Magnus leans back in the rattan chair and chooses 'truth'.
"Are you a top or a bottom?" Jace asks.
Alec hits his parabatai over the head with one of the firm pillows from the sofa. They started to play stupid party games after realising that the born and raised shadowhunters never had heard of them. Alec is already regretting agreeing to it.
"Ouch!" Jace hisses, rubbing the painful spot. "It's just a question."
"He needs to answer," Izzy points out, sounding as if she were a judge proclaiming a sentence, and takes a sip from her wine glass.
"I have no problem answering that," Magnus says. Alec grabs his arm, eyes full of concern, but his boyfriend pats his hand. "It's okay, Alexander. I'm not ashamed of who I am." He leans closer to Jace and says, "It depends on the cuddle pile. I don't want too many people on top of me. But if it's six or less, I'm fine being at the bottom."
Jace blinks at him while Clary falls giggling against her boyfriend's shoulder.
"That's not what I meant," Jace grumbles.
"Wait," Simon calls. "You're fine with six people on top of you? I know you're immortal, but as a warlock you still need to breathe, right?"
"Of course. But I actually like it sometimes—the pressure, the surrender, the feeling of being one with everyone around. Back in the 1960s, we did it all the time. We cuddled a lot. I think at some point I had The Stones and The Beatles all over me, if you know what I mean," Magnus says and winks at Simon.
"You married the best and worst liar of all time, bro," Jace chuckles.
"I'm not lying, Jonathan. I'm embellishing the truth," Magnus says and snaps his fingers. Two photographs appear in his hand, one showing Paul McCartney kissing Magnus' cheek, the other Janis Joplin sleeping wrapped over his chest.
"Damn!" Simon breathes.
"Did you sleep with them?" Clary blurts out.
"A gentleman never tells, biscuit," Magnus replies and cuddles against his husband.
"Smooth," Alec whispers into his ear.
"I always am, my love."
"I still don't believe it. No one can enjoy lying buried under a pile of people," Jace says, mirth sparkling in his eyes.
"Is that a challenge, Mr Herondale?"
"It sure is, Mr Lightwood-Bane."
Magnus snaps his fingers, and the coffee table is replaced with a pile of pillows.
Magnus swirls around elegantly and lands in it with a giggle.
"Challenge accepted," he chuckles.
Alec rolls his eyes but joins him. Izzy, Clary, and Simon follow soon after, building a giggling and snickering pile of bodies.
"Come, Jonathan. I can take it."
"Why can't you say anything without sounding naughty?" Jace asks.
"It's a natural talent," Magnus quips.
"C'mere," Alec orders. "We all know you want to."
Jace rolls his eyes. "This is ridiculous."
"You started it," Magnus points out.
Jace shakes his head and carefully lowers himself onto Simon's back.
Magnus is chaos, he knows it. He breaks too many times. Himself, everything. People around him tend to quiver, unable to look at him for more than a few seconds. He is nothing more than a respite in their life. A distraction. So, he decided to act like one. For a century, he acted like everyone expected him to, the best way to get exactly what he wanted.
But then, came Alec, Alexander, his angel, the Shadowhunter with a heart bigger than the Sun in his eyes.
Sometimes, when Magnus worries sick in their empty bed and closes his eyes until he hears his sweet angel come home, Magnus thinks Alec has been conceived just to torture him.
Like a conspiracy between his heart that felt neglected for all those years and a deity who he must have offended in a previous life or a previous century… Because Alec is everything he has ever needed. Alec is everything.
And Magnus can’t lose him. Ever.
He can tell he isn’t a distraction to Alec, he is his focus. It takes Magnus a while to understand it. Maybe he does on Alec’s wedding day. His hazel eyes didn’t leave him once. Is that what it feels like to be someone’s one and only focus? Magnus’s heart sighed in total awe. He felt it soar in his chest when Alec kissed him, it soared like it wanted to feel Alec’s lips too.
His heart has never stopped singing since that day.
But this isn’t when it started… Despite his long, very long life, Magnus doesn’t know everything. Far from it. One thing he still doesn’t know is how… How did his heart know that song? How did it know Alec’s perfect hands wouldn’t crush it? After all these years, all these heartbreaks, Magnus never hesitated to give this angel, this Shadowhunter his whole heart… and it still baffles him.
He still gives him his heart. Over and over again. Magnus has seen a lot of things, and nothing compares to Alec.
Even doing the dishes is something he starts enjoying again.
His perfect soldier coming home from a late patrol, hungry, covered in ichor, adrenaline still pumping through his veins is the same one who an hour later chuckles next to him above the sink. What’s not to adore?
Magnus remembers a time when he thought all he would get from Alec would be the bitterness of never-ending what if because this perfect little soldier would have never listened to his heart, or maybe just for some time before coming back to his senses. Because that’s what Magnus is. A distraction.
But no.
Magnus doesn’t know how it happened, but he became this angel’s focus. Every step Alec took towards him was well thought, deliberate, making Magnus reflect on his own steps.
And one day, his Alexander came home with fire in his eyes, with a smile that sent shivers along Magnus’s spine.
“I found it.”
No more was necessary. Magnus knew. He found it. The solution to make their forever literal.
Asleep next to him, Alec has never been more beautiful, happiness still illuminating his pretty face, his amazing soul. Magnus brushes some strands of hair away from his face. Slowly. He silently thanks his heart, his soaring heart that has never stopped beating for this, for them, never stopped trusting Alec’s hands. His beautiful husband, his beautiful forever.
Hello darling~ Would absolutely love getting 11 for TV Malec *＊✿❀
11. Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.
Alec wakes up feeling warm. A feeling that is unlike what he felt the night before. He almost doesn't notice the soreness in his muscles, the lingering pain from the bruises left on his body.
He gives in to the comfort he is feeling, despite the slight pain. He sighs, and without opening his eyes, burrows himself further into the pillows and the body curved around his back. The arm around his waist tightens a bit, but still careful to not hurt him, which makes him smile almost involuntarily.
He doesn't want to open his eyes. He just wants to keep feeling warm and comfortable like this, with his husband's arms around him all day. He deserves that, he thinks, after the hell that was the night before. Not like Magnus is going to let him out of his sight, much less the house, today.
Alec feels Magnus shift behind him, so he turns around in his lover's arms. He breathes in the familiar sandalwood scent, eyes still closed. Cuddling further into Magnus' chest, Alec sleepily mumbles, "Thank you for taking care of me last night."
Magnus squeezes the arm that is holding Alec in response. "How do you feel?"
"Warm," Alec says with a smile.
Magnus hums and starts rubbing up and down Alec's back in a slow motion. Alec can feel Magnus' breath getting even again as he slips back into slumber, his own breath doing the same.
When he wakes up again, he suspects it is somewhere around noon, because he feels way more rested than he did before, like he slept for a few more hours. Magnus' arms are still around him, and he takes a breath full of that sweet sandalwood scent again.
"G'morning," Magnus whispers in a groggy voice as he starts waking up too.
"Morning," Alec whispers back. "I hope you're not too tired from healing me last night."
"Mm, I'm alright," Magnus says.
Alec feels the lightest press of Magnus' lips against his forehead so he tilts his head up, searching for Magnus' lips, his eyes still closed.
They chuckle in unison as Magnus' lips find Alec's jaw. They blindly seek each other's mouth, never opening their eyes, just letting the feel of the other person direct them. Alec thinks he lets out a sigh as their lips finally meet, immediately opening up under each other's touch. The kiss is slow, not unlike the morning. They know there is no rush, just lingering feelings of last night. Of being in each other's arms. Of love and relief.
Alec doesn't want to stop; he just wants to keep kissing Magnus. But Magnus finally pulls away a little, and whispers against Alec's lips, "I hate when you get hurt, even a little."
"I know. I know, I'm sorry," Alec says, his breath caressing Magnus' lips before his mouth follows.
"It's okay. It wasn't your fault," Magnus says when he pulls back again.
Alec finally opens his eyes for the first time that morning and looks at Magnus, whose eyes are still closed. He brings up one hand to cup his husband's face, his thumb slowly caressing Magnus' cheek. He presses a kiss to Magnus' nose and whispers, "I love you."
"I love you too, Alexander," Magnus says as he finally opens his eyes too and kisses Alec again.
“Was it scary for you, Alec? Coming out?”
Alec looked at the teen before him. “It was. Sometimes you come out because you’re ready. Sometimes.” He thought of Magnus. “You come out because someone helps you finish figuring things out. Sometimes you don’t have a choice. It’s a scary lesson to learn. But know that you have the support of this center. You’re definitely not alone.”
The teen smiled before his friend called him over and he ran off.
“You’re good with the teens.” Magnus said, coming up behind Alec to hug him.
“I’ve been in their shoes.” Alec murmured.
Last year I wrote a drabble about Magnus and Alec opening an LGBTQ+ center(s) in NYC. When I saw the word today, I couldn’t resist writing another drabble related to it. This is for day 11 (The Word of the Day is Learn) from this wonderful challenge list here! Oh, I also want to say something else real quick. Some people are fortunate to have loved ones who do support them when they come out. Some people unfortunately come from homophobic families who don’t support them when they come out. And it’s often hard to figure out who you are or be yourself because of those who don’t support you. But hey, if I can give you one message today, it’s to be proud of who you are, even when it’s hard. Have a great Saturday.
@magnus pulling Alec by the waist: and also because he is so goddamn tall that Magnus goes on his tippy toes and he feels like he might fall over or lose balance and separate the kiss so he pulls Alec in both to regain balance and well he loves having his husband close that there's barely any space between them hehe.. I simp hard on Magnus going on tippy toes to kiss Alec (yes the height difference isnt that much but whose to say Alec doesnt deliberately not lean down and just let Magnus reach his lips while standing up to his full height BECAUSE HE WILL)
Alec (pull-away-to-see-Magnus-follow) Lightwood does indeed stand taller to see Magnus stand on his tip toes to reach for his lips.
The first time is entirely unintentional.
Alec’s neck begins aching, when he leans back to relieve the pressure–Magnus follows suit, continuing the kiss.
Somehow Magnus feels taller–he’s standing on his tiptoes–the fact settles with a jolt of arousal.
Unable to resist, Alec tests it again–and again.
Magnus, refusing to allow the kiss to be interrupted, follows each time. It’s exhilarating, knowing that Magnus would follow his lead and crave it enough to–
“You’re overdoing it, pup.” Magnus growls softly, biting at his lower lip, his fingernails digging into Alec’s waist to anchor himself.
I’m convinced I do my best writing when I am pleasantly tipsy and that time is right now. If you have an prompts for me that I can create some little drabbles, feel free to send them over! No rating is off limits for tispy Em, but she reserves the right to fuck up your prompt because tipsy brain.
He moved like Atlas, with the weight of the world settled on his broad shoulders and weighing down each step he took.
He was always moving, constant and steady as any other natural force. Like all of the energy that he stored up throughout the day wasn’t able to be harnessed and had to be released in the subtle shifting of muscle and bone under tanned, ruined skin.
He'd seen him moving under the gold of the tuxedo that he’d almost married a woman he didn’t love in, his shoulders a taught line of tension and anxiety. He’d watched his clenching around words that had been unspoken, and the bob of his Adam’s apple when he’d swallowed hard and made his decision. He'd felt more than seen the way that his jaw had worked as he'd kissed him, passionately and without reserve, in front of every person in the world that he cared about heedless of the consequences.
There had been the way that he’d moved on the balcony of his apartment after he’d been possessed. The bunching and sinew of tendons in his hands as he pushed on the bleeding and torn skin. The swivel of his head to turn miserable, aching eyes to look at him with a silent plea to help him know exactly what he was supposed to do.
He’d seen the stretch of muscle when he’d dipped his head for a kiss. The lean muscle of his neck and the tendons that curled over his shoulders under threadbare t-shirts. The slide of slim, graceful, archer’s fingers into the lapels of his jacket to pull him into the kiss.
There was the constant movement of his hands as he spoke. They sliced through the air to punctuate a point, or they whirled in absent circles to help move his train of thought along while he tried to find his way through a sentence. His favorite was the way that his fingertips found their way under his chin to bring their gazes together as he spoke in hushed tones into the space between them.
He’d seen the way that he cradled a scared warlock child to his chest, protecting her from the melee around them and whispering hushed reassurances into her ear. His large hand had cupped the back of her head, holding her fast to him as he wove around sparks of magic and sprays of ichor. He'd used the back of his fingers to brush the tears from her chubby cheeks outside of the homestead that they'd been in as he knelt in front of her and told her that he wasn't going to let anyone hurt her and that she shouldn't be ashamed of her beautiful, lavender-colored magic.
He moved so effortlessly with his parabatai, their steps never seeming to falter around one another, in battle or simply in existing. He and Jace were like two magnets, counterbalancing enough to keep the other in close proximity but never quite colliding despite how closely they moved together. When Jace needed him, he was always across the space between them in a shockingly small number of steps, his arms wound around Jace to comfort him without words needing to be spoken to ask for the gesture.
He moved like a force of nature when he was in battle, his hands moving swiftly to send his arrows through all that wanted to do his family harm with a righteous fury. He was truly a force to be reckoned with as his muscles flexed and moved gracefully, propelling him into deadly, fluid motion. He was like a crouched tiger, all power and stealth, stalking through the tall grass and ready to spring forward as soon as the time was right.
He moved like a rolling wave under the silk sheets of their bed, an ebb and flow against his own body that was always in perfect rhythm. He moved with a confidence and ease that wasn’t always easy for him. When his nails dug into his shoulder and his forehead pressed to his neck with his mouth dropped open in silent ecstasy, there was nothing more perfect.
Even with that knowledge, he’d still never seen him move like he was.
There was sweat clinging to the runed skin of his arms as he moved. It was all consuming and the movement of every single muscle was like a beacon of perfection, drawing him closer. He walked silently across the room, stopping a few feet away to continue taking in the sight in front of him.
He was mesmerizing, the way his fingers moved over the strings. It was evident as the slipped and slid along the metal that there was blood welling on his fingertips. He’d obviously been playing for far too long.
His throat bobbed and strained as he pushed the lyrics out with heartbreaking sincerity, his eyes closed, and his chest heaved with ragged breaths around the words. The shine of his wedding band caught in the low light of the room and immediately drew his gaze.
His husband was beautiful and the way he moved never failed to make something shake loose in his heart but watching him put everything he had into the guitar across his lap as the song came to a haunting close was enough to send chills down his arms.
“You’re staring again, Magnus.” Alec had whispered, his hand flat on the guitar, not bothering to swivel on the stool to face him.
“You’re beautiful, as always.” The blush that moved up the back of his neck was deep and swift. Magnus stepped forward and slipped his arms around his shoulders. “You move me, Alexander.”
As beautiful as his husband was when he was moving, there was nothing quite like the quiet moments when he had his arms wrapped around the man he loved, and his embrace was enough to quiet the restlessness that lived in him.
just a lil malec smut inspired equally by a post i saw one time about alec eating trans magnus out and my burning anger towards james charles.
quick note: i use terms such as “slit,” “cunt,” and “clit” during the sex bits. if any of those words bother or upset you, please do not continue reading! take care of yourself! ily!
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“O-oh, fuck, Alexander,” Magnus moans as Alec palms him, pressing sweet hot pleasure against his clit.
His boyfriend looks smug, an almost delighted smile lighting his face as he slides down Magnus’s body to settle between his legs. “Fuck? I can do that.”
The heavy breath Alec pants against his thighs has Magnus winding his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair unconsciously, spreading his legs just that little bit farther apart.
Alec smiles, white teeth bright against the golden skin of Magnus’s leg, before he takes the opportunity presented and licks into Magnus’s folds, deeply and firmly and so so so wet.
Hot pleasure jolts through Magnus’s body at that and every muscle in his body goes taut for a moment. He lets out a groan and holds Alec tightly in place before he comes back to himself, letting go of Alec’s hair and climbing upwards on the bed, out of his boyfriend’s grip.
He makes to turn over and stopped when Alec catches him with a heavy hand on the thigh, a question in his eyes.
“What?” Magnus asks, bewildered. It’s not uncommon at all for Alec to fuck him from behind - it’s actually one of their favorite positions.
Alec pauses before answering. He suddenly looks a little cagey, a bit red around the ears. “You don’t…you don’t want me to eat you out?”
Magnus takes a full second to process that, to consider the fire that’s currently flooding his veins at the very thought of Alec licking into him again.
“Well - I mean, yeah. I do, but - you don’t have to touch me anywhere you don’t want to.”
“Magnus.” Alec’s brows are knit together as he speaks; his deep voice is flat. “Of course I want to touch you all over. Have you seen yourself?”
“Alec.” Magnus returns Alec’s flat tone with his own, a frown pulling the corners of his lips down. “I know I’m - different physically than what you’re used to, or even what you’re into. You don’t have to do that for me. It’s okay.”
Alec looks affronted at that, his heavy gaze pinning Magnus to the bed. He shifts so that he’s sitting up, ghosting a hand over Magnus’s thigh and shin almost absently, as if he can’t stand the idea of them being apart for even a few seconds.
After a long moment, he responds. “I’m attracted to you, Magnus. Full stop. No qualifiers - no in spite ofs, no if onlys, no buts. I want you. All of you. Whenever and wherever you’ll have me.”
“You’re gay.” Magnus blurts out before he can stop himself.
“And?” Alec shoots back, looking quite unimpressed with Magnus’s retort. “You’re a man. An unbelievably attractive man, might I add.”
Magnus can’t help but answer in a sharp tone of his own. “An unbelievably attractive man with the wrong parts.”
Instead of trying to argue, Alec pauses. Despair swirls around low in Magnus’s belly and he thinks to himself - fuck, this is it. I’ve finally pushed him away.
He looks down at the space between them, the chasm in his chest yawning wide. He feels broken. Worthless. Magnus suppresses a shiver, curls a protective arm over his stomach. Alec reaches out, covers Magnus’s hand with his own.
Finally, he speaks again. Without meaning to, Magnus snaps his head up at the sound of his love’s voice.
“Sweetheart… I don’t think any part of you is wrong. I’m - so sorry that I let you think for even a moment that there’s a single piece of you that I don’t wholeheartedly love. You are everything to me - you are my world.” Alec is always heartbreakingly sincere as he speaks, his eyes wide and brow lowered.
He’s hardwired in such a way that it’s impossible for him to convincingly lie; it’s a terrible trait for a shadowhunter. Conversely, it’s one of Magnus’s favorite things about him.
Alec pauses again, looks down at their joined hands for a moment before he meets Magnus’s gaze again and speaks. “Can I - would it be okay if I showed you how much I want every inch of you?”
Not trusting his voice quite yet, Magnus nods. Alec brushes a gentle touch over Magnus’s knee and curls a hand around the back of his calf.
“If you feel uncomfortable at any point - if anything hurts, or if you just want me to stop - please tell me. I love you. I want to make you feel good.” Alec’s hazel eyes are so warm, so earnest. His voice is low, his lips are curled slightly up at the edges.
A spark of warmth alights in Magnus’s stomach, banishing the last dredges of upset, and he nods again, this time actually meeting Alec’s soft gaze.
“I love you,” Alec says, and it’s a promise.
Magnus already knows it - the words are practically tattooed over his heart at this point. Hearing it stated so plainly, though, is still something that he cherishes every time.
So he breathes out slowly, smiles at Alec through the heat that is quickly reclaiming his body. His blood sings in his veins when Alec dips down again, large palms spreading his thighs wider, opening him up.
He’s fully exposed like this - his most intimate places are bared to Alec, vulnerable to whatever the shadowhunter decides to do. The thought sends an unexpected throb through Magnus’s cunt, and he can tell from Alec’s captivated expression that he saw the way Magnus’s muscles twitched under his skin.
Alec curls a predatory smile up at him, and Magnus shudders despite himself, delicious pleasure sliding down the back of his neck. Alec slowly leans in, just barely brushes against Magnus’s hot flesh - makes his thighs shake with the feather-light touch. He pulls back to look up at Magnus’s expression, his full lips shining in the light of their bedroom.
He licks the wetness from them and drops his gaze back down to Magnus’s slit and Mother of God - Magnus has never been so turned on in his life. Alec has barely touched him and already the pressure is wound tight at the base of his spine, is ready to snap at the slightest provocation.
Not that Alec is going to be finished after his first orgasm. Magnus knows better than to assume that.
Without warning, Alec dives back in, presses his face between Magnus’s legs. He’s focusing on Magnus’s clit, is laving attention on it like he does with Magnus’s nipples. He sucks the nub and Magnus’s toes curl - a scream starts to unfurl from the bottom of his chest.
White-hot electricity crackles over his skin and Alec presses a long finger inside of his cunt, sliding in easily through the folds. Alec crooks his finger just right and suddenly the knot in Magnus’s stomach is snapping, the pleasure flooding every inch of his body.
The orgasm hits hard, bowing his back and clenching his hands with its power. He gasps against it, eyes flickering a kaleidoscope of bright images, too fast for him to try and make sense of. The heat is overwhelming - it’s all Magnus can do to contain his magic, which threatens to flare out, encapsulate them both.
He feels boneless when the waves start to ebb, the tension sliding from his veins as quickly as it spread in the first place.
But Alec’s not done yet.
He’s watching Magnus with a glint in his eye, no doubt admiring the flush on his smooth skin. When Magnus’s eyes can finally focus again, Alec grins at him cheekily, nips the soft skin of Magnus’s inner thigh.
His breath hitches in his throat at the tiny pain and he drops his head back, lets his fingers card through Alec’s messy hair.
Alec leans in again, licks Magnus slow and languid, deep and firm. He’s shocked by the sharp pleasure that snakes its way up the core of his body, intense enough to send his legs kicking out involuntarily.
“Mmph, sorry,” he says weakly as he jostles Alec, and he lets go of the other man’s hair, brings his own hands up to clutch at the pillow under his head. His boyfriend doesn’t pay his apology any attention, just thrusts in with a second finger, stretching him wide. The low current of lust simmering under his skin spikes sharply at that, and Magnus’s head falls back against the pillows.
Alec nudges his left leg to the side, brings up his other hand to tease at Magnus’s clit while he fucks into him with his tongue and spreads him open with single-minded determination. He rubs against the nub, squeezing it between two fingers, and heat spreads quickly from his touch, yanking a groan from Magnus’s lips.
Magnus jerks at the heat pooling low in his belly, his mouth falling open, and he cries out when Alec moves the hand that had been teasing at his clit up to his stomach, holding him down firmly. Alec shifts upward slightly, licking his way from inside of Magnus’s cunt back to suck on his clit.
It’s almost too much, and then Alec starts moving the fingers inside of Magnus, truly fucking into him now, and Magnus hears the wet squelching sounds they make as they move in and out, imagines what Alec’s cock would be like in their place, how tight it would fill him -
Magnus unravels, muscles tensing and relaxing unpredictably, his entire body caught in his second orgasm of the night. Wetness floods between his legs and he knows Alec can feel how his walls clench, can hear how raw his voice is as he shouts.
When he comes back down, Alec is gently rubbing his thighs, has his cheek resting softly against the flat planes of Magnus’s lower stomach. His eyes are almost entirely closed, his lashes fanning out over his cheekbones.
Magnus’s heart thumps at the gentleness and he slowly unwinds his hands from where he’s got them tangled in the pillowcase, moves so that he’s got one hand cradling Alec’s jaw and the other scratching at his scalp.
“Darling -” he whispers, and Alec looks up at him, eyes wide and bright and loving. Magnus’s words catch in his throat and he pauses, unsure of what to say. It was incredible. Completely unexpected. Wholly Alexander.
