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it can be a fic or meta, but if you're feeling inclined i would love to know more about your opinions for how alec's family gifts in your headcanon would present with even more eldritch elements to it?
oh, I have so many feelings, thank you lovely. Pls enjoy my version of bb!Alec (who is still much too old for his age because he's Alec)
Alec hasn’t even been Marked, still technically a fledgling rather than a Shadowhunter, when he learns that most nephilim can’t hear their weapons sing.
There’s a man come to see his parents, an important man, a dangerous man. But not just in the way nephilim are supposed to be dangerous, though the rhythm of his steps make it clear he can fight as well as any other Shadowhunter Alec knows. There’s something else though, something beyond his skill, something that’s not explained away by the way everyone in the Institute all bow their heads to his titles, Consul and Warrior and Sir.
Alec can hear him, something humming under the man's skin almost like a seraph blade dreaming in its hilt but off-key, a discordant whine that makes Alec want to cover his ears but he knows that wouldn't help; the noise isn’t really a noise, he can feel it in his blood, between his bones, not in his ears at all.
He doesn’t know what it is, doesn’t know what he should say, or to who, but he can’t let it go, it pushes in the back of his throat and it has to be let out.
He thinks if he tries to speak and it doesn’t work, the pushing will get worse, will hurt, will perhaps not let him stop, not ever again.
If that’s true, (it is true, he doesn’t know why or how, but it is, he knows, knowledge deeper even than the laws and runes he’s memorized from the Grey Book, the ones that make the power under his skin flicker and flare, waiting for the first Mark to settle it), he can’t do what his father would prefer, and tell his parents in private. He can't risk them choosing not to listen.
If he can’t be discreet, he has to go far enough the other way that he’s inevitable.
Luckily, the hum from the man is just enough that his seraph blade doesn’t like it either, hissing to itself in the hilt when it ought to be asleep, and Alec knows he can tell them about that. He’s worked with the Weapons Master, with his father, his favorite chore is tending to the adamas in the Institute's care.
So he waits outside the armory, plants himself in the middle of the hall when the man and his parents approach, makes sure the door to the armory is cracked so Master Amira will hear him too, might even come out and back Alec up, if he’s lucky.
He waits, and he doesn’t step back against the wall, and his mother is lifting a brow and his father’s mouth is too tight, neither of them impressed that he’s just there in the way like a mundane too stupid to move.
Before either of them can do anything, Alec falls forward, prostrating himself before the man, arms spread and forehead pressed to the tile, because there’s no way to say what he’s going to say without it being an insult, and this is the only way he’ll get the whole thing out before he’s in too much trouble to be allowed to continue.
The man’s footsteps don’t slow, and Alec realizes he’s going to just walk right past him, and he’s offended enough his chest burns, and he almost can’t feel the pressure in his throat anymore.
How dare he ignore a sign of supplication like that? He’s got worse manners than Izzy and no excuse for them at all.
“Consul.” He hears his mother’s voice, low but steady, and the footsteps stop.
She’s as offended as he is, Alec can tell, he can taste it in her voice, but no one else can ever taste her moods like he can, so he’s sure no one else knows. Yet.
But he does, and it’s enough. If she knew what he knew, she’d speak, and they’d listen, they’d have to.
So he’ll have to do as well as she would.
“Begging your forgiveness, sir.” Alec projects his voice as well as he can, for all he’s talking to the floor. He can’t raise his head, not even an inch.
The Consul doesn’t say anything, but neither does he move.
“Why do you not care for your blade, sir?”
There’s a shocked silence, and Alec can hear the weapons in the armory startle awake as his father reaches, and he can feel Master Amira’s axe-blades as she joins them in the hallway.
“What seems to be the trouble, sirs?” Master Amira’s voice is smooth and clean and Alec reminds himself to breathe.
“The Lightwoods are about to lose their heir,” the Consul answers, his voice tight and the hum beneath his skin twisting down a half a pitch, sharp and unpleasant, “unless they explain his behavior very quickly, and very well.”
“I do not think so.” His mother’s voice rises, as pure a tone as any Alec has ever heard from adamas and he realizes he has lifted his head to look at her, that everyone is looking at her, the pair of clerks who follow the Consul everywhere, someone in every doorway down the hall, a silhouette behind Master Amira he can’t quite identify; even in the glimpse he can get of the corner of Ops behind his parents, everyone has turned toward the sound of her voice. “You should answer him, Consul.”
The Consul’s eyes widen, and his shoulders go back, and that feeling of danger rises, rises, and then it’s cut off, a sharp clean silence as Alec’s father takes one, single, step, letting the heel of his boot hit the tile just so. “My son is a Lightwood.”
“Recognized and sworn before an Iron Sister, sir.” Amira adds, and Alec blinks, aware now of what the odd visit last year had meant, the woman in white who had laughed as if she wasn’t dressed for mourning, who had shown him her throwing daggers and grinned when he’d hit the target with them, and given him two pure slivers of adamas to keep, one for each boot.
The Consul has gone still, and his expression is unimpressed, but the hum changes pitch again, and his clerks look nervous, eyes moving too quickly for all they’ve kept their bodies still.
“Sir.” Robert speaks into the silence, and his voice is like nothing Alec has heard from him before. He’s still quiet, still deferential and polite in tone, but it’s sharp somehow, the glint of a knife as it is slowly pulled from a sheath, the light of a seraph blade the instant before it materializes. He’s not really asking a question. “Your answer.”
“My blade has been cared for by four generations of the Dieudonné line, his question is an insult to my bloodline that has earned no answer beyond contempt.”
“Then why is it crying?” Alec doesn’t lower his head this time, for all his neck aches from the angle required to look up at the adults surrounding him. “It is awake, sir, and in pain, and you are not soothing it.”
Master Amira makes an odd choked-off noise he’s never heard before, but the rest of the hall is silent, and the silence grows, deeper and thicker, until Alec realizes he’s looking at his mother again, that they’re all looking at his mother again.
“His words are True.” Maryse’s voice is a hiss, barely louder than the blade, yet it carries. Her voice fills the hallway, perhaps through to Ops as well, perhaps beyond; it feels to Alec like the whole Institute can hear it, this one soft note of revelation whispering between them all. Her voice still rings like a bell against something inside him, something he has no name for but recognizes as the weight behind that pressure in his throat, the balance in his blood that hears better than his ears. “You will answer, or you will be foresworn.”
“You cannot-” one of the clerks attempts to speak, but Master Amira snorts and they give up.
“My parents were very traditional.” His mother’s voice sounds normal now, calm and conversational. But it still tastes like copper to Alec, like blood, and the tension in the hallway doesn’t ease. He eases himself back and up until he’s kneeling. Until he’s ready. “When my brother was forsaken, they dedicated me to the Mortal Sword as the new Trueblood heir.” Maryse smiles, and Alec can feel everyone except his father move back, trying to get away from it. “I absolutely can.”
The Consul looks contrite, bows his head in apology, enough that Alec can feel the other adults relax, just a little.
But the hum beneath Dieudonné’s skin has turned into a scream, his seraph blade wails in grief and fury, and Alec is moving before he realizes it, one hand in each boot, a flick of each wrist, and two slivers of adamas go through the Consul’s throat before he can speak.
Shock holds them all still, the scream rises into a shriek, twists and throbs and fades, at last, though Alec can’t hold in the shudder while it lingers. The Consul’s eyes are still open, but darker than they were, than they should be, and blood is dripping from them as well as his throat, and his ears, and his nose.
He stays standing for too long, still and stiff, and then a drop of blood hits the floor, one, then another, and finally he sways, and falls. His mouth opens as he hits the ground, and a dark cloud rises from it, smelling of sulfur and steel and something green that Alec will recognize five years later the first time he handles angelbane.
The former Consul jerks, his joints moving wrong in his death-throws, something too sharp to each convulsion, something other.
“Fuck,” someone Alec doesn’t know breaks the silence two long heartbeats after the body stops moving. It’s only then that he sees the rune that has now appeared, a Circle just like Hodge’s, broken by twin spears of adamas piercing through it, one on each side.
No one moves for yet another heartbeat, and Alec can’t look away from the man on the ground, the man who clearly wasn’t just a nephilim, not anymore, not like the rest of them. The man he’d killed. He’d killed the Consul of the Clave, in front of witnesses, in the middle of the Institute, before his parents…
He can feel a shared look over his head more than he can see it, and then his mother’s hand is on his shoulder and his father is calling out orders and she’s leading him away and his footsteps are running to Ops and an alert alarm is sounding, one Alec can’t hear properly through the blood rushing through his ears, and he’s relieved when his mother takes them both to his room, and tucks him into bed, and shields his door with her personal rune as well as every warding rune he’s ever seen. He smiles at her in thanks, and lets himself go.
She’s there again when he wakes, and at first he can’t remember anything. He starts to move, and feels the tug of an IV, the rattle of the stand next to his bed shifting with his movement. He blinks, and his mother sighs. It sounds like relief, and he blinks again even as she moves close, reaches out and brushes his hair off his forehead.
“It’s been a long time since an heir manifested two blood gifts at once, especially before receiving his first Mark.”
Alec had opened his mouth to… he wasn’t sure, probably apologize for being lazy after committing murder and then not even cleaning the ensuing mess up himself, but that stops him. He shuts his mouth, swallows, blinks for a third time, trying to get his thoughts to line up into something more coherent than what?
“Is that what I did?”
His mother smiles, and it’s as far as possible from her expression in the hallway, warm and soothing and grateful. “That’s what you did.”
“Oh.”
He lets that sink in, lets the implications and conclusions and possibilities trickle their way through his thoughts. “Does that mean I’m not gonna be buried at a crossroads for killing the Consul?”
His mother winces, leans forward until her forehead rests against his, and he feels dizzy and lightheaded with something almost like joy as he recognizes what she’s doing as comforting, for both of them. “Oh baby, no.”
He closes his eyes and lets himself feel the weight of his mother being his mother before anything and everything else, and doesn’t even fight it when he feels his eyes getting wet and his skin flushing with relief and confusion and love and who knows what else.
“You will never be in trouble for what you did to Malachi.” That chime was back in his mother’s voice as she whispered against his skin, and it soothed him in a way nothing else could, resonating against his worries until they faded. “You saved the entire Clave from whatever he would have done in the Circle’s name, whatever he could have done to our Institute with the Curse Valentine had put in him when he was discovered. The Inquisitor is going through the entire Council, soul by soul, to make sure she finds them all, and it’s only because of you that she has the power to do it.”
Oh.
Eventually she lifts her head, and her eyes are damp too, he can see it when she blinks. “But you will have to go to the City of Bones and meet a Silent Brother and the Soul-Sword.” Her smile quirks, and he realizes there’s pride there in her expression, on top of a complex mix of emotions that don’t make any more sense than his own. “Though that might be less scary for you than it was for me at your age, if you can hear the Soul-Sword as well as you hear seraph blades.”
“I can hear all the weapons in the armory.” Alec corrects before he can think about it. “You can’t?”
His mother laughs, short and damp and beautiful. “Even your father can’t, and he’s the only Lightwood left who can call his weapons to him. You’ve got a stronger Blood-Gift than he does.”
“I do?”
His mother nods. “Your father asked me to tell you he’s sorry he didn’t tell you so earlier. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, either.”
What.
This entire conversation is so far outside of anything he’s ever felt before, and his bones feel too light-weight under his skin and he doesn’t understand. “Why?”
“Did you consider telling me or your father about what you heard from Malachi’s blade?”
Alec frowns, and his mother lifts a hand, palm facing him, stopping him before he can protest the change of topic. “I promise I’m answering your question, please.”
His parents apologized, and his mother said please to him, like she meant it.
He shook his head from side-to-side. “I knew you’d want me to, but.” He stops. He doesn’t know how to explain that feeling, that pressure that he still suspected would have broken him if he’d tried to speak the truth and been told to keep quiet. His mother’s fingers brush against the line of his throat, and his eyes widen as he stares up at her, as he sees a tear overflow and slowly slide down her cheek as she nods, just a little, and he realizes she knows exactly what he’s not saying.
“We taught you we couldn’t be trusted, so you had to act alone.” There’s that chime again, and another tear falling. “But that’s all going to change now.”
It’s a promise, he knows, he can feel it. “What is that?”
“That is the Trueblood gift. My father could make any vow magically binding just by witnessing it, and his father could tell when someone stated something untrue, even if they believed it themselves.” Her mouth quirked. “He called it tasting lies.”
“Can you do that?”
“No.” She closes her eyes, too slowly to be just a blink, and this time when she sighs he can feel the weight behind it. “I can hear Truth sometimes, ride it, verify it, make sure everyone else believes it.”
She opens her eyes, and there’s guilt now, and grief, dark and deep and endless. “Valentine recruited your father and I personally, and I believed everything he told me about what he was doing, and why, and because I believed him, because there was a Trueblood supporting him, a lot of people who wouldn’t otherwise have let him be… let him get away with, well. Everything.”
Alec goes still. He can tell she’s telling the Truth still, and he doesn’t want to know that, doesn’t want to feel it, but he can, he does, and he’s never ever going to be able to forget what this feels like, this truth that turned his whole life into a lie that he’d never known he was telling.
He swallows down the nausea, the outrage, and waits.
“But when your father told me what he learned about what Valentine was really like, I couldn’t believe the lies any more. We turned ourselves into the Clave, and they only let us back because I rode the Truth when I vowed that we would be loyal to the Council, when I vowed on my bloodline, back to my parents and.” Her voice drops, lower and softer. “And down to my son, who is a Trueblood too.”
“And then you lied to me about it.”
“The Council forbid anyone from talking about the Circle.”
He gives her the look that line deserves.
She’s almost trembling, her hands held too tightly by her sides. “We didn’t want you to have to bear the weight of our mistakes.”
“But I do.” He looks at her, really looks at her, in the same way he looks at the weapons in the armory, and the hilts strapped to the side of visiting nephilim, and the way he’d listened to Malachi and heard Valentine’s Curse in his blood.
Alec can almost see the pattern of the fragile scaffolding of his mother’s emotions, suppressed down under her skin, forced to only exist between the fine lines of her plans, of her will and desire and ambition and pain, all constraining her gift into something so much smaller than it could have been. The foundation of that scaffolding seems shaken, it feels fragile. But it hasn’t moved, hasn’t fallen. She regrets how he feels, sincerely means to change, but she hasn’t, not yet. It’s all still there.
“Every single one of them has been put on my shoulders, and because you hid them from me I thought all that weight was mine, was me, that I deserved every harsh word and mistrustful look, and every single one of them was about you.”
Maryse rears back, but they both hear the Truth in his voice, the sound that resonates between his bones, that builds and forces its way out, that refuses to be silenced. That he is never ever going to try and silence. “You can go.”
She opens her mouth. He lifts his chin, and she concedes. “Amira will take my place with you until the next medic visit.”
He almost frowns, wondering what she means. “You burned through almost all your angelic energy.” She tilts her chin and he glances sideways at the IV bag, half full of something that isn’t just saline, judging by the color of the label. “And you’ve been asleep for almost three days.”
Three? he mouths, more to himself than her, but she sees it, understands it, nods.
There are circles under her eyes, and he can hear the exhaustion she'd been trying to hide when she speaks again. “Let us try and take care of you this time.”
He nods, accepting her peace offering for what it is, and she leaves.
He settles, waits until the door opens again to let Master Amira in.
Only then does he close his eyes, knowing he’s safe, knowing she’s there for him. He knows he’ll forgive his parents when they come back, knows that if they try at all he’ll let them be his parents again. But he’s not sure if they’ll ever earn back his trust.
But he can trust Master Amira, and he’ll make sure to tell Izzy the truth, make sure she knows exactly which consequences are hers, and which are not. He’ll do the same for Max once he’s old enough to talk, and they’ll never have to bear the weight of their parents’ mistakes the way he did, never be expected to fix everything the Clave and Circle broke just because they were offered the mercy of living.
He smiles to himself, pleased with that decision. He can hear Master Amira settling down into the chair next to his desk as he lets himself relax, can hear the soft sweet chime of his adamas slivers being returned, can feel the familiar low rhythm of her axes. He’s always thought they seem like contented cats, purring as they rest against their chosen partner, but today it’s like they’re purring for him, too, soothing him back to sleep.
#alexanderlightweight#jilly writes#shadowhunters#alec lightwood#maryse lightwood#robert lightwood#malachi dieudonné#valentine morgenstern plotting even in absentia!#jilly answers#tangential tuesday#eldritch angels#make very weird nephilim#just saying#not on ao3
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I have put up several of the prompts and updated two WIP’s on ao3. I’m trying not to completely floor ao3 but also use the spoons when I have them. Because it’s sooo time consuming:
saints & sinners installation three is finally complete!
And the second chapter of Elysium’s Tears is posted!
here is my ao3
#shadowhunters#malec#my fics#my fanfic#my writing#ao3#alexanderlightweight#elysium's tears#saints and sinners
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@alexanderlightweight You’ve been so prolific lately and with such great content that you’ve inspired me. Consider this a gift.
The Blessings of a Curse
“No. Absolutely not.”
Alec’s voice was hard and unyielding, a tone that made the rest of his hunters stand at attention.
“But you’ll die!” Isabelle cried out in dismay.
“There are worse things.” He told her with a cold certainty.
“Damnit, Alec!” Jace growled. “You have to! It’s fuck or die! Clary is offering!”
And that fact probably upset Jace the most. Alec was too disciplined to roll his eyes, but he certainly wanted to. Alec didn’t think for a second Clary was offering out of the goodness of her heart, even if she did find him attractive. Maybe she was mostly offering for Jace’s sake. Maybe she knew that if she didn’t offer, no other Nephilim would work with her ever again. Alec was positive that it was mostly so she could hold it over his head, even if she didn’t consciously realize it.
Nevermind that she owed him ten times over. He knew she didn’t see it that way. There were no debts between Shadowhunters, not in the field, and Clary seemed to think she was one just because she was a Nephilim. As if that alone was enough.
No. Clary would use it as a debt owed. She would wield it like a weapon against him, he knew. Anytime she wanted something from him, or to escape the consequences of her actions, or for him to give in to her reckless and/or selfish desires. She would bring up what she had done, like it was some great sacrifice on her part instead of his. Something she alone had suffered on his behalf and conveniently forgetting that he was only in this mess because of her. Alec would never hear the end of it.
“I would rather die.” He vowed.
“Please, Alec.” She pleaded, as if she weren’t offering a deal with the devil. “I want to help. I promise I’m okay with this.”
“Well I’m not okay with it.” He told her. “I’ve made my decision and I’m ready to meet my maker.”
“You really think Raziel would approve of you dying for this?” Jace asked him. “When you have a solution right in front of you?”
Alec can’t even describe how much he would rather fall on his own sword. “I’m positive Raziel will think I’ve died with honor.”
“Damn straight.” He barely hears murmured from somewhere in the Ops Center, the other Shadowhunters nodding in agreement.
Alec makes a mental note to give them all raises before he shuffles off his mortal coil.
“Alec.” Isabelle begged. “We can’t lose you. Is there any way you would say yes?”
“Find someone else.” He told his sister. Anyone but her, he silently beseeched the universe.
“There isn’t anyone else. ‘Fathered by a man of angel blood who consorts with the demons of Edom’ is a very specific requirement.”
At that moment, like an answer to a prayer, Magnus strolled in.
“I do believe my ears are burning.” The warlock smirked.
“Magnus.” Alec breathed. “You came.” He was so relieved.
He had hoped he could see Magnus one last time. It had felt selfish to ask him to come. But if Alec was going to die then he wanted it to be on his terms. What did the disapproval of the Clave or his parents matter when faced with the certainty of a painful death? He only had until midnight and he had decided to spend those hours with Magnus, to give himself what he wanted in his last moments.
He wanted to kiss Magnus and be kissed in return. To hold him and be held. He wanted so much with Magnus and he could only hope the other man would forgive him for being unable to give him more time. More than anything, he regretted that he had done nothing before now.
“For you, darling, always.” Magnus promised. “I heard you were forced to pick up the slack again and were cursed by a rogue Unseelie for your efforts. You really do need more competent help.”
“I really do.” He sighed in agreement, ignoring the protests from Jace and Clary.
“Can you break the curse?” Isabelle asked Magnus.
“Oh, absolutely. Tell me, Alexander. Did I ever tell you about my father?”
“No.” He frowned. “Why?”
“I am the son of Asmodeus.” He purred with a vicious smile, eyes glinting.
“The Greater Demon?” No wonder Magnus was so powerful.
“The fallen angel.” Magnus emphasized. “The King of Edom and all the demons therein.”
Alec stared for a moment, delighted. “I’ve suddenly found the will to live.” He declared. Then, he marched straight to Magnus and right there in the middle of the Institute, surrounded by Shadowhunters, he pressed his lips to Magnus’s in a desperate and passionate kiss.
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February Malec fic rec!
Thanking @kalalab for this month's theme which is enemies to lovers! The same rules still apply, about one fic per author, but all of these authors have other brilliant fics you should be reading and if you want to add your own recs in the comments, tags, or reblogs please feel free to do so! 😊
Also, I have tagged the authors whose Tumblr account I know, but if you'd prefer I not tag you, please tell me so! I don't want these to be annoying for the authors.
One-shots:
Rumor Has It by Lecrit: A human AU which is not something I'm generally a fan of, but Lecrit just writes so well that I gobble this up anyway.
Summary:
Magnus widens his eyes at him, silently asking him to just give him this one. Alec simply curves one of his stupidly perfect eyebrows in response, a simple gesture that carries the weight of a call for challenge.
“Looks like you’re gonna have to postpone your wedding for now,” Maia giggles next to him.
Magnus huffs, flexing his jaw. “Oh, it’s on, Lightwood,” he mouths at him.
Also, because I suck at keeping to my own rules, I'm adding a second fic rec that I maybe love just as much by Lecrit aka the way to a chef's heart. But, in my defense, both fics are great and one is about cooking and baking. I am weak when it comes to food, okay?
Anyway, summary:
After a scorching review on his restaurant in one of the world's most famous food magazines, world class chef Magnus Bane is set on finding the food critic who dared to slander his art and make him change his mind. He doesn't expect someone as stubborn or infuriating as Alec Lightwood
you're the light that i won't let go by oh-la-fraise: Another human AU as well as an Enemies to Lovers with a twist.
Summary:
There were three unspoken rules to the Manhattan Institute of Higher Learning, New York’s premier private K-12 school:
1) Respect that the space under the football bleachers was for sex, and only for sex.
2) Don’t eat the cafeteria meatloaf.
3) Never mention Mr. Bane to Mr. Lightwood or vice versa, unless you wanted the whole class to get extra homework.
careless curses by @alexanderlightweight: I don't know what to say that isn't already stated in the summary except I love it when alexanderlightweight writes dark themes. (Or just writes in general).
Summary:
The Lightwood family has been cursed by death for generations and now, Alec lives with death hovering over him.
Sometimes life is the curse and death the reward.
Ten Not-Dates That Magnus Bane Spends Falling In Love with Alec Lightwood by Aria_Lerendeair: Magnus is hilariously done at the start of this fic.
Summary:
Magnus was going to have words with the Clave.
They would be decidedly unpleasant words, and they might be accompanied by a few very pointed magic blasts and maybe even curses. They deserved it.
Another Lightwood in charge of the New York Institute?
Multi-chapter fics or series:
All the Costs are Even by tsujiharu: A fic that deserves more love imo, is this Pride and Prejudice retelling. Also, I'm just now realizing that most of these are Human AU's despite me being notorious for generally not liking them, lol.
Summary:
A modern day Pride and Prejudice AU, in which a disgruntled lawyer and an aloof entrepreneur can't seem to get over their pride (and prejudices?) and admit their very obvious attraction to each other.
love is a four-letter word by @la-muerta: Do la-muerta fics need to be recced? Probably not because I suspect most people have read them. Am I still going to to rec them because I love them? Yes! So here is another lovely human AU fic where first impressions maybe aren't what they seem.
Summary:
Magnus knows he's one of the best editors in the business. So when the bigoted director of the publishing house he works for gives their grandson's best friend the promotion Magnus deserved to get, he decides that it's the last straw. Magnus intends to go out with a bang and take his new boss down with him — but he didn't mean for it to happen quite so literally.
Crush On You by @gospi: A FTH fic of 2023 that had me laughing at how salty Alec is about crushing on Magnus. A lot of fun.
Summary:
An ancient, unsuccessful recipe for starting new relationshipsalliances:
A dash of rumors.
A sprinkle of heritage.
A smidgen of jealousy.
A dollop of chaotic disasters.
A shitload of assumptions.
Let it simmer.
Enjoy!
My True Love Gave To Me by AlxSteele: Christmas repeats itself endlessly for Magnus and while it's annoying he does end up learning a new side from the awful baked Alec Lightwood. Surprise, he isn't all that awful.
Summary:
Magnus Bane had a plan, a perfect Christmas Eve just like always. Hang out with his friends, bask in the Christmas Spirit. Then everything went wrong.
Now he's stuck reliving the same day again and again and again. The bright side? Maybe Alec Lightwood isn't as terrible as Magnus always thought.
A fic that I am sure most people have already read because it is wonderful (which is the reason why I didn't add it last month even though it's a wing fic) is Fall Without Wings by @notcrypticbutcoy. It's a brilliant fic that's all.
Summary:
Or: In which the Nephilim have wings, are taught to loathe Downworlders, and Alec is presented with a conundrum when Magnus Bane saves his life.
#Fic rec#Malec fic rec#I don't know if people actually read this#but these also give me a reason to reread fics#so it's a win either way#also these are a lot fluffier than my previous rec list#which means the next one has to be angsty again#j
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@alexanderlightweight took my laptop to write btw you're welcome for this update
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WIP Wednesday
(on a Saturday because who cares)
I have been tagged by the ever lovely @foodsies4me! And, speaking of Foodsies, if you aren't reading their two most recent WIPS - omg you are missing out. Their Daemon AU (Apollo: Blood Wars) is so twisty and delightful and full of foreshadowing for something I still can't figure out just yet, and I love that I'm still on the edge of my seat every chapter trying to guess what's coming next. Their Arranged Marriage AU (Bridges over Lakes of Salt) basically just went down my list of favorite tropes to check all of them off (Misunderstandings! Good Parabatai Jace Wayland! HoTI Alec!) and is incredible.
Anyways, a bit of of angst has been requested, so please have a little snippet from the final chapter of Laudanum:
The loft is bright, the windows flung wide to let in in the late afternoon sun, and the living room looks so completely normal that it takes Catarina three full heartbeats to turn her head towards the flung open doors to Magnus’ apothecary and understand what she’s seeing.
His heavy oak worktable has been hastily cleared, the several sheets of parchments underfoot and a shielded light-crystal wedged partly underneath the central bookcase speaking to the urgency in which it was done. Magnus sits askew, cross-legged, at the head of the table cradling Alec’s head in his lap.
Alec himself is on his stomach, clearly hovering somewhere beneath full consciousness, eyes clenched shut in agony, his struggles weak and uncoordinated as small wordless noises of pain and confusion escape his mouth.
Catarina catches only the barest glimpse of liquid gold eyes as Magnus bends over nearly in half, frantically trying to soothe the wounded nephilim.
"Alexander-" the desperation in her best friend’s voice pierces her heart, “all shall be well, my love, I promise, just hold on, my darling, Catarina is coming - help is coming and all shall be well, I swear it, just hold on, my love, please,-"
And Catarina jolts into action, berating herself already for even the momentary unforgivable pause. A bare two steps forward and she’s in the apothecary, pulling magic to her hands and taking an assessment of her patient.
Magnus doesn’t so much as look up, acknowledging her presence only with a slight change in the distressed jumble of promises and pleas as he promises Alec that help is here, he’ll be alright now, help is here. At the other side of the table is a second Shadowhunter, older than Alec - maybe in her early forties - with her hair pulled back in a complicated plait and lips pressed in a tight, white slash across her face.
The woman glances up to assess the new arrival, her muscles tensing in preparation to act until the meaning of the change in Magnus’ rambling words sinks in and she realizes precisely who Cat must be.
Twin trails run down both pale cheeks as she holds her Head’s hands to to the table, keeping him from injuring himself further. "Please," the woman begs, but Catarina has yet to stop moving.
Tagging @arialerendeair, @spiritsflame, @alexanderlightweight, and @dr-lemurr (and yes I know you only do art, but art WIPs should totally be a thing too - it's so cool to see the process!)
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*+:｡.｡ Animalec Fest Prompt List Unveiled ｡.｡:+*
For 12 days, creators’s journey will start from the mysterious underwater kingdom, to the lively land, and to the never ending sky. The fanwork should match the prompt of the day and should have at least one person in malec to have their species/physical characteristics to match that of the surrounding environment. The prompt order will be as following
🌊 For underwater creatures:
September 18: Ring
September 19: Fighting
September 20: Storm
September 21: Treasure
🌳 For creatures on land:
September 22: Attached
September 23: Lost
September 24: Sacrifice
September 25: Mating
☁️ For creatures in the sky:
September 26: Egg
September 27: Burning
September 28: Prophecy
September 29: Family
Don’t hesitate to send me ask if you have any questions and have fun creating!!
tag list (tell me if you wanna be removed or added): @magnus-the-maqnificent @literallytypogod @ukisteria @wildesummerchild @sociallyineptbibliophile @queenlilith43 @khaleesiofalicante @wandererbyheart @raziyekroos @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @alexandergideonslightwood @andrwminward @noah-herondale-lightwood @elettralightwood @dustandducks@deliciousdetectivestranger @delightfullyterrible @letsgofortacos @kita-no @mxtthew-fxirchild-apologist @thelightofthebane @secrettryst @pocketoffeels @cityofdownwardspirals @stupidfuckindinosaur @i-have-not-slept @rinadragomir @potato-jem @schreiberling2021 @alexanderlightweight
#malec#shadowhunters#tmi#animalec fest#animalec fest 2023#alec lightwood#magnus bane#tsc#the mortal instruments#the shadowhunter chronicles#prompt list
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Tumblr is being fucky with asks so throwing my "random book canon faerie info" here @alexanderlightweight
Ok rant and TDI spoilers incoming below the cut. Not really a prompt more...random info to be used if you think it fits?
Arawn is definitely more of an asshole in the books. He doesn't really care that much about any of his kids but:
His favorite was Erec, very sadistic, loves abusing his siblings, got jealous when he realized one of them was more popular than him and convinced the king to give him to the wild hunt. Probably would not react well to Alec being the new fave
The wild hunt doesn't belong to either seelie or unseelie courts but is willing to deal with them. It's led by Gwyn ap Nudd, who out of all the faerie "leaders" is most likely to get the "tough love" title. very similar to your Alec now that i think about it, esp considering he started bending his own rules as soon as he met Diana (bit similar to mirai) bc he's that in love. Actual members of the wild hunt can only leave if permitted by him. They also have one eye color changed (black/gold/silver)
The wild hunt sibling is Kieran! He's a pretty important character but for now he ends up taking the throne, and he's dating 2 shadowhunters one of whom is Helen's younger brother, Mark, who was also in the wild hunt.
There are two separate cases where Arawn used dark magic and spells to give heirs extra power and strength, which is probably something he'd do to Alec:
The first case was Auraline, a child of both him and the seelie queen who was supposed to inherent both their thrones until there was a prophecy and he sent the riders of mannan (near invincible, loyal to the unseelie king and do whatever he wants, would definitely cause trouble if asked to go retrieve Alec) after her. She ran away, married a nephilim, and their descendant was actually adopted by Tessa and Jem, so Magnus sending Alec to them actually tracks with canon a bit.
The last unseelie heir we care about is Adaon. He's probably the "nicest" but what REALLY matters is that he and Magnus had a thing (implied in the books but confirmed by CC) that i assume Alec would not react well to
#tdi spoilers#i hope this was helpful in any way#extra fun facts: Helen and Mark's mom was seelie nobility#considered writing more about the riders of mannan but their wiki page is pretty clear for someone to read without going down a rabbit hole
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Why is it that every time I read a good Malec fic and decide to go look at the author ITS ALWAYS @alexanderlightweight ????
Like he is everywhere all of the time! I pretty sure every Malec fic ever was written by him, bc at this point I think Iv only read two that weren’t.
Bro is carrying the whole fandom and I’m living for it, keep being iconic.
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Malec as mythical creatures #17
Today’s amazing story is the "the catastrophe of success" by alexanderlightweight.
Rating: not rated
Summary: Magnus Bane was the most eligible bachelor in the Downworld, sought after by everyone from mundanes to Seelie Princes but a man tired after centuries of heartbreak.
In an attempt to gain a respite from his admirers, Magnus proposed a deal. A key to his loft and a path through his wards guarded by his cat, if anyone managed to take the key, Magnus would grant them a date.
Link to fic
We hope you all enjoy this story, and feel free to let us know what you think!
Happy reading!
PS: as this month slowly draws to an end, please feel free to send us any recommendations of stories we have not posted yet that you would like to see during this theme.
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lrhwy finale pt2 hiadt alexanderlightweight new fics newtntommy new fic that hurt alec fic complete im ready to PARTY
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@lawsofchaos1 replied to your post “it can be a fic or meta, but if you're feeling...”:
I reblogged this hours ago and have yet to stop thinking about this universe. I. Am. Obsessed.
PLEASE SEND ME ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AND QUESTIONS I WILL ENJOY IT TREMENDOUSLY (and maybe it will help me write the next bit?) and also cackle a little because usually you do that to me 🤣🤣 🥰🥰
@alexanderlightweight reblogged your post “it can be a fic or meta, but if you're feeling...”:
😍😍😍😍 oh I loveeeeeeeeeeeeee how you incorporated the gifts into this. This is brilliant and I love it so much
YOU ARE VERY WELCOME
You are both: one of my favorite writers to read and one of my favorite people to write for, (add @saryn-prime to that as well I'm just bad at keeping in touch lately) SO FEEL FREE TO YELL AT ME ANYTIME <3
@scarlettandcream reblogged your post “it can be a fic or meta, but if you're feeling...”:
Well, well. Kinda a fan of Master Amira, I dare say. Fascinating world building.
Thank you! Amira has been added to my pile of OCs that are working their way into the background of a lot of fic, along with Fuller & Yoshino from the BAU fusion. My brain is a mess, but at least it makes me smile? :D
(Kind of unrelated, both @greentealycheejelly and @foodsies4me included 'so interesting' in their tags and when I am scrolling notifications their icons look kind of similar so I keep thinking just one of the reblogged twice for a split second before I figure it out and I laugh at my own stupid brain every time, so I had to share. And also say thank you for the nice tags 🤣😅😆💖)
#jilly replies#lawsofchaos1#alexanderlightweight#scarlettandcream#eldritch gifts#shadowhunters#tangential tuesday replies
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happy Wednesday!
Im the anon who gave the prompt that led to to "the vines that bind" and 1) I wanted you to know how much I loved it. Magnus asking alec what he thought simon thought of his jewelry? I was cackling. It's so, so good and I couldn't have been more impressed with what you wrote. I'm so soft for any fics of yours that have greenhouse or gardening
And 2) I would love love love a follow up to it, maybe an in depth look at one of the hunts that you mentioned at the end of the fic? (Or Simon continuing to make a fool of himself in front of Alec lol)
Ah anon thank you so much for that original prompt and this one, okay? I had so much fun filling it and I love that verse. okay so i actually filled the portugal hunt and it's on ao3 as a wednesday request
so here is just everyday in this verse having a rough hunt and Simon making it rougher, I hope you enjoy! i love that you enjoy the greenhouse and gardening fics too!
lumine
“Alec, you uh, have a little something there.” Simon motions to his face, like that tells Alec anything. Especially when he knows he looks a mess, having had to carry one of his shadowhunters two miles and bleeding out like a broken cup.
Alec turns, looks down at Izzy’s mess of a boyfriend, who is clean and fresh and probably popped over from whatever mundane establishment he’s been haunting.
His hand is covered in blood and Alec, with a flat, deadpan expression, rubs across his face and stubble, smearing blood and viscera across his skin and scruff.
“Did I get it?” He asks, dry and waiting and Simon looks like he’s seen a ghost, stepping back and eyes wide and throat bobbing as he tries to swallow and breathe. It’s not the blood either, Simon doesn’t crave angelic blood nowadays unless it’s Jace’s blood and Alec raises a brow.
“Uh, wow. Okay. No. You didn’t at all. But I’m gonna just go and let you be, you’ll figure it out when you clean up. I’m sure.” And Simon speeds off, a blur as he goes to finally bug Izzy and give them all a break from his presence.
“Do you know what that was about?” Alec asks his second, Mirai is only two months in, but she’s been angel-sent and not in a bad way, even making sure that Alec is covered and undisturbed when he sleeps at the loft.
“No, sir.” Mirai tells him, tone clipped and tired and then she smirks, something dark in her smile. “I try not to listen when he speaks.”
“Lucky bitch.” Alec mutters with a fond note to his voice and he gets a respectful, ‘sorry bastard’ in return and nods his head, knowing that it’s a sincere comment. “Get some rest while you can,” he tells her and when she raises a pointed brow, he shakes his head. “I’ll have Alyssa wake you when I leave, but for now, I need you to rest up. This—” and he waves his hand, “won’t be settled for a while. You’ll be helping me by being fresh and available when I finally sign off for the next twenty-four.”
Immediately she nods, pleased and accepting and Alec wonders how he ever managed to survive as long as he has without a second like Mirai.
Mirai who can call him a bastard in front of every single member of his Institute and they will all know and understand that there isn’t an ounce of disrespect in her words. Someone Alec can tease and when the timing is good, be met with fondness and amusement.
It’s almost a habit now, the two of them disparaging over the other’s duties and grateful that they aren’t required to do each other’s jobs.
Alec forgoes the showers and heads straight for his office, unlocking the private showers that he rarely takes the time to use. The decontamination process is quick and then he leans against the wall, letting the heat pound against his aching back. He’ll need an iratze now and possible another later and he’ll need to call Magnus, let him know he’ll be late.
Alec gets a towel around his waist and then he lets it drop, too tired to deal with it as he trudges over to the steam covered mirror. He wipes it away, making sure there aren’t any scrapes or obvious bruises on his face and he winces as he takes off the ear cuff Magnus had picked out for him that morning.
It’s a little dragon, curled around the cartilage and Alec washes it carefully, getting the ichor out of its grooves before he puts it back and then he carefully washes his face. There is a stud through his eyebrow now, made of dark metal and the gem is hidden behind muck.
Finally done, and presentable enough to not send Magnus into a panic, Alec summons his stele and sends a quick-fire message.
Barely twenty seconds later and Magnus is portaling in, the view of a shocked face disappearing as Alec and whoever Magnus was with get a glimpse of each other.
Magnus stops, staring at him with wide, hungry eyes and then he snarls and opens the portal back up, hand reaching through it and Alec can see the tensing of his muscles and wonders what Magnus is doing. He finds out a moment later when Magnus holds a glossy mass of writhing tendrils in his hand and then he crushes them with magic.
“It was their memories, or their eyes.” Magnus tells him, nonchalant and content the closer he steps to Alec. “Darling, you look exhausted?”
And Alec ignores the world and lets himself fall into Magnus’ arms as they come around him.
—
Magnus follows Alexander, long after he could have left. It’s become route, for Alexander to contact him after any battles that have casualties, so Magnus doesn’t accidentally hear down the pipeline that a shadowhunter has died and wonder.
As it is, Magnus is rather done with the entirety of the Institute and every single one of them seems to need to ask Alexander a question, right now.
Finally, he’s about to have had enough when Simon shows up. Running his mouth faster than even his feet at vampiric speed will allow.
“Oh, hey you uh. You still have something there—” Simon says, like he’s trying to be discreet while he’s also motioning to Alec’s entire face.
“Yes Simon,” Alexander drawls and it’s so dry that Magnus is surprised Simon hasn’t already wilted. “It’s called my face.”
“No, not that!” Simon says, like Alexander’s face is anything but a priceless treasure, “the uh. You have piercings on your face. Like, they’re stuck there.”
“They’re not stuck.” Alexander tells him, with more patience that Magnus thinks is due, “they’re pierced. It’s why they’re called piercings, Simon. Izzy also has them, is this not something mundanes have?”
Simon blinks, like he’s not sure how to respond and Magnus hides a snort in Alexander’s shoulder, because Alec definitely knows that mundanes also have piercings.
“Right but, why do you have them?”
Alexander sighs, rolls his eyes up and over and then he crosses his arms. “Simon, you can either ask me inane questions you have no need to know the answer to, or you can shut up and get out of my way. Only one of those options is going to go well for you.”
Simon disappears and Alexander’s shadowhunters close in like a wall, ensuring he can’t come back the way he left.
“Alexander, you need to eat—” Magnus cuts in, when yet another hunter tries to take his boy’s attention. Every single hunter in earshot freezes, staring at Magnus with wide, horrified eyes as they turn, like a hive mind and disperse. “What in Edom?” Magnus murmurs and Alexander is chuckling as he comes over and lets his head rest against Magnus’ shoulder.
“Mirai made it clear that you taking care of me like you do, is a priority. She’ll go toe-to-toe with any hunter who interrupts you on the sparring mat, it’s been pretty effective.”
Because Alexander doesn’t have time to defend his relationship the way shadowhunters so often enjoy doing, but he now has a second to rely on and Magnus is going to send her something. A basket of throwing knives and garrotes and polishing ointment perhaps.
#writing wednesdays#writing wednesday#lumine writes#shadowhunters#malec#magnus bane#alec lightwood#my fics#my fanfics#my ficlets
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I love your fics and I need more Alec lightwood / Magnus bane fics with dark Magnus maybe, pleasee
Dark Magnus is fun! I avoid the ones where he's outright cruel to Alec, he needs to be Dark and Murderous to others but not Alec <3
My faves are done by Alxndrlightwoods, Alexanderlightweight and Nadja_Lee on Ao3
I don't have any plans to make more fic's with Dark Magnus atm BUT I did just apply for a Any Fandom Dark Bingo card so maybe there will be something written for Dark Magnus soon <3
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March Malec fic rec!
A very big thank you to @just-add-butter for this month's suggestion: Animal transformations! As usual, I'm keeping it to one fic per author, bust several of these authors have multiple fics that apply and even more fics that are wonderful. And, if you want to add you own recs in the replies, tags or reblogs please feel free to do so! (Also if someone has a theme for April please tell me so I can get that list out a bit sooner than at the very end of the month, lol)
I have tagged the authors whose Tumblr account I know, but if you'd prefer I not tag you, please tell me so! I don't want these to be annoying for the authors.
One-shots:
Hop into my arms by @malecfan09: Magnus gets turned into a bunny and it's adorable, what more do you want me to say? This is just fluff, fluff and more fluff.
Summary
Magnus has been magically turned into a bunny by a rogue warlock and Alec looks after him until the spell wears off.
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Flufftober 2023: Day 18 - protecting and Day 20- reading together
Shake Your Fetters Loose by Dreadwyrms: Alec gets turned into a dog and Magnus is NOT a dog person. Post canon with married Malec and again lots of fluff.
Summary:
An investigation into a rogue warlock goes very, very wrong, and Magnus learns he’ll never ever really be a dog person. AKA the one in which Alec accidentally gets turned into a dog.
Everybody (does not) want to be a cat by Falazure: One of the many, many Magnus or Alec get turned into a cat fics on this list.
Summary:
Magnus has suffered worse things in his long life, but being turned into a cat was still up-there on the list of rather annoying inconveniences.
Deepest desires (give in) by @myulalie: Another kitty Magnus fic based on a drawing by @misawkward.
Summary:
Were-cats are good luck by shadowhunters' standards, so when a black, jewelry covered cat appears at the Institute, Alec pays him his respects. He needs it, considering the messes Clary and Jace keep dragging him in.
Alec certainly doesn't expect the were-cat to take a liking to him, and even less to start flirting with him...
the catastrophe of success by @alexanderlightweight: A personal favourite Magnus cat fic of mine!
Summary:
Magnus Bane was the most eligible bachelor in the Downworld, sought after by everyone from mundanes to Seelie Princes but a man tired after centuries of heartbreak.
In an attempt to gain a respite from his admirers, Magnus proposed a deal. A key to his loft and a path through his wards guarded by his cat, if anyone managed to take the key, Magnus would grant them a date.
Multi-chapter fics or series:
The dragon!Alec series by @to-the-stars-writing, who is perhaps the queen of the dragon Alec fics. I have read and reread every single one of them.
Summary of Building a Clan (aka part one in this series)
Keeping secrets was never easy. Alec should know – he was keeping quite a few. Sometimes it was hard to remember who knew what secrets. The chance of slipping up, the damage that could cause, was unthinkable. There were too many things about himself that he couldn’t let just anyone know. Too many things that marked him as wrong or different, even if he didn’t understand why sometimes.
His family were the only ones to know his biggest secret, one that could get him killed if he wasn’t careful. Bad enough that his parents had once been a part of the Circle and extremely close to Valentine himself. If any Shadowhunters – or, Angel forbid, the Clave – ever found out that Maryse had allowed Valentine to inject her with something, mixing what she’d been told was more Angel blood with her unborn child, the ramifications could be catastrophic for their family. More so if they ever found out it wasn’t Angel blood that he’d injected the fetus with.
It was dragon blood.
The Warlock's Cat by @dreaming-marchling, which I already put on my end-of-the-year rec list, but it deserves to be here again because So Good. Kitty Alec fic!
Summary
Pain raced up his arm. It was a sharp throb that radiated out. More than a broken bone. When Alec went to flex his hand to see how bad it was he couldn’t.
His eyes snapped to his own hand and there was no hand.
There was no him.
By the Angel… Alec scrambled up on uncoordinated legs – too many legs! – that trembled underneath him. He panted and looked down at himself as best he could.
Dark fur. Two paws, one still scorching with pain. The ground not even a foot below him even though he was standing as tall as he could.
Reality was screaming at him and Alec couldn’t accept it. His brain couldn’t wrap itself around what was in front of him.
That bastard had turned him into a cat.
Shoelaces and Precious Metals by @violet-renegade: Another dragon!Alec fic that is angsty and sweet and just a very nice read.
Summary
Magnus loves Alexander, his proud dragon Shadowhunter, and he knows that Shadowhunters don't display their relationships with collars the way Downworlders do. Magnus always thought he understood what that meant for him and Alec. As it turns out, Magnus didn't understand at all
In the early months of their relationship, Alec had let himself wonder about what kind of collar Magnus might offer him. Sometimes, he'd even indulge in the thought that Magnus would coordinate Alec’s collars with his own outfit, marking it clear who Alec belonged to every time they went out.
And then Magnus doesn't ask.
And doesn't ask.
And doesn't ask.
Hearth and Home by @molly_jae: And another Dragon!Alec fic. Yes there are a lot of dragon fics!
Summary of Ichor and Cuddles which is the first part in this two-part series:
“Alexander, I love you,” Magnus sighs, throwing his head back with a thud against the hardwood floor. “But unlike your lovely scales, ichor does not just slide off my limited edition Marc Jacobs jacket, or these pants you love to see my ass in.”
The Warlock's Familiar by @harkasun: Another cat!Alec fic!
Summary:
For over five years, Alec Lightwood has been denied his birth right: that of a familiar to be claimed by a warlock. When he finally finds that warlock, having talked him down from the ledge of Brooklyn Bridge, he despairs to find that the man wants nothing to do with him.
With rising pressures from his family, and his warlock’s steadfast determination to shut him out, Alec must talk his way into Magnus’s home and heart. The only question is: how far will he go to claim his fate?
#Fic rec#Malec fic rec#Spent the past few days rereading some of these#and I now want to write a dragon!Aec fic#and a Cat!Magnus fic#help#too manny plotbunnies
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9 5(+?) Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better
tagged by @faejilly
3 ships you like:
Bingqiu(1) (all variations, there are five four characters this ship name applies to) [Scumbag System] - they are sooo fun to play with I love them. I'm actually going to probably write this pairing long before I pick up SH fics again, I'm willing to post links here if people are interested. I'm like... super into this fandom in general ngl like I bought the official english translations after reading it online because I use piracy to deal with capitalism then purchase items later. I have half a dozen fic ideas plotted out, which I regularly discuss with @alexanderlightweight
J/Makoto [MADK] - One of my headmates binged MADK and holy shit do we have Ideas for this wonderful toxic mess. I put the books on my wishlist already I desperately want to support the author. If you like cannibalism & hard vore please read this series. Yall have literally no idea how much I love those two things because its not in any of my published fics yet but please understand i am a FREAK. Cannibalism & necrophilia are the ultimate expressions of love in my mind and this pairing embodies that ideal (there is no necrophilia in the series but it comes close a few times, also it has incest so don't read it if you don't like incest) ANYWAY I wanna write fics for this too. Again, willing to drop links here if people want. Also I'm suffering there are only 9 MADK fics on ao3.
Jang Uk/Naksu [Alchemy of Souls] hhhhhhh please watch this show i am begging you
First Ship Ever: Hiei/SIOC. On Quizilla. Like baby host selfshipped sooo hard with Hiei, plus several others (Seto Kaiba, Sesshomaru, Yoko Kurama, Yami Yugi/Atem(u) - hm this list has A Theme)
Currently Craving: Tea, meatloaf, stuffing
Currently Consuming: watered down blue powerade (guess who probably has pots? its me!)
Currently Watching: Uhhhh Dungeon Meshi. I actually already read the manga (after getting into it via the anime) but I'm watching the anime too.
Currently Reading: Homestuck (for the first time) (i made it accessible for myself finally)
Last Song You Heard: *puts on a playlist* Middle Finger by Bohnes
(1) - Bing refers to Luo Binghe, there are two versions: Luo Bingge & Luo Bingmei. Qiu refers to Shen Qingqiu, there are three versions*: Shen Jiu, Shen Yuan, and Shen Jiumei**.
*One of these versions is fanon.
**This is a fanon interpretation of Shen Jiu that rewrites him as more mentally balanced & non-abusive, usually making him a modern man who transmigrates in place of Shen Yuan. Many people think Jiu & Yuan are two different incarnations of the same person, and Jiumei often leans into that.
@miss-shiva-adler and whoever else wants to
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