“I can’t believe you went for the chocolate cake.”
“Why? It’s so good!”
Draco shakes his head as he smiles at Harry fondly.
“We just had a three course meal. I honestly don’t understand how your stomach isn’t bursting. Mine is about to.”
Harry grins at him, the fork still in his mouth. He pulls it out deliberately slow and gives it an extra lick. His eyes sparkle in the candlelight and Draco can’t help but think how lucky he is and that Harry has never looked more handsome.
“Do I have any chocolate on my face?” Harry asks, wiping his chin inelegantly with his napkin. Draco snorts. Sometimes Harry just has impeccable timing.
“Oh Merlin, come here,” Draco mutters, still unable to wipe that smile off his face. He leans over the table and brushes Harry’s jaw with his fingertips. Harry lets out a little sigh when Draco presses their lips together. He briefly sucks on Harry’s bottom lip and feels him shake with laughter as he releases it.
“All chocolate gone?” Harry chuckles.
“All gone,” Draco grins. He leans back in his seat and watches Harry as he gulps down his wine.
“Sometimes I wonder,” Draco mutters in mock distaste.
“What, why you love me?” Harry immediately says, smacking his lips. Draco hides his face behind his hands and starts laughing; the way only Harry can make him. He asked himself that question a lot in the past, why he fell in love with The Boy Who Lived of all people. But the answer is simple.
Because he’s Harry.
“Come on, you have to try it.”
Draco lowers his hands and meets Harry’s gaze.
“The cake,” Harry says excitedly.
When he lifts his fork and holds it out to Draco, Draco’s eyes fall on the ring on Harry’s finger. His lips curl upwards and he finally leans forward and opens his mouth wide. The cake is indeed delicious. It’s velvety and melts pleasantly on his tongue.
As Harry takes another bite, Draco rests his chin on his hand and just gazes at his husband. When they agreed to go to this restaurant tonight, neither of them mentioned what day it is. They didn’t need to. They both know. And yet, neither of them says it out loud. They didn’t toast and they didn’t exchange gifts. They are each other’s gift. As corny as that sounds, Draco thinks and momentarily scrunches his nose.
“You’ll get wrinkles if you keep doing that,” Harry remarks.
“And you’ll get a divorce if you keep talking with your mouth full.”
Harry chokes on the cake in his mouth, obviously trying no to burst out laughing.
“Wait until tomorrow at least,” he snickers. Draco’s answering smile is wide and warm.
He appreciates the way they both
this day, without really talking about it. They didn’t plan it. They don’t seem to need any words to know that this is perfect as it is.
Maybe Harry would have made a big thing out of it if he didn’t know Draco so well. But he does. And Draco knows Harry doesn’t want a big, over the top gesture either. Maybe as a joke. But this is far too important and precious to make fun of. Maybe in twenty years. But not today. Today, Draco just wants to enjoy this moment. Their first anniversary of many to come.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fleetofshippyships!!! 💖💖💖 You are awesome and I love you and I’m sorry for the mentioning of tongues! 😂 (It’s just one tongue, though, so I hope it isn’t that bad 😂)
again I went the sappy soft route because Keith’s birthday deserves soft, that boy deserves all the soft, so please enjoy this offering to the Voltron fandom. happy bday, space sweetheart.
home isn’t a place
had gone well for once; Keith had slipped under the radar and planted the bug
before the sentries had completed their second rotation. All information was
being forwarded to the Blade. The trip back to the base was equally quiet,
Keith settling in his seat as he set the flyer to autopilot. Another day,
another mission, another stretch of time where Keith was left alone with his
thoughts. Biting his lip, he flicked on the console, feeding it through a proxy
before selecting the Voltron Coalition promotional videos.
The volume was muted, but Keith knew the words anyway. He’d
watched the vids near obsessively, though it did little to fill the ache in his
chest at acknowledging his team moving on without him. Shiro leapt into frame,
striking a silly pose, and Allura followed after. The sequence was one well
known: they would soon pick up the boxed forms of the Voltron Lions and defeat
a papier-mâché Zarkon. Flashes of light flared across the screen. Keith tucked
his feet up on the seat, chin resting on his knees as he took in his team.
Exuberant. Content. Hilarious.