Ship: Clarisse x Percy x Chris
Prompt: It's our first Christmas together.

Warning: A couple swear words.

It was Christmas Eve.

It was Christmas Eve and Percy was stuck inside, pouting.

This was his first Christmas together with his lovers and yet neither of them were paying him any attention.

He had two partners and yet he was receiving no attention.

It was simply scandalous.

He was this close to breaking out the baby seal eyes.

Accompanied by a pout.

That would show them.

He wanted attention, and he wanted it now.

Only months prior, Percy and his partners had moved into a small cottage out in the woods.

Frustrated, Percy stomped his way out of the cottage, making sure the door slammed on his way out.

From within her office, Clarisse raised an eyebrow at the loud bang the door made, before going back to the stack of papers in front of her. She subconsciously pulled the dagger on the desk next to her a little closer.

Chris groaned before rolling over, taking up more space in the empty bed he lay in.

Percy trudged through the snow angrily, leaving a trail of footsteps.

Stupidly, he'd walked out of the house in just the Christmas sweater he'd been wearing inside.

Sure, Chris' sweater was warm enough inside, where there was a fire, but out here it definitely wasn't. Percy was cold.

His arms came up to wrap around himself, the cold snow already seeping into his socks.

Ew. Percy hated wet socks. They were... icky.

Wet socks are icky socks.

Clarisse, unaware that one of her boyfriends were currently outside in the snow - freezing - finished up the last of her paperwork before going to join Chris in bed.

Unlike Percy, Clarisse wasn't a touchstarved child. Instead of slipping under the covers and cuddling up to her boyfriend, she rather unceremoniously flopped down onto the bed, now lying atop the covers.

Chris barely moved, other than the hand he reached out to hold Clarisse's with.

Percy's teeth had started chattering at this point.

His feet felt like they were going numb.

Percy cursed the tears that slipped down his cheeks, making them feel like ice.

He hadn't thought his face could actually get any colder.

Chris grumbled something unintelligible, burying his head further into his pillow, unaware.

Percy blew out into the cold air, not surprised when he could see his breath.

As much as he wanted to worry his lovers, by just staying outside and waiting for them to eventually find out, Percy was just too cold.

He was walking slower, near hysterics now.

It was when a sob finally tore its way out of Percy's throat that he gave up, turning and running blindly in the direction he came, hopefully towards the cottage.

The door to the cottage - Percy had, luckily, been running in the right direction - slammed open, hitting the wall and waking Clarisse.

Chris woke about ten seconds later, the lazy bastard.

As soon as she was up, Clarisse was out of bed with a dagger in hand. She headed out into the entryway, collecting a spear on her way.

What she saw made her stop immediately, throwing her weapons onto the ground and running towards Percy.

A tired Chris yelped, jumping away to narrowly avoid a dagger to the foot. He stared up at Clarisse in shocked horror until he caught sight of Percy, shaking and shivering.

Chris was fully awake now.

Mostly because of seeing his boyfriend look so ill, but also partly because of the cold draft coming in through the - sadly - open front door.

Chris rushed to the door, shutting it quickly before turning and running out of the room.

He returned a couple minutes later with a blue, large fluffy towel.

It was obvious to anyone who knew them that it was Clarisse's, her favourite by far.

Not. It was actually one of her least favourites of all towels she'd ever seen, second only to the pink and blue one Percy loved so much.

Gods was it awful to look at.

Chris walked over to his lovers, draping the towel over Percy's shoulders and hugging him from behind, hoping to keep him warm.

Chris hid his face in Percy's neck as Clarisse continued to talk, lecturing Percy about what he did wrong.

And she tried to say she didn't care.

Chris shivered as Percy's ear skimmed across his cheek. It was so cold.

Frowning, Chris moved back slightly in order to pull up the towel, wrapping it around him so that it covered most of his head too.

Percy felt conflicted. On the one hand, he was finally receiving all of the attention he'd spent his morning craving. On the other hand, he was upset that it took him risking getting hypothermia - and almost dying! - for him to recieve that attention.

By the time Clarisse finished, Percy's gaze was fixed permanent on the floor, his eyes watery.

"I'm sorry," he choked, "I just wanted you to care."

Chris' eyebrows furrowed as he pulled Percy closer, rubbing up and down his arm to warm him up quicker.

"Of course we care. You didn't need to go out into the cold dressed like this for us to care."

Percy went to protest, only to jolt his head back as a dagger came into view.

"Shut it Pr- Percy. We care."

As sad as it sounded, Percy didn't believe her, simply because she hadn't called him Prissy.

Percy found himself rolling his eyes, severely unconvinced.

A tight grip on his chin surprised him, moving his face so he was actually looking at Clarisse.

"Prissy, roll your eyes at me again and I'll-"

"Do nothing." Chris interrupted. "Absolutely, nothing."

Clarisse pulled a look, as if saying 'what the fuck', 'erm, no', and 'puh-lease' all at once.

"What? Of course n-"

"-November is the eleventh month."

Clarisse stared at Chris blankly, unimpressed.

Finally, she sighed.

"Fuck this."

With that she left the room, heading into the bathroom to check on the bath she assumed Chris had started.

After she left, the two boys continued to stand there, Chris' arms still wrapped around Percy from behind.

Chris spent a couple minutes worrying at his bottom lip before he spoke.

"You went out there because you wanted attention? Perce, I'm so sorry. If I hadn't been asleep-"

"It doesn't matter. I turned out okay, didn't I? I always do. 'Sides, I'm getting attention now."

Chris laughed.

"Seriously though."

Percy looked down, feeling kinda glad Chris couldn't see his face.

"It's just, it's Christmas Eve and usually I'd be baking with my mom, making silly Christmas crafts. Just, I don't know."

Chris frowned, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Chris placed a kiss to the side of Percy's head before he turned Percy, guiding him towards the bathroom.

In there, they found Clarisse, just staring blankly at a random tile on the wall.

Silently, Percy waddled - he couldn't walk properly due to his feet still feeling painfully numb, so he had to waddle - over to her, opening the towel so he could wrap his arm around her too, in so also wrapping the towel around her.

'Reluctantly' Clarisse wrapped her arms around Percy too.

As they hugged, Chris turned off the water, declaring the bath as done.

Percy nodded, stepping back from Clarisse after placing a peck on her lips.

Clarisse left, heading out into the living room to wait for Chris.

Percy and Chris faced each other, Chris' hands on Percy waist. They shared a short, gentle kiss before Chris too left the room, leaving Percy to have his bath in peace.

After his bath - which was so nice and warm! - Percy got out, heading over to the pile of clothes Clarisse had left on the counter for him.

Percy almost squealed - almost, he didn't actually - when he saw the giant fluffy Christmas jumper laying under his sweatpants.

He just about moaned when he put it on, feeling absolutely amazing now.

After placing his dirty clothes into the hamper, Percy headed out into the living in search of his partners.

What he found made him stop, his eyes wide. His jaw dropped.

In front of him stood Chris and Clarisse, both wearing matching jumpers to Percy. They were just that right shade of obnoxious that made you love them so much.

Except Clarisse of course. Not the mighty Clarisse.

Percy had to hold back a laugh when he saw Clarisse's face.

Clarisse rolled her eyes before proceeding to sit on one end of the couch, Chris quickly following to sit on the other side.

Chris looked over towards Percy, patting the space between them in invitation.

Percy practically ran, actually he did run, flopping down between his lovers happily.

Chris smiled, slowly dragging the thick throw blanket over the three of them, pointing towards the coffee table where two hot chocolates (with marshmallows) and a coffee sat.

Percy looked down at the throw now covering their shoulders guiltily, before looking back up at Chris, pleading.

At Chris' nod, Percy practically jumped forward, carefully picking up the large mug with two hands.

Silently, in a much calmer manner, Clarisse reached for her coffee.

Percy pulled a look, the 'what, why, how' face he always pulled when someone either dissed, didn't like, or hadn't ever tried blue food.

Clarisse just rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her coffee.

Once they were all settled, Chris pressed play on the remote, starting the very first Christmas film of many.

And that's how they spent the rest of the day, cuddled up together on the couch and making their way through the, in Clarisse's words, 'frankly awful films that should burn in a hole and die. Tomorrow.' Percy had never argued back so hard in his life.

Though they knew Percy was happy, and currently content, both Clarisse and Chris knew a simple day of Christmas films wouldn't make up for allowing their boyfriend to wander around in the snow for well over an hour.

Tomorrow, everything was going to be about Percy, and they all knew it. Percy had to try to not show how happy that secretly made him.

Tomorrow, Chris and Clarisse would try their best to make up for letting Percy feel the way they made him feel.