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soulofapatrick · 1 month

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Safe in your Arms - Alec Lightwood x female reader

Summary: You can’t sleep so you slip into bed with Alec

Words: 1.7K

Warnings: none really

Notes: This is written from female pov (my pov) however can be read as gender neutral so will put this story in both male and female reader

Y/N’s POV

The darkness presses in around me, suffocating and heavy. Another sleepless night grips me tightly, refusing to release its hold. With a sigh, I rise from the bed, the covers slipping off my like unwanted shackles.

Padding down the familiar corridors of the Institute, my footsteps echo softly against the stone floors. The hushed whispers of the night greet me, a comforting presence in the solitude. Each door I pass I hesitate, unsure who I’m looking for comfort in.

I barely pause outside Clary’s room as we’ve never seen eye to eye so I continue on, finding myself outside Izzy’s door. The familiar, faint scent of jasmine wafting though the air. She's always been a source of strength and support, but tonight, the idea of seeking refuge in her embrace feels somehow... wrong, too intimate. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something holds me back, a silent voice urging me to continue my search elsewhere.

Jace’s door looms ahead, a silent invitation beckoning me to seek shelter within his presence. For a moment, I hesitate, my hand hovering over the door handle as memories of shared laughter and whispered secrets flood my mind. But then, with a heavy sigh, I pull away, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down upon me like a leaden cloak.

My fingers ghost over Simon's door, the thought of seeking solace in his company tempting yet ultimately unfulfilling. We may share a bond forged in battle, but there's a divide between us that I can't seem to breach. With a sigh, I move on, the ache of loneliness gnawing at my heart with each passing moment.

And then, finally, I find myself standing outside Alec’s room, the door a silent barrier between me and the solace I seek. With a hesitant hand, I push the door open, the soft creak of hinges breaking the silence like a whisper in the night.

Inside, the room is bathed in a gentle glow, the moonlight filtering through the curtains casting shadows across the floor. Alec lies asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. For a moment, I simply stand there, drinking in the sight of him. Gone is the usual tension that seems to etch lines into his features during the waking hours. Instead, his face is softened by slumber, his expression serene and unguarded. The furrow of his brow, which often accompanies his deep concentration or stern demeanour, is smoothed away, replaced by an air of tranquility.

A small smile graces his lips, a sight so rare it’s almost surreal. It’s a stark contrast to the usual scowl that seems to be his default expression during the day. In this moment of vulnerability, his true essence shines through, a gentle warmth that draws me in like a moth to a flame.

I find myself captivated by the peacefulness that radiates from him, the subtle rise and fall of his chest a soothing rhythm that lulls me into a sense of calm. It's as if all the worries and burdens of the world have been momentarily lifted from his shoulders, leaving behind only the purest essence of who he is.

In this moment, Alec is not the fierce warrior or the stoic leader. He is simply Alec, vulnerable and human, a reminder that even the strongest among us need rest and respite from the battles we face.

And as I gaze upon him, a small smile tugs at the corners of my own lips, mirroring the one that graces his face. I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, before I gently lift the duvet and slide into the bed beside Alec. The rustling of the sheets stir him from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open blearily as he tries to make sense of the intrusion.

“Wha—?" His voice is thick with sleep, the words trailing off into a soft murmur as he blinks owlishly at me. Confusion dances in the depths of his eyes, but there's also a hint of warmth, a flicker of recognition that warms my soul.

“What are you doing Birdie?" he mumbles, his words barely audible in the stillness of the room., the nickname he’s given me sending a shiver down my spine. Despite the grogginess that clouds his mind, there's a note of curiosity in his voice, a silent question hanging in the air between us.

"I couldn't sleep," I confess quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper. "And... I needed to be near you.”

Alec’s expression softens at my words, a silent understanding passing between us. Without a word, he shifts around in the bed, making room for me to settle beside him. The duvet envelops us both in its warmth as we find our positions, his body fitting against mine like two puzzle pieces finally coming together.

We settle into our newfound arrangement, a sense of peace washes over me, a warmth that seeps into my bones and drives away the chill of the night. In Alec's arms, I find sanctuary from the storms that rage within me, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside. And as sleep begins to claim me once more, I find solace in the knowledge that, for tonight at least, I am not alone.

As the first rays of dawn filter through the curtains, I gradually awaken from the depths of sleep, the heaviness of slumber clinging to my limbs like a comforting embrace. The warmth of Alec's presence envelops me, his arm draped protectively over my waist, anchoring me to the present moment.

I can feel the weight of his body pressed against mine, a comforting solidity that grounds me in reality. His unruly black hair tickles my cheek, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips pressed against my shoulder where my shirt has slipped slightly.

Alec emits a soft snuffle in his sleep as I gently begin to scratch his scalp, the motion soothing both him and me. His breath is warm against my skin, a gentle rhythm that lulls me back into a state of tranquility.

He shuffles around as he begins to slowly slip from sleep, his brilliant blue eyes fluttering open, revealing a sleep-ridden expression that tugs at my heartstrings. There’s a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability that I've rarely seen in him before. And as his eyes meet mine, a flicker of recognition dances in their depths, as if he's just now realizing that I'm here, lying beside him.

For a moment, we simply stare at each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between us. And then, slowly but surely, a small smile tugs at the corners of Alec's lips, a gesture so tender and genuine that it sends my heart soaring.

Alec brushes the hair out of my face, his touch gentle, his fingers singing against my skin as if committing the moment to memory. I can feel the intensity of his gaze as he studies my face, his eyes searching for something, perhaps an answer to the question that lingers between us.

And then, without warning, he moves forward, his face hovering just inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat as anticipation coils within me, every nerve in my body on edge with anticipation.

And then, finally, his lips crash against mine in a kiss that sends shockwaves coursing through my veins. It’s everything I've ever imagined and more, his lips soft and plump against mine, fitting together with a perfect symmetry that feels like coming home. He rolls us from our sides so he’s leaving over me, his weight above me feeling right, perfect almost, as if we were always meant to be in this position.

His kisses are a revelation, each one tasting of warmth and longing, a tantalising blend of sweetness and desire that leaves me breathless. I can feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, his warmth seeping into my skin and sending shivers racing down my spine.

With every touch, every caress, I lose myself in the sensation of him, the feel of his lips against mine, the brush of his fingers against my skin. He smells of sandalwood and strawberries, a heady combination that fills my senses and leaves me intoxicated with desire.

In this moment, with Alec pressed against me, every nerve in my body tingles with anticipation. It's as if the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us in our own little universe, bound together by the intensity of our connection.

But, just as our passion threatens to consume us, a quiet knock at the bedroom door shatters the fragile bubble we've created. Alec lets out a quiet groan, his head falling to my shoulder in frustration before he clears his throat and calls out, "One second!”

As he climbs out of the bed to open the door slightly, I sit up, the sheets rustling around me, betraying the fact that Alec's not alone. My heart races with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, unsure of what awaits us on the other side of that door.

And then, as Alec peers out into the hallway, his expression unreadable, I catch a glimpse of blond meaning it’s Jace standing in the corridor, his presence casting a shadow over our moment of intimacy. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realise that our time alone together may be coming to an abrupt end.

Alec hisses something to Jace before closing the door and turning back to me, his eyes raking up my body, blue eyes darkening before he’s shaking his head and asking, “Breakfast?”

“Clothes then breakfast?”

“You can wear some of mine, then breakfast.”

“Deal.”

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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Through sickness and annoyance

Character: Alec Lightwood x male reader

Universe: Shadowhunters

Warnings: Sweet, fluff

Sickness was not something that came quickly to you. Friends and family would say, that they hadn’t seen you sick in years or at all. Which of course wasn’t true, but that was a conversation for another time.

You did not get sick very often, that is true, but when it does come to you, it hits like a train. Keeping you weak and in bed for weeks. Even a small cold, could hold you down for at least a week,

Despite being careful, because you actually could not take time off of your job, for the time being, the flu got you anyway. Ripping apart your brain, nostrils, and throat. You could not hold anything in for longer than ten minutes before it needs to leave one of the exits and even your body does not know which one most of the time.

Everyone knew to keep away from you. At least you thought that until you heard a knock on your front door. You weren’t strong enough to stand up or even call out to the person. As you then heard, how the door got opened up by a key. Panicked, you rolled yourself in a blanket, to step out of your bed.

The cold floor under your feet sends chills down your entire body. Even to your bones. As fast as it was possible for you, which wasn’t fast at all, you waddled through your home, down the stairs. „You can’t be here, I’m sick!“, you exclaimed, rather loudly for yourself. But the guy standing at your front door did not hear a thing. His neutral look, send you another chill down your spine, for some reason, he always has this effect on you.

Wordlessly, he came up to you, holding his hand against your forehead. As he felt the seething heat, he immediately took his hand back.

Now he looked more enjoyed than anything else. It made you feel bad. Because you knew, that you two had plans also. He put something in your hand, which he took out of your blanket cocoon and was already on the way out again.

„Are you leaving already?“, you asked rather sadly. Even though he shouldn’t be there, because of your sickness and you did not want him to get it too, it was nice to see someone after almost two weeks.

He only let out a heavy sight, before closing the door again. „You are annoying.“ His voice is cold and hard. But even though he did not show any signs of compassion, he put his arms around your knees and around your shoulder. Just to get you off the ground. A small squeaking noise came from you, as he did that, which only got the response of a raised eyebrow.

Instead of saying anything, you hid your head in his chest, the soft fabric of his button-up shirt felt good against your sensitive skin.

You were able to feel a scoff, but even then, he carried you upstairs, carefully navigating your wide hallways, just to make sure, he does not bang your head against anything.

After you did not look at him anymore, his glances became concerned. The poor guy did not know, that you were sick. How could he? He was on Idris for the past two weeks. Hoping to get a nice evening, as you two had planned.

He slowly let you fall onto your bed again. Taking what he had gotten you, back out of your hand and put it on the side table, for you to get later on.

At this point, you were sound asleep again. Which got him the chance, to clean his room, open a window, get the bad air out and cook some soup. If you would’ve been awake, you without any doubt had stopped him, before he could even touch one single thing in your kitchen. But Alec was too fast.

An hour later he came back upstairs, shaking you to wake up again. He immediately holds out his soup to you, which reluctantly took from him. To your utter surprise, it tasted good? Not good, like heaven itself!

You almost drank the entire thing, The heat of it, did not make any problems, you couldn't feel your mouth anyway. For some reason, you could feel the soup fighting everything off in your body. Which made you weak again, letting you fall back onto your pillows. Before you could fall asleep again, though. Alec was rubbing cream onto your chest, which filled your nostrils with eucalyptus. Shortly after, he laid himself beside you, dressed down, to only his underwear. It made your mouth water. He got his body even more different from before. He definitely should go on business trips more often!

Strangely he put the same cream onto his chest as well. As if he could feel your confused glances, he spoke up, „I know you. In five minutes you will lay on my chest and get nothing more into your nose. And I will most likely not get sick myself!“

For a second, you could see a proud smile, before it vanished again. Why he still needed to play the strong man, to whom never gets anything you did not understand. But it was still hot as fuck.

Hopefully, you remember to thank your boyfriend in an appropriate way when you feel better again. Maybe the next time, you are this sweaty will be through more exciting means.

For the moment, you just love him being at your side again. And as usual, he was right, five minutes or even less later, you were already on his chest, breathing deep in and out, to get his smell into your nose too. The one smell, you loved the most in this world. At least he would not get suspicious, because you had to get this eucalyptus smell, right?

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themadhalewrites · 2 years

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Daddy's Little Angel

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Character/s Included: Alec Lightwood and Reader

Word Count: 599

I knew from a young age I knew I wanted to be a mom so I would always end up buying baby onesies. I had a few plain white ones around my small apartment. When I found out that I was pregnant a week ago I knew I wanted a useable announcement for the baby which is why I went searching for a plain white baby onesie. Once I found one I placed it on my desk before going to get my laptop from my bedroom. As I set everything up in the kitchen area where the dining table is, I remember I have no iron transfer paper and would need to go shopping. I decided that since i had an ultrasound appointment that i would get the paper then. I went to the fridge to grab something to snack on while I’m designing but also because oddly enough I get ideas from looking for things in the kitchen.

You may wonder where the baby’s father is but don’t worry he’s around. Being a mundane and also dating a shadowhunter, it becomes slightly dangerous for me so we both decided to keep the away from the public and only telling friends and family.

I suddenly got an idea for the design and grabbed what i wanted and walked to my laptop to start the design process.

When I look at the time, I noticed I had an hour till my appointment but the main outline of the design was done so i didn’t have to worry the idea would leave since it was already set out. I put on my coat and bag before heading out the door to the appointment and my local craft store.

When I arrived home I pulled out the ultrasound image I asked to get and a dark wooden photo frame out to put the image in. I sat back at my computer to finish the design before printing it out onto the iron transfer paper. I pull out my iron and ironing board from the space I keep them in. I fill the iron with water and set it, as well as setting up the ironing board in the lounge. As the iron is heating i grabbed the onesie from my desk and the iron transfer paper with the design on it from the printer before placing them on the ironing board putting the design where I want it on the onesie before ironing it on. After I finished ironing it on I went and grabbed blue wrapping paper to wrap it in. Once it was wrapped I grabbed my phone and messaged the family (Isabelle, Alec, Jace and Magnus) telling them to come over for dinner tomorrow.

When the next day came, I cleaned up my apartment before getting ready by putting on casual clothing but curled my hair. When I was cooking everyone came in, Magnus came first and helped cook slightly before the other three turned up as we were setting the table. I looked at the photo frame that I placed near the door that had the ultrasound of baby in it. Once we finished dinner I asked them to sit in the lounge while I got something from my room. When I returned I grabbed the photo from and placed the obese in his lap. Once he opened it he was stunned and as I placed the photo in front of the others.

“Daddy’s Lil Angel?” Alec asked confused.

“By the angel Alec, she pregnant you’re going to be a father. Congratulations Y/N” Izzy said hugging me tightly.

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bullshittingmywaythroughlife · 8 months

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Person B: Dom or sub?

Person A: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though

Person C: I'm gonna tell them

Person B: Don't you fucking dare

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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months

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Kinktober day 1

Alec Lightwood + Praise Kink

Happy first day of kinktober everyone. I’ve got a lot more schoolwork this year (curse you psychology) but ill be doing my best to try and keep up with my posting.

I’m gonna be honest I haven’t watched Shadowhunters in a long time, but Alec and Magnus still mean a lot to me. So, this is super vague about background stuff, cuz I can’t remember any of the plot from the show or books.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Alec found himself sighing as he leaned back in the chair behind his desk, his hand reaching up to rub at his aching temples. He took his duty very seriously, but at times it could do nothing but cause pains and aches throughout his body and psyche. Not only that, but his work kept him apart from you, sometimes for days or even weeks at a time. Alec had known at the time when he gained his rank that this work would fill much of his life, but now that he had finally found his way to you, it almost didn’t feel worth it.

Alec sighed softly as he got out of his seat, there was no reason to keep working any more tonight. At this point he had stared at those reports enough that he was seeing double, and the thought of your shared bed was like an angel’s call. With that in mind, the shadowhunter found himself almost floating to your shared room, a new edition to your relationship. Neither of you even had much time to spend in this room, as you were both important people in your circles and both took your duties seriously.

It was because of this that Alec didn’t even think about you being present when he entered the dimly lit room, his eyelids heavy and half shut as he pulled off his clothes robotically, folding it up neatly and placing it off to the side to go in the laundry in the morning. It was only when he fell onto the bed, now only clad his boxers, that he noticed the second presence in the room. He almost jolted up with shock, but your arm wrapped warmly and securely around his waist, pulling your lover close as you nuzzled into the back of his stiff neck.

“there’s my pretty boy” you rumble, your voice thick with sleep but also the love and admiration you have for Alec. Alec only allows himself to huff a little, feeling embarrassed at your sweet words. He had never gotten used to being complimented or praised, so when you peppered sleepy kisses on his neck and mumbled about his beautiful, he was and how strong he was, the shadowhunter felt himself grow hotter in the face.

“Look at you, all tense” you huff, your warm hands running up and down the planes of Alecs torso as you hook your chin over his shoulder, your thumbs rubbing just below his pecs, the action causing him to twitch and exhale sharply. “Always working so hard for everyone, but you never take care of yourself” you mumble, your lips pressed to the side of his neck. You can’t help but nibble on the skin there, letting your tongue flatten against the rune on his neck.

“Guess that’s why you have me, isn’t it” you almost tease, your hands finally grabbing his tight pecs in your palms, giving him a loving squeeze, making your sensitive lover whine. “Always such a diligent, good boy, aren’t you?” you croon, giving both of his nipples a quick pinch and twist, enjoying the punched-out noise that leaves Alec at the action. You had always loved how sensitive he was, and how easily you could work him up with just a few touches and sweet words.

“My good boy” you purr, hands traveling down his torso at a snail’s pace, almost in a worshipping manner as you feel out every shape that makes up his body, basking in the shaky way he breaths and how he can’t seem to keep his legs still. “My pretty boy” you hum, your thumbs teasing at the elastic of his underwear, an almost catlike smirk on your lips as you let your lover stew in the need and want running through his tired body.

“Just lay back Alec, ill take care of you” you mutter, using your grip to pull him further against your chest, your hips grinding into his own from behind. Alec shakily exhales but seems to melt in your arms, his muscles untensing as you fold his boxers down under his sack, releasing his hardness to the darkness of your shared room.

“Ill always take care of you. Because you are so good, and so beautiful. So smart, and so considerate of everyone around you” you keep mumbling, one of your hands wrapping around where Alec craves you the most. The noise that leaves him sounds drawn out and almost painful, like he had wanted you to touch him for so long. There isn’t a need for lube, as you don’t have to do much to work Alec how he needs it, at the moment he doesn’t need anything wild, he just needs your touch and presence.

The loose grip you have around him and the lazy way you stroke him is enough to have Alec twitching and jolting, his mouth open as he gasps and whimpers, words long gone from his person as he arches his hips into your hand. How you feel about him is impossible to express in words, so you keep laying every compliment you can think of on him as you kiss and suck at his neck and shoulder.

His keens rise in volume, his voice wobbly and almost hoarse as he begs in broken words. “Go on baby. Good boy, come on, be good and give it to me” you rumble, reaching up with your free hand to give one of his nipples a rough pinch and twist. Its all Alec needs to finish, his hips jolting almost painfully into your hand as his essence spills across the sheets in thick white stripes, painting your black sheets in a different shade.

You barely are able to withdraw from his back before Alec is asleep, the exhaustion of the multiple days of nonstop work and the euphoria of his orgasm knocking him out cold. With a soft chuckle, you kiss his temple and start cleaning up, moving him around to change him out of his underwear into a new pair, and getting new sheets on the bed. As you cuddle against his back again, this time under the sheets, you smile softly to yourself as you kiss the back of his neck. “I love you so much, my sweet boy” you whisper before shutting your eyes, burying your face into his hair, and inhaling his scent, letting the familiar scent carry you off into the land of sleep.

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kasirose · 1 year

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What would happen if Book Magnus met Show Magnus 👀

#deciding on outfits for them was hard #they have too many iconic looks #but my fashion sense is like Alec's XD #whelp season 1 maroon shirt was iconic so we going with that ig lol #idk what I did for book magnus outfit but I tried XD #kinda based his appearance on the way cj draws him cause it's pretty close to how I imagine him in the books #magnus bane #Magnus Bane Fanart #magnus lightwood bane #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fanart #show magnus #book magnus #the mortal instruments #harry shum jr #sketch #my art

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lislgtwd · 4 months

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just to understand: am i the only person on earth who would love for the scene (which was fairly deleted) of jace kissing alec to prove that he was never in love with him to be in the final version of cog??

imagine jace brooding over the disappointment of being rejected by his parabatai for the rest of his life and tell me if that wouldn't be hilarious

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ghoulie-67-baby · 3 months

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Partners in crime - Shadowhunters.

Summary: You’re Magnus Bane’s best friend and fellow warlock, when Shadowhunters ask for help you take the job together.

Warning: Mentions of nightmares, skimpy pyjamas (idk what you’d call them tbh), playful teasing between friends, fluff.

Pairing: Magnus bane x Warlock!reader (Platonic).

Word count: 1,336.

The sun scorched across my face through a gap in the curtains. I dramatically huffed as I glared at the curtains in disdain, knowing I wouldn't fall asleep again. I stretched with an obnoxiously loud yawn, humming contently as my bones popped in a chorus.

Discomfort quickly set in from the glaring light and I raked my fingers through my hair before swinging my legs from the bed and trudging towards the door. My dreams had kept me up a good portion of the night and in the end, I crawled into bed with Magnus which kept them at bay.

"Mags?" I called through the quiet loft, "Mags, why do you never close the curtains properly?" I searched the loft half asleep for my flatmate only to come up empty. I straightened out my shorts as I wandered to the kitchen, letting the growl of my stomach lead me.

My pyjama vest rose up my stomach as I reached to grab a bowl and I shivered at the cold air of my exposed midriff.

Shuffling towards the living room, I failed to notice the gathering of people until the sound of someone clearing their throat caught my attention. I nodded hello to the group sleepily, gathering my thoughts as I ate my breakfast. I snapped out of my sleepy state as Magnus appeared in front of me protectively.

"Good morning, my dearest, I'll make sure to close them properly from now on shall I?" The question was rhetorical but I nodded anyway, placing my now empty bowl on the table. "Now, as much as I love seeing you half-dressed," Magnus teased with a playful wink. "I'm not sure how much longer Simon can watch without holding his drool back so how about we cover you up." I sighed but let his magic swirl around me, a beautiful, feathered robe appearing around my body.

The fabric brushed the ground as I stepped forward and planted myself into Magnus' chest in a tight hug. He reciprocated, both lost in the cuddle and temporarily forgetting about the group awkwardly standing behind him. Unfamiliar people weren't going to stop me from having my morning cuddle, they could wait.

"Thank you, my love," I whispered, pressing a small kiss to his cheek before peering up at him quizzically. "so, who do we have today?"

"Shadowhunters and Vampires," I moved to stand beside him, smiling at the small sea of faces, some of which smiled back whilst others remained blank. A huge smile overtook me and my eyes softened as my es met Rachael's gaze. I knew he had turned away when I appeared in my pyjamas, he always felt awkward and refused to see me in a vulnerable state, saying it wasn't proper. I understood considering Magnus and I had practically raised him since vampirism. Though he hated to admit it, he was my boy but he had a reputation to hold up and such so I let him seem hardened and cold, sometimes.

"Hello my lovely boy," I held his face in my hand gently, looking at his handsome face before putting my arms around him. He kissed my cheek and hugged me back before clearing his throat, letting me step back towards Magnus. I sniggered as he glared at the group of shocked Shadowhunters, daring them to say something. "Play nice Rafe."

"This is Y/N, best friend for all intents and purposes, partner in crime and partnering warlock." I grinned, bowing playfully at the group who stared at me strangely.

"Y/N, these are the Shadowhunters of the New York Institute. This is Alexander," I noticed the twinkle in his eye at that name. "Jace, Clarissa and Isabelle. The new vampire is Simon, he's with Raphael." He gestured to each respectively and I looked over each of them.

"Nice to meet you all. What can we do for you then?" I let my eyes stay on Alexander a little longer than the others, taking in his tall muscular stature and handsome face.

"So, are you two, like, a thing or?" He trailed off and I raised an eyebrow, looking up at Mags and our grins matched.

"No," I chuckled, shaking my head, "We've been best friends and partners for a few centuries. Most people do assume that though." A gentle hand squeezed my hip and I leant into it softly.

"You seem close enough, you're kind of handsie too," I raised a curious eyebrow at the young vampire, enjoying his curiosity though going off the look on Raphael's face he didn't.

"We've lived together for a long time, and known each other even longer. We come as a pair, can't have one without the other but that doesn't have to mean we're together in that way." I grinned at him, my magic swirling through my fingers languidly. "Curiosity is a fine thing Simon but you should be careful who you're curious about, might just bite you in the ass." I chided him softly, using a small spell to deliver a small biting sensation on his butt. He yelped and jumped, laughing nervously, but grinning widely all the same. I liked him, he seemed sweet.

"And you wonder why Raphael doesn't play nice," Magnus tutted, an amused twinkle in his eye. I hummed before turning back to the matter at hand.

"Now, I've heard you're causing quite the stir in the Shadow world Clary Fray, what is Magnus getting us into now?"

"I need help getting my Mom back, Valentine has taken her," A shiver ran down my spine at that name but I motioned for her to continue. "I don't know where he's taken her but I could do with all the help I can get and I've been told you guys are the best warlocks to ask." I thought about it seriously, biting my lip as I did. "I don't want to cause any trouble but Magnus knows about some of my past memories, ones he blocked that could help me find her." I walked towards her, cupping her face in my hands, hushing her gently. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let my thumb wipe away one of her tears with a gentle smile.

"Sweet girl, we'll help however we can as long as it's not a threat to the Downworld." She nodded gratefully, mouthing her thanks as her chest shuddered with a heavy breath. "I can't promise we can remove them but we can damn well try."

"Mama, it's not that simple." Raphael interrupted, looking furious. "We shouldn't get involved in shadowhunter business. They cause nothing but trouble for us." He spoke through gritted teeth, a hard glare fixed on Jace who leered back at him. These two obviously didn't get along.

"Rafe, sweetie, you can't justify not helping them because of that. That would make us just as bad as the Clave now wouldn't it?" I crossed my arms, looking at him disapprovingly. We raised him better than this, his anger was just clouding his judgement. "If things get too much then we'll walk away won't we Mags?" I glanced towards my partner who agreed with me. "You know that's how we work, my darling, we don't bite off more than we can chew." I made sure to emphasise so the Shadowhunters knew where we stood, looking pointedly at Jace whose glare never faltered. Perhaps my comment about the Clave had touched a nerve.

"Well, if you come back tomorrow we can get started, we have stock to replenish and things to organise, I'm sure you understand." Magnus began to shoo them closer to the door, waving them goodbye as I hugged Raphael. He paid special attention to bidding Alexander goodbye and I couldn't help my smirk as I made him a drink. It was 5 o'clock somewhere in the world after all.

"I can't help but feel like the next few days are to be exhausting." I handed the glass to him and nodded solemnly. There was no doubt about that.

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layla-carstairs · 6 months

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do you think Alec ever like reads reports on the yearly births and pretends he doesn't notice the weird (even for shadowhunters) number of children named Jonathan

#Jonathan Alexander Simon <4 what a beautiful name for a baby boy lol #but like... theres def people who are naming their kids after them 😭#imagine being a mundane at the academy in 20 years and having a classmate named Drusilla. multiple even #alec lightwood #he's ignoring btw because if Jace found out he'd never shut up about it #Jace Herondale #the mortal instruments #tmi #the dark artifices #tda #the wicked powers #twp #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #bella talks

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shadowhunters-reprise · 10 months

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Imagine

Raphael taking a liking towards you

(Raphael x fem!reader)

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statticscribbles · 11 months

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Wrist

Summary: Alec lightwood/ftm reader; Alec gets injured and reader helps him out

TW: Smut at the end

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You'd been sparring when Alec and Jace had come in, you can tell by the way they’re walking, rushing past everyone something is wrong. You don’t like the idea that something is wrong but you’re in the middle of fighting Clary so you can’t really move away from her.

You manage to finish the sparring quickly enough, Clary is also nervous about Jace so you’re at least not being a bother to everyone else. It had taken weeks for them to accept that you were a hunter like them. You knew they had issues with how Clary had found you; a similar story to her and Jace, although you had the added complication of identifying as male; even if everyone had only seen you as a girl before; your family never bothered changing anything when you’d run away.

Alec had been the one to help you start to transition; and the two of you had grown much closer after that. It was easy to open up to him; something that terrified you as you’d never thought about having someone like that in your life. It was probably the reason you’d fallen so hard for him. If the rest of the Clave were to be believed he’d also fallen just as fast and hard for him.

“Y/N it’s not a big deal!” Alec winces and you scowl.

“It’s a huge fucking deal! Your wrist is sprained!!! That means you can’t train or fight if we need! We’re down one man because of you, and you know we can't afford that.” You snap, you know you’re being harsh but as the team's main strategizer you know you can’t account for a man down without giving everyone else more work.

You grimace as you explain to everyone what’s going on, how training has been modified, how Alecc can still do certain things but making sure everyone knows exactly what he’s not allowed to do. You know if he does something he’s not supposed to do the sprain he has will end up becoming a break and you know everyone doesn’t want that. Everyone knows what it means to have a man down, how dangerous it is.

“You can’t just sprain your wrist and keep fighting!”

“If I didn’t fight then we’d be dead!”

“I had it under control.” Jace scowls.

“You would have been-” Alec cuts himself off biting his lip when you pull his wrist straight suddenly.

“Back to my room; I have a med kit there.” “Not like the infirmary is right there.” Jace teases and Clary laughs.

“Like you want either of us to be sitting in the infirmary, know what they’ll be doing..”

“I was trying to avoid thinking of that.” Jace grumbles.

Alec is sitting on your bed and you grin at him before crossing over to lean to kiss him.

“I thought you were supposed to be healing me?” He laughs as you pull his shirt off and he does the same to you.

“Sex can be healing right?”

“It can be, but I thought you said I need to keep off my wrist.” He wiggles the fingers you’ve bandaged into the splint.

“I did, this is practice to improve your other hands skills. More training.” You wink and he laughs as you straddle his lap.

You moan as he kisses you and can feel his no injured hand pulling you close.

“Be a good boy and help me get undressed; I can’t risk making my hand worse.” He winks and you roll your eyes as you start to unbutton his pants.

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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Raven haired beauty pt.5 (final)

Character: Alec Lightwood x male reader

Universe: Shadowhunters

Warnings: Smut

Lust is a strange thing. It is one of the strongest feelings a person can encounter. But just for a short while. Because it's a fleeing feeling, with the possibility to just vanish into thin air.

This was not the case for Alec and you. As soon as you two left the taxi, his hands were wandering all over your body. It was difficult for you, to get even your keys out and open your door.

HIs mouth was attached to your throat, kissing and giving you love marks. Your entire body was tingling, alone from the roughness from his big strong hands.

As soon as the door opened Alec let go off you. Looking deep into your eyes, asking silently as if this was what you wanted. For some strange reason, you only could get out an huskily, almost painfully, „Please.“

Not even a second later after he heard this plead, he passed you against the slightly ajar door, util it hit a wall, where he finally pulled you up, which left you forced to engulf him with your legs.

Your faces were directly in front of each others. His dark intimidating eyes, look in yours. Both of you knew that he was the dominant part in this situation. He just stepped away from the door, to close it. While you two waited that the door closed, you two just stared at each other.

It was like a switch got pressed. The hunger in his eyes got gradually intenser. „Bedroom!“ He commanded, but you could not get your eyes from him, from his beautiful face, dark eyes and raven color hair. He was absolute perfect, as if you had build him yourself.

It took you a moment, before you saw the raging hunger in his eyes. This was your cue to get out of your own lust. The first time since this lustful moment began, you could take your eyes of the man, that hold you in the hair.

He immidtaily followed your gaze upstairs and trough a door. In which was suited against one of the walls, a massive bed. „Good boy.“ He surprisingly praised you. It shocked you, he did not looked like a guy who would like this. But at the end of the day, you knew never to asses a book for its cover.

Unceremoniously, he trough you on your bed, letting fall his black leather jacket. But before it could touch the ground you stopped him, „Please keep it on,“ you whimpered as you seen him without it.

His face of confusion, very soon changed to that of understanding, „You dirty little boy,“ he just murmured, throwing it on the edge of the bed.

He slowly opened his button up shirt. Every button that got disconnected to the other side, made you feel fuzzy. The slight chest hair, made you go wild. Your hand was soon in the front of your pants, trying to get off just by looking at this perfect man.

A tiny shimmer of an upcoming six pack could be seen on his lean but muscular body. As soon as his button up shirt hit the floor, he grabbed the leather jacket back into his hand and put it over his body, opened of course.

„Better?“, he asked cockily. At this point, you were already out of your head. He looked even better than before.

Your as clenched just at the sight of the man, something that happened since your fling with Achilles thousands of years ago. He was a fantastic lover. One of the best you ever had.

Finally he came onto the bed, hovering over you, groping your hot sensitive body. You were already so close to coming, but Alec roughly took your hand out of your pants, „You will not touch you again, understood? You come thanks to my cock or you don’t came at all.“

If you were standing, this would’ve been the moment, you feel to your knees, to worship this man, in his holy divine ways. His words were already pure sex for you, just as his voice. What would happen, when you really got to the point? You did not know, but you wanted to find out.

He was back to kissing you, your hands were wandering his naked upper body, sometimes feeling the cold leather on your skin, made you even hornier.

His mouth began to wander downwards, opening up your own button up shirt, on the way. Not as gentle as he did it with his own. No, he was ripping them off one after another. It did not hurt, but it make you go even weaker.

The entire way down, he was kissing your body, every centimeter of skin he could find, was peppered with kisses and even some love bites.

Up until he came to your pants. You did not really understood what happened, but from one to the next moment, you were completely naked. As if all your clothing just vanished.

The only indicator, that he had something to do with it, was his slight smirk, he was giving to you.

But you did not have much time to think about anything. As soon as you were naked, he had propped up your backside, kneeling on your bed, looking directly at your hole.

His big hands completely overtook your ass, „I never seen such a perfect ass,“ he told you before starting kissing your cheeks.

The feeling alone, gave you a cold sweat over your back.

It only got worse when his kisses came near your hole. At his first lick, you moaned so loud, that Alec looked at you with an even wider smirk.

„Trust me baby, that was nothing yet.“ His cocky attitude just got stronger by the minute.

Before you could retailed with something he was back at licking at your hole, kissing it and even soothing it with his thumb.

You weakly laid there, moaning while this man masterfully began to open you up. Always talking sweet nothings to you, which you barely could hear form the position he was at.

Slowly he got your hole to open up enough, that half of his long thumb could break into it. It was the first time, that Alec moaned with you, „So tight,“ he was gushing while repeatedly dipping his thumb into you.

From this moment on, he got even more sensual, sliding his free hand, down your body, letting his fingers ghost over your heated sensible body, which drove you completely nuts.

Until you finally snapped, embraced his head with your legs and turned your two over, with you sitting with your ass on his face. But not for long. As soon as he was under you, turned around to get to his pants.

It did not even seemed to have interrupted Alec in his endeavors, to bring you to the bring of sanity, with his tongue and fingers.

But now you could do something similar, as soon as you opened his stupid pants!

As you did and saw that he did not wear any underwear, you first wondered why. Until it sprang out. His cock was massive. Not only long but excruciating thick. This cock could be the most beautiful you have ever seen, but at the same time, the one that could destroy you.

You had ticker ones that were short or longer ones, but not as thick at this one. But Alec had both. At the moment, you wanted desperately to say something, but decided to not inflate his ego even more.

Instead you just began to lick his head, kissing it and finally taking it into your mouth. Finally he also moaned just as much as you. Especially when you moan around him.

Slowly you got more and more into your throat of him. Maybe it was planned or just a mistake but he buckled up into your throat which let you get him out of it coughing and wheezing.

„Too big for you?“, he asked majorly out of breath from all the moaning you brought over him.

You took this not only as a challenge but also as the begin of the real fun.

Without saying a word, you stood up from him, giving him a gesture of getting higher on your bed, until he sat against the headboard. Finally you got back to him, lowering yourself on his massive cock, standing proud into the sky.

Alone his head seemed to expertly ripping you apart. Your face crunched in hurt and pure bliss. It took you ten minutes until you sat on it and were able so slowly got up and down on it.

As you sat on it, there opened another problem. He hit your prostate perfectly. So that every movement of it, was rubbing against it. Your deep moans, slowly developed themselves into pleads. Until you came. Not just cumming but but more exploding. You covered half of his torso in your cum, in which you fell, after your body got limp.

„I hope you don’t think its over now, that you don’t have any strength left,“ Alec whispered into your ear, that was laying on his chest.

You were not even able to move your head up, this little strength you had left in you.

He just picked you up, laid you on your back and dove in again. Fucking you viciously. His hands on your heads sides, while your legs were on his shoulders.

The sweet but stern looks, he had gave you before, seemed now nothing more than a facade to you. In the way he was fucking you into your own mattress.

Taking long agonizing thrusts. Completely out, just to push himself back in again. He was ruthlessly destroying your poor prostate.

Almost half an hour later, he finally came deep into you, his face crunched in lust, together with a long moan.

But instead of stopping, he just turned you around on our front side, „Next round,“ he only whispered into your ear. Either this man was a sex god or hadn’t had sex in a long time. You were the last one to complain about this man fucking you down like the whore you were for him. If he’s wishing it, you would be under him whenever you wanted.

In the morning you would tell him this. But at that moment, you were surprised, you even could think at all. Because he fucked you dumb good half an hour ago. When you came and he began to destroy your body on his on accord.

The most sinful thing, were his tongue and fingers, that for some reason found all the sinful spots of yours. His lips and tongue were attached to your ears, two of the most sensual placed your body had to offer.

While his hand, since the first time they did it, wandered over the rest of your body. Not giving you the satisfaction of touching you, more ghosting over your skin. The only skin you felt was his body laying on yours, his massive dick in your ass and his legs, that spread yours so excruciating.

You fell in love with him, in this moment - And could only hope, he felt the same way.

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themadhalewrites · 2 years

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Practice Makes Awesome

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Character/s Included: Alec Lightwood and Reader

Word Count: 456

You walked through the institute doors knowing that you would see him. He looked more angry then normal so you just walked straight past him to clean and put away your weapons but his blue eyes just followed you so did his body. You could see his tense muscles when you looked at him. His arms crossed over his chest and his black hair messy as if he was worrying when you were on your mission and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Did you miss me Alec” You said loudly so if someone was on the other side of the weapons room they would be able to hear you.

“No I didn’t miss you. I was worried. You could have died I don’t know why the always send you all alone on these missions when me and Jace could go.” He said anger lacing his voice.

“They don’t send you because you and Jace still aren’t talking for give him for whatever he has done. Forgive him for being there for Clary when she needed him. It made me mad but I forgave him.”

“You’re not his parabatai you can’t feel what he feels. And don’t change the subject, you went on another mission alone that’s what third time this week” He counted on his fingers “You less qualified them me and you’re barely sixteen. I wasn’t even your age when I went on my first mission with other older shadowhunters. You have supervision when you leave this place. My parents seem to love you more than me or Izzy or even Jace. I hate you!” He stormed out the room without another room.

You were used to these little outbursts from him every time you were on a mission solo but he had never said he hated you for it. After cleaning and putting away your weapons you went straight to bed to forget what just happened.

The next morning you woke up and walked to Alec’s room knocking when you got no reply you headed to the training room where you knew he usually burnt of his anger. As u walked to the door you looked in seeing him punching the punching bag.

“Put your weight equally on both feet when you’re in your stance. When you go to punch move the weight to your front foot.” You said to him which got his attention.

He tried it hitting the punching bag harder. You kept coaching him into improving his hand to hand combat ability before moving onto weapons and agility training. After everything was finished he thanked you. It wasn’t long till he forgave you completely after you kicked his ass multiple times in both hand to hand combat and weapons combat.

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