Domestic Tuesdays

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Fill: Astro, Shadowhunter AU, Dongmin/Minhyuk

[nagi_schwarz]

Minhyuk came awake to the sound of low, melodic humming. It wasn’t any melody he recognized, and it wasn’t a scale he recognized either. But he recognized the ceiling of Dongmin’s apartment immediately, and after he blinked, more of his surroundings came into focus.

He was lying on a pallet in Dongmin’s living room, which had been magically expanded.

There was another pallet on the far side of the room, but it was empty, the covers cast side. Bin had been sleeping there, right? Where was Bin? The last thing Minhyuk remembered was falling asleep with Bin holding his hand.

Before that was the sure knowledge that he was about to die in a demon’s claws.

Who was humming?

Minhyuk tried to sit up, but his chest ached like he’d been kicked like a mule — or stabbed through and then magically put back together.

There, behind his pallet, on the far side of the room, was Dongmin’s workbench.

The warlock in question was humming as he ground something with a mortar and pestle. Minhyuk’s nose twitched at the spicy aroma that drifted toward him. Bin probably would have been sneezing at such a strong scent.

Something about the way Dongmin was humming was — deliberate. He wasn’t like Myungjun, for whom music ran in his veins, always humming or softly singing a melody because his entire existence was set to music. Dongmin was humming in time with the mixing, Minhyuk realized.

Was the music part of Dongmin’s magic? Warlocks weren’t restricted to a particular type of magic.

Dongmin’s humming turned to soft singing, though Minhyuk couldn’t make out the lyrics as Dongmin scraped the mixture from the mortar into a bowl, and then he selected several sparkling bottles of the bench. He poured brightly-colored liquids, a drop at a time, in time to the music, into the bowl, and then he stirred with what looked like a hand-carved wooden spoon, still in time to the music.

The melody changed when Dongmin changed the direction he was stirring, and then — there was a spark and a puff of smoke, and the scent vanished.

Dongmin was still humming as he crossed the room with the bowl in his hands. He raised his eyebrows when he saw that Minhyuk was still awake, but he continued humming as he unbuttoned Minhyuk’s shirt.

Minhyuk lay back obediently, trusting Dongmin, and watched as Dongmin smeared the paste from the bowl onto Minhyuk’s chest, covering the wound, his strokes smooth and even, and still in time to the music.

Dongmin’s voice was deep and velvety and lulling, and Minhyuk’s eyes drifted closed, as Dongmin’s hands were warm and strong and soft.

The end of the song brought Minhyuk back to wakefulness. Dongmin set the bowl aside, absently, magicked his hands clean, and then gently re-buttoned Minhyuk’s pajama shirt.

“How are you feeling?” Dongmin asked.

“Better,” Minhyuk said, and it was true. The pain in his chest was gone. But he knew well, from having healing runes traced into his skin, that absence of pain equated to healing.

“Bin placed some iratze runes on you before he left. He’s fully recovered.” Dongmin smoothed a hand over Minhyuk’s hair, gazing down at him, dark eyes wide and luminous. “I almost lost you.”

“I’m sorry,” Minhyuk breathed. “I didn’t mean —”

“I know. You didn’t. And — you’re mortal, beneath it all.” Dongmin’s breath hitched. “What matters if that you’re here now, and I can take care of you.”

“Thank you for taking care of me.” Minhyuk leaned into Dongmin’s caress. “What was that song you were singing? It’s pretty.”

Dongmin blinked. “Pardon?”

“You were humming and singing while you worked,” Minhyuk said.

Shadows descended in Dongmin’s gaze. “Oh. It’s a recipe song.”

“Is it magic?”

“The song itself isn’t magic, no. But the song is the recipe — the ingredients, how many to add and when, how much to stir, that sort of thing.”

“I didn’t recognize the language,” Minhyuk said.

“Oh? It was Korean.”

Minhyuk frowned. “Oh. I must be very tired.”

Dongmin stroked his hair again. “I’m sure you are very tired, but — it was old Korean. Ancient Korean. My mother was a healer. She taught me the song.”

“Did she have magic?”

“No, but her herb lore was unparalleled. What I learned from her is only more potent with my magic.” Dongmin eased himself down on the pallet beside Minhyuk and pressed close to him. “You can stay with me till you heal, all right? And after, too, if you like.”

It was a tempting offer, but Minhyuk honestly didn’t know how the Council at the Institute was condoning Minhyuk being here to convalesce instead of the infirmary at the Institute.

The cat was out of the bag now, Minhyuk supposed. About his relationship with Dongmin. Now that the Mortal Cup had been recovered so new Shadowhunters could be ascended from the Mundanes, the emphasis on early marriage and abundant childbearing had eased. Minhyuk having a downworlder for a lover would cause more consternation than his lover being a man.

Minhyuk nestled closer to Dongmin and closed his eyes, absorbing Dongmin’s warmth and scent.

“Can I stay forever?” he whispered.

Dongmin’s arms around him tightened.

Only one of them had any chance of truly being here forever.

But Dongmin said, “Yes. Stay with me forever.”

Minhyuk thought of the runes for binding and love and marriage, and what they might look like on Dongmin’s skin, as tattoos if nothing else, since angelic runes wouldn’t take on his skin, Dongmin who was half-demon where Minhyuk was half-angel.

Minhyuk breathed, “Love you.”

Dongmin buried his face against Minhyuk’s throat. “Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t. I said I’d stay with you forever.”

“Don’t leave me,” Dongmin whispered again, and his voice shook.

Minhyuk opened his eyes and looked down at Dongmin — and saw that his lashes were wet with tears.

“Dongminnie.” Minhyuk wiped his tears away. “I’m here. I’m staying. I promise.”

But Minhyuk wasn’t immortal, and his calling was to hunt the creatures in the shadows who threatened the world of the light.

“Don’t leave me,” Dongmin said again.

All Minhyuk could do was hold him and let the healing salve work its magic. He’d stay a few days after he was fully healed, because Dongmin needed him more than the Institute did, at least for now.

Re: Fill: Astro, Shadowhunter AU, Dongmin/Minhyuk

[vonseal]

oh man this is so bittersweet!! i love their developing relationship but it is also so sad knowing poor dongmin is immortal and so scared of losing minhyuk 😭 thank you for such a lovely oneshot!!

Re: Fill: Astro, Shadowhunter AU, Dongmin/Minhyuk

[nagi_schwarz]

You're so welcome! Minhyuk is in a lot of peril, so Dongmin is going to be stressed out a lot during this relationship no lies.