Secret holiday gift for @thesadlesbianclown, happy holidays! Baking plot with a short thing written by me as well because I couldn't help myself hahahah
"Yes, Baz. Now you need to whisk it," I'm smiling while teaching Baz how to bake a chocolate cake. He has never done something like that before, the posh twat.
"Like this?" Baz asks and yes. He's doing it perfectly. He's perfect.
I would never, in a million years, think that I would end up like this, alive, with Baz, and living through this domestic bliss. Merlin! I am so lucky and he is so perfect, whisking the cake dough with his new pink fouet (he doesn't believe that colours are designed for genders, the perfect bastard), pouting and looking so concentrated at doing it correctly.
"Yes, darling," I smile at him and take his face in my hand, kissing his beautiful pout and enjoying this day. "Just like this."
No battles. No war. No magic. Just us at home