#Galahad (Kingsman)
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spacecapart · 1 year ago
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Every so often I remember how much I enjoy Kingsman in general and Harry Hart in particular and end up watching the church fight sequence on loop for a while, so here's a couple of screencap redraws feat. some style experiments with coloured fineliners!
(Drawn with a combination of Ohuhu, Winsor & Newton and Copic markers, plus Pigma Micron fineliners and a tiny bit of white gel pen)
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sodafrog13 · 28 days ago
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me and my bitch wife (guess which one of them is the bitch wife)
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renx01 · 5 months ago
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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
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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
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poylesh · 1 year ago
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Not exactly like the image from The Golden Circle, but I was obviously inspired by it. Who's next?
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pizzat-i · 1 year ago
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kingsman goatedd
[scrapped composition of the 2nd drawing and my yapping under the cut]
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i saw the most wonderful pair of butterfly socks on insta and thought it would fit Harry!
also is it rlly a post from me without referencing J.C Leyendecker some way? this time it's taken from Arrow Collars advertisements
Harry had reminded me of the Arrow Collar Man anyways, he has that poise and elegance to him
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schmude · 13 days ago
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After Binge Watching 20 (so far) Colin First Movies/Series in the span of a month, I finally got to drawing him. This is as his roll in Kingsman as Harry Hart (Galahad). I LOVE COLIN FIRTH 🗣❤️
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r3dlnk · 8 months ago
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Kingsman x Huevember 5/15: thread
Sorry that it took a while, I fell ill ://
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congressoutofwedlock · 8 months ago
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Forgive me father, for I have sinned
After everything you have done for me, I couldn't even bring you home to rest.
Not ship art; more of a son grieving his father and what he feels he owes him.
This is heavily based on the painting "Ivan the Terrible and his son Ivan" by Ilya Repin, except the roles between father and son are switched.
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I often think about the grief Eggsy must have felt being unable to give Harry a proper burial. He lost not one but two fathers, neither of whom gave him a corpse to mourn. (And of course, Merlin... one could even argue him as a third father figure. With that in mind, Merlahad wedding ring if you squint.)
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mannersmakethzine · 2 months ago
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Manners Maketh: A Kingsman Fanzine is out now!
This charity zine for the 10 year anniversary of the first Kingsman film has 60+ pages of art and writing by our 14 artists and writers.
This zine is digital only, however, it includes ready to print files for your personal use!
How does it work?
You donate €10 or an equivalent directly to Doctors Without Borders (to any of their branches). After that, you send a screenshot of proof of your donation to [email protected]
You can expect to receive access to a downloadable digital copy of the zine within the 24 hours following your email. Sending these in will be possible until 3 August of 2025. After 7 October, the zine will become available for free!
‼️Important note‼️ Until 15 May, Doctors Without Borders are tripling the value of any donation received.
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webster-ed · 4 months ago
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HARRY (GALAHAD)
MANNERS MAKETH MANNNNN
The other kingsmen sticker i made for that friend ;p
I love the way he looks at butterflies during the second movie
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gothic-burrito · 1 year ago
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Eggsy and Andy are so lucky fr
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justsomerandomfanfic · 5 months ago
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I Love All Of You - Harry Hart X GN Reader
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Title: I Love All Of You
Harry Hart X GN Reader
Additional Character: Mr. Pickle Jr.
WC: 1,348
Warnings: Post-Kingsman: The Golden Circle, insecurities, Harry's scar, Kingsman canon violence mentioned, possibly depression hinted to, hurt/comfort?, affirmations, this man needs love, nicknames, description of his scar, scars, mention of injuries, italics, slight angst, and fluff
It was a quiet Friday night as you sat on your bed, a book in your hand. Jane Austen's "Pride And Prejudice." There was the soft sound of rain falling, pitter-pattering against the roof and trailing down the windows. It was soft and peaceful, you always loved the rain; it was one of your favorite sounds. Sometimes you liked to just stand in it, letting the cold chill of the rain fall upon you, wetting your hair and lashes. You used to do it a lot as a child, playing in the puddles and laughing in the rain until it thundered. You missed those days. 
From downstairs, you heard the front door open and close. Harry was home. A smile graced your face as you continued to read, hearing his tired feet climbing the stairs and soon enough, the bedroom door opened. Mr. Pickle Jr. jumped up from your legs, tail wagging furiously as he leaped from the bed and ran to his feet. Harry smiled softly, reaching down to brush his fingers through the puppy's fur before he moved to the closet. 
The night went like clockwork. You read whilst Harry got ready for the night, undressing and redressing in his pajamas before he headed to the bathroom to finish up. Every night followed the same pattern. As the bathroom door shut, you continued your reading, but as a few minutes went by, and then ten, you looked up from the pages. You looked at the bathroom door, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion and concern. Harry was taking an unusually long time in there. 
Sitting up further, you placed your book on your nightstand, before slipping out of the bed, your feet landing on the soft carpet below. Walking over, you hesitantly knocked on the door, calling out, “Harry?” Silence. You frowned, before opening the door. There, Harry stood, hands pressed against the sink, hunched over, staring down at the white porcelain. There was a hardened expression on his face, a look that you had come to know well and recognize. 
Without a word, you stepped closer, reaching for his hand. The contact seemed to break whatever trance he was in, his body stiffening before his gaze met yours. There was a quiet sadness in his eyes, but there was also something else - a longing, a vulnerability that he wasn't used to showing. You raised his hand up, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. One after the other, your lips soft and tender. His hand, once cold and tense, relaxed in your touch, and you could feel the relief in the way his fingers lightly curled against your skin. The tips of them brushed along your soft skin as you pressed little kisses along his palm. 
You wished you could take away his pain - emotional, physical, and everything in between. But you couldn’t. All you could do was be there, offer comfort, ease his burden, and love him in every way you knew how. And if it meant helping him forget, even for just a little while, you would do it a thousand times over.
Silently, you led him back to the bedroom, your hand in his as you pulled the covers back, urging him to get into bed. He did so without protest, his movements slow, almost hesitant. Slipping under the blankets, you positioned yourself above him, straddling his waist, and let your hands rest gently on his abdomen. You gazed down at him, your heart swelling with the overwhelming love and care you had for him. He looked up at you, visible eye soft but wary, and you could see the battle he was waging within himself.
A small smile tugged at your lips, and you leaned down, your lips hovering just above his. Without a word, you began to kiss him. The same little kisses that you pressed against his hand, brushed along his skin.  Starting at his chin, you trailed your lips to his cheek, then to the other, before caressing down his jaw, grazing his nose, and forehead, before finally brushing the corners of his lips. Harry lay still beneath you, his breath catching for a moment before he exhaled slowly. 
He reached up, his hands finding purchase on your waist, fingers lightly digging into the fabric of your sleep shorts; he shut his eye. You continued your journey, pressing kiss after kiss, decorating his skin in little invisible pink tingles of your love. Slowly, you sat back up, hands slipping down his chest before resting back upon his abdomen. You bit your lip, hesitant as you reached up and slowly took hold of his glasses. You felt Harry's hands on your waist tighten, but they relaxed again as you slid them off, folded them close, and sat them on the bedside table.
You had seen his eye before. Or at least, the space where it used to be. You were no stranger to it. Where his eye used to be was a scar, the wound has long since healed, only leaving a small opening of tissue; overall, you didn't know how to explain it, but that didn't matter. He was still as beautiful as the day you met him, all those years ago. You felt a deep warmth fill your heart as you admired him. You couldn't help it. You could look at him forever if you could.
Leaning back down, you pressed another soft kiss to his chin, your lips lingering for just a moment before you whispered, "Beautiful." You moved to his cheek, kissing it gently, then to the other, each time adding the words as you went. "Gorgeous," You murmured, your lips brushing against his skin. "Handsome," You followed the path along his jawline. "Hot," You breathed against his forehead, "Pretty," You said, your lips lingering on the corner of his mouth. Then, you pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his eyelid, your voice barely a whisper as you spoke, "Stunning." And, finally, you pressed a gentle kiss to the scar, the scar that marked his resilience, and whispered, "Breathtaking."
When you pulled back, he chased your lips, making your smile widen as you leaned back down for one more. Pulling back again, Harry gave you a small smile, his eyes glimmering. Smiling back at him, you brought your hands up, cupping his face. Your thumbs stroked over his cheeks, brushing away stray tears that had gathered there. You brought your hands forward, tilted your head, and pressed a light kiss against his lips. "I love you, Harry." You spoke, shutting your eyes, nuzzling your nose against his as you continued, "I love all of you."
One of his hands left your waist, reaching up to cup your cheek, his calloused thumb brushing along your skin. And with a swift movement, he flipped you both over, pinning you beneath him on the mattress. You let out a surprised giggle, your heart racing as his nose brushed against yours, mirroring the tender gesture you had shown him.
"I love all of you, too, darling," He whispered, his voice low and full of admiration for you, and only you. Slowly, his lips met yours - his silent thank you - and you melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers slipping into the soft strands of his hair. His kisses always left you breathless, making you crave more.
As he pulled away, his body shifted, laying upon you but careful not to put his full weight on you. His face nestled into the warmth of your neck, his arms wrapping around you. You sighed contentedly, running your fingers through his hair; your nails lightly grazing his scalp. It didn't take long until Harry's breathing softened and he fell asleep, and you were close behind him. Your eyes began to flutter, a silent yawn escaping you, the rain outside lulling you to sleep. As you drifted into dreamland, your hand still buried in his hair, you heard the faintest of paws hitting the ground before Mr. Pickle Jr. hopped back up on the bed, curling up at your side.
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iseveryoneherederanged · 2 months ago
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My dad : *makes me watch a good old spy movie cause I only ever watch depressing gay films and he wants to show me what real cinema is*
Me : *immediatly sprints to ao3 to read fanfics about the two spies having say gex* thank you father
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renx01 · 1 year ago
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Betrayed - part 2
Part 1
Prompt: Your father is the head of a criminal enterprise, one which has come onto the kingsman’s radar. Galahad has the task to get closer to said head, so he starts dating you. After a lot of apprehension on your side, you finally let your walls be broken down by him. That is until you find out that he’s been using you all along. Pairing: Harry Hart x (GN!)Reader Fandom: Kingsman Tags/Warnings: angst, manipulation, established relationship Word count: 2611
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You sit there in silence, tears streaming down your face. ‘Harry.’ The whisper would be inaudible to anyone but him. ‘Do it. It’s what I deserve.’ His left hand moves to hold the gun in place as you try to pull it away. ‘No, Harry.’ Your voice comes out strained. ‘I love you.’ There’s a brief pause. ‘I betrayed you, can’t you see that?’
‘If you really had, you would’ve killed me already.’
His grip on the gun loosens as he puts his forehead to yours and looks you in the eye. ‘Dear, you know I can’t do that.’ He sighs. ‘Now please, shoot me or I’ll do it myself.’ Pain is all you see in his eyes. ‘Harry, I-’
As you’re about to say something to him, your door bursts open, a young guy pointing a gun at you. ‘Drop the gun or I’ll blow your head off!’ He shouts at you as he walks around the table, so you quickly let it fall to the ground. ‘Harry, you alright bruv?’ Harry looks terribly confused as he stands up.
‘What are you doing here Eggsy?’
‘Saving your arse, isn’t that obvious?’ He looks the man over for any wounds. ‘Glad to see you’re okay. Now what’re we doing about this person?’ You still sit there, kneeling on the ground as you look at Harry who is pinching the bridge of his nose. He was obviously annoyed that things didn’t go as he’d planned. Swiftly, he grabs his glasses and puts them back on, it is as if a switch was flipped inside him. ‘Eggsy, please stop pointing your gun at my fiancé.’ The boy’s mouth almost drops onto the floor. Ignoring the obvious shock, Harry continues speaking. ‘Merlin, I need you to arrange for these bodies to be taken away and this mess to be cleaned up.’ He turns to you, his emotions unreadable once again. ‘Love, please stand up. I suppose I have some explaining to do.’
Harry had led you to his office before sitting you down. Getting out some tissues, he slowly started cleaning the blood off your hands and arms. It was silent, with Harry only giving a few instructions when he needed you to do something. The silence itself was calm, yet the tension had not dissipated. You were stiff as a board while he couldn’t bear to look you in the face. When he had almost fully cleaned the blood from your hands and arms, he finally spoke. ‘I’m sorry it had to come to this darling.’ His hands squeeze yours. ‘I’d hoped I would have more time to explain everything to you. To live a relatively normal life with you for a bit longer.’ You pull one of your hands out of his grip and stroke his hair trying to comfort him. Looking at the situation, it is awful all around.
‘Harry.’
He finally looks at you and you slowly put your hand on his cheek. ‘Please, don’t leave me.’ You whisper. ‘My love, I would but-’ ‘Harry, I need you. Now more than ever.’ A tear slowly starts falling down your face, but he reaches up and wipes it away. ‘I’m not sure if I can, but I’ll do everything in my power to stay with and protect you. Even if I have to move heaven and earth.’ Slowly, he stands up. ‘I’ll be back momentarily.’ The emotion which had laced his voice moments before disappeared suddenly. ‘Promise me, Harry.’
‘I promise.’
Minutes, which feel like hours, pass before anyone joins you again. The room is silent and the papers which hang on its walls feel almost suffocating. Silently, you stand up and leave the chair which is stood behind Harry’s desk. You need answers. Despite having noticed odd behaviours before this evening, you hadn’t expected this. Him not explaining everything to you before leaving the room didn’t help with the doubt you felt. You start looking in his dressers and around his desk. Everything seems normal; that is until you accidentally hit a button on the corner of his desk. It moves like a handle, and you find it opens a section of his wall to reveal an entire arsenal of guns and other weapons. A small gasp escapes you. Gathering yourself once more, you approach it and examine the various weapons. The guns were pretty familiar to you, as they were similar to what you grew up around, just more advanced. The same goes for the knives, which look to be pretty standard. What confuses you, however, are the several umbrellas and glasses which are on display. You grab an umbrella, which looks to be the same as the ones Harry often carries on him. Twisting and turning it, it doesn’t look to be any different from a normal one, that is until you open it, revealing a shield-like structure which allows you to look through. Quickly, you close and put it back. You decide it’d be wiser to look at the things which do not appear to be a weapon, like the glasses. Again, they look to be pretty normal, and you supposed they couldn’t be too dangerous as Harry wore them on an almost daily basis. You put them on, expecting to see how awful his vision was. What you didn’t expect was for it to show you a live feed of wherever Harry was and whoever he looked to be talking to.
‘Harry, you can’t be serious bruv.’ The young man you’re seeing through the glasses says before a scottish voice from an unknown source joins in. ‘Galahad, I knew of this mission, what it entailed, and how long it’d been going on, but you cannae tell me that you’ve fallen in love with a target.’ There’s a silence and you hold your breath, waiting for his response. ‘But I did and here we are. I cannot leave them, they’re the only person that’s ever made me some sort of way. It’s either you allow me to stay with and marry them or I’ll leave kingsman and marry them anyway.’ His voice cracks. You see how his hands move to cover his eyes, followed by hearing soft muffled sounds. ‘Harry, it’ll be alright. Just take your time and explain everything to them.’ He doesn’t reply but the muffled sounds continue. This is a side you’d never seen of him and hoped to never see again. At least not in this way, where you couldn’t go and comfort him. Slowly, you pull off the glasses and put them back into their designated spot. ‘I don’t know what to do; how to feel.’ You whisper to yourself as you sit back down.
For about half an hour, you continue to sit there in silence before someone opens the door. It’s a bald gentleman wearing glasses. ‘Hello there. Harry’s asked me to come get you.’ His voice seems hesitant, but you recognise the tone and Scottish accent from when you were wearing Harry’s glasses. You stand up and silently follow him out of the office and into the dining room. ‘I’m Merlin, a colleague of Harry’s.’ He looks at you and smiles. ‘He’ll explain everything to you momentarily. He just had to get some clearance to be able to do so.’ Merlin stops in front of the door which leads into the living room. ‘He does love you, dearly. Otherwise he wouldn’t be doing all this.’ Immediately after telling you, he opens the door, motioning for you to walk in. When you do, he closes the door behind you, leaving you and Harry alone. ‘Sit down dear. We have much to discuss.’
The rest of that evening was spent with Harry, which was in fact his real name, talking and you listening to him. He explained that while he did initially approach you because of your ties to your father, but as he got to know you he slowly started falling. You had won him over with your personality and intellect, and slowly, he started to feel guilty. But, he had hope and wanted to spend his life with you, which had resulted in him asking for your hand in marriage, despite the rules the kingsman had concerning relationships. The subject of your father and his business was one he had wanted to discuss, but life had caught up and your father ended up catching him before he could talk to you about it. It was difficult and you weren’t certain how your relationship would progress, but you knew that the both of you would try to make it work. The following weeks and months were spent with Harry showing you around Kinsman and introducing you to his colleagues. Merlin and Eggsy, who you’d met before, were his closest colleagues and friends. They were very close and he seemed particularly fond of Eggsy. He acted almost protective over him, as if he were his own son. He also looked to be quite fond of the younger agent Lancelot, who had actually beaten Eggsy in the recruitment process. Eggsy was able to join Kingsman eventually, with Harry being the main reason for it, though he wouldn’t explain how. He had been quite convinced of the young man’s skills and pulled some strings behind the scenes to make it possible. One of the nights, the two of you stayed at Kingsman HQ a bit longer and had dinner with Merlin and Eggsy. ‘So… you and Harry are staying together?’ The younger man enquires awkwardly and Harry, who had been having a casual conversation with Merlin, turns to him. ‘Yes Eggsy, we’ve been working things out amongst ourselves and we’re quite happy together.’ His gaze turns to you and he smiles. ‘Though we did have some serious conversations about the implications of our relationship and how it originally began.’ You nod. ‘We are taking our time, but I’m quite positive we’ll get out of this even stronger.’ Harry squeezes your hand in response and leans towards your ear. ‘I would like to get married at some point relatively soon; at least if you’re comfortable with that.’ He whispers. It had been over half a year since the incident with your parents had happened and you’ve slowly been building up each other’s trust. The initial months had been very difficult, but you understood that the person you love had done it to protect himself and his relationship with you. ‘I’d like that, agent Galahad.’ As he leans in to kiss you, you’re interrupted by Merlin making a coughing noise. ‘Now you lovebirds, we’re still at the dinner table and you aren’t alone.’
That night, the two of you lay in bed together. ‘My love.’ Harry says as he rolls over and looks at you. ‘I was thinking. Why don’t we get married in a small, closed ceremony? Nothing too fancy, just us and our closest friends.’ He pushes your hair out of your face. ‘Then run off to a far-away destination for a couple of weeks.’ You lean your forehead against his. ‘That actually sounds wonderful.’ The two of you kiss momentarily. ‘When?’ The smile on your face is positively mischievous. ‘How about next month? With how things are going, I should be able to get a few weeks off.’ ‘Sounds wonderful, mister Hart.’ He whispers in your ear before kissing you passionately. ‘I’ll talk to Merlin about it dear.’ So, he did. The following day he talked to Merlin and arranged for him to have some time off. Apparently, this was the first time in just over 10 years that he’s taken time off from Kingsman, so they were quite happy to oblige, especially since they have Eggsy to fill in for him during that time. You were quite surprised by that, while you knew he really loves his job, you didn’t know he was this committed. He had told you that he was in his early twenties when he had joined the organisation and the last time he’d taken some time off was when he’d caught the flu, about 5 years into having the job. With you in your early thirties, you couldn’t imagine not having had a proper holiday for so long. Despite this, he decided that he should be able to take time off for about a month and started organising your honeymoon, the destination of which remained a surprise to you on Harry’s insistence.
The day of your wedding had approached quickly. Despite only doing a civil ceremony, it was quite the celebration. Most of Harry’s colleagues and your friends had joined you for it, heading to the Kingsman estate for a small party afterwards. Now, you’re sitting at a table with your husband next to you holding your hand. Next to him sit Merlin and Eggsy, while your best friend and grandmother sit besides you. The rest of the room is filled with other friends, acquaintances, and a few family members who are sitting around several tables and talking amongst themselves. Your attention is diverted from Harry by someone tapping their glass with a spoon, something people usually do when they want to do a speech. It’s Eggsy, who looks quite nervous. ‘Excuse me.’ He hesitates momentarily before continuing. ‘I’d like to make a speech.’ He smiles at Harry. ‘I want to start off by saying that I am very happy for Harry. Over the past few years he’s helped me become a much better version of myself and I would like to thank him for that. However, that isn’t why we are gathered here today. My mentor has decided to marry his partner, which I am delighted about. Ever since they’ve been together, Harry has seemed more energetic and happier than ever before.’ He turns to you. ‘I want to thank you for being there for Harry, even in the darkest of times for the both of you, and for making him a better man.’ Eggsy sits back down quietly. The rest of the evening was spent listening to a few more speeches, followed by a relatively calm party where you and Harry talked, danced, and drank, like a lot. Towards the end of it, as the guests continued to drink and party, the two of you snuck off to your room. The night was still young and together you spent most of it enjoying it as a newly wed couple.
The following afternoon Harry took you to a small airport and Merlin was there, ready to fly you to wherever you were going. He greeted you with a smirk as Harry took your luggage up the stairs. Again, you had no clue where you were heading, but you trusted your husband. You decided to read a book while on the flight. It was quiet, but the silence was comfortable, you and your other half sitting next to each other. His hand rests on your knee while he himself reads the paper. The remainder of the, seemingly short, flight was spent in this manner. ‘Dearest,’ he pauses, ‘please close your eyes.’ You do and he leads you outside, the warm air hitting your face. ‘Now, where do you suppose we are?’ The air felt familiar, as if you’d been there many times. ‘Italy?’ You ask and he tells you to open your eyes. You recognise the airport quickly and you turn to him. ‘Tuscany, that’s lovely dear.’ ‘I’m glad you’re excited.’ He leans down to kiss you. ‘I arranged with your grandparents that we can stay in their estate for a week before we start travelling around.’ His hand, which is placed on your lower back, slowly pushes you towards the car which stands at the ready.
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judadisyourjudaddy · 1 year ago
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they should've shown harry hart sobbing like an idiot after merlin sang his little sing song theres no way he didnt get even the slightest bit attached to the computer boy come on man he was disappointed when you didnt know his favourite singer HE THOUGHT YOU WOULD KNOW he wanted a connection with you he EXPECTED a connection with you you fucking asshole put your stupid umbrella down and make out with hamish mycroft right now
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moodboards-aesthetics · 1 year ago
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Hamish Mycroft aka Merlin
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