Sweet Peapod of Love

Ragnor Fell Once: High Warlock of London Currently: High Warlock of Please Leave Me Alone

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raphbites:

Kissing Ragnor with everything in him, Raphael was finding it rather hard to breathe. He couldn’t bring himself to care, though. All he wanted was Ragnor. The poor kid practically wanted to merge and become one with the warlock. Gasping for air, once they parted, he nestled his face into Ragnor’s neck, inhaling and being comforted by his scent. “I will. I will. Forever.” Raphael murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Ragnor’s chin. “Forever. I swear.” Last time they went out hadn’t ended because Raphael didn’t love Ragnor with everything in him, because he didn’t want him forever. It was because Raphael didn’t feel like he deserved Ragnor and didn’t want to hold him down. 

Gasping for air, Ragnor cradled his hand to the back of Raphael’s head. “Te tengo. Te tengo. Te tengo, mi amor.” He whispered, rocking him back and forth. Raphael had broken Ragnor’s heart the last time they parted, shattered it to absolute pieces. But now they knew they had each other for eternity. “Forever.” Ragnor promised, bringing Raphael’s ring finger up to his lips for a reverent kiss.

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loyalenchanter:

“You’re my best friend, of course you know that. You’re my brother.” Wiping a few stray tears away, ever the most emotional warlock around. Stifling a giggle against his hand, he rolled his eyes. “Don’t be cheeky with me. I don’t need to know what my two favorite people are doing.” Holding his brother very tight, he rested his forehead in the crook of his neck. “I love you, Rags. I mean it. I always will.” 

“I know your weak spots, Mr. Lightwood-Bane.” Ragnor teased lovingly. Continuing to wriggle his eyebrows, Ragnor burst out laughing before moving to wipe a few more stray tears from Magnus’ cheeks. “I love you too, Magnus. Forever.”

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loyalenchanter:

Magnus sniffled, wiping his eyes. “It’s not my fault you know how to hit me emotionally. This means a lot Ragnor. Really, thank you.” Squeezing his brother’s hand, he offered him a box of his own. “I feel bad that I didn’t get you something so sentimental, but you asked for slinky and it compliments your skin. Well, both colors.” 

“You’ve always been weak for jewelry, as long as I’ve known you. That and handmade goods.” He smirked, hinting heavily and sneakily at the second gift in waiting. Taking the box, he opened it as Magnus talked. “You shouldn’t have.” Any gift from a friend, sentimental or not, meant the world to Ragnor. “I love it. Raph’ll love it too. On me and off me.” With a cheeky wink, he hugged his brother.

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Breath practically rattling around his skeleton, Raphael rested for a moment, with his face still pressed into Ragnor’s neck. “Nunca me había sentido tan desesperado antes. Te extraño cuando no estás conmigo. Te amo, Ragnor.” Embarrassed from the emotional admittance, he pressed his lips to Ragnor’s again just to try and numb the taste of truth from his lips. 

Running a hand with soothing magic down Raphael’s spine, he listened. “Aye, mi amor. Lo siento.” He felt the same exact way. It was rare to hear Raph voice it though. Gripping onto Raphael’s shirt, Ragnor moaned. He leaned against the back of the counter allotting for more space for Raph to fit between him. Arms wound around him, holding him impossibly close. “Never leave me then. Stay with me always, love.” He shuddered in breath, never one to be so emotionally open himself.

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Raphael rolled his eyes playfully, lips pursed together. “Maybe I am.” He wanted to remain with some sort of air of illusion. Showering as quickly as possible, he threw on the shirt biggest on him (as he had to go unbinded since he kept his binder on through the entirety of practice and his ribs were killing him) an oversized hoodie which gave him sweater paws and comfy sweatpants. Nearly galloping with excitement, Raphael moaned at the smell of food. “Dios mio, mi mama never fails, not even her leftovers.” 

“I’m gonna learn her secrets.” Ragnor wagged a finger at Raph before licking some salsa off the tip of it. “If not all then most.” He wanted to make Raphael moan that way for meals he cooked him in the future. The thought stunned Ragnor who blushed. He’d never been so domesticated before. Cooking for another person? His own mother could barely get him to cook at the house now! “Here.” He handed a heaping pile of food to Raphael along with a banana and a glass of milk. “A donde se quiere sentar?”

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Raphael arched his brow, noting that that was, indeed, Ragnor’s proud voice. He had to admit, if Magnus put him in charge of his duties (which would have kind of been weird), he’d be proud too. “There’s no one better for the job.” He noted in his ever monotonic voice. “Yes, but you see, I like to tease you. So that’s a moot point.” He was arguing an invalid point for no good reason other than he liked to ruffle Ragnor’s feathers a little. Fitting himself quite snugly against Ragnor (and therefore pressing Ragnor against the counter he was leaning against), he eased them into quite a few more kisses than just uno mas. Only interrupted by one very distinct, very annoying blond Shadowhunter who walked into the kitchen to grab a drink, saw the pure fury in Raphael’s eyes and walked out, Raphael rested his forehead against Ragnor’s shoulder.  “ Te extrañe.” The holidays gave Raphael a bit of a soft spot, but he always had a soft spot for the warlock. 

Ragnor hadn’t cared that someone walked in. People had walked in on him doing far, far worse. He pouted, absolutely disheveled, when Raphael pulled away. “Then come back to me.” Ragnor cooed, nudging for more kisses that weren’t the most descent for such a public area. 

“Estoy aquí, mi amor. No hay necesidad de echarme de menos cuando estoy aquí.”

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loyalenchanter:

Magnus rolled his eyes in matching. “Ragnor, I know it’s not, so there’s no need for the sass–not that I’ll ever be able to stop you.” Eyes growing comically larger by the second as Ragnor went on, Magnus was blushing furiously while at the same time looking at his brother with the eyes the size of saucers. “For me?” 

Taking the box, Magnus opened it without hesitation, which is why, when he saw what it was, Magnus was already in tears. “Oh, Ragnor.” Pulling his brother into a tight belly-in-the-way squeeze, he pressed his little face into his glamoured tan skin. 

“All these tears just for this little ol’ thing? Then remind me to return your other gift.” Granted that gift hadn’t been left yet. It was ready to be summoned the night of Christmas Eve into Bintang’s room with a note from Cahaya. 

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loyalenchanter:

Sighing and rolling his eyes, accepting both the tea and the gentle care, Magnus hummed with irritation. “Rags, I would know if something happened to them. Nothing’s wrong. Bintang is just…very strong. Stronger than me.” There was a hint of sadness to his tone but it was mixed overwhelmingly with pride. This little miracle was going to be the strongest of all warlocks; or so he hoped. 

“I doubt there’s another Warlock out there that’s part angel.” He murmured, hands a glow with green magic. “You have quite the stubborn little...there we go. Okay, now I can work.” Ragnor had been facing a golden aura that was preventing him from visiting the child at first. “Alright, alright.” He stood up after a few minutes and rolled his sleeves back down. “You were right. Bintang is fine.”

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loyalenchanter:

Magnus arched a brow, “All of this is for Bintang? Are you starting early in the spoiling of the little one or what?” Leading his brother over to the present piles (one was for Christmas and beneath the Christmas tree, one on the couch for Bintang’s baby shower and one underneath the table the Menorah was on top of for Hannukah), he helped him sort things into the piles. “I know you remember holidays. From what I heard, you quite spoiled Raphael this year.” 

“This doesn’t even cross the line as to what I define spoiling as. For all you know these could be diapers I’m giving you. Please, child.” Ragnor rolled his eyes with a smirk as he sauntered into the room. “It’s typical for guests to get the carrier of the child presents as well in baby showers.” He summoned a pale Tiffany blue box and presented it to Magnus. “To remind you of your little one.” 

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loyalenchanter:

Magnus held up a finger in warning, “Don’t freak out or anything, but remember when we were all haing those really awful nightmares? Well, Asmodeous payed us a visit and tried to kidnap me to take Binny away and they kinda blasted his projection back with their magic. It was golden. It wasn’t mine.” 

Don’t freak out was the fastest way to get Ragnor to freak the fuck out. “Yes...Well no but others were. Semantics really, go on.” He flurried his hand and continued to listen. Ragnor didn’t want to plague his brother with his erratic sleeping patterns. “I need to reinforce the wards.” All business, he continued to listen. 

“And check Bintang. Catarina would have told me if you’d seen her and gods know you didn’t see me afterwards.” There was a bit of annoyance in his tone. This wasn’t just Magnus’ child, this was Ragnor’s godchild. Rolling up his sleeves, he summoned a steaming mug of regenerative magic tea and handed it to Magnus before kneeling to inspect his stomach.

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Raphael took a sip of the wine as he turned around to face Ragnor, eyebrow arched artfully. “I didn’t even know you were here yet. I thought you were still out spoiling our Godkid before they’re even born.” To say Ragnor was buying a lot of gifts was an understatement. Slipping a palm to the small of Ragnor’s back, he pulled him against him for a kiss. “Happy?” 

“If I’m not with you, historically...well within more recent history, I’m here.” Ragnor pouted. “I am the interim High Warlock’s counsul while the High Warlock is on paternity leave.” He said with high esteem, proud of the title. “Don’t act like you haven’t spoiled our Bintang either.” Ragnor wagged a green index finger at Raph before turning back to a more mundane color. Moving in sync with Raphael, Ragnor smiled into the kiss. “Uno mas.” He asked, leaning in for another one. 

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Raphael sighed, “You would be cute with a tum. You’re cute all the time.” He blushed and tangled their fingers together more firmly, squeezing his hand. “I promise I’ll be back real quick. I don’t want to smell up your space!” Raph leaned in and stole a quick kiss before he dashed up the stairs to take the world’s fastest shower. There was a cute boy waiting for him downstairs after all. 

“Spoken like a true latino. You really are trying to get me fat.” Ragnor laughed softly, placing a kind and familiar hand on Raphael’s shoulder. Stunned from the quick kiss, which he wasn’t expecting, Ragnor needed a moment to come to. Once in the kitchen, he began tinkering around opening all the cabinets and pantry doors until he found what he was looking for: plates, forks, knives, leftover bin. 

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loyalenchanter:

Magnus was not ready for the onslaught of presents, and he, too, nearly toppled over himself upon opening the door. Taking a few of the most lopsided presents, he was shaky at best. “Ragnor! Who are all of these for?” 

“For the small one dwelling inside you, duh.” He all but rolled his eyes as he tried to fit inside the doorway. Ragnor had yet to magic the final present, the handmade rocking chair out of Javanese wood, into Binny’s nursery. “Also a few small trinkets for Hanukkah. I’m not a savage you know. I do remember holidays.” Ragnor lived to spoil those he loved.

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“Help. Help. Hello, help!” Ragnor said with urgency as presents threatened to fall from his grasp.

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Raphael could remember the ‘good ol’ days’ when he couldn’t step past the doorway of the Institute unless invited into the sanctuary. It was nice that nowadays, thanks to a particular warlock, he was allowed entrance into the hallowed building. He assumed that was only due to the high-tech security systems that also used to be banned that Magnus’ magic was supported. Arriving probably late, the vampire was still swept up in a nearly suffocating hug by the aforementioned man, who was already nearly bursting forth with child, but left to his own devices afterwards. Attempt to get the energy necessary to speak to others, Raphael steeled himself in the kitchen for but a moment as he poured himself a glass of wine. 

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“Wine before saying hello to me. Okay. I see how it is. That’s fine.” Ragnor had all but appeared out of no where, leaning against the kitchen doorway.

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raphbites:

Raphael smiled and put his hand over Ragnor’s on the gear shift. “You can walk me to the door and you can come in. There’s still leftovers from dinner last night if you’re hungry, Mama made extra.” Plus, he didn’t want to say it, but since neither his mom, nor any of his pesky siblings were home for a while, he and Ragnor–dare he say it, could have some alone time. Damn his teenage brain.

“Trying to make me fat, are you? So you can call me gordito?” He snorted as his car chirped itself into a locked position. Once inside the house, Ragnor snuck his hand into Raphael’s again. “I can reheat dinner if you want to take a shower or change.” He said. Raph always made him so domestic.

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loyalenchanter:

Magnus arched a brow, “I guess I’ll just have to get something slinky that would for sure clash with your skin just so, then.” Placing an ever gentle hand on his stomach, Magnus beamed. “Everything’s sore all the time, but I’m really happy. Excited. Bintang has already showcased a bit of magic, not even having been born, and I think it’s because of your influence.” 

Ragnor gasped, “You wouldn’t dare.” He pouted knowing Magnus would too. His brow furrowed. “What do you mean they’ve showcased magic already?” He’d never heard of a baby Warlock showcasing anything in utero. He took a concerned step forward. “What happened?”