A letter Alec wrote about Magnus, with no intention of mailing. Inspired by a post I saw on tumblr…but with a twist. ;) More to come.

~ xx Lady Knight xx

To the one who loves him next:

He's adorably sleepy in the morning. You'll tell him to wake up and he'll moan, pull you down with him and create a world between just the two of you. He gets cold at night, even though he's an immortal warlock so please make sure he gets the extra blankets. They should be in the hall closet, second shelf.

He's incapable of feeding himself three nutritious meals a day and has an unhealthy relationship with coffee. He likes to stare into the bottom of the cup and watch it refill itself. He may be immortal, but by the Angel, please try to make him eat something other than Taki's pancakes and Chinese food. Also, he never cleans the coffee machine so maybe you could do that every once in a while so he doesn't poison himself.

He values honesty over other qualities. Don't ever lie to him, because he will find out and that will be it, relationship over. Don't go behind his back and also stay away from his past lovers. They are seriously bad news. I guess that would include me, because if I ever met you, I'd probably knock you out. Sorry. It wouldn't be anything personal. Don't obsess about his past. Otherwise, it will be over before you can blink and you will be left kicking yourself and wishing that you could turn back time. I know that's what I do.

He has the most amazing eyes. When they look at you in love, they glow and you feel like you'll always be safe, loved and in his arms. Forever. When they're angry, they're dark and sparks seem to fly, to singe and burn you. But on a more practical note, if you're trying to hide the fact from your sister and parabatai that you've just had an intense make out session, ask him not to put on quite so much glitter.

If you want to make his day, let him pick out an outfit for you and stroll through the Village holding hands. But that "Blink If You Want Me" shirt is mine, do you understand? Mine. He always will notice when you try and make an extra effort, even if in my case, that used to mean changing my black t-shirt for my blue t-shirt or wearing the leather jacket he bought me instead of my gray hoodie. Even though he's not talking to me anymore, the jacket is the best thing I own and have no intention of giving it back. Get your own. But, I don't know you, so maybe you're a fashion expert. I find myself curious, who will you be? Who will the only person who ever seemed to understand me fill the Alec-sized hole in his life with?

Anyway. Back on track. His arms are a work of art. Seriously, I kid you not, they belong in a museum. Inside an exhibit titled "The Wonders of Nature that are Magnus Bane's Exquisite, Bronze, Sculpted ARMS." Or something. Not that I've given it a lot of thought. Must be something to do with summoning all those demons on the sly. When you're being held in them, nothing can touch you. Okay, maybe not so much back on track.

He is a total nerd about ancient texts and scrolls in demon tongues. You'll try to talk to him while he's reading, with these chunky black nerd glasses on that he doesn't need. But he looks adorable, so I wouldn't bring it up. He'll pull you onto his lap and hug you tight. And you'll laugh and kiss his cheek, cuddling, but his gorgeous eyes won't see you, they'll be too busy translating and practically glowing with new knowledge. Somehow, you won't mind.

The cat comes first. Always. Don't forget to buy Chairman Meo a birthday present. He is partial to these cat treats they sell down in the Village, at the little shop where Magnus buys wind chimes and crystals to hang in the windows of his apartment. He's captivating like that. Magnus, I mean, not the Chairman.

Sometimes, when he throws a party he'll drink to forget. What that is, he's never really told me. His past is a deep and murky object that you're better off just accepting as much as you can. Do you understand? When he does, help him to his bedroom, call Jace and Izzy- or I mean, whoever that would be for you- and kick everyone out. Then kick them out too. Put a cool washcloth on his forehead, stroke his hair, cradle him against you so that he stays upright. Help him stay awake, otherwise he will wake with the worst hangover. Make him drink potion #42, in his cabinet. It's a minty tasting hangover cure that his friend Tessa brewed for him, works for Shadowhunters and warlocks alike.

But most importantly, he needs reassurance and love and small touches. A hand on his back, stroke his hair out of his eyes, link your pinkies together- wait no don't do that, that was one of our things. He is an immortal warlock. Most of the time, people assume that he doesn't need protection. I don't care. Give him all the protection you've got or else if something- anything- happens to him then you'll have ME to answer to.

Don't let him get too worn out please, I worry so much about him. If you cannot take care of him, then just leave before you can hurt him.

In return though, he will take care of you. He will give your sister a special weapon to keep her safe, he will fight for your parabatai and he will hold you late at night when you sneak out of the house. When your father doesn't understand or accept you and your mother ignores the fact that you're not exactly who they planned to be. When nothing is going right and the world is literally burning and being flooded with demons from the realms. And though you could never tell Izzy and especially not Jace…it wouldn't be so bad just to settle down and not to have to fight demons all the time. To tell him that sometimes, I feel a little scared, that this could be the one fight that I don't come back from. But I can't say those words out loud, because I'm the oldest, the responsible one, the dependable guy. He was the only one who could make me feel like myself, the only one who understood when no one else did.

And if you lose his love, if you do something wrong…then you will never get over the pain and your world will crash down on you, you will drown beneath the onslaught of tears wept late at night in regret and you won't be able to see the point in the small little details that used to matter so much. Hair will wildly grow uncut, laundry will be a thing of the past, rooms will become more and more cluttered, food will go uneaten. Your life will be a puzzle, with ONE very glittery and blue piece missing, a piece you won't ever be able to replace. Just imagine that. It's probably a corner or edge piece too, to make it extra annoying that you can't finish the puzzle. Nothing fits the way it used to. Just don't let him go or give up on him.

Please love him with everything you have. He will love you back a thousand times more. He has the most wide, open, loving heart that I know. He will accept you for who you are and help you grow to be who you want to be. He will always be the best thing that ever happened to me. Once, I thought I wanted to change him. That I couldn't accept him for exactly who he was. Now, I realize what an utter fool I've been. By the Angel, don't make the same mistake. I swear by Raziel's sword that I'll track you down if you make him sad or make him cry. Izzy will help, which should make you very, very afraid.

If you can do this though, if you can love him and protect him and accept him then please…hold him tight and never let him go. He deserves to be happy.

Always,

~Alec~

Next chapter from Izzy's POV…