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The schedule as it currently stands is below. This schedule is subject to change depending on the situation. You will be notified of any changes.

February 25: Writer, beta and artist sign-ups begin March 26: Writer and beta sign-ups closed March 29: Brief summaries from writers for beta claims April 2: Beta claims May 10: Writer and beta check-in 1 May 10: Summaries due from writers for artist claims May 10: Artist sign-ups close May 13: Art claims May 15: Last day of art claims June 11: Artist check-in 1 July 17: All check-in 2 August 21: Final drafts and art due August 27: Posting begins

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You must be part of the Malec Discord Server in order to participate in this Mini Bang. All announcements regarding this event will be made in the server.

Artists must create at least one finished project, but can complete as many extra pieces as they desire.

All art must be brand new and never posted before.

Artists have the opportunity to use plenty of mediums and their minimums are below. If there is a medium that is not listed, message a mod and we would be happy to figure it out.

1 digital or physical art, 500px minimum 1 photo manip with significant editing Moodboards must contain at least 6 graphics Gifsets must contain 4 gifs (without watermarks) Videos must be 1 minute minimum Playlists must include at least 8 songs and a graphic

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Plagiarism will not be tolerated. Stock images for your project should be open source and proper credits and sources should be provided. Watermarks for any images/gifs should be removed.

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[thelightofthebane]

Shadowhunters Pride Bingo

Character: Raphael Santiago

Square filled: Asexual

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[the-great-lightwood-bane]

sweeter than sugar

Malec | Rated general | tw minor mention of homophobia | Canon Compliant, 5+1 Things, Relationship Study, ish, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Fluff | Bingo Square: Pet Names

Summary: Pretty boy. Darling. Alexander. Sayang. Husband.

Five times Magnus called Alec something that wasn't his name, and one time Alec returned the favour. 

A/N: This work was created for the Shadowhunters Pride Bingo presented by the Malec Discord Server. @malecdiscordserver

Read it on AO3 or below the cut.

one

Pretty boy, Magnus said, and it took Alec a moment to realise that Magnus was addressing him. 

Jace had assumed he was the one Magnus was talking to, too, and stepped forward full of bravado, but Magnus had chuckled as though it was ridiculous that anyone could call Jace pretty boy — and then pointed to Alec. 

Everyone — everyone — looked first to Jace. Izzy, who saw Alec as an older brother rather than as a friend; Max, who thought Jace was the coolest person ever; Maryse, who had a soft spot for her adoptive son that her eldest couldn’t match; the other Shadowhunters, who admired Jace’s skill with a blade without a thought for Alec’s strategies; anyone, everyone, who saw the two of them for the first time and noticed how attractive, how strong, how perfect Jace was. 

Everyone, that is, except Magnus. 

Magnus, who ignored Jace’s bright golden beauty in favour of Alec’s silver shadows; Magnus, who said pretty boy like an endearment, like Alec was deserving of compliments as much as Jace. 

The conversation slipped onwards with worries about Clary’s memories and demon rituals and a lot of things that Alec probably should be paying attention to, but Alec’s mind was still circling around those words. By all rights, he should dislike it — Shadowhunters weren’t pretty, and Alec was twenty-one, not a boy — but somehow, when it was Magnus Bane saying those words, he liked it. 

Even when he was back at the Institute and getting chewed out for yet another unsanctioned mission, even when his Jace/Clary/Izzy frustrations were mounting, even when the world was shaking to pieces and he had nowhere left to put his feet — even then, those words seemed carried around his heart in warm eddies, making everything seem less insurmountable. 

two

Darling, Magnus said, and against all odds, Alec liked it. 

He’d always thought pet names were kinda lame, a weird couple-y thing that didn’t really make much sense. Why would somebody call their partner, an adult, something like babe? It felt… demeaning. 

Other pet names — ones from food or animals, for instance — were just embarrassing. Cutie pie? Pup? Cupcake? Panda? It was ridiculous and, in Alec’s opinion, entirely unnecessary. 

But some pet names made Alec scoff not because they were ridiculous, but because he needed to hide his secret jealousy. He wanted somebody to call him love, dearest, sweetheart — those felt soft, with true emotion behind them, rather than just something couples did to be cute and couple-y. He wanted to be somebody who could be loved like that, who could love like that, who wasn’t trapped by duty and family and homophobia into a quiet loveless life. 

And now, darling. Magnus called a lot of people by nicknames — Clary, for instance, was Biscuit — and he used my dear pretty frequently as well, but Alec had only ever heard him call Alec darling, and every time he did it, Alec couldn’t help blushing. 

(Magnus, of course, noticed. They hadn’t been dating long, but Magnus absolutely delighted in making Alec blush, though he stopped if Alec became truly uncomfortable; darling made Alec smile under the blush, and Magnus therefore used it as often as possible. Alec really, really liked it.)

(Loved it would be more accurate, but their relationship was still too new for that.)

three

Alexander, Magnus said, and Alec shivered at the sound of his voice. 

When Maryse or Robert called him Alexander, he had to suppress a flinch; it was always to censure him, to criticise his choices, to tell him he was doing badly. But Magnus never said it like that; when he was angry with Alec, he’d just say Alec, short and sharp but never as dismissive, as belittling, as when his parents called him Alexander. 

When Magnus said Alexander, his lips seemed to curve around the sounds gently, caressingly. It made Alec feel like he was somebody special, somebody to be praised, somebody to be loved. 

Magnus rarely called anyone by their usual names — Izzy was Isabelle, Clary was Biscuit, Jace and Simon were whatever similar-ish name Magnus thought of at the time, Ragnor was my dear cabbage — and Alec knew it was mostly just a quirk of Magnus’; somehow, though, with his name, it felt like… more. Like Magnus was telling him that he was enough, complete, whole, worthy of the extra two syllables that everyone else cut out for convenience’s sake. 

Alec was who he was — short, sharp, to the point. His parents made his full name into a criticism of everything he couldn’t fit into the perfect Shadowhunter mould, but Magnus took those extra, unnecessary bits — the songs he hummed, the books he read, the love he felt — and made them into something worthwhile. You are good as you are, Alec heard. You are worthy of something more than fighting. You deserve to exist beyond the constraints of what others want of you. 

The real magic, though, was this: Alec believed him. 

four

Sayang, Magnus said, and Alec was honoured beyond words to hear it. 

Magnus had told him about his past — his birth in Indonesia, his mother, his step-father, their respective fates — and Alec had listened with a wholehearted love that had made Magnus’ eyes widen with surprise. That past was something that Magnus didn’t often share — the Clave, for instance, knew nothing of it — but he’d shared it with Alec, a trust that Alec was proud to hold. The pet name, sayang, had appeared only after that, a symbol of the past that Magnus feared to show and Alec had embraced. 

What does it mean? Alec had asked him, curious. 

It means… darling, or dearest, Magnus had replied. Like what I call you in English. But this one’s in Indonesian. 

Alec had smiled, because he knew exactly what that meant — it meant that Magnus trusted him with the weight of his past, with the shame that came with it. His mother’s suicide note had been in Indonesian; his step-father had called him a demon in Indonesian. But Indonesian was his first language, too, the only language he’d learned at a parent’s knee, the language he spoke when he was too tired or worn down to focus; it meant something, that Magnus used an Indonesian word for Alec, and that would never stop taking Alec’s breath away. 

It was a visceral reminder — not that Alec needed one — that he had Magnus’ heart in his hands, and the look in Magnus’ eyes said that he trusted Alec not to break it. 

Alec held it close to his chest and vowed to protect it, protect Magnus, with all that he was or could ever be. 

Magnus deserved it, far more than anyone else Alec had ever met. 

five

Husband, Magnus said, and Alec couldn’t help his smile. 

Magnus was beautiful, as he always was, wearing a wedding suit selected with care and gold makeup that brought out his unglamoured eyes and, above it all, a mantle of happiness that made him glow. It’s like I’m walking on air, he said, and Alec felt the same. 

They were married, in front of all their family and friends, vows spoken hands clasped runes burning on Alec’s skin. For so long, he’d dreaded a marriage — inevitably to a woman, inevitably loveless, inevitably painful; entirely inevitable, actually. But then Magnus had burst in with light and colour and life, and given Alec the courage to kiss him in front of the Clave for all to see. 

And now they were married. 

It was all that Alec had ever dreamed of and never dared long for while awake — a man who loved him, who he loved, with an impossible desperate love that he’d never felt before, who’d married him in gold and blue. Magnus, more than that, who smiled brighter than the sun, who held so much warmth and kindness in him despite all the world had done to quench it, who — inconceivably, beautifully — loved Alec. 

Husband, he returned, and that smile brightened, and everything in the world fell away — inconsequential in comparison with the man in Alec’s arms. 

plus one

“I love you,” Alec said into the soft bubble of silence they’d built in the midst of the Hunter’s Moon. It was an incontrovertible truth, one that went beyond words, but that wouldn’t stop Alec from saying it as best he could as often as he could. 

“And I you,” Magnus returned. They both said it frequently enough that it should’ve been normal, nothing particularly special, but somehow every time Alec heard those words he felt an unerring flood of fondness, so much he could barely breathe around it. 

They were on a date — a rare night off for both of them, which they were shamelessly taking advantage of to spend more time together — in the Hunter’s Moon, which was a bit loud since it was Friday night, but their surroundings weren’t really registering in Alec’s mind. It was partially because Magnus was distracting, all golden skin and dark hair and makeup and beauty, but it was more than that: with Magnus, Alec felt safe, like nothing could hurt him as long as he was at his side. 

It had been disconcerting at first, that incomparable trust. Alec was used to clocking immediately if anyone was in the same room as him; even Izzy and Jace, as much as he loved them, reminded him that he wasn’t alone. He was a Shadowhunter; he paid attention to what was going on around him. 

Magnus, though… Sometimes, he wouldn’t realise Magnus was there until Magnus touched him, or said something; Alec wouldn’t consciously be aware of his presence, subconsciously classifying him as not a threat. That meant it was startling when he caught sight of him; he usually saw anyone coming before they were anywhere near, but he might only realise Magnus was there when he laid a hand on Alec’s shoulder. By now, he’d relaxed about it, and relaxed enough for that numbing of Shadowhunter instincts to happen wherever he went. 

He’d always been the perfect Shadowhunter, or at least he’d tried to be. His bow had been his first, and only, “irregularity” — most Shadowhunters preferred the close-up blood- and ichor-strewn atmosphere of the battlefield, and Alec did too, but it was more important that he could protect his family. He’d worked harder than ever to be the perfect Shadowhunter to make up for it. 

But again, Magnus was the exception. With Magnus, he wasn’t Alec Lightwood, Head of the New York Institute, parabatai to the best Shadowhunter of the generation, demon-killer extraordinaire — he was just Alec, just Alexander, and that was enough. 

The waiter approached to clear their plates away, pulling Alec from his thoughts, and he paid the bill with the credit card from his and Magnus’ joint account. 

Then he stood up and offered a hand to help Magnus up, old-fashioned, and Magnus grinned, delighted. “Come on,” Alec said, almost overwhelmed by the sheer affection welling up in his heart. “Let’s go home, my love.”

[myulalie]

Sun dried petals coat the bottom of the music box’s hidden compartment, and old parchement holds onto the last remnants of charcoal, sketches of Maryse, whom Jocelyn can’t forget.

The music box comes to life with a gentle melody, melancholy waltzing off with memories Jocelyn locked away a long time ago, a ring on her hand like manacles snapping shut, tied and bound to a man of power. Valentine gathered clout and followers, until his power consumed him, only leaving ashes in its wake.

Jocelyn believed him dead, and it pained her, because she couldn’t be certain of his demise.

[ravenstakeflight]

sometimes i can't breathe

ao3

"Alec?" Magnus asked, and Alec turned slowly. Not guiltily, because he hadn't done anything wrong. "Alexander."

(Alec smiled, unconciously, because that was Alexander, not that name, not the name that he'd met Magnus with, not the name he'd been born with. The name he'd chosen, the name he'd found on his own, the name of his ancestor, a legacy he'd chosen to carry.)

"Yeah, Magnus?" Alec asked. "... Have I mentioned you look particularly beautiful today?" And winced. That... hadn't been his best distraction work, not by a long shot, and judging by Magnus' unimpressed stare and raised eyebrow, his significant annoyance knew it too.

"Alexander Gideon Lightwood." Magnus was clearly a little angry (or exasperated), but they pulled Alec close anyway. "Alec, please. How long has it been?"

"I- no. I don't wanna talk about it." He hugged himself.

"Alec, just tell me?"

And dammit, he couldn't say no to Magnus when they asked like that.

"... Since my shower this morning?"

Magnus gasped.

"Alec. That's over twelve hours, it's nine and you showered at six." That was definitely a hint of reproach in their voice, but it was mostly love, and care, and concern, and-

Alec sighed.

"... I'll get a hoodie?" He asked reluctantly. "No touching for a bit after?" Magnus nodded.

"Of course, Alexander. Kiss before you go?"

Alec smiled, pushing himself up onto his tiptoes.

"Of course," he murmured before aligning their lips briefly.

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[half-bakedboy]

when all feels lost (just smile)

Pairing: Jocelyn Fairchild/Dorothea "Dot" Rollins Rated: Gen Prompt: Portal/Laughter

“I haven’t seen you smile in weeks,” Dot said, earning a sigh from Jocelyn in return.

“I smile. You’re just being dramatic,” Jocelyn retorted.

“I’m a warlock, we’re allowed to be dramatic,” Dot countered.

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“You’ve been a mess of anxiety all day, Joc. You deserve a night out,” Dot spoke from the doorway. Jocelyn didn’t hear her enter and glanced up from the book she was pretending to read with a scowl on her face. “I haven’t seen you smile in weeks,” Dot added, earning a sigh from Jocelyn in return.

“I smile. You’re just being dramatic,” Jocelyn retorted.

“I’m a warlock, we’re allowed to be dramatic,” Dot countered. With a swirl of her hand and a dart of blue magic, Dot successfully closed Jocelyn’s book and flung it onto the shelf behind them.

“Hey, I was reading that!” Jocelyn complained, crossing her arms as she sat up on the couch.

“No, you weren’t. I’ve been watching you stare at the same page for ten minutes,” Dot commented. Jocelyn was suddenly a lot more aware of the ache in her back and the stiffness of her legs that shouldn’t have been there. When she glanced at the clock, she realized she had been sitting in the same position for almost an hour.

“That’s a bit creepy, don’t you think, Dorthea?”

“Oh, she brings out the full name!” Dot said with a small laugh. She walked forward and held her hand out, wiggling her fingers as if urging Jocelyn to take it. “Well, Jocelyn, I’m taking you out.” She tugged Jocelyn up to stand with one hand, the other snapping, a harsh sound through the otherwise silent room. All of a sudden, Jocelyn’s tattered tank top and boring sweatpants were replaced with a bright purple dress she knew for a fact wasn’t in her closet while Dot was in a similar black outfit that was entirely too formal for her living room.

“I can’t wear this, Dot, and I can’t go out. I have to be here when Clary gets home for curfew!” Jocelyn argued, already tugging down the hem of her too-short dress.

Dot rolled her eyes as she explained, “Clary’s at Simon’s for the night. Mrs. Lewis was more than happy to take care of her while you take some time to yourself. Even she knew you needed it.” Jocelyn groaned and tilted her head back, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to figure out another way to get out of whatever Dot had planned. “Do you trust me, Joc?” Dot asked, tugging on Jocelyn’s hand so that she would glance into her eyes.

“With my life, you know that,” Jocelyn responded because trust had nothing to do with it.

“Then come with me,” Dot urged, though it sounded more like a demand than anything else.

Jocelyn didn’t have time to say no or come up with another excuse because Dot’s hand was already conjuring a swirling purple portal that matched the hue of Jocelyn’s dress. Dot didn’t force her through and instead, nudged Jocelyn forward, letting her take the first step.

When she couldn’t think of a reason not to walk forward, she took a step inside of the portal and found herself in a… bar?

“Dot, what are we doing here? I don’t even drink,” Jocelyn said, her fingers still laced with Dot’s.

“Look around, Joc. We’re not here to drink,” Dot reasoned.

When Jocelyn did, she noticed immediately what kind of venue they had stumbled into. Sure, it was a bar for all intents and purposes, but the signs covering the doors and windows had her realizing what the night was going to entail.

“You brought me here to… dance?” Jocelyn asked, a mixture of confusion, hesitance, and–if she was honest with herself–a hint of excitement in her tone.

“I brought you here,” Dot began, clearly exasperated with her best friend, “so that you could let loose a little. Let your hair down and enjoy life in a way I haven’t seen you do since Clary was in diapers.”

“I love my life,” Jocelyn argued. Dot raised her eyebrows in doubt before taking Jocelyn’s other hand in her free one.

“You love your life as much as you’re allowed to, but tonight? Tonight you’re not Jocelyn Fairchild; former shadowhunter on the run from her psychotic ex-husband who spends all of her energy keeping life-altering secrets from her almost teenage daughter.” Dot dragged her toward the dance floor, her hands moving to Jocelyn’s hips once they arrived. “Tonight, you’re just Joc; a simple mundane who is free to have whatever life she chooses without consequence. You’re a beautiful woman out with her equally as stunning best friend.”

“Can it really be that easy?” Jocelyn asked suspiciously.

Dot nodded sternly as if she was challenging Jocelyn to argue but knowing she couldn’t. Instead, Jocelyn started to slowly let her body move to the beat with a bit of uncertainty that was quelled by Dot’s grip on her waist. Soon, all she could focus on was the music pumping around her, vibrating from her feet and resonating through her head. If she had a worry in her mind, she couldn’t hear it over the beat. She was spun into the arms of strangers only to end up back in Dot’s.

There was something magnetic about it, the way she found her way to Dot no matter where they had wandered in the room. If she didn’t trust Dot so much, she would’ve thought she was spelled. But no, that wasn’t it. Dot was the only person in the world that Jocelyn relied on so fully, trusted with every fiber of her being, cared about almost as much as she cared about her child. Dot was her best friend, had been for several years, but something about finally freeing herself from the darkness of her own mind had her seeing Dot differently.

It was almost overwhelming how Dot’s smile burned into her mind, how her laughter matched Dot’s in brightness, and how the movements of their bodies complemented each other’s like there was no possible person for either of them to dance with. Jocelyn realized that she didn’t want to be in anyone else’s arms, not when Dot was right there, staring at her like she was some enigma, a treasure that she had searched for and finally found.

Jocelyn realized then that she hadn’t stopped smiling. She hadn’t stopped laughing, singing, dancing. She hadn’t stopped being happy, an emotion she had assumed she didn’t have in her anymore. Dot brought that out in her, though. Dot made her feel capable of anything in the world, happiness included.

“You figured it out, huh?” Dot muttered against Jocelyn’s ear. She had pulled Jocelyn in as a slower song mellowed the crowd, her arms sliding around Jocelyn’s back and holding her still like she was afraid Jocelyn might pull away. Jocelyn wouldn’t have dreamed of it.

“That I love you?” Jocelyn said in a fit of courage. Dot’s eyes widened in surprise and she said nothing in return so Jocelyn filled the silence. “Or that you love me?” she added. “Both of those are true, aren’t they?”

“Yeah,” Dot whispered through a breath of relief, “they’re true.”

“Was this… a date?” Jocelyn asked, suddenly nervous and a bit embarrassed that she hadn’t seen it sooner.

Dot shook her head and responded, “At first, it was just a way to make you smile.”

“You’re the only one that seems to be able to do that,” Jocelyn admitted, a slight blush forming on her face. Dot ran a finger over her cheekbone before tucking a strand of her orange hair behind her ear and cupping her jaw with her palm.

“Will you let me do it more often, then?” Dot asked.

Jocelyn nodded but really, she understood she didn’t have a say in it anymore. Dot made her happy and she wasn’t going to hold herself back any longer.

[skylar102]

A Little Taste Won’t Hurt

Malec Discord Server Prompt Advent Calendar Day - 1 Candy Cane Pairing: Malec Rating: Teen Warnings: none

“Magnus?” Alec calls from the living room. “What are these?”

Magnus puts a spell over the stove, making sure their dinner doesn’t get destroyed. He wipes his hands against his apron and makes his way to the living room. He finds his husband staring at their Christmas tree, a furrow in his brow as he holds something in his hand. 

“What are what, Alexander?” Magnus asks, standing next to him.

Alec holds up the hook-shaped treat in his hands.

“Ah, candy canes,” Magnus hums, he leans into Alec’s side and plucks it out of Alec’s hand, waving it. “It’s a very popular treat around this time of the year for the holiday season.”

“So people eat it?” Alec reaches for another on their tree. “Then why are we using them as decorations on the pine tree?”

“Christmas tree, darling,” Magnus chuckles. “I know you Nephilim don’t know a lot about mundane traditions but I would have hoped you would at least know about candy canes.”

Alec shrugs, twirling the candy cane in his hand. “I never really went out during this time of the year and most of the time I spend it in Alicante working with my parents.”

“Of course you did,” Magnus mutters.

“Hey,” Alec protests, trying to hold back a smile with a pout.

Magnus chuckles, putting his candy cane back on the tree before turning and kissing his pouting husband. Their kiss is sadly short-lived as a ding is heard from the kitchen. 

“You know I would never make fun of your overworking tendencies,” Magnus jests as he walks back to the kitchen, receiving a scoff from Alec.  “If you’re that hung up about it, I can remove them from the tree.”

“No, it’s fine,” Alec says, following him into the room, candy cane still in his hand. “I just don’t understand why you would hang food as decoration.”

“Well, it’s used for a lot of things. Some people eat them because they love peppermint. Others hang them on their trees as decorations,” Magnus explains, pulling out the dish from the oven. “Though if people have kids, the candy cane decorations don’t last very long”

Alec nods his head, still looking at the treat in his hand. 

“Try it,” Magnus says. “Just don’t eat all of it, it will spoil your dinner.”

“I doubt a small candy will ruin my appetite,” Alec laughs. “Nothing can stop me from eating whatever delicious meal you’re cooking up.”

“Flatterer,” Magnus says. 

He turns his back to Alec to focus on finishing up dinner. He hears the tell-tale sound of the wrapper being open and tunes his ear to Alec’s reaction. He’s unable to hold back his smile as Alec lets out a surprised sound. 

He plates their dinner and turns around only for his words to die before they reach his lips. Alec has the candy cane in his mouth and is sucking on the treat like it’s his favorite thing to have in his mouth. Magnus holds back a whimper as he watches Alec lick the candy cane, keeping direct eye contact with him.

So it’s going to be like that, huh?

“You’re a menace,” Magnus says, gripping the plates tight so he doesn’t drop them in lieu of jumping his husband.

Alec grins around the candy cane, “But I’m your menace.”

[arialerendeair]

Alec's birthday would start with Magnus surprising him with breakfast in bed.

 HI YES I NEED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS, THANK YOU, BECAUSE BEAUTIFUL HUSBANDS HAVING BREAKFAST IN BED IS MY LIIIIIIIIFE AND EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER WANTED, OKAY?  

This year, I am working with the @malecdiscordserver​ (JOIN US HERE!) for their Alec Lightwood Birthday Surprise event AND the wonderful @chibi-tsukiko​ and @my-archerboy​ for Alec’s Birthday Weekend Celebration!  

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Alec's first thought, upon waking up, the sun in his eyes, was that he was late. 

He sat up in a rush, grabbing the edge of the blankets, ready to jump out of bed to hurry through getting ready when he remembered.  It was his birthday.  He had today off.  Alec relaxed and sagged back into the pillows in relief, smiling.  He reached out beside him and frowned when his fingers met empty sheets.  He turned to look and pouted at the sight of an empty bed.  

"Magnus?" he called, raising his voice, wondering if Magnus had stepped into the bathroom.  He snuggled into the blankets with a hum, shifting to press his face to Magnus' pillow with a smile.  Alec reached out and tugged it closer, relaxing into it.  

"Coming darling," Magnus called, stepping into the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a quick kick of his heel.  He took in the sight of his husband sprawled out on the bed, his face buried in his usual pillow and smiled.  "Good morning, and happy birthday, love."  

Alec smiled lazily from the pillow, reaching out for Magnus.  "Be a proper good morning if my husband was here in bed with me."  

"Rest assured," Magnus teased, putting the breakfast tray on the side table as he climbed back into bed, watching as Alec gave up his pillow immediately to snuggle closer to him.  "I had every intention of coming back to bed, darling.  But, I want to spoil you on your birthday, and the best spoiling always starts with breakfast in bed."  

Alec's eyes flitted over to the tray and he smiled, looking at Magnus again, melting closer when golden eyes met his.  "Belgian waffles?"  

Magnus smiled and leaned down to kiss Alexander.  "With strawberries, blueberries, and whipped cream.  Your favorite, that you don't indulge in nearly enough."  

"You're too good to me," Alec breathed against Magnus' lips, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss slowly, lazily, until they broke apart for air.  

"Being too good to you is simply impossible," Magnus teased, combing his fingers through Alec's hair, rubbing gently at his scalp.  "It really is.  You deserve every bit of pampering.  Especially today."  

Alec hummed and sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard as Magnus brought the tray between the both of them and put it down on the bed.  He grinned and stole another kiss, even as Magnus pressed the steaming up of fresh coffee towards him.  "It looks amazing."  He flushed as he watched Magnus cut the waffles with a few flicks of his finger and offer him a bite on a fork.  

Magnus grinned, his eyes twinkling.  "Indulge me?"

Alec nodded, still blushing as Magnus took his time feeding him breakfast.  He would never get used to how much Magnus liked, loved, really, doing that.  It didn't take them long to finish their breakfast and once the tray was dispensed with and they were sitting, curled together in bed, full and relaxed, it was easier to ask the question.  "Mmm, you have plans for the day:"  

"It is your birthday," Magnus said, reaching out to press a fingertip to Alec's nose.  "We can do whatever you want.  My plans for you went as far as breakfast in bed and your birthday present, which you will get this evening when we see your siblings.  Outside of that, the day is yours, my darling."  

Alec shifted to wrap an arm around Magnus' waist, tugging his husband in close, nuzzling into his neck.  "Can I ask for something ridiculous?"  

Magnus hummed and smiled, kissing the top of Alec's head.  "I do believe that your definition of ridiculous and mine are somewhat dissimilar, Alexander.  But I am happy to entertain whatever things you might wish for us to do."  

"I just want to spend the day here.  With you," Alec mumbled.  "I want to spend the morning in bed, take a bath together, dance with you.  Just.  Us, getting a chance to be us, with no interruptions, no one attempting to bother us."  

"And why," Magnus whispered, pressing a kiss to Alec's forehead, tilting his face up with a brief touch to his chin.  "Would you think that's ridiculous?"  

"You're supposed to want to do something special on your birthday, aren't you?" Alec asked with a huff.  "And I love doing that stuff, but..." He bit down on his lip and sighed.  "I just...want to be with you."  

Magnus smiled and stole another kiss from Alec, soft and insistent.  "Alexander," he whispered.  "There is nothing more flattering than, when having the world at his fingertips, my husband says that he wants to do nothing more than spending a day relaxing with me."  His lips curved against Alec's.  "Though, perhaps I can persuade you to have a beverage or two?"  

Alec chuckled against Magnus' mouth and rolled him into the sheets.  "You can persuade me to do a great many things, as you well know."  

Magnus laughed, reaching up to pull his shadowhunter down for a kiss.  "I do, indeed, and I love it."  

Losing himself in Magnus’ kiss, Alec wasn’t about to admit it, but...he loved it too.  

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