Mar 1, 2018
Isaac: Describe Stiles in one word
Derek: Mine
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Isaac: Describe Stiles in one word
Derek: Mine
Easter Bunny Mishaps
(I get the privilege of spending Easter with my two tiny best friends, my baby cousins ages 6 and 2. So in honour of the Easter egg hunt I’ll get to be a part of in the morning, I thought I’d give you guys a bit of egg related Hartwin fluff. Hope you enjoy!)
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"Eggsy no.”
“Come on Harry, s’creative, innit?!” Eggsy’s balancing on one of his kitchen chairs, stretched up to tuck an egg over the top of the door frame. “Easter’s not all fun and games. Gotta have some challenge to it, yeah?”
“Eggsy Daisy is three years old.” Harry’s standing at Eggsy’s back. Even without glancing at him Eggsy can tell that the older man is shaking his head, his expression a mix between disapproval and disbelief. “Even if she finds those eggs, how in the blazes is she supposed to get to them?”
“I can pick her up. Or mum!” He counters, reaching down to pull another egg out of the basket that’s hanging on his arm. He starts on balancing it next to the first, planning to line the whole doorway with the tiny foiled chocolates.
“Eggsy,” Harry’s borderline exasperated now, “need I remind you that you required a chair to get the damned things up there in the first place.”
“Fine, then you can do it.” Eggsy states, already going for a third egg. “Come on Harry, where’s your sense of competition-”
“Again, might I remind you, your sister is three-”
“Hey, you got any creative knee high hidin’ spots?” He turns around on the chair, gesturing to Harry with the egg basket. “Cause by all means feel free to....oh shit-”
He overbalances, the chair tipping backwards and his feet shooting out from underneath him.
“Jesus!”
The chair clatters to the ground and he closes his eyes, his body tensing for the inevitable collision with the floor, only it doesn’t come. Instead he slams back against a hard frame, arms curling around him while they topple backwards against the living room rug.
Harry lets out a winded noise when his back hits the ground, his body curled up around Eggsy protectively.
“Fuckin’ hell, Harry-” Scrambling Eggsy turns around in Harry’s grip, sitting up to straddle the man’s hips and hovering over him nervously. “M’so sorry! You alright? Your head-”
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” The man winces, sitting up slightly and lifting his knees. The motion causes Eggsy to slide straight into his lap where he stays, perched, watching Harry rub at the back of his head with a sympathetic noise.
“You sure? I ain’t exactly light.”
“Oh really? I couldn’t tell.” Harry snarks, bringing an arm up to wrap around Eggsy’s waist and shaking his head. “This is exactly the kind of thing I was worried about.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault! The chair was just off balance, s’all.”
“Right-”
“Oi.”
Michelle’s voice cuts through the living room as she peeks her head around the corner, hair sleep mussed and eyes squinting. “Everyone still alive in here?”
“Ah, yeah mum.” Eggsy flushes, scratching at the back of his head. She doesn’t seem to phased by the sight of the two of them, sprawled out on the living room floor.
If anything she’s more annoyed, shaking her head with a hard roll of her eyes. “When I told you lot you could get the eggs sorted I didn’ think you’d be takin’ the damned house down in the process.”
“Our apologies Mrs. Unwin.” Harry pipes up from where he’s still seated on the ground, turning his attention to Eggsy and flashing him a significant look. “Just a failed attempt at creative egg hiding.”
“Hey!” Eggsy smacks him in the chest, mouthing a silent ‘traitor.’
Michelle just sighs, the sound as fond as it is aggravated. “Knew I should’ve taken Roxy up on her offer to supervise you two.” She waves dismissively at them, barely suppressing a yawn. “Just be careful, yeah? An’ try not to break anything...or wake your sister, heaven forbid.”
“Promise!” Eggsy calls after her quietly, flinching with a guilty smile.
Michelle’s still shaking her head when she disappears back around the corner, already making a bee-line back to bed.
As soon as she’s gone Eggsy drops his head against Harry’s shoulder, groaning. “Whoops.”
“Whoops is right.” Harry sighs but drags Eggsy closer all the same, rubbing a hand up and down his back. “This was the last thing your poor mother needed to see tonight.”
“Hey, this is hardly the most compromising position she’s ever caught us in.” Eggsy protests, leaning back to prod Harry’s shoulder.
“Not exactly something we should be proud of, now is it?” Harry lets out a sigh. “Can we at least agree to keep our egg hiding at shoulder height, at most?”
“Yeah, I s’pose.” Eggsy laughs and shakes his head, bringing one hand up to cup over Harry’s cheek. Leaning down he gives the older man a quick peck, keeping the kiss chaste and sweet. When he draws back Harry’s smiling at him, his expression soft and endearing.
“Harry?”
The man lets out a pleased hum, leaning up to fit their brows together gently. “Yes Eggsy?”
He drops his arms to wrap around Harry’s shoulders, angling back down until their lips brush together just so.
“Happy Easter.”
Awkward (Happiness)
Awkward (Happiness) by halesparkles
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3,150
Summary: Stiles and Derek have an accidental double date with Scott and Isaac.