A/N: I know I haven't been very diligent in my updates! I'm really sorry for that... life's just been crazy. I have no excuse.

So, to honor Thanksgiving I wrote this. It's gonna be really adorable and very fluffy.

Just accept the fact that Alec hasn't written in his journal for a while. Assume he was mindblown for like a month on the glitter and amazing super-mega-foxy-awesome-hot-ness of Magnus and Adam Lambert in the same room and couldn't formulate a proper sentence for almost a month!

I have to thank everyone who has reviewed so far! From last chapter: Yurie-chan, Patricia Sage, Fallen Avenging Angel, and MaybeThere'sHope. Reviews keep me writing, even at my own snail's pace!

Without further adieu, the next chapter! Enjoy!

Thursday Nov. 25

I don't know what gave him the idea, but Magnus demanded I spend Thanksgiving with him. I was double willing- it's high time I spend the holidays with him (isn't that what they're for; lounging around with the people you love?). Izzy had also declared that she was going to be cooking, giving me another equally strong reason to find a way out of the house.

My boyfriend was ecstatic that I decided to eat at the flat. His enthusiasm was adorable. That was Monday. By yesterday, his incessant talk of meal planning was the slightest bit obnoxious.

When noontime rolled around, I grabbed my key and stele, shoved them in the pocket of my sweatshirt, and ran out into the frigid New York air. I opted to walk, figuring I could use the exercise if Magnus had snapped up half of what he'd planned. The walk to the flat was one of the fastest I'd ever taken; there was hardly any traffic, pedestrian or otherwise.

I took the stairs two at a time. It was a habit I'd adopted when I had to sneak out and time was precious. I couldn't seem to shake it.

After several minutes of fiddling with the key, cajoling it inside the lock, and a few choice words, I finally got the purple key to let me in. The scene I walked in on was hilariously ridiculous. Magnus was struggling to pull the massive turkey out of the oven. His jeans were coated in flour, two handprints on his but from where he'd tried to smack the powder off his hands. His hair was flapping in his eyes- down loose and long.

I tried to hold back my laugh.

It didn't work so well.

Shadowhunter stealth is clearly not my strongpoint.

Without looking over his shoulder, Magnus asked, "You think you could do it better, Alexander?" Still heaving on the turkey, he managed to flip his bangs and sneak in a snarky scoff.

"Naw. I just think my boyfriend could use a little help," I snuck up behind him- Great! Now the stealth rune works!- and pulled him back by his sparkle laden shirt. "I do have some extra training."

"Oh yes! I forgot that shadowhunters went through 'How to Take a Turkey Out of the Oven 101.'"

"Back up!" I laughed.

"Get out of the kitchen and go… watch TV or something! I have got this under control. I am able to make Thanksgiving dinner, no matter what you OR ANYONE ELSE says! Let me cook!"

"Pent-up aggression much?"

"Sorry… I can cook, and the last time I had someone to cook for was in the fifties. Instead of me cooking, though, I had to choke down dry turkey and green bean casserole that tasted like feet."

Deciding it was less difficult and more entertaining to watch Mags struggle than to make the point that pulling dinner out wasn't technically cooking, I hopped up onto the counter between food and dirty dishes.

We talked, Magnus sang Sure Fire Winners, and I was educated in the proper way to make stuffing. I was surprised to watch him cook; he seemed adept. Was it really just laziness that kept him from cooking all the time? From the smells wafting through the kitchen, he was more than adept at preparing food by hand.

"Why don't you just magic up food?" The icy-death-glare my boyfriend gave me screamed shut-up-and-you'd-better-appreciate-the-effort-if- you-want-to-get-any. "I-I-I mean, you normally magic some up. Why not today?" The sharp lines eased quickly from his tan face.

With a wink, he replied, "I save it for special things: holidays and my hair!" After an hour of joking conversation and minimal culinary action from me, we finished dinner.

"Iiiii haaave a suuuuurprrriiiiiiise foor yooooooooooooooouuu!" Oh Angel! Not the Convincing Voice! Magnus grabbed my wrist, pulling me down from the counter and into the living room. The flat had been transformed. The lights were dimmed, and in place of the turquoise couch was a single round table covered with a white tablecloth. Candles cast a flickering light over the place settings. Zooming in from the kitchen was all the food- the turkey, the casserole, the sweet potatoes, the mashed potatoes, the cranberry sauce, the two pies, and the rolls.

"It's like Fantasia on crack!" he boasted. Only Magnus would think to call his magic "Fantasia on crack." I don't think I ever even saw Fantasia*- Izzy did, I know for a fact. I can't remember ever going with her though.

"This is really sweet, Mags." A genuine smile broke out on his face. Not a smirk, or a saucy grin, or the funny face he'd make in the morning when I would get him to make me pancakes with a "good-morning" kiss.

"It's all for you, sweetness."

"I feel so cliché!"

"You wanna feel really cliché? What are you thankful for?**"

"I'm thankful that I don't have to spend this year hiding from the Clave and from my parents and from everyone in general. I'm thankful that I'm comfortable enough to kiss you in front of other people. I'm thankful for Clary barging in on my life and for Izzy dragging us all to that party, because without that I wouldn't have met you. And I'm thankful that I'm here right now."

Even now, after all the time I spend with Mags, I'm usually not that talkative. I don't give monologues. When I do talk, I avoid my emotions. It's awkward and uncomfortable for me.

I could feel the blood flooding my face in a burning rush. Staring down into my plate of turkey drowned in fat-free gravy (the one dish prepared with magic. Yet another innovation magic made possible.), I stammered, "Wh-what about you?"

"You. I'm thankful for you."

*Does anyone else find Alec the kind of person to watch Fantasia? I didn't think so!

** My family really does this. Cheesy and cliché- I know.

A/N: I literally wrote this in the twenty minutes between dinner and pie, so sorry for any mistakes. I think I went OOC, but I got the plot bunnies and had to sneak away to write this! Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!

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