A/N: FUck fam. Ya girls gotta date this weekend and she's scared as fucking fuck. Also idk y I just said 'ya girl' that was just the worst thing ever I—

Also shadowhunters ends in like two weeks. It'll prob over by the time I finish this chap. What the fuck. THat's just not fair. I'm v upset.

Like how tf am I gon live without shadowhunters? It's my literal life. mY lITTERALLL life. This fanfic wouldn't be being made rn if it wasn't for shadowhunters. And now damn freeform or netflix or whoever tf cancelled it. I literally sob ab it every single day so if y'all r feeling the same plz review a sob fest with me.

Alright. Everyone knows what I'm gonna say now. Review, blah blah blah, it would 100% times infinity make my day and cover my depression from shadowhunters leaving me, blah blah blah, (so plz just review :)).

AND ofc I love all ur current reviews. FOR REALSIES. I agree w all y'all and thx for telling me ab the sequel thing I think maybe one day I might just do it and also I'm quite excited to show y'all the plans I have for this story.

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A long ten minutes later, after many minutes of sitting in silence, Alec finally decided to drag himself up from bed. Just in case whoever was at the door was a homophobic kidnapper or something. You never know.

He quickly slid on a pair of boxers, not enjoying being exposed to his own cat who was staring at him from the doorway. Pervert.

"Magnus? Are you there?" Alec awkwardly slipped into his dark living room, squinting. "What's going on?" He could see Magnus's dark outline by the door, frozen with his back stiff. He didn't respond to Alec.

What?

"Magnus?" He asked again, more worried this time. Alec walked up to him and gently put a hand on his shoulder. Magnus jumped at the touch, as if he hadn't heard Alec previously calling his name.

"Magnus? Can you answer me? What's wrong?" A horrible thought reached Alec, and he turned to look at Magnus's face. "Are you hurt?"

Before Alec could finish the thought, Magnus was backing up from the speaker, furiously shaking his head. Alec didn't know if it was an answer to his question or if he was denying something. Either way, Alec knew it wasn't good. Damn, why couldn't they catch a break of peace?

"Magnus," Alec said slowly, approaching him with open arms. "I want to help you. But you have to tell me what's wrong, okay?" He put his hands on Magnus's elbows, drawing him closer. Magnus looked at him with wide eyes, still shaking his head a little. It looked more like in denial, so Alec let go to go see who was at the door.

Magnus realized what he was doing with a start, chasing after him and putting a hand in front of him. "Alec, don't—"

Well. That just encouraged him more.

Before Magnus could stop him again, Alec reached an arm out and pressed the buzzer. "Who's there?" He asked.

"What? Who is this?" Alec cocked his head at the slightly familiar voice. "Magnus? You know it's me, Jem."

Alec's mouth fell open, and nearly felt his knees weaken with how quickly so many emotions passed through his mind. He saw Magnus cringe visibly in the corner of his eye. "No way," he breathed out in shock, without meaning to. He felt just as frozen as Magnus now. Anyone would.

"Um, what? Hello?"

Magnus was trembling slightly next to him, and Alec couldn't resist putting a comforting arm around him and drawing him close to his side. "What the hell do you want Jem?" He asked hotly. "It—it's very late right now," Alec spluttered out pathetically. His brain couldn't come up with anything else. It was late.

"I'm here for Magnus." Alec's blood ran a little cold with jealousy at the confirmation in his voice, and next to him Magnus shook more. Alec held him tighter, like it was grounding him.

"Magnus wants nothing to do with you," Alec said crossly. "And that still doesn't explain why you're here. At this hour."

"Well, why don't you let Magnus speak for himself?" Alec could hear the dirty smile in his voice, and his vision went a little dark with rage.

"That's not—"

Magnus put a hand up. It was unsteady, but firm. "Alec. It's alright. Go back to bed. I'll handle it," he whispered.

Alec snorted. "The hell I'm gonna leave you right now. Go ahead. Speak."

Magnus laughed a little, and wow, it was funny how suddenly Jem was forgotten. Just for that one blissful second.

Then Magnus turned back to the speaker, his smile wiped away and replaced with that horrible expression he always wore when he was nervous but tried to cover it up.

Why did Jem always ruin beautiful things? Things like Magnus smiling? It was sort of rude.

"Jem. I want nothing to do with you. Alec's right. Please just…leave us alone." His voice was small and quiet, and Alec clenched his eyes shut, wishing this would all be over and that Jem would just leave already. Magnus's usual facade was gone, and Alec could literally see the bare vulnerability in his face. It was almost strange, since Magnus usually used all his strength to keep it up. But now, it was gone in the blink of an eye. Because of...his ex-boyfriend.

Scratch that. It wasn't strange. Just extremely painful.

"Oh really? So it's 'us' now? Is there something…going on between the two of you?" Magnus winced, and Alec decided to answer for him again.

"I believe that that's none of your business."

"Really? I don't believe that—"

"Alright, that's enough. Alec, please, go back to bed and let me handle this. Do it for me. And Jem, I'll deal with you next."

"Magnus—"

"No. No buts," Magnus said. It painfully reminded Alec of earlier that night, when he'd said it in a completely different manner.

Alec bowed his head defeatedly. "I—alright. Okay. Just—don't be long, please. Don't…I mean, not that you would, but don't make a big deal out of this."

Magnus blinked, then nodded, returning his attention to the speaker solemnly. "Go back now, Alexander."

Alec nodded, pecking his cheek for a long second before turning back. The second he did, he heard Magnus begin speaking again.

And he knew he shouldn't listen. He knew that it was wrong, and Magnus probably sent him back to the room for a reason. Probably sent him back to hint that he didn't want Alec listening in on this conversation. But…

He was worried about Magnus. And Magnus was his boyfriend, so his business was technically Alec's. And, Magnus hadn't said he couldn't listen, so he supposed there would be nothing wrong with innocently standing in the doorway.

"Jem, you can't come to m—to Alec's apartment in the middle of the night and announce something like that," Magnus said heatedly. Announce what? What had Alec missed?

"Why not? It's a free country isn't it?"

"Yes, but we're done. I am done with you. And I need you to understand that."

Done?

Wait…

"Really? You seemed quite desperate when we were breaking up."

Magnus blew out an angry sigh, which Alec could hear from the bedroom. "Yes, obviously, but—you can't—I'm—we're done, Jem. I cannot get back with you, I—I don't even want to get back with you, and the nerve you have, coming here and telling me that you still love me after brutally breaking my heart—" The rest of his sentence was drained in his angry whisper, silent to Alec's ears. His heart wrenched in his chest, and unexpected tears pooled in his eyes. Fuck. This was stupid. He was confident in his and Magnus's relationship. He was confident that Magnus loved him.

But…Magnus had been wrecked when Jem had left him. Totally ruined. And now…Alec wouldn't blame him for feeling something if Jem had come back to say that he loved him still.

God. He shouldn't feel bad about this. He couldn't. He wouldn't. Well, he just wouldn't tell Magnus about it.

"Alec?"

Alec jumped, turning around with wide eyes. He hadn't heard Magnus stop talking. "Oh. H—hey. How did it go?" Alec asked awkwardly. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second. God, couldn't he just sound confident even for a minute?

Magnus took a deep breath. "Everything's alright darling. Don't worry, I sent him away." Magnus's eyes softened and he lifted the back of his hand to stroke Alec's burning cheek. Alec looked away guiltily. "That…whole experience was just a bit overwhelming for me. I don't—I don't know." Magnus let out a tiny laugh. "God, please just ignore me. I don't even know what I'm talking about."

Alec nodded quickly, turning back into the bedroom with a stupid lump in his throat. All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and hide under the covers forever. "Right. Okay," he said quietly, so his voice wouldn't crack.

Magnus followed him into the bedroom, slipping back under the covers with a shudder, as if trying to shake off the memory of what just happened. Alec slid in next to him with a shaky sigh, avoiding Magnus's eye.

The thing was, he wasn't unsure that Magnus loved him. He knew that. But…Jem was so intimidating. And confident. And sexy. Well, at least a lot sexier than him. Jem was basically everything that he wasn't, so Alec still couldn't help but have that nagging worry that Magnus still felt something for the other man.

He knew it was horrible to even think. He knew that he was being childish and dumb and just stupid in general.

But that didn't mean that he didn't get the right to think about it. Magnus didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't know that he was becoming worried.

"Honey? Are you alright?"

Fuck. Magnus might not be able to tell what he was thinking, but he could read his face like an open book. Which made a slight problem.

Alec blinked, then put up a false smile. "Of course." His voice was breathy and uncertain. He cleared it, as if that would make him sound more confident. "What makes you think I'm not?"

Magnus shrugged. "You were just sort of staring into space and laying down like you were in a coffin."

Alec winced. "I—oh. I didn't realize."

Alec could tell he was still worried, so he tried his best again. "Magnus, I'm good. I promise." Oh what lies.

Magnus hesitated, but then slowly returned the small smile. Alec's heart stabbed with pain a little, and he turned around completely, so he wasn't facing Magnus anymore. "Going to sleep," he muttered.

"Alright sweetie," Magnus murmured. Alec could hear the hurt in his voice, but he couldn't get himself to turn around and face Magnus again. He knew that if he did, if he saw the look on Magnus's face, he wouldn't be able to take it. He knew that he would break down, blurt out the truth, and Magnus didn't deserve that tonight. It was, after all, his night. And he'd been through enough already.

So he held it in.

Did he stay up all night thinking about it?

Of course.

But did that mean anything?

No.

Right?

The next morning, Magnus woke up to a wonky stomach and an empty bed. Quite a wonky heart, as well.

Church was the one who actually made him get up, in the end, as for at least an hour all he was doing was lying in bed staring at the ceiling and thinking about what had happened the other night.

The cat was nuzzling against his shin as he wrestled one of Alec's large t-shirts over his head, not bothering putting on pants. He cooed a little and picked the cat up in his arms, using him as a distraction.

"Where did Alec go, hmm?" Magnus spoke to Church, who just looked at him and cocked his head. "Out to the gym?" Church meowed thoughtfully, and Magnus set him down with a smile. "That's what I thought."

He padded barefoot to the kitchen, sighing as he looked through Alec's fridge. There was nothing but expired sour cream and orange juice. Magnus chose the orange juice. It would just have to do.

"Alright Church, where does Alec keep your food? Up there?" Magnus asked, pointing to the cupboard above the counter. Church meowed again, louder, and jumped up to go claw at where Magnus was pointing. Magnus took that as a yes.

"Did Alec already feed you?" Church blinked at him. Magnus shook his head. "Whatever. You deserve more, you cutie pie."

After feeding the cat dutifully, Magnus was just about falling asleep again. He fell back into bed, clutching the orange juice like it could keep him going. He stared at it for a moment, wishing there was vodka in his hands instead. That would really help ease the pain.

No. No, no he had promised Alec that he wouldn't.

Magnus sighed. He would just have to get through these emotions himself.

Jem breaking up with him was the best thing that ever happened to him. Jem was a toxic, evil asshole who had gratefully led Magnus now into the greatest relationship he'd ever been in, even if they'd just gone on one date. It didn't matter.

Alec was nothing like Jem. He was shy, uncertain, nervous when dealing or talking about feelings with him. That was one of the flaws in their relationship, just a little hiccup that they also got over. So yes, technically, in that aspect, Jem was better.

But Alec had the kindest, sweetest soul. He would save a fly from drowning even if he was drowning himself. Well—besides the fact that he despised bugs.

Jem was evil. He was like the cliche boyfriend, all the 'boyfriendy' traits anyone would want in their partner. But his personality was absolute…for lack of better words, trash. He wouldn't save a child from drowning if it meant that his life was at risk.

Church came once again and interrupted him from his thoughts. Once again. He hopped onto the bed with Magnus matter of factly, swishing his tail as he tried to find a good place to sit, which ended up being right on Magnus's chest. He smelled like cat nip and warm clothes. It was nice.

Magnus smiled at the vibration under his hands as he started stroking Church's fluffy fur. "Hmm. Church, do you think Alec left because of what happened last night? I mean, surely you remember. You were awake."

Church meowed absentmindedly at him, pushing into Magnus's hand for more when he briefly stopped petting. He continued.

Magnus frowned a little. "Do you think that Alec would think that I would…even consider getting back together with Jem?"

Church didn't do anything for a minute, then let out a small sound that Magnus interpreted as him saying 'obviously. It's Alec.'

Yeah. Magnus had some important things to do. "Right. I better go call him then. You stay here," he muttered as he slowly scooted out from beneath a grumpy Church. Church meowed in annoyance at the change in position, but Magnus was already up and searching for his phone in distress.

Suddenly, he yelled, "Hey Siri, call Alec!" hoping that it would call back to him for an easy find.

He was not mistaken. From underneath a couch pillow, he heard a muffled robotic voice. "Calling Alec heart emoji heart eyes emoji." Magnus smiled widely, forgetting that Siri called out the emojis from the contact as she read it as well. He jogged over to the sofa, digging for his phone as he heard it ring and then pulling it out triumphantly.

Just to have it go to voicemail a few seconds later. Lovely.

"Oh great," he murmured aloud, trying next to find Isabelle's contact. She would know where he was. Right?

She picked up on the third ring. "Magnus?"

"Yes! Hello Isabelle. How are you?"

"Uh, good, I—"

"Great. Look, I don't mean to be short with you, but this is important. Do you know where your dear brother Alec is?"

Izzy sounded startled. "I—um, no, no I don't, he—"

"Fuck."

Izzy was silent on the other end for a moment. "Why do you need to know? Is everything—okay?" She hesitated, as if she were afraid it was none of her business.

Magnus hesitated next. Then he shook his head, scratching the back of his neck as he paced through the living room. "Yes. Yes, of course everything's fine, it—I'm probably just overreacting. Look, I have some important business to attend now. Lovely talking with you again, dear."

Izzy sounded happier over the phone when she spoke again. "You too. We should really hang out again, talk, maybe over lunch?"

Magnus had already gotten distracted and was barely listening to what she was saying. "Yes, yes that sounds great. Text me about it. Talk to you later?" He spoke quickly.

Izzy sounded surprised again. "Y—yeah, yes of course. Good luck finding my chaotic brother."

That did not help calm Magnus's nerves. "Thank you. I'm afraid I might need it. Goodbye."

"Bye," she said with a laugh, as if Magnus were joking. He was not.

Magnus called Jace next, getting the number from Izzy. She texted it to him.

"Jonathan!"

He could almost hear Jace roll his eyes. "Magnus. How lovely to hear from you," he said sarcastically. Magnus grinned.

"Yes, always a pleasure. Listen—"

"How'd you even get this number?"

"Isabelle. Now, did Alec show up to work today?"

Jace sighed. "He did, for a second. To tell me to tell our boss that he had come down with a very bad flu virus as an excuse on why he was missing so many days."

"Right. What time was that, exactly?"

Jace blew out an exhale. "I don't know. Maybe seven a.m.?"

Magnus checked the time. It was eight.

So Alec hadn't left that early. God, if only Magnus was an early riser. He could've talked it out with him. "Did he seem…distressed or angry in any way?"

Jace sounded irritated. "May I ask what this is about?"

"No. Answer the question, please."

"No, no Magnus he did not sound distressed or angry. Maybe a little lost. In a weird way. But then he ran off somewhere, and no I don't know where. Can I go back to work now?"

Magnus sighed, giving up and falling onto the couch. "Yes, go ahead. I—nevermind."

The call ended with a click, leaving Magnus alone again in the dead silent, slightly cold apartment. He shivered, reaching down to snatch a discarded, fuzzy blanket off the ground and curl up in it.

Maybe if he just rested his eyes for a bit. Maybe if he just took a small break, he could clear his head. Or maybe it would pass the time in hopes that Alec would be back when he woke up.

Magnus opened his eyes again to a brighter room and the sound of small, padding footsteps. He sat up hastily from the couch, looking around wildly in excitement when—

He groaned, and laid back down. It was just the cat. "Church…" he whined. "You pesky beast."

Church was guilty of the footsteps. He was trotting around the flat, probably looking for something to do. Magnus dragged his phone off the coffee table to check the time. Eleven a.m. And Alec still wasn't there.

If he had been at the gym, he would've been back by now. And he wouldn't have skipped work for it.

So Magnus, in an attempt to calm himself down, decided to get up and make himself some tea. That always helped with stressful situations.

"How 'bout some chamomile, Church? Does Alec have any of that?"

Church gave him a judgy look, then went back to licking his paws. Magnus rose his eyebrows, then rolled his eyes. Church was useless.

Alec's kitchen always smelled of fresh bread and lavender, a strange combination but a somewhat suiting scent for Alec. Magnus smiled when he smelled it, rubbing his fingers together. The scent was familiar and comforting, and made him think that Alec was right there next to him.

Magnus frowned, his fingers ceasing their rubbing. But Alec wasn't with him. And Magnus wouldn't be able to see him for god knows how long. When Alec thought about something too much, there was no telling what he could do. One time his childhood cat had run away and he'd called Magnus drunk at midnight (when he was only fifteen) to say that he was very sad about losing his cat. And he'd turned out being at the local bowling alley, trying to get in without a pass or having to pay any money. Magnus had picked him up.

Alec Lightwood sometimes did some crazy shit when he was hurt. And Magnus was usually there to help him through it, but how could he do that if he had no idea where he was?

Magnus set down the mug he'd been clutching. Now was no time to make tea, he decided. It was time to find his boyfriend.

It was around one when Magnus had decided to take a break from looking. He had gone to check the bakery that he worked at, just in case, to the university, (where his professors had confirmed that he hadn't come to class), and countless other common places Alec went to every day. But there was absolutely no sight of him anywhere.

It was cold outside. It was most days, but a strong November wind rocked through the city that day in particular, making Magnus shiver as he practically ran past people on the sidewalk. He was beginning to seriously regret his outfit—ripped jeans and t-shirt. The weather forecast had lied about it being warm, sue him.

He was racing down the streets back to Alec's place. He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to get in without a key, but maybe Alec had come back and would let him in. He really hoped so.

The sky was cloudy and the air buzzed with electricity. Magnus sensed a storm gathering up. And, of course, the weather prediction had been sunny.

The tens of tall, tainted blue glass buildings reaching into the sky looked baffling against it's dark grey color. The colors were dark and gloomy, and they fit together on the foggy skyline. It gave Magnus a sense of unease, like something bad was going to happen, and he walked faster, pulling out his phone. He swerved a few mumbling tourists as he attempted to multi-task by calling Isabelle again.

"Magnus! Any news on Alec?" She sounded quite the opposite of how he felt; optimistic and hopeful. Magnus wanted to smack himself in the face at her words. Of course she hadn't found Alec. She would've called if she did, idiot.

He shook his head frantically, even though she couldn't see him. "No, no nothing new at all," he said sharply, trying not to let his helpless panic seep into his voice. From Izzy's response, he assumed that she heard it anyway.

"Why would he just run off like that, without any warning or reason?"

Magnus hesitated. "Well, I don't want to get into it right now, but he might be upset about something that happened last night."

"What happened?" she asked with curiosity, ignoring what he had just said about not wanting to talk about it.

Magnus sighed heavily, pausing at a street crossing for the red hand to turn to the green go. He leaned against a pole and closed his eyes for a second, resting his face in his hand.

"Jem came back. To admit that he still loved me. I know it sounds insane, but it's actually true. I swear I wasn't dreaming."

There was a gasp. "Oh my god. Really? Wow, I—I can't believe it. That's—I'm really sorry, Magnus."

Magnus sighed again. "Yeah, me too. I don't know how that mechanical fuckup keeps squeezing back into my life, and ruining it. It's really frustrating," he admitted.

"Yeah, I would think," she replied sympathetically. "Again, I'm so sorry. This must be terrible." She paused. "Wait, did Alec hear it all? Is that why he's upset? Do…do you think he got jealous?"

Magnus's insides clenched painfully. "I—"

"You know what, don't even answer that. Let's be honest, we both know Alec, he probably did get jealous. Of course."

Magnus wanted to laugh, but it got caught at the lump in his throat. "Yeah," was all he could mutter back as he crossed the street, pushing a hand through his hair to try and fix it somewhat from the damage of the wind.

"Alright Magnus. Don't worry. I'll take some time off work and go look for Alec with you. Text you any updates. Good luck."

Magnus walked up the familiar street to Alec's apartment, crossing his fingers. "You too. Thanks. Goodbye."

"Mhmm."

Click.

Now Magnus was standing in front of the apartment flat, staring up at the dusty, small, retro windows on upper levels, knowing exactly which ones where Alec's. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, and stepped up to press the buzzer with shaking hands. He started praying to every god he could think of in his head. After about a minute with still no response, Magnus buzzed it again. And then again. And again and again and again until he was reminded of the night he had come to Alec's after Jem had broken up with him, broken and alone. He shuddered at the memory, squeezing his eyes shut and buzzing it one more time.

"No, no no no no, why? Why does this have to happen to me?" He whispered aloud as he slid to the ground, his back against the solid, locked door. "We just got back to each other, no no no no Alec please—"

His face was in his hands and his knees were brought up to his chest as he breathed heavily. He wanted to just sit there and sob and wait and then sob some more and then wait some more. For Alec. He would do it. He would've totally just sat there and waited for Alec for hours, or however long it took for Alec to come home.

He started panting harder as more disturbing thoughts overtook him. What if Alec was gone for a different reason? What if some freak had taken him? He doubted it, but the city was unpredictable and shit happened to adults too.

It just made it harder for Magnus to hold in the tears.

Thunder clapped overhead, making him jump, and then his phone started buzzing a second later, making him jump again. He was nearly trembling when he fumbled to get it out of his pocket, staring at the caller ID. It was his old friend, Tessa. He composed his voice the best he could before he picked up, not even bothering lifting the phone up all the way to his ear. He put her on speakerphone with a shrug. No one was around.

"Hello? Tessa?"

"Magnus. How lovely to hear from you." He could hear the irritation in her voice as she tried being polite, and he knew that she was never happy to hear from him.

"What do you need, Tessa?" he said with a sigh. "Because, no offense, I'm a little bit tied up in my own issues right now."

Tessa sounded more annoyed. "Well then can you at least tell your dumbass boyfriend to leave my restaurant? Because he's been here for about four hours and barely eaten anything and goddamnit, there are other people waiting!" she snapped.

Magnus couldn't get words to work in his throat for a solid minute, couldn't get himself to breathe properly. It was quite a startling contrast, from breathing like he'd just run a marathon to not being able to breath at all, he thought.

Taki's. How, how in the world could he not have thought to look there?

He let out the breath he'd been holding shakily, closing his eyes in bliss.

"Magnus! Are you there?!"

Magnus blinked, and then let himself collapse in crushing relief. He was near tears again. "Oh my god," he whispered at first, closing his eyes again and covering them with his free hand. Then he started smiling widely. "Oh my god. Oh—okay, okay I'm—thank you so so much, Tessa, I'll be there in five, than—I owe you tremendously," he babbled as he scrambled up from the building's steps and starting nearly sprinting down the street.

"Yeah, you already owe me enough, but alright. Also, I'm not going to ask."

Magnus started laughing, wildly throwing his head back and ignoring the strange looks he was getting. "Yes. It's probably better that way. Thank you. Goodbye."

She ended without a bye back, but Magnus couldn't even get himself to care.

Holy fuck.

It was very strange how much someone could lose their minds after being separated unwillingly from their loved ones. For less than a day.

Huh. Maybe it was just Magnus. Maybe Magnus was just insane.

The relief Magnus felt when he stormed into that restaurant nearly made his knees buckle. His breathing simply collapsed, and before he knew what was happening he was throwing himself at a very surprised Alec.

"Oh dear god," he mumbled into Alec's ear, clumsily petting at his hair with one hand while the other was clutching it.

Alec had been sitting slumped in a booth, idly rubbing a french fry between his fingers as he stared off into space. He'd made a small noise of shock when Magnus had jumped onto his lap, throwing his body around Alec's in joy.

"Oh you stupid idiot," Magnus blew out, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck and pulling Alec closer still. "My stupid, stupid, dumbass idiot."

After a second, Alec gulped but hesitantly wrapped his arms around Magnus as well, returning the embrace. Sure, the position was awkward and the entire place probably thought they both had problems but Magnus could give less fucks about any of that. All he was focused on was Alec. Alec was here. Alec was safe. Alec was in his arms again. And now he wasn't sure how he'd ever be able to let him go again.

"Magnus…?" Magnus almost cried in relief at the sound of him, glad that his face was hidden and that Alec didn't have to have him see the way he was reacting to something as small as this. For fuck's sake, they'd only been apart a few hours. And Magnus was a grown ass man. He could control his emotions.

Apparently not his mind, though, because he had done way to much thinking in those few hours, coming up with a multitude of possibilities and problems and everything that could've ever possibly gone wrong with Alec.

"Magnus?" His voice sounded more concerned now, and he tugged on the back of Magnus's shirt a little, to pull him back. Magnus took one last deep inhale of his skin, one last whiff of his gorgeous scent that he hadn't realized how horrible it had been to be apart from, and then pulled back. He immediately missed the warmth, though, and the comfort, and wished highly in his head that Alec would just get along with it so Magnus could continue to smother him.

Oh dear.

He changed that last thought.

Apparently not being able to see his lovely boyfriend for a few hours had taken quite a toll on him as well. Magnus almost whimpered. He suddenly felt a wave of gratitude at being the only one who got to truly admire him like this, to truly appreciate and own all of his beauty. It was all his, and no matter how many people gave him looks in public or winked at him, Magnus knew that Alec would always be his.

His glossy, always messy black locks, sitting on his head so casually and making Magnus want to dig his fingers in them just to mess them up more. His plump, full lips, always red from biting, a habit that he tended to have that Magnus loved. His dark, pretty lashes, sweeping down to nearly touch his cheekbones. God, Magnus wanted more then anything to kiss his stupid idiot. Kiss the surprised look right off his face, touch his lips…

The lips that were moving. Whoops.

Magnus brought himself back to reality at the exact moment Alec had read his mind. Again. That seemed to happen a lot between them, Magnus thought. He liked that.

"Magnus?! Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" Alec said, not even trying to be gentle. Magnus cooed a little, cupping Alec's cheeks in his hands and petting him like he would a dog. Alec frowned and made a face, blushing despite himself. Before Magnus could answer, Alec pulled him off, squirming away from Magnus's embrace so he could untangle himself and scoot farther down the bench. He turned and face Magnus, his hair a little messier than before because of Magnus's doing and unbelievably sexy. Magnus felt a little winded, just by looking at him. When Alec threw his head back in annoyance, baring his long neck, it didn't really help the situation.

"Magnus. You're still not listening to me." Alec stated it as a clear cut fact.

Magnus shook his head a few times, closing his eyes and covering his face with his hands. "Sorry, sorry, I—you—you're just too distracting." Magnus kept his eyes closed but lifted his head. "Alright. I think you can continue now."

Alec laughed. Magnus's jaw dropped a little, and he started shaking his head again.

"Nope. Not if you make those noises. Don't laugh. Don't do that to me."

Alec suppressed a small giggle, but Magnus could still hear it. He was silent for a few seconds, and Magnus realized it was because he had embarrassed Alec. So right about now, he was probably trying to get the blush off his face, trying to compose himself…

Well, Magnus was only human. He had to look at that.

He opened his eyes again, and swooned.

"Well darling, I'm sorry, but I think we've lost all hope on me trying to pay attention to you. Maybe if you stop being so attractive…" Magnus trailed off, murmuring. He was a little distracted.

Alec shook his head again, in disbelief, like he was trying to convince himself out of feeling confident, to convince himself that Magnus's words were lies and that he wasn't worthy of them. Magnus knew that look.

And he sighed. One day he would really teach Alec that it was okay to be selfish. It didn't have to be all negative things.

"Magnus, we've only been separated for a couple of hours! Why—how—are you okay? Did something happen in the meantime? What did I miss?" He clapped his hands together, getting ready to hear the news. Magnus smiled. His stupid, idiot, dork.

Then he took a deep breath. "Alec, I was going insane. First of all, do you know how disappointing it is to be woken up by a cat then a devastatingly handsome young man? The man that you were expecting to wake up to?"

Alec ducked his head, almost in shame. Magnus would comfort him, he really would, but he had to finish before he did anything.

"And then how terrifying it is to find out that that man isn't in his own apartment, especially since it's so early in the morning? And that none of his siblings or friends have any idea where he is? So then you just go looking for him all over the city until hours have passed and your jumping out of your skin thinking that you could've just lost that man again, right after getting him back? Do you know who that man is Alec?" Magnus ranted out with a manic edge to his words.

Alec's head ducked lower, and he nodded, like a child being confronted by a parent. Hell, Magnus almost felt like the parent in his situation. Alec needed to learn his lesson. He couldn't do this to Magnus. Magnus was just a small old man. His heart couldn't handle getting him back and then losing him in the same week.

"I'm—I'm sorry. I didn't think that you would notice."

Magnus scoffed loudly, laughing a little hysterically. "You—you didn't think—oh, of course you didn't—"

Alec cut him off. "Look, I just wanted to go out to get a breath of fresh air—"

"At seven in the morning? Really Alec?"

"Yes! Okay, you know I'm a morning person. So anyway, I got distracted, and before I knew it I was here and wanted to go inside to maybe have a short meal, maybe get reminded of happier memories, like our first date. And it just got a little out of hand."

Magnus sighed, glowering at him. "Alec, you know that it is lethal for you to be left alone with your own thoughts for so long. What were you overthinking, Alec?"

Magnus was pretty sure he knew what it was, but he had been seriously wrong about these things in the past, so he had to make sure.

Alec opened his mouth, hesitated, then closed it. After a second, he spoke again, shyly. "Well…I don't want to say. You don't want to know."

Magnus gave him a look. "Tell me. I deserve to know what caused you to completely ruin this fine morning."

Alec scratched the back of his neck, biting his lip and staring up at Magnus from underneath heavy lashes. "I…well, I wasn't—I definitely wasn't jealous from what happened the other night, but…I don't know the whole thing, it just—" Alec flailed his arms a little bit. "The whole things just threw me off, a bit. I mean—I'm totally confident in our relationship, but Jem is…I mean I can't compare to him, he—he's so—" Alec cut himself off with a frustrated noise as Magnus's heart did a little twist in his chest. His face softened, and he reached out to cup one of Alec's soft hands lightly.

"Oh Alec. Alec you have absolutely nothing to worry about at all. I'm really sad all that had to happen, especially the night of our first date, but there's no way that I would've even considered getting back together with Jem, even if I wasn't with you. No way. Jem's an asshole, as you always tell me, and him breaking up with me was the best thing that ever happened. Oh, and if I ever hear you say that you can't compare to Jem, I'm going to slap you," Magnus added matter of factly.

Alec's face loosened, his body relaxing and his eyes crinkling as he gave Magnus a toothy laugh. He turned his hand in Magnus's, linking their fingers together. Magnus brightened, and he grinned as Alec pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

This time, they didn't break apart for a while.

Well, until Tessa came back to yell at them that they needed to leave so she could seat new customers. They walked out hand in hand, smiling and laughing, just like they had done the night before.

A/N: Baaaaaaah okay I kinda hate this chap I'm sry.

Y'all. I found a way to plan out my time better so I have more time to write every day. It's called not listening to music while doing it so I can actually focus for more than three minutes. You're welcome.

You guys. The. Series. Finale.

This is—

Ok I won't spoil just in case but it was literrrraaaallllyyyy sssssooooo ssssaaaaddd I WEPT like no joke ugly cried for HOURS and then went to be with a roll of toliet paper next to me because I was too lazy to go downstairs and get tissues and then the next morning I watched clips from the finale and started crying again which was unfortunate because I had just put on makeup. Fuck.

I can't. I literally don't even wanna think about losing Shadowhunterssssss Y'ALLLLL plz help and review and tell me I'm not the only one.
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Right, right I did. And you should also review tho.

But like, along with all those things, don't forget to review.

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Goodbye, and good day. I can't even.

-Em—WAIT I FORGOT. U SHOULD REVIEW—ma