Malec One-shots

Tickling

Alec stared at Magnus with his are-you-shitting-me face. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “You’re kidding.” He said. Magnus shook his head – he was deadly serious. Alec put his hand to his mouth in awe – “No, that’s not possible.” He murmured. Magnus shook his head,

“I’m not sweetie, I’m really not.”

“How can you not be ticklish?” Alec asked. Magnus smiled,

“I have been tickled all too much in my life, it just doesn’t affect me anymore.” he said. Alec leaned over, and began tickling the warlock’s stomach. He remained stoic, not laughing once. “That just succeeded in turning me on.” Magnus said. Alec pulled away,

“That’s just… wrong. How can you not be ticklish?” He breathed. Magnus laughed,

“I have cat eyes and no belly button and supernatural powers, and yet the fact I’m not ticklish is wrong?” Alec stared at him,

“I’m serious! That’s just creepy!” Magnus cocked his head.

“You know, just because I’m not ticklish doesn’t mean I can’t tickle you.” He said, pulling Alec out of his sitting position, and attacking him viciously with tickling. Alec was giggling and choking on his own laughter. He couldn’t breathe, and his face was going red. In a lot of ways, it was unpleasant, but he still couldn’t stop laughing. Magnus finally pulled away, and Alec rolled onto his side, still giggling. Magnus looked satisfied. “I’ll have to keep in mind what tickling does to you.”  He breathed, going in to attack Alec with another round of tickles.