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alexanderlightweight · 1 year ago

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hello~ wensday prompt: what happens if alec was 6-7 years older. he wouldn't be parabatai with jace because he will be 18 and jace like 12 ? or he start date magnus much earlier before clary show up?

I hope you doing great! also have you seen "bodies bodies bodies"? great comedy horror. recommend to see it~

thank you for writing all of these prompts 💕

Hello! you are not the only person to be interested in that idea and i love it! in my opinion, an alec who was 6-7 years older than izzy wouldn't be raised by maryse and robert. alec and jonathon were born during the circle, after they left. so this is part of a universe called walls of adoration, claws of desperations

there is another porition of this written and jsyk it's alec and magnus secret relationship.

also valentine wants soldiers and experiments, he'd encourage his soldiers to keeps the kids, maybe even convince them. but maryse wouldn't take a toddler or a baby with her, it would be a tactical error and distraction.

in my opinion and headcanon, alec is left with the trueblood or lightwood grandparents and if i'm going to go with either, i'm gonna go with the trueblood tbh. i'm biased cause i like maryse better than robert. alec has been living in idris with the disgrace of circle member parents because this is before its hidden. he's about to get his first rune and he's been raised loyal and to disdain his parents because they're traitors.

he's going to refuse to go with them and he's about to get his first rune and maryse is pregnant and will have another heir and the truebloods need one.

so yeah, thats kinda my meta for the background and hows and whys of this.

i am doing great! thank you so much for asking and today has been lovely and i have so many prompts i'm excited about.

I really am enjoying them so you're welcome and thank you for sending in a prompt

also i have not but it is now on the list!

<3 lumine

Alec prefers the parts of his life that are him living in the outskirts of Alicante. His grandparents have passed and while he is sent to train hunters at Institute’s across the world, he’s had no real interest or reason to officially be called to serve as a Commander.

At least until now.

With Maryse and Robert Lightwood being recalled to Idris, Alec is the only one related who has the qualifications and the right background for it. Robert and Maryse won’t be able to claim the clave is trying to strip the Institute from their family, not when Alec is heir to one of them.

Which is fine, it’s not the worst thing Alec has done and while he dreads the tedium of bringing an entire Institute full of hunters up to his personal standards, it’s not the worst thing he’s done.

It’s a bit annoying to have to stop his current study and projects and while Aline promised to keep him updated, Alec hopes that Sebastian will help remind her. Otherwise, he’ll be hearing about things once every six months.

Alec isn’t interested in politics the way his parents are.

He’s seen what they did to Maryse and Robert and now that he’s older, he understands things better and dislikes them more.

So, it’s with indifference that he goes to New York and it’s with prejudice that he kicks shadowhunters back to New York.

Izzy thinking she’s a shadowhunter informant at fifteen and that she can seduce information from seelies is the ridiculous thing Alec’s ever heard and while she wails and begs, he ignores her petulant whining. She’s her parent’s princess and he knows she’s rarely been told a ‘no’ that she didn’t ignore.

Jace is just as stubborn and the third time he gets himself and other shadowhunters injured, Alec has him with Izzy, Starkweather, and about a fifth of his Institute ready to be shipped back to Alicante.

“It’s a conflict of interest.” He tells Jia with a smirk over the video call that night. “They’re my precious little siblings, Jia. How could I put them through the same kind of training as the others?”

“You just don’t want to deal with them.” Jia accuses, having apparently already found out how much of a headache the two are.

Alec merely raises a brow because it is a conflict of interest and Jia knows it. Everyone knows it, which is why it’s hilarious that she’s still trying.

“Fine. But did you have to send us Starkweather? This is a mess, Trueblood.”

Alec simply hums and signs off, because at least now it’s not his mess.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #malec #shadowhunters #walls of adoration claws of desperation #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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drunkinchicago · 11 months ago

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coriolanus snow x lucy gray baird

link: chapter 1, link: chapter 2, link: chapter 3 link: chapter 4

Chapter 5: violent dog

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trigger warning: the word rape is mentioned, the act does not occur nor will it but the word is used

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I'm not a violent dog - I don't know why I bite.

Isle of Dogs

“I am a cage, in search of a bird.”

Franz Kafka

Snow

It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow

Snow

I wanna wash my hands, my face and hair with snow (snow, snow)

Rosemary Clooney, “Snow”

White organic ribbed towels, baby pink nail polish, black lace knee-high socks, a custom lightwood Fender guitar he’d commissioned months ago. Coriolanus spent the entire morning preparing for her arrival, equipping the guest room with little things he assumed she’d like. A pretty cage for a pretty bird. It’s a Saturday, divine timing. Had it been a weekday, he may not have been able to do this, would’ve been busy at the University or the lab. But it’s not - it’s a Saturday. Perfect.

He'd been attempting to put together the dinner menu when his communicuff notified him that they were roughly an hour out. Coriolanus hated that he could hardly think of what she’d want to eat. In Twelve, they’d shared whatever they could find - roots, flowers, the like, and in the Capitol, he’d simply brought her what he could. He didn’t have these resources then. He wanted her to coo and sigh at all he could give her, imagining such a reaction as he carefully penned down ideas for the staff - goat cheese salad with pomegranate dressing, Cornish hens, honey glazed salmon in case she preferred seafood, blanched vegetables, a balsamic raspberry dessert.

It was the perfect setting to begin quizzing Lucy Gray, as she was getting the first taste of the rest of her life. Coriolanus expected to feel angry initially, coupled with obsessive desire and thankfulness that she was finally within his reach. He would never let her get away from him again and was fully convinced it’d kill him if she did. It wasn’t difficult to recall the horror of realizing she’d escaped him, how slick the gun had felt in his hands, wet with rain, sweat and tears. “Lucy Gray!” He’d screamed, over and over and over, rubbing his vocal cords raw. “Lucy Gray!”

As Coriolanus handed the menu to one of the maids, he verbally expressed the importance of the home looking its best and the meal looking even better. “You watched the Games, didn’t you?” He paid careful attention to how he spoke to an Avox, making sure to only ask yes or no questions. The older woman nodded, refusing to meet Coriolanus’ eyes and studying the meticulously inscribed piece of paper instead.

“Then you know her, my tribute. She’s my very special girl. Do you understand?”

Another nod.

“She can have anything she desires. If she asks for it, you get it, all of you.”

Nod. Coriolanus mulled over his words. For safe measure he added, “Unless she asks to leave.”

Coriolanus was wearing his best suit, all black, but left his hair messy. See how long it’s gotten, Lucy Gray? You can touch it.

He felt as though he was hallucinating, experiencing a posca induced episode of grand delusion. This must just be what it feels like when dreams come true, he decided. He recalled a semblance of the feeling when he’d - they’d - won the Games, but this felt much bigger, more significant. Perhaps he would have to grow accustomed to this sensation, considering he planned to get everything he wanted and then some.

When the doorbell rang, he was sprawled on the couch, letting his shoes touch the light blue leather. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed an Avox sailing toward the door swiftly, to which he screamed, “Don’t you dare open that!”

The maid was startled by Coriolanus’ uncharacteristically loud episode, backing away from the door as though it was an explosive. He was already striding toward her, determination dancing in his eyes. “Go to the kitchen and stay there until I tell you to come out,” he murmured as he passed her, seeing nothing but the door and what he imagined to be behind it - her on her knees.

The doorbell rang a second time, an action he knew she wasn’t responsible for. But he heard her, whimpering, talking to someone. The sound made his head rush, dizzying him. No, he wanted her alone. He adopted an authoritative tone as he demanded, “If there is anyone on the other side of this door that isn’t Lucy Gray, leave now.”

More sounds - footsteps, the elevator door opening and closing, Lucy Gray crying, “Please!” This enraged him, her begging for someone else. He opened the door at once, sending her falling onto the porcelain tile, tears streaming down her face.

“There you are.” Coriolanus couldn’t hide the awe in his voice, noticing the cuffs tied around her little hands.

There she was indeed. Lucy Gray Baird, flesh and blood, her curls wild and long, eyes dark and beautiful, wounded and needy and starved. She was wearing a dress he immediately knew to be Capitol-made. Who had undressed her, changed her? He’d have to talk to somebody about it. It was plain, not the sort she’d have chosen herself, white and long. It set her off like a picture anyway, contrasting the warm tone of her skin. She was smooth everywhere, and supple, and crying still, crying so hard.

“Why are you crying?” He said it plainly, leaning down to help her up. Lucy Gray flinched at his touch, which was painful but expected. She’s adjusting, he reminded himself. She’s just scared. He almost liked the idea of it, warmth gathering in his lower stomach. He was making her heart pound, wasn’t he?

“Untie me, Coriolanus,” she sobbed, turning to face him. He removed his hands from her sides, reaching his right one over her shoulder to slam the door and lock it in a single swift movement. Lucy Gray was standing now, and Coriolanus was towering over her. They looked like some makeshift bride and groom, rough on the edges. He couldn’t stop marveling at her, how perfect she was, how real she was.

“Untie me,” Lucy Gray repeated, pleading.

Coriolanus leaned down to meet her eyes, leveling their height. “If I do that, are you going to play nice?”

She wanted to spit in his face and touch him simultaneously, hating herself for it. She couldn’t meet his eyes because it would make her remember it all, getting lost in the blue of them until they were back where they used to be - a blue Peacekeeper uniform, a blue lake, the blue bruise he’d left with his mouth on her neck. She worried that he could see right through her. It used to feel that way, at least, like they were communicating through a different wavelength both during the Games and after. It was that very sensation that’d haunted Lucy Gray during the last several months. The idea that he was always watching her, the way she swore she could hear his voice in her head, their thoughts merging to protect her - it had once been a comfort. It became a curse when she’d left, shivering in southern blue gum trees alone and imagining his frame behind her, whispering in her ear in the low voice he reserved for her. We could’ve talked it through, the ghost of him would say, wrapping his hands around her belly. Don’t you regret it?

To avoid his face, Lucy Gray looked past his shoulder to see the rest of the sprawling penthouse, the twenty foot high ceilings and decadent furnishings. So this is what you were doing while I was gone, Lucy Gray thought. Getting rich.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Coriolanus’ voice brought her back to reality, barely a whisper.

“This is the house you ate a whole jar of paste in?” Lucy Gray scoffed, feeling a glimpse of satisfaction as she saw his fist curl. “Or was that another lie?”

“These are the bones of that house, yes.” Coriolanus was trying his hardest to keep his composure, his breath shaking as he returned to his full height, standing straight and rigid. “I remodeled it.”

Lucy Gray simply nodded, noticing how cold the tile felt against her bare feet. A female Peacekeeper had stripped her of all personal belongings before they’d exited the train, hosing her down in a private cubicle like she was a street dog. She felt stripped of more than just what she owned, like a base model, reduced and made smaller in size. The Capitol representative who’d escorted her to the penthouse assured her that the Snows would have what she needed and to request anything they didn’t preemptively equip her with through Coriolanus. Still, she felt dirty standing barefoot in that elevator, knowing who was waiting for her on the top floor. So dirty. “Untie me.”

“You have to promise to be a good girl.”

Lucy Gray shook her head, refusing to repeat his words.

“Say it.”

“No.”

“Stay tied up, then.”

They were both quiet for a moment, tension buzzing between them like a powerline. Lucy Gray allowed herself to look at his face for a beat, her knees weakening as she did. He had always been so achingly beautiful. There was not necessarily hatred in his eyes, something closer to love muddled with fervid anticipation - it was a look she couldn’t assign a term to, an expression that had been worn by Coriolanus Snow from the first time he’d seen her. Obsession, perhaps, the type of adoration a person would kill for. He looked older than the last time she’d seen him and evidently more well fed, his arms straining at the confines of his suit jacket. He’d dressed up for her, she noticed. It was strange, though, to see him standing in this room, boasting these assets, clearly knee-deep in wealth and security. Lucy Gray used to believe that the way he looked at her was partially the blame of hunger. Yet he was, appearing hungrier than ever.

“Why am I here?” Lucy Gray said under her breath, already knowing the answer. Because he wanted her, because he never stopped. Had she? Standing before him, she was not as sure of what she thought she knew.

Coriolanus removed a white rose from the pocket of his dress pants, ever the romantic - a sentimental remembrance of their meeting at the train station. “We’re lucky, you know,” he murmured, placing it behind her ear as though he was touching stained glass, afraid to move too harshly, to break her. “Some people don’t get the chance to make it right. They die before finding where they belong.”

Lucy Gray wanted to touch the rose, unable to determine if the desire was to caress it or rip it to shreds, disrespecting the beautiful thing that smelled so much like his chest. She began to cry again, crushed by the pressure of such an unfamiliar environment and the fact that somehow, it felt more familiar than she thought it would. He wasn’t being cruel, or violent - but he could be. Her sobs were accompanied by shivers as she remembered the sound of his screaming followed by seemingly endless gunshots, a rage so great he couldn’t control it. And she’d given it to him. She was the rage.

Coriolanus was leaning down again, a softness taking over his face. “Hey, hey, hey,” he whispered. “What’s the matter?” His hand found purchase on her face, the size of it engulfing her right cheek. Lucy Gray instinctively found herself leaning into it as if it had been yesterday and not ages ago that they’d last done this.

Suddenly, she wanted him angry. She wanted a reason to hate him, to detest him, a reminder of why she’d run away so that she could stop feeling stupid for doing so. Upset him , she thought. Make him show himself.

She met his eyes in totality for the first time that afternoon, watching his pupils dilate, a black saucer lost at sea, growing and growing. “Are you going to rape me?” She choked out, the words tasting vile as she said it.

Coriolanus sprang back as though he’d been shot, creating a significant gap between them. The edges of his vision began to blur. What had she said? He felt like someone had come up behind him and stabbed him between his shoulder blades, twisting his spine and straightening it like he was a marionette doll, dumb and lifeless. They’d never explicitly discussed sleeping with one another. It was alluded to, made clear that they both wanted to, flirted with over heavy petting sessions and in the look on Coriolanus’ face just after they kissed. But never, ever, had Lucy Gray said something like this. The notion that she would reduce their first sexual experience to an assault made Coriolanus physically nauseous. Did she not want him?

“What did you just say to me?” Coriolanus’ voice was barely a whisper. He could do nothing to hide how wounded he felt, suffering a physical reaction. His right hand, which only a moment ago had been caressing her face, now clutched his shirt in anxiety, resting on his heart.

Lucy Gray was crying harder now, her cheek cold at the loss of his touch. She’d known it was a low thing to say, had even thought not to - but she was disoriented, scared. She felt disillusioned with reality. How was she here? How was this real?

“What on earth did you just say to me?” Coriolanus’ shock was transforming into anger, into furious disgust at the prospect that he’d somehow done something to convince her of such a possibility. “You think that I would do that to you? You think that’s what I brought you here for?”

Lucy Gray couldn’t speak through the chokes of her sobbing. Why had she said it? She knew why, really - because she was disgusted with herself. She was ashamed to have made such drastic measures and still feel such a passion for him, such a deep desire for him to ravage her. She was insecure over it, the true concept she’d been attempting to run from - the idea that she would always want him this much, that she would be tethered to his Capitol heart and Capitol hands and Capitol eyes. He was a Gamemaker. He helped contribute to the source of her nightmares, personally conspiring on how to kill in a way that made people watch. How could he also be the subject of her most intense dreams, the ones she awoke from with a noticeable ache everywhere, longing for him? He was a liar, a murderer - she knew who the third person he’d killed was, had assumed it after long days analyzing their circumstances on a loop. It had to be Sejanus, his ‘best friend’, ‘his brother’. Coriolanus had betrayed him in a way that Lucy Gray had not discerned. All she knew was that such a choice had resulted in Sejanus’ death, yet Coriolanus was the one standing on that platform silently, listening to Sejanus choke behind him. Coriolanus Snow was self-righteous, greedy, and gorgeous. And she couldn’t get enough of it, not unless she was hundreds of miles away, tears in her eyes and her hands covering her mouth, desperate not to whisper his name in her sleep.

Coriolanus let her cry. “Ask me again, Lucy Gray.”

Lucy Gray shook her head as she wept. Her cards were out, already spent. What an idiot you are, she told herself. You fool. She wouldn’t be able to repeat it, and then he’d know that she’d said it as a gimmick, as some cheap, disrespectful attempt to rile him.

Coriolanus took a step closer to her, confidence building as he caught the insinuation that she could not bring herself to say it once more. “Are you a liar, Lucy Gray?”

“No, I-”

“So ask me again.”

More sobbing, her shoulder shaking, her hands straining at their confines.

“Are you a liar, Lucy Gray?”

She couldn’t bring herself to respond to this either. The warm lighting of the chandelier above them was starting to get to her head. She felt lightheaded and off-balance, dehydrated at the cost of her tears.

Coriolanus was getting closer still, walking in her direction carefully and slowly. “Okay, that’s too hard for Lucy Gray. We can try other things. Tell me that you don’t want me to touch you then, and I won’t, ever again.”

Lucy Gray was as quiet as a statue, unable to move, or speak, or protest. All she could do was look at him, shame pouring down her cheeks. He was wilder now, a vision in his ink-colored suit and furious eyes. He had her - almost. As Coriolanus closed the barrier between them, Lucy Gray looked up at him, begging him to kiss her, hating herself for it.

“Tell me that you don’t want me to fuck you.”

“I do, Coriolanus.” Lucy Gray couldn’t bear to be silent anymore, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at her confession, at how quickly she had responded only when he took it that far. She wanted to take it back, cover her mouth, time travel - but she couldn’t. The moment was lost to Coriolanus’ sharp teeth, a revelation that he would let melt on his tongue and save for later.

His eyes lit up. He knew he’d won, and Lucy Gray knew she’d lost.

“You do?” He slowly put his thumb in her mouth, watching her take it as she did a rose petal. Her eyes opened wide up to him just as his hardened, yanking his finger from her in a swift movement. She fell forward gasping, her lip beginning to bleed. “That’s too bad.”

He left her on the floor, beckoning for the maids to clean her up. “Make sure she eats, even if you have to force feed her yourselves,” he commanded, thinking of how her ribs were visible in that stupid sheer dress, her stupid perfect body, her stupid fantastic lips.

Pure rage coursed through his veins as Coriolanus entered his bedroom, slamming the door behind him with as much force as he could bear. How dare she, his little bird? The contentment of her obvious physical attraction to him was hardly enough to swallow the betrayal he felt, but it did help. She had been lying, an obvious attempt to put him down, to plant insecurities within him. And for what excuse, because she was feeling vulnerable, uprooted? He’d just have to train her, wear her out, build her back up. This was where Lucy Gray belonged.

This was home now.

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year ago

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rwrb mavid au snippet pwease? i loved the letter and i but tissues everyday for when its out

"I really think it could've gone a lot worse."

His father shoves his phone into Max's face.

Max blinks at the image.

It's a photo of himself covered in cake. As if he hasn't seen a hundred different variations of it in the last two hours.

"Dad, come on," Max groans. "This is, like, not even the worst pic of me they've put online."

"They've turned you into a meme," his father growls at him and shows him another photo on Twitter, where the words "Let Them Eat Cake" are written in big red letters written under the photo.

"That's actually historically inaccurate, you know," bapak hums from the couch. "Mary Antoinette never actually said that."

"Baby, you're not helping," dad hisses and turns to Max. "I sent you to France with one simple instruction."

"He pushed me! And then I tripped over him!" Max groans. "Have y'all seen how tall he is? He is a safety hazard!"

"Is this a joke to you?" dad demands incredulously. "Fox News is ripping my administration apart."

As if to demonstrate his point, dad unmutes the TV and Max groans again.

"We guess this isn't all that surprising," the news anchor says on TV. "French-American relations under the current administration have been strained from the start. Not to mention the incident between the President and supermodel Camille Belcourt. Shortly after Paris Fashion Week, he was overheard saying 'French people are phony little assholes."

"Exactly," her co-host nods and winks at the camera. "We all know how President Lightwood feels about the French. The apple doesn't seem to have fallen far from the tree."

Dad mutes the TV again and glares at Max. "Still think it's funny?"

"In my defense," Max notes carefully. "You did call her a phony little asshole."

"That's not the point!" dad yells at him and shoots a glare at the woman on the TV. "And it's President Lightwood-Bane!"

#byeeeeeeeee #mavid rwrb au

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themagnusbane · 2 months ago

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Murder at the New York Institute

Title: Murder at the New York Institute

Artist: @la-muerta

Rating: Mature (Chapter 7 only. Will give a heads-up)

Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Herondale/Simon Lewis

Word Count: ~27k

Summary: Pull out the Cluedo board they said. It would be fun to play they said. Nothing could possibly happen on Samhain they said. And now, Magnus and Alec, Clary and Izzy, Simon and Jace have been pulled into an alternate New York Institute, with no powers, no idea what has caused it, or who has brought them there. Oh. And there’s been a murder. Except, can you kill a dead man twice? And can Valentine Morgenstern just SHUT THE FUCK UP!

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Reverse Bang 2024: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

Prologue: Simon Lewis

“Do baby warlocks go trick or treating for Halloween?”

“And a good evening to you too, young Shelly,” Magnus answered with a bemused smile, hands waggling in the direction of Simon’s coat, sending it floating gently over to the coat hanger, where it folded in on itself and out of the way.

“Shelly? Really Magnus?”

The High Warlock of Brooklyn shrugged with a smirk, and spun around on his heels, walking out of the hall and to the lounge where he leaned over and placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s lips.

Simon thought he caught a murmured “Still haven’t lost that sugar tooth huh, Alexander”, but was immediately distracted at the sight of his boyfriend, back arched, ass out, knees digging into the mat, head curved with his chin pointed in the direction of his chest, then pushed back out at the same time he pulled himself into a plank. “Since when did you start doing Yoga?” Simon asked as he dropped onto the couch beside Clary and handed her the gift-wrapped box.

Her eyes widened in glee as she pulled out the pencil she’d stuck in her hair, to punch a hole in the wrapping paper and tear into it with the ferocity of a cat digging around in its litter box.

Simon shook his head at his best friend’s antics, jerking his thumb in her direction as he made his apologies to Izzy. “Sorry Izzy. I tried to raise her right. But as you can see,” he shrugs, “Some behaviours can’t be unlearned.”

Izzy laughed, “I love her anyway.”

Clary blew kisses at her girlfriend, and blew raspberries at her best friend, as she squealed so loud that it startled Jace, who tumbled back onto the mat, stomach heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Yoga is hard,” he panted.

“But incredible for your flexibility,” Simon responded, eyes running appreciatively over the sweat-drenched tank top, that rode up to reveal taunt muscles, and sweat-slicked skin. He noticed the flare in his boyfriend’s eyes as Jace caught him staring. Simon licked his lips and smiled.

“No!” The words were followed with a throw pillow hitting the back of Simon’s head. He turned around to glare at Magnus who was wagging his fingers at him.

“If I’m not getting laid tonight because all you heathens are currently in my apartment, and I can’t have some much-needed alone time with my boyfriend. NONE OF YOU are getting laid either.”

“Yeah well. Tonight’s for playing games anyway,” Clary crowed, as she finally got rid of the wrapping paper and waved the Cluedo board in the air. “I can’t believe you nabbed the Murder at Boddy mansion edition!” She motioned at Magnus to clear a good enough spot on the lounge floor, and Magnus indulged with a sigh, vanishing tables and chairs and the cute little side table that held Simon’s glass of blood.

Thankfully, he sent the glass floating over to Simon first. Simon grabbed it with thanks, taking a deep drink and then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Y’all better not start without me,” Jace declared, heading in the direction of what Simon assumed was most likely the guest bathroom, with the way Magnus magicked a towel to intermittently smack the back of Jace’s blonde hair as the latter flipped him the bird, without bothering to turn around.

“Well, while Jace does his thing, can someone explain what on earth this game is about?”

“Obviously, Alexander. There’s a bloody murder in the Boddy mansion,” Magnus replied with a grin. “And it’s our responsibility to figure out whodunnit. Right?” He turned to look at Simon who nodded as he gulped down the rest of the blood, held out his glass to Magnus who magicked it away with a flick of his fingers, and settled beside his best friend, hands reaching into the bag to hand out the miniature murder weapons in it.

“Magnus got it in one.” Simon smiled at Magnus’s crow and continued speaking. “The game takes place in Boddy’s mansion, and it is up to the players to figure out who murdered Mr. Boddy, where he was murdered, and with which of these murder items,” he jerked his head in the direction of all the miniatures that have been laid out evenly; six of it, for the six of them in the apartment.

“Yeah. But that doesn’t make any sense though,” Alec grumbled, holding up the miniature lead pipe and turning it every which way in his hand. “We have no context for any of these characters. Why are we at the mansion? Why is Boddy dead? Why can’t any of them reach out to the police? Like I know the mundanes are absolutely useless at solving these cases,” he inclined his head in Clary’s direction. “Luke isn’t a mundane, so he doesn’t count. Plus, I’m sure that’s why his percentage of solved cases is high.”

Clary shrugged, “Pretty much. Yeah.”

“So why not go to their mundane police,” Alec continued. “And most importantly, why should they care that this Boddy person is dead? Is he a friend or something?”

“Nope. Matter of fact, he’s been blackmailing our characters. They each have a secret that he knows about, and he’s been blackmailing them for years,” Clary replied with a smile.

“More reason why they should collectively agree to bury his body in his yard, and do it together, so one person spilling the secret would damn them all. Bound by a secret, they will all have to keep their mouth shut and make sure nobody ever hears,” Alec said.

“Yes. But if that happened Alec, there won’t be a game now would there,” Izzy pointed out. “And from what Clary and Simon have said about this Cluedo game, it’s a pretty high-selling game. The mundanes clearly love it.”

“The mundanes clearly have no sense,” Alec grumbled. “Of all the things they could be doing with their time. Playing a murder game, that is illogical in its execution. What a waste of time.”

“Don’t forget money too, Alexander,” Magnus cooed. “They actually paid money for it.”

“Exactly!” Alec shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Imagine spending money for this nonsense. To playact morons who don’t know what’s good for them, or the best thing to do in the situation.”

They all burst into laughter, Simon holding onto Clary as they watched Alec splutter, against Magnus’s lips as he was kissed.

“Alexander. It’s just a game.”

“A very boring game if you ask me,” Alec muttered.

“And what would you suggest we do otherwise Alec?” Simon asked with a laugh. He caught soft footsteps and held up a finger to stall his boyfriend. “And hunting demons isn’t a good enough answer either.” He waved his hands in the direction of the blackout, sound-controlled curtains that kept their party away from the noise and bustle of the rest of Brooklyn. “All of you agreed that Halloween is the worst possible time to go demon hunting with the ways the mundanes keep trying your senses with the costumes.”

Jace gave a grunt as he dropped beside Simon, and Simon caught a whiff of aftershave before cool lips pressed against his. A little nibble, and he opened his mouth to catch the slide of Jace’s tongue against his, as callused fingers sinking into his hair.

He made a happy noise and was about to dive deeper into their kiss, when he was suddenly met with cool air, opening his eyes to find Jace on the other side of the room, and Magnus giving them both an absolute look of disgust. “I repeat. No fucking. No making out. If I’m not getting any,” He wagged his hands at Jace, Simon, Izzy and Clary “None of you are either.”

“Really Magnus.”

Magnus crossed his arms. Face not budging an inch.

“Alec!”

“My boyfriend’s apartment. His rules.”

“Yeah, say that with a little less smugness,” Jace grumbled. “Asshole.”

Simon caught Alec’s grin as it widened and shook his head. “Fucking peas in a pod,” he mumbled. “But as I was saying, this is the best we’re doing tonight. The four of you agreed,” he pointed at Alec, Jace, Izzy and Clary. “Let the other Shadowhunters handle tonight. Enjoy your night off and relax. Please.”

“He does have a point Alexander,” Magnus said, magicking a new glass of margarita for himself, and took several sips before adding. “I just don’t know why either you or Clary thought bringing a murder board on the night that the veil is thinnest, for us to play, was in any way a good idea.”

Clary laughed. “Come on Magnus. I mean… It’s a Cluedo board, not a portal to summon spirits. A Cluedo board is nothing similar to an Ouija board.”

“Plus, you’re the High Warlock of Brooklyn,” Simon pointed out. “What’s there to be scared o—” The rest of his words were cut off by the throw pillow that hit him right in the face.

Simon turned to gape at Magnus. “Magnus!”

“You actually did that,” Clary laughed.

“Without MAGIC?!!!!” Izzy screeched.

“Your boyfriend didn’t use magic,” Jace told Alec, eyes wide in surprise and delight.

Alec shrugged. “Why waste his magic when you all are being idiots?”

“Thank you, Alexander. Only you get me.” Magnus turned back around to look at them, pointing his finger at Simon. “You think I’ve lived this long by messing with powers beyond my control?” He waggled his hands at the space over his head. “The universe is vast. The powers that govern it even more so. The only way to survive is to acknowledge that.” The hand came back down, running down his length from the top of his head, styled into a black and purple pompadour with blonde highlights, to his high heel brogues. “Yes, I am pretty powerful and spectacular.” Simon watched him smile at Alec’s hummed assent. “But I’m not the only powerful downworlder in the world. Nor am I the most powerful downworlder. There are forces with power greater than mine. You all need to remember that.”

Simon moved the throw pillow, handing it over to Jace as he threw his hand back in a salute. “Gotcha.”

Clary passed around the playing characters. “Everyone gets one.”

“Who’s going first?” Izzy asked, waving her character at her girlfriend.

“Miss Scarlett”, Clary and Simon said in unison, as they both glanced at the character in Izzy’s hands.

“Roll the dice, Izzy” Jace said, moving around to sit beside Simon, fingers sliding against Simon’s, until both their fingers were intertwined together. “You good?” He asked.

Simon nodded. Mouth opening to respond, when the dice hit the board, and everything went black.

#shrb2024 #malec fanfic #malec #jimon #clizzy #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #clary fray #jace herondale #simon lewis #shadowhunters fanfiction #shadowhunters fic

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timingmatters · 1 year ago

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In queer ships I just ALWAYS get attached more with the repressed ones who want to be loved SO BAD and love SO HARD but are so scared and often lash out. Like my fave pair of every queer ship on god.

1) HENRY from rwrb. Thats my son on god. My child whom i would die for. Biggest heart. Loves so god damn hard. Its so scared of not having his love returned. His mom failed him so bad for so long and he still loved her to pieces like thats crazy biggest heart ever.

2) CATRA. Like Catra could have killed Bow and Glimmer and im sO SORRY but i would have still supported my girl im SORRY ik i shouldnt but I genuinely loved her BAD. No one could ever make me hate her sorry

3) BAZ. Like Baz never did anything bad ever bc he is an angel baby but regardless he could hypothetically do anything ever and you best believe i will be there supporting him!!!!!

4) EDDIE from It. That character is my child like my other half y’all don’t understand that 40 year old repressed little gay is my absolute CHILD and i would kill for him. He constantly lashes out but tbh he is also the sweetest pie. He wants to be loved so bad pls i could make a thesis on how he only found peace through dying and never got to finish what he wanted to say to Richie. Stephen King i am in your walls i will avenge him.

Edit: 5) ALEC LIGHTWOOD IM SO SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT YOU MY KING. He was so scared to love and was so cold and once he had the option he loved so fiercely??? Like is crazy. Changed the world just for his love like insane.

Like queer characters that love so hard it hurts them and terrifies them and WANT to be loved so bad??? They have my entire heart!??

Also im not repressed and im genuinely so loved like im so blessed to say this i have great supporting, loving and caring parents. And multiple friends who support me and love me and care and whom i trust??? Like i have no idea why the repressed characters just call to me but you best believe they’ll be my favorite ones from any story

If y’all know any other stories with repressed little gays who are hurting and love v hard pls rec me stuff

#idk i saw people on twitter making competition between alex and henry #but i saw a lot saying they care more for alex #and like yes fuck the monarchy and i love my poc presidential son but #HENRY IS MY CHILD #i love them both tho im not about to make them compete lmao both my children #but again just the repressed ones always get me in the heart #rwrb #also let me add i do love bow and glimmer shdhdhdh im sorry i hypothetically killed them i felt so bad LMAO #I just wanted to show an extreme to say that catra is just my person i could never let her go no matter what #henry x alex #baz pitch #snowbaz #catra #catradora #prince henry rwrb #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #alec lightwood

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braveclementine · 4 months ago

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Thanos. . . Again

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

Steve heard her scream as he fell.

"ELIZABETH!" He shouted falling himself. And then he hit the ground.

"Come on buddy, gotta wake up." Tony stomped lightly on his chest and he inhaled sharply. "That's my man."

Steve sat up quickly. "ELIZABETH?"

Tony bent down, holding his shield, "You lose this again, I'm keeping it."

"Where's Elizabeth?" Steve repeated. "What happened?"

"You mess with time it tends to mess back." Tony replied. "You'll see."

Steve followed Tony, scanning for Elizabeth, for their children, for Loki's children. Finally, they found Thor, who was standing and looking.

There was Thanos, sitting in the middle of the crater.

"What's he been doing?" Tony asked.

"Absolutely nothing." Thor answered.

"Where are the stones?" Steve asked.

"Somewhere under all of this." Tony panted. "All I know is he doesn't have 'em."

"So, we keep it that way." Steve said. Suddenly, he heard Elizabeth scream. He didn't hesitate, sprinting back into the mess.

He sat her, trapped under the rubble, some sort of creature leaning over her. His shield took off its head and he helped her out from underneath. "Elizabeth?"

"Where are they?" She panicked, looking around. Only Delilah was in her arms, a small bloody scratch across her tiny forehead, "No-"

"Look at me." Steve demanded. "Focus up Princess."

Elizabeth looked at him, "Thanos is here. He has to be engaged. Can you find them and get them to a safe spot?"

"While you do what?" She asked.

"I'm going to fight him." He answered.

She looked at him and then around and nodded in determination. "Go."

He kissed her, "I love you."

"I love you too."

And he ran back to find that Tony and Thor were already getting ready to engage with Thanos.

"Let's kill him properly this time." Thor said harshly.

Thanos smiled as they approached, "You could not live with your own failure. Where did that bring you? Back to me. I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you've shown me, that's impossible. And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist."

"Yep, we're all kinds of stubborn." Tony replied.

"I'm thankful." Thanos said. "Because now, I know what I must do." He stood. "I will shred this universe down to its last atom. And then, with the stones you've collected for me, create a new one, teeming with life, that knows not what it has lost, but only what it has been given. A grateful universe."

"Born out of blood." Steve said.

"They'll never know it." Was Thanos' reply. "Because you won't be alive to tell them."

And the three of them attacked him.

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"Astrid, wake up." Elizabeth commanded in a soothing tone, waking her daughter up from where she was laying on the stone. "I need you to wake up. You have a large task ahead of you."

"Mom?" The seven year old girl opened her eyes.

"I need you to get your siblings to safety." Elizabeth said, moving to wake her elder son up now. "You and your brother must get five little babies to safety. Can you do it?"

"Yes." They both groaned in determination. Elizabeth had made sure that they were all alive.

"Good. Follow me." She said, carrying Delilah and Rose in her arms. She moved along the pathway. She could see Thanos fighting Steve, Tony, and Thor and knew that she had to join them. "Keep following this path, go over that ridge. Follow around the edge of the lake until you reach the tree line. Stay safe. If something approaches, keep moving."

"Okay." Astrid whispered.

"Take care of your family." Elizabeth said to Halfdan. "Promise me."

"I promise. On dad." Halfdan said.

Elizabeth kissed their foreheads quickly and then murmured, "Go."

And then she turned, running down the wreckage to join her family.

She watched Steve flip and kick Thanos in the face, before Thanos tossed him away. She ran, jumping off the rock, slamming both feet into his face so he stumbled backwards, though he didn't fall.

"I know you." Thanos said as she slammed into a rock, wincing. "Loki's soulmate. . ."

"Not anymore." Elizabeth growled. "My last name is Rogers now. And you are really pissing me off." She hit him with a wave of her power so that now he really did go flying off his feet, before Thor slammed into him with his hammers.

Elizabeth rushed him again, swinging off Thanos huge blade to get her legs around his neck. He grabbed her leg, slamming her down to the ground, before placing his blade against her chest. He pulled his blade up, and then suddenly was slammed by Thor's smaller hammer, which came back to. . . Steve's hand?

"I knew it!" Thor roared, getting up from the ground himself.

Elizabeth smiled, laughing in amazement seeing him hold the shield and hammer. She watched Thanos turn on him. Steve swung the hammer, leaping off a rock, slamming Thanos in the chin with the hammer.

She got to her feet then. She watched as Steve just brutally started to defeat Thanos single handedly. Throwing the shield and hammer, hitting his shield with the hammer, and drawing up lightning through the ground. "Don't. Ever. Try. And. Stab. My. Wife. Again." Steve snarled, before calling up lightning and slamming it into Thanos.

And then suddenly Thanos was on his feet, going after Steve. Elizabeth watched, trying to find a good moment to intervene and her eyes widened in shock, watching the shield get hacked into bits.

Vibranium. . .

Like the Titanic. Unsinkable. Unbreakable.

Steve didn't get up.

"In all my years of conquest," Thanos said as she watched Steve roll over, struggling to get up. But Thanos was between the two of them and there was no way for her to get to him. "Violence, slaughter, it was never personal. But I'll tell you now, what I'm about to do to your stubborn, annoying little planet, I'm gonna enjoy it, very, very much."

Elizabeth watched as his sons and daughters were beamed down from the planet, along with an army and she felt the hopelessness rise up in her again.

Steve finally got to his feet. The two of them met eyes as he cinched the shield tighter around his arm.

The two of them started to walk towards Thanos together, now that she had skirted around the purple grape.

"Hey, Cap, you read me?" A very faint voice suddenly asked in their coms. "Cap it's Sam. Can you hear me?"

Elizabeth started to laugh.

"On your left."

Steve and Elizabeth turned to see one portal at first, T'Challa walking through with Okoye and his sister Shuri on either side of him. And Elizabeth nearly fainted as Sam came flying through. They watched as more portals were opened up.

There were the Wakanda soldiers and the spider-kid. Doctor Strange and a bunch of Magicians. The Asgardians as well, Valkyrie flying on her Pegasus.

There was Y/N, sprinting through with a smile on her face and. . . Bucky.

Scott chose that time to break through the ruins, holding Rhodey, Bruce, and Rocket in his hand.

Elizabeth watched Bucky approach them and Steve kissed him passionately and then whispered something to him.

Bucky smiled, standing between her and Steve, "So you're my new wife?" He grinned.

She smiled and let out a nervous laugh, which was broken off as he bent down and kissed her. "About time Steve grew some balls."

"Jerk." Steve muttered.

"So," Y/N said on the other side of her, smirking, "Ready to kick ass again?"

"Oh hell yeah." Elizabeth smiled.

They were back.

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One minute, you had been in Wakanda. The next minute, you had been in some sort of weird. . . space place. Like you were high on drugs or something. And after five hours, you were back, laying on the ground next to Sam, who was breathing hard like he had been on a run.

"Did any gummy monsters try and eat you?" Sam asked, sitting up.

"The fuck?" You groaned, getting to your feet, looking around. Pietro's dead body was gone, a grave marker in his place with his name on it. Damn Wakandans had moved fast. Vision's body was gone, though Wanda was laying next to where it had been.

Suddenly, an orange portal appeared for you and you saw what looked like the army. . . again. "Aw man." You whined. You could see Elizabeth standing next to Steve, both of them looking like they'd showered in dirt. Steve's shield was broken.

"Damn the punk really broke the unbreakable." You heard Bucky groan next to you. "And Howard Stark isn't here to make him a new one." Then Bucky winced.

You patted his shoulder. "Tony can do it. Let's go and join them, shall we?"

You saw Tony far away, his Iron Man suit looking like it had been through the mill. Pepper was there in another suit, much like his but slimmer with blue and silver tracings.

You joined Elizabeth's side. "So, ready to kick ass again?"

"Hell yeah." Elizabeth smiled.

"AVENGERS!" Steve shouted and you watched in amazement as Thor's hammer came to his hand. It was dead silent for a moment and then he said, "Assemble."

You shouted with the others in battle cry, and then ran off to attack.

Or, more like, run straight into Tony's suit as he landed in front of you, knocking you off your ass. He just landed on top of you, pressing his lips to yours. "Five fucking years Y/N."

"Five?" You asked incredulously. "Oh damn you're gonna have to fill me in."

Tony winced, "Uh Pepper and I have a five year old daughter named Morgan because you and Happy were both gone and we sort've fell together. Oh and Cap and Elizabeth are sort've married with twins. Also, both girls."

You raised an eyebrow, "You know. I think I always knew the two of you had chemistry."

"I love you most though." Tony offered, helping you to your feet.

"Oh good." You teased, readying your AK-12. "I was a little worried I might be placing second first time in my life."

"Never." Tony scoffed, and then flew up to join the others.

You couldn't focus on much else besides the aliens you were trying to kill around you. Although you did see Pepper and Tony fighting together in the sky. They actually really did make a good duo.

"You're going to make me a suit too, right?" You joked in the coms.

"Just give me a colour scheme." Tony teased right back.

You ended up back near Tony as he landed near Doctor Strange. "Hey you said one out of fourteen million we win this, right?"

"If I tell you what happens, it won't happen." He replied ominously.

"Well, you better be right." Tony said, taking off again.

Strange looked at you for a moment and then went right back into the fight. You didn't like that. That felt ominous.

You saw T'Challa running with the glove and you went to catch up to him. It was knocked from his hand and Thanos ran towards him before Wanda landed in front of him, hands and eyes glowing red.

"You took everything from me." Wanda hissed.

"I don't even know who you are." Thanos answered.

"You will." Wanda growled.

"Hey." Elizabeth said brightly behind you. "That's What Snape said to Harry."

"Huh?" You asked, completely taken aback by the randomness of the comment.

"You know." Elizabeth said in a duh voice, "What Wanda said, Snape basically says to Harry. But Harry doesn't know who Snape is, cause he doesn't know Snape loved his mother."

"Elizabeth speak English!" You shouted. "Also, I think Wanda needs our-"

You watched as Wanda enveloped him in red.

"Yeah. . . " Elizabeth said slowly. "No she doesn't." and She ran off towards Bucky who knelt, cupping his hands, and catapulted her into the air so that she could slice through flying aliens.

"Okay then." You muttered.

Then it started to rain fire down from the ship. You watched Bucky grab Elizabeth, Rhodey grab Bruce, everyone trying to protect each other as Peter used his ropes, trying to get the glove back to the van. The wizards lifted their shields above their heads, protecting everyone.

Sam barreled into you, lifting you into his arms, before the two of you crashed near where Sam's soulmate was trying to keep the dam from overflowing, turning it into a tornado.

"SAM!" Stephen shouted.

"I'm fine!" Sam shouted back and looked at you. "Are you okay?"

"Perfect" you gasped out and then pushed the two of you off as another bomb came down. "Okay, now perfect."

Suddenly, the firing stopped and they started firing at something in the sky.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. what are they firing at?" You and Tony asked at the same time.

"Something just entered the upper atmosphere." The Irish voice that you had missed so much answered. You exchanged a look with Sam.

It looked like a glowing person as they crashed into the ship, setting the thing on fire. The plane went down in flames, crashing into the lake below it.

"What was that?" Sam asked.

"I think it was a who." You murmured, the two of you turning to get back into the fight.

You and Elizabeth caught up together, going to join the women's battalion to charge the army that was coming towards you all.

You fought your way through the hoard, trying to reach the van. Turquoise and red, beams of yellow and blue swirled around you as you shot aliens through their heads.

You thought you won as Thanos was pinned to the ground, before he turned and threw his weapon into the van.

You felt yourself flying through the air, before you landed, looking immediately for the gauntlet. It was near Tony, who tackled Thanos to get him away from it.

"Tony!" You shouted as Thanos tossed him away. Thanos went to grab the glove as you staggered to your feet, running for it. Thor landed, fighting him with two lightning weapons. Steve landed on Thanos' back before Thanos head butted Thor and grabbed Steve. Thanos punched Steve hard in the stomach so he was still.

"No!" You heard Elizabeth shout as Thanos grabbed the glove then.

The glowy lady landed, fighting him, before he grabbed her arm, flinging her across the crater as well. He went to snap his fingers before she was back, trying to bend the glove backwards so it could never snap.

He pulled the power stone out, bashing her away.

You watched Tony and saw him staring at someone else. Stephen holding up a shaky finger, the number one.

Thanos put the power stone back and you rushed him, stabbing him in the chest, uppercutting, kicking him in the chin before you felt his fist collide with your back and you went sprawling in the dirt, groaning, coughing out a rock you swallowed.

You managed to get to your side to see Tony fighting with Thanos now, grabbing at his hand. He pushed Tony away and then lifted his hand but you could see there were no stones in it when he raised it. "I am, inevitable."

You watched as Tony went to put the stones in his glove. "I am Iron man."

You looked at Strange again, who gave you a terrible, apologetic look.

But nothing happened and you looked back to see Tony staring down at his hand, frowning.

And then you heard Elizabeth behind you, surrounded by turquoise whisps. "And I, don't have a catchy phrase to say." And she snapped her fingers.

"NO!" You heard Steve shout somewhere behind you as everything around you crumbled to dust.

"Elizabeth!" You shouted as the girl you'd known since kindergarten fell to her knees. She would have fallen on her face if Tony hadn't caught her. You slid to her side on your knees. "Elizabeth?"

"Elizabeth." Steve fell by her side, tears on his face. "No, no why would you do that?"

Elizabeth looked more confused than anything else, the glove having fallen off her hand so that you could see the skin was burned. Turquoise still surrounded her body, though it had faded immensely. "Y/N. . . my sister. Couldn't let her know what it feels like." Elizabeth whispered, cupping Steve's face. "You have Bucky, you'll be okay."

Tony used that special substance that you couldn't remember the name of, trying to cover her burns that traveled from fingertip all the way to the right side of her face.

"And my looks are kind've gone." She managed to laugh a little.

Steve shook his head violently. "Elizabeth-"

Elizabeth gasped then in pain, tears pricking her eyes. "Stevie, it hurts." Her hand clutched his arm just slightly and he cupped her face.

Steve was hyperventilating, sobbing. "It's okay sweetheart. It's okay. You're going to be okay. Please, I need you to be okay."

"Take care of my kids." Elizabeth begged, tears in her eyes now. "I thought maybe with magic. . . I'd make it but. . . clearly. . . not right." She smiled a little, looking up at Steve.

Bucky was there now, looking at her with some mix of horror and heartbreak. "Doll?"

"Keep him . . ." Elizabeth whispered softly, her hand dropping from Steve's face.

"Princess." Steve begged, letting out another sob. Tears were streaming down your own face in traces and Bucky knelt, pulling Steve into his arms, also crying.

Suddenly, Thor came down from the sky, slamming his hammer into her chest. You watched as lightning covered her body, her back arching. She screamed then and Thor let up.

You all waited in silence. One. . . two. . . three. . . four. . . she inhaled, eyelashes fluttering.

Steve immediately started CPR and you all waited. Everyone was surrounding the lot of you now. Stephen looked confused while putting a hand on Sam's shoulder. T'Challa, Pepper, Peter, Wanda, Natasha, Clint. . .

Elizabeth suddenly jerked, spasming as she jerked up, nearly colliding heads with Steve. She breathed deeply, spinning around, "Did it work-"

Steve kissed her then. Cupping her face with both hands. You almost expected Steve or Bucky to hiss in pain from the 'cheating', but it didn't happen. Steve broke away from the kiss. "Don't ever. Fucking do that again."

"Yeah, no worries." Elizabeth panted and looked up at Strange, "One in fourteen billion eh?"

"Actually," Strange said slowly. "Tony was to die but I mean, this works too. Guess you beat the odds. Two in fourteen million then."

"So that's why you didn't tell me." Tony grumbled.

Elizabeth tried to get to her feet, but cried out in pain, collapsing back to the ground.

"I've got you." Steve said sweetly, lifting her into his arms.

"Sorry." Thor grunted, "I couldn't lose my last bit of family."

"Yeah, I know." Elizabeth groaned, leaning up on Steve's shoulder. "Ow."

You bent your head and you cried. Because everyone was alright.

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carmenlire · 1 year ago

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Been Like This Part I

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Alec walks into the bar and the weight on his shoulders seems to weigh a thousand tons, pressing down, and vaguely Alec wonders if he shouldn’t just go home and collapse into bed. Maybe then he’d finally feel weightless, if just for the half hour it takes to fall asleep.

But no, there’s something that’s pushing him into Hunter’s Moon tonight. Alec carries a strong dislike for most people– all those except for the precious few in his inner circle– but right now he feels a want– a need– to be around others without expectation.

He doesn’t necessarily want to talk to anyone. Really, just the very thought is exhausting, seems beyond his capabilities after a long week of talking to people constantly, ten hours a day, all the more tiresome when the conversations are nothing but impatient entitlement on their side and aggrieved irritation on his.

Distantly, he thinks that it should probably be a little worrying that his job, his dream that he's worked so hard for, is nothing but another source of annoyance and anxiety now.

It’s quiet for a Thursday evening. There’s just a smattering of people in the place. A couple plays pool on the far end, a group of friends are having a raucous time at a table in the corner. Alec smiles a little when one of them shouts something unintelligible just for them all to start laughing.

Alec can’t help but think that, from the entrance at least, it sounds so genuine.

Making his way to the bar, he has his pick of seats. There’s a woman at the end, a small collection of empty margarita glasses keeping her company. Alec figures that he’ll have his own assortment of glass soldiers standing watch by the end of the night.

The stool he chooses has scuffed leather when he pulls it out. It’s a little worn, light scratches here and there. Still, it feels wonderful to sit and to know that he doesn’t have to get up for however long he wants.

Truly, work has been exhausting this week. So many customers, requiring Alec to run in a dozen directions to put out a hundred fires. A cold is going around that’s left him short staffed the past several days. His bean supplier canceled his order without notice, leaving him in a serious lurch this morning.

The voice of the customer who yelled at him just a couple of hours ago-- because he made her plain iced americano without milk-- is still ringing in his ears.

Flipping the sign over to closed this evening had felt like nothing short of a victory. Letting the two remaining staff go home early to clean up by himself had been relaxing even if it had taken the last little bit of energy he’d managed to conserve.

There’s something soothing about being alone in his own space– Alec’s built Lightwood Coffee and Co. from the ground up. It’s his baby first, last, and everything in the middle. The couple of hours it had taken to clean up, go through inventory, and prepare for tomorrow had been the best part of his day, really.

Still, it was exhausting, the simple tasks that had once been filled with passion and excitement. Everything was so dull now, so rote.

In the back of his mind, Alec worries if it’s the coffee shop that’s lost its shine or if it’s just his life in general, color leeching out of everything he touches.

His thoughts have been maudlin all day, really for the past few months.

And now, here at Hunter’s Moon, Alec has no grand plan except to have a few drinks and try to not be so human for the rest of the night.

Something not quite a person, but not so far gone as to actually betray what he feels like– a little off center, stretched a little too thin, trying a little too hard to put on a convincing visage of responsible, perfectly functional adult.

Alec zones out for a few minutes before the bartender makes his way over to him. His overall expression is mildly standoffish, though his face is neutral as he stills in front of Alec and asks, “What can I get you?”

There’s no smile and Alec’s left with the vague feeling that nothing he could do or say would phase the bartender. Alec can relate.

There’s no offer of a menu and Alec doesn’t ask for one. “Can I just get an amaretto sour, please?”

The bartender’s brow raises imperceptible but he just nods, replies, “Sure thing,” and is turning his back before Alec can say anything else.

The drink’s placed in front of him just a moment later and at the first sip, Alec relaxes. It’s good– damned good.

Alec isn’t one to drink much and he’s never been to this particular bar before, though he passes it every day on his way to work. If the drinks are this good every time, then he might just need to become a regular on those days where he wants to blend in with everyone else and disappear for awhile in a simple pleasure.

The first drink is gone in a few efficient swallows. Maybe Alec should be concerned at how easy it’s gone down but it feels like the first time all week that something’s been able to give him an ounce of ease.

The bartender makes the few steps over to him, pauses but doesn’t say anything, just looks at Alec with that brow raised in question.

Alec nods.

The second drink is just as smooth as the first, the sweetness with the slightest bitter note hitting just the right spot.

Idly, Alec wonders if he’s going to get drunk tonight. Truth be told, he’s not much of a drinker. He enjoys the odd night out with Jace or Izzy, has been dragged into a poker night at Simon’s place a time or two where the bottles of cheap wine seemed to pour endlessly.

Still, he doesn’t make a habit of it. Well aware– too aware some might say– of how slippery of a slope these things can be, an underlying paranoia always keeping him in check. Just in case.

It’s during the third amaretto sour when someone sits a seat down from him. Alec doesn’t pay much attention, nothing more than to hear the rough scrape of a stool sliding over the floor, an impression of another man settling in after a day of work.

Briefly, Alec wonders if the other customer’s day was as grueling as his. He finds a well of sympathy at the notion.

Deciding to give the stranger the discretion he’d want, Alec’s attention shifts to other patrons. Crossing the line into tipsy, he’s an eager if apathetic people-watcher.

The group of friends in the corner have found a deck of cards somewhere and are having– what sounds like– an amazing time. Alec would like to imagine that they do this every month, in a similar way to the way he attends his poker nights, the weekly movie nights he has with Jace and Izzy.

It’s a warming thought for all that it strikes a pang of loneliness.

The movie nights have been a bit hit or miss lately. Izzy has been swamped with grad school and Jace is spending so much time with Clary that he’s rainchecked more than once.

Alec skipped a poker night a couple of months ago because one of his evening staff called off and one thing led to another and he hasn’t been to Simon’s since.

Once the streak was over, it was too easy to keep ghosting, the fatigue that’s been riding him into the ground making it too easy to beg off.

And, well, now Alec feels like something has slipped through his fingers, like he’s lost a chance, like he– well like he shouldn’t, can’t, just pick things back up.

It’s absurd, he knows. He’s been friends with Simon since college. Life happens.

Still. Alec has a deep, innate fear of being presumptuous, of overstepping bounds that he didn’t even know existed.

Simon hasn’t (re)extended an invitation and so– Alec doesn’t go over.

The coffee shop takes so much of his attention and it’s become matter of habit to simply go home at the end of the day.

It’s part of the reason that he decided to walk into this bar tonight. Alec isn’t adventurous or spontaneous. More than that, though, he had needed a diversion, felt the need for something else itching just under his skin, tickling his ribs.

Alec’s not one for flights of whimsy but the idea of breaking up the monotony had wiggled its way into his head sometime this morning, in between scalding himself on the edge of a tray of scones and getting berated for not having elderberry syrup. He needed to get away and for once, the idea of slipping into bed after a shower hot enough to burn his skin just didn’t seem like enough.

Maybe it’s the itch for diversion, a desire to not be so alone manifesting as a sad man drinking alone at a bar with nothing but strangers for company.

Alec still feels like it’s better than the alternative, though, and decides not to think about what exactly that says about him or his piss-poor excuse for living lately.

Throughout the past hour or so, Alec’s butt has grown numb and his back aches something approaching awful. These stools were not ergonomically designed and Alec’s a little too tired to keep from slouching in a way that’s a little painful and definitely damaging to his spine.

He lingers over the third drink until it’s watered down, trying to simply exist in a moment that he tells himself he wanted.

If he’s being honest, it’s not really satiating whatever inclination he’d had. Now Alec is still just as tired but the alcohol is already leaving him with a headache, leaving his head feeling the kind of fuzzy that just vaguely pisses him off.

He’s still debating between ordering a fourth drink anyway, staring into the dregs of his glass, when he hears a voice from his left.

It’s smooth, just a little low. “Penny for your thoughts, darling?”

The gentle tease in the words makes Alec smile while still looking down where he's tracing a scratch on the bar. Without quite being aware of it, he murmurs, “I’m not sure if they’re even worth that much.”

Sighing– with more than a little bit of drama to attest to the cup or two of amaretto he’s downed– Alec looks up just to blink, the sight before him arresting.

The man who’d asked the question is wearing an easy smile. His eyeliner is just barely smudged at the edges. His blazer is a deep maroon and the shirt is unbuttoned enough to share a tantalizing stretch of skin.

He looks friendly, Alec can’t help but think.

Waiting until Alec makes eye contact with him, the man’s smile deepens just enough to crinkle the corner of his eye.

“Well, I’m sure that’s not true.”

Warmth simmers in Alec’s chest at the quick rebuttal. He finds himself smiling, in turn. “And what makes you so sure?” Alec can’t resist asking with a raised brow.

To most anyone else, the question might come off as surly, combative. Luckily for Alec, it’s taken as it’s meant– a little too genuine with humor to cover the worst of it.

The stranger gives him an obvious once-over, lifts his own martini glass in a semblance of a cheers. “You’re too handsome for them to be worth any less,” the stranger replies, a not-so-subtle wink serving as punctuation.

Alec can’t help a laugh at that and the shyness strikes them both.

This certainly isn’t what Alec imagined when he walked in here. It’s unexpected but. . . not unwelcome, he decides after a moment of internal musing.

Choosing to blame the liquor, Alec leans a little closer to say, “Then your thoughts must be worth a fortune,” and he’s gratified to get a surprised laugh in return.

“If only everyone thought the same, darling,” the stranger. He hesitates a bare moment before reaching out a hand for Alec to shake. “My name is Magnus. Who might you be?”

Alec doesn’t hesitate to return the handshake, sliding his hand against Magnus’s.

There’s no shiver, no sharp intake of breath. No, Alec just shakes Magnus’s hand, feels the easy warmth against his own, the suggestion of a callous against the edge of his palm.

“Alec,” he offers after a long moment of the two of them just holding hands, not moving. His voice is low, hoarse around the vowels.

The bar seems quieter than it did a moment ago. Behind them, there’s still the din of conversation, the clacking of pool balls across the room. The chorus of a terrible Top 40 hit from 1997 is just barely audible.

Right here, Alec feels more in tune to the moment than he has in– perhaps longer than he’s comfortable admitting.

“Alec,” Magnus repeats. In his echo is both a statement and a question. Alec doesn’t know the answer to either so he just says nothing.

Magnus’s thumb sweeps gentle once, twice, over his knuckles before he lets go.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Alec says, latent confidence in his tone.

“Likewise, I assure you.” Magnus crosses his arms over the bar, head turned toward Alec.

His expression is hard to read for all it projects interest. The small smile at the corner of his lips has yet to fade. “What brings you here this evening, Alec?”

The question is to be expected. Alec still has to take a moment to find his answer.

He debates blatant honesty with pulling a punch or two. It might be nice to confide in a stranger, though Alec’s never quite known where the line should be drawn for appearances.

After a few moments of silence where Magnus doesn’t seem to grow annoyed or impatient or disinterested, Alec settles on being a bit more honest than he might otherwise be.

Alec is just this side of tipsy and unlikely to ever see Magnus again after tonight. Maybe giving oxygen to the tangle of weeds growing in his chest will help him. If nothing else, he supposes, it can’t hurt anything. If Magnus listens to whatever the fuck he has to say and runs for the hills, then at least Alec will be able to close out his tab and go home and forget this ever happened all the sooner.

Mirroring Magnus’s pose, Alec slumps a little more over the bar. His gaze flits from Magnus’s shoulder, to his pocket square, up to his mouth, and finally to his eyes.

Magnus’s eyes are a deep brown. Alec knows they hide more than they reveal. If he’s not mistaken though, warmth in the form of kindness lurks in them.

“I think I hate my job and everyone annoys me. I’m so tired and nothing helps. I feel– stuck, I think, but hell if I know what to do about it.”

Magnus doesn’t say anything for a moment, though his expression has shifted into something surprised but not unpleasantly so. Gently, he offers, “You and every other thirty year old, I’m sure.”

Alec grimaces. “Is it supposed to be this pervasive, though?”

Magnus laughs and this time it’s almost caustic. “Unfortunately, Alec, I don’t think it can be any other way.”

“If you tell me that’s just life, I won’t be responsible for my reaction.” Alec’s voice is dry, though he can’t keep the very real kernel of resentment out of his voice.

Now it’s Magnus’s turn to grimace. “I wouldn’t dare, darling, believe me.”

For some reason, Alec does.

He reaches for his glass, drinks the watered-down remains, places it back down and feels the sounds of glass hitting wood somewhere in the hollow of his ribcage.

Nibbling on his bottom lip, Alec wonders if he should ask the question burning the tip of his tongue. Like most of his decisions tonight, it boils down to might as well.

“Does it get better,” he asks, genuinely curious. “How?”

Magnus tilts his glass in a slow circle, seemingly captivated by the way vermouth and gin catch the light. His words are slow to come.

Alec’s torn between surprise that Magnus– who after just a few minutes introduction, had given the impression of having all the easy answers Alec’s desperate for– is taking his time to find the right words and appreciation that he would take a stranger’s question with the gravity Alec needs right now.

“I don’t know if it gets better,” Magnus admits and seems chagrined to do so. “I think it gets easier, though.” Taking a quick sip of his martini, Magnus gestures towards Alec. “Worries over something might ease just for something else altogether to take its place. You might become confident in one area just to decide to reach for something new or more or different. Once you conquer something or wrestle it into submission, the next thing grabs your attention. And thanks to past efforts, current issues won’t seem quite so dire. At least in my experience.”

Mulling over Magnus’s words, Alec finds himself nodding along. “I guess I can see that,” Alec admits. “Doesn’t really make me feel better right now, though.”

Magnus’s expression turns sympathetic. “I understand, darling. Anything particular with work and the general populace or just overall disgust at the end of a hellish week?”

Alec actually takes a minute to think about it. He’s a little surprised to realize that, “It’s really just general tiredness, I think.” He doesn't mention that the general tiredness has been his constant companion for the past few months.

Humming in commiseration, Magnus nods absently. “The end of the week does tend to make everything that much worse.”

Alec snorts a little. “Now that I know full well.”

The two sit in companionable silence for a few minutes.

Alec’s decided not to order another drink. The conversation with Magnus has him feeling more energized and awake then he was just a few minutes before and he doesn’t really want to add any more alcohol to the weird, unsettling mix of tired and maudlin that’s trying to settle in his stomach.

The abrupt sound of Magnus’s empty glass hitting the bar pulls Alec from his brief reverie. He looks over to see Magnus studying him, eyes intent but the curve of his mouth is pure invitation.

At least to Alec’s amaretto-soaked mind.

In the time it takes to blink, Alec’s meeting Magnus’s gaze. He can’t decide what he’s seeing– interest? Challenge? Pure polite humoring?

Magnus swings his chair to the side until he’s fully facing Alec. Resting his left arm on the counter, Magnus tilts his head to the side. “I don’t pretend to know everything you’ve got going on or the severity of it. What I do know is that I can offer a distraction. If you’re willing?”

Alec blames both his alcohol blood content and the way the light hits Magnus’s earring for the way he turns in his chair, too, leaning in far too close for someone of such short acquaintance.

He blames his well-established lack of any sense of self-preservation in the face of a pretty man when he replies, voice low and rough and just a touch too soft, “Do you want to fuck me, Magnus?”

He’s close enough to truly appreciate the way Magnus’s eyes widen at the words, to feel more than hear the small little intake of breath, to see the way Magnus’s eyes dip to his mouth for a second that lingers.

Magnus doesn’t pull away, though, and so Alec doesn’t either.

The space between them can be measured in heartbeats; a slow, steady pulse of temerity.

Magnus’s voice is low and rough and just as soft as he eventually replies, “I don’t think so, Alec. Not tonight, at least.”

Alec finds a world of possibilities in the curve of that smile.

Alec thinks that some part of him must feel the sting of rejection, the humiliation of presumption. It’s hard to feel any of that, though, when Magnus is still watching him with that same mix of bemusement and patience and interest, like he might not know Alec now but he doesn’t mind staying long enough to get a better understanding.

Blinking slowly, Alec allows himself to truly study Magnus.

He’s handsome and Alec likes the glint of intelligence in his eyes, even at so late an hour and after a few drinks. Magnus has been nothing but kind, a welcome respite, a breath of fresh air.

“Okay,” he breathes, his own smile growing into something tangible. “What kind of distraction did you have in mind then?”

Something in Magnus’s posture relaxes at the question, a tension easing out. He nods once, as though resolute, and stands up.

Alec moves his chair to keep Magnus in front of him until his back is to the bar. Magnus holds out a hand and Alec takes a moment to appreciate the way Magnus’s rings emphasis the slimness of his hands, complementing his dark nail polish.

“A distraction demands a change of scenery.” Magnus nods his head back towards the front door of the Hunter’s Moon. The light in his eye is one part challenge, two parts whimsy.

(Alec doesn’t know it now but it’s another part hope with the smallest streak of uncertainty.)

“What do you say, darling?”

Alec places his hand in Magnus’s without a second thought, the only thing running through his mind is the surety that he doesn’t want to let whatever this is ghost over him. He doesn’t know what it is but it feels fleeting– for once, for the first time since he maybe opened the coffee shop, Alec wants to reach out with both hands and hang on for dear life.

He’s halfway to standing, when he realizes, “Oh shit, we need to close our tabs.”

Magnus laughs, something gentle and teasing. He waves Alec’s concern away. “Don’t worry; It’s already taken care of.”

Alec frowns a little, wondering, but Magnus’s pull is irresistible.

He waits for the bartender to shout them back when he realizes that they’ve left without paying. Alec doesn’t hear anyone calling out and when he looks back, the bartender is just picking up their empty glasses with a roll of his eyes.

It’s the most expression Alec’s seen on his face all night.

Deciding not to worry about it, Alec turns back to where Magnus is leading him out of the bar.

Magnus’s hand is warm and when he looks back to make sure Alec’s still with him, his eyes shine with the same warmth that’s been directed at Alec all night.

Alec squeezes the hand still holding his. “Lead the way.”

#will i ever write part 2 it's anybody's guess #malec fic #my writing #been like this

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carelessflower · 1 year ago

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a little HC (ignore any inconsistancy)

Gadreel was the eldest of her family (she was the queen) her father gave her a land as a gift on her coranation , called Idris, however, she said that she would give her land to her disendants to whomeever wants it

Her younger brother, Raziel fell in love with Johnathan Shadowhunter and Gadreel being the Queen at that time refused to awknolwdge it as Raziel was a spiteful dick and Johnathan disevered a better man, when Gadreel died, Ithuriel who disendants are the Herondales took the Land and claimed it as he liked this person, but Raziel took it of him as he is the second born and gifted it to Johnathan Shadowhunter, Ithuriel and Raziel was banished from the Kingdom by his nephew Samuel Morningstar who was now King. However the Princes hid Idris from the King, so Samuel was unaware

However the disendants of Gadreel are Tessa, Magnus and Malcom Fade, the land rightfully belongs to either one of them

So Gadreel disendants are Magnus Bane, Tessa Gray, and Malcom Fade, including others which are unknown

Raziel took the name Shadowhunter and left and went into his own witness protection, the Shadowhunter family name was changed and is now found in East and South Asia,

Ithuriel fell in love with a woman who was an Herondale but left before he knew she was pregnant.

Johnathan Shadowhunter created his own government and gathered his closest friends such as the Lightwoods, Herondales, Morgernsterns, Fairchilds, Starkweather, Dragonway, Blackthorns families to alliance to form a secret country. The history of its country was left in the accords and securly locked away and only the president or some council can access this.

And Alec finds this all at the accords, and he goes and tells Jace, Jace decides its best to keep it silent and go through it later and discuss this with his mother, Alec takes the file home to show his mother, however baby Max was there, and a 2 papers slipped out talking about the Idris and Max picked it up and starting to draw, Magnus came a few minutes later to pick up Max, and he sees the paper, he takes the paper and hides it as Alec comes to greets him.

Maryse also tells Alec that its best to keep this silent, as thats the way it would be and that people wont like this

As Maryse goes to Jocelynn and they talk, about Alec bringing the papers outside of Idris, which Jocelynn just says that its for the best that they know about it, and that it wasnt fair for them to keep it a secret

Now back at the Lightwoods, Magnus talks to Tessa about the piece of information that he has, and that he still hasnt talked to Alec about it. Tessa suggests that they both talk to their fathers since they probably would know more about this, and their own history.

Alec notices that a page is missing, as he retraces his steps but cant find it, he then begins to worry and tells Jace he lost a paper, and Jace tells him not too worry since its just a piece of paper and that its nothing, which kind of puts Alec's mind at ease.

Now Tessa and Magnus have a talk with their fathers, as Asmodeus knew that Idris was a gift to his Great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother, and he knows that Samael has notes who also lives in New York

Magnus and Tessa visit their great Uncle who shows him the notes and that the the eldest son of the Shadowhunter (after its change) lives in Tokyo, so Tessa asks Jem if they want to go on this trip to Tokyo which he agrees, and Magnus ask Alec, leaving Max with his grandmother, and Mina with her uncle.

Now back in New York, Asmodeus goes to the Lightwoods and hands Maryse the paper, telling her that he knows, but keeping this a secret will probably anger his family as he can confirm that the romers are true, Asmodeus also tells her that Magnus is going to Tokyo to visit a great uncle, who knows more about this

Asmodeus babysits Max, as Maryse text Alec that Magnus knows but Alec has not seen it, so she tells Luke, who then says to get to Tokyo,

Max has the second piece of paper as he takea Asmodeus to his cot and and he shows his grandfather his drawing, which is the family tree and also the secret plan to overthrow Gadreel as her young brothers were both asshats at that time. Now Asmodeus takes the picture of the paper and sends it to Leviathan who is in Tokyo, and also to Belial who is on his way to London.

Asmodeus calls Magnus, but it gets disconnected, as Max begins to cry for food.

A few hours later, Tessa, Jem, Alec and Magnus are at Haneda Airport in Tokyo, however they both get off sepretly.

Magnus begings to tell Alec stories about his first time in Tokyo and also says he has visted Idris which is quite busy like Tokyo but small

Alec asks when he went to Idris, which Magnus says he only went once when he was a teenager

Tessa and Magnus say that they have a family living here, Magnus gets a missed call and a long text from his dad, while Tessa gets the image and nothing else.

Alec gets two calls one from his mother, and the second his father in law, and a text from his mom, saying that Magnus knows

Alec realizes he has no signal, but Magnus gets to his Uncle Leviathan's house, as Tessa and Jem head to Samael appartment

Leviathan is a popular influence, and also works for the British and Japanese Navy and is now an animator for a anime studio, also Simon loves him and has met him twice at anime conventions.

Magnus shows the image to Alec as Alec says he didnt know about it until now.

Tessa rings Magnus saying that before Gadreel tragic death, her younger brothers were plotting to take the throne and the empire

However, Gadreel has four children, and the eldest married twice one to Miran who was killed when their child was two a few weeks after Gadreel death, and the next marriage was to Lucas Morngingstar, Samuel took the name Morningstar after his mother and Wife death, and Samuel wanted to charge his uncles for treason, but banished them as they asked for forgivness, Idris was supposted to be his but that was changed by Ithuriel.

Tessa also tells Magnus that Robert Lightwood and Imogen Herondale must know and both are death, but Jace may know.

Magnus hugs Alec, and tells him its not his fault and that he was sorry for dragging him out, Alec and Magnus go on a week date in Tokyo before coming back, Alec decides that he would allow Gadreel disendants to enter and run alongside him, which angers a few citizens, Tessa and Magnus goes to talk to Jace, who says his grandmother never told him.

Magnus and Tessa decides its best to stay out of Idris politics and it wasnt really their home.

So Alec makes his father in law the vice and also a member of the council

anon i need this fic on my desk

#ask #go for it anon #make your dream

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YOU REALLY THOUGHT I WASN’T GONNA MAKE A POST ABOUT THE WEDDING?? WELL WRONG! HERE I AM.

“So,” Alec said. He and Magnus had found shelter in the lee of a large rock, Magnus, leaning against it. […] “Since I’m the Consul now, I guess I make the rules.”

Magnus raised an eyebrow. […] “Was that flirting?” Magnus said. “Because I have to tell you I’m more in than I thought I would be.”

“Yes,” said Alec. He paused. “No. A little bit.” He laid a hand over Magnus’s heart, and Magnus looked at him with thoughtful green-gold eyes, as if sensing that Alec was serious. “I mean I make all the rules. I’m in charge now.”

“I told you already I was in,” Magnus said.

MAGNUS CONTROL YOURSELF, HE’S TRYING TO ASK YOU SOMETHING IMPORTANT 💀

Alec slid his hand up to cup his boyfriend’s jaw. There was light stubble on Magnus’s skin, which Alec always loved. It made him think of the way Magnus looked when he first woke up, before the rest of the world saw him, before he put on his clothes like armor, when he was just Alec’s.

WHY DO THEY ALWAYS MAKE ME CRY????

“We could get married,” he said. “In warlock blue and Shadowhunter gold. The way we always wanted.”

An incredulous smile spread over Magnus’s face. “You’re really asking me...?”

Alec took a deep breath and knelt down in the sand. He looked up at Magnus, watching his face go from amused to something else. Something soft and serious and tremulously vulnerable.

YOU KNWO WHAT’S SAD HERE?? THE INCREDULOUS SMILE AND THE LOOKING VULNERABLE. BABY WASN’T EVEN BELIEVING THIS WAS HAPPENING 😭

“When I found you, I didn’t know what I was finding,” Alec said. “Words about things that are beautiful and precious to me don’t come easily. You know that. You know me better than anyone.” He licked his dry lips. “And when one day people look back on me and what my life meant, I don’t want them to say, ‘Alec Lightwood fought in the Dark War’ or even ‘Alec Lightwood was Consul once.’ I want them to think, ‘Alec Lightwood loved one man so much he changed the world for him.’ ”

IF HE DOESN’T PROPOSE LIKE THIS, I DON’T WANT HIM 🗣

Magnus’s eyes shone bright as stars. He gazed at Alec with eyes full of joy, of a feeling so profound Alec felt humbled to be a part of it. “You know you’ve already changed the world for me.”

STOP YOU TWO😫😫

“Will you marry me?” Alec whispered. His heart was beating like a frantic bird’s wings. “Right now? Tonight?”

Magnus nodded wordlessly and pulled Alec to his feet. They wrapped their arms around each other, and Alec leaned up just that little bit, since Magnus was just that little bit taller, which he had always loved. And they kissed for a long time.

HAVDBEOBDHEIWIDJRBDOWJDHDHGEIWIDHEIEHEHEIBDHEIEHDUEIEIEHHEUEIEHRHEIIEIEHE😭

It had been so long, Magnus thought, since he had attended a wedding for one of his own. He had never thought it would happen for him.

SIR I’M GONNA NEED YOU TO STOP ಥ_ಥ

Magnus had grown up able to see the ocean, and he had once —only once—mentioned to Alec that he would like to be married within the sound of its waves. His heart felt as if it were being crushed into a thousand joyous pieces now, since Alec had remembered.

NOBODY BUT THEM. NOBODY BUT THEM.

Jace stepped forward first, in a gear jacket printed with golden runes, and held out a hand to Alec. “I stand as suggenes to Alexander Lightwood,” he said with pride.

BEST PARABATAI DUO CHANGE MY MIND YOU CAN’T BYE

Catarina stepped forward, smiling, and took his arm. “I fought our mutual green frenemy for the privilege of escorting you,” she said, indicating a fulminating Ragnor with a tilt of her head. “Come on, now—you don’t think I’d let you approach the altar alone? What if you got cold feet and ran off?” […]

“My feet have never been warmer,” Magnus said. “They’re positively toasty.”

I’M NOT GONNA SURVIVE THIS

She smiled at him. “No doubts?”

They had reached the end of the lighted path. Alec stood waiting, Jace beside him on the platform. Behind them was the ocean, stretching out silvery-blue as Magnus’s magic, all the way to the horizon. Their closest friends ringed the platform—Clary with her arms full of blue and yellow flowers, Isabelle carrying Max and sniffling back tears, Simon alight and smiling, Maryse with Rafe by her side: he looked solemn, as if aware of the significance of the occasion. […]

Magnus glanced down at Catarina. “No doubts,” he said.

I REPEAT, I’M NOT GONNA SURVIVE THIS.

Alec held his hands out, and Magnus took them. He looked into Alec’s blue eyes, the precise color of his own magic, and felt a great calm descend over him, a peace beyond all other peace he had ever known.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Magnus didn’t need to search his soul. He’d searched it a thousand times, ten thousand, in the years he’d known Alec. Not because he doubted, but because it shocked him so much that he didn’t. In all his life, he had never known such surety. He had lived happily and had no regrets, he had made poetry out of wondering and wandering, had lived untethered and gloried in freedom.

Then Magnus had met Alec. He had felt drawn to him in a way he couldn’t have explained or anticipated: He had wanted to see Alec smile, to see him be happy. He had watched Alec turn from a shy boy with secrets to a proud man who faced the world openly and unafraid. Alec had given him the gift of faith, a faith that Magnus was strong enough to make not just Alec happy, but a whole family happy. And in their happiness, Magnus had felt himself not just free, but surrounded by an unimaginable glory.

THERE ARE FUCKING TEARS ON MY FACE SOMEONE HELP ME

Some might have called it the presence of God.

Magnus just thought of it as Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

There was something about the way Magnus and Alec looked at each other. […] They looked at each other as if the other person were as brilliant as a full moon that could blot out every star.

I’M GONNE EXPLODE 😫

Alec moved closer to Magnus and Emma saw that it was a golden brooch in the shape of the Wedded Union rune. As Alec moved toward Magnus, he spoke the words of the Nephilim vows: “Love flashes out like fire, the brightest kind of flame Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the floods drown it.” He pinned the brooch over Magnus’s heart, his blue eyes never leaving Magnus’s face. “Now place me as a seal over thine heart, as a seal over thine arm: For love is strong as death. And so we are bound: stronger than flame, stronger than water, stronger than death itself. Magnus, his gaze fixed on Alec’s, laid his hand over the brooch.

PLS I’M SOBBING

Alec drew aside his jacket and rolled up his sleeve, baring his upper arm. He placed a stele in Magnus’s hand and clasped Magnus’s fingers within his own. With their hands entwined, Alec traced the shape of the Wedded Union rune onto his own arm. Emma assumed the second rune, the one over his heart, would be added later, in private, as it usually was.

When they were done, the rune stood out stark and black on Alec’s skin. It would never fade. It would never leave him, a sign of his love for Magnus for all time. […]

Slowly Magnus lowered his hand, still clasped in Alec’s. He gazed at the rune on Alec’s arm in a sort of daze, and Alec looked back at him, as if neither of them could look away.

PLS I’M SOBBING SO HARD

“Aku cinta kamu,” Magnus read out, gazing at the interior of the ring, and he smiled at Alec, a brilliant, world-spanning smile. “My love for yours, my heart for yours, my soul for yours, Alexander. Now and for all time.”

PLS I CAN’T CONTROL MY SOBS ANYMORE

To have what Magnus and Alec had—anyone would be lucky.

TRUTH🗣

Magnus and Alec slid the rings onto each other’s fingers, and Jia closed her book.

“Alexander Lightwood-Bane. Magnus Lightwood-Bane. You are now married,” she said. “Let us rejoice.”

The two men folded into each other’s arms, and a great cheer went up: Everyone was shouting, and hugging, and dancing, and the sky overhead burst into golden light as Ragnor, finally over his temper tantrum, began to fill the air with fireworks that exploded in the shapes of wedding runes. In the center of it all, Magnus and Alec held each other tightly, rings gleaming on their fingers like the slivers of a new sun breaking over the horizon.

STOP MY BABIES ARE MARRIED 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#shadowhunters #the shadowhunters chronicles #tsc #shadowhunters opinions #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #qoaad #queen of air and darkness

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imherongraystairstrash · 2 years ago

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I think I speak on behalf of the fandom when I say we need a fic of jesse learning to shave (cause Tatiana sure as hell prob didn’t care, so maybe he just did it some rlly dumb way until Gideon teaches him AND ITS A UNCLE NEPHEW BONDING MOMENT). also I absolutely adore your writing ❤️

Why, thank you so very much! I'm sorry for taking so long to write it, but I loved this prompt! Once I started writing it, I was able to finish it in one sitting! I had to look up how to shave a beard though loll

I hope you enjoy it!

There's a first for everything

Characters: Jesse, Sophie and Gideon

Jesse didn’t know how to feel about living with his Uncle Gideon and Aunt Sophie. Before living with them, Jesse had only had a single interaction with Gideon, which is one more than he had with Sophie. If he had had any others, he didn’t remember.

His Aunt Cecily, for example, had held him for a brief period of time when he was a baby at Will and Tessa’s wedding—how strange that he attended Lucie’s parents' wedding when he was a baby, considering she was his… well, Jesse didn’t exactly know what they were to each other yet; they hadn’t really had time to discuss it—something he has no recollection of.

It was strange living in their house. He saw a few pictures of Sophie and Gideon’s children in the parlor when they were young. There was a portrait of Barbara Lightwood, the cousin he never had the opportunity to meet. He looked at her, eyes filled with the promise that she’d do incredible things.

“She used to ask about you, you know?”

Jesse had startled, turning to find Sophie’s film frame by the door. She quietly walked over to him, so that she stood beside him, gazing at the portrait of her oldest daughter. There was a deep sadness in her eyes that Jesse could observe before he found out she’d lost a daughter. Though now, he could see a hint of resignation in her expression, an undertone of acceptance. As if she knew that this was the course of life.

“Did she really?”

“Oh, yes. ‘Mama, can cousin Jesse come to my birthday?’ ‘couldn’t we adopt cousin Jesse?’ ‘what is cousin Jesse’s favorite color?’” Sophie smiled a little. “She would fry my brain with questions about you. Sometimes Gideon would joke that she loved you more than she did anyone else.”

Jesse looked at the portrait more meaningfully. Who was this girl who had longed to meet him? How is it fair that she never got to? That he never knew anything about her? It felt so wrong to him, so painfully cruel.

“If I had known someone had liked me so, perhaps I would have made more of an effort to escape.”

He could see Sophie turn to look at him through his peripheral vision, though he glued his eyes to the portrait, not wanting to look at her.

“We all loved you, Jesse. Gideon and Gabriel were desperate to meet you when you were born. We wanted nothing more than to take you with us the first time we met you and every other time we caught even just a glimpse of you.”

Jesse managed to peel his eyes off of the portrait because he didn’t want to seem rude, especially after Sophie and Gideon had insisted on him staying in their home. He offered her a half smile.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For caring.”

Sophie’s eyes softened considerably.

And though they had never met properly before a couple of days prior, after that moment, Sophie and Jesse had shared a mutual affection for one another that only grew each day.

Is this what it’s like to have a mother? Jesse thought. Is a mother supposed to be someone who makes me happy just by walking into the room? Someone to what to tell your troubles to? Though Jesse hasn’t done it, he felt an urge to do so. And he has a feeling that if he did, Sophie would listen and offer advice that would most likely make him think of course! but at the same time, not feel foolish for not having thought of it before.

However, Jesse felt conflicted about how to act around Gideon. He’d never had a father, nor any sort of significant male figure present in his life for that matter. He had had a mother, however cruel she may have been. But he didn’t have the slightest idea on how men treated each other. He didn’t know how to talk to him.

Jesse looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He had to shave like he did every morning. He got the bar of soap and put some of the suds on his cheek. He got a pocket knife and began the chore that was shaving. The only good thing about being a ghost had been that he didn’t have to shave every morning.

“Jesse?” He heard someone call. He startled, causing the blade of the knife to slip, making a cut on his cheek. He flinched and washed off the soap that was making his cut sting. Thankfully the knife was blunt enough that the cut was very shallow.

“Yes?” He asked.

Jesse saw Gideon outside the bathroom door, that he had left slightly ajar.

“We wanted to know if you wished to—are you all right?”

Jesse nodded.

“You’re bleeding,” Gideon said. His eyes caught sight of the knife in Jesse’s hand and his eyes widened.

“Oh right, yes I was just, having trouble erm, shaving.”

Gideon’s horrified expression turned into one of confusion. “Shaving?”

Now Jesse was confused. Surely Gideon shaved, did he not? Otherwise wouldn’t he have a beard?

“Erm, yes. Shaving.”

“With a knife?”

Jesse looked down at his knife. “With what else?”

Gideon’s mouth opened slightly, as if appalled and then, after a beat, closed.

“I shall be right back.” He said. “Just, please put away that knife and stay here.”

Jesse furrowed his eyebrows but did as he was told.

Sure enough, Gideon came back after a short while with a box in his hand. He placed it on the bathroom countertop and pulled out a strange looking stick of some sort.

“This is a razor.” Gideon explained.

…

“There you go,” Gideon said and Jesse ran the razor down his cheek.

He was a quick learner. Gideon only had to explain how to shave once, and it was enough for Jesse to understand. Save a couple of times where he almost shaved upwards, Jesse shaved flawlessly, not cutting himself once. Well, save the cut with the pocketknife.

Gideon couldn’t believe Jesse had even managed to shave with the dull blade.

“Make sure to rinse it off a little,” Gideon said.

Jesse did as he was told. “I can’t believe this contraption exists.” He said. “And that I didn’t know about it.”

Gideon would have laughed if it didn’t make him incredibly sad. How could Tatiana not think to teach her son about shaving? She’d seen her brothers do it plenty of times.

Or perhaps it wasn’t that, if not the fact that she didn’t let them help her in raising Jesse. He watched the slight grin on Jesse's face as he shaved with the razor and wondered what other things he didn’t know how to do because nobody had ever taught him. Gideon was almost sure Jesse didn’t know how to tie a tie.

He knew Jesse felt uneasy around him and Gabriel. It took him back many years ago, when he had first met Sophie. How her breath had quickened those first couple of training sessions when he came too close, or how her eyes were constantly darting between himself and Gabriel. It broke his heart then and it broke his heart now when he saw Jesse act similarly, replacing fear with uncertainty.

“Now do I just wash it off, Uncle Gideon?”

Gideon looked up. “Yes, that should be it. That was an extremely good first attempt, Jess.”

Jesse looked surprised at the nickname. Gideon hadn't intended on calling him that, it had just slipped out of him. Before he could feel regret however, he saw that Jesse was looking at him with wonder and a slight smile playing on the corners of his lips.

Gideon smiled back.

Sophie and Cecily would comment on the fact that most of the Lightwood men shared what they called the Lightwood smile; Gideon, Gabriel and Thomas all shared the same smile: a slight upturn of the corners of their lips, almost imperceptible if one wasn’t familiar with it. It was subtle.

Gideon had never seen it until he saw Jesse smile and it reminded him of Gabriel, years ago, when they were still boys. At the same time, he thought of Thomas, because that was his son’s smile as well.

Gideon had never felt more connected to Jesse than he had at that moment. He was grateful he was finally able to have a meaningful relationship with his nephew and hoped that he could teach him the things his father never could.

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alexanderlightweight · 2 years ago

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Happy Wednesday!

What about trophy husband/sugar baby alec for a prompt? (I know it's not too far off what you just posted, so I hope it's different enough to interest you)

Have a good one

Hey! Thanks I did in fact have a good day! And lots of fun prompts like this one: I hope you enjoy it!

—

Alec frowns as he contemplates the pendant, though he doesn’t bother looking at the price. Magnus has plenty of mundane currency and Alec has a great deal of the Lightwood fortune and his own money.

“Oh, something catch your eye?” Magnus asks him and Alec nods without really thinking about it. “That one.” Alec says because Magnus is being very sweet and patient but Alec also knows Magnus gets antsy if they don’t find at least one thing Alec likes in each store.

It’s like Magnus doesn’t understand that Alec derives pleasure from seeing Magnus enjoy himself; not actually shopping himself.

But it’s not Alec’s job to judge Magnus, it’s his honor and pleasure to support Magnus and show him that Alec loves him, everything else is just a bonus.

A bonus that also involves a lot of mundanes.

Unfortunately.

“Sir, this pendant is five thousand dollars in its current form and you want to… rework it?” Alec sighs and is about to give up when an arm wraps around his waist and a chin hooks over his shoulder.

“Mr. Bane!” She gasps out and gives Alec a confused look, “and this is your—?” She trails off leadingly and is clearly surprised, though Alec doesn’t get why when she recognizes Magnus.

“Just his.” Alec says because he can’t deal with the exhaustion of mundanes knowing him. There’s a dark chuckle against his ear and Alec doesn’t get why the woman is suddenly stuttering and blushing and grabbing the pendant and going to the back.

“Is this yet another necklace you’re going to slip into my jewelry despite knowing I can tell each time?” Magnus rumbles against his back and Alec leans back, trying to chase away his pending headache with his boyfriend’s presence.

“No.” Alec mutters because his head feels tighter the longer they stand there, in a room that smells too strongly of perfume and the stench of prey.

He turns and wraps his arms around Magnus, burrowing into Magnus’ neck to hide from the migraine burrowing into his skulls

“My poor darling,” Magnus soothes and he presses cool, magical kisses to Alec’s jaw. “I’ll get you home soon, alright?”

“Lunch—“ Alec mutters because they canceled yesterday due to a sewer rift and he wants to sit with Magnus in a country far from the one they’re in.

“Alexander, I’m not sure—“

“It was a promise, Magnus.” Alec reminds him, because it was a promise and Alec couldn’t keep it but Magnus is too generous sometimes. “We’re going to Italy. Tonight. Or I’ll call Cat for a lift and go without you.” It’s an empty threat because Alec is going nowhere without Magnus, but it does the job because Magnus laughs and kisses his forehead again.

“Alright, my Alexander. I’ll take you to Italy tonight.” Magnus says and Alec nods against his chest, because good.

Magnus is much better at keeping promises. So Alec is sure they’ll get there. And Magnus has been craving that one shop’s ossobuco and bread.

“But if you make me eat pasta while I’m this tired and then judge my noodle skills I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“Isn’t that just self-punishment?”

“You always end up carrying me into bed once I’m asleep anyways Magnus, does it really matter?”

“Oh my god.” Alec hears and he ignores it because it’s not a demon it’s a mundane and the deal is that Magnus gets the… honor of dealing with them.

“Wrap it for me.” Magnus says in a politely cool tone. There’s no danger but Alec can tell he doesn’t like something but then Magnus adds, “what was it for darling?”

And Alec murmurs, “it matches your eyes. I’m going to take it to that little stall in the Brooklyn shadow market, the one that does commissions. I need something that reminds me of you to deal with clave meetings, Magnus. And they won’t let me bring you.”

And Magnus snorts and says, not to Alec, “the bracelets on that rack as well, and the order I put in a month ago, if you please. And then we’ll be leaving.”

—

Alec doesn’t think anything of it. Magnus kisses his headache away and hand feeds him food in a private courtyard so that there’s no need for Alec to fail at eating this tired.

They go back nearly a month later and there’s more employees, a lot of customers and a complete and utter silence when Magnus walks in, his hand on the small of Alec’s back.

And then they converge like a school of uneducated piranhas.

“Oh for—“ and Alec ducks away from Magnus’ hand and goes over to the champagne counter and takes a whole tray.

The server starts to say something and Alec looks between the server and Magnus, and then snorts when the server just nods.

Alec drains three of them and takes the last two over, one in each hand. He passes one to Magnus and gives his best, politically bland and false smile that he can.

The one he used on Lorenzo.

“Babe—“ Alec says, letting his hand linger like he’s refusing to give the drink until Magnus leans forward and kisses him.

And Magnus magicks the drink into something more potent under the protection of their joined hands.

“Thank you my love.” Magnus says and that causes a bunch of gasps and titters and Alec nods and leaves again.

Except this time he’s being followed by several young men — Magnus calls them twinks — and some girls who look even more delicate than Simon when Alec first met him.

“Can I help you?” He asks from where he’s looking at an amber ring that looks like the color of Magnus’ unglamoured eyes when he’s angry.

“Spill!”

“What’s it like? How did you bag him?”

And Alec frowns because he is not going to spill anything and he did not bag Magnus. That would require Magnus needing a body bag and Alec is going to die before he lets that happen.

“What?” Alec asks, hoping to somehow interpret what’s being said.

“Where did you meet?” One asks and she’s staring at Alec like Magnus sometimes stares at steak when he’s running low on magic.

“His club.” Alec says; because that’s true enough and Pandemonium has a mundane section.

And Alec is really unsure how much he can tell mundanes. This isn’t supposed to be his problem.

“My brother‘s girlfriend had a problem and they both kind of lost their common sense? And Magnus had part of the solution and was part of the problem, so it sort of just—“ and Alec waves a hand, “worked out.”

He’s given several wide-eyed looks and he doesn’t get one dude’s murmur of, “oh my god.”

It’s like they’ve had a realization.

Alec had no idea what they think they’ve understood.

“I’m going to go look at—“ and he squints across the room, “garnets. Nice to meet you.” He gets the last lie out of his mouth and hurries to the garnets.

Magnus has been expressing his enjoyment for Alec wearing jewelry and Alec aims to please… and avoid mundanes.

—

“How did he read that from here?” Isley asks, her eyes lingering on the tall, delectable man walking away on long, long legs.

“No idea.” And Jamie is also looking at Magnus’ Bane’s sugar baby wistfully. “Is it bad if I don’t know if I want to be him or fuck him?”

“Oh mood—“ Isley says even though she’s perfectly happy as a lesbian. “It’s the Magnus Bane effect, though normally his flavor-of-the-month isn’t so… permanent. Or doted on.”

“So what, you think his family got mixed into something shady? They made a deal with Bane for a better ending and Bane decided to go with the brother when they couldn't pay up?”

“I don’t know, Bane doesn’t seem quite the type. But what do I actually know about the guy?” Jamie huffs sulkily, “I wonder if Bane and his boy do threesome.”

There is a shattering of glass and they look over, paling to see Bane there.

Far closer than he used to be and inconveniently in ear range.

There is a cold, dark look on his face as he accepts the silk cloth hastily taken from a display by an attendee and casually wipes the glass from his hands.

Litter crystal shards are pulverized about him on the floor, and there isn’t a scratch on him.

“We do not.” Bane is saying and his voice is the temptation of molting coals. Danger is there and you know it but you want to lean closer and touch. “No one touches my boy, as you called him. Because he is mine.” And as Bane’s sugar baby comes over with a scowl and a stack of boxes they all see how the deadly rage swirls into an inferno of dangerous adoration. “And I am his.”

And they watch as Bane’s boy kisses Bane’s check, his scowl softening until he sees them and then he rolls his big hazel eyes and mutters something.

“Yes I agree.” Bane is saying, “I think we have rather overstayed. Lunch in Paris, darling? Or perhaps dinner by the time we get there?”

And Isley wonders what she has to do in life to get someone like Magnus Bane.

“We went to Paris last week—“ Bane is told, like it’s normal to say no to sporadic global trips, “I’d rather go back to Hokkaido. I didn’t get to see pikas last time, Magnus. I was promised pikas.”

“Then pikas you shall have,” Bane says like denying Paris to go look at whatever a pika makes sense. Perhaps we’ll stop by Germany first, I think you’d like their brats.” And then under his breath they all hear Magnus add, “and if not we’ll just go to Sweden instead.”

Isley gives up and abandons Jamie and the others and goes and face plants in the lovely, cushioning embrace of her partner's chest.

“It’s not fair.” She wails, voice thankfully muffled, “I don’t even like men!” And her hair is being petted as the woman comforting her laughs.

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