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Magnus and Alec in Shadowhunters Season 3
You’re gonna make it back. Why wouldn’t I? Look what I have waiting for me.
Also, this is just a guess tho but since they were going with Malec making a “sacrifice” as the overall theme, most of these scenes seem to be from the later episodes, especially 3x09 where Magnus is wearing that burgundy rhinestone coat since we have seen the bts pics from when they filmed that.
Which means that we have not seen most of the intimate and domestic Malec scenes like them cooking or having breakfast together. And yet we are all dead already.
We are not gonna make it watching s3, I am telling you.
Magnus watched with roaming eyes as Alec stepped out of the shower, steam saturating the air and billowing around him as he moved toward the sink. Water dripped from his hair, sliding down his face and falling into his eyelashes, then down, down, down to his shoulders, and Magnus marveled at the pull of his muscles as he lifted his hands to wipe away the droplets. He watched as Alec dried off slowly and then began to dress, and Magnus’ gaze became more desperate, accounting for every rune and every inch of skin.
He had found himself staring a lot these days, constantly trying to take everything in and commit it to memory. He could never quite concentrate long enough to do it, though, always becoming distracted by something that Alec did. He got caught most of the time, his eyes always flitting up to see that Alec was already looking back at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was so beautiful, so infuriatingly unaware of how appealing he really was, and it was a constant ache in Magnus’ chest.
He wished he could draw him, detail every line and plane and explain to him why he loved each and every one. They needed more time to themselves, more time in general. Nothing was ever simple for them; there was always another fight to take part in, another battle to win, another problem to solve. That was why Magnus loved moments like these. They would be so small and unimportant to anyone else, but they were so treasured in himself. They had already wasted too much time apart. He was never going to let that happen again if he could help it. He blinked a couple times, his eyes burning from keeping them open for so long, and nearly gasped as he saw Alec pulling his shirt on.
There wasn’t enough time. There was never enough time.
With a sly twitch of his fingers, he lifted shirt up where Alec was trying to pull it down, taking just a few more seconds to ogle the black marks decorating his torso. Alec paused, a tiny smile pulling at his lips, and he turned to look through the doorway. He raised his eyebrow questioningly, and Magnus sighed, letting the fabric drop down into the position it was supposed to.
He was being foolish. Alec was everywhere in the loft. Their toothbrushes sat side by side. His cologne sat in the same spot on the bathroom counter. His books were scattered throughout almost every room. He had his own desk in Magnus’ study. This was their home, and neither of them were going anywhere.
“You okay?” Alec asked, sliding his hands in his pockets as he walked forward. He kneeled down in front of Magnus’ chair, leaning his arms on his lap, and Magnus was so in love it almost hurt. He wanted to give him everything. He wanted to give him his entire self.
Yes,” Magnus replied, reaching forward to brush his fingers across the wet strands of hair and down to Alec’s jaw. “I have you.” Alec’s eyes softened, and he leaned up to press a soft kiss to Magnus’ lips.
“You always will.”
Always.
“All I care about is how you feel.”
“How much would you sacrifice for the one you love.”
“LOOK WHAT I HAVE WAITING FOR ME.”
Dude, I read a malec fanfic with this prompt. It's a really cute one.
Omg guys. But soulmate au where you have the first words your soulmate ever speaks to you on your skin but you don’t have anything on your wrist and so you live your whole life with this feeling of being alone but then one day you meet someone and you say something really stupid and they just stand there in shock but they can’t explain why and you assume it’s because what you said offended them and you start to apologize but they shake their head and scramble to lift the sleeve of their shirt and there on their wrist are the words you just fucking said and you start to cry because you have to tell this person that it must be a coincidence because you don’t have a soulmate and you lift up your sleeve to show that there’s nothing there and they grab your face and smile so big and reach into their pocket to pull out a note they must have carried around for a long time because society demands because there on that paper are the words “I’m mute”
