#lbotwcountdown

[chibi-tsukiko]

COUNTDOWN TO TLBotW

Day 2 : Parenthood

Parenting Blueberry is anything but ordinary 🦇 ☺️

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Somewhere in Shanghai, Alec recieves a text.....

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I can’t believe it took me so long to draw Bat! Max🙈🙈🙈 anyway I hope you like it! @lbotw-countdown-event

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Characters owned by @cassandraclare

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[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Lost Book of the White Countdown Event

There’s only about ten days left for the release of LBOTW, and since we’re all dead inside right now thanks to the year’s events, I thought I’d do something fun to build up the hype!

The rules are simple. Eleven days, eleven prompts. You can make any content related to the given prompt of the day - edits, drawings, fics, headcanons, whatever suits you. And if you participate, it’s not compulsory to make content for every single day - you can skip out on some. Don’t burden yourself. It’s only supposed to be fun.

Now the prompts-

22nd August (10 days to go) - Bromance (There’s a lot of that in lbotw... from Alec and Jace to Clary and Simon... or maybe Shinyun and Ragnor strike up an unlikely bromance? Who knows?)

23rd August (9 days to go) - Parenthood (From Magnus and Alec learning how to be parents, to the others babysitting little Max... after all, it’s not easy to raise a child, especially if it’s a warlock)

24th August (8 days to go) - Whump (When you’re on a dangerous mission, someone’s bound to get hurt. Be it in New York, Shanghai, or even in Hell)

25th August (7 days to go) - Magic (From Magnus learning to use his new altered magic to the gang dealing with baby Max’s shenanigans... there’s a lot of warlocks and demons and a lot of magic going around)

26th August (6 days to go) - Emotions (A mission to hell and back can be emotionally toiling... especially when you’ve already been there, and the past is not going anywhere)

27th August (5 days to go) - Interruption (Is it really a Magnus and Alec story if someone doesn’t get caught in the throes of passion?)

28th August (4 days to go) - Fluff (Everyone needs a break in between their hellish adventures. Let them have a night-in, or maybe go stargazing, or just relax with their significant other)

29th August (3 days to go!) - Homeliness (Just... domestic family feels. Living in a nice apartment in Brooklyn with your fiancé and new baby, who has several doting uncles and aunts and even a grandma can be nice)

30th August (2 days to go!) - Battle (From Clary and Simon learning to fight as Parabatai, to the gang battling several hordes of demons, and maybe even a magical warlock duel, there sure will be a lot of action)

31st August (1 day to go!) - Death (Someone nearly dies. Or maybe someone contemplates the possibility of Death, and what it will mean for them and the future of their loved ones)

1st September (Release day!!) - Free day! (Make whatever you like. And if you somehow manage to grab a copy... post a picture for us to drool over!)

Once again, anyone can participate, and you aren’t obligated to make content for every single day of the event if you do participate. This is only to have fun, and to build up hype for Lost Book of the White.

A few quick rules -

Tag your post with #lbotwcountdown or #lbotwcountdownevent and tag this account ( @lbotw-countdown-event ) so I can reblog your content to that account. Or you can simply dm me the link to your post on this blog or the sideblog.

Keep your content simple. For fic writers, about 1.5k to 2k words is more than enough.

Adhere to the given schedule. You can post a previous’s day’s prompt anytime after the given date, but you can’t post a future prompt before its given date.

Have fun!!

Support the creators. If you like any content, please REBLOG it.

And.. that’s about it.

Tagging some peeps so this doesn’t flop: @tsccreatorsnet @beclynn-herondale @khaleesiofalicante @high-warlock-of-brooklyn @a-very-gay-spider @banesbitch @ghostlivvy @akaaoko @sarcasticmalecfan @chibi-tsukiko @jazzkaurtheglorious @themimsyborogove @themostawesomehuman @theldestcurses @thorndale

[beclynn-herondale]

Bromance - Day

@lbotw-countdown-event @magnus-the-maqnificent @sarcasticmalecfan @khaleesiofalicante @a-very-gay-spider @my-archerboy @chibi-tsukiko @banesbitch @littleturtle95 @jazzkaurtheglorious @magnuslightwood-bane

Ps. Laks this is not as good as I wish it was but I wanted to post something 😓😔

[idontknowwhatyoumean]

lbotw countdown day 6

@lbotw-countdown-event

27 August 2020

Prompt: Interruption

[megs-readstoomuch]

@lbotw-countdown-event

Magic - Magnus Bane has lived a long time. But never has his heart been so alive.

[bimbowithasword]

Countdown to the lost book of the white - 10 days to go

For bromance I chose Simon and Jace because I feel as if their relationship is servely underrated. In the first few books they are both in a love triangle with Clary so they had a rocky start but I love their relationship so much and hope we see more of it in tlbotw especially because we know Simon will be grieving. So it's a perfect opportunity to see the more sensitive side of Jace and for their friendship develop further.

@lbotw-countdown-event

[incorrectdumbnephilim]

it’s the hating spoilers but searching ‘lbotw spoilers’ because i can’t wait 8 days for me✨

[beclynn-herondale]

LALA THIS IS PERFECTION! ABSOLUTE PERFECTION! THE BEAUTY! THIS HILARIOUS! YOY IS SO TALENTED! I AM LOVE THIS!

Also, Alec: I hate it here

😂😂😂😂

Also I related to Jace and feel called out, MY PLANT CHILDREN ARE MY CHILDREN!

🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🤧🤧🤧🤧😇😇😇😇❤🧡💛❤🧡💛❤🧡💛

Go give Lala love and reblogs she is amazing and an absolute Queen 😭😭😭😭😭

(Also I didn't reblog right away cause I exceeded my limit for yesterday but here I am now 🤭🙈)

LBOTW Release Day - Free Space

LBOTW Countdown Event

Heyy! I haven’t posted in a while I know :( I was honestly planning on doing the full LBOTW Countdown Event but.....as you can see, that didn’t exactly go to plan lmao. Anyways here we are! I had this really fun idea playing around in my head that Izzy, Magnus, Clary, and Alec would be ‘The Chanels’ (Alec would be roped into it but OH WELL). Naturally I brought it to life! (In the messages, Izzy is the blue, by the way). I hope you all enjoy it! ❤️

Tagging: @lbotw-countdown-event @magnus-the-maqnificent @chibi-tsukiko @banesbitch @beclynn-herondale @high-warlock-of-brooklyn @a-very-gay-spider @ghostlivvy @shqkespeares @hyllatwicekill @magnuslightwood-bane @truth-lies-hidden @marlsmckinnon47 @celias @mr-hydes @wyvrrn @dil-toh-pagal-hai @girlwhohatesstuff @matthewfaichild @oscar-fairchild @purplebass @an-awkward-nerds-world @katnissgrangermorgernstern @2-queer-2-fear @enigmasandepiphanies @rennsden - these are all the people who’s urls I know and I’m sorry if I’ve missed yours off, it’s just really hard to track all the new urls! Again, as always, let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list! ❤️

[chibi-tsukiko]

Countdown to TLBotW

I’m gunna try to do as many of these as I can up until the day I move (Wednesday/Thursday) 😣

Day 1 : Bromance

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Code Names

“What are you doing?” Clary asks, setting her bag on the table. 

Simon jumps, startled, covering the pad of paper he was writing on. “Nothing,” he lies. 

Clary eyes him. She wants to warn him that if he’s still that easily startled, Jace will have a field day hiding around the Institute trying to scare him. Instead, she glances down at where Simon’s hands lay over the paper. She can barely make out the words, but she can put the pieces together. 

“Code names? You’re making code names? For who?” she asks.

Simon drops his hands away from the paper, defeated. “For us! It was gunna be a surprise. I was gunna pick the best three and then have you choose.”

Clary shakes her head. “Why do we need code names?” she asks, turning towards the weapons rack. 

“We’re Parabatai now. We need to have like cool code names to call each other when we’re on missions.” 

Clary turns to him, scrunching up her nose at the idea, but Simon presses on. 

“I mean we can do last names, I can call you ‘Fray,’ but I’m not a Lewis anymore.”  Clary looks to Simon, watching him, wondering if he’s aware of how his posture is changing.  He sits up straighter, squaring his shoulders, raising his chin, “I’m a Lovelace.”  There’s pride in the way he says it, but she can see sorrow behind his eyes. 

She smiles at him sweetly. “Parabatai don’t have code names, Simon.” 

“I’m sure some do.”

“Jace and Alec don’t.”

“Which is a shame, Magnus and I have come up with some great ones.”

“You’ve talked to Magnus about this?,” she asks, though she’s not entirely shocked that Magnus would take part. 

“Just about nicknames for them. He had a lot for Alec… great ones… some I didn’t get… and others I didn’t want to get.” There’s a slight flush across Simon’s cheeks. 

“And Jace’s?”, Clary asks. 

“Jace’s were… less flattering”

Clary chuckles and begins putting extra weapons and supplies into her bag. 

“Ok so, how about Red?”

“Red?” she echoes without looking at him.

“Yeah, you know… for the hair,” he gestures around his head.

“And what would you be?”, she asks, “Brown?”

“That’s a no,” he frowns, taking a pen to cross ‘Red’ off the list. “How about Brush Stroke?” 

Clary tilts her head to the side, squinting, Simon crosses that one off too. 

“Rune Maker?” 

“Simon,”  Clary starts, watching Izzy walk in from the hallway, Alec and Jace following behind her. 

“Freckles?” 

Clary rolls her eyes, zipping up her backpack. 

“Short-Round?”

She stops looking up at him, “Short-Round?” 

“Yeah you know, from The Temple of Doom? Short-Round and Indiana Jones?” 

Clary glares at him. 

“Has my hard working creative genius found a nickname for his beloved Parabatai?” Izzy asks, leaning down to rest her chin on Simons shoulder. 

“No, not yet,” he sighs. 

“Don’t encourage him,” Clary says and Izzy responds by sticking out her tongue and giving Simons shoulder a squeeze.

“Freckles is cute,” Jace says, pressing a kiss to the top of Clary’s head as he walks over to the weapons rack. 

“I like Short-Round.” Alec adds, following Jace. Clary turns to smack his arm, but he steps out of the way, grinning, before she can land a hit. 

“This is silly. Simon, we don’t need code names, they won’t make us better Parabatai.”

“But that’s what makes great a dynamic duo! This is our chance, I can be the Robin to your Batman! The Han Solo to your Luke Skywalker!” 

Clary looks to Jace for support, but he just shrugs sympathetically and goes back to strapping weapons to his belt while Alec grabs his quiver. 

“Simon,” Clary says stepping towards him grabbing his hands, “you already are. You always have been. You’re my best friend. My Parabatai. We’re bonded, now and forever. For whiter thou goest, I will go” she smiles.

“And where thou lodgest, I will lodge,” Simon finishes giving her hands a squeeze. 

Alec looks to Jace, who gives him a knowing nod, pride shining in his eyes.

“All right, come on you two, we need to get going,” Izzy calls from the doorway. 

“I’ll have Magnus open a portal for us,” Alec says, reaching for his phone. 

“Oh! I got it! Team Rocket!” Simon says cheerfully.

Clary drops his hands, throwing her head back with a groan. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll think of something!” Simon turns towards Izzy just as a portal opens up in the hall. Izzy holds out her hand to him. 

“After you, Lord Montgomery,” she winks. 

Simon beams taking her hand and pressing a kiss to it, “Why thank you my lady,”  he says before stepping through. 

Alec makes a gagging noise behind them.

Jace hands Clary her bag, placing his hand on the small of her back to lead her towards the portal, “Firecracker would be a good one.” 

“Jace” Clary whines and he chuckles, moving in front of her. 

“or Shrimp puff,” Alec mutters nudging shoulders with Jace who attempts to cover up his laugh with a cough.

“What did you say?!” Clary yells and Alec quickly ducks into the portal, dragging Jace with him as their laughter echoes through the vortex. 

Clary huffs before stepping in through the portal after them. 

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[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Lost Book of the White Countdown Event - Magic

A Second Heartbeat

(Read on Ao3)

Alec woke up to the sound of faint crying from the baby monitor.

He got out of bed and stretched, his spine cracking as he bent sideways. On the bed, Magnus was still fast asleep, having stayed up late to take care of Max. A small smile came up on Alec's face and he leaned over, pecking Magnus on the cheek before leaving the room.

After a quick diaper change and a lot of mollycoddling, Alec stepped out into the living room with Max in his arms. He left Max on the playmat and went into the kitchen to prepare Max's formula. As he worked, he could hear Max moving around in the living room, and the occasional clanging sound which indicated that he was throwing his toys around.

Alec prepared a quick coffee for himself and a bottle of formula for Max. Downing his coffee in one go - one advantage of being a Shadowhunter was that burns from hot food were insignificant - and stepped out to feed Max.

Max, Alec noticed, had crawled away from the playmat and was sitting somewhat close to where Alec kept his weapons. His stele had rolled away from the stock, and Alec's eyes widened when he saw Max reaching out to grab the stele.

"Max, no!" Alec yelled, running to stop him. Adamas would burn his skin. He couldn't afford to let his baby get hurt.

Max turned at the sound, his eyes wide as he took in Alec running towards him. He held up a hand, and Alec's mouth fell open when he felt his legs go out under him. There were blue sparks flitting about his body, a few shades lighter than Magnus's, and Alec relaxed when he realised that it was just Max's magic.

"Maxie," Alec said softly, looking into Max's eyes. "Put me down."

Max only stared at him, unable to comprehend his words.

"Put me down," Alec repeated, pointing to the ground. Max's eyes flickered to the ground, and he made a random gesture with his hand.

Unfortunately, it didn't have the intended effect. For a moment, Alec thought that nothing had happened, but then something hit him in the head. He gasped and spun around, and saw that all of Max's toys were now floating in the air as well, flying around the room. Max giggled, and Alec almost groaned at the thought of spending the whole day floating around.

But then he realised that he could move instead of just floating idly. He experimentally waved his arms and legs, testing their motility. He could move well enough, but it was as if gravity didn't work on him. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything nearby to grab on to, so he was stuck floating there for a while.

"Max," Alec said, leaning towards him and holding out the bottle of formula. "Come on, drink."

Max took one look at the bottle and turned his face away.

"Oh, come on, now, don't be like that," Alec protested. "Max, come here."

Max made a faint noise of protest and tried to crawl away. Alec yelped and flailed his arms, just barely managing to grab the sleeve of Max's onesie.

"Gotcha." Alec grinned. He pulled himself closer to Max and picked him up, ignoring his whine of protest.

He somehow managed to pull himself into a sitting position and fed Max the formula, though it was an odd situation. He could feel Max's magic surround him, holding him up. It felt safe, just like Magnus's did.

It wasn't the first time Max utilized his magic, intentionally or otherwise. He and Magnus had found him floating in the nursery several times, fast asleep and completely oblivious to his situation. One time, when he was still in a sleepy daze, Alec found a bat in the cradle and nearly screamed. It took him several minutes and a magical checkup by Magnus for him to realize that the bat was actually Max. 

Right now, Alec focused on staying perfectly still as he held Max in his arms. Max waved his arms about as he drank, making the toys fly around in circles. Max’s eyes were wide and full of wonder as he watched the toy airplanes and dinosaurs fly around, blue sparks trailing them like comet tails. Alec’s heart softened at the sight. He was familiar with magic, to the point where it felt like a second heartbeat sometimes. Any other Shadowhunter might have felt uncomfortable in this situation, but not Alec. 

An hour or so had passed when Alec finally heard the rustling of covers from his and Magnus’s bedroom.

He sighed in relief. Alec had let Max down onto the floor after feeding him, and he crawled around the floor, letting more magic loose. Luckily Alec’s phone was in his pocket, so he managed to bid his time while keeping an eye on Max at the same time, making sure he never ventured towards his weapons. He’d tried to move, but while he could move his body, he couldn’t exactly move sideways or up and down without a leverage, which he had none of. Now that Magnus was awake, he could hopefully set this straight.

Max was on the ground, playing with two plush dinosaurs. He appeared to be making them fight, both the toys sparking with blue magic. The toys slipped out of Max’s grasp, but stayed floating, and Max laughed.

Magnus stepped out, dressed in only a golden silk robe and underwear, and stopped short when he saw the scene in front of him.

“What’s going on?” Magnus asked, his eyes flicking all around the room and then settling on Alec. “And why do you have pink hair?”

“I have what?” Alec asked, reaching up to touch his hair. Of all the things he had expected Magnus to comment on, his hair definitely wasn't it.

For instance, there were the toys zipping around the room, the Chairman sitting on the couch nearby with his fur dyed a violent neon yellow, the random toads hopping around on the floor, not to mention Alec himself floating in the middle of the room in a blurb of blue magic.

Magnus's lips curved up into an amused smile. "Trying out a new look, darling?" 

Alec snorted. "I wish. Do you think you can reverse this?"

Magnus raised his eyebrows and pulled back his sleeves. "Darling, I'm the High Warlock of Brooklyn. I can-"

But Magnus didn't get to finish his sentence. Max had spotted him and flailed his arms, unleashing more magic, and Alec gasped when Magnus vanished, his robes dropping to the floor in a golden heap.

"Magnus?" Alec called out, a stab of worry growing in his chest. Max blinked, confuddled, at the now empty spot and turned his attention back to the fighting plush dinosaurs. Alec stared at the robes, on the verge of panic, when the robes shifted and a tiny black head poked out of them.

It was a cat. A tiny black cat with very familiar eyes that Alec could see with his keen vision.

"Magnus?" Alec asked, his voice very low.

The cat let out a tiny, annoyed meow. Alec let out a bark of surprised laughter, hardly unable to believe it. 

"It's really you?" Alec asked, leaning downwards in his direction. Even in his current situation, Magnus's annoyed face was unmistakable. Him being a cat meant that it would be a while before Alec's feet were on the ground again, but this was worth it.

"Okay, fine, it's you alright. Come here." Alec beckoned with his hand for Magnus to come closer. Magnus stared at him for a moment, then slowly trotted forward with his head lowered. He seemed embarrassed by the whole affair.

Alec laughed and picked him up like he did Max earlier, turning on his back and letting Magnus sit on his chest.

"You're such an adorable cat," Alec cooed, petting his head. Magnus let out a growl, swatting at Alec's hand with his paws. It did nothing to deter Alec's amusement, though.

A shriek of laughter caught Alec's attention, and he looked at Max just as a rain of glitter cascaded down on the room, covering everyone with a fine layer of glitter. Alec looked at Max, who had his hands in the glitter and was tossing it all around, and then at Magnus, whose fur had turned completely glittery.

"At least he's having fun," Alec said as another peal of laughter rang out. Max was on his belly now, flapping his hands against the floor and sending clouds of glitter rising into the air. Magnus made a meowing sound which he took as an agreement.

Alec tilted his head, looking at Magnus, then tried petting him again. This time, Magnus leaned into the touch, purring enthusiastically as Alec rubbed the sensitive skin behind his ears, the way he often did with Chairman Meow. As if sensing this thought, the Chairman meowed loudly from where he was sitting, no doubt protesting this unfair division of attention.

Alec ignored him - Chairman would get his attention later, anyway, and quietly snuck out his phone, snapping a picture of Magnus. Magnus’s ears perked up at the sound of the camera snapping, and he meowed loudly in protest, belaboring Alec's chest with his paws. Not that it hurt, anyway.

Alec laughed - he was having way too much fun with this - but before he could do anything else, the magic gave out and he fell to the ground.

He groaned when he felt something land on top of him, something much heavier than a cat, and opened his eyes to see Magnus now in human form lying on top of him. Magnus propped himself up on his elbows, blinking away the after-effects of the transformation.

"Oh my God, that was so weird," he said. "I'm never teasing Simon for being a rat again."

"I don't know," Alec said, stifling his laughter. "You'd both make a good cat and rat duo."

Magnus groaned, and Alec let his laughter out this time.

"Speaking of which," Magnus said, looking at him seriously. "Delete that picture."

"No," Alec said bluntly.

"Alec-"

"What? You looked cute!"

"It's not fair! I didn't get to take a picture of you with pink hair!"

Alec stuck his tongue out at Magnus. "Your loss."

Magnus muttered something under his breath and surged in, kissing Alec on the mouth. Alec gasped and tilted his face, deepening the kiss, their lips pressed firmly together. He cupped Magnus's face, experimentally brushing his fingers against the soft hair behind Magnus's ear, and was rewarded with Magnus moaning low in his throat. Alec snorted, unable to help it, and Magnus froze. Alec could feel the flat disapproving curve of his mouth against his.

"Sorry," Alec mumbled and broke out into a fit of laughter. Magnus sighed and stood up, leaving Alec to laugh by himself on the ground.

He stopped when he heard the sound of rustling cloth, and looked at Magnus, who appeared to have just pulled on his underwear and was picking up the robe.

Alec's eyes widened. He remembered that Magnus's robe had fallen off when he turned into a cat, which meant…

"Were you naked?" Alec asked. Magnus nodded with a sly smile, pulling his robe on.

"Damnit," Alec muttered.

Magnus stuck his tongue out at Alec. "Your loss. Besides, no swearing in front of-"

He broke off, looking away, and his eyes softened immediately. Alec followed his gaze and saw Max lying on his belly, clearly asleep.

"He must've exhausted himself with all the magic," Magnus muttered. 

"Yeah, I suppose he did."

All of the magical effects had faded away - Alec's hair and Chairman's fur was back to their original color, all the toys were on the ground, but the glitter and toads he had summoned still remained.

Alec got to his feet and picked Max up, taking him away to put him back in his cradle.

Later, Alec asked Magnus over breakfast, "Did you ever go all magic on the house when you were a baby?"

Magnus shrugged, taking a bite out of his sandwich. "Might have. It makes more sense that my magic showed up unintentionally like this. I mean, if I was an Indonesian woman in the 1600's and walked in on my son floating around the ceiling with strange cat eyes…"

Magnus shrugged, letting the gesture complete his sentence for him. Alec sighed and reached out, ruffling Magnus's hair. 

"I don't know about all that, but you do make a cute cat."

Magnus let out an annoyed grunt, and Alec couldn't help but laugh again. He leaned in, kissing Magnus on his cheek.

"Will you let me keep the picture if I let you turn my hair pink? Only inside the house, though. Jace’s teasing will never stop if he sees me like that."

"Well, why settle for pink when there's a lot of colors available?" Magnus said gleefully, waving his fingers and letting blue sparks flicker about.

Any other Shadowhunter might have been wary of those sparks, but Alec wasn't. Magic was familiar to him, almost like a second heartbeat.

But no matter how much magic was around him, this special magic that he and Magnus shared, their love, was the most precious of all.

[beclynn-herondale]

@littleturtle95 this is so frickin precious 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

It's beautiful!!

@lbotw-countdown-event

Day #7

Fluff 💙

I’m blue

“It’s a lazy Sunday morning when Alec gets woken up by silence. Every Sunday his very loud very messy kids climb up on his and Magnus’ bed to spend the last part of the morning in bed with their parents, all the four of them.

Not today.

Today is 10AM, Magnus is still sleeping, and the kids are nowhere to be seen.”

(Link on the title)

[beclynn-herondale]

TLBOTW Countdown Event: Day 4 - Magic

Tags - @lbotw-countdown-event

@magnus-the-maqnificent @my-archerboy @chibi-tsukiko @sarcasticmalecfan @khaleesiofalicante @littleturtle95 @high-warlock-of-brooklyn @a-very-gay-spider

[idontknowwhatyoumean]

lbotw countdown day 2 @lbotw-countdown-event 23 August 2020 Prompt: Parenthood Late for this as well but I tried :) (and it’s my first time doing such a thing so I don’t know how it’ll turn out)

[megs-readstoomuch]

@lbotw-countdown-event

4 Days to go!

Fluff -

Clary makes scrapbooks of happy moments. Her friends find this mundane hobby amusing, but they still let her take photos of them at random moments and buy her gift cards to the craft store for supplies.

The secret is, Clary knows that every single one of them has looked at the pictures and memories at one point or the other, unbeknownst to all the others. They sneak to her room when she is alone, get the scrapbooks out, and look at the happy times and remember. She smiles and doesn’t tell any of the others about each one.

So she keeps doing it, for everyone as much as herself. She wants this to be the place they can always come to just be happy.

@beclynn-herondale @tyisthebestshadowhunter @khaleesiofalicante @totalbookworm101

[bimbowithasword]

Countdown to the lost book of the white 7 days to go - Magic

I tried to make a magic moodboard but it turned out with witchy vibes.

@lbotw-countdown-event

[chibi-tsukiko]

Countdown to TLBotW

Day 4: Magic 

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A Magic Four Letter Word

Magnus wakes with a start. He waits for his eyes to adjust to the darkness before sitting up. He takes a few deep breaths to relax himself and moves the strands of hair sticking to his forehead out of his eyes.  He checks his phone, 1:04 am. New Message. He clicks it open.

Alexander 12:30 am: The next time Jace asks me to come with him on a scouting mission, you can answer him. Hopefully, the boys didn’t give you too much trouble with bedtime. 😕I’ll see you in a couple hours. ♥️

Magnus, huffs. Oh, our Bluebell certainly did, he thinks. He had to read Max ten bedtime stories and promise him chocolate chip pancakes in the morning just to get him to into bed. It took nearly four lullabies before Max had finally fallen asleep. Rafe had gone to bed without bargaining. I hope Max’s behavior doesn’t rub off on him, Magnus thinks. He puts his phone back on the nightstand and sighs. 

He gets up from the bed and grabs his silk robe he had laid across the chair in the corner. He snaps his fingers, summoning a cup of tea, and heads out towards the sitting area. He stops short in the hallway when he notices a large shadow on the couch.

“Rafael?”

Rafe peaks his head out from the blanket, the moonlight from the balcony doors catching the ends of his chestnut curls.

“What are you doing out here?” Magnus asks, kneeling down in front of Rafe, who fidgets with the blanket he’s cocooned in. Rafe’s curls cling to his forehead and around his ears, and there’s a ring of sweat around the collar of his shirt. Magnus places the back of his hand against Rafe’s forehead.

“Are you feeling sick?”, he asks.

Rafe shakes his head.

Magnus’ anxiety wains slightly. He pushes some wet strands away from Rafe’s face.

“Bad dream?,” he asks softly.

Rafe grips the blanket, pulling it tighter around his shoulders, “d-demonios”, he whispers, his voice shaking.

Magnus sees the tears swell up in Rafes’ eyes and his heart breaks. His own nightmare forgotten, he places his hand on Rafe’s knee giving a small squeeze, “Would you like to sleep with me tonight?”

Rafe looks up, eyes glistening in the moonlight. Slowly, he nods his head and Magnus smiles.

He stands and holds out his arms, “Come along then” he says.

Rafe immediately unwraps himself from his blanket cocoon and stands on the sofa so he can put his arms around Magnus’s neck. Magnus grabs the blanket with his free hand and carries Rafe back to the bedroom, glad for the company and the distraction.

Once in the bedroom Magnus deposits Rafe onto the bed, “Here we are. You can sleep on Daddy’s side,” Magnus winks and summons a small nightlight in the corner of the room, filling it with a rich orange hue.

He drapes his robe back over the chair, turns to get back in the bed, and stops. Rafe sits near the middle of the bed, his shoulders trembling as his hands fiddle with the blanket he had been wrapped in.

Magnus gets into bed, waiting for Rafe to crawl in closer to him as Max usually does, but Rafe doesn’t move.

Magnus frowns. Rafe has only been with them for a few weeks now, and though he’s adjusting well to everything, Magnus can still see the walls he’s built up.

“You’re just like me,”, he says quietly.

Rafe looks up at him in confusion.

Magnus smiles, “Whenever I have a bad dream, I usually go out to the couch too. I like to be as far away from the bad dream as possible.” Especially when Alec isn’t around to ease his mind.

Rafe stares.

“In fact,”, Magnus continues, covering Rafes’ legs with the blanket, “I had one tonight and headed that way when I saw you.”

Rafes’ eyes go wide, he turns his body towards Magnus, scooting closer, “el demonios?” He asks in a whisper.

Magnus hums, reaching out to tussle Rafes hair, “Yes, dreadful things aren’t they?”

Rafe nods.

“Why did you go out to the couch?” Magnus asks, curious, but also hoping the conversation will help Rafe feel more relaxed.

Rafe looks up at the window behind Magnus, “la luna” he says, pouting when he notices that he can’t see it.

“I see”, Magnus says. “I have an idea,” he sits back against the pillows and runs his hands together, muttering softly to himself. Slowly, a mist forms around his hands. Cloudy ribbons of blues and purples weave in between his fingers and cascade through the crevasses of his knuckles. As he pulls his hands apart the magic concentrates between his palms, creating a vortex of colors, all swirling together.

Rafe stares captivated his eyes twinkling, mouth agape.

“Ready?” Magnus asks.

Rafe nods vigorously.

Magnus tosses his hands up and the vortex explodes, stretching across the ceiling, turning the bland white roof into a galaxy.

Rafe gasps, staring up at the night sky Magnus created, awestruck.

“We’re just missing one thing,” Magnus says, he leans over and reaches behind Rafe’s ear, when he pulls back he holds a light in between his index finger and thumb, he flicks them up towards the ceiling and a moon appears among the stars.

Rafe beams, giggling as he grabs his ear and points up at the moon before looking back at Magnus.

Magnus grins, feeling his heart swell. There was a time in his life when he had feared his magic and the things it was capable of because of who he was.   There’s a part of him that’s still fearful, but in moments like these, where he can use his magic to heal and bring joy. He’s reminded that he is the one who  decides who he is.

Rafe continues to stare at the floating moon above them in awe. Magnus watches contently until out of the corner of his eye he sees the door to the bedroom creak open.

“Bapa?” Max calls, before pushing the door fully open. “Bapa?,” he calls out again, stepping into the room, rubbing his eye, his blue octopus stuffed animal dragging behind him.

“What is it, my little Bluehorn?”

“Daddy home?”

“No, not yet.”

It’s then that Max realizes Rafe is in the bed. He points at him, “sleepover?”

Magnus looks at Rafe, “Sort of”, he says looking back at Max, “Rafe had a bad dream,” Magnus barely finishes before Max springs into action.

He gasps, running forward, climbing up onto the bed. He crawls in between Magnus and Rafe and thrusts his toy into Rafe’s arms.

“Here Occi protect! Bapa put spell make scary dreams go way!”, he beams looking at Magnus.

Magus rubs the top of Max’s head, “That’s very kind of you, Bluebell.”

Max giggles, patting Rafe on the back. Rafe tucks the plushie into his lap and looks back up to the ceiling. Max follows his gaze, his mouth opening wide in amazement.

“WOOOOOW! PWETTY!,” he exclaims.

Rafe points up at the moon and to his ear, speaking rapidly in Spanish.

Max turns to Magnus, who chuckles.

“He’s saying how he had the moon hiding behind his ear,” Magnus translates.

Max turns to Rafe, bouncing up and down, “Oh! Magic! Rafey magic!!” Max claps throwing his arms around Rafe pulling him into a hug.

Rafe grabs onto Max to steady himself, “Rafe”, he corrects Max with a frown, but Magnus can see the sides of his mouth twitch.

Max giggles, grabbing one of Rafe’s hands, “More! More! More!”

Magnus shakes his head, “Not tonight, it’s late, and well past everyone’s bedtime.”

“Awww,” Max pouts, letting go of Rafe’s hand.

Rafe tenses again, pulling the octopus into his chest, “Me puedo quedar?”

Magnus blinks, “of course you can stay, I said so before”, he watches as Rafes shoulders relax.

“Bapa, I stay too? Protect Rafe?” Max asks.

Magnus smiles, and looks to Rafe, “What do you think?”

Rafe thinks for a moment, and reaches out, grabbing Max’s hand, giving it a small squeeze before nodding his head.

Max grins ear to ear, throwing his arms around Rafe again.

“Then it’s settled,” Magnus says, “let’s get you both tucked in and off to sleep. Before you know it Daddy will be home and—“

“PANCAKES!” Max interrupts, moving to lie beside Rafe.

“Yes, yes, and then all the chocolate chip pancakes you can eat my ravenous Blueberry,” Magnus chuckles, leaning over Rafe to tickle Max’s stomach.

He tucks both boys in, and lays back against the pillows, watching as the spell he cast starts to disappear.

Suddenly, he feels a hand on his arm; he looks down, Rafe reaches out tentatively before he pulls his hand back.

Magnus shifts slightly so he can put his arm around Rafe and pulls him in so that his head can rest on Magnus’ chest. Max notices the shift and moves to wrap his arms around Rafes middle and presses himself against Rafes back. They are small enough that Magnus’ arm can wrap around both of them comfortably.

“Night Night Rafey, Night Bapa,” Max yawns.

“Good night Blueberry,” Magnus says, rubbing Max’s shoulder with his hand.

“Rafe,” Rafael corrects again, and Magnus hears Max pat Rafes stomach in response.

Magnus chuckles quietly to himself, closing his eyes, ready for sleep to take him. He blinks himself awake when he feels Rafe grip his shirt and his body tense. Magnus moves his other hand and rubs it up and down Rafe’s shoulder.

“Shhhhh, it’s all right,” he whispers, “you’re safe.”

He lets his magic seep out of his fingers, something he’s done for Alec and Max before to help calm them down.

He feels Rafe relax his grip and snuggle in close.

“There you go,” Magnus says continuing to rub up and down his shoulder, “it’s all right. Shhhhh”

Rafe moves his arm to hug Magnus’ waist, “Gracias... Papa,” he mumbles.

Magnus hand stutters from his ministrations, his magic sparking slightly in shock. He looks back up at the spell above him, the vortex nearly invisible, only the translucent moon remaining. He’s an all power warlock. He can summon demons, create galaxies in a bedroom, and has lived for centuries. Yet to Magnus, a simple four letter word, was more than all the magic in the world. He squeezes his eyes shut, willing the tears back in and presses a kiss to the top of Rafe’s head.

“Buenas noches, mi hijo.”

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