The 'Malec' chronicles
Set after City of Heavenly Fire, Alec and Magnus are set on making every minute they have together count. This includes a snowy Christmas morning, a day dedicated to mindless pranks and regrets and the case of the missing chairman.
These are short stories dreamt up by me, a fan-fictioner who ships Malec! I used to be H2Ojustaddwatertales.
Christmas at Magnus's
"You're not stepping a shadowhunting toe outside without your new scarf."
Magnus sashayed over to his boyfriend who had innocently lain a hand on the door handle of the apartment.
"New scarf?" Alec eyed the warlock suspiciously.
It would've been easier to spot the gift clutched in Magnus's slender fingers if Magnus had not been sporting violet snow boots, tight black pants and an eye-burningly bright jacket the colour of stop lights and sunsets. His black hair has been smoothed down over his head and needed a trim.
Magnus slipped a soft, silken length of fleecy fabric around Alec's neck, knotting it deftly and tugging the ends to draw Alec into the curve of his body. Distracted by the intensity of Magnus's cat-eyed gaze, Alec mumbled a quick thank you.
"It's blue…not pink," he smiled slightly.
"I have long since given up trying to sneak pink into your wardrobe, Alexander," Magnus said.
He pressed a soft, warm kiss to Alec's mouth, allowing himself to linger. Alec could smell sandalwood, the scent so familiar and warm. He brushed his thumb along Magnus's jaw before pulling back and hiding a smile.
"I haven't got you anything yet," Alec said.
Magnus waved a hand, "I shall wait patiently and be surprised."
Alec slipped his fingers in between Magnus's and wondered at how many rings he had managed to slip onto his fingers, chunky silver and onyx studded pretties hugged up against each other.
Magnus closed the door behind them as they exited the apartment and they jogged quickly down the steps, pushing out into the cold, winter Brooklyn air. The wind bit at their faces, nippy and sharp but refreshing. Alec felt it like a slap but it turned out to be the sting of snow hitting him in the cheek.
A cry of victory sounded from behind a mound of sculpted snow. Alec scowled, peering through the winter wonderland –the whole street was blanketed in crisp whiteness- glimpsing a flash of gold hair.
"Jace!" Alec tugged Magnus over to the barrier of snow.
Jace was curled up behind the mound, giggling like a school girl, Clary and her wild, flaming red hair blazing against the snowy ground from where she had huddled up out of sight.
"I'm sorry, Alec. He made me do it."
"And it was a beautiful shot. We're all very proud," Jace grinned.
"I'm not," Alec said.
"Alexander, I believe this calls for war," Magnus murmured mischievously, his warm breath tickling Alec's ear.
"Unfair," Clary protested, "Magnus can use magic. I'm not have a snowball fight with a high warlock."
"I swear on your pretty red head I will play fair," Magnus said, "Vengeance will be all the more sweeter when you lose."
"I smell a challenge," Jace declared, popping up to size up his competition.
Alec was already strategizing, wondering how long it would take to craft a snow fort before they got pummelled by snowballs.
"Prepare to be vanquished," Jace said and disappeared.
"Take cover," Alec dragging Magnus backwards and they positioned themselves by the front door to the apartments.
Clary grinned at them from her protective snow fort and Alec released Magnus's hand to scrape together a clumsy snow ball. Jace assaulted them and Alec ducked, flinging his snowball as hard as he could. It went wide, missing Clary's ducking head by a couple of inches. Return fire nailed Alec in the stomach and legs.
"I'm going to construct a fort!" Magnus announced, "Cover me."
A boyish gleam made his cat eyes glow and Alec smiled; Magnus looked so youthful, nothing like a 400 year old Warlock, aged by experience and years.
"If you're putting on a precision rune I swear I'll get you, Jace Lightwood!" Alec cried and threw another fluffy missile, a snowball that resembled Chairman Meow curled up.
Jace cried out and Alec grinned, "Victory for team- Uh…"
"Alec!" Magnus grabbed his boyfriend and pulled him into the safety of the snow fort.
Alec raised an eyebrow at Magnus; the fort had grown in no time, a solid wall of snow tall enough for them to both fold up behind.
"So I cheated a little bit," Magnus shrugged.
Alec smirked and drew together an arsenal of snowballs.
"Come on, let's get them," he said.
The four of them retired to Magnus's apartment covered in snow, delicate flakes collecting in their hair from the light flurry that had whipped through the street at the climax of the fight.
"Drop your coats by the door, the carpet'll dry," Magnus said.
He flicked his fingers towards a large fireplace and the logs caught alight in bright colours of green, pink and blue fire. Clary smiled at the colourful dancing flames. Magnus's apartment had a lodge feel to it; the grand fire place stood before two large, brown leather sofas, draped with quilts. The rugs were fake fur and the only thing missing was a stag's head mounted on the wall.
Alec dropped his boots by the door and peeled off his snowy jacket, shaking out his black hair. Jace was reclining on one of the sofas, waiting eagerly for a hot chocolate. Magnus was banging around in the kitchen and Alec caught the whiff of melting chocolate. Soon enough, steaming mugs were drifting into the lounge, floating impossibly towards Clary and Jace who had curled up together. Clary accepted her mug gratefully, the heat of the drink warming her chilled hands.
Alec scooped up Chairman Meow, the fluffy bundle purring softly as Alec cradled him, fingers scratching behind the cat's ears.
"It still smells of sandalwood in here," Jace mused.
"I kind of like it," Clary said.
"Thanks, Biscuit," Magnus said, reappearing.
Somehow, he had changed into a lucid green dressing gown. Alec blushed.
Magnus stretched out on the sofa and the Chairman leapt from Alec's arms to scramble over Magnus and sit on top of his head, flexing his claws.
"Ow," Magnus pouted.
Alec leant back, falling into Magnus's chest. Magnus stroked Alec's hair back from his forehead.
"Oh god, here we go," Jace said, taking a long slurp of hot chocolate.
"It's my apartment and I shall stroke my boyfriend when I please," Magnus said.
"Excuse me?" Alec blushed.
"Shh," Magnus smiled.
End of part one.