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collecting-stories · 4 years

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One - pt. 02 - Rafe Cameron

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend’s wedding day has come and you bring Rafe as your date.

A/N: Jumping ahead four months with a flash back included cause I can lol.

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The song that was playing in the background of the dinner was slowly in-graining itself in Rafe’s mind. He was positive that he would wake up tomorrow morning with that song ruminating in the back of his brain despite the fact that he hadn’t even given it his full attention. People on either side of him, sans the empty chair that his suit jacket was draped over, were chattering in a lull hum of conversation, all acquaintances of the bride, like you were.

You were not sitting, instead you were by the ridiculously small table set up at the top of the ballroom, at the edge of the dance floor, with enough flowers draped around it to start an arboretum. You were squatting just enough to chat while staying relatively close to standing and Rafe was watching you as you and the bride talked over something meaningless. She’d called you over and apparently you had to go, as he understood it.

You weren’t the only thing keeping his attention though. He knew the groom. He hadn’t mentioned it on your first date, or your second, or now, four months later when he spent a ridiculous amount of time at your apartment. He hadn’t mentioned it in case you didn’t remember but he remembered you. He remembered that night at the party and back at his apartment and breakfast the next morning. Rafe could remember every detail of it but, most importantly, he had asked a friend of a friend about you afterward, after you didn’t call him. Out of curiosity he asked and found out you were back with your boyfriend and there he was now, marrying some other woman. He knew this guy, staring at you as you talked to his now bride.

When you stood up fully, shifting the end of your dress where you’d stepped back into it, Rafe sat up a little more. He watched you walk back to the table, smiling at him when you caught him watching you. Being with you now, even after the first date at Menton’s, he had to admit that he was glad you never called him back in college. He was an idiot back than, reminiscent of your ex he imagined, and he would’ve never been what you needed him to.

“She wanted to know who you were,” you supplied, sliding into the seat that his suit jacket was saving, moving as close to him as two chairs would allow. He couldn’t stop himself from hoping that you would always want to sit that close. You leaned in so no one else at the table could hear you, “I told her I paid for you, does $100 sound like too low of a going rate?”

The slow smile that overtook his face at your joke was infectious and you smiled back. “100 for an hour?”

“Oh no for the whole night.” You teased, “do you charge extra for after dinner?”

“I’ll cut you a deal,” he joked, kissing you when you tilted your head back slightly.

He wasn’t sure if it was because he just wasn’t as immature as he used to be or if it was you but he felt himself paying attention more. Learning all the little movements and expressions you had. He remembered you from college because he’d desperately wanted another chance with you. It was cliché to admit, and he doubted he ever would, but there had been something about you, about that night, that he’d wanted to freeze and live inside of. It panned out that you went back to your boyfriend and Rafe had, up until four months ago, always imagined that it lasted. That the two of you got married young, that you probably had adorable kids running around that were half you and half someone else. That you had everything you wanted in life. He had never let himself consider another possibility and then you were messaging him and you didn’t seem like you remembered and there was no way he was going to screw up a second chance by reminding you.

“How can you not like Boston?” You asked, handing over his cup of coffee as you sat down beside him on the couch. He had texted you earlier in the evening to cancel what would’ve been your fifth date, telling you he was swamped with work and he had to stay in.

Usually you would have just said that was fine and found anything else to do for the evening but it had been a week since your fourth date and as ridiculous as it sounded you really just wanted to spend time with him, in whatever capacity he had to offer. So you texted him back and asked how ‘mobile’ his office was and offered to make him dinner if he came over.

Whatever you were feeling seemed to resonate with Rafe too because if it had been anyone else he would’ve written them off as being clingy. But he hadn’t wanted to cancel in the first place and your offer to still have him over was like a gateway. He was already packing up his laptop and files as he texted you back.

You made spaghetti and salad and a ricotta dip that you’d found on Tasty once and mentioned that you could eat entirely on your own. Dinner was casual, just the two of you hanging out on the couch and eating, talking occasionally when he surfaced from work. He’d dressed nice for the last four dates, all dinners at higher-end restaurants that you couldn’t have afforded on a teaching salary.

“Can’t believe the first guy you actually go out with on Tinder is fucking rich and you already know he’s great in bed.” Nina had bitched when you had told her about the first four dates. It was her constant complaint, reiterated in different ways each time you talked about Rafe.

Tonight he looked more like the guy you hooked up with at Duke. He was just in jeans and an old college shirt, and you resisted the urge to tell him that you went there too, and his hair wasn’t styled back like he usually wore it. He just looked comfortable, even more so sitting on your couch working, Fivel having hoped up to lay beside him. Aside from Nina’s husband, who Fivel changed his mind about on a daily basis, your dog had little interaction with men but he seemed perfectly content with Rafe.

Dinner ended and you prolonged the evening with coffee, bringing you a cup while he lamented about living in Boston. “I know it can be expensive-“

“It’s not that,” Rafe shrugged, taking the mug from your hands and leaning back against the cushions of the pink velvet couch. Was it a bit much, especially with a dog? Sure, but who didn’t want an instagramable apartment. Ian had hated the pink velvet and he told you so when you bought it and everyday until he dumped you. “I hate the weather, beach isn’t the same as down south.”

“I‘ll give you that we’re running out of beach days but, the snow is awesome!” You argued, “plus I get snow days off.”

“Not all of us are teachers.” Rafe replied, turning his head to the side to look at you. It was probably stupid to still be in awe of you every time you were around and he had to wonder if that was ever going to change but he doubted it. “I still have to work when I’m snowed in.” He watched the way you smiled, leaning into him, careful of his coffee, to kiss him.

“Yeah but you can get snowed in with me.” You proposed, knowing that the snow was a long way away and exactly what that suggested and maybe he didn’t think that far ahead.

“I take it back, I think Boston is growing on me.”

The open bar at the wedding was a godsend. Especially when you were busy talking to other people who worked at your school. Rafe had agreed to the weekend upstate with you because it was exactly that, a weekend upstate. You’d taken Friday and Monday off from work and extended the stay which meant extra time for the two of you, existing in this cute, small town bubble where you had no obligations except each other. Bring the dog and Rafe was sure he could live up here with you forever, a scary thought at four months.

“Hey, do we know each other?” Ian asked, stepping up to the bar next to Rafe, undoing his bow tie and letting it hang around his neck.

Rafe spared him a side glance as he took a long sip of his whiskey, trying to decide if he really felt like talking to this guy. You still hadn’t mentioned hooking up but you had told Rafe that the groom was your ex, someone he didn’t need any help remembering. He couldn’t blame you really, the circumstances didn’t lend to him being more than an irresponsible fuck boy back then but god was this guy a loser.

“I don’t think so.” Rafe replied, looking back out over the reception. You were standing near the edge of the dance floor, chatting with the principal and her husband. You waved at him when you caught him looking and he nodded his head to you. He heard Ian say your name and toward him again, “what?”

“You came with-“

“Yeah.”

“Crazy world man, I used to date her in college.”

“Yeah that’s real crazy.” He replied, pushing his empty glass back across the bar counter and asking for another. He’d need the whole bottle to get through a conversation with Ian.

“Swear I know you from somewhere else though.” Ian said, squinting as if that would help, “did you go to Duke?”

Yeah.”

“No fucking way, that’s crazy man!”

“It’s all crazy.” Rafe said, rolling his eyes. God he hoped this guy was drunk.

“Did we have class together or something?”

You caught Rafe’s eye again, waving your hand from him to come over. You’d moved on from talking and there weren’t too many other people around that you knew. Standing around awkwardly was exactly what you didn’t want. Rafe downed the rest of his second glass, leaving it on the counter as he turned to Ian, “no but I did fuck your girlfriend.” He said before walking off.

Ian’s eyes went wide, trying to work out exactly what Rafe was saying as he watched him walk over to you. Like some kind of alcohol induced time warp Ian felt himself spiral back to the morning the two of you had gotten back together. That was it, he was the guy in the car that dropped you off. He remembered watching you kiss him in the parking lot, the same way you kissed him now.

“Fuck.” Ian mumbled, tapping the bar, “can I get a whiskey?”

The bartender poured him a whiskey, same as Rafe’s, and he kicked it back, coughing unexpectedly when the warm liquid hit his throat.

You wrapped your arms around Rafe’s neck as he came up to you, kissing him, “how long do you think the bridesmaids have to stay at the wedding?” You asked, leaning your whole body against him.

“As much as I’d love to leave I think it’s pretty standard to stick around until after the cake has been cut.” He replied, hands slipping beneath the suit jacket you’d stolen from him and taken to wearing. Your dress was cut low in the back and he brushed his fingers across your bare skin. Watching the way your eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the feeling had him kissing you again. “When is the cake again?”

“Soon,” you promised, “then you and me can split…think they’d notice me lifting a bottle of champagne.”

“Not if you time it right.”

“Okay, I’m getting a drink and then I’m making you dance cause I didn’t take my shoes off for nothing,” you announced, pulling away from him. You made your way over to the bar, eager for something that wasn’t just the wine you’d gotten with dinner. Your grad partner claimed they had signature drinks and she was apparently telling the truth as you saw the paper on display advertising an Ian and an Anya. “What’s in the Anya?” You chanced asking when you realised the writing beneath the drink name was just some bullshit about how sweet she was.

“It’s just a pink margarita.” The bartender replied, “it’s…really sweet.”

“Can I just get an old fashioned?”

“Hey.”

You turned to the side, pulling Rafe’s jacket closer and looking at Ian. He had apparently not left the bar area, letting Anya get in some dancing with her friends while he hung back and drank. You had seen him enough through the wedding prep, it was unavoidable, but you hadn’t really talked to him at all.

“Hey Ian, weddings really beautiful.” You mentioned, taking your drink and dropping a tip in the jar for the bartender.

“Met your new boyfriend.”

“Rafe?” You asked, searching for him. He’d either snuck out of the reception room or Anya had nabbed him for the fifth time that day to talk to him. She apparently thought he was great, something she’d mentioned multiple times since she had met him last month when he dropped by the school on a half day to meet you for lunch.

“Yeah, he went to school with us, didn’t he?”

“I guess Ian,” you shrugged.

“He said he did.”

“Wait…he said that…the three of us went to school together?” You asked, all your attention on your ex. Rafe knew? If he knew you went to Duke then he had to know.

“Yeah. Said something else to.” Ian replied.

“What?”

“He said you and him slept together. I knew you hooked up with someone when we broke up.” Ian said, leaning closer so no one heard him.

“I have to go.” You insisted, stopping to look back at him for a moment, “and yeah, I totally did.”

You left the reception, ignoring the DJ calling for the cake cutting to happen, leaving your heels on the seat of your table, your mind on one thing only. He knew. Rafe had seen Ian approach you at the bar and had hightailed it out of the reception, knowing that he would spill to you and knowing, even more than that, you’d think he was a creep for never saying anything.

He headed back up to the room, impeded only when he realised that the key was in his jacket which was on you. He leaned against the wall opposite door, pressing his hands to his face, trying to think of a solution. There was always asking the desk to open the door but his whole wallet was in his jacket, there was no way of proving who he was and unless this place had the worst precautions ever they weren’t gonna let a guy in a hotel room cause he said it was his.

“Rafe!” Your voice carried down the hall and he stood up straight. There was no avoiding it now. You’d tell him how fucking weird he was for not telling you that he had slept with you in college. He sounded so fucking awful.

“Look-“

“You knew!” You exclaimed, the one thought you’d had the entire way back to the room coming out. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Wait, wait, what’re we talking about?” Rafe asked, mildly confused. Had Ian told you? Did you know? You didn’t seem mad.

“That…you know…we had sex,” you said, lowering your voice despite being in an empty hallway. “Right before spring break.”

His expression changed from one of absolute paranoia to a smug grin, realizing that your shock wasn’t in him knowing and not telling you but in him knowing too. “You knew.”

“Yeah,” you admitted, “but for real, it was Nina that found you on Tinder.”

“Can’t believe you lied to me.” He replied, laughing when you smacked his arm.

“I didn’t lie…and…you knew too!” You said, “wait, what did you say to Ian.”

Rafe shrugged, “he was pissing me off, so I told him we’d fucked before.”

You couldn’t help smiling, leaning into him and tilting your head back slightly for a kiss which he gave you willingly. “Why are we outside?”

“You have both keys.” He replied, slipping his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulling out his wallet. “Guess we missed cake.”

“That’s okay, I didn’t care about the cake anyway,” you admitted, keeping your arms around his waist as he swiped the card, twisting the knob on the door and opening it.

Aside from getting coffee in the mornings and just going on a general walk around the small town where the wedding was happening, you and Rafe had spent most of your time in the hotel room. He’d put work on hold for the long weekend too, meaning neither of you had responsibilities, especially now that the wedding was over.

“We should order better cake and some kind of alcohol up to the room.” You suggested, tossing his jacket over the chair and heading into the bathroom to take off your makeup.

Rafe sat on the end of the bed, watching your reflection in the mirror on the closet door across from the bathroom. He hadn’t even bothered taking off his shoes, his entire attention focused on you as you slipped out of your dress, disappearing behind the door for a split second to hang it off a hook, pulling Rafe’s gray t-shirt off the same hook and putting it on.

“I can’t believe you never told me,” you repeated as you stepped into the room, “like I keep thinking about it and I’m like...we would’ve grown old and died not knowing.”

“I definitely would’ve told you before we died,” Rafe promised as you walked over to him, stepping between his legs. He rested his hands on your hips pushing the shirt up just slightly. “You want cake then?”

You scrunched your nose, thinking for a moment whether you truly cared about the cake or not. In all honesty you wanted the exact same thing now that you had since this morning when your alarm went off, which was you and Rafe, in bed, undisturbed. “Raincheck on the cake?”

“Sure.”

“Since we’re on the subject-”

“Of cake?” He asked, cutting you off.

“No.”

“Oh, the other thing.” He replied, drawing it out as if he was truly just realizing what you were talking about.

You stuck your tongue out at him, “yes the ‘other thing’. Sorry I never called you.”

“Honestly,” he admitted, “this is better.”

You couldn’t be sure where either of you would have been if you had never gotten back together with Ian and had called Rafe back. Maybe you would be married, maybe you’d have broken up and it would be him marrying Anya. A truly terrifying thought. One you might’ve lingered on longer if you let yourself. But instead you did exactly what you’d been doing for the last few hours, focusing all your attention on Rafe and shutting out everything else.

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katsuki-goodness · 4 years

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A small drabble for them Deku lovers (like me)~ or maybe just a short one-shot lol

Honesty

Such a beautiful time to be living in, especially when you recently got married to the number 1 hero. He was very happy and cried for so long, you swore it had been like 2 hours since then. Reality struck that it's been 5 minutes. He was just tearing up each time he saw you next to him in your wedding dress. Truth be told, you did cry too when he kissed you in front of your former classmates, Bakugou yelling out, "FUCKEN FINALLY" which only made you laugh.

Even afterward, the reception was beautiful. He held your hand throughout the whole time, his eyes only tracing your plump lips and doe-like eyes that were plastered on your face. You blushed each time you caught him which was a lot.

Though, everything was great until some of the heroes you knew so well, came to greet you and Izuku separately. The girls congratulated Izuku and ran off to you in a squealing fashion, holding your hands in excitement. You couldn't help but do the same, your smile radiating throughout the room. One by one the girls left back to their tables and the last person who had waited to speak with you was standing so sad, so defeated. She looked as if she wanted to cry and you quickly went up to her and consoled her.

"Ochaco? Are you okay? What's wrong?" She hadn't said anything and looked away from you, thinking, wondering what to say. She finally spoke when she mustered up a smile to you and spoke the words that up to this day, broke your heart to hear.

"Please... Take care of Deku."

How long has it been? 3 months since then? You remembered those lines almost running almost every day since you got married, and you never blamed Ochaco for it. She probably meant no harm by it, and you knew for a fact that she didn't mean it that way. What circulated was the fact that she had felt something for Izuku and by marrying him, it broke her. She lost him and you felt as if you took him away from her.

It was speculation that Izuku and Ochaco had a thing for each other. They smiled and blushed, hung out frequently and even were in the sports festival as partners at one point. In senior year, you had transferred at the beginning of that year since your principal recommended it, so you took the suggestion. At first glance, you didn't know what to make of Izuku. Eventually, hanging out with him caused you to feel more, wondering if it was a fever or just a crush that would go away after a week or two. It didn't happen and you spent timeless days with him without realizing that you were hurting Ochaco in the process.

She actually works with him in the same agency. You do as well but today was your day off. You did feel insecure but Ochaco wouldn't do anything, regardless of how you felt, she was a dear friend who wouldn't do that. Izuku would certainly tell you as well if something happened. He couldn't keep a secret to save his life when it came to certain situations, so you felt a bit at ease for that.

You had unintentionally walked into your bedroom, wondering what the hell was happening. You had thought about Izuku and Ochaco that you didn’t realize that you had been walked away from your chores. You returned back to the living room to see your phone vibrating on the coffee stand, the caller id showing Izuku’s nickname. You quickly went to answer it, smiling when you hear Izuku happily greet you.

“Hey, Y/n! I’m glad you picked up! I have some news!”

“Oh yeah? What does my husband have to tell me,” You said, teasing him as he gave a small chuckle on the other side of the phone. He had blushed with a bright smile you couldn’t see. He had been very excited at this moment that he took a while to finally find his words.

“I’m coming home!” He had been gone for quite a bit and now after some days of not seeing him, you get to enjoy your time with him even if it is just a little bit. He had hung up the phone once he said what he said. You were confused so you tried calling him back. It was ringing for a bit until you heard a knock at the door which prompted you to open it up. You assumed it was someone to drop off a package or someone visiting you but you were met with a smiling boy who held his now answered cellphone. “I’m home.”

You were truly caught by surprise and even began fidgeting and looking around. It was just out of nowhere that you had to hug Izuku with all you had while his own hands wrapped around your waist.

"Why didn't you say you were here?! I could have prepared food!" You lectured and he only smiled to you.

"I wanted to surprise you, I'm sorry. I also wanted to take you out for a picnic today since it's still pretty early." You nodded to your husband. You led him into the house, taking his other suitcase as he took the other one, closing the door behind you.

"You should shower then," You said. "And I'll prepare the food."

"I took a shower before coming here. If you want, we can go grocery shopping together and get things there? Ah, also, I have something to talk to you about, too." You tilted your head a bit out of confusion, but he didn't say anything else and set the suitcase aside as he took your hand to talk you out to his car.

Getting everything ready, you and him set out to find a place to settle down and he found one close to the base of a hill. A couple was already set on top of the hill. The view was even more beautiful up there but you didn't mind. You were sure that they were enjoying their time and you wanted to just enjoy your time with your husband.

Everything was set, and the food looked so appetizing. You started to pick the fruit that Izuku had cut, and he freaked out and tried stopping you from grabbing more. You lightly laughed as you stole a strawberry and freshly cut piece of mango.

"Oh, yah, Izzuku," You mumbled through the fruit you were eating. Your laugh had died down but you continued to pick at the fruit, chewing, talking with your mouth full. Either way, he hummed with a smile as a response. You swallowed and wiped your lips before you began to speak. "Weren't you suppose to talk to me about something?"

"Oh right, that." His eyes changed and even looked down and to the side of you. "I don't know how to say it without sounding bad but it's about Uraraka."

You looked confused again. "What about her? Did something happened?"

"I can't say that nothing happened. It's more about what she told me."

"Tell me, honey. I want you to trust me with whatever has changed your moods like that." His reassuring nod made you smile and so he decided to continue very hesitantly.

"She spoke to me about our memories back in UA. She told me that she had feelings for me for a long time since we met or so she remembers. In all honesty, I didn't think she would have any feelings for me aside from caring for me as a friend. She hid it so well and well, I had confessed to her that I also had those feelings too."

His reaction showed how he regretted not saying anything before but which part? The confession or his confession towards Ochaco? Regardless of it now, he was talking and you didn't want to interrupt. You owe him that much.

"I didn't say anything about my crush on her because it just felt so far in the past but now that Uraraka had confessed her feelings, I felt like I had to say something about it. A-ah, anyways-!" He frantically stopped in the midst of talking to shyly wave his hands in front of him whilst shaking his head. "-She continued to tell me that she really cared for me and when you came along, she didn't think much about it and really liked you. She still does but she felt as if she had a chance with me. Apparently seeing us together made her hold back and did nothing to keep trying. I did care for her in that way, and I think I can say that I was falling for her too, but when you came along, I felt something different. I was at my happiest when I was with you. Uraraka had always said she was jealous of how amazing you were that she ended up crying in front of me when she said everything that was on her mind. I-I just... felt so bad that I had to hug her and told her that she is a dear friend and I can't return her feelings anymore but at least she can feel relieved about it now."

You nodded, understanding his words and concerns, his sentences sounding as if they were unreal. It was so strange but you understood and you knew, someday Ochaco was going to confess but it took her this long to do so. How could she? You were married to him and this gave her a chance that they were alone to speak about it.

You sighed but you smiled again. Yes, this confused you too but you felt relieved a bit. Uneasy, but relieved. He was a bit taken back but he also looked very worried. He didn't about it beforehand about how you'll react just that he was worried you'd feel hurt about it all. Apparently, this confession he decided to tell you made you feel happy about the man you married.

"Thank you, Izuku. You told me something that you probably thought I would be upset about. I am a bit taken back but I already knew about her feelings towards you."

"What?" He frantically began to shake and you chuckled.

"I think I knew, even in UA. There were rumors about you two having a thing, but apparently, you two were the last to know. I swept it under the rug because they were rumors but the way you looked at her the first day I saw you two, I was envious of her. Not because I had felt something about you, but because you two genuinely looked in love. Happy. And I never had someone turn my way and looked at me like that. Remember when I told you about my crush on Kirishima?" You let out another chuckle and he did the same.

"Yeah, you told me he had nice abs and that he even encouraged you in the tests we had."

"Right! But I knew he didn't look at me like that. His eyes were set somewhere else so seeing you two, I had to meet you both. And also, well, she actually told me to take care of you."

"What? When?"

"On our wedding day." The blush across his face probably didn't mean he was flattered, more like embarrassed but that's you assuming, knowing him for so many years now. "She really cares about you. I know she won't come between us and I trust her. I am glad actually she was able to talk to you and I'm happy you told me."

To Izuku, this had to be the best scenario out of any he could think of. He loved you so much and his love began to grow even more. He felt safe, happy, at home. His tears were bursting out in happiness and sadness that you were startled and began to freak out yourself.

"Y/n!!!~" He whales, a waterfall of tears streaming down as you held his hands tightly. "I love you so much!!!~"

Your laugh subdued some of his tears, a few tears trickling in your eyes. "And I love you too, Izuku."

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bisexualmarvelmagnusbane · 7 years

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malec headcanons part two:

(part one for the curious)

alexander lightwood is a goddamn tease. he and magnus will be at a meeting at the institute together and the second that no one is looking at him but magnus, alec’ll be biting his lip or dragging his thumb across it or stretching so his shirt rides up. his absolute favorite thing in the world is to pull back in the middle of kisses to see magnus follow after him with closed eyes and parted lips and bated breath. and every time magnus does something that gets alec a little stupid, alec’s immediate instinct is to one-up him with a motherfucking vengeance. it all makes magnus nuts, but he’s really very good with that.

they have competitive sexathons periodically. (alec’s stamina rune gets a lottttttttt more use than he anticipated when he got it.) they compete to see who can get the other off first, who can get the other off most, who can get the other to moan their name first/the most times, who can get the other to swear the most creatively (alec has a personal goal of getting magnus to swear in at least three non-english languages but has gotten him up to as many as twelve in one sexathon, a few of which were even dead languages). magnus, of course, has magic which alec can’t compete with until he learns the power of saying magnus’ name in his husky mid-blowjob voice and grinning while biting his lip, at which point they’re on a much more even playing field. alec is very innovative with magnus’ weaknesses.

(magnus has known dozens upon dozens of languages in his lifetime and while he doesn’t remain fluent in all of them, the last things to leave him about a language are swears and pet names. alec has lovingly been called a lot of beautiful things he’ll never know the meaning of.)

they get married. they exchange rings in mundane fashion: plain platinum, the only understated piece of jewelry magnus owns. alec gets the marriage rune as per shadowhunter tradition. only shadowhunters can use a stele, so izzy acts as magnus’ surrogate for that part of the ceremony, his hand laying over hers as she lights the new stele and draws the rune. magnus magicks himself a permanent tattoo replica of it, alec’s hand laying over his as he draws it.

alec had tried to talk him out of the tattoo on the grounds that having it’ll make life in the downworld difficult for magnus, especially after alec’s gone, but magnus refuses to budge on the subject. “i can make it invisible to everyone but myself if i have to,” he explains, finally. “i probably –” he chokes. “i probably will. you’ll be mine alone, then.” alec nods. they don’t sleep that night, lying awake and quiet in each other’s arms til daylight.

maryse attends the wedding. she doesn’t cry, but it’s a near thing. magnus has saved alec’s life so many times in so many ways that she can’t help but accept him and who he is to alec for it, though them being on decent terms with each other was hard and painfully won. (one of the worst fights alec and magnus ever had was over her.)

lydia attends. she cries. she cries a lot. “i’m so happy for you’” she tells alec, hugging him at the reception. “so’m i,” he says when they part, nodding over her shoulder at her fiancee where she’s talking and laughing with magnus. lydia smiles, in tears all over again. alec gives her another hug and then so does magnus. “thank you,” magnus says, holding her hands in his. it’s weighted with so much sincerity and so sharply edged in old pain that lydia can only nod in response. magnus smiles and magicks a gift into her hands. it’s a framed picture of henry branwell as he worked on creating the portal with magnus, pulled from magnus’ memory. he’s smiling at magnus in it, having just discovered what will be the key to making the portals work. “he’d be very proud of you, pumpkin. he’d have admired your audacity,” magnus tells her. lydia cries some more.

alec asks magnus to try out make-up on him once on a night that they’re set to go to a rave at magnus’ club – just for kicks. (“really?” magnus asks, surprised. alec grins. “yeah, it’ll be fun.” magnus knows not to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he doesn’t ask twice.) magnus gathers every bit of make-up he has, glitter and eyeshadow and lipstick even, though he’s not been in a lipstick phase for a few decades now (he always keeps some just in case) and he’s pretty partial to the kiss-bitten red he can naturally induce on alec’s lips. anyway, he’s all geared up to go full-blown and then he gets eyeliner on alec and has to sit down. they miss the rave.

alec was never much for the party scene before magnus, but there’s nothing quite like dancing with magnus beneath those flashing lights. they dance so close that alec can’t see or feel anything else, which is honestly his preferred way to live. plus, magnus looks so goddamn elemental in the club, his cat eyes glittering beneath his smokey eyeshadow, blue light flickering over his skin. it takes alec apart.

during times when they haven’t been able to get away to verbally check in with each other re: their mental health (something that alec especially has worked hard to be able to talk about honestly in their relationship, learning the language he needs to express his experiences and needs and coming to understand that being open about them with magnus is good and necessary), they’ll place two fingers on the inside of the other’s wrist as though checking their pulse as a quick and unobtrusive way of checking in, especially when there are other people around. if one of them does need to talk, they make the time and space to do so if at all possible. if it’s not possible, they’ll hang a little closer to each other, maintaining physical contact as much as they can, hand holding, leaning against one another, hands on backs and upper arms and shoulders.

alec suffers chronic pain. he’s hard on his body, even for a shadowhunter, and he still can’t quite bring himself to use a healing rune when he doesn’t think he “deserves” it. magnus makes him ginger tea regularly, because ginger is a natural anti-inflammatory. alec accepts this based on the principal that magnus feels he “deserves” it and therefore it’s okay. it’s not really where magnus would like alec’s headspace to be on the issue, but it’s something.

magnus introduces alec to fall out boy – not even deliberately, he just lets his spotify saved songs shuffle– and alec loves them. his favorite fob album is folie a deux and he plays it full blast in magnus’ loft for days unto weeks, until magnus pleads with him to “at least choose a different album, alexander, i am begging you.”

(folie a deux does put a little extra…bounce in alec’s boxing work out though, which magnus – watching him hit the bag he bought for the loft while nursing a cocktail and lounging on the couch – can certainly appreciate. his loft is so much more aesthetically pleasing now that alec’s in it all the time.)

alec sleeps like a kid: kicking and pushing and taking over the entire bed. magnus finds this almost unbearably adorable and wouldn’t change it for anything – except that he does need to sleep sometimes. alec suggests that maybe touch will keep him from being the world’s worst bedmate. (he and jace used to sleep back to back as kids; jace had a lot of bad nights after the “death” of his “father” and was most comfortable going to alec with them. alec can’t remember jace ever complaining that he was particularly kick-y.) since magnus is a clinger, this ends up working well. they sleep pressed as close together as they can get most nights, although there are still some times when magnus wakes up with alec spread-eagle diagonally across the bed, one of his hands thrown over magnus’ face and a foot against magnus’ thigh trying to push him off the bed. magnus just laughs and gathers him up again; most of the time, alec doesn’t even wake up for that part.

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