An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood
Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood
Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends, First Meetings, Alternate Universe - Witches, Undercover Missions, magic fights, even when they're on opposite sides they can't help but like each other
Summary:
Magnus is a witch. Alec is the witch-hunter tasked with bringing him in.
(Two of these things are true, one is only half-true)
@lynne-monstr This was a blast to read, such cool details! Thanks for sharing, my dear! 💚
I’m so sorry this is so short, I haven’t been feeling too confident in my writing recently, I hope you enjoy it anyway! Merry christmas/happy holidays!!!
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I'll Never Let You Drown
“ALEXANDER!” Magnus’ croaky voice shouted causing Alec to jump, almost spilling the tea he was making.
“Yes, Magnus?” Alec called back, already knowing Magnus was most likely having another hallucination. The warlock was currently suffering from a cold that was sweeping the shadow world, the cold was excluding no one, not even an 800-year-old warlock was safe.
“T-THE WATER!” Alec’s heart still managed to break every time Magnus began to panic once again over the non-existent threat.
With a sorrowful sigh, Alec quickly left his tea and headed towards the bedroom to aid his boyfriend. Opening the door Alec wasn’t surprised to find Magnus standing on the bed staring fearfully around the floor.
“Hey Mags, what’s going on?” Alec said gently not wanting to send Magnus into more of a panic
“Water… Alec the water is back… the room is flooding I’m going to drown!” Magnus sobbed as he gripped tighter to the blankets he had pulled up with him.
“You’re not going to drown my love, can I come onto the bed with you?” Magnus nodded frantically without taking his eyes off the rising water.
“Can you look at my legs, Magnus? Is the water moving as I move my legs?” The first step to bringing Magnus out of his hallucination was to help ground him by showing him proof the hallucination wasn’t real. Magnus’ glossy eyes flicked over to Alec’s legs, shocked to find the water was staying completely still as Alec waded through it. Normal water wouldn’t do that.
“How…How does-” Magnus cut himself off as he felt Alec gently taking his hands.
“Hi” Alec gave Magnus a soft smile hoping to even just slightly relax the warlock
“Hey… Alec, we have to get out of here we’ll drown!” Magnus relaxed for only a moment before attempting to pull away, only to freeze on the spot when he saw the water was now at bed level.
“Magnus look at me,” Alec said gently yet firmly, grabbing the warlock’s attention once again. Magnus was beginning to shake and tears were welling up in his unglamoured eyes.
Magnus’ voice broke slightly as he looked towards Alec “I don’t want to drown Alexander… please don’t let me drown” A sob broke from Magnus’ throat as he reached forward and held onto Alec tightly.
“Shh, shh, I promise you, Magnus, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. What you’re seeing isn’t real, love, you’re sick and hallucinating. Where is the water currently?” Magnus dared to look down, yelping when he saw the water was pooling at their feet.
“O-Our feet” Magnus whimpered clinging to Alec’s shirt tighter.
“Okay, can you feel the water against your ankles?” Grounding was the key to bringing Magnus back around, giving him evidence that what he was seeing wasn’t real.
“No… I can’t feel it” Magnus’ grip on his shirt began to loosen ever so slightly.
“And if you move your foot back and forth, does the water move?” Magnus did as he was instructed only to see the water didn’t move at all
“It’s not… it’s not real?” Magnus pulled back enough to meet Alec’s gaze. The warlock’s eyes seemed slightly less glossy, he was coming back.
“No Magnus, you’re safe, you’re home, you’re with me and I would never let anything hurt you” With that, Alec gently placed a kiss to Magnus’ forehead, feeling the warlock relax under his touch. The two stood upright on the bed in silence for a little while longer, just holding each other and breathing softly, coming down from the fear that had rendered Magnus immobile.
“I hate being sick” Magnus mumbled against Alec’s chest, causing the shadowhunter to let out a soft laugh.
“I know baby, it’s okay, it’ll pass soon” With that Alec helped Magnus down from the bed and back underneath the covers.
“Do you need anything else?” Alec questioned as he tucked Magnus back in. The warlock hummed and shook his head, gently grabbing onto Alec’s wrist.
We had such amazing turnout for this event. 68 participants, 451 fics, 18 weeks. This far surpassed anything we expected and are so happy to have been part of this.
We have plans for the future after a short break. :)
But, we have winners to announce before we do anything else!
Most weekly wins was a tie. Congrats @lynne-monstr and FannyT
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In second place, all with 90 points, we have @lynne-monstr, QueenyClarey, and Fanny T!
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And keep your eyes peeled in a couple weeks for something new from here!
No matter what he does, no matter how many ways he tries not to mess up the same way twice, he still manages to fail. He refused to listen to Magnus during the bodyswap because he knew Valentine was untrustworthy. Was it any surprise that he jumped at the chance to exonerate Magnus upfront with a strand of hair. And yet he was still wrong. Still blindly following orders in the end.
Will he ever stop making the same mistakes?
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A quote from @lynne-monstr’s Writer’s Month Fill Day 7: Sports.
The Week 11 Winner for the prompt Cottage was @lynne-monstr
Summary: Alec hopes that the secluded cottage by the sea will help jump start his artistic inspiration. His sketchbook has been nothing but empty pages for too long. What he isn't expecting is to come from his daily walk to find an intruder in his kitchen.
He should run. (He's an artist not a fighter.)
He doesn't.
