monicashipscoliver:

Coliver had a fight, and it was Connor’s fault, okay? He admits it.

Night sets in, and they’ve been giving each other the silent treatment since dinner. So Connor just assumes Oliver wants him to sleep on the couch. Avoiding Oliver’s watchful gaze, Connor takes his pillow off the bed and snatches a spare blanket out of the closet. He’s halfway to the door when Oliver breaks their silence and says, “What are you doing?”

Connor, chin to his chest, says, “I figured you’d want me to sleep on the couch.” He doesn’t really wait for more. This was humiliating enough already. So he drags his blanket behind him out to the couch. He rights his pillow then plops down.

He’s there about 30 seconds before Oliver appears at the foot of the couch, arms crossed. He’s in his pajamas – those fuzzy plaid ones – and a t-shirt. Connor rubs his eyes, not trusting them. When he looks again, Oliver’s still there.

Connor opens his mouth to say something but his words get lost somewhere when Oliver crosses to the side of the couch and flops down right atop him. Connor’s arms wrap around him on instinct, holding him closer, before he  remembers – “Hey, aren’t we fighting?”

“No,” Oliver says simply, with one word somehow erasing all the night’s anger. Connor was wrong anyway. What he said had been really insensitive. He hadn’t meant it. He’s just stressed.

“Oliver…”

“I can’t sleep without you.” Oliver snuggles closer, nose pressed into Connor’s neck. “I’m sorry. You’re sorry. I don’t care. We don’t sleep apart.”

He makes it all sound so simple.

“But I was a jerk,” Connor says.

Oliver laughs. It ends with a yawn. “Yeah. I said some not-nice things, too.”

“Shouldn’t we… I don’t know… talk?”

Oliver lifts his head to stare at Connor with hooded, tired eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Connor says. At this point, they’ve been together so long the words are automatic, straight from heart to mouth, no thought required.

“And I’m sorry,” Oliver says.

“I’m sorry, too.”

Oliver nods. “Then hold me.”

Can’t argue with that.

“Okay.”

They fall asleep and wake up together. And everything’s okay again.

monicashipscoliver:

Connor and Oliver getting into a big argument, and Connor’s getting really huffy. Like, his face is all red, and his hair’s a mess from running his fingers through it. And his eyes are all dark and heated.

And Oliver maybe forgets what they are fighting about.

So when Connor demands, “And you know what else?” Oliver’s reply of, “What?” is breathy. More like a gasp than a word.

And Connor stops. He blinks. He looks right at Oliver, his brow sliding together.

Oliver’s still angry somewhere in his body, probably, but he knows it’s not in his face. He looks at Connor and sees nothing but burning passion. Connor feels so strongly about the things he believes – the things he loves – that it consumes him. And for him to even have this argument with Oliver, so fueled, so animated, so, “I just want you to understand,” means that passion extends to Oliver, too.

So as Oliver stands there, breathless, lips parted with his quiet question, he isn’t surprised when Connor says, “I fucking love you,” and closes the distance. Oliver finds himself pushed against the counter, but he moves and pushes Connor there instead. Their pants go to the floor. Mouths and hands are everywhere at once and yet not enough.

“More. I want more,” Connor says, though he already has everything. Oliver’s body, Oliver’s heart.

Legs spread and it’s wild and hot and fast and hard and too much but not enough until it’s just right. And they lay there on the tiled kitchen floor, tangled limbs and clothes, buttons undone or missing, sweaty and messy and perfect.

“I hate fighting with you,” Oliver says into Connor’s temple. Connor tilts his head and kisses him, soft and chaste on the lips. They always apologize that way. It’s easier somehow, and no less meaningful. Oliver smiles against it, “But I love making up.”

Connor laughs, and Oliver laughs too. And this, them together, holding just to hold, is as perfect as anything else. Even when Oliver’s hip starts to hurt against the tile.

Connor must see it in his face. “Come to bed,” Connor insists, and once there, snuggles into the open cradle of Oliver’s arms.

“You know what else?” Oliver breathes near Connor’s ear.

“What?” Connor whispers.

“I love you, too.”

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ramblesandreblogs:

Months ago, someone prompted a friends-to-lovers AU but then I started thinking about going the other direction. Like a complete 180, lovers-to-friends canon!verse fic. Like…

Oliver pulls away a bit post-finale/diagnosis and explains to Connor that he needs time to think and process and get his balance back. Get back to normal, or his new normal at any rate. And Connor totally understands. He sits there and nods along, makes appropriate noises of sympathy and understanding, offers to tag along to meetings or appointments if Oliver needs. Just, on the whole, Connor is the picture of a supportive boyfriend. But then Oliver delivers the kicker. He doesn’t want a boyfriend. At least, not right now. Not with this. There’s too much right now with this. 

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“So,” Connor clears his throat, debating the words to use for this. He can barely think over the rushing of his ears and insane desire to grab on to the arm of Oliver’s jacket and never let go. “You’re saying you want to break up?”

Oliver wants to gently remind that We aren’t even officially back together but holds it back. He doesn’t want to open up that Pandora’s Box right now. Instead he says, “No. I’m saying I want to take a break.” Oliver picks at the cardboard sleeve on his coffee cup and wishes he hadn’t gulped it all down right away. He wishes for the distraction of it. “Not just a break from us – from whatever we are – I want to take a break from the whole thing. Dating, going out, just all of it. I need – I need to take a break.”

“Okay. Okay. That sounds good. Smart. That seems like – like a good thing to do.” Connor nods. 

And then he just keeps nodding. He can’t stop nodding. Why can’t he stop nodding? Why can’t he think of anything to say? Oh god. The silence between them is stretching. It’s been too long since he last said something and he knows it’s still his turn in the conversation. Oliver’s done. He’s said his piece. Oliver’s said what he wanted to say and now Connor is just sitting across from him, nodding along like an idiot. Say something! 

“Can-” Connor coughs to clear his throat and buy a millisecond of time. Now that he’s started, he curses himself for ever opening his mouth. “Can we – I mean – would it be okay if we – not like dating or anything but like being together – or not being together but would it be okay if we kept – like Thorn Birds and dinner and hanging out and–”

Oliver smiles, small and low, as he watches Connor bumble over the words. The confident man with the slick smile is tripping over himself, unsure and unsteady, and Oliver tries not to find it adorable. Who would have ever thought a man like Connor could ever get flustered over a man like him? “Are you asking if we can still be friends?”

“Yeah.” Connor looks up then, grateful for the lifeline, and hopes against hope Oliver agrees. 

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freakypumpkin:

Hey :3 remember when I asked for that scene when Alec comes into Jace’s room with the new coat after being out the whole day? Well, I had this scene in my head and wrote it down and it totally doesn’t fit the canon, but who cares … I did it anyway!

It’s in the chapter ‘Bad Blood’ if anybody’s interested. 🙂 

Not edited. 

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Magnus opened the door before Alec could knock. Bright blue eyes snapped up at him and he fell all over for that boy – young man again. 

“Hey, Alec”, he said and leaned against the doorframe of Ragnor’s cottage. He didn’t feel like going inside. It was difficult to breathe with these walls surrounding them. But he was also afraid what could happen between them behind closed doors. 

Alec was out of breath, one foot set on the first step leading up to the entrance door. HIs hair had been caught by the wind one too many times, like always, but maybe this time it was even messier. 

“What’s up? You seem like you are in a hurry.” Magnus couldn’t bring himself to smile. His emotions twisted his guts. It hurt and he craved it at the same time. He craved the feeling of his heart speeding up with anticipation, joy … fucking love. Alec took the second step to stand in front of Magnus now, his breathing slowly evening out. His expression open like always, filled with worry, fear, exhaustion. Magnus wanted to keep him here, away from the world that got between them again and again. Then Alec dropped his gaze to his boots and without thinking much about it, Magnus reached out to softly grab Alec’s chin and bring his eyes back up. 

There was still no smile between them, but the quiet pleading ‘Look at me’ was alive on Magnus’ fingertips like nothing else. Alec didn’t object. He seemed to calm down again, too.

“So, are you sure?,” he asked his eyes not leaving Magnus’, one hand placed on the doorframe. ‘I still like your eyes, I would never look away because of them.’

“Yes, I am. He’s not back in New York.” ‘I missed you.’

Magnus’ fingers slipped from Alec’s chin. There was a whole new feeling of emptiness left behind. “Well,” he eventually said with a heavy sigh. He was tired, so tired. “No you know for sure and you can run back to your friends letting them know what’s up.”

He took a step back and was surprised by Alec suddenly reaching out for him, though his fingertips stopped right before actually touching the dark skin of the warlock’s arm. ‘What a cruel day’, Magnus thought as his lips curved into a cruel smile and he leaned forward a bit.

“What’s wrong, little shadowhunter?,” he whispered, his voice almost hoarse with desperation. “Already scared to touch the demon spawn? Or are you just afraid somebody might see us out here?” He was being cruel and childish, he knew that. But he was hurting. He had lost a dear friend and was head over heels for a guy that he probably could never have. He wanted to hurt someone, wanted to see somebody else in pain.

Alec took a deep breath, his eyes focused on his fingertips hovering over Magnus’ arm. 

“No,” he finally said and drew his hand back, pressing it balled into a fist against his chest. “But I – I always feel like I’m hurting you whenever I touch you … and I don’t want to hurt you.”

He looked up at Magnus again and the world around them shattered like so many times before. Magnus had spent centuries developing prejudices against shadowhunters. He’d seen them proven right over and over again and yet Alec tore them down right and left without even realizing it and it left the warlock breathless. 

He kissed him, tasted Alec’s lips like so many times before already. It still tasted like the first time. His long fingers got tangled in black hair and somewhere between two eternities Magnus lost his heart completely. Alec’s fingertips danced cautiously across Magnus’ cheeks, found his shoulders, touched him after all … and they were cold. 

Magnus broke away, but stayed close. “You’re cold,” he stated his eyes searching Alec’s face. It had the usual red tint, but this time it wasn’t the usual blush, it was painted on by cold wind. Though only seconds later Alec’s face heated up and he nervously bit his lower lip. 

“I was in a hurry …”, he whispered. “I wanted to see you.”

That Sebastian-guy would have been great as a gorgeous coat rack, but he didn’t come close to Alexander Lightwood.

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*sigh* we could have had so many emotional scenes between them in City of Glass.   

monicashipscoliver:

Of course, bb!! ❤ (ps thank you); Read Part 1

Connor’s been smiling a lot lately, Oliver’s noticed. They’ll be putting dishes away for instance, or folding laundry, and Connor will glance at Oliver’s left hand. His eyes brighten and his smile spreads so big, it shows teeth. When he notices Oliver watching, he glances away, a tint of red in his face.

Oliver leans in and kisses one blushing cheek. It’s warm under his lips.

“I have an idea,” Oliver says, dropping the shirt he’s folding back into the basket. At Connor’s curious look, Oliver takes his hand and says, “Let’s go out for a while.”

“Where?” Connor asks, but Oliver won’t tell him. He figures it out when Oliver pulls their car in front of the jewelry store. “You mean…?”

Oliver nods. Connor leans across the center console to kiss him. It breaks when he laughs. Oliver laughs, too. They can’t stop laughing these days. Neither complains.

They pick out a ring together, a simple gold band with a diamond inlay, just like Oliver’s.

“Don’t look,” Oliver tells him when he writes down what he wants the jeweler to engrave.

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We’re married. 

The thought hits Oliver in the middle of I-90 just outside Missoula. 

“Fry me,” Connor says from the driver’s seat, leaning over an elbow on the console between them with his mouth wide open. His fingers are tapping along to the song on the radio and his eyes fixed on the road ahead. 

Oliver turns in his seat a little, holding out a few French fries to feed Connor when he stops. 

It’s something about the sunset filtering in the window bathing Connor in a halo of deep purple and dusty orange. It’s something about the way Connor’s hair is falling across his forehead; the normally perfect locks an artless tangle long overdue for a cut. It’s something about the glint in Connor’s eye when he glances over to see what’s taking Oliver so long. The look is teasing of course – by now Oliver expects little else – but under that it’s warm and loving and home. 

It’s all of that and none of it but, either way, Oliver’s breath catches in his throat. 

We. Are. Married. 

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fuckyeahmalec:

I don’t know it but I’d love to read that, too! 
Maybe some of our followers knows it? 

Maybe it’s Certain Dark Things? 🙂

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(my first soulmate AU is here but since it didn’t end well I decided to write another ps these AU’s are in no way connected) 

soulmate AU where you find out who your soulmate is after you first touch them

“But why do we all have to go?” Alec grumbled, shuffling into the back of the car.

“It’s the only lead we have.” Jace said. “And I figured that we might need some man power, you know being surrounded by downworlders and the such.”

Izzy rolled her eyes. “It’s a party Jace, I don’t think the guests like to murder each other.” 

“Aw, I think Jace just wanted us to all hang out. I don’t think we bond enough.” Simon grinned. 

Alec sighed, Simon was still ecstatic after finding his soulmate. The moment he had brushed his sister’s hand, both their eyes widened as if fire had melted over their skin. Alec wondered what it felt like, to touch the one person who completed you. He thought about when Jace had bounded home, carrying an unconscious Clary, unable to fight the massive grin plastered across his face.

“She’s the one.” Jace smiled as he set her down along the infirmary bed.

“What?” 

“She’s. The. One. My soulmate I mean. I felt it Alec, I felt it.”

His heart sank, but he fought to keep a smile, melting into what felt like a grimace. “What did it feel like?” He murmured, genuinely curious. So he knew what to look for if it ever happened to him. 

“I don’t know how to explain it really, but it’s warm. Really warm.” Jace looked entranced. “But you just know, like, something clicks in your brain and everything just makes sense.”

When Alec had touched Jace’s arm for the first time, not feeling the overwhelming burn of meeting your soulmate, he had locked himself in his room for hours. He had years to move on, but he still couldn’t shake the rock forming in his stomach at the sight of Jace falling in love with someone else. He knew it shouldn’t bother him, he knew he was overreacting, by the angel, Jace was basically his brother. Still, Alec couldn’t help but feel left out. Jace had found his soulmate and Iz had found hers and here he was, still alone. Maybe he’d never find anyone. He didn’t want to be alone forever. 

Clary moved in beside Jace and Izzy took up the passengers seat, sitting beside Simon. “How about we all go roller-skating once we figure out who’s been messing with my head?”

“Not that the sight of Lewis in tacky roller-skates and neon clothing isn’t tempting, but I’d much rather do something just the two of us.” Jace grinned flirtatiously, and Alec contemplated opening the window and throwing himself out of it.

Izzy wrinkled her nose. “If we’re suppose to wear neon, count me out.”

The car started rolling, Izzy barking out directions and Alec felt his gaze fall towards the window, watching the road run beside them. It was almost midnight, and he could feel the anxiety brewing in his stomach. He hated socializing with people he didn’t know. He hated large crowds. 

“Alec.” Jace nudged his shoulder. “Stop glowering at the window and come brood outside instead. We’re here.”

Alec grumpily followed Jace out of the car. “You know I hate parties.” He grumbled.

“Get a couple drinks in you and you won’t even notice.”

“I don’t like alcohol.”

“Besides.” Simon quipped. “If Alec’s drunk then who’s suppose to take care of your intoxicated ass.”

“My ass is intoxicating isn’t it?” Jace grinned.

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Isabelle knocked on the door profusely before Alec grabbed her hand. 

“I think one knock is good enough Iz.”

She was about to respond, her expression decorated into a glare before the door swung open, revealing a warlock. The warlock was covered in the most obnoxious clothing, which almost distracted Alec from his green skin. Horns were protruding from the man’s temples and Alec suddenly felt extremely annoyed. The warlock was grinning imperiously, wafting his gaze over the shadowhunters playfully. Isabelle was waving her invitation, grinning back, her perfect eyebrow quirked delicately. 

The warlock grabbed the invite, inspecting it carefully. “I swear Magnus is drunk when he sends out invites.” He took a sip of his drink, the fizzy pink mess dripping down his chin. “No killing anyone or I’ll have to magic the fuck out of you, got that?” His fingers sparked teasingly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Jace smiled, challengingly, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “No killing, got it.”

The warlock sidestepped, letting the lot into the room. Alec was the last to make it through the doorway, his posture rigid when the aroma of alcohol and sweat danced around him. The green warlock was still leaning by the doorway, unabashedly looking Alec over. “Magnus is going to have a fit when he see’s you.” He grinned cheekily.

Alec glared as if the warlock had insulted him, and pursued his lips together before moving further into the party. Simon and Izzy had disappeared, and instead of looking for the warlock, the entire reason they’d come to this party in the first place, Jace was pulling Clary towards the dance floor.

“We came here for a reason.” Alec glowered.

“Just one dance.” Jace’s eyes twinkled and Clary followed him to the mass of bodies, the music pounding against Alec’s skull.

Alec whirled around, utterly alone, before moving towards the bar and sitting at the counter. The bartender was about to make her way over, but Alec waved her away dismissively, indicating that he wasn’t there to drink. He was slouched over, seething, while imagining Clary and Jace dancing so carelessly when they were suppose to be on a mission. One song turned into three which turned into five, and the anger that had been radiating off of Alec slowly dissolved into hurt.

“One dance my ass.”

“What about your ass?”

A soft velvety voice sprung up from Alec’s side, causing him to jolt when he felt how close it was to his ear. The voice purred and Alec felt a shudder run down his spine. He kept his gaze focussed on the counter, too embarrassed to move. The voice continued giddily. “I like this topic, let’s keep it going. It’s quite nice-”

Alec’s face flushed darkly and he quickly waved his hands, stopping the man from continuing. His face sprung up and as a decorative insult was about to pour from Alec’s lips, he froze comically when he got a good look at the speaker. The man looked like the personification of a party. He was draped in bright clothing, a vest leaving his chest bare and little to the imagination. His skin was painted flawlessly, from his chest to his soft cheekbones. His plump lips were tugged into an arrogant smile, his ember eyes dancing along with the music, speckles of gold sprinkled across. Alec felt his cheeks heating up, hotter than the dancing bodies. He hadn’t realized that he had been staring until the warlock snapped his fingers in front of Alec’s eyes, bringing him back to reality.

“Oh good, I was afraid the counter was more interesting than me, but that’s obviously,” A razor blade smile broke out onto the man’s face. “not true.”

“I wasn’t-” Alec spluttered.

The man hummed knowingly. “I don’t blame you and I can’t say I wasn’t busy looking at you either. You are enchanting.”

Alec felt like he was choking on his saliva and for the first time that night he wished he had drank some alcohol. Maybe it’d make this encounter a little easier. He was so bad with words, especially with people he didn’t know.

“My,” The man quirked a brow, an underlying hint of concern roaming around his irises. “You’re nervous, you don’t do this often do you?”

“I’m not much of a party person.” Alec said quietly, his gaze falling downwards. He wasn’t sure if Magnus had heard, but he felt too embarrassed to repeat it.

“They do get old don’t they.” Alec looked up, surprised at the confession before nodding slightly.

“But then why did you decide to come?”

“Well, what kind of host would I be if I just left half way through? Plus if I-”

Alec jolted out of his seat, looking at him widely. “You’re Magnus Bane? This is your party? My friends are looking for you.” He hesitantly looked over at the crowd where Jace was still dancing beside Clary, clutching a coloured drink. “Well, sort of.”

“Oh?” Magnus’s eyebrows dipped, his glittery nails tapping against the counter. “And what do the nephilim want with me?”

“I don’t know-” Alec babbled. “Something about memories. I wasn’t listening.” He flushed nervously. “I only came so that my brother and sister wouldn’t act like complete idiots. My brother’s pretty good at pissing other drunk people off.”

“So you’re the knight in shining armour then?” Magnus grinned lightheartedly.

“No, I’m not-”

“What’s your name?”Magnus’s eyes twinkled mischievously.

“It’s, um, Alec. Lightwood. Alec Lightwood.” He stumbled over his words, internally cursing himself. “I swear I’m not drunk.” He squeaked.

Magnus smiled softly. “You’re very different from the Lightwoods I’ve met.”

“You’ve met Lightwoods?”

“Well, darling, I am a warlock, we tend to live for a while.”

“Oh.” Alec said stupidly. “Right.” Embarrassment flooded over Alec’s cheeks and irritation soon follower. “I think-I think I’m going to go, um, enjoy your party-”

Alec was about to move away before Magnus suddenly grabbed his forearm, ‘wait’ dying on his full lips when he arm felt like it was engulfed in sparks. A heated, tingling sensation flooded along his skin, and Alec’s eyes widened when it felt like the universe was spilling it’s stars into Alec’s mind, caressing every bad thought he’d ever had. Warmth ran up his body, healing every invisible ounce of heartbreak, every shred of loneliness and Alec gasped at the touch, the burn slowly started to fade into nothing as quick as it started, as if it hadn’t happened.

“Shit.” Alec breathed out. 

Magnus looked just as shocked at Alec did, staring at his hand encased around Alec’s arm. Magnus fell still, both frozen until Magnus wet his lips, trying to form words. 

“I didn’t- Well I mean-You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you.”

“What?” Alec whispered, still reeling from meeting his soulmate.

“Centuries and centuries have passed and I’ve met so many people, touched so many people, and for so long- I never thought I’d ever find my soulmate. But here you are, finally. After so long.” The bumping crowds and the sweaty mass of people melted into nothing, as Magnus spoke, Alec soaking up every single word, basking in the attention. 

“Uh, Wow.”

Magnus smiled genuinely. “I’ve snagged a real charmer.” He teased.

“Sorry, I just met my soulmate, my mind’s having a hard time coping.” Alec muttered.

“Can I kiss you?” Magnus asked abruptly. 

The question caught Alec so off guard that his jaw dropped, his eyes large. “What?”

“I said.” Magnus purred. “Can. I. Kiss. You.”

“I don’t know if that’ll help with the whole mind still recovering from-”

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

Alec looked startled. “No, I do, I just-”

“Are you nervous?” Magnus murmured as he moved closer, their lips centimetres apart. 

Butterflies pooled in Alec’s stomach. “I’ve never done this before, I’m not sure I’d be any good.” His eyes fluttered down, looking at Magnus’s lips.

“Don’t be nervous, I’ll help you.”

And Magnus brushed his lips against Alec’s before pressing them together. Magnus’s lips were incredible warm and Alec could taste the alcohol he’d been drinking. It was sweet, intoxicating and Alec felt himself falling into the kiss. Their lips moved together perfectly, as if it was a puzzle and Alec was the missing piece, and a small moan rumbled up from Alec’s throat. He could feel Magnus’s lips curving into a smile. When they pulled apart, Alec’s eyes fluttered open, looking at Magnus almost hypnotizingly. Magnus mirrored Alec’s enchanted gaze, looking at Alec as if he’d found the rarest thing in the world.

“That was-wow.” Alec breathed. “That was wow.”

“That was definitely wow.” 

He was about to speak again, something along the lines of ‘wow’ before his sister stumbled towards them, glitter ravishing her ravenous locks.

“Alec.” She slurred. “You found ’im.”

“Yeah.” Alec paused. “I found him.”

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Connor’s staring at him from across the table – again. It’s the thirteenth time in the past fifteen minutes, and while Oliver was happy to ignore the other twelve, he’s too self-conscious now.

He drops his fork down to his plate and asks, “What?”

Connor bites his bottom lip but that devilish smile is too strong to be contained.

“Oh, no,” Oliver says because he’s seen that look before. That’s Connor’s I feel like being bad face. Oliver braces himself for another one of his wild suggestions like Let’s have sex in the elevator. Oliver’s back still hurts from that adventure, and Mrs. Miller across the hall still hasn’t look him in the eye. “What’s going on?”

Connor glances at Oliver’s half-eaten salisbury steak, growing cold on his plate. “Are you done?“

“I… guess?” Just get this over with.

“Okay.” Connor jumps to his feet so fast, he knocks his chair over. Oliver starts to rise too, but Connor quickly holds out a hand. “No, no. You have to stay sitting. I mean – okay. You don’t have to, but that’s how I practiced, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Connor?”

Connor reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a small ring box. 

Oliver looks at it, then up at Connor, whose eyes are definitely wild but not in a way Oliver’s used to – not the way he thought. Maybe this isn’t a sex thing, after all.

But if it isn’t a sex thing…

This can’t be what it seems like.

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idontwanttheworld-iwantmalec:

Little fic taking place after City of Glass.  Hope you guys like it!  It just popped in my head and demanded to be written  Even if it is three in the bloody morning.  I mean, what?  Enjoy!!

The night was an overcast one, which
used to make Magnus sad at the promise of rain, since it so often
ruined so many of his carefully planned and executed outfits, while
now it made him thrilled if only for the fact that it made the New
York nights a bit darker which would give his boyfriend a bit of
extra courage to walk that much closer to him.  Then again with the
way things were going lately Alec might just hold his hand in bright
sunshine nowadays.  It had been only a few weeks since their infamous
kiss in the Hall  of Accords, only made infamous by the spectacular
gossip chain only found in the vampires of New York, and Alec had
been mostly unafraid of any slight against their relationship since
that moment.  Magnus was planning a trip for the two of them to many
continents and places that he knew Alec had never been and it would
be a wonderful adventure coupled as a distraction from everything
going on at the moment.  Alec needed a moment to breathe and get away
from everything and Magnus’s job was to convince him of that.  

“Hey, um, Magnus?” The way Alec
said his name still sent shock-waves through him, and he still loved
how Alexander was one of the only shadowhunters to never call him
warlock.  It also simply sounded so delicious coming from his soft,
pink lips.  Lips that Magnus had not ravished in at least twelve
hours. It was certainly time to wrap up their stroll, or at least
steer it in a direction more suitable for the kinds of activities he
had in mind.

“Alexander?” Magnus returned,
amused by how nervous his boyfriend seemed, even after all they had
been through together by now.  The smile he got form saying the boy’s
name still gave him great satisfaction.  Anything that got a smile
that quickly from Alexander Lightwood needed to be repeated over and
over.

“I have a question, and it may be a
bit of a stupid one.”  Alec had his head bowed now even has he
kept his fingers firmly twined in Magnus’s.  Magnus tugged him
closer, eliciting a squeak from Alec, and loosely laid an arm around
his waist.

“You never ask stupid questions.”
He reassured him quietly, yet firmly.  Alec had gotten so much better
at being confident in himself and his decisions, but Magnus would
always be there to assure him if he ever should need it.  

“When we were in Alicante,” Alec
began, seemingly nervous to even bring up the horrible ordeal they
had just gone through.  “You sort of implied you had some feelings
for me.  Very strong and very wonderful feelings that I’m not so sure
I deserve.  I mean, I hope you know I return them utterly and
completely.” He took a deep breath and Magnus was curious as to
what Alec exactly wanted to know.  

“Darling, anything you want is
yours.” Magnus promised the younger man and meant it with every
piece of his heart.  It was nearly terrifying just what Magnus would
be willing to give him if he would only ask.

“I just wondered if I could hear you
say it.” Alec got out in a rush.  He went a deep red color Magnus
hadn’t seen in a good long time now.  The blushing had abated a bit
as Alec got more comfortable around him.  “I mean, I know you
already sort of said it.  I just wanted to hear it, explicitly.  Is
that too weird to ask?”

“Alec,” Magnus trailed off, a bit
lost honestly to what Alec really wanted from him.  He stared at him
for only a moment before it clicked in his very tired, and very over
worked brain.  Alec wanted to hear the three words Magnus had all but
shouted at him in the streets of gold.  He wanted to hear them next
to each other in the very plain way he always spoke his mind.  Alec
had never wanted games or beating around the bush.  Magnus bit his
lip and knew he couldn’t just say it for the first time like this.
Not with gray skies and nothing memorable to remotely remember it.
He had wanted to say it in a very romantic moment on a beach far, far
away from grimy New York.  He love his city, but it was hardly a
place of romance.  

One last glance at his love told him
this couldn’t wait for the golden opportunity, and that Alec deserved
to hear it upon request.  Hell, Alec deserved to hear those words
sever times a day, every day, for the rest of his life.  He sat the
pair of them down on a bench and took the smaller, pale hands between
his own.  He hadn’t remembered saying these words to anyone so
directly in so long, and he suddenly got a bout of nerves as he was
about to say them now.  

“I love you, Alexander.” Magnus
said in a voice barely above a whisper.  “I think I fell in love
with you long ago.”  The air was still between them and Alec kept
his face unreadable as his eyes shone through the dim night.  He
waited for some kind of reaction and was about to repeat the words in
the odd case Alec didn’t hear him when he saw his favorite shade of
blue was now sparkling with unshed tears as Alec stared at him in
wonder and bewilderment.  Pearly moisture fell upon his pale cheeks
and Magnus had never, ever seen anything so beautiful,

“I love you,” Alec said in return
with his voice completely choked.  “I’m not sure I fully know what
love is right now.  I think I’m going to learn every day I spend with
you.  As the way I understand love right now, I know I feel it for
you.  I just – I can’t believe you would ever fall in love with
someone like me.”  Alec ducked his head.  “For so long I thought
nobody would ever fall in love with me.  At least not anyone I could
honestly say I returned those feelings for.”

“You deserve more than I can probably
ever give you.” Magnus confessed, knowing it was so much truer than
his young love would ever know.  “I’m so lucky to have gotten you.
You don’t come along very often in a lifetime, or a few lifetimes
over I’ll admit.”

“Magnus,” Alec said through his
tears as he simply scooted closer to wrap his arms around Magnus’s
neck tightly and bury his face in his neck.  Magnus felt the warm
glow in his chest again as he wrapped his arms tenderly around Alec’s
back.  He knew the slight wetness he felt on his neck was out of pure
joy and astonishment.  The shadowhunter murmured his name once again.
“Magnus.”

“Alexander,” Magnus could only say
in return, words escaping the both of them for the moment.  They say
there for quite a long time before at long last they walked back to
his loft wrapped completely around each other.