Magnus felt his magic pulse through his veins and out of his palm, blasting away another Circle member. He dodged an attack from someone to his left and kicked the guy hard in the stomach, sending him flying backwards.
Beside him, Magnus could see Alec fighting with his seraph blade against a demon. This huge fight on the beach had been nothing but brutal, and Magnus was resorting to fist fighting to preserve whatever magic he had left in the case of an emergency.
Him and Alec hadn’t even spoken since the night of Max’s procedure, after Magnus walked away from Alec and almost broke down on the elevator ride up. As soon as Magnus had heard about the attack on the beach, he ran as fast has he could. The thought of Alec in danger was almost too much to bear, and he ended up getting there in the knick of time, managing to kill a giant demon dragon with Alec and Izzy’s help before the Circle members arrived.
Now it was pouring rain, cracks of thunder rippling through the air. Lightning illuminated the battle scene, as well as various colors of warlock magic. In the midst of the fight, Magnus found himself staying by Alec’s side, and he had a feeling that Alec didn’t really want to leave his.
so this is a mixture of an anonymous request I got and a headcanon I saw (that I can’t find to link) but I hope you enjoy!!
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Alec’s vision was blurry as sweat rolled down his forehead, getting in his eyes. Sand was flying out behind him as he sprinted down the beach, trying desperately to get enough leverage and coverage to turn and aim a shot at the dragon demon that was following. Izzy was somewhere behind him, but she could handle herself, and the dragon was after him anyways. He chanced a glance back to make sure she was okay, only to see that he was losing ground and the demon was on his heels.
“Dammit,” he groaned, willing his legs to push him faster, harder. He felt his speed rune burning as he used the last of it, along with the heat beside him as a fireball landed dangerously close to him. He almost didn’t see the figure in front of him. They weren’t moving, only planting their feet and preparing to strike.
The flicker of a silver ear cuff was the only give away.
Alec ducked quickly, rolling onto the sand as he felt the familiar power of magic soar over his head, striking the demon directly in the chest. Alec knew what was coming, he’d seen it when he’d shot the dragon in New York.
“Magnus look out!” He called out, but it was too late. The demon had already spawned back from its remnants, creating six smaller, but still lethal demons. Three of them turned to Alec, the other three to Magnus. Alec grasped for his seraph blade, slicing through the two closest to him. Magnus was holding off the other one headed for the younger boy along with two that were after him, but he failed to see the one coming up behind him.
With a sickening hiss, Alec watched in horror as the demon struck Magnus in the back with its tail and the stinger at the end of it. Magnus’ eyes went wide with shock, and he turned slowly to see what had hit him. Alec was on his feet in a flash, aiming a careful arrow that soared beside Magnus and landed in the neck of the demon. The three remaining demons scattered into the woods, and Alec fell to his knees beside Magnus, who had slumped to the ground.
“Ouch,” Magnus said slowly.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re okay, you’re gonna be fine, everything is going to be fine. I’m right here,” Alec murmured, his hands hovering uselessly over Magnus’ body, unsure of what to do.
“Catarina. I need Catarina,” he murmured, his body stiffening as he fought the pain that was beginning to spread.
“Can you make a portal?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Take my strength. You’ve done it before, we just need to get you back home, and then we can fix this, okay? Take it Magnus,” he urged, grasping onto Magnus’ hand tightly, willing him to take everything he needed. He felt a sudden drain, as if his energy was being zapped from his muscles, but it gave Magnus just enough strength to create a small portal. Alec all but dragged him through it, both of them tumbling onto the floor of the apartment.
Magnus groaned at the impact, rolling over onto his stomach. It was only then that Alec could see the blood running from his upper back, his jacket tattered and burning away from the poison of the sting.
“Catarina!” Alec yelled, lifting Magnus as gently as he could off the floor. He swiped everything off of the coffee table before laying the warlock down gently on his stomach.
“Not. Here.” Magnus panted. Alec felt himself begin to panic again. He turned away, only slightly, scribbling out a frantic fire message and sending it with all the force he had, praying it would get to her in time.
“What can I do? Tell me what to do Magnus,” Alec pleaded, feeling his eyes fill with tears.
“Stay with me,” Magnus murmured, his hand searching, reaching up from where it was hanging beside the table. Alec took it in his, squeezing tightly. He was shaking, and his rings were clicking together slightly.
“I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here,” Alec reassured him. Magnus smiled at that, his lips moving as if he wanted to speak, but his head lulled back onto the table.