#Magnus bane fic

[arosesstorm]

fate -Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood 

words count: >1k    

gender neutral reader! x Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood

warning: I stan Malec to death but you know, it seemed more angst this way :)

summary: Alec Lightwood was your best friend, Magnus Bane was your lover, but if asked, who would have you chosen?

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

It didn’t happen in a night, or maybe it did. 

Being the closest thing Clary had of a sister was a thing, but being dragged in a world of monsters was another. 

You were the fist person Clary searched for when she found out about the hidden world, when her mother disappeared and with everyone’s shock they found out you had the sight too. 

It happened so suddenly; you were trying to call Clary again, in vain, your friend had disappeared into nothingness two days prior and you were starting to get anxious. 

As you heard the tone of the voicemail yet again, a mixture of anxiety and fear as you huffed: "just please let me know you’re fine". 

When someone collided with you, their eyes surprised as you looked at him pissed, the fear you were feeling suddenly becoming anger directed at him. 

His lips moving as he breathed "you can see me". 

Little did you know, you met Alec, someone who had so much in common with you it almost was scary. 

It was crazy really, but Alec could swore that the moment his eyes found yours in that busy street of New York, his heart stopped. 

He never saw someone as beautiful as you and he could only remain mesmerized by the way your eyes were strongly disapproving him. 

Funny, but your bravery was the first thing that stroke an impression to him. 

When you entered the institute, training alongside Clary, Alec could do nothing but keep on falling for you. 

Every time a peculiar thing of you emerged, he learned to adore it. 

But it wasn’t that easy, no, it was a nightmare, and only one was the culprit. 

The night you followed Clary in a mission to get her memories back, you met him.

Magnus Bane was the greatest warlock of Brooklyn and you couldn’t help but wonder if you were born to meet him. 

Magnus’ eyes shined the second you entered the room and his humor did not fail to catch you. 

Alec was burning with jealousy when you hold the warlock’s hand after your first mission together, seeking comfort and his eyes fell when he saw you rush to the man laying injured on the floor. 

You liked the warlock, it was obvious, yet Alexander couldn’t help but think that the two of you would have made just the perfect match. 

And he knew that when the two of you talked on the institute’s terrace till dawn you had to feel something. 

Your skin was warm and he knew he was causing it. 

But it didn’t seem to matter much since every time Magnus was around you had the tendency to walk on the clouds. 

It wasn’t until he saw you two training in the gym of the institute that he knew. 

Not only you broke the rules letting him in, but the two of you were fighting in a way Alec found ridiculous. 

His hands catching you by the waist when you made a sudden move, your legs moving swiftly to get to his back only to prove the point you were faster than him. 

His smile as he made a sarcastic comment about your naivety, grabbing you by the arm and carrying you on his shoulders as you laughed. 

When your feet met the ground again, Alec witnessed, heartbroken, as your eyes met while both of you took a step closer, lips touching, body wrapping. 

The rage that burned through-out his body was enough to give him the strength to confess, just as you were excitedly making your way to him, eyes shining as you were to announce your kiss with the warlock. 

Alec’s eyes looked determined as he approached, his stance stable as he reached you, hands clapping your cheeks as he kissed you briefly. 

You were too shocked to move as Alec parted from you a bit, his eyes gazing into yours "I love you" he said "I loved you since the first time I saw you".

He took a breath, and he was gone, leaving you with nothing but confusion as you turned to your left: Magnus was standing there, his eyes compassionate as he turned around too and left. 

He had told you, and you didn’t want to believe him, but you were forced to chose.

Mia

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[ignisaurumprobat9]

SOMEONE PLEASE MAKE IT MALEC

[malecarchive]

[lurafita]

The group, except Malec, time travels

Hmmm…. You know, we usually have time travel plots where either Magnus or Alec (or both) travel back in time to right a wrong. What if it was the others? Clary, Simon, Izzy and Jace traveled back, because Magnus and Alec sacrificed themselves to stop the apocalypse, and the four do not accept losing their friends like that. past Alec isn't too confused when Izzy tackle hugs him. It's Izzy. He is a little more confused when Jace almost cries while hugging him. He is very confused and not at all amused when the new shadowhunter/security risk hugs him. And pretty pissed when her mundane friend tries to hug him.

At least he isn't the only one out of his depths, as the high warlock of Brooklyn, who his siblings and the two nuisances dragged him to, seems even more flabbergasted about being hugged by a bunch of tearful strangers, most of which are nephilim. (Not that Alec blames the gorgeous guy.) And when his siblings and the tagalongs then start to regale the two of them with a grand tale about the end of the world and time travel, really… Neither Alec nor Magnus know how to react to that

[stormkpr]

Dropping in 3 days...."I'll Have What You're Having" Malec, Wesper, 5,000 words, rated Explicit

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

My second idea is Chairman getting his dads back together because Magnus basically goes insane hearing him whining all day and night after Alec move out 😬

HIIIIIIII

Sorry I'm so late <3 Also this is slightly different from what you requested but I'm sure you'll love it 🥰

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Chairman Meow was sad.

It didn’t matter, though. No matter how pitifully he meowed at the shiny hooman, he refused to move from his place on the couch. He just snapped his fingers and food appeared in the bowl. There were no pets. No praises - not even when Chairman managed to hunt down a rat! No more of those nights where the hooman placed him in his lap and groomed him with an exquisite brush.

There was another hooman, up until a few days ago. He wasn’t shiny like Chairman’s first hooman, but he was very fluffy and his coat was always soft when Chairman went to lie on him.

The fluffy hooman always brought him tasty food and novel toys. He’d always pet Chairman, even cuddle with him every night until shiny hooman arrived and threw him out. Fluffy hooman also played with Chairman a lot. They’d had fun for hours as they hunted strange bright pink and orange mice with skin so thick not even Chairman’s teeth could pierce them, and chased strange red flies that glowed and hovered on the walls which Chairman could never manage to catch.

Chairman missed the fluffy hooman.

He didn’t know where the fluffy hooman went. Sometimes he could hear his voice, and when he followed it, he always found the shiny hooman crying like a baby kitten on the couch.

Right now, the shiny hooman was lying on the couch as always, eyes dull and staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t even looking shiny anymore. Chairman had meowed at him five times earlier, but other than snapping his fingers and summoning food the first time, the hooman didn’t respond.

Whiskers furrowed, Chairman headed into the big room where shiny hooman and fluffy hooman spent all their nights. He headed into a second doorway, where a lot of coats hung in the air, some lying in a pile on the ground.

Hoomans, curiously, were capable of shedding their coats very efficiently - sometimes even putting those same coats back on! Right now, Chairman was digging in a pile of coats, looking for a particular one.

He found what he was looking for - a wounded, worn out greyish coat with the distinctive scent of the fluffy hooman. Chairman pulled it free of the other coats and sniffed at it carefully, memorizing the scent.

He had to take matters into his own paws now. He was going to find the fluffy hooman.

It was simple enough sneaking out.

One of the strange hoomans that often visited had come to the house, and shiny hooman was arguing with them at the door. Neither of them noticed as Chairman slinked between their feet and bolted down the stairs.

He could detect the fluffy hooman’s scent. It was very faint, but it was there. A ray of hope shot through Chairman’s heart. He would find the fluffy hooman, and bring him back home, and he’d get cuddled everyday and the shiny hooman wouldn’t be sad anymore.

Chairman burst through the front door, fur immediately bristling at the onslaught of - well, everything. Chairman loved the sunshine, but there was too much of it out here. There were too many sounds, and too many smells, and so so many hoomans!

Chairman Meow sniffed frantically, panicking when he realised he couldn’t smell the fluffy hooman anymore. No!

He couldn’t go back up now, if only he could catch a single whiff, he could find the hooman and-

Chairman yelped as long claws dug into his fur, pulling him off the ground. He thrashed, demanding to be put down, but paused when he heard a familiar voice.

“Chairman!” It was the shiny hooman. “What are you doing?! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

Chairman wriggled piteously, trying to escape the grip of the shiny hooman, but it didn't work. He turned back into the building, taking Chairman with him.

“I just talked with Avery for what, a minute? And you ran out! How could you?! What would I do without you, huh? It's bad enough that I lost Al-”

The shiny hooman stopped talking, walking up the stairs back to their home. Chairman had given up fighting now, and simply hung limply from his hooman's hand.

His plan had failed. He could never find the fluffy hooman now.

Chairman was starting to feel like the shiny hooman. He wanted to lie down somewhere and never move again, too.

The front door opened and as soon as the hooman stepped inside, Chairman wiggled vigorously, freeing himself of the hooman’s grasp. He landed on his paws and dashed further into the house.

“Hey! Chairman!”

Chairman didn’t stop till he reached the pile of coats from earlier, and dove headfirst into them. So be it. He wouldn’t move anymore, either. He’d spend the rest of his life here wishing for the fluffy hooman to return.

Footsteps sounded from outside.

“Lilith, what’s gotten into you today- Oh.”

Chairman’s ears perked up as the shiny hooman stepped inside slowly, kneeling next to the pile of coats. A knuckle brushed against the top of his head, drawing out a purr despite himself.

“Oh, you silly thing. You miss him too, don’t you?”

Chairman meowed in the affirmative. The hooman’s finger slipped under his chin, scratching him there.

The hooman sighed. “I’m so sorry, Chairman. He isn’t coming back.”

The scratching stopped. Chairman looked up, and found his hooman looking off to the side, tears pooling up in his eyes. A single drop slipped free, rolling down his cheek.

Oh.

Mewing gently, the Chairman pulled himself free from the pile of coats and climbed up his hooman’s arm, perching himself on his shoulder just as the first sob wrenched itself free and the tears began to flow.

Days passed.

The shiny hooman was beginning to move around again. Chairman began to busy himself too. There were rats to catch all around the house. Patches of sunlight that beckoned for him to take a nap. And he’d discovered that if he climbed on the shiny hooman’s desk while he was sitting there, he’d stop whatever he was doing and pay him attention.

Presently, Chairman was on the balcony, relieving his aching nails on the plank of wood the shiny hooman had set out for this very purpose. The front door opened, bringing with it the familiar meows of the shiny hooman and-

Oh.

There was a familiar scent in the door.

Chairman slinked back into the house through the open door of the balcony, and there he was, standing and smiling next to the shiny hooman, wearing one of his fluffy black coats.

His instincts getting the better of him, Chairman mrowled and dashed to him, leaping at his hind legs. The hooman gasped, but then his forelimbs were wrapping around the Chairman, pulling him close to his chest. The shiny hooman was laughing, and he finally seemed to be back to his shiniest self.

“Hey there, Chairman.” the fluffy hooman’s unusual blue eyes were sparkling. “Did you miss me?”

Chairman purred and buried himself further into the hooman’s coat, content.

[thiawen]

@alexanderlightweight You’ve been so prolific lately and with such great content that you’ve inspired me. Consider this a gift.

The Blessings of a Curse

“No. Absolutely not.”

Alec’s voice was hard and unyielding, a tone that made the rest of his hunters stand at attention.

“But you’ll die!” Isabelle cried out in dismay.

“There are worse things.” He told her with a cold certainty.

“Damnit, Alec!” Jace growled. “You have to! It’s fuck or die! Clary is offering!”

And that fact probably upset Jace the most. Alec was too disciplined to roll his eyes, but he certainly wanted to. Alec didn’t think for a second Clary was offering out of the goodness of her heart, even if she did find him attractive. Maybe she was mostly offering for Jace’s sake. Maybe she knew that if she didn’t offer, no other Nephilim would work with her ever again. Alec was positive that it was mostly so she could hold it over his head, even if she didn’t consciously realize it.

Nevermind that she owed him ten times over. He knew she didn’t see it that way. There were no debts between Shadowhunters, not in the field, and Clary seemed to think she was one just because she was a Nephilim. As if that alone was enough.

No. Clary would use it as a debt owed. She would wield it like a weapon against him, he knew. Anytime she wanted something from him, or to escape the consequences of her actions, or for him to give in to her reckless and/or selfish desires. She would bring up what she had done, like it was some great sacrifice on her part instead of his. Something she alone had suffered on his behalf and conveniently forgetting that he was only in this mess because of her. Alec would never hear the end of it.

“I would rather die.” He vowed.

“Please, Alec.” She pleaded, as if she weren’t offering a deal with the devil. “I want to help. I promise I’m okay with this.”

“Well I’m not okay with it.” He told her. “I’ve made my decision and I’m ready to meet my maker.”

“You really think Raziel would approve of you dying for this?” Jace asked him. “When you have a solution right in front of you?”

Alec can’t even describe how much he would rather fall on his own sword. “I’m positive Raziel will think I’ve died with honor.”

“Damn straight.” He barely hears murmured from somewhere in the Ops Center, the other Shadowhunters nodding in agreement.

Alec makes a mental note to give them all raises before he shuffles off his mortal coil.

“Alec.” Isabelle begged. “We can’t lose you. Is there any way you would say yes?”

“Find someone else.” He told his sister. Anyone but her, he silently beseeched the universe.

“There isn’t anyone else. ‘Fathered by a man of angel blood who consorts with the demons of Edom’ is a very specific requirement.”

At that moment, like an answer to a prayer, Magnus strolled in.

“I do believe my ears are burning.” The warlock smirked.

“Magnus.” Alec breathed. “You came.” He was so relieved.

He had hoped he could see Magnus one last time. It had felt selfish to ask him to come. But if Alec was going to die then he wanted it to be on his terms. What did the disapproval of the Clave or his parents matter when faced with the certainty of a painful death? He only had until midnight and he had decided to spend those hours with Magnus, to give himself what he wanted in his last moments.

He wanted to kiss Magnus and be kissed in return. To hold him and be held. He wanted so much with Magnus and he could only hope the other man would forgive him for being unable to give him more time. More than anything, he regretted that he had done nothing before now.

“For you, darling, always.” Magnus promised. “I heard you were forced to pick up the slack again and were cursed by a rogue Unseelie for your efforts. You really do need more competent help.”

“I really do.” He sighed in agreement, ignoring the protests from Jace and Clary.

“Can you break the curse?” Isabelle asked Magnus.

“Oh, absolutely. Tell me, Alexander. Did I ever tell you about my father?”

“No.” He frowned. “Why?”

“I am the son of Asmodeus.” He purred with a vicious smile, eyes glinting.

“The Greater Demon?” No wonder Magnus was so powerful.

“The fallen angel.” Magnus emphasized. “The King of Edom and all the demons therein.”

Alec stared for a moment, delighted. “I’ve suddenly found the will to live.” He declared. Then, he marched straight to Magnus and right there in the middle of the Institute, surrounded by Shadowhunters, he pressed his lips to Magnus’s in a desperate and passionate kiss.

[alexanderlightweight]

You know what I rarely see? In the show after wooing Alec, Magnus is not shown as overly invested and it always appears as Alec reaching/apologizing/moving the pair along. Which was definitely a writing/directing choice. But what I’d like to prompt if it suits you, is Magnus being the one to apologize or to reassure Alec that he is important and not temporary-I’m team immortal but this convo certainly should happen. I liked the way you had Alec be angry in that prompt fill about his birthday and Magnus had to own up to that. If this isn’t your thing no big deal! Hope the weather is nice where you are and nightshade has enough pets and treats for the day!

i believe in 'no partner is perfect' and while i don't tend to write the angstier couple stuff 'i like my malec happy' i don't mind occasionally dipping my toes into partner angst (with an immortal happy ending)

this particular fic isn't about about immortality but it's about haing two people who have fundamentally different lifestyles having a miscommunication that devolves and while the argument is based on the show scene, it doesn't follow it perfectly. nor is the actual argument written. just the aftermath.

my thoughts are that magnus tries to spoil alec in season two still but it's more intimate and offscreen and he sort of in season 3a but magnus relies heavily n his magic to spoil alec and he kind of is spiraling all of season 3 tbh. they just really were sprinkling angst on malec like it was salt and they realized the show was bland.

all they did was get oversalted content which got salty fans, since they forgot to add actual herbs and spices.

it's a bloody hot day okay. i love the sun as much -nevermind apparently this is a lie-

so i don't hate the sun okay. i enjoy sunshine in specific environments. the sun is not a tyrant devoid of compassion.

anyways i live in a desert because its whats best for the people i love but give me mist and foggy days and give me winters of waist deep snow i can fall in. oceans so cold your lips go blue and rivers so deep and clear and still cold with melting ice.

if people are going to send me 8-10 feet to the bottom of the lake because they lost their electronics. it better be cold and clear. not warm and murky. (this has only happened 3 times but i have a preference).

So I made Say breakfast and nightshade breakfast and then I made @saeths breakfast a few hours later so i made an extra egg for nightshade to tempt him to eat another bowl of kibble.

so i fed nightshade twice and forgot to make any eggs for myself ^_^ so he is plenty spoiled (don't worry his egg was made without cheese and salt).

also the reason i'm awake is because he needed snuggles and after that he wanted to play in the pool and then i was too awake to bother

but that's our wednesday so far and i'm getting my work out of the way so i can focus on writing and house things.

<3 lumine

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Magnus is ready with another quick retort when Alec’s face goes blank for a moment.

The argument fades from Magnus’ mind in an instant, because while this is the perfect moment to land another barb, the words die and his sentence stops, ending with a snide comment he doesn’t really mean.

“That’s fine Magnus.” Alec says and he’s not angry, which is worse. He sounds tired and yet professional. His manner restrained and placating in the way he does when he no longer has any fight left and he just wants to retreat and lick his wounds.

Wounds that Magnus caused.

“Alexander—” Magnus starts, because he didn’t intend to get so upset but Alexander just shakes his head.

“You’ve said your piece, Magnus. I get it.” Alexander sighs and runs a hand through his hair as he shuffles. “I messed up, again.”

Magnus winces, because he’s begun to feel more like a scolding mentor than a partner.

“I need to get to the Institute—” which makes sense, the argument started as they both got ready for their days. “I’ll—” and Alec hesitates and then shrugs, “I’ll see you tonight.”

—

Magnus waits until it’s dinner time and then portals to the Institute, already preparing words to once again explain that it’s not Alexander, it’s just not time yet.

He opens the door to the office without knocking and steps in.

“Alexander—” Magnus starts and then he hesitates.

Because for once, Alexander’s eyes don’t soften when they meet his. They remain cold, devoid of the warm ardor they normally contain but once again, without anger. Only an empty tiredness that Magnus longs to chase away.

“Do you have an appointment today, Magnus?” Alexander asks, setting down his pen and turning off his tablet with a sigh. Even upset Alexander will still give him his full attention and Magnus steps closer to the desk when Alexander continues, “because I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for a meal, or a conversation if it’s not official. So, if you don’t have an appointment, it needs to wait until I’m off.”

Alexander doesn’t mention coming home like he normally does, and Magnus suddenly misses it, with a deep lonely ache.

It also reminds Magnus that despite how often Alexander drops everything to join him, his boy is being worked to the ground and also driving himself to his limits in his pursuit of building a better Institute. Alexander is struggling to create ties between an Institute and local downworld leaders that would be revolutionary, with a sincerity that is unmatched by anything Magnus has ever seen.

Of course, he’s exhausted, and Magnus feels hollow now, remembering their fight all over again with a new clarity.

“No darling, it’s nothing official. I’ll see you tonight—” Magnus pauses, wanting to offer to summon Alec something to eat or drink, but it feels too much like an emotional bribe with how shuttered his boy is. Alexander nods and gives him the same perfunctory, polite smile he gives his siblings when he’s too exhausted to deal with them and doesn’t know what else to do.

It cuts Magnus to the heart to have that same expression directed at him, when he’s supposed to be safe for Alexander.

Magnus can’t handle the idea of reaching out only to be shied away from, so he runs from the possibility and instead summons a tiny flower to land by Alexander’s pen when the door shuts.

No one in the Institute seems to notice anything is wrong. Magnus gets a few strange looks, but he quickly realizes that it’s because everyone expected Alexander to be leaving with him, like his boy usually does.

Magnus feels cold and it’s with determination that he sends out an emergency message.

—

“I became stagnant in my old, single age.” Magnus bemoans, “I spent so long on my heartbreak that now, with a man I adore over every living being, I keep pushing him away.”

“Truth potion?” Catarina offers but Magnus shakes his head. Alexander deserves Magnus explaining this without the aid of something to help his thoughts form, even if it’s a trick Magnus has used continually and without remorse on himself.

This is different though because Magnus wants to become aware of what is wrong, not rely on a potion to figure it out.

“He wants to move in.” Magnus starts, about to launch into it when Cat laughs, interrupting him.

“What do you mean he wants to, he already has. Or did you just move him in on the sly and forget to ask him if he wanted to?”

“Cat—” Magnus says hesitantly, “he’s never moved in. He’s the one who brought it up. I told him no.”

Catarina pauses and then she sighs, and she summons her favorite, light summer beer and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Start from the beginning, Magnus. I need details.”

Magnus does, realizing things that he missed as he’s explaining so many details that he just assumed and took for granted.

“I did wonder that the Loft hasn’t changed much. It seems more like Alec’s an addition to your things rather than his own person.”

It’s that comment that drives Magnus into a frenzy the moment he’s home.

Magnus doesn’t go overboard; Alexander wouldn’t want him to. Also springing this on his boy after the prior rejection will be too much like whiplash.

So, Magnus starts very small.

He finally creates the foyer he promised himself and Alexander he would make.

Alexander’s never pushed but Magnus remembers the tightening of his shoulders and the way Alexander will be too tired for anything but cuddles — rarely even hungry — after barrages of people through the loft.

The kitchen he only summons when Alexander asks, which is rare, so he makes it a permanent fixture and makes sure to hang an apron with little angel wings up. It’s with a pained smile that he sighs and wonders when he got so old that he forgot to enjoy life, and instead spent all his time focused on the past, just like Ragnor always warned him about.

Magnus doesn’t want to regret any time with Alexander, and he finds that he already does.

Not the time spent with his boy, but the time he could have focused on him more.

Magnus has spent so long protecting himself from losing Alexander, that he hasn’t noticed that he’s pushing him away, stopping him from coming too close.

Except Magnus has also bound him tightly.

Alexander sleeps more often in Magnus’ bed than his own. He’s rerouted his own schedule so he can take the last patrol before shift change, come to Magnus’ loft, write his report there and send it in, and be in bed for Magnus to return to.

Except for work, Alexander spends the majority of his daily life either in the loft, or with Magnus.

There are signs of him, all over the loft, but Magnus can’t look at a single piece and think, “Alexander picked that out.”

It aches in way that is almost visceral, because now that Alexander isn’t here, it’s only more obvious.

Magnus is chest deep in a drawer when he becomes aware of his boy stepping slowly into the bedroom.

“Is this a bad time?” Alexander’s tired voice asks. “I noticed there was a new door and tried to knock but the door just opened.”

Magnus wants to say something except he’s furious with himself and everything and the idea that Alexander saw a new door and knocked instead of walking right in, tears something in him.

They stare at each other for a moment, Magnus with his hands still wrist deep in the dimensional dresser, sure he’ll eventually find more than the sparse offering of Alexander’s clothes that he has.

“Where are all the clothes that you leave here?” Magnus asks instead of answering because he genuinely doesn’t know, “I was cleaning, and I couldn’t find them.”

Alexander sighs and Magnus just knows that he’s gearing himself up to — once again — explain to Magnus that it’s not about the clothes, before his boy visibly gets too tired. Instead, he just shrugs and potions to the paltry pile that Magnus has found.

“You have more than that!” Magnus exclaims, frustrated because he knows Alexander does. “That green shirt I got you that you loved. And those pants, the black ones with the umber stitching. The cream sweater I adore you in! That suit I had tailored for you in Milan and the other one in Hong Kong.”

Alexander sighs and he rubs a hand over his face, the stubble he normally shaves away in Magnus— in their bathroom, shadowing his face.

“Magnus, those don’t exist anymore.” Alexander doesn’t seem upset, if anything his face softens into an almost reluctant fondness, “you tend to vanish all the clothing you get me, some way or another. Mostly before fucking me. I tried to ask you one time where they went and you waved a hand and said, ‘another dimension, nothing to worry about’.”

“Surely that’s not all I said.” Magnus protests weakly.

“Well, you proceeded to fuck me unconscious so no, it wasn’t the last thing you said. But it was the last thing you said abut clothes.”

Magnus gives a flat chuckle and then sighs, snapping his fingers to clean up the mess.

“Have you eaten?”

“I figured I could grab something from the cafeteria when I head back. It’s fine.”

It most certainly is not fine, but Magnus doesn’t think coaxing Alexander into eating is going to work this time, which means that Magnus has accidentally undone weeks of effort.

Magnus doesn’t press, doesn’t remind Alexander that he can here. Or that, if by normal standards Alexander stays until he usually leaves Magnus, it would be the early evening of the next day.

“So, you were cleaning.”

Alexander is looking around, voice faltering but face devoid of actual emotions.

“I realized some things, after this afternoon.” Magnus admits slowly, “you’re the first person I opened my heart to, Alexander. In a very long time, I’ve told you that before.”

Normally, explaining things is easier but all Magnus can think is he’s not explaining it correctly.

“I know. But Magnus, you’re the first person I’ve ever opened my heart to.” Alexander interjects and he sounds raw and broken, like he’s been torn apart. “Doesn’t that get to mean anything too, to you? Because I don’t know what I’m doing, and you told me that there was nothing wrong with that. That I had nothing to feel ashamed about but now, it doesn’t feel like that.

"It feels like I can’t do anything right and I thought, I hoped something was coming together with us but now—” Alexander gives a heavy sigh and shrugs. “Now I don’t even know what I am to you anymore. Where do I belong, in your life Magnus? If you tell me where to fit, I’ll make it work.”

And that breaks Magnus’ heart, because Alexander was never meant to feel like he had to cut off pieces of himself to ensure Magnus loves him, that he has a place in Magnus’ life.

“Oh darling, beloved.” He murmurs and Alexander flinches, like it was a knife to his side. “You belong. The entirety of you. You belong in my bed because it’s no longer just my bed. How can I say it’s my bed when I lay in it without you and can’t sleep? When I reach for you in the night and can’t find you?” Magnus moves across the room with slow, purposeful steps and then reaches out to carefully — only because Alexander allows it — cups his face.

“Alexander, I have no excuses. My heart is old, and it is scarred and it is a wonder that you love me with all the cracks you’ve seen exposed. I don’t fear men or demons or angels, Alexander. I fear my heart being torn from my body and leaving me alive, an empty hollow cavern where it should be in the shape of you.

“I’ve always been too much, Alexander. I put my own fears on you, not that you deserved any of it, sweetheart. You’re right. I am your first relationship, and you grew up and live in a shadowhunter society. The relationships you've witnessed aren't similar to ours at all.

"You trust me to guide our relationship but I’m always encouraging you to ask me for things and you rarely do. I’m sorry, that you finally trusted me enough to ask me for something and that I broke that trust.”

And Alexander breaks, his eyes filling with tears and he coughs, scrubbing over his eyes because he hates being emotional during talks like these. As if Magnus will use the crystal sorrow streaking his face against him.

“I don’t understand.” Alexander murmurs against Magnus’ shoulder, “I thought this was already my home, here with you. I don’t know what I did wrong, I’m sorry Magnus.”

“Oh sayang.” Magnus whispers, eyes stinging because his heart is lanced every time Alexander apologizes. “You did nothing wrong. My heart was too scared to admit that you already were home for us, I pushed you away because I panicked. I’m sorry, my darling.”

Magnus is as tender and sincere as he can be, because he doesn’t want Alexander internalizing anything over this. Especially not when he realized that for Alexander, the loft already was home and he just wanted permission, for it to be official.

It’s endearing and sweet and Magnus presses a kiss to Alexander’s temple, softly and then harder when Alexander pushes into the caress.

"This is already your home. Where ever I am, will be your home." Magnus promises, "that will never change, my love. This is our space, for us to grow together and live together in.

Instead, Alexander tackles him to the bed and just lays there, pinning Magnus to the comforter as he snuggles into Magnus.

"Alexander?"

There is no answer, just a soft, exhausted snuffle and Magnus wonders how upset Alexander's been, thinking he was deprived of the home Magnus gave him.

He uses magic to change their clothing. More conversations and decisions can be made after rest and well, Alexander certainly isn't going anywhere and neither is Magnus.

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

thinking of Magnus bane (now and eternally) but in celebration of his bday, I was going through my fics and wow, my ass is really obsessed with him (as it should). Here are some of my fave lines that I have written about that him, his goodness and his heart (the ones I could recall at least.)

1.

2. Magnus being the ✨ scarier ✨ parent>>

3. Magnus Bane’s criminal defence attorney is here. Move away yall

4. He’s choosing to be this hot and kind. Could not be me.

5. Leave Magnus Bane the fuck alone agenda>>

6. could become the most powerful and yet, chooses to focus on butterflies.

anyways, thinking crying throwing up over him okay byeeee!! back to work!!. do not forget to celebrate this legend today. It’s happy hours everywhere today!!.

[he-wrote-that-one-song]

desperately going through my ao3 history and tags looking for this one malec fic that was SO GOOD but past me DIDNT FUCKING BOOKMARK THE GOD DAMN TRAITOR

anyway if anyone knows a malec fic where rafe is getting married and it's just a bunch of family shit and max at one point asks Alec if he wants to see him [max] get married and magnus has a bunch of beef with the flowers guy please hit me up I loved it so much an I can't find it 🙏

edit: WE FOUND IT

[khaleesiofalicante]

“Max,” Alec turns to his son. “Can you go inside and let the adults talk for a minute?”

“I’m an adult,” Max huffs. “I can count to 20.”

Magnus chuckles at that and crouches down a little. Alec tries not to pet his hair. “Blueberry, can you wait for me in class? Your friends will already be there. You can tell them to be ready for the adventure today.”

Max nods immediately. He gives Alec a hug and runs instead.

Magnus chuckles again. “He is a good boy.”

“I’m a good boy too,” Alec says and then coughs loudly. “I mean that I, uh, I know he is a good boy.”

Magnus shakes his head with a grin. “What did you want to speak to me about, Alexander?”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Stop saying that before I do something reckless and get kicked out of the PTA.

A cute lil ficlet with chaotic gay alec + dad alec - as requested by the tumblr heathens. You can read it here on ao3 :)

[littleraeofsunshineda]

Rewatching shadowhunters as a comfort show since the burnout is slowly sliding into depression

Back on the malec train like I never fucking left

Open for fic recs

Maybe one day I will write these boys they are hot as fuck with their disaster backgrounds

Trauma pining is my jam

[loki-nightfire]

Genie Magnus and magic bottle. Fic illustration

Read here

[malecarchive]

[lurafita]

TWI prompt

In the inverted world, the world had been demon free for many years. Enough that Magnus hadn't had use for his magic. Enough that shadowhunters stopped training new generations. Enough that maybe, there weren't actually many downworlders left. Werewolves have human lifespans, and without continuous infection, weres would cease to exist. Vampires might have gone a similiar route, maybe some of them choosing final death. Same for warlocks. Especially as there would be no new warlocks, as there would be no demons going to earth to impregnate mundane women. Now imagine that this dimension hopping and that demon that got to the inverted world, messed with the balance there. Suddenly long dormant wards are being attacked. Suddenly the barrier between the mundane world and the hell dimensions seems to weaken. And Magnus knows it's only a matter of time before the first rift opens up, and his newly reawakened magic might not be enough to confront whatever might pop out. His plan is to contact whatever downworlders are still alive, to help prepare for a possible fight. He doesn't quite know what to do with the pretty party planner with the angel blood running through his veins. Or his equally nephilim and no idea about it siblings. But it seems Alexander is determined to get to know Magnus. All of him.

[carelessflower]

veiled fate

Sun set, sun fell, Idris and Edom proposed a truce. The ever-lascivious King Asmodeus had folded, more than willing to open a new trade road between the kingdoms for the eldest Lightwood’s hand in marriage.

So now, Alec simply awaited his fate, watching impassively as servants and tailors fluttered around him like ants and bees, making sure he turned up to be the perfect bride.

A willing sacrifice.

His siblings tried to reject the proposal at first- anyone in their sane mind would, Asmodeus wasn’t known as a kind lover. All six of his wives had died painfully, some during childbirth, or the dangerous politic of the harem, or the king’s sadistic play. He took and took and took, until spring blooms cried to desserts, and he left to conquer another land.

Alec had no illusion he wasn’t the next victim. Better him than Izzy, that was.

“You can’t do this.” Came Jace’s whisper. “Please, there’s still time, run away, don’t let this marriage ruin your life.”

Alec was glad he was hiding behind the wedding veil, separating him from the desperate, sad expressions his brother must have on his face. “There’s no other choice.” Their kingdom needed this allegiance, and King Asmodeus wanted a new plaything. “It’s my duty, and I suggest you respect my choice, Jace.”

There was no other protest after that, just sounds of Jace pushing over everyone when he stormed out. He wouldn’t be far for long, he was in charge of leading Alec’s carriage to Edom.

The journey was tedious, exhausting even. Alec felt layers upon layers of silk and brocade weighing him down. The two kingdoms had spared no expense for this wedding to happen, especially with the wedding veil. While Edom gave away their precious lace, Idris tailors spent days and nights stitching pearls and crystals to every mile of the fabric.

An excessive cage, trapping Alec to his doom.

In the carriage. In Edom. In the ceremonial hall. Alec bowed and made the vow before the gods with his new husband, his heart growing colder by the second.

When servants had sat him down in the private chamber, Alec was numb from it all. Here he was, waiting for his brute of a husband to swoop in and take him, hands clenching in his lap.

The door creaked.

Alec's husband had come.

Tick. Tick. The water clock rolled. Alec heard footsteps coming closer.

Then there were hands lifting Alec’s veil while he remained quiet, his gaze fixed on the ground, one hand reaching into his sleeve, twisting the gold bangle. It was a gift from Izzy, and it cheered with the final chance to prove its usefulness.

Alec uncapped a secret hidden underneath the bracelet and felt a hefty weight on his hand, sharp and dangerous. He struck when the king got closer, lunging forward with his dagger, fighting with every last breath. Unfortunately, the king did the same, and in the end, victory didn’t smile upon Alec.

His back hit the bed below hard, anger and dejection seeping through his veins.

“Kill me if you want.” He spat out. “But as long as I live, I would never submit to you.”

“Oh darling, why’d I kill my bride?” The king smiled, his green golden eyes flickered in the dim light of candles, and Alec was annoyed the portrait sent to him hadn’t done this man justice. He was younger, and more approachable, though still carried similar striking features in the painting.

Alec breathed heavily, confusion rolled off in his throat. Asmodeus seemed more willing to play with his victim than he thought.

“Tsh– Look at me forgetting my manner.” Magnus leaned down, one hand pinning Alec’s hands above his head while the other used the prince’s dagger to slice off buttons on his fancy attire. Alec whimpered, feeling the coldness danced against his skin. Soon enough, the once lavish robe turned to ribbons, hanging desperately on Alec’s body. “There’s been a change in management, I’m Magnus Bane, and your new husband.”

Taking advantage of Alec’s stunned silence, Magnus took a step further, throwing Alec's legs over his shoulder. Alec moaned out loud, the first of a long night.

“My king–I, ah.”

“You’re so good for me, my darling consort. Say my name, say it.”

“M–Magnus, Magnus.”

for @pocketoffeels keep feeding us with ur chaotic genius