He wants to forget everything, for just a moment, wants to go to the loft that he had thought of as home, wants to feel Magnus’ arms wrap around him. He wants to shove aside the storm brewing inside him, the fear for his parabatai. The pain of the argument, and Magnus’ eyes, brewing with anger, cutting into him not a day ago. The steady beat of his own heart, something that had begun to feel like a countdown.

Alec Lightwood in Constellations by throughout

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There are secrets to be kept not because we want to live a lie. It has very little to do with a lack of honor or pride either, it’s figuring out a way to be ourselves in a world that, for the most part, doesn’t reflect us. And it’s safety, because some people will actively condemn us, or try to hurt us, and we never know who those people will be.

Alec Lightwood in In the Sin Bin by otppurefuckingmagic

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He settles Alec’s hand back on his face after and covers it with his own hand, and Alec melts, and his parents were unexpectedly right. Warlocks really are very dangerous, because soon all that’ll be left of him will be a little puddle of shadowhunter and someone will have to come and mop him up and it will all be very sad because puddles don’t have hands to touch Magnus. Alec can’t imagine anything more heartbreaking.

Alec Lightwood in The Brightness of the Sun (Will Give Me Just Enough) by SquaresAreNotCircles

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He knows he could die on a mission just as likely as he could before he met Magnus, but his life’s purpose isn’t just serving the Angel anymore. Magnus and what they have is what keeps him going, the person he’s become in the past few months doesn’t want to live just to die an honourable death.

Alec Lightwood in A Step in the Right Direction by hufflebee

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I don’t know Magnus. I’ve never said a word to him, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you. A man doesn’t look at you like that, unless he’s prepared to take on any challenge for you. I think if you asked for the world, Magnus Bane would give it to you.

John Underhill in A Drink with Underhill by TintedMirrors

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