#magnus is secretive

[inkognito97]

If today was your last day

Part 1: Jakarta

„So… could you please tell me again, why exactly we are here?“ Alexander Gideon Lightwood was usually not somebody, who quickly felt uneasy. But right now… he was.

He was barely able to follow his husband, who appeared to be frantically searching for something.  Alec wasn’t sure what this was about. In fact, he had believed that his partner and he could finally – after days of work, cleaning up the chaos in New York and duties as head of the institute or in Magnus case, being the High Warlock of Brooklyn – spend some quality time together. He had imagined them cooking something together, eating on the balcony of Magnus’ loft and afterwards some cuddling on the couch while watching one of the many movies that Magnus just seemed to adore. And of course, he had imagined them kissing. A lot.

But sadly, his imagination was just that, imagined. The reality was quite different.

As soon as the raven-haired Shadowhunter hat entered the apartment, his husband had been all over him, sadly not in the preferred way. Alec could feel his cheeks redden after this particular thought.

No, the warlock had spoken about something he needed a lot of help with, magical help, he had added and clarified, as Alec had offered him his. So no big deal, Magnus just needed the aid of another warlock, or so Alec thought. But yet again, he was corrected by fate or perhaps the angels themselves.

Apparently it wasn’t enough to ask any particular warlock for his assistance and apparently neither Lorenzo’s nor Cat’s magic was enough for the high warlock. He was searching for something else, or rather, someone else, which was probably the reason, why they were now here, at the other side of the globe. Not that the raven-haired man minded travelling with his beloved warlock, but he most certainly preferred, other places, which were less... dirty. Not to mention all the stacks and piles of junk and trash that were literally scattered everywhere. There was barely enough ground uncovered to set foot onto.

“We are here,” Magnus began slowly, his eyes scanning their surroundings, while his reddish magic warped around his fingers, most likely guiding him and showing him the way, “because I am looking for someone important.”

Alec grimaced. This was not a nice place to be. They where... well, he wasn’t quite sure, where exactly they were. What he knew was, that the people who lived here, were very, very poor. A lot of them obviously lived on the streets. Those people, who were more fortunate, lived in barracks, if they could even be called that. Some of the dwellings were barely standing up. There was also no space between them. One dwelling was built next to the other and more often than not, the single room was cramped with people. Not to mention that the people had a railroad right in front of their doors or entrances. A train could drive by every minute and the Shadowhunter was sure, if the people didn’t move their belongings fast enough, a lot of things would be lost and squished. It was terrible.

“And who might that be?” he asked for clarification, even though it was mostly to get his mind off of the misery that surrounded them. He felt for the people, he truly did and he wished that they could do something... but helping was beyond his abilities.

Alec had always thought that the slums and ghettos in New York were bad, but they paled in contrast to what the people had to go through here. All the dirt, the sick and hungry looking humans, who were barely more than skin and bones... It broke his heart, especially since he knew that glamour and richness would not be far away from this part of the town.

“Everything in good time, Alexander,” Magnus was as cryptic as ever. It was one of the only things that made the Shadowhunter crazy, but not in a good way.

“Well, then could you at least be a little bit more specific about our whereabouts?”

Magnus sighed and his shoulders slumped. He let his hands sink a little bit, before he finally turned around to his companion. “We are in the northern parts of Jakarta, in one of the poorer and dirtier places, if you need to know. I grew up somewhere around here.”

“Oh”, was all that came to the man’s mind. He knew that Magnus’ origin had been Indonesia, but to actually see the town, or rather, the province where he was born... that was something entirely different. Even though it was most likely, that things had looked and been quite different all those centuries ago.

A slightly pained expression appeared on the warlock’s features. Alec instantly wanted to reach out and caress the handsome face he so adored. He hated seeing his husband in so much pain. All he wanted was, to soothe it away and make it better.

“Magnus”, the raven-haired Shadowhunter finally did reach out and placed his palm against the warm skin of his beloved. It was almost unnoticeable, but considering the amount of time they now lived together... Alec noticed it, the slight quiver of thin lips and the fleeting expression of dread in dark eyes he learned to love. “I am here.”

“I know,” there was the slightest sign of a smile on the warlock’s lips. “Without you... I wouldn’t be here now.”

“Magnus,” he always wondered how easy it was for his lover, to render him speechless.

“Let’s keep going, okay?” Magnus moved his head just enough to press a soft and loving kiss on the calloused hand against his skin. Alec war truly a steady and strong presence on which he could rely. It helped with the nervousness, as well as the uneasiness he was feeling. This trip... could end in a very, very bad way. But it was a risk, he simply had to take. His, but more importantly, Alec’s life was in danger. This was something that he simply couldn’t ignore.

“Okay. Let’s do that,” Alec nodded in agreement. He watched how his husband took a slightly deeper breath than what was considered normal. Then the warlock seemed to relax, just the tiniest bit. Magnus took a step back and while doing so, he caught the hand that wasn’t resting on his face any longer. With a shy and yet encouraging smile, the Shadowhunter intertwined their fingers. Another deeper breath escaped the warlock, while he squeezed the hand in his lovingly. This might not be the perfect place for exchanging affection, especially not for a couple of the same sex, but he wouldn’t let that bother him for now. They had much more important things to do.

[aru-art]

sourdough rolls with homemade lemon curd what the absolute fuck man

[helpimstuckposting]

Ep 1: nahhhh it caaaant be the same Celia, that’s wishful thinking

Ep 17 Chester: hey Celia does this story about a guy showing up in a parallel universe and then killing his doppelgänger sound familiar to you? Lol

[cephalopadre]

My @secretsolenoid-revived 2024 gift for @neonhoneycomb! Happy Secret Solanoid, hope you enjoy! :) I had a super fun time doing this hehe.

Crossposted to AO3!

[wolfythewitch]

in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you

[bigmilkagenda]

Celia: hey is there a way to get all the ones about being buried alive or whatever?

Chester, a good boy screaming to be heard: hello 👋 here is a statement about being buried under the weight of countless artifacts 🪔👗📔🐻🪴🗣️🕰️ at the Hilltop Centre branch of the Oxford Peoples Trust 🕸️🕳️😣

(or, you know. It's a warning. For her, or for the listener. Time will tell, babes!)

[awesome-shoes-with-wings]

Do any of you ever wonder if Camp Half-Blood accidentally brought in a demigod of a different pantheon before?

This would be especially hilarious if it happens sometime after The Last Olympian/Heroes of Olympus, where the gods are required to claim their kids quickly.

A whole day passes, and the new demigod needs to sleep in the Hermes Cabin and Percy is furious. Meanwhile, the Greek Gods are pointing at each other and shouting, contacting the most obscure of mini gods. Chaos erupts on Olympus as every deity in Greek Mythology is called upon and interrogated. Hermes hasn't run around so much in centuries.

Hecate sits in silence, fully aware of what's happening, but enjoying the show too much to intervene.

[renzypretzy]

posting this b4 I forget

the meme but its Martin K Blackwood and Scar, the guys of all time. TMA and life series has been running around my brain at the same time and brain’s been collecting the parallels between the two auuu. I am 🤏 this close to making a loose au that mashes them up

[seafoamandtragedy]

Why does posting for a new fandom feel like walking into a bar and having everyone just stare at you. Like I'm sorry I'm new here pls don't hurt me

[wilkoakdraws]

Hyperfyxation going strong so here's some memorable quotes of the jarchivist and mr. m.k. blackwood + my thru-seasons design chart

[joneevarts]

Making mag159 hurt more and no one can stop me.

(Also notice how in Peter's version the only thing not taken by the fog is his wedding ring and in this version Elias ring is the only thing vanishing :D)

[iwikpines]

so they did a Secret Santa gift exchange!

[two-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

tma is a fandom with the most beautiful ship names known to man like lonely eyes is gorgeous and foggy skies mwah stunning

and then there's the main ship the actual cannon ship featuring the protagonist and its fucking jmart

it sounds like a shop but like a whole ass chain of shops it's so stupid I love it sm

[jaybirdscoffee]

helen doing the distortion laugh reawakened something within me

[lostlavenderer]

Me when I only put lotion on my tattoos and not the rest of my skin

[secret-sageent]

idk what the issue is guys error is just going to do paperwork in a cubicle somewhere