Hello! So this is my first produced fan fiction. I'm hoping you all enjoy it as I enjoy writing it. A close friend of mine was part of the inspiration for this story, but I have to give most of the credit to the creator's of Shadow Hunter; The Mortal Cups and Troy Sivan.
This story is based off his song 'Talk Me Down' from his three part series of 'Blue Neighbourhood'. Its also just some random fluff.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Shadow Hunter's novels, TV series, the characters or the song I have chosen to use.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Magnus' POV.
Magnus stood over the small metal bar cart as he wiggled his fingers, eyes scanning for the perfect alcohol to mix in his drink. He always like making new flavours and creations- Drink mixing was an art to him, much like potions were. It was the same... well.. Almost. As he finished pouring another glass of overly alcoholic beverage, he walked to the balcony, looking across to the second empty chair. Alec had been sitting there.. maybe a few days ago. However now, he had been so caught up in a mission or something that he neglected to contact his very own boyfriend. Normally it wouldn't matter Magnus much, but as things grew dangerous in the city, Magnus had subconsciously became too worried to think. In times like this, however, drinking helped.
He sat, looking at the chair, searching it for some type of trace of Alec. The longer he stared, the more he became annoyed. Yes, Alec had a duty to the Clave- but for once maybe Alec wouldn't be the one sent out on all these dangerous missions and could stay a night or two in the safety of his home.
Magnus finished his drink in a gulp or two before he stood and went off to bed, restless but needing to do something else. He laid in the satin sheets, looking over to the empty spot where his arm laid out stretched and in that moment he had one thought. 'I want to sleep next to you, Alec. That's all I want to do right now. I want to be home with you, because home is just this room with you safe and sound.' Restless indeed. He sighed and turned to face the ceiling where is mind ran off on him. He thought of what life would be like for them without the beginning of this stupid war. Alec and him, travelling all over. He would show off all of his favourite places. He would take him on long trips to white, sandy beaches where they would drink the most wonderful cocktails by the oceans edge and never worry about a thing. It would be just them. And at night, when the sun had set and the world grew quiet- They would find comfort in each others arms. The fantasy was easier to imagine than to face his time alone.
Another sigh escaped his lips, this time dragging out as Magnus rubbed over his forehead and eyes. He picked up his phone, getting into contacts and scrolling down to Alex's number. Maybe a simple message? Just one so that Alec could let him know he was fine. Then the worst filled his head. What if Alec was in the middle of a battle, fighting with skill to save his life and the life of those around him. What if he looks to his phone, distracted for a second and ends up being hurt because his focus was lost all over a small message. He put his phone back down and slowly stood, dragging himself back to the cart for another drink.
Magnus moved around the empty, large apartment that was filled and cluttered. The loneliness sinking in as he took each echoed step. 'I want to hold hands with you, I want to get close to you. You're hands still don't know their way around.. And your lips.. Your lips..' His thoughts trailed off to the time that they first kissed. Alec, strong and determined, stomped his way over in the middle of his own wedding to pull him into the most amazing and breathtaking kiss he had ever had. He wasn't even sure if the Shadow Hunter had it in him, but did he just! The thought brought a smile to his lips as he hummed quietly to himself. Yes. Alec's lips. Pure perfection in every way.
However the memory turned cold- as it was only a memory. Past events. And now.. He is left waiting, wondering if Alex would walk back through the doors. Its not that he doubted the Shadow Hunters skills, its just that after so many years, he always expected death. And the realization of that always stung a bit. After a few more sips of his drink, he sat down on the couch, looking out the windows and across to the open balcony. Between them, there was so much they didn't know of each other which left them with many grey areas. And on top of that, the expectations. The expectations they had for each other (like maybe texting ones boyfriend every day to let him know you live), the expectations on Magnus provided by Izzy and Jace, and the expectations Alec must feel now he is out to his family who still want and need him to be the best leader and carry the Lightwood name. It was these expectations that ran a strain in their relationship and tried to drive them apart. (Mainly the family thing). Putting all that aside, their relationship was still growing at least. developing in the right direction.
The High Warlock of Brooklyn frowned as he swirled his drink, deciding to swallow the rest in a single sip as he closed his eyes, thinking once more to himself. 'I want to sleep next to you. I want to come home to you. I want to hold hands with you. I just want to be close to you, Alec." Slowly, he pushed himself up and off the couch, walking back to the bedroom where he was just going to lay. Maybe sleep. But at this stage, at three in the morning, he did not believe he would. Just as he reached the door of his bedroom, he heard the front door open. Magnus frowned as he went to greet whoever it was- only to stop when he saw Alec standing just inside the door way dressed in all black with bruises and cuts over his arms and some on his face. His blue eyes smiled along with his lips and Magnus couldn't help but smile back. "Come in. I was just about to make Irish coffee."
