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alexanderlightweight · 2 days ago

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Wednesday has arrived again! 'Tis magic (of your writing) in the air!

If the fancy strikes you, I would absolutely adore a continuation of either the long hair 'verse or the adamas piercing 'verse. The way you interweave the intricacy of nephilim customs through Magnus finding out is simply incredible.

For the hair verse, I adore the whole thing with Alec giving Magnus a lock of hair to wear as a bracelet, not to mention the sheer, no-holds barred contempt for Clary and her pitiful dissolving charm lol. Plus, the way Alec is just straight up like 'yes, let's do a totally unnecessary sex ritual Because We Can' with Magnus and it's glorious.

For the piercing verse, you made a point of Alec offering to take out his rank sigils for Magnus (when he didn't realize Magnus could touch adamas). Then Magnus kind of realized what it meant that Alec would take them out for him when it was incredibly obvious that this was a cultural taboo and yeesssssss

Anywhos, I LOVE both these verses if either of them inspire a plot bunny to bite <3

i am finally getting to this and i'm going with the piercings because it's been forever and i am longing to dust it off. your entire ask was a joy to read and respond to btw (and yes alec is very much happy to take advantage of opportunities with magnus in the hair vs)

a little more taboo and blasphemy for you since you enjoyed that! magnus is making statement and alec is enjoying it ^_^. last part here

i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

trials of body and soul

Magnus frowns as he eyes his vanity.

On a tray of velvet lined bone is a series of earrings. Including one with a long platinum chain that can be clipped to hoops and from which dangles a slim, clear crystal.

It’s perhaps the most flamboyant of all the options, for all that it’s still understated and delicate.

Yet Magnus is unsure how far such blatant blasphemy can be ignored.

“You okay?” Alexander’s voice breaks his contemplation and he turns to see his darling in the door. He’s only got one of his boots off and his beautiful face is creased in worry.

Ah.

Magnus normally greets Alexander at the balcony when his boy comes home and instead of getting up, he beckons Alexander to him.

Alexander gets his other boot off with a little shake of his foot before he’s across the room, between one blink and the next. Then he’s on his knees, so solemn and stern as he settles between Magnus’ legs and reaches up, cupping Magnus’ face.

“You didn’t hear me when I called for you. Are you okay? Or just thinking?”

It makes his heart clench every time Alexander proves how well he already knows and understands Magnus. Even the second question is just that. Understanding offered in a question that absolves Magnus even before he’s answered. Because Alexander knows that Magnus can get lost in his thoughts and never blames or minds it. Where Camille or others have acted like it’s Magnus purposefully ignoring them or a sign that he’s lacking, just because his intelligence comes with quirks, Alexander never minds.

In fact Alexander had laughed with reassurance and given Magnus a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes when he’d figured out why and where Magnus’ attention often drifted.

“I don’t mind. I like watching you think and create. You look like a timeless being of wisdom. It’s like your eyes don’t even see this realm but the entire universe. Your lips purse too and it makes me want to kiss them but then I’d distract you.”

Magnus had been the one to kiss his lovely boy after that proclamation. Especially when Alexander had later — breathlessly after being thoroughly kissed — admitted that sometimes when Magnus plotted, Alexander found it attractive.

Extremely attractive apparently which certainly explained why Alexander was always eager after Magnus has a creative spree.

“I suppose a little bit of contemplation, a little plotting—” Magnus can’t help but tease especially as Alexander’s ears turn pink and his boy rolls his eyes. “And a little bit of worry.” The admittance of concern has Alexander focusing on him with his devastatingly sincere intent.

“Can I help with the worry?”

“Yes.” Magnus admits with a sigh, “I’m not sure where the line is darling. I’ve never known when ‘a lot’ becomes ‘too much’ and—”

And Magnus is being kissed with angry adoration.

Alexander kisses him like he’s trying to drawn out the cruel thoughts and words as one would venom from a wound. When he finally pulls back to settle back on his heels, still on his knees before Magnus, Magnus wonders again how he got here.

How such a lovely creature adores him so intensely.

And how he can ensure that he doesn’t lose it.

Not by his own hand or another's or even Alexander’s.

“I will tell you if something crosses a line. I won’t know until we get there either, Magnus. This is new for me, okay? But that doesn’t mean that I’m not willing to work for it. If you cross a line it will because we both didn’t know it existed. That’s not a fault that can be blamed on one person alone and we’ll work on it, together. Not just blow everything up.”

Magnus nods, a quick jerk of his head. For a moment he’s tempted to ask for a blood oath, however Alexander is more honest than that and it feels unworthy to ask it of him.

“So instead of assuming it’ll be too much, why don’t you ask me and we go from there?”

—

Alec’s not sure what he thought Magnus’ ‘too much’ would be.

It’s certainly not a series of beautifully detailed earrings that radiate magic.

Alec swallows, because he’s fairly sure he’s not supposed to find this hot.

He’s certainly not supposed to feel like he should bare his neck for Magnus hands around his jugular. To feel his fingers — hot flesh and cold rings — press around his throat like a claim and certainly not because Magnus is giving him jewelry.

Alec doesn’t think Magnus knows what kind of a statement giving jewelry like this or how intimate it is for nephilim.

However he does realize that Magnus is aware and worried about the political implications.

Because Alec can’t wear jewelry giving to him by a downworld leader — especially not in a way that overshadows the adornments of his position — and not expect it to get around.

It’s a statement Alec won’t come back from and it will affect his Institute and Magnus as well.

And it’s not just that.

Alec can see several other kinds of piercings. Ones that he doesn’t have yet and will hold no meaning to the Clave, but Alec has a feeling it might mean something for warlocks. Or even just Magnus, personally.

“Is this where I remind you that you promised me conversations?” Magnus asks him and the quip falls flat when Magnus’ eyes are concerned despite the levity of his tone.

—

“I think it’s more where I explain to you that I like it a little too much.” Alexander tells him, a wry smile on his face and it’s only when he rolls his eyes and motions down to his groin that Magnus realizes his boy is turned on by this.

“Truly, sweetheart?” Magnus is gleeful in his delight and it’s only because he has plans that he doesn’t follow that thought and instead picks up the crystal and chain. Alexander tilts his head, eyes closed and breathing careful and even as Magnus attaches the chain to each adamas hoop on his right ear and then lets the crystal dangle an inch past Alexander’s lobe.

“What is it you really want to see me wear?” Alexander asks him after.

As if he’s not opening pandora’s box and Magnus muses thoughtfully because he has choices.

There are many options.

A lip ring because Alexander’s mouth is his and a reminder of it to all who look at him seems a good start.

A tongue ring. So that Alexander can’t even breath or swallow without thinking or being reminded of Magnus.

Perhaps even the eyebrow ring with golden gems the same hue as Magnus eyes or the blue of his magic.

However Magnus wants something bolder.

Alexander doesn’t shy away as Magnus summons a needle of pure magic and instead of closing his eyes again. This time he watches Magnus’ face. As if the sight of Magnus’ delight and possessive fervor have enraptured him completely.

Alexander is completely still even though Magnus hasn’t bothered to numb his flesh.

Instead he gets to feel as Alexander shiver, the hint of pain sending soft trembles through his boy’s body. It’s two simple piercings. A single dark vermilion bead on each nostril that’s then connected by a slim, black chain holding a crescent moon in the middle. It sits starkly on Alexander’s face. A truth as undeniable as the void metal that only warlocks work with and forge.

Valuable yes.

But only because it shows exactly who Alexander belongs to.

And it’s certainly not the Clave.

AN:

the jewelry is considered flamboyant because it's already a statement. making too big of a statement can be crass and Magnus is trying to make a lasting impression not a large but fleeting one. magnus wants what alexander wears from him to linger in the mind.

magnus: oh no. it is too much. alexander, remember what you just said. conversations!

alec: oh no he wants to publicly show off that he means more to me than the clave and that i mean that much to him and that's attractive af

magnus: i am no longer concerned and am planning on what to use this information for in the future. i have plans.

alec: i'm just glad you feel better even if i feel like i will both enjoy and regret these plans.

magnus - is worried

alec: panic? sad? who must i murder to make happy again?

shadowhunter commanders typically wear accessories from lovers amid their rank earrings and also in nephilm facial jewelry is a pretty intimate/intense present because it's a visual claim. right on par and socially equal to that of the clave. because you're putting something from someone in the same area as pieces of honor and rank from the clave.

so again nephilim thing. magnus is unaware of the intricacies but he's aware what he's asking is a big deal. not quite HOW big socially. but he is aware of the political implications and consequences.

it's not illegal but alec will be shunned by some for this and some people will transfer from his institute and he's fine with that. i don't focus on it in a lot of fics but alec doesn't really mess around with assholes in his territory and is happy to see them go because yes it more work with less bodies but you can't necessarily trust an asshole if you aren't sure if the asshole is a bigot

magnus does not like the fact that alec has claims of the clave all over him and while he will never disrespect them because they carry the weight and agony of alexander's trials and the invisible scars of his body, he will try to enhance/stake his own claim/make it clear he's got priority lol

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alexanderlightweight · 2 days ago

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Dear Lumine, if you take Wednesday Prompts this week, I would love to read more in the utter delight of a verse that is your eldritch delight verse. Their wedding, perhaps? Or anything at all, really. Thank you for sharing your wonderful stories with us.

it has been a while but finally responding and this is to set the stage for their wedding and i'm very glad you find it a delight! it is incredibly fun to write as well so i hope you enjoy!

last part here

<3 lumine

this eldritch delight

The moon blooms a haunting red as it hangs low in the sky.

The grove is dark.

The branches of the weeping willows sway in the wind and the sound of the leaves echoes the tears of a mourning widow.

It’s far from what most would consider romantic, Catarina thinks to herself even as she helps hang the last strand of pearl and sea-crystals up to catch the light of the moon. The pond itself glows with an eerie green light and the fires and torches that have been lit burn silver, not orange nor yellow.

Golden orbs hang in the sky, just out of reach and bobbing in a breeze that smells of lilacs and blood.

The ceremony will be held not on a dais but at an altar.

Already preparation has been made and the large elk that Alec hunted — with bare hands apparently — has already been properly mounted with a gruesome flair. The bone white of it’s antlers have been swathed in greenery and gems.

A gift of providence and opulence.

Yet surely it’s the very least of what Magnus deserves.

Already, Cat knows that Magnus plans to have a coat made from the strange, silvery pelt and a headpiece with the antlers. No doubt the bone will be turned into jewelry and accessories as well.

Magnus’ offering is that of a wyvern. A corpse as dark as the void with scales that swallow the light rather than reflect it. While the elk is perfect for Magnus — a statement piece and something he can wear to stand out, the wyvern is the opposite. It’s bold but understated and it’s perfect for Magnus’ fiance. Perfect to guard and hide him in the very shadows he hunts in.

The table of the grooms is hidden behind a shimmering dome of violet light. Two guards stand on either end, ensuring that no one accidentally passes through the safety barrier or drinks or ingests what Magnus and Alec intend to consume.

It’s far too deadly for a wedding, as Ragnor complained incessantly. However Cat is not going to be a part of restricting the palette of Magnus and his spouse at their very own wedding.

The sacrilege of the very thought had her voice booming so quietly yet deeply that Ragnor’s very marrow shook in his bones. For once, he’d been more frightened of her than Magnus and he’d wiped away the sweat on his brow with a sigh before agreeing.

And then immediately complaining even as he researched how to fix it.

“I really do blame him.” Ragnor mutters even as he joins her. “I understand why you insist upon it. I even get why I gave in. However Magnus should know better. There is plenty of food he can enjoy that is simply a little less toxic. In fact I would happily make him as much poisonous jam and jellies and even teas as he likes. I just wish I didn't need to research how to create a shield that will ensure the safety of over a dozen different species! I am retired Cat!”

Cat rolls her eyes because this is the sixth time they’ve had this argument. If it can even be called an argument when it’s really just Ragnor bemoaning the fact that he’s had to spend several days researching a solution.

Unfortunately, the delicacies and favorites that Magnus and Alec both enjoy are too strong and potent for guests to be around. And while they may somehow cancel out for each other, it only makes them more deadly to others.

Magnus' treats are more dangerous for faerie and nephilim alike while what Alec enjoys is often worse for those with demonblood.

Regular shielding doesn’t contain the fumes nearly enough and the very tableware used had to be carefully sourced. Less the poisons eat through metal or wood or even ceramic.

Instead they’ve used crystal.

A smoky quartz in color with rose and amber as well each holding dishes and delights from all over many places in the world.

Or perhaps merely the most deadly.

—

It needs to be a disaster.

That’s what has Magnus' foot tapping as he looks over the too-perfectly manicured appearance of the place where he is to marry Alexander. Magnus does not wish for the first time he shows off his legal claim of Alexander to be somewhere so dull.

Truly, to have snatched a prize like Alexander is a garish delight.

Worthy of horror and envy.

Yet still, Magnus would prefer for the atmosphere to be less peaceful and more macabre. Alexander will fall asleep on Magnus in the middle of his vows at this rate! Magnus' darling, monstrous boy is far too precious to be forced into such a ridiculous display.

A vicious curl of his fingers sends a fine dust into the air and a few moments later he hears the gentle but sturdy flap of wings.

Moths and bats alike soar through the air like fear through a nightmare.

They ignore each other, focusing on the golden orbs that Magnus tailored exactly to their tastes and the air feels alive again as they dance in the sky. In the pond there is a snap and a splash and he looks over to see Alexander setting down an empty bag. His husband-to-be is a dreadful delight. Not just in looks but in action. Even now he’s a treasured blade to the heart. A dagger through the ribs and piercing an organ that already beats only for him.

Magnus croons and nearly steps closer except he might interrupt.

It’s too much of a delight, watching the horror that is Alexander feeding his blood to the river reeds and suddenly the water is awake. The plants bloom into life with a cruel brilliance that will soon fade when the fervor of consuming unholy blood fades.

The red gleam of the moon is absorbed by the petals of lotuses as they float, glowing across the surface and attracting large dragonflies the size of his palm.

“It's hauntingly gorgeous.” He assures his wretchedly beautiful boy.

And Alexander’s ghastly smile a caress to Magnus’ poisoned soul.

AN:

Ragnor is happy to help, he just wants to complain which is fine, but cat has limits and is tired. So first she made it very clear that ragnor was going to listen and do it properly (which he agreed to) and then cat was fine with him complaining because she just wanted to make sure it was done. Now she just ‘mhmss’ and dismisses him while he summons her drinks and snacks.

The drinks and snacks are 1) to make sure she eats something while invested and distracted and 2) a bribery since cat is letting him complain and ragnor understands the privilege that is

Btw ragnor being scared of cat is like. Your very good friend nearly gave you a heart attack accidentally out of startled surprise and now your heart races for a few days when you hear their voice because your brain still is in recovery mode. (say and saeth often startle me and I scream. Especially because if I dont have my glasses I can’t see what surprised me or I can’t recognize it. Which has let to me accidentally thinking there are strangers in the house before.) or like, I have screamed mistaking the cat for things before.

cat and ragnor watching magnus and alec 'decorate' while standing out of the way and sharing drinks and a sample wedding cake.

cat: i will trade you one hair care session for a massage after this

ragnor: agreed, however please tell me this sample wasn't made with the same poisoned jam that they used for magnus'?

cat holding out a small shotglass: bottoms up.

ragnor: why is poison so damn delicious. i thought it was the lemon zest and cayenne that had my mouth tingly. not that my skin was melting.

cat: alec sounded like he was having an orgasm when he tried this cake. do you know what kind of flavor it takes to get a slab of marble to sound like that without it involving magnus?

ragnor: yes fine. it was worth it. i truly hate everything sometimes. please tell me at least the tea we're drinking is safe. this really is a lovely blend

cat handing over another antidote shot

ragnor: lilith fucking hell (she's the mother of all demons okay)

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alexanderlightweight · 2 days ago

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Wednesday has arrived again! 'Tis magic (of your writing) in the air!

Anywhos, I LOVE both these verses if either of them inspire a plot bunny to bite <3

a little more taboo and blasphemy for you since you enjoyed that! magnus is making statement and alec is enjoying it ^_^. last part here

i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

trials of body and soul

Magnus frowns as he eyes his vanity.

On a tray of velvet lined bone is a series of earrings. Including one with a long platinum chain that can be clipped to hoops and from which dangles a slim, clear crystal.

It’s perhaps the most flamboyant of all the options, for all that it’s still understated and delicate.

Yet Magnus is unsure how far such blatant blasphemy can be ignored.

“You okay?” Alexander’s voice breaks his contemplation and he turns to see his darling in the door. He’s only got one of his boots off and his beautiful face is creased in worry.

Ah.

Magnus normally greets Alexander at the balcony when his boy comes home and instead of getting up, he beckons Alexander to him.

“You didn’t hear me when I called for you. Are you okay? Or just thinking?”

In fact Alexander had laughed with reassurance and given Magnus a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes when he’d figured out why and where Magnus’ attention often drifted.

Extremely attractive apparently which certainly explained why Alexander was always eager after Magnus has a creative spree.

“Can I help with the worry?”

“Yes.” Magnus admits with a sigh, “I’m not sure where the line is darling. I’ve never known when ‘a lot’ becomes ‘too much’ and—”

And Magnus is being kissed with angry adoration.

How such a lovely creature adores him so intensely.

And how he can ensure that he doesn’t lose it.

Not by his own hand or another's or even Alexander’s.

Magnus nods, a quick jerk of his head. For a moment he’s tempted to ask for a blood oath, however Alexander is more honest than that and it feels unworthy to ask it of him.

“So instead of assuming it’ll be too much, why don’t you ask me and we go from there?”

—

Alec’s not sure what he thought Magnus’ ‘too much’ would be.

It’s certainly not a series of beautifully detailed earrings that radiate magic.

Alec swallows, because he’s fairly sure he’s not supposed to find this hot.

Alec doesn’t think Magnus knows what kind of a statement giving jewelry like this or how intimate it is for nephilim.

However he does realize that Magnus is aware and worried about the political implications.

Because Alec can’t wear jewelry giving to him by a downworld leader — especially not in a way that overshadows the adornments of his position — and not expect it to get around.

It’s a statement Alec won’t come back from and it will affect his Institute and Magnus as well.

And it’s not just that.

“Is this where I remind you that you promised me conversations?” Magnus asks him and the quip falls flat when Magnus’ eyes are concerned despite the levity of his tone.

—

“What is it you really want to see me wear?” Alexander asks him after.

As if he’s not opening pandora’s box and Magnus muses thoughtfully because he has choices.

There are many options.

A lip ring because Alexander’s mouth is his and a reminder of it to all who look at him seems a good start.

A tongue ring. So that Alexander can’t even breath or swallow without thinking or being reminded of Magnus.

Perhaps even the eyebrow ring with golden gems the same hue as Magnus eyes or the blue of his magic.

However Magnus wants something bolder.

Alexander is completely still even though Magnus hasn’t bothered to numb his flesh.

Valuable yes.

But only because it shows exactly who Alexander belongs to.

And it’s certainly not the Clave.

AN:

magnus: oh no. it is too much. alexander, remember what you just said. conversations!

alec: oh no he wants to publicly show off that he means more to me than the clave and that i mean that much to him and that's attractive af

magnus: i am no longer concerned and am planning on what to use this information for in the future. i have plans.

alec: i'm just glad you feel better even if i feel like i will both enjoy and regret these plans.

magnus - is worried

alec: panic? sad? who must i murder to make happy again?

#lumine writes #writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #trials of body and soul #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters

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alexanderlightweight · 2 days ago

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Also something I’ve not really mentioned is celestial!eldritch Magnus who is part of the cosmos and whose other parent is the spectral form of a star

I just don’t know what fic to do that in or create an entirely new verse I suppose

#shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #lumine’s meta abyss

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alexanderlightweight · 2 days ago

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Okay wait, Leopard seal alec/deep sea eldritch magnus. HOWEVER tiger magnus would rock aswell (tigers love playing in water!!!! They are one of the best swimming felines!!!!!)

yes exactly i am very torn between the options because on one hand, Magnus with round ears and a tail that bops Alec's nose in both forms is very fun. most good!

but eldritch Magnus is always a mood especially deep sea. but also, again. tiger!Magnus swimming with an Alec who has a very smooshable nose.

i will say that after magnus has alec's pelt, he does give alec an amulet that lets him turn back into a seal (when magnus gives permission since alec gave him his pelt so there is still an aspect of control but alec still gets to be seal without pelt) because look, magnus loves him but alec gave magnus his pelt and it's magnus now. he doesn't want to deprive alec of the ocean or his other form but also that's his pelt now.

so that also means sometimes when they go swimming together he doesn't let alec turn into his seal form so he can swim with human alec.

alec always grumbles and then demands sealtime in the bathtub as compensation and makes sure to absolutely flood the floors

Magnus is just: worth it

<3 lumine

#lumine talks to ppl #lumine answers asks #lumine's meta abyss

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alexanderlightweight · 2 days ago

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it has been a while but finally responding and this is to set the stage for their wedding and i'm very glad you find it a delight! it is incredibly fun to write as well so i hope you enjoy!

last part here

<3 lumine

this eldritch delight

The moon blooms a haunting red as it hangs low in the sky.

The grove is dark.

The branches of the weeping willows sway in the wind and the sound of the leaves echoes the tears of a mourning widow.

Golden orbs hang in the sky, just out of reach and bobbing in a breeze that smells of lilacs and blood.

The ceremony will be held not on a dais but at an altar.

A gift of providence and opulence.

Yet surely it’s the very least of what Magnus deserves.

Already, Cat knows that Magnus plans to have a coat made from the strange, silvery pelt and a headpiece with the antlers. No doubt the bone will be turned into jewelry and accessories as well.

It’s far too deadly for a wedding, as Ragnor complained incessantly. However Cat is not going to be a part of restricting the palette of Magnus and his spouse at their very own wedding.

And then immediately complaining even as he researched how to fix it.

Magnus' treats are more dangerous for faerie and nephilim alike while what Alec enjoys is often worse for those with demonblood.

Regular shielding doesn’t contain the fumes nearly enough and the very tableware used had to be carefully sourced. Less the poisons eat through metal or wood or even ceramic.

Instead they’ve used crystal.

A smoky quartz in color with rose and amber as well each holding dishes and delights from all over many places in the world.

Or perhaps merely the most deadly.

—

It needs to be a disaster.

Truly, to have snatched a prize like Alexander is a garish delight.

Worthy of horror and envy.

A vicious curl of his fingers sends a fine dust into the air and a few moments later he hears the gentle but sturdy flap of wings.

Moths and bats alike soar through the air like fear through a nightmare.

Magnus croons and nearly steps closer except he might interrupt.

The red gleam of the moon is absorbed by the petals of lotuses as they float, glowing across the surface and attracting large dragonflies the size of his palm.

“It's hauntingly gorgeous.” He assures his wretchedly beautiful boy.

And Alexander’s ghastly smile a caress to Magnus’ poisoned soul.

AN:

The drinks and snacks are 1) to make sure she eats something while invested and distracted and 2) a bribery since cat is letting him complain and ragnor understands the privilege that is

cat and ragnor watching magnus and alec 'decorate' while standing out of the way and sharing drinks and a sample wedding cake.

cat: i will trade you one hair care session for a massage after this

ragnor: agreed, however please tell me this sample wasn't made with the same poisoned jam that they used for magnus'?

cat holding out a small shotglass: bottoms up.

ragnor: why is poison so damn delicious. i thought it was the lemon zest and cayenne that had my mouth tingly. not that my skin was melting.

cat: alec sounded like he was having an orgasm when he tried this cake. do you know what kind of flavor it takes to get a slab of marble to sound like that without it involving magnus?

ragnor: yes fine. it was worth it. i truly hate everything sometimes. please tell me at least the tea we're drinking is safe. this really is a lovely blend

cat handing over another antidote shot

ragnor: lilith fucking hell (she's the mother of all demons okay)

#lumine writes #writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #this eldritch delight #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters #ragnor fell #catarina loss #team immortal

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alexanderlightweight · 3 days ago

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Also Magnus starts using fairly ridiculous nicknames and pet names and etc for Alec when he is snek.

Things like noodle and comparing him to accessories and such. This is because Magnus is trying desperately to get Alec as human as much as possible and that includes try to get him to go ‘don’t call me that’.

Except that would require vocal cords and Alec is fine being a noodle as long as he doesn’t have to eat noodles. Like turning human to complain puts him in the position of eating human food and lost human food is gross to him.

Magnus is slowly introducing Alec to a variety of cuisine but right now he’s still very suspicious of it.

Also Izzy’s attempts to ‘cook’ for him left Alec deeply disturbed and distrustful of most food.

Maryse 100% regrets having her son spend as much time as he did in snake form when a toddler in Circle bunkers. Alec pretty much missed out on the crucial time of formative years to develop a sense of humanity, so to speak. Or at least bi-pedal instincts if not humanity.

Maryse didn’t even realize how odd it was that Alec rarely shifted because it was easier to take care of a baby snake while on the run than a baby. But it’s easier to take care of a baby than a bear cub.

Jace is a hawk shifter and lives with his grandmother and only knows the Lightwood’s in passing. His mother flew to Idris and had the baby inside the wards, died but Jace was found before Valentine could grab him. So he has a happy childhood.

Robert is dead. No one is brave enough to be interested in Maryse. Izzy and Alec have a very joking and playful relationship underneath the competence. Izzy doesn’t press too far because she doesn’t have a reason to. The family dynamics are different without Robert and also Maryse had to spend some time reflecting about the fact that she ended up eating her husband.

#lumine’s meta abyss #Malec

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alexanderlightweight · 3 days ago

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Eventually I will get to it but

Selkie!Alec who is a leopard seal

Magnus who is very pleased to wear a selkie coat out and about.

#shadowhunters #malec #lumine asks questions

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alexanderlightweight · 3 days ago

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Eventually I will get to it but

Selkie!Alec who is a leopard seal

Magnus who is very pleased to wear a selkie coat out and about. (Selkie au different than siren au which I have a prompt for and haven’t forgotten). I just haven’t figured out what kind of lure siren!alec is

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alexanderlightweight · 3 days ago

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Ragnor has a tea dragon Magnus created for him and he’s been using it since Magnus was only a few decades old and he will never admit how he had to take a while to ‘get over’ drinking dragon bile.

(It’s a glass dragon who self percolates and also can smoke tea to enhance flavor).

Ragnor is aware it’s just tea but it’s the point of the matter. Ragnor was like ‘it’s regurgitating and I’m not a bird’ but Magnus was so sincere and delighted in his own efforts and Ragnor refused to let him know.

However, centuries later his tea is still constantly refilled by a little glass dragon he’s affectionately named ‘Darjeeling’.

Magnus also had a tea dragon.

Except Alec is always petting and cooing over the tea dragon which is rude considering Magnus is right there and made the dragon. Clearly he should be the one being adored.

infinite tea dragon for all your tea needs:)

[prompt: tea, butterfly, wyrm]

kinda following @kmccaigue 's list:)

#Malec #lumine’s meta abyss

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alexanderlightweight · 3 days ago

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I know we are all used to hear bad news from the USA or UK when it comes to trans rights but this time Germany wants to play in the same league.

Our idiots at home ministry came up with the fucking idea to start a register for all transgender and nonbinary people which would mean every person working at some public position could always at any given time see your assigned gender at birth, your deadname, your address and who knows what else.

We had been there in the past. Hitler Germany called it the "Travestite Law" back then. Our politicians didn't learn.

We all know this is unacceptable.

Please, if you are German, sign it. If you are not, spread it wide and far.

This had been stopped once a few years ago. It needs to be stopped again.

#awareness

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alexanderlightweight · 3 days ago

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morning～

#malec #shadowhunters #art

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Hello! Happy Wednesday Prompt Day! I’d like to prompt for the Most Fragile of Poisons universe. I had two ideas so take either, both, or neither as your muse desires. (SFW/NSFW)

1. First one is Ragnor or Cat’s POV of Magnus putting on his “I’m so fragile” show for Alexander. I can see Ragnor being thrilled but putting on an irritated air about Magnus’ delicate flower routine or wearing Alec’s feather as a necklace in front of all the other Shadowhunters. Cat is a little shit herself so I can see her shouting encouragement at Magnus instead of discouraging him.

2. The scene you reference in your notes in the last part - mutual preening session. “Alec is like: magnus we should see if my oil works on your scales. magnus: ... how are you real? and yes. we are doing that now.”

i went specifically with the ragnor/cat pov because it tickled my brain. like. ragnor is so done. at this point when they meet, alec now knows that magnus is very much not actually in need of his services and attentions. alec is all the more insistent on providing them. last past here,

magnus is eating it up and fully intending to indulge both himself and alexander as much as he can. catarina will be using this as blackmail - for ragnor - for ages. i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

the most fragile of poisons

Ragnor isn’t expecting much when Magnus lets him know that he's not only wooing a shadowhunter but that he's serious about it. This is hardly the time for dabbling when there is a silent war going on.

Yet what Magnus wishes, he will get and Ragnor and Catarina will do nothing but assist him. Which is why Ragnor is opening up his wards, just enough to allow both a portal and a traveler with nephilim blood.

A tall, solemn figure steps through. His features are alright, for a face. There's something about him that brings attention back, a danger that coils in his aura and he's holding Magnus in his arms.

Magnus head rests on, from what Ragnor can tell, is a very solid chest and he's being shielded from the sun by large wings. Deadly weapons that are now being used as Magnus' personal parasol.

“He was tired from the portal.” Is all the shadowhunter says, as if Ragnor can’t see one large golden eye wide open and mockingly watching him with a gleaming smugness that he can feel from half a garden away.

“Oh. Tired from a portal, was he?” Ragnor barely gets the words through his teeth they’re gritted so tightly.

Magnus invented the bloody portal.

He’s the only one capable of mass transportation and when he’s bored or feeling lazy, Ragnor has watched him portal from room to room.

Simply to avoid walking down a hall.

“Yes.”

Magnus chuckles.

It’s quiet and stifled by his mouth pressed against leather and linen but it’s clear, even if the shadowhunter clearly pretends he can’t hear it.

“Magnus, we’re there.” Is murmured quietly against Magnus hair.

Like Magnus hasn’t been aware since even before they stepped through the portal. Or is avoiding the fact that when creating a portal, it's easier to maintain when walking under your own power than being carried.

Ragnor has to turn away to avoid being traumatized as they kiss in greeting.

There is absolutely no need to be that-that voracious!

Especially when Magnus wasn’t even truly asleep! This is hardly a fairytale and Ragnor scowls as he stomps through his own garden to the back where Cat is waiting.

“Obscene.” He mutters to her when he gets close enough. “Absolute tyranny and madness. I won’t be surviving this easily.”

Lovely, darling Catarina raises a mocking eyebrow to judge him with and Ragnor summons a cool towel to place over his eyes.

“Let me know when they’re done.”

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Cat can’t help the soft laughter she lets out, or how she understands why Ragnor's fussing when a shadowhunter with a lopsided, hastily made flower crown steps into the garden.

Carrying Magnus.

Both of their lips are swollen, the shadowhunters bruised with intent and Magnus is exuding smugness. He’s a tiger with a rare prize and even though he’s carried like a kitten, it’s clear that the hunter goes where Magnus wishes and leads.

“Did you twist your ankle?” She teases, wondering what excuse Magnus magicked up and Ragnor snorts from where he’s avoiding them all with the tea-towel protecting his vision.

“Oh no, Magnus is fine. Just a little magical overuse. What did you say the reason was again?” Ragnor’s voice is so thoroughly mocking that it’s clear he’s provoking both Magnus and his hunter. Except the hunter seems unperturbed and Magnus laughs, loud and happily as he’s finally set down.

Instead of greeting them properly, he pulls his boy down into a deep, longer kiss that has the shadowhunter stumbling after him when finall Magnus pulls away.

“I was quite exhausted from creating a portal.” Magnus bemoans, eyes golden and wide and nearly innocent enough to believe.

“Oh how tragic.” Cat glances over to Ragnor who is ignoring them all and summons his towel away. “Imagine that, Ragnor. The very inventor of the portal unable to create one without swooning.”

“You invented the portal too?”

Oh dear.

It’s not disappointment or petulance on the shadowhunter’s face. It’s hunger.

The same kind that keeps Magnus up late at night to restore or hunt down a treasure only he cares about.

“If I told you everything I’d done you wouldn’t be able to leave my side for several years.” Magnus is matter-of-fact for once, simply honest rather than dramatizing anything and yet it’s still true.

“I don’t mind that.”

Magnus laughs and it’s then as he sits, claiming a loveseat that he pulls his hunter down to, that Catarina sees it. There’s a feather against his skin. Striking bold and colorful and it matches the same feathers that belong to the nephilim’s wings.

AN:

Magnus summoning a portal and then dramatically placing a hand to his brow: alexander, i feel faint! carry me

alec: okay. where to?

like alec isn't going to turn down an opportunity to hold magnus? alec adores magnus. magnus could pretend his feet hurt and alec would massage his feet, burn his shoes and then carry him to a store if he ilked

magnus pretending to be innocent and then turning around and ordering around his nephilim

alec; he's versatile and i love him

magnus: we don't talk about that part

Alec: i love him

magnus: WRONG PART! THATS THE PART WE DONT TALK ABOUT

Alec whispering quietly: i love all parts of him.

Magnus: i'm under attack. my heart is fluttering. i have butterflies in my stomach. this is clearly a magical pathogen and i require inoculation.

Ragnor: he's shameless! utterly shameless! i can't even look at him

Cat: i don't know, this is pretty funny when you think about it

Magnus: i'm just baby

Also Magnus: kills an entire room

Magnus: baby

Alec: he's just baby!

everyone else: what kind of self-hypnotism is going on here? because it's very clear alec is doing this himself.

alec: it's cute when he acts like that okay. he's very competent and powerful and if i can make his life a little better by making him laugh or have a good time or just feel better regardless of whether or not he actually needs my help, then i'm happy to do it.

#self reblog

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