#really grumpy alec

[alexanderlightweight]

hiii i came from ao3 after reading everything you wrote and i really love your cider verse it's just amazing and like every version of malec alternate first meetings where they meet without any other characters involved or secret relationships <3 so if you're still taking prompts maybe something in one of those verses or any other diff first meeting and soft malec

hi!! welcome and thank you, i'm really glad you liked them!!! it has been a while since you sent this (I had some pretty bad health problems get worse for a while) and so here is some soft malec meeting for the first time. I hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

temptation in his smile

“Tomas, please explain one more time with a little less growling this time—�� Magnus gave an exasperated sigh, “who is in my office?”

“A murderous shadowhunter, Magnus. Truly!”

“There, there.” Magnus air pats Tomas’ shoulder and sends a wave of soothing magic through the man. “Why don’t you clock out. You’ll get your normal wage plus hazard pay for dealing with a shadowhunter and you can go home and settle yourself. We have enough staff to cover the evening without you."

Tomas leaves with relief, his hair already starting to shed with anxiety despite Magnus’ magic attempting to help his frazzled nerves.

“Terrorizing my employees.” Magnus mutters angrily to himself, wondering how a shadowhunter even got as a far as his office.  Most people assume his court at Pandemonium is his office, though it’s an absurd assumption.  Some deals are better made unseen.   The guards in front of it haven’t gone anywhere, but they both look relieved to see him.

“What is going on?” Magnus asks, because no regular shadowhunter should have been allowed back here, yet no one is injured or showing any signs of force.

“The Institute Head showed up. You said that’s not our jurisdiction and above our paygrade and to do what we need to be safe.” Laurel gives him a very serious look, “so that’s what we did. The shadowhunter isn’t leaking any bloodlust but was clearly angry, we didn’t want to risk it.”

Magnus sighs.

He did say that.

He even meant it and still means it.

However that doesn’t mean he wants to deal with either of the Lightwood’s and judging from the ‘truly terrifying’ it’s probably Maryse.  Lovely.  He detests that woman almost as much as she loathes him, she wins only because he’s not willing to put as much effort in as her.

When he opens the door, magic snapping at his heels and the lights already dimming for his entrance, Magnus finds himself wrong.

Just from the back, he’s not Maryse or Robert.  

In fact he’s a very unfamiliar but delectable view and even as Magnus reminds himself that this shadowhunter has been terrorizing his staff, he appreciates the sight.

Then the terror turns around and a grumpy face meets his and before Magnus can wonder why exactly all of his employees were so scared — besides him being a highly ranked shadowhunter — the shadowhunter stops. 

Fully stops.

Just standing there with his hand half reaching out, all wide eyes and plush mouth slightly open as if in shock. 

It’s not an objectionable shock.

Especially because a moment later he meets Magnus’ unglamoured gaze and bites his own lip, not quite hiding the little ‘wow’ of awe he lets out.

There is nothing terrifying about him, except for the fact that Magnus is terrifyingly close to asking him out for dinner.

It’s early enough in the evening for it to count as a late supper rather than an early breakfast and well, he has the kind of face that inspires boldness.  

At least for Magnus.

“Hello darling, I’m Magnus Bane. I was told your occupation but wasn’t given a name.”

“A-Alec Lightwood.” The stutter isn’t hesitation, it’s a soft wonder at the pet name and the fact that Magnus has claimed the half-fallen handshake for his own, bringing it to his lips in a kiss.

—-

Alec’s brain blanks.

He’s been in a bad mood all day and for very good reason.

Not only did he have to track down where the High Warlock would most likely be located — since he was ignoring fire messages — but Alec then had to talk to several people to find him. Talking to people has never been one of Alec’s strong points.  Oh communication on the field, in the Institute, in the Clave and with politics goes well enough, it’s everything else that fares poorly.

Not to mention that the reason Alec's even here is beyond ridiculous.

Then Magnus Bane himself walks in. 

Far more gorgeous than the quick glimpse Alec saw on the screen a few months ago during his briefing of the power structures in New York and in color, not just black and white.  Alec wasn’t prepared to deal with his beauty or his power or his very golden, very luminous eyes.

Or the kiss.

He kisses Alec.

Sure, just his knuckles.

But that’s Alec’s first kiss especially from a man and it counts.  Magnus’ lips pressed against his skin deliberately, therefore he claimed Alec’s first kiss.

“You’re very forward.” Alec finds himself saying and he doesn’t know why because he’s not sure whether he wants to step closer to Magnus or run far, far away. “Easy to misunderstand.”

“Oh, was I being too subtle?” Magnus smirks at him and steps closer, “is the business important, Alexander? Or can I tempt you with dinner?”

It’s at least three in the morning, Alec’s not quite sure how much time has passed since Magnus entered the room.

At that moment, he doesn’t care.

—-

It’s over dimsum in his office that they talk, Magnus quickly ignoring normal societal boundaries three plates in and feeding Alexander from his own chopsticks.  It’s also a test and Alexander doesn’t hesitate, his lips on the same wood as Magnus’ without pause and he lingers, closing his eyes to savor the bite Magnus shared.

“I can’t believe I gave Tomas hazard pay because he thinks your face is scary.” Magnus murmurs and Alexander gives a little sigh and a wry smile.

“My face can be scary to others. Even my own hunters let me know that. I didn’t realize I was frightening them so badly.” Alexander rubs a hand over his tragically handsome and traumatizing face.

“You’re adorable, like a kitten!” Magnus insists and Alexander just shakes his head, amused and not upset but disagreeing all the same.

“I think perhaps Magnus, that’s because of how I look at you.”

“Oh, how do you look at me?”

“Far differently than anyone else in the world.” Alexander smirks then and leans closer, “you think I smile for just anyone, Bane?”

“Considering that I wasn’t sure your lineage knew how to smile, I do have to say I’m delighted by how charming yours is.”

Alexander laughs, the jab at Maryse and Robert amusing him and instead of defending them, he smiles wider.  It’s warm and soft and Magnus is still going to give Tomas hazard pay.

Along with every other employee that encountered Alexander tonight.

An adorable shadowhunter he might be, but Alexander is still a shadowhunter.  Perhaps Magnus has merely been desensitized to them a bit over the ages.  Then a thought of Alexander’s parents or Jocelyn Fairchild pops up and rage, anger and disgust fill him.

So perhaps not, to the desensitization. 

Perhaps it’s simply Alexander that’s changed his opinion on one particular shadowhunter.. 

“By the way, Alexander. Why on earth did you come here to meet me?”  Magnus ignored that topic to simply talk to Alexander earlier.  But now, on the verge of trying to lure Alexander to stay for dessert or perhaps even back to his place, Magnus is curious.

“Two of my shadowhunters decided to fuck around and find out.” Alexander admits quietly, “they’re in the medical bay dealing with aphrodisiac side effects.”

Magnus blinks, because that’s actually rather important, “is it a minor one?”

“No, but it won’t kill them or permanently harm them. I came to pretend to ask for an antidote, which you are obviously far too busy to provide.  If they didn’t want to face the consequences, they shouldn’t have knowingly drank a sex potion made for seelies as a mutual dare. If it can affect their angelic blood, it can affect ours.” 

“Oh that’s ridiculous.” Magnus’ grimaces, utterly put out by the stupidity of others and how often that causes more work for him.  It’s far more understandable when it’s accidents or misunderstandings than sheer stubborn idiocy. 

“Yes, hence my stance on it. I didn’t plan to waste your time though, I thought we could talk about the wards.  I’ve only recently taken over and I’m not sure what they need or how often they need to be maintained.”

“And that’s why you intimidated all of my guards? Just to see little old me?”

Alexander blinks at him and then scowls, adorable and grumpy and perhaps if Magnus squinted and turned off the lights with a candle or two for mood lighting, he could see the ‘terrifying’ that Tomas did. 

AN:

Alec-resting-bitch-face Lightwood: *swoons when he sees Magnus*

Magnus: where is the trauma?? the terror? the horror? all I see is a very handsome man with very kissable lips and knuckles and wow does a smile look good on him

[lyspunkt-star]

Broadchurch ramble 4

Have been rewatching S3, and this scene really warms my heart in some ways.

This scene, Alec awkwardly tried to explain why he had t leave early, but actually very cute I think. Maybe Ellie and their coworkers thought so too. These people are police, and they have known Hardy for years. It wouldn’t be so hard to guess what their boss would do, especially when he was awkward like this.

And look at the smile they shared! It wasn't mocking, instead, this smile felt kind and genuine and they were really happy for him, like 'Awww, our grumpy boss finally has some personal life except work! He's definitely going to see someone!'

Coworkers know what kind of person Alec Hardy really is now after all those things. His gruff exterior is a suit of armor that shields the heart of one of the most gentle, decent men. His temper is still awful during a horrible case, and he is still insociable and grouchy as always, but they do respect him now, and tbh, like him. He might not realise but his coworkers care about him. They might still call Alec Hardy 'shitface' sometimes, but I don't think this name now is as bad as it was in S1, or say, those time Alec just started working with them. More like something only they can say, and they will NOT allow anyone else to use this or anything to insult their boss.

Alec Hardy isn't an outsider anymore, he's one of them, part of this town now. (well, guess how long it will take him to notice this? Someone really should remind him, guess that person will be Daisy or Ellie)

[dupert-writing]

I'd be fool not to love you

[Alec Hardy/Reader]

• Gender Neutral Reader

• Genre: Short, Hurt/comfort

Summary: There have been a misunderstanding between you and Alec.

Polish Version

You came home by a cab over half an hour ago. You were about to strip down and jump into the shower when the sound of the doorbell ringing through your house stopped you.

You frowned, wondering who the hell would come to visit so late on a Saturday. Putting your shirt back on, you grabbed your pepper spray and walked over to the door, opening it hesitantly.

Your boyfriend stood on the other side, looking a little confused, and a bit apologetic.

You sighed, placing your papper spray on the table by the door.

"I hope you came to apologize, and not scold me for leaving your stupid police party without a word." You crossed your arms over your chest, stepping back a bit to let him in. You tried to hide your hurt behind a curtain of anger.

"What exactly do I have to apologize for?" He frowned, crossing the threshold of your apartment, his gaze never leaving yours. "I came to ask what happened. You left without a word. I was worried."

"Really?" You snorted, feeling a pang of regret in your heart. "You didn't care about me before. You seemed to be having a great time with- who is she exactly? A secretary?"

"An intern." He corrected you. "Come on. I only talked to her for fifteen minutes."

"Almost an hour." Now it was your turn to correct him.

"What? No..." He hesitated, his brow furrowing even more. You yourself were surprised that it was possible. "I'm sure it didn't take that long..."

You sighed, having had enough of this small talk; you felt tears gathering in your eyes and looked away from him. You were angry, hurt and a bit humiliated that Alec had left you alone to talk to some girl who could be his daughter.

"You could have at least noticed that I left a little sooner." You mumbled and headed to the kitchen, leaving him in the hallway. You heard the rustle of shoes being taken off, followed by quiet footsteps heading your way. One of the things you loved about Alec was that even on the rare occasions when you argued, he tried not to do things that annoyed you, like walking into the house with his shoes on.

You turned to him and immediately regretted it when you saw his beaten puppy™ expression; the one that always made your heart melt and any hostility towards him evaporate.

"I realized as soon as you left. I couldn't catch up with you." He explained, stepping closer and grabbing your hand. "I couldn't drive or call a cab because my phone is in your purse, so I walked."

"Are you kidding? It's two and a half kilometres." Now you felt bad for being jealous and leaving without a word. You hung your head, biting the inside of your cheek. "I'm sorry." You mumbled quietly, looking at your feet. "I forgot I had your phone in my purse. And I'm sorry for leaving you."

You didn't get a verbal response from Alec, he lifted your intertwined hands and placed a soft kiss on your palm. His other hand grabbed your chin and lifted your head to look at him.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have let Janet drag me away from you. She doesn't stop chattering when she's drunk." He explained, both of his hands now on your hips. "You have to know that I'm not interested in her in any way. You're the only one who matters to me."

Your heart started beating faster. Despite a year and a half of being together, Hardy managed to make you feel the same way you did when you first met. All your life, you could never understand people who lost their minds while in love until you met that grumpy detective. Those calm brown eyes and slightly messy hair had already found a permanent home in your heart.

"I think we had a little communication problem today," you admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his lips softly. "It'll never happen again. Next time, I'll just hit you."

"Alright, I'd like to see that," he replied, his lips forming a small smile. You loved it when he did that; smiling. Before you started dating, it wasn't something you saw often, but now, with you, there were times when he would smile all the time.

"I think I should make it up to you somehow," you whispered into his ear and lightly nibbled on it. You smiled in satisfaction, feeling a shiver run through the detective's body.

“I think I have a few ideas,” he replied quietly, pressing your lips together.

[sielaltruist]

Butterflies.

What an unpleasant day, Magnus thought as he sat in his apothecary and stared at vast nothingness despite having demonology books on the study table. Alexander was not back yet. No, the whole truth is that Alexander, who was angry with him, had left in the morning at nine past and was still not back. It’s 4 pm now, and since his boyfriend left their home, his mind constantly circled back to the fight they had in the morning. It was awful and really loud—the argument. It had been about the immortality issue once again and this was their first big argument after they got back together since the Camille debacle. This time he had really pushed Alec’s buttons which he’d never willingly do. And Alec, by the look on his face, could understand that his boyfriend’s resolve broke and was seconds away from slamming the door, right on his face. From then, up until now, he sat worrying about him. He’d wanted to do nothing more than to look into the bright blue eyes and tell how sorry he was and that he did not mean a single syllable that he had uttered at that moment, he knew that Alec required space and he respected that, but now, his mind starts to worry and he glances at his phone if he’d received any text from Alec but feels dejected as there is no sign of what he is looking for.

He gets an idea that he deems fitting as an apology to the Archer for the way things ended between them in the morning. So, he summons a small stack of Clairefontaine Triomphe writing papers and, writes a short and sweet letter for Alec.

Dear Alexander,

                            I apologize for my suboptimal behavior earlier this day and would want nothing more than to tell you by holding your hand that I did not mean an ounce of what I said in the moment of heat. Believe me, love, when I say that you are indeed the best thing that happened to me in decades. Now, if you will come home, to me, I would gladly curl up with you on the couch and kiss you till the daybreak.

Love, Magnus.

He perfumed the letter with sandalwood, of course, what else would he use, and performed his little trick that sent the letter, converted into a fire message, flying out of the room to his Alec, in the form of a butterfly. He watched as it left the room swiftly and started waiting patiently for Alec to reply.

He waited and waited. Ten minutes turned into thirty and that turned into an hour and a half.

No reply, not a single word through any means from Alec. He was not on a mission or on patrol as Alec would always ensure he informed him beforehand. So, he must either be in the Institute or with the Alliance. Magnus has a half mind to track him but he resorts to calling Isabelle instead.

“Hello, my favorite compatriot from Brooklyn!”  

“You don’t really know many people in Brooklyn,” he replied.

“Of course, I do, like your boyfriend who lives with you,” he is amused at Isabelle’s reply.

“And pray tell, why is your brother not your favorite?” he asked.

“Because he is in a grumpy mode and had already snapped at me once and twice at Jace,” she answered.

He is indisputably aware of the grumpiness in his boyfriend and it is his job to make it go away. Just when he was about to inquire about what Alec was doing, Isabelle pondered a question towards him.

“Magnus, does it have to be something to do with you?” she asked.

His reply was easy. Silence.

“By the angel, should’ve already known it was you, I thought it had something to do with mindless Shadowhunters who are refusing to cooperate with the Alliance,” she said again, more like realized.

“Is he in your line of sight, dear Isabelle?” he asked her.

“Yes, we are in the training room and he is staring at a piece of paper with his signature “I’m unimpressed,” look,” she said.

What Isabelle said only meant one thing. Alec is nonchalant about his apology, not impressive enough, so he’ll just strengthen his strategy to woo Alec through his cher-courrier.

“Thank you, Isabelle, now I have to make it up to your brother,” he said with determination.

“I know you will, Magnus,” she said leaving the call.

Now, he took the writing paper and started expressing his love for Alec, molded into an apology in the form of words.

Dear Alexander,

                         I once again stand here to tell you how sorry I am for what happened in the morning. Darling, you are exqui………………….

He filled the entire letter with his adoration for his loving Shadowhunter and, transformed it into a butterfly, scented it, and sent it flying towards the Institute.

He waited for forty-five minutes and when nothing came his way from his beloved, he took the feather into his hand and started writing again. Maybe the letter was quite a bit. So, he tried again.

My Dearest Alec…………….

No answer. He tried again.

I truly am remorseful……….

Nothing from his boyfriend. He wrote afresh with a different ink.

I want to hold you……………

None. No reply. He was reluctant to give up. He sprinkled glitter in the letter and sent it Alec’s way.

Sweetheart, I love you………

Nope, not a singular word from Alec. So, he dipped the feather in the black ink and started.

Alexander, talk to me……....

He was exhausted, not because of expressing his affection and fondness for Alec but because of having his beloved not give an expression for what he was saying. The silence was absolute torture and now it turned into anger.

Come on, this is not fair………

He wrote, and waited. The answer became obvious when he held the feather again.

He was feeling what was a huge amount of sadness, hurt, and a bit of anger and decided that this was his last letter and he was going to the Institute, once the reply from Alec resembled his previous replies.

Come home, Alexander, I’m sorry………

He sent it and waited. It was almost 10 ‘o'clock and he seriously questioned his boyfriend’s stubbornness in not wanting to speak with him and ghosting him. Was this how Alec felt during the time of their break up? He remembered how sorry Alec was and how frustrated he got in a certain voicemail. He had listened to all of them, a part of him at that time hoped that he’d preserve those voicemails if Alec never wanted to get back together with him. But that was an obstacle that they had overcome, together.

He didn’t make an effort to dress himself ever-so-enticingly as far as his fashion sense goes. He was worn out and missed having Alec by his side. The only energy he has is required to open up a portal directly to the Institute and he did that.

He was at the back of the Institute and walked, without a single thought on his mind, into the place, as he no longer required anybody to escort him. He found Jace in the corridors and Jace, who must’ve either sensed it or found it from Isabelle, had simply mouthed at him that said training room.

He strode towards the place with quietude, careful not to show his wretched worry.

There was his Alexander, his back facing him and his position upright. He was holding the bow and arrow, aiming towards the target with the proficiency that can only be achieved by vigorous training. He cleared his throat to draw the attention of his boyfriend.

Alec didn’t turn toward him and just spoke in a tone that indicated detachment and coldness. If he was surprised by his presence, he did very well not showing it.

“What do you want?”

Oh no. That angered him. After all those apologies and letters and his obvious efforts, Alec just did not do that.

“What do I want? What exactly do you want Alec?” He said with a clear indication of how furious he was.

“Nothing,” Alec stated, not moving an inch.

“Why are you being so uncompromising?” He said, his voice weary.

“You mean difficult,” Alec answered, finally turning towards him.

“No, I didn’t say that,” He immediately responded. Alec looked like someone who hadn’t been sleeping for two days and he could notice the bruises on the archer’s hands.

“But you meant it,” Alec quietly voiced his opinion.

“You’re never difficult to be with, Alexander,” He uttered in a soft voice.

Alec didn’t respond to that, he was just standing there, with his eyes looking anywhere except at the person in front of him.

“I’ve apologized so many times, Alec, and I-” he started but was cut short.

“Wait, when did you apologize?” Alec asked him, clearly confused.

“Seriously Alexander,” He said, looking every bit unimpressed.

“Magnus, You didn’t apologize at all, today,” Alec finished.

“I did,”

“In your dreams, I suppose,” Alec muttered.

“Alexander,” he retorted.

“I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about,”

“What did you even read in those letters, Alec?”

“What letters?”

“The letters that I sent you,” he exclaimed.

“I did not receive a single letter from anybody today, the Institute mailbox is empty,” Alec declined.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, now you don’t think I am telling the truth, fantastic, what else is new?” The bitterness in his voice was evidently clear.

“Alec, will you just stop, I am trying to make things right between us,”

“So, you think I am not?”

“For Lilith’s sake, I don’t see you doing that,” He said, frustrated.

“Magnus, if you are really here to pick fights with me I-”

“My purpose of being here is not that, but I highly suppose you are the one who is trying to do it,”

Just when Alec was about to remark, they were interrupted by footsteps making their way toward the Institute. So, they naturally fell quiet. It was Clary, and she was carrying a strange cage in her hand.

“Hey, are you guys okay?” she inquired.

They nodded.

“Magnus, I’m here to ask if these belong to you,” she pointed to the box she was holding. Now, it became distinct to him what was in it—his letters—all of them. Their wings were fluttering, and those butterfly-shaped letters were trying to get out of the cage.

“They’re sparkling and have a natural glimmer of your magic, so I brought them to you,” she said, holding them out.

“Yes, they belong to me, and how did you get them? " He said, taking the cage into his hands.

“Oh, the new group of Shadowhunters from Geneva caught them, they are still waiting for more in the entrance,” she answered.

He’d take care of them tomorrow but for now, his priority is Alec and giving him these letters.

 “Thank you, biscuit. You truly helped me a lot today,” he said with a breath of relief and gratitude toward the redhead.

“You’re welcome and good night, the both of you,” she left with a smile on her face.

He looked at Alec, who was looking at the cage in his hand. There was no anger, only mild irritation mostly masked by curiosity.

“All right, brace yourself, Alexander,” he said, hoping Alec would like what he had done.

He opened the cage and the letters went flying toward Alec, landing on Alec, forming a half-silhouette of the Shadowhunter.

“Magnus, what are these?” Alec asked not moving an inch and holding still so as not to disturb those little inanimate letters.

“Pick one and read,” he instructed his boyfriend gently.

Alec did as he was told. He watched as his eyes skimmed over the letter swiftly, the expression on his face changing, his gaze softening and a small smile forming on his angelic face.

Alec looked at him and asked.

“Are all these letters, apologies?”

“Yes, they are,”

“Why so many?”

“You were not responding so I-”

“I forgive you,” Alec didn’t blurt it out but had said it calmly.

“You didn’t read all of them,” he said.

“I will but to forgive you, you are enough,”

Alec uttered those words with such sincerity that it made him want to reach out to the Archer and wrap him in the warmest hug. But he didn’t.

“I do not mean anything I’ve said this morning, I’m sorry-” he started instead.

“Magnus, I know,” Alec told him gently.

“So, you already forgave me?”

“Of course, I did,”

“But, you didn’t say so,” he said in a quiet tone.

“Because I wanted to know,” Alec hesitated. “I wanted to know if you’d reach out to me before I’d do it,” Alec whispered.

He moved towards Alec.

“Oh, Alexander,” He cupped Alec’s face in his hands and gently tugged at his face so that the Shadowhunter would look at him. The butterflies on Alec's body stayed where they were, only fluttering a little.

“Of course, I would reach out to you,”

“I know, it’s a stupid doubt to have-” Alec mumbled but he cut him off in the middle.

“Of course it’s not sweetheart, I’m sorry that I gave you the implication that I’d never come to you first and that you had to doubt me about it,” he softly said those words, meaning every monosyllable.

Alec looked at him with adoration and in a heartbeat, kissed him. The butterflies came to life when their lips touched and then again settled on Alec.

The kiss was soft, nothing passionate but rather it was a slow one, one that is full of love and familiarity. Their hands wrapped themselves around each other.

When they finally broke the kiss but, didn’t break away from the embrace, Magnus bent his head forward and a bit downward, his forehead touched Alec’s.

“I’ll try to do better,” he said gently. A soft smile spread across Alec’s face.

“So will I,” Alec uttered with reverence.

It was a promise from both of them. They smiled into their kiss once again.

[nyx-knacks-writes]

Daisy and the Beast

A little fic based on a headcanon posted to my other blog. I can't think of any content warnings or spoilers for Broadchurch, but like... Be mindful. Happy (week early) Halloween! 🎃

One part of Alec’s brain thought that he looked stupid. He was a grown man, not a little boy anymore, and he certainly wasn’t the type of grown man who dressed up for Halloween. He wasn’t even really the type of grown man who passed out candy for Halloween. He was more apt to pretend the holiday wasn’t happening and shut himself in the house with a coffee and some case files to avoid the hordes of primary schoolers hopped up on Maltesers and Skittles. All that to say that he wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to allow his daughter to talk him into this. (The secret had to have been in her masterful kicked-puppy eyes and his pathological inability to say “no” to her without death and injury on the line.)

Daisy was eight years old, and like many girls her age, positively enchanted by Disney movies, particularly the Disney Princess movies. The Little Mermaid, Cinderella, Aladdin, The Princess and the Frog, she’d seen them all. However, her all-time favorite was Beauty and the Beast. There was no contest. After all, what wasn’t there to love? Living furniture, classic musical numbers, and true love’s kiss to wrap it all up in a neat little bow. Alec didn’t quite see the appeal. He could appreciate the hard work that went into the animation, but the real world was a lot crueler than a strong man belittling his Daisy’s intelligence and a group of men trying to kill a beast that they viewed as dangerous. Problems in the real world didn’t magically stop existing because you sang a little song or had a single dance. And he would know. As it turned out, Tess was not fond of dancing. His clumsy-if-well-intentioned attempt to smooth over an argument with a romantic dance had certainly proved that. Talk about only working in the movies.

Back to Daisy. Because she adored Beauty and the Beast so much, she had decided that she wanted to be Belle for Halloween. She’d also decided that she couldn’t possibly be Belle without a Beast, and in the absence of any younger siblings or pets who wouldn’t care what they wore, she’d decided the next best option was her father. Her grumpy, people-hating father who may as well have been a beast himself at times. She’d begged and pleaded like her life depended on it, making promise upon promise upon promise. She’d eat her vegetables, do her chores, go to bed on time (wasn’t she doing that already??), anything and everything to make him say “yes”. 

He’d lasted all of five minutes. 

So there he stood. Halloween night. In a big, furry Beast mask, a blue and gold suit, a tail, horns, fake claws, and even more fake fur that itched like crazy as Princess Daisy-Belle stood at his side, giggling up at her daddy as he stood stiffly in place. Tess, meanwhile, stood a few feet away with her phone out, snapping picture after picture for the future and completely failing at hiding her laughter. 

“Come on, Alec, smile!” she tried, forcing her own smile off of her face. “You don’t want Daisy looking back on these and just remembering you being grumpy, do you?”

“You try smiling when you have polyester fur down your—” he cut himself off with a grumble and forced a happy smile.

“There you are, that’s a love,” Tess replied, still snickering. “All done.”

Alec sighed with relief and turned to his daughter, this time with a genuine smile. 

“Alright, wee princess, are ye ready to go?” he asked, scooping her into his arms as she squealed delightedly.

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” Daisy cried back, wrapping her little arms around her father’s neck and squirming like she’d already eaten a kilo of sugary sweets.

“Glowstick?”

“Got yer bucket?” he asked, placing her back on the floor.

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

“Shoes?”

“Uhh…” Daisy looked downward, picked up her skirt to see her feet, and ran off to get her shoes. Luckily, they were just a pair of black Mary-Janes rather than anything sparkly, so there would be no need for a second photoshoot. They hadn’t been the shoes that Daisy had wanted, but both Alec and Tess had insisted on practical shoes rather than the tiny yellow heels that had been on display beside the costume. After all, how was the girl meant to trick-or-treat if she was struggling to walk?

As soon as the errant shoes were strapped on, the little group set off to raid the neighborhood candy bowls, full of as much Halloween spirit as they could muster (though it should be said that one member was notably lacking). Overall, it was a pleasant, fruitful venture. Being police, Tess and Alec had done their best to settle in a safe neighborhood in Sandbrook, full of old folks and young couples and positively brimming with free candy, which was all that really mattered on Halloween night. As expected, the father-daughter duo raked in copious amounts of colorful candy. Lollipops, jelly fangs, M&Ms, Skittles, you name it, it was in the bucket. Alec had to wonder, in the back of his mind, if this had been a factor in Daisy’s insistence upon dressing up together. She was a smart kid, so he wouldn’t put it past her to figure out that the cuter she was, the more candy she could get. Eh, it didn’t really matter. She wouldn’t want to dress up with him forever. Even if he did have fur in places where fur should never be, he’d cherish the unrestrained love of his daughter while he still had it.

With aching feet and heavy arms, the Hardys arrived back home just as the porch lights began to wink out. Halloween night was drawing to a close. Being that it was Tuesday, Daisy couldn’t stay up much longer, or she’d be too tired for school. Realistically, her class wouldn’t be doing much of anything the next day anyway, but that didn’t mean that she should be allowed to stay up until midnight cramming her cheeks with chocolate and crisps and whatever other junk people gave out for Halloween. No no no, she was sent off to shower, put on some jammies, brush her teeth, and hop along to bed. When she came out, she made a beeline for Alec, thankfully already changed, and made sure to hug him and thank him and tell him how much she loved him. A happy smile parked itself on his face, and Tess couldn’t help a smile of her own as her husband waltzed into the bedroom and settled beside her under the covers.

“What’s got you so happy?”

“Nothing, love. Just happy to see Daisy so happy. Snickers?” Alec held up a pair of candy bars that he’d pilfered from Daisy’s bucket.

“You didn’t. Stealing from your own daughter?”

“Parent Tax.” Alec shrugged and unwrapped a bar. “Don’t tell me you weren’t going to do the same.”

“Touché, sir.” Tess took the second bar and dug into it, only getting a bite in before turning to press a chocolate-tasting kiss against Alec’s lips.

“Happy Halloween, love.”

“Happy Halloween, darlin’.”

[princeloww]

i think we should give tess some sympathy from time to time. yes, what she did was absolutely horrible, but we don't know the context of what their relationship was like. it's kind of implied in the short stories that tess was very unhappy with alec, at least during the sandbrook case. she did something horrible, but there's still gotta be another side to it. people generally don't just cheat for shits and giggles. i feel like alec was probably so wrapped up in the case and so (unprofessionaly) emotionally engaged that he failed to give tess any of that emotion.

we know how grumpy, ratty and bossy he gets when he's super tied up in a case. when he's overexerting himself by throwing himself completely into work. he's called shitface for a reason. he gets really emotionally involved in cases and seems to struggle to handle it. It's a flaw. It's unprofessional.

now think that his wife is one of the people working under him, like ellie or all of the other co-workers he doesn't remember the names of. there's going to be tension. he's going to get annoyed, she's going to get annoyed - they both have strong personalities. Alec can't just switch off work mode when he gets home. we know this.

the relationship is going to suffer drastically, and it's going to feel one sided. Alec puts all his investment and thought into work. He forgets about lunch with daisy, in s3. He loves daisy, but he just gets far too wrapped up. Tess is probably going to feel like shit, and if her co-worker (an equal, unlike her boss) is offering her the support and attention that alec ISN'T, maybe it makes sense for her to fall into that, no matter how awful it is.

I really don't like tess, I think her attitude is a bit strange in season 2. But she isn't this evil villain punching-bag that she's sometimes made out to be. she makes mistakes, big ones, but she still deserves sympathy. she even gets annoyed when Alec takes the 'moral highground' - suggesting that he DID do something wrong. he isnt completely innocent either, yet he's a lot of the time painted to be this complete, sad victim who is entirely pure of error when it comes to their marriage.

she's not just a bitchy, jealous woman.

[mostlyblues]

In honour of his birthday, I'm going to rant about some of my favourite roles of the global treasure (yes, I'm promoting him from the ‘national’ status), David Tennant. Feel free to add your own.💙

Fourteen Doctor: This might seem like an odd choice to start with when there are popular choices like the Tenth Doctor and Crowley, but this character holds a very special place in my heart. I've been a fan of DT for about 6 years now and it started with Doctor Who. I love Ten but Fourteen is just more dear to me. Mostly because he made me excited again for one of my favourite TV shows. As a character, he has all the trademark qualities of the Doctor - the genius level intellect, endless compassion, and love for new adventures. But he is somehow more mature and softer, and I loved this development. Also, that blue coat and that (1) button - you know what I'm talking about.

Phileas Fogg: Such an underrated TV show. The chemistry of the trio, the adventures, the title sequence music - there's so much to love about this. And Fogg is such a real character. So far from perfect, this man will often appear as aloof, vain, self-absorbed and even a coward. But I think Phileas is one of the best roles ever played by Tennant. Yes, he's flawed but he's also intelligent, so incredibly kind, and yes, even brave. If you haven't watched this show, I highly recommend it.

Alec Hardy: So different from most other charming roles of DT, Hardy is a sad wet cat. He's grumpy, not nice, and just really tired of the world (who can't relate though?). His reluctant friendship with Ellie is one of the best parts of the grim show. And the fanfic lover in me can't stop screaming about how whumpable he is.

Crowley: I was going for the top three kind of ranking but the thin dark duke slithered his way over. And how can you not love Anthony J. Crowley? From this pure delightful joy while creating stars and nebulae (I can't get over David's face and the happy noises he makes in this scene) to his reluctant and vast love for his Angel and the earth, Crowley is very easy to fall in love with (take notes, Aziraphale. I know you love him but please use your words. Crowley, at least, tried). 

I wanted to add more characters, especially the Shakespearean ones (I love Hamlet, but Benedick has my heart), but the list won't simply ever end then. So, I'm just going to say name all the ones I love and end it here - Simon Yates (There She Goes), Dave Tyler (Single Father), Campbell Bain (Takin' over the Asylum), Harry Watling aka The Sexy Vicar (Inside Man, this show was so freaking stressful but I loved David's character), every single Shakespearean character he ever played (even the ones I haven't or probably won't ever get the chance to see - cries in Macbeth), and, of course, Scrooge McDuck (DuckTales).

So, thank you DT for gifting the world with some of the best, most adorable, wholesome, gender-enviable characters to ever exist. (Except for the creeps, freaks, and ruthless murderers, which we kind of love as well). Happy Birthday! 💙

[spindle-girl]

Shade 4.c

Love Lost's dream, then her dream again, then her dream ag--

Rain's pov after telling Breakthrough, planning some murder, and a visit to the leadership of the Fallen

“I have to go away for a bit.” “You weren’t going to say goodbye?” “Were you?” Love Lost asked.

sounds like this guy isn't interested in raising Everly either? his point against Love Lost not being a mom seems hypocritical. more upset at his wife not being around than the mom of his kid

“And we’re wizards.  It’s not allowed.  It’s a pact of a promise.” “I know.  You and me, we’re wizards and we keep our word.”

like, not only does the kid seem to pick up Lee lying, but Lee's words seem to be on purpose directed towards Love Lost

Her eyes went first to the slash of red, the gap between nostril and teeth, where the upper lip had split.  Then to Everly’s eyes, which pointed in slightly different directions, unfocused.  Gone. She reached for Everly and the movement of the crowd didn’t let her make contact.  People moved in, stepping on her, on Everly’s body, and Love Lost fought, fierce, desperate, and animal.

oof.

Love Lost raised herself up straight, then went to the kitchen cupboard, retrieving a bottle of headache pills.  She doled out two into her hand.  The stem of a wine glass was briefly visible as she washed them down.

don't think that's going to help lol

The red-haired wizard had once had a teacher but he was gone.  There was only the knight who had ‘raised her up’, who had red hair like her.  The knight ‘detected’ crimes and was always very tired and very grumpy.

daw. this is sad

“I’m going to try to be a better mom, okay?” Everlyn nodded. Everlyn pulled to one side.  The movement of people around her tugged her, threatening to pull her from her mother’s arms.  Her expression was so afraid. Again, just as before, down to the last detail[...] [...] Love Lost hugged her daughter without hesitation or reserve, burying her face in Everlyn’s hair. “Too tight.  That hurts,” Everlyn said. The sound of the crowd mounted, the distant rumbles and rattling echoing.  People brushed across Love Lost’s arm, in greater and greater numbers-

shards are some of the biggest assholes ever

Love Lost was in the small chair.  The same chair that had been in Everlyn’s room. Rain recognized the stuffed animals, the toys, and the little belongings.  Nothing too personal, none of the wizard pictures.  None of the swords-and-sorcery superhero stuff that the more moody eleven and twelve year old Everlyn had kept on her wall.  None of the toys were ones she’d indicated any attachment to. Hollow.

this is sooooo good

“I thought the admission I’d killed people would have had more impact than the things the Fallen has done in the past,” Rain said.

boss, that stuff includes killing

“Someone doesn’t have your kind of guilt without something that bad or worse,” Ashley said. “You didn’t think you had a choice.” “I didn’t,” Rain said.  “But it doesn’t change what I did.” “I know,” Ashley said.  “When I was talking to the group about understanding what I’d done and how, I knew that sometimes Mrs. Yamada would say things and it wasn’t to me.  Most of the time, when you asked about things, it wasn’t about me, it was about you.”

i was about to say Ashley number 1, but then she agreed with Rain saying it doesn't change anything. makes sense for them--i think--but nah, not having a choice def changes stuff. early alec, lisa, rachel, and arguably brian would not do well if captured by them

“Just Victoria and the kids, then.” “Just Victoria and Kenzie,” Chris said. Rain looked at Chris.  Chris shrugged.  “Accidental.”

oooh. Chris crumbs. love the shrug

“I feel like someone needs to say something,” Tristan said.  He looked around the group, at Ashley, Chris, Rain.  He looked back at Sveta and Kenzie. “Shit, out of the four of us, it’s supposed to be up to me to make the moral argument?” “You don’t need to argue,” Rain said. “Really, I get it.  It’s shitty, but I thought all day yesterday about this.  I’ve got to do something.” Tristan paced a little, then walked a short distance away.  He muttered something under his breath. It was Byron who walked the same short distance back.

lmao. Tristan really said no way man and switched over to someone who had better morals

“The shitty part of the idea?” Byron asked.  “The thing that worries me?  It’s the idea that the worst things might bubble to the surface and get in the way of this being genuine or good.  Chris is talking about Kenzie making components or alerts for traps that are going to potentially maim?  No.  That’s… really not right.” ... “Oh.  That’s obvious.  All the way,” Kenzie said.

Kenzie's 100% gonna kill one of them

She had a gun and she had it partially because she was his friend and she wanted to protect him.

oh, okay. i was confused why Erin was going to go back. bad move, but it makes sense

“No,” Tristan said.  “I appreciate you stepping in, sorry for pushing you into that conversation.  I need to think.  Take the rest of my time.”

heyyy, this seems like good progress for Tristan

“She looks stressed,” Byron observed. “Bad day yesterday.  It’s starting to catch up with her, Fallen being Fallen.” “And even like this she’s so stunning it sucks the air out of the room,” Byron said. Rain looked in the direction Erin had gone.  “Yeah.” “I don’t know how you do it.” Rain wasn’t just talking about Erin.

the heck is this conversation??? "yeah dude, sucks she had a bad day at the sexist camp she's forced to be at. say, still hot tho. don't know how you handle being around her" what????

Erin kept her eyes forward. “What have I told you about not ignoring me?” Seir asked. “I’m sorry, sir,” Erin said, turning her head to look at him. Her neck and jaw were stiff.

run him over run him over run him over run

The house wasn’t even two years old, but it looked older, because the white paint on the wooden slat exterior was haphazardly applied, brush strokes long and the paint allowed to go thin.  There was a white-painted fence, and none of the teenaged escorts went past the gate.  They stopped beyond, standing guard there.

it is funny the Fallen tried to get the horror farm asthetic

But he saw some.  Her presence jumped into his head.  He looked away, but it didn’t help.

oooh i like that, "her presence jumped into his head" literal jump scare

“Your uncle beat you.  You’re weak but you’re one of our blessed,” she said, speaking in his ear.  “We could have him crippled or killed.” “I asked him to, mama.” “Even so,” she said. “He is- he’s everything you want in a soldier,” Rain said, and his words were halting as he tried to defend a man he didn’t even love or like.  “Hurting him to make a point or impart something onto me would hurt the Fallen more than it helped anything.”

oof.

He’d only seen her leg and foot, and she’d jumped into his head, tactile, audible, present, impossible to ignore. Now, seeing her in full, it was more pronounced, heavier, insofar as the frail woman could be ‘heavy’.  Her hair was long, bleached silver, and frayed.  Her face was thin enough that it appeared older. It was worse.

again, Rain can be funny sometimes. yeah, that sure is worse. not exactly if that's how most people would describe it, but it fits

“And be a loyal soldier. Think of me,” she said. “If you don’t, you know what will happen.” “Yes mama,” he said. “Allie. Your aunt and uncle. Erin, her family. And you won’t see me. You’ll see other things.”

literally no one should fault you for this shit Rain

Rain didn’t want the escort, but he didn’t want to refuse.  Mama Mathers- Rain flinched as she appeared, standing further down the hallway.

... so it is based on thinking? or is thinking not enough to set it in, but it's enough to activate the power when one of the five senses perceives her?

“I can’t see anymore, Rain.  My eyes have no power.” Rain nodded.  They were at the door now.  Elijah didn’t let him go. “But what I say?  My words have more power than before.  All I have to do is tell you to, and you’d want it.  I could tell you to be gleeful to have the worst punishment we can offer, and you would be, because it would be in service of the Fallen and Mama.”

Taylor: whelp. time to remove a voice box

When the cluster dream whisked his consciousness away, it was a mercy.

should just tell the cluster they'll do more harm if they leave him. wouldn't be lying

End Notes:

btw, i don't think Love Lost was a great parent or anything. just seems like her husband was a dick too. that Gold Morning scene really got to me tho. gonna look at the newest Junebug art since it has a golden background and be sad

were the noises Love Lost was hearing something that happened because of the dream or was she actually hearing that in the moment?

poor Everlyn. shitty parents and terrible death

Rain trying to spill his guts about seeing the girl he unwilling helped get trampled to death and Byron constantly changing the conversation to his love life was weird. i think i get the purpose, Byron trying to get Rain to focus on the positives and all, but he does not have the skill to artfully change the conversation

[faejilly]

Ok, I gotta know what “canon complicit” is for the WIP ask meme!

Mostly it's coda fic for individual episodes of the Shadowhunters TV show, to be honest, and there was a tumblr post about canon compliant vs complicit vs compatible which made me laugh so... [THIS, btw, is the version I saw, iirc]

I did specifically use it partly to be petty tho; when I got stuck on rewatching the show to do coda fic for the first two seasons (I was only actively fandoming at the same rate as the show for like, the very end of s2 into s3) I was also reading a lot of fic on AO3 and there was just... there was a lot of fic that seemed really out of character to me, and some of it was people who read and liked the books and were pulling aspects of characters from there (which I'm never gonna do because Clare is terrible) but some of it was people who were just... imho... wrong about my faves. (As people are wont to be, but we all must suffer in silence if we're not going to be assholes about it. 😅)

So some of the episode/fic notes in that folder are very specifically emphasizing aspects of the show's characterization that I particularly liked and was especially unlike fanon/book canon so there's a bit of spite!fic in there, yk?

Specifically I started and stopped like five different things where-in Alec is going to Pandemonium because I'm sad the show didn't let them hang out there, even if I understand that filming clubs is a pain and a half and they probably spent all their money on shiny swords and Magnus' wardrobe. (And I can't begrudge them Magnus' wardrobe because I enjoyed that tremendously, and I'm mostly even more indifferent to fashion than fanon!Alec.)

I was particularly proud of this bit in there, and istg I'm going to actually get it into something I publish eventually; it takes place in between s2 & s3, I guess? The timeline on this show is nonsense, don't worry about it. (Post soul-sword break-up & reconciliation.)

Magnus inches a little closer to Alec, until his knee bumps against Alec's shin. "If you're there as my boyfriend, especially a Shadowhunter, you're going to get a lot of attention." "So?" Alec flicks his fingers out, as if dismissing that. "You don't generally like people staring?" Magnus tilts his head, suddenly wondering if he knows Alec as well as he thought he did. Alec snorts. "Be hard to give a briefing with the entire Institute or a grumpy Council staring at me if that bothered me." "But..." Magnus waves his hands almost helplessly. He has no idea what to say to that. How did he get something this simple so wrong? "I don't like attention if I don't know what my role is, if I don't have, I don't know." Alec shrugs, as if he's not sure he's making sense, but he's going to keep going regardless. "Rules to follow? If I don't know what I'm supposed to do, or how I'm supposed to do it." Their entire relationship tilts slightly sideways in Magnus' head, and he sighs out a long shaky breath. Ohhh. "But you know how to be my boyfriend." "I'm not sure I do, considering." Alec's mouth twists, bitterness and regret and guilt, and Magnus has to hold in a wince. "I made myself think I had to keep all my roles separate, but that didn't work, that isn't possible, and I'd like..." He trails off again, a hint of a frown wrinkling its way across the bridge of his nose. "You'd like to try?" Magnus whispers. "Yeah." Alec ducks his head, the hint of a blush warming his face. "I want to do better this time." "So do I." Alec smiles, and his face is soft and Magnus has no idea what's happening, but he's certainly not complaining. "I didn't think you'd want to deal with a club." "Why wouldn't I be able to deal with a club?" Alec looks affronted, and his frown is back. Magnus bites his lip and lifts his eyebrows. "Clubs are full of people." Alec rolls his eyes. "I don't hate all people." "Darling." Magnus grins this time. "You like about six people in the entire world." "More like twelve." Alec lifts his chin, his eyes looking vaguely upward as if he's counting. His lips twist with amusement as he teases. "Alright, maybe ten."

[alexanderlightweight]

Hi! Hope you've been feeling better 🩵 I was really excited to see that prompts have been opened

This could be treated as either a question or a prompt (either is swell with me)

In your kelpie!au, does Alec ever interact with shadowhunters? Specifically, izzy, Jace and/or clary? Even the thought of it has me snickering

Thnx

I’m going to answer it as a question because meta lore! and yes at some point he will have to deal with them. He can sort of tell that he and Izzy are distantly related but he’s not too interested in it and he kind of wants to eat a shadow hunter because it’s been a while.

Alec is trying really hard to figure out whether Izzy would taste worse or better if she’s kin, since Alec will eat anyone who tempts his temper.

You know, once Magnus gets over his territorial-ness regarding Alec eating people.

Alec is very instinct driven and he’s two kinds of eldritch angel blood. Unseelie and nephilim and he was pretty much honed by wild magic.

Magnus is handling him but Magnus basically pulled a Jurassic park and brought a velociraptor into a city. Difference he can control his predator.

Clary almost does not make it through her first meeting with Alec with all her flesh in tact. Magnus really can’t complain either because she was being insulting and no one is allowed to insult his Alexander.

But Magnus spends a lot of time socializing and gentling Alec until he’s sure he can get through an outing without Alexander getting into a fight

Kelpies are traditionally very intense. Alec is doubly so. And he’s pretty possessive considering he’s been wooed by Magnus for decades and was pretty lonely and still grumpy about it.

Like Magnus proved himself within the first decade. Then rest just pure overkill.

Hope this makes sense ^_^

🩵 lumine

[im-out-of-it]

part 4 of season 2, episode 18 “awake, arise, or be forever fallen” continued FIRST MALEC FLASHBACK

50. Alec waking up is the cutest thing

51. I love not out season one Alec because he constantly goes from “I’m not gay” to “I’m gay” in seconds around Magnus

Magnus goes from I’m insulted to you really think I would tell anyone about this??????

52. Alec: I’m never drinking again

53. season one Alec was on another level (sorry Alec we thought you liked Magnus calling you pretty)

54. Alec: I’m not gay I’m not gay I’m not- fuck I’m gay

55. THE RETURN OF I HATE CLARY ALEC I MISS THIS ALEC

56. Alexander, magnus knows you’re gay. it’s quite obvious

57. I posted similar ones in the last part but Magnus looks so precious here

58. it goes to show that Magnus is having much of a struggle as Alec is

59. Magnus: oh I’m sorry I helped your friend babe

60. since I have a shit ton of parallels to go through, I’m going to be adding them randomly just to make y’all cry because if I’m crying, everyone else has to cry too WE WILL CRY TOGETHER

61. I know everyone loves the first time parallel the most but I really love this one just as much. season one Alec being a grumpy not openly gay man who is constantly battling with what he wants

62. Alec goes from I’m not gay to I’m gay instantly around Magnus as if you could fool us. I know people bitch about Magnus not looking like Magnus did in season one (which I love season one Magnus) but be grateful we got these flashbacks okay???????

63. Alec instantly trusts Magnus so from the start, they have trusted one another which also plays a role in the last few episodes and I would say this season. trust has been a huge theme so if you go back from the beginning, they never had an issue with trusting each other

“valentine” asking Alec to trust him

don’t you trust me with the DNA

Magnus finding out about the soul sword and I would say accusing Alec of not trusting him to keep his word

64. I have so many parallels that I love but going from I can’t let my people know I let a shadowhunter stay in my loft to happily having Alec in his bed and Alec calling Magnus’s loft home is at least in the top five in my opinion. it shows growth that they both seem wanting to protect their reputations to ending season two as I don’t care how people view us, you’re the one I love

you could also add this with Alec not thinking he can have what he wants in season one to Magnus thinking the same in this episode, to end of season two Alec and Magnus both sort of having both happiness and career. I only say sort of because Magnus does lose his high warlock position but he’s then in a position to have clients so kind of same?????

adding a part 5 to finish up the flashback scene

[malec-rec-a-day]

Flames to Embers

Title: Flames To Embers

Author: notcrypticbutcoy

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary:

Jace froze. His parabatai rune burned white-hot, but he hardly felt it. It was easy to forget what people looked like, long ago, but the image of the boy in front of him was unmistakable, even with the emo fringe and the scowl. In fact, when combined with the defensive stance, hazel eyes, and still-healing cut through his left eyebrow, it made the whole thing more convincing. “What the fuck.” *** Teenage Alec is magically poofed into the time of his forty-year-old self, and what he finds is really quite overwhelming. Especially the really hot guy he’s apparently married to. Or: in which Teen Alec is very grumpy, Magnus thinks he’s very cute, and Adult Alec is Tired™.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41877432

[dxvidtxn]

A calm evening (request)

(Alec x teen!gn!reader)

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

“‘Ello, sweetheart.” Greeted Alec as he watched you kick a stone across the ground outside of the Broadchurch police station. “How was school?”

“It was okay.” You shrugged, gaze fixed on the stone at your feet. Jeez, you’d never felt so tired in your life. Not only had you been working your arse off all day at school but you still had to at home!

“You sure?” Quizzed your father, raising an eyebrow as he saw your sullen expression. His attention turned toward the sigh that left your throat as you looked back up at him, an utterly exhausted and miserable expression seeping across your features.

“It’s just..I’m so tired, Dad.” You sighed. “I’ve had so many exams and I’ve still got six more to do! A-and my teachers are still giving me bucket loads of homework, it’s like they don’t care! I can’t do anything in the evenings besides revision!!”

Alec huffed in joint irritation. He hardly got to see you during the week and now, the one time he saw his lovely child, you were stressed and exasperated. “Oh, ‘m sorry love.” He murmured pitifully, holding his arms out before feeling you come forward and curl into him. “It’ll get better, I promise. ‘M sorry I can’t do anything to help.”

“It’s fine, Dad. It’s not like it’s your fault, is it?” You replied, a feeling of hopelessness consuming you, despite the comforting warmth of your father’s chest against your cheek. For once, you saw a little smile spread across his face. He looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Well, there’s not much I can do but I do know there’s chippie down the road. You fancy one?”

“But you hardly ever eat.” You laughed, that usual happiness in your gaze coming back for a moment, causing a proud feeling to rise up inside Alec. “‘S unlike you.”

“Anything to make you feel better, darlin’.” He answered, squeezing your arms with his rough hands before letting you go. “C’mon, my treat.” He insisted, holding out his hand to signal you to walk along beside him.

“Alright.” You shrugged, flashing him an appreciative look before speed walking towards him — his long legs making it hard for you to catch up. “So,” you began, shoving your hands into your pockets, “how’s work?”

“Eh, it’s..it’s as crap as usual to be honest, kid.” He remarked. “Miller’s as annoying as ever.”

“What? Miller, annoying? Seriously? I like Miller.” You frowned.

“That’s ’cause you don’t work with her.”

“Yeah, well I sit next to Tom in science and he’s alright. He’s funny, actually.”

“Still not changing my opinions.” Stated Alec nonchalantly. God, he could be stubborn sometimes. “You’re still just a wee bairn, darlin’. Believe me, your thoughts on ‘em will change.”

“Dad, I’m fifteen.” You huffed. “You just don’t like Miller because she puts you in your place, doesn’t she?”

“…”

You snickered at the grumpy expression that rose upon Alec’s face. Oo, you’d caught him out! “I knew it!” You giggled, slapping his arms playfully. “She’s really not that bad, Dad. You just don’t like how good of a detective she is.”

“Oh, shush.” Grumbled Alec, rolling his eyes before finally reaching the Chip Shop. His worn hand tugged at the door handle and pulled the door open for you.

The inside of the shop was warm, the smell of vinegar and battered fish in the air met your nose in a tasty combination. You’d missed the Chippie. You guessed you’d have to sit and eat your food whilst you revised for some stupid exam once again which made you roll your eyes. However, maybe one evening without a shit tone of studying was okay, right?

“So, what’d ya want?” Asked your Dad, squinting his eyes — his nose scrunching in the process — as he tried to read the chalkboard menu on the wall in front of him. “I’m guessing the usual?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded, watching as a young woman came to the counter to serve you. “Could I also get a Mr Whippy with mine too?” You quickly added, the idea of a nice, creamy, vanilla ice cream being incredibly tempting right now.

“Mr Whippy, really? I dunno how you like those things.” Grimaced the detective, quickly ordering and tapping his debit card on the card machine.

“They’re good, honestly! You’re just a weirdo that lets it drip down your hand when you’re given one.”

“I’m not a weirdo, you’re the weirdo.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You smirked.

“Here’s your order, sir.” Smiled the waitress, handing over the boxes of hot food over to the Scotsman next to you. And with that, the two of you made your way out of the shop and back home.

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“Is Daisy home?” You asked curiously, setting down your box of food and finding a nice place that’d keep your ice cream cool whilst you ate dinner.

“Nah, she’s out with Chloe, the Latimers’s daughter.”

“Oh, yeah, her. I like her, she’s nice.”

“Mm, she is actually.” Nodded Alec. Wow, he actually agreed with you about other people for once. You could’ve sworn he hated everyone besides you and Daisy. “Although, Dais should be back around tomorrow evening, I’d guess. She’s doing a movie night, so.” He shrugged, grabbing his box of food and slumping onto the sofa in the next room,

Movie night? Oh, movie night! That reminded you, there was that movie you’d downloaded the other day that you hadn’t managed to watch yet. Oh, it looked so good. You didn’t know whether your Dad would’ve been particularly interested in watching it but, oh, well. He didn’t really care, as long as he spent time with his kids. “Actually, Dad, could we watch a film I downloaded the other day?”

“Sure, love. What’s it called?” He answered, raising an eyebrow as you got comfortable on the sofa next to him.

“I…forgot. But, it does look really good!”

“So good ya forgot the name of it?”

“Well…yeah. Look, just let me find it.” You assured, grabbing the TV remote off the coffee table beside the sofa and clicking on the screen before you.

The second you’d pressed play on the movie, you immediately stuffed your face with a bunch of chips. Oh, god you’d been so hungry and you hadn’t even noticed until now. Fish and Chips had never tasted so good and it only took you about twenty minutes to move onto your ice cream.

Eventually, you found yourself growing tired, taking the opportunity to rest yourself comfortably against your father’s shoulder which he responded to by wrapping his arm around your shoulder comfortingly. “I love you, Dad.” You murmured, eyes lazily focused on the screen before you.

“I love you too, darlin’.” He smiled.

[disventure-rewrite-takes]

okay, I just finished watching the finale, so here are all my thoughts plus little rewrites. also Trevor is officially transfem in my brain so she's Tatyana now, idk I don't make the rules.

Tomjake: I dunno I still don't like the ship nearly as much as I did when i first watched dvsc, I think it's got far too much screen time and precedence over the series. but it does make sense for their spinoff, and honestly, their closing arc wasn't terrible. as always, found it overly rushed, but with the emotions I guess it could make sense...idk if anything I'd just slowburn that shit. make it worth watching!!

Tom (Himself): I'm sorry but when the hell did he get WATERBOARDED? this show I swear to god...that isn't slapstick comedy ONC 😭💀 that's some serious shit why hasn't it come up at ALL?! like come on!! I would give Tom some discomfort around water, and at least a small discussion about it, ffs

Ally: idk if this is a rewrite but "you can have your yaoi moment later" is on par with "thank you I'm going there" and I love it. she needs more one liners

Gabellie: RAAAAHHH let's go lesbians!! sad Gabby got bit by the tiger but the screen time they get is everything to me, they needed more of this and I would so add that if I could

Tatyana and Emily: as always I love her, she's so silly to me and very dear to my heart. I love that she's still kind to Emily but also calls her out on her shit. kinda building on what I've talked about with Emily but I'd love to have Tatyana be her voice of reason when she's living in this revenge and rage filled part of her mind. in a rewrite I think I would definitely have Tatyana talk Emily down before the scorpions so she isn't hurt, and Tatyana quits, Emily doesn't go to prison, Emilyana is endgame and I'm happy <3

Riya: not pleased she won, I doubt most people are. but unfortunately it's probably the most satisfying end to her arc. I like that even Krystal isn't happy with her winning, and Connor finally is done with her. the only thing I'd change is that Eesha doesn't call her, so she really has no one except her fame.

Alec and Fiore: AAAAA I love them so much, Fiore caring about him, Alec finally adopting her, the bus scene and him carrying her, this is literally my lifeblood and my soul rn. I wouldn't change a damn thing, it's amazing <333

Krystal/Other Staff: I love the way her arc ends with deciding to change the way she's gonna do things, quitting DSVC and letting in new hosts. another very satisfying end for me honestly. if I had anything to nitpick, for the scene on the plane, I'd put her in the dress she's wearing in the S2 finale, just because it's pretty and I think it helps her come full circle as a character, plus it suits the trip to Cancun!

The End Photos: I also love that, love seeing Lill and Nick a bit, all the cute little end story pieces for the characters. I'd just add more honestly, I love the idea!!

y'all should see the notes I took while watching this finale honestly, I was going feral– I kept screeching and talking out loud 💀

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love all your thoughts pumpkin anon, emilyana is real to us and we all love fiore and alec. also ur not alone in screeching and talking to yourself cuz i genuinely had to repress a scream at all those fiore & alec scenes. i love you grumpy middle aged man adopting a quirky little girl trope

[nyx-knacks-writes]

Just Remember That You're Still Alive

Spoilers ahead! (TW: mentions of cheating, divorce, murder, rape, etc. Stuff that the show [Broadchurch] is known to tackle. Also there is foul language.)

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For a beach town like Broadchurch, summer was undoubtedly the busiest time of the year. Wave after wave of tourists crashed down upon the town week after week, day in and day out, and tourists, as DI Hardy well knew, meant trouble.

Tourists, for the most part, were happy people with dopey smiles and loose wallets. They ran around gasping and gawking at everything, getting way too drunk, spending way too much money, and stirring up way too much shit. Bloody tourists. Needless to say, Hardy was perfectly happy to see the tourists shove off for the season.

However, despite his general disdain for the visiting population, Broadchurch didn't feel quite right without all the tourists milling around. After all, Hardy had first come to Broadchurch as one of the tourists, back when he was a little boy. Even when he'd come back to Broadchurch with Claire, it had been dead in the middle of summer, and the town's population had been accordingly swollen as compared to the colder months. All to say that he was used to seeing the town all busy and bustling and bursting with life. Now, as autumn swept in with her cool breezes and brightly colored leaves, Broadchurch had turned quiet, peaceful, and at times, just a little spooky.

Roundabout five in the morning, Hardy had found himself staring up at the ceiling from his bed, utterly incapable of going back to sleep. He tossed and turned and, for a moment, debated simply getting up and starting his day. But Daisy, so far as he knew, was sleeping soundly in the next room over, and the floors creaked, and the doors squeaked, and the kettle shrieked, and he just knew it would be impossible to run through his morning routine without waking her up. This would result in a grumpy teenage daughter on his hands. Not really an ideal 'first thing in the morning' scenario. He'd at least like to get the poor girl to school in a neutral mood rather than outright bad.

It was funny, he mused, resigned to an hour or so of continuing to stare at the ceiling, how catching murderers and rapists hardly even made him break a sweat, but the prospect of dealing with a crabby teen kept him firmly in bed like a scared little boy. But he didn't have to worry about screwing up the development of murderers and rapists as they grew into adults. One way or another, that had already been done. Daisy, on the other hand, was his sweet, precious daughter, his little girl who wasn't quite so little anymore. He did have to worry about screwing up her development. Actually, that had already happened, given the divorce and the cheating and the falling out with her mother, even though pretty much all the blame on those was down to Tess. So it was more on him to help her work through those unfortunate events and try not to put his foot in his mouth and/or get himself killed in the meantime. Sure. No sweat.

Alec shook his head and sighed as his thoughts meandered on over to Tess. Oh, Tess. He had dearly loved her, really. He was just... exceedingly poor at showing it. And that was being generous. He was missing her more than ever. After his unsuccessful attempt to reunite their family, and after taking Daisy back down to Broadchurch, and after the Danny Latimer trial and finally solving the Sandbrook case and catching Trish's rapist, well... his head had been quiet. He'd had more space for her in his mind. And she'd filled up that space about as quickly as it had become available. He knew that he really shouldn't be missing her. After all, her cheating had ultimately been the fuck-up (no pun intended) that had royally screwed up his career and caused the divorce. But he missed her anyway.

At the very least, she knew what it had been like to be a teenage girl, even if that knowledge was time-blurred, shadowy, and belonged to a bygone era. She better understood how to navigate the ups and downs and sideways-es of cliques and crushes and whacked-out-hormones making you think up was down and left was right. All he could do was threaten—er, instruct teenage boys not to play around with his daughter lest they incur the horrible, hair-raising wrath of DI Hardy.

A soft groan slipped out of Alec's mouth as the thought of teenage boys called to mind the Photo Fiasco from Daisy's first few months in Broadchurch. He was nearly certain that that had been the worst time of Daisy's life, perhaps tied with the divorce. She'd been new in town, she'd been completely at odds with her mother, she'd had a father who was busy just about to the point of being neglectful, and to top it all off, her shiny-new friends had turned against her and spread her intimate photos in what had to have been the worst betrayal poor Daisy had ever suffered.

Alec imagined it must have felt like the dreaded 'naked in school' dream come to life. Not that he thought she had any business taking those sorts of photos to begin with. He didn't care if she was technically an adult. The human brain didn't finish developing until, what, twenty-five? She still had a ways to go, and if she'd never taken the photos, the whole situation would never have come to pass. But that seemed like victim-blaming to him. Was that victim-blaming? It was true, logically, but... Maybe it was best he'd never said that to her. In any case, this was the sort of incident that tended to stick (oh, goody, another thing to screw up her development) both personally and professionally. It wasn't the sort of thing he ever thought would happen to his daughter. Maybe he could ask Miller for tips. She knew what it was like to be a teenage girl, despite not knowing what it was like to raise one. Yes, he could ask Miller.

Hardy shifted onto his side, watching as the deep blue of night gave way to a gray, foggy morning. At least it wasn't—nope, thought too soon. Rain began to patter down upon his window, and thunder rumbled outside like the snore of a giant. Even Mother Nature didn't want him to get out of bed. He rolled over to check the alarm clock and nodded to himself. Six o'clock. Good enough.

At last, DI Hardy lifted himself out of bed to face the day, ignoring the pops and pains that marked his age. He made his way to the door with a yawn and a stretch, mentally adding another task to the to-do list. He needed to take Daisy to school. He couldn't have his little girl arriving to school soaked, could he? After all, she'd complained before that the building was too cold. At last, he went to wake her, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Another day was officially beginning, whether he was ready for it or not. Another day full of trial and error, failure and success. And he wouldn't miss it for the world.

[lakesbian]

i can't draw so i need everyone to imagine my undersiders pride lineup in their mind palaces with me (aisha and alec holding up a bisexual flag while aisha grabs taylor, taylor looking all embarrassed and mad and argumentative while being dragged into a sort of lean into the Bisexual Corner, lisa standing next to taylor making a smug little knowing pose at her while delicately holding one end of a lesbian flag, rachel looking grumpy and very 'only here because they made me' holding the other end of the flag, brian standing at the end wincing at the nearly-toppling aisha + taylor stack and awkwardly holding a really tiny ally flag on a stick)