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[lemonluvgirl]

Gurl I think I know what I want to request if that’s ok 🥹 Have you ever written Katniss being whipped instead of Gale? If you have, please ignore this and kindly send me the link. 😂

If not, I’d love to read your take on it. 😍 Thank you! (And if you don’t want to write the prompt that’s totally ok too!).

Hello dear! Sorry it took me so long to answer this one! But I wanted to wait until I had the time and energy to write it properly!

Hopefully you'll like what I've come up with!

I’m roused from the useless stupor I had fallen into by the sound of her voice, speaking quietly in the kitchen. 

I sit up, ramrod straight on her living room couch, ears straining to hear her again. None of the horrible things I had been feeling, all the dark thoughts that had been burrowing around in my brain, wrapping themselves around me, tighter and tighter and making me nearly incoherent with pent up worry, exhaustion, and anger, can hold onto me anymore. They slide away at the sound of her awake and still able to speak. 

For a long while there I really thought that the girl who had survived the death of her father, starvation, an unknown arena, fireballs and trackerjackers, the careers and the mutts and countless other dangers would finally be overcome by the furious whip of a new Head Peacekeeper. 

I really thought we were going to lose her, when Delly had dragged me to the square, whispering frantically, ‘they caught her, Peeta, it's really, really, bad! You have to come quick!’ 

I really thought I was going to follow her to the grave, shot dead by a squad of armed peacekeepers because when I saw the back of her shirt torn and hanging open, her hands chained to the post, her head lolling half consciously, and her naked back, mutilated and bloody, carved open by the whip, I thought I would kill the man who had done it to her, without any regrets. 

But thankfully Haymitch stepped in, and saved us both. But not before Thread nearly killed her, and I openly defied him when I jumped in front of the whip to take the thirteenth lash, right across my face. 

“Prim’s fine, your mother’s fine. Everyone is safe.” Gale’s voice floats over from the kitchen. Deep and even, like he’s trying his best to be calm and reassuring. 

“And Peeta?” Her voice cracks a little on my name. Everything inside me snaps to attention, and I’m halfway off the couch before I realize walking in on their private moment would be a really dick move right now. So I force myself to be still. 

Gale’s tone is low, with that same chest deep rumble that accompanies almost all his conversation, but his voice is still audible.

“He’s okay too.” It’s said without inflection, or emotion. Like he’s trying to be very matter-of-fact about it. I wonder if it pains him to be asked about me. I wonder if he understands that she asks from a place of reluctant friendship, and not-

“Where is he? Did—did they whip him? Arrest him?” My thoughts are interrupted by her erratic sounding questions. I think I half imagine the rising concern I hear in her voice, but then—

“No—well, just the once, but-” Gale starts to explain but she cuts him off, as if no longer listening. 

“Peeta?” Her voice is louder now, sharp, with a kind of panic that I’ve heard once before, in the arena. I can hear her clearly all the way in the living room. I imagine her turning her head frantically.

She sounds terrified, like when we split up to find food and both heard the sound of a cannon and thought the other had been killed. But really it was the red haired girl, the one who ate the poison berries by mistake, who had died. 

I’m halfway across the room in a heartbeat. Half panicked myself at the searching sound of her voice, and worried that she’ll hurt herself more if she distresses herself, and moves the wrong way. 

“Peeta!” She calls a second time, but I’m already by her side, my feet having made the decision while my brain was still processing why she was calling for me so desperately. 

Her face relaxes immediately, and the panic leaves her eyes. Up close she looks so small, and battered, laid out the smaller, and informal kitchen table way she is. Her feet just barely skim the edge of the table, and she has more than a foot of extra room on either side. But the space next to her is decidedly not as generous.

I’m practically side by side with Gale. Large man that he is, Gale has to shift to make room for me.

In the back of my head there’s a voice commenting on the tragic irony of it all. Me, displacing him because the bizarre and unpredictable circumstances of reapings have made me someone in her life, a strange kind of footnote, when really I never should have been a concern of hers at all. Him, giving way and making room, not because I’m anyone of real consequence, not when compared to him, but because he can’t bear to see her in any more pain or discomfort than she already is. 

Still, there is this moment where I matter enough for her to ask, and that alone is strangely comforting, and validating. Six months ago I probably wouldn’t have even been an errant thought in her mind. But jointly surviving a gladiatorial contest to the death, and then teaming up to deceive an entire nation with a made up love story does bring people together in strange and unpredictable ways. 

I know it won’t last long, this moment of fleeting concern. She’ll see I’m alive and she’ll settle down. She’ll ask for him again, or maybe she’ll just pass out. I’ll do the expected thing, the noble thing, and take my leave. The world will be right again. All of Gale’s fears and doubts will be soothed and forgotten. And I’ll be forgotten but that’s ok. Even if I’m left alone in my big cold, empty house, at least I’ll know she’s not alone. That someone who loves her is looking after her. 

“Shh, shh, Katniss. I’m ok. I’m alive. I’m right here.” The words tumble out, comforting and familiar, and second nature to me. It's exactly what I would have said if she were waking up from a particularly bad nightmare on the train. But this is no bad dream. Even though the deep, vicious stripes carved into the skin of her back could have been summoned out of my worst night terrors. 

Gale takes another, quick step away from us. It's reactive, like he’s stung by the familiarity, maybe even the intimacy in my tone. I feel a twinge of shame, and guilt for half a second before Katniss reclaims my full attention again. 

“Peeta.” She breathes my name in a whisper so full of relief that my heartbeat stutters irregularly in my chest, before settling back into a normal rhythm. I feel like I can breathe again, now that I can see her dark, silky eyelashes flutter against her olive cheeks with my own eyes, and hear the soft husky way she says my name with my own ears. She’s alive. She’s alive and she’s not locked up somewhere, or on a train to the Capitol right now. Something very wrong in my world has been set right, and an indescribably huge relief settles into my bones.

She lowers her head back down to rest against the dark grained wood of the table, and my fingers twitch, restless and automatically reaching for her, but I myself stop before they get too far.

It must be uncomfortable for her, lying on her front, I note distractedly.  She’s a side sleeper, and I wish I had thought to slip a towel or small pillow under her head when we were setting her down. Then I remind myself that it shouldn’t be my concern, her sleeping habits and her level of comfort. It's a vestige left over from the victory tour, the instinct to tend to her, see to her needs, to soothe with a touch or gesture. 

It feels wrong to think these things, to anticipate in my head what she would want or need, with Gale looking on. It’s not really my place, and now that the tour is over and we’re back to reality. I need to remember we’re just friends. At best. 

But then she goes and reaches for me all by herself, just stretches her hand in my direction like it's the most natural thing in the world. 

And again my body makes the decision for me before my brain can finish listing the repercussions this will cause. Because there’s no universe in which Katniss reaches for me and I don’t take her hand, regardless of any prevailing wisdom or propriety. 

“I thought I’d lose you for sure.” She whispers and I’m so stunned, all I can do is shake my head. She’s looking at me in a peculiar way. I wonder absently how much morphling they actually gave her. 

“No,” Is all I can think to say, gently, once I finally get a hold of my ability to speak. 

“You could have been killed. Stepping in like that.” She says, eyes locked on me, insistent, despite the odd angle of her looking up at me while lying stomach down on the table.

“I wasn’t. The only one who really got hurt was you.” I reply, disapproval bleeding through at the end, despite the knowledge that it would be disastrous to start an argument right now. 

And not just for her health. 

Something is happening right here, at this moment, something about the way she clutches my hand while she lies broken and bleeding on her kitchen table. Something oddly reminiscent of the way she had once looked at me when my fever was burning hot and furious inside my body when we were in the cave. 

A large part of me has been operating under the impression that that look I remembered was a hallucination on my part. A made up fever dream. Especially after the argument on the train tracks when we first came home. When she told me it was an act.

But now—now I can see it wasn’t just a wishful figment of my imagination. 

Katniss Everdeen really is looking at me right now like I’m something irreplaceable. Like I’m something she wants to protect. Something she couldn’t bear to lose. 

Which is ludicrous. Totally ridiculous. She’s probably high out of her mind. Driven nonsensical by pain and drugs.

But that look. And the way her lips are trembling.

“You’ve got to take better care of yourself.” She warns. 

I almost laugh. 

My world feels like it's been turned upside down again, just when I thought I had gotten it straightened out. There’s a riot inside of me. Inwardly I’m a frantic, hopeful, confused mess. But outwardly, I’m calm. 

“Look who’s talking.” I murmur, as I stroke her knuckle with my thumb. It’s almost absentminded but on some level I’m aware of it. I’m also aware of how inappropriate it is. But the need to comfort her is strong, so strong. I give her a reassuring smile. I remind myself she’s heavily medicated.

“You should rest.” I say, in as even a tone as I can manage, leaning in just a little to return her hand to the table. I’m not sure she should be stretching her arm out, or moving at all right now. I’m undoubtedly sure I shouldn’t be touching her like I’ve been, with her—whatever he is, in the room. 

But when I turn in Gale’s direction to get an accurate assessment of just how badly I’ve overstepped my bounds, and fucked everything up, Katniss’ voice overrides my surprise at seeing we’re alone in the kitchen now. 

“Peeta!” She says, in a very put out tone, but I’m still reeling over the fact that Gale had apparently left sometime while we were speaking before. I don’t know whether to feel relieved or guilty.

“Your face!” Katniss says, horrified, as she tilts her head up to get a better look at me. 

And I remember the sting of the whip. The white hot burn that split my skin in half a second. The  sure and unflinching hand of the new Head Peacekeeper. It had been dizzying, and disorienting. Not the worst pain I had ever felt, but overwhelming in its suddenness. 

Katniss had felt that pain 12 times across her back before Haymitch and I intervened. 

 It still hurts a bit, and my eye is almost swollen shut, but it's unbelievable that Kantiss is concerning herself with my scratch after she almost got whipped to death. 

“It’s nothing. Nothing at all. Your sister already treated it.” It's not really a lie, the snow Prim insisted I put on, did help.  “I’ll be fine. It's you who needs to rest now, Katniss.” I say, trying to infuse sternness into my voice. 

But she’s still looking at me with concern, and that concern is quickly morphing into an expression I recognize all too easily on her. Anger. 

“Thread whipped you 12 times before we could stop him. This,” I say pointing to my face, “is nothing Katniss. Barely a scratch compared to what you went through.” I tell her as I restrain her hand from trying to reach for my face, I fold her fingers inward and return them to the table, but cover them with my own hand. 

To keep her imobile, I tell myself. 

“You all need to go. Get out of here and far away from me.” She says in a plaintive, almost babbling voice. 

“Shh,” I murmur as I carefully stroke the hair away from the side of her face, when she begins to shake her head stubbornly. 

“Peeta, you’ll all be killed because of me.” She whispers, voice full of dread. 

“No one is going to die today Katniss. They’ve had their fill of blood. They won’t get another drop.” I vow. My tone sounds far more sure than I can realistically prove or promise.

 But in the back of my head, the rational part of my mind, that isn’t preoccupied with the need to get this girl comfortable and resting again, knows that the gamemakers in charge have filled their quota for violence, for now. 

Katniss seems to take my words at face value, and settles down a little. Or maybe she’s just exhausted.

Yet that part of me, the unapologetic strategist, starts turning the gears, and starts going over the scenarios as I watch her try to get comfortable again on the hard wood table. 

Internally I know the consequences this day will bring, for both us, and Snow, could be far reaching. Publicly whipping your victors in the town square, while it may be a power move, it will not be a popular one. Here in District 12 or in the Capitol. Public sentiment still counts for something even in our totalitarian society. And that could be used to our advantage. It could be used to keep her alive. If Haymitch and I can just figure out how to frame it. 

While I try to work it all out, the rest of me, the bigger part of me that is physically standing in Katniss’ kitchen, is in overdrive comfort mode. I peel off my jacket, and fold it in two, and then gently, as gently as I possibly can, I lift her head and tuck it under her. So that she doesn’t have to lay with her face pressed against the cold, hard, bare wood. 

“Thanks,” She mumbles, as she presses her face into the fabric, and of all things, inhales deeply. And then sighs, like she’s greatly contented by the smell of it. I worry absently, that it might reek of nervous sweat, after I forgot to take it off while I waited to hear the verdict of whether her mother would be able to save her or not. 

“Don’t mention it,” I half plead, still wanting her to go back to sleep, to simply rest and get better. I need her to be ok. Need it, like air, or water. 

“Smells good, like bread. Like you.” She whispers, sleepily. Her eyes are starting to droop. I almost let out a noise, a moan or groan of relief, the tension that had begun to gather between my shoulders lessening, at seeing her so close to falling asleep.

“I’ve been running around all day. Probably stinks. You’re just too doped up to notice.” I joke, relieved and yet sad that this conversation is coming to an end. It's been strange, and wonderful, but also, not real. Probably the morphing talking on her part more than anything. 

“Nuh, uh.” She refutes clumsily. “You always smell so nice.” She admits in a hushed whisper, like it's a secret. And from the way red floods her cheeks I start to think maybe it is a secret that she’s been keeping. Something she secretly likes about me, like the million-and-one not so secret things I like about her. 

Huh. 

I notice then that I’m tilting my head at her in confusion, and it's probably that odd expression that is keeping her from closing her silver-gray eyes. 

So I clear my throat, and adjust my expression. Give her another reassuring smile. Her hand clenches the fabric of the jacket tightly, and she looks like she wants to say something. 

“Won’t you be cold?” She asks, voice slightly slurred, as if her thoughts are muddled. I’m actually glad to be free of the thing. I was overwarm, here inside her house but hadn’t noticed yet, my mind too preoccupied with Katniss and her injuries. 

“Don’t worry about the jacket, I’ll borrow something to walk home in.” I say, trying to reassure her again. 

“No!” She nearly yelps, hand darting out to grab the edge of shirt. 

“Please don’t go.” She implores needlessly. My feet are already moving, not towards the door, though.  My hands pull out the chair her mother had been sitting in an hour ago. I plop myself down without ceremony, gathering her small, cold hand in my own and clenching it fiercely. She must be cold because of the snow they had to put on her back, but better to be cold and numb than for her to actually feel the stripes of pure fire the lash cut into her skin. 

I remind myself to be gentle, to softly, slowly rub warmth back into her hand, her arm, to stop clinging to her like--like--

But she is the most important thing in my entire world. And I’ve never been very good at hiding that. So at her kitchen table, with her back shredded, and her hand clasped in mine, I stop trying to hide it. 

My cheeks grow wet with the unshed tears I’ve been holding back for what feels like forever and I say, “Please, don’t scare me like that again. You have no idea what would happen to me, if something happened to you.” I practically beg, in a wrecked voice. 

Her voice is thick with sleep, but her hand is steady and impossibly gentle as she brushes away a tear, near my swollen eye. “I think I might.” She says in a sad voice. 

We stare at each other unblinking, revealed to each other just a little more in this raw, and painful moment. Why is it that all of our deepest interactions are marred by danger, tragedy, or pain? I muse internally, as her hand finds its way back to mine. 

“Then you know, I’d be a disaster. Without you.” I say, laying myself bare, and not caring at the moment how vulnerable I sound, how much it could end up hurting later, to be this honest. We’re both hurt, and bleeding, from everything that's happened today. Hell, from what’s happened in the past year. 

There’s no use pretending with her. 

“Then stay, and I’ll try my best, not to get into any more trouble.” She says in a voice that sounds surprised. As if she wasn’t expecting the words to come out of her mouth. Almost as surprised  as I feel actually hearing her say something like that to me out loud. But my response is quick, instinctual, I don’t even have to think about it. 

“Of course,” The words are automatic. The way my feet are always automatically rushing towards her, hand automatically reaching for her. Like a compass pointing north. Like the earth rotating on its axis. Firmly established in its immutability. 

“Always.” I add, because it doesn’t matter if she only wants me for comfort, as a constant. As if she knows I can do nothing but say yes to her, and anything she asks of me. An unfailingly predictable phenomenon. Like the sun rising in the east.

 If it's only for tonight, this one moment in time, that she wants me, then here I’ll be. By her side, because there’s no digging this girl out of me. I’ve tried, and she will not budge. She knows she owns me, heart and soul, and here she is claiming me when she has no business doing so. When she should be receiving comfort from another, more acceptable source.

But that’s just another thing I love about her. Her absolute disregard for how things should be done. 

Most people don’t go volunteering for the Games to save their little siblings, no matter how much they love them. Or running headlong into obvious danger to save half dead boys they hardly know. Or outwitting gamemakers with a handful of berries when they try to go back on their word. But Katniss Everdeen isn't like most people. 

If she was, maybe I wouldn’t be so hopelessly lost at the thought of life without her near permanent scowl, or the firm press of her calloused fingertips, tracing invisible patterns into my palm. 

“Mmm,” She murmurs, incoherent. She’s quickly being dragged under by exhaustion and the promise of sleep. 

I lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead, lingering just a little. 

Come morning this might all just be a hazy, morphing induced dream to her. 

But right now, she needs me. 

And I have never felt as alive as in these moments. When fate and circumstance conspire to make Katniss Everdeen reachable, and dare I say, attainable. 

Yes, tomorrow it will be as if none of this ever happened. I’ll wake up and remember that she didn’t mean anything she said. It was just the medicine. Just the newest near death experience to add to the alarmingly fast growing list we’re compiling together.

But there’s a part of me that still wishes I could stop time and exist in this one moment. 

My heart full of her halfhearted promise to try and stay alive, for my sake, and her hand dragging my mine closer, her lips pressing an unconscious kiss to my buzzing skin, as she nuzzles her face against my palm, and the rest of the world forgotten. 

Forgotten, like all that matters is this.

And maybe that’s all that really does matter. That when it came down to it, it was my name she called, my hand that she reached for. 

That in these crazy, unpredictable situations we keep finding ourselves in, we are for each other. 

We stand unapologetically, unequivocally, together, despite whatever comes. 

In that undeniable fact, I take comfort, and in the undisturbed, even breaths she takes as she sleeps, safe here by my side, finally. 

[paxaun]

Advanced Warfare: Ilona in the ATLAS Training Camp

[exghul]

HEADCANON 011. DAMIAN & NIGHTMARES.

hi hello i'd like to talk about the dream sequence from RSOB 01. for context, this happens in damian's mind as he's free falling from goliath while flying too high to breathe. under cut for tall panels :)

damian: mother. dick: nope. nobody out here but us. ghosts. right, kid? damian: as usual, grayson, you only think you know what you're talking about. dick: oh, right. i guess you're considered "the expert" now, is that it? damian: pretty much.

they're standing over talia al ghul's empty grave. important to note, the grave next to hers has a crumbled headstone & both stand empty. the grave next to hers is damian's. he was buried next to her after he killed by the heretic.

dick: so... what was it like, kid? being dead. before batman brought you back from apokolips? what was waiting for you in the dark? you told him that there was nothing, right? that you didn't see anything? after all the horrible things you've done, damian, i find that kind of hard to believe. damian: what are you--? dick: oh sure, i once wore the cape & cowl but did you? do you actually think you'll ever be worthy to answer the call when it comes?

this is where the tone shifts. dick starts to explain exactly what damian feels guilt for. he has a sense of remorse for his own body count, his bloodlust. for these sins, he does not think he's worthy of becoming batman. he wants it badly but the doubts pile high.

a wild bruce appears. bruce: what have you done, son? damian: father! i-- bruce: tell me the truth! before it's too late! what is the year of blood? damian: no! i-i can't! i don't know what you...

this is just setup specifically for the issue's run as damian goes through the year of blood. we'll circle back to that in another post ;3

finally, the dream becomes a nightmare. the heretic appears to kill both damian & bruce. bruce gives damian his final words: really? more lies, damian? you and i both know there's only one place for liars to go, don't we?

again, this highlights damian's guilt. this time, instead of his guilt of the blood he's spilled, it's guilt for what he keeps from bruce's side of the family. he has a loyalty to the al ghuls to keep their family secrets: the year of blood, the splinter groups of the league, the existence of his great-grandmother, etc. this is doubly proven as it is talia that rises from her grave, chains him, & drags him into the grave with her.

at the bottom of it is an ambiguous demon that we can safely assume is supposed to symbolize the devil as he's pulled into then lava. at the very top of that panel, we see the tiny hole in the earth that is talia's grave. she's nowhere to be seen, only damian is punished for his guilt. bruce, despite standing in the grave below talia ( as if he's waiting for damian ), does not follow him into the hellfire.

damian blames himself & only himself for his past. this is recognition and understanding of taking of life. damian understands the weight of each kill, understands who he was & who he still is. this is opposite of the concept that children that do not understand morality ( and therefore do not differentiate right from wrong ) will simply go to heaven. damian knows his own morality, he dreads hell as a concept.

he did tell bruce he didn't remember anything, like it was waking from a dreamless sleep - one minute he existed, the next he was nothing, and the next he woke a year later in a rejuvenated body.

damian knows he will die again ( as has, twice since then ). knowing that his time while dead was simply ceasing to exist, to be one with the stardust, gives him a sense of recklessness. he no longer fears death but what would become of him should it be permanent. he has blood in his past, present, and his doomed future (batman in bethlehem). no matter how much he repents or feels remorse for his actions, the bad outweighs the good.

damian is doomed & he knows it.

[passionpitobsession]

Hellos! Yours truly is back again with another fic list! it’s been about two months since the last one and I think it’s about time for another one haha enjoy! again, here’s my fic rec page 

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under the cut are the most recent fics I’ve read ever since the last post :)

All of This Time by  @feels-overloaded

Rating: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec was bad at being subtle. He was worse at being collected, more so than ever since Magnus Bane entered his life. Their first interaction at a cafe, to fate forcing them to be roommates. all Alec could do was fall deeper for this man. Pining silently was okay, but maybe storming off slamming the door on Magnus for no absolute reason didn't exactly scream 'I'm not in love with you'. Alec wasn't sure what he was doing. But maybe, just maybe, the storming off did help.

To protect by @katychan666

Rating: Teen 

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec likes lazy mornings like that; Magnus asleep by his side, not a worry on his mind. Bonus points if a lazy morning like that includes a sleeping Magnus gripping tightly onto the Omamori charm, breakfast in bed and a lot of sappy words.

Lifeline by ifallonblackdays_fics

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: "Is Magnus the type of boyfriend who sneakily spells Alec's gear with protective wards?"

Lockdown by @247malec

Rating: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 5 & complete

Summary: What's worse than being stuck in a 24 hour Institute lockdown? Being stuck in one with your ex boyfriend, his family and lots of opinions.

My Forever by @sfjessii

Rating: Mature

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: He only becomes aware of his tears dripping from the tip of his nose when he notices them falling on Magnus’ face. His chest is excruciatingly tight, his body colder than it’s ever been, an inexplicably ominous sadness creeping in and taking a hold of him. And he hates being so weak, so useless and helpless and guilty. But none of it is any help to Magnus, so he shoves it all deep down and tries to smile at him instead, when inside, every part of him is wailing.

each soul journeys alone by paperiuni

Rating: Mature

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Magnus and Alec take the long way home, but get there in the end.Or, Renaissance geniuses, night rain, hand-kissing, duty and love, Brooklyn Bridge, quiet revolution, and Alec giving Magnus everything he deserves.

Breathe Again by claryharry

Rating: Mature

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Magnus and Alec take that boiling hot bath that was mentioned in 2x20. (Post 2x20 fic).

Read Me Like A Fairytale by @beautifuldinosaur

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec enjoys reading. He finds a book in Magnus' library that puts things in perspective.

Plus One by @imawriteriwrite

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 3 & complete

Summary: When Alec’s invite arrives for his brother’s wedding, he allows his best friend Magnus Bane to convince him to check “plus one”, insisting he’ll find a date by then. Only, he doesn’t. Clearly, the only thing to do is bring Magnus to the wedding as his fake boyfriend. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Take Me Away by @kayefraser

Rating: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Sometimes, Alec needs to get away. And every time, Magnus is happy to oblige.

Need some sleep by Thunderstormwithoutrage

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: He watched the rain break through the heavy grey clouds, falling down on the people gathered around the grave, adding to the salted pearls already rolling down his cheeks. The grave was a dark grey, but didn't have any words on it. He felt a hand grab his arm before pulling him away from the people. He then felt a slap on his face, strangely not hurting as much as it should have. The words that followed, on the other hand, felt harsher than anything.

Worthy Of Us by @aleclightwoodisasaltybae

Rating: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec and Magnus have things to talk about, and while Magnus is used to do all the talking, he sometimes forgets that choosing the right words is really important.Especially in front of a very insecure Shadowhunter.Post 2x20 end scene, Alec is insecure, Magnus loves him very much.

They're in love, why won't they just admit it? by Olive_Kacey_Fairfox

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec and Magnus have been friends since kindergarten, When Magnus moved in with Alec directly after highschool, no one was surprised. They'd all seen it coming. No one was surprised that they acted like a married couple either. They'd been so in love for so long that it was getting tiring waiting for them to finally get together. In fact, everyone was wondering how it would happen at this point. Clary thought something beautiful and tragic would make them confess their undying love and Simon thought that the sexual tension would blow up in their faces and they'd end up banging in a semi public place.

I'll look after you by MynameisTyberia

Rating: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Magnus severely disliked the fact that Alec was a magnet to every single Downworlder in existence. He understands that Alec is a strong, well-trained Shadowhunter who can make any Downworlder scream in pain, but that doesn’t mean that Magnus doesn’t want to keep him completely safe and protected.

While I'm Alive by @beautifuldinosaur

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Magnus finds himself in Alec's office where his insecurities to get the better of him. Alec shows him what he's been up to and how much he loves Magnus.

Only Thoughts by @magnnsbane

Rating: Mature

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: When Alec turns back to him, there's nothing else he sees. Still, he lets Magnus approach him. He waits only so long as there's distance before palms find the curve of Magnus’ hips.“You hungry?”Alec blinks to take in the question. “You think I'm thinking about food?”

feelings that we hide by malecyday

Rating: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Magnus and Alec have been neighbours - and best friends - for years. Through rough days at work, to adoption, the two have been through a lot together. All they have to do now is face the feelings that they hide.

Call Me Your Darling by @milkteamiku

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec secretly likes it when Magnus calls him "darling", so when he suddenly stops, Alec takes notice.

Red Velvet by @spookyaleclightwood

Rating: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Drunk Ice Cream Man is an urban legend in Brooklyn who bears a striking resemblance to Alec.

you're in my chair by mcgnusbane

Rating: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: “Uhh, Magnus?” Alec started slowly, while eyeing up the girl that Magnus apparently knew so well. “Who is this?”Everyone nodded in agreement, the suspense becoming too much.“This is Aurora…my sister,”Or the one were the gang meet Magnus' sister.

Not Ready to Lose You by @gothic--fairy

Rating: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: “Magnus!” Alec could pinpoint the exact moment when Magnus lost consciousness, his knees giving up under the weight of his body. The rift was closed, thanks to his magic, but the demon managed to escape, almost taking Magnus with him. 

Always by @wonderdaysoflunacy

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: "Magnus realised that he would do anything to take Alec’s pain away, to make his angel feel safe. That he would move the stars themselves if it meant that Alec was safe, if it meant that Alec was loved."

An ice cream gets you a (fake) boyfriend by domoiswatchingyou

Rating: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: The thing about long and annoying days is that you just simply want it to end. That's it. That's the whole thing and the idea of getting surprises it's not appealing. That's what Magnus was thinking the moment he entered the ice cream shop.

high as a pretty star by dastardlywords

Rating: Mature

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Magnus is always beautiful, but he's otherworldly like this—raw with passion and looking at Alec like he's something worthy.

forces on the heart by @mel-iorn

Rating: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Shit - falling for Izzy’s professor was definitely not on the explicitly detailed itemized list of responsibilities for covering her advanced physics class this week.

Beloved little Blueberry by ComatoseSkyy

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: “NO! NO!!! Daddy doesn’t love me. Daddy hates me. Daddy hates me because I am a downworlder!”Blueberry cried out, shocking both Alec and Magnus in their places. Both adults froze, Magnus’s eyes were wide opened and Alec felt like he had been hit by Isabelle’s whip in the face. Magnus started to get up but Alec was left frozen in place when their son stomped out of their living room into his room shared with Rafeal, crying out “I want RAFA!!!” all on the way…

Easy A by quite_magical

Rating: Explicit

Chapter(s) & Status: 17 & complete

Summary: Alexander Gideon Lightwood has always lived life by the book. He is the responsible big brother, dutiful son and honor student. He graduated high school at the top of his class, even got named valedictorian for graduation.What will happen when he falls in love with his new college professor?

You are mine by AthenaReigns

Rating: Explicit

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: "Alec scowled darkly down at the beer bottle sitting in front of him, hazel eyes flickering from it to the hand that was running up and down Magnus’ arm. Long, pale fingers angry picked at the label on the bottle as he remembered how he ended up sitting on the opposite side of the bar in Pandemonium."Tensions rise when Magnus helps the Shadowhunters gather information on a string of murders, revelations are made and Alec feels what it is really like to be jealous.

Agony by choppyVy

Rating: Explicit

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: 2x15 Filler: Alec stays the night, makes sure Magnus is not left alone with the memories of his past. Third and final installment in this mini-series.

I love you (despite the blood on your hands) by @bettypeace

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: His boyfriend is a mob boss. Alexander – awkward, sweet, thoughtful – is a mob boss. How is this his life?

The Right Price by Marie_Tomas

Rating: Teen 

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Magnus Bane has worked as a lawyer for several years, taking his job very seriously. The Lightwoods have always been one of his major professional rivals in the city, but this hasn't stopped Magnus from falling in lust, and a little in love, with one particular member of the Lightwood family, Alec Lightwood.When shy, nervous Alec asks Magnus for his help with representing one of the Lightwoods' clients, Magnus makes a joking, flirty comment about what he would expect from Alec in return for a victory in the courtroom. A major misunderstanding happens as a result.

Just a Kiss by @booingalec

Rating: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: "You are coming to the Mets game with Clary and me," he said, as though it was already fact. Alec stared at him blankly, wondering why in the world Jace would assume that he would just automatically agree to go watch a sport that he had absolutely no interest in when he could be doing other things that didn't involve dealing with large crowds of people and being social."Since when?" Alec asked, almost amused at Jace's certainty. He was a very hard person to convince when he didn't want to do something, and all of his siblings, and basically anyone who knew him at all, were well aware of that. He wondered what was up Jace's sleeve that had him looking so smug."Since I invited Magnus and told him that you were coming along."

Angels Do Exist! by @katychan666

Rating: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec, a ballet dancer, injures his knee in one of the practices and needs a surgery. The surgery goes well and as he’s waking up from the surgery and is still high on medication, he meets a pretty angel named Magnus and doesn’t want to let go of that perfect creature.

Unsteady by @asexualalexanderlightwood

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Another fake dating au! Alec is alone at a bar, waiting for Jace, when his ex walks in. Who will be there for Alec when Raj finally spots him?

Dancing Away by Keraell

Rating: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: One shot of what would happened if Alec walked into Magnus' loft earlier that evening to see his boyfriend dance with Dot? What would happened if Alec made wrong assumptions about what he saw?And then got reckless?

don't break my faded heart by @veronicaesque 

Rating: Explicit

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: It's not entirely unheard of for a Shadowhunter to be in Pandemonium, but it is unusual for one to be here alone. Magnus will have to deal with that, but not yet. He's having too good a time.

Scratches by 46captain46

Rating: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: After fighting about a dozen of demons, the pair goes home, with Alec's arm dripping blood. Tension hangs in the air, will they act on it and say what they have been feeling since they came back?

Anything for the Birthday Boy by @wiredinthesky

Rating: Mature

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: It's Alec Lightwoods birthday and all he wants to do is spend a lazy morning with Magnus. How can you refuse the birthday boy?Shameless little birthday romp because Alec and Magnus deserve to spend all of their immortal-husband birthdays celebrating with each other!

Lights Down Low by eddiesspaghetti

Rating: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec had been dreaming about Magnus' beautiful eyes when he was gently shaken awake, his name being whispered softly, like a memory of the word. But Alec recognized Magnus' voice almost immediately, and reached his arms out for his boyfriend.Alec pouted and heaved out a whiney sigh when Magnus didn't fall into his arms."I'm sorry. But you have to get up. I have a surprise."Alec mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes like a small child. When he finally pried his eyes open, Magnus was there, leaning over the bed. His black hair was still gelled up, although some of it was falling onto his forehead, and his eyes shimmered in the silvery glow of the moon.

You'll Never Be Alone by @malec-acolytes

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec hates tomato sandwich's but he can't stop taking the tomato and cheese sandwiches his overly attractive neighbour offers him. (AU)

Ocean Heart by @warlocksass

Rating: Mature

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Magnus loves watching the sea, it reminds him of home. And he's never been bothered as he sat there on the beach until Alexander comes along.

Who wants to live forever? by @like-a-bucky

Rating: Mature

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: The first white hair Alec spotted in his messy dark locks one morning, in the foggy mirror of the bathroom right after his shower, nearly made him cry. Heart dropping, throat drying up suddenly, the Shadowhunter took a closer look as he tried to keep breathing and not dissolve into sobs.

The Intern by Master of Unlocking (Hikarinimichitasora)

Rating: Explicit

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: “You’re a sexual harassment case waiting to happen, you know that don’t you?” Catarina says by way of greeting. Magnus tears his eyes away from the way the intern is licking powder sugar off his full lips.

Hey, Good Lookin' (Whatcha Got Cookin?) by claryharry

Rating: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec tries to cook steak. Emphasis on the word "tries."

thoughts that go like bullets through you (the time you told me that you wish you were dead) by @baneofbrooklyn

Rating: Mature

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: alec finds out his father has been cheating on his mother and finds comfort in magnus in his office at 1 am after the party. (takes place post-2x08).

Silly Boyfriends Arguing Over Silly Things (A Malec Story) by EmilyRLightwood

Rating: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Four short scenes in which Alec and Magnus find themselves bickering about silly things. There is constantly glitter where Alec doesn’t want it and Magnus’s body can be quite distracting…

Love The Way You Move by LightOfBane100

Rating: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec finds Magnus dancing in the kitchen. Dancing and lots of fluff ensues. Also, it's TV show malec but i wanted to add chairman meow and church coz they are too adorable for me to exclude them.

Those eyes by Zula_blue

Rating: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec asks Magnus to show him his eyes without a glamour

Mr Lightwood Will See You Now by ConeyIslandBlitz

Rating: Explicit

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec and Magnus have a one-on-one.

eyes on fire by amoralec

Rating: Explicit

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Magnus gets Alec wound up in the middle of a Downworlder meeting

Your hands are tough (but they're where mine belong in) by @seeliebookclub

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Inspired by Todd Slavkin's tweet about Malec in the kitchenJust some of everyone's fave Soft Domestic Boyfriends™

Antihistamine by @tinylilemrys

Rating: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec's first thought upon seeing the flowers is panic (Who left these? How did they get in here? Why would the intruder leave flowers of all things?), but when he turns off his Shadowhunter brain long enough to take a look at the card, he's pleasantly surprised to find that the mysterious flowers are from Magnus. It's the most thoughtful, beautiful gift anyone has ever given him.Unfortunately, because the universe is cruel, he’s also deathly allergic to them.

Come Back To Me by @vannita22

Rating: N/A

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Malec prompt: Magnus losing control over his magic and Alec having to help talk him down or whatever and when Magnus comes out of it he freaks out because holy shit he could have hurt/killed Alec and angst turned fluff lol

read me, you know how i feel by @queerindigo

Rating: Teen

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: "I'm tired," Alec stated. "I'm tired, and it's six in the morning, and we have a dead man with no ID."Magnus continued to smile. "I can think of less fun things," he said.

The Advantages of Gift Giving by predilection

Rating: General Audience

Chapter(s) & Status: 1 & complete

Summary: Alec learns that Magnus isn't used to receiving gifts. Naturally, he decides to do something about this.