[A/N] Alright, so this is just basically a bunch of one-shots for fun - if they contain any lemon or M rated language, i'll let you know. but besides some suggestive remarks and lots of glitter, I think this one's safe. Enjoy!
Magnus' apartment was always a surprise. Alec never knew what to expect when he climbed up the familiar creaky stairs to his boyfriend's ever-changing room.
Today, after he turned his key - the key he'd had to stop himself from flaunting around because it was, in fact, his own key into his boyfriend's apartment - into the lock and pushed the door open with the side of his hip, he stopped. And stared. The two coffees he was holding nearly clattered to the floor.
He tried not to gape at the scene in front of him. The walls were painted dark green, a mess of what should have been potted plants, but were merely messy clumps of dirt and roots, scattered around the room, and was that a live animal?
Sure enough, after it spotted him, the bundle of fur scampered away. Alec was guessing by the quick glance he got that it was a mole, but he couldn't have been sure. It had dissapeared into the brush too quickly. "Magnus?" He called out hesitantly.
"Ha!" In a blur, the eighteen year old Shadowhunter was knocked onto the ground, the coffee cups bursting open and spilling scalding liquid all over the floor - and caking Alec. He swore and rolled over, batting at the steaming drink to try and cool down his burning skin.
Tawny eyes stared back at him, an arrogant smirk in front of him. "Jace, what the hell?!" He sputtered, the coffee ignored. A few months ago, being this close to his parabatai would have sent a mix of feelings through him. But ever since the demon wards had been taken down in Alicante almost a year ago, he'd been able to come to terms with his crush on Jace and focus solely on his relationship with Magnus.
"Your disco ball of a boyfriend invited me over to play some sort of game he had set up." Jace rolled off the ground and dusted off his pants, running a hand through his blonde locks, "When I got here, the place was like this. He didn't tell you what was going on, did he?"
"Was that obvious?" Alec grumbled and smacked the hand Jace offered him, picking himself of the ground without his help, "What the hell is going on?"
"Survivor of the fittest." The younger Shadowhunter grinned at him, "Everyone's here. Clary and Isabelle tag teamed the instant they stepped foot inside and Magnus dragged Lewis off with him, saying something about how if he was going to be a blood-sucking monster, he had to look the part." Jace shrugged, "I've been waiting for you to show up."
Everyone? Alec groaned internally and looked around. "Partners?" The two clapped hands in agreement and walked around, eyes flicking over every nook and cranny someone could be hiding in. Magnus' apartment wasn't that big, which made the fact that they hadn't stumbled upon anybody twenty minutes later incredibly surprising.
Sounds of a scuffle alerted the pair to where Clary and Simon were dualing with each other, although it was obvious Clary had the upper hand - her shadowhunter training was being overseen by Jace, who wouldn't let them joke around, so she was actually learning. Pair that with the fact that the poor vampire kept getting his cape tangled around his legs - apparently Magnus actually had dressed him up for the occasion - and he didn't have a chance.
After a few moments, he fell to the ground and Clary took the kill, jumping up and 'stabbing' him with a small plastic knife the warlock had probably conjured up for the event. In moments, the man himself appeared, dirt smeared across his cheek, hair pulled into a small ponytail on the top of his head, and his dark eyeliner illuminating his cat eyes. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and his chest was bare. After winking at Alec, he began to spar with Isabelle. Jace and Alec joined the throng and began smacking around.
He hadn't even realized the amount of fun he was having until he was dragged away, the smell of sandalwood coating him. Alec smiled lightly and allowed himself to be pulled away into Magnus' bedroom, which, like the rest of the house, was done up to look like some sort of jungle. Magnus bat a hanging vine out of his way and turned around, grinning widely.
"Sorry about the last minute change of plans, I know we were supposed to be having a quiet night watching movies, but Survivor came on and I couldn't help myself."
Alec shook his head in exasperation, though he was still smiling, "Trust you to switch everything at the last moment. This is quite romantic." The sarcasm was heavy in his voice.
"What's not romantic about stabbing your friends and boyfriend with plastic swords?"
"It concerns me that you have to ask that."
"Would you have prefered I got real swords?"
He sighed, "I would have prefered - " His sentence was cut off as Magnus moved forward and captured his lips mid-sentence, pulling him flush against him. It always amazed him how the two of them seemed to fit so perfectly together, as if in all of the years Magnus had been alive, it had always been for him. Alec liked the thought.
Feeling bold, his fingers skimmed the lean stomach in front of him, feeling his muscle's tighten at the light brushes. Their mouth's curled up against each other's in sync, the warlock's hands tangling in Alec's black hair. He sighed in content.
After a moment, the door smashed open, and the two pulled apart to see the rest of the group staring at them. Jace was laughing hysterically while Clary tried to shush him, Simon looked sick, and Isabelle had one eyebrow quirked.
"I don't think that's how Survivor works." Alec's sister crossed her arms with a bemused expression on her face.
"Maybe we've just been playing it wrong." Jace grinned at Clary and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Simon gagged at the two of them.
"Alright kiddies." Magnus flicked his hands, blue sparks lighting the air, "Time to get out. We're playing a new game."
Alec turned to him, confused, "Are we now?"
"It's called Sex in the City." His grin widened, "And we're taking it literally."
Simon was the first out the door.