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Baby Warlock
After many weeks of intense investigation of Child Trafficking within the Downworld the Downworld Council set up a sting.
Maia and Alec go undercover as loving Werewolf-Shadow Hunter married couple seeking a Downworld child.
Magnus was forced to stay behind the scenes because he may be recognized as the popular High Warlock of Brooklyn.
* * * * *
Nervously pacing the floor of their loft Magnus suddenly feels his wrist his Shadowhunter marriage rune begin to burn. Instantly opens a portal to his husband’s location; to find Maia, Izzy, Jace, warlocks, werewolf’s and shadow hunters desperately trying to recover from what seems to be some sort of magical blast.
“Maia . . . where’s Alexander.” Magnus tries to ask without panic, gently helping her from the warehouse concrete floor, his blue magic scanning over her body for injuries.
“He has the baby.” Maia breathlessly mumbles collapsing into his strong muscular arms.
“Alec . . . Alexander.” Izzy frantically calls out several times after she can fully stand without everything around her spinning.
“Went through a portal?” Carly questioning what she saw wondering if she imagined the bright red portal opening around Alec.
Luke and Jace in full warrior mode instruct the team to search the perimeter.
“Do As They Say! Find My Fuckin’ Husband!” Magnus emotionally shouts to the warlocks that seem to be just standing around, staring at him.
Maia emotionally tries to explain the red lights that surrounded Alec as he took the child into his arms.
“Alexander . . . Is Safe . . .” Magnus radically interrupts the chaos, feeling through his marriage rune that His World is at Home, behind protective walls but is more anxious on edge than his everyday norm, instantly opening a portal.
* * * * *
“Magnus!” Alec urgently yells out stepping out of the portal realizing he’s in their lofts main living space.
“The High Warlock of Brooklyn lives Here.” Alec nervously tries to assure the blue squirming crying bundle under his jacket; as he frantically searches each room for his husband, that was to Wait at Home.
“I’m really not good at baby stuff so we’re just going sit here till The High Warlock of Brooklyn gets home.” Alec softly nervously rambles carefully sitting on the sofa and gently unzipping his jacket.
Grabbing the soft lap blanket that’s always lies on the back of the sofa and wraps it around the blue baby that is dressed in a white cotton onesie, decorated in colorful shapes.
“I’m Alec . . . my husband Magnus is a warlock just like you.” Alec softly nervously rattles to the blue buddle in his arms; that seems to be calming down.
“Maybe we should call Catarina . . . she’s a doctor . . . warlock healer.” Alec softly explains slowly reaching into his pocket for his cell, pulling the blue buddle against his chest and texts “HELP” to Catarina, then letting the phone drop to his side.
“Are you hungry?” Alec softly questions, placing a kiss on the child’s short choppy white locks of hair; nervous that Magnus hasn’t appeared yet, carefully gets up and slowly heads to the kitchen.
“We have milk.” Alec relieved after opening the fridge and seeing a quart of two percent milk.
“Bottle . . . we need a bottle.” Alec nervously mumbles concentrating on how he’s going to make a bottle as he looks around the kitchen for options, when suddenly a full bottle of warm milk appears in his hand, and he gently places it up to tiny blue lips.
“Woah . . . slow down.” Alec nervously taking a step back to the counter holding the bottle with his chin; opening the tea towel drawer and pulls one out, then gently uses it to softly wipe the overflow of milk from the obvious hungry baby’s chin.
Alec rests against the counter as in his opinion the precious blue baby in his arms enjoys his meal.
“I Promise . . . Blueberry . . . we’ll find your Mommy.” Alec softly pledges to the precious child, placing a gentle loving kiss on the child’s forehead.
* * * * *
“Alexander!” Magnus frantically yells out urgently rushing out of his portal into their main living space, only to be meet by Catarina rushing out of her own portal.
“Alexander.” Magnus frantically calls out again as Catarina with caution slowly begins to roam protective magic over the loft.
“Here.” Alec softly calls out smiling down at the blue baby in his arms.
Magnus, with Catarina tight on his heel’s rushes in the direction of his husband’s voice to find him leaning against the kitchen’s granite counter cuddling the sofa throw blanket in his arms.
“Alexander.” Magnus emotionally rushes to him but stops in his tracks, taking a step back to see he’s holding a warlock baby.
“Catarina.” Magnus urgently calls out as if she’s was a million miles away.
“Sssshhhh.” Alec agitatedly warns looking directly into his husband’s cat eyes, as the baby stops sucking the bottle.
“It’s okay Blueberry everything is going to be okay now that the High Warlock of Brooklyn is here, he’s just a little loud.” Alec softly cooos.
Magnus in their years together never hearing Alec’s voice so gently tender reassuring.
“Blueberry this is my friend Dr. Loss.” Alec softly lovingly assures, as he nervously begins to hand the baby over to her.
“Drop your glamour.” Magnus frantically suggests as the child begins to scream, and she instantly does but it not comforting.
“Ssshh ssssshhhh it’s okay Blueberry.” Alec protectively takes the baby back into his arms, lovingly pulling against his chest and the crying instantly stops.
“Do it.” Magnus nervously instructs looking directly into Catarina’s eyes, moving to his husband’s side placing one firm hand on his back and the other on his arm that holds the warlock baby.
Trusting his husband Alec calms his breathing, relaxes against the counter as Catarina’s blue magic begins to roam through his and the baby’s bodies.
After several intense moments Catarina professionally medically explains normal vital signs, six-month-old male warlock child and that Alec needs to have his blood pressure checked.
“It’s most likely just the stress of the situation.” Catarina quickly tries to assure Magnus’ instant frantic expression.
“Hello . . . Beautiful Boy . . . I’m Magnus.” Magnus softly cooos one hand still firmly resting against his husband’s lower back, as the other slowly peals back the blanket to get a better look at the child.
“Your friend needs to sit down . . . sooooo may I hold you for a moment?” Magnus softly coos, warmly smiling at the baby.
“I love when he holds me.” Alec softly cooos; Cat quickly finding the Maytag name tag on their stainless-steel fridge remarkably interesting, as her dearest friends heart eyes each other.
Magnus gently leans against his husband’s body and places a soft kiss on his cheek.
“Hello, pretty boy.” Magnus softly loving goooos as he slowly takes the baby fully into his arms.
“You’re okay.” Alec softly assures, emotionally wondering which of the warlock’s he’s comforting; softly stroking white hair.
“He drools.” Alec warns with a large lovingly smile, placing the tea towel on Magnus’ shoulder.
“Blueberry wouldn’t dare drool on vintage Armani.” Magnus light heartedly informs slowly walking into the main living space and sitting down on the sofa.
“You changed his clothes.” Alec softly laughs sitting down beside them, noticing His Blueberry is now wearing a white onesie that reads “Magical” with matching blanket, beanie and booties.
“He was wet.” Magnus lovingly defensively whispers leaning against his husband’s chest.
Magnus and Alec cooing over the baby are interrupted by Catarina clearing her throat and explaining she has contacted everyone and they’re on their way; and has also contacted her friend Mrs. Jenkins a Downworld Social Worker that will give the baby a safe environment till a family is found.
They both node in agreement but their true attention never leaves the blue warlock baby, Magnus magically presenting several toys.
Their Blueberry slowly drifts off to sleep against Alec’s chest, tiny fingers wrapped around Magnus’ little finger.
Magnus gently rests into the corner of the sofa, gently pulling Alec with their precious blue bundle securely against his chest, his lovingly arms securely around them.
Time passes without words Cat making herself comfortable in the chair across from them laughing to herself; thinking she’ll have to go on a diet after watching so much sweetness from the Power Couple.
* * * * *
Izzy, Simon, Jace and Clary bust through the door as normal, waking the baby.
“You’re the one that said we didn’t need a lock.” Alec sarcastically mumbles gently rocking their screaming blue bundle in his arms.
“Isabelle . . . Alexander is safe.” Magnus softly assures motioning his hands for her to calm down.
Jace seeing with his own two eyes; what he was feeling through their parabatai rune is true, Alec truly is content relaxed after a mission that went wrong.
Luke, Ragnor and Merlion arrive, and Magnus directs everyone around the dining table, firmly stating in a hush whisper to keep their voices down.
The Downworld Council calmly discuss what they have learned after events of the night on the illegal child trade mission.
Ragnor having to pull his dear friend into important parts of the conversation to stay focused that the tiny rug rat has no intensions on harming his precious almighty Alexander. Keeping to himself for the moment that there is a strong bond forming between the two.
A knock at the door Magnus instantly throws up a strong protective wave of magic over Alec and Blueberry as the others jump to their feet in battle mode.
“Criminals don’t usually knock.” Ragnor sarcastically comments magically refreshing his scotch as his exceptional beautiful wife handles the chaos.
“It’s Mrs. Jenkins.” Catarina informs the group heading to the door, absorbing Magnus’ anger towards the person that has waken Blueberry.
Cat introduces everyone and then Mrs. Jenkins walks towards Alec and the baby.
“I’m not handing over a defenseless baby to a stranger.” Alec protectively growls.
“Alec . . . I personally know Mrs. Jenkins.” Cat enforms.
“Mr. Lightwood-Bane.” Jenkins respectfully says taking a step back.
Mrs. Jenkins explains to the group her many dedicated years of working with homeless downworld children, that a loving warlock family has been contacted and ready to care for the baby, till family is found or adoption.
Alec nonchalantly gets up in the middle of the conversation and leaves, with His Sleeping Blueberry securely in his arms, Magnus’ cat eyes brightly showing, for no one to say a word or follow.
“It’s late . . . early . . .” Izzy
“Let’s convene for the night . . .” Luke
“We can meet tomorrow at Alec’s office . . . ten?” Jace questions.
* * * * *
Magnus finds his husband laying in their bed making cute little noises while playfully gently shaking a rattle in front of Blueberry that seems completely content laughing reaching out for it.
“Blueberry is staying Here.” Alec emotionally states, letting tiny blue hands have the rattle and it instantly going into his little mouth.
“Darlin’ . . . we know nothing about taking care of a baby.” Magnus softly explains.
“I babysat Izzy.” Alec softly defensively.
“Tomorrow we’ll find his mother.” Alec softly says as Magnus lays down on his side of the bed.
“You never cease to amaze me Alexander.” Magnus
“I’ve always expected one day . . . to come home to a house full of hell hounds . . .” Magnus explains with a soft laugh.
“We need a diaper change.” Alec whispers, softly mimicking his husband’s magic wave.
Magnus magically changes the smelly diaper, “Thanks.” Alec softly says watching his husband’s beautiful blue magic roam.
“Pajamas.” Magnus suggests soft snuggly night clothes appear, and Alec gently changes Blueberry’s clothes.
“I’ll check the wards.” Magnus softly says, heading out of the room to do his normal nightly routine.
* * * * *
Blueberry wakes several times within the night to voice his Loud Opinion that he’s hungry and or wet and doesn’t like sleeping in new cradle that is NOT Warm Secure Arms.
The Lightwood-Bane California king bed not seeming so large as Alec wakes with Blueberry’s small limbs stretched out finally sleeping for more than an hour between him and his husband that is also in his normal stretched out position leaving him only a small edge of a once large bed.
Alec gently slinks out, placing pillows where he once laid.
“Alexander?” Magnus sleepily moans.
“Sssshhhh sleep.” Alec softly lovingly whispers moving around to the other side of the bed and placing a soft kiss on his sleepy forehead, before heading out of the room.
Sleepily Alec heads to the kitchen to make much needed coffee but instantly awake rushes back to the bedroom hearing Blueberry cry.
“Good Moring My Little Blueberry.” Alec happily instantly awake, Magnus sleepily groaning his normal displeasure of way to early morning noise.
Walking around the bed nudges his trying to sleep husband
“We need a clean diaper.” Alec says, with Magnus sleepy drowsy clicking his fingers and a warm bottle of milk appears in Alec’s hand.
“Diaper.” Alec softly whispers and he drowsily clicks his fingers again.
Magnus growls clicking his fingers a third time, after finding their soft cozy bed has a wet spot.
“My husband can be sometime grumpy.” Alec playfully lovingly explains once they’re out on the sofa as he changes his clothes and then feeds the bottle.
Once in the kitchen Alec struggles to make coffee with Blueberry in his arms.
Searching around the room for a solution, knowing he can’t just lay a baby on cold tile floor, but he needs coffee, lots of it.
Pulls out a bottom drawer that holds extra t-towels and arranges them in a nice comfy spot for just a second then rushes to start the coffee maker.
“Sorry . . . I really need coffee . . .” Alec softly explains after picking Blueberry back up, as he giggles.
“We’re gonna find your Mommy.” Alec softly explains as they lean against the counter waiting for coffee.
Blueberry begins to scream, and Alec frantically checks his diaper, gentle rocking back and forth as he loudly agitatedly voices his opinion on today’s plan.
“What did you do?” Magnus half asleep questions; sleepy cat eyes looking directly into his husband’s eyes.
“I don’t know.” Alec
“Blueberry.” Magnus sleepy question sending the infant magical comfort.
* * * * *
Alec not all comfortable with carrying Blueberry through a portal, but arrives in his office, with Magnus’ hand on him.
Instantly met by Izzy and Carly eagerly agreeing to watch Blueberry during the council meeting.
“You know nothing about babies.” Alec protectively states.
“I used to babysit. I can do diaper changing” Carly quickly explains.
“Alexander . . . he’ll be fine. I had lot of experience changing your diaper’s.” Maryse loving says, trying to sooth her son’s stressed filled eyes, while trying to nonchalantly snatch the baby from his arms.
* * * * *
Luke reports that several arrests were made by the Downworld Council, and they’re being held in institute’s cells.
With worldly connections Ragnor reports there isn’t any missing warlock baby fitting Blueberry’s description. Catarina added that Blueberry’s DNA is being sent though every data base around the world, but nothing has been found at the moment.
Mrs. Jenkins reports that the other two children around the age of one found in a car at the warehouse are doing well, being taking care of.
Mia reports that the clothes Blueberry was wearing have no scent; Magnus also reports that his warlock tracking has found nothing.
Ollie explains the New York police department worldwide database has no reports of any mundane missing baby boys fitting the blue child’s glamoured description.
After several intense hours everyone agrees there is no real answer at the moment and agrees to meet again tomorrow.
Alec is up and out of the meeting, down the hall to his office before anyone has a chance to ask where he’s going.
* * * * *
“Mr. Bane.” Mrs. Jenkins stepping forward to take the baby.
“Blueberry is under the protection of the New York Institute.” Alec firmly states, backing away.
“Alexander . . . Blueberry needs proper care.” Magnus nervously suggests stepping towards them.
“We’re going home.” Alec emotionally states as a portal opens and he steps through.
“Why aren’t we following?” Izzy, the only brave enough to question.
“Alexander is in protective mode.” Magnus informs nervously tugging on his ear cuff.
“Magnus . . . Alec isn’t a warlock.” Jace informs looking directly at him, as Clary just as the other night with the portal it must be the baby.
“Drop whatever magical protective shield you have over him and bring him back.” Jace suggests
“Well . . .” Magnus begins to explain, but truly doesn’t know how, that they would have to go through his father for that request.
“You haven’t told them.” Cat
“Everyone just back off . . .” Magnus informs opening a portal and stepping through.
Catarina intensely bombarded with a million questions; assures everyone that Alec and Magnus are healthy and safe, but it’s not her story to tell.
Opening her own portal, but before stepping through reminds everyone that they witnessed a very powerful warlock and a shadow hunter wedding.
* * * * *
Weeks pass with no luck in finding Blueberry’s parents, Alec in less search mode than others, as the last of the guilty involved in the baby trafficking are sentenced to life in the Guard.
Malec a little rough around the edges due to no sleep but having the time of their lives providing for Their Blueberry, the little one seeming to make their lives complete.
~*~* Three Months Later *~*~
Alec emotionally barges into the loft, startling Magnus and soft twinkling lights hovering over Blueberry’s playpen halt.
“That’s cheating.” Alec pitifully whines rushing over and reaching in and lovingly picking up His Blueberry, that is now a little on the chubby side.
“Does Papa often cheat?” Alec lovingly questions: Blueberry responds to his voice and loving arms with lots of baby cheberish that seems to tell him yes in Alec’s opinion.
“We need to talk.” Alec nervously.
“He was Fussy . . . refusing his afternoon nap.” Magnus softly explains noticing Blueberry is falling asleep against Alec’s chest.
Magnus wondering if somehow, he knew Alexander was unexpectedly coming home in the middle of the day, because he’s normally a routine happy baby; you can set time by his sleep, eat and play.
Together they lovingly put him down in his nursery for his afternoon nap.
Defensively with all his baby book knowledge of late Magnus logical explanation, it must have been gas, upset tummy, that he should really rethink hand making his baby food, leave it to experts that know how to make baby food.
“Sweetheart . . . we really need to seriously talk.” Alec nervously.
“Why didn’t you tell me he hate’s my food.” Magnus emotionally.
“He doesn’t hate your food.” Alec pulling him lovingly into his arms and pulling him to the sofa.
“Mrs. Jenkins called this morning . . .” Alec softly begins, taking Magnus’ hands into his.
“She wants us to meet with the Wilson’s.” Alec explains.
“I Don’t Want To Meet With The Wilson’s.” Alec firmly states looking directly into beautiful gold cat eyes.
“This . . . We are Maximum’s family . . . this is his home.” Alec emotionally spews quickly waving a hand around their living room as the other holds tightly onto Magnus’.
“I Love you both with my heart body and soul . . . when I watch you and Max . . . Maximum . . .” Magnus emotionally struggles to explain how his heart busts with Joy and Love whenever he watches them together.
“Maximum Gideon Lightwood-Bane.” Magnus through tears collapsing against his husband.
“Noooo.” Alec softly whines as his hands softly caress over his husband’s muscular back.
“You got to pick Our Son’s first name.” Magnus softly lifting away and looking into gorgeous eyes.
“I Love You.” Alec emotionally.
“I Love You . . . Daddy.” Magnus emotionally.
“I Love You . . . Papa.” Alec emotionally.
Both men knowing their heart body and soul are making the right decision.
* * * * *
After Papa and Daddy take a “Quick Hot Nap and Shower”.
Alec calls Mrs. Jenkins and she arrives about an hour later, with proper paperwork practically already filled out, knowing in her heart that if biological parents were not found she’d need them, and official legal adoption begins.
Malec places Their Blueberry on his favorite activity blanket and fully explains in a mix of adult and baby terms.
~*~* A Months Later *~*~
Family and Friends unexpectedly receive an extravagant blue fire message to Sunday Brunch at the home of Mr. and Mr. Lightwood-Bane.
Izzy tries everything in her power to sweet talk info out of Alec and Magnus as to why the grand invite, and they smugly inform her as they do each question that it’s just brunch.
Luke tries to lovely calm Maryse’s emotional stress . . . that Her Boys are moving to Alicante and will never have time for family . . . or even worse that the Asshole Prince of Hell, King Of Edom has finally talked them into moving to Edom and she’ll truly will never see them again.
* * * * *
Family and friends arrive at the loft that’s transformed into a Spring Garden with round tables covered in white cotton, with blue trimmings. Waiters and waitress dressed in white suits with soft baby blue vests offering many varieties of brunch drinks and appetizers.
Spice, the most sought-after event planner politely informs everyone that Mr. and Mr. Lightwood-Bane will be joining shortly.
Informing Magnus and Alec that all guests are present, they give permission for their life-changing event to begin.
Spice informs to please take a seat. Everyone needing wanting to demand what the hell is going on . . . why . . . but stay silent as obvious emotional Magnus and Alec with Blueberry in his arms enter.
“Alexander and I graciously thank . . . each and every one of you . . . Our Family . . . and friends for being here today . . .” Magnus emotionally . . .
“As Alexander and I . . .” Magnus emotionally . . .
“Proudly Present . . .” Magnus emotionally . . .
“Maximum Gideon Lightwood-Bane to the World.” Magnus emotionally; even though an emotional tear broken speech everyone understanding every word.
“My Grandson.” Maryse emotionally cries out, gently snatching him from Alec’s arms and covering him with loving emotional kisses; Max totally eating it up laughing with a lot of baby talk.
An extravagant brunch is served as everyone rejoices in Magnus and Alec happiness, taking turns lovingly welcoming Blueberry-Max-Maximum into the family.
* * * * *
“One day precious little one the world will kneel at your feet.” Asmodeus emotionally whispers placing a loving kiss on his grandchild’s sleeping forehead and then places a stuffed black dragon with bright yellow eyes beside him.
* * * * *
Warning! My overactive imagination writes/completes The Lightwood-Bane Collection out of order.
Asmodeus loves his son but can be very annoying with thoughts/suggestions that Magnus will one day rule Edom
The High Warlock of Brooklyn title getting on his last damn nerve, but his son is happy with it, so he tries to deal with it.
Edom’s Protective wall around Alec is a wedding gift because he wasn’t invited to the wedding, which he reminds them often . . .