I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE

(There’s a bit at the end of this all for @izzymalec who gave me an interesting fic idea that sadly I couldn’t make into a whole fic, but I wanted to give a shout out to it. Without further ado, enjoy Demon Alec and Ghost Warlock Magnus.)

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“You son of a bitch!”

Alexander stands at the edge of the house just inside the door, rage and fire burning through his veins. The warlock who’d summoned him stands outside a smug grin on his face.

“Did you really think I would be stupid enough to not recognize the wording you used in our deal,” Lorenzo says standing there with a pompous attitude he’s nowhere near earned. Alexander is good at what he does, he’d very carefully worded their deal, a series of hard to find ingredients for freedom on earth, no time windows, an open-ended stay. In hindsight now he’s realizing he technically left an opening; an opening that sadly this prick has taken full advantage of. It’s still a broken deal though, free reign this isn’t. “You wanted free and free you are.”

“Maybe you caught on to my slip up, but that doesn’t mean you’re smart. You still broke a deal with a demon, I said free reign, not just free,” Alexander snarls. “This isn’t free, this is a trap, you violated the deal. I’ll come for you.”

“Good luck with that,” Lorenzo says straightening his jacket and slipping away with a smug grin unbothered. The door to the house he’s stuck in slams shut and Alexander seethes. He’s not sure how long he stands there kicking at the door and yelling, but he knows no one is going to hear him. The little bastard isn’t that powerful definitely not powerful enough to kill him, but evidently he’s powerful enough to bind a house and Alexander’s powers and he’s done it well.

It’s going to take some time and some work to get out of here and kill Lorenzo. Luckily Alexander has all the time in the world.

Alexander turns around stalking through the house and into the library. There’s dust everywhere, he doesn’t know who this house belonged to, but they had taste. Clearly it was never actually Lorenzo’s place.

He finds a dusty old drink cart and picks up a well-aged whiskey drinking directly from the bottle. He goes over to the wall of books picking ones off the shelf and tossing the ones that don’t interest him over his shoulder.

For permetstu and izzymalec’s 5 Months of Shadowhunters Challenge

Week 17: Power (AKA Magnus Bane being a BAMF)

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That day starts like any other.

After two years of marriage, Alec and Magnus have established a sort of routine. The mornings of the weekdays run like clockwork. Alec’s alarm goes off at twenty to seven and he rolls over, smacks it to snooze and forgets about it for five minutes before it sounds again.

This time it’s Magnus who tends it. He snaps his fingers to silence it, strokes the unruly locks back from Alec’s face and kisses him into wakefulness.

They eat together—Alec in his boxers and an old t-shirt and Magnus in his briefs and silken robe— and dress together when they finish. Alec does the buttons of his shirt while Magnus fixes his hair and magics on his makeup. They share a kiss in the main room and Magnus walks through a portal as Alec is leaving through the door.

—Maya Angelou

It’s close to midnight…. 

shadowhunters appreciation: favourite dynamic (luke garroway and magnus bane)