magnus and alec + “stay there. i’m coming to get you”
The loft was alive with animated conversation and joyful laughter, Magnus’ guests already having a brilliant time. He spotted Dot and Gretel in the corner of the room talking to Bat, and Catarina had coaxed Raphael into dancing. Luke and Simon were chatting and various other guests milled around, smiling at Magnus as he passed them.
He glanced around the crowd for the third time, but he still couldn’t see Alec — and it wasn’t like he was hard to miss. Isabelle, Jace and Clary had arrived some time ago, which meant Alec had probably got waylaid at the Institute with last minute paperwork or something, and told the others to go on ahead.
Magnus pulled his phone out of his pocket and stared at it, but his lock screen was free of notifications. Usually, Alec texted to say he was working late, but Magnus’ worrying was pushed aside when Madzie ran to him with a wide smile.
He picked her up and spun her around, and when she asked him to dance with everyone, he found he couldn’t refuse. After half an hour and still no sign of Alec, though, he was starting to feel a little on edge.
“Isabelle,” he said, wandering up to her, “have you seen Alec?”
She shook her head. “He left with us, but said he wanted to stop somewhere on the way.” She stood up on her tiptoes and craned her head. “He’s not here yet?”
Magnus frowned and looked around the room again.
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Isabelle said, with a knowing smile. “He said something about a surprise for you.”
The words should have charmed Magnus but he just felt nervousness churn in his stomach. Part of him felt ridiculous — Alec was more than capable of handling himself — but he also wanted to make sure his boyfriend was okay.
He left Isabelle with a smile and slipped away from the crowd to call Alec.
“Hello?”
“Babe, I — oh, shit fuck —” there was a clatter and a burst of static through the phone “— I’m on my way, I swear. I’ll be five minutes.”
“What’s happening?” Magnus asked.
“Ran into some Kuri demons,” Alec said, sounding breathless. “I’m fine, I — fuck —”
“Where are you?” Magnus asked, already drawing on his magic to make a portal.
“Brooklyn Bridge,” Alec said, then swore again and a demon screeched in the background.
“Stay there,” Magnus said, though he doubted Alec was thinking of going anywhere, as the portal flickered into life. “I’m coming to get you.”
Less than a second later he stepped out onto the bridge and found Alec in the middle of a battle with several demons. Magnus strode towards them with his magic sparking, then slammed his hands forward and released a wave of blue magic over the immediate area without even breaking a sweat.
The demons disintegrated in a shower of sparks and Alec pulled up short, seraph blade swinging at his side.
“Hey,” Alec said, breaking into a bright smile. He wiped his blade clean on his jacket and then his eyes went wide as he remembered he was on his way to the party. Magnus tutted fondly and snapped his fingers, cleaning the jacket.
“Is this what you call fashionably late?” Magnus teased, as Alec drew him in for a kiss, deep and heated and much more than just a hello.
Magnus pulled back after a moment, feeling smug despite being kissed breathless. He knew what effect seeing him do magic like that had on Alec and, true to form, Alec’s hazel eyes were dark as they regarded him.
“Would have been rude to show up empty handed,” Alec replied, walking over to pick up a bunch of beautiful white and red flowers that were propped up against the wall of the bridge. He returned to Magnus and caught his hand, kissing his knuckles. “For you.”
Magnus took the flowers with a smile, feeling a little weak in the knees.
“You’re ridiculous,” he said fondly. He pressed a kiss to Alec’s lips and then made another portal. “Back to the party?”
Malec + 39? With a little bit of angst but happy ending/comfort?? Or whatever you’re feeling cause I trust your judgement and it’s gonna be amazing no matter what :) Also, I just found your blog with all the fic give always and I just fell in love, your writing is just the absolute best! Congrats on the followers! 💕💕
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thank u sm i’m :”)) this is set after 2.10 so it’s more hurt/comfort than angst but i hope you like it!!
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magnus and alec + “don’t cry”
It’s one of the longest days Magnus can remember having had in years.
By the time they get back to the loft, he’s lost track of how many hours have passed. There’s so much still to do — so many bodies to bury, so many people to mourn, so many questions that need answering — but both he and Alec are exhausted. They’re not much good to anyone right now.
The portal closes behind them. Magnus takes a step forward to get to his drinks cabinet; the physicality of the action of pouring a drink will soak up some of the energy still fizzing through him. It needs a steady hand and a moment of concentration, and it’s a welcome distraction — however temporary — from thinking about the horrors that transpired at the Institute the night before.
Alec follows him immediately, still holding Magnus’ hand, their fingertips just brushing. When Magnus pulls away, just to take the stopper off the decanter of whiskey, he feels gentle hands brush against his lower back and slide around his middle until they lace together just over his belly button. Alec stands behind him, chest plastered to Magnus’ back, and rests his forehead against Magnus’ shoulder.
“Do you want anything?” Magnus asks, pouring himself some of the whiskey. Alec shakes his head.
“I just want to be close to you,” Alec mumbles against Magnus’ jacket.
The words are raw with unspoken pain but tender, too, and Magnus lets himself sink back against Alec, both of them finding comfort in touch.
They make their way to the couch, Alec never letting go of Magnus’ hand. He sits beside him, alternating between clasping one of Magnus’ hands in both of his own and cupping Magnus’ face. All the while his eyes never leave Magnus’, just drinking him in.
“I’m here,” Magnus says softly. “We’re here.”
Alec swallows visibly and nods. “I know.”
Magnus puts his glass down and pulls Alec to him, wrapping his arms around him tightly. The tension in Alec’s frame bleeds out of him almost immediately and he buries his face against Magnus’ neck.
“I was so scared,” he says, voice muffled. “I thought — I —”
“Hey,” Magnus says soothingly, stroking Alec’s hair, his fingers curling through the dark strands. He shushes Alec quietly, not realising Alec is crying until he feels warm tears on his neck. “Don’t cry. I’ve got you.”
Alec clutches tighter at Magnus’ jacket, his words pouring out of him in a rush of overwhelming emotion. “I couldn’t find you, I couldn’t see you anywhere and I — I know you’re here but I feel like the minute I let you go, you’ll disappear, and I’ll wake up to a world without you in it.”
Magnus’ heart breaks at Alec’s words. He disentangles himself from Alec just enough so he can hold Alec’s face in his hands, looking right at him when he speaks. He hopes Alec can hear the sincerity in his voice.
“I promise I’m here,” Magnus says. “This is real.” He strokes his thumb along Alec’s cheekbone, Alec’s tear-damp eyelashes fluttering closed at the touch. “When I found you outside the Institute, I can’t begin to explain the relief I felt. Knowing you were safe, it meant everything.”
Alec opens his eyes and his lips curve up into a small, sad smile.
Magnus tips his head forward to rest against Alec’s. “I love you,” he says.
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maia and izzy + “you’re important, too.”
Maia’s tucked under her uncomfortably warm bedcovers when the soft knock sounds at her bedroom door. She groans and pokes her head out the blankets with a cough that sounds more pitiful than she’d like.
“Who is it?” she calls.
The door opens a crack and Izzy pokes her head around it, long dark hair swinging with the movement. She’s wearing Maia’s denim jacket over a short black dress and a gentle smile.
“Hey, mi cielo,” she says, taking a step further into the room. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
“I’m fine,” Maia says, then sneezes three times in a row. “I’m just working up the energy to get dressed.”
Izzy sends her a look as she takes off the jacket and hangs it over the back of Maia’s desk chair. A stack of textbooks are piled on the desk, one left open and covered in Post It notes for her upcoming exams. At the side of the desk is a small waste bin, currently orbited by tissue satellites.
“Okay,” Maia amends with a grumble, “maybe I’m not fine. But you are. You should still go to family dinner - I know how important they are to you.”
“You’re important, too,” Izzy says immediately, coming to sit on Maia’s bed. She takes one of Maia’s clammy hands between her own, skin nice and cool against Maia’s. “Let me look after you.”
“But your family -“
“Maia,” Izzy says, dark eyes sincere, “you’re family.”
All of a sudden, Maia’s throat feels thick with emotion, her heart doing a little dance in her chest. Whenever Izzy says these kinds of things, like Maia belongs with her, like there’s no question about it, she never knows how to react. But it makes her feel all kinds of warm and safe and loved.
“Besides,” Izzy continues lightly, “they’ll understand - it’s Magnus, Alec, mom and Luke. I’d be surprised if they’re not round here within half an hour of me telling them we’re not coming because you’re sick.”
Maia lets out a croaky laugh. “I bet Magnus makes fantastic care packages.”
Izzy smiles at her, pushing her hair back from her forehead.
“I’m staying here,” she whispers, leaning close enough that her hair tickles Maia’s arm. She presses a light kiss to Maia’s temple. “Unless you want to be alone.”
Maia shakes her head at that. “I want you to stay with me,” she says, and wonders if Izzy knows she’s not just talking about right now.
Izzy strokes her thumb along Maia’s cheekbone. “It’s a good thing I don’t scare off easy, then,” she says with a smile. “I’ve seen worse than a virus.”
Maia isn’t surprised. They always tell each other about their respective days over dinner dates, and Izzy seems to have no qualms discussing the dead bodies she examines and dissects with cheery enthusiasm. Maia likes to think she’s battle-hardened and not even remotely close to squeamish, but Izzy takes it to another level.
“I guess I should have known years of eating at the Jade Wolf would come back to bite me in the ass,” Maia says, chuckling weakly.
Izzy hums sympathetically, though her lips twitch into a brighter smile. After a moment, her hand falls from Maia’s face; Izzy’s clearly thinking as she chews on her bottom lip.
“When did you last eat? I’ll cook you something,” she offers, standing up from where she’s perched on Maia’s bed. “Some chicken soup?”
Maia opens and closes her mouth. Her eyes dart to the side.
“You don’t have to do that,” she says. Izzy looks like she’s about to protest, so Maia hastily adds, “I’d much rather you stayed here and cuddled me. Girlfriend duties, you know?”
Izzy’s face softens and she tilts her head.
“Move over, then,” she says, and Maia shuffles over to make room for Izzy to curl under the covers with her.
Izzy’s arms encircle her and Maia rests her head on Izzy’s chest, closing her eyes on a contented sigh. Being sick is the worst, but with Izzy, she feels better already - at least until she sneezes a record five times in a row, and then she just wants this damn thing gone.
hey if it's not too late for the prompt thing I'd love malec + 19 😊
YIKES im so sorry this took me forever asjdhsfs 😭 u weren’t too late, thank u for the prompt!! i hope u enjoy it 💕
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magnus and alec + “can i hold your hand?”
There’s an icy bite to the winter air as Magnus and Alec leave the restaurant, one that makes Magnus pull his cashmere scarf closer to his neck and walk nearer to Alec, letting their arms brush against each other.
Alec’s coat is stately grey and he adjusts his beanie with one hand, letting the other drift yet closer to Magnus’. The backs of their hands brush and, when Magnus glances over, he finds Alec fighting a smile.
Even though he’s knows it would be okay — better than okay, in fact — Magnus asks anyway.
“Can I hold your hand?”
Alec’s face lightens up and he nods, lacing his fingers through Magnus’. There’s something addictive about knowing that, no matter how many months they’ve been together, it still feels like a first love.
The types of love Magnus feels for Alec are all encompassing — Alec feels, all at once, like his first crush and his true soulmate, safe and familiar and exciting and new. That they get these little moments of joy, like they’re just discovering each other for the first time, means everything.
“You never have to ask to hold my hand, Magnus,” Alec says, as he brings their hands to his face so he can kiss Magnus’ knuckles. Then, “By the angel, your hands are cold.”
His laughter is accompanied by a cloudy puff of breath in the cold air and Magnus falls a little bit more in love with the sound when he hears it. His heart is beating in triple time just from seeing Alec smile like that, looking right at him like Magnus is his whole world.
Magnus can’t help tilting his head up just slightly for a kiss, one freely, lovingly given.
When they break apart, Magnus hums. “Not all of us can pull off fingerless leather gloves like you can, Alexander.”
The look Alec gives him is full of incredulous disbelief. “There is nothing you couldn’t pull off.”
Magnus can’t help preening a little at the compliment. He plays it off by prodding nonchalantly at his hair, though he squeezes Alec’s hand more tightly.
“Fine,” he concedes graciously. “But you know what they say: cold hands, warm heart.”
Alec’s expression melts into a fond smile. “You do have a warm heart.” Then his face sort of scrunches up adorably, and he continues, “Maybe that came out weird. What I mean is, you have a kind heart. You’re one of the best people I know.”
Magnus can’t help smiling at that, pleased and touched. It’s not always been easy, after centuries of struggling with acceptance, but Magnus is proud of himself, and he knows his own worth. He knows what he means to the Downworld and the children he adopts, but sometimes it’s just nice to hear someone tell him. Especially when they mean it with the sincerity Alec does.
“Thank you,” Magnus says quietly, smiling at Alec. Alec smiles right back at him. Magnus stops the pair of them in the street, smoothing his hands over the front of Alec’s coat. He splays his palm against where Alec’s heart is. “That means a lot to me, coming from you.”
Alec ducks his head to kiss Magnus, a slow, gentle press of his lips against Magnus’. His breath is warm against Magnus’ skin and Magnus loses himself in it, never wanting to let the moment go.
“I have more compliments to give you, if you want,” Alec whispers, grinning lopsidedly when they pull back. Magnus laughs delightedly, falling back into step beside his boyfriend. There’s a pause, and then Alec tugs on his hand, still smiling. “I’m serious.”
“Oh.” Magnus bites his lip to hide his smile, though it’s entirely unsuccessful. “Well, late night stroll through the city. When’s a better chance for you to tell me?”
Alec’s answering smile lights up the night, and Magnus lets Alec’s voice wash over him as they walk back to the loft, hand in hand.
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magnus and alec + “i’ll still be here when you’re ready”
The first time it happened, Magnus had been just about to go to bed.
Alec was already tucked up under the covers, nose buried in a first edition Dickens novel, and Magnus had not long since got off the phone with Catarina. He’d made his way to the bedroom and, when his phone started ringing, his first thought was that it was Cat again, but it wasn’t — it was an emergency with a warlock child in the Bronx.
Sighing, Magnus kissed Alec’s temple and told him not to wait up, and it was only when Magnus trudged back into the loft in the early hours and found Alec sleeping upright, the book having just slid off his lap, that it really hit him: he’d not thought twice about leaving Alec in his loft.
Sometimes, like if Magnus had an early meeting and Alec was late waking up, Alec would be there maybe half an hour after Magnus left, but he’d not spent prolonged amounts of time there on his own.
From the doorway, Magnus watched Alec sleep, his heart pounding behind his ribs. Somewhere along the way, Magnus’ loft had become theirs, a place Alec called home, and it made something indescribably joyous nestle inside Magnus’ chest.
After that, Alec began spending more time in the loft when Magnus wasn’t there. Magnus didn’t consciously arrange it like that, but the feeling of knowing he had someone to go home to was just so lovely. True to form, he’d just portalled back from a meeting in Barcelona and was greeted with the sight of Alec flitting around the kitchen like it was his own, finding everything with startling familiarity.
“Hello, Alexander,” Magnus said, slipping his scarf off and walking over to kiss Alec. Alec smiled and caught him around the waist.
“Hey, love. I made dinner,” Alec said. Magnus’ gaze fell to the empty takeout cartons stacked on the counter and he sent Alec a look of amusement, at which he offered a sheepish grin and amended, with a shrug, “I ordered in.”
Magnus glanced at him, his fondness and love for the man in front of him stealing his breath.
“Move in with me,” he said, mostly without meaning to, and his eyes went wide as soon as he heard himself. He was usually much smoother, more eloquent, but something about Alec made him feel flustered and like he was in love for the first time.
“Move in with you?” Alec asked, looking a little stunned.
Magnus sort of shrugged and half laughed. “I mean, you spend all your time here anyway,” he explained, not trying to take away from just how much he wanted this to be their space, officially, but instinctively deflecting where his heart was bared on his sleeve.
He fiddled with the rings on his left hand and continued, “How about you take some time to think about it? I’ll still be here when you’re ready. If you’re ever ready — I don’t want to assume —”
“I’m ready right now,” Alec interrupted, looking less surprised and more — well, totally, hopelessly in love. “Yes. Are you sure?”
Magnus blinked at Alec, a lump in his throat, and then he was nodding and kissing Alec with everything he had. Alec let out a startled laugh and settled his hands against Magnus’ waist, firm and grounding, and kissed him back just as fiercely.
Magnus shushes him, running a hand softly through this hair. “Hey, take a deep breath for me, okay?”
Alec does as he’s told, though he’s shaking with barely suppressed laughter.
“Doctor,” Magnus says, allowing panic to bleed into his voice, “will he make it?”
Madzie pulls her plastic stethoscope away from Alec’s chest. There’s a dramatic pause wherein Alec peels one eye open — he’s draped across Magnus’ lap, Magnus sitting back on the couch, and Madzie’s standing beside them. She nods gravely.
“He needs to sleep for a hundred years but then he will be fine,” she says, and when Magnus starts laughing, it’s no use — Alec cracks up, too, and Madzie giggles along with them.
“That’s a relief,” Magnus says a moment later, voice full of mirth.
They’ve been playing doctors for most of the morning, Magnus and Alec taking it in turns to be the patient. Alec would be lying if he said they hadn’t been trying to outdo each other by suffering from the worst injury.
Alec shifts, snuggling closer against his boyfriend.
“Thank you for your help, Doctor,” he says, reaching out to tickle Madzie’s tummy.
She gives him an unimpressed look. “You’re asleep,” she reminds him, and Alec shuts his eyes immediately, prompting another laugh from Magnus.
“You have to kiss him to wake him up,” Madzie says to Magnus. Alec feels Magnus freeze, his hand going still in Alec’s hair. “True love’s kiss,” Madzie says, when Magnus still hasn’t said anything.
Alec sits up and clears his throat.
“Hey,” he says, nudging Madzie, “there are cookies in the kitchen. Why don’t you go and get them for us?”
Madzie opens her mouth to protest but Alec just tips his head gently to the kitchen. Her gaze flickers to Magnus and she nods, leaving the pair of them alone for a minute.
Alec holds Magnus’ face in his hands, searching his expression worriedly. “You okay?”
Magnus seems to have relaxed more now and nods, one hand coming to rest on Alec’s bicep.
“Lost in memories for a moment,” Magnus says dismissively. Alec frowns slightly and Magnus sighs. “When you tried to track Jace through the Adamas stone, I thought that…” he trails off. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter.”
“You thought you could wake me up with a kiss,” Alec says, and Magnus’ expression falters.
He glances down, shaking his head. “I was…desperate. I’d tried everything.” He smiles ruefully. “It didn’t work.”
Alec lets out a soft chuckle. “Magnus,” he says, heart full to bursting with love, “if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
Magnus hums, but at least he’s looking at Alec now.
“I love you so much,” Alec says, “and I don’t know how to thank you for trying so hard to save me.”
The corner of Magnus’ mouth tips up. Alec isn’t entirely convinced Magnus feels any better, but he doesn’t blame him. If their positions had been reversed, any reminder of the event would make Alec pause for breath, too.
“For the record,” Alec says, and Magnus catches the shift in mood immediately, his eyebrows rising in interest, “if I had to pick a handsome prince, it would definitely be you.”
Magnus smiles properly at that, teasing and pleased and the tiniest bit self-conscious at the edges.
“Yeah?” he asks, lips ghosting against Alec’s.
“100%,” Alec says without hesitation. “It’s always you, Magnus.”
Magnus’ eyes shine as his smile broadens, and then he’s pulling Alec into a tight hug. He turns his head to press kisses against Alec’s neck and his breath tickles Alec’s skin when he speaks.
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magnus and alec + “it reminded me of you"
When Magnus wakes, he wakes peacefully, with a mess of dark hair tickling his nose. Alec is tucked against his side, still sleeping.
Magnus sighs happily and settles in closer, pulling the covers over the pair of them. These stolen moments of morning bliss with Alec in his arms are some of his favourites in the day, and he can just feel himself drifting off again when his alarm shatters the silence in the loft.
Magnus turns off the alarm. He kisses Alec’s forehead and reluctantly extracts himself from the bed, then sets about getting ready.
He’s reading the morning news on his phone and inattentively eating breakfast when Alec finally emerges from their bedroom. He’s yet to shave and he’s only got his boxers on, and Magnus is hard pressed to think of a better sight right now.
“Morning,” Alec says, voice still drenched with sleep. He rubs at one eye as he moves towards where Magnus is sitting at the island counter and ducks to press a kiss to the corner of Magnus’ mouth. “Did you sleep alright?”
It’s the kind of question Magnus hadn’t realised he missed before Alec came into his life; the kind of question that doesn’t really mean anything big, most of the time, but the simple domesticity of it makes Magnus fall more hopelessly in love with Alec every time he asks it.
“Very well,” Magnus says, glancing up at Alec. “How about you, my love?”
A smile like the sun spreads across Alec’s face at the term of endearment. “Yeah, good. That patrol yesterday wiped me out.”
Magnus hums, returning to his news article as Alec pours himself coffee from the french press on the counter. Magnus feels Alec’s eyes on him and looks up, finding Alec squinting at him.
Magnus raises an eyebrow, an unspoken question, and puts his phone down. Alec sets his mug aside and crosses to Magnus’ side of the counter, hand reaching up. He runs a thumb over the shell of Magnus’ ear, then kisses his hair, just above it.
“I like this,” he says, the smile evident in his voice.
Magnus lifts a hand to brush his finger over the arrow ear cuff he’s wearing.
“It reminded me of you,” he says, smiling at the thought. He tips his head up for a kiss and Alec smiles before pressing his lips to Magnus’. Alec’s hands trail lightly through Magnus’ hair, down his neck, settling on his shoulders as he kisses him, languid and slow.
“Love you,” Alec murmurs.
Magnus smiles and pulls him back in for another kiss. “Love you, too,” he says. Alec kisses him once more, then again, like he just can’t help himself, before moving away and taking a seat opposite Magnus.
“D’you reckon I could pull off an ear cuff?” Alec asks, sipping his coffee thoughtfully. It’s clear from his tone he’s only teasing, but something pleasant blossoms inside Magnus’ chest anyway.
“I’d say a ring’s more your style,” Magnus says, then quirks a brow at Alec. “You seem to like stealing mine, anyway.”
Alec makes a face into his coffee, badly hiding a smile. “I didn’t think you’d noticed,” he says, and they both know it’s a lie.
Magnus smiles, regarding Alec with so much fondness he thinks it might all come spilling out. Alec watches him back, smiling and sipping his coffee.
With a snap of his fingers, Magnus makes a thin brushed pewter ring appear on the counter in front of Alec. Alec picks it up with a look of touched surprise, and turns it over with gentle fingers, finding the small pentagram inscribed on one side.
“I can change the design, if you want something different,” Magnus asks as the seconds tick by. Alec still hasn’t said anything, just looking at the ring, and doubt starts to whisper at the back of Magnus’ mind.
Alec immediately shakes his head and slides the ring onto the middle finger of his right hand.
“I love it,” he says, smile blindingly bright. “It’s perfect.”
magnus and alec + “close your eyes and hold out your hands”
When Magnus arrived at the Institute, the sun was already high in the sky.
He’d been up into the early hours the night before; Luke had called him in a panic because one of his cubs had been through a particularly nasty transformation, and Magnus’ potion-making skills were required to help deal with the emergency. As a result, Magnus had slept in that morning, missing waking up with Alec, and all he had was a brief, sleepy recollection of Alec kissing his temple before he left for work.
Magnus had awoken to several messages on his phone, including grateful thanks from Luke and a message from Alec telling him he loved him. Magnus had been unable to stop the dopey smile spreading across his face at that one, burying his face in the pillow for a giddy moment while he composed himself.
Then Alec had called to say he’d left a classified report in Magnus’ study, and asked whether Magnus would be able to bring it over when he came to the Institute for lunch, which was how Magnus found himself jogging up the steps to the old church, the file tucked under one arm.
Nobody paid him much mind as he passed through the Ops Centre, with the exception of Isabelle, who waved at him and smiled brightly. As usual, when Magnus knocked on the door to Alec’s office, Alec had his nose buried in paperwork.
“Come in,” he called, and the weary concentration on his face melted away into joyfulness when he caught sight of Magnus.
“I come bearing gifts,” Magnus said, smiling as he wandered into the room.
Alec sighed, relieved, and pushed his chair back from his desk. He stretched his long legs out and beckoned Magnus over.
“You’re a life saver.” His dramatic tone was belied by the twitch of his lips, but Magnus was never one to be outdone, and held the file just out of Alec’s reach.
“Ah, close your eyes and hold out your hands,” he said, grinning. Alec laughed properly this time, rolling his eyes.
“Magnus,” he groused, but it was far too affectionate to be irritated.
Magnus sent him a look. “Alexander.”
Alec sighed deeply, but he was still smiling as he let his eyes drop closed and held out his hands. Magnus watched him for a moment, enamoured, and then snapped his fingers to conjure a red rose. He stepped around the desk, placing the file down as he went past, and laid the flower across Alec’s upturned palms.
“For you,” he said, kissing Alec’s cheek.
Alec blinked his eyes open and Magnus was privy to the beautiful flush that stole across his cheeks when he looked at the rose. His lips curved upwards, his smile boyish and pleased.
Alec opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was dissolved into another smile. He stroked the rose petals carefully with his thumb, then glanced up at Magnus. Alec gently placed the flower on his desk and then hooked an arm around Magnus’ waist, tugging him nearer.
Magnus obliged the unspoken request and dipped his head to kiss Alec, who sighed contentedly and splayed his hands over Magnus’ lower back.
When they broke apart, Alec was gazing lovingly at him. Magnus barely had time to snap his fingers to conjure a vase before he was being kissed again, leisurely and languidly, like Alec had all the time in the world and would devote it only to kissing Magnus.
Magnus’ heart tripped up in the wake of his thoughts and he pulled away from Alec to rest their foreheads together. Alec’s breath ghosted over Magnus’ lips, his thumbs stroking soft circles against Magnus’ back.
All the time in the world. Wasn’t that a lovely thought?
