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Rainy Nights: Hamish 'Merlin' Mycroft x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @witches-unruly-heart

Sequel to Umbrella

It’s that night in the rain, standing under Hamish’s umbrella that he kisses you. The two of you are on the doorstep, the rain cascading down the sleek black shelter as he lingers in your proximity. He doesn’t want to leave, not really. Despite the fact it’s pouring down he’s enjoyed the walk with you, you’d linked your arm through his and for a moment the two of you felt like a real couple. Just a man and a woman enjoying one another’s company.

It's been a long time since Hamish has had that.

He likes you, despite his reservations, he does.

You’re fun, easy to talk to, skills that suit your position as an MI6 Intelligence Officer but you’re real too. You talk about your travels with genuine excitement in your eyes, describing the souvenirs you’ve collected, the people you’ve met, the things you’ve been. There’s something that lights up inside of you and it calls to Hamish more than anything else in his life.

You look so beautiful in the moment, the glow from the streetlight highlighting your skin. The scent of your perfume clings to your skin, it’s warm, subtle like molten honey on his tongue. His thumb skates over your cheek, brushing away a stray raindrop before he tips your chin up so that he can meet your gaze.

His lips brush over yours, chaste and tender.

It’s more than he imagined, he doesn’t expect the heat that comes with it, the passion. It washes over him like a wave, sweeping over his head and dragging him under.

He makes love to you, wrapped up in navy blue sheets, the rain pattering on the windows outside. He’s meticulous with his exploration of your body, his lips ghosting over each and every one of your scars before he sinks into you.

It’s nirvana, paradise and ecstasy wrapped entirely in just one person. He loses himself that night, his heart, his soul, his sanity. When you come, he comes with you, your thighs gripping his hips as he drinks down your pleasure. He stays the night, his fingertips tracing Gaelic patterns across your flesh as he kisses you into oblivion.

When he leaves the next morning it’s with reluctance.

He’s enjoyed the time the two of you have spent together and he wants to do it again, despite how detrimental this could be to the both of you.

A couple of nights later he turns up again, he’s wearing a flat cap this time, no umbrella. The rain drips off his overcoat as he stands there on your doorstep, the left side of his mouth tipping up into a smile as he takes in the midnight blue pyjamas you’re wearing. The fabric’s expensive, sustainable, a brand that he also uses.

“I didn’t expect to see you again.” You tell him, opening the door to let him in.

His fingers thread through your hair, his lips brushing over yours as he looks at you with those fathomless dark eyes of his.  

“I just couldn’t seem to help myself.”

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Karma - Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Title: Karma

Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Sean Cobb (OC), Harry (Mentioned), Eggsy, Roxy (Mentioned), and random guards (Mentioned)

WC: 4,536

Warnings: Kingsman canon violence, guns, Reader is mentioned wearing a dress and heels, pretending Kingsman Headquarters wasn't blown up, flirting?, tension, pretend relationship for mission, banter, slight angst, cursing, nicknames, fighting, knives, blood, teasing, and fluff

Breathing heavily, you skidded across the marble floor, regretting wearing heels as you held up the hem of your dress to not trip on it. Turning down another hall, you heard the shouting of the very unhappy guards - very unhappy guards with guns - not a very good combination. Now this mission was supposed to be easy, one that was supposed to take less than an hour. But no, you didn't know what happened. Either the weapons dealer saw right through your flirting and he was smarter than you thought or something happened on Kingman's part. You liked to think it was the latter's fault. 

Harry, being the new Arthur, had asked you to go on a mission to get some files from Sean Cobb, a weapons dealer. This would've been your first mission on your own, but for some reason, Harry asked Merlin to join you. He reasoned that having a date with you would make you less suspicious. You mentally wondered and questioned why Eggsy wasn't coming with you. He usually was the one who joined you on most of your missions. But, you had forgotten that Eggsy was on a mission somewhere in France, so he couldn't do it. 

And it wasn't like you didn't want Merlin to join you on this mission. It was just that you had a bit of a crush on the older man. And, well, you're not exactly sure when it began. Maybe the moment you met him. Perhaps it started during your first week at Kingsman. Or maybe it had been there all along, and Merlin just never noticed, thankfully. Or he did, and he just didn't say anything to save you from embarrassment. Whatever it was, Merlin was your friend and you liked spending time with him. That's all it was. Even if you wished for that friendship to blossom into something more. He probably didn't even think of you in that way. You were pretty young. You were supposed to be in college at the time that you were recruited, and that was a year and a half ago. 

After you were recruited, and passed all the tests, you were given the code name, Elyan. A couple of months later, is when you met Roxy and Eggsy. Which you grew closer to. You got to spend more time together, becoming quick friends. During their recruitment, you had helped Merlin during it. He had asked you for your opinion numerous times, especially in the beginning when he flooded the sleeping room. Normally, when working, Merlin was pretty stoic and serious, so when he asked what you thought of the recruits, you were surprised but honest.

You told him the truth. "I don't think most of them will get past the parachute jump."

Merlin glanced at you before looking back at his clipboard, "I remember that was a difficult task for you." He looked up at the window, the water level rising. 

"Yeah, it was." You murmured, remembering how scared you were, up so high in the sky. 

"But you did it." Merlin commented, making you smile.

"Yeah... Thanks for reminding me. I still have nightmares about it sometimes," You jested, Merlin only shook his head, looking back at the clipboard.

Running down the hall, you almost fell as you turned another corner, pushing the thickly-framed glasses up your nose, you continued to breathe heavily. You wondered how Merlin was doing, you had lost him when everything went to hell. One minute you were flirting with Mr. Cobb, and trying to hack into his computer to get those files, and then you were being shot at while running down a hall. Again, this mission was supposed to be simple, and easy... So how did it turn into this?

- Two Hours Ago -

Brushing down the skirt of the lavish dress, you let out a nervous breath. Your reflection looked right back at you as you turn your body every which way, observing the dress as it lay on your body. It was a deep red - similar to the color of red wine - made of silk, tight to your body; perfectly showing off your curves. The straps were thin, with a square neckline, and a high slit on the side of your leg; stopping mid-thigh. The skirt ended right on the floor, hiding your black heels. Overall, it was gorgeous. You felt gorgeous. You weren't really expecting Kingsman, or Harry rather, allowing you to choose your own dress for this mission. Fixing your hair, you gave yourself one last look right when there was a knock at the door. 

"Come in," You called out, grabbing the small gold earrings - a birthday present from Roxy - and placing them in your ears. The door opened, and in came Merlin, dressed in a dashing ebony suit, black tie, shiny black shoes, and gold cufflinks. Upon meeting his eyes in the mirror, you froze momentarily before smiling at him, "Hi, Merlin, could you help me with this?" You asked, fumbling with the small gold necklace. It was in the shape of the north star, and it so happened to be a gift from Eggsy; also a birthday present.

Harry, for your birthday, last year, had gifted you a novel that you had your eyes on, and had spoken about more times than not. By the time a month had passed after your birthday, you had read the book more than three times. It was hard to put down when you weren't on a mission. And Merlin... He gave you a small dagger; which you were grateful for, it was very useful during missions, and it fit perfectly in your garter - for exact missions like this one.

Raising his fist to his mouth, he cleared his throat before walking further into the room. Upon reaching you, he carefully took the necklace from your fingers. Standing behind you, he reached around, and gently placed it around your neck; it landed delicately on the center of your chest. You tried to regulate your breathing as you felt the tips of his fingers brush against the back of your neck as he clasped it in place. Merlin's hand lingered there for a moment longer before taking a step back. "There." He stated as you let out a breath you didn't even know that you were holding. "Are you ready?"

Turning slightly to face him, you nodded. "Are you ready?" You asked him in return, only for you to get a nod in response. 

Side by side, you said your farewells to Harry, who in turn, wished you good luck. Exiting Kingsman Headquarters, you clutched your bag with one hand as you and Merlin walked down the stone steps and to the awaiting car. Merlin sped a bit further than you, surprising you by opening the passenger door for you, which made you smile. Sitting down, you buckled your seat belt as Merlin shut your door before slipping into the driver's seat. 

Beginning to drive to the large estate where Mr. Cobb was holding his event, Merlin spoke up. "Do you remember our names?" He asked, staring ahead toward the road, his face stoic, as usual. 

Huffing, you answered, "Mark and Natasha Pierce. We've been married for the past couple of months, Harry mentioned we should act like we're still in that honeymoon phase or whatever." You said, a bit irritated. "You know that I know this stuff. We just went over all of it before lunch." You added, turning your head slightly to glance at his side profile.

"Of course," He began, "I was simply making sure."

Crossing your arms, you frowned slightly, "I've been on like... A hundred missions, Merl," You watched as he glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, maybe not a hundred but you know what I mean. I'm a damn good Kingsman." You reminded him.

"Of course you are," Merlin spoke, "If you weren't good at this, you wouldn't be here." Stopping at a light, he added, "I just wanted to make sure."

Shifting in the seat slightly, you leaned against the car, closing your eyes briefly to rest for a second. Opening them again, you looked out of the window. Looking at the sunset, you admired it for a bit, and before you knew it, you were at the estate.

Parking along the large field with the other fancy cars, Merlin turned off the engine. Turning in his seat slightly, he let a hint of a smile grace his lips at the sight of you, leaned against the car door, temple pressed onto the chill glass window, your eyes closed; asleep. Reaching over, Merlin's fingers just brushed the stray hairs that fell in front of your face, mentally debating whether or not to sweep them behind your ear. Instead, he pressed his hand on your upper arm, gently shaking you awake. Your eyelids fluttered open, blinking rapidly.

"We're here." He said simply, pulling his hand away.

Sitting up, you looked around, seeing the large home before you. "Oh." You muttered, grabbing your bag, and unbuckling.

"Elyan, wait." Merlin spoke up, your hand just brushing the car door to exit as you looked over at him, curiously, "Here." He continued before opening his coat pocket and pulling out a ring. It was beautiful. You felt your breath hitch, as your eyes widened, your whole body becoming rigid.

It was a golden band, topped with small white diamonds, and a round brilliant cut green Sapphire in the center. It was so delicate and ornate. It was perfect. 

You almost felt like crying. On the one hand, you were so happy to receive such a ring to wear for a mission, but on the other hand... You wished that Merlin was giving you the ring for a different reason. The more you stared at the ring, the more nervous you became. This was going to be a tough mission, you didn't know how you were going to handle having to pretend to be in a relationship with a man that you had been in love with. The thought of it made your stomach twist unpleasantly. None of this was real. 

Clearing your throat, you pulled your gaze from the ring. "Thank you..." You breathed, looking up at him and offering him a weak smile. Taking the ring and slipping it onto your ring finger, you felt your breath leave you. "It's beautiful."

"Harry picked it out," He spoke as he pulled out his own ring, a simple golden band, and slipped it on his own ring finger. You hummed, staring down at the ring. You knew that it was a possibility that Harry would pick out all the attire and accessories that you needed for the mission, he had done so for many missions in the past. Though, you couldn't help but be a bit disappointed.

"Well," You cleared your throat, "He isn't getting this back after the mission. It's mine now."

Merlin said nothing more than that, opening his door to walk around the car for you. Opening the door for you, you took his offered hand, stepping out of the vehicle. 

Entering the large home, your arm looped with Merlin's, you looked around at the high ceilings, paintings on the walls, and marble statues. You let out a breath, your hand at your side tightening its hold on your small clutch. Merlin seemed to notice how tense you were becoming, as he squeezed your hand that was on his arm lightly, "You can do this." He whispered in your ear.

Looking up at him, you nodded, "Right." You murmured quietly, taking a deep breath.

Merlin led you through the house, through numerous hallways, before finally arriving at the ballroom. The live orchestra was playing some sort of classical tune, and everyone seemed to be mingling together as if they were old friends. Everyone's faces were painted with smiles and their bodies were swaying slightly to the music. Though it all seemed to be a pretty calm and enjoyable scene, all these people were either corrupt government officials or criminals, all pretending. Immediately as you stepped into the large ballroom, you entered the lion's den. 

"Do you care to dance, Natasha?" Merlin asked, making your gaze snap from the dancing and up to him. 

Nodding, you offered him your best smile, all the while, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach swarming. Letting out another breath as Merlin began to make his way to the dancefloor with you, you told yourself to get a hold of yourself. This was an important mission, you had to push your feelings back and get this mission done and over with. 

'Play the part, play the part, play the part.'

Wrapping his arm around your waist, Merlin took your hand as your free hand came to rest on his shoulder. Gripping his hand tighter, Merlin began to lead you in a waltz, his dark eyes looking down, right into your soul; you couldn't look away. As he moved his foot, he guided yours, keeping the two of you perfectly in sync with the music. 'This is nice,' You thought to yourself, letting yourself relax.

After several moments of quiet and slow dancing, Merlin finally broke the silence with a question, "How are you feeling?" He queried softly.

"Better," You muttered, glancing around, you realized that you were technically supposed to spot Mr. Cobb while you were dancing. "He's by the bar," You murmured, eyes landing on the man from over Merlin's shoulder. 

Sean Cobb was a young man, around your age, falling into the family business after his parents mysteriously disappeared. He wasn't married, nor did he have children. His hair was a dark brown color, and it framed his face, stopping at his shoulders. His eyes were dark brown with a sliver of gold in them. He was wearing a black suit and a tie with an emerald pin. His outfit wasn't quite extravagant, and obviously expensive. His hands were wrapped around a whiskey glass filled with amber-colored liquid, watching the other couples dance. 

As the song slowly came to an end, you and Merlin broke apart, "That's my cue," You muttered, turning to head towards the bar. Leaning against the bar beside Sean Cobb, you waved down the bartender. Smiling, you ordered a drink, spying from the side of your eyes that Sean Cobb had been staring at you the entire time.

"Well, hello beautiful." He drawled, resting his cheek against his fist.

"Thank you. But I have a name..." You turned towards the man, looking at him over the rim of your glass.

Taking a sip from his drink, Sean gave you a lecherous smirk. "What can I call you, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Natasha Pierce..." You answered as you took a seat on the plush stool in front of him, "But you can call me anything you want." You smiled flirtatiously.

Sean's grin widened as he took the chance to look at you, his bright blue eyes slowly dragging along your figure. You wanted to throw up, but you kept your cool, allowing the man to continue to gaze at you. "My, my..." He trailed off, smirking, "Are you here with anyone?"

You sighed, lightly rolling your eyes as you took a small sip from your drink, "My husband actually." At those three words, Sean's smirk faltered slightly.

"Your husband? Where is he then?"

Raising your eyebrow, you glanced over at him, "I don't really know. He's somewhere around here." Crossing your legs, you let your leg slip through the slit, immediately catching Sean's eyes; his eyes trailing the expanse of your exposed leg. "But, enough about him, what's your name, handsome?"

"Sean." His voice was smooth, like melted chocolate.

"Hello, Sean..." You mumbled lowly, "What do you do exactly?" You asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Well, I am a weapons dealer." He responded smoothly, raising his eyebrow and leaning closer to you. You didn't move away, instead, you placed your empty glass down on the bar counter, "And what about you, gorgeous? What do you do?"

Biting your lip, you spoke, "I work for the government. So does my husband. We run the weapon creation firm." You smiled at him innocently.

You felt sick to your stomach, just being near this guy was creeping you out. On top of that, poor Merlin was hearing all of it with those glasses of his. Though, you should've been used to the thought of it, since Merlin always listened in on your missions, being the tech genius he was and all. You also hated that you were sometimes asked to go on missions because you were attractive and the targets would let their walls down around you. 

But after Harry took over as the new King Arthur, your missions were greatly based on your excellent combat strategies rather than your looks. It was just this one that you were stuck doing. Harry promised that this was the last mission you ever had to do where you had to flirt with the criminal. He would gladly send you on more combat-based missions, your comfort was important to him.

Before you knew it, you were walking down the hall to have a private chat with Sean the weapons dealer. Once you got into the hallway though, Sean stopped, and that's when you felt something press against your side. Sean wrapped an arm behind you, tightening his hold on your waist as you looked down and confirmed that it was indeed a gun. Dropping your shoulders, you turned to look up at Sean with a rather unimpressed expression on your face. 

"Really?" You began, raising an eyebrow, "A Colt?" You gestured to the gun almost painfully pressed into your lower ribs. "A bit extra, don't you think."

Sean glared down at you, pushing you forward, "Shut up, I know what you were playing at. You're pretty easy to read, princess." He sneered, and you mentally gagged at the nickname.

"Gee, what gave me away?" You asked sarcastically, watching as you turned down a secluded hall. 'Almost there...'

"I have the registry for every single weapons worker in the government who works with me," He paused in the middle of the hall, "And there is no 'Natasha Pierce' on it." Punching the code into the keypad on the wall, his office door opened. Moving inside, you quickly glanced around the room as the door shut.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" You asked, feeling as he pressed the gun into your side, making you wince.

Sean grinned evilly, "Yeah. This room is soundproof." He turned you around, pressing your chest into his as he stared down at you; gun now pressed into your stomach, "No one will hear you scream." All the while, your free hand fiddled with the slit of your dress.

"Noted," Grinning as you watched Sean's smirk falter in confusion. You heard the gun fall to the ground, his eyes widening as he staggered back slightly; your dagger was buried deep into his stomach. Your hand tightened around the handle, "Now, why don't you give me the password to that there computer, huh?" You asked with a glare, only for Sean to spit in your face. Pulling the blade out of Sean, you watched the blood pour out of his wound. Taking a second, you watched as he stumbled further back, hitting the wall before falling to the ground; his blood foaming a puddle around him. "What a shame." You tutted sarcastically, opening your clutch, you grabbed a small napkin; wiping your face before cleaning the blood from the dagger and putting it back on your garter. "Merl, I'm in," You spoke, rushing to the computer, leaning over to jiggle the mouse, turning it on. "But I assume that you already knew that."

"Good work, Elyan. Get the files, a few guards are beginning to grow suspicious." Merlin replied but you were already on it.

~~~

And that was how you got into this situation. Opening your clutch, you grabbed your gun, spinning around to shoot at some of the guards that were chasing after you. You were able to take out three, your bullets going through their heads as you quickly backed down the hall. Once at the end of the hall, you were about to turn around the corner when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you back into a small room. 

Initially, you felt the heat of panic fill your blood as the door to the small, dark room closed shut. 'Great,' you thought, 'I'm going to die in a closet.'

"Elyan." At the sound of his voice, you sighed, your stiff shoulders dropping in relief. 

Turning around in his arms, you strained your eyes to see Merlin, "Thanks," You breathed out, trying to back out of his arms, only to bump into the wall behind you. 

You felt a wave of nervousness wash over you at the mere thought that you were in a dark closet-like room, pressed impossibly close to your crush. You swallowed hard, "So, uh..." You cleared your throat, "What do we do now?" Merlin said nothing, reaching out to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. He tried a couple more times before a strand of curses left his lips, his Scottish lilt becoming more noticeable; making your heart skip a beat. He couldn't even try and kick the door down, there was hardly any room to breath, let alone move. "Don't freaking tell me that we're stuck in here." You began, raising your hand up in the limited space to pinch the bridge of your nose. 

Merlin let out a sigh, his warm breath fanning your face, "We are."

"You've got to be kidding me… This has to be karma or something." You exclaimed before muttering out, "First having to flirt with that Cobb creep and now this."

"Karma?" Merlin asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, I mean this is your first mission in like twenty years and I stole Harry's sandwich this morning." Merlin let a small, amused smile lift the corners of his lips, as you continued, "How are we going to get out of this?" You asked the man, whose small grin turned back into a serious frown. “You’re the more experienced one out of us.”

"I've already sent Galahad our location," Merlin answered, raising his hand, his fingers brushing against a string. Cautiously, he pulled down, a light bulb quickly lighting up the place, you sighed; finally, you could see..

"He’s back? Great, so, we just wait here?" You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes, "That'll take forever."

"Unfortunately." Merlin said, "I apologize, Elyan." Glad that he was finally able to see you, and even with your hair messed up a bit, you still looked breathtaking.

Shaking your head, you raised a hand to pat his chest, "It's fine, don't worry about it." Quickly dropping your hand after you realized what you had done. "It's not like you sent me on this mission." You shrugged, looking anywhere in the small closet but at him. “I’m going to blame Harry.”

"I never told you how stunning you look tonight," Merlin stated suddenly, his hand coming up to brush the fallen strands of hair behind your ear. His hand slowly moved from your ear to your cheek. You could feel his cold hands on your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

Looking up at him, you gazed into his dark eyes, "Oh... Well, thank you." You muttered, furrowing your eyebrows as you tilted your head into his hand, "What's going on with you?" You whispered, as Merlin just stared down at you, his gaze intense but warm. "Did you hit your head or something? I mean, the ceiling in here is pretty low." You sputtered out a small laugh, trying to hide how bashful and nervous you were feeling with a joke, but it didn't seem to help the situation like usual.

Merlin sighed, his hand dropping from your cheek, and looking away from you, Merlin spoke, "Nothing's wrong, I promise." His accent thickened a little with his words, "Just a bit of a headache, nothing you should concern yourself with."

"Merl, how long have we known each other?" You asked, narrowing your eyes at him, "You can trust me."

Merlin stared down at you, an unknown look in his eyes, lips pulled into a straight lip; pursed. “I’m not very good at this, love,” He muttered, almost too quiet for you to hear. It was then that Merlin seemed to shake himself out of whatever trance he was in. His eyes softened and you swore that you saw a flash of sadness in them, which disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared.

Staring up at the man, you let in a breath as you took a chance. One that could either blow up in your face or change everything. Reaching up, you stood up on your toes before placing your hand on the side of Merlin’s face, gently stroking the soft skin. Your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones lightly as you looked up at him; it seemed everything was going alright, he hadn't pushed you away.

And finally, you pressed your lips to his, soft and chaste. Slowly, you pulled back, your hands falling from his face to rest on his chest. Your heart hammered in your chest, nerves rising as you worried that you had ruined everything. Slowly, he raised his own hand, moving to cup your chin gently. You felt your breath catch in your throat, unable to say anything as he leaned down closer to you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils once more, making your stomach tighten.

You felt his soft lips press against yours, his mouth parting slightly. A slight gasp escaped you as you immediately kissed him back. It took everything in you not to cry in relief as you gripped his jacket tightly. All you could think was, 'thank you' to whatever higher power was out there as one of his hands came up to cup the back of your head while the other wrapped around your waist.

Pulling away, you let out a shaky breath as he placed his forehead against yours. You both stayed silent, enjoying the moment as you caught your breath. Finally, you said, "I should steal Harry's sandwiches more often..." You joked, smiling as you looked up into those enchanting brown eyes again.

He chuckled before bringing you closer, but before he could say anything, the closet door opened revealing Eggsy. He immediately smirked, looking between you and Merlin in each other's arms. "Well, time to go, love birds." He spoke, voice chipper. Awkwardly, you both pulled away, quickly leaving the closet. Walking down the hall, Eggsy continued to tease, "If I knew that throwing you two in a closet would finally get you two together, I would've done it ages ago."

The pair shot daggers at his back, Merlin mumbling under his breath. You scoffed, "Come off it, Eggsy." You grumbled, though your sour expression didn't last for long when Merlin gently took your hand in his. You smiled at him, letting his fingers intertwine with yours as you walked down the hall towards the exit.

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Hello, lovely humans! 

This blog is officially ACTIVE. And I couldn’t be more excited to getting back to writing for pleasure.

As many of you know, a few years ago I took a leap into writing professionally and now I am a full-time interactive fiction narrative designer, writer, and editor. While I adore my job, I also spend most of my time writing things based on storylines designed by others, few things solely of my own invention. And writing begets more writing. The more you do it, the more you want to do it, the more you are stimulated by the act itself. And so, even though my writing schedule is more busy than ever, I need to counter it with writing that is strictly for fun, otherwise I am going to burn out completely.

So thanks for your patience on this journey. I am SO THRILLED to celebrate with you.

To celebrate, we’re going to do some stories based on prompts and add some new fandoms to the mix.

(yes, the good place gifs are back)

The Rules:

Must be following me (@ardentmuse)

Must submit me an ask with a number of a prompt and a character

Must like this post

Please reblog, but this isn’t required :) 

Only one submission per person, please!

Block “#ardentmuse welcome back” if you don’t want to see these for whatever reason (though some of my best work comes from prompts)

Each ask will become a reader-insert imagine. Aiming for ~1k words for each of these, but we’ll see where the spirits take me.

Note that these will be slower than my previous turn around on these. My goal is one per day, to be cut off in ~3 weeks, so it is likely I won’t get to every prompt. I’ll do my best.

Character list and prompt list below the cut.

Hugs, Lia

Characters:

Note: all responses will be reader inserts (no x ships). Also, this list is off the top of my head so if I missed anyone that you really want to see, let me know.

*Bold represents characters I am absolutely in love with writing at the moment, so those requests would make me so happy

Harry Potter:

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Percy Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ron Weasley

Harry Potter

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Oliver Wood

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

James Potter

Remus Lupin

HPHM:

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Talbott Winger

Barnaby Lee

Murphy McNully

Orion Amari

Andre Egwu

Jae Kim

Diego Caplan

ASOIAF / Game of Thrones:

Ned Stark

Robb Stark

Jon Snow

Bran Stark

Tyrion Lannister

Jaime Lannister

Robert Baratheon

Stannis Baratheon

Theon Greyjoy

Gendry (Waters)

Podrick Payne

Sandor Clegane

Petyr Baelish

Kingsman:

Harry Hart

Merlin (Hamish Mycroft)

Eggsy Unwin

Tequila

Whiskey (Jack Daniels)

James Spenser (Lancelot)

Love Island: The Game:

Jake Wilson

Bobby McKenzie

Gary Rennell

Henrik

Lucas Koh

Ibrahim

Noah

Bruno

Will

Lovelink:

Antoine Dawson / Noah Cruz

Brett O’Hara

Cianán Ó Faoláin

Dr. Vile

Jay Perry

Gabe Scott

Garrett Brown / Rory O´Brien

Hugo Hornsby / Marco Bottazzi

Taylor (Hugo / Marco’s route)

Nicholas Adley

Nick Klaus

Nori Cove

River Nightshade

Salvatore Luciano

The Prompts from Futurama:

Good news, everyone.

At the risk of sounding negative, no.

I love Y/N, always and forever.

This is it. The moment we should have trained for.

For a split second, my common sense was overwhelmed by pity.

I never even told her I loved her.

Well, you obviously won’t listen to reason. 

It’s when women are polite to each other you know there’s a problem.

...plus some other emotions which are weird and deeply confusing.

When you look this good, you don’t have to know anything.

Hey, sexy mama.

This is the worst kind of discrimination. The kind against me.

Thank you all for the inspiring advice, but I’m perfectly happy with my life the way it is.

Life is about decisions.

Oh wait, you’re serious. 

You leave me breathless.

Everyone, I have a very dramatic announcement.

We can all fight when we’re drunk.

It’s all so complicated with the flowers and the romance and the lies upon lies.

I’m feeling a strange new emotion I have never felt before.

You lost the woman of your dreams but you still have [xxxx].

Let’s knock this up a notch!

Gimme your biggest, strongest, cheapest drink!

I know who you are. You're the woman I've waited for my entire life.

You know what cheers me up? Other people’s misfortune.

I really ought to do something but I am already in my pajamas.

Valentine’s Day is coming up?

I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.

Of course I'm being irrational, I'm in love!

Let's get the hell out of here already! 

What the hell is that thing?

You know, someone ought to teach you a lesson.

You should say something else.

It really makes me happy to see you right now.

What kind of party is this?

I can explain.

But of everyone I ever dated, you're probably in the top ten.

It's been quite a journey. 

What a thoughtful and considerate thing for you to say.

Look, I know it's not much consolation. But, I understand how you feel.

[chiefdirector]

Whumptober 2021

Whumptober 2021 prompt list

No. 1 ALL TRUSSED UP AND STILL NOWHERE TO GO | Natasha Romanoff

No. 2.TALKING IS OVERRATED | Bruce Wayne

No. 3 STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES... | Bucky Barnes

No. 4 TRUST FALL | James Bond

No. 5 I’VE GOT RED IN MY LEDGER | Charles Xavier

No. 6 TOUCH AND GO | Leo Fitz

No. 7 MY SPIDEY-SENSE IS TINGLING | Loki Layfeson

No. 8 COUGHING UP A LUNG | Thomas Thorne

No. 9 RUMOURS OF MY DEATH HAVE BEEN GREATLY EXAGGERATED | Hamish Mycroft/Merlin

No. 10 OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN | Young!Remus Lupin x Young!Sirius Black

No. 11 THAT'S GONNA LEAVE A MARK | Elijah Mikaelson (part one)

No. 12 IT’LL BE FUN, THEY SAID | Elijah Mikaelson (part two)

No. 13 THAT’S GONNA LEAVE A MARK | Derek Shepherd

No. 14 UNDER PRESSURE | Yelena Belova

No. 15 FEED A COLD, STARVE A FEVER | Remus Lupin

No. 16 ON A NEED TO KNOW BASIS | Alex Karev

No. 17 FIELD CARE 101 | Peter Parker

No. 18 THE DOCTOR IS IN | Loki Layfeson

No. 19 JUST A SCRATCH | Hannibal Lecter

No. 20 LOST AND FOUND | Hannigram x reader

No. 21 THAT'S WHERE THE BLOODS SUPPOSED TO BE | Alastor Moody

No. 22 THEY MADE ME DO IT | Wanda Maximoff

No. 23 YOU BREAK IT, YOU BUY IT | Remus Lupin

No. 24 ONE DOWN, TWO TO GO | Hannigram x reader

No. 25 HIDE & SEEK | James Bond

No. 26 YOU WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP | Sirius Black

No. 27 I'LL BE FINE, I PROM... | Charles Xavier

No. 28 IT'S NOT JUST IN YOUR HEAD | Thomas Thorne

No. 29 ALL WORK AND NO PLAY | Tommy Shelby x Alfie Solomans

No. 30 DIGGING YOUR GRAVE | Cisco Ramon

No. 31 HURT & COMFORT | Helmut Zemo

[zaraquinn]

writing requests: kingsman: the service edition.

• kingsman: the secret service (film) writing request post •

new fandom writing requests are open! this will be pinned on my this blog (my writing blog) before any posts if you are interested! when this is not pinned, that means requests are closed (as well as it will say in the title if you happen to stumble upon it)

send your requests in my inbox (request a genius idea tab on desktop)

search: masterlist or go to my bio where my masterlist is linked for my previous works (kingsman ones should be at the bottom of the post––meaning it’s my recent works!) (if it is not shown the fandom masterlist, it has not been made yet)

headers by my me/my main blog @raineeace |

º writing requests rules and such º

if you want to request anything, send it through my inbox (see above)! i will get to most of it, but for now, it has to be anything kingsman: the secret service [films] and not kingsman: the golden circle (as of right now). if it is anything else, i might not do it, only because that is not what i am asking for––that being said, that doesn’t mean i won’t do it. i might get to it if i make another writing request post for that fandom (if you view around my blog and masterlist post, you’ll see what fandoms i’m in) i will get to it.

i might not get to every request related to the fandom if there is too much–-i will always let any user know if i am not doing their request(s) or not.

although an exception is me not answering your request means two things:

writing takes longer nowadays then it used to, only because i am a college student, so please bear with me on your requests! again, unless i already replied to your ask early on (saying i can’t do your request for ‘xyz’ circumstances), then they are in the works.

i’m just inactive on my writing blog.

usually, i make the post of your request and tag you plus answer your request with a link to the post i made for it :) (double notification gang)

i don’t write male character x male!reader (only because i am not a male), but i do write non-binary and gender neutral upon request.

i write nsfw/smut TO AN EXTENT. but that sweet sexual tension & spiciness are the usual. do not except full on nsfw and/or smut.

no copying any words or my work! being inspired is okay, and sharing it is even fine––as long as it leads back to the post it originated from in my blog. reblogging your review or even commenting your review on the post is the best way to share and show some love :)

i don’t really do tags on requests on posts if it was a series, but if requested, i certainly will tag you in it!

feel free to dm me for any specific requests, writing help and other things related to kingsman and writing!

i write for the main three men of kingsman: the secret service; harry hart, eggsy unwin and hamish “merlin’ mycroft. although i will do roxy morton upon request! [my main ones i am most comfortable writing for are in bold]

happy requesting!

[shipsforeveryone]

✨1/3 hello! can i have a harry potter, kingsman, mcu, x-men , new girl, sherlock, tvd, the originals, teen wolf and the lord of the rings ship please? and can i get a blurb for x-men or the originals? (an enemies to lovers or whatever you like!) i’m a short and kinda curvy 22 year old straight female, i’m an intp 5w6, i think physical touch is my love language, i love holding hands! i got slytherin on my pottermore quiz but i think i’m more of a slytherin ravenclaw hybrid. 🌪

✨2/3 i cry with almost every movie/show or book i watch or read but i’m unemotional in my actual life. my dad died suddenly, when i was 18 so i have severe trust issues.i like fictional characters more than real people, i have social anxiety but when i get comfortable with someone i become this awkward, bubbly ball of fun. i’m reallyy sarcastic, blunt and stubborn, i’m also quite competitive and a perfectionist. i was really smart when i was younger but then depression hit and i 🌪

✨3/3 forgot how to use my brain. i listen to music 24/7, i love listening to songs that make me cry! i also love binge watching movies/tvshows over and over again. i really enjoy painting. i did archery for about 5 years and i absolutely loved it. i love people who can get my sarcastic sense of humour and i hate small talk! i thrive under pressure.i love intelligent people and i wish i could know everything about everything. i'm really sorry this is so long, have a great day! thank you 🌪

Sure thing! Hope you don't mind but I decided to do Admitting Feelings for the scenario. Also putting this below a cut!

Harry Potter

Romantic - George Weasley. I think George would love how sarcastic and blunt you are and would want to participate in all of your hobbies. He'd do everything he could to win your trust. And he would show you how to cut loose and prank the hell out of anyone you had an issue with. On days when depression is really hitting you hard, George would be there for whatever you needed or wanted. He'd go out of his way to cheer you up.

Best Friend - Luna Lovegood. I think that Luna would be completely unfazed by your sarcasm and blunt nature. And the most understanding of your social anxiety and your sense of humor. Not to mention she'd understand the effect of losing a parent can have, so she'd always be there for you whenever you need her.

Kingsman

Romantic - Hamish Mycroft / Merlin

Best Friend - Harry Hart / Galahad

MCU

Romantic - Bruce Banner

Best Friend - Wanda Maximoff

X-Men

Romantic - Hank McCoy

Best Friend - Charles Xavier

New Girl

Romantic - Nick Miller

Best Friend - Jess Day

Sherlock

Romantic - Sherlock Holmes

Best Friend - John Watson

The Vampire Diaries & The Originals

Romantic - Klaus. I can truly see you with Klaus. Both of you have severe trust issues but I think you'd work through them together. Whenever your depression would get the best of you, Klaus would set everything up so the two of you could paint together or binge-watch your favorite movies and shows.

Admitting Feelings - Klaus would take forever to say it in words. His actions and behavior around you would indicate his feelings for you. Until one day, after a nasty fight with one of his siblings, Klaus would show up on your doorstep. He'd confide in you because you're the only person he fully trusts. While unloading everything else off his chest, he'd gently cup your face in his hands and tell you about the feelings he has for you.

Best Friend - Elijah Mikaelson. Elijah would understand you and he'd be the one to assure you that even though Klaus doesn't always show it, you make Klaus so very happy.

Teen Wolf

Romantic - Stiles Stilinski

Best Friend - Lydia Martin

Lord of the Rings

Romantic - Frodo Baggins

Best Friend - Elrond

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Blue- Roxy Morton

Pairing: Roxanne Morton x Reader

Characters: Roxanne Morton, Hamish “Merlin” Mycroft

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 473

Author: Aaron

With crossed arms and a vigilant gaze Merlin turned his back to the strong winds and asked you and Roxy to step forward and onto the white marked line.

“In front of you are a pistol and thirteen targets at staggered intervals, your pistol has thirteen rounds in the clip, each with either a red dye or a blue dye. Red for you Roxanne, blue for you y/n. You will start simultaneously, whoever can take out the most targets will get an advantage in the next round.” Roxy stepped forward and planted her feet heavily into the floor as she noted the position of the targets that scattered the field. “Once you are both ready to begin, raise your left hand and start firing once the bell sounds.”

Since you had both been recruited into the Kingsman training programme, you and Roxy had a fierce streak of competition against each other, and Merlin only seemed to aggravate this by always pairing you up. She brought the iron sights up to her eyes and zipped her aim from target to target.

“I’m sorry about this.” She rolled her shoulders back and rose her hand into the air. “I would go easy on you, but I don’t want to. Just try your best and don’t feel too bad when I win.”

“Y/n, we do not have all day. If you could please get into position, that would be great… thank you.”

“I could even just get seven, you can get six and it won’t look that bad.” You brought your hand slowly up into the air, sat your feet into the freshly cut grass and waited for the ringing bell to signal the start.  “I do admire your courage sometimes.”

“Focus on the task, no need for schoolyard flirting.” Roxy grinned and blushed as the bell echoed through the mostly empty field but before she could let off her first round you wrapped your arm around hers and pulled it behind your back, allowing you ample time to quickly fire a blue splatter in the centre of all thirteen targets. “Merlin never said anything about not interfering with our competitor.”

“Well…” Once he made sure nobody was going to shoot again, Merlin stepped forward just to check all the landing shots had come from your gun. “I would normally advocate nothing but teamwork within the Kingsman, but it was effective, and I have to admire the quick thinking. The advantage goes to y/n.”

“That was very clever y/n.” Roxy sat her gun on the line as did you and you stepped back for the next pair to compete. “But, don’t think you’ll be able to pull a fast one on me like that again, you merely took me by surprise.”

“Perhaps you should work harder on not being surprised, that and your terrible flirting technique.”

[thethoughtsfromthreeam]

Lady of the Lake

Pairing: Ginger Ale/Elizabeth x Merlin/Hamish and small Agent Whiskey/Jack Danies x OC (Shirley Temple)

Warnings: Diabeetus inducing fluff

A/N: Final chapter for Lady of the Lake; I’m tagging Jack because we’re getting an epilogue to California too.

Reminder: I haven’t seen Kingsman: The Golden Circle, so I’m just using the Wikia, IMDB.com, some gifs, and my own weird ass brain to make up this whole ass story.

Tag List:

@zeldasayer , @romanticgumchewer, @beskars​ , @coolmaybelateruniverse , @the-feckless-wonder, @lavenderl3mons , @pascalisthepunkest , @mandoandyodito​ , @randomness501 , @fioccodineveautunnale  [please message me to be added or subtracted if you were just here for some Jack Daniels goodness!  I don’t want people being tagged in something they don’t want]

[PART 1]  [PART 2]  [PART 3] [PART 4]  [PART 5]  [PART 6]  [PART 7]

Part 8 

I Would Walk Four Thousand Miles

Six Months Later

“This is kind of like old times.”  Shirley mused as she laid against Jack.  His arm was around her, hand splayed across her belly.  He was proud of her; this was the first time she had left Louisville in five years.  She was curled up with a book in her hand while Jack was reading up on his latest case on the tablet.  The flight had been smooth, and, in a few hours, they’d be in London.

“I’m glad you decided to go, moonshine.”  He said as he kissed the top of her head.

“Of course, I wasn’t going to last much longer without a girl’s night.” They smiled and went back to their respective reading material.

---***---

“Love, I’m going to the hanger to meet with Jack and Shirley.  Do you want me to pick up anything?”  Hamish leaned down to kiss the top of Elizabeth’s head while she stirred one of the boiling pots on the stove.  She looked up and smiled at him.

“No, wait, could you pick up some extra ice?”  He nodded while putting on his coat and grabbing his hat.  Fall in London was chilly, he had hoped Jack and Shirley were prepared for gloomy weather for the duration of their visit. Elizabeth checked on her various food projects for dinner before heading to the guest bedroom to get it ready for her friends.  As she pulled down the comforter, a knock sounded at the door.  When she opened it, Tequila was standing there, grinning. Elizabeth smiled and they hugged before he came in.  She took his coat.

“Where’s Hamish?”

“Gone to pick up Shirley and Jack, they should be back soon.  You want anything?”

“I’m good, I can’t wait to see them.”

“Neither can I.”  Tequila dropped an arm around Elizabeth’s shoulders, and they walked into the kitchen together.  He made himself a drink while she putz around getting things ready.  

“Here, let me help.”  He took the plates from her hand and began setting the table.  “I feel like tonight would be just like old times if Champ were comin’, too.”

She smiled and nodded.  They had been a tight group back in the States and she found herself texting and calling Champ almost as often as she talked with Shirley and Jack.  As Elizabeth began platting dinner, she handed off bowls and plates to Tequila, who took them to the table.  Just as they were getting the last of it down, the door opened, and Hamish walked in with their guests.  Elizabeth turned to greet her friends when all hell broke loose.

“Ging!  OH MY GOD!” Shirley stopped and yelled, looking at her friend.

“SHIRLEY, IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?!”  Ginger stopped in her tracks, hand over her mouth.

“CHAMP!” Yelled Tequila when he saw the older man bringing up the rear. Hamish, Champ, and Jack all stood there, overwhelmed by all the noise.

While Tequila ran over to hug Jack and Champ, Shirley and Ginger stepped up to each other, eying the growing belly on the other woman.  Their jaws were dropped for a long moment before they started laughed and hugging as close as they could.  Hamish and Jack shook hands and smiled at each other.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant!?!”  Shirley’s voice waivered with tears.

“Me?  Why didn’t you say anything?!”  Ginger shot back, also trying not to cry.

“Because I knew I was going to see you and I wanted to surprise you.”

“Same, Shirl, same.”  They broke apart and looked at each other.  The next phase in their sisterhood was about to start and they were giddy they were starting it together.  Elizabeth couldn’t stop her tears when she stepped around Shirley to hug Champ, who himself was trying not to cry.  

He never had kids himself, but he always saw the foursome as his own. He would deny playing favorites, but everyone knew that Jack, Tequila, Shirley, and Elizabeth were his team and he’d die for them if he had to.  To see his girls both pregnant just made him giddy as hell.

“Is this one going to call me Grandpa, too?”  He looked down at Elizabeth, with a hopeful look in his eye.

“Of course!  I couldn’t ask for a better grandpa to dote on him.”

“You’re having a boy?”

“Yeah.  Shirley, you know what you guys are having?”

“A girl.” Came the reply as Shirley began walking down the hall to the bathroom.  This kid was doing the Texas Two-step on her bladder and she couldn’t wait a single moment longer.  Everyone laughed as Elizabeth ushered everyone out of the foyer and Hamish took their coats.  

Jack walked their bags to the guest room while Elizabeth apologized to Champ that they only had one guest room.  The older man insisted he didn’t care; he was staying in some fancy hotel in town because why not?

The group sat down to dinner and for the rest of the evening, the six of them laughed and joked like old times.  Stories were shared over dessert and future plans were made while the fire cackled warmly beside them.  Before long, the conversation petered off and Champ and Tequila decided to take their leave of the two couples.

The four sat there comfortably, watching the fire and soon Hamish and Jack kissed their respective lovers before ambling off to bed to let the girls catch up.  They moved to the couch and grabbed a blanket.  Leaning against each other, the two women sighed with contentment. Elizabeth made the decision to move in with Hamish the day she talked with Shirley.  They knew it was coming, but Shirley still missed her friend terribly. Her friendships with other specialists and agents were nice and all, but Elizabeth was her sister.

“How far along are you?”  Asked Elizabeth.

“A little over six months.  You?”

“Same.”  Shirley thought back six months and suddenly sat up, turning towards Elizabeth.

“Did you make that baby in my library?!”  Ginger started to laugh.

“I don’t know, possibly.  Hamish and I screwed like rabbits that whole day.”  It was Shirley’s turn to laugh.

“Are you happy, Ging?”  Shirley’s voice was quiet, and she squeezed her friend’s hand.

“Yes.”

They laid back down and whispered together about their lovers, their babies, and other secrets only friends can speak to each other.  At some point, the fire died, and the women feel asleep where they sat, heads stacked on top of each other and hands grasping. In the hours before dawn, Hamish walked into the kitchen, stopping when he saw the two women lightly snoring on the couch.  He detoured into the living room, smiling at the scene.  He adjusted the blankets that had fallen off before kissing both their heads. He continued into the kitchen to get a glass of water before heading back to bed.

Just another night in the Mycroft residence.

[silentwaters4]

Hello! I absolutely adore your imagines and your ships, so I was wondering if you would mind shipping me with a member from the Kingsman. I am around 5'10, i have reddish brown hair, and hazel eyes. I like cooking, reading, writing, watching movies (action and horror), planning outfits (odd, i know) and going on "adventures". I would like to say that i'm caring, nice, and a bubbly person but I can be straight forward and serious when needed. Cheers x!

Thank you for waiting, dollup! I ship you with:

Merlin/Hamish Mycroft

Under the codename Nimue, you were the Kingsman’s tailor, so to say. A specified one. Anytime one of the boys had a mission where they would have to go deep undercover, it was your job to make them look like they fit in. You helped Eggsy look like an Italian millionaire, Harry look like a bum, and Roxy look like a Triad leader. You were bloody good at your job. You often went to Merlin looking for help on creating the designs (you didn’t really need his help, but he was kinda cute). He’d fluster around a bit before moving some things so you could have a seat. After awhile, he mentioned that you could keep him company during some of the missions he had to overwatch. You took him up on those offers and gladly joined him. You were a bit of a distraction in the sense that you wouldn’t hold back any sarcastic comments that went through your mind. Of course, this had Merlin smirking and chuckling the whole time. The only reason Arthur let it continue was because you also knew when to be serious…or rather, you had brought a book or your writings to work on. You were there mostly for Merlin, though you’d occasionally talk to the others. One late night, however, you had stayed long after the mission was over. You and Merlin were in his office conversing about random things here and there. He’d geek out and then you’d geek out. After a small moment of silence, Merlin merely stated “I couldn’t imagine my life without ya.” You beamed at the comment. Before anything could continue, you gripped his hand and started pulling him away. “Where are we goin?” “On an adventure!”

[ao3feed-merlahad]

Everything I Wanted

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2tlKCGy

by stormie92

You are the lover of Harry Hart who was sadly shot in Kentucky.

After mourning, Merlin and you start a relationship. Kingsman is attacked which sends you lot packing to Kentucky where you find out about Harry and horrible things happen.

Words: 391, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Kingsman (Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Harry Hart, Merlin, Hamish mycroft, Harry hart x reader - Character, Merlin Kingsman x Reader, Hamish Mycroft x Reader - Character

Relationships: Merlin (Kingsman)/Reader, Harry Hart | Galahad/Reader, Harry Hart | Galahad/Merlin, Hamish Mycroft x Reader

Additional Tags: Harry Hart x Reader - Freeform, Merlin x Reader - Freeform, Kingsman imagine, Merlin Kingsman x Reader - Freeform, Hamish Mycroft - Freeform, Love, Love with both men, Two Lovers, Post-Kingsman: The Golden Circle, Post-Kingsman: The Secret Service, Kingsman Family, Kingsman Spoilers, kingsman - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2tlKCGy

[bullet-prooflove]

You marry me, your father will disown you ❤️

“So I say ‘you marry me, your father will disown you’?” Hamish recounts the story as the two of you sit across from each other, surveying the chessboard. His fingertips trail over the black knight as he ponders his next move.

“Don’t tell me…”

You trail off as he raises his eyes to look at you.

“She was aristocracy, and I was a grunt in the Marines.” He says as he shifts the chess piece onto an empty square. “What do you think happened?”

“This is where you tell me you’re secretly a Duke.” You tease, your fingers enclosing around a pawn before you move it one space ahead.

“I’m sorry to disappoint.” Hamish says settling back into his seat. “I’m just a poor lad from a council estate in Glasgow.”

It still pricks at him, you can tell, it’s a barb right under the surface of his skin. His entire life he’s been told he isn’t good enough, that he’ll never amount to anything. It has been compounded by his upbringing, a disinterested father who spent the majority of his time drinking the nights away, lashing out at his sons. A mother over encumbered, working three jobs to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. He’s come such a long way since then but those words they stab at his gut, still make him doubt his worth.

His dark eyes focus on you as you raise from your seat, his hands come to rest on your hips as you slide into his lap, thighs straddling his hips. You cradle his face between your hands, your lips brushing over his as you whisper.

“You are far from disappointing my love.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Hamish 'Merlin' Mycroft Masterlist

Umbrella - Hamish walks you home on a rainy night.

Rainy Nights (NSFW) - Companion piece to Umbrella - The night doesn't end when you get to the doorstep.

Compliment - Hamish tries to teach you how to take a compliment.

Honeypot - Hamish is forced to listen as you seduce another man.

Far From Disappointing - Hamish tells you a story from his past.

Dreams - Hamish thinks about what could have been.

Letters - Hamish finds a letter in your desk addressed to him.

Handwritten - Companion piece to Letters - Hamish decides to write his own letter.

This Life... - For a moment there was more to the life you lead.

Pretend - Hamish makes a decision regarding your relationship.

[bullet-prooflove]

Handwritten - Hamish 'Merlin' Mycroft x Reader (Drabble)

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond @witches-unruly-heart

Companion Piece to Letters

The evening after Hamish finds the letter in your desk, he decides to write his own. He takes a letterheaded piece of paper from his study and sits down in the forest green Chesterfield, alongside the fireplace. The fire casts a warmth across his skin as he crosses one leg over the other and sets a book down upon his lap.

Smooth jazz is playing on the record player, dulcet songs that make him think of the last time you were in his apartment, the proximity of your body as you swayed together. Hip to hip, cheek to cheek, it’s the small moments he enjoys, the side of you that no one else gets to see.

He’s never written a ‘Just in Case’ letter before. He’s never had the need to. His friends are fleeting or Kingsmen themselves and his family are all deceased. If he perishes his estate is divided amongst a series of charities. Everything is taken care of, everything except you.

He uncaps the fountain pen, the nib hovering above the expensive paper. He thinks about what he wants to say, the words that refuse to leave his mouth when he’s with you, the ones that are on the tip of his tongue when you lay sleeping beside him.

To my dearest love, he writes. There’s so much that I wish I could have said.

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[bullet-prooflove]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bullet-prooflove]

“Is this guy bothering you?” With my love

Hamish doesn’t consider himself a jealous person. He’s known for his cool head and his ability to remain calm in a myriad of situations but there is something about seeing another man with his hands on you that riles him.

The dress you’re wearing is a backless, floor length affair, it clings to your form, highlighting your assets. You look stunning and all he wants to do is take you upstairs and peel away the pretty fabric, however that’s not the reason you’re here tonight. It’s the man standing beside of you, his fingertips trailing along the smooth skin of your back as he leans in close, whispering into your ear.

“That dress would look gorgeous on the floor of my hotel suite.”

The thought of that invokes something primal inside of Hamish, the idea of another man touching you the way that he touches you, kissing you, fucking you. He tries to shake it off by taking a sip of his scotch but the imagery, it’s vivid.

It’s a mission he tells himself, the honeypot is a classic tactic but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

“Why don’t we head upstairs?” You tease, your fingertips reaching up to adjust the target’s bowtie. “Maybe your tuxedo can join my dress.”

Hamish feels his jaw tense, his gaze tracks you to the elevators.

He sees the kiss just as the doors start to close, the other man’s hands threading through your hair, he hears the rough masculine moan over the comms before he pulls out his ear piece. He doesn’t need to hear the rest.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

The Author And The Spy - Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Title: The Author And The Spy

Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Harry (Mentioned), Eggsy (Mentioned), and Robert (Mentioned)

WC: 2,046

Warnings: Flirting?, James Bond movies mentioned, nicknames, alcohol mentioned, mini angst, and fluff

The sky was a dull gray, with matching gray clouds, like it usually was in London, England. Merlin, on one of his rare days off, was taking a walk down the slightly crowded sidewalk, with no particular destination other than to enjoy his free day away from all of the chaos that was his line of work. Merlin was actually having a good day until he felt something - or someone - bump into his chest, a small 'oof,' sounding from that someone in front of him.

Looking down, Merlin watched as you stumbled backward slightly, eyes wide in surprise; your one hand coming to cover your mouth as you looked up at the man in apologetic shock. "I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" You exclaimed, looking very embarrassed as you absentmindedly brushed the front of your red coat of any invisible debris. 

Merlin took the time to observe your features, how your hair fell perfectly over your face, your stunning eyes shining as they stared up at him, and your lips looked soft as you anxiously licked them. Merlin thought you were beautiful, gorgeous. He smiled at you softly, "No harm done," He began, his eyes then quickly looking over your body for any visible injuries, "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice laced with concern as you just shook your head.

"No, I- I'm alright, thank you. I- I know this may seem odd or weird but can I get you a drink? A coffee maybe? As an apology... I feel terrible for running into you; ruining your day and everything..." You babbled nervously, fiddling with your hands, looking anywhere except at him, whose smile slightly widened; he thought you were adorable. 

Merlin, being a spy and tech wizard genius, knew that he should always be on his guard, but you didn’t seem to be acting suspiciously, and Merlin was usually very good at reading people, so perhaps it was okay to relax a little bit… “You don’t need to worry, you did not ruin my day whatsoever,” Merlin said with a chuckle before gesturing in front of him slightly, "But I would love to take you up on that offer. Please, lead the way... Uh..." Hinting towards your name, your eyes widened in realization once more.

"Oh! My name is Y/N." You replied, before walking side-by-side with the man to a very nearby cafe. "And what may I call you? Or is ‘handsome stranger’ good enough for now?" Your teasing words made Merlin grinned a little, and you found yourself flushing at your own boldness, but before he could answer you, you had both entered the cafe. Walking up to the counter, you gave the barista a smile, "Hello! One caramel macchiato for me, please," You ordered, turning to look up at Merlin to get his, "What would you like?" You then asked, and the man looked up briefly at the menu behind the counter. 

"A plain black coffee for me, thank you," He replied, glancing around the cafe with his sharp eyes and equally sharp mind. After ordering - Merling offering to pay, but you were insistent that you’d pay since you bumped into him - Merlin followed you to a table to sit, watching as you clasped your hands together and looked at him with a slight tilt of your head. 

"So, what do you do for a living?" You asked, sort of out of the blue, but wanting to start a conversation. Merlin was a bit slow to answer, not fully knowing what he should say his job was, which you took for hesitance. "I apologize," You added, clearing your throat lightly as you looked away with a small frown, "I just thought that maybe we could get to know each other..." You explained before quickly, but quietly adding, "I- I must admit that I'm really curious about you... If you don't mind me saying." You finished, shyly looking down at your lap, glancing up at him, observing his reaction nervously.

Merlin couldn't help but be a little bit charmed by you, the way you spoke to him, the way you looked at him; you really seemed to want to learn more about him. You seemed unsure about asking any questions, but you wanted to talk. And Merlin was beginning to enjoy talking to you. "I don't mind at all." He began, pushing up the bridge of his glasses, "My job is... Complicated. To say the least. I don’t think there is much to really tell you." 

With that, your eyes lit up with curiosity, "Do you work for the government? Or maybe you're a secret agent or something? Like James Bond?" You laughed lightly at your joke, your eyes trailed over Merlin's frame, lean yet strong - but the less than casual suit he was wearing made him look important. 

Merlin just chuckled at your assumption, "Something like that." He stated simply, a look of amusement etched into his features. So close but yet so far. "What about you? What do you do, love?" 

At the small nickname, you felt your cheeks burn, and a small sheepish smile came to your face as you answered, "I'm an author... Specifically a romance and crime novelist. Reading and writing are two of my favorite passions. I just love to sit back and read a good Jane Austen book. Such an inspiration." You gushed, fidgeting with the hem of your red jacket sleeve. “What about you? Do you like to read or write in your spare time?” You asked, as Merlin nodded.

"I enjoy reading as well," Merlin agreed, nodding, "Whenever I am not working, I tend to read a novel or two. I have been recently reading ‘Hamlet’ by Shakespeare."

Your eyes sparkled at that information, and you opened your mouth to comment only to hear your name being called for your order. Offering a smile, you stood from your seat before rushing off to the counter. Merlin watched as you left, finding himself unable to stop his own smile from growing a bit on his face. You were quite attractive, not only physically, but also mentally. Even though Merlin had only known you for about twenty minutes, you seemed intelligent, friendly, kind, and rather funny - and rather curious. And though you seemed pretty shy, at certain moments you held yourself with such confidence and grace; you were, to say the least, rather intriguing.

Returning with both your drink and his, you sat back down. Sliding his drink over, you spoke, "Do you usually get a black coffee?" You asked, slowly stirring your coffee with the straw, looking up at the handsome man across from you. 

"Usually." Merlin answered, taking a sip of his said coffee, "I used to take it with milk, but nowadays I just stick to black coffee. The caffeine helps me keep focus in my field of work."

You raised an eyebrow at the term 'field of work', but decided against questioning him further, instead opting to comment on his response. "I tried black coffee once in my life." You shook your head, laughing a little, "No offense, but never again. I have to have something sweet in my coffee for me to even consider drinking it. Chocolate, sugar, milk, caramel, etcetera…'

Merlin only shook his head, "None taken, everyone has their own preference." Taking another sip, "Actually, a colleague of mine is the same. He takes milk and two sugars in both his coffee and his tea." He started, chuckling lightly.

You nodded, looking at him through your lashes, "Funny that." You then sighed, a thoughtful expression overtaking your features as you gazed at your coffee. Looking up at the man in front of you, you gave him another sheepish smile, "I'm sorry to be so bold, but have you ever just... Met someone and felt a connection with them?" You asked, raising the tip of your finger to trace over the lid of your coffee. 

Merlin thought for a moment, glancing out the window before speaking, "It's hard to say. I think... Everyone does, in some form or another." He said, shrugging a little, "But, yes, I suppose I have." He continued, glancing at you. You hummed in response, taking another sip of your coffee. Silence fell between the two of you, neither knowing what to say. But Merlin wanted to know more about you. "How long have you been a writer?"

You tilted your head slightly before speaking, "Oh, I have been a writer since I was twenty, it feels like only yesterday I finished the manuscript for my first book, ‘Leviathan.’" You joked, laughing lightly. "What about you? How long have you been at your mysterious job?" You asked, pushing your coffee to the side to rest your cheek in the palm of your hand; looking up at Merlin expectantly - curiously.

"Over twenty years at this point." He answered, and your eyes visibly widened, jaw dropping slightly.

"Over twenty years? You must be good at your job then." You said in awe. 

Merlin grinned a little, nodding, "Well, I guess you could say that." He shrugged before taking a sip of his coffee, looking towards you with interest.

Sighing, you bit your bottom lip, gazing at him, “You have got to be a secret agent or something. You definitely have the whole look. Tall, dark, and handsome. The suit, the glasses… How do you like your drinks made?” You then asked, as Merlin felt his stomach flutter slightly at your comment - though he hid it well.

Adjusting the black tie he was wearing, Merlin spoke, “May I ask why?” He asked, only for you to roll your eyes playfully.

“Shaken or stirred, obviously.”

Merlin let out a laugh, surprising himself, “You are really sticking with his spy theory, aren’t you, love?” He asked, and you nodded, unable to look away from the stunning man. 

“Of course, I’m betting all my money on it.” You answered, only for a few moments to pass before Merlin spoke up again, answering your previous question.

“Depending on the drink… Shaken.”

With a bright smile, you practically lit up but before he could say anything more, you glanced down at your watch on your wrist, only to gasp; your eyes wide. "Oh my god! I'm late!" You jumped up from your seat, looking down at Merlin with an apologetic frown, "I am so sorry to cut this short. Before I ran into you I was on my way to meet a friend for lunch." You gathered your small bag, opened it to grab a small notepad and pen, and scribbled something down quickly. Stuffing your notepad and pen back in your bag, you bit your lip briefly as you slid the slightly crinkled sheet of notepad paper over to Merlin before looking up at him. "I hope we can meet again," You gave him a small smile which slowly turned into a smirk, your eyes narrowing slightly. "It was a pleasure to finally meet you, Merlin."

At your words, Merlin's smile slipped, his eyes widening, and his blood growing cold; his shoulders grew tense. He watched as you left the cafe, not even giving him a second glance as you passed by the window and headed down the sidewalk. Merlin watched until you were out of sight, completely taken aback and off guard. After a few seconds, he blinked several times, swallowing thickly. He had never told you his name. 

How did you know his name?

Looking down at the paper, he slowly slid it closer to himself, staring down at your written words. 

'In the great words of Shakespeare, 'By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.' I see monsters everywhere, underwater - a myth they say. I've never swam in that lake before. I'll be waiting for you in a castle of stone, words are to be spoken. My friend, Robert, finds the sights breathtaking there. Yours, Y/N.'

Quickly pocketing the note, Merlin sped out of the cafe and back to the tailor shop. He needed to get to the bottom of this. What was the meaning behind your message? How did you know his name? Who were you? He needed to speak to Harry and Eggsy. Maybe they could help him.