#malectober

[malectober]

We’re back!!

In case you haven’t heard of Malectober, here’s a quick introduction!

As you can see, I’ve decided to switch up some things. Now, there’s 15 days instead of 31, and I’ve also included a set of dialogue prompts.

Now, some rules -

Anything goes. Fics, art, poetry, playlists, edits, anything.

Posting starts from the 1st of October, and you can keep going even after October ends.

Tag all your tumblr posts with #malectober and #malectober2024 and tag this account (@malectober). It will be much easier to find your posts and reblog them to this account if I’m tagged.

If you’re posting on Ao3, make sure to add your fic to the Malectober collection!

AI work is strictly not allowed.

There is no limit on nsfw works. Make the dirtiest nastiest things you can if you want to. Just make sure to put them under a “readmore”!

You can do only dialogue prompts or word prompts, or for an extra challenge combine both! Either combine one dialogue and one word or do one fic per prompt for both lists.

If you have any questions, send them to my askbox

Most importantly, have fun! 🥰

Prompt list in text below the cut:

Dialogue Prompts:

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Save me from this hell.”

“I’ll take care of that.”

“Who are you again?”

“Please, stop.”

“I want to run away.”

“I love you, but-“

“Why is this so tight?”

“You look awful.”

“Can I talk to you? In private?”

“This is so boring.”

“Why don’t you ask him out?”

“I love this song!”

“I do love a good workout.”

“How did you know?”

Word Prompts

Danger

Holster

Chess

Smoke

Liar

Lipstick

Rappel

Eight

Suits

Fist

Ropes

Cut

Bullet

Seduce

Blood

[carelessflower]

consul alec designer pull

for @malectober prompt suits

let's take a detour to the highly influential, currently a fashion icon of the shadoworld. a pioneer and the inspiration behind consulcore, alec lightwood-bane did quiet luxury like no other

Being surprised when kissed by his warlock ex-boyfriend in Hermès Kelly Belt Bag Epsom Black ($2,750)

Dancing at Malcolm Fade's party in Rome in 1920S Savile Row Antique Morning Coat Tuxedo Tails UK TW Castle Military Tailor ($175) and Saint Laurent Silk Long Sleeve Button-Up Top ($210)

Driving his favorite Maserati with then-boyfriend Magnus Bane and nemesis Shiyun Jung, looking fabulous in Prada Brown Acetate Frame Gradient Tint Aviator Sunglasses ($655.20)

Brooding beautifully in this Polo Ralph Lauren Icon Wester Denim Shirt Light Blue ($130,52)

Another iconic vintage pull - Dior Homme SS06 red leather suspenders ($125)

For a simple scroll through the park with his partner, Alec picked this Moorer Darren UR Suede Hoodie Jacket in Orange ($4,675) number

Decked in full leather glam for City of Lost Souls photo shoot, in order: Spring Summer 1999 Gucci by Tom Ford Black Patent Leather Accent Crop Top ($1,295), Balmain Black Leather Biker Pants ($2,300), Chanel Vintage Black Leather CC Combat Boots ($2,495)

Celebrating a cozy birthday with his husband in a customed Sacai Hooded Sweatshirt With Reverse ($272)

Getting up to some mischief, wearing possibly Agent Provocateur Rozlyn White Bridal Ouvert Brief ($175)

Sipping cocktails on St Barths beach, looking so chic Versace 1990s Clear Rectangular Frame Sunglasses ($375)

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[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Hello!!

Soooo I've been thinking of my glorious days of writing back in 2020

And like. Yeah I write now too but nothing like what I did then right. Like I literally wrote nearly 250k words in 2020 alone according to my ao3 stats, and that's 5 times what I wrote last year.

So I was thinking back on those days as one does, and I think one of the things that helped me write as much as I did (apart from the endless free time) was this server I was in, where I'd share all the ideas I got and even received some from the other people there, and it was this very nice cesspool of creativity.

Anyways this is probably going to end in yet another dead server in my discord but atleast I can say I tried- I made a discord server for Malec writers!!

It's 2:00 am here and I'm immediately going to sleep after this, so don't mind if you join in and it's all crickets. If you do join, see you in like 8 hours <3

[i-have-not-slept]

A Malec 1950s AU

Written for @malectober 2024

Prompt: Danger x “Are you flirting with me?”

[malec302420]

malec wedding rings 😩

@carelessflower

@dustandducks

[lazinesswrites]

"Grin", this week?

Hi! Sorry for the delay! My brain has not been cooperative these last few days. But! I did manage to write something for this; in fact I have just finished this ficlet, and since it's only a little over 300 words... you get the whole thing! Be warned - this is pure, tooth-rotting fluff. Your Smile: Like Sun, Like Peace Written for @malectober day 13: Grin (heyyy, almost on time!) Can also be read on Ao3.

It’s not often Magnus has gotten to see Alec like this. He’s… so happy. Not that he usually isn’t – Magnus takes great honor and satisfaction in making his dear Alexander smile as often as possible, but now that all the World Ending Crises seem to have been dealt with for the time being, that mission has gotten much easier.

Magnus won’t say everything is perfect. He has lived too long to tempt fate like that, and they do have some issues to deal with still – there’s still bigoted Clave officials, there’s still distrust between Shadowhunters and Downworlders, there’s still demons, there’s still nightmares. But those are things they can deal with, at their own pace. Those are things that allow them time to just relax together, the two of them, or with their family all together like today – both their families – for no reason other than they can and wanted to.

They’re at Taki’s, their favored restaurant for gatherings like this, with several tables pushed together to fit them all, Shadowhunters and Downworlders all mixed in together, no real way to tell where one family stops and another starts. Magnus didn’t hear what Alec said to his siblings, preoccupied by his own conversation, but his attention was drawn by Jace’s sputtering and the loud peals of laughter from near everyone else.

Maybe Alec feels Magnus’ gaze on him, or maybe he just wants to share the happiness with him, but in either case, Magnus’ darling husband turns to look at him, and Magnus falls impossibly more in love with him at the grin lighting up his whole being.

“What?” Alec asks him, grin still firmly in place, arm slung casually over the back of Magnus’ chair.

Magnus shakes his head a little and smiles back. “I love you,” is all he can say, but truly, that’s all he needs.

“I love you too,�� Alec says, and leans in to kiss him, placing that lovely grin right against Magnus’ own, ignoring the chorus of cheers around them.

[moni26]

Nephilim 1201M, REDNAXELA (chapter 7) Fictober day 5 - “You’re the smartest person I know.” Malectober day 4 - Mold

Fanfiction Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: Mature Pairings: Magnus Bane / Alec Lightwood Warnings: violence Summary: The nephilim were unkillable, because they couldn't get sick and couldn't be touched. That was one of the basic certainties in the Shadow World. They were a safe bet to call upon when in danger, even if a bit too ignorant and full of themselves.

Magnus had worked with them and spoken to them, rolled his eyes at them and occasionally engaged in verbal sparring. Nothing more, as they belonged in their own little closed off world.

He never planned to end up learning one's true name.

Neither did he know what he was supposed to do with it.

(The premise is very loosely inspired by a concept from The Inheritance Cycle book series)

Created for @fictober-event and @malectober

[therealnuclearplatypus]

@malectober

PROMPT: HUG

She looked at them, gazing from a distance. Her son and the warlock.

Her firstborn, her eldest, the one who made her a mother. Her beautiful blue-eyed boy, with the deft hands and big heart. Her Alec.

If there was anything she could thank Robert for, it was the children.

Isabelle with her fiery passion, poor Max. A pain that would never go away. And Jace, the boy they'd taken in, a son in every sense but blood. And Alec.

She knew. She'd known, deep down, that Alec suppressed things. She shouldn't have been surprised when he fell for Magnus and said nothing about it, least of all because he was a man.

She saw them laugh together, Alec's eyes crinkling the way they always did. Laughter suited him. Magnus managed to coax a chuckle out of him as no one ever did. She may have had her qualms about Bane, but she was thankful for everything he'd done for them, for Alec most of all.

Magnus kissed Alec's cheek and Alec blushed. The redness overtook his features like a tide and Magnus grinned, pleased. He kissed him again, on the lips this time. Alec was still blushing, but kissed him back with equal fervor.

She smiled to herself. She regretted everything they'd made Alec go through, for the sake of appeasing them. Of appeasing Robert most of all, but she knew she was apportioned some of the blame as well. She'd never made a move to tell him it was okay; it was okay to not live up to our expectations, it's okay to not be exactly what your father wants you to be, it's okay to break down and take a breath. He was the oldest, and hefted the responsibility like a true soldier. She knew he would make a wonderful father someday. He'd turned out a wonderful man, after all. Thanks to his own merits.

They were still wrapped up in each other, an embrace wherein no one could tell where Alec ended and Magnus began. She looked away, giving them their privacy. She'd yearned for that sort of love, once — now, she felt privileged to see her children experience it.

She heard a crash; they'd knocked over a plant on the windowsill. They were laughing again, breathless. Alec righted the pot, still grinning, and Magnus entrapped him in a hug. Alec did not make to move away; he leaned against the warlock, relaxed and at ease. He'd never been this calm as a child, or as a teen. He'd never been this happy.

Maryse saw them stay like that, swaying and murmuring sweet nothings to each other, planting soft kisses in the slanting light of the sun where they thought no one could see them and their affection. But Maryse saw, and understood. She knew. She'd always known. It was why she'd went so far as to leave a voice message to Magnus herself, when the two had broken up. She really had always known.

Alec deserved every bit of happiness and joy he got. The Clave saw his love as wrong in all sorts of ways: Magnus was a man, Magnus was a Downworlder. But she'd gotten over all that, and Robert was on his way there. As cheesy as it sounded, Alec and Magnus belonged together.

They were still hugging. Maryse smiled softly and left, vowing the same old vow: I will protect him. It was the first thing she'd thought to herself when he was born. And it was what she thought every time she saw him.

He didn't really need protecting anymore. But she would do so anyway, in any way she was able. Her protection, for his safety: it was like a hug to him of her own.

[malec-ao3feed]

saw you standing in the shadows (and your eyes were blue)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EbVIYjp by i_have_not_slept New York, 1955. Shadowhunter Alec Lightwood is assigned a mission— protect the warlock Magnus Bane from the mysterious cult stalking him. Words: 2291, Chapters: 1/31, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Malectober Fandoms: The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types, Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Wayland Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - 1950s, First Meetings, Cults, October Prompt Challenge read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EbVIYjp

[cityofdownwardspirals]

Come Home (I've Been Waiting For You For So Long)

Entry for the @malectober Malectine's Day 2023 Challenge

Prompt: Promise

Word Count: 3.5k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Everyone had a soulmate, even warlocks. The problem with being a warlock, though, was the fact that immortality made it impossible to know when your soulmate would finally be born. Magnus thought the universe was being cruel on him for making him wait 400 years and counting.

He knew he had a soulmate though, because the moment he turned 16 he had to go through the same ritual as everyone else: making the promise.

Read the full thing here on AO3

[malectober]

Hello folks 👋

Sooo I’m planning to post a prompt list within the next few days, which should give y’all a month or so to prepare

Buuut this time I’m thinking of shortening down the prompt list, since let’s be honest, a 31 days of 31 prompts can be exhausting.

Now, you tell me:

[carelessflower]

malectober24 - bad boy brings heaven to you

for @malectober dialogue prompt 13 "I love this song!"

posted on ao3 here

@magnus-the-maqnificent @i-have-not-slept @goldendreams3

screenshot for bestie @dustandducks

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

The hyperfocus finally hit.

Chapter 1 of my Malectober fic:

Chapter 2:

@malectober

[i-have-not-slept]

Malectober 2023

aka happy birthday Alec!!!

Prompt: "Dessert"

Song: "Candy Apple" by Teenage Joans

@malectober

[malec302420]

"If you must die, I'll envy even the earth that wraps your body" -Albert Camus aka Magnus to Alec 😔

i'm so sorry for this i'm very sad and see malec references in sad quotes everywhere

[lazinesswrites]

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Hey look, it’s a ‘tober fill for day… 7? Shh, I’m doing them out of order, okay. Have a little Malec-fluff for @malectober day 7: Winter. Read it here, or on Ao3 ❤

There’s a curious tendency Alec has noticed, in the years since he first got access to the Institute’s sensor data and the like. It’s not something really important, or at least he knows the Clave won’t find it particularly important or helpful, so he’s never taken his discovery any further than his own quiet musings. He doesn’t technically have solid proof for his theory either; it still could be just coincidence, although he doubts it, as he has seen the same tendency every fall and winter for years now: Without fail, every time a major snowfall blows in, demon activity drops to almost zero, from a few hours before, to hours and sometimes days after. One time, the whole Institute had managed something like a Mundane Christmas holiday, because the snow had kept demons away for almost two weeks.

Of course, Alec doesn’t know that the demons stay away because of the snow, just that there’s a correlation between demon activity and the presence of snow. His theory is that the demons, made in and for the very warm realms of Hell, avoid the cold as much as they can.

There are exceptions, of course, such as demons being summoned, whether by accident or purpose, and the odd ice-demon from one of the few colder Hell realms finding its way to New York, away from the more… permanently cold areas of the world they normally terrorize. But those are typically minor incidents, leaving the winter months slow, and on days like today—well, for once, Alec has no qualms whatsoever about taking an unscheduled day off to stay right where he is: On the couch with Magnus, in front of the fireplace that may or may not be around in the summer, but is a permanent fixture of their loft in the winter months, in various configurations.

It's that special kind of quiet that only comes with a heavy blanket of snow outside; something jazzy is playing soft and low from Magnus’ gramophone (ostensibly – the gramophone itself may be mostly for show, the music from somewhere else entirely; Alec doesn’t know, nor does he particularly care at the moment), and they’re snuggled together under a soft blanket, Magnus with his back against the armrest, and Alec lying back against his chest. There are two cups of half-drunk cocoa on the end table. Magnus has a book in one hand, the other playing absentmindedly with Alec’s hair. Alec was reading too, but has let the book rest open in his lap, content to just let the day go slowly by, warm from the fire and his husband’s arms around him.