Malec One-shots

Treasure Hunt

Magnus sighed, leaning his head on Alec’s shoulder. The shadowhunter looked at him, “what’s made you so tired?” He asked. Magnus looked at him curiously,

“Who says I was tired? I just want to rest my head on your shoulder.” He said, settling back down.

“Your chin is really bony.” Alec  muttered. Magnus laughed, sitting up properly, kissing Alec tenderly. He stood up, smiling. “Hey, Alec, close your eyes for five minutes.” He said, standing up.

“Why?” The shadowhunter replied curiously. Magnus slid his fingers gently over Alec’s arms, his shoulders, from behind. He leaned over, kissing him on the lips again. He pulled away just as Alec began winding his fingers in his hair. Magnus smiled, “just do it for me, biscuit.” Slowly, tentatively, Alec closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he was quite a lone in the loft. There was a note in front of him. Find me, xox. Followed by Magnus’ socks. Socks? What the hell was he planning? Cautiously, he stood up, and noticed something dark crumpled in the corner of the kitchen – it was only just visible in one of the draws. He stood up, sauntering over to it. He pulled it out, and immediately blushed. He was holding Magnus’ trousers in his hands. A note tumbled out along with them: try the study next! Xx