After that one time in the late 1900s, Magnus had started booby-trapping his bed whenever he planned to throw a party. He made it so that whoever would come in for those, ah, activities Magnus' party almost always resulted in (his drinks and the type of guests he invited made sure of it) would be doused in glitter the moment they reached the bed.

It had gotten to a point where it was such a normal thing, to spring the trap, and then snap his fingers once more to dismantle it after the party had finished and he had kicked all those bloody (pun totally intended) vampires out, that he didn't think about it anymore.

Nowadays, his life (and his thoughts, even when he tries his best to concentrate) has been taken over by a certain blue-eyed Nephilim. Still, his parties remained the same (and sometimes better, if he managed to get Alexander drunk).

…

Today was no different. Magnus had thrown a party for no reason whatsoever (though he says otherwise), and Alec was bored.

He was more than a little tipsy, and couldn't find his perfect boyfriend anywhere. He pouted, grumbling. It was very loud in the loft, and Magnus' disco ball wasn't helping Alec's building headache.

A giggling vampire came up to Alec. He wrinkled his nose at her perfume. My Magnus smells better, he thought, mood souring because he wasn't there. The vampire tripped on air and Alec felt something sticky land on his t-shirt.

"O-ooops," the vampire giggled helplessly.

Alec ignored the vampire, focused on more pressing matters. He still couldn't find his boyfriend. Why wasn't Magnus looking for him? He hadn't seen him for thirty whole minutes! He missed his boyfriend.

Alec glumly retreated into their bedroom to escape the noise and clumsy, drunk vampires.

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Magnus was listening to a werewolf ramble on. He'd stopped paying attention when she had started talking about her tattoo parlour (he was sure that it was very interesting, but, well, Magnus had someone more interesting on his mind), looking for a certain blue-eyed beauty. It had been only half an hour, but Magnus was suffering from separation anxiety. He was pathetic.

Then, they heard a surprised yell. It sounded familiar. And it was coming from their bedroom.

Oh, shit.

Magnus' eyes widened, and he raised his hands, magic crackling.

"EVERYBODY OUT!" he commanded, voice magically magnified. It did the trick. In seconds their loft was empty, and the only trace of the party left was empty cups, flashing lights, and pounding music, which Magnus silenced with a distracted wave of his hand.

He made his way to their bedroom, gathering magic into his palms. When he burst through the door, the balls of magic coalescing in his hands immediately dissipate and Magnus stared at his adorable shadowhunter. He chuckled.

For Alec, the poor soul, was covered in glitter and glaring murderously at the duvet.

Oops, thought Magnus, trying to quell his laughter.

He'd forgotten to warn Alec.

We all know how much Magnus loves his glitter. And his love for Alec, well, it knows no bounds (sorry couldn't help it). But, glitter on his Alexander? Well.

There, how'd y'all like that? Sorry there wasn't any romancing in it, but you bet Magnus is going to pay for forgetting to warn Alec ;) (When Alec isn't hungover, that is.) Andd, then we have adorable grumpy Alec who's also clingy as fuck. But that's alright, because Magnus is the same and we love them both anyway.

Anyway, hope you liked it! As always, I'd love your reviews and feedback! Let me know if you would like to see more pouty drunk Alec and some drunk Magnus too!

❤️ ananya