Mutifandom Pretend Dating/Relationship fest!
So last year (ha!) hermette was talking on twitter about a pretend dating fest, which I hijacked like an appropriate metaphor. Now the holidays are over I thought this would be a good time to host it! Without further ado:
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But even her ignorance couldn’t interfere with his good mood. He smiled and walked away from her, midsentence.
His farewells to the rest of the guests, especially Eleanor, who Percy would forevermore secretly refer to as Mummy, went more smoothly. She was gracious and invited him back any time, and he accepted the offer, though with the way Gwaine was pacing around, itching to leave, he doubted they’d return any time soon.
For their part, Merlin and Arthur seemed to have reconciled. They were talking quietly together in the far corner of the room, and Percy was surprised to see Arthur kiss Merlin on the cheek. Even from twenty yards away he could see the huge smile that bloomed on Merlin’s face as he regarded Arthur, soppy-eyed.
“Ah, true love,” Gwaine said, poking him in the side. “Stop staring.”
“You’re staring.”
“I’ve had to put up with them for years; I’ve earned the right.”
“You knew?”
Gwaine rolled his eyes. “Of course. I was the only one, though if you ask me they never hid it very well. I suppose it’ll be all out in the open now. Aunt Amelia will probably have a stroke, but she’s lived long enough, the daft old cow.”
“Good for them.”
A few people seemed to have taken notice of the couple for the first time; conversation rose, became excited.
“I was wondering when Arthur would finally make an honest man out of poor Merlin,” came a feminine voice from behind.
Percy and Gwaine both whirled around. “Mummy!” Gwaine exclaimed. Eleanor was standing with a satisfied smirk on her face. She patted her perfectly coiffed hair.
“Don’t look so surprised, boys,” she said. “It doesn’t suit you. And Percival, I’m glad to see you finally knocked some sense into my son.” With that statement, she turned and walked away.
“So it looks like you didn’t put one over on dear old Mummy after all,” Percival teased, hugging Gwaine from behind.
“I can’t believe it.” Gwaine’s voice was coloured with disbelief. For once, someone had shocked him.
“All of this was for nothing, then. She knew you were lying the whole time.”
Gwaine turned around in Percy’s arms and cocked his head, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You and I both know it wasn’t for nothing.”
“I guess we do,” Percy agreed, leaning down for a kiss.
“Now let’s get out of here,” Gwaine said. He grabbed Percy’s hand and started towards the door.
Percy laughed at the urgency. “What’s the rush?” A few people standing by parted to let them though, offering hasty goodbyes.
“The sooner we get home, the sooner I get you naked.”
“I like how your mind works,” Percy said, following him out the door. He liked the sound of home.
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I ADORE this image. "Percival teased, hugging Gwaine from behind." I can just picture taller Percival with his chin resting on Gwaine's shoulder.
I said I needed this fic like I need air, and I did. I did. Thank you for helping me breathe again. <3
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::puffy hearts::
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