Rating: E || Words: 5K || Fluff and Smut || @malectober

 “Way to ruin a morning,” he mutters as he settles against the headboard in a sitting position and grabs his phone, mentally cursing the universe. Magnus just lays his head in Alec’s lap, his face relaxing a bit as Alec caresses his smooth hair.

Weakened dread fills him when he comes to know who sent him so many messages at this god-forbidden hour. It happens to be Ragnor, with whom his children are spending the rest of the day. Max and Rafe are on a little vacation with Auntie Catarina and Uncle Ragnor, although Ragnor didn’t like to be called an uncle in the beginning, but Magnus persisted, enjoying the vexing of his dear friend up until it turned into fondness for Ragnor.

His overthinking is put to a stop as quickly as it came into being when he takes in the messages, nothing suggesting an emergency, but definitely something interesting and more so funny.

“Who is it?” Magnus asks, his tone hinting that he is wary of the sender.

“It’s Ragnor,” he replies, going through his phone and trying to hide his amusement.

“Did something happen to the boys?” Same as him, Magnus turns into a tense bean.

“No, nothing, they’re fine, he just sent me something,” he says, stopping at a picture on his phone.

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Despite his exhaustion, he was restless. Tossing and turning, dodging nightmares and a sudden, inexplicable fever. Somewhere around 3am, he leapt from his hammock and ran to the bathroom. Martin, whom Chris had accidentally kicked on his way out, was barley awake but cognitive enough to realize something was very amiss, followed his brother.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Chris had a hand clamped over his mouth; he couldn’t speak. His entire body burned. His teeth felt like they were being ripped from his skull. Blood dribbled out of his mouth. “Chris?” The younger Kratt spat into the sink, two small cainines glistening among the blood.

“What the fuck?” Chris breathed, finally finding his voice. The expletive was echoed by Martin. Chris raised his head to look in the mirror. He still had teeth, sort of. His cainines were replaced with… Fangs? Two razor sharp fangs glistened in the dim bathroom light.

“Martin, what the hell bit me out there?”

Regardless of the trials and tribulations one faces in their lifetime, time paints a rather divine figure. The years ghost past your frame, memories slipping past your hands like sand, each granule holding a fragment of the times you were broken and healing, but running- never halting once, only going forward.

You sense it before you see it coming, change. Life is an endless labyrinth, and change is that voice in your head, first a whisper, then a benediction, finally, a chant, urging you to “Go, go, go!” to walk the maddening path, down the hallways of life, only looking back to gaze at the trails of your soul down the nostalgic road, seeping colors bright and dark, painting a picture of haunted effulgence, alluring and vivid nevertheless.

You halt and listen to your heart, beating and resonating like a tidal wave, there is hesitation underneath that thunderous beating as it stares at the expanse ahead of you,

Aberrant, unknown, vast.

But you’re a warrior, captain of your own ship, master of your own destiny, and ships do not yield to rough waters. You do not yield to hardships. 

Alec was feeling ecstatic about what happened just a few moments ago. He didn’t expect it to happen. Them. Magnus and Alec. But it did and it would be the best choice he had ever made in the eighteen years of his life.

He gets to be with Magnus. He doesn’t know how long it will last, but he knows if it ever ends, there’ll be no regrets.

He doesn’t know how long it’ll take his parents to arrive and he doesn’t want to get away from his boyfriend anytime soon. So, they both get down from the Lightwood Manor’s roof and start walking away from the house. Before they had begun their stroll, he had carefully placed the book that Magnus had given him, which is a symbol of Magnus’s faith, in his room. They walked in silence for a few beats, and as the silence seemed to stretch, he posed a question.

“Where are we heading towards?” he asked the gorgeous man walking beside him.

“I don’t know,” Magnus turned his face but did not resume his walk.

He doesn’t understand the awkwardness between them and neither does he know how to fix it. Physically, they are close but not close enough. There is a concrete distance between them, not even their fingertips brushing as they walk, and that bothers him. What does he do? Just grab Magnus and kiss him senselessly. He would love to do that but he still does not know if it is too soon.

Yes, they made up but there are things they still need to work on and that may not happen in a day, but what he really wants right now is to feel like they are the same, of course with better communication skills but still, they are the same two people who fell in love.

“So, we are aimlessly roaming?” he questioned.

“I guess so,” Magnus replied, his tone suggesting that he was also unsure about what they were doing right now.

They were technically away from the populous residential area of Alicante and were nearing the mini-woodland.

Most of the Idris population were either in the council meeting or in their homes taking good needed rest. So, they could not spot a single soul in the line of their sight or bordering the secluded area they had chosen to be in right now.

His movements halted when he felt the tiny droplets on his face and breathed in the familiar earthly scent of rain.

“I think we should head back,” he suggested, facing Magnus, who was looking every bit soft in the rain.

“It’s just drizzling, maybe there is no need to head back,” Magnus voiced with little amusement and continued walking.

“You are sure?” he asked from where he was standing. He knows Magnus is back in good shape but sometimes his mind cannot shake away the image of Magnus tied to those chains in Edom. And he didn’t really get any information on how being in Hell, especially that belonged to your father, for days would affect a person.

 “Definitely,” Magnus answered looking back at him, a smile playing on his charming face.

God, he wants to kiss this human being so badly.

If anything, Alec was a straightforward person. He listens to his brain mostly but since the day he met Magnus, he started listening to his heart and his brain too had begun listening to his heart, which followed Magnus, mostly.

Hence, he strode forward and connected his lips to Magnus’s tenderly. He cupped the man’s face as softly as he was capable of. Magnus froze for a certain period of time which was enough indication for him to draw back from it but, then again, Magnus kissed him with utter reverence as his hands came up behind him and circled his back, holding him to the ground. The kiss tasted like coming home and rain.

He doesn’t really care about how long their kiss is because it could go on forever and he would gladly let it but they need to get away from the rain before it turns into a cloudburst.

He retreats from the kiss and beholds the sight of his boyfriend. His trench coat has turned a darker shade due to the rain and his own T-shirt starts clinging to his body.

“We should-” he starts but gets interrupted by a kiss that is nothing but full of urgency. Magnus presses his body flush against him and Alec forgets breathing altogether. His cheeks turn rosy and he knows the colour will soon reach his chest. His hands settle on Magnus’s waist while Magnus's left hand trails up his body and tangles itself in his hair. Magnus dictates the pace of the kiss and he himself deepens the kiss further. The rainfall turns into a downpour and frankly, he is incurious about it.  Because all this kiss screams is,

I missed you. I missed us. I missed how we love each other.

They get away from themselves, needing to breathe and become aware of their surroundings. The colour from Magnus’s lips had faded and his hair was adhering to his forehead, completely wet. He thinks they look every bit like they made out quite ardently.

He felt light-headed from the kiss but there was also this feeling of dampness throughout his body that was growing into a discomfort.

“We should certainly get out of here,” he said despite the smile on his face that mirrored Magnus.

“Of course,” Magnus replied with a sure smirk.

"Alright, look here," She shouts, looking at her elder brother and his family.

Isabelle watches as the onset of sundown paints an ethereal picture, adding to the beauty of already beautiful day. There was so much love and laughter today. And she's immensely happy for a day like this that marked the end of chaos.

"Max, here, look at Uncle Simon," her fiancé urges. It feels positively ecstatic whenever she reminds herself that Simon is her bespoken love. Her one and only.

Alec is holding Max in his arms as the boy plays with his Dad's wedding-suit lapels, too lost in tracing the runes on the coat.

"Blueberry, come on, look over there," Magnus tries, who is standing next to his husband and has his arms full of Rafe. The Lightwood-Banes are standing at a distance of more than two metres away from her.

Her elder nephew is the only one following their instructions, not making a move, and intently looking at the camera.

They both, Simon and she, are trying to take a picture of this lovely yet chaotic family. Her fiancé is holding the camera while she urges these Lightwood-Banes to at least glance in their direction without moving for a second, except for Rafe, who is an angel.

"How long is it going to take?" Her brother says, looking accusingly at her.

"Alec, you're the one who's moving now," she complains.

"Alexander, sometimes perfection takes time," Magnus tries to convince him.

Alec just rolls his eyes, and she makes a face at him.

"This better be perfect, Simon," Magnus adds later.

"It'll be once you all stop inventing a new pose every second," Simon shouts back, adjusting the angle again.

Out of the corner of her eye, she notices the tiny sparkle of Simon's engagement ring, which brings back memories and instills pieces of the wedding day that is yet to come.

"Where did Jace go?" She looks around, searching for the blonde boy who was showing off his daggers to the kids right before this entire photo fiasco started.

"He's busy," Her brother responds, his face obviously giving away whatever information he is hiding.

"Doing what?" She questions, unsatisfied with response.

"Uh, Izzy, he might be busy with someone, some Ichigo ringer," Simon tells her.

"Oooh, the proposal," Isabelle remarks.

She's absolutely excited to plan another wedding, even though this one was a bit rushed, as she thought they would plan it for at least two months.

She had an entire binder, of which only one-fifth was used for organising this day.

"Wait, you knew?"

"Of course, I knew, Jace looked like he'd fall off a bridge given any moment,"

"And, this one here, can't hide a secret," She points to her brother, who is saying something to Rafe that makes the boy laugh.

"Alec told you?" Simon asks, puzzled.

"No, his face gives it away," She replies.

It's true, Alec may have a perfect poker face, but it's only limited to official meetings. And it's immensely easy to read him when he's happy.

"Yours too, Si," She says later.

Simon shakes his head as if he's tired of her all-knowing and audacious self, which in turn makes her chuckle.

"Love birds," She hears Magnus shout, making her look towards them, only to find Magnus wearing a smirk and Alec looking unimpressed.

"We're still here, waiting for that picture," Alec yells.

"Yup, on it," Simon says.

"Can't wait for the wedding night, huh?" She comments, just to watch her brother's face morph into a scowl.

"Izzy," Alec shouts back, while Magnus hides his smile.

"Okay, okay, focus on the task," Magnus tells them.

"Ready," Simon shouts while she, having the attention of the kids, points at both of her cheeks with her index fingers. Her nephews, who understand the gesture, pose perfectly for the picture, surprising their parents.

And it's the most wonderful and adorable photograph of the night.

Max kisses his Dad on the cheek while Rafe does the same with his Bapak, the surprise evident on their parents' faces, just as love, warmth, and happiness are.