#writing Wednesdays

[alexanderlightweight]

Happy Wednesday! Hope our asks find you and your fam in good health!

Sfw/nsfw prompt: do you have anything more on Shifting Scales? I’m still thinking about Alec casually coughing up seraph blades 😆

thank you! happy a bit belated Wednesday as well and no one is currently sick with anything other than what's already wrong with us so we're doing pretty good! ^_^ thank you for asking <3

i do have some more (that I just wrote lol) and I hope you enjoy. I added some notes to help with verse insight! last bit here

<3 lumine

shifting scales

After Alexander returns to the Institute to file the contract and then comes back with a small bag, Magnus expects a little more... ‘something’.

Anything really.

Some kind of seduction would be nice.

Instead his darling shadowhunter is constantly in snake form. Instead of following Magnus around on his long legs, instead he slithers about by zig-zagging across the floor or coiling over the ceiling beams or even by managing his size.  Sometimes shrinking down so he curls around Magnus’ torso and shoulders like an elegant scaled boa rather than a feather one.

Because of all this, there's not a chance to woo him.  

Now, despite delaying going to the Institute for two days— leaving Alexander’s rogue shadowhunter in isolation — Magnus has gotten nowhere in his wooing.

He’s barely seen Alexander in human form, let alone had more than a few conversations with him.  True, Magnus is incredibly busy, but Alexander could at least join him for meals!

Apparently, he isn’t hungry and nothing Magnus has eaten smells good enough to tempt him from his snake form.

It’s with a sigh that Magnus summons a laotian dish of fried frog legs with a lemongrass sauce.

Alexander’s head suddenly appears, dropping down along with half his body from the ceiling. Tongue flicking out and focused, intent on the plate of food.

“Fried frog legs.” Magnus says and he brings one up to his mouth, watching how Alexander’s swaying stops and how he focuses on the meat.  It’s soft, succulent and flavorful under the crisp crunch and a moment later he has a human across from him.

Sitting down even, at the same table as Magnus.

Magnus feels a vindictive glee but also a bitterness.

If he’d been less worried about trying to tempt the palette of an angelic snake, he would have just ordered this dish sooner and skipped all the fuss of trying rare meats.

Considering how much Alexander enjoys the flesh of other beings, Magnus had assumed he’d prefer red meat.  It seems that he was wrong, as Alexander is looking at the plate and then at Magnus, pleadingly.

Magnus isn’t sure how Alexander manages to look so adorable, when he’s seen that same mouth unhinge and swallow a nephilim whole.  In another form, true.  But still, Alexander is a man — or snake — of many talents.

“You have words, Alexander.” Magnus reminds him, raising a brow in a taunt. Because he would actually like to hear Alexander’s voice for once. No matter how adorable his little hisses are.

“Can I try one?”

“I don’t know, can you?” Magnus mock teases, holding out one and Alexander rolls his eyes, second eyelid flicking down in annoyance. However it doesn’t deter him and Alexander even doesn’t bother taking it from Magnus. Instead he simply leans over, spine cracking and twisting unnaturally yet all Magnus can focus on is Alexander’s expression of blissful delight as he bites into it.

Alexander eats it from Magnus’ hand, ignoring mundane actions like leaving the bones, instead crunching them after he’s done stripping them off meat.  

As if it’s an extra treat. 

He licks Magnus’ fingers afterwards, tongue apparently forked in this form as well and it is doing things to Magnus, to receive all this information and only be able to offer Alexander another leg.

“I thought you weren’t hungry?” Magnus asks, because he’d offered food earlier and the snake had merely shaken his head and climbed the wall.

“I wasn’t. I’m still not.” Alexander licks Magnus' thumb and settles back down, cracking his neck and stretching and Magnus will be furious if he shifts back so soon. “It just smelled good.”

“I’ll remember that, for next time.”

Magnus isn’t sure if he’s promising himself, or Alexander.  However Alexander is still here, sitting and bipedal and Magnus is loath to lose the opportunity.

“I’ve rearranged enough of my meetings that I can meet with your problem, tomorrow.” Magnus watches Alexander carefully but there’s no relief or disappointment. Just his eyes carefully watching Magnus' face.

“Will we be sleeping there? Or returning here?”

“Of course—” Magnus pauses in his fervent denial at the idea of staying in a nephilim Institute, mind twirling and a smirk curls across his face. “Of course we’ll need to take a rest or two there. After all, I can’t keep the Commander out of his Institute for too many mornings in a row.  Someone might get the wrong idea, and we really shouldn’t leave your little problem in isolation for too long.”

Alexander looks even more confused by Magnus eagerness, which is fine.  Because he also looks pleased that his problem will finally be taken care of.

Magnus will ensure that Alexander figures out he’s Magnus’, one way or another.  Even if takes the gossip of Alexander’s own shadowhunters to clue his darling in.

Also spending the night at the Institute will give him more opportunities to fix things with Jocelyn’s daughter. Magnus has a signature to erase, some memories to procure and an excuse or reason that will keep Alexander around him long enough to get somewhere further than the slow progress Magnus is making.

AN:

*frog meat, garden chickens, fresh river fish, things like that often have a very clean, gentle and delicate and succulent flavor as a base (though it will sometimes be more muddy tasting if from a muddy lake or swamp area. Alec likes the delicateness of it. Alec likes how nephilim taste because he is also a nephilim. He’s actually really excited by some of the food Magnus starts introducing him to, he does enjoy red meat it’s just he normally gets that via cannibalism and so most red meat just isn’t up to par on flavor for him. He’s okay with sushi but not as fond of salt water seafood as he is fresh.

I should probably clarify that like, yes Alec is definitely interested in Magnus he’s just not quite aware that it’s sexual yet at the same time. He’s just like ‘wow he’s gorgeous and magical and warm and i want to wrap around him and take a nap. I love being able to just follow him around and watch how amazing he is and coil around him.’’

Magnus: i want to wrap him around me and fuck him unconscious 

Alec *already in snake form tilting his head cutely as Magnus wonders where he went wrong with his evening but already adapting.*

Magnus: well i’m not going to argue, if the anaconda wants cuddles, cuddles he shall have 

Alec just snuggling up on Magnus’ skin and wrapping his coils tightly — but not tight enough to harm — and moving with each inhale and exhale of Magnus and just, like the most content he’s been ever.

Poor Magnus, thinking Alec pays attention to and understands the gossip of his shadowhunters.

Magnus: we’ll sleep in your room darling? 

Izzy: ... i’m going to go... somewhere else. over there, now. magnus i won’t be able to hear your screams that way, raziel bless your poor soul.

Magnus: my screams?

Izzy: yeah, you’ll be horrified by his room. Don’t say i didn’t warn you.

Magnus looking at Alec’s room in actual horrified fascination. 

“Your bed is a tree? And rocks? What if you need to sleep as a human?”

Alec with a shrug: i sleep in izzy’s room or if it's bad enough, the medical wing.

Magnus: ... how hard are you trying to make seducing you? Because i’m willing to work even harder on this, but is this on purpose at this point? Are you amused by this, sweetheart?

Alec: this rock is my favorite, do you want to sleep here?

Magnus: — okay so it’s just natural. darling you make this so difficult when you’re so confidently ridiculous and adorable at the same time. No thank you, i don’t want your rock. I’m going to summon a bed. I’d like to sleep in it, with you.

Alec perking up: oh like at your—-

Magnus: no! No, not like when you sleep with me at my place I meant with you in human form, Alexander. Next to me, where we can talk and touch.

Magnus slowly teaching Alec human intimacy, scratching through his hair (something alec finds he really likes) or petting the scales on his cheeks etc.

Magnus: alexander, you know you can also touch me in return, yes?

Alec: no. no hands. No fingers. Just noodle.  

Magnus: you’re not a snake right now.

Alec glaring at him: am snek. Just snek. All snek. No hands.

Magnus: more for me?

Magnus does not mind that seducing Alec is taking forever, it can take as long as it needs to, he’s just also making sure he makes progress in some way. Like having a conversation with words. He wants Alexander, is sex happens thats lovely but sex doesn’t matter to him if Magnus can’t keep his Alexander. 

Alec is currently bemoaning the fact that he now has a reason to be human more. Like this is the worst, Magnus’ hands feel nice on his human body and comforting and warm and scratch itches alec didn’t know he had and soothe muscles alec forgot existed and how dare Magnus make Alec want to be in his stupid human form.

When Alec gets really blissed out on touch (because he’s unknowingly touched starved) he refuses to use his limbs while also refusing to turn into a snake. Though he sometimes turns into a snake when really tired or if he’s stressed and not sleeping well subconsciously so sometimes Magnus will just wake up with a snake no matter what.

Magnus has no idea that Alec’s already doing way more ‘human time’ than normal. 

The Institute is currently being kept in check and run by Mirai and Alec’s command structure.

*Two days of guarding him is basically nothing to secure Magnus help, plus Alec’s having a great time, and while also prolonging it, Magnus is clearing up his schedule so he can focus on the clary problem and also trying to figure out what the fuck happened with dot and jocelyn and why no one reported anything to him. The only reason he’s not more pissed is because Alec is distracting him and keeping him in a better mood.

Magnus is multi-talented okay. he's very good at plotting and plots. it's not his fault Alec is super demi and likes being a snake more than human most of the time.

*Alec having eaten a nephilim, then a werewolf Magnus was annoyed with, then a fae Magnus was insulted by: i'm really full? I don't normally eat this much all at once

Magnus wanting to eat with Alec: *sad*

Alec: stop telling me to eat people then!

Magnus: I like watching you work, it was especially adorable when you burped up that watch.

*everyone else*: there is something so very wrong with both of you

right now, seduction doesn't even mean sex for Magnus. he would just like some kind of an official acknowledgement that Alec is his, please and thank you or he will burn down the world.

i know everyone thinks that like, snakes are all sneaky and liars but that's human perception of them. they're also super blunt. all 'hey you, yes you. i'm shaking a rattle at you. I don't like you. come closer and die!'

[humanjarvis]

you’d been perplexed when sylus had called you in the middle of the day—which was usually his favorite time to rest. 

“can you come to the base, sweetie?” he’d rasped, voice thick with ruined sleep. “i need your help with something.” 

your confusion is all the more reason for you to head to the base. when you arrive, you let yourself in and greet mephisto with a poke on the beak before hurrying to sylus’s bedroom.

“is something wrong?” you breathe, all but barging in. quickly, you scan the room for threats or intruders before your eyes land on the hulking figure in front of you. 

the hulking figure who’s uncharacteristically hunched over his bed, head bent and looking defeated. 

at your voice, he looks up, and you know him well enough to see the relief and slight embarrassment in his ruby eyes. 

“…sylus?” you ask hesitantly, “what’s going on? you should be sleeping right now.” 

“i was asleep,” he agrees with a slow nod. “and then…i ran into a slight problem,” he responds carefully, eyes flitting forlornly to the side of the bed.

curious, you come to stand beside him, placing a hand on his sagging shoulder. it takes a few seconds, but then, you spot it: trapped between the dark oak boards of his bedframe is a small brilliant red gem, glittering slightly in what little sunlight fills the room. 

“are you able to retrieve it?” he asks quietly. “it must have fallen earlier. when you’re not here…i can’t sleep without it.” 

“o…kay?” you reply, your confusion only doubling. taking a moment to study him, you notice the small pout on his face and stroke his slightly mussed hair. “of course i’ll get it. just a sec.” 

a moment later, you’re kneeling down to stick your hand in the bedframe and wiggling your fingers until you feel the crystal’s cool surface. you pull it out in one fluid motion, blow the dust off, and deposit it into sylus’s waiting hand. flashing you a tired, grateful smile, he immediately places it securely under his pillow. 

“there you go!” you chirp, pleased to have helped him. “but…can i ask something? why didn’t you just fish it out yourself?” 

avoiding your gaze, he clears his throat before he speaks.

“…my hands were too big.”

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

[rachelsfav-queer]

Gomez: *standing on a table in the quad* I SHALL DEFEND MY DEAREST MORTICIA’S HONOR TILL MY VERY LAST BREATH AND EVEN BEYOND IT! YOU FOOLS WILL RUE THE DAY YOU EVER THOUGHT TO HARM MI ESPINA DE ROSA MORTAL!!

Morticia: *heart eyes* By the Gods, I love him! He is such a romantic! I will marry him by the end of the day!

Larissa: Jesus fucking Christ, I need alcohol right now.

*Approx. Three Decades Later*

Enid: *standing on a table in the quad* ANY OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA PUT HANDS ON THAT SEXY PIECE OF GOTH ASS IS GONNA LEARN WHAT 300 POUNDS OF WEREWOLF TEARING YOU IN HALF FEELS LIKE!! TRY ME YOU DUMB BITCHES! TRY MEEEE!!!!

Wednesday: *heart eyes* Oh my Gods, I have never seen such a romantic gesture in my life. I must go to acquire marriage documents this instant, but I cannot take my eyes off such a wonderful sight!

Bianca: That’s it. I’m calling Yoko, I need some hard fucking liquor to deal with you idiots. Holy fucking shit.

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 19

[beccawise7]

Orgasms and laughter. Two of the best things you can share with one another.

~beccawise7💜🖤

[hayatheauthor]

Creating Fear in Your Characters: A Writers Guide

Creating authentic emotions is vital for immersive storytelling, which is why I decided to make this series on how to write different emotions. After exploring rage, and sadness it's now time to delve into fear!

Fear is a powerful emotion that can manifest in various ways, from subtle apprehension to paralyzing terror. Here's a guide on how to write fear effectively, covering different aspects of your characters' behavior and reactions.

Facial Expressions

Fear often manifests first in facial expressions, conveying the initial shock or unease. Describe these expressions to immerse readers in your character's emotional state:

Widened Eyes and Dilated Pupils: Show the eyes widening in response to a sudden threat, with dilated pupils indicating heightened alertness.

Tense Jaw and Clenched Teeth: Mention the clenching of jaw muscles or teeth, signaling internalized stress or anxiety.

Furrowed Brow and Raised Eyebrows: Describe the furrowing of the forehead and raised eyebrows, revealing worry or confusion.

Quivering Lips or Lip Biting: Note subtle lip movements like quivering or biting, reflecting nervousness or fear.

Frozen or Stiff Facial Muscles: Highlight moments of fear-induced immobility, where facial muscles become tense and rigid.

Body Language and Gestures

Fear can also be expressed through body language and gestures, showcasing your character's instinctual responses to danger or threat:

Backing Away or Recoiling: Describe your character instinctively moving backward or recoiling from the source of fear, signaling a desire to retreat.

Raised Shoulders and Tensed Posture: Show how fear causes the shoulders to rise and the body to tense up, indicating readiness for fight or flight.

Trembling Hands or Shaking Limbs: Mention the trembling of hands or shaking of limbs, reflecting nervousness or anxiety.

Covering Vulnerable Areas: Describe your character instinctively covering vulnerable areas like their neck or torso, symbolizing a protective gesture.

Fidgeting or Restlessness: Note any fidgeting or restlessness, such as tapping feet or wringing hands, as signs of inner turmoil and fear.

Vocal Cues and Dialogue

Fear can alter vocal cues and dialogue, affecting how your character speaks and communicates their emotions:

Quavering Voice or Shaky Speech: Describe the voice quivering or becoming shaky, indicating nervousness or fear.

Rapid Breathing and Gasping: Mention rapid breathing or gasping for air, showcasing the physical impact of fear on the respiratory system.

Stammering or Hesitant Speech: Note any stammering or hesitant speech patterns, reflecting the character's struggle to articulate their thoughts coherently.

Sudden Silence or Lack of Verbal Response: Show moments of sudden silence or the inability to respond verbally, highlighting the overwhelming nature of fear.

Repetitive Phrases or Vocalizations: Describe repetitive phrases or vocalizations, such as muttering prayers or chanting reassurances, as coping mechanisms in fearful situations.

Reactions and Physical Responses

Fear triggers various physical responses in your characters, showcasing the body's instinctual reactions to perceived threats:

Increased Heart Rate and Sweating: Mention the character's heart rate increasing and sweating profusely, reflecting heightened physiological arousal.

Dilated Pupils and Heightened Senses: Describe dilated pupils and heightened sensory perception, as the character's senses become more attuned to potential dangers.

Muscle Tension and Rigidity: Note muscle tension and rigidity, as the body prepares for action or defense in response to fear.

Nausea or Stomach Churning: Show how fear can lead to feelings of nausea or stomach churning, as the body's stress response impacts digestive functions.

Fight, Flight, or Freeze Response: Highlight the character's instinctual response to fear, whether it's a readiness to fight, a desire to flee, or a state of frozen immobility.

Types of Fear and Emotional Depth

Different types of fear can evoke varying emotional responses in your characters, adding depth to their portrayal and the narrative:

Startle Fear: Describe the sudden, reflexive fear triggered by unexpected events or loud noises, leading to a quick, intense reaction.

Apprehensive Fear: Show the lingering sense of unease or dread that accompanies anticipated threats or impending danger, heightening tension over time.

Terror: Depict the overwhelming, paralyzing fear that arises from extreme danger or horrifying experiences, impacting the character's ability to think or act rationally.

Phobias: Explore specific phobias that trigger irrational and intense fear responses, shaping how your character navigates their environment and interactions.

Trauma-Induced Fear: Address fear resulting from past traumas or experiences, influencing the character's behavior and emotional resilience in present situations.

Verbs and Adjectives for Writing Fear

Here's a list of verbs and adjectives to help you convey fear effectively in your writing:

Verbs: tremble, cower, gasp, quiver, shrink, freeze, recoil, sweat, pant, gulp, shudder

Adjectives: terrified, anxious, alarmed, horrified, shaken, jittery, panicked, petrified

[poisonlove]

Wednesday Addams x F!Reader

• Reader is about to leave for work. Wednesday asks her if she's forgotten anything, and Reader gives her a kiss. Wednesday turns red and opens her hand to reveal Reader's keys/wallet/etc., saying

'I meant this, but it's appreciated.' Or smt like that!

forgetting something ?

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X fem!reader

Warning: fluffy

Author notes: I've received a lot of requests, I'll try to do them all!

Happy reading

"Love, what's the password for your phone?" I ask curiously as my eyes glance at the smartphone in my hand.

I found myself in Ophelia Hall in Wednesday's room with Enid, wanting to spend some time with my girlfriend. Enid was doing Things' manicure while sharing some gossip about some outcasts at school. Meanwhile, Wednesday Addams was making the most of her writing time.

Ignoring me.

The tapping of the keyboard abruptly ceases and Wednesday slowly turns towards me. Her brown eyes turn cold and dark as they meet Enid's, who visibly trembles in the face of that icy, penetrating intensity.

"Things, I'll finish later..." Enid whispers, her nervous smile betraying the fear inspired by Wednesday's gaze.

Without saying another word, Enid jumps up from her bed and hastily exits the room. The door slams behind her, resonating in the silent air as Wednesday watches her pass with an impassive expression, lips pressed in a subtle smile of satisfaction.

"How many times have I told you not to scare her?" I say with a small smile on my lips, and Wednesday looks at me without batting an eyelid.

"I didn't scare her," her voice is calm and controlled, without any hint of remorse or concern.

"You did," I sigh at her comment while absentmindedly playing with her phone.

"As you wish," Wednesday replies calmly, showing no particular emotion.

I smile shyly at her response.

"I told you not to use vulgar nicknames in front of others and you keep doing it," Wednesday justifies herself, looking at me curiously.

I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Vulgar?" I ask, feeling puzzled.

Wednesday nods timidly, without a hint of a smile on her lips.

I sigh loudly.

"Anyway... Could you tell me the password?" I ask again, wanting to change the subject to avoid ruining the atmosphere.

Wednesday tilts her head to the side and scrutinizes me with her gaze.

We've been together for a month, but I don't know if I'll ever get used to her quirks.

"My favorite plant" Wednesday replies in a monotone voice.

"Of course" I reply sarcastically as I type in 'Belladonna.' The phone unlocks, and I smile as I see the background: me and Wednesday embracing during the Poe Cup. The brunette had a stoic look while she look at me smile at the camera.

"Nice background," I say teasingly and Wednesday rolls her eyes at my comment.

"I know," she replies monotone.

I could see a small smile threatening to emerge at any moment.

"But don't you have any games?" I ask disappointedly, and Wednesday stares intensely at me.

"I barely use it to write to you," she justifies herself, and I nod understandably.

Wednesday and technology were two completely different things and couldn't fit in the same sentence.

"So you only have WhatsApp?" I ask curiously, looking at Wednesday.

"You're distracting me unnecessarily," Wednesday mutters annoyed by my questions. She turns her back on me and starts writing her story again.

"Thanks, Wed" I say sarcastically, and Wednesday continues to press the keys of the typewriter ignoring me.

"Why am I with her, I don't know," I mutter to myself, turning my gaze to her phone. I scroll through some pages and look at the apps.

I  choice YouTube.

"Because you love me," Wednesday replies loudly without looking at me "and anyway, I can hear you, be careful," she adds in a cold voice.

Was that a threat?

"Right" I reply aloud.

I start searching for what interests my girlfriend. Hundreds of horror stories and interviews of real murders, true photos, and thousands of hypotheses about monsters, unsolved murders, and much more.

Creepy but Wednesday's style.

"Y/n?" I raise my head from the phone and turn my attention to Wednesday who had once again interrupted her writing hour.

"Tell me, darling" I ask with a smile on my lips.

"Shouldn't you be going to work at the café?" Wednesday asks with curiosity.

My smile fades and I widen my eyes in realization: I had forgotten.

I quickly get up from the bed in a panic

"shit shit" I put on my shoes and look around the room in concern. "Where's the jacket?" I wonder, and I look around the room with worry. "You threw it on Enid's bed," Wednesday exclaims disapprovingly, and I smile hugely.

I internally thank Wednesday for her incredible memory.

I walk towards the door, but Wednesday's voice makes me stop.

"Forgetting something?" She asks seriously.

  I sigh at the unfortunate moment of being romantic. "You're right" I walk towards her and lean down towards her face to unite our lips in a sweet kiss.

As we separate, I notice that Wednesday's cheeks were completely flushed.

"You were forgetting the car keys, idiot," says Wednesday embarrassed, showing me the keys.

I had left them on her desk an hour ago when I arrived.

"Oh, thanks," I say embarrassed, and Wednesday smiles widely making my heart race a mile a minute.

"But I appreciated it" she confesses quickly and I smile back getting lost in her deep brown eyes.

Yes, definitely, now I remember why I'm with her.

[hatsbuckets]

price | gaz | ghost

John Mactavish who is restless after missions.

John Mactavish who talks his teammates’ ears off on the ride back, not caring an ounce if they’re listening.

John Mactavish who fills the space, the silence, the leftover tension with words, jokes, stories that tumble out like they don’t need to stop just for the sake of keeping the air from settling too heavy.

John Mactavish who laughs too loud, too easily, who tries to make them laugh too, because if they’re laughing, they’re okay.

John Mactavish who keeps talking, keeps moving, keeps the energy up. Who should feel tired but doesn’t.

John Mactavish who follows an antsy Sergeant to the locker room, lets himself be dragged into banter, back-and-forth, sharp and familiar. And throws a wet towel at one Kyle Garrick's head and dodges when it’s thrown back.

John Mactavish who lets himself be normal, lets himself be loud and easy and himself and feels the buzz of adrenaline settle—not gone, just quiet.

John Mactavish who moves again, because stopping isn’t an option yet.

John Mactavish who finds his lieutenant, sitting stiff, sitting quiet.

John Mactavish who crouches in front of him, grinning, teasing, nudging at him like that alone will shake off whatever is brewing in his head.

John Mactavish who doesn’t stop when the man huffs, rolls his eyes, glares—just keeps at it until the weight in his chest starts to feel lighter. Talking, teasing, waiting on one Simon Riley.

John Mactavish who watches Simon’s fingers twitch, watching for the moment Simon actually listens. Then pretends not to notice when Simon exhales, slow, steady, a release of tension that wasn’t meant to be noticed.

John Mactavish who grins just a little softer, who leans in just a little closer. And taps Simon’s knee as he stands up, as if to say, You’re with me, yeah?

John Mactavish who lets himself be stopped when he turns to go when a gloved hand catches his wrist. glances back, eyebrows raised, breath caught as the hand squeezes his own, just once, firm and grounding.

John Mactavish who lets himself be grounded and settled—drowned—in those beautiful, grease marked eyes that look up at him.

John Mactavish who swallows hard when Simon lets go first. And nods, just once, and walks away grinning like nothing just happened.

John Mactavish who finds himself at his Captain's office, where the door is unlocked, and the sight of one half-asleep John Price behind it with Gaz on top.

John Mactavish who makes his way in like he belongs there, because he does.

John Mactavish who grins at them both, full of mischief, before shoving his way onto the couch without a word, forcing himself into the space he belongs.

John Mactavish who burrows in, leans into the warmth, lets his body finally slow down. He closes his eyes, exhaustion creeping in now, welcome and familiar.

John Mactavish who is knows Simon isn’t far behind.

John Mactavish who is restless after missions,

but never too restless to be lulled into calm with the boys.

John Mactavish who groans at Price's snoring, but smiles, because he's undeniably comforted by the sound anyway.

price | gaz | ghost

[existentialterror]

[alexanderlightweight]

It's 5 mins after Wednesday where I am and I really don't mean to prompt outside of the designated day, but I fear I will forget if I don't get it all down now.

One of these days, I'd love a continuation of The Things We Do For Love. Maybe Alec waking up and just being happy that Magnus is safe and with him or the folks left behind being all sad/angry/confused that Magnus "stole" his fiance. Maybe thinking that he's gone "evil" or "corrupted" by Edom and trying to "rescue" Alec who is shirtless killing demons to impress his hubby.

Again, love your work and love that you seem to enjoy writing.

Ok, bye!

Oh nsfw coz why not.

Oki, bye for real real now.

you are absolutely fine! for anyone reading this also please do not worry so much, time differences exist and also writing wednesday doesn't end until I fall asleep or reblog the 'prompt closed' post. so it's okay to dip into thursday if that's the day it is where you are. this is not meant to bring stress or panic to people so give yourself grace!!

and I'm really glad that shows, like thank you so much for mentioning that. that makes me happy. because I do love writing and I never write if it feels like a chore or an obligation (except to my brain, sometimes I have an obligation to make my brain feel better via writing and I make time for that as part of self-care). I hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

the things we do for love (first part here)

Maryse stares at her children and wonders just when she really went wrong with them.  Because things had seemed to be stabilizing between all of them, yet this has proved her wrong.

“What did you think was going to happen?” She keeps her voice gentle, soft and yet still they both flinch.  She hides the hurt behind a calm face, knowing that she deserves to see them surprised by her softness. “Alec was willing to lose everything, to be with Magnus. They were engaged.  Did you think Magnus would just let Alec go like that? After everything the two of them have gone through?”

It’s understandable that they flinch at her softness.  They’re raw from her expectations and demands and they’re wounded by her love and care because it wasn’t there before.

“Alec will be fine with Magnus, what the two of you need to do is explain to Idris why you ignored the protocol Alec left behind.”  They both stare at her, wide eyed with shock.  Who exactly did they think taught Alec to write such sharp, efficient protocols? 

Alec improved what she taught him, but still, the lessons he learned at Maryse’s side are what made him into who he is today.  No matter how much she regrets the part she played at times.

“You broke every single request and order he made, as is his due as the Commander and Head. You don’t even have the rank to pull that. You used the confusion of Alicante still recovering and the Institute itself mourning.  The only thing you obeyed was that you brought in Healer Loss, except only after the Silent Brothers.  You didn’t even inform me, Magnus did!”

Maryse sighs, because Isabelle is crying and Jace’s face looks raw and she's not trying to torment her children, she’s trying to help them understand and grow.  It hurts her that after deciding to cause them no more pain, she finds herself trying to but not because she wants to.

“Alicante owes its entire survival to Magnus Bane. Do you really think they wouldn’t have let him have Alec after that? The Clave is willing to do anything to lessen the debt they now owe. Telling Magnus that you were sending him to Alicante was the most insulting thing you could have done.”

Maryse rubs her fingers over her brow, the only reason she’s not panicking is because Magnus won’t let Alec die.  Her son is still alive because of Magnus and Maryse has no doubts that Magnus won’t let anything stop him from waking Alec up.

“Now, you’re both going to eat and then we’re going to talk about how you’re doing to fix things.” Because Maryse wasn’t going to leave them to figure things out on their own, not when she was why they were like this.

Her neglect, her lack of full censure on anyone but Alec and her over-reliance on her heir.

—-

Alec groans as he wakes up, turning to inhale sandalwood and cough, because despite nuzzling against familiar warm skin, the scent of Edom’s sands linger. Magnus is holding him, not on a bed but not on a couch either. It's comfortable no matter what it is and he’s with Magnus so Alec doesn’t really care what new kind of furniture Magnus is using.

“You still smell like Edom,” he murmurs because maybe this is just a new layer of change to Magnus after all he’s been through.

“That would be because we’re in Edom darling, once again.”

Alec frowns, because he vaguely remembers escaping Edom but his mind is hazy enough he could be wrong, except Magnus said ‘again’ and his voice is hoarse and rasping despite the power it holds.

“Did the rift reopen?”

“Far worse, beloved. You wouldn’t wake. Lorenzo’s magic poisoned me and it did the same to you. Your body rejected his magic as viciously as mine did.” Magnus’ fingers run through his hair and Alec is about to risk opening his eyes when a palm covers them. “Not quite yet, darling. I had to accept certain things, in order to come back to what I’d conquered and abandoned.”

Magnus fingers feel the same except that his nails are sharp and slightly curving.  Finding out why they’re back in Edom is suddenly far less important than figuring out why Magnus is so tense and not letting Alec look at him, as if in fear of rejection. 

Alec turns so Magnus hand shifts over his nose and against his lips and he kisses the skin of Magnus’ palm.  Magnus inhales sharply and Alec opens his eyes, smiling even as he meets Magnus' new look.

It’s certainly different.

There are white bone horns protruding like a crown of triumph from his hair and scales dappling his temples and his hair itself is streaked with color that matches Edom’s blood moon.

“Wow—” he teases gently, smiling wider and knowing his eyes are filled with nothing but love and adoration and maybe a little bit of lust, because it’s Magnus.  Magnus laughs, untensing and holding him more tightly.  Alec said it because he knew it would make Magnus smile but also because wow. 

Magnus looks amazing.

No matter what, this just proves it.

“You’re never going to stop surprising me, are you Alexander?”

“Hopefully not, but only in good ways.” Alec manages to get out, fascinated and a little fixated on the point of Magnus’ canines he can now make out.  He swallows, unaware of how Magnus’ adoring look turns to one of smugness at Alec’s reaction. Alec’s still not sure why they’re back in Edom, but seeing as he’s in Magnus’ arms he doesn’t really care.

“Did other things change?” Alec manages to ask, because he’s pretty sure that he just saw a flick of Magnus’ tongue and it didn’t used to be black or quite that long.  Magnus laughs, full of magic and relief and he cups Alec’s face with a smirk.

“Some of them.”

—

Alexander has no idea how tempting he is, finally awake and aware when he’s been healing in the cocoon of Magnus’ arms and magic in Edom’s new throne room for days.

Edom’s court is empty for now.

The throne Magnus is lounging on decadent and large and it’s where he’s been holding Alexander since they arrived.  Sustaining and cleaning and keeping them both in a state of limbo as Alexander healed and Edom reformed around Magnus, Alexander and Magnus’ throne, one grain of sand at a time.

Edom completed her rebirth at the same time that Alexander nuzzled against him, finally waking up.

Now he watches Magnus with curious, hungry eyes and Magnus shifts, so that his cock can press up against Alexander’s belly.  There’s only a few thin pieces of fabric between them and Magnus knows that Alexander’s can already feel the differences. The fact that his cock is smoother and harder, though he can’t yet feel the scales or how Magnus' blood now runs hotter than it ever has.  

Alexander whines, grinding down and rubbing closer.

Magnus cock has already been hard since his boy looked at him with want but Edom’s hungry to be fed and satiated as well; and Magnus realizes that there’s nothing he wants more than to glut himself on Alexander.

Especially considering how his boy is reacting, ripping off his own shirt so he has one less layer between himself and Magnus. The linen of Magnus’ pants is soaked, the fabric molding to his skin like an eager mouth so he can nestle his cock against Alexander, warming his boy through the fabric.

Magnus tries to think of a single reason to deny himself, now that Alexander is safely awake and finds none.

Edom’s lust is his, roaring through him and he pulls Alexander up, fucking into his mouth and ensuring magic coats the barbs of his tongue enough to only stimulate, not to rip and tear or shred.

Alexander keens and his hands find Magnus hair, his fingers searching until they find where the bone horns meet skin and he rubs entreatingly at the skin there before tugging at the horns carefully.

“They’re not going anywhere, Alexander.  You can pull as hard as you like.” Magnus teases, pulling back to lick a stripe up Alexander’s neck, admiring the raw, abraded skin he leaves behind and the way Alexander trembles and helplessly grinds against him. His saliva won’t harm Alexander — never Alexander — but it will make him more sensitive and Magnus can’t wait to get Alexander’s cock in his mouth.

Alexander is alive and Magnus’ and that’s all that matters, now that Edom protects them.

AN:

While alec was trying to recover, jace and izzy asked clary if she could make a rune to heal alec and like she tried and it made things worse (the angels said no) and they’re all feeling guilty about that because clary knew that backlash was possible after her mess up with bringing back the dead bs. I’m only using it as a plot point. I truly hate that arc.

They’re not intentionally, but they are a little covering it up subconsciously. Not purposefully, they’re just trying to protect clary and also save alec (but not as the main priority) and they think they know better since the silent brothers are who saved max. They also dont think magnus can heal alec since lorenzo’s magic doesn’t like magnus. Like in their head this is logical and makes sense, which is why maryse is so like... stressed. Because they cannot be this caught up in their own mindset ever again. Alec had protocols in place and izzy and jace used the stuff like alec not having a full chain of command, the commotion and damage still being recovered in alicante etc. like it’s going to take months for alicante to finish restoring all of the damage even with their angelic powers and/or hiring warlocks which they probably wont do. anyways. They got away with it and yeah.

Magnus is basically in a big version of domdrop this whole time along with like, ptsd and shock and a giant adrenaline drop along with emotional upheaval from betrayal? And also anxiety and stress. He’s recentering himself and alec without even completely realizing it because he’s been running on instincts as Edom reforms and regrew.

Alec wouldn’t have ever been like ‘magnus i’d like you better with these things’ but he’s in love with magnus in ways that rewrite his very being (he’s still himself it just changes parts of him and thats true for any relationship) and he doesn’t see them as ‘something to learn to love’ just ‘more and new things of Magnus to love’. 

[ebnealwrites]

wip wednesday 5/14

They were sitting on the couch, the TV on but neither of them really watching it, when Robin’s phone buzzed. Her face lit up, and Steve assumed it was one of her Bumble matches or something, so he didn’t really think anything of it. Then, a minute later, she said, “Holy shit.”

“Mmm?” Steve mumbled. Most of his attention was on his book.

“Do you remember Eddie Munson?”

Steve’s exhausted brain chugged and whirred. “Eddie…”

“Munson. I knew him in high school, he sold me pot on the cheap in exchange for my mom’s famous chocolate chip cookies. He stayed with us one night back at our old place?”

“Oh.” The memories came flooding back, and for some reason, Steve blushed. “Yeah, I remember him.”

“He just DM’ed me on Insta,” she said, with a level of glee that was somewhat terrifying. “Oh my God, he has social media now, that’s hilarious—” She caught wind of Steve’s expression, added, “He hates phones, always has, he didn’t even own a phone the last time I saw him.”

“Oh.”

“He’s in town,” Robin went on, thumbs flying over her screen. “Says he wants to get together, catch up.”

“Cool,” said Steve, like a moron. “Like, right now? Or—”

“Tomorrow night,” she said, then glanced at him. “Is it cool if I invite him over?”

“Of course. Robin, it’s your apartment.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well right now, it’s our apartment, Steve—”

“Oh my God, yes, it’s cool, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure? I know you weren’t crazy about him last time—”

“Doesn’t matter,” said Steve, even as his memory reminded him exactly how rude Eddie had been last time. “He’s your friend, of course you should see him.”

“Okay.” She was smiling, all happy. “I can make dinner!”

Steve balked. “No.”

“But—”

“No,” said Steve, fervent. “I will make dinner.”

“Okay. I’ll help.”

That was the best he was going to get, probably. “Fine,” said Steve, and he looked back down at his book. The words swam on the page, impossible to read.

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

why do i allow anyone to get close to me ? why do i allow myself to love ? and trust ? when in the end my heart just bleeds

— wednesdaysfullofwoe

[nxtaliaistyping]

Oh god, being a maid employed at the Addams family mansion.

Authors note: I love posting the most shameless, self indulgent shit.

18+ smut, bisexual fem reader, threesomes, switch vibes all around

Going feral, you're a young woman who goes for the maid position, being part time means you can still study at college while earning some extra cash. The vibe of the family doesn't put you off, in fact it actually draws you in, which captures the attention of the lord and lady of the house.

Both of them are so in love, always having their hands on each-other as you're interviewed, as they explain to you how they aren't exactly a normal family. And both of them don't miss the way the other's eyes will trace to the image of your thighs peaking out from under your skirt.

After you leave, they can't help but fuck right there on the table, whispering promises to seduce you, to have you under them soon enough.

It starts with your uniform, which you suppose does fit with the old fashioned vibe of the family, however the traditional maid outfit is quite...short. So short in fact that when you bend over to dust, your panties nearly gave poor Uncle Fester a fright as he came in.

Sneaking glances at you as you clean, no matter what you do you have both Morticia and Gomez’s attention. Their eyes are trained on you as you clean their house and cook meals for their children.

“She’s so flawless, so sweet and innocent.”

“Oh Gomez, isn’t she just?”

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife whenever it was just you and them, usually they’d schedule you to be in whenever the rest of the family was out. And the whole time they’d take any excuse to be near you, to gently touch your arm while you speak, to brush your hair out of your eyes as they praise you for the good work you do, how happy they are to have such a devoted maid.

Any of you could crumble first (my money is on Gomez), but when that happens, there’s no stopping the couple from showing you all the earthly pleasures they can. And my god they're a kinky couple.

Their favorite thing to do is to have you in the middle of them both, greedy hands running over every inch of your skin. One of their hands always ends up between your thighs, circling your clit while your other partner's hand would be groping your tits, pinching at your sensitive nipples to make you cry out and whimper for them.

All the while they'll compliment you heavily, praising every inch of you.

"Such a good girl for us, and a gorgeous one too."

"oh tesoro, she's right. You're gorgeous, and all ours."

Or they'd take it in turns. One night, Gomez has you and his wife on your knees for him, kissing eachother over his cock before he fucks you both. Another night, Morticia has you both bound as she tortures you two so deliciously that by the end, you and Gomez are slurring your words. And one glorious night they hand the reigns completely to you, allowing you to be in control.

After a while, the three of you would settle into a routine. You'd come and clean and do their laundry, and in return they'd make you cum at least three times. Most likely they'll up your pay too, telling you how such a gorgeous hardworking girl shouldn't have to worry about finances.

Reaching up to grab something, only to feel Morticia's hands grope under your dress. Bending over slightly and feeling Gomez's bulge pressed firmly against your ass.

Just being their little pet, so eager to serve them in every way <3

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 30, in a letter to her mother (dated Wednesday, 2 January 1963)

[beccawise7]

"You are missing from me."

Beautiful.

~beccawise7 💜🖤💜🖤