Malec One Shots

36. Things

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Song ~ Coldplay - Magic
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There are certain little things that Alec and Magnus do, that just make each other melt. Here I will list a few.

1. Please, for me?

Whenever Magnus wants something, something that Alec could get just as easily as himself, he says "Please, for me?" And it makes Alec turn to jelly. Alec and Magnus were in the institute. Both were sat in the library, Magnus sat cross-legged in one of the sofas wearing a copper coloured silk dress shirt and loose black dress trousers. Alec was laid beside him, his head in Magnus' lap. The warlock was running his hands through Alec's hair, while reading using the other hand. "Alexander?" He broke the silence. Alec peered up at him from behind the book binding, and Magnus' heart throbbed at the puppy eyes his boyfriend gave for no particular reason. "Can you reach up there and get me that book?" He pointed at a high shelf across the room. Alec sighed. Magnus pouted slightly. "Please, for me?" He whispered. Alec bit his lip. "Don't do that." He said back, his voice a begging tone. "What?" Magnus was taken aback. "You think whenever you say 'Please, for me?' That I'll just do anything you want." Said Alec. Magnus looked down at him, his glamour fading to show those cat eyes of his. "Please, for me?" Magnus said again, and Alec got to his feet. "Okay." He murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to his beautiful, amazing boyfriend's lips.

2. Magnus' nicknames.

Magnus never have it a second thought. He'd always given little nicknames to people he was acquainted with and Alexander Gideon Lightwood, his boyfriend, was no exception. He'd let it a 'darling' or a 'love' or a 'pumpkin' here and there, maybe even a 'my dear' once or twice. And they all made Alec's face flame up like a newly drawn rune. It was adorable. Magnus and Alec laid in bed. It was morning, and for the past half an hour Magnus had been trying to pull from his shadowhunter boyfriend's embrace to get dressed and get to meetings. Alec was having none of that. Finally, Magnus disentangled himself from Alec's body, and was prying his hands off of his waist when Alec woke up. He reached out again, gripping onto Magnus' forearms, and pulled him back into the heat of his body and the cosy silk sheets. Magnus' mouth was above Alec's ear, and the shadowhunter was already wrapping himself around Magnus. Magnus tried pulling back again, and failed. Alec was really something, and if was getting increasingly harder for Magnus to pull away, whether he wanted to or not. "Come on, I have to get to work, my little dumpling." He murmured, and he felt Alec's cheeks flame against his face. "Magnus!" His muffled cry sounded from beneath the sheets, and Magnus just chuckled as he was let go. "I love you, sweetpea." He said as he rooted through his wardrobe for something to wear.

3. Distracting each other.

Another thing Magnus and Alec did, was distract one another when one was meant to go. In one way or another, it would happen. One time, Magnus was called out for an urgent warlock meeting. He pulled his corduroy jacket on, standing beside the coat rack next to the front door. He was staring at the chandelier in the main room, and then stared at Alec who had walked around the corner to him. He smiled. Opening the door, Alec reached him and pulled him in for a kiss. "For courage." Alec had said. It was what Magnus thought was a chaste kiss, but it turned into something Magnus didn't know he wanted. It was fierce, full of power, and he found himself not wanting to pull away. He lost himself in Alec's lips, Alec's bubblegum pink, searing hot lips, and kicked the front door back shut. He turned Alec and slammed him against the wall quite hard. The shadowhunter wasn't arguing. Magnus made short work of Alec's button up shirt, and was too busy licking at Alec's deflect rune to notice he was going to be late to the meeting. When he did finally realise, he attempted to pull from Alec's lips. He just wrapped his arms around Magnus even tighter, and kissed him even more passionately. It was difficult for Magnus to stop. Alec was like a drug; the good kind of drug. The one that had people seeing stars and contemplating the universe.