Summary: Ragnor Fell wants to meet Magnus' Boytoy.
"So, Ragnor heard what you did." Catarina teased Magnus.
Magnus rolled his eyes, "Everybody heard about it because Isabelle can't keep her romantic mouth shut."
Catarina laughed, "True, but you should have seen the way your Shadowhunter blushed when we walked in, I thought he would have a heart attack right there and then, and the look on Inquistor Herondale's face, I'd have frozen the breath in her lungs if she tried to hurt that boy just for giving me that memory."
Magnus' lips pressed together tightly, he hadn't wanted to advertise their relationship before James was comfortable with that, if the man ever was and hardly two minutes after the Shadowhunter had kissed him in walked Herondale, Isabelle, Catarina, Miss Branwell, Maryse Lightwood, and her husband.
James had stopped breathing for a moment and Magnus had thought he was having another panic attack and then Maryse was smiling at them and stopping Herondale with her hand on the other woman's.
Magnus had been shocked but Catarina had been staring at the man in Magnus' arms who was watching the interaction in surprise and an old longing and want.
"As of an hour ago, Inquistor Herondale, there is nothing you can object to." Maryse Lightwood had said before she smiled at the two in the bed, "Do you think you can do something about the lights, Warlock Bane?"
She'd poked lightly at one of the twinkling blue balls of light that had surrounded them in the Infirmary.
"I like them." James had whispered timidly, letting one of them rest in his palm, not looking at anything else.
Magnus had smiled and turned the Infirmary lights off instead and let most of the balls of light rise above their heads except for a handful of smaller ones.
"Fine." Maryse had said with a sad little smile while Isabelle and Miss Branwell sighed softly.
Magnus had rolled his eyes and tightened his arms around James as Catarina sat on the bed before them and asked James a few follow up questions before Inqusitor Herondale began briefing James on his mission report.
"So, what is Ragnor saying?" Magnus asked.
"He wants to meet your boy, his word not mine." Catarina assured as Magnus glared lightly at her.
"When?"
"He's already at the Institute." Catarina informed him.
"WHAT?!" Magnus yelled, "Let's go!"
Magnus summoned a portal and was rushing throught it, Catarina following with a chuckle.
Alec grinned and threw himself at his friend, who caught him and swung him in a circle, "Hello, Demon's Bane." The man said as he set him on the ground again, "You're getting too tall for that."
"Never!" Alec said, offended, he knew that Ragnor would never stop letting him do it, no matter how tall he got.
"So, what are you doing here?" Ragnor asked as they walked to the lunch room.
"Assignment." Alec told him with a shrug.
"You're back with the Clave then?" Ragnor asked, "I recall a vow to never return."
"I'm not really with the Clave." Alec assured the Warlock, "I'm contracted the same way Warlocks are but since I am still a Shadowhunter I have to aide by their Laws when I'm at an Institute."
"You should have told me in one of your messages."
"Hey, you're the one that said you were going to vanish for a while, I could have stopped writing all together." Alec told him.
"Don't you dare, you brat." Ragnor growled, "I'd worry too much and then I'd have to come out of hiding to find out what trouble you'd gotten yourself into this time."
Alec grinned at the man, "At least I wasn't dragged to Edom." He teased.
"Haha, laugh it up, brat, I managed to survive." Ragnor grumbled.
"Barely, you were running from a pack mid-level demons when I finally found a Warlock that would send me there." Alec reminded him.
"And I can never repay you for your help." Ragnor's eyes softened as he looked at the young man.
Alec had only been fourteen when they had met, sixteen when he had travelled to the Hell Realms to rescue Ragnor from his own stupidity. Alec had nearly lost his hand there but instead, due to an incedent with one of the worse Greater Demons, he now couldn't handle being healed by Warlocks who had been created by Greater Demons, it made everything Alec did more risky because the Clave prefered to imploy Greater Demon children.
Alec smiled at Ragnor as he handed him a cup of coffee, Ragnor had been the first person to ask him what his name was when he was fifteen and Alec had hesitated a moment too long and then Ragnor was smiling at him and summoning a book, 'Let's find you a new one, then.' He had said and offered the last name of an old friend long dead.
Alec had taken it and been grateful and he'd realized that maybe he had a new father figure in Ragnor, though he would never, ever tell the Warlock that, he'd be embarassed.
A portal drew their attention and Alec turned to it as Ragnor fell into a defensive stance.
"It's Warlock Bane," Alec said, "He's the only one that can portal into the institute."
"Ah." Ragnor said, "He must have heard I wanted to meet his new boytoy."
Alec looked at Ragnor and then burst into laughter as Magnus and Catarina stepped into the room, the other Shadowhunters dropping their defensive stances to stare in shock at Alec's laughter.
Magnus entered the Institute's lunch room and heard a laugh he hadn't heard before and his gaze passed Ragnor, who was smiling fondly at the laughing man, to land on James, who was using a table to keep himself standing as he kept laughing and then his butt was on the floor as he continued his now gasping laughter.
James started hiccupping, still chuckling a little.
"You alright there, brat?" Ragnor asked and Magnus glared at him but the man didn't notice.
"Yeah, I'm," James gave a little giggle, "I'm good, By the Angel." James forced himself to take a few deep breaths and wiped the tears from his eyes, "I think I needed that, thanks, Rag-man."
"No!" Ragnor shouted, "You promised never to call men that again."
"I did not." James said, "You asked and I hummed without commitment."
Ragnor scowled, "Brat." He muttered, fondly.
"You two know eachother?" Catarina asked because Magnus was just staring at James as he picked himself up from the floor.
"Yeah, this kid has been bugging me for nearly six years now." Ragnor said, "He's responsible for several years of my life lost."
James rolled his eyes, "And how many did I lose to your shenanagans?"
Ragnor opened his mouth and then closed it before opening it again, "Entirely too many, you should never have done half of the things you did to help me."
James shrugged, "I wouldn't have been safe either way, I may have even been safer with you around. Shadowhunters on their own don't last very long."
"Right." Ragnor clapped his hands together and looked at Magnus, "Now where is this boytoy of yours?"
And then James was laughing again and Ragnor turned to stare at him and then looked back at Magnus, "Why do I have a feeling that he's going to do that everytime I say that?"
"Sorry...sorry." James muttered, "I'm good, I'm done now, sorry."
"No apologies necessary." Magnus assured the Shadowhunter, "But an explination perhaps is due."
James chuckled once more before smiling at Ragnor, "I'm the..." James giggled, "Boytoy."
"No, absolutely not!" Ragnor shouted and turned to glare at Magnus, "How could you?! He's, he's so young and... and..."
"Hey, Rag-man." James said and placed his hand on Ragnor's shoulder.
Ragnor looked at the hand on his shoulder, by the Hell Realms, how many times had the Brat put his hand there to silence him, gain attention, or reassure him that he was there, Ragnor could see the ring around the wrist where the Brat had almost lost his hand in Edom and the long line that travelled up his arm hidden by his shirt sleeve, an old scar that Ragnor only recognised from fresh corpses who had used that method to die, Ragnor had never asked about the Scars and the Brat had never offered but Ragnor had alwas subtly check for new ones that could not be explained by the Brat's stories, he had never found any, for which he was grateful.
"Don't, he give me my Stars." The Brat told him and Ragnor felt his breath catch.
The Stars, damn it, the one thing that meant he couldn't protest, the Brat and those Gas balls in the Bloody sky.
Ragnor sighed and placed his hands on The Brat's shoulders, "You sure?"
The Brat smiled, "Ask anyone, he made them with Magic the second time."
Ragnor searched The Brat's eyes and nodded and then drew the young man into his arms, "Alright, but the moment he doesn't give you Stars then I'm going to kick his butt."
The Brat returned the hug tightly and fisted his hands in the back of his shirt as he buried his face in Ragnor's neck before he pulled back, "I don't think I'll ever lose the Stars he gives me."
"Good." Ragnor pulled away to glare at Magnus, "You hurt him and you'll wish for Edom."
Magnus nodded, "I don't plan on hurting him, Cabbage."
The Brat choked on a laugh as Magnus continued.
"But if I do you have the right to send me to Edom, and I'll let you." Magnus nodded.
Ragnor nodded shortly and glared at The Brat, "Don't even think about it, Brat."
The Brat just grinned up at him.