#conrad oxford x male reader

[sunnie-angel]

Conrad Oxford feels love fill his chest for the first time and doesn’t know what to do with the feeling. It’s different than the love he feels for his family. Around them, his hands don't become clumsy and his tongue still continues to work. Loving his family feels familiar, a favourite sweater worn soft to the touch.

No, loving you feels very different. But he knows it still is love. Loving you reminds him of the stories his mother used to tell him about King Arthur, Lancelot, Guinevere. You share the same air as him and Conrad understands now how poets can write sonnets. He's swallowed the sun and all of it's stars when he looks at you.

Conrad does not have his mother’s clever voice to guide him with stories about brave knights and fine ladies anymore. Only a father's grief tinged memories barely spoken. In this matter of the heart, Conrad must find his own way through.

So he sets you as the North Star to his love’s compass, steady and true. Eyes bright enough to light up the night sky and hands gentle as the wind. It is not some fragile, courtly thing that roosts in his heart, though he sees its companion in old stories, but something wild and as natural as breathing. Breathless, he is drawn into your orbit and he lets himself be drawn. It feels oddly like flying. Your smile, more precious than any medal pinned to his chest could ever be, gives him the kind of strength that burns through his sinews and steadies his bones. Love flays him open, sweetens the breath in his lungs, rebuilds him atom by atom. He is a lovestruck fool and there is no one else he’d rather be.

[k0juki]

Nothing to worry about

Liam Stewart x reader

All genders are possible! English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors!

A/n: Just a small drabble:) requests are open! More posts here!

Words: 268

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Liam was smitten. Absolutely. When he first saw you smiling at him, he felt that tug at his heart. He felt the need to give you everything and anything you want, even though you both knew he had nothing to give you, but his love.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked, as you slowly approached him and wrapped your arms around him from behind. He was guarding around the camp, looking for any danger and/or stopping other people from leaving camp.

"You shouldn't be here, you know?" He said and smiled a little. It was weird, he should have noticed when you sneaked on him from behind, but he didn't. Something was on his mind and you've senced, it was probably either you or his duties. 

"Yeah, I know," you answered "but I wanted to see you" you admitted as your voice was getting a lot quieter. Everyone from your group started to notice how you didn't like the camp so much compared to others. 

Even Liam had his own doubts about this amazing camp, but he didn't want to admit it just like you. He knew that everywhere else you and others would be in danger and he had promised himself and most importantly you, that he will do anything, for you to be safe, no matter what. 

As he heard that tone in your voice, he turned himself in your hold to get a better look at you. "It's gonna be alright." He softly said and cupped your face in his hands. His blue eyes looking into yours.

"We just have to hold on.”

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[eykismyfav]

Quite Possibly the Stupidest Person I Have Ever Met

Requested: Yes! Anon

Request: Hey! Anything Kingsman with Conrad Oxford when you’re up for it x

Summery: Conrad is one of the most stubborn hard headed people you know which is why you know the boy would never listen to his father's reason. 

Genre: Fluff a sprinkling of agnst then fluffy at the end

Warnings: There is cross dressing female to male if you don’t like that don’t read it. Swearing, Violence, Reader kills some people somewhat graphically happens very quickly towards the end. 

Pairing: Conrad x Fem!Reader

Characters: Polly, Conrad, Shola, Orlando, Kitchener, Morton, Rasputin, King George, Archie Reid

Authors note: Conrad was an idiot but I won’t let him die. I’m sorry for the emotional rollercoaster of a one shot while simultaneously not sorry at all. DO NOT BIND YOUR CHEST WITH BANDAGES AND DON’T BIND IF YOU ARE DOING INTENSIVE PHYSICAL ACTIVITY PLEASE BIND SAFELY THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY YOUR ARE REAL.

Kingsman Requests are Open

Word Count: 2.9k+ (I really went overboard here I hope you like it.)

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“That boy is nothing but trouble...” You mumble mostly to yourself as you and Polly observe Shola and Conrad sparring with daggers covered in powder.

“You're not wrong.” Polly responds, chuckling slightly, raising her gun to shoot the dagger out of Shola’s hand. “Conrad, you have a guest,” she nods her head towards you before continuing. “And an appointment so go get ready!” 

“Of course!” He shouts back, nodding his head in your direction with a slight smirk. “Lady L/N, enjoying the view?” His playfulness is still there after not seeing you for nearly a year. You have finished your “Schooling”. You had actually been training with the same person who trained Polly in order to know how to fight and defend yourself already being a part of the Duke’s network, but Conrad wasn’t allowed to know such things.

“Bloody hell Conrad go put a shirt on already I do not have all day!” You comment rolling your eyes before entering the house.

“Oh Y/N! What are you doing here my dear?” You heard Orlando call from down the hall followed by his confident strides and the even tapping of his cane.  You meet him halfway opening your arms for a hug which he gladly accepted with a smile. It had been to long since you had 

“Just thought I would come by for an impromptu visit, but it seems I don’t have the best timing. What is this appointment Conrad has?” You ask the older man you had grown to see as a father figure with how often you found yourself at his home. 

“His first suit fitting at Kingsman tailors.” He answers giving you a good once over. “You are more than welcome to join...I am sure Conrad would not be opposed to the idea.” The older man smirks as heat quickly rises to your cheeks.

“I might just have to take you up on that offer.” You smile slyly.

You wait patiently for Conrad in the common space outside of the fitting room when you see Kitchener enter with his right hand man Morton. Like Orlando you had known Kitchener for a very long time and have actually met the man through the Duke of Oxford.

“General Kitchener? What a pleasant surprise it has been a while.” You announce your presence raising to your feet. 

“Miss L/N how have you been? What are you doing at a tailor shop?” He responds quirking one of his bushy eyebrows at you.

“I have been well just finishing up my schooling. I am actually waiting for our mutual friends the Oxford’s to finish up their fitting...” You pause gauging the General's reaction. ‘‘But you already knew they were here didn’t you?” You ask quietly with a sly smirk.

“You were always pretty quick to catch onto things. Is it that obvious?” He leans in and questions curiously.

“Orlando will figure it out, Conrad won’t know.” You inform him, smiling up at the older gentleman. 

“Fitting room 3 is ready for you Sir.” The tailor announces getting a nod from the General and Morton.

“Have a good fitting Kitch.” You smile.

“Thank you my dear.” He smiles back.

After an hour of sitting and waiting Conrad and Orlando exit the fitting room. Hearing the door open you look up and your breath catches in your throat and heat rushes to your cheeks when you see Conrad. The bastard looked damn good in a suit and judging by the smirk on his face he knew it.  

“So...what do you think?” Conrad’s question lingers for a minute as you stand up and walk over to him, taking the lapels of his new suit jacket, straightening it slightly.

“You look great Conrad.” You look into his eyes. “Like a true gentleman if you ask me.” You whisper quietly, getting lost for a moment.

“Thank you.” He whispers back. 

Behind you another fitting room door opens looking over Conrad's shoulder you make eye contact with his father and roll your eyes causing him to smile after he sees who exited the fitting room.

“General Kitchener...” Orlando starts talking to his old friend but you zone them out focusing instead on Conrad’s reaction to the sudden appearance of the two new men. He had quickly turned you around to face the men and wrapped his arm snuggly around your waist pulling you into his side. This action did not go unnoticed by anyone in the room and you had to lower your head, shaking it slightly, hiding your smile at his rather protective action.

“Perhaps we should continue this conversation in private?” Orlando’s question peaks your interest.

“May I recommend the Pattern Room, it's upstairs second door on the left.” The Tailor spoke up.

“Perfect! Morton, would you mind entertaining these two?” Kitchener asks.

“Of course Sir.” Morton answers, giving a curt nod. 

Morton, Conrad and yourself sit down in the common area. Conrad sits on the couch beside you while Morton takes a seat in one of the upholstered chairs. 

There was something off with Morton. He seemed nice enough holding a pleasant conversation with Conrad he never addressed you. The way he presented himself made you uncomfortable; it felt ingenuine like he was just playing a part. The more you thought about it the more you realised tragedy seemed to follow the man Emily’s death, Orlando’s injury, and the fact Kitchener seemed to back rather stupid and rash military decisions when he was around. Also the fact he seemed to be actively trying to recruit Conrad to the military was not getting him any points from you. Perhaps you were reading too much into this. You look him up and down again and release a slight sigh you could not figure it out. 

“Are you alright Y/N?” Conrad asks, concerned about your shift in mood wrapping his free arm around your shoulder.

“Hmm...Oh yes sorry I must have spaced out for a moment.” You rise to your feet. “If you’ll both please excuse me I need to freshen up. I'll only be a moment.” Both men nod as you make your way upstairs. 

Once upstairs you approach the Pattern Room and knock lightly before entering.

“Miss L/N this is a private matter, what are you doing here?” Kitchener says his voice filled with authority and had you been anyone else it may have scared you. You however turn to Orlando and give him a look that could be read as ‘Is this bitch serious right now’ to which he rolls his eyes. 

“She can be here.” Orlando says beckoning you further into the room. 

“Hopefully this conversation will be more mentally stimulating than the one downstairs. Morton seems to have an issue with me.” You mumble joining Orlando’s side. “Also Kitch tell your right hand man to stop trying to recruit children, it is not a good look.” You bite out knowing that it wasn’t really his fault.

“I’ll speak about it with him Y/N.” He nods lightly acknowledging your request. “As we were saying, I need you to visit the Archduke and convince him to come back to London for his own safety.” Kitch clarifies what needed to happen, probably to fill you in more than to convince Orlando.

“If I may, I think you should go Orlando and take Conrad with you. It will do you both some good.” This gets you an approving nod from the general and a scowl from the Duke. “Oh don’t give me that look you know I am right. As much as I have loved this chat I should get back downstairs soon so as to not look suspicious.” You abruptly turn and exit the room. 

“She is just like Emily.” Kitch says before you are out of earshot.

“I know she is. She keeps Conrad in line.” Orlando comments.

“She keeps you in line too my old friend.” This comment earns a chuckle from both men and a smile from you before you rejoin Conrad and Morton.

You sit in the hidden room in between Shola and Polly fiddling with a throwing knife waiting for Orlando to join you.  The door opens and Orlando walks in accompanied by Conrad.

“About fucking time!” You exclaim smiling as you jump up and pull Conrad into a hug. “Welcome to the team.” You whisper into his ear pulling away you notice a slight tint of red overtake his face. “So what is the plan?” You ask turning to Orlando.

“Well it would seem we are going to Russia ourselves.” Orlando sighs. 

“It seems we have a monk to kill.” Shola adds.

Well killing Rasputin was an absolute shit show. On the bright side he was dead, Orlando’s leg was miraculously healed and you were all alive so all and all it could be considered a win. Yay. Now you are adding the candles to Conrad’s birthday cake helping Polly.

“You should tell him Y/N.” Polly’s voice shatters the peaceful silence.

“Tell who what? Polly you are going to be more specific.” You ask innocently looking up at her slightly confused.

 “Don’t play stupid with me. Tell Conrad you love him already. I honestly do not understand how he hasn’t figured it out on his own! He clearly loves you too, he's just an idiot who doesn’t know how to express his feelings.” 

“Oh I know it’s pretty funny to watch.” 

“The two of you are hopeless.” She shakes her head lightly giggling at your antics.

“Conrad please why do you so desperately want to join this bloody war!?” You shout at the man. No. The boy in front of you. For months he had been begging his father to join the fight and you had finally reached a breaking point.

“Because Y/N it is the noble thing to do! And there is nothing you nor my father can do to stop me now! I am an adult and I don't need anyone’s permission!” Conrad growls back.

“Noble...noble...there is nothing noble about this fight. You must be an idiot to believe that. Millions of men are dying Conrad, those families don’t even have bodies to bury. Those are millions of families that instead of getting their son, husbands, fathers back they get a letter! I want you Conrad NOT a piece of FUCKING PAPER! How is that so hard for you to wrap your thick fucking head around?” You feel tears springing up begging to fall but you don’t let them. “You are quite possibly the stupidest person I have ever met Conrad...the bravest stupidest person.” You pause for a moment pulling a small parcel from your pocket. “Do me a favor though since you are so determined to go...” You pause handing Conrad the parcel filled with sunflower seeds. “Keep these in your pocket that way if you die at least something beautiful will come from it.” You wipe away a few stray tears. “If you have a death wish I will not stand by and watch you get yourself killed. I love you too much to do that.” You don’t give him time to respond before walking out of the room. 

“Y/N?” Shola asks.

“Send for me when he joins. Until then I need to get away from him. I am sorry.” You ask the man, tears trickling down your face. 

“Of course my lady.” 

“Thank you.” And with that you left the house.

When Shola shows up at your door telling you he joined the war there was a rush of a lot of emotions: anger, fear, sadness, bitterness, and motivation. 

“Shola, I need to have a meeting with Orlando and Polly.” 

“Of course I’ll drive you there.” 

“Thank you Shola.”

“Y/N are you sure this is a good idea?” Polly asks taking your measurements in order to tailor you a uniform.

“Oh it’s probably a terrible idea but I know Conrad and he won’t take a desk job. And I will not let him die if I can do something about it.” You respond by wrapping your chest in order to bind your chest. “Orlando hates this plan but he has to acknowledge that I am doing it for the right reasons.”

“He knows that Y/N but he thinks of you as his daughter and the idea of losing both of you is a lot for him.” 

“I will do my best to make sure he doesn’t lose either of us. I promise.”

That is how you ended up crawling through no man's land between the trenches next to Conrad - who for the record does not even know it is you -  in the middle of the night hoping to find the information the spy was carrying. It was not going well when six German soldiers showed up in front of you. A few of the British soldiers went for their guns but you knew better grabbing your knife waiting for your opponent to attack first.

As soon as the german lunged for you you dodge grabbing their gas mask tilting their head back and slit their throat. You look behind you to see three of the British men dead and Conrad struggling to make his first kill. You felt bad but another German was coming at you so you could not help him. You pin the next guy stabbing him in the chest and standing up quickly. You take care of one more on your own before stabbing the man your commander was struggling in the back and throwing the knife into the head of the last man who had Conrad pinned down. 

Now it was only Conrad, you, and your commanding officer. During the struggle your hat came off and your hair came loose. At that moment it was very obvious you were a woman. You walk over to Conrad and pull him up and retrieve your knife from the dead man's head before rejoining the officer. You stand there in silence for a moment waiting for the officer to say something and when he doesn’t electing instead to stare at you in complete and utter disbelief you decide to start walking towards where the spy's body would be. 

“Wait Ma’am what are you doing here? How did no one notice.” The officer asks Conrad nods, looking equally confused. 

“Now really doesn’t seem like the best time Sir. We should find the documents he was carrying then we can discuss the fact you not only took a woman on your mission but also The Duke of Oxford’s son who is supposed to be in London sharpening pencils.” You snarl back glaring at Conrad. “So I need you to listen to my next words very very carefully.” You say turning to the officer jabbing your finger in his chest. “We are going to retrieve this document NOW and as soon as we get back you take me and that man.” You point to Conrad. “Straight back to London or so help me god I will take my knife and stab it straight through your right hand...Do I make myself clear Sir?” You growl out very tired and very done with the entire situation.

“Understood Ma’am.” The officer gulps. 

“Good.”

And that was exactly what happened: you found the document and the spy who was carried back to safety and a medic while you and Conrad were taken back to London. 

As soon as you get there you are met by King George, Orlando, and the man you would come to know as Archie Reid. 

“Both of you have committed several crimes and risked the lives of countless others with your actions.” The king begins what feels like will be a very long speech.

“Yes we did your majesty, however we also recovered the original transcript of the message the Kaiser sent to his embassy and likely saved more lives than we risked. And with all due respect I am exhausted, covered in blood that is not mine and extremely hungry so if this speech could wait that would be ideal.” You remark as calmly as possible, shoving the document into the King’s hand before grabbing Conrad by the arm and dragging him away.

“Let them go...they have a lot to talk about.” Orlando says watching the two of you walk away.

“Are you done playing hero now Conrad?” You ask once you are out of earshot of the others in a private room. 

“Yes Y/N I’m sorry you and my father were right.” Conrad whimpers softly.

“Of fucking course we were! We were trying to protect you! You need to listen to the people who care about you.” You all but groan resting your forehead on his chest. “You are so dense sometimes.”

“I’m sorry...” He says before he breaks down into tears falling into your arms.

“It’s okay...shh...shh...it’s okay it’s all going to be okay I promise.” You mutter into his hair lovingly. The two of you stay like that for a while, him cryinging into your shoulder and you rubbing his back whispering sweet nothings into his hair. After about thirty minutes he calms down enough to speak.

“You didn’t give me time to say it back.” He mumbled so quietly you almost missed it. 

“Say what back?” You question back pulling away holding his face between your hands.

“I love you too. I love you so much and I almost died without being able to tell you that. I love you, I love you, I love you!” He all but screams. You smile softly at him.

“Good thing I went after you huh? I love you too...” You mutter pulling him down and kissing him for the first time but certainly not the last.

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