Ashley LP (alilypea) wrote in camelot_drabble,
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Fic: Happy Christmas, Oblivion. For KnownMeFirst

Title: Happy Christmas, Oblivion
Recipient:bererjs
Author: alilypea
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Percival/Gwaine
Summary: Percival is sick of Gwaine going after other people, and Gwaine is sick of having to. With a little interfering, and a lot of alcohol Christmas might turn out after all.
Warnings: Fluff is high, drinking is mentioned.
Word Count: 713
Author's Notes: Happy Christmas, to you. I'm sorry it's so short, I was keeping with the drabble length.
Disclaimer:Merlin is owned by the BBC and Shine. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made. Don't send us to the dungeons.



“This is going to be so much fun!" Gwaine crowed as they walked along the street toward Morgana’s home, ready to party the Christmas Eve night away. “Maybe there will be someone there, someone that will be interested in a little one night present,” he wiggled his eyebrows and laughed as he nudged Percival.

“Don’t you think maybe it might be nice to spend some time to be with your friends and family?” Percival pointed out, trying not to sound as testy as he felt. He was getting pretty sick of watching his flatmate go after person after person each night they went out.

Gwaine paused, almost like he was going to snap back, as he watched Percival in a considering manner then nodded. “You’re right, I wouldn’t want to deprive you all of my company for the evening,” he grinned, clapping Percival on the shoulder before he jogged ahead.

“Oi, slow down,” Percival called, but smiled as he chased after him, racing him to Morgana’s.

———

“I’m just saying, Morgana and I have been talking,” Gwen commented, shaking her head. “You need to tell him.”

Percival sighed and took a drink of his ale, shaking his head back at her he managed a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” Morgana remarked wryly, as though disappointed in him. “It’s not that he doesn’t want to settle down, it’s just that he doesn’t know that he has you to settle down with, you need to let him know that you’re an option.”

“And how do I do that?” Percival snorted. “Walk up to him and snog him?”

“Worked for me,” Morgana joked.

“Sure, that would work,” Percival sighed.

———

“What a good night that was, wasn’t that a good night?” Gwaine grinned as they stepped out of the house, leaning against the railing as Percival got his coat done up.

Percival nodded and chuckled, amused by his merriment. “It was a very good night,” he made sure the door was properly closed.

“You didn’t drink much but you’ve still gone all pink,” Gwaine commented, running the tips of his fingers along Percival’s cheek.

Percival’s shiver had little to do with the cold and he found himself shaking his head and laughing as he walked down the steps past his flatmate. “Let’s get home.”

“Home, but why would you want to go home? The night has just begun!” Gwaine told him, following along behind him, albeit at a slower pace. “What were you talking to Gwen about by the way? Didn’t get what you wanted for Christmas?”

Percival nibbled on his bottom lip and shook his head. “I guess I didn’t.”

Gwaine looked concerned, “You didn’t? But I thought…you gave me your list,” he grabbed Percival’s arm. “Are you okay?”

Percival laughed, “Of course. I’m okay.”

Gwaine sighed. “I don’t like it when you lie to me, why are you lying to me? I thought we were past that, what do you want, Perce, what do you want?”

“You,” Percival answered, the alcohol he’d imbibed in loosening his tongue.

“What? Very funny, mate, nice of you to have a laugh at my expense, did Arthur put you up to this? That bloody bastard, he knows how I feel about you.”

“Wait…what?” Percival asked him, stopping him from moving, a firm hand on his wrist.

“He knows I want you, that I…”

“Do you love me?” Percival questioned him next.

“Love you? Do I?” Gwaine swallowed, looking up into his eyes. “I do, yes.”

“Fuck," Percival laughed, keeping him from moving away he tugged him into the kiss, not caring that it was cold, or that there was snow falling down around them. Gwaine’s lips were soft, and tasted of wine, fruity and smooth.

Gwaine jerked, as though surprised before returning the kiss, wrist flexing in Percival’s grip.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this, kissing under the moonlight, after some cheesy declaration, how ridiculous,” Gwaine commented.

“You’ve always been ridiculous, why should you stop now?” Percival asked him, thumb ghosting along his pulse point he grinned when Gwaine shivered. “So should we rent out your bedroom or mine?”

“That’s rather presumptuous,” Gwaine pretended to be offended, but leaned up to kiss him again.

Percival grinned against his lips.

Happy Christmas, indeed.
Tags: !holiday exchange fest 2015, *c:alilypea, p:gwaine/percival, rating:pg-13, type:drabble
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