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[lawsofchaos1]

Malec Promptlet: Undercover!Circle Soulmate AU

Alec is the eldest son and the acknowledged heir of two prominent, highly-ranked Circle members that are openly known to have recanted Valentine’s ideology in name only. When Robert and Maryse begin leaving the Institute in Alec’s care when he’s fourteen it becomes clear that Alec isn’t relying on his bloodline alone and is going to be an immensely powerful member of the Clave in his own right. 

The Circle would be utterly foolish not to recruit the Shadowhunter who is absolutely certain to become the next Head of the New York Institute. Especially when it becomes evident that the Shadowhunters of the New York Institute would lay down their lives happily for their beloved young leader. Whichever way Alec turns in this war, so too will New York. 

By the time Alec is 22, he has gained complete control and his full investiture as Head. He is brutally competent, ruthless in the protection and training of his people, and, beyond all else, utterly without prejudice in his application of the Law.

The Circle, misreading Alec's motivation entirely, sees what they believe to be their way in. In truth, Alec despises applying the Law as it is written, hating how unequal it treats the Downworld. His rise up the ranks in the Clave's legal qualification system far surpasses the requirements of his position and sets the stage for him to have authority to assist in changing the laws themselves. The Circle believes it to be with the goal of further subjugating the Downworld, just as Maryse and Robert would have taught their eldest son and heir.

And so Alec, deep in the midst of researching the legal permissions that would be necessary to lawfully establish a Downworld Council, instead receives a recruitment offer from Valentine. Valentine, whom the entire Shadow World believes dead.

The resulting meeting with Caleb Sunshade, the Head of Alec's Intelligence Department, results in a streak of oaths that leave Alec with his brows raised, impressed despite himself at Caleb's creativity.

Caleb, and all Caleb's people, absolutely despise Alec's plan. But, two days and far too few hours of sleep later, they agree his plan has the best shot of achieving their aims. The damage Alec could do to the Circle with full access and proof of their activities is beyond anything the Clave has managed in the past decade.

So Alec goes undercover in the Circle to bring them down, maintaining a hard-won balance between gaining their trust without being forced into the very acts he's sworn himself to stop. (Caleb and his people certainly earn their overtime the months Alec's plan is in action.)

However, one cold December day, Valentine summons Alec to his ship to assist in interrogating his latest batch of prisoners. Alec makes short conversation with the 'welcoming crew', never so grateful as to be known across the Shadow World for his lack of care for social niceties. No one expects him to be friendly, focused as he is on a task, and he escapes the Circle members on the deck quickly to walk the familiar path to the brig.

He eyes the guards on the doors as he passes, scowling at their care in searching even him before being granted entry. This is the only prison he's yet to find a means for subtly ensuring the occupant's escape and it galls him. But, this is where Valentine makes his home and the security unfortunately matches the importance.

Only one cell is occupied and Alec moves to it swiftly. His stele is drawn to let himself in, the prisoners always secured to the wall in double surety, but he pauses the moment his eyes meet the warlock's gaze within.

The warlock is fiercely angry, cat-eyes luminous in loathing, and Alec is helpless but to shudder in a breath at the sudden agony emblazoning itself across his chest. Magnus, the warlock is Magnus Bane, Alec knows the mark of his city's High Warlock, is ethereal in his rage even as he hunches his shoulders inward to ward off the same pain he shares with Alec. With his soulmate.

The world goes quiet in Alec's ears, his pulse rushing as he feels their souls merge, feels their sigils branding over each other's hearts, linking them together in an indelible, unbreakable bond. Alec has prayed to Raziel since he was a child that one day he would feel such joy, meet his fated, has grown to believe with every year older that perhaps he wasn't meant for love, only for rule, and here, finally he has found his dearest and... and Alec is standing in front of him, unbound, in Valentine's prison.

"Shadowhunter," Magnus snarls, horror and despair in his eyes.

Alec swallows shattered glass, a slowly growing grief welling in his chest. He doesn't whisper the endearments he'd so carefully planned as a child, the years he'd believed his Fated to be merely around the next corner. He doesn't move to release Magnus' chains and draw him into his arms.

Alec is ice-carved and brittle as he forces down the bond he wants beyond everything else in this life and spits out, "Warlock."

To acknowledge that anything has occurred in the sight of Valentine's guards is death, and the sudden, cruel smirk in Magnus' eyes means he knows the brutal edge of that blackmail will cut both their throats if he lets it.

The grief in Alec's chest solidifies, piercing through any hope that Alec had thought to hold close to his heart those few, precious seconds before reality set in. There is nothing he can say, nothing he can do that will allow him to shelter in his soulmate's love.

His own mother had told Alec he didn't deserve the Angel's gift, and he'd been foolish to believe otherwise, if not perhaps for the same reasons as Maryse. His people have done too much harm, have spread too much hate and Alec, trying as is to do good, is nowhere near enough to offset that balance.

His soulmate will hate him. Even if Alec can tell him one day that there is a reason beside spycraft that he refuses to wear the Circle's rune, he is too dirtied by what he's done for peace to ever be accepted.

So when Magnus leans close to him in the midst of the upcoming interrogation, keeping just soft enough his whisper doesn't carry beyond Alec's hearing, Alec flinches at every vicious word when Magnus hisses, "A monster for a monster."

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[INSERT HAPPY ENDING HERE with mutual forgiveness and the schmoopy, happy Immortal Husbands we all love.]

[After copious Alec-angst of him believing he's utterly undeserving of a soulmate, especially one so beautiful and kind and strong and perfect as Magnus, and also Magnus-angst of him dealing with believing that his soul's match is a Circle member after eight hundred years of waiting. Cat and Ragnor have tried so hard to convince Magnus that he isn't a monster after what his childhood and parentage proved him capable of, but he dares them to argue against it now. Also, we all know I am a SUCKER for Significant Kneeling and the reveal of Alec not, in fact, being a Circle member seems like a GREAT time for a little Significant Kneeling if you catch my visual drift there.]

[lawsofchaos1]

from my bits and bytes folder:

I want a scene with Alec kneeling at Magnus' feet at some point and Magnus is getting slightly worried that he has so much power over Alec and Alec hates it because he wants Magnus to have that power and Alec says something along the lines of "Let me be the dagger in your hand, Magnus, wield me as you need me, please.”

Alec is powerful- he's the by far the most powerful Shadowhunter in New York not just because of his own combat skills, but also his political prowess and, more importantly, the absolute loyalty of every resident of his Institute. 

But, Alec has always been raised to see his power as only as good as what it's sworn too. The Clave intended for that to be them, but Alec has other plans. He refuses to have a master in the racist fools that want to kill his soulmate. If power is only as good as it's master, he's going to have the best master.

collection of posts for a very specific dynamic

[phoenixwrites]

I’ve decided I’m opening my inbox up to older Erica prompts, preferably Dusterica.

Have at it!

[alexanderlightweight]

Hullo! I hope all is well in the household and I hope Nightshade is getting all the (undoubtedly well-deserved) scritches and nose boops they deserve! :)

I've been happily re-reading a lot of your fic recently - I *adore* your writing and the dynamic you create between Alec and Magnus. I don't care what the plot is- I'll read anything you write because I know the characterization is going to be *chef's kiss* amazing!

After your fantabulous sentinel/guide promptlet that just posted, I went to re-read 'fire in his veins', your sentinel/guide AU on a03, and omg this section in particular just made me stop and live in the moment before continuing (I hope that makes sense outside my head). >> He has no right to defend himself and they both know it.  

He would apologize, but he would have to mean it. He would have to be sincerely sorry and he isn’t.  

He stays silent.  

For the first time in his life he faces death and regrets that life might end.

There is a low snarl, an enraged noise and he closes his eyes.  Acceptance is in every line body as he relaxes to meet his fate and a hot, rough tongue catches across his cheek as it brushes away a tear he didn’t realize he’d shed.  <<

If you have the dreamling for anything more in the sentinel/guide AU, whether 'fire in his veins' or 'gladiolus', I would very much love to read it :)

(no preference on nsfw/sfw)

ty!! it seems to be a steadying time finally? maybe? I feel like every time I say that something bad happens lol so I hesitate

Nightshade is getting all of the cuddles and noseboops and treats and had been very spoiled as of late. I mean he's always spoiled but we found some beef cheek rolls he loves and they make him super happy and help with his teeth which is nice!

i hope you are doing well and well, here is a very rare pov, one i'm not sure i've done before but I might have. uh, so I realize it could have easily been missed. part of why it was so easy for Alec to detach from the clave is because currently, aldertree is in charge. aldertree just isn't a guide/sentinel and has no way of legally blocking a powerful sentinel from visiting a place technically in his territory. Alec is also technically in a very odd position because Aldertree needs him around but also can't give him too much power because then no one will actually listen to aldertree. so I hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

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heartbeat like fire

Aldertree reads the message and then the official file attached to it one more time before he sighs, sitting back at his chair and wondering just how he’s going to spin this latest outcome.  There aren’t many choices left to him and the more time that passes, the more his options become limited.

It would be one thing if he could cover it up, but Alec Lightwood didn’t just send his resignation to Aldertree, he sent it to the Clave pride and the Clave.

Worse, Aldertree knows they’ll blame him. Say that it’s his fault and that it’s his fault he lost the Clave a guide.

Especially once they find out that Lightwood’s a guide strong enough to bond with Magnus Bane.

The High Warlock of Brooklyn has been a pain in Aldertree’s ass since he got here, but now just took the one person who Aldertree’s unfortunately been relying on to actually run this hellhole.

Oh, the New York Institute is a fine place. Full of well-trained and capable shadowhunters, but it’s a beast to keep track of, run and also maintain the angelic core. Aldertree won’t stay here long term, but without Lightwood helping run the place, he’ll need reinforcements.

Except, Aldertree isn’t sure how much he’ll be able to get away with Lightwood leaving.

Already Aldertree has been fighting back a lingering headache since he got here and took over. But now, since what Aldertree assumes is the minute Lightwood cut his ties and left the Institute — it turned into a full blown migraine.

 Lightwood grew up in this Institute. 

Aldertree and several others in his research divisions have seen patterns and it's rare that nephilim children are fully raised in an Institute. It affects them, especially un-awakened or latent children.

However with the way the Lightwood punishment worked, someone with their name and blood had to stay with the Institute in order for any other’s to go back to Idris. That means that it was the eldest who was left, often and longer and longer and now, the signs are here.

For whatever reason, he’s fairly sure that  the angelic core latched onto Lightwood’s psionic energy.  Enough that it satiated it and also Lightwood then automatically shielded the rest of the Institute from the normal side-effects of such a powerful core  at the same time.

Aldertree wonders if the relationship between the two was symbiotic, or parasitic.

They both mean things different things regarding Lightwood’s power and Aldertree doesn’t like either option.

 —

With the rest of the world locked away, behind magick and psionic shields, Magnus sheds all his glamours and clothes.

He gets Alexander on his bed and pinned and then reality presses hard against him.

Despite the urge to bond, Magnus suddenly needs both himself and Alexander clean before they do.

Especially now that the Institute is a hostile territory and they’re both covered in scents from it. Even the bed will need to be changed with magic after they shower, their combined scents not enough to calm Magnus as he suddenly feels as if his territory has been invaded.

It’s always bothered Magnus, how Alexander smells like the Institute but now, he has reason to erase those scents. Preventing them from ever clinging to his boy again.

"You can you know."

Alexander is still pinned and his hands are gentle from where he's cradling Magnus' face between his palms.

"You can and should do whatever is going to make you feel the most settled. Protecting us both will only help you settle."

With permission he didn't need but desperately wanted from both Alexander and his own instincts, Magnus takes a moment to listen to Alexander's heartbeat.

It's soothing and steady and he focuses on that feeling as he moves the location of the loft and activates the war-level wards on the building they move to.

All evidence of their presence in the place they left is gone.

Magic turns the water on and Magnus wastes no time in pulling Alexander up from the bed through the room and directly under the spray and before he even asks, Alexander is plucking the soap up and lathering it.

He wastes no time in scrubbing himself down as if he wants to scrub the Institute away as well. It’s only because the sight is so mesmerizing that Magnus wastes long moments where he could be washing Alexander himself.

A moment later, he pulls Alexander’s hands away and replaces them with his own. The feeling of bubbles lathering on the skin of Alexander’s back is intoxicating and for a moment, Magnus gets lost in the way his callouses catch on scars and pass over smooth muscles.

Alexander’s breath hitches as Magnus pushes too hard on a deep bruise and Magnus apologies with a kiss and magic, further healing the tender muscle even as Alexander presses back into his touch.

AN:

i can't write bonding sex on the same section as victor aldertree apparently. I was going to but I was like... they need decontamination. clearly. btw not mentioned here but right now Cahya and Bela

i actually have to change the ending on ao3 a bit to fit this better because I realized Magnus would want them to be safe and protected before they bonded.

[electricbluebutterflies]

1, 11, 28, 29!!

1 - the last sentence you wrote

She feathers a few kisses across his jaw, not going anywhere just need to do something with her mouth that ain’t saying something she’ll regret in the morning, and he leans into her touch, and she can almost convince herself she’s enough.

11 - a WIP you’d like to finish someday

If I could ever figure out where the hell I was going with watch as i slip away for your sake, that would be great. Unfortunately what I have in that fic is 15 years of time to kill before the scene the whole thing is leading up to, which is gonna haunt me until I get it done...

28 - your least favorite part of the writing process

That weird part where I'm not sure where a ficlet is going / how to take a specific prompt.

29 - how easy is it for you to come up with titles?

Little promptlet titles, super easy. Compilation or longer-fic titles... I have to go through ALL the playlists before I get something I want.

[lawsofchaos1]

This is the trope I yearn for with Malec and Good Parabatai Jace Wayland (not the trash version in canon)

Couple + Sibling/relative third wheel is honestly an S-tier trio dynamic and I wish we saw more of this in media.

"You are my soulmate. We are forged together by battle and tears and love. Also my brother's coming along."

"Yo."

[hillnerd-art]

Promptlet(!): Chloe Brown and Redford Morgan! I was just wondering the other day if you'd ever done fanart for them. I realise this was not on the list though so please do disregard if you're not feeling it <3

Chloe and Red- she's having a bit of a late afternoon flareup and he's putting up her hair.

If you have not red 'Get A Life Chloe Brown' oooo you should! It's basically a Romione AU, it is adorable and sexy and has fibro representation.

@nagemeikenu rec'd it and boy oh boy did it deliver!

Maybe we should do a book club on the Brown sisters series- because so far I've loved book 1 & 2

[intermundia]

so i didn’t end up being able to finish any of the promptlets today—just a long weird day—but i now have a bunch of good material to work with tomorrow and some of them are things I plan to develop into full pwp for prompted!l 😈

i want to say thank you all so much for sending prompts, and for being so kind and supportive earlier. here is my cat blinking to show you my affection haha

[lawsofchaos1]

Yes, and Make It Malec.

idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little

[lawsofchaos1]

Malec Promptlet: Time Travel AU

The first time around, the war goes awry and the worst of outcomes comes to pass. Magnus dies and Alec travels back in time, alone, to the high point of Valentine’s rise, when the Downworld and the Clave were in a state of declared war, not just open enmity.

Alec goes to Magnus’ court, not the full war council at Pandemonium, but the quieter one for the more private, often the more tragic, requests. He goes fully unarmed before Magnus and his advisors - Ragnor, the Alpha of the largest pack of the East Coast, and an ancient vampire who oversees the clan structures for nearly the entirety of the continent. The council brings their respective weapons and magic to bear when they clock the presence of a nephilim. They don’t attack however.

They won’t be accused of doing so first when this inevitably comes before the Clave.

Alec shocks them though when he doesn’t bring his own arms up in turn, calmly opening his palms to reveal his lack of weaponry. Alec moves past the supplicant spot, the comfortable couch for the aggrieved to cry on Magnus’ shoulder and request justice, instead going to kneel in the position of a penitent,  one presenting themselves for Magnus’ judgement.

Alec holds Magnus's gaze alone when he speaks. “Look upon me and within me, please. I would have no secrets from you."

Magnus sees his magic, magic he has not released, curling in and around the nephilim, and his own wave of power sinks into Alec’s bones, every action of his body, every beat of his heart and breath through his lungs, controlled by the Consular Warlock.

It should be suffocating, it should be fatal, Alec should be fighting with every fiber of his soul, but instead Alec relaxes into his soul’s longing and lets Magnus be his reason for being.

Magnus sees.

His power claims his nephilim- his beloved, his mate, his everything - without pause and Magnus wants nothing more than to take Alec home and place physical sensation to his memories of Alec's body beneath him.

Crimson and sapphire writhe around Alec's body in protective coils instead, however, and his husband smiles with grim, knowing anticipation.

Magnus' devoted Commander knows war better than anything other than his soul's mate and, this time, they will not fail.

[phoenixfeatherquill]

beatrice-babe said:Swanfire prompt!! I feel like Addicted to Love as Swanfire could be SUPER INTERESTING but if you haven't seen it, then what about a Swanfire assassins!AU?

“Who’s the mark?”

Ruby gestured towards the computer screen.  “See for yourself.”

Emma leaned in.  She stared so long, her glasses slipped down the bridge of her nose.  A muscle twitched in her jaw as she took in his stocky figure and disheveled appearance.  Dark curls, warm eyes...her stomach lurched.

“What’s up?” Ruby had worked closely with Emma for a very long time.  She knew her tells.

“I’ve met him before,” Emma cleared her throat. “Briefly.”

Ruby twisted her lips.  “Well, our intelligence says he’s on the other side. He has a lot of kills to his name, Emma. Taking him out would be a fucking boon to the agency.”  

“I know,” Emma shook the swarm of memories from her mind.  No time to think about that night in Tallahassee, the taste of tequila and sweat, the rainstorm...

“It’s not a problem,” She stood. “He’ll be dead by 0600.”

[the-iron-orchid]

I have a couple of smooch promptlets left, (Jinana/Nadia and Jinana/Asra), but I also have been spending a lot of hours per day on 3D stuff and I need a break lol

On the bright side, I re-learned my basic Blender skills and got much better at Zbrush cloth simulation! Also I have acquired lots and lots of new assets via deep discount sale, so there’s lots more dumb outfits to stuff my models into and lots more textures to remix for the upcoming HD updates to my older models. :D

(And then I started crocheting a coat for myself because fuck it got cold real fuckin fast here 🥶)

So yeah I might be a lil scarce for a day or two, before I sit down for 6 solid hours of 3D modeling instruction just so I can make Valerius’ stupid little ram brooch from scratch 🤪

[thisonesatellite]

Actual footage of me after reading this, because i am now DEAD FROM THE DAMN CUTENESS, AND ALSO LAUGHING OUT LOUD, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.

writer’s month prompts

prompt thirty:  joy (this was suggested by and is dedicated to @katie-dub​ because we all deserve a bit of sunday fluff in our lives)

this is a coda to voices from the yellow road but can be read as a standalone.

masterpost full collection on AO3

Mary Margaret [7:20 AM] Ok but I’m worried

Mary Margaret [7:20 AM] Have you heard all of the weird noises coming from next door?

David [7:22 AM] Honestly babe I try not to listen to the noises coming from next door

David [7:22 AM] Just block them out of my mind whenever possible

Mary Margaret [7:25 AM] What?  

Mary Margaret [7:25 AM] No!  

Mary Margaret [7:26 AM] That’s not what I meant

Mary Margaret [7:31 AM] Also you like Killian

David [7:34 AM] Love him.  More importantly, so does Emma

David [7:35 AM] Doesn’t mean I like knowing that much about what they get up to over there.

Mary Margaret [8:01 AM] They’d tell us, right?  If something was going on?

Mary Margaret [8:06 AM] Right?

David [8:07 AM] Well…

Mary Margaret [8:07 AM] David Nolan if you remind me again about how bad I am at keeping secrets you are sleeping on the couch for a week

David [8:09 AM] Yes dear

Keep reading

[teamironmanforever]

I am a few dozen away from 4k and I was thinking of opening little promptlets as a celebration type thing and then I remembered I have no time and was like NOPE MAYBE ON THE NEXT THOUSAND

[alexanderlightweight]

I feel slightly greedy prompting three weeks in a row, but I just read the new chapter of Elysium's Tears that you uploaded to a03 and it is utterly incredible. To put it lightly.

If this plot bunny inspires you at all, I would absolutely adore the chance to read a snippet in that universe of Ragnor and/or Cat seeing Malec together for the first time - just the sheer craziness of them seeing a nephilim, one of the Clave's most valued treasures, not to mention the whole Lightwood thing, happily collared and kneeling at their best friend's feet, casually informing Magnus of secrets the Clave would straight-up murder to keep while just ... nibbling mango from his fingers.

(That was a very long run-on sentence, apologies. Also, I was mostly just going for vibes not specific plot points in that promptlet. Also, again, three weeks in a row so feel free to ignore ❤️)

hey Laws, feel free to prompt every week and you know i love vibes! this was a lot of fun and definitely is going in the next chapter of elysium's tears though i'll probably need a magnus redecorating his loft scene at some point lol. this is cat's pov because it was more fun that way! i hope you enjoy it! thank you for prompting

lumine

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It’s been nearly three weeks since Magnus all but dropped off the face of the world.  Normally, Cat wouldn’t be so concerned if it weren’t for the fact that he’s been asking for her help securing an absurdly long list of rare potion ingredients.

It’s with a case of beer and a box of snacks that she portals over to his place, only to be gently redirected by the interior wards.

The primary wards still allow her access, but she’s portaled into what Magnus was once planning to use as a greeting hall. She wonders just what spell, potion or sex experiments Magnus is conducting that require such an elaborate and delicate array.

It’s with growing amusement that she taps her foot and counts out just how long it’s taking Magnus to respond. The amusement turns to concern when she feels Magnus’ magic reach out with intent, demanding she prove her identity to him in a way he rarely feels the need to use.

It’s without a second thought that Cat reaches back, letting Magnus weigh her soul against his knowledge of her and his magic presses against her, almost in relief.

“Cat—” Magnus murmurs and his voice is hoarse and he looks tired and worn but smug.

Magnus looks victorious, in a way Cat has never seen before.

“You’re okay?” She asks, because that will always be the first and most important question. Anything else can alway wait.

“Oh Cat, I’ve never been better.”

—

The amount of layers and traps that she has to step through is intense and Cat resolves to make Magnus visit her until he’s finished with whatever he’s doing.

“Alexander is resting at the moment—” Magnus is murmuring though he’s quite forgotten to explain just who Alexander is. It could be anything from a weekend frolic to a new snake or a stray cat that Magnus has gotten attacked to.

“And Alexander is?” Cat asks leadingly but it goes nowhere because Magnus just barks a laugh, a sharp, dark noise of pure avarice.

“He’s mine Cat, in a way I didn’t think could ever be possible.”

Magnus opens the wards and finally lets her through the last step and Cat walks in and stares. Magnus’ entire loft looks different, a fortress on the outside and an oasis of luxury on the inside. There are chaises and sofas and thick rugs with plush cushions and throws. It looks decadent and soft in a way Cat doesn’t normally associate with Magnus.

On one of the thick rugs, shirtless and dappled in lurid bruises and golden sunlight, a young nephilm lays sleeping. He’s aesthetically pleasing and is defined in a way that says he is heavily trained and very capable.

Cat waits for a moment, trying to understand how three weeks could possibly have turned into something like this and then she sees the nephilim wake up. Unfairly long lashes flutter and Cat sees a glimpse of icy blue, and then she sees it.

Lines upon lines of hoarfrost blue, the silver of an angelic power Cat only barely managed to witness and she understands exactly why Magnus’ lair is warded so thoroughly.

“How did you get him here?” Cat finds herself asking because it’s one thing for Magnus to try and lure in a nephilim curse with Elysium’s Tears. Magnus would think nothing of seducing such a person, not if it would give him a glimpse of something to look forward to.  It’s the layout, the way Magnus is covetously watching his Alexander’s every breath.

Something else is going on beyond a glimpse of what could be.

Magnus walks over and kneels, reaching down to kiss Alexander’s sleeping for, biting his lip until the bluelight fade and he groggily nuzzles into Magnus’ chest.

“Lovely, I’d like someone to check you over. Hmm, sweetheart?”

Magnus’ voice is soothing and sincere and tinted with a jagged edge of possessiveness.

“Oh—” hazel eyes blink at her, awareness growing. “Cat, then? It’s early to meet her. This isn’t normally one of her days off.”

It sends a chill up Cat’s spine to hear such a remark, especially when the only reason she’s free is because she used magic to get the day off.

BEcause she wanted to check on Magnus.

“All the better, Alexander. A fresh start for you, another difference to what you saw.”

Cat finds nothing truly wrong with him, besides the fact that whatever horror resides in his body and eats away at the future is a ravenous beast.

“He needs to eat more.” Cat murmurs, low because Magnus’ Alexander only stayed awake long enough for Cat to finish her work and now he stretched out across Magnus’ lap. His long legs thrown over the sofa arm and his face burrowed into Magnus’ stomach.

“Alexander does have a habit to miss meals when he dreams.”

Magnus gives her a pointed look and Cat knows exactly what he means.Then he rubs his hands through curls and tugs on them until he’s being pouted up at.

“A snack, Alexander.” Magnus croons, like he’s taming and rewarding some fierce, snappish beast. “Try, for me.”

His boy is exhausted, from the dreams or whatever left the bruises across his body Cat doesn’t know. She does watch, surprised as Magnus summons a bowl of frozen mango. His boy whines at the cold, unable to bite into it and insstead he licks and suckles from Magnus’ fingers. It takes him and agonizing amount of time each piece and his lips and swollen from the cold and from the way he’s making obscene, slick noises, his tongue must be numb as well.

Magnus doesn’t seem to notice how amorous their actions are. All of his focus is on his Alexander, feeding him each piece in such a cruelly intimate manner. It takes forever, the sun stretching high and falling low and then Magnus’ boy falls back asleep, suckling the juice from Magnus’ fingers. Magnus chuckles, something dark and ravenous as he presses his fingers even deeper into his boy’s slack, trusting mouth.

“He’s so good for me—” Magnus is murmuring, almost as if besotted and enchanted and there’s something feral in his tone. “He brought me information that has me, for the first time, ahead of my father.”

The shock of it hits Cat like a glacier pool and she copartmentalizes quickly, locking it away as she tries to focus on Magnus.

“So you’re

“I have all of my magic back again.” Magnus bares his teeth in a snarled grin, “ those pieces I sacrificed to hold him in Edom, it’s all been returned to me. We struck a deal, rather than have my strength be tamed by chaining him.

“Incredibly.” Cat finds herself saying, “I’ll let Ragnor know. You’ll tell us, when you’re ready?”

Magnus nods and leads her back to the entry hall and then he pauses and as she’s about to step through her own portal he interrupts the silence.

“I didn’t find him, Cat.” Magnus lets out a sigh, wonder in the hoarse edge of his breath. “He came to me. Surrendered himself to me and let me stop him from leaving, let me keep him and bind him and he adores me for it. Would worship me in gratitude because he knows I will never let him go.”

Cat nods.

This is all they’ll need to speak of, for now.  She’ll check on Magnus on and off, check on his boy as well, but in the meantime she’ll let Magnus lay his webs and string his boy up and so tightly bound that he can’t even blink without Magnus knowing.

After all, it’s what makes Magnus happy.

[electricbluebutterflies]

4, 14, and 25 for the fic self-recs?

None of these are promptlets / I actually have slightly-longer-form things y'all!!

4 - a fic to comfort you

pillars broke my years-on-end streak of absolutely refusing to write parent+child dynamics for a bouquet of personal reasons and it ended up so soft despite the Everything of it / it's very warm and a lot more affirming than I expected when I went into my frenzy with it.

14 - an angst fic

I as a person do not write major-death fic like EVER. (Like, seems to happen maybe once every five years.) take his body as a relic to be canonized is still one of my favorite things I have done, and while I think there's things with it that I would do differently now as opposed to two years ago, it is exactly as gorgeous as it needs to be. (And also one of the first times I played with that POV and wow do I have thoughts about that evolution.)

25 - a fic I’m still writing

I do not do longform / I do not have the attention span to do longform unless my life is ENTIRELY on fire, so this gets to be a teaser of coming attractions... I am currently attempting to write what will be a graphic-by-my-standards late-era Jessica/Leto smutlet that is being derailed by the fact that thing one and thing two here don't know how to be Romantic and the prompt I'm working kinda requires it...