I'm so excited about this chap! It has a fav scene of mine in it from the show, though it's tweaked to fit Jonas. Enjoy! And see if you can guess what it is :P
Magnus was reclining on the sofa, flipping through a book absently as he kept one eye on the Shadowhunter in front of him.
"I'm glad Alec showed up," Magnus commented. "And he even delayed a summons from his mother to stay longer."
"You're far too charming for your own good," Jonas said. Then, he approached and spoke without preamble. "Owl, co-host of the system and the man of your dreams" —Owl twirled his wrist in a 'how do you do' manner— "at your service."
Magnus couldn't keep a grin off of his face as he got to his feet. He mimicked Owl's movements, twirling his wrist with a bonus flourish. "Magnus Bane," he returned. "How are you?"
"Quite well, good sir," Owl said, and then chuckled. "Apologies for not introducing myself earlier, but I'm more than excited to make up for lost time."
Magnus nodded, very much agreeing with the man's words.
"Before we get to the fun stuff, though." Owl raised a single, arched finger. "I have to tell you that I know where the Cup is. "
Jace, with wonderfully dramatic timing, chose that moment to appear. "Come again? "
" There were these tarot cards," Owl said. "The one in particular that I'm interested in is the Ace of Cups. I think that the Mortal Cup is hidden inside of it. The card looks exactly like it. "
Magnus put his book down and swung his legs over the end of the sofa, interest piqued. "And where are these tarot cards?"
"I… um." Owl paused in thought. "I think Jocelyn's assistant had them, Dot."
The auburn haired Shadowhunter frowned as he noticed Magnus' and Jace's disappointment "Why do you guys look like I just told you Santa wasn't real?"
" If Dot had the cards when she was taken, " Jace began. "We don't have much time. "
Owl's expression shifted to one of the 'oh shit' variety.
Jace continued, " If Valentine gets his hands on the Cup— "
"We know," Magnus interrupted Blondie. He stood and walked towards Owl, holding out his index finger to Jace in a shushing manner. " If Valentine started creating Shadowhunters or gained control of demons, " Magnus said as he circled Owl. "I t'd be like Beyoncé riding on a dinosaur through Times Square. People would notice. "
"Beyoncé," Owl repeated. He beamed at Magnus, pearly whites shining in full. "I like your taste."
Magnus inclined his head. "You should know by now I have impeccable taste."
Owl's grin widened even further– which Magnus hadn't thought was possible. "I like your confidence too," he added. Then he paused as though a thought had just occurred to him. Or, Magnus thought. Maybe it was more than just a thought. He'd have to ask Owl what level of communication the system had.
"Why does Valentine need the Cup to control demons?" Owl asked. "I've seen him do it without."
" Mmm, paying off a few demons is easy, " Magnus explained. " Especially since they rarely survive long enough to collect. "
Jace smirked. " Still waiting on Valentine's thank-you card. "
"Yeah, you did kind of do all of his dirty work for him," Owl agreed.
" Opening the gates of hell... " Magnus said, getting the conversation back on track. "T hat's a little more tricky. "
" Valentine doesn't have the cards. " The three of them turned to see Luke enter the room, looking better than he had when Magnus left him. " I do," he said. " They're in my desk back at the precinct. When Jonas went missing, I went to the loft and I cleared everything out, 'cause I didn't want the Circle to track him. "
"Well than that makes things a lot more simple," Owl said.
" Mmm," Magnus hummed non-commitedly and sat down in the sofa. "That's what General Custer said. "
Owl shot him a reluctantly impressed look for his comment, as though he appreciated the reference.
" Magnus is right," Luke agreed. " Valentine has spies everywhere, even in the NYPD. We have to be discreet. "
"That's going to be hard when you look like you've just gone six rounds with a rabid wolf," Owl replied. Magnus giggled in amusement, and quickly averted his gaze when he felt eyes on him.
"Whilst that's mostly accurate now," Luke said. "We'll go in the morning. Werewolf healing, remember? " At his question, Jace and Owl exchanged looks, both shrugging in acceptance. Luke continued, " This is nothing a couple of hours of beauty sleep can't fix. "
Owl nodded. "Sounds like a plan. I'll text Alec and let him know where to meet us."
As Owl walked off, Magnus turned to Luke. "You may sleep in the room we had you in," he said and turned to Jace. "You can follow me."
He led Jace down the hall and into one of the guest rooms. "Here we are," he said, opening the door. "Do you need anything? A cuddle buddy, a nightlight?"
Jace shot Magnus an unamused look. "I think I'll be fine."
"Feel free to let me know if you change your mind," Magnus said as Blondie passed him into the room. "I'm sure I can track down old Mr. Snuggles."
Jace offered Magnus a trill of mock-laughter before he grabbed the door and shut it in Magnus' face. With a shrug, the warlock headed back into the lounge.
"Alec's agreed to the plan," Owl said when he spotted Magnus.
"Wonderful," Magnus smiled. "Now, let me show you to your room– or rather my room."
"Your room?"
Magnus faltered. "Oh, don't worry. I'll sleep elsewhere."
"Well," Owl huffed. "We can't have that. It's your bed."
Magnus raised a single, arched brow in the man's direction. "Are you suggesting we…"
"Sleep together?" Owl shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
Magnus remained sceptical, and they paused outside his doorway.
"I can keep my hands to myself," Owl assured him.
The warlock hadn't exactly been worried about what the other man would do. It was more like he worried that this was too much, too fast. Alas, if Owl was going to be so insistent then who was Magnus to argue?
Magnus smiled and opened the door. "After you, then."
Owl bowed his head in appreciation and stepped inside. He grinned as he took in the room. "Wow. Now I feel doubly honored that you're letting me stay in here." Owl turned and licked his lips in thought. Magnus' eyes tracked the movement, not that Owl appeared to notice.
"Can I borrow some pants?" Owl finally asked.
Magnus shot the man a coy look. "Surely you can just wear whatever you have on underneath."
"Yes," Owl replied, eyes lit with amusement. "But that would be inappropriate."
Without waiting for a response, Owl walked over and turned his back on Magnus. Magnus shut the door behind him as he stepped inside to follow. He then watched, enthralled as Owl stripped off his shirt, revealing lines of tone muscle and a gorgeous expanse of porcelain skin.
"Pants," Magnus said to himself as he realised that he wouldn't survive seeing the man in only his underwear.
He searched his drawers for one of his baggier pair of sweatpants. He grabbed a pair for himself as well, and also a loose shirt whilst he was at it. Magnus was sure he wouldn't be able to suffer through the night if both of them were shirtless.
Owl was waiting patiently, in only his jeans, when Magnus handed him the sweats. "I'll get changed in there," he said, pointing towards the ensuite.
"What?" Owl blinked round, hopeful eyes at the warlock. "I don't get to see the show?"
Magnus eyed him with amusement. "You think you could handle that?"
"Yes," Owl said immediately. Then he paused. "Okay, maybe not tonight."
Magnus chuckled and left to get changed. He undressed and folded his clothes, stacking them neatly in the corner. Then he pulled on the shirt and sweatpants and stepped back out into the room. Owl was already in bed, on his back, staring up at the canopy.
Excitement coursed through Magnus' veins as he slipped under the sheets next to Owl.
"Comfy?" the warlock asked.
"Very much so," Owl replied. He grinned and rolled onto his side, facing Magnus. "I hope I'm here in the morning. I want to see what you look like in bed, with the sun's rays shining down on you."
Magnus' lips twitched into a soft smile. "Even if you're not, I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities in the future for that."
Owl's expression turned hopeful. "You think so?"
"I'm sure of it," Magnus said. Then he finished, "Goodnight, Owl."
Owl reached up and placed a hand on the edge of his pillow. He looked like he wanted to touch Magnus, but he managed to restrain himself. "'Night, Magnus."
Goosebumps raced down Magnus' spine at the sound of his name on the other man's lips. He stared at the Shadowhunter for a moment longer, before finally being able to tear his eyes away.
With a flick of the warlock's hand, the lights went off. Eventually, Magnus heard Owl's breathing even out in sleep. Not long after, Magnus found his own slumber as well.
Magnus woke slowly the next morning, keeping his eyes shut as he enjoyed the feeling of being well rested. It took a while for him to remember the events of last night, and when he did he opened his eyes.
The sleeping face of an auburn haired Shadowhunter greeted him. The sounds of clanging around in the kitchen reached his ears, and Magnus realised that he should probably wake the other man up so they could start the day.
"Hey," Magnus said, softly. "Wake up, my brilliant Tiramisu."
The Shadowhunter groaned pitifully (which Magnus found adorable) and rolled onto his other side, muttering, "Five more minutes."
"Not today I'm afraid," Magnus intoned, raising the volume of his voice. "You have much to do, dear one. Up you get."
His bedmate grumbled in annoyance once more before blinking open peridot eyes. They took in their surroundings, the canopy, the bedroom, his undressed state, before settling on Magnus. "Oh my God–" The Shadowhunter began, sounding panicked. "Did we–"
"No, no," Magnus soothed, skirting back to give the Shadowhunter space. "There wasn't a spare bed, and Owl suggested that we sleep together in the not-fun sense. Though, it was a pleasurable rest."
"Christ," the Shadowhunter cursed, pressing a hand to his bare chest as he calmed down.
"We managed to get a few hours sleep," Magnus explained. "But I think someone is up and making breakfast."
"Ah, good." The Shadowhunter sat up, and looked like he was about to jump out of bed when he paused and turned to Magnus. "Jonas," Jonas said. "I'm Jonas, by the way. If you were confused."
"How much do you remember?" Magnus asked.
"You were working on the potion…" Jonas trailed off, and then his eyes widened as he remembered. "Is Luke okay?"
"Luke is fine."
Jonas nodded, and then winced.
Magnus grew concerned. "What is it?"
"Headache," Jonas explained. "I get them all the time."
"I can help with that," Magnus said. He then paused, and asked, "If I may?"
Jonas' expression shifted into one of eagerness, and Magnus took that as his cue. He lifted one hand, snapped his fingers, and hovered his open palm over the other man's forehead. His magic glowed a brilliant blue, and after a moment he was done.
"Woah," Jonas murmured, looking at Magnus with amazement. "And to think I spent all this money on Tylenol when I could've just come to you."
"My time isn't free," Magnus quipped.
Jonas grinned, and it was a cute, timid look that was so different from Owl's unabashed expressions. "Then how do you explain last night?"
Magnus smirked. "I'll mail you the bill."
Jonas rolled his eyes and then finally climbed out of bed. He walked over to his bundle of discarded clothes and frowned at them. "My shirt's got blood on it," Jonas said, picking aforementioned item up to examine it.
"You can borrow one of mine," Magnus offered easily.
He went over to his dresser and searched again, hoping he could find something that would fit the taller man. He brought out a few different shirts and handed them over.
Jonas smiled as he took them, clutching them in front of his chest and then he scurried into the ensuite to get dressed. Magnus chuckled to himself and then started to get changed as well.
"Casey tried to fill me in about the Cup," Jonas called out from the ensuite. "But she didn't really understand it herself."
Magnus began to explain, "Owl figured out that Jocelyn had hidden the Cup in the Ace of Cups tarot card that Dot had. Luke now has the tarot cards in his desk at his office."
Jonas made an excited noise. "So we're going to sneak into the NYPD precinct? Cool. My time has finally come."
Magnus chuckled and reached out to grab his jacket. The door to the ensuite opened as he was pulling on the coat. Jonas walked out, dressed in his jeans and Magnus' shirt. He looked good, with his mussed hair and slightly-tight navy v-neck.
The warlock blinked his gaze free from admiring the other man's form, and looked up to find Jonas staring at him with a gaping mouth.
"Let me guess," Magnus said with a smirk and stepped towards him. "I look… amazing, incredible, sexy, beautiful…" He trailed off, as they didn't have the time for him to finish the practically never-ending list.
Jonas ducked his head, but glanced up at Magnus through his lashes. "Can I choose option E?" he asked. "All of the above."
"Aw," Magnus smiled at the Shadowhunter. "You're sweet." He turned and opened the door. "Now, go get breakfast my adorable, delicious, Tiramisu."
"'Tiramisu'?" Jonas repeated in confusion, and then shook his head. "Nevermind, I don't wanna know."
Magnus chuckled, deciding that he'd have to use the nickname more often.
Alec met Jonas, Jace and the werewolf outside of the precinct. He'd gotten there early, and had been waiting for them to arrive.
He spotted the three approaching in the distance. Alec felt something warm bubble to life in his chest when Jonas waved and offered a sheepish smile. He tucked his hands into his pockets, not waving, but he did incline his head in greeting.
" All right, cards are on my desk," Luke explained as the four huddled together. " It shouldn't take long. "
"All right," Jace said. He then proceeded to walk towards the precinct.
Luke held up his hands, stopping Jace. " Whoa, whoa, whoa. " He glanced between them. " It'll be easier to avoid unnecessary attention if I do this alone. "
"We'll wait here," Alec confirmed.
Jace crossed his arms, and waited until Luke was far enough away to comment, " It sounded boring anyway. "
Jonas snorted in amusement, shrugging when Alec leveled him with a 'why are you like this' look.
After a couple of minutes, Alec realised they were kind of in the middle of the walkway. He directed the other two Shadowhunters off to the side of the path.
"So…" Jonas began, sounding unsure. "Alec, how did things go at the Institute?"
Alec stared. "Fine."
"Good," Jonas said and bobbed his head jerkily. "That's… Good."
Jace glanced between Alec and Jonas, then said, "Do you two need a moment to… sort something out?"
"Nope," Jonas said quickly.
Alec spoke at the same time, "No."
"Right," Jace replied, but he didn't sound all that reassured.
After a few minutes of tense silence, Jonas sighed. "Something doesn't feel right." He frowned. "Why is Luke taking so long?"
Jace crossed his arms and leaned against a nearby police cruiser. " I know a way we could find out. Just go in and see for ourselves. "
"And risk messing everything up?" Jonas shook his head. "No thanks. I'd rather avoid the wrath of an angry werewolf."
Jace glanced up as something caught his eye. " Just so I'm clear, he did mention something about trying to avoid attention, right? " Jace asked. " From the looks of it, he's doing a terrible job. "
"They're not Circle members," Alec observed.
"Mundanes," Jace confirmed. " Internal affairs officers. "
Jonas stared at them both with a wide, awed gaze. " How did you get all that by looking at them? "
"By reading their badges," Alec explained.
Jace held out his arm and lifted his sleeve, revealing a Vision rune. " Better than binoculars," he commented. Then, he turned his attention to the building in front of them. " Luke had his chance. Let's go. "
The three of them tracked down the interrogation room that Luke was being held in. They were just in time to sneak in as the door was opened. Jace went first, then Alec and Jonas streamed in after. Luke's gaze tracked them as they filed in. He startled when the agent called out to him, " Garroway. Coffee? "
Luke shook his head. " No. No, I'm good. "
" Suit yourself," the agent responded and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Alec watched, from his position at the back of the room, as Luke grabbed a tissue and mimed sneezing. " Camera," he mumbled.
Jace took care of it as Jonas walked forward to question the werewolf. " Care to explain what you're doing in here?"
" I think I'm about to be the prime suspect in a murder investigation. "
Alec huffed and leveled the werewolf with a look. "So what's plan B?"
"Get the cards," Luke said. " In my desk, bottom drawer. "
"Great," Jonas replied and headed off.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't glamour yourselves," Luke said. " I'm not the only Downworlder on the force, and we don't know who's working for Valentine. If anybody spots you— "
" We'd be leading them right to the Mortal Cup," Jace inferred.
Luke nodded. " Exactly. Better to assume that everybody has the Sight than gamble that they don't. "
The door began to open, and Jonas shot Luke a look before dashing out of the room. Alec and Jace followed close behind.
"If we can't use glamour," Jonas began as they hurried down the hall. "Then we need to be subtle."
"Three's a crowd," Alec agreed. He turned to Jace. "Okay, you and I can–"
"Uh, excuse me," Jonas interrupted. He crossed his arms, appearing stubborn. "I have a plan, and there's no way I'm trusting you two bozos with it."
Alec glanced at Jace. Both of them waged a non verbal argument until Alec's lips twitched, pleased with the outcome. He turned back to Jonas. "I'll go with you, Jace can wait outside for us."
Jonas nodded. Jace grumbled something under his breath before saying, "I'll… keep an eye on the perimeter. Good luck." He slapped a hand on Alec's bicep, and then bumped his fist into Jonas' shoulder before splitting off from them.
Trusting Jonas to lead the way, Alec followed him down a few more corridors until they ducked into a filing room. Jonas closed the door behind them, and then they stood, face-to-face in a very small space.
"Really? In here? " Alec asked, feeling off-balance being so close to the man.
"Nah, I just brought you in here to enjoy the atmosphere."
Alec shot the man an unimpressed look. "There's got to be a better place. "
"This is fine," Jonas argued. They bumped into each other as they both went to grab their stele.
"Ow," Alec yelped. Jonas smiled at him sheepishly. They tried again, and Alec brought out his stele, bumping his elbow into the stack of boxes behind him, causing them to wobble. "All right," he said, as he got to work.
Alec swiftly deglamoured himself and then watched as Jonas tried to do the same. His first attempt failed miserably, with a weak pulse of energy. Alec smirked. "You need help with that? "
"I'm sure I can manage to deglamourize myself, Alec."
Jonas tried again, jerking slightly when his attempt failed, causing the boxes behind him to rustle.
"It's 'deglamour,'" Alec corrected, still smug.
"I'll deglamour your face," Jonas quipped back.
Alec bit back a chuckle and, finally, Jonas managed to deglamour himself.
"The cards? " Jonas prompted.
Alec directed a 'no duh' look at the man. "Right. " He glanced around the small space they were in. " How exactly are we gonna get them? I doubt we can make it out of this closet without drawing attention, let alone Luke's desk and you" —Alec's gaze scanned across Jonas' body, only taking slightly longer than necessary— "are covered in runes. "
"I told you," Jonas said. "I have a plan."
"A good plan this time? "
Jonas paused to consider. "Ninety percent," he finally answered. "Give or take five percent."
Alec wasn't even remotely comforted by that. "Then I'm sure this is going to go perfectly," he told the man in deadpan.
Jonas glared at him and then rolled his eyes, turning on his heel and leaving the closet.
They strode down the hall, and Alec followed after Jonas as he stepped into a room.
Jonas froze in front of him, taking in the room full of officers. Then, before Alec could react, the auburn haired Shadowhunter whirled to face him.
"You son of a bitch! " Jonas shouted, and slapped Alec across the face.
Alec, who most definitely had not been prepared for that, took a moment to recover from the hit . Once he had, he turned to gape at Jonas.
" Stop stalking me! " Jonas snapped.
Completely and utterly confused, Alec grabbed the man's arm and leaned in to whisper, "Hey, what happened to being discreet? "
Jonas spun free from his grasp, and Alec noticed that a few of the officers had approached to see what the disturbance was. "Hmm? " the closest one hummed in inquisition.
The auburn haired Shadowhunter whirled back around and gaped at Alec. "What was that? You broke into my room and stole my underwear?"
"I…" Alec began, but trailed off. "Huh? " he asked dumbly. Alec glanced at the officers as they crowded in on him. "I– I did not." Alec stepped forward to follow Jonas as the man headed deeper into the room. The two guards that had surrounded him pushed him back, and Alec gasped, "Whoa. "
As Jonas reached what Alec assumed was Luke's desk, he glanced back at him. "I'm never letting you anywhere near me again," Jonas said. "You'll just have to find someone else to spy on in the shower. Or just watch porn like a regular guy!"
Finally, Alec caught on to what Jonas was doing.
"But Jonas," Alec called, letting lis bottom lip puff out in a pout. He continued in a shaky, heartbroken voice. "I can't let you go!" he bemoaned. "Your eyes are like staring into a sea of infinite mocha. Your passion can become so tangible that it inspires me. Your bravery and empathy for others makes me strive to be a better person. Your body is one that I would worship upon all day, every day, for the rest of eternity. You are the sun to my moon, the stars to my sky, the wind to my sails and the," Alec fumbled for another analogy, "...blood to my vampire."
Jonas scoffed at Alec's last words before returning to searching through Luke's desk. Alec smiled confidently as a female officer appeared at the auburn haired Shadowhunters side. He waved at her cheerfully. "Hi," he called out, but the officer didn't deign him with a response.
Alec ignored the officers' hands on him as he watched Jonas give up on searching through the desk. The Shadowhunter turned and began to talk with the blonde-haired detective. After a couple of moments of conversation, Alec noticed that Jonas seemed a little helpless.
Alec decided to offer him a lending hand.
"Jonas," Alec called out, drawing their attention. " I'm sorry. I apologize. I just want you to know I only took, like... two or three or... a couple of your boxers– and they weren't even the ones you wear all that often!" As Alec spoke, he gestured about randomly to emphasise his words. He thought he was doing a pretty damn good job, to be honest. "And I am totally— "
Both Jonas and the detective cut him off with a simultaneous, "Shut up. "
Alec gaped at Jonas, as though offended. " Babe, come on. "
" Listen," the detective cut in. "You don't get to call him 'babe,' okay? In fact, you don't get to call him at all. Stay away from him or you'll find yourself with a restraining order. You got it? "
Alec nodded at her words, though kept his mouth open, ready to argue.
The detective waved her hand, "Take him out. "
The officers took their cue to drag him away. Alec struggled against their strong hold, complaining, "I have rights. "
They dragged him all the way to the lobby and then dumped him there. Alec straightened his jacket and scratched at the back of his neck. It certainly hadn't been the most difficult thing he'd done in his life, but it was one of the most... interesting.
It wasn't long before he spotted Jonas walking out from the hall. Alec turned his back on the Shadowhunter. He made for the exit, leaving Jonas to catch up with him.
" You know what? " Alec asked as Jonas reached his side. He shoved open the door to exit and continued, " I'm gonna bring Jace with me next time. I don't think he's ever slapped me in the face. "
"I mean… it was kind of fun," Jonas admitted. Alec shot him a glare. "Okay, my bad, I apologise."
They reached Jace and Izzy, both of whom appeared concerned.
"What took you guys so long? " Jace asked.
"It's complicated," Jonas answered. "We found the Cup. "
Izzy stared at them. "The Cup? "
"The one and only," Jonas confirmed. "But… It kind of changed locations."
"You lost it," Jace said in deadpan.
"Not lost, we know where it is." Jonas nodded his head at the precinct. "The Cup is in there. We have to sneak back inside."
"It's a disaster," Alec concluded.
Jace took a step forward, intent. " Hey, demon pox is a disaster. This is an inconvenience. We just need a plan. That's all. "
"What about a glamour? " Izzy asked.
"We tried that," Alec said. " Anyone working with Valentine will see right through it. "
Jonas raised a brow. "If only we had a magical warlock that could teleport us inside… Rhymes with cactus mane?" Jonas gestured with his hand. "Let's ask him for help."
"No," Alec said immediately.
Izzy averted her gaze. "That'd be awkward. " Alec felt himself bristle at her words. Then she sucked in a breath and turned back to the group. " Magnus can only portal us to places he's been to before," she explained.
Jonas huffed. "Well that's just great."
The group fell silent as they all considered their options. Jace looked up after a few minutes, looking excited. "We just need to sneak into the vault, right?" Jace said. "All we need is a distraction so that no one is around to catch us in there."
"Alec and I can handle that," Izzy offered.
"Great." Jace grinned. "Then let's get this over with."
Lunalizie: Oh my goodness! Your comments is so sweet, thank you so much! I put a lot of effort into this story, yes, but I enjoy doing it! The reason I love fanfic so much is because it lets you expand upon characters and their interactions, so I'm glad you're enjoying how I'm writing Magnus and Alec! There's plenty more of Magnus taking care of Jonas to come (and vice versa :P) Thank you again for your kind words xo
