Malec one-shots

The Son of Lightwood-Bane

      He grew up to be just as beautiful as they knew he would.  No longer were the two fathers cooing over a baby wrapped in green sheets, or chasing a baby who was happily running all over the house. Instead he was now a seventeen year old boy, practically all grown up. His long limbs were as blue as a blueberry and his hair such a dark hue of blue that in can pass for black under certain lightning. His eyes were a radiant blue, just a few hues darker than his fathers, now his temples were usually what caught people off guard. 

     From his temple, horns raised up in a circular motion much like a lamb. He was pretty sensitive about them, even though they made him "adorable" as his papa stated. he got a little to hot and bothered whenever someone touched them.

    This particular conversation was brought up when he was sitting on his bed in the privacy of his room with his best friend. His best friend who happened to be the son of his fathers parabatai.

"Max come on!"

"No Dylan! Leave it alone!"

     For some very odd reason, Dylan wanted to touch his horns. Of course Max wouldn't let him and now the golden eyed red head was very intent on finding out why.

"Oh for the love of-fine!" Max cried 

"What was that? You're mumbling again buddy" Dylan cooed as if Max were a child

"They're...sensitive" Max could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, for a moment his friend looked stumped

"Can I?" Dylan asked again, this time staying perfectly still. 

   More heat rose to Max's cheeks. This was his secret crush asking him to something he has fantasied about for what felt like a long time. Max began to stutter in embarrassment.

"It's okay, I'll stop when you tell me to. Promise"

Dylan was the type of guy that when he promised something he kept to it, which is how Max found himself saying:

  "Okay" 

TO BE CONTINUED!!!