#thank for the lovely prompt (even tho tumblr devoured it)

[fistfuloflightning]

tumblr ate your prompt @violet-petals-in-the-rain when I tried to post T~T

Wei Wuxian and fancy do’s do not go together. He’s bored out of his mind and he lost his jacket about a half hour ago. He’s currently idly contemplating how to prank the handful of Lan professors in the corner. He’s only there because Nie Mingjue needed a plus one to his little brother’s gala, and despite the fact neither want to be there they’ve still taken advantage of the open bar. Unfortunately, Wei Wuxian should have remembered Nie Huaisang’s penchant for exotic alcohol back at university. He really should have. But it’s worth it for the look on Nie Mingjue’s face.

A sputtering cough and Nie Mingjue glowering down at his glass as if it’s betrayed him. “What is this swill?”

His only answer is an inarticulate cackle.

[alexanderlightweight]

It’s Wednesday! I love your writing I found it like a month ago on ao3 and have since devoured everything on there and have now moved to sifting through your tumblr to consume all of your fantastic art. It’s so good no I love your magnus and Alec.

To the prompt!

I would really like to see something like Alec captured because of his light wood/trueblood heritage maybe to control him for his powers or something, and then Magnus comes for him “terribly sorry but this is mine” and some peak comfort for Alec in the aftermath cuz he’s not used to being completely helpless in a bad way

You have full artistic liberties of course to do whatever feels best for it I’ll love it no matter what thank you for doing this!

this is very sweet! i'm glad you are enjoying it so much because i do love writing them! I realize it's been a very long time since this was sent but I really appreciate this ask and enjoyed the prompt involved!

i hope you also enjoy <3

a stolen heart

Alec drifts, his thoughts too brief to truly form, a haze enveloping his mind as he fights to surface while sinking deeper still.

—

“You said he might take longer on this mission than usual.” It’s hardly a true consolation but Ragnor offers it anyway, a small frown lingering on his face as he studies Magnus carefully.

This was supposed to be a leisurely night spent reminiscing and it has been, for the most part.

There was also a fairly long monologue halfway through of how much Magnus adores ‘his Alexander’ but well, Ragnor does enjoy hearing about Magnus being happy, even if he grumbles about it.

Yet that peace has come to an end as the clock slowly ticks past three.

It’s now a quarter past four am and Ragnor finds himself nervous as well.  He’s on his third pipe in the last hour, fingers clenching the warm bowl as Magnus’ drumming fingers fill his ears with a nervous staccato.

Magnus’ phone rings first.

Then Ragnor’s is ringing, even as Magnus is hurriedly snapping his open.  He doesn’t even bother to use his hands, magic performing the act with all haste.  Fire messages arrive even as a voice frantically shares information through the phone.

There are no hellos.

Ragnor listens to his own call hollowly, watching the devastation on Magnus’ face turn to a visage of fury and rage so great that his control over his magick shatters.  

Ragnor mourns the loss of his rug — even if mended, the stench of brimstone will never fade — even as he summons several items and snaps his fingers, sending back duplicates of one message to answer the three fire messages sent.  

“Bring him back promptly,” Ragnor says because as unnecessary as it is, he knows Magnus will appreciate the thought. “Cat is already on her way over. We’ll be here, ready for you both.”

For a brief moment, there is a flash of terrible vulnerability on Magnus’ face and then it’s gone, like a strike of lightning too quick to truly be seen but one that leaves a lasting mark even once faded.

Ragnor feels as though his own heart is breaking as he watches Magnus’ leave, but he will be of no help there, not when Magnus wields more than enough power and anger.

Here is where he will be of the most use.

—

He’s done.

Magnus has had more than enough of being polite.  

He’s had enough of being diplomatic and understanding even as his Alexander — Magnus’ husband — runs off on missions with other, inferior warlocks.

It’s worse this time.  

Alexander is the one doing Magnus’ friend a favor and yet Magnus’ once friend has lost him.

Kallen had dragged Magnus’ beloved out to to help train a doubled response team — one with both warlocks and shadowhunters working together — to subdue a possible demonic summoning.  Kallen had assured Magnus that he was more than capable of protecting Magnus’ beloved and that really, considering it wasn’t his territory, that it would be better to leave it to the local warlocks.

Magnus is never falling for such idiotic drivel again.

Perhaps in the past he would have let an accident slide by.  It’s not as though Kallen planned a trap or purposefully led Alexander into true danger, but the fact that it happened at all is reason enough not to risk it again.

The scene is brutal when he arrives.

Blood, ash and bodies scatter the ground.  

From first glance it looks like a battlefield but Magnus understands what he’s looking at instantly.

A ritual.

One that mundanes attempted to perform and the backlash was enough to take their lives, considering that some of the ingredients and an artifact in the middle of a pentagram are real enough, if of utterly shoddy craftsmanship.

Magnus asks no questions, ignoring Kallen and the other warlocks gathered and bypassing the existence of London’s shadowhunters entirely. 

The energy that lingers on the edges of a burnt circle belongs entirely to Alexander.  It’s barely a trace but for Magnus, it’s more than enough. Blood drips down his clenched fists, the bloodied crescents he’s dug into his own skin already healing even as he chants.

To take Alexander is to invite death and while he��s a bit late to whatever party has his boy,  Magnus would hate to disappoint.

—

Alec’s mind is clearer, but not by much the next time he manages to open his eyes.

Everything around him is still a blur but he tries to piece things together.

There are restraints, both magical and physical, keeping him down and if it weren’t for the tether Magnus has bound to his very soul, he doubts he would even be conscious.  As it is, Magnus’ magic is fighting with him and for him, giving him the strength that he desperately needs even as his own is seeped away.

The tang of copper floods his senses as he chokes, body convulsing as he weakly coughs out a mouthful of blood, trying not to drown on it.  

The noise around him is overwhelming.  He’s too disoriented to focus on any one sound and the lights are unstable, dimming and brightening and making his headache worse. In any other situation, Alec might feel hopeless but he clings to what little senses he can and lets Magnus’ magic take as much control as it needs.  

Time drips past like the slow drip of honey from a cold spoon.  The seconds cling to him, minutes stretching into what feels like hours and the pain threatens to take him down when everything explodes.

“Terribly sorry to interrupt—” and oh, it’s Magnus’ voice.  Magnus is here. “But this one is mine.”

It’s with relief that he welcomes the darkness of unconsciousness this time, knowing instinctively that Magnus has come for him.

—

notes:

Alec: okay just relax, don’t fight the pain but don’t let it consume you, cling to magnus’ magic he will get here when he can we just have to hold on

Magnus: ... alec is hurt and i am not there? Everyone involved is dead to me. No longer friends. Blacklisted. I will burn them alive in edoms flames - rest in ashes ragnor's rug -

Alec: time is hard, i just have to be patient i have no idea how long has actually passed

Magnus: every second is a thousand years filled with turmoil and heartbreak and if i don’t get there in the next five minutes i will kill everyone involved and use their energy to go back in time

Alec: oh is that magnus? Oh thank fuck everything is fine now i’m gonna actually let myself pass back out because i trust him and he’s got this under control

Magnus: i took too long... Lets just kill everyone here and call it backlash. For once alexander can’t complain about the potential paperwork involved

[merakiui]

bro that last ask thing u reblogged.. 😈😈

1- SEAGLASS im a little asshole and love to read fics where the reader is shared ✌️✌️ SUE ME seaglass was the first fic i ever read from u too so its like omg the perfect pick....

8- ur writing style is so goddamn sophisticated 😭😭 every word feels very purposeful if that makes sense? my writing (and most yan x reader fics i find on tumblr for the characters im into) is very simple and verb-focused for comedy's sake so whenever i find an author who uses descriptive, specific adjectives and themes im like 🗣📢 SAY IT LOUDER!!! WE LOVE WELL-CRAFTED, ARTIST FANFICTION!!!! u literally eat up every fic and even just ramblings abt ideas bc u go ham with descriptive words and imagery [dreamy sigh] lovely!

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13- kinda BAHAHAHA i have a friend who found my old yan writing blog bc i ACCIDENTALLY REBLOGGED ONE OF UR FICS FROM MY REBLOG ON THE YAN ACCOUNT 💀💀 so not technically but in my heart yes....

ANYWAY i think ur fr one of the best writers on yan tumblr if not just in general bro 😭😭😭 continue eating it up SLAYY! ❤️

(ask game)

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SEA GLASS YES.... >:) my first ever twst fic and the beginning of my spiral into Octavinelle hell. 😌 I'm so happy you like that fic so much!! I'm also weak for fics where the reader is shared and Octavinelle is such a fun group to write for with that dynamic!!!!!

ALSO ALSO!!!! My writing... Sophisticated?!?!?!?! Σ(°ロ°) I'm so flattered omg,,,, thank you for saying so!!!! I always do my best to eat up every prompt and concept, so I'm pleased it shows in my writing and overall style!! >0< if I don't describe even the smallest of details in a story or rambling, I will go crazy. orz I love love love writing descriptions so much.

The merakiui roots... PLEASE LOL I LOVE THAT!!! Thank you for looking forward to Sea Glass's sequel hehe!! I'm certain it will be a banger!!! >:D and thank you for liking my Floyd stuff!!!! He's so fun to write for. I go so feral for him,,,, he's on my mind all the time. I just love how Floyd he is. OTL so unhinged and silly and true to himself at all times. I'm honored you would be willing to read the Floyd posts right away aaaaaa!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

OMG BEING FOUND FROM THE REBLOG??? T_T in my heart I will count it. ;;;; if it was an Octavinelle fic, I hope your friend enjoyed the fish LOLLLL. >:) everyone deserves to feast upon a delicious seafood buffet. (˘ ˘ ˘)

Truly, thank you so so so so SO SO SO MUCH for your sweet words and praise!!!!!! 💖💖💖 I'm happy you can consider me a good writer and that you can enjoy my work! I will continue to slay and devour!!! No crumbs will be left!!!! (`･ω･´)ゞ this is a merakiui promise!!!!!!!