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[misspygmypie]

Moodboard for @hepcatliz and @kingsmansecretsanta

This one was inspired by your 10th Day of Ficmas: Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow ❤

[elletromil]

Spoopy asks? #5, Kingsman, Merlin & Ginger

So since you know me, of course I did the three different number 5 on the different lists I had ;)

“I know the neighborhood by heart, which also means I know exactly which houses give out the King Size bars.”

If someone had told him that he would be brought back to life only to be de-aged a week later at one point in his life, Merlin wouldn’t have believed them. And yet, it’s exactly what had happened.

Luckily, he won’t have to live with the indignity of going through puberty again since Ginger will be finishing on the ‘re-aging’ serum quite soon, but still. Being a kid sucks even if Ginger hasn’t really treated him as one and he thanks all the deities above that it has been decided he would be staying with her until he was back to normal again.

Though he might change his mind if she continues to insist in dressing him up for Halloween.

“I really don’t want to Ginger. Trick-or-treating wasn’t really a thing when I was young.”

“Which is exactly why you must not waste your chance now!” He tries his best to glare but most of the effect must be lost now that he’s physically ten years old. In fact, she only grins harder. “Come on Merlin! You can go as a mad scientist, which isn’t even really a costume for you. And I know the neighborhood by heart, which also means I know exactly which houses give out the King Size bars.”

“I thought there were special size candies especially to give at Halloween?”

“Yep usually. But this is a rich neighborhood. And I bet with your accent you can con some housewives into giving you more ‘cause it’s your first proper American Halloween.”

He knows she’s won when he can feel the smile spreading on his lips without his wanting to.

“Alright,” he sighs with a falsely long-suffering sigh that would make even Harry Hart proud, “let’s go con people out of their chocolate.”

Ginger woops with joy and Merlin will deny with his dying breath that he fist bumped her when she presented him her fist.

“I feel stuck. And everyone is moving without me.”

She’s not surprise when she finds him in her room. “Hey Hamish,” she greets him softly before starting to change out of her suit.

“Elizabeth.” He doesn’t look away nor does he raise up from his seat on her bed to help her. Not that she expected him to. He never does. “I’ve missed you.”

“Me too Hamish. I always do.” Once she’s in baggy pants and an even baggier shirt, she finally sits down next to him, her hand nearly touching his. She wants to, but she knows it won’t be the comfort she wants it to be. “You seem sad.” It’s nothing new, but for the short time they’ve known each other, they’ve always been honest with each other. She won’t change that anytime soon.

“I feel stuck. And everyone is moving without me.”

It’s even harder now not to keep from touching him, but her hand passing right through his translucent arm won’t solve anything. “You could move on anytime you want to.”

“I could.” He concedes, a sure proof he hasn’t lost it yet, that he still accepts the truth of what he’s become. It’s both a relief and heartbreaking. “But I’m used to keeping watch. Who knows what you lot would get up to without me.”

She knows what he means. It’s been hard giving up on being Ginger and becoming Whiskey for that exact reason. But for her, moving on doesn’t mean losing all her friends. Though the argument could be made that if Merlin were to move on, he would probably meet up with all the ones that he’s lost. Except, who knows really what comes after this half-life?

So instead of empty comfort and even emptier words, she lets him stay the nights with her whenever she’s home, reminds him why he’s waiting. And while she doesn’t wish bad luck on any of them, for his sake, she hopes Merlin’s wait won’t be so long that he’ll one day lose himself.

Then she would be forced to move him herself and she has little doubt that whatever waits entities at that point isn’t anything good.

being followed by a stranger at night

He can hear the footsteps behind him, but every time he turns there’s no one else on the path. Or maybe there is. That shadow just there, didn’t it just move? Or is that just the wind in the tree branches?

That’s why he hates being outside of the city. Even the darkest corner of London isn’t that dark. And he knows that anything that’s following him there is only a man.

Out here, it’s easy to let his imagination run wild. It’s probably just an animal that thinks he’s carrying food or something.

It’s certainly not the creatures of his childhood his Nan has warned him about.

The shadow is certainly not coming any closer either.

And if he’s walking just a tiny bit faster, it’s only to keep himself warm.

This time, he’s sure he heard something behind him that cannot be the wind nor an animal, something like breathing and he turns around, but of course there’s nothing to be seen under the lights of the moon and stars.

He nearly has a heart attack when he turns back to face forward and nearly walk right into someone’s back. And he totally screams like a little girl in fright. In any other circumstances, he’d be mad that the woman is openly laughing at him, but the sound is calming him after only having his thoughts for company.

“I’m so sorry ma’am. I thought I was alone.”

“No worries, these roads are seldom walked on. Travellers usually avoids them, especially at night.”

It’s sounds like a mere statement, but there’s a question implied. Merlin doesn’t have to answer, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to. “I’m kind of in a hurry.”

“Oh? Shame that, I’d have love to have someone to walk with for a bit.” She pouts and he’s struck by how beautiful she is. So much so that it’s hard to believe she’s real.

“Well… Not that much of in a hurry.” She’s even more beautiful when she smiles and Merlin thinks that maybe, he’s a tiny bit in love already. “My name’s Hamish.” He doesn’t remember the last time he offered up his real name, but he really doesn’t want any dishonesty between them.

“Hamish… What a lovely name. You might call me Ginger.”

She smiles again before taking his hand to start to lead the way and by the time he realises they’re no longer on the beaten path, he doesn’t care anymore.

[anarchycox]

Fake fic title? Let Me Go (and i will follow). The game didn't say it had to make sense 😎

Merlahad.

After Harry dies in Kentucky and they save the day, Merlin retires. He just can’t be on the job without Harry. It is unfathomable to not guide the man he loved through work - not that Harry knew.

So he retires and disappears (as much as a kingsman can) and settles into civilian life. The second movie happens (percival at eggsy’s side in the merlin place) and when Eggsy brings Harry back home he makes it his mission to get Merlin to return to the Kingsman. That means going to scotland where merlin is a goddamn bartender of all things and convincing him to return. Because Harry can’t live without Merlin in his ear - not that he had ever told the man that.

[tastymoves]

Dirty Jenga ask? #23, Merlin/Eggsy? Thanks!

"Eggsy, would you do me a favor?"

Eggsy looks up from where he's busy watching the toast toasting. "What is it?"

"Come here, please." Merlin points at the floor next to chair, making it an obvious gesture.

Thankfully the toast takes this second to eject the two slices and Eggsy carries them over to the table. "Want me to butter them for you?" He wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"Tempting but I can do that myself. Get on your knees, please." Merlin turns in his seat and points with two fingers down between his knees.

"Is that one of these 'protein for breakfast' bits?" Eggsy grins sheepishly as he assumes the position.

"Not quite. I was thinking more in terms of potassium." Merlin reaches for one of the bananas from the fruit bowl and holds it out to Eggsy, arm resting on his thigh. "Peel it."

won’t you open your eyes?

[insanereddragon]

For the end of year ask? Any of the following: 4, 8, 15, 16, 23!

4. total number of words you wrote this year

So I had to manually calculate it because I have a bunch of stuff not on AO3 yet, and some fic that is collaborative, so I can’t take credit for the full word count. But it’s looking like, by the end of the year, I should have written just shy of 70k words.

That’s a little less than double the amount I wrote last year. Interestingly, this year I wrote less than half the number of fic I did last year. So I’ve gone from short and frequent to longer and more sporadic. Very interesting.

8. shortest completed fic you wrote this year

Don't Know Why at 382 words. I feel like there may have been a prompt fill on tumblr that was shorter, but if so, it never made it to AO3 so I don’t know which one.

15. something you learned this year

I’ve done so much research for of flowers and fireflies, and that means I’ve learned a lot about familiars and magic. I have an entire document full of notes about the magical associations and properties of certain animals. It’s some really cool stuff, that probably won’t ever see the light of day beyond Elle and I’s shared folder. XD

16. fic(s) you completed this year

of flowers and fireflies

Accidental Confession

This Feeling Won't Last

Don't Know Why 

Discovery

Wrapped Up In You

Sharp Edge of Trust

On the Floor

Strength of Assurance

Communication Without Words

Unfulfilled Desires 

A Gentleman's Stroke

Cigars are for Eternity

of tinsel and mistletoe

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

I mean, there are a lot of ideas that I have floating around that I just never got to. But I think the one that I’m most disappointed about is my mer!Eggsy fic. A lot of the others I suspect I’ll find my way to next year (especially since a lot of them are collabs with Elle), but the mer!Eggsy one I fear is going to keep getting pushed aside in favor of other fics. We’ll see what happens when the new year rolls around.

End of Year Asks

[tattooedsiren]

my fav fic of yours? "here at the end of all things", the apocalypse surviving AU. It was quiet and smart and romantic and the first fic I purposefully read over and over again. I'm not in the Suits fandom much these days but I keep going back to this one. Its like comfort food.

I love that an apocalyptic fic is like comfort food hahaha. that fic was so different for me. I still think I could’ve done better in terms of the violence and trauma of that world, but on the whole I’m pretty proud of it. thanks so much for this. :)

[jimprideauxs]

ha, fine then I will send the message I wanted to days ago! The new icon? Its fabulous. LOOOOVE that little dose of dark shadowed Mark Strong on the dash.

ahhhhhhh thank you so much!!! honestly mark in ‘a view from the bridge’ is just 👌👌👌 and i think im sticking with this one for a long while since it matches my theme blog sort of

[anarchycox]

still looking for short prompts? Merwin, making breakfast (possibly arguing over what are the best kind of eggs?)

“No,” Merlin said. “I’m fine with toast.”

“Babe, it is no problem to throw a couple extra eggs in, it’s scrambled two makes no extra work,” Eggsy replied.

“I’m good.”

“You have an insane schedule today, you need the protein.”

“I’ll have bacon.” Merlin put some butter on the toast and sat down.

“Jesus, Merlin, it’s no trouble.”

“I hate eggs, Eggsy,” Merlin snapped.

Eggsy stared at the pan and then at Merlin. “Okay,” he said easily and began cracking a couple eggs for himself.

“You have to understand it is a texture thing,” Merlin kept going.

“Sure, I get that,” Eggsy agreed and added some milk and gave them a whisk.

“I am sure that you make wonderful eggs, I just had them ruined long ago.”

“Yeah, that can happen,” Eggsy agreed. He put it in the hot pan.

“I seriously just don’t like them, I’ve tried every variet. I can choke down some quiche at a party but breakfast eggs are nae for me,” Merlin just kept going.

Eggsy stirred the eggs. “Don’t let your toast go cold.” A couple minutes later he was sitting across from Merlin with the eggs.

“I just didn’t want you thinking doesn’t like eggs, maybe he doesn’t like Eggsy,” Merlin said worried.

Eggsy paused a fork almost to his mouth. “Why in the fuck would I ever think that?”

“You thought me not liking Sam Smith was the end of our relationship and that my soul had no meaning to it.”

“Merlin, was I drunk?”

Merlin thought about it. “Aye, maybe a little tipsy.”

“Yeah, everyone says shit when drunk. I promise you babe, I don’t really care that you don’t like eggs.”

Merlin felt his shoulders relax. “Okay, thank you darling.”

“I mean I hate shrimp that isn’t exactly going to break us up, right?” Eggsy finally ate some of his eggs.

“But shrimp are the best!” Merlin said startled. “How can you not like shrimp?”

Eggsy rolled his eyes and focused on his eggs.