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renx01 · 3 months ago

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Playing along - part 7

Prompt: “Just play along, please” inspired this multiple part fic, in which agent Galahad and Kay are on a mission together in the French Alps. Here, they have to pretend to be a couple, despite the two of them being rivals and Kay always wanting to beat him at everything. Pairing: Harry Hart x Kingsman!Reader Fandom: Kingsman Tags/Warnings: fake dating, slowburn, rivals Word count: 1.7 k

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The following morning you wake up next to Harry, his left arm draped over your upper body. His muscles tense slightly when you shift a little, his hand gripping your side possessively. Slowly, you open your eyes. When you finally do, you look down a bit and see your colleague’s head resting on your chest, his hair quite messy. When you look around a bit more, you see that the sheets are only covering his lower half and the clothes the both of you had been wearing upon arriving back at the cabin, have been discarded elsewhere in the room.

As the daze you were in upon awakening lifts, you start to realise the predicament you’re in. This sort of thing is not supposed to happen, especially between colleagues. Despite this, the previous evening happened with consent of the two adults involved. Honestly, you don’t know how to feel. The tension between the two of you had been building for months now, with them reaching a height that you hadn’t expected during this mission. You suppose that last night was a way of releasing all this tension. Closing your eyes again, you focus on the sound of Harry’s breathing, focussing the pattern it forms.

After a while, you fall asleep again, the calm patterns of Harry’s breathing calming your mind. When you wake up again, it’s from the man next to you moving his arm so that his hand touches your jaw. Meanwhile, his face moves from your shoulder into your neck.

‘Morning love.’ He whispers in your ear.

‘Morning.’ You mumble back to him. ‘Sleep well?’

He hums in response before nudging you to turn your face. When you do so, he moves up to kiss you tenderly. All the doubts and concerns you had seem to fade away with that motion. It’s a sweet gesture which slowly becomes more passionate. Your own hands start moving into his hair, pulling him into you, wanting him to be closer. Rather than leaving it up to him to take initiative, you eventually move your leg over his chest and roll him over onto his back, sitting on top.

‘Well, I’m glad to hear that mister Hart.’ You tease him before kissing him again.

The morning passes quickly as the snowstorm, that had picked up again the previous night, continues to rage outside. When the two of you finally get out of bed, you take a shower together before heading to the kitchen and eating something. You’re sat at the table, one of Harry’s shirts draped over your shoulders and only wearing a pair of boxer briefs. Harry on the other hand is making some tea, only wearing a pair of boxers. It makes for quite a nice view, his back muscles are quite pronounced while his waist is slim yet nicely structured. In short, he’s nothing short of a snack. ‘Enjoying yourself staring, Cam dear?’ He looks over his shoulder, his eyes giving away the smirk that’s probably etched into his face. ‘Hmm yes, I’m simply enjoying the view.’ You respond playfully. He makes a comment in a low voice that you can’t really hear, as he’s turned back around. Not too long after, though, he turns to face you again and walks towards the table, holding two cups of tea. He kisses your temple as he places your cup in front of you. Shortly thereafter, he sits down across from you and drinks his own tea. It’s quiet, the two of you are the only ones in the cabin and the storm has calmed down a bit, though it’s still snowing. You don’t feel awkward in the slightest, yet you feel it might be temporary. The risk of things going back to how they were before feels like a dark cloud that looms over whatever it is the two of you have. Despite this feeling, conversation flows naturally, ranging from your next steps in the mission to what to have for dinner tonight.

Minutes, maybe even hours, pass before you decide to get ready for the day. With the mountain still being closed, you don’t have much of a choice on how to pass your time and you decide to do some more research on your targets. Your efforts seem to be in vain, though, with no real new information coming up in your search. Harry, who is sat opposite of you, his foot tapping yours every so often, is working on the report of what you’ve currently found while also looking into the organisations behind the people. Around lunchtime, you’re joined virtually by Merlin, who seems to be content that the two of you are getting along. Unlike how your meetings usually go, Harry and you fill in for each other when there’s things that haven’t been mentioned yet. ‘Aye, well I have good news for the two of you. It seems the storm should be over by tomorrow, so hopefully you’ll be able to get back to socialising with that lot.’ Merlin’s figure looks up from his notepad. ‘I shall contact our favourite couple then.’ Harry looks at you for confirmation and you nod. It’d be better to see them again soon, and being able to get back to the mountain should be a good reason. ‘I think they should be quite happy to meet up, from the security footage around their property it becomes clear that they’ve been having arguments. Probably feeling a bit claustrophobic with all those guards around.’ You turn to Merlin. ‘There’s that many?’

After your meeting with Merlin, you decide to make another pot of tea. As you’re brewing it, Harry comes up from behind and his hands slip around your waist. Leaning forward, he places a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear. ‘Merlin would have my head if he found out about us, did you know that agent Kay?’ You turn around in his arms and lean backwards so you can take a good look at his face. ‘And why is that, agent Galahad?’ His grip tightens and he pulls you closer. ‘Because I’m supposed to be the responsible one.’ His lips graze your ear. ‘Yet here we are, me with my arms around you and you look utterly irresistible.’ Before you can answer, his lips capture yours in a passionate embrace.

After a few more distractions, Harry eventually gets around to calling Angelo about meeting up the following day. They come to an agreement about a time and place, settling on meeting at one of the ski huts near the gondola station for drinks somewhere late in the afternoon the following day. The conversation seemed quite pleasant, and Angelo’s voice sounded relieved when he’d originally picked up the phone. His excitement seems to have stemmed from how well everyone had gotten along last time, but also from not having to spend his time stuck in their holiday home for much longer. A valid reason, you supposed, especially with the number of guards wandering around their property. ‘He seemed quite keen on meeting up again.’ Harry says after hanging up the phone. You nod, having heard the conversation in full since Harry’d make sure to put the phone on speaker. ‘Agreed. Hopefully his loving fiancée feels the same.’ You think back to Guillia, who you’d realised, wasn’t as fond of skiing as her husband to be. Still, she seems to enjoy it enough to put up with his antics. ‘I think it’s likely that she’s just as enthusiastic about leaving that property for a bit, even if it’s only half a day. Besides, this time around we won’t be skiing while spending time with them, so it’ll be a bit more up her alley.’ His tone is casual, but you know he’s quite hesitant most of the time when it comes to meeting targets multiple times. To be fair, his hesitation is warranted, with many of the networks the Kingsmen usually infiltrate or come in contact with at other events being able to gather information on agents relatively quickly due to the current digital environment and close ties to other criminal enterprises. Still, the two of you should be fine, with neither of you having much of a public profile or having been in contact with their respective family “businesses” before this mission.

‘Well, I’m just glad I get to show off my skills again tomorrow.’ You say as you put your arms around your colleague’s neck and lean backwards, taking a good look at his face. His hands wrap around your waist when you do so and his eyes meet yours. He smiles and hums before speaking. ‘Are you now?’ He leans forward and places a kiss on your lips. ‘Do be careful, love. I know you’re good at this, but I’d rather you not end up in the ER.’ ‘I suppose I’ll try, if you’re so worried, old man.’ You wink before charessing the side of his head with your hand and pulling him in for another kiss. ‘I appreciate it.’ He lets out a small sigh of relief. ‘Shall I make us some more tea?’ You nod at his suggestion, your hands leaving the nape of his neck. You appreciate Harry’s concern. It shows that he cares and all this isn’t just an act he’s putting on to make the mission easier. You suppose it has, in a way, but you’re worried of what might transpire upon its completion. Perhaps the two of you could continue to see each other in some way, despite Kingsman code, but you aren’t entirely sure how well such an arrangement would work. Still, you know Percival and Lancelot (a/n not Roxy, since this is pre secret service) have been fooling around with one another for quite some time now without Arthur, or anyone really, intervening with their relationship in any way. It’s been good for them though, their teamwork on missions has become more smooth. They barely have to communicate when in the field and cover each other perfectly. You hope that whatever is going on between you and the older gentleman, that it can become something… you aren’t sure what you want it to be, but you wished you could stay here, in this chalet, for an eternity.

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A/N: hello, I’m not dead. Sorry for not posting. I’ve finally managed to finish my (hellish) internship. University has, however, started again and exams are coming up already… I’ll try to post more consistently again soon, since I have many new stories and chapters in the works!

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years ago

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Humans And Mutants - Chapter 1 - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: I'm Not Your Experiment

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Ororo, Scott, Jean, Bobby, Pyro, Rogue, Magneto (Mentioned), Stryker, Anne, Kelly, and Charles

WC: 2,879

Warnings: Childhood abuse, experiments, mentions of torture, Reader's a mutant, bruises and wounds mentioned, fire mentioned, drugs mentioned, attacks mentioned, teasing, taunting, anxiety, embarrassment, slow burn, and slight angst

(Sorry, if this series is a bit odd, I made this in 2018)

You were a twenty-five-year-old woman who went through the worst possible thing that could ever happen to a child of six. Your dark terrible past. You lived through it every night in your dark visions. It seemed to never disappear, never leave you, even when you would wake up in total fear; covered in sweat; the images would replay over and over again, haunting you forevermore. You would never feel safe or normal after what you went through.

At the age of three, you found out, along with your parents, that you had teleporting powers. That you were a mutant. Your parents freaked out whenever you would accidently teleport places in your sleep, so they sent you to a testing lab. Your parents abandoned you there when you turned six and it seemed like nothing was improving. Leaving you in the hands of tall, scary scientists, alone and afraid.

For years you were experimented on, some days tortured. Slowly they stopped when they gave you a serum which they received no reaction from you. The serum involved brain enhancements and enhanced healing abilities, and when there was no reaction from you, they grew very frustrated. The scientists then connected tubes and electric wires to your head, sending radioactive and electric signals into your brain, which seemed to cause the serum to activate. You showed many signs of having many mutations of the mind, powers such as telepathy, memory manipulation, memory reading, electricity, and memory wiping. This, though, caused the scientists to move on to the next child and forget about you. Throwing you away into an iron cage, like trash.

You sat there in the corner, your head bruised and your brain pounding against your head in sheer agony. The only sound you could make were muffled whimpers from within the iron bars. Your clothes were tattered and ripped from wearing them for too long and not having showered in months. They smelled like old garbage and urine. Your eyes were glazed with pain and tiredness. Your fingers were covered in bruises, scrapes, and cuts. A single strand of your hair fell across your face. You reached your hand out with a shaky movement. You touched the lock of hair. It felt coarse and dry. You were trapped there for years, hardly ever getting enough food, which made you weak. You could hardly sleep, laying on the cold concrete floor, with no blanket or pillow to soothe you. There was no way to escape.

Weeks went on and the scientist’s facility went into a crazy haze. Scientists running here and there passed the many rows of caged children. They scrambled to escape as alarms blared and red lights flashed. It has been a while, you were nine, and you could finally control your mind powers, after long years of trying to better yourself. Though, the only thing that you didn't have full control of was your teleportation powers. If you did succeed in honing those powers, you could've escaped. There was loud yelling and some of the other children were crying, but after a while there was silence. No sound or movement was heard, no bleeps of machines or scientists muttering in the next room. Nothing.

You didn't know what to do, but soon a man in a wheelchair wheeled in, other people by his side, quickly they all helped the children out of the cages. You were last to be set free, the man in the wheelchair opened the gate of your cage and held out a hand. You looked at the man, who gave you a kind smile, which you haven't seen in a while. You were scared but curious, and you had this odd feeling that you could trust this man. You grabbed his hand weakly and stepped out of the tight enclosure. Your bare feet touched the floor, flinching from the icy marble, chilling you to your bones. The man then led you to the other children, who were smiling, happy to be free. The children found their new homes with the wheelchair man, who you found out later to be Charles Xavier. You and the saved children were sent to his school for gifted children. Or as he called it, The Mansion.

As the years went by, you were able to graduate from Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters. Charles then asked you if you wanted to become the new Biology teacher for some of the kids, and you happily agreed. Although you would only be doing it part-time, you loved it nonetheless. When you weren't working, you'd teleport to your cabin in Alaska, a gift from Charles since you had no place to go. You’d stay in the cold land, admiring the snow that you were never allowed to play in as a child, and gazing up at the Northern Lights. When you were working, you would teleport back to the school and stay until you were done teaching the spring semester. You loved your job and loved helping the many children who grew attached to your sweet and caring personality in mere seconds.

Being the smart person you were, you would sometimes sneakily teleport to the mansion and grab a glass of chocolate milk. You got caught a lot of times, but that didn’t stop you from teleporting and grabbing more. It was fun to teleport back to the mansion and watch as Scott tried to search for cups only to find none. But, you weren't rude, you'd bring back the glasses all clean and shiny once you were done having fun… And when Charles had caught you.

Some time later, some of the children of Charles’s school went on a field trip to a science museum. Which was probably a good and bad idea. Filled with wax figures from the Stone Age and fake dinosaur bones, the museum was a great place for children to learn and have fun doing it. While some of the children were listening to Ororo talk about Neanderthals, a boy named Artie, observed a girl lick her ice cream. The girl looked at him, and Artie smiled back at her. The girl then stuck her tongue out at him and glared. Artie, retaliating, did the same, sticking out his black and pronged tongue. The girl turned away, frightened, stuffing her face into her mother's dress.

“Artie?” Ororo called out to the young boy, the boy in question turning to look up at his teacher. “Not here.” She said, giving a little smile, softly shaking her head.

Not only minutes later did someone call out her name, “Storm?” She turned to see Jean and Scott walking with a group of other kids. “Everything okay?” Jean asked her, and Ororo nodded.

“Yeah. How was the medical exhibit?” She asked Jean, glancing between Jean and Scott.

Jean rolled her eyes, “The kids liked it. Scott was bored.” She answered, looking over to Scott for a second.

“It was boring,” Scott announced, his hands stuffed into his pockets, a small frown on his face.

Ororo did a quick headcount of the kids, freaking out only slightly when she was a few kids off, “Jean, where are the others?” She queried worriedly, turning to them again.

Meanwhile, around the same time, over in the cafeteria, Rogue, Bobby, and Pyro were sitting at a table, talking. They sneaked off from the museum's many exhibits, wanting to rather hang out without the constant gaze of teachers. As they were talking, a voice came out of nowhere and cut their conversation short. “Hey man, can I have a light?” A teenager asked in a snappy tone, his friend standing beside him.

Pyro looked down at his lighter, which was painted to look like a shark, and he flicked it a few times, the fire igniting. “Sorry, can’t help you out, pal.” He replied, closing his lighter, looking at the two teens nonchalantly.

“Why are you being such a jerk, man?” The second teen demanded, clearly ticked off.

“Yeah, why are you being a jerk?” The first teen questioned, the same annoyed tone in his voice, matching his friends as they both glared at the Pyrokinesis teen.

Pyro and Bobby ignored the two teens, going on to discuss if Rogue was having a good time or not when suddenly the second teenager grabbed Pyro’s lighter.

“Hey!” Pyro exclaimed, defensively, watching as the teenager handed the lighter to his friend. Pyro stood up and walked to them to get his lighter back, but the second teenager held him back, while the first teenager lit his cigarette. “That’s really funny, bro.” Pyro said maliciously.

The second teenager only smirked, “What are you gonna do?” His friend took a drag of his cigarette, and blew the smog into Pyro’s face. “Suddenly you’re not so tough.” The teenager told, as his friend breathed in from his cigarette.

Pyro looked at the first teenager and winked, causing the cigarette to catch up in flames, fire landing on the teenager’s arm. Many people got up and stepped back, as the teenager tried to put out the flames, and fell down onto a table, causing it to fall over with him. Pyro chuckled a bit, hiding part of his face with his hand as Bobby stretched out his own hand, sending a current of frost toward the teenager on fire; the flame dying down. The teenager stared at both Bobby and Pyro with a panicked look, before the room froze. Everyone was quiet, still as statues, as if they were mannequins or a video paused. Pyro wandered over to Bobby, who looked as startled as the kid who he had saved from Pyro's flames.

“Bobby, what did you do?” Rogue asked her boyfriend, super perplexed as she looked rapidly around the large cafeteria.

Pyro shook his hand in front of the second teenager, getting no response as Bobby frowned. “I didn’t do this.” He spoke before a person wheeled out of the halted crowd.

“No, I did.” Charles announced, stopping in front of Rogue, Bobby, and Pyro in his wheelchair. “And the next time you feel like showing off, don’t.” The head professor responded, giving the small group a sharp stare.

Before anything else could happen, the TV on the side of the wall began to play, talking about something happening in Washington D.C. Charles, the professors, and the kids watched as the man on the news spoke, “We are here in Washington, where there has been an attack in the oval office in The White House. Details are still coming slowly, all we know is the President and Vice President were not harmed. Sources say the attack involved one or more mutants.”

“I think it’s time to leave, professor.” Scott stated as Charles nodded his head.

“I think you’re right.” He replied, watching the TV.

Soon the people in the cafeteria unfroze, and everything turned back to normal. When the two teenagers unfroze, they saw that Bobby, Pyro, and Rogue were gone. People looked around confused and worriedly, wondering what had just happened.

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Over at Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters, Scott looked out the window and turned to Jean and Charles, his arms crossed. The room was tense with worry and confusion, none of them knowing what exactly they should do about what had happened in Washington. “In my opinion, I think Magneto is behind all this.”

“No, I don’t think so Scott.” Jean stated, looking at him from her place on the sofa.

“While Eric might have organized something like this from prison, for him the gesture is far too… Irrational. It only hurts his goal of mutant prosperity.” Charles responded in his chair.

If people could see Scott's eyes, he'd be rolling them, “You mean superiority.”

“If Eric had his way, yes.” In the background, the TV screen presented photographs of dissidents on both views of the mutant issue.

“You know how the government will respond to this. They’ll re-introduce the Registration Act.” Ororo spoke to Charles, Jean, and Scott, crossing her own arms in discomfort.

Charles frowned, “Or worse.” He stared at the protesters on tv, not really knowing what to think.

“Do you think the mutant was working alone?” Jean then asked after everyone went silent.

“The only way we’ll know is if we find him before the authorities do.” Charles answered, finishing their conversation.

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In The White House, in the Oval Office, Stryker emerged to greet Anne Reynolds, his right hand in command. They walked through the outer hallway, which is being repaired from the attack.

“Mr. Stryker.” Senator Kelly called, adjusting his suit.

Stryker and Anne stopped and turned around to see Senator Kelly. “Senator Kelly, this is Anne Reynolds, my director of special projects.” Stryker introduced the tall woman in a gray suit.

“My pleasure.” Anne shook Kelly’s hand tightly. A little too tightly and a little too long, Kelly noticed.

“Nice grip.” Kelly began, dropping her hand, “Listen, if you’d like to talk further about what you’re planning, I’d be available to offer my assistan-”

Stryker cut him off, “Thanks for the offer, Senator, but everything is already in place.” He smiled eerily, patting him on the shoulder. As Stryker and Anne walked away, Senator Kelly rubbed his fingers together, his eyes flashed yellow.

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In the living room of Charles’s mansion, Rogue sat on the couch next to Bobby, her gloved hand in his. Two boys sat at a table behind the couch, snickering and quietly laughing at the couple, but their laughter died down when the sound of a motorcycle was heard, causing Rogue to jump from her seat with an excited smile on her face. She headed to the front entrance, Bobby following close behind.

“Logan!” She threw her arms around the Wolverine, who hugged her back.

“Hey Rogue.” She backed up, smiling as Bobby appeared behind her, “Who’s this?” Logan then questioned, looking at Bobby up and down, observing him.

“This is Bobby, he’s-”

Wrapping a hand around her waist protectively, Bobby responded, cutting Rogue off, “Her boyfriend.” Logan and Bobby shook hands, doing so, crackling ice and vapors rose from the handshake, Logan raising an eyebrow at the sort of macho scene. Rogue just rolled her eyes. “They call me Iceman.” Bobby stated.

Logan wasn’t impressed. “Right.” Logan then turned to Rogue. “Boyfriend? So how do you guys..?” His words trailed off as Bobby pulled Rouge closer into his side.

“Well, we’re still working on it.” Bobby answered irritatedly, looking at Rogue and then to Logan.

“Look who’s come back.” Logan turned around to find Ororo, smiling at him as she climbed down the stairs of the mansion. Wearing a white flowy long sleeved shirt, radiant as always. “Just in time.” She finished, walking over to the man and teens.

“For what?” Logan asked, tilting his head slightly as Ororo smiled teasingly.

Her smile widened, “Cause we need a babysitter.”

“A babysitter?” Logan inquired, looking confused.

Ororo said nothing else about the matter, turning to leave, “Nice to see you again, Logan.”

“Hey, Logan.” A new voice spoke up. Logan turned to the stairs once more, his eyes widening slightly as he watched Jean walk down the stairs that Ororo previously came from.

“Hi, Jean.” Logan replied, a small fond smile on his face.

“I’m going to… I’m… I’m gonna get the plane ready…” Ororo walked off, knowing she didn’t want to interrupt anything they had going on.

“Hey, well, it was good to meet you.” Bobby quickly stated, before taking Rogue’s hand.

Rouge gave Logan a little wave before being pulled away with Bobby, “Bye, Logan, I’ll see you later.”

Logan then turned back to Jean. “Okay..,” Logan spoke, the awkwardness becoming a bit too much.

“Ororo and I are heading to Boston. We won't be gone long. The Professor wants us to track down a mutant who attacked the President.” Jean explained, as Logan frowned.

“So it was a mutant.” Logan said, confirming his suspicion.

Jean couldn’t help but smile teasingly up at him, “You’ll be here when we get back unless you plan on running off again.”

“I can probably find a few reasons to stick around.” Logan said with a small smirk just before Scott walked into the room.

“Find what you’re looking for, Logan?” Scott asked, also walking down the stairs.

“More or less.” Logan answered, not-so-subtly looking at Jean as she walked over to Scott.

“I’ll see you, boys, later.” Jean replied, before kissing Scott on the cheek, leaving the room.

“Be safe.” Scott said, worriedly.

She smiled, looking back at Logan, “Bye.” She then left the room and headed to the jet.

“See ya.” Logan called after she left.

There was a moment of silence between Scott and Logan. They just stared at each other, the tension high in the air, as both men were in love with Jean in some way or another.

“Aren't you going to welcome me home?” Logan asked Scott cockily, tauntingly as Scott stood there, giving Logan a glare, or what probably was a glare; he hands on his hips, “Your bike needs gas.” Logan then declared, throwing Scott’s motorcycle keys to him.

Scott caught his keys but threw them back and Logan caught them skillfully. “Then fill her up.” He replied, before leaving Logan alone again.

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