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*Soulmate!AU

Spicy Tacos And Soulmates

"I'm starving," Daphne complained, kicking Blaise gently. He rolled his eyes, caught her foot between both hands, and tickled her until she was a laughing mess on the sofa.

"I give, I give," she huffed out through her giggles, and he stopped, smiling at her. "But I'm still hungry. I fancy something spicy."

"Am I not spicy enough for you?" he asked, a mock wounded look on his face. "Soulmates, and I still can't satisfy you. I'm heartbroken."

"Uh huh, and as my soulmate, you should be more interested in feeding me than mocking me," she complained, the amusement clear on her face.

They enjoyed mocking the soulmate system that had matched them together. As if they hadn't already known they were perfect for one another? They hadn't needed the soulmate mirror to tell them that.

"We don't have anything spicy in," Blaise whined. "And that means I have to put clothes on. And go out in the cold. I'm not here for that, baby."

"We could go and grab a take out from that Mexican down the road. I could eat tacos."

Blaise' eyes lit up. "Spicy tacos… okay, so maybe that's worth putting clothes on for. Gimme five minutes?"

She nodded, kicking him again when he got up from the sofa.

"I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave," she called out after him, grinning when she heard him laughing in the bedroom.

She sat up, pulling a pair of trainers over from the side of the couch and putting them on. She'd been wearing loose fitting tracksuit bottoms to lounge in, so luckily for her she didn't have to change to go and get food.

Her stomach grumbled. Grabbing one of Blaise's hoodies, she pulled it on over her t-shirt and tied her hair up in a messy ponytail.

"Ready?" Blaise asked, appearing in the doorway. She nodded and crossed the room to him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and they left together.

"I love it when you wear my clothes," he said, grinning cheekily.

"Food first, flirting later," she replied, urging him to pick up the pace.

He laughed but sped up, pulling her along with him. When they arrived at the Mexican, Daphne hit him in the arm. "You've given me a stitch!"

"You told me to speed up," he replied, shrugging as he eyed the menu board. "What are you having?"

"You're a jerk."

"Don't think they sell that here, baby."

"I want spicy. I told you. Spicy chicken."

He nodded and put their order in. Leaning down, he murmured, "There's an alley just behind here. We can apparate home if you want?"

She kissed his cheek. "I love you."

"Because I'm not making you walk home?"

"Yes. And also because you're perfect."

He chuckled. "You're perfect-er, baby."

"That's not a word."

"See, I can't English, so you're obviously perfect-er than me."

"Blaise."

"Hmm?"

"You're an idiot."

"What happened to being perfect?"

"Clearly my mind is addled by my hunger."

…

Blaise stared at Daphne with amazement. They'd returned to their places on the couch, only this time they both had plates filled with spicy chicken tacos.

"You know, it's clear that you're soulmates when you can still find someone attractive when they've got mayonnaise all over their cheek."

Daphne didn't even bother answering. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her food. She didn't even bother wiping away the mayonnaise.

Blaise chuckled. "I really do love you."

"Uh huh. Love you too, baby. But really. Food."

Written for;

Character Appreciation - 22. Era; Trio

Showtime - 33. Laughing

Amber's Attic - DaphneBlaise

Canadian Craze - 10. Spicy

Pinata - Romance

World Cup - Uruguay - Soulmate!AU