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With a Flour-ish
Alec entered the loft that night with a mission in mind.
Entering the loft, he removed his jacket and hung it on the coat rack, before
making his way over to Magnus, bent over his work table. He came up behind him
and wrapped his arms around his waist. Magnus turned his head and met Alec with
“Good evening Alexan-“
“Let’s make a cake,” Alec interrupted him.
Magnus jerked back a
little in surprise. “Wh— What?”
“I want to make a cake.” Alec hugged his boyfriend in
closer. “Let’s make a cake.”
Getting over his surprise, Magnus laughed. “What brought
this on? I didn’t know you had an interest in baking.”
Alec released his arms and shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve
tried making them a couple times in the past, but Izzy always insists on being
involved, and you know that never ends well. And I thought it’d be a fun thing
to do with you.”
Magnus turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. “Your sister’s
cooking is quite toxic.”
“Exactly. So let’s bake a cake.”
Magnus smiled. “Let’s bake a cake!”
They walked together to the kitchen, but Alec stopped.
“What is it?” Magnus puzzled.
“I forgot to find out if we even have all the ingredients,”
Alec sighed, shaking his head.
“Not to worry, my dear Alexander,” Magnus said with a flourish
of his hand, filling the counter with eggs, baking soda, buttermilk, and
everything else required.
Alec grinned and planted a kiss on Magnus’ cheek before
walking up to the counter. Pulling out a mixing bowl, he placed it in front of
him and placed a recipe that had been sitting in his back pocket on the counter.
“Okay, so it says to start with the flour, sugar, cocoa, baking powder, and
As Alec grabbed the sugar and began measuring it out, Magnus
glided his way to Alec’s side and reached for the flour. As he pulled the bag
open, the powder puffed out, giving Magnus an idea. Grabbing bit of flour, he
threw the powder at his boyfriend.
“Wh- What was that?” Alec sputtered, before turning to
Magnus with a look of betrayal, hair and face covered in a sheet of white
“That,” Magnus grinned, “was totally worth the look of surprise
on your face.”
“Well fine then. Two can play this game.” Alec smirked
before reaching his hand into the bag. He took out a handful of flour and flung
it at Magnus.
“This means war.” Magnus declared in astonishment, then
gleefully smashed a fistful of flour onto the top of Alec’s head.
They continued for the next few minutes, laughing and
throwing flour at each other until they somehow both ended up on the floor,
staring at the destruction. A thick layer of white covered every surface in the
kitchen, the flour bag was knocked over, spilling what little was left, and the
mixing bowl had noticeably less than the three cups of flour the recipe had
“Oh my word, look at this disaster,” Magnus said, bringing
his hand to his face, shaking his head and laughing. “What have I done?”
“Do you regret it?” Alec asked, raising a flour-filled eyebrow,
his laughter still silently shaking in his stomach.
Magnus turned to look at his boyfriend, the usually so
serious Shadowhunter, sitting on the floor, covered head to toe in flour, and reached
out to place a hand on Alec’s cheek. He caressed the side of his face as he
brought their lips together. After a brief moment, he pulled back and smiled. “Not
at all, Alexander. Not at all.”