#ill be posting tonight or tomorrow night 100% okay byeeee

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

“Stop it,” Alec groans as Max keeps on adding to the list of thing he should and should not do while in Indonesia.

“Don’t go out too late in the dark. It’s a new country, you don’t know anyone.”

“Max.”

“And don’t you forget to call us five times a day or you will be hearing words, young man,” Arianna teases. 

“You two are insufferable,” Alec grumbles.

“Learnt from the best,” Ari adds. 

Alec glances across and his eyes land on Magnus, who as it may seem is also accompanied by a teenager. A less annoying teenager than his’s Alec assumes. 

“Alexander, here!” Magnus waves at him. There’s about four huge luggages on him and Alec chuckles inwardly, even after twenty hours, Magnus’s packing habits haven’t changed.

“I finally get to meet Magnus?” Arianna squeals which is weird but she’s not the one to ever get excited about meeting new people.

Maybe it’s just the Magnus effect.

“Hi, darling,” Magnus greets him as Alec reaches. 

“Hey,” he whispers softly, trying to keep the blush out of his face otherwise Max or Arianna will never let him live this down. “Hi, Rafael,” Alec waves at Magnus’s son, who’s wearing a sequinned top and leather jeans.

Like father. Like son. 

“Hi, Mr. Lightwood,” Rafael smiles.

“You can call me just Alec.”

“Okay just-Alec,” Rafael grins. 

Magnus rolls his eyes at his son, before brushing hair off his face.

“Bapak, stop.” The boy chides.

Ari’s been standing quiet all this time. Silently peering at Magnus and he knows, that the man is going through Ari’s internal psycho-analyse metrics.

Magnus and Alec exchange a look. Then, Magnus turns fully towards the girl and lets out a hand. “Hello, Arianna. I’ve been wanting to meet you.”

She doesn’t reply, ignores the hand and just keeps on staring.

“Ari, I remember turning on your robot manual this morning. You’re supposed to say hi,” Max whispers, loud enough for everyone to hear.

They all chuckle and Alec’s heart squeezes, a familiar pain appearing at what could have been. 

This. He could’ve had this for forever.

But he doesn't.

-But This Love Is Ours, Story I