archaeologist_dTitle: Truth or Dare, part 2
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Gwaine/Percival, Merlin/Arthur, Lance/Gwen, Elyan/OC
Character/s: Gwaine, Percival, Elyan
Summary: Gwaine is a terrific match-maker. Just look at Arthur and Merlin. Now he wanted all of his other friends to find love, too. Starting with Percival.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 925
Camelot_drabble Prompt: pt 419:bingo-round 2- Gwaine
Author's Notes: none
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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Gwaine was feeling pretty damn smug. The game of ‘truth or dare’ was fun, but he did have an ulterior motive, that of getting the Princess and Merlin together.
It had been pathetic really the way Arthur had been pining after Merlin. Plus his best mate was equally oblivious to the whole situation. It was only because Gwaine pushed and pushed that they finally gave in. At least now they were currently shagging each other’s brains out. The loopy look on Merlin’s face when they finally came out of Arthur’s chambers was worth all the plotting.
Gwaine wouldn’t have minded being included in that fuck fest, but he doubted that Arthur would approve.
No matter, though.
Gwaine had a new mission.
To be truthful, Arthur and Merlin hadn’t been his first match-making attempt. Lancelot and Gwen had been dancing around each other for ages, and it was only recently that Gwaine goaded Lance hard enough to get past that honorable, self-sacrificing shite of his that those two were now talking about marriage and children.
Not that Gwaine wanted that, but it was obvious he had a talent.
Match-maker extraordinaire.
Now all he had to figure out was who to pair up next. Elyan and Rosalind, owner of the Rising Sun, were a possibility and Leon with Princess Mithian, although she didn’t visit very often. It’s always possible that he could talk Arthur into sending Leon on a mission. And old stick-in-the-mud would go, just because he was first knight and thought he had to keep up appearances.
Percival was harder. Gwaine thought he was pretty delectable, and he’d love to climb that tree trunk and never come down again. But Percy didn’t seem to be interested – in anyone.
So thinking on it, Percival it was.
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Getting Percy to loosen up was harder than Gwaine thought. He was so big that even Gwaine was having a hard time keeping up with the drink. But finally, hanging in the back of the Rising Sun, just the two of them, Gwaine watched as Elyan chatted up Rosy. Finally, he said, “Ellie there looks like he’s got a friend. And I heard Leon’s got his eye on someone. So how about you?”
Percy just grunted, then took another drink. Giving Gwaine the side-eye, Percival said, “I’m not Leon’s type.”
“Arse, I was talking about the princess from Nemeth for Leon.” Gwaine leaned forward, his arms getting a little wet from the drink he’d spilt earlier. A waste of good ale but not to be helped. “Not Leon’s type? Or not Leon.”
Another grunt, and Percival’s eyes were narrowing. “Leon’s a nice bloke but not for me.”
Percival was a quiet man, but this was ridiculous. “So you like girls, then?”
“Hmm, I like people.”
Gwaine waited for more but finally, he said, “Any particular people?”
“Don’t even start, Gwaine.” Percy scowled at him.
Gwaine nudged him under the table, his boot hitting Percy’s shin. “Come on, Perce, you can tell me.”
It took a long time but finally Percy said, “So you can crow about it? I’m not a flirt, I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy. When I fall, I fall hard.”
At last Gwaine was getting somewhere. “So you are interested in someone.”
Percival took a long gulp of his ale, then said, “Merlin seems happy. He deserves it with all the crap Arthur gives him.”
Gwaine wasn’t about to be diverted. “So is this person someone who flirts a lot?”
Scowling at him, Percival said, “With anything who moves. I’m not even worth pursuing apparently… look Gwaine, just leave it. It’s fine as it is.”
It was clear that Percival was upset with all the questions. But that didn’t mean Gwaine was backing off. Still Percy was his friend. “Well, whoever it is, is an idiot. You only deserve the best.” He finished up his flagon and signaled Rosalind for more. “If you want, I can go beat some sense into him.”
As Percival turned away, he seemed to be whispering, “Look in the mirror, you wanker.”
But Gwaine couldn’t make sense of it. “What? What did you say?”
Slamming down his flagon, Percival stood up. “I’ve an early morning. See you at training.” And he stomped away.
Gwaine just sat there. He wasn’t sure what had just happened.
Two drinks later, he still wasn’t sure. But Elyan came over and sat down, shaking his head. “What’s up with Percival?”
“Have no idea. He just didn’t like what I was asking, I guess.” He took a long moment to think about everything Percy had said, but he still didn’t have a clue. “Hey, Ellie, do you know who Percy has fallen for?”
Elyan, the pillock, just laughed. “You don’t know?”
“I’d not be asking if I did.” At this point, Gwaine was rethinking about helping Elyan get laid.
Elyan was still giggling. “And you say Arthur is oblivious.” He reached over and patted Gwaine’s head, then stood up. “Figure it out, Gwaine. And while you are at it, stop trying to match up me and Rosalind. We are fine just as we are, you arse.”
Gwaine put on his innocent face. “Who me?”
Elyan just walked away, shaking his head. “Idiot.”
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It took a night and a day, Percival staring at him, then turning away, before Gwaine finally got his head out of his arse and figured it out. Percival liked him and Gwaine was more than fine with the idea.
The problem is that Gwaine didn’t know what to do next.
Bugger.