scomark oneshots :)

magic

Think a wizards of waverly place type thing.

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"Scotty?" Mark yells. "Scott?"

And then, out of thin air, Scott appears in front of Mark.

"Jesus," Mark clutches his heart. "You scared me," he says.

"I'm sorry," Scott says. "I was all the way upstairs—"

Mark gives Scott a look.

"Okay, okay. I won't do it again," Scott leans in to kiss Mark's forehead. "You ready for lunch, my love?"

Mark nods. "Okay, I know you just said you wouldn't do it again...but...it would be easier than driving..."

Scott chuckles, grabbing Mark's hand. And with a wave of his free hand, they're in the parking lot of the brunch restaurant.

-

"Mornin', baby," Mark mumbles, relaxing in Scott's hold.

"Morning, my love." Scott says. He gives Mark a gently squeeze. "How'd you sleep?" He asks.

"I slept perfect," Mark says. "You're so warm," he says.

Scott laughs. "I'm glad, honey."

"Can you make coffee?" Mark asks. "I'm too tired to even think," he mumbles.

"Sure. Cream and sugar?" Scott asks.

"Yes, please."

Scott waves his hand, and there are two mugs of coffee, one on each of their dressers.

Mark sits up, leaning in to kiss Scott. "Thanks, Scotty." He grabs his mug, sipping the coffee. "Ugh. Gross. I think this is yours."

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby!" Scott says, handing Mark the mug on his side. "Is this better?"

Mark sips it. "Yeah. That's mine." He says. "Thanks, angel."

Scott kisses Mark's temple, then starts sipping his own coffee.

-

"Wait, I thought we were both wearing black," Mark says. "Should we? I think that it would look better."

Scott waves his hand, and suddenly Mark is wearing black dress pants and a sheer black shirt.

Scott thinks for a moment. "Well, now we look like we're wearing the same thing." He says. "Ooh! What if you wear your burgundy suit—" he waves his hand, and Mark is suddenly wearing it. "But with the black shirt."

Mark looks down at his suit, nodding approvingly. "This looks great!" He says.

Scott makes grabby hands at Mark. "Yeah, it does," he smiles, and Mark walks closer to Scott.

"What'cha thinking about, Scotty?" Mark asks.

Scott puts a hand on Mark's abs, only the thin sheer layer of fabric separating his hand from Mark's warm skin. "You know, using magic to get us dressed is great and all, but then you're wearing too much clothes all the time."

Mark kisses Scott quickly. "How about we fix that after the event?"

-

"Oh, my love," Mark says. "You're sure you want to do this?" He asks.

Scott nods. "Yeah," he says. "Magic is great—but Marky, the real magic is how you make me feel. I'm so in love with you, and I don't want to lose you."

Mark nods. "You don't have to do this," he says. "Baby, I completely understand if you'd rather keep your magic. You won your family's competition. You deserve it."

"But I want to marry you," Scott says simply. "I want to marry you, and start a family, and live the rest of our days together."

Mark nods. "I want all that too, Scotty." He says. "The choice is yours, angel."

Scott puts his hands on the orb of light, and in a flash, his powers are gone.

"Oh, angel," Mark says, leaning in to hug Scott tightly. "I can't believe it."

Scott squeezes Mark tight. "I can," he says. "I love you so much, Marky."

"I love you too, Scotty." Mark says. "So incredibly much. How do you feel?" Mark asks, as he steps back from the hug.

"Different," Scott says. "But, good different. Magic felt like there was this buzzing in my bloodstream," he says. "Now, it's smooth sailing."

Mark leans in to kiss Scott. "I just can't believe it," he says. "You gave up your powers for me."

"I'd do it a thousand more times," Scott says. "Because like I said, Marky, you are magic. You are all the magic I need."

Mark smiles at Scott. "I guess we can start the wedding planning now, huh?" He asks.

Scott nods, a giggle escaping. "Yeah, we can." He says. "How do you feel about a beach wedding, my love?" He grabs Mark's hand, and they leave the power transfer hall.