagues have just returned from their mission. ‘Evening gentlemen.’ You greet them. ‘Tristan, good evening.’ Galahad walks up and stands next to you, just as the water starts boiling. ‘Would you like a cup?’ Your hands continue moving, putting in the tea egg to let the leaves steep. He hums in response as he grabs two more cups. ‘Chamomile?’ Galahad quietly asks and you nod. A comfortable silence settles between the two of you while Lancelot leaves the room momentarily to put some of their things away. Once the tea has sufficiently gained colour and flavour, you pour some into the three cups. Grabbing your own, you sit down next to the chair you’d draped your suit jacket over. Harry sits down across from you and puts down Lancelot’s cup next to him. You both quietly drink your tea, your eyes scanning that day’s paper. When you look up, you notice his eyes are trained on you, making you a bit nervous. Before you can say anything, though, Lancelot walks back in and starts talking about their flight back to England and the newest Royal scandal of the week. The other man’s attention shifts to his colleague who is talking excitedly. Your eyes scan Galahad’s features. He is handsome, smart, quick-witted, and a gentleman. A combination which has led you to, over time, develop a bit of a crush on your colleague. 

‘Tristan, what do you think?’

You turn your head to face the other man. ‘I think the situation escalated unnecessarily, had the royal family handled it properly, this would’ve never become public.’ He smiles and Galahad interjects. ‘I agree with Tristan, this situation could have easily been avoided.’ The two men continue talking and you sip your tea.  ‘Gentlemen, I’m heading off to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at the debrief.’ You stand up and put your cup into the dishwasher. It was already 11 o’clock. ‘Tristan,’ Galahad stands up, ‘if you’ll allow me, I’ll walk you back to your room.’ Smiling, you nod. ‘Of course Galahad; thank you.’ He leaves the room with you and as you walk, he leans sideways in your direction and whispers. ‘Thanks Tristan. I was a bit tired of Lancelot talking. He’s been going without pause from the moment we got on the jet.’ It didn’t surprise you in the least. ‘Of course Galahad. Lancelot tends to talk quite a lot; I suspect his favourite sound may be his own voice.’ He snorts. ‘I suspect you might be correct.’ The hallways are silent except for your quiet footsteps and conversation. The distance between the two of you seems to become smaller as you continue walking and talking; until you stop in front of your door. ‘Galahad, thank you for accompanying me.’ You turn to face him and smile. ‘Of course Tristan, it was my pleasure.’ His voice was quiet. The silence between you is tense and Harry seems to slowly be leaning closer as he holds your eye contact. Moments, which feel like hours pass, but he doesn’t make a move. Your noses almost touch when he seems to snap out of a sort of trance and clears his throat, pulling back quickly. ‘Ah Tristan, I should get going. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll see you tomorrow.’ As he walks away, you stand frozen in your doorway.

The following morning you watch the sunrise outside, a hot cup of coffee in your hand. It seems no one else is up yet. You’ve left your suit jacket in your room and have your sleeves rolled up, the crisp air touching your form. Behind you, you hear your dog walking and sniffing around. ‘Ares.’ The Doberman walks to your side. ‘Want to go for a walk?’ He barks and you pet him behind his ears. ‘Let’s go.’ You smile and he runs into the field in front of you, with you following calmly. Upon your return, you’re greeted by Merlin, who looks to have woken up not too long ago. ‘Morning Tristan.’ Ares excitedly runs up to the Scot. ‘Morning to you too Ares.’ He puts down his coffee and pets the dog with both his hands. ‘You’ve got an awful lot of energy today, haven’t you?’ ‘He really does, he’s been running around for over an hour already.’ You laugh. ‘I’ll bring Albion to play with him later today.’ He takes a sip of his coffee. ‘I’ll be back momentarily, can you watch Ares for a second?’ He nods. ‘Thanks.’ you say and smile at him. You walk into the kitchen through the open doors. Putting down your cup, you start brewing another cup of coffee. The kitchen is still quiet, but you know that more of the agents that have stayed the night will probably start walking in soon, though it probably won’t be many. Lancelot and Galahad you knew for sure, others you weren’t too certain about. ‘Morning Lancelot.’ You say as you hear the man walk in. ‘Agent Tristan.’ He greets. ‘Want some coffee?’ ‘Yes please.’ The smell of another fresh coffee fills the air. You smile as you hand him a cup. ‘You feeling alright?’ ‘I will once I finish this.’He groans before the two of you clink your cups. ‘See you at the briefing in an hour.’ 

You spent that hour with Merlin and Ares, mostly in silence. The Doberman is as happy as can be, with the Scot and you taking turns throwing a ball into the field and having the dog return it. It was nice spending time with your uncle like this. Usually you have to be  quite serious around him, as you mostly speak to him here, at Kingsman. Now, you can, even if it’s just for a moment, relax and have the relationship you used to have when you were younger and neither of you were a part of the secret service. ‘Uncle Hamish, we should probably get ready for the briefing.’ You say as Ares runs into the distance. He has his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun. ‘Just five more minutes; Galahad will be late anyway, he seemed a bit off yesterday evening when I saw him.’ That last comment piques your interest, but you decide not to pry. The meeting room was still empty when you walked into it with your uncle. A few minutes pass before, you are joined by Lancelot, who is, once again, talking excitedly. While you don’t necessarily have the energy for him, you stay professional and listen with intent. He is still talking your ears off when Galahad finally arrives, about five minutes late. Despite Merlin having made a comment, it is still quite unusual for him to be late. 

‘Glad you could join us, Agent Galahad.’ Merlin calls out from the far end of the room as the other man enters. ‘Terribly sorry for my tardiness.’ Harry excuses himself. ‘Morning Galahad.’ Lancelot greets him, instead you just wave at the agent. Everyone sits in their usual spots, with Galahad across from you and Merlin to your left, though he almost immediately stands up, walking in front of the screen which shows the most vital information related to the mission. Most of the information isn’t new to you, as you’d helped your uncle prepare. Whenever Galahad or Lancelot give additional information, which you hadn’t been able to gain before the meeting, you write it down into the report. Your attention is fully focussed on what everyone is saying, that is until you notice that Galahad’s eyes seem to linger on you a bit longer than usual whenever you make a comment. Eventually, his eyes meet yours. He quickly looks away and focuses on Merlin, who is saying something about the risks which may occur in the future. Yesterday’s mission has likely only slowed down the organisation, meaning that you’d still have to find its core and try to eliminate it. Still, all the new information which has been gained is quite useful. Your gaze reverts back to your laptop screen as you continue typing away. 

‘Agent Tristan, could you please explain to these gentlemen what you did to fully disarm and disable the system?’ Merlin’s sudden attention to you surprises you, but you stand up confidently and walk to his side. Galahad’s eyes seem to burn into the back of your head as you do so. ‘So how we did it is -’ Everything goes smoothly as you explain the process thoroughly to the other agents. Hopefully, you’ll be able to join them in the field next time, rather than having to sit and watch from the sidelines to assist them from a distance. You aren’t sure that’ll actually happen however, as it really depends on what kind of mission it’ll be and what is needed of you.  After a few minutes, you’re able to sit back down. Neither Lancelot, nor Galahad had any questions, which you assume is probably a good sign. There are only a few more things you need to discuss, with most of them only requiring only a little of your input from time to time, so you silently drink some tea as Lancelot and Merlin talk. Galahad is remarkably silent, only asking a few questions or making comments when he deems it necessary. Usually, he’s more talkative and tends to lead the conversation, but today he seems to have chosen to leave that to Lancelot. As your uncle is saying something about the implications of such an organisation having access to nuclear weapons, you feel another foot hit yours. At first, you ignore it; but when it happens again, you look around. It couldn’t be Merlin or Lancelot, leaving Galahad as the only suspect. You quickly look at his face but he acts as if he’s innocent. When you feel a third tap, you let your eyes meet his. The lines around his eyes crinkle mischievously, while the rest of his face doesn’t seem to change. You tap him back, your oxfords hitting the side of his silently. This time, his eyes do not divert to Merlin or Lancelot, and it almost feels as if you’re the only person in this room with him. The feeling is short lived however, with his gaze shifting away when his name is mentioned by one of the other men. Still, his foot remains in place, connecting the two of you. Despite the intimate gesture, his feelings for you remain unclear.

The meeting comes to an end, you and Galahad act as if nothing happened when you stand up. Everyone leaves the room and as he passes you, he slips a small folded note into your hand. You do not get a chance to read it though, as Merlin immediately starts up a conversation with you as you walk the wing of the mansion where the individual kingsman offices are located. ‘Tristan, could you send me the report after lunch?’ You nod. ‘As long as we’re going on a walk with Ares and Albion after, you know he’s missed you lately, and this morning wasn’t enough to make up for that.’ He laughs. ‘Of course.’ Together, you walk into Merlin’s office, where you quickly discuss the last few details before you leave for your own. There, you work on the report for a bit longer, adding the finishing touches before sending it to Merlin. Ares lays in the corner of your office, playing with one of his toys quietly. The folded piece of paper sits next to your keyboard, still not read. Once you’ve finally finished the report, you grab and slowly unfold it. Galahad’s handwriting is neat, but not delicate.

Tristan,

Meet me in the library at 21:00 tonight. 

Yours faithfully,

H

‘I suppose I’ll go read in the library tonight, Ares.’ You whisper before you put the note into your drawer and motion your dog to follow you to the kitchens to have lunch. He walks at your side when you enter, and calmly waits as you brew tea and make lunch. Once it’s ready, you decide to eat it outside, as the weather is quite nice today and Ares will be able to run around before you go for the walk with Merlin.  Half an hour passes before you’re joined by your uncle, who has his dog, Albion, with him. She’s a border collie who is usually quite serious and focused, but gets very excited when she gets to play with Ares. The two of them are best friends, so you and Merlin try to have them meet up and go on a long walk at least once a week. This doesn’t always happen though, as duty calls whenever it does, resulting in having to cancel quite frequently, which happened the past few weeks. Today isn't such a day though, and once you both finish your lunch, the four of you start walking your usual round around the grounds. You and Merlin chat away about anything and everything while Ares and Albion run around together and fetch a tennis ball from time to time. It’s calm and you’re enjoying yourself. It’s always quite nice to spend your time like this. All nice things must come to an end though, and after forty-five minutes of walking, you have to return to work.  ‘See you later Tristan.’ Merlin says before walking to his office, taking Albion with him. ‘Later.’ You wave before walking in the opposite direction. Galahad hadn’t been there when you returned from your walk, so you assume he’s at the shop to get a few things in order. It’s probably for the better, as you aren’t sure what you would do if you were to cross him in the hallway right now. He’s constantly giving you mixed signals. Yesterday, he seemed to lean in to kiss you before pulling away suddenly. Today, he almost continuously avoided your gaze, yet wanted to stay connected in some way that wasn’t visible to others, and he wrote you a note telling you to meet him later.

‘Fuck.’

You whisper to yourself. You’re falling for him, hard. You have been for a long time. You always told yourself it was merely a crush, but you’re unable to deny it any longer. This revelation isn’t your biggest problem though. Your biggest problem is whether he would even be interested, as he’s constantly giving those mixed signals. Tonight you’d decide whether you’ll ever act upon your feelings or not. You’d never particularly cared for the kingsman code which prohibits any relationships, though it hasn’t been necessary for you to break it either, as you hadn’t been interested in any relationships in the first place. Kingsman always comes first in your life. This means that you’ve never actually taken the time to think of finding a partner or date around. What you are worried about, is that Galahad is someone that always follows the rules and doesn’t even think about bending, let alone breaking, them. This may be an explanation for him being so hot and cold with you. Still, it’s confusing and worries you. ‘Good afternoon agent Tristan, is everything alright?’ Arthur greeting you pulls you out of your thoughts and you realise you’re standing in front of the door which leads into your office, your hand on the doorknob. You have probably been standing there for a couple of minutes now. Quickly you turn the knob and start walking in.  ‘Ah yes Arthur, I was just lost in thought. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some paperwork to attend to.’  You smile at him before swiftly closing the door once Ares has entered the room as well. 

The evening couldn’t come soon enough. Thinking of whatever Galahad could possibly tell you continued racing through your mind the entire afternoon, meaning that you were quite distracted for the most part. Merlin visited you shortly before dinner to discuss the report and what he altered before sending it off to Arthur. While he clearly noticed that you were distracted, he decided against saying anything about it and left. Shortly thereafter, you decided it’d be a good idea to go for another walk with Ares, as it’s a good way of distancing yourself from the setting in which you usually see Galahad. This time, though, the walk lasts for several hours, with the sun starting to set once you start heading back to HQ.  When you arrive back at HQ, it’s nearly nine, so you decide to bring the Doberman to your office before heading to the library. Galahad, or Harry which you rarely ever refer to him as, is already there, waiting for you. He turns to face you and smiles when you enter before greeting you. ‘I’m glad you could make it agent Tristan.’ You nod nervously but try to sound casual. ‘Of course, any time, Galahad.’ His eyes look over your form and you do the same. The tension between the two of you is palpable but you try to ignore it as best as you can. For a moment, nothing happens. The both of you stay still, frozen in place.  Suddenly Galahad moves again and walks up to you. In a moment of passion, he grabs your face and kisses you deeply. It’s so intense it feels as if he’s bruising your lips. When you don’t move, he starts pulling back. Quickly, you pull him to you once more and kiss back, one of your hands in his hair and the other pulling his tie. The two of you fight for dominance and he pushes you against one of the bookshelves, his left hand now resting on your hip.  Eventually, he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed. For minutes, the two of you stand like this, silently enjoying each other's presence and closeness. ‘Tristan.’ He whispers. ‘Yes Galahad?’ The man sighs and slowly leaves your embrace. ‘Shit.’ You hear him mutter under his breath. ‘Shit shit shit.’ He backs away, as if he’s only just realised what happened. ‘Galahad, what’s going on?’ ‘I cannot do this Tristan.’ His voice sounds almost desperate. ‘Galahad, what do you mean you cannot do this?’ He doesn’t reply and walks away, leaving you alone in the library.

You didn’t see Galahad the rest of that week and you threw yourself into work, only leaving your office to go out with Ares. If you hadn’t had him, you probably wouldn’t have left your office in the first place. That Friday morning, Merlin comes in unannounced and finds you sleeping with your head on your desk. He wakes you and you slowly sit up straight. Your suit jacket is discarded somewhere in a corner and you look a bit of a mess with your hair all dishevelled.  ‘Are you sure you’re feeling alright Tristan? You really shouldn’t be overworking yourself.’ Your uncle asks you, he sounds quite worried. ‘I’m fine Merlin, I promise.’ He sighs. ‘You do not look or act as if you’re fine. What’s going on?’ You just shake your head. ‘It’s nothing really, I’ve just had to catch up on some work. Please don’t fret it.’  ‘We both know that’s a lie, Tristan. You’re always ahead of everyone when it comes to paperwork.’ He stops for a moment. ‘Look, both you and Galahad have been acting off all week and we can’t have that. I don’t know if there’s anything going on between the two of you, but I want you to fix it, especially if it’s affecting you like this.’ His voice is stern. ‘You should go talk to Galahad then, I’m not the guilty one here.’ You stand up for the first time in what feels like years, your knees and back hurting with every move. ‘I don’t have the energy for all this, go talk to him if you want to know more.’ Silently, you usher him out of your office and shut the door behind him. While you love your uncle, you really couldn’t deal with this right now.

The scotch in the corner of your office had been a little too appealing. That combined with the very limited amount of food you’d had over the past few days, made it very easy for you to become drunk. You sit in your chair feeling very sorry for yourself, as you do in such situations. ‘You know Ares, I’ll go talk to that asshole. He kisses me like that and then he avoids me all week. I suppose that’s not very gentlemanly of him.’ Standing up, you feel dizzy and you have to grab a hold of your desk to keep standing. The world seems to be turning and Ares looks to have multiple heads. ‘Fuck.’ You hadn’t realised how badly the scotch had affected you. Still, that didn’t stop you, and you stumble through your office door. The hallway is empty when you enter it, as is usual at this time of night in HQ. Galahad’s office is only a few doors down and you try to walk there as normally as you can. Taking a deep breath, you knock multiple times. When there’s no immediate answer, you knock again, but more loudly. ‘Galahad, I know you’re in there.’ Your voice is loud enough for him to hear on the other side of the door, but not loud enough to wake any of the other kingsmen. Though they probably wouldn’t wake up unless you screamed loudly enough for it to reach the other side of the estate. Moments pass, but the door is eventually opened by the agent. ‘Tristan.’ He greets you solemnly. ‘I need to talk to you, you pretentious asshole.’ The words fall out of your mouth and there is no stopping them. ‘You are no gentleman. You invite someone to talk to them alone after MONTHS, LITERAL MONTHS, of looking at each other longingly and flirting, then kiss them in the way you did and JUST WALK AWAY LIKE THAT?????’ He finally looks up at you and realises the state that you’re in. ‘WHAT IN THE HELLS IS WRONG WITH YOU INCOMPETENT PRICK????’ You jab your finger into his chest. ‘Tristan, you are in no state to discuss this, please go to bed.’ He grabs your hand. ‘YES I AM, I AM A GROWN ADULT THAT CAN MAKE THEIR OWN DECISIONS. YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER.’ ‘Yes you are, but you’re currently incapable of making any good decisions. So, please quiet down before you wake up Mr. Pickle.’ Before you’re able to respond, he grabs you and surprisingly easily throws you over his shoulder. ‘Now, I’ll be escorting you to bed, as you don’t seem to be capable of doing that yourself.’ He completely ignores your protests, which continue for about five minutes before you realise there’s nothing you can do about this situation. He only puts you down when you’re in front of your bedroom door, as he needs you to open it. ‘I’m going to put you down, but please stay quiet. I don’t want you to wake everyone up.’ You nod and mutter to yourself as he puts you down. ‘Still an asshole though.’ He laughs to himself. When you finally have both your feet on the ground again, you’re stable momentarily before you start falling over again. Galahad notices and steadies you by grabbing your shoulders. ‘Careful now, sweetness.’ His lips touch the shell of your ear and you slowly feel yourself going red. You ignore it though, steadying yourself with his help before walking to your door and unlocking it. When you try to open it you almost fall into your own room and so Harry catches you, before the world around you slowly goes dark.

The following morning you wake up in your own bed, not remembering how you got there in the first place. Ares sits next to your bed, looking up at you as you wake. ‘Morning, my boy.’ Your voice sounds more like a groan than anything else. He nudges your arm and softly barks when you eventually sit up. The light hurts your eyes as you look around, so you close your eyes and lay back down. Once you finally open them again, you notice that there’s a glass of water and a pack of paracetamol next to your bed. ‘Who put that there?’ You look at Ares and pet him before taking one of the pills followed by a gulp of water. The headache you have is slowly driving you insane, so hopefully this’ll help. Still, it remains unclear who actually put it there after probably finding you in quite the state. Usually, you could easily hold your liquor, but apparently your body had other plans yesterday. You do realise that you’re still in your clothes from the day before. So, you decide to get out of them and put on something more comfortable before calling Merlin. ‘Morning Merlin.’ Your voice is quite hoarse. ‘Ah Tristan, I was wondering when you’d call.’ He sounds quite amused for some unknown reason. ‘What do you mean?’ The Scot laughs. ‘Well, I got a notification earlier this morning that you’d be out of the office today because you’re ill. Thing is, agent Galahad is the one who notified me, which is a bit odd to be honest.’ You groan. ‘Well he’s right about me not feeling well.’ Slowly, you lay back in your bed.  Merlin didn’t talk to you for much longer after that and he remained quite vague about what Galahad had told him about the night before. Despite you desperately wanting to know what had happened the night before, you decided that would be a problem for tomorrow before heading back to sleep.

That night, a knock wakes you from your slumber. You almost jump out of your bed at the sound, scaring Ares a bit. ‘One moment please.’ You shout at the person behind the door before calming your dog. ‘I should take you out for a walk in a few, shouldn’t I? I’m so sorry Ares.’ After whispering that, you stand up and walk to your door. Opening it slowly, you reveal Merlin’s form. ‘Good evening Tristan.’ He smiles. ‘Thought I’d bring you some dinner.’ The tray he’s holding has a plate with a baked potato, some carrots and broccoli, and some beef, accompanied by a large glass of water and a cup of your favourite tea. He walks in once you’ve further opened your door, putting the tray on the small table that stands in the corner of your room. ‘Do sit down.’ His voice is soft. You do so silently, Ares laying down next to you. ‘Thank you.’ Your voice is soft and you start eating your first meal of the day. Merlin sits down across from you. ‘I do hope this was a one time thing, Tristan.’ He sighs and takes off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose with his other hand. ‘It won’t happen again, sir.’ Your voice can barely be heard from across the table. ‘Look, you’ve been doing flawlessly so far, so getting drunk and insulting go Galahad isn’t something that’ll affect you or your career in any way. It can, however, have an effect on how well you’re able to work with him in the foreseeable future.’ Your eyes don’t meet his. ‘Now that I’ve scolded you for getting drunk and acting in the way you did, I would like to know why. Harry hasn’t wanted to tell me anything and I’m against just checking your glasses if I can ask you.’ Your plate is only half finished but you’re already full and you put down your cutlery. ‘I’m not sure you want to know.’ Leaning back, you make yourself more comfortable in your chair. ‘Galahad has really said nothing?’ He shakes his head. ‘Well then, I suppose I’ll tell you what’s going on; under the condition that this will strictly stay between the two of us. Not even Galahad can know.’  ‘Why are you being so secretive about this?’ He enquires. ‘You’ll understand once you hear the full story. Now do you promise?’ You hold out your hand with your pinky ready for him to intertwine with. And he does. ‘I promise.’ A smile creeps onto  your face. This is something you’d always done with him when it comes to promises, starting when you were just a little kid. ‘So, as you may have noticed the past few weeks, there’s been some tension between me and Galahad, or Harry.’  You start. ‘But this has been an underlying issue for years now -‘ 

That night Merlin listened as you talked about how the situation between you and Galahad had unfolded over the past few years and more in detail about the past week or two. Understandably, it was quite a bit for him to take in, and at first he wasn’t certain how to feel or respond. If you hadn’t been who you are to him, he would’ve been fine with it. But with the familial ties you have, and the fact that he and Galahad are best friends, made him hesitate. Yet, he promises to keep quiet and have you and the other man resolve it by yourselves. He would, however, urge his friend to do so if the issue isn’t resolved within a week, meaning that you’ll have to hurry up when it comes to talking things out. He did make clear that he isn’t against you having a relationship with the older man, his tone may have even been slightly supportive, which was somewhat unexpected.

The next time you finally see Harry it’s Sunday. Exactly three days since you’d last seen him and had had the drunken encounter. There you stood, in front of his apartment, your heart pounding in your throat. He’d been at the shop the past few days while you were at the mansion. Merlin was quite convinced that Galahad was, in fact, avoiding you, so he’d suggested you go visit him that evening. Well, suggested was quite a loose term in this case. It was more that Merlin just dropped you off here and told you to ‘Go ahead and talk it out’. Obviously, this was his way of forcing you to do so, as he is quite sick of having the two of you avoiding each other.

Finally, you ring the doorbell and you stand there waiting nervously for Galahad to answer. He does after a few minutes and the confusion is quite evident on his face. When he doesn’t say anything, you start talking. ‘Sorry to bother you Galahad, but Merlin’s dropped me off so we can talk things out.’ You smile sheepishly and he sighs before letting you in.  You have never been inside his home before, so you look around curiously as he leads you into his kitchen. He was wearing his usual attire, save for the glasses. Apparently, he had been cooking dinner when you rang his doorbell. As you look around the room, not moving, he clears his throat. ‘Would you like to join me for dinner Tristan?’ The question is logical, yet you aren’t certain whether he actually wants you to join or if he’s asking it out of obligation. You’re hoping it’s the former rather than the latter. ‘If you don’t mind. Otherwise we can talk and then I’ll leave, I don’t wish to intrude Galahad.’ He motions you to sit down. ‘I would love for you to join me, I’m almost finished cooking dinner anyway, so do feel free to have a seat.’ When you do so, he turns around to face the stove once again before finishing dinner. It is a simple yet delicious meal, and you appreciate the gesture of him inviting you to join him. It is mostly spent in silence, save for a few comments appreciating his skill, or talking about the goings on at the shop and HQ. 

After dinner, Harry offers you a cup of tea before pouring one for himself and sitting down across from you. It is silent for a few minutes before he finally speaks again. ‘I would like to apologise.’ His voice is soft. ‘I should’ve handled this situation differently and not have run away in the way I did.’ As he says this, his eyes divert. ‘It is just that I was, and still am, quite uncertain of how to go about this. I do not wish to hurt you, but in my attempt to do so I did the opposite of what I had intended. I thought you were too pure, too kind. You’re too sweet, too sweet for a bitter man like me. Yet here I am, madly in love with you and confessing my feelings.’ When he finishes talking he looks you in the eye once more. There’s emotion in them, seemingly a mix of sadness and regret. ‘Galahad, I don’t know what to say.’ You pause. ‘I understand why you may have hesitated to approach me in the way you did, however, I am quite confused as to why you ran away so suddenly. You are the one that made the initial move and I never approached you because you were likely to have reservations about breaking kingsman code, yet you gave me hope by inviting me to the library to talk. And for a moment, when you kissed me, I thought we could be together, even if it was just for a moment.’ Slowly, you stand up from your chair. Putting down your cup of tea in the process. ‘Then you went ahead and ripped my heart out by walking away like that. As if I mean nothing to you, as if you weren’t the one that made the first move.’ You raise your voice a bit, but try to stay calm. Following your example, he stands up as well and starts walking towards you. ‘I truly am sorry but it is up to you whether or not you forgive me.’ He looks down into your eyes. ‘What will happen if I forgive you, Harry?’ The two of you are almost touching each other, only a few centimetres between your faces. ‘I shall take you on a date and be your partner. That is, if you’ll have me.’ Rather than answering him with words, you pull his tie and kiss him passionately.

[stumped-on-bennington]

Hacking The Heart

Pairing: Merlin (Hamish Mycroft) x Fem!Reader

AU where Roxy and Merlin survive the Golden Circle

Summary: It's been some time since the incident at Poppy Land, but the Kingsmen are still understaffed, so the Statesmen send their personal tech wiz, Agent Vodka, out to lend the knights at the round table a helping hand.

Author's note: this whole thing is inspired by several other Merlin fics that I really liked, as well as being heavily inspired by this video from PebblesASMR. It's a good listen, so I suggest you check it out!

Word count: 3.3k+

Alias: Agent Vodka

Age: 25

Skills: Hacking and technology 

Alliance: Statesmen 

~~~

Y/N was a… troubled child, to say the least. She grew up in the suburbs, usually getting into more trouble than her grades would reflect. Fights, stealing, and a slew of other infractions dirtied her reputation in her teen years, so much so that she was sent to military school by her father. There, she learned combat, how to use her hacking skills for good, and a fair bit of manners.

At the age of 20, she had found herself back in trouble, that was, hacking the local school district’s database; taking money from teenagers who needed their grades raised or just needed their files cleaned up. One day while doing her normal hacking routine, she stumbled onto the payroll side of the servers, noticing how one of the superintendents was getting way more money than they should have been. A little more digging found that funds intended for renovations were being funneled straight into the bank account of this superintendent. So, a few screenshots were taken and sent off to the local government, anonymously of course, and within the next week, said superintendent was released from their duties.  

It then only took a few days after for Y/N to have a knock on her door. A well dressed woman stood on Y/N’s front porch, much too small to be a detective. She introduced herself as Agent Whisky, stating that her organization had taken note of her recent activities, and that Y/N’s skills could be useful to them. Y/N was skeptical at first, seeing as a random woman was wanting to take her away to an undisclosed location, but after a few hours of talking Y/N decided to trust Whisky. 

That was about 5 years ago. Now working with the Statesmen, Y/N goes by the code name Agent Vodka, but she is usually called ‘Vod’ by her teammates.  Y/N had gone on several missions, but was soon put into the position of ‘Tech Wiz’, as the team liked to call it; hacking into databases, conducting remote surveillance, and just conducting general tech needs for the Statesmen. 

One day, while doing some maintenance work on some of the tech for an upcoming mission, Champ, the Statesmen’s leader, entered the lab. 

“We need to ship you off to London.” Champ said, in this thick country accent. 

“I’m sorry?” Y/N said, needing more information on this sudden task.

“Our brother organization, the Kingsmen, are still having problems getting their numbers back up after the Poppy incident.” Champ said as he slowly walked across the room, “We need to send you over to them to help out with a mission they are currently on, and considering your skill sets, you're the best candidate for the job.”

Y/N let out a long sigh as she leaned back in her chair. “When does the jet take off?”

“0600 tomorrow morning. I suggest you pack a raincoat, I hear it gets mighty wet this time of year.” Champ says with a smile as he leaves the lab, leaving Y/N to take in the sudden task presented to her.

~~~

As the jet lands in the hidden docks, Y/N collects her belongings, making her way to the door and down the stairs. She is greeted by 3 men and a woman, along with her teammate, Tequila. 

“Welcome, Agent Vodka. I am Agent Merlin, this is Agent Galahad, Agent Lancelot, and… also Agent Galahad.” the tallest man said, he was clean shaven, even his scalp. Merlin had gestured to each of the agents as he went through their names. 

“You can just call me Harry,” said the second Galahad. Smiling as he stuck his hand out for a handshake. Y/N smiled and shook his hand before turning to Tequila, “Long time, no see, huh, Tequila?” 

Tequila smiled, having traded in his old cowboy hat for a bowler hat. “It’s been a minute hasn’t it, Vod?” After Agent Galahad introduced himself, telling Y/N to call him Eggsy, as well as Agent Lancelot, who told her to call her Roxy, the group moved into the main building, the mansion known as Kingsmen HQ. 

Tequila gave Y/N a tour, showing her all the facilities and where she would be staying. After putting her stuff in her room, everyone was called into the briefing room. 

Harry began the meeting by recapping on what they already know: They were following Raymond Gavara, a man who sought to overload the World Wide Web and telecoms in order to fry all technology so he could rebuild the tech industry on his own databases and to reset the world’s financial institute structure. Basically, he wanted to bring the world back to a cash only society and make everyone buy his computers and phones to rake in billions. 

Harry then gave the floor to Merlin, who then showed everyone Gavara’s pictures and what they knew about him. Tequila, Eggsy, and Roxy were all given tasks and sent out, meanwhile Y/N was brought into the Kingsmen’s tech lab, where she was shown where she would be working from and what the team needed from her.

~~~

Several months had passed and the progress on the mission was moving slowly. Every time Merlin and Y/N would get a lead in tracking or hacking into Gavara’s database, they were almost instantly blocked. Firewall after firewall, cypher after cypher, it was just one thing after another and they could only do so much decoding with the information they had. 

However, that didn’t mean there wasn’t any down time. With three trouble makers in the same place, Y/N, Eggsy, and Tequila got into a lot of mischief. It started just as a small joke, that Merlin was strung so tight that he probably did not have the ability to laugh. So Y/N went to work, setting little pranks up, trying to get the stoic Merlin to even just crack a smile. It started small, like making faces during meetings with him, then it was the traps placed at his desk, like glitter bombs or spring snakes. Even just trying to make dumb jokes while they both typed away in the tech lab, but nothing seemed to work. 

One day, while Y/N was trying to crack the code on one of Gavara’s firewalls, the team was called into the debriefing room. 

“So, we have a bit of a lead on someone who may be in contact with Gavara. Thomas Write, a professor of economics at the University of Cambridge, has been seen making a few too many ‘coincidental’ bump-ins with known associates of Gavara.” Harry said as he looked at everyone at the table, “While it's not much to go off of, we still need Mr. Write to be tracked and watched for the next couple days. Seeing as Merlin and Vodka haven’t made much progress on getting through Gavara’s database, we will need to go all in on a physical approach to destroying his servers. Eggsy and Tequila, you are to go to the warehouse that stores the servers in Switzerland. Merlin, you will go and keep an eye on Write, make sure he is not involved in Gavara’s plans. As for Roxy and Vodka, you two will stay here.” 

Everyone nodded in agreement with Harry’s plan, getting up and leaving the room to prepare for the mission. However, Merlin stayed in the room, looking dissatisfied as everyone left.

 As everyone else cleared out, Y/N stood outside the door, listening to the two men talk.

“Are you serious Harry? A surveillance mission on someone who most likely isn’t even involved?” Y/N recognized the Scottish accent as Merlin’s. 

“It’s just a precaution, Merlin. We don't want another incident like with Professor Arnold. You’ll be put up in a hotel across the street from Write’s condo.” Harry said, trying to ease the angry Scott. 

“Well then why don't you send that insufferable Agent Vodka then? All she does is distract me from my work here at HQ.” Merlin nearly barked back. Y/N was a little hurt by his words, ‘Am I really that bad?’ she thought to herself, ‘a little annoying, sure, but insufferable?’ 

Just as Y/N was about to walk away, she heard Harry call for her through the door. 

‘Shit,’ she thought as she pushed the door open to look at the two men waiting in the room.

“Since you seem so concerned about Merlin’s mission that you felt the need to listen in on our conversation, you will be joining Merlin on the surveillance of Thomas Write.” Harry said, causing Merlin to look at him, wide eyes, a hint of anger clear on his face.

“Harry, you can’t be-” Merlin began, but was quickly cut off by Harry.

“Didn’t you just say that Agent Vodka should be on this task as well?” Harry raised an eyebrow toward Merlin, a silent dare to question his authority. 

“Yes, sir.” Merlin said, admitting defeat, but still with a tinge of anger in his voice. 

“Then it's settled, both of you get packed. You have an hour before you leave and I'll have your alias’ in the car.” Harry said before Merlin stomped off out of the room. Y/N nodded and quickly left, rushing to her room to pack some clothes as well as her mobile units. 

The car ride to the hotel was awkward. Not only was it obvious that Merlin didn’t like Y/N, but their alias was that of a married couple. Because of course it was. The Hotel was also nothing to write home about, a small dingy room with a twin bed and a small bathroom. The only reason Y/N could tell that this room was selected for the stakeout was the large window that faced Thomas Write’s condo, giving a perfect view of his living room as well as the entrance to the condo building. 

As soon as Merlin and Y/N entered the room, they began setting up. Y/N got onto her mobile unit and found Write’s wifi network, remotely installing bugging software on all his devices and gaining access to his security cameras. Merlin went out and quickly placed a GPS tracker on Write’s car before returning to the hotel room. As Merlin entered the room Y/N waves her hands in front of the computer screens, acting as if she was an assistant presenting a product on the sales channel. Merlin just sighs and moves past Y/N, taking the chair that she was previously sitting in and begins montering Write through the cameras.

~~~

It was the third day of the stakeout and Merlin hadn’t taken his eyes off of the screens. Y/N was mostly on food duty, dipping out of the hotel to grab take out and coffee. This was supposed to be a team effort, but it seemed that every time Y/N took over surveillance so that Merlin could rest, he always pushed her out of the way and took back over. 

It was starting to become another long night. Y/N had just grabbed some takeout and was entering the hotel room, only to see Merlin still watching Write do… nothing still. 

“About time you got back, I sent you out hours ago, what took so long?” Merlin said, impatiently.

“There was a really long line at the Chinese restaurant and they make everything on the spot so-” but before Y/N could finish, Merlin interrupted her, “Oh, whatever. Just bring my food over here so I can eat and do surveillance.” Y/N takes Merlin’s takeout box out of the bag and places it on the desk next to Merlin, along with a fork. Immediately Merlin begins digging into his food, a stark contrast from his usually well put together demeanor. 

With food still in his mouth he clears his throat before speaking, “You know what I don’t understand? Is why you agreed with Harry to come here with me, or why he wanted to put you on this task in the first place. This isn’t even anything difficult or special, just monitoring for the sake of making sure all of our bases are covered. And what I also don't understand is why you insist on making my life a living hell through all of this. I’m doing all the heavy lifting for this task, and yet you still find ways to get in the way or just cause inconveniences for me.” As Merlin speaks, he doesn’t look away from the screens, still watching as Write fiddles about his study. 

“Hey, I'm doing my best here. And it's not like I’m not doing anything, I've been bringing you food and trying to help, but you just keep pushing me aside to do it yourself!” Y/N counters back, causing Merlin to swive in his chair to face her.

“Don’t give me that. I have to take over all the tasks because you either do it wrong or take too long to do it. Just the other day, you said you were going to go check out some shady individuals that were mucking around at the condo’s entrance, only to go off and get yourself coffee, AND you didn’t even bring me back any!” 

“I told you, I didn’t know what you would even want, it's one of those fancy places that does mostly iced coffee. Besides, I brought back donuts.”

“Yea, but the donuts were for you. There were like 6 and you ate 4 of them before I could even get a chance to see what you brought.” Merlin was now staring daggers at Y/N through his nearly bloodshot eyes, red from hours of staring at the screens. 

Y/N looked at Merlin with a look of disbelief, coupled with a tinge of anger and annoyance.

“Well, besides the point, all you do is sit here and distract me. I would have gotten by on this mission by myself just fine and still gotten more work done, and I'm not even talking about just this task, the whole mission. You know I was excited to work with you when the Statesmen first sent you over. I thought ‘maybe this won't be so bad. Maybe I'll finally get to work with someone who is competent and-and will be able to actually help me get all this work done.’ but no, I got you, the insufferable yank that likes to spend her time harassing me and annoying me at every waking second.” 

“Harass and annoy you? Look, I was just trying to have fun, to give you a distraction, a mental break from work, ok?” Y/N says, now almost laughing with annoyance at the way Merlin perceives her.

“For fun?” Merlin gives a half mocking and half sleep deprived laugh, “Why? It’s obvious to me, and everyone else at HQ, that you hate me. And you know what? The feeling is mutual.” Merlin then turns back to the screens, seeing that Write hasn’t moved from his previous place in his condo. 

The room is silent. As Merlin turns around again, he see’s Y/N with an almost pout on her face.

“Oh what? Why are you making that face?” He says, annoyance present in his Scottish accent.

“You hate me?” she says.

“What? Is it not clear that we have this hate-hate relationship?” Merlin says in almost disbelief.

Y/N stays silent for a second before speaking again, “I don’t hate you.” 

“Then why? Then why do you insist on doing all your little pranks, hm?” Merlin crosses his arms, waiting for a response.

“Because I want you to have fun. I want you to relax a little. You're always so serious and tense. I get that, because of our line of work, you have to be, but you should be able to stop and laugh some times.” Y/n says, taking a few steps closer to Merlin now. 

“Well, I-I can be plenty of fun actually!” a slight blush creeps up on Merlin’s face, taken aback by Y/N’s reasoning. “I can have plenty of fun. Just ask Eggsy or Harry, they’ll tell you, that… I’m, uh… fun” Merlin’s words fall off, realizing that he may have been a bit too harsh on you, with his lack of sleep causing him to act too brash.

“Well… if you don't do it because you hate me.. Then… why? Why do you want me to have fun?” Merlin looks down, not making eye contact with Y/N.

“Well…” Y/N takes another step towards Merlin before she is standing directly in front of him, her knees nearly touching his. “Maybe it'll be easier if I just showed you.”

“Show me what-” Merlin is cut off by Y/N grabbing him by his sweater, pulling him closer so she can plant her lips on his. Merlin is shocked at the sudden kiss, unmoving for a moment before relaxing and closing his eyes, kissing her back. His hands instinctively going up to rest on her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss becomes heated with both their lips dancing together. 

Just then Merlin comes to his senses, pulling back, “Wait! Wait, wait, wait.” Merlin catches his breath and adjusts his glasses. “What was… that?” 

Y/N, still high on her own confidence, looks right at Merlin with an unreadable expression, “A kiss.” 

“Well, yea I know that. B-but what I mean is why… Did you kiss me?” Merlin says as he is still breathing heavily. Y/N lets out a sigh as she stands up straight, “Jesus, Merlin.” she begins.

“No, I know, but I mean we can’t be… we’re working together now and we just… the regulations and-and the stakeout, and I thought you hated me and now… this.” Merlin gestures his hands around, alluding to what just happened. 

“Damnit, Merlin. Is it so hard to think that I do what I do to you because I like you? That I’ve been staying up to ungodly hours here with you because I want to keep you company? If I hated you, then I would have told Harry to shove it and gone back to the Statesmen. I stay because…” Just as Y/N get to the last couple of thoughts that are running through her mind, she feels the words stick to her tongue, “Because I think I love you.” 

This time Merlin is the one to jump to his feet, wrapping one arm around Y/N’s waist and the other grabs the back of her head, pulling her into a deep kiss. And this time it’s Y/N’s turn to be surprised before returning the kiss, their lips moving together. Merlin runs his tongue along Y/N’s bottom lip, testing the waters.

Y/N pulls back slightly, looking up at Merlin. “What about the regulations?” She says with a slight smirk on her face.

Merlin returns the smirk, “I lied, there are no regulations.” The two rejoin, Y/N hand cupping the back of Merlin’s head as the other rests on his chest, gripping at the fabric of his sweater. 

Just as Merlin begins to walk Y/N back towards the bed in the room, he gets a call on his glasses, quickly pulling away and answering.

“Yes? Mm. mhm. I see. Good work Eggsy. Yes, see you soon.” He says before tapping the side to end the call.

“What was it, Merlin?” Y/N asks.

“Eggsy. He says they’ve completed the mission and that Gavara has been neutralized. We’re free to wrap up here.” 

Y/N looks down, about to step away from Merlin before he pulls her back, his arm still around her waist. 

“He also says that next time I decide to engage in… extracurricular activities, I should make sure to disable my video calls.” Merlin double taps the side of his glasses before taking them off and placing them on the desk. “ And please, call me ‘Hamish’.” Merlin then leans down and takes Y/N’s mouth again before continuing with the actions he had already set in motion.

[specialagentlokitty]

Eggsy x reader - takes some time

Hey, saw that you take requests for Kingsmen? If that’s right, would you write one about meeting Eggsy in the field and you eventually get recruited to Kingsmen and you guys are perfect partners? - Anon💜

Holding your umbrella in front of you, you scanned the area, looking at all of the unconscious guards in front of you.

“You were supposed to wait.”

“If a gentleman cannot turn up on time that is not my issue Merlin.” You snapped back.

The man sighed, and asked you to look around again so you did.

“He’s on his way no, do not enter that building without Galahad.”

“I will not refer to him by that name until he earns that title.”

You took your glasses off, placing them in your pocket as you began to move some of the guards out of sight.

That’s when Eggsy turned up, covered in snow and dirt, and you looked at him, scoffing a little bit.

“I suppose they will let anybody become an agent now. Not only are you late, you are a state.”

“Hey! It’s not easy climbing up half a snowy mountain you know.”

“You should be more prepared whelp, hurry up and let’s get this over with, I need to be home by this evening.”

Eggsy scoffed as he trailed behind you, trying to clear some of the snow from his suit.

“Are you an agent?” He asked.

“No, I’m an agent in training, they just so happened to need my skills on this mission.”

“So… wouldn’t that make you a whelp.”

“Eggsy I wouldn’t mock them if I were you, (Y/N) here is single handedly the best candidate we’ve had, and is particularly skilled in hand ti hand combat.”

“Anybody can do that Merlin.”

You both cleared the room you needed, and you set your unbrella down.

“That’s not why I’m in this mission. We need two sets of hands to break the mainframe, Merlin can do it in the outside we need somebody on the inside, you’re to keep me from being killed.”

Sitting down, you began typing, and Eggsy sat in the table next to you, sometimes watching you, but mostly just watching the door.

“Got it, let’s go.”

“What’s the hurry? Shouldn’t we clear the place?”

You looked at Eggsy and blinked a couple of times.

“Are you insane? It’s going to blow up, let’s go!” You snapped.

Grabbing your umbrella you ran off and he had to sprint in order to keep with with you.

You jumped on your jetski and waited for him, and sped as far down the mountain before running away from the bottom.

That was the first mission you two ever had together, and he hadn’t heard word of you for months after so he assumed you hadn’t made into the agency.

Until his next mission he was paired with you once again.

At first your two didn’t get along, but given how well you worked with one another you were always stuck together when working.

And slowly you became friends, and you were both unstoppable.

“So, me and you, drinks tonight at yours.” Eggsy said walking into your office.

Looking up from your paperwork, you scoffed a little bit at him.

“Still not very gentleman like I see.”

“This is as good as you’re gonna get, a suit and some basic manners.”

“Basic manners is not inviting yourself to other people’s homes.”

“You can’t say shit! You invited yourself to my house last week because you were out of salt and nowhere was open!” He huffed.

“Well how else am I supposed eat my chips Eggsy?!”

“I’m coming to your house and if you lock the door I’m breaking the lock! Do you want me to bring food?!”

“Pizza!”

He grinned a little at you and left.

Laughing, you shook your head and finished your paperwork before gathering your things to head to floor you needed to get back home.

“We have a mission tomorrow.”

“That’s tomorrow not today so I could not care less.”

“How the hell did you even get hired?”

Sitting in the seat, you gestured for the other agent to sit before closing the door.

“Keep pushing your luck Eggsy and I’ll tell everybody what your real name is.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Course I do Gary.” You grinned.

“Oh god…”

You smirked at him, glancing at your watch before looking back up.

“I did my research.”

“Why?!”

“I was bored.”

He huffed, and you laughed a little, grabbing the keys from your pocket so you could get to your car.

“Go get pizza.”

“Wow aren’t even gonna drive me?”

“Oh for god sake fine.”

Eggsy snickered, running past you, snatching your car keys from you.

You guys were perfect partners, unstoppable, best friends, but god did you sometimes feel like you were babysitting an overgrown child

[thatlittlered]

Being pregnant with Harry’s child would include... {Part 2}

A/N: I wasn’t planning on doing more of these but this sweet anon won me over. Also, this GIF is huge, but like, more of him to appreciate, ya know?

Requested anonymously: I know it was done before but can you do more of these "being pregnant with Harry's child" Harry Hart headcanon-styled thing? It was adorable^^            

he’s your pillow now, there’s nothing he can do about it

the groans this man has to suppress every night after you elbow him in the gut for the tenth time while constantly maneuvering around in search of a position that’s at least somewhat comfortable

and then you get up to pee

and you have to do it all over

every ten to fifteen minutes at best

yeah, your Saturday nights are wild nowadays

poor Harry is so sweet and understanding with everything

even when you throw the paper roll at him when he comes to check if you’re okay because you’ve spent the entire morning with your head in the toilet....and then yell at him that you’re never letting him touch you again once this demon is out of you

even then, he adores you

pampering has gained a whole new meaning, you might not be able to go back to how it was before

you’re not lifting a pinky when he’s around

at first, you thought he would get a cleaning lady to help around the house but nooo, Mr. Hart has got it covered

you only get help around the last month because you’re so absolutely done with pregnancy and laying around all day, Harry takes the month off to support his fed up princess and cuddle with you is all he has to do

 ...and run outside in the middle of the night because of your cravings

BUT let me tell you, former Agent Galahad has got one hell of a poker face

you snap and you cry and you pee all the time but your darling hubby is unfazed, all he does is love you more because you’re his sweetheart and you carry around his little miracle

[ardentloves]

The letter

Harry Hart x Reader

Warm, salty tears fell and trailed down his cheeks, staining them. Hastily, he brushed them away as if their absence could make the pain he felt lessen, as if the lack of evidence of all that he felt could eradicate the grief that had been consuming him since you had died.

Taking a deep breath he pushed down the cool, metal handle of the wooden, black door that gave entrance to your apartment. To your home.

It was the first time he had ever been here without you. He had always hoped that he would never have to go here under these circumstances- he had always hoped he would never have to go to try to say goodbye.

Pulling open the door he made his way into the apartment that was so quintessentially you it was painful. Everything was so much worse here. The grief was greater and the memories of the mission which had etched itself into his mind, was so much more vivid.

In an effort to distract himself he walked over to the large bookshelf that you had pushed against one of the walls and began to read the titles of the many novels that sat on it. His eyes were immediately drawn to the book you had proclaimed your 'absolute favourite' and he pulled it down from the shelf.

As he flicked through the thick well read pages of the novel he found a handwritten letter you had evidently stuffed into the book, tucked between two pages in the middle.

He smiled slightly at that- you rarely used bookmarks and instead used whatever was nearby to mark your page in the book. The smile however immediately dropped from his face and he felt as though someone had lodged a knife in his gut as he began to read the letter.

Harry,

I never thought that it would be this painful, I never thought that your death would effect me this much. Yet, when I saw Valentine shoot you, when I realized that this time there would be no chance of an escape, a rescue or a miraculous recovery, when I realized that this time you were dead I felt that I had lost everything.

Until then I never realized how important you had become to me and how much you meant to me.

I was so blind I never realized that I loved you, that I had almost always loved you until I lost you. And now you're gone, it's so fucking painful and it hurts so much.

And I know that I will never ever forget you.

Y/n

The ground seemed to sway beneath him as he reached the end of the letter and he sank to the floor, his back leaning against the wall. The tears fell faster. They poured down his face and he was powerless to stop them. He clutched hold of the letter desperately, clinging hold of it as if it was a precious treasure despite the pain and regret its contents gave.

"I... I loved you too" he whispered.

[echothefandomeater]

Lean On Your Team

Paring: Agent Galahad Jr x GN!Reader x Agent Whiskey

Genre/Warning: Talks of blood, injury on the shoulder and passing out in the shower. Eggsy and Whiskey argue (but what's new there.) The reader is also a kingsman agent so it’s suggested that they’re British.

Words: 908

Summary: Hiding an injury from two Agents argue a lot and who care a lot about you is easy until you pass out in the bath and they have to help you.

A/N: Does this make sense? Probably not since I wrote this from my late night writing inspiration. Apologies if Eggsy and Whiskey seem out of character, this is the first time I’ve written them properly. I’ve been having massive Kingsman brain rot so if you like this piece feel free to send any other requests for Kingsman characters (literally any of them from the first two movies.)

The bickering between them was starting to get on your nerves. 

“If you would have been careful with your shot-“ Eggsy cut Whiskey off. 

“Well if you hadn’t tried to tie him up as I was shooting-” this time, you cut them off.

“Can you both just shut the fuck up?!” Both of the men looked taken back at your sudden outburst “You have been arguing ever since we left and in case you couldn’t tell, all three of us are tired! So please I would like to get to the safehouse without developing a headache.”

This seemed to shut both agents up and the silence felt like heaven to your ears.

You all continued walking. You looked down at your shoulder and lifted your suit jacket lightly. You held back a grimace at the blood not wanting to worry the already injured Whiskey and Eggsy about your injury, you would just clean it up when you got to your own room.

—-

Finally you all arrived, in true southern fashion Whiskey took off his shoes before entering the safe house and collapsing on the couch, Eggsy followed suit and looked like he was about to fall asleep right there. You on the other hand began making your way up the stairs to your temporary room. You couldn’t wait to get these disgusting clothes off and put on fresh ones.

You shut the door and went into the bathroom turning on the shower, even just the steam building up from the hot shower made you sigh in relief. You carefully dragged the clothes off your body, occasionally your clothes would stick to the wound making you hiss from the pain.

Eventually you got into the shower and it felt like such a relief, such a relief that you started getting sleepy, you tried to catch yourself before you fell asleep but the last thing you remember seeing was the ceiling.

—---

The crash heard from the bathroom had both agents up and off the couch with weapons ready. Eggsy nodded silently towards the stairs and Whiskey nodded back.

Slowly with Eggsy leading they made their way up the stairs with minimum creaking from the stairs. They made their way towards your room hearing the sound of the shower, they pushed the door open and Eggsy called out your name, when no response came he made his way to the bathroom. 

He stopped nervously, his hand hovered over the door handle, scared what he would find behind the door. Images of you lying there dead because someone was here and they didn’t check flashed through his head. He was terrified to lose you after what happened to Roxie albeit his feelings were less platonic but he still couldn’t stand it, he never wanted to lose anyone like that again.

Whiskey watched him and could see the nerves on his face, he could admit he was having the same feelings of fear but he couldn’t stand by so he pushed Eggsy out the way. He pushed the door open.

The sight of you bleeding passed out in the shower made both their hearts jump. 

—--

Next time you woke up it was in the bed. You opened your eyes slowly and squinted at the low light of the room. What caught your attention though was both Eggsy and Jack watching you from the bottom of bed, no suit jackets or ties and sleeves rolled up, Jack didn’t even have his hat on. 

They were both frowning, Eggsy had his hands in his pockets and Whiskey had his crossed across his chest. You spoke and it came out very dry. “Don’t tell me you two have been arguing again” neither of them responded.

Jack left the room muttering something about water to Eggsy and he nodded. Once Jack had left Eggsy approached you “when were you planning on telling us you got stabbed?” He spoke to you like he did to Galahad Sr when he was reckless and it made you scowl. Still you made no eye contact with him.

“Agent Percival” The use of your codename made your eyes automatically snap up to his, the look he gave you made it clear he wasn’t giving up so easily.

You huffed “I was going to deal with it myself but I didn’t exactly plan on passing out in the shower.” His eyes narrowed.

“You seem to have forgotten the most vital part of your training, Percival” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion “teamwork.” You rolled your eyes at how cheesy it sounded when he said it.

Jack came back into the room with a glass of water and a pack of painkillers, he handed them to you. “He’s right, it's something they nail into our heads at Statesman, there's a reason multiple Agents are assigned to cases” once again you rolled your eyes before finally speaking up. 

“Okay I get it! You don’t need to treat me like a child just because I’m less experienced than you both” You snapped at them before taking two painkillers out the packet and taking them with the water you were given.

Finally Eggsy sighed “Just next time…” you prepared yourself for another lecture but he trailed off like he was unsure what to say.

“Ask for our help when you need to” Jack finished for him. Your pissed off attitude retreated slightly seeing both their faces soften an inch.

“Yea I will… I’ll make sure I do”

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JEALOUS HARRY HART - KINGSMAN

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

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

Pairing: Harry Hart ( Kingsman ) × Fem!Reader

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

First and Second part here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kingsman One Shots

Important Note: I will write fluff and angst but no smut or self harm I’m just not comfortable writing it.

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❤️‍🩹- Angst, 💕-Fluff, 💔- Self Doubt/ Insecurity

People I Write For - 

Kingsman: Secret Service

Eggsy (Galahad)

Hamish (Merlin)

Harry (Galahad)

Roxy (Lancelot)

Kingsman: Golden Circle

Agent Whiskey

The King’s Man

Orlando Oxford (Arthur) 

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Archie Reid (Lancelot) 

Shola (Merlin)

Polly (Galahad)

Erik Jan Hanussen

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We won’t live in a castle (a fluffy Galahad x GN reader)

A/N: Hello Lovelies! I know this came out of nowhere but I just watched the first Kingsman movie and I realized there’s not enough love for Harry (LOOK AT THE HANDSOME GENTLEMAN) and I decided to fix that. I hope you all enjoy it. Also, the song mentioned in the story is a real song from my first college before it shut down and this song would always make me cry because of how sweet it was. The song talks about how love can out weigh materialistic things and how it will never end. Enjoy! ____________________________________

It was a stormy evening in England, the only light outside was the bright embrace of the lamp posts that decorated the streets and you were cuddled up inside on the couch reading a classic novel of your choice. Peaceful nights didn’t often come by like this, but unfortunately this didn’t mean the same for Harry, aka Galahad. Being a Kingsman could be very demanding of time, which you knew that when you started dating Harry because you were one of his missions.

As two hours passed by, you had picked up a second book of your choice and you started to read while listening to the storms outside and the crackling of the fireplace. All was quiet and peaceful until you heard a sigh after the closing of the front door. “Darling, I’m home” Harry spoke out as he put his coat on the rack and his shoes on the mat before walking into the living room. “How was work?” You asked as you put your book down after marking it and you sat up a bit to look at him. “Exhausting” he looked at you with tired eyes as he put his hands in his pockets and stared at the fire place. “Come snuggle with me and I’ll make it better” you chuckled and patted your lap before lying back down on the couch.

Harry smiled slightly and shook his head affectionately as he couldn’t say no to quiet time with his S/O especially after the day he had. Harry soon gently crawled ontop of you and lied down acting as a human weighted blanket and you ran your hands through his dark brown hair. “Wanna talk about it?” You asked and Harry shook his head as he placed his glasses on the table “Nothing really to talk about just a bunch of dead ends today” he sighed.

You nodded in understanding and you continued to play with his hair before looking at him “I know it’s frustrating, love, but you’ll figure it out. You always do.” Harry just stared at the fireplace and he just shrugged slightly “I just worry that it may be too late before we do figure it out.” You look at Harry with soft eyes and you gently run your nails over his back in a soothing pattern “Moments like this is where it’s important to remember that even though you’re a kingsman, you’re still human and you need to take care of yourself too.” Harry was about to respond with a comment but he remained silent when he knew you were right. “I know what will make you feel better, just close your eyes and relax.” Harry nodded and he wrapped his arms around your waist as you hummed softly before quietly singing a special song and continued playing with his hair.

“We won’t live in a castle,

But love will light every room.

Love will shine in your eyes and mine

As bright as the golden moon.”

“Laugh with me in the sunshine,

Weep with me in the rain.

Love me dear and you’ll have me near.

You’ve only to call my name”

You finished out the last note after repeating the chorus a second time and you were about to ask Harry how he felt only to hear his soft breathing and see the soft movements of his chest moving with each breath as he slept. You chuckle softly at his peaceful form and you kiss his head before putting another blanket on top of him “Goodnight, love”.

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It’s okay to cry - Harry Hart x Reader ( Kingsman )

word count : 1,1k

[ Fluff / Angst / Slight self harm trigger warning ]

A new mission was coming up for the Kingsman and to describe it with two words - hectic. loud.

It was more than chaotic in the headquarter.

As it seemed, nearly everyone was more than stressed about the mission, yourself definitely included. It would be third mission for you with Kingsman.

Merlin was once a very good friend of your family and knew you since you were a little child and one day he had met you again - he hadn’t really recognised you because of the way you had grown into a woman. But he had remembered some of your abilities even as a child and asked you desperately for help on something. After that he started to uncover and see a lot more of potential in your nondescript appearance.

You remember the day you firstly visited the Huntsman and met Agent Galahad and Eggsy, it was a rainy and cold day in London, the streets were dark and filled up with loud traffic but the sound of the rain pattering down still was able to calm everything down. Right from the start they were friendly and well-mannered towards you ( Harry more than Eggsy ), helping you with everything that came up. Even if they didn’t really wanted to admit it they weren’t sure if this was the right job for you, both of them underestimated you just because of your small and bubbly appearance. But after the first field mission was a whole success these thoughts were blown away completely - you were more intelligent and nimbly than they had thought. Merlin was quite impressed himself and since then he wanted to keep you under the wings of Kingsman.

You felt totally welcomed and happily agreed on helping them in the future. Having both Eggsy and Harry at your side made you feel more secure that ever.

-

Saying that you were tired was an big understatement, the night was really though for you without being able to fall asleep for hours.

With slow and small steps you made your way into the office, where the three Kingsman already were waiting for you. Only a quiet, mumbled ‘good morning’ left your lips as you took your seat at the massive table, wich was filled with information about the upcoming mission.

Merlin could feel that something was more than wrong with you, he felt concerned at first but he brushed it off for now so he could start to talk about the stuff you all had to know.

It was more than hard to any kind of eye contact with the three of them, just because you hated to be seen as vulnerable or weak.

You could feel Harry’s eyes burning at you, it was really unusual for you to behave like that, even when you were tired or grumpy, he highly suspected that something different was off today, he was worried.

Harry has become your soft spot, if you wanted to admit it or not, the british man completely had you melting whenever he would throw a small smile at you. The way he looked at you made you always feel anxious and excited at the same time, his always well-mannered behaviour was only a reason to adore him even more.

You would never admit your like towards him, I mean he was like this towards anyone, wasn’t he?

The meeting lasted about 40 minutes and shortly after that the wardrobe for this mission came in. This time the three of you would need special clothing which was already costing made.

Eggsy was the one who started to unpack the stuff and looked through it, a sly smirk slowly creeped on his lips as he gave Harry his suit.

“ Well damn, the outfits are looking so spicy this time!”

You only could slightly shake your head at his comment. Again you could feel Harry’s eyes on you, you wanted to look at him this time but in that moment Eggsy turns towards you and have you your clothing. Your eyes were literally burning holes in the fabric, your nerves were starting to get the worst of you.

Instantly you started to shake your head, every colour leaving your face.

“ I can’t wear this.” Your voice was so quit that the Agents turned their heads towards you, looking kind of confused.

" I can’t wear this. It has short sleeves. I’m not wearing something that doesn’t has long sleeves.” This time your voice was louder and more stern.

Harry was worried about you the whole time since you stepped in this morning but this was even more concerning to him. Eggsy couldn’t really understand what the problem was with wearing some short sleeved.

He couldn’t knew why you were acting that way, none of them could.

Galahad looked intensely at you and slowly he realised a confusing truth: he never had seen you with short sleeves before. He remembered Merlin once telling him about your troubled and sad path and he put one and one together.

Slowly he walked over to you, taking the fabric out of your hands and placed it on the table.

As soft as he could he grabbed your hand, his other hand was carefully placed on your upper arm, just smiling sadly at you.

There were no words needed, when your eyes met his you knew that he knew what you always tried to hide from them.

Your scars from self harm were part of your past, your history but this part of yourself you mostly wanted to keep only for yourself.

“ Harry... I’m sor-“ he interrupted you before you could even form a full sentence, speaking in a soft voice “everything is fine, love.” You never should apologise for who you were and especially not to him, you were someone so special for him and that you made it though dark times made you even stronger in his eyes.

The small touches that Harry gave you were enough to break you wall of ice, trying to hide the pain you often felt.

Tears were slowly forming in your eyes, your sight getting a little blurry, in that moment you felt so vulnerable and breakable, crying in front of other was something you really hated.

Harry of course noticed this and pulled you into his strong chest, carefully laying his arms around you, circling little patterns on your back with his thumb to make you feel safe.

Small sobs came out came out of your body as you started to cling onto him as if your life would depend on it.

In his arm you felt safe, as if nothing could ever hurt you again. It was warm, full of unspoken love and you wished that this moment would last a lifetime.

That this moment with Harry would last a lifetime.

„ I’m here for you, my love. It’s okay to cry.”

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Playing Along - Part 8

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: 1.5 k

Despite wishing for reality to be different, the days of you and Harry being able to be intimate and live almost as if you followed a regular domestic life pass quickly. The evening you had spent cuddling on the tiny sofa whilst listening to jazz and enjoying a cup of scotch that had Harry whispering sweet nothings into your ear, was replaced by the reality of the mission the following morning. You had to meet up with Anglo and Guilia that afternoon, and so you had to get ready to go out. Still, you didn’t mind helping him get ready and him helping you to do so as well after having taken a long shower together. 

Harry had suggested a cafe in a nearby town to meet up at, as the mountain itself still hasn’t been reopened to the public yet. The cafe itself is quiet, with only a few other tables being occupied. You and your partner arrive there well before the other couple, giving you the opportunity to inconspicuously place a tiny microphone below the table (similar to the one placed on Eggsy in The Secret Service). As Harry is doing so, take the liberty to order the two of you some tea to drink while you wait. He appreciates the gesture by giving you a quick kiss on your lips before sitting back down across from you. ‘Thank you love, this is my favourite.’ You smirk. ‘Of course dear, and I know it is.’  The two of you make small talk, which goes remarkably more smoothly than before. As you do so, you admire how the clothes you had chosen for him to wear fit the agent. His crisp white shirt collar is a stark contrast to the dark grey jumper and black tie he’s wearing. Combined with black woolen trousers and black boots, the outfit is classic, yet his hair being not as sleek as usual makes it feel more casual. You’re wearing an outfit that’s quite different, yet fits what he is wearing well. The  black cable knit turtleneck is casual yet chic, especially when combined with the pair of anthracite wool trousers Harry had worn earlier that week, giving a bit of an oversized look when worn by you. They’re held up by a black belt and sit perfectly on top of the similarly black boots you’re wearing.  Hello agents, Merlin here. Hamish’ voice sounding in your ear pulls you out of your thoughts. You quickly glance at Harry and nod. I just wanted to let you know that they have come with quite a few bodyguards. Angelo’s father was attacked last night by some rival. ‘Alright, thanks for the info.’ You whisper. Thought I’d let you know before you’d be faced by a wall of bodyguards. He laughs. Anyhow, good luck with your meeting. I’ll be here if you need anything. You realise that you shouldn’t be too lovey dovey until the other couple arrives. 

Luckily that doesn’t take too long. The two Italians walk in exactly at the time you had discussed with them and you wave to gain their attention. With them, quite a few bodyguards follow in and take a seat at tables nearby. ‘Sorry about this.’ Angelo whispers as he leans forward before taking his seat next to you. Guilia takes her seat next to Harry, obviously feeling uncomfortable because of the many bodyguards. ‘Do not fret it.’ You say. ‘I am certain there must be a good reason.’ Harry nods in agreement. ‘So, what would you two like to drink? Our treat.’ Harry orders a bottle of white wine and a charcuterie board in his perfect French accent. Rather than finding it annoying like you did previously, you now find it quite attractive to hear his baritone voice speak the language so effortlessly. You finish your tea as the board full of different meats, cheeses, and olives arrives. You spoke of everything and nothing to the couple: how it had been with the snowstorm, whether they had anything planned for the rest of the week, and when they would be returning home.  ‘We will be returning to Italy tomorrow.’ Angelo states. ‘Originally we were meant to leave in three days, but due to personal circumstances regarding my father we’ve decided that we will leave early.’ You put a hand on his shoulder. ‘That must be difficult. Hopefully your father will be fine soon. I don’t know your situation, but please let us know if we can do anything to help.’ A small smile graces his lips and he looks down momentarily before looking up and locking eyes with his partner. Guilia smiles and nods. ‘I am uncertain of how you could help, but being here and chatting does help.’ He pauses. ‘My father was attacked in his home last night. We’re not sure who did it, but we have to return so we can make sure he is safe and has our support.’ ‘That’s understandable. Being with your family during difficult times can really make the difference.’ You pour some more wine into their glasses. ‘Thank you; really.’ Guillia says.

After that you speak about other, more casual and less stressful, topics. While you do not gain particularly much in terms of information, due to the amount of alcohol in their system, you were able to place a tracker on both of them and swipe Angelo’s phone as you were saying goodbye. As you sit in your car, you connect it to a laptop and transfer all the data and messages. Afterwards, Harry walks from the car to a nearby store to get some wine and food, inconspicuously dropping Angelo’s phone in the middle of the parking lot, a route you know they had walked back to their own car. When he gets back in, you’ve just put away the laptop and connected with Merlin. With the door closed, Harry drives away and back towards the chalet you’re staying at. The debrief with Merlin is effective, as he’s reading through the files and messages you’ve just uploaded. ‘Kay, you did well stealing that phone, there’s a load of information regarding his father’s deals.’ As Harry drives you out of town and the conversation continues, he puts his hand on your thigh. ‘I’m pretty sure no-one noticed that feat.’ You smirk a bit. ‘I barely even noticed you do it.’ Harry comments. ‘Quite impressive, especially with the added pressure of being in the middle of a restaurant surrounded by their bodyguards.’ His hand squeezes you lightly. ‘Merlin, is there anything regarding the attack?’ The Scot sighs deeply. ‘Well there isn’t anything explicit, however, it is implied that Guilia’s family could be the ones behind it. Apparently they aren’t too happy with the current arrangement.’

The debrief ends just as you arrive back at the chalet and you both take off your glasses. ‘You were quite extraordinary dear.’ Harry whispers before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. His hand wanders from your chin to the side of your face and into your hair while his other hand moves from your thigh to your lower back; almost pulling you over the centre console of the car. You pull away slightly and almost gasp for air. ‘Fuck, Harry.’ ‘My love.’ Your hands move to cup his face, tracing the lines in his face with your thumb. ‘We should take this inside. I don’t want Merlin to question us why we were in the car for an extended period of time.’ You say before giving him a quick kiss and pulling out of his embrace to open your car door, grabbing the laptop and other necessities in the process. He follows suit, grabbing the wine and food he’d bought at the supermarket earlier. As soon as you close and lock the door behind you, both of you drop whatever you’re holding. Rather than giving him the opportunity to make the first move, you pull him to you by the collar of his jacket and catch his lips. He chuckles into the kiss before pulling you close, his hands resting on your hips. ‘Oh dear, I do hope you know what you’re doing to me.’ He pulls away slightly. ‘I am perfectly aware.’ You whisper into his ear, your hand ghosting the back of his head. He leans down and kisses your neck. ‘Well then, you would not mind me ravishing you, would you?’ You shake your head. He gives you a quick kiss before walking you backwards into his bedroom. As he is about to close the door, the two of you are stopped in your tracks by your phone ringing.

While you are annoyed, you pick it up quickly. ‘Hello.’ ‘Agent Kay, Merlin here. I have an urgent matter, and it seems that both you and Harry do not have your glasses on.’ You can feel Harry moving a strand of hair out of your eye. ‘Merlin, yes of course, what is the matter?’ You lean into the touch of the man in front of you. ‘It seems that there are several cars on their way to your chalet. I need the two of you to pack up and meet the helicopter at the location I’ve just sent you.’

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A/N: Hello, I'm still alive... somehow. I never really believed in those curses that are cast upon fanfic writers, but perhaps I should start now haha.

Tags: @crazymela @julieeauchocolat @chimopdog @briars-glenn

[flippingeggsy]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a headcannon for Harry from Kingsman when their S/O felt scared to sleep alone so they sneak into their room for comfort?

this got a bit darker than intended, sorry!

okay so,,,

you and harry are on a mission, and its the first mission you two are going on as an actual couple

however, where you are staying, merlin makes you have different rooms because you two are not suppose to be a couple on this mission

so after it becomes late, you say goodnight to your boyfriend before going into your hotel room

and you get ready for bed and you climb in

the clock turns to almost twelve am and you’re still not asleep

its the first time you’ve slept on your own for a while

and often when you sleep on your own, you get really bad dreams about past missions that have gone horribly wrong and things like that

after another half hour goes by, you feel yourself getting too scared to sleep as you don’t want to have the bad dreams again as you haven’t had them in a while

after much hesitation, you get out of bed and out your room, and you knock on harry’s door lightly before opening it

harry knows that you won’t sleep alone, so he leaves the door unlocked because he knows you’ll eventually come in

you lock the door, before taking off your robe and you climb into bed with harry who is sitting up, reading a book - almost like he is waiting for you (which he is)

so harry puts his book away, turns off the lamp before laying down

and there’s a small smile on your face as you place your head on his chest and his arms wrap around you

and he places a soft kiss on your forehead, letting you know you can sleep peacefully

and you mutter something like “im sorry its stupid that im scared of sleeping on my own but-”

and harry replies with “there’s nothing to be sorry about darling”

and the smile on your face gets bigger

harry kisses you softly before you both go to sleep

and you don’t have any bad dreams and your fears have subsided 

[thatlittlered]

Grocery Shopping with Eggsy would include...

Warning(s): My mild swearing because I have a foul mouth? I guess?!

Requested by anon: Aw that harry one with the groceries was so cute, could we have an eggsy one?! he would totally be pushing reader when they’re inside the kart and getting all the pop tarts (idk, are they a thing in other countries?) whatever, it’s adorable! please do it!! <3

A/N: Well, I’m Italian and a junk food expert so I would know if there were pop tarts where I live, trust me. One can only dream, my friend.

Eggsy letting you sit in the kart and rolling you down the aisles as you fake-shoot at all the innocent people that are simply trying to get their grocery shopping done in peace

practically racing through the store to get to the snack aisle when there's a sale and loading your kart will all sorts of shitty junk food that are probably the reason why both of you'll have clogged arteries and a by-pass by the time you're 60

going to the hygiene section and smelling doesn't really help with avoiding getting kicked out of the store for annoying the other customers but oh well

buying ALL THE CANDY

Eggsy shoving random teddy bears and plushes he finds in your kart and shrugging when you ask him about it, "They reminded me of you, luv."

"Fluffy and chubby?"

and him just laughing and rolling his eyes because of course, you'd ruin the moment, "Small and squishy."

buying random crap you definitely don't need, including a corn peeler and the ever so useful carrot peeler that can also function as a pencil sharpener

always losing your list and ending up buying a thousand useless things (ahem, corn peeler) yet forgetting the one thing you really need

trying all the free samples (and maybe cheating a little)

pretending that you're actually thinking of buying that really expensive ass wine although you end up buying the biggest carton of chocolate milk to share during your infamous Disney movie marathons

spending an eternity in the bakery aisle; drooling over all the pastries

buying a baking book although you're never going to use it

[ardentloves]

Midnight

Harry Hart x Reader

A drabble to try and motivate me to write more and to help me get over my writers block.

Sat on the balcony of the expensive hotel Kingsman had paid for, you stared up at the beautiful night sky. Away from the light pollution, the sky was filled with millions of tiny glittering stars- they were like sparkling diamonds on a beautiful black background. Each tiny jewel was mesmerising and the entire scene was, as a resident of London, one you were not used to. 

You felt as though you should have been admiring the scene in awe, after all it was a rare treat to be able to experience this beauty, yet you couldn't stop your mind wandering back to Harry. Today was the year anniversary since you had first got together, but being away on a mission prevented you from celebrating it with him. And you had to admit you missed him more and more the longer the mission dragged on.

Communication between the two of you had been minimal. You had both been very busy on separate missions, which had left you with no time for each other. The current mission you had been placed on had already lasted for two months and you could see no certain end yet. The gathering of information was seemingly impossible and despite having some success you could feel your stress levels rising with each passing day- at this point you were desperately wishing to be able to return home.

Tonight, thankfully had been a reprieve from the stress and exhaustion that had come with this mission and as you laid back against the soft red velvet cushions on the oak chair, your feet resting on a matching foot stool, you almost instantly fell asleep.

However, the rest did not last long. Feeling as though little time had passed at all since you had slipped into the comfort of sleep, you were suddenly woken by the sound of a loud knocking on your hotel room door.

"Who the hell is that?" you asked to the empty room, as you stumbled through the darkness, annoyed that you had been woken. 

SIghing with exhaustion you pulled open the heavy door, and winced as the bright artificial light streamed in from the corridor, stinging your eyes. 

However, all initial displeasure at your mysterious visitor immediately eradicated, when you saw who it was.

"Harry!" you exclaimed in a vague attempt to keep your voice low despite your excitement, as you wrapped your arms around him. "I'm so glad that you came" 

"Did you think I would miss our anniversary?" he asked teasingly, his lips close to your ear as he spoke.

"I thought you wouldn't be able to get here" 

"When you have access to a private jet you can go anywhere you want" Harry responded before pulling away from your embrace "I took the liberty of bringing wine, do you want some?" 

"I love you so much, Harry Hart" you responded capturing his lips with your own before pulling him onto the star lit balcony. "And yes some wine would be nice" 

Harry sat down on the chair you had previously been sleeping on and held out his arms to hold you. As you curled up into his embrace, under the beauty of the starry sky, words of love, only to be heard by you, escaped his lips.

Snuggling further into his arms, you smiled softly, happy that you were together again, but even now in a moment that seemed so perfect, veering almost to the point of being alike a cliche romance film scene, you couldn't help but feel the pain of knowing that by morning you would be separated. That the mission was not over yet and as the sun rose Harry would have to leave again.

[roscgcld]

Kingsman preference #1

including statesman 

How they act around you 

Kingsman:

Eggsy: since he is always so charming and flirtatious, people assume that is how he is whenever he is with you; but he is the complete opposite. Yes, there is still his charming personality that makes every girl fall for him but there was a sense of maturity whenever it comes to you. He has never tried to every seduce any other woman besides you, and he always made sure you feel loved and spoiled you whenever he gets the chance. he always make sure to show you how grateful he is for having you in his life, no matter how messed up and dark his job and his background is. he always had the fear that you will one day leave for someone better, or you will give up on him because of how demanding his job way; so you always reassure him about everything and how you will never leave him; and that your love for him was too strong for you to leave him because of something out of his control

Harry: being the gentleman he is, he is always proper and treats you like a queen. even with his very much busy lifestyle as an agent, he makes sure to call you every night; no matter the risk, he just wanted you to feel the love. he is very polite and very shy about things regarding your relationship, as you’re his first and only sweetheart; and him being always so secretive and throwing himself into his work, it’s no surprise that he was new to all things relationship. But he’s trying, and it’s adorable. he always try to bring some new things into your relationship, but after awhile you told him that it was fine and you preferred his old but still adorable gentleman triads. you two like watching old movies, or talk about a literary work, as every month you two have a new poem or play to study as an excuse to have more bonding time together 

Merlin: he was very careful about your relationship. One reason being his job, and the other being that he didn’t want to mess up and loose you. even though he is always serious to everyone, he was very patient and kind to you. you two work a lot, so most of your time you spend together is cherished and always make sure to make memories. he always get you small gifts, and he lets you try out a bunch of new weapons before he lets anyone else; which is your bonding time away from the world around you. only you were able to make him show some emotion, and see the more vulnerable side that no one at work sees often; or sees at all. you two like to stay home reading a book in front of the fire, or go away for a little bit to visit his family back in scottland. you know he loves his scotch, so you two will go to stores to buy new brands of scotch to try at the comfort of your home; thus the reason why you have so many videos of a drunk merlin 

Roxy: although she was not very keen on getting together at first, she eventually asked you out dispute the fact you might be used against her in a mission. she was smart, so she always figure out very creative ways to ensure that your relationship is never public to anyone at all. she is very sweet, and always like to talk to you about new leads or something new she learned over the internet or reading a new book. you never being as smart as she was enjoy watching her and listen to her whenever she talks as she has this happy glint in her eye whenever she talks about something she is passionate about or something new she learns that sparks her interest. She loves to spend time with you in her apartment away from the kingsman home, and you two spend a lot of time cuddling and reading at home with comfortable silence. 

Statesman: 

Agent Tequila: you two met at a bar before he went to work with statesmen, and after a passionate night that was only meant to be a one time thing, it ended up being something serious and more than what you two first bargained. however he never regrets anything and always made sure to put you first before his happiness. he always made sure to bring you out to have fun, either to a nearby music festival or just staying in with the cliche romance movies that always play in the evening (however you two never manage to watch them), or bring you to a new bar in town and have fun together. there is never a dull moment with him, and he always make sure that you are safe and having fun, no matter how drunk or high he was 

Agent Whiskey: he was your rock, and you are his. even though he was still hurt and silently mourning the death of his first lover, he always made sure to know he was grateful for your love and patience for a man like him. he was very sweet and flirting with you all the time, using his charms and dirty jokes on you even though the both of you are together. even when he is sent on a mission where he has to seduce someone, he always made sure to tell you and ask for your permission before he agrees on the mission. he always made sure to be there with you when you need him too, and always share with you anything that makes him sad throughout his day. you two are the type to have deep conversations, and it always lead to bot of you falling asleep together, holding onto each other tightly like you two are afraid the other would leave in your sleep. 

Agent Ginger Ale: she is a smart woman who always want to prove herself, so that’s what she does. she always make sure that you are proud of her, no matter how small the thing was; from creating a new weapon or doing the groceries without needing to ask you what type of brand you two use in your house. she is also very kind and caring, so she is always worried about you when you two are away because she is very worried that someone will hurt yourself or someone that has become her enemy over the years will come back and use yo to get to her. you always have to reassure her that you are fine and not going to be hurt, and always made sure to reassure her all the time that you were fine

[agent-enchantress]

The Pawn and the King (Eggsy Unwin x Reader)

It was rare that your father ever let you out of his sight. Even when he did, you knew he was always watching. That’s what happens when you’re the daughter of a terrorist. Or as your father like to call himself, a visionary.

His plan was simple. He intended to take out all major world leaders, as well and their successors. Then he would emerge as hero with a military and government background as well as a sob story. For some reason he believed the world would be sympathetic to a man and his daughter with a murdered wife. Naturally he’d leave out the part where he killed her.

Your mother didn’t agree with your father’s plans, and neither did you. You’re sure he would’ve killed you both if he didn’t need one of you for his sick plan. He figured that you’d be easier to control and thus leading to the death of your mother.

This was one of the nights that he’d let you go out. You always chose to frequent nightclubs. Something about them made you feel safe. You could disappear in the crowd of people dancing merrily and you couldn’t feel your sadness as the music resonated through your chest.

Tonight was no different as you sipped your drink silently sitting at the bar. The liquid left a slight burn as it went down your throat and you smiled.

“I’ll have a martini please”

You cocked your head to the side to see the source of the British accent. A very handsome young man just about your age with dark brown hair and blue eyes met your gaze. He smiled and you turned away as you felt blush burning on your cheeks.

“What’s your name luv?” He asked taking a seat next to you.

“Y/n” You replied. “And yours?”

“Eggsy” He smiled with a slight bow of his head.

“Eggsy? Like scrambled Eggsy?” You mocked.

“Ha ha very funny”

“You’re not from around here Eggsy. What brings you to New York?” You asked genuinely curious.

“Work” He nodded solemnly. “I’m a tailor and one of our more high payin’ clients request that we come to ‘em”

“Ah. Thrilling” You said taking another sip of your drink.

“What’d you do?” He asked scooting a little closer.

You had to be careful. The more you told him the more danger he’d be in. Last time you told someone too much your father had them...disposed of to put it nicely. “I work for my father. Family business sort of thing”

“Anything excitin?” He asked perking up.

You took another sip of your drink in hopes of changing the conversation. “You have no idea”

It was silent for a long time as you both clutched your drinks and took time filling sips. You were intrigued by Eggsy. He seemed so nice and genuine, unlike the other men you had encountered in clubs.

“You got’a boyfriend?” He asked causing you to almost choke on your drink.

“No” You answered knowing where he was going with this. “Trust me, you don’t want to get involved with me” You said deciding to leave.

As you stood up he gently caught your arm. “Why not?”

You made a face and then sighed. “It’s complicated. I have to go” You said pulling away from his grasp.

“Wait” He said jumping in front of you and blocking your path. “Meet me here tomorrow?”

“Eggsy, I can....”

“Nope” He said pressing his finger against your lips. “Just promise me you’ll think about it, yeah?”

You sighed again. Damn he was persistent. “Alright fine. But don’t expect much”

“A little hope is all I need” He grinned. “M’lady” He said gesturing for you to keep walking.

You rolled your eyes and made your way towards the exit of the club. You couldn’t help but look back. Eggsy gave you a little wave and before you could even stop your reflexes you waved back too. You quickly turned away and made your way out and into the night air.

You kicked yourself for even letting this go as far as it did, but you couldn’t help the burning feeling in your stomach urging you to go back tomorrow. Per usual your father’s limo pulled up to the curb just as you got there.

Your father had bought an abandoned warehouse outside of the city basically in the middle of nowhere. From the outside it appeared run down and abandoned. The inside on the other hand was a small city, including living quarters for you and all of your father’s followers.

You trudged down the hallway passed all the soldiers who greeted you cheerfully. You didn’t pay them any mind. You hated it here and you felt so alone. Your father assured you that you weren’t a prisoner but you knew for a fact if you tried to leave he’d come for you.

You opened the door to your room and flopped down on the bed. Your room was pretty nice considering your situation. Right on cue your father walked in.

“Princess” He smiled clapping his hands together. “How was your night out”

“Same as always” You said trying to sound as uninterested as possible.

“Well maybe tomorrow could be more exciting for you” He said toying with a book on your nightstand.

“Why’s that?” You asked suddenly feeling your stomach drop. Whenever you’re father said things like this it meant he had some sort of plan cooking.

“I have some business to attend to and I thought that maybe you could go out again tomorrow night” You perked up. “Ah there you go princess” Your father said noticing. “Anything to make you happy”

Normally you’d cuss him out and say if he really wanted to make you happy he’d let you go. Something in your stomach told you to keep quiet and you knew it was the thought of Eggsy. Instead you made a humming noise and faked a smile.

So here you were the next day dressed to the nines heading back to the club. Your father’s men were close on your heels until you reached the door of the club and the broke off to wherever they waited for you.

You paused a moment before you opened the door. This was a bad idea all around. Every moment you spent with Eggsy, near Eggsy, even thinking about Eggsy put him at risk. For some reason no matter how many times those thoughts ran through your head you couldn’t shake your craving to see him.

So as you walked through the nightclub you allowed yourself these few moments of bliss dreaming about Eggsy. The thought that he wouldn’t come never crossed your mind until now as you didn’t see his face.

You were pulled from your thoughts as someone tapped your shoulder. “You look beautiful luv”

Eggsy. You smiled as you turned to face him. “You don’t look so bad yourself” You smiled admiring his suit. What a physique....

“Y/n?”

“Yes, sorry, what did you say” You said blushing as you realized you completely missed what he said.

“I said I can’t believe you came” He said smirking at you causing your legs to turn to jelly. “Am I that irresistible”

“Maybe I just came for the drinks” You said returning his smirk with a playful one of your own.

“I can take care of that” He said offering you his arm.

You sat at the bar for hours basking in Eggsy and every touch, every smile, every laugh. He was like no one you ever met before. So different from the men that your father employed and their crude comments towards you.

“So you’re telling me ain’t got no cell phone” He said laughing as he took a sip of his drink.

“Nope” You said using a smile to hide the horrors of what was really going on with your father.

“How am I supposed to talk to you then? Should I get us walkie talkies?”

“What are we in grade school?” You teased as you took another sip of your drink. “Geeze is that the time, I have to go” You said standing up and quickly gathering your things.

“Tomorrow?” Eggsy asked hopefully.

You sighed. “All I can promise is that I’ll try”

He nodded. “I’ll anxiously await tomorrow night then” You smiled and you turned to leave but you paused. It looked like there was something else Eggsy wanted to say but the words were trapped on his tongue. You could’ve prodded him to speak up but instead you reached over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze before you turned to go.

You didn’t notice your father’s men stepping in line behind you as you left the club. You didn’t notice the long car ride back to the warehouse. You didn’t even notice the crude comments of one of your father’s guards. You could only think about the handsome stranger you had met just a day ago and how there was no doubt in your mind that you loved him.

Right on cue your father walked into your room. “Princess how was your evening?”

You quickly snapped out of your lovesick daze and back to reality. “It was fine”

“Good” He said sitting down on the bed next to you. “There’s some people I would like you to meet. They’re just some investors that..”

“I’m not interested” You said sharply.

“Princess...”

“I said I’m not interested” You snapped and began to storm out of your room.

Before you would reach the door your father grabbed your arm tightly sending a shot of sharp pain up your arm. “I’m not asking” He said as his eyes turned a dark color.

You weren’t backing down yet though. Your new found love came with a side of extra courage. “I want nothing to do with you or your stupid business deals. I hope you get caught one day” You spat as you ripped your arm away from him which left a burning red mark.

Before you could even process what happened you felt a blow to your right eye. You recoiled and your hand went to the swollen area. “Fine” Your father yelled walking away. “You can rot in here” He said slamming your door closed and locking it.

You huffed and made your way to the small bathroom connected to your room. You removed your hand from your eye and gazed in the mirror. Purple and blue was already staining the skin around your swollen eye. You grabbed the towel next to the sink and let the ice water soak it. You pressed the cool cloth to your eye and sighed at the relief it brought you.

After doing the best you could to nurse your eye you flopped down on your bed. What would happen if you told Eggsy the truth? Would he help you expose your father and earn your freedom? Or would he run and end up getting himself killed? None of that was even a possibility since you were sure your father would never let you leave ever again.

These thoughts ran through your head the entire night and into the early hours of the morning until you finally fell asleep. You were jolted awake by the sound of your door being unlocked.

“Don’t be so afraid Princess, it’s just me” Your father cooed as he entered the room. “I feel really, and I mean really terrible for what happened last night. So I thought that to make it up to you maybe you’d like to go out again tonight”

You wanted nothing from from him but the thought of telling Eggsy the truth made you hold your tongue. “Of course father. Thank you” You said mustering the fakest smile you possibly could.

“Better get going, you slept in pretty late” He said winking before he shut your door.

“Piece of shit” You mumbled before pushing yourself up out of bed. You glanced over at the clock and tried to make sense of the numbers through your blurry vision. 6:30. Crap, it was late.

You rushed into the bathroom and were quickly reminded of the black eye you still had. Doing the best you could using make up you tried to cover it. Just to help even more you draped your hair over it as much as you could. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice.

You rushed to your father’s limo and told the driver to hurry. Hopefully Eggsy wouldn’t think you weren’t coming and leave. You rushed inside in a frantic jog scanning the room as quickly as you could. Sitting in the corner was Eggsy. You breathed a sigh of relief and realized you were out of breath.

“You alright luv?” He asked chuckling as you walked over and took a seat across from him. “You look a little winded”

“Well I practically ran all the way here. I was running late and I was worried you’d leave”

“I would’ve waited all night” He said smiling.

When you were with Eggsy you couldn’t think clearly. Which is why the most important thing you needed to remember never crossed your mind as you brushed your hair behind your ear.

Eggsy’s facial expression instantly changed. A look of confusion flashed across your face before you felt yourself go pale. You were such an idiot. Your black eye you tried so desperately to hide was now in plain sight for Eggsy to see.

You quickly pulled your hair back in front of your face and stood up. Eggsy was up just as quick as you were and grabbed your arm before you could turn to leave. “Who did this to you” He asked, his eyes turning dark with rage.

“I have to go” You said pulling away.

His grip tightened on your arm, just enough to stop you but not enough to cause any pain. “Y/n, who hurt you”

Every fiber in your body was screaming at you to tell him the truth, but your heart stopped you. “I can’t tell you” You said removing his arm and rushing out the door.

You tried to get lost in the crowd but you could hear him pushing past the people behind you. You broke into a run and pushed your way into the cold night air.

“Y/n wait please” You kept running. “I’ll chase you all night if I have to luv”

You stopped and turned around sharply. “Eggsy I care about you very much but you’re already too involved and I don’t want you getting hurt because if anything happened to you....”

Before you knew what was happening Eggsy had taken your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours. They were warm and soft as he held tightly to you, almost like you’d disappear if he let go.

“I will protect you, no matter what it is” Eggsy said rubbing your cheek with his thumb. His expression quickly changed and he reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I know this is horrible timing but I really need to take this” His eyes pleaded with you. You nodded and gave him a small smile. He smiled back and turned away as he took a few steps out of earshot.

You mind was still trying to process what happened but one thing was for sure, as soon as Eggsy got off that phone call you were going to tell him the truth. But you would never get the chance.

Your father’s men grabbed you and covered your mouth. Without a sound you were thrown into the back of the limo. The doors were locked as the wheels squealed and the car sped away.

This was all your fault. Eggsy had kissed you, and you had let him. Someone had obviously seen and this would be the end of him. God forbid you even try to be happy for one second without ruining someone else’s life.

You banged on the door trying to get out or at least get Eggsy’s attention, but when you looked back, he was gone. Maybe it was too late, maybe he was already dead in the alley, maybe they had dragged him off for questioning. Either way he was gone.

As the car sped down the streets unusually fast you wondered what would happen when you got home. Would your father already know? You’d probably never be let out of your room again. You glanced out at the city taking everything in for the last time.

When you arrived home you were roughly dragged out of the car as if you were a prisoner. Your father’s men dragged you inside and waiting in the front room was your father and a tall glass case with a tube attached to the top.

“Princess, I’m glad you’re alright” He said rushing over and giving you a hug. You were extremely confused. He wasn’t angry. In fact he seemed genuinely worried about you, well, as worried as he could fake.  “I’ve caught word that one of the Kingsman agents I’ve told you about has found our location and is coming for us. I was worried he had gotten you” He said leading you along towards the glass case.

You realized what the case was for now, the poor agent. Part of you was hoping your father would be brought down, the other part knew that if your father was expecting him, there’d be no way out. You both turned as you heard commotion and gunshots coming from outside the front doors.

“Ah he’s here” Your father said. Before you could even process what was happening your father had pushed you into the glass case.

You banged on the glass as it sealed shut with an electronic shrill. “What the hell are you doing” You screamed at him, the glass muting your rage.

Your father didn’t answer as the front doors were busted down in a fiery explosion. Through the smoke you could make out two figures walking towards you. As the smoke cleared you gasped and your horror was reflected on the man’s face staring back at you.

“Eggsy” You whispered. Your father broke into laughter. “Eggsy I didn’t know” You pleaded with him.

“Neither did I” He said swallowing hard.

“Of course you didn’t” Your father said clapping his hands together. “Neither of you were meant to. How was my daughter supposed to know that the club I suggested she go to just happened to be a place where Kingsman had been spotted? How was one of the Kingsman supposed to know that my daughter was the girl they fell in love with? You were a pawn” Your father said tapping on the glass of your box. “And what a catch. The great Agent Galahad, the one who took down Richmond Valentine”

“I think you’ve misunderstood something father, Eggsy doesn’t care for me like that. At least he doesn’t now” You said unable to meet Eggsy’s eyes.

“Well he has about five minutes to really decide that” Your father said pulling out a remote and pressing a few buttons.

Suddenly ice cold water came rushing down all over you. You spit out the water that you had inhaled and wiped your eyes stepping out of the way of the direct waterfall. “Are you crazy?” You screamed at your father more pissed than frightened.

Your father ignored you and started walking towards Eggsy. “You have five minutes until this tank fills to the top and she drowns. You and your little friend can leave here and never pursue us again, and I’ll let her live. Or you can watch her drown before your eyes and I’ll kill you too once you’re done watching”  You could see Eggsy clenching his fits.

It was silent for a long time except for the sound of the water splashing in the tank and the distant gunshots  echoing off the stone walls. Finally Eggsy spoke. “Let her go” You we’re surprised and looked up as your eyes at last met Eggsy’s.

At this moment you took him in. He was dressed quite nicely in a suit with very think glasses. His hair was combed perfectly to the side. So different than the hat it was usually hidden under. You couldn’t tell if it was your shivering joints or Eggsy’s appearance that made you weak in the knees. In an instant your father’s voice broke you out of your daydream.

“So you’ll leave?” Your father asked straightening the jacket he was wearing.

“No. But she’s your daughter and you need to let her go”

“Maybe you need some more incentive” Your father said pushing another button on his remote. The water came rushing in faster and it was now up to your knees. You shivered as the icy water pricked at your skin.

Eggsy reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a gun. “Let her go”

“Eggsy. It was Eggsy right?” Your father asked waiting for an explanation that never came. “You’re obviously outgunned” He said gesturing to the men that popped out from behind your glass prison. “It’s pretty simple you either save the girl and walk away or watch her die and then you can die trying to stop me. Tick tock Eggsy, tick tock”

You were starting to get nervous. You didn’t actually think your father would drown you in a glass box. The water was to your shoulders now and there was no way in hell you’d let Eggsy let your father go. You started to kick the glass, you pressed your back against the other wall and tried to bust the box apart, you even tried punching and ramming against it but nothing worked.

“Aw princess don’t hurt yourself let daddy work this out”

“Shut the hell up you fucking psyco” You yelled continuing your plight to break the glass. “Don’t give him what he wants Eggsy! Take him down”

Your father rolled his eyes and pressed another button. The water was flowing in at full blast now and before you knew it you were completely submerged. You opened your eyes and could no longer hear but you could see Eggsy talking with your father who kept gesturing to you.

You could feel yourself running out of air and your lungs burned, screaming at you to take a breath. You banged on the glass like a madman until things started to go fuzzy. You were no longer cold and a warm feeling spread through your body as you floated, suspended in the water. You could see Eggsy seemed to be yelling something at you but things were fading and going blurry. You felt yourself slipping away and the last thing you remember was the sound of a gunshot. Then things went dark.

When you woke up again you smiled. Someone’s soft warm lips were pressed against yours and you knew they were Eggsy’s. He was cradling your head in his lap obviously performing CPR but you enjoyed the contact of his lips nevertheless. When he pulled away to take another breath you coughed up some water and turned you head away.

“You know there’s an easier way to get a kiss”

“Oh bloody hell Y/n you scared me to death” He said sitting back on his heels with a sigh.

“What happened” You asked sitting up starting to become concerned. As you pushed yourself up you felt the shattered glass pieces surrounding you.

“Don’t worry” A female voice said from behind you. “Your father will never bother you or anyone ever again”

“You’re safe” Eggsy said smiling at you.

“Is he....”

“Yes he’s dead” Eggsy said finishing the question you didn’t really want to ask.

You breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down in Eggsy’s lap. Finally for the first time since your mother died you felt at ease. “Thank you Eggsy” You said as sincerely as you possibly could.

He gave you a quick nod. “Anything for you love” He looked up at the girl. “We all wrapped up here Rox?”

“Indeed we are” She said heading towards the door.

Eggsy helped you up gently, steadying you by pressing his hand into the small of your back. “Eggsy” You said softly. “I know you probably think I had something to do with all of this, but I don’t. I’m not my father and I never agreed with him. I’ll tell you anything you want to know”

Eggsy smirked. “Have you ever considered being a Kingsman? Because I’d like to offer you a job. And hey, one of the perks is having me”

“When do I start?” You said smiling as you leaned on his shoulder.

“Right now”