#a shadowhunter who loved one man so much he changed the world for him

[w-artie]

How perfect is it that Magnus decides to take Alexander's surname? to unite it with his own, making it something unique?

Now, I'm not up to date with the books, but from what I gathered Alexander is it for Magnus. Before Alec, Magnus never married, never even bothered to imagine a forever with someone. Alec, in his simplicity and contradictions, has managed to tear down and entirely destroy that wall that had been up for centuries. And while Magnus desperately wants to hope for their forever, desperately wants it, he knows how it is going to end. He knows Alexander is going to pass someday and what he decides to do?

He takes is surname.

I can very well imagine Magnus never removing their wedding ring, even after Alec's passing, which would be a declaration on itself. But the surname?

He is not only saying "oh, he was my love, we were married once". He is incorporating him in his identity. We know how important identity is for a warlock, they usually choose their names for themselves. And Magnus is choosing to making Alec part of it, part of himself.

In a couple of centuries, when the present will only be a chapter in the book of history, Magnus still be Magnus Lightwood-Bane. He would still be Magnus Bane, but he would still be declaring, centuries from now, that he loved a shadowhunter once. That there's a part of him that still will be loving that shadowhunter. That he will probably never stop.

I don't ever want another love.

[aleclightofmylifewoodbane]

i truly hate the show bc YOU GUYS DONT KNOW WHAT YOURE MISSING WHEN YOU WATCH THE SHOW BEFORE READING THE BOOKS

you dont know that magnus’ magic is the same striking blue as alec’s eyes

you dont know alec’s eyes are the same color as the ancestors of a family so intertwined with his

you don’t know that magnus sees ghosts in the blue of alec’s eyes

you don’t know magnus is two inches taller than alec

you dont know that alec loves that magnus is taller than him

you don’t know that they dated in secret for months

you dont know alec’s wardrobe is absolutely hopeless and he only wears years old worn out sweaters with holes in the cuffs and magnus loves it

you dont know that sometimes magnus wears his worn out sweaters

you dont know that they didnt get married for years until alec became consul and they could get married in warlock blue and shadowhunter gold under his new law

you dont know they have two kids, before they ever married

you dont know their first son is named after alec’s brother max, who actually died during the war

you dont know that max’s skin is blue, and his eyes are just a shade darker than alec’s

you dont know that alec loved one man so much he changed the world for him

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Stranger Things

Where the 20 Chain Links Lead by fandsart

Steve has always known he’s stupid. While it wasn’t exactly something he took pride in, it hadn’t really ever bothered him until he started socializing with what could probably be described as some of the smartest people in Hawkins. It doesn’t help that most of those people were so much younger than him.

A character study of one Steve Harrington, and a glacial slowburn Steddie fix-it fic

chat with you, baby (flirt a little, maybe) by desiccatedwithering (acornsofthemind) (+ podfic)

"Hey, shitheads!” Steve “the hair” Harrington barks, looming in the doorway like a monster from the Abyss. “What the fuck are you doing in here? Get your asses down to the gym right fucking now.”

Eddie gapes. First of all, the audacity— Second, he’s never been much for physical fights, but if this douchebag thinks he can bully any of Eddie’s kids, he’ll have to go through Eddie first.

“Let’s go! Move it!” Harrington snaps, making an impatient gesture down the hall.

SVSSS

Achievement Unlocked by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

One day, after five years of reasonably peaceful marriage with only a few kidnappings and sex pollen incidents, Shen Yuan is sent back to his old body without warning. Luo Binghe makes a deal with an alien entity calling itself the System to perform a mission in exchange for the ability to bring his husband home.

The mission is simple; [Uncover secret transmigrator plotline and flesh out the character wiki!]

At least it will be once he figures out what the words ‘transmigrator’ and ‘wiki’ mean.

Or: That one where Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe don’t realize they’re in a domestic fluff bonus chapter.

Written for the 2021 MXTX Big Bang with art created by Ataratah

The Witcher

The Footsteps We Follow by thiswildheart

Look, Jaskier's got a lot going on. He's painfully aware that there are cataclysmic events happening and that the troubled teenager he knows might save the world or speed along the end of days. He's also in love with a man who's never even admitted that they're friends, which is almost as bad.

Oh, and he's still working as the Sandpiper, only now a terrifying eldritch creature has entrusted him with the Song of the Seven to give hope to the elves and help them fight back against their oppression. It's probably the bravest thing he's ever done, but not everyone sees it that way.

Luckily he knows some people who excel at last minute rescues.

... then he just has to figure out how to tell Geralt why so many people are trying to kill him. This is going to go great.

Clone Wars

Every Shadow by Kenobster (kenobster)

The days on Kadavo were long, but the nights moved quickly. Hundreds of pairs of wide, sleepless eyes haunted the space of the holding cells. Droves of terror clogged the heavy, sweaty air, and every sound, however faint, was like a physical ripple across the crowd. Every sound. The jingling of keys, the clicking of locks, the thudding of boots, and that’s how the nights on Kadavo started—with a gradual increase in the degree of quiet.

OR—during the mass casualty event following Kadavo and Zygerria, Obi-Wan and Anakin seek ways to cope with trauma.

Shadowhunters

We All Want (to Change the World) by opalish

It starts with Simon, which explains why the entire process is such an unrelenting headache.

or, Alec's startlingly quick journey from Head of the New York Institute to Inquisitor.

[alexanderlightweight]

hi! I love your writing <3 your dark malec is my favorite and i like how much detailed they are (i'm obsessed with notes to this eldritch delight)

thank you for your works!

prompt for writing wensday: what happens if alec got into alternative universe were he isn't exist yet, so magnus not know him. but magnus know that alec his when sees him and didn't want to give him back to his magnus.

(I sorry for if there is mistake, english not my first language)

you're great anon! and it was a delight to write this and i can't wait to share the notes that i'm going to have when i post to ao3 cause it brought up a lot of notes on how different the two worlds are because they are very different ones. your prompt is absolutely fine! i hope you enjoy

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Anonymous:

hi! I love your writing <3 your dark malec is my favorite and i like how much detailed they are (i'm obsessed with notes to this eldritch delight)

thank you for your works!

prompt for writing wensday: what happens if alec got into alternative universe where he isn't exist yet, so magnus not know him. but magnus know that alec his when sees him and didn't want to give him back to his magnus.

(I sorry for if there is mistake, english not my first language)

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“Magnus!”

His name breaks through the pain, the haze, the horror that is engulfing him.

Magnus wonders who it is that has found him, has managed to come to his aid and he hisses, flinching away when he cracks open his eyes and sees a broad figure covered with runes.

Nephilim.

Magnus is about to use the last of his strength to attack but it’s too late and then warm, calloused hands are cupping his face and the icy rain stops hitting him.

Magnus thinks he’s dying.

That the nephilim has already stabbed their blade through his chest. For what else could explain the gorgeous eyes brimming with concern and fear for him, rather than of him.  Magnus knows his glamor is down but there is nothing like disgust in the shadowhunters eyes and then a flash of lightning and Magnus realizes that what he thought were a part of the sky are actually dark, spread-out wings.

The nephilim is covering Magnus, shielding them both from the storm and Magnus marvels at such a defense behind shared with him, even if it is in death.

“Magnus no, Magnus you can’t do this too me.” And those strong hands are pulling him up and chapped, lips are pressing urgently to his own. Magnus doesn’t mind, he’ll take the end with a kiss, he’s greedy enough for it but then he taste hoarfrost and a sliver of chill and he finds himself kissing back greedily, strength ftastesg to him with every touch of lips and tongue.

His arms come up, intending to chase and demand more but the nephilim is pliant and unresisting and folds to Magnus’ touch.

Magnus curls his fingers in feathers he’s only ever touched on a corpse, his skin sparking with magic the longer they kiss, and he wonders what kind of a dream this is.

“Magnus what happened?” He’s being asked when he finally lets the nephilim pull away, Magnus’ head is tucked to a neck that he knows is lined with a rune and then protective — softer than Magnus could have imagined — wings are wrapped around him. “One minute you were almost done sealing the rift and then something exploded. I thought maybe the leylines ruptured again but this isn’t where we were. I don’t recognize anything.” There’s a moment and then a grumble of, “I can’t believe you changed your outfit before you tried to heal yourself. We’re having a talk about priorities again, okay? Because you can’t say you have better survival skills than I do and then care more about your outfit than your health.” And then there is a little sniffle and Magnus realizes the little drops on his head aren’t rain slipping through, they’re tears.

Tears being shared out of worry, out of agony and out of love for him and Magnus marvels.

“I think it was an accident.” Magnus says slowly, trying to work out how to keep the man in his arms pliable until he figures out this mess — until he figures out how to keep him, where he’s from — because Magnus has never felt trust and adoration directed to him like he did when he was drinking pure energy from the nephilim holding him. “I don’t really remember what happened, darling.”

The pet name is a risk but Magnus doesn’t know his name and he wants a claim and from the way he’s held tighter and there is a little hitch of breathe, it’s not a misstep.

“You’ll need to portal us out of here.” He’s told and Magnus wants even more because he’d placed Charles Branwell under a geas that would never let the shadowhunter admit Magnus had worked with him. Then Magnus had admitted a shameful defeat and failure, sent Branwell off and completed the portal with the nephilim and the rest of the downworld none the wiser. Only Magnus’ closest companions, the Council of Elders and a few trusted warlocks were allowed to even know if it.

“I don’t have the energy.” Magnus admits and it’s a bitter admittance.

“I know, babe.” He’s soothed and a kiss is brushed against his forehead, “I’m just waiting to catch my breath. I know you hate doing it, but you’ll need to take more.”

Magnus is shocked and he can’t help saying “if I take anymore, you’ll faint.”

“I know.” He’s assured, like that helps make sense instead of making even less sense. “I know you hate making me that vulnerable but it’s fine. I know you’ll have me, kay? And you know I can’t get us both somewhere safe in this kind of weather. Especially when I don’t know where we are.”

“No, you’re right.” Magnus says because he is, but Magnus marvels at such a display of unhesitant faith and affection. “And I will, have you.”

He’s smiled out, Magnus can’t see it but he can feel it against his hair and then there is a soft content, sigh, “you always do.”

Magnus finds his nephilim leaving and then he’s being kissed again but this time it’s with passion, with the surrendering of a storm bowing to a crumbling mountain rather than tearing it apart. His — because how could Magnus give him up after tasting his love — nephilim gives himself to Magnus, the very soul of him offering itself up to be devoured.

Magnus takes more than he needs but his nephilim trusts him, his mouth getting softer as Magnus presses closer and then he’s slumping onto Magnus, unconscious and vulnerable and his.

Magnus opens a portal to the strongest and most protected of all his lairs, picking his nephilim up and marveling at how the wings have disappeared, as if to make it easier for him.

Magnus steps through and vows that he’ll find a way to keep this, to keep him.

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

okay so this take place the hypothetical situation when malec doesn't get back together at the end of cohf and alec goes on some blind dates that just turn out sour and end up meeting magnus and they have a good time together. then they just dating without the pretense (bonus point if magnus been the one sabotaging alec blind date with the weirdest most extra gimmicks)

“Maybe, I’m not meant for this.”

“For what?”

“This whole dating thing,” Alec says in a hushed whisper.

They’ve been laughing and drinking for the past two hours so Magnus is a little surprised by this change in conversation.

“What do you mean, darling?” They’re not dating but Alec is used to the endearment and Magnus likes calling him darling.

They both pretend like it’s normal to do that.

“Well, I’ve gone on thirteen dates in the past three months and shit hasn’t worked out for me. Maybe I’m just not a date-able person,” Alec sighs.

“That’s not true,” Magnus says indignantly, “You are the most date-able person I have met.”

Alec lets out a dry laugh at that. “Funny you said that. It didn’t work out with you so shouldn’t you be first in line to agree to my hypothesis,” Alec avoids Magnus’s gaze while looking, and it sends a pant through Magnus’s heart because he can see the other man’s emotions fully on his face.

It’s a face filled with dejection and hurt.

And so much sadness.

Sadness that Magnus has caused.

By breaking up with him—not that Magnus regrets the breaking up part, well, not completely at least.

But the sabotaging all of Alec’s date part.

He’s an asshole.

“You were a great boyfriend,” Magnus puts a hand on Alec’s in a comforting gesture, “and as the only person who has ever dated you, my words should be written in gospels.”

“Forgot the part where I tried to take your immortality away and you left me in the tunnels?” Alec throws back, a little sharply this time but there’s instant regret in his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I deserved what happened,” the shadowhunter apologised and then suddenly got up. “I should leave.”

“Alec, wait—“ Magnus takes Alec’s wrist in his hand, to stop him from leaving.

Alec continues to avoid his gaze and Magnus doesn’t get the change in atmosphere. They were having such a nice time. It seems normal.

Like they are dating again.

Which is weird because they’re not. They’re not even in the ballpark of dating.

Magnus just almost, always, coincidentally happens to be at the same place where Alec goes through one of his date.

And sweet and gentle and innocent Alec never even questions it. Never wonders why that is. Never doubts Magnus even in the slightest.

And that makes him feel like a horrible person because Alec has so much faith in him.

“I don’t think this guy is coming. He’s already two hours late. I don’t want to waste your time, I should leave.”

“We can go back to my place and watch something and gossip about this guy.” Magnus says with a grin, trying to lighten up the mood.

Alec gives him a small smile before shaking his head.

“I’m not really feeling it tonight. I think I’m done with this dating thing for a while.”

He hates that the words make him feel good.

Makes him feel relief.

Relief that Alec won’t be seeing or meeting or kissing or smiling at someone else.

But the pain on Alec’s face takes away all of that relief.

Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.

Tell him that’s he’s the most date-able person.

That’s he’s the most gentlest and softest person Magnus has ever met in all four hundred years.

That no one in the entire world, past or present or future timelines can love as well as Alec Lightwood.

“You shouldn’t give up on love, Alec.” Magnus says quietly.

Alec shifts closer and places the gentlest of kisses on his cheeks, and Magnus knows that very second that he’s going to feel the touch for days.

Maybe forever.

“Nephilim only love once. I’ve had my one, Magnus. I don’t think it gets better than that.” He says and leaves.

PART II

[clockworkbee]

Alec did not only remind Magnus of Will, but he also gave him the reality that Magnus hardly thought possible, that Will had given him a glimpse of and hope for.

He traced the halo of light around Will with a finger and smiled. Will had been no angel, though neither had he been as flawed as some might have thought him. When Magnus thought of Will, even now, he thought of him dripping rainwater on Camille’s rug, begging Magnus for help no one else could give him. It was Will who had introduced him to the idea that Shadowhunters and Downworlders might be friends.

—Magnus’s Vow

“And when one day people look back on me and what my life meant, I don’t want them to say, ‘Alec Lightwood fought in the Dark War’ or even ‘Alec Lightwood was Consul once.’ I want them to think, ‘Alec Lightwood loved one man so much he changed the world for him.’ ”

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

—Queen of Air and Darkness

[aestheticsfandomsandmore]

Thai QL Favorites Tag Game

Thanks @telomeke for tagging me (I’m @sharingfandoms, this is my main)!

(i’m only taking live action into account this once)

Favorite Thai QL: Bad Buddy The Series. It’s my favorite Asian show ever, actually, although I have watched some I found better handled on some aspects, or just less camp: nothing ever made me feel like Bad Buddy has, it’s my 2nd favorite show of all time (only Ted Lasso gets to rank higher). 

Favorite Pairing: PatPran. Again, 2nd favorite pairing of all time (1st is clace from The Shadowhunters Chronicles), and my current obsession. I don’t know how to talk about them without writing a 10k words essay, so I better not even try.

Most underrated actor/actress: To be honest, I am not really aware of how much actors or actresses are loved by the fandoms, and I noticed most BL actors are really hyped regardless of their skills anyway, so I won’t answer to this one.

Favorite Character: Pran Parakul from Bad Buddy; again, I know this is going to be very BBTS-centred, but Pran became my 3rd favorite character ever, and my favorite within any Asian drama I’ve ever watched.

Favorite Side Character: I can’t just pick one this is gonna be hard. Ram and King from My Engineer, Kim from KinnPorsche, Ink and Pa from Bad Buddy, Yok from Not Me, Army, Joe and Mollie from The Warp Effect, Wat (Ik he’s not queer, but I really love him) from The Eclipse.

Favorite scene in a QL: I guess Pat and Pran’s kiss in episode 5, including their whole conversation before the kiss, gotta take the first place, but to be honest there are a lot of good scenes from almost every QL I’ve watched.

Favorite line in a QL: “What I do might not be able to change the world, but it surely changes my attitude towards the world. You might think one man can’t change the world, but I want you to know this world can’t change someone like me either.” From P’Tong in Bad Buddy.

Most Anticipated QL (& why): 23.5!!!! I can’t fucking wait! MilkLove are gonna slay and I’m so captivated by the plot. 

Healthiest relationship in a QL: PatPran from Bad Buddy and RamKing from My Engineer.

Most toxic relationship in a QL: KinnPorsche and VegasPete from KinnPorsche and BonnDuen from My Engineer.

Most underrated series: The Warp Effect. Please, watch this show.

Guilty pleasure series: I never feel guilty for the stuff I enjoy watching lmao. 

I tag @thegayneurodivergentagenda, @fiercynn, @hereforlou and @lovingtheshow, but sorry if you were already tagged by someone else; also literally everyone who wants to do this.

[khaleesiofalicante]

JOAN CALLING KINCAID KINNY JOAN CALLING KINCAID KINNY JOAN CALLING KINCAID KINNY JOAN CALLING KINCAID KINNY JOAN

Idk what Régine is on, but I kinda like it👀👀. Her warning Joan of what they had planned?? My girl is getting her redemption arc??

“Jonathan,” the man held out a callused hand. “Jonathan Shadowhunter.” FFS FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT IT WAS ALBERT!!!! I SCREAMED AND HAD WAR FLASHBACKS OMFG. After he said he was Jonathan I WAS RELIEVED IF THAT TELLS YOU HOW MUCH I HATE THAT BITCH 😡😡

I will only focus on Iris and Abigail's friendship and ignore the world collapsing, don't mind me they are now my everything :))

The man was really exquisite – which was apparently a word you can use to refer to your professional relationships too. I got kicked out of a class because I couldn't stop laughing at this 😞, I don't regret it, but my humor is broken now JAHDHHSUAHDDJSAK

Also hellooooo Miguel👀👀👀👀. Thank the angeI speak spanish

I need answers from Hermes!!!!!

I am 99% sure it was David who changed the canon event, it can't be Alec, Max or Rafael... Lance can't go through a portal by himself, and he aparently didn't know Arthur died... It could be Magnus but idk!!!!

“Mom!” the boy gasped out softly and threw himself at Isabelle, making the other woman freeze in shock. I MF CALLED IT!! From the moment Iris said all the Resurected were young and killed so suddenly (which makes sense bc Arthur was the same, and in changing his death they changed the canon events of those similar. So fucking brilliant!!), I knew Max would also come back 🥺🥺

He was screaming as if he was in agony. I really should stop reading this while I'm in public, it's becoming embarassing to cry that much outside...

I'm still so confused about Arthur and Magnus' dreams!! I thought I figured it out but turns out I'm still confused af 😭

Because he was dead. Because he is dead. He is dead. /// “You were born to kill him, and I was born to love him,” Arthur smiled tiredly. “There is no destiny, Kincaid. This was never meant to be.” /// “Arthur, please,” Kincaid said hoarsely, putting a hand on the barrier. “I love you.” “I love Lance more,” Arthur replied and turned around. “Goodbye, Kincaid.”

It's fine :) It's not as if I'm freaking tf out because there's one chapter and the epilogue left :) Totally not breaking apart :) Completely not devastated by every new ending of a chapter or POV :) Obviously unrelated that I will be going insane until next chapter :))))))

I finished the outline of the next chappy and yeah it's something hehehe. ALSO IT'S THE LAST ONE :(

[cakegatedisaster]

Where are they all from? Assume I know NOTHING about them

OKAY OKAY OKAY

SO I am not telling you shit about Jason or Percy, we're both already experts, BUT FOR THE REST:

Laurent de Vere is from Captive Prince, a dark fantasy novel set in medieval times with two warring kingdoms that mirror the medieval nations of France and Greece, and feature a whole cast of lovingly wicked characters, including Laurent who is actually the love interest of the main character, Damen. It's a fantastic enemies to lovers plot, with soooo much political scrambling and a wonderful narrative about redemption and endurance. SOOO completely recommend it.

Lestat de Lioncourt is from Interview With The Vampire, a book series originally published by Anne Rice that spans 12 books. Lestat is introduced in the first one as a vicious, beautiful, horrible vampire mentor/love interest to the first books protagonist, Louis. I haven't actually read the books, but I HAVE watched the AMC TV show of the same title and fallen in love with Sam Reid's portrayal of this incessantly complicated complex individual. Amazing TV show, go watch it.

Draco Malfoy is another one that doesn't need much of an introduction. However, I find myself wanting to justify my love of him by presenting not canon material Draco, but rather the much changed, much beloved fanon Draco, portrayed as such in the literal hundreds of drarry fanfic I've read over the years. Come ask me for recommendations, and be fed.

(humiliatingly, these last three have been blond and French to some degree. It appears I have a type.)

Now Magnus Bane might be a little less known, but he is the fanciful warlock from the Shadowhunter Chronicles, a books series that now spans over 20 books and six different series, plus a movie and a three season TV show. Set in a world where angels and demons are constantly at war, the angels tasked a specific group of people to lead the charge against the demons on earth and protect the innocent, unknowing people of earth. These are called Shadowhunters, or Nephilim. Now, there is so much lore and backstory to get into for this series that it is actually insane, especially considering I've read every book and watched the show at least 4 times. I would highly recommend the show, it gives early 2010's cheesy monster movie for the first season but gets a lot darker as it goes on, AND it has the world's best portrayal of his majesty Magnus Bane, played by the lovely Harry Shum jr. (He's also in a committed queer relationship which is universally agreed to be the best thing in the entire series)

DAEMON TARGARYAN. What a man. He's unhinged, he's insane, he's in love with his niece, he sired three children with her, he almost choked her out, and he's currently being haunted by a really old castle and a freaky witch. What a guy, I love him.

Andrew Minyard is such a guy. He's so unbelievably traumatized that he flips between manic as hell and apathetic. He's from All For the Game, so I can't say too much else about him or I might spoil you 😅 but you'll see.

And finally, Hannibal Lecter. Played by the extraordinary Mads Michelson, Hannibal in the TV show is HONESTLY the best performance I've ever seen in my life. He is so pretentious and gentle and vicious, he eats people but he does it in ways that make you want to eat what he's eating, just all around an extraordinary character, go watch Hannibal, it will be so so worth it.

[bisexualwintermoon]

ASSORTED ALEC LIGHTWOOD PROPAGANDA (in no particular order):

one time when they were in hell, jace & clary were having sex in a cave, isabelle and simon were making out in a tunnel, and alec was getting wine-drunk in a cave by himself and missing his (technically ex) boyfriend (and then refused to make a pie)

founded the downworlder-shadowhunter alliance with lily & maia

got put in charge of the government and one of his first decisions was to make shadowhunter-downworlder marriage legal and then married his boyfriend on a beach in la

managed to pick his boyfriend out of a crowd of illusions of his boyfriend made by a greater demon

fell down the stairs after his first date

kissed his boyfriend in front of all the shadowhunters and inspired other gay shadowhunters to come out

when magnus volunteered to take care of an abandoned warlock baby alec was immediately 100% on board to raise the child together

then alec brought them home another child and now they have two children 🥰

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

reads comic books unlike most of the other shadowhunters

one time he got a hickey and told jace that he got it by falling on his neck

on his first date with magnus, he judo-flipped a guy who tried to pickpocket magnus AND THEN a girl tried to get him to come work for a talent agency and so magnus told her that alec was wanted by interpol

“I mean, that’s what we’re here for, aren’t we? Shadowhunters, I mean. We have to help anyone who needs help. We have to protect people.”

“All I did was think about being worthy of coming home to you,” said Alec. “It was nothing much.”

“He was protected in a way many others were not. That meant he had to use whatever he had, for those who had no protection.”

fought a bunch of demons on top of the orient express without a shirt and also while he was soaking wet

he’s just a genuinely nice person who always does his best to help and protect others how can you not love him

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Andrew Minyard- All for the game by Nora Sakavic

Ben De Backer- I Wish You All The Best by Mason Deaver

Harold Hutchins- Captain Underpants by Dav Pilkey

Alec Lightwood- The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare

[books-i-finished-reading]

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Clockwork Princess - Cassandra Clare

( The infernal devices - book 3/3 )

17th February 2023

"Unfortunately, you may have to delay your plans for sororicide a bit longer. Gabriel Lightwood is downstairs, and I have two words for you. Two of your favourite words, at least when you put them together." "Utter simpleton'?" Inquired Will. "Worthless upstart'?" Jem grinned. "Demon pox" he said.

"Father..." Gabriel began. "Father is a worm." ... "What do you mean, Gabriel? What did father do?" Gabriel shook his head. "He's a worm," he said again ... "You're not listening to me," he said. "He's a worm. A worm. A bloody great serpentlike thing..." ... "I don't suppose it would be possible," said Henry into the silence, "to, er, step on him?" ... "... A great blind worm like a dragon out of a legend..." "Ah," said Henry. "Too big to be stepped on, then."

"... a certified idiot ..."

"I do not want to live half a life-"

"There is more to living than not dying,"

"Help me to understand you."

"Jem-Jem is all the better part of myself..." ... "Then what am I?" Cecily asked. Will exhaled, ... "You are my weakness." "And Tessa is your heart," she said, ...

" ... I suppose we all want things we cannot have."

... haste of a man with the devil at his heels.

" ... However little use you may find us, we are cleverer and more determined and more patient than men. Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure."

"Most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. You have found two."

"Who am I?" he whispered. "For years I pretended I was other than I was, and then I gloried that I might return to the truth of myself, only to find there is no truth to return to..."

Will let his cutlery clatter onto his plate. "The Consul? Breaking up our breakfast time? Whatever next? The Inquisitor over for tea? Picnics with the Silent Brothers?" "Duck pies in the park," said Jem under his breath, ..."

"There is more to life than surviving,"

"... Gabriel Lightworm over here." Will jerked his chin towards the other boy. "Sorry. Lightwood."

... it must be terrifying to be so intertwined with another person, ..."

"It is a very strange thing, to be in love," he said. "It changes you."

How could three people who cared for one another so much cause one another so much pain?

No one understands what you feel but me, and no one understands what I feel but you, so can we not feel together?

In all the world, you are what I love the most.

"Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine."

"... Our hearts, they need a mirror, ... We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us. And there is a beauty that brevity alone provides."

"... I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that..."

"... You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all."

Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.

"I cannot leave you to face death alone," Will whispered, ... "I am not alone," he said. "Wherever we are, we are as one."

"If there is a life after this one," he said, "let me meet you in it, James Carstairs."

Magnus shrugged. "It is not my responsibility now, nor will it ever be my responsibility, to manage wayward Shadowhunters..."

"A very magnanimous statement, Gideon," said Magnus. "I'm Gabriel." Magnus waved a hand. "All Lightwoods look the same to me-"

"This is a powder that when applied to the air causes ghosts to become visible," Henry said. Magnus tilted the jar of shining grains up to the lamp admiringly, ... "And in addition to its practical uses, it would seem to work for cosmetic purposes. This powder would make my very skin glimmer for eternity." ... "I could shine at will!" Magnus grinned at Henry.

"... We are not our parents, ... We do not have to carry the burden of their choices or their sins..."

"... We are ever capable of change and ever capable of being our better selves."

You could not lose something you had never had.

Life was an uncertain thing, and there were some moments one wished to remember, to imprint upon one's mind that the memory might be taken out later, like a flower pressed between the pages of a book, and admired and recollected anew.

"Please forgive me, ... but I must go and murder the cook. I shall be directly back."

"Do not seek revenge and call it justice."

"I cannot separate selfishness from selflessness now..."

"You're a person like me. You are like me. You say the things I think but never say out loud. You read the books I read. You love the poetry I love. You make me laugh with your ridiculous songs and the way you see the truth of everything. I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them, for you are odd and unusual in just the same way." ... "We are the same."

"... I am catastrophically in love with you."

"... I am not anybody's, ... My heart is my own. It is beyond you to control it. It has been beyond me to control it."

"There are so many worse things than death," he said. "Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse..."

"... I shall fight by your side, and if we go down, we go down together. For I too, wish an honourable death, like Boadicea."

Jem gripped his staff and swung it hard, ... Will struck with his blade, ... "I like that stick of yours," he said. "It's a staff." Jem swung out to knock another automaton sideways. "Made by the Iron Sisters, only for Silent Brothers." Will lunged forward, ... "Anyone can sharpen a stick." "It's a staff," Jem repeated, and saw Will's quicksilver smile out of the corner of his eye... "Whatever you say, James," said Will. "Whatever you say."

"... We all have our secrets that we keep because we do not want to hurt the people who love us."

Jem was alive, but he was changed; he lived, but was lost.

"Have faith in yourself. You can be your own mirror."

You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming.

"I should have known I'd find you out here, doing your best to turn yourself into an icicle," Magnus said, descending the steps until he stood beside Will,...

"... It is not easy to be different, and even less so to be unique. But I begin to think I was never meant for an easy road."

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Siren ~ J.W.

A/n: I’m so sorry this took me AGES oh my god- I’ve been writing this for so long. Hope y’all like it!

Word Count: 3800+

Request: “Jace Herondale x male demigod reader where the reader is a son of Aphrodite's but Jace don't know because Jace just thanks that's is bf is just a human. One day Jace and the gang we're on a mission but they got into a little bit of trouble fighting vampires that's when the reader steps in using his charmspeak ability to control the vampires and kill them. And that's when the tell Jace about him being a demigod and talk about his mother Aphrodite's. Jace was shock be he love he bf even more” by @shamelessloverhairdopainter

MASTERLIST

"You must be Clary."

To say that when Clary had been flung head first into the world of Shadowhunters, and especially after her and Simon had gotten so much backlash and been treated like outcasts for being human, she would see another human so comfortable in the institute, was an understatement. But... that's what this man had to be. He had none of the marks on him that the other Shadowhunters had. Runes. And when he set down the seraph blade he was fiddling with, it didn't glow when it touched his skin. There was that same heaviness to him that all Shadowhunters seemed to have, like he carried a heavy burden, but the darkness that seemed so inherent in these people was missing from him completely.

Clary was instantly intrigued. "Yes." Her head tilted, eyes narrowing as a smile rose to her face. "And you are?" She had been given the general tour - the entire time feeling daggers in her back as Alec glared at her. Seeing this man was a relief. There was no distance or judgement or anything in his eyes or the way he addressed her. He saw her as an equal, and his warm and welcoming smile filled her heart with relief. She opened up and relaxed immediately.

The man didn't seem to pick up on it. His eyes didn't analyze her, seeing every move she made and breath she took. That was a relief too. "I'm Y/n." It seemed his voice came slowly, after pauses, but it was really just the adrenaline wearing off as her brain finally calmed down, she realized... Although, he may be speaking soothingly, calmly, with clear diction. As if he knew her mind was currently spinning on its axel like a basketball on a finger. "You finding your way around okay? I can give you the tour if you want."

Clary almost laughed out loud. She would love nothing more than to have gotten the tour from Y/n instead. Damn. "No, I already got it. Jace gave it to me."

"With Alec trailing along glumly, I'm sure," Y/n remarked half under his breath. His smile was playful as he turned a pointed look to Alec.

It was at that point that Clary became aware that she wasn't the only one who relaxed around Y/n. Simon was breathing normally for the first time, even enough to look away from the people he'd watched like hawks - as if he looked away they would attack him. Izzy wasn't much different, but leaned against the wall and enjoyed watching Y/n call out her brother. For once she didn't seem to need to strut or demand her place in the room. She just had one. Jace had moved closer to Y/n, an almost-smile dancing at the edges of his lips. It was a wild expression to see on his face - a face that had been twisted with confusion, startled intrigue, or frustration since the very first second Clary had known him. Even Alec was no longer glaring, and had instead eased into more of a mocking, teasing, bantery flow.

"I'm not exactly happy that-"

"A human is in the institute?" Y/n cut off, eyebrow raising. Whatever doubts Clary might have had about Y/n being human, they were dashed immediately with that response. And Alec's follow up didn't help.

"Well you're different," he rushed, shrugging as if it was obvious.

Y/n seemed to find that funny. "Different how?"

Alec didn't have a response for that, so he changed the subject. "Well since you're both so familiar, why don't you give her the run down instead? Jace has a mission report to turn in."

That made Y/n chuckle. He didn't get a response out though, before Simon piped up. "Okay but actually I do want to address that. Why is Y/n okay and chill and whatever, but Clary who actually does belong here isn't? And why am I? Does Y/n have crazy skills or something?"

Y/n turned his smile toward Simon, and even as he paused to sigh, no one else spoke. Like his movement had captivated everyone in the room. He commanded an air that left no room for those around him to question who had the most authority in the room. Izzy wore her power on the tips of her fingers - delicate, quick, and strong. A grip that didn't let you go. Alec wore his power on his shoulders - stiff, solid, and broad. A firm and dependable form that didn't waver. Jace wore his power in his jaw - grating, tense, and locked. A surging wave of force that didn't cease. Y/n... he wore his power on his lips. In his smile; dancing out with his words; wrapping around you as he spoke; catching your eyes as he moved; pulling you forward as he opened his mouth. All he had to do was intend to respond and everyone was ready to hear what he would say.

"No crazy skills," Y/n responded, and it was like a slow motion reel had shot back into normal time again. Clary let go a breath that she didn't realize she was holding. "I can see through the mist and that was enough to throw them for a loop. Now I'm just good at keeping everything in order and such. Do a lot of cleaning and cooking. Putting books in the right place in the library. Running errands. The such. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want, and I won't tip anyone off due to any tattoos or odd behavior." Despite herself, Clary laughed along with Y/n as if she had been cued. Some part of her wasn't surprised when she heard Simon do the same.

Clearing his throat as he remembered himself, Simon tried to keep sturdy and questioning. Tried to play the outraged, and protective. "So you're an intern?"

Y/n's eyes shone with amusement. "Something like that. I'm a great fighter but can't use any of the weapons needed to kill demons so I'm basically useless in the field. However - I'm a great sparring partner. It's more that I'm just a great convenience. I keep things running a lot more smoothly. Encourage people to take a break and relax. Building that healthy atmosphere. Keeping minds clear and helping people stay well rested. More... a mom friend than an intern."

After a second, Simon nodded. "That's kind of cool."

"It's super awesome," Y/n agreed.

Clary found herself still curious though. "You said you're a great fighter. Did they teach you?"

Izzy was the one who responded here - and Clary found that subconsciously, she knew Izzy would. That Y/n preferred not to speak about it. That he'd rather someone else filled in what they knew from an outside perspective. "He sort of showed up out of nowhere about ten years ago. Really young, taken heavy damage, and gripping a mace. Mumbling about monsters with evil in their eyes and darkness on their tongue."

Clary's eyes widened. "Demons?"

Y/n nodded. "There are other monsters in this world - the kind from stories almost completely forgotten. The mist protects the Institute from mundanes the same way it protects them from these monsters. I fought those monsters for years, but my mace was only made for them. I didn't have any holy metals for demons, and meeting them for the first time was... startling."

"Wait how can monsters be separate from demons?" Simon asked.

"The same way that Gods are separate from angels," Y/n responded without missing a beat. "Demons and the such - the underworld - are all spawned from angels, and their opposites. Monsters were created from the Earth itself, same as humans were, but were created at a different time with different plans and different intentions. The metals that kill monsters couldn't hurt a human, but they also wouldn't hurt a demon or any of those related." He chucked lightly. "It's a little complicated."

Clary frowned. "You say it almost like... there are other people like you. People who fight the monsters."

Y/n smirked. "Good catch, Clary. There are." He hesitated a moment then added, "My mother's side of the family are monster hunters. We've always protected people from the monsters the same way Shadowhunters protect people from demons and their related parties."

"Then why are you here and not with them?" Simon seemed lost on his curiosity, and completely missed the way Alec, Izzy, and Jace simultaneously went rigid. Clary sucked in a silent breath, almost ready for Y/n to completely lose it with those reactions.

He didn't. He did tense, his voice a little strained just barely, but he still retained that easy relaxation he had held this entire time. The ease he reflected onto other people, making them relax too. Even now he seemed to be just fine, and if Clary hadn't seen the other three react she wouldn't have known better as he responded, "Those in my family start very young and aren't expected to live very long. It was... demoralizing to just be treated like a weapon. A line of defense, or an errand boy to be sent to deal with the problems the important people couldn't. Here, I'm a person. And I can help others feel like people too." He smiled and the tension in the room dissipated. "And... I suppose at the risk of being cheesy, I can admit that there is definitely someone specific worth staying for."

His eyes trailed smoothly to Jace and Clary's eyes widened.

Oh.

Jace cleared his throat, his lips finally curling into that smile he had been repressing before. "How about we talk about this more over dinner? Do you still need to prepare anything Y/n, or-?"

"It's all ready to go." Y/n motioned forward and when everyone began to walk, he stepped in time with them. He ended up next to Simon to immediately launched into-

"So you keep calling it the Mist. Is that the thing that keeps most people from seeing what's actually happening? Like a filter? The others don't use that word."

Clary tuned out. She thought about how nice it was to be around Y/n. How everyone had become so much more pleasant and warm the second he was around. She was grateful every second she spent here, that he was there with her. And she had known then that they would be friends, but was still surprised at just how much she would come to truly love and care about him. How big of a part of her life he would become.

She might be looking for her mom, But until she found her, Y/n was very good at filling the hole that she left behind. Soon, the Institute became a home. And Clary didn't mind it like she thought she would.

Even when she got thrown for another spin when she found out that Valentine was her father, and Jace... was her brother.

One step at a time, Clary. Handle it one step at a time.

-

"This is not a good idea."

Clary felt the room's temperature drop several degrees. Her eyes wide, she looked over at Y/n. He stood in the doorway, and seemed to take up every part of it, even though she knew he was smaller built than Jace was. Y/n had always had this effect, taking up more space and seeming bigger than he actually was. But it was usually comforting. Like a blanket, or the arms of a parent. Now...

For the first time since Clary had met him, Y/n looked angry. His face was set - cold and firm as stone. His eyes were hard, the color dark and his gaze piercing. He had been the best at controlling and expressing his emotions. His softness and comfort came through even when Clary had a break down because of the mind games Valentine was playing. His understanding and forgiveness did not falter when Jace left them for Valentine, lost in his own head, and then came stumbling home in a mess. He did not even miss a beat or have to catch his breath when Izzy got addicted to vampire blood or Simon got turned into a vampire and then could walk in the daylight, or Magnus crashed Alec's wedding and they kissed in the middle of the ceremony.

To see him so different now was more than just shocking. Clary realized that she had come to believe very deeply that Y/n didn't get angry. He didn't lose control. That wasn't the case of course now. He he looked like the edge of a steel blade. Sharp, dangerous, and merciless.

The only one in the entire room of supernatural beings that could respond to the mere human was Izzy of all people.

"It's the only plan we have. We need that necklace."

Y/n's jaw worked. He had not been there for the conversation as far as Clary knew - and if Y/n could be unnoticed in a room he was in, she would be surprised to find out - but he didn't question her or seem confused on the severity of the situation. They had been talking for the last hour about how there had been an old myth about a weapon that was just as affective as a seraph blade. One that could be used by anyone - even humans. Y/n's life had been out in danger in all the break ins and had almost died several times. It was thanks to his agility that he hadn't been lost altogether. So of course most of them were driven to find the weapon so that Y/n could finally be able to properly defend himself. But... the sword was locked in a vault that could only be unlocked with an amulet that was hoarded by a clan of vampires.

Vampires that were feral, unhinged and near animalistic. Raphael had tried to go in and make negotiations and had lost three people trying to get out. These vampires... they weren't like any others any of the Shadowhunters had met. At best they'd just have to do a raid and hope for the best. With the numbers though, it didn't look good.

With Jace leading the mission, there was no question as to why Y/n would be against it. That's why they hadn't included him. He was bias, and would stop them. They needed to do this.

So how had he found them, and how did he seem to know all of the things they had tried so hard to hide from him?

Finally Y/n spoke. "Fine."

Every pair of eyes in the room went a mile wide. "Fine?" Izzy asked, whispering as if she spoke too loud it would break the very obviously thin level of self control Y/n was using.

Y/n just shrugged. "I do not want you to go because it will put the people I love in extreme danger. You have to go so that in the future, I will not be in as extreme amounts of danger as U've been in up until now. To ask you not to go, not to chase this, would be like asking myself not to worry when you guys leave tonight." He sighed. "You're going to go anyway. It's not like you'll take me with you to help. So." Then he shrugged, not looking at anyone before turning and leaving the room.

Jace swallowed, turning to face the others. "It'll all be better and fixed when we come back and have the sword so Y/n can defend himself. For now, we have a mission to focus on. Come on."

Both men were right - there was nothing else to say right now. So they left, heading to the run down and abandoned church the vampires were stationed in. There were catacombs underneath the church that the vampires actually lived in. They had booby trapped it and even if they hadn't, all the twists and turns made it near impossible for any outsider to have even equal playing field in a battle - let alone the upper hand. It would be down to timing, coordination, skill... and luck.

To be fair to everyone present, they lasted a very long time before things went terribly wrong.

When it did go to absolute shit though, everyone was pretty sure they were all absolutely done for. Well, at least, until Y/n showed up.

“Drop your weapons.” There was no roughness or authority in his voice when he gave the command like there usually was when he inputted into something. His voice was too smooth and melodic for that. So beautiful it almost hurt to hear. All of them - including the vampires - were so distracted by the wonderful sound, and especially about hearing it again, that they obeyed. It made no sense, but completely juman normal mundane boy Y/n waltzed into the middle of the battle. His hand bounced from vampire to vampire, finger tips tracing skin to keep them focused on him. “Go to sleep. You’ve been fighting these mean people who came into your land and demanded a price that was too high. I’ll take care of them. It’s okay.”

As if in a trance, the vampires all floated off.

Y/n reached into the crypt, yanking out the sword the Shadowhunters had been going after. They had been close to getting it when the plan had gone to hell after they were found out. Now he held it tightly, knuckles white and eyes tense with anxiety as he turned to his friends. “Back to the car. Quickly.”

“What just...” Clary managed, voice too airy - like she couldn’t quite catch her breath.

“Not now,” Y/n snapped. “Back to the safety of the institute first. My charm won’t last long and I don’t know if I can appeal to their natural impulses like that again without catching them off guard.”

They all filed into the car, and headed back to the institute. It wasn’t until they were safe inside and huddled around in a circle that they all felt part of their bodies again. They had been floating before... almost detached, content to sit and obey and smile.

Alec was displeased. “What was that?” He demanded.

Y/n sighed. “Okay so... I sort of lied when I first came here.”

“What?” Jace was the one to speak up next. He had been lied to by so many people, so many times... if this was another manipulation.... he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He already felt his heart squeezing in his chest.

Y/n shot him a regretful, apologetic look. “I beg that you guys at least try to understand. You’re all half angel - you believe in one God. Waltzing in and telling you that there’s actually an entire pantheon... it was a lot. Not to add that I’m the child of one of those Gods-“

“You’re a demigod?” Simon squeaked.

Y/n winced. “Well... Yeah. My dad is human, but my mom is a goddess. She’s the reason I can see through the Mist. Her side of the family - all like me. We have ADHD and dyslexia because we’re built for power and battle, not sitting still and paying attention. I mean, my eyes were meant for Greek, not English. A lot of weird shit is kind of going on here.”

Izzy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Do gods often have kids?”

“Most of them,” Y/n answered. “I have a lot of cousins.”

“Which Pantheon are we working with?” Came the next question, from Clary.

Y/n chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s a little complicated to say. I mean, all of the pantheons coexist in different ways. Sometimes as completely separate beings, or sometimes as different sides to the same coins. When my mother had me, she was her Greek self - Aphrodite. So I take after that part of her.”

“And that’s what you did earlier when you bosses us around and we all just... listened?” Izzy’s eyes were wide, but with awe more than anything.

Y/n smiled at her enthusiasm. As the shock wore off, everyone else seemed to be following the same general emotional path as well. Except Jace... he stayed silent and became impossible to read. Y/n tried not to focus on it. Jace needed time to process and everyone else had questions that needed answers until then. “That’s what I call Charm Speak. If I really try, I can sway someone into doing what I want them to do. I’ve never used it on any of you,” he added quickly as their eyes all went very wide. “I had a lot of people only like me because I was pretty or popular, and I spent a lot of time surviving off of the fact that I had this ability. I hate it. I wanted real friends and family and relationships - I wanted everything we experienced tl be voluntary.”

Alec nodded, relaxed a lot more than he was earlier. “It’s not far from what we are. You still-“

“Y/n, can we talk?” Jace finally piped up. Everyone else fell silent. “In private,” he added.

Y/n nodded and the two branches off and walked a little to be in complete privacy. “I’m... I’m sorry Jace,” Y/n whispered as they came to a stop, but still stayed quiet.

Jace swallowed, looking at his boyfriend. “I just need to know two things. I love you because of my own volition, right?” Y/n nodded immediately, and the earnest honesty in his eyes set Jace very much at ease. “And your love... for me... is the same? It’s not a byproduct from your mom being the Goddess of Love and all?”

Of all the things Jace could have been worried about, Y/n had not in a million years thought it would be that. “Of course.” He smiled a little, amused by memories as he thought back to what seemed another lifetime. “In fact, my siblings were never ones for serious relationships or actually falling in love. It was a sort of initiation to get someone to fall in love with us and then totally break their heart. Proved your place or whatever. I mean... Aphrodite is the goddess of lust and she thrives off of being beautiful and yearned for and such. She isn’t really the goddess of love - that Eros’ thing. Very big misconception.”

Jace smiled, amused at his boyfriend’s nerdiness showing. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, checking if this is what he thought it was.

Jace chuckled. He seemed absent of any of the worries and darkness of before. “Honestly Y/n, we just have a lot more in common now. I get to know more about you. You never talk about your family... I don’t mind this. Alec was right - we’re descended from angels. Clary’s sad is a terrorist. My parents are dead. Alec and Izzy’s dad is a dick and they’re barely forming a relationship with the only remaining adult in any of our lives. I... love you even more, if anything else.”

Y/n moved close to him, cupping his face for a moment before pulling into a slow, sweet kiss. Jace held his boyfriend around the waist, pulling their bodies as close as possible.

“I love you too,” Y/n whispered after they parted.

It was all that needed to be said. A new chapter of their relationship had begun, and they got to explore it together.

-

Male readers tag: @stuckoutsideofthebox

[the-dark-artifices-trees]

A study in Alec Lightwood-Bane

A man who adopted a blue warlock baby seconds after holding him.

A man who is changing the fate of the Clave- for the better

A man who has dedicated his life to helping both Shadowhunters & downworlders

A man who loved one man so much he changed the world for him.

This is for you alec 🫶🏻💖

Happy birthday

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

I think people are arguing that Alec loves Magnus more than how Magnus loves Alec because the fanworks usually focus more on Alec crushing on Magnus. And I think the fandom does that because the fanpeople tend to prefer Magnus over Alec so they prefer the Alec pining trope. I say that because I personally prefer Alec over Magnus and that’s the reason why I prefer the pining Magnus fics. But that’s just my theory.

It’s an interesting theory. It’s possible. People often tend to create their opinions on other characters based on their favourites. I approve.

I think there are a lot of others reasons too though. And one of the biggest reasons is the difference in their love languages.

1. Alec is very vocal about his love. Has been since day 1. He was the one who asked Magnus out. Alec was the one who started the discussion on marriage in born to endless night. He’s the one who proposed. Most of his iconic lines—he has announced it to the world.

“I don’t want the world. I want you.” - COHF

“Stop telling me to let you go. I will never listen. I want to be with you. I never wanted anything more in my life. If you fall, I want to fall with you.” - TRSOM

“You’re my heart Magnus Bane. Stay unbroken for me.”- TLBOTW

“Alec Lightwood loved one man so much he changed the world for him.”- QOAAD

All of these lines—he has explicitly said to Magnus.

While all the super romantic shit Magnus has said were more of his internal thoughts.

“Someone, long ago, had told Magnus that human beings could never love the way immortals loved; their souls didn’t have the strength for it. That person had never met Alec Lightwood, nor anyone like him, Magnus thought, and their lives must have been the poorer for it”- TLBOTW

“Some might have called it the presence of God. Magnus just thought of it as Alexander Gideon Lightwood.”- QOAAD

“If Jace was gold, catching the light and the attention, Alec was silver…….And silver, though few people knew it, was a rarer metal than gold.”- TBC

The point is that Alec is more vocally expressive than Magnus. Even Alec wasn’t very sure of Magnus’s love in TMI—which is where his insecurities came from, leading to the breakup.

2. TSC is about shadowhunters. There’s not much about warlock history or their everyday politics, right? So Alec’s actions/fight for their love has always been very visible. (Like kissing in the accord halls, changing the law.) So we have been able to see everything that Alec has done/sacrificed/risked for Magnus. The same can’t be said for Magnus—not because Magnus hasn’t faced backlash due to their relationship, but because what happens in the warlock/downworld is not given enough importance in the books/or even the show for that matter. We only see glimpses of that in the eldest curses books. Like that scene where Magnus was not invited to a party just because he was dating a shadowhunter.

So it might seem like Magnus hasn’t sacrificed/risked much, which isn’t true at all. This is a 400 year old man who has went through so much shit and was still willing to take a chance on a shadowhunter, who was literally the son of a family who was into genocide of his race. I don’t think people give enough credit to Magnus for that which is a goddamn crime y’all.

[paracosm-draw]

@malectober day 11 ! ☕

Day 11 : Coffee

Warnings : A lot of fluff

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Becoming Mr Inquisitor required a lot of work. Just as becoming the High Warlock of Alicante. The first year they had taken their new functions, Alec and Magnus realized rapidly that they didn't have much time to spend together.

Alec had meetings almost every days and he had to visit other Institutes at least once a week. He was always busy and to be honest, he was quite tired after a year of going back and forth to every corner of the globe. He missed Magnus. He missed their quiet evenings together. He missed going to the restaurant with him, he even missed going shopping with him. But what he missed the most was their comfortable routine, cuddling on the couch, showering together and sleeping with the warlock in his arms, surrounded by his scent.

Magnus was busy too. His phone wouldn't stop ringing and he sometimes had to refuse requests to keep a decent schedule. He missed Alec too. His comforting presence, his peculiar humour, the inconditional love he put in every little aspects of Magnus' life. Of course he continued to cover the warlock in flowers or gifts from all other the world almost every day, especially when he had to leave for several days. But nothing could replace the feeling of his strong arms around him or his rough lips on his skin.

They tried to go out and do fun things when they were together but most of the time they were too tired to even leave the loft.

So one day, Alec decided it was enough. He hasn't married Magnus to barely see him because of their jobs.

So this morning he decided to cancel all of his meetings for the day and to come back earlier to New York to join Magnus at his shop without telling him anything.

"Alexander !" Magnus gasped when the man passed the door.

Alec chuckled as his husband dropped everything he had in his hands and planted his client on the spot to jump into his arms.

"Hello baby."

"What are you doing here ? I thought you were supposed to come back tomorrow evening !"

"Yes." Alec smiled mischievously.

Magnus made a face and looked at his client who was getting impatient.

"Let me handle this and I'll be yours" He smirked while coming back to his client.

Later, after Alec asked him to close his shop for an hour, they sat down for a coffee in a place they particularly liked.

"So ?" Magnus asked, blowing on his hot tea.

"I missed you. Alec simply replied. In fact, I miss you. I miss the time we used to spend together."

"Aw, my love. The warlock smiled tenderly. I miss you too."

"I... I don't want to lose you over work. Confessed the shadowhunter. I feel like we only see each other to go to sleep. We don't share much these days..."

The look on Magnus face became more serious and he squinted.

"I was feeling the same. But it's been a busy year..."

"What about... We take some time for ourselves ?" Alec asked.

"Like... A vacation ?"

"I was thinking more of... Like an hour a day, between 8 and 9 in the morning for example." Alec said, smiling shyly.

Magnus raised an eyebrow.

"What about when you're traveling ?" He asked.

"Can you portal me ?" Alec asked again with a coy smile.

"I can. Magnus chuckled. You know I'll do anything for you, my dear."

"Here ?"

"Here."

From this moment, they met once a day, taking an hour just for themselves before the rush of the day, sharing a coffee and each other presence.

Alec had shifted the start of his day and Magnus was opening his store an hour later. They had warned everyone that it was non-negotiable and that no one had better disturb them.

That was the better decision of their life.

Later, even with the children they had continued their little ritual, which was proving to be more useful than ever. A breath of fresh air in their busy lives as leaders and parents.

They changed, they grew and aged but their meetings always stayed the same. Black tea for Magnus and a large black coffee for Alec.

Until the very end.

After Alec's death, Magnus had taken months before coming back to the coffee shop.

But he had returned. One could see him drinking a large black coffee for an hour before going to open his store

[beclynn-herondale]

Which TSC character/s would have a hoodie collection????

Alec.

Alec Lightwood.

Alec Lightwood-Bane.

Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane.

Alec 'too gay to function' Lightwood-Bane

That Shadowhunter who loved one man so much that he's changing the world for him.

(I think all of tmi gang probably owns hoodies, but they can't compete with Alec's collection).