After what felt like an eternity, they were both sprawled on Magnus’s bed. Alec’s head was resting on his chest, his hand caressing Magnus’ thigh.
Magnus ignored the tingle on his skin and cleared his throat.
“Well,” he prompted.
“Well, what?” Alec asked.
He sounded like he had no intention to move his head – or his hands for that matter.
“How was it?” Magnus asked this time.
Alec chuckled and the sound went right through his ribs and into his heart.
“Are you asking for a performance report?” Alec questioned.
“Not so much a report, no,” Magnus replied. “But I do appreciate constructive criticism.”
“You once threatened to portal Jace to hell when he said your shoes didn’t match your coat,” Alec countered.
“It wasn’t a threat. I appreciated his feedback. Jace would most definitely enjoy a trip to hell,” Magnus argued. “Besides, I’m not talking to Jace right now. I’m talking to you.”
Alec only hummed, continuing his ministrations with his fingers. Magnus was aware Alec was tracing something on his thigh. But he couldn’t quite figure out what. It was difficult to concentrate when neither of them were clothed.
“So,” Magnus prompted again. “Did you like it?”
“Why do you want to know?” Alec asked, his voice curious. “Are you doubting your skills?”
“This isn’t about me,” Magnus simply said. “This was your first time ever. I want to know if you’re okay.”
Alec lifted his head then. There was a smile on his lips. Magnus also wanted to know if it was one of those smiles that were reserved only for him.
“I’m okay,” Alec replied and kissed Magnus on the lips. “I’m better than okay.”
“Was it anything like how you imagined it would be?” Magnus questioned.
He didn’t know why he kept asking Alec all these questions. It wasn’t like he doubted his skills in bed of course.
But with Alec, everything was different.
The way he spoke. The way he fought. Even his magic, it felt different when he was with Alec.
And the sex…Well, he had never met anyone like Alec before.
So, it had been different as well.
Magnus just wanted to know if Alec felt the same.
“I don’t think I could have imagined this,” Alec chuckled. “And trust me, I imagined plenty.”
Magnus laughed and kissed Alec again. There was no one to interrupt them now. Not anymore.
“What did it feel like?” Magnus asked after a while.
“What do you mean?”
“My magic is connected to my body and how I feel,” Magnus explained. “So sex for warlocks can be a little…wild.”
“Oh,” Alec said.
“I was wondering if shadowhunters felt something similar,” Magnus pointed out.
“I’m not sure,” Alec replied. “We don’t have magic. Just runes.”
Magnus hummed. He had expected as much.
“But the runes are helpful though,” Alec said now.
“Yes, I noticed,” Magnus giggled.
“Stop it!” Alec blushed.
“So, I guess it was just like sex for mundanes,” Magnus pointed out.
“I don’t think so,” Alec replied. “It was definitely different.”
It wasn’t like Alec had any experience to compare it to. But he sounded confident.
“Because of the runes?” Magnus inquired.
“Because of you,” Alec smiled.
“Oh,” Magnus said. “What do you mean?”
“It felt different,” Alec went on. “I told you. I couldn’t have imagined something like this. I can barely explain it.”
“Well try!” Magnus urged, now definitely curious.
“You do want a performance report!” Alec laughed. “I knew it!”
“Call it what you want,” Magnus rolled his eyes. “How was it different?”
“Okay let me try,” Alec said, his eyebrows knit in concentration, his bottom lip pouting on its own.
Magnus wondered if this is how what he looked like when sitting for an exam - did shadowhunters even have exams?
“Okay. Okay. I think I got it,” Alec squirmed around until he was facing Magnus. “Do you know how shadowhunters feel when their marks get stripped?”
“Good lord,” Magnus was horrified.
“Just let me finish,” Alec rolled his eyes.
Magnus gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Fine. Go ahead.”
Alec seemed pleased by the kiss and almost looked like he had forgotten his point.
“Right. So...Getting your marks stripped is like the worst thing that can happen to a shadowhunter. When we were kids, our parents would use it to scare us into behaving.”
“Yikes,” Magnus said eloquently.
“It’s true,” Alec sounded distant for a moment. “It’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to…I didn’t want anyone to know.”
“Your people should really start writing parents books,” Magnus muttered angrily. “Share the wisdom with the rest of the world.”
“Well, they couldn’t have scared with monsters under the bed or whatever,” Alec pointed out. “Shadowhunter children are not scared of monsters.”
Indeed. Magnus wondered if their kids would one day…
No. Too soon.
“Anyway,” Alec thankfully carried on. “It’s really scary. It’s painful. Just thinking about it makes me sweat to be honest.”
“I do hope you are going somewhere with this, Alexander,” Magnus grumbled.
“Being with you…” Alec said, threading his fingers with Magnus’ own. “It’s the opposite of that.”
“Go on,” Magnus grumbled – but softly this time.
“I did mean what I said. I don’t have the words to describe it. But I just know it’s the opposite…All that pain and fear and worry. What I felt with you…It was the opposite of that. There was no fear or worry or pain. Just you and me. That’s all that existed in that moment.”
Magnus tried to comprehend all of that.
“Say something,” Alec nudged his hip with a finger.
“Nephilim have a very weird way of talking about feelings,” Magnus replied.
Alec laughed, head thrown back and throat exposed. Magnus almost wanted to summon a camera to capture the moment.
“Nephilim don’t talk about feelings,” Alec countered. “But I don’t think it’s a Nephilim thing. It’s probably a me thing. I’m not so good with words.”
Magnus didn’t think that was quite true.
“Do you remember when Valentine raised Raziel?” Alec asked suddenly.
“And almost killed my entire race?” Magnus asked dryly. “I do vaguely recall something like that.”
Alec ignored the sarcasm – probably he a skill he developed simply by being Jace’s parabatai.
“I kept wondering what it must have felt like,” Alec said. “To be in the presence of Raziel…It’s the closest a shadowhunter can get to being in the presence of god.”
Magnus wanted to ask if Alec was religious. But now didn’t seem like the time to have that conversation. God probably wouldn’t approve of their current state.
“I still remember that night. When Lake Lyn looked like it was lit up by a thousand suns,” Alec said in awe, his blue eyes glowed. “There was an angel among us. An actual angel.”
He was right. The fact that there had been an angel in Idris had gotten overlooked by all the blood and murder. But it didn’t make it any less true.
“Raziel was actually there. And for a moment, it felt like we were briefly in heaven. Just for a moment,” Alec said quietly and looked at Magnus in the eye.
Magnus stared back, lost in Alec and his world.
“That’s what it feels like,” Alec said softly.
There was a moment of silence. Magnus wanted to say something back. Something just as beautiful.
But alas, he was Magnus.
“Alexander Lightwood,” Magnus giggled. “Did you just compare me to Raziel? Damn, I really am that good.”
Alec pinched his arm. “I told you I’m not good with words!”
Liar, Magnus thought.
Magnus pulled him closer, his voice low. “But you are good with a lot of other things.”
Alec grinned and kissed him on the jaw. “I’m glad you noticed.”
Magnus only smiled in response and kissed Alec’s neck – his eyes memorizing the runes, his hands memorizing the curves, his ears memorizing the moans and his heart memorizing it all.
Alec pulled back and held Magnus’ face in his hands.
It reminded Magnus of the way the archer held his bow – with a familiar ease that made Magnus smile wider.
“If I don’t have the words to describe how I feel, it’s because I never imagined I would feel anything like this,” Alec whispered.
“I don’t want your words,” Magnus said softly. “Only your heart.”
“It’s yours, Magnus,” Alec said – promised. “Never doubt that.”
Magnus kissed him then. A kiss that burned all every fear and worry and pain Alec carried within him.
Alec pulled again and Magnus tried not to pout.
“I might not to be able to describe how I feel,” Alec said, the blush creeping in once more. “But maybe I can show you?”
Magnus laughed and laid back against the pillows. “By all means.”
Exactly one year ago today, I drew the picture on the left. I remember being so proud of it. I still am. I decided to redraw it in honor of Malec Month and for it’s year anniversary.
It is still one of my favorites 🥰 inspired by one of my favorite Cassandra Jean pieces & one of my favorite BTS songs!
I hope you like it 🙈
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💛 can you do favorite things about eachother and Malec your other ones were so perfect!!
alec's favourite things about magnus
his kindness. it will never fail to amaze alec that despite living for centuries and facing everything magnus has faced, he never lost his capacity for kindness. it inspires alec.
one of the most beautiful things alec has ever seen is magnus' laughter. the full laughing-till-your-stomach-hurts laughter. the way magnus' eyes crinkle when he's laughing makes alec want to kiss it and drown in the sound of magnus' laugh.
the sight of him when he's reading. there have been one too many instances of alec getting distracted by this, just staring at magnus with adoration till magnus eventually notices and kisses him hard.
kisses. saying that alec loves magnus' kisses would be a massive understatement. alec doesn't think there are words to describe just what magnus' kisses do to him and make him feel.
he loves the way magnus would always pull him closer, tighter against him first thing in the morning. he loves how it has become a sign of magnus waking up—his arms tightening around alec and their bodies melting into each other.
seeing magnus in casual clothes—sweatpants and t-shirts, or alec's personal favourite—his own sweater. he loves seeing magnus pad around in their house barefoot, sweatpants hanging from his hips and wearing one of alec's t-shirts. the domesticity of it makes his heart ache with joy sometimes.
the way he flirts. even after years together, magnus has the ability to fluster alec with his words and charm. alec wouldn't have it any other way, though—he loves the way magnus' eyes twinkle when he flirts with him.
magnus' favourite things about alec
his confidence. seeing alec become the man he is while also being truer to himself than he ever was—magnus feels privileged and the proudest for getting to witness it.
he loves just how expressive alec his with his love. he's so earnest—and he never fails to make magnus and their kids feel loved.
how he goes out of his way to make sure people are comfortable. how he is constantly willing to learn, so he knows how to help someone—so he doesn't let anyone down.
when he sings. it doesn't happen very often, so magnus cherishes these rare moments even more. alec's voice is one of his favourite things in the world.
he loves how the first thing alec always does when he returns home is kiss magnus. it took him a while to realise it had become a little tradition.
the crease in his forehead when he's trying to concentrate, and the slight twitch that his nose does when he's confused or can't understand something. magnus loves that he gets to learn all these little quirks about alec.
watching him with their children. he loves how extremely soft and gentle alec is, the smile on his face of absolute delight. loves the sight of his husband and his children—his family—something he never thought he'd have.
"Alec kissed him back with shattering enthusiasm, and Magnus thought, Yes, this one, this one fits, after all the stumbling around and searching, and here it is."
From.....LOST BOOK OF THE WHITE. Really. We're jumping ahead for fun. Our boys steal some time alone with the baby in the next room....
Now Magnus watched Alec walk toward their bed, safe and home and well-beloved, and he felt the last of the tension slip from his body. He could sleep again, he thought. It had been a while since they slept in their bed together, at the same time. Too long. He rolled his shoulders, sighing, and Alec’s eyes followed the movement.
“I’m not tired,” claimed Alec, clearly lying. “Are you tired? Or would you want to—stay awake?”
Oh. It had been a while for a few things.
Too long.
Magnus leaned in across the bed and lied, his voice soft and delighted: “I’m not tired.”
Alec was already leaning in to him, his lean warrior’s body stretched out on the bed and curving toward Magnus. They met halfway, the kiss moonlight soft at first. Magnus was smiling. Alec’s warm mouth curved, after a moment, into an answering smile. Moonlight changed to starlight, a feeling like points of brightness coming to shining life all through Magnus’s body.
Magnus separated reluctantly from Alec to help Alec slide off his worn T-shirt. Magnus dropped the T-shirt by the side of the bed, and began to draw his own rings from his fingers.
“Hey,” Alec murmured, eyes shining in the low light, voice husky. “Leave them on.”
It had been much too long.
“All right,” Magnus whispered back. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?” said Alec.
Magnus reached out and stroked the angelic rune traced against of Alec’s throat, and felt Alec swallow under the light pressure of Magnus’s fingers and the metal of his rings. Then Magnus clasped the nape of Alec’s neck and drew him in for another kiss. His free hand glided up the arch of Alec’s back, rings stuttering along his spine. His palm slid up to his shoulderblades, mapping the well-known and always wonderful stretch of soft skin and scars.
Alec broke the kiss with a gasp, and leaned his head down on Magnus’s shoulder, tucking his face into Magnus’s neck for a moment. He slid the robe off Magnus’s shoulders, and as the silk slid away he kissed the bared brown skin. The press of his mouth was tender as well as passionate, every move of Alec’s always so utterly sincere.
“Anything,” said Magnus, and meant it with all his heart. “What do you want?”
“Everything,” Alec mumbled. “You.”
“ ‘Everything’ and ‘me’ are not the same thing,” Magnus murmured.
“They are to me,” said Alec.
He kissed him again, kissed away the startled look Magnus knew he was wearing, still caught off guard by Alec Lightwood, still wondering if this could possibly be for him. This kiss went as deep as the first one tonight had been soft, and as they kissed Alec tumbled back on the silk pillows and pulled Magnus down against him.
Magnus nuzzled the rune on the side of Alec’s neck, then kissed the hollow at the base of his throat, and felt the shiver run through Alec’s body beneath him.
Was the Red Scrolls of Magic a fast read for everyone or just me?! I absolutely loved it I’ve always wanted to read from Alec’s POV since the Mortal Instruments books because he had this sassy air about him and I absolutely loved his subtlety about it and that made his outbursts all the more enjoyable.
Getting to know this darker tormented side of Magnus I honestly wasn’t prepared for that the way he loved carelessly and and with all his being no matter how many times his heart was broken and mended in all kinds of ways he honestly broke my heart especially his interaction with Raphael Santiago and the fact that Raphael kept texting Ragnor Fell i mean you whyyy why break our hearts like that. Honestly every interaction with our beloved characters and seeing how much they’ve grown from when Magnus and Alec met them is really heartwarming and that scene when Tessa was waiting for them in their apartment was the best thing that happened to me.
I need more of these books I really do and I can’t believe we’re gonna have to wait for a year for the next book to come out but i guess we will have Ghosts of The Shadow Market and The Last Hours keeping us occupied but honestly i have no idea how I’m gonna get through them with my heart intact.
“Time was something that moved in fits and starts for Magnus, dissipating like mist or like chains, but when Alec was there, Magnus’s time seemed to fall into an easy rhythm with Alec’s, like two heartbeats falling into sync.”
