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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.”
when was the last time someone accidentally used a slur?????? they don't just slip out. let's all just accept that dom is a homophobic piece of trash and stop defending him wtf
sun: if you could live in any past decade, when would it be? thanks to ww2 history interest and also men’s fashion i want to say the 40s but in reality that would prob be a bad decade to live in for many obvious reasons. idk i don’t really have strong feelings towards any other decades so
saturn: favourite song? nnnnnn i always put soundtrack songs so i’ll throw in great night by needtobreathe this time bc i am capable of listening to it on loop for a long time and also it makes me happy bc it was one of the songs for last year’s hockey playoffs so that means it makes me think of the pens winning
eris: what’s your dream job? published author tbh but. let’s be real. anything that i enjoy, am good at, and get good pay is the Dream
