Turn The Memory To Stone
Malec fic set after 2x13. Also deals with 2x12. Kinda sad, kinda not.
“You never have to prove yourself to me,” Alec says. He has a thousand other things he needs to say to Magnus, everything has been so fucked up lately, he’s been so fucked up lately, but all that comes out is a strained and stuttered, “I love you.”
And Magnus, who has every right to still be angry instead, cups Alec’s face and says he loves him too and kisses him. Alec grips Magnus by the hip and shoulder and kisses back, here on this patio that’s become a sanctuary of sorts for the both of them, together and separately.
Alec pulls away and rests his forehead against Magnus’s, taking a moment to just breathe and be. He can feel the tension still in Magnus’s body, the way he stands just slightly away from Alec instead of leaning into him. “You’re still angry,” Alec states lightly.
“A little,” Magnus admits. His tone is gentle, though, sad more than anything.
Alec licks at his lips, thinking of what to say, and realizes he tastes something smoky-sweet and alcoholic. “You’ve been drinking.”
Magnus pulls away at that, but a small smile plays at his mouth. “A little.” The grin slips, and sadness returns. “Or, a lot.”