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ladynashuja​:

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Whatever were the chances?

Younger warlocks came and went, making their different impressions on Nashuja, and none were quite like Magnus. His energy was one she always felt shone against the backdrop of so many; to say she was fond of him was an understatement. If anything, she might even call him her favourite of the more youthful of their kind. 

��Magnus Bane, as I live and breathe.” Her smile was broad as she pushed away from her car and walked towards him. “You look as lovely as ever, my boy.”

She wafted a delicate hand, as if brushing his question aside.

“I saw a job opening and got intrigued by the energy this place gives off. Apparently, the previous mortician here felt… hm, overworked?” Nashuja reached out and adjusted his shirt for him, not that it was out of place anyway. “America was the plan, Beacon Hills was just the power. This place has something inexplicable, wouldn’t you agree?”

Her eyes drifted down to his hands, and briefly a scowl passed her features. He was still wed, it seemed. To a Shadowhunter of all things.

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Magnus subject himself to her minor adjustments. She may have an ineffable moral compass, but she did have a decent fashion sense. His clothes were safe, his ring on the other hand... And there was the headache. 

Normally when Magnus came into the same city as Nashuja the only thing he had to worry about was warning his people away from her boxes. Occasionally, he would have to prepare for anything too outlandish if the elder was in one of her more nefarious moods. But now, with Alexander in the picture. Well, Magnus hoped that the snake warlock was somewhere in her personality cycle where killing Magnus’ husband didn’t seem like an appealing form of ‘protection’. 

Until he found out Magnus would be trying his utmost to make sure the two never met. 

“It lives up to its name; I will give it that,” Magnus told her, hoping to steer her thoughts away from his husband. “I still can’t locate what is causing such a strong pull. I went to the nemeton they have here, and not even that place can account for all that is happening.” 

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unveiling-alec​:

closed starter for: @sparklymagicman

Alec would have to lie if he said he wasn’t aware of people looking at him with that look in their eyes which most seemed to have today. It was the ‘oh, this one’s waiting for his date’ look and he didn’t like it. He knew what kind of a picture he made with a small stuffed tiger in his one hand, a bouquet of flowers in his other hand, wearing one of his nicer outfits. It had become a tradition that Magnus and him would be going on a date on this day - Magnus had explained to him that this day for most mundanes was a day all about love and appreciating their loved ones. What he had never mentioned before though had been the name of this day - not that Alec blamed him at all for it. 

Standing by the ferris wheel - Alec had gotten tickets for the both of them to ride it - he waited for Magnus who had texted him that he was almost there. The moment Alec noticed him, his whole face lit up and he walked up to Magnus, dropping a quick kiss on his lips. “You made it,” he said with one of the smiles that were purely reserved for his husband, before offering the stuffed animal and the flowers to him. “I’ve got something for you, I hope you like them.”

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Magnus hummed happily into the kiss, pulling away to smile at the tiny tiger Alexander presented to him. It was rather cute, and the picture of Alexander holding it was all together positively adorable. He carefully took the soft toy and the gorgeous bouquet. Magnus had a bookshelf in Idris specifically for all the little gifts Alexander had presented him over the years. What had started as a shelf and the one omamori had grown, alarmingly quickly. Magnus would have to start a shelf in their new apartment. “Thank you, dearest.” He said, leaning in with another soft but quick kiss on his husband's lips. “I love them.”

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alphakage​:

A Little Something [Scott||Magnus]

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After the pack regrouped for a moment, and while the attention was elsewhere, Scott broke his own rule and stepped away by himself. As far as he could tell, Malia wasn’t upset with him for dragging her to the carnival rather than them having their beach weekend, but he still felt like gifting her something that put a smile on her face the way she always managed to put on his. 

Standing at a kiosk, he was intensely focused on the products sold, that when he reached out, Scott hadn’t realized someone else was standing beside him and reaching for the same thing. “Sorry,” he apologized with a chuckle, turning to the man with a smile. “Go ahead, I’m still not even sure that’s something I should really get.” It was hard, if he had to be honest…

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The downside of having an amazingly organized, devoted, and practical husband was it was hard to buy him some of the more fun gifts people bought for gifts. Now, Magnus has crafted an art of teaching Alexander to appreciate some of the more luxurious material aspects life had to offer, tempting the soldier to bend to some of Magnus’ hedonistic nature. The embroidered crimson silk robe and pajama set wrapped and waiting for Alexander at the apartment was a testament to that. 

But that was not a gift you brought to your husband on a carnival date, even if it was Valentine’s day. Which lead him to his current predicament, staring at the various stalls. He refused to show up empty-handed. Practical as his husband was, Alex was also a hopeless romantic. Magnus reached out to one of the few bracelets that didn’t directly state ‘Valentines' Day’ only to brush against a young wolf. 

Magnus turned on his toes. An alpha wolf. “It’s no issue,” he assured the alpha. It wasn’t just any alpha either. It was Scott McCall, the first true alpha the western world had created in quite some time. Magnus had been looking for the opportunity to introduce himself to the young leader. He just hadn’t expected it to be like this. “I’m experiencing the same dilemma myself. My husband can be difficult to shop for.”  

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diosperdoname​:

​Closed Starter for Magnus

Raphael was making his way through the crowds of people gathered around for the carnival, he wasn’t there for any particular of a reason, he didn’t have a valentine after all. He was just there, for food, for fun. Maybe he’d run into Isabelle. 

Instead it was another familiar figure he recognized, it was just a sideways glance, a catch of the eye before he looked away just as quickly as he had looked over before suddenly he was looking back. 

“Magnus?” He said mostly to himself as he walked after the figure, as he got closer he realized it was Magnus after all. 

“It is you, I thought I recognized you.” He said with a tilt of his head.

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“Raphael!” Magnus exclaimed, surprised, a smile filling his face as he turned and opened his arms at the sight of the dear priest. “Oh, it is so good to see an old face that I adore in this town.” Magnus walked closer, gracefully maneuvering through the crowd of carnival-goers. There was still a lightness to his boy that had come with the banishment of his vampire side. As horrific as the initial act was, Magnus couldn’t help but feel happy for what Raphael had gained. Magnus placed his hands on the man’s shoulders and took in the details. The new lines to his face, around the eyes, the lips. “You look well.” Warmth swelled in Magnus’ heart. Signs of happy aging.

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ladynashuja​:

What a time to break down. On the eve of a romantic time, and in the van of all things filled with the yet to be embalmed body of someone’s loved one. 

She could magic the vehicle to work, but her instincts for mundane machinery weren’t confident enough to risk it; not when she couldn’t afford to accidentally explode the entire van, corpse within included.

Nashuja perked up when she saw someone coming, and waved a hand to catch their eye. 

“Excuse me! Excuse me, please help.”

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Magnus froze at the voice, a headache starting to form right behind his temple. Wasn’t she supposed to be in Europe? The chatter had placed her in Europe. A large chunk of his contacts had purposely come to the America’s because the resident snake of the old eight was in Europe. 

It was confirmed. This town was cursed. Magnus was going to need to start warning people about accepting decorative boxes. He was half crafting a PSA in his head as he walked up to the van. “Nashuja,” He greeted with a respectful nod of his head. No matter how... difficult she could be he still had to be respectful to the elder warlock. She was like his grandmother. His very troublesome grandmother. Who was probably going to ruin his life. “--I didn’t know you had come to this town as well.” 

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daretoenter​:

“ well, thank you ! i’m very passionate about this bakery and baking.” amaya beams at the compliment, she just wished her family seen that too. “ it definitely isn’t dull so far, and thank you. i can’t say i get that often, and you are by far the best customer i’ve had so ! “

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“People can be fools.” Simply being immersed in the smells of the small store was a sublime experience. It was a shame that the drab people making up the majority of Beacon Hills couldn’t appreciate such a gem. A true passion for one’s work was an increasing rarity in this country. “Do you own this wonderful establishment, Maya?” The next date night he could manage, he was dragging Alexander here at the end of it.

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l-branwell​:

The more cryptic Magnus sounded, the more concerned and frustrated Lydia got that she wasn’t being told exactly what was going on. If there was something wrong with her parabatai, something that warranted a warlock asking questions about her, then she’d do whatever she could to protect her.

“Her parents died, she was raised by a friend or a family member? I can’t remember, I just know that we bonded because we both had older siblings who were pains in the ass, and we trained together. I didn’t talk much about her family, because I figured she didn’t know a lot about it.” She sighed, rubbing her face. “Will you please just tell me what’s going on, Magnus?”

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“You can’t remember?” Magnus frowned, eyes still locked on the idyllic family before them. Maybe that was it. Valentine had somehow spelled a good part of Idris. Twisted memories, fogging over anything anyone would have seen as suspicious. Seamus had always been good at memory magic. It was the perfect snub -- Valentine had been cruel enough, petty enough.

“Skylar and Gabriel Thowlett  were kidnapped when Skylar was only one.” “Her mother -- Imogen.” Magnus could still remember her teasing smile. How she had often lectured him on keeping an open mind. “Was murdered as she attempted to stop the Circle from taking them.” Magnus looked up at Lydia. “Her father, in all of the ways that counted, was... is a centuries-old friend. He came to me.” Magnus raised his free hand, his wrist circling smoothly around a blue cloud as a faded photograph appeared at his fingertips. “We could never find them.” They had thought they were dead.

Magnus gazed down at the photo, one of the few that survived the Circle’s purge of the Thowlett-Bennet home. “To think the Circle just... took them to Idris.” Magnus shook his head. He had known that Valentine had corrupted the very heart of the clave. He had watched Alec and Jace tear down the corruption with their own hands. “No one the wiser.”

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unveiling-alec​:

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Alec would always deny that a happy rumbling noise worked itself up his throat and that his eyes started watering slightly. He hadn’t realized just how much he had missed having Magnus around. Leaning in for another kiss, he mumbled an “I love you so much” against his lips before closing the rest of the distance. 

He took a moment to just breathe his husband in before uncurling his fingers from Magnus’ jacket - but not completely removing the touch and instead letting his fingers trace along the fabric, which felt, unsurprisingly, expensive to his skin. “I uh,” he started, clearing his throat because his voice had broken up a bit, “should probably take a shower. I just got back from the gym.”

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There was nothing quite as rewarding as hearing the delicate near purr coming from his husband. Alexander always denied making the noise. Magnus took it as a personal accomplishment. 

He let his nephilim pull back, shifting his hand to rest lightly on a firm shoulder. Undeniably there was a faint odor coming from Alexander, musk with a dose of salt.  “Alexander, you know I never mind being with you post work out.” he teased. “The still bulging muscles, the flushed cheeks.” he went on, eyes dancing. 

“Still,” he continued with an exaggerated put upon sigh. “I can appease your high hygiene standard if you’d like to sit down to dinner with me.”   

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supernaturaldisasterx​:

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Isabelle walked home after a long afternoon at the gym, she was getting somehow used to get home later, people were just so slow stretching, which just meant she had to stay longer.

The shadowhunter, finally inside the building just walked back to her apartment, no longer wearing her sports clothes her heels tapped on the floor as she approached her door.

When the woman opened the door had to blink a couple of times just still not believing seeing the warlock inside. “Oh this is definitely a great surprise” she said with a smile on her lips “I will take it, but I’m your only sister-in-law” she said as she walked closer to the man. “Yeah, but it’s secure enough to keep mundanes away, I wasn’t expecting you trying to get in here” she explained as a chuckle fell from her lips. “What takes you here, Magnus?”

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Magnus relaxed further into the couch as Isabelle came over to him. It had been too long since he had been able to enjoy her company. “I’m currently hiding from my dearest husband, so I don’t ruin my surprise,” he told her lightly, a mischievous light in his eye. The warlock took another sip from his glass. “I figured you wouldn’t mind being a co-conspirator of mine.” He continued, raising his glass at her. “Would you like a drink, Isabelle? You look positively parched.”

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daretoenter​:

“ i don’t blame you at all.” amaya is certain she’s coming off as excited as she is naturally, with how baking is her life. her passion even. the little bow earns a laugh and smile from the brunette.“ it’s a delight to meet you ! i’m amaya jahan. but it’s usually just maya.” there’s a clap of her hands in delight.“ coming right up.” with that she moves to the back getting a fresh box of saltwater turkish delights placing them softly onto the counter, before getting started on the cupcakes.“ also hope i’m not scaring you off with my excitement.”

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"Maya, It is refreshing to see someone as passionate as you about their chosen craft,”  Magnus reassured her as she returned. He ran a finger of the small box of delights, enjoying the spirited waves coming off her aura as she completed her tasks. “I was afraid this town would be dreadfully dull,” Dull with a side of blood and death. “You and your energy are a wonderful surprise.” 

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l-branwell​:

Lydia frowned as he paused in his explanation, about to encourage him to continue. But then he explained what it was about, and her face turned from a frown to confusion, folding her arms over her chest, subconsciously putting up a wall.

“What? What about her?” She frowned, shaking her head. “She’s not in some trouble, right? Is there more to why she left Idris than she’s telling me?”

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Magnus frowned. “I wouldn’t say she was in trouble when she left Idris.” He leaned back on the bench. As far as Magnus could tell, the Circle wasn’t stalking the young nephilim. But then again, Magnus hadn’t been able to find the child for almost two decades. As much as he had to admit it, Skylar seemed to permanently exist in his blind spot.  

When the news of the attack had reached Magnus -- when they had sent people looking only to find nothing, Magnus remembered the frenzy -- the spells he had put in place to locate his old friend, to pull him and the family to safety. How his heart had dropped when they activated -- but for only one verse four. 

Magnus' hand tightened around his cup, and he looked at a mother and father playing with their young daughter in front of them. He could still hear Seamus’ anguished shouting in his ears as he clutched what remained of Imogen to his chest. “--She was in trouble when she was brought to Idris,” Magnus said, feeling every single one of his almost five hundred years as he spoke. The warlock glanced at Lydia. “Tell me, Lydia, what do you know of your Parabatai’s childhood?” 

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daretoenter​:

amaya couldn’t pick just one recommendation that was like asking her for something impossible, but she did have a few favorites she could suggest. “ well in that case ! i suggest my rosewater turkish delights, or sea salt caramel cupcakes. those are typically the favorite around here unless you really wanna take it out of the park in that case chocolate coca-cola cupcakes. different but really nothing like them.”

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“My dear,” Magnus laughed, utterly delighted at the woman’s energy, her aura rippling excitedly as she spoke. “I always want to knock it out of the park.” With a slight flourish of his hand, he gave her a little bow. He wouldn’t be so rude as to risk contaminating this lovely baker's hands. “Magnus Lightwood-Bane.” he introduced himself, looking up at her, his eyes dancing with mirth. “I would adore to put in an order a box of your turkish delights. As well as half a dozen each of your suggested cupcakes.” Alexander would balk at the number of indulgent confections offered, but Magnus knew that he would adore them all the same.  

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unveiling-alec​:

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Alec easily let Magnus take the lead, his thoughts shutting down as all his senses zeroed in on his husband. His lips. His fingers on Alec’s skin. It was way too easy to keep leaning forward to keep stealing kiss after kiss and just not think.

Being too lost in Magnus’ touch, he almost missed what he had said. Leaning back a little, not letting himself move too far, he tilted his head in confusion. ‘Moving your things…?’ He asked, realizing that he sounded forlorn. It took him another moment before the words really sunk in - and really, he blamed Magnus for being so distracting that his brain had trouble keeping up. 'You're  staying?’ He asked, hopeful as his hands tightened into the fabric, not willing to let go of his husband.

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Magnus gave his husband’s hips another squeeze before he relinquished one to cover where Alexander’s hands clung to his jacket. It had been getting harder each morning he had made a portal for his husband to return to Beacon Hills. The simplicity of simply existing together had become a rare commodity. 

Magnus brushed against the tense fingers before his hand traveled upward, caressing his sweat slick collar bone and up, so his hand was cupping the back of his husband's neck. His smile grew as he nodded in confirmation, “Until you’re ready to return to Idris.” Magnus’ thumb gently pet the fine hair behind Alexander’s ear as he gazed happily up into his hazel eyes. “I’m staying with you.”

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l-branwell​:

“Business here? I wouldn’t think the High Warlock of Alicante would have anything outside of Alicante these days.” She smiled, sipping at her coffee as she listened to him. At first, it had stung a little to hear about how things were going with Alec and Magnus - not out of bitterness at the warlock for taking Alec, but bitterness at them both for finding what they wanted, and Lydia not. It had got better now, though.

“Is it anything you need help with? Alec tells me he’s pretty busy with his position, but if you need anything, I have the time. Things are pretty relaxed here, I’ve just been doing a lot of training with my parabatai.”

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Magnus hummed. Lydia wasn’t wrong. She was a smart Nephilim, part of the reason why Magnus had liked her so much when he had first met her. She was clever, honest, and most importantly, trustworthy. 

 “It’s a bit of old business, you see.” he looked over at her. “And I would appreciate your help as it has to do with..." he explained as delicately as he could. Edom knows he knew how protective parabatai could be of each other. "Well, it has to do with your parabatai, my dear,”

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daretoenter​:

amaya wipes her powered sugar hands onto her apron, then sliding the pastry door closed ( from behind the counter. ) “ afternoon.” the brunette greets with a friendly smile. “ well thank you ! i’m glad the smell of pastries works wonders. can i get you anything ? i have some warmed baked goods or i could also whip you up something, if there’s nothing that has your interest.”

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Magnus’ eyes scanned over all the delectable treats on display again. “I’d love your recommendation.” Apparently, his possibilities were almost endless; he always did enjoy having something specially made. “I’m surprising my husband tonight. He claims to not like sweet confections, but, in honesty, has an adorable weakness for all kinds of cupcakes and other small treats.” He gave the woman a playful wink. “Have anything that will leave him speechless?” 

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unveiling-alec​:

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After Alec had gotten off the phone with Magnus, he had felt disappointed. He had been looking forward, as always, to see his husband again - the fact that they had only been able to see each other once or twice a week, it wasn’t enough for him. Logically, he knew that they each had jobs that could keep them busy and even seperated at times but it didn’t mean that he was able to control how he felt about it. 

To stop thinking about where he would have been, he had decided to hit up the gym instead to exhaust himself so that he’d stop feeling, at least for the night. Tomorrow, he’d feel better and he had plenty of work to do that he could focus on.

Once he had exhausted himself, he immediately made his way home - deciding that the shower could wait until he was in his own bathroom, he’d just use a glamour for his way back. With a small sigh - he was not looking forward to spending another night in a bed, alone - he dug out his keys from his jacket pocket and wanted to open the door - but it opened before he could even slot the key into the lock. 

It took him a moment to realize that it was Magnus standing there. Alec had frozen in his movement, the hand with his key still hovering in the air. His brain had to re-wire itself as he navigated how he currently felt. Just a moment ago, he had still been fighting against the crushing disappointment and now - now his husband was standing right in front of him and was that dinner he smelled?

“Magnus,” he whispered, fearing that his voice would crack if he spoke louder and without realizing, he had dropped the key onto the floor, stepping closer to Magnus and grabbed him by his lapels and pulled him in for a quick but deep kiss. Breaking away, he still just stared at his husband. “I thought you were busy?”

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"Mmph." Magnus couldn't help but grin as Alexander yanked him forward into a crushing kiss. The warlock steadied himself by grabbing onto his husband's hips. He leaned his forehead against Alexander's, letting their lips brush against each other again. "I am." He said, stealing another easy kiss as he walked the two of them back into their apartment, not allowing Alexander to move an inch further away. The fallen keys and open door were taken care of with a distracted flick of his pointer finger. "--Extremely busy." His thumbs brushed under Alexander's shirt, lightly caressing the warm skin just above his waistband. "Kissing my husband," Magnus spoke in-between kisses, savoring the salt lingering on his angel’s lips. "Surprising him with dinner." Magnus grinned into the next kiss. "Moving my things into the apartment."

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@unveiling-alec

Magnus was just putting the finishing touches on the dinner set up when the alarm he had placed at the front of the building alerted him to his husband’s presence. With a wave of his hand, the ornate candles at the center of the table blazed with warm, orange flame. Magnus hadn’t made the food from scratch -- no, he had cheated there, taking some of Alexander’s favorite dishes from previous dates. He hadn’t made the food, but Magnus has set everything up, the placements, the flowers, the candles, the soft music playing through the dim apartment by hand, painstaking in every detail. 

It had been far too long since he had been able to have a date night with his husband. It wasn’t the same knowing that Alexander would have to be leaving in the morning. He couldn’t be more proud that his husband was looking after his own downworlder. How he had refused to let the clave send someone else in his stead. He was proud. But it had been lonely. 

If Alec had to be in Beacon Hills, Magnus was going to be in Beacon Hills. They would make it work. 

Alexander’s steady gate paused in front of the door. There was the jangling of keys through the door. A smile overtook Magnus’ face as he glided over to the door, opening it before his husband could get his keys in the lock. 

Alexander was a sight for sore eyes. Magnus drank the sight of him in, the dark hair partially stuck to his forehead with sweat. The slightly flushed cheeks that followed when the nephilim had pushed himself. He stared up into his husband's beautiful hazel eyes, letting himself get lost in their depths. 

“Alexander,” he greeted, the single word breathless as it fell from his lips. Oh, how he had missed this man. “Welcome home.”