Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
There is a very real practice in their household that is unwavering and her favorite quirk about them.
It's that Natsu cooks breakfast.
Given ten years and tips from various cook books he memorized in seven.
The lazy droop of his shoulders in the bruising dawn is as well-practiced as it is comforting to her. He keeps eggshells out of the eggs and burnt crust off the toast; he remembered how she liked her egg cooked and cinnamon on her toast twelve years ago.
His amusement in the past eleven years has been persistent since he learned that she liked breakfast better at seven p.m., rather than a.m.
It's her trump card that she knows favoring breakfast for dinner applies to him too.
In the ten years he's mastered their routine and her occasional fits for weird food combinations in the past three months, he always forgets one thing.
By the time the bacon is crackling and sizzling in the red pan, he's by her side and grumbling 'good morning' against her mouth and trailing his nose along hers to get her awake in the mornings. Just like all the other times…
Their smoke detector sounds and breaks the easy, sluggish comfort of a Sunday morning. It awakens her enough to taunt him with her bright and full laughter.
prompt: bacon
originally posted: 12-17-13
A/N: Transferring my drabbles that were on my old writing blog to here. Also, fits for weird food combinations because baby.