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.

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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.

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.

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

Hello!!! may I please request a alec lightwood x gn!reader where he gets jealous when someone is flirting with the reader and he gets possessive?? thank you for this! ♥️

-ahhh I hope you enjoy this, I think I kinda diverted a bit, but jealous Alec is priceless so hopefully I'll write something more angsty next time; thanks for the request it was fun to write <;3

Jealousy Contest - Alec Lightwood

words count: a few

gender neutral reader! x Alec Lightwood

warning: jealous Alec

summary: as soon as Sebastian Verlac crossed the institute's doors Alec knew he brought nothing but trouble, but not for the reason everyone may be thinking...

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

As a good writer would write, it all started when a Ravener demon decided to take a walk around New York. 

It was a normal evening, like any other at the institute when the news came and the Lightwood-Harondale trio was sent to solve the problem; their usual partners, y/n and Clary, were busy running after a Shax demon (something y/n hated as much as doing laundry) two blocks too far away to be involved.

"I just don’t feel good about this" Alec mumbled, slowly making his way towards an ally, bow raised in front of him as his steps were careful. 

"We follow orders, Alec" Jace sighed "he’s right big bro and-" a sudden turn to the left "it’s not like y/n and Clary are not capable of defending themselves" Izzy finished.

"I still don’t believe it’s a good-", but he didn't get to finish; the loud cry of a man interrupting him mid sentence. 

The three immediately felt the sudden urge to run as Alec’s feet guided him: he turned around the corner, to the right, to the left, to the right again, and there he stood, the blood in his veins dry: y/n was on the ground, a cut as long as Jace’s blade on her left side, but it didn’t belong to a blade, its darkish spots of venom visible as the Ravener stood in front of her, ready to go for another hit.

Someone was with her and it was not Clary. 

The figure stood forward, a blade as shining as the moon was in his hand as he cut the demon’s feet. 

The beast crying in agony as it fell forward, knocking the stranger to the ground. 

"Alright, now I am angry" he heard y/n mutter as their will helped them on their feet again, a tight hand pressed on their side, they were trying to show as little pain as possible. 

It took a second, he didn’t have the time to process, as he saw them took a couple of daggers from behind their back, their hands holding the weapons tightly as they threw themselves at the beast. 

As soon as the daggers sinked into the demon’s stomach, Alec’s harrow hit the creature in its head, its body falling still on the ground as he saw them turn towards him. 

The daggers falling to the ground as he heard them chuckle: "I can’t keep doing your work Lightwood" and he watched, horrified, their body falling to the ground, eyes shocked as they landed in the arms of the stranger. 

What Alec found out later was that the stranger in question, was a shadow hunter, worse, he was a man: Sebastian Verlac was his name and he was far from being discrete.

It was obvious the guy had a crush on y/n, he saw it from the way his eyes followed their figure every time they left a room, or how he would make sure to have breakfast at their table every morning, a stupid grin on his face when they laughed. 

It started to be very ridiculous and Alec himself for some strange reason was starting to get sick of it. 

When he entered the training room that afternoon, he felt himself roll his eyes. 

Y/n and Sebastian were training in a way it looked more like flirting. 

He touched them in ticklish spots, his words a continuous tease, his eyes a staring mess. 

Alec coughed, hard, which got their attention, eyes shooting his way. 

Sebastian was quick to react, his eyes kindly drifting back to y/n, "guess I’ll go, I’ve won enough for today", y/n’s quick remark "ah! You wish"as the blond made his way towards the door Alec felt the sudden urge to punch him. 

"I want a rematch then" Sebastian said, smiling, before disappearing into the institute’s many corridors. 

Y/n’s eyes were back on Alec as he came forward, "you look pissed" they stated as he took two training sticks from the weapon’s section. 

"How about we train?" He asked, his eyes sharp as he threw one in y/n’s direction. 

"Alright serious boy" they snorted grabbing the stick, legs in position. 

He was the first to come forward, his legs strong as he aimed for y/n’s stomach but they were quick to stop him halfway. 

Alec seemed determined as he came forward again, a shot for their shoulder, they dodged, a aim for their leg, they stopped him again as y/n pushed the stick back to Alec’s face. 

"More than pissed I guess", Alec chuckled darkly as he turned into position "this is called training" he spat, his gray shirt sticky on his torso. 

Y/n felt like giggling "what is going on with you?", "how about a hand to hand?" Alec replied, kicking the stick aside as you followed his moves, not failing to see his hands were trembling. 

"Something was in your latte this morning" y/n teased as Alec pushed himself forward, a hand flying in the air as they dodged his punch "actually, I go for black coffee" his body as stiff as a log. 

He tried to take y/n down again, legs following his moves swiftly, this time he got a open shot as he grabbed them by the shoulder, his arms wrapping around their throat as he held tight behind their back. 

"This is called winning" he slowly loosed the grip, as y/n’s eyes lightened with amusement "so you’re jealous". 

"What?" He asked, coming to the front again, his eyes everywhere but on them, "you really are jealous" y/n couldn’t help but laugh as the man was clearly uncomfortable. 

"As future head of the institute, it is my duty to show you how to properly train" Alec was quick to react, his eyes finally meeting y/n’s as they softly smiled. 

"Sure, future head of the institute, this is clearly what this is all about". 

"It is."

Y/n sighed: "How about a rematch?" They asked. 

"Can’t, gotta go" Alec replied quickly, his legs taking him as far away from y/n as possible. 

"Don’t go make a scene to Sebastian too!" Y/n laughed as Alec cursed under his breath, hurting to disappear, maybe, if he left quick enough, it would have been as if nothing happened. 

Y/n felt themselves softly smiling: "Head of the institute? More like lover boy".

mia

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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.

Love Always Wins 🏳️‍🌈💕

Happy PRIDE ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Kicking off Pride this year with my favorite boys 🥰

This turned out better than I imagined and I had so much fun adding all the details!

I hope you like it! More PRIDE related goodies to come 😘

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Shadowhunter Promptlet: The Piano

A young Alec, overwhelmed by everything Maryse and Robert have dropped himself into his lap, runs away from the Institute- just for a few hours- to see what it would be like to be a mundane child. To see what it would be like to live with no responsibility, without parents who leave their bruises on his skin.

Somehow, Alec accidentally finds himself in a piano lesson with a bunch of other children and he discovers music.

Having learned the basics, Alec knows better than to ever reveal it to anyone at the Institute. But, over the years, he sneaks away a few careful hours at a time. He finds public pianos in the parks or he slips into unlocked middle schools, or, later, unlocked high schools or colleges, blending in and sneaking into their practice rooms to bring the music in his head to life.

Alec never tells anyone, not even Jace, about his escape. Jace has always been different and just because it's okay for him to play music, doesn't mean it's okay for Alec.

One day, Magnus and Alec are visiting one of Magnus' warlock friends and Alec, with permission, goes to explore a few nearby rooms while Magnus and his friend catch up. He doesn't dare even sit down on the bench when he finds the piano, but he knows that this room is too far for them to hear, so he plays.

Magnus walks in without Alec noticing at first, but when Alec catches movement out of the corner of his eye and turns, he's frozen.

[Teenage HOTI-Alec with his mundane accidental-piano-friends below the cut]

Imagine a fifteen-year old Alexander Lightwood, overwhelmed from his recent installation as Acting Head, sneaking into the local high school band room to practice on their piano. Imagine Alec meeting this group of kids who basically adopt him and keep claiming him as their brother/visiting cousin/best friend from another high school whenever anyone else pops into the practice room and asks who this random kid is who definitely doesn't go here.

The tattoos and leather jacket make Alec incredibly popular with the teen girls going after the bad boy and Ryan, Haley, and Alison find Alec's total and utter obliviousness to them absolutely hilarious.

But, the little trio also sees his constant injuries and how exhausted he is all the time and one day Haley kind of snaps and pulls a fuzzy blanket out of her backpack and demands Alec take a nap while she practices Braham's lullaby.

(Alec acquiesces and the trio subtly collates a list of the songs that Alec will sleep through while they play. A few times here and there Alec will creep into the practice room, shadows both in and under his eyes, and he won't even try to put fingers to piano- just tentatively pulls out the blanket from Haley's backpack that is now undeniably his and curls up in the corner to sleep fitfully while Ryan guards the door.)

They see how lonely he looks sometimes, how burdened, and the trio drags him out for milkshakes and tell horrible jokes until Alec truly laughs - looking honestly surprised that that sound even came out of his mouth.

And Ryan doesn't make a big deal of it, but he sees how Alec keeps stroking his Haley's blanket between his fingers, enjoying the softness. The next day, Ryan starts keeping a large black hoodie he found made out of the softest material he's ever felt in his tuba case, waiting for the next time they walk into what has become their practice room after school to find Alec lurking in the corner.

(Ten years later, Alec still wears that sweater whenever he needs some extra comfort.)

The night after the wedding-that-wasn't and before Malec's first date, Alec climbs up the fire escape to the 34th floor of and apartment building in Queens and knocks on Haley's window. He then proceeds to have a Gay Panic on her and Alison's couch before they calm him down and convince him to go woo his man.

A year after that, Alec is a groomsman at Ryan’s wedding and Ryan is suddenly stuck trying to explain to his wife why they have a lovely package of custom daggers as a wedding present.

A few months after Magnus finds Alec hardly daring to touch his friend's piano, Haley, Ryan, and Alison are invited to the loft for dinner. Magnus can barely contain the joy and love in his heart as Alec and the trio recount the stories of their meeting and the blatant shenanigans they got up to over the years. Yet, Magnus' heart is somehow even more full as he watches the four friends troop over to the newly installed piano in Alec and Magnus' living room, trading off playing each other's favorite songs until long into the night.

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

DC (Batfamily)

Birdwatch11 by smilebackwards

Tim hadn’t actually meant to start a popular Batwatch blog.

He hadn’t meant to start a blog at all honestly but by the time he turned eleven he’d accumulated hundreds of pictures of Batman and Robin on his Nikon DSLR and it had just seemed inefficient to go through the trouble of printing them and storing them in a box under his bed when BlogSphere had a perfectly adequate platform.

lost treasure by adelfie

"Dad, I don’t want to do this.”

“It doesn’t matter what you want. This is why we brought you here,” Jack hisses. “So we can get paid.”

Or: When a cozy night out with his parents turns into a night of captivity and torture, Tim is forced to seek protection from his worst nightmare - the Red Hood.

Hey There Demons by hitthedeck

Treating magical threats lightly is never an option, especially when that threat tears holes in realities. To combat this danger, a good hero must remain vigilant and in peak physical condition at all times.

Too bad Red Robin never got that message.

Or, in which even demons can't comprehend why Tim Drake is Like That.

Stranger Things

Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In by KiaraMGrey

When Steve finds himself alone and without friends, following his breakup with Nancy, he decides what he needs is a distraction. Maybe some new friends who don't remind him of the bullshit life he gave up. When he literally runs into Eddie Munson, school drug dealer and self proclaimed freak, an idea begins to form. Who better to show him what life outside popularity can be like, than someone who doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks?

And Eddie? Well, Eddie is just bracing for impact.

Everybody's Friend by AmethystUnarmed

"Hey Harrington,” Eddie calls, as Steve books it to the Beamer.

Steve stops, and is only the slightest bit nervous when he says, “Yeah?”

It almost makes Eddie feel bad.

Almost.

“How’s the character creation going?”

The absolute dread on Steve’s face confirms Eddie's worst fears.

“I... I'm not going to be able to play Thursday.”

God. Dammit.

~~~

Steve's budding friendship with the Hellfire Club hits a few snags and Eddie wonders if all of this was even worth it.

Clone Wars

Standards of Professionality by Trixree

"Are we going to pretend I didn’t just find you fucking your General, vod?” Rex hisses over private-comm.

Cody doesn’t even turn his head to look at him. Rex can hear the smile in Cody’s voice when he replies, “No, because I am not fucking my General, Rex’ika. I am fucking Obi-Wan. We are professionals.”

5 times Cody and Obi-Wan struggled to maintain plausible deniability regarding their affections for one another + 1 time they decidedly Did Not

Shadowhunters

prosper matrimonium by smilebackwards

"Gorgeous, sweet, community-oriented,” Magnus ticks off the positive attributes on his fingers. And he’s sure he’ll find plenty more to like about Alexander Lightwood. “I imagine suitors are beating down his door. Please tell me he’s not actually dating Lorenzo.”

Cat hesitates. “Well, if you’re really interested in Alec, you have interesting timing to say the least.”

“How do you mean?” Magnus asks.

“Alec just put his name in for the prosper matrimonium.”

Or: The disaster with the Circle swings the Clave a little more progressive. And if Magnus wants Alec’s heart, he’s going to have to compete for it

The Umbrella Academy

To Be Where You Are (So Very Far) by bobee

He'd thought he'd seen it all.

Forty-Five years in a wasteland and two weeks saving the world, only to be taken for a year by a man guided by his own self-interest. He'd seen the horrors of what this life has to offer. It's all he's ever seen.

He just hadn't known that there was one out there meant for him.

(or, Number Five, the end of the end of the world, and the start of a new one.)

On My Terms by CivilBores

"I did what you asked,” he tells her. “Now, the briefcase.”

Her eyebrows raise in mock-surprise, red lips curling up her face in a sadistic smile.

“You didn’t think that was all, did you?” she asks.

AU: The Handler gives Five a slightly different deal.

Okay now I’m fully invested in Magnus realising the trainees are to totally in love in love with him. Imagine the trainees defending Magnus’ honour in front of the whole Institute. Magnus blush in the back whilst Alec look on all proud and kinda smug too :)

Well, this sure sparked the muse back to life!

I am putting a line break because this got slightly long again. But here is a "the trainees take revenge on someone for being mean to Magnus" snippet, featuring a stabby Doris, a feral Clara, an Alec who threatens people off-camera, and Max the prankster, who is as always backed up by his three fellow pranksters.

Magnus hadn't paid the insult any mind. William Ashdown, had been the latest Clave envoy in a series of many to be sent to the New York Institute. He'd arrived with slicked-back hair and a sneering frown that Magnus was all too familiar with, looking like every other shadowhunter Magnus had met throughout the years. Magnus had been standing in the Operations Room when Ashdown arrived, checking the wards on Alexander's request after the ward had started to feel "weird". Ashdown's frown turned into a disgusted scowl the moment his eyes landed on Magnus. "Could we discuss this somewhere more private," he sneered, shooting a look at Magnus as he said this, "We wouldn't want to have any unsavory ears listen in." "I trust my shadowhunters," Alexander countered, his eyes turning steely, "-and considering they will be the ones most impacted, I think it's only fair they hear how the Clave has decided to handle Valentine's reappearance." "And the warlock? We can hardly trust one of them with this information," Ashdown sneered and that had been enough for Magnus to turn his focus back to that something his magic had crossed. He wasn't interested in hearing what else the man had to say and that spark of something felt.. drowsy. Tired and old and, dare he say it, strange. Magnus hadn't cared about Ashborne's opinion.

The trainees had been another story. A pained shriek had snapped Magnus out of his trance, eyes darting to the left where Alexander and Ashdown had been standing, only to see Ashborne pull his hand away from a scowling Clara with blood running down her chin. Before Magnus could wonder what had pushed Clara to bite someone, Ashdown raised his hand to try and strike her. Alexander had Ashborne's hand clenched into a death grip before the man was even done raising his hand. "You take back what you said about Magnus!" Doris screamed not a second later, drowning out whatever order Ashborne had given Alexander. She had stomped her way over to Ashborne, hair frizzy and eyes glaring daggers before she'd put herself in front of Clara with her steel practice sword clenched tightly in her hands, "And if you hurt Clara, I will stab you." Clara had only stuck her tongue before biting her teeth together to mimic biting Ashborne a second time. "Head Lightwood, I suggest you get your shadowhunters-in-training under control now," Ashborne hissed as he tried to pull his hand back, only for Alexander to tighten his grip. "And how do you suggest I do that, Mister Ashborne?" Alexander asked, cocking his head to the left and tightening his grip even further. It's when Ashborne's hand started to bend in a decidedly unnatural way that Magnus intervened. "Alexander, I'm sure Mister Ashborne didn't mean any insult," he cut in, placing his hand on Alexander's shoulders to try and calm him down before he snapped Ashborne's wrist, "Right?"

A quick flash of his magic - harmless but enough to make it visible - was all it took to have Ashborne take a stumbling step back and give him a quick affirmative nod. "Then say sorry," Doris had ordered from the same spot she'd been standing earlier, crossing her arms in defiance when Ashborne tried to brush past her. "Say sorry," she repeated, her words being echoed by all of the other trainees present in the room - William, Sarah, two scowling Rebeccas who were busy snapping the staffs in their hands into increasingly small pieces of wood, and a glaring Hideaki that had placed himself between Magnus and Ashborne. Max, who had been sitting closest to them along with Madzie, had been the only one missing from the trainees, though seeing Madzie's absence, Magnus didn't have to wonder where he'd disappeared off to. "Alright, my little beans, let's get calmed down and leave Alec and Mister Ashborne to their discussion, why don't we?" Magnus asked to try and remedy the situation, but the trainees weren't budging. "No," Hideaki whispered, tightening his hand on the straps of his backpack when the others turned their eyes toward him, "he was mean to you and to Madzie. You're our friend. We don't let people be mean to you." "Ki, is right!" Sarah growled. For the first time since Magnus met her, her entire body was still, knees bent and hands balled into fists as she assessed the threat in front of her. Somehow, it was that nearly unnatural stillness that was so unlike Sarah that made the emotions begin to well up in his throat. Ashborne didn't last another five minutes before he muttered an unconvincing apology that Magnus was quick to accept before the trainees decided it wasn't good enough. He then waved Alexander away, telling him to bring Ashborne to his office before Magnus was whisked away by his favorite shadowhunters-in-training. Doris hadn't hesitated before taking his hand in hers to drag him to the table the trainees had been sitting at where Steph had been ready to plop herself down on Magnus' lap. Aloysius, who had been fetched by a still irate Clara, had brought snacks and a cup of - truly terrible - coffee while the other trainees hovered around him in protective fury that threatened to spring tears to his eyes. Madzie came running back not long after Ariadne had joined them, offering Magnus a hug before asking him if he was okay. Max didn't return. The other three members of the fearsome foursome didn't make an appearance either. Not even when Alexander and Ashborne walked back into the Operations Room over an hour later, Ashborne looking far paler than when he'd left, did they show. All four terrors stayed carefully hidden until Ashborne's scheduled portal back to Idriss opened on the institute's doorsteps. Then, all four came running down the institute's pathway, talking among themselves as they tried to balance the different buckets filled with - was it tar? ichor? Magnus couldn't say for sure, but buckets full of something in their hands. All four of them "accidentally" tripped as soon as they were within reach of Ashborne. And all of them "accidentally" spilled the contents onto him right as he fell through the portal. The smile on Max's face when he turned to face him was innocence itself. "Oops?" The smile that followed, was anything but.

Happy Wednesday! Can I request either frost of fury or craft of adoration for an update for prompt Wednesday? Hope all is well!

Nightshade has finally recovered from his beesting! though the trauma of it remains and he now hates bees.

i hurt my wrist which sucks because packing is bad enough without the ouch but i borrowed one of my bf's compression gloves for writing! so things are as well as they can be and they could be far worse considering my luck ^_^

i hope you are doing well! nightshade sends protection from bees if thats something youd like

i hope you enjoy the craft of adoration

<3 lumine

Magnus stares in the direction the shadowhunters left for far longer than he should, certainly for for longer than he needs to.

Still…

Magnus steps off of the roof and lets his magic float him down to the ground and he steps slowly, boot landing by a deep groove in the asphalt and cement.

“Aren’t you such a delight.” Magnus murmurs to himself as he lets his memory play before him.

Magnus’ magic captured details his own eyes couldn’t and Magnus sucks in a startled breath, delight catching him unawares.

His shadowhunter is gorgeous, young but competent and with a clear aura of authority around him.

Petrichor is in the air — even though rain is far off — and Magnus tastes it on his tongue, opening his mouth to inhale the scent. It lingers from his shadowhunter’s whip, the electrum purifying all the ichor it touched.

“Well, aren’t you quite the find.” Magnus murmurs to the mirage his magic is projecting before he lets the picture fade with a wistful sigh. “Now then, lets see if you’re playing hard to get.”

Magnus lets his magic spill out, purging all other signatures as his hunts down the wielder of the whip that wounded the false ground so. The whip that pierced through ichor and metal and cement until it touched the dirt below and gave it hope.

Little seeds have been planted and Magnus nurtures them, calling up the well-fed and determined roots and vines until they poke through the cracks.

“Not so hard to get after all.” Magnus whispers aloud, a dark glee in his voice as he spins an orb of his own magic around the tiny shard of angelic energy.

It shouldn’t have been able to be harvested, but Magnus has killed enough nephilim to be very aware of their energy.

Even more than they themselves are.

It’s with delight that Magnus cradles the little piece of angelic energy that will betray it’s owner to him. Magnus portals home and then, in the middle of a quickly drawn array, he floods the room with magic and lifts the orb to his mouth, absorbing his own magic back even as he swallows—

Oh.

Magnus nearly moans at the taste of knowledge granted to him.

Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

Magnus’ precious Alexander then, for Magnus can’t imagine letting him go. Not when the shard of his energy was pure ambrosia and the imprint of Alexander’s nephil magic submitted to Magnus so eagerly.

theories on the ari and anna story? I hope we see gabrily

i was gonna say i'd be surprised if we see gabriel and cecily.. just bc anna is in such an independent position rn, and with her and ari already living together by the end of the last hours, i felt like whatever story they have would end up being relatively insular. esp since i feel like they still have a lot to work on between them.. BUT i could totally see the story having an element of ari being welcomed into the lightwood family. i'm actually about to tear up imagining gabriel pulling her into a hug, imagining a family dinner where ari is there and included and considered. and maybe cecily tries to make an indian dish for her. and maybe alexander wants to play with her instead of anna hehe

aside from that i could also picture them looking for a new apartment, one that really belongs to them both. maybe bc anna's callers keep appearing at her door and ari's getting tired of shooing them off lmao but also just to have something that's theirs and that represents ari as much as anna. i know i would lovee to see what such a space looks looks like. oh you know what would be sweet is them having their friends and family over for a housewarming party too at the end of this kind of story. so so fun.

also .. yes i know i have like one fiddle to play but listen.. anna dealing with the loss of her brother in the coming years after chot and ari being there for her and anna having to like.. accept needing someone like that, to accept that allowing someone to be so close to her in that way might hurt like hell sometimes but it's important <3 idk i can't remember how much that was discussed in chot but i feel like it could be expanded on, or at least touched on again after the initial impact has worn off.

Try and stop me Part 2 - Shadowhunters.

Summary: You seek some comfort for you newly festering wound.

Warnings: Changing clothes, pet names, angst, crying, heartbreak.

Pairing: Lightwood family x Adopted!reader.

Word count: 1,370.

Note: This may be a little angsty projection from me so I apologise profusely.

I hadn't thought through this as much as I should have considering it was pouncing down with rain and I was wearing Jeans, black boots and a thin jumper. Most people would have grabbed a coat but I was so angry and aching to leave that I hadn't thought about it. So as I stomped through the streets, drenched and freezing I cursed myself thoroughly.

I had told Jace, Alec and Izzy they would know where to find me but I didn't even know where I was going. I let my mind zone out and wander, my feet carrying me wherever they felt like. Puddles splattered up my calves soaking me to the bone as I just walked and walked. All I could think of was how Robert was lucky I didn't reveal what I knew but my Mom didn't deserve the heartache of that so I had kept his filthy secret though every fibre of my being screamed against it.

The already dark skies blackened as the evening turned to night and I was violently shivering as I walked down the streets, ignoring the looks I was getting off Mundanes. My aching feet carried me down street after street, alley after alley until they carried me to an apartment I didn't care to pay attention to. Icy hands clenched as they knocked painfully against the wooden door that stood before me. I felt like my eyes had sunk into their sockets, long dried up from tears, and my lips were chapped from the cold and me biting them. I waited patiently as my head throbbed and pounded before knocking on much louder this time. A voice behind the door sounded extremely annoyed at the disturbance and the locks on the door jiggled and clicked open after a few moments.

"So help me if this isn't important then I will turn you into a hamster and keep you in a cage!" The door swung open and I lifted my head wearily to meet the gaze of the person, who was dressed in silk pyjamas. "Y/N? What on earth happened to you?" Magnus' voice softened considerably at my state and I just glanced down at Chairman Meow who wound himself between the Warlock's legs. My eyes welled up, much to my surprise, at the softness of his voice.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, it's just, that I'm not welcome at the institute at the moment." I could barely speak above a scratchy whisper. "I just let my feet carry me and they brought me here. I was kind of hoping you would know what to do." My eyebrows furrowed as I spoke, confusing myself with what I wanted from him. Magnus' hand reached up and tucked a dripping straggle of hair behind my ear as I trailed off.

"Come in Cupcake, let's get you warmed up." Gentle hands guided me into the apartment and I stood silently as he wandered around getting towels and clothes for me. My mind was foggy until he stood in front of me and lifted my chin with his finger. My lip trembled as I stared into his eyes, willing myself not to cry anymore.

"He doesn't want me Mags, he never did." A look of confusion took over his features. "Robert doesn't want me. I'm not good enough. I tried to be, but I'm not." The warlock shook his head gently.

"Let's get you comfortable and then we'll talk. You'll get ill if you stay in these any longer. You're too fragile for magic at the moment so by hand will have to do." I was almost catatonic as he took me to the bathroom to change but I just stood in the middle of the room, not being able to move as my head was overloaded with thoughts. Eventually, he gave up and got me stripped out of the sodden wet clothes, incredibly respectfully, before slipping me into a pair of his grey bed joggers and a long-sleeved t-shirt. His warm hands then guided me back into the living room and onto the cloud-like cushions of the sofa. Within moments I had a hot cup of tea on the coffee table, a hot water bottle on my lap, a blanket around my shoulders and a very concerned-looking Magnus who had sat himself beside me giving me his full attention.

"We were having dinner as a family and he asked me why I hadn't been training so I explained how I'd fallen behind on the books and he started to tell me how I should have caught up because I'd had four years to get it done and that I'm lazy and don't work hard enough." My voice was hoarse and tired. "He never wanted me, Magnus, from the moment Maryse took me in he's looked through me like I'm a ghost. He told me I've never really been a Lightwood, that I take advantage of them." I clenched my fingers together as I spat out his words. "He wishes he hadn't let Mom take me in."

"Don't say that Pumpkin, of course, he wants you, you're his daughter too." I laughed bitterly as the first lot of tears slipped out.

"No, that's the thing. He said it, out loud, in from of Mom, Jace, Alec and Izzy. He said they didn't have to take me in and he was starting to wish they hadn't." I watched as his eyes widened in horror and his thumb brushed my knuckles softly. My lip trembled like a child's whilst my chest heaved.

"I just wanted him to see me. I wanted him to be proud of me and to love me like he loves them. I just wanted him to notice how hard I was trying, wanted him to see how everything I did was to make him happy." My voice broke and my vision blurred with tears. "I just wanted a dad. I've never asked them for anything. But I just wanted him to be my dad." Instantly I broke and my barriers released. My face streamed and I fell forward, letting Magnus catch me against his chest holding me as close as he could. My sobs and wails filled the room as my heart ached in my chest though it threatened to jump out.

The pain that I felt was nothing like I had felt before. Not even like what I felt after my parents abandoned me because this time I had lost someone that I actually loved. Lighting strikes of anguish struck me over and over, doubling me over to the point where I struggled to breathe from my crying. As my body shook, the force of it made Magnus' body shake too though he didn't mind. The Warlock held me, a hand on my back and the other cradling my head as his own tears dripped into my hair. I could hear myself saying the same words as I sobbed; He doesn't want me, it was like venom to my system, taking over and shutting it down, breaking me down by the second until I lay boneless in the arms of the Downworlder.

I didn't have the energy to cry anymore, didn't have the words to make myself feel better, didn't have the frame of mind to think clearly or the motivation to try and deal with this properly. My sobs had stopped and silent tears ran down my reddened cheeks and onto Magnus' already-soaked pyjama shirt as Chairman Meow nuzzled into my hands, providing his own comfort which I gladly accepted.

"Get some rest Pumpkin, we'll talk about this when you've got a little more energy." Magnus swung my legs up on the sofa and settled so I was lying with my head on his chest as he wrapped me up in a mountain of blankets. My skin was still cold to touch and I burrowed against his warm skin with a tired sigh as I closed my eyes and willed sleep to come. Eventually, I managed to drift off to the sound of the Warlock's heartbeat, his soft humming of an unfamiliar song and the gentle purrs of the cat that was curled up on his chest beside me.

“You’ve been alive for a long time, right?”

Magnus stopped stirring his coffee and turned around. “Is that a stab at my age?”

“Nope,” Alec replied. “I have a history doubt.”

“Oh!” Magnus said and settled down next to the shadowhunter on the couch. “Do tell.”

Alec chuckled.

Magnus frowned. “What?”

“You got a little excited,” Alec pointed out, chuckling again. “It was cute.”

Magnus rolled his eyes fondly. “What do you want to know? I promise to be unbiased. Unless your question is about Napoleon or Paul Newman. I had beef with both of them.”

Alec smiled. “So. We’ve been to hell.”

“Hm-hm,” Magnus sipped on his coffee. “Who hasn’t, Alexander?”

Alec grinned and shook his head. “Is there a heaven?”

Magnus choked on his coffee a little. “We’re directly diving into the deep questions, are we?”

“I’m just curious. We know there is hell. Multiple hells, in fact. So, like, what about heaven?” Alec asked. “Where does Raziel live?”

“Probably in Los Angeles,” Magnus replied. “He looks like the type.”

“Seriously,” Alec nudged his leg. “Heaven? Does it exist? What’s it like?”

Magnus took a deep breath and put down his mug. “From what I know, no one has really gone there, or at least come back, to tell the tale.”

“Shame,” Alec sighed. “I just thought it might be real. Hell is pretty much like we imagined it to be.”

“Heaven is probably the same,” Magnus shrugged. 

“Angels and golden gates and harps?” Alec asked with a grin.

“Hopefully, there is also WiFi,” Magnus noted seriously. 

Alec laughed. “You’ve never wondered what it’s like?”

“I used to,” Magnus admitted. “I spend a good portion of the 16th century trying to find it.”

“Did you?” Alec asked. 

“No such luck. So, I gave up,” Magnus replied. “I did end up in hell. Twice. I don’t know what that says about me.”

Alec pulled him closer. 

He held Magnus between his arms. 

Magnus wanted to spend his immortal life there. 

“It says that you are incredibly brave and stupidly reckless,” Alec whispered.

“Incredibly brave and stupidly reckless,” Magnus hummed. “Sounds like the nephilim motto.”

Alec pressed a kiss to his cheek and walked over to the bathroom. “You love us.”

“Keep your voice down!” Magnus yelled after him. 

The truth is, Magnus had always believed in heaven. 

The truth is, Magnus had never really given up on his quest to find it. 

And then...And then he had met Alec. 

Heaven made little sense after that. 

Heaven became the space between Alec Lightwood’s arms. 

@malectober

this was supposed to be about hell but it turned into something else lmao. writers y’all know what I'm talking about 😋

fate -Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood 

words count: >1k    

gender neutral reader! x Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood

warning: I stan Malec to death but you know, it seemed more angst this way :)

summary: Alec Lightwood was your best friend, Magnus Bane was your lover, but if asked, who would have you chosen?

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

It didn’t happen in a night, or maybe it did. 

Being the closest thing Clary had of a sister was a thing, but being dragged in a world of monsters was another. 

You were the fist person Clary searched for when she found out about the hidden world, when her mother disappeared and with everyone’s shock they found out you had the sight too. 

It happened so suddenly; you were trying to call Clary again, in vain, your friend had disappeared into nothingness two days prior and you were starting to get anxious. 

As you heard the tone of the voicemail yet again, a mixture of anxiety and fear as you huffed: "just please let me know you’re fine". 

When someone collided with you, their eyes surprised as you looked at him pissed, the fear you were feeling suddenly becoming anger directed at him. 

His lips moving as he breathed "you can see me". 

Little did you know, you met Alec, someone who had so much in common with you it almost was scary. 

It was crazy really, but Alec could swore that the moment his eyes found yours in that busy street of New York, his heart stopped. 

He never saw someone as beautiful as you and he could only remain mesmerized by the way your eyes were strongly disapproving him. 

Funny, but your bravery was the first thing that stroke an impression to him. 

When you entered the institute, training alongside Clary, Alec could do nothing but keep on falling for you. 

Every time a peculiar thing of you emerged, he learned to adore it. 

But it wasn’t that easy, no, it was a nightmare, and only one was the culprit. 

The night you followed Clary in a mission to get her memories back, you met him.

Magnus Bane was the greatest warlock of Brooklyn and you couldn’t help but wonder if you were born to meet him. 

Magnus’ eyes shined the second you entered the room and his humor did not fail to catch you. 

Alec was burning with jealousy when you hold the warlock’s hand after your first mission together, seeking comfort and his eyes fell when he saw you rush to the man laying injured on the floor. 

You liked the warlock, it was obvious, yet Alexander couldn’t help but think that the two of you would have made just the perfect match. 

And he knew that when the two of you talked on the institute’s terrace till dawn you had to feel something. 

Your skin was warm and he knew he was causing it. 

But it didn’t seem to matter much since every time Magnus was around you had the tendency to walk on the clouds. 

It wasn’t until he saw you two training in the gym of the institute that he knew. 

Not only you broke the rules letting him in, but the two of you were fighting in a way Alec found ridiculous. 

His hands catching you by the waist when you made a sudden move, your legs moving swiftly to get to his back only to prove the point you were faster than him. 

His smile as he made a sarcastic comment about your naivety, grabbing you by the arm and carrying you on his shoulders as you laughed. 

When your feet met the ground again, Alec witnessed, heartbroken, as your eyes met while both of you took a step closer, lips touching, body wrapping. 

The rage that burned through-out his body was enough to give him the strength to confess, just as you were excitedly making your way to him, eyes shining as you were to announce your kiss with the warlock. 

Alec’s eyes looked determined as he approached, his stance stable as he reached you, hands clapping your cheeks as he kissed you briefly. 

You were too shocked to move as Alec parted from you a bit, his eyes gazing into yours "I love you" he said "I loved you since the first time I saw you".

He took a breath, and he was gone, leaving you with nothing but confusion as you turned to your left: Magnus was standing there, his eyes compassionate as he turned around too and left. 

He had told you, and you didn’t want to believe him, but you were forced to chose.

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