#willjtudor

[oikyskau]

I feel like I could eat the world raw.

[meliorn]

LGBTQ meme: [5/15] gay/lesbian characters → Chiron (Moonlight) Who is you, Chiron? I’m me, man. I ain’t tryin’ to be nothin’ else.

[tscsource]

#a cutie

[instadanjlevys]

Two h e a r t s in one home. 

[mattel]

Happy Birthday, Magnus Bane! [December 8th]

You gonna be okay? I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn. 

[bussanbaby]

At first, everything seems normal. Just past eight p.m., Alec trudges through the loft door with tired steps, trying not to drip sticky demon ichor on the carpets as he calls out a hello to Magnus. The answer he receives is muffled by the doors leading to Magnus’ apothecary, a little stilted and late, but Alec makes nothing of it, chalks it up to his boyfriend being too focused on his work to pay much attention to anything or anyone else, as it has been known to happen.

He showers, letting the scaldingly hot water take away all the aches and stresses of the day, then pulls on a pair of cozy sweatpants and one of Magnus’ t-shirts to sleep in. The strip of light beneath the closed doors of Magnus’ study doesn’t waver, so Alec sets about making himself a snack before bed to prevent a growling stomach from being the thing that wakes him at the crack of dawn. He tells himself to check on Magnus after he’s eaten, to make sure the warlock actually gets some sleep instead of slaving over a potion or a spell.

A plate of cheese toast later, Alec finds himself in front of the door, hesitating. He can’t hear any sounds coming from inside, no shoes shuffling, no glass containers clinking against wood, no humming, no anything; it’s almost like Magnus isn’t even there. Alec swallows, his curled fingers hovering over the wood, frozen mid-knock.

He opens the door slowly, then steps inside.

The ingredients table stands untouched and nothing is brewing in the iron cast cauldron off to the side; everything in the same place it was when Alec stopped by on his way out to the Institute to wish Magnus a good day and get a kiss goodbye.

Magnus himself is sat at his desk, unmoving, like one of the marble statues lining the Institute roof; the tabletop lamp to his right is casting dark shadows onto his face and reflecting fractured light in the glass of whiskey nearby, barely a sip missing from it. The second hand of the clock ticks twice before Magnus realizes Alec is in the room and it takes him another moment to pull the mask of contentedness over the heavy sadness that was there before.

Alec knows that look, knows what it means - it’s not the kind of nostalgic melancholy that comes with reliving old memories or even the tiredness seeping into bones after a hard day, but the vulnerable, hurting sorrow Magnus had felt after Valentine and all the torture he had to endure in his body. Alec can still recall it picture-perfectly, burned into his memory - a hollow gaze, eyebrows pulled together and lips tight, Magnus’ entire body slumped down where he always sits tall.

With a feeling of deja vu, Alec watches Magnus stand up too quickly, overeager in his want to hide all evidence of weakness; there’s a tight smile in the corners of his mouth as he beelines for Alec to greet him with a kiss. It’s short and sweet and Alec gives into it because he’s only so strong, but it doesn’t sit right with him.

“Alexander, is something wrong? You look worried, darling,” Magnus says, his voice smooth and palms warm against Alec’s chest; worry roots itself inside Alec as he runs through the list of things that could’ve caused Magnus to feel like this. As far as he knows, Magnus only had one minor client meeting set up, then a warlock party he was invited to, a congregation in the wake of recent events.

It must’ve been that, if Alec’s gut-feeling is anything to go by. He smiles reassuringly at Magnus, putting his hands over the ringed fingers tapping out a subtle pattern against the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m fine, but what about you?”

“What do you mean?” Magnus feigns ignorance, but Alec knows better than that, has watched Magnus for so long that he can easily spot all the cues - the shift from foot to foot, the nervous bob of his throat.

With a gentle hand cupped over Magnus’ elbow, Alec leads him back to the swivel chair he got up from, then perches on the edge of the desk, careful of all the things already on it, especially the framed picture of them from one of their dates in Europe.

“You seem off. Did anything happen while you were at that meeting?”

Magnus glances down at his lap, where his hands are folded together, fingers worrying a ring, turning it restlessly. The edges of his jaw harden and anger flows over, acidic in all the words he throws next.

“Lorenzo Rey happened. You’ll meet him at the next council, since I won’t be there.”

Alec doesn’t understand. He shifts, brows drawn down and head tilted.

“It wasn’t a party, but an almost business meeting. The community voted for a new High Warlock due to what Lorenzo called ‘crucial lapses of judgment’,” Magnus sighs heavily, bitterness joining all the emotions already trapped beneath his ribs. “And while some wanted to have me stay in the position, the majority voted for Rey, who’s been always against me and my ways of living. So, he’s the new High Warlock of Brooklyn now.”  

Silence falls across them as Alec mulls over the information, shocked by what he’s just heard. At first, his brain can’t catch up, associating the title with Magnus since he can remember, but then, it all clicks and righteous anger lights up Alec’s veins. He wants to stand up and go find this newcomer, shake him by the lapels and take what’s Magnus’, yet it’s not as simple as that.

Politics are never an easy ground to walk and both sides are somewhat right - while Alec would love nothing more to fight for Magnus’ honor (even though Magnus can do that himself, the thought is nice), he can see why warlocks have taken the steps they have, with how their relationship is viewed and Alec’s connections to the Clave, how Magnus’ decisions could be seen as influenced, skewed by a Shadowhunter. Still, he can’t help but feel cheated alongside Magnus.

It all depends on the point of view, because when people make a decision, they judge by their intentions and not by actions, whereas others see it the opposite way. Magnus had chosen his own kind, had wanted another Downworlder to protect his people from frankly inevitable trouble in the form of the Soul Sword, over a militarist organization that had abused and betrayed him many times before. He couldn’t have predicted that the Queen would turn on them and side with Valentine; he had done his best in the very difficult situation he’d found himself in, trapped between two important fractions of his life.

“That’s… Magnus, I’m sorry,” Alec murmurs, at a loss for words.

Magnus barks out a bitter laugh, eyes trained on something in the middle distance.

“No, don’t. Maybe it was the right thing to do.” He licks his lips, presses them together into a thin line against his teeth. “Luke and Raphael warned me, told me there was a different way to go about this, but I didn’t listen, lost in my pain and fear. You lying to me about the sword, the threat of my children ending up hurt or dead, the entire Shadow World in danger… I couldn’t think straight. Especially after what happened with Azazel and Valentine.”

Guilt flares up like a red-hot brand in Alec’s heart, but he tamps it down - he’s been forgiven, this is not about him. Him betraying Magnus’ trust was the last drop that broke the dam, released all of that pent-up hurt and anger, everything he’s been holding onto for a long while. They both thought they’d done the honorable thing, picked the proper path to walk on.

The discussion about all of this could last for hours on end, different factors changing outcomes like butterflies in effect, and the conclusions would be still as grey as the fog that hangs over New York on cold and wet mornings.

“You did what felt right.”

“I did. Still, it was ultimately their choice. It’s just…” When Magnus falters, Alec reaches for his palm, cradles it between his own in reassurance; he’s listening, he cares. “I’ve had this title for so long, it’s become a part of my identity, something I relied on to remind me of my strength in moments of doubt. I’ve always been Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn.”

Magnus smiles a hollow smile, eyes flickering up to meet Alec’s. “Now, it’s just Magnus Bane, a warlock. Maybe not even a good one.”

As soon as the resigned words leave Magnus’ mouth, there’s that anger again; it flows through Alec, tasting like refusal on his tongue. He knows Magnus doesn’t truly think that, instead lets himself feel the harshness residing deep, left behind from all the times he’s been beaten down and made to think he’s less than the powerful being Alec and the world see him as.

“Magnus, don’t -” Alec pauses, shuffles from the desk down to the floor, resting on a bent knee. Other hand still tangled with Magnus’, Alec sets his free palm on Magnus’ thigh, finds his wandering gaze and holds it steady. “You know that’s as far from the truth as you can get.”

Alec squeezes Magnus’ fingers gently between his, the only sounds around them the creak of the leather chair underneath Magnus’ weight and the rhythm of their breathing.

“You’re kind and thoughtful, always offering your home and your heart to people in need, always risking everything to protect your people. Without your input, we’d probably never solve half the cases we have, I hope you’re aware.”

Magnus allows a small chuckle at Alec’s words, nodding his head in smug agreement despite his gloomy mood. Relishing in that sliver of warmth on his boyfriend’s face, Alec continues, “Your knowledge keeps surprising me each time I get to hear your stories, each of them showing how wise you are, how much you understand. You survived wars and ends of the world as we know it, lived for centuries, yet you still have that gentleness in you that so many other people are missing.”

“But you’re not all brains and heart and no brawn, no. You wield your strength and your magic with pride - I’ve never met anyone else more powerful than you, because all it takes is one swipe of your arm to annihilate Circle members and you perform impressive spells like nobody’s business, not even breaking a sweat. You’re stronger than a title, still as capable as you are without it.”

When Magnus wants to interrupt, Alec doesn’t let him oppose the truth.

“You’re an extraordinary person, a great leader, the most wonderful lover and friend - anybody who says otherwise is either blind or in denial.”

Magnus’ palm fits itself around Alec’s cheek, soft fingertips against the edge of his jaw. Alec smiles, leaning into the touch.

“I’m not saying any of this just because I think you need to hear it. I mean all of it, every single word.”

He’s seen it all with his very own eyes, witnessed all he just described - he was there after all, when Magnus saved Luke’s life, putting his own in danger; when he saved Alec, more than once already. Magnus has helped Clary on multiple occasions when there were other things on his mind, assisted the Institute, even though he didn’t have to. He fought valiantly against people who looked down upon him and all those that did wrong, like Iris. There’s so much more to tell, not enough hours in a day to sing all of Magnus’ praises.

Thumb swiping a metronome rhythm across Alec’s cheek, Magnus stays quiet, his expression neutral except the upward quirk of his lips, like a peek of sun from behind stormy clouds. He seems to be reflecting on what he just heard, until that smile blooms and he stands slowly, pulling Alec up with him until they’re face to face.

Magnus’ careful hands slither up Alec’s arms, waking shivers in their path until they come to rest on broad shoulders. “Thank you,” he says, earnest and quiet, before he presses his forehead against Alec’s who tugs him even closer, until there’s no space between them. Their eyes dip shut, eyelashes fluttering against cheeks as they breathe each other in, surrounded by calmness of the loft, the quiet familiarity of their touch.

“I’m here for you and I love you. Remember, you’re not alone in this,” Alec murmurs, lips brushing against Magnus’ with each syllable.

“I love you, too,” Magnus hums, slipping his hands around to grab at the back of Alec’s shirt, then rests his cheek against Alec’s shoulder; he’s not holding on for dear life, but for comfort, like he understands this isn’t temporary. “I do know that, but sometimes it’s difficult to take my own advice.” Magnus chuckles to himself, but Alec feels it more than he hears it, Magnus’ breath sweeping over his skin.

“I feel like I will go crazy, just standing on the sidelines,” Magnus confesses and Alec tightens his hold, rubbing soothing circles against Magnus’ back; he’s not going to let that happen.

Their daily lives keep getting more steeper and more demanding, but that means nothing against Alec’s love for Magnus - their short separation was more than enough to show Alec that leaving Magnus’ side is impossible; he’s here for good, and he’s here to do better, to make up to Magnus for all his past mistakes. Relationships may be still new to him, but he knows how much support means when troubles are ahead, how loyalty and honesty and affection are the base for a love that can withstand any storm.

“Take this break to focus on yourself, then. You’ve gone through a lot recently, so find your balance, then take the council by storm.” Alec presses a soft kiss to the side of Magnus’ neck, searching for that ticklish spot that never fails to make Magnus laugh. Bones warming at the sound, Alec adds lightheartedly, “I can already hear Lorenzo shaking in his fancy boots.”

Magnus taps him on the shoulder in mock chastisement with another giggle escaping his chest, but then sobers, leaning back to look Alec in the face.

“What would I do without you, huh?”

Alec smiles innocently, eyes flickering up and away.

“You’d probably mope around all night, drink some expensive alcohol and maybe magically egg Lorenzo’s house, but since I’m here, we can go to our bed and then figure things out tomorrow. How about that?” Alec asks, already taking a step back towards the doors, one hand extended between them as an invitation.

As Magnus’ fingers slide against Alec’s, he answers, “Sounds like a plan.”

[lesbianfr0gs]

“What’s this?”

Magnus turned his torso round to look at Alec who was sat on top of his desk, a photo frame in his hands. Magnus’ eyes flickered down, seeing over the top of the frame to get a glimpse at the picture. A soft smile filtered to his lips when he realised what it was. 

The frame held a picture of them both.

It was a selfie they had taken one morning when they didn’t have any obligations except to themselves. In the picture Alec was facing the camera, but his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was open in a laugh. Magnus was behind him, his chin hooked over Alec’s shoulder and he was pressing a kiss to his cheek, causing the smile on Alec’s face. Magnus’ own face was scrunched up in happiness, his smile evident in the crinkles by his eyes.

Magnus loved that photo. They both looked unapologetically happy and in love. And whenever he looked at that photo, he always remembered that morning when Alec had opened the camera on his phone. He can still hear the laugh that had erupted from Alec as he spontaneously kissed him. He can still remember how Alec had dropped the phone to the mattress and turned to kiss him properly, their selfie long forgotten.

He loved that photo, because he loved the man in it, and he loved the man that he himself had become. He loved how happy a simple photo could make him. So really, it was no question when he set it as his phone wallpaper and printed it off. He looked up at Alec who was no longer looking at the frame, but instead was looking straight at him, the same look of love in his eyes.

“Mm, just a little something to remind me of your beautiful face.”

[wonderworman-archive]

#mood

[alecsimon]

happy birthday, magnus bane!! here’s a fic dedicated to one of my favorite characters xoxo 

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“Alec,” Izzy says, peeking her head in the door. “It’s Magnus.”

Alec doesn’t need to know more, and runs after her, down the hall until they reach Magnus’ changing room.

“Babe?” Alec says softly, knocking on the door. “Is everything alright?”

Alec waits patiently, nodding at Izzy to let her know that he’ll take it from here. She pats his shoulder and walks down the hall. Alec takes a moment to admire how pretty the pastel pink dress looks on his sister, and is proud of him and Magnus for having such quality taste.

After a moment, the door opens a smidge, Magnus’ head poking out.

“Everything’s fine, Alexander, you can go back to your room now,” Magnus says quickly, trying to close the door, but Alec stops it with his foot.

Magnus’ tone instantly lets Alec know that nothing is seriously wrong. It’s something minor, but still important enough for Izzy to call for Alec. Alec just wants to make sure Magnus is okay.

“If everything’s so okay, then why are your eyes red?” Alec asks.

“Uh - allergies?” Magnus says airily, earning a laugh from Alec as Magnus opens the door fully.

Magnus looks - well - just as good as he did on the day they tried on their tuxes together. The slightly off-white is stunning on him, complimenting his skin tone. The suit is just minorly detailed enough that Magnus’ other accessories can stand out without clashing. His makeup is just slightly smeared, proving that he was tearing up earlier, and Alec steps inside and closes the door behind him, cupping Magnus’ face.

“What’s wrong?” Alec asks softly, and Magnus smiles, shaking his head.

“I promise you, it’s nothing. Emotions are just running high, I guess,” Magnus waves his hand, as if physically trying to wave away his emotions, and Alec catches it, pressing a kiss to Magnus’ palm. There’s an emptiness to the ring finger on his left hand, and Alec feels giddy with the knowledge that in just a few hours, he’ll be sliding a gold band on there, and the future will belong to them.

“Talk to me,” Alec says, and Magnus’ shoulders sag. They walk over and sit on the small sofa in the changing room, and Alec instantly takes Magnus’ hands, as if not physically touching today is impossible. Today is important, and Alec wants it to be perfect for both him and Magnus.

“I just began thinking about how I never thought I’d get to have this,” Magnus says, and Alec watches him. They’ve had a few discussions before, about how this feels surreal to Magnus. Sometimes it’s said playfully, Magnus joking that he’s in the best dream possible and he never wants to wake up, but sometimes he says it with an edge to his voice, and Alec knows that there’s a part of Magnus’ past that genuinely engraved it in his mind that he doesn’t deserve marriage and eternal happiness.

Alec may slay demons for a living, but not even he can kill all the demons in Magnus’ mind. God help him though if he won’t try, every day.

“And then it spiraled into Ragnor not getting to see me get this, when he was the most positive I’d have a wife or husband one day,” Magnus says. “When Izzy asked if I was okay, probably hearing me through these thin walls, everything felt like so much and I snapped at her. Then when I apologized, I don’t think she fully believed that everything was okay, so she went to get you. I’m sorry, my love.”

“Shut up,” Alec says playfully. “You know there’s never a reason to be sorry. I’m more than happy to give you my attention. You have all of it anyway.”

Magnus laughs at this, though it is a little teary still.

“Magnus Bane,” Alec says, hooking a finger under Magnus’ chin and forcing Magnus to meet his eyes. “Like I said on the night we mutually proposed, you are the best man I have ever met. You’re honest and kind and loving, and I’m lucky to know you, let alone have the privilege to love you. This? Marrying you? I’ve thought about doing it every day since the minute we had the discussion over fatty tuna.”

“It really shouldn’t be called obese tuna,” Magnus says under his breath, and Alec laughs.

“I love you,” Alec says, and Magnus smiles, leaning his forehead on Alec’s shoulder as Alec embraces him.

“I love you too, Alexander,” Magnus says.

“And before you say it, there’s no need to apologize.” Alec says, making Magnus chuckle.

Magnus pulls away after a moment, and Alec uses his thumb to wipe the slightly smeared makeup from the corner of his eyes.

“We’re getting married,” Alec says, his tummy flipping at the words.

“We are,” Magnus says, smiling. “In a room full of people we love and who love us, and want to celebrate with us.”

Magnus’ hands move to Alec’s inner forearm, and he traces the spot over Alec’s suit jacket.

“Are you nervous?” Magnus asks softly.

Alec knows he’s referring to the immortality rune, created as a gift from Clary, that he’s going to draw on today. He was nervous, for a while, but despite that nervousness and the process of coming to a decision, he’s never been more sure that he wants to spend the rest of time with Magnus.

“A little,” Alec says. “Mostly excited.”

“I’m proud of us. For planning this wedding and for making it to where we are now.” Magnus says, and Alec smiles.

“Did you ever doubt us?” Alec asks, although he knows the answer.

“Not even once,” Magnus replies, and Alec chuckles, leaning over and kissing the corner of his mouth.

“Hey,” Magnus pouts, his hands finding the lapels of Alec’s blazer. “Your husband to be wants a proper kiss.”

“You’ll get a proper kiss when I meet you at the end of the aisle, my husband to be.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Magnus says. Magnus takes a deep breath and meets Alec’s gaze, his dark eyes full of love and affection and warmth. One of the promises Alec will make today, is to keep that happy warmth in Magnus’ eyes every single day.

[dailymalec]

alec appreciation weeks: week 2 » favorite malec moments

[oikyskau]

― Rupi Kaur

[lornashores]

shadowhunters ☰ season one, episode eight ›› “bad blood”

“look, i know how powerful this cup is. it has the power to create new shadowhunters, control demons, and even kill a mundane if they drank from it. but i promise you i will not let that monster gets his hands on it”

[tscsource]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[instadanjlevys]

you still bitter about getting your ass kicked by a werewolf?

[flynn-taylor]

Shadowhunters Season 3 Sizzle Reel

[bussanbaby]

this is inspired by a recent bts s3 pic and this post by my bud @willjtudor

“Magnus, do you know where my keys are?” Comes Alec’s voice, muted by the wall separating their bedroom and the living room; with it, the distinct shuffle of dress shoes on wooden floors and the click of the closet doors.

“The hallway basket!” Magnus shouts back, not turning his attention away from his breakfast bowl loaded with yogurt and fruit, as well as the newspaper he’s currently browsing through.

He and Alec have gotten up roughly at the same time, but since Alec has to leave somewhere early, he is the one puttering around in a rush before nine o’clock. Magnus has his morning off, hence why he’s sat in his robe and slippers, enjoying a couple hours of peace before a day full of meetings.

Soon after the keys jingle and Alec gives a victorious ‘a-ha!’, he comes into the kitchen like a gust of wind, dropping a quick kiss into Magnus’ messy bedhead before moving to sip from his half-empty cup of lukewarm coffee.

Magnus lifts his head to ask a question, but the words get stuck in his throat as he takes Alec in. 

He’s wearing a dark maroon suit, somewhere between sweet cherry and the shade of blood - the pants and the jacket are tailored perfectly, accentuating all the shapes of Alec’s body from his ungodly long legs to broad shoulders and chest. The suit is paired with a dark brown belt and shoes, as well as a black dress shirt, giving it a sleek, yet kind of casual appearance.

While Alec is certainly no stranger to suits, often donning fancy suit jackets as the Head of the Institute and full elegant outfits to either official events or their dates, they’ve often been in dark tones, usually kept to a range of black, navy and shades of grey. Red is definitely new, but Magnus can’t say a bad word about it. The opposite actually - his boyfriend looks stunningly attractive, even more than usual.

Picking his jaw up from the ground, Magnus blinks a couple of times to come back to the real world, just as Alec turns to face him, hip leaned against a cupboard and his jacket unbuttoned.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Magnus says half-jokingly and pushes away from the table, coming to stand in front of Alec. He drags his fingers down the edges of the lapels, just admiring the whole get-up, the colors and cut quite similar to what he would wear himself, but in Alec’s own spin on it. “You look quite dashing, Alexander.”

Alec’s entire face lights up at the compliment, his lips pressed together to stifle a coy grin, a hint of pink in the apples of his cheeks.

“Thank you, Magnus.” He sighs, hands cupping Magnus’ elbows as he rests his palms flat against Alec’s chest. The shadowhunter falters, offers an explanation, even though it's not needed. “I bought the suit impulsively last week. Felt like I needed something new, a breath of fresh air.”

Magnus smiles wider, Alec’s words confirming what he’s been thinking for a while already. Ever since Alec has come out, he’s been slowly getting more comfortable with himself, inching out into new territories with various things, from more adventurous food, through everyday things and the way he interacts with people, to style and fashion.

One time it was black eyeliner for a club night out, a different evening consisted of them learning salsa dancing in the living room, last Saturday it was an embroidered bomber jacket and some borrowed rings. Now, it’s a gorgeous suit and just the slightest hint of stubble.

Magnus is bursting with pride. He can see the shift happening inside Alec, the way he’s exploring his newfound and reassured identity, how he’s reshaping who he’s once been into someone he feels like now - someone confident, happy, at peace with his own heart. He’s finally able to flourish and Magnus wants nothing more than to experience this journey with him, glad to witness all of it first-hand.

After all, it’s an amazing feeling, to find oneself after a long time spent hidden away.

With a happy sigh, Magnus reaches up to fix Alec’s collar, shooting him a sly wink.

“Just don’t get eaten by demons, since you’re looking like a snack,” he quips and Alec rolls his eyes fondly, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest and underneath Magnus’ palms.

“Now you’re just laying it on thick,” Alec admonishes, making Magnus laugh mirthfully. He leans in to kiss Magnus’ cheek first, then presses another peck to the beauty mark above his eyebrow. “Luke’s waiting in the car downstairs, we’re teaming up to investigate some Mundie murders down at the City Hall, look for the usual suspicious stuff.”

“Alright, detective Lightwood. Dinner at six?” Magnus reciprocates, cupping Alec’s jaw and smooching him right on the lips, the kiss tasting of sweet coffee and even sweeter mango.

When he tries to pull away, Magnus finds himself tugged back in by the hips, Alec’s soft mouth eager against Magnus’ as if he can’t get enough of them together before he leaves for the day.

“You got it, boss.” The words are staggered, each split up by a brush of lips. “I’ll buy dessert.”

“Not to be rude, but weren’t you late a couple of minutes ago?”

Alec’s eyes widen almost comically as he freezes and glances down at his watch with badly concealed terror. “Oh, fuck. Okay, I’m going, I’m going. Hope all your clients are nice, love you.”

Magnus grins at Alec’s unusually enthusiastic morning-self, finding it adorably endearing. “Love you too. Tell Luke hi from me while you’re at it.”

With a final kiss, Alec grabs a banana from the table and rushes out of the kitchen, the main door slamming shut after him promptly.

Magnus stands still for a moment, drums his knuckles on the cupboard as he smiles to nobody in particular.

He’s so proud.