Hey Guys! I Just Noticed How Alec Is Having A Hard Time Keeping His Eyes Off Of Magnus Lips.

Hey guys! I just noticed how Alec is having a hard time keeping his eyes off of Magnus’ lips.

Look at his eyes flickering down and back up when he asks if Magnus’ would like to get a drink with him sometime. 

At least, to me, it looks like he really wants to kiss him again.

#same alec same

Where Do We Go From Here by wayward_wolves (magnus/alec, rated G, 2.7k)

also on AO3

“I feel like I should ask what’s in this,” Alec said, taking another sip of the strangely fruity, clear drink. He glanced back up at the warlock, feeling more unsure than he had only moments before.

Magnus smiled before taking a sip of his own drink. “White rum,” he answered, smirking a bit, before adding, “With a bit of magic to…sweeten things up. I figured you might not like something too strong.”

Alec raised both eyebrows at that. “This isn’t strong?”

That seemed to shock a genuine laugh out of Magnus. “No, not really,” he said. Taking in Alec’s slightly embarrassed expression, though, he quickly added with a charming smile, “Well, to me at least. Though, I’ve had a few hundred years to build up a tolerance.”

Magnus internally winced, quickly taking a gulp of his own drink before he could further stick his foot in his mouth. Great, he thought. Remind him of your huge age difference and imply you’re an alcoholic. That’s certainly going to put him at ease…

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You Complete My Fate: Malec Soulmate AU

I’ve decided to finally do a malec soulmate au because I like.

Warnings: ……. sadness? Oh, and body mutilation. 

Tags: angst, soulmate au, a bit of fluff

Disclaimer: some lines from this fic are directly lifted  Cassandra Clare’s amazing novel “City of Bones”

Magnus could feel it before he could see it. At first, he felt light-headed and dizzy, which he blamed on the fairy-drinks he had consumed, and from then on the headache that ensued throbbed painfully, making his eyes water. He had half a mind to call off the whole party, which would have been annoying seeing as it had already been going for several hours and he would have had to deal with a bunch of pissed-off vampires which, had he not been enduring the most awful migraine, he may have actually enjoyed.

When his door-bell rang, he swore loudly and reluctantly trudged through his apartment to answer the door, which evolved crossing the crowded dance-floor. The strobe-lights flashed in his eyes and the pulse of the music seemed to be beating in time with the blood pumping through his head, mocking him and inferably making his headache much worse. But even as he emerged from the other-side of the dance floor, away from the hot, churning bodies and the flashing lights, even then the pain in his head wouldn’t cease. In fact it just got stronger to the point where he wished he would just faint.

But then he opened the door, and before he had the chance to yell “fuck off” with all the energy he had left to the impostors, the pain in his head immediately ceased. It was as if he had been in a noisy crowd that had suddenly been silenced. The pain stopped, the throbbing stopped, and was then replaced by a feeling that could only be described as pleasant. He stared, dumbfounded, at the visitors standing outside his front door. And the visitors stared back.

The black-haired girl was the first to recover herself. “Magnus? Magnus Bane?” she asked, flashing a perfect, gleaming smile.

“That would be me…” Magnus said warily, regarding the group of shadowhunters with curiosity. The first thing he noticed was the fact that not all of them were shadowhunters. There was one mundane. The second thing he noticed was that Clarissa Fray was in their midst, so there was obviously something very wrong. And the third thing he noticed- no, not thing, but person- was the shadowhunter boy standing at the back of the group, looking down at his shoes, not up at Magnus like the rest of the group were. He seemed to capture Magnus’ attention the most, and Magnus didn’t know why.

“Children of the Nephilim,” he drawled after regaining most of his senses. “Well, well. I don’t recall inviting you.”

“I have an invitation,” the girl standing at the font said, waving the invite excitedly. “And these-” she said, gesturing to the rest of the group, “-are my friends.”

Magnus took the invitation and glared down at it and sighed. “I must have been drunk,” he finally said, opening the door wide. “Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests.”

The blonde one was the first to step forward. “Even if one of them spills a drink on my new shoes?” he said crudely as he stepped over the threshold.

Magnus was not in the mood to deal with snarky bastards. “Even then.” He allowed the rest of the group to enter, careful not to pay too much attention to Clarissa, as she shouldn’t actually know who he was, he reminded himself. He did, however, look at the last shadowhunter to enter- no, he stared at the last shadowhunter to enter- the one with black hair that flopped over his eyes- and the boy noticed. He looked up at Magnus, and for the first time since their initial encounter, their eyes met.

Suddenly, wave of something akin to déjà vu swept over Magnus. The feeling was neither good nor bad, but felt like something deep inside his mind had been resolved. It was oddly satisfying as if, somewhere, his stars had been aligned. The boy held his gaze for a moment, curiosity lurking in his blue irises, but then looked away as he realised that the rest of the group had already gone inside.

Magnus stared after him as he went inside, slightly awestruck. Never had he before seen a person that, with looks alone, made such a large impression on him. Maybe it’s because he looks like Will, Magnus considered, but then dismissed the thought because he knew many people that had black hair and blue eyes, and he was sure that none of them ever made such an impression as the shadowhunter who had just walked through his door.

Another thought then occurred to him. He frowned. “No,” he whispered under his breath as the boy disappeared out of sight. “It couldn’t be…” Quickly, just so he could be sure, he lifted up his shirt to see the mark that he’d forgotten about centuries ago. He was expecting to find that the faint angelic-rune above his left hip-bone hadn’t changed. He was expecting it to look the same way it had done for the past four-hundred years.

He gasped and dropped his shirt, glancing around frantically to see if anyone had been watching, but the rest of the world had continued revolving around him, despite the fact that his world seemed to have stopped.

His soulmark was glowing.

The boy didn’t look at Magnus again for the rest of the evening. He always seemed to find his shoes more interesting than his surroundings. Magnus, even though he was supposed to be doing “business” with the Nephilim gang, constantly cast his gaze back to the boy who lingered towards the back of the group, looking very uncomfortable in his environment and in his own skin. He was very quiet, compared to his shadowhunter friends who casually outshone him throughout the conversation which he contributed to only once or twice. Even flirting with him a little as the shadowhunters were about to leave didn’t seem to make him look at Magnus. The only thing that flirting achieved was making the boy more flustered and slightly baffled, before his friends dragged him away again.

Once the rest of his guests had left and his apartment suddenly felt vastly spacious again, Magnus sighed heavily, feeling both defeated and elated at the same time, his heart still pounding excitedly in his chest. He didn’t even know the boy’s name. Although, he had heard the blonde one refer to him as Alec. His surname remained a mystery, though Magnus was fairly sure he could guess correctly on that one. Herondale, perhaps? Magnus thought, regarding Alec’s similarities to Will. Or maybe he’s a Lightwood…

Magnus tried to push the thought of Alec to the back of his mind as his life seemed to go back to being (more) normal again. He busied himself with work until the only time the boy’s face came to mind was when Magnus was doing nothing besides thinking. The thought of his soulmark often came to mind as well, though because it didn’t glow anymore, Magnus managed to half-heartedly convince himself that it was just his imagination that had made him think that his soulmark was glowing, and not the fact that he had actually just met the one person in his life that was destined to belong to him. Magnus found it almost too good to be true.

As the weeks trudged by, Magnus managed to make a mental list of the reasons why Alec was not actually his soulmate:

1) He’s a shadowhunter. Magnus had literally never dated a shadowhunter before, and with good reason.

2) That night, Magnus had in fact drunk quite a bit of fairy-God-knows-what, so it is possible that he was just hallucinating.

3) Soulmates are supposed to feel the same things when they both meet for the first time and are supposed to have the same soul mark. Assuming the headache and the immediate infatuation with the boy were actual symptoms, how come Alec didn’t seem to react at all to his meeting Magnus, besides the reaction of curiosity that he usually got from shadowhunters? The signals that Magnus picked up from him were far different than the ones that he himself was emitting.

And 4), he’s a shadowhunter.

The shock of (the possibility of) finding someone that is supposed to be your one-and-only after giving up the search centuries ago resonated deep within Magnus, and for the first time in a long, long while, he finally felt like he was actually living, as if his frozen heart was finally showing signs of melting. He desperately wanted to see Alec again. He had to see him again, if not to introduce himself properly, then to at least confirm whether this shadowhunter was really his soulmate.

Magnus’ wish came true, but in the most cruel, and torturous way.

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