2.13 - Amends - extended Malec scene - Magnus and Alec had a few things to talk about after fading off screen in their final scene in 2.13
“Magnus, you were right,” Alec said as he approached the balcony. When his boyfriend turned to him, Alec saw that his face still wore the hurt from this morning and Alec felt another fracture pierce through his heart.
At the time, his orders had somehow seemed reasonable, but after all that unfolded today, Alec felt nothing but regret for following the Clave’s decree in regards to Magnus.
“You never have to prove yourself to me. I love you.“
“I love you too.” Magnus breathed softly after a silent moment. Cupping Alec’s face, Magnus pulled him in for a long, languid kiss that seeps into Alec’s very bones. The relief that flooded through him was overwhelming as he gripped his lover’s waist. Grateful for the press of his lips, the reassurance of Magnus’ body flush against his.
“What’s happened?” Magnus asked, his voice soft with concern as his thumb caressed Alec’s cheek. Alec had to blink back tears before he could speak, still holding Magnus close. “Was there another attack?”
“It’s over.” Alec said, shaking his head slightly, his eyes roaming over Magnus’ face, drinking him in. When he had dismissed Alec this morning, Magnus had refused to even look at him, and the weight of his disappointment hung like a cloud over Alec’s heart all day.
And it had been a very long day indeed. “Meliorn and Raphael helped Izzy take out the Seelie responsible for the attacks before she could hurt Max.”
“Wait, Max?” Magnus pulled back in shock, searching Alec’s face with worry.
“He followed Izzy out of the institute, always so eager to prove himself.” Alec said with a roll of his eyes, exacerbated by what he was sure his parents dealt with when he was Max’s’ age. It was with a heavy sigh that he added; “He isn’t hurt, but he is grounded.”
Magnus’ answering smile was soft with relief and for a long moment, silence settled between them, the air thick with unspoken words. Alec’s heart raced in his chest as he reached in his pocket for the small manila envelope he'd carried with him all day.
Alec had decided this was his first assignment for himself, to make amends to his boyfriend for the Clave’s arrogant orders. He placed the envelope containing Magnus’ hair on the railing beside them.
“As the newly appointed Head of the New York institute, I would like to return this to the High Warlock of Brooklyn,” Alec said formally, but with a crooked smile playing across his lips. “And say that the Clave has no right to expect this of you simply because we’re together. Also, as your boyfriend, I’m sorry for asking for this. I was wrong.”
Magnus nodded gingerly, his eyes downcast as he vanished the envelope away before gifting Alec with a coy smile. “New Head of the Institute?”
“Jace decided he wasn’t right for the job, something about getting his ass handed to him by a couple of werewolves. I guess he thought they would willingly accept being tracked by the Clave.” Alec explained with a shrug, though he’d been raised to run the New York institute, the title felt bittersweet. The Clave hadn’t chosen him, hadn’t been willing to take the chance on him like they had with Jace. “He appointed me as his successor.”
“I’m happy for you, Alexander. I know how much you wanted this,” Magnus gave Alec an excited hug, bouncy slightly with elation as turned to head inside. “But I have to ask, how many Shadowhunters did Maia take out before they arrested her?”
“Six, though Jace insists he let her win,” Alec admitted, amused as he followed Magnus into the living room. “You heard about that?”
“The downworld loves gossip just as much as Idris,” Magnus pointed out, pouring a fresh martini. “And Dot came by today.”
“Was she the reason for the glass on your 14th century rug?” Alec inquired with a smirk, watching Magnus fuss over an olive jar.
“Oh that was mine, we were dancing when I finished my drink and i tossed it aside. Speaking of gossip, she tried to kiss me. I suspect my amazing dance moves were at fault.” Magnus said with a dramatic turn, sweeping across the floor until he was pressed against Alec’s chest again.
“I can't say I blame her.” Alec chuckled, ignoring the dip in his stomach at the reminder of Magnus’ options. He could have anyone in the world and yet, he sharing his home with Alec. For his part, there was nowhere in the world that Alec would rather be than in the loft with Magnus in his arms. “I know a few things about wanting to kiss you. But I have to admit I’m a little jealous, I’ve never really seen you dance.”
“In that case,” Magnus said, placing his glass back on the table and offering his hands to Alec in a gesture he didn’t understand. “May I have this dance?”
“Then you should probably follow my lead, Shadowhunter.” Magnus said as he took Alec by the waist and hand. Leading them both effortlessly through the loft in an intricate waltz as Alec blushed and laughed, falling easily into step with Magnus.
2.07-2.08 insert - How Alec totally moved in with Magnus after their first night - TV!Malec Canon Follow - This is fluff with an extra side of fluffy haired fluff
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It was after the second night Alec spent with Magnus that he began to notice signs of his new boyfriend scattered around the loft. A pair of boots abandoned on the balcony, an additional phone charger placed on the nightstand, a half runed arrow left behind on the coffee table, a spare jacket hanging by the door, a wadded up Clave report that had missed the trash can by a least three feet, a t-shirt in his closet that was a size bigger than he wore, a tablet perched precariously on a pile of old books on the desk, a steele forgotten in a drawer full of kitchen utensils.
On his fifth consecutive morning of waking up in Alexander’s warm embrace, Magnus noticed that a toothbrush had joined his in the cup on the bathroom counter. He was still smiling at the simple object when Alec appeared behind him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before heading to the institute. He was running rather late given the texts blowing up his phone, but as he left, he promised to be home in time for dinner.
Magnus’ heart swelled with hope at the easy way Alec had called the loft home.
Even though Magnus had a full day of clients himself, he made a point to stop off at the shop in Chelsea where he knew he could get a coffee mug printed with an old English A to match his trademark M.
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The next morning, Magnus is preparing a tray of coffee and waffles when Alec joins him in the kitchen, his hair still wet from their shower. Hugging him around the waist, Alec nuzzles his neck briefly before leaning against the counter next to his boyfriend.
“What's this?” Alec says and they both watch his delicate finger trace over the first letter of his name printed on the new mug that sat by the milk and sugar on Magnus’ breakfast tray.
“I picked it up yesterday,” Magnus says, ignoring the nervous swoop in his chest as he pours them both coffee. “I thought you might like it.”
“Thank you, Magnus.” Alec says after a long moment, his voice tender as he shifts closer. Setting down the coffee pot, Magnus turns to find Alec’s eyes swimming with affection before he’s pulled against Alec’s bare chest. “I love it.”
Beaming, Magnus snuggles closer, his arms winding around Alec’s neck to kiss him deeply. By the time they remember the breakfast waiting for them, the coffee and waffles have gone cold, but neither of them seems to mind.
PROMPT: Choice
Set :: Shadowhunters s2a Missing scene - in my headcanon this is the night before the 2.09 balcony scene
Alec’s eyes open to the sight of city lights dancing across Magnus’ warm caramel skin as he sits up. The lights sparkle beautifully across his chest in green, red and gold patterns with the gleam of sweat between them. Magnus is still straddling his lap and Alec has the urge to taste each color, even though they are both already panting, spent.
When his eyes find Magnus’, a sated smile lights up his entire face and he chuckles affectionately, his hands resting on his lovers chest. Alec was pretty sure he’d never get enough of being with Magnus like this, an experience he thought he’d never be allowed to have.
They had only been together, officially, for a week. But after months of build up, of flirting and frustration and coming out and finally getting the chance to let himself feel something real. Alec couldn’t help but loose himself in this, in being with Magnus in this way that they both desired.
Alec had never dared imagine this kind of happiness.
“I don’t regret it,” he said suddenly, his hand reaching for Magnus’ cheek, admiring the private smile on his face as his hand roamed over Alec’s bare chest. “Not even for a minute.”
Magnus’ expression turned curious and his eyes shot up. His head cocked adorably to the side, clearly confused. “Whatever do you mean, darling?” He asked, his fingers curling through the hairs on Alec’s chest, enticing the new tingle in his bones that meant Magnus was touching him. He loved that tingle almost as much as he loved the fact that Magnus hadn’t bothered to restore his glamour.
“I don’t regret kissing you…” Alec’s voice cracked and he stuttered at the memory. It was silly really, he’d lost count of the amount of times he’d kissed his boyfriend over the last few days. Or even the last few hours.
Pulling Magnus to him, Alec rolled them over, causing Magnus to gasp. His strong muscular arms wrapping around Alec’s back, holding him close. His beautiful face still waiting, inquisitive. Alec took a moment to kiss Magnus’ bottom lip, just to see the spark in his eye before he continued. “You asked me, after my um, fake wedding…if I regretted it and I want you to know that I don’t, I never did.” Cursing his stutter, Alec found Magnus’ eyes again and thus, found his voice. “It was my first kiss. ”
“Alexander.” Magnus’ golden eyes deepened and Alec took the moment to stare into his now amber iris’. The color changes were more expressive than the glamour. Alec hadn’t thought it were possible, Magnus’ eyes had always burned through him, but this was different. He had a moment to wonder if he would have been able to resist this gorgeous man from the beginning if he had seen his real eyes.
“Thank you,” the sincerity in Alec’s voice was clear, even to his own ears and to his surprise, he was able to hold his gaze with Magnus as he finished. ”For asking again. For not giving up on me.”
“I have to admit, I wasn’t completely certain it would work out in my favor,” Magnus smiled, his hand brushing between them as he reached for Alec’s face. “And I never imagined you would…” his voice trailed off while his fingers traced Alec lips.
Alec had to shake himself before he could speak, his arms pulling Magnus impossibly closer to his body. “The truth is, it was never a choice at all. I chose you, Magnus,” Alec leaned in and breathed against the warlocks lips, his fevered eyes melting as he felt little sparks tickle across his skin from Magnus’ fingertips. Then his boyfriend was kissing him and the always was lost in heated breaths between them as Alec tasted each and every light of the city on Magnus’ lips.
