Title: Kaleidoscope

Author: Dustland-Fairytales

Disclaimer: All characters belong to CC, the prompts to "500themes".

A/N.: I should put a summary here, but really, there is none. This will be a collection of 500 Malec One-shots, to be completed...sometime. Maybe in a couple of years. Possibly never. But yeah, the goal is to write something for each prompt taken from the community mentioned above, but as you can see, I won't follow the order, simply because I don't have to xD. All categories may apply, as well as several rating. Should there be anything rating M, I shall warn you at the beginning of that OS. Also, there might be some AU ficlets at some point, but I shall point that out, too. For now, enjoy!


# 389: Whispers in the dark

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There are some things which must be proclaimed loudly, resolutely, by screaming them over the rooftops, to make people understand that you mean them. And then there are some things that must never be uttered loudly, lest they lose their enchantment, their beauty, their meaning.

Sometimes, a whisper is so much more than a boisterous declaration could ever be.

Personally, Magnus has always preferred the latter, though. He has always enjoyed telling the world what he thinks, what he does, whom he loves. Especially whom he loves. It is a way of marking that person, telling everyone he belongs to me, don't you dare touch him, he's mine, don't even look at him like that, you can't have him, he's mine.

Alec is different. He is a quiet, shut-down person, and if there is one thing he despises then it's being in the centre of attention, having everyone look at him, and public displays of affection. It makes him feel uncomfortable and he clams up so much that he hardly manages to produce a single word.

The first time he tells Magnus he loves him is, consequently, when no one else is around. He is lying in Magnus's arms late at night, absentmindedly running his fingers through the for once not spiked-up hair and then, when Magnus is at the brink of falling asleep, he whispers the words so quietly that Magnus isn't sure whether he has said anything at all. But there is the feeling of his warmth breath against his skin and the smile tugging at the corner of his lips and the surprised and nervous and exhilarated flutter in his chest and in this night Magnus is the happiest man on earth.

At first, it irritates Magnus, though, that Alec won't say these three words, I love you, openly.

And then he understands.

Alec is saving them, these precious words, for their most intimate moments. He saves them for him, and him alone. It is not a secret he tries to keep, but a truth that belongs only to them, a sacred treasure. They do not need to share it with the world. They share it with each other, and the darkness of the night.

And the whispers resound through the world.


A/N.: Reviews = love = motivation to actually pull off this madness and write 500 OS, so if you want them, you'd better review.

Prompts can be found at my LJ, morena238. If you have any comments on that, prompts you want me to do first or some ideas or anythign, really, tell me so ;)

Dftba,

Dustland-Fairytales