#gloriouspomelo

Angels were never meant to favor anyone or anything over another. They were never meant to possess nor covet. They were certainly never meant to fall in love. And yet there Magnus was, ready to lay the world at his favored Shadowhunter’s feet. And Alec? Alec had known he would choose his Angel above and before all else from the moment they’d met.

This has been a fun little fic to write! I hope you love it just as much as I do. I tried to incorporate a lot of the elements you mentioned you liked.

I've always loved the idea of wing soulmate AUs, and I guess this was a perfect chance to write it!

So sit back and enjoy~

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Take These Broken Wings

"I—we should—we should go back to the others."

Magnus watched, fascinated and amused, as the handsome shadowhunter stuttered his way through an excuse to leave. There was something about the young man that piqued Magnus' interest — aside from the fact that he was one of the youngest Institute Heads Magnus had ever had the pleasure of meeting (or that he had apparently practically overthrown the older Lightwoods to do so).

He'd heard the buzz around the man, of course. Institute Head at twenty-two, best archer in New York, and older brother to one of Pandemonium's regulars, the Lightwood boy was also said to be far more interested in justice than his prejudiced parents.

For @gloriouspomelo <3

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A Reaching Hand

The knights were always so stoic. Alec would watch them walking with their weapons — their backs straight, their faces grim, and their eyes cast forward for whatever danger they would take on. They never spoke on duty unless spoken to in regards to official business. They never stopped for a moment nor sat on the guard wall to rest. They never looked tired, even though Alec was sure they were.

Truthfully, when Alec had been little, he’d been in love with the idea of being a knight. He’d trained in the yard with his stick sword and dreamed of protecting their city from whatever foe would dare challenge him. It had been an empty dream, as Alec had been born with the powers of a mage — and a mage could not be a knight.

Alec thought it was a rather stupid rule. He could guard the city with magic just as well as he could with a weapon, but rules were rules. Besides, Alec had grown a little disenchanted with the idea of being a knight anyway. He’d sit on the roof of his apothecary and watch them when he had nothing better to do or when he was waiting for one of his dreaded potions to finish brewing.

Alec hated when he was asked to brew potions, but that was beside the point.