I know you’re prob busy with other fics and the complexities of modern living in general. I was just wondering if we can get a mini update on IRL Malec and whether they’re still dancing around each other as usual 🙃 Thank you!!
ah yes, poor malec, rip my fics -- where I last left them off they were making an avant-garde erotic film, and also serving as a vessel for me to rant about my specific and niche media interests 😅 they are definitely still getting invested and then saying they're not invested. and then soon if my previous trajectory holds we get to talk about Trauma, hooray. ("soon," I say, meaning god knows how many months from now). but yeah they're going to movies and making movies and having weird psychedelic sexual experiences while watching movies. normal.
When Alec decide to have a nap in the orphanage garden and baby Max and Sorcha decide to join him
+ general rookies always circulating around him
I am slightly cursing you for making me break my "no Magnus POV till Bridges is done" oath, but also this was too cute a scene that I couldn't stop myself from writing this.
His vision swims with pulses of light, the million sunbeams increasing his headache into a migraine that has him swallowing pain and bile back in equal measure. His body shakes with exhaustion, his fingers prickling with oversensitivity despite how familiar all these sensations have grown through the years. Magnus is tired and exhausted, his limits so far out of sight that they might as well have been the starting point.
Ragnor and Agatha are talking among themselves, discussing something Magnus doesn't have the wherewithal to pay attention to at present. Neither is looking at him and Magnus takes the chance to slip away before either can notice his growing unease and discomfort.
Magnus is about to head back to his loft, his mind running through all he still has to do despite his clear exhaustion, the plans he still needs to discuss with Raphael, and the potion he still needs to finish for Catarina and the werewolves. He planned to head straight home only for his eyes to land on a giggling Shan and Cylia, who disappear behind the corner and into the small garden behind the orphanage.
The two girls are holding a bouquet of flowers in their hands - daisies, bluebells, forget-me-nots, and other flowers Magnus doesn't have the time to recognize.
Even with exhaustion dragging him down, his magic hurting more than any headache ever could, Magnus follows them to see what the two girls are up to.
He can hear Ali's voice before he turns the corner, bright and gleeful as he whispers something to a giggling Shan and what sounds like a chuckling Zacharias. His little magicians are all turned with their backs to him when he peeks in their direction, talking among themselves and looking down at something on the ground at their feet.
A step closer reveals that something to be a sleeping Lightwood, his arms wrapped around a dozing Max and Sorcha. Lightwood's face is pressed tightly to Max's wavy blue hair, Max's fists clutching Lightwood's shirt between his hands. Sorcha is tucked under Lightwood's armpit, scaly feet wriggled under Lightwood's shirt and pressed to his bare skin in search for warmth. Yara is lying draped over Lightwood's middle, her face cushioned on Lightwood's stomach as all four continue to doze peacefully - unbothered by the giggling voices around them or the flowers that Shan, Cylia, and Ezra are braiding into their hair.
His little magicians are all smiling happily, his ward looking safe and content in Lightwood's arms and some of the exhaustion fades from his shoulder as Magnus reminds himself why he's been pushing himself so far for so long.
Just a little bit longer.
His eyes linger on Lightwood's face, soft and peaceful in his sleep and Magnus feels another wave of pain and doubt wash through him.
He just needs to hold on a little bit longer.
Lilith, please just don't let him have made a mistake.
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Hi!! This is a weird ask but I'm hoping I'll have more success finding this fic through you or your followers than searching for hours on ao3.
There's this fic I read a long time ago, about Alec being a stay at home parent with a very little child (still in the cradle) while Magnus went out and did stuff (can't remember if it was still canon or no powers au)
And over the first half of the fic Alec gets so overwhelmed with taking care of the baby alone. He's alone in the house all day so he can't even like go and cry alone so he develops a weary panicky sort of depressive outlook on life, and Magnus doesn't realise it until he comes back home early one day and sees Alec crying beside the cradle.
And i have no clue how to find it but it was such a good angsty fic I can't stop thinking about it 😭😭
Hiieee!!
I'm afraid I don't know this one 😬😬 hopefully one of my followers do cause damn this IS so deliciously angsty and I need to read it too
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Today, we have "All was golden" by Foodsies for you.
It was recommended by @pocketoffeels.
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Still currently updating
Summary:
Alec is almost 6 years old when he meets his soulmate. When Magnus gets his soulmark his 800th birthday has come and gone. Both dreamt of meeting their other half, yet the encounters keep on haunting them.
"I have no interest in the world you want" he spits out before looking Alec right in the eyes "or in your doubtless repellent brat, I might add".
it's shown from scenes like this in the books that despite having the power to bring forward incapable feats or destruction, magnus doesn't want to use it, like at all. we get brief instances in the past where he used it and how much it affected him (killing his stepfather, creating earthquakes when he was upset). the status quo is set, magnus lightwood-bane and his immensely frightening, possibly corruptive magic will never accept each other's friend request again.
but then, there's this scene
the kind of power comes from the very heart of hell. we know warlocks are offsprings of demons, so it's safe to assume their heritage will somewhat show its influence in their magic. but this isn't your garden variety charm. from what the seelie girl trying to convey here, the ring literally reeks of magic from the deepest, most unpredictable and intimidating part of existence.
does alec know he's carrying a piece of magnus too-dangerous-to-not-be-unsealed-magic around him every day? and that there's no end magnus wouldn't go to, even if it's the part of himself he's terrified of, to keep alec safe?