Can I Request A Fic Where Eggsy Roxy And Merlin All Think That Harrys Life Is Really Lonely And Sad Because

Can I request a fic where eggsy Roxy and Merlin all think that Harry’s life is really lonely and sad because he has no one to come home to so they spy on him and turns out he has a wife that he didn’t tell anyone about and he’s really happy and domestic! With her. Then his friends pretend not to know even though they are mad Harry didn’t tell them. Then a few days later he has to reveal the truth because she’s being held hostage in attempt to get to him? Thanks. This might be way too specific…

Ahhhh!!!I hope I got this right!!! Thank you for your request!

Harryx Reader \ Queue Spy Music

Pairings:Harry x Reader

Warnings:none.

A/N:Gifsbelong to the owners, in this case… h8rryh8rt.I do not own these gifs, they are used with the utmost respect.

Spyingwas always the best way to get information but when 3 people arecrammed in a ridiculously small car outside one of their fellowco-workers place at night; it was not good.

“Whyare we here again?” Eggsy asked as he knocked elbows with Roxy inthe back seat. Merlin shook his head while adjusting the rear viewmirror, “We’re here because all other attempts at getting Harrytogether with someone have failed. And we all wanted to find outwhy.”

Eggsymade a face while watching Merlin in the mirror and smiled, “Ah,see that makes sense.”

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Requested by Anonymous:  Can you pretty please do a harry imagine where he and reader go out, and people make him feel insecure about the age gap?  (gif credit.) Pairing: Harry Hart x female Reader Word Count: 1.3k  A/N: I hope you don’t mind the direction I took this request in! I wanted to stay true to Harry’s personality as best I could. Big thanks to @fishofmordor for helping me with this! 

It turns out a relaxing date night is hard to come by when both you and your boyfriend are spies.

Over your time as an Agent you’d learned to appreciate the little things – like taking a walk arm in arm with your boyfriend over your lunch break. Harry had just gotten back from a three day mission, and the last thing he had wanted to do was pretend to listen to Arthur’s mission debrief instead of catching up with the woman he loved.

“Have I mentioned that I missed you?” Harry asked for the third time in fifteen minutes, glancing sidelong only to be met with an equally zealous smile from you. You were seconds away from stretching on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek when the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps put you both into overdrive.

The nod Harry gave you was subtle enough to tell you that he heard someone behind you too, tightening his grip on his umbrella as you used the reflection in a shop window to get a better view. You’d prepared to see a giant thug with some unseemly weapon in his hand, but what you saw gave you pause.

“Harry…” you began, a small boy with wide eyes and red cheeks running up to the two of you.

“Grandpa! Grandpa…” the boy began, raising a hand to tug on the back of Harry’s pant leg. When Harry turned to face the small lad, you could see further tears cloud his eyes at the recognition of a complete stranger instead of his Grandfather. “I- I’m sorry, mister. I thought… you were…”

Nine times out of ten, Harry Hart was absolutely wonderful with children. Little Daisy could hardly get enough of him, neither could your nieces and nephews. But for some reason his face remained in the impassive and slightly shocked state, leaving you to be the one to kneel down to be on the boy’s level.

“It’s all right!  My name is Y/N, and this is my friend Harry. What’s your name?” You kept your voice light and airy, doing your best not to spook the obviously terrified boy. “My mum says I’m not supposed to talk to strangers…” he mumbled, little brow furrowed with worry. You could hardly blame the boy’s Mother – if you had children, they’d have cameras and GPS built into their clothing just in case. It was London, after all.

“That’s okay! You’re being very brave right now. Would you like to borrow my cellphone and call your Grandpa or Mummy?”  The boy spared a glance back towards Harry, who just now seemed to be coming around. “Y/N is right, you’re a good lad. Do you remember their phone numbers?”

The encouragement from the older man must have comforted him somehow, focusing his eyes on your faces instead of scanning the surroundings desperately. “I don’t know ‘em… Mum says I’m too little for a phone.” Instinctively you wanted to gather the small boy in your arms to comfort him, the maternal side of you making your heart clench. With the boy’s sniffling increasing in frequency, you knew the dam was about to burst any second as he shook his head.

“It’s gonna be okay, love. Why don’t the three of us head back to the spot where you last saw your Grandpa, yeah? We’ll stay with you until you find him.” You’d planned to offer to take his hand while you walked, but instead the boy surged forward and wrapped his little arms around your neck. One of these days you’d have to thank your brother and sister for having so many kids, nightmares in babysitting had given you the skillset to help this lost child. “It’s okay… everything’s gonna be okay. Where were you and Grandpa last?” You asked him, the boy peeling his face away from your shoulder long enough to point in the direction he’d come from.

Together the three of you walked almost all the way back to the shop, Harry just a step behind you two as he watched the boy look around happily from his new spot in your arms. The age gap between the two of you was something he had gladly taken into stride when he’d fallen in love with you – a woman wise beyond your years, who somehow still managed to laugh at his jokes and make him feel twenty years younger. But if things continued at this pace, one day the two of you would marry and start a family of your own. The sight in front of him could very well be in his foreseeable future, you holding a child of your own and just as happy as you seemed to be now. Having a family would be a blessing… until the inevitable time in which his health would decline, and Harry Hart would leave behind both his children and a young widow.

Both you and Harry caught sight of the middle-aged man in a suit remarkably similar to Harry’s before the young boy did. The man was pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, glancing at his phone every few seconds until he looked up. “GREGORY!” The boy – Gregory – squirmed in your arms to be let down, his feet moving before they even hit the sidewalk as he sprinted towards his Grandpa. You watched with a fond smile on your face as the man checked over his grandson, picking the boy up before closing the distance between you.

“Thank you so much for finding him! I’d just turned my back for a second…” Gregory peered at you with a guilty look on his face, obviously in for a talking to when he got home. “It’s okay, I understand. He was a very brave boy.” Gregory and his Grandfather thanked you profusely before headed back to their car, the little boy waving goodbye. “Bye-bye Miss Y/N! Bye-bye Mister Harry!”  You couldn’t help but blow him a kiss when they drove past, giving Her Majesty some competition by waving goodbye once again.

“You were good with Gregory, darling.” Harry told you softly, making it a point to check his watch for the time instead of keeping his gaze on you. You’d been together long enough for you to recognize when something was bothering him, wrapping both your arms around his narrow waist and resting your chin on his chest.

“Harry…” you prompted, determined not to move from this spot until he told you what was wrong. Your beloved recognized he had been backed into a corner, dropping his arm only to wrap you in a tight hug. “You were really good with him, Y/N. Just as phenomenal as you are with your family. I just don’t want to miss any of those moments with our family one day because I’ll be too fucking old.”

The words ‘our family’ from Harry’s lips made you flush from head to toe, heart clenching in fondness for the second time in as many minutes. He was very rarely insecure about your relationship or himself, standing on your tip toes to kiss his cheek before you spoke. “You won’t miss anything, Harry. You dedicate your heart and soul into everything you do, and you’ll do the same with your children.”

You untangle your arms to cup his face in your hands, smoothing your thumbs over his cheeks until the corner of his mouth turns up slightly.  “Besides… how old is our dear friend Sir Elton John?” You prompted, Harry’s grin turning into a happy smile that only you ever saw. “He’s seventy years old, and he has two kids under the age of 10. If that knight can do it, so can mine.”

The intensity of the kiss he gives you almost makes you stagger, his arms tightening around you to keep you close. Harry hardly ever kissed you full on the mouth in public, much preferring to save displays of affection for behind closed doors. Any qualms were set aside temporarily as his lips moved against yours until you felt like you could melt in his embrace.

“I can’t wait to start a family with you.” He murmured to you lowly, forehead pressed against yours as you fought to catch your breath. “I’m counting on it, Harry Hart.”

all right - my theme is driving me nuts. once I fix it I’ll get back to writing.

"Get on your knees." - Lord Blackwood

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A good girl shouldn’t feel their face flush at such an enticing invitation.

A good girl wouldn’t have accepted the company of a handsome, unwed man in the first place. A good girl would realize his intentions or fear for one’s safety - you’d hardly known him for a week, and yet you felt desperate to please him. It was like magic.

The effort it took to gather your skirts and drop to your knees was well worth the groan you got in response, large hand cupping your jaw while his free hand reached towards his trousers.

—You were tired of being a good girl anyway.

A Man Possessed

fisorPairings: Merlin x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Merlin is possessed by the spirit of Lord Henry Blackwood.

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“You’re mine. I don’t share” with our husband Merlin please

   Merlin regretted saying it when you turned to stare at him. Sweat beaded on his forehead when you turned your body all the way to face him in your chair. You smoothed your clothes into place, crossed your ankles, and folded your hands in your lap. You were a perfect picture of the genteel lady. That generally wasn’t a good sign. Your eyes pinned him in place.

   “And what makes you think -I- share, Hamish, darling?”

   You come over to him and he has to force himself to remain still and not lean away like his instincts are telling him to. You take his face in your hands and trace over a line between his brows with a thumb. “Maybe you need some reassurance.”

   You’re practically purring now, and he feels he is safe enough to touch you, so he does. His large hands wrap around your waist and pulls you down to sit across his thighs. He kisses you softly and when you surge into the heat between you, well, he knows what he’ll be doing for the rest of the afternoon.