#this is so incomplete that it’s genuinely baffling that someone felt like it was acceptable

[casbitchh]

why is the wikipedia page for pickup ions so bad. o am murdering whichever solar physicist wrote this. why did you not mention a magnetosphere even once

[thesunshinebunny]

May I be the first to ask for a reaction of the dorm leaders to a fem!reader dancing erotically/sexy?

OF COURSEEE U CAN SWEETY!!!!!

I am very excited to start having the first orders for TW. This is the one that caught my attention the most and  wanted to write ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Off with the spiciness!!

Vice Dorm Leaders reaction

Cater/Jack/Floyd/Epel/Sebek/silver reaction

Riddle

King’s and Queen’s - Ava Max (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rj--hAP_Zo0&list=RDRj--hAP_Zo0&start_radio=1)

The tea party was being a total disaster. Dorm members breaking the rules left to right, incompletely painted white roses, lack of control at the tables, a total madness.

Riddle was getting redder and redder, until he reached the same shade as his hair color.

Time to intervene.

“Cater go get your speakers and connect them to your phone with the music I am going to tell you, on my sign you press play. Trey distracts Riddle for a few minutes, lead him to the loung room if necessary. Ace, Deuce, Grimm, get away everything on the main table. NOW NOW NOW”

“YES MA’AM”

You ran into the bushes behind the main table and started to peel off your top, leaving you in a red lingerie bra. You ripped the bottom to fit some modern shorts and waited for everyone to be in position.

Show time, press play

With the beginning of the music, everyone fell silent, looking for the origin of it, but only finding you positioning yourself on the table.

Riddle shot out into the gardens, about to go "OF WITH YOUR HEAD" who deigned to put that kind of music. But ... like everyone else, he only found you....starting to dance.

People were crazy to see you dance with fluidity and speed ... a good crazyness. They were deconcentrated.

Ace and Deuce cheering as gay friends

Riddle was bewildered, he wanted to speak but the words didn’t come out of his mouth.

ASS TIME!

You broke this boy right then. His eyes followed the movement of your hips and hands, unable to avoid thinking of...

Cheers were raised when you stopped at "of with your head" Your eyes locked at Riddle’s and you gave him a...lewd smile.

Ace and Deuce came up to the table to dance with you and all the members of Heartslabyul began to dance in their places.

Cater had filmed everything and had a mischievous smile drawn on his face, just like Trey. May or may not will send it to Riddle late at night

One thing for sure. That day, you broke Riddle in the most erotic way there is.

Leona

Theeth - Lady Gaga (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnwLh6CWdUY)

That fucking bet. That damn Ruggie.

He convince you that if you managed to do the challenge without Leona being intimidated, he would do your homework for a whole month.

You accepted without measuring the consequences and without even thinking clearly about the challenge.

Leona, Ruggie and Jack were going to be training magift after class with their teams in their arena. Time to attack.

The game was about to start, each player in his position, when suddenly ... a few blows began to sound.

Music came from the speakers. Everyone was baffled, including Leona, he was going to teach the herbivore who dared to interrupt his training a good lesson.

Before he even raised his voice angrily, he caught sight of Ruggie who was pointing him, with a wicked smile, toward the stands.

You were standing there, slowly going down and positioning yourself on your stomach. It’s when you started moving your hips that Leona clicked.

You’re dancing, erotically.

No dorm member could swear to have seen Leona so expressive before. His eyes wide open, his mouth almost reaching the floor, and ... if they dared to go lower, they could sight a tent in his pants.

In the middle of the choreography, you turned around, and Leona was nope and went to you, grabbed your hips and placed you on his shoulders.

“the show is over, go back to training”

From your escort, you could see Ruggie laughing and waving at you with an evil grin. You lost the bet.

“You want to move your hips? I'll give you a reason to move them”

He spanked you and took you to his room.

Moans and grolws could be heard at the arena.

Azul

Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tkfX2phlfE)

It was a disaster.

The person hired to give an entertainment canceled at the last minute. Azul’s throat vein was about to explode.

Customers in Mostro Lounge were getting hysterical, demanding music, dancing, singing, whatever, something.

In desperation he turned to you.

"You need someone for a show, I can help with pleasure"

"Do you know someone who dances, sings, plays an instrument, or tells jokes?"

you gave him a look. Is he serious? You asked him to give you about ten minutes to get ready.

When the lights went down, leaving a dim light directed at you, Azul immediately regretted his choice.

positioned in the middle of the stage, wearing a black top, leaving little to the imagination and tights squeezing your butt, you began to dance a song that he did not know.

“Oh Carp”

The clients, now hypnotized by your dance, began to scream with happiness. Finally the show they were promised.

"The little shrimp sure know how to move" Damn Floyd, don’t make it worse than already is.

Azul felt very uncomfortable from the waist down and felt that at any moment he was going to get ink wink wonk

He asked you to go to the vip room when you’re done to ... discuss your little show in private.

He’ll have to get a few customers to sign a contract to avoid putting their dirty hands on you.

But for now, he's pleased to put his own hands all over your body, and inside you.

Kalim

O Saki Saki - Nora Fatehi (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohRFMg9OxfU)

I know, I know, it is too cliché to put a hindu song for Kalim, but this choreo was around all over tiktok and I couldn't get it out of my head.

Kalim was fascinated when you told him about your old hobby back at your world. Belly dance

He organized a party at his dorm only and exclusively for you and that you could teach not only him but also everyone your fantastic steps.

He even left you a change of clothes in his room and asked you to tell him when you were ready.

Show time, press play

At first he was delighted, you had directed him to cloud nine and had no intention of going down. But...when your movements started to go down, his happy gaze started to fade away.

He settled into his seat and put his hand on his mouth, trying to hide his obvious redness. Jamil realized don't worry. It was hard not to realize that Kalim’s mood had changed and that he needed to solve a...thing.

When you got to the famous part of the dance, he was controlling himself not to go up to you and take you to his room in front of everyone.

Whe you were done, he excused himself from his dorm members and Jamil, grabbed your hand, and the two of you didn't leave his room until the next morning.

Let's say that Jamil didn’t sleep well that night ... or nothing at all.

Vil

Earned It - The Weeknd (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji-l0n6GcnA)

You went to his dorm asking if you could use his ballroom. You've been wanting to dance again for a long time and your own dorm wasn't going to give you the space you needed.

He said yes without problem and left you alone while you practiced.

After a while and intrigued to see your practice, Vil returned to the ballroom hoping to surprise you, but it was he who was surprised.

"Oh ... my, what a view"

His gaze was on your butt, for it round and apple-shaped.

He was intrigued by your dance, impressed by your flexibility and how in those lewd movements, he could find pure beauty.

You were completely immersed in your choreography that you didn't notice Vil standing at the door.

Reaching the end of the dance, you noticed Vil smiling from ear to ear. "Oh no potato, don't stop for me"

You smiled at him and positioned yourself in the middle of the room, turning your back on Vil and looking at him through the huge mirror.

He stood behind you, his hands on your hips. You both waited for the start of a new song.

The two danced together an erotic moves with it’s ending was between the bars and the mirror.

Idia

God is a Woman - Ariana Grande (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evlwPF6g-c8)

Idia was playing on his computer when a movement on his camera caught his attention.

You two used to make video calls constantly because of his fear of interact to other people.

When he opened his app, he noticed that you had left the camera and the computer audio on. He was to say something when music started playing.

You appeared in his field of vision wearing only shorts and a transparent black shirt, which left your nipples visible.

“Oh my Aphrodite. What is this? An unlocked Ero scene?”

Seeing you move so smoothly, he couldn't help but imagine his blue lips on your nipples, watch them harden and turn violet when sucked by him.

Ortho had to enter his room with a fire extinguisher when he started to see smoke coming out of his door.

Idia was completely red, from feet to hair and with a serious problem in his pants.

You may or may not have known he was watching from the beginning.

You will have to pay a visit to Ignihyde dorm leader that night.

Malleus

Buttons - The Pussycat Dolls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7E3CgGyPSr4)

Malleus was taking his night walk when he heard music come out of your dorm. Interested on that unrecognizable music, he went to your door.

He was about to knock when it slammed wide, apparently you had forgotten to close it. It wasn't in his plans to interrupt you, but he was completely curious about what was happening here.

His gaze met with your body dancing something he deciphered as erotic.

"my, my"

He was delighted with your movements to the point of bringing out a genuine smile, which disappeared when your top disappeared, leaving you alone in black and green lingerie.

His eyes widened. His hands began to sweat and he had a strange need to get close to you.

At the end of your dance, you had the scare of your life when you saw the tall and horned figure of Malleus on the doorway of the lounge room.

"Sorry if I scared you, it was not my intention to interrupt you while you’re enjoying yourself"

"How long have you been standing there?" "Since the beginning"

He approched you. He put his thumb on your lips and his piercing gaze met yours. You weren't sure if your legs were shaking from the exercise or how hot and wet Malleus could make you with just his gaze.

"Could you dance for me again?"

You nodded, unable to speak.

He kissed you, lifting you up from your hips and heading to your room.

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Merry Christmas!! I hope you like it!!!!

*****

Find You There

One.

It’s dark outside. Snow falls gently from the sky, pelting the grass in a fluffy white blanket. Their home is abundant with joy and warmth, incomplete traditions of years past inviting comfort into the hearts of a now complete family.

Alec looks on fondly as his husband gathers their sleeping eleven year old daughter into his arms, carrying her to her bedroom. His mother is smiling, her hair resting on her shoulders. Her fingers curl elegantly around a wine glass stem, her right arm resting at Luke’s waist as they snuggle together on the couch. His father and his new wife stand in the corner, laughing softly. There had been years of turmoil when his parents had been married, and a deep sigh of relief had followed their divorce. He was glad to see them both smiling and happy; something he wasn’t entirely certain he’d ever seen when they had been together, not even when he was a child.

Isabelle, Jace, and Max sit on the other couch together, setting up the next game for the evening. Max is 16 now, and Alec feels a never ending burst of pride towards his youngest sibling. He’d been nothing short of a menace growing up, but the years have started to mellow him out significantly. Alec feels all 29 years of his life as he watches him grow into an adult, and it’s something that should maybe bring a feeling of dread, but all Alec feels is a deep and sated content.

Jace, his best friend and sort-of brother, is finally at a point in his life that he can say he’s genuinely happy. Years of abuse from his father, Stephen Herondale, had culminated into a reckless boy longing for love and affection. He’d found it in the Lightwood home, but it wasn’t until a couple years ago when he began regular therapy sessions that he really began to find his own purpose in life. He’s a successful entrepreneur in a happy relationship with his longtime girlfriend, Clary Fairchild. Alec thinks of the ring he knows he keeps in his jacket pocket and he smiles, looking at the bright and happy redhead standing in the corner with her childhood friend and Izzy’s boyfriend, Simon Lewis.

Izzy had made friends with Clary a few years ago, bringing her into their lives and subsequently tearing down all their walls, one by one, until she burrowed her way into their tight knit family. Simon had followed her, similarly settling into their lives as a permanent fixture. Alec had, admittedly, been rather averse to their presence at first but eventually warmed up to the both of them, knowing they had made his siblings happier than he had ever seen them.

Magnus interrupts his musings as he settles in next to him on the large armchair which, though wide enough to seat both of them comfortably, finds Magnus more in his lap than on the chair itself.

“Serenity is asleep,” he says, “She woke up for a bit when I put her in bed but all she wanted was Bun.”

Bun, as their daughter affectionately called her stuffed rabbit, had been around since they’d adopted her 4 years ago. It was the first gift they had given her when they brought her room, and she refused to sleep without it. Alec feels affection swell within him, knowing his little girl was just that, still- a little girl.

“Thank you,” he says, leaning over to give him a chaste kiss.

“What were you thinking about over here?” Magnus asks, and Alec shrugs.

“Just that I’m happy to be here with everyone.”

Magnus hums in agreement and sits up slightly as Isabelle smirks in triumph, announcing the start of the next game.

“Let’s kick their asses,” he grins, and Alec smirks. He loves his family, but there’s no way in hell him and Magnus are losing their winning streak this year.

Two.

Magnus can feel his magic bubbling to the surface, playful and curious as it always is in Alexander’s presence. He suppresses it, not wanting to scare off his new- well. It’s perhaps a bit early to call him his boyfriend- they’ve only been on a grand total of three dates- but the sentiment remains. He really likes Alec, and he’d like to keep him around, if only for a little while.

Everyone leaves him eventually.

They’re sitting in companionable silence, grading tests and sharing longing glances every so often. As he falls into a deep state of focus, he doesn’t notice the blue sparks that start to make their way towards Alec, running across his arm.

“Oh,” Alec says, and Magnus looks up.

Whatever it was he thought he would see, it’s certainly not tendrils of magic wrapping themselves around Alec in smoky blue wisps. Magnus pales and forcefully draws the magic back into him.

“I can explain,” he says, struggling to come up with something to tell Alec.

“Why’d you stop?” Alec asks, pouting, and Magnus freezes.

“What?”

“The magic, why’d you stop it? It felt nice.”

“It… felt nice,” he repeats, somewhat stupidly, taken aback by Alec’s reaction. No one had ever reacted to his magic like this; not even his own mother. In all his nearly 30 years of life, he never thought he’d find someone who would not only accept this side of him, but become confused when he hid it away.

“Yeah,” and Alec is blushing now and oh, this man will be the death of him, “It felt like you.”

“That’s because it was,” Magnus mutters, astounded by this man’s ease of adaptation, “Me, that is. It was me.”

“I figured.”

Magnus shakes his head, smiling brightly at the man sitting across from him. Slowly, he lets go, and his magic reaches out to him again, soft and curious. Alec smiles and Magnus thinks that maybe Alec might just be the one to stay.

Three.

He’s walking along the poorly lit Sunset Boulevard. It’s mid-January and damn near 4 in the morning, but the light leather jacket he has on has him sweating in the California weather. He’s never been able to adjust to the weather here, despite the fact he’d lived here since he was a child.

He doesn’t really know where he is or where he’s going, but he knows he’ll find his way to where he needs to be. It’s a gift that has been with him (with his people, really) for millennia now. He looks up at the night sky, seeing the stars that are there despite the intense light pollution, and he imagines he can see his home from here. He knows he can’t, and that he’ll likely never see it again, but he can certainly hope.

He hears the flash of a camera and he curses, preparing himself for the ambush. He keeps walking, minding his own business, knowing this is the best method for dealing with the unwanted attention he’d been at the behest of for nearly 5 years now.

“Alec! Hey, Lightwood, Alec Lightwood! What are you up to tonight?” the paparazzo calls, and Alec keeps walking. He scoffs as the man continues to follow him, taking pictures as they go. “Come on, man, give me something here! You got a new boyfriend? How’s your sister?”

Alec grits his teeth and spins around, his eyes flashing in anger. The man takes a step back, frightened by the sight. “Woah, hey, I don’t mean any harm,” the guy laughs nervously, “I mean, we’re just concerned ya know, after that brush with death the people wanna know how she’s doing in rehab-”

Alec feels his eyes flash brighter, and the man falls on his ass, breaking his camera in the process. He knows he needs to control himself, he needs to calm down, but the mention of his sister has him seething. He stalks forward and the guy backs up before scrambling to his feet and running, disregarding the shattered equipment he left behind. The tension leaves him almost immediately, and his eyes return to normal. He picks up the camera and stands, turning around to go home. He freezes.

“What the actual fuck?” the man breathes out, his eyes wide.

“Ah, shit,” he mutters, pulling out his phone. He dials the number he knows practically by heart, getting in contact with the organization so that they can get the mess he’d made taken care of. He explains the situation briefly before hanging up, knowing they’d be arriving soon.

“Are you Alec Lightwood?” the man asks when he pockets his phone, seemingly shaken out of his earlier shock.

“Yeah, I am,” he says, knowing the man wouldn’t be remembering this conversation tomorrow, “What’s your name?”

“Magnus Bane,” he says.

“Are you okay?”

“Your eyes were white,” the man says instead of answering the question. Alec curses himself internally; he’d known he was angry, but he hadn’t realized it was that bad. If the paparazzo had looked at him for any longer, the man would be dead.

“Yeah, that happens sometimes,” he says. He can hear the tires screeching not too far away, and he sighed a breath of relief.

“Are you an alien or something?”

“Yeah, actually, I am.”

“Why are you just,” Magnus hesitates, “answering my questions? Aren’t you concerned I’ll tell someone?”

“Not really,” Alec shrugs, greeting the two suited women who exited the car matter-of-factly, “You won’t be remembering this conversation anyway.”

“Wait, what-?”

“Alec,” Maia calls, exasperated, “How many times are we gonna have to do this?”

Alec just shrugs and she rolls her eyes. Gretel smirks at him, amused.

“Who is this guy?” Maia asks.

“His name is Magnus. He just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time; the guy that pissed me off already ran away, but I have his camera.”

“So what you’re telling me is we’re going to have to track this guy.”

He shrugs again and Maia sighs, taking out her sunglasses and neuralyzer.

“Again, what the fuck?” Magnus calls, “I’m standing right here! What are you people going to do to me?”

“Magnus, don’t worr-” Maia starts, her smile sweet and deadly.

“Wait,” Alec interrupts, chewing his lip, “Let me talk to him first.”

Maia huffs and puts her neuralyzer back in her jacket pocket, waving her hand. He walks up to Magnus and hesitates, “I’m sorry about this, I didn’t know you were here,” he says, “But if you don’t mind, I would like for you to at least remember meeting me tonight. If that’s alright with you.”

“Are you telling me they’re going to just… take my memory of this?” Magnus asks, baffled.

“Sort of. It’s more like they’re just gonna… convince you to forget certain things.”

“That doesn’t make this any better.”

“I know,” Alec says, sighing, “Let me make it up to you? When it’s all over?”

“What are you suggesting?” Magnus asks, somewhat suspiciously.

“Dinner?”

“Oh,” he says, “What, like… Like a date?”

Alec blushes slightly, “If that’s what you want, I don’t mind it being a date.”

A smile finds its way onto Magnus’ face, and Alec’s heart stutters, “Okay, I’ll go to dinner with you- on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“If it goes well, and we… get to know each other, tell me the truth of what happened here tonight.”

Alec looks back at Maia and Gretel, then back at Magnus, “It’s a deal.”

He grins and walks back to Maia, explaining the deal to her. She rolls her eyes and grumbles under her breath about troublesome aliens and pretty boys. She walks up to Magnus, pulling the neuralyzer back out. In a matter of minutes, Magnus’ memories of Alec’s more extraterrestrial abilities were erased, and the girls were gone.

Magnus snaps out of it, looking at Alec.

“So,” he purrs, “you got a phone number?”

Four.

Magnus lets out a deep breath and plops into the grass, his sore feet throbbing. Church and Clefairy curled up next to him, sleepy from the long day of travel. Alec throws the bags on the other side and plops next to Magnus, groaning.

“I could sleep for an eternity,” Magnus mumbles, Alec grunting in agreement.

“We should probably let everyone out for a bit, get some fresh air,” Alec suggests. Magnus nods and reaches for his pokeballs, pressing the release button for each one. Church gets up, excited to see his friends (or, about as excited as any Gglameow can get) and Alec’s Clefairy does the same.

Alec’s Snorlax looks around for food before deciding it would rather sleep, settling in a soft patch of grass and snoring peacefully. Magnus’ eyes widen in curiosity as he realizes that this is the first time meeting all of Alec’s Pokemon, and he sits up a little straighter from his own spot in the grass.

Magikarp flops around in the grass next to Magnus’ own Magikarp, and he smiles in amusement. Magikarp were incredibly useless in battle until they evolved, but they were at least good for drawing a smile out. His eyes flit to the right, where Alec is standing, and his eyebrows raise in alwarm at the Bewear trying to elicit a hug out of Alec.

“Bewear, no,” Alec scowls, “We’ve talked about this. You can’t hug me, you don’t know your own strength. I’ll hug you, but you have to calm down first, okay?”

The Bewear slumps in defeat before sitting down. He wraps his arms around himself and pouts, and Magnus has to try really hard not to laugh. Alec sighs and wraps his arms around the Pokemon, muttering something that he can’t hear, and his heart just about melts in his chest.

This man will be the death of him, he’s certain.

He startles as he feels something brushing against his legs, and he looks down to see his own Espeon cuddling up by an Umbreon, presumably Alec’s. Wooper is running around with Clefairy somewhere in the distance, but he can’t drag his eyes away from the sight below him. Church and Clefairy’s bond was something that he sometimes still couldn’t believe himself, but to see his Espeon and Alec’s Umbreon interacting in this way…

Well. He can’t help but entertain that Alec may be his soulmate, if soulmates are a thing. To have Pokemon that are this compatible with one another is rare even amongst family. The rareness of the parabatai bond that Church and Clefairy share only further serves to confound and baffle him.

His thoughts settle themselves as Alec sits next to him, running his hand through Umbreon’s fur.

“I didn’t know you had an Espeon,” he whispers.

“I didn’t know you had an Umbreon,” he responds, “Or a Bewear, for that matter.”

Alec snorts, “He killed a few Team Rocket grunts not long before Izzy and I left. I was supposed to… take care of him,” he curls his lips in disgust, “I ended up training him instead. He’s a good Pokemon, he just doesn’t really know his own strength. We’re working on it, though.”

Magnus nods in understanding. Alec is a caring man with a heart much larger than he can sometimes bear, but he continues to care even when he’s suffocating.

“What’s in that one?” Alec asks, and Magnus remembers he had one last Pokemon to release. He hesitates.

“It’s a Dragonite,” he admits, “Rescued him from Team Rocket a few years ago. She was in a bad way, and the trauma from the experience still affects her now. I’ve never released her around strangers before, and I’m just worried she might attack you.”

Alec hums, considering. He stands and walks a few feet away before calling Church and Clefairy over, the rest of Magnus’ Pokemon and Alec’s Umbreon following moments later. He sits amongst them, placing his hands gently on Church and Espeon.

“Let her out,” he calls, “Maybe if she sees that the other Pokemon feel safe with me, she won’t attack.”

“And what if she attacks anyway?” Magnus asks, his heart pounding against his chest.

“I’ll protect the Pokemon,” Alec says, “Don’t worry about that.”

That’s not what I’m worried about, he wants to say, but he knows Alec already knows that. He just cares far more for the safety of their Pokemon than his own safety. He drags in a deep breath, looking down at the Pokeball before pressing the release button.

Once Dragonite has settled, he runs his hands down her flank and muzzle, whispering. She hums. He breathes, in and out, before stepping to the side and allowing her to see Alec. She perks up for a moment, considering the sight before her. She approaches slowly, suspiciously, and Magnus follows in nervous apprehension.

As they approach, Dragonite sniffs around, watching Alec with an intensity that would make any man fear for his life. Alec didn’t even react, continuing to pet the others. Eventually, Dragonite must decide that Alec is okay, because she lays down- still separated, not entirely trusting of her new companions- and watches.

Magnus lets out a deep breath and sits next to her. Alec Lightwood was definitely going to be the death of him.

Five.

Alec gazes down at the small box in his hands. He’s had it for a few weeks now; he’d honestly intended on proposing the day he got the damn thing- he was owed enough favors from his vendors, he could have gotten the flowers and the food in a matter of hours if he really needed to- but Magnus was acting… weird.

Well. Weirder than normal.

He’s the first to admit that his boyfriend is strange. The nature of a 400 year old man who’d been hiding his powers for nearly that long and then suddenly had them back only a few years ago, he supposes.

But this was weirder than his usual. He’s been distant, and though it’s difficult for him to describe, even the air around them feels different. More charged. Sometimes- and he knows this is crazy because Magnus has always had control over his magic, even when they were first together and he was still getting used to it- it feels like the magic is reaching out to him, trying to pull him in. He could talk to him about it if Magnus would just stop avoiding him.

He sighs and pulls out his phone. If Magnus won’t talk to him, then Alec’s just gonna have to figure this out on his own.

“Hey, Ragnor?” he says, “Are you free today?”

Alec briefly explains the situation and they make plans to meet that afternoon at Ragnor’s home. He got up and grabbed the keys to Magnus’ car, knowing it would take at least an hour to get to Ragnor’s. He could run some errands on the way there, stop by the office to check on the interns. He briefly considers leaving the ring at home before changing his mind, grabbing it and stuffing it in his jacket pocket.

He can’t stop thinking about Magnus the entire time, biting his lip raw as he makes his way upstate. What if Magnus has grown tired of him? They’ve had the immortality argument before, and though he’s mostly accepted it now, he can’t help but wonder how Magnus can even stand to be with someone like him.

Mortal. Boring. Predictable.

He pulls into Ragnor’s driveway, impressed as he always is by the house. It’s an 18th century cottage, European inspired and probably expensive as all hell. Being immortal certainly has its financial perks.

Ragnor greets him before he even walks up to the door, having felt him enter the wards the moment he passed the mailbox. He’s ushered inside, and he smiles in amusement at the man’s antics.

“Now, now,” Ragnor says, practically pushing him onto the couch and summoning a tray of tea and snacks, “From what you’ve told me about the way Magnus is acting, I’m fairly certain I know what the issue is on his side. You, on the other hand…”

“Me?” he asks in confusion, his brows furrowed. What did he do?

“You see,” Ragnor begins to explain, munching on a cookie (It’s a biscuit, says the voice in his head that sounds like Ragnor, and he wonders when that happened) “When warlocks allow their magic to be active and have been in a relationship for so long, our magic begins to reach out to that person. It’s totally normal, usually wouldn’t be a cause for concern, except that it can only happen when our partners possess magic of their own.”

“I-” Alec starts, and isn’t that something? To think he’s had magic this whole time, to know that he’s not so mundane after all, “I’ve never used magic.”

“I know that, you know that, Magnus knows that,” Ragnor says, “That’s probably why he’s been so distant. Old insecurities and frankly ancient trust issues have come back to bite him in the arse.”

Ah. “I guess that makes sense. Suddenly finding out I have magic after all these years…”

Except he hadn’t known, either. He really needs to talk to Magnus about this. But, first thing’s first.

“Can we find out what I am?” he asks, “Like… what kind of magic do I have?”

Is he immortal?

“Yes, of course,” Ragnor says, pulling out a small vial, “Just drink this.”

Alec eyes it suspiciously, raising it to his face to sniff. No smell. He shrugs and downs it, not feeling any different, though by the look on Ragnor’s face he was certainly seeing something. He looks down and gasps.

“Where did these tattoos come from?”

His arms are covered in them. Stark black, curving in confusing manners, almost like calligraphy. Except, when he looked at them, he knew what they meant. Courage. Strength. Stamina. Healing. Angelic power.

“You, my dear boy, are one of the last remaining nephilim,” he says in awe, “and judging by the wings you now have on your back, I’d say the blood of the angels runs quite strongly through your veins.”

Alec whipped his head around, and he caught a glimpse of white glowing wings before they vanished. He looked back at Ragnor, then down at his now bare arms.

“How the hell am I supposed to tell Magnus that I’m a Shadowhunter when they don’t even exist anymore?”

Ragnor winces, “Well, it won’t be easy, that’s for sure,” he softens, “But he’ll listen to you. He loves you to the point that, if you were even a fraction of a bad man, he’d be in severe danger of being hurt.”

Alec nods, instinctively pulling out the box and looking at it. Ragnor inhales sharply, not quite a gasp, and sits up straighter. Alec looks up at him, and the look Ragnor gives him is nothing short of pleading.

“Take care of him.”

“I will,” Alec says, more determined than ever. He has some favors to call in.

Plus one.

Magnus wakes up slowly to his boyfriend- husband, he corrects himself with glee- wrapped tightly around him. He grins and turns around, facing him. Alec is still asleep, though he seems to be waking up now. He leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead, and Alec’s nose crinkles slightly. He can’t resist pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose before Alec tips his chin up, and he kisses his lips.

It’s soft and gentle and slow. They don’t have to get up or go anywhere or do anything. They could lie here like this all day if they wanted, wrapped up in nothing but each other.

Magnus hums and pulls back, his eyes fluttering in contentment. Alec has a soft smile on his face, his fingers gently stroking under his eyes.

“I love your eyes,” he mutters, and Magnus smiles.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.”

Alec kisses him again, somehow softer but no less intense in emotion. He could do this for hours; days; he could do this for an eternity, if he had the chance to do so. He pulls back again.

“Simon told me something interesting at the wedding last night,” he says, laughing at Alec’s eyeroll.

“How interesting can it be? It’s Simon.”

“He told me that you asked him to turn you.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

Magnus snorts, “Oh, yeah, he says. How do you forget to mention that?”

“I forgot it happened,” Alec mutters, “I was desperate to get to you, but then Clary came up with that rune, and well…”

Magnus sighs, wrapping his arms around Alec and pressing a kiss onto his temple. Alec leans over and kisses his neck, snuggling into him.

“I still can’t believe you came,” Magnus whispers, “I didn’t think I would ever see you again. I-”

He thought he would be alone. Forever.

“I told you,” Alec says, “We always find our way back to each other, and it was only Edom.”

“Clary had to invent a new rune just so you could bare to enter Edom,” Magnus says.

“Yeah, and I found you,” Alec insists, “I’d find you anywhere if I had to. If you somehow ended up in another dimension, I would find you there. When I die and you live on…” he swallows, tears pricking his eyes, “We’ll find each other again. You’ll never be alone, Magnus.”

Magnus rests his hand on Alec’s cheek, staring at him in wonder, “Where have you been all my life?” It’s cheesy but he means it all the same. Where was this man when he was alone, for all those centuries? Where was he as the Angels looked down on him in contempt, throwing tragedy at him from every angle?

“I was looking for you,” Alec says, and what is Magnus supposed to say to that?

He can’t think of anything, so he kisses him. And he kisses him. And Alec kisses him back.

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@illtakeyourthrone​ asked:  "You could rattle the stars, you could"   

         For  the  longest  time  in  his  life      Eugene  took  pride  in  his  accomplishments——      no  matter  how  wrong——     it  felt  good  in  the  beginning.       This  time  however,     it  was  different,      it  felt  great,      felt    right.     And  yet  he  seemed  to  wonder  about  the    reason    behind  such  a  feeling  when  only  a  few  months  ago  his  mind  was  almost  made  up  about  giving  up  from  attempting  on  reaching  this  goal.      There  was  a  lot  to  prove  in  order  to  fit  in  but  Eugene  no  longer  desired  a  reputation  or  a  fortune,      he  would  have  settled  with  something  more  simple.     This  wasn’t  bad  either.      Though,     a  part  of  him  wishes  if  the  road  was  a  little    easier. 

       ❝ Captain  Eugene  Fitzherbert.  ❞      the  title  still  foreign  to  his  tongue.      The  old  Captain  had  said  it  so  suddenly  and    confidently    that  it  took  him  aback,      not  only  for  thinking  that  he  would  never  give  him  that  position  but  for  the  man  being  still  determined  about  this  choice    even  after  all  that  had  happened.      There  was  a  whole  ceremony  planned,     and  yes,     the  new  Captain  was  happy.      But  as  any  event  in  this  new  life  goes  Eugene  found  himself  wanting  to    leave    much  sooner  than  he  and  Rapunzel  usually  do.      The  new  uniform  wasn’t  the  cause  of  the  sudden  need  for  air      (  for  he  was  rarely  ever  comfortable  wearing  anything  formal  for  a  long  time. )      there  was  simply  a  lot  to  take  in  and  he  needed  some  time  alone  to  process  it.   

         With  everyone  gathered  in  the  palace  it  was  easy  to  find  an  empty  spot  away  from  the  crowd.      The  guards  that  stood  by  the  wall  were  positioned  elsewhere,     and  so,     he  had  been  sitting  there  undisturbed  for  a  while.      His  feet  didn’t  take  him  any  further  than  that,      crossing  that  wall  felt  like  breaking  a    promise,      he  wouldn't  leave  Rapunzel  behind,      they  were  in  this  together,      but  in  spite  of  all  their  attempts  they  had  almost  fallen  under  the  pressure  and  allowed  it  to  tear  them  a part.      He  remembers  that  day  as  if  it  had  happened  yesterday,      the  fear  of  losing  her  and  the    guilt,      the  pain  was    nothing    compared  to  his  guilt.      Eugene  didn’t  linger  much  on  that  thought,      or  the  fact  that  his  leg  had  healed  completely  by  now,      he  wanted  to  put  this  behind  and  do  better  next  time,      knowing  that  there  were  more  challenges  to  come,      and  hopefully  they  would  face  it  better  than  they  did  then.   

         It  wasn’t  long  until  Rapunzel  joined  him,      she  may  have  ramarked  something  about  the  fact  that  he  was  Captain  now  but  his  attention  was  taken  by  her  arms  that  encircled  his  shoulders  in  greeting.      ❝ Missed  me  already ? ❞      came  a  light  tease  with  a  quick  kiss  pressing  against  her  cheek  before  he  moved  a  little  so  she  could  sit  by  him.      ❝ Sorry  I  went  without  you  this  time,      you  looked  like  you  were  having  an  important  converstion  with  your  dad.  ❞      he  said  then  added:      ❝ Besides,     I  can’t    steal    the  princess  on  the  first  day  as  Captain,      gotta  set  an  example  and  all. ❞      the  former  thief  joked  with  a  small  laugh.   

         Unlike  what  she  may  have  thought  he  wasn’t  out  here  to  watch  the  stars.      Actually...     he  only  seemed  to  remember  they  even    existed    when  they  were  mentioned,      no one  could  miss  seeing  how  clear  and  bright  the  sky  was  tonight      (   yet  there  was  a  doubt  if  he  would  have  bothered  to  look  up  even  if  he  wasn’t  so  lost  in  thought. )   Still,      light-browned  gaze  moved  at  the  reminder,       away  from  a  tender  smile  to  the  scenery  above,      why  did  it  seem  to  him  as  if  he  was  seeing  them  for  the  first  time ?

       ❝ There's  this    story...  ❞      he  spoke  after  a  moment,      breaking  the  silence  softly   ❝ about  god-favoured  heroes  and  beasts  who  earned  a  place  amongst  the  stars  as  a  memorial  of  their  deeds...      I  was  only  a  kid  when  I  heard  it,      and  after  that  I  remember  spending  many  nights  looking  up  there  and  telling  myself  that  one  day  I'll  find  my  place  with  them  too.      Maybe  I  had    high  hopes,      or  maybe  I  just  needed  to    belong... ❞      he  thought  with  a  sigh      ❝ but  I  don't  suppose  thieves  and  liars  fit  in    anywhere    to  begin  with. ❞      as  happy  as  he  should  have  been,     Eugene  only  found  bitterness  when  he  stared  down  at  his  hands,      hands  that  took  away  more  than  they  ever  gave...    how  could  someone  like  him  be  regarded  as  a  protector or  a    hero ?    

          Nevertheless,      his  doubts  seemed  to  quiet  down  when  smaller  digits  tangled  with  his  own,      palms  pressed  against  one  another,      offering  a  sense  of  safety.      She  never  left  him  empty  handed  or  incomplete,      one  of  her  many  simple  acts  of  love  but  what  made  it  feel  so    fulfilling    was  knowing  how    genuine    it  was,      it  was  enough,      more  than  enough    for  someone  who  knew  so  little  about  the  heart  and  its  secrets,      hence  why  it  seemed  as  if  his  own  would    burst    when  affection  came  with  words  so  loving  and  sure.      Even  now  he  couldn't  comprehend  the  reason  behind  her  unwavering  faith  in  him  and  what  he  is  capable  of  doing,      Eugene  could  have    laughed    at  first  for  him  being  worthy  of  his  place  sounded  as  a  joke,      but  her  expression  told  him  everything,      her  words  were  sincere  no  matter  how  exaggerated  they  sounded  to  him...    '  rattle  the  stars '      could  he  really ?      What  an  amazing  story  that  would  have  made...   

          Silence  fell  over  him,      as  he  found  himself  little  baffled  by  the  princess'  response.      ❝ What  a  thought... ❞      he  smiled  slightly       ❝  But...   I  don't  want  to  prove  anything  to  the  stars  anymore,       well,      not  all  of  them  anyway,      there's  only  one  star  I  have  my  eyes  on,      much  brighter  than  all  of  them  combined,      and  I  don’t  have  to  do  the  impossible  to  find my  place  with  her,      because  she  accepts  me  for  who  I  am,      and  the  best  part  is...    I  know  she  loves  me  just  as  much  as  I  love  her.  ❞

          Eugene  couldn't  deny  that  he  doubts  himself  still  and  thinks  so  little  of  himself,      but  it  didn’t  mean  he  didn’t  have  faith,      it  lay  elsewhere,      with  her,      them  and  the  life  they  were  building  together.      ❝ I  don't  understand...      why  you  believe  in  me  so  much,      honestly,      you're  the  only  one  who  ever  did... ❞      he  mumbled  as  his  hold  tightened  around  hers      ❝ thanking  you  doesn’t  feel  like  it’s  enough  but  I'm  greatful  for  everything  you've  done.      If  you  think  about  it,      I  wouldn't  be  here  if  it  wasn’t  for  you.      I  could  rattle  the  stars,      I  could  do  it  with  you.  ❞.