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themagnusbane · 7 years

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Magnus Bane and the thing he does with his hands when he is nervous, angry, worried or upset.

For my dearly beloved friend @f-f-f-fight. Eyd Mawlidun saeid. Happy Birthday Joseph. Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim, may this New Year be the start of amazing things and journeys in your life. May joy and love and peace and grace make themselves at home in your house. As salaamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh.

***

Alec had been acting strange all day.

It started that morning. Magnus had gotten up early for his High Warlock council meeting, poured himself a cup of coffee and was reading yesterday’s reports when Alec made his appearance. The kiss he’d brushed against his lips had been normal, as was the way Alec tasted of sugar and cream with the tartness of strawberries. His boyfriend had quite the sweet tooth and liked to start his mornings off with a generous slice of the strawberry shortcake that Catarina baked for them every week. What had been surprising was the sudden way Alec had straddled him, long limbs curving around his shoulders as he rested his forehead against Magnus’ and breathed in deep, measured breaths. Magnus found himself regulating his breathing to match Alec’s, and for that moment, all thoughts of meetings, and decisions that could not be avoided fell away. All that existed was he being there with the man he loved.

Their moment was interrupted by the ping of his calendar’s notification. “Alexander,” he murmured.

Alec stirred and leaned back, hazel eyes blinking lazily to meet Magnus’. “Busy day ahead?”

“Yes.”

Alec nodded, brushed another soft kiss against his lips and rose. “Will you be back home early?”

“I hope so.” He sighed. “In sha Allah.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

Magnus smiled. He was sure his smile looked as tired as he felt, but Alec gave him a soft smile in return. “Just be here when I get back. I’ll need the distraction.”

Alec stepped forward, nuzzled his cheek against Magnus’ and whispered against his ear. “Of course.”

***

He stopped briefly at the loft a couple of minutes after noon. He was so engrossed as he waited for his potion to finish brewing that he startled when he felt fingers run along the back of his neck. But then those fingers sank in, and he moaned, following the movement as Alec massaged kinks he’d had in his neck for the better part of a week now.

“I thought you were at the institute,” Magnus muttered, arching his neck just so, so Alec’s fingers could hit that sweet spot where back and neck met.

“Decided to take the day off.”

The words were so unexpected that Magnus’ eyes snapped open and he turned around to stare at Alec. “You took the day off?”

Alec nodded.

“But you haven’t done that since…”

“Since you convinced me to play hooky so we could fly to Italy for the Ivrea Carnival,” Alec completed with a glare.

He looked so offended that Magnus burst out laughing and although Alec fought it, he started chuckling too. “Your face then,” Magnus gasped.

Alec crossed his arms. “What else did you expect? They hit me with an orange!”

“Several oranges actually,” Magnus grinned. “It was fun.”

“Says the man who expertly managed to stone everyone around with oranges and didn’t get a single pip on him,” Alec grumbled.

Magnus shrugged. “I have great aim.”

“That you do," Alec nodded as he leaned forward and brush a quick kiss across Magnus' lips.

Magnus smiled.

"Feeling better now?"

Magnus drew back. "How did you—"?

His potion started bubbling over and he rushed over to turn the knob off, taking care to not use any bit of his magic. This particular potion and his magic didn't mix well.

He dished out the potion into the labeled jars and was just about to ask Alec how he'd known, when his wards started to tingle.

Alec's eyes darted to the door and his eyebrows furrowed.

God, how he loved how attuned to his magic Alec was.

He leaned forward, cupped Alec's chin and stroked. "We'll continue this conversation later."

Alec nodded. He reached for Magnus' coat and held it out, smoothing the sleeves after Magnus had slipped into them, and settled the jacket against Magnus' frame, smoothing the creases that had formed when Magnus had shrugged the coat off when he got into the loft. "Your visitors don't seem very patient," he said when the wards thrummed again.

Magnus grabbed the jars and moved them to the shelves in his pantry. "High Warlocks rarely are," Magnus replied. He eyed the mess that was the leftover potion in his cauldron and herbs that had taken over his receiving room, wondering if it was worth it to use his magic to clean them all up.

He felt Alec's large palm against his back and went with the push Alec gave him. "Don't worry. I'll handle it."

Magnus stopped when he got to the door. "Are you sure?"

Alec looked so indignant at the question that Magnus chuckled. "I'm not saying you can't do it Alexander. It's just…" He gestured at the mess.

"I will be extra careful. I'll only use the gloves you spelled for me." Alec wiggled his fingers, showing off the slight burn scar that was on the underside of his wrist. A permanent mark left by a volatile potion Magnus had been brewing.

Magnus hummed, pulled Alec towards himself for a quick kiss, brushed an even quicker one against the burn spot and opened the door to greet the impatient looking High Warlocks that were waiting for him on the other side of the door.

***

Magnus turned the knob and stepped into the loft. He could feel himself dragging in the thousand-ton weight that was his entire day with him through the doors, and nothing he did could shake it off.

He snapped his fingers, pulled the glass of bourbon out of the air, downed the first shot and refilled it again with a tap against the rim of the glass.

"Long day."

It wasn't a question. Magnus knew he wore the hell that had been his day on his face and he didn't attempt to hide it. They're quickly reached the stage where he could be his barest self and Alec would still understand and love him.

He drained the second glass and was just about to fill it up again when Alec reached for the glass, placed it on the table and reached for his hand.

Magnus shook his head and tried tugging it back. "It's been a long day Alexander. I need to recharge."

Alec smiled. "I know. I ran you a hot bath. Bought wine too."

"Fancy, Mr. Lightwood," Magnus teased, and allowed himself to be pulled into the bathroom.

"I learned from the best, Mr. Bane," Alec laughed as he helped Magnus out of his clothes, shrugged his off, and pulled them both into the massive Clawfoot tub.

As promised, the water was boiling, and Magnus sighed and leaned back against Alec, letting the tub and the heat and the warmth of Alec's embrace help everything fade away. "God, I needed this."

"I know you did." Alec whispered the words against his shoulders.

"How could you tell?"

Alec reached for Magnus' fingers, running circles over the individual digits. "You've been playing with your fingers all day. You only do that when you're upset."

"True."

"What's wrong?"

Magnus sighed. "I have to go pick up a warlock tomorrow. Young boy. Barely thirteen. We're taking him from the only home he's ever known, from a mother who's loves him, from family who are willing to be there for him. Except, his powers are becoming wild and uncontrollable, and he is one moment away from lashing out at someone with a power he doesn't have a full grasp on yet." He wiped at his eyes, unconcerned about the streaks of foam he might have left on his face. "It's harder when you know what you're doing is the right thing, but it's not going to let it hurt any less."

Alec ran light strokes over Magnus' back, his arms, his chest, the back of his neck, until he'd calmed down. The tension that had started to build again slowly bled out.

Magnus sighed.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Magnus shook his head. "I just have to make my peace with it. And pray."

He felt Alec nod against his back, and then suddenly the weight shifted as Alec climbed out of the tub. He wrapped one towel around his waist and gave Magnus another. "I’ll get your rug."

"Thank you Alexander."

By the time Magnus got dressed and stepped back into the living room, Alec was also dressed and had his rug laid out to face east.

Magnus pulled him into a kiss and murmured his thanks again. He took his spot before the rug; reached for the kettle and the basin Alec had brought out for him, performed Wudhu, carefully washing his face and arms thrice, his head and ending with his feet. With his ablutions done, he rose, took his space on his rug, and began his prayers, starting with Takbir, to the second Qiyaam, all the way to his second Tashahhud.

He focused his complete attention on Allah, and felt the rest of the burdens get lifted away as he finished the salat. He stayed seated for a while longer, taking in deep breaths, reluctant to let go of the peace that had settled over him.

Finally he turned around, and suppressed a laugh at the sight of Alec leaning against the doorframe, fast asleep. How like his boyfriend to feel comfortable enough to fall asleep in whatever position he found himself in.

Always acting like a soldier.

Magnus rose, rolled up his rug, packed up the kettle and the basin, and then returned for Alec. He wrapped Alec's arm around his neck, and swept him up in his arms, careful to not bump Alec's long legs against the doorframe as he carried him towards their bedroom.

He'd almost made it there when Alec stirred.

"You're done?" The words were hoarse with sleep and Alec burrowed even deeper into his arms.

Magnus chuckled. "Yeah."

"Feeling better now?"

"Yeah, much. Thank you Alexander."

Alec rubbed his nose against Magnus' chin. "Anytime."

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hail-andfarewell · 7 years

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based on @latinalightwood‘s tags on this post, here’s the untold story of the psychic that lived beside the hunter’s moon, and how that particular character witnessed some parts of malec’s epic love story unfold from a distance.

the sound of the busy street outside of the hunter’s moon echoed through her ears as she made her way back to her quiet and modest home. she held on to her bags of supplies as she walked amongst the loud crowd of gleeful people, whom she noticed were a bit tipsy from the alcohol they must’ve consumed that night. it was no surprise to her to see such people along the street—her dwelling place was beside a bar, after all. she was cautious as she walked past them, and she stared quietly as the group disintegrated towards their own respective routes, a few ‘goodbye’s’ and ‘good night’s’ were thrown into the cold air of the night.

when all of those people were gone, she slipped past the metal gate towards the dark alleyway filled with discarded boxes and a few trash bags on the ground. the sound of her boots splashing on the wet pavement was somewhat comforting, but also made her slightly miserable, since it meant that she’ll be back to her empty apartment, left alone to her thoughts. as she moved forward to the depths of the alley, the neon lights of her ‘psychic’ sign—as she noticed—was hard to miss, yet there were only a few people who would come to her to ask for readings. business wasn’t as big as she would’ve imagined, but it was enough for her to survive—for now. she sighed heavily as she reached for her door and slipped in the keys, turning the knob and pushing herself inside.

she dropped her bags heedlessly on the nearby table, her other hand reaching up at her neck and started rubbing the tension away from them, making her eyes close for a bit. when she opened them up again, she took a moment to look at her surrounding, and the emptiness of her house made her let out another tired breath.

i need a drink, she thought to herself.

______

the atmosphere of the hunter’s moon was in its usual state, with people chattering away and laughing with their peers by the tables, and a handful of others were by the bar, either drinking quietly or making their conversations with other strangers who found solace in their company. as she made her way around the bar, she looked around for maia, the beautiful bartender that she usually talked with whenever she comes in to drink. she remembers thinking how easy it was to talk to that girl, and how quickly it was for them to hit it off and become friends. she needed that same warm feeling that maia brings with her, but that night, she realized that her favorite bartender was nowhere in sight.

“whiskey on the rocks, please.” she said to the other available bartender, who nodded as they tried to serve countless others who were also requesting their own drinks.

while waiting for her drink, she tried her best to distract the aching feeling that’s been tugging on her chest that night. she scanned the place for anything particularly interesting to look at, and her eyes caught on two figures laughing and teasing by the pool table. she frowned as she noticed one of them was a tall man with a large tattoo on his neck, who took a break from the game to sip on what appears to be APA. curiously, she let her gaze fall towards the other figure with him, and she saw another man, very well-dressed, with a spiked-up hair and a few rings that graced his fingers. the two men looked to be enjoying a competitive game of pool against each other, and their laughter and radiant energy somehow drew her full attention, only to be interrupted with the arrival of her drink. she turned her eyes back towards the amused bartender and mumbled a low ‘thank you’ as she handed them her payment and tip. the bartender replied with a smile and a nod, then they left her alone again to her enjoy lonely night.

the night went on without much excitement to distract her, except for the drinks she ordered and that time she overheard a few drunk people arguing over something ridiculous that made her chuckle for a bit. however, every now and again, she finds herself glancing back to the two men she saw earlier, who eventually left the pool table and migrated to the other side of the bar. they seemed to be deep in a hushed conversation, with their earlier fun and cheerful aura replaced with something else—tension, nervousness, doubt, and little bit of awkwardness. these things were all too familiar for her, and it was then when she realized that it might’ve been the pair’s first date. the realization made her smile to herself as she reminisced her very first date with her girlfriend, although the happy memories didn’t last long as her heart started to crumble on her chest as thoughts of her lingered at the back of her mind.

with a sigh, she chugged down the remainder of her drink and decided to leave. when she stood up, the bartender glanced to her immediately, to which she said, “can you tell maia that i dropped by?” with an expectant look on her face. the bartender nodded, and she flashed them a smile before she turned around and walked away towards the back of the bar that leads to her home. she walked past the two men on her way there, and she unintentionally overhead the spiky-haired man say, “—but right now i’m here, with you,” in a reassuring voice as the tattooed guy appeared to be stunned with whatever he heard from his date earlier.

i hope things work out between the two of you, she found herself thinking, subtly glancing back to them and silently wishing them the best before she disappeared behind the back doors of the bar, into the shadows of the night.

______

“i heard you came in here last week,” maia said with a smile that could light up the entire room. “i’m sorry i wasn’t here when you did. something came up with luke that day and i—”

“maia, it’s fine.” she reassured her, finding herself smiling brightly at the woman in front of her.

that night, she found herself slipping back inside the hunter’s moon again after a tiring day of working on another job she recently got. when she came in, she was glad to see her favorite bartender back at the bar, and maia immediately greeted her when they locked eyes in the always-crowded room. after giving each other a tight hug, both of them settled in their usual spot, and found themselves lost in their stories as they tried to catch up with each other. at some point during their conversation, she brought up about maia’s gorgeous outfit, and teased her about having a date. to her slight surprised, maia blushed shyly, before quickly mentioning that she’ll be hanging out with a guy named simon later that night. she chuckled at maia’s adorable reaction to her teasing, and she genuinely wished her luck, silently praying that this simon guy will be nice and treat her right.

just as they were laughing about a funny story that happened to her a few days ago, she noticed maia’s attention flew past her for a moment as a man came through the front door. she followed her gaze and watched as the man approached the bar and gracefully sat at one of the seats beside her. he looks oddly familiar, she thought, looking at his face closely. the man had a spiked-up hair and black eyeliner around his eyes, and was sporting a goatee. his fingers were full of rings, and his wrist had a few bracelets around them. a few seconds later, she realized that she might’ve stared too long and glanced away as quickly as she could. she turned and saw maia giving the man a welcoming smile, then the bartender excused herself from their conversation, to which she just nodded. she sipped on her whiskey rocks and tried to look around the place, but somehow her attention was drawn back to him. she felt frustrated—she saw him before, but where?—but she tried to not let it bother her too much. the man beside her quietly thanked maia as he slipped a hundred dollar bill on the table, and she watched as maia tried to tell him, “on the house for my best tipper,” while pouring the martini on the glass. she tried to tune out the rest of their conversation, but bits and pieces of it still made its way to her ears—“what do you got there?” “a gift.” “is it from someone special?” “i think so.”

it was after processing everything when it all finally clicked on her mind. this is that guy, she thought with a smile as she remembered seeing him with the tattooed man last week. the man stood up with his martini and went ahead towards the other side of the room, and she finally looked up and saw maia coming back to her.

“i assume he’s frequent around here,” she said, nodding towards the man’s retreating figure. maia smiled, and nodded.

“yeah, magnus is one of the best customers i’ve ever encountered here,” maia replied, holding up a beer mug as she looked for any spots she might’ve missed while cleaning it. “he’s a really generous guy, and a great friend—it’s always nice to see him around here.”

not knowing what to say to that, she quietly hummed in response while also taking note of the man’s name. she thought about how magnus responded to maia’s inquiries earlier, and she smiled as she realized that the special someone is most likely the man he was with last week. with a deep sigh, she shook her head lightly and quietly chuckled at how ridiculous she is from speculating a bunch of strangers’ romantic endeavors. get yourself together. you don’t even know them, she reminded herself. after gathering her thoughts properly, she took a sip of her drink and quickly slipped back into another conversation with maia, which the bartender gladly entertained with a laugh.

______

the rain finally stopped that night, yet the brisk wind that came with it stayed around for a while, much to her annoyance and dismay. she hated the cold weather—no, she despises it—and she felt utterly helpless as there is no other thing she could do about it. with a defeated sigh, she wrapped the large blanket around her shivering frame, and she shuffled towards her kitchen to make herself some nice warm tea to battle the cool temperature.

she could’ve went to the hunter’s moon again that night, but as she was about to enter earlier, she stopped dead on her track as she saw the words closed: private party in bold letters plastered on the front doors of the bar. utterly confused and curious as she always was, she sneaked a peek at the windows and saw a few familiar faces mixed with unfamiliar ones. she spotted luke at the middle of the crowded room, holding out a bottle of champagne as everyone laughed and cheered along with him. she also saw simon standing at the side with a glass in hand, and she could make out maia’s curly locks as she stood with her back facing the door. they all seemed pretty busy celebrating, and after thinking that she probably looked bizarre standing there, she decided to head back home just as the rain started pouring down on the pavement.

she stood at her kitchen, leaning back at the counter as she waited for the kettle to boil. while waiting, she tried to distract herself by picking on her nails—a nervous habit she acquired through the years. after a while, the silence became quite deafening for her, and it reminded her more of the happier times when it didn’t. she looked up from her hands and her eyes directly stared at the chair she used to sit on, and the knowledge of not seeing her there still pains her, even after a year of living without her.

before her thoughts wandered into deeper territory, the kettle whistled—signaling her that her tea was ready.

she grabbed her tea and made her way towards her little office, where she left some of her paperwork for the other job she had that day. a frown settled onto her face as she realized that her neon lights sign was turned off, and she huffed out a tired sigh as she made her way to the other end of the room where the switch was. with a simple flick of her finger, the lights outside buzzed to life, showing a mix of pink, purple, and blue glow that illuminated some parts of the dark alleyway. she stared fondly at her sign from the window, and a proud smirk found itself on her lips at the sight of the brilliant color choices she’d made. before she went back to her table, she saw something moved from outside.

she went near the window and noticed someone emerging from the back door of the hunter’s moon. as the light hit the figure’s appearance, she was surprised to see the familiar face of the neck-tattooed guy—alec was his name, as maia pointed out to her before. from her view, alec appeared to be anxious as he started shaking away his nerves from his arms. she watched as he turned back around just as another figure emerged from the shadows of the door, and she instantly recognized the other person—it was magnus.

the two men stood a few feet apart, rocking on their heels as they waited there silently, soaking in each other’s presence like they haven’t been together for a while. from where she stood, she could tell that the air surrounding them was tensed, with both of them looking worried—and dare she say, terrified—as they try to find their composure. a tight-lipped smile from magnus was all it took for alec to dig up his courage to speak up, and she wondered what he said that made magnus cross his arms on his chest—as if he was trying to hold himself together. she sensed the vulnerability of the two as they bared their souls to each other, but there was also this strong want—this urgent need—to be together, to crash into each other’s arms, to say fuck, i don’t think i would want to live without you. she could tell these things from alec’s determined yet gentle expression as his eyes shined under the neon lights, and it was also evident in the way magnus glanced up with this mix of surprise and fondness as the realization hit him hard on his chest.

these two love each other so much, she concluded, taking another sip of her tea as the scene outside her home began to slowly unfold before her eyes. these two reminded her so much of the love she once had, and it warms her heart to watch them experience this—this once in a lifetime kind of love that left you breathless, but also full of passion and life.

inch by inch, the two lovers moved closer as a few more words escaped their lips. she assumed their exchange was a good one, and it was confirmed later on as she saw both of them finally relaxed as the space between them slowly grew smaller and smaller. she felt that the earlier tension between them got swept off with the cold wind, and was replaced with a lighter tone as she saw them share a quiet laugh. not long after that, she smiled into her cup as the lovers melt into each other when their lips crashed into a soft and sweet kiss, and their connected bodies were drenched with the colors of the neon lights as well as the illuminated lanterns that graced the top of the alley. her smile grew bigger as she saw the two decided to leave the celebration early with their arms around each other, and she quietly wished them luck and happiness as they went farther away into the night.

yup, i think i’m good for tonight, she hummed, taking another sip of her now cold tea before going back to her table with a huge contented smile on her lips.

A/N: this is unbeta’d, so apologies for any mistakes made. also, sorry for not using proper capitalization and all that shizz.

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