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inkykeiji · 2 months

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Hi Clari! I saw the best headcanon for Vox and I wanted to drop in and share the brainrot. <3

Saw the idea that Vox has claw caps he can put on made of soft silicone that protect the sharp edges of his claws so he won’t hurt you while he’s touching you. He’d put them on so he could finger you and play with you without running the risk of hurting you in any way he doesn’t want. It’s just such a nice idea,,, and it would probably feel really good too. 🖤🖤🖤

- anon Spook! 👻

hi spook bb!!! <3 AH YES SO maisie (@sovya) actually brought this idea up a little while ago and while i do agree with you and think it’s a super sweet sentiment on his part (if he decides to wear them;; for some reason i feel like there’s a chance convincing him to wear them would be like pulling teeth, but i guess it rly depends on how important he deems u are to him; if he rly cares for you and your well-being and you’re significant and valuable to him he’s probably more inclined to do it for you, in private like u alluded to, because ‘what kind of man wears claw caps out, baby?’), i can’t help but giggle at the thought because they’re just like the caps you can get for your cats HEHEHE. also,, i personally really really really love his claws, so <33 i’d want em out and dangerous at all times (*/ω＼) i just think the danger and high level of risk that comes with them is very alluring and exciting, idk!!! i wonder if he sharpens them (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) that would be so sexy eeeee

#I'M SORRY I MAKE HIM A BIT OF AN ASSHOLE BUT LIKE #HE IS LMAO #HE ISSSSSSSS #anyway apologies i am a little Fucked Up #i completely see where you’re coming from though!!!!#it would be nice for him to be able to put those motherfuckers away so he can touch you properly without risk #especially in sensitive and intimate areas HAHAHA #but yeah it just makes me think of vox as a kitty #i'm just like 'oh you could end my life with one swipe of those across my neck??? sexy!!!' LMAO #i hope you're having a great wednesday spook!!#pls stay safe and stay hydrated!! <3 sending much love ur way!!!#inky.vox #inky.hazbin #spook.anon #clari gets mail

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Happy Wednesday! (treating this like a weekly holiday now) I was gonna wait till I saw you post the banner that says prompts are open, but I have to go to work in a couple of minutes and was afraid I might forget when I get back home. So I hope this isn't too early.

I love everything you write and normally always give long prompts, but I would love to read what you do with just: "truth potion/spell" cause I think this could fit into a lot of the AU's you already have 💜🖤💜🖤

haha it is a holiday for me as well tbh and you're absolutely good! i very much had fun with this prompt and it was fine

it took a little bit because i couldn't figure out where i wanted to go with this. because sometimes i just really want to think outside the box? and i didn't like where my brain was going with it until tonight! i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

Alec sighs as he holds up a vial, showing it off to Camille who is bound and caught in the trap she tried to set for him.

“This is a truth potion.” He tells her with a smile, “you said you had things you wanted to tell me, didn’t you?”

Camille is staring at him, eyes fierce with the vicious hatred she feels for him burning in her eyes. It’s a pity Alec doesn’t care enough about her to consider what she thinks and feels. There’s no way for her to manipulate Alec with a truth potion, not without a great deal of effort that she won’t have the energy for, not while her body fights the potion.

It’s almost a pity it’s all for nothing, that even her terror doesn’t mean anything.

Because it doesn’t, not for Alec.

Alec smirks at her and then swallows the potion, all of it.

“What?” She starts to ask and Alec laughs, because of course she wouldn’t expect this.

“I don’t care.” He tells her, honestly, truthfully, the potion demanding every ounce of honesty he has to give. “I don’t care if you were once a saint and Magnus worshiped you. I don’t care if you saved his life or if you saved the life of everyone he loved or if you think you were the love of his life. None of that matters to me. The only thing you are to me, is a nuisance and one that is currently, insisting on interrupting a schedule that has no time for you.” Alec smiles and he knows most of his smiles aren’t nice, but it’s gratifying to see her fangs flick out for a second because it means Camille feels threatened.

Which is good.

Alec hates being misunderstood.

“I’m not here to hear you out. Or to secretly find out more about Magnus or to listen to you lie with every breath you don’t take.” Alec shrugs and then his arrow is in her chest, the adamas freezing her heart before her body shatters into frost. “I’m just here to be honest.”

Alec sighs as he stares around what once was very clearly a feeder den. It’s damp and smelly and full of stale blood and enough distractions to spook a team of green hunters. Thankfully, Alec is not a green shadowhunter and Camille’s trap was easily subverted.

That doesn’t mean he still isn’t a little insulted by her audacity or amused by Magnus’ badly hidden hovering.

“Are you following me home?” He asks the room quietly, gently curious because he’s not sure what Magnus thinks about this whole situation. “Or are we going together?”

Magnus materializes.

“Where do you consider home?” He asks, coyly like he sometimes gets and then his eyes go wide, and he adds, “Alexander you don—”

And Alec laughs, cutting him off because he knows that Magnus is worried about the potion but there’s nothing Magnus needs to ever worry about when it comes to Alec’s affections.

“Home is wherever I’m with you.” Alec tells him, the words flowing like honey off of his tongue or blood from an artery. “So, wherever you want to go.” Alec blinks, because the truth potion makes it incredibly easy to speak to Magnus and Alec is considering employing it during future endeavors, no matter how much Magnus enjoys flustering him. Because right now, Magnus is staring at him, golden eyes huge with astonishment and Alec wants to see it again.

And again.

Until Magnus no longer looks surprised at the depth of Alec’s devotion.

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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I’m not 100% sure how this works, but I have a prompt! (Or at least part of a prompt).

Basically Alec makes a habit of refusing to eat when he’s nervous or stressed, Magnus starts getting worried and tries to talk to him about it. I’m not really sure what would happen after, so if you choose to write this then feel free to take it wherever from that point!

You're fine! So basically I open up my inbox for prompts on wednesday's from when wednesday starts for me to when i fall asleep (or force myself to try to sleep) and it's open about 24-30 hours. I have a pinned explanation page on my tumblr that might help <3

I hope you enjoy where i went with this! thank you for the prompt (it was definitely enough of a prompt!)

*also this is written by someone who has and lives with people whose health problems/schedule makes eating and managing food difficult.

lumine

Magnus notices it first because of the dates.

The dates that are missed.

Alexander is wonderful at a great many things, and he does try and arrive on time — or actually show up — for most of their dates. But the ones he seems to miss the most consistently are meals. It’s as if he doesn’t even notice the time flying past, or that his stomach is growling when Magnus finally comes to pick him up. It’s concerning and it makes Magnus wonder but he’s not sure what he’s looking for.

“Darling, aren’t you going to stop for food?” Magnus asks, when Alexander comes home straight from the Institute and Magnus knows he hasn’t eaten yet. Alexander pauses, confusion on his face from where he’d been about to come to bed.

“I just want to sleep, with you.” Alexander tells him, voice hoarse with exhaustion and Magnus melts, reminding himself that they’ll eat when they get up.

And they do, Alexander eating everything Magnus has him try and even going so far as to order seconds of what he likes, and Magnus relaxes. For a few days, until he has to pick Alexander up from the Institute because he’s missed yet another dinner date. Magnus is frustrated at first, until he gets to the office and finds Alexander exhausted and ruffling through a desk full of papers.

“Don’t you have underlings?” Magnus asks, mock humor in his voice but his hands are soft as he massages Alexander’s shoulders.

“Did I miss another date?” Alexander asks, a bone-deep weariness in his voice, like he’s experiencing a defeat and Magnus hums at him softly.

“Something like that, but I lost track of time myself.” Magnus lies, not an ounce of shame in him. “Sweetheart, I thought you were getting aid?” Magnus pauses and reconsiders what he’s said, “competent aid.”

Alexander snorts and shakes his head, “they come in a few weeks. I’ve got a shortage of people what with the sickness that hit us.”

Magnus winces because — as Alexander is warded from every kind of magical disease Magnus can think of and more — he’d forgotten that half the Institute was down from a fairy flu. Which means that Alexander has been even more frustrated and stressed out than usual.

“Perhaps we should postpone—” he muses but Alexander seems to deflate even more and Magnus frowns as he realizes the lines of Alexander’s face are even more pronounced than usual. “Are you alright?” Magnus asks, concerned as he cups his boy’s face.

“One too many nourishment runes.” Alexander tells him with a shrug, voice hoarse but calm as if he hasn’t just shocked Magnus.

Magnus doesn’t say anything, not wanting to spook Alexander by alerting him something is wrong. Because something is wrong, but Magnus doubts Alexander realizes it, or will understand it.

Not with how nephilim are raised and trained.

“We’ll just go home, instead.” Magnus murmurs like this was his plan all along, “I’m thinking dinner on the balcony? Some of the Korean BBQ we had last week and perhaps some bibimbap from that place you love?”

Alexander leans into the back of his chair and Magnus’ hands, something soft and awed in his face as he tilts his head up to look at Magnus with a tender smile.

“That sounds perfect babe.” He murmurs and Magnus makes a mental note to get him some tea and a potion for his throat as well.

—

Magnus keeps track of it after that, portaling over to the Institute at dinner and charming Alexander to break with him in the greenhouse.

Breakfast he can feed Alexander himself, when he comes home from the Institute and Magnus no longer lets him slip his way into bed. Instead he’ll summon them both a light snack if Alexander is too tired, or coax Alexander into bed to feed him breakfast and then press him into the sheets until he falls asleep full and content.

Alexander fills out, the lines on his face no longer so prominent and Magnus learns to smooth his palms over Alexander’s naked skin and check to see if there are any fading nourishment runes. Sometimes, it’s unavoidable and when Magnus finds them, he kisses Alexander’s skin over the rune and when he wakes, feeds him until Alexander is laughing against his fingers and smiling with relaxation over his coffee.

Magnus starts to mention when he’s hungry himself and Alexander zeroes in on it, always willing to stop what he’s doing to accommodate Magnus.

It works and Magnus is riding on the peak of his success when a series of clave meetings make it almost impossible to get Alexander to him daily.

So, Magnus packs his nutrient potions and summons smoothies to Alexander’s office and on one occasion, interrupts a clave meeting because ‘he has to have his boyfriend for dinner’. Alexander’s blushing cheeks had created a rather large misunderstanding, but he hadn’t seemed to mind, and Magnus got what he wanted in the end.

One night, Magnus is tracing Alexander’s ribs, pleased with the firmness between him and the bones protecting Alexander’s heart, and there’s a soft chuckle and when Magnus looks up, Alexander is smiling at him fondly.

“Thank you.” Alexander whispers, voice almost delicate, like he’s not sure.

“For what?” Magnus asks, honestly curious as he presses a kiss above his boy’s heart.

“Loving me, taking care of me.” Alexander reaches out, his fingers pressing like butterfly kisses over Magnus’ cheeks, “protecting me, even from myself.”

“Oh darling,” Magnus breathes out and he leans over to kiss Alexander properly. “Never thank me for that, it’s a selfish thing, my love for you.”

Alexander just kisses him again, something intimate in the chaste press of lips and the soft touch of his tongue to Magnus’ lips.

“Is that any worse than how selfish my love for you is?” Alexander tells him, the same darkness that Magnus has never tried to hide from his boy reflected in hazel eyes.

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