#malec dancing

Perfect

A Malec Oneshot

I found a love for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Magnus swirls the wine in his glass, just like the singer's voice swirls in his head. The words feel true. Who would have thought that he would meet the love of his long life in this place? A shadowhunter, the son of his enemies? Who would have thought that a nephilim would steal his heart with shy smiles and small, meaningful gestures?

Alec is beautiful. Sometimes, Magnus thinks he can't be real. He's too perfect, too sweet. He's a badass if need be, but with him? Magnus doesn't think that anyone has ever been so tender with him before, as if he were precious. Yes, he had great loves, but they are all put in the shade by this man, who changed the world for him.

For him! A downworlder, a warlock, someone his parents despised and wanted dead, someone many of his people saw as an animal at best, a dangerous, feral animal. But Alec saw his humanity and the beauty of his powers. He never feared his magic, welcomed it and offered his own freely. Just like his heart.

It may have taken him a while, but kissing him in front of his people? Magnus never thought anyone would ever consider him worthy of shattering worlds for him. But his Alexander did.

Request: Malec dancing, whether it be silly, cute, or hot. Thank you so much @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx!! I absolutely love this request it’s adorable. 

A/N: So I know basically nothing about dancing, so I apologize in advance if some of the descriptions are weird, but I did my best! I hope you enjoy this Malec fanfic as much as I loved writing it!! 

Summary: Magnus decides he’s going to teach Alec to dance with.....interesting results. Contains: fluff, general malec cuteness, and dancing!

It was a beautiful evening in New York, and the newly married Magnus and Alec sat on their balcony, enjoying the view. Alec looked over at the handsome warlock sitting next to him, he still couldn’t believe that this was his husband. Unknowingly to both men, they were thinking the exact same thing. Magnus locked eyes with his husband, and smiled at how lucky he had gotten.

“What are you thinking?” Alec asked him, seeing the smile on his face.

“About our wedding, and how adorable you looked trying to avoid stepping on my feet during our first dance”, Magnus replied teasingly. Alec grinned, and leaned over to kiss his husband.

“I probably did look pretty adorable”, Alec said, winking at Magnus. Magnus just shook his head and kissed Alec again gently. Suddenly, an idea struck him.

“Alexander, what if I taught you to dance? Maryse and Luke’s wedding is coming up, and I would like to dance with you without the fear of potentially mangled feet.” Magnus said, standing up and gesturing, as he often did when he got excited about something. Alec looked hesitant, so Magnus chose seduction as the manner in which to convince him. 

He pulled Alec up from his chair, flush against him. He put his lips next to his ear and started to gently sway. 

“Picture it, Alexander. You, me, slow dancing at the wedding. Our bodies touching, closely intertwined. You pull me even closer, so close that you can feel my-”, Magnus was cut off by Alec abruptly pulling back from the embrace that Magnus had them in.

“I-I know what you’re doing, and it’s not working.” Alec said, and Magnus looked down his body and raised an eyebrow. Alec flushed, but then continued, “Okay, maybe it’s working a little bit. But I’m a hopeless case! You know how clumsy I am. The only time I manage to be graceful is when I’m fighting, and that’s only because I have had years of training! Dancing just isn’t my thing, Magnus.” Alec crossed his arms over his chest when was finished talking, and that particular move flexed his muscles, which of course Magnus couldn’t help but notice.

“Don’t do that, love. I’m trying to be convincing, and it’s a little difficult when you look like sex on a stick.” Magnus said, huffing. Alec looked taken aback, like he always was when his husband came off with things like that.

“Uh- um, sorry”, Alec stuttered, uncrossing his arms. Magnus smiled at his somehow still innocent husband, who immediately blushed when anyone commented on his obvious sexiness. 

“Come on, Alexander. Let me show you a few steps, and if you still don’t want to learn, I won’t ask you again. Deal?” Magnus said, offering his hand. Alec considered, and then answered,

“Fine. A few steps.” He connected his hand with Magnus’ to shake, but his husband used the connection to pull Alec towards him and dip him slightly. Looking down at his very surprised Shadowhunter, he smirked and said,

“Lesson starts now.” He put Alec back up on his feet, a little proud of himself for actually being so smooth. 

“Warn me if you’re going to do that again”, Alec said, still a little stunned from the sudden dip that Magnus had done. Magnus just laughed and positioned Alec’s hands: his left in Magnus’ outstretched right hand, and the right on his shoulder. Magnus placed his left hand on Alec’s waist, and he was ready to start. 

“Okay, let’s start with an easy waltz. Just follow my lead, and try not to step on my feet.” Magnus started to move his feet in a little bit of a wide box shape, trying to keep his steps simple. He moved slowly, and Alec was following along nicely. So far, no harm had come to his toes. “You’re doing great, babe! Okay, now I’m going to dip you again. All you have to do is keep holding on to my hand and stretch out a bit, and then I’ll pull you back in and dip you. Ready?” 

Alec nodded, unsure of himself but not wanting to back down. He did as Magnus said, releasing his hold on Magnus’ shoulder and swinging out, still holding onto his other hand. As Magnus went to pull him in, Alec tripped, lost his footing, and started to fall. As he went down, the momentum and their connected hands pulled Magnus down with him, his husband landing on top of him with a thump. 

Both men were momentarily stunned, the fall having knocked the air out of them. Then, Magnus started to laugh. Like, belly laugh. Alec fake pouted, pretending to be upset, but then his husband’s laughter was too contagious. Magnus rolled off of him, and both of them lay on the ground laughing until their sides hurt. 

“Well, at least you tried, dear. Remind me to teach you to dance indoors the next time, preferably on a nice, plush rug.” Magnus teased, on his side with his head propped up on his hand, looking at his adorably clumsy husband.

“Next time? I think tonight proved that my dancing is a hazard, and should not be further developed. Although, I can think of a few other positions that I would love to be in with you.” Alec said, his voice taking on a husky quality.

Magnus’ jeans immediately tightened, and the warlock jumped up from the ground of the balcony. He extended his hand to Alec, and pulled him up, inches away from his face. The Shadowhunter started raining kisses on his neck, and Magnus was lost.

“Well then, I guess we should get started, as we have got a lot of positions to go over tonight.” He reluctantly pulled away from Alec, and waved his hand to open the door leading inside. “After you, my love”, he said, and then leaned closer to Alec, as if to share a secret, “and try not to trip over anything else, I’d hate to have to take my concussed husband to the hospital.” Magnus teased, a smirk on his face. Alec flushed, and  then confidently responded,

“Joke’s on you, I look sexy as hell in a hospital gown.” Magnus’ smile grew wider, and then both men cracked up at the mental image of the dark and brooding Shadowhunter in a hospital gown, eating Jell-O. 

“Tell you what, if you think you look so sexy as a patient, I’ll let you roleplay one tonight.” Magnus called over his shoulder as he walked to the bedroom.

“Sure, Dr. Bane. I’ll tell you exactly where it hurts.” Alec caught up with Magnus in the doorway of their bedroom, and pushed him onto their bed, kissing him urgently. When they came up for air, Magnus cheekily said, 

Malec || Dance Like Nobody's Watching

Dance like nobody's watching

And suddenly, they’re dancing. Magnus decides that he could stay like this forever. He has all he needs. His lover, his Alexander is close to him, holding him and he's not scared. He knows Alec will never let go.

Alec smiles softly the next time he dips him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. It’s one of Magnus’ favourite smiles, the one that truly means happiness and comfort. He doesn’t get to see it a lot these days. 

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And suddenly, they’re dancing.

Alec just sweeps him up in his arms, like it was some common thing, their routine, something they do every day.

One moment Magnus was standing in the middle of the living room and now Alec is spinning him around and dipping lightly.

He may not know where this whole thing came from, but he resorts he likes it.

No, he loves it.

Being close to Alec, being able to feel his heartbeat as they press their chests flush together. He can feel his glamour slipping, but he doesn’t care. He knows Alec finds him beautiful, no matter what eyes.

They keep swaying to the soft music playing around the loft. There is a certain fineness in Alec's moves. Something Magnus wouldn't expect from him. They're spinning and taking a bit tentative steps. But they're doing good. More than good. It feels amazing.

Magnus decides that he could stay like this forever. He has all he needs. His lover, his Alexander is close to him, holding him and he's not scared. He knows Alec will never let go.

He doesn’t know how much times passes, doesn’t really care. The whole world might have been on fire and still, Magnus would only care for his Shadowhunter. As long as he’s safe, that’s what matters the most.

Alec smiles softly the next time he dips him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. It’s one of Magnus’ favourite smiles, the one that truly means happiness and comfort. He doesn’t get to see it a lot these days.

Magnus closes his eyes and lets that image burn into his memory. Alec straightens their position and Magnus can feel him leaning in close, can feel his breath ghosting on his face and he smiles at the realization of what’s to come.

But instead of feeling Alec’s lips on his, his lover begins to speak.

“You need to wake up, baby.”

Magnus opens his eyes, confused at what he means. Alec still smiles, and he reaches with his palms to cup his face, creasing his cheeks gently.

And Magnus wants to ask, wants to know what he means, because he’s very much awake. He’s here, with Alec, in their home, and it’s lovely. It feels like none of their worries can reach them here. And Magnus doesn’t plan to let go of this feeling.

It feels perfect.

Way too perfect.

Abruptly, Magnus recognizes that he doesn’t really know how he got here. The last thing he remembers is being in Alec’s office…

He knows his glamour is down, but it isn’t right. He doesn’t have his magic, his cat eyes are gone.

He remembers the feeling of choking on blood, the inability to breathe. He vaguely recalls the picture of Alec’s concerned face as he began to step towards him. And then, there was darkness.

But it isn’t true. Alec is right here, he’s smiling and his beautiful, hazel eyes are shining in the sunlight. There’s no hint of this concern Magnus saw what feels just like a second ago.

“You need to come back to the real world.” Alec whispers as his eyes settle on Magnus’.

Magnus reaches with his hands and wraps them around Alexander’s neck. What does he mean? This is real. They are real. Magnus can sense it, can feel Alec’s steady pulse underneath his palm.

“You have to go back. They need you.” Alec speaks again.

Who? He has everything he needs right here.

“I need you.” His boyfriend adds.

“I’m right here.” Magnus is surprised at how weak and feeble his voice sounds. He barely gets these words out.

Alec shakes his head lightly, his expression a bit amused, the smile still playing at the corner of his lips.

“No,” He starts. “no, you’re not. Not really.”

Magnus looks at him confused, but a part of him has already figured this whole thing out. But he doesn’t want to listen to that part. Not now, not ever.

Alec huffs out a small laugh and leans in to kiss him. Magnus gets lost in the feeling of their lips brushing together, but way too soon for his liking, Alec pulls back.

“I love you. And I need you back with me. The real me.” He says, staring deep into Magnus’ eyes, so hard that he has a feeling his Shadowhunter can see his soul.

“I love you too.” Magnus whispers and his arms tighten around his lover. “I don’t want to leave you.”

“That’s why you need to wake up, love.” Alec smiles again and hugs him as tightly as he. Magnus buries his head into his shoulder and feels the tears building up in his eyes.

“I can’t.” He speaks, his voice muffled by the material of Alec’s suit jacket, but it’s enough for his lover to hear him. “I’m scared.” He admits.

“I am too.” Alec replies and Magnus feels his hands running up and down his back lightly in a soothing gesture. “Because you’re not there with me.” He continues as he pulls back to meet Magnus’ eyes again. “And we can only figure this out, when we’re together.”

“I want to stay here. With you.” Magnus desperately clings onto him. “This is all I need. I want nothing more.”

Here he has Alec, he has his magic. That’s enough. Always was and always will be. That’s selfish of him, but he doesn’t care. He’s terrified of what he will find when he wakes up. The fear, the slowly escalating effects of losing his magic. He’ll die, he knows it. His age will catch up to him. And here, he doesn’t feel any of this panic. It’s peaceful and calm. Why would he ever want to go back.

“This isn’t real, baby.” Alec reminds him, ever the pragmatic and responsible one. Even this imaginative version of him is like this. “And you have a family that needs you back there.”

“Here I have you.” Magnus tries.

“Yes, but I’m back there too. And so are the others.”

Magnus thinks of Catarina, Madzie, Raphael, Isabelle, Clary, Simon, Luke, Jace… of everyone. His family. He never thought he’d find people who would accept him just the way he is.

“They love you.” Alec prompts. “You can’t leave them too.”

He knows he can’t. It would be devastating and he never wants to cause them pain.

And then he thinks of Alexander. Of how he last saw him. Worry clear on his face, the fear he must be feeling now, when Magnus is lying unconscious on his office’s floor.

This one here is not his Alec. He might look like him and sound like him, but he’ll never be his Alexander.

“I know.” Magnus agrees with Alec’s earlier words. “But I can’t-, I don’t know how-“

“Just close your eyes and breathe.” Alec advices him. “We’ll always find our way back to each other.”

Magnus does as he’s told and slips his eyes shut. Breathing in deeply. He swears he can here Alec’s voice, but not the soft one which spoke to him a second before, not this Alec’s voice, not the one’s who’s holding him in his arms now, but his Alexander’s, back at home.

 Magnus, please.. no, wake up. Please don’t leave me. Please, I love you.

He takes on last deep breath and opens his eyes.

 He doesn’t feel like he’s choking anymore, but his chest still hurts and it’s hard to breath. His eyes are open, but it’s like his brain hasn’t caught up to them yet, and he can’t see anything. When he finally does, it’s blurry and unfocused, but he’s met with his lover’s eyes.

Alec is looking down on him, tears streaming down his cheeks, his expression a mix of fear, grief and pain. He lets out a long exhale as Magnus blinks a few time to regain his focus. He vaguely registers another person in the room. Catarina is kneeling next to Alec, blue magic only now dying at the ends of her fingers.

“Magnus, I thought-“ Alec starts, but then a sob escapes his throat. Magnus reaches with his hand to crease his boyfriend’s arm, let him know he’s really here, that he’s okay.

Alec moves to hug him, clinging tightly onto his body and sobbing into his shoulder. Magnus lets him. It’s enough for him to feel his lover’s heartbeat now. It’s uneven, way too fast, but it lets Magnus know that he’s here too.

“I can’t lose you. I can’t.” Alec cries into his shoulder. “I’m so sorry Magnus, I’m sorry.”

Magnus hugs him back, way weaker than he does, but he tries. He feels exhausted, too tired to tell Alec than none of this is his fault. He already said it before, a lot of Times. But his Shadowhunter continues to blame himself for all this mess. Magnus doesn't feel like he could speak now, but he tries to give the reassurance with his comforting touch. He’ll do anything to reassure Alexander now. It’s going to be fine, they’ll figure this out together.

“I thought you were gone, I-“ Alec still rumbles, his voice wet for crying. “I can’t-, no I-“

“We’ll always find our way back to each other.” Magnus whispers faintly and another sob overcomes Alec’s body.