#and the Consul and High Warlock of Brooklyn

[chibi-tsukiko]

Birthday Consul 💙🏹

Alexander Gideon Lightwood

Happy Birthday to our beautiful and brave Consul 🥰

What a wonderful parabatai, friend, husband, father, and leader you are. A role model to all.

Thanks for being the peak of fictional brilliance 💙

Character owned by @cassandraclare

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[vashs-posts]

And now we call the consul, former head of the shadowhunter -downworlder alliance, hero of the dark war, son of former consul Robert lightwood, parabatai of Jace lightwood herondale, husband of the high warlock of Brooklyn Magnus Bane.

please put your hands together for our delectable muffin of love- Alexander Gideon Lightwood!!!

[dayque]

Rafael's partner

Imagine this: you are dating a fun guy with curly hair and a bright smile, agile as a gazelle and at the same time firm as a bison. He always listens to you, seems to have been raised with the manners of a Victorian nobleman, with the mischief of a Spanish pirate and the intensity of the Latin blood in his veins in every aspect of his personality, his makeup is impeccable, he has a fashion style unquestionable, he walks with confidence and as soon as he sees an injustice he is the first one to get in the way to defend the oppressed.

So now you start dating, you know he must be from an important (or horrible) family because he is leery of his personal information, he doesn't want to continue being judged based on his parents' history because he wants to make his own legacy. He wants to show that he is also brave, he doesn't seems to notice that he already is.

By the time you manage to gain his trust and he invites you to his house, you can't help but be surprised to see that he lives in a loft that, although luxurious, is small for four people.

There is no sign of his parents, they are both working, and you spend the afternoon playing video games in the living room with the family cat while his little brother studies in depth for an exam he will have tonight because "waxing gibbous is the best moment for the ritual" or something like that.

When the front door opens you feel cold in your veins. The 6 big ones pass through it laughing and holding bags of take-out food, one of them is the Consul of course, and at the last one appears a tall, imposing and attractive man, much younger than the rest and at the same time infinitely elderly.

You are sitting in the living room of the High Warlock of Brooklyn and the Consul without knew it before, a place frequented by politicians and other influential members in history and the destiny of the world, while you are wearing your worst pants and you begin to notice that you forgot to check your hair and shirt the last time you had the chance. Wait, did you at least brush your teeth after lunch?

And so you are now an official member of the Lightwood-Bane family

[janescrazy]

for the malec prompts thing: Reverse AU? (shadowhunter magnus x warlock alec)

I had to think about this one for sure. I’ve never read any reverse AU for malec. I wasn’t sure who to keep as shadowhunters or to switch everything. I hope you like it!

“The man is 200 years old, and we don’t have one high quality picture of him?”

Hodge gives Magnus an exasperated look and carries on with the presentation, “Alec Lightwood is High Warlock of Brooklyn. As Magnus blatantly put it, he is 200 years old, which is deemed young for warlocks. The fact he has this position shows how intelligent, resourceful, and clever he is. He’s dangerous and sharp as a nail. If we’re going to find him and interrogate him, we’re going to need to be smart about this.”

Magnus rolls his eyes, flipping his dagger between his painted fingers. He squints at the pictures on the screen, presumably the only four photos they have of this Alec. One is of a group of French and American soldiers, and many of them have their arms bandaged and blood and dirt on their faces. They’re standing in rubble and smiling goofily at the camera. There is one man in the back with his face turned, blood and guck dirtying his face. His black hair is long and disheveled with a beret on top.

Magnus has no idea how anyone found this picture, or narrowed down the identification of the soldier to be Alec Lightwood. Though, the man in the photo was staring off and had a way about him that differentiated him from the others. His body posture and the one side of his exposed face was calculating, showing an envious amount of knowledge and experience. Like he knew something everyone else didn’t.

The other photos are of him on the battlefield with only half his face, and then one is a faraway photo of him standing in front of the Titanic when it was still docked in England. There are a few question marks on that photo, but Magnus highly doubts this extremely smart man who avoids cameras and attention like his life depends on it would sink a ship.

“Why do we need to find him anyway?” Catarina asks beside Magnus.

“The Consul needs to know where the warlocks are with Valentine. More and more of them are disappearing, whether from Valentine kidnapping them for his experiments or they’re going into hiding,” Hodge explains with a sigh. He scratches his neck. “Magnus helped us out with knowing Clary. She didn’t say where Alec lives, but she slipped and said a group of them are meeting at Pandemonium.”

“So he may not even be there,” Ragnor dulls, rolling his eyes. He stands with a dramatic huff, patting his pockets for his seraph blade.

“It’s our best chance,” Hodge clips. “We’re leaving in thirty.”

*****

Magnus goes to Pandemonium on a weekly basis. He tells Robert and Hodge he goes there for researching purposes, but he knows they know that’s complete bullshit. He’s a people person. Always will be. He enjoys being surrounded with fun people and partying the evening and night away. He may be a shadowhunter, but he will never say no to a round of shots and dancing.

The first night he had gotten dirty looks when they saw his runes, and he was ignored by most of them. It was fine with him. He can get down with any crowd. He knew a few vampires, including Raphael who introduced him to a group of vampires and werewolves there. Once they realized he wasn’t there to interrogate or had any shadowhunter gear on, they slowly loosened up and treated him like one of their own.

Safe to say it was weird walking into the club with his gear and runes on display. His throwing stars are hitched on his hips and lower thigh, and they glow in the neon room. His normal acquaintances throw him second glances, hesitance and worry on their pensive faces. They step back, their backs straight and ready for anything as he walks by.

Magnus already lost Cat in the crowd, and he can count on her to scout out the suspects. The only details they have on the High Warlock are black hair, pale skin, and he is slightly taller than Magnus.

The shadowhunter eyes up the taller men, taking note of their clothes. The man has to have either a good or an old taste in clothes, since he’s lived many decades. He also has to be rich based on his age. One doesn’t live for a very long time without learning how to make profit.

Nobody fits the bill, and he’s walked the entire building. Cat finds him in the middle and informs him she’s leaving. The warlock is obviously not here, and they’ll have to get in contact with Clary again if she’s willing. Magnus spots her dancing with a blond boy, Jace. If he wasn’t dressed and armed, he would make sure to shove into him. He’s never been a fan of him, and he hates how he’s immortal and will be a pain in the ass for a long time to come.

Magnus waltzes over to the bar and orders a hard drink for his troubles. Everyone avoids his stare, and he even has to call for the bartender a few times to be serviced. He takes a seat next to a man in a rugged gray sweater. He’s slouched over his drink like he’s protecting it, and he’s got his chin in his hands. A hood covers his hair, and black tufts poke out from underneath. They’re unruly and fluffy, and Magnus really wants to run his fingers through it. The AC in the room blows at the stranger’s hood.

Magnus turns and throws the stranger a wide charming smile, and he makes sure to tongue the thin red straw that’s used to stir his drink. The bartender must not have wanted to be bothered again because his whiskey is stronger than he expects.

“Hi, handsome,” the shadowhunter drawls, placing his chin on his hand and fluttering his lashes. Yup, very strong drink indeed.

The man tenses and gives him a blank stare, and his hazel eyes look Magnus over. Magnus really wishes he brought another set of clothes, especially when the man responds with an unimpressed, “Hi.”

Magnus is not one to give up easily, and he turns his body to face the hot stranger. “What are you drinking?”

The man blinks, appearing to have remembered he had a drink in the first place. He must be sitting right underneath a draft because his hood moves subtly, and he reaches to adjust it. He thumbs his own straw, “I don’t know. Something Meliorn made me.”

Magnus hums, taking a glance at the man’s hands and how large they are. His fingers are long and have an admiring way about them. The alcohol is getting to his head. He treads a thin line when he moves his chair an inch closer, “I’ve been here a lot. Regular customer really. I bet I can guess your drink.”

The man’s mouth twitches in what Magnus hopes to be humor, “Regular customer is an understatement.”

Magnus gapes in humiliation, before realizing what the man just admitted. He throws the stranger a wicked grin, daring to pull a fake piece of a lint off the man’s shoulder. “So you’ve been keeping an eye on me, handsome?”

The man doesn’t answer him right away. Magnus wonders if he’s going too far with this and making the man straightly uncomfortable, but all he does is fidget and straighten his back when Magnus starts playing footsie with him. “You’re, uh, usually wearing more colorful clothing.”

Magnus grins like a cat, becoming more daring and toying with the hood. The stranger’s cheeks are pink and flustered, and he’s always been a sucker for blushing men who don’t know what to do with their hands. His hazel eyes linger over his face, taking longer at his lips.

Magnus chugs the rest of his drink, purposely allowing a few droplets to slide down his chin. The man watches it happen, and his full lips part completely mesmerized. Magnus licks his lips for good measure and stands incredibly close to him. Their shared body heat rises in temperature, and Magnus wishes he would take off his sweater.

He fiddles with a string he finds, eyes never leaving the man, “I can wear whatever you’d like, baby.” The man shivers at his words, pupils enlarging and chest heaving faster as if he’s never been approached so unabashedly before. Shame, really, he’s blushing so pretty.

“Your sweater is cute and all,” Magnus whispers loud enough for only them to hear. “I would much rather see you take it off.” Maybe he’s too tipsy for this because the moment he touches the hood, the man’s hand snatches his wrist firmly. He is about to apologize, but then the man reaches out with his other hand, caressing Magnus’s cheek and bringing their lips together.

The kiss is awkward at first, as Magnus is more than tipsy right now. But once the room stops spinning, he goes all in. He tilts his head, fitting their lips together better and tasting the peach rum on his lips. The flavor is heavenly, and he curses the angels before slipping his tongue into the deepening kiss. The man sighs into his mouth, and Magnus feels uncertain hands on his waist.

Magnus must have climbed into the stranger’s lap because he’s towering over him now. He runs his hands down his chest, feeling the defined muscle hiding underneath. He doesn’t even know this man’s name, but he wants this man under him or on top of him. He’s not picky, and he smells so enticing.

“Hey!” an angry voice calls. “None of that here. I don’t care who you are. You can’t have sex in my bar.”

The man immediately tries to pull away, and Magnus has none of it. He grabs a hand and pulls him out of the chair and towards a hallway. “This way. Come on, beautiful.”

The man obliges and as soon as they’re out of view down the hall, Magnus shoves him into the wall and kisses him. He hears a deep groan, and it makes his legs weak. He needs to hear it again.

Without thinking, he reaches up and tugs on the man’s hair. The man groans, as he runs his fingers through his hair and slightly yanks. The noises he gets in return is encouraging, and he reaches farther up until he feels soft fur.

Wait.

His focus drifts from the kissing to the mass of soft fur twitching under his fingers. He leans back, sliding the hood off the stranger’s head and freezes.

Two cat ears black as their owner’s wild hair twitch and flutter under his gaze. Feeling his staring, they shift and lay flat against his head, hiding entirely in his hair. Magnus thinks of his own cat, Chairman, who lives outside and occasionally feeds when he turns up.

What a precious look on a beautiful man, who pulls his hood back up with a scowl not aimed at Magnus. His cheeks are rosy red and his eyes are downcasted in shame. “I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to let this get that far. Here, I’ll just go-“

“No, no, honeybun,” Magnus stops him gently and cups his heated cheeks. He should really ask for his name. “You are more adorable than I originally thought. What a precious warlock mark. Do you like to have them scratched?”

“I, uh, I don't know-“

“Alec?”

Alaska in January has nothing on the ice that grows throughout Magnus’s entire body the second he hears someone say that name.

Jace stands in the doorway of the hallway, protectiveness showing in the guarded way he’s standing. Magnus turns back to Alec, who refuses to look at him.

“Oh my angels,” Magnus mutters and backs away with his hands up. He curses, “I was just molesting the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Shit.”

Alec’s face hardens, “So what, you worry about titles now? Would you not have approached me if you knew who I was?”

“No!” Magnus scoffs and freezes when Alec gets more pissed. “I mean, uh, shit. I don’t know. You mean you don’t want to hex me?”

“Did I give off that I wanted to hex you?” Alec asks, appalled and annoyed. His fists are clenched and little sparks of purple filter the area around his hand.

“Well…no,” Magnus weakly answers. He runs his fingers through his hair nervously. “No one knew what the High Warlock of Brooklyn looked like, at least no shadowhunter. I didn’t expect you to look the way that you do.”

Alec pinches his nose irritably, “I’m so sorry I didn’t meet your standards.”

“No! I mean,” Magnus sighs. He waves over Alec’s still form, “You’re adorable and cute. I didn’t think…”

“The one correct thing you’ve said tonight,” Jace cuts in. Magnus flips him off.

“Just,” Magnus groans and gets back into Alec’s space. Thankfully, the warlock lets him, but anger still swims in his hazel eyes ready to snap like a coiled snake. “Let me take you out? I really like you. Please let me fix this?”

“Like him? Did you have a conversation I missed somehow?”

Magnus flips Jace off, and Alec throws him a look. “Fuck off. Go be miserable somewhere else, guard dog,” Magnus growls.

“Excuse me?”

“Jace,” Alec scowls before taking a deep breath. “Go. I’ll be right there.”

Magnus smiles wide at Jace when he finally leaves. He turns back to Alec, and the smile turns genuine. “Please? You just surprised me. I do like you, and you’re very cute.”

Alec blushes and nods a moment later, “Fine. I’ll text you my address.”

Magnus watches him leave before calling out, “You don’t have my phone number.”

Alec waves his hand, forming purple swirls in the air. There’s a grin on his face when he answers, “I got it.”

**********

Please send more prompts :) im on a writing high

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

One step forward. Two steps back.

One step forward. Two steps back.

Get your fucking act together.

Over the years, he has done this a billion times. He always reaches the door, but never gets the courage to knock.

One step forward. Two steps back.

He takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell. He can instantly feel the magic around the place.

It’s like a gentle breeze that instantly makes you feel at peace.

Which is weird, because he has never for a second felt peace in his life.

He was born from deceit and pain.

Like most warlocks.

“Who the hell dares disturb the High Warlock of Brooklyn?” A velvety smooth voice speaks through the intercom, bringing a chuckle out of him.

He has grown up hearing about the man’s theatrics. Out of the many things he heard about the man.

About Magnus Bane.

One of the most powerful warlocks to exist.

But he isn’t here because Magnus Bane is powerful. He doesn’t care about power.

He is here because of something else.

“I’m from the warlock house that Tessa Gray runs.”

The door immediately opens and he enters the loft.

It’s a beautiful loft and has a home-y vibe. It must be great to have a home. He doesn’t know what that feels like.

“I didn’t know Tessa was sending someone.” Magnus Bane stops in his track the second he sees him.

They both stare at each other for a long time.

He doesn’t know the older warlock’s reasons. He only knows his.

Does he remember that he was one of the first person in the world who ever held him with care?

“You’re him, aren’t you?” The man whispers.

“Baby, who is it?” A deep voice calls from inside, followed by a man in his late thirties looking very annoyed.

The Consul.

Something settles inside his chest at the sight of the other man.

Magnus seems too dazed to say anything so he just waves a little hand at the other man.

The consul’s blue eyes meet his and he stops too.

“Who could ever love it?”

Max flinches at the words and is about to portal out of there when he realises that the words didn’t come out of either of the men, but the young girl who had appeared from nowhere and was hiding between the two men now.

“Arianna!” The consul chides.

“He has the words tattooed on his arm, daddy.” The girl explains and oh well—Max’s eyes land on his hands where he did have those words tattooed.

That was a very stupid thing he had done.

“You’re the warlock baby that was left outside the shadowhunter academy aren’t you?” Alec adds.

Baby.

Max has never been a baby.

“Not a baby anymore.” He states cheekily. “I go by the name Max now.”

The consul’s eyes soften at the words.

“How are you here?” Magnus whispers, still looking outs of sorts for some reason.

“I don’t know. I just knew I needed to find you two.” Max says simply because it’s the one honest truth of his life.

ASTOF // MEET MAX LIGHTWOOD-BANE

part 1

part III

[malec-ao3feed]

The Best Part Of Waking Up

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/8VTgDM5 by i_have_not_slept Alec’s always liked mornings. He likes them even more when he gets to wake up with Magnus. Words: 2955, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of By The Angel Bingo Fandoms: The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare, Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Additional Tags: Morning Sex, Married Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Consul Alec Lightwood, High Warlock of Brooklyn Magnus Bane, Wet Dream, Alec Lightwood Loves Magnus Bane, Magnus Bane Loves Alec Lightwood, Confident Alec Lightwood, Morning Cuddles read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/8VTgDM5

[khaleesiofalicante]

I don't think I've ever mentioned this before but one of the characters that I appreciate the most is Gigi. The first time we met her in lbaf 1 I read this:

Mama and dada worked really hard. Most people didn’t know it – or they didn’t care.

They might not run the institute or be the high warlock of Brooklyn or the Consul of the Clave.

But they worked really hard. Dada ran the Academy and mama made sure all shadowhunters had their weapons.

This touched me so deeply. My parents are also incredibly hardworking and always give their 100% but they're very simple and don't always command much attention so they're sometimes overlooked. I'm the same. So I really appreciated the simplicity of Gigi's character, her relationship w Roman, the lightwood-lovelace family and the way she goes y her life and does her own thing but is the most dedicated and reliable person.

Thankyou for creating a character who's so breathtakingly grounded. I always thought I wanted to be like Magnus or Jace or Emma but as much as I love them, I don't really relate to their personalities. So I don't want to be like them. I want to be like Gigi.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

One of the best things you can hear as a writer is that your characters inspire people.

When people tell me they see themselves in my characters, to me, it makes them feel a little more real.

Gigi is fucking cool. So are you.

Much love!

[carelessflower]

The Clave: We need you to go on a 10 day missi-

Alec: with all do respect ma’am. What if Magnus needs me?

The Clave: have you considered-

Magnus, appearing out of nowhere: that the high warlock of Brooklyn requires an urgent discussion with the consul? Thank you so much for noticing *portal both of them away*

[consul-lightwood-bane]

We got the Bane Chronicles and i'm gonna get greedy and say we also deserve the Lightwood-Bane Chronicles!

[dragonsandgayships]

Hi! Friendly reminder that the Consul and the High Warlock of Brooklyn are MARRIED and in love and have two adorable children and a cat and life is good

or alternately if you’re a show fan, the Inquisitor and the High Warlock of Alicante are married and happy and in love

or if you’re a fan of both, then both these things!

I hope you have a nice day

[shadowhunters-universe]

I JUST HAD A THOUGHT

WHERE IS ALL THE CONSUL ALEC FANART?? 

[chibi-tsukiko]

Happy Birthday 🎉

To Alec Lightwood 💙

It’s time again to celebrate our wonderful consul! Our brave archer boy who never fails to be the best Father, Husband, Parabatai, Brother, Friend, and Leader.

🥰 Happy Birthday Alec!

Click below to see an extra (non-bday version of this piece)

Character owned by @cassandraclare

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[brother-sixpackariah]

Alec: how did you know I was going to propose?

Magnus: you haven't been able to look at me all month without crying.

[chaossmagic]

Seeing gifsets from the new season of Shadowhunters is making me sad that I have to wait two more months for Red Scrolls of Magic and that we won’t get Malec as husbands with their sons until The Black Volume of the Dead/the first book of The Wicked Powers, whichever comes first. 

I miss them so much.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Magnus bane- is an eldest curse, one of the most powerful warlock in the history, high warlock of consul’s pants and Brooklyn ofc, accidental demonic cult leader, powers comes from the deepest depths of Edom, can possibly level the city if he wants? Claims to be atleast 800 years old

Also Magnus- *almost dies is cohf*

*almost dies in trsom*

*almost dies in tlbotw*

*did die in thule*

*almost dies in tda*

Alec lightwood with his bow and arrow

[the-great-lightwood-bane]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane & Alec Lightwood

Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood

Tags: QoAaD Missing Scene, alec tells magnus about becoming consul, and everything else that happened at that meeting, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, One-Shot, reference to the proposal, Canon - Book, Book Verse, but there's an explanation of what is going on at the beginning, so even if you haven't read QoAaD you can still understand this

Summary: 

“By the way — who was elected Consul? What degree of bigotry will I have to put up with for the next quarter century?” Magnus asked.

Alec grinned. He hadn’t realized that he’d forgotten to give Magnus that particular bit of good news. “Well, I think he’ll be far less bigoted than any of the other options,” he began. “He’s gay, you see, very much so, and he’s dating a warlock.”

Alec paused, his grin brightening.

“More specifically, he’s dating the High Warlock of Brooklyn.”

Or, the missing scene from QoAaD in which Alec tells Magnus that he was elected Consul.

I wrote a fic! What do y’all think?