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Just the Way You Are
Magnus stared at himself in the mirror, trying to make himself look presentable. His hair was falling messily into his face, and the urge to magically swipe his hand through his hair to fix it was stopped by the same thoughts that have been plaguing his mind for the past few days: he is powerless, weak, worthless without his magic .
It didn’t matter how many times he was told differently, Magnus didn’t feel like he was the same person anymore. The only constant thing in his 400+ years of living had been his magic, and now that has been stripped away from him. So now there he was, at the ungodly hour of 6:00 am, sitting in his kitchen manually doing his hair and makeup (and it took longer than he expected).
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Hi, sorry about all the reblogs. I'm just having a missing shadowhunters kind of night T^T
Oh no need to apologize at all! I cleaned up my queue, which is always Shadowhunters, today so understand that missing it mood :)
#totally welcome any shadowhunters fans :)#there's always something shadowhunters happening on this blog be it my fic or just my queue#skylar102#answered#all a part of the shadowhunters renaissance
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Hey y'all! This is Upala the Dragon, made as a gift for the lovely @skylar102!
I've never done anything with scales or horns before, so that was a huge challenge for me on top of still learning my way around digital art. But I feel like I'm finally getting the hang of it. This was a learning experience in how to use lots of layers and textures and filters to get the results I was looking for, and also to try out a different style other than realism. I'm proud of the final piece 😊
I hope y'all enjoy it! Let me know what you think! 🖤
#dragon#dragon art#digital art#digital painting#blep#dragon blep#this was based on a skink#the intention was “majestic yet absent”#this took like 2 1/2 weeks to make#maybe I'll do commissions at some point soon if there's interest in that???#gift art#art#my art
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Last Line Meme
Thank you for tagging me @barbex!! This comes from a lil Fenders ficlet I'm working on.
Fenris might not admit much to himself but he can admit he has feelings. The type that compels him just a little bit faster, needing to make sure Anders is okay.
I'm tagging @foxymoley @broodwolf221 @brightasstars @skylar102 and anyone else who might see this and want to join in! Tag me and show me what you're working on! <3
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Devil in Disguise
Artist: @skylar102
Thanks for the mood board and all the banners ❤️💕❤️
Rating: M Pairing: Malec Word Count: 48.500
This fic was created for the Mini Bang 2023 presented by the @malecdiscordserver
CHAPTER 1/7 UNREACHABLE
It's challenging, almost impossible, not to look up at the restricted area where the very important people are. It is probably as difficult for Alec as it is for anyone else in the club. In fact, people keep dancing and having fun, mostly minding their own business. Or so it seems. Presumably, they are afraid to be caught gaping disrespectfully at one of the most powerful men on the planet, but it is easy to notice how the bravest ones among the crowd do attempt to throw a fleeting glance up to the VIP area, every now and then, certainly dreaming of being admitted into the inner circle of those - lucky bastards - who can hang around the ridiculously stunning owner of the club.
Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn and prominent object of desire is the even-too-aware recipient of all the ill-concealed curiosity, reverence, and a certain amount of suspicion coming from his diverse clientele. He must know even too well the emotions he arouses in the clubbers, the power he holds over them. Well, not over Alec. He is a Shadowhunter, after all. He’s no one to be easily intimidated. But aroused? Well, that he undoubtedly is.
There is something in the way the man looks so out of reach that makes Alec crave him badly and, at least, he can fill his eyes with the Warlock’s charm and incredible persona. It’s a treat he indulges himself in, but Alec has no false hopes or dreams to be able to get closer to the man.
Up there, the Warlock looks more like a King, actually, or a God looking down at humanity from his personal Olympus; maybe it’s the ridiculously huge throne he is sitting on that makes him look so regal, but the power overflowing him is almost tangible even from the underbelly of the club, where almost everything is allowed. Almost. Warlock Bane hates troublemakers and bad-mannered people. The audacious display of his power makes people behave rather properly and, in the end, he magnanimously stands there for everyone to admire him, mannerly and respectfully, but never up close.
Does Alec play by these rules? Well, yes and no. He has the impertinence of a 20-year-old young Shadowhunter on his part, and the black stark runes on his arms and his neck dissuade the numerous bouncers in defense of the VIP area from telling him to eye up at their boss with less insistence and insolence. After all, staring isn't illegal, maybe just a little daring or even a bit rude, but Alec's gaze is irresistibly drawn to that fucking throne strategically placed in the exact center of the elevated platform. From there, the club owner overlooks all the people dancing with an oddly detached grin.
He is magnificent and Alec wants him. He has wanted the man since the first time he saw him.
Tonight is just the same story as usual. He will play his staring game for a while, drink a few cocktails, and when he loosens up a bit, letting the stress of the day bleed out of him, Alec will give in standing on the sidelines and finally will look for someone else more attainable. It’s a familiar routine by now. As is the fact that the Warlock will populate his dreams. Later and in the next few nights. But at least in dreamland, Alec can indulge in doing unspeakable things to the hottest man he's ever seen.
Anyway, it’s way too early for that; Alec is still sipping his first Cosmopolitan near the bar; his siblings already vanished into the crowd. And he is still shamelessly enjoying his show. A show offered for free.
Tonight the Warlock is even more impressively dressed up than usual. And Alec almost drools taking in all the details of his perfect facial features, focusing on the bloated makeup around his otherworldly eyes - his demonic mark on display. The Shadowhunter is fascinated by those little specks of gold in them - and ok, yes, he may have activated a couple of runes to enhance his sight both from afar and in the dimness of the club, so what?
The High Warlock of Brooklyn is a man as much feared as desired, and in Alec’s opinion he knows perfectly well how wanted he is and enjoys it a great deal. Everyone wants to be in his good graces, to get close to him, even if it means spending hours kneeling at his feet like obedient pets. Pets who are dressed - or rather undressed - only in leather and piercings, Alec muses.
Oh, Alec would kneel before him… Not up there for everyone to see, he is not much of an exhibitionist, even if he knows he is quite attractive and that maybe, in another World, he could quite fit with the picture the Warlock makes for himself.
In fact, Magnus Bane usually surrounds himself with people who are aesthetically up to it; he uses them to make his public image even more suggestive. He may be naturally beautiful of course, but the way he dolls up? Perfect. That shirt perpetually open on his chest, those necklaces, not to mention his hair, always styled in a way that seems to defy gravity.
Magnus Bane looks unattainable, no… He is utterly untouchable. He is totally out of reach, especially for rune-bearing people like Alec, who in the end is just content to admire the man from the dance floor, and bask in the energy and grandness that emanate from him. Magnus Bane is like a rock star performing on stage. For everyone to look at, and for no one to get close to. The Warlock doesn't even need to hold his own glass, there's always someone there for him to promptly bring a drink to his mouth, just at the minimal gesture of his fingers. Fingers that are often glowing with an intimidating blue light.
His magic.
Alec is fascinated by the idea of so much power held by one man alone. He sighs. Surely the Warlock is the most attractive man he has ever seen. No one on the dance floor, not among Downwolders, nor among Shadowhunters, holds a candle to him. Not by a long shot.
Well, Alec may have this little crush on Magnus Bane, but that doesn’t change a thing. Because he is just invisible to the man. Things are not so easy between their people and as proof of this, Alec has never been with a Warlock. Not once. Yet, given a chance, he would surely have one ride on the sex carousel with this particular Warlock.
Oh well, it’s just a stupid thought that Alec doesn't waste much time mulling over. What would be the point? Magnus Bane has a reputation, although it is commonly known that he never hangs out with Shadowhunters, if not for business. He despises them, to some extent; even though, Nephilim are allowed into his club. It would be too bold a move, politically speaking, to forbid them from dancing at Pandemonium. After all the Lightwood siblings and a few other Shadowhunters from the New York Institute are quite popular among the Warlock’s fellow Downworlders. So, free ticket to Pandemonium for them. That's how it works, and honestly, it works just fine for Alec.
He enjoys his little escapades at the club and Magnus Bane never looks down at him. Even if the Warlock must be aware of his presence in his club. Yet, he just seems not to care. He just ignores him, as well as the other Shadowhunters that usually come together. Alec is again thinking of inexpressible things he would do to the man - and luckily Warlocks cannot read minds - until the last drop of his cocktail touches his tongue and he darts toward the dance floor to find someone not so out of his league to spend the night with.
It’s easy, as usual, and once again the guy he approaches smoothly while moving to the music is a werewolf. When their gaze met, his eyes gleamed with a greenish light and Alec knows what that means. And he is game, because why not. The young man is tall and has a knockout smile lingering on his mouth. Alec immediately knows he is going to walk off with him. On the other hand, this is why he came, this is how his evenings at Pandemonium usually go since he started coming a couple of years back. He has flirted, hooked up, and even had brief flings with a considerable amount of Downworlders, mostly werewolves. His sister Isabelle, on the other hand, has a weird penchant for vampires, while Jace has a preference for Seelies. Sure, they've gotten into trouble a few times, especially Jace, for having broken more than a few hearts in his wake.
Despite them being rather reckless in their dalliances, they have maintained good relations with a lot of people, having established a few good friendships and alliances, also because, Vampires, Seelies and Werewolves usually don't hold grudges for too long, not over trivial things like hooking up with a Shadowhunter.
Maryse and Robert Lightwood, the Heads of the Institute, had decided to ignore their children’s endeavors and, admittedly, have done a lot to build courteous relationships both with the pack of New York, and the local vampire clan, surely with more orthodox methods than exchanging body fluids. Connection with the Seelie Court was a bit more difficult, but the Queen wasn’t interested in getting in the Shadowhunters’ way and the established agreement was live and let live.
As for the Warlock community, well, every interaction with the Institute was based on business, on making financial deals, especially with a few talented healers and, rarely, the High Warlock himself. Everyone knows the Heads of the Institute have a lot to be forgiven for, but their leadership seems to work out well, after all. The only ones who seem unable to overcome what they did in their youth are their own children. Stories about the abuse they perpetrated on Downworlders have somehow come to their knowledge. The truth is that while other exponents of the Circle were exiled or sentenced to death, Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood were inexplicably pardoned and were even given an Institute to run. It was meant to be a punishment, but Alec hates them for having gotten away with their misdeeds so easily.
Alec was educated to be a politician, so he understands it was all a game of power, of honoring the Lightwood name in front of the Clave, of making alliances, but he can't help but be disgusted by his parents, whose hands are stained with the blood of so many innocent people, including children. That’s unforgivable in Alec’s eyes and conceivably, that is the reason why Warlocks in New York do not normally socialize with Shadowhunters. They are the ones who have suffered the worst persecution of all. They are half demons after all. While werewolves and vampires were once human and Seelies have also angelic blood in their veins, Warlocks were treated just like their demon parents and slain without mercy. Magnus Bane, being the High Warlock in the City and owner of one of the highest-ranked clubs in the Shadow World, can't always avoid dealing with the angelic people he loathes so much. Alec knows that his mother has met him on occasion at the Institute, but the Warlock has never been officially introduced to the younger Lightwoods.
It’s almost funny that Maryse is probably ashamed of them. In her eyes, they are not capable of a diplomatic relationship with such an important representative of the Downworld.
They are disobedient, reckless, indiscreet, often insubordinate and recalcitrant in following her orders, and always prone to defy her authority. In the last couple of years, Maryse has turned from being constantly enraged to resignedly disappointed. Alec remembers the furious quarrels when she used to try to marry him off to one girl or another from Alicante. Alec flipped her out each time, not only metaphorically, and refused to abide by her unreasonable request. The main reason for his refusal to marry a girl is that he is gay. But even if they required him to marry a guy, he wouldn't do it. No way. He values his freedom too much, he is still young and is not ready to marry and have a bunch of children - even adopted ones. Moreover, their parents know he is gay, as well as they know Isabelle and Jace are bisexual. They came out together, right on the occasion of a family dinner, when Maryse continued to insist that Alec at least should date a girl of their choice, give her a chance. Their combined - and epic - coming out only exacerbated the already tense relationship, especially with Maryse. And since then her irate screams have turned into sad, almost pitying looks. Alec doesn't know what pisses him off the most. He knew how to deal with his mother yelling angrily at him. But not with those miserable eyes. He just wanted to tell her, "there's nothing wrong with me, nothing you need to feel sorry for."
Alec has never questioned his mother’s love for them, but he knows she considers her offsprings her greater failure. So, they never get to be involved in her business even for something simple as showing the Warlock around to allow him to reinforce their wards. No. They weren't even considered capable of taking care of a task so uncomplicated.
On the other hand, though, she was also afraid of Magnus Bane, she didn’t trust him and so maybe she was also trying to protect her kids. Alec does not know, but one thing is for sure. The High Warlock of Brooklyn doesn't seem to have gotten over the old grievances that seem to have festered since the end of the Uprising. It's been a little over 18 years since Valentine was killed, by his own wife and the man who had sworn to protect him with his life, his parabatai no less, but Magnus Bane has been distrusting the Clave and its people with the same intensity for all these years. If not more and more profoundly through the years.
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"Alec, my God, have you slept with a werewolf or have you tried something new and fucked a vampire?" Isabelle exclaims laughing and pointing at his neck.
Alec groans brushing his hand over the deflect rune on his throat, which is thoroughly bruised all around. As usual, after having been at the club and having parted ways for the night, the three siblings met at a nice bistro not far from the Institute for breakfast, before sneaking back inside. Their walk-of-shame is something that happens quite often and when they stride into the Op Room after a night out, their fellow Shadowhunters usually just give them a benevolent and a little envious look. Among all of them, they are the wildest and most devil-may-care.
"Shit… I know, he mauled my neck… didn’t he?”
Jace snorts not really in an elegant way. “You, dog!"
Alec laughs. His brother can be so crass.
“Technically, he was the dog. And a very satisfying fuck.” He deadpans sarcastically, making his siblings giggle. He knows how to be crude too apparently. But these dog-related puns with the werewolves are a common joke and no one gets offended by that anymore.
“Anyway, I'll heal it with an iratze.” He sniffs at his T-shirt and grimaces, “God, I do need a shower. What about you? All good?”
He asks casually sipping his black coffee. He must admit that he enjoyed his night with the werewolf at his place. It was intense and quite rough but it helped him to blow off some steam after the unsatisfying patrol they had been on. No demons to slay last night and a lot of pent-up energy to put to good use. Jace smirks proudly, as usual, and eloquently wriggles his eyebrows.
“Yeah, sure, mission complete. I went to Roselyn’s and well, her sister was there too, Miriel, Mariel, Muriel? Something like that, I don’t remember her name, but I do remember that she was very flexible... When I bent her over…"
"Jace, good Lord... we don't need details. We never do, really."
“Well, this could be educational for you, you know?”
“No, that would make me feel like I wanna throw up, so please, shut up.”
Alec rolls his eyes, trying not to picture his brother having hetero sex with two Seelie girls, while Isabelle is putting on her red lipstick, with a hand mirror, and lets out a muffled chuckle at her brothers’ bantering. Jace seems extremely pleased with himself.
“Ok, ok… well, I had fun anyway, thanks for asking. That’s all. But you’re such a buzzkill, bro. What about you Iz?”
“Uhm, all good. I spent the night at the Dumort Hotel, with Stéphane. It was lovely, he whispered French words to me all night, he was very… charming.” She clicks the mirror closed with a smug smile on her red lips.
“Ugh… Sure, you went there to listen to him speak French. That’s right.” Jace mocks her, with a playful patronizing tone.
“No… I went there to get laid, actually, and I did, but it was… sweet… He is a very nice guy, that’s all; maybe I’ll see him again.”
Alec thinks she might obliterate the poor guy, eventually. She never sticks around for too long with the same vampire and she has a couple of on-and-off relationships with a Seelie man and, incredibly, also with a Mundane. She says his obliviousness about the Shadow World gives her thrills. Not that Alec cares, Isabelle can handle her flirts and hookups as she sees fit.
They dawdle at the table, chatting and enjoying their coffees together, treating themselves also with some pumpkin muffins. Differently from the usual, there is no rush this morning. Their parents are in Idris - thanks to the Angels - and they shouldn't be back in New York for at least another couple of days. They both have been summoned to Alicante for who knows what crisis impending the Shadow World. Not that their parents ever involve them in the Institute's political decisions. They are just little soldiers, mere executors of orders, and do not make much use of their theoretical privileged status of being the children of the Heads.
Indeed, quite the opposite of that. They are often punished for insubordination, put on ichor duty, or sent on night shift patrol for days without respite. The night before when they decided to go dancing, it was already after midnight, and they had been patrolling for more than six hours. However, the situation was unusually quiet along the streets, with no suspected demonic activity whatsoever, and so instead of returning back with the others, they ended up staying out all night. But as they say, when the cat's away the mice play, right? Or they go dancing... Or… Whatever.
Alec likes his life after all. It could be better, but it could be so much worse. And luckily he has his siblings by his side, and that’s all that matters.
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As soon as they set foot in the Op Room they stop dead, finding themselves in the presence of their parents. Well, none of them saw that coming.
Their furious, unsympathetic, disappointed parents are back. Hurray. As soon as Maryse sees them, she stalks toward them, stopping them from getting away from her clutches.
"Where the hell have you been?" She spits out through her teeth, angrily. Alec looks her straight in the eyes. He isn’t afraid, and they did nothing wrong.
"Out." He replies, flatly.
"Alexander..." There is a threatening hint in her voice, that makes Alec snap.
"What? We're all of legal age, we don't have to explain ourselves. We went on our patrol shift, dutifully, and got back in time for today's assignments. Who cares where we've been last night? Why do you even care?"
"Well, I care, because I already know where you've been... You went to Magnus Bane’s club, didn’t you?"
"And even if we were? I don't see how that can be a problem. You and Dad are such hypocrites…"
"We are just realists and we worry about you. That man… He is dangerous… And you are so naive.”
“Naive? That’s new…”
“Well, at least, you are unaware of the truth… You may not believe me, but I was so worried… Your father and I need to talk to you, ok? It’s…urgent.”
She sounds oddly frantic and genuinely concerned.
“What is it?” Isabelle asks suddenly worried. She doesn’t like her mother’s attitude. What the fuck may have happened?
“I just can’t believe that we returned earlier from Idris just to warn you and you were dancing at that horrible place! By the Angel, how could you always be so irresponsible?”
“Mother, just tell us what’s going on, ok?” Alec interrupts her, exasperation clear in his deep voice.
“Ok…” she concedes and then sighs before continuing. “Disturbing news was brought to our attention and we must take measures about it as soon as possible. The Clave is counting on us and your father and I... you know the delicate situation we are in."
"Of course, we know, how could we not? Your alliance with Valentine has ruined our future. Despite our family name, all positions of prestige are precluded to us. Because of you and your fucking lack of judgment. So, pardon me if I don't pity you with your delicate situation."
Maybe this is not the best time to dredge up the past, but Alec is so angry with his parents. He can barely hold back. They are there, all judgmental and distraught, thinking they can tell them how to live their lives.
"Alec..." It is their father who has come forward, deeming it necessary for him to intervene.
"Look, we are perfectly aware of our mistakes and you know it. We have always been honest with you, never hidden our… past. But we were young and stupid and we've been trying for years to fix what we did and this may be the occasion to do something important. But we need your help."
"What? This again? I told you, I won't let you marry me off to secure your alliances in Idris."
"This is not what we want from you, in fact, I would say the opposite. We need your… interpersonal skills."
Alec frowns at that. It’s quite unexpected and… unsettling. It is enough to make him shut his mouth and keep his frown on his forehead.
"What do you mean Dad?"
Isabelle asks warily, stepping closer to her brothers. Jace has only folded his arms over his chest in a defying stance.
"You know… Given your particular proclivities and tastes..." Robert begins, but Isabelle snorts loudly.
"Oh God… Proclivities?"
"Isabelle wait... This is important, ok? We need you to go on a mission for the Clave."
A mission?
They are suddenly more interested in what their parents have to tell them. This would be a first, after all. A real mission, not just patrolling around the city.
"What mission?"
Maryse sighs and looks at them more calmly, now that she and Robert have their attention.
"Someone is plotting against the Consul. There seems to be a coalition of Downwolders who believe that the Mortal Instruments are not safe in the hands of the Clave and that they are a danger to all the demon-blooded. We got very worrying intel. It seems that the leaders here in New York have allied with the Seelie Queen to carry out a coup in Alicante. Their final goal is to eliminate all the Shadowhunters, it is not clear how, but it seems there may be a spell capable of… deruning us somehow.”
Alec hears Isabelle gasp.
“What? That’s… horrible.”
“Exactly. Vampires as well as werewolves and Warlocks could be involved in this. What we ask of you is that you gather information. You are good at hanging out with them… Just be careful, now that you know the truth you wouldn’t want to trust them as blindly as you’ve done so far. You don't have to overdo it, nor expose yourself too much. Just try to figure out through the grapevines if anything is going on in the Downworld. Something shady or just… kept hidden.”
“What happened to we are worried about you. Are you ready to throw us into the lion's den now?"
Jace asks and then throws his hands in the air in an exasperated gesture. “You’re fucking incredible…”
“Jace, we are telling you this, so you can be prepared. But as I said, your peculiar skills may be too useful to think about missing this opportunity. I mean, Jace you could get closer to Camille Belcourt, while Alec may try his hand with Maia Roberts? We know you go to eat at the Jade Wolf quite often, and Isabelle? You are surely able to befriend Magnus Bane, aren’t you?”
The three siblings gape at their parents as they had gone insane all of a sudden. And then Jace chuckles hysterically, but it’s a sound that makes Alec shiver.
"You really don't know what you're talking about, do you? Camille has been deposed and the new head of the clan is Raphael Santiago, who is a very close friend of Isabelle’s. And Magnus Bane? He is just an asshole who won't let any of us get anywhere near him. And there's no way Maia could be charmed by Alec because, you know, Alec is gay and enjoys sleeping with male werewolves."
Maryse steps forward, her face a sharp, hard mask of anger, barely contained at this point.
Jace rubbing Alec’s sexuality in their face was the last straw.
“Look, I honestly don't care how you intend to pursue this task, and least of all, who you sleep with, as long as you can get info from your precious Downworlder friends. There could be a war, do you understand? A war! So we must do anything and everything to avert this crisis; we need to do it, at any cost. Also, we could finally get the chance to restore our name in front of the Clave. But we need your cooperation. So, you’ll do as you were ordered if you do not want to be transferred elsewhere with immediate effect!” The woman concludes with a wicked grimace.
“What? You can’t be serious!” Alec shouts in disbelief. But his mother laughs in his face.
“Oh, I can assure you I am. You have been nothing but a thorn in our side. And now… if you can't even achieve the one thing that is required of you, for the benefit of this family, for our future, and probably for the future of all Nephilim alike, well, I can only deem you so useless that you can go and fill the ranks in some other Institute with a shortage of personnel. You know… Seul, Lima, or Stockholm… they keep asking the Clave for recruits. And you know what? You could just go and be useful there, as far as I am concerned. Do we understand each other?”
Maryse’s outburst leaves them at a loss for words, so they just nod their heads, more to acknowledge her words than to agree with them.
“Good. Silence and compliance look good on you. You'll only report to me and your father. We count on your discretion. If there are no questions, you are dismissed. And go make yourself presentable. You look… obscene."
She adds scrunching her nose and looking intently at Isabelle’s skimpy outfit before striding away, followed suit by her husband.
Alec is speechless. Apparently, they are good to fuck around but not for real diplomatic, sensitive missions. What the Hell? Is this the idea their parents have about them?
He feels offended and unfairly belittled; it may be true that they weren't exactly cooperative during their adolescence and that they never missed an opportunity to embarrass their mother or piss her off, but Jace is a formidable warrior, Isabelle has strong diplomatic skills and Alec, well he's strong and resilient, an excellent fighter and with innate strategic and leadership aptitudes. And yet, it had always been clear that bearing the Lightwood name, they would pay the price for their parents' crimes. And they have never been inclined to make sacrifices to redeem themselves from something that wasn't their fault in the first place.
The most they can aspire to is to stay at the Institute for life, and maybe Alec can one day become Head, if he doesn't keep screwing up every chance to show off his skills.
Alec looks at Isabelle and Jace. They are as bewildered as he is, if not more. What their mother has asked them is basically to betray their friends, and double-cross them. But then another thought flashes through Alec’s mind. And an unexpected one at that.
Apparently, he now may have a chance to get closer to the man who has been living rent-free in his wet dreams for years. Sure, he doesn't like having to submit to his mother's blackmail, and honestly, he doesn't even believe that what Maryse reported can be accurate or true. New York Downworlders have been loyal friends to them, their relationship with the young Shadowhunters is based on cooperation and reliability, and now their parents want to jeopardize the lasting peace between them by sending them to spy on their allies? That’s insane. Isabelle and Jace are still looking at him with a baffled expression on their faces. But Alec snickers at them; there is nothing to worry about, actually. Maybe they just have to humor their mother for a while, faking to play along with her mischievous plan until the intel from the Clave turns out to be what it actually is, i.e. bullshit. And then everything will be back to normal. This is just another glitch of the Clave, and Alec is used to dealing with their shenanigans. There is nothing to be concerned about. On the contrary, this could be a great opportunity. In fact, Alec now needs to come up with a plan to approach the most unapproachable of all Downworlders, a way to become his friend (and hopefully more than that). Magnus Bane is the most fascinating challenge he has ever found himself to face. And the hottest of all. Alec is going to find out if the Warlock is really as unreachable as he seems.
But first, he needs to talk to his partners in crime, his perplexed and visibly worried siblings. They won’t let him down, Alec knows that.
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For the wonderful story "Nothing Left but Forward" by @skylar102. Created for the ShadowhuntersMiniBang2023 by @malecdiscordserver . Thanks to every Mod on this great server for the help and motivation!
Thank you Skylar for this amazing story. I love every word!
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Alec feels oddly vulnerable. His words brushed across a seed of truth he can't allow to cultivate. What good would it do to allow it to take root? He’s been forcibly molded to operate on intellect and reason. His emotions, the wants of his heart, have always been distractions to the work required of him. Even now, his survival relies on logic and strategy.
This here with Magnus, Isabelle, Jace, Simon, and Clary? It’s temporary. He is temporary.
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Nothing Left But Forward
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by Skylar102
After finding out his parents are using him as a scapegoat and forcing him to marry a woman whose in love with another, he decides to fake his death. With help from Ragnor, Alec is able to escape and live freely as a mundane. All seems well until Ragnor's past comes back to bite him and Alec is thrown back into the world he swore to never return to.
Words: 2835, Chapters: 1/9, Language: English
Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen, M/M
Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Ragnor Fell, Jace Wayland, Clary Fray, Isabelle Lightwood
Relationships: Magnus Bane & Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane & Ragnor Fell, Ragnor Fell & Alec Lightwood
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Farmer Alec Lightwood, technically major character death but he fakes it, takes place some where during season one and two ayyee, Discord: Malec Server, Mundane Alec Lightwood
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A joint creation by @bytheangell and I for the wonderful @skylar102‘s birthday. Please enjoy this ridiculously fluffy Silec 😍
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Shadowhunters
Um Elo de Dragão by Skylar102
Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood || Teen And Up Audiences || m/m, Gen || +60k
Alec não sabe quanto tempo se passou. Quantos dias ele está trancado nesta cela, nas mãos de um monstro.Alec é levado por Jonathan depois que eles libertam Clary da Runa de Geminação. Depois de ser torturado por dias, um companheiro improvável vem em seu socorro.
Agora livre, Alec se recupera de seus ferimentos e deve aceitar o que aconteceu entre ele e Magnus. É bom que seu novo amigo esteja lá para ajudá-lo.
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The Malec Secret Santa 2023 Reveal Post
Ho Ho Ho!
It’s time to conclude the eight edition of the Malec Secret Santa :)
Hope you’ve all had a lovely Christmas and that you’ve enjoyed all the amazing gifts that were posted!
The fantastic @vaguelyrotten, @crankyfossil, & @banesapothecary deserve extra love and gratitude for being wonderful Christmas Angels this year in helping me out to create last minute gifts, making sure no one would be left empty handed this year! Thank you darlings, I really appreciate that you wanted to help me out in a pinch! <333
If you’d like, you can still add your works to the AO3 Collection! Just poke me if you do, and I’ll add the link to the Tumblr gift post as well. You can also repost your gift(s) to your own Tumblrs now, of course :)
That’s all from me in terms of service announcements, hope to see you all again next year!
-x- Leonie (leetje)
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Are you all ready to find out who your secret santas were? :D
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How To Train Your Shadowhunter
Author: Skylar102
Summary: “Is one of those things demonic related? Please say it’s not.” The look Magnus gives him does nothing to calm him down. “Okay great, so I could be turning into a demon.”
“You are not turning to a demon, not if I can help it.”
thoughts: hmmm i love dragon!Alec but i dislike the mind control aspect of this fic (which is the entire plot of the fic so ignore me)
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You know why I am here jdjsssjjdsjjdj Malec and pokemon cuddles :3
Getting Better Every Day
Flufftober Day 17: Insects
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The first time Alec sees Magnus spending time with his Pokémon roaming freely around his home, he’s confused. The Lightwoods are known for being some of the best trainers in the region, with strict training regimens growing up. He’s pretty sure ‘cuddling with creepy insects’ wasn’t in any of his suggested training technique lessons.
“Why,” Alec starts slowly, his voice tense due to the horrific-looking Ariados clicking across the floor towards him. “Is it out here?”
“She,” Magnus begins pointedly. “Is out because we had a tough battle today and she more than earned a bit of personal attention.” Magnus snaps his fingers to bring Ariados’ attention back to him. Magnus currently sits cross-legged on the floor in front of the sofa with a Caterpie curled up on his right shoulder and his Skitty sleeping on the sofa just behind his head, purring loudly. “C’mere,” he says, holding out a treat, and Ariados turns away from Alec who relaxes visibly.
Alec tries to keep the horror off his face as Magnus pets the bug- and poison-type Pokémon, the freaking spider that is now cozying up to him.
“She, right. Sorry,” Alec corrects. He’s trying, he really is, and Magnus is being so patient with him while he un-learns everything he had driven into him for years about the way people and Pokémon should coexist. Until recently, the closest Alec came to actually bonding with his Pokémon was when he spoiled his favorite flying-types by letting them spread their wings once in a while.
Magnus smiles at him. “It’s quite alright, darling.”
Alec hasn’t been traveling with Magnus for very long, and he isn’t sure if Magnus is flirting or just being nice, but the nickname never fails to give Alec butterflies in his stomach. He could ask, something tells him that Magnus wouldn’t mind even if Alec is reading into it all wrong, but he can’t bring himself to risk it. A few times so far they had to share a bed and woke up curled around each other, and it was so nice. Alec wants to wake up wrapped around Magnus forever.
“Alexander? You okay?” Magnus asks, his voice raised a little as if this isn’t the first time he’s said Alec’s name just now. “You zoned out for a second there.”
Alec mentally shakes himself from his ‘really wanting to date Magnus’ daydreaming. “Yeah. Sorry, I’m still getting used to all of this.” Alec isn’t sure if he means the Pokémon stuff or the Magnus stuff by ‘this’, but thankfully Magnus doesn’t ask him to clarify.
“Do you want to pet her?” Magnus asks, motioning to his Ariados who is now in Magnus’ lap, legs tucked up underneath her.
Alec hesitates. “What if I start with one of mine? Preferably one that isn’t a giant spider?”
Magnus laughs. “Fair enough. I suppose you should bond with your Pokémon before mine... though I have to say my Skitty has already taken quite a liking to you. When I first let him out earlier while you were gone he searched every room trying to find you to say hi.”
Alec should not love that thought as much as he does, the idea of something Magnus loves being attached to Alec, the idea of being an expected presence in Magnus’ life.
“I’ve taken quite a liking to him as well,” Alec admits. And to you, he thinks so hard he wonders if he can telepathically convey the thought without speaking it.
Alec looks at the six pokéballs around his belt and takes out his Cubone, who immediately goes into a fighting stance, ready for battle, eyeing Magnus’ three Pokémon warily.
“No Cubone, it’s okay. We’re not here to fight,” Alec says uncertainly. He moves to sit next to Magnus on the floor (on Magnus’ left side, so he doesn’t disturb Caterpie) and pulls a treat out from his pouch to give to Cubone. “We’re... Hanging out. I thought you might like some time out of your pokéball.”
Cubone tenses, not approaching at first.
“I’m going to have to undo the battle--focused hardwiring in all of you, aren’t I?” Magnus jokes.
Cubone eyes Magnus’ relaxing Pokémon, then Magnus, before looking back to Alec.
“I know I haven’t been a good friend to you, but I’m going to fix that. If you want,” Alec continues, holding the treat out again. This time Cubone comes up to him willingly, taking his cue from Magnus’ Ariados and situating himself in the comfort of Alec’s lap to eat it.
Alec beams, looking over excitedly to Magnus with eyes wide with surprise.
“See? What did I tell you?” Magnus smiles back. “You’re a good person, Alec. They can tell as easily as I can.”
“I-” The compliment catches Alec off-guard. “Thanks.” Real smooth, Lightwood, Alec mentally chastises himself.
They talk for a little while about a lot of things, from Pokémon to future travels to bits of their past, and Alec knows he isn’t imagining it when Magnus leans closer into his space. Then, slowly, Magnus’ arm wraps around his shoulder, fingers occasionally drifting up to play with Alec’s hair while they talk, and he doesn’t say a word, never wanting it to stop. He’s sure they’ll talk about it later, but for now he’s more than happy to simply let it happen.
Alec doesn’t realize how tired he is until his head falls to rest on Magnus’ shoulder and his eyes flutter shut. He only means to close them for a moment but between the grounding presence of Cubone in his lap, Magnus’ warmth against his side, and Skitty purring in his ear from the couch, Alec falls asleep with more comfort and hope in his heart than he’s ever felt before.
#malec#magnus bane#alec lightwood#shadowhunters#tsc#pokemon au#bless this prompt because I had ZERO IDEAS for insects#flufftober 2020#elle writes a few deadbeat lines#skylar102#ask rune
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Hello darling! I would love to ask you of a prompt where everyone comes over to the loft for dinner and hear Malec in a huge argument in the kitchen that has them afraid that their marriage is falling apart. So they go in ready to intervene only to realize that Magnus and Alec are fighting over what plates to set the dinner table with xD
OH GOD MISUNDERSTANDINGS AND SHENANIGANY ARGUMENTS ARE MY LIFE AND I AM ALL HERE FOR THIS. LET’S DO IT.
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Izzy winced at the sound of Magnus and Alec raising their voices again.
“Absolutely not Alexander, I cannot believe that you would consider that acceptable, do you want to insult your siblings-”
“They’re my fucking siblings so I think I’d know what they’d be insulted by-”
“You say that like you have any sense of taste!” Magnus snapped.
Jace winced with Izzy as sound of Alec’s hands hitting the counter filtered into the room a minute later, followed by more hissing and arguing that wasn’t as easy to make out.
“Should we...go interrupt?” Jace asked, wincing at the sound of plates rattling again.
“Absolutely not,” Simon breathed, his eyes wide, staring at the kitchen. “You do not get in the middle of a domestic.”
“Dammit, Magnus!”
Clary winced and glanced towards the kitchen at the shout from Alec. “But, I’ve never heard them argue like this.”
Plates rattling came again and all of them flinched together.
“I mean, they’re not actually angry with each other?” Jace said, frowning towards the kitchen. “It’s them. They never actually get angry at each other.”
“Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane, if you do not put those down right this fucking instant-”
“You are being irrational!” Alec snapped back.
“Irrational? You’re the one who-”
“Oh no, no, don’t pretend I started this!” Alec growled. “This was all you!”
Magnus scoffed. “Alexander, you need to learn the first thing about-”
“Don’t put on that pretentious attitude with me, just because I don’t want to spend hours cleaning-”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Jace said with a huff, standing up. “I’m not about to let them break up over whatever they’re arguing about. He ignored the warnings from both Izzy and Clary and strode towards the kitchen. “Guys-”
“Look, there’s Jace!” Alec cut himself off and gestured to his parabatai. “Jace, will you please tell Magnus you eat like a goddamn animal, so I am not going to let him use the nice china for dinner tonight?”
Jace blinked in surprise. “I...what?”
Magnus put both of his hands on his hips. “I am willing to sacrifice the loss of a single plate to make sure the rest know that we appreciate them and we aren’t using something gauche like paper fucking plates!”
Jace glanced between the two of them. “Wait. You’re...arguing over what plates to use?”
Magnus turned to look at Jace with a frown. “Yes, what did you think we were fighting over?”
“Something...way more serious....” Jace offered.
Alec snorted. “If you ask Magnus, this is a matter of true life and death,” he said, grabbing the paper plates and heading for the dinner table. “Dinner is served!” he called out.
With a vicious and echoing snap, Magnus changed all of the paper plates into the nice china on the table and smirked at Alec as he took his seat.
Alec glared at him. “You’re doing the dishes tonight,” he said, pointing a fork at Magnus.
Magnus blew him a kiss with a grin. “Worth it!”
Jace shook his head and took a seat. “You two are fucking weird.”
Magnus and Alec looked at him as one and frowned.
Jace glared at Alec. “Also, not an animal.”
Alec snorted. “Yeah, tell me that if you make it through tonight without breaking a plate.”
(Jace made it 95% of the way through dinner, but dropped his plate on the way to the kitchen, but that was entirely Alec and Magnus’ fault for making out in the kitchen while Magnus did the dishes.)
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DEVIL IN DISGUISE
Artist: @skylar102
Rating: M
Pairing: Malec
Word Count: 48.500
This fic was created for the Mini Bang 2023 presented by the @malecdiscordserver
CHAPTER 2/7 Unexpected
It’s immediately clear that it won’t be that easy to find a moment to talk about what happened and the way ahead with Jace and Izzie. As soon as their parents storm out of the Op Room, heading straight back to Alicante, they need to scurry to take a quick but thorough shower and make themselves presentable. Because the Universe seems to be conspiring against them and therefore as soon as Maryse concluded her menacing and wrong-headed lecture, the alarm went off blaring in every room of the Institute; how annoying.
Apparently, demonic activity has been reported somewhere in the City and Alec, Izzie, and Jace are requested to get ready for the mission. Alec was hoping for a quiet morning sparring with Jace but evidently, the day had already started horribly and it won't get better any time soon. He energetically brushes away the tangy stench of sex still lingering on his skin and starts to think of a way to abide by his mother’s crazy orders without ending up antagonizing the Downworld.
It's the last thing he desires. They have built a comfy, easy life for themselves in New York, despite the curse of bearing the Lightwood name, and Alec won’t allow anyone to take what they have created away from them. Especially not his mother.
Whereas the Clave has always tried to keep their family under their magnifying glass, always questioning their parents’ agency as Heads of the Institute and keeping them in the shadow in Alicante, the Downworld has instead easily accepted their children for who they are. Maybe out of a weird sense of solidarity, because in the eyes of the Clave - the most hypocritical bunch of people in the world - Alec, Jace, and Izzie are just outcasts. The most high-ranked Shadowhunters look down on them exactly the same way they look down on Downworlders. And for that and for so many other reasons, Alec doesn't want to betray his friends. It was so unfair of their mother to ask them to do that.
When Alec is ready and all geared up he runs back to the Op Room, where he and his siblings are assigned an easy reconnaissance task in Green Point as sidekicks of a small team led by Andrew Underhill.
The mission is slow and boring and ends up in a stalemate and when it’s over it’s already midafternoon. Jace suggests going to eat something at the Hunter's Moon; their first choice to grab a bite would normally have been the Jade Wolf, but Maia is always there, with most of her pack, and despite her being always accommodating - at least with Alec and Izzie, not seeing eye to eye with Jace basically about anything - they need to discuss… in private.
They take their seats in a secluded corner of the bar with a beer and a burger for each.
Jace must be starving, because he bites voraciously into his burger, shoving half of it into his mouth, and starts moaning at the greasy taste. It wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t start speaking at the same time.
"Mom must have gone crazy, right? She is so fucking stubborn! And the Clave is so fucking blind… Those assholes, racists, and bigots! I hate them!"
Jace rants angrily, with his mouth full of meat and bread, spitting crumbs and pieces of minced beef all around. Alec raises his eyebrow at him, pretty grossed out. God, his brother can be an animal sometimes. He is just about to complain about his poor manners when Isabelle sighs, long and resigned.
"I hate them too, and I hate her. Not only are we cut off from any crucial political role because of her, but now we also have to submit to her shitty attempt to blackmail us. I mean… Transferred to other Institutes?? This is ridiculous, I won’t leave New York, she can’t make me… can she?"
Alec can’t stand the concern and the insecurity in her big eyes and would want to reassure her, but… He knows how Maryse Lightwood can be ruthless and unforgiving.
His sister seems to understand his stalling and starts playing with the bun of bread on her plate. She continues to tear off little pieces of crumb and ball them between her fingers. She doesn't seem to be willing to eat it and Alec can understand her apprehension. Because their mother can actually carry out her threat. But Alec may have the solution.
“Look, Iz, I have thought about this mess and I think we should play along with our mother's madness for a while and show her that she is wrong with her ridiculous accusations. A coup, by the Angel! Downworlders aren’t even allowed in Idris… How could they plan on subverting the Consul?”
“And how are we going to do it?” She asks him feebly. Alec knows she relies on him because he has always been the most determined among them. A real natural-born leader. If only the Clave could look past his family name, Alec could have been running the Institute all by himself for a while now.
Because for his parents being assigned to New York was a serious demotion and a punishment; their work is constantly monitored by envoys sent by the Inquisitor, in the hope that they make a fatal mistake, but for Alec, being the Head is a sort of a dream job. A dream that who knows if and when will come true, because the Clave could also suddenly decide to assign the Institute to some more honorable and exemplary family.
"Jace, since, as you pointed out earlier, I won’t win Maia's heart with my gay vibes, I’ll leave her to you… you always play this game but I think you sort of intend each other… right?”
Jace giggles, and shakes his head.
“We have our thing, a complicated relationship? But ok, I can try… I just hope she won't beat the crap out of me again.”
That time Maia and Jace fought over a silly trifle, and Maia admittedly lost her mind. In her defense, Jace sometimes becomes unbearably arrogant and defiant. In the end, Jace was a gentleman, and let's say that he let Maia vent and take it out on him without showing off his angelic strength. According to Alec, though, what that was all about was just repressed sexual attraction. So, maybe they can sort it out.
“Good, even if I think you enjoyed being smacked around a bit.”
Jace shrugs. “Maybe.”
Alec can’t help but smile; his brother is an open book to him.
“While you, Iz, could try to get info from Raphael. I mean, you are already pretty close, aren’t you? Just don’t tell him the truth; you only need to find out if he knows anything about this shit.”
“Ok… I don’t like to have to lie to Raph, but I get it… I need to. Ok, you can count on me. And what about you?”
“Me? Well… I’ll try to get closer to Warlock Bane."
Jace stops chewing and swallows forcibly his too-big mouthful of food.
"Magnus Bane? Seriously? That’s quite a challenge, bro. He hates us."
“I know… but I still want to try. If someone is planning anything shady, he is the one who would know about it, and in the end, getting to know him could be… engaging?”
Alec’s eyes shine with something wicked, an excitement he can’t hide from his parabatai and his sister.
"Well, you might as well be successful, after all.”
The unexpected comment comes from his sister.
“No, I am sure you will.” Isabelle quips eventually, after having scrutinized him intently. “Because you know, dearest brother, every time we go to Pandemonium and you're not looking at him, and Alec, seriously, let me say this, you need to get a grip and stop fucking staring at him all the time… anyway, I was saying, I caught him looking down at you with a weird expression."
Alec is genuinely taken aback. Because Magnus Bane had never even glimpsed at him. He would have noticed, if those amber-green cat eyes were aimed at him, wouldn’t he?
"No, you didn’t. What do you mean by a weird expression?"
"A horny expression, Alec.” Jace explains flatly, rolling his eyes. “Iz means that Magnus Bane wants to fuck you, maybe as much as you want to do him. But he won’t, because he fucking hates us, as I said. And it's better this way because it would be just hate sex and I don't think you care about it."
"Really? I never noticed. Well, it’s a good thing, isn’t it? I do hope he would be interested. Even so, I think this takes more than just getting closer while dancing. He's always holed up in his fucking VIP area; it takes something… dramatic."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, dramatic, you know? Dramatic means dramatic. A life-or-death situation. It could be useful to find out which side the High Warlock of Brooklyn really stands on; I'd like to see how he deals with a mortally wounded Nephilim seeking his help for instance."
He must have said something wrong because his usually overconfident brother and his supercool sister are gaping at him with their eyes wide in shock.
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Alec's plan seems easier to set in motion than expected. Not that Isabelle and Jace agreed on it in any way. They argued their brains out, but Alec is clearly the most stubborn Shadowhunter ever existed, and eventually, they declared a truce, deciding to talk about it again in the next few days. The morning after, though, the Institute received an alert about a nest of Shax Demons in Brooklyn.
They were sent there to fight and the battle was nothing but harsh and grueling. Nevertheless, fighting with Jace and Iz always feels so good. They are born to slay demons and they get a deep satisfaction in doing so, their angelic blood sings in their veins with each agile move and adrenaline runs wild in their systems. Alec has been slaughtering a considerable number of demons with his bow and arrows, but at a certain point, he ends up back to back with his parabatai, fending off the hordes of demons with their swords. They seemed to go on forever. When the battle is over, all the demons gone and banished, the injured Shadowhunters storm back to the infirmary at the Institute to get proper treatment, since iratzes are usually too slow to heal poisoned wounds. Alec got hurt too, in his attempt to push Isabelle out of the way of a demon. The little piece of shit had been hiding behind a dumpster and Isabelle hadn’t seen it until it was too late and the demon sort of jumped at her, catching her off guard. Instinctively, Alec threw himself against it, saving Isabelle’s life probably. Unfortunately, though, the poisoned sting pierced his arm through and through.
It isn’t a lethal wound if properly treated, but Alec refuses to get back to the Institute with the others. If only his sister stopped yelling at him…
"You idiot! Don't tell me you did this on purpose! God, what is wrong with you? Alec, you could have died!"
He is sitting against a brick wall, holding his mangled bicep with his hand, trying to bear the sharp pain irradiating up to his shoulder. The poison is running toward his heart, and Alec knows he should hurry up.
"No, Iz. I don't care about the mission enough to get poisoned by a Shax Demon on purpose, but I think we should still take advantage of the situation. And anyway, I saved your ass, you are welcome.."
Isabelle rolls her eyes and folds her arms on her chest, clearly still annoyed with him, while Jace is scrolling on his tablet.
"Okay, I have the address. Magnus Bane's residence is less than half a mile from here. I'll get you there."
Good… Alec smiles gratefully at his parabatai. He knew he could count on Jace, no matter what. He is as reckless as Alec is, if not more.
"Ok, thanks. The others?"
Jace looks at his phone then and nods in relief.
"They're all back at the Institute. No casualties."
"Perfect, let them know that we're fine and will be back later. Well, I don't think they'll miss us." He mutters grimly.
Alec can’t even stand up, let alone walk, so, Jace grabs his stele to burn the strength rune on both his arms and picks him up bridal style. Isabelle is still looking at them as if she didn’t know what the Hell was wrong with her brothers.
"Alec, are you sure? Shouldn't we take you to the Institute? What if the High Warlock refuses to help you?"
Alec scoffs. He guesses he will bear the risk in any case.
"I don't think he would let me die on his doorstep." He says, starting to feel too weak to speak.
"Shit, Alec, you've lost a lot of blood and the poison is spreading through your system. You must have lost your mind. You are not thinking straight…"
"Iz… Iz... Trust me. If he doesn't buzz us in, we are still in time to get me to the infirmary, ok? This is a good opportunity, and I want to grab it."
Isabelle sighs but her shoulders slump down in defeat.
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"WHO DARES CALL UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?"
"Mr. Bane? I am Isabelle Lightwood, from the New York Institute. My brother has been injured by a Shax Demon here in Brooklyn and he has lost a lot of blood. The poison… God… Please, we need your help."
"What? If this is a prank, I swear…”
“This is not a prank, Mr. Bane. Please, just, please… My brother is on the verge of passing out.”
“For fuck's sake! Why didn't you take him back to your awful Institute?"
"We were nearby and... Please... He is in such bad shape... I don't know if we can take him back to the Institute in time and our runes aren’t working against the poison… Mr. Bane… He could die."
Isabelle doesn’t need to fake her desperation. Her brother is pale and his eyes are foggy and unfocused. He won’t stay conscious for long. And she hates that he is still smiling, despite everything.
"Shit... Ok, but it’ll cost you. Get him upstairs. Top floor."
Jace and Izzie exchange a worried look, a deep frown on the girl’s forehead, while the blond boy’s face is red with the strain of supporting his brother’s full weight.
“Hurry up, he is losing consciousness.”
Once they get upstairs, Alec has just fainted.
“I can’t believe your idiocy. How did you come up with the idea of bringing him here and most importantly, how do you even know my address?"
"Let’s stay calm ok? Your address is in the Institute's confidential files."
Isabelle says while Jace is clearly almost at his limit.
"Sure, but only the Lightwoods have access to that. For emergencies."
"We are the Lightwoods." Isabelle states proudly, her chin high, her eyes bore into the unglamoured ones of the Warlock. She isn’t ashamed of her name nor scared by Magnus Bane’s demonic mark.
Magnus blinks a couple of times at her. It’s surely unusual for him to be rendered speechless.
"Well, I can see the resemblance now. And you must be the adopted one. Come with me, here, lay him on the sofa.”
Jace complies relieved to put his brother down. Magnus leans over the unconscious boy looking at him with clinical eyes.
“My God, he's pale, I need to stop the bleeding and give him the antidote. You're lucky I always have some of it ready here in my apothecary."
Magnus hadn't been this close to a young Nephilim in over a century. His intent and effort to avoid their kind like the plague had paid off allowing him to live his life reasonably free from the Clave’s bullshit. Naturally, his services were requested from time to time; they would ask him to strengthen the magical wards, but then he was always let in by Maryse Lightwood herself; they only exchanged a few pleasantries, the bare minimum indeed, and within half an hour he was back home under the powerful jet of his shower, trying to wash away the angelic stink from his skin.
He looks at Isabelle Lightwood, her young features so similar to her mother’s. He knows her by her reputation since she and Raphael are close friends. And Raphael is one of the few Downworlders outside the Warlock community whom Magnus cares about. He considers him like a son, in some respects. Not that the vampire ever talks about his Shadowhunter friend; he is too respectful to do such a thing, but Magnus knows that she and her two brothers aren't absolutely horrible people. Magnus connects all the information quickly in his brain, while with his hand, he magically scans the wound on the unconscious boy's arm.
He seems so young; the painful expression on his face, his sunken eyes, and his too-pale skin do not hinder the beauty inherent in his features, sharp and gentle at the same time, decisively manly, but also graceful in some ways.
Magnus had already seen all of them at the club together with maybe a dozen of other Shadowhunters, but he didn't know who they were nor did he care about finding out. On the other hand, Raphael isn't exactly the type to go clubbing and therefore he’s never had the chance to meet him hanging out with her. Truth be told, at times Magnus had been enthralled observing Alexander from atop his throne in the VIP area. In his humble opinion, the boy easily stood out among the crowd, with his sexy way to move his body, his flirty attitude, and the stark runes so boldly exposed on his neck and arms. Every time he spotted him, Magnus couldn’t help but enjoy the sight for a while. And what a sight it was. Alexander was seductive and confident, without being as cocky as his blond brother, and with that open and soft smile he usually bestowed on his fellow Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike. The Shadowhunter seemed very comfortable at the club, mingling effortlessly with people regardless of their kind.
He usually looked up at him, thinking of being inconspicuous. But Magnus is the High Warlock for a reason, he knows who is paying attention to him, even if he seems distracted. And he was intrigued by that look; it didn’t seem harmful, but he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure of that.
He never is.
Magnus is a Warlock, and he knows what the Clave thinks of his people.
A few times, the Warlock thought about going down and talking to him, maybe buying him a drink? He wanted to understand his intention, why he kept staring so boldly, but what would be the point of doing so? Therefore, each time the ill-advised idea of approaching the brazen dark-haired Shadowhunter popped into his mind, he ended up brushing it off, not minding the half-angel fooling around with the werewolves. Magnus in fact has noticed by now that he usually ends up hooking up with one of Maia’s people. Of course, he is no one to judge.
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“Iz?”
Magnus is in the kitchen making some tea for himself but hurries to go to the Shadowhunter who is finally stirring himself out of his slumber.
"Hey… Sleeping Beauty… Finally!! You are back among the living, aren’t you? I thought you were all too comfortable to wake up, weren’t you?”
He voices his indignation standing next to the couch and looking down at the Shadowhunter with a mock-annoyed expression and a sarcastic tone.
Magnus can pinpoint the exact moment when Alec turns his head and his gaze lands on him. The Shadowhunter is at first visibly confused and then, when he maybe recognizes him, a soft smile adorns his face. Magnus widens his eyes and gasps. He was not expecting this. A real smile, spontaneous and genuine. The Shadowhunter is actually smiling at him.
“Hey… Well… Hi… Where am I?" He stammers weakly looking around himself.
"At my loft, where your siblings carried you. I don't know why they thought it would have been a good idea. But, what can I say? You were dying and I had to heal you. Your arm is… ok."
"Oh? Well, thank you for… for not letting me die, I suppose. Where are my siblings?"
"They went back to the Institute. They were worried about your fellow Shadowhunters and left you here. I must say, it was an unexpected demonstration of trust… or a sophisticated attempt at getting rid of you?"
Magnus is joking, even though he was almost shocked when the blond Nephilim declared they would go away and leave their brother to his TLC. Magnus wants to hide his discomfort of being alone with the son of Maryse Lightwood, but mostly, he wants the Shadowhunter out of his loft, before his cute smile morphs into a distasteful grimace at the realization of having been infused with demonic magic and abandoned undefended with the Warlock.
Because, of course, the moment he understands that, he’ll freak out. But the boy takes him by surprise again. Because he shrugs nonchalantly
"Well, they knew you wouldn't hurt me. Of course, they trust you. And I do too, of course."
What? Trust? How can this boy talk about trust…
"I don't know whether to be reassured or disappointed by that."
Alec frowns, looking sincerely taken aback.
"What do you mean? Disappointed?"
Magnus rolls his eyes. Oh God, is he really so naive? Or stupid? Or extremely cunning, possibly. Is he trying to wrong-foot him? Why is he really here? Is this an elaborate plan to get closer to the High Warlock? All considered the boy went through a real near-death experience, but what if others will follow asking him to help them? Is this part of a more complex plan to deceive him? Or to take advantage of him?
Trust… As if I would trust them…
"I mean that if for any reason your people start thinking that you can come here to ask for favors or to get healed for free, well my peaceful and trouble-free life would be over. I don’t want that. So, I don’t really need you to trust me, if you know what I mean."
"Oh... Well… But this does not have to be a favor. I'll pay you for services rendered, Magnus... Sorry, can I call you Magnus? Or should I use your title? I am sorry, I am still feeling a little dizzy. And I am sorry about the inconvenience we put you through."
Magnus’ gaze lingers on the boy’s chest, a short bit too long.
"You are half naked on my sofa, I guess you can call me Magnus. And I don't want any money for saving your life. You’ll be out of here soon and we’ll forget about this nuisance."
Magnus doesn't miss the disappointed expression that flashes on the boy’s face. It’s quick, though unmistakable. When Alec tries to pull himself up, groaning in pain, Magnus hurries to help him.
"Hey, hey… I'm not kicking you out right now. You need a little more time to heal. The poison had spread near your heart and I had to work hard to contain the damage… and you know, to heal up the wound properly. But don’t worry, as I said, this time it’s on the house, don’t worry, you'll be back where you came from before your intrusion becomes much of a headache."
"Um, ok, thank you then.”
The Nephilim boy looks around himself, and he seems anything but scared or worried. He seems relaxed. When he looks at the Warlock again, there is a glint of something in his eyes. Something that makes Magnus fidget on his spot. Even more, because the Shadowhunter is shamelessly staring at him, at his chest, and legs and he seems to like what he sees.
It’s unsettling, to say the least.
“Well, If you don't want money, is there anything else I can do for you to extend my gratitude?"
It’s the second time in a few hours that a Lightwood reduces him to being suddenly and utterly at a loss for words. Because this Alexander guy on his sofa, weakened with a major injury and completely at his mercy has fucking winked at him in an alluring way.
What the actual fuck?
"I think the blood you lost is making you ramble. You are clearly confused." He deadpans in the end.
"I'm not confused. You know... Every time I am at your club, I can't help but look at you... But you're always so fucking unreachable. Now, I finally have the opportunity to talk to you, maybe to get to know you a little better and I just don't want to waste this chance."
"Did you want to talk to me?"
"Well, it’s not exactly what I’d want to do with you... But at the moment, I guess I'll have to settle. I'm too wimpy for anything else.”
Alec has the effrontery to chuckle at his own words. As if it were a funny situation he was in.
“Well… Right now, at least,” he continues, heedless of the speechless Warlock before him, “but if you are willing to wait for me to recover my full strength… I would make it worth your while. For the healing, I mean…"
The hoarse way he pronounces full strength, making his pecs bulge and twitch does something to Magnus.
Something absolutely inappropriate. Magnus wants instantaneously to destroy the boy.
“Are you serious?”
“Sure. If you are interested… I surely am. All in.”
"By the Angel, I've caught you staring at me on more than one occasion, as I said, but I didn’t think..."
“Oh…” Alec brushes the hair on his nape, oddly in embarrassment, “I am sorry about that... but I couldn’t help myself."
He chuckles again and Magnus is more and more perplexed.
"I see. Needed a change from the wolves? Or have you some sort of demon kink? An itch to scratch? Look, stop looking at me like that, I won’t be a notch on your belt. You are possibly too young to understand what would you get yourself caught up in with a half-demon. You know my father is a real demon right?”
Alec scoffs… just to groan right after in pain. His injured arm and shoulder burn like Hell. Something in Magnus, his wickedest part maybe, rejoices at that. Just a little. But the Shadowhunter isn’t done.
“Seriously? Look, I know what a Warlock is. Who do you take me for? I have received a basic education, at least. You know, demonology 101 and stuff. And I was pretty good at school.”
Another wink and another fit of cute giggles follow his words.
Magnus gapes at him. Is this raving Shadowhunter making fun of him, the High Warlock of Brooklyn? And is he doing so, while sitting on his sofa, looking up at him with a smug attitude?
“Alexander… I didn’t mean to question your education. But I know what you Shadowhunters think about Warlocks. That we are not like the other Downworlders. The ones you actually hang around."
"Oh well, and whose fault is that? I don’t think you know shit. If only you Warlocks would stick your head out of your magical ass, you would do yourself a favor. And honestly, I don't understand what you're talking about. What's the difference between you and a vampire? Or a werewolf?”
That they are good to dance and chat with at my club, at least. Or to fuck. Maybe not more than that though.
Magnus thinks, but he won’t say that. Or maybe he will. He doesn’t care about hurting Alexander Lightwood’s feelings.
"You're right, I know you. I have known you for centuries. There is no difference at all. We Downworlders are scum, aren't we? Not that your opinion prevented you from having fun with them, or so it seems. What is it that you like about being fucked by a werewolf? Or about fucking them? You are such hypocrites…"
"What? Maia and her people are… They are my friends… Some of them at least. You have no right to talk to me like that.”
The Shadowhunter’s eyes turn from annoyed to something halfway between offended and disappointed.
“You know, Magnus? For being the High Warlock you know so little about the Downworld. And yes, I like fooling around with the werewolves, because they are... well, instinctive and quite wild... And I like their way to be physical. Seelies are too delicate for my taste, I am not really into tantric sex and such, and vampires… have this cold skin. Ugh… I don’t really fancy it. But that's just about personal tastes. Otherwise, there's no difference between our kinds. Between you and us."
"You and us?" Magnus repeats stupidly. This boy can’t be serious.
“Duh, Magnus! Downworlders and Shadowhunters. Oh God… Why does it seem to me that it’s you the one who went through major bleeding and poisoning and is somehow incapacitated in his mental faculties?”
He says, but in a playful way and Magnus doesn’t find it in himself to get mad at him for insulting him. But he doesn’t know what to say back either. He needs to sit down so, he does. He sits down next to Alec, who keeps looking at him with a kind expression. This man is so confusing.
"Magnus, I know you Warlocks are wary toward Nephilim and don’t trust the Clave and I know my people have done awful things to yours. You don't know how sorry I am for that. But I have nothing to do with it, nor do my sister and brother and most of our mates at the Institute. We... follow our duty and keep the mundanes safe, but it's also our job to protect the Downworld here in New York and that includes you Warlocks too. Even though I know you'd never accept our help. You are stubborn and proud people and I respect that. But now you… You have helped me, and I am beyond grateful. It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable, I was joking, well, not really. But I came forward too strongly, didn’t I? I am sorry about that. I am just interested in knowing you better, but I won’t bother you anymore. I think I overstayed my welcome now. Well… Thank you for having healed me."
Alec grabs his T-shirt and braces himself to get up, but Magnus raises one of his hands to stop him. Because he is having a truly hard time processing all those words, spoken in such heartfelt way. Do they even make sense?
"I couldn’t let you die outside my door, you know that? You really shouldn’t have trusted me."
"And yet here I am, and, to be honest, the last thing I want is to leave."
"You are brave… and you are still hitting on me." Magnus says, but he is smiling now.
"I told you. I find you beautiful. Your eyes..."
Magnus stiffens immediately, his smile gone replaced by a warned expression.
"Hey, no…Nothing of that. I was just saying that your eyes are as beautiful as everything else about you. When we are at the club, they shine in the dim light of the VIP area… I really like them."
This time Alec must have said the right thing because Magnus’ face softens again and a little smile comes back on his mouth.
“I must admit that you are pretty handsome yourself, Alexander Lightwood. And it seems like you're more than a pretty face, aren't you?”
“Maybe. But it’s up to you to find out.”
“I still have to decide. For now, you are going to rest a little bit longer on my sofa and I'm going to finish making tea. Do you want some?"
"Yes, please. Some tea would be nice."
So, Alec was right; the Warlock didn't let him die. But he welcomed him into his home and took care of him. Not only did he heal his arm but he is letting him rest and regain his strength at his loft. The time they spend together is surprisingly pleasant and relaxing.
They chat a little bit, about nothing in particular, until Magnus prepares dinner and offers him to sleep on his sofa until the next morning. After breakfast, Magnus checks his wound, changes his dressing, and opens a portal for him to drop him off just outside the Institute.
Of course, Isabelle is beside herself; she had been worried sick all night while Jace keeps looking at him with a knowing smirk. He knew his brother was ok, he could feel him through their bond, so he didn’t waste his sleep worrying about him. Not a minute.
In any case, they both start pestering him with a million questions. Most of them are smart ones about how they should follow through with their plan, but some questions are just gross and inappropriate. Oh well… What happened or didn’t happen at the loft is none of his siblings’ business. And Alec has every intention of only sharing information closely related to the mission, despite their morbid curiosity.
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The same evening Alec is back to Pandemonium; he goes alone this time. Isabelle wants to rest after missing a whole night's sleep worrying about her idiotic dumbass brother -her words- while Jace has a date with someone from his Book Club. Kylie probably. But Alec doesn't want too much time to pass before seeing the Warlock again. If he's going to get closer to the man, he has to keep a close eye on him. He hopes he made a good impression the night before. He thinks so.
As soon as he enters the club, Alec spots the Warlock, sitting on his throne as usual.
Magnus immediately meets his gaze and narrows his golden eyes, suspiciously.
Good, he’s got his attention.
Alec looks away immediately, though, ignoring him, and heads for the dance floor. Before attempting to enter the VIP area, he wants to show off a bit. He starts to dance to the upbeat music and is soon approached by Roy, a werewolf with whom he has had drinks a few times and fucked on one memorable night a few weeks earlier.
"Hey, Alec... All by yourself tonight? Jace? Izzie? Are they ok?"
"Hey, Roy. Yeah, I'm alone... My siblings are making trouble somewhere else for sure.”
The werewolf snickers and gets closer. Alec steps back, slightly. “But… I'm not available tonight, ok?"
Roy immediately stops moving, with a little smile.
"Um, ok… Next time then?"
"Sure..."
"If you change your mind, you know where to find me."
Someone behind Alec coughs and clears his throat.
"I don’t think he’ll change his mind... Why don’t you… evaporate?"
Of course, it’s Magnus. He spoke with a low, deep, almost threatening voice.
Alec turns around with a smug expression and a wide smile, only to be faced with the Warlock himself in all his glory.
"Magnus... Hi..."
Roy quickly makes himself scarce, without complaining.
"Hi, Alexander. Isn't it a bit premature to come back to the club in search of adventures? Yesterday you were dying on my sofa."
"How dramatic. You healed me perfectly and I'm not here looking for adventures."
"Oh no? And what are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you. I wanted to see you again. I still think I should thank you with more than just words."
"I don't want your money."
"I didn't mean paying you. But I could start by offering you a drink."
"I own this club, I don't pay for my drinks."
"You're right, sorry. What else can I offer you then? Feel free to ask whatever you’d like to get from me."
"What if it's a price you don't want to pay?"
"I'm telling you. There's very little I wouldn't give you anyway, Magnus."
"Look. You can stop this game. Why me?" His voice is cold and unfriendly.
Alec’s face crumples and Magnus is again amazed by this boy. He may seem so honest and pure, but the Warlock knows he is not. He is a hunter and believes Magnus may be his prey.
"Why you what?"
Oh, he’s good. He is so good at feigning innocence, isn’t he?
"You can have literally anyone in this club. Why do you want me?"
"I already told you, because I find you ridiculously beautiful and intriguing. But if you're not interested, just say so."
"I'm not interested… in anything serious."
"Oh… Okay, sure, I am not either.Not now at least."
“Okay, let’s dance then. Shall we?”
Alec rejoices inwardly and lets himself be hauled toward the dance floor. They will dance and Alec relaxes. From now on, he knows what to do, how to win the Warlock over; half of the job is done.
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Magnus grabs him by his wrist and drags him toward a relatively empty spot on the dancefloor. People make room for him as he goes and Magnus can’t help but notice the surprised stares a few of them give him. He doesn’t care; Magnus doesn't have to justify himself to anyone, if he wants to dance with a Shadowhunter he can just do it.
The club is his home, his kingdom. His are the rules, as well as the decisions he makes. Even the shitty ones. Alec is still smiling at him so happily and warmly, that Magnus’ stomach does a little summersault.
How weird.
When they reach the centre of the dance floor and face each other before starting moving together, Alec brushes his hand against his cheek. It’s a delicate, lingering caress.
And it’s too intimate as a gesture. This young boy shouldn’t have the power of making him feel so weak, so exposed. Alec seems to read his mind.
“Are you ok? You won’t regret this, Magnus.”
Magnus nods slightly at him before they finally start dancing.
A little voice in his head is telling him not to believe the gorgeous Shadowhunter. But Magnus is already caught up by the music and by being so close to Alec. So close that he can smell his cologne and get lost in the hazel of his devilish eyes.
So, Magnus lets it be. And fuck all the shitty decisions he has ever made.
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