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Holding Hands with Magnus Bane
Alec swallows a sigh as Magnus intertwines their fingers. They're sitting on a park bench, sweaty hands clasped firmly together, Alec's head resting lightly on Magnus' shoulder. This is always Alec's favorite part of the day and he doesn't exactly know why. It just is. It's something about having Magnus close to him, so close that their thighs are touching and Magnus' glitter is being transferred to Alec (and Alec surprisingly doesn't mind this part so much). It's something about being able to feel the thud of Magnus' pulse and know that he's all his no one else's. Holding hands with Magnus is something he'll never grow tired of. In fact, in this moment, Alec decides that if he had to spend the rest of his life holding hands with Magnus Bane he would be content.