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musical alphabet  >> rent

musical alphabet  >> the wizard of oz

Malec Alphabet Drabbles / Oneshots (from A-Z) Pairing: Magnus Bane / Alec Lightwood Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV show)

Y if for Yawning

It’d been one hell of a week. Alec, Isabelle, Clary and Jace had been carrying out multiple missions each day, rounding up the last of the circle members on top of their usual demon fighting duties and they were all exhausted. So, even though Alec knew this briefing was really important, once he started he just couldn’t stop himself yawning again, and again.

“Alec Lightwood, are you listening to me?”

Alec sighed as Maryse singled him out from the crowd. It wasn’t as though he was the only one who was exhausted. For the Angel’s sake, he was pretty sure Clary was asleep with her head leaning on Jace’s shoulder and there were plenty of others among them who were not far from it.

“Yes. You were saying you think Lydia’s managed to identify another group of rouge Shadowhunters created by the mortal cup hiding out in Harlem near Columbia University and you’re sending Jace and –  and I –” Alec said, fighting and losing his battle with another yawn, earning him yet another look of disgust from his mother, “– to do recon this morning before a raid tonight.”

“Maybe, you haven’t healed up as well as you’ve been telling everyone, after that brush with that Demon last week,” Maryse said bitterly, as though thinking this would somehow save face. She kept shooting defensive looks at the older Shadowhunters scattered around the room despite the fact that Alec’s yawning only seemed to bother her. As far as Alec could tell everyone else was far too tired to notice, let alone care. In a way, she was right, it was partly because of something with demon’s blood that he could hardly keep his open.

“Perhaps I can be of service then?” Magnus said, walking into the briefing room as though he had every reason to be there. Even though Alec was almost certain he hadn’t actually done anything to the strengthen the Institute’s wards for weeks now. It was their best excuse for Magnus to come visit him while Alec was working so he wasn’t about to bring Magnus’ lack of real work to anyone’s attention.

“Take him,” Maryse said dismissively, surprising both Alec and Magnus. They both did their best to cover their shock and pleasure at his mother actually agreeing to let them spend time together, “heal him. I need him ready for his next mission at 8 o’clock tomorrow morning, do you understand?”

An entire day and night off. Alec could hardly believe it. His mother was actually sending him, practically forcing him, to spend an entire 24-hour period with Magnus Bane.

In his hurry to comply with his mother’s orders, Alec managed to almost tip his chair over, which earned him another glare. But at least in the clatter of chairs there was no way she could have heard Isabelle snort and say something that sounded a lot like ‘who does she think has been wearing him out each night?’ or Jace’s quiet question to Clary about what she thought their chances were of being sent home to bed, for some ‘rest’ and a ‘healing touch.’

Alec kept his eyes down, not daring to meet his mothers or Magnus’ eyes as he moved swiftly towards the door. The only reason he wasn’t blushing blood red all over was the knowledge that his mother could still change her mind, which was a far more effective mood dampener than any cold shower he’d ever come across.

The relief when at last there was a closed door between them and his mother was almost too much for Alec’s tired mind. But one look in Magnus’ golden cat eyes and suddenly tiredness was the furthest thing from his mind.

Malec Alphabet Ficlets / Oneshots (from A-Z) Pairing: Magnus Bane / Alec Lightwood Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV show)

X is for Xenophile

It had all started with a card Magnus had bought Alec from a mundane shop for their first official Saint Valentine’s Day together. Mundanes might just call it Valentine’s Day but that’s not really appropriate to celebrate in the Shadow World anymore so the Saint is necessary. Alec didn’t even realise there was such a thing as a ‘I’m so glad you’re a Xenophile…just like me’ card. Being a prolific reader and lover of words, Alec had turned redder than a tomato when it had arrived at the Institute. Still, after all this time, Alec refused to tell Isabelle, Clary or Jace exactly what Magnus had written inside it. But it had grown into their own personal joke, competing each year to find the most lurid, tacky or innuendo-laden item bearing the word for their gift to each other.

They’d gotten to the point where they had a whole cupboard in their apartment devoted to storing the objects emblazoned with the term Xenophile, because sometimes an entire year was just too long to wait. Like if you found a potential winner in March, as Alec had done last year. But there were some items which never made it to the cupboard. They’d both known, for instance, that there was no way Magnus was going to let boxers with ‘Xenophile’ written in pink glitter all over them, would live in their Xenophile cupboard.

Malec Alphabet Drabbles / Oneshots (from A-Z) [Mini Series: Part 3 of 4 – Malec get Married]

Pairing: Magnus Bane / Alec Lightwood
 Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV show) 

  W is for Weddings

In the end, there wasn’t just one wedding, there were many. Those who had and would always be able to marry and those for whom the death of Valentine and the changes to the Law made all the difference.

Jocelyn and Luke. Clary and Jace. Simon and Isabelle. All of them got married.

But only Alec and Magnus managed to get married twice.

The first time, because neither Alec nor Magnus had wanted to wait, had meant accepting Simon’s suggestion and taking advantage of mundane New York’s same-sex marriage laws. They’d chosen to get married in Central Park at dusk because, although the mundane celebrant saw only their wedding party of Magnus and Alec, with Catarina and Jace as bridesmaid and best man, and their guests: Isabelle, Simon, Luke, Jocelyn and Clary – there were, in fact, a few hundred Shadowhunters, Warlocks, Werewolves, Vampires and Faeries watching on from behind powerful glamours. While another group, devoted entirely to protecting the ceremony from all those who wished to prevent this union from occurring (including Maryse Lightwood), watched over them. Downworlders and Shadowhunters alike knew that this union signified the greatest shift in thinking and power that had occurred since the Accords were first conceived. Alec hated that their wedding was being used as a political tool. He’d agonised for weeks about whether it was the right thing to do or not but, in the end, they’d agreed that the changes they were fighting for were bigger than either of them. Alec had also realised it didn’t matter who else was there, he was marrying Magnus Bane – the love of his life – the chance of him noticing whether anyone else was there was less than zero.  

The second time was more private and intimate ceremony. It combined many of the most sacred elements of the traditional Shadowhunter wedding, including the exchanging of gifts and runes. As Magnus couldn’t have the traditional marriage runes, (and they’d already placed the Alliance rune over each of their hearts to bind them together and share their abilities in battle), they’d asked Clary if she could design one based on both the Alliance and marriage runes especially for unions between Downworlders and Shadowhunters. In the end, it had been Jocelyn and Luke who’d decided it should be tried on them first. Arguing it was safer because at least Luke was part Shadowhunter but now, finally, it was Alec and Magnus’ turn. Alec’s breath faltered and his heart pounded as Magnus began his slow walk down the aisle, looking resplendent in an ivory and gold brocade three-piece suit. Magnus had asked Izzy if she would give him away as she was the closest thing he’d ever had to a sister and was the person whose love, and support of their relationship meant so much to both of them.  Seeing Izzy’s radiant smile helped shake the last of his nerves as she transferred Magnus’ hand from her arm to Alec’s waiting hand, pressing kisses to each of their cheeks. At last, Alec was standing facing the person he loved more than life itself, exchanging gifts and vows and finally, the rune which would bind them together for the rest of their lives. Alec barely managed to suppress a moan as white-hot pleasure rippled through him as Magnus drew first the rune on his hand and then the one above his heart with his characteristic flourish of the stele their alliance rune enabled him to use. Alec’s hand was shaking when it was his turn, although he had every faith in Clary, this was the first time her rune had ever been used on a warlock but with Jace’s hand on his shoulder in a silent gesture of solidarity, and trust and reassurance shining in Magnus’ eyes he began tracing the first rune onto Magnus’ hand.

“Alexander,” Magnus gasped. 

Alec swiftly darted his eyes up to meet Magnus’, terrified that against all their hopes the rune was, in fact, hurting him, and instead watched them dilate with pleasure. Smiling with a level of happiness which he’d never previously experienced Alec moved on, moving aside Magnus’ shirt and waistcoat to draw the final mark on Magnus’ chest. This time, it was Alec who gasped, feeling his own rune heat and an even more intense pleasure spread throughout his body as he traced the rune above Magnus’ heart and felt the energy flow between them even more intensely than it did when they used each other’s powers through their alliance runes. Alec felt Magnus’ hand tremble in his own and knew he felt the same connection.

“Please tell me the next order of service is to kiss my husband,” Magnus said with a reverence that had Alec’s eyes fill with moisture.

“You may now kiss your husband –” 

If the silent brother said anything else after that neither Alec nor Magnus heard it. Their world’s had contracted to include only themselves and the kiss they shared, sealing their marriage.

Alec was only brought back to awareness by the firm pressure of a hand squeezing his shoulder and Jace’s amusement laden voice reminding them quietly that perhaps it would be best if they saved some of their affection until they were alone.  Laughing ruefully Alec pulled back just enough to respect the sensibilities of their guests but couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips to Magnus’ forehead instead.  

Looking around at their guests, Alec couldn’t help but be amazed at the expressions of pride, acceptance and love on their faces. Even his parents, who had fought so hard in the early days, to convince him that being with Magnus wasn’t right, met his eyes with tentative smiles and nods of acceptance. It probably wouldn’t ever be easy, their prejudices were so ingrained and their fears of reprisals so great, but they were here and they were trying and that was a miracle in itself. And he could do anything, cope with anything, with Magnus standing at his side.