#malec week

[kasirose]

Prompt: Peppered Kisses

For the By the Angel Bingo hosted by the @malecdiscordserver

I love the lil Malec photobooth strip we see in the show so I wanted to draw them getting more photos taken cause they looked so cute 💙💜

I didn't know which format I liked best so here we have a bunch of different versions of the photos XD

This was also my first attempt at drawing a kiss so I hope it looks alright XD 💋

Quotes on the individual polaroids are from the books!

[kasper-tag]

🌈Happy Pride, y'all! 🌈

Behold, my gayest creation:

(Click the image for higher quality!)

I had the opportunity to draw the Pride Month version of the @malecdiscordserver's banner! It was an absolute struggle, but I'm super proud of myself for how it turned out and for getting it done on time. I learned so much while making this, it's ridiculous.

Please let me know what you think! 🖤

[carelessflower]

choose something for magnus to slip in

[darkangel1791]

MALEC

is

Matthew Daddario as Alec Lightwood

Harry Shum Jr as Magnus Bane

Crazy Chemistry

and

All of their fans, 50% of which only watched Shadowhunters for them

[khaleesiofalicante]

if you really think about it, who is actually sluttier? the slutty man or the man who got the slutty man to settle down?

[foodsies4me]

Okay now I’m fully invested in Magnus realising the trainees are to totally in love in love with him. Imagine the trainees defending Magnus’ honour in front of the whole Institute. Magnus blush in the back whilst Alec look on all proud and kinda smug too :)

Well, this sure sparked the muse back to life!

I am putting a line break because this got slightly long again. But here is a "the trainees take revenge on someone for being mean to Magnus" snippet, featuring a stabby Doris, a feral Clara, an Alec who threatens people off-camera, and Max the prankster, who is as always backed up by his three fellow pranksters.

Magnus hadn't paid the insult any mind. William Ashdown, had been the latest Clave envoy in a series of many to be sent to the New York Institute. He'd arrived with slicked-back hair and a sneering frown that Magnus was all too familiar with, looking like every other shadowhunter Magnus had met throughout the years. Magnus had been standing in the Operations Room when Ashdown arrived, checking the wards on Alexander's request after the ward had started to feel "weird". Ashdown's frown turned into a disgusted scowl the moment his eyes landed on Magnus. "Could we discuss this somewhere more private," he sneered, shooting a look at Magnus as he said this, "We wouldn't want to have any unsavory ears listen in." "I trust my shadowhunters," Alexander countered, his eyes turning steely, "-and considering they will be the ones most impacted, I think it's only fair they hear how the Clave has decided to handle Valentine's reappearance." "And the warlock? We can hardly trust one of them with this information," Ashdown sneered and that had been enough for Magnus to turn his focus back to that something his magic had crossed. He wasn't interested in hearing what else the man had to say and that spark of something felt.. drowsy. Tired and old and, dare he say it, strange. Magnus hadn't cared about Ashborne's opinion.

The trainees had been another story. A pained shriek had snapped Magnus out of his trance, eyes darting to the left where Alexander and Ashdown had been standing, only to see Ashborne pull his hand away from a scowling Clara with blood running down her chin. Before Magnus could wonder what had pushed Clara to bite someone, Ashdown raised his hand to try and strike her. Alexander had Ashborne's hand clenched into a death grip before the man was even done raising his hand. "You take back what you said about Magnus!" Doris screamed not a second later, drowning out whatever order Ashborne had given Alexander. She had stomped her way over to Ashborne, hair frizzy and eyes glaring daggers before she'd put herself in front of Clara with her steel practice sword clenched tightly in her hands, "And if you hurt Clara, I will stab you." Clara had only stuck her tongue before biting her teeth together to mimic biting Ashborne a second time. "Head Lightwood, I suggest you get your shadowhunters-in-training under control now," Ashborne hissed as he tried to pull his hand back, only for Alexander to tighten his grip. "And how do you suggest I do that, Mister Ashborne?" Alexander asked, cocking his head to the left and tightening his grip even further. It's when Ashborne's hand started to bend in a decidedly unnatural way that Magnus intervened. "Alexander, I'm sure Mister Ashborne didn't mean any insult," he cut in, placing his hand on Alexander's shoulders to try and calm him down before he snapped Ashborne's wrist, "Right?"

A quick flash of his magic - harmless but enough to make it visible - was all it took to have Ashborne take a stumbling step back and give him a quick affirmative nod. "Then say sorry," Doris had ordered from the same spot she'd been standing earlier, crossing her arms in defiance when Ashborne tried to brush past her. "Say sorry," she repeated, her words being echoed by all of the other trainees present in the room - William, Sarah, two scowling Rebeccas who were busy snapping the staffs in their hands into increasingly small pieces of wood, and a glaring Hideaki that had placed himself between Magnus and Ashborne. Max, who had been sitting closest to them along with Madzie, had been the only one missing from the trainees, though seeing Madzie's absence, Magnus didn't have to wonder where he'd disappeared off to. "Alright, my little beans, let's get calmed down and leave Alec and Mister Ashborne to their discussion, why don't we?" Magnus asked to try and remedy the situation, but the trainees weren't budging. "No," Hideaki whispered, tightening his hand on the straps of his backpack when the others turned their eyes toward him, "he was mean to you and to Madzie. You're our friend. We don't let people be mean to you." "Ki, is right!" Sarah growled. For the first time since Magnus met her, her entire body was still, knees bent and hands balled into fists as she assessed the threat in front of her. Somehow, it was that nearly unnatural stillness that was so unlike Sarah that made the emotions begin to well up in his throat. Ashborne didn't last another five minutes before he muttered an unconvincing apology that Magnus was quick to accept before the trainees decided it wasn't good enough. He then waved Alexander away, telling him to bring Ashborne to his office before Magnus was whisked away by his favorite shadowhunters-in-training. Doris hadn't hesitated before taking his hand in hers to drag him to the table the trainees had been sitting at where Steph had been ready to plop herself down on Magnus' lap. Aloysius, who had been fetched by a still irate Clara, had brought snacks and a cup of - truly terrible - coffee while the other trainees hovered around him in protective fury that threatened to spring tears to his eyes. Madzie came running back not long after Ariadne had joined them, offering Magnus a hug before asking him if he was okay. Max didn't return. The other three members of the fearsome foursome didn't make an appearance either. Not even when Alexander and Ashborne walked back into the Operations Room over an hour later, Ashborne looking far paler than when he'd left, did they show. All four terrors stayed carefully hidden until Ashborne's scheduled portal back to Idriss opened on the institute's doorsteps. Then, all four came running down the institute's pathway, talking among themselves as they tried to balance the different buckets filled with - was it tar? ichor? Magnus couldn't say for sure, but buckets full of something in their hands. All four of them "accidentally" tripped as soon as they were within reach of Ashborne. And all of them "accidentally" spilled the contents onto him right as he fell through the portal. The smile on Max's face when he turned to face him was innocence itself. "Oops?" The smile that followed, was anything but.

[chibi-tsukiko]

Choose my post for this Friday, December 1st

[paracosm-draw]

Loving this drabble emoji game (and sending plenty of patience regarding ao3's waiting list)! 💪🏽 and/or 🩸 ? :)

Oh I love this one 👀

💪🏼 + 🩸 : Bridal carry + patching up a wound

______________________

- M'gnus... Put me down...

Alec grumbles and wiggles weakly in the warlock's strong arms. He's alternating between states of unconsciousness and lucidity and Magnus has to pull a little bit more of his magic to keep him on the surface, while lowering his pain and trying to open a portal to carry him to a safer place.

That's a bit much all at the same time, even for him, especially when he has to stay calm and not freak out at the sight of Alec's clothes soaked in blood.

- Please stay awake for me, love. He whispers urgently, arms getting tired of carrying 90kg of muscles for so long.

His magic is running low at an alarming rate and he can feel the exhaustion starting to seep under his skin, shortening his breath and wetting his temples with sweat.

That was not supposed to happen.

They're on their honeymoon, two days after leaving New-York. Only two days of calm and rest before they're caught up again in the reality of their world.

Magnus was the one supposed to be dying right now, but Alec being the self-sacrificial little shit he was, he was the one who took the hit for him. Sharp Indonesian demon's claws ripping his abdomen apart.

- Baby...

Magnus is pulled out of his thoughts when Alec's bloody fingers brush his face, leaving red wet traces on his skin. His hand his so pale and cold, the warlock does his best not to freak out.

They're on the beach now, only a few meters away from the first sets of houses. Those demons hate water, at least they should be safe here.

- You're gonna be okay, Alexander. I'm going to take care of you. He says, his voice as steady as he can.

If he's being honest, it doesn't look good. But Alec doesn't have to know that.

When he's almost certain that they've put enough distance between the demon and them, he stops and kneels to lay Alec on the ground.

The sand is warmer than his husband's skin and Magnus eyes fill with tears at the realization.

- You're gonna be okay. He repeats, more for himself than anything else, while ripping off Alec's white shirt with trembling fingers.

It takes all he has to keep a straight face when he sees the wounds.

- That's... Bad. Alec mutters, his eyes trying so hard to focus on Magnus' beloved face but he can't. Everything's blurry, he's so tired and his body's so heavy.

- No. No no no, I'm going to heal you, darling. Magnus breathes around the lump in his throat. I got this.

He can't loose him only two days after their wedding. He can't loose him at all.

- Magnus...

The warlock tries to ignore him to focus on the little magic left in him, ready to be invocated. He knows he will probably pass out after this but if he manages to stay conscious until Alec is out of danger, it's worth the effort.

He starts to lift his hands to summon the magical energy into his palms when Alec grips his wrist.

- Magnus, listen to me...

Magnus clearly doesn't have the time to listen to him, but something in his husband's tone makes him take it anyway.

- Yes, love ?

- If I die...

- You're not gonna die ! Magnus retorts, but the single tear rolling down his cheek feels like despair.

- If I die, Alec repeats anyway, clearing his bloody throat as much as possible, I want you to know that none of this... None of this is your fault.

- Alec... Magnus' vision is blurry now and he hardly holds back a sob.

- I'm the happiest man, Magnus. Alec smiles weakly, there's blood on his lips but his eyes are bright with love. I just... I wanted to have kids with you. I'm sorry.

Magnus heart clenches painfully, and he grabs Alec's hands in his, crying silently.

- We're gonna have children, my love. I promise you. Now I need you to stay with me a little bit longer, okay ? Just a little bit more...

Alec hums almost happily and closes his eyes, his pale skin glowing under the moonlight. There's a pool of blood under his body, infiltrating the sand.

And Magnus draws on every last drop of his reserves to save the man he loves, keeping Alec's last words in mind to have something to hold on to.

Then, everything is black.

[occasionally-good-authoring]

there are ghosts in these walls (but you won’t ever see them)

@indigothemuse @squishmallow36 surprise, it’s jace!

tw: blood, referenced child abuse

He tore down the walls first. It was a spur of the moment decision, him, Alec, and Magnus stuck in Alicante for some reason Jace can’t remember for the life of him. It was five AM, they were all exhausted, and walking past Wayland Manor. Maybe it was the insanity that comes with dealing with the Clave. Maybe it was the onslaught of memories that left a bitter taste. Maybe it was a million different things and a million different reasons Jace can’t name, but he walked into that damn house anyway. 

Dust covered every inch of the place, left undisturbed for years. He swears to god he can still taste the blood in the air. He stands in that entryway, front door hanging open. Something bubbles under his skin, itching and burning with memories. Alec and Magnus fall in place next to him. They don’t know what he’s going to do, but they’re waiting there anyway.

A million memories hang in just this hallway. Of violence and cruelty that no one deserves, let alone a child. Micheal’s—Valentine’s—blood wasn’t the only blood spilled in this hall. Valentine only bled when he wanted to. Jace bled when Valentine wanted him too. He clenches his hands into fists, stopping the memories. Jace’s eye look over the entry way, landing on the solid gold lamp, tall as Jace is. He used to think it giant when he was a child. 

He doesn’t realize he’s grabbed it until it crashes into the wall. Right through the plaster—or is it wood? Drywall? Jace doesn’t know. He doesn’t even know what he’s doing—over and over again. Dust flies everywhere, painting tumble to the floor, denting the wood and breaking the frames. When the wall is nothing more than flimsy pieces hanging to the frames, he drops the lamp. The lightbulb is long broken, the shade a few feet away in tatters. 

He’s panting, he notices halfheartedly. Alec walks next to him, placing a hand softly on his shoulder. 

“Jace?” 

He doesn’t need to ask anything else, a million questions sitting in his name alone. Are you okay? What do you need? Is there anything I can do?

“I’m making something of this place, Alec,” he says. The dust hasn’t settled yet. Jace won’t give it the chance to. “Something without him.”

Magnus steps past the pair of them, kneeling down to pick up a painting. It’s a good one, objectively, it probably cost a lot. Magnus tosses it back down to the floor. He looks back to Jace.

“Then we’ll come back later, with everything you need and a plan.”

…

They come back with everyone. Simon, Maia, Izzy, Clary, Raphael. They spend weeks destroying the house, tearing everything down. Except for the library. Jace refuses to step foot in the library. His fingers ache when he reaches for the door handle. He should let them open the door, but the piano reeks of memories. Blood may still be on the keys. 

Now, it’s midnight. Everyone long gone besides Simon and Maia. The library is the only place left to tear down. The bones of the house are the only thing left, the only walls still up. It’s a warm night, the stars looking down on them. Jace stands in what used to be the hallway to the library. It’s only wood now. No more walls left up except for the ones in front of him.

“Hey, Sunshine, it’s getting late,” Simon says softly. Jace didn’t even notice he was there. He’s to Jace’s left. Maia is on his right. 

“Or early,” Maia says.

Jace takes a disastrous step towards the library door. His fingers begin to ache again. Simon and Maia take it with him, Maia intertwining her fingers with his. The ache doesn’t lessen, but Maia and Simon make it easier to bear. Jace reaches for the doorknob, fingers shaking with an phantom ache. Simon and Maia wait for him to open the door. 

The door swings open. Jace nearly chokes on the dust the falls out. The smell of blood slips out of the dark room, whether or not it’s truly there, Jace doesn’t know. Maia squeezes his hand, Simon presses his shoulder against Jace’s. He takes a shaky breath and stares into the dark room. The ghostly shape of the piano stares back at him. The books he was never allowed to read unless he was told to laugh at him.

He steps inside slowly. Simon and Maia follow him. The dust collects in his lungs. Maia rubs circles on Jace’s hand with her thumb. There’s blood on the piano keys. Jace can feel his breathing get quicker, shallower. Simon wraps his arm around Jace’s waist and starts to hum, one of the songs he wrote for Jace and Maia, just like he always does. Jace focuses on it, on Maia’s hand, Simon’s arm. 

He lets it pulls him back. The piano keys are white, the dust can be cleaned, the books can be read. This library is Jace’s now, not Valentine’s. 

“We keep this room,” he says. His voice is shaking just a little bit, but it will never be small again in this house. Valentine isn’t here. He doesn’t have to ever be small in Wayland Manor again. 

“Are you sure, lovely?” Simon asks. 

“Yeah.” 

Jace stares at the piano, feeling the break of his fingers. He can see himself at that bench, nine years old with broken fingers. He can see Valentine holding Jace’s only remaining finger in his hand while a nine year old tries not to cry out as it breaks. Then, with broken bones, he sees himself start La Campanella again. 

“I know what to make of this house,” he says. 

…

When the new walls go up, Jace paints them a million different colors. Sky blue, emerald, pink, lilac. Clary decorates them, flowers and clouds and sunsets. Magnus and Alec help him paint the outside, a nice soft yellow that Valentine would’ve hated. But it isn’t his house anymore. Hell, it never was. It was Michael Wayland’s and now it’s Jace’s. 

Now, it’ll be a place of solace. A place where when a child sits down at the piano, their fingers won’t be broken for a wrong note. They’ll be corrected softly and encouraged. No more children will be broken down in Wayland Manor. 

No more children like Jace will be within those colorful walls. For weeks, Jace ends the day with yellow paint up to his elbows. The Manor is covered in a month. Simon and Maia are the ones to hold him when he cries. And for once, tears in Wayland Manor are happy. 

They build all the furniture by hand. And when the attic is done, a simple bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen Jace stays there. It’s odd, living in the Manor again. He makes dinner for him, Simon, and Maia in a blur. The walls still smell like new paint. 

He doesn’t fall out of it until he’s in bed with them. Simon and Maia have stuck him in the middle of their bed, Simon’s head on Jace’s chest, Maia’s leg wrapped around his. 

“How’re you doing, Sunshine?” Simon asks. 

Jace stares up at the ceiling. “I feel like I’m dreaming. For so long, this house was a nightmare. It was full of memories I didn’t want to have, things I didn’t want to experience. But it’s mine now. It doesn’t seem real yet.”

Maia props herself up on her elbows. She leans down and kisses Jace softly. “That seem real, Pretty Boy?” she asks with a smile. 

“It does.”

Maia kisses Simon’s forehead and drops back onto her stomach. 

“I love you both,” he says softly. It might just be the first time those words have been spoken in this house in Jace’s lifetime. He really has made something new here, hasn’t he?

“I love you too, Sunshine.”

“Love you too, Herondale.”

And when he wakes up in the middle of the night, sweating and panicked, they wake up with him. Maia and Simon hold him when they make sure he’s okay with it. The panic of openly crying in Wayland Manor never truly leaves Jace, not yet, but it’s faded. 

It’s faded and there’s something new here. Something without Valentine.

…

When the children arrive, Jace makes Simon and Maia promise him something. 

“If I ever hurt any of them, make me leave and never let me come back in.”

“You won’t, Jace,” Maia says. Two children, a pixie, Lizabet, and a Shadowhunter, Marie, play together in the garden, the three of them on the porch. 

“Promise me. Please. I—I don’t—I need this, please,” he says quietly. The children are laughing, Lizabet tackling Marie. Simon intertwines his fingers with Jace’s. 

“I promise, Jace. And I promise we won’t need this promise,” he says. 

And they never do. Children come and go, Jace throwing himself into being what he never had. He holds them when they cry. He reads them the books he was never allowed to touch. And when they want to learn piano, he teaches them gently. 

It’s love. It’s love when he teaches them La Campanella. It’s healing, when he comforts them, when he builds the playset in the backyard, when he loves them with everything he has. Valentine’s fingers may ghost on his in that library, and he may still see blood on the piano; but these children never will. 

There’s something new in Wayland Manor now, and Jace’s fingers don’t break.

[pizazzpanda]

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[aletterinthenameofsanity]

#THIS WAS MY QUEERBAITING#and if you try to say it wasn't queerbaiting SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP#i only started watching this show because this fucking episode promised proof of concept.#it promised whenever i get out of here#I'm telling you i was only brave because of you#AND THEN IT KILLED QUENTIN BEFORE ELIOT EVEN WOKE UP MUCH LESS CONFESSED HIS FEELINGS#IT PUT QUENTIN BACK TOGETHER WITH ALICE ONE EPISODE BEFORE THE FINALE#IT TOOK QUELIOT OUT BACK AND SHOT IT STONE COLD DEAD#the fucking GALL of those writers#they will NOT be seeing heaven - via @khruschevshoe

Took the words out of my damn mouth!

Peaches and plums. Peaches and plums, peaches and plums, peaches and plums. […] Did it happen? Fifty years. It happened. […] I know this sounds dumb, but…us. We-I don’t know think about it like we-we work. And we know it ‘cause we’ve lived it. Who gets that kind of proof of concept?

[kasper-tag]

Drawing You In

This artwork was created for the Shadowhunters Reverse Bang 2024: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver! I created a drawing of Magnus, which is supposed to look like a graphite drawing on paper, a photo edit of Alec, and a graphic to tie it all together!

I had the pleasure of working with @demy85 for this bang, and she wrote such a sweet story to go along with it! Check it out here:

[carelessflower]

“You know–” With a sigh, the gun found its way, moving from his eyes to the shape of his cheekbone. “I’d hate to die for such a small mistake. Don’t you agree?” There was a familiar glint in those smoldering eyes. 

They had done this dance countless times before, where every rhythm slipped in as natural as breathing. Two leaders faced, one lost, leaving the other begging for mercy, for anything they could do in exchange for their life. There was always a way, of course. 

-Week 1 of Problemalec, prompt ex & mafia. Check the tag before you read it here.

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[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

wait so btlio is not some sort of happy malec ending :(

a part of me want the angst but a part of me is screaming

this is harder than deciding if I want to change my whole identity once a week

I could tell you but I’m not gonna jsjsksksk it will ruin the fun y’all.

Also, I have not added the angst with a happy ending or angst with no happy ending tag just to fuck with y’all some more.

However, if it helps, I’ve never written a malec fix without a happy ending. But also, this could be my first lmao

I shall keep y’all on your toes till tomorrow night babygirls jjkskslsl

All of u @ me

[khaleesiofalicante]

yall remember in one of shadowhunter tv episodes Alec legit asked Magnus "if you have magic, why do you take showers?" WHAT KIND OF WHITE MAN QUESTION WAS THAT HUH.

[distressed-noises-aaaaaaa]

Note thing 😁

5 notes and I'll have lunch

10 and I'll drink water everyday

15 I'll try and tidy my room

20 I'll talk to my friends

25 I'll ask for therapy

30 I'll try and figure out my gender

35 binder??

40 I'll try and come out to my parents

45 I'll come out to my grandparents

I don't expect this to go far lmao

Shit okay uhmm

50 I'll tell my friends my new name

55 I'll tell them my pronouns

60 I'll start taking food to school

65 I'll save my money

70 I'll stop bedrotting for five hours when I wake up

75 I'll keep a plant alive

80 I'll remember to take my meds every day

85 I'll talk to my therapist about my issues

90 I'll be nicer

95 I'll apologize to my friends

100 I'll wear my pride pins

200 I'll stop sh for a week

300 I'll try and be clean for two weeks

400 I'll actually have two meals a day

500 I'll eat dinner with my family

600 I'll make sure I take all my meds

700 I'll turn in my missing assignments

FUCK WHY IS DOING AWESOME

800 I'll dye my hair

900 I'll have a decent Convo with my mum

1k I'll tell that one friend about my boundaries

1.5 I'll redo my room

2k uuuhhhhh I'll stop for two weeks (sh)

2.5 I'll ask about my meds and have that Convo :(

3K I'll ASK HER OUTTTTTTTTTTT

@duothelingo @immortals-malec @letsgofullpogue @nanjokaoru @ilianazzzosemanverse @real-british-empire