I always thought that Magnus is just fixing Alec’s jacket. You know as the reason for him to touch him. But it was just about 5 minutes ago that I realize that he is stroking his cheek too. I never saw that he brushed his finger at Alec’s cheek. No surprise that Matt couldn’t keep straight face and smiled and blushed.
Seriously, what is wrong with me when it took me so long to get some of their touchings?
okay how did freeform do it? How did they get 8 actors to portray these characters so perfectly?
Alberto as Simon
Harry as Magnus
Emeraude as Izzy
David as Raphael
Matthew as Alec
Dom as Jace
Katherine as clary
Isaiah as Luke
they’re all so perfect in their roles and I just can’t comprehend how this happened. this is glorious
Okay, literally wtf- I'm just minding my own business and then I'm attacked by videos of Harry working out??? I'm trying to live and now I've got heart palpitations?? (Thanks You)
harry’s body is a work of art and harry working out is a god damn master performance. sorry i’m not sorry for enjoying the finer things in life and sharing it with all of you guys. and as a good friend of mine once said when i asked for a break because i was too overwhelmed by harry:
“no breaks we die like real stans” - @softshumjr, march 23rd ‘17
Alec couldn’t fathom the fact that he was lost. In space, in time, in his mind. He was gone. Dust. Air. He’s physically with it, but his mind is a desert island. It’s so unfilled.
He was scared. He didn’t know how to react to feeling and thinking nothing. What does one do when they’ve lost the ability to come to conclusions? When they’ve lost the ability to process their actions. When they feel mentally… powerless?
“I… have have to go.” Alec breathed out to Izzy as she watched his brain unscrew.
“Magnus. I have to go to Magnus. I need to feel something.”
“Alec, you know that mother was just being the stern person she’s always been. Don’t take her words to heart, I’m still here.” Izzy explain with an emotion filled expression taking over her face. He knew she cared about him, he just had to get away from the place that participated in the scene that was just caused.
“I know. I know you are… I just can’t be here right now.”
Izzy held her breath and Alec could see through her straight expression that she wanted to deepen the topic of comfort. But she didn’t. She simply nodded her head.
Alec gave her a quick nod of appreciation for giving him space and he left the institute without another word spoken.
Magnus was sorting through his necklaces when he heard the knock on the door. It was subtle and light. The three knocks that were demonstrated possessed a simple pattern. Something Magnus could recognize every time.
It was Alec.
Magnus dropped what he was doing instantly and headed towards the door. He took a deep breath before he opened it, then did it with one swift motion.
Magnus knew right off the bat that something was wrong. Alec’s face was flushed and his eyes looked heavy. His cheeks shined with red and his posture was weak. Alec had been crying, and Magnus needed to know why.
“Hey. I-uh… want to talk.” Alec stuttered out, his face still as blank as his mind.
“Why of course, sit down dear.”
Alec dropped his jacket to the ground and walked to the couch knowing that Magnus wouldn’t mind, and he didn’t. He was far too concerned with what Alec was feeling rather than what he was doing.
“It’s my mother.”
“Figures, Maryse is insufferable.”
“I needed to get out of that place. I needed to be somewhere where I felt safe.” Alec mumbled, but he couldn’t be more clear.
“So you came here. You can talk to me. Always.” Magnus expressed as he sat down next to Alec, offering him a comforting hand on his thigh. He wanted to show his love without it being too much, knowing that the main focus was Alec and why he was hurting, not their relationship.
“She told me that I’m hurting the family name. I’m breaking honor and I’m stripping all aspects of loyalty.”
Magnus was about to chime in, until Alec turned to him with a face of… actually, Magnus couldn’t tell. Alec looked so lost. It scared him.
“I don’t understand why everything has to be so planned all the time. What on earth ever happened to plot twists?” Alec tried to joke, but both him and Magnus knew what the topic was at hand.
“Why did she say those things, if I may ask.”
Alec paused. Magnus saw his walls tearing down through his beautiful hazel eyes. Alec was afraid.
“She… she was referring to you. To my interest in you.” Alec muttered with a single tear falling down his cheek. Magnus instantaneously reached out to whip the tear away. A tear that represented not only heartache, but fear.
“You listen to me loud and clear when I say this. Just because you chose to confide in someone your mother doesn’t approve of, doesn’t make you any less of a man you are. You’re outstanding. The qualities you obtain never fail to bring surprise to my everyday life.” Magnus couldn’t have shown anymore emotion than he was now. It was physically impossible. His love was never ending and when he talked to Alec, every inch of his soul was just as involved as he was.
“I didn’t just choose to confide in you, I chose to love you.” Alec paused. “… I don’t regret it, despite the hatred that’s being thrown at me.”
“Alexander, don’t misinterpret poor judgment as hate. As much as I loathe your mother, I know what kind of women she is. She’s all about family. Give her time.”
Alec held his stare with Magnus and never once broke contact. Everything in this world was just so damn confusing for him, but Magnus seemed to be the only thing that was clear.
“As for the first part of what you said… just know that when I put my love in you, it was all selfless. I didn’t know what you had to offer on your part and it didn’t matter, because I only wanted what was best for you. If you chose to stay in hiding, or go through with the wedding, I would’ve still loved you. Nothing can break what I feel for you. Not even all the magic in the world.” Magnus couldn’t be more vulnerable than he was within this moment. His admiration for Alec was burning through the walls that were built around his heart, and pouring out of mouth like a waterfall.
“Now I will admit… you loving me back is a fantastic feeling, and I’m really soaking it up.” Magnus chuckled and Alec let out a smirk, which made Magnus melt.
“How could I not love you?” Alec put his hand to Magnus’ face and let his thumb stroke his cheek. “You’re magical. Not just because your a warlock, that actually has nothing to do with what I’m saying. You’re just… you’re so out of this world. I’ve never met someone like you. Someone so powerful yet so graceful. You won me over the first time I met you, I just didn’t know how to let myself accept something for me.”
Magnus saw it. He finally saw a specific emotion spread across Alec’s face and it looked like his mind was finally working again. Like he wasn’t trapped in emptiness. Like he knew what to think again. It was all love. Every ounce of it.
“And I’m glad you did, Alexander. You deserve to let yourself feel and grow on your own terms. I’m just forever grateful that you chose to show yourself through me.”
With that, Alec’s other hand reached out to Magnus’ face and he leaned in to find his lips. Alec wanted the sentiment, and he craved to find it in Magnus.
As their lips connected, the kiss screamed passion. It wasn’t fast. It possessed meaning that no words could ever explain. No tongues dared to enter each others mouths, their lips just danced in a steady rhythm. It was almost choreographed, they way their lips knew what to do with one another’s.
Magnus gripped onto the small of Alec’s back, holding him for dear life. The kiss only lasted for a brief moment, but with that simple action, they felt as if their relationship was being described. All the desire, all the want, it was evident.
They both pulled apart slowly and together. Their foreheads leaned against one another’s as Alec’s mouth formed into a smile.
“Stay here with me.” Magnus breathed out, his voice almost getting caught up in his breath.
“I can’t say no to you.” Alec let out, finally understanding what he needed. He needed all that Magnus offered. No words from his mother or stereotypes that follow his family name could lead him away from knowing and desiring that. All he cared about was that he was with the one person he’ll love forever.