#kidsfic

[liron-ao3]

Little Max drags his father to a reading in the local library. Alec finds himself fascinated by the Drag Queen who reads for the kids.

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[liron-ao3]

DRAGGED TO LOVE

"Pleeeeease, Daddy. She's so beautiful!" Max whines as he tries to pull Alec to the event room in their local library.

Alec rolls his eyes and looks at his watch. "Okay. But you need to stay absolutely quiet, okay? She started five minutes ago."

A squeal leaves the little boy and he quickly puts both hands over his mouth. Alec chuckles. Max hasn't been this excited since his mother—Alec's childhood friend—died. Seeing his son like this shatters his heart into a million pieces and glues them back together instantly.

They tiptoe dramatically into the room where the reading just started. There are no seats left but a single one close to the front. They sneak into the row and Alec pulls Max on his lap. Next to them, a boy, maybe two years older than Max, smiles at them before he turns his gaze back to the Drag Queen reading from a children's book.

Alec looks around. The crowd is diverse in any way. It makes him happy and uncomfortable at the same time. He fits right in. A single dad on one hand, a gay man on the other. Not that everyone is queer in the audience, but he feels it's a safe place where he could really be himself, open and proud. But he knows that his identity as a gay man is valid, no matter if he's out or not. No matter if he ever kissed a guy.

But with a kid that shares his dark hair and beautiful eyes resembling his own, even though they aren't biologically related, it's hard to get a date. Not that he would have time between work and Max anyway.

The Drag Queen is really good at her job, both style and reading-wise. Her soft baritone is easy to the ear and Alec finds himself thinking about what the man under all the make-up might look like.

His eyes are beautiful and his lips, too. Alec never thought he might have a thing for lips glossy and slick-looking. But the way this mouth moves around the softly formed syllables is magical. He can't pull his eyes off them. The words themselves don't register in his ear anymore as his eyes travel up the bridge of the Drag Queen's nose and down her perfectly accentuated cheekbones.

Alec pulls his eyes away from the piece of art in front of him. Not every man doing drag is gay. And no matter what, he'll never gather the courage to ask someone out who looks so comfortable in his own skin, who doesn't shy away from attention, who is so disturbingly beautiful that the sheer thought of talking to this man sends a blush to Alec's cheeks.

The reading comes to an end and the Drag Queen invites all kids to ask questions. Max, shyer than his dad shy Maxwell Michael Lightwood, stands up on his fathers thighs and raises his hand. Impatiently he wiggles around until it is his turn.

"Hello. Who are you?" the Drag Queen asks, and Alec is glad that his face is hidden behind his son's back.

"My name is Max and you are so beautiful!"

"Why thank you. You look quite fantastic yourself. Like a little blueberry. I love your hat."

Max's hand goes to his head and he grins proudly. "My dad knitted it for me because blue is my favourite colour."

The little bugger moves slightly to the side to give a free view to Alec, who raises his hand awkwardly and waves.

The Drag Queen grins widely and scans him for a moment before she turns her eyes back to Max. "You have a very talented father, Max."

"Yes." The boy grins. "He's the best."

The boy next to them chuckles. "No. That'd be my dad," he says for everyone to hear. The audience laughs and Max sits down again, snuggling his small face against his father's chest in embarrassment.

"They're not laughing at you, Max. Everybody thinks their dad is the best."

"Not you," Max retorts.

Alec worries his lip and stays silent. He never wanted his son to know about his strained relationship with Robert. But kids are so much smarter than adults give them credit sometimes.

The boy next to them turns and cocks his head to the side to face Max properly. "Sorry. I just love my dad."

"Why? He's not even here with you?" Max pouts.

The boy's eyes grow tight around the edges. "If you stay a little, you'll see how he appears out of thin air."

Max looks at the other boy wide-eyed. "Is your dad a magician?"

"Something like that." The boy grins like a Cheshire cat.

Somewhen during their little talk, the reading has ended and Alec puts Max on the floor. "Let's go. Time for our Monday ice cream."

"No, I wanna see his dad."

"Come on, Max. I'm tired."

"He'll only need a few minutes," the boy says. "Maybe we could join you. I love ice cream!"

Before Alec knows it, the boys are absorbed in a deep conversation about the best ice cream flavours, pros and cons of cones and cups. The only thing they can settle on is that sprinkles make everything better.

"Rafe, I'm finished. Are you ready to wrap up?" A familiar voice comes from behind and with it the heat in Alec's cheeks returns.

He takes a deep breath before he moves around. Sparkling eyes and still shiny lips greet him as he takes in the man in front of him. Quite magical indeed.

"I'm Magnus. I don't think we've been formally introduced," the magical man says and stretches out his hand.

"A-Alec," he stutters. "Oh, uh… We should really…"

"We should what, Alec?" Magnus asks with an amused smirk dancing over his face.

"I meant Max and me. I would never," he trails off. Great. He sounds like he wasn't able to finish a single sentence.

"Max and I want ice cream," Rafael saves him from saying more stupid things.

"Do you? Well, that depends on Alec. I'm open to everything," Magnus says and winks at him.

Alec nearly chokes on his own saliva. "I—"

"Daddy only likes one flavour," Max says, rolling his eyes. "Salty caramel."

Magnus raises an eyebrow, mischief sparkling in his eyes. "Is that so?"

Alec moves his lips but he's unable to form any words. His cheeks are burning crimson now.

"Stop flirting with the audience, Papa," Rafe whines. "You always say it's bad for business."

Magnus chuckles. "You're not wrong. But I have a hunch that this might be the exception that proves the rule."

He looks Alec square in the eyes.

"That—that would be nice," Alec says.

Magnus' smile grows wide. "It would be nice indeed."

[lilacfarm]

3?

3. rant. just do it.

i kinda want ice cream rn and we have some in the freezer so thats great but i don;t wanna get up cus im sp comfy also i gotta pee but lord.....im so comfy. the chair i have in my room is a butterfly chair which means it has legs that fold out and you like put a big cushion over the frame and my old one actually broke bc the legs bent too far and ive had this new chair for like a couple months but i can already see the frame is quite bent so im wondering if its my fault for being heavy or for putting stuff on it or if its the chair bc i know this chair is adult sized so idk

[strangemyg]

11?

Something you want to do again next year? ohhhh, i was a lot more social this year than in the past, so I’d like to keep that up. hang out with friends more.

send me things?

[bibs-ahoy]

Electric Violin and Steel Drum? :)

Hullo! Thanks for the questions!

Electric Violin - Have you ever been in a musical/play?

No, not really. I have done skits before though, if that means anything.

Steel Drum - Favourite season?

Definitely winter. The mosquitoes all mysteriously disappear and the places I live/have lived in get some nice breeze. And if I’m lucky then there’s a cold front which is A+ weather.

Feel free to send another!

[lilacfarm]

Shane Dawson???

never watched him before. probably sucks. he looks kinda like onision so No

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