C is for Cooking
"No, it's okay. You don't have to cook." Alec called out with a shake of his head. But Magnus was already standing, already heading for the kitchen. "Really, Magnus. I love it when you snap your fingers and dinner is suddenly on the table."
Magnus stopped and looked over his shoulder. For a moment, a look of pure surprise came over his features before it was smothered with another playful one, tongue stuck out in a tease.
"Alec, darling. I can cook." Magnus tsked, waving a spatula in the air as it magically appeared in his hand.
"But I like it better when you do the whole magic thing-"
"You can tell me if my cooking is bad, you know."
"It's not bad,"
"But it's not good, is it?"
There was a moment of silence as Alec shifted around on the couch and Magnus looked at him, an eyebrow raised and a small smile playing across his features.
"I'm sure it's great and it's gonna be delicious but-"
"So it's settled then! I'm gonna cook dinner," Magnus trilled and waved the spatula in the air around once more before making his merry little way into the kitchen.
Alec picked himself up from the couch and followed, his shoulders slumped.
"I think I'm gonna suffocate!" Alec breathed out in-between his coughing, one hand smacked over his mouth as he tried to navigate his way out of the kitchen.
"A Shadowhunter dying via suffocation. Unheard of!" Magnus called from further in the kitchen and Alec would've rolled his eyes and possibly poked him in the chest for that effort but for now all he wanted was out of this burning hell and into some fresh air.
"It's happened!" Alec managed to say and thus started to cough again as smoke started to drift out of the kitchen and into the living room. Really, it did. If a warehouse was burning and a Shadowhunter was trapped inside then of course he would either die of suffocation or get burned to death. Magnus was very enthusiastic about having his boyfriend suffocate, wasn't he?
Finally groping his way back into the only place that had evaded the smoke and the smell of burning flesh – ahem, of burning dinner, rather – Alec sucked in a deep breath. The mirror in front of him fogged up for a moment before he ran the length of his arm down the middle and then promptly turned around as Magnus pushed into the bathroom as well.
"I would've magicked the whole mess out if only I could breathe in that fire-" Magnus then took a deep breath and Alec leaned against the sink, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as Magnus managed to get his bearings back, his spiky hair having lost most of its spike in the heat. Literally.
"This is why you shouldn't cook with magic." Alec almost hissed but kept his voice low and Magnus looked a bit guilty under his gaze. But only for a moment because Magnus gave out an undignified sound and dusted his shirt of the dust.
"I thought you wanted me to try doing things the mortal way." Alec's look only hardened at that implication and Magnus shrugged, dismissing whatever suggestion Alec had in the past – a suggestion Magnus might have exaggerated and made up in his mind. Really, he was in constant dream state with Alec. It wouldn't be the first time he twisted things. Honestly.
"Magnus," Alec started softly, but there was a definite strength in that tone and Magnus really should have just snapped his fingers and have the food appeared on the table. Easiest thing to do. "All would've went well if you thought about the type of fire you used. Really, fire that could burn a demon into ashes for fried chicken."
"Would you let me clean you up if I said you're hotter than the actual magical fire?" Magnus smiled that smile that would've gotten through anywhere and Alec would've melted then if not for the smile quickly turning into a smirk and Magnus's fingers running down his cheek a second after it was asked.
"I didn't say you could," Alec murmured against Magnus's lips, the warlock having come so close to him in a span of three seconds.
"But you are hot, and you are dirty. And I guess I can try cooking again if this is the end result," The warlock's voice was almost to a whisper, his lips ghosting above Alec's, and Alec's fingers finding hold on Magnus's shirt, tugging him a little bit closer.
"That or you'll burn the whole apartment down."
'Cleaning each other after a mess in the kitchen.' A prompt that went something like that!
And so let's move on to D! Any more ideas or prompts? Mine sounds a bit...Sad.
