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“Al- Alexander?” Magnus knew his eyes were wide and his jaw was probably on the floor, but he couldn’t stop himself. Alec was in Pandemonium.

And he looked absolutely amazing.

“Not that it isn’t great to see you,” Magnus said, coughing as he tried to regain some poise and together-ness. “But why are you in Pandemonium? This isn’t exactly your ‘scene,’ is it?”

Hearing a familiar male voice behind him, Alec quickly turned from where he’d been sat with Jace, Izzy, and Hope. 

He swallowed quickly, feeling his sibling’s and Hope’s gaze burning his back. “Izzy -- my.. my sister -- she uh, we’re on a mission. We were on a mission. They dragged me here after.” Alec muttered, frowning at himself before finally allowing his gaze to settle on the warlock’s eyes. “It’s.. good to see you, too.” he said politely, clearly not realising how much he actually meant those words. Magnus looked.. interesting. He always seemed to look interesting. With his colourful clothes and makeup, his dark hair, his eyes that all but invited you in. “You look nice.” 

It was out before he had the chance to stop himself and his eyes quickly flitted away from Magnus’, instead drifting around the different faces in the man’s club. “You uh-- is it always this crowded?” 

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@fracturcdshine

Perhaps bat hadn’t been the best choice of weapon. But she heard walking, steps she didn’t recognize coming toward her room. And, just from the sound of it, she jumped. She grabbed the nearest thing she could use as a weapon, and she got into defensive stance. However, this was Alec. Jace’s parabiti… and she was aaiming a bat at him. “Sorry.” She apologized quickly. “I just… I… I get scared.”

Alec shook his head quickly at the apology and curled one large hand around the bat, tugging it out of Celine’s grip. “And you thought a bat would stop me?” he asked, brow quirking up incredulously. He sighed, and reached his free hand out towards her, palm facing up, waiting. “Here. Give me your phone.” 

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@lewissimonslewis

Simon gaped at the tall shadowhunter. “And you could’ve freaking killed me! Your steely can’t help me with some magic healing doodle like you!”

Rolling his eyes, annoyed, Alec stared back at the male with his eyes flashing somewhat dangerously. “Why are you even here, mundane?” He raised his stele. “This? This would kill you. So.. there’s that..”

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Magnus:

When Magnus opened the door, he paused.

This was the most attractive shadowhunter he had seen in years!

“Why hello there, Shadowhunter,” Magnus smirked and winked. “What might a pretty boy like you need with me?”

A narrowing of his eyes followed the Warlock’s greeting. Though, as Alec looked away from the other male’s eyes, a slight, smug smile made its way onto his lips, discrete and soon deliberately masked over as Alec made to step up the stairs towards the other. “Alec.” he said, “Lightwood. I’m here on behalf of the Clave to see if you might consider attending a Downworld Liasons Meeting.” Alec paused, his eyes lifting back up to the other man’s face. “I’ve also.. uh.. been sent to ask if you might consider casting some protection magic. Over the Institute.”

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Weeks, and weeks of this. Months, now. Of torture, of pain, of LONGING. Watching something unfold for Jace that never did for him. Hope, Clary, Celine. His parents’ affections, THEIR RESPECT. Only, it had been longer than that, hadn’t it? He’d watched it for YEARS. Had watched, helpless, as Jace invited seelies and Shadowhunters into his bed. Into his life. There hadn’t been many, and Alec knew that they were always a distraction, more than anything. Something was different now, though. Alec could FEEL it. He could feel Jace’s turmoil for his mother. His concern, his duty, OTHER THINGS for the new women in his life. But that wasn’t on them. It wasn’t their fault. How could he blame them for something that would never, COULD NEVER be his. 

“Jace, I..uh, I need to talk to you. We– we need– to talk about something.” He said one night, stopping Jace before he entered his room by taking hold of his forearm. He could feel Jace’s anger, could feel the pain and the disappointment. It belonged both to Jace and himself. He pulled on Jace’s arm, bringing him around to face him. “Jace, I..” He swallowed, past the lump in his throat, past the unease.

“Forgive me, Parabatai.” Alec raised an unsteady hand to curl around Jace’s neck, looking him in the eyes as he did so. It seemed they were the one thing he COULD keep steady. His index finger lightly tapped and then stroked at the blond’s neck, at the soft hair at his nape, finding that he needed the distraction. He needed the touch, the reassurance that Jace was real. That he was really standing face to face with him. Alec wouldn’t blame him if he wanted to disappear on him right then and there, for the way he’d been acting, so he was beyond grateful that he didn’t. He raised a second hand to his parabatai’s shoulder, squeezing him tightly. “I never should have doubted you, or questioned your judgement. I’ve been acting like.. Like.. You have.. every right to be mad at me, I would be too. I AM, TOO.” 

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“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He was sat on the roof of the institute, looking out at the night sky, thinking, when he heard a noise behind him. Alec turned his head, finding Celine looking at him. He sighed and waited, unsure as to what to say to his best friend’s mother. He turned away from her again, gaze lowering to his hands that were wringing together. When the quiet voice rang out, Alec allowed his eyes to close. Of course it hurt. What did she expect? He felt EVERYTHING. He felt everything that Jace felt. That was who they were. That was what they’d chosen. She moved to sit beside him, and Alec did nothing to stop her. He simply shrugged in return, gaze still averted. “He’s my Parabatai.” Alec said, voice softer than usual. “As soon as he accepted me.. As soon as I did the same for him, it was always going to hurt. You’re his mother. Whether he’s ready for that or not.” 

He needs to be ready. Celine was here now. She was back. There was no changing it, and as hard as it was for Jace – and therefore, ALEC – to accept, to understand. There was no going back, and deep down, he knew Jace wouldn’t want to. 

Neither did he.

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Magnus:

Magnus sighed as his client finally left. He collapsed in the nearest chair, and summoned himself some whiskey, prepared to relax when a heavy knock echoes through his loft. Gronaing, Magnus set his drink down and made his way to the door.

Opening the door, he barked, “What?”

It was one of the last places he’d wanted to be sent, but Alec would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a sort of buzzing in his stomach at the idea of meeting Magnus at his loft. He knocked at the ornate door, and waited, fidgeting, until the door opened and he came face to face with Magnus Bane. Alec paused, a little taken aback and a little concerned by the man’s greeting before straightening himself up and looking directly at the warlock. “I’m here on official Clave business.” he stated, trying to sound more bold, more convincing, than he felt. 

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“I am a little busy, but we can speak.”

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“Alright. The Clave asked me to speak with you.”

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Izzy:

“Just because it wasn’t a part of the plan doesn’t mean it’s a disaster, Alec,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully. “And wasn’t it have fun?” she mused, knowing full well that Izzy getting them into a mess wasn’t fun for him. Isabelle clasped her hands together with a grin, “It’s just patrol that happens to be at a place where Downworlders hang out. It will be fine,” she stressed, following him out of the door. “You’ve the goods,” she said with a shrug. “Show them off.”

“No.” he said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes, his smile eventually widening. “Okay, maybe a LITTLE BIT.” He rolled his eyes at her, but discretely went to unfasten one.. and then a second of his shirt’s buttons before quickly fastening one of them back up again. “I’m not looking forward to this.” he muttered. “Why isn’t Jace coming, anyway?” Too busy training the wolf, he thought bitterly, but tried to shake that thought off. Certainly would have been easier for him with his parabatai here, though, even if he DID have Izzy. 

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Lorreina:

✴︎ — Lorreina smiled up at Alec, watching as he sat, eyebrow raising at his sudden question. “ If the food and drink is not to your liking, then we can certainly go elsewhere. But I find that the Institute is not particularly welcoming to downworlders, and Court makes Shadowhunters uncomfortable, ” Reina gave a slight shrug. “ Perhaps some tea will help with any nerves ? ” she suggested, motioning to a menu. Causing anxiety hadn’t been her intention, she was genuinely not fond of attending meetings at the Institute, and although she preferred the comforts of her court, she knew it made most non-seelies uncomfortable. “ I wanted to pick a location that was more… neutral. ”

He couldn’t deny what she was saying. It was all truth. Even he himself could be found guilty of it. Though, in Alec’s defense, he wasn’t particularly welcoming of ANYONE. “I’m not nervous,” he responded easily. Denying his feelings was second nature to him at this point. The lie was easy enough. Alec looked at her, a feeling of unease in his stomach. How many times had he been warned not to eat or drink anything offered to him by the seelies? Even if they were NOT in court, he still faltered before shaking his head. “I’m okay for the time being.” he told her politely, tipping his head at her. “I’ll get something in a little while.” Sitting back in his seat, he watched as a mundane couple left, giggling and holding hands and wrapping their arms around one another. Alec scoffed and rolled his eyes, but let his attention focus back on Lorreina. He smiled slightly. “You succeeded. But why here? Have you been before?”

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Izzy:

“Your glare suggests something completely different, big bro,” she mused, her voice teasing. Isabelle slipped into her black heels, adding inches to her height. She laughed, “I’m just trying to get you to loosen up, that’s all. And why should you be worried, hm? When have I ever steered you wrong?” After a moment, Isabelle looked at him. “Actually– don’t answer that.”

“You know, every time you get this idea in your head that I need to ‘LOOSEN UP' it’s met with disaster.” he said. An exaggeration in anyone’s book. Except for Alec’s. He’d already opened his mouth to answer Izzy’s clearly rhetorical question, but closed it at the look she gave him, one of the corners of his lips quirking upwards into an uneven smile. “Come on. The sooner we get this over with, the better.” He turned around to head out of his sister’s room, walking a few steps before checking behind his shoulder to see if she was following him. “You really think I should unbutton my shirt a bit?”

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✴︎ — Lorreina watched the mundanes sitting at a booth across from hers as she waited for the person she was meeting. The man was sweating profusely and fanning his mouth, while his wife rolled her eyes and rambled on about how she’d told him that he couldn’t handle the dish that he’d ordered just to spite her. Reina couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, not sure why mundanes were silly enough to order a dish that was too spicy for them in public. She was brought from her thoughts when the person she was meeting appeared, and she smiled up at them pleasantly. “ Do sit, ” the seelie grinned. “ Mundanes are so odd, aren’t they ? ”

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Maintaining a good relationship with the seelies was crucial to the clave. An important part of building and restoring ties with the Downworld and all of its residents. That didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling particularly out of place here. UNCOMFORTABLE. The entirety of Alec’s body felt as if it were thrumming with nervous energy, like he were wired up and one wrong move and it could all blow up in his face, destroying his career and any chance he had of fixing things. It was only made worse by the fact that the seelie seemed to be ENJOYING herself. He did as was asked of him, taking a seat while his gaze continued to unravel the scene before him. “Why here?” Alec asked suddenly, instead of answering the other question. “Why did you want to meet HERE?”

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Izzy:

Isabelle looked in the mirror, as she finished styling her hair in the way she liked it before pursing her lips at her brother’s words. “It’s been fifteen minutes,” she insisted, though she guessed Alec was probably right. “The dress code is not dressing like a disgruntled Shadowhunter,” she teased, gesturing to her own tight dress get up. “At least unbutton the shirt a little.” Isablle walked past him to slide her heels on, “And we’re going out. To have fun–for once.”

Another eye roll. Of course, she would disagree. He only shrugged his shoulders in response. “I’m not disgruntled..” Alec muttered back defensively, “and I’m not unbuttoning my shirt. What do you think this is?” The Shadowhunter folded his arms across his chest grumpily as he waited, watching his sister finish getting ready as she passed him in the search for her heels. “Fun.” he repeated, eyeing Isabelle skeptically. “Should I be worried?”