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Affection | bowstrung

Alexander [ @bowstrung ]

Alec rolled his eyes and shook his head, not all at the same time. “I don’t need you to curse them for me, Magnus. I’m fine.” It was a small injury anyway, he’d had much worse. “It’ll heal in no time, so I don’t need you enacting revenge for me. Okay? No curses.” He appreciated that Magnus cared, but he would really prefer not making them even more angry at them. “Besides, I’ve had worse than this. And I’ll let you heal me this time if it will make you feel better.”

Magnus arched a brow, but let his anger at someone hurting his boyfriend slide when Alec insisted he was fine. “Very well. But next time they'll learn better.” he said seriously, but he knew it was far more likely that Alec would talk him down again. He moved to pull at Alec’s shirt so he could look at the wound. “I’ll fix this shirt and jacket in a moment.” he promised, dark eyes lighting gold as he looked over the wound to make sure it was just a wound. Once satisfied, the gold faded as the glamour fell back into place and he snapped his fingers, blue magic sparking around his hand as he healed the wound. “All better?” he asked, looking up with a soft smile.

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                          “Hey what you up to, here...?” Jace was about to crouch down to scoop him up when the kitten jumped, escaping his grasp and got onto the table instead. He tilted his head slightly. “You looking for Alec...? What a coincidence, so was I.” He jokes, stepping closer, slowly. The kitten was not much bigger than his hands, and Jace was cautious about approaching it, wanting to see if it needed food or water. “What do you want with those, huh?” He asked, as he saw the little creature keep messing with Alec’s bow and arrows. he sat down on the long bench of the weapons’ room and reached out his hand, placing it on the table close to the furry one. “You wanna let me feed you? You look hungry... Come on, furry head. I’m not going to hurt you.” 

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   Alec hadn’t been feeling well for the past week or so and now that Sebastian had given him a solution to his sickness, he couldn’t believe him. “No,” he told him. “No no no, that’s not possible.” And if it was, it was probably only because of Sebastian.

   The archer paled and leaned back against the nearest wall. “I can’t be.” Until he had a test or some sort of proof…., “How do you know? Can you sense it or are you just guessing?” And did it have something to do with Sebastian’s demon blood? Did that mean his baby would be part demon? Alec swallowed and tried his hardest not to faint. He really felt like he could faint right now. “I need to see Izzy. She knows how to do one of those scan things. She’ll be able to deny or confirm it.” And if he trusted anyone with this knowledge, it would be his sister. He still didn’t believe it, but the test would help. He probably just had a virus that was lasting a little long since he was working so much. Yeah, that was it. There was no way that he was having a baby.

     oh, but it is, a little voice whispers cruelly in his mind as he steadies himself with a breath & gazes at the other with the heaviest heartache he’s ever born in his life. it is, because I’m a monster... now look at what I’ve done. ‘ I can sense it, ’ he says finally. ‘ blood calls to blood. ’ and oh, it will have his blood. his, & everything mixed in with it. that’s how this is possible. ‘ I won’t object to Isabelle confirming it, but I suppose the fewer who know, the easier this will be. ’ he exhales again, feeling the ache tighten in his chest like a vice around his heart. ‘ I won’t stop you from terminating the pregnancy. I... don’t expect you’d want to bring something with my blood into this world. ’ and like that, the vice damn near shatters what’s left of his heart as he speaks the words. in the dark depths of his mind, he hears the voice of the woman who called herself his mother. who could love a monster like you but me, sweet boy? without me, you’re all alone in this world. after this, he won’t blame Alec for making those words true. he should have been more careful. 

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   Alec’s gaze drifted to the floor. Between being busy with work and dealing with everything there, he hadn’t had much time to go to the loft. Now on the day that he was there he was being questioned about his loyalty to Magnus. It stung a lot more than it probably should.

   “You’re not losing me,” he murmured back. “I’m here, aren’t I?” There was a distance between them now that he didn’t like, but what could he do about that? “I’ve been busy at the Institute, you should know that.” He spoke in quiet tones, too afraid to raise his voice even though he was upset that Magnus thought he was pulling away from him. “We both knew that me being a Shadowhunter would often come first and I can’t apologize for that. It’s my job, it’s how I was raised. I can’t do any differently.” And neither did he want to. Alec finally had the job that his parents had raised him to do. He took care of the Institute far better than they ever had. And he wasn’t being smug saying that, it was the truth.

   “I don’t know what else you want from me, Magnus. I can’t leave all the time like I used to with you when we first started seeing each other. I wish that I could but…,” he trailed off and shook his head. “If things ever slow down then I’ll come here more often.”

a soft furrow creases his brow, almost hurt that that’s what alexander thinks he means. that he thinks he’s anything but PROUD and happy for him in this position he’s in. in a way, it almost feels like a testament to the point he’d been trying to make. how distant alec has seemed, how angry and aloof. every since he’d seen that stupid box. but magnus is not in the mood for a fight. not when it feels like that’s all they’ve been doing lately. so he smiles, a small conciliatory thing. 

     ❝ you’re right. i’m sorry. i’ll be more mindful of it. i don’t want anything else from         you, alexander, but you yourself. ❞ he smiles, but inside, he feels farther from         alec than ever. 

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   “Why me?” Alec asked. He didn’t know much of Alexander, other than the fact that perhaps they had once been the same. And what did that mean for him? Or did it mean nothing at all? He fumbled with his fingers and looked down at his hands.

   “I’m not worth the wait. I never have been.” That was why he kept to himself, kept to his own duties and focused solely on his family. There wasn’t time for much else, but maybe there was. “You’re better off waiting for someone else.” And there was no way he’d end up being immortal too, at least he didn’t think it would happen to him, so Alexander didn’t need to stick around waiting.

     there’s a soft pause for a moment as he turns to fully study the other. he sees hesitation, confusion... it’s heartbreaking but he understands. quietly, Alexander reaches out & cups his cheek, coaxing the other to look at him before he closes his eyes. the runes flicker & settle on his skin, many of them similar to Alec’s own though much older, & a marred red to Alec’s faded black. 

     ‘ because I understand, ’ he says firmly. ‘ and because you are. you don’t see yourself they way I see you, Alec, ’ he murmurs. ‘ so I’ll wait, until you’re ready. I think you’ll find I’m extraordinarily patient. ’

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He got called away for some emergency. 

That was what Isabelle and Luke had said. But Alec wasn’t at the Institute. And no one knew about any emergency. Magnus had tried to swallow down the fear that something had happened to him. 

He checked the roof of the Institute, knowing how well Alec could slip up there with no one noticing. But... nothing.

The next logical place was the penthouse but somehow he didn’t think Alec would be there. Would want to be there. Not the way the morning had gone. But he portalled home... hoping. Hoping.

And came home to Alec sitting on the couch, looking as if he were trying hard to sit as still and straight as he could.

“Alexander?” The portal closed and Magnus approached him slowly. “Are you alright?”

Magnus ached from the fight, but he ached more because he didn’t want to have to tell Alec about Jace.

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Don’t Let Go | bowstrung

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    “Then don’t,” Alec murmured back. Seeing each other in secret had been stressful on them both. Stressful because they both knew that they could get caught at any moment. “Stay here with me. I’ll lock the door. No one will know that you’re here.” And if they questioned where Jace was, well…he’d make up something for him. “When was the last time we had a sleepover? I think it’d do us both some good.” And it’d give him more time with him, something that he hadn’t had a lot of lately.

Jace gave a soft laugh, reaching to run a hand through dark hair. “I think I can get behind that. As long as it means more time with you.” he agreed, leaning to kiss him softly. “I don’t remmber our last sleepover.” he confessed, chuckling. “So let’s make this one worth it.”