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ti-bae-rius · 4 years ago

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Malec couple’s yoga one shot

“I can’t believe you agreed to this.”

“What? Yoga is a really great training activity. It keeps your muscles strong and toned and is great for flexibility and stamina.”

“Flexibility and stamina? I do like the sound of that.”

“Magnus!”

The two of them walked along the streets of New York, both in workout gear – though that phrase meant two wildly different things for each. Alec’s runes were glamoured and he wore his training gear – sans the heavy leather fabric shadowhunters donned for battle – which mainly consisted of a pair of loose jogging pants and a t-shirt that (like all Alec’s t-shirts) had seen better days. Magnus, however, had taken this as an opportunity to acquire some truly magnificent new clothes. A tank top reading ‘I’m heavily meditated’ and a pair of tight-fitting joggers, cuffed at the ankle and tailored to hang just right, completed Magnus’s outfit. Alec had to smile. No one else, in the history of workouts, had tailored yoga pants. But then no one else was quite like Magnus.

“We don’t need mats or anything, do we?” Alec asked, as they passed under the archway into Central Park. “The information seemed really vague. Do you think it’ll run over – my mom can only handle Max and Rafe for so long.”

“All this worrying doesn’t seem very zen of you,” Magnus chastised, taking Alec’s hand and swinging it like they did when they were making Max and Rafe ‘fly’ as they walked along the paths. Alec always thought this was somewhat of a big ask from Max, who actually could fly without the aid of Alec’s arms that were usually already somewhat tired from demon-hunting all day. Nevertheless, their squeals of joy made it all worthwhile.

A small throng of people were gathered, couples stretching together and chatting, in Central Park’s Sheep Meadow. Though still busy, it was somewhat less crowded and tourist-populated than the majority of the Park. Alec squinted to look who was there as the two of them walked closer and leaned up to whisper to Magnus, “There’s more gays than I thought there’d be.”

“Oh please, couples yoga is for three sets of people: bohemian lesbians who have squeezed this in between sensual pottery and live drawing where they only draw Cate Blanchett, straights whose marriages are on the rocks and are in desperate need of closeness not derived from brushing past one another on the way to write something on their family planner by the fridge, or gay couples – that’s us – whose marriage is just where it’s supposed to be.”

“And who want a brief moment of respite from their children – one of whom transforms into a bat when annoyed and one who loves annoying his brother?”

“I don’t think that’s quite as universal as you might expect,” Magnus pointed out and Alec laughed.

Thankfully, no one else seemed to have yoga mats. Despite Magnus’s assertions, most of the couples here looked calm and happy to be there. Alec relaxed a little and when a man and woman came over to introduce themselves as the instructors, he leaned casually against Magnus’s side, content to let his husband do the talking. He glanced round, watching the sunlight filter through the leaves of a nearby tree, mottling the grass below it with little pools of soft illumination. This was pretty nice, he thought, a feeling of serenity washing over him. Maybe Magnus was right, maybe Alec did just need to loosen up and relax, try and enjoy these new experiences. Maybe they’d become that couple, the couple that did yoga in the park and had brunch with their kids where they didn’t even drink mimosas or bloody marys because they didn’t need the pick-me-up of socially acceptable mid-morning alcohol. He’d always thought Izzy would be that person.

“Right,” the female instructor said in a voice that commanded the group. Though she’d raised her voice to gather them, she still sounded soft-spoken. “Let’s all find a space and let that space be our own bubble. Today, you and your partner are one being, two halves of one yogi. Together, let your hearts find a space. Be led by your shared heartbeat.”

Magnus and Alec exchanged a look and Magnus raised an eyebrow. Perhaps this was a little…much. Alec gave Magnus a miniscule frown and mouthed “that’s not very zen”. Magnus rolled his eyes but put a hand out and rested it on Alec’s chest, then put the other hand to his own.

“Our collective heartbeat is telling me that we should get out of here,” he said, with the same whimsical timbre to his voice that the instructor had. “It also says that the guac in the refrigerator needs eating tonight.”

Alec gave an inelegant snort and the instructors looked over at them. They didn’t look annoyed – Alec wasn’t sure people who were that at peace could be annoyed – but Alec schooled his expression into neutrality.

“I think just here is fine for our bubble,” he said and Magnus nodded, eyes glittering with amusement.

“I see we have some new energies in our space today,” the male instructor said, his speech with the same gentle lilt as his wife’s. “We welcome you into our family.” Magnus tried very hard not to think of how much this sounded like late-stage Crimson Hand rhetoric. “For our new friends, let me introduce us. This is my wife, Kelly, and I’m Gareth. Family, let’s emit some extra good vibes today to make our new souls feel welcomed and cherished.”

Alec firmly kept his eyes on the instructors instead of giving Magnus the weighted look he wanted to. Okay, this seemed a little full-on, but they’d just got here. They couldn’t judge it yet.

“What we’re going to do is start with a really easy pose that will help to solidify your connection to your partner and maintain your unity throughout our time together today,” breathed Kelly. “Let’s start with a stacked child’s pose. One half of your team transition now from mountain pose down to child’s pose, copying Gareth.”

Alec and Magnus exchanged looks and Alec shrugged, watching Gareth fold himself down onto the floor, facedown, as if having an existential crisis. Alec copied, and immediately felt the grass tickle his nose. From somewhere above him, Kelly continued talking.

“Now for our other halves, gently climb on your partner’s back and settle into the same pose. This is a really easy starting position and will keep us grounded and unified ready for our next step.”

Alec was about to say something when he felt Magnus’s weight settle atop him, pushing him further into the tickly grass. He breathed around the extra weight on his spine and Magnus bent to whisper in Alec’s ear.

“Wanna admit I was right to say we should’ve left?”

“No, this is very soothing,” Alec mumbled, and coughed on the grass that got in his mouth.

“Also, why is this child’s pose? Have Gareth and Kelly ever seen a child? If Max and Rafe were laid on the floor on their faces like this, I’d call an exorcist.”

“Shhh, I’m getting in touch with my inner peace,” Alec mumbled, and spluttered again on the grass in his mouth. “And also with this dirt.”

After a few minutes of relative calm, Gareth’s voice rung out, soft but commanding.

“Let’s all return to mountain pose now, stretching our arms up over our heads to transition to extended mountain.”

When Alec straightened up again, he glanced around, just to make sure he wasn’t being pranked. But no, a dozen other couples were all doing the same as them, lightly holding their hands above their heads, arms outstretched toward the sunny sky of New York. He settled back into it a little and tried to relax, wondering if relaxing was meant to take this much effort.

“Now we’re going to move into couple’s tree pose,” Gareth instructed. “Stand beside your partner and raise the arm closest to them into the air, touching their palm with yours. You can interlock your fingers here for extra emotional support, if you so desire. With your outside leg, rest the flat of your foot against your upper thigh, and bring your outside hands together to press flat against one another in the space between you.”

“Are you interlocking our fingers for emotional support?” Magnus whispered and Alec huffed a laugh.

“I’m doing it for structural support. I’m on some uneven grass and I feel like I’m about to fall over.”

“Consul Lightwood?”

Alec spun so fast that Magnus stumbled sideways, righting himself just in time and shooting Alec a furious look. In fact, the whole group were staring at them, looking as displeased as a group of people who had dedicated themselves to inner peace could look. Which, to be fair, wasn’t that displeased.

“Is there something disrupting your practise today?” Kelly asked, and Alec gave a nervous laugh.

“Just give me one second,” he said, staring off into the treeline where the call had come from.

“The forces outside your bubble are of no consequence during your practise,” Gareth told him, but Alec was already starting to walk over to the trees. Magnus gave a shrug to the instructors and an apologetic glance to the others in the group.

“He’s got a bad knee,” Magnus explained lamely and set off after Alec, jogging to catch up with him as he spoke to two younger shadowhunters. They couldn’t have been more than sixteen and were gaping up at Alec – and now Magnus too – with wide eyes.

“So how about I report back that you guys have been doing some great work on patrol, and you don’t tell anyone about…that,” Alec bartered. The two shadowhunters nodded and hurried off, casting looks over their shoulders as they went, heads bent together as they whispered. Alec looked at Magnus and burst out laughing. “Okay, you were right. We should’ve left before it started.”

“You mean you don’t want to get in touch with our shared heartbeat and become one soul in two bodies?” Magnus asked in mock-offence.

Alec gave him a sly side-eye and took his hand. “I didn’t say that. I’m sure we can work something out. We still have the apartment to ourselves for an hour or two before we have to get the kids.”

“What happened to ‘my mom can’t cope with them for too long’?” Magnus challenged, a devilish glint in his eye.

“She’ll be fine,” Alec assured him.

“Why are we going to yoga night school?” Magnus asked as they reached the building indicated on Alec’s phone.

“Because it’s the only class I could find in the area when we had someone to watch the kids,” Alec explained. “Don’t worry, I made Simon promise to make them dinner.”

“Well hopefully this one is less traumatic.”

Alec groaned. “Don’t remind me. At least in a building we don’t risk random shadowhunters walking past.”

“Unless they’re in the class too!” Magnus pointed out chirpily and Alec shot him a glare as they went inside.

Much like the last class, people were milling about in couples. Alec gave the crowded hallway a quick scan but couldn’t see anyone they knew – thankfully. Alec relaxed a little. There were about the same number of couples here too, around twelve, and Alec couldn’t tell who the instructors were. Mostly people were talking in soft voices, sipping bottles of water, and leaning affectionately into conversations with their partner. Magnus glanced around.

“What kind of yoga is this?”

“I don’t know, tandem or something,” Alec said. “It was the only one available, but it looks good. The website said something about building trust and closeness or whatever.”

“Clearly imperative for us,” Magnus said dryly. “What with us being so distant and untrusting and all.”

Alec rolled his eyes but smiled.

Before he could respond, a door opened at the end of the hall and a woman emerged in a pair of leggings and a sports bra. She smiled at them and beckoned them all in. As Magnus and Alec passed her in the door, she turned and beamed at them.

“You must be our new sign-ups. I hope you enjoy the class and feel more in touch with yourselves and your bodies when you leave.”

No cult-like mentions of joining a family, or bubbles, or shared heartbeats. Alec heaved a sigh of relief and gave a glance toward Magnus, who was looking around the room. Everyone did seem quite touchy-feely, Magnus thought, but brushed it off. What else should he have expected from couple’s yoga – particularly couple’s yoga with a majority hetero clientele? He and Alec took a seat at the back of the studio, removing their shoes like the others had done and putting them behind their mat, and chatted between themselves until the woman who’d greeted them stepped to the front of the room with her own partner, a tall and well-built surfer-dude type.

“So as most of you know, I’m Carly and this is Dale, and we’ll be your guides tonight. As always, please feel free to take breaks as you need them, communication with your partner is encouraged, and remember to open a conversation after tonight’s class about what you learned about each other and yourself. These classes can really prompt strong feelings, and those should be embraced and discussed in a non-judgemental and loving way.”

“How intense is this class meant to be?” Magnus whispered to Alec, who shrugged, looking a little nervous. Was this for expert yoga-people? Yogists? Yogurts? What kind of relaxation came with a warning?

“While Carly lights the candles and I bring the lights down and close the blinds, feel free to come to rest in any pose that feels comfortable for you. Perhaps that’s child’s pose, a seated position, or maybe even corpse pose,” Dale said, and began readying the room.

“I’m starting to think we might all end up in corpse pose by the end of the night,” Alec hissed quietly, glancing round. “This looks like how most demonic rituals begin.”

“Maybe this is all a trap and Elyaas is just trying to get us to let him see Max again,” Magnus suggested and Alec laughed, looking round at the other couples to see how they were sat. Many were laid side by side, like bodies in mortuary shelves, but a handful of them were laid on their sides, pressed close together as if they were cuddled in bed. Alec raised his eyebrow sceptically and settled for sitting with his legs crossed before him, his back against Magnus who was in the same position.

“I’m getting in first to say we should leave now,” Alec whispered, eyes closed. “Just so if this is as bad as last time, I’ll get to be right.”

Alec felt Magnus’s shoulders move against his as he chuckled, then start a little as Dale spoke again.

“Okay, excellent. Let’s all slowly move to sit opposite our partner, ready to start the session with some synchronized breathing. You can do this in whatever way works for you. You could put a hand on your partner’s chest to feel their inhales and exhales. You could close your eyes and focus on the sound of their breath or maintain eye contact and build a direct channel of communication. You could hold hands. Or you can just meditate, keeping your inhalations and exhalations as one with your partner.”

Alec shuffled round to face Magnus and immediately had to close his eyes. Something about staring into the face of your significant other in a quiet and meditative room made you immediately want to burst out into loud and obnoxious laughter. Instead, he let Magnus’s hand find his in the dark of their closed eyes and tried to match their breaths. Despite himself, Alec relaxed, his shoulders drooping, jaw unclenching. Being a shadowhunter wasn’t a relaxing job, and it was sometimes hard to find time to de-stress. Maybe he’d judged this whole thing too quickly, put off by the last time. Actually, this was pretty nice.

After a while, Carly’s voice came softly through the haze of meditation, instructing them to gently come back to the present. Alec blinked open his eyes and met Magnus’s soft gaze, smiling. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

“Okay, now we’re going to move to our first real position, yab-yum,” Carly said. “You can stay crossed-legged for this, though one of you will have to move a little. One partner will stay seated and the other will climb into their lap, hooking their legs around the other’s back, coming to rest in a lotus position. Dale and I will be transitioning into yab-yum so you can observe us if you get lost.”

Magnus beckoned Alec forward and put his arms around Alec’s waist as the shadowhunter settled onto his husband’s lap, feeling a little uncomfortable doing so in a crowded room. He glanced around to confirm this was right and found everyone else doing the same.

“Relax, we’re married,” Magnus grinned and Alec nodded, laughing to himself. Magnus was right. This was totally innocent; he was just being coy.

“Gently, you can start to rock forwards and backwards,” Dale instructed, resting his hands on Carly’s hips. “Just a slight movement is fine to start. You can time this to your breathing. Breathe in, rock forward. Breathe out, rock back.”

Magnus raised an eyebrow but shrugged, following as instructed. Alec wrinkled his nose. Was it just him or did this feel weirdly…intense? Even personal?

“Are you starting to get seasick?” Magnus teased and Alec shook his head.

“I’m just really confused. What is this meant to do?”

“Help us breathe together I guess. Though, I don’t want to brag, but I’ve been breathing for centuries and I’m pretty excellent at it. I’m currently on my high score of most breaths breathed. I bet I’ve been breathing way longer than all these assholes.”

Alec laughed and tried to relax into the exercise, but he couldn’t help feeling strangely fidgety, like something wasn’t right.

“For a more connective experience,” Dale said. “You can add extra elements, especially if you’re the partner sat on the floor. Try rocking your lower back as well and raising your hips towards your partner’s.”

Alec and Magnus exchanged confused looks, and Alec felt his eyes widen when a few nearby couples began breathing more shallowly, less controlled. Magnus covered his mouth to stifle a laugh at Alec’s scandalised expression.

“Did you know—” Magnus began and Alec shook his head vehemently.

“Is this…” He dropped his voice and mouthed, “sex yoga?”

Magnus gave a loud snort of laughter and Alec shushed him, but the laugh was contagious and the sound came out disjointed and breathless. Instead, Alec put a finger to his lips, and looked up at the ceiling, trying not to meet Magnus’s eyes and start their laughs again. It was going well until Carly gave a breathy sigh and continued.

“This pose represents the mother and father in the act of sexual union, and really appeals to both genders’ need for interpenetration.”

“Well this isn’t going to help us at all then,” Magnus muttered, rolling his eyes.

Alec lost his composure completely and gave a cry of amusement that was smothered too late by Magnus’s hand. Both of them were laughing now, bent forward towards one another with tears in their eyes. Alec could feel the disapproving stares of the other people in the class and tried hard to compose himself, but it was no use. From somewhere above them, someone cleared their throat and the two of them looked up to see Carly stood there, with a face like thunder. And who could blame her, Alec thought. Two total newbies had signed up for her class, been totally blind-sided by what it actually was, and had some kind of hysteric moment in the middle of their session. Before she could say anything, Alec climbed to his feet and pulled Magnus up after him by the hands, still grinning uncontrollably.

“I, ah, don’t think this is our class,” Alec muttered apologetically.

“Yeah, I’m sure it said Bridge club was next door,” Magnus added and Alec had to press his lips together so he didn’t laugh in the poor woman’s face. Alec swept down, grabbed his shoes in one hand and Magnus’s in the other, shoved a pair at his husband, and stumbled gracelessly from the room, weaving between yab-yumming couples, and shutting the door quickly behind them.

As soon as they were out of the building, the two of them exploded into laughter, the sound ringing out on the quiet New York streets. It was already dark, though not even gone seven, and Alec sank down onto a bench to lace up his sneakers, still shaking with amusement. Magnus was bent double, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Tantric, you idiot,” Magnus wheezed. “Tantric yoga, not tandem.”

“I don’t know what that means!” Alec protested, gesturing to the building. “Who does sex yoga at seven on a Thursday evening? It’s a school day tomorrow!”

Magnus cackled and threw his head back, reminding Alec of their very first date, the two of them howling with joy at the awful subway rappers. It was the first time Alec had remembered really letting go, really surrendering to the idea of being happy. There, walking the streets with Magnus back to the apartment that wasn’t yet his home too, Alec hadn’t thought about what anyone else would think, or if someone he knew would see him. All he could think about was those terrible performers, and the way Magnus’s laugh sounded like someone opening the door to the rest of his life, and the whisper of evening air like a great spirit whispering at him that he could finally relax.

Walking home, hand in hand, Magnus nudged a hip against Alec’s playfully.

“So, it’s super important to start a conversation after tonight’s class about what you learned about each other and yourself,” Magnus said, imitating Dale’s rolling Californian drawl.

“I learned that I should read the description of things properly before I book them for $60 a person,” Alec said.

“$60?” Magnus demanded incredulously. “You paid $120 for us to sit in a dark room with a bunch of horny couples and sit on each other’s laps?”

Alec rested his head on Magnus’s shoulder and laughed into the fabric of his jacket. “I just wanted us to have a good night out away from the kids and spend some time together.”

“I like movies, you know? And dinner, and the theatre, and literally anything where a woman doesn’t say interpenetration to me in a room full of other people.”

“Come on,” Alec urged, grinning. “Let’s at least take something from it. What did you learn?”

“I learned…that you are very, very attractive when you laugh,” Magnus said, leaning down to kiss the top of Alec’s head, feeling his husband nestle further into his shoulder. “How about you?”

“I learned…” Alec laughed shyly and straightened up, squeezing Magnus’s hand. “I learned that sitting on someone’s lap while they laugh is a unique experience that is not entirely without it’s…appeal.”

Magnus glanced at him and quirked an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

Alec shrugged and Magnus spun Alec round by the hand.

“I’m sure that could be arranged,” Magnus said softly and watched devilishly as Alec went fantastically red. “Come on, let’s go. Luckily for you we have a ridiculous life so there’s plenty of things to laugh at to get you all hot and bothered.”

Alec swatted at him and shushed him, looking around the near-empty street.

“We can start with the fact that your husband still turns you into a fumbling mess.”

“You’ll always do that,” Alec reminded him, and shot Magnus a winning smile that sent Magnus into his own state of unravelling. “We could swing by Simon and Izzy’s and get the kids early.”

“Or…” Magnus said, with a familiar look in his eyes and Alec’s mouth quirked in a smile. “I don’t know why you look so smug; I was going to suggest we sat in silence and timed our breaths to each other,” Magnus said and ducked away, chuckling, as Alec went to grab for him.

When Alec inevitably caught him, he wrapped his arms around Magnus, pressing a kiss to his neck. “What is our life?” he sighed, and Magnus tilted his chin down so his lips met Alec’s.

“Perfect,” Magnus answered fondly. “That’s what.”

DISCLAIMER

This is a fun fic - don’t take it too seriously. No not all yoga is like this, not all tantric yoga is about sensuality or sexuality, but some of it is and that’s great too. Just...take it in the spirit it’s meant.

#malec #malec fic #Magnus Bane #Magnus and Alec #Alec and Magnus #Magnus x Alec #Alec Lightwood #alec lightwood bane #magnus lightwood bane

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ralfstrashcan · 4 years ago

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Malec in late 2B

It's been *checks watch* three years and I've finally calmed down enough to try and untangle my feelings about the end of 2B in a coherent way.

1) Alec's decision not to tell Magnus about the Soul Sword. I've worked through my thoughts regarding that in this fic already where I go into Alec's reasoning for it. The tldr of which is that a) Alec consciously made the decision not to tell Magnus instead of running out of time to decide, b) he actually had good reasons for that and made that decision with Magnus's and the Downworld's best interests at heart and c) ultimately his love for Magnus was the very reason he didn't tell him because if he had cared about sparing Magnus's feelings a little less he would have told Magnus about the Soul Sword on condition that Magnus can't tell his people, damn the guilt Magnus will feel when warlocks die because they weren't forewarned.

2) Magnus's reaction to finding out. Magnus flips his shit, basically, lashes out, is deliberately hurtful and doesn't really listen to Alec's reasons for his decision. This is both an understandable and an ic reaction because Magnus is a very emotion-driven character and what he just learned is drastic. Could there have been a more graceful way to handle this revelation? Certainly. But it's nothing I would just expect from any given character. You'd have to be exceptionally level-headed to keep your cool in such a situation and I don't fault Magnus for not being that. His reaction was very human.

Alec gets points deduction for his line “Let's not make this personal” because dude, do you know your boyfriend at all? Have you realized that emotional compartmentalization isn't his strong forte? This line just angers Magnus more. (Alec also gets points deduction, with extreme prejudice, for trying to shush Magnus because what is wrong with you, man. I mean, this might just be a personal hang-up of mine but isn't that gesture patronizing as hell? Anyway.) On the other hand Alec gets some points for not going after Magnus. When I first watched that I thought it was very strange and kinda weird but in hindsight it is obviously the right choice. Magnus needed time and space to deal and Alec realized that trying to go after him and talk it out then was pointless and would have only angered Magnus more.

3) Magnus's reaction to Alec seeking him out because of Max. Admirable. Magnus puts all his (very understandable) anger aside to rush to the Lighwood family's aid. It doesn't matter that he can't help in the end, he is there as emotional support despite the frosty atmosphere between him and Alec. It is the decent thing to do but not everybody would have shown such kindness in his shoes. 10/10.

4) Magnus contemplating if he should take the Seelie Queen's offer aka sappy Malec flashbacks. I'm gonna place half the blame on show writers and half the blame on Magnus himself because, bro, this is not how you make a strategical decision for your people. Not even once is Magnus shown contemplating the repercussions of his decision for the warlocks or Valentine or the future of the Downworld. He only mopes about his boyfriend betraying his trust, basically. And I mean! I understand he's hurting a lot! And I understand people can't just turn off their emotions! But a good leader should be able to put his own emotions aside at least for a short time when an integral decision about his people has to be made, and quickly! And in that regard Magnus, uh, fails, apparently.

Again, I think half the blame lies with the show writers who wanted cute Malec flashbacks and generally fail at portraying inner Downworlder affairs if they don't serve the shadowhunter-centric plot. But I can't just yell “ooc behavior!!” and shrug it off because this isn't exactly ooc behavior for Magnus. Magnus is a very emotion-driven character who fails at separating personal and political matters. That's a theme. I point no further than the whole Camille-thing where he turned a blind eye to her bleeder dens because he felt personally indebted to her, and only stopped her when Raphael's life was at stake. So yeah... 0/10.

Full disclosure, I think there is a different way to read these scenes. Maybe Magnus wasn't just nursing his broken heart and missing the point. Maybe what he was actually contemplating was what he'd been fighting about with Luke before, namely if Alec can even be trusted as a person or if he's too much a shadowhunter to ever deserve their faith and cooperation because he will always treat Downworlders as lesser, because he's as racist as the Clave. In that case it would make sense for him to remember their private 1:1 interactions, to reassess Alec's character as a whole. But it would also mean that the conclusion he reached is that Alec is as corrupt as the rest of the Clave, and that would make them getting back together without ever talking about this... even more messed up than it already is! But I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyway, needless to say that I don't interpret it this way.

5) Magnus breaking up with Alec. To me personally (and to Alec) the breakup makes no sense. Magnus and Alec have different stances on, like, the implications of their relationship (and I'm emotionally wired like Alec is, at least in that regard). What I mean is this: Why does Magnus feel the need to break up with Alec? He's not an idiot, he knows that just because he breaks up with Alec his feelings for Alec will not miraculously evaporate as well. He'll be as emotionally compromised as he was before. And yet he says, “The only thing holding me back from [making difficult decisions to ensure the survival of my people] is you.”

Here's the thing. When Alec decides not to tell Magnus about the Soul Sword he does so in his capacity as the Head of the Institute, taking (almost) no account of his role as Magnus's lover. He is able to do that because he can compartmentalize between these two roles in an extreme way and therefor his relationship status has no influence on his decision. (Sure, not being with Magnus wouldn't have provided extra incentive to tell him, but work with me here. What I mean is that if Alec had rationally decided to tell Magnus about the Soul Sword, he would have made that same decision whether he was with Magnus at that point or not.) What did influence his decision making process were his feelings for Magnus, and these remain unchanged regardless of their relationship status.

Magnus has an entirely different stance. To him being in a relationship implies a certain kind of loyalty that must be maintained at all times. If their roles had been reversed I don't doubt that Magnus would have told Alec about the Soul Sword immediately because of said loyalty, and he would have thought it through for exactly zero seconds beforehand. He expected the same thing from Alec and that's why he feels so betrayed when he realizes that Alec kept it from him. This is why Magnus feels the need to break up with Alec: to disengage from this loyalty that keeps him from making decisions with only the warlocks in mind. Magnus's decision making hinges on their relationship status and the loyalty it demands, not his feelings for Alec.

Alec doesn't understand this. That's why he tells Magnus that he can have both: Alec, and the freedom to make the best choices for the warlocks, to act like the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Alec wouldn't hold it against him if he made the best decisions for his people while they are together because Alec, too, did have Magnus and made decisions as the Head of the Institute. But Magnus works differently. He'd feel like he's betraying Alec if he makes High Warlock of Brooklyn decisions while still being with Alec. And that's why he breaks up with Alec, and that's why it makes sense for Magnus to break up with him.

6) Magnus's behavior afterwards. Oh my god where do I even start.

--- Magnus being a petty bitch? Hell yeah.

--- Magnus hiding behind the Seelie Queen and running after her like he's her lap dog? Hell no. Wtf did I just watch!! Even better, he leaves Raphael behind? And Raphael then tells Izzy that Magnus was his ride and he's effectively trapped at the Institute because the sun is shining brightly outside?? I'm sorry, what. The Downworld just divorced the shadowhunters with a side of “hmm maybe we'll stop caring about the Accords as well in the near future” and Magnus leaves his Raphael behind? This is unacceptable!! I don't even know what to say to that!!

--- This has surely been discussed before but it needs to be said. Magnus implementing an anti-portal ward around New York that incinerates any angel-blooded creature that tries to pass it and not telling Alec about it. They hear about it from Luke instead and since Jace's reaction is immediately telling the shadowhunter extra next to him to stop shadowhunter movement in and out of the city immediately it is heavily implied that some shadowhunters already died thanks to this ward – since there are apparently troop movements in and out of the city that need to be stopped. (Which was to be expected! Sure, they know Valentine won't leave the city before he's got his hands on what he believes to be the mortal mirror locked away at the Institute, but he could surely be regrouping outside the city. Sending patrols into the near vicinity is the sensible thing to do.) Shadowhunter casualties due to the ward are further implied by Jace then leaning heavily on the desk and half-whispering to himself “No more shadowhunters die today.” Which makes sense. The patrols in question would have just vanished with no chance to report back what happened to them so they were probably assumed dead by Valentine's hand.

The point: Wtf Magnus. He must have been aware this could and would happen. The way I see it there are only two possible explanations: Magnus deliberately did not tell the NY Institute shadowhunters a) because he thought word might get around to Valentine or b) out of pettiness. And considering that knowing about the ward doesn't magically un-trap you and only means you will not cross it and therefore remain alive but contained, a) doesn't really make sense. The ward wasn't designed to lure Valentine to his death. It was designed to keep Valentine in the city so the other Downworld factions could hunt him down, and the ward will continue to do so even after Valentine learns of its existence. There s no harm in him knowing about it while there is a lot of harm in the NY shadowhunters not knowing about it because they will just die, for nothing, while trying to find Valentine. Magnus willingly risking that on the off-chance that Valentine walks into the ward at random is not his style at all. This leaves pettiness as motivation and sure, Magnus is petty, but not at the cost of so many casualties. This is so painfully ooc that I just can't!!

7) Their “reconciliation.” As you might have already guessed from those quotation marks: Thanks, I hate it. That adequately sums up my feelings on the matter. Don't get me wrong, the scene itself is lovely, I guess. But, content! They have this huge issue and they just don't talk about it! Magnus never learns of Alec's (legit) reasons for not telling him about the Soul Sword. Alec apologizes for.. what exactly? Doing something he was convinced was the right thing? And they never realize their differences in decision making which is even worse! This whole drama stemmed from the fact that they view the obligations that come with being in a relationship differently where their responsibilities as leaders are concerned. This is bound to become a problem again in the future!! And they just! dont! talk about it! aaaahhhhhhhh!!!! how!!!!!! are you adults or what!!!!!!! *sigh* just... –ꝏ /10

8) Aftermath. Oh right, this will of course not become a problem again in the future because Magnus loses his job. How neat.

Leaving the salt aside though I have to admit that I.. actually think the warlocks weren't entirely in the wrong in sacking Magnus. And before you kill me, hear me out. The first thing to note is that neither Raphael nor Luke get sacked for their decision to side with the Seelie Queen. Why is that? Because vampires and werewolves are fundamentally differently organized than warlocks. Warlocks have an international infrastructure. There's the Council, the Spiral Labyrinth, and stuff. Vampires and werewolves have their local clans and packs, and nothing more. Magnus has superiors. Raphael and Luke do not. After the Seelie Queen makes that deal with Valentine she condemns every Downworlder, except those located in New York, to death. Raziel's wish will kill every Downworlder on earth and only those in the Seelie Realm are safe. And as Magnus says in early 2x19

If Valentine had succeeded then literally all the other warlocks in the world would have died! Yes, the fact that the Seelie Queen threw them all under the bus isn't Magnus's fault, but

it was to be expected. Luke and Raphael both warn Magnus not to trust the Seelie Queen, that she has her own agenda and it's to rule over the Downworld, and that's why both Luke and Raphael were hesitant to accept her deal.

So I think it's pretty understandable why the other warlocks kicked Magnus out on his ass. In their eyes he would have been semi-complicit in their collective demise if Valentine had succeeded, having sided with the one who betrayed the Downworld. It doesn't matter that Magnus's choice means the warlocks at least wouldn't have gone entirely extinct if Valentine had won. It doesn't matter that the Seelie Queen would have made that deal with Valentine whether the other Downworlder factions had sided with her or not. (She had Simon in her Realm who could create new vampires, she probably would have kept Maia for new werewolves, and warlocks can be made by uuhh unethical means. What better Downworld than one that's never known anything but the Seelie Queen's uncontested reign? Yes, she absolutely would have let them all die.) None of that matters to the warlocks. They feel like Magnus betrayed them as a community and that's why they sack him.

Okay, so now we know why it made (in-universe) sense for the warlocks to fire Magnus. Make no mistake though – I don't approve of this reasoning. It's short-sighted and not very practical, and also unfair. Better save some of your species than none, right? Fine, Magnus should have informed the Council and stuff about what was going on so they could make their own deals with the Seelie Queen if they want to.. but then, do we even know if he did or didn't inform them? No. Any further discussion on this point is just poking in the dark so let's move on.

I did say that I think the warlocks weren't entirely in the wrong in dismissing Magnus from his job, though. Let me explain.

a) Magnus's decision to side with the Seelie Queen or remain sided with the Institute would have not made a difference regarding the whole Valentine-thing, right? Things would have played out exactly the same: Warlocks create anti-portal ward, Val makes a deal with the Seelie Queen and gets to Alicante anyway. The survival of the Downworld depended on Clary stabbing Valentine to death before he made the wish, and that remains unchanged no matter Magnus's decision. What Magnus's decision would have influenced (if this goddamn show knew what continuity is, lol) is what came after. Where does siding with the trigger-happy Seelie Queen, who made no secret of gunning for war with the Clave, leave the warlocks? On the Clave's bad side, that's for sure. Especially if things had escalated between the seelies and the shadowhunters (which they do in the books!!). In the show.. things just go back to how they were before the Downworld's little fail-rebellion. Either because the Downworld and the Clave mutually decide to just pretend none of it ever happened (since the Consul was exposed as a Circle Member, which, awkward) or, which I believe is more likely, because 3A focuses on The Owl Mystery and not on foreign policy and this show just sucks when it comes to including anything not strictly-plot-relevant. In any case!! Magnus's decision to side with the Seelie Queen should have had severe repercussions for the warlocks and their standing with the Clave aka dramatically worsened it, and for nothing (since nothing came of the “rebellion” and it's honestly doubtful how many warlocks would have wanted a full-on war with the shadowhunters anyway. They seem pretty good at laying low and doing their own thing). So in the long term siding with the Seelie Queen wasn't / wouldn't have been a strategically good decision (if it wasn’t followed up by a war of independence, which it wasn’t) and a legit reason to get fired.

b) More importantly, in 3x09 Lorenzo says to Magnus, “I took this position because you couldn't handle it. You let your heart dictate your actions and that will be your downfall,” which I always took to mean – since Lorenzo was god knows where when all of 2B happened – that the gossip in the warlock community is strong, and has it that Magnus only sided with the Seelie Queen as revenge for Alec not telling him about the Soul Sword / something relating to their breakup. No matter how this opinion formed in the community... *glances at 4)* they're not wrong? And this is definitely a legit reason to get fired.

So where does this leave us? I don't approve of the Council firing Magnus for the reason they did because it was a dumb reason. When I look at Lorenzo – lazy, self-centered, unwilling to actually do anything when push comes to shove – I don't think Magnus should be fired because he's obviously the much better choice as High Warlock. And I don't even think that siding with the Seelie Queen was, per se, a wrong choice. But the way Magnus made that choice left much to be desired and was a clear lapse in leadership, one where a dismissal would have been justified. And this should have been addressed in a constructive way so he can learn from his mistake.

#shadowhunters #alec lightwood #magnus bane #valentine morgenstern #the seelie queen #malec #i rewatched the 2b season finale and this happened #is this a controversial opinion? lol

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bytedykes · 4 years ago

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oh hello mitski anon back with more music malec to share,,,

“out like a light” by the honeysticks

and

“maybe you’re the reason” by the japanese house

(they’re both in my malec playlist and i think more people should listen to them...)

ily and hope you’ve had a good day with some more unfinished magnus dress sketches <3 smooch

hello anon!! <3

AUGH i love out like a light so much, both on its own and with malec, its SO GOOD fuck !!! "dreaming of our first born and your hair covered in popcorn / you never leave" !!! aaaa!!! there they go with that repetition again 🥺💞 generally just the mood of it is very nice,,, also the music video mmhnn<3 i love ricky montgomery and the honeysticks aaaa

maybe you're the reason,,, oh this is lovely,,, "or are we living for the feeling when we look back / on what we did and reminisce?" !!! this song has strong magnus @ alec vibes, especially "i keep looking for something / even though I know that it's not there / (maybe you're the reason)",,, like pre-canon magnus looking for love,,, and then alec,,, oooh my heart

ilyt! i hope you're also having a good day :) i actually started another magnus dress sketch today 😩 no reference this time so :') pray for me fhdjskkjs 😚💛!!

#asks #min #sh #malec #music #playlists #i missed one of my finals today but its ok because i can probably make it up #and if i can't it wasn't too important anyway so 🤞😬#otherwise my day has been good so far!!

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beclynn-herondale · 4 years ago

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Since there is a lot of tension in the fandom right now,it’s time to take a step back and go back to the beginning.Share your own tsc story.Regardless of where you are with the fandom,remember why and where you started.When and why did you start reading it?Who was your favorite character?What’s your favorite scene?What made you want to hug the book close to your chest?How did it help you?You can share this with everyone if you wish and I promise you'll feel good!The fandom needs this!Thank you!!

Hi Anon,

First of all I know this is long but please if you want to know a little about why I love TSC so much read it. 🧡💛

Jace my golden boy how he saved me.

I have never actually been extremely open entirely about it and this is extremely personal but I will say, I found these books in a time in my life when I was at an end, I didn't know who I was, who i wanted to be, i didn't really see myself in any fictional characters and I had just come back from an incident that made my family and friends and even people who didn't know me look at me differently. I was dealing with totally strangers commenting on my scars and saying things that are still with me to this day, and I was ashamed of myself and I felt like a total fuck up and let down to my family and it is why the incident happened in the first place.

I remember after said incident I asked my mom if we could go to the book store it was originally to get the other two Hunger Games books and I remember my mom saw City of Bones and was 'you know your big sister read these books.' And I was like okay I'll get it it won't hurt. And we came back home that day and I showed my big sis and she was like 'omg! You are going to love it! And you'll relate to Clary a lot, she reminds me of you actually, and she is like you, she looks delicate like a doll but she's not and she's strong and tough like you.' I remember being like I'll have to read this then and so I picked City of Bones up eventually and after the first couple chapters I went to my mom and was like 'hey listen i need you to order me the rest of these books cause i need these.' And she did and i remember i related to Clary and lot but i related so much to the character my sis didn't think I would, I related to Jace Herondale, I had and still have always been afraid of love, cause of how it can destroy you, and I remember dealing with all my mental issues and see him deal with his and his he held it all in and pretended he was fine and acted tough and strong and like things didn't hurt him and I saw myself in him. I remember later on relating to his issues with his parents more so in these recent months with my mother and the way she has been treating me.

But I remember reading about how he was told how his sensitivity was a weakness, how his gentleness was a weakness, how his empathy was a weakness, how his softness was a weakness and I saw the many times I was told you are gentle and the world breaks and crushes gentle things, so you need to toughen up. And I remember trying to bury that part of myself like Jace tried to do. I remember so many saying how beautiful I was and how my mom needs to keep an eye on me, and then reading the quote "the world breaks beautiful things." And suddenly it all hit differently. I remember how he was with things like his pain and how I saw in him how he didn't want to bother people with it or be pitied for it and how I was the same way. I remember growing up seeing blondes portrayed as just ditzy and the dumb one, and I remember growing up hating my hair cause of that, cause everyone will think I am just a ditz, in fact it's why I dyed it dark. And then I read about Jace and how yes he has his dumb moments but he is also smart, he is strong, he is so much more then just a blonde, and he made me want to go back to my natural hair color and own myself. I remember being so insecure in my looks and hating my looks so much but reading about Jace gave me so much confidence and he has been a big part of where my confidence has come from, I look in the mirror and I see beautiful now. I remember what it was like to see the character who has so much trauma and mental issues to win, to win against his abuser, to win against the people who constantly made comments, to win against his battles, to win against his demons and find love and acceptance, to see Jace happy and in love with Clary gave me the hope that maybe I could actually find love and happiness myself, maybe my story doesn't have to stay a tragedy *cliche of me to say I know*, seeing him win against his abuser was honestly an eye opener and watching him blame himself for the abuse is something i did for a long time, I always listened when they said 'we are talking to you like this' or 'we are doing this' cause they wanted me to be tough enough for the world. Jace made me realize that my abuser was in fact abusing me and manipulating me and using me.

I dealt with hearing said abuser say things like 'she's a life destroyer' through my walls every night and I remember thinking i deserved it and that i really was one.

I remember when I first read Jace say no to Valentine and I was like you can say no to your parent??? And I realized how I wasn't allowed to have an opinion in my parent's house and how nothing I ever said was validated or important, in fact I was told to do as I was told and be obedient. I remember how when he talked about plants he reminded me of the love I have for plants and it brought back childhood memories of me talking to plants and telling them they are beautiful. I remember reading about him talking to church and how I used to have conversations with my cat and share all the tea with him and how much of a comfort he was to me.

I remember first reading about how Jace played the Piano and how the Piano has Always interested me and how I always wished I knew how to play it. I remember Jace saying he read a bunch of books as a kid and how I used to read books as a kid, I remember when I was first able to read on my own and how proud I was of myself and how I would sit and just read, it was my escape from my parents constantly screaming they hate each at each other and how they could just leave and not come back. I remember first reading about how Valentine being gone affected Jace and how when I first lost my bio dad how even though I was extremely hurt by him in ways how he was gone and how in a way I was abandoned which is something I am extremely afraid of. I remember how I saw a broken teenager and saw myself in him. I have never looked at myself as anything but a broken girl really and I remember how numb I was, how hard i had tried to shut my feelings off, and I remember reading about Jace brought back my feelings and how he made me want to own my brokenness, he made me want to own my gentleness, he made me want to own my sensitive side. I remember seeing him with kids and I saw myself, I have always had a passion for kids and how beautiful and innocent their spirits are and how I have always wanted to protect them from what the adults are going to tell them. I remember how Jace made me want to be happy and how he truly brought my feelings back. I remember how my feelings just came back and things started hurting me more often again but in a way it was a reminder that hey you are back. I read about how fragile he is and how I am the same way, you can break me so easily, and I remember his quote about god and how I said something very similar.

Now onto Clary since I have already made this post long.

Clary Clary Clary where do I start you beautiful red haired girl, she showed me that the small short girl can be the hero, as a 5'2 girl myself, I look up to her and she inspired me, she encouraged me and she just showed me so much bravery and projected that bravery onto me. She showed me size doesn't matter at all. *I have always been teased about my height* she taught me that forgiveness is important and that giving another chance is important but that they need to change. She taught me kindness and cheerfulness, I remember reading about how she loved this anime called Bleach and I was like hey that's my favorite anime, I remember reading about she read Manga and I was like hey I read Manga, I remember reading about her curly hair and how I had curly hair, I grew up hating my curly hair cause it wasn't like all these other girls hair and now I absolutely love it and would never give it up, and Clary played a part in it, I know to some the hair stuff may not seem like a big deal but I used to hate my hair with a passion and these two characters made me love it. I remember what it was like seeing the girl save the guy instead of the other way and how strong and brave Clary is.

Recently Clary's bravery saved me, I went through something that totally shook up my world and changed my life completely but if i hadn't thought about Clary's bravery and something similar that happened to her it would have been much worse and I am so thankful for her, and i remember reading about the way Clary sees the world and how i see it in similar ways. I see the Beauty and the Horror, and I see it in a gray way. I remember seeing her fight for her loved ones and how I fight for mine. And Goodness there is so much more, I remember how so many see Clary as delicate and fragile but how she is actually extremely tough and how that's how I am, somebody pushes me and expects me to go into the ground but I don't. I remember how she is kinda nerdy and how I am too.

I remember what Clace did for me and showed me you can be happy and you can find love. They taught me so freaking much and have built me into who I am today.

MALEC TIME

And one last mention Alec Lightwood-Bane and Magnus Lightwood-Bane, they were the first Queer couple that said hey you're valid! To me and they represented me in a way I didn't think I could be, they mean so much and are so very dear to me. Reading about them has truly also shaped me into who I am. I remember first reading about them and wanting to cry because they were Queer characters that weren't just comical relief or there to be killed off, and they got a happy ending, *for now* I remember it like and pat on the head saying babie you are valid and you are beautiful and you will find someone who will cherish and love you like Alec Lightwood-Bane loves Magnus Lightwood-Bane, I remember seeing Magnus own his bisexuality and not being ashamed or take shit about how he wasn't valid cause damnit Bisexuals are valid.

Again there is so much more but hey this is extremely long and it's almost 3 am and It's that time of night where everything just pours out of me and i may regret saying all this later.

If you would like to hear more just ask.

Anyway Anon have a good day and thank you for this.

And I want you all to know this is not very much like me but with everything that's going on I want you to know, what TSC has done for me.

#ask #asks #anon #tsc #the shadowhuter chronicles #jace herondale #clary fairchild #clace #alec lightwood #alec lightwood bane #magnus bane #magnus lightwood bane #malec #bec rambled way to much

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sugarandspace · 5 years ago

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A silly gift

Written after this lovely prompt I got on twitter: I'd love a (malec) one of them buying/making something for the other just because and giving it to them on a day that's been shit for the receiver without the giver having known that, so making the day suddenly really beautiful.

AO3

Being the head of the institute, Alec’s days consist mostly of making sure the institute stays running as well as trying to use his position to work towards a positive change in the Shadow World, and that leaves very little time for missions and patrols. But because Alec doesn’t want to lose his touch on the field, he makes sure to attend a mission or a few each month. After all, training is very different from real fighting and he needs to stay prepared.

Why Alec is on this mission, he has no idea.

They’ve been out in the woods for two days. He, Jace, and a couple of younger Shadowhunters are tracking a demon that has been terrorizing people who have been camping in said woods. They have finally found a place where the demon is likely to hit next, but they have to wait for nightfall for it to appear so that they can kill it.

All in all the mission has been very boring and the only skills Alec has got to use were his tracking skills and the stamina needed for trekking in the wild for long periods of time.

They have made a little camp to the forest so they could eat while they wait for the sun to set. Only a few more hours before they can kill the demon and go back home.

Alec can’t wait to go back home.

He remembers how he used to enjoy missions a lot more. There was a time when he preferred being on the field over being at home. Back then 'home' was the institute when now it is a loft in Brooklyn. Or to be more specific, home is the warlock who lives there with him. Alec knows it’s not the place he misses but the person who makes it home.

With his mind momentarily distracted by the thoughts of his husband, the knife he’s holding slips a little and instead of carving wood it nearly cuts his thumb.

“What are you doing?” Jace asks as he sits on the ground next to Alec.

Alec shows him the small figurine he has been carving from a piece of wood he found from the ground. Alec wasn’t very good at staying still and waiting, and he had needed something to do with his hands. With nothing else to do, he’d taken his knife and had started absentmindedly carving.

“You still make those?” Jace asks as he inspects the piece of wood.

“It’s not like I have anything else to do at the moment,” Alec replies. Jace has the right to sound surprised though because it’s been well over a year since Alec has last done this. He used to do it a lot more when he was younger which isn’t surprising considering that Lightwood children were rarely gifted toys and instead at 4-years-old Alec had gotten his first knife.

Alec keeps talking with Jace as they wait for the sunset, all the while keeping his hands busy by carving the small piece of wood.

-.-.-

Magnus bottles up the last potion order for the day and sends it to his client with a snap of his fingers. Immediately after that, he lets out a sigh of relief, his whole posture deflating as he lets the exhaustion crash in.

It’s been a busy day and Magnus has barely had time to sit down. On top of that, his clients had seemed more demanding than usual, and Magnus is pretty sure he is going to snap if anyone else is going to ask him for something today.

Just as Magnus has magiced the spare ingredients to their correct places, he hears a knock on the door. He storms out of the apothecary, ready to spell whoever might be at the door demanding something from him.

Magnus opens the door, not even bothering to hide his scowl. It fades quickly though when he notices that it’s his husband behind the door.

“Alexander,” he greets and lets him in.

“Hey Magnus,” Alec says and leans in to kiss Magnus briefly. “I forgot my key to my office.”

That explains why he knocked. Magnus waves his hand and conjures the key to his hand, giving it to Alec.

“Thank you,” Alec says and smiles at him.

“I thought you weren’t coming back until late,” Magnus comments as he closes the door after Alec.

Alec looks at him funnily. “It’s past ten. I did send you a message informing you the mission was over and I was heading home.”

“Sorry,” Magnus says and grimaces a little. “I’ve been very busy today and I’m afraid I missed your message.”

“It’s okay,” Alec says. “Are you still busy?”

“No,” Magnus says and relief he feels from that small word should not feel so strong.

“Great,” Alec replies and his smile is infectious. “I’m going to shower and maybe we could watch some television for a while? Just relax and catch up before we go to bed?”

“That sounds good,” Magnus agrees. He’s missed Alec very much while he was gone and he’s not ready to go to bed before they’ve had the chance to spend some time together. Besides, Magnus still feels so wired from his hectic day he doubts he would be able to sleep even if he had Alec’s strong arms around him.

Alec takes his coat off and stops before he's able to hang it to one of the hooks by the door.

“I almost forgot,” he says as he takes something out of his pocket, keeping it hidden in his hand for now. “I know it’s silly and you don’t need to keep it but...”

Magnus furrows his eyebrows in silent question.

“What is it?” He asks and smiles lightly.

Alec uncurls his fingers, showing a small cat figurine on his palm.

“I remember you like cats,” Alec says and shrugs. Magnus looks up from the figurine to Alec’s face and notices a small blush on his cheeks.

“Have you made this?” Magnus asks as he studies the small object, taking it to his hand carefully.

It’s well done, from its wide ears to its tail that curls against its back as the cat sits on Magnus’ palm. Yet it is obvious it was made with a rougher blade.

“Yeah,” Alec says and scratches the back of his neck. “The mission was really uneventful and I had to figure out something to do or it would have driven me insane. I used to make these when I was younger. I don’t have any old ones left but I think Izzy and Jace still have a couple in their rooms. But like I said, you don’t need to keep it. ”

“Of course I’m going to keep it,” Magnus says, closing his fingers around the cat and bringing it close to his chest, as if afraid Alec is going to regret giving it to Magnus and will take it away. He opens his palm again to look at the cat. Just the sight of the selfless gift makes Magnus’ chest feel warm.

“Thank you,” Magnus says as he looks back at Alec. “It is lovely.”

Magnus loves the shy smile Alec gets from his words, but he can’t resist the temptation to kiss his husband. After all, it has been two days since he’s last seen him.

“Go shower,” he says as they pull apart. “I’m going to pick a movie for us to watch.”

Alec does as he’s told, but Magnus takes a small detour before heading to the living room. He stops by his apothecary and finds a place from his table where the little cat will be safe from potion spillage but always at Magnus’ sight, reminding him that amongst all demands, there’s also someone who loves Magnus, and will always be able to cheer him up.

#malec #shadowhunters #alec lightwood #magnus bane #shfanficnexus #my writing #i'm a sucker for fics where alec gives magnus very simple gifts but they mean the world to magnus #i am a soft idiot sue me #also send some fluffy prompts my way if you want!!

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years ago

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before I read the new chapter, have chp 21

OK OK IM HERE

LATE BUT HERE

She had come with a plan. An actual plan – with like diagrams and annotations and contingency measures and shit. Max had been immensely impressed.

these people are to be feared.

fear us

If he was doing a rescue mission, he would have simply walked into hell and unleashed chaos. It seemed like a proper plan to him.

I mean-

sure that works too

LEXI PLAYS FORTNITE

WAIT A SEC

IS MY BROTHER STUDYING FOR HIS EXAMS? YES BUT I NEED TO TELL HIM THEY PLAY HIS FAVORITE GAME

the reason teenagers get shit like this done is that they are reckless idiots who fear nothing and have zero self-preservation

adults have seen shit and they are responsible and care about their lives

they don't get shit like this done

that's why max, you guys should be the ones to do it

ALSO, THE "someone wakes up" IT'S SELENA RIGHT????

please be Selena

After he had…After he had talked to bapak. After he had made his decision.

nervous laughter max wtf you planning

let's not sacrifice

“How does Magnus Bane feel about this?” Jackson had asked.

Then Max had been the quiet one.

ALRIGHT, BITCH ARE YOU REALLY GIVING UP YOUR POWERS????

that one stupid bitch

what what what what what what what what

OH, HE PLANS TO SACRIFICE MAGNUS???

HELL NO SIT THE FUCK DOWN

“Are you suggesting we inherited the need to go to hell?” Georgia asked curiously.

“No, we inherited the need to do dumb shit,” Max corrected.

yes. yes, that is very accurate

kinda regretting cutting my hair.

I look weird

“And this isn’t even close to the dumb shit we have pulled,” Max managed a smile. “Lexi, you swallowed a witchlight once.”

“Georgia ate demon ichor!” Lexi nodded.

“Neither of us died though,” Georgia pointed out casually.

Max sighed fondly. The bar was extremely low among shadowhunters.

she's right. you're alive at least

“We are worried about losing our parents,” Lexi said. “But what if they lose their kids?”

well-

haha how about you NOT

“Well,” Max put on a grin and put away the pain. “They can always have more kids.”

“He has a point,” Georgia nodded. “They do have a lot of sex.”

JHDCSUIUIDFUH YOU GUYS-

OH, THEY ARE TAKING RAFAEL'S BODY TOO-

HJSDCGUYDFVHJDFVHJ YASS

honestly just tell Anjali and take them both with you

PLEASE THEY ARE ALL SO SCARED OF HER

QUEEN

wait wait wait

max you dumb shit

not only will this give you a very narrow time window, when Anjali realizes you lied she'll murder you but also malec will know that someone kidnapped their dead son's body again

so everyone will know what you guys are doing

“Was he like this when he was younger too?”

“Comatose?” Max asked.

“Cute,” Anjali corrected with a chuckle. “Was he cute?”

“He was an annoying piece of shit,” Max answered.

Anjali raised an eyebrow.

“He was very cute,” Max amended.

OH MY GOD, I CAN'T BREATHE THEM-

OH MY GOD HE DRESSED AS MARILYN MONROE

I HAVE NO CLUE WHO SHE IS BUT YOU GO RAFE

“Oh,” Max said, because talking to people wasn’t his strong suit.

SUCH A FUCKING MOOD

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to sit with her and talk about Rafael’s cuteness.

“We could shit talk Rafael,” Anjali offered with a grin. “You know, like the way he corrects your pronunciation when you talk about fashion brands.”

OH MY GOD HIM IM GONNA CRY I LOVE HIM SO MICH

HE'S COMING BACK TODAY IDC IDC

“He is a man. I shit talk about all men,” Anjali shrugged. “Except Magnus of course.”

nice

Anjali we have so much in common

ohh illusions of course

oh my god strong women

“Gotta uphold the Lunatic Lightwood name,” Georgia grinned and ran through the portal too.

AYYY

Max stared at the prince of hell incredulously. “God, you must be so fucking bored to come up with shit like this.”

IT'S SO COLD IM SHIVERING-LAUGHING I CANT-

im gonna go get a jacket

Phase one: Yeet the cup and the sword out of Idris

NOICE-

Max knew exactly what he was, and he wasn’t afraid of himself

He wasn’t afraid of his power. He wasn’t afraid of the chaos.

And he sure as hell wasn’t afraid of this piece of shit Belial.

Y'ALL IT'S MY BOY-

“Was anyone going to tell me that Max is a waterbender or was I supposed to find it out myself?”

LEXI SCHJBHUDYUGDFV

OH MY GOD THE PEN THING IS SO COOL

the battle is so cool

holy shit max

He looked like he could kill someone right now. But she knew. He was a cinnamon roll.

YES

OH, THIS WAS THE MEANING OF LEXI'S DREAM???

THEIR PARABATAI BOND IM GONNA CRY

holy shit he froze the lake

that's so cool

now he's creating whirlpools

genuinely this is so cool

“She had every opportunity to kill Rafael. But she didn’t. She found a loophole,” Georgia smiled. “She defied Belial, Lexi. Because she loves Rafael. She loved all of us. She is still in there. I know it.”

CRYING SHAKING SCREAMING

what hurts the most is that she was so close to David and Rafael

LEXI OK NOT THE TIME TO KYS-

WDYM JUMP??

AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO STILL DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK SELENA'S DREAM MEANS??

LIKE WHAT IS HAPPENING

oh my god IS SHE FUCKING FLYING???

OH MY GOD WINGS

HOLY SHIT LEXI

OH MY GOD BECAUSE RAZIEL IS HIDING IN HER??

SO FUCKING COOL

Belial's just standing there please this is hilarious

SELENA

THE NECKLACE

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

RAZIEL'S OUT NOW??

WHAT IS HAPPENING

OH SHE'S REMEMBERING HIM SAYING THAT

OH MY GOD SHE'S USING THE HOLY FIRE

Selena oh my god she's back

SELENA CAN CONTROL THE SOULS

RAFAEL IS A SOUL

OH MY GOD SHE CAN BRING HIM BACK

WHY ISNT HE WAKING UP

I NEED TO EAT FUCK

DON'T MAKE ME CRY INTO MY RICE

WHY ISN'T HE WAKING UP OMG RAFE

RAFAEL GET BACK HERE

I MISS YOU

GET HERE

it hurts so much. knowing how much Selena trusted and loved Michael

OH FUCK HE CAN CONTROL IDRIS TOO??

WE'RE SCREWED

“Keep calling me little girl and I will blow you up like the Death Star,” Georgia growled at him.

QUEEN SHIT

istg did they forget about Rafael's body?

it's just chilling on the ground

“I am your way, Selena,” Belial said.

damn, that's the pick-up lines you use? no wonder you're single

gonna ignore my ringing phone

“I am just a little girl,” Selena whispered. “You should have remembered that before you possessed a fucking ten-year-old.”

THIS!

SHE WAS 10 YOU MOTHERFUCKER

The time she had broken into her father's car and poisoned a cup of coffee. The time she had shot an arrow at Uncle Kit. The one she had drowned David in a pond. The time she had stabbed Rafael right outside his apartment. The time she had choked Lexi in the greenhouse.

FUCK NO GET OFF HER

OH MY GOD WHAT NO

BELIAL TF NO

RAFAEL

NO, BECAUSE I SCREAMED

Y'ALL HE'S OK

RAFAEL YOU'RE BACK

OH MY GOD HE'S BACK

I WILL CRY

“No means no, you piece of shit,” Rafael growled and punched Belial in the face.

YES PUNCH HIM

“It’s okay,” he whispered gently. “Selena. You’re okay. It’s alright, love. Breathe. Come on.”

Selena let out a shaky breath and squeezed him tighter.

“It’s okay,” Rafael said again. “You’re safe now. I got you.”

A burst of shaky laughter escaped her then. “Rafael. I’m sorry I killed you.”

She felt him smile against her temple. “Those are words I never thought I’d hear you say, Selena.”

them omg im gonna cry-

their friendship just-

Is this avatar...?

I LOVE IT

“What in the avatar the last airbender hell is going on?” Rafael demanded incredulously.

EXACTLY WHAT I SAID

this is so cool

I love it so much

Selena kept shaking the ground beneath his feet, tying vine after vine around his ankles. Lexi assaulted him with heavenly fire, blowing one fireball at a time. Max sprayed him with water, water that crackled with electricity.

holy shit this is better than anything i have ever read

“But you know what else I like?”

Belial cocked his head.

“Girls with swords,”

same same same

Max laughed. “Aww. Is Big Bad Belial afraid of a shortsword?”

“No,” the prince of hell whispered.

JKHXCDUHIFVHIFVI HE'S SCARED

Max stared for a second and then shrugged. “I’m used to pissing off my parents.”

mood

“That’s for being a sexist, homophobic piece of shit,” Olivia hissed at him. “It’s the 21st century. Get woke, bitch.”

OMG YES YES MY LOVES

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

Idris omg he's destroying it

SHE'S DROWNING

...but she can breathe and talk

OH MY GOD SHE'S GONNA ASK THE SOULS FOR HELP

It was the place they had met.

The place she had met Michael every night.

The place she had fallen in love.

The place she had been fooled and tricked and manipulated for years.

HURTS SO MUCH NO ONE TALK TO ME

“You will never touch a woman again,” Selena whispered to him and brought down the sword.

OH MY GOD YESSS

IM SO-

JKNDCSVUIHUIHDFUIDFGVUHIGFB

You were just like screaming the whole time and it was so funny (affectionate)

Also this is what Rafe would have looked like in that photo:

#the poses tho omg we love to see it #lbaf

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I Need You To Take Over Tonight

Magnus x Alec / 4981 words / Rated E

D/s Malec fic. Name-calling, throat fuck, ruined orgasm, anal sex, etc.

Read on AO3

'I need you to take over tonight. - MB'

The text was clear. Alec couldn’t help but wonder exactly why Magnus needed some of their special TLC, but he was not against taking over. He never was against taking over control for Magnus, and let Magnus enjoy the pleasure of submitting to him. If Magnus needed him tonight, then he would give him everything he could.

'We’ll have to talk about the exact reasons why. I’ll be taking over when I come home directly. Have dinner ready. Prep yourself, and have your black lace panties on under your clothes. - AL'

Alec swallowed, trying to focus back on the paperwork he needed to sign. Some specific status reports he had to sign off on before they were sent back to Alicante. His mind was definitely focusing more on what he would do with Magnus when he came home.

Magnus seemed to be in need of control more than anything, so, unless he started disobeying, they would stay away from impact play. The first thing he needed to do when he got home was getting a collar on Magnus anyway. And then they could keep it relatively simple. Blowjob, sex, some bondage and a hint of choking. Maybe a ruined orgasm.

Alec shifted, hand moving to adjust himself. He was growing hard now. Of course he was. The scenarios playing out in his head were way too pleasurable not to. The door was closed anyway.

Alec leaned back into his chair, undoing his pants and sliding them down slightly. He took out his cock and spit into his hand, getting some kind of wetness going so he could bring himself to full hardness.

He closed his eyes, summoning the image of Magnus crouching under his desk, knees resting on a small cushion, lips stretched wide around Alec’s cock. Disheveled, staying as still as he physically could. Alec wrapped a hand around his cock and started stroking himself.

In his mind, Magnus started moving slightly, eyes mischievous. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be blowing him, only warming him. He knew he was being a bad boy. He was searching for punishment. A naughty little sub, still dressed in the nice day clothing of the High Warlock, blowing him to get a spanking.

Alec groaned at the idea of Magnus submitting to him in his every day clothing. Or even better. His power suits. The outfits he wore to feel as powerful as possible. And Alec would fuck him with that on. Watch him beg, with that on. Tie him up, with that on. Fuck.

He saw himself, Magnus bent over the desk, underwear and pants off, Alec fucking him with harsh powerful thrusts. Whispering in his ear how he loved how much of a whore the High Warlock of Brooklyn actually was. Magnus could only answer with muffled cries, the lace panties he’d been wearing shoved in his mouth as a makeshift gag.

And still, his Magnus was such a screamer, letting out filthy sounds as Alec fucked him like the beautiful, wonderful whore he was, over the desk of his office.

Alec came over his hand, groaning Magnus’ name. Thank the Angel for the Soundless Runes on the walls of the office.

He wiped himself off, cleaned everything up, and focused back on the paperwork. He had something very very pleasant to go home to, and he wanted to be done as soon as possible. Magnus needed him. And he wanted Magnus.

It took Alec less than a couple of hours to finish everything and leave the Institute. He texted Magnus that he was leaving, and started to walk towards the subway station. He’d gotten used to mundane transport. And it gave Magnus some more time to get ready.

It took him half and hour or so, and he was punching in the code to walk into the building and get to the apartment. He could feel a bit of restless energy starting to curl up in his bones. It happened regularly, when he was anticipating a big scene and taking on his dom role. It all dissipated the second he took control.

Behind the door, in the apartment, Magnus was finishing getting everything ready. He’d been exhausted all day, tired of the amount of decisions he had to take for everyone around him, and he just wanted some time to just lay down and feel.

His favorite plug was nestled in his ass, his ass covered with the black lace panties with a hole for his hole. He’d put his day clothes back on, nice slacks, and shirt, and the vest, with the suspenders hanging down. Dinner was on the stove. Make-up was on. Everything was ready. He swallowed.

The key turned in the lock, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. Alec was home. He could finally get to relaxing under Alec’s expert domination. The door opened and Magnus licked his lips.

"Magnus?" Alec’s voice resounded in the hallway, and Magnus walked towards him.

He didn’t say anything, just let Alec pull him close and kiss him. Alec’s hand settled on his waist and the other on his ass, and he kissed him firmly. Magnus sighed and leaned against him, gently kissing back.

"You look good. Are you ready?"

Magnus nodded. "Yes, Mr Lightwood."

Alec hummed happily. "Angel, it’s so sexy when you call me that, baby. Get to work now." He patted his head.

Magnus sighed, feeling the tension leave him as he got on his knees. He found the buckles of Alec’s thigh holster easily, and unbuckled them. The leather was a little worn and it slid out easily between his fingers. He loved doing that. Being on his knees and taking the holster off. Alec watched him, gaze not faltering until the holster was off, and Magnus stood up again, putting everything on the table in the hallway.

He looked at Alec again, awaiting what would come next. Alec looked back at him fondly. "Such an obedient little sub tonight," he praised, reaching to caress Magnus’ hair gently. "Let’s eat something, and you will tell me why you need me. Go set everything on the table while I go get something from the bedroom."

Magnus nodded and left Alec, going to the kitchen. The table was already set for two, but there was still things to get from the kitchen. He plated the two plates of food, and brought them to the table, in the living room. He was setting them down when Alec came back.

Magnus turned to him with a curious raised eyebrow. He smiled when he saw what was in Alec’s hands. One of his collars.

He had several different ones, for all occasions. There was a tall posture one that they got out when Alec thought he needed some training sessions, a light pink and black one with bows, lace trims and a bell, various leather ones with different sized rings and different levels of decorations, and some metal ones. A couple of the metal ones passed easily as necklaces.

The one Alec carried with him today was a simple black leather one, rather tall, with a large ring in front of it.

He motioned for Magnus to come closer, and to kneel at his feet. Magnus obeyed, looking up at him with anticipation. He tilted his head up, feeling the slightly colder leather get in contact with his neck. He shivered, cock growing harder, when he felt it lock into place, and Alec moved back.

"You always look your best like this. On your knees, with your collar on. Ready to serve me."

He slid a finger in the ring and pulled, making Magnus get up. Before going to the table, he pulled him closer and kissed him again, this time deeper. Magnus kissed him back, opening his mouth for him to deepen the kiss. He closed his eyes and let the feeling of Alec’s strong hands on the small of his back and the back of his head and the feeling of the leather collar resting on his neck, tight enough for him to feel it without being choked guide him.

Alec pulled back, and before Magnus had time to take a step towards the table, he turned him around, and brought him back against him. Magnus groaned when he felt Alec’s semi-hard cock against his ass, grinding back a little.

"Stop it," Alec ordered, and Magnus obeyed.

Alec’s hands travelled down, undoing Magnus’ pants so he could reach in, under the lace, and take a hold of his cock. Magnus gasped at the contact, shifting a little. It felt great. It felt great to have Alec’s hand on him. But dinner was going to get cold.

"Dinner’s…"

"Well you’ll just have to get to it quickly then," Alec whispered against his ear. "Warn me when you’re about to come."

Alec started stroking him hard and fast. Magnus groaned loudly at the pleasure burning through him suddenly, as quick as the pace Alec was giving him. He jerked him off furiously, only with occasional precum drops to soften the burn of his dry hand against his sensitive skin. Magnus bucked his hips. The dryness was almost painful but the handjob was pleasurable, and he closed his eyes.

He leaned back against Alec, hips jerking into Alec’s hand regularly. Alec’s cock was hardening behind him.

"Come on, Magnus, we do not have all day," Alec growled against his ear and Magnus moaned out loudly. He was getting close already. Alec’s arm held him in place while his other hand was still jerking him off, and the regular impatient comments quickly added the push he needed.

"I’m coming now," Magnus warned before he started to come. Right when he felt his balls tightening and his body start to ejaculate, Alec’s hand stopped. Alec’s hand retreated and Magnus had a pitiful scream, his come leaking out in his pants, as Alec zipped him back up.

His body still ached for release, his skin still tender from the dry handjob, and Alec was kissing his temple and moving away. Magnus looked at him.

Alec chuckled at the earnest look in his sub’s eyes. "Eat something. You’ll get a real orgasm later, baby. For now, this was all that I wanted for you." He said firmly, sitting down at the table.

Magnus slid down on the seat in front of him. He felt the plug in his ass as he sat down, the toy pressing deeper inside of him. Soon enough, it would be Alec’s cock. Mr Lightwood’s cock. He definitely could wait until then.

The ruined orgasm flipped a switch in him, making him let go of the last of his tensions, the last of his anticipations. It felt good to sit down now, and start eating the still warm food.

"It’s delicious, Magnus," Alec complimented.

Magnus thanked him, and went back to his food. If he was being honest, right now, he only wanted Alec’s arms around him. He wanted to be wrapped in Alec’s warm embrace, and held, but he knew he wasn’t going to get that yet. He’d still want some contact though.

"Now, Magnus, tell me why you need me tonight," Alec ordered.

Magnus sighed. He reluctantly started talking, knowing he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. This was Alec’s order.

"I’ve had a long day. Too many decisions to make. I want you to take my control away for a minute. Be the one who makes the decisions for me. I just want to be free of all of it for a while."

Alec smiled. "Thank you for sharing, my love. You’re doing amazing." He promised, reaching for Magnus’ hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "When we’re done eating, I want you to go brush your teeth and take off your clothing. The only thing that you are keeping are your panties, alright, baby?"

"Yes, sir," Magnus whispered.

"Good boy, Magnus," Alec replied, and took a sip of the water.

They ate in relative silence for a while, until Magnus took the last bite of his food. Alec was done shortly afterwards. He nodded at the man in front of him. "You can go now, I will bring the dishes to the kitchen. And you know the rules, no magic. I want it all done by hand, while you think about what it means."

Magnus nodded and walked towards the bathroom. He turned the light on and took his toothbrush, and started brushing his teeth. He was probably going to get to blow Alec. He was making him clean his mouth so bits of food wouldn’t end up on his cock when he was deepthroating him.

He finished brushing his teeth and took off his clothing, carefully folding them down on the chair in the bathroom. Soon, he was only wearing the black holed panties, the butt plug and the leather collar. He looked at himself for a moment. The panties were still wet from his earlier ruined orgasm, and he’d seen a stain on his pants from that too.

Soon, his makeup would be smudged, his lips a bit puffy and his hair messy. Soon, he would truly look like Mr Lightwood’s slut. A shiver ran down his spine at the idea.

He quickly made his way back to the dining table. Alec had positioned the chair in the middle of the empty space, and he was sitting there, waiting for him. He was holding a short black leather leash in his right hand, and some rope in the other.

"Here, slut," he called, and Magnus walked up to him. "Turn around."

Magnus obeyed, turning to face away from Alec. He felt him grab his hands and tie the black rope tightly around his wrists, tugging to make sure they were well tied. He shuddered, as Alec muttered 'perfect' under his breath.

"Knees." Magnus scrambled to his knees facing him, kneeling in between Alec’s legs. The leash was attached to the ring on Magnus’ collar.

Magnus looked up at Alec, waiting for an order, something. Alec was still fully clothed, not even his cock out, the hard-on forming a sizable bulge in his pants. Magnus could see it, almost taste it already. There had always been something incredibly arousing about the size of Alec’s cock bulging in his pants.

Everything about Alec was rather proportional. He was tall. And had big hands. And his cock was just as big as Magnus had imagined when they’d met. Just as big, and just as wonderful, always making Magnus feel so full. He swallowed.

"What do you want from me, Mr Lightwood?" Magnus asked curiously.

Alec pulled on the leash. Magnus jerked forward, until his cheek was coming in contact with the fabric of Alec’s pants. Alec manhandled him into position a little more, and soon Magnus’ face was right next to the bulge his cock was making, just resting on his leg.

"Here," Alec said. "No moving now."

Magnus nodded obediently, and sighed softly. Alec started caressing his hair gently.

"This is where you belong," he whispered. "All the decisions, all the choices, are mine. You are mine." Alec said.

Magnus exhaled loudly. The rest of the worries slipped out of him as he closed his eyes, and rested his head against Alec’s thigh, next to Alec’s cock, in complete submission.

"Repeat now, Magnus," Alec asked.

"This is where I belong. All the decisions, all the choices, are yours. I am yours," Magnus whispered, slipping deeper in. He was starting to feel weightless. Alec’s bulge smelled of his cock. He wanted it in his mouth.

"You’re such a good boy. You are my good little slut. You belong on your knees. You deserve to be fucked by my cock."

"I want your cock, Mr Lightwood," Magnus replied. "Please allow me to submit to your cock."

Alec’s cock twitched in his pants. Magnus’ voice sounded almost high. Alec knew he was getting deeper into submission now. He knew that Magnus was forgetting the worries and the tensions. He could see his relaxed shoulders, his relaxed body, just surrendering to Alec. Angel, it was the most powerful of sights.

"You are Magnus Bane, High Warlock, and you are a slut, begging to submit to my cock." Alec whispered, caressing Magnus’ hair again.

"I am Magnus Bane, High Warlock, and I am a slut begging to submit to Mr Lightwood’s cock," Magnus replied. "Please allow me to submit to your cock, Mr Lightwood."

Alec took a deep breath. Fuck. He’d thought he would have Magnus stay in place like this, just resting next to his bulge for much longer, but the words and the pleas were turning him on too much. And Magnus had been a very good boy. He deserved a reward.

"Suck me now, Magnus," he ordered.

Magnus immediately moved, undoing Alec’s pants to take out his cock. Within 30 seconds, his lips were wrapped around Alec’s hard throbbing cock, and he was starting to suck. Alec groaned, grabbing at his hair.

“Angel, Magnus, your mouth was made to suck my cock,” Alec growled, and Magnus looked up at him.

His eyes were wide, unglamored, staring into his with golden intensity. The pupils that were usually slanted were now wide, threatening to take over most of the iris. Only a thin circle of the gold currently remained.

“Holy shit,” Alec cursed. “You’re loving this, you little whore.”

Magnus’ moan vibrated around Alec’s cock, and Alec couldn’t keep his hips from thrusting into the tight warmth of Magnus’ mouth.Magnus made a small gagging sound, and moved back for a second to settle down and get back to sucking him off.

Once he was back on, Alec grabbed at his head to keep him more in place and started to push in deeper. Making Magnus deepthroat him this way was one of the most pleasurable things Alec could imagine.

Magnus choked a little from time to time, as Alec pushed his length deeper and deeper into him, pushing into his throat. Magnus’ lips were stretched widely around Alec’s cock, eyes watering. Alec almost groaned when he saw the tears starting to smear the makeup.

He bottomed out, and quickly pulled out, letting Magnus take in some air.

“You’re so beautiful like this. You’re doing so good,” Alec praised, looking at him softly.

Magnus sighed a little, happily leaning against the soft touch of Alec’s hand against his cheek. He opened his mouth again, taking him deeper on the first go, and quickly getting back to the point where his nose was pressed up against Alec’s pubes.

He tried not to choke or gag, and mostly succeeded, until Alec grabbed his head again, and started moving. He stayed deep in, only pulling out a little to give small thrusts. Magnus was overwhelmed by the girth and length, his mind zero-ing on the big cock that made him choke and gasp for hair.

His hands struggled against the rope, trying to reach up to push himself away. Alec groaned his name loudly, and let him go again. Magnus stumbled back a little, taking in a ragged big breath.

Alec watched him fondly, reaching to wipe away some of the stray tears. “Come on, baby, you’re doing amazing. Another round, and I’ll probably come, okay? And then we can go to bed and I’ll fuck you good and make you come for me.”

Magnus swallowed and moved back closer, taking a deep breath and opening his mouth. This time, Alec thrusted in all the way almost immediately, and then started his small thrusts. He held Magnus’ head in place again, and Magnus’ eyes rolled up for a moment.

He was so full. He was so full and so happy, and the taste of Alec’s gorgeous cock was filling his mouth, and the smell of him filled his nose. He could barely think about anything but the strong hold on his head and the big cock fucking into his mouth.

He felt drool down his chin, heard the sputtering and choking noises, but he let Alec fuck his mouth. He closed his eyes and let him, feeling him quicken his pace as his orgasm neared, and soon, Alec slammed in, and came down his throat.

Magnus swallowed every drop, face smashed against Alec’s crotch, Alec’s loud groans of pleasure resounding in the room. He was released soon after, coughing. Alec’s cock was wet from his saliva and part of his come, and Magnus quickly went back to lick it all clean.

“You’re such a good boy, Magnus,” Alec praised, caressing his hair. “Angel, you’re the best boy I’ve ever seen. Taking my cock so well, I’m so proud of you.” Alec said, pulling on the leash to bring Magnus up.

Magnus settled on Alec’s lap, a bit dazed from the intensity and violence of the throatfuck he’d just gotten. Alec wiped away from of the small tears, then brushed his thumb over Magnus’ slightly swollen lips.

“I almost wished you hadn’t swallowed so good, I would have loved to see my semen all over your face, Magnus. Caught in your goatee, onto your lashes, making you look so slutty...” he whispered. “But you were such a good boy, swallowing it all like the good cumslut you are…” He kissed the side of Magnus’ face.

Magnus curled up against him, sighing happily. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re very welcome, baby.”

They stayed like this for a short moment, until Magnus stopped panting. He was still pliant, Alec’s arms holding him upright. Alec watched his sub’s beautiful face, all flushed and bearing the marks of how well he’d served his cock.

His wrists were still tied behind him, and it made Magnus’ muscular chest puff out on display. His gorgeous muscles were a little strained, large biceps occasionally contracting as he shifted in the bounds. The collar was still dark over his flushed golden skin.

Alec stood up eventually, pulling Magnus up as well, carrying him. Magnus’ legs wrapped around Alec’s waist. “Let’s get your ass fucked now, baby.” Alec smiled, and walked towards the bedroom. He put Magnus down on the bed, and took off his own clothing.

He took the leash in hand again, watching him with a smile. The leash was perfect with this. Watching Magnus crawl towards him with his hands in his back, pulled by the leash, was perfect.

Magnus’ cock was hard and leaking in the black panties, and Alec smirked at that. “I’m surprised you didn’t come from the throatfuck, Magnus.” He said, watching him.

“It was an amazing throatfuck, Mr Lightwood, but I wanted to be good for you,” Magnus replied. “I know i’m not allowed to come without your approval.”

Alec cooed, reaching to gently caress his cheek. “What a good boy. You deserve a reward now. I was thinking of putting a cockring on you, but you’ve been so good that I’m just going to fuck you and let you come whenever you are ready.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Alec walked to him, caressing his hair and pulling on it gently. “You’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky to have you as a sub, Magnus, so lucky that you chose to submit to me.” He sat down on the bed next to him, bringing Magnus close. He gently kissed him.

When he pulled back, Magnus’ eyes were glowing with love and adoration and Alec kissed him again.

“Now, show me that ass of yours,” He instructed, and Magnus shifted, getting on his knees and presenting his ass to him.

Alec caressed his asscheeks, pulling the panties down, and taking them off, leaving only the plug. He grabbed at the firm flesh, feeling the muscle clench under his grasp. He smiled. “Angel, your ass is perfect.”

He pushed Magnus to get in front of the headboard. He undid the rope that held his hands back, letting him move his arms a little. He threw the rope to the side, and moved to fix the leash to the headboard.

Alec moved back, hands caressing Magnus’ sides and arms as he did, until he positioned himself on his knees behind Magnus. He gently pulled on the plug. Magnus whined softly as the plug pulled and stretched at his rim when Alec took it out.

He grabbed the lube and his stele. His cock was quick to harden again after he activated his stamina rune and gave himself a quick handjob. He covered himself in lube, before he pressed closer to Magnus’ ass.

“Relax now, baby.” He said softly, before starting to thrust inside of Magnus’ tight, warm hole.

Magnus groaned loudly, keeping himself relaxed as much as possible as Alec pushed his cock inside of him. Almost every time, Magnus felt some kind of surprise at the size of it. It was as if he forgot in between fucks, exactly how well Alec stretched him, how full he felt when he was inside of him.

Alec bottomed out, and he stayed there, waiting for Magnus to adjust. It felt so big, so full, it hurt a little, but the pleasure of feeling him like this, so deep and big inside of him overpowered every single hint of pain he could feel.

Alec pulled out almost entirely, leaving Magnus empty, and for a second, he could have cried. Soon, Alec was thrusting in again. This time, he went in hard and strong, thrusting his entire cock in one hard thrust, making Magnus cry out at the sudden fullness.

“You’re so big,” he muttered, biting his lip. His eyes caught sight of the leash that was, symbolically more than literally, keeping him tied to the bed, and he moaned, cock twitching and leaking out pre-cum.

“Take it all, baby,” Alec groaned. He pulled again, halfway, and thrusted back in immediately after, the first in the series of pounding thrusts that he started.

Magnus was soon getting plowed by Alec’s hard thrusts, groans and moans punched out of his throat as Alec grunted behind him. He wasn’t going to last for long, and he knew it. It was too good, those powerful motions, the friction on his prostate, and the feeling of being fucked, fucked full of Alec’s cock.

He heard the sound of runes being activated, and suddenly the thrusts got harder even, Alec’s grip on his hips got stronger, bruising. He’d activated the strength rune. Magnus shuddered in pleasure.

Alec’s voice dissolved in one filthy grunt, dirty words barely registering to Magnus as he was pounded hard, cock thrusting in and out of him almost brutally. The occasional ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ were called, words that Magnus loved hearing, loved hearing as a reminder of his place.

Mr Lightwood’s whore, taking his big cock so well.

Magnus groaned loudly, and came hard, shouting Alec’s name, sight blanking for a second. His hands buckled and he found himself head into the pillows. The leash tugged his neck back up harshly.

Alec chuckled behind him. “Poor baby, came so hard that he fell.”

Magnus felt him rearrange them, taking the leash back into his hand. Soon after, with Alec’s hard cock still deep inside of him, Magnus was laying on his stomach, his come wet against his skin, with Alec laying on top of him. Alec’s arm snuck around Magnus’ neck, holding him in place as he started thrusting in and out of him again.

Magnus groaned at the stimulation of his oversensitive hole. Alec picked up the pace again, short hard thrusts going deep into Magnus. Magnus just laid pliant under him, still boneless from his orgasm, and waiting for Alec to come inside of him.

He loved the feeling that he was just being used for Alec’s pleasure, and that his orgasm didn’t mean much, as long as Alec came. He knew that it wasn’t actually the case, but laying there now, taking Alec’s cock over and over, spent and trapped under Alec’s tall body, made him feel so used.

Alec eventually came, with one last brutal thrust making Magnus whine. Magnus sighed happily, feeling the big cock twitch inside of him as he released himself. He couldn’t really think of any better situation. He was spent, he was used, he was happy, in Alec’s hands, satisfied, from the amazing orgasm.

Alec pulled out, making Magnus pout from the sudden emptiness of his hole. Alec chuckled. His chuckle sounded a bit tired. “Don’t worry, love.” He whispered, pressing the plug back in. “All plugged now. Full and with nothing leaking.”

Magnus turned around in his arms, looking up at him. He could feel the exhaustion creep up to him now, and Alec’s arms were so warm and strong. He wanted to curl up against him and sleep forever.

“Hey, Magnus, stay with me for a second, okay?” Alec asked, and Magnus hummed, nodding. Alec unclipped the leash from the collar, and smiled at him.

“Yes.”

“How are you feeling?” Alec asked, reaching to cup Magnus’ cheek.

“I’m great. Nothing hurts. Everything’s okay. This was what I needed.” Magnus whispered. His body felt so heavy. He wanted to sleep now.

“Do you want me to take off the collar, or do you want to sleep with it? Either way, the scene is over, and I will not be expecting any servicing tomorrow morning or during the night, if you keep it.”

Magnus hummed. “Take it off,” he whispered. He loved the feeling of the collar, but right now, he just wanted everything off, and to sleep.

Alec smiled, and took off the collar, throwing it to the side of the bed. He pulled the sheets up, arranging them around Magnus. Magnus sighed happily, looking up at his boyfriend, at the love of his life, and smiling. “Can I go to sleep now, Alexander?”

“Of course, my love.”

Magnus fell asleep almost immediately.

#malec #malec fic #malec smut #malec lemon #magnus bane #alec lightwood #top alec lightwood #dom alec lightwood #bottom magnus bane #sub magnus bane #mine #writing #smut #lemon

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faejilly · 5 years ago

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[Wildcard Prompt]: 175. “Yes, it is a real dragon, but I can explain everything…”

ilu #because dragons

also I went with Malec during the Shadowhunters season finale, even though you are not one of my show-people, just because I could not RESIST, and you always encourage the really ridiculous ficlets 💖💖💖 🐲

Magnus flings himself more than just walks through the Portal back home out of Edom, following the anchor of Lorenzo’s spell to get them over the Void between Realms, racing the destruction growing behind him, trying to move faster than the death of a world.

He doesn’t quite make it, caught by one final chaotic flare of power just as he goes. It feels like feedback static, sings down his spine like the worst mic squeal he’s ever heard, and even as he’s stumbling onto the Institute’s floor his body’s on fire, burning and twisting and he can’t breathe, he can’t think, he wants to roar.

He blinks, and the world looks wrong, the angles different and the colors dimmer but the shadows thinner, he can see the spark of Lorenzo’s magic, the stillness of Simon’s blood, the way power twists in and out and through Meliorn, just like the vines that grow on his skin. And oh, how the Nephilim shine.

He’s too tall though, and his hands are… he doesn’t have, he can’t–

Magnus inhales, chokes, sees sparks in the air and an itch in his scales, and he’s half-a-breath past panic when he meets Alec’s eyes. Alexander is looking up, but the expression is the same as it’s always been, warmth and wonder and an endlessly protective sort of adoration, and it’s enough to settle the too hot pace of Magnus’ heart.

“Did Magnus just turn into a dragon.” There’s a twist in Jace’s voice, like he’d tried to ask a question but couldn’t quite make it, because yes, somehow, Magnus is clearly a dragon, and he can’t really deny that even to the point of sarcastically asking if it truly happened.

Magnus tries to give him his usual I am too old to deal with your ridiculousness look, but his face won’t move and he can’t seem to roll his eyes. He pulls back a little though, and feels how much longer his neck is than it used to be, and tilts his chin down and flares his nostrils.

There’s a little trickle of smoke when he does it, and Magnus makes very sure to keep his mouth closed, since he has no idea if fire breathing is a thing, or how to control it if it is. He’d really rather not burn down the Institute.

If you’d asked him that a year ago…

Alec snorts, so Magnus thinks he got his point across.

“Well, that’s definitely Magnus,” Izzy agrees, an almost smile making her lips twitch at whatever it is Magnus actually did with his expression.

“Why?” Simon asks plaintively. “Was today not weird enough, we had to add unexpected shape-shifting?”

“Hmm.” Lorenzo hums, and tilts his head. There’s a glint in his eyes that Magnus doesn’t particularly like, but it’s not cruel or condescending or vindictively satisfied, as he might have expected considering the whole Asmodeus turned him into a lizard thing, just curious. “Edom’s leftover power had to go somewhere? And as the previous Prince’s heir was right there…”

“It turned my fiance into a dragon.” Alec presses his lips together, and then he sighs, shoulders sagging. “Of course it did.”

“If it’s anything like regular demonic transformation, he should be able to control it in a few minutes when the magic settles.” Lorenzo is really being quite nice about the whole situation, it’s a little unnerving.

Then again, he is getting to show off how he’s the smartest person (who can talk) in the room, so that’s probably appealing for him.

Magnus huffs out a breath and manages to make his new head nod in agreement.

Alec sighs with clear relief, his eyes closing with one long blink. He gives Magnus a wry smile as they open. “Not that you aren’t still gorgeous as a dragon.”

“But it’s hard to walk down the aisle if he’s too big to fit?” Clary offers, a smile growing on her face now that they’re all pretty sure this is temporary.

“Won’t fit through the bedroom door either,” Jace mutters to Izzy, who giggles softly.

Alec shrugs, not disagreeing with either point, still looking up at Magnus. “Since Lorenzo mentioned controlling rather than dispelling, does that mean you’ll be able to turn back into a dragon whenever you want to?”

Magnus’ shoulders don’t work the way he thinks they will, and instead of shrugging back, his wings arc upwards and smack into the courtyard walls.

Ouch.

This is a terrible place to be stuck as a dragon, that’s enough of that.

Magnus closes his eyes, and focuses on the flare of power that had singed beneath his skin, that has now settled everywhere, intertwined with the more familiar pulse of his usual magic.

It’s… smokier than he’s used to, but not actually terribly different.

Lorenzo was right.

He’s going to have to admit that when he can talk again.

Magnus swallows the urge to sigh, since he’s still not sure about that fire thing, and focuses on twisting the new magic down and in, on easing it into something sort of like hibernation.

He realizes part-way thru that he has no idea what happened to his clothes, which means he has no idea what happened to his ring, and he panics again, a too strong surge of magic as he tries to rear up on his hind legs. He smacks against the walls again, and feels everyone pushed back with the force of his power, and then Alec’s there again, stepping closer instead of back, lifting his hand enough to let his palm brush against Magnus’ scaled chest.

“Shh,” Alec whispers, and Magnus can’t stop himself from whining, a harsh whisper of sound that fills the area around them. “We’ll figure it out, whatever it is. We got you home, that’s what matters.”

Magnus twists his too long neck and rests his chin against Alec’s back, counting his breaths, his heartbeats, and tries again.

He finds his clothing this time, caught in some weird in-between space that doesn’t really exist but is where all the extra mass of his dragon body goes back, and yes, he will definitely be able to turn this around again if he wants to, which is a something to think about some other time.

He staggers a little, back on two feet, back in boots, which don’t rest at all the same on the floor as dragon feet and claws, and then Alec’s holding him up, strong arms wrapped around him. Magnus sighs again, his head tucked properly into Alec’s neck where he most wants to be.

Now they’re home.

Now he’s home.

#twistedsinews #because dragons #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #my sh fic #jilly answers #jilly writes

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erricdraven · 6 years ago

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thoughts about the episode?

ohhhhh boy

so genuinely it was just a whirlwind of malec for me, i hardly paid attention to the rest of what was going on so i’ll definitely need to do a rewatch today lol

but i was really really happy with what went down for malec in this episode. it was a really really huge turning point for them. i could feel a very palpable change in their dynamic–an intensifying, solidifying of their love that we’ve been ambiguously moving towards for basically the whole show lol to see the lengths that they would go to for each other, the bond that they’ve been nurturing all this time prove so strong is really really moving. there’s some thing so deeply human about watching people who are driven by an unconditional and enduring love.

this was a massive turning point for magnus as well that was so important. he’s been chipping away at telling the full extent of his pain and suffering, still trying to hold the worst of it back, and i think being able to finally bring himself to say that he would likely rather be dead than have to live as this shade of himself was something that he needed to be able to bring himself verbalize. he’s been trying to force himself to be okay but that’s not how this can work when he has truly lost something so integral to him, like a part of his dna. i was really glad to see him be able to speak so candidly about he’s facing.

that’s about all i can speak to because everything else was just a blur lol

#ask #kindaresilient #sh spoilers #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #otp: we always seem to find our way back to each other

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ohfreckle · 6 years ago

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fic: make no bones (Malec; explicit)

Written for the @malec-springtime-exchange, posting it here for completeness’ sake. My giftee was @icymalec.

After a long and trying day, all Magnus wants is a shower and a cocktail or three. There's only one problem: his shower is broken and the caretaker in his building is a terrible slacker.

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Magnus steps out of the elevator, chin up and eyes straight ahead, keeping his strides brisk and purposeful. Poise and excellent style is pretty much everything he’s got left today.

He lost his faith in his abilities around noon, right after his meeting, and what little dignity he still had left at three in the afternoon when a car next to him sped through the only puddle within eyesight. The new plum shirt he bought only yesterday as a little confidence boost is ruined, and so is Magnus' mood.

There’s just no good left in the world. Lies, lies everywhere.

All those years Magnus thought finding a publisher for his book would solve all his problems and save him from working another mind-numbingly tedious job to make ends meet. He’s not waiting tables anymore, that much is true. But nobody told him that the roaring success of his debut novel would be the beginning of more problems than even a crime novel writer can handle.

Expectations have skyrocketed since his sophomore novel surpassed the success of his first book, and in direct proportion to it has Magnus' anxiety. Because he has nothing. Nothing worthwhile at least, according to his editor. In all fairness, this is the reason Magnus has dreaded today’s meeting for days. Aline didn’t tell him anything he didn’t know already, but after slogging through the first draft for months, Magnus had hoped that it wasn’t all bad.

“Brilliant writing, but this plot twist at the end is garbage. It ruins all your hard work in the first half of the script.” Magnus takes everything back he ever said about appreciating Aline’s honesty.

So, yes, poise and a fast-approaching deadline are all he’s got today. But salvation lies right ahead behind the door of his apartment. Just a few more steps and Magnus can get out of these soaked clothes, have a hot shower and relax with a cocktail or three.

There’s only one problem: he can’t.

The tool belt in front of apartment PH3 is an unpleasant reminder that he hasn’t taken a hot shower in two days. Magnus isn’t opposed to cold showers per se, but there are a time and place for everything, and he hasn’t needed or wanted one in as long as he can remember. He’d rather have, or even better, share a hot shower.

Said tool belt is attached to a ridiculously tall man poking at the door lock under the watchful eyes of Magnus’ neighbor Isabelle. Maybe luck didn’t wholly desert Magnus after all and the rest of this awful day is salvageable.

“Hi, Isabelle,” Magnus greets, mustering a smile for her. She moved in a couple of weeks ago, so he doesn’t know her well, but judging by their brief talks in the hallway she seems to be a lovely woman. There’s no need to forget his manners just because he’s having an awful day.

The caretaker though is a different matter. “You,” Magnus says, and a little louder when that fails to provoke a response, “Mister…I’m sorry, I forgot your name.”

“Huh?”

“Your name?” Magnus repeats, enunciating carefully and slow, and okay, maybe also a little catty, but he really wants that hot shower.

At least Mister Tall and Grumpy has the decency to turn and look at Magnus while he’s addressing him. “It’s Alec.”

“Okay, Alec with no last name, I’m Magnus Bane. If you can make the time to do your job, the hot water knob in my shower is still broken. Which you would know if you listened to your voicemail because I left already four messages.”

“What?”

Lord, give him strength. Where does this guy take the nerve to frown at Magnus as if he’s the one who’s slacking on his job? It’s quite the handsome frown, but most of all it’s incredibly rude, and Magnus doesn’t have time for this.

“Look, I’m wet and cold, and if you don’t want me to report you the owner of the building, you’ll fix that knob in the next hour.”

“I’m not—“ Alec with no last name starts, but one glare from Isabelle is enough for him to snap his mouth shut. If this is the way to have things fixed around here, maybe Magnus should take lessons from her. That glare is vicious.

“Don’t worry, Magnus, he will fix it,” Izzy says with a wide smile that makes Magnus absurdly grateful it isn’t directed at him, so he can’t exactly begrudge Alec the incredulous look that flickers over his face. “I’ll send him over as soon as he’s done here.” Izzy’s features soften as soon she isn’t addressing their tardy caretaker. “You should get out of these wet clothes.”

Back in his own apartment, Magnus does just that, peeling the wet shirt that clings uncomfortably to his skin over his head as soon as he closes the door behind him. He should just throw it into the trash, but it is a nice shirt, so in the dry cleaning basket it goes.

By the time Magnus has changed into worn jeans and a silky shirt he doesn’t bother to button he’s beginning to feel human again. He should go and sort through the notes from his meeting, get a head start on rewriting, but there’s no use immersing himself into work when he knows he’ll get interrupted right in the middle of it. Assumed that the caretaker finally shows up, but after that intense glare from Isabelle, that’s a given.

Just as Magnus debates whether it’s too early to start on those cocktails, the doorbell rings, right on cue. Definitely time for a cocktail, then. He’s waited three days, Alec with no last name can wait for two minutes.

“I was beginning to wonder if you’d actually find your way here,” Magnus greets when he opens the door, but the snark dies on his tongue, and his mouth goes dry despite the drink in his hand.

He’d been preoccupied earlier, but how on earth did he miss how attractive Alec is? He’s even taller than Magnus, his broad shoulders and chest tapering into leans hips and endless legs. Magnus loves a strong man; how is he supposed to resist one as gorgeous as Alec? Damn, Magnus is a writer, gorgeous doesn’t do those hazel eyes and those generous lips justice, but right now he can’t even remember his own name.

“Seen enough to let me fix that knob for you?” Alec smirks, wide and lazy as if he can read what’s going on in Magnus’ head. Considering that Magnus is all but drooling over him, he probably can.

Devastating, that’s the word Magnus is searching for. Devastatingly handsome.

“Of course,” he answers, stepping aside and motioning for Alec to come in. “My knob is all yours.”

There’s a reason Aline slashes most of his puns with a red marker. Lucky for Magnus Alec doesn’t seem to mind and lifts merely a brow, silently asking really before he follows Magnus to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry if I was rude earlier,” Magnus sighs and finds that it’s mostly true. “I had a long and trying day, but that’s no excuse to snap at you like that. I wouldn’t actually report you to your employer, even if your work ethic leaves much to be desired.”

“Thanks, Mr. Bane, that guy really is a stick in the mud.” Alec sounds relieved and flashes Magnus a quick smile. “He’s so hung up on rules, he drives everyone mad.”

“Please, just Magnus. You know what they say about punctuality being a virtue? Maybe you should try it some time.”

“Oh, don’t worry; usually I always come on time,” Alec says, winking when he catches Magnus lingering on his low-slung tool belt for a second too long.

Devastatingly handsome and a tease. Magnus is so, so fucked.

“Well, here’s the culprit. Worked perfectly well one day, and then it didn’t.” Magnus changes the topic with as much dignity as he can, clearing his throat to hide how affected he is. He’s been around the block more than he cares to admit, but he’s never felt such an instant, gut-wrenching attraction.

“This is an old building, things get stuck all the time, especially with these old faucets. Nothing a little lube can’t fix.” Alec tries to turn the knob, his biceps bulging with the effort, but it doesn’t budge. He nods, apparently satisfied with his diagnosis. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Magnus watches him leave and leans back against the wall, sorely tempted to slide down onto the floor and just breathe for a minute.

Who is this man and who plucked him right out of Magnus’ dirtiest fantasies?

He barely has time to finish that thought when Alec reappears with an old oil can dangling between his fingers. “Where did you get that so quickly?” Magnus asks.

“From Izzy. I needed it for the lock and left it there.”

Is it common practice for the caretaker to be on a first name basis with all the tenants? Or just the pretty, special ones? Every plumber cliche known to man crosses Magnus' mind, leaving him more than a little flustered. Well, he can’t exactly blame Izzy if she has her eyes set on Alec, because Magnus wants to climb that like a tree himself. But then, Magnus himself had insisted on being called by his first name. Time to get his mind out of the gutter.

However well that resolution is intended, it lasts for all but ten seconds.

The soft simmer of arousal in Magnus’ gut flares into the familiar hot squeeze of anticipation the moment Alec goes to work. Magnus can’t help but stare, drinks in the bulging muscles in Alec’s arms and thighs as he throws his weight against the stubborn fitting, his gaze following Alec’s hand as he reaches down and plucks another wrench from his tool belt, adjusting the low-slung strap over a very impressive bulge.

If there was any doubt whether the attraction was mutual, there’s his answer.

Has it been there all this time while Magnus was busy fantasizing about those legs, how badly he wants to feel them wrapped around his hips? He’s not an expert on home improvement, or he would have fixed the problem days ago, but he’s pretty sure it doesn’t take this much force to make a stuck knob operating smoothly. Not that Magnus is complaining, not when Alec’s shirt rides up and exposes a pair of dimples on his lower back that Magnus can’t wait to taste.

Because after this particular brand of foreplay there’s no chance in hell he won’t.

“Magnus?”

“Yes, Alexander?” Magnus blinks at Alec whose smirk is way too smug, one thumb hooked into his thrice-damned belt. It’s apparently not the first time he tried to get Magnus’ attention.

“It’s fixed,” Alec says, tilting his head towards the shower fitting. “And it’s Alec, nobody calls me Alexander.”

“Which is a crying shame. I like how it sounds. Alexander,” Magnus drawls, savoring the name on his tongue like sweet, forbidden fruit. Judging by the way Alec’s eyes darken, Magnus isn’t the only one who enjoys it.

“Something else you need me to fix? Just, you know, since I’m already here.”

Alec’s eyes are firmly fixed on Magnus’ lips. Magnus is sure they aren’t talking about sanitary facilities anymore, but just to see who breaks first he chokes out the first answer that comes to mind. “In the kitchen, right this way.”

“Like I said, it’s an old building,” Alec says, trailing after Magnus and rapping a knuckle against the wall behind the kitchen counter. “Teaches a guy pretty fast how to lay pipe.”

“Did you just—“

That’s it. Nobody is allowed to berate Magnus for his puns ever again.

“There’s nothing wrong with the kitchen, is it?” Alec asks, low and rough, his eyes crinkling at corner.

“God, no!”

Magnus crushes their mouths together, groaning when Alec immediately opens up for him. The kiss is hard and messy, no finesse, just pure heat and urgent need. Alec sucks on Magnus’ tongue and slides a hand into Magnus’ hair, keeping him firmly in place where he wants him while Magnus pushes into his space even harder, hauling Alec closer with an arm around his shoulder and all the considerable strength he can muster.

Alec parts his legs for Magnus’ thigh without hesitation, fingers tightening in Magnus’ hair. His hunger for Magnus is brazen, utterly intoxicating.

Palming Alec’s cheek, Magnus tilts his head so he can lick even deeper into Alec’s mouth, wanting, wanting, god, so much.

It’s Alec who breaks the kiss, gasping Magnus’ name while he sucks in a lungful of air and kisses a line from Magnus’ jaw to his neck, quick, biting kisses that threaten to make Magnus’ knees buckle.

Magnus thanks every deity known to man for the genius idea to leave his shirt unbuttoned when Alec’s warm hands slide around his naked waist and up his spine, pressing their fronts against each other, sparks of pleasure flaring along the line of his touch. A hot flush slips over Magnus’ face when he rocks his hips and Alec makes a soft, pained noise in the back of his throat. “Can I—“ Magnus rasps, his stomach clenching with how badly he needs to touch.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Alec pants, dragging his lips over Magnus’ throat.

Magnus already feels like he’s vibrating out of his skin, scrabbling at Alec’s fly before he even stops speaking. Getting Alec’s dick out would be a lot easier if his hands weren’t shaking so much, and Magnus needs all his remaining coherent thought to fumble open the tool belt, but some things are worth waiting for.

Like Alec’s cock. Fuck.

The first touch drags a hiss from Alec’s throat that quickly turns into a groan when Magnus feels out the shape of his cock. It’s a solid weight in his hand, not overly long but thick, the head smearing wetly against his palm. Images of dropping to his knees and sliding his lips down until they touch the neat thatch of hair at the base are flashing through Magnus’ mind, of his body struggling to accommodate that hefty girth.

“Fuck me!” It slips out utterly unbidden before can even think about it. Magnus isn’t sure what happened to wanting to feel Alec’s legs around his hips, but it’ll have to wait (hopefully) for another hour.

“Are you sure?” Alec’s eyes are almost entirely black, his lips slick and swollen from their kisses.

“Positive, now take that off,” Magnus pants, nodding towards Alec’s shirt. It takes all his willpower to let Alec’s cock slip from his palm, but now that he’s made up his mind, he can’t get out of his jeans soon enough.

Alec’s hand curls around his elbow, steadying Magnus as he wobbles in his haste to step out of his pants and boxers. Not bothering to undress himself Alec merely lifts his shirt over his head and hooks it behind his neck, and then his palms are warm against the back of Magnus’ thighs, lifting him off his feet and dropping him unceremoniously on the kitchen counter.

It’s not often that somebody manhandles Magnus like that, and it’s a good thing he’s already sitting, or his knees might buckle at that display of strength. He’s almost as tall as Alec and even broader, but with a chest like the one Alec just revealed it isn’t surprising that he can lift Magnus with barely any effort at all.

Something hot and brilliant courses through Magnus and he blindly leans forward, want kicking him low in the gut as scratches his fingers through the soft, dark hair on Alec’s chest, flicking a nipple and trailing them lower until he can feel the muscles in Alec’s stomach jump under his touch. “Bathroom, second door on the left,” he rasps, forcing the words out past the anticipation that makes it almost impossible to breathe.

In an effort to calm himself Magnus closes his eyes and leans back, swearing when he almost hits his head on the overhead cabinet. They should move this to the bedroom, that would be the sensible thing to do, but sensible flies out of the window the second Alec comes back with a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms, dropping them on the counter as he steps between the cradle of Magnus’ hips.

Catching Alec by the nape Magnus pulls him down into another kiss that shakes him to the core, lifting and spreading his legs until his feet are planted firmly on the counter. Alec pushes even closer, licks him open with slow strokes, his mouth hot and wet, distracting Magnus from how cold the lube is between his cheeks and the burn of Alec’s finger breaching him.

Magnus arches up into it, lifts his hips into Alec’s touch and keeps kissing him, his body thrumming with excitement and elation.

By the time Alec brushes three fingers over his hole before he pushes inside Magnus is a hot, writhing mess, crying out when Alec’s hand curls around his cock, warm, a little rough, palm twisting over the wet head on the upstroke.

Magnus has never really thought of himself as a spiritual person, but the way Alec’s fucking him open and working his cock, so good he wants to never close his eyes, wants the image of Alec between his thighs seared forever in his brain, well, that’s a revelation. He loves the sensation of strong fingers working him loose, stroking him from the inside in devastating circles, making his hips stutter with every mind-shattering touch.

“Magnus, are you—“ Alec’s voice is rough, barely more than a scrape, pushed past his gritted teeth.

“I’m ready, do it,” Magnus pants around another wave of heat that furls hot in his belly. Balancing precariously on the edge of the counter he can only watch as Alec opens the condom, rolls it down the hard length of his cock and slicks himself quickly, and then there’s the sharp burn of Alec’s cock pressing in, stretching him wide open. “Fuck, Alec,” Magnus gasps, blind and mindless with pleasure the moment Alec starts to move.

Alec fucks him just like he’s done everything else today, powerful and with single-minded intensity. Short, hard thrusts that have Magnus almost leap out of his skin and crying out with every wave of trembling arousal that roars through him, setting his whole body on fire.

The heat of Alec so deep inside pushes the breath out of Magnus every time Alec swivels his hips and hits him right where he needs it. A sharp ache is building in his balls, a tightly coiled pressure that’s rapidly unraveling with the feel of Alec moving within him. Magnus chokes out a thin, ragged noise, his whole body seizing up when he comes, a suspended moment of trembling anticipation before the burning ball of sensation in his gut finally explodes. He screws his eyes screw shut and comes with a pulsating rush all over his stomach, clenching down hard around Alec’s cock.

Later, much later, after they’ve made it to the bed, Magnus rolls onto his back with a tired sigh. Feeling Alec’s thighs around his hips was definitely worth the wait and all the aches he’ll feel tomorrow.

Any time now things should begin to feel awkward, he supposes. Magnus has had his fair share of one-night stands, but he’s always made sure not to bring them home.

But things are different with Alec. Nothing about lying next to him and listening to his breath evening out slowly feels awkward; it feels so right it’s almost frightening, like standing on the edge of a precipice and looking down, even more so when Alec closes the gap between them and laces their hands together.

Magnus heart stutters, a frisson of something warm and electric shivering down his spine. Squeezing Alec’s fingers, he rolls over to face Alec, struck once again by the visceral tug of attraction he hasn’t been able to shake off since Alec stepped through the door.

Fate must really love Magnus to send Alec his way, but it seems to be less kind to Alec. How does someone as attractive as Alec end up repairing doors and showers when he could be making a fortune with his face and body?

On second thought, the answer to that is easy. Magnus knows first-hand that sometimes life just sucks with no reason at all, and Alec doesn’t strike him as the type who’s vain enough or has the patience to dip his toes into the entertainment industry.

“I can hear you thinking over there. Come here,” Alec says, stretching like a giant cat before he rolls over, brushing a kiss against Magnus’ lips. “This should be weird, but somehow it isn’t.”

“But that’s a good thing, right?” Things are a little blurry around the edges with their faces so close, but not so much that Magnus misses Alec’s lips curling into a small smile. “Stay for dinner?” he blurts out, suddenly feeling bold, his mouth miles ahead of his brain.

“Yeah, I’d like that. Let me just—“ Alec frowns and sits up, struggling to free himself from the tangled sheets. “I need to call Izzy and cancel dinner with her. Not a hardship, I can tell you.”

“Izzy as in Isabelle?” My neighbor Isabelle?”

“Yeah, we have a standing dinner date on Wednesdays. Today is Izzy’s turn to cook, which is—“ Alec shudders and makes a face, scrunching his nose up in a way Magnus refuses to call adorable. “Let’s just say it’ll probably cost me at least two years of my life.”

“So, do you have dinner with all the residents here or just with the cute ones?” Even Magnus can hear he’s missing the nonchalance he’s aiming for by far. “Is that why only your grouchy old colleague comes over whenever I call?”

“Yeah, about that—“ Alec turns to face Magnus and bites his lip, his face flushing a delicate pink that even reaches the tips of his ears. Someone just got caught.

“What, you don’t think I’m cute enough for dinner dates?” Magnus quips, but it sounds lame even to his own ears. Something just shifted between them, but he doesn’t know Alec well enough to read him.

“No, no!” Alec says, his face falling when he sees the confusion Magnus can’t keep from flashing over his face. “It’s not—Izzy is my sister,” he confesses on a rush of breath, his eyes wide and uneasy.

“Okay, this is awkward, but it makes inviting you for dinner less awkward,” Magnus jokes half-heartedly. Neither of them is making sense. If Isabelle is Alec’s sister, why does Alec look as if he’s ready to jump out of his skin? And why can Isabelle afford the obscene rent for this place while her brother works as the caretaker in her building?

Except…

“Let me guess, you’re not the caretaker.” Now it’s Magnus’ turn to flush a bright red, his stomach churning with a dizzying rush of mortification. Watching people is part of his job; he should have known the moment he ogled Alec’s ass in those designer jeans.

“Yeah, no, I mean I’m not the caretaker.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how much of an ass was I?” Dragging the sheets over his face and never coming out again suddenly seems like a wise choice, but so far Alec isn’t running screaming, so Magnus just closes his eyes while he awaits the verdict.

“Off the charts.” The mattress dips and Alec presses warm lips against his cheeks, dragging them down Magnus’ jaw. “You’re lucky you’re so hot, or I would have thrown you out the second you started to give me grief.”

“Thrown me out! Who are you, the owner of this building? A bouncer? Isabelle’s hired muscle?” Magnus lifts his chin and angles his head for more soft kisses. Those siblings sure look badass, but somehow he doesn’t take them for the violent type, so he guesses he’s safe for now. Physically, he isn’t so sure about his heart.

“Owner,” Alec breathes into Magnus’ neck, nipping at the skin there when Magnus slides a hand into his hair to keep him there. “I should probably inspect this place properly, make sure everything’s in working order.”

“Gladly,” Magnus hums, too content to be surprised by this new twist in a long, strange day. “Can it wait until after dinner? I’ll even show you my fixed shower. The caretaker here does excellent work.”

#malec #malecfic #malec fic #malec fanfiction #My writing #shadowhunters #gift fic

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antthonystark · 7 years ago

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With the drama happening in the fandom today (some malec fans saying they will boycott the next episode because there's only 2.5 mins of malec but several other individual Alec and Magnus scenes, a hashtag on twitter saying they want the parabatai bond broken so there's no more Alec + Jace scenes) I feel really bad for Matt, Harry, and the others. Like all the hard work they do just gets shit on by their "fans" if it doesn't fulfill something very specific. It must be really disheartening :(

wow i think it’s a testament to my ability to finally be able to filter out shadowhunters fandom’s puerile bullshit from my life that none of this even put a blip on my radar, so it’s nice that i’ve managed that lol (so i don’t genuinely know if any of this is true so i’m really taking you at your word here, apologies if i’ve misunderstood something as i’m really not in the mood to go try and seek this out)

and honestly, don’t be upset about these fandom temper tantrums, it’s just much more fun what you laugh at everyone instead. like, for one, it makes me laugh that people think that matt daddario is the “captain of their ship” or “one of them” or whatever it is these days (and harry too, but matt seems to get the most attention because he’s often the one doing the damage control and desperately trying to placate the fandom, and they mistakenly believe that his attempts to smooth their tantrums over are him being “one of them”). so honestly i’m sure they’re used to it by now lol, like i’m sure it’s much more annoying for them than it is disheartening, but i totally get where you’re coming from.

actually more to the point, malec shippers’ massive, palpable, throbbing insecurity over the alec/jace relationship will never fail to make me laugh though tbh. i mean it’s always guised in some kind of quasi-genuine (but utterly misapprehended) critique of the relationship not “making sense” to them, or some extremely biased “”analysis”” of jace’s character -- where they haven’t forgiven him for being shitty to alec in a few episodes almost two seasons ago (despite allowing maryse the full benefit of the doubt when she was objectively much worse to him and for much longer) and are upset because jace’s top priority in life isn’t inquiring after alec’s relationship status and that his relationship with alec does not revolve around malec -- in an attempt to discredit their bond and their friendship and their genuine love and care for one another. like, alec being soul-bonded to jace is such a source of consternation for so many malec shippers that so desperately want everything about alec’s life to revolve around his relationship with magnus (to the point where they can’t even conceive of alec having any difficulty or concerns or even minor hang-ups about doing something as massive as giving up his mortality but whew i digress) that it’s genuinely funny (and also, if i wasn’t clear, really fucking dumb lol).

regardless, malec shippers also seem to think that they make up a much bigger share of the total viewership of the show than they do - such that their boycott should have some massive impact on the show - but that’s been true for a long time, since they do arguably represent a strong majority and have a great deal of influence online and in most core fandom spaces. but the overall ratings don’t really represent this (in some ways they do, like 2x06, malec date, was one of the more-watched episodes of 2a, to be fair, but it’s generally all over the place with no clear trend). and it is with utmost pleasure that i report that “parabatai lost” is the most-watched episode of all season 2 after the premiere. and the most-watched episode of 2b after the midseason premiere was 2x14 “the fair folk” (the most clace-centric episode of season 2 by a mile). so, uh, boycott away, lol.

#discourse ///#sorry this isn't really what you were asking about #but wow this is peak sh fandom and ya girl wanted to rant #still not a jalec shipper if anyone's gonna come in with that #it's just that malec shippers are so obnoxious it's unpleasant #also if anything i said here upset you #don't bother messaging me about it #im not in the business of pretending to care anymore #that was only when i cared about having followers lol #Anonymous #letterbox

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rebelren · 7 years ago

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Malec Musings

Not gonna lie, it took me a while to get used to the idea that I’m a sucker for shadowhunters... IMO the pilot was a royal mess but I kept watching because - I dunno - Hulu kept playing it and I was only sorta paying attention. But now? Damn. I will say it improved a lot in the second season, but I was pretty well hooked from the moment Magnus and Alec met. I haven’t read the books, though from the articles I’ve read, I wouldn’t like them as much as the show. So I didn’t really know what to expect, but I’ve been so pleasantly surprised at almost every turn (the breakup was NOT OKAY)... but just wow. I’m honestly so used to shows queerbaiting me and my lil hopeful heart just keeping on getting sucked in and CARING all over again one more time. But here, my otp is canon! And (I’m biased but it seems I’m not alone) it’s the best ship on the show! And we get lovely lines like “they’re beautiful. you’re beautiful” and “nothing about you is ugly” ACTUALLY SAID OUT LOUD. And they’re boyfriends! And everyone knows! And it’s REAL. It’s actually, really REAL.

And, DAMN, do I relate to Alec. I certainly hope I’m not as repressed and awkward any more, but that’s how I grew up. (True story: I went on a hay ride when I was 12 and someone sat on me and I didn’t know what to do so I DID NOTHING and then like 10 min later they realized they were SITTING on a HUMAN and it was terrible and awful.) So the fact that Alec is an awkward turtle who’s loved for who he is and is now learning how not to be repressed/standing up for himself/making new dreams that are actuall his own and not his parents is honestly just lovely for me to see. (Also Matt seems like the loveliest person. They both do.)

And Magnus? I was thinking about this today, and I realized I don’t think I’ve ever seen an Asian queer character on tv before now. As a queer half-Asian person (though a different flavour haha), it means SO MUCH to me to see that in Magnus. And not only that, but he’s AWESOME. Yes, he’s a “freewheeling bisexual,” but hardly all there is to him. (I’m pan/queer so this is just about more representation than my heart can handle) He’s out there living his life on his terms and just being himself. He’s a wise and valued ally, a badass fighter and super strong magic boy, a vulnerable person who’s not afraid to cry and care and put himself out there AND show his feelings, and a good boyfriend who doesn’t push Alec for anything he’s not ready for. Magnus is clear about what he wants and he’s not exactly subtle, but he gives Alec the space to make his own choices. He very rarely (never? So far? That I can remember) initiates things but gives Alec the freedom to do so. And encourages and reciprocates enthusiastically ;D

Also, as someone who’s been very slow to realise I’m queer and to learn about gender and sexuality - it’s taken me years and years, for a host of reasons, but I’m HERE at last! - I cannot express the delight it brings me when ppl just express themselves without giving a fuck about gender norms and present their gender in a way that feels right. (If I phrased any of that badly, I’m sorry. I am still figuring out how to express the things I want to say.) Basically, it makes me ridiculously to see Magnus in fabulous clothes and makeup. Not because he’d be any less awesome without them, but because they’re pretty and lovely and I feel like HE derives such joy from them.

Tl;dr: Malec is fucking everything, and I love them to bits. Also, I’m half-Asian and queer, and while I have always believed strongly in the power of representation, I never really knew what that felt like until I met Magnus. Magnus is... magical (NO QUITE ABOUT IT).

#malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #magnus is a beautiful magic boy #magnus is quite magical #alec is an awkward turtle #representation matters #and holy shit does it feel awesome #maybe this explains all the feels and how weepy they make me?#because there are A. Lot. of feels

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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years ago

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Concept: enemies/rivals to lovers au where malec decide to hook up and have "hate sex" bc "I hate u but that doesnt mean u arent hot" but then it somehow ends up getting really tender and sweet anyway (bc of course they're both pining whether they realize it or not... bonus angst: magnus realizes and is Hurting alec is oblivious) and afterwards theres just this awkward silence of hm.. that was... Not hate sex

Bonus if it begins rough (not actually hurtful but rough) like alec slams him against a wall and it's all Flirting and Teasing but them they get to the making out and it's less rough and more very soft. (Also thinking alec slams magnus against a wall and magnus, embarrassingly, melts immediately bc he sub,, alec may tease him a little but hes also nonjudgemental and weirdly soft and magnus is like 😊)

hmmmmm i do love this concept but tbh i have trouble imagining a enemies to lovers au with malec because lmao when would they ever hate each other. i mean they had the perfect setup for this with alec being a shadowhunter but they’re just like nope. we ain’t about that life. like dahdsaidhasihdaihda

i guess rivals works tho, like they’re both competitive and turned on by competition oops yeah magnus reinvigorating sure and talented so i can see them both being like, idk athletes or some other shit who cares, and they’re like on opposing teams and there’s a rivalry going on because they’re both the aces

or if we want to be a healthy amount of ridiculous that fits our boys, they are just like. pool rivals in the local bar. izzy or fucking somebody dragged alec to the bar one (1) time and because alec isn’t big on drinking or noise or anything he just beelined to the pool table, and magnus immediately joined him, and they just turned like. VICIOUS. immediately. because they’re both about as good and competitive

so it becomes kind of a Thing - every saturday night they’ll “happen to be at the bar” and “see each other” and be like “i want a rematch” and monopolize the pool table. i mean other people can join them but it’s hell because they’re so focused on each other they just keep quipping and bantering and basically all but ignoring them. and everyone is like sigh. but it’s fun to watch so other ppl quickly start getting there to watch them and making bets and shit, and it gets the bar considerably more popular, so the owners aren’t mad

(i’m picturing that the owners are meliorn/maia/raphael because hoo boy am i a slut for the polycule. maia is the bartender and raphael cooks and meliorn kind of handles logistics. simon is a musician but he plays there all the time too and they’re all together and it’s cute. anyway that’s why magnus is always there, he always comes to see raphael and they spend most of the afternoon talking - idk he works mostly at the counter along with maia? look don’t question me. also earlier there aren’t a lot of people anyway so it’s mostly slow so they’re going around and getting everything ready and magnus helps okay let me have this - until eventually raphael sighs all like “tall boy is here” and magnus turns and sure enough, there is alec and there they go to the pool table)

okay so eventually alec learns that magnus is usually there on tuesdays as well as saturdays, so he starts coming in on tuesdays too because it’s better anyway and he gets to play and unwind with like, less people around, and it’s nice. and that’s when they start to know each other a little more deeply because they can engage in conversation without anyone watching (well. the polycule is definitely watching, but subtly. raphael will deny it in the face of overwhelming evidence but they all know he’s watching and desperately rooting for magnus and getting way too invested in their pool games) and actually like, talk about themselves without feeling weird? you know. usually they start talking to try and “distract” the other but their banter comes in so easily and they do have a lot of common interests and experiences and it just progresses naturally. talking and playing, playing and talking

(lmao there’s probably a point when magnus won’t be able to go to the bar as usual and he lets raphael know and raphael’s all teasingly like “should i tell tall boy not to come then?” and magnus is like don’t be ridiculous. but alec comes in and raphael tells him that magnus isn’t here today and alec is like *SULKS* and maia just kinda pets him on the head and it’s funny and ridiculous okay)

ANYWAY onto the theme of this ask (god why can’t i stick to the original idea for anything ever) they start to know each other better and fall in love and all that jazz, but their whole relationship is like. laced by the competitiveness and the game, you know? so they’re like ah yes haha we’re definitely rivals not friends at all. yes i did tell him some of my secrets and past experiences and we see each other almost every week why do you ask

and there’s obviously a lot of flirting involved because you CAN’T tell me that they don’t get turned on by competitiveness and each other’s skill, okay. like alec will score or whatever it’s called and magnus is equal parts big mad because they’re tied again and just like oh myh ofd so muhc arm jhmmmm strong competentt,,, god please fuck me until i cant speak and magnus has Even More Arm so alec is just watching him (also he’s so graceful and flexible and focused and every time he gets into position to idk what it’s called you get the idea, do the thing, alec is just. mesmerized by his movements and looking respectfully. and then he scores and smirks at him and alec is like god DAMN it you little brat i’m going to fuck you so hard haha what who said that)

so anyway they flirt a lot and you can’t tell what is bantering and that is flirting anymore, and the sexual (and romantic but they don’t wanna acknowledge that. tbh mostly romantic because while i love some good ole sexual tension i feel like sometimes fics like this rely too much on that and u can’t feel the romance but like, they definitely start to talk about their lives and have a lot of fun together not just sexyal tension you know? like most of the time they’re really just talking normally about their days and they open up and just talking to each other makes them feel so much lighter and that’s why they keep coming back, you know? but they also flirt) tension is thick and eventually they end up kissing kinda roughly and passionately

and YEAH it begins kinda rough like wall slamming and all and magnus is all melty and like of course they’re not gonna do anything kinky because that’s a kinda spur of the moment thing and they didn’t discuss boundaries, or anything. but just like alec towering over him, kissing him roughly, clearly taking control and magnus being super into it and grabbing him and bringing him closer and wrapping his legs around him and just humping him and moaning? hmmm delicious

anywAY yeah they’re supposed to have “hate sex” (not like really hate but more like, oh my god i’m so tired of you teasing me all the time and being an asshole and my totally rival not anything else, we should fuck about it) but like. they’re just. in love tbh and soon the kisses turn more reverent and alec’s wandering hands get softer and start just exploring and loving and it’s suddenly slow and sweet and he’s kissing every inch of magnus’ skin (even as magnus is kinda bratty like come on alexander, fuck me) and it’s just hmmm just great and loving. and alec fucks him slowly and magnus kisses him deeply and they’re both holding each other close and when magnus comes he lets out this beautiful moan and alec comes too, all like “oh my god, you are so perfect, so beautiful”

and then they’re kinda like, panting and coming down from the high, and maybe they even kiss again after they’ve come without realizing what they’re doing? just like hmm good and nice and they’re still embracing and alec’s dick is still inside of magnus lol and they kiss slowly and languidly and then they just kind of come down from the high and look at each other like. oh god. shit. fuck

but there’s no denying it so they’re just kind of like. hm. i guess we should. talk about this? haha. and they do because we stan healthy communication and that’s the story of how malec used hate sex as an excuse to be boyfriends

#ask #anonymous #au idea #dirty mention #dirty words #sh #malec #malec au

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