One Shots {Shadowhunters}

The Digging

It was a rainy night in London when Oxford Street was covered in blinking lights. The sound of sirens calling was echoing throughout the night. Someone broke into the National Museum of Art. The police  surrounded the entrance when the leading detective came out, with such an frustrated expression upon his face that the most not frustrated person would get frustrated. "The thief was able to escape!" The voice of the detective thundered through the air. A painting of Van Gogh, worth a million pounds, was stolen. Of course, every newspaper around the world was speaking about the oh so dramatic art robbery.

50 years later, somewhere far far away.

Alec Lightwood and his husband Magnus Bane were in the garden of the house that they owned, in case they had to get away from Maryse, which was quite often, like today. Magnus was seated on a lounge chair near the pool while Alec was fiddeling around with a shovel. "Honey, why don't you put down that shovel, come here and relax with me? All you do is work. Give me love." Magnus spoke softly as he lifted his head to watch the beautiful man who was standing in the middle of the garden. "Yeah, yeah. I will be with you as soon as I planted this cherry tree," he responded quite dry before he began to dig the hole for the mentioned cherry tree.

After 15 Minutes Alec tossed the shovel aside, kneeled down to pick up a small packet that looked like it had been buried for over a hundred of years. "What is this?", he stared at it with a suspicious mask upon his face, turning and twisting it carefully. One of his eyebrows quirkes upwards.Just as he was about to tug on the small rope, that his eyes have spied, Magnus was beside him. A quiet squeak left his lips as he nudged his husband's hand away, "Maybe it is a bomb." He whispered and looked at Alec with widened eyes. "As if," Alec laughed and tugged on the rope, which caused Magnus to throw himself on the ground,curl up (somehow) and cover his face like the world was about to end. Yes, the glittery warlock had a tendency to be over dramatic, especially when he was drunk. Yes, agan, Magnus had already a few (too many) cocktails.

"Wow," was the only thing that left Alec's lips as he saw what he had found. Magnus just lifted his head and looked around. "Oh my God," he screamed as he jumped back up onto his feet, flapping his arms in the air vigorously, "I'm alive." Alec stared at him slightly disturbed and shook his head slowly, before he began to laugh at the extremely silly behaviour the warlock had to offer today. The Nephilim knew exactly what he had found there; The stolen Van Gogh painting. He got up and was about to head inside to call the closest art gallery to them, because well, he wouldn't just want to keep it. His gaze wandered from the painting to his husband, who was standing next to the pool. That was the opportunity if the year. Alec sprinted over to him and pushed him into the pool. A loud scream was to be heard, but it was soon drownef by water. "I hate you, you Idiot! No hugs and kisses for you!", he yelled out as soon as he had dove up again. All the hours spent in front of the mirror this morning just went down the drain. His hair and his make up were pretty much ruined, and the dear Magnus, did not seem all too happy about that. Alec, who was already inside, giggling to himself watched as his husband pulled himself out of the pool to then waddle towards the door. "Don't you dare to laugh at me, young man. This will have some consequences," was the only thing the wet Magnus had to say as he walked into the building and past Alec. Okay, he also pointed his finger at him loke some stern dad and gave him the angry look, but that was it. He waddled and waddled, till he disappeared in the bedroom where he changed into something dry.

After Magnus came back into the room and sat down next to Matt there was an awkward moment of silence, but that was soon interrupted by the ringing door bell. "I'll go," Alec said and got up from the couch to head to the door. It was the director of the art gallery. Damn, that went fast. As soon as he had the painting in his hands, he grinned so wide that the grin seemed to be too small for his chubby face. "Thank you so, so much, Mr. Lightwood." "Oh, it's nothing," Alec smiled politely. "Please, take this as an reward." The director said and handed Alec an envelope. After the two spoke their goodbyes, Alec found himself wandering back to the living room, where Magnus was spinning around in the desk chair. Like a maniac. Today he was really behaving a bit like a maniac. "Cutie, I have to tell you something," Alec called out and caught his attention. "Butthead. I still hate you, but what is it?" Alec laughed at the insult, tossing the envelope into Magnus' lap. Magnus just cocked his head to the side and then took it to open it. The opened thing revealed $10K. "Oh, holy maria mother of god," he breathed out as he looked at the money before nailing his eyesight onto his husband. Alec smiled lovingly and Magnus didn't hesitate with jumping up to hug his husband. "Ah, now you can finally take me out to that fancy sushi dinner you promised me ages ago," he claimed excitedly which caused the Nephilim to laugh, "Yes, exactly. We can do that now without getting criminal or such."

Later in the evening the both of them were getting ready for their dinner date, and while doing so, the TV was on. The news were on. The woman talked about how the long lost and stolen Van Gogh painting was found today. That's when Magnus realized what that thing was earlier and why they got that amount of money. He was more than happy that Alec found it. Magnus was incredibly proud of his Nephilim.