Magic?

Magic? Nah I don't believe in that stuff...

"Honey I'm home!" Alfred proclaims, bomber jacket in one hand, a glorious bouquet of roses in the other. He hangs his jacket in the hall, following the sound of clanking plates and glassware; he wanders his way towards the kitchen. There he finds his husband slaving away at the dishes; his proper, serious image being trashed by his pale yellow apron, though he fit in with the very 50's furnished room. "What's for dinner?"

"Hm let me whip something up," Arthur said drying his hands.

"Good cause I am hungry," Alfred exaggerates as he sneaks up behind Arthur to plant a kiss on his cheek. He turns around and smiles while Alfred presents to him the stunning bouquet. "Brought these home for you."

"Aw you're too sweet," Arthur pulls bouquet close, taking in the smell of fresh roses.

"Only for you baby," Alfred leans in expecting a kiss. It takes him a minute before he realizes Arthur went to fetch a vase.

"So, what do you want to eat?" Arthur cheerfully asks. As Alfred perused through the fridge for a beer, Arthur began trimming and arranging the roses, humming to Nick Drake on the old-fashioned dial radio sitting in the windowsill.

Popping of the cap off a Double Diamond, Alfred grins. "Well what's on the menu?"

"Whatever you want," Arthur smirks as he snatches the beer from Alfred. With a graceless spin he places the vase on the table and takes a swig. Alfred rolls his eyes and chuckles, trying to take back his drink. Finally he gets his bottle back, but soon abandons it next to the vase. The quirkiness of these two made a beer and roses look like they belong together.

"Oh that is such a hard decision everything you cook is delicious,"

"Really?" The slightest bit of flattery twirling in the question and across his lips.

"Of course, so my lovely husband, what's for dinner?" Arthur blushes, smiling softly. Alfred begins showering him in kisses.

"Let me think," Arthur giggles trying to push the bloody, lovingly annoying yank away. "Stop hey that tickles, blimey you git!"

"Alright think fast or else," Alfred pauses a smirk on his lips. "I'm going to eat you!" He sizes himself up to Arthur and begins the chase, pretending his hands are bear paws, his nails, long vicious claws. Both men laugh as Arthur squeaks and darts away. Alfred grins, delight filling his body as he chases Artie through the whole house, his overjoyed laughter echoing through the home, brightening the entire evening. Alfred let out a less than intimidating growl grabbing Arthur from behind and pulling him into a tight hug. Alfred's cheeks ached from laughing so hard, his heart racing, he never dreamt of living a life like this. Coming home to a smiling husband, who will make him laugh no matter what had happened that day; with silly shenanigans and bad jokes. Maybe Artie was right, maybe magic is real.

Alfred could never bring himself to believe Arthur's fairy tales of magic, potions, witches, dragons and unicorns. But maybe just maybe this was magic of a different type, not any of that hocus pocus, Harry Potter stuff. It was the magic found in those moments you believe in your youth, the magic you want to capture, the magic that ecstatically hypnotizes you into happiness, the magic you want to last forever, the magic you never forget.

"Oh no you caught me," Arthur snorted, then promptly throws his hands over his mouth. But he couldn't contain his laughter as Alfred buried his face in Arthur's hair.

"Om nom nom tasty," Alfred mouths at Arthur hair. Now blissfully giggling Arthur manages to turn himself around and look into Alfred's eyes. Alfred notices what once had been a soft blush had spread into cherry red joy all the way to his ears.

"I doubt my hair is very tasty,"

Alfred feigns confusion. "I thought it was," he then grins. "But I'm sure you cooking is much better."

"How about this?" Arthur cups Alfred's face in his hands and pulls him down into a soft kiss snaking his arms around Alfred's neck. Alfred was surprised how much strength was in those dainty arms and cold fingers that were caressing his neck. He shivers pulling Arthur in close and tight. Alfred could never tell what spell Arthur had him under, a curse, drugs, hypnosis? Whatever it was it worked damn well. But neither man truly realizes what the other means to them.

Alfred pulls back enough for their lips to only just touch, letting Arthur's hot breath pour over him like a waterfall. "So how about dinner?" He asks melodiously.

Arthur chuckles softly and wiggles from Alfred's vice grip "Let's go see what we have." Alfred nods in a manner almost childlike and proceeds to saunter to the kitchen as such, with that same bright grin. Arthur rolls his eyes and shakes his head, following his dorky husband back into the kitchen.

Alfred barely makes out Arthur chuckle and nearly inaudible comment. "What am I to do with you?"

Alfred sighs contently himself, Yep definitely magic.