For the Fill Your Stocking Challenge
Seamus wakes to the warm scent of oil and cinnamon filling the flat. He sits up, his mouth watering and stomach growling instantly. "Dean?" he calls.
"In the kitchen, Shay."
Seamus climbs to his feet, curious. Dean never cooks, and Seamus has always assumed that he doesn't even know what a kitchen is. But the closer he gets, the stronger the warm, sweet smell grows, and there's no smell of smoke accompanying it.
Dean stands at the stove, removing some sort of bread from the popping oil before covering it with powdered sugar. Seamus watches his boyfriend in amusement. "So, you're telling me that you can cook after all?" he teases. "It's been three years, and I've cooked every meal."
Dean grins as he removes the pan from the hot eye. "Not much. But I was nostalgic. This is my most vivid memory from my hometown. There was this little old lady who cooked these. Mum would take us to pick some up as a special treat for the West Ham matches," he explains. "They have a match today, and it's been so long…"
Seamus smiles. He still doesn't care much for football, but he's sat patiently through the games, allowing Dean to explain the sport to him. He's never mentioned the fried bread until now.
"I miss it sometimes. Life was easier back then," Dean sighs.
Seamus wraps his arms around Dean, kissing his cheek. "You don't have to give it up, you know," he murmurs. "That's why we bought a television. So you can still enjoy the Muggle things."
Dean snorts. "And because you've gotten addicted to a certain show."
"Doctor Who is a work of art," Seamus insists, pulling away. "But, yes. I'm a halfblood, and I don't really have much to do with my dad's culture. You're a nice reminder of part of who I am."
"Come on. The match is about to start."
"Wouldn't it be better to actually be there?"
"We can't, Shay. We'll just have to watch it here again," Dean says.
Seamus offers him a mischievous grin. "And you call yourself a wizard," he teases. "A little Apparition never hurt anyone."
Dean returns his grin with a soft laugh. "Pretty sure that's a bit frowned upon," he says.
"Nah. It's the best of both worlds. Let's go."