#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?”

[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

[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

[malec302420]

malec wedding rings 😩

@carelessflower

@dustandducks

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

“So, how was your day?”

The words bring a smirk to Alec’s face but he hides it anyways.

He’s been waiting for this.

For Magnus to come to him.

He looks up from his laptop and smiles.

“Yes. Are you ready to talk about what’s been bothering you since the past few weeks.”

Magnus feigns innocence at that.

“What? No. Nothing’s been bothering me.”

Alec lets out a chuckle at that. “Baby. You have that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“It’s the face you make when you want to talk about something but you don’t because you think it might hurt my feelings.” Alec replies easily.

Magnus shouldn’t be surprised by how well Alec knows him by now but some days it still catches him off guard.

It’s quite annoying.

And his husband is right, there’s been something bothering him but Magnus doesn’t know how to start the conversation.

Alec shuts down his laptop and walks towards the kitchen.

He comes back a few minutes later and hands a cup of tea to him and then places a soft kiss on his head.

“I’ll be in the balcony if you need me.”

Magnus’s heart softenes at the gesture.

Alec is opening a window for him—he can either open it and let some air in. Let whatever’s bothering him out in the air.

Or he can close it back too and keep it that way for another few days.

Either option would work for Alec because that’s how he is.

Never pushing Magnus to do things—just always, encouraging him. With love and tenderness.

He mulls over his thoughts for another few minutes before picking up his cup and joining Alec in the balcony.

His back is towards Magnus and he’s leaning against the railing, relaxing in the few moments of peace that they barely get these days.

“What do you think about Idris?“

Alec turns towards him and there’s genuine confusion on his face.

“Idris?”

“Yes. You know Idris and Alicante.” Magnus asks nonchalantly and lounges on the couch in the balcony.

“Whatever’s been bothering you for all this time was related to my thoughts on Idris?” Alec’s lips curls upwards.

He doesn’t gets fazed by Magnus’s incomprehensible thoughts anymore. He could ask Alec the weirdest, most concerning questions at 3 am and his husband would not think anything of it in the slightest.

“Not just you but, Alicante in general. Now that the issue of Clave in exile has been fixed and there’s no more split and you’re the Consul-Consul.”

Alec narrows his eyes at the question, and Magnus knows he’s trying to figure out what the reasoning behind this conversation is.

He humours Magnus nonetheless.

Alec moves towards him and sits on the opposite end but he stretches his legs and places them in Magnus’s lap.

“The past few years have been so stressful Magnus. There were so many moments where I almost wanted to give up.” Alec exhales.

Magnus strokes his thumb against Alec’s ankle in a relaxing motion. He knows firsthand how difficult all of this has been for Alec.

Which is why Magnus hates for what he’s been feeling—for ruining Alec’s victory.

“But you did it, my love. And I am so incredibly proud of you Alexander.” Magnus lifts Alec’s hand and kisses it softly, making the other man blush at the gesture.

He doesn’t want a day to come when Alec stops blushing like that.

“Thank you. I couldn’t have made any of that possible without you. You make me brave.” Alec says tenderly.

Magnus drops his gaze at that. “The boys are excited to go to Idris for the ceremony.”

Alec has a beautiful smile at that. “Yes. I’m so excited to show them around. They have only heard about Alicante in all these years but now they’ll be able to see it.”

He hums at that and doesn’t say anything for quite some time. Then he feels Alec’s fingers lifting his chin upwards, a small frown on his face.

“Baby. What’s going on?”

“I love you. You know that right?” Magnus asks him because he wants Alec to be sure of it before he says what he plans to.

“If I wasn’t as secure in our relationship as I am, I’d be worried this was a breakup conversation.” Alec says jokingly

Magnus rolls his eyes at him.

“Please. If I was breaking up with you, it would be iconic and extremely dramatic.”

Alec grins at that. “Yes, I do remember one fine night like that, almost a decade ago in a subway tunnel.”

Magnus throws Alec’s legs from his lap and smacks his shoulders. “Not funny.”

His husband lets out a laugh and leans closer towards him.

“Okay now, stop deflecting and tell me what’s going on.”

Magnus takes a deep breath.

“I don’t want to go to Alicante.”

Alec frowns at that.

“For the ceremony?”

Magnus shakes his head at that. “The ceremony is for you, I wouldn’t dream of missing it. I want to hold your hand and kiss you when everyone’s celebrating this but—“

“But what?”

“The Consul of the Clave lives in Alicante.”

Alec nods at that.

“Alexander, I’ll come for the ceremony. This one and the next hundred ones but I can’t—“

“You don’t want to live in Alicante.” Alec finishes his sentence.

Magnus nods. “Yes.”

He’s waiting for an awkward silence but it never comes.

Alec answers instantly. “Okay.”

Magnus lifts his head up at that. “Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

It seems easy but Magnus doesn’t like easy things so he pushes.

“Darling, you don’t have to be okay with this. You can be mad at me if you want.” Magnus adds, even though he would absolutely hate it if Alec was mad at him about this.

“Do I look mad to you?”

He blinks and peers at the shadowhunter properly.

He doesn’t look mad.

He looks like—well he looks like Alec always does.

Calm and steady and soft.

“You’re not mad that I don’t want to live in Alicante with you.” He narrows his eyes.

Alec gives him a small smile at that. “Is there someone else you’re planning to live in Alicante with?”

Magnus shakes his head frantically at that.

“Then I’m not the problem. Alicante is, right?” Alec says simply.

He says it so simply, and maybe it was that simple. Magnus doesn’t want to live in Alicante and it has nothing to do with Alec.

“Baby, I always knew you wouldn’t want to live in Idris.” Alec tucks a strand on stray hair behind his ears gently and pulls Magnus closer to him.

“You did?” He asks. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

Alec huffs at that. “Well you didn’t either. It wasn’t a problem back when the Clave was in exile.”

Magnus puts a hand on the back of Alec’s neck.

“But it’s different now, right? Now, you have the chance to live in the angel city. It’s every shadowhunters’ dream.”

He has lived long enough to know how supreme importance the shadowhunter race gives to Alicante.

It’s where everyone dreams of working—of living.

It feels wrong to steal that dream from Alec.

Alec holds his face in his hands and brings their noses together. “A city where my Magnus doesn’t feel safe and happy isn’t a place I ever want to live in.”

Magnus sighs and relaxes into Alec’s hold. “I know things are changing now and getting better. But there’s still a long history of hate that I have faced myself. I wouldn’t be happy there. I wouldn’t feel the boys are ever safe there—specially Max.”

He believes that he would do anything to make Alec happy but there are some lines that Magnus would never cross—even for love.

Even for Alec.

Or he would lose himself completely.

“Hey.”

Magnus opens his eyes and finds himself getting lost in Alec’s gorgeous face.

“I know the man I love. You stand for what’s right and wrong, no matter what. You wouldn’t marry me unless the law was changed and I knew even then that it wasn’t about me.” Alec says tenderly and kisses his cheeks. “Just because you married a shadowhunter, doesn’t mean you have to forget who you are.”

“You always know the right things to say, don’t you?” Magnus points out fondly, because he’s feeling a little too overwhelmed by how much Alec sees him.

“I’m just being honest baby.” Alec remarks and Magnus pulls him against him so that Alec is straddling his thighs.

“You don’t think it’ll be an issue right?” He asks because he doesn’t want his husband to deal with anymore difficulties.

He knows that it’s impossible.

Shadowhunters invited trouble.

But he could try.

Alec rubs his shoulders gently. “It’s not mandatory for Consuls to live in Idris.” His husband replies. “And if it is, I’ll deal with it. In case you missed it, I’ve always been kind of a rebel you know? Kissing a downworlder publicly is still considered the biggest clave scandal.”

A peal of laughter leaves Magnus’s body at his words.

“Are you okay now?”

Magnus nods slightly. It was impossible not to be okay when he was around Alec.

His hand moves inside Alec’s shirt and he runs a hand across his back gently.

“Does it ever get tiring?”

“What does?”

“Waiting for me to come to you. When I get much too into my head?”

Alec leans forward and kisses Magnus’s temple. “It’s quite annoying. But you’re plenty cute too, so it kind of compensates.”

Magnus shakes his head affectionately at the idiotic man infront of him.

He strokes Alec’s face and traces a finger across his face, making the shadowhunter blush profusely.

“I forgot for a second.”

“What?”

“That my home is so much more beautiful than any angel city.” Magnus whispers in the small space between the two of them.

Alec’s lips curls upwards at that.

A bashful smile on his face and Magnus falls in love with him all over again.

“You talking about Brooklyn?”

Magnus mirrors his smile because they both knew his following words already.

“I’m talking about you.”

Prompt: Brooklyn

I don’t see Magnus ever living in Idris no matter what.

@malectober

[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

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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

[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.

[moni26]

Nephilim 1201M, REDNAXELA (chapter 5) Fictober day 4 - “Do you even know what this means?” Malectober day 3 - First

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