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Imagine Harry explaining his ‘emotional day’…

You and Harry were on a roll. Even recruiting Eggsy was going well until Harry let out an abrupt statement.

“I’m having a rather emotional day.”

You rolled your eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Harry. I told you that we weren’t having cake for breakfast. Stop being so dramatic.”

“It was a very good slice of cake and I would have liked to have eaten it.” Harry argued in a manner that incorporated politeness, childishness, and a hint of charm.

Eggsy crossed his arms and watched the bickering as his mind kicked into gear. “So, you say you ain’t together, right?” He asked, catching your attention. “Then why are you having breakfast at his place? Because, I’m picking up some serious vibes that you is both dating and trying to keep it off the radar.”

“He’svery quick.” You complimented, brows raised and a smirk on your mouth.

Harry leaned back and rolled out his shoulders, keeping his eyes trained on Eggsy. “Indeed.”

Eggsy’s eyes widened when he noticed that you were both staring for a little too long and frowned. “Was that a test?”

You cleared your throat and shook your head. “Actually, no. Harry does get a tad bit sentimental over cakes.”

“I just don’t understand why you’re against it for breakfast.”

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Thu, 21 Apr 2022 10:02:46

Day 1 - Pregnancy

Kingsman Harry Hart x fem!pregnant!reader

Warnings:Talk of sex, Talk of pregnancy, brief mentions of criminal activity

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A/N: Here’s to the first post of the month. It’s weird to be writing in ficland again after a year almost solely professionally writing and publishing well 400k+ of interactive fiction. I really hope this little bit gives you all some joy today.

Harry thought breaking the Gentleman’s Code would be an overwhelming point of shame for him. For years, he couldn’t even fathom it. To break something so sacred as his commitment to the rules and guidelines of a true Kingsman seemed an inexcusable sin.

But now, looking at you as you rest on your side in bed, your breasts gently spilling out of your top and your belly cradled in your hands, Harry can’t look at his transgression as anything but the single greatest decision he has ever made.

Sure, taking down your corrupt oligarch of an uncle was a point of pride for his career, but the point of pride in his life was the night after your uncle was captured and your partnership would have to come to an end and Harry somehow found the courage in himself to carry you to his bed. The feeling of justice served always fueled him but he discovered a new fire that came with the soft touch of the skin of your shoulder against his lips, the sound of your pleased mewls right in his ear, and the gentle caress of your hands on his back as you promised him you wanted this just as much as he did.

Even though he is already running late for work — and with the promotion of the newest Arthur to be the focus of the meeting making it particularly important that Harry show up on time — he can’t find it in himself to move any faster. The way the soft curves of your body move and how you skin glistens in the new morning sun makes Harry seriously reconsider how much he really cares about appointments and schedules. He’d take you right now if the doctor’s hadn’t requested pelvic rest. He’d take you right now if he weren’t so worried he’d finish before you could even get your own pleasure from him.

When you roll over and smile as him as he’s putting on his tie, he thinks to himself for not the first time that he’s somehow found some secret sauce— a combination of satisfying and heart-affirming things that have come together to form a life he loves and would change for nothing.

“I’ll be back for dinner, love,” he whispers as he takes his steps toward you.

He touches the smooth, taut skin of your stomach so he can lean down and kiss you properly but he’s greeted by a firm, swift bump to his just a little north of his palm. Harry’s eyes widen as he looks up at you, but you only have laugher to offer him.

“You really think she was going to let you leave without saying goodbye,” you tease, but Harry’s only has eyes for your stomach. The tiny life, still months away from joining on this side of your body, is still present and attentive, communicative and strong. And for some reason, the thought that passes through Harry’s mind is one he realizes he didn’t fully process until this very moment; I have love enough for both of them, and love even greater still.

He kisses you hard on the mouth, consumed by that spark of passion that started in his chest and now makes his limbs tingle. And when he pulls away with a breathless sigh, he too kisses the skin just above your navel— a promise to the child for whom you’re about to make an incredibly loving home that he’s not about to forget the beautiful things his love can create. A family, a community, a safe world. A life he’s happy to live.

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