Gift fic the second!
What are you talking about? Of course the day after Christmas is the appropriate time to start posting these!
This one is for ihamlet, who I always suspect is much smarter than I am. Enjoy!
Title: I’ll Be Home For Christm Midwinter
Summary: Horatio convinces Hamlet to go home for term break.
Fandom: Hamlet, natch.
Characters/Pairings: Hamlet/Horatio, mentioned Hamlet/Ophelia
Rating/Warnings: PG. Mild language, implied poly, and me taking massive liberties (read: just making shit up) with how Wittenberg works.
Disclaimer: Public domain, bitches! \m/
Horatio never bothered knocking on Hamlet’s door anymore. He pushed open the plain door- Hamlet had insisted on staying in the students’ boarding chambers, even though the university had tried to give him fancier quarters on account of his being a prince- and went in.
“Thank the heavenly power of your choice for term break,” he pronounced. “The philosophy examination nearly killed me. …Why aren’t you packing?”
And indeed, instead of packing, Hamlet was stretched out on his narrow bed, hands behind his head, feet propped on his empty trunk. He turned his head lazily to fix Horatio with a sorrowful look. “I’m staying here over term break,” he said.
Horatio frowned. He went over and shoved Hamlet’s legs to the side, wedging himself into the empty space on the bed. “What do you mean, you’re staying here? You can’t stay here. What about the Christm- the midwinter feast at Elsinore?”
“Are you kidding?” said Hamlet, exhaling an annoyed sigh. “That’s why I’m staying here. It’s a pagan orgy and a disgrace to the royal house. I’ve finally got an excuse to get out of it.”
“You’re a hopeless prude,” Horatio said, startling a laugh out of Hamlet. He shifted around on the bed until he could rest his head on his fellow student’s chest. “Come on, the road’s going to be intolerable without you. And you’ll disappoint your father if you don’t go.”
“Yes, well,” said Hamlet, but he didn’t look as convinced. Horatio fluttered his eyelashes up at him, in what he knew was a ridiculous manner.
“And you’ll get to see Ophelia,” he teased, drawing the name out.
Hamlet sighed again and looked at the ceiling. It was a few moments before he spoke.
“Horatio. You don’t mind- about that, do you?”
“I don’t mind.” Horatio wrapped an arm around Hamlet’s waist. He had to not mind. Hamlet was a prince, he had duties, and anyway this was the subject they didn’t discuss. “I know you like her,” he said quietly.
“And you,” said Hamlet. “Always you.”
Horatio closed his eyes, breathing out against Hamlet’s neck.
“All right, you win,” Hamlet said finally, after another minute’s silence. “I’ll go to Godforsaken bloody Elsinore.” He wiggled, trying to untangle himself, but his heart wasn’t in it. “Get off of me so I can pack.”
This one is for ihamlet, who I always suspect is much smarter than I am. Enjoy!
Title: I’ll Be Home For Christm Midwinter
Summary: Horatio convinces Hamlet to go home for term break.
Fandom: Hamlet, natch.
Characters/Pairings: Hamlet/Horatio, mentioned Hamlet/Ophelia
Rating/Warnings: PG. Mild language, implied poly, and me taking massive liberties (read: just making shit up) with how Wittenberg works.
Disclaimer: Public domain, bitches! \m/
Horatio never bothered knocking on Hamlet’s door anymore. He pushed open the plain door- Hamlet had insisted on staying in the students’ boarding chambers, even though the university had tried to give him fancier quarters on account of his being a prince- and went in.
“Thank the heavenly power of your choice for term break,” he pronounced. “The philosophy examination nearly killed me. …Why aren’t you packing?”
And indeed, instead of packing, Hamlet was stretched out on his narrow bed, hands behind his head, feet propped on his empty trunk. He turned his head lazily to fix Horatio with a sorrowful look. “I’m staying here over term break,” he said.
Horatio frowned. He went over and shoved Hamlet’s legs to the side, wedging himself into the empty space on the bed. “What do you mean, you’re staying here? You can’t stay here. What about the Christm- the midwinter feast at Elsinore?”
“Are you kidding?” said Hamlet, exhaling an annoyed sigh. “That’s why I’m staying here. It’s a pagan orgy and a disgrace to the royal house. I’ve finally got an excuse to get out of it.”
“You’re a hopeless prude,” Horatio said, startling a laugh out of Hamlet. He shifted around on the bed until he could rest his head on his fellow student’s chest. “Come on, the road’s going to be intolerable without you. And you’ll disappoint your father if you don’t go.”
“Yes, well,” said Hamlet, but he didn’t look as convinced. Horatio fluttered his eyelashes up at him, in what he knew was a ridiculous manner.
“And you’ll get to see Ophelia,” he teased, drawing the name out.
Hamlet sighed again and looked at the ceiling. It was a few moments before he spoke.
“Horatio. You don’t mind- about that, do you?”
“I don’t mind.” Horatio wrapped an arm around Hamlet’s waist. He had to not mind. Hamlet was a prince, he had duties, and anyway this was the subject they didn’t discuss. “I know you like her,” he said quietly.
“And you,” said Hamlet. “Always you.”
Horatio closed his eyes, breathing out against Hamlet’s neck.
“All right, you win,” Hamlet said finally, after another minute’s silence. “I’ll go to Godforsaken bloody Elsinore.” He wiggled, trying to untangle himself, but his heart wasn’t in it. “Get off of me so I can pack.”