Okay, I suddenly got a stream of private message hate mail. And I'm not quite amused.
Over 10 people have accused me of destroying Alec and Magnus' character. I am disgusted by the accusations. For me, Magnus DOES not try to make Alec jealous as hell just to see if Alec loves him. Alec to me, is NOT a guy who is entirely innocent and absolute blushing virgin material. To me, and to my stories, they are who I bent them to be. My interpretation is how I see Alec and Magnus. So let me get one thing clear;
NOBODY WHO WRITES FANFICTION WILL EVER GET THE CHARACTERS IDENTITY PERFECTLY.
Cassie Clare is the ONLY ONE who will EVER be able to get Alec and Magnus' characteristics perfectly. Besides, how much did we writers have to work from when it came to Alec and Magnus anyways?
Not much, because they are SECONDARY CHARACTERS.
Some people enjoy making Alec a shy guy, someone who is overall innocent and oblivious to real love. People like making Magnus a former man-whore.
When I write my fanfiction, I do my research. For one, I never believed Magnus to be the manwhore type. Personally, I see him as the kind of person that believes in love. This theory was later confirmed on Cassie's twitter. Alec is portrayed as a neat freak often, though Cassie says that Alec is not really neat, not very messy either.
Since we don't know much about what Magnus and Alec are really like in the eyes of Cassandra Clare, we take what we have and we build off of it. Thus, everybody has their own little spin on the characters.
How dare you say I am trying to sabotage them with me "piece of shit interpretations" and "misguided judgement."
If you don't like it, kiss my virtual ass. Every writer on this website has the right to mold the characters to how they see fit for their story. Alternate Universe and everything.
Suck. My. Imaginary. Cock.
ENJOY! :D
Magnus awoke to the sound of Chairman Meow yowling loudly. Usually, Magnus would think nothing of it. But it was different today. For one, Magnus was not in his bedroom, he was on the couch. He could already tell that his back was not going to be at its greatest. Secondly, he heard Alec scrambling around, making very frustrated sounds and occasionally screeching.
Magnus shot up, eyes wide.
CHAIRMAN MEOW WAS ATTEMPTING TO KILL ALEC? OH MY.
Magnus got up so fast, he nearly tripped. But thankfully, he caught his balanced and zoomed to the crib, ignoring his inflamed back.
It took him a few moments to realize just what exactly was going on when he got there. Chairman Meow was apparently not the attacker, he was the victim. And he was currently being held up in the air by the tip of his tail. Meow flailed helplessly, attempting to bite Alec's fingers.
Alec looked as if he was having fun, holding the cat as far away from him as possible, and shaking the poor thing up and down and side to side mercilessly. Alec gurgled nonsense, bouncing up and down on his little bum.
Magnus blinked at the scene before him, mouth open the tiniest bit. "What are you doing Alec...?" Magnus muttered, tiredly reaching out for his battered kitty. Alec was reluctant to surrender, but dropped the cat with a smile. Meow fell on his head, for Magnus didn't have the coordination to catch him at that moment. He was exhausted.
He really had to spend 19 more days with this kid? He was going to age 40 years in the process, he was sure.
Magnus slouched, placing his chin against the rail. "Don't kill my cat, please. He's still got a few hundred years on him still. And you're damaging his little brain." He mumbled, reaching a hand out to push Alec's hair back. "If only you could talk. Maybe if you could you could tell me what your parents do when you wake up in the morning."
Alec gurgled, making little spit bubbles in his mouth. Magnus cracked a smile, scratching Alec's head much like he would scratch Chairman behind the ears.
"Maybe we could get you out of your now hair-covered jammies. Would you like that?" Magnus asked, picking up a long white hair from the black part of his pajamas. Alec didn't do anything to say yes or no to the suggestion. He just shoved his fist in his slobbery little mouth and knawed.
"... Yah," Magnus sighed, standing up straight, "coffee too. Coffee is good..."
Magnus reached down and picked Alec up gently, cocking out a hip and resting the majority of Alec's weight there as he walked to his bedroom.
"I need to change too. You tired me out yesterday, so I didn't get the chance to change."
At that, Magnus' eyes widened, and his free hand shot up to his hair and face. He could feel the smudged kohl under his fingers, and the growing knots in his black and red hair. "Shit."
Alec slapped his chest, as if recognizing the curse word.
"Oops. Sorry midget." Magnus groaned, setting Alec on his bed. Alec immediatley began bouncing up and down on his bum, fisting the fabric and trying to chew on it as Magnus disappeared for a moment into the closet. In a matter of seconds, Magnus has magicked the make-up and knots off and out, and dressed into a pair of loose black sweatpants, no shirt. His 'comfort shirt' was under his bed.
"Is this how women feel when they have babies? Exhausted and unfashionable?" Magnus asked Alec, who upon seeing Magnus, made a loud sound of happiness and raised his arms. He shook his head to get rid of the hair in front of his eyes, and bounced up and down, his entire body screaming; "PICK ME UP YOU SHIRTLESS FOOL!"
"Can I at least get dressed?" Magnus asked, but Alec made another sound, this time out of impatience. Magnus sighed, slapping his cheek , and then rubbed his cheek. "Fine."
Magnus picked him up again, and Alec was simply overjoyed.
As the baby gurgled and spluttered in his arms, Magnus stared down the floor, looking for the overlarge sweatshirt.
That is... until he felt something wet and warm on his pectorial. Particularily, his nipple.
In slow, exagerated horror, Magnus looked down. Mouth agape and eyes wider than the moon, he watched as Alec's little hands beat at Magnus' pecs, lips wrapped tight around Magnus' right nipple ring, sucking away in frustration.
"I am NOT a woman!" Magnus nearly screamed, wrenching Alec away from his titty in horror.
Cue the crying. Alec blinked at first, staring Magnus in the face. And then, his eyes watered up. He shivered, blinked, and a waterfall had formed. Magnus scrunched up his face in preparation for the screaming was bound to come along.
Poor Magnus. Again. HA. xD
Love me, as always; Allie
