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a promise to keep

(Read on AO3) (a 3x15 coda ficlet)

“Alec, you can’t stay here forever. You need to go get some fresh air. Sleep. Take a shower.” 

He knows that Isabelle is only trying to help. So is Clary, and Underhill, and Jace, and everyone else who cycles through the Institute’s Infirmary to try and convince him to leave the bedside he’s spent the past 24 hours straight at. He can’t. He won’t. Magnus’ body is rejecting the magic he got from Lorenzo, and what if the moment he walks away is the moment–

Tears blur Alec’s vision at the thought, and when the door opens he wipes them away quickly, ready to pretend he’s fine again for the next round of people who think they know what’s best for him. What he isn’t ready for is Catarina. 

“You’re back,” he breathes, the words shakier than he wants. But it’s Cat, and if anyone will know how he feels it’s her, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. 

“Of course I am. I told you I just had to get my shifts covered, and a sitter for Madzie, but I’m not leaving his side. Not until he wakes up again. Not until he’s better.” 

Alec takes a deep breath, feeling like he can exhale for the first time since Magnus collapsed. Catarina showed up almost immediately when he called the first time but it was just for a preliminary check, and she had Madzie in tow. He wasn’t sure how long it’d take her to come back but he’s nothing but relieved to see her again so soon. 

He doesn’t think he can speak without breaking down so he only nods in response. 

“He’s going to get better, Alec. He’s a fighter, he always has been. And now he has you to fight his way back to.” 

Alec nods, wishing more than anything for that to be true. “We were talking, before he collapsed, about him moving out of the Institute and into a new place. I asked if we could move there together, when he found one.” 

Catarina smiles. “He said yes, didn’t he?” 

“He did. As long as he got his own walk-in closet.” Alec confirms, his eyes never leaving Magnus, thumbs tracing worried lines over the skin on the back of Magnus’ hand. It’s so still in his own, pulse barely noticeable beneath his touch. 

“That sounds like him,” Cat laughs, but the sound is forced. They both pretend not to notice. “I’ve got this, Alec. I’ll call you the second anything changes. But you need to see the outside of this room, even just for a few minutes. You have a family. Friends. An Institute to run. You know he’d hate for you to sit here fretting over him when there’s nothing you can do.” 

Alec hates that she’s right, but it’s part of the reason he called her here. She gets it. Magnus is his entire world, but if anyone else loves him even half as much as Alec does, it’s Catarina. There’s no one else he trusts to leave him with. 

“Two hours, tops. My phone’ll be on, call me for anything, and I mean that. Anything.” Alec lingers, Magnus’ hand still in his own, unable to pry himself away. 

“I got him.” Catarina promises. And it’s enough. 

It has to be. 

—

When Alec returns two hours later it isn’t after a good meal, or a few drinks, or even a little bit of rest. 

“Hey, Magnus,” he greets him, taking his boyfriend’s hand in his own once more. “I found the most amazing place - it has a walk-in closet, just like you want. And it isn’t too far from the Institute, so I can afford to sleep in a few extra minutes with you, even when I have to be in early. There’s a balcony, and a fireplace for cold winter nights, and you should see the kitchen…” 

He doesn’t know if Magnus can hear him, but Alec spends the next hour talking about this apartment he found during the few moments he managed to leave the Institute. About the spare room that would be perfect for a work space for Magnus to rebuild his collection of potion ingredients, or the spare room that would suit Madzie perfectly… and maybe some other children, some day in their future. 

“…and it’s way too big for just me, so I’m going to need you to wake up, alright? Because you promised me–” Alec’s words choke off, but he pulls himself together again quickly, pretending he doesn’t see Catarina turn away in the corner of the room with a sniffle. “I don’t even have enough clothing to fill a walk-in closet, so you need to get better, alright?  You promised me, and I’m not letting you off the hook this easily. I’m not doing this without you.” 

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Could you please please write some fluffy malec humour!!! Thanks :)

NOTE: I’m not good with the humour bit, I am so sorry. I guess I’m not a very funny person :p So I just added a lot of fluff. I hope that’s okay with you, but I’m really sorry if this what not exactly what you asked for. 

The firstkiss on his cheek didn’t wake him.

The secondkiss on his other cheek caused a little startle.

The third kisson his lips felt like he was still in a dream.

And by the fourthkiss Magnus knew what was happening.

‘Mmh.’ Helet out a soft groan against the lips of his boyfriend. It’s amazing how evenin the morning Alec’s scent was one of the best scents Magnus could imagine inall his centuries on this earth.

‘Finally!’Alec’s voice exclaimed, followed by another kiss meeting Magnus’ lips. ‘The onetime I have a day off you decide to sleep in.’

And that’swhere Magnus realized it. This was their day off. They had the whole day tothemselves and that idea sounded better than any other thing. His eyes slowlyopened only to meet Alec’s gaze. Alec was leaning on him and his fingers weregently stroking Magnus’ arm.

If therewas a certain way he could wake up for the rest of his life, every single day… Itwould definitely be like this.

‘Isn’t thatwhat you do on a day off? Sleeping in?’ Magnus smirked when he returned the favourand slowly caressed the shadowhunter’s cheek. ‘Goodmorning, Alexander.’

‘Normal peopleprobably do, but I’m just too excited to spend this day with you.’ Alec repliedwhile smiling from ear to ear. ‘Goodmorning, Magnus.’

It was ablessing to see Alec as relaxed as he was now. So at ease, the little sparklein his eyes and no sign of any worries. This was Magnus’ favourite version of Alec.

‘Well Isuppose you already have a plan for the day then?’ He guessed while alreadysitting himself up in bed, ready to get dressed or whatever Alec expected of him. Butinstead Alec just shook his head and laid himself on his back again, pattingthe spot next to him.

‘I justwant to lay here for a bit… With you.’

And somehowthat was exactly everything Magnus wanted right now. So he laid himself next toAlec again, his head searching for Alec’s chest instead of his own pillow andhis hand slowly stroking the lines of his boyfriend’s six pack.

Alec’s armfound his way around Magnus, pulling him even closer to his chest. And Magnus neverfelt more loved.

‘I don’tthink life can get better than this.’ Alec softly whispered, but still loud enoughfor Magnus to hear.

Magnussmiled, he smiled like he never smiled before. And although Alec was not ableto see it, Magnus knew Alec was smiling too. ‘I think it somehow probably can…But only with you, Alexander… Only with you.’

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Prompt "don't forget this. I don't need a memento."? Please and thank you!

Alec woke with a residual soreness in his shoulder. His good arm was wrapped around Magnus, who was still asleep and tucked against his side.

He grimaced, remembering the fight from the night before. He’d dispatched the demon without too much trouble, but it had gotten a lucky hit before it went down, lashing his left shoulder with its tail and sending him crashing back into a wall. Hard.

The wound itself had healed, thanks to a quick iratze in the alley and Magnus once he’d made it home. His now blood-stained t-shirt was discarded on the floor where Magnus had tossed it before sending a soothing burst of blue magic over Alec’s wound.

Slowly, Alec slid his arm out from under Magnus and brushed his fingers over his own shoulder. There wasn’t a scar, but the skin still felt tender, a phantom pain. Magnus stirred against him and when Alec looked back, a pair of sleepy, golden cat eyes met his own.

“Hi,” Alec whispered, wrapping his arm around Magnus again and scooting him closer.

“Morning,” Magnus rasped. “How’s your shoulder?”

Alec hummed, fingers tracing loose patterns on Magnus’s back. “A little sore, but good.” He turned his head and placed a kiss on Magnus’s forehead. “Thank you.”

Magnus propped himself up on his elbow, hovering a little above Alec. His eyes were shining as he leaned down to drop a kiss against his lips. It was short and chaste and Alec wanted more, more, more. He wanted to lose himself against Magnus’s lips and his skin and his everything. But Magnus pulled back and met his eyes again with a crooked grin that Alec felt was particularly rude since he was too far away for Alec to kiss it off of him.

“You can thank me properly after you’ve showered,” Magnus teased, his nose scrunching.

“Are you saying I stink?”

“Yes, but I suppose that’s partly my fault since I kept you particularly busy all night,” Magnus winked.

“Yes, you did.” Alec slid out from beneath Magnus, stealing a quick kiss before pulling himself out of bed.

“Don’t forget this,” Magnus called as he made his way towards the bathroom. He turned to see him picking up the bloodied shirt off the floor. “I don’t need a memento.” The teasing lilt to his voice had gone, replaced by something more serious, somber. Scared. Alec didn’t miss the way his eyes seemed fixed on the tear in the fabric that was only inches from the neckline.

Alec moved to stand in front of him, taking the shirt with one hand and cupping Magnus’s cheek with the other. “Hey, I’m okay. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Magnus’s eyes were wet, but he gave a small smile. “I know, I just… I love you, and I’m terrified that…” he trailed off, blinking hard.

Alec brushed his thumb across Magnus’s cheek. “I love you, too,” he whispered. “And I told you, I’m not going anywhere. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Magnus let out a surprised laugh at the determination in Alec’s voice, but he didn’t fight him on it. “Good,” he said instead. “Now go shower,” he said, swatting at Alec’s chest. “You still stink.”

Alec laughed and dropped another kiss against his forehead before turning and disappearing into the bathroom. If the t-shirt ended up burning in the fireplace later, neither of them discussed it.

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Starry Eyed Surprise

Flufftober Prompt: Gift (read on AO3)

After a particularly grueling few days of pulling double shifts at the Institute, Alec agrees to allow Underhill drag him out to the Hunter’s Moon for what ends up being a much needed night of relaxation. They share a few drinks and a friendly game of pool when Underhill’s phone vibrates and his lips turn down into a frown, his usually soft features taking on a more severe look in an instant.

“What is it?” Alec prompts. “Everything alright?” He knows it could be nothing, but with their line of work he also knows every face-dropping message could be Something with a capital ‘S’.

“It’s fine,” Underhill says instinctively, but he can’t shake the look on his face and he knows Alec notices it. Alec notices everything. “Well, it could be better. My boyfriend was supposed to fly into town next weekend for my-” he cuts himself off mid-sentence, thinking better of whatever words he meant to say originally. “-for a visit.”

“Frederick, right?”

Underhill gives a small smile. “Yeah, but if you ever call him that to his face he’ll probably deck you,” he laughs, but Alec hears the hint of sadness in the sound. “Freddie was supposed to come to New York but he just got stuck on that Council assignment to Idris for two weeks and has to cancel.”

Alec gets the sense that it’s more than just a missed weekend getaway, but whatever Underhill isn’t telling him Alec doesn’t pry. “I’m sorry,” he offers instead. “I’m especially sorry for your boyfriend because that’s probably the worst assignment of the year. I got stuck going last year; they make it out to be some sort of honor but you’re pretty much the Council’s glorified errand boy the entire time.” He shudders at the memory. “I’d rather be assigned to ichor clean-up.”

“That bad, eh?” Underhill sighs. “Oh well. I guess it isn’t the end of the world.”

It doesn’t come back up again, though it does put a slight damper on the mood even when he beats Alec at pool before they go their separate ways.

—

About a week later Alec sits at his desk, waiting impatiently until he hears the knock at his door.

“Come in,” he calls, already knowing who’s on the other side.

“You wanted to see me, Sir?” The question comes from Underhill who hesitates half-inside the doorway.

“I did,” Alec says, and though he’s trying to play it cool he can’t hide the eager smile that tugs up at the corners of his lips. “Though admittedly not as much as he does.”

Underhill’s gaze was so naturally drawn to the desk on the right side of the room where he knew Alec would be sat that he hadn’t bothered to look elsewhere - not until Alec nods across the office and his eyes come to rest on Frederick Strongheart waiting there with a small cluster of sunflowers in his hands.  

“Freddie?!” Underhill’s confusion only lasts a second before he’s across the room, practically throwing himself into his boyfriend’s arms and  nearly crushing the sunflowers in the process. “You’re supposed to be in Alicante!”

“Surprise!” Freddie exclaims, the word dissolving into an amused chuckle at his boyfriend’s confused enthusiasm. “Also do you know how difficult it is to find sunflowers right now? Careful!” The two share a kiss, quick but full of longing from so much time spent apart, before Underhill takes the flowers from Freddie’s hand into his own, his expression one of pure adoration.  

Between the sprint across the room and the way Underhill loses that straight-backed, walls-up ‘strictly business’ guarded attitude he normally has around the Institute, Alec thinks that it’s refreshing to see him this way, and it’s nice to know he has someone in his life to bring out this side of him. Alec doesn’t mind being entirely ignored, except he feels a bit guilty for still being there once he realizes that Underhill has tears in his eyes. He clears his throat awkwardly. “I can, uh, give you guys some time,” he says, turning to leave. “You’ll have plenty of it,” he adds, the words directed at Underhill. “Strongheart is stationed here for the next two weeks.”

“What?” Underhill looks incredulously between Alec and Freddie. “Are you serious?”

Alec smiles and gives a small shrug. “Happy birthday.”

“How did you know? I made it a point not to say anything to anyone this year.”

“I knew something was up after last week. One of the perks of being Head of the Institute,” Alec points out. “Your birthday is in your file.”

“That sounds like an abuse of power, Lightwood,” Underhill points out, but he doesn’t sound mad about it. Quite the opposite.

“Maybe,” Alec admits. “But so was every string I had to pull to take Strongheart’s spot in Alicante for the next two weeks - which I convinced the Council I was very eager to do now that I have a ‘newfound appreciation as Head of the Institute for their delicate diplomacy’.” Alec rolls his eyes. “He’ll be staying here to fill in for Jace while Jace fills in as Head. I assured them that simply no one else would do, and Frederi–Freddie was gracious enough to agree to the temporary transfer.” He gives Freddie a wink. It may be a bit contrived but Alec is rather proud of what he managed to pull together in such a short amount of time. “Sorry I couldn’t get you the weeks entirely off. It was too last-minute for all of that, but Jace and Izzy should be able to keep your work at a minimum until I get back so you’ll have plenty of time to spend outside the Institute.”

“Sorry?! You’re SORRY?!” Underhill echoes in disbelief. “Alec, this is-” he breaks off, so overcome with emotion at not only Alec’s efforts but just the simple presence of his boyfriend next to him, that he loses his careful awareness of only calling Alec ‘Sir’ while at work. “I don’t even know what to say. This might be the best gift anyone’s ever given me.”

From beside him Freddie smirks, slipping an arm around Underhill’s waist, fingers sliding through his belt loop to pull him in closer. “That’s just because you haven’t gotten mine yet.” The suggestive tone (and not-so-subtle smirk which accompanies his words) leaves a flush on Underhill’s cheeks.

Alec turns back toward his desk in a failed attempt to hide his laughter, clearing his throat. “Alright you two, save it for after work. In fact, why don’t you just take the rest of the day off? I’ll let Jace know on my way out.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Underhill says, finally regaining some of his composure. Still, he’s leaning into the words, clearly eager to take Alec up on them. He’s practically bouncing in place and Alec can’t remember seeing him so happy, and it’s enough to justify the two weeks of constant annoyance he knows he’s about to endure.   

“Yeah, thanks, Mr. Lightwood. It’s a shame I won’t get the chance to actually work with you while I’m here. I’ve heard nothing but good things, though I may have more than a little personal bias now.” Freddie’s excitement matches Underhills, and Alec’s heart warms at the way he sneaks glances at him every few seconds when he thinks he isn’t looking, his smile growing more and more each time. It’s how Alec still feels when he looks at Magnus, even to this day, and he hopes they never lose that feeling either.

“Just keep Jace from burning down my Institute while I’m gone and we’ll call it even.”

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Displays of Affection

Flufftober prompt: Canon Fix-It (Read on AO3)

The hall is beautiful. It’s as small as the happy couple could manage to keep things, what with the grooms being the recently reinstated High Warlock of Brooklyn and the Head of the New York Institute, and Catarina watches from her requested seat in the far back corner of the room, the chair beside her empty until the very last second.

The face of the man who sits down beside her isn’t a face that anyone here will recognize, not even Magnus for the time being. But as he drops his glamor just for her, Catarina smiles. “You made it,” she whispers in a quiet breath, surprised but elated. “I wasn’t sure you were going to risk it.”

Ragnor spares a nervous glance around them, but with all eyes on the men in the front of the room no one is looking back here at him. “I couldn’t allow you to go stag for our best friend’s wedding, could I?” He winks, and she eases her posture back, leaning to the left so that their arms touch. A moment later her head rests on his shoulder comfortably.

They see each other often enough but always in secret, always in hiding. There’s a certain satisfaction in having the world see that she isn’t constantly alone despite what appearances may suggest and what she can openly admit to.

“Does he know you’re here?” Catarina asks after a moment of allowing herself to selfishly enjoy having him here with her, even if he is mostly here for Magnus.

“No. He’d worry if he did, you know him. He deserves to enjoy this moment untroubled.” Ragnor sighs, feeling surprisingly content as he looks around the room at all of the eager, grinning faces. “I’ll talk to him after. It’ll be nice to see him one last time before he never speaks to me again.”

Cat lifts her head up at that. “What did you do?”

“As a wedding gift, I may have signed him up for a scheduled delivery of cabbage once a day for the foreseeable future.”

“Ra-” Catarina starts, about to reprimand him quite vocally, before she remembers and silences the name on her lips. “I’d say I can’t believe you, but that would be a lie.”

“He knows how much I hate that nickname, Cat. He thought I was dying and his last words to me were going to be ‘my little dear cabbage’. Honestly, that warrants far worse, but I’m being kind given the circumstances.”

Catarina shakes her head slowly, not wanting to encourage him (he’s bad enough without it) but unable to hide her own amusement as she pictures Magnus’ reaction once he realizes the scope of what Ragnor planned. “I hope Alec likes eating slaw…” Catarina has time to whisper with a reluctant twitch of a smile before a deep voice echoes in the hall and the room falls into silence. Ragnor’s hand finds her own and gives a gentle squeeze as the ceremony begins.

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blush once and i’m yours | magnus x alec | oneshot | 2.9k

Alec Lightwood was a blusher.

Magnus Bane, however, was not so much of a blusher.

So when Alec managed to make Magnus blush, they were both shocked to say the least.

Or. Alec makes it his sole mission to get Magnus to blush.

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for sandra @howisalexander, happy birthday bub, hope you have a lovely day.

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After an exhausting day of dealing with clients, all Magnus wants to do is relax by himself, without his amazing boyfriend.

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“Oh my god,” Alec mutters as yet another round of fireworks goes off. He stabs a piece of steak a little bit more forcefully than is really necessary, and Magnus hides his smile behind the rim of his glass. He hasn’t seen Alec this grumpy in a long time, and while he should probably be doing something to remedy the situation, he’s finding it very entertaining. “How many fireworks do mundanes need to set off?”

“Well it is Independence Day, darling,” Magnus reasons. He’s not very fond of the day and certainly never celebrates it, but he’s grown used to the traditions that people take part in every year.

“The only thing anyone should be celebrating today is Captain America’s birthday,” Alec mutters under his breath, and both of them freeze.

Magnus can’t even begin to describe the giddiness that surges inside of him as his boyfriend’s words ring through the air. Neither of them move- Alec’s lips pressed into a line and Magnus letting his victory build up as much as possible- until another firework sounds. 

“I knew it!” Magnus exclaims, hopping up from his chair and pointing accusingly. 

“It’s not-” 

“Oh no, don’t even try to lie to me right now. You watched all of the Marvel movies with Simon, didn’t you? That’s where you were last Thursday when you claimed you were sick and staying at the Institute for the night, as if you don’t whine like a baby to me every time you so much as sneeze.”

“I do not do that,” Alec argues, shooting him a glare and standing up as well. He crosses his arms over his chest, but Magnus can tell he’s right just by the defensive way Alec is standing. He’s caught him red-handed. 

“But you’re not denying my other claims,” Magnus says, smiling widely, and Alec stares back at him stubbornly. They stay that way for a few moments, both of them unwilling to give up, until finally Alec lets out a long breath. 

“Okay, fine, yes,” he admits, throwing up his hands. “I was sick of him always making those references and not knowing what he meant, so I let him show me a few movies. But I still haven’t seen them all.”

“What have you not seen yet?” Magnus asks, his eyes narrowing, and Alec sighs.

“I told Simon that I couldn’t watch Thor: Ragnarok with him because I know it’s your favorite,” he mumbles, looking down at the floor, and Magnus beams, stepping forward and taking hold of his arm.

“Come on,” he insists, pulling Alec toward the living room. 

“Really?”

“Don’t act like you don’t want to.” Magnus rolls his eyes. They settle in on the couch, Magnus summoning their dinner and drinks onto the coffee table, and they start the movie. 

“Maybe this can be our new tradition,” Alec suggests halfway through, his eyes not leaving the screen. 

Magnus’ heart warms and he cuddles more against his boyfriend’s body.

“Definitely.”

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Donald Trump gets attacked by an eagle.

This eagle truly represents America. What a majestic symbol.

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another little piece of my heart

Sometimes Magnus had nightmares. They were never expressed violently, with rapid movements or screaming, but rather with a resignation, like someone accepting a punishment they felt deserving of.

Alec had awoken many nights in Magnus’ bed to find him glazed in sweat, the muscles of his neck and jaw flexed, and sometimes even his eyelashes wet with tears. It broke his heart to see Magnus in such a state, but it was even worse when Alec didn’t wake up and wasn’t there to gently guide Magnus back to him. Sometimes he woke up to an empty bed, the sheets moist with sweat and the pillow marked with tears. Whenever Magnus left the bedroom after a nightmare, there were only two places he went: his apothecary or the balcony.

This evening, just after midnight, Alec rolled over onto his side, reaching out for Magnus, to find cold, damp sheets. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyelashes, Alec saw the bedroom door was open slightly. Tugging on the t-shirt he had left discarded on the floor nearby, he got up and slipped out into the living room.

Looking at the balcony doors, they were still closed and locked. The apothecary door was closed as well, but a sliver of warm, yellow light shone underneath the crack between it and the hardwood floor. Alec softly made his way over and knocked softly, a gentle rapping with his knuckles. “Magnus? Are you all right?”

The door slowly opened, revealing Magnus in the center of all the noise of the room, feet up on his desk and his forefinger and thumb rubbing together as tendrils of pale blue magic weaved between them. Next to his feet was a slightly transparent kitten with pale onyx fur and big orange eyes. Its tail was trailing across Magnus’ ankles in what looked like a loving caress when suddenly it dissolved.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Magnus asked quietly, eyes still on the spot where the cat had been.

“No, the opposite actually,” Alec replied, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “I woke up and you were gone.”

“I didn’t want to bother you.” With a soft sigh, Magnus turned to face Alec, giving him a small smile and holding his hand out to him. “Come sit with me.”

With his legs bracketing Magnus’, Alec situated himself in his lap. Up close, he could see the bruise-like coloring underneath Magnus’ eyes. The delicate skin was wrinkled like tissue paper, and he stroked it tenderly with the pad of his thumb. “Can I ask you a question?”

Magnus’ expression softened into something unbearably tender. “Of course you can, my love.”

“Where did that cat go?”

Throwing his head back, Magnus let out a warm laugh, hands anchored to Alec’s thighs. “Magic,” he replied when he had composed himself enough to speak.

Raising his right hand and flexing his fingers, a pulse of magic swirled just above them, creating the image of the kitten. “When I was on my own for some time as a child, there was this cat that wandered around the alleyways, just watching cautiously. When I saw its eyes, I was…comforted, I suppose. No one else had eyes like mine, but at least something did. I found solace in that. I named it Bayangan—it means shadow in my native language.” The cat flicked its tail lazily and scampered around their heads a few times before landing back on the desk. “We both were living in the shadows at the time, and it seemed fitting. Unfortunately, she was sick and malnourished and I didn’t know yet how to help. How to save anything. But while I had her, she grounded me. Having something that depended on me kept me sane. When she passed, I created the greatest likeness I could manage so I could keep her with me in some way. And when I have nightmares, or I just need something familiar, she’s there for me.” Reaching his left hand out to the kitten, she nuzzled his palm enthusiastically. “Aku ratu bayangan,” he cooed at her.

Alec knew there were things in Magnus’ past that were darker than he could bear, but it still hurt just the same to hear about another fragment of his past that served to splinter his heart even further. Tipping his forehead against Magnus’, Alec wished that he could reach inside his chest and give Magnus his own heart. It was bruised and battered, nothing like what Magnus deserved, but it was the most he could offer. And he wanted to.

Magnus’ hands found their way to Alec’s back, rubbing soothingly up and down his skin, leaving behind a warm, tingling sensation that left goosebumps in its wake.

“Thank you for telling me,” Alec whispered.

He could hear the smile in Magnus’ voice when he responded “Thank you for listening. Every time I open up, you’re always ready to embrace me all over again. I hardly deserve it, but it’s the best feeling in the world.”

“Well,” Alec stood carefully and held his hand out to Magnus, “you’re just going to have to practice, Mr. Lightwood-Bane. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Magnus interlaced their fingers, the metal of their wedding bands making a fragile clink sound. “How right you are, Mr. Lightwood-Bane.”

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I don’t usually post personal stuff on here but I’m quite proud of myself

Guess who graduated

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14 days until my birthday! (June 6th)

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After Magnus loses his magic it comes to his attention that maintaining the upkeep of his glamourous facade is actually a hell of a lot more work when he can’t magically cut corners (Who knew that glitter was actually impossible to remove? Every cursory glance in a mirror revealed another damnable glinting spec he’d somehow missed!). Add to that the stress of trying to undo hundreds of years of habitually using magic for a myriad of mundane tasks and trying to remember to actually do them? Well… he eventually finds himself letting go of several fastidious routines he’d previously never be caught dead doing without, like maintaining his meticulously painted nails.

He and Alec train for hours in the institute. Alec is adamant, determined to ensure Magnus’ safety the only way he knows how. Magnus is no slouch, he’s made it a point over the centuries to learn everything about anything that’s ever interested him, and that includes various martial arts. Even so, he finds himself on his ass more than once, the lack of magic guiding his limbs making him feel sluggish and awkward.

Afterwards, while tending a sprained finger (healing the long way!) he notices the state of his nails. His cuticles have grown out, and if that wasn’t bad enough they’re chipped all over, dull from manual tasks and labourious bouts of sparring. That simply won’t do.

Before his next shower he sets about removing the polish, gently removing every trace of colour. He trims his nails right down, gives them a quick filing and buffing then hops into the shower. When he gets out he trims his cuticles, and moisturizes with some emu oil he picked up on his last trip to visit the High Warlock of Australia (Who he soundly beat in Catan, by the way. Don’t listen to her ridiculous untruths).  

There. Shorn and neat, a little less fabulous but still capable and strong. He allows himself a small, sad sigh and goes to join his tall, dark and handsome Shadowhunter.

He finds Alec in the kitchen, pouring tea into a set of mugs. Magnus would honestly prefer a martini at the end of a long day, but sadly even his alcohol tolerance has suffered from his magic loss, and he’d learned the hard way what kind of ghastly infirmity awaits him if he is to overindulge.

Alec’s back is to him when he comes in and he uses the opportunity to admire his love. Relaxation looks good on him, his long limbs loose, legs clad in soft black jogger pants revealing narrow ankles and lovely bare feet. He’s wearing an old worn sweater, holes worn into the cuffs of the neck and wrists. He’d run his hands through damp hair after his shower and it’s a dark shaggy mess.

He looks adorably rumpled, and more importantly, incredibly inviting so Magnus reaches out and strokes along the line of Alec’s broad shoulders as he circles around to stand in front of him. His hand slides over it’s favoured spot on Alec’s neck stroking gently over his deflect rune, before coming to a stop against his cheek.

“Thank you, darling.” He murmurs before pressing his lips to the side of Alec’s lopsided smile. Alec leans his cheek into Magnus’ hand, cupping it with his own. He turns his head to press a gentle kiss on the warlock’s palm.  He interlocks his fingers with Magnus’, giving them a tight squeeze. As he does he takes notice of the fingertips bereft of colour. Alec sweeps his finger over the nails and hums thoughtfully. Once again bringing Magnus’ hand to his lips, he brushes a light kiss along the knuckles. “I’ll be right back.”

Magnus bemusedly watches him go and busies himself finishing the tea to their liking. He’s just setting the cups down when Alec reappears with a bottle of magenta nail poilsh in his hands. Alec settles into the chair next to Magnus, who raises his eyebrows in question. Alec gives the polish a quick shake and then holds out his hand expectantly.

Quietly, Magnus slides his palm into Alec’s, then blurts out before he can help himself, “Why that colour?”

Alec pauses in opening the bottle and glances up from under his eyelashes to hold Magnus’ gaze. “It’s the same colour you had in your hair when you crashed my wedding and changed my life.” he says matter of factly.

Centuries old, and Magnus finds his cheeks warming in a blush. Alec misses it, having bent his head to begin working. Ridiculous! How was he to remain calm and collected through this mundane transition when he had this.. this beautiful nephilim just casually uttering the most romantically devastating things he’s ever heard in his long life?

Alec has his brow furrowing, a look that usually only appears while negotiating a complicated diplomatic contract or while targeting an enemy along his notched arrow. Now all that intensity and concentration is focused on the small brush held expertly in his large hand, deftly stroking even swathes of colour on Magnus’ nails.

Magnus’ heart lurches in his chest, a lump rising in his throat so quickly he has to swallow several times to prevent himself from crying. Still, his eyes go slightly blurry with tears and he smiles helplessly at the top of Alec’s head, still bowed over his hand.

Maybe he couldn’t magic his makeup on, or summon lattes from his favourite cafe in Vienna, or take Alec on lavish romantic dates to Equador (Peru adjacent was better than nothing). Maybe nothing would ever stop being hard and start being easy.

It was possible that nothing would come to him as easily as loving Alexander. But… that’s fine. As long as he gets to come home and sit knee to knee with this beautiful man, hunched protectively, lovingly, over him as he pampers him?

Well… that’s more than fine.

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“Just hang on for a little bit longer, okay?” Magnus smoothed his hand across Alec’s face, brushing his hair off of his forehead for what was probably the hundredth time. 

His skin was crawling with the need to do something, to let out the power inside of him that he had grown so accustomed to, but every attempt was a reminder of what was missing. He had to do it. There was no other way. 

That didn’t mean he had to like it.

“Your magic,” Alec coughed out, his eyes full of an emotion that Magnus had never seen in all of the times he had looked into them. “You gave up everything.”

Magnus shook his head immediately, a smile spreading across his face despite their situation. “Not everything. Not you.” 

Alec’s face contorted in pain, and Magnus wasn’t sure if it was due to his words or the fact that he had a broken arm and an arrow sticking out of his chest, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it as footsteps sounded from behind them. 

“I’m here,” Catarina breathed as she approached them. “I had to portal in a block away. I’ve never been to this location before. Oh god, Magnus. What happened?” 

“I’ll explain everything later. He needs help.”

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