One shots

Snow White AU~ Malec

The princes POV (Alec)

I could see him from a mile away, skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, hair as black as night. Even in death he was still so beautiful.

The dwarves designed a glass casket, so that the world would not be void of his beauty. The golden framing encasing his lifeless form. The casket held on a stand of branches and flowers so elegantly arranged, the glass structure laid ever so gently over the top of his bed, cutting him off from the outside world.

Happy, Sneezy, Dopey, Sleepy, Bashful, Doc, and even Grumpy all kneeled around, hats hung as they sit in mourning of their lost friend. I've never seen Happy so sad as when Grumpy took the honours of loosely placing flowers in Magnus' limp, cold hands, before lowering the glass frame back over top of him.

I approach the casket, taking my hat off in respect. Their eyes catch mine, full of sorrow and grief.

My plan might not work, the evil queen is dead but no one ever really could tell if this cure was legitimate. To be honest I was ready to try anything. I gently place my hand on the glass, admiring his truly radiant form laying eerily still amongst the cushions making up his bed. With a small glance to the dwarves I slowly start removing the glass lid and gently placing it on the ground beside me.

This better work, my beautiful prince will rise again, the queen shall not win. I lift my hand and brush a stray piece of black hair off his features before I start leaning down.

'Pleaseworkpleaseworkpleasework'my mind chants.

I close my eyes when our lips brush, lightly at first before I really kiss him. His lips are cold, still, lifeless. I stay for a few seconds before pulling back, heartbroken it didn't work.

With one last glance at my small friends I bid them goodbye, turning around and heading back to my horse as the tears start rolling down my cheeks.

"Alec." I turn my head, looking over my shoulder to see the dwarves now standing over his open casket. I quickly walk over, trying to see what they were all marvelling at.

Blue. Those blue eyes were the first thing I saw. Magnus lay there, eyes open, smile wide. Skin still pale but now vibrant, his lips red, cheeks flushed and full of life.

"My prince, come to save me." He speaks, voice quiet. He slowly sits up, not breaking eye contact with me.

"Magnus!" I practically yell before throwing my arms around him. He quickly pulls back slightly and captures my lips in a kiss. His lips no longer cold but warm, full of life, and moving gently with mine.

I can hear the laughter and happy cheers of the dwarves as we kiss. We pull apart after a few seconds, smiles and blushes covering our features. Magnus raises a hand to brush the tears from my cheeks with a smile as he takes my hand and carefully steps out of the casket, wrapping his arms around me once more.

As we pull away I take his hand once more, bidding the dwarves a final goodbye before mounting my horse. Magnus taking my hand once again as he climbs onto the horse, wrapping his arms around my waist as he cuddles into my back.

We wave a last goodbye to the dwarves, thanking them for all they've done, before riding out into the sunset to live out our happily ever after.