Three drawings of vitreaux windows, the one in the middle is bigger and has a central image a slice of orange cake and an orange. The window on the right has two cookies and the one in the left has a jar with a slice of orange on the side. The text below reads: More Cake challenge, Goddamn Marmalade, 1.7k words, gentlebeard, Fluff, Meet Cute, hurt/Comfort, foot rub, "enemies to lovers"
Do you know how sometimes the nuns of a certain monastery are known for their delicious cookies or pastries? The Spanish nuns at the “Monasterio de Corpus Christi” have a whole cookie legend built around them. Well, I wish we were that lucky. In this town, we have a monastery excess and not a single famous cookie. There are two monasteries, each one on opposite sides of the little town, and two insane monks have hijacked their kitchens. I hear you asking, “But Lucius, how's it that the town is not overflowing with cakes?” Well, that would be the case if they were actually dedicated to learning how to properly bake a cake and not to pining for each other like two middle-aged dumbasses. Instead of the sweet smell of cake, we were awoken every morning by the bitter smell of something burnt. They have been in a rivalry with each other over who creates the best cake in town since they met exactly a year ago, at the town’s communal dinner.
#TakeTwoTuesday for the silly monks who love to bake (and each other) while also being very silly about it.
I wrote this little fic for the #MoreCakeChallenge of the past New Year's Eve, and I look forward to the next one 💖
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#OFMD #OFMDfanfic
