#patronusmagnus

[bussanbaby]

this is inspired by a recent bts s3 pic and this post by my bud @willjtudor

“Magnus, do you know where my keys are?” Comes Alec’s voice, muted by the wall separating their bedroom and the living room; with it, the distinct shuffle of dress shoes on wooden floors and the click of the closet doors.

“The hallway basket!” Magnus shouts back, not turning his attention away from his breakfast bowl loaded with yogurt and fruit, as well as the newspaper he’s currently browsing through.

He and Alec have gotten up roughly at the same time, but since Alec has to leave somewhere early, he is the one puttering around in a rush before nine o’clock. Magnus has his morning off, hence why he’s sat in his robe and slippers, enjoying a couple hours of peace before a day full of meetings.

Soon after the keys jingle and Alec gives a victorious ‘a-ha!’, he comes into the kitchen like a gust of wind, dropping a quick kiss into Magnus’ messy bedhead before moving to sip from his half-empty cup of lukewarm coffee.

Magnus lifts his head to ask a question, but the words get stuck in his throat as he takes Alec in. 

He’s wearing a dark maroon suit, somewhere between sweet cherry and the shade of blood - the pants and the jacket are tailored perfectly, accentuating all the shapes of Alec’s body from his ungodly long legs to broad shoulders and chest. The suit is paired with a dark brown belt and shoes, as well as a black dress shirt, giving it a sleek, yet kind of casual appearance.

While Alec is certainly no stranger to suits, often donning fancy suit jackets as the Head of the Institute and full elegant outfits to either official events or their dates, they��ve often been in dark tones, usually kept to a range of black, navy and shades of grey. Red is definitely new, but Magnus can’t say a bad word about it. The opposite actually - his boyfriend looks stunningly attractive, even more than usual.

Picking his jaw up from the ground, Magnus blinks a couple of times to come back to the real world, just as Alec turns to face him, hip leaned against a cupboard and his jacket unbuttoned.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Magnus says half-jokingly and pushes away from the table, coming to stand in front of Alec. He drags his fingers down the edges of the lapels, just admiring the whole get-up, the colors and cut quite similar to what he would wear himself, but in Alec’s own spin on it. “You look quite dashing, Alexander.”

Alec’s entire face lights up at the compliment, his lips pressed together to stifle a coy grin, a hint of pink in the apples of his cheeks.

“Thank you, Magnus.” He sighs, hands cupping Magnus’ elbows as he rests his palms flat against Alec’s chest. The shadowhunter falters, offers an explanation, even though it's not needed. “I bought the suit impulsively last week. Felt like I needed something new, a breath of fresh air.”

Magnus smiles wider, Alec’s words confirming what he’s been thinking for a while already. Ever since Alec has come out, he’s been slowly getting more comfortable with himself, inching out into new territories with various things, from more adventurous food, through everyday things and the way he interacts with people, to style and fashion.

One time it was black eyeliner for a club night out, a different evening consisted of them learning salsa dancing in the living room, last Saturday it was an embroidered bomber jacket and some borrowed rings. Now, it’s a gorgeous suit and just the slightest hint of stubble.

Magnus is bursting with pride. He can see the shift happening inside Alec, the way he’s exploring his newfound and reassured identity, how he’s reshaping who he’s once been into someone he feels like now - someone confident, happy, at peace with his own heart. He’s finally able to flourish and Magnus wants nothing more than to experience this journey with him, glad to witness all of it first-hand.

After all, it’s an amazing feeling, to find oneself after a long time spent hidden away.

With a happy sigh, Magnus reaches up to fix Alec’s collar, shooting him a sly wink.

“Just don’t get eaten by demons, since you’re looking like a snack,” he quips and Alec rolls his eyes fondly, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest and underneath Magnus’ palms.

“Now you’re just laying it on thick,” Alec admonishes, making Magnus laugh mirthfully. He leans in to kiss Magnus’ cheek first, then presses another peck to the beauty mark above his eyebrow. “Luke’s waiting in the car downstairs, we’re teaming up to investigate some Mundie murders down at the City Hall, look for the usual suspicious stuff.”

“Alright, detective Lightwood. Dinner at six?” Magnus reciprocates, cupping Alec’s jaw and smooching him right on the lips, the kiss tasting of sweet coffee and even sweeter mango.

When he tries to pull away, Magnus finds himself tugged back in by the hips, Alec’s soft mouth eager against Magnus’ as if he can’t get enough of them together before he leaves for the day.

“You got it, boss.” The words are staggered, each split up by a brush of lips. “I’ll buy dessert.”

“Not to be rude, but weren’t you late a couple of minutes ago?”

Alec’s eyes widen almost comically as he freezes and glances down at his watch with badly concealed terror. “Oh, fuck. Okay, I’m going, I’m going. Hope all your clients are nice, love you.”

Magnus grins at Alec’s unusually enthusiastic morning-self, finding it adorably endearing. “Love you too. Tell Luke hi from me while you’re at it.”

With a final kiss, Alec grabs a banana from the table and rushes out of the kitchen, the main door slamming shut after him promptly.

Magnus stands still for a moment, drums his knuckles on the cupboard as he smiles to nobody in particular.

He’s so proud.

[rackhamjack]

Malec moodboard 

#who are you today? #tag urself

[kinnsporsche]

 - here will i dwell for heaven be in these lips ||  C.Marlowe

[alecsimon]

hi, elle! can you write about magnus & rain for me? it can be brotp magnus/any of his friends or malec, i don't mind either of them. and congrats on your 500! 💜

hi angel!! i hope you like this 💗 and thank you sm :’)

(once again thank u to @lightwoodlesbians xx)

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As soon as Magnus hears the high pitched cries that pierce through the night, he knew there was no going back to bed. Alec returned home late last night, exhausted from the recent demon attack in Central Park that most of the Shadowhunters fought. Even after the fight, as the Head of the Institute, Alec had to go back to his office and do mountains of paperwork to keep the Shadow World a secret - and Magnus wasn’t surprised to find his husband practically dragging his feet through the door and collapsing in bed.

So, right now, Alec needs the sleep more than Magnus does. Lord knows Alec is up most nights with baby Max anyway, so Magnus pulls himself out of bed after pressing a soft kiss to Alec’s temple, and makes his way towards the baby’s room.

As predicted, little Max is crying in his crib, most likely due to the loud thunder from the storm outside.

“Shh, come here darling,” Magnus coos softly, lifting his son into his arms and rocking him back and forth gently.

Max almost immediately relaxes in his father’s arms, but he’s still whimpering softly. Magnus smiles warmly, pressing a kiss to his forehead, right between his two tiny horns.

“I’m here, my love, I’ve got you,” Magnus whispers, looking down at Max who is watching him with wide eyes. The thunder is still booming outside, and every time it does Max starts pouting, getting ready for the waterworks.

With a small flourish of his hand, Magnus makes a small invisible layer of magic between the window and Max’s room, making the noise from the outside a lot more subdued and easier for his little 8 month old to handle.

“That’s better, right?” Magnus asks, smiling as Max just stares back. He doesn’t look like he’s going to be falling asleep anytime soon, so Magnus points a finger up and watches as purple and blue magic curls out of it, making different images in the air around them.

Max watches with curious eyes as Magnus’ magic takes the form of multiple birds, before melting into two small tigers racing in a circle above their heads. Then the magic becomes a night sky, the stars twinkling dramatically. Max makes a small noise of pleasure in his arms, and Magnus watches him fondly.

He never really knew it was possible to love someone so much. Looking at Max now, so small in his arms, with genuine enthusiasm and tiny hands that rest on Magnus’ chest, he knows he’d do anything to protect his son.

Within a few minutes of Magnus’ magic around them in multicolored swirls, Max’s eyes start to droop and his head falls to Magnus’ chest. He watches as little Max breathes, sound asleep.

Magnus carefully settles Max back into his crib and then leans against it, watching the lightning crackle and boom in the sky, casting shadows into the room.

There was a time when Magnus connected rain and thunder to bad memories, ones he always wanted to forget. Looking at the sky now, he feels like all his memories of rain are good.

He slowly makes his way through the loft, and ends up on the entrance to the balcony. With one swift movement, he opens the screen door and steps outside, not far enough to get wet, but just enough to take a giant lungful of the rain.

Now, all Magnus can remember is his and Alec’s fourth date, when it started pouring during their trip to Italy, and they had to hideout in a random tiny diner off the side of the road that made the best espresso Magnus has ever had.

Magnus remembers when Alec and him were babysitting Madzie, and when the rain seemingly ruined their plans, all Madzie wanted to do was go and splash around. It was the summertime, and Magnus couldn’t think of a reason not to, so they did. The three of them spent two hours playing tag in the rain and getting soaked, and even though Cat wasn’t happy about it later, Magnus wouldn’t forget the huge smile Madzie sported for the rest of the day.

Magnus remembers his honeymoon with Alec, and how it rained one day in Fiji, and Alec took his hand and dragged him outside while they were both still in their pajamas, and Alec kissed Magnus stupid, till all he could think about was the taste of Alec’s lips and the smell of the earth from the rain.

It’s not like the more painful memories are gone, but they aren’t the ones Magnus chooses to remember. The rain is something that now soothes him and brings him peace, rather than haunts him. It’s powerful and frightening, but also so alive.

“Babe?”

Magnus turns slightly when he feels two hands snake around his waist from behind and a very familiar chest pressing against his back.

“Are you okay?” Alec asks, his voice low from sleep.

“Yes, love,” Magnus replies, putting his hands over Alec’s. “Just admiring the rain.”

Alec hums, kissing Magnus’ shoulder.

“Is Max okay?” Alec asks.

“Yes, he’s alright. Fast asleep,” Magnus says, running his hands up and down Alec’s forearms. “Let’s go back to bed, shall we?”

“Uh huh,” Alec says sleepily, and Magnus laughs softly, turning around in his arms and pressing a kiss to Alec’s temple. He pulls back and takes a moment to admire just how stunning his husband is, even if he’s so tired he can hardly stand. His hair is a mess, his eyes are half lidded, and his runes are a sharp contrast on his skin.

But he’s so unbelievably beautiful.

Alec leans against Magnus, already halfway asleep, and Magnus laughs again, softly tugging Alec towards their bedroom.

This is just another good memory of rain to file away, Magnus thinks.

[wonderworman-archive]

*gasps* the wontons

[oikyskau]

#clothes lying all over the floor trope? #its ours now

[goldenalec]

malec + christmas in switzerland

ok so i must have watched ed sheeran’s music video for “perfect” 384098 times and this is what came of it, so pls enjoy some malec + christmas/snow/skiing/there’s-a-cat-involved fluff just in time for the holidays!

It’s official: they are definitely getting kicked out of this place.

Simon and Jace had gone head to head in a cinnamon schnapps shot contest, even though the two of them have about as much tolerance for alcohol as a couple of fourteen-year-olds. They are now in the midst of delivering the most horrendous, ear-splitting rendition of “All I Want for Christmas Is You” that Alec has ever heard, arms swung over each other’s shoulders and completely oblivious to the fact that their sober selves barely tolerate each other.

The two of them make their bows amid thundering applause (for what, exactly, Alec fails to understand) and practically fall off the stage, before lurching towards their table.

“THAT – that was the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.” Jace says loudly, his face bright red. He claps Simon hard on the back. “Dude, you’re the best singing partner. So good. Are you in a band or something?”

“BRO.” Simon slurs, holding Jace’s face between his hands, “I love you, man. I really do. Like so much. You’re the best Jace I know.”

Jace frowns, looking way too offended. “I’m the only Jace you know.”

They are in a tiny bar in a tiny town in Switzerland. The place is drowning in Christmas decorations, and the air is thick with smoke from cigars and the heady scent of alcohol. Alec runs his finger along the rim of the glass he’s been nursing for the past hour.

He’s all for snow and fun, but if he hears Jace slam down his glass on the table and scream “ANOTHER!” one more time, he thinks he’ll lose it. Izzy keeps trying to get him to drink more, or maybe partake in a stupid card game when really, all Alec wants to do is hide away with the man pressed up against his side, the man who is the reason Alec had even agreed to be dragged along on a ski trip.

Magnus grins at him. “Well, aren’t you having fun.”

Alec groans, leaning back until his head hits the wall behind him. “I think I’m going deaf. Am I deaf?”

Magnus laughs, leaning in to press a kiss to Alec’s cheek.

“What do you say we get out of here?” he murmurs, low and soft in his ear, and then he flashes Alec a smile that sears itself into his memory, so much so that he completely ignores Jace pretending to stick his finger down his throat, and Izzy groaning at them to “get a room.”

Sounds pretty reasonable, Alec thinks, as Magnus slips his hand into his and drags him out of the bar.

Alec picks up the last slice of pizza from the box they had picked up on their way to the cabin. He’s surprised they even made it home, what with Magnus deciding it was the right time to pelt Alec with snowballs while he was carrying a box of pizza. They had found themselves on the snow-covered ground, laughing and throwing snow at each other, and ignoring the confused looks from strangers at seeing two grown men rolling around in the snow. In a moment of silence, Alec had looked at Magnus and wondered if it was possible for one person to be everything he could have ever hoped for.

He had wondered if it was possible for his heart to double in size.

Now, concealed in the soft warmth of the cabin, and watching Magnus curl up on the sofa, dressed in one of Alec’s hoodies and fluffy pants that have “My BiFi Signal is Strong” emblazoned all over them, a mug of hot chocolate in his hands and staring out at the snow through the window, Alec thinks it just might be.

Magnus turns to look at him. “You’re staring, Alexander.” He says, a soft smile spreading over his face.

Alec spreads his hands, grinning. “I like the view.”

Magnus rolls his eyes affectionately, “Who would’ve thought you would turn out to be the cheesy, romantic one?”

He laughs lightly, swinging his legs off the sofa and walking slowly towards Alec. His eyes twinkle, and Alec is pretty sure he has the most dopey, love-sick expression plastered across his face, but somehow he can’t bring himself to care.

Magnus stops when there’s barely any space separating them. “Not that I’m complaining.” He says softly, before leaning in.

Alec closes his eyes, welcoming the familiar feeling of Magnus’ breath tickling his lips, and just as their lips brush together slowly, he feels slender fingers slip into his own and snatch the slice of pizza out of his hand.

“Hey!” His eyes fly open, and Magnus is cackling so hard his face turns red. Alec chases after him, jumping over corner tables and chairs, and very quickly, their laughter fills every inch of the cabin, warming it better than any fire ever could. Soon, they find themselves on the floor, lying side by side and breathing hard, and Alec’s sides ache from laughing in a way he only ever seems to do when he’s with Magnus.

He turns to face the man in question. “You’re a terrible person.” He says, curving an eyebrow.

“I know, it keeps me up at night.” Magnus smirks at him, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips before lifting the pizza to his mouth.

~*~

The snow has started to fall. Magnus can make out the fluffy whiteness falling steadily through the window. Alec stands up and pulls Magnus to his feet.

“Come on! Let’s go outside.” He says excitedly, grabbing a lantern from next to the fireplace and walking over to where his boots are.

Magnus looks at him incredulously. “Are you crazy? We’ll freeze to death! I’m too young to die.”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, babe.” Alec rolls his eyes, “Come on!”

He tugs at Magnus’ hand, a cheeky smile playing across his lips. “Come on, I’ll keep you warm.” He says quietly, and really, how can Magnus say no when he’s smiling at him like that?

Magnus relents, groaning light-heartedly as Alec pulls him out the door, and almost immediately, the cold hits him like a slap to the face. He shivers as Alec places the lantern down on the ground.

Alec turns to face him, and his unguarded, angelic smile warms every inch of Magnus. He takes a deep, theatrical bow and then holds his hand out to Magnus.

“May I have this dance?” he asks, his smile bleeding into his voice.

God, Magnus loves him so much it hurts.

“You’re ridiculous.” Magnus laughs, his cheeks hurting from how much he’s smiling. Alec simply shrugs, still looking at him as though he’s hung the sun in the sky.

He places his palm in Alec’s, marvelling at how they seem to fit perfectly, and he keeps his eyes locked on the man in front of him as he pulls him in, wrapping his other arm around his waist, and Magnus rests his own on Alec’s chest, feeling the steady, sure beat of his heart under his fingers. A heart that beats strong and true.

“I learned from the best.” Alec says softly, smirking, leaning forward and resting his forehead against Magnus’, and Magnus doesn’t even have a response to that.

Their breaths mingle, white with cold, but Magnus doesn’t feel any of the chill that surrounds them. He doesn’t feel the sting of biting wind that sweeps over them with great whooshes anymore, because Alec ignites the kind of fire in him that burns bright, fervent. They move together slowly, and it doesn’t matter that there’s no music to accompany their movements.

When their lips meet, Magnus’ mouth parts as though in prayer, and his blood sings in his ears as Alec kisses him thoroughly breathless, tasting of fresh snow and hot chocolate. Of countless more nights spent just like this one, wrapped in each other’s arms, shielding each other from the world, and Magnus thinks he could drown in this feeling. In more heady kisses, in the outline of Alec’s smile, warm and familiar, pressed against his own.

But the moment is broken when Alec suddenly lets out a yelp of surprise, jumping away from Magnus and knocking his head against his.

Magnus throws him a sour look, rubbing his forehead. “What happened?”

He doesn’t get a response, because Alec is too preoccupied with something at his feet.

It’s a tiny cat. Really, it’s so small and so white that Magnus almost can’t make it out nestled against the snow. It’s curled up tight against Alec’s leg, as though it’s afraid to let go of him for even one second.

Magnus sympathises entirely.

Alec crouches down and holds a hand out to the cat, and it immediately nuzzles against his palm, arching its back into his touch.

“Hey little guy.” He says softly, and then Magnus joins him, crouching and reaching out to pet the cat, and it’s such an adorable little thing that Magnus feels his heart twist in his chest.

Alec scoops the cat up, holding it tightly to his chest, and it cuddles further into his hold. It’s definitely a sight to behold, Alexander Lightwood with a cat literally as big as his hand.

“Oh my God, you precious thing.” Magnus whispers, reaching out a finger and feeling his heart melt as the cat rubs its face against it.

“We can’t just leave it out here.” He says, “It’s so cold outside.”

Alec nods, a small, besotted smile on his face. “I’ll be right back.”

~*~

Alec heads inside the cabin, cradling the kitten close to him, and grabs a blanket from the sofa. He places it next to the fireplace, setting the kitten down on the blanket. He watches, heart melting, as it snuggles into the folds of the cloth, stretching and finally closing its eyes, falling asleep in a matter of seconds.

He rubs behind its ears one last time before heading out to join Magnus again.

“I put it next to the fireplace.” He says, rubbing his hands together, “Poor thing was so tired, fell asleep almost immediately.”

“I love this soft side of you Alexander,” Magnus hums, and he curls his fingers around the lapels of Alec’s jacket and pulls him closer, “You should let it out more.”

Alec grins, wrapping his arms around Magnus’ waist and pulling him into his chest. “Only with you. I have to keep up my heart-of-stone reputation, remember? Can’t give Simon any ideas.”

Magnus laughs, a sound that Alec feels to the very tips of his being. The look in his eyes as he gazes into Alec’s is one of complete adoration, pure as the driven snow, and Alec loves him so damn much that sometimes it feels like it’s all he’s capable of. He presses his lips to Magnus’ forehead, relishing in the way Magnus lets out a breath that blooms across his collarbones. He wants to bottle up this moment where it’s just the two of them, where nothing else matters.

And it’s pure, unaltered magic. It’s magic in the way the snow falls around them, carpeting the ground, nestling in between the soft strands of Magnus’ hair. In the way all they can see for miles on end is glistening white, occasionally dotted with points of light. In the way there seems to be nothing but silence enveloping them, broken periodically by the sound of a warm breath, of the rustle of fingers against clothing, of the press of a kiss against cold skin.

“I love you.” Magnus says, and his eyes burn into Alec as though they want to commit him to memory.

“I love you.” Alec whispers, the words falling from his lips as easily as they always have, as they always will. It feels like it’s the easiest thing Alec will ever say.

And it is, because loving Magnus is like breathing. A natural action, something that comes to him like it’s meant to be. Something beautiful. Loving Magnus is like waking up to the sun dancing over his skin, like feeling the gentle summer breeze card its way through his hair. It’s like counting the stars in an endless expanse of obsidian black. Loving Magnus is this feeling, curling warm and bright within him.

And when they end up adopting the kitten, and when Magnus insists on naming him “Chairman Meow,” and when Alec laughs so much that he almost doesn’t know what to do with the inexplicable joy rushing through him, he knows that he never, ever wants this to end.

also on ao3

[isabellasroberts-archive]

I WENT TO THE WOODS

magnus/alec | 1/? | rated t | 2,6k+

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear, nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.”

(Excerpt from “Walden”, by Henry David Thoreau.)

or, the one where Magnus Bane teaches English at high school, and Alexander Lightwood is the recently graduated, beautiful art teacher.

(read on ao3)

[instadanjlevys]

our icons would make cute purple babies

okay first i was like DAMN this ask is so cute but now.... harry making babies with... himself??????

[anthony-kate]

patronusmagnus replied to your post: How would Alec continue to be a Shadowhunter...

if jace can get back from the fucking dead bc an angel raised him, alec can become immortal and still be a shadowhunters

Immortality specialist Ugne has spoken, y'all.

[bussanbaby]

The thing about snow is that you either love it or hate it. For Alec, it’s been mostly a nuisance, getting in his hair and eyelashes during a patrol, making the chase harder, boots sinking and slipping in the fresh layer of fluff. But he does enjoy it sometimes, just when he’s inside.

While the temperature in New York is a frostbite threat to Alec’s valuable fingers, he’s warm and toasty underneath a thick plush blanket and with Magnus’ body acting like a personal heater. They’re having a slow, quiet evening, spending time together in the form of cuddles and catching up on their respective reading after yet another busy week.

As the snowstorm continues to dance like dandelion fuzz outside the loft windows, Magnus’ hand leaves Alec’s hair to turn the page of his book. They’ve managed to transform the living room couch into a nest of pillows and a large stack of those makes up Magnus’ backrest where he’s tucked into the corner of the sofa. Between his thighs, Alec is seated comfortably, his back against Magnus’ chest, body shifting gently with each calm breath.

Magnus’ hand returns to brushing through Alec’s messy hair, the pads of his fingers pleasant pressure points against his skin; the repetitive motion makes Alec feel sleepy and at peace - if he wasn’t reading, he’d probably be dozing off already, but he can’t make himself put the book down.

It’s one from Magnus’ abundant library, with a shiny cover and obviously more recent, standing out against tomes yellowed with age. At first, it didn’t capture Alec’s attention, as it was seemingly a book about Greek history and he has already read a handful of those, Shadowhunter Academy memories of hours of studying coming back like an unpleasant chill. Still, there was something different about it - a retelling of certain events through a lens including a relationship between men, warriors and lovers at once in an echo of the Iliad.

It struck something inside Alec - before coming out, before Magnus, he’d have stayed away from anything that didn’t fit within the rules he set for himself under the pressure of the world and his parents. But nothing is stopping him now, so he plucked it off the shelf and dove right in.

And what a ride it has been so far. The story itself has been interesting and captivating, painting vivid pictures in Alec’s mind, the main characters likable despite the large chasm between the centuries of theirs and Alec’s lives. But what stood out the most to Alec weren’t the descriptions or certain plot points, but the relationship between Achilles and Patroclus.

They mean the world to one another, ready to go into dangerous battle and travel across the world to stay by each other’s sides, devoted and loyal and forever caring. They remind Alec of his own feelings for Magnus, how quick he’d be to jump into the deepest pit if needed so, how he and Magnus stick together through thick and thin, despite all the trouble the universe throws at them.

Just as Achilles and Patroclus, they weren’t meant to be and yet here they are, happy and content and in love larger than life.

There have been certain lines that were memorable, but not in the way this one is. Alec pauses his reading, heart struck with a wave of emotion surging through his ribcage - it leaves him full of affection for the man just by his side, full of awe for all the good he has done and all the impossible feats he has managed, a demigod just like Achilles himself.

Alec makes a low noise to draw Magnus’ attention, tilts his head back to look up him. Early afternoon shadows settle in the deep points of Magnus’ face, but his eyes are tender and his smile is soft when he answers Alec.

“What is it, love?” He asks, closing his book, setting it by his side with the page marked.

“There’s a quote here that says how I feel about you.”

One of Magnus’ eyebrows quirks up in interest and he inclines his head lightly. “Read it to me, then.”

Alec finds the right line again, runs the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip. “I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.”

It’s as true as it gets; they’ve been with each other for a few years now and from the very beginning, Alec knew that this is it. From the moment he fell for Magnus, loving another man felt inconceivable, impossible. However many years Alec has left on this earth, they will all be spent by Magnus’ side.

Magnus’ smile widens for a moment before he hides it against the side of Alec’s head, presses a kiss against the shell of his ear, his quiet voice sending shivers down Alec’s spine. “How about forever?”

Alec twists until he can see Magnus better, spot the pleasantly surprised expression he always wears after Alec confesses something, which seems to happen more regularly than one might anticipate. It baffles Alec sometimes, how Magnus seems to believe that there will be a day when Alec’s love for him fades; not a chance.

“I like the sound of that.”

Magnus’ hand slides from the side of Alec’s head to the back of his neck, draws him closer for a kiss. It’s slow and chaste, still leaving Alec craving more as Magnus lets his lips brush against Alec’s.

“Alexander, do you know how their story ends?” Magnus’ tone is more solemn now, even though he’s smiling still as his eyes wander over Alec’s face, snagging on his parted mouth.

He does indeed - it ends like most warrior tales: in death and in the sorrow of hearts. But this is not their story. This is not the fate Alec and Magnus will suffer.

Alec drops his book in his lap, slides his fingers between Magnus’, warm skin against cool, one faint heartbeat against another.

He smiles, reassuring and thoughtful, before pressing a kiss to the skin of Magnus’ palm.

“We deserve a softer ending, don’t you think?”

[cat-loss]

here's a topic: malec proposal. go nuts

okay *cracks knuckles* let’s do this

The idea has been on Alec’s mind for some time now. He knows Magnus is his soulmate and that he wants to spend all his life with him, but ‘marriage’ doesn’t really cross his mind until he finds the ring which he gave Lydia when he proposed to her. It shocks him to see it in his drawer but he vaguely recalls Lydia giving it back to him some time before she left for Idris. 

“Huh.” 

He wonders what he should do with it. It had been his grandmother’s wedding ring, so the most natural thing to do would be to return it to his mother. As he walks out of his room, ring in hand, he’s stricken with confusion as to why his mom has never asked for it back. Luckily, he doesn’t have to go far to meet with her, as she’s been staying more and more often in New York lately. She said she wanted to be closer to her children, but Alec reckons there’s also a werewolf alpha involved in her decision. Mom and Luke... this is still too weird for me, furrowing his eyebrows, Alec thinks this to himself as he enters the ops-center.

He spots his mother right away and they talk for a bit. After explaining everything to her, Maryse assures him there is no need to give the ring back, because it belongs to him now. She kept looking at him a certain why the whole time they talked and it doesn’t hit him why until he’s later in his office.

“By the Angel! Mom thinks I’ll use the ring to propose to Magnus,” his mouth agape, he shouts in embarrassment. He can tell his face has gone red and he shuts it immediately, his face growing redder by the second. He keeps thinking about how ridiculous his mom is being the whole time he’s at the Institute and even when he's walking home. And that stupid ring. He should’ve left it in his office, it suddenly weighs too much as he’s getting closer to his destination.

For some reason or another, his steps are more rushed than usual and he reaches the apartment in record time. Huffing, he opens the door and everything falls in order the moment he sees Magnus’ face. “Welcome home, darling.” His boyfriend gives him a peck and starts talking about his day and asks Alec about his, but the twenty-something shadowhunter can focus solely on one thing: Marriage. Magnus. Him. Is it possible? They’re so young. Well, he is. Magnus is plenty old. Will Magnus even want that? With him? Didn’t he told him once upon a time that they view marriage differently? But that was because he had hurt his feelings, wasn’t it? He can’t actually propose to him, right? That’s pure madness. Or is it...? His head started to hurt when he feels Magnus’ hands on his face.

“Alexander? Is everything alright? You seemed to be thinking deeply about something,” the warlock says softly as he tries to read his boyfriend’s eyes.

Afraid he’d be able to actually guess what’s troubling him, Alec quickly looks away. “Yes, everything’s alright. Sorry, I uh, was still with my mind at work. You know how it is,” taking his soldier stance, he still feels the ring’s heavy weight in his pocket.

Magnus lets out a snort and says amused, “Indeed I do. Let’s eat, shall we?” Nodding hastily, Alec sits down and looks at his boyfriend over the table as if he’s seeing him for the very first time. Despite it all, I want it. I really do. I want to be his husband, I want take his name and for him to take mine.  I’ve known for a long time now that Magnus was the only one for me, and I hope... No, I know it’s the same for Magnus too. His thoughts get interrupted by Magnus yet again, who touches Alec’s hands gently with his own.

“You’re sure everything is alright, Alexander? You keep... looking at me. In a strange way.” 

“Is that such a bad thing?” Alec asks with a smile as he finally digs into his food. 

Magnus snorts, but doesn’t let Alec deter him off his path. “I mean it. What’s the matter?” 

When Alec looks into Magnus’ eyes, he can answer him with complete and total honesty. “Everything’s perfect now that I’m here with you, Magnus. Nothing else matters.” 

Having said this, he lightly touches his pocket and thinks to himself I will have to return this to mom, after all. Her gesture was nice, she was trying to show she cares but my Magnus deserves a ring worthy of him and that’ll be only his, not an old used ring that was passed from generation to generation in a traditional Shadowhunter family that would have probably hated him.  ...That probably did actually hated him.

He still blushes when he thinks of ‘My Magnus’. 

[wolfspirals]

My Tumblr Crushes:

@theboyinthehoodie

@bi-leigh-bi

@justsmilestuffhappens

@patronusmagnus

@f-f-f-fight

@harryshvm

@voidofthestars

@walkinggatorbait

@nnellowdrama

[alecsimon]

malec + breakfast

+ CONGRATS ON 500 BTW

thank you sm!! this is pure tooth rotting fluff i hope u like it!! (ty to @lightwoodlesbians i’m lov u)

500 follower celebration (closed)

Magnus tosses the robe around his shoulders, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He doesn’t like waking up to an empty bed, especially not on a special day such as today. The morning is beautiful, the sun rays streaming in through the windows and casting warmth on the bed’s golden sheets.

Just as Magnus is about to open the door and go out to try to find Alec, it flies open, revealing Alec, clad only in his black boxer briefs, carrying a tray full of waffles, bacon, coffee, and a single red rose in a vase.

“Alexander,” Magnus says, after taking a moment to assess the image in front of him and tuck it away in his memory for forever. “What’s this?”

“You’re ruining my plan here, Magnus,” Alec says, pouting at his tray.

“I apologize, darling,” Magnus replies, smiling softly. “What can I do to help?”

“Go lay down,” Alec says, gesturing to the bed by nodding in its general direction.

“Okay,” Magnus says, playing along by going back to the bed and sitting down onto it, pulling the covers up to his waist.

“Nope, the surprise is ruined,” Alec says, laying the tray down on the bed anyway. “It was supposed to be breakfast in bed, but someone woke up too early.”

“I woke up to an empty bed, Alexander. I was just about to go and look for you,” Magnus says, one hand finding Alec’s and lacing their fingers together easily.

“Sorry,” Alec says, leaning over and kissing Magnus’ temple. “I just wanted to make you breakfast.”

Magnus grins, leaning over to get closer to Alec. “Nothing to be sorry for, my love.”

“So,” Alec says, looking down at the plate of food. “Chef Alec Lightwood-Bane presents waffles, based on that recipe we got from Germany, coffee from that Italian brand you have, and bacon, from my own personal bacon cooking knowledge.”

Magnus laughs softly, looking at the food and then back at Alec. “Say that again.”

“You want me to repeat all of that? Well, alright,” Alec teases, and Magnus laughs louder this time, swatting at Alec’s arm and looking at him fondly.

“You know what I mean, Alexander,” Magnus says, kissing Alec’s jaw for good measure.

“Alec Lightwood-Bane,” Alec whispers leaning forward until their lips are almost touching. Magnus hums softly, closing his eyes.

Husbands. Magnus Bane has a husband.

It feels too good to be true, but last night is a memory that’s bright and vivid in Magnus’ mind, and he won’t forget anytime soon about their wedding, surrounded by their family and friends.

Yesterday was the best day of Magnus’ life - and he’s lived a long time. Now, he has Alec with him.

“I love you,” Alec says, and Magnus realizes he’s been momentarily silent thinking about the bliss from yesterday.

“I love you, too,” Magnus replies, raising Alec’s hand and kissing Alec’s knuckle, right over the gold band on his left ring finger.

“Me and you, baby,” Alec says softly, plucking the rose from the vase and handing it to Magnus. “Forever.”

“Forever is an awfully long time,” Magnus says, taking the rose gently before meeting Alec’s eyes. “There’s no one I’d rather spend it with.”

[enkelimagnus]

y’all; just wanted to know, who’s got patronusmagnus’ ugliness blocked? 

and her comrade acephobe maiaalec (I think that’s her handle)

[oikyskau]

I love you,              and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.