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Title: Sweater Weather

Summary: Magnus actually enjoys the holes in Alec's sweaters. Based off of the song Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood, but interpreted in a way that isn't sexual. Set a couple years in the future.

A/N: I don't know if this has been done before, I just thought it was a good idea. It is a little short, but hey, some one-shots are. This story has been burning a hole in my lap top for about a week and I thought hey this is pretty good, so why not? I mean if you like it, great…if you don't, well sorry but no harm done.

All I am is a man, I want the world, in my hands

"Alexander would you explain to me why I found the Chairman clawing his was out of a garbage bag full of your sweaters," Magnus asked.

"What-oh, I guess I just kind of got in the zone," Alec replied continuing to shove sweaters into a bag. "You know, for a guy who hates fashion I sure have a lot of sweaters."

Magnus raised an eyebrow as he watched Alec tie the bag at the top and then sling it over his back before walking out of the bedroom. Confused, Magnus peeked into Magnus' drawers, and found only a few v-necks and black skinny jeans. It was all stuff that he only wore while he was training or hunting. In fact there wasn't a ratty old sweater in sight.

He walked downstairs to where Alec had three bags lined up against the wall, one had been torn up by Chairman Meow, and Alec was in the middle of transferring his sweaters to a new bag.

"Okay new question," Magnus said while leaning against the wall. "Why did you nearly suffocate my cat while packing up all your sweaters, that you love, by the way."

"Well I don't anymore, okay?" Alec insisted, yet he still wouldn't look at his boyfriend's cat like eyes. "I'm turning twenty one next week, it's time for me to grow up and start dressing my age."

I hate the beach, but I stand, in California with my toes in the sand

Magnus still wasn't buying it. When you have been alive for as long as he has, you develop sort of a built in lie detector. The more Magnus knew somebody, the better it worked, and he knew Alec better than anybody.

"Do you want to go shopping with me later," Alec asked standing up and away from his bags. "I'm going to need you to help me find new clothes."

"Oh Alexander, you don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that," Magnus teased. "But instead I'm going to help you put all of your stuff back in your dressers."

"Excuse me? What makes you think you have a right to do that?" Alec accused him. "I want to get rid of them so I'm going to get rid of them."

"You see I know that's not true. You know that's not true," Magnus objected. "You're always cold and can't stay in shorts sleeves for more than a few hours, it's a battle to get you into any kind of suit, and you have never even considered wearing any other kind of shirt. You're making yourself miserable on purpose."

Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered

When you're a shadowhunter, you know when you're trapped, and Alec could tell that he'd gotten himself tangled in one. He'd been trained to start looking for a way out the moment he found himself cornered, but for once he could see no escape.

"Nobody in the Clave takes me seriously," Alec said throwing his hands up in the air before walking away from Magnus.

"What are you talking about," Magnus inquired, following Alec as he attempted to get away and avoid the conversation.

"I am a gay shadowhunter," Alec began. "Jace and Isabelle are the strong ones they've always been the strong ones. People care about what they have to say."

The warlock reached out and grabbed his boyfriend by the shoulder and spun him around. Magnus had heard the hurt in Alec's voice, but Alec could see the pain was even more evident in Magnus'eyes. It took him a second to realize why, Magnus thought he was ashamed of him, ashamed of their relationship.

"I mean I love you," Alec assured him, reaching for his hand. "And I'm proud of who I am. But I want people to see me as more than the gay kid who's dating the High Warlock of Brooklyn. The only time anyone outside of my family talks to me, is when they want something from you. I want people to see that being gay isn't the only thing useful about me, I can be useful, I can be strong."

For a moment Magnus was silent, deep in thought. Then he lifted Alec's hand to lips and kissed his knuckles. "Okay I guess I understand how you're feeling," Magnus remarked. "But what I don't understand is what any of this has to do with the sweaters."

Alec sighed, "What I said about wanting to look more serious is true. I figured if people saw me dressed more like Jace and all the other nephlims they'd be willing to look past the whole gay thing."

After he had explained everything, Magnus just stared at him. It made Alec feel like his own boyfriend was judging him, like he was disappointed. He couldn't stand to feel that way, so he turned away and pretended to be focused on a painting on the wall. Instead he was biting his lip to try and keep himself from crying. So much for not being weak.

And these hearts adore. Everyone the other beats hardest for. Inside this place is warm, outside it starts to pour.

Suddenly he felt two arms wrapped around his waist, and he was instantly filled with the warmth that he had been missing without his sweater. Magnus kissed him on the cheek, and then rested his chin on the shadowhunter's shoulder.

"You know, some people think Alexander the Great was gay," He whispered in his ear. "And he never lost a battle."

This actually made Alec laugh, "First of all I am no Alexander the Great. Second of all, there was no way he was gay."

"Would it matter if he was," Magnus questioned. "Would it change everything he did."

"Actually he would have probably been killed," Alec pointed out.

"You are missing the point, darling," Magnus insisted.

"Maybe that's because I don't know what the point is," Alec told him.

"The point is that I love you, and I love your sweaters," Magnus explained. "And if anything you are better than Alexander the Great. You were brave enough to go in front of everyone and show them who you really are. And you never let who you really are stand in the way of what you want to do. And you know what if other people can't accept how truly wonderful you are, then to hell with them, because it's their loss."

"That's great and all," Alec sighed. "But I still want them to listen to me."

"Well then Alexander make them," Magnus urged. "If you need me to come and magically glue all of them to their seats I will, but don't you dare go changing for other people. I'm not saying that it won't be hard, but you'll get there eventually. And until then you have me to tell you how much I love your sweaters."

Alec's blue eyes were wide, and Magnus pause a second to take him in. Eventually, he playfully kissed Alec, the nephlim had to turn his head at a rather awkward position since Magnus was still behind him, but it was worth it. Any kiss with him was worth it no matter how long it was.

When it was over, Alec turned around so he was face to face with Magnus, but he made sure that his boyfriend's arms remained around him.

Alec let out a long exasperated sigh, "Well this really sucks."

"What?" Magnus wondered.

"It looks like I'm going to have to spend the rest of the night unpacking all these sweaters," He said and then laced his thumbs in Magnus' belt loops and pulled him closer, "And I would rather be doing something much more exciting."

"I have an idea," Magnus said while tracing Alec's face with one of his long fingers "How about I help you put them back, then get you into one of those sweaters, and we should have time to do something that will entertain the both of us."

Cause it's too cold, for you here. And now, so let me hold both your hands, in the holes of my sweater.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this short little thing. Me updating this soon is a rare occurrence, I'm just going to tell you that right now. If you have any requests please let me know, it makes it a lot easier for me to write.