Freewheeling Bisexual

Magnus treasures these moments. 

And when the days fall over them that Eggsy’s traumas allow him to hear those words, Magnus doesn’t hesitate to tell him. He loves the boy deeply, and with all of his heart, and being trusted on this level feels like he’s won something hard fought. 

He lifts the arm Eggsy is against, a smooth gesture that puts his fingers around the other side of Eggsy’s shoulder, to pull him in flush against his side. The record player is filling the room with Etta James’ sweet voice, and the drink in Magnus’ hand is mixed to perfection. 

“These are the moments I hold onto.”

“Well, no, but –” She blinks.

Honestly, she doesn’t have an actual protest. It’d be nice to get out of the apartment, and she wouldn’t say no to coffee under any circumstance. But her face feels like it’s about to melt off, and she couldn’t imagine that improving at all.

God, she’d never even had these conversations with her MOTHER. Her mother’s version of the sex talk had been avoiding it, and waiting for her high school health teacher to handle it instead. “I mean, I guess – if it’s not …. weird …”

They’d passed weird. They’d passed weird ten minutes ago, hadn’t they? Maybe they hadn’t, he looked so pleased with himself. Maybe she just didn’t know what weird actually was anymore. 

“It’s not weird.” 

Magnus dials back some of his enthusiasm, and reaches out to take one of Liv’s hands in his own, giving it a little squeeze. And if there’s a curl of cool blue magic weaving between his fingers? Well, Magnus would never tell. 

“There is no shame in seeking out pleasure, as long as you’re doing things with consent and understanding, and not hurting someone. At least not someone who doesn’t want to be hurt. 

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Carbon Leaf: (Accepting)

“Admittedly, you had me at ‘aliens’ but I didn’t want to interrupt your pitch. It was really well done.”

Magnus stands, closing the book on his desk. He likes teaching, he likes molding young minds (even though he’s not much older than most of his students.) and he even likes the social calls that come with being Ivy League. 

But he was being offered a chance at living history. 

At seeing civilizations utterly removed from the hands of time. The Inca, the Egyptians, Norse, and even truly alien cultures that weren’t built around societies they were taken from on Earth. 

Worlds upon worlds of culture, of art, of law and storytelling and moral guidance. Fascinating didn’t come close to covering the rabbiting feeling of his heart where it pounded in his chest. 

He holds out a hand. “I look forward to working with you, Captain Hargreeves.”

Poetry Starters: (Accepting)

“And you’re doing wonderfully.”

Magnus, in all his long years, has never really had a vice he couldn’t let go of. Or at least, he thought that was the case. Until his drinking got the better of him and made him a fool one night, and he did his best to give it up. 

But Magnus’ sobriety had been a choice. Klaus’ sobriety was thrust upon him, and with it, massive responsibility. 

And a combative little shadowhunter who refused to leave the warlock’s side. Magnus knows a thing or two about living that way as well. 

Poetry Starters: (Accepting)

The words land with a startling finality. Magnus wants to shake them off, to pretend he doesn’t truly hear them. That he doesn’t feel them. But there is truth in the Unseelie’s words, and Magnus can’t deny it. 

He presses the tips of his fingers against his lips, the hard metal edges of his rings catching in the light from the table lamps and reflected back against the darker shadows on the wall. 

Magnus has always had a fondness for soldiers. For hard men with soft hearts. But for every soul like his sweet George, there were others in the world who were hard all the way through. 

Camille. His father. 

Magnus knew the shape and weight of their souls, and he still couldn’t bring himself to stop loving them. To stop hoping for things to change for the better. For them to love him enough to change.