big city dreams! [alec <3]

[MAGNUS KAEL BANE]

"SWIM FOR THE MUSIC THAT SAVES YOU
WHEN YOU'RE NOT SO SURE YOU'LL SURVIVE."
I SWIM FOR BRIGHTER DAYS DESPITE FOR THE ABSENCE OF SUN. I'M NOT GIVING IN.

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The darkness was overwhelming as Magnus stayed huddled in his corner, whimpering softly as the screams echoed through the house. He didn't want to leave the cellar. He wanted to stay in there and wait until the light shone through the small window embedded in the cement. But something was making him move. Something was making him get up and leave the cellar. The young warlock shivered as he opened the door, wincing as the moonlight almost blinded him it was so bright. There was blood everywhere, soaking into the already dark carpet, making it multiple colors of gore. Magnus gingerly tiptoed around the larger and deeper pools of blood, holding back his need to retch as he made it up the stairs. There were no bodies to be seen, but Magnus knew everyone in the house was dead. As he sneaked up the stairs, he knew he had to check on his master and see if he was safe. He slowly opened the door and gasped as he saw someone looming over him, holding a knife at the ready to plunge it into his heart. A seraph blade. One of the Nephilim weapons. Magnus covered his mouth, trying to hold back a cry, but he couldn't stand watching as the knife came closer and closer to his lover's heart. "P-please don't!" he blurted before he could help himself. The man whirled, locking eyes with the warlock's. Those eyes. Bright blue and beautiful. "A-Alec?" he breathed, horrified. His boyfriend didn't even register the name and the knife came toward his chest instead, embedding hilt-deep into his flesh. "How could you....?"

Magnus woke up with a jolt, gasping for breath and sending Chairman Meow flying as the ginger kitten scrambled to get away from his owner. The young warlock sat there, panting heavily. It was just a dream, Magnus. Only a dream, he told himself silently. Only a dream. A thin layer of sweat covered the warlock's skin as he clutched the blankets, his mind on fire. The nightmares were nothing new. He was used to that particular one quite often. But seeing his boyfriend in it... that was something that had never happened before. It was usually some faceless man that killed him in the dream. But those eyes... my god, he could never forget those eyes. Magnus sighed and let himself fall back against his multicolored mass of pillows. Magnus loved color, so it was off that his boyfriend dressed in dingy sweaters and black jeans. He could put up with the jeans, but would it kill him to dress in something sexy for once?! Of course it would. Because it was Alec. Sure, he loved the boy with his entire heart and soul, but if only he showed off that fantastic body a little more... The young warlock sighed wistfully.

The warlock rolled over onto his side and smiled at the beautiful boy laying next to him, looking peaceful in his sleep. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair slowly, rubbing his cheek with his thumb. God, he loved Alec. Even if he wasn't perfect, fashion-wise, he was perfect in every other way. Magnus leaned down and planted a soft kiss to his boyfriend's lips. "Time to wake up, oh lovely boyfriend of mine," the warlock purred against Alec's lips, smirking. He loved it when Alec spent the night. Even if they only watched movies or cuddled or kissed until they were both flushed. They'd never actually gone all the way yet, something that didn't totally bother Magnus. But he was a teenage boy, and e did have physical needs and desires sometimes when it came to to boys. He sighed softly, nuzzling his boyfriend's neck and planting small kisses all over his skin. "Come on, come on! Wake up, Alec!" he whispered against his neck, nibbling lightly. It was a wonder Alec could sleep through that. But Alec Lightwood had always been a heavy sleeper, at least in the young warlock's eyes.

TAGGED: alec <3
WORDS: six six six
OUTFIT: pjs!
LISTENING TO: i can't decide - soul scissors
NOTES: finally got a thread up for us!
CREDIT: MADE BY KISS AND TELL ! OF CAUTION 2.0. GRAPHICS BY SEALED WITH A KISS ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[ALEC DOMINIC LIGHTWOOD]

For the first hour or two, Alec slept soundly. That was before Max’s face loomed out of the darkness and Alec felt his eyebrows furrow. Max’s eyes narrowed and his blank expression turned vaguely angry and then - it was frightening - he opened his mouth and spoke in an accusing tone. “Why’d you let me die, Alec?” The boy sneered. “You should’ve been there to save me and you weren’t.” Alec started to open his mouth, he wanted to tell Max that he knew, he knew that he should have been there, but he was cut off. “It’s your fault.” He wished that the ground of this dark place would swallow him up, drag him down so he wouldn’t have to face his dead younger brother. It was true; Max shouldn’t be dead. He should have saved him.

Just when he started to try to talk again, he woke up with a start. His hands were shaking very slightly and his breath was coming out in short pants. As soon as Alec realized that he was awake, that he was okay (and that Max was dead, still dead, and it was all his fault) he glanced over at Magnus to make sure that he was still asleep. No need to wake up the warlock unnecessarily. He brushed a hand through his messy hair, realizing that he had failed to change out of his jeans and long-sleeved shirt before falling asleep, and gave himself a few minutes for his racing heart to slow. Lying back down, he closed his eyes and forced himself to exhale slowly. Although he didn’t want to see Max’s face in his dreams again, as a Shadowhunter who had to get up at all hours of the day (or night) to fight demons without warning, sleep was valued and he could fall asleep fairly quickly without problem. For the next few hours, his dreams were of nothing.

Something shook the bed a bit. Alec moved his head to the side a fraction, eyes flickering underneath the lid. He was still asleep. There was more movement, something brushing through his hair, over his cheek, against his lips, a light sensation that caused him to stir slightly. “-on! Wake up, Alec!” The feeling moved to his neck. His lips parted slightly, air slipping out between them, and his eyes snapped open. As a Shadowhunter, when you were being woken up, it probably meant that there was a demon to be killed. He remembered immediately, though, that he was not at the Institute but at Magnus’s and therefore there were no demons to be hunted down and in that case, why was he up? The sensation on his neck, he then realized, was Magnus nibbling lightly and he felt his lips curl into a small, tired smile. Wouldn’t it be nice to wake up to this more often? Alec tentatively moved a hand to rest on the back of Magnus’s head, fingers curling into his hair, heart beating a little faster. An incoherent mumble left his mouth as he tried to say good morning but found that he was too tired to do so. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, he concentrated on forming the right sounds: “M-morning, Magnus…”

He lifted his head off the pillow a bit to glance down at his boyfriend. His eyes closed almost immediately - the bright, vivid colours on Magnus’s clothes were almost too much for his brain to deal with (also, Magnus was wearing quite a bit less than he was and, to be entirely honest, he hadn’t quite gotten used to Magnus’s ease with that kind of thing) and he sighed. “What’re you doing?”


done! sorry about that.. i thought i'd posted a notice that i was going on vacation for a bit, but apparently not. >.>;
word count is six twenty five
wearing this