#sometimes i remember that magnus and alec

[alexanderlightweight]

hi I am unsure if you are still talking prompts but I would love a continuation of pray to the hunters. It is so good and I am in love with it. If you are unable to right now I completely understand. Thank you for your time and consideration.

hi! yes it was still open and here is some more with the last part being here. this is kinda some insight better into the fic because while I always write Alec as demi-sexual, this and a few others I go into it a bit more.

<3 lumine

pray to the hunters

While Alexander is a bit confusing, Magnus has come to realize that rather than simply playing hard to get, Alexander is instead just not ready though not in the usual ways.

He’s interested in Magnus.

Magnus has no doubt about that.  The thrum of some very ancient and intimate powers locked away inside of Magnus — and gifted by Alexander — prove that.  As do Alexander’s frequent visits and the way he treats Magnus with more respect and interest than anyone else around him.

However despite saying that he is interested in trying sex with Magnus, Alexander has so far made no moves or seemed to notice any of the openings Magnus has offered since they healed Lucian.  If anything, he seems content and pleased simply for Magnus to press him to the couch or floor or bed and just kiss him until they’re both boneless.

It’s not lust that flares in his boy’s eyes or sets Alexander’s body alight, but delight and intimacy and simply the pleasure of being at Magnus’ mercy and submitting — even just to a few kisses — with fervor.

Magnus doesn’t mind the waiting. 

However he does ache with the curiosity of wondering if and when Alexander will desire a more carnal passion and finds it hard to bring up.  Not that Magnus is scared to ask, simply that when he and Alexander typically have the time to talk, Magnus instead finds his mouth occupied with tasting Alexander or indulging in whatever piece of nephilim his boy brings as a treat.

Magnus also never wishes to pressure his boy, finding more than enough satiation in the way Alexander trembles under his touch and magic.

Sometimes Alexander’s body reacts and since he ignores it, Magnus follows the same script. Even when desire floods him and stokes his blood, he stays his urges and softens his kisses and touches, keeping them mild and soothing so that Alexander can relax.

“Do you think you’ll know darling, when you’ll want sex?” Magnus finally asks, keeps his voice light and soft as the energy of the room settles as sleep nears.  He relishes in the dawn that is dappling over Alexander’s tired face.

“Won’t that just happen when you need a sex ritual next?” Alexander responds tiredly, eyes still closed but fingers reaching out until Magnus curls his own with them and inhales at the cold feeling of death that clings to his boy’s hands.

Magnus can’t help the soft laugh he lets out, because Alexander’s way of thinking is so delightfully unique. 

“No lovely, not unless absolutely necessary which would be unlikely.  While I would love to use a ritual when we have sex eventually. There are no rituals that are stronger than what we can already create through hunting and sharing prey.  We’ll fuck when you want it darling and use rituals then to amplify it.  But it will be when you crave my touch and the pleasure created from my hands and body.  Not just out of necessity.”

Alexander seems shockingly pleased with that, his grin soft and wide and more awake. Even the sharpness of his maw and the bone-white shade of his teeth can’t deter from how adorable he is. 

Magnus remembers that his darling boy had grown up with siblings who — until they realized the danger — frequently made fun of Alexander’s lack of interest. To have something he wasn’t fully interested in shoved continually into his face has probably left some lingering reluctance and Magnus is determined to not make it any worse.

If Magnus wants an orgasm or three, he can enjoy a ritual with Alexander and then later, take advantage of his own hands and magic as much as he needs and wants.

“I have you in bed, what does it matter in which way as long as you’re where I want you?” Magnus teases and Alexander’s eyes half-roll before he yawns, cutting himself off and curling closer to Magnus.

Alexander is greedy to steal his warmth and Magnus is greedy to feel the cool relief of Alexander’s skin soothing his own. Magnus enjoys the heat and doesn’t mind it, is used to the fire of his soul that heats him from the core outwards, but the relief of Alexander’s skin against his own is still a luxury.

“And I won’t wake to find you’ve snuck out of my bed again?” Magnus asks, cupping Alexander’s neck and pressing a kiss to where he knows one of the invisible runes of the dead lies on Alexander’s brow.

“My mother’s in town—” Alexander says and Magnus forces himself to stay loose-limbed and relaxed, knowing Alexander will notice if he reacts. “She knows enough to understand the implications.  She’s also given me three days of recuperation because she finally met Fray and afterwards told me she was proud I hadn’t already just eaten her.”

Magnus imagines how the Clave or Jocelyn would take that news and finds that he rather likes the idea, even if he knows it won’t happen. 

While Maryse will never have Magnus’ forgiveness, respect or admiration, he will accept that perhaps her presence in this one instant, isn’t the worst thing that’s come of this.

AN:

okay so again, it is a spectrum. sometimes a person who is demi can really click with a person (like imprinting/fixate/special interest and no not in the twilight way) and that's how I often write Malec. however, again it's a spectrum. in some of my fics like taste of his magic it takes Alec months to get to a point where he initiates having sex because for him it's mostly just a nice/intimate bonding experience that is also good for endorphins. eventually he gets a little more into experiencing 'attraction' but it's still different.

shifting scales Alec has no idea what sexual attraction is and he'd like to know why Magnus thinks he's seducing him but also, if sex gets him Magnus he's down with that. sex isn't bad to him and he enjoys it, its just his human form is annoying and gross and also this is not being taken advantage of. Magnus is very confused and trying his best to seduce Alexander because he thought Alexander was seducing him and now he's decided that's fine, he'll handle it himself.

In RL people have sex without sexual attraction all the time and a lot of times its intimacy/kink/bonding/a job/experiment/relationship maintenance and that's okay. as long as its consensual!!!!

in pray to the hunters, this fic, Alec is experiencing attraction to Magnus but it's not yet fully sexual. because attraction isn't inherently sexual. anyways, the idea of having sex with Magnus especially in ritual is like to Alec; oh hey. yeah sex with Magnus doesn't sound bad. i'd do that. especially for a ritual.

and Magnus is like, okay unless its like the end of the world then we'll have ritual sex for necessity. otherwise, i'm not having sex with you until you want me at least a little bit because we can enjoy other intimacies and I think that would be important to him in this fic since licking blood off of alexander's fingers after his boy fed him a heart is just an exhilarating as sex for them.

i like writing sex and kink into fics not because I think the fics and characters need it but because its a fun dynamic and offers enrichment but also I realize that the breakdown of the characters is kinda stuck in my head so it's fun to flesh out some of my thoughts in active story form.

Also Alec can still find Magnus beautiful and captivating and handsome and dashing and intriguing and powerful and magical and magnificent and not be sexually attracted to him. he can have sex with Magnus without sexual attraction and again, nothing wrong with that. some people who are demi/ace/gray whatever are sex-repulsed and will never have sex and some people who don't enjoy sex but don't hate it have it and some people love it and need it and all of that's completely valid and some people never have sex despite enjoying it because trauma or intimacy or disabilities. and some people who will never experience sexual attraction or the urge to have sex will still have sex because it's not traumatizing to them and sex is literally just another layer/level of intimacy when you think about it. or in some cases you know, its used for procreation specifically.

again these are just my thoughts i'm not going to say this is canon. this is my personal fanon. all made up in my head and heart okay? you don't need to feel bad if you have a different take or don't like my take as long as you don't shit on it. ^_^

i realize that you'd think that Alec might be more into human touch and carnal pleasure since he works with the dead but it kinda just enhanced his own emotions apathy/disinterest/lack of attraction.

Magnus enjoys his pleasures and lusts and that's absolutely good and healthy for him and his necromatic powers enhance those wants.

But Magnus' powers will kind of heat up Alec's blood and desires at some point - not artificially tho. and Alec's powers help Magnus keep his passion at a temperate level - they don't restrain him just help soothe in a way sex might normally be needed to release energy

Everyone already thinks they're fucking. Alec is not clearing up that misunderstanding because despite how he feels about it, it gives Magnus and his relationship more legitimacy within shadowhunter culture. Magnus takes advantage of this to layer innuendos whenever he's around other Shadowhunters since Alec doesn't mind.

Magnus: you do look stunning when you're kneeling, darling

*Shadowhunters absolutely dying trying not to breathe or look at Alec or Magnus*:

Alec: I do my best worship on my knees (truthfully referring to praying to his dead ancestors but playing along with Magnus' insinuation)

shadowhuntres: PLEASE STOP PLEASE I DONT WANT TO KNOW

later -

Alec: okay I know I missed something but what kind of sex did you reference? everyone else figured it out immediately.

Magnus: blowjobs darling, but we'll get to those another time, first I think you wanted to show me a catacomb or two?

-

Yes I know this story is set up for some really kinky sex and that will happen but Malec is forging a deeper connection before they gets there.

sometimes when you're ace/demi (and some people in general) you do understand sexual innuendos but if you're just really tired of them (especially if ppl ignore your boundaries) you kind of sometimes (not everyone) turn off that part of your brain (dissociate away) because if you don't understand it, you don't have to acknowledge it. and if you are someone who already had trouble identifying innuendos and sexual jokes, it's just easier to stop trying than suffer (in RL yes I write innuendos and jokes into malec').

okay, so you might know how Alec is purposefully oblivious to mundane shit in some of my fics? that's kinda the same tactic here (and also I myself am truly oblivious to being hit on that's something i've never managed to understand or notice even if I do manage to recognize innuendos sometimes... now).

Magnus again, is fine with getting there and if they never got there he'd still be fine with it.

also to give some context info:

(1: got a marriage proposal from someone I was talking to weekly as a favor to a different person (they knew it was a favor and I don't know how they decided we were close enough for them to propose). 2) have had numerous people 'interested in my dog' only to find out later that it was clearly an excuse to hit on me (other people pointed this out once the person(s) left). 3) frequently got invited to threesomes and didn't realize it until friends pointed it out since I was just really introverted and would say no thank you. like now I get what they meant but at the time I was just: I get that three people is a pretty intimate group but I prefer 'me myself and i'. 4) got stalked 2 different times by people who didn't like 'no' 5) got a second marriage proposal from someone I was taking training from and still don't know how that happened but I finally understood why my lessons were free (again, the person really liked my dog and for me, if I like someones dog I would totally give them free stuff because of the pupper and have done so). 6) had someone tell me its okay if I never wanted sex but stopped talking to me when I said I couldn't form romantic connections with them. 7) had several OTHER peoples parents try to help arrange marriages for me and offer their children or grandchildren as possibilities. 8) got told I just didn't want sex because the body wasn't fully sexually mature (gross take because then why have sex?) until 35 and also that it was probably my internalized homophobia that had me not wanting to have sex. and that I just needed to have enough queer sex to liberate me from my again, internalized homophobia and self-hatred and religious guilt. 9) being nice to people = wanting to fuck them and it's not their fault we were too nice.

*apparently being nice and genuine and caring about people and wanting to make them comfortable around you equals - romantic relationship/sexual?

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 1

Alec Lightwood + Praise Kink

Happy first day of kinktober everyone. I’ve got a lot more schoolwork this year (curse you psychology) but ill be doing my best to try and keep up with my posting.

I’m gonna be honest I haven’t watched Shadowhunters in a long time, but Alec and Magnus still mean a lot to me. So, this is super vague about background stuff, cuz I can’t remember any of the plot from the show or books.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Alec found himself sighing as he leaned back in the chair behind his desk, his hand reaching up to rub at his aching temples. He took his duty very seriously, but at times it could do nothing but cause pains and aches throughout his body and psyche. Not only that, but his work kept him apart from you, sometimes for days or even weeks at a time. Alec had known at the time when he gained his rank that this work would fill much of his life, but now that he had finally found his way to you, it almost didn’t feel worth it.

Alec sighed softly as he got out of his seat, there was no reason to keep working any more tonight. At this point he had stared at those reports enough that he was seeing double, and the thought of your shared bed was like an angel’s call. With that in mind, the shadowhunter found himself almost floating to your shared room, a new edition to your relationship. Neither of you even had much time to spend in this room, as you were both important people in your circles and both took your duties seriously.

It was because of this that Alec didn’t even think about you being present when he entered the dimly lit room, his eyelids heavy and half shut as he pulled off his clothes robotically, folding it up neatly and placing it off to the side to go in the laundry in the morning. It was only when he fell onto the bed, now only clad his boxers, that he noticed the second presence in the room. He almost jolted up with shock, but your arm wrapped warmly and securely around his waist, pulling your lover close as you nuzzled into the back of his stiff neck.

“there’s my pretty boy” you rumble, your voice thick with sleep but also the love and admiration you have for Alec. Alec only allows himself to huff a little, feeling embarrassed at your sweet words. He had never gotten used to being complimented or praised, so when you peppered sleepy kisses on his neck and mumbled about his beautiful, he was and how strong he was, the shadowhunter felt himself grow hotter in the face.

“Look at you, all tense” you huff, your warm hands running up and down the planes of Alecs torso as you hook your chin over his shoulder, your thumbs rubbing just below his pecs, the action causing him to twitch and exhale sharply. “Always working so hard for everyone, but you never take care of yourself” you mumble, your lips pressed to the side of his neck. You can’t help but nibble on the skin there, letting your tongue flatten against the rune on his neck.

“Guess that’s why you have me, isn’t it” you almost tease, your hands finally grabbing his tight pecs in your palms, giving him a loving squeeze, making your sensitive lover whine. “Always such a diligent, good boy, aren’t you?” you croon, giving both of his nipples a quick pinch and twist, enjoying the punched-out noise that leaves Alec at the action. You had always loved how sensitive he was, and how easily you could work him up with just a few touches and sweet words.

“My good boy” you purr, hands traveling down his torso at a snail’s pace, almost in a worshipping manner as you feel out every shape that makes up his body, basking in the shaky way he breaths and how he can’t seem to keep his legs still. “My pretty boy” you hum, your thumbs teasing at the elastic of his underwear, an almost catlike smirk on your lips as you let your lover stew in the need and want running through his tired body.

“Just lay back Alec, ill take care of you” you mutter, using your grip to pull him further against your chest, your hips grinding into his own from behind. Alec shakily exhales but seems to melt in your arms, his muscles untensing as you fold his boxers down under his sack, releasing his hardness to the darkness of your shared room.

“Ill always take care of you. Because you are so good, and so beautiful. So smart, and so considerate of everyone around you” you keep mumbling, one of your hands wrapping around where Alec craves you the most. The noise that leaves him sounds drawn out and almost painful, like he had wanted you to touch him for so long. There isn’t a need for lube, as you don’t have to do much to work Alec how he needs it, at the moment he doesn’t need anything wild, he just needs your touch and presence.

The loose grip you have around him and the lazy way you stroke him is enough to have Alec twitching and jolting, his mouth open as he gasps and whimpers, words long gone from his person as he arches his hips into your hand. How you feel about him is impossible to express in words, so you keep laying every compliment you can think of on him as you kiss and suck at his neck and shoulder.

His keens rise in volume, his voice wobbly and almost hoarse as he begs in broken words. “Go on baby. Good boy, come on, be good and give it to me” you rumble, reaching up with your free hand to give one of his nipples a rough pinch and twist. Its all Alec needs to finish, his hips jolting almost painfully into your hand as his essence spills across the sheets in thick white stripes, painting your black sheets in a different shade.

You barely are able to withdraw from his back before Alec is asleep, the exhaustion of the multiple days of nonstop work and the euphoria of his orgasm knocking him out cold. With a soft chuckle, you kiss his temple and start cleaning up, moving him around to change him out of his underwear into a new pair, and getting new sheets on the bed. As you cuddle against his back again, this time under the sheets, you smile softly to yourself as you kiss the back of his neck. “I love you so much, my sweet boy” you whisper before shutting your eyes, burying your face into his hair, and inhaling his scent, letting the familiar scent carry you off into the land of sleep.

[randomkatefangirl]

Just small domestic Malec fluff because I wanted. After City of Heavenly Fire, Alec starts to slowly move back in Magnus' loft.

I wrote it in Czech previously, but translated it. About 900 words.

   In his Brooklyn loft, Magnus was staring at a toothbrush that did not belong to him. How had that happened? When did Alec bring it here? Are they back on track now? He studied it for a moment, then a gentle smile spread across his face. It was quite a pleasant discovery. When he turned to the other side, he saw his only towel. Alec departed early this morning for the Institute, yet his belongings remained.

                Everything had happened so fast since their first date. So many things had been in the way, solving the immortality issue, and most of all, Magnus could not fully commit to Alec and confide in him about the events that had transformed him into the person he was now. But these issues were gone.

Now that Alec was acting head of the Institute, just until things calmed down a bit after the events with Sebastian, it seemed like he suddenly had more and more things to bring with him back.

                Sure, Magnus often rearranged the loft to suit his mood. Sometimes he had glittering decorations that were grand and dazzling. Other times, he had ornate Victorian furniture, all very stylish, of course, because Magnus Bane could be no different. No one ever knew what they would see once they entered his loft. But since Alec was here, he had not moved things around so much. He did not feel that boredom, that need to be constantly moving, never to freeze in a place. That fear that if he stopped, he would grow old in his thinking, and the world around him would feel grey. But not anymore, Alec was his anchor in time, and he could afford a little stability.

                It crossed his mind to check what Alec had already brought. As soon as Magnus finished a shower, he went straight to the bedroom in a soft satin bathrobe. There was a half-open drawer, so he went to it. When he looked inside, there were several worn-out sweaters, long since faded, but neatly folded and some other things. The drawer was full.

             Alec owned the entire drawer now. He might not have had many clothes, but Magnus felt like he had to move everything he had in there. At least he remembered that his room at the Institute was not very full. As if Alec had been a proper soldier, not a young man of almost nineteen. Magnus found that rather sad, and he decided he had to fix it.

                So, when Alec returned in the afternoon, he immediately came to greet him and kiss him. Alec looked like he had probably not only run up the stairs, but maybe even rushed the whole way because he was having a little trouble catching his breath.

                "Welcome home," Magnus chirped as Alec entered the door, and Alec froze a little.

                "Home...?" He watched Magnus for a moment, as if he was not sure he had heard correctly.

                "Oh sure, you have moved most of your stuff here already. Or are you trying to tell me your wardrobe is bigger than mine?"

                Alec shook his head. He looked around a little nervously, but it lit his eyes with excitement. Then Magnus leaned in a little and kissed him on the lips.

                "I'll take that kind of welcome," Alec muttered, pulling Magnus closer to prolong and deepen the kiss.

                But after a while, Magnus broke away, much to Alec's displeasure.

                "Well, that's not all! We'll have to go shopping. You're missing a lot of things, maybe you need a mug just for you, you can choose different sheets, and how about a new sweater? You know I don't mind, but you could have a few that aren't that torn."

Magnus needed to make Alec feel at home.

                Alec looked at Magnus for a moment, looking as if he was thinking hard about something, as usual. Then he just shrugged and nodded.

                And so, they were in for a wild shopping spree. Magnus knew that Alec did not like when he was magically stealing things, which was why he had once bought a coffee maker, just for him. Now he was running around the home goods store frantically, putting things in his shopping basket. A mug, a towel, plates, then he stopped at the sheets and winked at his boyfriend flirtatiously.

                "Hmmm… look at this blue one, you'd look great sprawled on this," Magnus said almost dreamily, and Alec smiled sheepishly. He was definitely not shy anymore, not when they were alone or among friends, but when they were among strangers, he was still a little uneasy.

                But then Magnus started running around again, and Alec walked towards him with firm steps.

                "Magnus! Magnus! Wait!"

                Magnus stopped and looked at Alec in confusion.

                "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

                But Alec shook his head and looked into his eyes with concern.

                "Why are you doing this? What's going on?"

                Magnus looked away, studying a spot on the ground that suddenly interested him deeply.

                "Well… I wanted you to feel at home, you know? After all, when your mother returns to her post, you won't be the head of the Institute anymore, and you can be with me almost all the time, okay?"

                Alec sighed deeply and gently took his arm.

                "But I don't need things. Things are not a home. You’re my home; I don't need anything else."

                Magnus' breath caught. He stared at him for a moment, then a smile started to spread on his face.

                "Alec, my Alec, you never cease to amaze me," he told him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I never realised that, so… shall we go home?"

                "Yes, we're going home."

[tsc-malec]

“I was thinking about my dad yesterday,” Alec offered hesitantly. “He told me I should stay in New York and pretend I was straight. That’s what he meant, anyway.”

Magnus remembered one long, cold night, in which he had to stand between a family of terrified werewolves and a group of Shadowhunters, Alec’s father and mother among them. There was so much hate and fear in the world, even among those chosen by the Angel. He looked into Alec’s face and saw the doubt and fear Alec’s father had put there.

“You don’t talk about your parents much,” said Magnus.

Alec hesitated. “I don’t want you to think badly of my dad. I know he’s done things in the past . . . that he was involved in stuff he’s not proud of.”

“I’ve done things I’m not proud of myself,” Magnus murmured, not trusting himself to say more. In truth, Magnus did not like Robert Lightwood, and never had. In any other universe, he would have thought it was impossible to start.

But in this universe, they both loved Alec. Sometimes, love worked, past any hope of change, when no other force in this world could. Without love, the miracle never came.

Magnus lifted Alec’s hand to his mouth and kissed it.

Robert couldn’t be a complete monster. He’d raised this man as his son, after all.

—The Red Scrolls of Magic

[dumbladores]

Light in the Shadows Part 6

Also on AO3 Warnings: Mature sexual content (if even) Not beta read and english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry!

“…I don’t know. I think I don’t know myself anymore, and that’s what I’m afraid of.”

“I understand. I understand very well, in fact. I know you like order and things going the way you expect them to go. But sometimes we have to be open to be surprised, even at my age, Alexander. That’s what makes life worth living. You’ve been in pain, Alexander, and so have I. It’s normal, because we have something special. And we have tried to make it work so many times. And it’s hard to accept, but it’s not a failure, it’s not your failure that it didn’t work. There are two in a relationship. We’ve had a wonderful time together and we’ve tried, many times, and now we both are allowed to move on. It doesn’t mean we’ll forget. It means that you should allow yourself to be happy again.”

Soft, I feel when I wake up. Soft and a scent of Sandalwood and burned herbs in my nose, cars and sirens, the sound of the streets at night, a light wind in the curtains, faint voices coming from outside, from a terrace. I prop myself up on one elbow, blinking, feeling the world coming to me through vision and colours, an apartment, stone bricks on the wall, a Persian carpet. When I move, I hear myself making a pained noise.

“Y/N?”

A tall dark figure comes through the curtains. Instinctively, I startle back, sinking into the orange sofa, where I lie with a thick blanket draped over me.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

It’s Alec, the handsome features of his face come into view, when he gets to his knees in front of the sofa, clasping my hands.

“What-?” I look around, the world coming now with more and more detail. Big paintings on the wall, is that Franz Marc's blue horse? Black metal shelves on the wall, industrial style. A table with liquors, another with flasks, mortars, glasses with herbs, a cauldron emitting some faint scent of forest moist. “Where are we? What happened?”

“We’ve been buried under concrete, do you remember?”

A faint memory comes creeping up, a small dark space, dust, dim light, Alec’s wrinkles when he smiles, dust, no air.

Instinctively, I feel my lungs expanding, sucking in the air, but at the same time, a pain shoots through my ribcage.

“Don’t move too much, your ribs are broken,” Alec says, touching his hand to my arm.

“Are we dead?”

Alec visibly fights a grin. “N-no, we… We’re safe here. We’re at Magnus’ apartment. He’s saved us.”

“How? We… There was no air…” The constricting feeling comes back, the feeling of the enclosed space, and I suck in another hitching breath, my eyes wandering aimlessly through the room.

“Easy, it’s alright,” Alec strokes my arm soothingly, his long fingers scraping carefully over my upper arm. My eyes lock with his, and I feel myself calming, whether it’s by looking at one point or drawn in by the intensity of his gaze. “I’ve called him, and he came. He immediately knew what to do. He removed the slabs without hurting us and then teleported here. He couldn’t heal your ribs as he was more concerned with what the lack of oxygen has done to your brain. He wanted to wait until you were awake. You’ve been out for a few hours.”

“And… is my brain very damaged now?”

Alec can’t help but smile, apparently, I’ve said something amusing.

“No, you’ll be okay.”

“So I will be normal now?”

“Mundane, yes, but just as mad as before.” Alec grins so widely his teeth show, his hazel eyes sparkling, and I again feel my heart pounding so excitedly, I have to breathe out carefully between my trembling lips. And I feel I can’t hide it too well this time. But how come Alec is so nice, so playful if I’m not dying anymore?

“That’s good, I’m glad,” I say, my eyes fixated on his mouth, his beautiful lips, can’t help myself as all of my rationality is dampened and my reflexes seem somehow more prevalent. It’s what near-death experiences do to you, probably. Then, all of a sudden, I remember. I remember what I’ve said, right before I passed out. Oh god. Oh my fucking god. I feel my cheeks heating, at the same time as my stomach goes ice-cold. Fuck. Oh no.

“Hello, dear,” a voice says, and I’m torn violently from my thoughts. I look up to see a handsome man, dark hair, blue eyeshadow, a tasteful velvet violet jacket over satin trousers and painted fingernails. He looks eerie, and somehow, I know, he’s a wizard. Or warlock, as they call them.

“I’m Magnus. How are you feeling?”

“H-hi,” I say, propping myself up, but Alec’s hand on my shoulder steadies me. “Thanks for saving my life.”

“Gladly. No, don’t get up, I’ll have a look at your ribs now, if I may. I couldn’t heal them before as you were out, but now I can.”

“O-okay, I’ll just,” I try to pull up my shirt.

“It’s okay, I’ll help you, if that’s okay. Meanwhile, Alexander, why don’t you get some towels and a bowl of hot water in the meantime?”

“Sure, of course,” Alec gets up and leaves the room. Very smooth, I think. Sending Alec out so I can have some privacy.

“Is it okay if I take off your shirt with magic?”

“I- Yeah, sure, no problem.”

With a snip of Magnus’ fingers, my shirt vanishes, leaving me just in my bra.

“Oh wow, where is it gone?”

“I’ll wash it and fix it for you. Could you lie down? I’ll have to look at those ribs.”

It takes an effort to lie down, my ribs stinging with every movement.

“Thank you,” I say again, feeling guilty about the fuzz. Alec has had to call his ex-boyfriend because of me, how embarrassing.

“It’s nothing, my dear,” Magnus says as he touches the blue of my ribs carefully, feeling them with his fingers.

“Two of them are broken, as I thought,” he murmurs to himself. “I’ll clean the wound and then make you an envelope. They should be fully healed in the morning.”

“What? So quick?”

“Magic can do many things, my dear,” Magnus says. “Alexander, the towels?”

Alec comes in and I instinctively tense, imagining him seeing me in my black bra, thinking, maybe it isn’t any different, he’s already seen me in sports clothes, and anyway, he isn’t, he can’t be, he couldn’t…

Magnus cleans my wound with water and then applies a green paste that scents of mint. Then he bandages my ribs, while Alec steadies me, his fingers warm and long on my small shoulders, beautiful, strong fingers. He says he’s informed the others of our whereabouts. They’ve been busy with Valentine’s men, hunting them down, after they’ve fled from the scene. Hadn’t noticed the building collapsed.

When Magnus has finished, he says: “I’ve prepared a bed. You should lie down here. You can return to the Institute tomorrow.”

“Okay…” Involuntarily my eyes wander to Alec’s.

“I’ll stay here too,” he says, somehow knowing what I haven’t asked. “Can you get up?” He holds out his hand. I grab it and try to get up, my legs wobbling.

“Okay, that’s not a good idea,” Alec says, and before I know it, I’m in his arms. He carries me over as if I weigh nothing into an adjacent room that is dimly lit with a huge bed covered in silk sheets. On it, there are a pajama shirt, shorts, and woolen socks. Alec helps me get in the shirt and gets out to let me get out of my jeans and into the shorts and socks, which takes a while. When he returns, he takes my hand and helps me get under the covers. They’re heavy, but not constricting, somehow not reminding me of the enclosure of the concrete but giving me a feeling of peace, safety.

“Please don’t leave me,” I say when he retrieves his hand, and I grab it with both hands, my eyes filling involuntarily with tears.

Alec sits down on the bed, his expression worried, but not appalled.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll stay,” Alec says, scanning my face as if he thinks I’m… damaged.

“I’m sorry,” I say, swallowing my tears. “Y-you don’t have to, it’s just, I think, I feel a bit traumatized at the moment, a bit shook after- But it’s not your fault, so-”

“No, no, no, it’s okay,” Alec says and his eyes flicker between mine, his gaze intense, so intense, as if conveying that he really understands, whereas I myself don’t really understand why I feel so vulnerable.

“Sorry, I’m a stupid human,” I whisper, not able to turn my eyes from him. “I’m not used to… nearly dying. Especially not by being smushed under rocks.”

“That’s alright,” Alec’s lips quiver, as if fighting a grin, not wanting to make me feel not taken seriously.

“I’m not as strong and tough as you,” I continue babbling. “I can’t take as much, I’m a little weakling, just as you said.”

Now Alec smirks brightly, which makes my heart stumble, and the wicked look in his eyes causes a prickling sensation in my lower belly. My god, that smile.

“You’re not,” he says, his voice raspy. “You’re actually very brave.”

“Yeah sure.”

“No, I mean it,” Alec’s smile drops. “It’s easy to be tough when you have strength, but it’s much harder to be brave when you’re afraid. And I’ve been afraid too, to be honest. Down there in the dark. And I wouldn’t have managed as well if you hadn’t been there.”

“Sure, whatever,” I say, averting his gaze, feeling my cheeks burning with embarrassment when the memory comes back, the memory of what I’ve said, what I’ve confessed. What I haven’t even confessed to myself before.

Alec leans forward, and before I know what’s happening, he presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Sleep now, I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”

I can’t answer, just follow him with my eyes when he closes the door, and fling myself to the side, clasping the soft blanket around me.

That’s strange. A kiss to the forehead. That’s the most platonic thing ever. I shake my head, trying to close my eyes, but I can’t. What was I thinking? He’s probably very nice because of what happened, the love confession forcing him to be nice, because I’ve shown myself vulnerable, so he shows me compassion. Just that.

So cringe. You’re so cringe. And now he’s even agreed to stay the night here, just because I’m too afraid to sleep alone. Pathetic. Just pathetic. I should tell him to sleep on the couch. It’s okay.

Ten minutes pass, and my self-loathing thoughts soon turn into a slight daze, the fatigue getting the better of me. I’m aware that the door opens and Alec gets in. I want to say something, to turn and tell him it’s okay, he can sleep on the couch, or I could, but I’m too weak, and then I’m already drifting away.

When I wake, it’s dark. I inhale loudly and sit up straight, inhaling air in quick, big breaths.

A light is turned on, and Alec is by my side, clasping my shoulders.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m here, you’re safe.”

I look around and see the room, the bed, the antique bookshelf, Alec.

“You’re safe,” Alec says, stroking my arm. Gently, he pulls me back onto the bed. Breathing heavily, I let myself be calmed, feeling Alec’s fingers on my arm drawing small circles, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. I quickly cover them with the blanket and turn away, facing the wall, trying to breathe normally.

I turn my head, seeing Alec’s head on the pillow beside me, staring up at the ceiling with brows furrowed, then turning, meeting my gaze, unfathomable. I stay silent, and he doesn’t say anything either, so we keep looking, watching. In the dim light, I can only make out his features, his prominent eyebrows, his black hair against the light pillow, his dark skin, his muscly arms under his black t-shirt. I want to avert my gaze, saying, it’s okay, let’s just move on, but I can’t. He’s just so damned beautiful.

Alec lifts his hand, and I feel his fingers touch my upper arm, barely touching the skin, but I shiver. He watches me, his lips parting, his expression weary.

“Is that alright?” he says, his voice merely a whisper.

“Y-yeah,” I say, my voice unsteady, my heart suddenly beating very strongly. He traces the skin of my arm with his long fingers. Goosebumps. I exhale and realize my breath is shaking. Suddenly self-conscious, I close my mouth and breathe through my nose.

He traces a line down to my wrist, up again, and down again over the back of my hand, drawing small circles, then grasping my fingers with his, intertwining them. I don’t dare open my eyes, my heart beating so fast my ribcage can barely contain it, my breathing shaky.

“Can you hold me?” I hear myself say, immediately regretting that I have so little control over myself.

Alec stops stroking my arm. “Come here,” he says, extending his arm so I can inch forward, and he carefully draws me closer, welcoming me by wrapping his arms around me. My heart is beating so fast I fear Alec might hear it.

“How are your ribs?” Alec whispers very close to my ear. His voice sounds strained.

I clear my throat. “Yeah, okay I think.”

Alec makes a low humming noise and lays a hand on the back of my head, touching my hair with his fingers. He must have showered before he got in here because he smells exquisite. Something flowery and leathery, and suddenly self-conscious, I ask myself if I smell of dirt and sweat or if Magnus has somehow taken care of that by magic, and if so, if it’s somehow intrusive—so maybe not.

Under my cheek, I can feel Alec’s muscles, his broad chest and arms enveloping me like a blanket. His chest hair rustles slightly under his t-shirt. It’s intoxicating, being so near him, feeling his warm body under the thin layer of his night clothing. I notice that Alec’s heart is in fact racing as well, and his breathing is heavy although he clearly tries to hide it. I try to calm my own breathing, exhaling through my mouth. Our legs aren’t touching, and I don’t know if I could manage if they did, imagining those long legs of his on mine, his hairs on my smooth skin.

He feels it too, doesn’t he? He feels for me. Is that what he wanted to say with his actions? Or am I misinterpreting? Am I taking advantage of him yet again?

I don’t dare moving, fearing that if I do, the moment will break, ruin whatever it is that’s happening right now. With my hand, I touch Alec’s back, feeling his muscles slightly shifting under my touch. Alec’s hand is on my neck now, his fingers moving in small circles, stroking away little strands of my hair, slowly caressing the sensitive skin beneath my hairline. He dips into the hem of my shirt and I shiver helplessly.

He wouldn’t continue, would he? He’d find an excuse to leave if this was too much for him, wouldn’t he? But he continues stroking me, his breath hot on my ear.

The room feels impossibly quiet, yet I can hear the rapid pulse of my heart in my ears, thumping with every slow, deliberate breath I take. Alec’s fingers continue their gentle movements against the back of my neck, each touch sending sparks down my spine. The warmth of his body is intoxicating, and I’m aware of every inch of him pressed so close to me.

My body feels on edge, alive in ways I never knew it could be, filled with a longing that screams beneath the surface, while I have no idea if he feels the same.

“Alec?”, I say, desperately grappling for control.

“Yeah?”

I can’t look at him directly. I’m too scared of seeing something in his eyes—something that would make me pull away, something that would shatter whatever fragile sense of hope I’m holding onto. 

“I’m sorry.”

Alec lifts his head, staring down at me through the darkness.

“What for?”

I swallow hard, preparing myself to do the right thing. “Because said those things, and now you think you owe me or something.”

Silence. Alecs breath hitches, just barely, but it’s enough for me to hear. His touch lingers on my skin, but it’s not just warmth I feel anymore. There’s a pressure behind it, a weight that’s lingering like the unbearable tension.

“I thought you maybe didn’t remember,” Alec finally says. Strange answer. 

“Well, I do,” I say, not understanding, feeling ashamed for even bringing it up. Childish, even.

“I don’t feel like I owe you something,” Alec says quietly.

“Okay. Because you don’t. I was dying, you know. Or I thought I was. So…”

Alec ceases his stroking and says nothing. He’s stays calm so long that I think he’s maybe fallen asleep. Then-

“So, you didn’t mean what you said?”

I exhale, shakily. I don’t even know the answer to that myself. „I wouldn’t have told you that’s all.“

Alec’s silent again. “Why?” Alec says, his voice strangely hoarse.

I’m paralyzed, torn between wanting to push him away or to draw him in closer. My lips part, but nothing comes out. I have no words, only this storm inside me, the fear of being vulnerable with him—of letting him see how much I care, how much I need him.

I feel his hand brush my hair back from my face, the tenderness in the movement almost unbearable. The room feels smaller, the space between us shrinking even though neither of us has moved. Then I feel something else—the barest press, impossibly tender, the soft touch of his lips against my neck. And just like that, the atmosphere shifts, the currents of the tide turning, flooding me in a wave of hunger and longing so strong my vision blurs with it. I go completely limp. I can't think straight, emotions coiling up in my chest, the longing unbearable. I exhale a shaky breath. The warmth of his lips pulls away almost instantly, but my heart feels like it’s about to explode in my chest. I can’t look at him, not yet ready to see if he’s regretting it, or worse, if he doesn’t feel anything at all.

“Is this okay?” Alec whispers, his voice ragged, uncertain against my ear.

I try to steady my breathing, but it’s like I’ve forgotten how. My heart won’t slow, my body can’t relax. I want to answer him, but the words won’t come. Instead, I nod once, barely perceptible, hoping he knows what it means. Hoping that this—whatever this is—doesn’t stop.

He moves then, and before I can second-guess myself, he’s leaning in again. His lips brush against my cheek, so gentle, so hesitant. So wet and warm. I’m shaking now, helplessly intoxicated with it. Why is he doing this? He can’t feel the same I feel, Izzy said. And still. He could easily shove me away or do nothing at all. 

I never wanted anything so badly as to turn my head right now so our lips can touch, but I don’t dare. Because maybe it’s all a misunderstanding. His kisses are just platonic and the way I am reacting to them is betraying his innocent, brotherly tenderness he displays after our shared near-death experience. He’s just being protective and affectionate and I… I’m in very ecstasy just lying in his arms, my heart pounding like in a race. It’s ridiculous, impossible he feels the same way.

And still I can feel his mouth on my cheek, laying barely-there kisses, and I just stop thinking—now or never, there is no point of return now, when I turn ever so slightly and finally, finally, our lips touch, as lightly as a breeze. Alec exhales sharply, going all stiff. I don’t move either, just holding the contact of our lips touching, his breath mingling with mine, hard and ragged. And then, he opens his mouth, and as he’s clasping my lips with his, he sighs, a long, deep sigh, and my head is spinning at the desperation of that raw sound that seems to reverberate inside me, kindling my nerve ends, setting them alight, and something inside me breaks free. The tension that's been knotting my insides dissolves in an instant, replaced by a rush of pure want. Every cell in my body comes alive, humming with the need to feel him, all of him. I feel his hand, gentle but firm, resting on the small of my back, pulling me closer, the weight of his touch grounding me like nothing else. And for once, for once in a long time, I stop questioning what’s happening. Because right here, in his arms, everything just feels right.

I open my mouth and he takes the invitation, sliding his tongue in, hot and wet, and I gasp into the kiss, clasping his shirt in my fist. Need pulses between my thighs, sending rushes of heat through my blood. It’s too much, too good, the feeling of his tongue sliding against mine, velvety, with slow, indulgent strokes, his deep breathing mingling with mine, being pressed against the hard lines of his body, his calves touching mine, and I am absolutely stupid with it.

Then, Alec pulls back slightly, just enough that I can feel the heat of his gaze on me. „Y/N… Your ribs… You have to rest-” I open my eyes, meeting his, and the raw intensity in them makes my heart stumble in my chest. He’s so beautiful it’s almost sickening. His lashes so long, almost feminine, a sharp contrast to his his dark, masculine eyebrows, his round eyes, his perfectly shaped lips, his strong jaw.

Alec’s hand moves, brushing my cheek softly.

Before he can finish the sentence, I lean in again, taking his lips with mine, sliding my tongue eagerly into his mouth. Alec whimpers softly and the sound shakes me to my core. He pulls me closer, clasps at my shirt if I might slip away if he lets go, and I feel the same. I never want him to let go. He tilts my head and deepens the kiss, and it’s not just tenderness I feel in it now. There’s something else—something raw, undiluted, something that makes my heart race even faster. His lips are urgent, yet restrained, as if he's holding back just enough not to let himself completely lose control.

His lips leave mine for just a moment, trailing down my jawline to my neck, the sensation of his mouth against my skin sending shivers through me. He pauses again, and I feel his lips hot against my ear, and there’s a barely audible, shaky exhale, like he’s trying to breathe through the tension in his chest.

“Y/N…” Alec whispers, his voice strained and thick with something I can't quite place—need, fear, hope? It's impossible to tell, but I don't care to figure it out right now. “I don’t know if I can stop if we continue.” I’m not sure if he means stopping the kiss, or stopping whatever it is that’s happening between us.

I nod, my breath catching in my throat, unable to form the words yet. 

Alec exhales, his forehead still resting against mine. His breath is warm, unsteady, and I can feel the way he’s holding himself back, as if he’s afraid to push too far, to break whatever fragile thing exists between us. His fingers skim over my waist, the touch barely there, but enough to keep me anchored to him.

“You need to rest,” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, like he already knows I won’t argue.

I want to. I want to tell him I don’t care, that I’d rather stay here, feeling this, than let the night fade away into something hazy and unreal. But the exhaustion is creeping in, thick and heavy, wrapping itself around me until my body starts to sink against his. I try to fight it, but my limbs feel weightless, my thoughts slipping out of reach.

Alec shifts, pulling me in, his arms circling me in a way that feels both protective and careful, like he’s afraid he’ll hurt me if he holds too tightly. His chest rises and falls beneath my cheek, and I let my eyes drift shut, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing.

“I’m here,” he whispers, and I don’t know if he means tonight or longer than that, if he’s making a promise or just stating a fact.

I feel the press of his lips against my hair, so soft it could almost be imagined. And before I can think too much about it, I let sleep take me, sinking into the warmth of him.

[lurafita]

I saw your post about liking the less liked character in a popular ship, and I was just wondering about the characters you tagged in it? Because I feel that a lot of posts and fics heavily focus on Magnus, and that Alec comes way short, even though he is arguably the better and more intersting character in the ship.

We have had very different experiences in fandom, it appears. Right now, if I go to AO3 and search for stories with the tag "Alec-centric", I get 444 results. Repeating that search with Magnus-centric, that number shrinks to 133.

So from this alone, it is clear that Alec has far more stories dedicated to him than Magnus does.

Then there are the fics that will still focus on one character more than the other, but not have that specific tag. A lot of writers for slash fics, in my experience as a long time reader of fanfiction, like to focus their story on the "bottom" character. So if I do a search for "Bottom Alec" (587 results), "Sub Alec" (334 results), or "Omega Alec" (293 results); and then compare this to "Bottom Magnus" (531 results), "Sub Magnus" (129 results), or "Omega Magnus" (187 results); once again, Alec's character has more fics dedicated to that than Magnus.

Then there are further indicators as to who the VIP of a story is, which might not be obvious. Popular tags we all like to read about. Like "character is good with children", or "character is a cinnamon roll", or "character whump" (because sometimes we like to see our blorbos suffer for the pay out of others being worried for them and taking care of them and showering them in love and affection afterwards). Other indicators are if one character is tagged with more platonic relationships than the other, meaning any "character & character" tags you might come across. Or which character is shipped with people other than the main partner. (i.e. aside from with Magnus, you will probably see Alec shipped more with more different characters - for example Jace; than you will see Magnus being shipped with someone other than Alec) Now I'm not gonna search and crossreference all the possibilities for those tags as well, but I have definitely seen more in that regard for Alec, than I have for Magnus.

So I cannot agree with your statement that Magnus has more fics that focus on him in comparison to Alec. Where who is the more interesting/better character is concerned, that is something for each individual to decide, and cannot be just generally stated as if it were a law or obligation.

I like Magnus Bane. I like him a lot. I find him interesting and deep and engaging. I think he is incredibly handsome, and kind, and smart. He is definitely my favorite character when it comes to the Shadowhunter series.

Obviously not everyone in the fandom feels that same way. (I mean, yeah, it's very obvious that not everyone in the fandom feels that same way)

And as I said in the post, I'm happy for the people who like the fandom darling (in this case Alec) best. And I wish them all a happy and enjoyable time in the fandom that so celebrates their favorite character. But simultaneously, I will pour my energy into elevating my own favorite character. Knowing that posts and fics (I may or may not write) focusing on him may not garner the same attention and interest that the ones focusing on Alec do. Knowing that there will be scant few people that will appreciate the posts or fics that might not even mention Alec at all. (that's mostly me thinking about all those crossover pairings I would like to do with Magnus, that would have him crossing over into another universe/fandom; which I know will have a very small pool of interested people.)

So, long story short, people like who they like. And sometimes that can be a point of frustration. And sometimes it helps to just shout into a void (or in this case, make a tumblr post) about it.

This got way longer than I intended. XD

I hope you have a very nice day, and remember to drink enough water. Hydration is important.

[vampire-bby]

Mortal instruments characters as lyrics

Jace Wayland: never wanted to be a soldier, wanted to be a child, fall in love with the world feel alive. it’s a miracle the crowd all screams everyone’s so proud of me. But I’m a graveyard oh I’m in deep miss the person I never got to be.

Clary Fray: it’s just anatomy your only half of me but still you don’t know me at all.

Luke Garroway: I know I can treat you bette than he can and any girl like you deserves a gentle man.

Alec Lightwood: how am I supposed to love you when I don’t love who I am, and how can I give you all of me when I’m only half a man. Cause I’m a sinking ship that’s burning so let go of my hand.

Izzy Lightwood: in case you didn’t know, baby I’m crazy about you and I’d be lying if I said that I could live without you. Even though you had my heart a long long time ago.

Magnus Bane: what’s worse being wanted but not loved or loved but not wanted. What’s worse? Hearing what you wanna hear or hearing what’s honest.

Simon Lewis: sometimes I feel like giving up but I just can’t it isn’t in my blood

Jordan Kyle: I used to be your something once the picture on your dresser how did I become your something to remember. All of my friends were wrong they said that I’d forget her but she’s the kind of song you could play forever.

Maia Roberts: she don’t see her perfect she don’t understand she’s worth it all that beauty goes deeper than the surface.

[aew-regression-cove]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ | regressor clary fray headcannons

★ tiny girl who I low-key headcannon lots of the other characters look after (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ /// also no I have no idea when that quote is but when I googled quotes for her that came up and honestly it couldn't be better!!! probably spoilers but also like I do not remember the show very well sooo 😅 this is mainly movie + random things I did remember . . . might write more once I rewatch/finish the show!!!

tagging - @sunflowerandsunshinebaby ,, @aew-kun

credits — X / X / X

“But—I’m wearing a T-shirt

that says ‘Unicorn Power’—”

🎨 . . . regresses due to stress- I definitely see her starting to regress AFTER discovering the shadow world.

⚔️ . . . she loves art especially when regressed!!! Will take any chance to do some drawing or colouring or even painting . . !

🦴 . . . everyone kinda looks after her.

🎨 . . . ^ Simon and Jace are here main caregivers. Luke enjoys getting the opportunity to look after her when she's regressed as he likes being able to be her father. I think Alec and Isabelle also regress and are like siblings to Clary. Alec is very protective big brother. Absolutely adores that Magnus calls her 'biscuit'!!!

⚔️ . . . Luke or Magnus are her go to babysitters!!!

🦴 . . . will 100% duck behind someone in an attempt to stay hidden. spoiler alert it really doesn't work lol (everyone honestly just plays along)

🎨 . . . very affectionate- the cuddliest girl in the world!!!

⚔️ . . . prone to crying :((

🦴 . . . often misses her mum. Simon or Luke are the only two who can properly comfort her if she gets really upset over Jocelyn.

🎨 . . . always worried that there are still things she can't remember. will panic at least slightly if she forgets literally anything that she deems important. (Magnus needs to reassure her in these moments that he has not tampered with her memory at all and that it's completely normal to not remember everything.)

⚔️ . . . Izzy braided her hair once and she fell in love with it. She was very excited when she realised Magnus could also braid hair. Alec definitely didn't get Magnus and Izzy to teach him how. definitely not.

🦴 . . . She feels most comfortable when regressed wearing Jace's shirts.

🎨 . . . Will ask if every 'fantasy' creature really exists after learning about the shadow world. Sometimes Alec just says yes to mess with her honestly-

Clary: "are mermaids real?"

Izzy (who is also regressed) : "I wish!"

Alec: "yes." (he says it with a smirk which results in Simon asking if he's for real - sounding honestly very hopeful and interested and Jace scolding Alec because "stop convincing our friends random creatures are real")

⚔️ . . . pokes Jace. doesn't really do it to anyone else, just for some reason Jace lmao

🦴 . . . Has definitely called Luke 'puppy' when regressed before... Magnus found it highly amusing.

ⓘ if you want to reblog, let me know and I'll decide to temporarily unlock the post or not <3

[im-out-of-it]

part 27 of season 3, episode 10 continued “erchomai”

*incoming rant about jace at the end*

185. Alec existing and saving the world

us: okay so why did you have to go make it sexual because holy fuck 🔥

186. poor Alec is already dealing with so much and now he has to deal with Simon smh PRAYERS FOR ALEC

187. and the whole time Luke is thanking Alec that Maryse won’t be participating 🙏

188. Alec is like please don’t fight mother because I can’t handle someone else I have to worry over

189. Simon is here to save the day

190. I’m not saying that Lilith shouldn’t have been blasted this way but come on, she doesn’t have powers to blast clary back?????? I’m sorry but sometimes they made the villains look so weak

191. OH MY SLAP HER AGAIN 🥰

192. Clary’s hair needs to chill. she’s making everything hella dramatic for no reason

193. oh, this be the consequences of your actions. and everything she’s done STILL doesn’t get talked about because oh no clary’s needs her ass saved again!!!!! let’s drop everything to save clace because it’s not like everyone else doesn’t have shit to worry about!!!!!

194. also also also let me bitch for a second. I finished this episode the other day and it makes me hella mad how jace almost kills Alec and his whole priority is shifted to clary after Magnus says he will take care of Alec. while I get that jace 2.0 wasn’t regular insufferable jace but dude- ya almost killed your supposed bestie. I swear the whole parabatai bond is such a fucking joke. it only means shit for when jace needs saving. if I almost killed my so called bestie, I would be trying to do everything I could to make sure they’re okay and apologize. this would’ve been the last resort to do a whole im sorry alec campaign with growth.

but instead of showing growth, jace makes everything about clary. I’m not saying don’t go help his girlfriend but at least apologize to Alec and show some bloody emotion. even after all of this, jace is still the same. all he cares about is clary. Alec on the other hand would have had to apologize over and over and pay dearly if roles were reversed. ALEC WOULD HAVE HAD TO GO ABOVE AND BEYOND TO SET THINGS RIGHT

Jace never has to show any guilt or remorse for hurting and mistreating Alec and that’s why I’m salty about that scene. yes he can go save clary but to make all his outbursts mainly about clary drives me insane. and look I don’t remember 3x11- I blocked it out of my mind but I only remember him crying and throwing fits about clary. not that he almost killed Alec or the fact Magnus doesn’t have magic so my tune could possibly change but this whole storyline irritates upsets vexes the living fuck out of me. CASE CLOSED 😐

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[alexanderlightweight]

Second ask but hi hello!! Good to see you doing stuff I hope your yard work goes well! Mayhaps some of snake!Alec or more a stolen heart? You’re most recent updates for both have sparked joy! Sfw/nsfw

it was a bit ago but the yard went well except 1) always wear a mask! even if its just 'i'll only be outside five minutes'. 2) I never remember which plants i'm allergic to until after I react lol

last part

i'm glad they sparked joy and I hope this does too!!! I hope you are doing well!

<3 lumine

a stolen heart

“I can’t tell you what I saw, it’s too confusing and disjointed. The shapes distort and the words are unclear.”

It’s been a slow two days of recovery and despite using every viable ritual and using every potion, balm, bath and tea that Magnus can think of, Alexander’s mind is still wounded. Even now, Alexander can barely piece together his memories of that day, let alone access the ritual and time he was gone.  It’s understandable that translating that into shareable information isn’t possible.

There are other avenues Magnus can take.  Paths he hasn’t yet discovered.

“I’d be okay if you tried to watch them, if you wanted. It might be easier that way.” Alexander says it so casually, as if he’s not offering Magnus an open door into his still healing mind.

“Darling, you’re hardly in the best shape for someone to be traipsing about your mind and memories.” Magnus wants to accept but to have Alexander regret it is too painful a thought.

“It’s not anyone, it’s you.” His boy says it so matter-of-factly that Magnus feels nearly slapped across the face with his blunt statement. “Also you’re not going to be traipsing around my mind like it’s the night market, Magnus. You’ve the precision of an adamas scalpel or a blade when it comes to mind magic and we both know it.”

Magnus is... quite frankly he’s both awed and delighted that someone knows him so well, trusts him so much and also acknowledges him so completely.  It’s sometimes more dangerous to let someone as skilled as Magnus into their mind than someone less skilled.

That’s not arrogance, it’s fact.

Magnus could do things, create things, steal things without anyone the wiser and Alexander knows that, it’s clear in his comparison of Magnus skills to elegance and both healing and weaponry.  

“Magnus,” Alexander murmurs and Magnus pauses to press a kiss to the side of his head. “If you put your Raziel damned stamp on my mind, it had better be unique compared to your other work. It better be more than just a signature, understand?”

Magnus pauses, shoulders stiffening to hide a guilty flinch.

“I would never—” he starts to say, more to himself than Alexander who is chuckling under Magnus’ palms.

“You would and you will. Don’t pretend otherwise.”

Magnus sighs and rolls his eyes skyward, “what’s the point of denial if you don’t even let me try!”

Magnus presses another kiss against Alexander's hair when his love does nothing but laugh softly in his embrace. 

“Fine, I’ll ensure it's something uniquely us.  Is Magnus Lightwood-Bane unique enough for you?”

However despite Magnus' attempt at further lightening the mood, his offer only causes Alexander to suddenly sulk at him and Magnus wonders what he’s missed.

“You weren’t planning on using Magnus Lightwood-Bane for your current and future signatures already? We’ve been married for months.”

Magnus suddenly feels like a mundane who snuck to the bar for a pint and accidentally left his wedding ring at home, creating a misunderstanding.

“No, that’s not what I mean—” Magnus starts because isn’t this how arguments always start on mundane television shows? Is this what his life has become, a mundane show? This is not at all how he’d envisioned any of this going and he hasn’t even seen Alexander’s memories yet.

Alexander coughs, the sniffle filled snort suddenly sounding rather suspiciously like wet laughter.

“Darling—” Magnus sighs and hopes for the best, “is this revenge for making you watch part of that drama? I know you’ve started to remember it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Bane.”

Well, if that didn’t answer his question then Magnus didn’t know what would.

“Alexander, must you torment me right before I perform delicate mental magic on you?”

Alexander laughs at him, eyes bright despite the fact that Magnus knows he’s still in pain.

“You’re less worried now at least, aren’t you?”

Magnus is less worried. 

Mostly because he’s been reminded of the fact that his husband is a little shit.

And despite how much Magnus prefers protecting his boy, he’s also been reminded of the fact that Alexander is far from fragile.  No matter how much Magnus wishes to keep him from any and every harm.

“I’ll only be a moment,” Magnus whispers and then he lets the room go dark, for both of them.

Magnus sings as he walks through Alexander’s thoughts and memories, letting his voice and emotions reverberate through the space, his feet bare and his fingers tracing invisible walls.

Nothing harms him.

Every emotion sways under his touch.  Sadness turns to joy, joy to peace, peace to lust, lust to happiness, anger to hunger, rage to calm, pain to pleasure, the cycles continue and adjust and cycle through notes and chords of emotions.

The memories are harder, not to tame but to catch. They let him watch them with ease, but only once he’s touched one.

Magnus infuses his voice with yearning and echoes it in his magic until he’s led by shadows — because of course his shadowhunter’s mind is filled with them — to a corner.  The memories there are disconnected from the rest.  Alexander cannot process them due to damage and while healing the connections is possible but time consuming, Magnus can skip that process.

The memories play for him and rage unfolds as he watches the ritual that stole his husband. Magnus sees them harvest Alexander’s blood and watches as they pour a memory-cauterizing potion into Alexander’s mouth.

It was foolish of them to risk a potion that left the memories intact when Magnus is so competent in such magicks. Yet rarely would it be thought of, let alone suggested for him to enter someone else's mind. It would be considered a last resort in most cases, not the first thing Alexander thought of when confronted with a problem.

However, thanks to their hubris and Alexander's trust, Magnus has an idea of who he’s dealing with. And once he's sure, he’ll simply ensure they don’t live to regret it.

It’s with a flourish that Magnus does sign his name onto Alexander’s mind. He does so with a gorgeous script of Magnus Lightwood-Bane that sears into the landscape of Alexander’s thoughts and emotions.

Yet that doesn’t feel enough and his darling did say to make it unique.

With just a little more effort, Magnus stamps the rune of his demonic name and soul onto Alexander’s mind.  

When he opens his eyes, the room is still dark but for a few soft floating lights that his magic has lit. 

“Malphas,” Alexander mouths against his lips, a wordless whisper of contentment, hands stroke over his back and Magnus sighs in delight that his love is safe in his arms. "I think that's fairly unique."

Magnus laughs, his own constant worry fading just a little at the knowledge that he finally has a lead and well, how can he not be happy? Alexander is in his arms and he's been in his boy's mind, freely offered and with emotions that flourished and bloomed from his presence. The stamp of who Magnu is at his very core is on Alexander and his husband has nothing to offer him but joy and acceptance.

Despite how exhausted and tightly wound he still feels, Magnus also feels relaxed in a way he'd almost forgotten how to enjoy. The paranoia of Alexander's unknown enemy has faded now that Magnus has both faces and a few names. It's safe now to breathe and remember what home feels like.

[dreaming-marchling]

hi marchling!! have u ever though about writing something like across the lonely decades but with alec traveling to the infernal devices era? i was thinking your writing would be perfect for such a story ahah but also i seem to remember you haven’t read the books so idk if you’d like the idea? the scene in across the lonely decades where magnus changes alec’s looks and sees will for a moment got me creative ahah

Hi!

You are correct, I haven't read the books. Only the first one of Clary's series and to be honest, I didn't really like it lol. I don't foresee myself ever continuing with the books so alas no Infernal Devices for me. I don't know what Will looks like so if Magnus matched Alec up to him in that scene it was an accident on my part haha

While sometimes I toy with a self-indulgent continuation/alternate ending of AtLD I'm pretty sure my time travel itch has been scratched as well.

I'm really glad you like the story to want another version of it though!

Thank you for asking :)

[tsc-malec]

She fiddled with her cup for a moment, not looking at Alec, then added, “I saw you and your Downworlder. You know. In the Accords Hall.”

There was silence, awkwardness hanging like the haze in the air. Alec remembered kissing Magnus, under the eyes of the Angel and everyone he loved, and also hundreds of complete strangers. His hands had been shaking. He’d been so scared to do it, but more scared that he would lose Magnus, that one of them might die without Magnus ever knowing how Alec felt about him.

He couldn’t read Aline’s face. He’d always gotten along with Aline, who was quieter than Isabelle and Jace. He’d always felt they understood each other. Perhaps Aline could not understand him now.

“That must have been terrifying,” she said at last.

“It was,” Alec said reluctantly.

“Now that you’ve done it, are you happy?” Aline asked tentatively.

Alec did not know if she was simply curious, or if, like his dad, she thought that Alec’s life would be better if he kept hiding.

“It’s hard sometimes,” said Alec. “But I’m very happy.”

A tiny, uncertain smile flickered across Aline’s face.

—The Red Scrolls of Magic

[tetsunabouquet]

Jonathan Christopher Fray, how he would have been like (Headcanon)

A/N: Alright, remember when I said that whilst I'll mainly do KNB content, I want to branch out to other fandoms on occasion? This is one of those!

Now for the Shadowhunter fandom; my headcanons are usually me picking any topic I have a headcanon about for a character, whether its a subtle element I feel like others are missing, a character analysis kind of thingy, where I can see them in the future that sort of thing.

So hereby, I'll dedicate myself to Jonathan Christopher Fray, the boy Sebastian should have been. Here are my headcanon's for a version of him where he never was experimented on by Valentine and grew up with Clary in New York.

-He's actually the total opposite of his father. Whilst confident, he's a total sweetheart and a caring brother. I mean, we have seen Sebastian from Thule, and how all of his humanity has burned away in that world. Yet even then, he's more generous of a father and spoils his kid way more then he's ever been. If he can do things better then Valentine when he's pretty much a demon now- just think of how good of a soul Jonathan actually must have been. For it to have hold out against Lilith's demon's blood for at least 17 years also makes me think he has a very strong will. -He's the perfect older brother, Clary is very lucky. -Jonathan and Simon actually also get along pretty well. I have a suspision he'd actually could be convinced to game with Simon considering he did allow Ash to game. -In regards to the topic of gaming, by the time Jace would come around, the three of them would have annual gaming sessions. They even have their own mancave for doing so. -Alec and Magnus, tease them for it on occasion. -On occasion, Luke supplies them with beer as they decided to use Jonathan's old room as the mancave (he moved into the Institute). -Considering Jonathan grew up happily alongside Clary in this perfect world, he's actually fond of Luke. He considers Luke the father figure and role model he needed, and is glad he was raised by Luke instead of Valentine every day. -Actually also would have picked up some form of artistic pursuit.  With Jocelyn being a painter and Valentine having had carving skills, it's very much possible Clary isn't the only talented one. I have a feeling he would have been into ceramics, considering the way it can feature both sculpting and painting. -I literally have this scenario for a one shot in my head about him and the reader having a cute pottery date, with him trying to teach the reader, since being introduced to the concept of him in City of Heavenly Fire. -Considering his resemblance to Valentine, Jace pretty much was onto them being related right away, yet it did not stop him from falling in love with Clary anyway. He went into the tormented anguish of thinking he's in love with his sister right away. -After finding out the truth, Jonathan did not object fo Clary and Jace even though he found it a bit weird at first as Jace was still their adopted brother. -I imagine he's actually not too keen on fighting. Now, don't get me wrong he's still fighting alongside everyone when necessary but I can imagine he'd actually feel some responsibility being Valentine's son, and trying to work for Downworlders's rights politically rather then being active on patrols all the time.  -Valentine totally would have loathed everything he'd stand for. -Considering his pranking of Valentine, Jonathan totally has a mischievous, prankster streak. Especially when he was a young boy, he was a force to be reckoned with. -And he'd target any kid bullying Clary. -Which often got him into trouble. Jocelyn had to be called by the headmaster more then once. -But because he was a sweet, adorable boy they'd often just end up giving him a slap on the wrist. He definitely has that in common with Valentine, but sometimes Jonathan just creates too big of a mess to ignore. -Like, any April Fools. -Clary very much tries everything in her power to stay away from him during April Fools. He definitely got her good more then once when they were kids. -His creativity only makes it worse. -Jonathan was the one to carry the rings on Jocelyn and Luke's wedding. -And unlike Sebastian who's fashion sense is influenced by Valentine, these sort of occasions are the only time you'll spot Jonathen wearing a suit. Considering he's an artist, and probably wants comfort on the days were he isn't fighting, he dresses very casually.

[ladyhindsight]

found your blog again and i don't know if you've already talked about this, but can we acknowledge how creepy and disturbing is cc's writing towards her teenage characters sometimes? i have been rereading the first trilogy (now i'm on cofa) and the writing of isabelle's character was .. not something i could be found of. she's only 15, deemed “too young to fight” and yet cc writes her like a young girl in her 20s. isabelle surely behaves like one (i have to note: almost every girl in tmi behaves like an adult, every one of them is experienced except for clary, who the narrative set up as this “pure” girl). and it's not only her! even will and then jace in the second trilogy get the same treatment. i'm still weirded out by the chapter where tessa is describing will's muscles as he's laying down in the infirmary. boy's fighting for his life (it's the chapter right after nate's death i believe) and she's all like: aww he's so beautiful while the silent brother is plucking all the metal out of his skin. uhm. girl what. i can't even say it's tessa's pov fault (let's be real: girl was lusting on will's looks and eyes every damn chapter) because this happens, i have noticed, in almost every book with various characters. i don't know if this is cc's fault but the way she describes their appearances .. it's like they're just bodies and looks and nothing else? their personality always comes second. it's all about them having sex (her weird statement about julian, “a boy that can make his little brothers pancakes and then fuck you against a wall”) and how hot they are. lolll can you remember thl, all that talk about cordelia's breasts? these are teenagers ma'm!!!

Welcome back! Happy to have you here.

It is Clare’s fault though, isn’t it? At the end of the day, editors or not, she is the writer of the series and continues to cultivate similar content in each book without fail. I’ve talked about it here and there, also did an extensive post about Cordelia as well. The post, among couple other things, discusses the same topic since the writing around Cordelia was incredibly gross and objectifying, also to note while portraying the constant lusting after her as female empowerment. There were men enticed by her, a teenage girl, in Helle Ruelle.

Not to mention those the most inappropriate comments Clare has made about Julian (seems like several also?), the ridiculous rewriting of history after slut-shaming The Shadowhunters version of Isabelle and her clothing in the TV show, the constant treatment of Jace as a godly object rather than a person first, the escaping notion how awful the relationship and subsequent issues with Alec and Magnus are—actually the whole entire thing that these are, in fact, teenage characters, and it seems like Clare herself constantly forgets this very fact.

One of the constants in Clare’s writing is the focus being on physical attributes on the best and the worst of times. It’s almost without exception sexual in nature, or at least some way appraising the appeal of a character through physical traits. It’s especially egregious in scenes where the focus should be the well-being of someone or just an action itself rather than what it ends up being. Even in scenes where the appearances aren’t centralized, Clare manages to concentrate on ridiculous details than what is realistic or would make actual sense (Isabelle focusing on Alec’s bow and dropping lore when they are in the middle of fighting demons, Clary focusing on the ornamentation of a knife instead of the fact that it’s being used on someone).

Clare describes appearances and conducts scenes through eyes because that’s the thing she knows. Whenever she attempts at narrating the characters on deeper level, it comes off as disingenuous because what she writes there does not match the previous actions and thus the characterization, which is also another problem entirely. Whenever she utilizes other senses, she results in filtering and telling. Writing should have a balance between showing and telling, but Clare always rather just tells. What else can you do with such creative bankruptcy when all you really want to do is write characters just dating and having varying desgrees of intimacy, just with a fantasy backdrop?

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

Can you please please write something about about alec's feat of umbrellas 🤎

“The food was great. But the couple next to us ruined the entire night with their fighting,” Alec groans.

Magnus chuckles remembering the bickering couple. It wasn’t the cute kind of bickering. It was the annoying kind of bickering.

“They were something,” Magnus replies. He wraps his arm around Alec’s waist and places a kiss on his shoulder. “I’m sorry they ruined dinner, love.”

“You don’t have to apologise for them. It was quite entertaining,” Alec chuckles before pulling in Magnus for a sweet kiss. “And no one can ever ruin my night when I’m with you.”

Magnus rolls his eyes. “Idiot.”

Alec chuckles and they walk through Central Park. They can portal anytime, anywhere but it seems like a nice night for a walk.

They’re walking towards the loft, talking and kissing and giggling. Magnus twirls Alec around and the shadowhunter giggles.

Alec sometimes can’t believe how magical his life has become.

There’s a thunder and before they know it, it starts pouring.

“What has happened to New York? It doesn’t rain this time of the year?“ Magnus yells before he snaps his finger and an umbrella appears.

He pulls Alec closer by his bicep. “Come here. You’re getting all wet.”

Alec’s eyes widen as he sees the umbrella appear out of nowhere.

Fuck.

How does one tell their partner or anyone for that matter that they are scared of umbrellas?

No one in the world fears umbrella—no one except Alec, that is.

“Alexander?” Magnus calls for him again when Alec doesn’t move. His boyfriend pushes the button and covers his head from the rain with the object.

Evil object, Alec thinks.

And okay fine, he’s got no logic for that but it’s evil. He can feel it.

“What?” Magnus asks.

Alec can only do two things here. Tell Magnus about his fear of umbrellas or lie. So, he chooses to lie.

Easy.

“What are you doing?” Alec asks the warlock.

Magnus raises an eyebrow, “trying not to get wet, Alexander. What do you think?”

Alec gives him a sheepish smile as he replies, “It’s a beautiful night.”

“Not anymore.”

“It is.”

Magnus throws his hand in the air, “Okay, it is. And?”

“Come dance in the rain with me?”

“Darling, no. This outfit cost me a lot. I’m not letting it get ruined,” Magnus explains.

It’s hard to convince Magnus to do anything when it’s about fashion. There’s only a thing or two in the world that can convince Magnus.

One of those things, Alec can always use.

His eyes crinkle at the corner and a bashful smile appears on his face. He lets out a hand in Magnus’s direction. “Please, baby. Come dance with me?”

“I’m very comfortable under the umbrella?” Magnus pouts and Alec chuckles because he can see Magnus’s resolve slipping. He knows he’s halfway there.

“It’s been a while since we’ve got the night to ourselves. Things have been busy lately,” Alec whispers, close to Magnus’s mouth this time.

Magnus groans loudly, “You are an evil man, Alexander.”

Alec chuckles as Magnus throws the umbrella away and tugs Alec closer by the lapels of his jacket, kissing the breath out of him.

The rain pours over the two of them and Alec’s been halfway drenched already but Magnus gets all wet now too. His maroon shirt sticks tight to his body now, his skin visible now and Alec feels his heart beat rapidly. He drags his hand in Magnus’s hair and he kisses his boyfriend with a fervour.

When they pull back, Magnus looks so happy with that smile on his face. He creates a bit of a distance between them and lets out a hand.

“I was promised a dance, shadowhunter.”

Alec grins as he takes Magnus’s hand in his and twirls him around.

[i-have-not-slept]

sometimes i remember the fact that shinyun saw magnus naked before alec did