{"id":1180,"date":"2017-03-30T22:06:33","date_gmt":"2017-03-30T20:06:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pr0nandchocolate.net\/shirasade\/?p=1180"},"modified":"2017-03-30T22:06:33","modified_gmt":"2017-03-30T20:06:33","slug":"market-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shirasade.net\/fiction\/market-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Market Day"},"content":{"rendered":"
This entry is in the series Shadowhunter AUs<\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div>

Author's Note<\/strong>: This one owes everything to Matt and his dream of being a farmer, with shades of the non-Shadowhunter dimension in 1x10 - \u201c This World Inverted\u201d. Also, I know nothing about coffee, being a cocoa and tea person myself.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you really think they don\u2019t sell organic milk in New York?\u201d Isabelle Lightwood regarded her big brother with a familiar mixture of fondness and exasperation as Magnus Bane walked away from them, carrying two gallons of best Lightwood Organic Milk like every week. \u201cWhen will you put him out of his misery and ask him out?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf he\u2019s interested, why hasn\u2019t he ever said anything?\u201d Alec responded defensively, embarrassed as always when faced with the prospect of anyone possibly liking him. It wasn\u2019t that he thought he was repulsive or anything, but he simply didn\u2019t consider himself to be particularly interesting. It seemed to him all he ever thought and talked about was cows, llamas and organic certifications. Ever since little Max got accepted to that fancy school for the gifted in California and their parents moved away, Alec had been making sure the farm that had been in their family\u2019s possession for four generations survived in the difficult economic climate, no matter how many people told him that he was too young to shoulder such a burden. So the idea that a sophisticated, urbane lawyer from New York would be interested in him\u2026 <\/p>\n

Alec became aware that Izzy was rolling her eyes at him and lifted an annoyed eyebrow in question. His sister was the smartest person he knew, but sometimes her meddling got a bit too much. He flinched, more out of habit than real pain, when she elbowed him none too gently, snapping, \u201cBecause, dear brother, he\u2019s been flirting his heart out, without ever getting any<\/em> encouragement from you in return. But I guess I shouldn\u2019t be surprised, considering the only person outside of our family that you pay any attention to is J...\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJace is<\/em> family!\u201d Alec cut her off more sharply than he would have liked, his eyes inexorably drawn across the market to his childhood friend\u2019s coffee cart. As it happened, right then Jace looked up and, catching Alec\u2019s eyes, waved happily. Helplessly, Alec smiled and waved back, aware he was only proving Izzy\u2019s point. Tilting his head, Jace lifted a cup in a wordless invitation, and Alec nodded, quickly looking around to make sure no customer was approaching. Giving his sister an apologetic shrug and ignoring her exasperation, he then made a beeline over to Java Jace<\/em>, nodding at the other vendors in passing.<\/p>\n

Once there, he was greeted by a heavenly smell when Jace immediately pushed a cup at him. \u201cTaste this! I used Italian espresso beans, but it shouldn\u2019t be too bitter because I added\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Jace talked on excitedly, detailing what exactly had gone into his latest concoction, but Alec tuned in him out in favor of taking a careful sip of his drink. Immediately the rich aroma of coffee hit his taste buds, accompanied by a burst of warm spice that had Alec closing his eyes in bliss. \u201cHoly mother of... Jace<\/em>!\u201d he half-moaned, taking another sip of the heavenly beverage. \u201cWhat is that? I feel like I should know\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAs I was just telling you<\/em>...\u201d Jace responded, mock-exasperated, eyes dancing with fondness when Alec sighed with contentment and drank some more, basking in the flavor. \u201cI added some cardamom seeds to the beans and brewed everything with a stick of cinnamon.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alec nodded appreciatively, savoring the spices he now easily recognized and how they perfectly complemented the dark aroma of the coffee. If anyone had told him a year ago that he\u2019d become a coffee addict, he would have scoffed, but then Jace, after years of jobbing as a barista, had opened his own cart and seemingly made it his mission to find the perfect blend for Alec. He also refused to accept any money for the endless cups of coffee, explaining that Alec was serving as his guinea pig: Any drink that got him to make \u201cthose sex noises\u201d, as Jace called them with a teasing twinkle in his eyes, visibly enjoying Alec\u2019s mortification, landed on the menu, either permanently or as daily specials.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid I see that lawyer walk away just now?\u201d Jace\u2019s voice broke into Alec\u2019s blissful reverie, and Alec was grateful that he\u2019d foregone shaving that morning, because hopefully his stubble was helping to hide his blush.<\/p>\n

Fighting to keep his voice bland, he replied, \u201cMagnus? Yeah, he came to pick up his milk for this week. He also said he liked Clary\u2019s latest dye job - you know, the purple and blue - and might buy some of the wool next week.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alec squirmed under the weight of Jace\u2019s smirk, as always fighting to suppress the wistful voice in his head that wished his best friend\u2019s interest in his love life were more\u2026 personal. As it was, he almost missed Jace\u2019s drawled comment: \u201cYou do know that he\u2019s lactose-intolerant, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026 what?!\u201d Alec\u2019s head shot up, and he stared at Jace in confusion. That simply didn\u2019t make sense, considering Magnus came to the market once a week without fail, always buying two gallons of Alec\u2019s best whole milk.<\/p>\n

\u201cMagnus, or whatever his name is.\u201d Jace was grinning widely now. \u201cHe told me when he bought coffee here last time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Flabbergasted, Alec mentally calculated how many weeks the lawyer had been stopping by, driving the 45 minutes from the city to buy milk he didn\u2019t drink. Pleasure spreading warmly through his body, Alec began to smile helplessly.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

End Note<\/strong>: Seriously, I don\u2019t even know\u2026 The Jalec simply didn\u2019t want to happen. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This entry is in the series Shadowhunter AUs<\/a><\/div><\/div><\/div>

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