#bidness

Magnus just wants to do something nice for his boyfriend after ruining the beautiful dinner Alec had prepared the night before. The beautiful dinner that he had ruined by showing up drunk and sobbing. 

He cringes as he remembers it, moving around the kitchen wearing only the boxers and T-shirt he’d fallen asleep in after crying his eyes red. He has a hangover, but he had woken up in Alec’s arms and realized how lucky he was to have someone so amazing in his life. So he had slipped out of bed to the kitchen to make pancakes.  They were supposed to be simple. 

Supposed to.  

The recipe isn’t hard to follow, but Magnus never thought he would need to learn to crack eggs the mundane way. He’s not much of a cook and when he does want to, he could use magic for the simple stuff- at least he had been able to in the past.  

He grimaces as he picks another eggshell out of the bowl. At least he’d had the sense to crack the eggs into a separate bowl from the rest of the mixture. He grimaces at the slimy feeling of the egg that clings to his finger as he discards the piece of shell. 

There’s still quite a few tiny pieces in the bowl and he almost debates adding it to the mix anyways. Or maybe there’s still time to sneak out and get something from the bakery down the street. It wouldn’t be as personal, but it would be edible.  

“What are you making?” Alec is leaning against the counter, wearing his sleep shirt and a pair of sweatpants he must have pulled on after getting out of bed. Magnus hates the dark circles under his eyes, the worry etched into his face.  “

I’m trying to make pancakes.”

“You don’t have to do that.” But he’s rewarded by Alec moving in behind him, rune-marked arms coming around his waist, a soft kiss placed to his cheek. 

Magnus leans into the embrace, keeping his sticky hands well away from Alec’s skin. “I know. But I want to. It’s just... I’m not used to being without magic and, as it turns out, I don’t know how to crack an egg.” 

Alec muffles a laugh into his shoulder, squeezing him tighter for a moment before stepping away. Magnus instantly misses the heat. He can’t seem to get warm without his magic- at least, not when Alec isn’t by his side. “I’ll crack the eggs. How many do you need?” 

“Two.” Magnus picks up the bowl he’d been using and dumps the egg and shell mix into the trash. He washes his hands as Alec easily cracks the eggs into the pancake mix, somehow avoiding getting any eggshells in it and keeping his skin clean. “Thank you.”