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My fellow Kingsman fanfic readers!!!

Marvel at my fortune!

For I spent the evening with not only one... but TWO of the best Kingsman fic writers! Eggsyobsessed and Zebraljb of AO3! I fangirled SO hard! Admit it, you’re jelly, aren’t you? I picked their brains for all their Eggsy, Merlin, and Harry goodies. It was glorious.

Accidentally became a Michelle-centric sap-fest, but I hope you like it anyway!!

Michelle arrived home in the wee hours, walking on air and intent on keeping her girlish giggles to herself, lest she wake the neighbourhood. It wasn’t as if she had much to go on, in the years since Lee, of what a date should be like- everything had changed so much- but the feeling after a successful one was the same. She pulled open the door as quietly as she can, and felt so many things at once that she could barely name them all.

She was horribly amused at the state of Hamish, asleep on the sofa with one arm dramatically flung across his face and the other hanging off the edge and entangled in Daisy’s grip. He looked like the aftermath of a night at a very enthusiastic gay club, glitter from his head to his socked feet. She took a picture, just for posterity not at all to send Harry for blackmail material, and continued her assessment of her sitting room.

It was a wreck, it was entirely obvious that the boys had catered to her every whim, the collection of stuffies surrounding her unconscious daughter bedecked in plastic crowns and jewels. Her tea set was off in the corner, long forgotten, and there was a tell-tale blue sheen to Daisy’s hands.

Which could only mean that the kitchen was worse off.

The thought proved to be accurate, as she entered the kitchen to find it spectacularly polka-dotted in a not-quite-faded blue. There was a pile of bowls in the sink, and a small Tupperware filled with a shimmering blue. She’d been attempting to get Daisy to forget the slime experiment she’d found on YouTube, had gotten her silly putty and all manners of pre-made gelatinous substances, but her daughter needed to make it herself.

She barely ate her spagbol if she didn’t help make it, these days.

But it seemed all her efforts were for naught as Eggsy had given in in the span of one evening. Likely he’d thought nothing of it, but perhaps he’d plan a bit better before suggesting an experiment next time. She tried to spot all the places that the dye had to have escaped Daisy’s grasp when soft footsteps approached her, and an arm came around her waist and a kiss was pressed to her cheek.

‘Had an exciting night, then, babes?’ Michelle giggled, still taking in the mess. It would be a nightmare to clean, but the happiness of her children was worth every inconvenience.

‘You don’ know the half of it, mum- how was the date?’ Eggsy kept his cheek pressed to hers, and she could feel his grin. As if he hadn’t done some digging into the man before she’d ever set a date with those connections she knew nothing about from that “tailor’s” job.

‘It was wonderful- a complete gentleman. Got a follow-up next week, but I’ll ask Jamal- I know you’ve got that big fitting coming up.’ Michelle didn’t bother to keep the scepticism from her voice, but didn’t press- Eggsy would say what he felt comfortable with. He was his own man, these days, he could keep whatever secrets he wanted. ‘Dare I ask what happened here?’

‘Funny you should mention that-’ Eggsy pulled away, and Michelle turned to meet his gaze and let out a bark of laughter before hastily covering her mouth with both hands.

‘The fuck happened to you?’ Michelle giggled, taking in the sight of her son. His hair was slicked down from a shower, but still had clumps of blue stuck between- his fingers matched Daisy’s, and his forehead looked like dripping wax had stained him.

‘Daisy wanted to play tea party, with princesses, of course,’ Eggsy added, face pursed to seem serous though he was obviously trying to hold back laughter, ‘and she decided that I was the slime princess, and upended the lot of it on me b’for I even knew what she’d said.’

‘Hamish must be the glitter princess, then?’

‘Nope!’ Eggsy popped the P at the end, a grin splitting his face, ‘He brought that shite on ‘imself. Taught Dais’ about blowing out dandelions for wishes, yeah? An’ then her birthday was last week, with the candles?’ Michelle nodded, thinking she knew where this was going but wanting to hear it from Eggsy. ‘Well, she got it into her head that if you blow anythin’ out or away then you get a wish. An’ she yelled that she wished the slime would be right and blew the lot of glitter into the bowl. Except, y’know air don’t work like that an’ Daisy ain’t the best at aimin’ so it got all over Merlin first.’

So I was almost done with this when I got this mental image of a scene and had to change the entire premise... I’ve put the other one under the cut for you, because damn it.

Eggsy needs a second job because he can’t get enough hours at the grocery store where he works

He sees a sign in the window of a bakery and since the hours are from 4 am to 8 am he figures he can do that before his other work, no matter what hours they give him

The bakery isn’t really looking for someone to train, but the sign has been in the window for a while and Eggsy seems fit enough to manage the more physical parts of the job so he’s hired

Eggsy is a hard worker and a quick learner, but getting up at 3 am is taking its toll on him, especially the days when he has the closing shifts at the grocery store

The hourly rate at the bakery is better, though. And it smells good. And it’s warm. And there are no terrible customers.

And Merlin’s there...

Merlin’s one of the bakers. He comes off a bit grumpy at first (or always, really) but he’s encouraging and actually takes the time to train Eggsy, even though there really is not time and the work just has to be done

Eggsy comes in in the mornings, Merlin’s there, sitting on the stool with a cup of coffee, already changed into his jacket and apron

(Eggsy has never seen him actually wear the military green sweater that hangs in the changing room) 

He looks pleased to see Eggsy almost every morning, and he says things like “I’m thinking carrot bread today, what do you think?” or “Want to learn braid dough?” 

They have about twenty minutes alone every morning before the other baker comes to work and those twenty minutes quickly become the reason Eggsy gets up in the morning

(Harry -- the other baker -- is always late, so Eggsy doesn’t notice how those twenty minutes become thirty minutes, then forty minutes... He’s just happy to get more time alone with Merlin. Merlin never says a word to Harry about it either.)

It’s a perfectly ordinary morning

Merlin’s question of the day is “I need to get started on the pies, do you think you can manage the bread yourself until Harry gets here?”

Eggsy can and he does

They move around in the small space, listening to the radio, talk. It’s nice, it’s familiar, it’s how life is probably supposed to be

Eggsy puts a sheet of bread in the oven and turns around

Merlin, clearly on his way somewhere, stops

They are not even an inch from each other

The room is warm and bright, time stands still

Merlin takes a step back, putting another two inches between them, because that’s all there is, and takes a deep breath

Eggsy’s heart is in his throat, for the first time ever he wishes that Harry would get his arse over here to break whatever tension this is

“Sorry lad, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You haven’t.”

Merlin smiles and goes back to work. Eggsy slumps against the workbench

When Harry finally arrives, Merlin takes a long break

The next morning, everything is as it’s always is

Merlin sits on the stool, drinking his coffee when Eggsy comes

But instead of a question he says, “I was about to kiss you yesterday. I’m sorry. Harry’s promised to be here on time, starting tomorrow.”

Eggsy stares

And stares

And stares

“So if I hurry I can kiss you before he gets here today?” he asks

Then it’s Merlin’s turn to stare, but after a moment he nods

Eggsy walks up to him, bends down and kisses him

On request, Harry keeps coming in late even in the future

Send me a ship + AU and I give you 5+ headcanons

in the hands of god by @eggsyobsessed

“I don’t understand,” Eggsy had to say, rather lost.

“I hate video games, I’m on the computer keeping the world in one piece as I can, why the fuck would I spend my off time on one?” Merlin glared at the play station. “I loathe that fucking thing.”

“Then why the hell did you spend wot like a thousand pounds on the best system and games, if you hate them?”

“Because then it meant you hung out in my office. I enjoyed listening to you play the jumping game. You were happy and seemed to destress.”

“Merlin that was because I was near you, not because of a bloody video game.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Eggsy looked at him. “This is the part where we clue in we like each other and you kiss me.”

The day after a double, not feeling the best, but look okay? Showered and not doing a damn thing for the rest of the evening and night.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingsman (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Merlin/Gary "Eggsy" Unwin Characters: Merlin (Kingsman), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin, Harry Hart | Galahad, original adult children, Daisy (Kingsman) Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Family Fluff, Future Fic, christmas surprise Series: Part 4 of Mantle of Gifts 2019 Summary:

Merlin and Eggsy have to deal with the fact that this will be the first Christmas without their children...and the empty nest syndrome is hitting something fierce.

For @eggsyobsessed, Queen among women that she is.