#malecweek2015

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Day 7: Scene You'd Like To See in the TV Show Day

Alec felt the weight of the weapons covering his body - twin seraph blades in his belt, knives and daggers hanging around his hips, his bow and quiver slung across his back - the sting of all the new Runes covering his body, the soft pressure of Magnus' hand in his. One Rune in particular weighed him down and lifted him up all at once. The one burning into the back of his hand; the one Magnus had drawn on him with slow, steady hands. The one whose twin was seared into the warlock's skin. Alec glanced across at Magnus. He looked so different to normal. Gone was the glitter and the make-up, and in its place was a somber ensemble consisting mostly of black, and a grim expression covering his face. Alec hadn't left Magnus' side since their rather public display earlier. He didn't regret what he'd done, but neither did he think that right before a battle was the time to discuss his dating habits with his parents. So he'd stayed with his boyfriend, attempted to ignore the whispers (which had quickly ceased due to the impending battle) and avoided his parents. He'd caught Isabelle's eye from across the room, and she'd smiled widely at him. Magnus seemed to be searching for someone. Alec followed Magnus' gaze and saw Luke standing with Jocelyn, Clary, and, to his surprise, Raphael, apparently discussing something in heated tones. Clary was glaring, Jocelyn staring at Raphael with icy coldness, and the vampire watched them all with his usual mixture of superiority and distaste. With a sigh, Magnus looked away, shifting, his hand slipping from where it had been encasing Alec's to tug thorough his hair. Alec realised, with a jolt of surprise, that Magnus was on-edge. Magnus, fearless and flamboyant and fabulous Magnus, was nervous, distracted. It reminded Alec of the three things that had happened since he'd been in Alicante that had set his bra whirring. In that alley, the first time he'd seen Magnus for far too long, the warlock and told him that he loved him. Alec's immediate thought had been to reject the notion - how could Magnus love him? The idea was absurd. But then, as he thought over everything Magnus had done for them, he'd realised that maybe he was telling the truth. Then Clary had drawn that Rune. Alec had nearly jumped out of his skin when he'd seen Magnus standing in place of the skinny red-headed girl, until he'd looked across to where Magnus had been, and realised what was happening. He couldn't deny what was staring him right in the face. And then he'd outed himself in such a ridiculous way, kissing Magnus in front of everyone, partnering with him in the battle... Alec hardly knew himself anymore. He didn't do those things. And yet, it also filled him with a slight sense of self-pride. Alec had no idea what time it was. He knew that they'd be making their way to Brocelind Plain through a Portal just before midnight to meet Valentine's demon army. He knew he'd be one of the first through, as Magnus would create the Portal. And he knew that he could well be dead by the time the sun rose again. He could so very easily die in this battle, even if he had the High Warlock of Brooklyn by his side and his magic at his disposal. Alec was certain that any kind of magic he used wouldn't be anywhere near what Magnus could cast, though his self-healing abilities would likely come in handy. Looking around, Alec felt determination set in his gut. The same kind of determination that had been in him when he'd fought with Magnus, when he'd marked and kissed him. But he didn't want to do this in public. He caught Magnus' forearm, making the warlock look at him. "Magnus." The warlock quirked an eyebrow. "Alexander." Alec swallowed. "I need to tell you something." Magnus nodded. "Go on." "Not here. Can we go outside?" Magnus frowned a little. "Alec, I have to open the portal to—" "I know," he said quickly. "It won't take long, I promise." "Alright. Is everything okay?" Alec began to pull Magnus through the crowd. He sent him an amused look over his shoulder as he headed towards the door, thankful that neither of his parents were anywhere near them. "Valentine is about to summon an army of demons, but that's not really bothering me." He could feel Magnus' stare as they broke through the people and out into the cool night. "Are you feeling okay?" Alec felt the jovial feeling flood out of him. He looked up at the clear sky, stars twinkling, and nodded once. He kept his hand on Magnus', their fingers linked together. A breeze floated through the air, stirring Alec's hair. He looked over at Magnus, to find the warlock watching him with a mixture of curiosity and longing and something deeper on his face. Alec's heart ached. How had it taken him so long to realise what Magnus really meant to him? "Magnus," he murmured, turning to face him. Magnus reached up and ran his fingers down Alec's cheek. "What is it?" Alec took a deep breath, taking both Magnus' hands in his. A tiny voice in the back of his head told him that this was a bad idea, that Magnus couldn't possibly have meant it, that he'd finish the conversation embarrassed and upset. But he didn't pay it any attention. "I love you," he said, with conviction, squeezing the warlock's hands a little in emphasis. "I love you, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for taking so long to realise it, I'm sorry for how I treated you, I'm sorry for acting like you were a dirty secret that I was ashamed of—though I swear, I was never ashamed of you, it's just—" Magnus placed one long, slender finger over his lips. "Sh. Don't be sorry. It's okay." Alec felt suddenly shy and guilty. He flushed a little at the look in Magnus' eyes: all passionate and tender and...loving. "But—" Magnus removed his finger and replaced his with his lips. Alec clutched at the collar of Magnus' long cost as the warlock's arms came tight around his waist, and he let out a shaking breath against Magnus' lips. He could feel the heat rolling off the warlock, and he pulled them closer, wanting more of the indescribable feeling flooding through him. Love. Magnus pulled away, and rested their foreheads together. His eyes were still closed, his breathing uneven. His eyelids fluttered back to reveal those exotic gold-green eyes that Alec could stare at all day, shining with emotions that Alex couldn't even begin to guess at. "I love you," Magnus murmured, pulling back a little too look him right in the eyes. "I love you, Alexander Lightwood." Alec smiled. He felt like he couldn't say it enough. "I love you, too, Magnus Bane. And I know we might be dead by tomorrow, but—" Magnus shook his head, and brushed a strand of hair back from Alec's face. "We won't die. We're allied. We'll win, Alec." He swallowed visibly. "Don't say we might die. We won't. Just tell me you love me." The love welling in his chest physically hurt. He pulled Magnus close and crushed their lips together again, this time with desperation. "I do," he whispered between kisses. "I do love you. I love you." "I will never get tired of hearing that," Magnus murmured. They held each other, no space between them as they stood in the cold night. A huge battle looked over them, but all Alec could focus on was the remarkable man in front of him. The man he loved, and who loved him back.

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Day 6: Gender or Body Swap Day

When Alec awoke, the first thing he felt was exceptionally disorientated. He wasn't really sure why. He was in Magnus' - no, their - bed, sunlight just attempting to break through the blinds into the room, an arm around his waist. He blinked, and frowned. He'd come home late the night before, after a gruelling fight with a hoard of Ravener demons, and had been so tired that he'd barely summoned the energy to strip out of his gear and climb into bed. He'd left it all strewn across the floor, too exhausted to care that Magnus would chastise him for it in the morning. But his gear was nowhere to be seen. Then another odd thing struck Alec. Magnus felt cold. Not freezing, and it was November, but Magnus was a perpetual inferno—he and his magic warmed Alec up during cold winter nights. Just to add to the list of strange things, his head was pounding. Jesus. Alec scrubbed a hand across his eyes— And stared. He blinked furiously, shook his head, and looked at his hand again. Or, rather, not his hand. His hand wasn't honey-brown, his hand was covered in scars and callouses, and his fingernails most definitely weren't painted neon green. He sat up abruptly, the comforter pooling around his waist. He stared down at his body. Magnus' body. He ran a hand down his stomach, fingers lingering in shock at the spot where there should have been a navel—a spot he knew very well, but from a very different angle. He turned to the sleeping form beside him, and nearly jumped out of his at the sight of his own face wearing the expression Magnus usually wore when he slept. Alec stared at himself - at Magnus? - fascinated. He looked so different through Magnus' eyes. It was like all the flaws that he hated had somehow become endearing, or beautiful, or even just weren't there at all. But how the hell had this happened? If Magnus had been doing experimental magic again, Alec was going to kill him. "Magnus," Alec hissed, reaching out a manicured hand to shake his boyfriend. He choked when he realised that he was speaking with Magnus' voice. Angel, could it get any weirder? "Wake up." Magnus, in Alec's body, opened his eyes blearily, his expression dazed. "Alec, what— Oh my god." Alec pulled a face as he heard his own voice spoken in Magnus' familiar tones. It felt strange, pulling expressions that came so naturally to him on someone else's face. They didn't quite feel right. "Please tell me you can fix this. In fact, no. Please tell me how this happened in the first place." Magnus sighed, and flopped back. "I may have been drunk last night." Alec stared at him, incredulous. "You what?" "I was drunk." Magnus waved a dismissive hand, but paused mid-dismissive-flick, as though he, like Alec, noticed how strange the gesture appeared coming from Alec's body. Well, at least Alec understood why he - or, rather, Magnus' body - had a pounding headache now. He had a hangover. Alec fixed Magnus with a stern look. "Magnus. Why were you drunk, and how has that lead to me being in your body?" "I missed you," Magnus murmured, looking up at him with sad blue eyes. On an ordinary day, when Magnus looked at him with his own entrancing eyes and that expression, Alec's heart might have softened. As it was, seeing it on his own face lessened the effect. "You've been so busy, and you stayed at the Institute for the past few nights." He shrugged. The delicate gesture from his body made Alec want to cringe. "I just wanted a distraction." Alec sighed, and reached out a hand to twine his fingers through Magnus'. Or, rather, his. "I'm sorry, Magnus. I didn't mean to abandon you." "It's okay," he said. "We have busy lives. Don't feel bad." "So you did magic drunk?" Alec guessed, raising his eyebrows. Huh. That expression felt much more effective on Magnus' face than his own. Magnus nodded, and strands of Alec's hair fell into his eyes. Magnus pushed them aside with far less impatience than Alec always did. Alec felt the strangest urge to run his fingers through that hair - his hair - and feel the soft strands between his fingers. Apparently, regardless of their swapped status, some more basic imprints had been left behind. Because Alec had never looked into a mirror and just stared at his own eyes before as he was now. He couldn't even begin to describe how strange the sensation was. "I think so," Magnus said. "I was reading something. I left it out. I can check. Either I was very, very drunk, or it went wrong." A horrible thought struck Alec. "Hang on. This isn't permanent, is it?" "No. I'd be completely drained if it were. Do you feel drained?" Alec furrowed his eyebrows. Another expression that seemed...different. "No. I don't think so. I've just got a hangover. Or you've got a hangover. Oh, Angel, this is impossible." He sighed, and flopped back against the pillows beside Magnus. Magnus smiled. Alec really hoped the tiny twinge in his gut at that expression was a Magnus-response, not an Alec-response. "It should wear off, then," Magnus said. "How long?" "A few hours, probably. No more than a day, I'd guess." A strange look came over Magnus' face. He propped himself up on one elbow and stared down at Alec, raking his eyes up and down, scrutinising his face and his chest and torso and stomach, down to his prominent hip bones, when the comforter prevented his eyes searching any further. Alec didn't want to know what Magnus was thinking. "Great," he huffed. "I can't just become the High Warlock of Brooklyn for a day. I can't act like you." Magnus shrugged. "You don't need to. I haven't got any appointments today." Alec let out a breath of relief. "Oh, thank the Angel for that." "Can you feel my magic?" Magnus asked, clearly curious. "I don't know. How do I tell?" Magnus looked a little disappointed. "You'd notice it. It'd feel different. It's strange not to feel it." He paused, eyes searching out something on the body which Alec was currently inhabiting. Whatever it was, Alec couldn't see it. Then he saw the time. His eyes widened. "Crap. Magnus, I– No, you need to go." Magnus frowned. "Why? Go where?" "The Institute. The others are all meeting to train now." Magnus' eyes widened. "Alec, I can't train! I'm not a Shadowhunter! I don't know how to shoot arrows or man-handle Jace or stab your sister or whatever it is you do. Besides, your body hurts. What did you do to yourself last night?" "I honestly can't remember." Magnus looked pleadingly at Alec. "Let me make up an excuse. I am not submitting myself to Shadowhunter training when I already feel like I - you - need a hot bath that lasts and hour and a full-body massage. Then maybe another bath for good measure." Alec chewed on his lip. "I don't know. What excuse are you giving?" "What gets me out of training?" "Dying?" Alec suggested wryly. "I feel like I'm dying," Magnus moaned, always one for drama. "Honestly, Nephilim, you need to have a little more respect for your body. And a more sensible pain threshold, clearly." He scowled. Alec smothered a laugh. That expression suited his face perfectly. "Alright. Give me my phone." Alec held out a hand, trying to come up with a decent excuse to send to his sister. In the end, he just told her that there was an 'emergency'. It wasn't a lie. *** Magnus stood leaning against the counter, coffee in hand, while Alec used the bathroom. He wondered whether Alec would notice that he'd been sneaky and used just a touch of make-up: a little eyeliner, a tiny bit of eyeshadow, just a touch of glitter... It was perfect. Yet, Magnus hadn't been able to shake the very strange feeling he'd had when he looked in that mirror to apply a small portion of his large array of cosmetics to Alec's beautiful face. He'd noticed all those flaws that Alec complained about. He'd noticed them before, of course, but they'd never been flaws, they'd just been a part of Alec; a bit of the beauty that made up his whole. When Alec reappeared in the kitchen, he was dressed in a pair of sweatpants that were clearly Magnus', as they didn't have any holes in them, and a sweater that was most definitely Alec's for the opposite reason. Alec's - no, Magnus' - face was devoid of any make-up, his hair lacking any product, and Magnus couldn't help the little smile that appeared on his face at the raw, vulnerable appearance. Was that really how Alec saw him? All perfect beauty, even more so when it was barred plainly like that, with nothing to cover himself up? And god, did Alec, a Shadowhunter, a Lightwood by birth and by name, really see his eyes in that way? How could a constant reminder of his demonic side be so beautiful to a man part angel? Magnus swallowed, feeling strangely humbled as he experienced just touches of Alec's emotions. He stepped towards him and reached a hand up to cup his cheek, searching, like he had before, for something that wasn't there. He didn't look at himself like this in a mirror, didn't think of himself like this. He wasn't flawless. He wasn't perfect. Not in the way he appeared through Alec's eyes. "I love you," Magnus whispered. Alec frowned a little. "I love you," he repeated. "Magnus—" He hesitated. "What is it?" "Do you really...do you really see me like this?" Alec looked half nervous, half awed, looking at his own face in the way Magnus had been staring at his. "Yes," Magnus whispered, looking up just that inch or so that was the height difference between them. It felt strange to be the shorter of the pair. "Yes." He remembered what he'd been most uncomfortable with when he'd looked into the mirror at Alec's body earlier. "Don't hate your scars, Alec. Don't hate anything about yourself." Alec shook his head. "I don't hate my scars. I'm a warrior. They're the marks to prove that I've been in battle, that my job is to help save mundane lives and keep the peace. I don't exactly love them, but I don't hate them. Not anymore." Magnus raised an eyebrow. "Anymore?" "I never really thought about them until I met you. Everyone I knew was covered in scars. But you weren't. And you were looking at every inch of me, telling me that I was beautiful, and I was covered in scars. You weren't. You're flawless. But you made me believe that they're part of who I am, and not a part to be ashamed of." Magnus couldn't help the soft smile that spread across his face. Strange as it seemed, he linked his hands behind the neck that was, for the moment, Alec's, and kissed him. It was a careful kiss, both tentative, but Magnus felt the same love coming from and for Alec as he always did. "I have another question," Alec said when they parted. "Mhm?" "You don't like your eyes." Magnus didn't refute the statement. He didn't like his eyes. Like Alec had said about his scars, he didn't hate them, but he hated what they reminded him of. He hated that his eyes had caused the death of his parents. He hated that his eyes were the mark of everything evil in him. He hated that his eyes told everyone else that he was the devil's child. Alec's - his - fingers brushed against his cheek. "Magnus," he whispered. Magnus leant into the touch a little, and studied his own eyes in a way he never had before. He realised how Alec looked at them, and his breath caught. A mark of strength, of power; exotic, beautiful. There was a slight hint of sadness there somewhere at the reminder of Magnus' immortality, but it was far back. "If it makes any difference," Alec said, "I think you know how I feel about those eyes." Magnus nodded. "I do now." *** It was late that evening, when Alec was asleep, head in Magnus' - his - lap while Magnus continued reading through the book he'd been looking at the previous night that the warlock felt the tingles in his - Alec's - fingertips. Magic. And, mere seconds later, he found himself rolling off the sofa. He fell onto the floor with a thud, disorientated, and blinked, confused for a moment. He held up both hands, and grinned when he saw his own familiar hands. "Magnus?" Alec asked, in his own, beautiful voice. "Why are you on the floor?" "You were asleep, in my body, when we switched back. It was a bit of a shock." He looked up and smiled widely at Alec, his Alec, in the right body. It had been interesting, certainly, with some unexpected perks, but he wanted to look at and love those blue eyes, not see all the imperfections that Alec saw in himself. He hauled himself up, back onto the sofa, and snatched away the book lying in Alec's lap. He straddled his Shadowhunter's thighs, slid his hands into his hair, and kissed him, not and hard and needy in the way he'd wanted to all day, but couldn't. "Please," Alec said when they parted for a breathless second, "never do that again." Magnus raised an eyebrow, smirking. "What, kiss you?" Alec rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean." "I think you might have to be a little more specific," Magnus murmured, brushing his lips over Alec's earlobe. Alec growled low in this throat, and when he spoke, his voice was rough and raw and dominant. "I'll show you specific, Magnus Bane. You put eyeliner on me." So he had noticed. Magnus couldn't help smirking at him. Alec narrowed his eyes, danger and passion flashing across his face, before Magnus found himself flat on his back, wrists pinned above his head. Oh, Magnus couldn't wait to see where this would go.

[magnusbane-aleclightwood]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

written for MalecWeek Day 7. Missings malec scenes in the book.

Alec had to cancel his second date with Magnus and regrets that decision tremendously when the reason for cancelation turns out to be a clubbing night with Jace, Clary, Isabelle and Simon. Can he still have his date with Magnus when the warlock shows up in the same club?

No warnings, No rating. 

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Day 7: Untitled (Scene You’d Like to See in the TV-Show That Isn’t in the Book)

Title: Untitled Author: erucchii (or on AO3) A/N: Because it’s the last day of Malec Week (well, not anymore in my country, but other countries in different timezone, it’s still the 7th so yeah... Anyways, because I know I can’t catch up so I decided to just post the final one first. And I’ll post the fics for Day 4, 5 and 6 later. :D So yeah, enjoy! :D Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments belong to Cassandra Clare.

1) Scene 1 (after City of Glass)

After returning from Idris, Alec has started spending more nights at Magnus’s loft. One night, they were cuddled on the couch, Alec sitting at one end of the couch, and Magnus lay down with his head on Alec’s lap and feet on the armrest. They were having a movie marathon. While watching their second movie, Magnus suggested to Alec out of the blue, “We should go on a vacation together.

Alec, who was absently carding his fingers through Magnus’s hair, looked down in surprise, his hand stopping mid motion. “Vacation?”

“Yes. You, and me; no shadowhunting, no clients. Just the two of us, somewhere in Europe perhaps, doing mundane things like being a tourist, a going on romantic Seine river cruise at night, candlelight dinners…” Magnus saw Alec bit his bottom lip, and his expression fell. “What’s wrong?”

“Magnus… I don’t know if I can.”

There was a pause. Magnus clenched his fist, before unclenching it, and shifted his position so that now he was sitting up properly. “Are you still worried about what people think?”

“Angel, no,” Alec said immediately, his eyes wide at the implication of what Magnus was saying. “I don’t— I’m not ashamed of us. It’s just… Max. It feels wrong.”

Magnus sighed, and pulled Alec towards him. Alec ended up practically sitting on the warlock’s lap. “You can mourn, darling, but you have to move on. To continue on living.”

Alec curled up against Magnus, burying his face against Magnus’s neck. “I know.”

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2) Scene 2 (vacation scene in CoFA)

After settling into the villa Magnus rented for them for their three days in Versailles, France; Magnus took Alec to Château de Versailles. They spent the entire day there, before heading off to their dinner reservation. Alec was somewhat relieved that it wasn’t anywhere extravagant this time.

After dinner, they walked around, taking pictures along the way, or stopping by random shops, buying pastries for dessert or fast food for snacking.

By the time they returned to the villa, it was late, but Alec wasn’t tired. In fact, he was determined. Every time he wanted to take their relationship to the next level, Magnus pulled away. He knew Magnus only did so because the warlock respected him, and didn’t want him to do anything he was not ready for. It was sweet, at first. But now, it was making him frustrated. He knew he was ready.

So, while Magnus was in the bathroom, doing his business, and removing his make-up, Alec dimmed the bedroom light, and stripped completely. Then, he sat on the bed, and waited.

Magnus arched his eyebrows when he saw his boyfriend naked on the bed. “What are you doing?” he asked as he made his way towards the bed.

“Waiting. For you,” Alec replied. He knew he was blushing, and he was embarrassed, but he wanted to do this. He took one of Magnus’s hands, and pulled him onto the bed. “You’re overdressed,” he told Magnus, who was only wearing his boxers shorts, and captured Magnus’s lips into a kiss. “I want you,” he whispered, before kissing Magnus again.

The kiss was intense, passionate, and it was turning Magnus on. When they pulled apart, both out of breath and panting, Magnus asked, “Are you sure, Alexander?” He cupped Alec’s cheek with one hand, brushing a thumb over the shadowhunter’s cheekbone. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for.”

Alec leaned in for another kiss, and his hand moving up and down Magnus’s bare chest, before playing with one nipple. That elicited a moan from Magnus. “I want you, Magnus.”

And Magnus knew, from the determined look in Alec’s eyes, that his young boyfriend was serious. So, he stood back up, and took of his shorts. Alec grinned. “Losing my virginity in Versailles. Very romantic, isn’t it?”

“Very,” Magnus agreed, as he pinned Alec down on the bed.

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A/N: *cough and points up* I know I’m not the only one who thinks Alec’s gonna has his first time when they were on their vacation (of course, unless he already lost it, like during the time he exchange places with Jace)

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Day 7: Untitled (Scene You’d Like to See in the TV-Show That Isn’t in the Book)

Title: Untitled Author: erucchii (or on AO3) A/N: Because it’s the last day of Malec Week (well, not anymore in my country, but other countries in different timezone, it’s still the 7th so yeah... Anyways, because I know I can’t catch up so I decided to just post the final one first. And I’ll post the fics for Day 4, 5 and 6 later. :D So yeah, enjoy! :D Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments belong to Cassandra Clare.

1) Scene 1 (after City of Glass)

After returning from Idris, Alec has started spending more nights at Magnus’s loft. One night, they were cuddled on the couch, Alec sitting at one end of the couch, and Magnus lay down with his head on Alec’s lap and feet on the armrest. They were having a movie marathon. While watching their second movie, Magnus suggested to Alec out of the blue, “We should go on a vacation together.

Alec, who was absently carding his fingers through Magnus’s hair, looked down in surprise, his hand stopping mid motion. “Vacation?”

“Yes. You, and me; no shadowhunting, no clients. Just the two of us, somewhere in Europe perhaps, doing mundane things like being a tourist, a going on romantic Seine river cruise at night, candlelight dinners…” Magnus saw Alec bit his bottom lip, and his expression fell. “What’s wrong?”

“Magnus… I don’t know if I can.”

There was a pause. Magnus clenched his fist, before unclenching it, and shifted his position so that now he was sitting up properly. “Are you still worried about what people think?”

“Angel, no,” Alec said immediately, his eyes wide at the implication of what Magnus was saying. “I don’t— I’m not ashamed of us. It’s just… Max. It feels wrong.”

Magnus sighed, and pulled Alec towards him. Alec ended up practically sitting on the warlock’s lap. “You can mourn, darling, but you have to move on. To continue on living.”

Alec curled up against Magnus, burying his face against Magnus’s neck. “I know.”

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2) Scene 2 (vacation scene in CoFA)

After settling into the villa Magnus rented for them for their three days in Versailles, France; Magnus took Alec to Château de Versailles. They spent the entire day there, before heading off to their dinner reservation. Alec was somewhat relieved that it wasn’t anywhere extravagant this time.

After dinner, they walked around, taking pictures along the way, or stopping by random shops, buying pastries for dessert or fast food for snacking.

By the time they returned to the villa, it was late, but Alec wasn’t tired. In fact, he was determined. Every time he wanted to take their relationship to the next level, Magnus pulled away. He knew Magnus only did so because the warlock respected him, and didn’t want him to do anything he was not ready for. It was sweet, at first. But now, it was making him frustrated. He knew he was ready.

So, while Magnus was in the bathroom, doing his business, and removing his make-up, Alec dimmed the bedroom light, and stripped completely. Then, he sat on the bed, and waited.

Magnus arched his eyebrows when he saw his boyfriend naked on the bed. “What are you doing?” he asked as he made his way towards the bed.

“Waiting. For you,” Alec replied. He knew he was blushing, and he was embarrassed, but he wanted to do this. He took one of Magnus’s hands, and pulled him onto the bed. “You’re overdressed,” he told Magnus, who was only wearing his boxers shorts, and captured Magnus’s lips into a kiss. “I want you,” he whispered, before kissing Magnus again.

The kiss was intense, passionate, and it was turning Magnus on. When they pulled apart, both out of breath and panting, Magnus asked, “Are you sure, Alexander?” He cupped Alec’s cheek with one hand, brushing a thumb over the shadowhunter’s cheekbone. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for.”

Alec leaned in for another kiss, and his hand moving up and down Magnus’s bare chest, before playing with one nipple. That elicited a moan from Magnus. “I want you, Magnus.”

And Magnus knew, from the determined look in Alec’s eyes, that his young boyfriend was serious. So, he stood back up, and took of his shorts. Alec grinned. “Losing my virginity in Versailles. Very romantic, isn’t it?”

“Very,” Magnus agreed, as he pinned Alec down on the bed.

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A/N: *cough and points up* I know I’m not the only one who thinks Alec’s gonna has his first time when they were on their vacation (of course, unless he already lost it, like during the time he exchange places with Jace)

[dentistfangirl]

Last day of Malec week (I had so much fun, it is hard to say goodbye)

Well… what I really want to see on the first season of the tv show.

-The first kiss scene. With all the hard, questionable stares and all the bloopers of course because I’m giggling just imagining it! matt and harry girlfriends let them, please, give us a fabulous fanservice.

-The hickey, 1313

-“just for the hot guy” “the one with blue eyes”

-they being a couple. In the maximum expression of the sentence

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Day 3: Coffee (AU Settings)

Title: Coffee (Malec Week 7 days challenge; Day 3: AU settings) Author: erucchii (or on A03) A/N: Yes, I’m aware I’m late. I can’t seem to stick to my own schedule /shot But oh well. I won’t be able to catch up, but I’m still going to do all 7 damnit. Anyways, enjoy! :D Summary: Alec was the unfortunate one who picked the short straw. That means he had to go to the small coffee shop across campus to get coffees. But when he saw the barista behind the cashier, he thought, it might not be so bad after all. Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments.

Alec looked at the short straw in his hand, before turning back to the others. Jace and Isabelle both had a smirk on their faces, while Simon had a sheepish look, and Clary looked guilty. “You cheated.”

“Aw, of course not, brothermine,” Isabelle exclaimed, grinning.

Alec narrowed his eyes. He looked at each of them one by one, before finally his gaze fell upon the redhead. “Clary?”

“We colour coded the straws so that we know which one is the shortest straw,” she blurted out, and blushed. Because of this she earned herself a sigh from her boyfriend, Jace, and best friend, Simon, and a glare from Isabelle.

Alec rolled his eyes, before staring at the other four people in the lab they were using at Columbia University. He and Jace were working on building a robot for a project, when Isabelle, Clary, and Simon decided to join them in the lab. He looked at them suspiciously for a moment, before saying, “I don’t’ know what you’re planning but I don’t want any parts in it.”

“We just wanted some coffee, Alec,” Jace told his adopted brother, trying to sound as innocent as possible, all the while having a smirk on his face.

The look on Alec’s face was one of disbelief, but later he sighed in resignation. “Fine, I’ll do the coffee run this time.”

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The coffee shop was just across the campus, a short less-than-five-minutes walk. It was family-owned, called Charlotte’s Café. There was the familiar chime of the bell when he entered. Sophie, one of the baristas, gave him a smile before turning back to clear a table.

There were not many people at that time of the day, so the queue wasn’t long. He stood in line, and took out his phone to look at everyone’s order, and replying to the text Isabelle sent. He was so engrossed in his phone; he didn’t realize it was his turn.

“Darling, you can come closer, you know? I won’t bite.”

Alec’s head immediately snapped up, and blushed. Realizing what the barista addressed him as, he blushed even darker. Awkwardly, he walked towards the counter. He didn’t recognize the barista, so he probably just started. However, he did notice how good looking the barista was, and his slender frame— Alec shook his head. Where the hell did that come from?

“So, what would you like, darling?” the barista said with a grin.

Alec stared at the man with wide eyes. The guy was flirting with him, right? He may not be good with social cues but he was sure that the guy was flirting. “I want you—I mean, I want two mocha, large; one caffé frappé with whipped cream, one chai latte, and one large coffee, black,” he said in one breath, mortified by his earlier slip of tongue.

The man chuckled. “And your name?”

“A-Alec… My name is Alec.” Alec wished a hole would open and swallow him right about now.

“Right, Alexander it is.”

“What?”

“Alec is short for Alexander, isn’t it?”

“Well, yes. How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” he shrugged. “I’m Magnus, by the way.”

Alec smiled. “I’m Alec.”

“I know,” Magnus gave him an amused smile. He wrote Alec’s name on the cups, before giving the order list to Jem, another barista that worked there. Then, he rang Alec up.

The bell chimed, indicating a new customer had just comes in, while Alec was paying. So, Alec awkwardly said, “Well, it was nice…meeting you. I’ll just—I’ll just wait at the side.”

“You do that, darling,” Magnus replied, with a wink.

Alec could feel his ears turning red, and he immediately walked away. He swore he could hear Magnus’s soft chuckle.

It took almost ten minutes for Jem to finish making all the drinks he ordered. He exchanged a few words with the brunette before leaving, and if he noticed the amused look Jem gave him, well, he tried not to think about it.

While walking, he took his cup of black coffee in his free hand and was about to drink it when he saw the note at the side of the cup, near the scrawl ofAlexander. It was a phone number, and the note says:

Call me, darling. —Magnus

This time, Alec knew that he was blushing all the way down his neck. He had a sinking feeling that Isabelle had a hand behind this, but he would deal with that later. He stared at the number for a minute or two before committing it to memory.

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Jem leaned against the counter, his hands crossed over his chest, and an amused look on his face. He looked at Magnus, who was still at his post near the cash register. “What was that about?”

“What was what about?”

Jem shook his head when Magnus played dumb. “The flirting with Alec.”

“Jealous, Carstairs?” Magnus grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jem snorted. “I have my own beau, thank you. And a girlfriend.”

“I still can’t believe the three of you ended up in a threesome relationship,” Magnus told his childhood friend.

Jem laughed. Then, he said, “Back to the original topic, whatever it is you’re doing, Magnus, don’t chase him away, okay? Alec’s a regular, and Charlotte would be furious if you chase him away.”

“Aye, aye, captain.”

Jem left to the back room to get more pastries, when Magnus received a text. He fished out his phone from his pocket, and read the message.

You’re awesome, Magnus. My brother seemed to be lost in his thought with a weird smile on his face after he returned from the coffee run.

Isabelle

Magnus was grinning when he replaced the phone is his pocket. He couldn’t wait for his night shift tomorrow, knowing full well that Alec would be there too. Tomorrow was music night, and Charlotte always had live bands playing every week. Simon, Isabelle’s boyfriend, and his band would be performing tomorrow, and Isabelle always dragged Alec there for moral support.

He whistled softly to himself, and for the first time in a very long time, he really wished that Alec would decide to call him. Alec was sweet and cute, and different. It would be nice to get to know him, even if the latter only wanted to be friends.

The End…(maybe)

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Day 3: Coffee (AU Settings)

Title: Coffee (Malec Week 7 days challenge; Day 3: AU settings) A/N: Yes, I'm aware I'm late. I can't seem to stick to my own schedule /shot But oh well. I won't be able to catch up, but I'm still going to do all 7 damnit. Anyways, enjoy! :D Summary: Alec was the unfortunate one who picked the short straw. That means he had to go to the small coffee shop across campus to get coffees. But when he saw the barista behind the cashier, he thought, it might not be so bad after all. Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments.

Alec looked at the short straw in his hand, before turning back to the others. Jace and Isabelle both had a smirk on their faces, while Simon had a sheepish look, and Clary looked guilty. "You cheated."

"Aw, of course not, brothermine," Isabelle exclaimed, grinning.

Alec narrowed his eyes. He looked at each of them one by one, before finally his gaze fell upon the redhead. "Clary?"

"We colour coded the straws so that we know which one is the shortest straw," she blurted out, and blushed. Because of this she earned herself a sigh from her boyfriend, Jace, and best friend, Simon, and a glare from Isabelle.

Alec rolled his eyes, before staring at the other four people in the lab they were using at Columbia University. He and Jace were working on building a robot for a project, when Isabelle, Clary, and Simon decided to join them in the lab. He looked at them suspiciously for a moment, before saying, "I don't' know what you're planning but I don't want any parts in it."

"We just wanted some coffee, Alec," Jace told his adopted brother, trying to sound as innocent as possible, all the while having a smirk on his face.

The look on Alec's face was one of disbelief, but later he sighed in resignation. "Fine, I'll do the coffee run this time."

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The coffee shop was just across the campus, a short less-than-five-minutes walk. It was family-owned, called Charlotte's Café. There was the familiar chime of the bell when he entered. Sophie, one of the baristas, gave him a smile before turning back to clear a table.

There were not many people at that time of the day, so the queue wasn't long. He stood in line, and took out his phone to look at everyone's order, and replying to the text Isabelle sent. He was so engrossed in his phone; he didn't realize it was his turn.

"Darling, you can come closer, you know? I won't bite."

Alec's head immediately snapped up, and blushed. Realizing what the barista addressed him as, he blushed even darker. Awkwardly, he walked towards the counter. He didn't recognize the barista, so he probably just started. However, he did notice how good looking the barista was, and his slender frame— Alec shook his head. Where the hell did that come from?

"So, what would you like, darling?" the barista said with a grin.

Alec stared at the man with wide eyes. The guy was flirting with him, right? He may not be good with social cues but he was sure that the guy was flirting. "I want you—I mean, I want two mocha, large; one caffé frappé with whipped cream, one chai latte, and one large coffee, black," he said in one breath, mortified by his earlier slip of tongue.

The man chuckled. "And your name?"

"A-Alec… My name is Alec." Alec wished a hole would open and swallow him right about now.

"Right, Alexander it is."

"What?"

"Alec is short for Alexander, isn't it?"

"Well, yes. How did you know?"

"Lucky guess," he shrugged. "I'm Magnus, by the way."

Alec smiled. "I'm Alec."

"I know," Magnus gave him an amused smile. He wrote Alec's name on the cups, before giving the order list to Jem, another barista that worked there. Then, he rang Alec up.

The bell chimed, indicating a new customer had just comes in, while Alec was paying. So, Alec awkwardly said, "Well, it was nice…meeting you. I'll just—I'll just wait at the side."

"You do that, darling," Magnus replied, with a wink.

Alec could feel his ears turning red, and he immediately walked away. He swore he could hear Magnus's soft chuckle.

It took almost ten minutes for Jem to finish making all the drinks he ordered. He exchanged a few words with the brunette before leaving, and if he noticed the amused look Jem gave him, well, he tried not to think about it.

While walking, he took his cup of black coffee in his free hand and was about to drink it when he saw the note at the side of the cup, near the scrawl of Alexander. It was a phone number, and the note says:

Call me, darling. —Magnus

This time, Alec knew that he was blushing all the way down his neck. He had a sinking feeling that Isabelle had a hand behind this, but he would deal with that later. He stared at the number for a minute or two before committing it to memory.

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Jem leaned against the counter, his hands crossed over his chest, and an amused look on his face. He looked at Magnus, who was still at his post near the cash register. "What was that about?"

"What was what about?"

Jem shook his head when Magnus played dumb. "The flirting with Alec."

"Jealous, Carstairs?" Magnus grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jem snorted. "I have my own beau, thank you. And a girlfriend."

"I still can't believe the three of you ended up in a threesome relationship," Magnus told his childhood friend.

Jem laughed. Then, he said, "Back to the original topic, whatever it is you're doing, Magnus, don't chase him away, okay? Alec's a regular, and Charlotte would be furious if you chase him away."

"Aye, aye, captain."

Jem left to the back room to get more pastries, when Magnus received a text. He fished out his phone from his pocket, and read the message.

You're awesome, Magnus. My brother seemed to be lost in his thought with a weird smile on his face after he returned from the coffee run.

Isabelle

Magnus was grinning when he replaced the phone is his pocket. He couldn't wait for his night shift tomorrow, knowing full well that Alec would be there too. Tomorrow was music night, and Charlotte always had live bands playing every week. Simon, Isabelle's boyfriend, and his band would be performing tomorrow, and Isabelle always dragged Alec there for moral support.

He whistled softly to himself, and for the first time in a very long time, he really wished that Alec would decide to call him. Alec was sweet and cute, and different. It would be nice to get to know him, even if the latter only wanted to be friends.

The End...(maybe)