happy birthday to the lovely, beautiful and, above all, thirsty @daddarioswife 💖 i hope you have the most wonderful day, i wish you all the best, you’re so sweet and amazing and deserve all the love in the world. love you lots and i hope you enjoy this 💕
Alec woke up and immediately felt uneasy, like something was wrong. As he blinked his eyes open, he realised where the feeling was coming from. He was alone in bed. Maybe Magnus had an unexpected client or just woke up early; in any case, Alec knew he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep without him there.
He sat up, stretching his arms above his head, and then he heard the faint sound of music coming from outside the bedroom. He got up and walked to the kitchen, the music getting louder, and he was met with a sight that tugged at the corners of his mouth and he didn’t fight the smile that spread across his face.
Magnus was dancing around the kitchen, his hips moving in time with the music, his voice soft as he sang along under his breath. His hair wasn’t styled and from what Alec could tell, his face was free of makeup and he was still only in his pajama pants. He looked so at ease, so domestic that it made something warm settle in Alec’s heart as he watched him.
After a few moments Magnus turned on his heels and jumped as he noticed Alec watching him. The surprise was momentarily replaced by a bright smile, and in the warm light of the morning, with his face relaxed and his hair falling over his forehead, Magnus looked magical. Not High Warlock of Brooklyn magical, not lethally magical, no. A softer kind of magical that had nothing to do with magic, but everything to do with Magnus being freely himself.
“Good morning, love,” Alec said as Magnus walked over to him. Magnus’ hands found their way around Alec’s waist, pulling them close together. Alec wrapped his own arms around Magnus, taking in the shiver and then the warmth that spread through him from where their skin touched.
“Morning, Alexander,” Magnus replied. “And happy birthday.”