December 12th:

Okay I SERIOUSLY need to start posting these earlier…..Sorry I didn't post this last night, my internet wasn't working so I have to do it 1st period today. I'll still be posting one tonight so this doesn't count as todays.

All Characters belong to Cassandra Clare

"Come on Magnus!" Alec tugged urgently at his boyfriends sleeve. They were walking down a snow covered path up towards a brightly light theater and Magnus, in Alec's opinion, was walking slow. Magnus smiled as Alec kept tugging at him. He rarely ever saw Alec actually truly excited about something that wasn't books, killing demons, or drinking black coffee. Especially something that involved going out, something like going to a theater. Ever since they had gotten tickets from Izzy for Les Miserables, it had been all Alec could talk about. Now they were walking into the theater and he looked about to explode from the excitement. The theater was practically empty, since they were extremely early. (Another one of Alec's quirks. He had to be at least 10 minutes early to everything or he freaked out.) They took their seats and Alec promptly began babbling about something french revolutionist. Magnus sat nodding, zoning in and out. He really tried to listen when Alec began talking like this, but the French Revolution was so long ago, he hardly remembered it. Finally, the theater filled up and the lights dimmed. Everybody hushed and the play began.

Throughout the entire thing, Alec kept making tutting noises and sounds of disappointment, but Magnus could tell he was enjoying it all the same. He didn't really know what was going on for most of it, since he didn't usually go to musicals, and found the singing hard to follow. All in all though he liked it. The girl who played Eponine, Carrie Something (A/N: Carrie Fletcher yay!) had a nice voice. When the curtain lifted, he glanced over to look at Alec. He was smiling. "I didn't think you were such a closet romantic." Magnus said, as the walked out of the theater hand in hand.

Alec frowned. "What?"
"Les Mis."

Alec shook his head. "Its not a love story, well it is, but not mostly. Its about war and the sacrifices people have to go through for it. And change."

Magnus laughed softly. Of course Alec would take that part away. "What should we do now?" He asked.

Alec frowned again, using his thinking expression. (Yes he has a thinking expression). Suddenly his face lit up and he pulled Magnus forward. "This way. I have an idea." he said, slowing down a bit.

"What is it?"

"Theres this place, by the library, I used to go there a lot, just to think."

The two walked in silence for a bit. It wasn't an awkward silence, like the one that falls between people when they can't think of something else to say, but one of those silences where you're just….quiet, and listening to what's around you. After a few minutes, they reached the library and Alec began making his way through the park next to it. Finally the reached a stone sticking out of the ground and they stopped. Squinting, Magnus realized it was an unmarked tomb. "Alec darling, is this where you meant to end up?" He asked confused.

Alec nodded, staring at the tomb. "Nobody knows who's buried here. I used to wonder when I was younger, and make up stories about them. Then I just started coming here when I got angry, or sad, then I just started coming. I'd start walking and end up here. Nobody else comes this way, so I can be alone."

Magnus smiled and wrapped his arms around Alec, pulling him against his chest and kissing the top of his head. So adorable. He thought. "So, what did you do here. When you were little, I mean."

Alec shrugged. "Just sit mainly."

"Did you ever build a snowman?"

Alec thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Have you ever built a snowman?"

Alec shook his head again and Magnus gasped. "What kind of sad childhood did you live?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Jace and Izzy always wanted me to help them build snowmen with them, but I never wanted to."

"You, don't know what you're missing. We are going to build a snowman. Right here, right now." Magnus said, letting go of him and getting down on his hands and knees in the snow.

"Magnus? What are you doing? You're going to get soaked."

"But thats part of the fun!" He said, piling some snow up."Getting soaked through, then going home and cuddling in front of the fire!"

Alec raised his eyebrows, but reluctantly got down on his hands and knees and began helping. Magnus laughed as he watched Alec facial expressions. He looked so concentrated, and kept wrinkling his nose and frowning every time the snow didn't do what he had intended. Magnus watched him for a bit with a glazed expression like he wasn't actually seeing him in the present. He was imagining him when he was little, maybe just 5 or 6 years old, sitting out in the snow alone next to this old forgotten tomb. Suddenly a cold clump of snow whacked him in the face and he blinked to see Alec staring back at him, red hand outstretched and snow clinging to it. "What was that for?"He spluttered, spitting out chunks of ice.

"You weren't helping." He stated matter of factly, as though that was the preset punishment. Murder, 20 years in jail, stealing someones crayon, 10 minutes in the time-out chair, not turning in your homework, F, not helping build a snowman, snowball to the face.

"Yes I was." Alec raised his eyebrows at him. "I was helping by being swaggy."

"What?"

"My swagginess. Just call me….Swagnus Bane." (A/N: that is actually the username of someone following this...it just made me laugh. SWAGNUS BANE YOU HAVE A COOL USERNAME!)

"I am not calling you Swagnus Bane. Now help."

"Awwww."

They continued working on the snowman until it was almost completely done. "I think my hands have frozen off." Alec said suddenly, letting go of the third snowball.

"SWAGNUS BANE TO THE RESCUE!" Magnus yelled, jumping over the snowball and engulfing Alec in an enormous hug.

Alec let out a laugh and tried to wiggle away. "Noooo! You're mine!" Magnus said, squeezing him tighter.

"Maaagnuus. Let…..go!" He giggled, stumbling sideways.

Unfortunately, that was the direction of the snowman. Alec's toe caught the snowball on the ground, and the two of them went flying backwards into the snowman, landing in a pile of snow. Alec sat up, alarmed. Magnus propped himself up on his elbow, trying to contain his laughter at Alec's expression. Snow covered the top of his head, and his mouth was open in a slight O shape. Finally Magnus burst, and he doubled over laughing like a maniac. Alec smiled, then started to laugh to, his shoulders shaking up and down. "I'll have you know," He said when he finally got control of himself. "That I worked hard on that snowman. It was going to go in a museum."

Magnus laughed harder. "I'm sure. I can see it now," He gasped mockingly, "Your name in lights, people all around the world will be pouring in to see your art work. Alexander Lightwood: Snowman artist. Alexander's Snowmen."

"Malec snowmen."

"What?'

"Magnus and Alec combined. Malec Snowmen."

"Malecmen!"

"Like militiamen….?"

"...yup…..totally...what I was thinking...uh huh."

Alec rolled his eyes and stood up. "i'm sure."

Hours later the two lay back in Magnus's flat, which was actually Magnus's and Alec's flat now, in front of the fire. Magnus lay on the carpet, stretched out with Alec curled up at his side, head resting on his shoulder and The Tale of Two Cities propped up against his ribcage. Magnus's arm was draped over his boyfriends shoulder while the other hand used to remote to flick lazily through the channels until they both fell asleep.

It was the start of a new tradition, for years to come, on every December the 12th, Magnus and Alec would watch Les Miserables, then they would take the trek out to the library and visit the unknown tombstone, building snowmen, but never quite finishing them.

YAY! I hope you liked it! Just a heads up, tomorrows will either be bad quality or short because I have my Dads work party tomorrow then staying at my friends house and getting up early on Saturday to go bake with her cousins and aunts...woot,...baking…..lets hope I don't burn their house down...anyways in the spirit of Christmas I give you all candy canes! YAY! *dances around throwing candy canes to everybody* ONE FOR YOU! AND ONE FOR YOU! AND FOUR FOR YOU LOVELYDARKNESS YOU GO LOVELYDARKNESS! And none for Gretchen Weiners bye!. So ya...please review/follow/favorite/donatecandycaneflavors/baconflavoredcandycane… HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL…..A GOOD NIGHT!