One shots

Training~ Malec

Magnus' POV
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I grinned at him across the training room. He had blue fire lighting his eyes, and a ferocious intensity lit his features as he lunged at me, long sword grasped in his hands. I deflected the attack easily with the swords held in my hands.

"That all you got?" I said, a smirk on my face.

(I just wanna touch him and kiss him and cuddle him but he hates me.)

He wiped the blood from his lip. I internally cringed at the fact that I had hurt him, but outwardly let out a sharp laugh.

"You're weak." I said. He rolled his neck, bones cracking.

- We had always hated each other. That's just how it worked. Endless names, insults, punches.

"I could crush you."

"Are you that fucking slow?"

"Oh sorry, I thought it was just a bug."

"Get out of my sight."

And many more, including some very.... Colourful ones.

I honestly didn't hate him. I used to, but eventually I grew tired. Then my feelings kicked in, and I was fucked. But I knew I couldn't do shit. He hated me. So I continued pressing his buttons, driving him to the edge.-

"Try me, fucker." He said, repositions his sword and leaping towards me. I brought my swords to block him but he just leaped and stepped gently onto them before bringing his sword to slash at my back.

Oh shit.

Reflexes kicking in I flung my swords to the side and grabbed the blade of his between my hands, halting his swing.
Ow.

His eyes widened as he fell directly on top of me, a squeak leaving him as he landed on my chest, face centimetres from mine. We lay in shock for a few moments before he gasped softly, eyes trained on the back of my neck.

Shit.

On my neck lay a love tattoo. Not the one I was born with, but someone else's. His.

A small white love heart, surrounded in black.
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Alec's POV
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My eyes widened further as I saw the small white love heart surrounded in black that adorned the base of the back of Magnus' neck, identical to the one that lay on my ankle bone.

(He felt... He felt the same...?)

He blushed, turning his head away, not meeting my eyes.

"You're probably disgusted with me, I know. I just... I don't hate you. I used to, but now... Well, you know. If you get up, I'll leave you alone." He said, voice uncharacteristically soft, shy, quiet, hell, scared. I looked at him, closely.
His black curls were swept back a bit, plastered onto his head with sweat. His usually light complexion was almost crimson, and I could see the flash of growing tears in his eyes.

(He's not aloud to be sad.)

And then I kissed him.

Almost immediately his mouth moved against mine, slow at first then becoming passionate.

We pulled apart when a soft almost moan escaped my lips. He looked up at me, pupils blown wide.

"Alec, please don't fuck with my feelin-" I cut him off with a small kiss before I brought a hand up to pull down my shirt. Right below my collarbone lay a large black heart, identical to the one on his ankle. He smiled, bringing a hand to my cheek and reconnecting our lips.

{for those of you like wtf a love tattoo is when you are born with a tattoo that's unique to you, but when someone falls in love with you, your tattoo appears somewhere on them and vice versa if you fall in love with someone. If that makes any sense.}