Cake
(AN: Iâm craving cake today so Sherlock is too. Not johnlock, just Sherlock being Sherlock. Just posted this on my Patreon but sharing it here too. probably going to put it on my AO3 as well.)
John measured 4 tablespoons of flour into a second mug and sighed at the pedantic git beside him. âTechnically sugar is considered a wet ingredient John, it dissolves.â âYou donât have to eat it.â He moved the mug away from himself but a long pale hand slid it back towards him for the requisite 2 tablespoons of cocoa powder. âMrs Hudson is away, Of course Iâll eat it John, even if you donât make it correctly.â A cup was placed deliberately on the counter next to him, 4 tablespoons of sugar, 3 each of oil and milk and an egg were all whisked thoroughly in the cup. Sherlock then delicately poured it over the flour mixture and handed the mug back to John who stirred vigorously.Â
âYou just want cake.â Sherlock rolled his eyes internally as John stated the obvious. He had cleaned the microwave, washed the dishes, and inventoried the pantry⌠Of course he wanted cake! And with Mrs Hudson away the only option was the ridiculous trend John had found, or Molly had told him about, Mug Cake, it sounded juvenile but the chemistry seemed to work. 2 minutes in the clean - not that John had noticed - microwave. Then they needed to cool and be iced, he wasnât going to have dry cake.Â
John vacated the kitchen with a steaming hot cake in his largest mug. Sherlock had been going on about cooling, and icing, and sprinkles but John couldnât be bothered until Sherlock sailed passed him 20 minutes later with coffee and a spectacle of confectionery. Coffee coloured buttercream icing had been piped into a towering swirl and⌠it glittered. âSherlock?â âIt's not like you were going to use it.â âBody glitter does not belong on a cake Sherlock.â âItâs edible.âÂ
Sherlock smirked to himself as the colour rose in Johnâs face, he had found the abandoned glitter in the lounge after the Christmas party, it would seem Johnâs boring girlfriend hadnât felt obliged to take her gift with her after she left him so he had put it in the kitchen where edible things belonged. âAnd the piping bag? Did you have to pretend to be a baker for a case?â âMummy.â âWhat?â âMummy taught us both how to bake, though I canât say she did Mycroft any favours in doing so. He picked up 15 pounds that holiday.âÂ
John stifled a laugh as Sherlock sank a fork into his cake. Mycroft's weight had always been an issue between the brothers but John could see it now. The brothers as little boys, covered in flour and dropping bits of egg shell as Mrs Holmes tries to corral them or maybe they worked together, possibly for the first and last time in their lives.
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