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[dejavuedits]

IZZY LIGHTWOOD AND CLARY FRAY LAYOUTS

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[emmastairs]

PERCABETH & BLACKSTAIRS headers!

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[edietrent]

random girls x emma carstairs messy headers

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[malecdiscordserver]

Calling all Shadowhunters creators--it's time to dust off your notebooks, sketchbooks, laptops, drawing tablets, and other creative instruments.

Welcome to By the Angel Bingo!

What is By the Angel Bingo? By the Angel Bingo is a Shadowhunters-themed event where you request a grid of prompts in the layout of a bingo board. The goal is to fill the prompts until you get a traditional bingo (filling 3 or 5 in a row, column, or diagonally) or until you blackout your entire board! 

Do I have to be a part of the Malec Discord Server to sign up? No, being a part of the Malec Discord Server Community is not required to be a part of this event, but it is highly encouraged if you’re looking for friends to bounce ideas off of, if you need help finding a beta reader, or if you’re just looking for Shadow Fam to hang out with. 

What is the schedule?

Sign-ups open: February 1st

Sign-ups close: February 29th

Last day to request prompt changes: March 31st

Masterpost due by: September 30th

Have more questions? Join the Malec Discord Server or keep reading under the cut for official rules, minimum requirements, and other FAQs!

How will it work? On Thursday, February 1st, sign-ups will open for a bingo card. In your sign-up, you will be asked a few questions including what size bingo card you’d like (3x3 or 5x5). You will then receive a bingo card from one of the Mods to your preferred method of contact within 3-5 days. Sign-ups will remain open until Thursday, February 29th. From there, you’ll have until Monday, September 30, to complete what you can on your bingo card! 

What if I don’t like my prompts? You may request 3 (for 3x3 cards) or 5 (for 5x5 cards) replacement prompts at one time. If you need more than 3-5 prompts replaced, you will be sent an entirely new card. This can only happen once. If you receive a new card, you can request 3-5 replacement prompts again for the last time. You can request changes to your board until March 31st, a month after sign-ups close. 

Can I sign up if I’m under 18? Yes! Anyone is able to receive a bingo card, but you must be over the age of 18 to request NSFW prompts or submit NSFW fills. You also must be over the age of 16 to join the Malec Server. 

Are there any content restrictions? This bingo is open to all creations; fic, art, gifs, videos, moodboards, playlists, cosplay, physical art, etc. All bingo fills must be Shadowhunters-related. Any ships/characters/ratings are permitted as long as they are properly tagged. RPF is not allowed for this event. 

Am I required to get a bingo or blackout my card? Not at all! You can fill as little or as many prompts as you have the time/energy to complete. This is low to no stress. Low risk, high reward. HAVE FUN. 

Can I combine prompts? Each prompt needs to be its own fill, but you can post a multi-chapter fic or art series with one prompt per chapter/piece. 

What if I black out my entire card before the final posting date? Congrats! You did it! You can either be done OR ask for a second bingo card. 

Minimum requirements: 

Fic: 500 words

Digital/physical art: 1 piece

Photomanipulation: 1 piece

Gifsets: 2 gifs

Moodboards: 4 images

Video: 30 seconds

Playlists: 10 songs 

Podfic: 500 words (with author’s permission)

Rules: 

You must be over 18 to request NSFW prompts and submit NSFW fills. You have to be over 16 to join the Malec Server. 

Any Shadowhunters-related ships/characters/ratings are permitted as long as they are tagged appropriately. 

You may create works based off of the show, books, or movies, but no RPF is allowed. 

You may request a 3x3 card (8 prompts) or a 5x5 card (24 prompts). 

You may request 3 (for 3x3) or 5 (for 5x5) replacement prompts at one time. 

If you need more than 3-5 prompts replaced, you will be sent an entirely new card.

This can only happen once. If you receive a new card, you can request 3-5 replacement prompts again for the last time. 

You can request changes to your board until March 31st, a month after sign-ups close. 

Each card has one “FREE SPACE” to be used as a wildcard where you can submit any creation that follows the rules of the event.

Each prompt needs to be its own completed fill, but you can post a multi-chapter fic or art series with one prompt per chapter/piece.

Each fill must be NEW during the bingo posting period. No past creations may be used as a fill.

Fills can be combined with other events (i.e. Femslash February, Any Fandom Bingo, Trope-specific bingos, etc.) only if the other event allows it and you meet the minimum requirements for both events.

Prompts can be interpreted as literally or figuratively as you like (I.e. A/B/O meaning a frat house, or falling to your knees in the sense of lust, despair, clumsiness, etc.) If you think it fits, it probably fits. 

All bingo fills must be added to the AO3 collection. If posted on Tumblr/Twitter, the Malec Discord Server must be tagged (@malecdiscordserver/@MalecServer).

If you are participating in this bingo, you are not allowed to shame any ships/kinks/characters/content of any kind created by other participants. Failure to follow this rule may lead to a lifetime ban of Malec Discord Server-run events. We’re in this for a good time, not a dramatic time. 

[alexanderlightweight]

hello, hello. Hope you're having a good Wednesday. Your last week sounded stressful, hopefully this week is a little more kind.

Ive always liked the idea of magnus changing his home's layout once he and Alex are committed by adding a waiting room/anteroom. That way it helps keep magnus' private life a little more separate from his duties as highwarlock. With this, alec doesn't have to worry about coming home/leaving their room and interrupting a sensitive meeting and downworlders don't have to worry about a shadowhunter just *being there* at a potentially vulnerable moment. So, if it interests you, I'd really like to see this explored, perhaps in a pre-canon relationship context? Maybe where jace/izzy/Clary show up for clary's memories and have to take a figurative number?

This is long and rambling but hopefully something in this prompt will help inspire something 💛💛💛

I love Magnus separating his area so this is right up my alley! This is in the Quarrel vs that needs a name (Alec finds a hellhound and he and Magnus share custody)

I hope you enjoy!

—

Magnus changed the layout of the loft the night he met Alexander and it was actually because of Quarrel.

And perhaps because of Alexander, a little.

The entire top of his lair is changed to accommodate for his new hellhound and the shared custody with Magnus’ shadowhunter.

Now, Magnus keeps the first three levels of the apartment complex as a greenhouse. The next level is where Magnus will his clients, with a waiting hall and a foyer.

It’s filled with the scent of potions and herbs and old books and Magnus layers it with wards and arrays of secrecy.

The proof of a hellhound loose in New York is all the evidence Magnus needs to set up protections.

So he creates a maze of wards that keep his clients from ever accessing anything but the level he allows them on and only when he allows it.

His own personal lair is kept tightly controlled and the war level wards are not only turned up to keep things out, but to keep things in.

Nephilim are now unable to track him and while Jocelyn may complain to Dorothea, Magnus only is willing to have contact with a single shadowhunter from now on.

Dorothea can find another warlock to take the child’s memories. Magnus has greater priorities than such a simple thing.

—

It’s months later; when they have gone from sharing custody of Quarrel to Quarrel and Magnus sharing custody of Alexander, that Magnus adds even more changes.

There is now a staircase that Alexander can use to access every level but the level for clients. It gives him and Quarrel access to the greenhouses and the roof and Magnus enjoys coming home to find the two wrestling in the moss of the gardens or the stone of the roof.

It hides Alexander’s angelic signature from other warlocks, his scent from werewolves, the call of his blood from vampires and the presence of his life from seelie.

Magnus wards Alexander with the same fervor he wards his oldest and most valuable magical texts. His shadowhunter comes in from the roof or the balcony, kisses Magnus with a dark joy and then waits until Magnus is done with his own work.

Alexander is harder to tame, more difficult to gentle than Quarrel. More skittish and far more tormented than a hellhound still growing and Magnus is thorough as he builds a sanctuary for both of his darlings.

This is to protect the world from them and then from the world after all.

—

Magnus pauses from where he’s petting Alexander’s hair. The Institute has been a mess of tensions and Alexander is a furious and soul-bruised mess. It means that Magnus himself is also furious, when angelic signatures not connected to his boy approach. They linger with a warlock and Magnus tsks as he realizes Dorothea is involved.

Magnus lets them wait for hours. Even when angry and frantic fire messages bounce off his wards, when Dorothea is convinced to try magic to signal him or when the shadowhunters try to use unlocking runes.

Magnus watches it all with his eyes closed, his mind focused on the images being relayed as Menace curls atop Alexander’s back and Quarrel in front of him. The hellhound leans back, so that Alexander’s arm dangles against her fur. Quarrel gives the floor a baleful look, as if she can feel the presence of unwelcome intruders.

“I’ll let you eat them if they wake him up.” Magnus promises her and he finally uses magic to gently move Alexander as Magnus gets out from under him. Magnus takes a moment to pet over his hair and press a kiss to his cheek and then he snaps his fingers.

His outfit changes as he is no longer simply Magnus Bane, he is the High Warlock of Brooklyn.

And he has clients to attend.

Uninvited ones at that.

[michellemisfit]

Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thank you @darlingian for creating this week’s game. Thanks for the tag @juliakayyy @lingy910y @jrooc @sam-loves-seb @mmmichyyy @mickeysgaymom @deedala @metalheadmickey @creepkinginc @stocious @mybrainismelted @energievie

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father? 

Magnus Bane (Shadowhunters) would be pretty cool, AND magic.

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

Do laws include laws of science and… y’know… reality? If not… Mother fucking dragon, baby!

What is your Chinese takeout order? 

Salt & Pepper chicken. Duck pancakes. Satay chicken. Prawn crackers. An insane quantity of spring rolls for @rutherinahobbit

What's your favorite emoji?

I’ve become very fond of 🫡, but the one I use most often is probably 🥺 - it’s literally my face. I look at Ruth like that and say ‘I am the emoticon’ and then she has to be nice to me… 🥺

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

Library. For the aesthetic and the comfy comfy reading nooks! Also I would be able to have all my favourite fic bound and displayed in the library <3 <3 <3

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

My Little Pony and Animals Of Farthing Wood

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I had it for longer, but I first started really using it for Shadowhunters, and 90% of the fandom was here, before it largely moved to Twitter, and now has been struggling to move back, so has sort of become a bit homeless 🥺

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

Anything neat and tailored. I think it looks fly AF, but I have neither the body type nor the patience for it.

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Stars Hallow is really good shout I’ve seen other people use. Also any fictional TV show that basically takes place in a home, only. I’d be all over that! haha

What is your favorite piece of art? 

I’ve been obsessed with ‘Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening’ ever since I was about 10 years old.

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

I recently broke my water bottle so I’ve got a temporary replacement one and I hate it. It’s boring and too big and not the right shape. Grr.

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I’m pretty loud about all my fic feelings. Sometimes I unexpectedly enjoy a Mafia/Crime AU, though I would never go looking for it!

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

I’ve got three. A tote bag for when I bring lunch Tupperwares into work or otherwise have to transport big things. A large backpack for when I bring my laptop into work or travel. And a tiiiiiiiny backpack (smaller than A5) and the weirdest thing is how much stuff I manage to fit into it! First Aid Kit. Sewing Kit. Wallet. Phone. Portable Phone Charger. Sunglasses. Tissues. Cigarettes. House keys. Pill box. Misc. hair things for when other people need them.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Carl. Ultimate chaos couple!!!! 🙌

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

We all know the old adage: You're only ever one good fic away from developing that weird kink you keep making jokes about, stay humble.

There’s nothing that hits quite the way an unexpected horny swoop hits! Stay humble. Stay open. Stay curious.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

Mickey Milkovich voice: YUP YUP

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

Agree with @lingy910y - I absolutely see Mickey and Carl fighting for the bat! it’s their potato masher!! <3

Tagging @silvanshadow @captainjowl @thisdivorce @crestfallercanyon @heymacy @ohkate @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @callivich @crossmydna @palepinkgoat @vintagelacerosette @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @ian-galagher @imikhailotakeyouian @mikhailoisbaby @depressedstressedlemonzest

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Ariadne Blackthorn ✤ Thread Of Gold

Ariadne Blackthorn knew that her life wasn’t her own.  First as Elvina, Lady of the Seelie Court.  Then as Ariadne Blackthorn, Shadowhunter expected to devote her life to the Clave and the LA Institute.  And now, freshly 18, Ariadne’s life belongs to Magnus Bane.  A deal made in infancy, Nerissa pledging her child’s life to Magnus as payment for his work in saving the infant’s life.  One year, that was what Magnus had negotiated.  One year where Ariadne would live in New York, with the High Warlock of Brooklyn, instead of at her Institute.  One year, and then everything could go back to normal.  But a year has a way of changing everything, and a normal night at Pandemonium, a month into her year-long stay, would set off a chain of events determined to destroy any change Ariadne might have had of things ever being normal again.

Fandom: The Mortal Instruments / Shadowhunters

Face Claim: Holland Roden

Love Interest: Jace Wayland

Theme song: Born To Die, Lana Del Rey

Pinterest: x

Playlist: tbd

( format / layout insp )

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

[thpisinoe]

❁ཻུ۪۪❱ Matthew Daddario as Alec Lightwood; layout * ˚  · .   ·  ✧    · •.

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✿• Credits to @thpisinoe on twitter

#icons #Layout #psd #Shadowhunters #aleclightwood #matthewdaddarioicons #claryfray #magnusbane #isabellelightwood

[songlesshill]

i was tagged by the lovely @imaginarydestruction

- Current time: 10:33 pm

- Current activity: crafting grind on xiv

- Currently thinking about: how to make a nice carrd layout for rp

- Current favorite song: Queencard by G-IDLE.

- Currently reading: nothing atm lol....Though I should go back to reading the Shadowhunter Chronicles by Cassandra Clare

- Currently watching: The Puella Magi Madoka Magica movie trilogy

- Current favorite character: Ryan Goldsmith from Tiger & Bunny

- Current WIPS: Redoing one RP blog layout :p

lazy ass bitch to tag anyone so feel free to consider yourself tagged~

[ithillyienseowyn]

ithillyienseowyn reading list: re-read-a-thon edition

Again, this is just for me to pre-plan this isn't the official layout for my reading in the new year just a list of what I plan on reading/re-reading just so I have a visual to keep track of, it will be under my new re-read tag, anything under a series or trilogy will be titled in bold with the singular books listed beside the aforementioned title.

Red White and Royal Blue

I'll Give You the Sun

The Duff

Beach Read

Book Lovers

The Hating Game

Grishaverse: The Lives of Saints, The Language of Thorns, Six of Crows, King of Scars

The Wrath and the Dawn: Wrath and the Dawn, Rose and the Dagger

Cruel Beauty: Cruel Beauty, Crimson Bound

The Secret Circle: The Initiation, The Captive Pt. 1 and Pt. 2, The Power

Simon vs: Simon vs the Homo sapiens Agenda, Leah on the Offbeat

THUGverse: The Hate U Give, Concrete Rose

Alex Stern: Ninth House, Hell Bent

Off Campus/Briar U: The Deal, The Mistake, The Score, The Goal, The Chase, The Risk, The Play, The Dare

All For the Game: The Foxhole Court, The Raven King, The King's Men

Anna, Lola and Isla: Anna and the French Kiss, Lola and the Boy Next Door, Isla and the Happily Ever After

The Kiss Quotient: The Kiss Quotient, The Bride Test, The Heart Principle

The Witcher: The Last Wish, Sword of Destiny, Blood of Elves, Time of Contempt, Baptism of Fire, Tower of the Swallow, Lady of the Lake, Season of Storms

ACOTAR: A Court of Thorns and Roses, A Court of Mist and Fury, A Court of Wings and Ruin, A Court of Silver Flames

To All the Boys: To All the Boys I've Loved Before, PS, I Still Love You, Always and Forever Lara Jean

Poldark #7-12: The Angry Tide, The Stranger From the Sea, The Miller's Dance, The Loving Cup, The Twisted Sword, Bella Poldark

Lord of the Rings: The Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales, The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings

Bridgerton/Smythe Smith Quartet: The Viscount Who Loved Me, An Offer From A Gentleman, To Sir Phillip, With Love, When He Was Wicked, It's In His Kiss, On the Way to the Wedding, The Sum of All Kisses, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

One of Us: One of Us Is Lying, One of Us Is Next, One of Us Is Back

Sweet Magnolias: Stealing Home, A Slice of Heaven, Feels Like Family

The Hunger Games: The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, Mockingjay

The Lunar Chronicles: Cinder, Scarlet, Cress, Winter, Fairest, {Heartless}

Bloodlines: Bloodlines, The Golden Lily, The Indigo Spell, The Fiery Heart, Silver Shadows, The Ruby Circle

Throne of Glass: Throne of Glass, Crown of Midnight, Heir of Fire, Queen of Shadows, Empire of Storms, Tower of Dawn, Kingdom of Ash

The Raven Cycle: The Raven Boys, The Dream Thieves, Blue Lily, Lily Blue, The Raven King

Shades of Magic: A Darker Shade of Magic, A Gathering of Shadows, A Conjuring of Light

Heartstopper: Heartstopper Volume 1, Heartstopper Volume 2, Heartstopper Volume 3, Heartstopper Volume 4, Heartstopper Volume 5

Shadowhunter Chronicles: Clockwork Angel, Clockwork Prince, Clockwork Princess, Chain of Gold, Chain of Iron, Chain of Thorns, City of Bones, City of Ashes, City of Glass, City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls, City of Heavenly Fire, Lady Midnight, Lord of Shadows, Queen of Air and Darkness

Addicted/Calloway Sisters/Like Us: Addicted To You, Ricochet, Addicted For Now, Kiss the Sky, Hothouse Flower, Thrive, Addicted After All, Fuel the Fire, Long Way Down, Some Kind of Perfect, Tangled Like Us, Sinful Like Us, Charming Like Us, Wild Like Us, Fearless Like Us, Infamous Like Us, Misfits Like Us, Unlucky Like Us

[solarisrasa]

All I Could Bring Myself to Want is You pt 9

A Malec fic canon divergent from the moment Alec hands the Family Ring back to Maryse Lightwood.

Read it here on Ao3

Discussion of death below

Part eight

“He left last night to visit Maia, when he didn’t come back I figured they were having a movie night or something. I called her as soon as I got your message but she said Simon left around midnight. If someone grabbed him it had to have been between Taki’s and the Institute.” Izzy was leaned forward, hands dancing over the map illuminated on the war table they were gathered around.

“I cannot believe someone grabbed Simon.” Jace huffed, “Again.”

“We really have to clarify to our enemies what a vacation is.” Magnus added.

Alec just blew out a breath. Just a few hours had passed since they’re breakfast had been interrupted and he was not pleased to be back in the Institute. It didn’t help that passing shadowhunters kept staring over at them and whispering. He’d heard Magnus’ name enough times to understand what had them so agitated.

“I notified Jia of the situation. Based on the fire message I would guess that this was orchestrated by someone in Alicante, we don’t have authority there. She cleared us for operations within the city if it comes to that. I would guess that whoever is holding Simon is probably regretting it about now.” Alec glanced around the table as he spoke.

“If he’s conscious.” Jace said with a touch of a smile, ignoring the glare Izzy sent his way. They all could feel the tension in the air. Simon was family, strong enough on his own now, but still one of theirs.

“Patrols are on alert, Maia has the pack out looking, but without a starting place there’s nothing for us to do…” Izzy tapped the map again, enlarging the section around Taki’s. Alec watched her examine the map, like the layout of roads could give her answers.

“Underhill even pulled the mundane security cameras in the area, but there’s just...nothing.” Izzy zoomed out again and Alec reached for her hand, squeezing her fingers in his.

“We can try tracking him again.” Jace offered, already reaching for Alec to parabatai track, when Izzy nodded.

“Wait.” Magnus said slowly. Alec knew that tone, he was thinking about something that might help.

“Jace, you and Simon have a blood connection. If I can tap into that I might be able to track him through it, it’s not something that is typically warded against and most deflection runes aren’t-” Magnus hesitated but Alec could see what he meant, so could Jace who nodded and switched gears.

“What do you need from me?”

“Nothing dramatic, just a little blood.” Magnus moved quickly so Jace, mouth open, didn’t have time to protest. He flicked one of his fingers, a sharp fingered ring sliced over Jace’s wrist and red welled up. Alec just shrugged at the affronted look Jace tossed him, he could feel how worried Jace was for Simon, his little show didn’t affect Alec.

“Magnus-”

“Hush.” Magnus slid his fingers through Jace’s blood, blue magic blooming around the red as his eyes closed. He hummed and Alec swallowed. He was beautiful, dressed in black and gold with his fingers dipped in red. He was like a painting, frozen as he worked to find their missing daylighter.

The flame of his magic vanished and he opened his eyes, brown flickering over gold faster than most might catch and stealing a little of Alec’s breath.

“You were right to contact Jia. He’s in Alicante. I can get a better sense of exact location if I can get closer.”

“By the angel, Magnus! How did you track him over that much distance?” Izzy asked, her eyes wide with surprise and no small amount of hope.

Magnus just smiled at her and spun his fingers around, “A good magician never tells.”

“I’ll let Jia know we’re coming. Gear up.” Alec pulled Jace’s arm toward him, running his stele over his Iratze and watching the small cut close up.

“Magnus?”

“With you, darling.”

Alec nodded and separated from his siblings to call Jia, Magnus pacing at his side as he headed for Izzy’s office.

Magnus snapped a silencing spell on the door as Alec pulled Izzy’s tablet toward him across the desk, opening up a line to the Consul’s office with his newly acquired access codes.

“Mr. Lightwood.” Magnus stepped up beside him and Alec leaned into the arm he wrapped around his waist, “Mr. Bane.”

Jia looked tired, her tablet obviously to one side of her, her other hand stopped over a page with a pen in hand. They had clearly interrupted her but she’d accepted the call so Alec wouldn’t apologize.

“Consul Penhallow. We’ve managed to track Simon Lewis’ location. He is in Alicante, I am leading a small retrieval into the city, requesting that Magnus be given access so we can continue to track Simon.”

Jia looked between them and Alec was struck with the realization that this was the first time in almost a year that Jia was actually seeing either of them. No doubt she’d noticed the runes on his cheeks but she could also see that he and Magnus were once again a united front.

“Granted. You realize, of course, that you might have to arrest some...higher standing members of the clave?”

Alec tried not to roll his eyes, “I am prepared for that outcome. I know, Consul, that my appointment was hardly a popular one. I also know that anyone who would use family to threaten me is not deserving of their standing, regardless of their political opinions. I fully intend to bring them in and see that justice is served for their crimes.”

Jia took a slow breath, her jaw flexing, “Very well. I would normally advise against such an upset so soon after your appointment, but, Inquisitor, I assume that you have plenty of plans to ‘rock-the-boat’ as it were. At the very least, you’re starting off with a clear line for the other’s to toe.”

Alec nodded, “I admit it’s less subtle than I’d like, but it is more than time for the Clave to leave archaic lawmaking behind and those who would allow this impasse to slide with no more than a slap on the wrist should know, I intend to make changes, when I am officially sworn in, still in a month. Get on the right side or face the consequences.”

He watched the way her lips pressed tighter at the reminder, he was doing this because he was personally involved but he was still not taking the post until his allotted time was over. He would not give up the time he needed with Magnus to give them both a solid foundation. There was a message that needed sending with this threat, but after he fully intended to take Magnus up on the offer to portal anywhere they wanted and just  be.  

“And you Mr.Bane? I have yet to hear anything in response to the position I offer you.”

Magnus smiled at her, his cool politically smile, “Apologies, my intended reply was rather...disrupted by this morning’s events. I am, of course, glad to accept the position of High Warlock. I will need time to settle my affairs here in New York, say, about a month?”

Jia’s hand that was still holding a pen twitched, giving her away. She had clearly hoped that if Magnus accepted the position she could at least get Alec to Alicante sooner.

“Of course. I will send details your way, after the issue at hand is resolved. I will clear Mr. Bane for entry into the city immediately. Good Hunting, Mr. Lightwood.”

Alec inclined his head as she cut the call and leaned into Magnus’ side for another moment.

“Well, I know I’ve seen it before, but you are a shark Alexander.” Magnus said, sounding proud. Alec offered him a small smile.

“I was actually trained for politics, you remember?”

Magnus pressed a kiss to his shoulder, “I do. Let’s go get Simon back so Izzy stops looking so frantic.”

Alec raised an eyebrow, his sister had only gotten better at hiding her feelings since she took over the Institute.

“Please. I may have been away a while, but I could write a book on Lightwood tells. She can’t stop messing with the damn map and her eyeliner is wider than usual, probably because she was shaky this morning.” Magnus touched Alec’s chin.

“You and Jace aren’t any better, you’re just trying to play cool for her. Now, if anyone’s harmed the irritating vampire, I can promise them pain beyond imagining, and that they will survive it for you to arrest them.”

Alec couldn’t, and didn’t want to, help but kiss Magnus. Just once and just a soft brush of the lips, but still.

“Let’s go.”

-

Alicante. The demon towers standing as darkened monoliths all around him, Nephilim moving about cobblestone streets, their crisp dress made stranger for the complete lack of technology. The gas lamp posts weren’t just for show here.

Magnus spared a moment to wonder what his companions thought of the lack of response the demon towers showed. Usually even one demon-blooded being, like himself, was enough to send a low level alarm out but there was no reaction. Izzy and Jace hadn’t even blinked when he’d opened a portal directly at the edge of the city and walked right through the wards. Alec had winked at him.

“Alright, let’s-” Alec tapped his arm where his stealth rune was and the others nodded. Magnus waited patiently, he’d already wrapped a glamour around himself that would function like the stealth rune and had the bonus of making him appear like a Nephilim himself, should anyone break through the stealth barrier.

“Okay. Magnus, can you get a better read on Simon?” Izzy sounded strained and he could see her clenching and unclenching her fingers, desperate to move.

Magnus wordlessly held out his hand to Jace who rolled his eyes, pushed his sleeve up, and gave Magnus his arm. He only pricked him this time, needing less blood for the trace since they were so close. He tapped the tip of his pinky to the red droplet that rose, allowing his magic to follow the thread of it into the aether, seeking Simon.

He inhaled as he settled back into himself, the extra awareness of a tracking spell fading. He opened his eyes and found himself looking directly at Alexander who was watching him, hazel eyes sparkling. Magnus blinked, he needed to focus.

“I’ve got him.”

“Lead on.” Jace made a gesture and Magnus spun on his heel, weaving them through the narrow side streets of the Nephilim city. He couldn’t help but look around as they went, shops denoted by a mixture of latin signage and runes, a blend of languages spoken in the street, though most prevalent were English and Latin.  

It struck him, as they shuffled out of the way of a woman and small child that here really were the Nephilim. The angel-blooded beings, yes, but not the Shadowhunters. So many were not warriors, just people going about their lives, tucked away from the modern world in this place. For a moment Magnus felt immeasurably sad.

Too live detached from others, separated by culture, tradition, and literal magic and raising children who, if you were not an active Shadowhunter, you were likely to outlive. Alexander’s hand brushed his and he shook himself, now was not the time.

He hurried through another open thoroughfare and into a small alley. A narrow doorway opened into it from a dark house and he nodded at it, “Here.”

Jace whistled even as Alexander’s expression darkened and Izzy gasped, “The Bleakfallow’s?”

“They were strong supporters of Malachi, but not directly implicit in the Circle.” Alexander explained, “They are also a strong voice on the council.”

Magnus raised an eyebrow, “Unfortunate for them.”

He clicked his fingers and their door swung open, the warding around the house folding like paper under his powers. He held out a hand, “People with swords first, I think.”

Izzy snapped her staff out and followed Jace inside, Alec waved Magnus in after her and he had to hold back a smile. Alexander was always trying to protect them all.

The faint shine of seraph blades and the even softer glow of Alexander’s adamas arrows lit the way as they carefully cleared the side entry and then a sitting room.

Jace paused and the very soft sound of taps came from him. Magnus frowned, confused, until Alexander made his own little tapping answer. They could hardly see for hand signs and stealth relied on quiet. Izzy tapped twice and she and Jace split to the right while Magnus stuck with Alexander. He might not know their code but he knew enough to follow Alec.

They cleared the rest of the first floor, Jace and Izzy likely having headed to the second floor, when Alexander nudged him gently and directed him toward the outline of a door.

He opened it slowly, feeling a secondary warding behind it that he peeled off. Alexander caught his arm as he stepped forward to head down. Magnus waited, unsure why they were paused.

Jace and Izzy joined them only a moment later and he understood. Alexander must have been focusing on sending a feeling of need to Jace so they didn’t have to try to go down separately. He figured the second floor must be clear since there was no communication made otherwise.

The four of them headed down, Jace in front of Magnus and Alec bringing up the rear again. At the base of the stairs they could see a strip of light coming from under a door to the right. It gave them enough illumination to see what was once an open basement had been divided with a brick wall. Jace and Alexander moved to cover the door and Magnus lifted his hands, fingers glowing blue. Izzy’s staff shifted into her whip beside him as they tensed.

Alexander whistled, a long wavering note. Muffled voices could be heard on the other side of the door and at the sound, Jace reached out and knocked twice.

The door burst open, a man with light hair holding a seraph blade bursting through, only for Isabelle’s whip to slash across his face. He stumbled back and Magnus sent a burst of his magic through, forcing him fully out of the way so Alec and Jace could rush through. He followed them quickly, loathe not to be beside them.

Izzy followed him and then ran past him at the sight of Simon, shackled inside a small metal cage in the corner. The bars were almost certainly adamas and while Simon was better off against the substance than many others, he wasn’t immune. He jerked back at the commotion and Magnus heard him yelp when he slammed into the bars.

“Simon!” Isabelle called out to him and Magnus lost track as a blade was thrust at him. Jace was dealing with another young woman and Alexander was backing an older man in a suit into a corner, his bow levelled at the man’s chest.

The blonde with a bleeding gash across his forehead tried to stab Magnus again and he huffed. This one needed more training. He clicked his fingers and burning ropes of magic tied up both his assailant and Jace’s just as he disarmed her. He waited for Alexander’s orders for the third.

“You and your filth are not welcome in this city Lightwood.”

“I don’t know how you got Simon here, but you had to know it was never going to work.” Jace said.

“If the warlock had stayed out it, we might have succeeded. No matter, we will still see you removed from your position.”

“We?” Alexander’s voice was smooth, warm and attentive in the way he could sound when he wanted something from you. His drawn bow didn’t move.

“There are several prominent houses that can see the doom your appointment spells. Penhallow may believe that new blood, peaceful cooperation, and all of that soft idealism is what we need but there are those of us who know better. We remember the true nature of downworlders, we remember what happens when we  trust them. You’re a blood traitor Lightwood, filthy by association. It’s only a shame you took your sister and your parabatai with you. I warned Jia, appointing a downworlder’s whore was a mistake-”

Magnus sent a curl of magic, licking over the man’s bare knuckles and making him scream in agony.

“Magnus.” Simon’s rough voice cut through his anger and he stopped. He needed to let Alexander handle this.

“You will give me names, won’t you?”

The man laughed, shaky after Magnus’ attack, “Why? There’s nothing you can do to us. I didn’t hurt your vampire, in fact I could have you arrested for breaking into my home and attacking  us. ”

Alexander smiled and loosed his arrow, letting it bury into the brick beside the man’s head, the adamas sinking in as though the wall was butter.

“I don’t think you understand what, exactly, is happening here.” Alec knocked another arrow but kept his draw loose, “Consul Penhallow cleared this retrieval, Simon might be a vampire but he can still put his hand on the sword and I am well within my rights to arrest you and anyone else I find might have helped you, both for abducting someone under the protection and employ of the New York Institute, blackmail, and threatening violence against an innocent. So you will give me names, now, or I will allow Magnus to have a turn.”

The man just sneered and Magnus reflexively tightened his hold on the other two, making the girl shriek in pain and the blonde man moan loudly.

“Simon.” Alec started, “Did he hurt you?”

“He didn’t but someone else hit me a few times, threatening to take my fangs. He called them Joshua. There was also a woman, about Izzy’s height, a scar on her temple?”

“Her name?” Alexander asked, casual.

The man against the wall, who Magnus figured must be a Bleakfallow, swallowed.

“Magnus?”

He let his magic seep toward Bleakfallow who eyed it and just before it touched him started speaking quickly, “Thornwell, Magdalena Ravenscar, Theron Yewcraft, another who only wrote to me and refused to give their name. Please, don’t let him-” Magnus pulled his magic back.

Bleakfallow slumped in relief.

“Garrick, Miranda, and Benjamin Bleakfallow, by order of the Clave you are to be remanded to the Gard where you will await trial. You have the right to an advocate, to be requested at any time. Magnus, if you would?”

Magnus dropped all three of them, not bothering to soften their falls.

“Thank you.” Alec put his bow away and hurried to kneel beside Izzy, Jace joining them as they examined the runes on the cage. Magnus kept an eye on their prisoners, confident they could open it without him. Sure enough the ringing of stele’s and then the clatter of the door falling open came quickly.

“Thanks for the save guys!. Again.”

Simon climbed out, wincing as he went and stretching as soon as he had room to.

“At least when I was a rat I didn’t have to sleep in a cage. Can we get out of here?” He asked and Magnus laughed at the good natured ribbing that Jace started. Isabelle was wrapped under one of Simon’s arms and Alexander dragged their prisoners together.

Magnus nodded at him and snapped open a portal, “Everybody grab a bad guy, I’m going to have to bring them around a little so we don’t misplace them on the way through.”

“Are you sure?” Jace asked, sounding a little put out and Magnus rolled his eyes.

“Only a handful of beings deserve that fate and unfortunately, these are not among them.”

-

They returned to the loft after making sure that Simon was settled, Isabelle asking Underhill to remain in charge for the night so she could spend time with him. He’d been chipper but Alec could see that he needed a few less people crowding him.

Jace had headed to Clary’s again, jittery.

“I hope you don’t think badly of me if I say I hope everything about their trials gets tied up in paperwork for a while.”

Alec laughed, hanging his jacket before turning and pulling Magnus into his arms, “Of course not. I, for one, just want everybody to get too busy to need us for a while. I want to take a shower with you and watch something terrible and-”

Magnus kissed him and Alec let himself fall into it. The soft press of Magnus’ lips and the light taste of his chapstick as Alec deepened it. They parted with smiles.

“We should get out of the doorway.”

“Yeah.”

Magnus tugged him back into a kiss and Alec hummed, ready to follow him into more, when a sharp panic tugged at him. He stepped back, blinked.

“Alexander?”

“Oh for-something’s wrong with Jace.”

Magnus’ soft worry changed immediately into a sharper sort of concern, by passing irritation as Alec pressed a hand to his side.

Magnus snatched a book, one that Jace had Izzy bring over, off the side table and Alec waited.

“He’s...he’s on his way here?”

Magnus frowned and Alec stepped away from the door just as Magnus’ eyes widened.

“Clary’s on her way up, I let her through the wards. I imagine Jace is with her, though I didn’t-oh. Yes. He’s just behind her a bit.”

Alec didn’t understand why Clary had come, especially because based on what Magnus said Jace had probably chased her.

The door flew open and Clary, eyes wet with tears and nose red, headed straight for Alec.

“You-you!” She looked enraged and Magnus threw a wall up between them while Alec raised his hands, confused. He had no idea what was happening.

She punched the wall of magic, “You  murderer!”

Oh. He knew immediately what she’d remembered but it didn’t make it easier. When he’d been possessed and the demon had forced his hand through Jocelyn’s chest he didn’t know what it felt like to lose a parent, he’d been horribly guilty and it had taken a lot to get past it all but he hadn’t been able to connect with Clary’s loss the way he did now. He knew the ache of it, the constant desire to reach for someone who was no longer there, the lost feeling that snuck up out of nowhere. He knew how the grief could catch you over strange things, leave you hollow and hurt at the sight of a perfectly regular object.

It was different too, in that Clary had never blamed him in the moment. Sure, Iris had made him think that but this was...Clary was furious, screaming words he couldn’t make sense of over the ringing in his ears.

-

Jace was there, eyes wild as he looked between where Clary was raging, sobbing as she slapped her hands against the magic keeping her from touching Alec and Alec who was staring at her, perfectly still, no color in his face. Magnus stood to the side of them both, repeating Alec’s name.

“Clary! Clary, stop!”

Jace grabbed her and pulled her away. The numbness spreading through his bond with Alec was terrifying but he could only focus on one thing at a time. Magnus moved behind him, grabbing Alec tightly.

“He killed her! Jace I remember it, he took her heart!”

He pulled her down to the floor with him.

“Listen to me, Clary, I would never have forgiven him if he’d done that. Alec was possessed, a demon possessed him. You don’t remember that part yet. Alec would never, never have done that. It wasn’t him Clary.”

She shoved against him, “I remember-”

“You remember watching a video, right?”

“Yes!” She sobbed.

Jace knew he had to try and drag the rest of the memory out of her, before she could make things worse, “Who was watching it with you? Who were you with Clary?”

“No! Alec, but I-”

“Clary, remember the first time you were here? Remember Alec on the balcony?”

She stopped fighting him as hard, glaring at Alec over his shoulder where Magnus was guiding him to sit down.

“I felt so bad for you.” She snarled and Jace hurried to cut her off before she could say something more awful.

“Clary. Stop. Alec was up there because of a spell, it made all of our fears more real that night and he heard you telling him you hated him and wished he died instead of your mom. Clary, he didn’t kill her. I promise you. Please, try to find the rest of the memory.”

She sobbed harder and he tugged her close, holding her tightly and hoping. As he rocked her he reached for Alec and then he was crying, the tide of guilt and grief was back and when he turned to look over his shoulder as Clary cried he saw Alec.

He was staring at nothing, Magnus kneeling in front of him, hands pressed to his cheeks and talking fast. Alec didn’t acknowledge him and Jace remembered vividly the night he and Izzy found Alec in the bath, fully submerged.

“I-” Clary’s voice came from his throat, “Oh..Oh god.”

Jace squeezed her tighter, “Alec. Oh, no, no, Alec!” She squirmed until he let her go, crawling across the floor under Magnus’ watchful, worried gaze.

“Hey, Alec?” She paused just in front of him, tentatively reaching for him. When no magic stopped her she took his hand, ignoring the way he flinched.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t...I only remembered seeing the footage.” She looked up at him, “It wasn’t your fault Alec, it wasn’t. I think…” She went a little unfocused, like she was remembering something, “I think she would’ve died anyways, if not you, someone else who was possessed would have found her that day. She was too closely tied to Valentine not to draw the demon.”

Alec blinked at her even as she repeated herself. Jace came to sit beside Alec, wrapping his arms around him to ground him.

“C’mon Alec. Come back.”

“I’m right here.” Alec mumbled as Magnus joined them on the couch, fingers squeezing over Alec’s knee.

“I’m so sorry.” Clary said again.

“It’s...it’s okay Clary. Just, next time, wait a while when you get a new memory?”

She nodded, wiping her eyes.

Jace pushed calm into the bond as Alec’s feelings started to subside, not gone but giving way for him to feel other things. He was tired, they all were, and Jace could feel that he wasn’t sure what he wanted, to be alone or not.

“Can Clary stay here?” Jace asked.

Magnus nodded, “Of course. The guest bedroom is yours if you want it, Bisquit. Are you going to be joining us Jace?”

Jace looked at Alec who curled his fingers into the sleeve of Jace’s shirt.

“I think I should.”

-

They didn’t go to bed right away, Magnus sat with Alexander while Jace showed Clary the bedroom and where to find extra toiletries. She came back after a while and sat leaning against Alec quietly. It seemed to help a great deal, the both of them.

Magnus forgot, with all the time between them, that Alec and Clary had finally reached equilibrium before everything fell apart. He remembered Alec hugging her tightly, promising she did the only thing any of them would have. She might not remember all of it yet, but Alexander certainly did.

When she left to go to bed Alexander sighed heavily, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize Alec, that was...I tried to stop her.” Jace grimaced but Alec shrugged.

“It’s okay. She’s always been a force of nature. I wasn’t ready for it.” He hesitated, but when Magnus rubbed a hand over his back continued, “It was bad, because now I understand what she lost, what I-what the demon took from her. I didn’t know, then, but now-”

Magnus brushed his fingers over the black lines on Alec’s cheeks.

“It will get easier, eventually, to think about. The hurt never goes away and there will always be hard days, but Maryse wouldn’t want you to suffer over her Alexander.”

Alec closed his eyes and leaned into Magnus.

“Can we just go to sleep?”

“Yeah.” Jace said and Magnus brushed a kiss to Alexander’s cheek.

“Tomorrow’s a new day.” He said, standing and reaching a hand toward Alec.

“A new day.” Alec repeated, taking it.

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Wednesday ask - I love your Claimed by Fire and I was wondering how the story would go if Magnus knew that Alec was his soulmate and had to get through the Clave to get to Alec. Just a thought! I adore your writing and have been reading your works on AO3 for a long time, I just got on to tumblr so I’m still trying to figure out how this works! Thank you

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Magnus stares at the small, still flickering fire message. It’s a shriveled little thing, more char than words but he knows what it says.

It’s his name. 

His demonic name that no one should know but his father and there are words and what looks like blood and tear stains and something in Magnus breaks.

It should never have made it to him. 

Not if what he thinks it means is true. If Magnus’ soulmate is a nephilim, then their fire message should never have reached Magnus, not while he’s in the spiral labyrinth. 

Magnus wonders how many notes were sent. How much desperation his soulmate poured into his messages, for this one to reach him.

The end of the message read Lightwood, no first name, whatever was written the flames ate away. 

Magnus knows this isn’t one of Maryse or Robert’s traps, they wouldn’t ever insinuate or sully their children with even a hint that they were soulmates with a warlock.

Which means that Magnus’ soulmate is being raised by people who hate Magnus. Who hate what Magnus is, who hate his people and his magic and don’t even believe he has a soul.

It’s intolerable. 

Magnus has not waited eight hundred years for this gift to be denied it.

Magnus refuses to let the clave and shadowhunters take one more thing from him, because they will, if they find out, and they’ve already taken so much.

So Magnus plans and he researches and he threatens people and tortures others and he kills until he has a complete if sparse dossier. 

Three Lightwood children and a foster-fourth who bears a different last name.

A babe, Max, too young to send a message. The middle, Isabelle, who is still in training and Alexander, the oldest, the Lightwood heir.

Alexander is his, Magnus knows the moment he reads his full name and his magic surges with hunger.

Cat and Ragnor plan with him, carefully. Ragnor takes them deep into his memory, to show Magnus every secret he can without risking the oaths he once took to teach at Idris.

The clave doesn’t think warlocks can be trusted, so they don’t consider that warlocks trust each other, some of them at least.

But Ragnor loves Magnus more than he loves the sanctity of his own mind and he welcomes both Magnus and Cat in, so that all three can get as much information as possible. 

“You’ll have to be quick, once you're through the wards.” Cat reminds as they look over the layout and the weaknesses. 

“What will you use as a distraction once you’re in? It could take ages to find him.” Ragnor asks, reading glasses perched as his nose as he carefully draws an array.

“I’m going to open a rift to Edom.” Magnus says casually, like he hasn’t been refusing to do so since the start of the war.

“Magnus—” Cat trails off, biting her lip and then nodding solemnly. She understands that to him, the risk is worth it now in a way it wasn’t before.

“Your father is a bloody arsehole.” Ragnor mutters and scowls at the table when Magnus chuckles with relief at Ragnor’s predictable reaction. “At least you’ll get more of your power back, this will break what’s binding him to Edom, won’t it?”

“Yes,” Magnus admits easily. “Even the Council doesn’t know my heritage, only my abilities. If they knew what the risk was, they would never have asked me. However they have, that I chose to go through with it is their own fault.”

Which is true. Magnus has been at the forefront of this war, his magic and blood spilled more than any other as he fights for life and freedom and sometimes for revenge. Because Magnus is owed his pound of flesh and when he storms Edom for the soul born of his soul, he’s going to take it.

—

Magnus opens the rift slowly, carefully. Ragnor used the last of his priceless nephilim artifacts to create a spell that will let Magnus slip past the wards and go to the location Magnus knows from Ragnor’s mind. 

So it’s with shocking ease that he enters Alicante in the early glow of dawn. A pink and orange hue dapples over the sky as the sun peeks up over the great forest and mountains that protect Idris.

And Magnus opens the rift and the sky bleeds red and the air fills with screams. Magnus tucks himself away, up high and in the shadows so he can watch the nephilim run like ants, screaming and shrieking like so many downworlders do in their raids.

Some are killed instantly, unable to get their weapons in time and unprepared for violence in their perfect little city of rotten divinity. Magnus is getting bored, watching the demons trying to crash into the towers and the shadowhunters trying to drive them away. Some get ripped in half and others dropped into the rift for other demons to devour.

It’s gruesome and horrific and possibly the most gory massacre Magnus has ever had the pleasure of watching or instigating and he can’t even enjoy it properly.

He has something more important to concentrate on.

He doesn’t find him for ages. Not until several hours have stretched past, the demons still coming but slower than they once did. Idris may yet survive this, it seems Magnus’ father has finally awoken and is calling some of the more controllable ones to him, the ones who haven’t scented angelic blood and answered Magnus’ call.

It’s a culling the likes of the nephilim have never seen and yet Magnus forgets it all when he sees a demon fall from the sky, a red-fletched arrow through its eye.

Magnus is too slow to track the arrow and another demon crashes into the tower the archer is hiding in.

The tower goes down.

But the demon also falls, a small figure wrapped around its neck with something glinting in the air.

Magnus is in delighted awe.

His soulmate realized he was about to fall — Magnus would have caught him, will always catch him now he’s found him — and instead, jumped on the demon and is now hanging on via some kind of weapon in its body. The demon twists up and up, wings beating powerfully as it tries to dislodge it’s attacker and Magnus holds out his hand and says, “bring him to me.”

The demon comes, ignoring the hunter clinging to it, obeying the master who claimed it.

Magnus lets the demon get above him and then destroys it, his magic wrapping protectively around his soulmate and Magnus steps out, catching his soul in his arm.

“There you are.” Magnus says, his entire being filled with a sense of delighted awe.

His shadowhunter is shocked and bloodied, but he’s whole and he’s in Magnus arms. And then hazel eyes are lighting up with equal awe and weapons are being dropped as arms come up around Magnus neck.

And Magnus is being kissed with the desperate and innocent passion of someone who has been waiting to be found.

“Sayang, my Alexander.” Magnus murmurs, “you clever boy. Getting your messages to me, shall we go home now?” And then because he needs to hear it, he murmurs his own name and Alexander kisses him, more chaste now, shy rather than untold years of agony being soothed.

“Anywhere, as long as it’s with you, Magnus.” 

He’s told and Magnus summons his boy’s weapons and in the middle of carnage and devastation, he opens a portal and takes his soul home.