#shasks

no. i did not know until now, thanks for informing me anon. however, is there proof of this?

Her name is Chilindrinna and she’s his metaphorical child, woe be upon those who try to fuck with his cat

Hypno? I've met a couple, but meh, they're okay.

A/N: Okay, the usual apology for being so late but I like to take my time with asks so I can do a good job at it. So just keep that in mind when you drop me prompts :) I love prompts but I take my time refining them a lot so please be patient with me! I hope you like this one anon! I’ve never written about pets before so this was a first for me!

If Alec Lightwood was a dog, he would look exactly like that. With big hazel eyes and fluffy black fur.

Magnus was enraptured by the dog, looking up at him with its puppy dog eyes. It was far from being a puppy, the shelter’s volunteers had told him that it was probably about nine to ten years old.

But it looked so soft and gentle that Magnus could not resist stopping to pet it.

“Does it have a name?” He asked as he stroked the spaniel on its fluffy black head. The dog cocked its head at his voice, sniffing at his hand curiously before giving it a gentle lick.

14. Weirdest local news story?

Oh, man. I grew up in Driftveil City and we actually had like 20 noise complaints in one day because someone tried to teach their Exploud how to "sing" the song everybody associates with the town.

15. If you had to pick a Pokemon to represent you, which would you pick?

A/N: ANON IM SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG! I couldn’t figure out how I wanted this to pan out. I’ve never actually written domestic Malec with a baby before so I’m a little scared that I might have messed this up. ALSO I DON’T KNOW BABIES. WHAT DO YOU DO WITH A BABY? Also Magnus deserves a better father so this is Asmodeus trying. I think in his own way, Asmodeus does love his son but because he’s a demon, he has fucked up ways of showing it.

“By the Angel,” Alec breathed when he stepped into the loft. He heard Magnus suck in a sharp intake of breath, wide eyed at the destruction that had been left in their home.

There was glitter all over the floor and when he walked past the couch, his foot stuck. The walls were covered in pink glitter and what looked like Magnus’ lipstick.

“Is that…” Magnus looked faintly green as he stared at the red markings scrawled all over the wall like crayon.

Alec did not give him a second glance, his focus all on the fact that their living room had been trashed and Max was nowhere in sight. He headed straight for the nursery, where as he got closer, he could hear his son giggling and cooing.

He shoved open the door roughly, preparing to yell at his brother but the sight in Max’s bedroom made him freeze.

“Father?” Magnus had turned pale, looking like he really was about to faint. His fingers curled into Alec’s bicep and tightened, as the sight of the Greater Demon, Asmodeus standing in his son’s nursery.

He had baby Max cradled in his arms, bouncing him up and down in the air. Max seemed to have no idea how much danger he was in, laughing delightedly every time Asmodeus pretended to throw him into the air.

The Greater Demon turned when the door slammed open, merely raising his eyebrows and saying, “uh oh, looks like daddies are home.” His lips pulled up into a grin even as Alec unsheathed his seraph blade, his eyes blazing.

“Put him down,” he growled, taking a step forward. Magnus gripped his shirt tightly, too afraid to move. He was eying Max in his father’s arms, trying to detect if there was any distress in his son.

But Max seemed completely unharmed, content to coo and gurgle as Asmodeus stopped bouncing him, cradling him close to his chest.

Alec too was studying the baby warlock, noting the glitter on Max’s lips.

“What the hell did you do?” He stepped forward, his body tense. Max was his son and his family. No one messed with his family.

Asmodeus arched his eyebrows at the Shadowhunter’s hostility, stroking Max’s curly hair gently.

“Oh nothing, just let him into Magnus’ makeup for a little bit. He really liked it. Just like his father.”

Magnus turned even whiter, his fingers curled tight into Alec’s shirt. He opened his mouth but Alec beat him to it.

“You did what?! You’re not supposed to let a baby anywhere near makeup. It’s practically toxic!”

Asmodeus shrugged, wiping a finger along Max’s glitter covered lips absently.

“He’s a warlock, he’ll survive,” he said and Magnus broke, pushing Alec aside to snatch his baby from his father.

“Never ever give him stuff like that,” he snarled, cradling Max close to him. “Especially not when it’s mine.”

Alec wondered if he was hallucinating when he saw the Greater Demon’s face fall slightly, lips pressing into a thin line. Asmodeus folded his arms across his chest, looking defensive all of a sudden.

“How was I supposed to know that? It’s not as if I raised you from a baby,” he countered, glowering at his son. Magnus glared back, smoothing a curl of navy blue hair off of Max’s forehead, swaying slightly.

He kissed the top of his head tenderly before moving to the crib and laying him into it. Asmodeus watched him almost hungrily and Alec tensed, fingers curling around the hilt of his blade.

“I think you should leave,” he said tensely, watching as Magnus moved away from the crib, golden eyes flicking to his father.

“Oh come on, Magnus. You never write and you never visit. I’ve never even met my grandson. I just wanted to see him,” Asmodeus almost whined and Alec pressed a hand to his temples.

What the hell was happening?

Did he really hear Asmodeus, a Prince of Hell whine about meeting his grandchild?

“Where is Jace?” He said instead, and Asmodeus scowled, jerking his thumb towards the guest bedroom.

Deciding that it was better to ignore whatever the Greater Demon had just said, Alec strode over to the bedroom, shoving the door open.

Jace lay in the bed, blonde hair splayed out every which way, snoring loudly.

“I put him to sleep. See Magnus, I am capable of non-violence,” Asmodeus snarked and Alec pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing loudly.

“I need a fucking drink,” he said and Magnus nodded, his eyes wide with disbelief. He snapped his fingers and a gin martini appeared in Alec’s hand.

Alec gulped it down and pointed his blade in Asmodeus’ direction.

“Join us for drinks and we can discuss visitation,” he said, ignoring Magnus’ gasp. Asmodeus beamed, giving his son a pointed look.

“I like this Shadowhunter, Magnus. So polite,” he purred, spinning on his heel and striding out.

Magnus had a look of complete disbelief on his face as he stared at Alec.

“Are you out of your mind?! This is my father, Alexander. A Greater Demon, not to mention, a Prince of Hell. And you want to discuss visitation?”

Alec sheathed his blade, moving to lay a hand on his fiance’s back. He pressed a kiss against Magnus’ lips, and Magnus melted into him, relaxing against his body.

“Trust me. I think he’s trying.” He murmured when they pulled apart, a hand moving to cup Magnus’ cheek tenderly.

“Give him a chance.”

“But you’re alright with my arrows?” Magnus glowered at his boyfriend, hiding his face in Chairman’s fur. Alec was kneeling on the other side of the couch, one hand extended, a pleading expression on his face. And he clearly could not tell the difference between weapons and instruments of torture.

“That’s different,” he pouted and Alec looked as if he did not know whether to laugh or cry.

“Magnus, my arrows are pointy,” he said, “and far more deadly than a tiny needle.”

Magnus shook his head vehemently, jostling Chairman Meow. The cat glared at him before squirming out of his arms and padding over to Alec, purring loudly.

The warlock glared and muttered under his breath, “traitor.”

Alec smiled, looking far too amused for Magnus’ liking. He crouched over his boyfriend, pressing a kiss against his forehead.

“Come on, Magnus. It’s just a blood test, you must have done so many in your life,” he coaxed and Magnus snorted, folding his knees up to his chest and pouting like a child.

“Doesn’t mean that I like them,” he grumbled, “besides, I hate blood.”

Alec raised his eyebrows at that proclamation, seating himself as Chairman Meow climbed into his lap. He winced when the cat kneaded at the fabric covering his thighs, sharp little claws pricking him.

“You patch me up all the time,” he pointed out and Magnus growled, gripping his knees closer, ignoring the fact that he probably looked like a petulant child.

“That’s also different. I don’t like seeing you hurt!” He protested and he could see Alec bite back a smile. Chairman meowed loudly and butted at Alec’s hand, prompting the Shadowhunter to start petting him.

“Magnus, we need to make sure you don’t have it. It’s not fatal but I’d rather be safe than sorry,” Alec reasoned and Magnus knew he should listen to his boyfriend. The rational part of his brain was telling him that as well, that he was just being a baby and was making a mountain out of a molehill.

But some fears were not rational. It was just a thing, a phobia. Magnus, the High Warlock of Brooklyn had a phobia of needles.

“No, I won’t do it,” he said, curling in on himself and Alec sighed, reaching over to take Magnus’ hand.

“I’ll hold your hand while they do it?” He tried and Magnus shook his head, golden eyes squeezed shut. “Please?”

Another head shake and Alec gave up, slumping into his boyfriend.

“Okay then,” he murmured, Magnus cracking open one eye to look at him.

“Okay?” He asked cautiously and Alec nodded his head wearily, clearly too tired to argue.

“Yo don’t have to do it today. But we do have to get it done some time,” he said and Magnus hissed like a cat even as his arms wrapped around him in a hug.

-

“No, Alec, I can’t do it,” Magnus whined as Alec pushed open the door of the infirmary with his shoulder, his hands preoccupied with keeping Magnus’ hands locked in his.

Isabelle looked up from where she was bent over the table and smiled. Setting down the needle she had been sterilizing, she rose to greet Magnus, wrapping him in a hug before he could portal away.

“I’ll hold your hand, Mags, I promise,” Magnus panicked as Isabelle guided him towards the chair, hands reaching out for Alec.

“No, no,” he squirmed and a burst of magic exploded from his fingers, startling all of them. Izzy leapt back in shock, eyes wide at Magnus’ magical outburst.

Alec simply looked resigned as he moved over to his boyfriend, letting Magnus bury himself into his arms.

“He has an irrational fear of needles,” he explained to a startled Isabelle and his sister’s lips quirked.

“So like your fear of spiders then,” she quipped and Magnus lifted his head out of Alec’s chest to grin.

“I told you so,” he poked his boyfriend gently and Alec rolled his eyes. He threaded fingers into Magnus’ stiff hair and tugged at it in reprimand. Magnus glowered back at him in return, pushing him away and sticking his tongue out in a show of extreme maturity.

Isabelle watched the entire childish exchange with an amused smile, shaking her head slightly. She never thought she would see the day where Magnus Bane would resort to childish methods to get out of doing a blood test of all things.

“Come on gentlemen, let’s just finish this,” she said, reaching for her tray of needles. They rattled in the metal tray and Magnus flinched away, his reaction immediate. Alec tugged at his jacket gently and Magnus protested, hugging it close to him. He was scared damnit.

“Alexander…” He pouted, trying to make himself as pitiful as possible. Alec did not look at him, studiously keeping his eyes on his sister. Magnus squirmed when Alec tugged at his jacket again, Isabelle moving to stop him from trying to escape.

“Come on, Magnus.”

Together, the two of them managed to strip Magnus of his protective jacket. Magnus curled in on himself as much as he could when Alec took hold of both his hands, moving to settle in the seat next to him.

“Behave and I’ll reward you later,” Magnus shivered when his boyfriend leaned in close, his thumb rubbing circles over the back of his hand. He felt Isabelle pull up his sleeve and whimpered, scrunching up his body. Alec seemed to know exactly what he needed, beginning to talk loudly about some assholes from the Clave that had visited the Institute and made comments about how he ran the place.

Magnus turned his attention to placating him, startling only when the anesthetic cream was rubbed onto his skin. He tuned out immediately, when Alec squeezed his hand, catching his attention once more.

“They started undermining my authority and I swear to god…” There was a gentle prick, like an ant bite and then Isabelle was covering the area with a cotton pad.

She patted his hand with a smile before stepping away. “You’re done.”

Alec was smiling at him as Izzy put a plaster onto the tiny pinprick in the crook of his elbow. Magnus rolled his eyes at the proud look in his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Stop looking so smug,” he pouted and Alec laughed, helping him out of the chair.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asked as they walked out of the Institute together, Magnus having wrangled a free lunch out of his boyfriend in return for doing the blood test.

A/N: I’m always late on these things I’m sorry anon HAHAHAHA.