-includes drinking the wrong potion and a lot of swearing in French

//

Max plucked a strand of hair out of his boyfriend's ginger head, who was sprawled on the couch, lightly snoring. Wrapped in one of Max's grey sweatpants, which were slightly short of him, and blue hoodies.

"Max?" Fill stirred in place, pulling his blanket up to his neck as he sleepily blinked at Max.

"Go back to sleep, Babe." Max placed a light kiss on Fill's forehead, who closed his eyes again.

"What are you even doing?" Rafael muttered from the other couch, his phone in his hand. He was texting someone. Rafe himself was wearing grey sweatpants and one of his black hoodies, which were so worn out that they gave their dad's 10 year old hoodies a tough competition.

Weekends were the only days of the week when the Lightwood-Bane family were all together. Ever since Max and Rafe had turned 15, (which was about 4 years ago for Max and 6 years ago for Rafe) they had started working at the NY Institute with their Aunt Izzy. Which meant they barely ever got the time to come to Alicante on weekdays. So spending time with family was mandatory on weekends.

Today however, Magnus was out to restock his apothecary while Alec got dressed in the bedroom for his meeting in an hour. And Fill had also decided to come home with Max for the afternoon, he was always welcomed in the Lightwood Bane household.

"What are you doing?" Max said accusingly and Rafael raised a brow.

"None of your business, " Rafe shot back.

"Exactly." Max replied and strode towards his apothecary. He had the last ingredient he needed to complete the potion, so he stood before the cauldron and let the hair from his boyfriend's head, the hair of someone with french blood, fall into the green mixture. It made a sizzling sound as the hair disappeared into the liquid.

He stirred the potion, making it turn into a darker shade of green, just like the potions book said it would and he knew it was ready. Max would be lying if he said he wasn't proud, he couldn't wait to see the look on his boyfriend's face when he suddenly knew how to speak fluent French.

Fill was always showing off his French, so now Max could actually say something back to him, not just stand there, gaping in confusion, annoyance and a little aroused.

Not that Max didn't know languages, he knew a bit of Indonesian, but unlike him, Fill had his language rune, so it was never as fun.

And Max could've learned French, but it was too much work and his papa working on the potion that would allow his dad to speak Spanish had given him the idea to make his own 'french' potion.

The Institute in Madrid was one of the few institutes who still didn't have a downworlder cabinet, the past head was too stuck up to ever insinuate one (but Madrid had good relations with its downworlders so it wasn't really that big of an issue).

The new head however, wanted to follow in the footsteps of the New York Institute, creating an official alliance with the downworlders, having monthly meetings with them - an official downworlder cabinet as Alec had encouraged and issued as the inquisitor.

Which is why Alec had to be there - the new head of the Madrid Institute had asked for him personally to come and oversee the meeting and talk about his own experience back in New York all those 23 years ago.

Alec had agreed, obviously, but the communication was a problem.

Alec knew a bit of Spanish, but he wasn't fluent in it, and the language rune didn't last long. So Magnus had offered to make a potion for Alec, which would help him understand and speak spanish for an hour or so.

Magnus was fluent in the language, of course, but he couldn't really accompany Alec to every meeting and besides, he had his own clients who needed attending to.

Max had just finished pouring the potion into a small vial, when he heard his dad come out of the bedroom, trying to tie a black tie around his neck while looking around for something.

Alec wore black pants and a white button up, his usual clothing for meetings. His hair was messed up, which Max was pretty sure wasn't going to be approved by Magnus.

"Is your papa home yet?" Max heard his dad ask, just as he put the vial down on the table, right next to a bunch of other similar looking vials. He went to the living room to check if Fill was awake by now.

"Right here, darling!" Said Magnus, stepping in from the portal, two small bags in his hands. He was wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt, a silver chain around his neck but nothing too fancy, indicating he must've just gone to Maryse's for some ingredients. (Maryse had opened a 'warlock supplies' side business, kept her connected with the shadow world)

"Guys, lower your voices, Fill hasn't slept this well in over three days-" Max was cut off by Fill groaning and he turned towards the couch, to see his boyfriend stare up at them sleepily, his blanket half-way sliding onto the floor already.

"Great, you woke him." Max grumbled and went to sit besides Fill, who was probably still processing his whereabouts.

Rafael, on the other hand, rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue as if annoyed, "Curly could just sleep in your bedroom, you know?"

Alec strode over to Magnus and gave him a cheek kiss and Magnus smiled, humming in content.

"I have like 10 minutes, so where's the potion?" Alec asked Magnus, who was in the process of unpacking now.

"Ten minutes?" Fill said hoarsely, "How long have I been asleep for?"

"Good morning, or shall I say evening, Fill." Said Magnus, giving Fill a smile, "The whole afternoon, I presume?"

"Good evening Mr. Lightwood Ba- The whole afternoon?!" Fill sat up immediately, his expression horrified, "Mrs. Lightwood will kill me, I had to be back at the institute by 7-"

Alec let out a huff, "Easy Fill, Izzy isn't going to murder you today. She's in Spain. You can sleep more, if you want."

"Yeah, and she won't be back until late in the evening, so you can just stay here tonight." Max said to Fill.

"I don't know about that." Alec said then, his dad-mode activated as he stared at the two on the couch.

"Oh, come on darling. We have a spare room anyways." Magnus said to his husband giving Fill an 'I got you' wink.

"Right." Fill smiled shyly, then turned to Magnus, "Thanks Mr. Lightwood-Ban-"

"Fill?" Magnus gave him a glare.

"Magnus." Fill corrected.

Max and Fill had been dating for about 6 months now. Fill had transferred here a year ago from the Paris Institute.

At first, Fill hadn't realised who Max was, but when he did he had gaped and said, "Holy shit you're even prettier than the pictures-"

They had hit it off after that. They went around in circles before Max had blurted out a drunken "I like you". That was the start of their relationship.

Magnus had already gotten constant updates about Fill and Max from the start all thanks to Izzy, who was too invested in her nephew's relationship, and Magnus had liked Fill when they first met. Considering that Magnus had a very close relationship with his sister-in-law, it was really no surprise that Magnus knew more about the two than Alec did.

Alec and Rafe however, had their doubts. For the first 2 weeks, all Fill got was glares and threats (mostly from Rafe) before Alec had started warming up to him. (Rafe was still... Rafe. But they all knew that he liked Fill)

Alec gave Magnus a look, as if he was upset that he didn't get a say in this, but then he just shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine, but behave." he said in a very dad-like way. "Magnus, the potion?"

Magnus just waved his hand towards his and Max's adjoined apothecaries. "It's in there, a little vial with the green liquid in it." he said absentmindedly, taking out the things Maryse had graciously given him.

Max just stared at Fill, smiling at him and loving the way he looked, still sleepy from his long nap. He didn't even think about the potion, not until he heard his dad rummaging around the vials.

He shot up so fast, Fill fell to the floor. Rafael gave him a surprised look, but Max just rushed towards his apothecary as soon as he registered the words 'little vial' and 'green liquid'.

"No, dad sto-" Alec had already downed the vial, "Dad!"

"What?" Alec said, before grimacing as his throat started to burn, an odd heaviness in his head taking over.

"Blueberry?" Magnus looked at Max.

Rafael looked up from his phone and judged his brother's expressions, "Max...Did you fuck up. Again?"

"Langue!" Alec said,

In a very french accent.

Magnus stopped as he reached the doorway of Max's apothecary, staring at his husband. "Um, Alexander? I meant in my apothecary-" he said, a quizzical look on his face, "What did you drink?"

Max hid his face in his hands as Rafe joined them in the room, trying to see what the fuss was about.

"Everything good?" Asked Fill from the living room, feeling as if this was a family matter which he shouldn't interrupt.

"Quoi?"

Magnus, Max and Rafe stared at Alec with a hint of confusion.

"Is that french, I hear?" Came Fill's voice from the living room again.

"Haa-haa dad, very funny." Rafe then said, though his tone was more hesitant than joking.

Magnus had now picked up the vial, which Alec had drank, from the table and showed it to Max. "What is this?" he asked and his voice was stern. Max swallowed nervously, glancing at his dad again.

Alec frowned, "Pourquoi me regardez-Vous tous? Qui parle français?"

Why are you all staring at me? Who's speaking French?

Fill now stood besides his boyfriend, casually placing his elbow on Max's shoulder (Max was shorter than him) and tilting his head in amusement, "Vous parlez français... "

You're speaking french...

Alec's brow's furrowed, He asked again, "Quoi?"

"um..." Max sealed his lips before hesitantly speaking again, "So..."

//

"Well on the plus side-" Max said, "At Least I know what my mistakes were, too many seelie leaves resulting in being stuck speaking one language."

Alec and Magnus glared at him. Rafael tittered, texting someone again. Fill sat awkwardly besides Max.

Alec let out a string of words, "J'ai la réunion dans 10 minutes et je parle français. Je dois parler putain d'espagnol, pas français! c'est quoi ce bordel." and a lot of "merde"s, clearly agitated, but Max just stared at him in defeat.

"What did he say?" he asked weakly, staring at Fill, but it was Magnus who answered.

"Roughly translating, he's pissed because he has to be at a meeting. Where he had to speak Spanish. Not French. Spanish. Comprende?" Magnus replied sarcastically, glaring at Max like he'd insulted the Queen of England to her face.

"I'm sorry, okay? It's not my fault the potions look exactly alike-" he shut up when Magnus sent him another glare.

"You better hope this potion wears off in a couple of hours." Magnus said.

"quelques heures? Je ne peux pas rester coincé à parler français pendant quelques heures!"

A few hours? I can't be stuck speaking french for a few hours!

"Calm down, Alexander, we'll figure this out." Magnus tried to ease his frustration.

Rafael chuckled from the couch, eyes on his phone, and Max had it.

"Who in the-" he stopped, seeing Alec's face as Max was about to curse "in the hell are you texting??" he finished, snatching Rafe's phone.

"Give that back, you little shit!" Rafe yelled, going after Max, who jumped onto the couch and scanned the phone. Fill moved a little further against the armrest, trying not to get caught in the crossfire of the two brothers fighting.

Alec and Magnus both yelled "Language!" (though Alec did it in French) at the same time.

"Who's Adri?" Max asked, amused.

Fill cocked his head to the side, "Adrian? Isn't he the new transfer from Corsica?"

"Give me my phone back!" Rafael practically growled.

"Awww, does Rafe have a crush?" Max cooed, waving the phone in his hand. Rafe glared at him. If looks could kill, he'd be dead ten times over. (Fill had already averted his eyes from the phone. Can you blame him? Rafael was intimidating.)

Magnus snapped his fingers, the phone appearing in his hand. His expression was not far from Rafe's stabbing stares.

"Quiet down." he commanded with his 'I am your father and you'll do as you're told' voice. Rafe and Max exchanged glances and stopped fighting, sitting back down with a disapproving huff. When Magnus's fingertips glowed blue, Fill stopped squirming in his seat too, even though the command was not meant for him.

Alec sighed, plopping down into an armchair. He said something again and Magnus nodded, quickly replying.

It was weird, seeing dad speak fluent French, Max thought, even though he knew that Alec could. He observed the mess that he, apparently, created.

He felt Fill's hand squeeze his and he looked over to his boyfriend, Fill had an encouraging smile on his face.

"Don't worry, they'll figure this out, there has to be an antidote or something-" he said.

"I appreciate those encouraging words, babe, but um..."

"il n'y en a pas." Said Alec, giving Max a side eye.

Fill opened his mouth and closed it again, "oh..."

"J'ai le réunion dans," Alec looked down at his wrist watch, the one Rafe had gifted him a few months ago on his birthday, "4 minutes, Max. Qu'est-ce que je fais maintenant?"

"Kinda hot." Magnus muttered slowly, Alec speaking French had always been hot, but the kids heard it. Max and Rafael looked pained.

Alec looked at him with a "seriously? Right now?" look.

Max turned to his boyfriend, trying to ignore his papa's words "What did he say?"

"He has the meeting in 4 minutes and he asked what he's going to do now."

Max shrunk down in his seat under the gazes of his fathers, trying to think of an answer that wouldn't result in more yelling, And in more french curse words.

"Rafael Lightwood Bane, tu arrêtes d'enregistrer ça ou vous êtes assigné à résidence"

Rafael made an annoyed expression , placing his phone down in his lap,"this is too fun not to record, besides I'm 21 dad. You can't ground me," He had activated his language rune somewhere between Max's explanation and Alec's glares.

"oh, je ne peux pas?" Alec sent him a challenging glare

Rafe turned to Magnus, "Papa! Tell dad that he's being unreasonable!" For a 21-year old his voice sounded awfully childish as he sent Magnus a pleading look.

"Okay, Okay guys." Magnus interrupted, "Let's take a deep breath. Alexander, Take a deep breath"

Alec rolled his eyes, but inhaled slowly anyways.

"And calm dow-" Alec's phone rang.

Alec reached out to look at his phone. Then sighed when he saw the caller ID.

"Who is it?" Magnus asked but Alec shook his head, picking up the call. Not realising that he couldn't speak english to communicate.

"Bonjour Izzy"

"Bonjour?" Izzy replied, sounding annoyed, "Alec what? where are you?!"

"ugh..." Alec stuttered when he remembered he couldn't speak English.

Magnus snatched Alec's phone from his hand, "Isabelle! How is my favourite sister in la-"

"Magnus?! What is Alec doing and why is he still at home?"

Magnus glanced at Alec, "Alexander, is um, a little-" his voice dropped two octaves, "Tied up. At the moment."

Izzy groaned, "Then untie him. I swear to Raziel, if you're late again because you're having sex-"

Alec said something in French that sounded a lot like swearing and Magnus smirked.

"Trust me, I wish." he said into the phone, eyes not leaving his husband.

"I did not spend an hour getting ready on a saturday just for your husband to be late. Jace and Simon are in charge of the institute, Magnus!" Izzy said, "Get Alec's ass here. Right now."

Magnus closed his eyes and sighed, giving Alec a glance. His husband was grabbing at his own hair, a look of desperation on his face.

"We'll be there, don't worry." Magnus said calmly.

"We? Why are you coming with him?" Isabelle wanted to know, her voice suspicious.

Alec gave Magnus a questioning look, "vas-tu lui dire?"

"What is happening?" Max asked loudly, staring at his dads.

"Do we have a choice? She'll find out anyways." Magnus replied, ignoring his son completely, staring at his husband.

Alec had a defeated look on his face and he nodded. Magnus bit his lip before he spoke to Isabelle again.

"So, we had a small accident..." he started carefully.

"Magnus, by the Angel what now?" Izzy said, it was fair for her to sound so done with them. They did have their fair share of mishaps.

Magnus turned to Max, "Do you want to tell her?"

"Why are you acting like this is my fault? You were the one to-"

Rafael grabbed the phone, and put it on speaker, "Dad drank a potion which Max made for himself, now Dad can only speak French. We don't have an antidote."

"What!?" Izzy yelled and Magnus could see Alec visibly cringe, "No, everything's okay, Alex," They heard Izzy then say, not to them but to someone in the background, "What?" Izzy said into the speaker again.

"It's going to be fine, I'll go with him and just translate." Magnus tried to calm her down.

"Quoi?" Alec looked at Magnus, "vous avez des clients à gérer aujourd'hui, Magnus"

"Oh, 'cause that'll make so much sense, when the Inquisitor shows up, only speaking French!" Izzy ignored whatever Alec had just said.

"For the record, it wasn't just my fault." Max chimed in.

"Shut up, Max." Rafe rolled his eyes.

"Technically..." Fill trailed off, trying to hide his smile and Max gasped.

"Traitor!" he half-shouted, pointing an accusing finger at his boyfriend.

"-And that's not what Alec's saying, Maxie," Fill said, ignoring the warlock's accusation.

"I'll cancel my appointments, Alexander. I don't have a choice," Magnus said, "Unless you want to cancel the meeting."

"Non! Je ne peux pas!"

"How would I know what Dad's saying, I don't speak fucking French..." Max mumbled in between their conversation.

"Shut up, everyone!" Izzy said, clearly frustrated and about to lose it, "I don't care how, but you are going to be here in 2 minutes or I'll murder you both! I'll try and stall the meeting until then."

No one questioned the fact that Izzy would actually do it. She was very much capable of murdering them all if they didn't do as she told them to.

"Je suis desolee, Izzy, et merci" Alec replied, before he leaned over and ended the call.

"Why is he so polite in french though," Rafe commented.

"He said 'Im sorry, Izzy and thanks'" Fill murmured in Max's ear. He then looked at Rafe, "Mr. Lightwood Ba- um, Alec est toujours poli"

Alec looked at Fill with an awkward smile, "Merci, Fill."

"Yeah, sure whatever you say, Curly," Rafael mocked him, going back to texting on his phone.

"My boyfriend has a name, you know?"

"Your point is...?" Rafe said, unfazed.

With a sigh Magnus stood up, "I'm going to go and change."

Alec glanced at his wrist watch, "Ne soyez pas en retard, il nous reste 5 minutes"

"It'll just take me 2 minutes, Darling." Said Magnus, then he smirked, "Aussi, Le français te va bien, beau" With that, Magnus disappeared into their bedroom.

"By the Angel," Rafael groaned, "I can understand you, you know?!"

Max looked at his boyfriend, who looked slightly uneasy, "He made a dirty comment, didn't he?" he grimaced, "You know what? I don't even want to know"

Fill clicked his tongue, "He actually just said that French suits Alec well and called him beautiful"

"I said I don't want to know!"

"I mean, It's kind of sweet-"

"Fill!"

Alec sighed with a pained expression on his face, looking after his husband. He held up his hands in defeat and sat down in the armchair, closing his eyes.

"C'est une catastrophe." he said.

Fill gave Alec a sympathetic look, "Je suis sûr que Magnus s'en chargera." Alec nodded slightly at that.

Max stared at Fill for a moment, yup, hot as always. He then turned to Rafe, "What did they say?"

"Huh?" Rafe looked up from his phone, "ugh, dad said that this was a disaster and Curly said that papa will handle it."

"And what does your Adrian think about all of this?" Max smirked.

"Qui est Adrian?" Alec asked, eyeing them both.

"Copain de Rafael," Fill replied in a low tone.

"Curly, I swear to Raziel shut up" Rafe turned to Alec, "Ce n'est pas mon copain."

Alec looked at Fill, "Rafe a un... Copain?" Ignoring Rafael.

"Would everybody please stop speaking freaking French?! Y'all can speak in english and he'd understand you then too!" Max finally exploded, standing up. It was one thing to be turned on when his boyfriend spoke French but this was just... weird. And uncomfortable. And annoying and just... weird.

"Well, aren't you in a sour mood?" Magnus asked Max, coming back to the living room. He'd changed into a tux as well, to match Alec's attire. "And what's that about Rafe having a boyfriend?" he beamed at Rafael.

Rafael groaned loudly, putting a pillow over his face.

"Dieu merci," Alec sighed, standing up, "Pouvons-nous partir maintenant?"

"Right, yes we're leaving now," Magnus said, opening a portal, "Take care boys, We'll be back in a few hours."

Alec rushed to the portal, but not before he pressed kisses on his sons cheeks, who wiped them with their sleeves.

"Fill," Magnus snapped his fingers, Rafael might be the oldest, but Fill was the most mature one in the trio, "You're in charge."

"Alright, Magnus." Fill's cheeks went a little red when he realized Magnus thought of him as the most responsible one in the group.

Before Rafe or Max could protest, Alec muttered something in French and then they were gone.

"Alec said no partying." Fill told his boyfriend.

"Why does that not surprise me?"

//

"Fucking finally" Izzy said, rushing to hug Magnus before Alec (a new habit of hers) as the portal closed behind them and they stepped inside the huge hall of the Madrid institute.

After she'd hugged her brother, she automatically slapped his shoulder. "I almost had a heart attack, you idiots!" she whisper-yelled, so no one in the meeting room would hear them. They could hear the people inside chatting, completely oblivious as to what was going on outside the doors.

Izzy was wearing a purple a-line dress with a v-neck, the fabric ending just over her knees, and her 6 inch stilettos. For a woman in her forties, she looked way younger.

It had been hard for Alec to see his sister get wrinkles before his eyes. It was a constant reminder that one day, he'd have to let her go and live on.

But Izzy still had a smile on her face, the same silliness of being the little sister. She'll always be his little sister.

"We're here, aren't we?" Magnus asked, but shut up as Izzy sent him a glare.

She stepped closer to Alec and brushed his tuxedo, straightening his tie. "Are you both ready? I mean, I did give them a sort of a version as to why the Inquisitor is speaking fucking French out of nowhere. Or rather, I didn't tell them about the French at all."

"I'm sure the Spanish know about the French." Magnus said jokingly. Isabelle sent him a death glare. "Not a good time?" Magnus chuckled nervously.

"What did you tell them?" Alec asked in French, nervously glancing at the slightly ajar doors.

Izzy was fluent in french. It was one of the first languages a shadowhunter is taught at the academy.

Izzy gave them a stern look. "I couldn't exactly tell them the truth, could I? I mean, kind of embarrassing, making the mistake of drinking the wrong potion that your own son had cooked up."

Alec wore the same pained expression he had been wearing for the past 15 minutes, Izzy took pity on him.

"I told them that you were out on a voluntary patrol with the NY institute for one of your 'inspections' yesterday and you had an accident with a demon nest, you tried to save everyone and in the process your vocal chords got damaged, so you can't speak for a few days."

Magnus gave her a quizzical glance. "Wait. So he can't... speak at all?" he asked.

Isabelle smirked. "That's right."

Alec had a look on his face which read, "Raziel and the angels above, help me."

Magnus gave Izzy an appreciative glance. "Well done, you managed to save Alec from humiliation and make him look heroic at the same time."

Izzy raised an eyebrow and smirked. "I'm Isabelle Lightwood. What did you expect?"

Alec looked slightly uneasy. Isabelle gave him an encouraging smile.

"It'll be fine, Alec, Magnus can talk for you. And he'll just translate the rest for you." she said, "Besides, the new head is already dazed by you and your husband, 'The power couple' as they put it."

Magnus' hand slid into Alec's as he stepped closer. He looked up at his husband with a soft smile.

"We've got this. Don't worry, darling." he said and Alec nodded, the tension in his shoulders dissipating as Magnus led him towards the room behind closed doors. Having his husband there certainly helped soothe the panic.

Isabelle's heels clicked on the wooden floor, trailing behind them as they took in the people in the room. There were about 5 people seated behind a round table, who stopped talking as soon as the three entered.

A blonde 19 year old, actually 409 year old, who Magnus recognised as the High warlock of Madrid. Besides him was a seelie, her posture poised with her lips pressed into a thin line, her fiery red hair cascading down in braids, a few strands of blonde here and there. A 30-something werewolf with a huge mark running down her brown skin, and a pale vampire, who looked like he was the leader of a boy band (the 2020 Justin Bieber haircut wasn't really helping his case).

The head of the Madrid Institute stood up as soon as they entered the room, looking very excited to see them, almost jumping up and down, curly hair bouncing with every step.

Approaching Alec and extending a hand the shadowhunter said, "Mr. Inquisitor, High warlock, Welcome to the Madrid institute!" with a thick accent.

Alec gave the head a curt nod and a tight-lipped smile. Magnus could see his husband was getting nervous again.

"Hello, Thanks for inviting us, Mr. De la Vega." Magnus said in Spanish.

"Um...It's Mx. De la Vega, I'm non binary actually, and you can just call me Alex!" The head beamed in English again, "If you want to, sir."

"Alex, right. My apologies, I didn't mean to misgender you," Magnus said, Izzy did say 'they' before, he couldn't believe he had missed that.

"It's alright, You didn't know." They replied.

Alec gave them an apologetic smile.

"Mr. Inquisitor, I heard about your vocal chords. I'm so sorry that happened," Alex said in Spanish again. Magnus noted that they used english when their pronouns were involved. Spanish wasn't really gender neutral, after all.

Magnus translated it for Alec and Alec nodded, making a weird gesture with his hand and Magnus tried not to laugh. It must've been hard for Alec not to speak, but it was just a little bit funny to watch him struggle. Not that he would ever say that to his husband.

"Call him Alec. And I'm Magnus, please. Yes, it was a rather unfortunate event, but you know my husband - always trying to save the day." he said, continuing in Spanish and beamed at Alec. "But all is well, I'll just be speaking on behalf of him today."

"Fantastic! Why don't we all sit down, then? Mrs. Lightwood, if you please." Alex said in Spanish again, pulling out a chair for Isabelle to sit in.

She graciously sat down, sending a thankful smile towards Alex.The head of the Madrid Institute took their seat at the head of the table, while Alec and Magnus took seats next to each other, opposite to Alex and facing them.

The downworlders gave Alec and Magnus a respectful nod, they looked like they didn't want to be here. Although Magnus saw the werewolf give Isabelle an interested glance.

"I have to say though," Alex looked at Magnus and Alec, "You both look amazing." They half squealed, barely able to contain themself.

Isabelle gave Alec and Magnus a look that said 'see? What'd I tell you?'

"Okay now, Warlocks, Werewolf, Vampire, Seelie and Shadowhunters, let's start the meeting, shall we?" Alex then said, clearing their throat.

This is going to be a long meeting, Alec thought in French.

As Alex started speaking, Magnus leaned in close to Alec's ear, "We're having a date after this" He whispered, voice low and seductive, as he placed a hand on Alec's leg and brushed his thumb against his inner thigh. Alec took in a sharp breath.

Well, now this was definitely going to be a long meeting.

//