"Alec…Alec!" He rolls over, away from the offending object batting at his face. "Alexander!" Uh oh. Magnus wants something.
"What?" The 26-year-old groans out to his husband of three years. "Open your eyes!"
The warlock is standing over him, golden cat eyes flashing in the dim light. "Whatdya want…" Alec murmurs, attempting to blink off the hangover from his birthday party last night. "Get dressed. We have unexpected visitors." He looked slightly disgruntled saying that, and Alec realized that Magnus had almost a nervous joy around him.
"All right, I'm getting up." Three minutes later, and Alec is dressed and ready to see who's there. Alec gets into the living room before looking around. He frowns and looks at the warlock.
"Magnus, why are there ghosts in our living room?"
Isabelle stands up from talking with a women who could easily pass as her twin with blue eyes. "Oh my god, Alec, did you know that Jace and I are actually distantly related?" He looks at the woman and she nods in affirmation. "I'm Cecily Lightwood. I was a Herondale."
"Then…" Alec looks around for the man he was looking for. There he was, in the couch talking with Jace. They were the only people still talking after he arrived. He could hear the quiet talking between the two, supposedly about the horror of ducks. Slightly questioning his parabatai and his relative's sanity, he slid over to William Herondale.
"So…How good was Magnus at kissing back in the 19th century?"
Will's face broke into a smirk. Magnus just paled.
"You don't want to know."
So they spent the rest of the day (Night? Idk) talking to the ghosts and getting super embarrassing stories about all of them. And when they left, Alec put Magnus's kissing skills to the test. Gay smut intensifies.
"But no, he was good. Really good. Exceptionally good. But Tessa will always be better."
And this is for my own self-satisfactory. I'm also putting this on Tumblr and maybe Ao3 but Idk. Gay Bae is my baby. Happy 26th!