cityarcade | Secret Santa Day Two

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Hello again Kat! I hope the second day of Secret Santa finds you well! For today, I wrote you some Magnus/Alec fic! It may have gotten a little sappy but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Santa wishes you well, and hopes you're having a fantastic day!

Here I Bloom

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Magnus, Alec, or the Mortal Instruments series. This is for recreational purposes only.

Central Park at dusk comes alive, even when the skies are covered in clouds. The grass glistens as dark as raw emerald beneath the fading light; the bark of the trees encasing them almost seem to glow as the sun sets. For a moment, Magnus thinks they might have stumbled into the faerie realm by mistake.

But no. They’re only in a secluded section of Central Park, Magnus dressed to the nines in a pair of chinos and an elegant jacket he’d last worn in the roaring twenties – with the shirt to match. Alec, for once out of Shadowhunter gear, looks so radiant Magnus actually feels his breath catch in his throat. Alec is dressed in the cobalt blazer Magnus bought for him and dark gray trousers to match; they both enhance the depths of his blue eyes much to Magnus’ delight. He looks magnificent, if Magnus says so, which he does, because he’s the one who assembled the outfit in the first place. His own eyes, golden and slit like cat eyes, glimmer in the shadows as he drinks Alec in.
The night is young and beautiful. So are they.

“Did you bring me to the park just to stare at me?” Alec breaks the silence with a smartass answer. (Magnus refuses to make the droll and obvious pun with Alec’s name; he does have some standards of dignity, after all.)

“Well, no. Of course not, Alexander,” Magnus replies even as he gives Alec a slow, deliberate once over. “Eventually I want to get you out of those close. Perhaps we’ll scandalize the ducks.”

The blush that blossoms on Alec’s face, exquisite like tulips freshly coated with rain, only makes Magnus grin wider.

“You are ridiculous,” Alec insists, grumbling.

“Hmm,” Magnus replies noncommittally. “That may be so, but I think you being here with me means you approve of said ridiculousness on some level, no?”

Alec rolls his eyes, but not fast enough to hide the fondness evident in his lingering blush and the quirk of his lips from Magnus’ knowing gaze. Alec starts to mumble but Magnus interrupts him quickly with a kiss, lingering and fervent. All the intensity borne from years of waiting and all of the passion of the hopeless romantic Magnus likes to pretend he isn’t.

Alec lets out deep gasp, pressing warm, insistent lips against his own. Magnus sighs against his sinfully full and perfect mouth; Alec lets out a tiny whimper he will ultimately deny moments later after the fact.

Feeling particularly playful, Magnus indulges in a grin against his lover’s mouth before promptly spinning them and dipping Alec, who lets out a startled yelp and glares up at Magnus for his troubles, though his gaze lacks any real heat.

“By the Angel, Magnus,” Alec breathes out, hard. “This is some stunt I’d expect out of those romantic comedy novels Isabelle loves so much.”

“Where do you think I got the idea?” Magnus replies with another smirk. Alec mutters a response with a huff of his chest. Magnus laughs in response.

“And now,” he says, righting them both a moment later. “For the main event.”

He leads Alec further into their secluded section of the park, stopping when they reach a picnic blanket set out with a bottle of sparkling cider, a bowl of freshly picked strawberries appropriated from an old colleague in California, and a bowl of dipping chocolate. Framing the display are petals of a bouquet Magnus ‘borrowed’ from Jace. (He can easily buy another, Magnus reasons. And a better one, at that. Magnus is doing these flowers a favor by using them as petals, really.)

“Wow,” Alec says, glancing around at the clearing. “This is really nice.”

“Okay, but this isn’t even the best part,” Magnus assures him, unable to keep the self-satisfaction from his voice. With a smirk, Magnus snaps his fingers. Suddenly, a whole parade of penguins, complete with bow ties and boater hats, dances before them, as if they’d jumped right through the screen from the world of a Disney movie.
Magnus turns to Alec, pleased as a cat that has just dropped a dead mouse at his owner’s feet for approval.

“…Dancing penguins?” Alec responds, both eyebrows arching as his nose scrunches in confusion.

As slightly put out as Magnus feels in regards to Alec’s reaction, he simply cannot remain too put off for long at the expression on his boyfriend’s face. He’s been seeing Alec long enough now to develop a particular fondness for his seemingly perpetual state of grouchiness. On anyone else, Magnus would find it irksome. But Alec isn’t anyone else; Magnus has grown so tolerant of his grumpiness, he can only find him positively adorable. Especially in this moment.

“Dancing penguins, you know? Like in Mary Poppins?” He prompts. Alec continues staring blankly at Magnus.

“Don’t tell me we haven’t gotten to Mary Poppins in your Disney education yet,” Magnus sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“No, we haven’t,” Alec answers, watching the penguins for a moment before turning back to Magnus with a smirk. “We were in the middle of you enlightening me on what really happened in Peru.”

I'm not Kat but I thought this was fucking adorable, good lord.

crying, this is the most beautiful precious thing, I want to cuddle it to my chest and never let it go.

Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

Secret Santa Day Two

Kat

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