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A Problem of Memory – season 2, episode 15

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“I don’t really understand this. But I suppose our world is changing.”

Malec – season 1, episode 12

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I don’t even want to think about you being gone…

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#let ‘em know

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alec lightwood: chaotic disaster gay edition

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I always knew I couldn’t have what I wanted. Until you came along.

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baneedom

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Time for our morning exercise.

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LONGER CLIP I’M CRYING

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Magnus, darling, never heard of Tropicana or Minute Maid? 😂😂😂😂

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But then it wouldn’t be fresh

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Fresh OJ is overrated. 😝

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It’s Only You I’m Thinking Of

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I think I’m in love with you, Magnus thinks for the first time when Alec stares willingly into his eyes, his real eyes, and tells him that he is beautiful. Alec’s gaze is so earnest, so desperately genuine and hopeful, of all things, that he remains at a lost for words for just a moment too long. He lets this feeling settle in between his ribs, filling crevices that he didn’t know were empty until he chokes on the doubts that Alec’s softness pushes out of him. Alec continues to stare, smiling gently, allowing Magnus time to gather himself. Magnus blinks, slowly, then turns his head to kiss the center of Alec’s palm.

I think I’m in love with you, Magnus wants to say, but instead, he mutters, “You’re beautiful,” pulling Alec into a deep kiss, and allows himself to hope.

But I love him, Alec wants to scream into every hallway and corner that he turns down, only finding more carnage, more casualties of the mass destruction caused by Valentine’s hatred, and no evidence of Magnus. The Institute is too big, he decides, opening doors and climbing staircases that he’s never even seen before. Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike rush around him, shouting for loved ones, and Alec joins them, a broken “Magnus” escaping his lips as a constant prayer to Raziel. He’s never known this fear before.

But I love him, he sobs in his head. Walls spin and his stomach turns with each passing minute. Night turns to day, the vice around his heart only tightening as he checks each room twice, three times, when he finally decides to run outside. The sun burns his eyes after hours in darkness, but the tears in his eyes have been there for much longer.

But I love– a hand grabs Alec’s arm, and the earth starts to settle underneath him. He can’t get Magnus in his arms fast enough, words falling freely from his lips, offering thanks for his answered prayer. “Magnus, I love you.” I love you I love you I love you, he thinks, his world turning on the shape of Magnus’ lips, and he no longer feels afraid.

I’ll never leave you again, Magnus tries to tell Alec through their frantic kisses, sucking a bruised reminder for both of them on his neck. Alec gasps, gently hooking his nails under Magnus’ shoulder blades and presses his entire body into him. It had been less than 3 days, but Alec can’t live without him, and just the thought alone sets Magnus’ entire body ablaze with a fire that only Alec can extinguish.

I’ll never leave you again. He doesn’t realize that he’s said it out loud until Alec slides down on the bed in order to cradle Magnus’ head in his hands and look him in the eye. Magnus hopes that he never has to see Alec cry again. Even though the gentle kisses Alec uses to catch his tears distract him momentarily, Magnus feels Alec’s guilt. It swirls underneath his skin, escapes through his soft caresses, just present enough to not be ignored.

I’m sorry I made you have to, Alec’s guilt yells, but he only whispers it into Magnus’ hair. He hears it though, of course, he hears it, and he shakes his head, nose brushing against Alec’s chin. Tears fall from both of their eyes now, and Magnus takes his turn to kiss them away. They both know what’s waiting for them tomorrow: field reports and honest conversations and trying to fix something they didn’t was broken. But for now, Alec melts into Magnus as he pulls his hair and tries to drown in his kiss.

Our kids would adore you, he thinks, and Magnus almost drops his mug. Alec, always a soldier and always aware, gives Magnus a questioning glance from where he sits with Madzie, reading her a book. Magnus gives him a soft smile which Alec returns before turning back to Madzie with yet another new character voice. He just looks so natural sitting there, like he had been reading storybooks to kids for his entire life. And, suddenly, the thought of storybooks and pillow fights and a life like this with Alexander causes a shiver of excitement to run through him, and Magnus finally understands the hope that he saw in Alec’s eyes when he told him he was beautiful.

I can’t wait to have kids with you, Alec thinks, not for the first time, because from the moment they said “relationships take effort,” he knew that he wanted everything. He wanted the long nights and the first days of school and teaching them how to drive. It scares him, sometimes, just how far into the future he has imagined, worries that he’s hoping for too much. But it’s times like this, making Madzie laugh while Magnus smiles fondly from across the room, that Alec lets himself dream of the future that he thought he could never have.

I want to marry you, they think in the same moment, and it’s the easiest thing in the world. Alec sees the candles dancing in Magnus’ eyes and smiles wildly at the thought of gold and blue. He takes Magnus’ hand, and Magnus, who had tucked a piece of Alec’s hair and realized that he wanted to do this forever, swipes his thumb across Alec’s ring finger. They meet in the middle, noses and foreheads and lips softly aligning, and Magnus settles his fingers at the nape of Alec’s neck, brushing back the wisps of hair that he’s let grow too long. Neither move more than that, content to just sit and enjoy the memorized shape of the other’s lips.

I want to marry you, Magnus murmurs against Alec’s lips. He knows that of all the things that he has said and thought in his long, immortal life, this would always be one of his favorites.

I’ve always wanted to marry you, Alec breathes back, and they spend the evening in each other’s arms, getting lost in hopeful futures and whispered promises.

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Love is overrated

17. “Love is overrated.”

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“Alec, don’t you everthink about love?” Isabelle asked, running her fingers along the weaponsarranged neatly on the tabletop in the corner of the training room. Her longblack nails scraped across one of the sharp blades of a battle axe.

“What’s there to thinkabout?” he replied, slightly out of breath as the punching bag swung backtowards him. The set of his shoulders was tense and made his shoulder bladesstand out sharply against the sweat-soaked fabric of his tank top. Stepping back, he leaned down and used the bottom of his shirt to wipe the perspirationfrom his forehead before peeling it off and tossing it aside. “What, do you?”He took a few steps closer to her, unraveling the tape from his knuckles.

Isabelle picked up thedual kindjals, twirling them thoughtfully in each hand and assessing the weightof them. “Sometimes.” She didn’t sound embarrassed or defensive, and when shelooked him in the eyes, there was an undeniable challenge in her expression. “Fornow, I like to just enjoy what I have in the moment. But, sometimes I look atMom and Dad and I think…there has to be more than that. There has to be somethingdeeper, something…everlasting.”

“I can’t afford tothink that way,” Alec said so quietly that he wasn’t sure if she even heardhim.

Putting the kindjalsback down on the table with a quiet thunk,Isabelle crossed her arms. “Alec, I know you’re duty and responsibility andlegacy first and foremost, but don’t you think maybe that’s because it’s easyand comfortable to stay in that box so that you don’t have to put your heart onthe line and be you?” Her tone was gentle, and Alec knew that she said thesethings because she loved him, but it was still his reflexive response to bristle.

“Love is overrated,” hesaid shortly, grabbing a pair of blades from the table and tossing one toIsabelle. With his back to her, he tacked on, “And I’ll never be able to haveit the way I want.” A society of soldiers cycled through its people fast andwithout much grievance. He would never admit it but he would rather die thanlive long enough to be forced into a loveless marriage of obligation.

“I used to think I wasdestined to never know the way this felt,” Alec whispered into Magnus’ hair,reveling in the way the soft strands caressed his nose and cheeks.

“You punished yourselftoo much,” Magnus replied, lifting Alec’s right hand to his lips and trailinghis mouth along the faint scars between the bases of his fingers. The scarswere still a bit fresh, only a few weeks old, and Alec could still remember howwarm the blood felt when it oozed down his knuckles and slicked the base of hisarrows. Magnus’ soft kisses felt infinitely better.

Alec sighedcontentedly, pulling back to look Magnus in the eye. “Thank you for taking achance on me. What I said to you the day of the wedding, about you not riskinganything, not understanding the choices I was faced with? I want you to knowthat I was wrong.” Swallowing roughly, Alec bit his lip. “And I regretted it assoon as I said it. I can never thank you enough for not giving up on me. Yousaved me, Magnus.”

Pressing his fingers toAlec’s lips to quiet him, Magnus shook his head insistently. “You savedyourself. I simply held your hand and followed at your side. And I’m gratefulevery day that you let me.”

Alec had never knownthat home could be a person, a feeling unique to one specific person. Thatthere could be a spark that ignited in his heart that no one else could everreplicate. “I never saw what love was. Not like this,” Alec admitted, takingMagnus’ hand and holding it against his chest where he was certain he couldfeel his heartbeat. “Izzy and I used to talk about what true love must be likebut it was more just imagining how nice it would be if it were possible. Forher, she had hope but I—it wasn’t in the cards for me, with the path I was on.”

“Didn’t littleAlexander ever dream of Prince Charming?” Magnus asked lightly, running histhumb slowly over Alec’s lower lip.

Alec opened his mouth slightly,sucking gently at the pad of Magnus’ finger. “It was my dirty little secret,” hereplied, letting Magnus pull away.

“It never has to bethat way again, baby,” Magnus promised. “You never have to feel like thatagain.”

“Ever since you cameinto my life, I’ve felt free.” Alec had felt like a burden had been relieved,like he could breathe easier, from the second he kissed Magnus in the middle ofthe aisle at his sham of a wedding. The next time he stood at the altar, itwould be with a man who loved him and saw him for exactly who he was. Magnushad shown him it was possible, and Alec would love him for it for as long as helived.

The smile on Magnus’face was affectionate and fragile. “Your wings are no longer bound, Alexander.Let them be.”

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Sometimes being a complete nerd comes in handy?

21. “Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

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Alec didn’t reallyenjoy anything about drinking—he wasn’t fond of the taste of alcohol in any ofits forms he’d tried or the weird state of mind he slipped into when the floatyfeeling of being tipsy had been drowned.

However, he was veryfond of the nights he spent curled against Magnus’ side on the couch, kissingwhiskey from his lips, reveling in the way the bite of it made his own mouthtingle, and the way Magnus could always manage to coax him into drinking a bitof some cocktail he referred to as a Bane Original, made special.

The end of the weekreally couldn’t have come any sooner for either of them. A spike in demonicactivity meant infinitely more work in both of their respective positions. Alecwas literally knee deep in ichor and mission reports while Magnus was burningthe candle at both ends providing services to clients during the day andbrewing potions and checking spell work at night.

As soon as Alec hadshouldered his way through the front door of the loft, he had nearly sunk tohis knees in defeat. His legs felt like jelly and his head was simultaneouslyswimming and aching. Managing to carry himself to the couch, he unceremoniouslydropped down onto it with a sigh, letting his eyes close from the first timesince five in the morning.

A sharp and sudden gustof wind and the faint popping sound of a portal opening along the back wallmade him crack one eye open, greeted by the sight of a slightly frazzled Magnusstepping through. The sleeve of his leather jacket was faintly smoking, and hisjaw was set in frustration.

Without saying a word,he came over to Alec and pressed a kiss to his temple in greeting then made hisway to the drinks cart with a mumble under his breath that sounded an awful lotlike “I need a fucking drink.” He reached immediately for the bottle of JackDaniels and poured himself a generous glass, downing it in one swallow beforegoing in for a refill.

“You should take yourjacket off before you catch something on fire,” Alec pointed out, waving hishand halfheartedly with his head against the back of the couch and his eyes onthe ceiling. A moment later, he heard the slide of fabric and then the way itlanded on the chair in the corner.

Magnus dropped downbeside him and immediately let himself fall sideways until his head waspillowed on Alec’s lap. “How would you feel about finding a remote corner ofthe world where we can never be reached by anything or anyone ever again?” heasked, swirling his drink thoughtfully.

“I’m ready to go whenyou are,” Alec replied, looking down at the sight Magnus made, spread outagainst him. It felt like some kind of cosmic joke that he got to come homeevery day to Magnus, fall asleep beside him, and wake up in his arms in themorning only for the whole thing to repeat infinitely. He could think of noamalgamation of good behaviors from his past that could explain why he wasgiven this extraordinary life.

With a heavy sigh,Magnus rolled over onto his back so he could look up at Alec. “As the mortalsay, thank god it’s Friday.” He reached up and caressed Alec’s face gently,thumb rubbing softly at the scar under his chin. “I thought today would never end;you’re a sight for very sore eyes, Alexander.”

Alec’s response was tolean down and kiss Magnus with more fervor than he thought he was even capableof at the moment, licking into his mouth indolently. The burn of whiskey waswelcome, and even the taste didn’t seem bad at all when paired with the distinctundercurrent of Magnus that lie beneath it.

Magnus hummedappreciatively, carding his fingers through the hair at the back of Alec’s headand scratching lightly at his scalp. He knew how much Alec’s loved it, and theinvoluntary shiver he released made Magnus smile against Alec’s mouth. “Can Iget you a drink too, darling?” he asked once they parted enough to speak.

“Please.” A cold glassfilled halfway with something pale blue materialized in Alec’s left hand. “What’sin this one?” he asked, peering into it curiously. Each time Magnus made him aBane Original, it was always different from the one previous.

Magnus tapped his shortnails against his glass, emitting a quiet clinksound, when he replied, “Something you’ll like.”

“With the week I’vehad, that’s good enough for me.” Alec took a generous swallow, feeling thedrink slide down the back of his throat like silk. There was definitely fruitjuice in it; mango was the dominant flavor. When he smelled it curiously,though, there was the faint aroma of something that smelled an awful lot likecleaning fluid.

When their glassesbecame dangerously close to empty, Magnus refilled them without a secondthought. Neither one kept count, happy to get lost somewhere between realityand somewhere far from it. The promptness of their speech slowed vastly as the amountof alcohol in their systems increased in volume. Every thought that had beenbuzzing angrily in Alec’s head all week just melted away. His thoughts werereduced down to Magnus; the center of his world, the pulse in his veins.

“‘Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine et nos amours faut-il qu’il m’ensouvienne,’” Alec whispered, breaking the silence they had lapsed into. Assoon as the words had left his mouth, he chuckled—he hadn’t thought of that poemin years; hadn’t read it in as many.

When he was a youngteenager, the rare time he had for himself he spent in the Institute library.He wanted to learn as many languages as he could juggle at the time, and duringhis study of French, he read a lot of poetry. Le Pont Mirabeau was one he’d had a fascination with, even thoughhe couldn’t understand why at the time. But now, somehow, in his drink-addledbrain, it all came flooding back as if he were reading it directly from thepage.

Magnus looked at him incuriosity, head tilted slightly and lips parted. He looked mesmerized, and itmade something warm bloom in Alec’s chest.

“‘La joie venait toujours après la peine. Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure lesjours s’en vont je demeure,’” Alec continued, holding Magnus’ cheekreverently.

“Are you trying to woome, Alexander?” Magnus asked with a smile, putting his hand over Alec’s. “Youknow that I’m already yours. But you speak beautifully.”

“Sometimes being acomplete nerd comes in handy,” Alec smiled.

“Bisou s'il vous plait,” Magnus hummed, puckering his lips, and Alecwas happy to comply, rejoining their lips with wet warmth.