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muiitoloko · 8 months
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Harry Hart & Eggsy Unwin
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anaquariusfox · 9 months
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💛 prints
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sugarsxph · 8 months
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“Manners. Maketh. Man”
Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin [& his super cute glasses ;)] ♥︎ 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘯: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘊𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 (2014/2017)
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oleworldblues · 1 year
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Kingsman: The Secret Service | 2014
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kazza-desu · 1 year
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I rewatched Kingsman because it’s a DILF movie and y’all can’t change my mind.Colin Firth and Mark Strong had zero reasons to be that attractive.This has been in sitting in my drafts for a long while and I hope y’all enjoy this!
You’re the newest addition to Kingsman who joined a year or two ago so you know the other agents well but the ones you got along the most were Agent Galahad and Merlin.
You work well with the both of them and gone with them for numerous missions(separately).
It wasn’t hard to crush on the both of them considering how wonderful the both of them are with the bonus of how easy on the eyes they were(looking respectfully,of course).
With it being a serious workplace environment and the both of them probably seeing you nothing more than as a co-worker or newbie,you knew nothing more would come out of it and was content with the way things were.
So when Arthur needed all three of you to go on a mission together,it was a bit of a shocker.
You know that Galahad and Merlin worked together for years and are the best at what they do.So with you still being relatively new,this mission made you nervous and it doesn’t help you admire the both of them immensely.
You guys would be undercover at a gala at some rich asshole’s mansion and would need to find some important documents.
The mission required you to be in close proximity to each other due to whatever reasons.Sounds difficult when you don’t want to be suspicious,right?
The solution?You will go undercover as a sugar baby and the other two as your sugar daddies.
Since they’re both gentlemen,they would discuss if you’re okay with doing what’s needed to convince people of your roles.
The amount of endearing nicknames they would call you and the amount of touching just honestly makes me blush.
(Not me imaging having to sit on one of their laps as they’re whispering in your ear the plan and the other leaning down to kiss your neck to be able inconspicuously listen and breathlessly whispering back down your neck. . .I’m not fine)
BONUS
You guys are about to get caught in a room that you guys definitely shouldn’t be in.What makes people more uncomfortable than to see public display of physical affection especially when it seems a bit too physical.
Good thing Merlin and Galahad are really good actors.At least,you think they were acting,right?
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agent-scotch · 2 months
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Just gonna leave this here
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shmaptainwrites · 9 months
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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.
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mscolorhead · 4 months
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Harry Hart
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echothefandomeater · 1 year
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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.
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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.)
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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.
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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.
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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. 
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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”
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muiitoloko · 7 months
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HONEYPOT
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Summary: Galahad arrives home after a honeypot mission, seeking solace in the embrace of his wife.
Warning: Angst.
Pairing: Harry Hart (Kingsman) × fem!Reader
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Harry Hart had just returned from a taxing mission that left him physically and mentally drained. The weight of his responsibilities as a Kingsman agent always pressed heavily on his shoulders, but tonight he needed a different kind of connection.
Slipping into their home with the practiced ease of someone who had done this countless times before, Harry found himself drawn to the bedroom where you were peacefully sleeping. He was tired, his body aching from the exertion of his mission, but the need to feel close to you was a hunger he couldn't ignore.
The moonlight spilled into the room, casting a soft glow over your sleeping form. Harry's gaze lingered on you for a moment, his heart swelling with affection. He knew the risks of his job, the honeypot missions that required him to use his charm and allure to extract information. It was a part of his duty that often left a bitter taste in his mouth.
As he slipped into bed beside you, the warmth of your body drawing him in, Harry's movements were slowed by the tiredness that overtook him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his touch tender as he traced the curve of your jawline with his fingertips. He needed this closeness, this reassurance that despite the complexities of his work, he had someone waiting for him at home.
Harry's thoughts drifted back to the honeypot mission he had undertaken earlier. He had been tasked with seducing a target, extracting crucial information from him. The encounter had involved a lot of kissing and petting, a performance that left him feeling both hollow and guilty.
You had understood the nature of his job from the beginning, and you had given him your permission to carry out such missions. You recognized the importance of his role in keeping the world safe. Yet, the guilt remained, a constant companion that nagged at the edges of his conscience.
He turned to face you, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his touch a mixture of tenderness and desperation. He needed you to understand that despite the masks he wore and the roles he played, he was still the same man who had fallen in love with you.
You stirred, your eyes fluttering open as you registered his presence. Your gaze met his, and Harry saw a mixture of love and understanding in your eyes. You reached up to cup his cheek, your touch grounding him in the moment.
"You're back," you whispered, your voice laced with sleep.
Harry nodded, his fingers entwining with yours. "I am."
The connection you shared was a lifeline that he clung to, a reminder that despite the complexities of his job, he had someone who knew him, who saw beyond the facade he presented to the world.
The look in your eyes remained on Harry's face, your fingers gently caressing his cheek as you noticed the guilty expression that clouded his features. You held his face between your hands, concern evident in your eyes. "Harry, what happened? You look troubled."
Harry's fingers played with the fabric of your nightgown, his gaze shifting as he tried to find the words to explain. "I had a honeypot mission today."
Your brows furrowed slightly, a mixture of curiosity and concern in your eyes. You mumbled a quiet "oh" in acknowledgment, the taste of unease settling in your mouth. You knew that such missions were a part of Harry's work, but that didn't mean they were easy for you to digest.
He continued, his voice soft as he recounted the details. "I had to attend a party where my target was. We spent some time flirting at the bar before he took me to his hotel room. I needed to retrieve an important file."
When he fell silent, a weight seemed to linger between you, punctuating the unspoken truth that hung in the air.
"You don't have to tell me more if it bothers you," you whispered, your voice gently reassuring.
Harry's gaze dipped, his fingers unconsciously tightening on the fabric of your nightgown. "It's not fair to you. You deserve someone who doesn't have to do these things."
You shook your head, your fingers directing his eyes back to you. "Harry, I've known from the start what your job entails. But that doesn't change who you are to me. The man I love isn't defined solely by his actions in the field."
His heart swelled at your words, a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability bubbling within him. "I don't want these missions to taint what we have."
Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer until your foreheads touched. "Harry, my love, you've faced the darkness and emerged stronger. Your heart guides you, and it's that heart that I fell in love with."
His grip on you tightened, as if he could anchor himself in your love and understanding. Emotions swirled within him, a storm he had been suppressing for far too long. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes, and he struggled to suppress the flood of emotions that threatened to break free.
"Let yourself feel, Harry," you whispered, your lips brushing against his. "You're not alone in this."
His barriers crumbled in your embrace, and he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to release the pent-up emotions that had been weighing him down. You held him as he trembled against you, a steadfast presence offering comfort and strength.
As the tears subsided, he found himself enveloped in your unwavering support. His heart felt lighter, as if the weight of his guilt had been shared and lessened. With you by his side, he knew he could face any storm – even the dark shadows that his role as a Kingsman agent brought into their lives.
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anaquariusfox · 9 months
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Rewatched last night 🧡 prints
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twsssmlmaa · 9 months
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Guys… the difference between ‘Are you alright, darling?’ and ‘How you doin, darlin?’
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justsomerandomfanfic · 4 months
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The Author And The Spy - Hamish Mycroft (Merlin) X Female Reader
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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.
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