#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!

[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

[im-out-of-it]

part 2A continuation of the special edition segment of season 2, episode 10 “by the light of dawn”

there are so many moments from just season one alone and in episode 6 of season 2 where it shows 1. Alec struggled very much because he didn’t think what he could have was an option, 2. he felt an attraction to Magnus but didn’t think he could do anything about it, and 3. I just love watching his growth. Magnus has amazing growth but he was all in from the start. Alec is the one who had the many struggles

I hate the books with every fucking core I have but this gif is so beautifully made. when Alec goes to save Magnus at the end of the TMI series, jace is acting brand new because he doesn’t get why Alec is overset. and he tells jace that this is me in pieces and then jace thinks “oh I didn’t think of that” BECAUSE YOU ONLY THINK ABOUT YOURSELF YOU NARCISSISTIC HEARTLESS DICK. but I much rather like the “this is me in pieces” in this scene more

this is a nice call back to Camille’s necklace and showing that Alec is Magnus’s true love

I’ll have to do a 3A for this scene and I’ll pick up the next section part 3 probably tomorrow

[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?

[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

[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.

tag list:  @magnus-the-maqnificent @literallytypogod @ukisteria  @wildesummerchild @sociallyineptbibliophile @queenlilith43 @khaleesiofalicante @wandererbyheart  @raziyekroos  @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @alexandergideonslightwood @andrwminward @noah-herondale-lightwood @elettralightwood @dustandducks​ @deliciousdetectivestranger @delightfullyterrible @letsgofortacos @kita-no @mxtthew-fxirchild-apologist  @thelightofthebane @secrettryst @pocketoffeels @cityofdownwardspirals @stupidfuckindinosaur @i-have-not-slept @rinadragomir @potato-jem @kasper-tag @animalecfest

[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

[lurafita]

Fantasy Malec au

Beyond frustrated, assassin Magnus storms into the chamber where King Alexander and his round of advisors are sitting around the big table and discussing stuff.

"Okay, this is it! Do you have *any* idea how easy it is to get into this castle?! I have been here a week and no one ever noticed me! I could have killed you a hundred and seventytwo times in the first three days alone! You people have zero magic detection or protection wards!

I may have planned to fail in my assassination attempt of you and meet a quick end at the blade of either your or your soldiers swords, but *this*... I don’t even have words for this! Here!"

He throws down a Stack of papers

"This is a list of all the security flaws and structural weaknesses of this place. And this"

Throws down another Stack pf papers

"is a list of all the major safety hazards for the training grounds and partol ways.

Get this fixed! I will not have the job that killed me be something of such an amateur level."

King Alec, leaning over to his first knight Jace: "Help, he is too pretty, I can’t think straight."

Jace: "Think gay then."

Alec, turning to Magnus: "Can I offer you a job? ~~And maybe marriage?~~"

[lawsofchaos1]

Malec Promptlet: Nephilim Marry Quick

Nephilim are used to dying young, so they marry early and quick.

Shadowhunters marriages, especially for the old bloodlines, are typically arranged by the parents. Husband and wife either meet each other on their wedding day or go from first date to married in less than a month.

So, from Alec’s perspective, his relationship with Magnus isn't moving fast in the slightest - it's practically glacial with how slow they're taking it.

I want to see Alec talking with his various family members when they ask why he and Magnus are still dating, it’s been six whole weeks after all. I want to see Alec's inevitable internal angst-dialogue where he convinces himself that clearly Magnus has no desire to marry Alec even if he’ll apparently consent to date him.

I want to see Magnus when Izzy and Jace sit down with him and ask his intentions towards their brother since it’s been three months, an absolutely ridiculous amount of time, and they’re not married yet.

[siennamakeschaos]

ONESHOT REQUESTS!

Fandoms:

Kotlc

Shadowhunters

EPIC (possibly)

Ships: (*= i probably won't write about these directly)

kotlc:

Keefitz

Dexiana

Sophiana

Kam

shadowhunters:

Malec

Clace

Jizzy

Jimon

Jordelia*

Herongraystairs

EPIC: (please note that i have never written fanfiction for EPIC before!!)

Odypen

Odyeury

Odypoli

Polieury

Ody x poseidon

come request in my askbox! the main series i write about is kotlc, but i will write about others!

ships i won't write about:

Sokeefe (kotlc)

Tiana (kotlc)

PLEASE come request!! It's my last day of school tomorrow, then I have 6 weeks of holiday to live through! (so i'd love things to do lmao)

[meraki-yao]

I was watching an interview from a Chinese rom-com in 2020 and one of the questions was "What do you think is the sweetest romantic declaration?"

And then I started thinking about what are the most romantic lines of my top ships: Malec (Shadowhunters, both show and book), Wenzhou (Word of Honour), and Firstprince (RWRB both movie and book)

Honestly, if I had to pick one out of all of the lines of all ships, I'd say it's "Alec Lightwood loved one man so much he changed the world for him." from The Queen of Air and Darkness, the Shadowhunter Chronicles for Malec. Like, turning eros (romantic, passionate love) into fuel for agape (sacrificial love) and actually making the world a better place for his love? I can't imagine anything greater than that.

For Shadowhunters show, it's Malec's entire wedding vow, I think it summarises what a healthy loving relationship is perfectly. Especially "I will catch you when you fall, and when you soar, I will help you reach your greatest heights"

For Wenzhou from Word of Honour, it's the sunbathing scene from episode 12, just calling each other's name thrice. There's something beautifully simple about that.

And for Firstprince, for the movie, it's "I'll break the sound barrier for you." I don't really know how to explain this one, it 's just the one that touched me the most. Especially after Henry's pled after a week of isolation and agony, the way Alex sounds so sure about it even though truthfully they're both lost and scared as fuck, the way it's a callback to the moment Alex realized he was in love with Henry... it's just fucking beautiful.

For the book, it used to be An Incomplete List of Reasons why I love HRH Prince Henry of Wales, but there was one night in late September where long story short someone said I was selfish for being an emotionally sensitive person which really hurt, so I tried calming myself down by reading RWRB. Then I read bad metaphors about maps out loud and sobbed even harder.

I don't fucking know? there's just something so beautiful about the way Alex writes, which is ironic when earlier he said to Henry "I can't match you in prose" because what the fuck, all of the emails are beautiful but to me turns out bad metaphors is a whole other level. Henry is a writer, he's good with words, those are his dearest tools, but in front of this email, Henry is literally speechless. What the fuck, Alex. What the fuck.

i need to hear TZP read bad metaphors, but I also think that will end me.

Yeah. My favourite romantic declarations from my three favourite ships.