Hi! You said you wanted shadowhunter prompts so I have two for you to pick from. You obviously don’t have to write either but if they tickle your fancy:
Magnus apologizing to Alec either post 2x20 or post 3x06/7. We never see Magnus doing the reaching or fixing(the relationship) in the show beyond the early parts of season 1 so I always enjoy him owning up and apologizing.
Or:
Jace (getting his head out of his ass) and making a deal with Asmodeus to repay Magnus. Yes Magnus did it out of love for Alec, but Jace did benefit so I’d like to see it spun as Jace doing the sacrificing. Dealers choice on what and how.
If you don’t like these then it’s no bother! :) happy new year!
sorry this took so long! it.... kind of went out of control and is a long boy, so i'm putting it under the cut. TWS: drinking to cope.
In the hundreds of years he had been alive, Magnus Bane had never been one for apologies. He did what his heart told him to, and despite that heart sometimes beating in the wrong direction, he always followed it in the moment.
So when he texted Alec that he wasn’t coming to dinner, he wasn’t upset with himself. No, the regret didn’t set in until hours later, when he was on his balcony with his second drink nearly finished.
And when it did hit? It hit like a tidal wave, knocking Magnus back into his senses and bringing a stinging wetness to his barely glamoured eyes.
He had upset his Alexander. Again. And again, it was his fault. And again, he was letting the first man he had loved in decades take the fall for it.
Alec was always the one to come begging for forgiveness. He was always the one that showed up at Magnus’s door, determined to set things right. It was never Magnus.
The warlock could blame his inability to break the tension first on many things. He could blame it on the fact that everyone he loved left him eventually. He could blame it on his years of chasing after Camille, of apologizing for things he didn’t need to. He could blame it on pure stubbornness, a trait he wasn’t lacking in, or perhaps the tragedy that laced his earliest memories. But in the end, there was no one to put the blame on but himself.
He pulled out his phone, fingers hovering over Alec’s contact. Would the shadowhunter even want to see him? This wasn’t the first time they had argued, but something in Magnus knew that this felt… different. The argument about the whole immortality thing that morning had struck deep, in both men’s hearts. In Magnus’s about the fact that he didn’t want to see another person he loved age and die, and in Alec’s for the idea that he wasn’t good enough for his long lasting lover.
It was a hard line to toe, immortality. And they had pushed it one too many times.
Before he could stop himself, Magnus was hitting the call button, pressing his lips together as the phone rang. It let out three steady rings, and then it beeped.
Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Alec Lightwood, please-
Magnus hung up. He groaned, balling his fists at his sides. “Fuck,” he muttered, scrambling to pull up a different contact. “Come on, Isabelle, pick up.”
“Hello?” said a girl on the other end of the line, her voice soothing Magnus’s stress by just a little bit. “Magnus, this better be good.”
He frowned. “You’re mad at me.”
“Not mad,” Izzy said, sighing into the line. “Disappointed. You need to fix this.” She waited for his response. It never came. “Come on, Magnus Bane. Use your damn years of knowledge and figure something out!” And then she hung up, leaving Magnus clutching at his phone, frozen.
With shaky hands, Magnus tucked his device into his pocket and turned on his heel, glancing at Chairman Meow on the sofa. “What do I do?” he asked.
The Chairman hissed at him. The sound was enough to spring Magnus from his guilt and into action, forming a portal directly into the Institute.
When he arrived, he was greeted by the blaring of the wards, which he quickly stopped with the snap of his fingers. Shadowhunters surged toward him, but he pushed past, heading straight for Alec’s room.
“Alexander!” he called, knocking on the door. “Alec, I need to speak to you!”
There was shuffling on the other side of the door. The handle turned, and Alec peeked his head through the small opening he had made. “I’m not in the mood,” he slurred. The stench of alcohol drifted off his tongue. “Go away, Magnus.”
Magnus caught the door with his foot, stopping Alec from shutting it. “Alexander, please,” he begged, nothing but pure desperation in his words. “I messed up.”
“You think?” Alec laughed, running a hand through his messy hair. “We both said some things. We always say some things, and then I come running back to you like a lost fucking puppy who needs his owner.” Pausing, he looked Magnus right in the eyes. “And yet I can’t help it, because I’m so damn in love with you that I think my life without you would be nothing at this point. So I need you to leave before I get on my knees and beg for forgiveness again.”
“Alec,” Magnus whispered, breath caught in his throat. “Alec, please.”
A laugh fell from Alec, drunken and pitiful.”Please what? What do you want from me, Magnus?” His words were bitter, but something in them seemed to be pleading with Magnus to fix this. To mend what had been broken, and not with magic.
Taking a breath, Magnus let his guard fall completely. His eyes glazed over from tears, their dark hue fading into a glowing yellow. He let his apology tumble from his lips before he could stop himself. “Alexander Gideon Lightwood. I messed up. You’re right, we both said things we shouldn’t have. But not coming to dinner was petty on my part, and I wholeheartedly apologize.” He was fully crying now, but he kept his contact with Alec. The other man was staring back at him with a blank face. “I understand if you don’t forgive me. I wouldn’t either,” he laughed dryly, “but all I ask is that you don’t let it fester like you always do. I don’t want you to hurt. That’s the last thing I want. I would do anything to make things right between us, Alec. I’m sorry.” Silence fell over them for a few moments before Magnus sighed, breaking eye contact and lowering his head in defeat. “I’ll go now,” he said sadly. “Goodbye, Alexander.”
He turned to walk away. As he did, Alec shuffled behind him. “Hey, Magnus?”
“Yeah?” Magnus’s voice quivered.
“Turn around, please,” he asked, and Magnus did as he was told. He looked at Alec through teary cat-eyes. Alec smiled, ever so slightly. The corner of his eyes scrunched up in a way that made Magnus fill with the little hope he had left. “Do you want to come in and talk?”
Magnus exhaled. “I’d love to,” he replied.
Alec took his hand and led him into the room, closing the door behind them. Magnus looked around. He had been in Alec’s Institute bedroom before, but only in passing. This was different. This was vulnerable.
There was a half-empty bottle of alcohol on Alec’s bedside table, and Magnus desperately hoped Alec hadn’t been the one to drain it to that point. He hovered awkwardly by the door as Alec collapsed onto the bed, looking up at him through his eyelashes.
“Come sit,” he said, nearly pleading. “I need you close.”
Smiling softly, Magnus did as he was told. He dropped gently onto the mattress, a few feet away from where Alec was sprawled out. “I thought you were mad at me.”
Alec pulled himself up and took Magnus’s hand. “I was,” he began, “but you're good at apologies.” He sounded tired, words slurring together. Magnus ran his free hand through the shadowhunters hair, pushing it out of his eyes.
“Am I?”
A giggle left Alec’s lips. “You are,” he confirmed. “But only when you decide to stop being stubborn.” He squeezed Magnus’s hand, the light pressure incredibly grounding. “I need to sleep off this hangover I’m about to get.”
“Of course,” said Magnus. “We can talk more tomorrow?”
“Yeah.” Alec watched as Magnus stood, a pout crossing his lips. “Where are you going?”
Magnus shrugged. “Home,” he answered. “I assumed you didn’t want me to stay here with you.”
The pout turned into a raised eyebrow and pursed lips. “Stop assuming,” Alec said, “and come lay down.”
“Are you sure?” Magnus asked, chest heavy. Why would Alec want to lay with him when he had hurt him so badly? Was he doing it out of pity?
Alec coughed. “I can hear you thinking,” he murmured, patting the bed next to him. “Relationships take effort, right? And you put in that effort to get all the way here and apologize. So come here before I change my mind.”
Surging forward, Magnus slid under the covers next to Alec. His Alec. “You are a wise drunk, darling,” he said, and Alec turned to face him.
“I think you're rubbing off on me,” he joked with a yawn. “Night, Magnus.”
“Goodnight, Alexander,” Magnus responded. “I love you.”
Alec didn’t say it back, he was already asleep. But the smile on his lips was enough for Magnus to drift off as well.
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