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An experimental exploration of autistic memory and communication, The Fisherman is my debut poetry collection coming out 19th March this year! Published by Barnard Publishing this promises to be a book that is made to be questioned, mulled over, and dove into by all readers. Keep an eye out over the next couple of months to see sneak peeks and learn more about upcoming launch events!

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Guardian Rose.

The cover of my first manga

La portada de mi primer manga

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Wayland, Clary Fray Additional Tags: Fluff, Honestly not even a lot of angst, Just a short fluffy piece 'cause it's the holidays and I don't wanna make myself angsty, Established Relationship Series: Part 48 of 100 Ways To Say I Love You Summary:

Magnus knows that he should stay where he is, that the work he's doing is extremely important and that it could change not just his friends' lives but also his own in monumental ways. But surely he could take a break to check in on whatever was happening at the Institute? For a few minutes?

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10) an old book of fairy tales, a broken compass, a suitcase thar never opens

Thank you so much for the prompt! Loved writing this! Hope you enjoy! 

Anne’s favourite book is the one of fairy tales older than her great-great-great-grandmother. The book itself is in fact younger than the stories it contains. Stories passed down through her family from generation to generation. Lovingly bound, pen to sturdy paper, sewn together with practical threads by the twin sisters whose letters hung in Anne’s hallway. Anne’s family isn’t around so much anymore. But the history had never gone away. Even in her one bedroom cottage. She’s packing up the last box when she reads it for the first time in years, too busy reliving old memories to truly push herself to be packed on time.

The hardback cover creaks in her hands and the pages whisper their stories. There’s loose sketches slid inbetween their corresponding pages. Some from her great aunt, some from her own sister. It was a mix of family co-operation. She loved it for the chaos of it all. The disjointed styles. The dog eared pages to signify some owner’s favourite story. Anne’s was easy to find. Right at the end.

The story of a girl, nearly sixteen which used to be old but was not so anymore, and the compass she breaks. Except it’s not just her. It’s the compass maker, a girl the same age who sends the first on wild quests into towns and forests and caves to collect materials and instruments so that she may fix the broken compass. The first girl, Annette, from whom Anne had chosen her name, did all these things with snarky comments and half-hearted insults. The compass maker, Nikita, laughed back and let Annette stay in the spare room of her townhouse. Together they cooked and cleaned and generally caused chaos in the Sunday market. Until five years had passed. The compass was never fixed. It stayed as it was, pointing north straight down, and they hung it above the front door of the bedroom they shared.

When Penelope arrives to help load everything into her car, she first leads Anne outside for a surprise. Anne can hear Penny open the boot of her car, happily takes Penny’s hand slid into her own not covering her eyes.

“You can look now,” Penny says softly, somewhere near her ear.

So she does.

Sitting there is a small, antique looking suitcase. Penny has scratched her full name, their hyphenated surname and all, onto the side of it. Anne’s smile only grows as Penny explains, excitement in every syllable.

“I found it in a charity shop the other day and thought it’d make a good moving in present for you! Well, us, technically. Anyway. I figured, why not make our own piece of odd family history? We can etch out names into it, and then when we have kids they can add their own and we could get your sister to sign it too! Pass it down as another heirloom.”

A beat passes.

“Do you like it? It, uh, doesn’t open, there was no key and like, it really won’t open, but I thought that might add to the mystery and all.”

Anne’s smile spreads into an affectionate grin. “I love it.”

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7) a coat full of pockets, a missing prince, a person on the run

Thank you so much! Hope you enjoy! Will be posted on my blog soon too!

"So you're telling me," Osian said slowly, somewhat tinged with a spill of hysteric disbelief, "that the secret you used to seal our unbreakable vow was really holding up as much space in your head as an afterthought because you apparently didn't want to use, oh you know, the far stronger secret of: 'I'm the missing prince'?"

 Sil stopped their similarly slightly hysteric nodding as Osian finished. "Uh. Yes. I did do that. I didn't think you'd find out about the whole," and here they lowered their voice, "prince thing, for a bit. You know how it is!"

 "Oh yes! Of course! I completely know how it is! Frankly. I'd have been far more shocked if you'd planned for a random barmaid to recognise you five minutes after we performed a potently magic act."

 Sil scowled. "You're messing with me."

 Osian smirked, a gentle tilt to his head as he did so to lessen the sting.

 "Well, what's done is done and we can't hide in your rented room. That barmaid has probably gone to send a message to the palace if she knows what's in her best interest."

 "I wouldn't doubt that," Osian laughed, "did you even get a chance to see her prices?"

 Sil didn't really know how to reply to that (they hadn't had chance, actually) and so stood by the door whilst the man- the thief, they reminded themself, packed up his belongings. Well. They could only hope it was all his, being a thief and all. Was it even his room??

 "Come on, where'd you leave your bag? I assume you brought one?"

 Sil shook their head. "I'm good. Got everything already."

 Osian looked them over sceptically. "Are you royals really as thick as I thought?"

 Sil scowled and shot back, "well you thieves are as bitchy as I thought".

 "Seriously though. You're wearing what is, unmistakably I'll have you know, a tailored coat which, whilst it resembles a damned navy coat, has the shallowest, fakest pockets I've ever laid eyes on."

 Now it was Sil's turn to laugh, deciding it was easier to show rather than tell. They stuck their hand, admittedly with more graceful flare than it demanded, into one of the many inside pockets inside pocket. They watched for Osian's reaction and was not disappointed.

 "Holy. Shit. No way. No way! No wonder you were so blasé about the oath, you've been using fucked up magic for ages!" Osian cried, stepping closer, all previous wariness traded in for blatant curiosity.

 Sil's smile dropped a little at the edges. "I was not blasé about it."

 "Sweetheart," and if that wasn't out of left field then Sil did not know what was, "you just pulled a fucking picnic basket out of the inside of your flat coat. I couldn't care less about the oath. It's like my third in the last decade."

 "You are unbelievable."

 Osian started pulling at the edges of the coat, unaware of Sil's dark skin flushing a subtle red. It took them far longer to leave as Osian demanded then and there that he be privy to the contents of every pocket. Sil won the argument but it still took them a while.

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I loved your sickfics, especially with Crowley as caretaker. Could you please a hurt/comfort one with Zira being cold, like hypothermia-cold and Crowley warming him up? Cuddles because... You know, demons are supposed to be warm?

Sorry for how short this is, hope you enjoy!

Crowley only goes to Canada once. Crowley does his best to never set foot in the place because he knows just how big a moose is (they were one of his inventions after all) and would rather not spend a lot of time around them. Plus everyone in Canada is outrageously nice, to the point that Crowley suspects even Aziraphale would become exhausted after the millionth polite greeting. He gets to see this proven correct when he receives a phone call from Aziraphale asking if he’d happen to be in the region. When questioned as to why, Aziraphale’s teeth chattering becomes apparent down the line and he mutters something about his holiday cabin having no heating. Crowley sighs down the phone and decides that, if Down Below were to question this miracle, he’d hand them directions to the nearest moose he could find and see whether they wanted to dispute his sudden trip to the frozen lands again.

The cabin Aziraphale has rented for the week is truly in the middle of nowhere. It’s not very clear how Aziraphale got there either because he doesn’t drive and it seems a frightfully stupid idea to fly through such cold weather. Crowley also has the inside knowledge that the angel is crap at maintaining his wings on his own. He shifts the bag on his shoulder and hops up the steps, willing the lock to let him in rather than knocking. The scene he’s met with is much along the lines of what he expected.

Aziraphale is sitting in front of a sad little fireplace barely spitting any sparks and definitely not putting out much in the way of heat. He’s got two blankets, awful ones that were clearly left by the owners of the cabin, wrapped around his shoulders and is still shivering under them. He looks up when Crowley enters with that devastatingly open smile lighting up his face much more than the fire’s weak attempts at the same thing. Crowley smiles back, can’t help it when he hasn’t seen his angel in a couple years.

“Holidaying on your own, angel?”

He turns his back on Aziraphale to kick his shoes off and drops the bag on the floor, it’s just food so it won’t go off if he turns his attention elsewhere for a while.

“Thought a break would be good for the soul,” Aziraphale says, genuine cheer edging his misery.

“You chose one heck of a place to stay in.”

“Did you just say ‘heck’?”

Crowley ignores him and goes about hunting in the kitchen area, smugly pleased when he finds an emergency stash of firewood shoved in the back of a cupboard. He carts it over to the fireplace and arranges the small logs so as not to squash the valiant embers. When that’s done, he goes about the tricky business of untangling the protesting angel from his blankets. Aziraphale complains and squeaks in outrage when Crowley just bundles the blankets under one arm.

“You’re not going to get much warmer by sitting on the floor,” he says, “there’s a perfectly good sofa. You haven’t even got the bloody duvet from the bed, you great idiot.”

Aziraphale huffs but helps, wobbly and a little blue around the edges, to pull the sofa up to the hearth. Crowley looks at him, considers going to get the duvet he’d spied through the open door manually and decides to miracle it to himself instead. It’s heavy; will do nicely, he thinks. With the air of someone who’s only really putting on a show out of routine, Crowley sits with his back against one arm of the sofa, blankets balanced on the back of it, and motions for Aziraphale to sit down between his legs. Aziraphale, ever slow on the uptake with things like this, blinks at him and clamps his jaw shut.

“The way I see it, angel, is I’m running hot and you’re at risk of frostbite. A little contact isn’t going to kill you.”

“You’re a snake, Crowley, you’re cold blooded.”

“Yes and I’m also a demon. They balance out.”

Aziraphale hums and ahs for a further minute, Crowley shooting down his objections easily, before giving in. There’s some shuffling and elbows in people’s ribs and cold feet on legs that cause copious amounts of swearing until they settle at last. Crowley practically acting as a pillow for the angel who lay back against him, his face turned slightly into Crowley’s neck. His nose is freezing cold. Crowley can’t help his own little shiver when Aziraphale wiggles a little, making himself comfortable. Crowley’s knees bracket Aziraphale’s; his feet on top of the angel’s in an attempt to warm them. The duvet and blankets are wrapped on top and around them, their own little cocoon. It takes a while for Aziraphale to stop shivering. By the time he does, Crowley is asleep, one hand still in Aziraphale’s hair, the other on Aziraphale’s stomach, rising with each of the Angel’s breaths.

In a cold cabin in Canada, decades before an almost apocalypse will reshape his world, Aziraphale finds himself inclined to sleep in the arms of the demon already sworn to be his.

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100 Ways To Say I Love You - Halfway Point Masterpost

Here’s your easy to use masterpost for all 50 fanfics so far in the series. More under the cut!

1. Pull Over, Let Me Drive For A While

Magnus and Alec are driving in the car. Fluffiness ensues. - By Essiee

2. It Reminded Me Of You

Alec's eyes are a gorgeous shade of blue and it's something Magnus loves. - By Essiee

3. No, No, It’s My Treat

Alec takes Magnus on a coffee date. - By Guardian_Rose

4. Come Here. Let Me Fix It

Alec's bow is broken in a hunt and Magnus is there to help. - By Essiee

5. I’ll Walk You Home

Alec doesn't like the thought of leaving his boyfriend to walk home on his own. - By Guardian_Rose

6. Have A Good Day At Work

Alec leaves a note for Magnus - By Guardian_Rose

7. I Dreamt Of You Last Night

Alec dreams of Magnus and they are sappy romantics. - By Guardian_Rose

8. Take My Seat

Alec goes to visit Magnus's loft after training. - By Guardian_Rose

9. I Saved A Piece For You

Isabelle makes a cake and Alec decides it is time for Magnus to be introduced to his sister's cooking. -  By Guardian_Rose

10. I’m Sorry For Your Loss

Magnus wakes up to find Alec and his mother arguing in the loft's living room. He gets protective. -  By Guardian_Rose

11. You Can Have Half

Alec gets drunk and misses Magnus so he just lets himself into the Warlock's loft. -  By Guardian_Rose

12. Take My Jacket, It’s Cold Outside

Magnus and Alec fight after a disastrous dinner date. -  By Guardian_Rose

13. Sorry I’m Late

Magnus gets caught up in his thoughts while doing his makeup and ends up late for his date with Alec. -  By Essiee

14. Can I Have This Dance

Magnus and Alec go dancing and share a quiet moment together. -  By Essiee

15. I Made Your Favourite

Magnus picks Alec and Isabelle from the Institute to portal them to the loft for a movie night with the rest of the shadowhunters/downworlders. Fluff ensues.

Mentions of a previous fic but all you need to know is that they had a fight and have made up. -  By Guardian_Rose

16. It’s Okay, I Couldn’t Sleep Anyway

Magnus is lost in his thoughts instead of sleeping when he gets a phone call from Alec. -  By Essiee

17. Watch Your Step

It's far too early for Alec to be awake and Magnus knows it. -  By Guardian_Rose

18. Here, Drink This. You’ll Feel Better

Alec is injured in a battle and Magnus gets quite protective before feeling guilty over not keeping his boyfriend completely safe from harm.

Happy ending with pancakes! -  By Guardian_Rose

19. Can I Hold Your Hand

Alec waits while Magnus and Catarina argue in the living room. At 3am.

It's not the way Alec was hoping his day would start if he was being honest.  -  By Guardian_Rose

20. You Can Borrow Mine

Magnus gets a little (I swear, only a little) jealous when someone starts flirting with Alec at one of his parties.

Also including cute drunk Simon and secretly sappy Raphael. -  By Guardian_Rose

21. You Might Like This

Alec gives Magnus a present. -  By Guardian_Rose

22. It’s Not Heavy, I’m Stronger Than I Look

Alec doesn't know what to get Magnus and Isabelle has to persuade him to believe in his choices. After all, for Magnus anything from Alec is special. -  By Guardian_Rose

23. I’ll Wait

Alec goes over to Magnus's loft for a movie date only to find a young werewolf generally being a nuisance.  -  By Guardian_Rose

24. Just Because

Alec needs Jace to cover for his absence whilst he goes with Magnus to adopt another cat. -  By Guardian_Rose

25. Look Both Ways

“Uh, hello.” Alec mumbled, wincing at the hoarseness of his voice; he hadn’t spoken for quite a while as there had been no need. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Hello, who is this?”

Whoever was on the other side giggled, Alec raised an eyebrow as he heard shuffling before someone answered.

“Hi Alec!”

“Max? Whose phone are you using?” Alec asked, concerned but not overly worried as if something was wrong then Max wouldn't be giggling. -  By Guardian_Rose

26. I’m Sorry. I Didn’t Mean To

Alec was clearly exhausted and Magnus was worried that he hadn't been sleeping enough and he was also worried about why.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Alec murmured but didn't make any move to untangle himself from the warlock.

“Do you need to tell anyone where you’re going?” Magnus leaned back, putting a small amount of distance between him and his boyfriend in order to meet his eyes. -  By Guardian_Rose

27. Try Some

He was surprised when he saw Magnus looking at Alec with something akin to awe and unadulterated affection. He flushed hotly but made himself maintain eye contact, raising his eyebrow questioningly.

“So?” He queried when Magnus didn't say anything. -  By Guardian_Rose

28. Drive Safely 

Magnus liked Jace, he truly did. He was a Herondale through and through, reminding him of his old friend Will Herondale on more than one occasion but in a way he had the same undying loyalty and resolve that the other Lightwood siblings possessed in abundance. Okay, so sometimes he grated on Magnus’s nerves more than the others and yes, Magnus was known to be what could be considered rude to the Nephilim but deep down he felt the same affection and mutual respect that he held for the other Shadowhunter’s of the group. -  By Guardian_Rose

29. Well, What Do You Want To Do

He heard more than saw Magnus move to kneel in front of him, felt his gaze, heard his breathing and the rustle of his clothes. The warlock put a hand over Alec’s to stop him fidgeting. He could see the matching bracelet on the tan wrist and felt the tears push even harder to fall. Then they were and Alec didn't know what to do.

“Alec.” -  By Guardian_Rose

30. One More Chapter

4 times Magnus has to interrupt Alec reading and one time he doesn’t.

Magnus learnt fairly early on in the relationship that Alec liked reading. He discovered this when the younger man would ransack his shelves and curl up on one end of the couch giving Magnus plenty of time to work; both of them simply enjoying each other’s company and presence. -  By Guardian_Rose

31. Don’t Worry About Me

Magnus and Alec are getting drinks when Alec is hit on by a random stranger. -  By Guardian_Rose

32. It Looks Good On You

Magnus had never seen Alec drunk before but it was worth waiting for. He's even more adorable when tipsy and talking about odd socks. -  By Guardian_Rose

33. Close Your Eyes And Hold Out Your Hands

For this prompt:

I love stories about Magnus being able to use a Seraph blade because his father is a fallen angel. This way Alec finds out about Magnus's father and Magnus is afraid he will judge him for it. Maybe Jace sees it, too. There are barely any fics in which Jace is actually nice to Magnus :P -  By Guardian_Rose

34. That’s Okay, I Bought Two

Direct continuation from 31 of this series but can be read seperately.

From the prompt:

Confused hungover Alec in the morning be looking at his hand like... "Mags... Mags, wake up, did you propose when I was so drunk I don't even remember?" And they decide that it will be a promise ring because hell, they actually both seem way too enthusiastic about the idea but they really probably shouldn't be so serious after less than a year or so. -  By Guardian_Rose

35. After You

Magnus kept going for a few steps without noticing before having to backtrack; he moved to stand in front of Alec and the shadowhunter wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist, dropping his head onto his shoulder. Raphael, however, stopped immediately and grabbed Simon’s hand, a soft expression on his face that Alec hadn't expected. Magnus hummed curiously at the picture before them.

“What else happened? You’re hiding something, Si.” -  By Guardian_Rose

36. We’ll Figure It Out

Magnus and Alec have an argument the night before Alec leaves for Idris.

---- “Hi.” Alec’s voice came through at last, he sounded as sleep-deprived as Magnus felt. It made him feel a little better but then even worse when he realised how relieved he was that his boyfriend couldn't sleep either.

“You haven’t been sleeping.” Was not what he should have said. Magnus was not off to a good start. -  By Guardian_Rose

37. Can I Kiss You?

Magnus is worried beyond belief when Alec hangs up without an explanation and Alec has to apologise as best he can when he realises. -  By Guardian_Rose

38. I Like Your Laugh

“Alexander, you’ve been washing that mug for almost five minutes. What’s wrong?” Magnus asked quietly, wrapping his arms around Alec’s middle from behind and resting his chin on Alec’s shoulder.

“Do you think they like me?”

“Who, darling?”

“Ragnor and Catarina." -  By Guardian_Rose

39. Don’t Cry

It took all of his conscious energy and will to keep his eyes open, to not let himself drift off into sleep because if he did, the chances of him waking up were beyond slim. Magnus would be there soon. He would. Jace would be able to track him using their bond now that Alec had been thrown back onto land. -  By Guardian_Rose

40. I Made This For You

“I made this for you.”

Magnus stepped away from Alec’s desk and lay down lengthways on the Head of the Institute’s couch, working on keeping his proud smirk from slipping into one of those soft, affectionate smiles that Alec would point out and tease him about, not that Magnus nor Alec minded. -  By Guardian_Rose

41. Go Back To Sleep

“Does it hurt that much?” Magnus asked, not waiting for an answer before sparking up his healing magic and sending wave after wave of warmth and care to soothe Alec’s headache.

“I wanted to pause the show so you didn’t miss any.” Alec said instead of answering. -  By Guardian_Rose

42. Is This Okay?

“You know, most of the time I love that you have an uncanny knowledge of what I’m thinking. But right now isn’t one of them, darling. If you can hold on, I can make one with one hand.”

“Ah right, if Jace or Izzy laughs at you then I will glare over your shoulder.”

“Teamwork at its finest. Aren’t we a power couple, Alexander.”

(Magnus' POV of 39. Don't Cry, as requested by RandomPerson) -  By Guardian_Rose

43. I Picked These For You

“They’re beautiful, Alexander. Though now I’m worried I’ve missed a special occasion.” Magnus lifted his gaze to meet Alec’s, who was relieved to see the bright smile that lit up his boyfriend’s face; the one that always had a hint of surprise from receiving a gift. It was one of Alec’s favourites.

“There isn’t an occasion, I just thought that they were beautiful, like you." -  By Guardian_Rose

44. I’ll Drive You To The Hospital

“There’s been another surge.”

Alec looked up from his desk as Magnus practically fell back against the now closed office door.

“I’m fine, Alexander. It wasn’t here.” Magnus smiled reassuringly at him and Alec let out a sigh of relief as the warlock linked their fingers together. “It was at the hospital." -  By Guardian_Rose

45. What Do You Want To Watch

Something's preying on Magnus' mind and Alec hasn't a clue what it is, not that that's going to stop him from trying to keep them both afloat. -  By Guardian_Rose

46. You Can Go First

There was ichor and blood dripping onto his kitchen floor. Their kitchen floor. Right now, very clearly belonging to both of them as Alec dropped his bow onto the kitchen table. A splitting headache was starting up behind his eyes and he really wished that tonight had been movie night and not patrol night. Sadly, his luck was faltering as of late. -  By Guardian_Rose

47. Did You Get My Letter?

It had been eight days since Magnus had received a letter, through means that Alec was not entirely sure about, and left that evening through a portal with only a promise to be back before their anniversary weekend. A month away. Alec wasn’t entirely sure he was coping with it. Izzy was very sure he wasn’t and Jace had blinked at him for a silent minute when he’d finally admitted that he was taking this whole thing a little harder than he’d realised. -  By Guardian_Rose

48. I’ll Do It For You

Magnus knows that he should stay where he is, that the work he's doing is extremely important and that it could change not just his friends' lives but also his own in monumental ways. But surely he could take a break to check in on whatever was happening at the Institute? For a few minutes?  -  By Guardian_Rose

49. Call Me When You Get Home

Magnus was already awake but had yet to show any signs of trying to leave, he was tracing over the runes on Alec’s back. His fingers warm and sure, but not asking for anything more. He didn’t seem to know that Alec was also awake. When would he next get to see Magnus? Next get to hear his laugh, kiss him until he couldn’t stop smiling like he had the night before, next get a full night’s rest beside him? -  By Guardian_Rose

50. I Think You’re Beautiful

“What’s up is that I’ve called all three of you Lightwoods numerous times, I’ve searched the whole Institute, I checked my apartment and it took calling Raphael to ask if he knew if Simon was with you to finally find out that you left on patrol hours ago! And now, it’s you picking up my boyfriend’s phone not him, so excuse me for wanting to know what’s going on.”

There was a moment of silence wherein Magnus listened to nothing but his own harsh breathing. Jace had moved far enough away so that the club couldn’t even be heard. Magnus dug his fingers into the edge of the desk to stop from doing something stupid like hanging up before he knew where they were when a sudden low whistle made him jump slightly.

“That was impressive, Magnus, didn’t think you had that in you.”

“Then you don’t know me very well.” He snapped. “Where are you? Is Alec okay?”

***

It's Magnus and Alec's anniversary at last, the long awaited day of Magnus' return. But it isn't the happy reunion either of them had longed for. -  By Guardian_Rose

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Jace Wayland Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, Angst, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending Series: Part 55 of 100 Ways To Say I Love You Summary:

Jace isn't going to let Alec suffer alone, even if he has no idea what went wrong between Alec and Magnus.

Not-so-surprisingly, Magnus isn't willing to let things be either.

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“The worst part is,” Magnus said quietly, eyes on Alec’s because out of the two of them, he’d always been braver, “I was right. I was right."