#matthew daddario fluff

[soulofapatrick]

Safe in your Arms - Alec Lightwood x female reader 

Summary: You can’t sleep so you slip into bed with Alec

Words: 1.7K��

Warnings: none really 

Notes: This is written from female pov (my pov) however can be read as gender neutral so will put this story in both male and female reader 

Y/N’s POV

The darkness presses in around me, suffocating and heavy. Another sleepless night grips me tightly, refusing to release its hold. With a sigh, I rise from the bed, the covers slipping off my like unwanted shackles. 

Padding down the familiar corridors of the Institute, my footsteps echo softly against the stone floors. The hushed whispers of the night greet me, a comforting presence in the solitude. Each door I pass I hesitate, unsure who I’m looking for comfort in. 

I barely pause outside Clary’s room as we’ve never seen eye to eye so I continue on, finding myself outside Izzy’s door. The familiar, faint scent of jasmine wafting though the air. She's always been a source of strength and support, but tonight, the idea of seeking refuge in her embrace feels somehow... wrong, too intimate. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something holds me back, a silent voice urging me to continue my search elsewhere.

Jace’s door looms ahead, a silent invitation beckoning me to seek shelter within his presence. For a moment, I hesitate, my hand hovering over the door handle as memories of shared laughter and whispered secrets flood my mind. But then, with a heavy sigh, I pull away, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down upon me like a leaden cloak.

My fingers ghost over Simon's door, the thought of seeking solace in his company tempting yet ultimately unfulfilling. We may share a bond forged in battle, but there's a divide between us that I can't seem to breach. With a sigh, I move on, the ache of loneliness gnawing at my heart with each passing moment.

And then, finally, I find myself standing outside Alec’s room, the door a silent barrier between me and the solace I seek. With a hesitant hand, I push the door open, the soft creak of hinges breaking the silence like a whisper in the night. 

Inside, the room is bathed in a gentle glow, the moonlight filtering through the curtains casting shadows across the floor. Alec lies asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. For a moment, I simply stand there, drinking in the sight of him. Gone is the usual tension that seems to etch lines into his features during the waking hours. Instead, his face is softened by slumber, his expression serene and unguarded. The furrow of his brow, which often accompanies his deep concentration or stern demeanour, is smoothed away, replaced by an air of tranquility.

A small smile graces his lips, a sight so rare it’s almost surreal. It’s a stark contrast to the usual scowl that seems to be his default expression during the day. In this moment of vulnerability, his true essence shines through, a gentle warmth that draws me in like a moth to a flame. 

I find myself captivated by the peacefulness that radiates from him, the subtle rise and fall of his chest a soothing rhythm that lulls me into a sense of calm. It's as if all the worries and burdens of the world have been momentarily lifted from his shoulders, leaving behind only the purest essence of who he is.

In this moment, Alec is not the fierce warrior or the stoic leader. He is simply Alec, vulnerable and human, a reminder that even the strongest among us need rest and respite from the battles we face.

And as I gaze upon him, a small smile tugs at the corners of my own lips, mirroring the one that graces his face. I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, before I gently lift the duvet and slide into the bed beside Alec. The rustling of the sheets stir him from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open blearily as he tries to make sense of the intrusion. 

“Wha—?" His voice is thick with sleep, the words trailing off into a soft murmur as he blinks owlishly at me. Confusion dances in the depths of his eyes, but there's also a hint of warmth, a flicker of recognition that warms my soul.

“What are you doing Birdie?" he mumbles, his words barely audible in the stillness of the room., the nickname he’s given me sending a shiver down my spine. Despite the grogginess that clouds his mind, there's a note of curiosity in his voice, a silent question hanging in the air between us. 

"I couldn't sleep," I confess quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper. "And... I needed to be near you.”

Alec’s expression softens at my words, a silent understanding passing between us. Without a word, he shifts around in the bed, making room for me to settle beside him. The duvet envelops us both in its warmth as we find our positions, his body fitting against mine like two puzzle pieces finally coming together. 

We settle into our newfound arrangement, a sense of peace washes over me, a warmth that seeps into my bones and drives away the chill of the night. In Alec's arms, I find sanctuary from the storms that rage within me, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside. And as sleep begins to claim me once more, I find solace in the knowledge that, for tonight at least, I am not alone. 

As the first rays of dawn  filter through the curtains, I gradually awaken from the depths of sleep, the heaviness of slumber clinging to my limbs like a comforting embrace. The warmth of Alec's presence envelops me, his arm draped protectively over my waist, anchoring me to the present moment.

I can feel the weight of his body pressed against mine, a comforting solidity that grounds me in reality. His unruly black hair tickles my cheek, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips pressed against my shoulder where my shirt has slipped slightly.

Alec emits a soft snuffle in his sleep as I gently begin to scratch his scalp, the motion soothing both him and me. His breath is warm against my skin, a gentle rhythm that lulls me back into a state of tranquility. 

He shuffles around as he begins to slowly slip from sleep, his brilliant blue eyes fluttering open, revealing a sleep-ridden expression that tugs at my heartstrings. There’s a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability that I've rarely seen in him before. And as his eyes meet mine, a flicker of recognition dances in their depths, as if he's just now realizing that I'm here, lying beside him. 

For a moment, we simply stare at each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between us. And then, slowly but surely, a small smile tugs at the corners of Alec's lips, a gesture so tender and genuine that it sends my heart soaring. 

Alec brushes the hair out of my face, his touch gentle, his fingers singing against my skin as if committing the moment to memory. I can feel the intensity of his gaze as he studies my face, his eyes searching for something, perhaps an answer to the question that lingers between us. 

And then, without warning, he moves forward, his face hovering just inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat as anticipation coils within me, every nerve in my body on edge with anticipation. 

And then, finally, his lips crash against mine in a kiss that sends shockwaves coursing through my veins. It’s everything I've ever imagined and more, his lips soft and plump against mine, fitting together with a perfect symmetry that feels like coming home. He rolls us from our sides so he’s leaving over me, his weight above me feeling right, perfect almost, as if we were always meant to be in this position. 

His kisses are a revelation, each one tasting of warmth and longing, a tantalising blend of sweetness and desire that leaves me breathless. I can feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, his warmth seeping into my skin and sending shivers racing down my spine. 

With every touch, every caress, I lose myself in the sensation of him, the feel of his lips against mine, the brush of his fingers against my skin. He smells of sandalwood and strawberries, a heady combination that fills my senses and leaves me intoxicated with desire. 

In this moment, with Alec pressed against me, every nerve in my body tingles with anticipation. It's as if the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us in our own little universe, bound together by the intensity of our connection.

But, just as our passion threatens to consume us, a quiet knock at the bedroom door shatters the fragile bubble we've created. Alec lets out a quiet groan, his head falling to my shoulder in frustration before he clears his throat and calls out, "One second!” 

As he climbs out of the bed to open the door slightly, I sit up, the sheets rustling around me, betraying the fact that Alec's not alone. My heart races with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, unsure of what awaits us on the other side of that door. 

And then, as Alec peers out into the hallway, his expression unreadable, I catch a glimpse of blond meaning it’s Jace standing in the corridor, his presence casting a shadow over our moment of intimacy. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realise that our time alone together may be coming to an abrupt end.

Alec hisses something to Jace before closing the door and turning back to me, his eyes raking up my body, blue eyes darkening before he’s shaking his head and asking, “Breakfast?” 

“Clothes then breakfast?”

“You can wear some of mine, then breakfast.” 

“Deal.” 

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

[the-ultimate-obsessive-fangirl]

Alec is completely emo like obviously everyone knows it but you ain't telling me that Magnus doesn't do his eveliner (actually all his makeup) for him whenever they go out anywhere and if you try to tell me that Alec doesn't paint his nails whenever Magnus does death will ensue. Alec embraces his full emo-ness when he's with Magnus. Magnus is Alecs safe space and I love it❤❤

[kasirose]

A bunch of gifsets of forehead touches rolled up on my dash the other day so of course my malec addled brain said drop everything else and draw them XD

version without the arms under the cut

[millyhelp]

For posts: @harleycao , @spectr3inl0ve , @sparklytoaster

Anons emojis: 🦦,🐿,🪼,💋

[bostcn]

okay i’m going to try this again ! i’m looking for some 1x1 partners to write on discord with ! i’m such a headcanon whore BUT also love doing replies of course. i have a tiny lil brain so my replies won’t be too long , but trust i am here for the long run ! i’m honestly just looking for someone who will have me refusing to close my laptop every other night because the hcs/muse/replies/all of the above is just flowing !

to make things a little easy i have a few wanted plots, a few wanted opposites, and a few fcs i want to play myself ! i’m gonna drop them all below the read more ! if anything about this post interests you please smack that like button or message me directly and i swear i’ll come bother you so quick !

+ please take a look at my rules before reading to see if we’re a good match !

WANTED PLOTS

daisy jones x billy dune situation pleaseee

childhood friends turned lovers with a lil angst in b/n

if we’re both single by a certain age pact

this lil plot about two people in witness protection having to act like a happy suburban couple

two folks who unintentionally had a baby and are figuring things out together

a lil con-artist falling for a victim moment

used to date , one of them went to jail , and now that they’re out the other muse is completely diff than what they were like before

a plot that would have so many deuxmoi blind items

flirting fluff kinda ! they’re plotting murder

WILD CARD ! we just come up with smth together

WANTED FC OPPOSITES

oliver jackson-cohen

oscar isaac

harry styles

aron piper

florence pugh

theo james

michael b jordan

paul mescal

daniel sharman

bruna marquezine

phoebe tonkin

bill skarsgard

adam dimarco

matthew daddario

anya taylor joy

jeremy allen white

tbh i’m down for anyone!

WANTED FCS

dakota johnson

camille rowe

francisco lachowski

alex fitzalan

zoe kravitz

barbara palvin

tamino amir

rosie huntington whiteley

blanca padilla

adriana lima

jasmine tookes

zoe kravtiz

also down to play your opposites!

[malec-ao3feed]

Malec smutty oneshots

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cRYEHCh by Ayana2570 A collection of smutty, fithy, dirty oneshots. All featuring Malec in some form. Most (if not all) will be AU stories. These characters dont belong to me - they beling to Cassandra Clare and Freeform. The looks are inspired by Matthew Daddario and Harry Shum Jr. Originally this was written for Wattpad, but it was deleted without warning, so now i've decided to reupload it here. Ive unfortunately lost most of my work, but a kind soul had taken pictures of my stories and sent it to me, so im currentlt rewriting them. They will be oploaded as fast as possible. Every chapter will have triggerwarnings for that exact chapter Words: 3543, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Gay Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cRYEHCh

[seudxnimx]

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Elijah Brandon Thomas AGE: 33+ BIRTHDAY: Sometime in April ZODIAC: Aries GENDER: Male PRONOUNS: He/Him ORIENTATION: Demisexual/Aromantic (male leaning) OCCUPATION: Owner of book/coffee shop (supernatural aspect) ETHNICITY: White

FAMILY.

PARENTS: Marie Thomas(Deceased by OD), Jacob Thomas(Deceased by Elijah) SIBLINGS: None PET(S): None

PHYSICAL.

FACE CLAIM(S): Matthew Daddario EYE COLOR: Hazel: (brown/green) HAIR COLOR: Brown/Black HEIGHT + WEIGHT: 6’3 & 235 lbs TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: None SKIN DETAILS: Light freckles across his nose, hairy chest and thick happy trail. No sensitivity. More of a warm olive tone to it. HAIR DETAILS: Thick and curly but the curls flatten out to fluff after a day or so. SCARS: Cigarette burns on his forearms, cane marks on the back of his thighs, needle pokes on the inside of his elbows and on the tops of his feet, a stab wound scar over his right ribs, knuckles are littered with light scars. SCENT: Strong of coffee and tea, some sweet undertones but mostly like a fresh new book and an expensive brew of coffee.

MENTAL.

AILMENTS: Anger and control issues, commitment issues (not cheating but more he’s afraid of it), emotionally distant. INTELLIGENCE: Despite teaching himself from a young age he’s incredibly smart through getting his own education through books and left over or donated college textbooks. DISPOSITION: Cold and standoffish LIKES: Coffee, tea, books, music, quality time, educated conversation, open minds, ocean waves, daydreaming… DISLIKES: Cops, snobs, cheap tea, raw fish, assumptions, greed, drugs (minus weed), addicts, selfish people… HOBBIES: Working and reading, opening up time for a scene or two. FEARS: Needles, his own anger.

MISC.

MBTI: Logistician. ISTJ-A/T. WARDROBE: Fitted jeans, plain t shirts or button downs, Vans or combat boots with his waist apron when he’s working. A hoodie during the colder seasons. MUSIC TASTE: Frank Sinatra, Classical, Oldies, Halsey, The Doors…

ABILITIES.

FAVORED WEAPON(S): A knife or himself WEAPON SKILLS: 7/10 COMBAT SKILLS: 7/10 THREAT LEVEL: 8/10 RELIABILITY: 9/10 (if he’s close) CHARISMA: 5/10 INTUITION: 8/10 CONTROL: 4/10

[tamarastevie]

Happier

Pairing - Matthew Daddario x Reader.

A/N - lmfao hi guys!! i apologise for disappearing on you like that! i just kinda got over matt, i suppose. but this was sitting in my drafts for ages, and i wanted to finish it! feel free to drop in a request for billy hargrove, i’ll do my best to write it! this was heavily inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Happier. I’m sorry for the angst!

Words - 1474.

Matthew was walking down the street when he saw his gorgeous ex-girlfriend walking into a bar with another man. He let out a deep sigh and entered the same bar since he was meeting his friend, Dominic Sherwood there.

It’s been a month since Y/N and Matthew separated. His work was getting the best of him and he was letting all of his frustration and exhaustion out on her. She wasn’t an angel either; her family issues were getting the best of her too. With her parents constantly pressuring her to get good grades, and get a decent job all while irritating her to talk to Matt about getting married and settling down.

Eventually all of these unspoken things brought their relationship to a downfall. Their relationship didn't end the nicest way possible. The two were screaming at each other at the top of their lungs, until finally, Matthew stormed off from Y/N's flat, and never returned.

The two haven't seen each other since. At least, until now. Y/N hadn't acknowledged Matthew's presence, since she didn't see him. As soon as he saw her enter, he fled to a nearby ally. He dialled up Dominic's number and awaited for him to answer, "Come on! Pick up you fucker!" he let out a sigh of relief after his friend answered on the third ring, "Dude, what's up? Where are you?" his friends British accent was heard through the phone.

Matt scratched the back of his neck "I-I'm not sure I can go in," he stuttered. Even though he couldn't see it, Dom's brows rose in surprise, "Why not?" Just as Matthew was about to explain himself, Dom spoke again, "Oh my god, dude. Your ex just walked in," the brunette was nodding until he realised his friend couldn't see him nod over the phone, "Yeah, exactly. That's why I don't think I can go inside. Things didn't end the best between us, as you remember all too well."

Dominic shook his head, "Look, whatever happened is in the past. You both are adults and should be able to be under the same roof without tearing each other's heads off. Come in, I'll buy you a beer, and we'll be fine, okay?" Matt let out a sigh of defeat before saying he'll be right there. He hung up and walked back to the entrance of the bar.

Upon entering, a doorbell at the top of the doorframe rang. Nobody really heard it as it was swallowed by the sounds of 80's rock music. The bar was known for its old-timey style. They even had a jukebox, just for show though. It wasn't even plugged in.

There were sets of different tables across the space between the entrance and the bar itself. They were all the same style, but different colour. The core was the same, metallic, round tables that being prepped up by a long neck that was spilt into four at the floor. All the chairs were metallic as well, but they were cushioned.

It also had booths. The booths were more deluxe looking. Wooden brown pressed up against same colour walls. The cushions were a lighter shade of brown. The dark tables were also pushed up against the walls.

Matthew spotted his friend immediately. Dominic was seated on a high bar stool, a beer already in hand and another one placed on a coaster on the table. He walked up to his pal and patted him on the back. Dominic smiled brightly and gave Matt a welcoming hug.

Dominic gestured towards the cold beer standing on the table, indicating it was for his friend. Matthew smiled and thanked his friend for getting him his favourite, promising to repay him with a tequila shot. The blonde tried to wave his friend off, saying it was okay, but the boy shook his head, already ordering two shots.

The two spent most of the time drinking the night away, hiding their sorrows in massive amounts of liquor. And it was working fantastically. At least, it did, until Matt's gaze wandered over the bar and his dark eyes landed on the girl who broke his heart no longer than three months ago.

She was laughing and he head was thrown up. She only did this when she was truly and genuinely laughing. His features softened at the sight of her, and he smiled. Until his gaze moved right and he saw the source of her laughter. His stare hardened and his smile disappeared, being replaced with a frown. His eyes were fixated on the man, thinking that if he'd look hard enough, he'd burn a hole through the man and make him disappear.

Dominic had to pull Matthew away by force, turning his head back to the bar, where he had another shot placed for the two. Matt downed it within seconds, loving the burn in his throat, as it distracted him. Sadly, the distraction didn't last long. Soon enough, Dominic went off with some red-headed girl that hit on him, leaving Matt alone. He waved Dom off when he gave the brunette an apologetic look while being pulled away from the scene.

Matt let his eyes wander once again to Y/N. She seemed so much happier now. Her eyes have regained their shine. Her smile was reaching to her eyes once again, her straight toothed smile dazzling everyone who looked her way.

Looking at her reminded him of all their good times together. How wide their smiles were. How happy they once were. Now? Now, her smile was wider when she was with her new guy. How happier she seemed. Matthew smiled sadly, looking at the couple.

He knew he had to get out before he broke down in front of the crown of strangers in the bar. He quickly paid his fare and left the place. He called an Uber and waited for it outside. He was afraid of returning to his flat, but he had no other place to go to.

Once at home, he realised how everything reminded him of Y/N. Every place he looked, he saw her. On his dark brown couch they were once cuddled on. He saw the two of them, she was being pressed up against him, arms around his waist while his was around her shoulders. They were watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

Now the couch felt cold. And empty. He hated sitting there now. Instead, he always sat in the corner of the room, avoiding everything in his place. The place that he once felt so happy in, now broke him with every glance.

Another memory flashed in his eyes. This time the two were cooking together, and Matthew accidentally cut Y/N with a knife. It was a small nick, but he apologised profusely nonetheless. Even after Y/N reassured him that she was fine, he kept going. "Nobody hurts you like I hurt you," he looked at her. "But nobody loves you like I do," he smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Time went on, and he tried moving on, and leaving without her, but he couldn't. All of his friends kept telling him that he'll move on with someone new as well too. But he tried, he tried going on dates, tried dating apps, but to no avail. Nothing worked, he couldn't get Y/N out of his head.

He wanted to message her so badly. Tell her how much he missed her, how much he needed her back in his life, in his arms, but he couldn't. He kept telling himself how happier she is now. He didn't want to ruin that for her. So he did what he thought would be best.

Matthew decided to wait.

He was going to wait until her new lover broke her heart. And if he won't, he'll keep waiting anyway. Matthew didn't want someone else. He couldn't bring himself to get over Y/N. He was still in love with her. He adored her in every way possible and he couldn't live without her.

Just the thought of her not going back to him if he ever decided to reach out to her broke him. He was so afraid to face the truth so he ran from it. Whenever someone asked him about his love life, he said he was waiting for the right time to ask. He never mentioned what he was going to ask.

And that's how he spent the rest of his life. Waiting. For the right moment to message her again. For the moment that her new lover would break her heart and he'd be there to mend it. He didn't know if such a moment would come, but he wasn't going to give up on her. He was going to keep on waiting, even if it meant forever.

[closedmadness]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

summary: you and alec hated each other — or at least, pretended to in front of everyone. behind the scenes, however, you two are insanely in love with each other

pairings: alec lightwood x male reader

warnings → fluff & nsfw・swearing・fake arguments・make-out session・blowjob・anal penetration・slight possessive alec

a/n: please i didn’t mean for this to be short nsfw but my fingers moved on its own✋😭 it was supposed to be just cute, fluffy and sweet💀

“you can’t tell me that it wasn’t your fault we failed our mission today.” alec’s voice boomed in the institute as soon as all of you got home, irritation clear in his tone.

rolling your eyes, a sigh escaped your lips. you really don’t want to do this right now after that particularly bad, failed mission — a bunch of female mundanes swarmed over you while on duty, disturbing you and making you unable to guard over the demons that were wrecking havoc on that club itself. those females were a distraction; they wanted to get into your pants, thirty for some love from a incredibly good-looking man like you.

deciding not to deal with his crap as isabelle and jace scolded alec, you went to walk pass him before being stopped quickly with a grab on your arm. “i really don’t want to do this right now, lightwood.” you immediately said after turning around, refusing to let him talk first. “i feel responsible of this mission as much as it’s hard to believe that, and i don’t want you constantly nagging me about it.”

“as you should.” he retorts with the same cold, emotionless face he always plastered on. “and of course, i will nag you about it, it was an important mission! we got to kill those demons but we didn’t get to find out their intention.”

you scrunched your brows together, “why didn’t you ask any of them when those mundanes were crowding over me? i’m sure you had plenty of chances.” eyes glinting with suspicion, you stepped forward towards him. “or maybe you just didn’t want to do anything so you could frame me on the failed mission.” you accused.

alec’s brows furrowed and his lips curved upside down in a frown at that. he narrowed his eyes, offended and upset. “you’re accusing me now? great, (y/n)! of course, you would find a way to accuse me somehow!” he exclaimed sarcastically.

you scoff and rolled your eyes, done with his bullshit before storming off the heart of the institute towards your room.

“seriously, alec?” isabelle gives her brother a look, hands resting on her hips, but all the male lightwood did was glare at her and storm off as well.

she didn’t know why you and alec are always on each other’s throats; it’s almost as if you’d kill each other when left alone together, there isn’t even any clear reason you two should hate each other yet you still do. it’s probably because of the feud between maryse and your mother, but even then, she still did not understand. in her eyes, alec was longing for your touches and just you in general, yet he’s pushing you away. isabelle has been wanting the both of you to get along — though, it might be the hardest one to achieve.

jace and clary glanced at each other, knowing how she feels about this whole feud thing. “they’ll come around soon, izzy.” the former comforts, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“yeah, let’s just believe in them.” clary joins, taking up the space opposite jace. “you know what they say; the more you hate, the more you love. who knows? they might actually get along someday.” she tried her best to cheer up, which worked miraculously as isabelle reveals a smile.

perhaps, she should be patient as the universe works in its own wonderful ways. all these small, petty arguments are getting tiring and she just hopes something will change for the better.

walking down the hallway leading up to your room, alec looks around first cautiously and makes sure no one’s witnessing anything before eventually stopping in front of your door.

it was already unlocked, with you peeking from the tiny bit of space between, grinning up at him. alec smiled and assured you there was no one around, which made you open the door wide and pull him in. giggling together, he closed the door behind him and made sure to lock it as you captured his lips on yours, cupping his face with both hands.

he smiled into the kiss, moving to wrap his arms around your waist while yours wrapped around his neck, pulling each other close. feeling a gentle squeeze on your butt, you took that as a signal to jump and wrap your legs around him, alec not missing a beat to catch you. with lips still attached together, alec moved to sit on the bed, his hands beginning to roam around your body. breaking the kiss to catch your breath, he took it as an opportunity to run his lips and tongue across your neck, licking, sucking and biting. you moaned, tilting your head back to give him more access.

“alec...” you whimpered breathlessly as he sucked harshly on your skin, creating a pretty visible hickey. “they will- don’t make one where they can see it.” complaining, you slipped your fingers through his soft hair but didn’t stop him from continuing his work.

he hums, the vibration making you shiver. “you can always cover it, (y/n). i know you like it when i leave my mark on you.” he mumbled against your skin, tightening his hold. a moan once again leaves your lips when he bit on your sweet spot, the blissful sound making him groan and slip his hand in the back of your pants. “you know today was not your fault, right?” he suddenly whispers, staring into your (e/c) eyes that never failed to make him lost.

you stared back at his hazel eyes, nodding your head and resting your forehead against his. “of course, darling. i never meant anything i’ve said either.”

this is always what you did — argue, act like enemies, be nasty, throw insults at one another, speak with distaste in the front, but once behind the closed doors, you apologize to each other and make sure the other didn’t take it to their heart, as well as show love, so you’d be reassured of everything.

alec smiles, his eyes shining with admiration and love. oh, how angelic he looked with that smile of his. only you could see him so soft.

“truth is, i couldn’t ask the demons because i was focused on you.” he admitted, looking down for a second before returning his gaze on you. “those mundanes,” distaste filled his tone at the mention of those creature, “had no right to touch you like that. acting like you’d sleep with them, be their man.” his lips pouted at the thought as jealousy clouded his chest.

chuckling, you pecked his lips when found his jealousy cute. “alec, darling, you know i’m only gonna do that with you. i’m completely yours.” talking with a loving tone, your fingers played with his hair that always made him feel good.

alec smiled in fondness and gently pulled you by the back of your head, capturing your lips in yet another heated kiss. you bit on his bottom lip, erupting a groan from him as he pushed the jacket off of your shoulders, it falling on the floor along with your black shirt. alec only ever broke the kiss when he removed his jacket and shirt, and quickly smashed his lips back on yours, tongue slipping in smoothly and exploring your mouth, fighting against your own wet muscle for dominance.

he then flipped you both to lay your back on the soft mattress, never breaking the kiss as his hand ran across your chest and abs, tracing every bit of your body. you moaned into the kiss when he palmed your cock through the thick layer of pants.

“mhm, alec...” calling his name breathlessly, you unconsciously buckled your hips onto his hand, trying to get some sort of stimulation.

alec groaned in arousal at your reaction, quickly unzipping your pants and tugging it off of you along with your boxers. a cool of air hit your manhood as soon as it was released, making you shiver, eyes closing in response.

the lightwood took his time to admire you completely; your eyes glistening with lust, lips swollen from all the kissing, chest rising up and down with every breath you take, fully naked, presenting yourself to him without shame or hesitation. no matter how many times he looked at every part of you, you never ceased to take his breath away. it was sort of amusing, how even after all this time you still have him wrapped around your finger and willingly refusing to ever unwrap.

god, he’s so lucky to have you.

alec starts kissing your chest downwards slowly until it reached your hard erection, laying a peck on the tip which had you twitching. giving your tip a kitten lick, his hand pumped your cock painfully slow as you whimpered. he licked off the dripping precum before fully taking you in, the walls of his mouth rubbing against your shaft making you moan and throw your head back, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head. he didn’t stop until he took all the way in and starts to bob his head upwards and backwards, twirling his wet muscle skillfully on your shaft while doing so, keeping his gaze fixed on you.

you gripped the sheets tightly until your knuckles turned white, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you like a tsunami as an uncontrollable moans escaped your lips. “fuck, alec! t-that feels so good.” you praised, arching your back to get more stimulation.

alec kept you in place with his hands as he continued sucking you off, the bulge in his pants implying his intense arousal upon the delicious sight in front of him. his cock was painfully hard underneath that thick fabric.

saliva as well as your precum dripped his chin, but he couldn’t careless as he only wanted you to feel amazing. and indeed, you were feeling just that.

he could see your legs quiver in the corner of his eyes. you were close, he could feel it by your cock twitching and pulsating in his mouth. an all too familiar feeling builds in the pit of your stomach as tears blurred your vision, your mind reminding you how close you are to your climax. “ohhh, fuck! alec! i’m close- aghhh!”

“cum for me, (y/n).” alec speaks, and although it was muffled due to your cock still buried between his lips, you understood. he fastened his pace, slowly sending you over the edge until finally, you let out a loud moan of his name as white seeds shoots out from your cock in his mouth. your hips jerked while you ride out your orgasm, his lips still wrapped around the manhood in an attempt to swallow everything that spills out of it.

he then released your cock from his mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and hovered above your panting body again, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. you could taste yourself along with his saliva as your wet muscles danced together lazily.

a shaky sigh leaves his lips after feeling how painfully hard he was and finally moved to remove the rest of his clothes, pants and boxers altogether — his hard-on springing up as he released a relieved sigh from the freeness. his pants were getting too tight with his as-hard-as-a-rock manhood inside.

“alec,” you breathlessly called, bringing your hands up to cup his face. “go ahead and put it in. i want you now.”

“but without preparation-”

“it will hurt, i know.” you cut him off, giving him an assuring look. “we did it yesterday, it’ll be okay. please, just fuck me right now,” you placed your lips just above his ear, “show me those mundanes aren’t better than you.”

“you really...” he growled. you really knew how to rile him up.

without a warning, he slammed his cock into you in just one go and ripped out a scream from your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the sudden feeling of being filled with his thick shaft.

thrusting his hips, alec groaned at the warm feeling of your tight hole around him and kissed your collarbone to muffle his own noises while his ears are blessed with your constant whines, moans and whimpers.

“shit, ah! alec! more!” you desperately whined, hips moving on its own to meet with his rhythmic thrust.

“fuck, (y/n)...” he grunted right into your ear, making you shudder.

his pace was fast and rough as he fucked you mercilessly into the mattress while leaving hickeys everywhere he can, angling his thrust so he’d perfectly hit your prostate. “you’re only mine. no mundanes, or shadowhunters, or downworlders can get to lay their hands on you but me. i’m the only one who get to fuck you like this...” his words went straight to your already hard-enough cock, arousing you even further.

it’s always hot whenever alec gets possessive over you, and you loved that.

“oh my god, alec— right there!” you moaned, now tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. his thrust starts to get sloppy as both of you near the edge, you could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside your hole.

it took three harsh and hard thrust to completely throw you off as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, loud moans that sounded almost like a scream erupting from your throat, back arching and body squirming underneath him as white loads shoots out again from your manhood, landing on your exposed chest and stomach, cumming hard. your walls tightened around him while you cum and that was enough for alec to spill his hot seed inside you, filling you up good like always.

pulling out, he collapsed on the bed beside you, catching your breath together and slowly calming down from your high. “great thing your room is soundproof.” alec comments, making you both chuckle.

“yeah, that’s one thing i love about this room.” you laughed and he did as well before pulling you so you could rest your head on his chest, listening to his even and rhythmic heartbeat.

cleaning up can wait tomorrow. for now, you two wanted to cuddle up with each other knowing there has to be a lot of pretending again.

jace, isabelle, clary and magnus all sat exasperated on the couch as they watch you and alec go back and fourth over the cup and valentine, both arguing and insulting each other for about an hour now.

it’s a usual day, with you and alec hating the other using the sharpness of your tongues, but they were getting tired of this constant bickering and slight sexual tension that always rose in the air.

magnus had just recently discovered your hatred for each other and at first he found it amusing, but that soon turned into boredom when it became an occasional sight for him. though, he can admit that your tongue is sharper than alec’s and he’s impressed by that.

“valentine is a shadowhunter, alright? he’d be able to get the cup from here.” you argued, giving the lightwood a pointed look.

alec folded his arms, “not if we guard it.”

you raised your brows and a ‘really?’ look crossed your face. “have you forgotten that he killed thousands of shadowhunters and downworlders, or did you become so old that your memory gaps is getting worse?” he shot you a death glare at that, not liking the tone you use on him.

“okay so,” clary stands up, “why don’t you both just calm down and figure this out in a friendly way?” you and alec snapped your gaze towards her, eyes practically sending daggers. she held her hands up, “or maybe not. but can’t you just... uh- not fight, for once?”

“not my problem he’s irritating.” you retorted with arms folded above your chest.

alec rolled his eyes, “well, not my problem either that he’s annoying.” he exclaimed while his index finger pointed at you.

“you two look like an old married couple.” isabelle comments with a teasing smirk dancing on her lips. you and alec froze in your places and looked at her with unreadable expression before turning back at each other.

it felt good hearing that, since you two are dating.

the conversation were interrupted when maryse approaches, her hands fiddling with each other and a nervous look on her face.

you sighed, stepping away to walk out, but maryse quickly stops you when you walked pass her. “stay, please. this involves you, too.” confusion laced your face at that, but didn’t say anything as you stepped back.

“i know that the feud between (y/n)’s mother and i have caused some troubles within you, and we’re very sorry for that. we decided... it’s better to forget what happened between us rather than drag it down and have it affect all of you.” she turned around and gestured for someone to come, your mother walking up to her, their hand intertwining in a friendly manner as smiles coated their faces.

surprise filled everyone’s face, brows raising. “wait, does this mean you two are friends now?” isabelle asked.

your mother smiled, nodding her head. “we had a genuine conversation last night and found out we had more similarities than we thought we would.”

jace, clary and isabelle smiled at one another while magnus sipped on his drink, feeling quite happy for them. this meant you and alec had no reason to hate each other.

“so this isn’t a joke? you’re not pretending?” you asked, suspicion on both yours and alec’s face. they shook their heads and smiled.

you stared at them before turning to alec who looked back at you, silently conversing.

finally, a sigh leaves his lips as you simultaneously looked at the two mothers with a smile. “that’s a great news, mother. i hope you have fun together.” he congratulates, smiling. “now, (y/n) and i have somewhere else to go. i assume there won’t be any missions for today.”

surprise looks coated everyone’s faces and their eyes almost popped out of their sockets when you intertwined your hand with his. you waved at them, alec beginning to drag you two away.

“hold on a second, where are you going? and what does that mean?” jace quickly asked, pointing at your intertwined hands after he stood up from the couch.

“isn’t it obvious?” alec gives him a look, “we’re going on a date. now, make an effort not to interrupt us.” he continued to pull you.

“have fun with mom, mrs. lightwood!” you said with a smile before disappearing out with alec.

everyone still looked shocked.

“well, that took a turn.” magnus smirked, drinking his tequila.

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[xatheer-castielx]

Alec: *does absolutely nothing*

Magnus: Can you seriously be any more adorable?? Outrageous.

[primogyna]

Chapters: 24/24 Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV), The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Simon Lewis, Dorothea "Dot" Rollins, Clary Fray, Raphael Santiago, Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Wayland, Maryse Lightwood, Robert Lightwood Additional Tags: Songfic, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, Insecure Alec Lightwood, Blind Character, Magnus Bane Is A Freewheeling Bisexual, Bullying, Depression, Self-Harm, Drug Addiction, Smut, Sexual Content, Closeted Alec Lightwood, Actors, Theatre, High School, Awkward Crush, Homophobia, Biphobia, Racism, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Magnus Bane & Simon Lewis Friendship, Magnus Bane & Dorothea "Dot" Rollins Friendship, Abusive Parents, Mutual Pining, Romance, Teen Romance, Teen Angst, Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Hurt Magnus Bane, Protective Alec Lightwood, Domestic Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Fluff, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Supportive Magnus Bane, Insecure Magnus Bane, LGBTQ Themes, Homophobic Language, Falling In Love, Coming Out, Emotional Baggage, Unresolved Emotional Tension, AU, Blind Alec, HEA Summary:

Magnus Bane doesn't have a lot of friends, and he's not what people at Idris High would consider 'cool'. Recovering from a heartbreak and struggling with his anti-lgbt grandfather, he's trying to really focus on his acting hobby so he doesn't end up going back into the dark hole he had been on a few months earlier. Alec Lightwood, in the same year as Magnus, looks like a supermodel and comes from a very influent family of lawyers, which makes him a part of the popular gang in school. He lost his sight when he was 6, so he can't fully wrap his head around the fact that such a big part of his life in school is shaped by the way he looks; and it actually really annoys him sometimes. Alec's life is driven by rules and tradition, and he's okay with it, for the most part; however, he wants some independence, and while searching for it, he stumbles across Magnus, who's just as repulsed by other people's standards and expectations as him. They find themselves inevitably gravitating towards each other, but seeing is deceiving, and sometimes you need to look within to embrace what's right in front of you.

[soulofapatrick]

Broken Showers Aren't All Bad - Alec Lightwood x female reader

Summary: You use Alec's shower as yours is broken

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: none

Y/N’s POV

As I stumble back to the institute, my muscles aching and my clothes stained with sweat and demon ichor, I can’t help but feel a sense of exhaustion weighing heavily on my shoulders. The fight against the shax demons had been relentless, each blow and dodge taking its toll on my body and spirit. 

Dragging myself to my room, I’m grateful for the ensuite bathroom, the promise of a hot shower offering a small sliver of comfort amidst the chaos and danger that constantly surrounds us. But as I step into the shower and turn on the water, my relief quickly turns to frustration as the pipes splutter and the flow of water comes to an abrupt halt, leaving me standing there in disbelief.

With a groan of frustration, I pound my fist against the tiled wall, feeling a surge of pent-up anger and exhaustion bubbling to the surface. It's the last straw in a long line of setbacks and challenges, and I can't help but feel like I'm at the end of my rope. They said they had fixed my shower earlier today but it’s still fucked.

Desperate for a solution, I run through a mental checklist of every member of our group, trying to determine who might be willing to let me use their shower. Clary and Jace are out of the question—they're probably lost in each other's embrace, lost in their own world of love and passion. And Izzy, well, she doesn't know the meaning of privacy, likely to barge in without warning at any given moment.

That leaves Alec—the one person in our group who values his privacy above all else. It's a long shot, but I'm left with no other choice, especially as he’s out on a mission currently. 

As I tiptoe through the dimly lit corridors of the Institute, my heart races with anticipation and a tinge of nervousness. I know I shouldn't be doing this, sneaking into Alec's room while he's away on a mission, but my own shower has been malfunctioning for days, and I can't stand the thought of going another day feeling unkempt.

The door to Alec's room creaks softly as I push it open, praying that no one hears. Stepping inside, I quickly make my way to the bathroom, feeling a rush of relief wash over me as I shut the door behind me. The warm steam soon envelops me as I strip off my clothes and throw my towel aside, longing for the hot water. 

As I step into Alec's shower, the warmth envelops me like a comforting embrace, easing the tension that had been coiled tightly in my muscles. The steam fills the small space, wrapping around me like a gentle cloud, washing away the lingering remnants of fear and adrenaline from the encounter with the shax demons.

I close my eyes, letting the water cascade over me, each droplet a soothing caress against my skin. The scent of Alec's shampoo and soap fills the air, a familiar and comforting aroma that helps to ground me in the present moment.

With each passing second, the tension begins to melt away, replaced by a sense of relaxation and relief. The hot water works its magic, easing the ache in my limbs and soothing the bruises that litter my body from the fight. 

I tilt my head back, letting the water cascade over my face, feeling the weight of the day's events slowly lift from my shoulders. In this moment, there is nothing but the sensation of warmth and cleanliness, a temporary reprieve from the chaos and danger that constantly surrounds us. 

As I stand under the warm cascade of water in Alec's shower, a sense of tranquility washes over me, momentarily banishing the worries and fears that had plagued me earlier. But as the sound of footsteps approaches the door, my heart lurches in my chest, and panic sets in like a suffocating wave.

Alec’s footsteps are unmistakable—steady and purposeful, devoid of the usual warmth or joviality. My mind races with the worst-case scenarios, imagining his stern expression and sharp reprimands as he discovered me here, intruding upon his private space and using his stuff. 

With trembling hands, I reach for the shower curtain, hastily pulling it closed around me as if it could shield me from the impending confrontation. My breath comes in shallow gasps, the steamy air feeling suddenly stifling as I await Alec's inevitable discovery.

The moment the bathroom door creaks open, my heart feels as though it’s lodged in my throat, and I shrink back against the tiled wall, desperately trying to make myself as small as possible on instinct. Through the opaque curtain, I can vaguely make out Alec’s silhouette, his presence looming like an impending storm. 

“Who’s there?” His voice pierces through the heavy silence, sharp and authoritative, sending a shiver down my spine. 

I swallow hard, my throat feeling dry and constricted. "It's me," I manage to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper, my words muffled by the fabric of the curtain. 

Alec’s footsteps draw nearer, and I can feel the weight of his gaze boring into me, even through the barrier of the shower curtain. Every nerve in my body is on high alert, bracing for the inevitable backlash of his discovery. 

“What are you doing here?" His voice carries a note of incredulity, mixed with a hint of confusion.

I bite my lip, my mind scrambling for an explanation, any excuse that could possibly justify my presence here. "My shower... it's broken," I stammer out, my words coming out in a rushed tumble, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

There’s a moment of tense silence, broken only by the sound of water cascading from the showerhead. I brace myself for Alec's anger, fully expecting a sharp rebuke for my audacity. 

But, to my surprise, when Alec finally speaks, his voice carries a note of understanding, his tone softer than I had anticipated. "Well, I suppose you can finish up here," he says, his words tinged with a hint of amusement.

Relief floods through me like a tidal wave, and I let out a shaky breath, feeling the tension in my muscles slowly begin to ebb away. 

As I finish my shower, hastily drying off with a fluffy towel, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach as I realise my oversight—I forgot to bring clean clothes with me. With a frustrated sigh, I wrap the towel tightly around my body, hoping it provides at least some semblance of modesty as I prepare to face the inevitable embarrassment of leaving Alec's bathroom in just my towel.

Steeling myself for the inevitable, I take a deep breath and push open the bathroom door, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I step into the room beyond. My eyes dart nervously around the familiar surroundings, searching for any sign of Alec's presence.

And then,  I see him—standing by the window, his back turned to me, his gaze focused intently on something outside. Relief floods through me at the sight, grateful for the temporary reprieve from the awkwardness of the situation.

But as if sensing my presence, Alec turns, his eyes widening in surprise as they travel the length of my body, lingering for a moment longer than is strictly necessary. A flush of crimson creeps into his cheeks, and he quickly averts his gaze, clearing his throat in a feeble attempt to disguise his embarrassment. "Uh, sorry," he mumbles, his voice slightly hoarse, his eyes fixed resolutely on the floor. "I didn't realise you were... uh... here.”

I swallow hard, feeling the heat rise to my own cheeks as I struggle to find the right words to break the awkward silence that hangs between us. "I, uh... forgot to bring clean clothes," I mumble sheepishly, feeling like a fool for my forgetfulness.

Alec nods awkwardly, his cheeks still tinged with a faint blush. "Right," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, um... I can, uh, go get you something to wear... if you want.”

Instead of leaving the room to head to mine he moves to his chest of drawers, searching for something for me to wear. I feel a mix of gratitude and nervous anticipation, never expecting Alec to share his clothes with me let alone his shower. When he returns with a black t-shirt in hand, I accept it with a grateful smile, clutching it tightly against my chest as I wait for him to realise that he needs to turn away.

For a moment, Alec seems to falter, his gaze lingering on me expectantly until the realisation dawns on him. With a slight cough, he quickly averts his eyes, turning away to give me the privacy I need to pull the shirt over my head. As I slide the shirt on, I'm struck by how it drapes loosely over my frame, reaching down to mid-thigh and resembling more of a short dress than a typical t-shirt. The fabric is soft against my skin, imbued with Alec's scent, a comforting reminder of his presence.

When Alec finally turns back around, his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of me in his shirt, his gaze lingering on the way it hugs my curves and falls to the length of my thighs. A faint blush creeps into his cheeks once again, but this time, there's a hint of something else in his expression—a mixture of admiration and something deeper, more intimate.

"You, uh, look good in that," he stammers out, his voice slightly hoarse, his eyes flickering uncertainly as they meet mine.

I can't help but smile at his awkward attempt at a compliment, feeling a warmth spread through me at the genuine sincerity in his words. "Thanks," I reply softly, feeling a flutter of excitement in the pit of my stomach at the realisation that Alec's gaze lingers on me a moment longer than necessary, his eyes filled with a warmth that sends a shiver down my spine.

As I stand there in Alec's room, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air, I can't shake the feeling of reluctance that settles in the pit of my stomach. Despite the lingering warmth of Alec's gaze and the newfound connection between us, I know that I can't stay here forever.

With a soft sigh, I muster up the courage to break the silence, clearing my throat awkwardly as I glance towards the door. "I should probably get back to my room," I say softly, the words feeling heavy on my tongue.

Alec nods in understanding, his expression unreadable as he steps aside to let me pass. "Yeah, of course," he replies, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

As I make my way towards the door, a pang of regret washes over me, aching in my chest like a physical weight. Part of me had hoped that Alec would stop me from leaving, that he would reach out and pull me back into his embrace, unwilling to let me go.

But as I glance back over my shoulder, Alec's expression remains stoic and unreadable, his gaze fixed resolutely on the floor. With a heavy heart, I push open the door and step out into the hallway, the sound of it closing behind me echoing in the silence.

As I return to my room, the echoes of Alec's presence still lingering in my mind, I quickly slip on a pair of panties before reaching for the black t-shirt he lent me. With a momentary pang of guilt, I peel off the shirt, feeling a sense of loss as I momentarily remove the comforting fabric from my skin.

But the need for cleanliness overrides my reluctance, and I hastily pull on a clean bra before slipping Alec's shirt back over my head, the familiar fabric enveloping me once again in its warmth. Bringing the collar to my nose, I inhale deeply, breathing in the scent of Alec that lingers there, a mixture of soap and sweat and something uniquely him.

Lost in the comforting embrace of Alec's shirt, I'm startled by a sudden knock at my door, the sound jolting me back to reality. Swinging the door open, expecting to see Izzy, my breath catches in my throat as it’s Alec standing there instead. His expression is wrought with anxiety and before I can even utter a word of inquiry, he closes the gap between us in two swift strides, his hands reaching out to cup my face in a surprisingly gentle yet urgent grip. 

The world seems to tilt on its axis as Alec's lips crash against mine, stealing the breath from my lungs and sending my heart into a frenzied rhythm. His kiss is passionate and breathless, a whirlwind of emotions and desires unleashed in a single moment of raw vulnerability. 

I'm momentarily stunned, my mind struggling to catch up with the sudden turn of events. But as Alec's lips move fervently against mine, a surge of warmth floods through me, melting away any doubts or reservations I may have had.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer, losing myself in the intoxicating sensation of his touch. His hands are rough and calloused against my skin, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips as they trail a fiery path along my jawline and down my neck.

In that moment, there is nothing else but Alec and me, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of passion and longing. The world outside fades away, replaced by the electric intensity of our connection as we become entangled in each other's embrace.

And as Alec finally pulls away, his chest heaving with exertion, I'm left breathless and exhilarated, a million thoughts and emotions swirling through my mind. “Do it again,” I s all I can breathe, Alec’s response immediate and impassioned. With a hunger that matches my own, he presses me against the nearest wall, his lips claiming mine with a fervour that leaves me dizzy with desire. In that moment, it feels as though we're the only two people in the world, lost in the intensity of our connection.

His hand finds its way to my bare thigh beneath his shirt, hitching my leg around his waist, pulling me impossibly closer as if he can't bear to be apart from me even for a moment longer. The sensation of his touch sends a shiver of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both. Every caress, every kiss feels like an affirmation of the bond between us, a silent promise of things to come.

But our stolen moment of passion is abruptly interrupted by the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat. Reluctantly, we break apart, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we turn to find Izzy standing in the doorway of my room, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

"Welllllll" she says, her voice laced with amusement. “Sorry to interrupt this but I need to steal Y/N,” she adds with a wink, "you two can continue this later. Preferably with the bedroom door closed this time.”

I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position, burying my face in Alec’s shirt who's gaze remains unwavering as he meets Izzy's teasing grin with a smirk of his own.

“Later Izzy," he replies smoothly, his tone laced with amusement. “10 more minutes.”

With that Izzy snorts and closes the door on her way out, a fond smile on her face and Alec pulling me into his arms, a hug that has me nuzzling into the crook of his neck not sure what this is between us. 

“I never thought I’d be happy about a broken shower.” 

“Me neither.”

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[beomie-rabbit]

Shadowhunters rewatch delayed due to bonfire night which I hope you all enjoyed 😘😘

Shadowhunters rewatch 2x13

I really enjoyed this scene, it was one of the best things to happen in this scene (the other is Alberto singing and Maia and Izzy being amazing) even though the lead up to this scene is pure angst, I still love it

Close up on the kids if anyone needs it🥰🥰🥰💜💙

[pastelwitchling]

A malec one-shot to celebrate Magnificent Bane’s birthday! (If you’ve read the books, you’ll get that reference) 🌹

If you liked reading this even a little bit, please reblog instead of just liking (and comment if you can!), it always helps so much and it means a lot 🎄

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               Magnus turned to gold in the sunlight peeking through the curtains. Alec smiled as he gently ran his fingers down his husband’s jaw, his wedding band glistening in the morning rays. My husband. Alec couldn’t believe he got to call him that, that he got to have Magnus Bane in that way.

               He brought his hand down Magnus’s side, exhaling shakily at the feel of the warlock’s soft, warm skin, his strong muscles pliant to Alec’s touch even in his sleep. Alec wrapped an arm around Magnus’s waist, and pulled him in against his chest.

               Magnus stirred in his hold, and Alec’s grin widened as he inhaled the warlock’s scent.

               “Good morning,” Magnus sighed, his breath hot against Alec’s chest.

               “Morning,” Alec whispered, and kissed Magnus’s forehead. “Happy birthday.”

               Magnus looked up, smiling sleepily. “Thank you.”

               Alec wondered if his husband knew that gold specs danced across the dark of his eyes when he was happy. He wondered if anyone knew, and felt a sense of pride that he may have been the only one.

               A few months ago, Alec would’ve been daunted at the prospect of Magnus’s birthday, to know that the man he loved had aged another year, older and wiser than Alec. But now that they were to share their lives together, Alec found himself only excited at being the one to celebrate Magnus’s birthday with him. Being the one to wake up and fall asleep with him, to touch him, to kiss him, to lie in bed with him, to hear him laugh. Being the one to be loved by him.

               “We should get up soon,” Alec mumbled.

               “Should we?” Magnus said, and Alec gasped as he felt Magnus’s fingers against his stomach, scratching along the trail of hair there. “Because I had other plans.”

               Alec bit his lower lip as Magnus cupped his cheek with his other hand. He pressed a kiss to Magnus’s palm, digging his nails into the warlock’s back. “Magnus…”

               “Yes, Alexander?” Magnus whispered, their lips brushing against one another.

               “I love you.”

               Magnus smiled softly, and pecked Alec’s lips. “I love you, too.”

               Alec huffed and brought a hand around the nape of Magnus’s neck, pulling him in.

***

I know this isn’t rnm related, and I’ve never posted a malec fic before, but I am a loyal part of the Shadowfam, and Magnus Bane is one of my favorite literary and cinematic characters of all time (second ONLY to Harry Potter). Happy birthday, Magnus Bane. Though I still have you in the books, it is the Shadowhunters version I had initially fallen in love with, and I miss you terribly every single day. I love you. I hope you’re having a day as magical as you ✨

[malecmidnights]

All’s well that ends well to end up with you.

As to be expected, over the centuries that Magnus Bane has lived, he’s felt many an emotion. Pain, longing, heartbreak, joy, love, hate. Some would be inclined to say he’d felt every emotion humanly impossible, though he chooses to disagree. He’s always discovering new levels of his own subconscious, venturing into new feelings that unveil themselves with circumstances. He’d felt fear before, but nothing like he felt when he saw Alexander with an arrow in his chest. He’d felt joy before, but nothing like he felt when Alexander declared him his husband. Alexander, the source of so much welcomed change, so many smiles, so many laughs.

It’s here, in this moment, that an emotion settles throughout his body, one completely unknown. It’s like his stomach settles after centuries of churning, his eyes close without the thought of keeping one open, his fingers relax and grip onto a hand rather than curling and uncurling- readying his magic.

It’s peace- completely unadulterated, unapologetic peace . The moment itself is nothing too out of the ordinary, he’s reclined on the sofa, his head pillowed on Alec’s chest, both their eyes closed but neither sleeping. The sound of his lovers beating heart ricocheting around his head like the worlds sweetest melody, the outdoor world muffled by the soft music floating through the loft, every point of contact of their bodies heightened by the sheer need to be close. Here, he has no worries, no regard for anything separate from the pair. Here, it’s like the world could burst into flames and he’d be immune, probably wouldn’t even notice, would just burrow further into the comfort of his husbands arms.

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Malec dance scene:

Alec: *spins Magnus gracefully, catches him in his arms and dips him, staring down into his beautiful brown eyes, watching with bated breath as they morph into those perfect golden cat eyes that he loves, more than anything in the world*

Alec: "Magnus, you're the love of my life, there'll never be another for me, marry me?"

Magnus: *stares up into those impossibly beautiful Hazel eyes, seeing their entire future layed out. The surprise at Alec's graceful move melts away to replaced a soft, adoring expression as his stomach drops through the floor*

Magnus: "My heart knew you were the one for me before the rest of me did. You are my life, Alexander. Yes, yes, I'll marry you, because I know that I can't live without you."

Alec: *surprising Magnus all over again*

Alec: "Aku cinta kamu, Magnus."

Magnus: *lungs straining for air that won't come*

Magnus: "Aku lebih mencintaimu, sayang."

Alec: *dips his head, nosing Magnus' face up to press the softest kiss to Magnus' lips, his heart beating through his chest as Magnus takes his breath away, yet again*

Shumdario, practicing the Malec dance scene:

Matt: *dips Harry low, grinning with hope in his eyes*

Matt: "Did I do it right?"

Harry: *looks up at Matt with a pained wince*

Harry: "You're on my leg, asshole."