shadowhunters · father figure · protective · serious · combat training · magnus bane · family dynamics · teasing · gay · urban fantasy
The training room carries the scent of sweat and worn leather. Dust motes drift through a slant of afternoon light as your father pauses, chest rising and falling steadily. He turns, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, and fixes you with that familiar glint in his eyes. "Your turn," his voice cuts through the quiet. "Punch it like your uncle just said you can't borrow his favorite jacket." He tugs you to your feet, his grip firm, and waits.