A Malec story inspired by this fill (to the prompt: “I want your babies”) here. Being the huge mpreg fan that I am, I just couldn’t resist adding an addition(?) with a twist. I hope OP doesn’t mind! :)
After sleeping most (if not all) of the day away, Magnus shuffles out of their bedroom, when Alec’s and Magnus’ eyes meet across the loft. “About last night—“ they both start and stop. Which brings a fond smile to both of their faces.
Magnus continues on his way towards Alec. Now within touching distance, Magnus can pick up how devious Alec’s eyes have become. Now that they’re so close, Alec couldn’t help but stare at how radiant his husband looked. It was no secret that he made quite the picture.
“Now, Alexander— I know where that pretty head of yours is going and while it may be relevant to the conversation- it also needs to wait.” Alec’s full attention had reverted back onto Magnus’ face the moment be heard his name being spoken, but now he’s worried. Because Magnus’ eyes aren’t meeting his and he’s wrapped his blue satin robe as well as his arms, tightly around himself- as a sort of defense, he thinks. So, yes, he’s sticking with worried.
“What’s-?” Alec begins. But he doesn’t get to finish his query before Magnus’ fingertip silently appears in front of his lips, and while Alec may have just returned from a small inner monologue, Magnus must’ve noticed his worry (that’s clearly written on his face), because Magnus is no longer hunching in on himself and his eyes, his eyes are directed to Alec, and only Alec. His smile is back in place (where it should always be), and his eyes are starting to twinkle from the shared memory of a time when Magnus had previously made the same gesture. During a time when everything between them was new and confusing. But, as Magnus intended, the gesture has the same desired effect now, as it did all of those years ago.
He drops his hand and after a quick run through Alec’s hair, he winds his arms around his Shadowhunter’s neck. “I love you, Alexander..”
“And I love you.” Alec whispers. Magnus is so lost in the depths of Alec’s eyes that he almost forgets that he’s supposed to be talking. Right. Talking about— yes; that. Magnus lets out a small sigh. It wasn’t a sad sigh, so much as a— “I’m going to say the thing. And he’s going to laugh. And I’m going to have to pretend like I was joking so his laugh doesn’t turn into something worse.” So, it was a sigh that came from a weary and resigned place more than anything else. Because Magnus wasn’t scared to say this to Alec. He wouldn’t have wanted “this thing” with Alec had he found the idea of telling him, scary. That doesn’t mean he wasn’t nervous and he wasn’t going to prepare himself. Because Magnus is old and if anything, he knows that not being prepared is one of the most foolish things you could ever be. Afteral, he hasn’t survived this long without having backup up plans upon backup plans.
“I’m the High Warlock.. of Alicante, Alexander. I could have ruled over Edom, had that been... something I wanted. And I’m capable of things that you may be shocked to find out.. that’s part of why I‘ve never actually told anyone about it before. For good reason, yes, but I’m also sharing this with you because.. well, for good reason. I ultimately never wanted to share this with anyone else. Before you. Because only recently have I realized that that was even something I’d want. With you. Specifically... Because of you, my love. I—“
Magnus has never known nerves such as these. Even when he’s experienced the feeling before, it was never this intense. Because he really did want this now that the thought cemented itself into his (albeit drunken) consciousness last night. Everything has been leading him here, he thinks.
“You know that you can tell me anything. Sweetheart, hey. There is nothing that could make me love you any less, or trust you any less, or-or make me think any less of you.” And Magnus’ face that had turned into Alec’s neck to hide during mid-speech has perked up, because he knew Alec was a poet, but damn. What a man. He nearly giggles when he realizes he’s not nervous anymore. Not at all. Because this man doesn’t just make him brave— he makes him fearless.
He focuses on Alec’s face and the feeling of those strong hands that are pressed firmly against his hip and neck. And he breathes. Truly breathes again since he decided he’d bring the topic up before he had breakfast, like pulling off a bandaid, he had reasoned with himself earlier. “I know that you thought I was joking last night. Or, well, being silly. Which to be fair- this is me we’re talking about. But the truth is. I know how to bare children. Potentially.”
Alec’s eyes, Magnus quickly realizes were filling with tears. And out of all the reactions he cooked up in his head, he hadn’t been expecting this. “Oh— Alexander! I don’t—“ Magnus says, half frantic. But Alec being Alec, saves Magnus from any further worry when he takes Magnus’ face into his hands and smiles on the end of a sniffle. “I always knew you were magical. But I could’ve never imagined this. You’re-“ Alec laughs while tears run down his cheeks. “My world. You, giving birth to my children would make me— well, I’m already the happiest man in the world. But, yes. I mean— that was a proposal, right?” Magnus released a fond laugh. And in that moment, he can’t help but kiss Alec oh so tenderly before responding. Which is when he notices the tears rolling down his own cheeks.
“It’s a proposal, alright. A gift? A pact? An adventure? Maybe a... ‘happily ever after’... of our own making?” Magnus says wistfully. As if he’s partly joking. But they both know he couldn’t be more serious.
“Love, I believe that I’ve already received all of that... the day you came into my life. And what an adventure it’s been, already.” Alec says around a grin. “Magnus, I adore you, okay? And I want this. With you. Always, with you. I also may have a few ideas we can use... for practice purposes, of course.” Alec rasped; his voice having deepend to such a level, that it left little to the imagination.
“Well, I’m all for...” Magnus quips. His voice breaking off when he feels Alec’s hands that have trailed down to his backside, firmly squeeze, and then soon after, separate his ass cheeks. If Magnus wasn’t currently wearing any pants, his hole would be on full display. The thought making his limbs tremble with want. “Bedroom?” Magnus stutters out the moment he feels Alec’s fingers gently (but firmly) press up inside him (from the outside of his lounge pants). Like a promise.
Alec growls out his agreement near Magnus’ ear. “Bedroom, now.” Because, well, Alec always believed practice made perfect. But he also believed nothing could be more perfect than the tiny whimpers that were currently escaping Magnus’ mouth. A mouth that Alec was seconds away from devouring.
So, while they may have a lot work to accomplish, and more world-saving to prepare for, they also have a “happily ever after” to plan, and they both knew that this right here was the start of that brilliant second chapter.
