A/N- Hey, hey, hey! Fat Albert here! Nah, I'm just joshin you. GOOD NEWS. My new webstie (I have lots now, YAY!) captainmoosen whose first name I DON'T KNOW, aha, gave me an idea that I MAY or may not use in this story. When/if/when I do use it, SHE GETS CREDIT FOR BEING AWESOME. WOOT!
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First and foremost, it was in no way my idea to go into the sketchy tattoo parlor/piercing shop, unarmed, and wearing a sweater. Magnus was the one who just had to get a new tattoo… although, I wasn't exactly complaining. The second we walked into the shop, he turned into old Magnus from Idris- tough, protective, badass, and unbelievably sexy. It's not that I didn't like every day Magnus, it's just that Idris Magnus is the man I fell in love with…

Seeing him in a tattoo parlor was like witnessing a child in a candy store. His eyes lit up and he inhaled the bitter scent of sweaty leather and ink. He led the way to a mahogany front desk that was graphitized with tons of different signatures underneath of very complicated looking designs. There were a few leather chairs along the opposite wall, which also had ink all over it. The entire place was much too small and smelled like a biker gang gone wrong. Magnus made the room seem brighter but I knew it was a dump.

There were tons of tattoo parlors around New York, especially Brooklyn, but of course Magnus would be the one to choose the dirtiest, scariest, most randomly placed shop in the state. And I was in love with this guy.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" boomed a loud, accented voice. The man behind the voice popped up from behind the desk and nearly made me jump out of my skin.

The young man fit the tattoo parlor owner stereotype almost perfectly- greasy black hair, bandanna, leather jacket, "I love mom" tattoo, the whole nine yards. The only difference was that he was wearing mostly pink, except for his black jacket and he was about 5'4". That didn't make any sense to me, but I didn't utter a word about it. He was intimidating, no matter what color he was wearing.

"Hey Frank!" Magnus said happily, flipping his hair out of his face in a very model way. They shook hands firmly and I listened closely to the man's accent again.

"You out of jail or did you just break out again?" he asked with a huge grin on his face.

He was from New Jersey.

"It was juvie," Magnus corrected. "But I'm legally out."

"Well it's great to see you, man!" Frank, probably barely thirty years old, turned to me. "And who are you?"

"Alec," I said, somewhat meekly sticking my hand out for him to shake. He did so and gave me a big grin.

"He your better half or what?" Frank asked Magnus.

In answer, Magnus slinked his arm around my waist so his hand rested on my hip and pulled me towards him. "Sure is."

"I'm happy for you, Maggie," he said, returning to his desk and flipping through a few papers. "Are you two here for a tattoo?"

"I am," Magnus said immediately. "I don't think Alec is really up for his first one just yet."

Feeling brave, I said, "I might get a small one…"

Frank blinked before laughing. "Just because it's small doesn't mean it's less painful."

"Oh."

I felt the stuffy air land on my back again as Magnus pulled his arm away to look through Frank's book of tattoos. Magnus had tattoos, more than I thought he did, but they were all subtle and hidden in such a way that you had to look for them. They weren't like Frank's; blatantly displayed and all over the place.

"Love," Magnus said. He made his eyes real big and batted his eyelashes. "Which one do you think I should get?"

"Something that says Magnus," I said.

He got that mischievous look in his eyes and I felt a little wary. "How about something that says Alec?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Frank you remember when I broke out and I stayed here for a bit, right?" he asked the tattoo owner.

"Yeah…"

"You told me about that signature tattoo thing," Magnus said. "I want to get that one."

Frank, seemingly embarrassed, rubbed the back of his neck and played with the ends of his air. "I don't mean to be rude," he said. "But I wouldn't recommend getting someone's name tattooed on you unless you're both dedicated to the relationship. I have my wife's name on me but… we're married."

"He's not William."

With a tiny shrug, Frank agreed to do the tattoo for him and handed me a pen and paper. When I asked what it was for, Magnus explained that Frank could make a copy of my signature using some computer program and get it tattooed on Magnus' skin. I signed my name on the paper and handed it back to Frank, blushing just a little. The tattooed man nodded and excused himself to the back of the shop for a moment while Magnus and I waited at his desk.

"You're going to get my name permanently inked onto your skin?" I asked.

"Tattoos can be removed, hon," he answered. "But yes, your name will be on my skin, in your handwriting. It'll be like you signed me; marked me as yours."

I bit my bottom lip. "I thought we did that last night?" I whispered.

He giggled like he always did when he didn't want to straight up burst into laughter and shook his head slightly. "I mean it in a way so everyone can see."

"Alright," I said. "How much is this going to cost, hm?"

"Won't even put a dent in my small fortune," he said slyly.

"Uh huh."

Frank returned then, carrying a new slip of paper with my carefully scribed signature printed on it. "This shouldn't be too hard to too," he muttered mostly to himself. "You have great handwriting."

"Private school until tenth grade will do that," I said shyly.

It didn't take long to get started. In no time at all, Magnus was lying on the short table, his feet hanging off the end, ready for his new tattoo with his shirt very much nonexistent. My signature was small enough that it fit above his right nipple, settling comfortably on his tan skin.

I held his hand throughout the whole thing, even though it was completely unnecessary. Magnus was chatting casually while Frank dragged a needle filled with ink onto his skin, making it turn a light shade of pink that didn't even compare to my blushing as Magnus talked nonstop about me. He kept giving me compliments and telling Frank all of these supposedly amazing things about me, while occasionally tossing around the suggestion that I should get a tattoo for myself.

"I'm not saying you have to get my name," he said as Frank finished up. "But a cute little design would be nice."

"Magnus," I muttered. "I don't know…"

"Oh come on," he said. "If you get it on your leg it won't hurt so badly."

"I don't have a very high tolerance for pain," I lied.

He scoffed. "Please Alexander. You faired pretty well with broken ribs and…" He paused, eyeing Frank for a second. "Boot camp."

Thanks, I mouthed, grateful for the fact that he didn't mention Sebastian. Just because I wasn't scared of him anymore didn't mean that I wanted to talk about him all the time.

"You don't have to get a tattoo if you don't want one," he murmured quietly.

I bit my lip as I thought for a moment and finally nodded, enjoying the look on his face. "I'll get one," I said.


"Ooh, I want this one," Magnus said. He plucked the pair of earrings from the rack and plopped them on the counter. His eyes lit up as he saw a silver hoop for his lips so he set it down next to the other piercings. "I want this one, too. OH MY GOD! And these!"

"Guess we're not gonna get dessert tonight," I muttered to myself.

I flinched when my jeans rubbed against my calf, making my skin burn uncomfortably. I'm proud to say that I ended up getting Magnus' initials on my leg, down near my ankle. Two cursive letters 'M. B.' were now etched onto my skin in black ink. If you looked close enough, you'd see that they were outlined in silver with tiny specs of green in them. Frank was a miracle worker and it didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it would. It was a little sore and stung some, but after being violated and having broken ribs, pain wasn't much to me.

"Christ, Magnus," he said. "You have enough metal in you already, why do you need more?"

"I don't need more," he whined. "I want more." Before even paying for it, Magnus took the hoop lip ring out of its tiny cardboard hanger and replaced his original diamond stud with it.

"Hey, hey, not around the other customers," Frank said. "At least pay for it."

"Sorry," Magnus muttered. He handed Frank an oddly small stack of bills and I realized that they were fifties. I questioned exactly how many places he robbed.

After he finished paying for and replacing his many new rings, including the tattoos, he dragged me outside and sat me down on a small bench. "Lemme see," he demanded.

I carefully lifted up the leg on my jeans so as to not scrape against my skin. The intricately drawn letters appeared and he smiled at them. I never would have told him this, but I was worried that I would eventually have to remove it. After me with Jace and Sharon, and him with Will, I almost lost faith in our relationship. But the love I felt for him was better and stronger than anything I ever felt for Sharon or Jace. It was real. And I trusted him enough that I knew he would never hurt me or use me to his advantage.

"Earth to Alec," he said, waving his hand in front of my face. His lip ring glinted in the afternoon sun and I wanted to kiss him so badly but he started talking again. "Where do you want to go now?"

"Uhm, I don't really care where we go," I said. "As long as you're coming with me."

"Aw, cupcake." He leaned forward to kiss me and the cold metal from his lip ring made for an interesting sensation.

"Seriously?" I whispered against his lips.

"Cupcake's not going to work then?" he asked.

"Definitely not."

A/N- Dear chapter, why are you lame?
Hey, at least it was longer this time (that's what he said) but reviews are still very much needed. There was a rather large My Chemical Romance reference in here because I'm crazy obsessed with that band. If you find it you get love and cookies from me.
-Ella, who needs so reviews to make her happy.