[when eggsy wakes on christmas morning, he'll find a collection of small boxes wrapped neatly in navy paper with gold glitter ribbons. they're set carefully on his dresser, and harry must have snuck in while he was sleeping.
the first contains a snowglobe with a pug resembling jb (and if eggsy thinks back hard enough, maybe he'll remember that was one of the first things he'd asked to see when he was seven). the second contains a black and gold tie, and the third another tie, this one a lookalike to the one he'd lost to gazelle. there's a note as well in harry's sprawling cursive:
A very Happy Christmas to you Eggsy, here's to the proper start of your collection. Thank you as always for your bright presence and allowing me the opportunity to supervise your continued journey to becoming the gentleman I know you are. x H.
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if you thought!! he could get away with this!! as if!!
[ later that morning, before the others arrive for holiday celebrations, eggsy makes it a point to get the jump on harry hart. not a feat made easy in his chosen attire of an ugly christmas jumper with an e on it (matching roxy's r), mind you. ]
Harry. [ said softly. it's a little warning, so he doesn't get decked before breakfast. when harry turns around, eggsy moves quickly, slipping arms around his middle to pull him into a hug. ] Between you and the orbiters sneaking into my room to leave me presents, I'm starting to think I should change careers.
[ it's a little muffled by grogginess and the way his head tips into harry's shoulder, but it's audible enough. his words don't betray any sort of insecurity, lightly teasing as they are. ]
[harry's up making a nicer breakfast than usual, in his apron and all in the kitchen. he'd saved all the best ingredients and did a little extra shopping to try and make the things he knows eggsy enjoys but they couldn't always spare the extra money on, at least not before relocating and getting steady income. he's already turning when he hears the boy light across their creaky little floor, but he can barely open his mouth and say:]
Happy Chr--
[--before he's being met with an armful of eggsy in a very lovely hug. he's warmed from the inside out, honestly, and no it's not the frying pan on the stove. he smiles softly even though eggsy won't be able to see it and wraps his arms summarily around him too.]
Happy Christmas, Eggsy.
We can work on your stealth detection another time; it's a holiday today and I can't bear to have you out of business yet.
[ it’s at that point that he could pull away, following the emotional beat of the moment. he doesn’t. instead, he tightens his hold on harry slightly. he doesn’t often reach out to harry like this — only upon their first reunion, really — with physical contact serving purposes since then (pretending on the beach for money, kissing to seal a pact). well, serving purposes and occurring on accident, like when he fell asleep on the way to wyver. lingering now is a holiday luxury, isn’t it? particularly when harry responds warmly, unlike when he’d been merely surprised the first time. ]
Thank you. [ for the gifts — and everything else. ] Happy Christmas, Harry.
[sometimes harry wonders about the "what-ifs" that surround them. if he hadn't gotten shot in the head, the storm hadn't happened, and the two of them were both carrying on at kingsman...would he have moments like these? or would he have maintained his professional distance, stilted englishman that he is, and just provided eggsy with a few pointers here or there?
living together has changed his definition of things in some way--it's far more intimate than he suspects he'd have allowed himself to become. like now for example--he can't really bring himself to care whether or not he would have or could have done something like give eggsy a proper hug on a fucking holiday morning.
it's lovely, that's all that matters. his hand splays across eggsy's back, stroking up and down once before he finally deigns it appropriate to pull away. but he's got the excuse of needing to tend to the oven too, and that's just as well because no they haven't ever really discussed the kiss or any other tokens of affection.
do they need to?
he gestures to the table with a small smile.]
Sit down, I made us breakfast before everyone else drops by. Your favourite, if I recall?
[ by the time harry needs to check the food, eggsy pulls away content that his gratitude has been conveyed. well, at least as much as it can be when he owes harry so much. he cards a hand through his unstyled hair, further dishevelling it. beyond throwing on clothes, he made little effort to be presentable or even properly awake. it’s christmas, after all.
with that, he does as he’s told, settling in at the table. ]
[ through a yawn — ] You know I’ll eat anything.
[ he absolutely would and does, even the weird shit in the olympian food stalls that he’s pretty sure came from a fantasy animal. buuut he’s partial to a traditional english breakfast, in which he tolerates the eggs sunny side up (for protein). ]
[harry supposes he could have foregone the pressed trousers and button-down, though he has skipped out on the blazer and gun holsters. it's not exactly his red robe but it is dressed down to a degree for him. still, christmas would have been a good excuse and it's absolutely why he's overlooking eggsy's dishevelment right now. he's even refrained from bringing up the eyesore at the gala or the sweater he's wearing right now, content instead to just make this as best a morning as he can.
and he's especially determined not to let his guilt get in the way of trying to make this a better christmas than eggsy has had in previous years. it's the least he can do.
he plates up two dishes, packed as if each is meant to serve at least two other people. it's christmas will just have to be his mantra for everything today.]
Here we are.
[he hangs up his apron and sits down across from eggsy, unfolding a napkin in his lap.]
By the way, excellent choice. I'll be wearing it the first opportunity I can.
[ well, if eggsy’s gaze lingers on a dressed down harry hart, he would argue it’s a natural reaction to the shift in style. it doesn’t make eggsy feel underdressed, mind you — eggsy knows where he stands within the comfort of their shared home (and who he is, underneath all the finery he wears for work or the loud distractions he trots out at formal affairs).
‘course he’d by lying if he said that harry’s approval didn’t mean a great deal to him. here, he mimics his mentor’s actions: a napkin neatly placed on his lap and careful use of his cutlery. ]
Thanks. [ for breakfast this time. at that mention of his gift, he perks up, chin tipping toward harry instinctively. ] Yeah? [ he tries to busy himself poking at his food, but his mouth curves into an obviously pleased smile. ] I thought it seemed nice — like something you didn’t already have, y’know?
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christmas;
the first contains a snowglobe with a pug resembling jb (and if eggsy thinks back hard enough, maybe he'll remember that was one of the first things he'd asked to see when he was seven). the second contains a black and gold tie, and the third another tie, this one a lookalike to the one he'd lost to gazelle. there's a note as well in harry's sprawling cursive:
if you thought!! he could get away with this!! as if!!
Harry. [ said softly. it's a little warning, so he doesn't get decked before breakfast. when harry turns around, eggsy moves quickly, slipping arms around his middle to pull him into a hug. ] Between you and the orbiters sneaking into my room to leave me presents, I'm starting to think I should change careers.
[ it's a little muffled by grogginess and the way his head tips into harry's shoulder, but it's audible enough. his words don't betray any sort of insecurity, lightly teasing as they are. ]
oh no this is too adorable
Happy Chr--
[--before he's being met with an armful of eggsy in a very lovely hug. he's warmed from the inside out, honestly, and no it's not the frying pan on the stove. he smiles softly even though eggsy won't be able to see it and wraps his arms summarily around him too.]
Happy Christmas, Eggsy.
We can work on your stealth detection another time; it's a holiday today and I can't bear to have you out of business yet.
u only have yourself to blame
Thank you. [ for the gifts — and everything else. ] Happy Christmas, Harry.
zero regrets tbh
living together has changed his definition of things in some way--it's far more intimate than he suspects he'd have allowed himself to become. like now for example--he can't really bring himself to care whether or not he would have or could have done something like give eggsy a proper hug on a fucking holiday morning.
it's lovely, that's all that matters. his hand splays across eggsy's back, stroking up and down once before he finally deigns it appropriate to pull away. but he's got the excuse of needing to tend to the oven too, and that's just as well because no they haven't ever really discussed the kiss or any other tokens of affection.
do they need to?
he gestures to the table with a small smile.]
Sit down, I made us breakfast before everyone else drops by. Your favourite, if I recall?
no subject
with that, he does as he’s told, settling in at the table. ]
[ through a yawn — ] You know I’ll eat anything.
[ he absolutely would and does, even the weird shit in the olympian food stalls that he’s pretty sure came from a fantasy animal. buuut he’s partial to a traditional english breakfast, in which he tolerates the eggs sunny side up (for protein). ]
no subject
and he's especially determined not to let his guilt get in the way of trying to make this a better christmas than eggsy has had in previous years. it's the least he can do.
he plates up two dishes, packed as if each is meant to serve at least two other people. it's christmas will just have to be his mantra for everything today.]
Here we are.
[he hangs up his apron and sits down across from eggsy, unfolding a napkin in his lap.]
By the way, excellent choice. I'll be wearing it the first opportunity I can.
[eggsy's gift, he means.]
no subject
‘course he’d by lying if he said that harry’s approval didn’t mean a great deal to him. here, he mimics his mentor’s actions: a napkin neatly placed on his lap and careful use of his cutlery. ]
Thanks. [ for breakfast this time. at that mention of his gift, he perks up, chin tipping toward harry instinctively. ] Yeah? [ he tries to busy himself poking at his food, but his mouth curves into an obviously pleased smile. ] I thought it seemed nice — like something you didn’t already have, y’know?
[ shopping for harry wasn’t easy, in truth. ]