Ficlet: Singing Sunflowers
Title: Singing Sunflowers
Summary: Scorpius needs a vacation.
Word Count: 784
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor, Fluff
Prompts: Person: Gilderoy Lockhart; Place: tropics; Object one: sunflowers; Object two: solar panels; Food: bananas; Emotion: waking/awake; Song: KC and the Sunshine Band; Quote: Founder of Buddah; Freeform: in broad daylight
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: This...probably sucks balls. Can somebody who loves fluff get tired of writing it?
Singing Sunflowers
"That's the way-uh-huh, uh-huh-I like it! Uh-huh, uh-huh."
Scorpius stared at the sunflowers in front of him, wondering why in the hell they were singing.
"That's the way-uh-huh, uh-huh-I like it! Uh-huh, uh-huh."
More importantly, why they were singing in Albus's voice? Sweet Merlin, he needed a vacation.
"When you take me by the hand,
tell me I'm your lovin' man
When you give me all your love and do it
Babe, the very best you can."
Fuck, Scorpius thought as he slowly woke from a not-so-deep sleep. Albus really was singing-horribly out of tune, but no, that was definitely not sunflowers.
"When I get to be in your arms,
when we're all, all alone
When you whisper sweet in my ear,
when you turn, turn me on."
Oh, hell. Was that-?
"Shut up!" Scorpius yelled, shoving his pillow over his head.
Fortunately, the singing stopped; the music, however, didn't, and that was what worried Scorpius. Albus was going to take the piss out of him, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Well, maybe he could distract him with sex; that usually worked with Albus.
And then a weight settled heavily on top of him and the pillow was snatched away, forcing him to look up into Albus's grinning face.
"Three things cannot be long hidden," Albus said mischievously. "The sun, the moon, and the truth."
"Meaning?" Scorpius asked warily, sure he knew what was coming.
"When, my wonderful, sexy boyfriend, were you going to tell me about this?" Albus asked, and held up a very old vinyl record cover.
Scorpius groaned and made to cover his face with his hands, but Albus quickly dropped the cover and gripped his wrists.
"I don't think so," Albus said cheerfully. "How is it that we've been together for three years, living together for one, and I never knew that you had a thing for Muggle music? Old Muggle music, to be exact."
"Classic Muggle music," Scorpius sniffed, determinedly ignoring the blush spreading along his cheeks.
"Oh, excuse me," Albus said mock-seriously. "Classic." His expression turned extremely wicked, and Scorpius's stomach plummeted. "Guess what else I found?"
"I think I'd rather not know," Scorpius said weakly.
Albus ignored him, releasing his wrists and pulling out his wand. "Accio book!"
Scorpius groaned again as a familiar book came flying across the room, Albus catching it effortlessly and holding it up for him to see.
"Seriously?" Albus asked in amusement. "Gilderoy Lockhart?"
"I hate you," Scorpius said, glaring. "Why were you going through my things anyway?"
"I was busy packing," Albus said, not at all bothered by the question.
Scorpius blinked, his stomach clenching. "Packing?"
"Yup," Albus said. "I think it's about time, don't you?"
Scorpius was no longer embarrassed about Albus finding his secret stuff; now, he was panicking. "Time? Time for what? Why are you packing?"
"For our vacation, of course," Albus said, eyes wide and innocent.
Scorpius stared at him for a minute, and then reached up and pushed against his boyfriend's chest with all his strength.
Albus tumbled off of him, laughing unrestrainedly as he landed on the bed beside Scorpius. "You should have seen your face!"
"You are such an arse!" Scorpius cried, and then paused. "Vacation?"
"Yes, vacation," Albus said, turning and grabbing something from his bedside table. "We're going to the tropics."
Scorpius took the colorful brochures that Albus handed him. "The tropics? Really?"
Albus nodded. "Really. And it's a vacation, so there shall be no work, Mr. Works-too-much-for-his-own-good! We shall eat bananas and drink weird cocktails out of coconuts and have sex on the beach in broad daylight."
"We shall?" Scorpius asked in amusement.
"Yes, we shall," Albus stated firmly. "We're even going to stay in some Muggle hotel with solar panels-whatever those are. And you are not allowed to bring any work with you." He hesitated and then added quietly, "I miss you."
Scorpius winced guiltily; he had been working a lot lately. He tossed the brochures down and moved so that he was straddling Albus, gazing down into the face he loved so much.
"We shall go to the tropics, and we shall eat bananas and drink weird cocktails out of coconuts and have sex on the beach in the middle of the night-and I shall bring no work with me, because I work too much and I love you more."
Albus grinned, his eyes lighting up with happiness. "You mean it?"
"I mean it," Scorpius said, and then leaned down and gave his boyfriend a searing kiss full of promise. He eventually pulled away, breathless. "As long as there are no singing sunflowers, that is."
Summary: Scorpius needs a vacation.
Word Count: 784
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor, Fluff
Prompts: Person: Gilderoy Lockhart; Place: tropics; Object one: sunflowers; Object two: solar panels; Food: bananas; Emotion: waking/awake; Song: KC and the Sunshine Band; Quote: Founder of Buddah; Freeform: in broad daylight
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: This...probably sucks balls. Can somebody who loves fluff get tired of writing it?
Singing Sunflowers
"That's the way-uh-huh, uh-huh-I like it! Uh-huh, uh-huh."
Scorpius stared at the sunflowers in front of him, wondering why in the hell they were singing.
"That's the way-uh-huh, uh-huh-I like it! Uh-huh, uh-huh."
More importantly, why they were singing in Albus's voice? Sweet Merlin, he needed a vacation.
"When you take me by the hand,
tell me I'm your lovin' man
When you give me all your love and do it
Babe, the very best you can."
Fuck, Scorpius thought as he slowly woke from a not-so-deep sleep. Albus really was singing-horribly out of tune, but no, that was definitely not sunflowers.
"When I get to be in your arms,
when we're all, all alone
When you whisper sweet in my ear,
when you turn, turn me on."
Oh, hell. Was that-?
"Shut up!" Scorpius yelled, shoving his pillow over his head.
Fortunately, the singing stopped; the music, however, didn't, and that was what worried Scorpius. Albus was going to take the piss out of him, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. Well, maybe he could distract him with sex; that usually worked with Albus.
And then a weight settled heavily on top of him and the pillow was snatched away, forcing him to look up into Albus's grinning face.
"Three things cannot be long hidden," Albus said mischievously. "The sun, the moon, and the truth."
"Meaning?" Scorpius asked warily, sure he knew what was coming.
"When, my wonderful, sexy boyfriend, were you going to tell me about this?" Albus asked, and held up a very old vinyl record cover.
Scorpius groaned and made to cover his face with his hands, but Albus quickly dropped the cover and gripped his wrists.
"I don't think so," Albus said cheerfully. "How is it that we've been together for three years, living together for one, and I never knew that you had a thing for Muggle music? Old Muggle music, to be exact."
"Classic Muggle music," Scorpius sniffed, determinedly ignoring the blush spreading along his cheeks.
"Oh, excuse me," Albus said mock-seriously. "Classic." His expression turned extremely wicked, and Scorpius's stomach plummeted. "Guess what else I found?"
"I think I'd rather not know," Scorpius said weakly.
Albus ignored him, releasing his wrists and pulling out his wand. "Accio book!"
Scorpius groaned again as a familiar book came flying across the room, Albus catching it effortlessly and holding it up for him to see.
"Seriously?" Albus asked in amusement. "Gilderoy Lockhart?"
"I hate you," Scorpius said, glaring. "Why were you going through my things anyway?"
"I was busy packing," Albus said, not at all bothered by the question.
Scorpius blinked, his stomach clenching. "Packing?"
"Yup," Albus said. "I think it's about time, don't you?"
Scorpius was no longer embarrassed about Albus finding his secret stuff; now, he was panicking. "Time? Time for what? Why are you packing?"
"For our vacation, of course," Albus said, eyes wide and innocent.
Scorpius stared at him for a minute, and then reached up and pushed against his boyfriend's chest with all his strength.
Albus tumbled off of him, laughing unrestrainedly as he landed on the bed beside Scorpius. "You should have seen your face!"
"You are such an arse!" Scorpius cried, and then paused. "Vacation?"
"Yes, vacation," Albus said, turning and grabbing something from his bedside table. "We're going to the tropics."
Scorpius took the colorful brochures that Albus handed him. "The tropics? Really?"
Albus nodded. "Really. And it's a vacation, so there shall be no work, Mr. Works-too-much-for-his-own-good! We shall eat bananas and drink weird cocktails out of coconuts and have sex on the beach in broad daylight."
"We shall?" Scorpius asked in amusement.
"Yes, we shall," Albus stated firmly. "We're even going to stay in some Muggle hotel with solar panels-whatever those are. And you are not allowed to bring any work with you." He hesitated and then added quietly, "I miss you."
Scorpius winced guiltily; he had been working a lot lately. He tossed the brochures down and moved so that he was straddling Albus, gazing down into the face he loved so much.
"We shall go to the tropics, and we shall eat bananas and drink weird cocktails out of coconuts and have sex on the beach in the middle of the night-and I shall bring no work with me, because I work too much and I love you more."
Albus grinned, his eyes lighting up with happiness. "You mean it?"
"I mean it," Scorpius said, and then leaned down and gave his boyfriend a searing kiss full of promise. He eventually pulled away, breathless. "As long as there are no singing sunflowers, that is."