Viciously Adorable
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lokifanTitle: Viciously Adorable
Word count: ~200
Characters/pairings: Oliver/Percy
Rating: Universal
Summary: You’d think Oliver would have the advantage in a snowball fight. You’d think wrong.
Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF
Author’s Notes: This is my third Twelve Days of Christmasdrabble ficlet, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
themightyflynn, who requested ‘Oliver/Percy, snowball.’
When Percy had suggested a snowball fight, Oliver’d been delighted. It wasn’t often he ended up in Hogsmeade with its proper load of Scottish snow any more, and Percy wasn’t usually a fan of physical confrontations.
Oliver should’ve been suspicious.
Percy was kind. But he was conscientious and ambitious and had a poorly-hidden viciously competitive streak. And those traits sometimes, er, snowballed. And now Oliver was reduced to hiding behind a tree while Percy pummelled him with snowballs thanks to a newly invented charm.
“I give! I give! I surrender!” he yelled.
“I’m just getting warmed up!”
Oliver ducked as snow hit him from all sides. “Cheater!” he yelled, half-choking on snow. “You’re just like George sometimes!”
The snow abruptly stopped. Oliver looked up blearily, the world blurred by the melting snow on his eyelashes, to find Percy coming through the churned-up snow, glaring. His chest was puffed up in indignation and his horn-rimmed glasses were steaming up. Oliver kind of couldn’t bear it.
“How dare you,” Percy said.
“I’m sorry,” Oliver said. “You’re much more adorable than he is.”
Percy’s face had softened until he heard the word adorable. “I’ll show you adorable,” he said, voice artificially low, and then actually growled.
Yes you will, Oliver thought, chest about to burst from cuteness. But he had the sense not to say it, and enjoy being pressed against the tree for kisses instead.
Word count: ~200
Characters/pairings: Oliver/Percy
Rating: Universal
Summary: You’d think Oliver would have the advantage in a snowball fight. You’d think wrong.
Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF
Author’s Notes: This is my third Twelve Days of Christmas
themightyflynn, who requested ‘Oliver/Percy, snowball.’When Percy had suggested a snowball fight, Oliver’d been delighted. It wasn’t often he ended up in Hogsmeade with its proper load of Scottish snow any more, and Percy wasn’t usually a fan of physical confrontations.
Oliver should’ve been suspicious.
Percy was kind. But he was conscientious and ambitious and had a poorly-hidden viciously competitive streak. And those traits sometimes, er, snowballed. And now Oliver was reduced to hiding behind a tree while Percy pummelled him with snowballs thanks to a newly invented charm.
“I give! I give! I surrender!” he yelled.
“I’m just getting warmed up!”
Oliver ducked as snow hit him from all sides. “Cheater!” he yelled, half-choking on snow. “You’re just like George sometimes!”
The snow abruptly stopped. Oliver looked up blearily, the world blurred by the melting snow on his eyelashes, to find Percy coming through the churned-up snow, glaring. His chest was puffed up in indignation and his horn-rimmed glasses were steaming up. Oliver kind of couldn’t bear it.
“How dare you,” Percy said.
“I’m sorry,” Oliver said. “You’re much more adorable than he is.”
Percy’s face had softened until he heard the word adorable. “I’ll show you adorable,” he said, voice artificially low, and then actually growled.
Yes you will, Oliver thought, chest about to burst from cuteness. But he had the sense not to say it, and enjoy being pressed against the tree for kisses instead.