Happy holidays everyone.

For some reason, I always forget the year jump between Magnus and Alec getting married and them becoming THE power couple of Alicante. I know that Darren Swimmer and Todd Slavkin wanted to give the show a decent send off and a 'happy' ending for (almost) everyone.

Don't even get me started on how they screwed Clary. No really, what's the point of giving her the power to CREATE runes, if the angels are going to punish her when she CREATES runes?

And using her Mom to tell her the bad news. That's damn rude.

Anyway, you're not here to read my rants, are you?

You're here for fanfic.

That rant was only to let you, my dear reader, know that this fanfic occurs within that skipped year. Alec is still the Head of the Institute and Magnus has regained his title as High Warlock of Brooklyn, because we all know that Lorenzo doesn't deserve it.

Just between you, my dear reader, and I, Lorenzo should have stayed a lizard just a bit longer. How awesome would it have been for Clary to bond Alec and Catarina with the Alliance Rune? But it was not to happen.

LMAO, I keep going on rants and I see you rolling your eyes and muttering, "Are you ever going to get to the fanfic?"

So with no further distractions, I present A Day in the Life of the High Warlock of Brooklyn.

Enjoy.

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Magnus is finishing his second cup of coffee, when his phone beeps with a text message. He sighs, "I'm not ready for warlock issues," as he reaches for the phone.

Hubby sent a text

Magnus sits up with a smile, as he taps the screen.

Hubby: I'm so bored.

Magnus chuckles to himself as he types: That bad?

Hubby: Worse

Magnus smiles. He responds: Then you should have let Izzy go instead.

Magnus laughs out loud as he reads Alec's response.

Hubby: She's here, snoring against my arm.

Good thing these meetings only happen once a month.

Hubby: That's no consolation, Magnus. If it was new stuff, then there wouldn't be a problem, but it's the same Jonathan bullshit. AND they still refuse to acknowledge Clary's sacrifice.

Magnus nods, as if Alec had said the words instead of typing them. Magnus answers: How much longer?

Hubby: Not too long, I hope. Maybe Izzy's snoring will give them the message to wrap things up.

Magnus laughs as he types: YOU could start snoring?

Hubby: Funny Magnus. I'll let you get to today's High Warlock duties. I love you.

Magnus smiles. I love you, Alexander.

Magnus puts the phone back on the table as he glances across the loft. Pictures from their wedding are on the wall. In the center is a snapshot of the moment after they took their vows, before they kissed for the first time as "husbands". They had eyes only for each other.

On a whim, Magnus had written their names on it. Alec liked how it looked so much, he had it printed on their 'thank you' cards.

If you had told Magnus, a year ago, that he would not only be married, but married to a SHADOWHUNTER, he would have portalled you to the nearest mental facility.

Free of charge.

But here he is, happily married to the Head of the New York Institute.

Magnus chuckles to himself as he stands, time to get to work.

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Magnus is pouring a potion into a vial, when someone knocks on the door. He flicks his hand at the door, to open it, as he says "Come in."

Magnus can't help groaning as Lorenzo Rey walks into the loft with a big grin on his face. Magnus sets the vial on the table then folds his arms across his chest, "What now?"

Lorenzo laughs as he walks over to Magnus, "And a good morning to you."

"It was a good morning until five seconds ago."

"Magnus, we don't need to be hostile to one another. I'm willing to let bygones be bygones."

"Lorenzo, that's easy for you to say, considering you didn't go through as much pain as I did. And if it weren't for Asmodeus you would still be living here."

"True true. Since we are on the subject of my living here. I seem to be missing a Ming vase, have you seen it?"

"You took it."

"No no, this is another one. Much more exquisite and dearer to me."

"Oh?"

"Yes, this one has me on it."

"You're kidding."

"Absolutely not. I paid good money for it and it was worth every last cent."

Magnus shakes his head, "Sorry, don't remember seeing it, just like the other things you keep showing up here looking for. You took everything Lorenzo, that belonged to you. It's been three months, stop coming here looking for your alleged lost belongings."

Lorenzo sighs, "Magnus, that's rude."

"'Rude' is coming here almost every day looking for stuff that isn't here."

"What if I said, I come here to see you?"

"I would say, don't do me any favors. Is that all Lorenzo? I have High Warlock duties to attend to."

"See, that as well. I was gracious enough to give you back your position."

Magnus raises an eyebrow, "Only because Alec informed the Clave about who really cleaned up the ley lines. They in turn, questioned what else you might have lied about in order to become High Warlock. You stepped down rather than agree to meeting with them."

Lorenzo waves a hand dismissingly, "As the mundanes would say tomayto, tomahto. So you haven't seen the vase?"

"No, I haven't."

Lorenzo sighs, "Fine. Maybe it's in my Cargèse chateau."

"Maybe."

Lorenzo walks to the door, "So long, Magnus." He turns around and smiles, "Or should I say au revoir?"

Magnus smirks, "Adios."

Lorenzo laughs as he walks to the door and leaves.

As the door closes behind Lorenzo, Magnus mutters, "Asshole." He covers the vial, then sends it to his client in Park Slope.

He laughs to himself as he walks down the hallway to a room. He walks in and glares at the object on an end table in the center of the room.

A Ming vase with Lorenzo Rey's likeness as its main feature.

Other than that, the room is empty.

Magnus tells it, "So Lorenzo finally remembered your ugly ass. I promised Alec, when that happened, it would be time to get rid of you."

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Magnus glared at the Ming vase, "Damn, you are ugly. Why the hell does he need to have his face on everything? Maybe if he looked like Alexander, then okay, but he doesn't."

He stepped closer to the end table, "Ugly, capital U capital G capital L capital Y. Yep, that is a whole bunch of ugly."

"Magnus, who you talking to?"

Magnus jumped. He turned around and saw Alec standing by the doorway, looking around. Magnus calmly said, "No one."

Alec walked into the room, "Then who's 'ugly'?" As he got closer to the end table, he peered at the vase, "Is that Lorenzo Rey?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"It's Lorenzo's vase."

"And why is Lorenzo's vase doing here?"

"He left it here."

"Then give it back to him."

"No."

Alec raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"

"Because I'm petty and I hate him."

Alec sighed, "Ok, but he is going to eventually remember having it and he is going to wonder where it is."

"Maybe."

"Magnus."

"Fine. When he remembers, then I'll get rid of it."

"You'll give it back to him."

"No. I'll destroy it."

"Magnus."

"I know what my name is. No, after what he put us through, he doesn't deserve to have it back. He had this ugly thing on YOUR side of the bed."

Alec raised both eyebrows, "He was sleeping with it?"

Magnus nodded, "Yep."

"That's just wrong."

"And that is why he isn't getting it back."

"Okay. Whatever makes you happy."

Magnus smiled as he pulled Alec closer, "You make me happy."

Alec smiled as they kissed, "You got me, you can stop flirting."

Magnus laughed, "Can't help myself."

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Magnus fires a red energy ball at the vase and smiles as it explodes. With a nod he says, "That's the end of you."

He cleans up the mess with a flick of his hand. He eyes the end table then moves it to another room with a snap of his fingers. He leaves the now completely empty room.

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"I think the romance has left our relationship. In fact, just the other day, Emil said I was fat. Can you believe that?"

Magnus can't hide a yawn.

Demetre narrows his eyes as he glares at the other warlock, "Am I boring you, Magnus?"

"To be honest, yes you are. I'm the High Warlock of Brooklyn, not Dr. Phil. Why are you telling me this?"

"I thought you could give me some advice."

Magnus sighs, "Fine. Let me think." He stares up at the ceiling for a few minutes then asks, "What did you have for breakfast this morning?"

Demetre gives him a confused look then answers, "Pound cake and a cup of coffee."

Magnus nods, "You ate how many slices of cake?"

"Slices? No, I had an entire cake. It was quite good. I got it from a bakery in Italy..."

Magnus cuts him off, "Emil may be right. A whole cake? How about something with less sugar and fat in it. Like a nice bowl of Cheerios or maybe Corn Flakes?"

Demetre wrinkles his nose, "I hate cereal."

Magnus shrugs, "I gave you advice and you are refusing it."

"I want advice with my love life, not my diet."

"Again, I'm not Dr. Phil or even Oprah."

Demetre stands up, "This was a waste of time."

Magnus sits back in the armchair and nods, "Finally, something we can agree upon."

Demetre strides to the door and walks out, slamming it behind him.

Magnus rolls his eyes, "And they call me a drama queen."

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Magnus adds the last of the carrots and potatoes to the pot then covers it up. He puts the roast back in the oven, then tosses the oven mitts on the counter.

He forgot how joyful it was to cook for somebody. He would never think of making a roast beef for himself, too much trouble. But cooking for Alec is almost as good as making love to his husband.

Snuggling afterwards is a lot more fun than doing dishes.

Magnus laughs to himself as he picks up the martini glass and enjoys a few sips.

His phone rings. Magnus checks his pockets then sees it on the dining room table. He walks over and picks it up.

Izzy

Raising an eyebrow, Magnus says "Hello" just as he hears Alec yell, "Isabelle Sophia Lightwood, you had better not be calling Magnus."

Magnus hears Izzy say, "Of course not", just before she ends the phone call.

Magnus narrows his eyes as he glances at the oven. The roast still has an hour to cook, plenty of time to portal to the Institute and find out what is going on.

And to retrieve his husband for the weekend.

Magnus puts the phone in his back pocket as he opens a portal. He steps in.

He arrives at the infirmary floor of the Institute. Judging by Alec's tone, Magnus knows that his husband is hurt and doesn't want Magnus to know about it.

With visions of a bloody Alec running through his mind, Magnus starts walking down the hallway.

He notices a male Shadowhunter coming towards him. One that he doesn't know, but no one is stopping him from getting to Alec.

The Shadowhunter steps in Magnus's way, "Warlock, you don't belong up here."

Without breaking stride, Magnus flicks his hand, sending the Shadowhunter flying into a room, where he lands on his ass. Magnus continues down the hallway.

The Shadowhunter quickly gets to his feet and runs out the room. Jace is standing there, shaking his head, "Sheldon, stand down."

Sheldon watches Magnus turn the corner then looks at Jace, "That warlock just popped into the Institute."

"That warlock is married to Alec."

Sheldon blinks, "Alec is married to a man? To a MALE warlock?"

Jace closes his eyes as he counts down from twenty. He opens his eyes then glares at the other Shadowhunter, "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that. Now go downstairs before I have Magnus send you to the Gobi Desert."

Sheldon opens his mouth then quickly closes it when Jace reaches for his phone. He swallows as he nods, "Yes sir." He runs to the elevators.

Jace shakes his head, "I thought we got rid of all the ignorant ones." He sighs, "Better transfer him before Magnus does."

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Magnus finds Izzy sitting in a chair outside an examination room. She quickly stands, "Magnus, he's fine."

Magnus sniffs as he walks past her, "I'll be the judge of that."

She sighs as she walks down the hallway away from the room. She mutters, "Sorry, Alec. I tried."

Magnus walks into the room. Alec is sitting on a bed, his legs dangling off the side. He has a large gash over his right eye.

Alec's left wrist is in a cast. Magnus eyes the cast coldly as he wills his own heart to calm down. Alec is watching Magnus walk closer. He's alert and seems to be otherwise okay.

Alec gives his husband a weak smile, "Hi."

Magnus glares at him, "Don't 'hi' me. What happened?"

"A little run in with a demon. Nothing major."

"Nothing major! You have a cast on your wrist. How is that not major?"

"That's only precautionary. It may only be sprained."

"Precautionary." Magnus takes a deep breath then continues, "And the cut?"

Alec touches the healing cut with his right hand, then winces, "Yeah, that is going to be a nice looking bruise in the morning."

"It almost took an eye."

"Magnus..."

"Don't 'Magnus' me. I thought you were going to stop patrolling."

Alec sighs, "After the meeting, I just wanted some fresh air."

Magnus closes his eyes then opens them, "You have been out all day, patrolling?"

"No, not really. I've been here for the last couple of hours."

"Hours? Why?"

Alec smiles, "I wanted to heal enough before I faced you."

Magnus tries not to melt at the look in his husband's eyes and fails badly. He clears his throat and tries to maintain his anger but fails at that as well, "Why?"

"Because I didn't want you over reacting to my injuries."

Magnus steps closer and kisses Alec. They hold each other silently for a few minutes.

Magnus whispers, "Why did Izzy call me?"

Alec laughs, "She figured it was time I manned up and faced you. Those were her exact words. But I wasn't ready yet."

Magnus laughs, "She did try to defuse the situation when I arrived. Then she ran away. Lightwoods are a bunch of chickens."

Alec kisses him, "Nah, I think it's more about you than us."

"I only want you safe."

"I know, but I'm a Shadowhunter and I love my job."

Magnus nods, "Maybe you need a new job."

Alec shrugs, "Maybe. But for now, can we go home?"

Magnus smiles, "Definitely. I have a roast cooking."

"With carrots and potatoes?"

"Of course."

"Awesome."

Magnus nods, "But first, let me take care of you." He brings blue healing magic to his finger tips and waves his hand over Alec's wounds. He nods as the cut slowly disappears then eyes the cast, "Let's leave that on for a day of so just to make sure."

Alec smiles, "Okay."

Magnus kisses him, "Okay." Magnus watches as Alec slides off the bed and stands up.

"See, I'm fine."

Magnus sniffs, "Right, now you are. But what about when you first got here?"

Alec shrugs, "Then as well."

"Right." He holds Alec's hand as he opens a portal, "You are relaxing this weekend and I don't want any arguments."

"Yes, sir."

Magnus nods, "Exactly." They walk through the portal.

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After doing the dishes, Alec lays on the sofa, his head resting on Magnus' lap. Magnus strokes Alec's hair as they watch "Whose Line is it Anyway?".

Magnus chuckles, "Oh I forgot to tell you, Lorenzo came looking for the vase."

Alec mutters, "And?"

"It's gone."

"Good."

Magnus smiles, "Yes, a typical day. Warlocks pissed me off. Warlocks made me laugh. My favorite Shadowhunter is home safe after a rough day at the office."

Alec starts to snore.

Magnus laughs, "Alexander, if you are going to sleep, you would be more comfortable in bed."

Alec slowly sits up, "You are probably right." He gets to his feet.

Magnus turns off the television as he also stands.

Alec stretches, "Where are you going?"

"To bed."

"You don't have to."

"Nonsense. If I stay up, when I finally get into bed, you'll be sleeping and no cuddling for me. This way, I get my snuggles in."

Alec laughs, "Yes, can't deprive you of your snuggles."

"Exactly." He turns off the lights with a flick of his hand.

They hold hands as they walk to their bedroom.

The End

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It's the holidays, nobody wants drama and angst. Only silly fluffiness.

A happy and healthy 2024 to all. xoxo