Polished 》malec oneshot

Polished

Alec turns off the shower and steps out into the fresh air, shivers immediately running up his body. He takes one of the towels off a shelve that looks way to expencive to be used as just a shelve. But practically everything in Magnus' appartment looks too good or expencive to be used for their actual purpose. The only thing missing is gold toiletpaper which is, to his surpise, just plain white.

He wraps the towel around his hips and takes a look in the mirror. Normally he doesn't really like looking in the mirror but seeing himself in Magnus' bathroom, with his towel around his body and knwoing his hair smells like his shampoo, manages to put a smile on his face. He runs a hand through his hair and dries himself off, the towel is seriously the softest towel he has ever touched. He then gets dressed into his normal clothes, black shirt, black jeans and black shoes. It's just what he is used to wearing, not that Alec never wishes he could look so good in color and glitters as Magnus does.

Even the thought of the Warlock errupts butterflies in his stomach. He opens the bathroom door and walks into the bedroom. Magnus is sitting behind his dresser which is filled with all sorts of makeup. Alec wanders over to his boyfriend and places a hand on his shoulder. He sees Magnus smile in the mirror.

"Hello Alexander," Magnus' familiar voice fills his ears.

"I missed you," Alec admits, looking down at the ground. It hasn't even been 20 minutes since he left Magnus to go shower, but there is just always this nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach whenever he's not near him.

"I missed you too," Magnus replies and Alec sighs in relief, at least he didn't laugh at his words.

Magnus continues to put on makeup and do his hair. This task usually takes a while. Alec looks around the dresser. Eyeshadows in every color you could imagine, everything glitters and there are a few sets of fake eyelashes laying around. Then Alec sees something and his stomach twists. He swallows hardly at the sight of the nail polish. It's light blue, making it even worse. His vision gets a bit hazy.

[flashback]

Little footsteps dribble across the hallway. 12 year-old Alec knocks on his sister's door and waits for her answer.

"Come in," Isabelle's high pitched voice says from behind the door.

Alec opens the door and runs into the room. Isabelle is brushing her hair at her dresser. Alec climbs onto her bed and starts to jump.

"Izzy! Izzy! We gotta go to training," He says laughing.

"I'm almost ready," Isabelle answers as she ties her hair into a lose ponytail.

Alec gets off of the bed and walks over to his sister. He starts to pull on her arm.

"Come on! We're gonna be late," Alec tries to pull Isabelle with him.

It's not doing a lot because Isabelle is actually quite strong and she says seated as she is. Finally she gets up and walks past Alec, heading for the door. Alec is about to turn around as well as he casts one last glance at the dresser. His eyes catch onto something and he's not quite sure what it is, the distance making it difficult to see. It's a little bottle type thingy and it's light blue. The most beautiful blue Alec has ever seen. His heartbeat starts to race at the sight. He realises it's probably some type of makeup and he quickly blinks a few times, trying to get the image off of his eyes.

"Alec? Are you coming or what?" Isabelle asks, waiting by the door. "I thought you were the one crying about being too late."

"Y-yeah.. I'm coming," Alec says as he now finally turns around and walks past his sister out of the door. "And I wasn't crying," He says in a bitter tone before they both start running towards the training room.