#saltyalec

[wi1helms]

what has happened is a colossal military d i s a s t e r

[moonylady]

kiss me with rain on your eyelashes

this fic was inspired by this lovely drawing by @mundanelion ♥ thank you so much for this beautiful piece and for letting me use it as my muse!

this is a mix of show!canon and book!canon when it comes to magnus’ past

tw: non-graphic description of drowning, past trauma

(thank you to my wonderful beta @magnusragnor who, as always, did an amazing job and put up with my anxious self. i love you)

He should have known from the moment he woke up to the sound of Alec moving around the dark room, stubbing his toe against the dresser and muttering curses under his breath, that this wasn’t going to be the best day. The fact that it was still dark and Alec wasn’t laying in bed, under the warm sheets and and wrapped around Magnus should have been a clue.

“Alexander?” he murmured sleepily.

Through half lidded eyes he saw Alec freeze, his silhouette framed by the city lights filtering through the gap in the curtains they forgot to close the night before, a thin ray of ghostly white breaking through the shadows.

“Hey. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Alec said in a low voice, approaching the bed and perching on the edge. “A team just got back from patrolling and they’re insisting on giving their report directly to me. I need to go, Izzy said it looks like it’s important.”

Magnus wasn't a heavy sleeper. His work didn’t always have the most normal schedule and while he could control the time he met his clients, emergencies happened at any hour. Leaving the comfort of his bed in the middle of the night because of some attack or weird magical occurrence wasn’t as strange of a concept as he would have liked.

So him sleeping through Alec receiving a message, getting out of bed, and wandering his way around the room for long enough to get mostly dressed, was very telling. It was sign of how safe and comfortable Magnus felt in his presence that his body didn’t go into alert mode at this kind of disturbance. That notion was enough to soften the furrow of his brow, if not his pout, at the realization that Alec was leaving at four in the morning.

Heaving a sigh, Magnus intensified his pout just because he could.

“You’ll let me know if it’s something serious, right?”

Alec’s gaze softened, features clearer now that he was closer, his hand running through Magnus’ hair, pushing the dark strands away from his face. “Of course.”

He kissed Magnus forehead, lingering for a second before retreating. While that was lovely and made Magnus heart flutter in his chest, if he was being denied morning cuddles, he was going to need something more to keep with him during the day.

He lifted his chin and Alec got the message, leaning down again and kissing him. It was sweet and languid, the delicate caress of butterfly wings with a slight current of electricity underneath.

“Go back to sleep,” Alec whispered against his lips before pecking them one last time.

He got up, grabbing his jacket from a chair. Before he could leave the room, Magnus snapped his fingers and conjured a portal for him. With one last grateful look over his shoulder, Alec stepped into the portal and out of the loft.

Half an hour later of tossing and turning, Magnus phone lit up with a message from Alec. Apparently the very important thing the team had to report was that they had found a shax demon nest in Queens. Magnus could picture Alec rolling his eyes. That wasn’t particularly urgent or even unheard of, not to mention that Jace and Izzy could have handled that without him perfectly.

If new recruits didn’t kill Alexander, then they will certainly kill Magnus. Or the other way around, Magnus wasn’t sure yet.

Realizing that going back to sleep was a pointless endeavour, Magnus got up and started the day. It only went downhill from there.

First, he was in a meeting all morning with the High Warlock of Oslo, who wanted to consult something with him. That in itself didn’t sound bad, but the man was grouchy and impatient, refusing to explain the situation to Magnus in detail, but still expecting him to solve the problem.

After that, he spent the afternoon meeting clients. The last one was a mundane with the sight but no much contact with the shadow world, and while she was nice and offered him some very delicious cookies, she gave Magnus the impression that she paid for their meeting more for the experience of knowing a warlock and watching him work than because she truly needed his services, since she couldn’t decide on what she wanted and kept changing her requests. No matter how good the pay, and the pink sapphire she paid him with was incredibly beautiful and valuable, he was too powerful to be putting on this kind of show. The time for him to prove himself passed centuries ago.

Needless to say, when he left to go home, he was exhausted and in a bad mood. Adjusting his coat to protect himself against the crisp autumn air, he decided to walk home instead of using a portal since he wasn’t far. Gray clouds that had been present all day were moving lazily in night sky, the stars hidden behind them.

It wasn’t until he was almost at Nightingale Towers that it started raining, but even then Magnus didn’t hurry his steps. He had always liked rain and the light drops falling weren’t enough to bother him.

When he finally got into his loft and closed the door behind him, Magnus released a heavy sigh. It had been a long day, time passing slowly and weighing on his shoulders.

He disposed of his damp coat and started walking towards the bedroom, turning on the lights and putting the kettle on the stove with a tired twist of his wrist.

He took off the rest of his clothes and threw them over a chair, erasing all signs of water from his body and hair with a snap of his fingers. He grabbed a black sweater with red flame designs, light but cozy, along with some black jeans from his closet and didn’t bother with shoes. The cold floor felt good against his feet when he walked to the kitchen, kettle whistling while he picked a bag of chai tea from the cabinet.

There was comfort in doing this manually instead of just summoning it from any café in the city. Watching the steam ascend when he poured the boiling water in the cup, feeling it warm the air around him. His rings clinked against the ceramic when he picked the mug, the light echo of it sounding louder than it really was in the empty apartment.

He intended to go to the couch, settle there with a blanket and a book until Alec got home, but his feet took him to the window the moment he caught the sight outside. The dark clouds were thicker now, rain falling heavier, distorting the view and cloaking everything with a grey hue.

The last time he had stood in front of this window while rain hit the glass, he had been pondering a choice that he never had to make.

He could discern the Brooklyn Bridge, the red and yellow lights of the cars crossing it looking like blurry dots in the distance, the East River a dark mass under it. He was too far away to see the rippling effect of the raindrops hitting the surface, but he swore he could almost hear the steady cadence of rain impacting water.

There was a time when the sight of large bodies of water made Magnus uncomfortable, nervous even. Not because it reminded him of drowning, but because it brought up images of fire.

It reminded him of a kid running through the rural paths of a place that once was called Batavia, water soaking his clothes and and wet hair falling in his eyes, breaths coming too short, hot air and the dust his steps lifted burning his lungs. His legs were tired and aching, muscles cramping with every step, but the boy couldn’t stop, wanting to put as much distance as he could between him and the lake, desperate to reach a place where he could escape the pile of ashes that had once been his father ― stepfather.

But no matter how fast or how far he ran, he could still see red and orange out of the corner of his eye, feel the heat of the flames licking at his face and smell the rotten scent of burning flesh. The screams were the worst, anguished but hateful to the end, reverberating in his ears louder than the rapid beating of his heart.

He had not lied to Alec when he said he knew how to control his powers back then. He had been practicing, playing with his magic from the moment he discovered it. Before his mother killed herself he had never been afraid of it, of what it could do. It had been a source of endless wonder, a light in the silence of night. Never a cause of harm. After what happened, however, it felt tainted. He felt tainted.

But that control, as impressive as it was for an untrained child, didn’t extend to his fears. The panic and adrenaline running through his body directed his every movement, from his first frenzied attempts to get away from the hands pushing his head deep into the water, one in his hair, one in his neck, hold tight and unforgiving; to the tremor of his hands still present hours later, visible every time he brought them up to wipe the tears from his cheeks, tendrils of red dancing uneasily between his fingers ―magic still near the surface, hot and ready to lash out at any sign of threat.

Abomination.

Lightning illuminated the sky, painting everything in shocking white for a second, pulling Magnus from his thoughts. He hummed, bringing the cup to his lips and counting the seconds in his head until thunder roared. Fourteen seconds. Two point eight miles. That wasn’t too far.

Holding the cup with both hands against his chest, he closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall next to window. Taking a deep breath, he savored the mixed scent of rain and the spices from the tea, letting it settle in his bones. He felt tired and restless at the same time, like the sea before a storm, strong gusts of wind over the surface and too many undercurrents pulling in different directions in the depths. The sound of the raindrops hitting the window was helping him calm down, washing away all the anxious energy. He could feel his shoulders loosening and his back relaxing, a tensed bow string put to rest, even as his hands gripped the cup more firmly.

He could feel the warmth emanating from the cup and seeping into his hands, but also radiating from his insides, spreading from his stomach and chest after the sip he took. 

Warmth was the first sensation he ever associated with his magic, not only in a physical way, that tingling humming feeling in his hands when light surrounded them, but also in his soul. Discovering his powers was like drinking wine after only knowing water all your life, not necessary to live, but so much richer, an explosion of color, infinite layers of taste in your mouth, a delicious buzz in your head.

It felt natural to call that power into existence, give it physical form.

For a short while that feeling was shrouded in childish innocence, the lights in his hands felt like bliss and tasted like freedom. But life had always been quick, and merciless, when it came to teaching Magnus. He soon learned that his magic was something much more visceral than that, pulsing and alive. Something that originated somewhere in his belly instead of his chest, hungry and demanding, but also soothing and consoling. Sometimes roaring, sometimes purring. Monster.

Magnus Bane was the name the silent brothers in Madrid had given him. Great destruction. He supposed it made sense, especially back then. When he arrived in Spain there was no trace of innocence left in him, mind already hardened against a world that seemed set on hurting him, even if his heart was still a tender bleeding thing. Not that he could ever change that.

Full of loneliness and bitterness no one so young should possess, Magnus knew he was dangerous. He never attacked anyone. After what happened with his stepfather he was careful with his magic, so careful, wary of the hunger he could feel swelling inside of him when he felt too much. And he always felt too much. But the power was there, at tip of his fingers, swirling inside him. Magnus was an angry scared young boy, rabbit heart and tiger claws, a force of nature. The name suited him.

Even then, it took him a while to make it his own. To see beyond it, to recognize the potential to do more than cause havoc and raise hell despite his past. Oh, he could do that, and did it whenever the need presented itself, making sure that everybody was aware of his power ― let others fear it the way he had feared it once. But he was also more than that: he could heal, he could create, he could protect. His magic brought almost endless possibilities, limiting himself would have been foolish.

The sound of a door closing brought Magnus out of his reverie. He opened his eyes slowly, the world turning into focus gradually; outside the loft the rain have evolved to a full raging storm, and the warmth between his hands had vanished, cold ceramic in its stead. But everything faded into the background again when he turned around to the sound of approaching steps. He was greeted by the sight of Alec entering the living room, light from the chandelier reflecting off the beads of water falling from the ends of his hair and travelling across his face and neck, wet clothes dripping on the floor.

He was looking directly at Magnus, sheepish expression painted on his face, and a happy smile blooming on his lips. Breath catching slightly on his throat Magnus wondered if he would ever get over the way Alec looked at him sometimes, as if the weight on his shoulders seemed to lighten up the moment he caught sight of Magnus. Here he was, looking like a very handsome drowned rat, with all reasons to be frustrated and annoyed, but instead he was smiling, looking like Magnus was the most precious thing he had ever seen, like Magnus was a star, bright and burning, a cosmic phenomenon, the only light in this storm.

They’re beautiful, Magnus. You’re beautiful.

Magnus found himself returning the smile. His feet started moving even before he thought about it, taking him closer to Alec since he apparently wasn’t advancing more into the room due to his drenched clothes. As if Magnus cared about the floor when he could be kissing his boyfriend.

He left the cup of now cold and undrinkable tea in the first table he passed. Once they were close enough, they both leaned forward at the same time. Alec’s lips were cold against Magnus’, the feel and taste of them filling Magnus with warmth despite it. He heard Alec release a sound of contentment and smiled into the kiss.

“You should’ve called me. I would have made a portal for you,” he said, leaning back just enough that he could look at Alec.

“The rain wasn’t this bad when I got out of the Institute,” Alec responded with a shrug.

Magnus arched an eyebrow at him. He knew why Alec hadn't called. Yes, he had been visiting clients and working all day, but nothing strenuous enough to cause magic depletion, his boyfriend worried too much. Not that Magnus could fault him for being considerate.

He rolled his eyes anyway, but didn’t even try to prevent the fondness from infusing his voice. “You’re silly.”

Alec nodded distractedly, gaze directed at Magnus lips, before capturing them in a kiss again. He brought one of his hands around Magnus waist, pulling him closer until their chests were pressed together, the other at Magnus neck, thumb caressing his jaw and tilting Magnus head to deepen the kiss. Magnus closed his eyes and let himself be swept under the tide of emotions that kissing Alec always caused.

The rain and the tea had helped him relax, but it wasn't until he found himself in Alec’s arms, surrounded by the earthy of smell of rain and the lasts remnants of Alec’s aftershave, that he truly felt his muscles unlock. Alec smelled like the first rays of sun hitting the dewy grass, like wet sand moving under your feet when the waves receded from the shore, like a lullaby sung by a voice long forgotten. Alec smelled like home.

With that thought Magnus gasped a little, breaking the kiss but not pushing away, foreheads pressed together and panting breaths mingling. When was the last time that someone could unravel him with just a kiss, that someone had touched him and reached a part of him other than his body.

He had never met someone like Alec, who saw all of him and reacted with wonder and tenderness, who learned his past and felt no pity and not fear, that was horrified not of Magnus but for him. Who got to knew him and still wanted him. That was why it had been so easy to close himself off after Camille, to believe that he would never have this so it was okay to stop trying. He had always been so good at breaking his own heart, it was time he started protecting it. It was also why he had found Alec so enticing from the beginning, with his pretty face and even more beautiful soul, so much hiding under the façade of the perfect soldier. Without even trying Alec had disarmed him, ignited a spark within him he thought extinct and, hopeful fool that he was, Magnus let himself fall, let himself fight for this. And, for the first time, it hadn’t exploded in his face. It had brought him here, to this cold stormy night that couldn’t compete with the warmth in the eyes looking at him.

There’s nothing ugly about you.

“I missed you today,” Alec said, not letting go of Magnus.

Alec claimed to not be good with words, yet he always managed to leave Magnus breathless every time he made a statement like that ― wide eyes, conviction clear on his expression, blunt and painfully sincere. It had always been extraordinary for Magnus how Alec had learned from a young age to hide, to guard himself, but how he also weared his heart in his sleeve, always shining through when he was with those he loved, present in his kind nature and caring disposition. Protected yet so exposed at the same time.

He knew how easily hearts could shatter. Alec’s faith in him, to not break his, to keep it safe, humbled and scared Magnus. But that was the thing about Alec, he made Magnus want to try, to be better than before, for himself and for them. He gave him hope. If his sins were marked by a red curved blade and tasted like ashes, Alec’s love felt like rain, refreshing and all encompassing, with the promise of the sun and life at the end.

“I missed you too, darling,” Magnus responded, fingers playing with collar of Alec’s jacket, voice low.

“Sorry. About your clothes.”

Magnus frowned in confusion and looked down at himself. Sure enough, his sweater and pants were wet from where they were touching Alec’s.

“Oh, what a tragedy. Guess I’ll have to take them off,” Magnus exclaimed, feigning despair and looking up to Alec with a glint in his eyes.

“Yeah?” Alec responded with a mischievous smile. “You should take a shower too, we wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Magnus murmured before kissing Alec again,starting to push him in the direction of the bathroom.

“I was thinking we could make pancakes for dinner,” Alec said between kisses down Magnus neck.

Magnus paused, blinking a few times at the out of the blue comment. His hands stopping trying to take off Alec’s jacket, not that he was making much progress with how the fabric was sticking to the shirt underneath. Once the words registered, he laughed happily, throwing his head back; Alec had quite the sweet tooth despite taking his coffee as black as his clothes.

Magnus hummed, in acquaintance and because his boyfriend had taken advantage of his exposed neck. “I’ll even throw in hot chocolate.”

Alec groaned loudly, looking up and locking their lips in a searing kiss, his subtle stubble rasping against Magnus mouth. Magnus should be amused at so much enthusiasm at the mention of chocolate but right now his only concern was reaching the shower.  

For so long Magnus had felt like he had never stopped running after that day in Batavia, no direction and a muffled purpose, afraid to look back and terrified to look forward, for what fate could await someone like him. But now, every time he thought of the future all he could feel was a hand holding his, a whispered promise bathed in shades of hazel.

[alecsimon]

everyone wanted this so i bring u battle couple malec + kissing in the rain enjoy!! :**

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Magnus felt his magic pulse through his veins and out of his palm, blasting away another Circle member. He dodged an attack from someone to his left and kicked the guy hard in the stomach, sending him flying backwards.

Beside him, Magnus could see Alec fighting with his seraph blade against a demon. This huge fight on the beach had been nothing but brutal, and Magnus was resorting to fist fighting to preserve whatever magic he had left in the case of an emergency.

Him and Alec hadn’t even spoken since the night of Max’s procedure, after Magnus walked away from Alec and almost broke down on the elevator ride up. As soon as Magnus had heard about the attack on the beach, he ran as fast has he could. The thought of Alec in danger was almost too much to bear, and he ended up getting there in the knick of time, managing to kill a giant demon dragon with Alec and Izzy’s help before the Circle members arrived.

Now it was pouring rain, cracks of thunder rippling through the air. Lightning illuminated the battle scene, as well as various colors of warlock magic. In the midst of the fight, Magnus found himself staying by Alec’s side, and he had a feeling that Alec didn’t really want to leave his.

“Magnus!”

Magnus whipped his head to the side to Alec, punching a Circle member in the face and using a small burst of magic against a demon crawling towards him.

“What?” Magnus shouted back above the thunderstorm and noise of the fight.

“I love you!” Alec replied after he took a moment to fling an arrow into a distant demon and stab another Circle member in the stomach.

“Is now really the best time?” Magnus said loudly, grabbing a discarded seraph blade off the ground and watching it come to life in a glowing red. He stabbed the Circle member gaining on Alec from behind, and Alec shot another arrow into the distance.

“Now might be the only time,” Alec said, turning around and meeting Magnus’ eyes, their chests suddenly pressed together.

Magnus got lost in the moment for a second, opening his mouth to respond when -

“Duck!”

Magnus pulled Alec down with him as a Circle member tried to swing at them, and Alec elbowed the guy in the nose and then in the chest, letting Magnus kick him down to the ground.

A new onslaught of demons came in, and Magnus and Alec circled each other while fighting them. They worked together, Magnus ducking while Alec shot an arrow over him, Alec swinging at a demon as Magnus stabs him. They covered each other from every corner, working together in a lethal dance.

“Magnus,” Alec shouted again, stabbing a Circle member and flinging their body on a demon to catch it off guard before shooting the demon in the chest. “I love you. I want you to know that. Whatever happens tonight, just know that.”

“Don’t you dare,” Magnus panted, scrubbing his wet hair out of his eyes as thunder boomed in the sky. “Don’t you dare insinuate that you’re going to die.”

The rain began to pour harder, and Magnus could see Alec was soaked and bone-deep exhausted. Everyone was. Luke wasn’t far, fighting with Maia and Simon. Magnus could see Izzy in the distant, killing a demon that was sneaking up on Meliorn. Wherever Clary and Jace were, taking care of Valentine and Jonathan, they needed to do it quick.

Thunder ripped through the sky like broken glass as Alec stabbed the demon right in front of Magnus, watching it disintegrate to pieces. Magnus looked up and caught Alec’s gaze.

This stupid, marvelous Shadowhunter Magnus fell for.

Alec’s dark hair was plastered to his forehead, and rain droplets were dripping off of Alec’s nose. There was a fire in his eyes that came from fighting. Sometimes Magnus forgot that Alec was brought up to be a soldier, and that fighting in combat was in his blood.

Beneath all that, however, was just a boy with a heart of gold.

“I love you, too.” Magnus responded. The world around them seemed to have frozen, everyone else background noise to that very moment. Alec actually smiled, and there was a nasty cut on his temple and a Circle member’s blood on his collar, and yet Alec was still beautiful and deadly and Magnus was so in love with him he could hardly breathe.

Alec grabbed the front of the jacket Magnus was wearing and tugged him forward, locking their lips together.

Magnus exhaled into the kiss, cupping the back of Alec’s neck to hold him close as they kissed on the battlefield. The rain kept pouring, and Magnus shivered, though that wasn’t entirely from the cold.

The moment seemed to last hours, but it still wasn’t enough. Next to them, they heard a grunt, and they broke apart, looking to their side where Jace just killed a demon that was about to attack them.

“Guys,” Jace said, looking exasperated, stabbing another demon to his left. “Guys, it’s done.”

Alec met Jace’s eyes, and Jace gave a short nod.

“They’re both dead.”

A wave of relief washed over the beach, because the hardest part was over. Clary and Jace were back helping them finish off the demons and Circle members that remained - but it was done.

Sebastian and Valentine were dead.

The fight continued on, but now even through their exhausted state, everyone was more determined than ever to finish this. There was finally an end in sight.

Alec shot arrows left and right, killing off anyone who came close to him. Magnus swung his red seraph blade, and Jace ran to get closer to Clary, kicking demons and killing along the way.

The wind picked up from the storm as Magnus killed another large demon next to Alec, before he heard:

“Look out!”

Just as Magnus turned around, he noticed Alec jump and fall, and a shout of pain cut through the noise like a knife.

“Alexander!”

Alec fell the the ground, clenching his teeth together in pain. There was a dagger sticking out of his shoulder, and blood was pooling out of the wound. Behind him, Magnus could hear Jace scream ‘you dick!’ before a man yelped and the Circle member fell to the ground, dead.

Magnus dropped the seraph blade and fell to his knees next to Alec, trying to assess the wound.

“Do you -” Alec started, hissing his teeth in pain and looking up at Magnus. “Have any more of that free of charge warlock TLC?”

“What are you -?” Magnus asked, before the memory hit him full force and he tried not to laugh, because Alec was hurt, god damn it. But Alec was smiling up at him and his eyes were shining bright full of hope and love, so Magnus leaned down and kissed him.

During their kiss, Magnus put a hand on Alec’s shoulder and pulsed magic into him as he slowly pulled the blade out. Alec gasped into his mouth and Magnus pulled away a little, their foreheads still touching as waves of magic rolled through Alec’s jacket and into his skin.

“Better?” Magnus asked, his voice quiet. The rain had calmed down, only a soft drizzle now, and the sound of chaos behind them was dimmed down.

“Better.” Alec said.

“As if I’d ever let anything happen to you,” Magnus said, cupping Alec’s face. Alec chuckled softly, putting pressure on his shoulder with his opposite hand. “I love you.”

Alec licked his lips and let out a breath, leaning into Magnus’ side.

“I love you too.”

The fight was over. The battle was won. Now, it was time to go home.

[damnmalec]

shadowhunters + incorrect quotes

[murphysannie]

big s/o to kris @saltyalec for the amazing banner!! thank u!!

days of dark ( magnus/alec | pg13 | 2/? | 20k+ )

Alec can’t wrap his head around what’s happening. It’s insane, and yet somehow makes perfect and total sense.

He crawls to one of the walls and moves down it before backflipping off it and landing perfectly on his two feet. He’s doing things he’s never dreamed of before, and yet everything in his body is telling him that this is right.

Alec looks at his palms again and grins. He can hear the buzz of the city in his ears, and smells the air from the sea not too far away.

He flicks his hand up and presses down his middle and ring finger to his palm, causing the webbing to shoot from his wrist. Alec climbs it and swings back and forth, getting some momentum before shooting another web and swinging from that one, cheering throughout it all.

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[bane-magnus]

make me choose:

malec wedding or malec ily (asked by @clockworkswans)

[daddariobane]

This boy is so salty I can’t.

[s0ftmalec]

👀👀👀

KRIS

ok ngl when u followed me i lowkey screamed bc i’ve been following u forever 

i was like sjkdhdfjkgfh

we don’t talk much but we def should 

lets be friends

i’ll make u cupcakes

and give u virtual hugs

and cry about everything

ANYWAYS I WOULD PROTECT U ALL THE TIME

I WILL FIGHT FOR U

AND I WOULD DIE FOR U

shhhh it’s true 

send me 👀 and ill make a ‘callout’ for you!! 

[is-alec-lightwood-still-salty]

Alec. Salt. Need I say more??

[ahsokaslesbian]

magnusragnor 👀 this was not sent by magnusragnor What who me????? also daddariossmile magnusbaene & saltyalec

@magnusragnor  lmao hi elle!!!! YOU ARE TOO CUTE!!! honestly you are the sweetest and your writing is so amazing, i am loving all your recent fics. also you are so so beautiful and i love you so so much!! ♥♥♥

@daddariossmile ceci is such a talented writer omg!!! also her mobile blog theme and icon are gorgeous!! she is so lovely too and its so nice following her!!

@magnusbaene ellie is always making magnus gifs and i adore following her for them. she is also another seriously talented writer

@saltyalec her blog description says she makes mediocre edits but Kris’ edits are actually amazing!!! also a real beauty and sweetheart!!

Anonymously send me a url, and I’ll tell you what I think of them!

[cat-loss]

thedownworld, saltyalec

@thedownworld

Do they follow me: Yes | No

Do I follow them: Yes | No | Now

What I think about their blog: ana is a ray of sunshine, she was one of the first people i talked to on here and she’s just so inspiring and strong?? we don’t talk that much anymore but i always have her in my mind 💚

@saltyalec

Do they follow me: Yes | No

Do I follow them: Yes | No | Now

What I think about their blog: honestly kris is so talented i’m always left speechless whenever i see anything she creates?? she draws, she makes edits, she makes gifs she’s just actual goals you know?? 😩

Send me a URL anonymously and I’ll tell you

[wi1helms]

HARRY STYLES COLOURS MEME / want one? purple (asked by @fircforaheart)

“beach, don’t kill my vibe”

[moonylady]

saltyalec replied to your post: you keep saying that i'm trying to kill you but...

HAROLD KILLED ME TOO I’LL SEE YOU IN HEAVEN LET’S BE ANGELS TOGETHER

EVEN ANGELS ARE NOT IMMUNE TO HAROLD’S BEAUTY IT’S BEEN CONFIRMED 

[alecsimon]

happy birthday, my dearest ellie ( @magnusbaene ) !! you are an extraordinary person who is not only beautiful and funny and smart, but you're kind and caring and i could talk about how much i love you for days. i hope your day is full of good vibes, good food, and good people, and i wish you all the love in the world. thank you for being amazing, and i hope you enjoy ur little gift ♥

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Alec knocks on the door of the loft, holding the plastic bag behind his back and bouncing on his toes.

Despite the fact that he and Magnus have kissed - twice! his brain helpfully supplies - Alec still feels weird intruding into Magnus’ home. Jace was out today doing god knows what, but he’d texted Alec that morning letting him know that Magnus wasn’t feeling well.

Alec hadn’t even known warlocks could get the flu. But he did some research, and found a small cafe in the East Village that made excellent chicken noodle soup from scratch. He isn’t sure if their first date last night and their kiss indicates that they’re boyfriends, but Alec so badly wants to find out.

After two minutes of standing at Magnus’ door, Alec knocks again. When he gets no response for the second time, he reaches for the handle, finding the door unlocked.

Alec slowly makes his way through the apartment, not used to how still it feels. Usually Magnus is the center of the room, as bright as the sun. Magnus gives life to the apartment, his movements fluid and calculated, as if he’s doing a mindless dance. Alec can’t help but be enraptured every time.

After turning on the kettle and setting the plastic bag he was holding on the island countertop, Alec made his way towards Magnus’ bedroom. The door is slightly agar, and Alec knocks once before slowly pushing it open.

“Magnus?”

“Alexander,” Magnus says from the bed, and Alec enters the room fully, closing the door behind him. “I’m afraid I’m not in the best state to greet you properly.”

Alec chuckles, taking in the sight before him. Magnus is sprawled onto his lavender silk sheets, hair a bird’s nest on the top of his head, and he’s shirtless. The trash bin next to the bed almost overflowing with tissues, and Chairman Meow is curled up at the end of the bed, fast asleep.  

“How are you feeling?” Alec asks, approaching the bed slowly, forcing himself to keep his eyes locked with Magnus’ and not look below his collarbones.

“I’ve been better,” Magnus replies before sneezing. “It’s just a -”

“Warlock flu, yeah,” Alec finishes for him, snatching the tissue box off of the bedside table and passing it to Magnus. “I may or may not have looked it up. Catarina Loss wrote an essay on it and said that this special herbed soup helps - so I brought some?”

“You brought me soup,” Magnus says after he blows his nose, blinking slowly.

“Yeah?” Alec says, shrugging a shoulder.

“I was just about to magic myself some,” Magnus says, still looking at Alec like he’s the strangest thing he’s ever seen.

“Well, it’s a good thing I came by then, yeah?” Alec says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Using your magic will only make you weaker. You need all the strength you can get.”

Magnus just continues staring at him, and Alec shifts in his seat. After a long pause, Magnus smiles brightly, and despite the bags under his eyes and the redness of his nose, he’s the most beautiful man Alec’s ever seen.

“I really want to kiss you right now, Alexander,” Magnus says ever so softly. Alec grins despite the blush on his cheeks.

Slowly, Alec positions his hands on either side of Magnus’ head and leans down, pressing a kiss on the corner of Magnus’ mouth. When he pulls away, Magnus is pouting up at him, though his hands are now resting on Alec’s hips.

“You’re a tease,” Magnus huffs.

“Well, hurry up and get better, then,” Alec replies, sitting back down properly on the bed. “Because I want to kiss you properly.”

“Is that a promise?” Magnus asks, reaching out a lazy hand to Alec, which he takes instantly, intertwining their fingers.

“Absolutely,” Alec says, running his thumb across Magnus’ knuckles. “Now how about I make you some green tea and then you rest, hm? Let me take care of you.”

“That sounds like an excellent plan,” Magnus says, curling his arm around his pillow and snuggling deeper into bed.

When Alec returns a minute later with the tea, Magnus is fast asleep, and Alec bites down on his lip from smiling at the sight of him. He sets down the tea on the bedside table and makes his way towards Magnus’ door so he can reheat the soup and maybe watch some TV, when he hears a soft “stay”.

Alec turns around and sees Magnus reaching out a hand, his eyes still closed. This time Alec allows himself to smile, and he kicks off his shoes and jacket before getting into bed and draping his arm over Magnus, pulling him close.

“Always,” Alec whispers back, and he feels Magnus shift and press closer to him, falling right back asleep.

A week later, when Alec ends up getting the regular flu, Magnus is there to take care of him, smothering him in kisses he claims are magic, and Alec thinks that actually, they just might be.

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