does magnus still remember his birthday?
as prompted by the wonderful @krockszz!! thank you so much and SORRY FOR THE DELAY LMAO
(also this is much longer than i expected lol soz) let me know what you think!
Magnus had woken up to a cold and empty bed that day. It was a Monday. And although it didn’t mean anything to anyone else, Magnus had instantly realised what day – or week – it was. He glanced at the window of his loft and noted the steady snowfall as well as the stark white cityscape. The entire place was covered in a blanket of snow and Magnus sat up lazily. It had come late this year. It was almost mid-December and Magnus had been anticipating the snow for a while. He wasn’t usually one to pay attention to the weather, but he found himself increasingly seeking the cold each year that passed.
Alec had slept at the Institute last night and Magnus didn’t want to make a fuss. It wasn’t a big deal anyway. Magnus shifted and sat cross-legged in his warm sheets. He looked down at his hands, bare from any rings and the tips painted a deep blue. He sighed. He hadn’t even told Alec that it was the week of his birthday. But what was age to an immortal?
Just as Magnus thought he might be in a good mood for the day, his phone made an alarming sound. Magnus flinched, much too early to start thinking about his arrangements. He knew he had a bunch of clients for the day and Magnus couldn’t remember if he had done that on purpose. He didn’t bother to even pretend to care about his jobs. Alec had promised to spend the night for the next two days, so it was all Magnus really had going for him at the moment.
By the end of the day, Magnus was in such an annoyed state that he wasn’t sure even his boyfriend could fix. His clients hadn’t been the nicest. Magnus felt like snapping at them numerous times but settled for offering them crappy tea. How could he expect them to know? Or even care?
It was six in the evening when Magnus was called into the New York Institute by Maryse to secure some wards and he had agreed without discussion of payments. If he got to see Alec quicker than anticipated, that would be enough for him. Unfortunately, Alec was cooped up in his office completing mountains of boring paperwork for the Clave. He didn’t recognise any of the other Shadowhunters scurrying around but did stop to smile when Isabelle gave him an excited wave before heading off on a mission. He had no clue where Clary or the other Lightwoods were but wasn’t in the mood to seek them out either. He just wanted to get the job done, maybe catch a glimpse of Alec and then head home.
Once he was done, Magnus made his way to Alec’s office, eager to see the person he missed. Magnus softly knocked on the door and pushed it open when he heard Alec say “come in”. The boy looked stressed, Magnus noted. Alec’s hair, despite its already unruly nature, was sticking up in every direction and his desk was overflowing with papers. “Hey,” Magnus said with a smile as he walked in and closed the door behind him.
“Hey,” Alec sighed, leaning back in his chair.
“Mind if I bother you for a bit?” asked Magnus, leaning against the wall.
“Yes, please,” said Alec, throwing a folder on to the desk and watching it bury itself amongst the papers. “How’s your day been?” he asked, eyes not leaving Magnus’.
“Busy,” replied Magnus. He got up off the wall and walked to the other side of the office. “This is my first break all day.”
Alec’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously?” he said, glancing at the clock. “Magnus, it’s almost eight.”
Magnus pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah well, like I said, I’ve been busy.” He walked over to the bookshelf that sat tall against the wall and lazily picked out a book. He noticed that the title had something to do with the Subway but didn’t bother to check before flipping to a random page. Magnus was too tired to engage in more interesting conversation. So he simply walked over to a large chair and sat down with a thump. Even then, with his mellow demeanour, Alec thought Magnus moved much more gracefully and elegantly than he himself ever could.
He frowned, leaning forward against his desk. “You okay?” Alec asked, thumbs fidgeting. Magnus took in a deep breath but didn’t look up from the book.
“Yeah,” he said curtly and Alec felt his hands become sweaty.
“Okay…” he dragged, but quickly disguised it in a chipper tone. “I actually had something to ask you. Izzy recommended this really great Italian restaurant the other day and I thought it would be great to go for your birthday?”
Magnus snapped his head up immediately. He couldn’t tell if his surprise was showing but he recognised the smirk on Alec’s face. “What?” he asked. How had Alec found out?
Alec smiled. “Your birthday; it’s this month right?”
“How did you know?” he asked in a small voice. He had absent-mindedly closed the book he was reading.
“I was looking for a file today and stumbled upon yours but it didn’t seem to have an exact date.” Alec got up and walked over to Magnus who stayed seated. Alec strolled over to the chair next to Magnus and sat down. Magnus continued to stare, not saying a word. He knew why the Institute didn’t have a date. “Why didn’t you tell me your birthday was this month?” asked Alec. There was no authority in his voice. Nothing to suggest that he should have known before hand or that demanded Magnus tell him.
Magnus licked his lips and stared downwards. “I try not to think about it,” he replied and Alec’s frown only deepened. Alec stayed quiet, worried he may have just crossed a border he was unaware even existed. “Besides,” Magnus spoke up, disrupting the silence. “When you’re as old as I am, birthdays don’t really seem to matter.”
Alec thought that was wrong. That someone like Magnus should be happy to celebrate every single year he was alive. “How do you usually celebrate it then?” he asked.
“Okay,” Alec replied quickly. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. But at least tell me what date it is so I can get you something?” A comforting smile made its way on to Alec’s features and Magnus looked up.
“Alexander, I appreciate the thought but I don’t need anything. I have you, that’s enough of a gift for me.”
Alec smiled slightly but it faded away quicker that it had appeared. “Nobody needs anything. I just want to,” he said.
Magnus took in another deep breath and placed the book on the table in front of him. “I don’t know,” he said, avoiding Alec’s gaze.
Alec’s eyebrows furrowed curiously. “You don’t know… what?” he asked.
“What do you mean you don’t know your birthday?”
“I mean, I don’t quite remember the exact date.” Alec’s mouth fell open and all he could do was stare at his boyfriend’s ludicrous words. Magnus got up to put the book back on the shelf. “The last birthday I celebrated was more than 400 years ago, Alexander,” he said, walking back to the chair but not sitting down. He felt weirdly ashamed of the fact that he didn’t know his own birthday. “I was nine when I left home and…” He shrugged. “I was able to narrow it down to a week, but not a date,” he said with a sense of finality that made Alec uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry,” Alec replied after a few seconds of silence.
“What for?” asked Magnus. He inched closer to Alec, his hand finding the boy’s on the armrest almost instantly. Alec looked down at their hands and tangled his fingers with Magnus’ before looking back up.
“For not knowing.”
“You didn’t kno-”
“For not asking, then.” Magnus looked at Alec, a smile on his face and his hand moving up to bury themselves in Alec’s hair.
“You don’t have anything to apologise for, Alexander,” he said softly. Alec pulled on Magnus’ arm to bring himself up so that he was standing opposite his boyfriend. He leaned in to kiss Magnus. It was sweet and it was true and Alec wanted to melt when he felt Magnus’ hands on his chest. The man brought his hands down to the small bit of exposed skin under Alec’s shirt, and he could almost feel Alec’s skin tingle at his touch. Magnus felt Alec’s breath hitch in his throat and smiled.
Alec pulled away. “Then I’ll take the week off.”
“What?” breathed Magnus, hands pausing on the waistband of Alec’s jeans. Nobody before Alec had even question Magnus about his birthday before, simply getting him a book or artefact when they ended up finding out accidentally. He had never intended on keeping something like this from Alec but he just never got around to addressing it until it was too late.
Alec pressed a short kiss to Magnus’ lips. “You, Magnus Bane, are going to have the best birthd- birthweek of your eternal life,” he explained, pecking Magnus’ lips between each word. “When do we start?”
Magnus looked down at his watch. “About 20 hours ago?” he said, sheepishly. Alec took a step back suddenly and he looked excited. Magnus saw a look of ‘you are never going to live this down’ on his boyfriend’s face.
“Izzy’s restaurant can wait. How about… we go straight to Italy?” he asked, a spark in his eyes. Magnus couldn’t help but beam at his Alec’s enthusiasm.
“How about… we start tomorrow?” he said in a low voice and Alec felt his stomach twist. Magnus clicked his fingers, firmly locking the door to the office before pressing himself tightly against Alec. He kissed him so hard that he was convinced his birthday would be every day from now on, solely because he was lucky enough to have some like Alec in his life.
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