Malec One Shots

12. Anywhere

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Song ~ Ruelle - Storm
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"Magnus?" Alec called out, seated on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hand. After the whole tea incident he vowed to never drink tea again. Or go anywhere near pixie dust. Alec heard a short reply come from the bedroom, before Magnus walked out in jogging bottoms, his hair flat against his head. "What's wrong?" He smiled, taking the empty seat next to Alec. Well, it wasn't empty, Chairman Meow was in it but Magnus had picked the cat up and placed it on his lap. "Nothing, I was just thinking.." Alec trailed off, sipping his coffee.

"Thinking what, Alexander? Is it bad?" Magnus' eyes widened, and he sat up. Alec shook his head frantically. "No! God, no." He rushed, putting his coffee cup down so fast that it spilt on his hand. He hissed and shook his hand. Magnus exhaled. "One, you're an idiot, and two, then what's up?" The warlock smiled, taking Alec's burnt hand in one of his. The sting went away, and Alec was grateful. "I want to travel. But I don't know where, and I've never been on an aeroplane and I really want to try it." Alec admitted, blushing slightly. Magnus found it cute that Alec blushed in the most inappropriate moments.

"Alexander I thought you were mad at me or something! We can go anywhere you wish to go, my dear." Magnus rubbed the back of Alec's hand with his thumb. "I don't know where though. I have a few places in mind but I doubt we can go without you having a travel ban." Alec joked. Magnus rolled his eyes. "Excuse you, Alexander, but I'm not banned from everywhere. It's just Peru I think.." Magnus was lost in his train of thought, trying to remember if he was banned from anywhere else.

Alec chuckled. "Well, I've been working on this portal, that isn't for a specific place. If you step inside it will take you wherever you want to be the most, not where you need to be. So if you needed to be in Idris, but you wanted to go to Spain, you'd arrive at Spain." Magnus nodded, explaining to Alec. "Let's try it." Alec shot out, sitting up and looking straight (gay) at Magnus. "Really?" Magnus looked unsure. "Yes, Mags. I want to see if it works." Alec smiled, standing up. Magnus smiled back, just as eager. "Okay then. Let's get dressed." Magnus let go of Alec's hands and clapped.

The two changed. Alec wearing a black shirt, his black jacket, black jeans and black shoes. Alec looked flawless in black. So he wore it all the time. Magnus wore a dark blue button up shirt, a black waistcoat, black jeans and dark blue shoes. Magnus decided to look not very extravagant. He didn't know where Alec wanted to go, so he didn't want to seem too beautiful and shock everyone. Magnus also did his makeup. He could always put makeup artists to shame.

Alec watched as Magnus made the portal, a swirling vortex of rippling white waves. Magnus took Alec's hand. "You think of where you want to be. And I'll go there with you." He smiled. Alec pressed a kiss to Magnus' temple and stepped in, pulling the warlock in behind him. They flew out in a small town, a rural type place, in front of a cafe. Magnus smiled. Alec was astounded, they were in Italy. Alec never got the chance to go here, he'd always wanted to visit the institute but today was for him and Magnus. "Beautiful Sicily. Shall we?" Magnus gestured to the open cafe door. The two walked in, hand in hand, and sat down at one of the tables. The place was beautiful. Sun rippled through the glass windows, and dried flowers hung from wooden rafters above each table.

The two ordered pancakes. Alec had always ate boring stuff; or disgusting stuff. Or takeout. He hadn't had breakfast this good since he was a little boy in Idris. The pancakes were golden, and were drizzled with honey and berries. They shared the plate, and Magnus kept his eyes on Alec every second. Every so often Alec would look around, in disbelief that somewhere so small and quaint could be so beautiful. Usually something small and quaint meant death, the eerie silence did something to Alec. But this was just beautiful, breathtaking.

"It's beautiful here, isn't it? I came here back in the eighteen hundreds, and worked some magic for a werewolf. She was a nice girl." Magnus smiled, pointing the fork at Alec, who bit a mouthful of pancake off the end of it. Alec nodded, smiling back.