beyondthehunt

This is something I should have done long ago, but I didn’t expect for my side blog to go as far as it has. I’ve moved to a main blog so I can interact more with the fandom through asks and such. You can still keep up with my art and writing at the new blog.

we are really gonna get drunk!alec in #ShadowhuntersSeason3 ?!! 23 MORE DAYS!!!

“Alexander, look at this. I want to get it for you as an anniversary gift,” Magnus prompts, fingers of his palm gently wrapping around Alec’s bicep to get his attention.

The rain is pattering rhythmically against the window as they lie in bed, ready to go to sleep, but not quite there yet. Instead, Magnus has been browsing through various sites - catching up on news before relaying some of them to Alec, reading recipes on warlock blogs or just listening to his favorite albums, the sound turned low enough to not disturb the peaceful mood around them.

Alec closes the book he’s been reading in quiet focus for the last hour, shifts on the mattress to get a better look at what Magnus is showing him on the laptop screen, one manicured finger pointing towards something silvery. Resting his cheek on Magnus’ shoulder, Alec uses this as an excuse to get closer under the covers and sneak an arm across that muscular stomach to let it settle against the soft jut of Magnus’ hipbone.

Finally, he pulls his focus from the feel of his husband’s skin underneath his fingertips and the warmth emanating from him like summer’s sunshine, but not without a brief kiss pressed against Magnus’ shoulder. The site open is some sort of bougie online shop, Alec can see different tabs for different items, but the picture in front of him is a muted gold watch, showing even the moon phases on top of the usual things; it would definitely fit Alec’s general dress style, especially on days when he has to be more elegant.

He’s about to say it looks good, when his eyes find the price; he reads it once, then twice, then a couple times more, carefully counting the zeroes.

2.5 million dollars.

The waiter stops by their table after their plates have been cleared away, a pleasant smile on her face as she refills their wine. The very last drops of it fall from the lip of the bottle and splash dark and red against the glass, and Alec thanks her with a nod, gaze already shifting back toward Magnus. The restaurant is dark, all oak panels and weak Edison bulbs, but what light there is seems drawn to Magnus the same way Alec’s attention always is, catching on the bright gleam of his eyes, the gold thread shot through his jacket, the wine slick and wet on his lips.

Without conscious thought, Alec reaches across the table until his hand touches the bones of Magnus’ knuckles, until he tangles their fingers together in an easy, comfortable motion. He feels slow and lazy tonight; the honey-thick languidness can be equally credited to the good food in his stomach and the heavy weight of Magnus’ gaze, tender and fond and full to brimming.

“Magnus,” he says lowly, thumb slipping under the beaded bracelet on Magnus’ wrist, stroking the fragile skin there.

Magnus leans forward, the corners of his lips curling, and pulls Alec’s hand to his mouth. Alec can feel the waxiness of his chapstick on the back of his hand, the teasing, barely-there tip of his tongue, and Magnus has done this a million times before, yet for the millionth time Alec can’t help but feel the pull in his gut and think that now would be a great time to get the check and go home.

“I hear we’re celebrating today,” the waiter interrupts carefully, and it’s only now that Alec realizes she’s still here, hovering at the edge of the table. She’s gesturing surreptitiously behind her back, and Alec is perturbed to see someone coming up behind her, hands full with what looks like a plate with… cake?

“You told them it was our anniversary?” Alec asks with some incredulity. These public displays have always been something of a nightmare for him; in the same way that Magnus has always courted attention, Alec still shies away from it beyond absolute need, even after so many years under the Shadow World’s spotlight. He watches as Magnus shifts their clasped hands down to the table and shrugs.

“You know I can’t pass up free dessert, Alexander,” he says with an unashamed grin. “Indulge me today, hm?”

Alec feigns a heavy sigh, and bites back a chuckle. As if he’s ever been able to look at Magnus Bane and say anything other than yes.

“Which anniversary are you celebrating, if you don’t mind me asking?” the waiter says as she helps place the cake on the table, carefully arranging two dainty little forks for each of them. She’s not looking at either of them, and Alec wonders if the answer actually matters to her before he registers her actual question.

Oh no, Alec thinks immediately. Oh god. Hand suddenly squeezing Magnus’ hard, Alec turns to him with what he’s sure is a frantic plea on his face, desperately hoping he won’t have to deal with this whole situation again. Don’t do it, he thinks in Magnus’ direction, wishing momentarily that he was capable of telepathic communication. Lie. Just lie.

But Magnus ignores Alec, his grin steady and unfaltering. He moves closer toward the waiter, looking around the restaurant as if trying to see who’s listening in, before he raises his hand to the side of his mouth. “Eighty years now,” Magnus says conspiratorially, his voice just barely louder than the rumble of conversation around them. “I know it’s hard to believe if you look at him. My husband still looks as young and handsome as the day I married him.”

The waiter’s eyes go wide for a moment, head tilting to the side as a furrow cuts between her brows.

“I’m sorry, what?” she asks, looking taken aback.

“Eight!” Alec blurts out, fingers digging into Magnus’ palm. “He meant eight, not eighty. He’s just kidding.”

“Oh,” the waiter says with an awkward, choked laugh. “Right. That makes… that makes more sense. I thought – you got me there for a moment.” She takes one step back. “Uh, please enjoy, and let me know if I can bring you anything else.”

“We’re fine for now. Thank you so much,” Magnus says brightly, watching as she leaves before he turns to meet Alec’s gaze. “What?”

“Magnus,” Alec says, trying for what he hopes resembles a threatening tone. “You know that stopped being funny after the first time you did it.“

“So why are you smiling, then?”

Alec wrinkles his nose and tries to quash the expression on his face. Instead, he feels a rush of affection surging through him at the good humor in Magnus’ eyes. “God, you’re the worst,” he says under his breath.

Magnus places a hand over his heart. “You wound me, my love. Would you prefer I hide the fact that I’ve been happily married to my best friend for the past eighty years? How do you think our children would feel if they knew you were denying the longevity of their parents’ relationship?”

Alec snorts. “All three of our kids are grown adults who complain louder than I do every single time you make that joke in front of mundanes, so your argument is invalid,” he answers. “It’s times like this that make me wonder why I signed up for an eternity with you.”

Magnus raises an eyebrow and leans back in his chair. “Do you really?”

Alec’s amusement settles into something more serious with that question. There’s only ever been one answer to that line of thought: never. In the near-century that Alec has known Magnus – because that’s how he counts the years now, in this new life of his – there hasn’t been a moment when he’s looked back on his decision to bind his life to Magnus’ heartbeat with regret. Having Magnus has meant having love, having children, having every dream he had as a kid fulfilled beyond the confines of his imagination. And if Alec is being honest, the disclosure that they’ve been together for eighty years, even if it’s to a complete stranger, is a welcome thing, if only because it reminds him that even though he looks the same in the mirror as he did at twenty-eight, his life is not the same.

“You know the answer,” he finally says to Magnus, picking up a fork and holding it out to his husband, “but it doesn’t mean you don’t drive me up the wall sometimes. So just – just eat your cake and take me home. Free dessert isn’t a proper celebration.”

Magnus laughs loudly at that, the sound like sunshine on Alec’s skin.

“I can definitely do that,” he says teasingly, “but I’m still going to use that joke again. Every single year. Or every ten years. I’m still deciding.”

Malec Human AU - part 2 

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