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B.Z. | Cupcakes

blaise 🤝 music of any kind

fluff y'all 🤠

"Y/N!" The shout rings clearly through the halls of the apartment, and you lift your head from the pillow, book flopping in your loose wrist.

"Yeah?!" You yell back, and sit up, propping yourself on your hands as your thumb keeps your page in the book.

"Come down!" Blaise shouts back, and you roll over onto your stomach, shoving a book mark between the pages.

Grumbling about how you just never seem to get peaceful reading time, you make your way through the house, heading to the living room.

Blaise isn't there, so you go to the kitchen, and you're greeted with about a bazillion different baking supplies.

"Blaise...." You look at him, and then survey the counter. "What is this?"

"Baking." He says, like it explains any and all questions you may have, turning around towards the sink.

"I can see that." You smile, and lean on the counter. "But why does our kitchen look like The Great British Bake Off?"

"You tell me." He snarks, drying his hands off. He turns to you, and motions for you to come close.

With raised eyebrows, you come near, and Blaise calls the aprons hanging near the pantry into his hand, immediately hooking the red one over your head.

You keep staring at him incredulously, and he leans towards you with a stupid smile on his face while his hands travel down your body, around to your back. He kisses you on the lips while he ties the back of your apron, and you can't help but smile with the roll of your eyes.

Your own hands come up to catch his face, and he gives you a sweet kiss, before leaning back to hook his own apron over his head.

While he does that, you turn, looking around the kitchen.

Okay, but genuinely asking, did he really buy all of this for some simple baking with his girlfriend?

It looks like he's about to start his own Michelin restaurant.

You trail your fingers along the edge of the counter, your eyes scanning over the vast majority of colours presented there, and pick out a tube of sprinkles.

They're the basic ones, the rainbow flurry of them almost killing your eyes, and you shake it slightly, before putting it back down.

"So what's the plan here?" You ask, and Blaise groans, rolling his eye playfully as he settles behind your back, arms wrapping around your shoulders. His chin rests on top of your head, not before giving you a chaste kiss there.

"See how we were talking about baking two weeks ago and how we miss it?" He asks, his fingers rubbing small circles into your shoulders. "Well I decided to recreate the Hogwarts baking club here."

"You're joking." Your face splits with a grin, and you feel excitement starting to buzz through your veins.

"Yes, yes I am joking." He deadpans. "I bought all this stuff just to tell you I'm joking. It's actually all transfigured pebbles."

You roll your eyes at his sarcasm, and turn around in his hold.