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aang-shadowhunters · 6 years

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Title: 12 Days of Malec Christmas

Chapter 3/12: White Christmas

Author: @malecbane-wood

Summary: Take a trip through the Christmas season with Magnus and Alec.

AKA

A 12 Days of Christmas countdown fic

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I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten, and children listen, to hear the sleigh bells in the snow.

- White Christmas

Magnus’s POV

“Are you almost ready to go, Alexander? We should probably head out before it gets too crowded,” Magnus said. Magnus and Alec were getting ready to to ice skating at a popular ice rink. It’s been a few years since Magnus has been ice skating, and he wanted to give Alec a few pointers, as he hasn’t been ice skating since he was a kid.

Magnus heard a bump, and a mumbled curse. Just then, Alec walked out of the bedroom bundled up in a winter coat, scarf and gloves.

“Yeah, almost ready, I just can’t find my boots. Have you seen them?” Alec asked, looking around in confusion.

“Oh, that’s right! I moved them next to the coat closet so no one would trip over them. Sorry, Alexander, I forgot to tell you,” Magnus said, chuckling.

Alec smiled a lopsided smile, walking towards to coat closet. “I was gonna say. I was sure I left them where I usually leave them.” He pulled on his boots, and laced them up quickly.

Magnus walked over to him, smirking at him, and wrapped his arms around him; pulling him in for a kiss. He rubbed his arms up and down Alec’s back, and noticed how thick his coat was. He pulled away from the kiss, and looked up at him.

“You look cozy,” he said, taking in the way Alec was bundled up. He was wearing a bulky winter coat, perfect for the weather today; 30 degrees, cloudy, and could possibly snow any moment. He was also wearing a long, wool scarf, pair of thick ski gloves. Basically, you would’ve thought Alec was about to go on a trek through the tundra.

Alec looked down at himself, worried. “Is it too much? This is the warmest coat I have, I’m pretty sure. Maybe we can stop by the Institute on our way-”

Magnus hovered a gloved finger over Alec’s lips, silencing him. “It’s okay, Alexander. I was just making a joke. You're just quite bundled up, is all,” he said. This is one of the reasons why they were going ice skating. Alec needed to let go of his worries, and have fun.

“Oh, right,” Alec said, chuckling.

“It’s quite alright, Alexander,” Magnus said. He cupped Alec’s cheek, and pulled him in for another kiss. “Are you ready to go now, darling?”

“Yeah, I think so. Don’t you have those headband things you wanted to try?”

“Oh, I totally forgot! Thank you for reminding me,” Magnus said. He walked over to the coat closet, and grabbed off the top shelf the two earmuff headbands he just bought. He got Alec one that was made of black fleece, which he could tell was very warm and comfortable just by holding it in his hand. The one he bought for himself was a crochet styled one that was made of gray wool, and had silver, glittery strands threaded through it.

“Okay, now, we’re ready to go.”

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Now at the ice rink, Magnus and Alec were putting on their rental ice skates, and getting ready to get on the ice. There weren’t as many people here as Magnus originally thought, which is good so that they can have more space to move around.

Magnus went out onto the ice first, skating in a few circles to test it out. Then Alec followed, a little wobbly, and leaned his hand on Magnus’s shoulder to balance himself.

“So, are we just gonna go off by ourselves, or...what?” Alec asked, looking a little nervous.

Magnus took Alec’s hands in his own. “How about we go together? I’m a little rusty as well, so we can help each other out. Besides, if one of us falls down, we’ll take the other down with us!” He said, laughing cheerfully.

Alec started laughing as well. “Yeah, I suppose you're right. Let’s go,” he said.

Magnus let go of one of his hands, and shuffled his skates to get them moving. He was able to glide easily across the ice, and Alec started to pick up a rhythm on his own.

“I think I’m starting to get the hang of this, Magnus,” Alec, sounding more confident with it.

“That’s wonderful! Here, watch this,” Magnus said, and he let go of Alec and spun around to do three spins in a row. Then he leaped in the air, and did some more tight spins.

Alec was looking at him with so much love in his eyes. “Wow, Magnus, that’s amazing! How did you learn to do that?”

“Years of practice, my dear. That, and it also helps to know a little ballet.”

“You can do ballet?”

“Of course. Well, sort of. I know enough to do all the signature twists and turns of figure skating. This Seelie that I used to know disguised herself as a mundane, and became an Olympic figure skater. I learned a lot from her,” Magnus recalled.

“Here, let me try something,” Alec said. He backed up, and he adjusted his feet to turn in, and he was able to do a few turns; he then skated forwards, and glided to the side.

“There you go, Alexander. You're really getting the hang of this!” Magnus said, impressed.

“Well, what do you expect? I have a wonderful Warlock boyfriend who’s teaching me,” Alec said, skating towards Magnus, and placing his arms around his waist.

Magnus smiled brightly at that. “Hmm, surly he’s not as wonderful as my Shadowhunter boyfriend. Now he’s a keeper.”

Alec took Magnus’s hand, an expression of pure love on his face, and said, “Come here. Let’s keep going.”

They circled the whole rink about three times, laughing and helping each other along the way. They did fall down a couple times, each pulling the other down with them, and traded a few sweet kisses.

“Hey, why don’t we take a break?” Magnus suggested, trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah, that's a good idea,” Alec agreed, and they skated off to the ledge, and huddled there for a moment.

“I’m glad we agreed to do this, Alexander. This has been so much fun.”

“I know, I can't believe I haven't done this in such a long time.” Alec placed one arm around Magnus’s waist, and the other around his neck. He pulled him into a deep kiss; it was so full of love, and it warmed Magnus all the way down to his toes. He wrapped his own gloved hands around the back of Alec’s neck, deepening the kiss further. Alec broke the kiss, and said,”Hey, last one to make it around the rink is a rotten egg!” And he skated off quickly, leaving Magnus flabbergasted.

Magnus got a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, no you don't, Shadowhunter!” He said, laughing out loud at his boyfriend’s antics. “You're gonna get it!” He skated off after him, both of their giggles echoing through the rink.

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the-cowgirl-bookworm · 7 years

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Drunken Road Trips and Family Bonding

Chapter 6

Someday We'll Walk In the Rays of a Beautiful Sun

Ooh, Child, The Five Stairsteps, 1970

Yondu feels ahead!

The M-Ship slipped out of another jump point, its occupants give a groan as the ship settled down into the planet's atmosphere. So far they'd made twelve jumps, ten to find the second jump point Yondu and Peter had used, and another two to try and figure out the one after that. Mantis collapsed back into her seat, breathing quickly. "Do you think we could stop for a moment?"

Gamora glanced down at her nav display. "For a few minutes, until we try and trace their signal."

Even Drax gave a groan at that. "I agree with Mantis. I am feeling ill."

"I am Groot." Root looked green, well, greener than usual.

Rocket glanced over. "Not you too."

"I am Groot."

Rocket's ears twitched. "He does have a point there."

"What did he even say?" Nebula hissed from her spot behind the cockpit.

"He said that not all of us are cybernetically enhanced and can't take as many jumps in a row." Rocket glanced down at a display, his makeshift tracking program scanning the space around them for any trace of the Eclector. Jump points didn't register ship details, part of why Ravagers loved them so much, but there was a brief disturbance that ships left as they went through. All Rocket had set this program to do was compare the disturbances to the probable time the Eclector came through. Unfortunately the sensors on this M-ship were particular pieces of shit so it took awhile to scan. Rocket tapped the display with a claw, narrowing the focus of the search. "Yeah, I guess we can wait for a bit."

There was a sigh of relief from the back part of the cockpit, along with Drax loudly announcing that he had to void his bowels and was claiming the head. Nebula watched him leave, her robotic hand cleaning around a brace as he walked by her. "Why do you allow that one to travel with you? He's disgusting."

Gamora unbuckled herself. "Drax takes awhile to get used to, but hygiene is not his best suit." The two sisters started to speak quietly, moving further down the hallway.

Mantis scooted closer to Rocket. She pointed at the planet below them, dark eyes taking in the warping pink and yellow gas below them. "Do people live there?"

Rocket looked up. "Nah, gas giant. Think Ragax had a refining facility out here years ago, sucking up the gas."

"It is very pretty."

"It's a big ball of gas."

Mantis smiled. "May I?" Drax had explained that most people did not like their emotions to be aired aloud, although he also thought people who got mad at Mantis for accidentally reading them deserved to be punted out of an airlock. So she reached out a palm, hoping that Rocket would let her touch his paw.

Rocket pinned his ears back, fangs bared. "No, go back to looking at your frickin' ball of gas."

Sleeping in was something a Ravager captain was not usually allowed. Sure, if your crew was blacked out you could catch a few minutes without worrying that someone was going to come and shove a knife between your ribs, but even then it paid to be on your guard. So Yondu was ready to have his arrow chase Quill off the ship when the boy shook him awake, but upon being told that the boy planned to leave, he merely gave him a few rules and fell back asleep.

Hours later, Yondu finally rolled out of bed, grabbing what had been leftover from dinner last night for breakfast. It took a bit of adjusting, but he was able to hook up the long range antenna to pick up a somewhat scratchy Shi'ar soap opera. Peter had given him shit the first time he saw him, Kraglin and Horuz gathered around the view screen, watching D'keh and R'Lek argue over who was the father of R'Lek's egg. They all knew it was D'Keh's brother Ironwing, but D'Keh seemed convinced that R'Lek had taken up with a servant. Peter had promptly declared that what they were watching was stupid, boring, and for pansies.

His shit talking had earned Peter a three week ban from watching anything at all. By the time the ban had been lifted, the boy was more than glad to join them. It tuns out space was kind of boring when you were puttering around between jobs, staying on the thin edge between the Nova Corps and the Imperium. There was only so much drinking, fighting and fucking a crew could do before even that held no appeal. So most of them had their guilty pleasures they indulged in when they hadn't grabbed a job yet. Yondu would never be able to forget finding out about the underground crochet circle he had found working out of the tailor's room, ten of the toughest Ravagers on the ship knitting together and gossiping.

There had been a silent understanding that if any of them spoke a word about it they'd find themselves gutted and spaced in short order.

So as far as off time hobbies went, Yondu felt his wasn't that bad. The soap opera ended, switching to some news story from the Imperium. He turned the display off, stretching his arms as he walked down the ramp. He didn't quite understand why Quill had such an intense attachment to this place, but then again the boy had cared for a piece of plastic like it was a child for twenty years. Yondu sat down on a nearby rock, closed his eyes, and reached out.

Years ago, on his way back from a job for Stakar, he'd ran across some ancient storyteller in a backwater bar. The storyteller had spoken about Centaurians, about how they could sense an animal halfway across the planet with their eyes closed, but lost that ability the more sentience a being had. Yondu hadn't believed it, until he tried reaching out when he was on a stakeout because, fuck it, he was curious. He gotten a couple brief impressions, but nothing more than that. Yondu briefly remembered the Kree saying something about how his implant linked him with his arrow, how it gave him more range and more power with it than a normal Centaurian would have.

They'd been talking about that before they sliced his crest off and drilled into his skull.

Maybe losing his crest meant he couldn't sense things he couldn't see, but occasionally he'd get a flash. Like yesterday, he could feel where the fish were and it seemed so simple to guide his arrow to them. Yondu tried to steady his breathing, reaching out. He could feel his prototype fin warm, red light leaking out. There was a slight flash in his mind, a fish getting spooked and swimming to deeper water. He could sense the trees better, but when would he ever need to attack a tree. Little 'ol Twig could barely harm a space rat, let alone turn on him.

Now his arrow, that he could sense with ease. No matter how far away it was, he always felt it. It was rather comforting to have it close by, something that he could feel without having to concentrate. That ancient storyteller had said Centaurians could alter the path of arrows they fired from their bows, but nothing about not needing a bow at all. Yondu felt that his arrow was more useful without a freaking bow, and why would he want to be like those other Centaurians anyway? He was a badass Ravager captain who nobody fucked with.

He opened his eyes, shook his head, and immediately regretted it. Trying to sense things gave him a splitting headache. He made his way to the lake shore, made sure that his arrow was stashed somewhere near the edge of the lake where he could easily whistle it to him, and dove in. The water was cool, relatively clear, and he dove deeper. He surfaced for air briefly, hearing a crunching from the forest. He sunk down, eyes poking out of the water, along with a good six inches of fin.

Quill was pushing an overloaded repulsorlift back, huffing as he directed it. Yondu couldn't help but grin, the boy had always had eyes bigger than his stomach. A curious fish was swimming up to his feet. Yondu jerked down, grabbed the fish, and then flung it at Quill. It smacked off his head, hit him with its tail, and then flopped all over his boots. Yondu cackled as Peter swore a blue streak.

"I can see you out there! Freakin' wannabe jaws. You're not that sneaky!" Peter yelled out, and Yondu whistled, sending Peter racing away from his arrow.

#guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #yondu udonta #drax the destroyer #mantis #gamora #nebula #groot #rocket racoon #fanfiction #fanfic

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