magnus and alec, post 2×10, in love and together. (there is a read more on this post, fyi if you can’t see it on mobile.) read on ao3 | my other malec fics
They retire to Alec’s room at the institute after making sure that everybody is as good as they can be – Alec helps Izzy get comfortable in the infirmary, Jace at her side; Magnus checks in with Catarina about Madzie and places shaking hands on Simon and Raphael and Clary, so relieved to find them whole. Alec can’t stand the thought of being any farther than a hall away from Izzy and Magnus doesn’t have the energy to portal them to the loft anyway; mortal terror is exhausting.
They’re quiet as they undress, staying within arm’s-length of each other the whole time even as they fumble in their exhaustion. Alec pulls his shirt over his head and drops it and Magnus drops his coat on top to start a pile. They smile at each other, locking eyes until Alec gets distracted by his fingers tripping over the button on his pants. When looking at what he’s doing doesn’t help him get it done, Magnus steps over and gently pushes his hands away to handle the button and zipper for him. Alec drops his forehead onto Magnus’ shoulder and when Magnus pats Alec’s waist to signal that he’s free to carry on undressing, Alec doesn’t move. Magnus lets his hands rest where he’d patted then, turning his face into Alec’s cheek, lips pressed lightly against the first prick of stubble. Alec’s breath against his collarbone – laid bare as Alec unbuttons his shirt with tender, stumbling fingers – is warm and miraculous and nearly brings Magnus to tears.
shake your graveclothes off (malec)
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