More Malec? I have no regrets. No regrets at all. None what so ever. None.

#SaveShadowhunters & #BoycottFreeform


Alec hated having to stay late in his office in the Institute. He hated it. Every single minute wasted with him looking at reports, speaking with Clave representatives over video chat and training the trainee shadowhunters. It exhausted Alec to the bone and he truly, truly hated it. Alec loved being the head of the New York Institute and he loved being a shadowhunter, but he hated having to waste his times at night just looking over things that he knew were fine. It wasted his precious times that were supposed to be spent with with boyfriends. He would rather spend his time drinking wine with Magnus and listen to him complain about pretty much everything in the world then be here and looking at useless files and reports.

Alec sighed and put his tablet down on his desk. He missed Magnus so much. He wanted to see him. It had been three days in a row to which he had no choice by to come home to Magnus very late to the point here he was just sleeping on the bed or over a cauldron of a new potion. Or Alec would have to travel to Alicante for days to meet with the other head's of Institute's and Magnus would be all alone. Alec hated that. He hated it. Alec just wanted to be with Magnus. He just wanted to spend time with Magnus.

Alec sighed and he walked over to his window. He looked out the stained glass at the beautiful moon up in the sky. The light reminded him of an amazing date that he and Magnus had almost a month ago. It was a full moon and Magnus took Alec to the roof of his loft. He actually cooked Alec a full meal with his favorite foods, making Alec smile and blush hard. Alec started to chuckle at the memory. That was how long ago it was since Magnus and Alec went on an actual date. There was a knock at the door, snapping Alec out of his thoughts very quickly. "Come in." he said, turning and placing his hands behind his back like he usually did.

The door opened and Jace walked inside. Alec relaxed with a smile around his parabatai and he looked back out the window. "What can I help you with Jace?" he asked.

"You seemed pretty tense today with the meeting." Jace said, crossing his arms despite the tightness of his leather jacket around his arms. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine... just working." Alec said shaking his head.

"Alec... I know when you're lying to me. We're parabatai."

"I know. I know."

"Then tell me what's wrong."

Alec turned over to face Jace with a sad face. He sighed and shook his head, dropping down on one of the couches in his office. Jace walked over and sat down next to his parabatai. "I've just been really busy lately... and I hate it." Alec said.

Jace raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean? I thought you loved being the head of the Institute?"

"I do Jace. I do... but, the only problem is that I've been working way too late."

Jace nodded his head. He finally understood. Magnus was the problem. "This is about Magnus." he said.

Alec nodded. Jace finally understood what he meant. "I've only been able to see him at night. And he's always asleep and I have to leave really early so he doesn't even know that I was there. I hate it Jace. I haven't seen him in... in months. I even... I even bought him flowers. Mundane flowers Jace. And I... I can't see him."

Jace sighed. He looked back over to Alec's desk. "Hey... it's still pretty early. Not that late in the night. Why don't you go out and see Magnus? I'll finish up here. Maybe I'll ask Clary to help me."

Alec raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure? I can handle it. I'll just see-"

Jace cut him off quickly. "No." he said. "I can feel your anger and pain through our bond. Go see him. Get him those mundane flowers and kiss him until the sun comes up. Okay? You can always come back tomorrow morning. But I'll handle what I can for you, okay?"

Alec smiled. He was going to get to see Magnus. But his smile faded. He loved Jace and he always, always appreciated his help in any means necessary. But Alec couldn't complain about his job just to see him boyfriend. Work had to be done. Besides, if he worked fast enough he'd be off for a couple of days when the inquisitor would come hold a meeting in the Institute. Alec just had to work hard and quick enough and then he could spend all the time he wanted with Magnus.

Alec looked back at Jace and he smiled weakly. "Thanks Jace. But I'll be fine."

"Alec you should go and see him. You'll be okay for a couple of hours without working."

Alec shook his head no. "It's okay Jace. I'll just work a little faster and then I can see him. Don't worry."

Jace sighed, shaking his head and his always hard working parabatai. "Well then. If you won't let me take over for you, let me help you. Two is always better then one. And maybe if we worked hard enough, you can be done by tomorrow."

Alec smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Jace pulled out his phone and sent a quick text before turning back to his brother. "So... what are we working on?"


Magnus missed Alec. He missed him so damn much. He knew that Alec had a hard job and that he had to work late almost every single night. He always knew and felt when Alec would move into their shared and soft bed and he would fell Alec rub his hand over his own bare shoulder. He would hear Alec whisper over a thousand apologies to him. Saying over and over and over: "I'm so sorry Magnus. I didn't mean to come home late, I'm sorry."

Magnus hated it when Alec would apologizes for things that were way out of his grasp. Magnus loved Alec, but he hated when he saw Alec feeling so vunerable and helpless. Magnus would sometimes pretend that he was sleeping so that Alec could kiss him gently and wrap his arms together for the rest of their shared and short night. Magnus didn't hate Alec for coming home late and leaving early. Hell, Magnus didn't hate Alec at all. He just missed him. Magnus really, really missed the young shadowhunter. All Magnus wanted to do was sit beside him on the couch and kiss him multiple times on multiple areas and retrace all of his runes (all of them) with his tongue. Magnus really missed Alec.

Magnus sighed loudly and dramatically as he put away a bottle of pink champagne that he had bought all the way from Dubai for his and Alec's planned but ruined date. Magnus walked out of his kitchen and back to his living room, adjusting the cuffs of his gold leather jacket. If Alec wasn't going to come, then Magnus was just going to spend the rest of the night reading some book that he had gotten from either Isabelle or Catarina. As he made his way to his office, where his huge and usually untouched bookshelf, he heard his doorbell ring. Magnus looked over to it with a raised eyebrows. He had cancelled all of his night clients because he was going to have a date with Alec and he wasn't excepting any nephilim pleading for Magnus' healing power because Alec had told him that all the missions were just patrol or training.

Magnus waved his hand in the air and held up a blue ball of magical fire. Magnus was no stranger to danger. He was the High Warlock of Brooklyn after all. If he didn't expect anyone, Magnus knew that someone might be trying to force their way in his loft. To either hurt him, take something he had, take him or worse... take his life. Maybe Magnus was just overreacting. It could be just the package deliverer that was looking for an apartment down the hall or on the floor below. Magnus approached the door very slowly and with much caution, and he took his time to reach over to the handle. He opened it, looking to see who might be his possible attacker of maybe just a delivery boy. Magnus wasn't met with an attacker dressed in all black or a man in ugly khaki brown shorts. It was a huge vase of white roses. Magnus raised his eyebrows, guard still up.

"I don't remember ordering anything." Magnus said. "Especially not flowers."

"They're from Alec." said a voice that made Magnus' serious frown turn to an ear to ear grin. The person moved the vase of roses to show her bright red hair. Clary smiled at Magnus.

"Biscuit." Magnus said, giving her a one armed hug because of the flower. "What are you doing here? Especially this late."

"Jace texted. He told me that Alec couldn't make it to your date tonight and that he had to work late at the Institute. So I took the time to pick these up for you."

Magnus moved forward and took the vase of beautiful white flowers from Clary. Magnus was never really fond of mundane ways of flirting or mundane ways of courting. But Magnus loved how sweet Alec was to go to the mundane way to impress him. Especially when he never was around. Magnus smiled and sniffed the flowers that were wavering above his nose. "Thank you Clary." he said with his flashing smile. "Give Alec my thanks and love."

"Actually." Clary added. I was thinking that maybe you and I could spend some time together. Look, I know that you and Alec don't see one another s much as you want to and I know that you miss him and that you miss company in general... so maybe you and I could watch a movie or play a game or something? You know? Anything to make you feel... not as lonely as you do."

Magnus smiled and he motioned Clary inside to the best of his ability. Clary walked inside, the sound of her heels clacking against his hardwood floor and surprisingly even his fancy rugs. Magnus walked to his coffee table and set dow the flowers. He waved his hand over them, allowing magic to seep into their petals and their roots and their leaves. "What did you do" Clary asked, taking off her vest and setting down on one of Magnus' many, many couches.

"I just made them live a bit longer. Roses are one of the most beautiful flowers you know." he said, turning back to Clary "Now Clary, tell me about you. How are you doing in the Institute?"

"I'm doing... fine actually." she replied. "It's just a bit strange around Alec."

Magnus' eyebrows raised. He knew that his boyfriend could be a bit on the dramatic and brooding side, but he could never understand why he might be giving Clary fucking Fairchild an issue. The girl was a saint. She was like a newborn child in the Institute when she first discovered about the shadow world. "Why on earth would Alexander be giving you and hard time?" Magnus asked, snapping his fingers and conjuring a martini in his hands. "Would you like a drink?"

Clary was about to shake her head no, but after a few seconds of silence between the two she shrug her shoulder. Magnus conjured a glass of the pink champagne that he had purchased in her hand. Clary continued to speak about her dilemma with Alec. "I just feel like Alec hates me."

"Believe or not, so did I." Magnus said. "But why would he target you specifically?"

"I don't know. I mean... after that demon forced him to kill my mom and everything with Valentine happened, I just thinks that he just looks at me with some kind of burden on his shoulders." Clary sighed, sipping her champagne.

Magnus smiled at Clary. "Well, how about this biscuit? How about tomorrow, you go speak to Alec. Have a one on one with him. Maybe have him explain his hate for you."

"Are you sure that he'd talk to me?" Clary asked.

"Alexander might be serious about his job, but I know that it takes a lot to make him hate a person. The only people that he hates is usually people that work for the Circle or the homophobes inside the Clave. Whatever it is that you're thinking about, it can't be why Alec dislikes you." Magnus said, sipping his clear martini "He'll explain himself. I'm sure that it's just some misunderstanding."

Clary licked her lips and nodded. "Okay... okay. I'll talk to Alec."

"That's great. Now that that issue is dealt with, how about we see whatever mundane films are on."


Valentine started to pace angrily around his boat. He had no plan. No plan at all to get to Alicante. No plan to get there and finally be rid of all demon blooded creatures for good and no plan to get his children to join him. No plan at all. All he had was the goddamn soul sword and the mortal cup, but he had no way to getting to Alicante to summon the angel. He was here. Angry and trying to scheme. Valentine screamed in anger, throwing a chair and letting it smash into pieces.

As all the metal fell to the ground, Valentine's son, Johnathan, looked at him as he threw things in his anguish. "Father." he called out to him. "You're not thinking about this clearly. There is a plan that you haven't really thought about."

Valentine looked over at his son, thinking about what he was saying. Was there a plan that he hadn't thought about? Was there a plan that he hadn't determined to help him get to Idris and summon a demon. "What the hell do you mean?" he asked his son, shoving his hands in his pockets and staring angrily at his child.

Johnathan shook his head, smirked slightly and stood up from where he was leaning against the wall. "As you know, only warlocks can summon portals to any place in the world. Any place. And there is one that we haven't considering capturing."

Valentine looked over at him and smiled. "Magnus Bane." he said.

"Magnus Bane." Johnathan repeated. "A close friend with the shadowhunters and my sister. We take him and force him to take us to Idris, then they'll know not to stop us. And not only that, he'll help us to Lake Lyn. He'll help us to summon the angel, wither he likes it or not."

Valentine smiled. "I like how you think son. Tomorrow, you, me and best men will go and capture that warlock. Bring him back to the ship and we'll force him to take us to Idris."

Johnathan smiled and he held his hand out to his father. "To the destruction of all downworlders." he said.

Valentine smiled in agreement. "To the destruction of all downworlders." he repeated.