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I really hope she will not kill Magnus or Alec... They must bee a happy ending!

Happy Birthday, Bane! To celebrate, a snippet from Red Scrolls of Magic!

A group of drunken faeries stumbled past. The celebration was noticeably ratcheting up in decibels and wildness. Catarina waited until they were alone again to continue. “You’re in this mess and you still have a Shadowhunter with you?” she demanded. “Magnus, I knew you were seeing him, but this is a long way past having fun. It’s his duty to tell the Clave about you founding this cult. They’ll hear the rumor you’re lead-ing it eventually, whether your Lightwood tells them or not. The Nephilim won’t look any further for a culprit. The Nephilim do not admit weakness. There is no room in their hearts for pity or mercy. I have seen the children of the Angel murder their own for breaking their precious Law. Magnus, we’re talking about your life.”

“Catarina,” said Magnus, “I love him.”

She stared at him. Her eyes were the color of the ocean, swept by storms and with treasure sunk below the waves. She had worn a plague mask during real plagues. She had seen so many tragedies, and they both knew the worst tragedies were born of love.

“Are you sure?” she said quietly. “You always hope for the best, but this time hope is too dangerous. This one could hurt you worse than the others. This one could get you killed.”

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Relax... #PânăCândNeVomRevedea #UntilWeMeetAgain #ReneeCollins

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Bine te-am găsit, #BIAS2018 (la Aurel Vlaicu International Airport)

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Când ma joc de-a fotografa 😊

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#MaLec ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Malec Week snippet!

From…..LOST BOOK OF THE WHITE. Really. We’re jumping ahead for fun. Our boys steal some time alone with the baby in the next room….

Now Magnus watched Alec walk toward their bed, safe and home and well-beloved, and he felt the last of the tension slip from his body. He could sleep again, he thought. It had been a while since they slept in their bed together, at the same time. Too long. He rolled his shoulders, sighing, and Alec’s eyes followed the movement.

“I’m not tired,” claimed Alec, clearly lying. “Are you tired? Or would you want to—stay awake?”

Oh. It had been a while for a few things.

Too long.

Magnus leaned in across the bed and lied, his voice soft and delighted: “I’m not tired.”

Alec was already leaning in to him, his lean warrior’s body stretched out on the bed and curving toward Magnus. They met halfway, the kiss moonlight soft at first. Magnus was smiling. Alec’s warm mouth curved, after a moment, into an answering smile. Moonlight changed to starlight, a feeling like points of brightness coming to shining life all through Magnus’s body.

Magnus separated reluctantly from Alec to help Alec slide off his worn T-shirt. Magnus dropped the T-shirt by the side of the bed, and began to draw his own rings from his fingers.

“Hey,” Alec murmured, eyes shining in the low light, voice husky. “Leave them on.”

It had been much too long.

“All right,” Magnus whispered back. “Anything you want.”

“Anything?” said Alec.

Magnus reached out and stroked the angelic rune traced against of Alec’s throat, and felt Alec swallow under the light pressure of Magnus’s fingers and the metal of his rings. Then Magnus clasped the nape of Alec’s neck and drew him in for another kiss. His free hand glided up the arch of Alec’s back, rings stuttering along his spine. His palm slid up to his shoulderblades, mapping the well-known and always wonderful stretch of soft skin and scars.

Alec broke the kiss with a gasp, and leaned his head down on Magnus’s shoulder, tucking his face into Magnus’s neck for a moment. He slid the robe off Magnus’s shoulders, and as the silk slid away he kissed the bared brown skin. The press of his mouth was tender as well as passionate, every move of Alec’s always so utterly sincere.

“Anything,” said Magnus, and meant it with all his heart. “What do you want?”

“Everything,” Alec mumbled. “You.”

“ ‘Everything’ and ‘me’ are not the same thing,” Magnus murmured.

“They are to me,” said Alec.

He kissed him again, kissed away the startled look Magnus knew he was wearing, still caught off guard by Alec Lightwood, still wondering if this could possibly be for him. This kiss went as deep as the first one tonight had been soft, and as they kissed Alec tumbled back on the silk pillows and pulled Magnus down against him.

Magnus nuzzled the rune on the side of Alec’s neck, then kissed the hollow at the base of his throat, and felt the shiver run through Alec’s body beneath him.

Then a scream broke the air.

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#SaveShadowhunters we want more #MaLec 😍😍😍😍😍

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#SaveShadowhunters we need more #MaLec 😍😍😍😍😍

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Când 🌧️ și te bucuri ca deja staționai sa savurezi un #Frapuccino 😊😋 (la Starbucks Romania)

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Când 🌧️ și te bucuri ca deja staționai sa savurezi un #Frapuccino 😊😋 (la Starbucks Romania)

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#MaLec #SaveShadowhunters ❤️❤️❤️🔮🔮🔮➰➰➰🏹🏹🏹😻😻😻

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New month, another fresh start, summer, sun, sea... 🍹🌞🌅🌊🏊 #June

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Work day almost done... ☕🚬 #CloudyDay #SelfieDay #NoFilter 🌥️🐈🤳

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#MaLec ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Red Scrolls of Magic snippet

In which Alec worries … a snippet for Pride Month! XOXO

“What was that noise?” Alec asked, mildly alarmed.

“Oh, it’s just Jace,” Isabelle said dismissively. “Hands off, Jace! He called me.”

“No, the sound like a thousand trashcan lids falling out of the sky.”

“Oh, Jace was swinging a big axe on a chain when you called,” Isabelle said. “Jace! Your axe is stuck in the wall. Don’t worry about unimportant things, Alec. Update me on the important stuff. How is Magnus, and I don’t mean his wellbeing?“

Alec coughed.

“I mean, how are his skills, and I’m not talking about the magical ones,” Isabelle clarified.

“I understand what you mean!” said Alec.

Alec did not exactly have an answer for Isabelle on that particular topic. When he and Magnus had been dating in New York, there had been several times when Alec really wanted to take things farther, but he wasn’t sure of how he felt. He was scared by the immensity of how much he felt. They had only ever made out. Magnus had never pushed. Then the war came, and after the war Magnus asked him on vacation to Europe, and Alec said yes. Alec had presumed they both understood that meant Alec was ready to go anywhere and do anything with Magnus. He was nervous, but he wanted to try all of it: having a future together, going as far as they could go, in every sense of the word.

Only Magnus had not made a move. Magnus was always so careful with Alec. In this case, Alec wished he was being less careful, because Alec was not very good at conversations, especially awkward conversations about feelings—which were all conversations about feelings—and he could not work out how to ask.

Surely Magnus wanted to. Didn’t he?

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Something new ! ☕ #AtWork (la Caffè Ritazza Romania)

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Just another #Starbucks Tuesday before work! 😀 (la Starbucks Romania)

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#MaLec ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Red Scrolls of Magic snippet

Pride month snippet: Malec in Eldest Curses. 

A slow sweet song with a shivery beat began. Alec would not have thought the dance floor could become more crowded, but it happened. Dozens of masked Downworlders in formal wear who had previously been standing near the walls converged on the floor. Alec found himself standing awkwardly alone in the center of the room as couples twirled around him in unison. Crowns of thorns and towering multi-colored feathers blocked his vision. He looked around in alarm for an escape route.

           Instead he saw Magnus. Magnus all in silver and black, like the night sky. “May I have this dance, sir?”

           “I was coming to find you,” said Alec, a little breathless.

           “I saw you coming.” Magnus’s gorgeous lips curved beneath his shining mask. “We found each other.”

           He moved in close to Alec, one hand settling on his lower back, lacing their fingers together with the other, and kissed him. The glancing touch of his mouth was like a ray of light on water, illuminating and transforming. Alec moved instinctively closer, longing to be illuminated and transformed again, then remembered they had a mission. He should remain on task.

           “I met a Shadowhunter here called Helen Blackthorn,” he murmured against Magnus’s mouth. “She said—”

           Magnus kissed him again.

           “Something fascinating, I’m sure,” he said. “You haven’t answered my question.”

           “What question?”

           “May I have this dance?”

           “Of course,” said Alec. “I mean—I would love this dance. It’s only that I know we should work this out.”

           Magnus drew in a breath and nodded.

           “We will. Tell me.”

           He had been smiling before, but the smile had faded. Instead there was a certain burdened set to Magnus’s shoulders. Magnus felt guilty, Alec realized for the first time, with shattering dismay. Magnus felt as if he was spoiling Alec’s vacation when the truth was that there would be no holiday without Magnus, no shine of magic and no shocks of joy, no lights and no music.

           Alec reached up and touched the bright silvery mask Magnus wore. He could see his own face reflected in the mask as if it were a mirror, eyes wide and blue against the glittering carnival of the Venetian ballroom. He almost did not recognize himself, he looked so happy.

Then he pushed the mask up and he could see Magnus’s face. That was better.

           “Let’s dance first,” he said.