I wrote something because I really like the fact that it’s canon that Alec’s into motorcycles … (I’m posting this again so I can link this one to my Malec master post instead of the other, longer post.) It all started with this.
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Magnus had been prepared to be angry and grumpy and jealous. Despite his age there were simply moments when he wanted to be the ignorant teenager that kept complaining until he got what he wanted. In this case it was his boyfriend being back from the Institute on time for them to get their reservation at a fancy restaurant. It was their three-year-anniversary and Alec had obviously forgotten all about it.
Magnus grumbled as he walked around the Institute to get to the garden in the back. The very place where a certain shadowhunter liked to take out the motorbike he’d decided to repair. It wasn’t like Magnus was against Alec having a hobby even if it was a time consuming one sometimes. He was even beyond being jealous when that guy at the garage tried flirting with Alec. But the thing he wasn’t over yet, was that this stupid motorbike had obviously become more important to Alec than the dinner they had planned for their anniversary.
Ready to complain and be pissed for the rest of the evening Magnus rounded the last corner of the Institute and … halted in his tracks. Every word of anger leaving his mind, leaving his tongue.
Alec had found the bike at a garage sale and decided to take it with him to repair it. He’d always wanted his own motorbike, but had never really found the right one. (And damn had Magnus enjoyed watching him try out various bikes, but that wasn’t the point right now.)
Right now Alec was sitting on the ground next to the old motorbike polishing something as it seemed. He’d gotten himself a grey overall which he had tied around his waist at the moment because even with the orange light of the afterglow crawling across the horizon it was still very warm outside. The sleeveless shirt he usually wore was draped across his shoulder leaving his chest bare and painted with countless shades of orange and red. But that wasn’t even the thing that captured Magnus attention most though it was still a nice view. No, it was Alec’s face or more that soft little smile on his lips as he worked on … whatever it was that he did. He looked so calm and relaxed and only now did Magnus notice that it had been some time since he’d seen his boyfriend like that. In those past few weeks it had been more likely to see Alec tense and exhausted.
Magnus felt instantly bad for not realizing it sooner to do something about it. He suddenly understood why this project was always so important to Alec. It was because the shadowhunter needed his alone time, too, a little break from everything, his own little escape. It was like Magnus and his investigation of the White Book, the time he spend all alone in his study crouched over the book, almost drowning in his notes on new spells and potions.
They both needed their own little refugium. Magnus didn’t want to be angry anymore, he wasn’t angry anymore, no, he was simply head over heels in love.
Slowly he walked closer and noticed a little CD-player standing next to Alec on the other side, playing some slow song that Alec quietly sang along gently sawing to the rhythm. Also the oil smeared on his pale skin made it actually a bit challenging to discern if it was a rune or simply oil. When Magnus was close enough he kneeled down next to his boyfriend.
“Hey, sweety”, Magnus whispered and felt bad for startling him, but when Alec was working on the motorbike it was impossible not to startle him when you wanted to get his attention. Whatever he’d been polishing fell from his hands as Alec whirled around to look at Magnus, his blue eyes big and surprised.
“Oh, hey, Magnus. What are you do-” Suddenly realization took a hold of those blue eyes and pure panic flashed over Alec’s face. “Oh, no, did I – Angel, what time do we have? I completely forgot it, right? By the Angel, I am so damn sorry, Magnus.” He scrambled to his feet, dropping the shirt from his shoulder in the process. “Just-just let me clean up here and we-”
But Magnus had gotten to his feet as well and put his hands on Alec’s shoulders, drawing calming circles with his thumbs on warm skin. He was still taller than his boyfriend.
“It’s okay”, he said and smiled at Alec’s bewildered expression.
“But we-”, began the shadowhunter and he looked a bit like a lost puppy at the moment. Still smiling Magnus just shook his head.
“We’re already too late for the reservation, but-” An index finger placed in slightly chapped lips stopped any kind of protest. “We can still enjoy the evening together with you …” Magnus’ eyes traveling over Alec’s shoulder to the motorbike. “… explaining to me how this thing works and me …” Magnus’ gaze settled on Alec’s face again while his finger slowly traced the line of the shadowhunter’s jaw. “… helping you getting the dirt off afterwards. Deal?”
Alec bit his lower lip and smiled at Magnus. Then the smile grew into a smirk and Alec leaned forward to press a soft kiss against Magnus’ lips.
“You’re impossible”, he whispered.
Magnus chuckled. “I know”, he whispered back, on hand sliding around Alec’s neck as he moved in to deepen the kiss. “But that’s why you love me right?”
“Happy anniversary.” Alec’s arms went around Magnus waist carefully avoiding any contact between the warlock’s shirt and the oil-smeared fingers.
“Happy Anniversary.”
Alec has a motorcycle
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