some immortality talk but mainly just malec fluff (aka my weakness).
“Alexander, hey,” whispered Magnus, softly stroking the hair out of Alec’s eyes. “It’s time to get up, come on.” Alec fluttered his eyes open to the beautiful sight of Magnus crouching at the edge of the bed. He groaned in protest but decided to keep his eyes open, soaking in the sight of early sun rays sweeping over Magnus’ face. His hair had blonde tips today.
Alec sighed. “It’s too early…” he complained. Magnus chuckled and climbed over Alec so he could sit cross-legged on the empty side of the bed. His shirt was sheer and buttoned low, just above where his belly button would’ve been to reveal his bare chest as well as the layers of necklaces that adorned it.
“I invited everyone over for breakfast,” stated Magnus. A small smile remained on his lips as he knew Alec would make a fuss.
Alec squinted on eye in suspicion. “Who’s everyone?” he asked slowly.
Magnus’ smile widened. “Clary, Isabelle, Simon-” Magnus cringed. “And Jace.” Alec further buried his face into his pillow.
“Why?” he groaned. Magnus laughed at his boyfriend and buried his hands into Alec’s hair.
“Because we need to make time for the people love, Alexander.” Magnus but his lip to try and contain his smile, failing miserably. It was a reaction that was now triggered by the simple mention of the word ‘love’. It reminded him of how much he loved Alexander. And how much he loved him back. Magnus leaned over Alec’s body and rolled him over to see his face, his hands remaining on the Shadowhunter’s chest.
Alec was pouting. “I don’t love Clary!” he exclaimed, dumbfounded. “Or Simon!” Magnus let out an endearing laugh and Alec joined in. They stared at each other, laughing at the statement at first but later in admiring each other’s smiles. Magnus leaned over and placed a short but intense kiss on Alec’s lips. Alec’s hand reached out to clasp Magnus’ face, pulling him closer in order to relish the feeling of his lips. Magnus smiled into the kiss, pulling away before they got carried away.
“Alexander, we are alive right now,” he whispered, Alec still in daze from the kiss. Memories of the past week, of Valentine’s attack on the Institute, of so many fellow Downworlders dying flashed through their minds. “And we have the opportunity to be together. Not everyone has that luxury.” Magnus cast his eyes low and Alec immediately felt guilty for resisting Magnus’ idea. Alec reached a hand over and squeezed Magnus’ fingers, his thumb tracing circles on the back of his hand. Alec softly tugged on his fingers so that Magnus would look at him and smiled.
“Do you miss your friends?” he whispered.
Magnus smiled and shook his head fondly. “Deeply,” he replied warmly, but not sadly. Alec was glad that Magnus wasn’t upset. He slid himself over to Magnus who was still seated next to him and laid his head on Magnus’ lap. Magnus’ hands went to Alec’s hair and face almost instinctively, feeling every inch as if he were to disappear at any time.
“I’m sorry,” Alec said, gripping Magnus’ wrist.
“Don’t apologise for my immortality.” Magnus scoffed as though it was the most ludicrous thing Alec could’ve said.
Alec shook his head. “I’m sorry that I won’t be able to stay.” Magnus felt his heart swell. He couldn’t believe that the boy in front of him was real, that he cared as much as he did.
Magnus leaned down and placed a kiss on Alec’s forehead, burying his face in the boy’s raven hair, inhaling his scent as if it were a drug. “I will always love you, Alexander.”