“'She looks just like your wife,’ Magnus
said, offhandedly. His gaze tore back to Alec when he heard the other man choke
on the coffee he was drinking. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, are you two not married.’ 'Uh,
no,’ Alec said after recovering from his coughing fit. 'Izzy is my sister.'”
Aka, the “I fell in love with the
pregnant girl across the hall’s brother” AU.
Magnus Bane’s the head of his own
company. Alec Lightwood is in his last year of law school. They’ve never met
but have one thing in common: neither does relationships. Just one night
stands. That is until they find themselves matched on a hookup app and suddenly
one night is not enough.
Also known as the one where Magnus and
Alec meet and think they can have no strings attached sex and not develop
Despite what his sister
thinks about his non-existent love life, Alec is not in danger of an oncoming
descent into recluse crazy cat owner. For one; Church would eat his competitors
for Alec’s undivided attention and two; Alec’s a little hung up over Magnus
When Magnus gets to Nashville, Indiana
to handle his late mother’s will, he doesn’t expect to be forced to stay there
for six months. Six months away from New York and lost in the wildness of the
It quickly appears that he is going to
go through six months of living hell.
The fact that he hates the local
veterinarian on sight isn’t helping.
Alec had a problem. One
that was wrapped up in exquisite clothing and dusted in glitter. Alec was
quickly realising that being around Magnus was terrible for his composure.
Ignoring the fact that he could barely string a sentence together without
tripping over his words, he’d discovered a new distraction: magic.
After closing a
particularly spectacular legal case Magnus sends Ragnor a celebratory text only
to find himself the victim of autocorrect and having to explain to a very
handsome angel (Alec) that he isn’t God, no matter how much he wishes he was
Magnus wore cardigans
and baggy slacks. He owned two cats, and he lived in a home more suitable for
an elderly mundane woman for a reason. He was to remain boring and unsuitable
for most associations with people. He did not like attention, no matter how
positive it might be. He was to seem eccentric and weird. Living a life focused
on magic that was supposed to not exist.
Magnus Bane is a famous
stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love with him after one dance. The
feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he meets the freshly turned twenty-one
year old Alec lightwood, he can’t take his eyes off him, and they find themselves
in love quicker than they expected.
Alec Lightwood is in
love with his best friend and colleague Jace.
Jace is straight and at the moment he’s dating
this Clary girl. Alec is certain it won’t last, as all his friend’s previous
Then there’s Magnus Bane, another co-worker and
a man who sure knows how to make Alec feel embarrassed.
Something’s going on between Alec and Magnus.
Something’s going on between Jace and Clary
Magnus is an interior
designer who is dreading going to his yearly Christmas party and Alec a waiter
who has dealt with more than enough Christmas cheer to last a lifetime. But
when the two set eyes on the other across a crowded restaurant are they going
to be destined for more when the festive season is over?
Alec has enough on his plate right now.
His parents are furious at him, Magnus Bane is making him feel things he’s
trying so hard not to feel, his wedding is coming up, and his world is breaking
apart.What he doesn’t need is a fussy mundane
version on himself showing up in the Institute basement. What he doesn’t need
is Magnus telling him that they’ll just have to wait for Seelie Magic to suck
that version of himself back to his own dimension.But since when does Alec get what he
Alternate Dimension Alec gets trapped in the Shadowhunter reality at some point
after the “I know you feel what I feel” scene. The gang desperately
tries to stop chaos from ensuing.
“How did you manage to never run
into him? He’s always helping with stuff and he’s even been at the institute
about three weeks ago to strengthen the wards against further attacks from
Valentine,” she replied and looked at her brother incredulously. Alexander
scrunched up his nose and shrugged.
“Well, maybe I have better things
to do than waiting around to watch some overrated warlock do magic
tricks,” he commented a little defensively but it was the truth. He always
had something to do and even when they were not out demon hunting, he had
either paperwork to do or train.
“Pardon me, but I’m not just some overrated warlock. I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn and
that title is well deserved, if I may say so. And I’m appalled that you refer
to my magic as petty tricks. You Nephilim always act to high and
mighty, yet you’re constantly in need of some tricks from overrated warlocks to help you out of some unnecessary
dilemma,” a foreign voice interjected and Alec whirled around, fingers
instinctively curling around his bow to be ready to attack if need be. The
owner of the voice was not what Alexander had expected, to be honest.
With the war finally
over, Magnus had time to be alone and his mind decided to bring up all the
things and people he had lost in the war at once. At his own loft, with his two
beloved cats sleeping soundly, Magnus broke down……
“Keep your hands to yourself,” Alec
tells Magnus apropos of nothing.
Magnus frowns. “I’m on the other side of
the table!” he protests… not that he wasn’t thinking about some light groping
per say, but they’re in public, Alec might not be into it and, while he’s good
at concealing it, Magnus does have manners. Sometimes.
“So here we are.” Magnus said,
taking a step closer to Alec.
Alec gulped and took a deep breath in
through his nose. “Yeah, here we are.” He squeezed his fingers
nervously in his fists as he caught Magnus glancing towards his lips. “I-I
suppose you want me to kiss you?” He stuttered, voice faltering.
And he didn’t think it would be mended
anytime soon. He certainly didn’t think he’d be ready to let anybody in. Until
a beautiful boy walks into his shop, and steals his breath with shy glances,
kind words, and a fantastic coffee machine.
Maybe this Christmas will be better.
Or: In which Camille is awful, Ragnor
and Raphael are an old married couple, and Magnus can’t help but be enamoured
by Alec Lightwood.
Alec Lightwood is a happily settled down
man in a loving, caring relationship. But things weren’t always that way… and
once upon a time, Alec used his Valentine’s Day to celebrate the spirit of the
night as much as possible.
aka. world inverted legendary lothario
They are on opposite
edges of the same ideal. Alec so young, and Magnus so much older. Alec a
blessed acolyte of the Angel, Raziel. Magnus the abandoned son of the Greater
Demon, Asmodeus. Magnus with so much more unimportant and irrelevant
experience, and Alec with none. They could not be more different if they tried,
and yet, they are also the same. A matched set of uncertainty and inability to
accept that someone might want them for exactly who they are.
So.” Alec flops back onto the bed,
sprawled in a lazy heap on his back, sated and boneless. Magnus is already
lying on his belly, basking in the afterglow, and he surreptitiously steals
closer, burrowing against Alec’s side. “Best sex of my life.”
Magnus hums, resting his head on his
arms, revelling in the thrill those words send through him.
“Or, well,” Alec hazardously waves an
arm around, “easily in the top three.”
Magnus giggles. He has no idea where
that came from. It’s uncharacteristic for him. Magnus Bane, High Warlock of
Brooklyn is usually much too dignified to giggle. But then Alec turns his head
and grins at Magnus, lopsided and loopy but brilliant, oh so brilliant, warming
Magnus from the inside out and maybe this is exactly the kind of situation which
calls for a giggle, so Magnus will allow it. Just this once.
Magnus holds out his
hand, a silver chain running around his middle finger and wrist, and Alec
doesn’t have the time to process it – to think, doesn’t have the time to
realise what’s going to happen because he has to take it and he does,
electricity dancing through their fingers and down his back and he tries not to
think about it, holds out his own hand for Jace and feels unbalanced; he knows
Jace’s touch, remembers it from roughing each other up when they were kids even
though he tried to forget it, to turn it into a ghost when he understood, but
Magnus’ is new and smooth and unassuming and he feels uncomfortable, doesn’t
know what to do with it.
there he was. Midnight, at a party. Preparing himself to do something with a
guy. To spend one night getting all of this- this unspeakable desire out of his
system. He needed to forget it before he made a mistake and ruined his career,
his chances of becoming Head of the New York Institute.
(Alec’s panic attacks were getting worse
and worse and maybe if he spent one night with a guy he could get it out of his
system, and he could forget being gay and loving Jace. But nothing went that
smoothly, so of course Alec’s one night stand had to be Magnus Bane, and they
had to keep bumping into each other. It wasn’t like Alec wanted to understand
his emotions, anyway.)
It’s a late Friday afternoon at the Institute when Alec brings it up for the first time.
The two of them are sitting in the ops center. It’s been a relatively quiet day, by New York standards. So much so that Alec has the time to sit next to Izzy while she works her way through organising the Institute’s archives on one of the computers. It’s a simple moment, but Izzy cherishes the time she gets with her big brother by her side.
Even if Alec is on his phone the whole time, a ridiculously lovesick smile on his face as his thumbs move in a blur, typing out messages faster than lightning.
When he laughs out loud for the fifth time, Izzy finds it hard to wipe her own smile off her face. It’s an unabashed laugh, unstoppable in the way it seems to light up the room with its guileless emergence. A laugh that was pretty rare before Magnus Bane had entered Alec’s life.
Alec looks up to see Izzy grinning at him.
“What?” He asks, raising a quizzical brow.
“Nothing.” Izzy shakes her head, turning her attention briefly back to the computer, “It’s just - you’re turning into one of those couples that everyone hates because of how sickeningly perfect you are for each other.”
Alec makes a small, offended noise, but he’s smiling nonetheless, “I waited my whole life to be that couple.” He quips playfully, “I think I deserve it.”
The words hold more weight than they let on. Izzy senses it in the distant look, ever so slight, that forms in her brother’s eyes. She takes his hand in hers, squeezing it slightly, trying to put every ounce of love that she feels for him into it, for all his happiness.
“I’m going to marry him, Iz.” Alec says then, after a beat of silence, the steadfast conviction Izzy loves about him lacing every syllable. Like Magnus is a given, tied inexorably to Alec’s being. Like their love is infinite, the kind of love that could write itself into permanence among the stars.
Izzy squeezes his hand. His smile widens, and he glances down at his phone again. Alec, the man who would give up his own happiness in a heartbeat for those he loves, for his responsibilities. And it means the world to Izzy to see him like this, doing something for himself. To love a man, freely and unconditionally, with every part of his being for all to see.
She smiles at him, with all the fluttering warmth in her stomach, and says, “I can’t wait to welcome him into the family.”
People seem to think that the whole “I would’ve done the same thing” thing was about if Alec saw Jace die that he would’ve made the wish to bring him back but honestly…. I think he meant that if he saw Magnus die. And he found some way to bring him back, he would. I really think that he meant if he was able to bring the love of his life back from the dead, he would do it in a heartbeat.
They had held each other the entire night. Neither of them had let the other out of their sight… or arms. The warmth and safety that Alec and Magnus had most definitely missed after their most recent dispute, after the attack on the Institute, was now more intense than ever.
Neither had slept a tonne that night. They couldn’t bare the thought of losing each other again. Instead, the night was spent squeezing each other tight, an abundance of kisses, and whisperings of ‘I love you’.
Alec had thrown all caution to the wind when he had confessed his feelings to Magnus, completely unaware whether Magnus felt the same but he couldn’t keep it bottled up. Alec had never known love that intensely before, not even when he believed he was in love with Jace. And Magnus, he couldn’t risk losing such a connection that he had spent over a century avoiding.
Alec stroked Magnus’ face, his thumb grazing over every feature as softly as possible. Magnus traced every rune on Alec’s body, reminding himself that the boy laying just inches from him was here to stay. Alec was about to say something when his phone began to ring. He reached for it past Magnus but stopped when it stopped ringing. Magnus rolled over to look at the screen. “It’s Izzy,” he whispered, reading the message. “She says they need you at the Institute.”
Alec groaned in protest but began to get up. He really should’ve made sure to get some rest. Alec propped himself onto his elbows so he could look at Magnus. They both just smiled at each other, content with where they were. Magnus reached a hand over and curled his fingers around Alec’s naked bicep. “Don’t go…” Magnus whispered against Alec’s arm, leaving a trail of kisses that made Alec weak. Magnus looked up at him and pouted.
Alec brought his hand over to Magnus’ cheek, stroking him and bringing him up to kiss him softly. “I don’t want to either,” he murmured, their lips still brushing against each other. Magnus smiled into the kiss and pulled on Alec’s arm, bringing him closer and onto him. They pulled apart but Alec remained hovering over Magnus. “Can I see them again?” he asked staring straight into Magnus’ eyes.
Magnus felt his stomach churn. Never had someone asked to see his cat eyes willingly before. He blinked once in order to reveal them and stared at Alec’s face with them. He searched the boy’s face for a reaction, any reaction. But all he received was a slight parting of Alec’s lips. Magnus always felt uncomfortable when someone looked straight at them. But Alec made him feel safe, like there was nothing to hide. Still, Magnus hastily blinked away and brought up his glamour once again. “I really wish I could see them more,” Alec said with a small smile. Magnus’ heart ached for him. Alec curled an arm under Magnus’ back and lay back down to rest his head on Magnus’ chest. Their toes played together under the covers. “I love you so much.”
Magnus’ heart, the same that had not felt anything for God knows how long, stammered loudly. Magnus could feel Alec smile against him. “I love you with every fibre of my being, Alexander.”
Alec sighed and pressed his face against Magnus’ back, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. The warlock didn’t respond. Alec wasn’t surprised. Magnus was practically drained after the last twenty four hours, and Alec wasn’t much better off himself.
Even after the fight against Valentine and finding each other after hours of not knowing if the other was alright, Magnus and Alec still had work to do. As a downworld leader, Magnus had to help with the identification of the dead, then he opened a portal so that the bodies could be delivered to their packs and clans, rather than leave them for the shadowhunters to dispose of. Then he had met with Luke and Raphiel, about what Alec still hadn’t asked. Magnus would tell him if he wanted to.
Alec had been busy himself. As the head of the institute he’d had to inform the families of the lost shadowhunters and help transport them to the large open space where their funerals would be held. Reports had to be written, damage control completed. Izzy was the infirmary, Jace was brooding, and the Soul Sword was missing. He didn’t know what he needed to deal with first.
Finally, when all that they could do was done, Magnus and Alec had walked to the warlock’s loft, hand in hand, not speaking. Once there, they had removed their shoes at the door and found themselves in Magnus’s huge bathroom.
Alec had undressed his boyfriend with shaking hands. He checked every inch of uncovered skin for injuries, his fists clenching in anger when he found light bruises where the vampires had gripped Magnus outside the institute. Magnus only murmured soothingly to him that he was fine, his nimble fingers going about removing Alec’s gear. If he found a cut or scrape anywhere, he made it disappear with a warm flash of blue from his fingertips before they stepped into the shower together.
Their touches under the hot water hadn’t been sexual, though. They had simply stood together, watching blood and dirt and sweat wash away. Alec had grabbed the shampoo and went for Magnus’ hair, washing out gel and spray until it was left limp and soft between fingers. Magnus had followed his lead, though his menstruations were to sooth Alec.
Alec had looked up into Magnus’s eyes, still ringed in thick black makeup. Makeup that wouldn’t wash away until Magnus wanted it gone. Alec had asked him, in way that he hoped made it clear it was up to Magnus, to take it off. And he had.
Because tonight they didn’t need to be the head of the New York institute or the High Warlock of Brooklyn. They just needed to be Magnus and Alec.
They had gotten out of the shower and dried themselves off before crawling into bed, Alec in shorts and a T-shirt and Magnus in a pair of Alec’s sweatpants. They laid facing each other on Magnus’s bed, their legs tangled and foreheads touching. They spent the short time before they fell asleep whispering ‘I love you’s and kissing.
Alec didn’t remember falling asleep, but now it was well after one in the morning. He wasn’t really concerned, he had made a habit of waking up in the middle of the night around the same time Jace and Izzy had started sneaking out of the institute years ago. He kissed the back of Magnus’s neck and rolled away from him, wanting a little space under the warm sheets.
Alec nuzzled his face into the cool pillow, then slowly opened his eyes to look at the clock. Instead his hazel eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones. Alec immediately jolted awake, hands searching for a weapon out of reflex before his brain kicked in. He recognized who those eyes belonged to.
“Madzie?” He asked in a hushed voice as a million questions ran through his mind.
What was she doing here? How did she get here? Did Caterina even know she was gone? Why hadn’t she set off Magnus’s wards? Why was she staring at Alec like that?
“I had a bad dream,” The little girl said, as is Alec should have known. As if she had always came to his bedside when she had nightmares.
“Uh…” Madzie looked at the floor.
“Nana let’s me sleep with her when I have bad dreams.”
Finally, Alec’s sleep addled brain kicked in. Madzie had had a nightmare. She was scared. She was scared and her nana was gone. So she found the next person who she trusted. She found Alec.
Suddenly it didn’t matter that there was no way Madzie should have been able to portal herself here when she had never been to Magnus’s apartment. It didn’t matter that she had made it through powerful wards without disturbing Magnus at all. It didn’t matter that this was completely crazy. All that mattered was that Madzie was scared and she had came to Alec for comfort.
“Do you want to sleep with us?” Alec asked her. Madzie nodded, gnawing on her thumb nervously. Alec easily scooped her up and put her on the bed, between himself and Magnus.
Madzie curled into the pillows and pressed herself against Alec’s side, knotting her fingers in his shirt. Alec wrapped his arms around her and hummed softly in her ear.
He knew that Caterina was going to call in a panic in the morning. He knew Magnus was probably going get overexcited in one way or another. He knew the Clave was going to be furious. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Right now, all that mattered was the girl drifting to sleep in his arms.
just imagine that maybe one night, after they’d drawn out every last ounce of pleasure from each other, alec takes magnus’ left hand in his. magnus had fallen asleep not too long ago, cheek pressed against alec’s collarbone. alec runs his thumb over every finger. he had taken off every single ring before, slowly, and magnus’ eyes had burned into his, soft, yet fiery, passionate in a way he didn’t know was possible. adoration rolling in waves from golden irises.
alec stops at the ring finger, running his thumb over the smooth skin. sometimes it’s the only finger on magnus’ hand devoid of a ring. alec wonders if he needs to fix that.
he’s thought about this before. god, he has. lately it’s become something incessant, something he can’t ignore. a want that simmers just below the surface of his skin. he’s thought of it every time magnus looks at him, every time magnus laughs with him, every time magnus whispers the words “i love you.”
alec brings his hand up to his lips, and presses a kiss to that finger, and it’s a promise for what is to come, for their future. it’s a promise that one day, they will be each other’s in every way possible, that they will hold each other’s tomorrow. it’s a promise that one day, alec will marry magnus bane, and that he will hand over his heart to him for eternity.
he looks at magnus, taking in the soft rise and fall of his chest, the lock of dark hair falling over his eyebrows, his face free of makeup. just him at his most timeless, the him only alec gets the privilege to see. he feels his heart thud against the confines of his ribs, wondering if magnus knows that every beat belongs to him.
what alec doesn’t know is that magnus is wide awake. what he doesn’t know is that the moment alec’s lips touched his ring finger, magnus’ world had turned on its axis. it had taken everything in him to stay still, to not sing his love from the rooftops, to not surge up and look at alec as though he was the reason stars twinkled in the sky. he had felt the dream he’d pushed down in all his long years resurface, like a shaft of morning light from the depths of his heart. he had dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, all the pieces might fall into place.
magnus feels alec’s fingers curl themselves around his, feels him curve his other arm around his body, pulling him closer, and it’s the safest he’s ever felt. in the arms of the man who is everything he could have hoped for, and more, the man who is the reason magnus has a face to put to his dream.
alec presses his face into magnus’ hair, breathing in the familiar scent of sandalwood, and lingering notes of magic, and something else that is simply him. he doesn’t think he’d known what peace was before this, and he wants to drown in this feeling, to never get up, to tell magnus that you are the reason i know what it feels like to be happy, and i want this for the rest of my life.
they lie there, wrapped up in the silken sheets of their bed, the question lingering on both their tongues, ready to be whispered into the other’s ear. loving each other against everything, against all the forces of the world, for now, for tomorrow and for forever after that. loving each other with the fervent, incessant strength of a wave caressing the shore. and their hearts beat alongside each other, each beat echoing the same thoughts.
The pain in Magnus’ neck lessens ever so slightly as he leans back against the sofa. His muscles ache unimaginably. Magic depletion is never fun. It feels like he’s left half of himself out in the world. He groans as he stretches his limbs, letting his eyes close.
It’s how Alec finds him when he comes out of the bedroom. He walks over to Magnus and sits down next to him.
“Hey.” He says softly, brushing his fingers gently against Magnus’ cheek, “Rough day?”
Alec hums softly as he leans forward and brushes his lips against Magnus’ cheek. His fingers run gently through Magnus’ hair, and it’s all Magnus can do to keep a satisfied noise of pleasure from slipping past his lips.
He raises his own fingers to peer at them. The nail polish is chipping at the corners. Magnus makes a face. He would remedy the situation by waving a hand, but the exhaustion that runs through him is so bone-deep that he can’t even bring himself to do it.
Alec notices. “You want me to do it?” he asks. Magnus turns to look at him. He has a soft smile on his face.
It’s the first time he’s offered to do anything like this. Magnus feels a smile of his own begin to tug at the corners of his lips.
Alec stands up then, and walks into the bedroom. He comes back a few moments later, holding onto the wicker basket that holds all of the nail polish Magnus owns. He sits back down next to him. Magnus pushes himself up until he’s sitting properly.
“Alexander, you don’t have to –”
“Magnus, shut up.” Alec chides with a smile. He picks up the basket and begins to pick through the nail polish.
Alexander’s hair is a rumpled mess, and he’s dressed in one of his older sweatshirts, one that’s a dark grey, and that has a small stripe of bright blue paint along the side from a painting adventure with the youngest Lightwood sibling. Magnus loves him like this. When he seems to blend into his life, like he was the final piece to fall into place for everything to feel complete.
“What you said about Jace earlier… how you reacted to Clary. Well, I just wanted to tell you how much I respected your decision to protect her.”
Alec stopped pouring the drinks behind Magnus who was sitting on the couch.
“What did I say about Jace?” Alec asked. Today had been a long day, he couldn’t remember much of what he said if he was honest, too many revaluations had happened today. He screwed the lid back onto the the gin.
“You said to Clary that you’d have done the same. That you’d have saved him. I know she didn’t say it but I think she really needed that reaction from you. I think it took a weight off her chest. You’re a good man, Alexander.”
“I appreciate that.” Alec said quietly and he lifted their glasses and passed one over Magnus’ shoulder, he took it with thanks.
“But I wasn’t talking about Jace.”
He leaned over the back of the couch and kissed Magnus on the temple.
“Oh.” Magnus said after a beat when those words sank in. He remembered how quickly Alec had rounded the table to hold Clary and admit those words without any hesitation.
“Do you want to order Chinese or something. You pick.” Alec asked casually as he sat back down.
Magnus had to remind himself to breath. Alexander Lightwood always took his breath away in the best kind of ways.
Pure unadulterated terror courses through Alec’s veins the moment the institute lights up with heavenly light.
He books it towards the op centre, running faster than he ever has in his entire life (without the help of a speed rune, anyway) and skitters to a halt at the sight of the dead downworlders that cover the floor.
He steps through them gingerly, glancing around as he recognises seelies and werewolves, before looking up at his parabatai; Clary and Simon right behind him.
He barely hears what any of them are saying, too distracted by Jace’s distraught expression, the sudden fear and oh god, where’s Magnus?
Malec: The Tale of the Forgotten Dagger. WARNING: SMUTTY
When Magnus returns a dagger to Alec at the Institute he ends up doing one of his favourite things: throwing Alec onto a bed.
So I have been off this for a while due to college work and I have returned to an inbox dotted with some lovely kind words- (THANK YOU!)- and absolutely flooded with requests for Malec smut. I don’t usually do this kind of thing but since there were just so many requests I figured why not give it a go. And hey: the world is always a better place with more malec smut, eh?