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kairukitsuneo · 11 months ago

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Idea from @compaculaaa and co-writing presents::

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What if TFA ULTRA MAGNUS SURVIVES

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⚠️⚠️Heavy Angst, Major Character Death⚠️⚠️

💠Based on context from Trial of Megatron (Pt 1) from TFNation💠

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After handing over the Magnus Hammer to his chosen successor, Ultra Magnus vents, as if a heavy burden has just lift off his weak spark. Abruptly, his internal gears shift and give out, forcing a few of his vital parts to cease in operation.

It's a matter of time before his spark slowly extinguished.

Frightfully, Ultra Magnus searches for the comfort of his lover. There is something, something important to tell him! Alas, nothing moves under his command, not a single digit nor a quiver of his lip plates.

A worried look shoots from Alpha Trion. The older bot senses something is wrong, yet fails to see the turmoils his loved one is battling. Until it is far too late, and Alpha watches with growing panic as Ultra's optic slowly dims down.

The blue helm tilts to the side as if losing all of its weight of life. His active read-out is going unstable and almost flat lines, warranting an emergency aid. Ratchet and Red Alert rush in to assist Perceptor.

"Please save him," Alpha begs, "you have to, please!"

"We will do what we can," Perceptor reassures.

Alpha can only stand by helplessly, darting optics at the busy medics who hurriedly hook Ultra Magnus with more equipment to stabilise his vital. Cables over cables have gruesomely plugs into the bigger body, obscuring the beautiful face he worried for. A blue servo gently put on his clenched fist he had no recollection of doing so. The nervous young bot who is shaken up too, yet selflessly try to comfort the older mech first.

Suddenly, Perceptor calls Alpha Trion and Optimus over by the berth. Optimus hopefully asked, "Is Ultra Magnus alright now?"

"There is nothing we can do," Perceptor's emotionless voice cut down all hope.

Alpha's expression goes blank, as if he is ignoring what he doesn't want to hear. He walks towards the berth, looking at his dearest, who quietly sleeps as though it is a normal daily routine. "Oh Ultra, look at you, you look just tired," the elderly whispers lovingly, "I'm sure you will be chirpy once you rested well!"

Optimus frowns and looks at the others for help with the situation. Weirdly, others say nothing. Ultra Magnus remains attentively "listening" to his lover's stories. And at his last moments, they all who huddle by his berth, silently watching as he slowly fades away.

"He just falls into a recharge, right?" Alpha asks, more of persuading himself than asking the questions.

"I'm sorry, Alpha Trion." Ratchet regretfully informs, avoiding optic contact with the pleading ones, "he has gone offline."

Like a heavy blow to his processor, Alpha Trion stumbles and falls backwards. Luckily, Optimus reacts fast enough to catch him and guides him to be seated. He watches in a daze as everything moves slowly around him; Ratchet and Red Alert remove the spark supporting equipment and cables from Ultra Magnus; Perceptor declares the offline time of the deceased. Alpha Trion hazily shakes his helm, repeatedly murmurs,

No no no this can't be happening!

And he continues to deny the whole thing in his head, thinking it is just a bad dream, or maybe Ultra's vitals will spring back up at the last moment.

But all colours have already drained from the familiar face he once knew. The warmth no longer holds its meaning on the cold and hard chassis. The grey, motionless, and quiet shell, is what's left of his lover.

"We shall prepare for the funeral," Perceptor leads everyone else out of the room, including the concerning Optimus.

As Alpha looks at the grayed corpse of his beloved, now in the optic of no one. He falls to his knees, holding Ultra's servos in his, the servo that was severed from his body.

Finally it sinks in, and he comes to terms with the fact that Ultra Magnus is gone now.

This...this is too unjust. Why take away such a kind and sweet spark from him? The good mech had done nothing wrong and always be there for his people as he leads the Autobots. He protected and saved many of our kinds. Why did fate have to be so cruel to him?

Cleansing tears fall from his optics as he swears at the ill fate, at All-Spark or even Primus for the injustice, until he can cry no more tears.

Tiredly, Alpha lowers his helm, carefully taking a good look at the face he has looked upon many, many times. The smiling face of his; the soulful and longing gaze of his; the angry childish pout of his; One last time, he commits them one by one into his deepest memory banks.

Oh, his beloved, his dearest and precious.

He had to let go now.

"I will love you, for eternity until my spark joins you with the All-Spark."

A final love confession whispers from Alpha's lips as he moves closer and plants a goodbye kiss on the grey ones.

Unnoticed by Alpha's dimmed optics, vivid light shines from within Ultra Magnus' ashy chassis, filling the space between them with a sharp beam of hope. And almost immediately, his colour returns at his core, spreading across his frame and servos like a miracle paint.

Alpha feels his chasis burning hot like a sun. Confusingly, he wants to step back and investigate. But his lips instantly capture by another pair of lively lips.

"Mmh Ultra?" Even through muffled mouth, it doesn't hide the excitement and surprise in Alpha's voicebox. He wants to remain hopeful. To believe what's happening right now.

Alpha kisses again and again, verifying the warmth he felt is not an illusion or glitch. And each kiss is replied with increasing heat of love. Alpha's spark joyously throbs, sensing the pulsing of another spark, as their thread of bond reforming with each intimacy. Finally, he calms down and meets with the bright blue optics in front of him.

"Is it really you? Ultra?"

"Yes, my sweetspark." Ultra smiles devotedly at his love, lifting his uninjured servos to caress the teary cheeks.

They exchange no more words and pull deep into a passionate steamy kiss again. Alpha doesn't want to waste a klik to savour this reunion after what he has agonisingly gone through.

No more big surprises, except for the crowd at the door standing in shock that demands an explanation.

#transformers #ultrion #ultra magnus x alpha trion #tfa ultra magnus #tfa alpha trion #kairu writes #co writing with compaculaaa #for compaculaaa #heavy angst #major character death #angst #angst with happy ending #fanfic #maccadams

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alexanderlightweight · 2 years ago

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Wednesday Prompt: timetravel with both Alec and Magnus returning to the start of their journey. By this time however Alec has been married to Magnus for years, and led the Clave for years. Meaning he no longer defines his worth through his family and he demands the respect he deserves. His „they cannot have been that bad“ nostalgic view on the terrible three and reality clash quite badly, resulting in quite a lot of change to the timeline and a lot of forced growing up for the trio.

here we go! i hope you enjoy this! thank you for the lovely prompt!

lumine

Perhaps, if they weren’t soul bonded, Alec could have been convinced it was a dream.

That’s what everyone else thinks.

That he reacted violently when he woke up from his fever because of a dream and the medics say it’s natural. That his temperature was dangerously high for a nephilim and that they weren’t sure he’d make it.

If it weren’t for Magnus, Alec might believe them, but no one and nothing can convince him that what he has with Magnus doesn’t still exist.

He’s seen stranger things than the tantrums of time and while it’s strange to walk the Institute’s halls in a body so much different from the one he’s used to; he knows it’s real.

Alec sees a young, alive Izzy and Jace and while his heart leaps to see them again and so youthful, there is something far more important.

So, he nods and keeps his face blank and gets rid of them as fast as he can, pleasantly surprised at how easily they back off and let him rest.

The moment they’re gone, Alec is using his stele to carve a series of secret runes. The Commander of an Institute is privileged to know the secrets of their home and Alec isn’t surprised when the passage opens up.

Finding Magnus loft should be difficult, but Alec’s never found an easier path to walk. His feet lead him past wards that sing when they touch him and a door that opens before he raises his hand to knock.

A shockwave of magic knocks him back but the wards catch him. Alec stares because Cat and who he recognizes must be Ragnor are both violently struggling to contain Magnus.

The shockwave wasn’t an attack or defense, but a backlash of their magic against Magnus. The three of their magics are struggling not to hurt each other and Magnus’ magic seems torn.

As if Magnus can’t bring himself to hurt his friends, but that letting them keep him contained is torturing him.

Cat is crying and so is Ragnor and Alec knows instantly that Magnus must have also had a fever. If Cat and Ragnor were healing him and here when he woke, they would have been compelled to stop him.

Because Alec knows that Magnus would have said fuck to the timeline, to the clave, to the world and come to him.

Which would mean they’re stopping Magnus from what they probably assume is a fever-induced attack on the clave.

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Magnus is ready to do very stupid things if it means breaking free from the hold Cat and Ragnor have on him until a fourth energy presses against the barrier.

Magnus’ magic croons, delight in every particle of it as it presses harder, a possessive need fueling it.

“Alexander—” Magnus demands quietly because his vice his hoarse from screaming and his boy comes to him. Not even Cat and Ragnor’s combined magic can compare to the desire that Magnus magic has to be reunited with Alec.

The minute he has his beloved, his darling Alexander back in his arms, everything goes still.

Magnus isn’t aware of the flashes of blue and gold that dance between them, only that he has Alexander pressed against him and can feel him again.

“Alexander, you must never leave my side again,” Magnus orders him because he can’t bear it. From the way Alexander’s arms tighten like bands of platinum around him at the thought, his boy agrees.

As their bond settles back into place, Magnus sighs in contentment as his control returns back, his magic, — all of it that he gained as sole sovereign of Edom — returns to him.

With their magic slowly dissipating, Cat and Ragnor hover around him and Magnus loves them, but he doesn’t trust these versions of his dear family with Alexander just yet.

So, he wraps ward after ward around his boy as Alexander presses close and breathes him in.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters au

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totheidiot · 10 months ago

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intro post :)))

hm okay so most basic information about meee. the name is arian, my pronouns are strictly he/him. i am a sex-averse asexual (not sex-repulsed. keep that in mind because i do interact with suggestive content like a sex joke or a smut fanfiction sometimes. so be wary of that please !!). also on the arospec, specifically panromantic. i like to write A Lot and you will know from my posts. i am regrettably not a funny person either. hmm i think that's all !!

fandoms !

stranger things - all posts tagged under #the monster show that got really popular - don't exactly post so much about it? you might see this tag only when i might be engaging with my st mutuals or when i post a fanfiction update

the magnus archives - all posts tagged under #rusty quill presents: this man has too many eyes. - a tag you shall see very often !! have not begun s5 (will touch that probably, next month?) but got hugely spoilered for it.

the magnus protocol - all posts tagged under #rusty quill presents: the lack of eyes is causing me unease. - i am in the place with most of the fandom ! waiting for the next episode that is.

the goldfinch - all posts tagged under #the gay bird book - you will probably never see it now, still worth checking out my old posts? i don't even remember if they were good or not.

the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy - all posts tagged under #crash into the 42nd answer - live laugh love 80s sci-fi comedy series that forever changed my style of humor.

death note - all posts tagged under #something about death and a notebook. or whatever. she dies of diarrhea in three minutes. - enjoy the lawlight brainrot.

tags !

#🍂 arian's shit : all text post that i wrote myself ! every post i didn't reblog, all of that !! even some reblogs are tagged with this if i add a lot of my own thoughts to another post.

#🪐 arian's asks : my replies to asks i get :) anons are tagged with #those who have no name and the hate anons are tagged with #those who deserve no name i only got one hate anon even that was in my old blog but it's best to be prepared ! if it's not an anon ask, i will tag it with the asker's username or if they are mutual, they get a special tag !

#📷 arian's friends <33 : all the interaction with my mutuals and friends <3

#📝 arian writes fanfiction : pretty self explanatory !! all the times i mention my fanfiction !

☁ arian's very complicated and strange dreams : a very miscellaneous tag ! basically talking about my dreams

#🌌 arian contemplates his universe : textposts written by me that are not really connected to a specific fandom. posts might get a bit personal/random/vent-y

fanfiction !

the goldfinch

things we don't talk about . : xandra hears strange, loud and suspicious noises from theo’s bedroom. upon closer inspection, she discovers that boris is staying the night. the next morning, she confronts them about it. 1/1 , tw references to alcohol, implications of underage sex, internalized homophobia. not my best work at all, but you can read this one !!

six of crows

a fool's game : modern era hs au where the crows are hired by their principal van eck to steal the rival school fjerda high's mascot before the games. 6/? abandoned. tws of six of crows really. don't read this one, abandoned and i don't know how to even feel about this.

stranger things

i got your letter (hope you feel better than i do) : will gets sent a series of anonymous love letters in his locker. mike's been awfully quiet about this. 2/2, tw internalized homophobia. i don't really like this one but it's been very well-received so you can give this shot if you !

your apparition passes through me : that's the masterpost, everything you need to know :)) DO read this one, this is still very much ongoing <3

we both matter (don't we?) : mike asks max if she could go to California with him on spring break. that sounds like a bad idea, but she goes for it. el is unhappy in lenora; she is not in love with one of her first friends, but she is painfully in love with the certain red-haired skateboarder girl, who makes her laugh. 1/2 i have no idea if there will be a continuation? this was really good in my opinion, kind of sucks that it didn't get any love :((

upcoming !

stranger things

two byler fanfiction, both coincidentally i'll be co-writing with mutuals :). one of them is a eeaao au, written with @qulizalfos and the other is very longfic, slightly crack fic written with @iamtheoneandonlyever that documents mike and will's life from college, all the way to their fifties.

the magnus archives

আমি তো চক্ষুর বস্ত্র ধরে / দেখতে পাই অতীত, ভবিষ্যত, পৃথিবীর অধ্যাত্ম। : a character study of jonathan sims, before being the Archivist. all written entirely in bangla, bangladeshi!jon obviously, a focus on his language, his grandmother and his culture. only like two people in the fandom probably can read this.

here are my side-blogs :)) : @incaseimakeit-daily and @16-04-16-daily . also, credits for the dividers goes to @//saradika-graphics :))

#🍂 arian's shit

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im-out-of-it · 2 months ago

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season 2, episode 1 “this guilty blood” discussion post (and this is going to be hella long)

it’s a new season so I’m back on my bullshit

1. we open up with an unnecessary CLACE scene. it’s been barely five minutes and I need a fucking Advil

2. on the bright side, clary’s hair is A LOT BETTER. I didn’t mind the thin long hair but the thicker not bright orange hair suits her much better (and hey, I said something nice!!!!! see I’m not always a hateful bitch) (also not sure what episode this is)

3. I don’t even know what season that is and I took longer than I wanted to but I think this style suits her better. and look, I don’t hate the actress and I think she’s beautiful but if someone is an absolute self conceited, loathsome dick then they are automatically ugly to me (jace, Will, almost any herondale basically)

4. also the CGI is soooooooo much better and I also love how the swords light up. they look more authentic and I’m such a daggers type of person SO I LOVE THIS

5. and just to give an example, this is last season. the swords ⚔️ looked like plastic and Alec’s bow and quiver looked fine but they also get a little bit more of a metallic upgrade and Izzy’s whip was also fine too

6. even Alec’s bows get an upgrade and don’t mind the gay side step

7. anyways I got off track but jace is dreaming of his sis clary and their undying love for one another I guess

8. this is so twisted but imagine how amused Valentine is at jace and clary believing his every word. like you have to be a dumbass to believe that the girl who looks nothing like you is your sister. but then again, they are both insufferable and self conceited so siblings unite

9. thinking about the bad cgi in season one, let’s be real for a second. the only thing appealing about season one is Malec buildup, alec, magnus, Izzy, Simon, and Raphael. so in a way, it’s still very much fun to watch but no one wants the incessant CLACE shit so it has its drawbacks

10. Valentine humiliating jace in front of everyone while he fantasizes running away with his sister lmao

11. the opening titles also get an upgrade

12. point is, everything gets an upgrade besides jace and clary and their bullshit and personalities

13. Lydia is back

14. I’m glad they brought Lydia back. I wish they kept her on longer. her stepping aside for Alec to finally be free to make his choices and be happier and not be the upset side piece was everything. even when she was gone, I would hope she and Alec remained friends

15. Magnus: the clave, not helping, is that THAT SHOCKING? 16. and no one saying anything to Magnus like y’all know how your clave works lmao

17. Magnus gets an upgrade. and it’s always so crazy to me how it’s Harry all three seasons because season one Magnus and season two Magnus ARE SO DIFFERENT AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME THEY ARE NOT. (I always have a soft spot for season one mags)

18. Magnus: all I can do is try babe but please don’t yell at me

19. someone tell me again why jace is worth all of this because if he were my parabatai and I had my freedom, I’d tell that fucker to get lost and never bother me again. like isn’t it weird that you’re stuck with one parabatai for life? what if you thought they were decent and they ended up being a suffocating dick? you can’t even start over?????? GAME IVER BITCHES!!!!!! I think that’s wild as fuck

20. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to. I’m still the head of this institute”- Lydia. not for long girl 😭

21. just let Alec have a temper tantrum first. he went through hell in season one (basically the same but Magnus looks so upset so I’m upset)

22. Magnus: excuse the fuck out of me love but I’m not the problem here

23. I know I support Alec a lot because he is one half of my fav but the way he’s treating Magnus in this episode is unreal and uncalled for. he wouldn’t want Magnus treating him like that. and Alec’s behavior is a perfect example of “just because you’re stressed or going through something, it doesn’t give you the right to take it out on others” but don’t be mad at Alec- because at least he shows change and betters himself

24. no one said it would be easy to be together 😬 but the way they both treat his outburst, it’s sooooooo well done

25. Magnus: why am I being punished babe?

26. I’m sorry but Magnus looks sad as fuck so that makes me equally sad as fuck

27. I FORGOT THIS BITCH EXISTED (both of them honestly)

28. I mean what did Jocelyn expect? for everyone to stop living while she was sleeping away?????? (this doesn’t happen in the exact scene but whatever be nice to me please)

29. “All I ever wanted to do was protect you.”- Jocelyn. okay but that doesn’t mean that clary should have been undefended for years and not know about her history and shit. I can’t stand clary but what did Jocelyn expect but to spring it on her on clary’s 18th birthday???? it’s no wonder clary is so undisciplined. Jocelyn cared more about being her daughters friend than being a mother. there are ways Jocelyn could have told clary the truth without forcing a decision on her and protecting her as well

30. I want to add this since I couldn’t find it when I was doing my recap. only time jace says this is when he needs something from Alec:

31. I still wish Alec would’ve done a lot of thinking and decided if jace was worthy being in his life or not but it’s always hE’s My PaRaBaTai

32. Clary: by the way I know about my brother and I’m in love with him mom

33. Jocelyn: ah shit the math is not mathing

34. here comes the showdown with Malecs first official fight

36. MAGNUS LOOKS SO FUCKING SAD

37. Magnus: sorry I don’t want you to die babe

38. is he though??? I just want to ask- how important is jace really? how valuable is he to Alec? these are the questions I wish we could get answers to. I just wanted Alec to sit his ass down and really think how and why jace matters to him and I don’t want to hear parabatai because I can’t think of any other reason why jace is a necessity to Alec. what has jace done for Alec that would make him necessary to be in his life? has he made him happy? caused him joy? because from the looks of the last season, all jace did was irritate alec and make him feel as if he didn’t matter (just my take)

39. this was such a low point for Alec to get to. his anger with Jace and how he’s treating Magnus is uncalled for. I’m an alec stan but Alec went WAY TOO FAR. but what I love about Alec is accountability. he is snapping now but I love how both Magnus and Alec call each other out for problematic behavior. but it’s for real shitty for Alec to throw this in Magnus’s face- a decision he made FOR HIMSELF. he didn’t do that for Magnus. he did that so he could be free of expectations and finally be openly gay. Magnus did not deserve that!!!!!!

40. IM SAD BECAUSE MAGNUS IS SAD like he’s really thinking is he for fucking real????? I made a gif and it’s bad because I didn’t really care how it got made but I’m not that wonderful lmao

I’m stopping at 40 for now but will be doing part 2 later probably- at least I think- actually probably tomorrow if I’m being honest

#anti cassandra clare #anti cc #just my stupid opinions #alec lightwood #magnus bane #anti jace herondale #anti clary fray #shadowhunters tv #show alec is superior #anti clace #show magnus is superior #show malec is superior #because I know jace is not worth it #lowkey irritates me how they make jace this thing that Alec thinks he needs #you don’t need him alec #putting anti cc on all show shadowhunter posts because i don’t want an pro book fans hating on my shit #shadowhunter show is superior

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 2 years ago

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Burn - a Magnus Archives fic

An AU Somewhere Else - part of the Magnus Monsterverse series.

Spoilers for the whole podcast.

There's a lot to take in.

Jon is doing his best...

And so is Timothy Stoker.

AO3

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I had only been free for a month and change.

It didn’t feel like a month and change. A thousand years felt like nothing, like one bad night’s sleep, filled with unpleasant dreams and little rest. A month and change, on the other hand—of physical therapy (because maybe I needed it?); of long, confusing tests: of questions I could not answer; of a hospital bed and beeping sounds; of learning to walk again like a normal person instead of some lurching beast; of communicating and speaking as an I and not a We or It…

That felt like a thousand years.

I dozed a little on Martin’s shoulder on the way back. Was it actual sleep? I wasn’t sure; I hadn’t been able to sleep during the apocalypse, and I certainly had not for centuries as floating eyeballs.

But this was… this was good.

Peace.

Martin rested his head on mine. I think we both rested.

Jared opened the car door. “Like a couple of cats, right? I’d leave you in there, but I got places to be.”

His weird Corruption hookup. Well, whatever floated his boat. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. 'S nice to see.” He shrugged. “Lonely and Eye. Wouldn’a predicted it.”

He was hoping he could find this same togetherness, though Flesh and Corruption were often at odds. He found this person quite attractive, and they made him laugh, and never made him feel stupid or crass, and—

What are you doing? I asked the Eye, who was showing me this, who wasn’t trying to give me all of Jared’s mind and life story, but certainly more than I could know on my own.

Romance! It wordlessly informed me.

(Its delight was known to me. Known like the sound of my voice from inside my own head.)

This wasn’t new. I’d thought it was because interacting with this as myself was new, but It had been… like this… for at least a few years.

Funny. I hadn’t been afraid of the Eye in a very long time; whatever we’d reached in my doomed world, though wicked, had been… good, at least for me. Should I be afraid now? Was there a point? It almost seemed absurd to be afraid of the One who kept me so carefully for so long in the only way It knew how.

“Thanks,” said Martin, and tucked me under his arm as we headed back between the rectangles.

Just my luck—Jane wasn’t outside anymore. “Does Leitner own all of this?”

“I genuinely don’t know?” said Martin. “I don’t even know how he made money again when they came through here. For all I know, he pod-peopled his alternate self in this place.”

“Pod-people?”

“Jon—”

I chortled. “I understood. I’m teasing you.”

“Oh, I see,” he said, sounding far too pleased by my machinations. “So I’ll have to go more modern, then. Face Off, maybe?”

The Eye plastered strange images in my head of Nicolas Cage and John Travolta being increasingly bizarre, and I stuttered. “What in blazes did you just reference?”

“We’re watching it tonight,” he said with fiendish delight. “Popcorn and everything.”

I laughed, face against his arm. “Must we?”

Martin kissed me. “Human activities. It’s a good choice.”

And heaven help me, I tried to flirt. “I’ll give you human activities.” I sounded like a moron, and my face went hot.

He started giggling.

I muttered, “I don’t think that’s how flirting works.”

“Only the best kind,” he said, still snickering, and brought me inside.

He’d done beautiful things with the rectangle that was his flat.

Painted the walls like sea, with frothing waves near the ceiling, and such fine detail in color progression and distant bubbles that, for a moment, my breath was taken away. I felt enveloped, out to sea, gloriously free. Incredible.

“Oh!” I breathed.

“Mike helped me,” he said, popping off his shoes, walking over thick and lovely throw rugs that somehow seemed like sea floor. “It’s a little more Vast than I wanted, but it still feels like home.”

I’d found his gills. I’d kissed them. They were delicate, sensitive. “Do you wish you still lived in the sea?”

“Well, yes and no. Yeah, because of course I do, no, because I’d never come out again. I’d be lost.”

Even his bulb choices were perfect—no harsh lighting, but gentle, like sun diffused through water. And… “It’s so quiet.”

“Oh—yes, the Lukases helped with that.”

“The Lukases!”

He sighed. “They paid for soundproofing in the walls. Sort of said I’m an honorary member, or whatever.”

“Wait just a damn minute. I was told they didn’t have the big groups here—the Magnus institute, Solus Shipping, Pinnacle Aerospace, all of it.”

“Sure, but there’s still the Lukas family, who’s a lot friendlier than they were, and also a lot more religious?”

“ More religious? Please don’t tell me they fund Leitner.”

“Oh, no, he’s got no backers—he’s rich on his own, though I don’t know how.”

“But the Lukases?”

“They sought me out. Offered me their home.”

I stared at him.

He had his back to me, fussing with a bookshelf.

“Are… they didn’t hurt you?”

“No. Anyone Lonely is family to them.”

“That’s literally the opposite of how that works.”

“You know that, and I know that. They’re not the same.”

I tried to picture this and could not. “I don’t know what to make of this,” I admitted.

“We’re all here,” he said, suddenly turning to me. “Trapped here, saved and brought here… trying to make it work after we made the worst decision any of us ever could have.” And he looked so vulnerable, eyes shiny. “Given what we all did, none of us deserved that second chance. You know that, don’t you?”

“Deeply,” I whispered.

“So we all find a way to make it work here. And we all have one another’s back here. Jane makes sure that we aren’t spied on—her little creatures check all the walls all the time, all the wires, the plumbing, everything. Callum Brodie uses his shadow creatures to make sure that none of us are followed. And—”

“Brodie?”

“A seriously depressed teenager now, but we’re helping him.”

“He was alone,” I whispered. “A child.”

“Being fed on by the Dark. Yes.”

I shook my head. “But Leitner knew when we left the complex.”

“Yes, we let him have that—a general camera in the courtyard, observing when we leave the buildings. It’s a compromise.”

I stared. “This is why no one knows how to respond to me yet,” I said. “They don’t know if I’m… part of this… this…”

“Found family. That’s the term. And by gods, none of us deserve to have found it, but we’re here. We’re here.” Tears spilled down his cheeks, dampening his collar.

I came to him, then. Came to him in his ocean apartment and held him tight, compressing, keeping, protecting (yes We would do anything to save him), and he sobbed on my shoulder, and I didn’t know what to do other than what I already was.

It was enough. He held me back, clutched, clung, and it was enough.

His tears faded, and we breathed.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“For what?” I whispered back, and kissed his neck, under his collar where some of the gills hid.

“I’m supposed to be helping you adjust, but here I am, doing this.” He didn’t sound that upset. Of course not. We were together.

“Oh, yes,” I murmured, lips on his skin. “We can’t possibly be there for each other. That would be madness.”

He went so still. “I said that to you.”

“You said that to me.” I confirmed with a kiss.

“In the cabin. After it… after everything.”

“Not quite after everything.” This was important. “After Lukas. After we got away, made it north. After you… struggled to stay with me.”

“It was so hard,” he whispered. “So hard to stay out of the Lonely.”

“Yes. And you did it—you… you did it.” Another kiss. “And then one night, after we found Daisy’s 21-year Dewar’s whiskey and got into it, I ended up crying on your lap all night about my grandmother’s plants.”

His laugh is wet, but real. “Gods, I’d forgotten that.”

“I didn’t. Definitely not one of my better moments.”

“Well, it was only fair,” he said, stroking my hair. “You weren’t there when she passed, and that wasn’t your fault at all, but her plants died before anyone even knew to check on her. I know, Jon. You felt awful about it.”

“I still do. How pathetic; it’s been a long time.”

“It’s not pathetic. It’s one of the things I love about you; you don’t stop caring, no matter what burns you, or bites you. It matters, Jon.”

“Even… in your ending?”

He went stiff.

I waited. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked. Maybe I just ruined everything. Maybe I—

“Yes,” he whispered. “Even then. Because you became a god, Jon, and you were going to end the world your way—but the moment I… the moment you realized that meant I would die, you changed course. You steered the whole thing away from total destruction. Even then, you cared.”

It was my turn to be still. “I wasn’t a god.”

“You were. Sasha thinks you might be now, too.”

I laughed. “Right. A god.” I pulled back, expecting his matching grin.

He was not grinning.

“I’m not a god. I’m going to need an income, for crying out loud.”

Martin didn’t blink. “You became something else—something that wasn’t an avatar. Something none of us were. You changed the first time like all of us did, but then you changed a second time. That’s the difference.”

“Martin, I didn’t—”

“It wasn’t another version, so don’t try that. It was you. Just you. But you’re right, anyway.” The tension was gone. “We are here for each other.”

So we were putting talk of deification in the ‘later’ pile. All right. “Someone very wise said that to me,” I complimented unnecessarily, since we’d literally just discussed the moment. I sighed. “I am very bad at flirting.”

“I like the way you do it,” he said, and kissed me.

And then there came a knock at the door.

We both jumped.

“Hang on,” he said, and headed for the door.

“Wait!” I said.

“If it was someone bad, we’d have been alerted,” said Martin, and opened the door.

Tim.

Tim stood—

Tim, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a scowl, with old burns on one arm and a gaze that slid right past Martin and onto me.

Oh, gods. Oh, gods.

“So it’s true,” he said. “They did find one of you.”

And it was not his playful voice, and it was not his on-the-edge-of-flirting voice, and it was not his before-the-worms sharp and loving joy, and as he pushed right past Martin and came my way, I knew he was going to hit me.

I was going to let him.

(I don’t forgive you—)

It had been my fault, all of it. Not being a good enough friend. Not being a good enough Archivist to save him.

(You really think he wanted you to give more of yourself to the Eye?)

(Yes because he SAID—)

And even though this Tim had obviously not died in the Unknowing, I’d hurt him, and (I don’t forgive you) I would let him do whatever he wanted.

Whatever he had to do.

“Wait—” said Martin.

Tim embraced me.

My mind, too shocked, catalogued the differences between his body and Martin’s, the unrelenting firmness of him, the unfamiliar triangle shape, the—

“You asshole,” he choked, tears in his eyes.

And then he hit me, anyway.

Me-shaped bags of eyes could still get knocked on their arse even if their boyfriend thinks there’s been deification, and I went down like a sack of wheat.

“Tim!” Martin shouted, tackling him, late because he honestly never understood how much Tim hated me, and had thought to the end that we could work it out.

Tim pulled away from him, slid to his knees, and yanked me off the floor. Cartoon imagery flashed through my head of rubbery victims being punched to the ground and springing back up like Weebles, but he didn’t hit me again.

He gripped my shoulders and stared into my face.

“Fuck’s sake, Tim!” Martin said.

“It really is you,” Tim said. “You.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

He stared at me. Red streaks richened his brown hair. His eyes, too, were lighter—sort of a flame gold, rather than his familiar chocolate-brown. “What?” he said.

“For everything?” I added pathetically.

“Moron, I hit you.”

“Great, Tim, just great,” said Martin, marching past us both to his second room. “I just get into explaining the kind of community we’ve built here with blood and sweat and tears, and you blow in and do this!”

I’d forgotten just how good a puppy face Tim had. “So my timing was spectacular, as usual?”

“Magnificent.” Martin muttered.

“Sorry!” Tim called after him, sounding anything but.

I stared at him.

He looked back.

“You’re alive.” I couldn’t help the tears, the hitch in my voice. “You’re alive!”

“Uh,” said Tim. “You’re gonna mess up that shirt.”

“Oh, go to hell,” I said, and wiped my face on my sleeve.

“Yeah, no,” said Tim. “Already did that. Took the world with me. Not a good time. Zero stars, would not recommend.”

“Oh, gods, I missed you,” I said thickly. “You can hit me again if you want. I get it.”

“I’m good,” he said, settling back on his haunches. He wasn’t smiling at me, but it wasn’t a look of hate, either. (My heart swelled.) “I just had to do that once to see how you’d react—and because of what you did.”

“Only once? What did I do in your world?” I said. “Besides completely failing you.”

Tim sighed. “Table that for a second, boss.”

That took me a moment. “I am far from your—”

“When we were about to take out the Circus, you fucking shoved me out of the way,” he said.

I blinked rapidly at him. “I what?”

“You kept your head in the Unknowing,” he said. “You kept all of us clear. Even Basira, though she decided she’d done it herself after you were gone, but whatever. You… you took the detonator from me.”

Wait. “I kept my head?”

“Yeah.”

“The way Jonah…”

“Who?”

“The way… Elias wanted me to?”

“Yeah. You did. And you made some fucking deal with Helen, and you shoved me into her door, and you took my revenge from me.” His jaw tightened, muscles working along the sharp angle.

I swallowed. This was a lot to take in.

In his world, I’d been more in the Eye.

In his world, I’d been the better Archivist.

In his world, I’d given everything to try to save him.

And… I’d still failed. “What happened?”

“You died. You knew just where to set the plastic explosives. There wasn’t anything left of you after the theater blew.”

Had I done that on purpose?

I suddenly knew that I had. I’d known what Elias was trying to do, and, seeing no other way, I’d removed myself from the equation.

Gods, that worked out well. Ugh.

All the blood drained from my face. I had to know. “What did Elias do then?”

“Do?”

He didn’t even know? “For Archivist.”

“Oh. Basira.” Tim shrugged. “Not that it mattered.”

“Why… why didn’t it matter?”

“Because I burned the whole fucking world a year and a half later, so yeah. It didn’t matter.”

His look was challenging now. Hard. Yet…

I knew he feared my response. Why?

“I’m not sorry I hit you,” he said.

“It was due,” I said. “I lost you in my time. I would’ve given anything for you to have that chance.” And it just tumbled out: “We were friends. And then Sasha… and everything happened, and I never hated you, but I’m terrible at interpersonal communication, and I could’ve tried harder to talk to you, but all we did leading up to the Unknowing was fight, and I thought… I thought I’d have more time.”

“Sounds about right,” he says, low.

“I wasn’t enough to keep anyone’s head clear. Not even my own.”

His eyes went huge. “You werent?”

(The Eye offered to show me.)

(Oh, gods, I needed to know, this was Tim, I needed to know.)

Please don’t take all of me, I asked It, and—

Saw.

Saw Tim, falling into rage too bright to be depression and too dark to be anything else. Living in the Archives for months like some kind of troll, physically attacking anyone who came near. Obsessing over what I’d done, what I’d taken from him—his revenge, his closure with Danny, his death.

His glorious death, which he’d wanted, like some fictional barbarian.

Saw his irritation at Basira, whose arrogance knew no bounds (and that tracked—she’d thought she had just ‘reasoned’ her way out of the Unknowing after spending months in the Archives, feeding the Eye). Saw his rage at Elias, whom he knew had something to do with all of this, and his irritation because Elias knew better than to come anywhere near him.

(Because Elias put Elias first. Elias never got his hands dirty. Elias stayed out of danger. Elias—)

I saw Tim encountering a tale of Desolation one day, as he did filing literally out of boredom, and his entire self surging in response to the sensation of burning-eating-sizzling up his hands and his arms and his throat and—

He burned the Archives down, did not even know if anyone survived because he walked away and did not look back.

Walked away into Chelsea, into places he could never afford, filled with people who looked down on everyone like him, and he burned that, too.

Jude found him three days later, sitting on the banks of the Thames near Tilbury, bubbling the mud like lava, and took him under her flaming wing.

All of it, in an instant, and then a beautiful thing: It nudged me gently back into myself.

I’d lost no time. I’d lost no thoughts. He was still looking at me, waiting for my response.

Thank you, I thought at It.

I swallowed again, tasting bile. Tears stung my eyes. “I wasn’t as good an Archivist, I suppose.” I swallowed around the lump in my throat.

He looked a little haunted. “Wow. So. Not all sold out, then.”

“Not then, I wasn’t. I tried to stay human, and that’s why I couldn’t save anyone. You did it, in the end. You used the detonator. And… you died.”

“So I got them,” he said, suddenly vicious and hungry. “You’re saying I got them.”

“You did.” (I don’t forgive you—)

“Then I don’t care about anything else.”

My face must have said more than I intended.

He sighed. “Please don’t tell me you walked around feeling bad because I got exactly what I wanted?”

“I… of course I… You said…” No, I couldn’t go there. How unfair would that be? He’d have to say he forgave me just out of social expectation. I changed tack. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “You must have been so angry to do go the way you did.”

“Yeah. I was. But it’s been a long time, boss. I was… it was just me, feeding the Desolation, for years at the end. Had a lot of time to think. Had to think. Part of how it fed on me was making me think about everything I did wrong.”

“That’s so cruel,” I whispered.

He shrugged. “They are cruel. All of them. And…” He sighed. “After we lost Sasha, I lost myself.”

“I think we all did, a little. And again, Tim, I’m not your boss.”

“Yeah, wel, you didn’t completely fail, either, so you’re just going to have to be flexible today.”

“I did fail! You have no idea what I did.”

“Pretty sure moping was involved,” he drawled.

“Now, that is not fair. Also true, but that is beside the point.”

He actually grinned.

It wasn’t his grin of old, free and wild and asymmetrical. But it was there. Tim Stoker grinned at me.

Tears stung my eyes again.

“Right. If you’re done being stroppy?” said Martin, carrying a tray.

“I’m still angry,” said Tim.

“Isn’t that your secret? You’re always angry,” said Martin.

Tim pointed at him with both index fingers. “I understood that reference! But yeah, he’s… he’s not my Jon. I’m okay.”

Ouch.

He caught the look on my face. “You’re the Jon I was friends with. Not the sanctimonious prick at the end who knew better than everyone and wouldn’t listen to anybody.”

“I did that?” I blinked at him.

He stood and offered a hand. “He did. But not you. I swear, if you’d been that guy, macking all over Martin and negging him while you were at it, I really would have killed you.”

I stared at him. At his hand. At him.

He was not joking.

I swallowed. “How do you know I’m not?”

“His body language and yours. Look. You get into Desolation… you get into the thing where your whole hunger is destroying anything that makes a person human, and creating bodies out of wax, you get real damn good at reading people. Knowing just the perfect moment to strike, or when you’ve already lit the match that’s gonna leave them in ruins.”

My eyes felt huge. “G… good for you?”

He snorted. “Yeah, you’re fine. Get up, boss. Martin made something, and we’re gonna eat it.”

I don’t know why I took his hand. I half-expected him to burn me like Jude, but he didn’t. “You walked in here ready to murder me?”

“Yeah. You’d do the same for him.”

He was right. If the situation were as described, I absolutely would.

Martin had made a lovely little tray of scones and sandwiches and tea. He’d added a few flowers, though I had no idea where they’d come from.

Was his second room converted to a kitchen? I’d have to look later.

He smiled at me. “Human things include eating.”

“I suppose,” I conceded.

Tim watched me. We weren’t good yet; but we were better. I’d accept better.

Better could be grown into good.

(I don’t forgive you… but thank you for this.)

Maybe we could even grow good into great.

Maybe this really was our second chance.

Maybe I needed to grab it with my eye-filled hands and hold on with all my weird little might.

“Cheers,” said Martin, toasting me with a scone.

“Gods, I love you,” slipped out, and I obediently dug in.

#tma #tma fic #tma spoilers #tma au #the magnus archives #magnus monsterverse #magnuspod #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #jared hopworth #desolation!tim

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Devil in Disguise

Artist: @skylar102

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Rating: M Pairing: Malec Word Count: 48.500

This fic was created for the Mini Bang 2023 presented by the @malecdiscordserver

CHAPTER 1/7 UNREACHABLE

It's challenging, almost impossible, not to look up at the restricted area where the very important people are. It is probably as difficult for Alec as it is for anyone else in the club. In fact, people keep dancing and having fun, mostly minding their own business. Or so it seems. Presumably, they are afraid to be caught gaping disrespectfully at one of the most powerful men on the planet, but it is easy to notice how the bravest ones among the crowd do attempt to throw a fleeting glance up to the VIP area, every now and then, certainly dreaming of being admitted into the inner circle of those - lucky bastards - who can hang around the ridiculously stunning owner of the club.

Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn and prominent object of desire is the even-too-aware recipient of all the ill-concealed curiosity, reverence, and a certain amount of suspicion coming from his diverse clientele. He must know even too well the emotions he arouses in the clubbers, the power he holds over them. Well, not over Alec. He is a Shadowhunter, after all. He’s no one to be easily intimidated. But aroused? Well, that he undoubtedly is.

There is something in the way the man looks so out of reach that makes Alec crave him badly and, at least, he can fill his eyes with the Warlock’s charm and incredible persona. It’s a treat he indulges himself in, but Alec has no false hopes or dreams to be able to get closer to the man.

Up there, the Warlock looks more like a King, actually, or a God looking down at humanity from his personal Olympus; maybe it’s the ridiculously huge throne he is sitting on that makes him look so regal, but the power overflowing him is almost tangible even from the underbelly of the club, where almost everything is allowed. Almost. Warlock Bane hates troublemakers and bad-mannered people. The audacious display of his power makes people behave rather properly and, in the end, he magnanimously stands there for everyone to admire him, mannerly and respectfully, but never up close.

Does Alec play by these rules? Well, yes and no. He has the impertinence of a 20-year-old young Shadowhunter on his part, and the black stark runes on his arms and his neck dissuade the numerous bouncers in defense of the VIP area from telling him to eye up at their boss with less insistence and insolence. After all, staring isn't illegal, maybe just a little daring or even a bit rude, but Alec's gaze is irresistibly drawn to that fucking throne strategically placed in the exact center of the elevated platform. From there, the club owner overlooks all the people dancing with an oddly detached grin.

He is magnificent and Alec wants him. He has wanted the man since the first time he saw him.

Tonight is just the same story as usual. He will play his staring game for a while, drink a few cocktails, and when he loosens up a bit, letting the stress of the day bleed out of him, Alec will give in standing on the sidelines and finally will look for someone else more attainable. It’s a familiar routine by now. As is the fact that the Warlock will populate his dreams. Later and in the next few nights. But at least in dreamland, Alec can indulge in doing unspeakable things to the hottest man he's ever seen.

Anyway, it’s way too early for that; Alec is still sipping his first Cosmopolitan near the bar; his siblings already vanished into the crowd. And he is still shamelessly enjoying his show. A show offered for free.

Tonight the Warlock is even more impressively dressed up than usual. And Alec almost drools taking in all the details of his perfect facial features, focusing on the bloated makeup around his otherworldly eyes - his demonic mark on display. The Shadowhunter is fascinated by those little specks of gold in them - and ok, yes, he may have activated a couple of runes to enhance his sight both from afar and in the dimness of the club, so what?

The High Warlock of Brooklyn is a man as much feared as desired, and in Alec’s opinion he knows perfectly well how wanted he is and enjoys it a great deal. Everyone wants to be in his good graces, to get close to him, even if it means spending hours kneeling at his feet like obedient pets. Pets who are dressed - or rather undressed - only in leather and piercings, Alec muses.

Oh, Alec would kneel before him… Not up there for everyone to see, he is not much of an exhibitionist, even if he knows he is quite attractive and that maybe, in another World, he could quite fit with the picture the Warlock makes for himself.

In fact, Magnus Bane usually surrounds himself with people who are aesthetically up to it; he uses them to make his public image even more suggestive. He may be naturally beautiful of course, but the way he dolls up? Perfect. That shirt perpetually open on his chest, those necklaces, not to mention his hair, always styled in a way that seems to defy gravity.

Magnus Bane looks unattainable, no… He is utterly untouchable. He is totally out of reach, especially for rune-bearing people like Alec, who in the end is just content to admire the man from the dance floor, and bask in the energy and grandness that emanate from him. Magnus Bane is like a rock star performing on stage. For everyone to look at, and for no one to get close to. The Warlock doesn't even need to hold his own glass, there's always someone there for him to promptly bring a drink to his mouth, just at the minimal gesture of his fingers. Fingers that are often glowing with an intimidating blue light.

His magic.

Alec is fascinated by the idea of so much power held by one man alone. He sighs. Surely the Warlock is the most attractive man he has ever seen. No one on the dance floor, not among Downwolders, nor among Shadowhunters, holds a candle to him. Not by a long shot.

Well, Alec may have this little crush on Magnus Bane, but that doesn’t change a thing. Because he is just invisible to the man. Things are not so easy between their people and as proof of this, Alec has never been with a Warlock. Not once. Yet, given a chance, he would surely have one ride on the sex carousel with this particular Warlock.

Oh well, it’s just a stupid thought that Alec doesn't waste much time mulling over. What would be the point? Magnus Bane has a reputation, although it is commonly known that he never hangs out with Shadowhunters, if not for business. He despises them, to some extent; even though, Nephilim are allowed into his club. It would be too bold a move, politically speaking, to forbid them from dancing at Pandemonium. After all the Lightwood siblings and a few other Shadowhunters from the New York Institute are quite popular among the Warlock’s fellow Downworlders. So, free ticket to Pandemonium for them. That's how it works, and honestly, it works just fine for Alec.

He enjoys his little escapades at the club and Magnus Bane never looks down at him. Even if the Warlock must be aware of his presence in his club. Yet, he just seems not to care. He just ignores him, as well as the other Shadowhunters that usually come together. Alec is again thinking of inexpressible things he would do to the man - and luckily Warlocks cannot read minds - until the last drop of his cocktail touches his tongue and he darts toward the dance floor to find someone not so out of his league to spend the night with.

It’s easy, as usual, and once again the guy he approaches smoothly while moving to the music is a werewolf. When their gaze met, his eyes gleamed with a greenish light and Alec knows what that means. And he is game, because why not. The young man is tall and has a knockout smile lingering on his mouth. Alec immediately knows he is going to walk off with him. On the other hand, this is why he came, this is how his evenings at Pandemonium usually go since he started coming a couple of years back. He has flirted, hooked up, and even had brief flings with a considerable amount of Downworlders, mostly werewolves. His sister Isabelle, on the other hand, has a weird penchant for vampires, while Jace has a preference for Seelies. Sure, they've gotten into trouble a few times, especially Jace, for having broken more than a few hearts in his wake.

Despite them being rather reckless in their dalliances, they have maintained good relations with a lot of people, having established a few good friendships and alliances, also because, Vampires, Seelies and Werewolves usually don't hold grudges for too long, not over trivial things like hooking up with a Shadowhunter.

Maryse and Robert Lightwood, the Heads of the Institute, had decided to ignore their children’s endeavors and, admittedly, have done a lot to build courteous relationships both with the pack of New York, and the local vampire clan, surely with more orthodox methods than exchanging body fluids. Connection with the Seelie Court was a bit more difficult, but the Queen wasn’t interested in getting in the Shadowhunters’ way and the established agreement was live and let live.

As for the Warlock community, well, every interaction with the Institute was based on business, on making financial deals, especially with a few talented healers and, rarely, the High Warlock himself. Everyone knows the Heads of the Institute have a lot to be forgiven for, but their leadership seems to work out well, after all. The only ones who seem unable to overcome what they did in their youth are their own children. Stories about the abuse they perpetrated on Downworlders have somehow come to their knowledge. The truth is that while other exponents of the Circle were exiled or sentenced to death, Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood were inexplicably pardoned and were even given an Institute to run. It was meant to be a punishment, but Alec hates them for having gotten away with their misdeeds so easily.

Alec was educated to be a politician, so he understands it was all a game of power, of honoring the Lightwood name in front of the Clave, of making alliances, but he can't help but be disgusted by his parents, whose hands are stained with the blood of so many innocent people, including children. That’s unforgivable in Alec’s eyes and conceivably, that is the reason why Warlocks in New York do not normally socialize with Shadowhunters. They are the ones who have suffered the worst persecution of all. They are half demons after all. While werewolves and vampires were once human and Seelies have also angelic blood in their veins, Warlocks were treated just like their demon parents and slain without mercy. Magnus Bane, being the High Warlock in the City and owner of one of the highest-ranked clubs in the Shadow World, can't always avoid dealing with the angelic people he loathes so much. Alec knows that his mother has met him on occasion at the Institute, but the Warlock has never been officially introduced to the younger Lightwoods.

It’s almost funny that Maryse is probably ashamed of them. In her eyes, they are not capable of a diplomatic relationship with such an important representative of the Downworld.

They are disobedient, reckless, indiscreet, often insubordinate and recalcitrant in following her orders, and always prone to defy her authority. In the last couple of years, Maryse has turned from being constantly enraged to resignedly disappointed. Alec remembers the furious quarrels when she used to try to marry him off to one girl or another from Alicante. Alec flipped her out each time, not only metaphorically, and refused to abide by her unreasonable request. The main reason for his refusal to marry a girl is that he is gay. But even if they required him to marry a guy, he wouldn't do it. No way. He values his freedom too much, he is still young and is not ready to marry and have a bunch of children - even adopted ones. Moreover, their parents know he is gay, as well as they know Isabelle and Jace are bisexual. They came out together, right on the occasion of a family dinner, when Maryse continued to insist that Alec at least should date a girl of their choice, give her a chance. Their combined - and epic - coming out only exacerbated the already tense relationship, especially with Maryse. And since then her irate screams have turned into sad, almost pitying looks. Alec doesn't know what pisses him off the most. He knew how to deal with his mother yelling angrily at him. But not with those miserable eyes. He just wanted to tell her, "there's nothing wrong with me, nothing you need to feel sorry for."

Alec has never questioned his mother’s love for them, but he knows she considers her offsprings her greater failure. So, they never get to be involved in her business even for something simple as showing the Warlock around to allow him to reinforce their wards. No. They weren't even considered capable of taking care of a task so uncomplicated.

On the other hand, though, she was also afraid of Magnus Bane, she didn’t trust him and so maybe she was also trying to protect her kids. Alec does not know, but one thing is for sure. The High Warlock of Brooklyn doesn't seem to have gotten over the old grievances that seem to have festered since the end of the Uprising. It's been a little over 18 years since Valentine was killed, by his own wife and the man who had sworn to protect him with his life, his parabatai no less, but Magnus Bane has been distrusting the Clave and its people with the same intensity for all these years. If not more and more profoundly through the years.

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"Alec, my God, have you slept with a werewolf or have you tried something new and fucked a vampire?" Isabelle exclaims laughing and pointing at his neck.

Alec groans brushing his hand over the deflect rune on his throat, which is thoroughly bruised all around. As usual, after having been at the club and having parted ways for the night, the three siblings met at a nice bistro not far from the Institute for breakfast, before sneaking back inside. Their walk-of-shame is something that happens quite often and when they stride into the Op Room after a night out, their fellow Shadowhunters usually just give them a benevolent and a little envious look. Among all of them, they are the wildest and most devil-may-care.

"Shit… I know, he mauled my neck… didn’t he?”

Jace snorts not really in an elegant way. “You, dog!"

Alec laughs. His brother can be so crass.

“Technically, he was the dog. And a very satisfying fuck.” He deadpans sarcastically, making his siblings giggle. He knows how to be crude too apparently. But these dog-related puns with the werewolves are a common joke and no one gets offended by that anymore.

“Anyway, I'll heal it with an iratze.” He sniffs at his T-shirt and grimaces, “God, I do need a shower. What about you? All good?”

He asks casually sipping his black coffee. He must admit that he enjoyed his night with the werewolf at his place. It was intense and quite rough but it helped him to blow off some steam after the unsatisfying patrol they had been on. No demons to slay last night and a lot of pent-up energy to put to good use. Jace smirks proudly, as usual, and eloquently wriggles his eyebrows.

“Yeah, sure, mission complete. I went to Roselyn’s and well, her sister was there too, Miriel, Mariel, Muriel? Something like that, I don’t remember her name, but I do remember that she was very flexible... When I bent her over…"

"Jace, good Lord... we don't need details. We never do, really."

“Well, this could be educational for you, you know?”

“No, that would make me feel like I wanna throw up, so please, shut up.”

Alec rolls his eyes, trying not to picture his brother having hetero sex with two Seelie girls, while Isabelle is putting on her red lipstick, with a hand mirror, and lets out a muffled chuckle at her brothers’ bantering. Jace seems extremely pleased with himself.

“Ok, ok… well, I had fun anyway, thanks for asking. That’s all. But you’re such a buzzkill, bro. What about you Iz?”

“Uhm, all good. I spent the night at the Dumort Hotel, with Stéphane. It was lovely, he whispered French words to me all night, he was very… charming.” She clicks the mirror closed with a smug smile on her red lips.

“Ugh… Sure, you went there to listen to him speak French. That’s right.” Jace mocks her, with a playful patronizing tone.

“No… I went there to get laid, actually, and I did, but it was… sweet… He is a very nice guy, that’s all; maybe I’ll see him again.”

Alec thinks she might obliterate the poor guy, eventually. She never sticks around for too long with the same vampire and she has a couple of on-and-off relationships with a Seelie man and, incredibly, also with a Mundane. She says his obliviousness about the Shadow World gives her thrills. Not that Alec cares, Isabelle can handle her flirts and hookups as she sees fit.

They dawdle at the table, chatting and enjoying their coffees together, treating themselves also with some pumpkin muffins. Differently from the usual, there is no rush this morning. Their parents are in Idris - thanks to the Angels - and they shouldn't be back in New York for at least another couple of days. They both have been summoned to Alicante for who knows what crisis impending the Shadow World. Not that their parents ever involve them in the Institute's political decisions. They are just little soldiers, mere executors of orders, and do not make much use of their theoretical privileged status of being the children of the Heads.

Indeed, quite the opposite of that. They are often punished for insubordination, put on ichor duty, or sent on night shift patrol for days without respite. The night before when they decided to go dancing, it was already after midnight, and they had been patrolling for more than six hours. However, the situation was unusually quiet along the streets, with no suspected demonic activity whatsoever, and so instead of returning back with the others, they ended up staying out all night. But as they say, when the cat's away the mice play, right? Or they go dancing... Or… Whatever.

Alec likes his life after all. It could be better, but it could be so much worse. And luckily he has his siblings by his side, and that’s all that matters.

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As soon as they set foot in the Op Room they stop dead, finding themselves in the presence of their parents. Well, none of them saw that coming.

Their furious, unsympathetic, disappointed parents are back. Hurray. As soon as Maryse sees them, she stalks toward them, stopping them from getting away from her clutches.

"Where the hell have you been?" She spits out through her teeth, angrily. Alec looks her straight in the eyes. He isn’t afraid, and they did nothing wrong.

"Out." He replies, flatly.

"Alexander..." There is a threatening hint in her voice, that makes Alec snap.

"What? We're all of legal age, we don't have to explain ourselves. We went on our patrol shift, dutifully, and got back in time for today's assignments. Who cares where we've been last night? Why do you even care?"

"Well, I care, because I already know where you've been... You went to Magnus Bane’s club, didn’t you?"

"And even if we were? I don't see how that can be a problem. You and Dad are such hypocrites…"

"We are just realists and we worry about you. That man… He is dangerous… And you are so naive.”

“Naive? That’s new…”

“Well, at least, you are unaware of the truth… You may not believe me, but I was so worried… Your father and I need to talk to you, ok? It’s…urgent.”

She sounds oddly frantic and genuinely concerned.

“What is it?” Isabelle asks suddenly worried. She doesn’t like her mother’s attitude. What the fuck may have happened?

“I just can’t believe that we returned earlier from Idris just to warn you and you were dancing at that horrible place! By the Angel, how could you always be so irresponsible?”

“Mother, just tell us what’s going on, ok?” Alec interrupts her, exasperation clear in his deep voice.

“Ok…” she concedes and then sighs before continuing. “Disturbing news was brought to our attention and we must take measures about it as soon as possible. The Clave is counting on us and your father and I... you know the delicate situation we are in."

"Of course, we know, how could we not? Your alliance with Valentine has ruined our future. Despite our family name, all positions of prestige are precluded to us. Because of you and your fucking lack of judgment. So, pardon me if I don't pity you with your delicate situation."

Maybe this is not the best time to dredge up the past, but Alec is so angry with his parents. He can barely hold back. They are there, all judgmental and distraught, thinking they can tell them how to live their lives.

"Alec..." It is their father who has come forward, deeming it necessary for him to intervene.

"Look, we are perfectly aware of our mistakes and you know it. We have always been honest with you, never hidden our… past. But we were young and stupid and we've been trying for years to fix what we did and this may be the occasion to do something important. But we need your help."

"What? This again? I told you, I won't let you marry me off to secure your alliances in Idris."

"This is not what we want from you, in fact, I would say the opposite. We need your… interpersonal skills."

Alec frowns at that. It’s quite unexpected and… unsettling. It is enough to make him shut his mouth and keep his frown on his forehead.

"What do you mean Dad?"

Isabelle asks warily, stepping closer to her brothers. Jace has only folded his arms over his chest in a defying stance.

"You know… Given your particular proclivities and tastes..." Robert begins, but Isabelle snorts loudly.

"Oh God… Proclivities?"

"Isabelle wait... This is important, ok? We need you to go on a mission for the Clave."

A mission?

They are suddenly more interested in what their parents have to tell them. This would be a first, after all. A real mission, not just patrolling around the city.

"What mission?"

Maryse sighs and looks at them more calmly, now that she and Robert have their attention.

"Someone is plotting against the Consul. There seems to be a coalition of Downwolders who believe that the Mortal Instruments are not safe in the hands of the Clave and that they are a danger to all the demon-blooded. We got very worrying intel. It seems that the leaders here in New York have allied with the Seelie Queen to carry out a coup in Alicante. Their final goal is to eliminate all the Shadowhunters, it is not clear how, but it seems there may be a spell capable of… deruning us somehow.”

Alec hears Isabelle gasp.

“What? That’s… horrible.”

“Exactly. Vampires as well as werewolves and Warlocks could be involved in this. What we ask of you is that you gather information. You are good at hanging out with them… Just be careful, now that you know the truth you wouldn’t want to trust them as blindly as you’ve done so far. You don't have to overdo it, nor expose yourself too much. Just try to figure out through the grapevines if anything is going on in the Downworld. Something shady or just… kept hidden.”

“What happened to we are worried about you. Are you ready to throw us into the lion's den now?"

Jace asks and then throws his hands in the air in an exasperated gesture. “You’re fucking incredible…”

“Jace, we are telling you this, so you can be prepared. But as I said, your peculiar skills may be too useful to think about missing this opportunity. I mean, Jace you could get closer to Camille Belcourt, while Alec may try his hand with Maia Roberts? We know you go to eat at the Jade Wolf quite often, and Isabelle? You are surely able to befriend Magnus Bane, aren’t you?”

The three siblings gape at their parents as they had gone insane all of a sudden. And then Jace chuckles hysterically, but it’s a sound that makes Alec shiver.

"You really don't know what you're talking about, do you? Camille has been deposed and the new head of the clan is Raphael Santiago, who is a very close friend of Isabelle’s. And Magnus Bane? He is just an asshole who won't let any of us get anywhere near him. And there's no way Maia could be charmed by Alec because, you know, Alec is gay and enjoys sleeping with male werewolves."

Maryse steps forward, her face a sharp, hard mask of anger, barely contained at this point.

Jace rubbing Alec’s sexuality in their face was the last straw.

“Look, I honestly don't care how you intend to pursue this task, and least of all, who you sleep with, as long as you can get info from your precious Downworlder friends. There could be a war, do you understand? A war! So we must do anything and everything to avert this crisis; we need to do it, at any cost. Also, we could finally get the chance to restore our name in front of the Clave. But we need your cooperation. So, you’ll do as you were ordered if you do not want to be transferred elsewhere with immediate effect!” The woman concludes with a wicked grimace.

“What? You can’t be serious!” Alec shouts in disbelief. But his mother laughs in his face.

“Oh, I can assure you I am. You have been nothing but a thorn in our side. And now… if you can't even achieve the one thing that is required of you, for the benefit of this family, for our future, and probably for the future of all Nephilim alike, well, I can only deem you so useless that you can go and fill the ranks in some other Institute with a shortage of personnel. You know… Seul, Lima, or Stockholm… they keep asking the Clave for recruits. And you know what? You could just go and be useful there, as far as I am concerned. Do we understand each other?”

Maryse’s outburst leaves them at a loss for words, so they just nod their heads, more to acknowledge her words than to agree with them.

“Good. Silence and compliance look good on you. You'll only report to me and your father. We count on your discretion. If there are no questions, you are dismissed. And go make yourself presentable. You look… obscene."

She adds scrunching her nose and looking intently at Isabelle’s skimpy outfit before striding away, followed suit by her husband.

Alec is speechless. Apparently, they are good to fuck around but not for real diplomatic, sensitive missions. What the Hell? Is this the idea their parents have about them?

He feels offended and unfairly belittled; it may be true that they weren't exactly cooperative during their adolescence and that they never missed an opportunity to embarrass their mother or piss her off, but Jace is a formidable warrior, Isabelle has strong diplomatic skills and Alec, well he's strong and resilient, an excellent fighter and with innate strategic and leadership aptitudes. And yet, it had always been clear that bearing the Lightwood name, they would pay the price for their parents' crimes. And they have never been inclined to make sacrifices to redeem themselves from something that wasn't their fault in the first place.

The most they can aspire to is to stay at the Institute for life, and maybe Alec can one day become Head, if he doesn't keep screwing up every chance to show off his skills.

Alec looks at Isabelle and Jace. They are as bewildered as he is, if not more. What their mother has asked them is basically to betray their friends, and double-cross them. But then another thought flashes through Alec’s mind. And an unexpected one at that.

Apparently, he now may have a chance to get closer to the man who has been living rent-free in his wet dreams for years. Sure, he doesn't like having to submit to his mother's blackmail, and honestly, he doesn't even believe that what Maryse reported can be accurate or true. New York Downworlders have been loyal friends to them, their relationship with the young Shadowhunters is based on cooperation and reliability, and now their parents want to jeopardize the lasting peace between them by sending them to spy on their allies? That’s insane. Isabelle and Jace are still looking at him with a baffled expression on their faces. But Alec snickers at them; there is nothing to worry about, actually. Maybe they just have to humor their mother for a while, faking to play along with her mischievous plan until the intel from the Clave turns out to be what it actually is, i.e. bullshit. And then everything will be back to normal. This is just another glitch of the Clave, and Alec is used to dealing with their shenanigans. There is nothing to be concerned about. On the contrary, this could be a great opportunity. In fact, Alec now needs to come up with a plan to approach the most unapproachable of all Downworlders, a way to become his friend (and hopefully more than that). Magnus Bane is the most fascinating challenge he has ever found himself to face. And the hottest of all. Alec is going to find out if the Warlock is really as unreachable as he seems.

But first, he needs to talk to his partners in crime, his perplexed and visibly worried siblings. They won’t let him down, Alec knows that.

#malec fic #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fic #shmb2023

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misscrazyfangirl321 · 2 years ago

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Grimm 1x01

*Hank is a confirmed Shutterbug.

*Hank has been married 4 times. I always forget.

*Nick seeing his first woge in the first minute of the episode is a Good Call. Also, my heart at him buying that ring for Juliette. The ring Juliette will never wear.

*Also Nick the profiler. AU where Nick, Audrey, and Will are just cops together and Lucy is the local history professor who gets caught up in their cases.

*"I didn't know you couldn't sing." Their friendship my HEART.

*The Time Wars crossovers are turning into the Big Four of Back in the Day.

*Oooooo the aunt Marie introduction! Played like a villain! Like Ashley! Saving the reveal for later on!

*"Do you have a photo of her?" "Uh, yeah, on my iPhone." Literally Nobody would say it like that.

*.... Nick and Lucy could have met taking Carol and Marie to treatments. .... Except for the whole "different states" thing.

*Marie couldn't move for a week when she saw her first Wesen. We know from later on that she was 11. My HEART.

*Nick killing his first Wesen with the power of "shooting him a whole bunch of times"

*THE KEY. Ohhhh the keys my beloved storyline.

*AU where Meg transfers out of Old City to get a from the Weirdness and ends up working in a Portland hospital. And then her first patient is Aunt Marie.

*Might just let four narratives entwine irrevocably and change each other forever. Idk.

*Renard looking out for Nick... I know he has Ulterior Motives and everything, but to a point, he really does treat his men as his People, under his protection. I think there's some sincerity in that.

*Cannot get over the fact that one of the biggest images from the ads for this-Juliette running through the woods in a red dress-is from a three second dream that has no bearing on the show ever.

*"I think it was just a cat." Juliette, having no idea that a cat will change the course of her life forever.

*Oh, right, Marie was a librarian at one point.

*Hank being the one to figure out that the girl went through the park.... Is very important to me. Nick knows people. But Hank's not just someone who tags along. He's a really good cop.

*R.H. Robin Howell. Red (riding) Hood. I'd forgotten how Specific this show gets sometimes.

*Monroe and Nick's first meeting was so bad, guys. So, so bad. I always forget how truly bad it was. I remember the tackle through the window, but that was the second meeting. The first... Oof.

*"And by the way, you're paying for that window."

*"You people started profiling us over 200 years ago." Given how the show progresses, this has the same mood as that post about Julius Ceasar dying well over 70 years ago. Or was that Abraham Lincoln? Anyway, that.

*"No, I'm here because of the little girl." And "We're not things." . Very similar to Will's "You said you were tracking the boy," and later, Magnus' "I'm not sure how he'd feel about you calling him a thing." Just. Similar.

*Okay but Monroe and Nick's dynamic is made 10x funnier by the fact that Monroe is 10 years older than Nick. Just. Very Tired Guy Does Not Get Paid Enough For This Nonsense. (But yes, obviously he's going to help. Just, for goodness' sake, could you please learn to go to bed at a reasonable time?)

*See, Hank and Joe have very similar roles: The grounded partner to contrast the one who sees the Impossible. The voice of reason to keep the out there one grounded. But whereas Joe is basically a paper cutout designed to look ridiculous while Will looks smart, Hank is a really intelligent man and an excellent cop.

*Wait Adalind really just straight-up tried to kill Marie right in front of Nick? Like, you couldn't have waited until visiting hours were over? You were disguised as a nurse, so it wouldn't have caused you problems.

*"Let's hope she doesn't wake up first." * Immediate cut to Marie opening her eyes* Brilliant episode ending tbh.

#i speak #grimm #the time wars #sort of #valentine's day 2023

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amischiefofmuses · 3 months ago

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🎵🎵 for whoever you're more inclined to

Send 🎵 for a song lyric I think describes your character || Selectively accepting

Logan ('97) - 'When they finally come to destroy the earth, they'll have to go through you first, I bet they won't be expecting that. When they finally come to destroy the earth, they'll have to deal with you first, and now my money says they won't know about the- Thousand fahrenheit hot metal lights behind your eyes! Invincible (oh-oh-oh)! You're Invincible!'

Logan (D&W) - 'I thought I saw the devil this morning, looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue, with the warning to help me see myself clearer. I never meant to start a fire. I never meant to make you bleed. I'll be a better man today. I'll be good, I'll be good. And I'll love the world, like I should. Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good. For all of the times that I never could.'

Magnus - 'Close my eyes and feel the heat, keeping my head up when I'm walking through the fire. Filling me with the desire. See the chains around my feet, wondering if I'm gonna wake up, and be flying. It's killing me, killing me trying. I'm a dreamer, I'm a man. I'm doing whatever I can to make the bad things go away. When I'm beat up and alone, I feel it wherever I go, it's like a poison in my veins.'

Scott - 'You're debating your future and what comes next. Watching shit on the TV that tells you to - Just play dead. That the world's a mess, and it's all your fault, just turn that shit off! You push through, you don't run. You don't need anyone. Cause you got what you need, got the blood you can bleed. Shoot your shot, chase a dream.'

Mystique - 'There's something in the water. I don't like the flavour, I don't like the taste. Searching for nirvana. Something that'll take it all away from me. Don't bother me, my misery. It's holding me, won't let me speak. Please, forgive me, I've got demons in my head (in my head). Please, forgive me, I've got demons in my head.'

Colossus - 'Hey brother, do you still believe in one another? Hey sister, do you still believe in love? I wonder. Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you. There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do. What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call. What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you out Oh, if the sky comes falling down. For you. There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do.'

Rio - 'I'll play my tiny violin, 'cause now, you'll watch me as I burn it to the ground. All the king's horses and all the king's men, Couldn't undo all the damage I did. You call me mad, but I make perfect sense. If I can't be your hero, I'll be your villain.'

Wanda - 'In an upside down world, I'd be smiling. And everything would feel like it was nothing. I'd be fine when I'm alone, my brain full of light and of joy. And the hope that I'd learn to find love in my own voice. With all the clouds on the ground, then all the rain would stay down, so our heads would never get wet. Sunny days would seem worth it, and everyone would love all the songs that aren't perfect.'

#[Colossus was tricky but I think that fits ????]#[Not me spending over an hour on this because music is my THING and I love all your babies akjsdhksaj]#[I tried to avoid anything ship-based because that felt like a copout and I wanted the challenge]#ficklefables #[Also I linked all the songs in their names c: ]

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writeyouin · 3 years ago

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Um, if you’re willing, could you please do mtmte whirl with a clockmaker s/o (he/him pronouns) for the Valentine’s Day requests?

Whirl X Reader – Clockmaker

A/N – Hey, I always make the reader inserts gender neutral where I can, so I hope you can still enjoy this.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

There was very little in life that Whirl had patience for. His emotions were always quick to change, usually leaving him in an uncontrollable rage, or a deep depression. Everything that he did now was out of anger over his past, and why shouldn’t it be? Nothing he remembered held a trace of happiness.

When the Functionists attacked his shop, Whirl’s face was stolen. When the cities were bombed, his once peaceful way of life was stolen. When he made his first kill, his humanity was stolen. Ever since the Cybertronian war started, everything that Whirl had ever had was stolen, but now that war was over, and all Whirl was left with were the emotional scars.

And after all of that, Whirl had gotten himself stuck on the Lost Light, a ship full of hapless fools chasing a dream. When he signed up to the mission, he only did so to get away from the reformed planet Cybertron, a place that only held bad memories for him, but now he wondered what the hell he had been thinking. He should have known better than to join a crew full of hopeful lunatics. He was an ex-wrecker, and the sad thing was that even old wreckers had no place among other Cybertronians.

Still, although Whirl had little left in his life, there was one thing that he always found time for, and that was clock-making. He had avoided the hobby for years, ever since the loss of his face and servos, but since joining the Lost Light, he had taken it up again. He would sit for hours on end, making replicas of the exact same digital clock, missing the days when he could carve the most delicate patterns into metal, or make mechanisms that would bring out tiny Cybertronian figures to strike miniature working bells. Now, he only ever made the same thing, calming the raging inferno inside till it was nothing more than a tiny flicker of heat, barely noticeable at all.

After a particularly long day, when Whirl wanted to shoot down everyone and everything, he sat at the desk in his hab-suite, making clocks, one after the other. He was on his ninth clock, his rage only beginning to quell when he heard a knock at the door. Such a tiny knock could only come from one person on the ship; the human liaison to Earth.

Whirl hated humans, yet you regularly took time to visit or talk to him. He had made it abundantly clear that he wanted nothing to do with you, yet now you were paying house-calls to his hab-suite. Whirl considered threatening to squish you, following up with some warning about how all the blood would explode from your body, but he knew if he did, it would be a week in the brig. It wasn’t fair; why did he have to get into trouble when you were the one bothering him?

He knew that he could just ignore you, but that would go against Rung’s advice from Whirl’s court-mandated therapy sessions, and if Ultra Magnus heard that he wasn’t following Rung’s orders, that would be yet more time in the brig, or worse, one of Ultra Magnus’ etiquette lessons. Whirl waited a minute longer, then when you knocked again, he reluctantly opened the door.

“What do you want?” He asked glumly, lacking his usual fire.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay,” You said earnestly. “I heard that you’d had a rough day, so I thought I’d swing by and check that everything was alright.”

Whirl knew very little about politics, but he was fairly sure that was code for: I made a report about you to Earth, and they want to know if you’re a loose cannon. Can’t have another Megatron on our hands now, can we!

“Can you just go?” Whirl asked, wondering what was wrong with him. He never normally asked anyone’s permission for anything, especially when he was trying to get them to leave.

“Oh,” You looked sadly to the floor, making Whirl’s insides twist with guilt. “Yeah, sure. You’re probably busy, right?”

“Probably,” Whirl responded somewhat sarcastically.

“Yeah, you know, Rung told me you stay inside to make clocks.”

Whirl glared at you. He had given you the obvious signal to leave, and here you were, still trying to wheedle some conversation out of him. Were you worried his clocks were bombs or something? What the hell did it matter what he did in his spare time?

“Yeah,” He growled, “What of it?”

You chewed your lip nervously, knowing that what you were going to ask was a long-shot, but trying anyway, “I was wondering whether you might teach me how to make them too.”

Whirl stared at you like you were a puzzle that he couldn’t figure out. Why did you want to learn clock-making? It wasn’t like it held any value for you the way it did for him. Faced with you in all of your curious ways, Whirl didn’t know what to do. Should he run, fight, scream at you? Or… For once in his miserable life, should he trust that someone might actually want to spend some time with him?

Honestly, Whirl had been watching you for a long time; ever since you had come aboard the Lost Light actually. You were kind to people, and you took an interest in what they did. You listened, you soothed, you cared. And yet, as much as Whirl longed to believe that you might actually want to learn about his hobby, he couldn’t let himself fall into that trap. If he did, he might end up admitting to himself that he liked you, or worse, that he cared for you in a way that he was certain that you couldn’t feel for him. You were the ship’s liaison, it was your job to keep a close eye on any dangerous bots, and though that was primarily Megatron, Whirl knew that it also meant him.

To protect his fragile feelings, Whirl glared at you, “I can’t threaten you without going to the brig, but I want you to listen real good blood-bag. I don’t want anything to do with you, and if you ever try any pathetic excuse to get into my hab-suite again, well… No threats, but you’ll be sorry.”

With that, Whirl returned to his hab-suite, shutting you out. He sat down on the floor, imagining the sad look on your face, just outside of his reach. Were you doing that weird optic thing where your eyes leaked coolant? Whirl hoped not.

Despondently, he looked over to the unfinished clocks on his desk feeling empty, all of his previous motivation leaving him. He shuddered, talking quietly to himself, whispering how he was supposed to be alone, without anyone getting too close. It was better this way, right?

Whirl spent the next few weeks carefully avoiding you. Although stealth wasn’t his strong suit, he found that he excelled at it when he suddenly had to hide from you. Every time he did so, he told himself that it was because he would crush you if he ever saw your face again… That kind, sweet face that begged him to open up.

Yet, as large as the Lost Light was, it was still a confined space, where one could not escape their troubles forever. And so it was that when Whirl wanted to drown his troubles in some high-grade energon, he found you sitting alone in a corner booth at Swerve’s.

With a laptop in front of you, instructing you how to work, you tinkered away at a clock that you were attempting to piece together with a screwdriver. Whirl watched incredulously as you struggled with the contraption. Even from where he was standing, he could tell that the clock would never work; his processor marked 17 flaws in total, but there were probably more that he couldn’t see from where he was standing.

Thinking back to his rejection earlier, Whirl sighed, feeling like a real tool. You really had just wanted to learn something new, and he’d thrown you under the bus to protect his own pride. Whirl wasn’t really sure what he should do from there. He didn’t know whether to walk away, or whether he should sit with you and offer advice.

Why was it that wherever you were concerned, he became confused? Whirl knew he wasn’t the best bot in the universe, hell, he was probably one of the worst, but throughout his life, he was always certain about what he was going to do. He never hesitated, even if it would be better to sometimes. Quick-thinking and hasty decisions came naturally to him, and he liked it that way. Yet, whenever you came into the equation, Whirl found that he doubted himself constantly. He couldn’t feign confidence or be assertive; you made him feel so vulnerable.

Whirl sighed, ready to walk away, until he saw you grimace in pain, clutching your hand to your chest. He wasn’t entirely sure what had happened to you, but one look at the bloody screwdriver and he could guess. Damn it, why did you have to be so fragile?

Huffing, Whirl strutted into the bar and seated himself opposite you.

“Your servo okay?” He asked, not meeting your eye with his one optic.

You stared at Whirl, surprised by his sudden appearance, “Uh, yeah. It will be. Thanks for asking.”

“Don’t mention it… really. You know, if you wanna make a clock, you have to do it right… Could’ve come to an expert and asked for help.”

“And what would an expert tell me?” You asked, accepting his denial as an apology.

“Well, he might tell you to come by his place tonight, so he could give you the proper tools to learn by.”

“I see,” You nodded casually, “And would this expert let me in this time?”

“He might… If he can work through his own scrap.” Whirl got up to leave, “You should go now, before he changes his mind.”

Smiling, you took Whirl’s advice and got up, leaving the bar with him. As the two of you journeyed slowly through the ship’s corridors, you talked, dominating the conversation with Whirl, who still didn’t know what to make of you.

Whirl was an expert on clocks, taking great pleasure in putting them together; he wondered if he would derive the same feeling from piecing you together as well. For the first time in his life, Whirl found himself accepting his nervousness around another being, for he had a feeling that this time it would pay off.

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#whirl #whirl x reader #transformers idw #transformers #maccadam #mtmte #more than meets the eye #ll #the lost light #idw #tf #fanfiction #fanfic #reader #reader insert #clockmaker

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lampmeeting · 3 years ago

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kloktober day 7: sci-fi or fantasy

one of my original story ideas is kind of a space opera kinda thing, so i decided to bring the boys into that universe as the ragtag crew of a spaceship! details (plus bonus magnus) under the cut

nathan: captain/pilot of the Mordrymden, sort of a catch-all ship. salvage, transport, bounties, whatever they can get hired for. he loves beer and guns and movies and music from Old Earth, especially metal. he's a nice boy from a nice family who plays at being hard. every time he has to shoot someone he feels terrible and needs to holochat with his mom afterwards. has a big dumb crush on the woman who's the boss of the big shady nightclub-like space station, and the crew "accidentally" ends up there quite a bit.

pickles: ship's mechanic. always banging on everything. left for space at a young age with dreams of being some amazing rock star bounty hunter, but that didn't quite work out. has an older brother in organized crime that he despises but always seems to run into. him and charles were married years ago before charles' disappearance, and he still wears his wedding ring in a locket and asks about him everywhere they go just in case.

murderface: the cook! has a large hydroponic garden on the ship that he's very territorial of. somehow knows the weirdest trivia of every planet they visit. gets his feelings hurt if he makes a new dish and the guys don't like it. is typically followed around by NU8-LR (affectionately called "Knubbler"), a sarcastic, party-loving little robot they found during their travels.

skwisgaar: the navigator. hears the universe in his head as music and follows movements and phrases to get the ship where it's going. when they're lost the music sounds terrible and he gets very upset and distracted. while he claims to be human, there's a rumor that his father was something else. if the crew meets an alien, 9 times outta 10 skwisgaar's gonna try to seduce it.

toki: doesn't have a role on the ship. he's still pretty new and getting used to things. was rescued from a research facility on an ice moon where a cult had been experimenting on him his whole life hoping to find a way to channel their god. did it work? murderface befriends him first and lets him hang out with the plants.

charles: or "doc off". is a holographic program that helps to operate the ship and dispense information. the physical charles has been gone for years, disappeared for reasons the crew still don't understand, but charles left this hologram in the ship's computer for them. pickles will sometimes get drunk and talk to him all night.

magnus: part of the original crew, had been drinking buddies with nathan and murderface for years beforehand. purchased half of the Mordrymden years ago thinking they'd make big money. his recklessness during jobs earned them a bad reputation though, and jobs started drying up. he and nathan got in a physical altercation one night, and nathan was forced to shoot him with his blast pistol. now magnus sulks in darkened bars by himself and keeps his ears open for any opportunity to get back at his ex-friends...

#metalocalypse #kloktober2021 #my art #sorry if the cut doesn't work on mobile hahah i got kinda long-winded there whoops

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alecmagnuslwb · 2 years ago

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Wild at Heart

A sort of sequel to Clary the Vampire Slayer

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“I don’t know Clary. He’s been avoiding me. What if he’s just not interested? Maybe I came on too strong,” Magnus says tapping the blow pop he stole from the principal’s office against his lips.

“No way,” Clary says slipping her sunglasses back onto her head and hopping up onto a nearby bench in the corridor. “That boy looks at you hung the moon when you aren’t paying attention. He’s definitely interested, maybe he’s just a little nervous or something.”

Magnus hums in thought. “I guess I am pretty fabulous and have the special ability to make all the pretty boys nervous. I’m all caught up on my homework, maybe I should just go pay him a visit tonight.”

“Exactly,” Clary says with a bright smile. She reaches out snatching the blow pop from Magnus and popping it into her mouth.

He looks at her offended, but let’s her have it. No one probably ever would have guessed that the big bad Vampire Slayer has such a sweet tooth.

“Anyways, speaking of the moon. Have there been any leads on the werewolf, it’s the last night of the moon isn’t it?” he asks hopping up on the bench next to her.

She nods. “Luke thinks there’s two. Maia and I are having a little stakeout up on Lover’s Lane in the hopes it’ll come back.”

“Oh you kids are calling that a stakeout nowadays huh?” Magnus teases.

“Hush,” Clary says shoving at his shoulder playfully. “We really are just staking out, that’s where the wolf was last seen and we can’t wait till next month. Whoever this person is might not even know what’s happened to them and they haven’t hurt anyone yet and hopefully we can keep it that way.”

Magnus nods in understanding kicking his feet out from the table. “But you’re gonna make out a little right?”

Clary chuckles. “Not as much as you will be when you go talk to Alec tonight,” she says bopping him on the nose with the stolen blow pop.

Magnus scrunches his nose at the action and wipes his nose clean, hoping so very much that Clary is right.

***

“Hey, Uncle Hodge,” Alec says pacing the length of the living room the phone pressed up between his cheek and shoulder. “No everything’s fine. I, um, I just had a quick question. Is cousin Jordy a werewolf?”

He blurts out it out. There’s no time for being delicate about this. He woke up naked in the woods this morning and night is getting closer and closer and he needs a little confirmation. He’d been playing with Jordy a few weeks ago and one tiny accidental baby bite may have turned him into the werewolf his friends are currently hunting.

“Uh, huh,” Alec says stopping his pacing at Hodge’s confirmation. “And how long has that been going on?” Alec rubs his head in frustration as Hodge explains the tiny little dog bite that turned out to be something much more. He listens in halves, nodding his head and saying his goodbyes.

“Well, shit,” he says once he’s hung up tossing the phone onto the coffee table. He heads into the dining room, the chains he bought with only a few seriously questionable eyes on him at the local hardware store strewn about. He’s not totally certain how he’s going to do this, but the sun is nearly down and he has to sort something out. Thankfully the rest of his family is out of town for the day visiting his grandmother who Alec can’t stand.

Three days ago he was just a teenager who recently learned that his hometown is filled with monsters. It made sense, too much weird stuff happened here. Three days ago he was looking at the vast suddenly possible impossibility that he was going to have a boyfriend. And not just any boyfriend but the kind of guy who he couldn’t even dream up if he tried to.

The doorbell rings knocking him out of deep thought. He ignores it hoping whoever it is will go away. They don’t, they’re pretty persistent actually the doorbell ringing again and again. He pulls it open frustrated, hoping he can get rid of whoever it is fast.

Expect when he sees who it is his whole brain screams at him that getting rid of this person is the last thing he wants to do.

“Magnus,” he says a little breathless a smile automatically stretching across his face.

“Hi, we need to talk,” he says brushing in the door past Alec. He stops in the living room pacing a bit, thankfully not going far enough to notice the chains.

“So, here’s the thing we enjoy each other’s company right?” Magnus says. Alec just nods his head. “Good. Good, I thought so. We’ve gone out on like three dates now and you came to my best friend’s admittedly weird surprise birthday party and helped us heist a bazooka which feels like you’re very into me because who helps with a heist if they’re not interested.” He takes a deep breath soldiering on. “But I feel like you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

“Magnus I’m not avoiding you,” he says which is kind of a lie. He has been a bit first because he was afraid of whatever was happening to him and then so scared that he could hurt Magnus with this newfound werewolf situation.

“You are, whether it’s intentional or not you are,” Magnus replies wringing his hands a bit. “And I get it. It’s a lot. You were just going on dates with a gorgeous guy with a high g.p.a and now I’m a witch in training who’s best friend is a vampire slayer cause vampires are real and the librarian is a watcher. It’s a lot I know.”

He paces away from Alec heading towards the dining room. Alec’s eyes go wide chasing after him when a sudden pain lurches through his stomach.

“But I think we have something pretty potentially incredible here and I’m not just gonna stand by and let you avoid me and it slip away so you can spend your Friday night’s,” Magnus freezes staring at the dining room table. Another pain lurches through Alec. “Playing with chains. Why are you playing with chains?”

He turns to Alec just as another massive pain lurches his whole body tossing him to the ground. “Magnus you have to go,” he growls out. Really truly growls, his voice practically gone as he keeps his eyes on the ground. His fingers give way to claws.

“Alexander,” he says worry in his voice as he nears him.

Alec’s head whips up then forcing himself to keep his claws buried into the hardwood floor. “Magnus, go!” he yells sharp teeth piercing through his gums.

Magnus’ eyes go wide and he takes off to the front door as the wild takes over for Alec. The last thing he remembers is screaming at the wolf inside of him to leave Magnus alone.

***

Magnus takes off fast. He’s never been more grateful for his years on the track team than he is now. Alec is the werewolf they’ve been looking for. He runs a little aimlessly at first the pounding steps of a wolf that’s no longer any bit human not far behind him till he detours heading for the school hoping that Clary is still there prepping to head out for the night.

Luckily Alec’s house isn’t far from the school so in minutes he’s busting through the main doors swerving through every hall heading for the library.

“Clary! Maia! Luke!” he shouts hoping that one of them hears. Luckily Clary may not have super hearing but she’s acutely attuned to her surroundings and comes busting down the hall Magnus’ way.

“Werewolf,” he says slightly out of breath coming to a stop. He knows Alec’s not far behind. “Alec.”

“The werewolf attacked Alec?” Clary says looking incredibly forlorn.

Magnus shakes his head rapidly, grabbing her arm and tugging her quickly back to the library.

“No, Alec is the werewolf,” he announces when they bust into the library. Maia and Luke are standing there tranquilizer guns in hand. Clary takes the one from Luke’s hand. “He wasn’t far behind me. He’s definitely in the building.”

He follows Clary grabbing a tranq gun for himself. He doesn’t really want to shoot his would be boyfriend, but it’s for both their benefits in this case. Maia and Luke creep behind, Clary making a gesture over her shoulder signaling for the two of them to go right.

Wolf Alec rounds the corner heading right their way. Clary raises her gun shooting twice, but he dodges both hits. He lunges at them tackling Clary to the ground.

“Magnus,” she shouts struggling with the wolf. “Shoot him!”

Magnus makes a disagreeable noise easing closer, the gun readied. He really hoped Clary would be the one to do this.

Clary throws a punch at the wolf’s neck and Magnus winces. “Careful Clary it’s still Alec,” he says aiming the gun.

“Then. Shoot. Him.” Clary grits out pointing each word. So Magnus does it firing three quick successive shots that hit Alec right in the side. He goes limp in Clary’s arms finally stopping his struggle. Clary lets out a long sigh pushing Alec off to the side.

“Well I think we know why he’s been acting weird,” she says out of breath lying starfish on the floor.

“Yeah,” Magnus sighs resting the gun on the floor and crouching down he reaches out a hand brushing his fingers through Alec’s fur. He’s ten times larger than a regular wolf, with dark, dark fur just like Alec’s gorgeous fluffy hair.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Magnus whispers brushing his fingers down the thick soft fur at Alec’s side. “We’re gonna be okay.”

***

Alec wakes up naked, again. This time he’s surrounded by books. He groans squinting at his surroundings. To his left he hears the sound of a chair scraping.

“There’s clothes on the filing cabinet,” a voice he thinks he’ll truly never tire of hearing says. His eyes meet Magnus’ through the metal fencing of the library cage where Luke keeps the more sensitive demon related books.

Magnus smiles at him once then twists around giving Alec his privacy. He dresses quickly in some generic school colors sweatpants, t-shirt and shoes before reaching for the door that’s still locked.

“Um,” he says and Magnus turns back around quickly digging into his pockets. He walks over unlocking the cage and stepping back a bit. Alec hesitates scared that Magnus is afraid of him.

It’s the quietest it’s possibly ever been in the library which is ironic considering it’s a library. Eventually Alec can’t take the silence anymore.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a sigh rubbing at the back of his neck. He hits a tender spot on the left side of his neck and winces dropping his hand. “I should have told you. It’s just I didn’t know at first and then I did and I just-“

Magnus holds up a hand stopping his ramble. “It’s okay, you were scared. These past few weeks have been a real supernatural info dump for you.”

“Still,” Alec says instinct almost bringing his hand back to his neck before remembering the pain in one side. “I am sorry I avoided you. I uh, I kind of lost the plot of what you were saying last night once the terrible lancing pain started cause I was transforming into a wolf, but I do like you a lot and I didn’t mean to avoid you. I was just uh, turning into a giant dog and waking up naked in the woods and it kinda threw me.”

Magnus laughs at that biting his lip a bit and stepping a little closer to Alec. “That would make for a rough few days,” he says still laughing a bit. “So since you’re not avoiding me, I know you’re probably pretty tired, but maybe we could go to the Bronze tonight?”

Alec knows the smile on his lips is goofy as hell. He has a lot to figure out about his new status and he’s sure Luke will have a comprehensive information package ready for him by first bell Monday morning, but right now all that matters is that the guy he’s fairly certain will be his boyfriend before the night is over isn’t afraid of him or mad at him and wants to go out again. A werewolf could have it way worse.

“I’d love that,” he says. Magnus smiles in return pausing for a second before breaching the bit of distance between them. He grips Alec’s hips tight and leans up kissing him on the lips. It’s just a quick press of lips, but it’s warm and soft and tastes a little bit like strawberries.

Magnus presses a second quick kiss and steps back heading for the swinging library doors leaving Alec standing there with his hands midair stunned into happiness.

“Oh, um Clary punched you in the neck so you might want to ice that,” Magnus says turning back for a second. “Oh, and I shot you in the side with three tranqs so ice that too,” he says turning around again. He pushes open the door before turning one last time. “I’ll see you eight, Alexander.”

He tosses a wave at Alec winking one eyelinered eye before finally walking out the door.

He’s gone by the time Alec thinks to respond just standing there waving at the spot Magnus is no longer in. He moves his hand pressing it to his lips for a second with a still no doubt goofy smile.

“A werewolf in love,” he whispers to himself shaking his head, happier than he’s maybe ever been.

#my fic #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #malec fic #clary fray #claia

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melanielocke · 3 years ago

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We Bury the Sunlight - Chapter 4

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Taglist: @alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer @thefoxandthefound @life-through-the-eyes-of @justanormaldemon @styxdrawings @ipromiseiwillwrite @writeordie-4 @a-dream-dirty-and-bruised @amchara @queenlilith43 @imsoftforthomastair

Thomas entered the bedroom Alastair occupied later that day. His arm was bandaged, but otherwise he looked fine. Alastair tried to sit up again, and ignored the pain.

‘I heard you got injured,’ Alastair said.

‘Not as bad as you,’ Thomas said. ‘The gateway is still there, and we can’t close it. Brother Zachariah and Magnus Bane have been there, and Ragnor Fell has agreed to come too as long as Christopher won’t be there.’

Alastair guessed he understood why after what Christopher had done to the school where professor Fell used to teach. It was a miracle anything was left, but then again perhaps if he’d been kinder, if he’d started working with Christopher back then, the disasters would have been a bit more contained.

‘At least we know what’s going on,’ Alastair said. ‘And where it’s coming from. Does it hurt? Your arm?’

Thomas shrugged. ‘Only a little. It was just a scratch, but I did lose some blood. Demons keep coming through, but I did kill a whole ravener nest.’

Alastair smiled. ‘Heroic.’

‘I just did what I had to,’ Thomas said. ‘This tear is going to be a problem like nothing we’ve ever seen, no one is prepared. I volunteered as much as I could. I was terrified when you didn’t wake up.’

‘I wondered where you were,’ Alastair said. ‘But of course, you have to fix the issue. You had to fight. I understand. I’m awake now, but everything hurts. Your mother doesn’t think I can go home yet.’

Thomas sat down at the edge of the bed, caressing his cheek with his fingers. The touch sent shivers down his spine, his fingers were warm and gentle.

‘I don’t mind that you’re here,’ Thomas said. ‘But I understand you want to see Cordelia and your mother.’

‘Apparently the baby can be born any moment now,’ Alastair said. ‘But maman will be alright, she has Risa to take care of her. I will meet the baby once I’m home. We finally agreed on a name, but I don’t know if it’s going to be a boy or a girl yet.’

‘What did you agree on?’ Thomas asked.

‘Rostam for a boy. Shadi for a girl. The baby will have a Persian first name, we all agreed on that.’

‘Those are beautiful names,’ Thomas said. ‘I hope you can see them soon. How are you feeling?’

‘Everything still hurts,’ Alastair said. ‘I can’t get out of bed. Your sister and Kamala saved me. I hadn’t expected to be surrounded so quickly.’

‘What were you doing there anyway?’ Thomas asked.

Alastair stared at him. ‘I told you, I’d figured it out. Since none of you were going to help me, I went to check it out by myself.’

Thomas frowned. ‘I would have come with you,’ he said. ‘If you’d just asked, I would have come.’

Alastair lost his temper. ‘I did ask! I came to the devil tavern to tell you and Christopher what I’d found, and to ask you to come with me to check it out. But instead James and Matthew were there, and they were awful to me. You said nothing.’

Thomas was silent. It was painful to watch, did he really not care? Did he expect Alastair to put up with James and Matthew for Thomas’ sake?

‘What did you expect me to do?’ he asked quietly.

‘You could have defended me, you could have told James and Matthew to behave and that it wasn’t the first time I’d met you there.’

‘I’m not ready to tell them about us,’ Thomas said. ‘I don’t know how, I’m sorry.’

‘You don’t have to. You could tell them we’re friends, or I don’t know, that they shouldn’t act like jerks. I knew this wouldn’t work. If you really loved me, then you would have done something.’

‘I don’t… I don’t want to pick sides,’ Thomas said.

‘And yet by doing nothing, you chose theirs. But they have no right to treat me that way, and I do not have to grovel in submission to earn forgiveness. You’re not doing me a huge favor by being with me, and it’s not some great selfless act to love me when no one else could. I deserve better than that.’

‘I’ve forgiven you,’ Thomas said. ‘But I can’t make James and Matthew forgive you too.’

‘Doesn’t sound like you have,’ Alastair said coldly.

Without another word, Thomas turned around and left the room. Alastair guessed that was it then. He would have no choice but to stay here until he could get out of bed again, but after that he would go home and he would not see Thomas again. He didn’t mind that Thomas needed his time before telling people about them, he knew it was new and scary for him, but Alastair was allowed to have some standards. Kamala was right, they weren’t worth his time, and he didn’t need Thomas’ love. He imagined spending time with Thomas’ sister might be uncomfortable, but she and Kamala had no difficult past with him and would not be cruel to him and claim he deserved it for what happened years ago. He had suffered enough. It wasn’t his fault if the merry thieves refused to see that.

It was a couple more days until he could leave the Lightwood’s house. Eugenia came to sit with him a couple more times, as did Sophie. Thomas didn’t come back, and although Alastair was still mad at him, it stung. He had hoped Thomas would come to apologize, but he hadn’t. Thomas’ father was busy trying to keep Charles in check, but he did check in once just before he was about to leave.

‘I’m sorry I couldn’t come see you sooner,’ Gideon said. ‘The enclave has kept me busy.’

‘Yes. I heard Charles is in charge,’ Alastair said.

‘He’s young, reckless,’ Gideon said. ‘He still has a lot to learn.’

‘Careless with other people’s lives,’ Alastair added.

‘You know him?’ Gideon asked.

‘We were friends once,’ Alastair said. ‘I know what he’s like and what a terrible leader he is. Not that anyone cares.’

‘Some do recognize how reckless he is,’ Gideon said. ‘But he has many supporters. How he survived the recent scandals surrounding him, I have no idea.’

Alastair did, but he didn’t think he wanted to have a discussion about racism right now. He imagined it wouldn’t matter how many mistakes someone like Charles made.

‘I hope you’re feeling better,’ Gideon added. ‘We wouldn’t have found those demon nests in time if it weren’t for you. London could have been overrun. You deserve some recognition.’

Alastair wasn’t sure if it was recognition he wanted. He just wanted Thomas to say he was sorry, he wanted Thomas to stand up for him and defend him from his friends. He just wanted to be loved.

‘I guess,’ Alastair said. ‘It wasn’t so difficult to piece it all together. But no one would listen to me.’

‘That’s why you went alone,’ Gideon concluded.

‘I figured if I had proof they would listen to me,’ Alastair said stubbornly.

‘Charles might not want to listen, but other shadowhunters will,’ Gideon said. ‘It’s no use dying for him. If you ever find something like this again, and Charles doesn’t want to listen, you can come here. I can help you, or perhaps Thomas and Eugenia… They’ll listen to you, I’m sure of it.’

Alastair sighed. ‘Thomas was the one who wouldn’t listen to me,’ he said.

Gideon didn’t know what to say to that. ‘I’ll talk to him,’ he said in the end.

‘I think I should go home. I can walk again, I do not mean to impose any longer.’

‘You can go if you want,’ Gideon said. ‘But we wouldn’t mind if you stayed until you made a full recovery.’

Alastair shook his head. ‘My mother needs me. I’m going home. Thank you for everything.’

‘Alright. Would you like to come for tea sometime? This Saturday, perhaps?’

Alastair didn’t know if he wanted to. He would much rather stay home, but if he went he could tell his mother he had socialized and she would be happy. Besides, Gideon Lightwood wasn’t the worst person to visit.

‘Okay, I’ll be there,’ Alastair said.

Perhaps Thomas would be there. Perhaps he would take the opportunity to apologize and work this out. Alastair wasn’t sure what he wanted right now, all he could do was wait for Thomas to decide if he deserved an apology. If not, then he guessed they didn’t belong together. Alastair was going to miss him, but he was done putting up with people who didn’t treat him well. This wasn’t going to be like it had been with Charles and he wasn’t going to stick around hoping some day it would get better.

He borrowed the Lightwood’s carriage to get home. Cordelia was downstairs when he arrived. Alastair hadn’t seen her in the past days, he guessed she must have been busy. He limped into the drawing room, he still didn’t walk well. Cordelia was holding the baby, gently rocking them in her arms.

‘Alastair!’ she called out and immediately the baby woke up and started crying. ‘No, no, don’t cry. It’s alright, your brother is here.’

Alastair managed to find a position on the couch in which he could sit somewhat comfortably. Why did everything still hurt?

‘I’m sorry I wasn’t here.’

‘No, I’m sorry,’ Cordelia said. ‘I should have gone after you. I shouldn’t have let you go alone.’

‘What’s the name?’ Alastair asked. ‘No one came to tell me yet.’

‘Rostam,’ Cordelia said. ‘It’s a boy.’

Alastair’s name pick, the one they’d decided on for a boy. He’d wanted the baby to have a name from the Shahnameh. The baby looked like him, he guessed, the same dark hair and eyes. He look at Alastair curiously.

‘Do you want to hold him?’ Cordelia asked.

‘Yes,’ Alastair said.

Thomas had just come home from another mission fighting these demons at the tear when his father approached him.

‘Can we talk, Tom?’

‘Sure,’ Thomas said. ‘We still haven’t made any progress on closing that tear. Magnus and Ragnor are doing what they can, but they need more time to research what’s going on.’

‘That’s not what I wanted to talk about,’ Gideon said.

The last few days had been exhausting. Thomas had done as many patrols as he could, and he didn’t think any other shadowhunter had spent as much time around the tear as he had. It was the only way he knew to deal with the storm of emotions he was experiencing. First, Alastair getting injured and his sister and Kamala dragging him here, to their house. Alastair not waking up, Thomas sitting with him, desperate for him to recover. And when Alastair had finally woken, he’d been angry with Thomas. Thomas didn’t know how to fix it. He wanted to, he wanted Alastair back, but he didn’t know what to say to him. He didn’t think he could tell James and Matthew about their relationship yet, and considering their behavior, perhaps not ever. They were his friends, he didn’t want to lose them. But he didn’t want to lose Alastair either.

He knew it wasn’t fair to expect Matthew and James to just forgive Alastair. His words echoed through his head. Doesn’t sound like you have. Thomas had forgiven Alastair. Thomas loved him. But he also had to be considerate of how Matthew and James felt. He didn’t know how to balance those two.

He sat down in the drawing room with his father after he’d changed out of his gear put it in the laundry basket and washed himself. He’d killed plenty of demons today and he never liked the stains of ichor that remained.

‘What did you want to talk about?’ Thomas asked.

‘I spoke to Alastair just before he went home,’ Gideon said. ‘He said that you didn’t listen to him when he told you about what he’d found. What happened between you two?’

Thomas stiffened. Alastair really was upset about what had happened, but what was he supposed to do? Could he tell his father? But perhaps he did need someone to confide him, because on his own he was making a giant mess of this. He didn’t think Christopher would be much help, and he could never tell James or Matthew about any of this. He guessed his father might be better suited to help him, even if the idea of telling him about Alastair was terrifying.

‘Alastair does not get along well with James and Matthew,’ Thomas said.

‘I noticed,’ Gideon said. ‘And I don’t know why, especially after what he did for you. I think he likes to avoid us, Sophie and I have tried reaching out to him after his sister’s wedding but he’s rejected all offers of help.’

‘Sounds like Alastair,’ Thomas said. ‘Wait, why did you reach out to him?’

‘You must have seen what happened with his father at the wedding,’ Gideon said. ‘Someone had to make sure everything was alright with him. He rejected all our offers but I guess when I was young I would have done the same.’

Thomas guessed if anyone would reach out to Alastair despite everything, it was his parents. He also realized none of their parents had any clue of the Merry Thieves’ past with Alastair and didn’t understand why Matthew and James were so hostile.

‘Alastair was… unkind at school,’ Thomas said. ‘I only learnt why when he were locked in the Sanctuary together, that he felt like he had to protect himself. I’ve forgiven him, and Christopher likes having him around for his experiments nowadays, but James and Matthew are still upset. Before he got hurt, he came to tell us about what he’d found, but James and Matthew had just returned and they didn’t want him there. I don’t know what I could have done, but he’s very upset that I didn’t say anything.’

‘Who wouldn’t be?’ Gideon asked. ‘I imagine he expected you to stand up for him? I understand it’s not an easy situation among your group of friends, but if you want Alastair to be your friend they should accept your choice.’

‘But I can’t force them to forgive Alastair,’ Thomas said.

‘No, you can’t, but even then they should at the very least be civil to him. If you can’t all get along it might be better to spend time with him without your other friends there. You’re allowed to have more than one group of friends.’

Thomas wasn’t sure what to say. Perhaps his father had a point and he could schedule with whenever he was spending time with whom if Matthew and James refused to be civil to Alastair. But he wanted to tell his friends about his relationship someday and he didn’t want it to be so tense and awkward forever. This whole thing would be a lot easier if James and Matthew could agree to leave the past in the past, but Thomas knew that was too much to ask.

‘Alastair isn’t a friend exactly… What I mean to say is…’

‘You love him,’ his father said. ‘Don’t you?’

Thomas stared at him. ‘You knew?’

‘We suspected,’ his father said. ‘But we decided to give you time to figure it out for yourself. I know it can’t be easy for you, and confronting you with this when you weren’t ready seemed cruel.’

Ever since Anna had come out, his father had often made subtle comments around Thomas and his sisters. They wouldn’t mind if any of them were like Anna. Thomas known for a long time that he would be accepted by his family. And yet he’d never found the courage to tell them until now.

‘Thank you.’

‘Does he know you love him?’

‘I confessed my feelings to him when we were in the Sanctuary together, he felt the same way. He was a bit unsure at first because he thought all my friends hate him and it would never work. But Christopher likes him at least. It’s just James and Matthew that don’t.’

‘And when he came to you after he’d figured out where to find that tear, what happened?’

‘James and Matthew didn’t understand what was happening. We haven’t told anyone about our relationship yet, not even Christopher although I’m planning to. They didn’t understand why Alastair was there and were hostile to him. Cordelia was there too, by the way. It kind of escalated, Alastair has a temper, and Cordelia pleaded with him to stop. That’s when Alastair left.’

His father sighed. ‘Tom, if you want to keep him you’re going to have to stand up for him when he needs you to. If I didn’t defend Sophie whenever people make comments about her scar or her mundane heritage, she surely wouldn’t have stayed with me.’

‘The difference is that James and Matthew do have a legitimate reason to dislike Alastair. I understand why he did what he did, I really do, but they were hurt just the same.’

‘If they cannot forgive Alastair nor be civil with him, the only thing they can do is put up boundaries and not interact with him at all. Which I imagine is going to be difficult, considering Alastair is James’ brother in law now. How did he intend to do that?’

Thomas guessed his father had a point. James had promised that he would be civil with Alastair at Cordelia’s and James’ wedding. But he had not followed through on that promise, not really. So perhaps he could confront James about that, remind him of the promise he’d made to Cordelia. Even if Cordelia wanted a divorce and had gone back to her family, James could be expected to keep that promise, right?

‘They are getting a divorce,’ Thomas said. ‘But even then, I think James should be civil. I understand it’s harder for Matthew. Honestly, I don’t think either of them realize Alastair is a person too.’

‘Then you remind them,’ Gideon said. ‘They’re your friends, they’ll listen to you. And if you want to keep him, you must have his back. He deserves that, no matter what he did in the past.’

‘I should go talk to the thieves,’ Thomas said. ‘And apologize to Alastair.’

#Alastair Carstairs #Thomas Lightwood #Thomastair #Gideon Lightwood #the last hours #fanfiction #tlh #Cordelia Carstairs #we bury the sunlight

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justonemorechapternicercy · 3 years ago

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ALSO sending the last ask, I actually saw your pinned post aaand can I puppy-dog-eye my way into a Halloween themed Malace maybe? Magnus' masked Halloween party, featuring a cute puppy?

Not as Halloween-y as I would have liked, but oh, well... :P (You will have to wait for the other you asked for :P That is... well, I have plans for it u.u)

When Jace dressed up as a puppy for the Halloween party, trying to seduce the handsome warlock and the perfect parabatai he wanted so much, he didn't expect this.

He was hoping for eyes burning with lust, seething jealousy for daring to flirt with others, hungry kisses shared on the dancefloor, and lots of kinky, passionate sex in the luxurious bedroom.

Not... Not this.

When he arrived at the loft, where Magnus’ usual Halloween party was organized, everything seemed promising. The whole loft was wrapped into darkness; the colorful, magical sparkles and mists only gave out limited light. He could almost feel the loud, yet mystical, enthralling sound of the music, created by Magnus’ compositor friend only for this night. The slutty puppy costume he wore as an acknowledgment and acceptance for all of the teasings he received from the pair for behaving like an excitable puppy turned many heads towards him. Especially the heads of those two he planned to seduce for the night.

Looking over them, he licked his lips. His parabatai and his boyfriend wore a less revealing, but just as interesting matching outfit. Alec, over his usual black clothes, wore a simple red leather jacket, that strangely made him even more delectable. Magnus, on the other hand, went all out: red, velvety suit accentuated with black lace, high collar decorated with black feathers, head, neck, and hands full of heavy, silver accessories. The perfect Once Upon a Time couple, if Jace was not mistaken.

Their eyes immediately found him, taking his figure, his clothes - or lack of thereof - with a famished look on their faces. They kept him captivated, pulling him closer like the opposite poles of magnets. He resisted, of course, wanting to attract them to him. He took a glass of something alcoholic, and after swallowing it without tasting it, the pulse of the music lead him to the dancefloor, surrounded by people decidedly not the two people he wanted. People, who could not keep their hands to themselves.

But, it was part of the plan: making the pair so jealous so they would have no other option than finally end all of their misery and fuck him so hard he would remember even when the two of them left him for good.

It...

Did not go according to the plan.

They were jealous, all right. The green-eyed monster was a good look on them; he felt so good knowing that they really wanted him. Without even a word, even excusing themselves from the party, they pulled him out of the crowd and ushered him to their bedroom, closing and locking up the door behind themselves, shutting out the outside noises. The sudden silence was deafening.

The first part of his plan worked - they behaved as he dreamed of. The three of them, alone. The next steps should have worked just fine, but-

Nothing happened.

Fucking him senseless?! Tying him to the bed, or spanking him for being a bad puppy?! Ordering him not to touch himself while Alec rode Magnus like there was no tomorrow?! Stuffing him full from both ends?!

No. Nothing like that.

What he got instead was-

Love.

Alec gently sat him down on their beds, snuggling closer to him, while Magnus made sure nobody would interrupt their time with their lovable puppy, by not just locking the door with a key, but with magic as well. They did not want anything to interrupt their time with their puppy.

Their puppy, who needed to be reminded of something.

"You worth so much more than this," Alec said finally before the silence could turn into suffocating, instead of just confusing. Jace glanced at him, puzzled. Worth more than what?

"You deserve respect, care, love... Not grubby hands taking what is not theirs," Magnus added, but Jace still felt disoriented. What happened with the plan?

Why were they talking about respect? Love? About caring for him? Why-?

His mind was full of mixed thoughts and unnamed emotions, not believing what was happening. He loved them, all of his heart, but he never expected that they would care for him like this. He was so sure that their night would be just that. A night. Not something entirely else. Dreamed of? Yes. Hoped for? Also yes. But logically thinking about the chance of this happening? No.

Never.

Yet, there he was, sitting between the pair's loving embrace, feeling inadequate, and so ready to run. Run from them, from their emotions... From his emotions. This was not what he signed up for. This was... This was scary. Scarier than any foe, any uncertainty, any unexpected trauma he faced before.

But before he could move even a muscle, his literal soulmate, the only person who knew him better than he knew himself, gently took his hands into his. Pulling them up to his lips, he pressed a kiss to each knuckle, his calloused fingers caressing Jace's sensitive skin on his wrist, his expressive, adoring eyes holding the blond captive.

"This is a promise," Magnus' voice purred into his ear. Jace didn’t even notice when he got closer, but now every cell of his body paid attention to the warlock sitting behind him, almost enveloping his smaller frame. "A promise of our eternal adoration."

Jace felt himself shivering. He felt like he was the deer looking into the speeding headlights, ready to be run over, not capable of moving his muscles.

Hands still in Alec's palm, the black-haired Shadowhunter dragged his lips along the side of Jace's palm, until he reached the thin, sensitive skin on his inner wrist, pressing a sweet kiss over the rapidly pulsing artery.

Magnus lightly grazed his neck with a finger, leaning closer to his ear, breathing in the sweet scent of the blonde Shadowhunter. "Kissing someone's wrist is a sign of affection," the warlock whispered. Lips still pressed to the vulnerable skin, Alec could feel Jace's heartbeat speeding up, and as the blush blooming on his cheeks darkened, he wanted nothing more than be the reason for Jace's excitement for the rest of their lives.

"It is the sign of our passion for you," Magnus added, then lightly nibbed on the blond's ear, teasing it with small bites and sweet kisses. "This one is for teasing - teasing a lover, to show that not everything has to be serious. That we will bring playfulness into your life."

"Am I not playful enough already?" Jace tried to joke, but it fell flat as his mind was so clouded with confusion, hope, and want. Magnus still chuckled, the sound so close to his ear felt like loving fingers caressed his whole body.

"You are. You are our playful little puppy," Alec murmured, pressing a soft little kiss on the tip of Jace's nose. The blonde blushed so prettily, the red color spread all over his cheeks, neck, and even his chest. He may have planned to have kinky sex, which would not have made him embarrassed, but this?

This was new for him. Unknown territory.

"And what does this mean?" He asked, voice cracking.

"Sweet, innocent adoration," Alec explained, while Magnus traced down the redness with his finger, making Jace almost losing his mind. The mixture of arousing touches and sweet words felt too much, yet, at the same time, not enough. He wanted to run, away from his feeling, from their feelings, yet he wanted to stay. To bask in their love, to be surrounded by them.

"Alec," he breathed. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew Alec would know. He always knew.

Without conscious thought, he closed his eyes, giving an opening for Magnus, to peck his eyelids, first on the left and then on the right. "This means devotion. That we cherish you and want to protect you from everything. We know that you can protect yourself, but we want to love you. Take care of you," Alec whispered.

The whine that came out of Jace was suspiciously puppy-like. He felt like he was floating. He wanted more-

No. He needed more!

He tried leaning forward, to kiss Alec, but Magnus' embrace pulled him back before he could reach his target. Thankfully, he was not long without another teasing kiss, now pressed on his naked shoulder. Magnus' facial hair left a red mark in his wake, making Jace wishing for more.

More kisses, more marks, more-!

"A shoulder kiss is a promise for more," Alec smirked, winking at Jace, but before the blond could think of anything with his slow, foggy mind, his parabatai's lips found a sensitive spot on his neck.

A loud moan tore from Jace. His head rolled back, helping Alec to find a better position, jaw slack, eyes glassy with pleasure. He felt teeth marring into his skin, not tearing, just holding, worrying - working on leaving a mark that would show everybody that Jace was theirs.

"Possessiveness," explained Magnus, leaving his own mark against Jace's skin. The blonde Shadowhunter floating in ecstasy looked utterly debauched, making it almost impossible to resist him. But it was not the time for it - not yet. They had one last kiss to share with him.

"This," Alec took Jace's right hand into his," is a promise. No, not even a promise. This is a fact," he said almost ominously. If the blonde would have had more brainpower to think about these words, he might have found them confusing and strange, but as he was halfway gone, he could only stare at his parabatai in awe.

"A kiss on the palm means," Magnus continued, taking his left hand, then pressing a feather-soft, almost not-there kiss to the center of Jace's palm. "My heart... Our hearts are in your hand."

"You have our heart. You have had it since the beginning, and you will have it until you decide you don't want them anymore," Alex finished with a last kiss on Jace's palm.

The silence that fell on the room was heavy, yet neither of them tried to break it. The pair already said what they wanted, and the blonde man, dressed as a puppy?

He had important things to wrap his head around. But one thing he was sure of: he would guard their hearts they offered him as an overprotective dragon forever. They were his - and he was theirs.

#gen's halloween fun #gen's prompt game #magnus bane #alec lightwood #jace wayland #malace #magnus x alec x jace #phoe 💕#shadowhunters

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