my heart (is my armour)
he’s the tear in my heart, i’m alive
for @blurryfandoms (i love you more than you’ll ever know, dork <333), @aiishadee (love you, sweetheart <3), the squad, @jayinaboxx and anyone else in the sh fandom (love y’all nerds!!) and the fam, @claryfightwood, @rinithereject, @petertheromaniwolf, @jimins-tiny-hands and @inevera13
feat. twenty one pilots, food puns, singing, and soft boyfriends.
word count: 875, just a short drabble
He wakes up to the light filtering through the window, quietly. It accentuates his face with yellow, eyes blinking in confusion, before he realises he’s here, and he’s alright. The room is chilly, cold wind blowing into the room with a rustle. Magnus peers at it. He’s sure he didn’t leave the window open last night.
He closes his eyes again and pulls his blanket around him, yawning. It’s late, he can feel, but he’d rather stay in bed, have this day to himself and Alexander. Magnus shifts and turns around, reaching for him, but his hand falls on cold sheets. He blinks and shuffles up, resting against the headboard. Alexander is always up before him these days. Probably something to do with being a Shadowhunter.
“You’re just getting old!” Magnus remembers that day fondly. He smiles now, the warmth filling him up, too much to contain. God, he loves him so much. His heart aches for his touch, even though it has been months since they first kissed, even though he knows every line, every indent in Alexander’s body and mind like the back of his hand. He knows every endearment, every idiosyncrasy, every worry. Magnus beams, hand coming up to cover his mouth. He falls in love with Alexander a little bit more, every day.