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When Magnus hired a new gardener for the summer, he didn't expect his new employee to be accompanied by cold drinks, long talks, and sunsets, but he sure as hell isn't going to complain.

Alec clutches the worn out comic book in his hands, his eyes sweeping over Captain America’s stance on the cover. He still remembers how excited Max had been when he’d gotten it, going on and on about how Captain America helped people, how he just wanted to stop the bullies - how he was a hero.

Staring down at the star on Cap’s shield, Alec pushes away all his anger and grief, focussing on the single most ridiculous idea he’s ever had. He can hear Hodge's voice, clear as day:

“With great power, comes great responsibility.”

Alec Lightwood never thought that four years after the last time he boarded the Hogwarts Express he would once again be on it again, this time traveling to Hogwarts to begin his career as a professor. However, Alec's first year teaching won't be easy and he knows it. Along with being the only new teacher of the year, Alec has to deal with the fact that, due to his young age, half the students he will be teaching were once his classmates, not to mention the fact that all three of his siblings will be his students.

Magnus warned Alec he wouldn’t ask again.

And he didn’t.

Alec called off his wedding, but the next day walked in on Magnus with Camille and hasn’t spoken to Magnus since.

Now, months later, relations between the Shadowhunters and the Downworld are growing increasingly turbulent as the Downworld blames Jace for Valentine’s massacre of dozens of Downworlders.

Alec Lightwood has dreamed of hoisting Lord Stanley since he was eight. It's in his blood. He's spent the last five years trying to make that dream a reality, only managing to fall short each time.

Until a scandal leads to a multi-team trade that sends Magnus Bane his way. One of the top performing wingers in the league. An up and coming star.

And the most handsome man Alec has ever met.

The warmth in his chest, the easy smile on his mouth, the memory of Alec’s hands on his hips. None of these things are his to hold. Alec is for all intents and purposes a mundane. He’s never thought about demons or angels—or immortals. Magnus can't do this.