Beach Day (modern au)

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The waves crashed around the bodies , almost drowning out the screams.
Gwaine had jumped onto Percival's back, he was clinging on tight as Percy swung around ; a good but failed attempt to rid of his newly found backpack.

"Percy stop it you're going to get my hair wet." Gwaine whined loudly.
With this Percival had an idea , he just let his legs go and they both flopped into the water ; Gwaine did so unwillingly, he hadn't had time to process what was happening.

"PERCIVAL ! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME ? i thought you loved me."
This only caused Percy to laugh even more , a grumpy Gwaine was a funny one.
"Baby i do love you but i'm not sorry. If it makes you feel any better, you look really pretty."
Gwaine looked up , the sea water still dripping from his hair and onto his face, "I do?" he asked in disbelief.
"You do." Percival replied with a warm smile.

Gwaine crouched down and pushed a load of water upon Percival. He only returned the favour, but his hands so big and Gwaine so small that it completely drenched him . It turned into a slightly biased water fight, not that they cared- they were too busy giggling and having fun to notice.
                        *・゜゚・*
Gwen and Lance, who were walking down the shore line, stopped and looked at their friends playfully fighting in the water. Seeing a giant ,who could crush you so easily, behaving like a small child is a delightful sight.

They were walking hand in hand , Lancelot in pale green trunks , Guinevere a bikini to match. In his free hand , Lancelot held a bucket ; in this bucket were sea shells that Gwen deemed pretty and therefore wanted to make into a shell necklace.

"Lancelot look at this one!" Gwen said excitedly whilst pointing down to a rather large shell. She bent down to pick it up , but as she did a pair of legs emerged from it . This caused Lance to drop her hand and sprint away from the dangerous creature whilst screaming like a girl.

Gwen looked at the sight fondly , before calling out in a loving but mocking tone, "Oh my hero! My knight in shining armour , how so very brave Sir Lancelot!"
She gently placed the hermit crab back to where it belongs and tried to convince her lover to come back to her , saying that the 'ferocious beast' had been dealt with.
                           *・゜゚・*
A little away from the sea sat Mordred and Morgana, chatting away happily.
In-between them stood a sandcastle, it wasn't small nor were it grand. It was a medium hight, a moat surrounding it.

They were beginning to decorate it with seashells and seaweed.
"This looks fit for a King, Mordred we have done a good job."
Mordred smiled up at Morgana, pulling out his phone as he did so.
"That we did 'Gana, that we did. Photo?"

Morgana nodded violently before leaning in and smiling , their masterpiece standing grand in the background. Mordred stood up and moved around so he could be placed next to Morgana. Yet again he pulled out the camera , she kissed his cheek and he screwed his eyes shut - scrunching his nose.

They continued to pull silly faces and take photos, whilst chatting about everything and nothing.
                           *・゜゚・*
A little away from the group , but still near enough that they could both hear and see everyone, were Leon and Elyan. In their hands rested a badminton bat , a shuttlecock flying through the air.

They didn't have a net so they just simply improvised - it were still just as fun , if not more, not having certain rules always makes a game 10 times more fun to play.

Elyan hit the shuttlecock with force , meaning Leon had to dive back in time to be able to successfully hit it. He missed. He just dived into the sand below him ; the shuttlecock flying past and landing a little behind him.

Leon was rolling around the floor groaning and Elyan was bent over clutching at his sides - he were in pain from laughing so hard.

"Leon mate , that's bloody brilliant. Why did you dive like that , you looked like a lost squirrel."  He wheezed out whilst wiping at his eyes to rid of the tears that were beginning to emerge.

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