Author's Note: I know what you guys are thinking: "PATRICIA! You have so many multi-chapter fanfictions on the go! Why are you writing a new one?" I honestly have no idea why I do this. Have some faith. Here we go again.
In the books, Alec doesn't share a birthday with Max. I just came up with it one time and wrote this. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I am not Cassandra Clare. Therefore, I do not own these characters I write about. She's awesome.
A sliver of sunlight peered through the parting in Magnus' bedroom curtain. It landed on things within the room and cast the place with a faint golden glow. Magnus woke when it penetrated his eyelids, causing a red haze to appear in his dreams. Inhaling deeply, the Warlock reluctantly pulled himself from his sleep. Trying to move his arms, he found one of them to be pinned to the bed, as they were wound around a slim waist.
Smiling contentedly, Magnus opened his eyes to the sight of Alec Lightwood sleeping soundly in his embrace. The sunlight, as if attracted to his beauty, had fallen across the sleeping man's face as well, taking Magnus' breath away. Alec looked like an angel when he slept, and with the light falling on his dark hair, he seemed to have a halo.
Magnus would have liked to lie there and study the beautiful boy all day, but those plans were dashed when the Shadowhunter stirred and his glorious blue eyes fluttered open. He smiled sleepily up at his Warlock. "Good morning." He whispered.
Magnus smiled softly and gave him a sweet kiss. "Happy birthday, my love." He whispered back.
"Oh yeah," Alec replied, "I almost forgot about that." Magnus kissed him again, but noticed something else in those blue eyes that seemed...sad.
"What's wrong, darling?" He asked, but the look was gone almost as soon as it had come.
Alec sat up in the bed, causing the canary yellow blankets to pool around his waist. He was shirtless and he shivered almost as soon as the warmth left his upper body. The Shadowhunter was always cold, causing Magnus to pile up the blankets on the bed at night and hold him close to keep him warm. "Nothing's wrong." He said with his back turned to the Warlock. His lover could hear the lie in his voice, though. Alec could never lie well.
"Alec..." He sighed, sitting up as well and wrapping his long arms around the thin man. Before he could say anything more, though, Alec stood up, pulling the Warlock with him.
"Come on," The Shadowhunter said, "Let's make breakfast, 'kay?"
Magnus could see the pleading message in Alec's eyes that said, Just let it go. So, Magnus smiled at his boyfriend and replied with, "Alright, I'll be right there." The kiss Alec gave him expressed love, and gratitude as well. Magnus tried to stifle his worry as Alec left the room to go to the kitchen.
The Downworlder quickly slipped on a pair of silk pajama pants and ran a brush through his long ebony hair so that he was presentable enough to leave the room. He didn't feel the need to get dressed or even put on makeup; the way he was now was the way he knew that Alec liked the best. He made his way out of the bedroom.
Alec was standing at the stove, pouring pancake mix into a pan. Magnus loved how he could literally roll our of bed and still look absolutely stunning. His hair was a little messier than usual and he was clad in only a pair of black flannel pajama bottoms. Magnus had never seen anything more gorgeous in his life.
Without looking up from his cooking, Alec said, "Are you going to stand there staring all day or are you going to come and help?" He shot a playful look over his shoulder.
Magnus grinned back and walked over, wrapping his arms around him from behind and appreciating the toned muscles of his abs. "Hm," He said, pretending to consider, "I think I like the staring option better." He placed a kiss on the curve of Alec's neck and felt the Shadowhunger lean back against him. Loving the feeling of Alec's warm back against his own bare chest, Magnus breathed in the smell of Alec's hair. "But it is your birthday," Magnus said after a while, "So, I guess I'll help you with breakfast."
The reluctantly split apart and worked together until the pancakes were on two plates on the table. Magnus noticed how Alec would occasionally stare out into space with a little frown and then snap out of it when he noticed Magnus looking. Magnus had had enough. He wanted to know what was going on.
After they finished off their meal, a stack of pancakes each, Magnus brought it up as they were lying on the couch together. "Alec, will you tell me what's wrong?" They were cuddling on the couch and watching a re-run of Glee on the television. Alec sighed after a few moments and then turned the program on mute.
He turned to his boyfriend with a sad expression. "I'm sorry Magnus. It's just..." He took another breath and looked into the cat-eyes he adored. "I shared a birthday with Max."
Magnus' lips parted in understanding as his expression softened to one of concern. "Oh," He said, running his fingers comfortingly through Alec's raven locks. "I see."
Alec leaned into the touch and closed his eyes, continueing to speak as if he had to explain himself more, "I remember the day he was born. It was my birthday, of course, and I thought of him as my present...a baby brother." He smiled a little, but his the creases on his forehead remained. "When we were younger, it was always sort of fun, even though I was quite a bit older than he. We'd share a birthday cake and our family would have a collective party for the both of us."
Alec leaned his head against Magnus' chest. "As I grew older, I also grew more distant from Max." He said with regret colouring his voice. "You know, I struggled with myself and my sexuality. And Jace, on the other hand, was confident and fun and...everything I wasn't as an older brother. So Max favoured Jace, and I didn't really blame him. But, our birthday was the only stable connection that I had with my little brother, it seemed. Now...he's dead." Magnus watched as Alec squeezed his eyes tightly shut, obviously fighting back tears at what could have been.
Magnus didn't know what to say, so he just held him and continued stroking his hair and placing soft kisses there. "I guess the reason why this day is so sad," Alec said after composing himself again, but not leaving Magnus' embrace, "Is because my family and I have so many warm memories of it."
"That's why, I'm sorry, but I have to go to the Institute today...to be there for my family." The Shadowhunter looked up at his boyfriend apologetically.
Magnus held him tighter, "But it's your birthday, Alec. You shouldn't spend it mourning and comforting your family."
Alec pursed his lips. "Yeah well, to my family, today isn't the day that Alec turns nineteen; it's the day that Max should have turned ten. I can't be selfish."
With a guilty look, the blue-eyed boy tried to get up from the couch, but Magnus held him in place and pressed gentle kisses to his face until he relaxed again. "Okay," The Warlock murmered, "But will you let me come with you? I cancelled all appointments for today so that I could spend the day with you and I intend to do that."
The Warlock was rewarded with a smile from his love. "I would like that." Alec said.
Author's Second Note: Alexander Gideon Lightwood. Isn't that a delicious name? Thank you Cassandra Clare! I love it! Tell me your thoughts on Alec's middle name in a review! Or tell me your thoughts on the colour yellow! Or what you had for lunch today! Or this story that you hopefully just read! Or anything that's on your mind! Drop a review! I love every single one (unless you are a hater, but I haven't gotten a hate review so far!). :)