Moresome May, BlaiseTheoDaphne: dancing

Shannon's Showcase: light, LGBTQIA representation

Book Club: memory, almond, making someone breakfast

Buttons: "What sort of monster doesn't like chocolate?"

Film festival: problem

Photography Month, lifestyle: Write a slice of life

Note: All fics in this collection will be established relationship unless otherwise stated

Word Count: 566

Daphne is still half asleep when she makes her way to the kitchen, brushing her fingers through her dark hair in an attempt to loosen the tangles. When she steps into the kitchen, she enters the kitchen, she doesn't know whether to laugh or screen.

Everything is in chaos. The eggs have burnt and stuck to the pan, and the sausages have shriveled and blackened. Foul, dark smoke pours from the stove, and Daphne quickly waves her wand, muttering an incantation to clear the air.

But the sight is still amusing because among the chaos, Blaise and Theo dance, seemingly unaware of the destruction. Daphne clears her throat, and her boyfriends break apart. Theo suddenly seems to notice what's happened, and he sets about, clearing things up, his pale skin blushing a dusty pink.

Only Blaise remains unfazed. He offers her a bright grin and holds his arms out. Almost grudgingly, Daphne steps forward, allowing him to embrace her.

"And what the hell were you two doing?" she asks curiously.

"Trying to make you a birthday breakfast," Blaise answers before pulling away, pressing a kiss to her nose. "But then Theo started humming that song… You know the one. From the Yule Ball."

Daphne smiles at that, the memory clear in her mind. She had been Theo's date that night. A slow song began to play, and Blaise approached them, asking them for a dance. That was the night Daphne learned she could fall for two people at the same time.

"Blaise insisted on dancing," Theo interjects, sending the pots and pans to the sinking and casting a quick spell so begin the wash. "He can be very distracting."

Daphne grins, nodding her agreement. By now, she knows exactly how distracting Blaise can be. Then again, Theo isn't much better. It's so easy to lose focus when either of them around. "I'm well aware," she assures him, summoning a box her favorite cereal instead. She plucks a slivered almond and granola cluster drizzled with chocolate and popping it into her mouth. "Thanks for trying, at least. Want some?"

Blaise wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. "I think I'll try again. You know I don't like chocolate."

"What sort of monster doesn't like chocolate?" Theo demands, wrapping an arm around Daphne, as though to protect her from the chocolate-hating beast their boyfriend has now become. "This is a problem."

Blaise snorts and rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to the stove. With a wave of his wand, he summons two fresh pans.

"I think you've offended him," Daphne teases.

Theo breaks away from her and moves closer, wrapping his arms around Blaise. "Don't worry. We still love you. Even if you make questionable choices where your taste buds are concerned."

"Piss off."

"Come on," Theo murmurs, and Daphne tries not to laugh. "You know you love me."

"Chocolate isn't even that great," Blaise mutters. "The hype over it is uncalled for."

The two go back and forth like that, fussing and bickering as Blaise prepares a light breakfast for three. Daphne watches, and she feels a flutter in her chest. Some people are lucky if they meet one person to love unconditionally. Somehow, she has found two people to love like, and it's an imperfect love, but it's perfect for them.

Maybe it's a little unconventional, but she wouldn't trade it for the world.