“Well, aren’t you more than dapper?” Martin cocks his eyebrow at the overly dressed Arthur he found at his door, the brightly red bow tie going well with his suit.
“The name’s Shappey. Arthur Shappey.” He says with a terrible Sean Connery impression, trying to suavely cross his ankle over the other while at the same time leaning on the door frame, nearly falling over at his stunt.
“Such a debonair spy, my man is.” Martin smiles, just enjoying his partner’s antics.
“So!,” Arthur yawps, finally finding his footing, “Are you ready …” He trails off, scrutinizing Martin up and down, “Oh, you’re not ready at all.” He comments, Martin in nothing more than a t-shirt and his boxers.
“Ready for what?”
“Skipper! Don’t tell me you forgot!”
“Mum’s big to do with all those yacht club people?? She wanted us all there and make a good impression!”
Oh God. That was tonight?!
“Arthur, oh God, I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize that was tonight! I thought it was next weekend!”
“No, it’s fine!” Arthur cheers, starting to push Martin back in the house, “Just throw your suit on, and we’ll be on the way before you can say Snoopadoop is brilliant!”
“I-I don’t have anything to dress up in! I sent my only suit to the dry cleaners, it wasn’t going to be finished until later this week.” Martin flushes hotly, hunching his shoulders, trying and failing miserably to hide from his boyfriend.
“… What about your captain’s uniform?”
“Arthur, I-I can’t. It’d be ridiculous.”
“Why not? It’d be brilliant!”
“But, no. Arthur… Really?”
“Of course. I mean,” He suddenly goes quiet, the lightest flush coming to his own cheeks, “It’s, it’s brand new after your old one got trampled by those two elephants,” That was a horrid adventure, that’s for sure,
“Fits, fits very well. Tight in just the right places…” He trails off, a small smile going nicely with his rosie flush.
“I-I could, I suppose.”
“Oh yes. Yes you could,” Arthur agrees, nodding enthusiastically, “I may need to give you a bit of a snog and feel up though before you’re dressed up.” Arthur says without preamble, Martin feeling his face heat to the extreme, nodding slowly in agreement.
“Yes. Yes you, you could.”
Arthur cheers a little, ‘Hooray!’, they both grinning, quickly making their way to Martin’s room, being just a titch late for the party…
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Fandot Creativity - Prompt: Dress up and/or Names.
Well … I had to get my Skipthur in at some point. UwU ❤
It’s decided that the Eighth Years should do a Secret Santa gift exchange to continue the newfound effort towards House Unity that was started at the beginning of the new term.
So of course, because Harry can’t catch a break, he managed to draw Draco Malfoy as his person.
He’s stressed AF and wracking his brain to think of something that Malfoy would even want, something he won’t spit on.
Harry gets annoyed when Malfoy plays it off like it’s going to be super easy to get his person a gift, which makes Harry even more Determined™
Except, secretly Draco is also stressed AF because holy shit everything he thinks of is stupid, what can he possibly get the Boy Who Lived??? Fuck, fuck!
Draco trails through Hogsmeade looking at Quidditch supplies, expensive leather-bound journals, and fine bottles of goblin wine before deciding that all of those gifts wouldn’t matter to Potter — with the exception of Quidditch, obviously.
But he’s certain that gifting Potter something Quidditch-related won’t have enough of an impact.
He wanted to get a gift that meant something, something to thank Potter for saving his life.
Harry nearly gave up as the day to exchange their presents drew nearer, but then he found Malfoy’s wand in the bottom of his trunk.
He knew it was the perfect gift.
After a few false starts, Draco finally figured out something clever to gift to Potter, something that no other Secret Santa would have thought of.
He was proud of himself for figuring out the puzzle, and he’s actually eager to see Potter’s face when he opened Draco’s gift.
When the time finally came to exchange gifts in a circle around the Eighth Year common room, they each went last to give their gifts.
When it’s clear that they had presents for each other, they both nod to leave the room.
Malfoy insisted that Harry open his first.
Harry fully expected something over the top, expensive, and uselessly ridiculous.
But his breath caught when he opened the leather-bound text, engraved with a family crest on the cover with the name Potter emblazoned on a scroll in the center.
As he flipped through the pages Malfoy explained that he tracked down a complete family history of the Potters for Harry.
And holy shit, Malfoy’s present made Harry’s heart pound in his chest while his throat went all tight and dry???
Harry got choked up over his gift as the reality of it sank in. He carefully ran his fingers over the engraving while Malfoy shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously, blurting out facts about the gift that Harry only paid half of his attention to.
Harry wiped at his eyes roughly, a little embarrassed, but Malfoy gave him such an important gift.
He took a breath and held out his own gift for Malfoy.
“I thought it was about time you had this back. It served me well, so, er, thanks.”
Draco didn’t even speak for a full minute, his eyes were just locked on his wand in Harry’s outstretched hand.
Harry could see his hand shaking at his side.
When Harry finally handed Draco the wand, he hugged Harry really tightly and whispered thank you.
Draco kissed Harry’s cheek as he pulled away, startling Harry.
His lips felt so soft and warm against Harry’s skin.
They stared at each other until Harry slowly, carefully pulled Draco back to him, and lightly kissed his cheek in return.
They smiled tentatively at each other, each clutching their gifts, as they reached for each other’s hand.
Absolutely no one was surprised when they walked back into the common room holding hands.