Disclaimer: I don't Mortal Instruments, just rabid fangirlism.

Still a part of Operation Taking Back Malec.

Warnings: Assassination of character and grammar, plotlessness, tooth rotting fluff, oodles of Malec goodness and before I forget, nudity and mentions of smut.

To Remy Koda, Wormmon456, Madmc97! You guys inspired this sets completion. Thank you.. :)

He's not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry, he's not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don't hurt him, don't change him, and don't expect for more than he can give. Don't analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he's not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don't exist, but there's always one guy that is perfect for you.
Bob Marley

Tired.

All they ever seemed to be doing lately was fight and frankly, Alec was getting tired of not knowing, of being pushed away by Magnus until the need to find Camille just to know burned like acid against his mind.

Back Alley.

The cold brick wall against his back didn't matter so much when there was music still singing in his ears, flecks of pixie dust or glitter sparkling in his hair, pleasure humming in his veins and Magnus beneath his lips.

Sunrise.

They had fought against Valentine and his demonic lackeys and survived, Magnus wasn't laughing at Alec's attempt at showing he meant his feelings, they were curled up in Magnus's couch without saying a word to each other, just taking comfort in the other's presence; For a long, long time the sunrise after that night was the most perfect one Alec had ever known.

Late.

Magnus liked things late- late mornings, being fashionably late, languid lovemaking and most of all he loved taking late night walks by the river with Alec, with the stars winking cheekily as the streetlight slept in streaks over the dark waters.

Son.

When Robert Lightwood's large hands wrapped around his smaller ones, Magnus felt the vaguest sense of acceptance, of family and his throat constricted with the strangest pang- In all five hundred years of his existence, he never been made to feel this way.

Hot.

Alec slipped in noiselessly using Magnus's key and stripped his clothes off, dropping them into the washing machine on his way to the bedroom and then quietly slid his freezing body besides Magnus's, thanking the Angel that Magnus was always warmer than he was; He received a sleepy kiss on the nose from Magnus who turned to his side and burrowed into Alec's chest.

Friend.

Alec was surprised to discover that he and Clary made good friends if they looked past the whole Alec was Madly in Love with Jace issue, a fact that surprised her as well because neither was comfortable with making new friends.

Floor.

Alec was luxuriating in the feel of complete satisfaction and having Magnus lick cake batter from the hollow of his throat, before he poked Magnus in the cheek and said, "This is the last time I try to teach you how to bake cakes,"; Magnus grinned unrepentantly back at him before continuing his ministrations.

Cheat.

The pool of blood kept growing wider, matting Alec's hair, echoing the wounds of another a hundred years ago, and this time Magnus had the strength to do what he couldn't last time and cheat Death, by breaking the most sacred of a Warlock's laws- Sharing his immortality with another.

Think.

Sebastian had Alec suspended on chains, his body clothed in bruises, lacerations and whip marks; when Magnus caught sight of him, all thoughts ceased as he gave into his rage and by the time he returned to lucidity the building was turned to rubble and Alec wrapped his arms weakly around him, shivering from more than just the cold.

Disgust.

Magnus has had years of practice at deflecting people's snide remarks on his sexuality, it had never mattered to him what people thought of him, but Alec flinched every time someone commented about them before he squared his shoulders and walked past them and that strength was what broke his heart.

Shelter.

It didn't matter where they went, Magnus always found a perfect little niche where people offered a bed, clean blankets and didn't ask too many questions even when they held hands or were too loud; When Alec asked Magnus about this, he only ever smiled a little sadly and said, "I've lived a long time love, but not always as the High Warlock of Brooklyn."

Borrow.

An exasperatingly endearing quality of Alec's was his constant desire to come back and return whatever they "borrowed" whenever they fought demons, it wasn't always pleasant but that didn't stop him in anyway.

Chair.

Despite Alec's penchant for honesty and Magnus's lazy playing along, they never told Isabelle what they did in her chair (It was a pure accident of course; the fact that they repeated that stunt four times had no impact on how accidental it was, none at all.)

Alter.

Magnus never thought he could be coaxed into change, none of his lovers-not even Camille- had ever managed to touch Magnus in such a way that he felt he changed, without his knowledge, in a fundamental way , none of them except Alec.

Peace.

They lying down in the park reserved for shadowhunters, snuggling against the light cold beneath an enormous maple tree that rained autumn colored leaves in celebration around them and Magnus mused that if his Master had lived, he would have painted this scene as the portrait of peace that he had always looked for.

Beach.

When Alec was little they always took weekends off to head to the beach, Maryse had insisted that they always learned "life lesson" on the beach; Now he could claim she was right, he learnt to forego the impulse to have sex on the beach, (it sounded romantic but only ended up getting sand in really uncomfortable places) even if his boyfriend is a warlock and not supposed to let this happen.

True.

Magnus ran his fingers over Alec's sleeping features, caressing them with the tips of his fingers as he heard his Master's voice in his head, laughing as he said, "Ye hath found vun who ye cares more than what yer cold head allows. I dinna think it possible."; For once, he didn't call him crazy or a weed-addled romantic, and wondered if just maybe, he was onto something.

Crazy.

When Alec threw his arms around him and kissed him like the sky was falling on their heads, the dust motes in the air seemed to slow their spiralling dance, the sun grew brighter and all his ghosts- his mother, his stepfather, all his lovers who dripped acid with their words disappeared into nothingness; In the fierce light of Alec's eyes, all that mattered in the world was standing in his arms and nothing could part them-not the clave, not his family, not his past or their future.

Love.

"I love you." "Not that it changes anything." The words remains in the air long after Magnus left, as cold and as haunting as any ghost, they pierced him like a poison coated dart of any tribal chieftain and like any poison, left him weak, reeling and without any strength to move.

New.

Magnus loved the night of the blue moon, the only day that he attained complete humanity and lost his warlock powers, it was a day when his eyes would lose their amber glow and become green; Alec was the only one who knew this weakness of his and on that day he would kiss Magnus's eyes and say he missed it's amber glow.

Beggar.

Alec noted that Magnus never gave handouts to the beggars who came their way, it was always coffee or food and whenever Alec gives him a questioning look, he just shrugs.

False.

Alec quivered in his arms, pleading softly to be released and whispering that he was sorry and that he wouldn't go after Camille anymore, Magnus simply bit down harder on Alec's earlobe and continued his ministrations; someone had to teach Alec that Camille was too dangerous to be played around with and Magnus was going to make sure Alec never forgot.

Happy.

Alec sat by the window on a bar stool and cradled his coffee, revelling in the lazy, late morning and flushed quietly as Magnus walked out of the bedroom completely naked; After years of wondering if he could ever tell his parents the truth, his worry over being kicked out of his home, being stripped of his marks, being with Magnus made it feel like they were a fairy tale come true.

Cancer.

Camille grew like a cancer between them, sapping them of energy or love, poisoning them into fights that were never resolved and silent, festering questions that were never answered.

Whew! That was quite a something to write. This is the first part of the 100_situations prompt series. I'll try to get the rest up ASAP. Until then, enjoy and do leave a review. :)