Malec One Shots

As the Dust Settles

Takes place the morning after 2x20
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"I don't think I can live without you."

"You know what isn't an understatement?"

"What do you say we get out of here?"

Alec replayed the previous night's events in his head. He'd woken up early that morning, beside a sleeping Magnus, something he feared wouldn't happen again. For at least an hour, he'd been staring in awe at the beautiful man beside him.

Alec's thoughts had wandered, over the hour, to the night before.

Making up, going home with Magnus, their attempt at talking before things got heated and they gave up on any seriousness. Magnus promised they'd speak in the morning. Alec dreaded it but he also knew it was necessary in order to put things behind them.

"I can feel your eyes drilling a hole into my forehead," Magnus mumbled, sounding very much awake.

Alec smiled, brushing a strand of hair from said forehead. "Maybe I just like looking at you," Alec whispered in return.

"Obsessively, for an hour? Alexander that borders on creepy. You're lucky I kind of have a thing for you so I don't mind," was Magnus' reply, murmured into his pillow.

Of course he'd been awake. He'd probably woken up before Alec and had been doing the same thing. Alec chuckled. "So you've been up this whole time." Magnus reaching out and pulling him close confirmed Alec's suspicions. "Well then, you must be getting hungry. Breakfast?" Alec asked, hoping to postpone the "talk".

Alec could feel Magnus' lips curl into a smile against his chest. The warlock tilted his head up to meet Alec's gaze. "Mmm. Are we feeling like Paris or Barcelona this morning?"

"How about your kitchen?" Alec rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's extravagance, "I'll make us pancakes."

While a fancy breakfast sounded great, Alec wanted to do something special for Magnus. He wanted to show the older man that he was appreciated, loved. After everything, Alec just wanted a small bit of domesticity back to reassure him that this was real. That he had his love back.

"Uh oh. Should I trust the cooking of someone so closely related to Isabelle Lightwood?" Magnus teased, grinning, and pulling Alec out of his thoughts.

"Shut up, you love my pancakes," Alec mocked offence.

They both laughed at that, pressing their foreheads together, breathing each other in. Magnus pressed his lips to Alec's nose quickly, before getting out of bed and searching something to cover himself.

Their clothes from the night before were scattered across the floor. Magnus waved his hand and they were neatly folded on the end of the bed. He settled for his go-to blue robe and sweat pants.

"I believe pancakes were offered?" He turned to Alec who still lay in bed looking slightly disappointed at the lack of company.

"See? You love them," Alec laughed, all other feelings fading away.

"Not the only thing I love," the warlock singsonged on his way out of the room. Alec stared after him fondly before he too got up and headed to the kitchen.
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Half an hour later the two men sat across the kitchen island from each other, eating the pancakes that Magnus all but begged Alec to add chocolate chips to.

The island was thin enough to lean over and easily access each other's lips every few minutes.

"So..." Magnus looked up from his plate hesitantly after the finished eating.