#lumine & saeth watch shadowhunters

[alexanderlightweight]

The amount of anger that fills me when I rewatch shadowhunters is obscene

… the lack of real characterization and just using people for drama

Not even going into Magnus and Alec’s pre relationship petty drama

Izzy you can’t say ‘you stood by me during my trial and now I’m standing by you’ when you still disagree with him and SENT MAGNUS AN INVITATION TO CRASH THE WEDDING (which yay Malec but JUST BECAUSE I LIKE THE OUTCOME DOESNT MAKE IT LESS MANIPULATIVE, self serving and truly a bitch move’.)

I’m going to stand by you - until I don’t agree with you and then I’ll ignore everything you say because I know better - aka Izzy

Izzy: I’m going to throw you a bachelor party

Alec: I don’t want one

Izzy: oh well I want to throw one for you so yay you’re getting one

You don’t do that to people you care about and you especially

… why is clary so stupid? Why is she so entitled??? Clary… your mom is the one who was stupid

HOW DID THE SHAX DEMON GET THROUGH ALL THAT BS

Clary: oh no your friend died, boo hoo I need to find my mother! Who cares that his corpse is still warm I going to argue over his body about my mommy

It makes no sense that Magnus doesn’t throw them the fuck out when they start bitching over Ragnor’s body

Jace: oh it’s lydia! She’s the traitor! Who cares about politics or maybe the fact that we use a known circle member around classified info but no, the only person it could be is not clary!

Clary: I need to be careful when asking Lydia… clary immediately: Lydia did you give classified info?

[alexanderlightweight]

Jace… thinking you’re in love with your sister is not at all the same thing as struggling with queer feelings

[alexanderlightweight]

I know I'm early for your Wednesday Writing, but I just got this prompt idea and I didn't want to forget it!

Time Travelling Alec who ends up back before Clary arrives. Alec could solve everything before it starts, but his main goal is to woo the fuck out of Magnus. Cue a confused but smitten Magnus who has this handsome Shadowhunter spoiling him for no reason?

here we go! i hope you enjoy it. saeth and i were talking and we both agreed that an alec who went back in time wouldn't be able to stop himself from going straight to magnus

<3 lumine

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Magnus thinks nothing of it when a shadowhunter enters his club, at least until the shadowhunter approaches him. It’s with derision that Magnus means to look at him and send him away, and instead Magnus is fascinated.

His shadowhunter is staring at Magnus with something close to reverence and he looks lost, like something broke him and he thinks Magnus is what will fix him.

It’s with a wave of his hand that Magnus sends away his entourage and he crooks his fingers.  His shadowhunter stumbles to him and then, he keeps coming. Magnus has a lapful of tall, runed muscles that constrict around him like a boa might before he even realizes what’s happening.

“Magnus—” is murmured like a prayer into his neck and his shadowhunter shakes against him, holding Magnus like he’s terrified he’ll be forced away.

“What do you need, angel?” Magnus teases, voice hoarse as he holds his nephilim close and wonders what new trap this is.

“Take me home Magnus?”

It’s a ridiculous request but Magnus does it. He portals them to his bed and wraps around the shadowhunter who falls asleep staring at Magnus, hands tightly holding onto him.

Magnus barely waits until he’s fallen asleep before he slips into his shadowhunter’s dreams. It’s with growing disbelief that he watches a few years play out before it’s lost, in the blink of an eye.

“Oh, is that how it is?” Magnus murmurs, because Alexander’s memories shouldn’t still exist but they’re protected, by a magic that Magnus’ recognizes as a more potent form of his own.

It’s with curiosity that he examines the gift he’s been given. While Alexander interests him, Magnus is honestly more intent on figuring out what the little trails of magic throughout his body are.

They’re not natural and they react to Magnus. It’s without actually considering that it will work, that Magus sends a spark of his own magic into the network of energy.

Immediately Alexander’s body lights up, every bit of him reaching out to Magnus.

It’s with shaking hands that Magnus bends down and presses his lips over Alexander’s heart. He thought his older self to be silly, to care for a nephilim so much but Magnus understands now the devotion under him.

Alexander wakes up slowly, reaching out carefully and gently as he waits for Magnus to accept or deny his touch.

“I gave myself a little boost from your core. No memories, Alexander.” Magnus tells him, unable to not immediately dash any possible hope Alexander might have. The years Alexander had with a version of Magnus he’ll never be are gone and Magnus won’t begrudge him them, but he won’t lie to Alexander about who he is.

“Then you harvested it safely?”

“You knew it was there?” Magnus marvels, because those were shards of hellfire stored in an angelic core and preserved despite the glacial grasp of Alexander’s grace.

“Of course.” Alexander murmurs, “we planned it out for ages, how to connect it to me instead of Edom, just in case. I’m glad you got it, it’s more important than memories could be, Magnus.”

Magnus is surprised but Alec just smiles wanly at him and shakes his head, “you can’t fight Valentine, Lilith or Asmodeus with only memories Magnus. Your safety will always be my priority.” There’s something sad there in his gaze and Magnus snaps his fingers, aching for a distraction and summoning them food.

“We’ll figure this out just fine.” Magnus promises, because even if Alexander weren’t interesting and intriguing, Magnus can feel him now, still connected to the magick Magnus now wields.

There is no way that Magnus will be able to give him up, so now there is only to keep him.

[alexanderlightweight]

Happy writing wednesday! Saeth asked us to prompt a/b/o (i hope i didn't misunderstand your response to writing a/b/o if i did lmk), so alpha/alpha malec where Alec is NOT used to being taken care of and protected but is highkey into it (i think i just prompted "canon but with extra steps")

And med check to anyone reading this! We can all lose track of time scrolling on tumblr, so make sure to take your meds if it's time

haha no you didn't misunderstand! i got a very nice question asking about it and then @saeths chimed in because they like meddling. as in LOVE it when it comes to do with me.

ty for the med check for us and everyone who sees it!

hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

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Magnus stares at Alexander, unable to break the silence as he watches the other alpha carefully clean the blood from Magnus’ couch.

Alexander went to his knees so easily in Magnus’ lair, kneeling down prettily in another alpha’s territory and he doesn’t even seem to notice Magnus’ interest.

“I have magic for that.” Magnus tells him, a gentle reminder as he steps closer, nostrils flaring because he can’t help how intense his want is in that moment.

Alexander looks up at him, rag in hand and face in a wry smirk before he seems to realize their positions.  Instead of bristling, he blushes, swallowing but looking up through his lashes at Magnus.

“You used a lot of energy already.” He murmurs, like he’s fighting for a reason to stay on his knees and Magnus will give him a thousand reasons to do so.

Just not here, like this.

“Help me to my room?” Magnus whispers and while he keeps his tone light and his words soothing, he reaches out and cups Alexander’s jaw, tightening his grip until his shadowhunter nods.

Alexander is almost clumsy as he walks with Magnus down the hall — his fingers grasping but delicate as if afraid to actually touch — and Magnus uses magic to open his bedroom door.

There’s a moment where he thinks he’s going to have to coax him, but then Alexander is stepping inside, swaying as he visibly inhales. It’s clear that Magnus’ scent is intoxicating to him and he whimpers when Magnus chuckles and steps closer.

All of his energy is restored, replenished by the cool intimacy and strength of Alexander submitting to him.

“I— I need to get back to the Institute,” Alexander murmurs but he’s distracted and his eyes are on Magnus’ mouth. It means that Magnus can easily step forward and casually rub his wrists together, making Alexander shudder before he cruelly trips him backwards.

His shadowhunter lands in Magnus’ bed, eyes flaring wide and body writhing for a moment as he inhales deeply. It takes just a moment and a snap of his fingers to get them both naked and it’s with curiosity that Magnus teases magic over Alexander’s bare skin.

Alexander is growling with his eyes half-shut, a deep relaxed rumble that comes from his chest and vibrates through his entire body.  It’s adorable and flattering and Magnus is tempted to pin Alexander down and claim him now.

Instead, he rubs his hands over Alexander’s torso and arms and soothes them with magic as he scents his shadowhunter and rubs his magic into Alexander’s muscles. By the time he’s running his hands down Alexander’s thighs, Alexander is making frantic little noises. The kind young alphas do when they’re hunting and still learning and relying on someone stronger and Magnus laughs as he leans down and presses a harsh, sucking kiss to Alexander’s jugular.

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Magnus growls, just a soft noise and normally Alec would consider such a thing a challenge.  Instead he can’t help the way he relaxes back into the pillows holding him up, or the way that he inhales, trying to drink in more of Magnus’ scent.

“Do you?” Magnus asks him curiously, golden eyes smug and dark and Alec swallows because Magnus is looking at him the way an alpha looks at their mate, not at how they look at competition.

“What?” He asks hoarsely, already having forgotten what he was saying.

“Do you really need to go back to the Institute?” Magnus asks him and Alec holds himself still, pupils wide as he watches Magnus straddle his hips with a smirk. “What if I don’t want you leaving me yet? What if I want you to stay here and let me take care of you?”

Alec can’t help the keen that Magnus’ words pull from his throat, or the fact that he melts further into the sheets when Magnus chuckles and leans down to set his teeth back to Alec’s throat.

Alec isn’t supposed to want things, like this. He’s not supposed to crave softness and being held and he shouldn’t have ever knelt for Magnus or offered him his strength so freely, but he couldn’t help himself.

It should feel like an abomination to have Magnus’ teeth set to his neck, but Alec sobs and pushes his neck up into the grip of another’s alpha’s teeth, wanting it to be permanent.

Alec’s instincts fight as he wants to savage his own mark onto Magnus’ skin but his soul also screams to be marked in return.  It isn’t until Magnus’ teeth scrape harshly down the tendons of his throat that Alec breaks.

It’s with a snarl that Alec twists forward and clamps his teeth into Magnus’ shoulder and digs them in, slicing them through strong, thick muscles and his mouth waters from the taste of Magnus’ blood.

He pulls back desperately, not knowing that his eyes are wild, his voice hoarse with need and mouth and jaw smeared with blood.

“Please Magnus—” he begs, because what else can he do when he wants the points of Magnus’ teeth digging so deeply into him that the scar will be soul deep.  This goes beyond anything he’s ever thought he wanted and he doesn’t understand why it’s considered so wrong when he wants so deeply and it feels so good.

“Sweetheart,” Magnus croons to him and Alec sways towards him because he already loves it when Magnus uses that tone. Alec wants the promise of tenderness that comes with that tone and Magnus covering Alec in his scent and taking care of him so that Alec’s thoughts stop fighting with his instincts.

—

Magnus chuckles as he pets Alexander’s bloody lips and then licks his own blood off his boy’s face.  Alexander groans and goes lax, mouth open as he wordlessly begs Magnus for more.

“If my teeth mark you, there will never be another.” Magnus warns him, because he’s not going to be understanding about it if Alexander changes his mind or even thinks about sniffing around anyone else, alpha, beta or omega. 

His shadowhunter snarls, outrage deep and rumbling as he shakes his head, growling as he pulls Magnus down and closer.

“I know what I want.” Alexander bites out and by the widening of his eyes, it’s a new realization. However, there is no doubt and it’s as if he’s suddenly aware of their positions and what he’s asking for.

Alexander’s eyes flutter and he bares his neck, smirking up at Magnus as he shows off the line of his neck and the dark deflect rune there.  Magnus isn’t sure whether it’s the taunt, the dare that Alexander is creating or the fact that his neck has been claimed by a mark of Raziel, but his instincts surge.

Alexander keens as Magnus bites deep into his neck and as a bond forcibly connects them, Magnus can feel his relief and the way he embraces Magnus’ energy around and in him. 

“Aren’t you a good boy.” Magnus teases him, because he’s had many alphas under him but few have submitted their immense power with the grace that his boy is. “My vicious, fierce shadowhunter—” Magnus teases and then he bends down his head to set his teeth to Alexander’s throat and make a new mark.  Alexander pulls Magnus even closer and growls, refusing to let Magnus go far.

“My pretty kitten, purring for me.” Magnus croons, because he’s sure Alexander has been compared to a variety of feline predators before.  He has the effortless grace of a large feline and the quiet patience of one on the prowl. Using such a tender term for alphas is something of a social faux pau but Alexander softens for the endearment, gentling under Magnus’ touch even as he blinks in surprise.

Truly, Magnus’ precious kitten is a delightful surprise and Magnus leans down to kiss him, mingling the blood of their bond.

Magnus is going to show him just how rewarding submitting can be.

[alexanderlightweight]

Heyooo first lemme just say that your writting is amazing. Even your darkish prompts are kinda fluffy at the end.

I imagined my prompt in a marriage of inconvenience but it kinda goes on any if yours.

Magnus flies into a rage and destroys either the NYI or alicante itself because Clary attacks Alec because of the secret marriage. Alec ismt hurt or anything but because she dared to do it our favourite high warlock shows the shadowworld that you really shouldnt touch what is his.

Thanks in advance and im looking forward to all your writtings so i can curl up in a corner wispering my precious like Gollum

Ah thank you so much! i really appreciate that and yeah, i'll write something super DDDNE and dark and then write the end and saeth will read it and go 'awww thats cute' but... that's also @saeths. who is @alxndrlightwoods and their opinion of cute things can be a little skewed.

so i'm never really sure until i post where my stuff falls tbh

kay so this is totally random but this is actually going in 'all your cracks i'll paint gold' the deruned alec verse. because it just fit best there and also, it's a bit of a plot twist because clary doesn't care enough about the institute or alicante for her to be bothered or affected in season 1 or 2 by it being destroyed.

i hope you've been enjoying them and enjoy this, thank you for this lovely prompt

<3 lumine

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Clarissa Fray is the last person Alec expected to meet on one of the rare occasions he ever leaves Magnus’ loft. The only reason he’s even where he is, is because one of Magnus’ friends is healing an acquaintance of Magnus’. Which means that when asked to go with him, Alec of course said yes.

However, he was not expecting the small redhead that charges into the hospital rune and is seething at him.  If not for the wards and magic on this floor of the hospital, Alec imagines that Fray would have caused an incident.

“You, why are you here?” She yells when she sees him and Alec reminds himself that he can’t just rip the stupid little girl’s heart out, even if she is yelling at him like she isn’t the one whose fault is everything that’s happened to him. “You’re supposed to be dead! Everyone is acting like you are. Your mom threatened me! Izzy hates me and Jace is practically a ghost! This is all your fault Alec!”

“My fault?” Alec scoffs because he’s not touching the rest of her statements and is about to argue when he realizes it’s pointless. He can’t argue with someone caught in a delusion and Clary Fray is caught in a delusion of her own grandeur and self-righteousness. “Forget it, Fray. I didn’t come here for you. You’re not even supposed to be here.” 

“Well, I didn’t come here for you either, but that doesn’t matter. You’re going to help me save my mom, Alec. The warlocks won’t listen to me without Magnus, and I heard all about it while Dot was being healed. You ran to Magnus. You’re the reason why he stopped helping me, why no one can solve the potion.”

“Actually, I stopped helping you because you disgust me, and I have better ways to waste my time.” Magnus says and Alec relaxes, watching him come out of the shadows, the gold of his eyes a deadly promise in the dark.  “In fact, watching pond scum form is a far less a waste of time than listening to you.”

—

Magnus binds her easily and throws her through a portal, following leisurely with his arm around Alexander’s waist, his boy pressing kisses to Magnus’ temple. 

“How does she know I’m with you?” Alexander asks him, worry in his voice and Magnus regrets trusting Dot as much as he and Cat have. Apparently, she’s not nearly as trustworthy as he thought, if she thinks sharing information about her High Warlock’s lover is acceptable.

Because Alec is no longer a shadowhunter and he certainly doesn’t have any ties to the clave, not like Clarissa now does. Yet for some reason, Dot shared something that she only ever heard because Magnus lowered his guard enough to share with Cat while he helped heal her.

It’s such a disregard for Magnus’ privacy as well as Cat’s and also, means that Magnus and she can no longer talk around Dot freely. Which is disappointing on many levels.

“A small mistake on my part, darling.” Magnus assures him, “I’ll handle it. She won’t be able to share it around anymore and if it looks like they’ve tracked us, I’ll simply move us again. The clave won’t be able to take you from me, darling. Not even if they begged or bribed me.”

They’re on a roof by a mundane college, an artistic one and while Magnus could feel pity for all the lives he’s about to ruin, it’s hardly his fault that Clarissa Fray doesn’t consider the consequences of her actions.

“I normally try to avoid mundane losses, even just their structural losses. However, even if you should decide not to be a shadowhunter, Clarissa Fray. Remember that because of your greed, this avenue will always be lost to you.”

With a flick of his power the fire alarm goes off and Clarissa is struggling and yelling against the magic keeping her quiet, eyes wide as the last lingering vestiges of the college flee and, as they all watch, Magnus lights it up. 

Several parts of the building suddenly imploded. Little clouds of smoke and bright bursts of flames, mortar and ash and debris raining down as Clarissa screams and cries.  She’s showing more emotions for the idea that the college brings than when her little friend died or when she’d been supposedly grieving the pain, she caused Alexander and Magnus rolls his eyes.

“How tragic. Who could have predicted that a gas explosion would take down the school you hoped so dearly to join.” Magnus tuts and he pulls Alexander closer, and he sighs in contentment when his boy leans back trustingly. “Perhaps, you should learn to watch where you step, little shadowhunter. Not everyone will be so kind as to light the way and the world of shadows is a very dark one.”

Magnus portals away, leaving her to watch the place burn down and without really any interest in staying.  She’ll either manage to free herself or be found by her blond shadow and Magnus doesn’t care either way, not beyond getting Alexander away.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that, Alexander.” Magnus tells him, when they’re back on their roof and Alexander is sitting on the moss, his knees tucked to his chin as he stares at the pond with waterfowl and koi that Magnus keeps.

Magnus very sneakily magics a little dish of tidbits to Alexander, and he’s given a weary but grateful smile before Alexander throws out the pieces. The koi dart over even faster than the birds, greedily gobbling as much as they can from the surface before following the sinking pieces down. The few birds that there are ignore them, coming straight to the edge, spoiled little creatures that they are.

They come right up to Alexander and snack out of his hand, ignoring Magnus with glaring orange eyes and ruffling their bloodred feathers.

“I can’t believe they all like bones so much.” Alexander murmurs, “it’s a good way of disposing of it though.”

Magnus hums in agreement, because that’s exactly why he has these variants on their roof.

"I loathe her." Alexander finally whispers, "I wanted to rip her heart out. She was talking to me just like she did when she first showed up. Ungrateful, demanding, like nothing in the world matters compared to what she wants. I just wanted to kill her. Make sure she can't cause any more damage to my life, Magnus. I can't I lose anymore."

“It's alright darling, I have you and I’ve taken care of it. Clarissa will be unable to speak of where you are or that she’s seen you. Or that you're with me. Dot has also been taken care of, as apparently, she was under the impression that she enjoyed certain privileges that she does not.”

Which simply meant that she was relying on their precious dalliance to smooth things over and hadn’t expected Magnus to actually be serious about his boy.

A misunderstanding of course, but a grave one on her part. Not, however, an unforgivable one.

As long as she keeps her mouth shut from now on.

[alexanderlightweight]

So I know you just posted disabled Alec and I have no idea if you planned on continuing it but you have me invested. If you can maybe Magnus learning the story of how Alec got hurt and meeting Jace or Izzy. Or how you wrote that in meetings shadowhunter know when to pause so it's the first downwoarld meeting and they don't understand why Alec pauses. Forgive me for my rambling, but you have managed to make Wendsday my favorite day!!

for chronic!pain fics, I have @saeths read over them first so I hope you enjoy this, a glimpse into Magnus learning more about Alec

Also never apologize for rambling, I am made of rambles and that’s how fics happen! It’s also my favorite day!

lumine

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“This should have killed you.” Magnus says one night, he can’t help it, the secret he whispers into Alexander’s hair, his fingers lingering on the scars Alexander still bears.

His lovely boy is lying on top of him, shuddering from pleasure and Magnus is using magic to ease his trembling, hoping that it will help soothe him before his body senses a weakness and attacks.

“It should have killed my siblings.” Is admitted, quietly into the night.

“You have siblings?” Magnus asks, honestly surprised because while he’s never paid much attention to the Lightwood’s in general, he knows he wouldn’t have missed Alexander mentioning them.

“I do.” Alexander says, but his voice trembles and Magnus sends more magic into him, heat infusing his palm as he rubs Alexander’s hips and back. “They are… we don’t talk very much.”

Magnus hums, unwilling to press his boy when Alexander is relaxing, but then Alec sighs, a shaky, warm gust of oxygen tickling Magnus’ chest.

“They were heavily sanctioned during our last mission together and after it, my brother and I were denied the right to be parabatai.”

“The mission must have gone terribly wrong.” Magnus muses and when Alexander tenses, he tightens his hold, gently but firmly. “Tell me it wasn’t—” he manages to say, so softly he’s not sure he’s said it aloud.

“They wouldn’t listen.” Alexander’s voice is harsh, but Magnus can tell that the memory has his heart breaking. “They never listened to me, but I thought they would, with so many Elders watching. I broke myself to save them, Magnus, and even now, I’m still struggling, and they still don’t understand.  They think I should be better now. That I need to forgive and forget but Magnus, I can’t forget. My body won’t let me.”

Magnus doesn’t shush him, just soothes him because Alexander needs to say this, to speak his mind in a way he won’t allow himself to with his subordinates. Magnus, however, is his equal, his lover and is more than willing to share the burdens of Alexander’s heart.

“They don’t deserve you.” Magnus promises him, kissing his brow and then his hair and wishing he could do more than simply sink his magic into Alexander’s body.

There’s no cure, no matter how hard he looked, and it maddens him, having so much power and being able to do so little with it.

Alexander just sighs, snuggling a little closer and settling himself a little more solidly on Magnus and him just shrugs, silent and still as he falls asleep.

[alexanderlightweight]

Hello hope I'm not to early. Love reading your work on both here and on AO3, i's always worth the wait. Don't forget to put yourself first if you feel on the verge of a burnout. As for my prompt, how about one where Alec is the one who gotten the extra gifts instead of Jace and Clary? Like the creating new runes one? Maybe he was the one experimented? Or maybe he some how free Ithuriel (the angel) before Valentine's started drawing blood so Alec was blessed? Sorry for the long rambles.

Anon you were perfectly fine! I'm so glad you're enjoying it and thank you, @saeths is going to help me post them eventually because honestly, i'd have to probably take a week off to get them all over there at this point. Thank you for your lovely concern! I took a two day break from writing last week and am writing when it's most enjoyable (though sometimes I try to post the fills while half asleep and that's always a fun look-through the next morning). I love rambles so never apologize for them, i ramble myself profusely

anon thank you. you have given me a reason to start figuring out this idea! basically, valentine accidentally severs the soul tether between bby!alec and raziel during his experiments and accidentally gives alec to someone else and soul and magical tethers are more specific and important than blood ties.

i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

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Lilith stares at her belly in shock, confusion warring with disbelief as she feels a shallow heartbeat echoing. As if it’s embraced and protected by her own body. For a moment, it’s as if she has a babe nestled within her, growing and sustaining itself because of her.

Then the heartbeat wavers, as if it might fade and Lilith disperses herself into a wraith of shadows and follows it. It’s a nephilim soul, soft and innocent and so very weak and it belongs to her.

Oh, it’s not her womb the babe rests in, her precious son, but Lilith can feel her magic claiming him, her power anointing him as he’s consecrated as her son.

It’s only because of soft, flimsy tether to his soul that Lilith can summon herself to his side, hiding in the shadows as a man monitors an unconscious, pregnant nephilim.

Lilith is patient as she watches, her gaze covetous as she watches and she wants nothing more than to bury her hands into the woman’s stomach and pull free her son. She wants to hold him in her arms like this unworthy being is holding him in her womb.

Except she can’t, because while he is now her son, he still needs the incubation of a healthy womb and Lilith can’t give him that. Even if she could, there is no guarantee that it would be safe for a child once born of Raziel.

So, she waits and watches and learns.

Finds out that a mad, vicious shadowhunter is experimenting and somehow came across one of the many slivers of Lilith’s soul that she hid around this realm before she was banished.

The woman, Maryse doesn’t know what’s been done to her, or that the child she bears is no longer her son but Lilith doesn’t care. She only watches, delighted as Maryse grows larger, as Lilith’s son is nearly ready to be born.

 When it’s time, it takes everything not to simply speed up the process and rip him free, but Lilith is not yet strong enough, nor is the tie to her son powerful enough, to allow her free reign. So, she must leave this worthless nephilim to pretend to be her son’s mother.

However, not all is lost.

Her son is often left to his crib and Lilith spends more time in the shadows than she ever has before. She sings to her babe, coddles him when he cries and uses magic so that she can feed him when he’s hungry.

He’s a perfect child, Lilith's precious Alexander. A babe whose name she whispered in a dream to Maryse, so that she could claim every piece of him possible.

Sweet and strong and so adoring of her, his small face scrunching up and his fingers reaching out to her even when he can’t possibly recognize her for the shadows, she hides in.

It’s not enough.

It will never be enough, but it is something, for now.

[alexanderlightweight]

I don't know your time zone but it's Wednesday here, so hopefully I'm ok! I've really enjoyed reading your fills, they're all so brilliant. I'm nearly finished writing a Malec version of Beauty and the Beast; could you pick any other fairytale, your favourite or an obscure one you wish people knew or whatever criteria you like, and give us your best version please? Thank you, your fics make so many people happy!

you were absolutely fine! this is kind of a reverse tamlin fairytale that saeth and i talked about. because you mentioned obscure and while it's well known, it's not a super popular or mainstream tale that is used a lot.

also tumblr ate your prompt twice and i had it saved and then it gave me back your ask. if you want to share, you can always send over a link to your fic when you're done with it! beauty and the beast is a lovely classic! i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

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Alec runs through the woods, ducking behind a wall of vines and bending through their reaching grasp, ripping himself free with a tear of leather when they thorns grasped too deep.

Fray and Jace thought they were smart, meeting and taunting the seelie queen and Alec is the bait, the distraction. He runs to give them time but there is no time for himself.  If he’d had even a moment to plan, to think, maybe it would have been okay.

However, the seelie queen is cruel and mischievous and she never strikes the same way twice.  Jace prioritized Clary as he always does and once again, Alec finds himself paying the price.

It’s with a shuddering breath he breaks through a veil of shadows and smoke, and he pauses a moment

There are gates in front of him. Trees curving with charred trunks and branches and curling to create a large, looming gate.

Whoever is here, they are no friends to the queen. Alec can tell the difference in the magic, in the way that the knights and scouts hunting him slow down.

They’re more wary and Alec can hear them, on the other side of the veil, deciding whether or not they would risk their queen’s wrath, or whoever Alec’s stumbled over.

It’s enough for him and while it’s a risk, it’s certainly less of a risk than being thrown into a bloody chase by Jace.

So, Alec steps to the gate, bows a little in courtesy and opens it.

There is no one to greet him but the gates close behind him. The seelies have finally followed and while the gate will slow them down, even longer than the veil, Alec needs to be safe before whatever pollen he was hit with takes effect.

There’s another door and a hall with a throne and Alec gets halfway before whatever he was hit with finally hits him harder than he can stand and he crumbles, unable to take another step as he falls.

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Magnus stares down at the nephilim collapsed by his throne. When the wards had summoned him, warning him of an intruder, he hadn’t expected to find nervous and terrified seelie scouts poking around his wards.

He especially hadn’t expected to find a pollen dosed shadowhunter, half-conscious and already caught in a haze.

“You won’t have very long—” Magnus tells him, bending down to run a finger down a flushed cheek. “The more you fight it, the worse it will be.”

Hazel eyes blink up at him and Magnus wonders at just what this nephilim, who was hunted to his door, sees when he looks up. Magnus smiles, teeth a shade too sharp, his golden eyes gleaming with curiosity and the velvet of his antlers angled up like a crown.

“Come now,” Magnus croons, “tell me angel, will you suffer while I watch? Or will you come to me for aid?”

Either way, Magnus will be entertained and while it would be more interesting and fun to fuck the cure into his prey, Magnus is fine watching him struggle through the attacks of pleasure by himself.

There’s a moment where he leaves the nephilim there, goes to his throne and sits and thinks this will be his evening. That he will watch a nephilim shudder and shake and break apart on the floor of his hall and enjoy seeing him scrabble at Magnus’ feet.

Instead, the shadowhunter slowly gets to his feet and stumbles over. There’s a confused, desperate look on his face and he nearly falls into Magnus as soon as he’s close enough.

“You poor thing,” Magnus coos and reaches out for him, hands cupping his face as he gentles his nephilim and brings him to his knees, between Magnus’ thighs. “What’s you’re name, pretty boy?”

“Alexander—” his boy murmurs out, something pinched on his face as he almost frowns and then he shakes it away. “I, wha—”

“Hush.” Magnus says, brushing a finger over his lips and petting the softness there. “It’s a simple enough deal, angel. Pleasure for pleasure and the cure is made.”

A hungry mouth presses kisses to his finger and Magnus chuckles, delighted by how this is going. It’s with ease that he unbuttons his pants and gets his cock out. There are a great many ways to cure this poison, but Magnus knows exactly which one he wants.

And why he wants it.

“Touch me first, sweetheart.” Magnus urges, his hand gentle on Alexander’s face and it’s a sharp contrast from the violent hunger he’s holding back.

Alexander wraps his fingers around Magnus’ cock transfixed. There is an endearing gleam of innocent awe as he tries to find a rhythm. Magnus allows it until he’s hard and soaking Alexander’s hands and more than ready to claim his prize, so he hooks a heel around Alexander’s back and drags him forward.

“Kiss me.” Magnus commands and Alexander’s lips are a soft plushness, a sloppy, wet kiss to the crown of his cock and Alexander moans, as if he already knows he’s found the cure he seeks.

“Drink—” Magnus tells him, and Alexander obeys, tongue eager and mouth hot as he suckles Magnus’ cock.

He’s a delight to behold and to feel and Magnus tangles his fingers deep in Alexander’s hair and fucks into his throat with a slow determination that has his boy whimpering and drooling around him.

When Magnus comes, holding Alexander’s hair and keeping him trapped and close, unable to spill a single drop, it’s with the knowledge that no matter what happens next.

He’s won.

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Alec goes back to the court only to find Jace and Clary gone, Simon as well. It’s with an aggravated sigh that he glares are the queen.

“I evaded your hunters and scouts.” He tells her, not about to share, that he knows exactly what she meant to happen to him. “It is my right, as the winner to leave.”

There is a dark scowl on her tiny, infantile face and it’s disquieting to see such large eyes look so dead and only shine with malice and greed.

“Very well, you have won. This once.” She makes it sound like it was a game Alec wanted, something he joined of his own free will and he grimaces, holding back the threat that itches to break free from his hoarse and swollen throat.

If it weren’t for Magnus, Alec isn’t sure where he’d be or what condition he’d be in and while it was hard to leave him once Alec regained clarity, Alec knows it’s for the best.

“Once you’ve consumed anything of this realm, you cannot leave.” The queen is pale, staring at Alec in something like horror and there is none of her previous delight when he finally showed back up. “What did you eat?”

“I ate nothing.” Alec responds, because he hadn’t. Magnus took care of him, cured him and ruined Alec in ways he still doesn’t understand, but he hadn’t eaten anything.

“You have.” The queen says and she’s shaking, “what did you eat? I cannot break the claim binding you to this realm!”

Alec snarls, ready to explain for the second and final time that he consumed nothing, when a possessive, heavy hand curls around his hip and pulls him into a warmth he’s already been missing.

“Magnus—” he murmurs, surprised and delighted and unable to do anything but sway into him.

“Oh Alexander,” Magnus croons and there’s something dark in his golden eyes. “You didn’t eat of these lands, but you drank deeply to quench your thirst.” His lips brush Alec’s ear in a whispered kiss, “you didn’t think I’d really let you go, did you?”

[alexanderlightweight]

Hello, this is not a prompt but a question about them, would you be willing to write body swap? Like a spell or something gone wrong but nothing angst about it, like Jace and Alec, and make it crack?

unfortunately, the horrific and unnecessary plotline of valentine/magnus body-switching completely put me specifically off of it for shadowhunters and especially when involving malec.

also tbh i don't really write crack right now. it's just not something i've been in the mood for (though i have definitely written crack and crack treated seriously in the past so like, maybe i'll get in the mood again eventually and there is nothing wrong with asking).

but yeah, i even avoid reading most body-swap fics even in different fandoms because i just go incandescent with rage the moment i think about the whole azazel thing that didn't even make sense like THE EN- wait no. i'm taking a breath.

okay, no lumine. do not go into a rant about valentine/magnus swap. poor anon does not deserve to be barraged with that

kay. okay i have reminded myself to be chill about this lol

also before that stupid episode i thought body swap was incredibly interesting btw. especially because like bodyswap is kind of a big part of the Untamed/MDZS sort of? kind of. it will make sense if you've watched/read/consumed that media etc. and i like it in there but... no i almost went on another rant because IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE THAT VaLENTINE WAS JUST "LA_DEE_FUCKING_DA I CAN USE MAGIC PERFECTLY ENOUGH TO EVEN UNLOCK MAGNUS BANES SUPER SECRET VAULT EVEN THOUGH I DNT KNW THE MAGICAL PASSWORD AND I CAN USE HIS SUPER OLD SPELL BOOKS I PRBABLY CANT EVEN READ"

... okay that just slipped out. i'm stopping now.

nonny i am so sorry about this. btw great ask, i just have some feelings about the stupid plotpoint but absolutely nothing wrong with that idea. it's not the tropes fault that the writers were shitty and ruined it for me.

i'm a smidge bitter about it tbh (saeth is laughing at me going 'a smidge? sweetheart, a smidge?)

i hope this makes sense and please know none of my crankiness is directed at you but entirely the sh writers. it's one of my avid 'canon doesn't exist here' because it wasn't even necessary! they could have recealed jace's herondale blood so many other ways and its up there with 'magnus stealing the stele'.

<3 lumine

[alexanderlightweight]

I didn’t live post because I was writing a fic and then posting it to ao3 and that took forever via my phone. But @saeths sibling Say wanted to finally watch shadowhunters and she quite literally turned it off and switched it to a cooking show 2.5 episodes in.

She has prompted me to write a fix-it fic where clary gets hit by a bus. I want it clear she prompted this BEFORE we started the show based on the things she’s seen in the family discord.

Apparently my rants about the poorly designed weapons and terrible fighting choreography is the only thing that made it bearable for the first 2 episodes.

She’s declared that for her own health and blood pressure we can only watch a single episode a night until more sensible people make it to the screen.

Among things that were said were:

Lumine: yeah I know the color is atrocious.it’s hurting your innocent eyes. It looks like someone shat out magical carrot juice (about clary’s hair)

Lumine: I kind of just want him to grab her and slam her head into a wall (about Alec to clary when she’s stomping her foot and throwing a tantrum about simons kidnapping and gaslighting them all especially since she just found out her dad is why jaces dad is dead)

Lumine: look I only started liking her when she got stab-daddy happy (about clary)

Say offered this opinion since I didn’t jot down her hysterical reactions

Say for first episode: can we gag clary?

Say for the second episode: your mom tried to tell you what was going on you stupid twat, shut up! (To clary)

Say for half of the third: isn’t it convenient how nothing is ever Clary’s fault?

Say over all: clearly critical thinking was not taught at her school

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Oh right is anyone curious about live commenting? Because I have opinions about shadowhunters lol I just also adore malec