Hi. 45 for malec for the dialogue prompt thing. Also your blog is lovely.
Hey, first of all, this has been long overdue. Thank you for being so patient. I tried to make this extra fluffy to make up for being so late. I hope you like it. Also, your blog is amazing as well! 🥺🌈
45. "How much of that did you hear?" for malec (magnus/alec)
"Catarina! I absolutely will not do that! Come on, you're supposed to help me."
"I am trying to," comes the reply from the other side of the line, and even though Magnus cannot not see her, he knows that Catarina is probably laughing, silently.
"You are not. You are just finding amusement in my despair. I should've gone to Ragnor." At that, she does laugh, out loud. Magnus grumbles and can't help but let out a chuckle too.
"Okay, how about a sexy little dance? You could perform it for him wearing–"
Magnus hangs up. Really, he doesn't know what he was thinking, calling Catarina for advice on what to gift Alec. He probably should've learned from years ago, when something similar happened.
He thinks about who to call next. Definitely not Ragnor. Not Elyaas either, that didn't go well the last time. Besides, he would probably suggest turning Alec's limbs into tentacles.
Tessa, maybe? She would be sympathetic, he thought. And she's definitely a romantic. She would help him. He decides to call her.
"Hey, Magnus! It's been a while. How are you?" Tessa says when she picks up, her voice out of breath.
"I'm good. Um, are you okay? You sound like you've been running a marathon."
Tessa chuckles. "No, just running in circles around the kids."
"Can't believe I'm saying this, but I can relate to that."
"Yeah, you've come a long way. Anyway, did you need something or– wait, hold on a second. Christopher Herondale, stop trying to use your sister's stroller as a bloody shopping cart! Sorry, can I call you back some other time if it's not anything too urgent? I gotta go stop Kit now, or he’ll try to make Mina's stroller fly next."
It is urgent, to Magnus at least. He needs to find an amazing gift for his husband and he doesn't have a lot of time. However, he barely gets to say, "Yeah, sure. No issues," before Tessa hangs up.
Magnus sighs. That did not really turn out to be helpful either, which makes him a little frustrated.
He is thinking about who to call next when his phone rings and Clary's name flashes on his screen. He picks up. "Hey, biscuit."
"Magnus! Hey, how are you?"
Magnus smiles. Clary has an exceptional energy to herself, and Magnus knows that she genuinely wants to know how he is doing every time she asks him that.
"I'm doing quite alright. What about you? Jace blow up the Institute yet?"
Clary laughs. "No, not yet. But who knows what might happen tomorrow."
Magnus chuckles.
"So, big day tomorrow, huh. You guys got anything planned?"
"Oh my god, that's exactly what I've been struggling about. We don't have like, a party planned or anything, but I want to get him something special but I have no idea what! Help me," Magnus moaned.
"Aww. You have nothing particular in mind?”
"No. It's our first marriage anniversary. And he threw us the perfect wedding last year. So I really want to do something meaningful. Before the Mortal War, before he kissed me in front of everyone in Alicante, I enhanced Isabelle's whip as a gift for his birthday, because I knew that his priority was protecting his family."
"Wow, Magnus. That's really thoughtful and sweet. Alright, let me think," Clary says.
After a few seconds of silence, she asks, "What does he value most in his life now?"
"The kids," Magnus replies, without missing a beat.
"Yes! Why not do something for them like you did for Izzy?"
Magnus paused. "I know exactly what to do."
"So… What are you gonna do?"
Magnus smiled and said, "I'm gonna get bracelets for all of us and enchant protective spells into them. I might also spell them later on so they'll let us know if the kids were ever in danger. But that's something for the future."
"Magnus, that sounds beautiful. He's gonna love it," Clary says softly.
"Thank you, sweet plum. You are the only person who has actually helped me today."
"I'm always here, Magnus. You go do what you need to do now."
"I will," Magnus says before hanging up.
Just then, he feels arms wrap around him and almost jumps, before he registers the familiarity of the embrace and realises that it's his husband.
"Who were you talking to?" Alec murmurs into his neck.
"Just Clary," he says, and then adds, "How much of that did you hear?"
"Not much, just you saying she helped you. What did you need help with?"
Magnus relaxes. "Oh, nothing," he says and turns around in Alec's arms. He pecks Alec's lips and says, "Are you all done for today?"
"Yep. And the Consul has taken a day off tomorrow as well."
"Oh? And what does the Consul plan on doing on his day off?" Magus says and kisses Alec's cheek, then his jaw, and starts prepping kisses down his neck.
Alec tilts his head a little and tightens his arms around Magnus' waist. "You're going in the right direction. I'm sure you can guess what the Consul's plans are."
Magnus kisses the spot behind Alec's ear. "Mhmm, wouldn't mind you enlightening me still."
Alec lets out a slight gasp when Magnus sucks at the crevice where his neck meets his shoulder. "The Consul's plans are to not be the Consul tomorrow. My plans are to just be your husband tomorrow."
Magnus pulls back and looks into Alec's beautiful blue eyes. "I love you so much," he says before kissing Alec deeply and softly.
Magnus’s mornings were never this pleasant before. Sure, he had many lovers. He had been in love many times. But he never felt this way after waking up and seeing his lover next to him.
Alexander. Alexander. Alexander.
He couldn’t stop thinking about him. This boy, a Nephilim, stole his heart so fast, he couldn’t do anything about it. Not that he wanted to. He fell in love too fast and too hard. It’s scaring him. Because this is so different. It never happens like this. It’s so... foreign.
Alexander. Alexander. Alexander.
He looks at him and feels the warmth spreading into his chest. Alexander just looks so... divine. Beautiful. Elegant. Out of this world. His creamy white skin is so soft and literally begs Magnus to kiss it. He’s hugging the pillow underneath his head, pouting in his sleep and Magnus fights the urge to kiss those lips and wake him up.
Alexander. Alexander. Alexander.
He must have been looking at him so long and so intense, Alexander wakes up. He stirs a little and opens his adorable blue eyes. He looks at Magnus with those eyes under long lashes. Magnus couldn’t help but fall in love all over again. How could he not with this sight? How can anyone look at Alexander and not want to worship him?
Alexander. Alexander. Alexander.
“Good morning, Magnus.”
Dear Lilith. He literally purrs his name and Magnus doesn’t know what to do. All he wants is to hear his name through those lips again and again. He strokes Alec’s hand and brings it to his mouth. He kisses it first, then his fingertips. After that, he leans down and places a kiss to Alexander’s plump lips.
“Good morning, Alexander.”
Alexander. Alexander. Alexander.
His lover looks at him and moves. Alexander buries his head into his neck and puts his arms around him. He kisses Magnus’s neck gently multiple times and whispers, “I like it when you say my name.”.
Alexander. Alexander. Alexander.
“Oh?”
He feels him nod into his neck. “I hate when someone else calls me that. It’s like they’re mocking me. Underestimate me. But Angel, Magnus! It’s like you put all your love and adoration into this stupid name and I just... I don’t understand. I don’t know what to do. But I know that I like it. No, I love it. And I hate it when you don’t call me that. It feels...wrong. Oh God what have I done? I’m going to stop now.”
He is blushing so bad that even his chest and arms are red. And all Magnus wants is to kiss every inch of his skin.
Alexander. Alexander. Alexander.
Instead, he places a kiss on top of his head.
“I love your name. It fits you.”
Alexander just laughs. Magnus runs his hand through his ridiculously attractive looking bed hair and kisses him again.
“Your name is not stupid by the way. I would know. After all, I’m eight hundred years old.”
Alexander. Alexander. Alexander.
Alexander just smiles and Magnus wants to stop the time. He wants to live in this moment forever. He loves this boy’s smile and his adorable dimples.
“If you say so.”
Magnus smiles back because it’s so rare that Alexander doesn’t argue about this. Magnus still doesn’t understand how can a man like Alexander be so insecure. He hugs him tight and says, “I say so.”
Imagine Alec hearing someone use Alexa to control environmental things - lights, blinds, music and bailing up Simon because this, this is something he can do to make magnus’ loss of magic just a tiny bit better. He can automate the loft within and inch of its existence. He’ll buy digital candles damnit, if he can find them.
Imagine Simon being a little bit terrified because alec is weirdly intense about everything but also so freaking excited because Alec needs his advice and he's got this. Mundane technology - that's his thing. And, he has been given an unlimited budget which holy crap that's the coolest thing ever because home automation - the real kind not just your average crappy google home situation - is expensive.
Alec convincing Raphael and Catarina to help him get the technician and Simon into the loft to work their ”magic”. Catarina & Madzie assisting with spells to further enhance this fancy electronic system to respond to Magnus, doing away with the ”hey Alexa” start up phrase. Alec, Simon and Raphael making Spotify playlists to accommodate the times Alec’s heard Magnus mutter how Jazz would be perfect while glaring at his silent sound system.
Alec can't bring back magnus’ magic yet but he damn well will do whatever it takes to give him some small proxy until he figures it out.
“Alexander, you’ve gone overboard.”
Alec smiled, rubbing at his cheek, where a blush was starting to form. “We both went overboard. I know it’s a cheesy holiday but it was fun to celebrate it with you. And the dinner you planned was delicious.”
“Dessert was even tastier.” Magnus teased, remembering the heated make-out session after dinner. “And it ended the night perfectly. So what is this?” He asked, shaking the wrapped box Alec had given him.
“A final Valentine’s Day gift. Izzy helped me pick it out.”
Magnus unwrapped the gift and smiled at the gift inside. “I love it.”
So you know how some days start out great and for some reason, anxiety or depression comes in to mess with you? That was me today. So to get out of the funk, I decided to write drabbles. Not sure how many ships I’ll write about today but to start it off, here’s still one of my favorite ships, which is Malec (And the lipstick set that inspired this drabble is the pic). Thank you! :D
So I was bored (and a lil’ bit tipsy) last night and this kind of… Happened. I'm not quite sure what it is, but figured I’d stick it here anyway so… Enjoy? Idk?
. . .
“What happens to people when revenge doesn’t appeal to them anymore?”
Magnus looks up from the frying pan, confusion and curiosity plain on his features. He stands up straighter and cocks his hip out against the counter, spatula in hand and a slight frown on his face. The sound of sizzling oil fills the room as he takes a moment to consider the question. “In this example, is revenge the driving force behind all of their motivation so far?”
“Yeah.”
Magnus shrugs, turning his attention back to their breakfast. “Well, that should be obvious. What happens to a fire when its tinder runs out?”
Alec swallows. “It degrades to ashes. To be inevitably swept up by the wind.“ Magnus hums absentmindedly in agreement. Alec studies the small movements of his arm, strangely reluctant to cast his eyes anywhere else. “That’s what I feel like, sometimes. Ash. Waiting to be picked up by some inevitable force to scatter my remains until I’m unrecognizable. Until I’m something I’m not.”
Magnus looks up again, his attention caught for now. “Alexander darling, you’re forgetting something. You’re no flame. And no wind will be powerful enough to disperse you.” He grins then, a mischievous light in his cat eyes. “Not while I’m here.”
Alec’s eyes sting. “But what if you’re not here?”
Magnus’ face clouds over with confusion at the raspy words, and then he is gone. The room turns dark, and the smell of bacon disappears.
A sob gets caught in Alec’s throat, and the urge to collapse on the floor drags his limbs down. He lets it.
(3) Bath time with Max - Magnus and Alec argue over which shampoo to use on the baby’s blue hair. They can’t come to an agreement, but Max distracts them by splashing water. They end the night with a fun water fight.
It’s not about the Shampoo - Malec Drabbles 03
“Strawberry?” Alec suggested.
“Too basic,” Magnus rolled his eyes.
“Blueberry?” Alec asked.
“Really?” Magnus deadpanned.
“Chocolate?” Alec guessed.
“Do you want him to eat it?” Magnus gasped.
“Coconut?”
“Eh.”
“Peppermint?”
“Hmmm.”
“Okay. How about Sandalwood? We both use Sandalwood!”
Yeah, but Max is special. They had to find the shampoo that fit him perfectly. Magnus wanted to find the one that was just right. Choices are important!
“How about the one with the bird on it?” Alec asked.
“Alexander, that’s not even a famous brand!” Magnus exclaimed.
“Well, I don’t know any more flavors!” Alec replied in a frustrated tone.
“What do you mean?” Magnus asked incredulously. “There is Apple, Lavender, Sunflower, Tea tree oil, Coconut, Raspberry, Rose, Almond. There are so many to choose from! Too many!! I don’t know what to pick!!!”
“Well, just pick one soon or our son is going to die of hypothermia!” Alec reminded him, pointing at Max – who was preoccupied with his rubber ducks in the baby bath.
“If it is such a simple decision, then why don’t you choose one!” Magnus demanded, crossing his arms.
“Fine. Grapefruit.”
“Alexander, why do you hate our son?”
“Magnus, this is ridiculous!”
“No. You are the ridiculous o-”
They both gasped in unison when a tiny splash of water hit them. Max giggled at the two of them as if he knew they deserved it after their unnecessary theatrics.
“Oh, Max!” Magnus sighed and rubbed the little one’s head. “We are so sorry. We didn’t mean to argue.”
“Yeah. We are sorry, my baby,” Alec mentioned softly. “I don’t even know why we are arguing. You have like…four strands of hair on your head.”
“It doesn’t matter, Alec!” Magnus said quietly. “He is our son. We have to choose the perfect flavor. We have to make the right decisions. We can’t fu-. We can’t mess up. I don’t want to mess up.”
He didn’t want to tell Alec how scared he was right now. He has been since they adopted Max. He was scared that he was going to mess this whole thing up and ruin Max’s life.
“Hey, Magnus,” Alec called him softly. “It’s fine. You can’t mess up by picking the wrong flavor. And even if we do, it’s okay. We are new at this, remember?”
Alec wasn’t really new at this. Fatherhood came to him so naturally that everyone started calling him the baby whisperer. Alec had always been a caretaker, a protector and a brother. And Magnus…He hasn’t been anything really.
“What is it?” Alec asked gently. “It’s not about the shampoo, is it?”
No. It wasn’t.
“I am scared, Alexander. You seem to be acting like we have everything under control. You are no scared at all. I just…I just don’t know what I am doing,” Magnus confessed.
His husband enveloped him into a hug and laid his head on Magnus’s shoulder.
“Neither do I, Magnus,” Alec whispered. “But you are right. I am not scared. You want to know why?”
“Because you are a baby whisperer?”
Alec huffed out a laugh and kissed Magnus on the cheek.
“No. Because I am doing this with you. Every time I panic or feel afraid, I look at you. There is no one else I would rather do this with. You have taken care of so many people, Magnus. For centuries. And look how amazing they all turned out to be. So, no. I am not scared at all – Because I am raising my son with Magnus Bane. It can’t get any better than that.”
Magnus smiled against Alec’s face and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Looks like you are a husband whisperer too.”
His husband laughed at that. “Nah. I just know my Lightwood-Bane boys really well.”
And in that moment, Max giggled and started clapping his hands giddily in the water. Alec let out a surprised gasp and started gently splashing him back. Droplets of water splattered everywhere and ruined Magnus’s new Versace shirt. He had never been happier in his immortal life.
(2) Alec plays truth or dare with Jace and Simon. They bet he can’t put make up on Magnus while he’s asleep, but Alec proves them wrong. Magnus wakes up and thinks it’s all a nightmare.
Prettiest of Them All - Malec Drabbles 02
“Never have I ever turned into a rodent!”
“Simon, that’s a totally different game! We are playing truth or dare!” Jace giggled, sipping on his seventh margarita.
Or eleventh – Alec wasn’t really sure at this point.
“Oops. Sowy!” Simon giggled back. “Alec, it’s your turn! Truth or dare?”
“Dare!” Alec declared valiantly, the alcohol turning him brave.
Jace and Simon whispered something to each other – Or so they thought. They were actually being really loud.
“Okay. Okay. We dare you to draw a moustache on Magnus’ face while he is sleeping.”
His husband had had a tiring day after meeting endless clients. He only had a few shots before passing out on their living room rug. Alec had settled his husband on the bed and had returned for one more drink before heading to bed himself.
It has been five drinks since then. It was all Jace’s fault.
“Magnus already has a moustache,” Alec pointed out dreamily. “It’s very sexy.”
His companions started to make kissing noises and Alec couldn’t hold back a giggle.
“Ohhhh. I know!” Simon exclaimed. “How about you put makeup on his face?”
“Magnus has a nice face,” Jace pointed out.
“A very nice face,” Alec clarified.
“I dare you to make it nicer,” Simon challenged.
“Impossible!” Alec replied indignantly. “Can’t get any prettier. He is the prettiest of them all!”
His brother and brother-in-law looked at each other quizzically.
So that is how the three of them ended up in Alec’s bedroom with Magnus’ makeup box – which was huge by the way.
“Ohhhhh. Izzy has that chapstick too!” Simon cooed, plucking the strawberry chapstick from Alec.
“Hey! I have that one too!” Jace cheered. “What? I don’t like it when my lips get dry.”
“Guys! Shush! My husband is sleeping!”
“Okay!” Jace and Simon whispered in affirmation.
“By the angel!” Alec gasped, softly.
“What is it?” Simon whispered back.
“That’s my husband!” Alec whispered in shock, pointing at Magnus. “I am married to the prettiest man in the world!”
“Yes, you are,” Jace whispered, wiping a tear off his face.
“Okay. Let’s put makeup on my pretty husband!”
And they did. Lipstick. Something that went on top of the eye. And underneath it. The eyebrows. The nose. Some rose stuff on the cheeks. Some green stuff on the ears. Magnus was going to love it.
“He is so pretty,” Simon sobbed softly.
“OH MY GOD! WE FORGOT GLITTER!” Alec somehow screamed and whispered at the same time. Magnus would hate him if he doesn’t use glitter. Magnus loves glitter.
“Is there glitter in the make up box?” Jace whispered going through the box already.
“Are you kidding?” Alec snickered proudly. “He has a separate box for glitter. And guess what? It’s even bigger!!!”
“YASSSSSS!!!!!!!” the boys screamed.
Blue. Green. Yellow. Red. Purple. Gold. Pink. Orange. So many colours. Alec didn’t know what to choose from!
“Maybe we should mix all the colours together! Put some glue! And make a paste! Make a special rainbowy colour for Magnus!” Jace suggested.
“OH MY GOD, JACE!” Alec gasped in delight. “YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!”
And then the mixing began. Once they applied the rainbowy makeup, they all let out a satisfied sigh together.
“Truly a work of art,” Simon commented.
“Magnus or the makeup?” Jace inquired.
“Both,” Alec confirmed. “I love my pretty husband and his pretty makeup.”
They went back to the living room and did a couple of more celebratory shots. Alec didn’t remember doing karaoke or making best brother badges or watching Legally Blonde or passing out on the couch along with Jace and Simon.
All he remembered was waking up to a booming voice that shook up the whole loft.
“ALEXANDER GIDEON LIGHTWOOD! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!”
“Alec!” Jace whispered even though there was no need to anymore. “I think your pretty husband is pretty mad.”
