Malec + 39? With a little bit of angst but happy ending/comfort?? Or whatever you’re feeling cause I trust your judgement and it’s gonna be amazing no matter what :) Also, I just found your blog with all the fic give always and I just fell in love, your writing is just the absolute best! Congrats on the followers! 💕💕
anonymous said: Malec + 39 pls
thank u sm i’m :”)) this is set after 2.10 so it’s more hurt/comfort than angst but i hope you like it!!
big thank u to @magnusragnor who held my hand while i was writing this, thank u babe 💗
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magnus and alec + “don’t cry”
It’s one of the longest days Magnus can remember having had in years.
By the time they get back to the loft, he’s lost track of how many hours have passed. There’s so much still to do — so many bodies to bury, so many people to mourn, so many questions that need answering — but both he and Alec are exhausted. They’re not much good to anyone right now.
The portal closes behind them. Magnus takes a step forward to get to his drinks cabinet; the physicality of the action of pouring a drink will soak up some of the energy still fizzing through him. It needs a steady hand and a moment of concentration, and it’s a welcome distraction — however temporary — from thinking about the horrors that transpired at the Institute the night before.
Alec follows him immediately, still holding Magnus’ hand, their fingertips just brushing. When Magnus pulls away, just to take the stopper off the decanter of whiskey, he feels gentle hands brush against his lower back and slide around his middle until they lace together just over his belly button. Alec stands behind him, chest plastered to Magnus’ back, and rests his forehead against Magnus’ shoulder.
“Do you want anything?” Magnus asks, pouring himself some of the whiskey. Alec shakes his head.
“I just want to be close to you,” Alec mumbles against Magnus’ jacket.














