Ship: Octavian x Percy
Prompt: It's only the 1st of December but you think that's code for Christmas day.

Warning: Swearing.

Octavian awoke to the sound of some crappy Christmas song that seemed to be trying to turn him deaf.

He got out of bed, grumbling curse words as he went.

He had to squint at the clock on his bedside table, just catching the big red numbers.

The big red numbers that read '03:26'.

"The fuck."

Octavian didn't think he had ever moved so fast in his life, especially not at fucking three in the morning.

He honestly didn't know how he did it.

He guessed it might have been the surge of anger pumping through his veins at being woken up at three in the morning.

He entered the living room of his apartment, only to immediately turn back and head into the kitchen.

He did not want to look at that big ass tree for even a second longer.

Octavian felt his nostrils flare at the sight of his irritating, annoying, childish boy- sorry, at the sight of his boyfriend. Who he loved very much.

For some reason.

Percy hadn't noticed him yet, too busy humming away as he bent down to take a tray out of the oven.

Octavian blinked, confused.

"Why the fuck are you cooking right now. At three in the fucking morning."

Percy turned to look at his boyfriend, surprised when he saw how mad he looked. He was obviously fuming, looking seconds away from having steam come out of his ears.

Percy smiled, his usual half-smile that was really just a tilt of his lips.

"I'm practicing!" He announced.

"For what?"

Percy snorted, an obvious look on his face, as if Octavian should already know.

"Christmas, of course."

Octavian's eyebrows furrowed, a scared look on his face.

"It's not Christmas already is it."

His words may have sounded like a question, but they really weren't. They were more of a hopeful prayer.

Percy looked shocked, if not slightly disgusted. With a pout, he turned back to the tray he'd just taken out of the oven, muttering away.

"Not Christmas already, he says. Christmas is stupid, he says. Fuck off, Percy says."

Octavian rolled his eyes, already feeling done with Percy's shit.

"Right, where's that fucking- fucking puppy calendar?"

Percy didn't answer, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like "ooh, look at me. I'm an evil bastard who doesn't like puppies. Worship me, fool."

Octavian just rolled his eyes. Again.

Gods, it wasn't even four yet and he'd already rolled his eyes twice.

After like ten minutes of rummaging around their apartment, through boxes of Christmas decorations and all, Octavian finally found that 'blasted puppy calendar'.

It was already open, set on the page that said 'DECEMBER' in big, bold letters.

"He, it's- I fucking knew it."

With that, Octavian stormed back into the kitchen, flapping the calendar around like a madman.

"It's the bloody first. I'm not dealing with any of this Christmas shit before i really need to." He paused, before continuing much quieter. "Granted, in a perfect world, that would be never. Alas, this is not a perfect world. Percy Jackson is my boyfriend and there is a Christmas tree in my living room."

Percy scoffed.

"'Alas, this is not a perfect world. Percy Jackson is my boyfriend and there is a Christmas tree in my living room.'  No shit, of course there is a Christmas tree in your living room. I fucking put it there."

And then Percy went back to kneading the dough he'd been so focused on before Octavian interrupted him, completely ignoring Octavian.

"Oh no, this conversion does not end there."

Percy rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath again.

"'This conversation does not end there.' Who the fuck talks like that? Fucking old man. Comes running in here, - since when can he run? - only to ruin my mood like he's the fucking Grinch or something."

"If you would please stop muttering obscenities about me whilst I am right here, that would be greatly appreciated."

"Obscenities? The fuck."

A little quieter, he murmured something Octavian couldn't hear. "Somebody doesn't know what that word means."

Percy went at kneading the dough a little harder, definitely not imagining it as Octavian's face.

Octavian raised an eyebrow from where he'd taken a seat at the kitchen table.

"Is there a reason you're punching the poor, innocent dough?"

Percy scoffed, landing an extra hard punch to the middle of the dough.

"Nope."

Octavian hummed, looking doubtful.

"Stupid, stupid dough. You hate Christmas, do you? Well. I. Hate. Your. Face."

Each word was emphasised with a punch to the dough, freaking Octavian out as he jumped at every thump Percy's fist made.

"Since when did dough hate Christmas. When did it have a face?"

Percy shrugged, humming out an angered I don't know like a pouting child.

Octavian sighed, a long, loud sigh that really conveyed his suffering.

"Oh yeah, just sigh at me why don't you. Little bitch."

Octavian rolled his eyes, grabbing Percy's wrist quickly before he could land another punch to the currently flat dough.

"Stop."

Percy rolled his eyes, however, he did stop.

Octavian couldn't help but smirk.

He lightly pulled Percy's arm down to rest by his side before wrapping his arms around his waist, entwining their hands.

He rested his head on Percy's shoulder, Percy's back to his chest.

"You were imagining it as my face again, weren't you?"

Silence.

"...No? I mean, of course not. I would never. How dare you think so low of me."

Octavian rolled his eyes at Percy. Again. Fucking- gods Percy.

"I know you were. You wouldn't need to if you didn't start 'practicing' so early."

Slowly, Percy turned in Octavian's arms, bringing his arms up to wrap around his boyfriend's neck.

Percy spoke quietly, his head hidden in Octavian's neck.

"I wanted to make it perfect... for you. I know you don't like Christmas, but I know you've never celebrated it. I wanted, I wanted to make this the perfect Christmas for you."

Octavian somehow caught the shy words mumbled into his neck, shivers ghosting over his skin.

Octavian sighed.

"As annoying, irritating, obscene-" at the teary-eyed look he received from Percy, he moved on. "I mean, as frustrated as being woken up to all of this at three in the morning is, it's a, what do you call it?... sweet gesture, that's it."

Percy smiled small, unaware of the light pink colour tinting his cheeks.

It was only then that the Christmas song currently playing actually reached their ears, something about a Christmas tree.

Octavian looked down to his hands on Percy's waist, rubbing his thumb gently over Percy's ribs.

"That reminds me, we are not keeping that- that monstrosity, in our living room."

"'That reminds me, we are not keeping that- that monstrosity, in our living room.'" Percy mimicked.

Octavian exhaled deeply, feeling slightly aggravated.

But then Percy's lips were on his, forcing his thoughts to focus in on Percy.

It was only when they broke apart that Octavian saw the pleased smirk on Percy's face.

He placed a peck on Percy's lips before disentangling himself from the embrace, heading out of the kitchen instantly.

"Wait, where are you going?!"

Octavian scoffed, prompting a slightly pouty look from Percy that he couldn't see.

"It's only the 1st of December. I'm not having that, thing in my living room for almost a month. You can put it back up on the 24th."

Percy's eyes widened in horror before he raced after his boyfriend, scared Octavian would just throw the tree to the ground.

Due to Percy having ran past Octavian, by the time he got into the living room, Percy was already stood in front of his tree, his arms spread wide. He was guarding the fucking Christmas tree.

Oh gods.

"Please, I spent like two hours on it. I worked very hard on trying to get it to a standard you might like. Look, I'll put it up later next year if you really hate it so much. Just, please let it stay up for now."

And Octavian found himself faced with a begging Percy, his bottom lip pushed out and his eyes shining.

Octavian looked from Percy, with his pushed out bottom lip, over to the ugly green tree behind him. He had to hold back the urge to let his lip curl in disgust.

"Fine."

Percy cheered, racing at Octavian and wrapping his arms around him tightly.

Octavian placed his hand against Percy's lower back, immediately silencing his mantra of 'thank you, thank you, thank you'.

"You better not start this 1st of December shit again next year."

Just as Percy went to reply, the smell of burning food reached them, making Percy's face go pale.

"Shit!"