#professional malec

[kasirose]

Shadowhunters filming locations: Part 1/2

A year ago, I decided to try my hand at a bit of photography and went around to a couple filming locations in Toronto. I've seen a couple photographers take photos in this style and it looked fun!

Location: Toronto Distillery District

Part 2

[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.

[khaleesiofalicante]

About the TLND Sequel...

First and foremost, thank you - for all the asks and the kind words. Your messages and ongoing interest mean the world to me, and I genuinely appreciate each and every one of them.

I understand there have been many inquiries about this and I apologize for not being able to respond to all of them individually. I'll address it here instead.

To clarify, what I have is merely an idea— a nucleus scene and some classic music that sparked this whole thing. There's no assurance that it will evolve into a fic. If such a plan materializes, you'll be the first to know.

Some time back, I mentioned an interest in writing about a deeply personal subject— rape/sexual violence. This is a topic I work on (in my professional life) on a daily basis. As you're aware, my writing often aims to educate my audience, in whatever capacity I can. Unfortunately, there are numerous misconceptions surrounding rape/SA, even among survivors, owing to the pervasive misinformation in the world. This is why I wanted to write about it. A story not just touching upon it as a plot point, but delving into it comprehensively. It deserves this kind of attention, I think.

The potential for a sequel, if it happens, would center on Minerva and this challenging theme. I'm fully aware that some readers may find this unsettling, and that's a sentiment I've confronted before. However, this wasn't a conscious decision on my part; rather, it came to me randomly and it felt right. Should a sequel materialize, it would revolve around Minerva (and her family) navigating the journey of healing. I can assure you that, irrespective of the storyline, her parents and siblings will stand by her with unwavering support—a privilege not often granted to survivors.

As I said, it's angsty. But it's also difficult. That's the right word for it, I think. Difficult. It's difficult to read and it's going to be so very difficult to write. Keeping this in mind, I really don't want to go through the bullshit I did last time with TLND where people take sides and get EXTREMELY opinionated on how the characters should react. I';'m not willing to deal with that kind of bullying for a story like this.

Nevertheless, this topic holds profound significance for me. So, I do hope I find the strength to write it. The key thing to me is that this story is affirming. That's an important word/concept we must learn. If we see characters like malec and rafe and max and all our favourites affirming such an experience, I feel like it could be helpful - whether you've been through something like this or not.

You know I never write a sequel if I didn't plan for it in the beginning, but as always, I listen to my characters and not the other way around. So, if this story is adamant and demands to be told, I will of course write it. I don't know when and how, but I will do my best. Until then, please be patient with me.

With love and gratitude, Dani

[electronicdinosaurthing]

About this blog:

Hellooo,

I've been on 3dblr for couple months and now I'm making this blog to hold myself more accountable I think?

If you don't like this just ignore. I'm not giving anyone advice, it's just my life. Also I am NOT professionally diagnosed with anything and I probably do NOT know what I'm taking about. I'm just a girl🫶

Not sure yet what kind of content i will be posting, probably just my thoughts or whatever. (and things wl related)

My DMs are open and feel free to write smth. Just, yk, be a decent human being💜

English is not my first language so sorry about mistakesss

About me:

I'm an (almost) 18yo bisexual💙💜🩷

1 Direction girl 4 LIFE

My most recent obsessions are Bungou Stray Dogs, Batfamily(especially Dick Grayson), Marauders and Shadowhunters(only Malec)

I like playing Stardew Valley and Undertale

Can't finish any of the projects I start🫠

Learning english and german (and latin on Duolingo)

Finishing school next year, I hope I'll make it to university in Computer Science major🤞

If you have any recommendations (books, movies, tv shows, songs) plssss tell me🥹🙏

Measurements:

Height: 161cm

Sw: 66kg

Cw: 58.7kg

Gw1: 61kg

Gw2: 58kg

Gw3: 54kg

Gw4: 50kg

Ugw: 48kg (for now)

[malec-ao3feed]

Pride Tape

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pk1IMm6 by Mandulabogesz Anyone who follows me on Twitter or Instagram knows that I promised a oneshot before my multi-chapter Hockey fic, so those of you who are not familiar with hockey can get to know some terms. I was planning to post this during Pride Month, but life happens and I finished it today. In the first "chapter" I'll just explain a few terms. For those of you who are familiar with hockey, feel free to skip it. The actual fic starts with chapter 2. Have fun. Words: 4128, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Luke Garroway, Clary Fray, Catarina Loss Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane & Alec Lightwood Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hockey, Hochey Player Alec Lightwood, Coach Magnus Bane, Hurt Magnus Bane, The Pride Tape ban in NHL, pride tape, Pride, Falling In Love, First Meetings, gay love story, Happy Ending, Because I Promised You A Fic To Know About The Hockey Terms, Oneshot, Malec AU, Malec, Shadowhunters - Freeform, No beta we are Lightwoods and face the consequences, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, Magnus Bane Is a Nice Thing, Alec Lightwood Is a Nice Thing, Coming Out, Coming Out_Professional Athlete, Hiding, Closeted Character, Closeted Professional Athlete read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pk1IMm6

[lurafita]

Malec WWE AU

Okay, so there was a time when I was a little obsessed with WWE. And for whatever reason, I just remembered that. So, can you picture the guys in a setting like this? Doesn't even have to necessarily be wrestling, maybe more mixed martial arts. But there are cameras backstage and fights and lots of "entertainment". That training fight scene with Alec and Magnus is living rent free in my head and I would just like more of that, you know?

As it always does, my brain went right to "backstory" Mode. -

So, Alec was classicly trained, in a studio, with professional trainers and wrestling and other fighting styles have been practiced in his family for generations and are highly regarded. There is a philosophy to it, a feeling of honor. Alec's parents actually weren’t happy when their son went to the WWE (or MMAE) with his talents, but Alec argued that this might be able to help get the younger generation to look at the sport as something more than bashing each other for the entertainment value of the audience. (And, well, also money. Because while there is a familial wealth to the Lightwood name, Alec would like to be a bit more independent from them. And if he gets famous enough, gets his name out there, maybe he could open up an mma studio where he can then teach kids and adults alike the real sport.)

Magnus comes from a poor background and an even poorer neighborhood. If you didn’t know how to defend yourself, you were prey. When he was old enough to not be turned away by the guards immediately, he started fighting in underground rings for money. Fighting was never anything more for him than a means to make enough money to eat and survive. One night, a fighter manager looking for new talent happens to be at one of those underground rings and sees Magnus. He gets signed almost right away. And just months later, Magnus has money and a measure of security and is rising in fame. Without the worries of his past nibbling at his heels, he lives it up. Make it grand, make it a show, have some fun! Fighting was never fun before. It was survival. But now, Magnus lives.

Alec and Magnus would probably start out as kinda enemies, at least in Alec's mind. Because Alec thinks that Magnus is only in it for the show and the fame and the glory. That he has no respect for the Art as it is. And in a way, he is right. Magnus doesn't respect the art of fighting the way others in their line of work do. He didn’t learn it because he wanted to, but because he needed to. He will never feel the things that Alec does where fighting is concerned. But that doesn’t mean he doesn't have his own version of respect for it.

Once Alec understands that, he is even more in awe of Magnus than he was.

They both grow to learn and understand each other, without having to conform to the other's view. Magnus will never be able to see fighting as something inherently good, but he respects that Alec does. Alec will never see fighting as a mere tool, be he respects that Magnus does.

[foodsies4me]

WIP game

I got tagged by @echo-bleu more than a little while ago because what is time even? (Btw thank you Echo!!!💜) So why not play along. the game is: post the names of the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title of what most intrigued them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. if you want, tag as many people as you have wips.

Well, if you want ridiculous then I’ll show you ridiculous. Here are (some because I have too many WIPs’s at this point to share all of them) the Shadowhunters WIPs I currently have in all their ridiculously titled glory.

the normal ones:

All Was Golden

Of hiding and waiting

Along came a shadowhunter

Meet me in the future, love me in the past

Finding lessons, stealing books

Walk Fight Fashion Baby

The slightly ridiculous ones:

Of spoken words and part two’s missing

Ragnor Professional Trainee-babyshadowhunter Minder thingy

Ragnor’s No Good Very Bad Day

Max’s Unfortunate Adventure_keep_not sure

Untitled Daemon Fic

The actually ridiculous ones (Yes the whole things are the working titles these things are currently saved under. This is them in their complete unadulterated glory):

That Alec birthday fic you didn’t finish

Magnus birthday fic same result

AWG season 2 because plot bunnies suck

Vaguely beauty and the beast inspired

Vaguely beauty and the beast inspired but with Alec this time

FTH - Live your heartbreak, feel my pain too much—Too meh-titles suck

No Alec we’re not proposing chill

AWG Outtakes-why-am-I-keeping-these

Warlock Alec-he has WINGS

Alec saves Raziel and gets a power boost

That one ABO fic I don’t want to write

That one zombie fic I don’t want to write cuz zombies SCARE me-WTF-brain

Why do these OC-s-have so many backdtory-NOBODY cares Lys

Camille being the worst-thats-ASSAULT-also Malec are both big sad

That Alec dies but doesn’t fic-how do I resurrecting him though

Magnus is stuck in limbo an whoooo this is trippy-plot still to be found

Magnus feels unsure months after break up magic back- this is big sad but the boys talk-or not

Tagging people is still scary so I’m going to be tagging the usual suspects (anyone else who wants to participate and sees this from me can join though! I’m just a scaredy-cat) @abyssal-hellcat, @miss-mouse, @to-the-stars-writing and @faejilly

[alecmagnuslwb]

Hiiiiiiiii!!!!

Top 5 Malec moments?? 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

Hi!!!!

I'm fairly certain I've answered this before, but my answers change every time, so here we go 💚

The alleyway scene from the season two finale. Top tier Malec for me. They're both so nervous they've lost each other and they're both so cards on the table to make it right. A little flirty, nice lighting and one of Alec's many blunt love declarations. It has it all. Consistently my favorite scene of theirs.

When Magnus tells Alec about how he killed his stepfather. Alec was ready to invent time travel so he could go back and kill Magnus' stepfather himself.

That stupid little moment before the first downworlders council meeting where they're trying to be "professional"

Magnus' dancing dream sequence. That's how he sees Alec! That's love LOVE!

The scene where Alec is "cooking" dinner. I love everything about the dinner sequence/pre dinner with Maryse, it's so domestic and homey, but the scene in the kitchen is just so fun.

Ask me my top 5/10 anything

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

Hello, you little gremlins🌻

Last year was brutal to put it lightly. It brought too many changes in my life, one after the other and I absolutely detest changes. I’m a creature of habit. I hate changes jjkshsksk.

But as much as 2022 sucked ass, it was one of the most wonderful years I’ve had in terms of one thing. *drum rolls pls*— my writing.

I wrote When The Stars Go Blue a year and 10 days ago. It was a small Malec scene that wouldn’t get out of my head and I thought, I would write this one shot and then that would be the end of story. I wasn’t planning to become a writer. Even though I’ve always been good at writing (academically/professionally), I never thought I could write stories. I did not think my stories would matter. I did not believe that I had anything important to say. But once I started writing, I couldn’t stop. I got ideas after another and there was so much inside of me that I needed to let out—stories about love and pain and trauma and a hundred other things.

I was at the beach yesterday (I finally get a week off jjsksksk yayy) and while I was drenched in water, I felt extremely proud of myself. For finding something that makes me who I am, for pushing myself to take that plunge.

But none of that could have been possible without you. Writers need readers. And I am so eternally grateful to every single one of you. Every ask, comment, gif has meant the world to me. So, thank you for your support and chaotic ramblings and whack-ass theories. For all the love you give to LWSYF, LRHWY, KYIMW, TIOHE, LCBAB, IWABD, YADAB (honourable mention—HIADT lmao).

I am love you all.🤍

One last note, if you want to create something, do it. Create whatever the fuck you want if you think it will save you. Art isn’t just writing or singing or painting. Everything you create is art—be it a paper airplane or a boat. If you’re scared, that’s perfectly fine too—just know that every single one of us is scared. So take the risk. Create and let everything out. Create badly and unapologetically and wholeheartedly.

P. S. Here’s a short clip from the beach. As you all can see, my talents do not lie in photography.

Here’s to another year of love and pain and heartbreak and stories.

Eeshu 🌻

[polarnacht1]

Hi! Character ask game: Jace :)

thank you so much for asking about my baby!

Favorite romantic ship(s): Jalec! They are chosen soulmates, I still feel nothing beats that. Plus they complement each other so perfectly, their chemistry was off the charts in the show, way better than all canon ships together, and did I mention they chose to share their souls? Of course they share their hearts too! I do like Jace with Magnus, or together with Magnus and Alec (though I always have to admit the Malec part in the Malace always feels a bit stretched and not as natural as Jalec or Jagnus)

Favorite platonic dynamic(s): Izzy! I love the two of them together as almost siblings and best friends. In a lot of ways they are a lot alike, and I think that makes a great friendship dynamic

LGBT+ headcanon(s): Jace is bi, and his first love (and last) is Alec, though he has sex before he gets together with Alec. Jace's perception of love is so messed up due to his upbringing it takes him a while to realize that what he feels for Alec is something different than friendship or being Parabatai

Job headcanon (in an AU/or future): In canon I see him as someone who dedicates his life to train young Shadowhunters, in the training room and field - though I also like the book!job he gets where he is the head oft the NY institute, but I like him better as a trainer. In a human AU a professional musician would be nice, or also in the training area - martial arts, karate etc, maybe with bartender as a side job

Animal shifter headcanon: Lizard - not because of the canon events but because of the perfect Jalec lizard pic I found a while ago

Favorite canon thing about them: Jace was raised with so little love, and yet he grew up to be so full of it and ready to give, he's literally ready to sacrifice himself for his loved ones. I love how he hides his vulnerability behind his snark and lets only his chosen person see who he truly is.

Least favorite canon thing about them: I didn't like how he threw all his training and common sense away to run after Clary - it didn't make sense for him as a person, but also not for him as a well trained Shadowhunter - he should have known better than to endanger her and himself and all the others by letting her lead without any training at all.

[steelcityreviews]

REVIEW: CCPAC’S PRODUCTION OF THE ADDAMS FAMILY IS A SPOOKY-OOKY TREAT

(The cast of The Addams Family - Photography by: Haughland Media)

Curtain Call Performing Arts Company (CCPAC) has come far since their first foray into the Hamilton community theatre scene. They have grown substantially as a company and now offer a variety of programming geared toward all age groups and experience levels. Their upcoming season of challenging musical theatre selections suggests high levels of production value and a sense that their skilled company leaders have what it takes to nurture and develop talented individuals of all ages.

For their production of The Addams Family musical, the Advanced Musical Theatre program allows its participants to work toward "putting together a full scale musical production with a more mature storyline."

The company focuses on choreography, character development and vocal skills while also being given a mentoring opportunity from industry professionals who play ensemble roles (in this case, delightful ghostly ancestors) within the show. Despite this not being the full version of the musical (choosing a condensed edition instead), CCPAC's The Addams Family delivers a spooky, ooky musical comedy that showcases their mission statement: a place where everyone, no matter what, belongs.

Immediately upon entering Hamilton Theatre Inc, the atmosphere is awash in classic gothic vibes, complete with creepy sound, fog and lighting effects to establish the mood. As per usual, the lighting design is consistently top notch throughout. The set includes multiple levels (which always benefits the limited staging room at HTI), effective stage dressing and even secret passages which helps us remember what a weird "fun house" feeling the Addams homestead embodies.

We are introduced to the family via loveable father Gomez Addams (portrayed with gusto by Ash Carey) and the story unfolds. Wednesday Addams is all grown up and has met the boy of her nightmares. The problem? He's normal. This sets the main conflict between her parents, ancestors and herself as the two families meet for a dinner party that they'll never forget.

The entire cast is absolutely committed to their character. There are a few instances where the vocal performance doesn't quite match the necessary vocal range requirements but that's where this program shines. It's a learning experience for this company and even in those rare instances, you are left grinning and applauding their efforts.

A few standout performances include the ensemble (Vanessa Barbara, Kat Baranowski, Owen Quinn and Jared Morado) who effortlessly provided set changes, choreographed routines, comedic moments and backup vocals for the major numbers. Three of the four also acted as the program's mentors and bravo to them for their guidance and skill sets. The role of Granny was an unexpected treat thanks to the excellent physical comedy by Genevieve Dent. Fester Addams, played by a hilarious Haleigh Wallace, showed such a sweet side to an otherwise unhinged character and, of course, Wednesday Addams played by Eco Malec whose vocal performance alone was jaw dropping. Let’s see more from this performer please!

It is a shame that the run of this production will be, to pardon the pun, so short-lived. If you have never experienced a CCPAC production, now is the time. I foresee great things from this company and the tutelage and passion from the artistic directors, crew and students will only continue to showcase what astounding talent can be found in the Hamilton area theatre community.

Full company of The Addams Family - Photography by: Haughland Media

[solarisrasa]

All I Could Bring Myself to Want is You pt 11

A Malec fic canon divergent from the moment Alec hands the Family Ring back to Maryse Lightwood.

Read it here on Ao3

part ten

Meredith stepped closer to Underhill as a patrol came through, Rodriguez going out of his way to glare at her. Since the night she’d spent with Magnus Bane the attitude of her fellow Shadowhunters had grown colder. Most of them were still civil but the warm welcome she’d received when she’d first arrived from Idris appeared to have been rescinded.

“Underhill?” She asked, gently.

He was one of the people who had kept the same cool professionalism between them and had still been willing to talk to her for things outside of patrols and reports. He was also her superior so it hadn’t done a lot for the growing loneliness.

“Rembrand.” He nodded at her, gaze returning to the screen he was watching and she cleared her throat.

“Have I...did I break a rule?”

He sighed, “Meredith. I’m not really the person who should be having this conversation with you.”

“So I did. I thought it was  fine . Are we only allowed to spend the night with Downworlders if we’re dating them? Is that it? Or is Magnus a bad guy or something?”

She knew her questions were ridiculous but she had tried to think of another explanation and come up blank.

“No, to all of that. I’ve asked Isabelle to intercede on your behalf, but she’s been busy the last few days. Hopefully once she can address the issue things will get better for you here.”

Meredith huffed, “I still don’t know what I  did.”

Underhill looked uncomfortable but at least he was finally facing her properly, “You’re new and Magnus...he’d been missing a while so no one thought to warn any of the transfers. Hell, most people had some idea at least, there was enough gossip that spread after Alec’s wedding.”

Meredith opened her mouth, confused, Alec wasn’t married, was he? Underhill held up a hand.

“It’s a long story, but the important thing is just...Alec and Magnus were together. Things ended between them with a lot of complications that are their business, but neither of them wanted to break up.”

“If they weren’t together then why?”

“Meredith, Alec was going to ask Magnus to marry him. Whatever happened between them? It’s a large part of why Alec stepped down and you stepped right into the middle of Magnus’ return because you didn’t know.”

She stared at him. She didn’t know Alexander Lightwood well, but she could guess what Underhill hadn’t explicitly said. Magnus was the love of Alec’s life and likely a major player in the affair with Valentine. When she’d first transferred she’d been surprised at how withdrawn Alec and Jace, heroes by all accounts, were. Suddenly a lot of things were making sense.

“I-”

She stuttered to a stop because walking across ops, looking lighter than he had in an age and accompanied by his parabatai, a woman who could only be Clary Fray, and Magnus Bane, was Alec Lightwood.

“Sir.” Underhill nodded, unable to hide his smile.

“Andrew! Is lovely Isabelle in her office?” Magnus swayed closer and Meredith wanted to hide, especially as eyes landed on her.

-

Magnus cursed internally but still smiled at the girl,  Meredith . It wasn’t her fault that he’d made extraordinary poor choices that night.

Alexander had gone tense beside him and Andrew kept looking between them as he slowly answered, “She is. Simon is with her, excited to see Clary.”

Magnus nodded and made his decision. He turned, tipping his head at Alec toward the office and watching hazel eyes as they searched his face. Alexander’s gaze darted briefly to Meredith and Jace jolted forward a step, harsh lines set in his face. Alec caught his brother’s chest with the back of his hand, eyes locked on Magnus.

“Magnus and I will follow. Jace take Clary.”

Jace cut a glare at the poor girl before catching Clary’s hand and leading her away, leaving Underhill to tactfully remove himself from the group. Magnus did so love the man's ability to read a room.  

Meredith, the poor thing, looked between the two of them with wide eyes and a pinched mouth.

“I was...I was just told that I really  fucked up.” She said, her voice tight, and Magnus winced.

“No.” Alec took a breath, “You didn’t know, Meredith and we weren’t...we-”

Magnus hated watching Alexander try to absolve her, he could see how, confronted by her, it hurt him.

“It was my choice to approach you and I’m sorry, I wasn’t in a good place when I saw you that night. I am old enough to know better than to spread my problems to others.” Magnus tried to make sure she understood that this was on him.

She nodded slowly, but her focus was on Alexander.

“If I’d known, sir, I never would have taken the offer. I understand if you want me to transfer-”

Magnus frowned, “I know business and pleasure never mix well, but I doubt anyone expects you to uproot your life here just because I made a mess.”

Meredith shifted, uncomfortable and looked to Alec again, but he was staring through her more than really seeing. She appeared to brace herself, “Mr., uhm, Mr. Bane? It’s a kind of a big deal to everyone. Getting involved with someone another Nephilim is or was seriously involved with...there’s steps that are supposed to be taken first and it’s generally frowned on. I’ve been getting a lot of...well there’s been a lot of ill-will since you took me home and I didn’t know why until I asked Mr. Underhill.”

Magnus stared at her and slowly turned to Alexander. His love was looking straight ahead, jaw locked tight, but he nodded his confirmation and Magnus pulled a breath in through his nose. He really had made quite the mess.

“Alright...alright then. Okay. How do I fix it?”

Meredith gave him a gentle, sheepish smile, “You  can’t. Mr. Lightwood can, maybe, help a little but I think it’s just going to take time if I stay here, although Ms. Lightwood  might be able to stop people from switching out of my patrol group and-”

Alec made a low noise, “That’s ridiculous.”

Meredith looked surprised, “Well, I did break a major social rule, sir.”

“I’ll talk to Izzy and I’ll do what I need to so that it doesn’t further affect your career. You won’t need a transfer though, I’m no longer assigned to this Institute.”

Meredith blanched at that and Alexander quickly explained, “I’ve accepted the office of the Inquisitor. The formal announcement has been pushed back at my request.”

Magnus sighed, watching as the assertion only made her look smaller.

“I truly apologize for the position I’ve put you in with my recklessness. We will do everything we can to correct it.”

“Thank you.” Her voice was a whisper but Alec just nodded and turned away from her, leaving Magnus to offer her a gentle smile and hurry after him.

He caught Alec’s shoulder in the hallway outside of Isabelle’s office, “Alexander.”

“I’m fine Magnus, just-” Alec swallowed hard enough Magnus could hear it, “I didn’t want to face her again. I was trying to forget, I guess, that she happened. Another Shadowhunter.”

Alexander didn’t raise his voice, just sounded even and tired, but the words might as well have been shouted for how they twisted Magnus up inside. He remembered the bright joy that Alexander had tried to hide, once.

  “So, I’m your first Shadowhunter?”

Magnus had never meant to find another, especially not as number 1702. He clasped Alexander’s hands between his, waiting until his love faced him properly.

“I wanted to hurt you. I was still angry that night and I lashed out, in a way, by sleeping with her and I will never know how to apologize, but I hope, in time, I can right that wrong.” He tightened his hold, looking down, uncertain how to continue.

“Magnus.”

Alexander’s voice made him look up and despite the pain that lingered in his eyes, Magnus found a well of love and forgiveness too.

“I won’t say that the things that have happened don’t hurt because that would be a lie, but we’ve both made enough mistakes, I won’t make another one by holding this against you. It’s resolved, I just need to take steps to prevent our mess from affecting someone else any further.”

“Alexander I-”

Alec untangled their hands but then his large, warm palms were cradling Magnus’ chin, one hand sliding to curl behind his neck and tug gently.

Magnus followed as he was led carefully to Alexander’s lips. They stood in the hallways of the New York Institute, a place that had seen many of Magnus’ worst moments. This would not be one of them.

Alexander kissed him like he was pressing the grace of forgiveness to Magnus’ sinning mouth. The soft press of his lips, the slow stroke of his thumb over Magnus’ cheek, and the warmth of his body as they curved together left no room for anything but their love. Magnus made a soft sound in the back of his throat, fingers curling around one of Alec’s shoulders and his wrist as he folded into his love.

At the sound Alexander licked into his mouth, gentle in his movements and Magnus gasped softly. Alec tilted his head with a press of his wide hand and stepped into Magnus further, making him shift back until Alexander was kissing him against the wall.

Magnus knew they should stop.

Alexander parted from him just enough to breathe his name into the space between their lips and Magnus couldn’t bear to stop him when he leaned back in.

He lost all sense of time to the whisper of Alexander’s kisses and the heat of his body. It was unhurried and gentle enough that Magnus wondered if he wasn’t unmade in the dim light.

Eventually Alexander stopped them, rubbing his thumb over Magnus’ swollen lower lip, eyes following the trail of it.

“We’re late.”

Magnus hummed, trying to sway back into Alec’s space. Alec stopped him with the firm pressure of his thumb against his mouth and Magnus blinked before nipping it slightly.

“After this, we’re locking ourselves in the loft together.”

Alexander laughed as he drew back enough to let Magnus get his bearings again, “I won’t argue that.”

-

Alec felt more centered as he knocked lightly on the door to his sister’s office. Magnus was smiling a little dazedly beside him and he was  very pleased.

Simon opened the door and grinned at them before his eyes widened, “Oh.  Wow.”

“What?” Jace tugged the door further open, took one look at the two of them, and rolled his eyes, “I’ll sleep elsewhere I guess.”

Magnus snorted, “I’ll soundproof your room Aurora.”

The tendril of unease that had crept into their bond at the thought of being apart for the night dissipated and Jace grinned, but there was gratitude in his eyes.

“Alright, too much information!” Clary called and Simon finally stepped out of the way so they could come into the room.

Izzy was sitting with Clary by the fireplace and she grinned up at Alec and Magnus as they came in. Alec just rolled his eyes and the wicked gleam in her eyes.

“You’re all insufferable.”

“Aw, c’mon, you missed this.”

He grumbled as he found a seat, tugging Magnus to sit pressed close to him. Jace took the floor between Alec and Clary and Simon fell into the other open seat beside Izzy.

“I was just talking to Clary about her coming to train between her classes, for now.”

Alec was surprised, “Do you think you’ll stay in school?”

Clary shrugged, “I don’t know right now, I guess it depends on what I feel like once I have all my memories back and sorted, but I don’t want to be totally reliant on the shadow world again, just in case.”

Magnus leaned forward, “That sounds like a great plan. Just remember, you have a very wealthy patron, if you ever need one.”

Clary blushed a little but laughed along with the others. Alec sighed slowly and relaxed, finding his footing here, with his family again. He watched Jace and Simon sass each other, Magnus easily egging them both on, and Clary and Izzy whisper together.

“Don’t you look like the cat who caught the canary.”

Alec blinked, registering that Magnus was grinning at him.

“I don’t eat birds.” He tried to keep a confused expression but a raised eyebrow from Magnus made him lose it, laughing.

“Just admit you’re a giant sap Alec, it’d be easier than grumbling about everything.” Jace drawled, leaning against Clary’s shin. Alec flipped him off.

Jace returned the gesture easily and opened his mouth to continue but Simon cut him off.

“Dude, do you have a tattoo?”

“What!?” Izzy leaned over to see and Jace held out his arm, smirking. His eyes were soft though and Alec felt the warmth in their bond. Magnus’ mark meant a lot to him.

“Nah, I’ve just been denoted special by  someone.” Jace nodded toward Magnus who winked.

“Us warlocks do like to lay claim to things and people that are ours.” He flicked his fingers, “Lovely Isabelle?”

She blinked and Alec could see the wetness in her eyes. After Catarina had Marked him he knew Izzy had done research, she knew what this meant.

“Really?”

Magnus smiled, gently, “You’re family, little sister.”

Alec swallowed the lump Magnus’ words put in his throat, watching Izzy slide out of her chair and kneel in front of Magnus.

“Is here...can you put it here?” She touched the spot under her collarbone, above her heart, and Magnus nodded.

“If you don’t want it seen, it won’t be.” He touched her skin and the same tree shape appeared but with tiny blooms on the tips instead of the triangle of Jace’s. Izzy raised her hand to cover the mark and then threw herself into Magnus’ arms, elbow hitting Alec.

“Ouch.”

“Suck it up!” Izzy said, laughing even as he patted his arm in apology.

“No offense, Biscuit, Sherman, but-”

Simon held up his hands, “We aren’t there yet, man, I get it.”

Clary nodded along, her eyes wet as she watched Izzy return to her seat, touching the mark with a little smile. Alec’s heart almost hurt for how full it was.

Actually.

He winced, the warm feeling was growing uncomfortable and he shifted, frowning. The heat that had started as more of the nebulous joy in his chest was becoming physical and burning.

Jace’s gaze zeroed in and the conversation that had resumed cut off as he jerked closer, “Alec?”

“It’s fine, just-nnn” The burn sharpened and he closed his eyes, pressing his hand over the Betrayer Mark.

“Alexander?” Magnus sounded worried but Alec couldn’t answer him as the pain increased.

“His Mark.” Jace spat, grabbing at his shirt.

“What’s wrong with him?” Clary’s voice was high with concern.

“It’s-Ah!” Alec hissed and then Jace was shoving his shirt out of the way.

Magnus swore and then he was gone, the sound of a portal the only thing Alec registered.

“Where’s he going?” Simon.

“Probably for help.” Izzy, her hands pressed into Alec’s ribs, cool in comparison to the fire in his core.

Another portal, he couldn’t make it out though he forced his eyes open, the room a haze of color.

“What’s happening?” Jace’s voice was a growl and Alec isn’t surprised to hear Catarina answer.

“The Mark, it...I placed it with a secondary effect. It denotes him a traitor but it also was meant to hurt him if he ever found peace again. I was so angry with him and I wasn’t thinking clearly,” something cool was washing over him, “I’m sure, with some of you around, it never healed at all, trying to harm him for what little peace you brought him. My guess is that he really, truly felt whole with you all here and it activated the curse.”

“Remove it.” Magnus’ voice was the edge of a blade, razor sharp and cold as steel.

“I am.” Catarina nearly whispered.

The cool feeling centered over the bright star of pain in his core and slowly drew it out, leaving Alec unfocused and gasping where he was slumped in his seat. He gasped and scrambled for his chest as soon as he could, ignoring the voices around him.

The skin that had been irritated and raised with the mark was smooth and soft again. He pressed his fingers against it, staring down at himself.

The mark had meant something to him. He’d clung to the way it hurt him, to the things it represented, the betrayal of his own heart and of Magnus, of all the people who had counted on him to be  better than he was.

Finally, he looked up at Catarina.

“Thank you.”

She flinched, “I never should have done it.”

Alec shook his head, “I needed it.”

There was a chorus of denial but he held up a hand, “I didn’t want you to take it back because...I needed it to remind me of my failures and because I saw it as penance. Without it I don’t know where I would have found those things. So, thank you for giving it to me,” the horror that was dawning in her and Magnus doesn’t stop him, “and thank you for coming to take it away now that I won’t...I won’t need it.”

“ Alec.”

He didn’t look at Jace, “I, for one, am sick of everything that’s happened lately, so maybe we can make this the last big thing?”

“You all need so much fucking therapy.” Catarina finally said and the tension in the room snapped.

Magnus fell back into his seat, curling an arm around Alec. Jace smacked his knee but their bond was lit with concern and love. Izzy bent to kiss his forehead and he laughed as Simon and Clary both tried to scoot closer.

“Don’t worry Cat, way ahead of you. Tell Madzie hi, will you?”

She scoffed in disbelief, “Oh no, you can tell her hi when you come visit. I owe you at  least a good dinner.”

Alec grinned, “Ethiopian?”

“Yes, and don’t beam at me like you weren’t just delirious with pain. Magnus, get him home, I’m ordering you two to  properly take your vacation now.” She glared at them both and Alec had to suppress another laugh. She wasn’t wrong though, his chest still ached.

“Clary’ll stay with us!” Simon chimed in, clearly overjoyed to have his best friend back in the circle. Jace rolled his eyes but gave Alec a little nod and he knew it would be alright to leave them for a while.

“See you at home?” Magnus asked and Jace blinked at him in surprise before his expression softened.

“Yeah. Yeah I’ll be in around sundown. Go make this stubborn asshole,” he jerked his chin at Alec, “rest.”

“Well, darling, I think we’d better get out of here before someone forces it.” Magnus winked at him and Alec rolled his eyes.

“Goodbye collective pain’s in the ass.” Alec gave them all a little wave and let Magnus tug him through a portal to the sound of Izzy’s ringing laugh.

Part twelve

[alexanderlightweight]

Hi for the Wednesday prompts, i know we like to rag on Jace, but I've been thinking about the parabatai oath, specifically: your people are my people.

Could you write something where Jace and Alec are both protective of each other's significant other.

Malec obvi, but Jace doesn't have to be with Clary. And if you don't want to write Jace, maybe Alec is parabatai with Lydia instead.

Thanks, you're one of my fave SH writers, i always smile reading your stories!

okay i'm gonna admit, i did not use jace or lydia. i used my own very personally beloved oc, Mirai Lakecastle. Her mother was an active shadowhunter who made to retirement without retiring first for politics. which is, a big deal. she's older than alec and could run an institute however she doesn't want to deal with the politics of being 1st in command and enjoys being second. that is an amazing compliment and i hope you enjoy this!

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“Parabatai,” Mirai mutters as she drags Alec’s half-conscious form down the shadows of the alley, “more like pain-in-the-ass-my-soul-is-tied to.”

“Love you too.” Alec mumbles, like he didn’t just completely ignore protocols to protect Mirai over himself.

“I’m your second!” she reminds him, “I go first. We promised that, remember.”

“Not ‘m second yet.” Alec grumbles back, still grouchy despite the bloodloss and poisoning, “you haven’t been promoted.”

Mirai snarls as she gets her strength rune activated and then hauls Alec over her shoulder, his stupidly big body nearly touching the floor on either side of where he’s draped over her body.

“I should have stolen your protein when we grew up.” She gripes, even though she’s normally the one forcing food on Alec, “kept you smaller when I realized how lanky you were going to get. How do you expect me to drag your ass out of things like this? You’re the one supposed to be picking me up like a pillow and running for safety.”

“You’d miss your mom’s birthday, if was you. My peopl', your peopl'. Your mine.” He mumbles, his lack of awareness probably why he even admits it and Mirai grits her teeth and runs faster, swearing to Raziel that someday, she’s going to remember this and get her revenge.

Alec sighs and pinches his nose, “not that I’m upset with you protecting Magnus. I’m just a little confused about how it came to, this.” He waves to where his parabatai is lying, a smug smirk on her tired but pain free face.  As soon as she learned what happened, Catarina had shown up and healed Mirai, refusing any payment and only giving Alec and his parabatai a considering look as she left. Which means that Mirai is fine and on magical drugs, even if she’ll still be bedridden for a day or two.

“Oh, you mean why did I bodily throw myself in front of him instead of trusting him to be able to dodge?” Mirai asks with a smirk and Alec is just sure something is about to bite his ass. “Because even if he’d been fine, he would have probably been injured or exhausted.”

“Yeah, but Magnus is my priority.” Alec is confused because while Magnus is important to him and Mirai respects that and their relationship, she’s never seemed to be overly caring of Alec’s private life. They are parabatai so that they can run the Institute smoothly and give their people the best leaders possible. Mirai cares about him and he about her, but they’ve always tried to keep a professional line between them and who they care about.

“It’s your anniversary tonight. I couldn’t let him miss it.”

Alec stares as Mirai gets the last word in and then shuts her eyes, slipping into sleep as Alec watches her.

—

“You little shit.” Alec murmurs and Mirai has to work to keep her lips from twitching and giving herself away. “That was six years ago, I can’t— no I can. You’re ridiculous enough that you’d do that.” He laughs a little wetly and he pauses and very carefully, presses his lips to her forehead in a display of affection that they rarely express with each other. Not because they don’t care, but because it’s easier to act like Commander and second than parabatai when the world throws so many hurdles at them. Caring is a danger and while Alec has exposed himself for Magnus, Mirai keeps herself apart and protected for a reason.

Someday she’ll die. Probably — hopefully she thinks selfishly — before Alec.

Because Alec needs a parabatai he can survive without if the worst happens and Mirai and he have always done their best to toe the line of someone close enough to share a soul with, but also a warrior they can send out to die. Like every time Mirai doesn’t go into battle in Alec’s stead, she’s not risking a piece of him, like Alec isn’t protecting a piece of her. Alec agreed to that burden, to risk having a part of his soul lost forever and Mirai will kill herself before she suffers being the last of their pair to go.

“Thank you.” Alec whispers against her curls, “for protecting my heart, Mirai.”

He leaves and Mirai opens her eyes, silent tears leaking from the corners and she smiles at the ceiling, “always, parabatai, your people are my people.” She whispers to the silence and she knows that even when its the most painful thing they’ve ever felt, neither will ever regret their bond.

The sacrifice they made, for the betterment of those who followed them and laid down their lives.

[khaleesiofalicante]

LANCE IS A GIRL'S DAD, LANCE IS A GIRL'S DAD, MY LIFE IS COMPLETE

I will literally never shut up about this! Lance calling her princess too? OR QUEEN? Like Theia is his princess but Rory is his queen??Lance taking his two princesses out and spoiling them? Lance playing piano for little Rory and Theia watching from the door? Theia and Lance enrolling Rory in a music school? Rory wanting to be a professional pianist because of Lance and David?? Someone insulting Lance because he is blind in school and Rory punching them just like Max taught her? And Max with Lance being super proud and David and Theia scolding them but secretly approving?? Rory having Lance wrapped around her little finger? Lance being super protective of her and not wanting her anywhere near another boy? Saying "I've been a teenage boy Theia, they're all fucking cunts". And when she comes out as a lesbian, it's the happiest day of his life? Until her first girlfriend shows up and he freaks out just as bad? Theia finding it hilarious? And sending Mavid videos? And Max teasing the hell out of Lance?

RORY WITH ARTHUR? Going on shopping dates? Arthur spoiling her with make up and stuff? Rory being super sweet like Theia and super cunty when necessary like Lance? But also a heart of gold like Arthur? And loving animals? And wanting to adopt every one she sees? And Lance scolding Arthur?

Mavid with a little girl?!?! David braiding her hair and Max teaching her how to swim? And she looks up to them so much? Like she is her grandparents little girl? Mavid moving to New York again? And Malec loving the little girl that brought them their Blueberry back? Mavid as grandparents??!

ARTHUR AND CAMI fighting over who is Rory's favourite?? Spoiling her to death? Rory being a little shit and saying her favourite will be the one to give her a sibling (Lightwood-Banes are not meant to be only children). And Arthur and Cami trying to convince Theia and Lance to have a second child? Rafael succeeding and becoming her favourite? Max being absolutely vivid?

Lance asking Rafael for advice on how ro raise a little girl? Them being closer like Max and Cami? Rory wanting a little brother like her dad's brother? Her crying the first night they bring her home and it's a girl? Max being the only one who could calm her down? Telling her that being an older sibling is the best? That Rafael is one of the best things in his life and he wouldn't trade him for the whole world? Rory looking at her younger sister and falling instantly in love? Them becoming the new Arthur and Lance?

Rory is the best thing that has ever happened in this world and she's not even born yet. I am absolutely in love with her. She is my favourite character, no one can convince me otherwise.

Have fun on your vacation! Sending happy thoughts and good vibes💛🌼

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Not you creating a whole universe/fic based off a name 🥺🥺🥺 we love to see this kind of behavior 😎😎😎

I know these are headcanons but they are so spot on 😍😍😍 Also, I’d like to add that Kincaid teaches Rory how to ride horses and Lance is like “are you trying to kill her omg??!”

Also - she does have a little sister? How tf did you even know that bro 😭😭

Also, Rory is straight. I’m sorry, sapphics. Please forgive me 😔😔

Also this is her bye (also I love you)

[constantfluxx]

The Children of Flames, Ch 15: Poisonous Friend

As Magnus approached Gemini, he started to understand what Alec meant when he'd called the young children his "fan club." The closer he got, the more he realized they were frozen not in fear or shyness but simply because even a tiny wave might rapidly spiral out of control into an endless stream of ecstatic energy. He sucked in a small breath, for once not entirely sure how to best approach these young, fascinated and equally fascinating minds. "Hello there," he finally landed on, feeling a bit lame about it. He extended his hand, his rings glinting gently in the morning's rays. "My name's—"

"Magnus Bane!" Naia squeaked. Her own words appeared to surprise her, and as soon as she'd spoken she withdrew back into herself.

Beside her, Jimmy receded as well, his wide eyes flickering from ring to glittering ring. Suddenly, they snapped up to meet Magnus's eyes, and he blurted, "Show me!"

"Cut it out!" Malina snapped from her perch upon the couch's armrest. "Be nice."

Magnus shook his head and wove his hand at Malina. "No, no, it's alright," he reassured. He remembered Max, and the way he'd made the same request - the unabashed and insatiable curiosity of children never ceased to amaze him. Of course, unlike with Alec's little brother, Jimmy looked sooner anxious than judgmental, sooner begging than demanding. As he'd done with Max, he lifted a finger and chuckled, "I only show them to my closest friends!"

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[lurafita]

Piece of dialoge that I would put in a reverse Malec au

As the title states, this is basically me writing down a kinda scene that's swimming around in my head.

it is definitely a story I want to write, but I'm not sure about my ability to write it. However, this one scene, though not fleshed out and pretty much just dialoge at the moment, made me want to type it up and share it with people who might enjoy it. Pairing: Magnus/Alec Lots of friendships and some background pairings that aren't depicted in this scene. Reverse!verse with Shadowhunter!Magnus and Warlock!Alec (as well as other known downworlders being shadowhunters and shadowhunters being downworlders.) I don't think any content warnings apply, as it is really just a scene with dialoge between Alec and Magnus, in which Magnus does most of the talking. Its main purpose is to portray the type of Shadowhunter I believe Magnus would be.

Alec: “You confuse me.”

Magnus, flirting: “In a good way, I hope.”

Alec, agitated: “You say you want to work your way up to a position of power in Idris. Become Inquisitor or Consul one day. Yet you act uncaring about the risk to your life that every new mission poses, and spit in the face of almost all of the Clave’s rules and regulations. I have lived for centuries, and in that time I have met many of your kind. You are… you confuse me.”

Magnus, smiling but contemplative: “I like being a Shadowhunter. Fighting against the forces of evil, protecting those that can’t protect themselves, helping those who need it. Working and training with Raphael and Catharina and Dot and Ragnor. Teaching Simon and watching him grow into his talents, though if you tell him I said that I will deny it. I truly, honestly, love these parts of my life. But I’m not blind to the Clave’s - and Shadowhunters’ as a whole, I guess - many shortcomings and failings. The Clave, our teachings and philosophies are far from perfect, and some are downright unjust. They are so very stuck in their ways and stagnant about the law, they carry prejudice and bigotry at their very center.

"Even after the circle, even after the uprising and the many little and big changes this whole world has gone through, Shadowhunters appear almost allergic to change. Non-heterosexual relationships still are discouraged and looked down upon by many, especially those of higher standings. Relationships with downworlders that aren’t purely professional are just one step above being forbidden, and if it weren’t for the accords, I have no doubt that the Clave would try to imprison anyone who engages in those. "I want to change this. As much as I can. But I won’t do it by playing by the very rules I wish to overthrow. I’m the son of a traitor, but I’m loyal to our mission. I’m openly bisexual, but I’m the best of my generation. I’m friends with more downworlders than most members of the Clave have met in their lifetime and have even dated some of them, and me and my team are still the ones other institutes call upon when they need back up.

"I don’t care about the obstacles the Clave will try to put into my way, or how much they turn up their noses. I will rise up the ranks one day and earn a position that enables me to make things better for the next generation, both Shadowhunters and Downworlders. And I will do it wearing fancy clothes and glittery make-up, proudly proclaiming any relationships I may have as loudly as I need to. I will prove to them that our world needs to change, and that it won’t collapse because a woman is leading an institute without a husband by her side, or because a male Shadowhunter is in a relationship with a male Downworlder. And while I may act a bit blasé about the dangers of my job, I’m not naive to the reason as to why many Shadowhunters die young. "But by the angel, as long as I live, I will walk this path towards change, and I won’t compromise who I am as I walk it.”

Then Alec looking at Magnus a little starstruck and awed.

And Magnus suddenly being a little uncomfortable going: “Phew, that was a lot of far too serious talk. What say you we go out for a drink? I know a great club in the city!”