“And Alexander,” He added quietly, tilting his head to the side. “The world has far bigger problems than boys who kiss boys and girls who kiss girls. Just some food for thought. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Shaking his head, Alec kicked some pebbles with his foot and looked at Magnus—eyes unreadable. “See you around, Magnus.” He whispered and gave a small smile—intimate and full of awe—before he turned on his heel and walked back towards the church.
Magnus trailed his eyes after him, unable to look away.
The Malec AU where Magnus is a philanderous law student and Alec is a Mormon missionary.
Drabbles in which Magnus tries, and oftentimes fails, to deal with the consequences of giving up his magic.
“What?” a scratchy but velvety voice hissed with such intensity and force that it made Alec flinch.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Alec breathed, wincing as the pain in his nose and right eye sharpened. Screw politeness, Alec thought suddenly. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
Neighbour Malec AU where Alec is a sleep deprived law student and Magnus is a heartbroken linguistics professor.
Alec pulls up to the gold intercom positioned at the enormous front gates. Like everything owned by the obscenely wealthy, they’re proportioned for both for giants and giant egos.
He’d hoped this would be easier, less gut-churning work than protecting diplomats and foreign dignitaries, some guilty of truly terrible things, but being a bodyguard for a coddled popstar who can’t even be bothered with basic safety isn’t his idea of a good time.
Magnus is a popstar and Alec is his reluctant bodyguard.
The bodyguard au in epistolary form. Image-heavy.
Bookmarked by Beautyandlove
30 Sep 2018