Here ya go guys! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been busy, and having inspiration problems! I think I might be ending this story with the next chapter, for I've kinda gone as far as I can with it. However, that does not mean that I am done writing Malecs! Most deifnitely not!
So I will try to make the next chapter amazing, but that will most likely be the end of my first Malec! I'd rather end it now while it's still ezxciting, then continue on until no one wants to hear it! _
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"Alec dear, I refuse to let you go to bed," Magnus stated, his expression stern, one hand on his hip. Alec sighed, turning toward the Warlock. "I'm not helping you take the decorations down Magnus, it was your choice to have the damn party," Alec was tired, and Alec got grumpy when he was tired.
Magnus, raising his eyebrows, snapped his fingers. All around Alec objects were flying around, some disappearing, while others-like the furniture-appeared out of no where, adjusting themselves to the previous arrangement. Under Alec's feet the Halloween rug flew forward, rolling itself up, and disappearing. Alec, having quite literally been swept off his feet, landed on the ground with a loud thump. Wincing, he looked up at the Warlock, frowning.
"Now dear, what makes you think that I wanted you to stay up to clean? I would never make you do that." Magnus grabbed Alec's hands, pulling him up. However, without letting Alec go, he grabbed the shadowhunter by the waist and lifted Alec up. Eyes widening, Alec wrapped his arms around Magnus's neck while wrapping his legs around the Warlock's waist for support. "Magnus," Alec hissed. "Let me down!"
Smiling mischievously, Magnus shook his head as he began walking into the bedroom. The blankets had been thrown around the room, many things out of place-not that Magnus was tidy, but it was organized clutter. Sighing, Magnus set Alec down, surveying his room. "You know, this is all your fault," Magnus pointed out, glaring at the shadowhunter.
"My Fault?" Alec asked incredulously.
"Yes, if you hadn't distracted me so, I would have realized that those naughty downworlders had gone into MY -er, sorry-OUR bedroom." Magnus crossed his arms, looking unimpressed. "They've gone and destroyed my organizing system," Magnus fretted.
Laughing, Alec pointed out, "Magnus, you don't have an organizing system." It was true, most of Magnus's clothed were either on the ground in the ridiculously huge closet, or lying around the bedroom. Jars of sparkling glitter littered the cabinet tops-well every top, leaving a slight sheen wherever they sat. Alec raised an eyebrow before walking up to him. Alec grabbed the Warlock's hands softly, pulling the in as the Warlock's attention instantly switched from the disorganized-not-so-organized room, to Alec's face. "Take the contacts out," Alec requested, frowning slightly. "I want to see your eyes."
Alec barely heard the snap as the Warlock's eyes changed from the deep blue to his Yellow-Green cat slits. What had once thrown Alec off, making him uncomfortable, had begun something that he saw every time he closed his eyes; Magnus's gorgeously unique eyes. "There we go," he murmured before Magnus pulled him close. Alec's eyes dropped shut as his hand gripped Magnus's hair. Alec felt Magnus bite his bottom lip ever so softly and he smiled against Magnus's lips, leaning closer. "You know, I'm not so tired anymore," Alec pointed out lightly as he kissed Magnus's neck.
Though Alec's head was in the crook of Magnus's shoulder, he heard the smile in the Warlock's voice. "Well Shadowhunter, that is good to hear for you have got a long time to go before bed time."
"What do you mean Jace is in the Silent City?" Alec asked through the phone, his eyes wide. This sounded a bit too much like the time when Isabelle, Alec, and Clary had all snuck into the silent city because Jace had gotten himself locked up for mouthing off to the Inquisitor. They had entered the city immediately feeling like something wrong, and the day had merely gone downhill from there; at least, until Magnus had arrived, just Alec had asked. He didn`t actually think that Magnus would have come, due to how distant and cold he had been to the Warlock, pushing him away, yet wanting him to fight for Alec.
Sighing, Alec listened to the other end of the call, his eyes widening slightly with every high-pitched word that Isabelle said. "Hold on, hold on, Wait!" Alec pleaded, his head beginning to pound from confusion. Isabelle repeated her story; Jace had been walking around when he'd been met with one of the Silent Brothers. He had told Jace that he needed to examine him, but Jace ran. He ran from the Silent Brothers! "What an idiot," Alec muttered while Isabelle recounted the tale. He hadn't gotten far, of course, when another silent brother appeared and everything went black. Jace had awoken in a silent city cell, and one of the silent brothers had told him that the curse had never been fully removed.
Alec remembered the night clearly; the room of demon babies, the dying woman loyal to the end, and Jace and Clary explaining how Lilith had appeared and what she wanted. Alec shivered whenever Jace explained that he had become bound to Sebastion through a life debt to the darkness. It had been then that Alec had learned that Jace been more than merely wounded that night by the lake. No, Clary had made the angel Raziel bring Jace back.
Yet, after the horrific night had been over, Jace ran down from the top of the hotel, breathless. He had explained that the body was gone. The shadowhunters-including Alec-had ran up to find that Jace had been right. The glass coffin was shattered, water soaking the ground. Sebastion was nowhere to be seen. The missing body had become the silent brother's main priority, and they had never checked Jace's chest where the cut curse had been made.
But, Isabelle was explaining over the phone, apparently the cut had healed itself, and he had once again become controlled, but this time by Sebastion himself. The Silent brother's had locked Jace up, unsure of what to do with him for the time being while they convened.
"I knew that something was wrong with Jace~" Alec pointed out with a hint of superiority in his voice. He couldn't help it. Alec had known that something was wrong ever when his sister hadn't; the parks of being one's parabatai; of course, Alec found it more of a curse when Jace was involved.
"Oh shut up Alec, listen I've gotta go meet Simon, but I figured you'd want to know where Jace has been for the past while." Isabelle's words made Alec instantly guilt-ridden; he had, on the contrary, silently celebrated whenever he didn't see the golden-haired boy. "Yeah, right," Alec mumbled as Isabelle hung up.
Well, the silent brother's would be busy with Jace, and Alec knew that he would not be allowed to see his brother. The other shadowhunters would continue as they always did, but Alec was sure that Clary would be taking a leave of absence-most likely to beat at the doors of the Silent City until someone let her in; Clary had not lived the shadowhunter life long enough to except the inevitability of death, or the art of distracting one's self with other problems if one could not be immediately solved. These were things that all Shadowhunter's had engraved into their hearts; this was made obvious when, later, Alec had arrived to find the Institute much the same as always; there was a slightly tense air in the kitchen over meals, and Isabelle seemed fairly worried, but training went on as usual, even though Isabelle would be alone with the new trainer, for Alec would be in a clave meeting.
Alec knew that Isabelle wanted to become an adult as soon as possible; she wanted to attend the meetings, make decision, and be known as an important part in shadowhunter society; however Alec did not want the added worry of knowing that Isabelle, as well as Jace, would be being put into even more dangerous situations, and would had more responsibility heaved onto their shoulders. Of course, who was Alec to talk as a barely-adult shadowhunter?
"Magnus, I'm home!" Alec called, feeling slightly foolish, but he also flushed with pleasure at the ability to greet Magnus at their home whenever he wished to.
"Oh! Alec dear," Magnus exclaimed as he ran from the kitchen. Magnus engulfed Alec in a hug before pulling away, his eyes tight with worry. "I heard about Jace, are you alright?" Alec didn't bother ask how Alec had found out, instead, he answered a soft, "yes."
Nodding seriously, Magnus added with a apologetic expression. "Well try to cheer yourself up, because I must go. The clave needs my help with some things, and I've just got a few clients to take care of before I can return to you." Magnus smiled down at the shadowhunter. Alec was surprised at first, but he realized very quickly into their relationship that he enjoyed having Magnus taller than him.
"Oh, alright," Alec muttered, his shoulders slumping forward; he had been looking forward to a day with Magnus, but a High Warlock had duties. "But come back soon, alright?" Alec requested, kissing his boyfriend before he walked out the door.
Sighing, Alec sat on the couch, turning the T.V. on. Alec had never been interested in watching television, and he quickly grew bored so, retreating to the bedroom, he found a book and sat on the bed. It was just any old book lying around that he'd been reading before, but it was enough to keep him busy for an hour and a half before the words began running together. Sighing, Alec threw the book back down onto a heap of colorful clothes. This day was going to be hell if Magnus didn't hurry up.
Alec ended up spending lunch with Isabelle at Taki's. The two discussed Jace's situation with grave expressions. Isabelle was still focussed on finding Sebastion, but Alec just wanted his brother back; at least, back to normal. He did know the importance of finding Sebastion, especially if the silent brothers could not fully destroy the connection, but his first priority was to see the curse lifted from Jace, and, hopefully, his attitude along with it.
After a while, Isabelle left Alec to see Simon, and Alec found himself wondering the streets of New York. He walked past the jewellery story with the old woman and he smiled fondly; Magnus had not removed the stone since he'd received it. Though Alec had been embarrassed and self-conscious when he'd handed it-well figuratively due to the Warlock's sneakiness-to Magnus, he had been so relieved when he watched his boyfriend's eyes light up with excitement.
Alec really wasn't sure if he could ever show Magnus exactly how much he loved him; but he figured he would have the rest of his life to show Magnus.
The thought of Alec's life brought forth unwanted thoughts and memories of Camille's hurtful words, his fear of growing older, losing Magnus's love, and his newfound fear of dying; Alec had never been truly afraid to die, maybe when he was younger; but ever since Isabelle, Jace, and Alec had begun going on hunts alone, he had always been worried for the two with him; their recklessness would give Alec premature gray hair.
And there was another worry; what about when Alec was older, and his black hair turned grey, his lips cracking. Alec couldn't bear the thought of Magnus staring at him in disgust, or feeling forced to stay with him. No, but he couldn't lost Magnus.
Alec no longer doubted Magnus's love for Alec, but he constantly worried if that love would last the tests of time.