A Merry Malec Christmas

Magnus Clause

        "Magnus, I'm home," Alec called out as he closed the apartment door behind him when he stepped inside. He shook off his coat before hanging it up and shook the snowflakes out of his raven hair.

        "I'll be out in a minute, darling!" Magnus's voice called from the bedroom. Either that, or the bathroom that connected to the bedroom. Alec stepped out of his boots and padded into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. He was still rather thankful for the coffee maker that he talked the warlock into buying. He wasn't to blame for feeling slightly uncomfortable with Magnus just conjuring up a stolen cup of coffee or tea. Plus, he felt rather special that Magnus had actually bought one since it was mainly for Alec himself. It warmed him inside in a way the coffee he was drinking couldn't.

        Before long, Magnus walked out of his bedroom and Alec turned... Only to nearly spit out the coffee in his mouth. He managed to gulp it down, even though it somewhat hurt to do so. His blue eyes nearly fell out of his head.

        "Magnus! By the Angel, what are you wearing?!" he asked, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

        "What? Don't like it?" Magnus looked down at what he was wearing. He honestly believed he looked like Santa Clause. He even managed to make the red coat protrude slightly to give him a belly that appeared to be 'a bowl full of jelly' as some mundanes said. The warlock grinned and stroked his long, white beard before walked over to his boyfriend.

        Alec didn't know what to say. The man looked rather ridiculous, but... There was something else. He reached out and touched the beard and gave it a small tug.

        "Ouch! Alexander! Don't pull it!"

        "By the Angel, is it real?!"

        "Of course it is! I'm not some cheap Santa Clause!"

        "Why are you... What?" Alec honestly didn't know what to say. He then looked up at the eyes of his boyfriend, and his eyes widened further.

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        "Alexander, are you ready yet? We're going to miss him if you don't hurry along," Maryse called up the steps. Before long, Alec came running down the steps, nearly tripping over the one-size-too-big of snowboots on his feet. He was no more than five years old, and his mother was standing there with a small smile on her face, holding a giggling Isabelle, that was around three years old. Even for her age, her black hair was long and framed her face.

        "Sorry, Mom," Alec muttered when he reached the bottom of his steps. He had been asking his mother what this 'Santa Clause' that he heard mundanes speaking of was all about, and Maryse had told him she would take both Alec and Isabelle to see him. The three of them left the Institute (Robert had some business to attend to), and made their way to Brooklyn, where they would find this Santa Clause man.

        Before long, they arrived at a small, white building with a red door and a green roof. It was decorated with colorful and twinkling lights and there were large nutcracker statues on either side of the door. Alec, who had grown eager, peered into the door to see a large man in a red coat with fluffy white trim and a black leather belt. He had a long white beard that covered his mouth and blended with his snowy white hair that sat under a red and white hat. There was also a small girl sitting on his lap, giggling, while a younger boy was crying and reaching for his parents. Was this Santa Clause?

        Just then, the door opened, and out came the family that was inside. The boy had stopped crying and was burying his red face into his mother's neck, clutching her tightly. The girl was rambling about how she couldn't wait for her unicorn to come.