Home - A Malec Fanfiction

by xtrovertedminds

Throughout the ten years without his former lover, Alec Lightwood, the High Warlock of Brooklyn has trapped himself in isolation, every day holding on to the hope that he might see his lover again. So when an all too familiar face appears in front of his apartment on Alec's birthday, Magnus Bane begins his journey of reconciling with the missing piece of his heart - his home.

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HOME

CHAPTER ONE

September 12, 2030

Raindrops pattered against the glass windows of Magnus's apartment, roar of thunders echoing across the hall. The weather screamed melancholy, and so did the warlock's heart. Though today would normally be one of the happiest days of his life, his now chapped lips could not form a smile, no matter how hard he tried. On the palm of his right hand laid a red omamori charm; the omamori charm. His glistening cat eyes carrassed the beautiful gift before he closed his hand, clutching the amulet, as if he's gripping onto the last piece of his heart.

Today marked Alec's birthday, and ten years since he left for good.

The memory of his departure to Idris still lingered in his mind, but the recollection was slowly dwindling. The taste of their last kiss has lost its flavour, and the words of their last goodbye have become mere whispers. Every year, on this very day, Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brookyln, would sequester himself in his apartment, and sit on the couch where the ceaseless memory of Alec's first night over loomed.

The warlock, eyes brimming with unshed tears, let out a shaky sigh. "When are you coming home?" he croaked. His eyes closed, and tears percolated through the tiny gap between his eyelids and trickled down his face. Another piece of his heart broke, and the void inside grew.

As Magnus began to break down, a sudden knock on the door snapped him out of his despair. Another demand, he thought. Composing himself, Magnus carefully stood up, wiped the tears off his face gently, and advanced to the door.

Stood outside was the beautiful Isabelle Lightwood. Ten years only enhanced her enthralling beauty. Upon the sight of the glamorous shadowhunter, Magnus gasped in shock. "Isabelle?" he muttered in disbelief. "You came back?" Izzy laughed at his confusion, and proceeded to slip past him and into the apartment.

"Magnus Bane, you haven't changed one bit, have you?" she giggled. Magnus cracked a smile.

"Oh I have aged, but my immorality does great wonders to my looks. But look at you darling, still as beautiful as before, even more so if that's possible," he replied, a tinge of excitement laced in his voice. Izzy snickered and shook her head, but her grin disappeared upon catching the sight of a tear on Magnus's cheek.

Izzy's face softened. Her hand found its way to Magnus's face, and cupped his cheek. "You okay?" Taking her hand away, he masked whatever sorrow his heart was enduring with a lopsided grin.

"I am. It's been a decade, I'll be fine."

"You know I tried getting him to come back here with me. It's just that -"

"He's busy," Magnus cut her off. "Oh well, he's a great servant to The Clave. I was his distraction-"

"You weren't Mags." Izzy walked towards the worn down warlock and wrapped her arms around him, her nose buried in the crook of his neck. A gesture that reminded Magnus so much of Alec. Too much of him. The warlock soon returned the hug just for a moment before tenderly disentangling himself from her grip.

"Thank you. But is there a particular reason as to why you're here?"

Izzy tensed for a second, and murmured, "We need your help," she paused, "back at Idris." Magnus sighed and twirled around. Placing a finger on his chin, he inquired,

"What kind of help?"

"Just identifying some kind of demon," she said with a tinge of nonchalance, a feature that seemed a little too suspicious to Magnus.

"Some kind of demon?" he casually asked. "So this," - he wandered off to a corner - "demon," - he threw an amused glance at Izzy - "came out of nowhere and started to attack...?" he trailed off.

"Shadowhunters."

"Shadowhunters," he repeated with slight bewilderment, "in Idris?"

"In Idris," Izzy said with confidence.

"Well, that's new."

"Yes, it is very. That's why we need the best warlock to help us."

"Duh," Magnus muttered, and rolled his eyes. "Fine." Izzy beamed and let out a muffled squeal. "But, there obviously will be payment, and since this demand requires me to go to Idris, it won't be cheap."

"Of course Mags! I'll contact you as soon as possible!"

At this, Magnus froze. "As soon as possible?" he asked, "You mean I'm not needed there now? Especially with these, demons, on the loose? Oh what is up with The Clave?" he sighed in pure sarcasm, "not that I'm surprised." Izzy was not amused by the last comment.

"This is a special case Mags. Like you said, it's new. And besides, considering your ever prevalent despise for the place," - Magnus rolled his eyes, again - "you wouldn't actually want to portal to Idris right at this moment, won't you?" Izzy strode towards the front door, ready to take her leave. Magnus responded with a faint snicker, and opened the door for her.

"No, of course not."

And that, was a lie.