#lightwoodsbowandarrow

Magnus woke up far earlier than he usually would, feeling comfortable but somewhat disoriented. Something was keeping him from shooting straight out of the stranger’s arms. Something... oddly sweet but powerful in a way that most omega scents weren’t. Magnus nuzzled against his husbands neck, breathing in his scent until his eyes shot open. Oh. That was right. He had a husband now. A husband he was definitely not supposed to be cuddling up against while they were sleeping.

The warlock carefully extracted himself from the long limbed Lightwood and tip toed his way to the bathroom where he could put his face on. He spent a good hour in the bathroom, taking more care with his appearance than he did on his wedding day.

At last he emerged to find his husband still asleep. He hesitated to wake him up, but they had a long day ahead of them. Magnus debated simply shaking the man awake, but he had heard the Lightwood royalty trained their children to fight and he really didn’t want a fist in the face for breakfast.

“Magnus..” Alec growled and raised an eyebrow. He hurried to the others side. “you stay in bed, I’ll carry you to it and you will stay there. I’ll get you some soup. Don’t you dare to argue.”

@lightwoodsbowandarrow got 11: Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

Magnus was as cautious as he could be, despite a strong desire to storm the Institute and tear Valentine apart. It wasn't just that Alec was in there and in danger, though that was certainly a heavy weight upon him shoulders. It was the everything. Using Madzie, taking Simon, the Soul Sword, Clary. It was that he was a threat to everything Mag us cared about and he couldn't allow that.

Valentine was strong and he was sure to have tricks up his sleeve that Magnus was not counting on. But he was done sitting back and waiting for the Clave to resolve this. He wouldn't let his people die. He wouldn't let Alec die. And if he did? If Magnus didn't make it? It was fine.

It was with this determination that he moved through the Institute hallways, stopping to check each body. Each dark head causing a sharp stabbing pain in his chest. It was as he was standing from another body that a hand grabbed him, dragging him into the nearest out-cove and slamming him into the wall. Hard.

Magnus drummed his fingers along the table for the millionth time that night as he watched his - their - guests enjoy the reception. The castle dining room had been decorated to the nines in thin gold and silver drapes, odd flowers Magnus assumed were from his new husband’s kingdom, and various magical displays that probably made their guests uncomfortable.

Despite all of Magnus’ protests, he had given in to his father’s insane demands and married the foreign prince currently sitting beside him earlier that day. For months he had been dreaming of what sort of hideous creature his bride-to-be would resemble, but he had been pleasantly surprised when he’d first gazed into those eyes.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. 

Or maybe it would. A pretty face didn’t change what this was. It was a business arrangement between their fathers, an end to war between their kingdoms, a marriage that demanded both parties play nice since lives were on the line. They weren’t in love. Hell, they hadn’t even met before they were shuffled in front of the altar together this evening. And neither had said a word to each other outside of their vows.

@ bexstlyben Alec shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Sometimes you are in charge of your own fate. In some cases its just an excuse for not taking charge.”

“Sorry.” Stiles says hurriedly as he backs up into a stranger, making him spill some of his beer. “Sorry. “ He calls out again, as the guy who had been backing him against the other took a swing, and Stiles quickly had to duck. That happened a few more times, around Alec while Stiles ducks and jumps to get out of the way. 

“Come on, Ramon. You know I don’t do that kind of shit. There is no reason to get mad at m,e I am sure there is a much better way to solve all this. “ The guy was too drunk and angry to really hear him, but at least Stiles is good at evasion.