ASS_LDWS - Toast
Sadly, the first round of ass_ldws is over. I'll definitely miss it, but I'm very, very pleased (and not just a little surprised...) to say that I came second to the lovely byaghro (who definitely deserved to win, I love her writing!)
[On a completely unrelated note, coding still eludes me completely, and I've no idea how to make someone's username show up all... bold and impressive. Hmmm]
So, happy times :D
I'm going to attempt to post some of the drabbles here, just to keep track of them... starting with 'Toast', the week 9 drabble. Which will be under the cut, as soon as I work out how to make the cut show up *pokes screen*
(^ Yay, pretty banner! :D ^)
Title: Toast
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius
Author: mayberry_rose
Summary: Just one of many mornings
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Men kissing, language, one stroppy teenager, domestic life :)
Toast
“No, you can’t wear that, young lady,” Scorpius says, and Lisa turns pleadingly to Albus.
“Your Dad’s right,” he says, poking the toaster with his wand, “That skirt does seem a bit short.”
“Fine,” Lisa snaps, rolling her eyes, “Whatever.” Their oldest adoptive daughter turns on her heel and flounces back upstairs, and Albus pulls a face.
Scorpius laughs at how young his partner looks. They’ve both aged, and there are laughter-lines around Al’s eyes and the first shades of grey in his hair - but his expression is still young and his Auror robes still look decidedly flattering, hugging the curve of his arse.
Scorpius continues kneading dough, secretly enjoying cooking bread the Muggle way, appreciating his morning off. As Al bends over to get the orange juice out of the fridge, Scorpius lets his thoughts drift enough to entertain the notion of patting Al on the bum. He decides that his partner probably wouldn’t appreciate a floury hand-print on his work robes, and nudges him with his hip instead.
“Hmm?” Al asks, surfacing. “You’ve got a meeting in fifteen minutes,” Scorpius says wryly, and - “Shit!” Al gasps, checking his watch. “Briefcase and breakfast,” Scorpius points out, handing them to Al, “And pick up some milk on your way home,” Albus nods and kisses him on the cheek, avoiding a smudge of flour.
“Love you,” Al calls, smiling over his shoulder as he heads towards the fireplace - and Scorpius’ chest tightens with a rush of affection for his partner, this beautiful man he’s built his life with.
“Albus!” he says, and Al turns around, one foot already in the fireplace. Scorpius walks around the kitchen counter and kisses him, deep and slow.
He tastes of toast, and orange juice, and home.
“Love you too,” he says, and Albus smiles.
[On a completely unrelated note, coding still eludes me completely, and I've no idea how to make someone's username show up all... bold and impressive. Hmmm]
So, happy times :D
I'm going to attempt to post some of the drabbles here, just to keep track of them... starting with 'Toast', the week 9 drabble. Which will be under the cut, as soon as I work out how to make the cut show up *pokes screen*
(^ Yay, pretty banner! :D ^)
Title: Toast
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius
Author: mayberry_rose
Summary: Just one of many mornings
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Men kissing, language, one stroppy teenager, domestic life :)
Toast
“No, you can’t wear that, young lady,” Scorpius says, and Lisa turns pleadingly to Albus.
“Your Dad’s right,” he says, poking the toaster with his wand, “That skirt does seem a bit short.”
“Fine,” Lisa snaps, rolling her eyes, “Whatever.” Their oldest adoptive daughter turns on her heel and flounces back upstairs, and Albus pulls a face.
Scorpius laughs at how young his partner looks. They’ve both aged, and there are laughter-lines around Al’s eyes and the first shades of grey in his hair - but his expression is still young and his Auror robes still look decidedly flattering, hugging the curve of his arse.
Scorpius continues kneading dough, secretly enjoying cooking bread the Muggle way, appreciating his morning off. As Al bends over to get the orange juice out of the fridge, Scorpius lets his thoughts drift enough to entertain the notion of patting Al on the bum. He decides that his partner probably wouldn’t appreciate a floury hand-print on his work robes, and nudges him with his hip instead.
“Hmm?” Al asks, surfacing. “You’ve got a meeting in fifteen minutes,” Scorpius says wryly, and - “Shit!” Al gasps, checking his watch. “Briefcase and breakfast,” Scorpius points out, handing them to Al, “And pick up some milk on your way home,” Albus nods and kisses him on the cheek, avoiding a smudge of flour.
“Love you,” Al calls, smiling over his shoulder as he heads towards the fireplace - and Scorpius’ chest tightens with a rush of affection for his partner, this beautiful man he’s built his life with.
“Albus!” he says, and Al turns around, one foot already in the fireplace. Scorpius walks around the kitchen counter and kisses him, deep and slow.
He tastes of toast, and orange juice, and home.
“Love you too,” he says, and Albus smiles.