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September in the Bay Area was hands-down the best time of year to appreciate Northern California with its gorgeous vistas and perfect weather. Not that any of Stanford University’s incoming first-year students were paying attention to anything but the start of their adult lives. During move-in weekend, the surrounding city of Palo Alto took on the bustling campus energy of a classic college town. 

It wasn’t just the students that were blind to their surroundings. Alec Lightwood was having a hard time appreciating anything about the experience as he watched his daughter debate where in the tiny dorm room she was going to store all the books she couldn’t live without and therefore schlepped across the country. 

Alec’s sister, Isabelle, was putting Maxwell’s clothes away and prattling on about needing layers for the microclimates. Their backs were turned to Alec, and their familial relationship was evident in their stature, the way they moved, and the color of their hair. But where Izzy’s was long, Max’s was an unruly mop that was undeniably directly from Alec. Otherwise, Max was so similar to Alec in facial structure and skin tone that the only marked difference was Max’s blue eyes to Alec’s hazel. 

“Alec!” Izzy’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he realized that she must’ve been trying to get his attention for a while. 

“Ahh, there you are, grumpy cat.” Alec knew she was baiting him but, try as he might, he couldn’t help the scowl. 

“We have to go back to get another under-bed storage container, hangers, maybe a mini-fridge…” Alec listened to her list of increasingly unnecessary items as she pulled out her phone to presumably jot them down. 

While Alec was pleased Max would be living near her Aunt Izzy, who worked in biotech and had moved to Silicon Valley many years ago, he knew that Izzy, for all she was in her early 40s, was the one who would be the bad influence on his college-going daughter. At least they both would have his sister-in-law, Clary, to keep an eye on them. And that was something he never thought he’d say, but damn he was grateful to Clary for so many things even though they couldn’t have less in common—outside of being incredibly stubborn and opinionated. New York City was already too far away from his baby sister and her wife, and now his daughter was going to be living over 3,000 miles away as well. 

Alec’s pride was overflowing at how brave and resilient his Maxwell was, and he couldn’t have been more impressed by how committed and passionate she was about getting everything she could out of life, even if it meant moving so very far away. Max had asked that Alec leave after move-in and the convocation ceremony and the new student dinner so that she could get settled in and adjust to her new surroundings on her own. Alec knew that he’d raised her to be confident and independent, but he couldn’t help but feel a pang in his chest in thinking how much he was going to miss her.

Feeling the sting of imminent tears, Alec pulled himself together right as a group of people knocked on the open door. A smiling young person, wheeling a suitcase, entered the room followed by a couple who must be their parents, laden with bags. 

“Oh hi, Hannah!” Max greeted brightly, throwing the accessories she’d been sorting onto the bed and walking over to the newcomers.

“It’s me! I can’t believe it’s move-in day and we’re finally meeting in person,” Hannah responded, mirroring Max’s excitement. 

Max shoved aside some of her boxes so that Hannah could get to their side of the room. Izzy moved closer to Alec and took the initiative to make introductions with the two new adults in the room. 

“Hi, I’m Izzy, Max’s aunt, and this is my brother, Alec, Max’s dad.” 

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Jennifer, and this is Carol. We’re Hannah’s moms.” The way Jennifer said Hannah’s moms wasn’t aggressive, but it was assertive—said in a way that didn’t offer any space for questions. Alec could sympathize, especially knowing how Izzy navigated the world as a bisexual woman in a same-sex marriage, and how, as far as things had come, even the smallest interactions were a coming-out. Out of the corner of his eye, Alec saw the minute reaction of happiness Izzy had to Jennifer and Carol. 

Jennifer and Carol put their bags down so they all could shake hands. Then, the small talk started. Alec hated small talk and was relieved that Izzy was good with people and could easily take over the niceties. As they chatted, he learned that Hannah and her family were from Oregon and that Hannah was the youngest of three kids, which made Jennifer and Carol empty-nesters. Izzy shared that she and her wife, with a not-so-subtle emphasis on wife, lived close by and would be available to both Max and Hannah if they ever needed anything. Alec noticed that Jennifer and Carol seemed relieved when Izzy mentioned Clary. And while it was different, Alec was glad that Max would have a welcoming and open roommate who would accept Max’s family. 

The day progressed, and Max and Hannah got settled into their dorm, finding homes for all their odds and ends. They had already developed a rapport, and Alec was hopeful that their budding friendship would flourish over time. Living with someone wasn’t easy, especially considering everything they were doing was new to them as they embarked on their college careers away from home. Although Alec wasn’t sure what he was worried about, his best friend, Jace, was the random roommate he’d had in college, and, all these years later, they were still very much in each other’s lives. Jace was Uncle Jace to Max, and Alec wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Before Alec knew it, the convocation ceremony and dinner were over. Izzy headed home to give father and daughter some time alone. Alec was standing outside Max’s dorm, holding his daughter tightly in his arms. He knew that if they weren’t saying goodbye until November, Max would be squirming and complaining about being squished, but tonight, as they said goodbye, Max held him just as tightly. 

“I love you, Maxwell Sophia Lightwood,” Alec said softly. “I’m so fucking proud of you, blueberry.” 

“Thanks,” Max whispered, a slight crack in her voice.

“You’re going to have a great time here, I can tell already,” Alec said, his voice gruff with emotion. 

Alec pulled away to let his daughter go, noticing the sparkling of tears in Max’s eyes. He watched as she not-so-subtly tried to keep from crying by blinking rapidly.

“I love you, Dad. I miss you already.” 

“I already miss you too, Maxie. But you’re going on a great adventure, and I’ll always be here for you. No matter what,” Alec said seriously. “I’m only ever a FaceTime and a plane ride away.”

“I know,” Max said, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “Alright, I’m heading inside before I embarrass myself crying.”

“You know, you sobbed on the first day of school every year until 9th grade.” Alec laughed, knowing he’d get a rise out of her and to push down the twinge in his chest. 

“You’re one to talk!” Max scoffed with indignation. “I was only crying because you were crying. It’s like a yawn, it’s contagious!” Max retorted, punching Alec’s shoulder lightly. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Alec grinned through the heaviness in his heart.

“Okay, I’m going.” Max backed away, a determined look on her face. Alec loved her so much. 

“Call me, text me, cuidado,” Alec said like a mantra, the little saying they’d shared since Max was old enough to be out of the house on her own. 

“Call me, text me, cuidado,” Max responded, smiling up at Alec with the toothy grin that gave him flashbacks to when she was just a little kid and hadn’t grown into her features yet. Alec stood there and watched his grown-up Max walk up the path and head into her building. 

Alec tried to suppress the feeling of despair that nothing was ever going to be the same.

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Maxwell’s first quarter was over, and despite only being home for a day, the house and Alec felt alive again. Max had arrived home for winter break in a flurry of excitement and “dying for a bagel.” She’d thrown her stuff in her room, kissed Alec on the cheek, and run out of the house to meet her high school friends, promising she’d be home in time for dinner with her grandparents, Uncle Jace, Aunt Maia, and their twelve-year-old, Winnie. For just a moment, as Alec worked in the kitchen to prep Max’s favorite foods, it felt like things were back to normal. 

Alec had been fine these past few months. Really, he’d been fine. There was definitely no daughter-shaped hole in his life, and he certainly didn’t look forward to Max’s random texts or regularly scheduled video calls like a lifeline. Alec’s life had abruptly become very quiet. He’d assumed he’d feel the emptiness of living alone again after 18 years, and he did quite acutely. But it was the silence and the solitary nature of his day-to-day existence that gave him pause. Slowly over the last few months, Alec realized that he’d completely subjugated his own sense of self for his daughter’s well-being and happiness. While Alec could never and would never regret the life he built for Max, he knew he had to get his act together and figure out who he was when he didn’t have a kid to raise—parent had become his whole personality.

Alec punched down dinner roll dough after its first rise and thought about the last time he’d started over. Of course, the last time he was 24, not 42, and he’d simply done what needed to be done. It was weird to think about, after so much time, how he’d become a divorcé and single parent to a 6-month-old overnight, and how little he thought about Max’s biological mother. 

Vivian Mayhew was Alec’s perfect match. They’d been introduced by their parents, who were mutual society friends. They’d kept in touch throughout their final year in university and, finding themselves back in the city after graduation, started dating. Alec and Viv made a great couple, with their solid partnership, similar backgrounds, and familial expectations. Alec thought they were in love, so he proposed, and they got married. When they’d found out they were going to have a baby, Alec thought life was near perfect.  

Alec left the dough to rise in the pan and moved on to prepping the rest of the ingredients and letting his mind continue to wander into the past. 

Things changed after Maxwell was born. Well, to be fair, things hadn’t changed; Alec was just finally paying attention. Alec learned that he hadn’t known Viv very well at all. Alec hadn’t known how deeply unhappy she was and had been. That it wasn’t Alec, but the living of a life she didn’t feel was hers. Viv asked for a divorce and, with the dissolution of their marriage, chose to terminate her parental rights. 

Alec had been fortunate to have Izzy and Jace in his life. Unbeknownst to anyone, Alec’s parents were dealing with their own mess and had unfairly and cruelly taken their own misery out on Alec, blaming him for the demise of his marriage. His sister and best friend were the ones to rally around Alec and baby Maxwell. Izzy had been in her last year at university, and while she wanted to help, she’d needed, and Alec had wanted her, to focus on herself. In the end, it was Jace who had moved in with Alec. They’d pretty much raised Max together for the first couple of years of her life. To the outside world, Jace was a cocky asshole with an inflated ego, and yes, he was that, but he was also generous and kind to those he loved, and he loved Max. 

The rolls were out of the oven, cooling, and the rest of dinner prep was complete and ready for when everyone arrived. As he was cleaning the countertop and starting the dishwasher, Alec heard the front door open, keys being tossed in the entryway bowl, and the familiar stomps of his boots-wearing kid before Max’s voice rang out. 

“Oh my god, Dad. It smells so good!” Max gave Alec a perfunctory hug upon entering the kitchen before stealing a roll and shoving as much as she could in her mouth.

Alec gave her a disapproving look, but he knew it didn’t quite land given he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. It was as if thinking about the past and reminiscing about how involved Jace had been in Max’s formative years had summoned the version of Max that was most like him. Throwing the dishcloth into the sink, Alec turned to lean back against the counter. 

“How’s the gang?” Alec asked. “Will they be coming over for the traditional holiday movie marathon while you’re home?” 

“Yeah, everyone’s coming but Ollie. They’re going on some trip with their family this year, which kinda sucks since we only have a couple of weeks to hang out before next quarter starts. But Rafe will be here for the first time, and I’m looking forward to introducing him to Die Hard. Can you believe he’s never seen it?! Literal tragedy.” 

Alec had been hearing about Rafael Bane for months. Max and Rafe had met in line for something-or-other and, in talking, realized they were both born and bred New Yorkers, having found themselves in California. They’d bonded over their mutual frustration at West Coast slow walkers and all people who can’t order at a food counter to save their lives. Bits and pieces of Rafe’s life, and that Rafe was also raised by his dad, came to Alec through Max’s stories, so Alec was looking forward to meeting the kid. 

“Alright, Popsicle. Anything you need me to do before everyone shows up?” 

“No, all’s prepped and ready to go for when they arrive. You’ve got a little over an hour before you're the star of the show.” 

“Please. We all know that Winnie’s the star,” Max said, grabbing another roll and walking out of the kitchen. 

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Alec was content as he pushed his chair back, extended his legs, and rested his folded hands over his stomach, appreciating the messy post-meal table full of empty serving dishes, fork-scraped plates, and crinkled napkins. The family chatter was soothing and familiar and a balm to the fear that he’d become too isolated. 

The moment Maryse, Alec’s mom, and her husband, Luke, arrived, Max was in full-on Max-mode. The energy only amped up when Jace, Maia, and Winnie showed up. Winnie adored her cousin, Max, and the feeling was mutual. 

Max spent the meal regaling the table with questionable jokes—egged on by Jace—and undeniably questionable college stories to share with not only one’s grandparents, but an impressionable twelve-year-old who thinks you hung the moon. 

A strong hand gripped Alec’s shoulder. 

“Another incredible meal, kiddo,” Luke said, the warmth in his voice providing the validation Alec always got from his stepfather. 

“Oh, Alec, I’m stuffed,” Maryse said, a smile in her voice as she winked across the table at her son. “Who taught you to be such a good cook?”

It would forever be a marvel how the dynamics of the family had changed since those ugly years in the wake of Max’s birth. Maryse was a fuller, more honest version of herself, and she’d found an excellent partner in Luke who loved her deeply, and without blinking an eye loved her children as if they were his own. Alec couldn’t have asked for his child to have better grandparents.

Alec grinned back at his mom. 

“Only the best cook in the world,” Alec said as he stood, stretched, and started stacking plates to carry into the kitchen. Jace also stood to help Alec clear the table as the rest of the family moved into the living room. 

Alec and Jace navigated the kitchen as if no time had passed since they’d lived together—fluidly moving around the small space as if able to sense where the other person was at all times. It didn’t stop Alec from sensing that Jace was only being helpful because he had something to say. The need to speak rolled off him with an intensity that reminded Alec of the horrid cologne Jace used to practically bathe in when they were in college; you could always smell Jace coming a mile away. 

“Alright, Jace. Just spit it out.” Alec looked at his best friend with a raised eyebrow. 

“Ugh, I hate how you do that,” Jace returned petulantly. “You don’t know me, dude.” 

Alec couldn’t help but love this doofus. 

“We both know there’s not a lot we can hide from each other, but you’re seriously being about as subtle as a sledgehammer. Just say it.”

“I think you need to start dating.” 

The statement hung in the air. 

“Alec, don’t look at me like that. It’s been more than 18 years, and it’s time you gave it another go.” 

Alec was annoyed that he actually agreed with Jace. Everything about Max being away from home and feeling the emptiness of his life made him wish he had someone to share things with—a partner. He’d never felt the absence before now, and he kind of hated that he hoped for companionship. 

“Okay, now, don’t bite my head off, but I think you should let me set you up on some dates.” 

Alec stared. The comfortable furrow of his brow slotting into place. 

“You know Maia’s friend, Daisy? You’ve met her a few times, but she was definitely at that last fundraiser for the Wildlife Conservation Society.”

Alec knew very well who Daisy was, and well, she was nice. But someone he could date? What would they even talk about? Fuck, he had no idea what he was doing. 

The more Alec internally floundered, the more Jace chattered away. 

“…and she’s great friends with us, and we could double date! But…just think about it, okay? I promise I’m not pressuring you.” 

“Okay.” Alec said. 

“Okay?! Like okay to the date or okay to thinking about it?” Alec didn’t miss the hopeful tone in Jace’s voice.

“Okay to the date,” Alec responded with a lot more confidence than he felt. 

Well, I guess that’s that. Deep-end here I come. 

“But like, give me Daisy’s number or something. I’m not having you try to coordinate for me.” 

Jace took out his phone to share Daisy’s contact information and Alec worked hard to suppress the slightly sick feeling. He hadn’t committed to anything yet, he’d just take Daisy’s number and figure out what he was going to do with it later. 

That plan was shot to hell when he stepped into the living room and Maia asked her husband, “Did you ask him about Daisy?” 

All eyes swiveled to Alec.

Shit.

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Christmas had come and gone, and it was now January 2nd. Max was heading back to Palo Alto the next day to get settled in before classes started on the 5th. It had worked out that Max and her friend Rafael would be on the same flight, so they were coordinating their travel together. 

When Rafael had rung the doorbell to join the holiday movie marathon, Alec was surprised to see a well-dressed young man standing at his door. The cut and polish of his clothes hinted at being specifically tailored for him. A polite, yet curt, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Lightwood. I’m Rafael Bane,” accompanied by a firm handshake threw Alec for a loop. 

Alec had tried not to find it surprising that Max had gravitated to such an outwardly serious person, but in that one evening Alec realized that Rafael had a biting wit that spoke to his intelligence, and seeing Max verbally spar with her new best friend made all the pieces click. They were well-suited to each other—like two sides of the same coin. Rafael and Max had met up multiple times over their break and Alec had happily welcomed Rafael into the fold. 

Both Max and Rafael insisted that Alec meet Magnus, Rafael’s father. Apparently, the fact that both their children attended the same school, became close friends, and left their fathers behind in New York City, meant that Alec and Magnus were also destined to be friends. It’s not that Alec was opposed to meeting Rafael’s father, Rafael was great and Alec was sure that his father was perfectly nice too. It’s that Alec had always felt strongly about getting to know the people who would be in Max’s life—even now that she was away from home. The likelihood that Max would be spending time with Rafael and, by association, Magnus meant that Alec wanted to meet the man. 

Yet, the real kicker was the conversation Max had prompted after the Daisy incident last week. 

Their house had stilled as first Maryse and Luke, then Jace, Maia, and Winnie said their goodbyes and departed. It was almost midnight, and Max was squished into the corner of the sofa, cocooned in a blanket, phone in hand. Alec walked over and kissed her on the head, whispering a tender goodnight, Blueberry into her hair. He stood, about to turn and head to his bedroom when Max calmly, but insistently, called out to him.

“Dad, you have a minute?” 

“For you, Blue. Always.” Alec sat next to her on the sofa, adjusting the throw pillow behind him to get comfortable. Max was life incarnate—all energy and brilliance—which meant that when she was quiet and contemplative, it was important to pay attention. They’d done this dance thousands of times before, having built a rhythm of communication as Max got older. Alec would always listen. 

Max angled her body towards him and looked him straight in the eyes. 

“Now that I don’t live here anymore, I think…” she paused, and Alec can tell that she’s trying to be kind in the way she pauses to choose her words. “I think you’re lonely. And I’m trying to find a nice way of saying that you need to get a life.” A little frown appeared between her eyebrows, and it’s such an odd echo of the one Alec sees in the mirror that he wants to laugh. 

Yet, when Alec digested the words, he knew that Max isn’t one to beat around the bush, and the fact that she tried to find an alternative to being blunt means she’s serious. Alec is overwhelmed with love for his kid, but he’s hyper aware of the fact that not taking her worry seriously is the wrong move.

“Maxwell,” he says softly, “I’m alright. Sure, you’re not here anymore, and I miss you like crazy. But, I’m doing okay, and my life is fine.” 

“Dad…” Max nearly whines, “you deserve better than fine, and ‘okay’ isn’t good enough. You need to make a friend and do friend things.” 

Alec opens his mouth to protest when Max cuts him off. 

“And hanging out with Uncle Jace at the gym is not a social life, Dad.” 

You know what? Alec’s got nothing. All he can do is shrug. 

Taking this as her cue to continue, Max offers, “Or…get a girlfriend. I know that, even though you’re too good to bad-mouth her, Vivian basically ghosted you. And like, I get that she had good reasons, but fuck that. Just because that relationship was a dumpster fire doesn’t mean they’re all like that. Think of Aunt Maia. She’s fucking awesome and Grandma even found Grandpa! Just, come on, Dad, think about actually being the main character for once.” 

So, with his daughter’s words rattling around his skull for the last week, when the coffee meet-up was proposed, Alec didn’t want to decline. A new friend was doable. A girlfriend though? Daisy’s contact information was still in his phone, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to use it.

Plus, he reminded himself, it will be nice to meet Rafael’s father. Alec wasn’t going to put pressure on it though. 

The plan was to meet at a bakeshop café in the DUMBO neighborhood of Brooklyn. The wind was sharp and biting, the sun shone brightly, and New York City was displaying its unique charm in a way no other city could. Bundled up in their coats, scarves, and hats, the Lightwood father and daughter walked the 10 minutes from the train to their destination—the Brooklyn Bridge looming large as they got closer, passing under the bridge where the streets transition into cobblestones. 

They entered the shop and were welcomed by the smell of caramelized sugar and espresso. Pulling off their layers to stand in line, Max spots Rafael at a corner table and waves to get his attention. Following Max’s eye-line, Alec lifts his hand to acknowledge Rafael’s smile of hello when he notices them. 

“I’m gonna go sit with him. Will you get me a vanilla latte and something to eat?” 

“Sure thing, Blue. Will you take my coat?”  

Handing over his coat, Alec moved his attention back to the pastry case. Alec perused the options, trying to decide what was the most tempting. Everything looked delicious, and his eyes were definitely bigger than his stomach, but he wondered if Max would be up for sharing a few things between them. 

A voice, coming from behind, interrupted Alec’s deliberations.

“If you’re up for a recommendation, you can’t go wrong with either the chocolate almond croissant or the apple turnover.” 

Alec shifted around to acknowledge the speaker and was met by a dapper man who smiled up at him.

“Oh, yeah? Thank you. I’m torn between the apple turnover and the peach danish. The chocolate almond croissant was an easy choice; it had me at hello,” Alec chuckled awkwardly, wondering why he suddenly felt self-conscious. He locked eyes with the stranger and noticed only kindness and, he hoped, a smidge of recognition at the movie reference. Alec noticed the stranger’s lightly flushed cheeks, the delicate pink tip of his nose and ears, and wondered if they were from the cold. 

“Truly, everything here is wonderful. You really can’t go wrong, whatever you choose. My son and I are frequent customers and have tried everything more than once.” 

As Alec prepared to respond, the cashier called out for the next customer. Alec sent a smile to the stranger before moving up to the counter to place his order. 

Alec, with order number in hand, made his way to the cozy round table where Max and Rafael were chatting exuberantly. Their faces beamed at him as he approached. Rafael stood up to move his coat so that Alec could sit next to Max. 

“Hey, Mr. Lightwood. It’s good to see you again.”

“You too, Rafael.” Alec said, taking his seat, his back to the larger room and leaving the chair between him and Rafael open. 

“I’m glad it worked out for you and Max to come into Brooklyn. My dad and I love this place. We’ve been here at least four times since I got home.” 

“That’s like Max and her favorite bagel place,” Alec says, pointedly looking at his daughter. 

“Ugh, they’re soooo good,” Max says, stretching out the words to emphasize how serious she was about these bagels. “I’ve had at least two a day to make up for the fact that I’ve gone without them for the last few months. I’ll never get enough; I even have some ready to shove in my suitcase to take back to school.” 

“Bapak, there you are,” Rafael says as the chair next to Alec gets pulled out. Alec looks up to greet Rafael’s dad and sees that it’s the man from the line. 

“I’m sorry, Rafael, that phone call took longer than expected, and then I was in line to order…” Magnus’ voice trails off as he meets Alec’s eyes. 

Alec doesn’t know why he didn’t put it together that the man in line was Magnus Bane. He and his son have the same air about them, not to mention similar features, and clearly adhere to a similar dress code. 

“Oh, it’s you,” Magnus says smoothly.  

As Magnus settles into his seat, Max pipes up to make introductions. 

“Magnus, this is my dad, Alec. Dad, this is Magnus, Rafael’s dad.” 

“Hi Magnus,” Alec extends his hand. “It’s great to finally meet you. I appreciate your help earlier.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Alec,” Magnus replies, grasping Alec’s outstretched hand and squeezing it gently. “It’s nice to put a face to the name.” 

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Stanford was hosting a Family Weekend at the end of February and Alec would always jump at the chance to visit Max. The planned events were to take place on Friday and Saturday, so Alec had worked his schedule to fly out Thursday and head home on Monday. He’d stay with Izzy and Clary, who would be joining Family Weekend, so not only was he able to avoid a hotel, but he’d get to hang out with two more of his favorite people. 

A few weeks after returning to California from winter break, on Alec and Max’s weekly video call, Max mentioned that Magnus was also planning to visit for Family Weekend. Max had not-so-subtly suggested that they travel together since they were essentially coming from the same place. Alec didn’t think it was a bad idea, but he and Magnus had only met that one time, and that was with their kids as a buffer. Spending solid time with Magnus meant that Alec would have to make actual non-kid-related conversation longer than the bunch of texts they’d exchanged since January.

Their text conversations always centered on Max, Rafe, and the stories they spun about their college antics. And Alec had to admit that having another parent to commiserate with about their college-age child was good. It meant he didn’t feel silly expressing more honestly how he felt about Max being so far away. But even with their current shared experience, they never delved deeper than the surface of that common ground.  

Traveling together would give Alec and Magnus a chance to get to know each other beyond their children, and it wasn’t like they had to room together. It was one long, boring flight that would be made better with company. The ever-present voice in Alec’s head encouraging him to make a friend didn’t hurt either—and he liked Magnus.

After mulling it over some more, he sent Magnus a message. 

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They’d been able to book the same flight and found seats in an exit row, Alec on the aisle and Magnus by the window. Being in an exit row on this plane meant there wasn’t a third seat, thus allowing them to avoid navigating additional awkwardness of having a stranger smushed between them. 

90 minutes into the six hour flight and Alec realized that he was shit at getting to know people. He was grasping at straws to find something to ask or offer up as a topic that didn’t revolve around Max and Rafe. Alec kept glancing over at Magnus who was playing a game on his phone. 

Alec surreptitiously took Magnus in, for the first time really looking at him while Alec wasn’t self-conscious about the return gaze. Alec admired Magnus’ hands, how strong yet refined they were with well-manicured nails and unblemished skin.

Alec noticed that Magnus’ neatly combed hair was dark as coal, and Alec wondered if it was soft to the touch. Magnus’ profile was delicate. Alec’s eyes followed the line of Magnus’ brow, down over his nose, and then tracing Magnus’ lips. Overall, Magnus’ face lacked the sharpness of Alec’s own, but Magnus’ Adam’s apple was prominent. Alec noticed that, while Magnus wasn’t wearing an earring, his earlobe had the unmistakable indent of a piercing. 

Alec wished he could remember what color Magnus’ eyes were. 

They were both in plane-appropriate clothing but the difference in quality was not lost on Alec. Everything Alec was wearing had been chosen for comfort and not much else. Magnus was dressed simply but with a sense of cohesion. Magnus made a navy crewneck sweater over a white t-shirt look sophisticated. Magnus’ legs were crossed the pull of his charcoal joggers exposing a bit of his ankle, a tiny bit of skin showing before being hidden by a sock and a pristine white sneaker. Alec was impressed, living in New York City was hell on your shoes, he knew that his own sneakers had seen better days.

Alec was abruptly interrupted from staring at Magnus by the voice of the flight attendant; heart racing and feeling like he dodged a bullet as Magnus looked over and made eye-contact. 

Brown. 

Magnus’ eyes were brown. 

Yeah, warm and deep with a dark cognac shade throughout. 

Coming back to himself, Alec quickly looked away, coughed to cover his awkwardness, and asked for a ginger ale. Taking the minute before the flight attendant handed him his drink, he wrestled down his embarrassment at having been caught staring. 

Drink and snack in hand, Alec decided he needed to try harder to get to know Magnus the individual rather than as only Rafael’s dad. Deep breath and just ask a question. Except nothing happened. His mind was blank. All he could do was watch the lightly golden bubbles of his soda dance around the plastic cup. 

“Hey, Alec. Are you okay?” Magnus’ voice was kind as he broke Alec’s staring contest with his ginger ale. Alec could feel the furrow in his brow relax once he released the tension in his face.

“Yeah, I’m okay, sorry I’ve just been wracking my brain trying to think of a conversation starter so I can be your friend.” Alec huffed out a little laugh, promptly blushed bright red, and covered his face with his hands. 

“Oh god, please ignore me.” Alec peeked at Magnus through his fingers only to see Magnus smiling back at him. 

“You wanna be my friend, Alec?” Magnus asked, the sincerity in his voice apparent. 

Alec chanced more direct eye contact before he answered, “Yeah, yeah I do.” 

Magnus looked back at Alec with a little smirk. 

“Okay, then let’s be friends.” 

Alec couldn’t help the giggle that rose from his chest in embarrassment and complete relief as he picked up his drink and took a sip. 

“I’m not good at this, Magnus.” 

“Not good at what? Being charming? Because I don’t believe that for a second.” 

“You can’t be serious. I’m a bumbling mess. I spend my days behind a computer where my job is literally spreadsheets and I don’t ever have to talk to people. I honestly don’t know how Max became so fucking cool.”

“Speaking of your lovely Maxwell, I’ve been meaning to ask you a question.” Magnus maneuvered in the narrow plane seat to angle his body towards Alec.

Alec is prepared for the inevitable—where’s Max’s mom? Why are you raising Max on your own—line of questioning, but in what is becoming a familiar feeling around the Bane son and father, Alec is pleasantly surprised when Magnus’ question is nothing of the sort. 

“Why Maxwell?” Magnus asks in a gently inquisitive tone. “Tell me more about why you chose that name. Your daughter is the perfect Maxwell, but you never really see the name given to children in a gender-neutral capacity.”

“Mission Impossible.” Alec states. 

Magnus looks back at him, clearly confused. 

“Maxwell is named after the character Max in Mission Impossible.” 

“You’re shitting me!” Magnus lightly smacks Alec’s arm. 

“Nope,” Alec grins. “I was 13 when that first movie came out, and when the reveal comes that Max is a woman. I loved the twist so much. How easily it played into our assumptions that an arms dealer overseeing a huge global operation would be a man. Ever since, I always thought that if I had a daughter, her name would be Max. When Max was born, her mother and I decided that Max was more of a nickname, so we chose Maxwell.” 

“Alec, I am utterly delighted to find this out.” Magnus sips his drink and does that belated laugh someone does when they are truly tickled by something. 

“Okay then, fair’s fair. Why Rafael?” 

“Oh, well, that’s not remotely as interesting. My Rafael is named after two people who mean and meant a lot to me and Rafael’s mother. A dear childhood friend of mine who in too many ways to count saved my teenage self from disaster, and then Rafael’s mother’s grandfather.” Magnus concluded. “See? Boring.”

“Nothing boring about it. It’s a nice way to honor people close to you.” 

“Thank you, Alec.” The sweet smile Magnus shines on him cues butterflies in Alec’s stomach.

The remaining hours flew by as Alec and Magnus kept an easy conversation going. They’d even made tentative plans to get together when they returned to the city. By the time the flight landed and they waited for their luggage at baggage claim, Alec felt like he’d really done it.

He’d made a friend. 

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“Why haven’t you called Daisy?” The stern look of Jace’s upside-down face glared down at Alec.

“Really…” Alec grunted out as he pushed the barbell back up, “…Jace…you’re asking me…right now?!” Alec stared up at his best friend who was supposed to be spotting Alec on the bench press. They’d met up at Jace’s gym for their usual Tuesday workout and post-sweat smoothie. 

“Yes, because you’re a wily fucker who always finds a way to avoid answering my questions unless I corner you.”

Jace held the bar steady so Alec could place it back on the bar catchers, walked around to face him, and threw a towel at his head.

“I’m serious, man. What’s stopping you from just going on a date?” 

“Jace,” Alec sighed, using the towel to wipe his brow, “it’s just not been the right time.” 

“There’s never a right time. And there’s no way you’re too busy. With Maxie away, you’ve got lots of time.”

Alec wasn’t particularly busy, but he also didn’t feel the urgent need to go on a date. He’s not sure what changed since he accepted Daisy’s phone number in December, but the desire to get back out there has vanished. 

“Fine. Fine, just leave it alone, Jace.” 

And surprisingly, Jace did, but not before pointing his finger at Alec in a you better or else kind of way. 45 minutes later, they’d finished their smoothies and hugged goodbye. Alec walked to the subway to head home, and Jace stayed to finish up his work at the gym. 

Alec pulled out his phone, opening his text chain with Magnus. 

Alec couldn’t really think about why he hadn’t told Jace about his budding friendship with Magnus. Jace had, of course, heard about Magnus, given how close Max and Rafe were, but Alec hadn’t told Jace that he and Magnus had been texting almost daily since returning from California a week ago nor that Alec thought he’d successfully made a new friend. 

Maybe it was because Jace would be overzealous in his pride at Alec branching out, and Alec found that embarrassing. 

He sent Magnus a text to reconfirm tonight. They had plans to meet for dinner, and Alec was a bit nervous. Yes, they’d been chatting frequently, but this would be the first time they’d actually be together in person since being back in New York. He’d go home, hop in the shower, relax a little, change his outfit half a dozen times, then head out. 

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Alec took the subway stairs two at a time as he left the station. He wasn’t exactly late, but the anticipation made him rush. The jangle of his nerves didn’t help, and he chalked it up to the newness of this friendship. He used the few blocks to the restaurant to put on an air of nonchalance. It was just Magnus, after all. He and Magnus were friends; there was nothing to be nervous about.

The Ethiopian restaurant was inconspicuous. The kind of place you wouldn’t even look twice at unless someone pointed it out to you. But Alec saw Magnus right away; he was standing off to the side of the entrance, leaning up against the brick facade. The street lamp illuminated his face, and he looked golden in the light—a warm contrast to the bitter cold wind whipping around. Magnus hadn’t noticed Alec yet; he was looking away from the direction in which Alec was coming, pulling the collar of his coat up a little higher. 

Alec stopped at the curb and waited for the ‘walk sign’ so he could cross the street. The evening was a blur of cars and typical city traffic, and if he wasn’t afraid of getting hit by a bus, he’d probably cross against the light just to get there faster. He didn’t want to shout to Magnus; that seemed overly eager, but Alec wanted Magnus to look at him.

The light changed. Alec moved into the street and toward the spot where Magnus was waiting. Alec felt the moment Magnus recognized him and then watched as he gave a small smile and a little wave.

“Hey Magnus.” 

“Well hello, Alec.” 

They stood a bit apart and stared at each other for a few moments while Alec dithered about whether or not to give Magnus a hug. Friends do that. They hug in greeting and he and Magnus were friends so Alec bent slightly to give Magnus a quick squeeze. Magnus didn’t seem perturbed by Alec’s hug and wrapped his arms around Alec to hug him back. The movement wafting the scent of Magnus’ cologne in the air instantly putting Alec at ease. He really loved that smell, he’d have to ask Magnus what it was called. 

As they pulled apart, Magnus gestured towards the restaurant door, “I’m glad you could make it. I’ve been wanting to try this place for ages.” Magnus went to pull the door open, and Alec reached around him to hold it as he entered. 

The inside space was a classic New York City restaurant, long and narrow, with as many two-top tables as could reasonably be placed within the space. The atmosphere was cozy, the lighting diffused and rosy, hanging plants and artwork adorned the walls. The host perked up as Magnus and Alec entered, asking them if they had a reservation. Soon enough, they were guided to a table right in front of the sidewalk-facing window. Removing their coats, they carefully maneuvered so as not to jostle the nearby tables. Alec was largely unsuccessful when he not only bumped another diner, twirled to apologize, twisted his legs in his coat, and then fell into his seat with enough oomph to rattle the carafe of water on the table. 

Adjusting himself in his seat, Alec noticed that Magnus was desperately trying to suppress a laugh, which triggered his own. They sat there giggling and trying to regain composure. The easy comfort they had built on their trip was still evident, and all Alec’s worries vanished. 

They had decided to share all their dishes—doro tibs, tiki gomen, and yater kik alicha, to name a few—and when the colorful platter arrived alongside plenty of injera, they dug in with gusto. They got a little messy but didn’t let that stop them from deeply enjoying their meal and each other’s company. When they’d eaten as much as they could, they sat a little longer, extending their evening and overstaying their reservation. When they stepped out of the restaurant and back into the night, they stood talking for while longer. Neither wanting to say goodnight quite yet. 

Magnus was the first to break the conversation and start their goodbyes. 

“I had a great evening, Alec. I’m glad it worked out for us to meet for dinner. And, if you’re really interested in going to see that sci-fi movie, let me know. I’d usually go alone but would be glad for the company.” 

“Totally, I’m up for it. How about Friday? I mean, if you’re free, if there’s a better day, just let me know, I don’t have plans this weekend, or really any weekend, I usually use those days to run errands, so really anytime works for me…” Alec stopped talking as Magnus’ hand rested on his chest, the minute pressure halting his rambling. 

“Friday works,” Magnus said, removing his hand. “I’ll look at times and let you know.” 

“Great,” Alec breathed out.  

Magnus leaned in for a hug before they parted ways, headed in opposite directions. Alec glanced back just before he went round the corner and watched as Magnus’s figure disappeared into the distance. 

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They met at the movie theater that Friday, and while the company and the popcorn were enjoyable, the movie was terrible. They’d agreed on getting together another time to watch some of their favorite sci-fi films. Neither wanted to part when they made it to the subway from the theater, so they ended up sitting at a café, running through all the movies they could think of, and compiling their watch list. Magnus insisted that Edge of Tomorrow was highly underrated, Alec confessing to never having seen Alien, and both of them on the same page that all iterations of The Thing were terrifying. Alec hadn’t realized how long they’d been there before the café owner came over to kindly inform them the shop was closing for the night. Alec couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun or stayed out so late. 

Alec had gotten up the courage to suggest next week for their movie night, and Magnus readily agreed. It ended up that Wednesdays were a good evening for Magnus, and given that Alec worked from home on Wednesdays, and his absolute lack of a social life, he could definitely make that night work. He’d decided to invite Magnus over for their movie night since he’d learned that while Magnus lived in Brooklyn, his company, MB Designs, was based out of the Garment District in Manhattan, thus a relatively quick train ride uptown after he finished up his work. 

When he’d learned that Magnus led a small but prestigious costume design firm, he wasn’t surprised. It made a lot of sense that the meticulously dressed father and son duo were outfitted by someone who took great care with clothing. Magnus had shared that nowadays he rarely had to pattern-make, sew, or tailor; therefore, he leaned more into the creative and storytelling aspect of clothing, but despite his departure in his work, he would always ensure that his and Raphael’s wardrobe was of the highest quality and impeccable fit. After hearing the depth of passion in Magnus’ voice when he spoke of his work, Alec wished he had something else to offer besides a nice title in corporate finance. He liked his job, it kept him and Max housed and fed, but it didn’t speak to him the way that Magnus’ did. It was impressive and a bit intimidating. 

The rest of the weekend and the next two days had moved surprisingly slow for Alec. He was looking forward to seeing Magnus again; this kind of anticipation was a new feeling for him. He was restlessly rearranging the pillows on the sofa when the doorbell rang. 

He slid in his socks as he quickly crossed to the front door. He took a moment to take a deep breath and put a smile on his face. He swung the door open, ready to greet Magnus, only to be met with the teenager who did the weeknight deliveries from Mimi’s Pizza.

“Hey, Jasmine,” Alec said, maintaining his smile. He had forgotten that he had ordered ahead to ensure the food would be hot by the time Magnus arrived.

“Hey, Alec. I have your pizza and garlic knots here,” Jasmine replied, pulling a pizza box and paper bag out of the insulated carrier. Alec exchanged cash for the food, tipped generously, expressed his gratitude, and closed the door. As he walked into the kitchen to place the food on the counter, the doorbell rang again. This time, it was undoubtedly Magnus. 

As he opened the door, he was greeted by a slightly windswept Magnus. Magnus had his coat collar pulled high, a thick, soft-looking scarf wrapped around his neck, and fuzzy earmuffs. His cheeks and nose were pink with cold. He looked adorable. 

“Come in, come in,” Alec ushered Magnus inside. “Let me take your coat.”

“Thanks, but I can do it. You can take this instead,” Magnus said, handing Alec a vibrantly colored reusable bag before removing his coat. “I brought some wine, but I wasn’t sure what kind you liked. There’s a red, a white, and a sparkling option.”

“You didn’t have to bring anything.”

“I never go to someone else’s home empty-handed, especially the first time,” Magnus remarked as he hung his coat up in the hall closet.

“Let’s go into the kitchen. You’ve got perfect timing; the pizza just arrived.”

“It smells amazing. My stomach’s been grumbling at me the entire trip from my office.”

“When I talk to Max this weekend, she’s going to be so jealous. Mimi’s Pizza is an all-time favorite. She’s had quite a few of her birthday parties there.”

They entered the kitchen, and Alec busied himself opening the boxes and getting plates out of the cupboard.

“Anything I can do to help?” Magnus asked, standing on the other side of the island.

“Yes, would you mind opening one of the wines you brought? Which do you think pairs best with pizza?” Alec observed Magnus’ face change to one of delight.

“I’d be happy to,” Magnus said cheerfully while moving around the island and pulling the already chilled sparkling wine out of his bag. “I have always been quite partial to a nice Italian Gragnano with pizza. The bubbles really bring out the cheesiness of the cheese, you’ll see…” He trailed off looking around and grabbing a clean dishcloth off the stack by the sink. 

They made eye contact, and Magnus seemed to read the skepticism on Alec’s face. 

“You’re going to have to trust me!” 

“I’ll reserve judgment for now,” Alec said drily. 

Magnus’s face shone, and Alec felt a sense of peace knowing that he and Magnus could joke around a little.

Magnus draped the dishcloth over the bottle, placed his thumbs on either side of the cork, and shimmied it back and forth before a distinctive pop rang out. 

Alec set down two champagne flutes and watched Magnus carefully pour the ruby-red wine into each flute, adding, “And it doesn’t hurt that it’s such a pretty color.”

The wine sparkled in the flutes as Alec handed Magnus a plate in encouragement to serve himself first. Plates full of pizza, garlic knots, and the side salad Alec had thrown together, they decided to eat in the kitchen.

Alec could feel Magnus watching him as they sat next to each other. Alec picked up his pizza, folded it in half, and took a decent-sized bite. When he glanced over at Magnus, Magnus had picked up his wine and was pointedly gesturing to Alec’s own glass, then holding his own out for a toast. 

They clinked their glasses together, echoing each other’s “cheers” before Alec took his first sip. 

“Oh shit, that’s good,” Alec said, unable to hide his surprise at how the mild sweetness of the wine diffused the saltiness of the pizza. 

“I told you,” Magnus declared triumphantly, taking a bite of his own pizza and humming as he chewed. 

“I’ll never doubt you again,” Alec laughed, thinking how it wasn’t so bad to try new things.

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On the fifth day of her spring break, Max stumbled into the kitchen and found Alec elbow-deep in baking preparations. Alec liked to mise-en-place when he cooked, but what was brewing in their kitchen was next-level neurotic. Not only had he pre-measured ingredients in bowls of various sizes, but he’d laid out all the utensils in the order they would be used. 

“Oh my god, Dad, why are you so extra? It’s so early.” Max yawn-whined as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. 

“It’s not that early, Blue,” Alec huffed as he set up his mixer and locked in the paddle attachment. 

“I wanted to bed-rot until we left for dinner, and your crack of dawn clanging woke me up… ” she trailed off with another yawn as she plodded over to the coffee station to make her cloyingly sweet, caffeinated confection. 

Alec watched her and lifted an eyebrow in bewilderment. 

“Why would you want to rot, and in your bed? Sounds messy and disgusting.”

“Not literally,” Max rolled her eyes, “just like my brain said nah and my body agreed.” Max took a sip of her drink and closed her eyes for a moment before snapping them open again. 

“Wait, what are you making anyway? We’re going to Rafe’s tonight, but you’re out here buzzing like Grandma’s coming over to give you a test.”  

“Yes, we’re going to Magnus and Rafael’s house for dinner, but I told Magnus I’d bring dessert so I’m making a chocolate raspberry mousse cake.” Looking around to make sure he had everything ready, Alec picked up the butter and tossed it into the mixer’s bowl, turning it on low. 

The whirring sound of the butter being whipped couldn’t quite cover the lack of response from Max. Alec looked up to see Max holding her cup halfway to her mouth and staring at him with a very familiar look of incredulity before she set her mug down on the counter. 

“You’re making the chocolate raspberry mousse cake?” 

“Yes.” 

“The one where you make your own raspberry jam?” 

“Yeah…is that weird? It just tastes better with the added jam, and nothing is as good as when it’s homemade. But also, what are you getting on me for? You love this cake!” 

“I do love this cake! I adore this cake, but the last time I asked you to make it for me, you complained that the recipe says it’ll take three hours, but it actually takes nine hours. You even told me I was old enough to make it myself!”

“Well,” Alec said a bit defensively. “You are old enough to make it for yourself.” And with that, he went back to baking. 

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A stroll through Brooklyn Heights was always pleasant, even during the last month of winter. The narrow tree-lined streets and rows of brownstones were quintessential to the neighborhood. Magnus’ house was just a few blocks away from the promenade, and Alec couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the breathtaking view that lay just a few steps from Magnus’ front door. 

When Magnus and Rafael invited Alec to dinner at their house, it was for that Wednesday night, which Alec considered one of his and Magnus’s nights since they usually spent time together on Wednesdays and Fridays. This would, however, be the first time Alec was going to see where Magnus lived. He’d conjured up all sorts of visions in his head about the space in which someone as artistic and design-minded as Magnus would reside. In the end, it was nothing and everything like he’d imagined.

Alec held the travel cake carrier while Max had a book she wanted to loan to Rafael as they stood on the front stoop and rang the doorbell. A few moments later, the door opened to reveal Magnus’ smiling face.

“Hello, Lightwoods. Always lovely to see you. Please come inside out of the cold.” Magnus stepped back and waved them along. 

Alec crossed the threshold into the entryway, a small tiled space with coat hooks and shoe storage. He set his cake carrier on a nearby narrow table so he could remove his coat and shoes. 

“We’ve got guest slippers if you’d like.” Magnus offered. 

“Thanks, Mr. Bane, but I remembered to bring my grippy socks this time.” Max replied, pulling off her boot socks and grabbing her tie-dyed grippy socks out of her pants pocket. 

“What about you?” Magnus asked Alec. “Do you also have grippy socks stored on your person?”

“Nope. Someone,” Alec cocked his head pointedly towards Max, “didn’t give me the heads up, so I’ll take a pair of slippers, please.” 

Magnus reached into a woven basket under the table and withdrew a pair of maroon slippers, handing them to Alec, who put them on and grabbed his cake carrier. 

“I’m delighted that both of you could make it,” Magnus said, giving hugs to Max and Alec. “Rafael is downstairs cooking. He’s been in there every day since coming home. As you well know, dorm life doesn’t afford you access to a kitchen, so we’ll be his test subjects tonight as he tries out a new recipe.”

Magnus guided them through a set of glass French doors into the home. 

The walls were covered with a subtly floral wallpaper in a calming blue. To the left, a prominent staircase curved up and around to another floor. To the right, an arched opening revealed a living room with a dark marble-mantled fireplace, a set of deep armchairs, and a wide sofa that appeared comfortable and inviting.

The trio took a set of stairs down to the garden-level where the kitchen and a large dining table surrounded by a built-in banquette were located. The ceilings were lower than upstairs, but the exposed beams and vintage wood cabinetry looked rich and welcoming. 

Rafael noticed them enter as he checked something in the oven and reset a timer.

“Hey, Max. Hey, Mr. Lightwood. Dinner should be ready in about 20 minutes.”

“Anything I can do to help?” Max asked, moving to give Rafael a quick hug.

“Yeah, that would be great. I could use an extra set of hands.” Rafael put his hand up to cover his face, tilting his head towards his father in an exaggerated manner. 

“That better not be a dig at me, Rafael!” Magnus gasped playfully and then to Alec, “I’ll have you know, I am very helpful in the kitchen.” 

He appeared to notice what Alec was carrying. “Thank you for bringing dessert. Could I please have a look?” Magnus pleaded with big puppy dog eyes. 

“Of course.” Alec chuckled fondly. 

Alec placed the cake carrier on the island and carefully undid the latches that secured the opaque cover.

“I’m not sure it survived the MTA,” Alec half-heartedly joked. “We should have taken a cab.” 

“Don’t be silly,” Magnus chided. “Whatever its state, I’m sure it’s going to be delicious. Those chocolate sugar cookies you made last week were divine.” 

Alec caught eyes with Max, who was standing on the other side of the island, slicing up a baguette. He could sense a list of questions just by the look on her face. So he’d baked for Magnus a few times. That’s not a big deal; friends do that, and he and Magnus were friends.

Ignoring his daughter, Alec slowly lifted the cover off the cake and was relieved to see it still looked perfect. The four-layer cake stood straight, the rich chocolate frosting was still shiny, and the raspberries adorning the top remained perfectly spaced from each other.

“Oh, Alec,” Magnus whispered. 

“It’s a chocolate mousse cake with raspberries. It has whole raspberries, chocolate mousse, and raspberry jam in each layer.”

“This is too much. Did you make this because I told you raspberries were my favorite?” 

“Maybe,” Alec admitted, feeling his cheeks heat up, not at all helped by the fact that he felt Max’s stare burning a hole in the middle of his head. He would absolutely not look at her; focused only on the surprised and pleased look on Magnus’ face before strong arms wrapped him in a hug. 

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The routine Alec had built for himself as a solo empty-nester was comfortable. He kept himself busy outside of work. Maintaining his longstanding weekly family traditions, such as his gym dates with Jace, family brunch on Sundays, and Monday phone calls with Izzy and Clary, all becoming intertwined with Wednesday dinner and Friday movie nights with Magnus. 

Magnus had also invited him to explore more of New York City’s creative offerings, sprinkling in trips to the theater and concerts, some of which featured work from Magnus’ studio, art gallery viewings, and special museum exhibits. 

One of Alec's favorite trips was the Orchid Show at the New York Botanical Gardens, where a floral artist named Mr. Flower Fantastic had created a tribute to New York City through flowers. Alec had been mesmerized by the intricacies of the design and the way Magnus had spoken about the language of flowers and how he’d occasionally incorporate florals into his designs to illustrate a deeper meaning that most people would never notice.

Izzy and Jace were surprised the first time Alec had shared that Magnus had taken him to the opera. They couldn’t believe that Alec had willingly sat still through a few hours worth of singing in another language. Alec couldn’t explain it. There was just something easy about handing himself over to Magnus and allowing him to guide their activities. Magnus didn’t judge Alec for not having much experience with the arts. He took Alec’s questions seriously and wanted to know what Alec thought, how he perceived the world, what he liked and disliked. They talked about everything and nothing.

Alec learned that Magnus’ Brooklyn Heights home had been in his stepfather’s family for generations and how deeply complicated Magnus’ feelings were about such a significant inheritance from a man who barely tolerated his existence. Magnus spoke of his dearest friends, Cat and Ragnor, who lived in London, that outside of Rafael, these people were his family and how much the distance cost Magnus, especially now that Rafael was away. 

Alec liked to hear Magnus talk. And much to his own surprise, Alec liked to talk when he was talking to Magnus. 

Alec divulged details about his childhood, his relationship with his parents both as a unit and separately, how much pressure he felt to be the best at everything and the impossible standards to which he was held; that he thought it might have been part of why he married so young. It was like Magnus had broken the dam that was Alec’s reserved nature. Magnus’ lack of judgment or need to give advice was a relief; Alec was just Alec when he was with Magnus.

Alec’s favorite day of the week was fast becoming Friday. He’d make an easy dinner, Magnus would bring the wine and candy, and they’d watch a movie, sometimes two, before Magnus would head back home to Brooklyn.

Tonight they were in for a double-header of excellent movies from the late 1990s: The Fifth Element and L.A. Confidential. When they’d started meeting every Friday to watch a movie, they’d come up with a way to pick so they wouldn’t waste time trying to decide. They’d made an extensive list of titles on small pieces of paper—running the gamut from comedy to action to drama and including both films they were familiar with and those that they’d always meant to watch—and threw them into a jar where each Friday they picked the movie or movies for the next week.

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Alec woke with a start, disoriented and stiff. It took him a second to realize that he’d fallen asleep. L.A. Confidential playing on the screen, the trumpets in the score urgent and pounding. He looked over at Magnus, who appeared to have been equally asleep, if the confused look on his face and the messy hair on the left side of his head were any indication. 

“I guess trying for two movies in a row was a bit much, huh.” Alec said, brushing popcorn off his lap and searching around for the remote control to pause the movie.

“What time is it…” Magnus mumbled, grabbing his phone from the side table, tapping the screen to glance at the time. “How is it already after one? We should have reversed the order and watched the action movie second so it would keep us awake.”

“Yeah, but we also took an intermission at the beginning of Fifth Element to look up the cast from 90210 on wikipedia because you got distracted by Luke Perry’s appearance.” Alec laughingly teased Magnus. 

Magnus stood, turning one way then the other to crack his back. Alec watched as he lifted his arms to stretch them above his head. The hem of his shirt riding up to display a hint of abdomen. Magnus continued the stretch as he bowed backwards and hummed a little to himself.

“I forgot he had a cameo! ” Magnus defended lowering his arms. “But that second intermission was not my fault.” 

“Someday you’ll meet my mom and sister in person, and you’ll realize they only rival each other in their persistence,” Alec said, feeling a bit squirmy at the thought of Magnus and his family sharing space. “If I’d not answered their group call, they would’ve just kept calling. There’s no denying them anything, especially when they’ve formed a united front.”

“While that may be true, the only thing you said in that 45 minutes besides hello, ‘yes, Magnus is here’, love you, and goodbye was blueberry pancakes.” He lifts an eyebrow in mocking and curiosity. 

Shrugging, Alec really didn’t have a defense for that. “Yeah, well, they were talking plans for the annual vacation up to Lake George—which mind you, is still 3 months away— and I needed to commit to making one of the breakfasts. And if Max is there it’s always going to be Blueberry Pancakes for my Blueberry.” 

“That’s really sweet.” Magnus put his hand on Alec’s forearm, squeezing gently. Magnus then grabbed their wine glasses to take them into the kitchen. Alec turned off the tv and followed Magnus with the popcorn bowls dumping the kernels into the compost.

 Magnus placed the wine glasses delicately in the dishwasher, “We’ll finish the movie next week, yeah? I need to get home before I fall asleep again.”

Alec could see the exhaustion settling in around Magnus’ eyes and didn’t like the thought of him traveling back to Brooklyn in the middle of the night. 

“Magnus, you should just stay and head home in the morning.”

“That’s very kind of you Alec, but I can’t.” 

“Sure you can. Is there a reason you need to be back tonight?” 

“No,” Magnus admitted, “but I don’t want to put you out.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’d rather have you here and know you're safe when you’re so tired than to worry about you for the next hour as you tried to get home.” Alec felt the truth of his concern for Magnus’ safety in his bones. He didn’t want Magnus to go out into the night when his home was right here. 

“If you’re sure,” Magnus’ relief was visible at the option, “then I’d really appreciate it.” 

“I’m sure.” Alec could hear his own relief in his own voice. "And you won’t even have to sleep in Max’s room. There’s a sofa bed in my office.” 

“That sounds lovely right about now. I’m pretty sure I’ll just pass out the moment I lie down.” 

“There should be a spare toothbrush in the hall cabinet and the bathroom across from the office is all yours. I’ll show you.” 

Alec led Magnus down the hallway, opening his office door. He flicked on the overhead light, illuminating his walnut desk with its two monitors their screens were dark, a cushy sofa that converted into a queen-size bed and a thriving ficus in the corner by the window.

Gesturing Magnus inside, Alec watched as he took in the surroundings.

“I’ll grab the sheets, blankets, and a pillow. There should be a charger and cable in the first desk drawer,” Alec pointed, moving back into the hallway. He raised his voice to be heard as he walked a few feet to open the linen closet. “And I can loan you some sleep pants and a t-shirt if you want.”

Alec pulled out the necessary items to make up the bed and grabbed a bath towel and washcloth. He then reentered the office, finding Magnus already pulling out the sofa bed. Alec set everything down on the desk, sliding the fitted sheet out of the pile of things he’d gathered and tossing one end to Magnus.

“I’ll take the t-shirt if you don’t mind. I hate the tangled feeling of pants when I sleep, but my shoulders get cold if I don’t have them covered,” Magnus said. 

Alec smirked inside at this little quirk of Magnus’. “Fair enough.” 

They finished making the bed, and Alec went to find a suitable t-shirt. He reached for an old favorite. His archery club t-shirt from college that was so worn the logo was indiscernible but through so many wearings and washings had become indescribably soft. 

“Here you go,” Alec handed Magnus the t-shirt, their fingers brushing against each other. “If you need anything else, my room is right there. Just knock.” Alec half-whispered, the late hour must be making him feel a bit floaty.

Magnus leaned over to lightly kiss Alec on the cheek. “Thanks for letting me stay,” he said, pulling back and smiling up at Alec. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Alec stepped backward out of the room, the ghost of Magnus’ lips lingering on his cheek. 

As Alec drifted off to sleep, the faint image of Magnus’s tired little smile lingered at the edge of his consciousness. Perhaps he’ll prepare French toast for breakfast tomorrow.

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Alec woke up feeling energized, a stark contrast to his usual irritable and non-caffeinated morning demeanor. He stood in his bathroom, brushing his teeth and contemplating whether or not he needed to get a haircut. This was the longest he’d let his hair grow in years; his curls were getting more defined as it grew past his ears, the length visible when he wore a baseball cap. He thought about Magnus and how his hair was longer on the top but shorter on the sides; he didn’t think he could pull something like that off, no matter how good it looked on Magnus. 

Rinsing his toothbrush, Alec wondered if Magnus was awake and if he had slept well. It was comforting to know that there was someone else in the house. Max had always been a joyful person, creating a soundscape wherever she went—whether it was the banging of her toddler feet running down the hall, the blasting of music at unbearable levels when she was a preteen, or the raucous laughter as she chatted with her friends in high school.

Alec opened his bedroom door; the house was quiet, even if Magnus was up and about, his catlike nature meant he was nearly silent in his movements. Starting down the hall, a door opened. 

Magnus emerged from the office, sleep-rumpled and slightly disoriented. He wore Alec’s shirt, the trousers he’d arrived in now terribly wrinkled, and feet bare but for bright blue nail polish. The sight of him sent a warm sensation through Alec’s body. 

“Morning,” Alec murmured. 

“Hey, good morning,” his voice tinged with the rasp of morning disuse. 

“I was going to make some breakfast if you want some.” 

“I’d love breakfast, but don’t go out of your way for me. I can pick up a bagel. But,” Magnus quirked his head in the direction of the bathroom, “do you mind if I take a shower?”

“Of course not. Go for it, I’ll get the coffee going. Do you want to borrow a pair of joggers?” Alec gestures up and down at Magnus’ outfit. 

“Whatever do you mean?” Magnus twirls playfully, finishing with a cocked hip and a hand flourish. “I think I look dashing in this ensemble!” Magnus breaks his pose, a light laugh on his lips. 

“You have to know you can pull anything off.” Alec feels the sincerity in his voice, coughing to cover his awkwardness. 

“I’ll leave you to shower and I’ll put some clothes on the sofa bed,” Alec said, turning to move swiftly back into his bedroom to grab those clothes. 

Alec sipped his coffee, the enticing aroma of cinnamon filling the kitchen. Luckily, he’d had the perfect day-old bread sitting in the pantry ready to be dipped into a milky egg mixture for French toast. He tried to resist overdoing it, but it was Saturday, and when Max was home, it was their tradition to make breakfast together. And he wasn’t going to let Magnus ‘grab a bagel’ on his way home if he could help it. 

The sound of footsteps drew Alec’s attention. Magnus stepped into the kitchen, hair shiny and damp from the shower. He’d pulled on the joggers and sweater Alec had left for him. For a heartbeat, Alec took in someone else in his clothes. He knew they were his; he’d gotten them out of the dresser himself, but they looked completely different on Magnus. The pants pooled slightly at the ankles, and the sweater fabric that must’ve hung a little long in the wrists were cuffed, but the sweater stretched easily over Magnus’s broad shoulders. 

“Um…help yourself to coffee. The first batch of this should be ready any minute.” 

“You’re a lifesaver, Alec.” Magnus eased through the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot on the counter. 

Alec skillfully slid his spatula under the perfectly browned piece of French toast and placed it on a plate, covertly observing Magnus take his first sip of coffee. 

Magnus’s eyes widened slightly as he asked, “Is this what I think it is?” before taking another sip. 

“If you think it’s the Mocha Java blend from that Colorado roaster you recommended, then yes.” Alec reveled in the pleasure of surprising Magnus. 

“Oh god, it’s so goooood. I’m thrilled you bought a bag; it’s so worth it even if you do have to pay for shipping.” 

As if just noticing what Alec was doing, Magnus took in the French toast neatly stacked on a plate, the bowl of fresh whipped cream, maple syrup in a little jug, and neatly sliced strawberries and bananas ready for eating.

“Alec…you didn’t…” Magnus began, his entire demeanor set to protest Alec’s effort, only to be abruptly interrupted by the low, insistent growling of his stomach. 

Sheepishly, Magnus changed tact, “You know what, never mind. I’m famished.”

“Here,” Alec handed him a plate, smiling happily, “help yourself.” 

After serving themselves, they took their seats side by side at the counter, plates piled high. Neither felt the need to speak as they dug in, getting those first few bites out of the way to satiate themselves. They ate in the shared calm of easy companionship, forks clinking against plates, very once in a while glancing over to smile at each other. 

“You know,” Alec began, swallowing his most recent bite, “you could just stay over every Friday. You’re here every week anyway and then I wouldn’t…I mean…you wouldn’t have to worry about getting home so late.” His eyes flicked over to meet Magnus’. “And you can keep a set of clothes here too, you know, if you wanted to, of course. No pressure.” He shrugged in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner, this was a normal thing to offer a friend. 

Magnus leaned back in his chair, 

“Okay,” Magnus said easily, “It’ll make my life easier, and honestly, Rafael will be delighted. He’s taken to reverse parenting me and prefers when I’m not commuting late at night. Forget about the fact that if he knew what I got up to at his age, he’d be mortified.” 

“Were you a bit of a wild-child, Magnus?” 

“Alec, you don’t know the half of it.”

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“Hey, Popsicle.”

“Hi Blue, give me a sec. We’re just setting up…” Alec tried to keep the iPad still as he carefully stacked the books on the coffee table. 

“Here, let me take that,” Magnus said, pulling the iPad from Alec’s grasp. “Hello Maxwell dear, where’s my darling son?”

“I’m right here, Bapak,” Rafael replied, his face appearing on the screen. Max’ figure became momentarily larger as she adjusted the angle of the camera to capture both her and Rafael in the frame. 

“Okay, okay, I think we’re ready,” Alec said, indicating for Magnus to sit down. Magnus placed the iPad on the makeshift stand before gracefully collapsing into what had become his spot on Alec’s sofa. Once Max and Rafael had realized that Alec and Magnus had regular days they always spent together, they’d organized a group video chat so they could ‘feed two birds with one scone’.

“What are you two up to tonight?” Alec asked, relaxing back into the cushions, from knee to shoulder his body connected to Magnus’ so the camera could capture them both. Magnus’ nearness was a subtle comfort, settling Alec’s energy. 

“Nothing much,” Max replied. “We’re going to Aunt Izzy and Clary’s for dinner and to do our laundry. Plus, Aunt Clary’s leaving for that artist retreat and I want to say goodbye before she’s gone for two weeks.” 

The conversation effortlessly flowed between the four of them. The kids shared more details about their classes, their summer hopes once the school year ends, and other odd and ends as their thoughts pinged about. Alec couldn’t help but watch Magnus as he reacted to their children; the lilt in his voice when he teased and the curve of his smile when he was charmed. 

“That reminds me, Alec,” Rafael said, blinking Alec out of his musings, “thanks for helping me with that case study for my economics class.” 

“Anytime, Rafe. I was happy to help.” Alec was surprised but inordinately pleased when Rafael had reached out to get his perspective and help.

“Oh, before we go, Magnus, I forgot to tell you…” Max said. “Aunt Izzy knew I was going to talk to you tonight and asked me to remind you to text her. Something about a shoe recommendation, honestly. I don’t really remember.”

“Don’t worry, Maxwell. I’ll text her now so you’re off the hook.” Magnus picked up his phone to text Izzy, tapping away quickly. 

Magnus had become friendly with Alec’s family. Given how often Rafael accompanied Max when she visited her aunts’ house, Magnus logically traded phone numbers with Izzy and Clary. Magnus even went so far as to join Jace’s gym after accompanying Alec for a class once. Which, okay, that was fine, but Jace and Magnus had become sparring partners. It was truly inexplicable. But, whatever it was, it worked, and who was Alec to question it? Jace was an important person in Alec’s life, and Magnus was fast becoming someone to Alec. 

The iPad screen darkened once the kids had signed off, bringing with it that melancholic feeling in the air every time they said goodbye to Max and Rafael. 

Alec and Magnus remained seated, side-by-side, connected from knee to shoulder, letting the momentary sadness at the absence of their children subside. 

Magnus was the first to break the quietude. 

“Let’s go out tonight.”

“Huh?” 

“It’s Friday night, and we’re still young! Let’s go dancing.” 

“Magnus, I can’t…I don’t…” Alec trailed off, confusing himself as to why he wasn’t just outright refusing. Alec Lightwood did not dance. But…looking into Magnus’ pleading eyes and the little pout of his mouth, the warmth they shared in all the spots their bodies touched, well, Alec couldn’t remember why he should refuse. 

“Okay,” Alec nearly whispered. 

“Okay?! Yes! I know just the place.” Magnus hopped up, spinning to face Alec and holding out his hand, “Let’s go!” 

Alec looked up at Magnus, how shiny and excited he was, and couldn’t do anything but grab his hand and allow himself to be hauled up.

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They sat at the bar on shiny vinyl-covered stools, neon strobe lights passing over their faces in a kaleidoscope of colors. The music bounced around, and the bass thrummed into Alec’s bones. Magnus had said it was a stroke of luck that the bar-turned-nightclub was having a 1990s/2000s night, and Alec sort of had to agree. He actually recognized most of the remixed songs the DJ was spinning. 

Upon arrival, he’d shocked himself by opening a tab and buying their first round of drinks, and then their second and third round. They were nursing water to make up for the back-to-back drinks, but he was pleasantly buzzed, reveling in the loose, fuzzy feeling coursing through him. Even with all the people on the crowded dance floor, Alec’s attention was caught by only Magnus. 

Alec’s thoughts were languid, and his vision a bit shiny at the edges. Even sitting, Magnus was swaying and moving to the rhythm of the music. His mouth moved as he sang along, the sound of his voice being drowned out by the music’s volume pumping from the speakers. 

Alec downed the last bit of his water, setting the glass on the bar and, certainly bolstered by the alcohol in his bloodstream, leaned towards Magnus, his lips close to Magnus’ ear.

“Wanna dance?” 

Even in profile, Alec could see Magnus’ face transform at the invitation. Magnus shone beautifully in his surprise. Alec’s heart skipped a beat. 

Swiveling off his stool, he stood up and extended his hand to Magnus, leading them towards the center of the dance floor. 

The songs morphed from one to another, Alec held onto Magnus’ hand as if a lifeline. Magnus didn’t seem to mind, but he didn’t let it stop him from beginning to move. Not with any calculated steps but with an ease that belonged wholly to him. Again, the flow of movement reminded Alec of a feline—perfectly balanced and centered in his body. 

Alec took a deep breath, the feel of Magnus’ hand acting as a transfer of confidence; the weight of self-awareness melted away. Alec loosened his shoulders and turned his brain off, letting the music pulse through him. 

Magnus kept smiling at him. Alec didn’t know much right now but knew he was smiling back. 

He let the sway of Magnus’ body guide him, shifting closer, their syncing their movement. 

Alec’s hands found their way to Magnus’ waist, grasping lightly as Magnus wrapped his arms around Alec’s shoulders. The distance between them decreased further until only a few inches remained between their chests, the occasional movement of their hips causing their thighs to brush. 

At some point, Alec closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he found Magnus watching him. Alec couldn’t decipher the look on Magnus’ face, but it didn’t matter; the entirety of his attention made Alec feel alive. 

A fleeting, fragment of a thought floated through his: he wanted to stay. 

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“We should do that again,” Alec sighed as he fumbled a bit with his keys, trying to open the front door. “But I really should’ve taken a preemptive anti-inflammatory.” 

“Ha… that would have been a good idea,” Magnus yawned, “next time…”

Alec got the door open. As they stepped inside, the house was quiet, a contrast to the, despite the late hour, still bustling city outside. He dropped his keys in the bowl as Magnus made his way down the hall. Alec followed, stopping at the office door. 

Magnus was standing in front of the sofa bed, a look of dejection on his face. Alec could only assume it was at the prospect of having to wrestle with the sofa cushions and deal with the metal frame. 

“It’s too late to bother with that,” Alec said, waving in the sofa’s direction. “Just come to my bed.” The words came out casual. Easy. 

Magnus raised a brow at Alec with only a moment’s hesitation before answering with a shrug and a nonchalant, “Sure.” 

There was no further conversation about it, and maybe if Alec hadn’t been so tired or the hour hadn’t been so late, he would’ve questioned it, but he just didn’t. They drifted apart to do their nighttime routines. Having finished before Magnus, he went into the kitchen to grab two glasses of water. He returned to his room and placed one on the usually unoccupied bedside table. Magnus entered the room right as Alec set his own glass down and dropped onto the bed, groaning with relief at finally being horizontal. 

Through already half-lidded eyes, Alec saw Magnus chuckle and then flop down beside him; the mattress shifting to account for the additional weight. Maybe it should have been awkward, but instead it felt natural, as if this was always meant to be a shared space. 

They lay there, settled together, bodies in an upside V shape, their heads closer than their feet. Alec shifted to lean over and turn off the bedside lamp. In the near dark, he reached down to grab the large quilt he kept folded at the foot of the bed, pulling it over himself and Magnus.

“Goodnight,” Magnus whispered into the darkness. 

Alec could only hum in response as sleep took him. 

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Max spent most of her first couple weeks home for summer break sleeping. She insisted it was just a matter of getting used to the time difference before her summer internship started, but Alec saw right through her. Max went full-tilt until she was forced to take a break and give in to rest. It reminded him of how he used to be when he was younger, but he knew that Max’s drive was born out of curiosity and excitement, very different from the weight of expectations that had propelled Alec.

As she started her internship and the days of summer started to fly by, Max’s return did nothing to disrupt the newfound rhythm of his life. If anything, it was a seamless transition, Max and Rafael’s friendship was stronger than ever, and it just made sense that Alec and Magnus’ would follow a similar trajectory. Alec’s life had unexpectedly reshaped itself to become more vibrant and full. The countless experiences he shared with Magnus filled his world with color only adding to the foundation of family that kept Alec steady.

Since going out dancing, there was a subtle shift in their dynamic. They’d been close before, but the level of intimacy between them had intensified. Alec didn’t question it; he just knew that he was happy. Their weekly dinners and movie nights expanded to include Max and Rafael, Sunday brunch at Maryse and Luke’s now included the Banes. Max and Rafael had even taken Winnie out on a few adventures—giving Jace and Maia time together—visiting Jane’s Carousel  in Brooklyn Bridge park or heading to Coney Island. Everything felt a kind of perfect that Alec hadn’t known existed. 

The long outdoor table at Maryse and Luke’s was crowded with plates of Maryse’s legendary frittata, yogurt granola bowls topped with fruit, glasses of juice and mimosas, set beside mugs of coffee. The sounds of overlapping voices, cutlery clinking, and the kind of laughter and ease that only came when no one felt the need to guard themselves. 

At one end, Maia was animated as she described her latest findings in marine science. Her hands moved through the air, her voice steady, but her mimosa swirling precariously in her glass. Magnus, ever attentive, watched her with a lifted brow and a glimmer of amusement, offering the occasional remark but letting her lead the conversation. 

Across the table, Max and Winnie sat shoulder to shoulder, voices pitched low, heads bowed together conspiratorially. Max typed something furiously on her phone, sliding it over to Winnie, who stifled a grin before whispering back. It looked unmistakably like plotting. 

Closest to the French doors leading inside, Rafael, Jace, and Alec had devolved into fits of laughter. Jace’s retelling of a blunder at the gym’s smoothie bar—half pantomime, half exaggeration—had Rafael nearly tipping backwards in his chair from laughing so hard, and even Alec’s iron-composure had cracked, his uncontrollable giggles crinkling the corners of his eyes. 

A lull in the cheerful Sunday morning buzz hit when Luke, clearing his throat with his easy authority, leaned forward a bit.

“So,” he said, resting his elbows on the table, “the family vacation at Lake George is on. Izzy and Clary are flying in, and I know Magnus and Rafael will be joining us this year.” He said it as if it was a foregone conclusion, his tone more of a declaration than an invitation.

Alec watched from the other side of the table as Magnus blinked, caught mid-sip of his drink, his eyes widening in surprise. Then, slowly, a pleased smile took over his face before he schooled it into a mock serious expression. 

“Well,” he hummed, “I suppose it would be terribly rude to deny you all of our presence, right, Rafael?” Magnus shifted to look over at his son. 

“Oh, absolutely.” Rafael’s smile was wide as he turned to Max beside him, and they did some kind of high-five handshake combination. 

“It’s gonna be so fun!” Max exclaimed. The mood matched Max’s enthusiasm and chatter ensued. 

Alec, however, had noticed something else. He glanced over at his mother, who was sitting at the far corner of the table. Maryse was watching him with a quiet, steady smile. It was the kind of smile that seemed to convey that she was aware of something that Alec wasn’t. He furrowed his brow and raised an eyebrow in question, but she simply raised her mug in an unspoken toast. This left Alec a bit bewildered, but he let it go. If she needed to say something to him, she’d definitely find the time. 

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Lake George transforms dramatically in the summer as waves of city-dwellers and out-of-towners arrive to escape the heat, enjoy the water, and the hike the Adirondack peaks. Luke’s lake house was up the road from town, further from the hustle and bustle, far enough to make you feel like the golden sunsets and cool mountain breezes were being experienced by no one else but you.

Luke had purchased the house—fondly referred to as Moonshadow Cottage—years before he and Maryse had met and married. He liked to tell the story of being on a solo road trip during a particularly difficult time in his life when he’d chanced upon Lake George on a December evening. He’d been playing Cat Stevens’s music through the car speakers; the last song before he got out of the car was Moonshadow. Luke had sat himself on a bench near the lake and watched as the moon rose well above the tree tops. The combination of the moon’s reflection on the lake and the utter peace surrounding him had him pulling up real estate listings. 

Now Moonshadow Cottage had become a place of respite for all the people Luke loved. 

Maryse and Luke were always first to the cottage, though referring to it as a ‘cottage’ was a misnomer, lending to an impression of a quaint, modest dwelling when it was anything but. Over the years, renovations had taken place to accommodate everyone comfortably. The cottage was a full 5 bedrooms with floor-to-ceiling views of the lake and surrounding mountains. Maryse and Luke liked to spend a day or two getting everything ready and then another week after everyone departed to decompress and enjoy the solitude.

Izzy and Clary would arrive a day later than everyone else because they would be flying into Albany and then driving up to the lake. Everyone else had decided to do the four-hour drive from the city, together in a two-vehicle convoy: Maia, Max, Winnie, and Rafael in one, and Alec, Magnus, and Jace in another. Both rental SUVs were packed to the brim, each with a Jace-provided walkie-talkie so they could communicate as they drove. Maia rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath that they all had functioning cell phones, even as she took the device from her husband and kissed him on the cheek. 

They arrived in the late afternoon, having taken multiple pit-stops to use the restroom, get more snacks, and swap cars. By the time they made it to Lake George, Jace, Max and Magnus were in one car and Maia, Alec, Rafael and Winnie were in another. The gravel driveway of Moonshadow Cottage crunched as the tires came to a stop and they parked behind Luke’s truck. 

The air was cooler than in the city, the wind off the lake cutting through the humidity. The sun was low in the sky but there was still plenty of daylight to enjoy. Winnie was the first person to unbuckle and bound from a car; grabbing her backpack and the half-eaten bag of chips she’d been munching on and running directly into the house yelling, “Tita we’re here!”. Tita being the affectionate term Winnie had for Maryse, someone who was as much a grandmother to Winnie as she was to Max, regardless of their non-blood relation. 

Alec, Maia, and Rafael followed, stretching their legs and looking around before starting to grab bags from the trunk. As Alec pulled a duffel from the trunk, he saw Max, Jace, and Magnus exit the second car. Magnus stepped out languidly, his sunglasses catching the fading light, and his smile radiant as he said something to Max. 

“Hey, Alec, can you hand me the cooler?” 

Alec hadn’t realized Maia was asking him a question until she stood right in front of him, blocking his line of sight to Magnus. 

She turned to see what Alec was looking at, “Ahh, never mind, buddy.” She walked around him, patting him on the back, to grab the cooler in question. Alec wasn’t sure why he felt embarrassed and self-conscious. 

“Took you long enough!” Luke’s voice boomed as he approached them from the direction of the boat dock. Max ran to Luke and gave him a hug, slinging her arm with his and walking with him back towards the cars.

Pointing at Alec, he said, “I hope you’re ready to be bested this year, son.”  

Alec chuckled, shutting the trunk, “You’ve been saying that for about ten years now,” he said, taking some of the bags to the porch, “I’m still waiting for it to happen!” 

“What are they talking about?” Magnus asked as he and Jace followed Alec with the luggage from their car. 

“Oh,” Jace replied, setting down the bag, and lightly punching Alec’s arm, “it’s been an ongoing tradition for Luke and Alec to play darts on the family vacation. But Alec’s aim has always been incredible.” 

“Jace, please stop.” Alec said, but nothing could deter Jace when he recognized that Alec was getting embarrassed. 

“Did you know Alec was a competitive archer in high school and college. We used to think he’d go to the Olympics, but he never wanted to go that far.” Jace finished proudly. 

“Hmmm,” Magnus hummed, looking Alec up and down consideringly, “with the tone of Alec’s arms, I can see why he always wins… do they play for anything?”

“Just bragging rights!” Luke hollered in response causing them all to laugh. 

Alec tried to laugh with everyone else, but his skin felt buzzy and his stomach fluttered, it was probably that third coffee he’d had at the rest stop combined with the fact he’d only eaten a handful of pretzels since breakfast.

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Once they’d made it inside, Maryse and Luke officially welcomed everyone to the cottage warmly hugging each guest. 

“Okay, listen up everyone,” Maryse said, making sure she had everyone’s attention. “We’ll be sitting down to dinner at 6 so you’ve got a few hours to wash up and get settled.” She pulled a small field notebook out of her pocket and flipped it open as Luke stood by her side. 

Alec knew it would have all the plans for the week written out so as to not miss a beat. Regardless of how much she’d relaxed over the years, Maryse was nothing if not a meticulous planner. 

“Let’s discuss room assignments. Jace and Maia, you’ll be in the room down the hall with the lake-facing patio. I know it’s your favorite,” she smiled pointedly at Maia, who looked back fondly. 

“Max, Winnie, and Rafael, you’ll be in the big room with the bunk beds next door to your parents, Winnie.” Winnie hugged Max in excitement while Max and Rafael fist-bumped. 

“Alec and Magnus, you’ll occupy the front bedroom upstairs, the one with the bay windows.” Alec wasn’t surprised that his mom had put him in that particular room, he’d always preferred it for its little reading nook with a deep chair and a view of the lake through the windows. 

“When they arrive, Izzy and Clary will have the corner room overlooking the garden.”

Announcement complete, Maryse closed her notebook. “There you have it. Now, everyone take your belongings out of the front hallway, and we’ll see you for dinner later.” 

Alec grabbed his and Magnus’ bags, looking over his shoulder to see if Magnus was following, and made his way up the stairs to the second floor. The door to their room was open, and he walked right in and dropped their bags on the small bench at the foot of the bed. The room looked as it always did—a long dresser against the far wall, the comfy chair in its place, and the king-size bed neatly made with its overabundance of pillows. 

One bed. That was fine. Friends do that. They’d been sharing Alec’s bed every time Magnus slept over since they’d gone out dancing. From that moment on, it was just what they did. His mom had even put them in the same room now without a second thought. No explanation, not even a question. If she didn’t think it was strange, then it wasn’t. Even in a house this big, there were only so many beds.

“This is my favorite room in the house.” Alec said, Alec looked behind him to see Magnus leaning in the doorway. Alec caught Magnus’ stillness but thought nothing of it; he was probably just tired from the car ride. 

“Not bad, right?” Alec asked, kicking off his shoes, and unzipping his bag to start putting his clothes away. 

“Not bad at all,” Magnus said, finally moving into the room and crossing to look out the bay windows at the lake, “this view is spectacular. I can see why you love it.” 

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Alec tried to open his eyes but was still mostly asleep. A feeling of unease pulsed in the air, and his heart beat a little harder than normal. Had he been dreaming? 

A low, broken sound came from beside him. It was Magnus. Magnus was having a nightmare. His brow was furrowed, and his lips trembled. A scream caught in his throat. He started moving and twisting as if trying to run away from whatever was haunting him. 

Alec moved instantly, scooting closer to pull him into his embrace, letting Magnus curl into his chest. He whispered words of comfort until Magnus seemed to be out of the dream’s clutches. For long moments, Alec just held him, gently combing his fingers through Magnus’s hair. He didn’t want to let him go in case the nightmare found him again. 

“Alec?” Magnus’ voice was rough, small, and with a hint of uncertainty that was so unlike him. 

“Hey,” Alec soothed. “I’m here. You’re safe. I’ve got you.” 

Magnus exhaled shakily. The puff of breath hit Alec’s chest. He took a deep breath in and out, and then another, slowly, his body relaxed and let go of the tension, softening into Alec and continuing to let himself be held. Alec moved his hand from Magnus’s hair and began to rub his back over his sleep shirt, up and down, up and down. 

A little while later, they adjusted a bit so Magnus’s head was resting against Alec’s shoulder, right arm draped over Alec’s torso, and bare right leg resting over Alec’s thigh. Alec never let go of Magnus, keeping both arms firmly around him.

Alec dropped a kiss to Magnus’s hairline, his bottom lip gently pressing against the skin of Magnus’s forehead, his nose buried in Magnus’s hair. 

At some point, still cuddled together, they fell asleep. 

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With Izzy and Clary’s arrival the next morning, there was so much commotion Alec didn’t have time to think about the night before and what it meant, if anything. Plans were made to take the boat out to Paradise Bay for swimming and jumping off the 10-foot boulder. Then they’d gather back at the house for lunch, before doing whatever else they pleased. 

Later that night, Luke built a fire in the outdoor fire pit, everyone sat around in the Adirondack chairs, legs covered in blankets to keep the chill off. Clary had made cocoa for those who wanted it and prepped marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers for making s’mores. Magnus had blown everyone’s minds by introducing them to Banana Boat S’mores which were, according to him, “a campfire delicacy”. Winnie and Jace's eyes about bugged out of their heads when they took the first ooey-gooey bite; the resemblance between them uncanny. 

The smoke from the fire curled up into the sky. Winnie had started to get sleepy-eyed and grumpy so Max had offered to take her back into the house and spend some time reading. Alec knew that Max was going to crash just as hard as Winnie as soon she lay down. Rafael was soon to follow as were Luke and Maryse. 

To Alec’s left, Magnus and Clary were engrossed in conversation, each holding a mug of cocoa in their hands. While across the fire pit, Jace and Maia shared a chair to look up at the stars. Izzy stood up with her blanket wrapped tight around her to move from where she was sitting on the other side of Clary to the now vacant chair on Alec’s right. They’d not had a chance to have a proper catch-up since she’d arrived. They leaned back in their chairs and turned their heads to face each other. 

“Hey, big brother,” Izzy smiled at him. “It’s really good to see you.”

“You too, Iz.” He reached over to lightly squeeze her shoulder. 

“Happy looks good on you, Alec.” 

He tilted his head slightly as he wasn’t quite sure what she meant, and he had a sneaking suspicion that he was missing something between her words, but he gave her a shrug and a smile anyway. 

“Thanks,” he said. “I guess things have been pretty good lately even with Max away the sudden change that’s brought to my life.” 

“Yeah, tell me about it. I still can’t believe you’ve been out and about as much as you have and that you went to the opera, willingly! ’ll never get over it.” 

“Honestly, me neither.” Alec admitted. 

“Magnus must have secret powers to pull you out of your shell after all this time.” Izzy chuckled. Alec had to agree. There was just something about Magnus that made Alec feel alive and thus more willing to step out of his comfort zone. 

“He’s a great friend.” 

Izzy gave him an odd look at that, but mystery sister vibes meant he had no clue what she was trying to communicate to him. They let their conversation drift naturally, talking about the shows they’ve watched, the books they’ve read, things they’d meant to share over the phone but had forgotten about until now. It was easy and comforting. 

“Alright, time for bed,” Jace announced. “Everyone grab your someone and call it a night.” 

Jace started to put the fire out, placing the lid over the pit to smother the flames. Maia eventually stood, taking the blankets she and Jace had been using, kissed Jace before whispering that she’d meet him back in their room. Clary walked up to Izzy’s chair holding her hand out to help her up, saying good night to Alec, and wrapping her arm around Izzy’s shoulder as the two women made their way to the house. 

“‘Night, guys. See you in the morning,” Jace called as he wiped his hands on his jeans before bounding off, taking the back porch stairs two-at a time clearly eager to get to his wife. 

Grab your someone rattled around Alec’s brain; sticking to nothing. 

He let his gaze flick over to where Magnus was standing next to him, gathering his own blanket and mug, humming to himself before he noticed Alec watching him. 

“Guess it’s us, huh?” Magnus asked. 

“What?” 

“The last one’s standing” Magnus clarified. “Ready to head inside?” 

“Yeah…yes. Let’s go.” Alec gestured for Magnus to lead the way, Alec following and feeling more than a little mixed up. 

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It was turning out to be the best summer vacation Alec could remember. There was more swimming and boating, lounging at the beach, heading into town, playing games, and rotating cooking duties. 

Magnus played sous chef when it was Alec’s turn to make meals for everyone, washing and prepping all the ingredients, getting pans out, and getting Max and Rafael to set the table. Magnus had taken it upon himself to clear the dishes once everyone was finished because he felt badly that he wasn’t holding any cooking duties, Alec always beside him helping. 

Alec and Magnus orbited around each other without even realizing it. They always sat beside each other, be it at a table or in the Adirondack chairs. If they were on the couch, there’d barely be space between them, always close enough where one could lean on the other. Laying on the same blanket when stargazing. In the house, even if they weren’t directly engaging with each other, they were most often found in the same room. 

And every night, Alec and Magnus would get ready for bed together—brushing their teeth and washing their faces side-by-side in the ensuite bathroom, climbing into bed, and gravitating towards each other without a word, falling asleep only once Magnus’ head rested upon Alec’s shoulder, arms and legs entangled together. It was the best sleep of his life, and he was certain that Magnus hadn’t had another nightmare. 

Alec didn’t question it. He didn’t dwell on why it felt so natural to be near Magnus or why Magnus’ voice was one he could always hear clearly no matter the din around them. He didn’t stop to wonder why sharing even the most ordinary tasks felt so much more than ordinary when done with Magnus. He simply accepted it and wanted it to continue. 

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Max, alongside Rafael, had already returned to California, their sophomore year upon them. The weather in the city had lost that sweltering sweaty summer feeling and you could smell the crispness of fall right around the corner. 

Alec’s birthday was coming up in a matter of days. He’d not felt excited for a birthday in literal decades. But this year felt different, what mattered most to him wasn’t the milestone, but the company he’d get to share it with. Magnus had insisted on taking him out to celebrate, and who was Alec to say no.

Magnus had given him a heads up that they’d be going somewhere a bit fancier so he’d need to “get dolled up”. He knew his usual wardrobe, even if he had some passable suits, wasn’t going to cut it. He found himself with earbuds in, on FaceTime with Izzy and Clary, as he was at the department store. He’d switched their view from his face to the back camera so they could see what he saw. 

“New York is one of the fashion capitals of the world, why is everything in the same cut and color?” Izzy’s consternated face peered from the screen of Alec’s phone, her voice full of annoyance.

“It’s rather funereal,” Clary added sympathetically. “There’s got to be something else. Go to another section.” 

They’d categorically nixed everything Alec had shown them thus far, and honestly, he couldn’t disagree with their assessment. It all was kind of meh—the racks full of black, and grey suit jackets and dress pants. If he wanted something boring he’d just go back home and shop from his own closet.

“Wait!” Clary’s voice rang out in his ears. 

“Whoa, Red!” 

“Sorry! But back up a bit to the rack on your left.” Clary said, trying to navigate him back towards another set of suits. “No, your other left.” Clary said sweetly, while Izzy guffawed. 

“Okay, okay. What am I looking for?” Alec asked, scanning the clothes in front of him, but he didn’t have to wait for additional direction because he saw it. 

A green suit jacket. Not just any green but a deep emerald green. 

Phone still in hand, he ignored the sounds coming through his headphones and looked around for the matching dress pants. 

“It looks so pretty, and it’ll compliment your eyes.” Izzy said, as Clary started chanting “Try it on, try it on,” in the background. 

“I’ll call you right back, let me grab the pants in my size and find a dressing room.” He slid hangers, reading all the tags, looking for his size, a little worried he wouldn’t find it. 

In the dressing room, he faced away from the mirror, pulling the pants on and then shrugging on the jacket. He turned toward the mirror to take himself in. Izzy was right, this was a good color on him and made the green in his hazel eyes more noticeable. 

He quickly, put his earbuds in and called them back aiming the phone’s camera at his reflection in the mirror. 

Clary was the first to react, gasping dramatically. 

“Damn, Alec! You look incredible!” 

Izzy tilted her head, assessing him with practiced scrutiny, but she couldn’t hold the look for long as a grin overtook her face. 

“Fuck yeah, Alec. That’s the suit for sure. Pair it with a new white shirt, the first couple buttons undone, and Magnus is going to swoon!” 

Alec rolled his eyes but felt his cheeks inexplicably heat.  

“It’s not about…why would he swoon?” Alec stuttered, “I just wanted to wear something he’d like.”

“Exactly,” Izzy smirked knowingly. 

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Alec had missed Magnus. They’d been back from vacation for a few weeks, but with Max leaving and work having piled up, the ease of life had evaporated. He’d wanted to maximize the time left with Max as the more she grew and lived away from home, the more her life would truly diverge from his. He was determined not to take her prioritizing coming home for granted.

Now, back in Magnus’ company, Alec was nothing but content. 

The restaurant bar glowed with a warm light, the ambiance evoking intimacy as hushed voices carried gently. But Alec hardly noticed anything. He could’ve been anywhere. All of his attention was on Magnus. Magnus was recounting a story, one hand moving gracefully the other resting atop Alec’s, having found its way there in a moment of levity, but then staying. Grounding Alec to the earth. The smooth notes of Magnus’ voice drawing him in—like Magnus had his own gravity.

Alec tried to focus on Magnus’ words, but there was something in his chest distracting him, the realization that being here with Magnus, like this, felt better than anything.  

“Gentlemen, thank you for your patience.” The host said as they approached. “We can seat you now. Please feel free to bring your drinks and follow me.” 

Alec stood, grabbing both his and Magnus’ glasses, nodding in response to Magnus’ mouthed ‘thank you’. They traversed the bar area and entered the dining room. The host led them to a half-moon shaped booth covered in royal blue velvet. The round table was covered in a pristine white tablecloth and a small lamp sent diffused light across the surface.

Alec waited for Magnus to scoot into the booth, before putting their drinks down and sliding in next to him. The host handed them menus and informed them that their server would be right with them. The evening carried on from there with good food and even better company. 

Magnus had respected Alec’s wishes not to have the restaurant recognize his birthday, so when it came time for dessert, the decadent chocolate cake with a glistening ganache was set down in front of them with zero fanfare. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt.” 

Alec looked up to see Daisy standing in front of their table. 

“Daisy, um, hi it’s nice to see you,” Alec said, swallowing the bite of cake he’d just put in his mouth, reaching for his glass of water taking a sip, shifting towards Magnus. “Magnus, Daisy is a coworker and friend of Maia’s.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Daisy,” Magnus said kindly. 

“I don’t want to bother you too much while you’re on a date, but when I saw you, I thought it would be rude to not stop by and say hello.” She said a bit sheepishly. 

“Oh goodness, no bother,” Magnus waved her off. 

“Nice to meet you Magnus and, well, enjoy your evening you two,” Daisy said as she walked away.

“I’ve heard Maia speak of Daisy. How nice of her to drop by our table,” Magnus noted. “I’m going to run to the restroom, I’ll be right back.” Magnus said, sliding out of the booth leaving Alec alone. 

Was he on a date?  

But then Alec starts to think…they’d been in the middle of sharing a dessert with only one fork…they were sitting close… talking close…and Alec’s left hand had been resting atop Magnus’ right, gently rubbing his thumb over Magnus’ knuckles. 

He was on a date. 

He was on a date with Magnus. 

Wait. 

Is he dating Magnus?!

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When Magnus returned to their table, Alec put it out of his mind. He did not have the capacity to deal with trying to navigate the cluster fuck that was his emotional state at this realization and not freak Magnus out. The next morning, they woke up together once again. After Magnus left to catch the train to his studio, Alec called in sick to work and ran to see Jace. 

Literally. He texted Jace that he was coming over and to not go anywhere and ran the over two miles to Jace and Maia’s place. 

Jace let a panting, sweaty Alec into the house, a look of mirth tinged with a bit of concern on his face.

“Hey, man. Jeez, come inside.” Jace closed the door behind Alec, going into the kitchen to fill a glass with water. “You hate to run, what’s gotten into you?” 

“Jace,” Alec heaved, lungs burning, leaning over to brace both arms on the kitchen counter. “Jace…” 

“Yeah, buddy, that’s me.” Jace pushed the glass of water into Alec’s arm until he looked up and took it, gratefully downing it in big gulps. 

“Okay, you’ve got my undivided attention,” Jace said, even though he reached into the fruit bowl to grab a banana and started to peel it. 

Alec was just going to say it. He was going to rip the Band-Aid off. 

“I think I’m dating Magnus.” 

Silence. 

Jace takes a bite of the banana, smiling, his mouth still full, “yeah, of course you are.” 

“What do you mean, of course you are?” Alec straightens and glares at Jace. 

“What do you mean?”Jace points his banana at Alec. “You guys have been dating for months!” 

“I’ve been dating him for months?!” Alec flails his arms as he begins to pace in circles. 

“Why are you asking me?! You’re the one with the boyfriend!” 

That stops Alec right in his tracks. “I have a boyfriend.” 

“Yeah, you do.” Jace states exasperatedly. “Why do you think I stopped bugging you about Daisy?”

“I thought you were finally maturing and leaving me alone!” 

“Oh my god, Alec. I thought you and Magnus were dating! I wasn’t gonna try and break that up. You’re so cute together.” 

“But…why didn’t you say anything to me about it?” Alec asks quietly, wondering how he got here. 

Jace puts his half-eaten banana down, slowly approaching Alec, standing in front of him and resting his hands on Alec’s shoulders to make sure he was paying attention. 

“Hey, brother,” Jace says softly. “What would there have been to say? You were happy. You are happy. Whatever or whoever makes you happy is all that matters to me.” 

Jace wraps Alec in a hug and holds him until Alec’s tension subsides. 

“Jace…do you think Magnus knows we’re dating?” Alec asks into Jace’s shoulder. 

“Honestly, buddy. I’m so fucking confused right now.” 

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Alec really needed to see Magnus but his next stop was his mom. Deciding not to be completely out of control and run all over Manhattan, Alec takes a cab. On the way, he texts Magnus asking if they can get together that night. It’s not one of their usual nights, but he’s pretty sure it won’t matter. 

The reply text comes quickly: I’d love that. Head over to Brooklyn whenever you’re free. 

The little flip-flop Alec’s heart does when he reads Magnus’ response, or sees Magnus’ name, or thinks of Magnus at all, should have clued him in to his feelings a bit earlier. He rests his head on the headrest and tries not to overthink until he’s had a chance to talk to his mom. 

“My sweet boy!” Maryse greets him taking a seat in an armchair in their living room. “What a surprise. I would’ve thought you’d be back working today.” She sat back, waiting for him to reply. 

The silence stretched out and Alec just stood there. 

Maryse stood up, her face colored in worry. “Alec, what’s happening?”

She took his hands in hers and led him over to the couch, sitting down with him at her side, keeping her grip soft but firm.

“Mom,” he started, clearing his throat and looking her in the eye. “I really like Magnus.” 

“Okay,” she said, and Alec could see that she still wasn’t sure what he was trying to tell her.

“I mean, I think I’m in…I think I might be…” Alec took a deep breath, continuing in a whisper. “I think I’m falling in love with him.” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” a smile momentarily lit up her face. However, a single glance at Alec seemed to convey more than any words could, causing her smile to fade.

“Look,” she said, as she angled herself towards him a little more. “I wasn’t the best mother to you or Isabelle, and I failed miserably when it truly mattered most. And while I admit that I’m still working through my own issues, and years ago I would’ve been lying when I said I knew anything about you, but Alec? I know you now.” 

She squeezed his hands gently. “The first time I saw you and Magnus together, I saw a spark. A spark of what? I don’t know. It didn’t matter then, and it doesn’t matter now. I just know that the way you look at him and the way he looks at you? It’s impossible to miss how much you care for each other. And you deserve to have someone care for you, consider you, and love you, regardless of the form they take…and, for you to be the same for them? They are the luckiest person in the world.” 

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Alec had stayed at Maryse’s for a while longer before deciding to leave. The mental and emotional upheaval he’d been going through had settled down into a low thrum. The truth had been humming in his chest for a while now, hinting and prodding at his consciousness, but he was just too stubborn or too oblivious to open his eyes to what was right in front of him. But now, he could no longer keep himself in the dark. 

He was crazy about Magnus Bane. 

And he’d never felt this way before. 

He’d planned to leave his mom’s house and go straight to Magnus’, but he urged himself to slow down. Instead, he pulled out his phone and texted Magnus again: Would you like to go out to dinner with me? I’ll pick you up around 7? The message looked simple enough, but his heart thudded with Alec’s intentions. 

Once more, Magnus’ reply came swiftly: Ooh, coming to pick me up? I’ll be ready! See you at 7

Locking his phone and shoving it in his back pocket, a plan started to form in his mind. This wasn’t just another dinner; this was going to be their first date, or at least the first date that Alec, and hopefully Magnus, would know was their first date. 

Alec didn’t want to hold back anymore. He was bursting at the seams with hope, all the possibilities making him feel giddy. And tonight, tonight, he’d show Magnus in both action and words how he felt. 

Walking the few blocks to a major Avenue, he stuck his hand up to hail a cab, pulling his phone back out of his pocket and dialing. 

“Hey, Iz. You got a second? I need your help.” 

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Talking to Izzy had been exactly what Alec had needed—she never skimped on telling him what he ought to hear but never let him go it alone. He hoped she could say the same about him. 

Alec had admitted, this time only a little haltingly, that he’d finally figured it out, that he now acknowledged that he had intense feelings for Magnus. That he wanted to make tonight something real, but he wasn’t sure how to do it right. 

“I don’t want to screw this up, Iz,” Alec confessed. 

Izzy was silent for a second, but Alec knew it wasn’t due to shock or anger; she was measuring what she wanted to say with what she was actually going to say.

“Okay, first of all, I am withholding judgment during the remainder of this phone call because you’ve asked for my support,” Izzy let that hang in the air for a moment. “However, I reserve the right to give you shit later for how deeply inane this situation is and how utterly oblivious you are. Deal?” 

“Deal,” he smiled, knowing she was dead serious and he’d get an earful. 

“Okay, great,” she said matter-of-factly. “Now, talk me through what you’re thinking so far.” 

Alec started spitballing ideas. He could have dozens of roses delivered to Magnus’ door before their date, then take him on one of those sunset yacht dinner cruises, and hire a singing group to serenade them, and maybe he could arrange for fireworks—

“Oh my god, Alec. You’ve got to stop!” Izzy’s laughter was loud through the phone’s speaker. 

“Take a breath, big brother, and listen to me. I know it sounds cliché as fuck, but…just be yourself,” she told him. “Whether you see it or not, that man already has feelings for you, and he already likes you. And do you think that kind of display is what Magnus would really want?” 

Alec paused to think on Izzy’s question. 

The Magnus Alec knew appreciated an indulgence to be sure, but he wasn’t ostentatious or flashy. Alec thought about all the experiences they’d shared together and knew that Izzy was right. Magnus always took note of intention and purpose. 

In the end, Alec’s plans were quite simple. 

He booked a table at a restaurant around the corner from Magnus’ house. 

He stopped by his local florist and bought a small bouquet of lavender roses, purple irises, dusty miller, and eucalyptus. 

As long as it was him and Magnus, it would be perfect. 

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Alec rang Magnus’ bell promptly at seven o’clock. The door opened and, as if seeing things for the first time, noticed how Magnus’ face lit up at the sight of Alec. His gaze dropped to the flowers in Alec’s hand, then flicked back up. 

“You brought me flowers?” He asked, eyes wide. 

“And a vase,” Alec admitted, feeling a little goofy. “I didn’t want you to have to look for one. Thought I’d, you know, cover all the bases.” 

“That’s ridiculously sweet of you, Alec. And actually, very practical.” Magnus led Alec inside, taking the vase from his hands and walking into the small hall bathroom on the first floor to fill it with water. He returned, placing the vase on the entrance table. 

“May I?” He asked Alec, reaching for the flowers.

“Oh, of course,” Alec laughed a bit awkwardly, handing Magnus the bouquet. 

Magnus removed the paper and set to carefully arranging the stems. 

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.” 

“Not as beautiful as you.” Alec blurted before he could even think. Heat rose up his neck, but Magnus only smiled. Alec could live off that smile for the rest of his life. 

“Flattery will get you anywhere,” Magnus winked, before ushering Alec back outside. 

“Where are we headed?” 

“I thought we’d walk a bit tonight. We have a reservation at that little Italian restaurant on Clark Street.” As he spoke, he reached out and tentatively took Magnus’ hand in his own.“Is this okay?”

“Yeah, Alec. This is good.” Magnus replied with a gentle squeeze. 

They set off down the street, hand in hand.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Alec pulled the door open to let Magnus enter first. As they were guided to their table, Alec pulled Magnus’ chair out and waited until he sat before easing it in. 

“You’re full of surprises tonight.” Magnus remarked as Alec took his own seat. 

“Good ones, I hope.” 

“The best,” Magnus assured, reaching for Alec’s hand across the table and squeezing it gently. 

As things did every time they were together, dinner unfolded naturally and effortlessly. They ordered a bottle of wine, shared a salad, and split their two entrees so they each could have some of the other’s choice—sliding their plates to one another. Dessert was ordered and, as had become their custom, they shared that as well. This time though, Alec dipped into the zabaglione and offered the spoonful to Magnus.

Magnus leaned in without a word, parting his lips ever so slightly before his lips closed over the spoon in acceptance. Alec was held captive. 

Later, they wandered back from dinner and towards the promenade. The Lower Manhattan skyline was a jewel box sparkling in the dark over the East River. As they stood at the railing, admiring the view, Alec slipped an arm around Magnus’ shoulders, feeling the rightness of it all as Magnus leaned into him with a quiet sigh. 

They walked slowly back to Magnus’, neither wanting the night to end.

When they finally made it back to Magnus’ doorstep, the silence was one neither wanted to interrupt. 

Alec hesitated, then summoned his courage to ask, “Can I kiss you?” 

“You better,” Magnus answered without pause. 

The kiss was everything. More than everything. 

Soft and sure and only the beginning. 

Alec’s heart swelled as they broke apart; he was smiling like a fool, but Magnus was too. 

They finally said their goodbyes, and Alec watched as Magnus closed and locked the door. Only walking away once his shadow disappeared. 

Hours later, Alec was back home; his phone buzzed. 

Magnus had sent a picture of the flowers now on his nightstand, accompanied by a heart emoji. 

Yeah. Tonight had been perfect. 

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Magnus’ kitchen still smelled faintly of the dinner they’d forgotten to eat, their meal abandoned on the stove while they pressed into each other—attempting to remove any hint of space between them. Alec was all sensation—his scalp tingled with the feel of Magnus gripping the strands of his hair, the curve of Magnus’ lower back under Alec’s palm where he’d splayed his fingers to gather as much of Magnus to him as possible. And his lips? His lips were buzzing as their nerve endings were activated. The absolute devastation of Magnus’ tongue caressing his own; it was indescribable, and he’d really tried to describe it so he could remember forever what it felt like the first time Alec had gently licked into Magnus’ mouth and felt the return graze of Magnus’ tongue. 

Alec’s entire being was overstimulated in the best way.

It had been a week since Alec’s birthday and then their first date, and they’d seen each other every spare second they could. And all those seconds were spent, well, making out. Making out as often and in as many places as possible. They were sleep-deprived and it was wreaking havoc on their daily schedules, but they were so blissed out it didn’t matter. 

Alec felt like a teenager again. 

But…that wasn’t true. Even as a teenager and twenty-something, he’d never felt this level of want and attraction before and not just physically but also emotionally. Not only had he never felt like this, he never knew it could feel like this. He’d not spent much time thinking about it, but if he did, he assumed it was hyperbole. 

Now he knew it wasn’t. 

He was on a never-ending endorphin high—giddy and really into Magnus Bane. 

“Alexander,” Magnus’ voice was husky, Alec’s name a mere exhalation.

Alexander. 

That was another revelation: he liked when Magnus called him Alexander. 

A couple of days ago, as they entered Alec’s house so that he could grab a few changes of clothes before heading back over to Magnus’, Magnus had happened upon a pile of unsorted mail on the entry table. Noting that quite a few things were addressed to one Alexander G. Lightwood. 

“Alexander?” 

Alec had been rifling through his clothes drawers, shoving things haphazardly into a duffel bag, when Magnus’ voice short-circuited his brain. Pivoting on the spot, he saw Magnus standing in the doorway, a questioning eyebrow raised. 

“Why didn’t you tell me your name was Alexander?” There’s a little pout on Magnus’ lips and Alec is distracted by their color and the memory of them against his own from about 5 minutes earlier. 

“Um, I didn’t think it was important.”

“Well, Alexander,” Magnus all but purred, walking right into Alec’s space, looking up at him. “It’s very important. Your name is beautiful. I know everyone calls you Alec but may I call you Alexander?” 

“You can call me anything you want.” Alec blurted out, instantaneously wishing the ground would swallow him whole for being so deeply cringe. But Magnus laughed as if he was charmed by Alec and Alec wasn’t going to argue about it. 

Magnus kissed him, “I’ll try to remember that, Alexander.” 

And that was that, Alec was now Alexander to this wonderful man. And he wasn’t mad at it.

Their breathing had slowed from its uneven intensity of a few moments ago, but Alec kept his forehead gently pressed against Magnus’. Trying to stay in the warm, dizzy space where nothing else existed but the two of them. But, the persistent thought he’d been trying not to ruminate on popped to the surface. 

He pulled back just enough to look at Magnus, moving his hand to caress the side of Magnus’ face, delighting in the easy way Magnus leaned into Alec’s touch.  

“Should we talk about the kids?” Alec paused, searching for the right words. “They’re best friends. I just…I can’t not think about what this,” he gestures between them, “might mean for them. I don’t want to mess this up, and I don’t want it to mess with Max and Rafe’s friendship.” 

Magnus looks into Alec’s eyes as he nods in understanding, sliding his hand from where it had been resting on Alec’s shoulder down to find Alec’s and laces their fingers together. 

“I’ve definitely thought about our kids. I’ve thought about Rafael and Maxwell a lot these last few days, but I can’t deny that for me, this, us is worth the effort to try and figure things out.” 

“Yeah, it’s worth it,” Alec agreed. “You’re worth it, Magnus. So we’ll tell the kids.” 

“Yes, we’ll tell the kids.” Magnus nodded, then paused in a way that made Alec’s heart speed up a bit. 

“So, Alexander,” Magnus started, an unexpected shyness taking over his face. “Does this mean I have a boyfriend now?” 

The hopeful look he gives Alec as he asks shatters any doubts that lingered. 

“Yes, Magnus.” Alec grinned widely, feeling like his face could split in two. “You have a boyfriend now.” 

Alec pulls Magnus back into him, meeting his hungry kiss with his own; letting the spark between them grow into a bonfire—definitely not hyperbole. 

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Alec and Magnus had decided that they’d tell Maxwell and Rafael that they were a couple over Thanksgiving break. They’d both be home and they were going to spend the actual day of Thanksgiving all together anyway. Magnus had invited Cat and Ragnor to come visit during that time and didn’t hesitate to suggest that he and Alec host a combined Thanksgiving in Brooklyn for everyone and had extended the invitation to the entire Lightwood, Lightwood-Fray, Garroway, Roberts-Herondale family.

But, with that, they knew they weren’t going to break the news to their kids around everyone else so they’d picked that Monday to head out to lunch as a foursome—easy, casual.

Alec sat in the booth, trying not to drum his fingers against the wooden tabletop. It would be a dead giveaway to Max that something was up. Next to him, Magnus was doing that calm, cool, and collected thing he did that Alec found so impressive. Even under immense pressure, Magnus was the epitome of poise. But even so, Alec felt Magnus’ gaze anchored on him, and Alec knew that Magnus was a bit nervous and was looking to Alec for support, just as much as Alec was leaning on Magnus. 

Max arrived without Rafael and said something about him having to do something-or-other but that he’d be there soon. She sat down and immediately ordered a soda, downing half of it, and launching into a story about one of her professors. In the middle of her tale, her phone pinged with a notification, stopping her mid-sentence, peering at it before starting to furiously type a message. 

Alec took that moment to sneak a look at Magnus, and once again metaphorically pinched himself that he was in a relationship. Subconsciously, he slipped his hand beneath the table, coming to rest on Magnus’ thigh. Needing to anchor himself with a bit of contact. 

Alec watched as Magnus’ lips quirked at the feel of Alec’s touch, then his hand—steady and deliberate— brushed against Alec’s and threaded their fingers together. 

The jolt of Max suddenly speaking startled Alec enough that he pulled their hands into full view on the table. 

Max’ voice abruptly cut off, and her eyes went wide. She blinked between their clasped hands and slightly stunned faces. Alec hadn’t meant to tell Max without Rafael, but there was no way to hide it now. He watched as slowly, the corner of her mouth tilted up.

“Boyfriend?” She asked, her tone careful, but her grin clearly on the edge of breaking free. 

Alec couldn’t help it; every time he heard the word boyfriend, a goofy smile betrayed him. 

“Yeah,” Alec confirmed, the truth catching in his throat from the sudden emotions. “Boyfriend.” 

“Cool,” Max leaned back, arms folded, but her eyes gleamed. “Does Rafe know?” 

“Well, he would know,” Magnus let out an exaggerated huff. “If he wasn’t running la—”

“Sorry, sorry, I’m late!” 

Rafael arrived in a flurry, trying to pull off his jacket and slide into the booth next to Max at the same time. He paused, jacket half-on, half-off, his eyes landing squarely on Alec and Magnus’ entwined hands resting openly atop the table. 

“Fuck!” The word rang out, and the surrounding tables turned to see what was going on. 

“Rafael!” Magnus scolded. 

Rafael groaned, “Sorry, Bapak, but,” he pointed an accusatory finger at Max. “Now I owe her an inconceivable amount of money.” 

Alec blinked. “What are you talking about?” 

It was Max who answered with a shrug and a smug look on her face. 

“I told him months ago that something was happening between you two, but he didn’t believe me.”

And with that, the tension broke inside Alec, and all the worry dissipated. When he looked away from Max and Rafael and towards Magnus, all he saw was his future. 

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The morning sun hit the crystal that hung in Magnus’ bedroom window just right, sending dappled light onto the gold silk sheets. Alec lay on his side, pressed against Magnus’ back, nose buried in the soft, short hairs at the nape of Magnus’ neck. Their bodies fit easily together, nothing between them but the warmth of their skin. 

Alec had no desire to interrupt the hush of the room, the sanctity of this bed, but words slipped free. 

“I love you,” he said simply, truthfully, and without hesitation. 

In less than a heartbeat, Magnus was turning in Alec’s arms, searching his face. 

“I love you too, Alexander.” 

Alec rolled Magnus onto his back, enveloping him with his body, gazing at Magnus with misty eyes and a full heart. He bent low to kiss him—the moment their lips met, it was as if to seal a vow. 

This is it, Alec thought. And kissed Magnus again. 

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