Malec One Shots

34. King (AU)

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Song ~ Alberto Rosende - Royal Blue
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Alec sat back in his bed, his bed that was lavish and piled up with silk blankets, and groaned. He should be happy, really. Today was the day he was crowned as king of Idris. He'd never really dealt with anything professional, he just left meetings and made excuses to get outside. He wasn't looking forward to it as much as he let on. He had to make it sound like he was, as him being crowned was 'a blessing to the kingdom'. Not that Alec cared all that much. He cared about his kingdoms wellbeing of course, and oncoming wars and conflicts, but he really didn't think he was cut out for it. Also, he was gay. What king liked boys? What sort of leader would he be? His dad wouldn't let him know, as all gay men in the kingdom were executed on notice. No negotiation. Even if it was a rumour. Alec curled further into his sheets, and heard the latch on his door click open and then the smooth creak of the door. "Big brother.. Wake up!" Alec heard his little sister, then felt her. She was yanking the sheets off his bed one by one, trying to be as much of a nuisance as possible.

His little sister Isabelle was only a few years younger, but already proved her potential. She could already speak seven languages fluently, could fight better than any knight in the kingdom (minus Alec) and managed to keep her hair and clothes neat and clean while doing so. After peeling back the final blanket over Alec's head she closed her fingers around Alec's ear, and pulled. The heir shrieked and rolled out of bed, clutching his ear when Isabelle had let go. "What was that for!?" Alec shot her a glare, and she just smiled and straightened out her petticoat. "You're already late for breakfast. Father wants to talk as well. About the ball tonight." "Ball? Why?" Alec scrunched his face up. Isabelle laughed. "Balls are fun. There's music and dancing and tipsy cake. Not to mention handsome suitors." She flicked a black curl from her face. Alec stood up and shoved her on the shoulder. "No suitors. None." He held a finger up at her. She pouted. "But I'm old enough!" "And I'm your big brother, now go and let me dress." Alec waved her off, and she stomped out in her heeled slippers. She slammed the door behind her too, and Alec heard a shriek when she tried to walk off and realised she'd trapped her hair in the door. He snorted. After dressing in his coronation clothes he ran down flights of stairs to the dining room. It was a lavish hall with one single dining table in the centre. It would be moved out for the ball though. There, sat at the table was his sister Princess Isabelle, his mother Queen Maryse, and his father King Robert. Alec darted forward towards the table, snatching a slice of toast from Isabelle's dainty little hands and munching on it. She let out a hiss. "Mother why does he get to do that?" She got a pat on the head. "Because today is his day. You'll get yours soon." Alec laughed.

The day was busy. Not for Alec, of course. He got to chill out. When it was the time for the crowning, everyone gathered in the hall. People from other regions and kingdoms were there, including the Royal family of Downworld. Idris and Downworld were always feuding, and this was a day for the newly crowned king of Downworld to settle things with the newly crowned king of Idris. His name was Magnus. Magnus Bane. Black hair styled up in spikes, black smudging his eyes. Alec would be lying if he said he didn't find the new king attractive. Alec walked into the room, everyone stood in rows to watch him. His cobalt blue cape flowed behind him, his tunic belted a little too tightly around his waist. He could cope not breathing for a while. He kneeled before Robert, who planted the crown on Alec's head. He then started to talk.

"Do you Alexander Gideon Lightwood, heir to the throne of Idris, promise to sacrifice almost everything for your kingdom? Do you swear to protect and at times discipline your kingdom in times of despair? Do you pledge your undying loyalty to serving your land and people?" He had his jaw set and eyes steely as he watched Alec's hands shake at his sides. Alec placed a hand over his heart. "I Alexander Gideon Lightwood, heir to the throne of Idris, promise to sacrifice almost everything for my kingdom. I swear to protect and at times discipline my kingdom in times of despair. I pledge my undying loyalty to serving my land and people." Alec chanted, keeping eye contact with his father who was rather intimidating at this point. Robert held a hand out, and Alec took it to stand. His father engulfed him in a hug. When they pulled apart Robert moved so Alec was the centre of attention. "Cheer for your new king!" He said, and the crowd applauded.

When the ball was ready, Alec had changed clothes. He'd swapped his coronation outfit for a party one. He had a white cotton shirt on, with a gold and white tunic over the top. His white trousers matched too. His black hair was the only dark thing he had other than his shoes. He looked paler than usual in white, his skin nearly matched the clothing. He made sure his belt wasn't too tight like it was earlier during the coronation, and left his room to get to the ball. When he pushed through the doors he was met with cheers and shouts of appreciation. He wasn't fawned over forever though, and his eyes met with the king of Downworld from across the room. He had his black hair spiked up as always, and wore a black shirt and tunic with silver detailing. He wore basically the opposite of Alec. White and gold versus black and silver. What was next? Grey and platinum? Alec turned to pick up a fluted crystal glass filled with some sort of pink bubbly liquid, and took a sip. He didn't drink alcohol, and when asked about what drink he wanted for the ball just answered pink lemonade. When he looked up from the glass, he saw Magnus sat on one of the many seats in the ballroom. Comfortable, leather, matching the mint green walls. Alec gulped the rest of his lemonade down and swept across the room towards Magnus. A woman was on his left, and a man on his right. Both were trying to undo his belt, and he was just sat there. How could he be so provocative? As the king of Downworld he should be mature and ready to settle down with a suitable princess or duchess or whatever he took a fancy in. As long as she had royal blood in her she was fine. Alec smiled kindly at Magnus, and he moved the man and woman aside to stand up face-to-face with Alec. The new king's cheeks flamed pink. They were the same shade as the pink lemonade on the other side of the room. "I'd like to talk about the conflict between our kingdoms." Alec started, then got confused as he felt something against his lips. Magnus had pushed one of his fingers to Alec's mouth to silence him. The king stepped back. "How dare you!" "Now, now. We can arrange meetings for that. For now, dance with me." Magnus winked, and Alec felt the tips of his ears turn from pink to red. "We're both men! And kings! We can't." Alec regained his composure. Magnus stepped closer. "Well we can always go somewhere else." He blinked slow, and Alec glanced at his feet for a second before looking back up. When he did he was taken aback. He knew Downworld was an unusual kingdom, but to see the king was a warlock was just crazy. He had golden eyes that had slits for pupils. Like a cat's. Alec took Magnus by the hand and led him out of the hall. They stopped at a door on the far end of the corridor, and Alec let Magnus in. It was a lounge. It looked like it hadn't been used for ages. Alec switched the light on, and the glow of Magnus' gold eyes faded. Magnus waved a hand, and music started playing from nowhere. No band, nothing. Alec figured he'd manipulated the reach of the music from the original ballroom.

Magnus swept forward, and Alec landed in his arms. Magnus held Alec's right hand, and placed his other on Alec's shoulder. Alec's hand was on Magnus's waist. The two swayed for a hit to the song, stepping back and forward to the song. After a while Alec couldn't bear the silence, even though it was comfortable. "Why dance with me, when I'm a boy?" He pushed out and felt Magnus' soft, musical laughter on his lips. "Because I like you, your highness. I like your boldness, your adventurous spirit. And also you're very pretty." Alec bit his lower lip. Magnus's stare changed from one of content to one that Alec couldn't recognise, one that made him look hungry and more attractive than Alec thought. The two stared at each other for a few seconds, before Alec moved his hand from Magnus' waist up to his hair. He wrung a hand through Magnus' surprisingly soft hair, and sighed. He then did something even he didn't know was possible. He pulled the king in and kissed him. His lips were wet and soft and everything Alec dreamed of in someone. They moved with his, in time, in pace. It was breathtaking. Magnus was taken aback. He didn't expect Alec to just do that out of the blue, but he wasn't arguing. Just as Magnus slid his hand down Alec's shoulder to grip at his arm, Alec pulled away abruptly. "We shouldn't.." He muttered, his lips a little shiny. Magnus hissed a breath through his teeth. "We should, your highness." He leaned in again, capturing Alec's lips within his again. This time it was sweeter because both knew what to do. Alec, not so much though. Magnus was his first kiss as weird as it sounded, and Alec wasn't regretting it at all. Alec pulled Magnus closer by pulling his hair, and the warlock let out a groan that was instantaneously swallowed by Alec. By the time Alec was running out of breath, Magnus was working the belt around Alec's waist open, and it unbuckled relatively easily. Alec pulled away after that, breathing heavily. "What if someone walks in?" He coughed, and Magnus raised a hand. It was engulfed with blue flames and sparks. Alec heard the lock click. "No one will now." He lost himself in Alec's lips again, and the blue-eyed king pushed up into the touch.

After that night, Idris and Downworld weren't warring anymore.