Alec's brain fried. And he is still awkward and still adorable.

Lydia is a badass queen.
Also, a wild Lightwood appears!

Happy reading lovelies!

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Alec had several options presented to him.

One, he could run away. That would be quite easy. He wasn't far from the door and he was fast so she probably wouldn't be able to catch him. Pros: he wouldn't have to explain anything to her. Cons: it was a cowardly thing to do and he had to make sure she wouldn't tell Valentine about the phone's stealing she had been the victim of because that could make him realize something was going on.

Two, he could act like he didn't know what she was talking about. Pretend to be completely clueless could be efficient but something was telling him that she wouldn't fall for it. Pros: she might believe him and drop it all together. Cons: there was no way on earth that she would believe it so really, there was no pro on that option.

Three, he could lie. Perhaps he could just make up an excuse as to why he had stolen her phone. Perhaps he could say it was a dare but really, with the people who had been present that night, it wasn't likely anyone would be fun enough to dare him to steal a phone and she had spent the night with Jace so he couldn't say it was coming from him. He could also say he was kleptomaniac. Pros: if his lie was believable enough, she might just accept it and move on (or at least, not try to pry further into it). Cons: he wasn't a great liar and she would probably refuse to see him again, making their plan all the more difficult.

Four, he could tell her the truth. The simple and only truth. Telling her that he was part of a team of world-class thieves that had planned to take down her boss would be arduous because it was kind of hard to explain this to someone without sounding like a lunatic but it occurred to him that she would probably believe him because if he wasn't a great liar, at least he was good at telling the truth. Magnus had called him straightforward more than once. Pros: He wouldn't have to make up a stupid lie and he could explain to her the situation calmly. She didn't like Valentine, she had been adamant about it so maybe he could convince her not to tell him anything. Cons: He would potentially jeopardize this whole operation. He would put his entire team in danger. They would probably end up killing him and he liked living.

Basically, he had four options and all of them seemed like they were just going to backfire straight in his face. Because he was a very clear-minded person, he opted for option five: stuttering and continue to swear internally.

"I-I… Uh. You- What?" was his utterly eloquent answer.

Lydia was deadly serious when she crossed her arms over the table, leaning forward.

"Why did you steal my phone?" she repeated, her blue eyes rooting him to the spot.

Alec blanched all the more. "Shit," he muttered and it was as good as any confession. Options two and three went up in smoke.

He tried to move his hand to get his phone but she grabbed his arm, locking it in a strong grip. He could have pulled away easily. He was stronger than her and thoroughly trained but it would just catch unwanted attention so he didn't move. Bye, bye option one.

"You seem to have lost your tongue so I'm going to do the talking and you'll just nod yes or no, okay?" Lydia said firmly, her blue eyes burning into his but he didn't dare to look away.

"My life revolves around my work and the few friends I have here," she started dryly, her hand still gripping his forearm powerfully. "My hobbies, as I told you earlier, are surfing and kickboxing. My parents are both teachers and I have no brother and sister. Basically, if I get my phone stolen, I expect it to be bad luck. I don't expect the man who stole it from me to put it back in my bag afterwards."

Alec really wanted to grab his phone to call Isabelle or Jace or Magnus or Luke or anyone but she was still glaring at him and he just couldn't move.

"What I'm saying," Lydia went on, completely oblivious to his internal turmoil, "is that I am not interesting enough to attract that kind of attention. So you didn't steal my phone to get information about me, did you?" she asked and waited for him to shake his head no before continuing. "My phone, however, contains quite a few interesting data for someone who would want to go after my boss," she added, giving him a pointed glare.

He inhaled deeply by the nose, his mind working at a million miles an hour to try to find a way out of this situation. Maybe he could pretend to have a panic attack? He would barely have to pretend. His heart was pounding in his chest.

"I'm going to take a wild stab in the dark and guess that your name is not Tom either and that Jonathan is not called Jonathan. Am I right?" she inquired, never breaking her serious demeanor.

Alec nodded, powerless.

"So, when you stole my phone, you were really targeting Mr. Morgenstern," she said and it didn't sound like a question this time. Alec didn't bulge. He didn't show a hint of an answer and somehow, his absence of reaction was probably a better answer than any words he could have tried to articulate.

"And you accepted this date, even though you're clearly not interested in me, to try to get more information out of me," Lydia added. She didn't sound hurt but there was anger in her blue eyes now and Alec felt guilt twist his stomach. It was a terrible feeling. "Now would be a good time to recover your ability to speak," she snarled.

"I'm gay," Alec blurted out and immediately closed his eyes, mentally cursing himself. He had to resist the urge to slam his head against the table.

Lydia seemed taken aback but huffed out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. "Well, at least I know it's not me," she chuckled half-heartedly.

"No, of course not," Alec rushed to reassure her. "You're great. Lydia, I swear, you're lovely. You're just… well, not my type."

Lydia crossed her arms over her chest and finally let go of his arm, leaning in her chair to give him a pointed look.

"Look," she sighed, "I don't know what you want with my boss but I don't think you know what you're getting into. He's a dangerous man and you should stay away from him if you value your life and the one of your loved ones."

"I know," Alec admitted reluctantly.

"Then why are you doing whatever you're doing?" she asked, dropping her voice to a whisper. "Are you crazy?"

"Probably a little bit," he replied honestly because clearly, they all were. "I… Look, Lydia, I'm not alone in this. I can't tell you anything without their agreement."

"Fine, call them and ask, then," she ordered. "Tell them this: I don't know what you're doing and why you're doing it but if you're working on bringing that man down, I want to help if I can."

He gaped at her for a second but quickly recovered, getting his phone out of his pocket.

"And don't run away from me," Lydia warned, narrowing her eyes at him, "because I will hunt you down."

Alec nodded carefully, rising to his feet. He immediately dialed his sister, stepping outside the restaurant. Night was starting to fall and there was a light breeze that did wonders to his warm-up skin.

"Hey, big brother," Isabelle chimed happily when she picked up. "Did she propose to you already?"

He heard Simon and Magnus chuckle in the background. He really didn't have the time or the willpower to joke around with her right now.

"Izzy, get the others and put me on speaker," he instructed firmly.

"Okay," she replied seriously, probably hearing something in his voice that he couldn't hear himself.

He heard shuffling and waited, fidgeting nervously, until Luke's voice interrupted his internal tumult. "Hey Alec."

"Am I on speaker?" he asked instantly. "Is everyone here?"

"Hodge is in the shower," Luke replied, "but everyone else is here."

Alec heaved out a deep breath. "We'll have to do it without Hodge then."

"Alec, what is going on?" Jace put in worriedly. "Is everything okay?"

"No, everything is very much not okay," Alec admitted, unable to hold back a groan. "Lydia knows."

"She knows what?" Isabelle inquired immediately. "That you're gay?"

"Yeah, that too but she knows I'm after Valentine. She knows Jace is too. She knows I'm using a fake identity and she knows I stole her fucking phone," he enumerated, his voice shaking slightly as he let his previous panic come back to him. "Shit," he whispered, to himself and to them. "She said she was willing to help if we were working to take him down," he added. "I don't know what to do. What the fuck am I supposed to do, guys?"

"Darling, calm down," Magnus said softly and it was surprisingly effective. Alec inhaled deeply, passing a nervous hand in his already disheveled hair.

"Okay, okay," he breathed out. "I'm calm. I'm super calm."

"What did she say exactly?" Luke asked and his voice sounded strained. Alec knew the feeling.

"Basically, she figured I stole her phone and that I did it to get intel on Valentine because she's his personal assistant," Alec put out more calmly. "She guessed that Jace and I were working together against him. She doesn't know more than that but she said she'd help us bring him down if she can."

"Do you believe her?" Luke inquired.

Alec paused. Did he? Did it even matter if he did?

"Yes," he replied without much of a hesitation. "But I don't have the best people skills so –"

"That's bullshit," Jace cut in, apparently guessing what he was about to say. "Stop depreciating yourself. You're a better judge of characters than Izzy and I. If you believe her, so do I. I've met her, I've talked to her. It's clear that she can't stand Valentine."

"If you say you believe her, I trust you," Luke added. "Bring her here."

"What?" Alec said. "I can't expose all of you! I'm fine with her knowing I'm involved as long as it's just me. I can probably make up something about Jace but there's no need to bring everyone into it when she only knows about me."

"Alec, we're a team," Clary chimed in, her voice fierce and determined.

"Exactly," Luke confirmed. "We're not going to let you take such a risk alone."

"We could at least think about letting him," Simon groaned before letting out a surprised and slightly pained shout. Alec had no trouble guessing that Isabelle had hit him. "I was joking!" he cried out. "Team spirit all the way."

Alec didn't answer immediately because his mouth had fallen open. They had all grown closer during the month they had known each other. It was inevitable when you shared a house and you saw one another every day but he had always kept, at the back of his mind, the idea that his real partners in this whole thing were his siblings. He had counted on them to have his back in case of trouble, no one else, not even Magnus. So if he couldn't answer, it wasn't because he was thinking, it was because of a mixture of shock and complete affection that hit him devastatingly, making his heart flutter in his chest. He had grown to care for these people in the last month and he was absolutely stunned to realize that he hadn't been the only one.

"Alexander?" Magnus called out. "Are you still here?"

"Yeah, I'm still here," he breathed out heavily. "J-Just… I mean… Thank you. All of you."

"Hey," Luke said gently. "We have each other's backs, okay?"

"Yeah," Alec smiled softly. "Yeah, we do."

"This is so adorable," Simon put in cheerfully. "Can we have a group hug now? Or do we have to wait for Alec to be back?"

"Izzy, please hit him again," Alec groaned and couldn't hold back a grin when he heard Simon's cry of pain.

"Stop hitting me, woman!" he protested loudly. "I bruise easily!"

"Bring her here," Luke repeated. "It will give us time to talk about what we're going to tell her and we'll talk to her together here."

"Okay," Alec agreed. "We'll be there soon."

He hung up quickly, ignoring the sound of Simon and Isabelle bickering in the background and what definitely sounded like someone had been pushed in the swimming pool. His money was on Simon.

When he got back inside, Lydia was playing absentmindedly with the dessert menu, scratching at a flawed spot on the front cover. He sat in front of her and she immediately looked up expectantly.

"They agreed to meet you," he said. "I'll take you there."

Lydia narrowed her eyes at him. "How do I know you're not going to just kill me and dump my body in the ocean?" she asked suspiciously but there was a genuinely worried edge to her voice.

Alec rolled his eyes. "Really?" he deadpanned.

"Yes," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly. "You stole my phone, I don't trust you."

Alec sighed and leaned back in his chair, gesturing for the waiter to bring them the check. "Would it help if I gave you my word that I won't hurt you?"

"Maybe," Lydia replied. "What about the rest of your gang or whatever you want to call it?"

"We call it a team," Alec retorted with an amused smirk. "I promise they won't hurt you either. We're not bad people. We're not murderers."

Lydia hesitated but couldn't reply immediately because the waiter arrived with their check. Alec put a few bills on the table and rose to his feet, looking down at her.

"So," he said, holding out his hand cautiously, "are you coming?"

Lydia took the outstretched hand.

"If you kill me, I will come back to haunt you," she threatened.

"Duly noted," Alec chuckled, guiding her to Luke's car.

.

Luke was waiting with Magnus on the porch when Alec pulled over the garage entrance. They were chatting animatedly but it didn't look like they were arguing, on the contrary. Magnus was smiling and turned his grin to Alec when he caught his gaze as he got out of the car and this simple smile was enough to soothe Alec's remaining concerns.

He gestured for Lydia to follow him and took the steps up the porch two at a time. As soon as he was close enough, Magnus put a comforting hand on his arm (his other hand was still holding a glass of wine and Alec had to resist the urge to roll his eyes fondly) and he leaned into the touch in spite of himself. Lydia joined them warily, glancing between the two strangers.

"Hi, I'm Luke," the latter said, holding out a hand and Alec was surprised that he gave her his real name.

"Lydia Branwell," she replied, shaking it firmly.

"Nice to meet you," Luke added with a smile.

She turned to Magnus, who let go of Alec's arm to shake her hand as well. "I'm Magnus Bane."

She frowned at him, narrowing his eyes as if to study him before she suddenly stood straighter. "I recognize you," she realized. "You were at the gala."

"Always nice to know I made an impression," Magnus retorted with a playful wink.

Alec rolled his eyes for real this time and pushed him inside.

"Come in," Luke offered gently, gesturing to the open front door.

She followed him inside. They walked to the living room where the rest of the team was gathered around. Alec was oddly relieved to notice they had taken down the white board that followed their study of Lydia's phone content. Jace and Clary were sitting together on a couch, Isabelle on the armrest next to him. Simon was on the other couch with Hodge and they both had wet hair. Someone definitely had ended in the pool and it certainly wasn't Hodge.

"I hadn't expected so many of you," Lydia uttered and she looked like she didn't know what to do with herself, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. She quickly recovered, though, holding her chin up in defiance.

Jace waved at her, a small smirk on his lips. "Hi Lydia," he said.

"Hi Jonathan," she replied before closing her eyes, looking like she was cursing at herself. "Or whatever your name is."

"Jace," he responded.

Lydia nodded and turned to face Alec. "What about you? I don't even know your real name."

"It's Alec," he admitted with an apologetic simple.

She eyed him up and down for a second. "Suits you much better than Tom," she eventually acknowledged.

Magnus chuckled and stepped forward. "Take a seat, dear," he offered, gesturing to an empty armchair that was usually Hodge's favorite. "We have much to discuss."

"Tell me about it," Lydia deadpanned but obliged. She stared at them silently for a moment.

"So," Luke started, clasping his hand together. "You must have questions."

"Only about a hundred of them," Lydia retorted and Alec was kind of impressed by the way she managed to appear so fierce, so confident when she was surrounded by strangers that had as many reasons to be wary of her as she had to be wary of them. "But I suggest you start by telling me everything and then I'll ask whatever questions I have."

Alec let out a deep breath and went to sit down on the armrest next to Simon. Magnus stood next to him, quietly sipping his wine.

"I'm not quite sure where to start," Luke admitted miserably, twisting his mouth awkwardly.

"Start with what you all want with Mr. Morgenstern," Lydia suggested. She shared a glance with Alec, but quickly darted her eyes away to focus back on Luke.

"We want to rob him," he replied cautiously. "And to take him down."

She gaped at him and her head snapped back to look at Alec in shock. "You said you weren't killers!" she uttered accusingly.

"No, no, we don't want to kill him," Luke corrected hastily. "We're not killers. I swear."

"Then what are you?" Lydia blurted out impatiently, throwing his arms in the air. "What is this little organization? The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen?"

"We have ladies too. I like the Avengers better," Simon chimed in and immediately ducked to avoid the slap behind his head but Isabelle was sitting on the opposite couch and Alec couldn't be bothered so he straightened up again, relieved.

"You're all crazy," Lydia muttered, looking between them in awe.

"We're not crazy," Hodge put in, rolling his eyes. "Luke, would you explain everything already? The poor girl is going to get the wrong idea."

"I will," he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "But first, Lydia, I need your word that none of what I'm about to tell you will leave this room."

She paused but eventually nodded carefully. "You have my word."

"What I am about to tell you will make you an accomplice in a felony. Do you understand?"

Lydia raised a curious eyebrow but nodded again. "If it can help stop that man, I'm willing to risk it," she uttered confidently.

Luke thus launched into the story of how and why they had become a team. He avoided the too personal details of their personal business with Valentine, simply mentioning that they did have some and Alec watched the myriad of emotions that succeeded themselves on Lydia's face. She was frowning all the while but her eyes were showing the full spectrum of feelings she was going through. When he was done, they all turned to look expectantly at Lydia.

"So, let me get this straight," Lydia blurted out, glancing between them in bewilderment. "You're all criminals."

"I'm not," Clary said with a small smile, raising her hand. "I'm an architecture drop-out."

"Me neither," Simon added with a wide grin but he quickly deflated. "Well, actually, I am now. I've done some illegal stuff these past few weeks."

Alec snorted, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "So did Clary," he stated with a smirk. "She just doesn't want to admit it."

"How are none of you in prison?" Lydia asked, gazing at Simon astonishingly.

"It would be bad for our reputation," Magnus put in with a smirk. "Although I did get arrested a few times."

"You did?" Alec asked, turning his head to look at him.

"Yes but nothing to do with my thieving career," Magnus eluded with a flourish.

"Let's get back to the important matters," Hodge interrupted, glaring at Magnus before turning back to Lydia. "Are you going to help us?"

She hesitated for a moment, her blue eyes darting to the rest of the team silently. She seemed to be struggling internally and none of them dared to cut her short. Alec knew it was a lot to take in at once and he was sure the others were just as aware of that as he was.

"Yes," she eventually sighed. "Yes, I'll help you."

"Great," Simon exclaimed enthusiastically. He rose to his feet, clasping his hands together. "So maybe you can explain your hellish color code to us because it's been driving me crazy."

She frowned, apparently oblivious as to what he meant exactly. Simon went into the dining room and came back a minute later, carrying the white board. He showed it to her proudly, gesturing to the results of their study of her agenda.

She turned an incredulous gaze to Alec. "That's why you stole my phone," she said accusingly.

Alec could only nod sheepishly.

"What does AP mean?" Simon asked, ignoring her blatant shock. "And why do you use yellow for it?"

"AP stands for Alicante Press," Lydia admitted, albeit slightly reluctantly. "Yellow means the appointment is likely to change."

"Alicante Press?" Isabelle echoed with a frown. "What business do you have with the Alicante Press?"

"I have regular appointments with one of their journalists," Lydia explained cautiously. "It's nothing really important. They just follow Mr. Morgenstern charity work."

Clary snorted. "Yeah, because he's such a generous person."

"I'm just doing my job," Lydia replied defensively.

"We're not blaming you," Luke put out with a gentle smile. "You working for him is actually better than we could have ever hoped."

Lydia seemed to hesitate but she nodded. "What can I do to help?"

.

Alec was standing by the pool, his eyes lost into the darkness of the night, quietly listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. This night had turned out to be very different from what he had expected. He was relieved, mostly, but he was also worried. He believed Lydia when she said she would help them but couldn't bring himself to fully trust her although he knew she had more reasons not to trust them than the other way around. It was just that he couldn't get rid of the voice in his head whispering that this was getting out of hands. The more people knew about what they were doing, or trying to do, the more dangerous it would be. And he had always been one to worry easily.

"Hey," came a shy voice behind him.

He turned around to face Lydia, forcing a smile on his face. She seemed to see right through it but didn't say anything.

"I came to say goodbye," she uttered quietly. "Jonath – I mean, Jace is taking me home."

Alec nodded sheepishly. "Hey, listen, I'm really sorry about all of this," he admitted awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I really didn't want you to get involved in all of this. I know this situation can seem…"

He stopped himself, unable to find the right word.

"Messy?" Lydia offered with a chuckle.

"Chaotic," he corrected, only half joking.

"Honestly, I'm sure you can pull this off," she said with confidence, putting a comforting hand on his arm. "Your team seems solid, from what I've understood."

"We are," Alec confirmed with a nod. "We work well together."

Lydia smiled and for a while, none of them talked. They just stared at each other, gazes straight and honest. Then, she relaxed and released his arm, coming to stand next to him, knocking her shoulder with his gently.

"So, how long have you and Magnus been dating?" she asked softly.

Alec blinked, gaping in shock. "W-We're not," he stammered, fighting back a blush.

"Yeah, right," she snorted disbelievingly before she took a closer look at him, her mouth parting slightly. "Oh," she whispered. "Sorry."

"We're not dating," he repeated because he felt like he needed to clarify the situation. "We're just… uh – We're – I don't know what we are," he admitted with a sigh. Great job clarifying the situation, Alec, he pondered to himself bitterly.

"It's alright," Lydia muttered gently. "You'll figure it out."

Alec smiled at her and it wasn't so forced anymore. There was something incredibly comforting in Lydia. Maybe it was the kindness that you could feel emanating from her. Maybe it was just everything else about her.

"Anyway, I should go," she said. "Your brother is waiting for me. I'll see you soon, I guess."

She got on her tiptoes to press a shy kiss to his cheek and gave him one last reassuring grin before going back inside, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

.

"So, I'm grounded and now I apparently need an escort to go to school."

Alec laughed, although he tried to make as little noise as possible not to wake anyone. It was around three in the morning – their lucky hour, as Magnus had decided to call it – and he was sitting on the patio couch, waiting for Magnus who would without doubt join him soon. His thoughts had drifted to New York, how he missed it and he had quickly realized that it wasn't so much New York itself that he missed – although he did too – but it was Max. Max and his hilarious stories, Max and his cleverness that was almost worrying for a kid his age, Max and his unconditional love. So he had called him.

"Max, you literally set the kitchen on fire," Alec chuckled.

"Not on purpose!" his little brother protested. "I was making an experiment for my chemistry class. My teacher is a moron."

"Don't talk about your teachers like that," Alec reprimanded him, rolling his eyes.

"He is, though," Max insisted. "He doesn't teach us anything interesting so I tried to teach myself. Mom went mental."

"Next time, don't. You could have hurt yourself," he replied firmly. "How is school, by the way?"

"Boring," Max said in a heartbeat. "I'm on my way there now. With my chaperone. His name is Jordan and he drives like a grandmother."

"Teenagers," Alec muttered under his breath before he realized how old it made him sound.

"I heard that," Max groaned but he actually sounded amused. "What about you? For once, I am in New York for longer than a month and you're not even here!"

"Hopefully, we'll be back soon," he sighed. He wasn't so sure about that but he wasn't going to tell his little brother.

"You sound like you don't even believe that yourself," Max mocked.

Alec had forgotten how intelligent that little rascal was. He looked up when he heard the door of the house open, smiling at Magnus as he made his way towards him. Magnus raised an eyebrow when he saw him on the phone but didn't say anything. He sat next to him, spreading his legs over his lap.

"Hey," he said softly, shifting so they could both be more comfortable, his free hand dropping over Magnus's shin, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his purple sweatpants.

"Who are you talking to?" Max asked.

"Just a friend," Alec replied carefully.

"It's the middle of the night in California," his brother deadpanned. "Did you find yourself a boyfriend?"

"Nope," Alec responded, clearing his throat. Max snorted disbelievingly. "I'm your older brother, don't patronize me Maxwell."

"Ugh," Max uttered in clear disgust. "Don't call me Maxwell. So, who's that guy?"

"Stop it," Alec groaned.

His brother laughed. "Fine but it's only because I can see you blush all the way from New York," he taunted. "I have to go. Jordan just pulled over in front of Idris." He paused for a moment, probably to get out of the car and grab his backpack. "I hate that school. I don't know how you guys survived here."

"I can't tell you, it would only get you in more trouble," Alec smirked.

"I'll ask Jace," Max retorted, probably smirking himself. "He'll tell me because he's a good brother."

"Oh, that's how it is?" Alec chuckled.

"That's how it is," Max echoed with a giggle. "Thanks for calling," he added more seriously. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," Alec sighed. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Yeah. Tell Jace and Izzy I said hi."

"Will do. Bye, Max."

"Bye. And get some sleep! Stop fooling around with your boyfriend!"

Max hung up before he could reprimand him. He stared at his phone with a wide grin, shaking his head fondly, feeling lighter than he had before and he turned to look at Magnus, who was gazing at him, a soft smile on his lips.

"Hey," Magnus said quietly.

"Hey," Alec repeated, his voice barely a whisper.

"Little brother?" Magnus asked. He nodded and Magnus could probably read the fondness in his eyes because he softened too. "Tell me about him."

"He's a little shit," Alec blurted out with unconditional affection.

Magnus laughed. "Must run in the family," he retorted with a smirk.

Alec would have protested but really between Jace, Izzy, Max and him, it was pretty much true.

Instead, he told Magnus about Max, his annoying intelligence, about how he was always ready with a quick reply, his absurd sense of humor, about his infuriating teenager know-it-all but incredibly endearing tendencies. And Magnus listened carefully, oscillating between laughs and quick nods.

When he was done, when he wasn't sure what to say anymore, he looked up at Magnus, his eyes lit up with fondness, his lips pulled up into a smile, and Alec felt his heart flutter in his chest and his lungs seemed to get rid of all their oxygen in one single second, leaving him breathless.

And Alec's mind did what it had done too much lately; it revolved around one simple word:

Shit.

Hello lovelies,

What did you think of the chapter?
Lydia is totally team "Valentine is an asshole" but then again, who isn't?

Also, I wanted to thank you lovely cupcakes because I'm getting so much love for this fic and I wanted to be sure that you know it's much appreciated! Although, you might turn that love into hate later but that's what's so beautiful about our relationship haha.

Have all the cookies:
"So, who wants to come with me to San Francisco to break into a vault from the nineteenth century?"
Isabelle paused their game of Mario Kart to raise an eyebrow at Magnus who was grinning devilishly at them. "Come again?"
"I'm bored," Magnus stated like it was a perfectly decent explanation.
"I'm not sure I follow," Alec replied, dropping his remote on the coffee table.

Damn Magnus, back at it again with the illegal shenanigans!

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Next chapter on Thursday! It's actually one of my personal favorites so I hope you'll like it :).

All the love,
L.