Summary: Sweet and sour Malec drabbles/prompts/oneshots. Whatever floats your boat. Ranges from fluff, mature content, to angst.
- I've never actually dabbled into all this drabble-prompt business. So I'll take a whack at it.
This prompt was taken from LJ's 64 Damn Prompts, which can be found here: http : / / community . livejournal . com / 64damn _ prompts / profile (remove spaces)
Prompt: 2 a.m.
"Alec."
His eyelids felt heavy, his entire body sluggish. His limbs were stiff and feeble, unyielding to the gentle tugs on his hair and the prods to his bare shoulder. He couldn't even curl his fist yet, that's how exhausted he was.
'Stop it,' he wanted to say, but his lips were sealed shut. 'Stop poking me!' Seriously, who ever was poking him needed to get a smackdown, or whatever that was. He heard Jace shouting it the other day during one of their training sessions. That boy said the strangest things...
"Alec, wakey-wakey, baby." The voice was low and heady, with a husky, raspy undertone to it, and if the voice hadn't been so serene, Alec would have felt slightly more aggravated.
There was a gentle brush of something warm and soft over the thin skin along his throat, so fleeting and chaste that it felt more like a hot breeze than anything else. With much reluctance, Alec opened his eyes and stared sleepily up at Magnus, who was bent over him and gently kissing his throat, pressing glossed lips flush to the teen's pulse.
Though his mind was still hazy from sleep, Alec blushed at the unbridled intimacy of the action and turned his head, effectively extricating Magnus from his throat. The warlock drew away marginally and grinned, nuzzling his nose along Alec's cheek.
"What are you doing?" Alec grunted, weakly pushing at Magnus' chest. Alec's fingers came away glittery and sparkly. He halfheartedly glared up at the Downworlder, shaking his hand free of glitter.
"I'm kissing you awake. I thought it was rather obvious," Magnus drawled, leaning in once more to peck at the corner of Alec's mouth. "You look like a baby Koala when you wake up. Adorable."
"I'm sleepy," Alec groaned, ignoring the comment. His voice had a lilting quality to it, thick and soupy, as though he couldn't quite let a word through. His eyelids fluttered. He shied away from Magnus' attempts at kissing him and shimmied underneath the coverlet, pulling it high over his head. Alec heard an affronted scoff come from above him.
"Are you hiding from me, Alexander?" Magnus queried, appalled. Alec felt the warlock's weight settle onto his body more firmly, willowy arms wrapping around his sides. "Get up, sweet stuff."
"No," Alec quipped childishly, his voice sounding muffled through the coverlet. "Go away and let me sleep."
"Do I need to remind you that you're sleeping in my bed?" Magnus breathed. He brought blue tinted nails to the hem of the coverlet and gently peeled it down, revealing pale eyes that glowered up at him through unkempt bangs.
"Boo," Magnus whispered, grinning.
"What time is it?" Alec grumbled, flushing when Magnus' fingers deftly brushed a few strands of hair away from the boy's face.
"One in the morning," Magnus replied airily, still tidying Alec's hair.
"What?" Alec rasped, eyes widening. He turned on his side, away from his boyfriend and his relentless nit-picking, and closed his eyes. It was one in the morning, and Magnus was rousing him from sleep. "Why in the heck are you waking me up at one in the morning?"
This was beyond irritating. Earlier in the day, he had had to exterminate a colony of arachnid demons, narrowly getting bitten by one, which was entirely Jace's fault by the way. Boy Wonder had called one of the female demons a quote on quote, "nasty bitch", and instead of going for Jace, the demon had whipped around and slashed at Alec. Talk about a complete 360. Needless to say, his muscles ached and his body was sore and tired - he just wanted a full night's sleep. Was that so much to ask?
"I want to show you something," Magnus started. He rolled off of Alec and laid down by the teen's side, facing him. Alec didn't acknowledge his presence, anchoring his eyes to the mattress. Magnus poked the Alec's nose.
"Argh!" Alec grunted, flipping onto his stomach. His face pressed into his pillow. "Show me later."
He felt Magnus scoot closer. "Please?" he whispered, his mouth right beside Alec's ear. The Shadowhunter shivered and pivoted his head, peering across at the warlock with one eye.
"Why can't you show me later?" Alec sighed. The blankets were just too warm, the mattress and pillow too soft and downy. Couldn't Magnus see he was trying to lose himself in the tangle of blankets and sleep? Clearly not, because Magnus began running his spindly fingers down Alec's bare back, the supple pads of his fingers running circular motions along the heated, raised skin. Magnus wrapped one arm around him, bringing the teen close to his slender chest. Alec stared up at Magnus lazily, frowning.
"I promise, it'll be worth it," Magnus crooned. "And if it isn't, then I'll let you punish me in any way you desire. Deal?"
Alec rolled his eyes at the implications of that deal- how very Magnus. Grunting, Alec slowly heaved himself up from the bed, rubbing at his eyes with his hands. He let a yawn escape his mouth as threw his legs over the edge of the mattress.
This was insane. What was so important that Magnus had to drag him out of bed at one a clock in the morning? Alec didn't go waking up Magnus in the middle night. Alec didn't even realize he was muttering under his breath until Magnus gently chided, "You should really stop that, babe. I can't understand a thing." Alec scowled over his shoulder. Then, the warlock flung himself from the bed and sauntered across the room.
Alec noted that Magnus was already groomed and dressed, donning a pair of tight pinstripe skinny jeans and a fluttering magenta tank that cut off right above his hip, revealing caramel skin underneath. His inky black hair was choppy and layered, waxed into soft tufts and spikes that crowned his head and fell down in fine strands along his throat.
"You're bright and shiny," Alec grumbled, picking himself up from the bed. He trudged across the room wearily, nearly bumping into Magnus' vanity.
"Why yes dear, I am, but I'm not crazy enough to drive around in a cult-bus looking for the nearest boy in a bubble," Magnus smiled, leaning against one of his dressers.
"What?" Alec queried, tilting his head.
"I take it you haven't seen Bubble Boy?" Magnus asked, arching a brow. Alec had absolutely no idea what the other was talking about. Something about boys and bubbles? What? At Alec's incredulous expression, Magnus added, "You know, the boy in the bubble that supposedly has a weak immune system?"
There was a lengthy silence. Alec bit at his lower lip.
"Wouldn't it pop?" Alec asked slowly, groping about the dark for his pants. At the answer, Magnus laughed and strode towards Alec, scooping the teen into his arms.
"Cute," the Downworlder quipped. With a flick of his wrist, the lights blared on, temporarily blinding Alec. The Shadowhunter hissed under his breath and buried his head into Magnus' chest. "Anyway, I've picked your clothes out for you."
"Thanks, mom," Alec mumbled. Magnus released Alec and trotted towards a chair on the opposite side of the room, where a neat pile of clothes sat folded on the seat. Magnus picked at the clothes, holding up two shirts, one in each hand.
"So, which shade do you prefer, black or black?" Magnus smirked, holding the articles of clothing aloft. Alec's face flushed and he let out a scowl.
"You're making fun of me," Alec said through gritted teeth, crossing his arms over his bare chest.
"Well, it's really hard not to," Magnus appeased, settling with the shirt on the left, which looked exactly like the one in his other hand. They were both drab and dreary and painfully monotone. "You dress like you're about to shoot an MCR video, sans make-up and dyed hair."
"I don't even know what that is," Alec defended quietly, kicking at the floor with his toe.
Discarding the other shirt, Magnus closed the distance and draped the winning tee over Alec's shoulder. Alec stared up at the other, still marveling at the impressive height difference. Magnus was incredibly tall, like a tower, and whenever the warlock loomed over him with that signature feline grin across his lips, Alec couldn't help but feel trapped, in a good way. It secretly thrilled him to have Magnus towering over him like that, but he'd never tell Magnus that.
"But I love you just the same, lack of fashion sense and all," Magnus smiled, running a finger down the side of Alec's face. "Alright Sleeping Beauty, get dressed, and quick. Your pants are hanging in the bathroom."
Magnus nearly shoved Alec out into the hallway. Alec shuffled sluggishly down the hall, all the while muttering under his breath.
After a few moments to himself in the bathroom, putting on the black t-shirt and shimmying into a pair of faded denim jeans, he stepped out into the hallway, only to have his wrist snatched. Magnus dragged him down the hall into the living room, releasing his arm when they stopped behind the couch.
"You might want to put on your sweater. It's rather nippy out," Magnus suggested.
"Wait, we're going outside?" Alec asked quickly. It was cold out there!
"Why would I make you get dressed if we were only staying in?" Magnus tilted his head. Well, that certainly was a valid point. Blushing, Alec shook his head and bent over the couch, grabbing at his sweater that had wedged between the couch cushions. He drew it over his head and pulled it down. Once kicking on his sneakers and lacing them up, he stood straight and stared expectantly at his boyfriend, who was leaning against the couch inspecting his nails. Alec cleared his throat.
Magnus' smoldering yellow eyes flicked up, his hand still held in front of him. "Ready, sugar?"
"Where are we going exactly?" Alec questioned, blushing at the endearment. Magnus merely shook his head and beckoned Alec closer with one slim finger. Alec obliged and trotted forward.
"It's a surprise," Magnus purred, swooping down to peck at Alec's parted lips. He nibbled gently on the tender flesh, before drawing away reluctantly. "We're portaling there."
"Really?" Alec asked with wide eyes. Wherever they were going must be far away if it required Magnus to use a portal to get there. "You're not taking us out of the country, right?"
Instead of giving him an answer, Magnus entwined their fingers and brought Alec's hand to his lips, kissing the teen's fidgeting fingers.
"Hush, hush," Magnus chided. He stalked to the kitchen, dragging Alec along with him. As they entered the kitchen space, Alec took notice of a rhinestone adorned tote-bag that sat conspicuously on the linoleum table. It shimmered and glittered under the fluorescent light.
"What's in the bag?" Alec wondered.
"Never you mind child," Magnus grinned, clasping the bag in his free hand. Alec tried to peer around the warlock to get a better glimpse at the tote, and frowned. Damn. The bag was zipped shut.
Once they were out of the kitchen and back in the living room, Magnus wriggled his hand out from Alec's. He raised his hand out in front of him, blue sparks dancing along his fingertips.
Alec watched, astounded. Magnus' magic never failed to bewitch him. To have that magical energy crackle and hum at your fingertips, painting the atmosphere blue and silver, Alec could only imagine what it felt like to have that much power emanating from your skin alone. Sure, he had been on the receiving end of that tingling magic one too many times, but it never failed to capture Alec's full and unbridled attention.
In a matter of seconds, the air seemed to simmer and warm, heating Alec's cheeks. The atmosphere rippled and then flickered, Magnus' hand worming its way into Alec's once more. In the next instant, a black shimmering void appeared in the center of the living room, crackling and whirling as the blue sparks around it dispersed.
"Let's go, lover," Magnus trilled, squeezing Alec's hand. Both of them stood before the portal, the residual bits of magic heating Alec's face. With one final tug, both warlock and Shadowhunter stepped into the void.
Alec stumbled out of the portal, his feet skidding over slippery and patchy ground. He felt Magnus tug at his hand, the warlock setting Alec back on his feet.
"Rough landing?" Magnus asked, laughing when Alec only glowered and looked away. Alec could feel the portal closing behind them, and when he turned to look back, his eyes widened.
Thick, coniferous trees loomed and towered in the sky, their thick trunks knobby and gnarled, branches teaming with leaves. Patches of the night sky shone through the dense canopy, stars twinkling and shimmering in the background. It was completely dark, save for the pallid moon that shone up above, sparsely illuminating the space around them. Alec looked at the ground and kicked at the leaves and the dirt, the tip of his sneaker scuffing against an alienated tree root. It smelled piney, a nutty scent that was fresh and invigorating. A cold gust of wind ruffled his hair, sending tendrils askew. Subconsciously, he wormed his way to Magnus' side.
"Where are we?" Alec asked warily, scanning the premise.
"Tennessee," Magnus replied. Alec stared up at Magnus in shock, cerulean eyes widening.
"Tennessee?" Alec blubbered.
"That's what I just said, sweety. No need to repeat," Magnus cooed, hooking his finger under Alec's chin. He slowly brought the boy's head up. "Close your mouth. You'll catch a fly."
Alec immediately shut his mouth, shooting a bemused expression at the Downworlder. Alec was expecting New Jersey or something, or maybe even Coney Island- he didn't expect Magnus to portal them to...Tennessee of all places. The state wasn't really Magnus' style, so to speak.
"What are we gonna' do, churn butter and spit tobacco?" Alec asked incredulously, tugging on the hem of Magnus' shirt.
"We can swap spit instead," Magnus suggested, wriggling his brows. Alec stared at him, his nose wrinkling.
"Gross..." Alec said with disgust. Now, why in the world would they do that? What were they going to do, spit into each other's mouths? It sounded revolting and unsanitary.
"I'm sorry, I forgot you're culturally challenged," Magnus chuckled. "Anyway, chin up Shadowhunter. This way."
With their arms linked together, Magnus lead the way. They skimmed past thick brambles and dense foliage, the occasional jutting branch nicking Alec's skin, making him hiss. Once in a while, Magnus would wave his wrist and branches and cloistered thickets would immediately snap back at his whim, clearing their path.
After a few minutes of walking, Alec soon found the forest thinning around him, the trees growing sporadic and more spread out. Finally, they stepped into a small clearing that sat upon an overlook. Trees surrounded them on either side, excluding a patch of space that allowed Alec to peer into the distance.
Vast mountain ridges stood stark against the night sky, trees blanketing the mountain so thickly they looked more like green feathery clouds rather than mountains. Alec could clearly see the moon and stars hovering aloft in the sky from the new vantage point.
"Where is this place?" Alec whispered, tugging at Magnus' hand.
"Great Smoky Mountains National Park," Magnus said in one breath, jostling his tote bag.
"Oh," Alec replied, still coasting the vicinity. The clearing was covered in grass instead of twigs and dirt, and it wasn't as difficult to walk on. "It's not very smokey."
Magnus laughed. "Can I kiss you?"
Alec jerked his head, slanting his eyes as he looked up at the Downworlder. Magnus was staring down at him, yellow-green orbs bright and intense. The look Magnus was sporting was predatory and sly all at once.
"You don't have to ask," Alec mumbled. Deciding to be sneaky, he changed the subject. "So...is this what you wanted to show me? Trees and mountains?"
Magnus let out a scoff. "Of course not! What did you think I was going to do with you here, shove you against a tree and ravish you?" Alec flushed. It was strange, the idea wasn't entirely ridiculous. He wouldn't have minded- okay, stop Alec.
"It simply isn't time yet," Magnus added. "We have ten minutes till, actually. Now come."
Leaving the canopy of trees, Magnus lead them towards the direct center of the clearing. In a flurry, Alec's hand was dropped and the sound of a zipper rang out. Magnus was digging around in his tote-bag, withdrawing a violet colored fleece blanket. In one motion, he laid down the blanket and with a snap of his fingers, it was straightened and flattened out.
Magnus grinned cheekily at Alec as he pulled out yet another blanket. It was thinner than the first, yet a tad bit larger. He tucked it under his arm and strode over towards the blanket on the ground, plopping himself down on it. Magnus stretched out his legs, and since his limbs were so lengthy, they reached over the blanket and dangled amid the grass. The warlock turned his head and gestured at Alec, patting the space beside him. Alec nodded and shuffled over, seating himself. He crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap.
"What's gonna' happen?" Alec started, stuffing his hands into his sweater pockets.
"Patience," Magnus said authoritatively, leaning back on his hands. "In the mean time, we can..."
"Uhm," Alec hesitated. The way Magnus' voice tapered away left little to the imagination.
"I was just going to say snuggle," the warlock jibed, nudging Alec's knee with his thigh. Alec seemed to deflate, his face flushing, and then he nodded and breathed, "Yes."
Magnus grinned, white teeth glinting in the moonlight. He held out his slender arms, motioning Alec to come forward. Alec scooted the distance and fell into the welcoming embrace, letting Magnus' arms wrap around him, the warlock's nails trailing along his back.
"See, doesn't this feel nice?" Magnus hummed, tickling the nape of Alec's neck. The boy shivered. Magnus leaned down until his lips were beside Alec's face. The warlock kissed his cheek. Alec fisted his hand into Magnus' shirt, the Downworlder's breath tickling his neck. Magnus' eyelashes were fluttering against Alec's cheek, like chaste butterfly kisses, and then he realized Magnus wasn't even wearing a sweater.
Alec drew away. "Aren't you cold?"
"Mm? Nope," Magnus shook his head, glitter falling from his hair. "I'm warm-blooded. Feel." Magnus took Alec's hand and placed it on the exposed skin of his tanned stomach. Alec tried to snap his hand away, but Magnus held them in place. Alec could feel a tingling warmth pool at his fingertips, where it spread up his fingers and warmed his hand. Magnus' skin felt so heated and smooth, lean stomach muscles tensing and tightening underneath his palm.
"And here," Magnus purred, moving Alec's hand up to his face. The Downworlder's face was equally as warm, but not flushed, like Alec's was. He had yet to see the warlock blush.
"As much as I would love for this to continue," Magnus breathed, entwining their fingers. "It's almost two o'clock."
"What happens at two?" Alec asked slowly. Should he feel this wary?
"Hm, you'll see," Magnus responded. In the next instant, Alec found himself being scooped up and set on Magnus' lap, right between his long-limbed legs. The elder of the two wrapped his arms around Alec's waist, pressing the boy's back flush to his chest.
Unable to speak, Alec watched as Magnus unraveled the second blanket and draped it over themselves. They sat like that, Alec between Magnus' legs, the warlock's arms literally draped around him, and all under the cover of a thin blanket. The warmth emanating from Magnus was enough to heat Alec's entire body- he'd compare it to an electrical heater. He could feel heat tingle along his back and prickle at his neck, or was that just Magnus' lips pressed to the indent between his neck and shoulder? Why yes, yes it was.
Alec shuddered and subconsciously angled his head to the side, allowing better access to the warlock's talented mouth. Alec slumped against the warm torso while Magnus continued to ravish his neck and tenderly scrape his teeth along his throat. If Magnus kept this up, Alec would start squirming, like he always did. Whenever they got intimate, this strange ticklish sensation would bloom at the pit of his abdomen, and every brush of Magnus' breath, every nip, lick and gentle touch, seemed to intensify and double. It felt like caterpillars were crawling in his stomach- wait, that wasn't right. Either way, the sensations were electrifying.
"It's about to start," Magus hummed against his skin. Alec lazily opened his eyes (he hadn't realized he closed them) and peered over his shoulder. Magnus' cat-like eyes were intent on him, pupils narrowed and dilated.
"Wait, what am I supposed to- ?"
Magnus' hands cupped either side of Alec's face, gently turning the boy's head towards the mountain ridge in the distance. The wind whistled and the trees fluttered, and Alec could feel Magnus' thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. Magnus leaned forward, placing his chin on Alec's shoulder, and whispered, "3, 2, 1..."
There was a pregnant silence, and then the rustle of leaves, and as Alec peered in the distance, squinting his eyes, he gasped. The entire mountainside glowed.
Dots of light hovered and flickered in the distance, dancing along the leaves and riddling the bark of trees with dashes of pallid white and neon yellow. The entire mountain side looked like one enormous Christmas tree.
"What...?" Alec rasped, the word dying on his lips, and then all around him, one by one trees glowed to life, pin pricks of light shimmering from their leaves. Light clipped across the ground and across his face, glittering amid the trees. Alec gasped when a ball of light hovered and shot across the grass in front of them, disappearing into a bramble of fallen leaves and twigs. Alec pressed back against Magnus, wrapping his fingers around the elder's wrists.
"I...what...Magnus?" Alec didn't even know where to start. It seemed like a million tiny lights were floating around him, hovering along the branches of trees and hiding between long stalks of grass, radiating a glow so ethereal that he could practically feel the light skipping across his face. He closed his mouth and slumped against Magnus' chest, his fingers still wrapped around the warlock's wrist. He had never seen anything so...he didn't even know how to put it exactly.
"Fireflies?" Alec finally found his voice. He felt Magnus nod behind him, breathing against Alec's neck.
"Why are they so high up?" Alec whispered, cobalt eyes still fixed on the glowing orbs. "Don't they...usually hover on the ground?"
"Bhata," Magnus supplied.
"Bless you."
Magnus laughed. Alec could feel it rumble across his back. Alec pivoted his head and stared up at Magnus in confusion. Seeing the puzzled expression on Alec's face, Magnus continued. "Bhata are like...tiny people."
"There are tiny people in the trees?" Alec asked slowly, wrapping Magnus' arms around himself. "Will they hurt us, do I have to get my seraph blade out?"
"Noooo. Sorry, let me explain it a little better," Magnus hurriedly interjected, leaning forward. "Bhata are these miniature creatures made out of twigs and bits of wood. They inhabit forests." Magnus pointed to the tree closest to them. "And they live in the tree tops. They're harmless."
"What about the lights? I thought they were fireflies?" Alec queried. Did the bhata glow or something?
"They are fireflies, there's a lot of them here," Magnus hummed, leaning back. He took Alec along with him. "They get caught in the bhata."
Alec responded with a, "oh". He stared up at the trees once more, watching the glowing balls of light jet across the leaves. So the fireflies get caught in the twiggy bodies of the bhata, and since the bhata live in the tree tops, the fireflies are reluctantly dragged along for the ride.
"How did you find out about this?" Alec asked softly. Magnus fiddled with the drawstring hanging from Alec's sweater.
"I used to hike here in the early 70s," he said offhandedly. For some strange reason, Alec pictured Magnus in an afro. He stifled a laugh. "I was a flower child for a couple of years. Spent the night here a few times."
"Doesn't that go against some mundane law or something?" Alec wondered.
"Sweety, I'm a warlock. I can do anything." Well, Magnus had a valid point there, but Alec also found it difficult picturing Magnus hiking, as in, putting on a pair of khaki shorts, hiking boots and strapping on a backpack, or in this case, wearing bell-bottom jeans and a headband around his forehead.
Alec bit at his lip, contemplative. So Magnus had remembered coming here, and in an extension to that, Alec was experiencing a bit of Magnus' past. Had the warlock sat in this very spot, gazing at the fireflies? Had he been just as astounded by the sight as Alec was? The thought was sort of thrilling.
"Thank you," Alec whispered. He was amazed at how sincere he sounded. He heard Magnus hum behind him, the Downworlders arms tightening around Alec. And then, he felt Magnus' finger hook underneath his chin, and Alec was forced to look back. With the light from the fireflies clipping and flickering across his perfectly tanned face, Magnus smiled and kissed him.
"You're welcome."
Tweekerz Says:
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- The bhata idea is credited to Gillian Summers from her fantastic novel, The Tree Shepard's Daughter