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kmmachilles · 4 months

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heres the list of my favourite shadowhunter couples from all the series (not including twp for obvious reasons) bc i cant sleep

TID: Gideon n Sophie. I KNOW KNOW EVERYONE LOOVES HERONGRAYSTAIRS I DO TOO THEYRE MY HEART ND SOUL but gideon n sophie man. cmon. theres sweet hurt sophie that thinks men like gideon r assholes bc of her former employers son and will, and gideon REINFORCES that by constantly talking in spanish while hes actually absolutely down BAD for sophie. she thinks shes not good enough for him, her being a mundane 'servant' and 'ugly' from her scarred face and him being the eldest son carrying the great shadowhunter lightwood name. and then hes just there ordering scones to his room just to see sophie, and ending up stashing them under the bed bc he doesn't even LIKE them. and pretty, smart sophie, although FURIOUS at first, goes 'so yea u dont like scones. what about SPONGE CAKES???????? THEYRE MY SPECIALTY' and then he falls so in love with her and proceeds to tell everyone hes marrying her before even proposing to her. i love them.

TLH: Alastair n Thomas. i love love love them not only their pair but them as separate characters too. esp bc the two didnt have the kind of shit the other ships had to deal with like james n cordelia were 'OH HE LOVES GRACE BUT I LOVE HIM / OH I LOVE GRACE BUT IM MARRIED TO CORDELIA / I SHOULD RUN AWAY W MATTHEW / fuck im in love with cordelia.' and lucie n jesse were like 'IM IN LOVE W A GHOST WHO'S THE SON OF A WOMAN WHO HATES MY FAMILY / shes only in love w me bc im a ghost and she likes writing stories so im one of her stories SHE DOESNT REALLY LOVE ME BUT I LOVE HER BUT IM A GHOST SO I CANT *REALLY* LOVE HER PROPERLY LIKE SHE DESERVES' and ari and anna were like 'OH I LOVE HER BUT I WANT KIDS SO I'LL MARRY CHARLES WHO, BTW, IS GAY :3 / OH I LOVE HER but im a stony heartbreaker women, lock your daughters and then yourselves im coming after you / oh my god i cant marry charles I LOVE YOU ANNA TAKE ME BAACK / ha! im stony heartbreaker.' and we all know the problem w matthew n cordelia, and alastair and charles AND grace and christopher (my heart stopped beating i swear to you). like i know Alastair and thomas definitely HAD to overcome some shit but Thomas KNEW he liked guys and alastair and alastair was pr sure about it too so when they got together, they GOT together ykwim??? no hanky panky. plus theres also the 'thomas-is-basically-michelangelos-david' so yea. no brainer. theyre my fav.

TMI: Alec and Magnus. okay so this is for both obvious reasons (fan favourite) and some other personal ones. Living where i do, i had no idea you could like the same gender as yourself or ltr anything about the LGBTQ+ community at all. These two were the first gay ship i had EVER read and they are what lead me to be as confident in my sexuality as i am right now. they introduced me to the concept of thinking beyond what i was told or shown by the people that surround me and look into the world the right way, without projecting judgement. i love them for that. theyre my comfort characters and the one of the biggest reasons i am who i am right now. also magnus is pr much why i adore glitter and i manage to put it on my face every other day ahaha

TDA: Diana n Gwynn. a very, very close second is Mark n Cristina n Keiran. but about Diana and Gwynn, they literally have my entire soul im not even kidding you. Gwyn is the first person Diana opens up to about her transition and its honestly so heartwarming that Gwyn, the leader of the Wild Hunt, known to be vicious and feared by faerie, is literally just there for her to lean on. He supports her and is so, so calm and soft with her it genuinely melts me. like, this man is basically the reaper of souls and he rides a magnificent steed into the night but hes so gentle with Diana. obviously my obsession w them is reinforced by the fact that the FIRST time Gwynn sees Diana he goes 'O' and is all like 'HELLO my fair lady beautiful one gorgeous strong lovely lady' and gives her an acorn like 'call me ;)' and diana my love just, THROWS the acorn to julian and emma and goes 'do w that whatever u will' and acts like she doesnt care and when they call on gwyn he comes to help nd immediately goes '...THAT WASNT FOR YOU but ig i'll help bc ur the magnificent lady's brats :/'

so yes thats it. now pls, whatever fucking ghost is haunting me with these thoughts, PLEASE LET ME SLEEP

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cinemaocd · 4 months

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Good god, I'm watching David Lean films on my laptop and using my good headphones and they are so very much about sound, especially after Lawrence, but before on BOTRK, where the noise of the jungle was allowed to breath around the edges of the proceedings. As a designer he would never let atmosphere hamper dialog. Fond of echo effects, which he uses playfully in Lawrence of Arabia, Lean uses them to amplify the sound of a crying infant in a cave, and the rushing echo of a heart attack as heard in a dying woman's ear, to a far more mystical, almost supernatural effect.

I can't help but think David Lynch was paying close attention to David Lean.

For a man whose name is also an adjective for absence of fat, Lean's movies are ironically larded with rich sequences of landscapes, filmed in wide screen with the best technicolor. While the text of Lawrence of Arabia uses "fat" derisively to describe an imagined decadent England. (I always picture Bertie Wooster when Lawrence gets going on England being a fat country full of fat people. Not necessarily physically, but perhaps a mental blubber. ) It is a byword for decadence. The joy of course, is realizing the decadence of the experience of watching a three hour film, that takes time out to show you a troop of monkeys, a bicycle ride through tall grass, a woman passing an umbrella down a cliff as the wind absolutely booms in your ears. Lean transports you to impossible places. It is always spectacular.

I've often lamented the decade of bloated, over-long, over-budget films that followed in the wake of Lawrence of Arabia, which changed the landscape for a decade or more for better and worse. It seemed after Lawrence films got bigger but not necessarily better. Watching a master like J. Lee Thompson go from the glorious The Guns of Navarone to the excreble McKenna's Gold could inspire a strong case study against the Lawrence Effect.

Yet, it's Lean himself who makes best use of the space he made in the industry for a bigger, longer, artier film to be made in Hollywood. A Passage to India is a gorgeous film with a haunting theme. It's beautifully acted for the most part (Alec Guinness cringe aside) and manages both drawing room period drama pacing balanced against the coiled tension of Indian history. The film suffered from timing as it was released the year after Richard Attenborough's Gandhi. Two big name British filmmakers, doing period dramas set in India within a twelvemonth is a news story onto itself. Gandhi came out first: big, loud, simple-minded, ham-fisted, utterly gorgeous prestige drama that swept all the awards. The next year Lean puts out what amounts to an art house period dramedy with some interesting overtones of Forster's sexuality. That the film seems dated with its brown face and with its pussy footing around with the gay theme, when the year before Maurice was far more frank.

#David Lean #David Lynch #film #Passage to India #Lawrence of Arabia #Gandhi

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marchentraume · 9 months

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Hi uh, I'm just gonna list out my Michael Sheen and David Tennant crossover ships with short headcanons and why lol:

Miles Maitland and Ginger Littlejohn (Bright Young Things)

They both existed in the same project before even knowing who the other ways ofc I ship it

Beautiful and full of life Miles balances out the serious Ginger, the latter can make sure Miles is safe from anyone who would hurt him

This one is probably my fave and have been slowly getting more invested, shout out to my kindred spirits who also have a galaxy brain for these two

Martin Whitly (Prodigal Son) and Alec Hardy (Broadchurch)

This might just be copying hannigram but I haven't watch Hannibal yet so no clue here haha

Martin is quite literally a criminal but also very educated, he would see Alec and want to save him realizing there's one person he wants to keep safe if not contained and away from the world

Alec is perplexed how such an educated man can do what he did but also attracted to both sides he shows

This isn't a healthy ship but why would I be into shipping for only that :D

Romeo and Romeo (Romeo and Juliet)

Both have played Romeo once in their respective lives and maybe I just want them to kiss

It's nothing deeper than that, both are INCREDIBLY gorgeous in their productions and I wish more photos existed...

Aro (Twilight series) and Peter Vincent (Fright Night 2011)

(yes this is a remake)

Vampire and "vampire hunter"? That's all I need.

You know Aro would love teasing the supposed cowardly Pete but surprisingly turned on when he he stands up to fight back

Of course the angst for Peter gaining attraction for a creature that killed his family

The sex would be insane you know it

I'm sure I'll build up more as I continue the brain rot but also let me know yours or any additional HCs with these ships I love...sheen and tennant...

#michael sheen #david tennant #good omens extended universe #michael sheen/david tennant #bright young things #prodigal son #broadchurch #twilight #fright night #this is what happens when waiting for S3

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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omg! yes! I wanted to do this so badly, Malec omega verse for the wednesday prompt?

okay! here we go thank you for the prompt!

i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

Alec understands the importance of security.

He’s the Interim Head of the New York Institute and he knows better than most the dangers of politics and power.

That doesn’t mean he can fully stop himself from bristling as he’s approached by the High Warlock’s security. He allows their scrutiny as he waits, he even allows their approach. Nods in acceptance when they say they require a pat down, even after he has visibly eased them by coming without physical weapons.

Then the one in back steps forward and instead of beta, Alec smells alpha.

It’s strong and pungent and before the man’s hand has even touched him, Alec has lunged forward. He’s nearly unaware of himself as he does it, only concentrates on the taste of copper on his tongue. Salt and iron wash away the too strong scent of Alpha and that forever feral part of him calms just a bit.

His hand replaces his mouth and he wrenches back the fingers that dared try to touch him. Alec steps back and spits blood on the floor just as the alpha crashes down, biting back screams.

That,” he says with teeth stained red, his tongue dragging across the sharp edges of his canines, “was rude. I didn’t realize the High Warlock of Brooklyn allowed those under his name to take such liberties.”

There’s a familiar, shocked pause.

No one ever expects a shadowhunter to attack with anything but weapons. They have their adamas, why debase themselves by acting without it.

Alec has no such qualms and it’s clear, from the blood dripping down his chin to the way his head tilts, a quiet judgement.

A subtle taunt.

It’s faint, but Alec almost feels that he can hear a deep chuckle. It’s impossible, the music is far too loud and no one around him has spoken.

“I,” the beta hesitates, clearly unsure of just what to do next. She rocks on her feet, by downworld laws, Alec had every right to do what he did. They all know that.

“Do you still need to search me,” Alec asks, smiling at her as he does. It’s not a nice smile, bloodlust still too close to the surface, but he is still a diplomat. This is an olive branch they don’t deserve from him personally, but shadowhunters as a whole owe the downworld much more than this simple courtesy.

She takes a moment to decide whether or not it's safe. If her job is worth it and just as she visibly steels herself and steps forward, a flash of fire ignites before her and she catches it from the air.

There’s an imperceptible sigh as she lets out a breath of air she doesn’t need. “The High Warlock will allow you to approach without a physical search,” she hesitates. “If you allow him to use magic to do it instead.”

It is both a test and a boon.

Alec has no wish to be felt up by anyone, though he can generally tolerate non-alphas. However most shadowhunters would consider the magic far worse a fate.

Alec is not most shadowhunters.

“I appreciate his consideration and accept his terms.”

She smells both shocked and relieved as she leads him to the dais.

There’s no time to wipe the blood from his face and Alec resigns himself to the tacky feeling of it drying as it drips down his neck.

At the very least, he knows it won’t stain his clothes.

Alec licks his lips as he gets closer to Bane. The taste of mundane pennies and dirty iron is still on his lips and he hides the smugness of his victory behind a calm demeanor. From the wary way his fae escort glances at him, he doubts he’s being as sly as he hopes.

Alec swallows down the taste of blood and regrets his actions the moment he inhales Bane’s scent. It’s gone from an opaque nothingness to feeling like he’s breathing in fire. Heat crawls down his spine and he does his best not to inhale again, feeling a bit like a fool when he opens his mouth to greedily take in air rather than risk the dizziness that comes with scenting Bane.

Bane is also an omega.

A gorgeous, powerful, omega whose scent makes Alec’s thoughts blur and whose casual arrogance is far more attractive than it should be. Alec thinks it’s because it’s not arrogance, just confidence.

Alec doubts that Bane ever suffers fools or that he has to react as basely as Alec did. He very much believes that even one look of disdain from Bane would be enough to leave even the most powerful and arrogant of Idris alphas quaking. The thought makes him wet his lips unconsciously and he shifts as he gets closer.

“Sit down, Alexander was it?” Bane asks him and Alec nods, caught in the shock of how good his name sounds when it’s Bane who says it.

Alec sits and shudders, trying not to be distracted when his knee accidentally brushes Bane’s thigh.

He doesn’t know when he got close enough for them to be touching but he knows it’s impolite and he tries to move back only to feel his back hit the arm of the sofa.

So he stays, where he is and tries to figure out how to explain what it is he needs without being completely distracted and overwhelmed.

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Meanwhile Magnus is quite enjoying himself.

Hid pretty omega shadowhunter has been too distracted by Magnus own personal everything to realize that Magnus’ magic has closed the distance between them. Blue crackling along the leather to shrink the down the sofa until there is nowhere for his guest to go.

He’s been intrigued since the moment he felt angelic energy enter his wards. Alone and clearly with a purpose.

A lone omega shadowhunter in Magnus’ territory, without guard or weapon who reacted to an alpha being rude with violence. Magnus had been delighted even before he’d seen the shadowhunter in person or had a taste of his scent.

Now Magnus is ecstatic.

“You’ll understand if I use magic, to ensure that you’re unarmed and come in good faith.” Magnus asks, a smirk on his lips as his shadowhunter, Alexander, nods.

His tentacles are glamoured and he only allows two to reach out, to start from Alexander’s calves, where his boots end and encircling the muscles there before sliding up. They take their time, encircling strong thighs and Magnus is disappointed by the thick material that makes him unable to feel skin beneath his touch. Instead he contents himself, invisible tentacles tugging aside a leather jacket and cheating by sliding up a loose shirt. Alexander startles visible at that, biting his own lips and turning in confusion to look at Magnus before settling.

Whatever it is that his institute needs, it’s important enough that he came alone and Magnus is going to make sure it’s worth both of their while.

Magnus takes his time scoping out Alexander’s chest, one tentacle sliding through coarse hair and the other slipping around behind to tap up Alec’s spine. The meet at the top, encircling around Alexander’s neck and rubbing teasingly at the scent glands there.

Coincidentally, they also smear the blood drying on his neck across said glands.

Alexander’s eyes go wide and his neck shakes as he swallows, trying not to let himself be overly affected, but he never tries to pull away. His eyes are blissed out and he’s swaying towards Magnus helplessly, as if he’s unable to keep himself away.

Magnus purrs and sends out a little pulse of warm magic to seep into Alexander’s muscles as he offers his hand.

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Bane reaches out his hand and Alec gives him his own without thinking. It’s bloody still, his skin sticky and his fingers covered in blood.

“Allow me,” Bane says, “as it was one of my employees who pushed you to defend yourself.”

Alec doesn’t know how to respond, he just nods his head. He expects Bane to either magic it away, or offer him a tissue. He’s not expecting a burgundy stained mouth to wrap around one of his fingers. Nor is he expecting the electric jolt that goes through him. Or that when he instinctively moves away, he’s unable to. He’d forgotten about the magic holding him down. The thick, invisible ropes of magic that even now tease at his scent glands and he swallows harshly.

He swallows again when Bane moves on to the next finger and then the next. When he licks over Alec’s palm, the cool metal of piercing on his tongue making Alec shiver and then again when that same metal presses against the underside of his wrist.

“There, much more presentable, aren’t you.” Bane tells him, a smirk on his mouth and something darkly appreciative gleaming in his eyes as he watches Alec. “Oh, but I seemed to have missed a spot.”

The hand on Alec’s wrist tugs and he follows, there’s a moment of confusion in his head and he can’t help that he whimpers when he realizes he’s in Bane’s lap. He’s so close to him. Too close for him to keep his thoughts clear and it gets worse when Bane leans forward and licks over his neck. Alec knows that he’s just cleaning away the blood but it doesn’t feel like that. It doesn’t feel like that at all and his knees clamp against the thigh he’s straddling.

“Almost done,” he’s told and then lips smeared with rogue and blood are pressed to his, a tongue licking over his split and bloody lips and Alec shudders. There are no words he can say. Both because any he tries are swallowed by Bane’s kiss and because he can’t form them.

It’s too much and not enough and everything he’s never realized he wanted, or needed.

—

Magnus has a thought, something in the back of his mind that goes ‘this one. This one is different, this one. And now, with the taste of Alexander’s blood under his tongue, he knows what it is.

This one is his.

Magnus lets Alexander settle against him and brushes his fingers through the hair on the nape of Alexander’s neck and tugs a little.

There’s a whimper, soft and pleading when he takes his lips away and he smirks to himself against the skin of Alec’s jaw.

“Bane-” Is a breathless word spoken and he nips at Alec’s cheek in reprimand, earning an even more gasping, “Magn’s?”

Magnus croons in pleased delight and drags his magic and tentacles across Alexander’s body and his soul and chuckles at the groan it earns him and the little keen Alexander lets out.

It’s a beautiful sound but the rest of the club feel more than hear it. The natural pleasure that seeds the atmosphere with potential violence only comes from a content, pleased omega purring to a mate.

As Alexander is purring for Magnus.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #a warlock's hoard #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadwhunters a/b/o

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vorchagirl · 9 months

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Oooooh! What's happening in 'from the edge of the deep green sea'? I see Harry and Sara and a winky face. I must know

So, this was the sequel fic I was writing for Harry & Sara that followed on from Girl From Mars and Mountains In The Sky.

It's several disconnected moments currently and would need some serious writing to finish. The first is Harry desperately trying to save Alec & Sara in the shuttle after being picked up from Habitat 7 and realising Alec is gone, and Sara might not make it either.

Another moment is Harry trying to end things with Sara after she recovered, and her stubbornly refusing to let him walk away when he's all she has left.

Annnd the final moment is smut, lol. It's also the first time that they say I love you to each other. Hopefully I can finish it soon because its got a lot of promise, and In love these two!

I'll throw a snippet down below:

From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea

“Harry!” Cora’s voice, tight with alarm. “Harry, we need you! We’re losing Sara!”

Reality crashed back.

It was the use of Sara’s name that snapped him out of it. It broke through the clinical numbness like a stone smashing a pane of glass. Loud. Inescapable. Sharp. Her name, the desperation in Cora’s tone, the shrieking of the alarms that signalled that something was very wrong with her, it crashed upon him and sent a surge of adrenaline spiking through him.

Harry froze.

Sara. Oh god. His Sara.

This was what he had been frightened of from the moment he’d discovered that the beautiful brunette he’d hooked up with at the Nexus’ farewell party was Alec Ryder’s daughter. And every time they’d given in and seen each other since it had been like a nail being driven into a coffin, an inevitable foreshadowing of something horrible looming ahead of them.

But she’d laughed when he’d brought up professional ethics. Hell, she’d even joked about finding doctors sexy, her green eyes flashing with amusement. And dammit, he had gone along with her.

He’d been so caught up in Sara Ryder, had been so hungry for one more minute in her arms, of her taste and touch and smell, that he would have done anything. She was like a drug he couldn't get out of his system. And she seemed equally taken with him, though Harry was damned if he could understand why a gorgeous young woman like her was spending her time with a man twice her age.

He’d been a fool.

They both had.

#mass effect andromeda #harry carlyle #sara ryder #my writing

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cam-ryt · 2 years

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"Who are you..?" Magnus whispered, lifting the young man chin with his thin and heavily ringed fingers and looking right into his cerulean eyes to try and find some answers.

There was no doubt the courtesan was there to end his life ; he had spotted the glint of the dagger the moment the boy had stepped out from the shadow of his room.

"I've never seen you around here... He continued while the young - and very gorgeous - young man stared at him with a clenched jaw, visibly upset at being put out of action with such a minor spell. Not a very experienced assassin, are you ?

The light from the fireplace was giving a soft glow to the golden chains that embraced the courtesan's muscular body, painting his pale skin with warm colors and highlighting the flames of defiance in his eyes. Magnus sighed softly, wondering.

"What am I going to do with you ?"

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Hello hello dear @carelessflower , guess what I have for you *wink wink*

More Courtesan!Alec to come because look at him

Also I draw that listening to his beautiful voice and as always goofy smart interventions on the latest episode of Return to the Shadows and gosh I had missed him so much. Did you guys listened to it ?

#shadowhunter #shadowhunters tv #malec #alec lightwood #alexander lightwood bane #magnus bane #alec x magnus

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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 8 months

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hiadt magnus in on call room with abigail having thoughts about alec

that is a wretched thought jsjsjsksks also I’ve told y’all I can’t share anything spoiler-y. But here’s a cute scene??

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Both their shifts start at the same time so they decide to go together today.

Alec picks up his stuff and the car keys. He knocks on Magnus’s door.

“Hey, Magnus. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Two minutes.”

“Okay.”

Alec waits for him in the living room, scrolling on his phone.

Two minutes pass. Then five. Then ten.

He groans before knocking on the door again.

“Magnus?” He says. “We’re getting late.”

“I’m trying but I’m stuck.”

“Stuck where?”

“I need a little help. Can you come inside?” Magnus says defeatedly.

Alec enters the room and finds Magnus infront of the mirror. His hands are behind his neck as he struggles to find something.

“What’s up?”

“I can’t clasp this necklace,” he pouts.

“That’s what’s been taking you ten minutes?”

“Hmmm.”

“You’re going to have to remove it when you’re in surgery so what’s the point?” He asks, eve though he knows the point.

They’ve had this conversation a dozen times in the past few years. Alec just does this to annoy Magnus.

He can pretend for it minute that everything is the same.

“I found this really gorgeous necklace in the closet and I want to wear this,” Magnus explains. “Will you continue standing there or will you help?”

In another world, Alec is a smart man who doesn’t put himself in situations that hurt him. Where he stays as far away from Magnus as he can.

But not him. This Alec is a weak man who will do anything, say anything, sell every part of his being just to get to be close to Magnus even for five seconds.

“Okay.” He steps closer to Magnus, standing behind him, a little to the right.

His gaze catches Magnus’s and they look into each other’s eyes in the mirror.

Alec raises his hand, and takes the ends of the necklace from Magnus’s hand and their fingers graze lightly.

He inhales deeply.

He clasps the necklace easily. Then his eyes fall on the necklace.

Oh.

“Where did you find this?”

Magnus frowns. “This?”

“Hmmm.”

“It was in the closet. If nothing, my fashion sense has improved in the past six years.”

“It’s mine.”

“What?”

“The necklace,” Alec exhales.

Magnus raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t take you to be someone you wears necklaces, Alexander.”

His fingers are still on the clasp. The necklace is locked but he’s not ready for the closeness to end.

“I’m not. But you gave it to me.”

“And you hit it in the closet,” Magnus feigns offence. “You could have just said you didn’t like it.”

Alec shakes his head, his heart thudding in his chest. “No. No. It’s not that, I just—“

“Relax,” Magnus turns and puts a hand on his shoulder. “I’m kidding.”

There’s a reason why Alec can’t wear this anymore. He kind of hates that because it’s attached to such a beautiful memory.

“I didn’t know it was yours,” Magnus breathes, and Alec can feel it on his face. They’re standing very close. Alec wants to close the remaining distance. “I can remove it.”

“No. You can keep it. It’s yours.”

Magnus tilts his head, “That’s not how gifts work. Just admit you didn’t like it. I don’t remember giving it to you so I won’t feel bad.”

He closes his eyes for a second. “Come on, we’re getting late.”

#the intimacy of someone putting a necklace on you #hiadt #malec

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thewholecrew · 9 months

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@headstrongblake said: ❛ i see you enjoy this. ❜ / nick & kassy

it’s rare that the group would have nowhere to go and with it being the worst, most dreary, cold, dark, miserable month of them all, kassy decided that they go to one of her favourite places to blow off steam, have fun and win cute stuffed prizes; an arcade. but unlike the places she had spent time in when she was younger, she had found an arcade bar, more adult, more fun in her opinion. so, whether they wanted to or not, kassy decided and brought the group to the arcade. she enjoyed gaming though it wasn't something she talked about often, but she also just enjoyed the vibe of it, especially this bar.

everything was very retro and filled with neon lights and old arcade games. what better to play games while drinking too? but there wasn't just arcade games like pac-man, donkey-kong and those old zombie shooters but also air hockey, those basketball hoop games, skee ball, etc. it was nice to indulge this side of her and she opted to the older games, playing two player pac-man with octavia until her hands were sore and she finally died. she laughed, taking a drink of her full one while octavia had died a handful of levels ago and had been drinking while cheering her on since. she stuck her tongue out at nick who passed, taunting her that he would beat her score but she laughed, willing to see him try.

time passed and drinks were downed, she wasn't overly competitive but nick and grant had surprised her. she was watching them now playing a very intense game of air hockey yet all she could pay attention to was how good nick's arms looked when he shot the puck. while octavia and rev were competing over who could shoot the most baskets with alec cheering them on, she let her eyes wander, somewhat begrudgingly from nicks arms, to around the arcade when she remembered something that gave her an idea. perhaps nick deserved a little reward for doing so well today -- it honestly surprised her, he hadn't really seemed like the video game type, but she couldn't really judge that since she was sure many hadn't expected that from her either.

dark eyes narrowed as a devious smirk curled on her lips, rising from her spot watching the boys still battling it out as she walked past them, making sure to trail her hand up along nicks bare arm as she did. she offered him a quick, tempting glance and raised brow before she continued on, not stopping as she headed towards the back hallway that lead to the bathrooms. grant raised a brow as nick seemed to stop immediately, his gaze following her behind him. taking advantage of that grant scored with a smirk before scoffing, giving nick a nod, "go, but this means i win you know," he told him smugly, shaking his head as nick distractedly demanded a rematch later and seemed to follow behind kassy much like grant had many, many times with octavia. he was honestly surprised she hadn't snagged him first.

she waited for him, leaning back against the wall casually though there weren't any prying eyes, and when nick turned the corner she reached for him. her hand fisted in his shirt as she turned him and directed him back against one of the unused party room doors. it was unlocked and as they went through it she tugged down at his shirt, a silent order for him to meet her so she could kiss him before lips crashed hungrily into his, backing him blindly in the dark room. they stopped when he backed against one of the unplugged arcade games, his grunt alerting her as she released his shirt and broke the kiss. hands smoothed along those gorgeous arms as they both took a moment to breathe and she laughed quietly in answer of his questioning gaze.

"what? too public for a reward?" she teased him, nails lightly trailing along the toned muscles of his biceps before they met for another heated kiss, "you deserve one for all the games you won tonight, don't you think? you did so well," she purred her praising between kisses, lips curled in her chesire smirk. as much as she teased him about how hard it seemed for him to keep his hands to himself half the time, she was by far worse when she wanted to be and her hands freely roamed his body, resting first on his hips to pull herself flush against him before they made their way up and around his neck, fingers running up into his hair.

kassy's arms then flexed as his hands slid down her back to lift her by her bum, turning them to settle her atop the arcade cabinet she'd backed him into. her legs spread to either side of him, locking behind his as she urged him closer, hand sliding down to his belt to quickly unbuckle it. "don't get too excited," she teased in a heated breath against his lips as she flicked the button of his jeans open and unzipped his pants. her hand slipped between the fabrics to feel him then, smirking as he groaned in relief, his head falling away to focus his lips on her neck. "hard already?" she taunted him in a husky tone, skin running with pleasurable chills as he kissed and sucked along the sensitive skin of her neck.

she palmed him through the fabric of his briefs as she then leaned in to kiss and nip along his neck. her thumb swirled lightly over the tip of him before her hand slid down to cup him completely and give a slow, gentle squeeze, dark eyes lighting with desire as she heard him moan her name against her skin. "i was going to wait until we got home but you're the patient one, not me," her lips brushed against his ear as she continued to tease him, breath catching when his hips would lift to press himself against her palm. "and if i can't do everything i want to you here, well..." she gently captured his earlobe between her teeth to give a slow tug, listening to his soft panting against her skin as she noticed his hands gripping the arcade game for dear life, "then at least i can give you a taste," she smiled against the skin of his neck, fingers lightly dragging up along the length of him she could feel.

"isn't that right, baby? that seems fair, doesn't it?" she purred before biting that sensitive skin of his neck again, petting though his hair with her other hand. she toyed with him a little longer before finally her hand slipped from his pants, not wanting to ruin their evening if she teased him too much nor wanting their noises to grow to a volume that would get them caught. besides, they were missing long enough now she was sure their friends would wonder. so, despite the quiet (and verging on not so quiet) moans and curses she had pulled from him, she leaned back on one hand now to look up at him with a incredibly pleased smile on her face. i see you enjoy this... he managed between panting and she laughed softly, "immensely," she answered brightly, her own voice a little breathless as her chest rose and fell softly.

"we should get back soon but... i'm ready to go home," she told him as she so very obviously raked her eyes over his deliciously, disheveled state as to the reason why. "then maybe you can not only see but taste just how much i enjoyed this," she winked at him, eating up the look such a suggestion drew from him.

#headstrongblake #verse: all american.#SPICY TAG.#kassy harwell: answered ask.

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tagged by @soleadita im kissing u on the cheek like a mob boss

top 15 tv shows in no particular order !!

911 on abc (found family. whump. angst. absolute batshit insane shenanigans. jennifer love hewitt and angela bassett. ryan guzman getting blood all over him on multiple occasions. what's not to love)

gen:LOCK (season 1 only) (there is no season 2 in ba sing se) (found family and robots and cool animation and cool music and found family and coolest fucking dichotomy between hero and villain and and and)

rwby (the WORLDBUILDING. the WRITING. the CHARACTERS. the WEAPONS. GENUINELY IT GOES SOOO SO SO CRAZY.)

the bear (im not done with it yet and lack of actual real bears ASIDE. this show is so so beautiful and masterfully done. im literally obsessed)

supernatural (UNFORTUNATELY some of the episodes do kinda go hard.)

daredevil (the CINEMATOGRAPHY the DEPRESSED BLOODIED CATHOLIC BOY the INSANE WOMEN the JOHN PAESANO SOUNDTRACK truly this show is unmatched)

zoo netflix. (is it GOOD? no. but it is very fun and involves found family living on a plane solving mysteries and trying to stop the apocalypse so truly. does it even NEED to be good)

agents of shield (again i havent finished it but ouhghgoughhghh......found family.....whump.....literally this show was GAME CHANGING for me. i would not be the whump enjoyer i am today if it weren't for the scene where daisy gets shot point blank and lovingly lowered to the ground by the man who shot her. truly. also huge fan of the asian american female lead who is a complex multifaceted character. love her.)

dc's legends of tomorrow (THEEE goofysilly funtimes show of the century. queer found family superheroes who live on a time traveling spaceship and try to protect the timestream from anomalies. they are very, very bad at their job. a zombie apocalypse breaks out in the middle of the american civil war. a giant fluffy teddy bear named beebo fistfights an ancient time demon. they have to save college student barack obama from gorilla grodd. a unicorn bites one of the character's nipples off. truly the most show ever. perhaps of all time.)

kingdom (netflix) (kdrama) (GENUINELY the best zombie media i have ever seen in my life. barring train to busan maybe. the costume design is gorgeous and the camerawork is gorgeous and the characters are complex and multifaceted and the zombies are fascinating and the entire thing is a commentary on class and poverty. and it's set in medieval korea so they have to fight zombies with SWORDS)

carmen sandiego (fun characters. u learn lots of cool things about lots of cool places. found family. heists. nonexistent romance subplots so it's a HUGE win for the aros. stupid little french detective who wears a banana suit onscreen. et cetera.)

leverage (LITERALLY THE SHOW OF ALL TIME. anti capitalist. found family. heists. the government is a corrupt system that only serves the people in power. christian kane beating people up. multifaceted characters. autistic character that's actually like. presented respectfully. and realistically. alec hardison. insane people.)

avatar the last airbender/legend of korra (they KINDA WENT OFF WITH BENDING.)

arcane (the animation......the tragic sisters.......the music.....)

green lantern the animated series (the animation kinda sucks unfortuantely. however. HOWEVER. it has my boy of all time. with the character arc of all time. and learning how rage and vengeance are harmful to everyone including yourself. and how grief and rage go hand in hand and the only way to heal from it is hope. and and and and and)

leo already tagged the gc so im gonna tag @frigidboy and anyone else who wants to do it :]

#i forget every single url i have ever interacted with as soon as i get tagged in these so im SORRY <////////3 #winter speaks #tag games #watch my shows boy

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silly lymond ranking after the reread 🫶

6. queens' play:

this was my least favourite book in the series when i read it the first time, and unfortunately revisiting it didn't change that... it reinforced it. on reread i realized part of it is that i don't think this book is very exciting? there are some amazing, fun sequences (roof chase ofc), but overall i would say it lacks spark, if that makes sense. i think it's inevitable for me to not be head over heels in love with this novel because, especially compared to book 1, i don't think these new characters are that compelling. i don't really care about phelim; my favourite thing about oonagh is the way she's described (and man, do i not care about the fling she has with lymond...); and even though i think the robin stewart subplot is the best part of QP, i also don't have a lot of feelings about that guy specifically? great storyline, wonderful homoeroticism... still zero attachment to robin stewart.

the first time i read it i also thought there was way too much thady b stuff. i wanted francis crawford! but the second time around i appreciate it more, and i noticed that we actually get a fair amount of rare lymond pov in this book, which is very interesting.

so, this is either my least or second to last favourite dunnett novel. still really, really good!

5. the ringed castle

dorothy. i'm sure you did so much research about russia and russian ambassadors and the english court with mary and elizabeth but. did we have to read so much about all of that? i think dunnett is usually very good at showing the historical events and historical figures in an interesting way, but man. she failed here. especially with the english court and the russian ambassador, i could Not care less!! and another thing about this book that really misses the mark for me is philippa's characterization. i don't understand why she abandons kuzúm so suddenly and without a second thought. i dislike how she's so incredibly gorgeous and smart every man around her falls for her. i really don't like that she starts quoting literature in other languages so we see how very perfect she and lymond are for each other. it doesn't work for me at all.

i'm making it sound as if i hate this book lmao but that's not true!! i actually find lymond's character very compelling here. i'm not bothered by his cold behaviour towards everyone because i get it. i love the st mary's men in RC too. danny is perfect, and adam and alec are incredible here. the diccon chancellor storyline is heartbreaking and as horrible as it is i love its conclusion. and the crawford family drama... it hurts me in the best way possible.

so this novel has some things i very much appreciate, but some parts i'd want to skip in the future (spoiler alert: these mixed feelings will continue with the next entry)

4. checkmate

hoooo boy. okay so. this is (probably, maybe) the most popular book in the series. i know many would consider it dunnett's magnum opus. and i unfortunately disagree completely. not because i think this book is bad. i think in many ways it is exceptionally good. the prose here is unparalleled. in the first 70% of CM the drama is very engaging and keeps you reading and picking up the book again and again... even if, like me, you don't really care for this drama specifically. it's that well-written!! i fucking love all the francis/sybilla drama, as unnecessary as it may seem. i fucking love marthe and jerott's fucked up lavender marriage and their very different but equally complicated feelings for lymond. AND THE WRITING IS SO GOOD i have to say it again.

but this romance? not for me. i really tried on reread, but still couldn't get into it, sadly. i hate the misunderstandings... philippa thinking lymond was in love with güzel, and then with kate, and then that his feelings for her were only sexual. for someone so smart she wasn't thinking clearly at all.

i could forgive that easily, though. i can't forgive what happens to philippa at the end of part 4. just awful plot-point. even i, not a fan of philippa, think that was character assassination. i don't know why dunnett did it... i guess it was a popular thing to do in histfic, or in super dramatic stories in general. but i hate it. i don't like the part at sevigny, either. maybe most of all, i hate the ending, how rushed it was, philippa healing magically, lymond brushing off marthe's death and completely ignoring jerott because he's too busy having sex. wtf

and i would still give this book like, a 4.5/5. this is dunnett magic do not ask me about it i'm not a rational being!!!

okay, those three are the books in the series labeled with "complicated". these next three have all my love (or most of my love (looking at you TDK))

3. the game of kings

this book. THIS BOOK. you know those edits of cats crying surrounded by heart emojis. that's my every time i think or talk about GoK. i love it so, so much. it's not perfect but it's beautiful in all its flawed glory. on reread it was more noticeable that this was dunnett's first novel, simply because she gets so much better. but wow, what a debut novel! it's a little convoluted and heavy-handed, but it has so much charm and heart. at one point, more or less halfway through, it's almost impossible to put down. and, love him or hate him, francis crawford of lymond has has an insane gravitational pull. it's impossible not to want to know what's behind the mask.

in conclusion: game of kings my beloved

2. the disorderly knights

now this book. it's kind of crazy? definitely because this is the start of the gabriel duology, which is undoubtedly my favourite part in this series. TDK feels like a soap opera to me, maybe because of the insane levels of drama, maybe because the characters that get introduced in this book (jerott, gabriel, joleta) are so incredibly beautiful they almost make lymond seen like a normal guy.

and i eat it up! i love the insanity and drama! i think it's all so, so compelling. gabriel is scary in a way that very few villains i've read about are. he really feels almost invincible, despite being an ordinary human being. i love the moments where lymond loses his cool because gabriel is such a relentless antagonist. very painful, very fascinating.

most importantly, JEROTT. jerott blyth is my favourite character in this series and he's so. perfect in this book. like, he's terribly flawed (jerott don't throw that rock. jerott), but god, what a character. by far my favourite pov in the series and no one else comes close.

i have so much praise for this book i could talk about it endlessly but there's one caveat: joleta. dorothy why would you do that. why???? joleta's storyline is so uncomfortable to read. her character is so tragic, but it seems like we're supposed to hate her, and we're supposed to side with lymond when it's revealed that she... was abused by other adult men... ??? i'm so glad adam, alec, and i think jerott? do see her as a victim, and lymond as the one with all the power, but everyone else? idk. just very bad, and one of the moments where the series really feels like it was written in the 60s

but other than that. this book fucking rules

1. pawn in frankincense

i've talked about PiF so much i feel like i don't have any words left to describe it, but even if i hadn't talked about it at all i would still feel like no words can describe how much of a masterpiece this book is to me.

i've mentioned before that jerott is my favourite LC character, and he's arguably the main character in this book. he even mentions the title when talking about himself!! i'm both very surprised and not surprised at all about how unpopular jerott is among the veteran fans of the series. sure, he's very flawed and somewhat unlikable, but he is so compelling, so complex, so well-written, he's become one of my all-time favourite characters.

not only that, there are two other main/major characters in this book that also became all-time favourites: lymond and marthe. the lymond/jerott/marthe is one of the best this i've ever read and this is where it starts. literally dorothy was insane for that one.

from the very first chapter until the last one, PiF doesn't give you time to stop and breath and calm down. maybe my favourite beginning in any dunnett novel. and the fact that pawn's move isn't widely considered one of the best chapters in literary history? unbelievable

is this book perfect? no. is it still the best thing that has been written and will ever be written by a human being? yea :)

#lymond #i was going to do this right after finishing the reread but i forgor💀#me talking about PiF: best favourite best best FAVOURITE

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Chapter 5 (Mini/Bonus): Brujo Atractivo

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Jace had awoken with sputtering coughs and terror, assuring the others he was alright, albeit weakly. Magnus’ eyes stayed on Alec, suspicion hidden in his expression. It appeared one of his theories was confirmed.

Alec looked heartbroken and disappointed, even more so when Magnus whispered, “there’s nothing to be ashamed of, Alec.” He didn’t give Magnus but a second before saying he didn’t know what he was talking about.

“You will.” Turning to Eljah, he softly beckoned him with his pointer finger before exiting to the living room. Before he followed Magnus, he stopped at Alec’s side. Eljah wasn’t good at being comforting, considering he often needed the comfort, but he rested a hand on the taller man’s shoulders. His goal was to physically console Alec, but also release calming energy to him so he might cope easier.

Magnus flung to one of his couches, exhaling densely. “A warlock’s work is never done, is it?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’m not exactly a warlock-for-hire,” whispering the warlock bit. The others were still in the side rooms, Jace and Clary joking around about their “save counts,” so there was really no point in whispering.

“I’d be happy to compensate you for your help tonight.” Magnus leaned forward, directing Eljah to sit on the couch next to him. Eljah obediently sat but stayed stiff.

“I can’t imagine the DuMort is very comfortable. I’d be overjoyed to let you stay here if desired.” Eljah turned his head like a puppy, confused about how Magnus knew of his whereabouts.

“How did you know that?”

“I messaged Raphael as soon as I got back to my lair. Told him I’d met his charming, little friend.”

“Not little.”

“Next to me you are.” Eljah rolled his eyes firmly, well-adjusted to the short-guy-jokes he’d experienced in childhood, but they annoyed him still. It was true. Magnus towered over him much like Alec, both well above six feet.

“I’d love to get to know you better, Eljah, you fascinate me. Stay, have some drinks. I make a mean martini,” he quipped. The offer was charming, and Eljah wanted to know Magnus better as well. But it just didn’t feel right, and he was far too tired.

“I’ll have to take you up on that offer later, I promise. I think Raphael had some stuff for me to do, you know.” Eljah excused.

“Well, when you get bored with the tasks of the den, shoot me a text.” He flicked his hands up, a fire message making Eljah jump as it exploded in front of him. He giggled as he collected it, a phone number sprawled on the paper.

“We’re gonna head out,” Jace interrupted, huddled underneath Clary and Isabelle’s shoulders. Without wasting any time, Alec had packed and prepared, head down, in continued embarrassment. “Are you gonna stay at the Institute, Eljah?”

“No, I have someone I need to check in on. Thank you so much for the offer, though.”

“Anytime. You know where to find us,” Jace smiled genuinely at Eljah. Isabelle added and insisted, “don’t be a stranger. It was nice to meet you. Really.” Eljah giggled and nodded at the gorgeous woman.

“I suppose you’ll need portaling back now. Will I have more shadowhunters at my door for my hand in helping you?”

“No, no. Thank you for trying, Magnus.”

“I would say ‘anytime’, but this was a bit exhausting if we could avoid this in the future.” The room lit up with laughter, aside from Alec, and the shadowhunters walked through the portal. It closed and reopened with a new destination, Magnus offering a hand to lead Eljah over which the man timidly held.

Portaling felt like a roller coaster even after the amount of times he’d traveled within them. He gracefully walked through and allowed the magic to rush him along, envisioning Hotel DuMort.

Raphael never told him anything regarding the den’s business. He knew things went on behind his back, and while it wasn’t his business, he felt the need to protect them. Camille ran the DuMort just fine, but she was selfish and obsessed. Eljah avoided the woman at all costs, convinced she wanted to turn him into a blood bag.

It was early morning now; the vampires were settling down for their day's rest. The DuMort was never overly loud, but it seemed too quiet. He passed by a couple of den members who acknowledged him but made no sound, like they were sheepish.

The population of the hotel thought Eljah was but a misplaced warlock, as none of them could see through his glamor (which worked great until he was around other shadowhunters. Voyance rune and all). Raphael had to do extra work to keep Eljah in the DuMort after his tour of episodes. Camille was less than interested in housing him. So, as insane as she was, he had to respect her and come when called.

The last thing Eljah did before climbing into bed was messaging Raphael and Magnus, respectively. He thanked Magnus for his offer again and then asked Raphael what he was up to. The latter answered immediately, messaging:

(xxx) xxx-xxxx: It was an honor. What’s your favorite drink? I’ll have it ready next time you come over. Which is hopefully soon?”

Eljah: Of course. Let me know when you have time and I’ll see when I can visit. Also, I’ve been on a Sangria kick recently, but anything without rum will do.

(xxx) xxx-xxxx: You are Boricuas, but you don’t like rum?

Eljah: How did you know?

(xxx) xxx-xxxx: Overheard you and the other attractive brunette, apologies for snooping.

Eljah: Haha, it’s alright. Apology accepted.

Eljah felt like a giddy teenager doing an illegal activity (which teenage Eljah canonically did). He didn’t know why he was entertaining Magnus, but it felt good. He was also convinced that Magnus called both Alec and him attractive. Which is why his contact name came to Eljah easily.

Brujo Atractivo: Get some sleep, gorgeous. We’ve all had a night. Thank you again for your help.

Eljah: Goodnight.

Brujo Atractivo: Goodnight.

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First mini chapter! I probably should've merged this with Chapter 4, but I never know how long to make my chapters. Hope the reader is doing well! Much love! - Wren

#shadowhunters #alec lightwood #magnus bane #alec lightwood x reader #magnus bane x reader #malec x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #arkosios #kat is laem oa #male reader

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xjimneycricketx · 3 years

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Felix Volturi: An Alternate Look

Daniel Cudmore could throw me through a wall and I'd say thank you, that is how gorgeous he is. But what if his character, our favorite mysterious & killer heartthrob had another look?

Ladies, I'd like to introduce you to Matteo Martari.

The Volturi as a coven aren't done enough justice by Meyers, and their history and backstories are criminally overlooked. One of those erroneously overshadowed by Shmeyers preferences is my favorite boy, Felix. If you are a fan of the Twilight series you may know some of the lore it's author has given to these characters. But if you don't, or in case you need a rehashing on this intriguing individual, here is a summary of what we do know:

Little is known about Felix's history other than that he was created by Aro and had been within the Volturi guard for many centuries. He was kept within the guard due to his extraordinary battle techniques and superior strength that made him a keen executioner, and therefore frightening to their enemies. While Alec and Jane are their most powerful assets, Felix is most effective in physical combat and executing the guilty party. Though he wears the lighter gray cloak of a lesser member of the guard, he nevertheless maintains a permanent position.

- Twilight Wiki

I'd pay good money to see this weapon of a man play Felix in a spin-off about the Volturi's guard and their individual histories. Not only is Matteo Martari a phenomenal actor, he's also Italian and very sexy. While Daniel Cudmore is an absolute unit, a fresh face to showcase Felix's strategic skills and battle expertise would be quite wonderful.

Plus Matteo could melt your icy hearts with just a glance at you.

@volterran-wine , come get this man that slightly resembles Caius.

#twilight imagine #twilight #twilight saga #felix volturi imagine #felix volturi x reader #twilight fanfiction #imagine #felix volturi headcanon #Felix Volturi #twilight volturi #twilight fluff #twilight headcanon

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wingedshoes · 2 years

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Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice) 🎥🎬📺

hi Nivi ♥️ this sounds fun. I KNOW I WROTE A LOT BUT I WAS DOING SOUL SEARCHING and i hope you read all of it. No two from one piece huh? Alright then:

1. Haley James Scott from One Tree Hill

starting with the ones I kin the most, Haley (until she decided to give up her dream college and didn't get an abortion) is the most relatable character I've ever seen. I feel on the outside of a lot of things in life even though I can charm my way into everywhere, it takes a lot out of me in this way, being what people want you to be. Someone who also loves endlessly and unconditionally. That's what I admire the most in her.

2. Holly Golightly from Breakfast At Tiffany's (the BOOK NOT THE MOVIE)

Audrey's a fashion icon, there's no doubt but I've read the movie summary and they've butchered the soul of the book, its theme, its meaning-

if I were Truman Capote i would simply not write another book in my lifetime. ANYWAY. Holly is a sad, rude, gorgeous and lively spirit. The narrator of the book is unnamed and Holly calls him Fred for Fred, her long lost brother who was the only family she spoke of voluntarily. Holly's society card always says "miss holly Golightly- travelling" which can be interpreted in a myriad of ways, you can find your own once you read the book, Nivi. The narrator is also heavily implied to be queer and the only person who isn't sexually attracted to Holly and THEY RUINED THEIR RELATIONSHIP IN THE MOVIE. Do not get me started. Conclusion: Breakfast at tiffany's is the feminist Catcher in the Rye and also fuck hollywood.

3. Dream of the Endless - The Sandman, Netflix

I don't read comics so I just went into the show blind. And I want this show to eat me. It's so unpredictable and wild. Morpheus is a prideful entity first and foremost. A loyal one but petty beyond anything. I find his personality so very fitting considering he oversees both dreams and nightmares. I almost wrote about the Corinthian (I HAVE DONE MY BEST TO BE WHAT YOU MADE ME) but I don't understand them very well yet whereas Dream feels like my best friend. His fraught relationship with Calliope is so delicate I want to boop it to see if it'll blast.

4. Anne Shirley - Anne of Green Gables, Lucy maud Montgomery

Man, anne is who tween me was before the parental trauma hit. Talks too much, obsessed with my own hair, obsessed with literature, obsessed with violence against boys, romanticizes my name and my life to mean something anything. I could go on and on. But there's this line right before Matthew dies: something about this being the last day her heart would be light and full of pure happiness. Because once you lose someone to death, your heart is never the same.

5. Daenerys Targaryen

My GIRL DESERVES THE THRONE. Okay so i have the 7 book boxed set right? worst decision. ever. i gave up in the middle of second last one and I refuse to pick it up again until GRRM gives a real update on Winds of Winter. not to mention those last two books are unbearable because Dany has no chapters. THE PART WHERE SHE FREES THE SLAVES. I'm fully on board with her villain era but not the rushed way they killed her journey in the show idk tho i haven't seen the show. aaaaaaaaaaa-

6. Alec Lightwood

I read tmi so long ago and I felt this connection to Alec. It's probably the Older Sibling Of A Family Balanced On a Nail energy we have in common, where we just give away pieces of ourselves to keep others happy. It makes me happy to see him happy as an adult. It makes me feel like that could happen for me too.

7. Regina George from Mean Girls

Um, this was Edmund Pevensie five mins ago but you know what, I love Regina too much. Tina Fey's writing>>>>> and Rachel McAdams>>>>> and the way Regina never backs down from threats. Her manipulation is so subtle she doesn't even raise her voice or sound unpleasant until the end of the movie. I think Regina George and Kaz Brekker would learn from each other. Masters of the mind.

8. The Night Circus

Yeah. No characters, just the circus. The feeling of it. I think it's big enough don't you? Its immortality and love shines through even when one of the sisters is gone, when Marco and Celia are gone, they aren't, not really.

9. Mirabel from Starless Sea

There's a major part of who Mirabel actually is which is a huge spoiler, if you've read this book I'll tell you. But basically, I love how kind Mirabel tries to be given who she is.

10. Marinette Dupain Cheng from Miraculous Ladybug

my lady, my bestie, my twin sister. she's so anxious and carrying the weight of Paris with no one to share it with her except her cat partner. I just love this animated kids show and I wish other teens did too so I could talk about it more. My life these days revolves around fanfics of Marinette and Adrien. I debated choosing Adrien or Luka or Kagami because MLB has only relatable, sad teenagers trying to find love and fighting badly dressed super villains.

Hon. Mentions: Cher from Clueless, Aisha from Aisha (the sonam kapoor one) and Astrid from Crazy rich asians

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my someplace is here [AO3]

Five times Alec gay panics at a bus stop (ft. umbrellas, jackets, and a bus driver who really isn't paid enough for this).

rated: T

for @rainyhuman and @peachygos (ily!)

This is so cliché and over the top and I have absolutely no regrets <3. Sometimes (always) Alec is a himbo who is in love and his actions reflect this entirely. I don't control these things.

One.

Alec Lightwood doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but the man across the bus stop is absolutely gorgeous, and he’s twirling in the rain like a goddamn movie cliché, and Alec’s first thought is holy shit, so maybe Alec Lightwood is an idiot, and love at first sight is definitely a Thing.

Alec’s second thought is that the man is an absolute maniac— because really, the dude doesn’t even have a coat on— but Alec’s the one with an insane urge to kiss a stranger in the middle of the street, so, whatever; They’re probably both maniacs.

Alec’s third thought is that he’s about to miss his bus. Shit.

—

Two.

For the record, Alec does not usually walk into bus stop poles while staring at his phone, nor does he usually yell out “Ow, shit — !” if the aforementioned event does happen to occur. He does, however, end up doing both of these things at once a week later, and the stifled laughter behind him informs him that someone at the stop has definitely seen him, and he’s never going to live this down, ever.

“I’ve personally found that walking around an obstacle tends to be much more effective, darling,” the someone says, and Alec supposes that was called for, but hey, rude. He looks up to face the speaker, preparing himself to be offended, and—

Oh.

It’s the beautiful stranger from last time.

The man smirks at him from the bench, drenched again, and God, he’s even prettier up close. Brown eyes, smudged eyeliner, water trickling down his neck, with a tunic open down to his navel and pants that look painted on— Alec’s brain is short-circuiting.

“Hit your head a little hard there? Or do you just see something you like?”

“Huh?” Alec glances up from where he’s been staring at the man’s collarbones.

“I asked if you saw something you liked, pretty boy,” the man repeats.

Alec opens his mouth, presumably to say something that would be considered appropriate and normal in this situation, but he somehow misses his own memo and instead stammers out: “I, uh, I have an umbrella.”

He prays the rain will have mercy and just drown him on the spot.

The man’s brow quirks upwards in amusement. “Excuse me?”

Alec, unfortunately, is still alive, so he must now suffer the embarrassment he’s managed to cause himself and find a way to explain whatever has just come out of his mouth. He ducks his head, trying to avoid eye contact as he speaks. “If you want it,” he elaborates, “I have an umbrella I can give you.”

The stranger just looks at him for a moment. Alec’s sure he’s going to be told to fuck off (which would be a perfectly understandable reaction and probably have been his own in this situation) but after another second, the man defies all of his expectations and grins, so wide that it steals a little of Alec’s breath away.

“Handsome and chivalrous, I see. Do you make a habit of offering your belongings to strangers?” the guy asks. “Besides, I’m sure you’ll need it later. Perhaps you should rescind your offer, I promise I won’t harbor any grudges.”

“I have a coat,” Alec insists, “and you’re. . .” —incredibly attractive, doing things to my brain function— “more in need of its services.”

He’s not really sure why he’s so adamant about this, especially since the man is right: he will be needing the umbrella later, but his pride’s involved now, and he hasn’t really been thinking things through for the past ten minutes anyway. He might as well argue about his dumb umbrella with a beautiful man at a bus stop.

“I suppose you’re right,” comes the man’s response. He taps painted nails against his chin as he hums. “I’m not in much of a position to refuse, now, am I? Though, I doubt I’d refuse any position with you involved,” he winks. “But, yes, if you’re being serious, I shall gladly accept your umbrella.”

Alec blinks. He honestly did not think that argument would’ve worked. (He chooses to ignore the blatant innuendo to preserve his sanity for now.)

“Well?” the man prompts.

“Oh! Yeah, sure.” Really, the whole zoning-out-while-staring-at-the-hot-guy thing is going to become a problem very fast if Alec keeps doing it every two minutes. He gathers his thoughts enough to fumble with the umbrella in his hand and give it to the man, who accepts it with a graceful flourish.

“I’m Magnus Bane, by the way,” the man offers. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.”

“I’m Alec. Lightwood. My name’s Alec Lightwood.”

Magnus holds out a ring-covered hand from where he’s sitting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alec. Short for Alexander, I presume?”

“Yeah,” Alec nods. He reaches out to shake Magnus’s hand, adding, “but no one really calls me that.”

Magnus’s smile turns into something incredibly flirty, and Alec can feel his cheeks heating up. “I like to be special, Alexander,” the other says, “and it suits you far better.”

Alec’s not really sure how to respond to that, because the way Magnus says his name is doing things to him, and that, combined with the fact that he’s still clutching Magnus’s soft hand in his own, is probably going to give him a heart attack. He’s about to say something decidedly stupid about Magnus already being special and perfect and amazing when the bus saves him from humiliation and pulls up next to them.

Alec releases Magnus’s grip to awkwardly gesture at the vehicle. “I should really. . . you know,” he trails off, and Magnus blinks at him for a second, surprised.

“Oh, right! You should get going, places to be and all that.” He waves his hand through the air dismissively. “I’ll return your umbrella to you next week, same time?”

Alec smiles dopily as he nods. “That sounds great.” He takes a step back. “I’ll see you soon, then?”

“Of course.” Magnus gives him a little wave. “It was lovely to meet you, Alexander. Safe travels.”

“Thanks, uh, you too.”

Having to walk home in the rain is so worth it.

—

Three.

Izzy laughs at Alec for the entire week when she finds out why his umbrella’s been missing, then makes it worse by telling Jace, who gives Alec an incredibly long-winded speech about umbrellas as metaphors for protection during sex or something. He also deigns to throw a condom at Alec’s face when he leaves to get the bus, which sends Izzy into another bout of cackling laughter.

They’re both assholes, and Alec is never going to cover for them at family dinners ever again.

So he’s scrolling through his phone at the bus stop, trying his best to ignore the increasingly obscene texts his siblings are sending him, when Magnus shows up, bright and beaming and decidedly dry this time, though he’s still not wearing a jacket despite the cold.

And dear lord. If Alec thought Magnus looked gorgeous while soaked in rainwater, this is something else entirely. Gold-streaked hair, unbuttoned shirt, immaculate matching eyeshadow— fuck.

“Alexander!” Magnus greets. He sits down beside Alec on the bench, and grins as he hands over Alec’s umbrella. “Finally a little dry, hm? Though I might’ve underestimated the cold and left my coat back home.”

“Yeah,” Alec says. “Not that you were wearing one when it was raining.” He’s trying his best not to stare at Magnus’s mouth, but the man is very close to Alec’s face right now, and he cannot be blamed if his gaze slips a few times, okay? He’s only human.

Magnus shrugs, drawing Alec’s sight to his shoulders instead. “Coats are irrelevant, anyway. I haven’t worn mine all week, so I might as well continue the trend,” he remarks, and Alec snorts.

“I don’t think that’s as impressive as you think it is. You sound like a petulant toddler. How have you not had, like, five colds by now?” he says. Magnus feigns a pout in response, and Alec stifles a laugh.

“Such cruelty, Alexander!” Magnus replies, “Ah, I suppose I’ll just have to suffer the elements until I’m finally back home again, since no one seems to harbor any sympathy for me. Woe is me, and all that.” He tightens his hands around his biceps, rubbing up and down to warm himself up while sighing dramatically, and Alec, well,

Alec gets a really stupid idea.

“Do you want my jacket?” he asks. “I won’t be out in the cold for that long, and I’m wearing a much warmer shirt than you are.”

Magnus’s lips part in surprise as something conflicted flashes behind his eyes. “I—” he starts, then clears his throat. “I wasn’t being serious, darling. That’s your jacket.”

“Is that a no?”

There’s a moment of silence before Magnus shakes his head. “No, it’s not. I, uh, I’d love that.”

Alec beams, and Magnus clears his throat again. “You’re horribly trusting of someone you’ve only met twice,” he says, voice a little strangled, but Alec just shrugs as he begins to wrestle the black fabric off of his shoulders.

“It’s just a jacket,” he explains, leaning closer to drape it over Magnus, “Even if I never got it back, at least you wouldn’t freeze to death on your way to wherever you’re headed.” He fixes the lapels dutifully, and smiles to himself. “Besides, you’ve already given me my umbrella. I trust you.”

“Is that so,” Magnus answers weakly, which prompts Alec to look up from his fiddling, and oh wow, their mouths are so close to each other’s.

If Magnus inches in just a little bit closer, then they’d—

They’d—

“Um!” Alec jerks backwards, face flushing, “Yes, uh,” he stammers, trying not to look overwhelmed. It’s not going great, because moving back means that he’s now being treated to the sight of Magnus in Alec’s jacket, and he’s having some issues thinking properly right now. It swallows Magnus’s wrists almost entirely and looks far too plain for his expensive printed shirt, but fuck. It’s possible that Alec didn’t think this through.

Magnus opens his mouth, hopefully to tell Alec to kiss him but also probably to tell him to fuck completely off for whatever move they almost pulled, but the bus suddenly turns the corner and pulls into view, cutting him off.

Alec’s not sure whether he’s relieved or furious about this.

“Next week, then,” he ventures. Magnus blinks at him slowly, then nods.

“Yes, of course,” he smiles softly. “Next week.”

—

Four.

“Remind me again, why your presence is necessary today?” Alec grits through his teeth, tightly gripping his umbrella as the rain pours down on them. Izzy punches his arm, not even looking up from her phone as she does so, where she is no doubt giving Jace a play-by-play of Alec’s every action as they walk towards the bus stop.

“Because I’m never one to miss out on good blackmail content,” she replies, which is true. She’s got about four folder’s worth of content of “embarrassing shit Alec has done” on her phone, most of it consisting of his painful attempts at being straight in high school, and Alec’s pretty sure she’s started a fifth, probably titled “Alec’s horrible attempts at flirting with men,” which isn’t that much better than the straight one. Alec is debating turning around and just walking to his destination so that his sister won’t be able to gain more content for her virtual blackmail folders, which is exactly when Magnus comes into Alec’s field of vision.

Alec freezes in his tracks. Holy shit.

Magnus is standing in the center of the street again, drenched from head to toe with his head thrown back . The streetlights illuminate him from above, highlighting the curve of his neck and the colored streaks in his hair as he laughs to himself, staring up at the stars.

He looks ethereal. Alec’s never been one for the romantics, but he’s pretty sure this is what poets mean when they talk about true love and angels and immortal moments in time.

“Oh, he’s hot,” Izzy whispers approvingly. Alec agrees, because, obviously, but he pretends he’s unaffected and straightens his face.

“He’s probably freezing,” he says instead. Izzy rolls her eyes— she gets that from him, he really should stop doing that— and then, before Alec can stop her, calls out.

“Hey! Hot Umbrella Guy!”

What the fuck.

“Are you insane?” Alec hisses. He was trying to look nonchalant and not like the totally lovestruck idiot he is, but now Izzy is waving at Magnus like a maniac and Magnus has noticed them and is walking towards them and Alec is going to die. He’s going to write Izzy out of his will and then he is going to collapse into a heap of embarrassment and gay panic right here, and it’s going to be his sister’s fault.

“Relax a little, hermano,” Izzy replies, and before Alec can provide her with an alphabetized list for every reason he cannot relax, Magnus is already standing before them, smiling as water trickles from his hair.

God, he’s beautiful.

“Hello, hello!” he greets. Alec suddenly notices that Magnus is wearing Alec’s jacket, which is, well. Something. (Izzy is never going to let him live this down, and also Alec is having a very hard time thinking any thoughts.)

Magnus seems to notice Alec’s wandering line of sight, following it and glancing down, eyes widening. “Oh my god, I was fully intending to return this to you, I’m so sorry. I got a little distracted. I’ll have it cleaned and returned to you next time, I promise,” he explains. Alec shakes his head.

“No worries,” he manages, cutting himself off before he says something even stupider like “it’s yours forever” or “marry me” or something, and Izzy snorts from beside him. Alec hates her.

“Thank you,” Magnus says, then turns to face Izzy, “And what may I call you, dear?”

“I like him,” Izzy declares, in what Alec assumes is meant to be a reassuring whisper but instead ends up being incredibly loud, “I’m Izzy, Alec’s sister. And I assume you’re the elusive Magnus I’ve heard so much about?”

“Izzy,” Alec warns. Magnus smirks and shakes her hand.

“The one and only,” he confirms. There’s a mischievous sort of glint in his eye as he glances back up at Alec, and Alec’s not sure how he feels about Magnus and his sister already getting along so well, but he’s sure it can’t lead anywhere good.

“Well, Isabelle,” Magnus says, “If I asked him, do you think your brother would join me for a dance?”

Alec chokes. “What?” he splutters. Magnus turns his grin to face him.

“If I asked, Alexander, would you join me for a dance?”

“I—” Alec starts, staring down at the hand Magnus has outstretched in front of him. There are so many reasons he should say no, and so many reasons this is a bad idea, but also the most beautiful man Alec has ever seen is holding his hand out for him to take, and what else is he supposed to do? ��Yeah,” he says. “Sure.”

The first thing Alec notices is how soft Magnus’s hand is in his as he pulls him out into the rain, laughing as it hits his face again, and Alec can’t help but laugh along even as water soaks into his shoes and drenches into his socks. There’s something so childish about it; giggling and spinning in an empty street without any music, holding hands like toddlers, and Alec wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You’re thinking too much,” Magnus murmurs, then he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. “It’s about being in the moment.”

Alec smiles. If only he knew, all he’s thinking about is this moment: how the water catches in Magnus’s lashes, how he’s humming something entirely off-key under his breath, the way he presses against Alec’s chest. Fuck. Alec’s known this man for three days, and he’s halfway in love already.

He closes his eyes against the rain, too, and smiles at the thought: loving a man like Magnus Bane.

Yeah, he could get used to that.

—

Five.

When Alec reaches the bus stop today, Magnus is nowhere to be seen and Alec’s jacket is sitting in a bag at the bus stop with a little post it signed with the letter “M.”

It’s fine, Alec tells himself. Magnus is probably just busy with something else, and this has nothing to do with the fact that Alec froze up awkwardly when Magnus kissed him on the cheek last week, to the point where Magnus had to nervously laugh it off because Alec was too busy panicking.

It’s a flimsy argument, but it keeps Alec from losing his mind for about fifteen minutes until the bus pulls up early and Alec realizes that this is it. He’s not going to see Magnus this week— maybe not ever again, if Magnus has decided that Alec’s gay panic is not worth his time, and Alec wouldn’t even blame him.

God, he feels so stupid. If he hadn’t acted like a complete idiot last time, then he would’ve at least had some closure.

“Sir, are you getting on or are you waiting for another bus?”

Alec blinks, glancing up to see the bus driver raising her eyebrow at him. “Right, sorry, give me just a mo—”

“Alec!”

It can’t be.

“Alexander!”

Alec spins on his heel, turning to face whoever called his name, and oh my god, it’s Magnus. He’s running up to the bus stop, waving frantically, and Alec is overcome with such a large wave of relief that he forgets that the bus driver’s been waiting for him for like five minutes now and he climbs off and runs towards Magnus, only vaguely registering the sound of the bus leaving without him. He doesn’t even care; Magnus is standing right in front of him, panting heavily but still so beautiful and perfect, and Alec would walk home everyday if he got to see Magnus because of it.

“Alexander,” Magnus huffs, gathering his breath. He absentmindedly reaches out to grab Alec’s shoulder, and Alec immediately wraps his arms around his waist to stabilize him. “Oh lord, one second, I ran all the way here.”

“I thought you were gone,” Alec says, still holding onto him. “You left the jacket and I thought—” he trails off.

Magnus frowns. “I’m so sorry,” he says. “I thought I’d made you uncomfortable last week and didn’t want to make it worse, but I didn’t realize how rude not showing up would be. I know you probably don’t feel the same way but perhaps we can still be friends? I can be completely professional about it, though you seem to have just missed your bus—”

Alec grabs Magnus’s tunic (because he’s still not wearing a jacket, Jesus Christ) and kisses him.

Magnus blinks at him when they pull away. “Oh,” he says, a little breathless, and Alec smiles.

“I don’t want to be professional about it,” he admits.

“Oh. . .”

Magnus still seems shell-shocked, so Alec makes a move to let go of him, shifting his arm away from Magnus’s waist, but then Magnus leans back in and presses his mouth back to Alec’s and oh, nevermind then.

Alec’s not sure how long they spend there, kissing like handsy teenagers under the roof of the bus stop, but he’s aware of a few cars passing (and possibly another bus), so he’s not ignorant of the fact that it’s definitely been a while when they finally pull away for more than a second. Magnus is staring at his mouth when they part, though, which is not helping Alec’s resolve to actually have a conversation about this.

“We should talk,” he manages, and Magnus nods, still staring at his mouth.

“Right,” he agrees. “That would be a wise course of action.” His eyes flick upwards for just a moment, and something flickers behind them before he beams. “My place is two stops away, if you’d like to talk there. Perhaps we can wait for the next bus together, since we seemed to have missed the one I usually take? It might take a while, though.”

Ah. Alec swallows back a grin of his own. “Of course,” he replies, “I don’t suppose you know any way to keep us busy till then?”

“I’m sure I could think of something.”

(The bus comes late, and they still somehow almost miss it. Alec refuses to take any blame for this.)

—

+ One.

Alec Lightwood didn’t believe in love at first sight, but the man standing at the bus stop is smiling softly at him as he approaches, twirling an umbrella between his hands as he waits, and Alec’s first thought is holy shit, so maybe Alec Lightwood was an idiot, because what else could it have been?

“Hello, stranger,” the man says when Alec finally reaches the stop. He glances down, taking in Alec’s rain-soaked button down and slacks, and grins. “Forget your umbrella back home?”

Alec laughs. “My coat, too,” he agrees. “I got distracted this morning.”

Magnus hums, leaning in to kiss the rain off of Alec’s mouth, and Alec smiles into it, tasting the faint wax of lipstick and the salt of the rain. “Must’ve been a pretty good distraction.”

“Yeah,” Alec says. He leans in again, because he can. They have time. “He is.”

Magnus’s lips have got a lovely little tilt to them by the time they pull away, tint slightly smudged from Alec’s attention, and he’s never looked more beautiful, even with the dingy lighting of the shitty bus stop they’re standing under.

God, Alec loves him. He feels a little stupid with the feeling, and he can’t help but step back out onto the rain, holding out his hand.

“Hey,” he murmurs. Magnus’s eyes light up with understanding. “Care to join me for a dance?” And sure, Alec’s shit at dancing, and sure, they have to get on the bus sopping wet minutes later, but they’re both giggling like idiots and clutching the umbrella together between their intertwined hands and Alec’s got a little ring box in his pocket just waiting for the right moment, so what else matters?

They’ll probably have to invite the bus driver to the wedding, though. It’s only fair.

#my writing #malec #malec fic #magnus bane #alec lightwood #i totally forgot to post this here but its fineeeee #also if ur that anon that @'d me ab the phrase gay panic im literally gay <3 thank u

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