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“Wild, do you have any more of that wheat?”
Wild hummed and blinked, looking up from his book. The Chain had been at Legend’s house for a few days now and were taking a day of well-earned respite from the constant cycle of hiking and hunting and fighting to just spend some time by themselves. Most of the Chain had gone out for the day, claiming that they wanted to visit a nearby fishing hole, but that somehow hadn’t seemed terribly appealing to Wild. The Chain’s idea of fishing was a lot… slower than he would have liked.
So he had elected to stay behind and flick through the book that Ravio had lent to him the morning after he first arrived. Although he couldn't actually read any of the writing in it, the merchant had explained that it was a history of the Zonai from his home world. Wild had to admit that the illustrations were pretty accurate, not to mention fun to look at (okay, sure, it was a childrens’ book, but Ravio had waxed lyrical about how well written it was and Wild didn’t care. He was enjoying it! To be honest, with the bright purple cover and the shiny green gem inlay on the front, he could understand how little Ravio would have been attracted to a book called ‘Zonaiology’.)
“Wild?” Ravio asked again. “Wheat? Do you have any more?”
Wild blinked again. He had already given a not insignificant amount of wheat to Ravio less than half an hour ago. Could he really have run out already? What the hell was he doing with the stuff?
Wild rumbled in confusion, trying as best he could to get his skepticism across. It wasn’t that he minded sharing his ingredients, not at all. But really, Ravio?
The Merchant scoffed and waved a dismissive hand. “I'll pay you for it, of course!” he said, as if this and not the alarming rate at which he was getting through the stuff was the issue. “Please, Wild?”
Wild sighed and nodded, setting aside the book and reaching for his slate.
“Oh thank Lolia!” said Ravio. “Wait, Wild, what are you doing?”
Wild raised an eyebrow as he stood from his comfortable position on the sofa. He may not have minded giving out his stash of ingredients, but at the rate Ravio was getting through them he absolutely had to know what the hell was going on. He purred and started to head towards the kitchen.
“Oh!” Ravio cried, dashing after him. “You- you don’t have to! I only need a little more. I promise I won't bother you again!”
Wild turned to him and rumbled, lifting his hands to sign. He was still learning and his vocabulary was limited to only the most basic of phrases but he could manage to sign “help”, pointing first to himself and then to the merchant.
Ravio blushed and shrunk in on himself. “You don’t have to.” he said, shifting from foot to foot. “I-I mean. You have your own things going on and I have this under control. Really, I do.”
‘Under control’ was not the most reassuring description for whatever the hell Ravio was up to in the kitchen and Wild did not believe it was true for a second. He rumbled again, pointing to himself and then towards the kitchen door.
Ravio shrugged and didn’t meet his eyes. “I- if you want to, you can help.” he said, “but it's really not that big of a deal.”
Yeah, Wild will be the judge of that, thank you very much. Much as he had enjoyed the Merchant’s cooking so far, he had endured enough culinary disasters travelling with the Chain to know that it was never too early to step in where food was concerned.
And besides. He really wanted to find out what was happening with his wheat.
The kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off in it. Wild froze for a moment in surprise, staring at the chaos that covered every surface. Stray sheaths of wheat were scattered across the floor and over the surfaces. Flour covered everything in a fine dust, so thickly spread that it filled the air. Random kitchen utensils, some of which Wild had never seen before, were thrown apparently at random across the room. No less than seven recipe books were lying open on the table, on the countertops, on the floor-
Wait, eight recipe books. There was a smaller one underneath the big one on the floor.
Wild stooped to pick them up, paused to wipe off what looked like a stray piece of egg, and passed them back to Ravio, an eyebrow raised. Sure, he loved to cook and had been known to destroy a few saucepans in his time, but really! He rumbled again and then reached for his limited knowledge of sign.
“What?” he asked, gesturing to the scene of chaos around him.
Ravio’s cheeks were already flushed pink and now they deepened, the colour of his blush moving swiftly past pink and into red. Wild was beginning to suspect that if he went any further then his cheeks would be the same purple as his cloak.
“I-” he cleared his throat. “I was just trying to make something nice.”
Wild tilted his head in question and mewled. Ravio sighed, sitting down heavily on the kitchen table. Not at the chair at the table, but on the table itself. The table that was currently covered in flour and wheat and other unidentifiable ingredients. There was now flour all over his robes, but he didn’t seem to notice.
Ravio sighed. “It's our anniversary.” he admitted, “Mr Hero - that is, Legend, doesn't usually like to do too much so I thought I could just make us a nice dinner. It’s just- I haven't seen this food in a long time so I keep messing it up, but I really want to make it. It's special, you know?”
Wild’s heart melted. He may have purred. He was definitely doing the cat equivalent of heart eyes as he lifted his hands to sign.
“I help.” he said.
Ravio’s eyes widened. “Y-you don't have to-” he began to stammer. “You - really, you don’t! I know you're probably really busy and have important things to do with the other heroes, I just-”
Wild gently took Ravio’s hands from where they were flapping nervously and nodded. “I help.” he signed again. “You. Legend. Help.”
A shy, delighted smile began to spread across Ravio’s face. “Really? Thank you so so much! It means a lot!”
Wild mewed again and nodded. Legend was his brother, after all, and for all of his bad attitude and prickly ways, he deserved to have something nice done for him. Not to mention, Wild was really starting to like the skittish shopkeeper. He and Legend made an unexpectedly sweet couple and the longer that Wild stayed with them the more he came to appreciate the relationship they had.
If he was being honest, it was kind of affirming too. Ravio and Legend were both pretty open about the fact that neither of them had much interest in sex or experienced much sexual attraction, but it didn’t get in the way of them being in gooey, heart-melting, sweet-as-sugar love.
Sure, Wild had been told over and over that there was nothing wrong with him for feeling the same way, but actually seeing two people like him living happily together? Being in love and not having to compromise?
It just made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and there was literally nothing that would stop Wild from helping his friends to have a nice anniversary.
“Great!” Ravio squeaked. “Just one little thing.”he said. Wild hummed in question and Ravio smiled. “This is a surprise. I don't want him to know that I'm planning anything, so it needs to be kept a secret.”
Wild rumbled and if he could have grinned, he would have. Oh hell yeah, he could keep secrets alright. That was his thing. Even disregarding his current inability to speak anyway, staying silent was basically his superpower.
Happily, Wild gathered all of the recipe books together and handed them to Ravio, awaiting instructions. What could possibly go wrong?
Later, Wild would tell himself for the upteenth time that he really should stop saying things like ‘what could possibly go wrong’, because as it turned out every time he did say something like that, something unexpected and slightly ludicrous did go wrong in unexpected and deeply ludicrous ways.
It was three hours later. Wild had sought sanctuary in the sitting room and was curled up on the sofa. Ravio was sprawled on top of him, face buried in his fur.
He groaned. “I really didn't think it would be this difficult!” He said. “I swear it didn’t seem this complex when they made it in Lorule.”
That was another thing. Apparently Ravio had not actually ever made this dish before. He’d eaten it, sure, and had once caught a glimpse of someone making it, but actually cooking it himself? He was basically reverse engineering the recipe based on a memory almost ten years old.
Wild despaired.
“It's not supposed to turn all crumbly!” He cried, rolling over so his back was leaning against Wild’s side and throwing his hands in the air. “It should be like. Smooth. And kind of floppy. And it’s square shaped and with stuff in the middle.”
Wild blinked. He’d been envisioning many things as he tried to recreate Ravio’s mystery recipe, but square, floppy, and filled with ‘stuff’ was not one of them.
Ravio flipped over again and buried his face back into Wild’s chest. “I'm just not good enough.” he mumbled into Wild’s fur.
Wild grumbled. Well that attitude was simply not going to fly. Wild could take many things, but he would not allow one of his friends to put themselves down in his presence, and certainly not Ravio.
Wild wriggled and straightened, giving him a thumbs up and purring, channelling his best Sidon-energy. He hoped that he got across the idea of ‘we can do this!’ to convince him, because honestly while he wasn’t entirely sure himself, it meant a lot to Ravio, and therefore also meant a lot to him
Ravio looked up at him, smiling. “Thanks, Wild.”
Wild rumbled in return and nuzzled him. Anything for his friend.
-
Wild was exhausted. It had taken a while, but he had finally gotten Ravio to sit down and describe everything he could remember about this mystery dish. He even drew a picture, and finally Wild had a fair idea of what they were going for.
It took a few more false starts, but finally Wild was confident that they had actually landed on the correct mixture of dough. It was rolled out and chilling to one side while Ravio, a lot more calm now, was happily working on a filling.
Wild flopped back down on the couch, determined to claw a bit of sleep for himself while he could.
Instead, he was rudely shaken awake by someone who apparently thought that it was acceptable to wake a cat from their nap. Wild grumbled and cracked his eyes open, looking for who this traitor was.
Legend. Of course it was.
“Wild.” He greeted, rolling his eyes when Wild whined in protest. “Yeah, yeah, you’re sad and weird that I woke you up, whatever. Listen, I need your help.”
Wild hummed in interest as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Something was off about Legend. His brows were furrowed and he was shifting his weight from foot to foot. Was he… nervous?
Oh, this, Wild had to hear.
“So.” Legend said. “You know the way I am with Ravio?”
Wild did know. It couldn’t have been more obvious that Legend was in warm gooey squishy love with his husband. However, Wild was tired and felt like being a little shit, so he just tilted his head in question.
Legend glared at him, his expression running through several emotions and none of them particularly romantic.
“You know. Me and Ravio. We’re. You know. Together. In a legal sense. You know. Married.”
Wild made as close to an “Oh!” sound as he could, as if this was the first time he had heard of it. Legend rolled his eyes.
“It’s our anniversary.” he snapped. “Going fishing was a ruse to make sure he didn’t want to come with us. I’ve just spent a full day running around Castle Town getting fancy party shit and gifts together because Ravio likes things. Now I’ve got to set this damn room up for a bloody anniversary party because he’ll enjoy it and that’s what matters, but damn. I need you.” he jammed a finger into Wild’s chest. “To keep Ravio out of this room. I don’t care what it takes. Fall asleep on top of him if you have to. I don’t care. I don’t want him finding out I have anything planned. After dinner tonight i’m going to bring him in here and we’re going to have a big blowout party and it’s going to be awful but that's okay because Ravio will like it and I will not allow the surprise to be ruined.” he jammed his finger into Wild’s fur again in emphasis and then straightened, grumbling.
Wild snorted. Of course. Of course!
Of course while Ravio was planning a quiet dinner in because that was what Legend preferred, Legend was planning a big energetic party because Ravio liked that sort of thing. This was a perfect, beautiful mess, and Wild loved every second of it.
He nodded and gave Legend a thumbs up. Dinner was in an hour, and he was pretty sure he could keep Ravio occupied until then.
“Thank Lolia.” Legend sighed, moving towards the door and sticking his head out. “Okay, everyone, you can bring it all in. Wild’s running interference.”
Wait, everyone? All? What the hell had Legend got for this party, anyway?
A moment later, the rest of the Chain staggered in carrying vast, overladen paper bags filled to the brim with all manner of increasingly unlikely items. Twilight’s held bottles of wine. Time was carrying what looked like enough dinky pastries to feed a small village. The rest of the Chain had bags of what looked like bunting, party streamers, and banners in various shades of red and purple.
A lot of them.
Wild figured it was time for him to go.
Rumbling, he stood and gestured to the door, pausing only to make brief eye contact with Twilight, who looked somewhere between exhausted and amused. The ranger rolled his eyes, fondly inclining his head towards Legend. Wild snorted and waggled his eyebrows, and left them to it.
Who would have thought? Legend, the world’s prickliest hero and the member of the Chain most likely to claim not to have any feelings, was throwing a sappy, gooey, surprise party for his husband.
Adorable.
Wild found Ravio in the kitchen, spooning his four cheese and walnut filling into his rolled out dough. To one side was a saucepan with the sauce was gently simmering, filling the room with the warm scent of tomato and garlic
“Hi Wild.” the Merchant greeted, turning around. “Decide not to nap after all?”
Wild grumbled, not bothering to try and hide his irritation at having been woken up. “Legend.” he signed “Back.”
“Oh!” Ravio shrieked, jumping and inadvertently flinging his spoon across the room, where it clattered across the floor leaving a streak of sauce in its wake. “You didn’t tell him anything, did you?”
Wild turned from where he had watched the arc of the spoon and fixed Ravio with a flat look. Because really? Never mind the fact that he literally could not speak and his sign was nowhere near strong enough to get across the concept of ‘your husband is making a surprise dinner for your anniversary because he knows you like to keep things low-key’, as if he would have ever spoiled the surprise!
He rumbled and shook his head. Right, he had two hours to fill before dinner. He could make this work.
Humming in curiosity, he wandered over to the sauce and pointed at it in question. Ravio, who had been retrieving his dropped spoon, looked up and smiled.
“Oh! It’s a tomato and white wine sauce with parmesan. You can try it if you- oh.” Ravio straightened, a look of horror on his face. “Oh, Wild, I’m sorry! I didn’t think!”
Wild blinked, hand halfway to grabbing a fresh spoon to taste with. What had he missed? He was pretty sure that neither he nor Ravio had done anything particularly bad. He mewled in question.
“Well.” Ravio began picking at the skin around the edges of his thumbs. “It’s got cheese in it. And so does the filling. Can - can you eat cheese? I know cats are lactose intolerant.”
Ah. This again. Of course.
Wild chuckled and lifted his hands. “Not cat.” he signed, shaking his head in amusement. Then, to drive the point home, he dunked his spoon into the bowl of four-cheese filling and lifted out a mountain of cheesy goodness, eating it in one bite.
Hylia, it was delicious. Ravio was a great cook. He was going to have to recreate this recipe at some point, this was really good.
He made a ‘mmmm!’ sound and rubbed his stomach in contentment, making a thumbs up for emphasis.
Ravio sighed in relief. “Oh, thank Lolia. I was worried I'd have to make you a different filling. Not that I would have minded! I just would hate to leave you out because I didn’t think to ask.” he blushed. “Sorry, Wild. I guess the Chain must have gone through a lot of ‘cat’ assumptions, huh?”
Wild chuffed and nodded, ‘cat’s don’t drink coffee’ still fresh in his mind. He didn’t mind, though. After all, it was just their way of looking out for him, and it wasn’t like he could have told them easily if he had other needs. Besides, some of the changes to his behaviour and diet were decidedly feline, so it wasn’t the biggest leap to think that if he kneaded like a cat and purred like a cat then he might also eat like a cat.
And then there was the time he had gone fishing with Twi and Time and had just… forgotten himself for a minute and pounced on the fish, successfully grabbing it in his claws but scaring everything else within fifty feet away and drenching his brothers in pond water.
It… would be a while before he lived that one down.
So yeah, he definitely had a few behaviours that were all cat.
“Okay!” Ravio said, finishing spooning the cheese into the dough and neatly covering it. “So we just have to slice these up and then I can go see Link for a bit before we do the last step!”
Wait, what? No! Wild let out a strangled yelp, shaking his head viciously. Legend was in the living room and his one job was to keep Ravio out of the living room for two full hours. It had barely been ten minutes!
Ravio blinked. “Uuugh? You okay, Wild?” he laughed a little. “The cheese didn’t disagree with you after all, did it?”
Ah, shit, he must have looked insane. He quickly shook his head, waving him off. Shit, he hadn’t thought that this recipe would be done so soon, not with how hard it had been to get started! He looked around for something else they could do, something to keep them occupied until - aha!
He grabbed Ravio’s elbow and led him out of the kitchen and into the little, rarely used dining room. It was mostly used as a storage space for the merchant’s stock, as he and Legend usually just ate at the kitchen table, and the dining table was covered in boxes and old bundles of receipts.
Ravio blinked. “Uuuuh, I don't know, Wild, I was thinking we could just eat in the kitchen.”
That would, of course, be the sensible thing to do, and Wild knew it. The dining room was an absolute mess, normally he would have said they would need to set aside at least a day to clear it up.
But they didn’t have a day. They had an hour and forty five minutes and the threat of Legend’s wrath if he didn’t keep Ravio away from the living room for that time.
So instead he whined and gestured to the room as if it was the only place that he would ever dream of hosting an anniversary meal.
“I-” Ravio said slowly. “I guess the kitchen table has been a little small for all of us..?” he said.
Yes! Wild nodded enthusiastically.
Ravio squared his shoulders. “Right! Okay! We can do this! I think I have one of those trunks with extra space on the inside lying around, we can just dump all of this in there. Will you give me a hand Wild?”
Wild nodded in relief as Ravio plunged into the mess, dragging a battered old trunk to the middle of the room and throwing the lid open. It didn’t look particularly roomy on the inside, but Wild had seen enough enchanted pouches travelling with the Chain that he no longer doubted the power of storage magic.
And it would be pretty hypocritical if he did, considering his own slate’s impressive storage capacity.
Following Ravio’s lead, he began to lift the pile of things and dump them into the box. Ravio couldn’t lift everything, so Wild went for the biggest, heaviest objects while the merchant flitted about gathering knick knacks and various smaller, sometimes deadly looking, items.
If they had more time, Wild would have loved to pay attention and find out more about the various artefact that he was tidying away. Even without an iota of magical experience or learning he could feel the power thrumming through them. He also wondered vaguely if he should be putting them all so closely packed together in the same place, wasn’t Legend always grousing about how there were certain kinds of magic that shouldn’t be mixed?
Whatever. Ravio didn’t seem concerned, and it was his stuff. Well. His and Legend’s stuff. The veteran was also always complaining about how Ravio had a habit of ‘borrowing’ his things and renting them out. Besides, their tactic of just dumping everything into the apparently bottomless pit of the trunk was pretty effective, even if Wild was fairly certain that it would cause more trouble in the long run.
Finally the room was clear and there were still forty minutes to go. However, with everything now moved, the thick layer of dust was plain to see, big bare patches across the table and floor marking obviously where things had been sitting for far too long.
Ravio pulled a face.
“Okay. You get a broom, I’ll get a cloth and do the table. It won’t take too long. I hope.”
Wild gave him a thumbs up and they plunged into cleaning.
There was a lot of dust on the table and chairs. Ravio set to work getting it out of every nook and cranny and broke out a jar of polish, beginning to work it into the worn wood. “This table used to gleam!” he muttered as he worked. “Mr Hero kept it spick and span and I will make it gleam again. Wild, there are some nice candlesticks in the cupboard, can you get them out and make sure they’re polished?”
Wild nodded and went to fetch them. Twenty-five minutes left.
The candlesticks were indeed beautiful and also were badly tarnished. Sighing, Wild rummaged around for another cloth and began to frantically clean them.
Ten minutes left. He set the candle sticks on the table and Ravio flopped back into one of the chairs, admiring the now reflective tabletop.
“Place settings.” he muttered. “I need place settings. And cutlery.”
Wild nodded. They could do this. They were nearly there. Ravio led him to the porcelain cabinet and showed him the best plates and where he kept his nicest silverware. Wild would have to set this out, Ravio had to finish making the actual dinner itself. Wild rumbled reassuringly, glad that he had paid attention to Zelda’s instructions on how to ‘properly’ set a table.
Nearly there.
Five minutes.
“SHIT!”
Wild raced from the dining room to the kitchen, almost knocking over a vase with his tail in his haste. Ravio was standing with the spoon in one hand, his other raking through his hair
“Wine!” he hissed. “I didn’t think! I don’t have anything chilled!”
Ah. That was okay. Wild could deal with that. He pointed over at the wine rack and rumbled, hoping that Ravio would understand the request to choose one. Or three, as it would probably be, given how many there was to feed. Or water. Whatever.
The Merchant nodded and pulled a few bottles out. “They’re so warm!” he moaned. “This is awful!”
Wild chuffed and laughed, lifting his slate and flicking through until he found his magic staff topped with a sapphire. Now, he would have to be careful with this. Too much power and the wine would freeze solid, but if he tapped them gently just like so-
The bottles instantly covered in a fine mist as they chilled to the perfect temperature. Ravio heaved a sigh of relief and leaned heavily against Wild.
“Oh thank Lolia, Wild, you have a solution for everything. Thank you. You bring those in, I’ll get some glasses.”
Wild laughed again and obediently lifted the bottles, carrying them into the dining room.
The hour was up. Ravio was serving the dinner into the bowls and stuck his head out of the kitchen door.
“Dinner’s ready!” he called. “In the dining room!”
Wild may have been mistaken, but he was pretty sure that he heard legend shout “Shit!” from inside the sitting room as Sky came out into the hall.
“You have a dining room?” he asked and Wild rumbled from the doorway, giving him somewhere to aim towards. “Oh, is that you, Wild? Is that what’s in that room? Huh.”
The rest of the Chain emerged and Wild caught a glimpse of the sitting room before the door slammed shut again, glimmering in purple and red and what looked like a lot of candles.
Legend was glaring, but not at anything in particular so it must have been going well.
“What are we doing in here?” he asked as he passed Wild. “Where did all the shit go? Did Rav actually clean this up? I’ve only been telling him to for three years.”
Wild rumbled and pulled out a chair for him, batting Hyrule away when he tried to sit in the place set aside from Ravio. Legend narrowed his eyes, taking in the lit candles, the simple plate settings, the bottles of wine.
“What-” he began to say.
Ravio bustled in, carrying a few plates.
“Dinner!” he crowed, setting them out for Legend first and then the rest. “It’s a speciality from Lorule, Link, I’ve wanted to make it for you for ages!” he beamed and went with Wild to fetch the rest.
Legend and Time had gone ahead and begun to pour the wine by the time they returned, and Legend was staring at Ravio, open-mouthed.
“What-” he began to say again.
“Oh, you know.” Ravio said, sitting next to him and raising his glass in toast. “You didn’t think I'd forget our anniversary, did you? But I know you don’t like to make a fuss so I've just made us all a nice family dinner, some good wine, and fresh bread.” he chewed his lip, flushing and his eyes darting away from Legends’. “Is- is it okay?”
Legend was also flushed, also averting his husband’s eyes. He cleared his throat. “Uh.” he said intelligently. “It- it’s great, Rav. It’s really good.” he cleared his throat again, finally looking directly at the merchant. Unless Wild was mistaken, the Veteran had teared up. “It- it’s perfect. I love it.”
“Love you.” Ravio said, grinning.
Legend cleared his throat for the third time, flushing the whole way to the tips of his ears. “I- you too, Rav. This is really good. Thank you.”
The Chain, in an uncharacteristic show of respect, withheld from the normal relentless mocking that they would subject Legend to for his utter inability to express his emotions.
“So.” Legend said, tearing his gaze away from Ravio and looking at the plate in front of him. “Do we just dig in?”
-
Dinner was incredible. Wild was absolutely adding this recipe to his normal dinner rotation and was already beginning to think through other fillings and sauces that he could add to it. They all had a wonderful time, quietly chatting and drinking their wine and generally just enjoying the company of family over a good, home-cooked meal. Legend was clearly in his element and relaxed into Ravio’s side, laughing more freely and easier than Wild had ever seen him before.
Then came the time to move on and clear up. Legend helped Ravio move the dishes into the kitchen and then took his hand, cheeks flaming once again.
“I- er-” he cleared his throat for possibly the twentieth time that night. “I have something for you too. For our anniversary.”
Ravio blinked in surprise. “Really?” he squeaked. “You don’t have to, Mr Hero!”
Legend shrugged. “You like parties. And things. And- yeah. Anyway, come this way.”
Ravio nodded in excitement and they followed Legend into the sitting room.
Wild’s first impression of the room was ‘oh sweet Hylia’. He looked around, wide eyes and jaw dropped at the decorations that Legend had set up around the room.
Glimmering curtains of shining purple streamers hung across every wall. Purple and red garlands were strung from wall to wall. Bunting was strung across the fireplace and the window. More wine sat on a stand to one side alongside a tray of various fancy looking nibbles. Approximately ten thousand candles were jammed onto every surface, and in the middle of the room was a present wrapped in red and purple paper.
Legend gestured at it uncomfortably.
“It’s for you.”
Ravio began to jump up and down, squealing. “This is amazing! Oh Mr Hero! You didn’t have to do this!”
Legend flushed and looked at his shoes. “Yeah I did.” he mumbled. “Go on, open the damn thing so I can get started on this wine.”
“Life and soul of the party.” Four remarked dryly.
Ravio planted a kiss on Legend’s cheek, making the Veteran’s blush deepen, and skipped over to the present, ripping the wrapping off and then blinking at the contraption inside.
“Oh,” he said. “Oh, Mr Hero.”
“It’s a new cash register.” Legend said. “It can hold more rupees than before. I thought you’d - argh!”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence. Ravio had flung himself at him in a flying hug and the two tumbled to the floor. Ravio pecked his cheek and Legend finally grinned, burying his flaming red face in his husband’s hair as he returned the hug.
Sky whooped and the others joined in, cheering and clapping as the blushing couple looked up and stumbled to their feet. They were holding hands now, fingers laced tightly together.
Ravio grinned and looked back down at Legend, who said “Fuck it.” and kissed him, briefly, on the lips. Ravio flushed to the tips of his ears and looked as if he might pass out with glee.
Wild laughed, reaching for a bottle of wine to fill everyones’ glasses to make a toast.
“Happy anniversary!” Time called once their glasses were charged, and the Chain all raised their drinks along with them.
Wild rumbled happily as he sipped his drink, delighting in the warmth and happiness of the room.
“Oh!” Legend said suddenly as he put his glass down. “Rav, you never actually told us what dinner was actually called?”
Ravio blinked, a spark of mischief entering his eyes. He grinned.
“It’s called ravioli!”