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Magnus was relaxing after a long day of clients when his phone rang. His heart crawled into his throat when he realized it was Alec’s ringtone, and he quickly picked up hoping that Alec was alright.
“Are you alright?” Magnus quickly asked.
“I’m fine Mags, but this isn’t about me,” Alec replied.
Magnus sighed in relief. “Who is this about then?”
“Do you remember Luke, the werewolf? He’s injured, he was saving our lives, he needs a warlock to heal him.”
Magnus would do almost anything for someone who saved Alec’s life. “Okay, are you coming with him.”
“I don’t think so, my mom is back and I have to report to her, to her there will be no reason for me to come over.”
Magnus had never liked Maryse, and he honestly surprised himself when he started dating her son, but he knew that Alec still loved his mom. “Okay,” said Magnus, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Alec stuttered out. Alec hung up and Magnus chuckled softly at how cute his boyfriend was, but then he reminded himself what he had to do. He didn’t know how Luke got the wound but he assumed it was a werewolf, Alec would have told him if there was poison in him.
As Magnus was working he heard a car pull up and frantic footsteps, checking his wards he saw that it was Simon, clary, and Jace holding up Luke. He let them in and led Luke to his couch so he could start working on healing him. Internally, Magnus cursed all the blood that would get on his nice furniture.
Magnus worked on Luke, closing his wounds and restoring blood flow when he realized that Simon and Jace have nothing to do.
“Jace, I need you and Simon to get Alexander for me,” Magnus said, concentrated on Luke.
“Why?” asked Simon.
“Virgin Shadowhunter energy.” Magnus had no idea why he said that but it seemed to amuse Clary and Jace.
“That explains so much,” Simon whispered. Magnus rolled his eyes when he remembered that Simon didn’t know about him and Alec.
He heard the door shut and Clary came up to him and whispered, “Virgin Shadowhunter energy?”
“It was a complete lie don’t worry,” Magnus replied. Magnus instructed Clary on what to do to make the potion that will heal Luke.
As Magnus worked, he could feel his magic stretching thin. He already had clients today, he wasn’t expecting to have to do anymore magic. What felt like hours past when Magnus began to feel like he was going to pass out; healing Luke was taking all of his energy but he didn’t want him to die.
Just when Magnus began to fade, he heard footsteps behind him and felt a strong pair of hands holding him up. Magnus looked up and saw Alec’s concerned face looking down on him.
“Help me, I need your strength,” Magnus whispered.
“Take what you need.” Alec clasped his hand and Magnus worked on gently taking Alec’s energy, not wanting to hurt his boyfriend. Luke’s body was working against his magic though, and he really needed that potion Clary was working on. Clary appeared and poured the potion into Luke’s mouth, Luke stopped convulsing but Magnus didn’t notice what happened next as he promptly passed out.
Magnus woke up, wondering where he was, when he remembered that he had to take care of a dying werewolf. Before he could get his bearings, he tried to get out of bed and promptly fell oo the floor. Magnus heard loud laughter and assumed Alec was behind him, so he mumbled that he had to go check on Luke.
When Magnus walked into the room Luke was staying in Clary was still there, just sitting next to Luke. She looked up and nodded at him, then quickly fled the room to let Magnus do his work.
“Luke,” Magnus whispered, gently shaking Luke awake while trying not to disturb his wounds.
Luke blearily opened his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but he just let out a sharp groan of pain.
Magnus used his powers to dull Luke’s pain enough that he could speak.
“I’d like to thank you for what you did,” Magnus said quietly.
“What do you mean?” asked Luke.
“I haven’t heard much of what you did, but from what I have heard it sounds like you saved Alec’s life, and I’m grateful.”
Luke smiled softly at Magnus and Magnus clasped his hands in thanks.
“It’s no problem,” rasped Luke, voice still thick with sleep. “Alec is a good person, it was just the right thing to do.”
Magnus situated himself on the bed and looked at Luke pointedly. “Luke, you and I both know that not many downworlders would risk their lives to save a Shadowhunter, especially not a Lightwood. I’m afraid that if more people find out what Alec is to me, it will put him in danger, I’m glad that I can count on you to help us.”
Luke nodded. “Not many Shadowhunters would risk their life to save a downworlder either, so Alec truly is a special case. I’ll always have your backs.”
Magnus stood up. “Thank you, now you need rest, I shouldn’t bother you anymore.”
Magnus still felt gross from using so much of his magic, like his entire body was filled with sand, Magnus hated sand. It was course and rough and it got everywhere.
He walked into his living room to see everyone gone and Alec scrubbing the blood out of his couch.
“You know,” said Magnus, “I could just clean that with magic.”
Alec looked up and smiled at him, and Magnus was suddenly self-conscious of his appearance. Magnus didn’t normally care about how people perceived him, but looking at his gorgeous boyfriend he was aware of how rumpled and tired he must look, with messed up hair and smeared make-up.
Magnus was distracted he almost didn’t catch what Alec said. “You could, but if you use magic one more time tonight I won’t kiss you for a week.”
Magnus grimaced at the very thought, which caused Alec to laugh. Magnus just hoped what was left of the make up on his face his how much he was blushing, he hated that Alec could still reduce him to this after 6 months of dating.
Alec leaned in to kiss Magnus, and all thoughts left Magnus’ brain. He reached behind him and snapped some drinks, eager to drink after this long day, but Alec immediately pulled back. Magnus whined and Alec shook his head.
“Well now you have to wait a week,” Alec said simply.
This week was going to suck then, thought Magnus. He was filled with love for his boyfriend, how kind and honest he was, and how good-looking too.
Magnus grabbed one of the drinks and took a sip of it, letting it burn his throat. If he was about to show his true feelings to Alec right now, he needed a bit of alcohol before.
“Alec,” Magnus began very seriously, “for almost a century I closed myself off from feeling anything for anyone, man or women or anything else, but you, you have unlocked something in me; something I thought was long gone. I want you to know that every time I saw I love you I really and truly mean it.”
Magnus braced himself for rejection, although the rational part of his brain knew that it wouldn’t come, that Alec loved him to.
Alec still hadn’t said anything though, and it wasn’t helping Magnus’ nerves.
“It’s a shame you made these drinks cause I really want to kiss you right now,” Alec finally choked out. Alec’s eyes were watery and Magnus knew that his were too.
Magnus laughed gently, and Alec opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly when a sharp ring blared through the apartment.
Magnus watched as Alec took out his phone, cringing when he looked at who it was.
“Mother, hey,” Alec said.
He waited a beat, at which Magnus could faintly hear an insistent voice talking.
“Of course.” Alec hung up, and looked at Magnus apologetically.
“It was my mother,” Alec explained.
Magnus was about to tell Alec that I was alright if he left, but Alec shushed him.
“Don’t talk, I’m not going, just let me text Izzy.”
Alec texted his sister, and the second he put his phone down, Magnus dragged him to the still blood-spattered couch. Magnus waved his hand, and the blood disappeared.
“Hey!” Alec protested.
“You already said you wouldn’t kiss me, might as well use my powers,” Magnus said. Alec just shrugged and collapsed on the couch. He must have had a long day too.
Magnus and Alec settled down and watched a bunch of mundane Disney movies, ones that Maryse would never let Alec watch because she claimed that “fairytales weren’t real.”
Magnus claimed that she was depriving him of a childhood if he’s never seen Mulan.
Mulan was exactly what they were watching, it being one of the best Disney movies of all time.
Alec and Magnus talked about what Disney characters they found cute, Alec saying that he thought Prince Naveen was pretty, and Magnus saying that he’d gladly make out with Li Shang and Mulan.
Magnus fell asleep against Alec’s chest, and although he knew Alec would have to leave in the morning, he might as well appreciate what time he did have with him.
THE NEXT DAY
Magnus was reading a book, as he didn’t have anything to do today and Alec was busy training as not to displease his mother. He was so absorbed in the book that he didn’t notice when his wards detected someone, and that that someone was a certain Alexander Lightwood.
The door opened and Magnus heard heavy feet stumble in.
“Hello, darling,” said Magnus. He glanced up from his book and saw a distressed Alec, his face red and what looked like tear tracks running down his face.
Magnus immediately out his book down and pulled Alec into a hug, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?”
Alec shook his head and sat on the couch, cradling his head in his hands. Magnus rubbed his back, hoping to calm Alec.
Finally, Alec looked up and almost flinched when he was Magnus peering at him, but that must have been Magnus’ imagination, Alec wouldn’t be afraid of him.
Alec studied Magnus for a long time, as if he were trying to memorize what his face looked like.
“My parents want me to marry,” Alec blurted out.
Magnus removed his hand from Alec’s back like it was a fire, his breath caught in his throat. “I’m sorry, what?” he rasped, his throat closing up.
“They want me to marry, they said it’ll help our influence in the Clave and other bullshit excuses.”
Magnus felt as if all of his nerves were being doused in ice water, and he berated himself for getting so close to Alec, he should have just kept him away. But Magnus didn’t want to keep him away, he wanted to laugh with him and wake up with him, everything he couldn’t do if Alec went through with it.
“I need your help, we need to make a plan to stop it, please, for me,” Alec begged, grabbing Magnus’ hands and clutching them like a lifeline.
“Of course, anything,” Magnus said. He gripped Alec’s hands and pulled him in for a hug, burying his face in Alec’s shoulder. He was not going to let Alec’s life be ruined, even if he had to tear down the institute brick-by-brick.