#shdrabble

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Magnus was just about to get up and pour himself more lemonade when the first notes of War of Hearts floated through the air. He grinned, abandoning his quest to pluck up his phone from his nightstand. 

“Alexander, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, a smile tugging at his lips. He ran a hand through his hair and flopped back onto his bed, grinning to himself. Sue him, he might have the tiniest crush on his best friend.

On the other end, Magnus could just about make out the sound of traffic behind him, cars honking and traffic lights ticking. Alec sounded frazzled and disturbed as he spoke hurriedly as if he was being rushed, “what colour should I wear to prom?” 

Magnus blinked. Whatever he had been expecting, it certainly had not been that. He sat up, cradling his phone to his ear.

“Um, I don’t know, why?”

Alec huffed and Magnus found himself even more confused when he replied, “well, don’t we have to match? What are you wearing? I know you’ll wear some outrageous colour just to stand out.”

Magnus was baffled. Since when was he going to prom with Alec of all people? Alec had never expressed any interest in going to prom, much less asking him. 

“Alec,” he said slowly, folding his legs up to his chest. He really hoped that this was not a prank. Wetting his lips, he continued nervously as Alec hummed in response, “since when are we going to prom?” 

There was silence on the other end. It went on for so long that Magnus thought the line had been cut. He was just about to cut the call when-

“Shit,” Alec murmured, so quietly that Magnus barely heard him, “I forgot to ask you.” Magnus felt such a huge wave of relief wash over him that he began laughing uncontrollably, falling onto his back. 

“Stop laughing at me,” Alec whined and Magnus could almost picture the red flush that was climbing all over his face. He swallowed, choked on his giggles and mashed his face into his pillow as Alec grumbled into his ear, something about regretting being best friends with him.

“No you don’t, you love me,” he gasped in between laughs and Alec laughed too, sheepishly. Magnus spluttered, swallowing one last giggle before sitting up. 

“Ask me, you doofus,” he said fondly and managed to keep in his laughter until Alec had finished stuttering out his question. 

“Uh- Will... Will you got to the prom with me?” 

Magnus smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he replied, “of course, you better bring me a corsage,” just to hear Alec begin to panic. 

“Izzy, what the hell is a corsage!”

A/N: Inspired by something I saw on Pinterest. 

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A/N: This is just a random little drabble I wanted to write after going through Pinterest.

“He’s late,” Jace scowled, glowering at the watch Isabelle had given him for his birthday. There was a loud clattering behind Magnus’ bedroom door before it fell open heavily, Alec stumbling into the room, cheeks flushed and hair dishevelled. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned and there was a bruise, many bruises, in fact, lining the slope of his neck.

“How is it possible that you’re late for a dinner at your place?” Jace asked, rolling his eyes at his parabatai. The flush on Alec’s face darkened and he rubbed at his face absently, moving to grab the glass of Coke that Clary had poured for him.

Well aware of everyone’s curious gaze on him, he stuttered, “sorry, I was doing things,” before taking a big swig of his drink. 

Before anyone could respond, the door swung open again and Magnus limped out, looking incredibly self-satisfied. He seemed completely put together, save for the purpling hickeys on his neck. 

“I’m things,” he said proudly and Alec spluttered, coughing wildly as liquid spewed everywhere. Poor Jace had leapt out of his seat in shock, Isabelle and Clary were sniggering at the other side of the table.

“Magnus!”

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Inspired by @castleoffandoms and @kinkymagnus discussion of Malec and office sex. I totally agree btw about Alec teasing Magnus to hell and back under the table :)

When Alec reached under the table, Magnus thought he was just scratching his thigh. He shot his boyfriend a soft smile and turned back to Luke, fully intending to listen to the leader of the New York’s pack.

Which was why he was so surprised when he felt a hand fall heavily onto his leg, gripping his knee.

He turned his head to look at Alec but he looked fully absorbed in what Luke was saying.

But the hand on his thigh inched higher, very slowly. Magnus blinked in surprise, shifting in his seat.

He shivered as it trailed higher, stroking along his leg almost absently.

Heat started to pool in his stomach as Alec’s hand traced circles on his inner thigh, one of his more sensitive areas. His skin prickled with goosebumps and his fingers curled.

The warlock dropped his head, twitching as all of his attention went to willing down his growing erection.

“Yes, I agree. Perhaps the werewolves can work closely with the warlocks to resolve this. What do you say, Magnus?”

Magnus jerked, eyes widening as Alec’s fingers danced over his groin. His lips parted and his fingers clenched into fists as Alec massaged him lazily.

“Magnus?” Raphael was looking at him with raised eyebrows, as if he knew exactly what Alec was doing under the table and Magnus shifted, sitting up.

“Y...yes, that would work. I would be delighted to,” he mumbled, biting back a groan as Alec popped his button.

Alec hummed in approval and turned to Raphael, gesturing for him to begin his usual report of what the vampires were up to.

Magnus tuned out of the conversation the moment Alec moved his hand, sliding the zip of his trousers down torturously slow.

He shot his boyfriend a look as he thumbed over the head of his half hard cock, regretting his decision of not wearing any underwear.

Alec smirked, the bastard, ducking his head down to hide it. Raphael continued droning on, completely unaware of what was going on.

Magnus’ breath hitched when Alec pulled back his foreskin, playing with the head lazily. His nails dug into the wood of the table and he barely managed to swallow down a gasp.

Alec scraped a nail along the underside of his cock and Magnus must have made a sound because the table went silent.

“Are you okay?” Luke asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

Magnus inhaled sharply when Alec’s thumb brushed over his balls and nodded tightly, forcing a smile into his lips.

Raphael merely raised his eyebrows, before moving on with his rant.

Alec stroked him slowly, so slowly that he barely even noticed that he moved. All of the blood in his body seemed to rush south, his cock filling up even more at the attention.

He lurched in his seat, the gasp spilling out of him when Alec squeezed him, his fingernails making a squeaking sound against the wood.

Raphael stopped and Alec withdrew his hand swiftly, wiping it on his pant leg before turning his full attention to the vampire who was scowling at Magnus.

Magnus’ cheeks flushed red and he swallowed the whine that threatened to come out as Alec left him bereft, his attention now occupied with placating Raphael.

He slid his hands under the table, carefully tucking himself back into his pants. There would be no hiding the wet spot that his leaking cock had caused and he knew he would have to stay back after the meeting.

He could not very well be walking around the Institute with a raging hard on.

Magnus took a deep breath and attempted to calm himself as Alec opened up the table for suggestions.

As Luke and Raphael listed ideas, a hand crept up his inner thigh again, the simulation going straight to his already hard cock.

Magnus shivered, pressing his lips tightly together to suppress the noises that he wanted to make.

He shot his boyfriend a pleading look when Alec stopped touching him, moving to distribute papers to the other two representatives.

“Thanks for coming, guys. We got a lot covered. See you all next Tuesday?” Alec ignored the squirming warlock beside him, smiling warmly at the rest of Cabinet.

Luke and Raphael murmured their assent and stepped out of their chairs.

For a moment, Magnus thought he would be asked to join them but Alec’s hand curled around his thigh and squeezed, far too close to his crotch for comfort.

He made a strangled sound when Alec rubbed at the bulge in his trousers that was quickly covered up by him saying, “I have some things that I have to discuss with Mr Bane, you guys go on ahead.”

The smirk on Alec’s face when they were the only two in the room was downright dirty.

Magnus arched back with a low moan when he rubbed him again, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat. He shuddered and gasped when Alec claimed his lips, his hand still moving over his cock.

“Did you like that?” Alec’s eyes gleamed as he watched Magnus pull away, panting heavily as he worked him over the fabric of his pants.

“P...please!” Magnus gasped when Alec thumbed over the head of his cock, dropping his head onto his arms. He was trembling, little pants and whines escaping his mouth.

Alec pulled away abruptly and he whined, reaching out to grab him.

“Not here. My office, in five.” It was an order, and the way Alec said it in his Head of Institute voice made Magnus’ breath stutter.

He nodded obediently, watching as Alec walked out of the room with a smirk tugging on his lips.

He was so fucked.

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Cuddles (naked)

A/N: the first of the NSFW OTP challenge. I’ve never finished this before, let’s see if I can :)

“Mmm,” Alec had not intended to wake his boyfriend, but Magnus was such a light sleeper. He winced as he slid back into the bed, pulling the covers over them. Magnus snuffled adorably and one golden eye cracked open to look at him grumpily before squeezing shut again.

Before he could apologize, Magnus was crowding up against him, snuggling into his arms. Alec pressed a soft kiss against his hair and Magnus mumbled something incoherent into his neck.

“Did you say something?” He asked gently and Magnus lifted his head, looking like a disgruntled kitten.

“I don’t have legs anymore,” he grumbled, dropping his head to rest against Alec’s chest. “And my back is going to kill me.”

Alec laughed, soft and contented. He combed his fingers through Magnus’ hair, lacing his other hand with his boyfriend’s.

“That’s not what you were saying just now,” he murmured, smiling into the pillow as Magnus lifted their joined hands to whack him on the chest, “ow.”

“Say that again and you won’t touch me for the next week,” Magnus threatened, but there was no real heat to his voice. He shuffled higher up the bed until he was level with Alec and stole a kiss, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck.

Alec hummed, shifting his leg beneath the blanket. He bumped into Magnus’ bare leg by accident just as the other man was falling back asleep on his chest and he jerked awake, cat eyes glaring at him in the darkness.

“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, pulling him closer. Magnus glowered for another moment longer before his golden eyes closed and Alec smiled to himself when he felt him tangle their legs together beneath the blanket.

“G’night, babe.” He said softly, settling down as Magnus’ answering snore echoed in the air.

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Magnus, having a fear of needles (for some reason), has to get a blood test because the Shadowhunters are trying to deal with a (not fatal) virus outbreak and they want to make sure he doesn't have it (he doesn't) Either way, he downright refuses to have one so Alec has to practically (lovingly and gently but firmly) drag him there. //Too much?//

“But you’re alright with my arrows?” Magnus glowered at his boyfriend, hiding his face in Chairman’s fur. Alec was kneeling on the other side of the couch, one hand extended, a pleading expression on his face. And he clearly could not tell the difference between weapons and instruments of torture.

“That’s different,” he pouted and Alec looked as if he did not know whether to laugh or cry.

“Magnus, my arrows are pointy,” he said, “and far more deadly than a tiny needle.”

Magnus shook his head vehemently, jostling Chairman Meow. The cat glared at him before squirming out of his arms and padding over to Alec, purring loudly.

The warlock glared and muttered under his breath, “traitor.”

Alec smiled, looking far too amused for Magnus’ liking. He crouched over his boyfriend, pressing a kiss against his forehead.

“Come on, Magnus. It’s just a blood test, you must have done so many in your life,” he coaxed and Magnus snorted, folding his knees up to his chest and pouting like a child.

“Doesn’t mean that I like them,” he grumbled, “besides, I hate blood.”

Alec raised his eyebrows at that proclamation, seating himself as Chairman Meow climbed into his lap. He winced when the cat kneaded at the fabric covering his thighs, sharp little claws pricking him.

“You patch me up all the time,” he pointed out and Magnus growled, gripping his knees closer, ignoring the fact that he probably looked like a petulant child.

“That’s also different. I don’t like seeing you hurt!” He protested and he could see Alec bite back a smile. Chairman meowed loudly and butted at Alec’s hand, prompting the Shadowhunter to start petting him.

“Magnus, we need to make sure you don’t have it. It’s not fatal but I’d rather be safe than sorry,” Alec reasoned and Magnus knew he should listen to his boyfriend. The rational part of his brain was telling him that as well, that he was just being a baby and was making a mountain out of a molehill.

But some fears were not rational. It was just a thing, a phobia. Magnus, the High Warlock of Brooklyn had a phobia of needles.

“No, I won’t do it,” he said, curling in on himself and Alec sighed, reaching over to take Magnus’ hand.

“I’ll hold your hand while they do it?” He tried and Magnus shook his head, golden eyes squeezed shut. “Please?”

Another head shake and Alec gave up, slumping into his boyfriend.

“Okay then,” he murmured, Magnus cracking open one eye to look at him.

“Okay?” He asked cautiously and Alec nodded his head wearily, clearly too tired to argue.

“Yo don’t have to do it today. But we do have to get it done some time,” he said and Magnus hissed like a cat even as his arms wrapped around him in a hug.

-

“No, Alec, I can’t do it,” Magnus whined as Alec pushed open the door of the infirmary with his shoulder, his hands preoccupied with keeping Magnus’ hands locked in his.

Isabelle looked up from where she was bent over the table and smiled. Setting down the needle she had been sterilizing, she rose to greet Magnus, wrapping him in a hug before he could portal away.

“I’ll hold your hand, Mags, I promise,” Magnus panicked as Isabelle guided him towards the chair, hands reaching out for Alec.

“No, no,” he squirmed and a burst of magic exploded from his fingers, startling all of them. Izzy leapt back in shock, eyes wide at Magnus’ magical outburst.

Alec simply looked resigned as he moved over to his boyfriend, letting Magnus bury himself into his arms.

“He has an irrational fear of needles,” he explained to a startled Isabelle and his sister’s lips quirked.

“So like your fear of spiders then,” she quipped and Magnus lifted his head out of Alec’s chest to grin.

“I told you so,” he poked his boyfriend gently and Alec rolled his eyes. He threaded fingers into Magnus’ stiff hair and tugged at it in reprimand. Magnus glowered back at him in return, pushing him away and sticking his tongue out in a show of extreme maturity.

Isabelle watched the entire childish exchange with an amused smile, shaking her head slightly. She never thought she would see the day where Magnus Bane would resort to childish methods to get out of doing a blood test of all things.

“Come on gentlemen, let’s just finish this,” she said, reaching for her tray of needles. They rattled in the metal tray and Magnus flinched away, his reaction immediate. Alec tugged at his jacket gently and Magnus protested, hugging it close to him. He was scared damnit.

“Alexander…” He pouted, trying to make himself as pitiful as possible. Alec did not look at him, studiously keeping his eyes on his sister. Magnus squirmed when Alec tugged at his jacket again, Isabelle moving to stop him from trying to escape.

“Come on, Magnus.”

Together, the two of them managed to strip Magnus of his protective jacket. Magnus curled in on himself as much as he could when Alec took hold of both his hands, moving to settle in the seat next to him.

“Behave and I’ll reward you later,” Magnus shivered when his boyfriend leaned in close, his thumb rubbing circles over the back of his hand. He felt Isabelle pull up his sleeve and whimpered, scrunching up his body. Alec seemed to know exactly what he needed, beginning to talk loudly about some assholes from the Clave that had visited the Institute and made comments about how he ran the place.

Magnus turned his attention to placating him, startling only when the anesthetic cream was rubbed onto his skin. He tuned out immediately, when Alec squeezed his hand, catching his attention once more.

“They started undermining my authority and I swear to god…” There was a gentle prick, like an ant bite and then Isabelle was covering the area with a cotton pad.

She patted his hand with a smile before stepping away. “You’re done.”

Alec was smiling at him as Izzy put a plaster onto the tiny pinprick in the crook of his elbow. Magnus rolled his eyes at the proud look in his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Stop looking so smug,” he pouted and Alec laughed, helping him out of the chair.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asked as they walked out of the Institute together, Magnus having wrangled a free lunch out of his boyfriend in return for doing the blood test.

A/N: I’m always late on these things I’m sorry anon HAHAHAHA.

PS: SEND ME PROMPTS!

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“What the hell?!” Alec yelped at the sudden smack on his bum. He spun around to see Magnus walking away, looking like the perfect angel, his face the picture of innocence.

“Is something wrong, Alexander?” He asked innocently and Alec rolled his eyes, turning back to the pan containing their scrambled eggs.

He stirred the eggs as Magnus opened the fridge, pulling out the carton of orange juice. A hand brushing against the swell of his ass made him jump and nearly drop his spatula, turning piercing eyes onto his boyfriend, who had reached around him to grab a mug.

Magnus merely raised his eyebrows and wiggled the mug in the air.

“Just getting this. Do you want any?” He asked and Alec sighed through his nose. Magnus was impossible. He shook his head and his boyfriend shrugged, moving away to pour his orange juice.

-

“You look really pretty today.” Alec shivered when hot breath brushed against the shell of his ear, a hand trailing down his side. He was trying to focus on his homework, math equations and sums swirling around his mind. But Magnus had decided that he was done with studying and was currently half draped over him, mouth pressed against his ear.

His grip on the pencil tightened when Magnus’ hand slid lower, slipping under his shirt to press against his skin. He heaved a sigh of exasperation and turned his head, pressing his lips against his boyfriend’s in a chaste kiss before pulling away.

“If you’re so antsy, go get us some food. I’m starving.” He mumbled and Magnus pouted, dropping his head to press a kiss along the curve of his neck. Alec stifled a groan when teeth dug into his skin, a tongue swirling over the spot gently.

“I’m lazy,” Magnus mumbled against his neck, kissing up to his ear. He blew out his breath and Alec shivered, dropping his pencil to turn around fully.

“Stop that. I need to get this done. Go get us some food or something.” He poked Magnus’ stomach hard and his boyfriend huffed, pulling away. Lips pressed softly against his forehead and then he was gone, leaving behind only the scent of his cologne.

Sighing, Alec turned back to his work.

He was still at it when Magnus returned, bags of food in hand. Alec tilted his head back, gasping in surprise when lips attached to his neck, teeth scraping against skin.

“Stop it, Magnus,” he gritted out, trying to ignore his needy boyfriend draped over him. Magnus ignored him, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his neck and jaw, sucking a hickey lazily at his shoulder.

“Magnus.” Alec muffled a shout when hands slid under his shirt, moving unbidden towards his chest. His writing stuttered and the pencil scrawled over the page when Magnus thumbed at his nipples.

He stumbled when Alec shoved his chair back, spinning around so fast he barely even saw him move. Large hands propelled him backwards and the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, his body falling hard onto the mattress.

“Alec…” Magnus gasped when his hands were snatched up and Alec was leaning over him, caging him in with his body and pinning him down with a hard stare.

He squirmed, flexing his hands uselessly in Alec’s grip. Hot breath tickled his ear and he squirmed some more, gasping out in surprise.

“You need to stop.” Alec growled and Magnus could not help himself. His cock twitched in his pants and he mewled softly, pupils blowing out in lust. His legs spread apart and Alec climbed on top of him, pressing his wrists to his chest.

“Are you going to stop?” He murmured and Magnus groaned in reply. Alec raised his eyebrows, wiggling playfully.

“You tease.” Magnus gasped, his hips bucking against his weight. His fingers flexed and reflexively, Alec’s grip tightened, pinning him securely to the bed. Alec bit his lips, thinking quietly for a moment as Magnus began to shift beneath him, trying to get some much needed friction on his cock.

He bent over him, swallowing his moans with a heated kiss. Magnus’ toes curled with pleasure as Alec pushed him higher up the bed, keeping their lips attached.

A tongue licked into his mouth and his knees turned to jelly. Alec nipped at his bottom lip lazily, bringing Magnus’ arms above his head and pinning them against the mattress.

Magnus bucked, his hips moving jerkily into thin air when Alec released him, leaning over the bed to rummage in the bedside drawer.

“Stay down,” The commanding tone made him freeze and he dropped back down onto his back. “Hands.”

Magnus mewled when Alec returned to him, a large hand curling around his wrists again. His free hand tugged at his T-shirt and yanked it off, leaving Magnus shirtless. Magnus clutched at the headboard, moaning helplessly as Alec kissed down his neck, marking him with his teeth.

He was just about to demand that Alec take his shirt off when there was a click and cold metal against his skin.

‘Seriously?” He gasped when Alec pulled back, grinning smugly. He tested his bonds and groaned when found that there was no give to them at all. Alec rubbed over his erection and he let out a loud moan that had his boyfriend laughing.

“I still have a few more equations to solve and I can’t have you distracting me.” Alec shrugged when Magnus glared, his hips jerking helplessly. He bent and dropped a kiss against Magnus’ tented trousers before winking.

“I’ll reward you later for the food.”

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Their hands had barely brushed together when there was a loud hiss and pin pricks of pain shot up his hand, Magnus immediately flinching back. Alec winced when he raised his hand and there were tiny puncture marks on the skin, red beads welling up to the surface.

“Ow,” he mumbled, glaring at the little onyx dragon sitting on Alec’s shoulder. The dragon glared back, big blue eyes narrowed as it licked at its talons lazily. Alec reached up and stroked a finger down the centre of its head, cooing softly.

Magnus pouted and held out his hand, Alec muffling his laughter as he took it, raising it to his lips to press a kiss on the wounds.

“He’s a vicious thing.” He muttered, glaring at the dragon. The dragon growled at him, flicking its tail. Magnus stuck his tongue out at it as Alec wrapped an arm around his waist, turning to press a kiss on his cheek.

“Lex…” Alec said warningly when the dragon hissed again, baring its teeth. Lex glowered at Magnus, still hissing. Its tail coiled and it crossed its claws in front of its tiny body, settling down.

Magnus sent it a smug smile before pulling open the door of the cafe, motioning for Alec to go ahead.

The door had barely just fallen shut behind them when Clary fell upon them, “Magnus!”

Magnus reeled back in surprise when he got an armful of her, Alec laughing at his shocked expression.

An orange red flash lunged out of her hair, snapping at Magnus and the man jerked back, nearly dropped his friend.

“Call off your dragon!” He yelped when something snapped at his hands.

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Avenging Spirit

A/N: Inspired by a creepy prompt I saw somewhere that said: Writings started appearing on his body overnight. 

WARNING: Body mutilation, blood

“Magnus, are you feeling alright?” Alec jogged up to his boyfriend, catching his arm gently. Magnus jerked, as if startled and lifted his head to smile weakly.

“I’m fine, Alexander. Just… tired.” Alec noticed that he did not look him in the eye as he spoke, his hands fidgeting nervously.  

“Magnus.” He caught Magnus’ chin with one hand tipping it up to meet his gaze.  

“I’m alright.” Magnus pulled away, stepping back. He wrapped his arms tighter around him and shivered. The wind was cold that night.  

“The Ghost Month is beginning, we should be getting home. It’s unwise to stay out too late when the veil between us and the spirit world is thin.”  

He jogged off without another word and Alec hurried after him, worry etching itself on to his brow.  

“Aaaaaah-” Alec was awakened rudely by Magnus’ screaming. He jerked up, turning to look at his lover in concern. Magnus was convulsing on the bed next to him, eyes wide with terror and pain.

“Magnus,” Alec reached out to touch him and was shocked when his boyfriend recoiled, still screaming.

“Magnus, Magnus!” He scrambled up, swinging a leg roughly over Magnus’ body and straddling him. He gripped Magnus’ sleep shirt tightly, trying to force him still. The man thrashed around wildly, trying to unseat him.

Dark liquid soaked into the bedspread beneath them and Alec touched it, brow furrowed.

He froze.

From the metallic tang that it gave off, he could tell immediately what it was.

Blood.

Magnus gave one last terrible scream and stilled, shuddering and sobbing. Alec threw himself into action.

He tugged open his boyfriend’s shirt, revealing an expanse of smooth skin. Magnus was whimpering as he pulled the rest of the shirt off, examining his body carefully.  

“Oh my god.” Alec could feel bile rising in his throat. He wanted to throw up.  

The letters were fresh, dripping crimson blood. They had been carved into his flesh, carefully and neatly. They formed words that Alec could easily read.

Hello

“W…what does it say?” Magnus gasped, tears streaking down his face. His hands were clasped in front of his chest and he looked positively terrified.

“Hello,” Alec read and almost immediately, Magnus began to shudder, his back arching as a scream tore from his lips.

“Make it sto- aaaaaah!”  

Alec stared in horror as a new line of words began etching themselves into Magnus’s flesh, directly next to the first vertical line of letters.  

“Ale- Alexander!” Magnus cried, his hand moving to grip at the wounds.  

Hello  

Alexander

The next word was scrawled, like the other vertically down Magnus’ left rib cage, soaking the bedspread in blood.

Alec dragged himself off the bed, stumbling to the adjoining bathroom to grab a towel. Magnus was heaving shuddering breaths, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He was terrified.  

“Don’t speak to it.” He whispered weakly as Alec pressed the towel to his side. The pressure hurt and he winced, tears rising to his eyes.

Alec nodded, his expression grim.  

Wrong answer.

“Gah- aaaaaah! Aaaagh!”  

Magnus reared up, off the bed, screaming until he was hoarse, all of the colour draining out of Alec’s face as he leapt forward, grasping his boyfriend’s shoulders to pin him down.  

Magnus’ eyes were wild when the carving stopped, a new line of words appearing just next to his nipple.

“Magnus. We have to answer. We need to know what’s going on.” Alec murmured, trying to soothe him. Magnus shuddered in his arms, sobbing as new words appeared on his rib cage, dripping blood onto Alec as he held his boyfriend close.

Smart boy, Alec

“Who are you?” Alec asked aloud, stroking his hand through Magnus’ hair as he started to cry, the pain overwhelming him.  

You don’t need to know

“Well can we have a conversation another way? Magnus will die of blood loss or go insane if you keep carving words in his body.”  

At this, Magnus shuddered, grasping onto Alec’s shoulders. His nails dug into flesh and he howled as the next line of words appeared on his stomach.

He is your incentive to help me, so no.

Magnus’ chest was heaving and his breathing was shallow, painful to hear. Alec’s heart clenched and he held him closer, wrapping the towel over the fresh wounds. He pressed a kiss against his forehead and spoke again.

“Why not hurt me? Leave him alone.” Magnus made a sound of protest, eyes widening before he screamed again, wild and animalistic.

Alec held him, wincing as his nails raked down his back, clawing red lines into skin.

He is of my blood. Easier to use

Right at this moment, the sun’s rays shone in through the window and Magnus stopped moving.

Alec’s blood ran cold as he frantically pressed two fingers to Magnus’ jugular, searching for a pulse.

Magnus stirred weakly, burying his face into the crook of Alec’s neck.

“It’s all gone.” Alec said in awe as the vertical lines of red faded away, leaving behind only the stains in the bed spread to prove that they had ever been there before.

Magnus made a choked sound, pulling Alec closer.  

“What are we going to do?” He sobbed, half hysterically.