DRABBLE 7: [FLUFF]
[ALSO KNOWN AS 'MAGNUS THE BAMF']
This one, is pretty darn long. Hope it's worth the read.
It is summer time, time of long holidays, parties and sleepovers, and most importantly, lots of sun. The warm golden rays of sunlight which basks everything in it's bright glow, making the surroundings look more vibrant and colourful. You love summer, it was the best time of the year. You also loved going to the beach. The first day of summer your body is already aching to get a tan, to lay on the beach and be engulfed by the wonderful sunlight, your nose itching for the smell of salt in the air, your feet eager to step on bare, white sand. Your friends are busy, but it is no matter, there is no better companion than the ocean and the beach itself, and of course, the sun.
When you get there the beach is already littered with people in bright coloured swimsuits, beach balls, beach chairs and umbrellas, going about their own activities, tanning for the adults, beach volleyball for the teenagers, sandcastle building for the children and of course the surfers doing what they're good at. You find an empty spot not too close to the public and set your beach chair down, laying your pink striped towel and sitting down, popping the cap of your suntan lotion to spread on your skin. Your shades are on and as you apply the lotion, you scan your surroundings, just random people going about their fun at the beach, and you stop at a young child sitting directly in front of you, his little toddler hands fiddling with his plastic tools to build a sandcastle. It was almost done, and it was a marvelous sandcastle indead, of a larger scale compared to the capabilities of a child who looked almost 3 years of age. He had a mop of raven black hair but what caught your attention was that the ends looked like they were dip dyed bright red. It was peculiar to see such chemical effects on a young child, but you can't help but admit the kid looked good.
You continue watching the toddler, his alabaster skin almost reflecting the sunlight. You watch as he pats the top of each tower gently to flatten the sand with his plastic shovel, and then stands up, taking a few steps back on his short stumpy legs to look at his masterpiece. You smile as he jumps up and down in glee, clapping his hands together. You instantly wonder where his parents or guardians are, but before you can make it to look around to scout for any other possible guardian watching over the little angel, a group of young boys in board shorts walked towards the boy and the giant sandcastle and proceeded to kick it over, stomping over the work of the young child before walking away . Your eyes widened, in shock and anger, every nerve of your body ready to pounce and tear at the group of boys, when in a split second there is a man by the boys side, kneeling down to allow the toddler, now crying, to sit on his knee, an arm around his shoulders to comfort him. The man was tall and well built, strange black tattoos over his body, but damn was he toned, with equally jet black hair as the toddler, wearing black khaki shorts.
You felt your heart ease a little when you saw the toddler being attended to, but you could not just let the band of hooligans go without giving them a piece of your mind. You stormed up to the group of boys who suddenly stopped walking because they were talking to someone, back facing you as you pulled one of them harshly by the shoulder shouting the "Hey you lot."
Not the most menacing opening remark you could give, but you were blind with fury and had to resist the urge to knee each them in the balls.
You must have been pretty loud because they all turned back at once to face you, a group of about six boys about at least 10 years old, some older, the one with the bad acne is probably older, you figure. They stare at you with a stupid puzzled look in their faces you wish you could slap away. Clearing your throat, you speak again,
"What's your problem, you like bullying toddlers just for kicks?"
One kid pushed apart his friends to face you, and although you were 17 he was almost a head taller than you.
"That isn't any fucking toddler. That's an abomination. Take a look at his parents, sinners, the both of them. Both men." It was your turn to stare at him in bewilderment. They knocked over the toddlers sandcastle just because his parents were, gay?
"It it's a sin to be a man I guess you would be so pure, for you will never be one, by the looks of it." You heard a deep velvety voice echoing from the back and the boys turned to look at him, the owner of the voice. He was about six foot tall and you couldn't believe you didn't see him, having smooth bronzed skin and defined abs, with a pair of absurdly pink neon shorts.
"Did you forget I was here?" he taunted further, a smirk playing at his lips. He had sharp cheekbones and his hair was slick back from his forehead, luminescent greenish yellow eyes gazing over the younger boys and you who stood beneath him. Oh how short you must look through his gaze. "You know what they say, don't turn your back on the homo, what he might do to you could make your whole week." You immediately understood how his last two words resembled another phrase, and stifled a chuckle.
"Now, let's keep this simple boys, I want to get back to my darlings, and you want to get on with your miserable little lives possibly getting a dead end job and having a wife with three kids you can't support properly, lose all your hair by the time you're forty and-" he paused for dramatic effect. "Get fat." he said with a tone of horror in his voice. "So, I suggest you apologize to my nephew Leon over there, aight?" he clasped his hands together. You folded your arms, knowing what the response would be.
"Fuck off, faggot." one of the boys spat, and the mans' smirk only grew wider.
"You have about five seconds to turn around and do as I say, or you would be ashamed of your manhood for the next hour. A homosexuals promise." he tilted his head to the side and pushed passed the boys.
"Come on sweetheart, don't want to be here when things fall apart. ONE." He counted out loud. The boys laughed at the mans' empty threat and you stood confused thinking about how he could just let it go. You followed him back to the boy instead.
"FIVE." The man snapped and you can hear a loud sound of the ripping of fabric from the back and many shouts and screams from the public. You whip your head around, greeted by the sight of the group of boys panicking, their shorts tore in half and lying on the beach. They try to run for shelter, feeling the heat of the growing pairs of eyes staring at them, but they find themselves stuck to the ground. Your jaw drops and you turn back to the strange man, and he is laughing.
"No way." you comment, as it is the only thing you are able to comprehend at this moment.
"What was the empty threat I gave them, sweetheart?" he asked for a recap.
"Uhm, you said they would be ashamed of their manhood for the next hour." you recited and then stopped for a split second before bursting out in laughter. "Literally!" you exclaim in disbelief.
"And I asked you to come along before..."
"Things fall apart!" you almost sang out. "Again! Literally!" you laughed even harder as you got back to the other man who had Leon the toddler perched on his leg.
"They don't likes my cas'l?" Leon had his head down, his hands put together as he mumbled to the tattooed chap.
"No, Lee. It had nothing to do with your castle, and I am so sorry it happened to you. It's my fault, baby boy." replied the man.
"Why'st Al'cs fault?" he asked quietly, looking up to the other man, the one you came with. You could see his face was still red from crying rosy cheeks streaked with tears.
"Well honey, it isn't Alecs' fault, or anyones fault for that matter. There are people out there, terrible, bad people, who see something absolutely good and perfect that they can't stand it. They can't stand that they don't have it, or aren't like that. So, they don't want anyone to have it too. I'm talking about your castle kid, have you seen it? It is, the best, I mean honey when you grow up you can build my house." the magical gay man replied, and Leon smiled a bit.
"Whys' everywun bad?" he asked again and the magical gay man bent down.
"That's the thing Lee, not everyone is bad. You see Alec here, he is good, he fights the bad. He is brave and strong and he protects other good people, like you, and look here. Look at the pretty girl here, she's good too. When you grow up you would know, that even though there are the bad people, there are good, and the good will always win. The sun will eventually rise and the dark night will end."
"Right Magnus, li'l carried away there with the metaphor." Alec commented.
"Oh hush, I can be a philosopher if I tried." Magnus retorted.
"So, uhm, who are you guys?" you asked, feeling awkward standing there as the family had their moment.
"Unimportant." Magnus dismisses you. "If we told you, you might get yourself killed."
"Or worse, expelled." Alec chimed in, and they laughed in unison.
"Come sit down with a bunch of homosexuals babysitting a dip dyed kid and well, chill. Names aren't important here." Magnus offered. You shrugged and sat down, finding no harm to hang out with them, and so you sat quietly, helping Leon rebuild his sandcastle, as Magnus scooted in next to Alec and they were fiddling around with the sand.
"No, you are not burying me under the sand. I fail to see how mundanes find any fun in that." Alec said, a tad too loudly that you were able to hear it. They had been whispering before this.
Mundanes?
"Come on, it'll be fun. Right Lee? Do you wanna see Alec under six inches of sand?" Magnus turned to Leon and nodded his head slowly, and Leon followed suit and began nodding as well. "YES!" he exclaimed in glee, hands outstretched in the air almost punching Magnus in the face.
"Well then let's get to it," Magnus replied and without warning tackled Alec to the ground and began shovelling sand over him with a plastic shovel. Alec laughed and shook off the sand but Magnus just kept to his actions, and Leon was busy pushing sand on Alec too. Magnus had to pin Alecs' body down with his own, and when their faces were only inches away from each other, they kissed, right then and there at a public beach with a thousand strangers to stare and judge, and the best part? It didn't matter. No one was as happy as they were. Leon watched by your side, smiling and clapping.
"So, Leon. If they are your uncles, where's your mummy." you asked.
"Momma went tuh Idris for stuff, and momma said she gets nice people to take care of me untill she come home. Momma says wants me to be around love so I grow up around love. and has love" he answered with slight difficulty, but managed. You look at Magnus and Alec, Magnus off Alec and both of them lying on their sides facing each other, noses almost touching, and smiled.
"Your momma made the right decision, kiddo."
Right well, hope that was okay. I always had thoughts about malec + kid.
And fun fact, Leon is the adopted child of one Darlessa Harclay, who is pretty much one of the characters in the 'When the Sun Sets in The West' fic. Well let's just say she settled down, got a kid and got him a dip dye, too.
Thanks for reading & please review (: Reviews make me happy,
C-ish xx
