#maialec

[oikyskau]

― Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

[bussanbaby]

Hearing the quiet knocking, Alec doesn’t expect the person behind the door to be Clary. She slinks into his office, her steps slow as she wanders closer to the over-cluttered desk he’s sat behind. She reminds Alec of a child who’s clearly feeling unsure over something and is trying to figure out whether or not to tell.

Straightening up in his chair from where he was hunched over the report pile for today, Alec rests his forearms on the desk, winding his fingers together; waiting. From experience, he’s guessing either she’s in trouble or it’s about Jace. Clary sighs, tapping her palms gently over her thighs as if she doesn’t know what to do with them.

“What did you do?” he asks tersely but not unkindly, a shadow of an amused smile lost somewhere in the corners of his lips. They’ve never grown to be close friends like Clary did with Izzy, but Alec has come to somewhat tolerate her antics, to treat her the same he would any other Shadowhunter he’s responsible for - with respect and care, despite all the stunts she’s pulled. He’s almost fond of her, in a way that one is fond of their annoying younger sibling.

Clary chuckles, her eyes flitting over the office as if she’s searching for something to hold onto, to pull her attention away. She moves a strand of ginger hair away from her face, tucks it behind her ear.  

“It’s not that, really-” she starts, then cuts herself off with a sigh, avoiding Alec’s questioning gaze.

He tips his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in confusion; Clary’s never so nervous about seeing him, so this has to be something bigger than your usual law-breaking.

“What did Jace do, then?”

She smiles at that, a short press of her lips together, like it’s an inside joke between them of sorts. And it is - between all the sneaking around and secrets and dying, it’s almost funny.

“He didn’t do anything, I swear. But this is kind of about him, I mean-”

Alec can see the way her hands ball into fists in frustration at her sides and he stands, now alarmed. There’s something under his skin that tells him this is bigger, more personal and visceral than anything they’ve talked about before. “Come on, sit down.”

He leads Clary over to the couch across his desk and she plops herself down between the large beige pillows, almost drowning in them with how small she seems right then and there, her shoulders heavy with her burden.

Alec perches on the edge of the coffee table across from her, resting his elbows on his knees. “Talk to me, Fray,” he says quietly, his tone soft to coax out the words she’s having trouble with.

Tucking her legs under her, Clary looks at Alec for a moment, before asking, “How did you know you were gay?”

That’s definitely not what Alec expected to hear - he frowns, at first at a loss of words. It almost feels like an elaborate prank, but Clary looks completely serious, almost worried in a way, which makes Alec tell the truth sincerely, leaving out the biting sarcasm curling around his tongue.

“Well, I’ve always felt I was different when it came to that. It was never a big lightbulb moment, just small things that added up until I couldn’t longer hide from the reality of it all,” Alec pauses, staring somewhere into the distance as he gathers his thoughts. Without realizing, he’s rubbing his fingers together, digits running over scarred knuckles. “When people would talk about romantic stuff, about dates, partners and marriage, I could never see myself with a girl. It didn’t feel right.”

As much as he initially wanted to, he could never force how he felt - being married to a woman, having sex with her, even being attracted to women in more than aesthetical ways, it all seemed a hoax, an uncomfortable and anxiety-inducing lie. It was forced upon him, introduced when he was still young and impressionable, repeated until it stuck with him, until he started to believe it like it was the truth.

“And how can someone know if they’re... not straight?” Clary inquires again, aiming for only mildly interested and missing the mark completely. She seems to be skirting around an issue, clearly avoiding key words that might lead Alec to the right conclusion.

“Why are you asking?” Alec responds, a small inkling of what might be happening already forming in the back of his mind.

Clary licks her lips, picking at the loose thread on her torn jeans.

“I’ve been feeling strange lately.”

“Strange how?”

“Jace and I have been together for a while now, but recently I don’t… it’s difficult to explain.” Clary bites at the inside of her cheek, eyes downturned. Usually, despite her small posture, she’s all attitude and snark, even in her lowest moments, so seeing her this quiet makes Alec feel disconcerted.

“Take your time,” he announces and stands, walking over to the electric kettle tucked into the small space behind his door. From experience, he knows that sometimes it’s easier to speak when out of the spotlight so he lets Clary have that sort of freedom. He leaves his back turned, busy with making them some tea if just to hold something warm and soothing.

“I don’t know what I feel anymore. Jace and I have been through so much, at first dancing around each other to end up as siblings, which is fucked up if you really think about it,” Clary chuckles to herself and Alec allows himself a smile, remembering the conversation he and Jace had about it what seems light years ago. After a quiet pause, she continues. “Now that we’ve finally gotten together, I thought I was feeling strange, because Jace didn’t want to have sex with me- sorry, that’s probably too much information about your brother.”

This time, it’s Alec’s turn to laugh quietly. “We’re supposed to be parabatai, I’ve heard much worse things,” he assures, turning back for a moment to give her a pointed look that she replies to with a sympathetic wince.

The kettle burbles, signaling the water’s boiling and Alec prepares two mugs of green tea, just the hint of mango raising into the air.

“So, I thought I was just subconsciously feeling unsure, but then he started to really invest himself into this and-”

“Invest?” Alec prompts, handing one of the mugs off to Clary. He perches on the table again, careful not to spill any tea on himself - the suit he’s wearing is new and he’s got a date tonight, sue him.

“He told me he loved me. And I haven’t said it back so far.” Clary’s voice goes quiet as she speaks, the last few words coming out as barely a whisper; her eyebrows are drawn together, expression tight. Alec’s not an expert in reading people, but it’s clear enough she’s feeling guilty about it, worried perhaps. And he’d sigh, say ‘oh, straight people’, but he’s got an inkling that’s not entirely correct.

“Oh,” he hums, takes a sip of his tea.

“Yeah. Then he took me out on a date, a real one, and the feeling didn’t disappear. Instead it got stronger and I realized it’s not about Jace, but about me,” Clary sighs against the rim of her mug, eyes downcast. “I feel like I have to do it, everything that a girlfriend does, but I don’t want to. It was similar with Simon, we did everything, but it didn’t feel right.”

He doesn’t want to say it, but he does anyway; it hurts a little bit. “Like sex, for example?”

“Mhm. I thought it was because we were childhood friends, but-” Clary hides her face in her hands for a couple of seconds, growing more and more frustrated, her voice turning louder until she’s almost yelling. “I care about Jace, I like him, but I don’t want to lead him on and I just- I don’t know! I don’t know what I’m supposed to be!”

She sets her cup down with impact strong enough to probably shatter it and stands up, strands of hair flying in her face. Alec stands after her, hands outstretched in an attempt to placate her outburst. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, I’ll just go,” she mumbles, trying to push past Alec, but he grasps her elbow, gently but with enough force to stop her from leaving.

“Clary, come on. We can work this out,” he pleads, dipping his head down to catch her eyes. She holds his gaze for a moment, as if she’s looking for something; she seems to find it and settle, let go of the tenseness in her body. They sit again and this time Alec’s on the couch as well, turned to face Clary. “Okay. How do you feel about men?”

The question sounds stupid when said out loud, but he considers the most simple way will be the most effective. As much as people see him as some sort of a pioneer in gay things in the Shadowhunters’ world, he’s still new to everything himself. He’s never had this kind of trouble when coming to his own identity, but he can do his best to help Clary figure hers out.

“They’re… nice? I mean, I can see they’re handsome and being with one sounds good in theory. I want it, until I get it and then it’s just… there.”

That’s strike one. Alec nods, remembers Izzy telling him about compulsory heterosexuality; he makes a mental note to himself to tell Clary about it later, or maybe direct her to some information. Leaning over to grab his cooling tea, he asks casually, “What about girls?”

Clary gives a noise that could be interpreted as flustered, followed by a soft chuckle.

“I try not to stare, but they’re so pretty. When I was out with Jace, we bumped into Maia and Simon and I couldn’t stop staring at her - the way she moved and smiled and just… everything about her was attractive. Same with Izzy, she always looks amazing no matter what she does.”

Strike two. Alec tries not to imagine his sister with Clary.

“Would you like to kiss a girl? Can you imagine yourself doing so?” he questions instead - from his own experience, even the most harmless fantasies are usually a good hint as to what’s going on; even before Alec admitted to being gay to himself, he’s caught himself thinking about what was ‘forbidden’ back then way more than once.

Clary blinks thoughtfully, her eyes staring somewhere into the middle distance. “I-, yeah, I think I’d like that. Lately, I’ve been catching myself looking at girls, thinking about how their hands would feel in mine, how it would feel to-” Suddenly, Clary straightens up, lips still open around the aborted sentence.

Strike three.

“You’ve found your answer,” Alec smiles, something akin to pride settling in his chest.

Clary nods enthusiastically, her eyes wide.

“I think I’m a lesbian,” she announces with gravity to her tone, just the slightest hints of a smile curling at her lips before they fade in favor of slight panic.

Alec knows how confusing it is to discover your world turned upside down - sexuality and attraction play a big part in everyone’s identity, so finding out something has shifted is terrifying, especially when there’s no one to turn to. Alec has tried to keep himself in the confines of the person he was supposed to be, has tried to keep himself from suffocating in all of the lies, in the fake smiles and every thought meant to make him adhere to society’s rules. He’s been alone for most of his journey, having to fend for himself and figure everything out on his own - he wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

“And that’s okay. I know it’s scary and confusing right now, and it will be for a while. You’re gonna have doubts - are you gay enough? Are you gay at all, or are you just fooling yourself into feeling different?” Alec rests his palm on Clary’s forearm, squeezes slightly, and sends her a reassuring little smile. “Don’t rush it. There’s no right or wrong way to be gay, no perfect way to come out to your people when you feel ready. You’re on a journey, a wonderful, one-of-a-kind, terrifying as hell journey.”

Clary chuckles as two sparkling tears race down her cheeks, hanging onto the line of her jaw. She wipes them away hastily, but keeps laughing, the sound coming out happy despite the watery note. “What would I do without you, Alec?”

He shrugs with a grin. “Probably something stupid, like usual.”

She rolls her eyes and stands up again - Alec follows. They move through the room and towards the door; when Clary has her hand on the handle, she turns back to Alec with a smile that he returns easily.

“What a day, huh?” she asks, scrunching up her nose, just the slightest bit of awkward.

“I might be the resident gay guy around here, but I’m sure Izzy, Magnus or even Aline wouldn’t mind talking to you about this if you have questions. My door’s always open too.” Alec pushes one of his hands into the pocket of his suit jacket, watches Clary rub the edges of her sleeves over her cheeks to get the rest of the wetness off, her expression sheepish.

“I’ll remember that. And… thank you so much.” Clary reaches out, puts her palm on Alec’s shoulder and he covers it with his own for a couple of seconds, accepting the thanks with a slow nod; there’s really  nothing to thank him for, he’s just looking out for his people.

“Go, take the rest of the day off. Just try to not get into trouble, alright?”

“You got it, boss.” Clary salutes Alec and leaves, her steps bouncing back as an echo down the corridor until they fade into a soft sort of silence.

Alec closes the door and wanders over to his desk chair, slumping into it with a sigh. Looking at the two mugs still on the coffee table, Alec thinks, what a day, indeed.

[elizabethmasen]

Tea and Queer eye is basically all I consume now

[goldenalec]

❤︎let the heart beat - chapter 1❤︎

Read HERE on Ao3!

It’s finally here! I finally got my shit together, and I’m so excited to get started on my first ever multi-chapter for malec :’) This is inspired by the 2015 Bollywood film Dil Dhadakne Do. If you haven't watched, I HIGHLY recommend you do so. Your life will be Changed™ for the better. 

Synopsis: 

“Turkey and Greece? Luxury cruise ship that you don’t even have to pay for?” Catarina scoffs, pushing her blue-tipped braids behind her shoulders, “The Magnus I know would never pass up an opportunity like that.”

And then she gets this knowing look in her eyes, setting her nail file down. “Unless of course, there’s an underlying reason. And if that underlying reason just happens to have dark hair, and hazel eyes, and ‘the crooked smile that sets fire to every vein in your body.’ That’s what you said, if I remember correctly, hm?”

//

It’s been twelve years since Magnus and Alec last saw each other, ever since everything went downhill. Ever since they were forced apart, separated by continents and oceans, putting their love through the most difficult of tests. Now they’re going to be face to face with each other again, on a cruise ship, where hundreds of miles of water in every direction prevent any possible escape.

Only time will tell if they figure things out this time.

Thank you for your support! Feel free yell at me here ❤︎

[anduuril]

one look at you, my whole life falls in line

also on ao3

Magnus is met with a shriek of laughter, a crash, and Chairman Meow bolting down the hallway as he portals home. He’s exhausted, having been away for an inane meeting with the High Warlock of Milan that lasted days. Somehow, in dealing with all of that chaos, he’d forgotten that they’d agreed to babysit Madzie for Catarina today.

That explains the racket.

For all the time she spends quietly, Magnus has noticed that she opens up so incredibly to people she trusts. Judging by the voices, he can tell just how much she trusts Alec, and it brings a smile to his sleepy face. He follows the voices, ready to reunite with the love of his life and his favorite pseudo-niece after all that time away.

Their voices lead him to the kitchen, and he’s met with a bigger mess than he’d have thought a grown man and a ten year old could ever create by themselves. What appears to be cake batter drips from the ceiling, and Alec is gingerly picking broken glass from the floor. He’s laughing, so his repeated attempts to tell Madzie to stop using so much magic to stir the batter isn’t exactly being taken seriously, and she flings a spoonful of cake batter his way in retaliation.

Magnus is too amused to bring himself to move from his spot leaning in the doorway. They’re happy, he thinks, in that little bubble - scooping batter into a cupcake pan, not worried about the storm raging outside, or the apparent spike in demon activity in Italy. It’s almost cathartic, to hear their laughter, to watch them be so at ease. All too often, their shoulders are set and heavy with the weight of their lives and their duties - warlock and shadowhunter alike. But Madzie is too young, and Alec needs a break, and Magnus is happy they have this moment. He’s happy for their reprieve.

He’s not naive enough to think there will ever be a time without war. He knows this reprieve won’t last. He’s lived through centuries of it - world wars that decimated humanity, wars in the Shadow World. He’s lived through Valentine twice. He’s no stranger to violence, and he knows it will keep coming. But for once, he wants to believe that there could be peace in the middle of that storm. Peace enough to settle down, to think of the future. To think of a family.

What would it be like, he wonders, to raise a family with Alec?

Losing himself in watching Alec and Madzie in the kitchen, he allows himself to imagine such a future. A future with the laughter he hears ringing in his hears, but with their own child. He sees late nights at bedsides telling stories to sleepy boys that just won’t sleep. He can see babies with curious, wide eyes, and he wants to tell them all of the secrets of the universe. He can see them all in his mind’s eye, different faces, different children - different futures he could have, but each with Alexander.

It’s the first time he’s ever entertained these thoughts before, and yet… he finds that he’s not intimidated by them. Because for more than four hundred years, he’d believed that children, a family, would never be a possibility for him. But it is. It’s a concept so real to Magnus that it almost feels tangible, and his heart is soaring.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come home.”

Magnus drags his mind back to reality and the man in front of him, and the feeling in his chest only magnifies upon seeing Alec’s expression. He takes a few steps forward so he can wrap his arms around his husband, tucking his face in the crook of his neck, and pressing a kiss there. He feels the tension in Alec’s body release as he holds him, and he knows his relief is just as noticeable - the sigh of contentment he lets out when they touch isn’t exactly quiet.

“Anything new happening around here? Demon attack? The Clave up to no good?” he asks, leaning against the wall again as he pulls back and watches Alec, who only shrugs before launching off into a tale of his week. But then his eyes are locked on Alec, and his attention begins to drift.

“Magnus?”

He’s still talking, he realizes moments later, having been distracted by Alexander’s lips forming words instead of listening to the actual words themselves. But after five days away, he figures he’s allowed to have missed those hands, those lips… The way those hands and lips…

He shakes his head.

“Sorry, you were saying?” Alec’s expression is a mixture of smugness and also exasperation, and Magnus shouldn’t be as amused by it as he is. “I really was listening, Alexander. It’s just been a week, and I…”

“I know, I know.” Alec moves closer, one hand reaching for Magnus’s, the other holding his face gently. He presses a kiss to his forehead, to each cheek, before settling against his lips and giving him the welcome home kiss he deserves. “I love you, and I will show you exactly how much later,” he says, giving Magnus a pointed look that causes a shiver to run down his spine, “but Cat’s going to be here within the hour, so let’s try to be reasonable until then.”

“Duly noted.” Magnus nods and heads off to help Madzie with the rest of the cupcakes, but not before noticing the look of sheer adoration that covers Alec’s face. He’s not sure what he’s ever done to deserve all those glances that he’s always throwing his way, but he also won’t question it. If he had this way, he’d never stop looking at Alec - he’d always be looking at him like he placed the stars in the sky.

++

Magnus watches Catarina and Madzie disappear into the portal before turning to face Alec. Instinctively, they’re drawn to each other, and Magnus slides his arms around Alec’s waist and buries his face in his shoulder. He inhales deeply as Alec holds him close, and he loses himself in that comfort and security.

“I’ve been thinking…” he begins, his voice slightly muffled by the press of his mouth against Alec’s skin. He pulls back, if only to meet his eyes. He doesn’t want to beat around the bush, because this idea is all consuming, and he wants Alec to know how much it means to him. “I think… I think we should have a kid. Or at least think about it. Really consider it.”

Magnus cannot find the words to describe the way Alec’s eyes seem to shine once the words leave his mouth, or the way his grip seems to get just a little tighter. He could try, but for all his years on this earth, he’s never learned the words to explain the joy he sees reflected in his husband’s gaze.

“I want to,” Alec says, and while he’s not surprised that he wants kids, Magnus is still blown away by him voicing it. Alec’s arms untangle from around him so that he can gently hold his face in his hands. He never feels more open than when he’s put in this position, but he’s also never felt more loved. It’s the way Alec does it, touching him so carefully, with a look in his eyes that speaks of nothing but love and undying devotion. “I want that with you, Magnus - a child, a family. I’ve always wanted that. I want everything with you.”

The way Alec says it, so earnestly, is enough to make him fall in love all over again. He’s floating on a cloud as he slides his hand into Alec’s and laces their fingers together. He can feel Alec’s ring against his skin and he can remember so clearly - Alec, on one knee, baring his soul, and Magnus being overcome. And, not long after, wedding vows that still take his breath away. Now, a few years later, with eternity literally in front of them, there’s a new step to take, and he’s excited for it.

“I love you,” he says, even though the words sometimes don’t seem like enough to explain how he feels. He runs his free hand through Alec’s hair, the soft strands tickling his fingers. Alec’s eyes close at the sensation. “Sometimes it feels like we’ve known each other for a thousand different lifetimes.”

“What, like soulmates?” Alec asks, eyes fluttering open again to take in his expression. “Do you really believe that?”

“Alexander, I’ve had countless love stories over the years,” he says, his hand drifting from Alec’s hair to his face, his thumb brushing over his cheek, “but not a single one has ever been like this. All I know is that when I met you, it felt like coming home. Like my soul was built to be with yours.”

Alec’s soft smile is enough to bring tears to his eyes, and he slots their lips together and lets himself be overcome by these emotions. He’s centuries old, and sometimes he feels it. Not in the creaking of bones or the weakening of the mind, but in the memories that come to him in the form of nightmares, and the exhaustion that permeates his very being. He knows he’s a broken man - he has seen and done too much in his lifetime, but Alexander has loved every piece. And a family, an eternity with Alec - it’s all he could have ever asked for, and it’s his. And it’s wonderful.

++

Alec’s sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the room, Max wrapped in a blanket in his arms. He’s stroking his cheek softly as the words fall from his lips, a lullaby from his childhood, as he rocks the chair back and forth. He doesn’t notice Magnus right away, so he takes a moment to appreciate the scene in front of him. It’s the middle of the night, the sleepy look on Alec’s face gives testament to that, but his eyes as positively glowing as he sings to their son.

Their son.

He’s only been in their lives for a week, but already he’s taken up such a large space in Magnus’s heart. He’s only been in their lives for a week, but Magnus knows he’d walk through hell ten times over, face any demon, do anything, to keep Max safe.

“Did we wake you?”

Alec’s voice brings him back to reality and he shakes his head. He doesn’t sleep well when they’re not together, the press of Alec’s back against his chest the kind of warmth he needs to pull him under. Even if he’d slept through Max’s fussing, he’d have woken because Alec was gone. But he doesn’t mind missing sleep for this. He’d never sleep again if it meant watching Alec, with his messy hair and soft smile, singing their son to sleep.

“Worth it,” he says, coming over to stand beside Alec and press a kiss to his forehead. “It looks like he’s finally asleep.”

“I know,” Alec replies, looking down at the sleeping bundle in his arms. It’s the most beautiful image Magnus has ever seen, and he’s tearing up over it. “But I don’t want to put him down. Is that weird? I don’t want to put him down because I don’t want to stop holding him.”

Magnus lays a gentle hand on Alec’s shoulder in support. He understands, wholeheartedly. He understands because he feels it too, that need to hold and protect. He’s wanted this for so long, and sometimes it doesn’t seem real to him. Sometimes he needs to hold Max, needs that reminder that this is real and not fantasy, that his oldest wish has become his reality.

“I understand,” he says, as he reaches out to take Max from Alec, who pouts. He lays him in his crib, and it takes everything in him to turn away and reach a hand out to Alec. “But you need sleep as well, love. Come on. He’ll still be here in the morning.”

The truth in that statement has him grinning, and he leads Alec back to bed with stars in his eyes and the promise of a million tomorrows. A future that he cannot wait to live through.

++

He comes home to a shriek of laughter, a crash, and Chairman Meow bolting down the hallway. He follows the noise to the kitchen where Alec and Max are cleaning up their attempt at dinner from the floor, and he lets out a sigh of relief. It’s only been a few years since Max came into their lives, since having a family became a reality instead of an unrealistic dream, but now it’s the only reality Magnus would ever accept.

“You’re home!”

Magnus bends down to scoop Max in his arms as he runs to him, and spins him around a few times before setting him back down. He’s getting emotional, and it’s silly because Max is almost four and this is his daily life, but sometimes it’s just overwhelming. Plus, he’s been gone all weekend dealing with warlock business and he missed his family.

Alec’s looking at him like he understands exactly what Magnus is thinking - and he probably does, since he’s spent weekends away for work himself - and meets his lips for a kiss.

“Welcome home,” he says, pulling back to see Magnus’s face. He brushes his thumb across his cheek, and Magnus melts. “I hope you know three days is an incredibly long time to be away, and we’ve missed you terribly.”

Magnus presses another kiss to his lips and wraps his arms around Alec. With his face pressed into his neck, he thinks about how incredible all of this is. It’s only been ten years or so, which is nothing to an immortal, but the three of them have eternity in front of them, and Magnus is so excited to see what their future holds.

[milkpanly]

lightwoodalexander → leahsburkes

[jaunetoile]

hi 😊

just stop your crying it’s a sign of the timesWatching for a sound to lead me to where ever you goI don't mind falling down to try againNow it's time to say good nightLet me tell you what I wish I'd known

it’s funny theres only like two songs in this that I actually listen to a lot of stuff I don't listen to on my phone at all

[alecsimon]

hi, elle! can you write about magnus & rain for me? it can be brotp magnus/any of his friends or malec, i don't mind either of them. and congrats on your 500! 💜

hi angel!! i hope you like this 💗 and thank you sm :’)

(once again thank u to @lightwoodlesbians xx)

500 follower celebration (closed)

As soon as Magnus hears the high pitched cries that pierce through the night, he knew there was no going back to bed. Alec returned home late last night, exhausted from the recent demon attack in Central Park that most of the Shadowhunters fought. Even after the fight, as the Head of the Institute, Alec had to go back to his office and do mountains of paperwork to keep the Shadow World a secret - and Magnus wasn’t surprised to find his husband practically dragging his feet through the door and collapsing in bed.

So, right now, Alec needs the sleep more than Magnus does. Lord knows Alec is up most nights with baby Max anyway, so Magnus pulls himself out of bed after pressing a soft kiss to Alec’s temple, and makes his way towards the baby’s room.

As predicted, little Max is crying in his crib, most likely due to the loud thunder from the storm outside.

“Shh, come here darling,” Magnus coos softly, lifting his son into his arms and rocking him back and forth gently.

Max almost immediately relaxes in his father’s arms, but he’s still whimpering softly. Magnus smiles warmly, pressing a kiss to his forehead, right between his two tiny horns.

“I’m here, my love, I’ve got you,” Magnus whispers, looking down at Max who is watching him with wide eyes. The thunder is still booming outside, and every time it does Max starts pouting, getting ready for the waterworks.

With a small flourish of his hand, Magnus makes a small invisible layer of magic between the window and Max’s room, making the noise from the outside a lot more subdued and easier for his little 8 month old to handle.

“That’s better, right?” Magnus asks, smiling as Max just stares back. He doesn’t look like he’s going to be falling asleep anytime soon, so Magnus points a finger up and watches as purple and blue magic curls out of it, making different images in the air around them.

Max watches with curious eyes as Magnus’ magic takes the form of multiple birds, before melting into two small tigers racing in a circle above their heads. Then the magic becomes a night sky, the stars twinkling dramatically. Max makes a small noise of pleasure in his arms, and Magnus watches him fondly.

He never really knew it was possible to love someone so much. Looking at Max now, so small in his arms, with genuine enthusiasm and tiny hands that rest on Magnus’ chest, he knows he’d do anything to protect his son.

Within a few minutes of Magnus’ magic around them in multicolored swirls, Max’s eyes start to droop and his head falls to Magnus’ chest. He watches as little Max breathes, sound asleep.

Magnus carefully settles Max back into his crib and then leans against it, watching the lightning crackle and boom in the sky, casting shadows into the room.

There was a time when Magnus connected rain and thunder to bad memories, ones he always wanted to forget. Looking at the sky now, he feels like all his memories of rain are good.

He slowly makes his way through the loft, and ends up on the entrance to the balcony. With one swift movement, he opens the screen door and steps outside, not far enough to get wet, but just enough to take a giant lungful of the rain.

Now, all Magnus can remember is his and Alec’s fourth date, when it started pouring during their trip to Italy, and they had to hideout in a random tiny diner off the side of the road that made the best espresso Magnus has ever had.

Magnus remembers when Alec and him were babysitting Madzie, and when the rain seemingly ruined their plans, all Madzie wanted to do was go and splash around. It was the summertime, and Magnus couldn’t think of a reason not to, so they did. The three of them spent two hours playing tag in the rain and getting soaked, and even though Cat wasn’t happy about it later, Magnus wouldn’t forget the huge smile Madzie sported for the rest of the day.

Magnus remembers his honeymoon with Alec, and how it rained one day in Fiji, and Alec took his hand and dragged him outside while they were both still in their pajamas, and Alec kissed Magnus stupid, till all he could think about was the taste of Alec’s lips and the smell of the earth from the rain.

It’s not like the more painful memories are gone, but they aren’t the ones Magnus chooses to remember. The rain is something that now soothes him and brings him peace, rather than haunts him. It’s powerful and frightening, but also so alive.

“Babe?”

Magnus turns slightly when he feels two hands snake around his waist from behind and a very familiar chest pressing against his back.

“Are you okay?” Alec asks, his voice low from sleep.

“Yes, love,” Magnus replies, putting his hands over Alec’s. “Just admiring the rain.”

Alec hums, kissing Magnus’ shoulder.

“Is Max okay?” Alec asks.

“Yes, he’s alright. Fast asleep,” Magnus says, running his hands up and down Alec’s forearms. “Let’s go back to bed, shall we?”

“Uh huh,” Alec says sleepily, and Magnus laughs softly, turning around in his arms and pressing a kiss to Alec’s temple. He pulls back and takes a moment to admire just how stunning his husband is, even if he’s so tired he can hardly stand. His hair is a mess, his eyes are half lidded, and his runes are a sharp contrast on his skin.

But he’s so unbelievably beautiful.

Alec leans against Magnus, already halfway asleep, and Magnus laughs again, softly tugging Alec towards their bedroom.

This is just another good memory of rain to file away, Magnus thinks.

[taehyungshadows]

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MY MOOD FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR TO BE HONEST

SAME and like im already planning going see it again 🌈😍

[isabellasroberts-archive]

THE GET DOWN MEME: [2/10] scenes -- “Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope for a Treasure.”

[oikyskau]

The streets were covered in a blanket of white, the snow sweetening the atmosphere like crystallized sugar. It was a cold night, the feeling creeping up spines and numbing fingers, and yet it proved wondrous as the hues of winter reflected in the darkness, and sparks of heat still radiated from those wandering through the chill.

After a restless week of dealing with the betrayal of the Seelie Court and Valentine’s death, a quiet stroll through the snow was exactly what Alec needed. That, and the ever-calming feeling of Magnus’ hand in his.

He couldn’t help the grin that slowly grew on his face as he watched the love of his life bask in the beauty all around them. His eyes followed Magnus’ movements, followed the graceful way his steps moved them further along. He noticed his coat clinging to his shoulders, and when Magnus turned back to Alec, the adoration in his gaze.

“Alexander,” he breathed, and Alec’s heart vowed right then to follow the sound to the ends of the earth. “You’re freezing.”

For a moment, Alec wanted to protest, insist that he was fine to keep Magnus from worrying. But then he caught sight of Magnus’ eyes sparkling in the moonlight, and he knew just how to respond.

“Maybe you could warm me up then, Magnus.”

Magnus’ smile turned coy as he tugged Alec closer to him. “Is that what you want?” He asked, breath clouding up the space between them.

“You’re always what I want,” Alec murmured.

Magnus’ heart seemed to melt at Alec’s declaration, still not used to the fierceness of his love. Despite his inexperience, any insecurities concerning his feelings were left at the altar all those months ago, replaced by relentless truth. With a quiet sigh, Magnus raised their joined hands to press a soft kiss to Alec’s knuckles.

“I’m glad.”

Those days of uncertainty still weighed on them, but they could not break the bond between them, rediscovered through fearless kisses and honest talks, and thus growing into something stronger than before. Determined to stop the emerging memories from tainting the moment, Magnus moved forward with a smile forming on his face, and pressed his lips to Alec’s red nose.

Letting out a startled laugh, Alec felt the heat rise to his cheeks. He buried his face in his scarf, glancing back up at Magnus’ giggle and his muttered ‘cute’.

“You know,” Alec began, “my lips are cold too.”

Magnus gave him a fond smile, only to glance away, attention momentarily stolen. Before Alec could enquire after its thief, Magnus’ eyes were back on him accompanied by a large grin.

“Well, I know just what’ll warm them up, babe.”

Feet scrunching in the snow, Magnus tugged Alec forward towards a little booth which he had previously failed to notice. It was surrounded by lights of all colours, framing the sign at the top. And when Magnus turned back to gauge Alec’s reaction, his grin proved infectious, spreading right into Alec’s lips, even as he fought to show it.

“Are you pouting?” Magnus laughed, “Your boyfriend is about to buy you some mulled wine, Alexander.”

“And I appreciate that. But mulled wine isn’t better than my boyfriend’s kisses.”

With an exaggerated gasp, Magnus took a step back as if to shield the booth from Alec’s words. “Don’t let the wine hear you say that.”

“Magnus,” Alec giggled, pressing against Magnus’ back as he turned to order their drinks.

This was what he had always craved, that sweet intimacy that made your heart beat faster, the warmth of home found in a single person, his person. As he received his wine, Alec paired his whispered ‘thanks’ with a kiss to Magnus’ temple. With a chuckle, Magnus raised his hand to Alec’s reddened cheek, and brought their lips together. Eyes fluttering open a few seconds later, Alec felt a shiver crawl up his spine.

“Happy now, Alexander?” Magnus said, lips brushing against Alec’s.

“I’m always happy when I’m with you, Magnus. I want to have this forever. I love you.”

One more kiss, a soft press of lips underlined by the feelings brimming beneath their skins.

“I know.” Magnus breathed, “I love you too.”

[bussanbaby]

With the sun setting over New York, Magnus and Alec stumble through the main door, letting it click shut behind them. With his arm around Magnus’ back, Alec leads him over to the couch, supporting a big part of the warlock’s tired weight. The loft is alight with golden rays of the sun, everything so seemingly peaceful compared to what they had gone through just a couple of hours earlier.

It’s almost like the stressful day had never happened, but the lines of exhaustion, both physical and mental, are obvious in the furrow of Magnus’ brow, in the way he slumps into the soft seat with a bone-deep sigh. With his elbows set on his knees, Magnus rubs at his face with his fingers, not even paying much attention to his eye makeup, with how distracted he is.

When they returned from the core maintenance room, a little bit ruffled and still coming off the high of adrenaline, the OPS centre had been a mess - Jace held Raj pinned down against the table and a couple of other lower-rank Shadowhunters were stood by the far wall, guarded by Izzy and Clary. Alec should’ve expected the opposition to his idea if he had to be honest, given what has been said about him in the recent weeks by some of the staff  - at least everything worked out despite Raj’s interference, they’re all alive, the plan worked, and the Institute is still standing where it should be.

At first, Magnus just seemed tired, out of breath and jittery with all the magic that had been running through his fingers just moments before, but as they made their way back home, the excitement wore off, swapped for heavy limbs and a sleepy smile.

Magnus leans against the couch, letting his head fall back against the cushions, looking up at Alec who’s standing in parade rest, hands clasped behind his back.

“I don’t think I’ve taken a cab since the New York Knicks won their first NBA championship back in the seventies,” Magnus muses, his lips quirked up and eyes twinkling with what has to be a mix between nostalgia and mirth.

Alec shrugs off his jacket and tosses it onto the blue armchair, rolling his shoulders. He can feel a headache coming on, a slight throbbing in his temples, probably as a result of Lorenzo going on and on about every portrait of him and all the various ways each artist has captured the essence of his smile; people bickering around him all day and questioning his authority perhaps had something to do with it as well.

“What about a martini, a hot bath, and a steak, medium rare?” Alec offers, coming up behind Magnus to set his palms on his shoulders, kneading the tense muscles there.

A noise akin to a moan wrings itself out of Magnus as he pushes into Alec’s touch, eyes dipping closed with bliss.

“You read my mind, darling. But the bath comes first, I feel like I got hit by a bus.”

“Pure angelic power can do that to you,” Alec chuckles, pushing his thumb into a very tight knot of muscle in the junction of Magnus’ neck. “You sit tight, I’m gonna go and start the water.”

Alec kicks off his shoes and heads to the bathroom, turning the knobs until steam starts rising from the water and then adds in the bath soaks and essential oils. The scents mingle together, creating a lovely aroma of flowers and herbs. When he turns back, Magnus is standing at the entrance, shoulder pressed against the doorjamb, his eyes half-lidded and a soft smile on his face.

“Go ahead, I’ll be right back,” Alec says and Magnus nods at him as he starts to shrug out of his suit jacket with a grimace.

Socked feet padding across the floor, Alec beelines for the apothecary and towards the second-top shelf in the corner of the room. He’s looking for a small, jade-glass bottle with a dropper on top - he finds it way in the back, still half full.

Magnus is already halfway through unbuttoning his shirt which halts Alec’s steps as he decides to just enjoy the moment. Hearing a noise, Magnus looks up with the hint of a smirk playing on his mouth.

“Enjoying the view, are we?” he quips, making quick work of the rest of the buttons and slipping out of the shirt to hand it over to Alec.

“Don’t mind me, go on,” Alec chuckles, folding the shirt haphazardly to deposit it on top of the laundry hamper. Unsurprisingly, his gaze drifts back to the expanses of Magnus’ chest, tempting Alec to run his fingertips against Magnus’ sternum and down his stomach.

“How about you join me? The bath’s big enough for two,” Magnus proposes with feigned innocence, shrugging one shoulder as he works on undoing his pants - it’s a bit more difficult to do without magic (and when the belt buckle is in the back).

Alec holds his breath for a moment, tempted by the suggestion. He should catch up on reports for the day, consult Izzy about the demonic possession footage, but Magnus is right there to hold and the water looks so deliciously warm that he can’t help himself; he breathes out.

“I could use some down time,” Alec aims for an unaffected tone, but Magnus sees right through the facade, raising one questioning eyebrow. Alec rolls his eyes fondly. “Oh, shut it.”

Magnus breathes out a laugh as Alec steps closer to him, deft hands helping to set the buckle free and tug the belt out of the loops. This close, Alec allows himself to look, to take in every line and curve of Magnus’ body, the way the late afternoon light makes his skin glow better than any highlighter he has on his vanity.

This is not about the sexual kind of closeness, not this time - it’s about the feeling of safety, winding down in the presence of the person you trust with your life, letting the walls down, figuratively and literally at once. It’s about taking care of each other.

Magnus’ wide shoulders are slumped slightly and he seems ready to fall asleep across any horizontal surface when Alec grabs his hands gently where they hang at his sides, aware of the sore spots magic has left behind. “Take some of my strength.”

Magnus pulls his eyebrows together and tilts his head in a half-aborted headshake.

“Alexander…”

“Come on, even a little bit, just so you can get your mojo back quicker,” Alec insists, running his thumbs over the blue veins on the insides of Magnus’ wrists.

With the first touch of magic, Alec shivers as it tugs on his core - it’s not uncomfortable, per se, but it’s a strange feeling nonetheless, like an incorporeal arm reaching up along his spine, careful fingers searching his body for angelic power. By now, it has become somewhat familiar to him, the sensation of Magnus’ magic being something Alec’s soul leaps toward without a second thought.

Magnus takes a deep breath, already seeming more awake than just moments before as the energy continues to trickle between them through their linked hands. It slows to a stop and Magnus tilts his chin up to brush his lips against Alec’s. “Thank you.”

“This, as well,” Alec murmurs after they kiss, pulling the little potion bottle from his pocket and holding it up for Magnus to see.

Magnus opens his eyes, then purses his lips when he recognizes his own concoction, clearly labeled with curled handwriting.

“My rejuvenation serum? How did you know where it was?” he asks, seeming positively surprised and almost impressed, even with a task as simple as this.

“Well, I listen to you, believe it or not. Also, I spend a lot of time in the apothecary with you.”

Alec hands it over, watches Magnus uncork it and deposit two drops of it on the back of his hand before licking it off. He scrunches up as his nose at the supposedly bitter taste and Alec can’t help but smile with fondness.

“I don’t doubt that, you do tend to stare at my lips quite often.” Magnus sets the bottle aside after sealing it up and gets back to taking off his clothes without a hitch in their conversation.

So, he has noticed.

“I don’t stare, I appreciate,” Alec balks at Magnus’ words, huffing as he pulls his henley over his head, dropping it onto the floor. “And you can’t blame me, really, since they’re so lovely.”

Alec is just telling the truth as it is - he’d kiss Magnus constantly if he ever had that option. And it’s not that he doesn’t pay attention, since he always values what Magnus has to say; sometimes his eyes just drift down to simply watch his boyfriend talk, to follow the curve of his lower lip as he pouts, lost in his own thoughts, or learn over and over again how they stretch into a smile, so tantalizingly close.

Magnus pauses, fingers hooked into the hem of his boxer briefs. “But are they more exquisite than Lorenzo’s fabrics?” he teases, his voice tinted with laughter.

“Magnus, I was winging it! He didn’t exactly give me much to work with,” Alec explains as he tugs his legs free from the confines of his jeans, having to take a step to the side to prevent himself from toppling over. “Well, until he started talking about himself being used as a baby model by an artist.”

At that point, Alec was just guessing his answers - apparently he had luck on his side, since that baby looked nothing like Lorenzo himself.

“El Greco?” “Yeah, how did you know?”

Magnus stops the water before the bath fills up too much and dips his fingers in, testing the temperature. His back is turned to Alec, but he can hear the disdain in Magnus’ scoff loud and clear. “Because he tells that story to anyone who has the patience to listen.”

He does seem like the type, Alec thinks. It took them maybe twenty minutes just to go through one room and he’s not even sure how many more there were. In some sort of way, Magnus making noise saved Alec from further extensive Lorenzo Rey history lessons.

“I thought he was going to talk my ear off about all of his antiquities! Your loft isn’t modest by any chance, but Rey’s just showing off with that mansion chock full of expensive crap.”

Almost simultaneously, they both tug their underwear down and step into the water, holding onto each other for balance.

The water feels blissfully hot against Alec’s skin, washing against his calves in little waves as Magnus sits down by the more rounded edge. He motions for Alec to come closer and moves them around until Alec ends up with his back pressed against Magnus’ chest, and with curious fingers tracing paths through the dark hair on his chest.

“Oh, I know! He’s always been like that, loving any attention coming his way. He thinks he’s the Jay Gatsby of warlocks.” Magnus’ voice resonates straight through Alec’s torso and he can already feel his own stress draining away - the problems with the Institute, the Greater Demon case - nothing exists in that very moment, just Magnus as a solid weight behind him and the water around them, tinted a faint purple with lavender.

Alec imagines Lorenzo in a Gatsby get-up, having read the book back in the days when he had free time, but then another, better fitting character comes to mind. Alec smiles to himself, a laugh bubbling up in his chest at the vision of the new High Warlock in a sparkly 20s’ dress.

“In reality, he is more of a Daisy, who also needs to hang back on the hair pomade. That ponytail is slicker than his attitude.” Alec tips his head back onto Magnus’ collarbone, as Magnus laughs shamelessly at the jab, making the water ripple around them with each breath; it’s Alec’s favorite sound.

He closes his eyes for a moment, tangling his fingers with Magnus’ and pulling their hands to rest on his stomach. Then, he adds, “He is so full of himself, he didn’t even realize I was just buying you time with the compliments.”

“Such an ass. And you did so well, my dear. I’ve never heard you talk with such passion about ceilings!” Magnus nods exaggeratedly, poking fun at Alec’s ‘professional’ acting skills; for how long he’s been a Shadowhunter, anyone would think he’d get better at acting, but alas it’s never been Alec’s strong suit, leaving him slightly panicked and searching for topics to grab onto. Considering the sudden circumstances of their heist, Alec is still proud of keeping his cool long enough around that pompous buffoon.

“I had to improvise somehow, I couldn’t let him see you making faces from behind his fancy couch. But you would make an excellent spy.”

Magnus chuckles, dropping a kiss on top of Alec’s messy hair that probably still smells like sandalwood. “We should start our own detective agency - Bane & Lightwood, here at your service. For the right price, of course.”

It’s a nice thought - Alec and Magnus, working together, solving crimes and helping people in need; kind of like they do now. Maybe in the end, their lives wouldn’t turn out so differently.

“That’s our retirement plan, then.”

It’s both casual and monumental, hanging in the air between them. Magnus stills above Alec, his chin resting against Alec’s head, who can sense him tense up a bit, before relaxing back into the water.

“I’m already looking forward to it.” Magnus’ voice snags on one of the words, gaining confidence as he finishes his sentence, having made up his mind about whatever thoughts he chooses to keep private for now. “I appreciated your help today. I would rather have you safe and sound somewhere else, but you being there with me meant a lot.”

Alec is glad to see Magnus open up more about his thoughts and feelings, as it allows them to understand each other better. Sometimes it’s easier to leave certain things unspoken, but they’re trying to go against that, to keep themselves open instead, to allow themselves comfort, understanding, and honesty - the cornerstones of a relationship to outlast time itself.

“Of course. I told you, I go wherever you go and if it means into danger, then so be it. I’m not leaving your side, never again,” Alec confesses, squeezing Magnus’ fingers between his.

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?” Magnus chuckles, tightening his embrace around Alec and making something warm bloom in his chest. Alec laughs as well, closing his eyes.

“Once or twice.”

[goldenalec]

maialec replied to your post: why do u only post malec lol it gets a little...

this anon should hold hands with the anon that told me i “don’t post enough malec” and fly away into the sun

l i t e r a l l y like... it’s my blog i’ll do what i want hunny 

[wi1helms]

my hair is A Mess but this filter makes me look cute

[officialmaleclibrary]

This month we’re showcasing an author in the fandom who has written popular works such as melt me down. Lori is on ao3 and tumblr as @maialec (ao3), and we’d like to thank her once again for taking part in the OML author showcase! 

1. When did you start writing fics? Tell us a little of your journey as a fic writer.

I’ve always been passionate about writing ever since middle school, but I would only write original works or assignments for class. I guess my inclination to writing fics began once I actually started reading fics and I kind of learned the “tricks of the trade”. The first fic I’ve ever written was a coda for the season 2 finale of In The Flesh that you can still read on my AO3 page and I wrote it simply because there was a situation that hadn’t been addressed on the show and it really bugged me. So, I took matters into my own hands, something that a lot of fan fiction authors do. It’s basically the most common motivation for it.

After that, I took a really long hiatus from writing fics because I didn’t find a source material I loved enough to feel inspired by it. Until Shadowhunters. That is when I went back to it and I was reminded of why I love writing so much.

2. What fic of yours are you most proud of and why?

The answer to that would obviously be my most recent fic and my first ever multi-chapter, “melt me down”, that I worked on for almost two months. It wasn’t just the amount of work I put into it, but the fact that I actually stuck to it and finished it that makes me so proud of it, since I usually only write one-shots because they require less commitment. The idea for it came when I’d spent an entire week reading fake dating AUs with unhealthy tropes that simply did not fit Alec and Magnus (mainly miscommunication which lead to unnecessary angst), and I took it upon myself to make it as realistic as possible. Also really gay.

3. Who is your favorite character to write and why? Which character do you find the most challenging to write?

I haven’t written from the POV of enough characters to really think about it, but, if I have to look back on what I’ve written so far, I have a pattern of mainly writing from Alec Lightwood’s POV, since I identify a lot with him and I find it easier to keep him in character. As for the most challenging, I would say, the other side of the same coin, Magnus Bane, because, even though there’s parts of his character I see myself in as well, his experiences are so complex and I know so little of what it’s like to be in his shoes, that I have to put a lot more effort into making sure that my understanding of him and the way I represent him in my fics is as accurate as possible and doesn’t fall into harmful stereotypes that stem from laziness and ignorance.

4. What is the hardest part about being a fic author? The easiest?

The hardest part as a writer in general is definitely finding the motivation to keep writing. Even when I have a good idea of what I want to write, inspiration only strikes in the most inopportune of times. For fan fiction, it’s doing the characters justice. Even when you write them in an AU, where their goals and motivations may not be at all similar to the ones in the canon material, I think you have to stay true to their personality, and their essence. For me, there is only one thing that is easy about writing and that is having an epiphany about what I want to write next. Everything after that − bringing it to life, correcting it, doubting everything and still posting it in the end, waiting for feedback and getting discouraged when I don’t receive it − is extremely difficult.

5. What inspires you? Where do you find your muse?

As it is with any type of art, I don’t think you can force inspiration or look for it. In my case at least, inspiration comes to me at the most random moments from the most random sources. What is important to me is that I latch to it and put it on paper as soon as possible, before the magic is gone.

6. Do you write original content as well as fic?

Yes, absolutely. I find it’s important to step away from a universe that has already, more or less, been created for you and try your hand at writing something that is completely detached from it or its characters. Luckily, the creative writing class I’m taking at college gives me an outlet to do just that.

7. Do you have a favorite fic from another author?

Do I? There are so many it would take me an entire day to list them all. However, there is one particular fic that has marked me for life, better than a lot of published novels I’ve read, and that is “Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out Of Me” by @Mellow_Yellow on AO3. Surprisingly enough, it’s a Ian x Mickey Shameless AU that, as much as I’ve grown to despise what that show has become, I would gladly reread any time, because it is a literal work of art.

8. What’s something you’re looking forward to in the upcoming season of Shadowhunters?

Magnus’ intriguing storyline that we’ve been teased with a lot, more development for his character individually as well as regarding his relationship with Alec, more Downworlder politics hopefully, Maia being a season regular because I love her to death and whatever new VFX they have in store because they tend to step up their game every single time.

9. Can you give us a sneak peek to what you’re writing next? Or at least any hints to what’s to come?

I’m not working on any fan fiction at the moment and, since we’re on hiatus, it’s pretty hard for me to be inspired by anything, not to mention college is taking up most of my time and energy. I am working on something for my creative writing class though. It’s a very Poe-esque short story inspired by a really obnoxious bird that keeps knocking on my window every single day without fail. I took this real life event and put a dark and supernatural spin on it, something that I’ve noticed I tend to do with any original content that I write.

10. Do you have advice for anyone who might be interested in writing fan fiction?

Just write. Don’t be afraid that it’s not good, most of us start with really crappy works, but, as is the case with everything else, practice makes perfect. Another thing would be to actually read a lot of fan fiction, especially if you’re scared about characterisation, but remember that fanon is not canon, and fan fiction tends to distort our perception of certain characters and turn them into something they are not. And once you get used to it you start to believe that is who they are, when the reality is different. Most importantly, just have fun with it, because no one is paying you or making you do it for a grade. You’re writing because you want to and because you want to share it with other people who are just as passionate about it. And try not to get discouraged if you don’t get a lot of feedback right away. I assure you there are a lot of people out there who appreciate your work more than you think. Oh, and also don’t be problematic.

11. Do you have a writing playlist/do you listen to any music while writing? Why or why not?

I actually cannot write (or read) unless there is complete silence around me. However, when that is not the case and I still need to write, I like to drown out the background noise with classical music. I find it can be either soothing or extremely stimulating. I just look for 5 hour classical music compilations on YouTube and get to work.

[milkpanly]

simonlevvis → lightwoodalexander

a million times thank you to the sweetest angel @witchmadzie i love you i love you i love you