*also featuring smirk face and don't look at me i'm done*

“Usually I wouldn’t say this, but can you please just use your magic?”

“You were the one who suggested this, darling.”

“Yes, well, I was wrong.” Alec looked down at his once clean black t-shirt and jeans which were now covered in flour and the occasional splatter of marinara. “Obviously. So, can you please just magic this mess away and steal a pizza, or however it is you magic in ready-made food?”

“Alexander, I’m offended you would even think I don’t pay for the food I get.” Magnus smirked at Alec as he continued to assemble the misshapen pizza.

“Magnus. Come on,” Alec said, closing the distance between himself and his boyfriend so that the sides of their bodies were pressed together and he could sneak an arm around Magnus’ waist to pull him even closer.

“We’re almost done, love. If I magicked up a pizza now all of this would have been for nothing.” Magnus sprinkled another layer of mozzarella on the misshapen dough with an understated flourish that made Alec smile.

“All right. We can finish making it. But if it turns out disgusting will you at least let me order a pizza instead?”

“If the pizza we lovingly made together turns out unpalatable, then yes, I will magic a pizza in.” Alec shook his head at Magnus’ put-upon tone, his smile becoming wider with affection.

“Thank you, Magnus. I love you,” Alec said, leaning in to press a kiss to Magnus’ temple.

“I love you too, Alexander. Although, if you really loved me you would eat the pizza we made together even if it does end up being disgusting.”

“I would do anything for you Magnus. You know that.” Magnus turned away from the pizza for a moment to look into Alec’s eyes, his own eyes bright with love and a hint of disbelief hiding in their depths, still surprised by the loving words that so often passed Alec’s lips. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could Alec interrupted him. “But asking me to eat disgusting pizza is too much.”

Magnus laughed, his head tilting back and his chest shuddering. Alec wondered at how Magnus laughing somehow made him more beautiful than he already was. His face lighting up as he smiled wide, glowing in such a way that Alec was mesmerised, never wanting to look away, content to live the rest of his life taking in Magnus’ features and watching different expressions play across his face. Alec swallowed hard, his heart beating faster when Magnus turned that ethereal smile his way and gazed at Alec with so much love and softness.

“I suppose it would be too much to ask. I’m sorry I even suggested it,” Magnus teased, wiping his hands with a dish towel before placing one delicately against Alec’s cheek, an action Alec invariably leaned into, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment of their own accord as they always did. Once he opened his eyes Magnus smiled gently before leaning in and pressing their lips together for a mere moment before leaning back, rubbing his thumb against Alec’s cheek.

“Now, will you help me put this definitely not disgusting pizza in the oven?”

“Yes. You know I will,” Alec said smiling and shaking his head minutely so as not to dislodge Magnus’ hand.

“Great,” Magnus said, punctuating the word by patting Alec’s cheek before pulling his hand away and turning back to focus on the pizza. “I am sure that it is going to turn out amazing.”

“So am I.” Alec shook his head fondly, unable to disagree with Magnus when he was smiling like that.

“I’m glad you’re seeing reason, Alexander.”

Alec huffed a laugh as he opened the oven so Magnus could slide the pizza in. He took one last sceptical look at it before closing the oven and releasing a deep breath. As Alec continued to stare at the closed oven doors, worrying about his near future inevitably full of him eating at best subpar pizza, Magnus entered his space,  placing his hands on Alec’s hips. Alec turned to look at Magnus happily; he took in the content smile on Magnus’ face and felt a matching one settle on his own.

“You know, that pizza won’t be done baking for at least eight minutes,” Magnus breathed, tugging Alec just that little bit closer.

“Hmm, really?” Alec’s gaze dropped to Magnus’ lips and his heart startled in his chest.

“Really,” Magnus replied, smirking as he watched Alec stare at his lips.

Alec hummed in response before breaching the space between them and kissing Magnus, catching Magnus’ bottom lip between his own. Magnus sighed into the kiss, bringing up one of his hands to the back of Alec’s neck, scratching at the short hairs there.

After what Alec believed to be much too little time, Magnus broke the kiss, pulling back far enough so he could properly look into Alec’s eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Alec breathed, unable to stop a soft smile from forming as he got lost in Magnus’ eyes and his entire body hummed with warmth and love.

just a small thing for @geertruis‘s prompt which wanted some show jumper!charles and horse trainer!erik

not exactly following the prompt, but at least have some horse trainer!erik, mystique the horse and charles the rider!

Thoroughbreds and bloodhorses were quite different from the ones Erik had grown up with. More skittish and prone to unpredictable moves, hotter and not nearly as hardy as the draft and Icelandic horses he was used to. It was the first big revelation Erik had had since he started his internship.

They needed a more delicate approach, a softer touch when handled. They yielded easier, but burnt faster. But even though they’d never been treated with natural horsemanship, it was easier than he’d thought to establish a connection, much to Sebastian Shaw’s annoyance. The man had a temper and was quick with the whip. He had ripped Erik a new one when he’d found out Erik had taken Emma, his priced, snow white Arabian mare, down to the paddock for groundwork and free longeing despite the fact that she was far from green.

Erik hadn’t been let near her since, which was a waste. 

The other owners were thankfully more interested in positive results than tradition, and had so given him free reign over the remaining geldings and mares. This morning he’d taken Mystique, the youngest of the showjumpers, down into the paddock for longeing. He’d worked with her for nearly three weeks, and was finally starting to see some progress. Last time, at the end of the session, she’d approached him all by her own, nearly touching her muzzle to his outreached hand before changing her mind and bolting, only to come back a second later, coming nearly as close.

Now, her dapple-grey coat glinted almost blue in the late morning sun. She might look lean, nearly skinny, but she was strong and mulish; determined not to let anyone rule over her. However, she had just the strength and suppleness of a good jumper, if only that hurdle of sourness could be crossed.  Knowing her background would have helped Erik’s cause, but ever since the incident with Emma, Shaw had forbidden him to enter the offices ever again.

So he had to work with what he had; what he could read from her body and action.

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