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2.) Genetics

Title: Genetics Ship: Malec (OTP) Written By: @alyxhavok Word Count: 631 Summary: After a romantic night with Magnus, Alec reflects on how it ended up where it did… Warnings: There may be hints to sexy time… Okay definitely hints to sext time! 

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Alec groans as his body starts to wake up. He is sore, but for once pleasantly so. What happened last night was magical in a whole new way for Alec. He smiles and rolls over to look at the cause of his morning bliss, only to find red sheets and decorative pillows… No Magnus. He frowns as he sits up in the bed, the blanket falling off of his chest as he looks around, still no Magnus in sight, but the smell of bacon lingers in the air. Found him. He grumbles as he climbs out of bed and searches for his boxers…

He reflects on the night he had, a small smile playing on his lips. He had come over to Magnus’ loft for dinner as per his request for date night. He had not planned on things going as far as they did. 

Alec thought he was horrible at romance, but as the night continued he got more and more romantic… Talking about all the things he loves about Magnus… Everything that reminds him of Magnus when they are apart.

But it was Magnus that stole the show.

“Can I see them?” Alec’s voice is quiet and shy.

Magnus grins and chuckles slightly. “See what, Alexander?”

“Your eyes.” Alec’s tone is serious and light at the same time.

Magnus frowns, “Alexander?” He is nervous, what if Alec doesn’t like them… He knows he is just being silly.

“Please, Magnus.” The sound of his own name makes his heart thump rapidly against his chest. He closes his eyes and when he opens then again Alec is staring into the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen, golden yellow cat eyes peering into his soul. Jace’s eyes took second place, compared to Magnus’. “I love your eyes. You don’t have to hide them from me.”

Magnus smiles at Alec, “Never again, Alexander. Never again.”

“Beautiful.” Alec has nothing else to say and even if he did, it would have been lost as Magnus’ lips take over his own.

That was the first time they had made love… And Alec will be damned if it is the last. He finally locates his boxers and pulls them on before joining Magnus in the kitchen. Magnus is smiling and singing a song Alec has never heard before. Alec moves behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, placing small kisses behind Magnus’ ear, on his neck, and his jawline. “Delicious.” 

“Me or the food?” Magnus chuckles as he flips a pancake.

“Can I say both?” He whispers into Magnus’ ear. “Because that’s my answer.”

Magnus shakes his head with a smirk, “Sit down, it’s almost ready.” He points to the dining room table with his spatula. Alec lets Magnus go and Magnus frowns, he wants those hands back on himself.

Alec chuckles and takes his seat. When Magnus serves them, Alec can’t help himself, he grabs Magnus’ hand and laces their fingers together… “I meant what I said, Magnus.” Magnus looks at him with confusion, Alec takes pity, “Last night, you don’t have to hide anything from me, ever.” 

Magnus gets it immediately and smirks, “Darling, the last time I gave you a look at these eyes, you practically devoured me… Not that I’m complaining.” He shrugs as his fingers squeeze Alec’s hand.

Alec laughs softly and pulls Magnus’ hand to his lip, “Yeah, I was mesmerized by how gorgeous they were. Obviously your fault.” He teases the last bit.

Magnus rolls his eyes and sits down finally, “It’s called genetics, my love. So, not my fault.” He sticks his tongue out playfully at Alec.

“Then by the Angel, thank goodness for your genetics.” He winks and Magnus feels himself blush… Something that rarely happened to Magnus before Alec Lightwood stepped into his life.

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1.) Matamu

Title: Matamu Ship: Magnus/Alec Written By: @sfjessii Word Count: 1336 Summary: A (love)letter from Magnus to Alec. Warnings: Don’t think so. Additional Links: [ao3]

My dear Alexander,

My Love,

My Angel,

I can just see your face right now. That frown will stick to your brow one day. Don’t roll your eyes at me.

It feels strange writing this letter to you. I haven’t written you a letter before, which is curious for me, because I used to write a lot of letters, love letters, letters of complaint, letters of rage and wrath, even letters of diplomacy and peace offerings.

I used to be good at all of these, I used to be grand at finding all the right words, lavish, extravagant, exquisite, manipulative, or destructive. I had them all on the tip of my tongue, on the stroke of my pencil.

I feel like I haven’t ever written a letter like this. This council meeting is going awry and I feel like Luke, Raphael, and I should step in soon and end this fiasco, but I can’t deny we enjoy the bickering and pompous words some of these dimwits keep throwing around, and we will amuse ourselves a little while longer. You know us. I still, of course, wish you could have come, it would have been glorious. I keep imagining what witty comebacks you would have had, what delightful, sarcastic puns we could have come up with. I don’t have to mention that I’m missing you with every heartbeat.

I know you’re busy doing your best to keep ensuring world peace for all. Alright, sorry, that came out a little bit sarcastic. Sue me, or better, punish me when I’m back!

In all seriousness, I hope your meetings are going better than mine. I’m looking forward to hearing all about them, and yes, we can make out prior to talking, but talk we will.

Now, what is the purpose of this letter, you ask? Knowing you, you’re not actually asking, you’re just soaking up every single word I have written, visualizing, smiling, squinting. Am I right? Of course I am.

I must admit, I am still not sure myself. This isn’t a typical letter for me to write. I don’t feel the need to fill these pages with embellished prose, a poem perhaps? A love confession? In a way, presumably.

I simply felt this sudden urge to magic up pen and paper and write to you, because this High Warlock of Alaska (I think he’s lying actually and is just a minor magic user, a snarky snob, who loves to hear himself speak) reminded me of you and made my heart hurt. You know the kind, that screeching pling cutting through your chest.

Actually he doesn’t sound or look anything like you, except that he’s rather tall, taller than you. I just miss you, but I said so before.

You know that I’ve written hundreds of love letters and I received dozens of declarations of love in written form, as well. Lyrical, over the top, full of torment and bleeding emotions. A few even thought that serenading me was a proper advance. Sometimes it worked when they could actually sing! Oh, I must tell you about that one time… but that is for when I see you again.

You must be wondering by now. I am wondering myself, Alexander. Just give it a bit more time, I suppose the intent of this letter will be revealed soon. Maybe.

Please stop frowning when I’m not there to make you smile your ‘Magnus-you-are-so-melodramatic-and-unnecessarily-cryptic-but-also-so-sexy-and-irresistible-I-will-just-ignore-your-words-and-stare-at-your-face-and-body-instead-until-you-stop-talking’.

You better be smiling now, that was hell to write!

Alright, confession time. I don’t think I have told you this in so many words, but are you aware of how badly your eyes betray you? Because they do. They truly are your worst enemy, Alexander, and my most trusted confederates.

I confess I have thought too much about this, because even that first time you looked at me, your eyes left an impression on my mind, a footprint inside me I couldn’t erase. And I learned to read them, because they are even more honest than your body language or your words.

Granted it took me a while to learn their language, but they unravel you, your every emotion, and they unveil your every secret. How I used to envy Jace for not having to even try to understand – well, he made quite a galère of it a few times, can’t help being dimwitted – don’t worry I do tell him this to his face occasionally – but he can just dip into your bond and feel what you’re feeling, understand and support you, without exchanging a single question, a sole word. And I wanted to be able to do that so desperately. You are right, I am melodramatic and a fool, but that didn’t stop me from succeeding. You know I don’t shy away from hard work, or a challenge, and you are worth everything. And I can’t help feeling proud and accomplished for having mastered the art of conceiving your way of speaking.

They’re like explosions of stars, whole universes. Your eyes, in case I lost you by now. No, you better pay attention, my love, because this is important and I’m not joking around, I promise.

Seven weeks before you said those three words to me, they had already shown me. At the time I wasn’t sure, but I told you I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and I remember the exact moment.

It was just another demon hunt, another fight, and I know we’ve had countless of those, but that was the one. You told me to be careful, like you always do. But your eyes were different. I was about to answer something saucy, my lips had already parted and then my eyes caught that look… that imprint, that vigor that sent a shiver along my skin, pushed the air from my lungs and pierced through me with an intense, urgent tenderness I’ve never experienced.

They were practically screaming at me with affection, but then I was too dumb and overwhelmed to catch up. But I did and there’s nothing they can hide from me now. Mata anda mendalam. You can add this to your Indonesian knowledge… as soon as you translated it. You’re welcome.

I hope this isn’t scaring you, or making you want to hide. I never want you to hide anything from me. I don’t want to hide anything from you, either. The truth is that I have never known a more honest, genuine and caring being than you. It may come as a surprise, but I’ve been thinking about this a lot…

And I’m not saying anyone can read you like a book, Alexander, not even close to it. You can be as deceiving as anyone, but your true nature is far from it, and with those you love you don’t feel the need to be. And I never want you to. I’m so lucky and happy that I get to be with you, your perfect intrinsic authenticity. Alright, a few big words never harm, not in a love letter.

I have decided this is one after all, how else could it be? A unique, vast, ungainly, honest one, comparable to my love for you if you will. Yes, I’m smiling, too.

The werewolf just rudely interrupted my musings by punching me in my delicate face. Alright, he nudged my shoulder with his elbow. I’m just being silly now, but Raphael is about to start a shit storm right in front of us and I can’t miss that! I’m going to record it on my phone to show you later. Also expect some photos tonight, our lycanthropic friend talked us into teriyaki. Well, actually he has some leverage on our vampire friend which made him agree to this, I will no doubt acquire this information and fill you in.

Also… yes, I’m being genuine and adorable again. Trust me.

I’m going to learn to speak your language next, so you won’t ever have to wonder again. You never have to.

I’m yours.

Your melodramatic, hot-ass, coy, adoring-you Magnus

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Week Twelve: Eyes

Reminders!

Once your fic is completed, please submit it in. As stated previously it will not be anonymous. Also follow all the rules when submitting! Any ship is permitted so long as it doesn’t break our guidelines, and there is no word limit. Also if you’ve never participated before you can 100% jump right in!

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2.) Together

Title: Together Ship: Magnus/Alec Written By: @sfjessii​ Word Count: 1377 Summary: Alec faces an assignment (punishment) alone at night, Magnus shows up unexpected. Warnings: No Additional Links: [ao3]

The cold has infested in his bone marrow and he is sure he will never feel warm again. The night is dark, the stars are veiled by clouds and fog, his breath comes out in crisp, white puffs.

No matter how tightly he pulls his coat around him, or how deep he shoves his fingerless gloved hands into his pockets, he can’t get any warmer. He’d give a lot for a thermos of freshly brewed tea, but the one standing beside him on the window latch was emptied an hour ago. But then he wouldn’t even have had that if not for an unexpected visitor.

He mustn’t abandon his post until sunrise, then get a couple of hours of sleep if he’s lucky, and then go about his duties like everyone else. He can’t make a fire, doesn’t even have a blanket, though he doubts it would change a thing, he doesn’t seem to have body warmth to spare.

His post is a small office building, closed years ago, with a broken window and no working electricity. His assignment is to look out for ‘possible demonic activity’. He knows what that means, has known for the last week, ever since receiving his first assignment exactly like this one.

A special mission from The Clave. Just for him. When his mother told him he wanted to laugh in her face, but he didn’t. He stayed quiet, obedient, didn’t let her or anyone know how bitter and angry he felt. He didn’t even tell his siblings about it. Though they found out anyway.

At least he found a chair to sit on as he stares out of the window into the darkness. All the lights in the houses he can see are out by now. He doesn’t need to check to know it’s long past midnight, but not nearly close enough to leaving this place. He wishes he would spot some demons, anything would be better than sitting here, freezing. But he knows there aren’t any.

He can sense the presence of someone else instantly, and instantly knows that someone poses no threat to him, too.

Despite feeling like a block of ice, there’s a spark of warmth lit up in his belly, weaving a way into his heart. Soft tingles are spreading on his neck, in his fingers and toes he believed to be numb from the cold.

And there’s a smile playing around his lips. Even though he wanted to avoid this situation, he can’t but feel glad.

“He told you?” Alec turns his head slowly to get a look at his second unexpected visitor this winter night.

Magnus nods, taking a step closer, gauging Alec’s reaction to him being here as safe to proceed. At least Alec doesn’t seem mad he’s here, and though his voice sounds brittle from the cold, Magnus has no doubt the Shadowhunter would find the strength for anger if he wanted to.

He moves his hand lightly and watches Alec’s surprised expression as the lamps in the room light up.

Their eyes meet and lock and he wants to choke the life out of everyone who’s responsible for Alec being here, enduring this because he thinks he must. His lips are tinged blue, he’s pale and trembling lightly, probably too numb to even feel it.

“I don’t think we should-”

Magnus interrupts him quickly. “Don’t you think we should make it easier for those demons to find us?”

Alec’s mouth shuts again, seemingly unable to argue with Magnus’ logic. Alec must know he knows there are no demons anywhere close and haven’t been for a long time.

Magnus snaps his fingers and a warm blanket is wrapped around Alec’s body, also another chair appears next to Alec’s which Magnus occupies a moment later.

“Why are you here, Alexander?” He watches Alec’s profile, how he seems to want to argue for a moment but recedes to accept Magnus’ help. Magnus could find it amusing if it didn’t speak of how desperate Alec is for some warmth.

“Just a mission.” Alec murmurs, snuggling deeper into the blanket, a soft sigh leaving his mouth.

“I think we both know this is bogus and you shouldn’t be here. I take it no one but the vampire and I know?”

Simon texted him over an hour ago but he was dealing with a difficult client and he couldn’t make it any sooner, though finding Alec like this, he wishes he would have come right away. He wishes Alec would have told him about it.

Alec sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, pursing his lips before he speaks. “Jace and Izzy know, but I made them promise not to do anything about it or tell anyone else.” They were livid when they found out and threatened to punch a few faces in and tried everything to convince Alec to just stay at the Institute and 'fuck those ridiculous orders from those homophobic assholes’, Jace’s words. But Alec couldn’t do that.

“But why didn’t you tell me?” Alec glances at Magnus, having detected the unspoken words behind his question. He feels a rush of guilt, but he knows why, and Magnus must know, too.

“Because it’s my punishment to take, because I won’t complain or break for them, because this has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me, Alexander.” Magnus’ voice is laced with irritation.

Alec shakes his head, his eyes eagerly taking in the other man’s face. “No. I made the choice to come out when I did, and I didn’t do it because of you, but because I was so sick and tired of hiding myself, and I probably should have chosen a better time and place, but it was quite literally the last possible moment. But it was still my choice and I’m fully prepared to take the consequences, alone.”

Magnus is quiet for a long moment and Alec doesn’t know what to add, either. He’s just happy he has company, and that his body is warming up again. When Simon spotted him, Alec threatened him so he wouldn’t tell a soul… but then Simon returned with the thermos and offered more help which Alec refused stoically. The vampire probably thought Alec wouldn’t be able to refuse Magnus so easily, and now he can’t hide how relieved he is that Simon didn’t listen.

“Alexander, I think we need to be clear on one thing. You and I, we are in this relationship together, and if you have to face punishment for that, or any other reason, I’m going to face it with you.”

Before Alec has chance to say anything, Magnus stands, his arms and hands moving and he watches in astonishment as the broken window mends, the heating jumps to life, the desk and chairs vanish and he finds himself sitting on a small, comfortable couch instead, a table in front of him with a variety of hot drinks and two bowls of what smells suspiciously like pumpkin soup – which he loves – and then Magnus is right next to him, pulling the blanket over himself to share, his hand slipping into Alec’s, interlacing their fingers.

“Any complaints, Alexander?” There’s amusement in Magnus’ voice, in the little smile he shows him, and Alec’s defensive walls crumble and he can’t but smile a little in return, still feeling awed. Magnus is the one who never ceases to amaze him.

Alec shakes his head feebly, Magnus’ eyes drawing him in, and he tilts his head to press his warmed up lips on Magnus’ soft ones, sliding them gently against one another, letting the kiss speak for him how grateful he is for everything Magnus has just done for him, once again being a beacon in his darkness he can’t ignore or snuff out, even if he wanted to.

And though he would have endured countless more such horrid nights to prove himself and others that he’s not giving up - not himself, not his career, not Magnus – and anything they could come up with won’t break or change him, surely it is even better to defy The Clave and his mother by spending these nights with the man he feels immense affection for, and having a great time while doing so.

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1.) Magnus’ Favorite Season

Title: Magnus’ Favorite Season Ship: Malec (OTP) Written By: @alyxhavok Word Count: 364 Summary: Just a Headcannon of Magnus and Alec during winter… Warnings: Maybe spoilers… but not really

Winter is becoming one of Magnus Bane’s favorite seasons since meeting and falling in love with Alexander Lightwood…While he loves all the seasons, winter brings more of a flair for Magnus, a flair he had not known was a flair.

As the air becomes chilly Alec pulls the sweaters out, they are riddled with holes, yet comfortable. Sweaters have become a fashion choice of Alec’s that Magnus can no longer live without.

When it becomes too cold to take walks and enjoy the night air, they stay inside, curled by a fire Magnus conjured, while they sip hot chocolate and read in silence together.

When the snow falls, Alec insists on going outside and building snow people. All of their closest friends are invited over. Jace and Alec always get into snowball fights after a mysterious snowball smacks into both of their heads. Izzy and Clary make snow angels until pulled into the fight… Then they are a force to be reckoned with… Simon is busy trying to build the death star out of snow when a snowball destroys it… It is new found vampiric strength that allows him to pick up his now destroyed piece and throw it, hitting all four Shadowhunters… Raphael looms in a corner. Magnus secretly knows he enjoys being with them. Max stands next to Magnus as they watch the chaos their snowballs inflicted, they each wear matching grins of triumph.

After no winner is determined, everyone heads inside for a calm meal by the fireplace. Magnus waves his hand and holiday music starts playing. After dinner everyone sits down for a holiday movie. Jace and Clary huddled on the floor, holding each other. Simon in the chair, Izzy in his lap, asleep half-way through the movie. Luke and Jocelyn arrived for the movie, they sit next to Clary and Jace. Luke slapping Jace’s arm when he sees him getting too close to Clary. Max is asleep in Jocelyn’s arms before the movie even begins.

Alec and Magnus are cuddled on the couch, giving each other small kisses and soft touches, staying awake through the whole movie… Just to watch their family…

Winter is definitely Magnus’ favorite season.

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Week Eleven: Winter

Reminders!

Once your fic is completed, please submit it in. As stated previously it will not be anonymous. Also follow all the rules when submitting! Any ship is permitted so long as it doesn’t break our guidelines, and there is no word limit. Also if you’ve never participated before you can 100% jump right in!

Thank you and have a lovely week writing! Any questions, feel free to shoot them to the inbox!

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Masterlist: Week Ten

Darling

“Will You Put a Shirt On” by: @alyxhavok

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1.) “Will you put a shirt on?”

Title: “Will you put a shirt on?” Ship: Malec (OTP) Written By: @alyxhavok Word Count: 540 Summary: My thoughts on what could be happening in episode 1 of season 2… Magnus is working out Alec needs to talk… Stuff happens… Warnings: Maybe some slight spoilers… Additional Links: [ao3]

No knocking… No thinking… Just pure need to talk… This is what Alexander Lightwood feels as he bursts into Magnus’ loft without any announcement… Only to find him working out… without a shirt on…

Magnus’ back is turned to Alec and he has earbuds in so he does not hear or see Alec. It is only after Alec stares for a few moments that Magnus gets that feeling of being watched and turns to find the person he was hoping to see… “Well, hello, darling. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

He opens his arms as if to say ‘Welcome, make yourself comfortable…’ Alec stares at Magnus’ glistening chest, feeling as if whatever he had to say before is unimportant…

“Alexander?”

Alec shakes his head slightly, coming back to the real world, “Sorry, what was I saying?”

Magnus laughs a bit, “Nothing, yet. You were just staring.” Alec blushes, “No need to be embarrassed, I stare at you all the time.” He shrugs as if this is no problem… And really, between them, it isn’t.

Alec clears his throat. “I… ummm… I need to… ummm… Will you… ummm… I just need to ask…” He sighs, regretting the words he is about to say, but if he doesn’t, he will never get to the point. “Will you put a shirt on?”

Magnus looks confused, “Okay.” He grabs the closest thing to him, a hooded vest and throws it on, “You came all the way here to ask me to put a shirt on?”

Alec shakes his head, “No, but I couldn’t concentrate on what I came here for with you being half naked and sweaty.” He looks to Magnus’ still exposed arms… “Not that this helps entirely.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, “Okay, I was wondering if you could help me find Jace?”

Magnus’ eyebrows shoot up in question. They have already tried warlock tracking. Valentine has them blocked.

“This is going to sound crazy, but I think if you use your magic on me, I could Parabatai track Jace, without breaking the bond.”

Magnus doesn’t answer for quite some time and Alec paces the room, waiting for an answer… He stops by the balcony, looking over Brooklyn. “Never mind, it’s stupid, I know.”

Magnus shakes his head and moves beside Alec, placing a gentle hand on his, “I don’t think it is stupid, I think it is brilliant. I could put a protective spell over you and the bond to keep it from shattering. Give yourself credit for that.”

Alec nods slightly, “Okay,” he turns away and removes his jacket, “Let’s get started.”

Magnus shifts a little, “Wait? Now?” Alec nods as his shirt joins his jacket, and Magnus freezes midstep toward Alec, “Well, okay then.”

He directs Alec where to lay, then as Alec is pulling his stele from his pocket, doubt overcomes Magnus, “What if it doesn’t work and your bond breaks?”

Alec shrugs, “I hadn’t thought that far, but if so I guess that’s a risk I will have to take.” He adjusts himself comfortably and lays back.

Magnus brings his hands over Alec, “You’re sure about this?”

Alec nods as the stele begins tracing the rune…

Suddenly Alec drops the stele…

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Week Ten: Darling

Reminders!

Once your fic is completed, please submit it in. As stated previously it will not be anonymous. Also follow all the rules when submitting! Any ship is permitted so long as it doesn’t break our guidelines, and there is no word limit. Also if you’ve never participated before you can 100% jump right in!

Thank you and have a lovely week writing! Any questions, feel free to shoot them to the inbox!

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Masterlist: Week Nine

Letters

Alec Gets Adventurous Pt. 2 by: @alyxhavok

Just Five Extra Letters by: @intangibel

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2.) Just Five Extra Letters

Title: Just Five Extra Letters Ship: Malec (Magnus Bane / Alec Lightwood) Written By: @intangibel Word Count: 231 Summary: All his life he’s insisted on being called Alec but somehow when Magnus calls him Alexander, suddenly everything changes.  Warnings: NA

It’s only an extra five letters. It shouldn’t change the whole meaning. It shouldn’t have the power to stop him midstride. It shouldn’t make him want something he’s long ago realised he can never have.

And yet, when Magnus calls him Alexander the first time, Alec feels like someone really sees him for the first time ever. When Magnus calls him Alexander he doesn’t just feel like a soldier, like a son, like a brother, like another link in the chain of similar links – he feels like he’s important rather than necessary.

It’s Magnus’ whispered ‘Alexander’ that gives him a reason to fight, to cling on to consciousness, even though every other instinct is telling him to just let go, to sleep.

It’s Magnus saying ‘Alexander’ that causes his steps to falter where once he wouldn’t have thought twice about walking straight into a battle he was to come home from. 

It’s the way Magnus says ‘Alexander’ as though he’s the most important person in history, that drives him to fight for change so that no one will ever again be able to question the legitimacy of their love.

It’s only five extra letters but when Magnus asks ‘Will you marry me, Alexander?’ There’s never any doubt in his mind that, whether they get to share one day, one year or one lifetime together, saying ‘yes’ will be the best decision he’s ever made. 

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1.) Alec Gets Adventurous Pt. 2

Title: Alec gets Adventurous Pt. 2 Ship: Malec (OTP), Jace and Alec (BroTP) Written By: @alyxhavok Word Count: 1193 Summary: Magnus has a secret mission job, and his phone is not working… Alec freaks out… Alec and Jace may need to save him. Pt. 3 coming soon! Warnings: Some profanity… I guess… Additional Links: [ao3]

Alec: “Magnus Bane, don’t you dare hang the phone up… Hello? Magnus!”

Magnus: “I am still here, my love… but now I must go before…”

Dead silence, not a click of the phone or any noise at all…

Magnus shakes his phone and holds it up, still no signal. He knows Alec will panic about this, but there is nothing he can do about it now. He is already too far in to go back now…

“MAGNUS BANE!” A loud, booming voice comes over an intercom… “THE HIGH WARLOCK OF LIMA, GABRIELA GAGE WILL SEE YOU IMMEDIATELY.” Magnus rolls his eyes and makes his way to an office he has been in too many times to count.

“Gabby!” He beams at the woman, who in return just scowls… “I know, I know. I am not supposed to be in Peru, but I wouldn’t be here again if it wasn’t of the utmost importance. I am here to…”

“I know why you are here, Bane. I got all four hundred and seventeen of your letters requesting we drop the ban. You explained in great detail why you needed this favor. The only problem…” She is now wearing a sarcastic grin, and Magnus knows what is coming next. “I don’t care!”

Magnus frowns, “Well you could have written back and said as much.”

“Would you have obeyed if I had?” She sighs putting a hand to her head to stop the oncoming headache she blames Magnus for.

Magnus shrugs nonchalantly, “No, because this is more important than some stupid ban, no one can claim a reason for. So please just let me do my business and then I will be gone. I will never come back to Peru. You have my word.”

Gabriela rolls her eyes, but she is sympathetic. As long as she has known Magnus, she has known that he lives with his heart more than his brain. “I am giving you three days, Magnus. If you are not gone after that, you will be arrested and tried… Do you understand me?”

Magnus grins, “If I were not in the most committed and wonderful relationship I have ever had, I would kiss you right now.”

Gabby laughs, “Seeing as this is all for this…” She looks at one of the letters, “Alexander Lightwood, I deem it wise you don’t kiss me. Plus I would kill you if you did.” Magnus nods in understanding. “Go now before I change my mind.” Magnus begins to leave, “And if you mess anything up, you will pay for it to be fixed, Bane.” He doesn’t turn to her, instead he just waves a hand so she knows he heard her, and leaves.

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Catarina is pacing the floor with an expectant Alec and Jace staring at her, “Well, I shouldn’t.” She worries at her lip, “He asked me not to let anyone interfere… But if what you’re saying is true…”

“It is true. I feel like there is something wrong… We need to go save him!” Alec blurts out.

“The thing is that I know what he is doing and why he is in Peru, and I can’t tell you, so don’t ask.” She crosses her arms over her chest, “And I know it is very dangerous. So if you say something is wrong, I believe you.” She frowns and drops her arms. “I don’t know what to do. Betray my best friend and let his boyfriend jump into danger, or turn you away and possibly lose Magnus to this shit… Which might be nothing at all.”

Alec’s eyes widen, but Jace speaks first. “Look, Catarina, if it helps your decision… I can feel the danger, too, so I promise you this is something. Let us go save Magnus, because if we lose him, Alec will be destroyed and I cannot have that.

“Open. The. Portal.” Catarina sees the truth and desperation in Jace’s eyes…

“Fine.” She waves her hands and a blue portal appears before them, “Have either of you been to Peru.”

“Yes, when I was with Valentine…” Jace frowns.

Catarina looks apologetically at Jace, “Then you go through first. Alec, you follow… And for goodness sake, don’t die.”

They both nod as they disappear through the portal. Catarina closes it and drops onto her couch worried now, not just for Magnus, but Alec and Jace as well.

**** “Have you seen Alec? He isn’t anywhere in the institute.” Izzy asks as she finds Clary in the training room, looking bewildered.

Clary shakes her head, “Same for Jace. We were supposed to go out on a hunt but he never showed.”

Izzy looks around hoping one of them might appear, but nothing. “Could they have gone on the hunt without you?”

“Maybe, but it was supposed to be just me and Jace.” She pulls her phone out, “I’m going to call him.” She dials his number quickly.

Jace: “Hey, it’s Jace. Not here, leave a message.”

Clary hangs up and shakes her head at Izzy. It’s Izzy’s turn to call Alec.

Alec: “Ummm… Why do I need to record a stupid voicemail greeting. *Magnus and Jace muffled in the background explain why.* Whatever, it’ll do, just shut up. Leave a message or whatever.”

Izzy hangs up and starts cursing in Spanish.

“Magnus, we can call Magnus!” Clary immediately starts dialing.

Magnus: “Magnus Bane speaking…”

Clary covers the mouth piece, “He answered.”

Clary: “Magnus, thank go…”

Magnus: “No, I’m kidding. I have much better things to do at the moment than answer my phone, please leave a message, I might call you back. Unless it is Alexander. If so, I will call you back immediately, my love.”

She hangs the phone up and sighs, “Have you ever noticed how his voicemail is kind of rude… then when it gets to the part about your brother it’s all sweet and stuff?”

Izzy smiles and nods, “Of course, they are in love.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

Izzy’s phone starts ringing, she hopes it is Alec or Jace. She doesn’t even bother to look at the name before answering.

Izzy: “Jace? Alec?”

Simon: “No, I’m Simon. Is Alec there?”

Izzy: “No we have been looking for him, but he is gone. He didn’t leave a note or anything. That is not like him. What if he was kidnapped or worse?”

The panic is really starting to set in.

Simon: “Crap! I am too late.”

Izzy: “Too late… Too late for what, Simon.”

Simon: “I was supposed to keep him from looking for Magnus. Raphael just told me, so really this is not my fault.”

Izzy: “From what? Why would he look for Magnus… Oh shit. Did Magnus already leave for Peru?”

Simon: “Yeah, apparently on some super secret mission. All I know is that it’s really dangerous and I was supposed to make sure Alec stayed put in New York.”

Izzy looks to Clary who is waiting for details.

Izzy: “Meet us at Catarina’s. We are going to Peru.”

She hangs up the phone and explains everything to Clary as they gather weapons and gear.

****

Catarina answers her door to find more Shadowhunters and a vampire… “What now?”

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Phone

Safewords by: @reivenesque​

Alec Gets Adventurous Pt. 1 by: @alyxhavok

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2.) Alec gets Adventurous Pt. 1

Title: Alec gets Adventurous Pt. 1 Ship: Malec (OTP), Jace and Alec (BroTP) Written By: @alyxhavok Word Count: 444 Summary: Magnus has a secret mission job, and his phone is not working… Alec freaks out… Alec and Jace may need to save him. Pt. 2 coming soon! Warnings: Some profanity… I guess… Additional Links: [ao3]

Alec: “Why can’t you tell me where you are?”

Magnus: “I told you darling, I can’t divulge any information that could lead back to you or anyone else I care about… If I tell you where I am you will come looking for me… This is too dangerous.”

Alec: “Magnus, I am a Shadowhunter, I hunt demons for a living… What you’re doing cannot be that bad…”

Magnus: “But it is… I love you… And I will be back in a week.”

Alec: “Magnus Bane, don’t you dare hang the phone up… Hello? Magnus!”

Magnus: “I am still here, my love… but now I must go before…”

Dead silence, not a click of the phone or any noise at all…

Alec: “Magnus? Magnus!”

Panic rises in Alec’s body… “Jace, we need to Parabatai track Magnus… I have no idea what he is doing, but I need to find him… I think he is in danger…”

Jace nods “Okay, do you have anything of his?”

Alec thinks, “Not on me?” He thinks of his bedroom and blushes… “I have something of his… in my room.” Jace raises a curious eyebrow… “Shut up…” He pulls Jace along to find the object…

Jace looks around the room, clothes are everywhere. He picks up a pair of black underwear that say Warlock on the butt in silver glitter… “These what you’re looking for?”

Alec’s eyes widen as he snatches the underwear from Jace… “No, I am looking for his shoes… or any article of clothing that aren’t these.” Alec stuffs the underwear into a drawer… then looks around a bit more, finally spotting one of the shoes.

Jace, meanwhile, is inspecting the clothes strewn around the room, “Damn, Alec, getting freaky in here? I never thought you would be so fearless as to just go at it under the same roof as Maryse, what if she catches you?”

Alec scoops the shoe up and pushes Jace from his room, “Out! Nothing in there concerns you or Maryse anymore. Now can we just do this already?” Jace nods, draws the runes and they start tracking…

****

“Peru, I thought Magnus was banned from Peru?” Jace is staring at Alec intently…

Alec worries at his lip, “He is, which means he is in a whole world of trouble if he is caught there… Come on?”

Jace frowns and shakes his head, “How the hell are we supposed to get to Peru without a portal?”

Alec sighs, “We are not going to Peru without a portal… Now let’s go find Catarina.” He grins.

Jace’s face matches Alec’s… Oh how he loves it when Alec gets adventurous… “Let’s go find your boyfriend.”

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Title: Safewords. Ship: Magnus/Alec. Alec and Lydia Brotp. Minor Lightwood Family Feels. Written By: @reivenesque Word Count: 3808 words. Summary: There are abs on his screen, sweaty glistening, toned abs. So toned it’s almost an 8-pack instead of a 6-pack. Slick with sweat and almost shimmering under the vintage lighting of Magnus’ loft, staring back up at him like it’s a piece of juicy meat and he’s the hungriest predator in the vicinity. Warning: None. Additional Links: ao3 Dedicated to: my other ever suffering yet lustrous Soul Sis @hikaru9 and my lovely beta @sfjessii.

After twenty plus years of suffering through hours of repetitive, boring official meetings filled with monotone ramblings and a lot of dead air, Alec has perfected both the art of detached interest and incognito texting. Although through the years the incognito part of the texting has become more and more difficult to successfully pull off. He isn’t like Izzy and Max whose fingers fly through the touch screen keypads like people with far too much experience for their years, or Jace whose fingers fly through the keypads just the same but with far less accuracy and far less concern over the spelling or grammar. Alec thinks he’s become far too fluent in Jace-text-speak than is normal. Unlike his siblings though, when he doesn’t have a bow in his grasp the fingers of his hands spontaneously turn into all-thumbs. He misses the days when phones had actual buttons.

His first phone was a Nokia 3315 and he’s convinced it’s secretly a magical artefact not unlike his own bow. He was once stupidly caught cornered by a couple of demons in an alleyway by himself, his weapons knocked clean out of reach and the only thing he had on his person was the phone. It was a spur of the moment decision to throw it at the demon closest to him and somehow that distracted them long enough for Alec to make an all or nothing leap for his bow. Unfortunately the phone did not come out of that battle unscathed. It was ruined, but even before it expired it managed to accept one last call from Jace asking Alec where he was.

Alec still keeps the remnants of that phone in a special commemorative box in a drawer at his desk.

What was his mom saying again? He decides to do a mental check-in.

“—once again I am left sorely disappointed at the incompetence—”

Well nothing new to report there.

At least his mom has stopped referring to Magnus as the abomination. She’s gone past the actively trying to talk him out of it stage into the silently seething stage which is truthfully a breath of fresh air. Nowadays she actively tries to not talk about him or acknowledge that he exists at all unless it’s inevitable that their paths cross or she absolutely has to refer to him for one reason or another, only then does she actually call Magnus ‘him’with accompanying spittle containing at least 17 percent venom.

He really thinks that Magnus is starting to grow on her.

“Do you have anything to add, Alec?”

Yes. The Clave is stupid. Their rules are stupid. This whole meeting is stupid. What was it about again? He can’t even remember. He wishes he was at home tucked into bed with Magnus as the little spoon under a heap of blankets on Magnus’ golden Egyptian cotton sheets because it really was made for the Pharaohs.

“No, mother. You’re absolutely right.”

He thinks it’s the right answer because she doesn’t glare at him and subsequently moves on to another subject. Anything that doesn’t dispute her indubitable rightness is never the wrong thing to say.

He feels the vibration of an incoming text from the left side pocket of his jeans and with the skills befitting a synchronized swimmer and the grace of above water goose, he manages to slide the cell phone out of his all of a sudden far too tight pants while keeping his visible self absolutely aloof and at-attention. He’s so slick even Izzy and Jace who are sitting on either side of his position at the foot of the table, directly in his mother’s line of sight don’t notice a thing. Lydia and his father are in mirror positions at the opposite end of the table. Alec’s pretty sure the only one who actually wants to be at this meeting is his mother. His dad looks like he’s pining for the company of his pillow. Jace is outright yawning and Izzy looks impeccably dishevelled as only Izzy can look. Even Lydia’s looking around at all the disgruntled faces in the room like she’s having the exact same train of thought as Alec. When their eyes meet from across the length of the table, the silent acknowledgement that this meeting is utter bullshit goes absolutely without saying.     

How’s your meeting, my dear? The text is surprisingly unsurprising from Magnus. Surprising considering that it’s barely 8 A.M. and Magnus doesn’t usually leave the company of his bed until at least 9.30, unless Alec stays in late, then sometimes they don’t leave the bed at all. Unsurprising since it is Magnus and Alec had dragged away the blanket before he left because if he couldn’t be curled up nice and comfily in bed then Magnus wasn’t allowed to either.

Kill me now. Or at least magic some coffee into my stomach and patience into my soul. It takes him far too long to type out that message after having to backspace multiple times because his thumb keeps on hitting the S instead of the A and he M instead of the N. He hates touch screen keypads so much.

That enjoyable huh? Alec can almost see the feline grin on Magnus’ face and he kind of wants to punch that expression right off his being, and then kiss him right on his stupid face. What was his mother saying again?

“—ashamed!”

I regret all tge choices I’ve made in life tgat has leaf me up to tgis point.He doesn’t even care about spelling anymore. Spelling doesn’t even matter when he’s likely to get nettled to death by his mother’s silent disapproval and vocalised shame.

You wound me Alexander. Followed by a series of sad and teary eyed emojis.

You know what I mean. He’s lying, he still cares about grammar and spelling, he isn’t an uneducated mundane.

No, I don’t think I do.Followed by a couple of streaming tears emoji.

I LOVE YOU STUPID.

Yes, I think I may have a vague idea now.Magnus continues his abuse of emojis.

“Am I boring you, Alec?”

Yes.

“No, mother, I’m seriously reflecting on my past actions.”

“Good.”

He feels Izzy’s grin before he turns to look at her, just in time to catch her mouthing, ‘ass kisser’ at him.

He whispers back when his mother has her back turned to them. “Not the ass I want to be kissing.”

“By the angel!” Jace exclaims from his left side, his tone one of horror and attracting all the attention to him.

“Yes, Jace? Is something wrong?” Maryse asks concerned. Looking intently at Jace and not noticing both Alec and Izzy almost sputtering trying to contain their laugh.

“Wha—N—No, Maryse. What I mean is…uh, by the Angel, only now…uh, I…only now I realise what trouble Clary and I have caused you and Alec and the Clave and we’re…uh, really sorry.”

His explanation is so unconvincing even Maryse looks sceptical at her Golden Boy Jace.

Need safe-word for when I need you to come rescue me from boring meetings.

How about ‘canoodle’?Alec tries hard not to physically roll his eyes.

How about ‘medium rare’?

…you’re never going to let me live that down are you?

Depends.

On what? It’s the first time Alec’s got Magnus in the text version of being speechless.

The level of canoodling.

How about this?Magnus texts back and Alec has to wait a few seconds until whatever it is Magnus is sending him comes though.

He looks away from the phone for a split second while waiting for the text to come in, determining that his mother has moved on from Jace’s half-ass explanation with barely a suspicious glint. Izzy keeps on glancing at him with a teasing look that he does his best to ignore. Jace has not made eye contact with him or anyone at the table for the last 7 minutes which counts as almost a record. If Alec wasn’t Alec and Jace wasn’t Jace, he’d think that his parabatai was even blushing.

His phone vibrates in his hand, signalling that whatever Magnus has deign to send him has finally come in. It’s a picture file that he opens without a second thought.

He lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a strangled choking sound and someone stepping on a cat; both the person and the cat, attracting all the attention to him. He tries to cough to cover up his shame but it’s too late.

“Yes, Alec. What is it now?”

He tries not to choke on the oxygen he’s inhaling. “N-Nothing, mother. I just swallowed a fly.”

“There are no flies in the institute,” Izzy says unhelpfully. Alec glares at her.

“Only ones named Simon,” adds Jace, equally unhelpfully. Alec wonders if it’s too late to put in a request for a new sister and a new parabatai.

Lydia shoots him a questioning look and he tries to telepathically beg her for help. “I have been getting complaints about bug infestations in the Institute. I think it has something to do with the crypt in the basement.”

Alec wants to buy Lydia shots, and lots of it. Maybe even a mundane house in the suburbs.

His mother lets out an ever suffering sigh but decides not to continue her line of questioning.

And the meeting once again resumes. At this point Alec doesn’t know head nor tails or what’s going on or what his mother is even talking about and he isn’t even pretending to. He dares a glance at the picture again.

There are abs on his screen, sweaty glistening, toned abs. So toned it’s almost an 8-pack instead of a 6-pack. Slick with sweat and almost shimmering under the vintage lighting of Magnus’ loft, staring back up at him like it’s a piece of juicy meat and he’s the hungriest predator in the vicinity. Medium rare indeed.

I didn’t mean actually kill me. I’ve grown pretty fond of being alive thanks so much.

Are you impressed, my dear?Alec can almost hear the smugness in his tone.

No. Not even a little bit. Not even at all. What the hell are you doing anyway? Please tell me you’re not doing one of those fake candid selfies of yourself.

I love you Alexander and I love everything you love, but I truly am going to throw out 10 Things I Hate About You if you don’t stop quoting it every other conversation. And to answer your questions. 1. I’m working out, if you must know. You think his dazzling physique maintains itself my love? And 2. No I am not doing one of those fake candid selfies, don’t worry your pretty little head off. A selfie is just a selfie.

At this point Alec has given up trying to look even remotely interested in what his mother is saying.

Like the way that hell is just a sauna?

Magnus texts back some devil horn emojis but with no text. After a few seconds, another text with an attached picture comes in. Alec is almost too afraid to look.

But not afraid enough.

His heart starts palpitating. His palms become clammy. He forgets how to swallow or breathe. His boyfriend truly is the devil.

There are biceps on his screen. Rippled, muscular biceps gleaming with still dripping sweat. Slightly veiny yet toned and taut and shining like a sexy beacon calling Alec towards the deadly rocks and his almost certain doom.

All of a sudden he doesn’t feel too well. His head feels light and his heart is thundering in his chest.

“Alec, are you okay?” He hears Izzy ask through the muddled haze that used to be his somewhat competent mind and constitution. He thinks this must be what the sailors in Greek mythology felt like when they heard the songs of the Siren.

Unwanted attention turns to him once again.

“Alec?” he hears his mother and the concern in her voice is unnerving.

“Sorry. I-I just…I just felt a little light headed for a minute,” he says, trying to cover up the four shades of pink his face has probably adopted. Both Jace and Izzy look at him in concern. But Lydia has a knowing look on his face that he neither likes nor appreciates. Alec thinks at some point his father actually fell asleep with his eyes open because he isn’t reacting to anything at all. He’s just sitting there silent, arm crossed over his chest and eyes wide open. Like, eerily wide.

“I think this would be the best place to end this absolutely enlightening and engaging meeting, don’t you, Maryse?” The emphasis on the two words make it apparent that Lydia is neither enlightened nor engaged. “Everyone’s been running ragged these past couple of days trying to deal with the influx of demon activity. I think they deserve the day off. Unless there’s some pressing matter at hand, of course.”

Maryse glowers at Lydia, but doesn’t refute her words. “Of course.”

“Well that’s that then,” Lydia says, getting to her feet. Alec doesn’t like the look she keeps sending his way because it’s the same look Izzy has on when she thinks she’s discovered some huge secret of his. He especially hates it now because Izzy is looking at him with the same exact expression and the same lopsided grin. He doesn’t appreciate the look Izzy and Lydia are exchanging with each other either. He wishes there was a way to go back to the time when everyone hated and didn’t trust Lydia at all. But then again, she did just give him the day off.

He almost leaps to his feet, startling Jace out of his happy place where he isn’t envisioning his beloved parabatai kissing anyone’s ass on loop and all is right in the world. Jace still can’t look him in the eye without seeing Magnus’s ass in the very next frame. He wants Clary to hug him and pat him on the head and kiss the nightmares away.

Alec is startled when Jace suddenly jumps up and even faster than regular Nephilim speed, disappears out the door and down the corridor like he has a hoard of Drevak demons on his ass.

No one knows how to react.

“Well. I think I’m going to go lie down,” Alec says after a while and begins his retreat. If he’s fast enough, he can get out of there before Lydia or Izzy can make—

“Try not to overexert yourself while doing all that laying down,” Izzy says.

“Being able to lay down in bed is such a magical activity,” Lydia says.

Alec feels betrayed by them both.

“Oh by the angel!” Maryse exclaims, her face in her hand. She points one manicured finger out the door and turns to her son.  “Alec, go do what you need to do. I don’t want to know about it, I don’t want to hear the insinuation of it. Next time we have a meeting we’re leaving the phones at the door. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Alec can’t get out of there fast enough. He whips out his phone and frantically types out, MEDIUM RARE MEDIUM RARE MEDIURM RAR MEDIUM RARW MWDIUM TARW CANOODLING CACCNOOLDING MEDIUMRAARW.

He slams open the door of his room just in time to see a purple portal open up at the far end wall beside his closet. He doesn’t speed up his gait at all. Nope, not at all.

He exits on the other side to the welcoming atmosphere of Magnus’ eclectic loft and the sight of Magnus in an absolutely offensive sleeveless grey hoodie. And he’s actually doing reps with a dumbbell on a bench that he’d probably magicked out from nowhere in particular. Actually it looks suspiciously like the workout bench in Jace’s room. How dare he? He upped the ante of the candid selfie of himself. This is an accidentally on purpose intentional work-out walk-in. How very Magnus. And how dare he?

“Alexander,” Magnus says, looking up with a wide smile as if he’s at all surprised to see Alec standing there looking all flushed and absolutely scandalised. This just won’t do.

Alec struts towards Magnus with a purpose in his gait and mission in his heart. At this point Magnus has dropped this entire farce of a workout and put down the dumbbell.

Sweat is trickling down the center of his glistening heaving chest, between his tanned, perfectly sculpted pecs peeking out over the precariously zipped up hoodie. Alec hates that hoodie. Since when did Magnus actually own hoodies? They seem far too innocuous and plain for his taste. But maybe that was his plan all along. Either way, Alec hates that hoodie and he needs it to come off, right now.

He grabs his shocked boyfriend by the undone lapels and in one swift move, rips it open. This time it’s Magnus’ turn to look absolutely flustered in shock and unconcealed glee. He can’t even concentrate enough to keep up his glamour. His cats’ eyes watch Alec like a predator, but in that moment no one can really tell which one of them is the predator and which one is the prey.

One obstacle out of the way for Alec when he finally gets the offending article of clothing off his boyfriend’s exquisite person and lets it fall to the floor in a heap. He feels Magnus’ hand fiddling with the buttons of his own shirt before he reaches into his pants and pulls out his stele, dropping it to the floor without care.

Magnus has a look on his face that’s half experienced 400 year old warlock and half 7 year old child in a toy store that’s made entirely out of candy. Alec likes this side of him. He likes it even more when he backs Magnus up against couch, the back of his knees hitting the footrest and stopping them both in their tracks. Alec spares a glance down Magnus’ now shirtless torso and the way his sweaty shoulders and chest are almost luminous under the warm light and the glowing crescent moon hanging in the night sky. The taut, lean muscles of his biceps and his well-defined abs usually hidden under layers of expensive fabric and precious jewels.

For the first time since they met, Alec actually realises that this is his. Magnus is all his. He doesn’t have time to contemplate the meaning of it all before he feels himself subconsciously grasping Magnus by the side of his face and plating a kiss on his lustrous, glitter gloss covered lips. The kiss lasts a good minute before Alec pulls back and shoves Magnus back onto couch when he lands an unceremonious, scandalised yet tantalised heap. His sparkling cat eyes never once looking away or even blinking. He hasn’t said anything the whole time but his gaze speaks volumes in surround sound.

Alec’s not exactly sure what he’s doing or where he’s going with this, it almost like his body is moving of its own accord regardless of how ridiculous his brain is telling him he probably looks right now. All of a sudden he feels all of his 20 plus years of virginity greeting him like that one annoying jokester in class everyone only pretends to like but then rolls their eyes at when he’s done walking away.

What is he doing?

Taking off his shirt evidently, a completely vulgar and unsanctioned act and he’s pretty sure he didn’t verbally permit his body to do such a thing. But he’s unbuttoning the last few buttons on his unsurprisingly monotonous long sleeve black shirt and Magnus is looking at him like the sexiest awkward virgin in all the land. Magnus’ gaze is more inspiring than Shia Labeouf entire 30 minute motivational spiel. Alec only knows about that because Jace watches the video on repeat to psych himself up before a mission. But why is he thinking about Shia Labeouf and Jace when Magnus is shirtless and dishevelled and sprawled out right there?

He whips his shirt off his back and to the side, this time watching as Magnus’ glittering eyes rake hungrily across his own body.

Alec takes a deep breath, all while his brain is still yelling at him about what a bad idea this is. Monumentally bad. Walk of shame back to the institute bad. Even worse than when he and Magnus only had drinks because Izzy and Lydia will know. His mother knows. Oh god, Alec cannot get over what a bad idea this is and starts contemplating how he managed to get himself into such an awkward situation. He was having a really good day too. And he still owes Lydia some shots and a nice beige house in the heart of suburbia.

Magnus on the other hand doesn’t seem to share Alec’s insecurity and embarrassment as he reaches over before Alec can react and grabs onto the buckle of Alec’s belt, dragging him back onto the couch where they land a sandwiched heap.

“Nice of you to join me, my love. It was getting very lonely and very cold on his sofa by myself.”

Alec can’t seem to find the words, or even remember how to form actual words. “Medium rare,” he says instead.

Magnus smiles, one of those small but genuine ones where his eyes sparkle like they’re reflecting the stars in the solar system all at once. “Have I ever told you that you’re the most adorable person I’ve ever met in my 400 years of life?”

Alec would have been even more touched by Magnus’ words if he wasn’t feeling so awkwardly long on the couch, draped over Magnus in a rather uncomfortable position, propping himself up by the elbows on either side of Magnus’ head and his legs hanging uselessly over the edge. “I’m sure you say that to all the boys.”

“No, I don’t,” Magnus replies simply, his expression still easy going and playful but the glint on his eyes hardened and serious. “I love only you, Alexander Lightwood.”

Alec answers Magnus’ heartfelt confession with his lips. He feels Magnus’s hands fiddling with the buckle of his belt, but this time it’s Magnus who suddenly pulls away. He locks eyes with Alec, his face and entire body language serious yet understanding and comforting. “Only if you really want to,” he says, looking deep into Alec’s eyes.

And for the first time today Alec’s mind is clear and unwavering and he thinks, yes, he does. “I really do, Magnus. Only with you.”

Magnus smiles and it’s the most gorgeous sight Alec has had the pleasure to behold.

In the meeting room back at the Institute, Robert Lightwood with his eyes still open, his arms still crossed and his posture still rigid, sleeps on without a care.

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I just resubmitted it. Thanks!

Its officially in the queue!