THC: Round 9

House: Ravenclaw

Class subject: Herbology

Story Category: standard

Theme: Hurt/Comfort

Prompt(s): [Action] Baking a Cake, [colour] Mauve

Word count: 1252

Notes: Non-magic AU also a Modern AU so not set in the 90s.

Mauve Tinted Glasses

For most people, they broke one of their bones as a child and when they became an adult it became a rare occasion. Percy Weasley, as it turned out, was not one of those people. His entire life he took it as a point of pride that he had never broken a bone or sprained anything. Possibly because all his other siblings had at multiple points in their lives. Percy had always been cautious and didn't really participate in things that could have caused him bodily harm. His siblings had labeled him a "buzz kill" because of this but Percy always pointed out that his ways had saved him from being in pain.

His boyfriend, Oliver, had picked a career that often put him in harm's way. As a soccer player, Oliver came home with cuts, bruises, sprains, and the occasional broken bone all the time. Percy had gotten used to taking care of an injured Oliver. He was not used to being the one who needed to be taken care of.

He hated to admit that his negligence had caused his injury. Percy had been trying to move something in his office building when he tripped and fell down the stairs. His right hand had caught his fall which caused his wrist to break. On his way down he also managed to twist his left ankle and bruise several areas of his body. The doctor ordered him to be on bed rest and Percy hated that he had to take time off work. Not that there was much he could do with one hand. He couldn't type any documents or run errands. Percy had become useless, and he hated that feeling.

In an attempt to cheer him up, Oliver had decided to try and bake Percy a cake. This turned out to be a terrible idea because Oliver lacked the ability to make anything. They had been forced to order out almost every day because Oliver couldn't cook to save his life. Percy's mother had stopped by to drop off some food a few days ago but that had only lasted them so long. He really wished he had spent the time teaching Oliver how to cook because now he was going to have to eat a burnt, dried-out cake in order to please his boyfriend.

He had been asleep when he heard a bunch of banging noises from the kitchen and decided to investigate in case they were being robbed. Oliver had tried to get him to go back to bed in order for the surprise to not be ruined but Percy didn't trust him with the oven without supervision.

"Babe," Oliver whined, "I'm supposed to be taking care of you not the other way around."

"I would not be able to relax if I knew you were in here experimenting," Percy huffed, "It's better this way."

"Will you at least sit on the couch with the ice pack on your ankle?"

"I'll sit right here," Percy crossed his arms, but he made sure there wasn't any pressure on his broken wrist. Not that it mattered too much. The cast was quite sturdy, but he couldn't help but be careful about it. "But I do want the ice pack. Can you get it for me?"

There were two of them in the freezer so one would always be ready to use. On the first day back before they got the ice packs, Percy had had to use a bag of frozen peas that they then ended up cooking once fully thawed. The coldness of the ice pack made Percy thankful that he stole Oliver's favorite mauve sweatshirt before taking his nap earlier. It made it so he wouldn't end up freezing his butt off.

"The recipe says to add one cup of sugar, but I feel like that's a lot," Oliver surveyed the cup in his hand that he filled with sugar.

"It's a cake, Ollie, it's not supposed to be healthy for you," Percy laughed. "Just follow the recipe."

"Do you want to lick the spoon when I'm done with it?"

"What kind of question is that?" Percy scoffed. "Of course, I do."

Oliver finished adding all of the ingredients and mixed the batter. Once he had poured the batter into the tin and placed the tin in the oven, he handed the spoon over to Percy. Oliver dug a regular spoon out of the door to scrape the excess batter out of the bowl to eat himself.

Maneuvering the spoon in his non-dominant hand proved to be quite a feat as Percy tried to eat the batter from it. A glob of batter landed on the mauve sweatshirt and Percy glared down at it. He contemplated trying to lick it off the material but decided that would cause more of an issue.

"Is that mine?" Oliver asked when noticed Percy's predicament. He walked over and wiped the batter off the shirt. It left a smear of batter against the mauve coloring of the shirt but most of it was gone.

"Yeah, it's comfy."

"Since you're hurt, I'll allow it this time."

"As if you don't like it when I wear your clothes."

Oliver rolled his eyes, "You could at least pretend to play along, Perce."

"There's no fun in that," Percy winced as he tried to reposition his leg.

"Come on," Oliver moved to pick Percy up even though it was a little unnecessary. He could walk just fine, really.

Oliver placed Percy down onto the couch and grabbed a blanket to put over Percy's legs. He went back to the kitchen to grab the ice pack and gently placed it on Percy's ankle. The cake still had some time in the oven before it would be done so he sat on the ground beneath Percy and turned the tv on. They watched some random movie until the timer on Oliver's phone went off.

Percy heard Oliver yelp from the kitchen and sighed since he knew Oliver probably managed to burn himself on the hot tin. "You're supposed to use the oven mitts!"

"I forgot," Oliver shouted over the sound of running water.

After Oliver managed to save his fingers, he brought Percy a slice of cake. It was still warm which caused the frosting to melt a bit, but it made Percy smile. The frosting was almost the same mauve of the sweatshirt he had on, and he laughed at the coincidence.

"Me and the cake match," He said while poking Oliver's head.

His boyfriend turned to look at him from his place on the floor and laughed, "I didn't realize. I just bought the first frosting that I found at the store earlier."

Although Percy still had a long while before his wrist would be completely healed and his ankle was back to normal, he felt a little better. The cake, dry but not burnt, did put a smile on his face. He was always so thankful for Oliver. It felt nice to be the one who had to be taken care of even if he didn't like the 'being injured' part. Maybe he'd have to fake being sick in the future to get Oliver to do stuff for him. If Percy could stand pretending to be sick. He'd probably hate being stuck in bed just so he could have Oliver doting on him.

"Thank you for the cake," Percy said as Oliver took his empty plate. "I love you."

"I love you too," Oliver smiled.