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                  “Say no more, Alexander,” Magnus’ features lit up with complete happiness at the realization that Alec really, truly wanted him. That this wasn’t just some game to get back at his father. “You can have me if you want me. I’m all yours.”  

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  “precisely.” the blonde pirate looked over the rail of the ship for a moment as her eyes narrowed at the water. there was nothing there; she was merely lost in thought. “there are many ghost ships on the sea. but they’re not something to be messed with.”

       following elizabeth’s gaze, magnus knew that she wasn’t actually looking at anything at that moment. “and have you ever actually been in contact with one?” he questions, crossing his arms and leaning against the railing of the ship. “i know that you probably wouldn’t believe me, but i fear one is after us now.” 

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                     Magnus wasn’t anyone. At least, he wasn’t anyone special. He was just an actor, and not a very famous one at that, Alexander Lightwood was a name that everyone knew, but Magnus Bane? No, he’d never be worthy of Alec. But it was possible he could want him, wasn’t it? In his wildest dreams?  “Really?” Magnus asked, his voice cracking as he stared up into the eyes of a man he so desperately loved. 

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                      Magnus Bane was nothing if not ordinary. He was an excellent student, a hard worker at his part-time job and he did well at blending into a crowd. At least, this was his belief. He didn’t have many friends in school, aside from his brother, Ragnor, and Catarina and Raphael. He mostly kept to himself if he wasn’t with Ragnor. This worked especially well in the lunchroom because it meant that most people avoided their table so they could have one to themselves, especially seeing as Raphael would glare at anyone who dare approach them (he was the grumpiest person Magnus had ever met). 

                    Magnus was standing in line for lunch behind Ragnor when all of a sudden the scent of flowers filled the air and his spine stiffened, eyes going wide as his cheeks heated a precocious pink. Oh no. See, Magnus had been in love with Alec Lightwood for as long as he could remember--literally, like, back in elementary school when Magnus had braces and horrific frosted tips. Back when his mother was still around. His feelings had only grown since then, and now, every time he was near, Magnus felt like he was going to puke he was so nervous. Fuck, why now when he was holding a heavy tray? Ragnor elbowed his brother and chuckled evilly, “Smells like your boyfriend is here.” Which was, admittedly, an odd sentence, but it made Magnus blush more nonetheless. 

                       @avastuniverse​ WE DESERVE THIS. 

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                        “Is it bad that I hate today already?” Magnus sighed, running his hand through his hair, managing to smear his robes into the pot of porridge beside him. Letting out a defeated sigh, the young wizard put his head in his hands. “I can’t take it, Raph. Kill me. Please.” Although he was mostly joking, there was a hint of anguish in his tone. “Not only did I wake up to Seamus Finnigan, the thirteen-year-old pyromaniac, lighting the common room on fire somehow, I also managed to trip and tumble into a fountain in front of Alec Lightwood. I’m an absolute mess.”

                           // @immcrtuos​ requested HARRY POTTER MAGNUS. Please enjoy the angsty gryffindor we all love and adore ;)    

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                              Magnus was finding that it was quite hard to find others with shared life experiences to him. Warlocks who were closest to his age were falling off the edge of his map, and these other warlocks, some who had been around for less than a decade, could and would never understand what people like him had gone through. Centuries of turmoil and war and misunderstanding and pain, all things that had destroyed Magnus beyond his breaking point. He wondered if Nick could understand? Would a demon, could a demon, comprehend such a scale of human emotion? “Nick, do demons have childhoods?” It was a stupid question probably, but how else does one broach their broad spectrum of trauma casually? 

                           @harriedwritings​ i have payed you in a cat and now nick will suffer the consequences. 

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It was hard to not laugh; certainly felt a smile on his face. “Oh yeah?” Perhaps teasing because why not.  

                           “Y-yes,” Magnus’ voice slurred as he let out a happy little giggle, poking Alec’s chest. He swayed on his feet, but still insisted that he looked intimidating, thank you. “So, are you going to punish me, Officer?” Magnus’ eyebrows were definitely wiggling. 

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                            “There’s something suspicious going on here,” Magnus managed to murmur quietly enough, moving away as soon as he’d said what he’d needed to. He was sure that Raphael had heard him. There was, indeed, and awful, uncertain feeling crawling down Magnus’ spine that something was not right here at the Institute. Just because Alec and Luke couldn’t see didn’t mean that Magnus couldn’t. “We’ll speak more about it afterward.”  

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              When Ragnor had told him that he’d gotten a map to Hamunaptra from an American adventurer, Magnus wasn’t entirely sure what he’d imagined, but it certainly hadn’t been the man that was sitting in this prison cell. He was covered in sand and dirt, which certainly fit the bill and made Magnus’ skin crawl, but he was also...unfortuneatly, in a way that Magnus definitely didn’t want to admit, very attractive. Damn Americans. 

            He went along with it when Ragnor spun a tale that he was a Missionary spreading the good word of the Lord to prisoners on death’s row, and without preamble, he tugged Magnus closer to the cell, perhaps because he knew that Magnus often attracted the dangerous type (which was really irritating, because he wanted nothing to do with danger. or so he thought). “This is my brother, Magnus.  He’s helping me.” Elbowing him softly, Ragnor murmuring a soft “Ask him about the box.” 

          After a glare and straightening himself up, Magnus stepped even closer, getting quite a good look at the adventurer’s pretty face and he swallowed hard with anxiety. “Er, we have found, we have both found your puzzle box. And we’ve come to ask you about it.” Ragnor nodded in agreement, maybe a bit too cowardly to approach the man he stole said box from. 

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          Now that was something that Magnus could get behind. Kisses were an easy way to his heart because that’s truly all he ever wanted, please and thank you. “I will take the medicine, but only if I get quite a few smooches in return.” It was a good deal, obviously. 

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[stardustcreateda]

                                                     Magnus could only blush, grinning at his husband. “You really know how to lay it on thick, don’t you? Not that I’m complaining.” He let out a soft little giggle, reaching over to stroke Alec’s cheek with his thumb.

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                “Does this mean you’re going to grab my ass? Because I for one, am here for it.” 

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                               “Quite comfortable,” Magnus replied, beyond pleased that Alec’s hands had settled to his hips, though anywhere would have been acceptable. Magnus just loved Alec’s hands on him. “Sorry to interrupt whatever you were doing,” lost in thought was Magnus’ best guest, but he’d only know if Alec told him. “I just missed you.” 

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[stardustcreateda]

                   Magnus had to take his opportunity while he could. He always wondered what it was like to walk around with a Seraph Blade, and this was one step closer to that. While Alec was showering, Magnus pulled on his tightest pair of jeans and nabbed one of Alec’s t-shirts while he grabbed the discarded leather jacket and thigh holster. He tugged everything on and was in the middle of strapping the holster to his thigh when Alec walked out, still dripping from the shower.  “I, um, I’ve always wanted to try it.” He flushed with embarrassment. 

                      // @familiaanteomnia​ this is ALL I’VE EVER WANTED | continued from x. 

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Okay it hurt; of course that should be a given when you get literally shot. But he was still processing. Hand moving over the spot. What was the saying with gun shots? There was something more ideal than the other options.

                              Tears burned at the edges of Magnus’ eyes as he lowered the gun, hand shaking violently. “How could you, Alec? I--I thought you loved me. You were supposed to kill me? All this time?”

[stardustcreateda]

                     For weeks, Magnus had been getting love letters and art in his locker, and for weeks he had no proof as to who the culprit was. However, he had his suspicions that it was the cute new kid and, believe it or not, turns out that he was right. Rushing over to his locker before the bell rung, Magnus caught him in action--there Alec was, slipping a piece of paper in the cracks of Magnus’ locker. He should’ve known! “Hey! Alexander!” Magnus poked Alec’s shoulder, arms crossed and brows arched as he took in the other boy. “You told me you’d keep a lookout for whoever was giving me these notes. Turns out it was you.” 

                // @familiaanteomnia​ we deserve this, we truly do.