sorry if you've done this already but maybe an extension of this ?? it feels so very flambert coded :)
Robert didn’t even bother knocking when he arrived.
He pushed the door open with his shoulder, already shrugging off his coat — and then stopped immediately.
The apartment was warm. Not just slightly heated, but deliberately warm. The kind of heat that settled into his skin the second he stepped inside, seeping through the fabric of his clothes. It chased away the cold from outside almost instantly, along with part of the day’s exhaustion.
The couch was occupied by his favorite blanket, just like Flambae had promised, tucked into a small nest of pillows. On the coffee table, there was a mug.
Fresh coffee. Still steaming.
Robert let out a quiet, almost amused breath through his nose.
From the kitchen came the unmistakable clatter of someone moving way too fast back and forth.
“One sec–!” Flambae called out, his voice slightly muffled. “Don’t come in here yet.”
Robert ignored that immediately.
He leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, taking in the scene.
Flambae stood at the counter, sleeves pushed up, hair a little messier than usual, like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. There was a mug on the counter, ingredients scattered all around it while Flambae was whisking something with unnecessary intensity.
“You’re making a mess.” Robert observed.
“I’m cooking for you,” Flambae shot back, not even looking at him. “Be grateful, bitch.”
Robert’s gaze flicked over the counter. Mug. Sugar. Flour. Cinnamon. What looked like a very optimistic amount of banana.
“…That’s not banana bread.”
“No, it’s banana cake,” Flambae said, finally glancing over his shoulder. “You said I had two minutes, so maybe lower your standards a little”
Robert pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped closer, drawn in by curiosity — but also by the heat. The warmth in the apartment felt different here, stronger, subtly wrapping around Flambae the way it always did when he was focused.
“Smells good…” Robert said.
“See?” Flambae replied with a grin, nodding toward the living room. “I can be thoughtful.”
Robert hummed under his breath, contemplative and just a little ironic.
“Oh yeah. You’re trying really hard.”
Flambae huffed. “Yeah, well… someone called me out.”
There was a brief pause as Flambae placed the mug in the microwave, pressing the buttons in quick, precise taps.
Robert watched him, something softer settling underneath the teasing edge.
“You didn’t have to actually do it.”
Flambae glanced back at him again, stepping closer this time.
“I know,” he said simply.
Then, after a beat, Flambae reached out, gripping Robert’s waist and pulling him in just enough to press a quick, warm kiss to his lips.
When Flambae pulled back, the corner of his mouth curled into a small smile.
“Good boyfriend and a good cook,” Flambae repeated, echoing his earlier message with confidence.
The microwave beeped.
Flambae turned to retrieve the hot mug, while Robert lingered close beside him. Flambae finished the mug cake with peanut butter and cinnamon, then held it out, wrapped in a cloth so his normie boyfriend wouldn’t burn himself.
“Here you go, my banana bread…” Flambae teased as he handed it over.
“Fuck you,” Robert replied, rolling his eyes, but taking the mug anyway. “But… yeah. Thanks.”
Robert hovered impatiently, waiting for the cake to cool inside the mug while Flambae cleaned up the mess he’d made in the kitchen.
After that, they both headed back to the living room. Robert sank into the couch — or more precisely, into his boyfriend’s chest on the couch — and called it a day with an improvised banana cake and a cup of coffee.
heyyy Sam, thx for the ask<3 even tho I feel like this pic is very flambert-coded, I don’t think I really did it justice in the rest of the texting lol. I had fun trying tho and really hope you liked it!! added a little extra scene at the end to make up for it haha
