Making Friends
Author: railise
Title: Making Friends
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Gwaine/OC/OC
Character/s: Gwaine, Elyan, Percival, Leon, Mordred
Summary: The other knights are unimpressed by Gwaine's secret.
Warnings: Cheekiness
Word Count: 246
Prompt: Born this way
Author's Note:
The other knights just stared as two lovely young women giggled, bidding Gwaine farewell with kisses on his cheeks and lingering touches before finally- reluctantly- leaving him at the doorway of the inn.
"We got to town late last night," Elyan stated, though there was a question in his words.
"We went straight to the rooms the innkeeper told us to," Percival added.
"I thought you said you were asleep on your feet when we got here," said Leon.
"That's all true," Gwaine replied cheerfully. "But I got thirsty."
Mordred raised an eyebrow. "So, you went for a quick drink and wound up with not one bed companion, but two?"
Gwaine grinned. "What can I say?"
They stared at him for another beat, until finally Leon asked, "What's your secret? Do you write pick up lines ahead of time? Practice winks and flirty looks in the mirror?"
"Use special hair tonic so it flips just right?" Percival put in.
"No, none of that." With a shrug, Gwaine started walking toward the stables. Over his shoulder, he called, "I guess I was just born this way."
"I might shave his head when he falls asleep tonight," Elyan muttered.
"I'll sharpen your blade this afternoon," Mordred offered.
"We have an evil sorceress to defeat," Leon reminded them.
"I've gotten really quick at head shaving over the years," Percival noted.
From the entryway to the stables up the road, Gwaine called, "What are you waiting for?"
"Nighttime," grumbled Mordred.
Title: Making Friends
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Gwaine/OC/OC
Character/s: Gwaine, Elyan, Percival, Leon, Mordred
Summary: The other knights are unimpressed by Gwaine's secret.
Warnings: Cheekiness
Word Count: 246
Prompt: Born this way
Author's Note:
The other knights just stared as two lovely young women giggled, bidding Gwaine farewell with kisses on his cheeks and lingering touches before finally- reluctantly- leaving him at the doorway of the inn.
"We got to town late last night," Elyan stated, though there was a question in his words.
"We went straight to the rooms the innkeeper told us to," Percival added.
"I thought you said you were asleep on your feet when we got here," said Leon.
"That's all true," Gwaine replied cheerfully. "But I got thirsty."
Mordred raised an eyebrow. "So, you went for a quick drink and wound up with not one bed companion, but two?"
Gwaine grinned. "What can I say?"
They stared at him for another beat, until finally Leon asked, "What's your secret? Do you write pick up lines ahead of time? Practice winks and flirty looks in the mirror?"
"Use special hair tonic so it flips just right?" Percival put in.
"No, none of that." With a shrug, Gwaine started walking toward the stables. Over his shoulder, he called, "I guess I was just born this way."
"I might shave his head when he falls asleep tonight," Elyan muttered.
"I'll sharpen your blade this afternoon," Mordred offered.
"We have an evil sorceress to defeat," Leon reminded them.
"I've gotten really quick at head shaving over the years," Percival noted.
From the entryway to the stables up the road, Gwaine called, "What are you waiting for?"
"Nighttime," grumbled Mordred.