katekintail (katekintail) wrote in hp_may_madness, @ 2012-05-28 22:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | #madness2012, author: katekintail |
FIC: The Battle Outside Hogwarts (Oliver/Percy)
Title: The Battle Outside Hogwarts
Author: KateKintail
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Percy/Oliver
Disclaimer: Not my boys! I don’t make any money from this either.
Summary: Sometimes, things get rocky for Percy and Oliver
Word Count: 1,272
Prompt: Empty
Percy stares at the bottle of milk in the fridge. He takes it out to inspect it more closely, but it’s hard to miss the fact that it is empty. Emptied and then put right back into the fridge. Who does that? If Percy has three guesses, he only needs one.
When Oliver comes home, the empty bottle is sitting on the kitchen table in plain view, impossible to miss. And Percy stands there, hands on hips. “You’re lucky I don’t draft a Ministry regulation for this.”
“It’s just some milk, Perce.” Oliver kicks off his shoes, drops his dripping jacket on the floor, and Percy bristles. He storms over, scooping both up. He puts the shoes on the mat by the door and hangs the jacket on the hook next to the door so it will dry. “D’ye wanna head into the bedroom? I’ll suck ye dry after I remove that stick up yer arse.”
Percy scowls at him. “You’d be pissed off too if you wanted to have a bowl of cereal and there were no milk.”
Oliver shrugs. “Nah, I’d probably just make myself some eggs instead. Want some eggs?” Oliver heads to the fridge to pull the carton of eggs out. He’d just as soon keep them outside the fridge but Percy always insists they keep better inside. Same went with bread and peanut butter and fruit.
“No, I don’t want eggs!” He grabs the carton and thrusts it back inside. “I want cereal. And I want you to go buy milk when you finish it up. Or at least put it on the list so I know what I pick up from the store on my way home from work.”
Oliver stares at him for a few seconds, seeing the fire in his eyes. Then he goes for his shoes and damp coat. He leaves without another word, closing the door behind himself instead of slamming it because he doesn’t want to look like some petty kid; Percy’s got that covered for the both of them.
He intends to go to the store and get his boyfriend the milk. Hell, he had intended to pick some up after practice but it had slipped him mind in all his excitement. And all he’d wanted to do was to go straight home and tell Percy the good news: that he was going to get to start in goal in the next match. He’d waited a year for this shot, and now it was finally his. Given how damn ambitious Percy could be, Oliver had thought Percy would understand and be happy for him.
Instead of the grocery, Oliver heads straight for the pub on the corner. He needs a damn drink and if Percy cares at all, he would think to look for Oliver here.