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unfunny-quips · 3 years
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His mother’s pact had ensured that. The Personas that burned inside him screamed his true heritage, marked him as damned in the eyes of the Seraphim since his birth.
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moonlitapollo · 3 years
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Food Supply
Warnings: yandere themes, blood (vampires duh), threats, more licking than I intended, manipulation, abduction, toxic behaviour, toxic relationships, vampires, mentions of witches, random plot-powered pills and herbs (explotation of magic and the supernatural’s mystery for easy plot)
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Vampire! Y/n, Yandere! BTS
“Where do you think you’re going? It’s only two hours until sunrise!” Yoongi’s fingers dig into your skin; the reminder that his beloved is, technically, dead, breaks his heart every time. He releases your wrist abruptly, looking more worried than when he’d first seen you trying to sneak out of the windowless room.
It was where they kept you locked up during the day. To ensure you didn’t try to leave them, a reminder that you needed them to survive. It was also where they kept you for days on end when you were being punished.
This time, you’d been caught flying around in your bat form at night. It was small enough to hide under Hoseok’s new cloak (you had a feeling he’d bought it to impress you) and sneak out into the night. They were not impressed when they found out what had happened.
They’d unlocked the doors just to taunt you, you were sure of it. Seokjin always liked mocking you. Stupid human bastard. So you’d decided to make the most of his mockery and get some fresh air. Not that you needed to breathe, but it would be nice to have some time alone. Maybe see some new faces.
“Y/n? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for bed now?” Namjoon. God damned Namjoon. Him and Yoongi together was a terrible, infantilising pair. “Look at the time! You’d think we have clocks above every door for no reason!”
“Oh, come on, it’s been so long, how would she even remember how to read a clock?” Seokjin says this as if he’s defending you. “I personally can’t remember what I had for breakfast.”
“Something from outside, I bet.” You roll your eyes. Ah, your eyes. Your beautiful eyes. Vampire eyes had the power of hypnotism, actually. It unfortunately didn’t work well when you had been drugged with some strange power reducing herb from the strange witch in the woods every evening. It made things completely useless when the humans you lived with all wore special little anti-hypnosis contacts made by the same damned witch. If you ever got your fangs on her…
“Y/n, do you want to go to the observatory tonight?” Hoseok apparently has been listening to most of this conversation. What a shocker. “I’ll open the sunroof if you take the special pill!” The ‘special pill’ would be a further restriction of your powers- this one focused on the form shifting vampires were capable of. You missed the olden days when there weren’t any of these things, so very dearly. Back then, the peasants just called you a demon and that was that.
“Thanks, Hoseok.” You grunt. It’s an offer you’d be dumb to refuse. One day, you will figure out a way to escape through that sunroof. He’ll forget about the pill someday, you’re sure of it.
“Y/n!” Oh no. “Y/n, you’re late to bed and I want to cuddle!” Jimin’s eyes sparkle in the way that only the living’s do, and he nuzzles his face into your neck. Jimin giggles, “None of this observatory bullshit will happen if I think you tried to run away in the middle of the day, baby.” His tongue licks a strip across your neck. You shudder uncomfortably. “Imagine how long you’d be trapped in our room then, love!”
You stiffen, swallowing your pride to follow Jimin along to the enclosed, dark room. He pushes you towards the bathroom (there for them to use, but the little privacy you get is always appreciated). “I left some clothes more suitable for sleeping in there. Be quick or I’ll scream.”
The clothes Jimin’s given you are obviously his. You saw him wearing this same shirt just last night. It reeks of him- they knew you were sensitive to smell, and you’d be able to smell him all over you for the whole day. You’re just glad the room’s dark enough that he wouldn’t be able to revel in it for too long.
“Good morning, princess.” Jungkook’s hands pull you close to him by the waist. He presses a kiss to your forehead. Once, twice, thr-
“It’s you today, is it?” Jimin groans, annoyed. He grunts, “This is my least favourite day of the week.”
The boys had worked out a rota. Jimin shared the bed with you every day, but on one day it would be Jimin and Taehyung, another Jimin and Yoongi, and today Jimin and Jungkook. Your favourite day was Sunday. On one week they would all join you, despite none of them really holding the nocturnal sleep schedule well. (You had a hunch that was the reason Jimin was so bitchy). But then, on the next Sunday, they’d let you rest in peace. This alternated every week. With the exception of punishments.
“I am not fighting with you, Jimin. My princess needs to rest.” Jungkook huffs. You catch him rolling his eyes, but don’t dare mention this to Jimin. You really do want to rest. For this reason, you ignore Jimin’s hiss of ‘she’s mine’.
You’re forced into the middle of the bed, where Jimin is already lying in wait. He tugs your arms around his waist and curls up until his ass is pressed against you. Jimin sighs contentedly once he also has your hands held in his. His baby cuddling him to sleep, holding his hands— nocturnal or not, he’ll fall asleep in an instant this way.
Jungkook’s arms lock around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. These two are among the worst pairings for your sleep. Jimin insists that you’re pressed up against him, and Jungkook demands that you’re actually wrapped up in his arms. It’s times like this you’re glad you’re no longer human- you’d pass out from the heat for sure.
You close your eyes, trying your best not to squirm around too much; it’s terrible when that happens, with the way they’re both pressed against you, it does not end well.
You wake abruptly, mouth watering at the scent of something intoxicating. You know exactly what it is, you know exactly who it is.
Hoseok’s always had the most delicious blood, it’s why you have a bit of a soft spot for him. Not that you’d ever let them know that.
It takes you mere seconds to arrive in the kitchen- where the divine scent is strongest. You love this feeling, the fraction of your natural powers you feel right before they feed you those horrible herbs.
Taehyung cried for hours when you mentioned this to him last. He ended up sneaking you into the dungeons (where he thought was the most...secure place to have you in full control). He’d talked it through with Hoseok, the pair had an elaborate plan set up in order to stop you using your powers to trick or control him to escape. Essentially, Taehyung locked himself in there with you for the night and watched you tire yourself out by shifting and speeding across the cold space. Taehyung was punished in that same dungeon by the others later.
“Oh, babe, you’re just in time!” Namjoon claps his hands. “We need to talk.”
You’re confused, was it not breakfast? Was that not why they’d called—they hadn’t called you at all. “Where’s Hoseok?” You demand, doing your best not to show your confusion.
“H-here!” He yelps suddenly, and you look over to see him crouched with a bloody arm held over a bowl- Seokjin sits rather comfortably beside him, the knife he’s holding has the same blood you’d smelt. “I’m just...making breakfast, carry on without me for a minu-Ow! Please warn me first, Jin!”
You’re stuck between scolding them for literally cutting Hoseok’s arm open to entice you up faster, and rushing over to make the most of it— straight from the source.
“You’re drooling, darling.” Seokjin snickers. His eyes stay fixed on you as he licks the knife clean of Hoseok’s freshly shed blood. You can’t help but follow the movement, watching in a trance as Seokjin’s tongue disappears into his mouth. He licks his lips afterwards, staining them a pretty shade of red you recognise all too well. “Meh. Bet yours would’ve tasted better.”
Your attention is pulled to another source of fresh blood, and you watch as Jimin bites down on his lip repeatedly. “Y/n, look at me. Kiss me, baby, and you can have whatever you want. Your stupid observatory trip, a fucking hour alone, anything.”
If you’d bothered to think about it, Jimin’s idea of ‘anything’ really wasn’t that great. But when you see the blood spilling down his chin, just to be wasted, you can’t stop yourself. You’re lapping at his lips right away, whining, moaning as Jimin pushes your lips together. The inside of his mouth tastes even better than the outside- it’s not as contaminated, less air has messed with its flavour. It’s incredible. And Jimin does an excellent job of transferring all the blood from his tongue onto yours, his own whines only making the experience even more of a delight.
“Fuck,” Jungkook whistles, “I’d consider cutting my dick if that’s the treatment I’ll get.”
You frown, pulling away abruptly, disgusted. Jimin whimpers as you put more and more distance between the two of you, but settles down after a glare from Taehyung.
“Now, Y/n, you only get Hobi’s blood if you play nice. We have a few things we need you to understand first.” Namjoon speaks.
“This is not what we agreed!” Yoongi protests, “I will not let Y/n go hungry. Kitten, you can take as much as you want from me.”
“Yoongi, shut up for once, would you?” Seokjin sighs. “He’ll be somewhere you can’t reach afterwards, darling, just in case. Of course, that’s only if you don’t agree by the end of this.”
“Get it over with them.” You huff. Honestly, you’re feeling pretty powerful right now. You could knock these flimsy humans out of your way easily. Who cares about playing nice. If you get your hands on that bowl of Hoseok’s blood-
“Angel, it’s not how you think.” Taehyung’s warning is soft; you know immediately that he’s genuinely trying to warn you, and that worries you more. He wouldn’t trick you, he’d never do that. And Taehyung is very likely to be accurate in his guesses of your next move...So his warning is one you decide to listen to, standing back for now. He sighs in relief right away.
Namjoon laughs again. “Y/n, you’ve been feeling quite frustrated over your situation recently, right?” You raise an eyebrow- that’s the most obvious question he could’ve asked. And he claims to be smart! “Yoongi made a PowerPoint but Taehyung didn’t think you’d be interested so he’s gonna have to summarise for you instead.”
Yoongi clears his throat a little. “Well...there’s no easy way to say this. Y/n, I was looking into the nearby vampire homes and organisations...I wanted to learn more and you always act like we’re going to use it against you.”
“You do!” You scoff, but Taehyung’s hand on your shoulder reminds you to play nice.
“Sorry.” Yoongi mumbles. “Anyway...I...uhm, basically, there has been a rise of vampire hunters recently- like, last few years recently and uhh...there was actually a big attack at some huge vampire meeting...I-I’m not sure how to tell you this but...I think, I think they’re all gone. The other vampires, I mean.”
“Oh! You told me about that…” Hoseok pipes up. His arm is still dripping, you feel like your heart would be thundering in your ears right now. The smell is so strong. A little taste from Jimin has only worsened your hunger. “So I looked around and I really couldn’t find anyone else. Y/n, you’re my goddess, you know I’d never lie to you. The vampires, at least, as far as we can travel in a few days, are all gone. There definitely won’t be any as old and high up as you are.”
“Don’t bother hiding it from us, we know how this hierarchy works.” Jungkook’s words shatter your latest hopes. “We actually...received a letter- well, you did, but we opened it because we were curious and...you’re in charge now?”
“So? Let me go now or I’ll have every single vampire under my command hunt you down.” You chuckle, “Maybe I can ask for help from other countries too.”
Why this statement is greeted with laughter is beyond you. It’s when Taehyung murmurs an apology that you begin to really panic.
“That’s the thing, baby.” Jimin winks. “We sent a letter back, explaining your current predicament. And obviously they’d rather their last pure blood doesn’t find herself in an accident, so we made a deal instead.” He pauses, licking his lips teasingly slow. “Are you aware you just kissed one of the royal council?”
You fall back. It’s stupid, you don’t have a heart or need for breathing, so why do you feel like you’re going to faint? Taehyung’s hands rub gentle circles into your shoulders, his whispered comforts are actually helpful. You must be weaker than you thought.
“So, babe, there’s just one tiny condition.” Namjoon gives a calculated smile. “You have to sign your signature- you know how that works, I presume- and you’ll get every last drop of blood from that bowl over there.”
“And if not?” You narrow your eyes. It’s a stupid and rather useless attempt to seem strong, as if you actually have other options.
“Angel, even if you don’t, we’ll take care of you, you know that.” Taehyung’s gentle reassurance scares you more than ever.
“H-how?”
“Oh, we asked for some samples from your new subjects! You refuse to go along with this, to let us continue to serve you, princess,” Jungkook smirks, “And we’ll turn ourselves. Then we’re all on the same ground...I think it’s fair to say you’d still need us, no?”
“We’d still supply you with all your food, kitten.” Yoongi explains. “Your vulnerability doesn’t change just because we do.”
“Or,” Seokjin grins. “You continue to believe you could beat us if you really tried, and sign your signature. Then you can come over and lick this bowl clean like a good little pet.”
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reivenesque · 7 years
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Fic: Safewords (Shadowhunters/Malec)
Title: Safewords. Word Count: 3808 Words. Summary: There are abs on his screen, sweaty glistening, toned abs. So toned it’s almost an 8-pack instead of a 6-pack. Slick with sweat and almost shimmering under the vintage lighting of Magnus’ loft, staring back up at him like it’s a piece of juicy meat and he’s the hungriest predator in the vicinity.
Tags: Humor/Romance. Magnus/Alec. Alec and Lydia Brotp. Lightwood Family Feels. .
[ao3]
After twenty plus years of suffering through hours of repetitive, boring official meetings filled with monotone ramblings and a lot of dead air, Alec has perfected both the art of detached interest and incognito texting. Although through the years the incognito part of the texting has become more and more difficult to successfully pull off. He isn’t like Izzy and Max whose fingers fly through the touch screen keypads like people with far too much experience for their years, or Jace whose fingers fly through the keypads just the same but with far less accuracy and far less concern over the spelling or grammar. Alec thinks he’s become far too fluent in Jace-text-speak than is normal. Unlike his siblings though, when he doesn’t have a bow in his grasp the fingers of his hands spontaneously turn into all-thumbs. He misses the days when phones had actual buttons.
His first phone was a Nokia 3315 and he’s convinced it’s secretly a magical artefact not unlike his own bow. He was once stupidly caught cornered by a couple of demons in an alleyway by himself, his weapons knocked clean out of reach and the only thing he had on his person was the phone. It was a spur of the moment decision to throw it at the demon closest to him and somehow that distracted them long enough for Alec to make an all or nothing leap for his bow. Unfortunately the phone did not come out of that battle unscathed. It was ruined, but even before it expired it managed to accept one last call from Jace asking Alec where he was.
Alec still keeps the remnants of that phone in a special commemorative box in a drawer at his desk.
What was his mom saying again? He decides to do a mental check-in.
“—once again I am left sorely disappointed at the incompetence—”
Well nothing new to report there.
At least his mom has stopped referring to Magnus as the abomination. She’s gone past the actively trying to talk him out of it stage into the silently seething stage which is truthfully a breath of fresh air. Nowadays she actively tries to not talk about him or acknowledge that he exists at all unless it’s inevitable that their paths cross or she absolutely has to refer to him for one reason or another, only then does she actually call Magnus ‘him’with accompanying spittle containing at least 17 percent venom.
He really thinks that Magnus is starting to grow on her.
“Do you have anything to add, Alec?”
Yes. The Clave is stupid. Their rules are stupid. This whole meeting is stupid. What was it about again? He can’t even remember. He wishes he was at home tucked into bed with Magnus as the little spoon under a heap of blankets on Magnus’ golden Egyptian cotton sheets because it really was made for the Pharaohs.
“No, mother. You’re absolutely right.”
He thinks it’s the right answer because she doesn’t glare at him and subsequently moves on to another subject. Anything that doesn’t dispute her indubitable rightness is never the wrong thing to say.
He feels the vibration of an incoming text from the left side pocket of his jeans and with the skills befitting a synchronized swimmer and the grace of above water goose, he manages to slide the cell phone out of his all of a sudden far too tight pants while keeping his visible self absolutely aloof and at-attention. He’s so slick even Izzy and Jace who are sitting on either side of his position at the foot of the table, directly in his mother’s line of sight don’t notice a thing. Lydia and his father are in mirror positions at the opposite end of the table. Alec’s pretty sure the only one who actually wants to be at this meeting is his mother. His dad looks like he’s pining for the company of his pillow. Jace is outright yawning and Izzy looks impeccably dishevelled as only Izzy can look. Even Lydia’s looking around at all the disgruntled faces in the room like she’s having the exact same train of thought as Alec. When their eyes meet from across the length of the table, the silent acknowledgement that this meeting is utter bullshit goes absolutely without saying.    
How’s your meeting, my dear? The text is surprisingly unsurprising from Magnus. Surprising considering that it’s barely 8 A.M. and Magnus doesn’t usually leave the company of his bed until at least 9.30, unless Alec stays in late, then sometimes they don’t leave the bed at all. Unsurprising since it is Magnus and Alec had dragged away the blanket before he left because if he couldn’t be curled up nice and comfily in bed then Magnus wasn’t allowed to either.
Kill me now. Or at least magic some coffee into my stomach and patience into my soul. It takes him far too long to type out that message after having to backspace multiple times because his thumb keeps on hitting the S instead of the A and he M instead of the N. He hates touch screen keypads so much.
That enjoyable huh? Alec can almost see the feline grin on Magnus’ face and he kind of wants to punch that expression right off his being, and then kiss him right on his stupid face. What was his mother saying again?
“—ashamed!”
I regret all tge choices I’ve made in life tgat has leaf me up to tgis point.He doesn’t even care about spelling anymore. Spelling doesn’t even matter when he’s likely to get nettled to death by his mother’s silent disapproval and vocalised shame.
You wound me Alexander. Followed by a series of sad and teary eyed emojis.
You know what I mean. He’s lying, he still cares about grammar and spelling, he isn’t an uneducated mundane.
No, I don’t think I do.Followed by a couple of streaming tears emoji.
I LOVE YOU STUPID.
Yes, I think I may have a vague idea now.Magnus continues his abuse of emojis.
“Am I boring you, Alec?”
Yes.
“No, mother, I’m seriously reflecting on my past actions.”
“Good.”
He feels Izzy’s grin before he turns to look at her, just in time to catch her mouthing, ‘ass kisser’ at him.
He whispers back when his mother has her back turned to them. “Not the ass I want to be kissing.”
“By the angel!” Jace exclaims from his left side, his tone one of horror and attracting all the attention to him.
“Yes, Jace? Is something wrong?” Maryse asks concerned. Looking intently at Jace and not noticing both Alec and Izzy almost sputtering trying to contain their laugh.
“Wha—N—No, Maryse. What I mean is…uh, by the Angel, only now…uh, I…only now I realise what trouble Clary and I have caused you and Alec and the Clave and we’re…uh, really sorry.”
His explanation is so unconvincing even Maryse looks sceptical at her Golden Boy Jace.
Need safe-word for when I need you to come rescue me from boring meetings.
How about ‘canoodle’?Alec tries hard not to physically roll his eyes.
How about ‘medium rare’?
…you’re never going to let me live that down are you?
Depends.
On what? It’s the first time Alec’s got Magnus in the text version of being speechless.
The level of canoodling.
How about this?Magnus texts back and Alec has to wait a few seconds until whatever it is Magnus is sending him comes though.
He looks away from the phone for a split second while waiting for the text to come in, determining that his mother has moved on from Jace’s half-ass explanation with barely a suspicious glint. Izzy keeps on glancing at him with a teasing look that he does his best to ignore. Jace has not made eye contact with him or anyone at the table for the last 7 minutes which counts as almost a record. If Alec wasn’t Alec and Jace wasn’t Jace, he’d think that his parabatai was even blushing.
His phone vibrates in his hand, signalling that whatever Magnus has deign to send him has finally come in. It’s a picture file that he opens without a second thought.
He lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a strangled choking sound and someone stepping on a cat; both the person and the cat, attracting all the attention to him. He tries to cough to cover up his shame but it’s too late.
“Yes, Alec. What is it now?”
He tries not to choke on the oxygen he’s inhaling. “N-Nothing, mother. I just swallowed a fly.”
“There are no flies in the institute,” Izzy says unhelpfully. Alec glares at her.
“Only ones named Simon,” adds Jace, equally unhelpfully. Alec wonders if it’s too late to put in a request for a new sister and a new parabatai.
Lydia shoots him a questioning look and he tries to telepathically beg her for help. “I have been getting complaints about bug infestations in the Institute. I think it has something to do with the crypt in the basement.”
Alec wants to buy Lydia shots, and lots of it. Maybe even a mundane house in the suburbs.
His mother lets out an ever suffering sigh but decides not to continue her line of questioning.
And the meeting once again resumes. At this point Alec doesn’t know head nor tails or what’s going on or what his mother is even talking about and he isn’t even pretending to. He dares a glance at the picture again.
There are abs on his screen, sweaty glistening, toned abs. So toned it’s almost an 8-pack instead of a 6-pack. Slick with sweat and almost shimmering under the vintage lighting of Magnus’ loft, staring back up at him like it’s a piece of juicy meat and he’s the hungriest predator in the vicinity. Medium rare indeed.
I didn’t mean actually kill me. I’ve grown pretty fond of being alive thanks so much.
Are you impressed, my dear?Alec can almost hear the smugness in his tone.
No. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. What the hell are you doing anyway? Please tell me you’re not doing one of those fake candid selfies of yourself.
I love you Alexander and I love everything you love, but I truly am going to throw out 10 Things I Hate About You if you don’t stop quoting it every other conversation. And to answer your questions. 1. I’m working out, if you must know. You think his dazzling physique maintains itself my love? And 2. No I am not doing one of those fake candid selfies, don’t worry your pretty little head off. A selfie is just a selfie.
At this point Alec has given up trying to look even remotely interested in what his mother is saying.
Like the way that hell is just a sauna?
Magnus texts back some devil horn emojis but with no text. After a few seconds, another text with an attached picture comes in. Alec is almost too afraid to look.
But not afraid enough.
His heart starts palpitating. His palms become clammy. He forgets how to swallow or breathe. His boyfriend truly is the devil.
There are biceps on his screen. Rippled, muscular biceps gleaming with still dripping sweat. Slightly veiny yet toned and taut and shining like a sexy beacon calling Alec towards the deadly rocks and his almost certain doom.
All of a sudden he doesn’t feel too well. His head feels light and his heart is thundering in his chest.
“Alec, are you okay?” He hears Izzy ask through the muddled haze that used to be his somewhat competent mind and constitution. He thinks this must be what the sailors in Greek mythology felt like when they heard the songs of the Siren.
Unwanted attention turns to him once again.
“Alec?” he hears his mother and the concern in her voice is unnerving.
“Sorry. I-I just…I just felt a little light headed for a minute,” he says, trying to cover up the four shades of pink his face has probably adopted. Both Jace and Izzy look at him in concern. But Lydia has a knowing look on his face that he neither likes nor appreciates. Alec thinks at some point his father actually fell asleep with his eyes open because he isn’t reacting to anything at all. He’s just sitting there silent, arm crossed over his chest and eyes wide open. Like, eerily wide.
“I think this would be the best place to end this absolutely enlightening and engaging meeting, don’t you, Maryse?” The emphasis on the two words make it apparent that Lydia is neither enlightened nor engaged. “Everyone’s been running ragged these past couple of days trying to deal with the influx of demon activity. I think they deserve the day off. Unless there’s some pressing matter at hand, of course.”
Maryse glowers at Lydia, but doesn’t refute her words. “Of course.”
“Well that’s that then,” Lydia says, getting to her feet. Alec doesn’t like the look she keeps sending his way because it’s the same look Izzy has on when she thinks she’s discovered some huge secret of his. He especially hates it now because Izzy is looking at him with the same exact expression and the same lopsided grin. He doesn’t appreciate the look Izzy and Lydia are exchanging with each other either. He wishes there was a way to go back to the time when everyone hated and didn’t trust Lydia at all. But then again, she did just give him the day off.
He almost leaps to his feet, startling Jace out of his happy place where he isn’t envisioning his beloved parabatai kissing anyone’s ass on loop and all is right in the world. Jace still can’t look him in the eye without seeing Magnus’s ass in the very next frame. He wants Clary to hug him and pat him on the head and kiss the nightmares away.
Alec is startled when Jace suddenly jumps up and even faster than regular Nephilim speed, disappears out the door and down the corridor like he has a hoard of Drevak demons on his ass.
No one knows how to react.
“Well. I think I’m going to go lie down,” Alec says after a while and begins his retreat. If he’s fast enough, he can get out of there before Lydia or Izzy can make—
“Try not to overexert yourself while doing all that laying down,” Izzy says.
“Being able to lay down in bed is such a magical activity,” Lydia says.
Alec feels betrayed by them both.
“Oh by the angel!” Maryse exclaims, her face in her hand. She points one manicured finger out the door and turns to her son.  “Alec, go do what you need to do. I don’t want to know about it, I don’t want to hear the insinuation of it. Next time we have a meeting we’re leaving the phones at the door. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Alec can’t get out of there fast enough. He whips out his phone and frantically types out, MEDIUM RARE MEDIUM RARE MEDIURM RAR MEDIUM RARW MWDIUM TARW CANOODLING CACCNOOLDING MEDIUMRAARW.
He slams open the door of his room just in time to see a purple portal open up at the far end wall beside his closet. He doesn’t speed up his gait at all. Nope, not at all.
He exits on the other side to the welcoming atmosphere of Magnus’ eclectic loft and the sight of Magnus in an absolutely offensive sleeveless grey hoodie. And he’s actually doing reps with a dumbbell on a bench that he’d probably magicked out from nowhere in particular. Actually it looks suspiciously like the workout bench in Jace’s room. How dare he? He upped the ante of the candid selfie of himself. This is an accidentally on purpose intentional work-out walk-in. How very Magnus. And how dare he?
“Alexander,” Magnus says, looking up with a wide smile as if he’s at all surprised to see Alec standing there looking all flushed and absolutely scandalised. This just won’t do.
Alec struts towards Magnus with a purpose in his gait and mission in his heart. At this point Magnus has dropped this entire farce of a workout and put down the dumbbell.
Sweat is trickling down the center of his glistening heaving chest, between his tanned, perfectly sculpted pecs peeking out over the precariously zipped up hoodie. Alec hates that hoodie. Since when did Magnus actually own hoodies? They seem far too innocuous and plain for his taste. But maybe that was his plan all along. Either way, Alec hates that hoodie and he needs it to come off, right now.
He grabs his shocked boyfriend by the undone lapels and in one swift move, rips it open. This time it’s Magnus’ turn to look absolutely flustered in shock and unconcealed glee. He can’t even concentrate enough to keep up his glamour. His cats’ eyes watch Alec like a predator, but in that moment no one can really tell which one of them is the predator and which one is the prey.
One obstacle out of the way for Alec when he finally gets the offending article of clothing off his boyfriend’s exquisite person and lets it fall to the floor in a heap. He feels Magnus’ hand fiddling with the buttons of his own shirt before he reaches into his pants and pulls out his stele, dropping it to the floor without care.
Magnus has a look on his face that’s half experienced 400 year old warlock and half 7 year old child in a toy store that’s made entirely out of candy. Alec likes this side of him. He likes it even more when he backs Magnus up against couch, the back of his knees hitting the footrest and stopping them both in their tracks. Alec spares a glance down Magnus’ now shirtless torso and the way his sweaty shoulders and chest are almost luminous under the warm light and the glowing crescent moon hanging in the night sky. The taut, lean muscles of his biceps and his well-defined abs usually hidden under layers of expensive fabric and precious jewels.
For the first time since they met, Alec actually realises that this is his. Magnus is all his. He doesn’t have time to contemplate the meaning of it all before he feels himself subconsciously grasping Magnus by the side of his face and plating a kiss on his lustrous, glitter gloss covered lips. The kiss lasts a good minute before Alec pulls back and shoves Magnus back onto couch when he lands an unceremonious, scandalised yet tantalised heap. His sparkling cat eyes never once looking away or even blinking. He hasn’t said anything the whole time but his gaze speaks volumes in surround sound.
Alec’s not exactly sure what he’s doing or where he’s going with this, it almost like his body is moving of its own accord regardless of how ridiculous his brain is telling him he probably looks right now. All of a sudden he feels all of his 20 plus years of virginity greeting him like that one annoying jokester in class everyone only pretends to like but then rolls their eyes at when he’s done walking away.
What is he doing?
Taking off his shirt evidently, a completely vulgar and unsanctioned act and he’s pretty sure he didn’t verbally permit his body to do such a thing. But he’s unbuttoning the last few buttons on his unsurprisingly monotonous long sleeve black shirt and Magnus is looking at him like the sexiest awkward virgin in all the land. Magnus’ gaze is more inspiring than Shia Labeouf entire 30 minute motivational spiel. Alec only knows about that because Jace watches the video on repeat to psych himself up before a mission. But why is he thinking about Shia Labeouf and Jace when Magnus is shirtless and dishevelled and sprawled out right there?
He whips his shirt off his back and to the side, this time watching as Magnus’ glittering eyes rake hungrily across his own body.
Alec takes a deep breath, all while his brain is still yelling at him about what a bad idea this is. Monumentally bad. Walk of shame back to the institute bad. Even worse than when he and Magnus only had drinks because Izzy and Lydia will know. His mother knows. Oh god, Alec cannot get over what a bad idea this is and starts contemplating how he managed to get himself into such an awkward situation. He was having a really good day too. And he still owes Lydia some shots and a nice beige house in the heart of suburbia.
Magnus on the other hand doesn’t seem to share Alec’s insecurity and embarrassment as he reaches over before Alec can react and grabs onto the buckle of Alec’s belt, dragging him back onto the couch where they land a sandwiched heap.
“Nice of you to join me, my love. It was getting very lonely and very cold on his sofa by myself.”
Alec can’t seem to find the words, or even remember how to form actual words. “Medium rare,” he says instead.
Magnus smiles, one of those small but genuine ones where his eyes sparkle like they’re reflecting the stars in the solar system all at once. “Have I ever told you that you’re the most adorable person I’ve ever met in my 400 years of life?”
Alec would have been even more touched by Magnus’ words if he wasn’t feeling so awkwardly long on the couch, draped over Magnus in a rather uncomfortable position, propping himself up by the elbows on either side of Magnus’ head and his legs hanging uselessly over the edge. “I’m sure you say that to all the boys.”
“No, I don’t,” Magnus replies simply, his expression still easy going and playful but the glint on his eyes hardened and serious. “I love only you, Alexander Lightwood.”
Alec answers Magnus’ heartfelt confession with his lips. He feels Magnus’s hands fiddling with the buckle of his belt, but this time it’s Magnus who suddenly pulls away. He locks eyes with Alec, his face and entire body language serious yet understanding and comforting. “Only if you really want to,” he says, looking deep into Alec’s eyes.
And for the first time today Alec’s mind is clear and unwavering and he thinks, yes, he does. “I really do, Magnus. Only with you.”
Magnus smiles and it’s the most gorgeous sight Alec has had the pleasure to behold.
In the meeting room back at the Institute, Robert Lightwood with his eyes still open, his arms still crossed and his posture still rigid, sleeps on without a care.
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