#brotp clalec

[rowinablx]

@atiny-angel @swifteforeverandalways @axelwolf8109 Alec saved Clary and comforted her when she broke down, this is the Clalec I like, Brotp

[alekt]

Every time clary speaks in the show I just hear bibble noises I’m sorry

[arialerendeair]

Flufftober Day 10: Party

SO THIS ONE RAN AWAY WITH ME A BIT, BUT I COULDN’T HELP IT OKAY?

Also I love this concept to death and I hadn’t personally seen it used as a way to “solve” the immortality issue, so it came out really cute and rather adorable.

I’M SORRY FOR THE ANGSTY BEGINNING BUT I PAY IT OFF WITH SO MUCH CUTENESS I HOPE YOU’LL FORGIVE ME.  

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"I don't want a birthday party," Alec said, crossing his arms over his chest.  "We can do dinner, or something, but I don't want a party."  

Magnus frowned and put his hands on his hips.  "Alexander, Isabelle has practically insisted I throw you a party-" 

"Yeah," Alec said, shaking his head.  "Because I refused to ever let her throw one for me.  I get why you want to, Magnus, but I don't want a party."  

Magnus stared at him and looked up at the ceiling and then decided that it was better to get it out on the table rather than let it stay and fester.  "Is this about more than the birthday?"  

Alec tensed, his whole body going taut before he took a deep breath and shook his head.  "No, of course not.  I told you, I'm happy to celebrate with you, I just don't want to...party?"  

Magnus knew when Alec was deflecting, and though he had gotten better at it over the years, he was still unable to hide when something was bothering him.  He stepped in closer and slid his arms over Alec's shoulders.  "Alexander.  Look at me."  

Alec took a deep breath and raised his eyes to Magnus.  The compassion, love, and understanding he saw there made him want to hold onto Magnus and never let him go.  But now they were one more year closer to that happening, and celebrating that felt horrible.  "Magnus, I-" 

"Hey," Magnus said to him softly.  "Listen to me."  

Alec nodded, his breath catching as he bit down on his lip.  

"I know.  I know why you don't want to celebrate.  But if you don't take this time to celebrate with your family, you might not get the chance.  And you'll regret that even more," Magnus whispered, reaching out to comb his fingers through Alec's hair.  "It's not just a celebration of you getting older, Alec.  It's a year of you all getting older.  That is something to celebrate in your lives."  

Alec sucked in a shaky breath, wiping at his eyes.  "I know, I know that, I just can't...I can't forget.  And I hate it, because it's all I think about, and I try, I try not to Magnus, because I don't want to fight, and-"  

"Hey," Magnus whispered, kissing Alec to interrupt the stream of words escaping from his husband.  "We're not fighting, and we're not going to fight.  We're talking about how we're going to celebrate your twenty-eighth birthday, right?"  

Alec sighed and wrapped his arms around Magnus, holding him tight, refusing to let him go, even when the warlock snuggled closer, holding onto him just as tightly.  "Yeah, we are."  

"Besides," Magnus mumbled into his chest.  "This is the first birthday Clary is celebrating since she regained her memories.  She needs this, just as much as you do."  

Alec groaned and pinched Magnus' ass.  "That's playing low.  And dirty."  

Magnus grinned and kissed Alec's jaw.  "I'm not above bribery, you know this Alexander.  That isn't new."  

Alec sighed and pulled back, looking at him, reaching out to cup Magnus' cheek in his palm, tugging him in for a kiss.  "Okay.  A party.  Friends of us, only, okay?  I don't want more than maybe...twenty people?"  

Magnus nodded.  "I can do that.  I promise.  It'll be people you actually enjoy being around."  

Alec relaxed a little and nodded again.  He could do that.  He could.  He yanked Magnus in close again and held him tight.  Another year gone, another year closer to losing his heart and leaving Magnus devastated.  He couldn't think about it too hard, or he wouldn't be able to enjoy the day.  

~!~ 

The actual party was wonderful, and Alec found himself smiling more often than not.  Magnus had done exactly as promised, and while there was clearly a party in full-swing, it was all people that he knew and could relax around.  Unfortunately, that also meant it was a group of people who were entirely able to get on his nerves and Alec rolled his eyes as Izzy and Jace called for shots.  

Alec ducked out of the loft and onto the balcony before they could spy him and demand that he take them as the birthday boy, inhaling the warm air, sinking into one of the comfy wicker chairs.  He rubbed his face and let himself sag, just for a moment, his mind drifting away from the happiness inside the loft.  

"Are you okay, Alec?"  

Alec's head shot up and he stared at Clary on the other side of the balcony.  Fuck, he must be out of it, he didn't even realize Clary was out here when he'd walked out.  "Yeah, yeah, of course.  Just wanted to avoid Jace and Izzy doing shots.  Needed a minute."  

Clary nodded with a smile.  "I did too.  It's a little overwhelming sometimes."  

Alec stood up and walked over to where she was standing, holding her wine glass as she looked out over the city.  "Are you doing all right?"  

"Oh yes," Clary said, laughing.  "Trust me, your sister and Jace ask me that almost hourly.  They're terrified of overwhelming me."  

Alec nodded, reaching out to rest his hand on Clary's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.  "They worry about you.  I do too, I'm just not able to show it as directly as they do since I don't see you as often."  

"I heard," Clary said, her voice proud.  "Inquisitor.  And Magnus is High Warlock of Alicante."  

Alec grinned and nodded.  "Yeah, we're both happy.  Neither of us ever thought we'd be here, but now we are."  

Clary hummed and took a sip of her wine, turning to look out at the view again.  "Can I ask you something, Alec?"  

It had been a few minutes of peaceful, relaxing silence, so Clary's voice, strong and inquisitive, jolted him out of his reverie.  "Yeah?"  

"If you're happy, why do you look like you're going to cry?" 

Alec took a deep breath and wished he'd brought his drink with him.  The simple, direct question hit him harder than it should have.  "I'm a year older," he said, his voice quiet.  

Clary tilted her head.  "I didn't realize that was an occasion for tears, other than happy ones, of course."  

Alec debated trying to explain it to her, trying to explain this to anyone, and, like always, he had no idea where to start.  It didn't matter if he blurted things out in the middle with Magnus, they'd had the conversation, more than once.  "It's just...bittersweet, I guess."  

Clary took a second to digest that before her eyes widened in realization and she looked back into the Loft where Magnus was standing between Jace and Isabelle, clearly about to officiate some sort of shot taking competition.  "Ah."  

Alec smiled at her and nodded, turning away from the sight.  "Wouldn't trade my life for the world.  But I wish I had more than just my life to spend with him."  

Clary turned to Alec, studying him for a long, long moment.  "If we still had the Wish.  And you were selfish enough, Alec.  Is that what you'd use it for?"  

Alec blinked in surprise.  "What?"  

"You heard me," Clary said, keeping her eyes on him.  "I know you're not selfish enough to actually do that.  But if you were.  And you had it.  Is that how you'd use it?  Out of every desire you have in this life, is that the one you would want fulfilled?"  

Alec's mouth dropped open and he slammed it shut a moment later, shaking his head, his eyes clenched shut.  "Clary, that's a ridiculous question, it doesn't matter, and we don't have the Wish, so what is the point-" 

"Humor me," Clary interrupted.  "Just for a minute, Alec.  Is that what you'd ask for?"  

Alec sighed, his shoulders sagging as he leaned on the edge of the balcony.  "Of course it is," he said quietly.  "If I had the chance, any chance at all, to spend forever with him, to have more than just my life with him?  I would do almost anything for it."  

Clary hummed and reached out, patting Alec's arms.  "Well, if Jace and I are proof, sometimes the angels grant extra wishes, Alec.  Sometimes you just need to have enough faith."  

Alec watched her head back inside, her words spinning around in his mind, over and over again.  He took a deep breath and shook his head.  There was no way he'd ever be granted a wish like that, but he could dream and maybe imagine a world in which it could happen? 

He looked up at the night sky and sighed.  Have faith.  Have enough faith in the faceless angels to change his life?  Alec scoffed, shaking his head.  There was one person he had utmost faith in, and that was Magnus.  He’d move mountains on that faith alone, but this wasn’t something that Magnus could grant for him, no matter how extensive his power.  

A shooting star lit the sky for the briefest moment and Alec remembered when he, Izzy and Jace used to wish on them when they were younger in Idris.  Alec closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  “I wish, I wish on a shooting star.  I wish I had forever to spend with Magnus.  His forever.  I wish I could spare him the pain of someday losing me.  I wish I could spend every day of the rest of his life loving him as much as he deserves, because there is no one in this world who deserves it more,” Alec whispered into the air.  

When he opened his eyes again, the shooting star was gone and the night around him was quiet.  He smiled tightly to the air and steeled himself to rejoin the party, grinning wide at the cheer of his name as soon as he walked back in.  

~!~ 

By the time he crawled into bed, Alec was exhausted, and despite his initial reservations, he’d loved the party.  Magnus was wiping off the last of his makeup, a satisfied smile on his face, his black robe hanging loosely on his frame and Alec leaned back against the pillows.  

“Tonight was lovely,” Alec said around a yawn.  “And even better, I get to sleep in with you tomorrow.”  

Magnus smiled at him, giving him a wink.  “I hope you don’t have plans, Alexander, because I’m not letting you out of bed-” he stopped and tilted his head, frowning.  He looked towards the balcony, standing up in a flourish.  

“Magnus?” Alec asked, sitting up in bed.  “What’s wrong?”  

“Something is…” Magnus headed for the bedroom door, opening it.  “Something is, is pinging against my wards.  I’ve never felt anything like this before.”  

Alec scrambled out of bed after his husband, yanking on a pair of sweats, a Seraph dagger in his palm.  “Magnus, wait, hold on, I’m coming too!”  He shouted, sliding on the wooden floor to where Magnus was standing at the entrance to the balcony, his whole body lit by a strange white light.  “Magnus!”  

Alec dashed forward, pushing Magnus out of the way, his eyes on whatever was creating the light source.  A giant ball of sparking light was hovering in the balcony and he froze, staring at it with wide eyes.  “Wh-what��”  

“Ah, there you are!” The ball of sparking light twinkled and then flashed, a young woman standing in its place, her skin glowing the same shade as the ball of light, wearing an iridescent gown, and silver hair loose down her back.  

Alec lowered the dagger, and took a step towards her.  He felt Magnus beside him and they stepped out on the balcony together, tension still in both of their bodies, ready to leap into action at a moment’s notice.  “Who are you?”  

“I’m your Star, of course!  Though I suppose Star Sprite is the technical term these days,” she said with a wave of her hand.  “It’s not every day that we get one of you, so I got permission to come down and deliver personally, and let me tell you, it’s an honor to get to do this!”  

Magnus frowned.  “One of what?” he asked, his voice cautious.  

“A pure of heart wisher!” she gushed, bouncing in place, clapping her hands.  “Especially with such a big wish!”  she gave Alec a tutting noise.  “I had to get this approved by so many higher ups, you’d better appreciate it!  That’s why it took me so long to get here, of course!”  

Alec swallowed, remembering the wish he’d made earlier on a shooting star and looked at Magnus, then back to her.  “You’re...you’re the shooting star, aren’t you?”  

Magnus reached out and took Alexander’s hand, squeezing it hard.  “Alec, what’s going on?”  

“Of course I am, silly!”  She turned to Magnus and smiled, kind and happy.  “He made a wish, a powerful one, on me!  It was the strongest kind of wish, one that was not only for him, but for another, and of course, how he feels about you only made it even stronger!”  She grinned at Alec.  “My superior said he hadn’t seen a wish this strong in centuries!” 

Alec’s mouth went dry and he stared at her.  “You’re...you’re here to grant my wish?”  

“Yes!”  She clapped her hands again.  “We get to grant one wish per fall, and we normally get to pick which one, of course, and we usually favor children, but yours…” she sighed happily.  “Everyone has told me I’ll never hear another like it, and I’m going to remember it for the remainder of eternity.”  

Magnus felt his blood run cold at the mention of a wish and his mind was spinning.  What on earth could Alexander have wished for that had caused all of this?  “I don’t know if it’s a good idea…” he said, giving Alec’s hand another squeeze.  

Her face fell, immediately and she turned to Alec.  “He doesn’t want it?”  

Alec jolted, his eyes darting to Magnus, his eyes wide.  “No, no, I think he does, but he doesn’t know what I wished for and…” he took a deep breath and smiled at her.  “We want it.  I promise we do.  I just...need to tell him what I wished for.”  

“Oh!” Her smile returned in an instant and she waved her hands at the two of them.  “Well, go ahead!  I need you both to grant the wish when you’re done.”  

“Alexander,” Magnus whispered.  “I don’t know this kind of magic, it could be dangerous, and-”  

“Magnus,” Alec interrupted, reaching out to cup his face.  “Listen to me.  I wished for forever.”  

Magnus’ breath caught, his eyes going wide.  “You…” 

Alec nodded, tears gathering in his eyes.  “I wished that I could spare you the pain of someday losing me, Magnus.  That I wanted to spend every day of your life, and mine, loving you as much as you deserve, and more.”  

“Alexander.”  

Alec pressed their foreheads together, pulling Magnus in close.  “Magnus, she’s here to grant my wish.  She’s here to give me that, to give you that.  Please, I…”  

“You don’t want immortality,” Magnus breathed out, staring at Alec.  

“Oh he does,” she corrected, calling from their other side.  “Trust me.  I could feel his longing halfway across the galaxy.  He wants forever with you.”  

Alec gave Magnus a sheepish grin when wide golden eyes turned to him.  “See?”  

Magnus nodded, reaching out to cling to Alec, holding onto him tight, unwilling to hope until he knew that they’d both be safe and have this.  He turned his eyes to the Star.  “How does it work?”  

“I’m going to bind his lifespan to yours!  Since you’re already married and have a bond, it’ll be easy!” she said with a bounce.  She walked towards them and held out her hands.  “Ready?”  

Magnus took a deep breath and nodded, squeezing Alec’s hand again.  “Yes.”  

Alec tugged on Magnus’ hand, staring at him, pulling him back just a fraction until the warlock looked at him.  “You’re sure?”  

Magnus wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the question and tugged Alec into a kiss, fighting against the tears in his eyes.  “Of course I’m sure, Alexander.  I,” he swallowed.  “I never let myself dream of it, because, because it was impossible, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t-” 

“And that’s why we’re granting it!” the Star said, smiling at them both.  

Alec kissed Magnus again, and they turned towards the Star together.  He smiled at her, his heart pounding wildly.  “How do we do this?”  

“Touch my hands,” she ordered, white light gathering around her.  “You’ll feel when it’s done.”  

Alec smiled and they approached her, reaching out to touch her palms, both of them jolting at the sudden rush of power and light.  Just like that, it was gone and she bounced excitedly.  

“And we’re done!” she grinned, reaching out to pat them each on the head.  “Be good boys, and congratulations again!” 

Alec watched the sky flash again and then she was gone and he and Magnus were left standing on the balcony. He did feel different. More...settled. Was this what made the difference? 

Magnus turned to Alec and his eyes caught on the silver line now connecting them both.  He pressed his fingertips to it, reaching out with his magic.  He heard Alec gasp and jolt under the touch, but he kept his focus, feeling it out, but there was no negativity, no malice, only light tying them together.  

He could feel, he could see it now.  The normal slow degradation of Alec’s body had stopped, was frozen in time, powered by the connection between them and Magnus felt tears gathering in his eyes.  It was real.  

“Magnus!” Alec snapped for the third time, worry coloring his voice.  Magnus had reached a hand out halfway between them and then his eyes had gone distant, looking at something far away.  

Magnus blinked slowly, returning his attention to Alec.  “I’m sorry, I was just...” he waved between them.  “I was looking at the magic she did.  It’s...it’s incredible.”  

Alec relaxed, reaching out to pull Magnus into his arms with a happy sigh.  “You worried me.”  

Magnus shook his head, holding onto his husband tightly.  “Did that really happen?”  

“I think...” Alec said, looking up at the sky, unable to keep from grinning.  “That it did.”  It started to sink in, that he’d have forever, that he wasn’t going to have to leave Magnus and he reached out, spinning Magnus around with a laugh.  “Magnus, it worked!”  

Magnus laughed and clung as tight as he could to Alexander, his eyes caught on the silver string between them.  It was real.  It was real.  They had forever together.  Somehow, Alec had managed to defy impossible odds all over again and had given them forever together.  

[28onlythebrave]

we should really talk about how cc robbed us of alec and clary brotp content

[skylar102]

Quick Act Natural!

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“It has to be somewhere, Jace,” Izzy growls in frustration, flipping through another book on the shelf hoping the inside is hollow.

“Well, I’m not seeing them anywhere!” Jace grunts as he bangs his head on the bottom of the desk. He runs a hand through his hair as he sits up and starts going through the drawers. “He changed where he hides them!”

“Are you guys sure this is okay to do?” Clary asks the duo as they rifle through Alec’s office.

“Yes.”

“Absolutely.”

“I just feel like Alec wouldn’t want-”

“What Alec wants and what we need are two different things.”

“That’s harsh even for you, Jace.”

“Well if he hadn’t hidden the keys to the weapons vault, we wouldn’t be here!”

“Did it ever occur to you that he hid it because he knows you two would sneak into his office to  find it?” Clary giggles as the siblings turn their heads her way, looks of shock etching their faces.

“I think she’s right,” Izzy sighs, flopping on the couch. “Alec probably has the keys on him.”

“Nah, Alec wouldn’t carry those everywhere he went,” Jace reasons, trying to pry the drawer open. “He’s on a lunch date with Magnus, so he wouldn’t bring all of the Institute keys with him. Besides, what if Underhill needed access?”

“He probably gave Underhill his own set of keys,” Clary supplies. “Why don’t we go ask him?”

“No!” The siblings shout in unison.

“He would tell Alec we wanted them and then we’ll get in trouble.”

“As if we weren’t already going to get in trouble for stealing his set?”

“Clary you’re not helping the cause by using logic,” Jace states as he tries his stele on a locked drawer on Alec’s desk, cursing when it doesn’t work. “He locked me and Izzy’s weapons in there and we want them back.”

“Jace, he locked your weapons away because you guys got injured on the last patrol that you both weren’t cleared to even go on,” Clary muses, earning a light slap from Izzy and an offending sound from Jace. “Clearly he wanted to teach you guys a lesson.”

“Since when have you two been all buddy with each other?” Jace asks, leaning against the desk, giving up on the locked drawer.

“Since we started getting coffee in the morning together. I showed him this neat cafe down the street and we try to go once a week,” Clary shrugs. At the baffled looks they give her she rolls her eyes. “What? Is it that strange we get along now?”

“Yes,” they say once again in unison.

Clary was about to respond when the door to the office starts to open. She doesn’t even try to hide her laughter as Jace and Izzy rush to the couch, each picking up a random item on the coffee table. 

Alec and Magnus step through the door and immediately pause at the sight before them. Jace is reading a magazine upside down and Izzy is pretending like she was writing in a notebook. Clary still sits on the armrest shaking her head at the two. 

“Clary! Jace! Isabelle!” Magnus greets with a knowing smile on his face. No doubt that Alec told him about Jace and Izzy’s ‘grounding’. “What a lovely surprise to see you here… In Alexander’s office.”

“Magnus, hey!” Jace says trying to sound nonchalant. “We just wanted some peace and quiet from the noise of the ops center and Alec always says we’re welcome here if we want some space. Right, Alec?”

Alec’s not even looking at Jace or Izzy, he’s staring right at Clary, both sporting the same smirk. 

“Guess I owe you a coffee,” Clary laughs, tossing a familiar pair of keys to Alec. Jace and Izzy’s heads whip towards the redheaded shadowhunter. 

“Guess so,” Alec says, twirling the keys in his hands, looking like he got the cream of the crop. “Thank you for holding onto these until I got back.” 

[warmthofrain]

Drunk!Alec:

Clary: Alec, just do as they say!!!

Man: Sir, I'm gonna need you to walk a straight line please-

Alec: and I told YOU, officer, there's nothing straight about me-

Clary: lord help me now is NOT the time ALEC

[half-bakedboy]

Clary gets hit with a spell that allows her to hear people's thoughts. She decides to go to Alec to see what dirty secrets he hides but instead hears his bad thoughts. She makes it her mission to let Alec know he's not as much of a failure he thinks he is. She starts by leaving him notes of encouragement in his office.

An Unlikely AngelRead on AO3

Clary tried to drown out the voices. It was like every single thought was leaving others minds and bouncing around inside her skull. Magnus gave her something to ease the headache and was attempting to find a cure for whatever magical annoyance caused it, but she could still hear everyone’s innermost thoughts. 

Including, but not limited to: the shadowhunters that looked her up and down and vividly described what they would do to her, Jace’s constant internal self complementing, Simon’s rambling thoughts of comic book ideas and why Captain America should have never been able to pick up Mjölnir, and Izzy’s repetitive death threats to the shadowhunters that looked her up and down. 

She snuck into Alec’s office for a little peace and quiet, sitting in one of his chairs and holding her hands over her ears, anything to drown out the noise. She still heard the door click and watched it open. In a panic, she jumped behind the chair and hid, pulling her knees up to her chest and holding her breath. 

I really can’t count on you to make this family proud, can I, Alec?

A warlock? That’s who you choose to, to, whatever two men do together. 

No one will catch us if we sneak out, just this once, Alec. Please, for me?

I will not ask again.

Clary chanced a glance around the chair and saw Alec with his head in his hands, not dissimilar to how she had been sitting moments before. With the luck she was having, she shouldn’t have been surprised that Alec chose that second to glance up, his eyes flaring with anger when he saw her. 

“What are you doing in here?” Alec shouted. Clary stood up quickly and inhaled deeply, ready to make up some excuse. Alec shook his head and walked to the door, opening it and waving his hand. “Just, get out, Clary. Go find trouble somewhere else before it inevitably finds you here,” Alec said dejectedly. Clary nodded and made her way to the door. She couldn’t stop herself from resting a hand on his arm before she left. 

“You’re going to be a great Institute Head some day, Alec. I hope you know that,” Clary said, her voice soft as if afraid to break him. Alec just glared, something Clary was used to and expecting, as she finally walked into the hallway. Before the door shut, she heard one last thought. 

It’ll be a miracle if the Clave ever lets you run an Institute, Alec. 

Alec found the first note hidden in the second drawer of his desk, one he thought he had locked. He stared at it blankly, the white of the paper almost glowing in the darkness of the drawer. 

The Institute is lucky to have you. 

He had to admit that the note made him smile, even though he didn’t quite believe it. After that, he couldn’t begin to guess who was leaving the notes. He tried, he really tried. He spent hours searching for whoever was leaving the small acts of kindness whenever he seemed to need them the most. He thought it might have been Izzy when he read the second one that was hidden under his pillow. It made him blush with every word. 

One day, you won’t be ashamed of who’s in your bed. 

Alec looked forward to the notes from then, a guessing game that kept his mind off of the circling negative thoughts in his brain. He would search around his office, his bedroom, even the bathroom. He found the third in the training room and he thought it had to be Jace. 

Don’t forget to wrap your hands!

But when he didn’t know who to turn to, his parabatai missing, his sister consorting with downworlders, he found another note, this time with a picture attached. It was one of him and Magnus, Magnus leaning against him after he had healed Luke. He thought it was impossible to have been taken, but there it was, as clear as a memory in front of him. 

He’ll drop everything to help you. Don’t be afraid to ask. 

He spent most of his nights up entirely too late, unable to think about the notes, let alone guess who was leaving them. He had too many things on his mind and too many problems to solve. His eyes were sore from reading reports and staring at the screens in the ops center, the headache so prominent that he wasn’t sure the pain would ever go away. When he finally wandered to his room, he found a note attached to a bottle of Aleve. He felt his headache alleviate just at the sight of it. 

A good night’s rest helps. 

He rolled his eyes at it, but took the Aleve just the same. A few days later, when he fell asleep, head in his arms at his desk, he woke up to a sticky note on his forehead. 

I SAID A GOOD NIGHT’S REST HELPS. 

He found himself comforted by the notes. For days, weeks, months. Even in the darkest of times, they were there, a beacon of hope in chicken scratch. They were there even as he sorted through numerous complaints from the Clave. His name was highlighted in red on all of them, blaming him for all of the wrongdoings of an Institute he barely had control of. 

You are good enough. 

It’s not your fault. 

You are doing what’s best. 

Trust your gut. 

If anyone saw him wipe his tears after the reassurances, he would deny it. Adamantly. After a while, the notes seemed to stop. They faded out with every day, but he realized that he didn’t need them any more. He had his family on his team, his parents in his corner. He had Magnus in his bed, at his side, anywhere he needed him. He didn’t need the notes anymore. 

The last one came as he opened the second drawer in his desk, expecting to see the family ring, the one he asked his mother for a few days prior. Instead, he saw the glowing white of the paper and he felt his stomach knot at the sight. 

Magnus is going to be the luckiest man on earth (and in between) with a husband like you.

He felt a sense of finality when he shut the drawer and when he looked up, he saw Clary leaning in the doorway, a soft smile on her face, her arms crossed over her chest. He scrawled out a ‘thank you’ on a scrap piece of paper and walked up to her, placing it in her hand before pressing a kiss to her forehead. They smiled at each other, both of them thankful for what had formed into a friendship over that last few months. But really, Alec felt grateful to have a guardian angel like her. 

[isseya-apologist]

clalec is really the brotp and that's that

[shadowhuntersnonsense]

Clary : Tall people need to remember that not all of us have freakishly long strides, and slow down so we can keep up when we’re walking together.

Alec : Put on roller skates and hold onto my shirt, we don’t have all day.

[moonlight-breeze-44]

For The Love of Family

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Alec officially comes out to his family.

Simon and Clary argued back and forth, a fact that their respective partners found endearing, over what movie would be most 'culturally important' for the Shadowhunters to watch. Alec didn't care, really; he just wanted them to pick something already.

It was easy for Alec to tune out their little squabble and maybe that was why, curled into Magnus's side on their sofa, his thoughts began to turn to himself and who he was rather than the upcoming movie night with his sister, his parabatai, and their significant others.

He began to look around the room, a heavy fondness growing in his chest. Magnus on his right side on the sofa, his arm casually thrown around his husband, a title that Alec was proud to finally call his own. Jace on his other side, shoulder-to-shoulder with his parabatai, limbs sprawled out on Magnus's couch like a starfish, leaving a small space under his arm for Clary to crawl into when she was finished debating the movie with Simon. Izzy at his feet, his hand in her hair, playing with it, as she practically purred in delight. And of course, the two idiots at the front of the room who were now holding their respective movies and clearly about to make a dash for the DVD player. Simon, with his vamp speed, would be the obvious winner, but Alec wasn't sure Clary wouldn't try something underhanded to get her movie in first.

These people, ¾ of whom he hadn't even known a few years ago, were his family, his everything. He loved them, and they loved him, too. For the first time in his life, Alec opened his mouth and said exactly what was on his mind.

"I'm gay."

Simon and Clary paused mid-sentence, turning to him with similar looks of confusion on their faces. Jace and Izzy mirrored their expressions. Magnus arched an eyebrow at his husband.

"Yes, darling, I think we're all aware of that," he said with an amused smile, waving his hand with the Lightwood family ring on it for emphasis.

Alec felt suddenly very stupid for having spoken up. Of course they already knew that. There was no need to confirm it. A blush crept its way up his cheeks. A firm hand on his shoulder caused him to look up from his self-imposed embarrassment.

It was Magnus, his expression soft and questioning. His eyes spoke volumes to Alec, communicating everything he wouldn't say in front of the others: Clearly this is important to you. I didn't mean to make light of it. I'm sorry.

Alec smiled reassuringly at his husband to let him know it was okay, took a deep breath, and continued hesitantly.

"I know," he said, "but I just…" He trailed off, not sure how to put his thoughts into words. Simon, Clary, and Jace waited patiently for him to find his voice; Izzy gave him an encouraging look, and Magnus squeezed his hand supportively.

"It's just...that's the first time I've ever said it out loud."

He watched as, one by one, the expressions of everyone in the room changed to a sympathetic understanding. Clary smiled softly at him and said, "Congratulations." A few years ago, he would have taken her words as sarcastic, and shot out something scathing in return. Now, he knew how she meant them, and he gave her a grateful smile.

"Dude, hell yeah!" Simon stepped forward and held his hand up in front of Alec, clearly waiting for something.

Alec raised his eyebrows. "Is it a mundane thing to do some weird handshake after coming out? Because if that's the case, you can forget about it."

Simon turned to Izzy, distraught. "Shadowhunters don't know what a high-five is?!"

"No?"

Simon groaned in protest. "That's like, a crime against humanity!" He put his hand back down again and strode closer. "Come on, I'll show you."

Alec grumbled a little but watched the other boy slowly put his palm up again, lifting Alec's with him, until their wrists were lined up with each other. "Now you slap my hand," Simon instructed, reaching over to slap Jace's palm, which happened to be open, to demonstrate.

"Hey!" Jace cried out indignantly. Clary stifled laughter from her place at the front of the room.

Alec rolled his eyes, but indulged the vampire and connected their palms with stinging force, smirking when Simon winced.

"What was the point of that?" he questioned.

"The point?" Simon sputtered, incredulous. "It's a high-five. It's celebratory!"

Alec opened his mouth to reply, but Izzy hushed him with a look, smiling fondly at her boyfriend, who gave her a damn near illuminating one back.

When Simon returned to the DVD player to continue his argument with Clary, Izzy reached up and patted Alec's knee, smiling softly at him. "Good for you, big brother," she said. She rocked forward on her knees to press a kiss to Alec's cheek. Alec carded his fingers through her hair, smiling appreciatively down at her. If there was anyone he would always crave the approval of, it was his little sister.

Jace, on his left side on the couch, wrapped his brother in an awkward side-hug. They didn't need words; Jace's happiness for Alec filtered clearly through their parabatai bond.

Magnus didn't say anything, instead opting to squeeze Alec's hand. Alec's attention slowly returned to Simon and Clary, who were now going over the finer points of both Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings, movies that no else in the room, perhaps with the exception of Magnus, had ever seen before.

Later, when they were all settled on or near the sofa watching a movie that had been proposed as a third option by Izzy and Jace, Magnus leaned over and whispered in Alec's ear.

"I'm so proud of you, Alexander."

Alec turned to face his husband, who tilted Alec's chin up to press a soft kiss to his lips. The seasoned Shadowhunter sighed and felt whatever residual tension he might have been feeling leave his mind and body.

This was his family, and as long as they loved and accepted him, that was all that mattered.

[thomaslightwoodenthusiast]

no one asked for it so naturally i’m going to be annoying and do it :)

here are my tsc opinions (some of which are going to be unpopular lol)

please bare in mind i’m not trying to offend anyone, nor am i saying my opinion is the only right one!

tid is kinda boring. well, at least, most of the characters are, except for henry. don’t get me wrong, i love tessa and will and jem and everyone now, but outside of tid.

tda >>>

none of the ships are overrated, they all tend to have their own sort of sub-fandoms where other ships are mentioned less/more often.

tda malec >>>> tmi malec. tmi malec was...interesting in some points.

alec was an asshole half the time in tmi- though he had reasons to, some of his reactions to things were rude as hell. like the way he treated magnus at the start. but tbf it also gives a good point that not all relationships are perfect and lovey dovey at the start, they take work!

magnus being angry with alec for going to such lengths to ignore their relationship and refusing to come out was reasonable, but a little too much. they had been dating for a good few months and alec knew his friends would be okay with it, so there was no reason for him to not be out to them. at the same time though, magnus of all people should know how it feels and how pressurising coming out can be and i feel he could’ve spoken to alec and helped him rather than just going ‘if u don’t come out i’ll break up with u’ lol

simon is extremely overlooked at times; but that doesn’t mean he was perfect. what he did with maia and isabelle was really shitty and he deserved their reaction.

anna is alright, but a bit overrated. the book of names of girls she’s been with was unnecessary and kind of gross.

you don’t have to like grace to like alastair; here’s what i mean. a lot of people are saying ‘well if you like alastair after all he did then why don’t you like grace?’ listen. you can’t control which characters appeal to who. both alastair and grace have done shitty things that they need to apologise for but they also both had reasons they did these things. that doesn’t excuse them of course, but you know what i mean. don’t hate on either of them until they get their redemption arcs- we’re only one book in and we don’t even have a grace POV!

magnus gets so little cred from everyone. no one acknowledges anything he did- creating the portal with henry especially. he runs around after every shadowhunter, exhausts himself, and has barely ever even received a thank you. the only thing i can think of was alec sharing his strength that time but i’m not even sure if that counts because he’s his (well, now) husband.

clalec and jimon are the two most underrated friendships honestly i love them both so much !!

DIANA WRAYBURN RIGHTS. PERIOD. MOST GORGEOUS WOMAN EVER AND SO BADLY UNDERRATED ITS AWFUL

ON THAT SUBJECT: GWYN AND HER!!!!! THEY!!!

thank u for reading xo

[the-noblehouseofblack]

Tripped and fell into Clalec BrOTP feelings, fair warning

[arialerendeair]

CLALEC BROTP PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! It can be them roasting Jace, or eye rolling at stuck up Clave officials. Or Clary goes up to defend Alec first, even before any of his siblings, against a begoted Shadowhunter.

Clary reading the riot act to some bigoted shadowhunters for Alec?  Defending Alec, especially?  SIGN ME UP LETS DO IT! 

~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~

It was irritating enough to book one of the training rooms for sparring with her parabatai and not have that time respected, but even more so when the shadowhunters visiting from another Institute didn’t bother to let her warm up.  Clary gave them a look as she focused on the punching back in front of her, ducking under an imaginary blow before she landed two more punches.  

“Hey there, what’s your name?” One of them called. 

Clary rolled her eyes and scoffed in his direction.  “Busy,” she grunted, landing another hard punch.  

“Come on, come talk to us while we wait for your Institute Head,” Another one called out.  “Not like you’re busy.”  

“I’ll be sparring with my parabatai in a few minutes,” Clary said, giving them all a look.  “And you’re interrupting my warm ups.”  

The tallest man in the group snorted.  “Look at that, little kitty got claws.”  

“This kitty will show you just how sharp her claw are if you don’t cut it out,” Clary said, narrowing her eyes.  

“Oh please,” The tallest man spoke again.  “You’re Clary Fairchild, aren’t you?  You think someone who has been a shadowhunter for a couple of years stands any chance against one of us?  We’ve been training since birth!” 

Clary stood upright and glared at him.  “Well, you know my name, and it would be a pleasure to learn yours....” 

“Bridgestock.  Kyle Bridgestock,” he said, raising his chin.  

Clary hummed and turning away from the punching bag.  “I think I absolutely stand a chance against you.  Training with the best shadowhunters in the world does give you that advantage.”  

“The best?” Bridgestock asked, snorting.  “You think Lightwood and his siblings hold a candle to any of us?” 

Clary laughed.  “I know all three of them could wipe the floor with you in under a minute.”  

“Shows how little you know,” he mocked. 

Clary crossed her arms over her chest and raised an unimpressed eyebrow.  “Maybe you’ve forgotten who they are?  Isabelle Lightwood, my parabatai,” she grinned, watching their eyes widen.  “Absorbed Holy Fire and used it to kill Lilith, nearly at the cost of her own life.  Jace Wayland,” she stressed the name and took another step forward, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder.  “One of the greatest shadowhunters ever to live.” 

Motion behind the men made her glance up as Alec and Izzy joined them in the room, but she wasn’t about to stop now.  

“And Alec Lightwood-Bane, youngest Head of an Institute in centuries, Jace’s parabatai, and a man who didn’t hesitate to walk into a demonic realm to rescue his sister and husband,” Clary finished, smiling at them.  

Bridgestock rolled his eyes.  “Oh yes, precious Alec Lightwood,” 

“Lightwood-Bane,” Clary corrected.  Far too many shadowhunters liked to conveniently forget about Alec’s name change, and she, Jace and Isabelle were on a crusade to make sure it stuck. 

“Lightwood,” Bridgestock continued.  “Who decided to tarnish his family name by marrying a downworlder.  A, ah, ���well-known” downworlder, known more for his parties and partners than any-” 

In an instant, Clary had the Seraph blade at her hip pointed at Bridgestock’s neck.  Her voice and eyes were hard.  “Magnus Lightwood-Bane is the warlock who saved Idris.  He closed the rift and saved everyone in Alicante and beyond.” She took a deep breath and tightened her hand on the sword in her hand.  

“Don’t let me catch you insulting any of them, or you’ll regret it,” Clary promised, her eyes dark as she lowered the sword, turning back towards the punching bag.  

“Alec Lightwood took me in, and despite reservations and me making life very, very difficult for him in the beginning, has helped to support me in a way that almost no one else did,” she continued, looking over her shoulder at Bridgestock and his friends.  ��I owe him my life, and more importantly, he is a friend.  You insult him again?  You answer to me.” 

“And what are you going to do about it, little miss Fairchild?” Bridgestock taunted.  

“Enough,” Alec snapped, striding forward, glad when all five men jumped to attention in an instant.  

Clary had her stele out in an instant, drawing a rune in the air before she launched it at the five men, knocking all of them to their knees, smirking when they opened their mouthes to protest and no sound came out.  

Alec turned to Clary with raised eyebrows.  “New rune?” 

Clary hummed.  “They didn’t have anything nice to say, so I thought they didn’t need to say anything at all.”  She looked to the group of men, now staring at her in fear and winked.  “It’s a variation on the soundless rune, but it silences voices rather than movement.  I’ll draw it for you later.”  

“Sounds good Fray,” Alec said, winking at her.  “Enjoy your training with Isabelle.”  He turned back to the men, crossing his arms over his chest.  “Let’s go.  You are all on ichor duty for the remainder of the month, and when that rune wears off, I expect you to keep your opinions to yourself.  Understood?”  

He waited until he got nods from all of them before leading them out of the training rooms.  

Clary turned to Isabelle, about to make a comment when she found herself being hugged tightly.  

“Thank you,” Izzy whispered.  “And he won’t say it either, at least not right now, but that’s a thank you from Alec, too.”  

“You’re my family,” Clary told her, giving her a tight hug back.  “I’ve got your backs just as much as you have mine.”  

[consulalexander]

Your stunning ass better get to writing that brotp fic cause there’s people waiting to read

DAMN APPARENTLY I GOTTA GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT YOU ALL SPOKE LOUDLY

Also yes, thank you, my ass is stunning

[herestotheunknown]

Countdown to Season 3B - Alec and Clary Season 1, “Moo Shu to Go”

Why do you always look so miserable? I don’t.

[hunterofshadowsandshit]

"I wouldn't say Alec is my friend. I say 'Hi', and he says 'Shut the fuck up'."

-Clary Fray, probably