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Merry Christmas, incorrect-malec!

For @incorrect-malec. This is the first part to a larger fic which will be updated sometime after the reveal, as the plot ran away from me! I tried to incorporate as many of the proposed likes as I could to make this an interesting and fun gift! Happy holidays, dear giftee, I hope you sincerely enjoy your present ❤️

Minor content warning for some cursing and small mentions of blood.

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find me here (amidst the chaos)

“Mr. Lightwood-Bane? You have a special visitor.”

Alec glances up from the spread of ridiculous red tape sprawled across his desk. An antique grandfather clock nestled in the corner behind him ticks away the idle seconds.

“Ah.” Alec leans into the high-backed support of his office chair. “Mr. Lightwood-Bane, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

Magnus glides into the room, shutting the ornate door behind him with a heavy thud. “You forgot your lunch. I assumed it was all a simple ploy to trick me into bringing some for you.”

“A reasonable assumption.”

“I probably shouldn’t be indulging in such skulduggery,” Magnus skirts around the desk, his magic tidying the paperwork into neat piles off to the side. “Alas, it has been some long six hours since I last saw my husband, and I’m little other than a fool for love.”

Alec stands and sways into Magnus’ space. “It is known to be a great weakness of yours.”

“Love?” Magnus wraps his arms around Alec’s neck, soothing his fingers against the nape. “Hardly. Love is too often fleeting. You, however?” He brushes the ghost of a kiss against the corner of Alec’s mouth. “You have always been my greatest weakness.”

Alec kisses Magnus, because it says more than words ever could, because there are no words in any language that he knows which could be enough to express how he feels, how his core is alight and burning hot, how he can’t get close enough without knocking them both over, and even that wouldn’t soothe the ache.

“You didn’t even bring any food with you,” Alec points out, pressing a fleeting kiss to Magnus’ temple, lest he kiss any lower and come away with a shimmer upon his lips. His hands are broad and firm against Magnus’ hips, drawing him close until the ornate buckle of his belt is nestled against Alec’s belly button. He’s slouched, relaxed and calm.

“An easy fix.” Magnus pecks the very tip of Alec’s nose, grinning easy at the way it scrunches. “What are you in the mood for?”

“I really want to visit Sky,” Alec sighs, his shoulders drawing up. “I miss their chebureki. I’m craving their chebureki. But I have to file through this paperwork, or the Clave are going to be breathing down my neck.”

Magnus traces the love rune against the nape of Alec’s neck. “I mean this with every breadth of my soul.” He pulls back, drawn to the mirth that draws Alec’s brow together before staring into hazel eyes which have always held his own gaze with such resolve it’s a wonder he ever questioned them. “Fuck the Clave.”

Alec laughs, hearty and full. Magnus kisses the lines of his eyes, warmth cloaking him like a homemade blanket. This, right here. This is all he needs.

“Is that a proposition? I think I have a form somewhere for interdepartmental relationships, I’d be happy to sign it for you.”

Alec feigns to pull away, his hands falling to his sides. Before he can even turn his body, Magnus takes both of Alec’s hands in his own, kissing the space on his ring finger above his wedding band and the ridges of his knuckles while the other intertwines their fingers, squeezing tight and holding their joined hands against his heart - or, rather, a rough estimation of where his heart is, hidden beneath his unbuttoned silk shirt and floral blazer.

“Burn it.” Magnus insists, resting his chin on the back of Alec’s hand, still held tight within his own. “Or shred it. Do you have a paper shredder? We can start a recycling plan! Saving the planet is really something the Clave should care about. Maybe they can investigate that, and then while they’re busy saving the world - I know that you Shadowhunters love that - we can steal away and pretend you never insinuated that I would ever break our sacred marriage vows for the Clave.”

Alec leans back, tapping the side of Magnus’ sleek ankle boots. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even joked about it.”

“I wouldn’t break our vows for anything.” Magnus pulls a face. “Suggesting I would do it for the Clave is just insulting, Alexander. I have far better taste than that.”

“Is that so?”

Magnus hums, turning Alec’s hand to kiss down his wrist. “I’m pretty sure I have a certificate somewhere that proves it.” He murmurs, tilting his head into the cup of Alec’s palm against his cheek. “Unless that’s how you tested out your paper shredder? We haven’t cleared up whether it exists yet.”

“Your environmental concerns are heard and are being considered by the Inquisitor at present” Alec teases, before adding. “I’m pretty sure that Aline has a paper shredder in her office. It’s definitely the kind of thing that Helen would have gifted. Probably wrapped in a bow, too.”

“That does sound like our Helen.” Magnus steps forward into the gap of Alec’s thighs. “I’m afraid that all I am hearing is that there is in fact no reason why you can’t take an extended lunch break.” He leans forward, teasing a kiss along the cut of Alec’s jaw. “Perhaps we can even enjoy it in the comfort of our own home.”

They would have, Alec prepared with a half-hearted protest that Magnus would just as quickly swallow, bending the pretence of Alec’s revolve before whisking them away in a portal that would have to be created on the balcony to protect the furniture. They would have enjoyed a lovely meal, and each other’s company, and Magnus would have sent Alec back with a sweet kiss and a promise of reservations for some late night ponchiki, conveniently forgetting to mention that he’s missed a button of his shirt.

Unfortunately, none of that happened.

“Inquisitor Lightwood-Bane? High Warlock Lightwood-Bane?”

Magnus rolls his eyes and steps away from Alec, although his hand skims Alec’s hip. The shadowhunter at the door seems familiar … Montclair something, maybe … yes, Eva Montclair. A sort of glorified P.A for various members of the Clave. Her sudden appearance in Alec’s doorway is not a terrible thing by nature, but Magnus has a feeling given the tightness of her knuckles around the hilt of her seraph blade that it is not good news that she couriers this time.

Eva inhales deeply, her shoulders curled in defensively. “I was told to come and tell you both immediately, I’m sorry if I’ve interrupted anything.”

“What’s wrong, Eva?” Alec asks, kind but firm.

“There’s been an instance near Piccadilly. A warlock appears to have recently come into their powers and is struggling with gaining control over them. The Head of the London Institute called them ‘rogue’, but I personally don’t think that’s fair. From the descriptions received all the magic seems to be defensive rather than offensive. The High Warlock there is currently unavailable but suggested that you, Mr. Lightwood-Bane, would be a … ‘fitting substitute’ in his absence?”

Magnus fixes a pleasant smile even as a laugh hiccups in the back of his throat. Ragnor truly says the kindest things. “If this is as you describe, Eva, I’m sure there won’t be any further problems.”

“Please alert the London Institute that we are on our way.” Alec requests. “And please make it clear to them that they are under no circumstances to harm the young warlock. This is no longer any of their concern.”

The hint of a smile toys at the corner of Eva’s mouth, and it’s then that Magnus remembers that she’s married to a warlock herself, and in fact he has met Mars on a few occasions as part of the Downworlder council. Small world.

“Absolutely.” Eva nods, curtly, and ducks out of the room.

Magnus nods towards the balcony doors. “Portal?”

Alec sighs, reaching for Magnus’ hand. “This has to be the fifth call this year alone. I’m starting to think those pamphlets aren't working.”

The balcony doors swing open with a flick of Magnus’ hand.

“Maybe the Institute Heads are just environmentally conscious.”

---

“Angels,” Alec whispers, when they come through the other side of the portal onto a wet cobblestone side-street, the air heavy with unshed rain. “They’re so young.”

The warlock couldn’t possibly be older than eighteen. Their torn jeans are stuffed into worn and muddy old boots, their denim vest is missing sleeves, torn at the shoulder, and the faded band tank underneath looks far too thin for a London evening. Thin, white lines stand out against brown skin, forming stars on their arms like tattoos of varying size, a mark unlike any that Alec has ever seen before and given the slight furrow to Magnus’ brow, it’s not a common one. Their hair is cropped short and pink, which could be a warlock mark, although Alec has his doubts.

“Their mark is glowing.” Magnus comments. “It pulses, see. It’s directly connected to their magic.”

“Is that unusual?” Alec asks, casting an eye around for anything to gain the warlock’s attention without spooking them. “Your eyes glow.”

Magnus drops his glamour. A point is being made, but it isn’t Alec’s. “The pulse is frantic, like their magic, their emotions. Their powers are so new that they haven’t figured out how to control any of it yet. Warlock marks, although rare, do sometimes come with the magic itself. That’s a lot to discover about yourself at once. No wonder they look so frightened, poor dear.”

Alec’s throat tightens when the warlock grips their head and folds over. “We have to help them. I don’t even know how but … we have to help them.”

Magnus grips the back of Alec’s neck, turning him until they’re facing each other. “We will.” Magnus says, firm but kind. “We are their best hope right now, Alexander, and we will help them.” He grazes his thumb along the column of Alec’s nape. “We’re good at this.”

Alec nods, rolling his shoulders back as Magnus’ hand falls away. Magnus gestures and Alec follows his gaze, towards a portable store sign advertising 25% off coats and knitwear - it’s not terribly wide or tall, but if he’s careful he should be able to hide behind it, if temporarily. The last thing they need is for the warlock to feel as though they’ve been trapped, so letting Magnus talk first and providing support without being obvious about it is their best chance at this point in time.

The first time they talked a warlock down Alec had gotten his eyebrows singed off for getting too close, too fast.

“Excuse me?” Magnus has procured a coat, probably from the store behind Alec, his hands shoved into the pockets.

To the unassuming eye, he probably appears to be a concerned citizen, his eyes glamoured once more, although there is an undeniable electricity to him that couldn’t be mistaken by those who know for a thunderstorm. There is a chance that the warlock, although presumably new to their powers, will be able to sense it as well. If that’s the case, their reaction is anyone’s guess. Alec tightens his grip on his bow.

“I’m Magnus Bane.” The warlock glances up with lightning speed, their arms wound tightly around their chest, as though doing so would keep everything in place. Alec is familiar with the feeling. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. I’m like you, see?”

Magnus must have dropped his glamour, for the warlock takes a step back, but they lose some of the tension around their shoulders. “May I ask for your name?” He asks, rocking back on his heels.

The warlock hesitates, the stars on their arms pulsing even faster. “Nova.” They say, after what feels to be an hour. Alec lets out a heavy breath and relaxes onto his haunches. This is good.

“Hello, Nova.” Magnus flattens his palm against his chest. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Is it okay if I ask you a few questions? You don’t have to answer any that make you uncomfortable. My only motivation is helping you if I can.”

“What makes you think that you can help me?” Nova spits out. They’re shaking. “I don’t even know what’s happening to me. The other day I was fine, I was normal and then I woke up yesterday and I have these weird tattoos on my arm and today I’m sending things into different rooms with just my thoughts - and none of it makes any sense! None of it!”

Magnus takes a lone step forward, but Nova doesn’t appear to notice. Alec feels a chill crawl down his spine. “You don’t know me, so what I’m about to ask of you probably goes against every instinct you have. Nova, I need you to trust me.”

“Why?”

Magnus takes another step. The hairs on the back of Alec’s neck stand to attention. “Because I’ve been where you are.” Magnus explains. “Lost. Confused. Angry. I was a child when I discovered my magic, what I could do with it. I didn’t have anybody to help me, and I always vowed that I wouldn’t let that happen to others, if I could help it. I want to help you.”

“What am I?” Nova furiously shakes their head, gripping at their elbows so tight little pinpricks of blood skate down their arms. “Why is this happening to me?”

“I prefer to call myself a warlock. Many of us do.” Magnus explains. He holds out his palm, letting a blue flame collect in the centre. “You can refer to yourself however you like. You can just be Nova, and nothing more, if you want.”

“But the magic … that won’t go away?”

Magnus shakes his head. “No. Take my word for it, you will only cause yourself more harm if you try. It’s not all bad.” The flame in Magnus’ hand turns into a cupcake, with a small sugary rainbow on top of the cream white frosting. “Once you learn how to control it, the things you’ll be able to do are incredible.”

“I lost a mug.” Nova laughs, a fragile thing. “It’s so stupid. I just threw it at the wall, but it didn’t smash or anything it just … disappeared. I looked for hours. It’s not even important, it was a quid or something but it … it’s gone. I did that. I don’t know how but wherever it’s ended up is because of me. What if - what if I do that to somebody? Make them … disappear.”

“I don’t think so.” Magnus is a few feet away now if that. “The kind of power that takes is … astronomical, not to mention the technical restraint. The worst you might do is cause some minor injuries, but even that is rare.”

Nova’s stars are glowing steadily. “Have you ever made someone disappear?”

“Not without the intent to do so.”

The answer seems to appease Nova. Alec stays hunched down, it doesn’t look like Magnus needs his support, although it would be nice to stretch his back soon, although he still trains from time to time, he isn’t exactly as young as he used to be.

“Magnus Bane. Step away from the rogue warlock at once. This is no longer an issue for the Downworlder Council to handle, this has become an Institute matter and will thus be handled by Shadowhunters. Your services have not proven useful, and this warlock must be subdued before any harm is caused.”

The electricity in the air gets sharper. Alec hesitates but eventually rises slowly from his crouched position. He catches the minute the Institute Head, Stephen Highsmith, sees him and the flood of blood to his cheeks and forehead. A second later, his head whips towards Nova, who is clutching at their head, their wide eyes caught between the three of them. Alec doesn’t have the time to search for the Shadowhunters positioned around them, knows on instinct that they’re surrounded, that the only way out is through talking and, if that fails, a little violent liberty.

“The warlock is a child.” He states, stalking out from behind the sign. He grips his bow tight and positions himself diagonally from Magnus, firm in his defence. “Surely you have higher morals than that, Stephen.”

Highsmith, a weasely man riding the coattails of his family name, sneers and draws his seraph blade. He’d never been too good as a Shadowhunter, from all accounts, but power is a currency and money talks. “It was very honourable of you to leave your post and flock to my streets, Inquisitor Lightwood, but I’m afraid your presence is simply not necessary. My men and I have it handled.”

“I’m sure you’re very capable of handling precarious situations, Mr. Highsmith.” Butter wouldn’t melt in Magnus’ mouth. “However, as High Warlock Fell is currently out of the country and has given permission for Alexander and myself to fulfil his duties in his place, I do believe it is a case best left to us. We don’t intend to intrude upon your delicate sensibilities, I’m sure you’re a very busy man who has much better things to do than to waste your time on such a small affair.”

“For the record.” Alec smiles with no heart. “It’s Lightwood-Bane. A simple mistake, I’m sure, but an important thing to rectify. Names carry a lot of importance and weight, you know.”

Highsmith splutters. “I do not have time for this!”

“Neither do we.” Magnus stalks closer, until he’s within arms distance from Highsmith. Alec inches closer to Nova, now bent over with their palms pressed against their eyelids. “This is a matter for the Downworlder council, and as it’s representatives, we will take care of it. The longer you argue and fight with us over this, however, the longer it will take until we are out of your hair.”

The back of Alec’s neck prickles with heat. Magnus continues to admonish Highsmith. “Neither Alexander nor I will budge until Nova is safe. Believe me when I tell you that there is nobody more equipped to handle this than us, and if you don’t take your leave quietly and with what little grace you can summon, you will be responsible for whatever harm or damage is caused.”

“How dare you speak to me like that!” Highsmith’s face is blotchy and red.

“Quite easily.” Magnus twists his fingers, a white-hot blast landing at Highsmith’s feet. His shoes turn into fluffy bunny slippers. The ears flop when he pounds his feet. “Respect is earnt, Mr. Highsmith, and quite frankly you have done nothing worth receiving mine.”

A low muttering draws Alec’s attention. Nova has sunk onto their knees, the heel of their palms digging into their eyes. Alec quietly side-steps closer, holding his bow behind his back so as not to terrify Nova even more.

“I just want to go home. I just want this all to end. I want to go home.”

Alec sneaks a glance towards Magnus, still holding defence against Highsmith, who has acquired shocking green hair and a yellow high-visibility vest alongside the bunny slippers. Perhaps it won’t go as smoothly as if Magnus were the one talking Nova down, he can connect with them in a way Alec never would, but he can offer support - just as long as he can calm Nova down, draw them away from the conflict, that’s all … then they can dismiss Highsmith because there would be no ‘warlock problem’ and Nova’s safety and comfort could once again take priority.

“Nova?” Alec crouches down, rocking back on his heels. “My name is Alec. I’m a friend of Magnus’. We’re going to do our best to get you home, okay?”

Nova starts rocking back and forth. Their tattoos glow brighter than before, a luminescent blue that pricks at the back of Alec’s eyes. “I want to go home.” They continue to murmur, in a voice that takes on a warbled effect, as though they were speaking underwater. “I just want to go home.”

“Where do you live?” Alec asks. “Do you live in London?”

Nova falls to their knees. In the distance, Alec hears Magnus’ tone getting sharper, although he can’t make out exactly what is being said, it doesn’t fill him with much confidence that a productive conversation is being had. Nova keeps rocking, folded over into themselves. Blood streaks down their forearms, small droplets collecting behind their ears from where their fingers had dug into their scalp.

“Enough is enough!” Highsmith shouts. Shadowhunters spill out from the dark, armed to the teeth with all manner of weapons, seraph blades and a few staves, the odd throwing star attached at the hip. Archers are scattered across the rooftops around them, arrows notched and aimed.

“Highsmith.” Magnus’ hands crackle as blue flame licks at his fingertips, wrapping around his arms. “I’ve made an attempt at civility, but you are clearly not interested in politics. Fine. Take this as a warning. Recall your soldiers. Stand down. I cannot guarantee everyone’s safety if you do not heed this warning, and the dangerous consequences your refusal could inflict are limitless. This young warlock is frightened. Let us look after them, and I assure you, nobody will get hurt.”

“I have had enough of your whining.” Highsmith spits. “This is now Shadowhunter business. Perhaps a few days in a cold cell will teach this young warlock how to control their powers.”

It all happens in a flash. Literally, an actual flash.

Alec rushes forward to protect Nova, futile as it might be, his bow poised towards the nearest threat - a Shadowhunter only a few feet away with a seraph blade drawn and pointed at the back of Nova’s head. A static roaring fills his ears, but he pushes through, hardly aware of his own body as an arrow is sent flying into the Shadowhunter’s shoulder. His skin starts to prick and burn, from his hands up to his neck and rushing down to his ankles like a wildfire coursing through a forest. His heart beats in tune with Nova’s words, I want to go home, thud thud thud thud thud.

Alec shuts his eyes against a luminescent white light, stumbling as the ground falls out from beneath him and an echo calls out for him, a desperate plea of his name shouted underwater.

Magnus?

I just want to go home.

---

Alexander? Alexander!

---

The air smells like metal and thunderstorms. Magnus whirls on his heel, angry tears racing down his cheeks. Hell, hath no fury like a warlock scorned.

“Listen to me you weasely git.” Magnus spits. “I’m done playing civil. My husband is missing because you wanted to play hero for the first time in your poor, forsaken life. Sad you never got to play soldiers with the big boys? Well, guess it’s your lucky day. I am going to take Nova with me back to Alicante, and while I’m there, I’m going to ensure that my lovely friend Consul Penhallow is updated with everything that occurred here today. Unfortunately for you, her wife has family in the area, some of whom I am sure wouldn’t mind stepping up to keep an eye on you. I’ve seen how you conduct yourself, and if it is any indication of how your Institute is run, I guarantee it is not a position that you will retain for much longer.”

Magnus raises a hand. The Shadowhunters flanking Highsmith sheath their weapons. “Withdraw your forces and go slinking back. This is not a request. You did not heed my warning, but you will weather the consequences.”

He turns, uninterested in sparring Highsmith another second of his time. Magnus didn’t see the flash, but he recognised the sign of a portal, although … there’s something about this one that is bugging him.

Today I’m sending things into different rooms with just my thoughts … I don’t know how but wherever it’s ended up is because of me … what if I do that to somebody? Make them disappear?

“Fuck.”

Nova is sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring at their hands as though they’re something alien. Magnus collapses in front of them, a mirror-reflection. They’re shaking, tremors like the ground before an earthquake.

The earthquake has come. This is the aftershock.

“I don’t know what happened.” Nova whispers, harshly. “I just wanted everything to stop. I kept wishing that I could go home, and everything got really muffled, like I was wrapped in cotton or something, but I was still here and there was so much noise, so much shouting and I was so scared-”

“Might I reach for your hand?” Magnus asks. Nova glances up, their cheeks stained with dried tears. They nod, wordlessly. Magnus turns their palms over, tracing the lines with his fingers where they glow intermittently, as though a light was shining from beneath their skin.

“You’re not mad?”

“No.” Magnus’ smile is a little thin, a little bittersweet. “Not at you. I know that Alexander is okay, wherever he is, and that’s all that matters to me.”

Nova shakes their head. “He could be dead, I could have-”

“You didn’t.” Magnus assures them. “I would know if he was, as sure as you knew when your magic appeared. Which, if I recall correctly, you said was behaving volatile today?”

Nova’s fingers curl against Magnus’. “That flash. I felt like an exposed wire. I felt…” Nova frowns. “Right as it happened, I felt really calm all of a sudden, but also … like my magic? I guess? Was being pulled out of me. I wasn’t scared anymore, though, I felt … comforted. Safe? But then I opened my eyes, and everything was the same, and all that fear came flooding back.”

Jagged pieces are coming together in Magnus’ mind. It’s a working theory, and a weak one at that, but it’s something and that’s enough for him to cling onto, to keep his sanity.

“Nova. I don’t mean to pressure you, so please do not take it that way, you are of course free to go wherever you please - I promise the Shadowhunters, the lot dressed in all black with their pointy egos, won’t cause you any harm, but … if you’re willing, I could use your help.”

“My help?”

Magnus wicks a portal into existence. The wind around them picks up leaves and twigs but in the little bubble he creates for them, they are safe. “This is a portal. I sort of invented them. I have a feeling that what you did is not all that dissimilar, but I need your help to figure that out. I hope that I’ll be able to help you better understand your own powers, and get my husband back, but only if it is something you are comfortable with.”

Nova stares at the portal in wonder. They nod, hesitant at first and then firmer with every movement. “Whatever happened … it was my fault. I know you don’t blame me, somehow, but if I can help … I have to. You and your husband were willing to do anything to help me, it’s the least I can do.”

“It only takes a word, if at any point you want to bow out, or you don’t feel comfortable or safe, your commitment ends. There’s no obligation here, okay?”

Nova nods. Magnus stands gingerly, wiping the dirt of the back of his pants and extending a hand to help pull them up. “You’ll need to keep tight hold of my hand.” He instructs. “Don’t let go until I say it’s safe, otherwise I could lose you too.”

Nova squeezes Magnus’ hand. “We’ll find him.” They promise.

“Of course, we will.” Magnus smiles, wishing he could even half-convince himself.

---

Alec focuses his landing on the balls of his feet, leaning back to distribute his weight to his heels to cushion the impact. It’s fortunate that, despite the length of time he’s spent behind a desk instead of in the field, he’s managed to keep up with his training. That fall could have wiped him out.

He takes a few seconds to focus on what he can hear, smell, see; the floor beneath him is a dark mahogany, freshly polished, the sunlight leaking in from the north facing window between drawn burgundy curtains. Outside the window echoes a busy street, tolling bells and warm chatter and … horses?

“Quite a grand entrance. Most people just use the doorbell.”

The voice, familiar in the wrong ways, sweeps under his feet and knocks him backwards, scattered along the floor. It’s only magic, which he recognises beneath its coldness, that saves him from knocking over a beautiful porcelain vase sat precariously atop an equally beautiful, engraved end table.

“Then again, I’m not sure I would have invited a Shadowhunter into my home.”

The voice belongs to Magnus, but he is … not himself. At least not the one that Alec knows. It’s rather like seeing a distorted mirror image for all that stands out to him as wrong.

The hardened glaze of Magnus’ glamoured eyes. The sneer of his mouth. The white of his knuckles curled around the top of a hardback novel. The muted colours, from his hair to his makeup-free face, to the dark pants with thin silver lines and matching suspenders over a plain black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The line of his body along the gilded lounge is carefully constructed to suggest a nonchalance which is betrayed by the tension Alec can see in the rigidity of his limbs; he’s poised to attack.

This is not the Magnus that Alec recognises, this is a stranger with his husband’s face, his history, and his memories but not his present - or, rather, as Alec is quickly coming to suspect, his future.

“I’m sorry.” Alec tries to stand up, but as soon as his hands touch the floor, they become stuck, as though someone has glued them to the wood. His feet too are rooted in place.

“Oh, no. Please don’t apologise. It’s not as though you barged into my home, my private sanctuary, with no warning.” Magnus purses his lips. “You did not pull a weapon on me. I will admit that is a nice change.”

Alec can’t feel along his back for his quiver, but he’s fairly certain his weapons hadn’t travelled with him. Magnus had cloaked them to appear when he needed them, but it’s unlikely they were spelled in preparation for a situation such as this. Not that he is 100% clear on what this even is.

“Who are you?” Magnus waves a hand dismissively. “Please don’t say ‘Shadowhunter’, I am quite aware of that much, even if your runes weren’t visible only child soldiers hold themselves with such rigid arrogance. I will concede the outfit is quite out of the ordinary, however.”

Alec clears his throat. He has to be delicate about this. “My name is Alexander.” He shifts his weight and draws his shoulders in as best he can. “Alexander L-uh, Wayland. Alexander Wayland.”

Smooth.

Magnus hums, folding his book and letting it fall onto the glass table in front of him. “I had suspected for a fleeting moment that you might have been a Lightwood. No matter.” He elegantly sweeps his legs over until both are flat on the ground, his hands clasped between his knees as he leans forward with a seamless, lethal grace. “The real question I need an answer to would be how a lanky Nephilim such as yourself made it past my wards to crash into the very room in which I had been trying to enjoy some peace and quiet. London isn’t exactly known for such these days.”

“London?” Alec echoes, without quite thinking much of it.

Despite his foolish hope that he might have been wrong, the evidence was insurmountable and quite literally staring him in the face - however it might have happened, when he’d moved towards Nova he’d been sent falling and inevitably crashing into 1884. Magnus had only stayed in London for a year, hadn’t been back since, and Alec has seen the photos of him, Ragnor and Camille, recognises the darkness in Magnus’ gaze as when he first talked about Camille, and how she had torn him to pieces, discarding him without a thought after she was no longer satisfied with him.

“Magnus, Archibald has two extra tickets for tonight’s - oh. I do not recall you informing me that you were intending on having company for the night.”

A tall, slender blonde man hovers in the doorway, staring at Alec with equal parts vague intrigue and thinly veiled distaste. Everything about him exudes taste and elegance, but there is a familiarity to his features that itches at the back of Alec’s mind. He knows the man’s face, has never met him, he doesn’t think, but knows him in the distant way that one knows legends and heroes.

“The tickets are all yours, Woolsey.” Magnus doesn’t take his eyes off Alec. “I am afraid it appears I will be a little preoccupied, I have some unexpected business to take care off. Enjoy the play on my behalf.”

Woolsey Scott. The founder of the Praetor Lupus.

This isn’t funny anymore.

“Of course.” The corner of Woolsey’s mouth ticks up. None of the documentation around him could have ever come close to capturing the real thing. Magnus had mentioned him a few times, off handed, but Alec can see how they would have gotten along. “Don’t wait up, my dear. I certainly won’t be.”

Just as quickly as he had come sweeping in, Woolsey is gone, and Alec is left to sit glued to the floor while Magnus picks him apart by gaze alone. After a few uncomfortable minutes where the distant ticking of a grandfather stirs Alec a little mad, a chair slides across the polished floor, coming to a stop seamlessly next to Alec. The magic around his hands and feet disappear. He can wiggle his toes again.

“I kindly suggest that you take a seat.” Magnus states in a tone that leaves no room for a refusal. “I have a few questions that need answering.”

TBC on AO3

#incorrect-malec #malecsanta20 #*fic20 #*gifts20

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kinkymagnus · 4 years

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Do you have nsfw headcanons or just in general about the other Magnus? The one in the other dimension?

you are an ANGEL i was legit about to make a post like “oh... im in the mood for twi magnus porn....If Only I’d Get An Ask About It” *sighs dramatically*

i dont have any specific ideas in mind right now but i just really love twi magnus? and he deserves to be RAVISHED?

so im just gonna Ramble.

like ok first of all i like to think that twi magnus is,, hm, kind of sensitive

both bc a) canon magnus is touch starved but twi magnus was like “haha you are like a little baby” and isolated himself almost completely for like a century without even hookups and shit, so like. someone PLEASE give my boy some affection. (i am using boy jokingly do not come AT me) and b) ok this is bullshit im making up but i do not care. magnus’s magic has just woken up and didn’t he like canonically say it was part of how he felt/experienced the world? even if he didn’t it’s canon now, fuck you, and like..... it’s waking up again and he feels like he’s opened his eyes for the first time in years, or taken a breath of fresh air--

oh my god i just had. the thoughts. on like, adhd twi magnus and sensory overload. like hnngngnffffhghhhhh fuck fuck he has moments where it’s all too much and he’s feeling different things and his magic is both soothing/helpful while also making it worse kind of, and like, he can hide under a bunch of blankets or take a long shower and like i feel like there’s more here but its just not coming right now.... although i do want alec to help him thru this bc living vicariously through fictional characters but it’s fine

anyway ayfkjs back to what i was saying

twi magnus is pretty sensitive and it’s not like he’s actually inexperienced or really even that shy--he’s quieter, and i feel more flustered and out of practice than canon magnus for sure, but it’s not like he’s blushing deeply at the mention of sex or anything. i love the imagery of twi alec, confident dom, being worried on how he’ll gently ease his sweet soft boyfriend who dresses in modest cardigans and the like into bdsm, if he’ll even like it (oh boy would he look so beautiful in handcuffs, or just tied up and begging and helpless, but obviously alec only wants to do that if magnus would enjoy it)... and then he tries to bring it up and twi magnus, who’s distracted, casually mentions his Sex Cabinet(TM) full of toys and bdsm gear

bc he’s not a prude, he was just like.... isolated. and alone. and kind of frightened. but it’s not like he doesn’t know what sex and kink is, or that he doesn’t enjoy it.

and maybe he blushes a little when he realizes what he’s juts casually revealed--namely, that he loves to be tied up and spanked and called a slut or whatever (magnus just casually talking without like really thinking about what he’s saying if he’s hyperfocused on doing something else, like brewing a potion or painting a tarot card or whatever, and alec loves to ask him harmless little questions and just listen to him ramble on--adhd magnus!)--but alec is just like not only are you precious and cute, you’re also sexy as hell and the hottest man alive

but really tho alec’s just like :O because magnus’s collection is even more extensive than his, DAMN. not what he expected. but you know under all those cute thick layers twi magnus is still, and i say this with deep love and affection, a total cumslut :)

also he’s just a deeply beautiful and wonderful person but you know we’re talking about SLUTTIN’ IT UP IN HERE

so like anyway magnus. sensitive. stay on topic this time. alec loves touching him all over and pulling noises out of him, kissing him and teasing him and just generally like... one, taking full advantage of him being sensitive (again this is more jokey and i don’t think alec would necessarily stereotype him like this, but i have this image of twi alec thinking he’s a virgin because he’s so sweet and modest and like, so sensitive, just a few dirty words get him so wet, and alec can get him to cum so fast, so like, their first time with penetrative sex alec is out here giving him the most sweet and romantic first time he can, and like, he would have done that anyway but it does feel weirdly special taking his virginity, even though twi alec, woke bitch, is fully aware virginity is a social construct. and then magnus, in a fucked-out post “just got dicked down so good” haze, says that was the best and biggest dick i’ve ever taken and alec’s like,,,,,,,, ah!) so like

touching him, kissing him, making him cum over and over and over again, and like with magnus’s persmission of course he just loves to fuck magnus senseless and make him orgasm over and over until he’s just a wrecked little mess and he’s all fucked out and whining and incoherent :’)

two, like..... ok idk why but i love the idea that twi magnus at first just... cums kind of fast. like their first time alec slides in (and this is after he’s already eaten magnus out and teased his clit a bunch) and magnus is already coming just from that. and he thinks its embarassing lowkey but alec’s just like 1. you’re cute 2. that was super hot

like literally alec buried himself inside magnus and he immediately came and looked so gorgeous doing it? alec is DOWN FOR THIS.

over time he builds up a stamina again and honestly it doesn’t take that long but like. just those first few times it’s way too soon and magnus is like hiding his face in alec’s shoulder and alec’s telling him how beautiful he is :’)

also ok canon magnus is a screamer and he’s def like... kind of been taught to hold that back, but generally, he’s still pretty loud in bed and with alec it’s not long before he’s confident enough to let himself be

twi magnus tho... he’s firmly like. idk if repressed is the right word, but he’s not letting himself express himself and he certainly isn’t letting himself make pathetic little noises when alec fucks him so like. he’s always biting back loud moans and stopping himself from screaming

but alec starts getting so good at pushing all his buttons (and that first time he came with alec’s dick inside him he couldn’t help the obscene moan he made and alec loved it so much it was so hot) and like, making him lose control that he starts fucking little noises out of magnus more and more until eventually magnus is barely able to stop the whimpers and whiny breathless moans spilling from his lips as alec fucks him and like

after much coaxing, alec taking full advantage of how sensitive he is, and a few small emotional talks, like... they do eventually get to the stage where twi magnus’s inner screamer is free to scream and beg all he wants :’)

but it still comes after a lot of teasing usually and (with magnus’s consent ofc) alec just.. ADORES coming up with scenarios where he gets to like, (usually after tying magnus up) drive magnus crazy with teasing and then basically fuck him so good he “”breaks”” and ends up being a loud little slut the way they both like it, even if magnus feels like he has to be “pushed” or “made” to do it in order to let himself. obviously he consented to being “”made”” to do it and all that, but like a) he just really, really enjoys alec’s methods of “breaking” him (im a slut for alec consensually!!! “breaking” him into being a little slut ive talked about this with friends many times) and b) it just feels... more ok that way, with weird brain logic that makes him more comfortable and less self conscious with being loud and embarrassing like that

also lmao “man i feel embarrassed when im loud in bed because of my insecurities and shitty past relationships. i know! i’ll make it part of my humiliation kink”

i feel like twi magnus has less of exhibitionist/humiliation kink than canon magnus, although he def likes it, especially the humiliation/praise aspect (i feel like those two absolutely have to be intertwined for him to enjoy it tho), which like with. canon magnus it’s like aw, big powerful prince of hell crying and begging like a slut, while with twi magnus he is powerful but it’s less controlled so it’s more about how he’s so put-together and modest and “shy” and quiet but here he is taken apart completely, stripped bare and taking cock so beautifully

but like twi magnus............let him be wooed..........he deserves it... i feel like he’d just be even more into being wooed and just little domestic affectionate things than canon magnus (again both him and canon magnus are the same person in different circumstances and i feel like generally they like the same things, just at different levels, canon magnus also enjoys domestic romance and wooing) but like twi magnus while i think he def would like humiliation kink (albeit mostly in private--maybe once they’ve been married a few centuries he’d be ready for something more hardcore but i feel like he generally would be more private about this, and eventually he might feel safe enough to do that again but like....mmm you know? idk.) i think he would be more into praise kink, and like, while canon magnus is more “mm humiliation kink with a side of praise :)” and loves the praise but also loves alec wrecking him and calling him a filthy little slut and leading him around on a leash, twi magnus is more “mm praise kink with a side of humiliation :)” and he likes alec calling him a slut still but he likes even more when alec strokes his hair and tells him he’s pretty and he’s being so good, and like, he likes being called beautiful and being kissed all over and yes, he definitely like being called a beautiful messy little slut, and being teased, but generally he prefers gentle and soft. that’s not to say he doesn’t want to be manhandled and fucked sometimes, but you know how it is

hey tho one thing canon and twi magnus completely agree on? Being A Cumslut. as they deserve

they love their creampies what can i say (just little! pastries! that alec makes specifically for him!)

but like really tho they both love it

god tho just the imagery tho like.... twi magnus with his cute lil short hair and like his more just overall soft look? and like twi alec, all confident with styled hair and a suit? let them dance! let alec sweep him off his feet and then carry him to bed and they’re laughing and they fall back on the bed and alec’s on top of him, kissing him, and they’re smiling and magnus just feels so happy and loved and alec is just touching him all over and kissing him eagerly, feeling so lucky he gets to have this beautiful man in his arms, under him, in his bed, and like, alec ravishing him, taking off all those layers and finding silk panties and magnus is a little blushy but also like... daring alec to take them off with his teeth you know like ;)

like sure he’s blushing a little (just a little! and like god again the imagery of twi magnus in pretty lingerie just a little flushed but still very eager? aaaAAAAA) but also he very much did this on purpose (not that he could have tripped into them and then gone about not realizing but you know what i mean) with every intent of having alec fuck him in them (or having alec take them off immediately, either way)

also tipsy twi magnus being a giggly affectionate bitch who like has zero restraint and will koala alec without shame. he’s so fucking cuddly. and twi alec, “manwhore” extraordinaire, supposedly the heartbreaker playboy type but secretly a romantic at heart, is just giving him the hugest heart eyes and wrapping his arms around him and cuddling him back (also drunk twi alec just being like canon alec’s wedding vows constantly like just. long eloquent rambles on how perfect magnus is. like, drunk twi alec is just facedown on someone’s couch at a party, monologuing about how beautiful magnus is, while tipsy twi magnus is just snuggled into his side, pressed as close as possible and for once unashamed and not shy at all about this,)

god actually tipsy twi malec--twipsy? lmao--having just super giggly affectionate loving gentle sex tbh, magnus is wearing panties and alec tries to take them off sexily but fails completely and they’re both just laughing and loving the moment and enjoying each other??

also again drunk twi magnus being incredibly cuddly and shameless and loud is amazing to me. he will happily give alec a lap dance, but he’ll also happily just koala him and demand alec be his big spoon. alec is thrilled to see him openly asking for what he wants and initiating cuddles bc he knows magnus adores cuddles and affection but feels like he can’t ask for it, so even if it’s temporary and bc of alcohol he still loves seeing magnus so open about it and like, feeling safe enough to be vulnerable with him on this

also tipsy twi magnus using magic willy nilly and he has a hard enough time controlling his magic normally this is so much worse but luckily he only gets drunk with alec after alec knows so alec is just watching in awe as magnus hums and happily dances around the loft and flowers grow impossibly at his feet

and like also just generally he has trouble controlling his magic like things floating around him absentmindedly, or things changing color, or blue sparks on his hands without him realizing... and like im like picturing alec accidentally startles him and he makes the most adorable little squeak alec’s ever heard and then alec’s knocked back a little so he basically just falls over and not even that hard but magnus is like ohmyGODOHMYGODIMSOSORRY and he freaks out a bit and alec’s like it’s ok sweetheart im fine, i’m not even bruised, and also, even if i was: absolutely worth it for that cute little squeak

AND THE TIPSY SEX THING LIKE ALEC’S KISSING UP HIS NECK AND MAGNUS IS GIGGLING AND FEELING SO HAPPY AND THEIR CLOTHES ABRUPTLY VANISH AND ALEC’S LIKE...........CONVENIENT! AND DOESN’T FREAK OUT AT ALL like magnus has a brief moment of cold almost sober like oh shit what if ive pushed too far and then alecs like god babe youre so talented

and !!! HIS CAT EYES god twi alec had not expected magnus secretly being an immortal warlock would come with sexy cat eyes (of course his brown eyes were also so warm and beautiful and alec loved them) but like he was thrilled they did and distantly he was like should i be more freaked about this? maybe. but honestly he looks so beautiful and he looked way more frightened than he should ever look that i wouldn’t like them, or worse, and that’s crazy bc they’re beautiful and he’s beautiful and i love them

and also he wants to see them full of pleasured tears LOOK I M A S LU T OK

but like ok one last go i just..... twi magnus and bondage, as he deserves,

he like, has been strictly controlling himself and isolating himself and protecting himself so long it’s hard to let go so he honestly really loves it when alec ties him up and fucks him into incoherence, makes him lose control, and like. he gets to be helpless and just let go and feel the pleasure, and alec “”makes”” him scream and beg and take it so prettily, coaxes the sluttiest of noises out of him, and like just

twi magnus looks particularly pretty all tied up and naked bc he’s normally so modest and covered up, so he looks even more gorgeous and slutty legs spread and all tied up, wet and flushed and begging for alec, and alec likes to kiss his little tits and grab his thighs and eat him out until he’s sobbing with pleasure, tease his clit and make him squirt until he’s just achingly wet and sobbing and begging for more, and alec takes pity on him and fucks him nice and hard, fills him up, and just like

again gets him out of his shell, gets him to be loud and shameless and pretty and “broken” and afterwards he’s all fucked out, alec’s taken good care of him and he’s all relaxed and he feels so safe??? and like it feels so good to be vulnerable with alec??? he’s all warm and snuggled into alec’s side and he just. has come a long way.

#trans magnus smut #twi

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angstytieflingbard · 5 years

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Platonic Taako x Deity!Reader

Request: “I saw that requests were open and that you wrote for the adventure zone, And honestly? Amazing. I was wondering if you could like write a platonic thing of Taako and the reader being friends, and like the entire time the reader hid that they were like a god or something, and maybe Taakos reaction to it? Thank you for your time, and have a great day!” -Anon

Summary: (Y/N), also known as Sashelas, deity of the sea, gets caught up in the Bureau of Balance as they attempt to uncover what exactly is going on in Faerun. This is a series of moments along that journey, and how they became friends with a certain chaotic elven wizard along the way.

WARNING: Non-graphic descriptions of canon-typical violence, light angst, spoilers regarding Taako’s backstory.

A/N: This was really fun to do! It ended up being a lot longer than I was expecting, it’s a full six pages, but I’m actually pretty proud of it! I took a bit of creative liberty with the prompt, I hope you don’t mind anon. It was nice to explore a bit of Forgotten Realms lore, particularly with aquatic elves, which are my favorite playable race in DnD. Anyways, enjoy the story, and if anyone reading this likes it or wants me to write something else, feel free to shoot me an ask!

~~~~~~~

You stood back to back with Taako, fending off strange crystal and robot monsters in the depths of Leon’s laboratory. This was your first mission in the Bureau of Balance, having just become an agent after tracking the organization down with the help of a boy named Angus.

It had been an ordeal, taking a mortal form and leaving your ocean domain, but it had been necessary. One of the few friends you had amongst the other gods, Pan, had grown increasingly concerned over the events in the material plane, and after a short chat with Istus, who had agreed that the mortals could use a helping hand, you had offered to go down for him. You had always been more involved than your peers in the guiding of your people, though land-dwellers were relatively new to you.

As it turned out, the conspiracy you had come to investigate spanned the entire continent of Faerun, and it centered around this strange organization. So, of course, you joined up, and after a short incident where you stopped someone from stealing the Gaia Sash as the “Tres Horny Boys” returned to base with it, you were made a reclaimer.

That led you to now, running a crystal-robot monster through with your trident and the eccentric elven wizard behind you cursing as he shot off a string of offensive spells.

“Shit!” Taako cried out as he got clipped with a sword. You spun and pulled him behind you, nearly decapitating the thing that attacked him.

“You good?” You asked, sparing a moment to glance him over for obvious injuries before returning your focus to the legion of enemies around you.

“I’m alive, though I don’t know how long that’s gonna last!” He replied with a whine.

“You can die after we’re done!” He cackled at that, and despite your words, you went out of your way to bump shoulders with him, transferring some of your magical energy to him. If there was one thing you were glad to retain in this mortal form, it was that, if only for its usefulness in keeping your spellcasting party members on this side of the veil.

As you both threw yourselves back into the fight, you resolved to talk to him more after this. If you both survived that is.

~~~

“There is something I can give all of you.” Istus told your group. You’d been uncomfortable ever since you walked in, not enjoying the feeling of being in another deities place of worship. She had essentially ignored you, much to your relief.

“There will come a decision, some time in your future. It will be a difficult one. And when it comes, I will give you time to decide.” All of you shared a few glances.

“I mean, that sounds pretty chill.” Taako answered for all of you, and she nodded.

“Then, I will fulfill that promise now.” Behind her, a small portal opened, and she stepped into it, returning after only a short moment, wiping a tear from her eyes as she faced all of you.

“You’re going to be amazing.” She said, and with a single nod to you, she disappeared, time speeding back up as the temple fell around you all.

~~~

A knock on your bedroom door startled you from your nightly routine. You quickly moved to open it, peeking out into the living room of the dorm you shared with the other reclaimers.

Taako stood in front of your door, looking pitifully at you. He was wearing plain pajamas, with a star-patterned blanket around his shoulders and his long blonde hair falling messily over his shoulders and down his back.

“Sorry if I woke you up, um…” He paused, hesitant.

“Come in. I was just getting ready for bed.” You opened the door wider and he slipped past you into your room. He paused for only a moment to take in your decorations before he moved to sit on your bed.

“You like the ocean, I see. I should have guessed, from the trident and all.” He said uncharacteristically softly, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face. You hummed in agreement, sitting next to him.

“Are you okay, Taako?” He took a deep, shuddering breath, avoiding your eyes as he mustered up a response.

“I wanted to talk about what happened in Refuge. With the chalice.” You nodded in understanding. The chalice had shown all of you your biggest regrets, offered to erase them, at the price of being the new holder of the relic. It had been tempting, you had to admit. Deities have many regrets over the course of their eternities, and you were no exception. But you had remembered the Bureau, the people you had befriended, and knowing you would risk the chance of having ever met them at all, you had refused the offer.

“What did he show you?” You asked softly, taking his hands in your own in an attempt at comfort. There was a pause, then he choked out a small sob, shoulders shaking.

He told you what he’d been shown, his greatest failure. Told you of Sazed, and his betrayal, the death of the people of Glamor Springs. By the end, he was curled up against you, shuddering as he held back tears.

“She was right when she said that was my worst regret. But now… I think my greatest regret was letting ever letting Sazed travel with me. Or even worse, having loved him.” You sighed softly.

“You couldn’t have known what he’d do. It wasn’t your fault, Taako. It never was and it never will be.”

You fell asleep curled up next to him, hands intertwined, the bond between you stronger than ever.

~~~

You waited for the pod to arrive to pick all of you up, more tired than you’d ever been in the time you’d been mortal as you laid in the grass outside Barry Bluejeans’ cave hide-out.

“That was absolute bullshit.” Taako said, sitting down next to you. He had helped Magnus arrange his belongings so they’d be relatively easy to hold even in his new mannequin form, and had talked Barry into his pocket spa. Merle and Magnus were still a few feet away now, talking quietly about something you couldn’t hear.

“It was. I get the feeling going back to the Bureau is gonna be equally as shitty.” You said, sitting up.

“You know what, (Y/N)? I’m getting real tired of you being right about things.” You laughed.

“Well, guess you’re gonna be tired forever then.”

The pod arrived and you all hopped on, bracing yourselves for what was to come.

~~~

You shuddered, recovering from the feeling of drinking the ichor of a voidfish for the second time. The director, Lucretia, was talking Taako, Magnus, Merle, and Davenport through the sudden regaining of apparently a century of memories. Carey, Killian, Noel and you all listened in rapt attention, you with dawning horror and anger as Lucretia explained what she had done to them.

“Do you even realize what you’ve done?” You said as soon as she finished explaining. Several pairs of eyes landed on you.

“You couldn’t understan-” She started, but you cut her off.

“The hell I couldn’t! You made the entire universe incapable of processing even the concept of the Hunger, and then you went ahead and brought it here. And now, the entire world is under attack by these things and they can’t even see them! They can’t even defend themselves!” Lucretia’s grip on her staff tightened as horror dawned on her face.

“I just… I can fix this, I just need a bit more time to cast the shield. Please.”

“Lucretia, you can’t do this! You’ll destroy every bond in the world, you know this.” Lucretia shook her head, pointedly ignoring Barry’s words.

Taako sighed deeply, turning away from her.

“Fine, whatever.”

“Taako, please you have to understand-”

“Lucretia, you realize Taako just found out he lost his sister?” Magnus interrupted her, turning to Taako.

“Taako, I know it wasn’t the way you wanted, but… You found her.”

“Let me make something clear.” Taako said finally, his gazing slowly crossing over everyone in the room.

“I appreciate what you’re doing, and I’m on board for whatever the plan is. But understand this: I have nothing, and I don’t give a shit. The world is ending, and I. Don’t. Care.” You frown at his words, settling a hand on his shoulder for just a moment. He shakes his head at you silently and you sigh, moving away from him.

At that moment, the glass ceiling shatters, and the room floods with black opal monstrosities.

~~~

“Kraavitz!” Taako cries, pulling his reaper boyfriend from the portal in the black glass circle under your feet. You smile, glancing at the two for a moment before throwing yourself at another enemy attempting to get past you.

By the time there’s a big enough gap between waves to take a breather with the rest of the group, Taako, Kraavitz and Lup have all caught up. You smile, noticing the wizards’ disguise spell is gone, and bump shoulders with him as you stand next to him. He grins at you.

“(Y/N)! This is my boyfriend, Kraavitz. You saw him in Leon’s lab I think?”

“Yeah, I remember him. You’d already caught him with the tentacles by the time I got involved in that fight though, I think.” Taako laughed. Kraavitz glanced you over curiously, suddenly going still as he realized something.

“Kraavitz? You good?” Taako asked. Kraavitz took a short step back, bowing respectfully.

“Sashelas! I had no idea you would be here, I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself sooner…” You winced as Lup, Barry and Taako turned turned their attention to Kraavitz’ exclamation.

“You really don’t need to do that… Especially since I didn’t tell anyone who I was…” You grumbled, and Kraavitz flustered.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, uh, blow your cover or anything.” He grimaced.

“You couldn’t have known.” There was a moment of silence, before Taako cut in.

“Hey, what the fuck was that? Why’d he call you Sashelas?” You groaned.

“Well, you already know my name’s (Y/N), but to the aquatic elves, and the other gods, I’m known as Sashelas, or Deep Sashelas if you wanna be fancy.”

“The other gods?” Taako asked incredulously. You glanced around, eyes catching on another skirmish in the distance.

“Wow, look, more things to fight! I’m gonna… go do that.” You exclaimed, charging off into battle.

~~~

It had been hours since the battle ended. The sky had cleared of the black opal of the Hunger, but the Starblaster hadn’t returned yet.

“They’ll come back. They wouldn’t leave us now, not after everything that’s happened.” Kraavitz said, sitting down next to you.

“I know. Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna worry about them while they’re gone.” With that, you settled into a comfortable silence as you waited.

It was only about twenty minutes later that a bright light appeared in the sky, shining brilliantly for just a moment before going out, as though to announce the return of the Starblaster.

The moment the ship settled on the ground, Taako vaulted over the railing of the deck and made his way over to you and Kraavitz.

“Hey! Sorry we took so long.” Taako apologized as he approached. He hugged Kraavitz and gave him a quick, sweet kiss before he turned to you.

“I think we need to talk, if you don’t mind.” You nodded. Kraavitz smiled sympathetically at you, moving to give the two of you a moment to yourselves.

“So…” You started. Taako laughed.

“So, you’ve been an ocean god this whole time and didn’t tell me?” He asked, an eyebrow raised. You winced.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I came up to investigate some of the things that the Bureau had been responsible for, and then I made friends with Angus and just got caught up…”

“Well, it’s a little reassuring I guess. You’re a literal god and you still hang out with me, so I can’t be that bad.” You shook your head.

“Not bad at all. Pretty fucking great, actually.” You paused. “I meant it when I said what happened wasn’t your fault. He made the choices he did, and you couldn’t help that. Glamor Springs couldn’t have either.” Taako nodded slowly at your words. He took your hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly.

“I assume you’ll have to go back to wherever you were hanging out before?”

“Yes. I’ve been away from Iumiathiashae for too long. The aquatic elves can be surprisingly needy, when they want to be.” You joked.

“You’re welcome to visit whenever you like, though. I’m sure they’d love to host one of the saviors of Faerun.” Taako laughed at that.

“I might take you up on that!” He paused for a second. “It’s still a little wild, though. I mean, my best friend is a god!” You smiled, squeezing his hand once before letting go. You stood, stretching.

“It’s about time I go. It’ll be a relief once I get to the ocean, I’ll be able to drop this mortal form of mine.” Taako stood up with you.

“Promise you’ll keep in touch?”

“Always.”

#req #request #taz #the adventure zone #taz balance #taako #taako taaco #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #reader insert

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ninwrites · 5 years

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your heart is my home

Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Words: 3619

Summary:

magnus and alec go house hunting.

written for a prompt by the wonderful @kindaresilient ❤

Read on AO3 or below the cut xx

“I love you,”

Alec’s hands cup Magnus’ face, trembling slightly from the excitement rocketing through him. He hadn’t thought that asking again would have worked, just took the chance whilst it was there because then nobody could say that he didn’t try.

He hoped, of course, that Magnus would say yes, but he could never have expected it.

“I love you, too.” He whispers, awestruck and sweet.

It’s a novelty he hopes never wears off - the way his heart skips at knowing that he has this, really, truly has a love all his own, the way Magnus’ heart lights up when he hears that Alec loves him too, as though there’s any universe where Alec wouldn’t be madly and deeply enchanted with the man before him.

“Come here,” Magnus murmurs under his breath, pulling Alec forward by his hips, as though he’s the one that’s been touch starved for what feels like weeks, as though Alec is being unfairly reserved.

Alec would lock his office door and quite happily cuddle with Magnus by the fireplace in a heartbeat, if he were permitted. He misses being close with Magnus, just grounding himself in Magnus’ presence, his touch, his warmth.

It was something that not even Asmodeus could take away from him, something that was all his own, not tied to his magic or his title but him. The true Magnus Bane, the soul that Alec fell for.

“If you insist,” Alec whispers against the corner of Magnus’ mouth, his palms warmed against the stretch of Magnus’ smile.

It’s the little moments like this that he lives for. The tease of Magnus’ fingertips over his shirt, dancing over his abdomen, the little intrigued hum he makes when Alec slides his fingers against the nape of Magnus’ neck, bending his head slightly to deepen the kiss, Magnus’ steady heartbeat pounding against his chest.

Intertwined and inescapable and impossibly in love.

“So, how does this work?” Alec brings up, later, once the lights are off and Magnus has tucked his head into the space of Alec’s neck that feels like it was made for this.

“Snuggling? I think you’re a gold star student myself, Alexander, but if you need some tips-“

Alec gently pinches Magnus’ side. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“My apologies,” Magnus purrs, though there’s a sharp smile hidden in the kiss he places against Alec’s clavicle. “How does what work, darling?”

Alec waves his free hand above his head, aware of how much amusement Magnus will get out of his floundering, yet not minding it. When Magnus teases him about talking with his hands, there’s too much warmth behind it for Alec to be offended, and too much trust between them for Alec to be uncomfortable.

“Finding a new apartment. If you even want to look for an apartment, I mean I know you loved living in the loft, and I did too, but maybe you want a house, or a mansion like Lorenzo has, though probably less gaudy, or even a farm-“

Magnus kisses Alec before he can finish his sentence, pulling back with a blinding grin, his cat eyes alight in the dim room. Alec’s cheeks flush, but he finds himself grinning along too.

“I have far better taste than a gaudy mansion like Lorenzo’s.” Magnus points out. “As for the finer details, an apartment, or house or even a farm - that’s something that we can both decide.”

Alec hums. “I don’t think I’d mind living on a farm. We could get chickens and sheep, and a dog to round up the sheep, and even a little goat we could name Jace.”

“I’m sure he’d love that.” Magnus points out, imagining the conflict on Jace’s face between the delight of being a namesake and the horror of the recipient being a goat.

“You never know.”

Magnus rests his palm against Alec’s chest, tracing the love rune against his skin - one of few he’d bothered to learn. “We can go looking tomorrow, if you’re free. I’m rather, indisposed at the moment myself. It might give us an idea of what we both like.”

Alec frowns. “So, you just, walk around other people’s homes? Are they there? Do they glare at you to stop you from touching their stuff?”

Magnus hides his grin against Alec’s skin. He’s a little worried that one day, and soon, his cheeks will split from smiling so widely. “Sometimes there is people there, but usually it’s either empty - like, a blank slate - or furnished with the idea that people will be able to see themselves living there. But they don’t usually glare.”

“Huh.” Alec idly traces Magnus’ ribs. “I know there are Shadowhunters who’d buy mundane homes, but in Alicante all of the houses are family owned. I’ve never even thought about looking for somewhere to live before.”

“This will be a new first for you then.” Magnus points out, simultaneously charmed by Alec’s outlook and astounded by the distance Shadowhunters put between themselves and others.

Alec drops a kiss to the top of Magnus’ head. “I seem to be accumulating them a lot, these days. Thanks to you.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Magnus promises, because for him, that is how it feels. It’s a privilege to see Alec grow into the man that he was always meant to be, to support him in his journey towards true, and uncompromised happiness.

If there is anybody who deserves it the most, it is Alec.

Magnus loves Alec, more than anything in the world, but there is only so much a person can take before they’ve reached their breaking point.

“Alexander,” Magnus grits his teeth. “I love you, believe me, but if you don’t shut that damn alarm off, I will have to break up with you. It’s a matter of life and death.”

“It’s half-past ten.” Alec points out, smoothing his hand across Magnus’ back. “Not that I would hold you accountable for your actions whilst you’re so dreadfully sleep-deprived, but it is the time we agreed upon waking...”

Magnus shoves his face further into the pillow. It smells like Alec’s cologne, the one he wears on date nights, and it’s the warmest place in the entire Institute - well, second, to Alec’s arms, of course, but he’s dragging himself from the bed and so Magnus is revoking his cuddling privileges in retaliation.

“We’ve already missed breakfast.” Alec states. As though he’s sad about it.

“Shame,” Magnus mumbles into the pillow.

He can hear Alec bustling around the room, his socked feet brushing against the carpet, the low whistle that sounds like a generic top 40’s hit, though Alec would steadfastly deny it if asked. It’s simple, and easy, and even when everything else in Magnus’ life feels like it is crashing down around him, he’s grateful to have Alec at the center of it, keeping him stable and picking up any pieces that chip off, holding them carefully until Magnus is ready to put himself back together again.

“We could do brunch,” Alec suggests, his voice echoing from the bathroom. “If you get your ass out of bed.”

Magnus huffs a laugh into the pillow and rolls onto his back. It is a surprisingly comfortable bed, considering where it’s located, but he supposes that’s a perk of being the Head of an Institute and not just another soldier. They have an odd sense of hierarchy, here.

“I happen to have it on good authority that you love my ass,” Magnus points out, glancing at Alec through half-lidded eyes.

Alec leans against the door-frame of the bathroom, sweatpants resting low on his hips, arms folded across his bare chest. “I love all of you.” He shrugs, his eyes trailing low and then back up with a slow smirk. “Including your … assets.”

“Alexander Lightwood,” Magnus pulls himself up onto his elbows, the sheets slipping down to pool around his waist. “Did you just make a pun?”

Alec grins. “I flirted too. Can you believe it?” He spreads his palm flat against his chest. “I’m growing up so fast.”

Magnus is grateful that the moment is so light, for there’s a depth to Alec’s words that would bring a stronger man to tears; he has come so far from when they first met, he’s blossomed and he’s glowing and happier than Magnus could have ever wished for, and he’s done it on his own.

Magnus supported him, cared for him and loved him through it all, but Alec did all of the hard work on his own - it was his own strength and determination to carve out a better life for himself that saved him.

Magnus is just grateful that he’s lucky enough to witness it firsthand.

Alec’s stomach grumbles, and Magnus is brought careening back to the present. “Okay, this growing man needs some food. I have to sign off on some paperwork but after that, I’m all yours.”

Magnus smiles warmly. “Brunch, then. I’d best pretty myself up whilst you’re gone.”

Alec crosses the room, leaning down to draw Magnus into a slow kiss. He tastes like peppermint and doesn’t seem to mind that Magnus’ doesn’t. “You’re already the most beautiful person in the world.” He states, pulling back just far enough that Magnus can see the smile in his eyes.

“You’re biased.” Magnus contends, his heart fluttering when Alec smooths his hand over Magnus’ chest.

“Perhaps.” Alec drops a kiss onto the tip of Magnus’ nose. “That doesn’t mean that I’m wrong.”

Even if it did, Magnus found it hard to believe that Alec’s mind would change - and what a spectacularly unfamiliar delight that was, to feel the faith a person had in their opinion of you, that nothing would be able to sway them.

Alec is everything to Magnus - and he’d even dare to believe, that to Alec, he is too.

“Magnus Bane, in the flesh. I almost wouldn’t believe it if not for the truth of my own gaze.”

Magnus squeezes Alec’s hand, almost sensing his confusion, before letting go to bring the real estate agent into a warm, yet politely distant hug.

“You did such a good job with the last place, I thought I’d see what properties you’re dabbling in these days.” Magnus reaches back for Alec’s hand, encouraging him to step forward. “Eudora, meet Alec Lightwood. Alexander, this is Eudora, the best realtor I’ve had the pleasure of acquainting with. Her style is impeccable.”

Eudora glances at Alec, slyly. “He’s quite the charmer, isn’t he? A silver tongue if I’ve ever met one-” Eudora tucks a stray indigo lock behind her ear, revealing the sharp point. “As a Seelie, I’ve run into a few.”

“He’s spellbinding,” Alec agrees, leaning into Magnus’ shoulder. He hadn’t expected a Seelie realtor, but then, it’s not exactly a stretch either. “I think it’s the genuineness, he really makes you believe what he’s saying.”

“I can’t tell if you’re both agreeing that I’m a liar,” Magnus intervenes. “Or bonding over my honesty.”

Eudora winks at Alec, and for a second, he sees a glimmer pass across her skin, a hint at turquoise scales beneath a mundane glamour. It’s a sign of trust, he knows, and he’s grateful for it - Eudora is clearly important to Magnus, even if it’s more on a professional level than a personal one, and her trust means a lot.

Eudora claps her hands together, shimmering blue nails clicking lightly. “Right. The two of you came to view houses - first up is a darling Victorian townhouse, with original features and a modern twist that perfectly blends multiple eras together…”

Alec trails off, still listening but finding difficulty in making sense of any of the words that Eudora is saying. Fortunately, Magnus seems perfectly enrapt with the conversation, volleying questions back at Eudora that, from the outside, seem to be the right ones. Magnus keeps his hand intertwined with Alec’s whilst Eudora leads them through the house, and Alec is content to trail behind.

It really is a beautiful house.

The outside is an elegant white, as are the walls inside, but Alec can see where Magnus would put his own flair on the place; the hallway where he’d display a delicately woven rug, the living room that would have sprawling loveseats and couches, a glass coffee table to rest fresh flowers upon, a fireplace mantel to display mementos from their trips, and framed photos. He’d put the grand four poster bed in the main bedroom upstairs, and use the opposite room as a bedroom for Madzie whenever she’d visit, the remaining bedroom down the hall for guests who decide to pop by. His office, connecting to the kitchen would be filled with various books, science and literature and modern romance that he’d refuse to admit to anyone else he loves, a sprawling desk to work on spells and potions and writing his next magical tome.

Alec could hang his keys from a little hook near the front door, his boots under the entryway table. He could have a little garden out the back, see if his green thumb is truly as black as his mother’s; they could adopt a cat, and make doors for easy access so it could come and go as it pleases. He could have a reading chair by the fireplace, to curl up in when it’s cold and Magnus is busy puttering away in his office. They could cook together in the marble-topped kitchen, Alec on one side of the breakfast bench with a silly apron, Magnus on the other with the food that they intend to eat while he instructs Alec to stir this, or taste that, or just look his handsome self because that’s help enough.

They could host barbecues in the summer and dinner parties in the fall, share tall tales of their day over takeout as they sink into the couch, take days off to watch movies in their own home theatre in the den and wake up each morning knowing that this was a place that they shared together.

Magnus and Eudora are too distracted talking about mouldings or skirtings or something else that Alec has no concept of, and he’s struck with gratitude for the lack of attention on him. He slips his hand from Magnus’ and offers a tight smile in response to Magnus’ questioning gaze, darting through the kitchen to the back patio.

The feeling of fresh air whistling against his face is a cool reprieve from the heat that had been pricking his skin inside. He knew that this wasn’t a casual date, it was an important trip and at the end of it, there’d be an important decision to make, but nowhere in his train of thought had it truly sunk in what they were discussing here.

Yes, he’d asked Magnus - essentially - to let him move with Magnus, and he doesn’t regret it. He loves waking up next to Magnus, and hates going to bed without him, considers it a specific and terrible form of heartache when Magnus is gone because missing him hurts, even if he returns only an hour later. He knows, has known for longer than he’s even realised, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with Magnus - but the weight of it feels heavier now than it ever had before.

This is the first real step they’ve ever taken together; before, it was all abstract conversation and wishful thinking, but this is tangible and real and entirely possible and Alec hadn’t prepared for the shift, hadn’t even expected it.

It’s a small grace that he’s having this, admittedly minor, freak-out before any big decisions have been cemented. It’s nice to know that he can learn from his past and not repeat the same mistakes.

His next wedding won’t be a mistake. He’s going to make sure that he’s doing it for love, and for himself, and Magnus, and not anybody else.

“Alexander?”

The French glass doors don’t make a sound when they slide open, giving Magnus the chance to hover behind Alec, close enough to touch if he so desires, before Alec notices that he’s there.

“It’s a beautiful view, huh?” Alec’s voice cracks on the final word. He fiddles with the collar of his jacket, his wrist resting against the erratic pulse of his chest.

Magnus knocks his shoulder against Alec’s. “Yes. Yes it is.”

Alec shakes his head, glancing over at Magnus. He’s beaming, smirking in that subtle way that means he knows exactly what Alec is thinking, and is far from ashamed about it.

“I was genuinely talking about the view,” Alec gestures towards the backyard half-heartedly.

Magnus shrugs. “I prefer mine.”

Alec sighs, but there’s hardly any exasperation to it. He’s far more charmed than he’d like to admit, and even just this blip of conversation has chipped away at a little of his nerves. Magnus has this uncanny ease at grounding Alec, and making him feel comfortable no matter the situation around them, like an anchor at sea.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Free of charge, for you.” Alec scours the back of his hand across the cut of his jaw. “I have to warn you, though, it’s kind of stupid.”

Magnus rests his hand against the small of Alec’s back. “I find that hard to believe.”

Alec lets his head drop against Magnus’ shoulder, wrapping his arm around Magnus’ waist. Magnus kisses Alec’s temple, squeezing him close, hand curved against Alec’s hip. Alec feels bad for wasting their time - for wasting Eudora’s time, too - but he can’t seem to get his brain onto a different train of thought. It’s determined to ride this one out until it crashes and burns.

“It could just be me,” Alec acknowledges. “I’m not exactly well-versed in relationships, and I’ve certainly never considered any kind of future as much as I have this, but it all just feels very … I don’t think that I really thought about how big of a deal this is, before, and now it’s suddenly very real.”

“We don’t have to go through with this if you’re not ready.” Magnus soothes circles against Alec’s skin, his fingers hooked beneath Alec’s shirt. “Today is just, house hunting for fun. Getting you out of those shadows you’re so fond of chasing.”

Alec angles his head so that he can look up at Magnus without moving from what is quite a comfortable position. “That’s the thing. I am ready, and I know I’m ready, I just didn’t think past that? It’s easy for me to say that the only future I want is the one with you in it, but acting on that is completely different. I don’t know how to tell what the right house is. I don’t even know how to live on my own! I’ve always lived in the Institute, where there are like, hundreds of other Shadowhunters at a time. I’ve been coddled and now when it comes to making important life decisions, I’m lost.”

Magnus cups the side of Alec’s cheek. “You’re not alone in this, Alexander. I’ve never moved in with somebody before - but then, I’ve also never loved anybody as much as I love you. Both of those are utterly terrifying to me because they’re so new, but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t the right thing for me. We don’t have to choose a new house today - we don’t even have to choose this one. There’s no pressing time schedule that we have to adhere by, we just take it at our own pace.”

“We live in a world that could end at any moment,” Alec points out, somewhat petulantly, because he knows that Magnus is right, and that it is a fact Magnus is well aware of.

“So why are we wasting time staring at a pristine backyard that costs more than the Institute’s annual food budget alone, when we could head down to Coney Island and eat ice-cream before dinner like the crazy kids we are on the inside?”

Alec pouts. It can be difficult dating a warlock - not because of the stark differences in their people, but because he’s a smart-ass who disguises his omnipotence within sugar-coated promises that he knows Alec can’t turn down, without actually coming out and just saying ‘I told you so’.

“I do like ice-cream.” Alec admits.

“I know.” Magnus kisses Alec’s temple. “Come on, let’s thank Eudora for her help before she makes me promise her more werewolf fur than I actually have.”

“Werewolf fur?”

Magnus guides Alec back towards the house. “I don’t ask questions, Alexander, I just retrieve the ingredients. Werewolves shed more than dogs, it’s not difficult to acquire, I just don’t feel comfortable keeping stock in the Institute - no offence.”

Alec shakes his head. “None taken.”

“We’ll be okay, Alexander. We’ll figure it out, together. That’s kind of what sharing a future with somebody means.” Magnus frowns. “Apparently.”

It’s a peculiar sense of calm that washes over Alec. As big and impossible as this feels to him, is only matched by Magnus; they’re both in this rickety little lifeboat together, holding onto keep themselves afloat, but if worse comes to worst, they’ll capsize together.

If it doesn’t? They’ll find a house that they both love, where they can take the next steps - together. Alec has no doubt that he and Magnus have a bright future ahead of them. He just needs to be patient, and let it come to them.

“You really have that much faith in our future?” Magnus asks as they pass the threshold. “You just, know, that we’ll have a good one?”

Alec cups Magnus’ face and pulls him in, kissing him through a blinding grin. “I have faith in us. That’s all I’ve ever needed.”

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In the minutes that had passed after Catarina had left the loft, Magnus found that he couldn’t stop touching Alexander. He was afraid to look away, as if Alexander might stop breathing if Magnus looked away. The image of him, lying on the dirty ground of the alleyway, his own arrow buried into his chest - it burns itself into his mind. It cuts through him, along with the feeling of blinding fear, and of helplessness that had poisoned him as he’d realised that he couldn’t do anything to help him.

It was a terrifying feeling. To be utterly and completely helpless in the face of Alexander’s life slipping away.

Alec’s healed hand rests on the couch between them. The skin is still pink around his wrist, and slightly swollen, despite Catarina’s best efforts. As he shifts to face Magnus, the collar of his shirt falls to the side, exposing a bit of the white bandage that covers the slowly healing wound on his chest. Magnus’ stomach twists itself at the sight of it.

“Magnus.” Alec’s voice is soft, and gentle. The one Magnus has only ever heard when it’s directed to him.

Turning to look at him, Magnus runs his gaze over Alec’s face, taking in the line of worry that creases the skin between his eyebrows. He wants to reach out and smooth it out.

Alec cocks his head to the side, regarding Magnus with an expression he can’t quite read. A second or so passes before Alec is standing up, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. He glances at Magnus.

“Come on. Get up.”

Magnus narrows his eyes at him. “What are you doing?”

Alec doesn’t answer, eyes trained on his phone while he holds out his free hand to Magnus. He turns to look at Magnus expectantly. Magnus sighs and takes his hand, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.

“Alexander. What are you doing?” Magnus repeats.

“I,” Alec pauses, smiling when soft music begins to play from his phone. He places it down on the coffee table and wraps an arm around Magnus’ waist, pulling him closer until he’s flush against his chest, “am dancing with you.”

Magnus is lost for words. It’s been so long since he last did this, since he’d told Alec late one night, in a conversation that had carried on for hours and hours in between silk sheets, that dancing was one of the few things that brought him peace, and calm.

One of them, because the other is currently holding onto him like he never wants to let go. And it’s love that Magnus sees in the soft crinkles that surround Alexander’s eyes when he smiles at him, the gentle caress of his fingers against his waist that make him feel like nothing’s wrong. Like nothing is too much, too painful, that couldn’t be eclipsed by this moment.

“Your arm.” That’s all Magnus can manage to get out, through the emotion settling itself in his throat.

“My arm is just fine.” Alec says softly, pressing his lips gently to Magnus’ forehead.

It’s the simple melody of acoustic guitar that surrounds them, wraps them in an inexplicable warmth that feels like nothing could ever break it. Magnus’ eyes sting with the promise of tears as he wraps his arms around Alec and lets himself be pulled closer. He places his head in the crook of Alec’s neck, and just breathes, breathes in everything that makes him whole.

“Thank you.” The words that escape him are so soft, like a breath, that he’s not sure if Alec even heard him.

Alec’s arms tighten around him as they move slowly to the music. It’s nothing beautiful; not a display of skill or talent, but it means the world to Magnus. He could stay like this forever.

Alec’s breath plays gently over the skin of his neck. A breath that might not have been there, if Magnus had been but a second late. The mere thought of it shakes him to his very core.

“I almost lost you today.” he whispers, in a voice that seems so unlike his own.

A soft sigh escapes Alexander’s lips. He presses closer, and kisses Magnus’ neck. His stubble tickles the skin of his neck, and warmth spreads from that spot. Magnus lets himself feel the beat of his heart, lets himself feel the warmth of Alec’s skin.

He’s alive. He’s alive. He’s alive.

“You didn’t. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love you.” The words fall from him immediately, like a knee-jerk reaction. As if they’re always waiting on the tip of his tongue, waiting to find their way to Alexander.

Alec pulls back then, so that he can look at Magnus. He moves his hands from his waist and brings them up to his face. Magnus lets his eyes flutter shut for a moment, before turning his head to press a kiss to Alec’s palm. Alec’s thumb comes up to collect a tear that had escaped Magnus’ eyes.

He didn’t even know he’d started crying.

“I love you too.” Alec says, eyes soft and gentle, “So fucking much.”

He drops a hand from Magnus’ face to hold onto one of his. His fingers intertwine with Magnus’, and his gaze falls to their clasped hands.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is strained, “I’m so sorry.”

Magnus’ brows furrow together, “Why are you apologising, my love?”

“You gave up everything for Jace. For me.”

“Not everything.” Magnus says, because his everything is standing right in front of him, “Not you.”

Alec shakes his head slightly, like he’s at a loss for words when Magnus says things like this. Magnus forces a smile onto his face. Alec has had enough pain for one day.

“I’m fine, Alexander.” He tries with all his might to keep his voice from wavering, “I’ll figure something out.”

A pained look finds its way into Alec’s eyes. “You don’t always have to be so strong.” He whispers. His thumb runs gently over the curve of Magnus’ cheekbone, “I know how much your magic meant to you, Magnus.”

He should have expected it. Alec has always had a knack for seeing beyond a façade, no matter how carefully constructed it may be. He’s a protector. And Magnus feels the weight of everything that had happened sink into his shoulders. He feels the lack of the familiar thrum of magic under his skin, feels the sickening emptiness of the well inside him. Everything is hollow.

“I don’t know what to do.” Magnus confesses, voice choked, and then he lets himself fall apart, lets himself sag and release the tension from his shoulders and lets Alec hold onto him, lets him help him pick up the pieces of what’s left of him, “I really don’t know what to do.”

“We’ll fix this. I promise.” Alec’s voice is resolute, unwavering, “I’ll move heaven and earth to find a way to fix this.”

Alec’s eyes are fierce, strong, like everything about him. It’s just one of the endless things about him that Magnus commits to memory. Alec loves deeply, guilelessly, with every part of his heart. And Magnus lets himself be enveloped by that love, lets himself find the strength he needs to overcome this in Alec. In the man who feels like he was the universe’s gift to Magnus, for anything good he’s ever done in his life.

Magnus loves him like he’s all that’s left in the world.

Alec’s fingers touch the corners of his unglamoured eyes. They flutter shut of their own accord. Magnus had forgotten about them. That they’re out in the open for all to see, now. He feels exposed. Like a nerve.

Nothing, however, could prepare him for the surge of emotion that takes over him when Alec leans forward and presses his lips gently to each eyelid. All the breath leaves Magnus, and his hands come up to clasp Alec’s wrists. And he’s the only real thing in the world then, Alexander Lightwood. The only thing keeping his head above the surface of the water.

“I promise.” Alec whispers then, and the conviction lacing every syllable tugs at something in Magnus’ chest

What did I do to deserve you, Alexander?

“And in the meantime,” Alec continues, a playful smile finding its way onto his face as Magnus opens his eyes to look at him, “I should probably train you.” His fingers run gently down Magnus’ sides, leaving a trail of blazing warmth in their wake. “You know. For self-defence.”

Magnus raises a brow at him, unable to wipe his own smile from his face, “You just want to see me in tight training clothes.”

Alec’s grin just gets wider as he shrugs, “Can you blame a guy?”

Magnus lets out a laugh, and wraps his arms around Alec’s neck before leaning forward to kiss him.

“Anyways, magic or not,” he whispers against Alec’s lips, “I’d still kick your butt, Shadowhunter.”

Alec’s eyes narrow playfully. “We’ll see about that.”

It’s moments like this that make Magnus feel like the world had really found its way into his palms with Alexander. Like there was really nothing that he couldn’t conquer with Alec by his side. The answers to everything seem to lie with the man in front of him, the man who looks at him like he’s all that matters.

Magnus kisses him then, lips lingering, feeling his breath and his heartbeat align themselves with Alec’s, until they’re two halves of a whole that seemed like the universe itself had willed it into existence.

We’ll make it through. You and I.

#3x10 ruined me and this is my way of coping #coda #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters #malec fic #malec fanfiction #shadowhunters season 3 #magnusbicon #alecsgideon #flirtingalec #champagnemagnus #kindaresilient #sharona1x2 #catarinalec #laughingmagnus #my writing

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Strong At The Broken Places - Chapter X

Alec and Magnus get a fair idea of where Jonathan's power comes from. Back at the Institute Alec and Clary figure out what might be able to break the demonic bond.

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As if it couldn’t get any worse.

While the medic treats Clary’s wound Alec receives another fire message. And knows Jace won’t be happy about its content.

“Jace,” he starts, and his brother turns to him from his spot besides Clary, still not letting go of her hand.

“What?” He raises his brow in question.

“It’s from the Inquisitor,” Alec waves the card in his hand. “About your trail. It will take place tomorrow-“

Alec barely gets to finish when Jace interrupts with frustration in his voice.

“What? Are you serious? Now?” He snorts. “Doesn’t the Inquisitor have any more important things to do, like she did all this time before? Now when Clary is here-“

“She doesn’t know this. I haven’t told her yet.” Alec cuts in and Jace looks at him confused, so he sighs and adds. “We had more pressing matters than Clave, right?”

“Yeah, right.” Jace looks taken aback for a second. “But this doesn’t change anything. I’m not going, I can’t leave Clary.”

“Jace, please.” Alec tries. “I assured her you would come at any date she established. To be honest, I thought he may come here and discuss this with me before but, here we are.”

Actually he more wanted that, than thought it might happened. He isn’t the Clave’s favourite person right now, has never been.

“No, Alec. Look,” Jace moves to get closer to him and starts in lower voice. “We’ve just got her back, and who knows what happens next? I need to be with her-“

“But Jace, this won’t take long. It’s just a formality. We’ll go there and-“

Jace starts to shake his head and Alec knows if the only person can break his Parabatai stubbornness, it’s Clary. So he turns to her with a pleading expression.

“Jace,” she starts and he quickly makes her way back to her. “Alec’s right. You should leave this whole thing behind. Think of the trial as the end of this.” She smiles gently at him. “Besides, I can take care of myself. It’ll be only a few hours.” She puts her hand on his cheek and rubs it lightly.

Jace sighs heavily as he turns to Alec, but finally he nods.

“Okay, I’ll go.” Alec doesn’t get to cheer for a second as Jace carries on. “But only if you stay and look after Clary.”

“Jace.” Alec’s mouth hangs open for a second. “I-, We settled that we’ll go there together-“

“Alec, I can handle this. Like you said, it’s just a formality. Please.”

Alec hesitates for a second. They were supposed to do it together. But as much as he hates leaving his brother alone in this, he knows Jace won’t change his mind.

“Fine.” He agrees. “I’ll stay.”

Jace beams at the news as he returns back to Clary.

It’s getting late and Alec can feel the exhaustion settling back at him. It’s been a long day, for all of them. They still don’t know everything, but with Clary’s memories back, it’s more than they’ve knew for about a month.

“Darling,” he feels Magnus’ hand traveling from his shoulder down his arm to intertwine their fingers. “we should head home. It’s been a long day.”

It’s just like Magnus has been reading his thoughts.

“I agree.” Maryse responds as she stand up from the bed she’s been sitting at. “We’re all exhausted and should get some rest. Everything seems to be under control here now.”

Clary nods at them reassuringly that she’s fine, but Luke still eyes her cautiously.

“Seriously, I’m fine!” Clary exclaims. “But you all look like death. Really, get some rest.” She holds Luke’s hand gently. “Besides, Izzy and Jace are still here. If anything happens, they’ll let you know.”

They seem to be convinced enough, too tired to actually manage to protest. Luke leans in and kisses Clary on the forehead, while Maryse smiles gently at her. Simon hugs her and then leaves with Isabelle, who declares to walk him out.

“I missed you Fray.” Alec states with a soft smile and pats her on a shoulder.

“Wow, this is probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Clary responds with a smile and Alec chuckles.

“He does try.” Magnus says as he also hugs Clary goodbye.

As they’re back at the loft, making their way to their bad, Alec remembers he needs to talk to Magnus about something. As much as he wants to go to sleep… it just won’t let him rest.

“Magnus…” He starts, when he moves under covers to join his boyfriend.

“Yes, darling?” Magnus already holds his arms open, and Alec pillows his head on his chest, but still looks up at him.

Alec takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

“Do you think… I mean,” he struggles to find the right words and exhales again. “Do you think Jonathan might be getting his power from Asmodeus?”

Magnus turns his eyes to look at the celling, his expression hollow, so Alec can’t really read it.

“It’s possible.” He answers after a moment.

None of them speaks for a while after that. Magnus starts to run his hand up and down Alec’s back, as if he’s trying to ground himself.

“And do you think…” Alec asks then. “That your father could show up here?”

“Look, Alec I don’t know.” Magnus answers frustrated. Alec knows he doesn’t like to talk about his father, but this is important. They’re not ready for a greater demon to show up here, more the Prince of Hell.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Alec puts his hand on Magnus’ chest and strokes lightly, trying to calm him down. “I’m just trying to figure something out of this.”

“I know, angel. I know.” He exhales again, his tone turning gentle. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Alec places a kiss to his chest.

“It’s just…” Magnus tries again. “I have no idea what my father might be planning. But whatever it is, it’s bad. Maybe taking my magic was already part of that? Maybe he planned to give it to Jonathan all along and I was a fool to-“

“Hey, you saved us all that night.” Alec interrupts him. “No matter what.”

“Yes, maybe I did then.” He sighs, “But now…”

“We’ll figure it out.” Alec throws his arm around Magnus’ middle and holds him tightly. “Together.”

Alec feels him nod, and then Magnus places a kiss on top of his head.

“You know,” Magnus starts after a while. “I used to think my father is not so bad. He did love my mom, and maybe he even loved me in so twisted way, but now…”

He doesn’t need to finish. Alec knows. Even after what Asmodeus did to him as a child, Magnus still tried to find some good in him. As he always does. But after his magic… There’s no way his father’s intentions may be decent.

“We need to figure out how to break this demonic bond.” Magnus resorts. “I’ll look through the rest of my resources tomorrow.”

“Need some help?”

“No, sweetheart. You need to be back at the Institute.” He feels Magnus smile into his hair. “Jace won't be happy, if you leave Clary.” He chuckles.

“Very funny.” Alec states, but there’s laugh in his voice. Magnus looks down at him and pecks him lightly on the lips.

“I’m glad you’re staying. I’ve always hated your trips to Alicante.”

“I know babe, but I don’t like leaving Jace all alone.” Alec adds in a helpless tone.

“He’ll handle it.” Magnus assures him. “Now, sleep. There’s another day waiting for us tomorrow.”

Alec nods, settles more comfortably on his chest, and waits for sleep to overtake him.

He wakes up in the middle of the night, confused when he doesn’t feel the familiar warmth pressed next to him. He knows something is wrong. Turning on his back, he scans the room for any sign of Magnus.

He doesn’t need to try very hard to spot him. He sits at the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

“Hey, baby what’s wrong?” Alec tries, as he moves on the bed to get closer to him.

When Magnus still doesn’t answer, Alec’s not sure if he should touch him, but he attempts with a light as a feather touch on his arm.

“Are these the nightmares again?” Alec asks gently.

Magnus sighs, nods slightly and rubs his hand on his face.

The nightmares haven’t returned for weeks. At least Magnus claimed so. When Alec is with him, he usually sleeps through the whole night. But now…

“It’s fine now.” Alec says, gently stroking Magnus’ hair from his face. “We’re safe.”

He puts him into his arms and hugs gently, till he feels Magnus relax a little. Then he pulls back and continues.

“Do you want to tell me what was it about?”

It usually helps. When Magnus tells him, he lets the emotions flow out, and it’s good. He shouldn’t keep it all inside, when Alec is right here to listen.

Magnus pulls back lightly to look him in the eyes.

“Alec, I-…” He takes a deep breath. Right now, he looks so small, scared and vulnerable. “I don’t think it was just a nightmare.”

Alec looks at him confused, but hands never stopping creasing his back softly.

“What do you mean?” He questions.

“It just felt so…real.”

“Babe, they always do.” Alec assures him smiling softly.

“No, this was different.” Magnus breaks from his embrace, to which Alec is surprised, but lets him. Then Magnus’ hands wander up and down his arms, like he needs to ground himself onto something. With his eyes still down he continues. “It was my father.”

Alec doesn’t say anything more. Just waits for him to elaborate, but can’t help the feeling that he knows what this is about.

“He said I was right.” Magnus whispers as his teary eyes finally meet Alec’s. “Alec, if we’re right-“

“We can’t be sure.” Alec interrupts gently, soothing his hands on Magnus’ thighs.

“Yes, we can. It was Asmodeus himself who told me, how can this be a coincidence?”

It’s not. And Alec knows it. But still, he doesn’t want to believe it. Recently, it’s becoming worse with every day. And when this whole mess hits its climax… it might end even causing even more damage than they thought.

Alec closes his eyes for a moment to breathe deeply and sort out his thoughts.

“So, if Asmodeus is really going to divert his magic, or yours to Jonathan…”

“Which now we know he will,” Magnus cuts in. “Alec, the whole city might be in danger.”

“I know, your magic is powerful-“

“No, I don’t really think you do.” Magnus says, but there’s no anger behind it. It sounds more like fear or concern. “Look, my power… it can crumble down whole cities.” He adds the last part in a low whisper.

Alec knew his boyfriend was powerful, but… that much? It somehow terrifies him, that something so known as safe by him can cause so much damage if in the wrong hands.

“What do we do?” Magnus looks at him with a pleading expression.

But Alec doesn’t have answers. How can they go against something so powerful and dangerous? Jonathan wants to destroy New York, and with suitable resources, he might be able to do just that.

“I don’t know.” Alec replies honesty. “But we’ll figure it out.”

Magnus lets out a long exhale and falls forward onto Alec’s chest.

And he’s always there to catch him.

“Maybe I should stay with you?” Alec starts, as Magnus settles down his books, to start the search for a way to break Clary’s connection to Jonathan.

Alec is still worried. After Magnus’ nightmare, everything feels more real. And he really doesn’t want to leave his boyfriend alone right now. Even though he has his task at hand, Alec knows Magnus will get consumed by the thoughts of his father eventually.

“Or you can come with me? The Institute’s library-“ Alec tries to continue, but Magnus interrupts gently.

“Darling, Isabelle and Simon will cover the library, I need to find if something is here.” He gestures at his surroundings.

It’s true. They’ve established that Izzy and Simon will research the library, while Alec watches over Clary. Luke and his mom probably will come over sometime to help.

“Okay, so we can bring the books back there and-“ Alec suggests, but Magnus lets out a small laugh.

“Angel, there are dozens of books here, moving it will take all day.” Magnus moves from where he’s been standing near the couch to reach Alec by the doorway, and place his hands on his shoulders.

“Then I’ll stay.” Alec states.

“Alexander, Jace will be mad if you let Clary out of your sight today.” He starts to run his hands up and down Alec’s arms.

“Well, Jace can deal with it. Clary is perfectly fine.” He sighs. “Besides, I really don’t want to leave you.”

“I’m perfectly fine too.” Magnus resorts as he ducks his head to catch Alec’s eye.

Ale rolls his eyes to that, and Magnus chuckles. But as Alec’s gaze turns more serious Magnus mirrors it.

“Are you sure?” Alec asks.

“Positive.” Magnus smiles at him, and his hands wander to Alec’s waist. “I think some time alone will do me good. Besides, you’re just a call away.”

“Of course.” Alec tries to reciprocate his smile, but he must be failing, because Magnus still eyes him with concern.

To reassure himself and Magnus, he leans in for a soft kiss. Magnus’ hands tighten around his waist, and Alec hooks his arms around his neck.

He doesn’t want to let go. But right now, the world around them is slowly starting to crumble, and only they can stop it from totally falling apart.

“Go, I’ll be fine.” Magnus smiles when they pull away from each other. “Let me know if you find anything.”

“Sure.” Alec nods. “Love you.”

“Love you too, angel.”

They decided not to tell anyone about Asmodeus. For now. Right now their priority is to find out how to break the demonic bond and help Clary.

He walks into the Institute and spots Izzy, heading in the direction of the library, carrying two steaming cups of coffee.

“Hello big brother.” She greets when she notices him.

“Hi, how’s it going in the library?”

“Slowly, but going. Haven’t find anything yet, but there’s still quite a lot to get into. Mom and Luke will come over later to help.” Izzy finishes, but looks at him in concern. “Are you okay? You seem tired.”

“Yeah I’m good, we just didn’t sleep very well last night.”

Izzy must have heard the worry in his voice that he’s desperately trying to hide, because the next moment she asks.

“Is Magnus okay?”

“Yeah.” Alec sighs. “Nothing to worry about, for now. Let’s focus on Clary.”

Isabelle nods and walks straight back to the library, knowing the best not to push now.

Alec enters the infirmary just when Jace is about to leave.

“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?” He catches his brother by the arm.

“Completely. I’ll deal with this, you just take care of her.” He points at Clary with his head.

Alec still doesn’t feel convinced, so Jace exhales heavily and adds.

“It’s not such a big deal. It’ll be fine, just stop worrying.” He pats Alec on a shoulder. “Call me if anything happens, see you tonight.”

“Yeah, good luck.” Alec says and his eyes wander behind Jace as he leaves the room.

He makes his way to Clary’s bed, and sits opposite to her.

“Looks like it’s just you and me today, Fray.”

She smiles brightly at him, sweeping her hair behind her ear.

“So, did you remember anything more?” Alec asks, as he settles more comfortable on the bed.

“No,” she shakes her head lightly. “I mean, I do get those flashes of memories, but… to be honest I don’t think I want to remember everything yet. I don’t want this to come and crash on me, you know?”

Alec, nods and smiles softly at her.

“Of course. What’s important is that you’re here. Don’t worry, we won’t let you beat yourself up with those memories, it wasn’t your fault. Whatever he made you do.”

Clary looks more relieved after his words, as she exhales slowly and then moves to get up from the bed. Her smile extends as she speaks again.

“You know, I kinda missed you too.”

As they both laugh Alec thinks this day may not turn out as bad as it was supposed to.

He takes Clary back into her room, since she’s completely healed, so there’s no need for her to stay in the infirmary.

“Oh, how I’ve missed this.” She traces her fingers down some of her sketches hanging loosely on the wall.

“Do you need anything?” Alec asks from his spot by the door.

“Besides a paper and some coal, I don’t need anything else.” Clary smiles at him.

“Okay, so I’m just gonna…” Alec emerges fully into the room and sits on the edge of the bed.

Clary shoots him a bit annoyed but also soft glare.

“Alec, I know Jace told you to keep an eye on me, but if you leave me alone for a few hours nothing will happen.”

“Well, you can’t be sure of that.” Clary sighs at his words as she moves to stand in front of her easel. “Besides, Jace would kill me if I left you for even a minute.”

Clary laughs and sets a new canvas on the easel.

“Okay, so if you need to stay, at least you can fill me in.”

“Fill you in on what?” Alec asks confused as he shifts on the bed.

“Alec,” Clary throws her hands in the air in a gesture of surrender. “It’s been a month, and I have basically no idea what’s been going on with all of you.”

Alec sighs and rolls his eyes.

“So, tell me what’s up. Come on, distract me.” She continues.

Alec doesn’t feel like talking about it. It’s been good recently and not thinking about that night seems to help a bit. He doesn’t even want to remember, but involuntarily his hand wanders to the spot slightly above his heart, where the worst reminder is located. He knows Clary is dealing with a lot too right now, so she could use a distraction from her own memories and feelings. But Clary also deserves an explanation. She sacrificed herself for Jace. Alec’s sure he told her some of the events from that night, but of course left out a few awful details.

“Fine.” Clary states after a minute, taking Alec’s silence as a refusal. “If you don’t want to talk about you then… how’s Magnus? I didn’t really have time to catch up with him.”

It’s even worse question. What Magnus had been through… well there’s not any blissful story he can share, but his mind mechanically suggest him the same answer as always, before he even gets to think.

“He’s adjusting.”

Clary’s eyes shoot up from her canvas as she looks at Alec in confusion.

“Adjusting to what?”

So Jace didn’t get to that part, Alec thinks.

He messed up. Alec’s not sure if Magnus wants Clary to know. Hell, he said he wouldn’t tell anyone if Magnus didn’t approve. But he didn’t even think, before saying it. It just came out.

But also Clary is family. And Magnus did save Jace that night.

“Ehm,” Alec clears his throat awkwardly. “I guess Jace didn’t tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Clary moves to sit on the bed next to him, her expression turning even more concern.

“Magnus…he…” Just say it Alec, he won’t be mad, Alec reprimands in his mind. He takes a deep breath and continues. “Magnus gave up his magic to save Jace.”

Clary’s eyes widen in shock, and she shakes her head lightly as if to pull the jolt away.

“He did… what?” She questions, and Alec is not in the mood to repeat it, but before he gets to she pulls her hand out to stop him. “No, I heard you but… it’s just… huge. A huge sacrifice.”

Alec sighs and nods lightly.

“And how is he doing?” She carries on as she turns to fully face Alec.

“It’s better.” Alec admits honestly, because it is. Or it was. Before yesterday, the nightmare and... well everything that may come upon them. “It’s been hard but… yeah he doesn’t regret it.”

“I need to talk to him.” Clary states as she stands up.

“Wait, Clary. It might be better if you just stay at the Institute-“

“Alec.” She stops him, voice dripping with frustration. “You’ve just told me Magnus sacrificed his magic for Jace, I need to go thank him, it’s the least I can do-“

“Yeah, I know Clary.” Alec admits. “But… he just needs to be alone for some time now.”

“What, why?” Clary questions.

“It’s just…” He starts and sighs. They agreed not to tell anyone yet. It might not even be truth. It feels real but… no, not now. If he starts even thinking about it now, his mind will go down the spiral of not so pleasant thoughts. He can't have this now, can't lose his composure. “He just wants to focus on his research back at home. Let’s not disturb him.”

Clary eyes him cautiously, like she knows he’s not telling her something, but she lets it go for now.

“Okay, fine. But let me know, if he shows up here. I really want to talk to him.”

“Yeah sure.” Alec agrees and hangs his head down as Clary returns to her spot on the bed, next to him.

“So,” she starts, a playful grin playing on her lips, as she nudges Alec with her elbow lightly. “Home?”

“What?” Alec asks, confused at what she means.

“You said Magnus wants to be alone back at home.”

“Well, yeah… the loft.” Alec frowns.

“Your home too, right?” She continues, soft smile creeping onto her face.

“Well… I mean, yes.” Alec rumbles. “But how did you know? I’ve been referring to it as home for some time now…”

“Oh I know,” Clary’s grin widens. “There’s just something different about the way you say it. It feels… warmer, I guess. I don’t know.” She chuckles.

Alec laughs too, and they don’t say anything for a moment after that. When Alec speaks later, there’s a soft smile playing on the corners of his lip.

“Yeah, it does.”

Everything was going great. Perfect even. Alec spent most of the day in Clary’s room, looking over her, just as he promised Jace. He did call Magnus and told him he might have accidentally reveal the secret of his magic lose to Clary. He wasn’t mad. Actually he said he was planning on doing so sooner or later if she already didn’t know. He promised to come by later, because all of the books were exhausting him. And he has missed Alec.

At that Alec feels his heart warming.

Now he’s settled in his spot on Clary’s bed, looking through some paperwork. After talking to Clary he informed the Clave of her whereabouts and the Inquisitor is scheduled to visit some time tomorrow.

So everything’s been going great. Clary’s at her easel, drawing. But as Alec shoots his head up, to rest his eyes from the paper work, his gaze wanders to Clary’s canvas, and there’s something bothering about it.

“Clary, what are you drawing?” Alec asks as he gets up from the bed and stands behind her.

“What?” Clary’s voice sounds like he woke her up from a deep sleep. “What do you mean? I wasn’t drawing-“ At that her eyes land on the canvas and she gasps. “By the Angel, it looks just like-“

“Lake Lyn.” Alec finishes for her. It looks identical as the painting that’s hanging in his office. “Clary, why are you drawing Lake Lyn?”

“I don’t know.” She answers taken a back. “I wasn’t even aware I was doing that.”

Alec feels this strange feeling building in his gut.

“Should we call Jace?”

“No.” Clary states. “Not yet, it might be nothing.”

“Clary, do you really believe-“

Suddenly Clary drops her piece of coal and winces in pain. Her hand wanders to her collar bone, the rune.

“Clary what’s going on?” Alec feels the panic overcome him, but still tries to keep calm. She doesn’t answer. Her eyes are shut tightly and her whole body feels tensed. “Clary come on, talk to me, what’s going on?”

“It burns!” She almost yells, and it’s followed by a helpless cry, her hand clutching on the demonic rune.

Alec tries to remain calm as he catches her before she gets to fall from her chair and half carries her to the bed so she can lie down.

“Clary, I’m going to get some help, okay?” He wants to turn and leave to quickly get a medic, but then Clary is gripping his forearm tightly, with no intention of letting go.

“No, just…” She gasps and a screams tears through the room.

“Okay, okay I’m here.” Alec reassures her and runs his hand through her hair softly.

He has no idea what to do, how to help, or what the hell is going on. All he can think about is that Jonathan is coming. And he’s coming sooner than they thought he would.

He pulls out his phone and quickly texts Isabelle, to get a medic to Clary’s room.

Izzy shows up not even a minute later.

“I sent Simon to get help. What’s going on?”

“I don’t kno-“ Before Alec gets to finish Clary lets out another scream.

Alec takes a deep breath and tries to think. He draws out his stele from his pocket and puts it onto Clary’s skin with his trembling hands.

“What are you doing?” Izzy asks with her hand on his forearm.

“I’m drawing a blocking rune.” Alec announces. “It might not help, but we never know.”

Isabelle nods and lets go of his arm.

Alec’s hands are still shaking, but somehow he manages to draw the rune. Clary’s breathing seems to calm down a little and Alec looks at Izzy with a little bit of relief, which she mirrors.

“It’s…” Clary’s voice is low, almost a whisper and Alec needs to bow down to hear her. “It’s Jonathan, he wants to break to me.” She barely gets to finish and another scream follows.

“What do we do?” Izzy asks, panic clear in her voice. “Where the hell is the medic?”

Alec thinks, a million thoughts seem to race through is mind, but none of them is able to help Clary in any way. He’s heartbeat speeds up, and he runs a nervous hand through his hair.

He does the only thing he can think of.

“Clary listen to me.” He leans down and takes her face between his hands. “Open your eyes, look at me.”

“Alec, what are you-“ Izzy starts, but Alec cuts her off with one glare.

“Clary, come on.” Alec pleads and a second later Clary’s eyes flutter open. “That’s good, just focus on my voice, okay?” Clary tries to nod, but then another wave of pain shakes her body and she cries out.

“Clary listen,” Alec continues. “You’re stronger than this, than him, okay? You can resist it. You did before, back on the beach. Do the same now. Block him of.”

“I can’t.” She sobs.

“Yes, you can Clary. You’re stronger than you think.”

Clary shuts her eyes again, but her expression is focused, as if she’s really trying to fight it.

Then Simon enters the room with Annika, but Izzy stops them with her hand, clearly understanding that Clary can’t get distracted now.

“I can hear…” Clary whispers and squeezes Alec’s hand, harder than anyone would accuse she’s capable of. “The voice, it’s… the Angel.”

Alec’s eyes widen, but he tries to shock not to hit him too hard, staying focused, still continuing.

“Focus on him. Whatever he’s trying to tell you, focus on it. Force back every thought of Jonathan. He’s nothing. Okay?” Clary frowns, but her breathing seems to even out. “You’re doing great Clary, keep going.” He encourages.

Alec is sure he hears Simon’s voice from the doorway, full of dread, but he doesn’t let it get into him. Not now.

Next moments pass by in silence, only the sound a Clary’s heavy breaths filling the room, but soon they start to even out. Then Clary seems to calm down completely, she’s still breathing a bit hard, but then her eyes flutter open.

“Alec…” She starts and Alec lets out a breath he was holding. “What-“

“It’s okay. You’re fine.” Alec slumps down on the bed and runs his hand through his hair again.

“Clary!” Simon’s heading to her side, Isabelle no longer able to stop him. “What the hell happened here?”

He looks at Alec, but he just shrugs, not sure if he’s able to force some words through his throat now. He feels his sister’s hand on his shoulder, and immediately relaxes a bit, putting his own palm to cover hers.

“The Angel…” Clary starts and all eyes turn to her. “He wanted to communicate with me, and Jonathan tried to stop him.” She explains.

“Did he say anything, the Angel?” Izzy questions.

Clary seems to think a bit, before she speaks.

“It was more like a vision.” She states. “I saw my rune, and Jonathan, and-“ She pauses and her head shoots up to look back at the canvas. She gets up from the bed, regardless everyone’s attempts to stop her.

“This.” She says, tracing her fingers down the lines of her drawing. “Lake Lyn.”

Alec tries to put the pieces together. There’s gotta be a connection. Nothing is a coincidence, not anymore. Magnus’ dream, Clary’s drawing and now the vision…There’s only one thing he comes up with.

“Clary, if the Angle showed you this…” He says carefully. “What if this is the way to break the bond?”

All eyes turn to him and his sight hoovers over them.

“How?” Clary asks.

Alec takes a deep breath and explains his theory.

“What if the water from Lake Lyn can destroy the bond? It would work like holy water. Besides, the lake is a Mortal Mirror, it’s a Mortal Instrument after all.”

Everyone seem to wrap their heads around this new information. The room turns quiet again, everyone’s expression scrunching in thinking. Then it’s Simon, who speaks first.

“Actually this makes perfect sense.” There’s no sarcasm or bitterness behind his tone, and Alec realizes that it really does makes sense.

“First the Angel made you draw it, you didn’t even knew you were doing it, right?” Alec continues, because he needs to be sure.

“Well, yeah.” Clary replies as Alec can see the thoughts running through her brain in her eyes.

“And then he showed you the vision, which Jonathan wanted to disturb, but you resisted him.”

“Yes.” Clary nods slowly. “But, why now?”

Alec swallows visibly before speaking.

“Because he’s coming.”

Everyone in the room wears the expression of fear and worry on their faces. But they need to work, there’s no time to lose.

“All right, so we need to get to Idris-“ Izzy starts, but then Alec is hit with the sudden realization.

“Jace.” All eyes turn to him again. “He’s in Idris now, we need to get to him.”

“I’ll go.” Izzy says, and Alec is already opening his mouth to argue, but his sister stops him. “Look, Alec someone needs to stay. You watch after Clary, reach the others and tell them what we found out.” Alec still doesn’t look convinced, so Isabelle adds. “I’ll find Jace as soon as I get there. Besides, I’ve been there before. There’s nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“I don’t want you to go alone-“

“I’ve got this big brother, you need to handle everything here.”

“Okay,” Alec nods, because it’s true and there’s no time to lose. They don’t know how long Jace will stay there. He knows he needs to stay here. He’s the leader after all. Then he pulls his sister into a hug. “Just, be careful.”

He kisses her on the forehead as she nods and then, she’s leaving the room.

“Call Luke,” Alec turns to Simon. “tell him to get here as soon as he can, I’ll reach Magnus.”

Simon is already pulling out his phone, and when Alec is about to do the same, he feels a light hand on his shoulder.

“Alec…” Clary stares back at him as he turns around to face her. “Thank you.”

Alec looks confused, not sure what Clary means, and as she notices it, she continues.

“For, you know, talking me through it.” The corners of her lips quirk slightly, but then she drops her gaze and becomes more serious. “I don’t think I would be able to resist it, if not you.” She looks up at him, and there’s so much honesty and gratitude in her eyes that Alec can barely stand it.

“You would.” He states firmly. “You’re really stronger than you think.” He smiles a little at her. “Now, we need to get to work. We figured out one thing, but it doesn’t solve all of our problems.”

He turns into his Head of the Institute mode, and strides out of the room to call Magnus.

It’s time to tell them.

#malec fanfic #shadowhunters #malec #my take on 3b #post 3x10 #my writing #Alec Lightwood #Magnus Bane #Clary Fray #Jace Herondale #Isabelle Lightwood #Simon Lewis #Luke Garroway #Maryse Lightwood #sh #angst

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my-yesterdays87 · 6 years

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I know you

That gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once the way you did once upon a dream

Okay guys, since so many liked the Malec-soulmate stuff I made up, I couldn’t let the thought go and even so I am not much into AU’s, Malec’s reaction to the memento box triggered it and Alec’s “I have always dreamed of meeting someone like you.” made me do it, here we go... Based on 3x05 - obviously.

There was a legend about an ancient curse, someone had put on all those who chose the love to another over the love to the Greater Beeing in heaven. Every fallen angel, who’d decided against hell or heaven, was banned to earth, in order to grow old and die. But there were those heavenly creatures who had fallen in love with each other long before the beginning of time itself and were not granted this mortal fate. The One, who loved the Greater Beeing more than any other angel ever would, was furious and put a curse on those with almost mortal, loving hearts.These beeings, mortals call them soulmates, would only get to be half-mortal, in order to make them suffer for all eternity. One gaining strength through the angel’s blood, but grow old and die, the other living forever with the eternal blood of demons. A bond so strong, that it could not be broken by a curse, however, allowed these souls to go on forever. One reincarnating over and over again, the other existing on earth without the burden of time. When the One realised her mistake, she intended to burn every last angelic-blooded beeing fallen to earth, but only managed to annihilate a few - their demonic-blooded counterparts forced to live etenerity without their soulmate. The remaining nephilim swore to protect the downworld against the wrath of mortals and heavenly-beeings alike, and became known as Shadowhunters. The Greater Beeing in heaven, however, banned the One for killing their children and defiying their greates gift - Love. She would be spending eternity in the furthest parts from heaven in hell, and the Greater Beeing in heaven would promise their children the protection of their angelic bond. They had realised to late, that love was a gift as well as a curse and watched helpless, as time unfolded...

“So... George.“, Alec said in a drowsy voice. “Was it like... us... with him?“

He did face Magnus then, not letting go of his hand, that lay between them, fingers intertwined. Both lovers lying in bed, each prisoner to their own thoughts for most of the night now, but unable to let go of the bit of physical connection they still dared to share. Alec could feel their heartbeat through his fingertips.

“Yes... and no.“, Magnus answered softly, as tired a voice as his own. He continued to stare at the ceiiling and eventually started to tell him more about his past. “We fell in love at first sight, much like it was with you. He was gentle and strong and carring, just like you. But then again, he was nothing like you, Alexander.“

A silence followed that made Alec unsure whether or not Magnus would find the courage to continue talking. The shadowhunter longed for more of his lover’s history, the good and the bad, no matter how much it hurt him to know, that he was neither his first nor last love. But he would not pressure him anymore than he already had, as much as it longed him to be closer to the one he loved, Magnus raising his voice with tears in his eyes, yelling at him earlier, had made him understand something very important. They both were deeply insecure about themselves, but neither of them would ever let these doubts affect the love they shared. Sometimes their differences made their conversations twist in a way, the other could not comprehend, but one step at a time, they had made their way to go against their natural instinct to keep to themselves. Thus when Magnus turned to face him, Alec let out a breath, he had not been aware he was holding until then.

“Alexander...“, Magnus said in a voice, so forlorn, it made Alec’s heart ache. “I have never bared my soul to anyone but you.“ The ringed fingers of his free hand caressed Alec’s cheek ever so gently.

“There is a diferrence between seeing someone naked.“ Magnus voice grew soft, as Alec closed his eyes, leaning into the warmth of his lover’s hand. “You can have someones naked body in your arms, touch their bare skin, but not know anything about them. About their fears and insecurities, what makes them laugh and cry, or tell by the way they move and act what it is they are so desperately trying to hide.“ Magnus paused again, closing the distance between them, by letting his forhead touch Alec’s.

“Alexander, you got to know me and I got to know you. We may have fallen in love at a single blow, but what we have now goes so much deeper than skin.“

Alec’s breath hitched in his throat. “Beeing in love is something magical, but beeing in a relationship takes effort, you said so yourself. I tend to focus on the here and now, because I need something to keep me grounded.“ It was as if Magnus was no longer speaking to Alec, but more like letting the words, he had kept deep inside for far to long, pour out.

“Falling in love is not a choice, no matter how hard you try to close your heart off. No matter what, love will find it’s way in. And I knew the moment I met you, that I could not go against this feeling. Whenever I lose someone I hold dear, it is as if a part of my soul dies with them. I keep these mementos not only for my memory...“ Alec listened with open eyes now, his heart clutching in his chest. “...but for the parts of my soul that I can no longer call my own. I need to remember and feel, that I am not alone. Loneliness is the greatest burden to bear. Love is bliss and loosing someone is pure agony, but loneliness is feeling numb, like falling into a bottomless pit. Whenever painful memories haunt me, I look at my mementos and remember how my heart once was full, far from that agonizing pain.“

“How do you... How do you still love like this?“, Alec asked very quietly. “How can we share all of this, when in the end you know that I will inadvertently break your heart.” Magnus opened his eyes then, the glamour gone, and fell into the depth of Alec’s brown orbs. He smiled - so breathtakingly beautiful. “My beloved, innocent Alexander.“, Magnus answered him tenderly. “Nothing could ever stop me from loving you.“ He kissed him softly then, lingering in that sensation for a few heartbeats. “And as I told you before”, Magnus continued, smiling a few inches from his lips. “Even I cannot see the future. Maybe you’ll be the one not breaking my heart.“

Magnus looked at him, tears in his eyes, but smiling and Alec let his free hand cup his lover’s cheek, still looking at him with a sincerety, that made the warlock shiver deep down. And a few deep breaths later, Alec started talking, giving Magnus something back for the trust he had put in him, by sharing his dark side yet again.

“I was not lying to you, when I told you, that I’ve always dreamed of meeting someone like you.“, he started, his eyes capturing Magnuses with unwavering intensity. “When I met you, my world fell into place. I used to feel like I was missing something very important, until I touched you for the first time. When your magic seeped through my body, I recognised this feeling from the dreames I used to have as a child. About that warm light, which kept whispering to me, carrying me. But I was raised as a Lightwood, growing up among soldiers. I did what I was told and tried to be someone my parents could be proud of. But what I really wanted, I could only have in my dreams.“ The young shadowhunter spoke his mind, without the slightest doubt. “Izzy is right when she tells me that I am resentful, but this is about my inability to fit into the world I was born into.“ - “Alexander...“, Magnus interrupted him gently, but Alec’s little headshake made him keep quiet. “I am finally where I am supposed to be and I know we have our difficulties and don’t always understand each other or see eye to eye on things. But we are always going to work things out.“ Magnus sensed his lovers aggitation and the last sentence hanging like a question in the air. He let his hand slide onto his runed shoulder. “We will.”, he confirmed. “I love you and you love me. And as long as we are together, there is nothing we can’t overcome.“

Alec smiled, that half-smile Magnus loved so much. “You are right.“, he answered, but letting go off their joined hands. “You know... There are moments, I am sure, that I loved you long before I met you.“ Their bodies moved closer, legs intertwining, Magnus’ hand still on his shoulder, Alec’s still caressing his cheek. “Maybe I’ve dreamed you into life.“ Magnus shook his head, hiding his wide smile into the palm of Alec’s hand - sometimes his Alexander was such a hopeless softy. “That’s what love is about.“, he told his boyfriend. “Finding that someone you can’t live without.“ Alec searched his eyes, smiling now, but Magnus knew that there was one more thing Alec needed to get of his chest.

“Did you ever hear the legend about nephilim and downworlders beeing soulmates?”, he asked, his eyes gleaming like those of a child. “You are refering to the curse put on the Fallen to never be with the ones they love, but close enough to suffer for their betrayal?“, Magnus asked. Yes, he had heared that story, but did not dare to believe in such a crime. A beloved soul that reincarnated time and again into a mortal body, just to be with it’s immortal mate, sounded like too much of a fairytale to him. Made up by stupid nephilim - save the one currently sharing his bed. “Right. But what if we knew each other all along. Maybe George and I share the soul that loves you.“ Magnus could not hold onto himself any longer and started laughing, burying his face into Alec’s chest. “I am sorry.“, he managed to say between laughter. “I guess the Gin in that Martini must be kicking in.“ He felt Alec’s arms move around him, elbows folded behind his head. “You’re probably right“, he answered, not hurt but amused. “It just gives me comfort to believe, that this is not the only chance we get to be in love with each other.“ Alec’s voice had become dreamy and Magnus engulfed him in a hug, his hands resting on Alec’s strong back. He breathed in his lover’s scent and smiled still. - His Alexander was truly something. - And while he contemplated his thoughts, Magnus felt Alec drift off to sleep, keeping him in a tight hug, making it difficult for the warlock to breath, but he did not mind. The security Alec’s touch gave him in that moment, was more important than air right now, or who was wrong or right, or if they would fight over breakfast tomorrow or not.

“You are enough, exactly as you are, Alexander.”, Magnus whispered into his dreams. “You are worth everything.”

Author’s note: Malec will be fine in their universe as well

#shadowhunters #alternate universe #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #fanfiction #i know you #nabrah87 #based on: shadowhunters 3x05 #inspired by: lana del ray - once upon a dream

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pandragon88 · 7 years

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Don’t Let Go

After a near death experience, Magnus can’t bring himself to let Alec go. Angst and Fluff ensure. NO character death

Alec was being held so tightly by his boyfriend that it nearly hurt to breathe. Still after what he knew the warlock had, had to go through to keep him breathing, Alec wasn’t going to complain. He knew he’d gotten closer to death than ever before. Jace, Clary and Izzy had all taken shifts on giving Magnus strength to keep healing him. Alec also knew Magnus was beyond exhausted. Once Alec was conscious he’d insisted that the two of them go home. They had to take a cab because Magnus could barely hold himself up, let alone create a portal. They got to the loft, helping each other slowly up the stairs until they reached the door. Once inside they’d fallen on the bed, clinging to each other and hadn’t moved in over an hour.

“Mag,” Alec whispered, gently touching Magnus’s hair.

“Yeah?” his voice was shaky and Alec knew he was crying as his tee-shirt was soaked.

“How about we change? Or we can take a bath and I’ll cook us dinner,” Alec suggested. Magnus inhaled sharply, holding on even tighter.

“No!” the tone was not grouchy or pouty but desperate bordering on panic. He clung to Alec as if the thought of moving away from him would destroy him. Alec was only slightly surprised.

“Magnus,” he whispered softly, kissing his forehead.

“If I can’t feel you breathing I-“ Magnus whimpered. “I can’t, Alexander.” Alec blinked in surprise at the man who was breathing into Alec’s neck. “I realized something today,” Alec knew he wasn’t meant to respond, “When you die, I’m going to have to die too.” Alec sat up, horrified, detaching them for the first time.

“Don’t say that!” Magnus looked up at him, smiling minutely but it was a sad smile. “The world needs you, Magnus. You are the High Warlock of Brooklyn, you are so important.” Alec claimed cupping Magnus’s cheek as he pulled Magnus up gently to be sitting with him, Alec’s back against the head board, Magnus curled into Alec’s side. Magnus shook his head,

“I could be the most important in the world, but you are the most important person in my world, Alexander Lightwood and I cannot bring myself to live in a time where you are not alive.” Alec shushed him gently, putting his jaw on top of Magnus’s head. Tears were streaming down both of their faces. “We can get up in a minute just… I thought I lost you, Nephilim, I honestly thought I was going to have to say good bye to you today and so I need you to lay here with me just a few more minutes, please.” Alec flinched, Magnus was usually such a rock, handling every situation with humor, but for this one he didn’t even try.

“Okay, love, we’ll stay here a little while longer.” Alec agreed. Magnus let out a breath of relief as if he suspected Alec would fight him. They sat there for a least another 30 minutes, intertwined with each other before Magnus finally pulled away, his heart aching at the tiny distance between them. They were still touching but without feeling the up and down of Alec’s chest, Magnus felt lost and scared, only a slightly muted version of what he’d felt while trying to heal the Shadowhunter.

Alec was dying, it only took someone with eyes to realize that. He was gray, his pale skin covered in blood and what wasn’t covered in blood was bruised and scraped. He looked like he’d gone against Lilith herself, and lost.

“Alexander,” Magnus breathed and he immediately moved his hands over his lover, sending healing magic into him with as much power as he could manage. Izzy was sobbing, Jace looked confused, like he wasn’t sure where he was or what was happening. Clary was trying to stay out of the way until needed, though Magnus knew she was distraught too. She and Alec had bonded recently to being more like a big brother/little sister relationship, rather than like cats and dogs.

Magnus could feel Alec slipping away, as if Magnus wasn’t pouring every ounce of energy and power into the younger man. How was it not working? Why was his magic choosing to fail him, to fail ALEC, now?

“Magnus,” Alec whispered, making Magnus realize he was staring past Alec, his breathing rough and shallow. He found Alec’s eyes, they were sad and worried and Magnus leaned in, pressing their lips together, breathing in deeply in order to be able to smell his lover’s scent. It brought him back to reality and Magnus parted them and Alec laid his face against Magnus’s neck, kissing so lightly that Magnus wondered if he imaged it. But then there was more pressure, still a gentle kiss with no heat, only care and affection.

“I know I scared you,” Alec whispered into his skin. “I cannot even image what you felt. If it had been you…” Alec’s eyes filled with tears at the thought and he felt Magnus trembling with grief. Alec brought his mouth up a few inches to be right next to Magnus’s ear. “You saved me, Love, you brought me back, I’m here right now because of you, no one else. I was not ready to say goodbye to you either, so thank you.” Alec’s lips brushed Magnus’s ear, then his jaw, dragging his wet mouth on his jaw line and up to his cheek before pulling away to look into the stunningly entrancing eyes of his partner. “I will never be ready to say goodbye to you, Magnus.”

Magnus’s breath caught in his throat. Every time this beautiful man confessed his feelings to him, they were always so genuine and so pure that it seemed impossible to Magnus. How could someone love Magnus that much? No one else in his life had. He had been left, cast aside, forced away by 17,000 others, so the fact that someone like Alexander was the one who stayed, Magnus almost couldn’t comprehend.

“And I will never be ready to say goodbye to you, darling,” Magnus whispered, tears wetting his face yet again. Alec smiled sweetly and wiped the tears away with the pad of his thumb.

“Maybe we can find a way so we never have to.” Alec murmured and Magnus got the feeling he hadn’t meant to say it aloud because the next moment he looked back into Magnus’s eyes, “Think you’re ready for that bath now, or shall we stay here a little longer?” It was clearly a choice, no suggestion, no baiting, Magnus knew whichever he chose Alec would simply accept.

“Mmm,” he hummed and nuzzled back into Alec side, kissing his collar bone. “We can take a bath,” he nodded, still not moving and Alec wasn’t going to force it. But eventually Magnus did start to pull away but Alec mirrored his movement, keeping at least some physical contact even as they ungracefully climbed off the bed. Alec wrapped his arms around Magnus’s waist when they were finally standing, both as support for their still exhausted bodies, but also so Magnus didn’t have to not feel him. As they went into the bathroom Magnus moved to wave his hands to fill the tub with water but Alec quickly grabbed his wrists, kissing the inside of both of them gently.

“No magic for the rest of the day at least, I’d prefer it be the next couple days but that may be unrealistic.” Magnus chuckled at his boyfriend’s truthful joke but he felt the relief of his magic which was only just beginning to replenish itself. Past lovers and even partners had never taken quite as much interest in Magnus’s magic, unless it was for their own gain. A few warlocks he’d dated had been careful to make sure he didn’t hurt himself when he was magically exhausted, but a Shadowhunter? A race notorious for making demands and viewing Downworlders as sub-beings? The fact that one of them was the most aware of Magnus’s often lack of self-care…it always warmed Magnus’s heart that Alec was so mindful of his magic use.

Alec filled the tub with steaming water, as they both enjoyed their bath water a little too warm, and added lavender essence until the whole room was filled with steam and that scent. Magnus sighed contently as Alec pressed his front against Magnus’s back, his hands tracing down Magnus’s arms until it reached his ringed fingers. He interlaced their fingers and wrapped both of their arms around Magnus’s chest, kissing Magnus’s neck once again. He didn’t remove his lips for a couple minutes, not marking or even moving them, simply resting them on the soft, tender flesh.

Alec stripped them both quietly, no rushing to pull anything off, or growls of sexual frustration when something was difficult. He unbuttoned every button on Magnus’s shirt slowly, before slipping his hands over Magnus’s shoulders and letting the shirt fall to the floor. He pulled off his own tee-shirt easily, tossing it on top of Magnus’s and moving on to undo his own pants, pushing them down and kicking them to the side. Magnus watched him intently, as if trying to study every movement so he could do the same action in the future. Left only in his boxers, Alec unzipped Magnus’s pants and undid their latch, looking into Magnus’s face as if asking permission. Magnus kissed him lightly, giving him the answer to the question that need not be asked. Alec pushed the pants down and was unsurprised to find Magnus had gone commando. He smirked playfully and smacked Magnus’s ass, pulling a laugh out of both of them.

It felt good to laugh about something so silly after the day they had, had. They were both smiling as they climbed into the tub, Alec sat first, pulling Magnus down so he was sitting between Alec’s legs. Oh the simple joys of a Jacuzzi tub when both men were taller than 6 feet. They just relaxed for many minutes, pressing kisses and words of love into each other’s skin. Frayed nerves were soothed and tight muscles were released as they comforted each other. When Alec was massaging shampoo into Magnus’s hair, Magnus let out a soft laugh.

“You are the one who almost died today, and yet you are taking care of me. I think it should probably be the other way around.” He claimed, even as he moaned quietly at his lover’s strong, talented hands.

“All I did was lay there,” Alec said cheekily. “You’re the one who nearly collapsed in exhaustion to save me,” he leaned forward and kissed Magnus’s jaw before motioning for him to lean back so he could rinse his hair.

“Still…” Magnus said, his eyes closed as his hair was cleansed.

“I’ll let you take care of me tomorrow, how about that,” Alec offered the compromise. Magnus smirked and nodded, sitting up and turning half way to face Alec.

“Thank you for all of this,” he said, his eyes full of love. Alec smiled,

“It’s nothing less than you do for me every day,” he replied. Magnus laid his head back, his face pressed into Alec’s neck. He was still shaken from almost losing Alec, but he had to admit, if all bad days could include being cared for and loved so deeply by his Shadowhunter, then he’d have a lot less bad nights.

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