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themagnusbane · 7 years ago

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Magnus Bane and the thing he does with his hands when he is nervous, angry, worried or upset.

For my dearly beloved friend @f-f-f-fight. Eyd Mawlidun saeid. Happy Birthday Joseph. Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim, may this New Year be the start of amazing things and journeys in your life. May joy and love and peace and grace make themselves at home in your house. As salaamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh.

***

Alec had been acting strange all day.

It started that morning. Magnus had gotten up early for his High Warlock council meeting, poured himself a cup of coffee and was reading yesterday’s reports when Alec made his appearance. The kiss he’d brushed against his lips had been normal, as was the way Alec tasted of sugar and cream with the tartness of strawberries. His boyfriend had quite the sweet tooth and liked to start his mornings off with a generous slice of the strawberry shortcake that Catarina baked for them every week. What had been surprising was the sudden way Alec had straddled him, long limbs curving around his shoulders as he rested his forehead against Magnus’ and breathed in deep, measured breaths. Magnus found himself regulating his breathing to match Alec’s, and for that moment, all thoughts of meetings, and decisions that could not be avoided fell away. All that existed was he being there with the man he loved.

Their moment was interrupted by the ping of his calendar’s notification. “Alexander,” he murmured.

Alec stirred and leaned back, hazel eyes blinking lazily to meet Magnus’. “Busy day ahead?”

“Yes.”

Alec nodded, brushed another soft kiss against his lips and rose. “Will you be back home early?”

“I hope so.” He sighed. “In sha Allah.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

Magnus smiled. He was sure his smile looked as tired as he felt, but Alec gave him a soft smile in return. “Just be here when I get back. I’ll need the distraction.”

Alec stepped forward, nuzzled his cheek against Magnus’ and whispered against his ear. “Of course.”

***

He stopped briefly at the loft a couple of minutes after noon. He was so engrossed as he waited for his potion to finish brewing that he startled when he felt fingers run along the back of his neck. But then those fingers sank in, and he moaned, following the movement as Alec massaged kinks he’d had in his neck for the better part of a week now.

“I thought you were at the institute,” Magnus muttered, arching his neck just so, so Alec’s fingers could hit that sweet spot where back and neck met.

“Decided to take the day off.”

The words were so unexpected that Magnus’ eyes snapped open and he turned around to stare at Alec. “You took the day off?”

Alec nodded.

“But you haven’t done that since…”

“Since you convinced me to play hooky so we could fly to Italy for the Ivrea Carnival,” Alec completed with a glare.

He looked so offended that Magnus burst out laughing and although Alec fought it, he started chuckling too. “Your face then,” Magnus gasped.

Alec crossed his arms. “What else did you expect? They hit me with an orange!”

“Several oranges actually,” Magnus grinned. “It was fun.”

“Says the man who expertly managed to stone everyone around with oranges and didn’t get a single pip on him,” Alec grumbled.

Magnus shrugged. “I have great aim.”

“That you do," Alec nodded as he leaned forward and brush a quick kiss across Magnus' lips.

Magnus smiled.

"Feeling better now?"

Magnus drew back. "How did you—"?

His potion started bubbling over and he rushed over to turn the knob off, taking care to not use any bit of his magic. This particular potion and his magic didn't mix well.

He dished out the potion into the labeled jars and was just about to ask Alec how he'd known, when his wards started to tingle.

Alec's eyes darted to the door and his eyebrows furrowed.

God, how he loved how attuned to his magic Alec was.

He leaned forward, cupped Alec's chin and stroked. "We'll continue this conversation later."

Alec nodded. He reached for Magnus' coat and held it out, smoothing the sleeves after Magnus had slipped into them, and settled the jacket against Magnus' frame, smoothing the creases that had formed when Magnus had shrugged the coat off when he got into the loft. "Your visitors don't seem very patient," he said when the wards thrummed again.

Magnus grabbed the jars and moved them to the shelves in his pantry. "High Warlocks rarely are," Magnus replied. He eyed the mess that was the leftover potion in his cauldron and herbs that had taken over his receiving room, wondering if it was worth it to use his magic to clean them all up.

He felt Alec's large palm against his back and went with the push Alec gave him. "Don't worry. I'll handle it."

Magnus stopped when he got to the door. "Are you sure?"

Alec looked so indignant at the question that Magnus chuckled. "I'm not saying you can't do it Alexander. It's just…" He gestured at the mess.

"I will be extra careful. I'll only use the gloves you spelled for me." Alec wiggled his fingers, showing off the slight burn scar that was on the underside of his wrist. A permanent mark left by a volatile potion Magnus had been brewing.

Magnus hummed, pulled Alec towards himself for a quick kiss, brushed an even quicker one against the burn spot and opened the door to greet the impatient looking High Warlocks that were waiting for him on the other side of the door.

***

Magnus turned the knob and stepped into the loft. He could feel himself dragging in the thousand-ton weight that was his entire day with him through the doors, and nothing he did could shake it off.

He snapped his fingers, pulled the glass of bourbon out of the air, downed the first shot and refilled it again with a tap against the rim of the glass.

"Long day."

It wasn't a question. Magnus knew he wore the hell that had been his day on his face and he didn't attempt to hide it. They're quickly reached the stage where he could be his barest self and Alec would still understand and love him.

He drained the second glass and was just about to fill it up again when Alec reached for the glass, placed it on the table and reached for his hand.

Magnus shook his head and tried tugging it back. "It's been a long day Alexander. I need to recharge."

Alec smiled. "I know. I ran you a hot bath. Bought wine too."

"Fancy, Mr. Lightwood," Magnus teased, and allowed himself to be pulled into the bathroom.

"I learned from the best, Mr. Bane," Alec laughed as he helped Magnus out of his clothes, shrugged his off, and pulled them both into the massive Clawfoot tub.

As promised, the water was boiling, and Magnus sighed and leaned back against Alec, letting the tub and the heat and the warmth of Alec's embrace help everything fade away. "God, I needed this."

"I know you did." Alec whispered the words against his shoulders.

"How could you tell?"

Alec reached for Magnus' fingers, running circles over the individual digits. "You've been playing with your fingers all day. You only do that when you're upset."

"True."

"What's wrong?"

Magnus sighed. "I have to go pick up a warlock tomorrow. Young boy. Barely thirteen. We're taking him from the only home he's ever known, from a mother who's loves him, from family who are willing to be there for him. Except, his powers are becoming wild and uncontrollable, and he is one moment away from lashing out at someone with a power he doesn't have a full grasp on yet." He wiped at his eyes, unconcerned about the streaks of foam he might have left on his face. "It's harder when you know what you're doing is the right thing, but it's not going to let it hurt any less."

Alec ran light strokes over Magnus' back, his arms, his chest, the back of his neck, until he'd calmed down. The tension that had started to build again slowly bled out.

Magnus sighed.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Magnus shook his head. "I just have to make my peace with it. And pray."

He felt Alec nod against his back, and then suddenly the weight shifted as Alec climbed out of the tub. He wrapped one towel around his waist and gave Magnus another. "I’ll get your rug."

"Thank you Alexander."

By the time Magnus got dressed and stepped back into the living room, Alec was also dressed and had his rug laid out to face east.

Magnus pulled him into a kiss and murmured his thanks again. He took his spot before the rug; reached for the kettle and the basin Alec had brought out for him, performed Wudhu, carefully washing his face and arms thrice, his head and ending with his feet. With his ablutions done, he rose, took his space on his rug, and began his prayers, starting with Takbir, to the second Qiyaam, all the way to his second Tashahhud.

He focused his complete attention on Allah, and felt the rest of the burdens get lifted away as he finished the salat. He stayed seated for a while longer, taking in deep breaths, reluctant to let go of the peace that had settled over him.

Finally he turned around, and suppressed a laugh at the sight of Alec leaning against the doorframe, fast asleep. How like his boyfriend to feel comfortable enough to fall asleep in whatever position he found himself in.

Always acting like a soldier.

Magnus rose, rolled up his rug, packed up the kettle and the basin, and then returned for Alec. He wrapped Alec's arm around his neck, and swept him up in his arms, careful to not bump Alec's long legs against the doorframe as he carried him towards their bedroom.

He'd almost made it there when Alec stirred.

"You're done?" The words were hoarse with sleep and Alec burrowed even deeper into his arms.

Magnus chuckled. "Yeah."

"Feeling better now?"

"Yeah, much. Thank you Alexander."

Alec rubbed his nose against Magnus' chin. "Anytime."

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ffsdownworlders · 8 years ago

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Blood, Sweat and... Kisses?

s/o to @idiotgonewrong for this wonderful moodboard!

fandom: Shadowhunters

pairing: Jimon

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When Simon arrived in front of the Institute, he found the lawn turned into a training zone. There were punching bags, something that looked like a huge treadmill and horizontal bars. Last but definitely not least, a gigantic obstacle course that included a lot of different sectors, most remarkably a huge tower, almost as high as the steeple on the Institute. Once again, Simon noted that the shadowhunters were completely nuts. Nothing new here.

The training zone was near empty, aside from one silhouette furiously beating a punching bag up. Since Simon couldn’t get into the institute without being invited by a shadowhunter, he decided to hope for the best, especially since Clary wasn’t picking up and he didn’t want to wait here outside all night and approached the shadowhunter.

The outcome was neither successful or a failure. It was Jace. On the one hand, Simon would most likely be let into the Institute. On the other one, Jace would make sure it took a lot of effort. He walked up to Jace, and when he heard Simon coming he stopped hitting the bag and turned to the vampire.

“Hey Jace!” Simon greeted. “Remember that time when I told you that you and the others were kinda like The Brave ones in Divergent?” Jace rolled his eyes as an answer and wiped away sweat from his forehead. Simon forced himself not to watch Jace’s arm as he did and continued; “And you denied it? Still so sure after all this?” He made a wide gesture over the training field.

Jace ignored Simon’s comment and explained: “Tomorrow’s the day when the Clave comes over to give us our yearly “fighting grade,” to make sure we are still worthy to be considered competent shadowhunters.” Was that sarcasm Simon sensed? Maybe not so strange, thinking back to Jace’s history with the Clave. “I figured why not put some extra work into it? I didn’t become the best over just one night, even if it could be hard to imagine,” Jace continued and gave him a smile.

Like so many times before, Simon couldn’t help but notice how good Jace smelled of sweat, leather and a pleasant smell that was his personal, unique one. His vampire abilities didn’t make it any better.

“So, what are you doing here anyways?” Jace asked nonchalantly, like he hadn’t noticed Simon drooling all over him. Embarrassed, Simon snapped out of it and focused. “Uh, I was gonna hang out with Clary, just watch a movie, but she didn’t pick up her phone, so I thought like: Hey, maybe that guy could help me, and it was you…” Simon didn’t realize that he was rambling nervously until Jace held up a hand and cut Simon off. “Okay, enough said. Clary isn’t here, she’s out shopping with Izzy”.

Dammit, he had looked forward to a slow evening with his best friend.

“Oh okay, well thanks for the help. See you another day,” Simon rushed, wanting to get as far as from Jace to prevent to embarrassing himself even more.

But as Simon turned over to leave, Jace called out for him;

“Hey Simon! Wait!”

Simon stopped abruptly at the sound of Jace’s voice and turned back. Jace was walking up to him, with a teasing smile on his lips. “You said earlier that you were interested in training, wanna give it a try? Take a lesson from the master himself?”

The truth was that Simon had only mentioned his interest in training as an excuse, when Jace had caught him staring a couple of weeks earlier. It was a bad idea. A terrible idea. But having an excuse to watch Jace workout was impossible to resist. He heard himself agree before he could talk some sense into his heart.

“Great! Let’s go!” They walked back into the training area and went down to business.

Jace showed Simon some of his tricks, like the perfect punch and the best stance to take during a fight. He also taught Simon how to dodge a blade and the most effective way to disarm someone with and without using a weapon. At one point he also tried to show Simon how to throw knives (even if the results were so bad that they silently decided to never speak of it again). Jace was aware of the fact that Simon’s vampire abilities gave him reflexes and speed far faster than his own, but Jace still couldn’t help but enjoy seeing Simon’s adorable frown as he attempted to perfect his new skills, even though Jace couldn’t help but mock him as he tried. Wait, Simon and adorable in the same sentence? But not even Jace could deny that Simon biting his lower lip as he focused did things to him.

The training continued, and after while Jace took a pause to drink some water. The air was still warm after a remarkably hot day. “Ready for your final challenge, padawan?” Jace asked, looking all sneaky. “Or are you afraid I’ll kick your ass?”

“I’m up for the challenge. Bring on the next task!” Simon answered, hoping that his nerves didn’t reflect in his words.

“In fact, it’s not a task, more like a competition.” Jace turned around and looked at the obstacle course. Of course.

“No way,” Simon protested. “I want to survive another night, thank you very much.”

“Come on Simon! You’re a vamp, this shouldn’t be that hard. And if it is, you really need to make sure it isn’t. Otherwise you’d be an awful vampire.”

Simon sighed, he was already defeated by Jace’s mocking tone.

“Let’s do it.”

What Jace did next really threw Simon off. Jace just casually took off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso, covered in runes. Simon almost thought that he would pass out at the sight. Jace, however, just flashed Simon a smug smirk and ran toward the first obstacle. Now that had to count as cheating, right? Simon hurried after, using his vampire speed.

The competition didn’t go that bad, except that Jace was ahead of Simon the whole time. If it wasn’t for the vampire speed there would be no chance in the world for Simon to follow. At last, Simon was in front of the tower. He looked up and saw Jace already on his way up and rushed after. The tower turned out to be the hardest part, even if it at first glance looked like an ordinary climbing wall. The background just kept on changing, from rusty metal that cut into his hands, to cold, slippery ice and even some kind of sticky paste that trapped his limbs to the wall. But having Jace’s arrogant smile on his mind, Simon couldn’t do anything but continue his fight to reach the top.

When Simon finally reached the top, a mocking smile greeted him. “Not bad for a newbie,” Jace said, laugh in his voice. He was standing in the middle of the platform, arms crossed over his chest in his typical stance. His hair was a little messy, his muscles swelling and his chest rose heavily. But instead of feeling tired, he looked like he was ready to take over the world. He looked unbelievably sexy.

“Thanks,” Simon answered with a tired smile, flustering, focusing his gaze anywhere except at Jace. He swallowed. “So can we climb down to safe ground now?”

“No way. The last part of the challenge is still left. You have to get me off this platform.”

Simon couldn’t believe his ears. “You want me to, push you from a tower?”

“Yeah, but you won’t be able to, cause I’ll have you down before a blink of an eye,” Jace answered, smirking all cocky and arrogant. “Your move, Simon.”

After these words, Simon just acted on instinct. As he started to move towards Jace, he noticed Jace getting into defense position. Maybe it was time to wipe that cocky smile off his face, Simon thought to himself and put his hands around Jace’s face and pressed his lips against Jace’s.

When Simon moved towards him, Jace thought that he could anticipate what Simon was going to do. He waited for Simon to throw a sloppy punch that was so typical for newbies, or maybe try to surprise him with a kick aimed for the knees.

But what Simon actually did, was something he was nowhere near expecting. As Simon’s lips met Jace’s, he felt a rush of emotions. Joy, happiness, desire, wanting, and more. He answered the kiss eagerly, bumping his forehead toward Simon’s as he leaned into the kiss, putting his hands on Simon’s back.

It wasn’t that Jace had never kissed someone. He had kissed girls as long as he could remember (and a lot more than just kissing, to tell the truth). But no other kiss had made him feel this much. All because of an awkward, nerdy boy with a smile as bright as the sun. It all just felt… right?

The kiss was better than Simon could ever had imagined. Now, Jace was holding onto Simon, pulling him closer, hungry and almost rough. Not that Simon was complaining. Being close to Jace’s naked chest was heavenly. After a while, Jace pulled back, just enough to catch his breath, still holding Simon tightly. Jace’s looked dizzy, his lips were bright red and almost a little swollen. Not feeling Jace’s lips on his own, Simon suddenly remembered why they were even at the top of a tower. This opportunity was just too good to waste.

Jace wasn’t thinking anymore. All that existed was Simon. As Jace pulled away, he could feel how Simon took down his arms from behind Jace’s neck. At first, Jace was worried that he’d done something wrong, but Simon leaned in again and whispered with a teasing voice; “I hope you don’t fall all too bad.” Before Jace’s brain was able to process what he actually said, he felt Simon’s hands on his chest and before he knew it, Simon pushed him hard toward the edge of the tower.

Being trained for unexpected events your whole life actually paid off. Jace managed to gain his balance as he landed on the mats below. Just as his mind came racing back, Simon landed on the mat a few feet away from him. He looked Jace straight into the eyes. “Now this was fun, about making it a, um, a date next time?” he asked, flashing a bright smile before disappearing into the dark night, leaving a wide-eyed, blushing Jace behind. Yes, let’s make it a date, Jace thought. Soon enough Simon would realize that payback truly is a bitch.

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