The eerie sound of footsteps out in the hallway wakes Magnus from a particularly pleasant dream and he sits up slowly, squinting into the pitch black room as his heart begins to race. No one should be able to get in here, especially at this hour.
He slides out of bed and tiptoes over to his nightstand, pulling out a can of pepper spray and clutching it in his hand. He makes sure the nozzle is facing away from him, then stands beside the door and waits, pressing his lips together as the footsteps come closer.
The door creaks open slowly, and just as the intruder’s head peeks inside, Magnus sprays. A scream sounds through the room and the intruder stumbles, nearly knocking into the bed frame.
“Magnus, what the fuck! My eyes are burning!”
Magnus freezes as he registers whose voice it is and he quickly flicks on the lights. He claps a hand over his mouth when he sees Alec standing in the middle of the room, his hands covering his eyes.
“Oh my god,” Magnus breathes out, rushing over and grabbing Alec’s shoulders. “Come on, I’ll lead you to the bathroom.”
He rubs at Alec’s back soothingly as he painstakingly flushes his eyes with water, repeating apologies over and over again until Alec finally straightens up and turns the sink off.
“That really wasn’t the greeting I was expecting,” Alec says, his voice gravelly, and Magnus nearly tears up when he sees how red his boyfriend’s eyes are.
“I didn’t think you’d be home until tomorrow afternoon,” Magnus says, gently pressing a hand to Alec’s cheek. “Is the irritation still bad? Do you want me to call Catarina? I can get her over here in-”
“Magnus, it’s fine,” Alec says, offering him an equally fond and amused grin. “I’ve been attacked by much worse than pepper spray. Can I ask why you even had it, though?”
Things are very shitty here in Brazil right now with the possibility of a homophobic, racist, sexist and pro-torture man becoming the next president. As a lgbt girl, I am terrified of what is going to happen, but, boy, seing Martino and Nico falling in love is really giving me hope. Hope that we are gonna make it, no matter what. Hope that someday I will love someone like that without having to worry about the bullshit people like me are going through right now.
Because today I can see that representation fucking matters. Stories like Nico and Marti are important. All lgbt+ stories are important. I have truly been a wreck lately, but I know I need to keep going and fighting. So that is what I will do, just like many others in Brazil and in the whole world.
So, I guess I just wanted to share this here cause there is no one I can confide this to right now. Well, things are shit now, but we have been through worst and we only got out of it stronger. And, in order to keep my hopes up, I just wanted to make a little list of a couple of lgbt+ characters I hold dear to my heart.
Okay but who else is ready for Jace to tell Zara off and tell her how he disapproves of everything she has done and then watch everyone realize that didn’t know already that she is not and has never been the “next Jace Herondale?”