#alec: stay aWAY FROM MY HUSBAND

[alexanderlightweight]

I’m glad you’re feeling better!

I’ve also had a rough time lately…

For a prompt, maybe some Magnus comforting Alec? I’m thinking Spoils of War-verse—Alec always reads as so tense and uncertain to me in that world, wanting to trust Magnus but not trusting that he can. Maybe we can see Magnus and Alec post-ritual, with Alec finally understanding just what he means to his husband?

this took a long time to get to but I got there, the feeling better did not last long but we've got more answers and i'll have a surgery and some procedures done this year that will hopefully make life a little more livable instead of trying really tiredly to just keep going. sorry if that was a little heavy, its been once of those years but i'm more hopeful for my health going forward

also anon my dear I sincerely hope you are having a better time and if not, or if you had a better time and it went to shit again, then I hope this helps! either way, i've got a prompt fill for you and sending some Nightshade cuddles. I've finally gotten out of brain fog (my concussion+anemia+medication side effects were not helpful) enough that writing is a relief again and not just something i'm fighting to recall how to do. so i'll be opening writing Wednesdays up again soon! but for the next week at least i'm going to be working on filling old prompts and getting back into the flow of things.

thanks for being there

<3 lumine

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Spoils of War

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Despite the lingering heat of the room, Alexander shivers under Magnus’ touch as the magic begins to settle.  

His consort, finally truly claimed, bound in both magick and ritual.  

Perhaps in another life, Magnus would stay and mingle with those who came to witness, but not in this one.  Those invited to Alexander’s appointment as consort are not here to celebrate with them, they are here only to bear witness and flaunt the privilege of attendance.  

They are also here to gauge Alexander’s worth.

It’s easy to guide Alexander away from the dais and to portal them both swiftly away.  The new space that Magnus has set up is more than ready for them.  The once compact bathroom is now large with a vanity for two that he sits Alexander at.  

Since dressing in the ceremonial garb until the end of the ceremony, Magnus has been unable to see Alexander’s face or even guess at his thoughts.  

Now, there will be no need to guess. 

No mask or physical attempt of stoicism will conceal Alexander’s true emotions from Magnus again.  

No longer will his boy be able to hide himself in any way from Magnus., the shard of his soul burrowed into Alexander's will ensure that.

“Consorts have always been a double-edged blade for my people.”  He finally says, the first words Magnus has spoken since their vows.  For all that they have been husbands in magic and deed, the bond of a consort is something greater.  “They represent power but they are also a vital weakness, as if a warlock has plucked out their heart and exposed it for all to see.”

Even as Magnus carefully detaches the mask with magic to bare Alexander’s face, his consort’s expression gives nothing away. Alec’s eyes are dark and unyielding, a fathomless pool that refuses to be deciphered.  But Mangus no longer needs to untangle what Alexander hides when he finally knows the truth and can feel the deep uncertainty that eats away at his boy.  

“Do you know why I did this so publicly?” The question seems casual, but Magnus knows from the spike of first curiosity and then anxiety that Alexander knows it means something, just not what.  Magnus reaches out and fluffs the flat curls pressed to Alec’s forehead and wonders just when he became gentle enough that Alexander’s lashes flutter shut at his touch.  

It would be fine to continue on from here, but Magnus waits, impatience gnawing at him until finally Alexander speaks.

“No.” It’s admitted without hesitation, “maybe at the beginning, I thought I did. But I realized during the—” here Alexander hesitates for a moment, seeming to struggle with the words, “- binding, that whatever I thought I knew was wrong.”

Magnus is pleased and while he could continue using magic to help Alexander with the ceremonial robes, using his hands is a much more rewarding endeavor, as is Alexander’s gaze watching him in the vanity mirror.

“The mask is normally to prevent anyone from knowing the identity of the consort, the more intricate it is, the more valued the partner.”  Alexander’s eyes shift to the exquisite headdress he’d worn and Magnus smirks.  “While the entirety of the shadowworld knows the name, if not the face, of my husband and now consort, I am not so generous as to share any expression of your intimacy with others.”  

Perhaps once, when it was less generosity and more flaunting his prize.  

Yet now Magnus covets with a possessive fervor that wishes to deny Alexander’s existence from the world, to be known only by Magnus and yet he cannot.  Once, Magnus would have presented Alexander to the masses of his subjects, shown them all the delights he has been afforded that are allowed to no other.

But how can Magnus show Alexander off to a world that has done nothing but wear him down? At first, Magnus had planned to exalt him, to worship him on a throne of power but Alexander is too brittle to be displayed so callously and yet too cautious to be coddled.

But Magnus is not a gentle creature and Alexander too wounded to offer trust without cause.

Magnus kneels and ignores Alexander’s surprised shift, instead focusing on unwinding the twists of pearl braided platinum that had decorated Alexander’s arms.  

“Because now no one will be able to dismiss your worth, Alexander.” 

Magnus keeps his gaze on his task and his voice firm but low. 

“You are not a bartered spouse buying the peace for a few tense decades to be swiftly forgotten in time. A brief note in history, with the only mention being your sacrifices or your supposed humiliations.” Magnus barely manages to press down the burn of anger that flares to life the memory of Alec’s treatment by nephilim hands. Used as a bargaining chip and the moment his use was done, discarded in deed if not by name. 

Despite being used as a bridge for peace, Alexander had been excommunicated from shadowhunter space and communities the moment he left the Institute as Magnus’ husband. It had left a mark, no matter how well hidden, a wound that Magnus could not heal.

“History will know you as mine, Alexander.  As a consort both proudly claimed and yet so precious as to be hidden away.”  Magic flowed through his fingers and the platinum formed bangles that he placed on the table.  It was easy to keep talking when Magnus could feel Alexander's yearning grow with every new word. “From the beginning you surrendered to my touch so easily but nothing I say or do settles you for long.”

The uncertainty that Magnus had felt in Alexander earlier had been no shallow pool, it had been the fathomless depths of an ocean without end.

“The average age of an active shadowhunter is sixty years.  In consideration for the pact that first bound us together, for the next four decades no warlocks or kings aligned with me will ever strike first against the Clave.”.

“And if the nephilim strike first?” 

“Then that pact is null and void and I will no longer hold my people to their vows, as a consequence our first contract would no longer be binding as the magic holding it together would unravel.  However, the magical binding of a consort is different, it can only be undone with death or a great sacrifice.”  Magnus can’t help the soft laugh he lets out as wonder and delight bloom within Alexander.  “Do you understand now, sweetheart?” Magnus asks, finally looking up to meet Alec’s eyes.  “Whatever game the Clave thinks is being played, you and I are not a part of. They lost the moment you looked into my eyes and found them beautiful. I will not part with you, Alexander. Not even if you wished for it.”

[entitled-fangirl]

Two idiots in love. (P10)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: the reader gets taken by David. And Joel will do anything to get her back.

Warnings: bruises, creepy comments, kidnapping, manipulation, name-calling, cursing

Author's note: I think 3 updates in one day is enough lmao

Masterlist

Part 1 and 11

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Y/N woke up with a labored breath.

In fact, all of her breaths were harsh and painful.

And now that she had truly came to her senses, she couldn't remember taking her medication since Jackson.

She left her medication in Jackson.

"I started worrying you wouldn't wake up."

She sat up slowly, now realizing she was laying on cold tile in a fenced in area of the room.

And she knew that voice.

David.

She hummed, trying to collect her thoughts. 

Her shivering frame no longer had her winter coat.

Her torso was just left in a tank top and Joel's flannel.

She finally managed to look up at David.

He smiled, "Tess… is it?"

Her eyebrows furrowed. "…Tess?"

He shook his head, "Apparently not." He held up the piece of paper again, "…Y/N?"

She couldn't stop the small instinctual light up of her eyes.

He smiled again, "There she is… pretty Y/N."

In David's hands was Bill's note to Joel. She remembers Joel keeping the paper, and it must have ended up in her backpack. 

"So, is Tess the girl?"

"Stop saying that fucking name."

His eyebrows rose, "Alright. Touchy subject." He set the paper down, "I just want to get to know you. Understand you? Is that alright?"

"L…Let me out."

"Well, that's certainly the goal." She saw him grimace, "Sorry for that bruising. Can't imagine it feels nice. I talked to James about it, and I truly apologize on his behalf."

The struggle to breathe.

It was the bruising on her neck from her attempted escape.

"Are you hungry?"

"Wh…why am I in a cage?"

David shrugged, "Have you ever had a pet bird, Y/N? You have to make sure it'll stay before you let it out. Otherwise, it may fly away-"

"-Fuck you."

"Or," he continued more harshly, "More realistically, a dog. You're wild. But don't worry. We'll domesticate you. Make you obedient and respectful. Let you eat the scraps off of the table. The others want to kill you. But I saved you. I can help you. Let me protect you."

She shook her head, "We both know I'm not really on my own."

"Right," he nodded, "your family. Your husband, how is he?"

"He's not my fucking husband."

"Well, I can see how much you care about him, so I know it hurts. But that part of your life, it's ending. And what I'm offering you is a beginning. But if you can't find a way to trust me, then yes. You are alone."

Y/N let out a breath, pushing herself against the wall.

"Can I ask about that?" David asked.

"About what?" She replied coldly.

"That bruise on your arm. Is that… from him?"

A bruise in the shape of Joel's fingers laid around her wrist in a deep purple. It was from cleaning his wound only yesterday, and at the time, she didn't think anything of it.

She looked up at him.

"I see." He said, "You know, people that love you- truly love you- they don't hurt you."

"How the fuck would you know about love?"

"Well, I wouldn't hurt you, Y/N."

"The same bruises are on my neck."

"Those are from James. Not me. I would never hurt you. I think you're beautiful. And beauty is meant to be treasured."

"Joel wouldn't hurt me. He's not like that."

David scoffed, "Did you see what he did to Alec at the university? Snapped his neck. You think he wouldn't do that to you?"

"No. He wouldn't." She reasoned. 

"Be serious with yourself, Y/N. That man is dangerous and cruel. You deserve someone kind and protective."

"And you think that person is you?" She scoffed.

He let out a laugh, "Of course, I wish the pretty girl likes me. Who wouldn't? But, I think that's up to you to decide."

And he left her alone with her thoughts. 

…

Joel was livid.

He could barely see through the red that clouded his vision.

In the scheme of things, they had somehow taken Ellie, too. 

And Joel didn't like it when people touched his things.

He continued to punch the man taped to the chair.

"Please," the man pleased, "I don't know any woman."

Joel stabbed a blade through the man's knee.

"Marco-"

"No, no, no, no" Joel said softly, "He can't help you. You focus right here. Or I'll pop your fuckin' kneecap off."

The man took a deep breath, "She's alive."

Joel nodded, "Where?"

When the man wouldn't answer, Joel twisted the man's kneecap with his bare hands.

"Fuck, fuck! The town!"

"WHAT TOWN?!" Joel yelled.

"..S…Silver Lake."

Joel pulled out a map, setting it on the man's lap.

The same map Y/N had used in Bill's truck.

"It's not a real town name," the man said out of breath, "It's a resort."

"A resort?"

Joel sighed and pulled the blade from the man's knee, shoving the handle of it in the man's mouth harshly.

"You're gonna point to where we are, and where your "resort" is. And it better be the exact same spot you buddy over there points to."

The man did as Joel commanded, then he spit the blade out, "Go ask him. He'll tell you. I'm not lying."

Joel nodded, then shoved the knife into the man's stomach with no mercy.

The other man held hostage yelled out at the violent act. "Why did you do that? He told you what you wanted! I won't tell you SHIT!"

"That's okay," Joel said calmly as he walked to him and grabbed a bat, "I believe him."

Joel swung the bat with no remorse.

…

Y/N was sat on the floor in a panic.

A human fucking ear laid on the ground not too far from her cage.

They were cannibals.

David came in with a plate, setting it on the ground and sliding it to the hungry woman.

But the last thing she could do was eat after seeing what laid on the ground.

He noticed her gaze and followed it, then looked back with a clenched jaw, "For what it's worth, this is just deer meat. I swear."

She let out a small cry, "Are you gonna fucking eat me?"

"I'd rather not."

"How… how could you do this?"

"There are only a few of us that know." David said, "but, I would've told you. Sooner or later."

She let out another small cry.

"It was a last resort. You think this doesn't shame me?"

She sniffled lightly and looked up at him.

David grinned slightly at the eye contact, "Your friend is no different. Didn't he take another man's life to save yours?"

"He…he was defending himself."

"No, he was defending you."

Her eyes left his as she took in his words.

"Can I tell you something? Be honest with you, Y/N? I'm just a shepherd tending to my sheep. And all I want… is someone to share it with. A friend."

"What about my friend?"

He nodded, "I can tell the others to stop looking for him. They'll spare him."

"W…what?"

"If he leaves us in peace, they will just let him go. They do what I tell them to do."

"What about my daughter?"

He smiled, "About that…"

Her heart dropped, "Where is my girl, you sick fuck?"

"JAMES!"

James walked in with Ellie in tow. Her hands were tied behind her back and she fought against the man's movements until she saw Y/N.

David smiled, "A happy reunion, indeed."

Y/N stood and approached the bars as close as she could to Ellie. "Ellie! Are… Jesus, are you alright?"

Ellie nodded.

"Let her go, David. She didn't do anything. I'm the adult here. Blame me. Just… let her go, please. Don't touch her."

The preacher sighed, "Well, I really want to, sweetheart. But… I have to domesticate the dog, remember? So, I take something that the dog loves, like…. Ellie, you said?… and I dangle her in front of the dog's nose. The dog will now do anything I say to ensure it gets what it wants."

"I'm not a dog, David."

He smiles, "No…?"

James pulls on Ellie's hair, making her cry out.

"STOP IT!" Y/N yells, "STOP! Fine! I'll do anything. Anything, please. Don't touch her!"

"C'mere then."

She approached where David stood on the other side of the bars.

His hand wandered to her cheek.

It made her remember Joel's touch.

But they were nothing alike.

David smiled, letting his voice drop to in intimate volume due to the proximity, "And now, the pretty bitch bows to her master."

He turns around, "Put the girl in there."

When Ellie is thrown into the cage, Y/N immediately takes her in her arms.

They watch the men leave the room.

"Where are you hurt?!" Y/N asked frantically.

Ellie shakes her head, "I'm fine. Just… scared."

"And Joel?"

Ellie shrugs, "I heard voices, so I did what I could to lead them from the house. Got the horse shot. I'm sorry."

She shakes her head, "I don't give a shit about the horse. You're okay, and that's all the matters."

…

A few hours later, the two found themselves a little more relaxed.

David had left them alone for the last 4 hours.

"Y/N?" Ellie asked. "I have something to confess…"

The woman nods, "Okay."

"It's really bad…."

"Bad as in… you killed someone? That's not exactly considered bad anymore."

"No…I… I read the note."

Y/N froze. "What note?"

"The one Joel left for you in Jackson."

Y/N didn't know what to say, "How… when did you… Ellie…?"

"I saw it when I went to the bathroom before we left. I just… I don't know. Part of me hoped that Joel had left it for me. I understand why he left one for you, but…. I couldn't help myself. And I'm sorry for reading it."

"It's fine, Ellie. Really."

Silence.

"Did you want to know what it said?"

"Well," Y/N shrugged, "that depends. Is it something I have to know?"

Ellie considered the question, then shook her head. 

"Okay then. Is it something I'd want to know?"

Ellie immediately nodded.

"Hmm. Would this information change what I have with Joel? And with you?"

Ellie frowned in thought, then nodded, "Yeah. Big time."

Y/N sighed, "Well, I don't care then. I like what I have with you and Joel. I don't want to change it. I'd rather live life not knowing anything and having you two, then to know everything in the world and live without Joel and my daughter."

Ellie let out a shuddered breath at her response.

"Joel also said he loves you."

Y/N's head shoots up, "…what?"

"I won't get into details but… it was all mushy about how much he loves you and how you ground him… all the shit he'll never say out loud."

Y/N nodded. "I see. I hope Joel is out there looking for us then."

"Me, too."

If only they knew.

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[carelessflower]

A snippet

Max, Rafael, Mina and Tavvy were running in between the tables, giggling and laughing, Jem was watching the children closely.

Magnus and Alec were sitting down, at the opposite side of the hall, kids were running around, music was playing.

"Im hungry." Simon sat down, which was followed by Isabelle and Clary, Jace was talking with Kit.

"Dinner will be served at 8. We got 30 minutes."

"Who are they, I saw them come in the limo, and they have the men in black around them?" Isabelle nudged Magnus's arm, pointing at a woman who was talking to Ithuriel, but near her were two men, in black suits, that were standing and looking at the crowd of people.

"That is Queen El, my aunt, she didnt want the guards, but they advised her that it was for the best."

"Dont point Izzy." Alec warned, as his sister stuck her tounge out at him, which he rolled his eyes in response.

It was Stanley Morningstar and Johnathan Fairchild's wedding. Seven months after Magnus and Alec's wedding. Magnus was superised that Johnathan took his idea for the ribbons which was decorating the ceiling.

"Oh no." Alec watched as Max quickly walked over to them, holding a plate, which appeared to be half eaten cake.

Before he got to them, Alec picked him up, and sat him on his lap.

"Want some cake?" Max took a fistful and gave it to Alec, who placed it in a tissue.

"Max where did you get the cake from?" Clary took the plate away from him, as Max frowned.

"The kitchen, Uncle Kit and Ty, gave it to us." Max said, Magnus wiped Max's hands.

"No more cake, dinenr will be ready, go and get Raf and find grandma okay? Good boy.!" Alec kissed his son's forehead, who nodded and ran to where the kids were, Alec watched, as Jem lead the kids to Maryse, and Jocelynn.

"It was delicious." Simon said, wolfing the last piece down.

"I was hungry you know." Isabelle playfully slapped his arm.

"Im gonna check on Jace and Sebastian." Clary said, going back into the crowd.

"Your dad is coming" Alec nudged his husband arm, as Asmodeus and Lucifer walked towards them.

"Congratuations on your son's wedding sir." Alec shook Lucifer's hand, who smiled at him.

"Well ill leave you to it, dinner is being served now." Lucifer stated, before leaving the group.

"What do you want?" Magnus eyed his dad, who sat down.

"Nothing, but I need you home as they want an after party, well that is what Stanley wants its a family tradition, you and Alec. No kids."

"But -"

"No buts. I am not serving guests on my own in my own house."

"You wanted to hos-" Alec stopped talking as his father in law shot him a glare.

"GRANDDAD!" Rafael ran up and jumped, Asmoeus catching him.

"Lets get some food. Are you hungry, im hungry?" Asmodeus picked up Rafael and took him to the table where they were sitting.

"Well that sucks." Magnus muttered.

"Should we help? We can come over?" Simon helped, as starter food was placed on the table.

"Its a family thing, so its just the adults getting together."

"Did you do it when you guys got married?" Isabelle said, taking a bite out of the chicken leg.

"I did, stayed there until 1 am, and dad kicked everyone out. Came back to Alec around four in the morning."

"You were so tired, you forgor your keys and you were crying." Alec remembered that night, thinking he was being burglared, and remebering sobs and opening the door.

Magnus was fast asleep and didnt wake up later in the afternoon.

aweeee this is sweet!!!!

[malecsecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @banesapothecary!

Merry Christmas!!!! I did take some liberty with the trope you gave, I hope you like this hehe.

*****

1

It was a day as always, lights dimmed down the hall, and all the people had cleared out. Alec sat in his room, brows furrowed, hands fidgeted the edge of his white robe.  He should have been resting right now, rinsing out a tired, long day, yet, he simply waited.

“Miss me already?” A familiar voice rang through the room, and another man stepped into view. With every step, his jewelry glistened like starlight. Magnus sat next to him, too close, too far. Alec allowed himself to steal moments of Magnus, marveling, a bit frustrated, at how such a man could exist. 

“Not at all.” Alec couldn’t help but smile, then scowled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Magnus caught his gaze, grin wildening. “Oh? So I must have mistaken that letter for yours then. Guess I have to leave now, shame.”

Before Magnus could get up, Alec nervously tugged on his sleeve. “I didn’t say you should go. I don’t mind your presence.”

Judging by the probably the feigned offended reaction on Magnus’s face, it was not the response he wanted to hear. Alec knew that. Magnus hadn’t bothered to show up at the temple for a week, and Alec could understand. He knew how frustrating it must be, for a love under corridors and whispers in the night. He wished there could be a better way.

“I want you here.” Alec breathed out. “Please, stay.”

“Well, if you say so,” Magnus responded, his voice went soft. “Besides, how could I leave you alone on such a cold winter?” Magnus took Alec’s hand and pressed his lips to it, making Alec’s heart leap from its cage.

Maybe, just maybe, he would allow himself, just for these moments, to be more than the renowned, chaste priest his family raised him to be. 

2

“Did you regret it?” 

Alec tilted his head to look at his brother, who clearly had been harboring this question for a long time.

“It could have been worse.” He took another sip of his wine, all sweet and elegant. It was a gift from the new concubine, thousands upon thousands of crushed fruits and flower petals, ordered by the king to make something worthy of his new conquest. He had the right to show off, seeing how Alec’s husband had favored only him for an entire month and left the rest of the harem dust. Hopefully, they could stay like that and spare Alec the trouble. 

“But it could have been better.” Jace pointed out. “You could’ve run away.” Luckily for Jace’s tongue, Alec had ordered all the servants to leave the room, they could discuss this without fearing the sword dangling over their heads.

“All families needed people by his majesty’s side, both in court and his bed. I simply perform my duty as a Lightwood.” 

“You didn’t have to, that’s my point! You shouldn’t sacrifice your happiness for the sake of everyone.” Jace said, heat and accusation packed in his tone. As if it hadn’t torn Alec from bones to flesh that day, knowing he had to marry a man he didn’t, couldn’t love, a man who wasn’t Magnus. 

“All I know is that–” Alec gritted out, hand curled tightly over his cup. “Isabelle is happy to live a simple life with Simon, and Max will no doubt grow to take over our family with a respectable spouse by his side.” And Magnus would be happier without Alec weighing him down. He left that part unsaid. “I appreciate your concern for my well-being, but frankly, this debacle is fruitless. Let's leave it at that.”

After Jace had left, Alec retreated to his chamber. He closed all the windows and checked again to guarantee there was not a spot where people could spy on him. Once he’d finished, he reached out under his bed, opened the hidden locket with his keystone, and retreated a single piece of paper. On it laid a simple sentence, asking whether Alec remembered the blossom tree.

Alec had received this letter after he sent Magnus his birthday gift. It had cost him more effort than he was willing to admit. He remembered years ago, back when they didn’t know any better, Magnus had wanted a blossom tree whose flowers bloom blue purer than the sky. Alec wasn’t that young boy sitting in silence to admire the gold flecks in his lover’s eyes anymore, but even years at the palace couldn’t turn his love to stone. He poured his money and time in, trying and failing and trying again, the success only came after millions of failures. Still, Alec had Jace deliver the gift for him, fearing if he could meet Magnus, he wouldn’t leave him. The letter came back soon after.

“Remember the camellia fields?” It had said, drawing back memory of warmer days, the two of them playing around in the Lightwood’s summer house, eyes only for each other. He remembered asking Magnus, and his lover pinned him down on the grass below, the answer and laughter in between kisses tasted like honey. 

Would you overthrow a king for me? Yes

3

Time was ticking. The ashes had just begun. Alec was a fool who fell in love with the enemy.

“I’m sorry.” Alec smiled, the slight movement tore the wounds in his stomach bigger, blood dripping down his armor. Laying helplessly across Magnus's lap would remind him of how easy things had been between them if there wasn’t a sword piercing through his body. 

“Alexander–no, stay with me–don't you dare close your eyes, Alexander! We can figure this out.” He could feel Magnus’s heavy sobbing, and Alec would frown if he had the energy for it. Magnus should never be sad. 

“It’s okay,” Alec assured him, every breath felt like torture as life drained out from him. “It’s not your fault, there is no other way.”

Magnus was still saying something, and Alec swore he would never miss a word from Magnus, but it was getting so hard to focus. 

People said a person’s last hour opened their eyes to things they didn’t know, couldn’t understand before, to tease them with the knowledge of a greater life, then take it away. Having Magnus by his side was the cruelest yet sweetest thing life had granted him, Alec was grateful all the same. 

“I love you.” Alec closed his eyes.

0

“What’s wrong with them?” Zelda threw her hands up in frustration. “No fucking way they kept doing this to me.”

“Give it up already. It’s been what, your 500th try? At some point, you gotta admit defeat.” Nguyen rolled her eyes, that asshole.

“I’ve tried everything! It’s their stupid asses keep ruining my perfectly crafted sabotage plan!” Zelda exclaimed. 

Ruining a couple should never be this difficult. Zelda prided herself on her skill, to turn love into hatred. Things as simple as a late dinner or complicated as my-sister-got-killed-by-your-dad-on-purpose never failed to accomplish their missions. 

But these twos– she didn’t know what to do with them. Throw one or both of them in a forbidden status, and they are somehow still entangled. Kill one of them, and well, let's just say the memos she received for that particular attempt weren’t very nice. Too much collateral damage.

“Come on, I know they got banished and wiped out their time serving in the celestial realm, and yada yada, that punishment is enough. No need to get your ears all twisted over this.”

What Nguyen- the slacker didn’t know was that Zelda had been holding the title of number one relationship breaker for 2000 years. She intended to hold on for 2000 years more. 

“I’ll get them this time, mark my words.” Zelda went back to her planning board. Unlike previous times, she needed to play the long game. She’d make them the total opposite this time, one light, one dark. One mortal, one doomed to live forever until only their scattered spirit remained. The immortal one would open his heart to others, the scars would never heal. The other would be none the wiser, too clueless, too stubborn, his prickly cover would wound more than the sharpest dagger.

 Zelda smiled at her result. 

Let's see how two battered doors could be together.

+1

“Magnus! I’m working!” Alec protested but immediately burst into laughter. “I'm serious Magnus, let me focus. ”

His husband, of course, being the incredibly mature figure that he was, just tightened his arms around Alec’s waist. “It’s the holiday, no work’s allowed.”

“Demons don’t take holiday.”

“I don’t care.”

“C’mon Magnus.” Alec pouted. “20 more minutes.”

“Your 20, and 30, and 40, and the next thing I knew I had to carry you off from your table.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“Sh–you’re disrupting my rest.” Proceeded the fake snoring. God, Alec loved his husband.

“C’mon Magnus, I promise Max and Rafe we will be making a gingerbread house together. I can’t move while you’re on top of me.” 

Magnus looked up at that, wiggling his eyebrows. “You never complain befor–” Alec shut him up with a kiss. They both sank into it, turned out that when one did something for enough time, it was easier than breathing. 

“Fine.” Alec surrendered. There was no point arguing with Magnus. Alec would fold later anyway. “I’m blaming this on you if they fire me.”

“Darling, you’re the consul, only Raziel could fire you. And I wouldn’t let them.”

“How lucky I am, bagging such a fine husband.”

“I know, such a shame mine is slacking off his husband's duty.”

Alec smiled and kissed his husband again.

[rodolfoparras]

You've got me forgetting how to scribe with your tenderly benevolent responses, Sir Alec.

We'll see if that's the case when the time comes, but for now I shall fret over my pitiful drabbles and scripts.

Here are my current notes:

So far from the eiploge to chapter three, Alicia seems heavily troubled. What could of driven her to murder her husband? I'm not sure but it must be related to how he caused her to feel from his constant concerns and attentiveness. Perhaps she felt restless under his watchful eye, despite it being from his endless devotion to her. Maybe it made her feel suffocated or even unfit of his care and affections. It's much too soon to say.

Theo's entry and apperance seems like it will be promissing, his early in life hardships have certainly shaped his character. I find his way of narration ultimately fascinating. I still ask myself the same questions regarding Alicia's motives.

In the following chapters, the marriage between Theo and Kathy is very sweet, they seem truly smitten with one another. She's the light at the end of tunnel, his other half, perhaps even the reason he keeps pushing forward day in and day out. Kathy seems to understand Theo very intimately by the way she understood his situation after visiting his parents.

I've finished part one and will continue to part two shortly, it's been a page turner until now that I lose take of time.

On a side note, I dearly hope your anxieties and qualms fade away with the passing days until they cease entirely. Perhaps you've been under unrelenting stress and troubles, heed them no mind, Sir Alec. You're overall health and livelihood are worth more than any worry or dreadful thoughts. Do take care and unwind whenever you have the opportunity. Read something calming, listen to a melody or tune that eases your nerves. Whichever method you choose to do, may it help you feel better and relieved.

-Гора

Sugar you’ve come really far in your reading!! I’m happy youre enjoying the book!

Also Alicia is quiet the character isn’t she?! She loves her husband so much yet she killed him? And if she were innocent wouldn’t she try to fight to get her story told?Tbh I have to give it to the author the characters you meet in the story are really interesting bc their motives, goals and what not aren’t very clear!

Tbh Theo kind of irks me bc he’s so desperate to be Alicia’s savior I suppose it stems from his own childhood trauma but not everything that’s broken is meant to be fixed 😭

Also yes!! I think their relationship is neat bc it serves as a reflection or a mirror to Alicia’s and her husband’s relationship I find myself constantly comparing the two couples!

Also thank you for your sweet words sugar bee I really try to stay grounded but sometimes I get swallowed by my feelings and thoughts and it becomes exhausting when it repeats day after day but hopefully I’ll slowly but surely get better 🫶🏻

[sherlocksstuff]

In this fic Mina Carstairs is living with Magnus and Alec after Jem and Tessa were killed when she was 3. She is currently living in the New York institute with Jace and Clary. Let me know what you think in the comments:

Chapter One: Echoes of the Past

The soft, early morning light filtered into Mina's room at the New York Institute, casting a delicate glow on her surroundings. She lay still for a moment, allowing the voice in her mind to wash over her like a bittersweet melody. "Silly Melon… Mina mine, it's time to wake up."

It was Jem's voice, a voice she had only heard in her dreams. The ache in her heart was familiar, a constant companion since the day she had lost her parents. To soothe the pain, she reached out and clutched the jade pendant that hung around her neck—a precious gift from her father when he had asked to marry Tessa Gray, her mother.

The pendant, cool against her skin, served as a tangible connection to the parents she had never known. It was a reminder of their love, a love that had transcended time and death, and a love that had ultimately given her life.

With a sigh, Mina sat up in bed and brushed a strand of black hair away from her face. She had a long day ahead of her—a journey across the ocean to London, where her older brother, Kit Herondale, now served as the head of the London Institute alongside Ty Blackthorn.

As she glanced around her room, her gaze fell upon the carefully packed suitcase by the door. Mina had been preparing for this trip for weeks, choosing her clothes, gathering her books and journals, and ensuring she had all the necessary Shadowhunter gear. She was determined to make the most of her visit, but there was an underlying nervousness that tugged at her heart.

Before leaving, she knew she had to make one important call. Mina picked up her phone and dialed Emma's number, her fingers trembling slightly as she waited for her cousin to answer.

"Hey, Em," Mina greeted when Emma answered the call. "Hey Mina, Excited about your trip to London?"

Mina smiled, feeling a bit more at ease hearing Emma's familiar voice. "Yes, I am, Em. But I was wondering if I could stay at Blackthorn Hall with you and Jules while I'm there. Kit told me I could stay at the institute, You know how I feel about the London Institute. And Bapak said I could stay his place but he also said that I should call you and see if you’d let me stay at Blackthorn Hall only if that’s okay with you and Jules."

She didn't need to elaborate; Emma understood. The memories of her parents' sacrifice were strong in London, and being alone in the London Institute or even at Bapak’s place, even with Kit as its head, stirred up too many emotions and 'what if’s’ about her parents, Uncle Will, James and Lucie. She didn’t want that right now.

"Of course, Mina," Emma replied warmly. "You're family, and we'd love to have you stay with us. It'll be like old times."

Relief washed over Mina as she thanked Emma, knowing that her time in London would be more comfortable with her cousin and her husband by her side. They chatted a bit more, exchanged details on her portal location at the London Institute , and promised to pick her up once she arrived. She didn’t know how she would break the news to Kit that she wouldn’t be staying at the institute and she couldn’t tell him how she felt just yet.

Just as she was about to hang up, there was a knock on her door.

"Sorry, Em, I've got to go. Someone's at my door," Mina said quickly.

"Sure thing, Mina. Safe travels, and call us when you get here," Emma replied before saying her goodbyes.

Mina ended the call and walked over to her bedroom door, opening it to find her Uncle Jace on the other side. He looked slightly worried, and concern filled his golden eyes.

"Morning, Min," Jace said, giving her a hug. "So your going to London today you ready for it? I know last time things weren’t what you hoped they would be but you know can stay or just call it off.”

Mina nodded, appreciating her uncle's concern. "Yeah, Uncle Jace, I'll be fine and last was different . I've been preparing for this for a while now so I am not backing out. And you know I can portal by myself so I can literally just come back whenever i want."

Jace smiled, though there was still a hint of worry in his eyes. "I know you're capable, but it's my job to worry as your umm how many Great’s was it again i keep forgetting?” She laughed “Uncle Jace please stop with that joke already I’m not your Aunt no matter how you put it.” Jace smiled he would miss her being here “Fine I’ll stop for now but no promises about the twins they just do what they want. Just remember, you can always call if you need to talk or if anything goes wrong."

Mina returned the smile and gave her uncle a quick hug in return. "Thanks, Uncle Jace. I'll remember that.”

With that, she closed her bedroom door and made her way downstairs, her heart full of mixed emotions as she embarked on her journey to a city that held both the promise of family and the shadows of the past.

Chapter Two: Departure

Mina stood in the bustling main hall of the New York Institute, her suitcase by her side. The atmosphere was charged with energy as Shadowhunters went about their morning routines—training, discussing missions, and strategizing for the day ahead. She had always felt at home within these walls, a sense of belonging that had been nurtured by her adoptive family. She had already said goodbye to the twins and George last and night. Since Max was with Rafe and Tavvy in LA she would probably see them when she got back or whenever she felt like portaling to see them.

Her parents, Tessa and Jem, had died protecting her and Kit, leaving a void that no one could ever fill. Mina had been raised by her parents' close friends, Alec and Magnus, who had become her loving and supportive fathers. Their family was unique, a blend of love and acceptance that transcended blood ties.

The pendant around her neck, the jade pendant her father had given to her mother when he had asked for her hand in marriage, was a constant reminder of the sacrifices her parents had made. It was her most cherished possession, a tangible connection to her parents, and a symbol of the love they had for her.

Alec Lightwood-Bane, her adoptive father, approached her with a warm smile. "Are you ready for your trip to London, Mina?"

Mina nodded, her emotions a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I think so, Dad. I just hope it won't be too overwhelming."

Alec placed a reassuring hands on her shoulders. "You have family waiting for you there, and you'll be in good hands. Kit told me he is excited to have you stay at the institute again. Just remember if you need me I’ll be in Idris just call me from the institute’s phone or call Bapak okay."

She appreciated his comforting words and gave him a quick hug. "Thanks, Dad. And thanks for everything, I will if I need to I promise."

He hugged her back tightly. "You're our daughter, Mina. We'll always be here for you, no matter where you go."

With one last embrace, Mina turned to face the portal in the center of the hall. Magnus, her other adoptive father, was there to see her off. His signature cat-eyes sparkled with warmth as he smiled at her.

"Off to London, are we?" Magnus said with a hint of mischief in his voice.

Mina nodded, feeling grateful for Magnus's presence in her life. "Yes, Bapak. I promise to behave."

Magnus chuckled and ruffled her hair gently. "Behaving is overrated, my dear. Just remember to have fun and enjoy your time with family. And do call if need me this time. No disappearing tricks got it."

“I promise i won’t just portal to Shanghai without warning again.” She replied. Mina gave him a quick hug, he hugged her back “You better Silly Melon.” Letting her go she then stepped toward the portal. With one last glance back at her New York family, she took a deep breath and stepped through the swirling vortex, leaving behind the familiar for the unknown.

[morbidlyhumorous]

Daddy's Got You (Alec Lightwood)

Alec's POV:

I stood in the control room, papers and books strewn before me as I pointed out different things to various people. Sometimes these people could be so incompetent. When the last person had scuttled off I thought I finally had time to finish my work. Man was I wrong. My attention was drawn away from my work by a piercing wail followed by a string of muffled curses. A second later Jace came hurrying into the room, panic evident on his face as he haphazardly cradled a baby in his arms. My baby to be exact.

"Jace, what the hell did you do?" I asked as I hurried to meet him and save my daughter from his dangerously unprepared arms. "I was just trying to make her smile with some funny faces, and it was working for a little while, but then I made a face that I guess she thought was scary and turned into a banshee," he rushed out. I stared at him incredulously for a moment before I asked, "And how exactly did you get a hold of her? I told Izzy to watch her." Jace scratched the back of his neck nervously as he replied, "See the thing is that Simon did something stupid and Izzy had to go help, so she thrust your little demon spawn on me and said she'd be back in no time. She also said not to be seen by you."

I mentally facepalmed myself as I growled out, "Clearly I can't trust any of you with my child." Jace threw up his hands in self-defense and backed out of the room. I turned my attention back to the crying infant in my arms and moved her so she was supported against my chest. I began to bounce a little and rub her back as I said, "Shh, shh, shh. It's okay, Ramona, daddy's got you," in a soothing tone. Eventually she calmed down and I felt her little face burrowing into my chest as her tiny fingers held my shirt. She looked up at me for a moment, yawning, and I saw her blue eyes, the same ones her mom has.

Y/n's POV:

I hurried down the hallway to the control room. I had just run into Izzy, who breathlessly told me the whole story of what happened with Simon, Jace, and my daughter. I knew Alec could not be happy right now. He was so protective over Ramona and only trusted two people to watch her. As I rounded the corner, I stopped short at the sight before me. Alec was standing in the middle of the room, giving orders over the baby's head while cradling her in his arms and being extremely gentle. My heart couldn't handle how adorable this was.

I made my way over to Alec and gently rested my hand on his shoulder so as not to scare him. When he saw me, his expression softened and he smiled softly. "Hey you, how's it going in here?" I asked as I let my other hand rest on Ramona's little back. "It's going good, though Jace practically throwing my child around like a roller coaster was not the highlight of my day." I laughed at his response as I met his gaze. With no words needed, he carefully drew Ramona's fingers from his shirt and transferred her into my arms. I stayed still for a minute as she readjusted and then she went back to sleep. I looked up to see Alec's eyes full of pure adoration. That is, until he turned his attention to someone behind me. I turned to see Jace walking towards us and Alec moved a little closer to me. "Hey guys, are we having a nice little family get together here?" I felt Alec bristle behind me and I rolled my eyes internally. "What do you want know?" I heard him ask. "Woah there, no need for the aggression.""Oh yeah, sure, like you didn't just try to drop my baby," Alec sarcastically replied. "But I didn't." Jace ventured.

Alec silently glared at him as I sighed and said, "Maybe from now on you can just watch when someone else is with you.""Sounds good to me, your little one has quite the lungs." I chuckled quietly as Jace smiled before his eyes shot up to Alec quickly. "How long do you think he'll be mad?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of my husband. "You'll probably be fine tomorrow.""Perfect," he declared before he hurried off. I turned around to face Alec as he said, "I'm so whipping his ass during training tomorrow.""Of course you will," I said, my hand going out to run his arm before returning back to resting on Ramona's back. He sighed but he couldn't help the smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss me. "Well Mrs. Lightwood, what do you say to an early end to work and a nap?""Well Mr. Lightwood, I'd have to say that that sounds wonderful to me." Alec chuckled as he put his hand on the small of my back and led me to our rooms.

[cecexwrites]

⌨ + Beyond the Star and By the Angel

Magnus Bane has always been a night owl. He loved stayed out late. In his younger days, when he was only a few centuries old, he would go out and party, even now he enjoyed going out for a night on the town every now and then. It was just getting harder and harder to talk Alec into it.

However, even Magnus had his limits and he quickly learned what that limit was when he was curled up in bed, his husband by his side, when the music started blasting.

Magnus jerked awake and nearly fell out of bed, Alec was awake just as quickly- a shadowhunter who couldn't quickly gather his bearings was a dead shadowhunter and they hurred into the hall.

“Magnus.” Alec hissed.

“What?”

“You are naked.”

“I'm well aware of that, my love.”

“Put on your robe.” Alec ordered, by the time Magnus had, Alec pushed the door open and they found their boys standing in the hall. Max was rubbing sleep from his eyes- the quick to wake up thing had yet to properly sink in for him. Rafe on the other hand was awake and ready to fight.

“Put it away.” Magnus shook his head.

“What if we're in danger?”

“Dangerous demons would not be blasting Chicago.” Magnus assured his son. He led the way down the stairs to the origin of the sound- where sure enough there were no dangerous hardened criminals ready to murder them.

Tavvy Blackthorn and Romy Thornhil were making a mess of the kitchen. Tavvy was mixing a bowl of… Something… while Romy held a wooden spoon like a microphone, You're the Inspiration by Chicago was blasting from a speaker on the counter and the blonde was lip syncing for her life, dancing as she grabbed the bag of chocolate chips, taking it over to her partner.

”Are you kidding me?“ the music cut off with the wave of Magnus's hand and the two would be musicians froze.

”Oh- hey Lightwood-Banes. Fancy meeting you here.“ Romy grinned. ”Pancakes?“

[alexanderlightweight]

I'm glad you're doing better and I hope it continues! If you're still up for a prompt, something in Elysium's Tears or anything in the story (can't remember the name of it) where the Circle members' children are forced/arranged marriage to downworlders and Alec marries Magnus but then helps him with the antidote to a poison one of his fellow arranged marriage shadowhunters took.

thank you! i had a pretty painful procedure yesterday and slept a lot to recover and am now cackling at my bf's chromebook because I love plotting this fic and poor Magnus is having a Time with his shadowhunters spouse.

the verse you're talking about with the arranged marriage is the bitter trap of truth and is a fairly intense universe because Shadowhunters/nephilim marry downworlders in accordance to a treaty but really for the sole purpose of sowing discord and killing themselves and Alec is just like.... 'uhm no one said my spouse would be a husband? and that he would be this magical so i'm disrespectfully resigning from the clave and can no longer complete my mission to die. i need to live so I can be the best lair-husband ever.'

in the meantime, Magnus is keeping his gorgeous, shadowhunter husband if he has to fight the clave, death and etc to do it. he also (very understandably) has a hard time trusting Alec, his actions and motivations because what if this is an elaborate plot. Magnus would be devastated and while he'll keep Alec either way he also just doesn't want to do anything that will put him in a position of Alec betraying him.

i hope you enjoy <3

Lumine

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tw suicide/murder mentions/idealation (specifically in service to the clave)

the bitter trap of truth

“Magnus, I can just stay here. I don’t actually need to go with you.”

Alexander’s voice breaks through the dark turn Magnus thoughts have taken and he looks over to see his husband lounging on the window seat. The book he is reading lies lax, threatening to slip from his fingertips as his attention focuses on Magnus.

The weight of Alexander’s gaze is nearly as delicious as the thrum of Magnus’ blood claiming Alexander from within. It flows through his body with a possessive fervor that often leaves Magnus greedily reaching to caress the imprint of Alexander’s being upon his senses.

Alexander continues to break every possible expectation Magnus dares to have of him, even in matters like this.  Alexander should want to go, he should be pleading and cajoling and manipulating Magnus into taking him as this evening will be one of the rare places he’ll be around and allowed to interact with other nephilim.  Magnus has heard horror stories of just the kind of arguments and cold wars refusing to bring a nephil spouse to these banquets can incur.

Yet, since the invitation first arrived in a flare of fire Alexander has been downright docile about the topic. The first moment Magnus showed hesitancy in taking him, he’d seemed more pleased than upset, more interested in finding a new book to read than finding out who he could connect with.

“If it were that simple, we’d both stay here.” Magnus sighs and reaches out to feel the pulse of his own blood in Alexander’s veins. “And yet the Elder’s have requested I bring you,” he explains as he studies Alexander. “I think they expect me to make you something of a statement or a possible moral booster.”

It goes without saying that Alexander is the highest ranking shadowhunter who married out and is still alive.

Alexander is quiet, soft amusement in his eyes as he follows Magnus’ every movement.

“Despite how often you like to dress me up, you rarely have me meet anyone besides those closest to you.” It’s not a question but Magnus hums in agreement, it would be ridiculous and disappointing if Alec pretended he wasn’t aware. “You can tease that it’s because of how much you want to hide me away, but we both know the target I’ve had on my back since we married.  Events like these are almost always when a nephilim dies. By their own hand or the so-called mercy of another nephilim. I know why you’re worried, Magnus.”

Every time Alexander speaks so openly, Magnus is stunned all over again, his heart racing with freshly piqued interest even as the thought of death claiming Alexander from him chills his blood. 

“You think I’ll let you die?” Magnus asks, voice low and harsh with the surge of anger that overtakes the fear filling him at the thought. He closes the space between them and reaches out, cupping Alexander’s jaw and tilting his head up to meet his eyes. “Do you think, Alexander, that you are allowed to die without my permission?”

“No.” And Alexander turns into his grip, lips pressing in a soft, reverent kiss to his palm. “But I think it’s what everyone else expects and something that you have a right to be concerned about. Regardless of my own wishes, it wouldn’t be surprising for an attending nephilim to try and offer me mercy. Either by orders of the Clave or their own misguided sense of kinship.”

Alexander is both soothing Magnus’ ire while simultaneously fanning the flames of his rage.  

“If I have to go, then you should do whatever you need to do to feel confident and secure in my safety. In the fact that I won’t leave your side or willingly place myself in danger. That I won’t go anywhere you can’t follow or watch over me.” 

“Oh? Whatever I want?” Magnus asks, curving his tongue around the delicacy of the offer, the knowledge that Alexander will simply let Magnus do as he wishes.

“Anything, Magnus. Whatever will help, I’m already yours aren’t I? Do you think I mind that being proven to the world? That I’ll mind the entirety of the Shadowworld understanding where I stand? My position in this relationship was made clear the moment I survived both our wedding night and the month that followed.  The Clave has figured out by now now that I want to survive, that I want to live as long as it’s with you.”

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alec: more than happy to stay home and read up on how to clean a magical lair and feed your incredibly handsome warlock husband

magnus: one: I don't want to leave you alone for longer than ten minutes and two: i'm supposed to show you off. the problem is showing you off while letting everyone know 'do not approach, do not look at, don't talk to, don't breathe near etc...'

alec: sounds more than reasonable. so why don't you just do whatever you need to feel better about my safety

magnus: .... whatever?

alec: yeah, anything that you'd like

magnus: ... no take backs!

[mysmistree]

The Starving Artist (Short Story)

        It was one of those nights. My mug of coffee had run dry, and the day’s Times was just dreary and unmoving. The rain struck hard against my windows, the bleak streets broken only by the yellow glow of their lamps on this dark night. The ceiling fan spun wryly over my olive-green office, threatening to put out my last cigarette. It was then that I heard a faint strike on my door. The rat-tat-tat of a youngster, unsure if this is the place.

        “Come in,” my voice answered before I’d decided. I’d had enough money for the week, and it was late enough to pretend to be away. Oh well, what’s done is done.

        The door creaked open, and a young woman stepped inside. She had a flapper’s dress on, and in her hands she carried her purse and her gloves. She was dressed for a party, so I couldn’t help but wonder what lover’s quarrel led her here. I had her sit down, handed her a glass of whiskey, and turned to the streets, my eyes watching the lonely motorcades of the normal and mundane strike up the waters of the street, intermingled with the image of myself in my coat and bullfrog trousers.

        “I came for advice,” she said at last.

        “Well that comes cheap.”

        “And assistance.”

        “That, not so cheap.”

        I hear a rustling, and catch a glimpse of her pulling a framed photo out of her bag in the window’s reflection.

        “It’s about my husband.”

        “What, sudden disappearance? Suspected cheating? Maybe he’s getting out of dodge due to a debters?”

        I was callous, cold, but it was a late night and an unexpected visit, can ya blame me? Well, the daggers in the reflection told me she certainly did.

        “He’s not missing, nor cheating.”

        I withheld further smart-alec comments.

        “Then what brings ya in? Ain’t exactly desperation that brings ya in at 2 AM.”

        She looks off to the side.

        “He’s been in our apartment for a week. And he hasn’t left once.”

        “Do you know why?”

        “His work.”

        “What’s he, a novelist?”

        “No, a painter.”

        I rolled my eyes. Reclusive and a painter, of course I get the eccentric types. I felt I was in for a long night.

        “So, you want me to scare him out of the flat?”

        “I want you to check on him.”

        “Why?”

        She didn’t answer for a period, her eyes crossing the floor.

        “He hasn’t been eating.”

        The silence was powerful. Had I been any shorter, I’m sure the ash falling from my cigar would’ve been audible. But all I heard was the rain, as her words sank in. I took a moment, and slipped my revolver into my jacket pocket.

        “When did you last see him do so?”

        “What, fast?”

        “No, toots, eat.”

        “On Monday, at breakfast.”

        Shit. Six days. And in a handful of hours it’d be seven.

        “What was he like this morning?”

        “I don’t know.”

        “Why not? Weren’t you worried?”

        “Of course I was!” her voice cried out, “But he locked me out. I can’t get in, and I’ve had to stay at my sister’s while he’s been like this.”

        I suppose it was the discomforting sound, but I couldn’t turn this case down now. I knew too much. I should’ve turned her away at the door, as now it’s do or don’t-sleep.

        “Fine. I’ll check up on him. Give me the address to your sister’s, and yours. You’re welcome to wait here until I get back, but that might be a while. If you do,” I added, as I stopped in my doorway, “You’re welcome to anything you can find to drink, but do your stressed mind a favor and leave the coffee untouched.”

        Admittedly, after closing the door, I groaned. I was starting to sound like my mother, giving advice to people who didn’t ask for it. But I shook it off; now was not the time for social regret. The situation was urgent. I got down to the street, and took a cab up to the place in question. When I stepped onto the curb, I got a startlingly good look at it.

At the ground floor, it was like any old apartment building. Glass revolving door against simple painted brickwork standing out like a gas-lamp to the lonely travelers of the night. But once it crossed the first floor, things changed. The building began to warp. Warm orange rooms began stretching and changing into flat yellow lights, the walls of the building darkened, as the whole structure literally loomed over the street, becoming a more and more abstract version of imposing, until it was this dark, stretched tower of almost children’s book origin. And yet despite this childish design, it still managed to imbue me with a feeling of impending doom.

There was no question; This was the place, but I may already have been too late. As I entered the lobby, I found it had been painted over. Doors looked outlined, pictures seemed re-designed, and there were arrows on the floor leading to the proper rooms like in a children’s playground. The shape of the building made me uneasy, so I found myself taking the stairs. As you might expect, the higher I went, the weirder the situation became. The floors quickly swapped from tile to inked-over wood. Dark splotches struck the walls in odd places, like a fountain pen that went projectile. Some rooms had the furniture bolted to the ceiling, some were covered in words and strange writings. All in all, the place seemed entirely abandoned. After wandering the twisting corridors and stairs for a few minutes, I finally made my way up to the fifth floor. The way my coat dangled despite standing straight up told me we were in the section looking straight down at the street. Bizarre what these things can do.

As I walked down the corridor, which often chose to invert itself or twist in peculiar directions, I could distinctly observe everything becoming weirder. Every occurrence becoming worse. Paintings became solid colors, furniture was painted into place, odd colors adorned the walls, words became meaningless letters and then scribbles. All of which seemed to be drawing from the same door, the apartment in question: 527.

The door was pure-black, glistening and dripping with the air of fresh paint. And yet, despite the simple look, it carried the brunt of the towering energy within the building. Every step towards it seemed to cry out as though it were cruel, and every commanding glance was met by a far more overwhelming silence. But this door wasn’t the source, merely the gate.

This was it. Like a leaflet on the wind, I felt the pull of this room. I took a good look at myself, checking I was prepared. Had my revolver, my hat, and my bullfrog trousers. Though I could distinctly see the edge of my hat had gained an outline. I would have to be quick.

I grabbed the ink-black handle, and swung the door open.

The room was undoubtedly the champion of this horribly enigmatic building. It was meters longer than it should have been, the walls twisting their way up to an impossibly high ceiling, far enough up that I couldn’t see it in the darkness. All of this served only as the surrounding context of an enormous window, easily six times my size, which overlooked the street. But all of this meant very little to my mind, for my eyes had focused on the central figure of the room, the main cause.

Standing before a canvas and easel that could give a double-decker bus a run for its money, was a strange figure. Looming over the easel with a palette in one hand, and a brush held like a sword in the other, the creature continually swung at the canvas.

It was tall, well over my height by a good three or four feet, and it was dripping from head-to-toe in ink. Despite this, I could see the back of a clean vest and slacks, merely trimmed with ink on the sleeves and otherwise somehow stainless. The only sound that came about was a series of swipes. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. The rushed sound of the brush against the canvas, multiplied so loudly it may as well have been nails on a chalkboard. I was several hours too late.

As I looked around at the discarded mess of canvases and painted walls, knowing hope was lost, I determined the best solution was a quick execution. I drew my revolver from my pocket, and cocked the hammer. At the sound, the immense being craned its neck behind it to reveal two brightly glowing yellow eyes, and a crooked yellow smile across its face. I lined the gun up and pulled the trigger.

BANG.

…

…

It didn’t even flinch. But it didn’t appreciate it either. All in one moment, the strange beasts eyes and mouth ceased their almost child-like glow, and all that was left was a gaping, horrifying maw and sockets, which began to scream.

I held my ground, and as a giant paintbrush swung towards me, I leapt using the springs of my trousers on their lightest setting to get over it. I had to think, as I didn’t have many options. The Painter struck at me again, this time I narrowly avoided it by dodging off to the side. My gun was useless. And this beast was immense. Clearly if I had any choice at all, it would be through the window. But would a window that big even break if I smashed into it? I didn’t have many choices. I ran to the door again, using my opponent’s immense size to my advantage, and braced my legs against the door.

Ksssssssssshhhht.         The hiss of my bullfrogs set as they were armed to launch. I waited, and sure enough, the beast drew up his paintbrush to bring down on my head, and in that moment, I launched myself between his legs at the window.         CRACK!         For a brief moment I felt success. And opened my eyes for the next step.         And saw an unbroken window, and a lot of blood.         I had completely shattered my shoulder, and failed to crack open the window. I fell to the ground, a crumpled heap, the pain only stifled by my sheer adrenaline. And in the corner, I could hear it. The shuffled wet steps of those gigantic, ink-covered feet rumbled the room, as I saw him raise his choice weapon above my head. In a last frantic effort, I threw myself aside right as the weapon came down.

The pattering sounds of glass being shattered deafened my eardrums. The giant’s brush was halfway outside the glass, its head turned to look at me, fury painted in the edges of its face. This was my only chance. I rolled my way over to the door, batting away leftover canvases with my good arm, until I was in position.

Ksssssssssshhhht.

Pomfph.         I kicked off the door with everything I had, and I smashed right into the head of that wretched has-been. He stumbled backward, falling out of the newly shattered frame.         And on his way out, he dragged me by my foot.        

I found myself falling. Miniscule shards of glass were making their way past me as I hurtled towards the Painter, as we both hurtled towards the road. I looked at him, and observed his eyes had returned their bright orange glow, wide-eyed with fear and sadness as he looked passed me. I turned my head in the fall, and saw the same.

The apartment careened upward, the windows color becoming more complex, and the size reducing significantly, as the towering machination that had once been this fortress of ink and paper returned to its original position. The creak of brick and metal hollered as the size compressed, the last few possessions of the artist making their way out the window, as if left behind. It curled, retracted, and returned to its position on the side of the road.

And then it all went dark.

[im-out-of-it]

THANK YOU!!!!!!! literally Tatiana gets a 180 and what was even up with that so called villain arc???? it’s so badly written. literally that whole “Gabriel took away my father and husband” line from Tatiana was so old. Gabriel had to kill his own father and that never gets talked about enough. Will can be a dick to everyone because of his fake curse but no one let’s go of the fact that Gabriel stayed around for his father on the off chance he might be decent. Tatiana’s actions don’t make sense but I forgot for a second who the writer is 💀

and I’ll never forgive Will for making Gabriel’s trauma into some punchline. Gabriel got hated for literally no reason and so did Gideon in the beginning and I know she wanted to kill Alec, killing a little max to “show” Sebastian is evil, and also what was up with the half assed treatment with Thomas oh and not being able to grieve Kit-

I’ll stop because if I go on, I’ll never shut up lmao like literally nobody can convince me that CC didn’t hate the lightwoods. you don’t kill off one member of the family for every book you wrote for no reason

Im always here on the Will slander. he’s the worst and doesn’t get shit on enough 👏🏼

PSA: JUST AN ANTI WILL RANT SO IF YOU LIKE HIM YOU PROBABLY SHOULD EXIT AND ALSO COMMENTS ABOUT GABRIEL DESERVING BETTER

“why would Gabriel Lightwood hate you, Will?” Tessa asked as they went. “what did you do to him?”

excellent question Tessa. now would be a good idea to I don’t know, maybe make your own judgment on this little interaction?????

“It wasn’t anything I did to him,” Will said, stalking along at a rapid place. “It was something I did to his sister.”

now that we have this little piece of evidence, we see that Will instigated their beef first. Gabriel didn’t come after Will, Will hurt Gabriel’s sister and now you’ve got me defending Tatiana FUCKING HELL

and yes we learn later that Tatiana had a crush but what Will did was cruel and yet gabriel gets blamed when he has enough of Will’s actions

“Did you? Compromise her virtue, I mean”- Tessa

it’s funny that Will doesn’t answer this question, he does start to talking about Benedict

“and as for Gabriel’s father, let’s say that he has something of a reputation for liking demons and downworlders more than he should. I would be surprised if some of the elder lightwood’s nocturnal visits to certain houses in shadwell haven’t left him with a nasty case of demon pox.”

see, this is one of the main problems of Will. he’s literally telling Tessa basically that it’s a problem to like downworlders more than they should. Tessa, in case you aren’t aware but you are a downworlder. basically saying that they don’t deserve to be treated with respect- I may be grasping at straws but he could’ve left out downworlders and said demons and nothing much of it would have been thought badly on his part

also let’s just make shit up about some of the elder lightwoods or whatever. Will isn’t clarifying it’s only Benedict and maybe this is on the writing but some of the elder LIGHTWOOD’s meaning plural. will acts as if the whole Lightwood family murdered his own like for fucks sake I get Gabriel can be vexing in his dark moods but if you had someone hurting your sister and then constantly coming for ya, yeah I could see why that would make you more upset

but let’s analyze- Will won’t say what he did to Gabriel’s sister and now he’s outed himself as showing disgust for someone who prefers downworlders

so much for the accords when you have young shadowhunters thinking downworlders lives are nothing. and he may not say it the way I do but he could’ve let them out but he felt inclined to include them. I wouldn’t be surprised if none of the shadowhunters had romantic ties with the downworlders with the way they speak about them. Charlotte goes on and on how de Quincey has betrayed them but has she actually been kind and respectful and treated him as a person????

I’m sorry but I don’t think the downworlders are getting treated with any respect. “oh we stopped hunting you but y’all still won’t have any rights and we can still find a way to execute you”. there’s not any equality when it comes to downworlders lives and the rights they supposedly have

and oh “Gabriel is so awful” (Tessa- “so awful”) yet she hears Jem talk about compromising virtue and HE SAYS NOTHING ABOUT IT. wouldn’t that be concerning?

like this girl is getting so many red flags 🚩 thrown at her and she’s like what a fun parade we’re at!!!!!

I don’t get how anyone can like Will. I don’t care if he has a fake curse. I don’t care if he had to run from home. I’m so tired and fed up with people using trauma as an excuse to be a shitty person. and CC has made a pattern and habit of doing this whole showing zero improvement. he doesn’t treat mostly anyone with any respect. he’s lucky he has Jem because Jem is the only fucking thing likable about him

Gabriel doesn’t deserve this reputation of getting shit on when Will is the one that came after his family first. he could’ve let Tatiana down gently but he decided to be cruel. like no wonder Gabriel (and possibly Gideon) can’t stand Will’s ass

[preciouslikeacrystal]

"I've work to do in Marais"

"Well none is stopping you dr Arcane!"

"I'M NOT ASKING FOR PERMISSION."

[gulnarsultan]

Hi darling!

Can I request a poly!volturi kings x fem!reader where the kings don't have time to spend time with the reader but she really needs them. So jane and alec (which the reader is close to) have to tell the kings that they are needed.

Hello sweetie. ❤ I hope you will like it.

You were not selfish. You knew who they were and how important their mission was. But didn't they even have five minutes to spare for their precious wives? As you repeat this question in your mind, your heart begins to break. You also started to spend your time with the guards. You used to make up with Jane, comb and braid your hair. She used to show you her newly bought porcelain dolls. Alec shows you the pictures he made. He was painting you. Felix and Demetri were spending time playing virtual games. You were having girl talk with Renata, Corin, Heidi and Chelsea. Afton and Santiago were helping you with the plants in the garden. Soon your husbands realized that you were no longer spending time with them and you were not striving for it. While they were all in the throne room, the subject was brought up by Aro.

"Our precious wife is moving away from us."

"Aro is right about that. What's wrong with him?"

While Marcus wanted to say something, Jane started to speak.

"She's heartbroken because you don't want to spend time with her. She's trying to heal her heart by spending time with us rather than begging you."

The kings were both surprised and worried when they saw how angry the twins were. When you came to the throne room, Marcus noticed that your golden bonds against them had faded.

"Dear wife. We heard there are some problems."

"No problem. I overcame the problem myself."

"So by getting away from us?"

"You have no idea how it feels to have so-called soul mates who don't even have five minutes to spare for you, Caius. I'm not selfish. I understand if you don't have time for me. And I spend time with friends who want to spend time with me."

"Honey, we love you."

"Love is not just words, Aro. Love is proved by demonstrations. In fact, I have no faith in these strings anymore. I don't even trust the ones you really love anymore."

If they had asked the Kings what was the heaviest physical and emotional blow they have taken in their lifetime, their answer would have been the day you said those words to them. Even if the Kings wanted to spend time with you in the coming days, you stayed away from them. Finally, Caius lost his patience and yelled at you.

"Smug. We are your Kings. You can't disrespect us. You won't turn down our love."

Tears began to flow from your eyes with meaning at these words. The guards were so enraged. You left the throne room and went to an unused room. Curled under the covers, you never went out until evening. Jane and Alec brought you dinner.

"I'd pull out her barbie hair one by one if I could. You're the most perfect person I've ever met in my life. Please don't let any idiot's words hurt you."

"Jane is right."

In a short time, other guards came and joined you. They were all trying to lift your spirits.

"Honestly, I may be unfortunate with a soul mate. But I'm very lucky to have good friends like you."

You had decided to go out into the garden when it was midnight after they had left. You were sitting on the bench by the water fountain and looking at the sky. The kings came to you very sad and embarrassed.

"Can we come dear?"

"Why do you ask for permission? As the king, everything belongs to you."

"I didn't mean to say it like that. I was very angry."

"You don't need to fall in love, King. You have the right to do anything."

"Aro, please forgive Caius and me, honey. Believe me, we're in pain. We feel all your feelings, too."

"Marcus is right. It really hurts."

"I don't believe it. I'm actually stupid enough to think you love me. I was foolish enough to believe that a tyrant like you, especially Cauis, would."

"Please don't say that."

"I don't believe any of you anymore. I don't have good feelings for you anymore. I want to go."

Aro knelt before you and held your hands.

"You don't know what to do without reading my mind."

Aro's hands pushed off and you stood up. A few days passed after this speech. The mood of the kings was in a very bad state. While you were lying on your bed in your room, the Kings had arrived. You ignored them by turning your face the other way. Aro was on your right, Marcus on your left, and Caius between your legs. After five quiet minutes, you noticed that your body and emotions were starting to heal.

"I don't know if I can forgive you."

"Trying will be enough for us."

"I'll do my best."

Now the Kings, or at least one of them, were spending time with you on a daily basis. Although it took a few months for your forgiveness, your bonds were stronger than before. This was a lesson that the Kings would never forget.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Tease - Alec Lightwood x ftm!reader

A repost of a fic from a few months ago because fuck tumblr for flagging it and then denying my appeal that's it just a fucking fanfic

You had been teasing Alec all day, between the longing stares and the gentle touches in not so appropriate places he was losing it.

The day finally comes to an end and he pounces on you the minute you walk through your apartment door.

You're pressed against the door, Alec's thigh between your legs as he kisses you.

"I'm sorry is there something you wanted Mr. Lightwood?" You tease, grinding down on his thigh.

"Yeah, I want to fuck my husband until you forget your own name," he groans, picking you up with ease and carrying you to your bedroom.

He lays you comfortably on the pillows, both of you hastily removing your clothes.

He positions himself between your legs, eagerly spreading them apart and wasting no time diving in.

"Alec," you moan as his tongue glides through your pussy.

He throws one of your legs over his shoulder, slipping a finger inside and pumping it tantalizingly slow.

Your hands go to his head, tangling in his hair and tugging, "faster Alec."

"Louder," he orders.

"Please, please go faster!" You beg.

He leaves wet and messy kisses on your thighs, adding a second finger making you throw your head back and finally moving them at the pace you need.

His fingers curl upwards while he sucks on your clit and your thighs clamp around his head, hips uncontrollably raising in the air.

"Oh my God Alec!" You shout as his mouth and fingers never falter making your climax last as long as it possibly could.

Once he decides you've had enough he removes his fingers and you watch him suck them clean.

"Get up here," you order and he happily obliges.

You taste yourself on his lips and feel his throbbing cock against you.

"You know I hate it when you tease me," he says now teasing you by pressing the tip of his dick into your sensitive clit, "if I could I would fuck you on every surface in the institute."

"Well we already have had plenty of fun in your office… and the training room," you joke but gasp when his cock slides to your entrance.

"Remember when Jace nearly caught you riding my face on the couch in my office," he laughs, guiding his cock inside you.

"Or that time I wore the vibrator all day and you nearly gave us away when you turned it all the way up while I was talking with Isabelle," you say, slowly rocking your hips to meet his.

"It's not my fault you don't know how to stay quiet when you cum," he says finding a steady pace to fuck you to.

"And it's not my fault my husband is so damn sexy and gives me the best orgasms," you moan.

Alec grins and nips at your collarbone, hands desperately grasping at any part of your body.

The bed frame hits the wall over and over again as he roughly fucks you.

"Alec I'm gonna cum again," you groan and he reaches down, rubbing firm circles over your clit.

You cry out his name when your second climax hits you, Alec's hips never slowing while you ride it out.

You wrap your arms around his neck, sloppily kissing him and less than a minute later he's cumming inside you.

"Fuck you feel so good," he says letting out every last drop.

"You still hate me teasing you," you crack.

"Never, I love you Y/N," he says.

"I love you too," you smile.

[rise-deepseamonster]

Yes but this won’t be the first time a Herondale has intentions towards Magnus.

Will 🤝 Jem

James 🤝 Matthew

Luke 🤝 Valentine

Thy people shall be my people, and thus

✨Thy wife shall be my wife✨

[paracosm-draw]

Loving this drabble emoji game (and sending plenty of patience regarding ao3's waiting list)! 💪🏽 and/or 🩸 ? :)

Oh I love this one 👀

💪🏼 + 🩸 : Bridal carry + patching up a wound

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- M'gnus... Put me down...

Alec grumbles and wiggles weakly in the warlock's strong arms. He's alternating between states of unconsciousness and lucidity and Magnus has to pull a little bit more of his magic to keep him on the surface, while lowering his pain and trying to open a portal to carry him to a safer place.

That's a bit much all at the same time, even for him, especially when he has to stay calm and not freak out at the sight of Alec's clothes soaked in blood.

- Please stay awake for me, love. He whispers urgently, arms getting tired of carrying 90kg of muscles for so long.

His magic is running low at an alarming rate and he can feel the exhaustion starting to seep under his skin, shortening his breath and wetting his temples with sweat.

That was not supposed to happen.

They're on their honeymoon, two days after leaving New-York. Only two days of calm and rest before they're caught up again in the reality of their world.

Magnus was the one supposed to be dying right now, but Alec being the self-sacrificial little shit he was, he was the one who took the hit for him. Sharp Indonesian demon's claws ripping his abdomen apart.

- Baby...

Magnus is pulled out of his thoughts when Alec's bloody fingers brush his face, leaving red wet traces on his skin. His hand his so pale and cold, the warlock does his best not to freak out.

They're on the beach now, only a few meters away from the first sets of houses. Those demons hate water, at least they should be safe here.

- You're gonna be okay, Alexander. I'm going to take care of you. He says, his voice as steady as he can.

If he's being honest, it doesn't look good. But Alec doesn't have to know that.

When he's almost certain that they've put enough distance between the demon and them, he stops and kneels to lay Alec on the ground.

The sand is warmer than his husband's skin and Magnus eyes fill with tears at the realization.

- You're gonna be okay. He repeats, more for himself than anything else, while ripping off Alec's white shirt with trembling fingers.

It takes all he has to keep a straight face when he sees the wounds.

- That's... Bad. Alec mutters, his eyes trying so hard to focus on Magnus' beloved face but he can't. Everything's blurry, he's so tired and his body's so heavy.

- No. No no no, I'm going to heal you, darling. Magnus breathes around the lump in his throat. I got this.

He can't loose him only two days after their wedding. He can't loose him at all.

- Magnus...

The warlock tries to ignore him to focus on the little magic left in him, ready to be invocated. He knows he will probably pass out after this but if he manages to stay conscious until Alec is out of danger, it's worth the effort.

He starts to lift his hands to summon the magical energy into his palms when Alec grips his wrist.

- Magnus, listen to me...

Magnus clearly doesn't have the time to listen to him, but something in his husband's tone makes him take it anyway.

- Yes, love ?

- If I die...

- You're not gonna die ! Magnus retorts, but the single tear rolling down his cheek feels like despair.

- If I die, Alec repeats anyway, clearing his bloody throat as much as possible, I want you to know that none of this... None of this is your fault.

- Alec... Magnus' vision is blurry now and he hardly holds back a sob.

- I'm the happiest man, Magnus. Alec smiles weakly, there's blood on his lips but his eyes are bright with love. I just... I wanted to have kids with you. I'm sorry.

Magnus heart clenches painfully, and he grabs Alec's hands in his, crying silently.

- We're gonna have children, my love. I promise you. Now I need you to stay with me a little bit longer, okay ? Just a little bit more...

Alec hums almost happily and closes his eyes, his pale skin glowing under the moonlight. There's a pool of blood under his body, infiltrating the sand.

And Magnus draws on every last drop of his reserves to save the man he loves, keeping Alec's last words in mind to have something to hold on to.

Then, everything is black.