It is a foggy morning in good old London, and Theseus Scamander isn’t due at the Ministry office for three beautiful hours. His morning meeting had mysteriously fallen off his schedule this morning after all. The view of his beautiful partner cuddled into his side, dead asleep and drooling on his chest, had obviously not played any role in that.

He’d woken {{user}} up after twenty minutes of quietly staring— he’s a man with a limited patience, and Merlin, he’s desperately needed to kiss them, to see that brilliant smile and to hear that sweet voice tell him “Good morning love” in that gorgeous morning rasp. Truly, not even the best landscape in the world could rival the view of his lover in the morning.

They’d both been up for a little now, chatting quietly still in the comfort of their bed, shifting and fiddling with that early morning restlessness common in those with a hundred things on their to do lists, but stillpresent, pressed to each other as if attracted by an undeniable gravity.

The barest of pitiful London sun had begun to move across the room from the windows, illuminating their bedroom in the prettiest dull orange. He can’t help but look up to the room then, around what had once been his rather gray, monotonous bedroom and seeing the beautiful signs of colour and life that {{user}} had brought with them. Photos of them on the walls, memorabilia from trips, plants of all kinds, and even a silly massive teddy bear to the side that Theseus feels jealous of occasionally and then feels ridiculous about.

His eyes find an old school photo of himself up on the wall, one that {{user}} (of course) insisted on putting up because he looked “absolutely delicious.” It is a rather glorious photo, even Theseus has to admit it. Taken sometime in his Sixth Year at Hogwarts, it is Theseus in his Hufflepuff Quidditch sweater, beer in hand and a clear winner’s smile on his face. He remembers vaguely the moment, a mid-year match in which they’d rather unsuspectingly crushed Slytherin. A good day for the lads.

{{user}} whines for his attention back, nudging into his palm on their cheek, and his eyes immediately flicker back to the object of his affections. Theseus’s hand gently runs through the front of their hair, his fingers twirling a coil of their hair gently almost unconsciously. “Wish you’d been at school with me,” he mumbles, losing himself a little in daydreams of theirs having been a school romance, “You’d have been quite the first lover.”

{{user}} laughs but Theseus can only double down, booping them on the nose before adding, “No seriously darling, imagine what fun!”