He knows – Raziel, does he know – that Magnus doesn’t need protecting. He’s one of the most powerful warlocks – the most powerful people – in the world. He’s four centuries old. He doesn’t need a Shadowhunter to defend him against the sadistic cruelties of the universe. But Alec wants to anyway.

Alec Lightwood in Fall Without Wings by

notcrypticbutcoy

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Then who’s going to protect you, Alec? Tell me. Because for all the love your siblings have for you they’re the ones being protected. You leave yourself open and I have enough memories of you coming close to death to not need any more, thank you very much. I didn’t even want those to begin with! So tell me, Alec. If I leave, who’s going to protect you?

Magnus Bane in Can I Hold Your Hand by essiee & Guardian_Rose

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Alec would never understand how Magnus could say such heartfelt things without an ounce of hesitation. Words were enemies to Alec, he was clumsy with them, didn’t trust them to convey what he wanted to say, how he felt. Magnus was the opposite: he had a natural ease with words, they bended to his will, always flowed naturally. Always left Alec smiling stupidly, happy and touched.

Alec Lightwood in Fly Me to the Moon by Inrainbowz

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Magnus knew that even small moments like this that seemed insignificant would stay with him after his husband was gone, and even though looking back on them would be painful, he would never regret the love that had opened up his heart in a way he never thought possible. Alec was his sunshine and his night light; Alec was his everything, and nothing, not even time, could erase that.

Magnus Bane in If My Heart Was a House You’d Be Home by blushingalec

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His life had been split into two parts, before Magnus, and after Magnus. But suddenly, he’d found himself facing a new, even more terrifying chapter; without Magnus. The idea had suffocated him. He remembered how to be callous, how to cage himself up as tightly as he could, how to cover the bars with harshness and sharp words. He could survive that way, sure, but he couldn’t live like that, now that he knew the difference between living and surviving.

Alec Lightwood in Phases by LeTempest

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Someone very wise with horrible hair once told me that the world is not black and white, that people are not black and white, and that to see the world and its inhabitants in monochrome does the universe a great injustice. That our world isn’t just shades of grey, but a technicolour display in a thousand tones. People can never agree because issues are never simple, and to oversimplify a situation is often to lose essential aspects.

Raphael Santiago in Fall Without Wings by

notcrypticbutcoy

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