Draco rolled his eyes while he brushed his hair out of his face with the back of his hand.
“I’m going to ignore that unhelpful comment.” He narrowed his eyes and examined his work. It really was far from perfect. Why wouldn’t the stupid icing cooperate?
“It looks nice.”
Draco put his hands on his hips, momentarily forgetting they were covered in flour, and scowled.
“Nice,” he repeated. “Thanks, Potter. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear after spending five hours on this thing.”
Potter sighed and put a hand on Draco’s shoulder.
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It looks lovely. Well, maybe a bit scary, but… it’s a cute dragon.”
Draco felt his cheeks heat up and he slapped Potter’s hand away.
“It’s not a dragon, you imbecile!”
“Oh. Um… it’s a nice… hippogriff?”
“Why would I want it to look like something that nearly killed me?”
This time, it was Potter who rolled his eyes.
“It didn’t. Not even nearly. You really need to get over it.”
Draco snorted and picked up the piping bag. Writing something on the cake with this was so much harder than he had anticipated. And Potter watching him wasn’t exactly helping.
Maybe he shouldn’t have used so many colours to ice the cake. The writing was barely legible. This was such a mess. But he didn’t have time to start over. Frustrated, he threw the piping bag on the table.
“Why am I so bad at this?”
Draco hated being bad at something. Anything.
He felt two arms encircle his hips and Potter’s body pressing against his from behind. He rested his chin on Draco’s shoulder and kissed his cheek.
“Why didn’t you use magic?” he asked timidly.
“You don’t need magic to do this,” Draco said quietly. “I wanted to do something like that for him, too.”
Potter said nothing to that but squeezed Draco’s hips more tightly.
“When did you become so sentimental?”
“Shut up, Potter,” Draco said and shoved him with his elbow. He glanced at the cake and sighed. “It’s a unicorn,” he said. “Well, it’s supposed to be a unicorn.” He reached inside his pocket and pointed his wand at the cake. Before he could say the incantation, Potter grabbed his hand and lowered it.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m fixing it,” Draco said, turning around to him.
“But you wanted to do this without magic,” Potter pointed out.
“Well, I think it’s safe to say that was a complete failure.”
Potter shook his head and cupped Draco’s cheek.
“Draco, it’s his first birthday. He won’t care what it looks like. He’ll probably destroy the cake within seconds as soon as you let him near it.”
“Oh, so you’re saying I did all of this for nothing?” Draco huffed. Potter smiled.
“On the contrary. I’m just saying it doesn’t have to be perfect. It will be perfect for him no matter what.”
Draco snorted, his cheeks getting warm again, but this time, it wasn’t from anger.
“Merlin, you are such a sop!”
Potter grinned at him and kissed the tip of his nose.
“And you like that about me.”
Draco couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, I guess I’m a lost cause.” He paused and looked at the cake again.
“Do you really think he’ll like it?”
“Teddy will love it. And we’ll take lots of pictures, so he’ll always remember his perfect first birthday.”
Draco snorted again.
“Soppy,” he muttered under his breath.
“Good soppy?” Potter asked, winking at him.
Draco chuckled and leaned in to give Potter a swift kiss.
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Thank you @joeynihil for letting me use the Cody gif :D
Summery: Brett goes out of his way to make you blush or shy but he goes too far.
Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut
“Brett’s coming?” You asked when your friend finished
listing off the people she’d invited.
“It’s a party to celebrate the team winning all their games
so far… why wouldn’t I invite Brett?” She asked, glancing at you in the mirror
as she put her makeup on, frowning when she looked over the jeans and t-shirt
you were wearing.
“Well… because he’s kind of a jerk.” You mumbled, playing
with your fingers as you scuffed your feet on the foot of her bed.
You look at yourself in the mirror, felling happy
about your appearance. You are wearing one of your favorites dresses, it is
navy blue with a modest cleavage in the front and another masive one in the
You look cute for your friend’s birthday, your make up
it’s done in a very simple away, just some mascara and lip gloss. You turn
around and see Bucky who is lying on your bed almost sleeping. You sit by his
side and he hides his face on your lap. You start playing with his hair, making
him moan at your gentle actions.
“Are you sure you want
to come along? You can
stay here and sleep a little. I won’t hold against you if you don’t come with
me.” You know that he is tired, Bucky came back home around 4 a.m. from a two
weeks mission and he only slept a few hours.
“MERLIN!” Everyone looked up as Arthur entered, a furious expression on his face as Aithusa chirped and clung to his shoulder.
“Erm, yes?” The young Dragonlord answered, looking distinctly nervous. “What’s wrong?”
“Your dragon,” Arthur spat out. “Seems to keep insisting on calling me ‘prat’!”
“Prat-prat!” Aithusa agreed, flapping her wings.
“Well,” Merlin said slowly with a grin. “Maybe that’s because you are one?”
Arthur growled, and started marching around the table to get to his manservant, who hurriedly backed away in the opposite direction while the rest of their friends and the council watched with amusement.
“This is all your fault, I know it is!”
“Oh come off it, Arthur, she’s got little pet-names for everyone!”
“‘Prat’ is not a name, it’s an insult!”
Jumping off of Arthur’s shoulder, Aithusa flapped her way over to the nearest calm person. “Gise?”
“Yes, little one?” Gaius asked.
“Prat-prat mad’a Mermer?”
“I’m afraid so, but he’ll get over it in due time.”
The dragonling hunched in on herself, tail wrapping around her feet. “M’fult.”
“No, not your fault Aithusa. It’s just that the king’s been under a great deal of pressure lately, and Merlin goes out of his way to make him upset. Stress relief, I believe he calls it. Do you understand?” Gaius smiled as the baby bobbed her head up and down. Meanwhile, Arthur had sped up to the point he was practically running after Merlin, who continued to circle the table and let out one mild insult after another.
Abruptly, Aithusa leapt up and flew back to Arthur. “King Prat!” She happily announced. The blonde man nearly stopped out of shock, whereas Merlin did come to a halt in order to double over laughing.
“Well, at least she got one thing right,” the king grumbled. Stalking up to his servant, he swatted the younger man on the back of his head, and then called the council meeting to order.
“I know you can do it, little one.”
“That’s right, now come on, just add that ‘ss’ sound to the end.”
“Better, Aithusa. Can you add the ‘vv’ sound next?”
“That’s good! You got the el in too!”
(Everyone was astounded the next day when the little dragon arrived at the training fields, saw her large friend, and shouted a perfectly pronounced “Percival!”)
“Come on now, you did it with Percival. Come on, say ‘Gwaine’.”
“Don’t be like that, I know you can say it properly! Gwaine. Gwaine. Gw-aine. Gwaine.”
The man sighed in defeat. “Close enough.”
“I do believe that’s a female name, little one.”
“Two syllables. I’m sure you can figure them out - you did with Percival.”
“Yes, that’s right. Two sounds. Lee, on.”
The Head Knight blinked. And then smiled. “Perfect, Aithusa.”
“…You do that on purpose, don’t you?”
“Do you actually know how to say Gwaine’s name, then?”
“Gwaine, Gwin, Gwinny.”
The smile turned into a smirk. “I don’t mind you still calling me ‘Leen’ if you keep calling him ‘Gwinny’.”
“Now, I know you know this is a sword.”
“Un-huh, and this is a warhammer.”
“Very good, and that’s a normal hammer.”
“Mm-hm, better. Here’s my forge-”
“That’s right, you said forge perfectly! Excellent!”
Quite a few people passing by the smithy paused in confusion when the dual, happy shouts of ‘Elyan’s forge! Elyan’s forge!’ rang out from the building for nearly a whole hour.
“Do you want me to tell you a story, Aithusa?” Merlin asked as he walked through the forest, herb pouch by his side and dragonling on his shoulder.
“Alright then, anything in particular you’d like to hear about?”
Aithusa settled into in a considerate pose, thinking over her options. “…Lins-lot?”
“Y- yes, I’ll tell you a story about Lancelot. How about the first time I met him? I was out picking mushrooms one night, when all of a sudden this huge gryphon came out of nowhere…”
“Arthur, are you still trying to get her to say your name?”
The king looked up guiltily. “No. Of course not.”
“Well,” Gwen smiled, bending over to scoop the baby dragon into her arms. “If you were, I’d say you should go the same route that Percival did. Aithusa, what’s my short-name?”
“Very good, aren’t you such a smart girl? Now, what gets added after that part?”
“Perfect! And one more sound at the end…”
“Eer! Gwen-iv-eer! Guinevere!”
“That’s right, you did it! Good job, Aithusa.”
“Alright, fine, I get it, take small steps,” Arthur grumbled from his seat. “But I swear to you, Merlin’s trained her to never say my name, no matter what!”
Both humans snapped their heads around to stare at Aithusa, who looked rather smug. A moment later, the king jumped up with a whoop. “HA! She said it! She did! She said Arthur before Gwaine! Ha-ha!”
Gwen shook her head as the ridiculous man dashed from the room eager to go rub this victory in his most irresponsible knight’s face. She then sent a suspicious glance down at Aithusa. “You’re never going to say it when anyone more than he or I are around, will you?”
The smug look increased. “King Prat.”
“Gaius,” Aithusa murmured as she curled up to go to sleep that night. “Percival. Gwaine. Leon. Elyan. Guinevere. Arthur. Merlin. Mine. My Per-per, my Gwin, my Leen, my Elee, my Gwenny, my Prat, my Mer-mer-merly. My Lord. My flock.”
Crashed last night but thank you OZCC for the good times! I had so much fun tabling with @astrothecary crying and screaming over many things in particular the AMAZING NIGHTWING AND ROBIN COSPLAYERS THAT DROPPED BY OUR TABLE ON SATURDAY. I’M DEAD!! WEEKEND MADE!
Funny story… Saturday morning I got lost getting to the venue but I spotted a Robin Damian cosplayer and thought logically we had to be going the same way. So I followed him but I was walking pretty closely behind because I caught a glimpse of my Damian and Nightwing charms on his backpack (im crying). Naturally I was tweeting this entire experience.
By the time I finished setting up I checked my phone and saw the Robin cosplayer had replied to my tweet saying it was him I was stalking and before I could scream I looked up and HE WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. He was totally sweet, I cried a little and he came back later with Nightwing.
The other funny part was my table partner was texting me images of a Nightwing cosplayer she was following to the venue as well. GUESS WHICH ONE SHE WAS FOLLOWING ^^^^^^^^^. So yeah had a great weekend!
Some exciting news! I’ve been accepted to have an artists’ table at next years Clexacon!
I’ve never sold art at a con before, so I’m both thrilled and super nervous. I’ll be selling prints and stickers (maybe some buttons too), but will be deciding what art/ships/fandoms exactly closer to the date.