#kingsman secret service

[anaquariusfox]

💛 prints

[muiitoloko]

Harry Hart & Eggsy Unwin

[sugarsxph]

“Manners. Maketh. Man”

Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin [& his super cute glasses ;)] ♥︎ 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘯: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘊𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 (2014/2017)

[skippiefritz]

sketches from a bit ago (my art drive has been way down lately sfjhsdf, send good vibes cause I am fighting for my life)

anyway, the third kingsman movie is gonna b a "save the rec center" type movie where they have a talent show to raise funds to rebuild their headquarters

[aljeensane]

✨Harry Hart✨

[noona96n]

i have this really really specific need right now... and that is for

Eggsy to fuck that old man

so please 🥺 share all the fics u have, im begging y'all

[renx01]

Playing Along - Part 6

Prompt: “Just play along, please” inspired this multiple part fic, in which agent Galahad and Kay are on a mission together in the French Alps. Here, they have to pretend to be a couple, despite the two of them being rivals and Kay always wanting to beat him at everything. Pairing: Harry Hart x Kingsman!Reader Fandom: Kingsman Tags/Warnings: fake dating, slowburn, rivals Word count: 1712

Masterlist

The snow falls slowly as you trek through the thick layer that rests on the ground. Galahad, who’s walking in front of you, seems to know where he’s going, so you’re trusting your colleague to lead the way. It’s quiet, save for the crunch you hear with each of your steps. You’re enjoying this quite a bit, there’s a sense of peace you haven’t felt in quite a while, not since before you joined Kingsman. The snowy mountains are a place where you have always been able to find peace, but it hasn’t been the same the past few years. Yet, somehow, this time around it seems somewhat normal again, despite you being here on a mission with a colleague you weren’t particularly fond of beforehand. It’s as if the two of you have finally found a way to work together and appreciate each other for the agents, no people, you are.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by Galahad offering you a hand to get up a ledge. ‘Cam.’ Thanking him, you gratefully accept it. He pulls you up with such ease that you almost fall into him, but he catches you in time, holding you closely. ‘Careful now, we wouldn’t want you getting injured.’ He says and shows a genuine smile. ‘Sorry Harry, I can be a bit of a clutz sometimes.’ You smile back sheepishly. ‘Now, now, I wouldn’t say that.’ He calmly lets go of your waist once you seem like you’ve found your footing again. ‘You’re quite skilled in the field, and apparently on skis as well, both of which you need good coordination for. So, I wouldn’t really qualify you as a clutz.’ Before you’re able to respond to the compliment, he turns around and starts walking again. Looking over his shoulder, he tells you that you’re almost at the destination, and you follow quickly.

After about ten more minutes of walking, you reach a plateau on the mountain your chalet is located on the bottom of. ‘We’re here.’ Harry states and he smiles at you before motioning you to turn around. When you do, you’re met by a beautiful white landscape that surrounds you. To your right, you see the little building you’re staying in, while there’s a pine forest in front of you and to your left. As you overlook it, you spot a frozen waterfall in the distance. The valley truly looks quite beautiful in the blanket of snow that covers it. Hearing the man behind shift and put down the backpack he’d been carrying, you turn to him to see him pulling out a thermos. ‘How did you find this place Harry? It’s beautiful.’ He looks up at you from his crouched position. ‘I have my ways.’ He smirks. ‘Now I cannot go around revealing all my secrets, can I? That wouldn’t be very fun.’ You laugh at that last comment, thinking back to the previous night, when you’d told him something similar. ‘A cup of tea for you dea- Cam?’ Choosing to ignore the strange stop before he said your name, you happily accept his offer. Pouring two cups, he hands you one of them, before putting the thermos back into the bag. Upon taking a sip, you realise he’s chosen an Earl Grey Breakfast blend, one of your favourites on days such as these. The two of you stand there next to one another, looking out at the beautiful nature and a warm cup of tea in hand. You let the calm wash over you and close your eyes while you slowly drink the beverage.  Minutes pass before either of you says anything, hesitant to interrupt such a perfect moment.  Yet, Harry eventually does, asking whether the tea he’d chosen is to your liking. Nodding, you affirm that it is. You didn’t mind him interrupting the silence, even appreciating the baritone of his voice. Something within you seems to have changed, you note as the interaction continues. Unable to pinpoint what it is exactly, you focus on your conversation with him instead.  Upon finishing your tea and handing the taller man your cup, you note that you should probably start heading back to the cabin; since it’s already past three o’clock. You do so, but rather than having harry walk in front of you, he now walks beside you, conversing about different topics, ranging from sports and art to the most recent political scandal. The Conservative Party had recently taken a considerable hit in popularity after a rumour about David Cameron and a pig’s head started going around. Knowing what sort of people he’d been associated with throughout his studies at Oxford, you wouldn’t be too surprised if it’s confirmed to be true. Harry wholeheartedly agrees and voices his disgust with such traditions saying, ‘such behaviour is repugnant to any reasonable person and should not be considered as part of our vast and diverse array of traditions.’ 

The hike down the mountain turned out to be more fleeting, arriving back at the cabin thirty minutes earlier than anticipated. You unlock the front door and walk in before sitting down to take off your boots. They’d held up exceptionally well considering the amount of snow you’d walked through and stood in. Harry follows suit and sits down next to you after closing and locking the front door. His shoulder touches yours as he leans forward to undo the laces of his boots. Once you’ve taken them off, you stand up and take off your coat as well. Quickly, you put the items away before turning around and looking at your colleague, who’s just stood up and is unzipping his jacket.  ‘I wanted to thank you.’ His eyes meet yours; they’re soft, but unreadable to you. ‘It was my pleasure being able to take you.’ Taking his coat from him, you hang it up next yours. ‘But I do, Harry. Otherwise we wouldn’t have gone out, despite the weather actually being quite nice. So thank you. Really.’ You smile shyly.  He opens his mouth to answer, but nothing seems to come out before he closes it again, deciding it’d be enough to smile, although a bit sheepishly. His eyes do not leave yours though, and eventually a somewhat tense silence settles between you. There isn’t much space and the hallway seems to become smaller. You’re awfully aware of the heat that radiates off him and how close he actually is to you. His right hand slowly itches closer to your left, until his fingertips finally touch yours. Meanwhile his other hand ghosts somewhere near your hip, but he seems hesitant as he starts leaning closer to you. Shifting your hand, your fingers move between his and you hold his hand tenderly. What feels like a few very tense minutes pass when his forehead finally rests onto yours and your noses are so close they’re about to touch. You feel that he’s about to kiss you; and you want him to. Desperately.  However, the moment is interrupted by your phone ringing. You answer, pretty annoyed but you don’t let it show in your voice. ‘Hello, this is Kay speaking.’ You’re met by a deep, Scottish voice. ‘Hello Kay, Merlin here. I was wondering if you and Galahad have returned to the cabin yet.’ You signal to the man, who has now given you some space to answer the phone but is still holding you closely, that it’s the, as you lovingly call him (and very much to his annoyance), wizard. ‘We did just now, we were about to call you.’ ‘Hm- Alright, thanks. We’ll keep in touch, but just get some rest today. Nothing’s really come up and for now it’s mostly just a waiting game.’ You huff, but before you can say anything, Harry moves your hand that’s holding the phone with his so that the phone is at his ear. ‘Thank you for your concern Merlin.’ His accent seems thicker and his voice deeper than usual. ‘We’ll be contacting you tomorrow morning then, unless something of grave importance comes up.’ You can hear the Scot’s response, but you’re not listening; too focused on the fact that Harry’s started slowly closing the distance between you again. You feel him grab your phone from your hand and see him break eye contact to hang up. 

‘Now where were we?’ He whispers after putting away the phone and locking his eyes with yours once again. Your response is grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him passionately. Letting go of your hand, he grabs your waist with both his hands. Slowly, he starts becoming more dominant in the kiss and you feel yourself hit the wall behind you. Your free hand moves and settles itself in his brown, slightly curly, hair. As you continue, the pull you’d felt only becomes stronger and no matter how close he is to you, it doesn’t feel quite close enough. His movements continue to be controlled, yet they have a frantic nature to them. He pulls you closer, making the barrier of your thick clothing blatantly obvious to you.  Just as one of your hands starts slipping down his back and slightly tugging up the fabric of his turtleneck, he pulls away. ‘Cam-’ he starts saying something but you interrupt him by feverishly planting your lips on his once again. He responds in the same manner, but pulls away again after a while. ‘Cam.’ He moves his hands onto your shoulders and holds you at a distance. ‘Wait, please.’ His eyes are wide and his pupils are dilated. ‘Bloody hell, you’re stunning.’ One of his hands moves to cup your face. ‘I need to know that you want this; that you’ll want me after tonight.’ What he’s saying is slowly being processed in your head. ‘I’ll be yours if you’ll have me. And you’ll be mine if I have your consent.’ You nod quietly and try to lean in again, but he stops you. ‘I need you to use your words, dear.’ Words start flowing out of your mouth. ‘Yes Harry, I want this. I want you, need you. Desperately, even-’ This time he is the one that interrupts you. 

‘Gods. Then I’ll be yours.’ 

He says before kissing you even more urgently and hungrily than before.

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Note: Hey everyone! sorry for the very much delayed update. I seem to have fallen ill and haven't been well for the past few weeks. Alas, I was feeling better today and finally managed to finish part 6. There's a few Sherlock fics and Kingsman one-shots coming up in the (hopefully) near future as well. Hope you enjoyed this part though... I just felt I had to let them kiss haha.

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Taglist: @crazymela @julieeauchocolat @chimopdog

[noneofurconcernuwhoreson]

[echothefandomeater]

Lean On Your Team

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

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

Words: 908

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—-

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

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

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

—---

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

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

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

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

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

—--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yea I will… I’ll make sure I do”

[agent-scotch]

Just gonna leave this here

[shmaptainwrites]

For your prompt-request thing—

Harry Hart, hurt/comfort prompt 1 :D (it was a rly difficult choice btwn 1 and 3 ngl)

hi bestie! i'm so sorry this took me ages to write, but i hope you enjoy it!

Pairings: Harry Hart x fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol, drugging, death mention, attempted abduction, no use of (Y/N)

Cocktails

“Hey, Miss, you seem a little lonely there. Mind if I join you?” 

You looked up at your target, Alex Connor, with a polite smile and nodded your head. Step one was going according to plan. 

“Just keep your guard up, Guinevere,” you could hear Merlin’s voice warning you in your ear. “He seems quite innocent, but we all know what kind of things he’s capable of.”

You held your closed water bottle tightly and did a quick scan of the facility, making another note of your exits and seeing Harry’s position in a booth near the back so he could keep an eye on you. 

“Everything alright?” Alex asked and you nodded your head. 

“Just been a long day,” you mumbled. 

You knew he liked to work for his information, it was all a part of the game he played to take you off your guard. To make you trust him. But your goal was to do the opposite so you planned to play his game right back. 

“Really? Do you need someone to talk about it with?” he asked in one of the most convincing genuine voices you’d ever heard. 

“I-,” you shrugged. “Not really, I think I'd rather have a distraction.”

“I’m good at that too,” he chuckled. “Let’s get you a drink first and then we can see what we can do about that.”

You gave him a look of slight reluctance before ordering a cocktail which the bartender already knew to make a virgin. 

A few minutes later he placed the colourful drink in front of you and you took a sip. At least you could say it tasted good. 

“So if I want a distraction do I get to pick?” you asked. 

“Sure,” he nodded. 

“Alright then, tell me about yourself,” you started easy, making it seem as if you may have been interested in him. If he thought sex was on the table maybe he’d give you the information you were looking for. 

The conversation went on for some time, your drink mainly untouched, and it felt like a pair of eyes were burning into the back of your skull. 

Weirdly enough, that was your comfort in the situation. Knowing that Harry was right there in case anything went wrong settled the nervous feeling in your stomach that normally came with dealing with such a dangerous person alone. 

Eventually you managed to get him to crack, not without a little more flirting and light hand grazes here and there, and Merlin applauded you on the extraction. 

You turned your head for just a moment to signal to Harry that you’d be ready to get out soon and as a little treat to yourself you took another sip of your cocktail. 

You tried to close off the conversation with Alex, but you could feel your limbs growing heavier. Your mouth refused to move in the way you wanted, almost paralyzed by something and when you looked back down again at your drink in horror, you noticed a faint white powdery residue on the black straw. 

You had turned your head for less than two seconds and he had drugged you. 

“Oh you don’t look too good,” Alex said and now you could hear the disingenuousness in his voice. “Here let me get you some help.”

You wanted to protest, panicking, but you couldn’t bring it in you to move yourself from the position you were in. 

You tried to scream for help, but nothing came from your lungs. 

“Excuse me?” you could hear a voice behind you as your body wasn’t able to hold itself up anymore and you were fully relying on Alex not to fall off your chair. 

“Sorry I’m just trying to get my girlfriend-,”

“Your girlfriend?” 

Whose voice was that? It sounded so familiar, but all the things in your brain became a jumbled mess covered in a thick fog. 

“Yes my girlfriend,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“That’s my wife,” the voice said flatly. “And I’ll give you one chance to hand her to me before this situation gets any more complicated than necessary.”

Knowing better than to cause a scene Alex let the other man take you in his arms, and through the haze you managed to recognize the soft feeling of those arms wrapped around you. It was Harry. 

Alex quickly left the bar and  Harry gently turned you around, still able to see the frantic, worried look in your eyes. 

“Hey, hey, just look at me, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and you hated that you didn’t have any control over your body. Harry seemed to sense this and you could hear Merlin talking to you both, giving Harry instructions on what to give you to counteract the drug Alex had used. 

He took something small out of his pocket and grabbed your water bottle, placing the pill in your mouth before helping you drink and swallow. 

“It’ll take a little while to kick in okay?” he told you, taking your glasses off so you wouldn’t have to hear the cacophony of headquarters. You were overwhelmed enough. “Come on, let me get you out of here.”

You weren’t sure if it was whatever drug Alex had used or what you had taken to counteract its effects, but you could feel yourself drifting off, whether it was to sleep or something much more permanent you had no idea, but at this point, the effects were too strong for you to care and you let the quiet envelop you. 

—

When you opened your eyes your whole body felt like it weighed a ton and a half. You struggled to push yourself up into a seated position so you could assess your surroundings. You had last been at the bar with Harry and now it seemed like you were back in your hotel room. 

“Good, you’re awake.” 

You turned your head to the sound of the voice and saw Harry walking towards you with a bottle of water. He was still in his work suit which made you think that not too much time had passed. 

“How long was I out?” you asked. 

“A few hours. It’s within the symptoms of what I gave you. HQ might want to run some tests when we return but I suspect you’ll be in good health,” he explained. “Here drink this.” 

You noticed the bottle was unopened and you smiled a little to yourself, Harry did seem to know you well. If it had been a glass you probably would have refused to drink from it. The paranoia of the incident still made your heart beat a little faster than it should. 

“How are you doing?” he asked. 

“Just a little woozy-,” 

“That’s not what I meant,” he interrupted. “That experience must have been quite frightening. I can’t imagine what you were feeling.” 

You stayed quiet for a moment before taking another sip of water and whispering that you didn’t really want to talk about it. 

“I understand,” Harry nodded, “but if you ever just need someone to listen you can always come to me.” 

“Thank you, Harry,” you reached out your hand to hold his and give it a light squeeze. “Really, not just for this, but always looking out for me. Whenever we’re partnered on assignments I know I’m in good hands.” 

“Anytime, my dear,” he gave you one of his soft smiles and you could instantly feel the beat of your heart slow to a calm, regular rhythm. 

You knew even if it stayed just as that, gentle grazes of a hand against another, a soft smile and a reassurance, everything, in the end, would always be okay.

[anaquariusfox]

Rewatched last night 🧡 prints

[muiitoloko]

Title: Spy Daddy on Duty

Summary: Harry Hart, once the epitome of cool under pressure, finds himself in over his head as a new father. As he adjusts to midnight feedings and diaper duty, he learns that love is the most powerful mission of all.

Pairing: Harry Hart × Fem! Reader

Warnings: none

Author's Notes: Thank you very much for your order, I hope you like it.

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You stood by the car, breathing as deeply as you could manage, just as the doctor had advised. But each contraction made it harder to focus. You clung to the car door, your knuckles white, your teeth clenched as another wave of pain washed over you. Glancing toward the house, you watched in disbelief as Harry darted in and out, arms full of things you weren’t even sure you needed.

Normally, Harry was composed, calculated—the epitome of a British gentleman who always had a plan. But not today. Today, he was a man possessed. The baby wasn’t due for another five days, but nature had other plans. Your water had broken that morning, and now, Harry was acting like a madman, racing around the house to grab anything and everything in his path.

You chuckled despite the pain, shaking your head at the sight of your husband tripping over his own feet as he tried to juggle a diaper bag, a blanket, and what looked suspiciously like your makeup kit.

Why on earth does he think I’ll need that? you thought, amused.

Harry finally burst out of the house, nearly stumbling as he reached the car, his arms overflowing with bags. “I’ve got everything,” he panted, clearly out of breath. “I—well, I think I’ve got everything. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find the bloody car keys when you’re in a panic!”

You raised an eyebrow at him, biting back a laugh even as another contraction made you grip the door tighter. “Harry, darling,” you said through gritted teeth, “I think the hospital is slightly more important than my makeup bag.”

Harry glanced down at the kit in his hand, blinking as if he hadn’t even realized he’d grabbed it. “Oh... right,” he muttered, tossing it into the back seat haphazardly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got the essentials,” he added, clearly flustered.

You couldn’t help but tease him, despite the situation. “The essentials? Like my mascara?”

Harry flushed, running a hand through his hair as he opened the car door for you. “Well, I might have panicked a bit, but can you blame me? Our baby’s coming, love! Early!”

You managed a smile, even as the pain surged again. “I know, Harry. But we need to get to the hospital, now,” you reminded him, gently pulling yourself into the passenger seat as he helped you in. “Breathe, darling. You’re acting like you’re the one giving birth.”

Harry grumbled as he rushed to the driver’s side, still clearly rattled. “I know, I know. But this wasn’t in the plan. Five days early, for God’s sake. I haven’t even prepared the playlist for the drive. How am I supposed to bring our child into the world without the right music?”

You couldn’t help it; you burst out laughing. “The playlist, Harry? Is that really what you’re worried about right now?”

He started the car, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he glanced over at you, his expression somewhere between desperation and determination. “Well, I had a whole soundtrack planned, something fitting for the arrival of our little one. I wanted it to be perfect.”

Another contraction hit, and you winced, trying to breathe through it. “Trust me, darling, I don’t need a soundtrack right now,” you said through gritted teeth, grabbing his hand for comfort. “I just need you to get me to the hospital, now.”

Harry’s jaw clenched as he pulled out of the driveway, his usual calm demeanor replaced with frantic energy. “Right. Hospital. On it,” he muttered, shifting gears with far more intensity than necessary. He glanced at you again, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and affection. “I swear I’m handling this like a pro.”

You gave him a sideways look, barely able to keep a straight face. “Yes, Harry. You’re doing... amazing,” you said, fighting through another wave of pain.

“Bloody hell, they didn’t teach us this in Kingsman,” he muttered, glancing nervously at you as if you might explode at any second. “You’d think after surviving everything we’ve been through, I’d be better at this.”

You squeezed his hand, trying to comfort him despite your own discomfort. “You’re doing fine, Harry. Just keep driving.” Another contraction hit, and you groaned, gripping the armrest. “And maybe... drive a little faster?”

Harry glanced at the speedometer, then hit the gas. “Right, faster. I can do that. I’m bloody Galahad, after all.”

You couldn’t help but laugh through the pain. “Yes, Agent Galahad, the most formidable spy in the world... and completely undone by a baby.”

Harry shot you a look, his lips twitching in amusement despite the situation. “Hey, this isn’t just any baby. This is our baby, and that makes it the most important mission of my life.”

You smiled through the pain, your heart swelling with affection for your frantic, caring husband. Even in his current state of panic, you knew there was no one else you’d rather have by your side for this.

As the contractions grew closer together, you breathed deeply, focusing on the road ahead. Harry might have been a bit of a mess in this moment, but his love and devotion were undeniable. And in a few short hours, you’d have your little family, perfect in its own messy, beautiful way.

"Hold on, love," Harry said, gripping your hand as he sped toward the hospital, determination etched on his face. "We’re almost there. Just breathe. I’ve got you."

Days after your whirlwind delivery, the house was filled with a sense of warmth and newness as you watched Harry beam with pride while introducing little Thomas to Eggsy and Merlin. The two had come by to visit, but Harry, in true Harry fashion, had made it quite clear that no one but you or himself was allowed to hold the baby.

Eggsy, standing by the couch with a smirk on his face, glanced down at the tiny bundle of joy in Harry's arms. “Come on, bruv,” Eggsy teased, raising an eyebrow. “You’re telling me I can’t even hold the little fella for a sec?”

Harry stood tall, cradling Thomas with utmost care. His expression was firm, though there was a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you, Eggsy,” Harry replied smoothly. “You can admire him from a safe distance, but I’m not risking my son in your… unpredictable hands.”

Merlin chuckled from the corner of the room, sipping his tea. “He’s got a point, Eggsy. I’ve seen you handle explosives. Not sure a baby is much safer.”

Eggsy shot Merlin a playful glare, then turned back to Harry with an exaggerated sigh. “You’ve gone soft, mate. Can’t even share the little one with your own protégé.”

Harry’s response was quick, his voice laced with that familiar dry humor. “There’s a significant difference between handing you a grenade and handing you my newborn son, Eggsy. Thomas is far more precious.”

As the men bantered back and forth, you sat nearby, watching them with a soft smile. The dynamic between them was as entertaining as ever, but what warmed your heart the most was the way Harry kept looking down at Thomas, his entire demeanor softening whenever he glanced at his son.

Then, right on cue, Thomas let out a small whimper, his tiny fists curling as he started to fuss. Harry immediately looked down, concern etched on his face. “Ah, someone’s getting a bit peckish,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that gentle, soothing tone he used only with you and now, it seemed, his son.

You stood up, crossing the room to take the baby from Harry. “Come here, darling,” you cooed, taking Thomas into your arms. Harry handed him over carefully, his gaze following every movement. "I’ll take him upstairs to feed him."

As you headed upstairs with Thomas, you could hear Eggsy snickering behind you. “Bet he’d let me hold him now,” Eggsy muttered, earning a swift glare from Harry.

Merlin chimed in, deadpan, “Don’t push your luck.”

Once you were out of sight, you imagined Harry might relax a little, but knowing him, he’d still keep one ear attuned to every noise coming from upstairs.

As you settled into the nursery to feed Thomas, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly to yourself, imagining the awkwardness now filling the living room. Sure enough, downstairs, the silence stretched uncomfortably for a few beats before Eggsy, never one for too much quiet, broke the tension.

He leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms with a smirk on his face. "So, Daddy Hart, how does it feel to have your hands full with nappies instead of grenades? Bet you never thought you'd be trading in the 'most dangerous spy in the world' title for 'world’s most protective dad,' did ya?"

Harry, seated at the table with his tea, remained perfectly composed, barely sparing Eggsy a glance. He took a measured sip of his tea, the cup balanced delicately in his fingers. "I’m still the most dangerous man in any room I walk into, Eggsy. Whether I’m holding a gun, a grenade, or my son. But if you’d like a demonstration, I’d be happy to oblige," he said coolly, though the teasing edge in his voice wasn’t lost on Eggsy or Merlin.

Merlin, not one to miss an opportunity, joined in, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. "Oh, don’t let him fool you, Eggsy. I remember a time when Harry here swore up and down that he’d never settle down, never get married, and certainly never have children. 'Kingsman is more important than any relationship,' he used to say. 'The mission comes first.'” Merlin’s voice dropped an octave, mocking Harry’s serious tone.

Harry gave Merlin a sidelong glance, lips twitching as he fought back a smile. "I don’t recall being that dramatic about it, Merlin," he countered, though a faint blush crept up his neck. He shifted slightly, crossing one leg over the other, his calm demeanor never wavering.

Eggsy wasn’t letting up, though. "Nah, mate, Merlin’s right. I remember you being all 'I don’t need attachments,'” Eggsy mimicked in a posh accent, leaning forward with a grin. "And now look at you. You’ve got a wife, a kid, and I bet you’re trading in your bulletproof suit for nappies and baby bottles."

Merlin chuckled, shaking his head as he took a sip of his tea. "It’s true, Harry. You’ve gone soft. Used to be all about the mission, all about duty. Now? You’re more likely to be found changing a nappy than taking down an international arms dealer."

Harry rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Don’t mistake fatherhood for weakness, Merlin," he said smoothly, setting his tea down on the table with a soft clink. "I’m perfectly capable of changing a nappy and taking down a room full of armed men, all in the same day." His eyes glinted with that familiar confidence, but there was a softness there now, a warmth that wasn’t present before.

Eggsy, never one to leave well enough alone, leaned in with a mischievous grin. "Come on, Harry, admit it. You were all 'no attachments,' but now you’re attached as hell. You’ve gone full domestic. You’ve got a kid hanging off your hip and a wife upstairs who’s got you wrapped around her finger."

Harry glanced at Eggsy, his brow arching in that calm, authoritative way he had mastered over the years. "There’s nothing wrong with being attached to the people who matter most, Eggsy," he said smoothly. "Besides," he added, his voice dropping just enough to be dangerous, "my wife has more than earned the right to wrap me around her finger—among other things."

Merlin nearly choked on his tea, while Eggsy’s eyes widened comically. "Bloody hell, Harry!" Eggsy exclaimed, laughing despite himself. "Didn’t need to know what goes on in the Hart bedroom, mate!"

Harry’s smirk deepened, his brown eyes glinting wickedly. "If you can’t handle a little innuendo, Eggsy, then you’re clearly still not ready for the big leagues," he quipped, his voice laced with that familiar dry humor. "But don’t worry," he continued, picking up his tea once more. "I’m sure, given time, you’ll find someone who’ll give you a proper education on the matter."

Merlin chuckled, shaking his head as he set down his cup. "It’s hard to imagine this is the same Harry Hart who once said emotions were distractions. Now you’re waxing poetic about love and loyalty."

Harry leaned back in his chair, his eyes softening ever so slightly. "There’s nothing wrong with emotions, Merlin. They give us something to fight for. Something worth protecting." His gaze drifted upstairs, toward where you were with Thomas. "And some things," he added quietly, his voice filled with conviction, "are more important than any mission."

Eggsy raised his hands in surrender, laughing softly. "Alright, alright. You win, Daddy Hart. Just don’t expect me to call you if I ever need babysitting advice."

Harry’s lips twitched in amusement, his gaze sharpening once more as he turned his attention back to his tea. "Don’t worry, Eggsy. I’m sure you’ll need far more than babysitting advice when the time comes."

Eggsy groaned, throwing his head back with a laugh. "I walked right into that one, didn’t I?"

Merlin smiled knowingly, raising his cup in salute. "You always do, Eggsy. You always do."

As they continued to joke and laugh, the atmosphere in the room remained light, but beneath the banter, there was a deep sense of camaraderie and respect. Harry, despite the teasing, was no less the formidable spy and gentleman they all knew him to be. But now, he had something more—something that made him even stronger. And as he sat there, sipping his tea with that faint, satisfied smile, it was clear that Harry Hart had never been more complete.

You woke up with a groan as Thomas’ cries echoed through the baby monitor, breaking the peaceful silence of the early morning. The small digital screen on the nightstand displayed 2:58 a.m., far too early for any sane person to be awake. You let out another sigh, rolling over in bed to face Harry, who lay next to you, dead to the world.

Gently, you nudged him with your elbow. “Harry,” you whispered, still half-asleep. “Your turn.”

Harry stirred slightly, but instead of getting up, he buried his face deeper into the pillow and grumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “It’s your turn,” he muttered, barely coherent, his arm wrapping tighter around the duvet as if that would shield him from the morning duties of fatherhood.

You blinked, half amused and half exasperated. “No, love, I did the last two feedings. It’s your turn,” you insisted, nudging him again. Thomas' cries grew louder, his wails carrying the urgent demand of a newborn who was thoroughly unimpressed with the delay.

Harry groaned dramatically, rolling onto his back and rubbing a hand over his face. “He’s only been alive for a few weeks and already he’s got the lungs of a bloody opera singer,” he mumbled, his deep voice laced with tired humor. “Fine, fine. I’m going,” he sighed, pushing back the covers.

You couldn’t help but smirk as you watched him sit up and swing his legs over the edge of the bed. "Thank you, darling. I knew you'd see reason."

Harry shot you a tired but playful glare, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief despite the early hour. "You owe me one," he grumbled as he padded toward the nursery.

Thomas' cries were still going strong as Harry entered the room. He approached the crib with all the grace of a seasoned spy on a mission, but his expression softened as he looked down at his son, whose tiny fists were clenched in frustration.

"Alright, alright, my little troublemaker," Harry said softly, leaning down to pick Thomas up, his hands gentle and sure despite the exhaustion. “What have you done to yourself now?”

As he lifted the baby, the unmistakable smell hit him, and Harry's face contorted in a comical grimace. "Bloody hell, Thomas," he muttered, holding the baby at arm's length for a moment, his brow furrowed. "That’s impressive, even for you."

He laid Thomas on the changing table and quickly undid the diaper, only to discover the full extent of the disaster. "Christ, you’ve outdone yourself, son," Harry said, his tone somewhere between amusement and horror. “I’ve seen less carnage in a Kingsman mission.”

You, still in bed but awake enough to hear the running commentary, couldn’t suppress a laugh. "Everything alright in there, love?"

Harry glanced toward the door, shaking his head. "Define 'alright,'" he called back, his voice laced with dry humor. "Our son appears to be an overachiever in the art of diaper destruction."

You snickered, pulling the blanket up to your chin as you heard Harry muttering to himself while cleaning up the mess. “You’ve handled much worse, Harry,” you teased, “I’m sure a dirty diaper is no match for Galahad.”

Harry shot a mock-glare in your direction, though you couldn’t see it from where you lay. “I’d rather face a room full of armed thugs than this,” he muttered, wiping Thomas down with practiced precision. “This is the true test of my mettle.”

With a clean diaper finally secured, Harry picked up Thomas and cradled him against his chest, his earlier grumbles forgotten as he looked down at the tiny, content baby. "There, all better, my boy," he murmured, his voice soft and affectionate as he rocked Thomas gently. "Now let's give your mother a bit of peace, shall we?"

Harry walked back to the bedroom, the baby nestled comfortably in his arms. You watched them enter, a small smile tugging at your lips as Harry stood in the doorway, looking every bit the picture of a proud father despite the chaos of the last few minutes.

“I’ll feed him,” Harry offered, his voice a mix of tiredness and devotion as he headed toward the rocking chair in the corner of the room. "He’s already had his fun with the nappy. Let’s see if we can get him back to sleep without more theatrics."

You smiled sleepily, your heart swelling with affection as you watched Harry settle into the chair with Thomas. Despite the early morning disruptions and the dirty diaper, there was something undeniably heartwarming about watching Harry with your son. His gruff complaints and dirty jokes were only a thin veneer over the genuine love and devotion he had for his family.

As Thomas began to feed, the room quieted, the only sounds now the soft suckling and Harry's low, soothing voice as he murmured to the baby. “You’re going to be just like your mum,” Harry whispered, his words barely audible. "Strong, stubborn, and far too clever for your own good."

You chuckled softly, burying your face into the pillow. “I heard that.”

Harry glanced over at you, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “I meant every word, love.”

As the room fell back into the peaceful quiet of the early morning, you closed your eyes, feeling content despite the late hour. Harry might grumble about dirty diapers and sleepless nights, but there was no doubt that he was made for this. A protective, loving father and husband who, despite his dirty mouth and occasional grumbles, wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

“Just wait until he starts crawling,” you whispered, half-asleep now.

Harry chuckled softly from the corner. “God help us both when that day comes,” he murmured. "But until then, I suppose we’ll survive. Even if our little Agent-in-training here enjoys testing our limits.”

You smiled, drifting back into sleep, comforted by the knowledge that whatever challenges came your way—whether it was late-night feedings or another dirty diaper—Harry would be right there by your side, cracking dirty jokes and making it all just a little bit easier to handle.

Thomas drained the bottle of milk, his small, delicate mouth working rhythmically until the bottle was empty. Harry watched with a gentle smile, the warmth in his chest growing as his son’s tiny hand rested against the bottle. Once Thomas had finished, Harry set the bottle aside and gently lifted him onto his shoulder, patting his back with careful, practiced movements. It didn’t take long before a soft, sleepy burp escaped the baby, and Harry chuckled quietly, his voice barely a murmur in the dimly lit room.

"That’s my boy," Harry whispered, rubbing Thomas’s back soothingly as the baby began to drift off into sleep again. He stood there for a moment, rocking him gently, making sure he was completely settled before carrying him back to the crib. With the utmost care, Harry placed Thomas down, his movements slow and deliberate as he tucked the blanket around the tiny, sleeping form.

For a moment, Harry lingered by the crib, watching Thomas’s chest rise and fall with each peaceful breath. The sight of his son, so small and vulnerable, filled him with a quiet sense of awe. He reached down, gently brushing his fingers against the sole of Thomas’s foot, watching as the baby’s toes curled reflexively. A soft smile played on Harry’s lips, a mixture of love and amazement.

"Sweet dreams, little one," he murmured softly, straightening up but not leaving just yet. He couldn’t help but watch Thomas for a few more seconds, soaking in the moment of quiet bliss that came with seeing his son sleep so soundly.

Eventually, Harry tore himself away from the crib, padding softly across the nursery and back into the bedroom. The house was still, and when he slipped back under the covers beside you, he moved with the same care, not wanting to wake you. You were fast asleep, your breathing soft and steady, completely unaware of the world around you.

Harry turned toward you, his arm sliding gently around your waist as he pulled you close. He nestled into you, his chin resting against your shoulder, his body relaxing into the warmth of yours. In the quiet darkness, with Thomas peacefully asleep in the next room, Harry felt a wave of gratitude wash over him, deeper than words could express.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible, though you didn’t stir. He knew you couldn’t hear him, but the words needed to be said. "Thank you for our son. For this family. For everything."

Harry’s grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, his lips brushing against the back of your neck in a soft, affectionate kiss. You shifted slightly in your sleep, but didn’t wake, your body instinctively pressing back into his embrace.

For Harry, this was perfection. The chaos of the world outside, the dangers of his work, the sleepless nights—none of it mattered when he had this. You and Thomas were his world now, and in this quiet, still moment, he allowed himself to feel the fullness of his love for you both.

He closed his eyes, his heart full as he whispered one last time, "I love you," before letting sleep finally claim him, content in the knowledge that his family was right where they belonged—safe, loved, and together.

[fake-name-fake-tits]

I've fallen in love...

Also I think Merlin's fit

[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.

[firthbetterorfirthworse]

Kingsman: Secret Service