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direwombat · 2 years

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oc aesthetics: voidpunk edition

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton to do these vibes.

tagging: @natesofrellis, @thomrainer, @harmonyowl, @funkypoacher, @confidentandgood, @strafethesesinners, @adelaidedrubman, @aceghosts, @schoute, @poeti-kat, @jacrispea, and anyone else wanting to do some vibes for their kids!

BIBLICALLY ACCURATE ANGEL: Wears brighter colors than most of the other options, Has way too many eyes, Kind and Friendly but a little Aloof, Obsessed with vaguely religious imagery even if they’re not actually religious, Freckles covering their shoulders and arms, Artist Vibes, Chaotic Good, Unassuming but always Underestimated, Definitely the type of kid to close their eyes on a swing set and pretend they’re flying, Just really liked Good Omens tbh, Book lover, Loves the feeling of sunlight

OLD FOREST GOD: Definitely listens to Hozier, Extremely cheap when it comes to money, Probably owns a lot of denim, Just wants to get lost in the woods as an escape from modern capitalism, Foggy Mountains, Lanterns glowing in the fog of dusk, Binges Lotr & The Hobbit whenever they feel sad, Loves watching the sunrise, Says weirdly cryptic but incredibly wise shit all the time, Gives really good advice, Just wants to lie down in a patch of moss and decay, Not really bothered by death honestly, Has worn this same sweater for the past 3 days

OBJECT HEAD: Old-School or Vintage Aesthetic, Extremely specific Special Interests, Probably waxes poetically to themself every night, Galaxy Print everything, Probably owns way too many jackets, Wise beyond their years, Excellent sense of humor, Probably really into embroidery or knitting, Theatre kid, Just really tired tbh, Would probably punch god right now, So stressed they’re actually calm, Keeps way too many journals and diaries, Terrible memory for basic tasks, Needs a lot of physical pressure to feel comfortable or sleep

ROBOT: Intentionally tacky fashion sense, Patterned Button-ups for Days, Their wardrobe looks like the floor of an 80s arcade, Cold Hands, Very poor social skills, Feels feelings in their own unique way that nobody understands, Hates when people pity them, Rarely ever understands jokes and honestly doesn’t want to, Is actually doing pretty well with online learning tbh, Tech savvy, Probably had a Goth phase in Middle or High School, Loves to keep collections of really hyper specific things, Excellent memory

CRYPTID: Can recite both the entire X-Files and Gravity Falls theme songs, Has fully embraced the term “feral”, Likes to visit animal shelters and play with the puppies and kittens a lot, Just wants fangs man, Obsessed with Mythology, Honestly wouldn’t really mind being feared by some, Really morbid interests, Definitely liked crawling up onto the roof as a kid, Wanderer, Likes to explore a lot, Talk to the moon when they need to vent, Likes nesting in blankets and pillows

ALIEN: Obsessed with Buzzfeed Unsolved, Shane Madej Vibes, That holographic material that’s silver and shines rainbow is their peak aesthetic, Acts like they’re studying humans even though they’re a part of the same species (or are they???), Obsessed with space, Feral Scientist vibes, Just really wants to learn everything they can, Owns way too much NASA Merch, Pastel Shades, Can still recite their childhood lullabies word-for-word, Philosophy Nerd

VAGUELY HUMANOID SHAPED: Quiet Kid who’s always underestimated, Gave up on the perception of self 12 years ago, Maladaptive Daydreamer, Listens to older styles of Music, Goes all-out for Halloween, Has a lot of dysphoria, Craves Human Contact so much dude, Hates online learning with a fiery passion, Obsessed with the Magnus Archives, A Crybaby but in a good way, Loves taking things apart and putting them back together again, Gifted Kid Burnout™, Obsessively researched and infodumps about their special interest(s), Has very few friends unfortunately, Always sits in the very back of class

OH GOD WTF IS THAT: Wild Overly-Saturated Colors, Gets personally offended if they ever fit in with the majority, Likes being weird and fully embraces it, Probably had that phase where they were really interested in studying Serial Killers for some reason, Definitely a Chaotic Neutral, Visual Stims a lot, Unintentionally ends up staring at people because they’re zoning out, Buries their issues under a thick blanket of memes and funky music, Vents their emotions through their art or writing or whatever artform they choose

#just did the far cry kids because my brain is mush and this is all i can focus on bc this one is long #but hhhhh cryptid old god sybille with an object head (i'm thinkin' hare skull) is very good #and vaguely humanoid biblically accurate jonah is also VERY fun and fitting in its own way #oc: deputy sybille la roux #oc: jonah seed

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clonesupport · 2 years

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OC Aesthetics: Voidpunk Edition

thank you @socially-awkward-skeleton for tagging me for this!

bold: always, italics: sometimes, strikethrough: never

Biblically-Accurate Angel: Wears brighter colours than most of the other options, Has way too many eyes, Kind and Friendly but a little Aloof, Obsessed with vaguely religious imagery even if they’re not actually religious, Freckles covering their shoulders and arms, Artist Vibes, Chaotic Good, Unassuming but always Underestimated, Definitely the type of kid to close their eyes on a swing set and pretend they’re flying, Just really liked Good Omens tbh, Book lover, Loves the feeling of sunlight

Old Forest God: Definitely listens to Hozier, Extremely cheap when it comes to money, Probably owns a lot of denim, Just wants to get lost in the woods as an escape from modern capitalism, Foggy Mountains, Lanterns glowing in the fog of dusk, Binges Lotr & The Hobbit whenever they feel sad, Loves watching the sunrise, Says weirdly cryptic but incredibly wise shit all the time, Gives really good advice, Just wants to lie down in a patch of moss and decay, Not really bothered by death honestly, Has worn this same sweater for the past 3 days

Object Head: Old-School or Vintage Aesthetic, Extremely specific Special Interests, Probably waxes poetically to themself every night, Galaxy Print everything, Probably owns way too many jackets, Wise beyond their years, Excellent sense of humor, Probably really into embroidery or knitting, Theatre kid, Just really tired tbh, Would probably punch god right now, So stressed they’re actually calm, Keeps way too many journals and diaries, Terrible memory for basic tasks, Needs a lot of physical pressure to feel comfortable or sleep

Robot: Intentionally tacky fashion sense, Patterned Button-ups for Days, Their wardrobe looks like the floor of an 80s arcade, Cold Hands, Very poor social skills, Feels feelings in their own unique way that nobody understands, Hates when people pity them, Rarely ever understands jokes and honestly doesn’t want to, Is actually doing pretty well with online learning tbh, Tech savvy, Probably had a Goth phase in Middle or High School, Loves to keep collections of really hyper specific things, Excellent memory

Cryptid: Can recite both the entire X-Files and Gravity Falls theme songs, Has fully embraced the term “feral”, Likes to visit animal shelters and play with the puppies and kittens a lot, Just wants fangs man, Obsessed with Mythology, Honestly wouldn’t really mind being feared by some, Really morbid interests, Definitely liked crawling up onto the roof as a kid, Wanderer, Likes to explore a lot, Talk to the moon when they need to vent, Likes nesting in blankets and pillows

Alien: Obsessed with Buzzfeed Unsolved, Shane Madej Vibes, That holographic material that’s silver and shines rainbow is their peak aesthetic, Acts like they’re studying humans even though they’re a part of the same species (or are they???), Obsessed with space, Feral Scientist vibes, Just really wants to learn everything they can, Owns way too much NASA Merch, Pastel Shades, Can still recite their childhood lullabies word-for-word, Philosophy Nerd

Vaguely Humanoid Shaped: Quiet Kid who’s always underestimated, Gave up on the perception of self 12 years ago, Maladaptive Daydreamer, Listens to older styles of Music, Goes all-out for Halloween, Has a lot of dysphoria, Craves Human Contact so much dude, Hates online learning with a fiery passion, Obsessed with the Magnus Archives, A Crybaby but in a good way, Loves taking things apart and putting them back together again, Gifted Kid Burnout™, Obsessively researched and infodumps about their special interest(s), Has very few friends unfortunately, Always sits in the very back of class

Oh God wtf is That: Wild Overly-Saturated Colors, Gets personally offended if they ever fit in with the majority, Likes being weird and fully embraces it, Probably had that phase where they were really interested in studying Serial Killers for some reason, Definitely a Chaotic Neutral, Visual Stims a lot, Unintentionally ends up staring at people because they’re zoning out, Buries their issues under a thick blanket of memes and funky music, Vents their emotions through their art or writing or whatever artform they choose

#tagged #my oc: seph wilde #my oc: ronnie kana

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fairyperiapt · 2 years

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Magnus Bane as a mentor would include...

Lets be real

Magnus has been around for a while

so he’s met a fair few people

whether its Shadowhunter's, fellow warlocks , mundanes

you get the idea

so you would probably find it shocking when he offers to teach you how to control your magic

you could have met many ways

he could have seen you on the streets and sensed the magic

or watched you get shunned by your family for your abilities and warlock mark

whatever floats your boat

but he offers to show you how to fully understand and use your magic

he probably wouldn't be offended if you asked him about the catch in his deal

he’d probably tell you your one step closer already

now onto him being a mentor

he doesn't go easy on you

at all

and definitely likes to test new skills at random time

that are most likely not related in any way

whether that be by how the spell is cast or the mature of the spell

but its not to say he doesn't know when to stop

he can definitely tell the difference between when you are holding back and when when you physically cant do it...

yet

due to most likely having daily lessons

he’ll offer for you to stay with him

in your own room

or maybe a while living area to yourself behind a secret wall in his apartment

but won’t force you

he’ll probably offer a counter deal of getting you your own separate apartment

close enough for you to walk

obviously up until you can create portals

he’s also very insistent on ‘jazzing’ up your wardrobe

not that you had a bad sense of style before

but this is Magnus

he’s going to make sure any outfit you wear makes you look like a fashion icon

he’s also amazing at gift giving

he just know exactly what you need

and he honestly never waits for an occasion

he’ll just randomly give you gifts

especially when you've just done something challenging

overall he’s an amazing mentor

who really just wants to see the rising confidence you’ll have when doing magic

#shadowhunters headcanon #shadowhunters #magnus bane #magnus bane headcanon #mentor magnus #𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓅𝓉

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igonecrazy · 2 years

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Heyyyy 🙈❤️ can I have sth for TFoL pls 🥺

Yesssss yes yes you can <3 <3 <3

soooooooo....the last I left them was at Magnus and Jace recovering from their respective injuries at Magnus's place..under the stern care of one Alec Lightwood.. :P

I have so maaannnyy ideas for this which all currently live rent free in my brain coz i dont know how to charge them..:P

soo...because they cant go anywhere..they're having a movie night at Magnus's..Simon shows up early so he is hanging out with them and they are both sizing him up (their relationship is going to be like Simon is the braincell in this trio :P) aaannd.. Magnus is sitting between Alec and Jace on the couch and Magnus and Jace keep on talking in whispers between the movie and they are talking about how Jace should ask Clary out and Jace is like how can I? i dont think she even likes me and Magnus is like she definitely likes you and they continue this for a while unaware that they are very much audible to everyone in the room and Izzy and Alec are smirking at each other they just love Jace embarrassing himself in front of Clary who is red as tomato and Simon is the one who is finally like would you two stop! we can all hear you! :P

These are a few ideas I had saved in a separate files..these were all supposed to be chapters :) in no particular order..

Jace has nightmare, gets into Malec’s bed cuddling Magnus Alec be like huh??

Izzy arrives in the morning and sees them all walk out of Magnus’ bedroom and is like do you boys have some weird arrangement going on that I don’t know about?

Magnus’ fashion show, Jace arrives early, they stare at a model named Matt thinking…..doesnt he remind you of someone? They give Matt an eerie wave in the mirror, Raphael is like stop leering at the guy! He looks like Alec, you dumbasses! They go ooooooohh!!

Magnus’ show stopper model Dom hurt, and then Magnus goes wait a min you look like him!!! Jace takes spot as show stopper.

Alec arrives a little late, he is worried about Jace not being there, the show is set to start in 30 minutes, he knows Magnus would be upset a lil if Jace doesn’t show up.

Clary Simon and Izzy arrive, they all get concerned too about Jace, Izzy is like He wont miss this, im more worried about why he isn’t here.

Alec asks Clary if she has seen him, she’s like he texted me an hour and half ago that he was leaving.

Raphael comes over to greet them hears their conversation and goes, “Now I’m more worried that Papa isn’t here either,” he looks at Clary and goes, “are we sure Blondie isn’t cheating on you?”

Clary Raphael!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alec, offended and amused.

Si throws a knowing smirk at Raph, who winks, and Izzy looks at him questioningly.

Then Jace walks out at the end of the show and Alec is relived but also wants to murder him.

Jace and Magnus walk the ramp, Alec is like thank fuck he is my boyfriend or I’d have moved to England.

Magnus pulls Alec up, and they kiss as paps take pictures.

Family dinner.

Magnus standing grumpily next to Asmo,

Alec and Izzy are standing on either sides of Maryse, both grumpy.

Maryse and Asmo are annoyed too.

Si, Clary and Jace arrive.

Jace goes and hugs Maryse, gets glared at by Izzy and Alec.

Jace then pulls away from her and grins at Asmodeus, “Papa!” before hugging him too, much to Magnus’ irritation.

Si, chuckles, and Clary who can sense the sour mood on everyone’s face whispers, “What?”

“Raphael said Magnus and Asmodeus had a fight, and Izzy texted me she and Alec had a fight with Maryse, since Jace doesn’t work with either of them and hasn’t fought with them, the kids are a little jealous of the golden boy.”

Clary smiles.

Alec cuddles into the warm body as sleep slips away from him. He buries his head in Magnus’ neck and takes a deep inhale as he stretches out his body. Weird! This isn’t what Magnus smells like?

He nuzzles Magnus’ neck and presses a light kiss.

“Mmmm, not Magnus!”

Alec’s eyes snap open and at the sight of blond hair he jumps out of the bed.

“Oh! Fucking hell! Fuck off! You fucking-“

“Stop shouting!” Jace says as he rolls over pulling the covers over his head.

Alec snatches the covers away from him and throws them to the recliner, and proceeds to literally kick his brother off the bed.

“What the hell, Alec!”

“You’re asking me? Me?”

“Do you see anyone else here?”

“You’re not allowed in our bed from now on! I will kick you out if I see you in this fucking bed again!”

“Oh yeah! I didn’t want to wake up to be molested by my brother either! But here we are!”

Alec picks up something off the nightstand, which he would later realize to be his own cell, and threw it at his brother, who ducked just in time.

Magnus entered the room with Chairman in hands just as whatever he had thrown crashed into the wall.

“Dude!”

“Alexander?” Magnus asked, confused, “what’s going on here?”

“He isn’t allowed in our bed anymore, Magnus, that’s final,” he said in lieu of explanation.

Magnus seemed to ponder for a bit before he shrugged, “I can’t say I’m opposed to that, but why the sudden assertiveness?”

“He molested me, that’s why,” Jace said, and this time alec threw a pillow at him.

“What?” Magnus said frowning.

#i went back and read tfol #and awwwwie i miss it now!#tfol #malec #jace herondale #i love this fic :")#AND I WROTE IT!! UNBELIEVABLE!!#*cries in fluff*#thank you for loving this fic soooo much razi :* i love you!!

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irrfahrer · 3 years

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Tag Yourself; Voidpunk Edition

Biblically-Accurate Angel: Wears brighter colors than most of the other options, Has way too many eyes, Kind and Friendly but a little Aloof, Obsessed with vaguely religious imagery even if they’re not actually religious, Freckles covering their shoulders and arms, Artist Vibes, Chaotic Good, Unassuming but always Underestimated, Definitely the type of kid to close their eyes on a swing set and pretend they’re flying, Just really liked Good Omens tbh, Book lover, Loves the feeling of sunlight

Vaguely Humanoid Shaped: Quiet Kid who's always underestimated, Gave up on the perception of self 12 years ago, Maladaptive Daydreamer, Listens to older styles of Music, Goes all-out for Halloween, Has a lot of dysphoria, Craves Human Contact so much dude, Hates online learning with a fiery passion, Obsessed with the Magnus Archives, A Crybaby but in a good way, Loves taking things apart and putting them back together again, Gifted Kid Burnout™, Obsessively researched and infodumps about their special interest(s), Has very few friends unfortunately, Always sits in the very back of class

#headcanon #lol #"Just really tired tbh Would probably punch god right now #yeh thats ziv xxD #irrfahrer

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maiaisbia · 4 years

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if you love me (don't let go)

Raphael knew flowers were important to seelies. But could there be a deeper meaning in the bouquet he received from Meliorn?

A little flower language Raphael/Meliorn fic

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Raphael was stopped by a gentle hand on his arm as he left the New York Institute after the meeting of the Downworld Council had ended. He turned to find it was Meliorn, their usual wide smile seeming almost shy. Maia nodded to them both as she walked by, before returning to her conversation with Luke, who had given a report to the council.

“I was wondering,” Meliorn began, before pausing. They seemed to gather their thoughts. “I was wondering if I might escort you home.”

Raphael felt his brows raise in surprise. He quickly schooled his expression, not wanting Meliorn to be offended. The two of them had been working more closely as of late, Meliorn volunteering to help on assignments that Raphael was also on. And Raphael appreciated their friendship greatly. “Certainly,” he said with a nod. “It would be nice to have the company.”

Meliorn smiled brightly and offered Raphael their arm. Managing to keep his expression neutral this time at the unexpected gesture, Raphael took the offered arm after only a moment’s pause. He couldn’t help but wonder because it was a rather long walk to the Dumort and didn’t really take Meliorn where they needed to go to get home, why they wanted to join him. But the warmth of their presence, the lack of pressure to perform a certain aspect of himself (leader, no-nonsense, aloof) let Raphael relax as they walked together.

“What are you thinking about?” Meliorn asked, their voice soft, just for the two of them.

“The city has changed so much, and sometimes it feels like I haven’t,” Raphael said because it was something he had been thinking about a lot lately. “I am nearing my 100th year, and it all moves so slowly and so quickly at the same time.”

Meliorn hummed. “I guess I don’t think of immortality the way you would. I am surrounded by those who are immortal, have known that was the life I would have since I was born.” Raphael looked over to see Meliorn’s profile. They were lovely, long hair falling over their shoulder and shining in the streetlights.

“I lost my sister,” Raphael admitted. It wasn’t something he talked about with many people, nor that many knew, beyond Raphael’s family (Magnus and Catarina), and Simon. “It was two years ago now, but I miss her every day. I have been missing her since I was turned.”

“I don’t have any siblings, so I won’t be able to understand your pain, fully,” Meliorn said after they walked half a block in thoughtful silence. “But if you need help holding such a loss, I am here.”

Raphael nodded, taking a few deep breaths that he didn’t truly need, but were grounding. “Thank you,” he finally managed.

“Of course,” Meliorn said, and then silence settled back around them. It was comfortable, companionable, as if words were not needed for the understanding they had found with each other. Raphael didn’t feel like this in the presence of many, beyond Magnus, Catarina, and Ragnor.

Lost in such thoughts and the surprisingly pleasant evening, Raphael was surprised when they turned onto the street and he saw the Dumort in the distance. He tried to think of what he would say to Meliorn, what he should say but didn’t come up with anything more than, “Thank you for accompanying me,” by the time they reached the front door.

Meliorn smiled and gave a slight bow after Raphael let go of their arm. “Thank you for allowing me to.”

Raphael couldn’t help a matching smile from forming on his face. He could admit to himself that he was charmed and knew he would blush if he could.

“Before I go,” Meliorn said, hands going behind their back, and then they were offering a bouquet that they must have materialized. They handed it to Raphael as they said, “Goodnight. I hope to see you again soon.”

“Goodnight,” Raphael said after a long moment, taking his eyes from the bouquet in his hands. Meliorn was already far down the street, walking towards Central Park.

Raphael looked back at the plants that made up the bouquet and frowned. They were not standard flowers…

He hurried back to his rooms, nodding to the members of the clan he ran into. Thankfully no one needed him, so he could shut the door of his apartment to focus on figuring this out. Filling a jar with water, Raphael placed the bouquet into it before he grabbed his laptop to look up what flowers these were… and any meanings they may have.

The lovely greens of the plants felt like a beginning, a possible start of spring. The first, encircling the flowers at the center, Raphael found were leaves of the arborvitae cedar tree. This meant unchanging friendship, and Raphael puzzled at that. In the center of the leaves were light green rosebuds, still closed, and made Raphael stare at in wonder. Roses almost always meant something about love, to his knowledge. He was proven right when he found that green buds were confessions of love.

Raphael pulled out his phone and was calling Magnus before he could think better of it. Thankfully it wasn’t too late, which Raphael found as he glanced at the time after he already started the call. Though it would be close to midnight in Idris...

But he didn’t have to worry. As always, it was only a few rings before Magnus picked up. “Raphael, how are you?”

“Good,” Raphael said, and then remembered he shouldn’t just jump into his question. “How are you?”

“Can’t complain,” Magnus said, sounding amused. “Now, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” Raphael said far too quickly for Magnus to believe it.

“Oh, really now,” and Magnus was laughing. Raphael smiled at the sound. It was so much more carefree than it had been only three years ago.

“I need your opinion on something,” Raphael settled on. “Or at least your thoughts.”

“I’m all ears,” Magnus promised.

“Wait, this isn’t on speaker? Lightwood can’t hear?”

“Lightwood-Bane,” Magnus corrected. “And no, Alec can’t hear you, he’s already fallen asleep. Now, what has you so excited.”

“It’s Meliorn,” Raphael blurted.

It sounded like Magnus was sitting up. “What about them?”

“I don’t know… They walked me home after the council meeting tonight,” Raphael decided to start, but that wasn’t the true start. “Well, we’ve always gotten along and have been spending so more time together, mostly in a professional capacity mind you.”

“Mmhmm,” Magnus sounded far too pleased and excited. Raphael was tempted to hang up, but he also needed to know what Magnus thought.

“They gave me a bouquet when we reached the Dumort.”

“Flowers and plants are very important to seelies,” Magnus said, and Raphael rolled his eyes, because everyone knew that. But it was actually helpful to hear, to have even the obvious confirmed. “What flowers were they?”

“I looked up their meanings already,” Raphael said and realized his body was breathing fast.

He paused there, long enough that Magnus prompted, “And?”

“They mean…” Raphael started then swore. “They mean confessions of love and unchanging friendship.”

Magnus whistled, but then didn’t comment on that.

“What do you think this means!?” Raphael said, more frantic then he meant to be. At least Magnus wouldn’t hold it against him. He might tease a bit, but not right now.

And Magnus didn’t laugh this time, though Raphael was sure it was funny. Maybe he would laugh at some later point as well. “I think you just said what it means,” Magnus prompted, gently now.

“But…” Raphael sighed, pacing around his apartment now, unable to keep still. “What does it really mean?”

Magnus was silent for a moment, but Raphael could hear him breathing and knew he was still on the line. When he spoke again, it was very thoughtful. “I think it means they have feelings for you. Romantic feelings and they want to approach you about them. However, they want you to know that if you do not return them that it won’t change your friendship.”

Raphael nodded, though Magnus couldn’t see. His pacing slowed. “That would make sense.”

“You’re smiling, I can hear it,” Magnus said, his tone warm.

Raphael realized he was right. “Yeah, yeah I guess so.”

“So, how are you going to answer?” Magnus asked.

Raphael went back to his laptop, still on the counter next to the bouquet. “I think I should answer in the same fashion.”

“And that answer will be?”

Raphael took a breath and thought about it. Thought about what he was feeling, thought about how long it had been since he last had a relationship. Thought about how comfortable he was with Meliorn.

“I will let them know that I feel the same.”

“I’m so happy for you, my boy.” And Raphael knew he meant it.

.-.-.

It ended up being sometime before Raphael could speak to Meliorn again, and he wanted to do this in person. Before the next council meeting, Raphael took them aside very briefly. Meliorn’s eyes were beautifully made up, and they looked impressive in their armor. But it was the way they smiled at Raphael, with kindness and hope, that made Raphael know that this really could be something.

Raphael held up the single jonquil flower (affection returned) he had purchased. Meliorn smiled even brighter, gently taking the flower. “I’m glad,” they murmured, holding the flower as if it were something precious.

Raphael thought he would feel awkward now. But he could only smile back. He didn’t know what the next steps might be, the feeling of hope mixed headily with affection. “Would you like to spend some time together after the meeting?”

Meliorn gave a little bow. “Nothing would make me happier.”

#raphael santiago #meliorn #magnus bane #raphaeliorn #(i think is their ship name owhirhwor)#my fic #flower language #love confessions

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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years

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and i was just like... "as in skirts? or just like.. pussy out?" -> nah! in some ugly grey boxers (or was it briefs? i don't remember), unfortunately 😩 but since alec looks like a '40 yo unmarried journalist' maybe this ugliness would make sense somehow as in CoB, an ugly masterpiece lol

i think it was briefs but yeah that underwear was so not sexy and uncool like spice it up a bit, damn

also, enraged and offended that you left the part about being a brony out. smh

tbh tho despite the book fashion magnus still looked gorgeous like he is simply unable to be ugly :/

#ask #anonymous #dirty words

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suddenrundown · 6 years

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All the Time in the World: Chapter 5

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Its what’s on the inside that counts.

A cheesy saying, but one that Barry strived to live by nonetheless. He wasn’t one to make snap decisions about people upon meeting them based of first impressions or appearances. At least, he tried not to. There was some amount of decency in most souls, he believed, and even if it wasn’t obvious immediately, he’d give them a few chances. Obviously, some people really were just miserable beings; he’d run across some, both in his former life and in the past eleven years. But most proved his theory, given the chance, and he’d met and become friends with so many different and interesting people in his lifetime. It made life more fulfilling.

Which was why this particular world made very little sense to him.

Continued under the cut, or you can read it on ao3

“Have you tried wearing something other than jeans?”

“No. I mean, I don’t really have any—wait, what’s wrong with my jeans? You don’t like my jeans?”

“Did I say that? No, your jeans are rad. I’ve never met anyone who could pull off dad jeans as well as you can.”

“Dad jeans? Lup, they’re not-”

Lup looked up from the map she was studying, smirking. “I mean, if you weren’t wearing jeans, how would I even know its you? Oh my god, wait!” she gasped. “Are they like, a talisman or something, that holds in some super power? If you take them off, do you become like Super Monster Barry?”

“Yeah, actually,” Barry confirmed, voice hushed now. “I was trying to keep it a secret all this time, but you caught me. At night in my room, I take them off and I get super buff. Bigger than Magnus. Bigger than that ripped guy who kept throwing boulders at the Starblaster all last cycle. It’s terrifying.”

Lup snorted at that. “Holy shit.”

“Right?” Barry chuckled. Then he sobered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, is there actually something wrong with-”

“Of course not!” she interrupted, looking serious now. “No one who matters thinks there is. It’s just that this place is…judgmental.”

She wasn’t wrong. They’d been in this world for two months now, but it was blatantly obvious that they were being judged the moment the IPRE landed here.

The crew had seen fully functioning cities and humanoid beings as they flew the Starblaster down into the plane, and Davenport had deemed it safe to venture out soon after the ship landed in a wooded area just outside of town. They didn’t make it very far before they were visited by a group of well-dressed individuals demanding to know who they were and what their business here was. Davenport had tried to explain, but he was immediately cut off by a man in the middle, who seemed to be the leader of the group.

“Not you,” he’d basically sneered, pointing at Davenport but not sparing him a glance. His finger slid across the line until it made its way to Taako, and the man’s face had become instantly friendlier. “Him. Or her.” And at this, he pointed to Lup next to him.

The crew had gone silent, and they all stared in the direction of the twins. Barry could see Lup attempting to form words through her surprise, but Taako had gotten there first.

“We’re the IPRE, my dude, and we’re gonna be here for a while.”

Surprisingly, this made the man laugh. “That will be just fine. I would like you to come with me just for a bit, my friend, uh…” The man waved his hand as if beckoning for a name.

Taako cocked his head a bit. “Taako?” It sounded like a question.

“Taako, yes. Just for a bit. I’d like to know more but I’d rather not stand here and chat.” The man looked around as if the scenery of the woods offended him. When Taako didn’t immediately move, the man turned to smile at Lup. “You can come too, Miss.”

“Lup.” Lup offered, hesitantly.

“How lovely,” the man sighed. He then turned around and his group began to walk away “Anyway, come along,” he called over his shoulder.

The twins had glanced down the line back to Davenport, who gestured for them to go ahead.

“Careful,” he warned them. “We’ll be here.”

When the twins were out of sight, the rest of the crew continued to stand in silence, rooted to their spots, until Merle let out a low chuckle.

“What a dick.”

They all laughed at that and agreed, and with the tension broken, they made their way back into the Starblaster to wait for Taako and Lup to return. Barry’s stomach churned with anxiety, but he tried to comfort himself with the fact that if the man had wanted to hurt them, he probably would have done it here instead of taking them elsewhere. Besides, he seemed impressed by them for some reason. Thankfully, his worries were for nothing, as the twins came back in one piece a few hours later with a story to tell that made the everything make sense. In context, at least.

The man they’d met, Delman, was in charge of the city they’d flown over, and he was more than willing to share with Taako and Lup the way things worked, provided they tell him exactly why they were here. The twins were completely honest and took the opportunity to summarize the IPRE’s mission, about the Light, and about the timeframe they had to save this world from the Hunger. When they finished, they sat in awkward silence as Delman seemed to consider their explanation. Then he laughed.

“If that’s the story you’re sticking to, my friends, that’s quite alright with me.” As the twins tried to convince him, he shook his head. “Really, you look nice enough. I’m not sure about this Hunger nonsense, but I won’t stop you and your…associates from conducting whatever business you deem necessary, provided that you all understand how we operate.”

And with that, he told them briefly about the world. It sounded similar to home, except for one key difference: society was basically split up based on beauty.

“He didn’t really say so out right, but I sort of got the impression that if you didn’t have looks, you didn’t have much,” Lup explained, shuffling awkwardly. “People without them have harder jobs and worse living conditions by extension. Apparently, even the ‘pretty’ people spend large amounts of time and money trying to make themselves prettier, whatever that means. Didn’t really ask.” She paused then, clearly uncomfortable. “I mean, isn’t it like, a subjective thing? I don’t really get why-”

“Lup, I’m not offended by what happened earlier,” Davenport interrupted kindly. He gave her a smile. “Not everyone can appreciate such a dignified mustache,” he added, twirling the end of his. “Clearly this Delman fellow didn’t.”

“Sounds like an…interesting culture,” Lucretia said. “I don’t know what the standards of beauty are, but from the welcoming we got today, I’m guessing we might have a hard time.”

“Then again,” Taako spoke up from beside his sister, noticeably posing just a little. “You do have the two of us, and we evidently did pass the beauty portion of this little pageant show, so maybe privileges extend to you by association.”

Oh, well thank God. Barry stopped short of rolling his eyes. It’s not like Taako was wrong. Or not objectively one of the prettiest people he’d ever met.

And luckily, as Taako had predicted, the crew had had a relatively easy time of it so far. As Delman promised, they were left to their own devices as far as looking for the Light went, and they were granted access to the better parts of the city, including job positions, which was necessary for basic necessities and part of the expectations of living here. It wasn’t much of a burden, and in the case of some of them, entertaining. Taako had found a high fashion clothing shop and spent most of his time there, though he didn’t necessarily need to. Lucretia worked in a library, but Barry suspected that she spent most of her time there reading about the world for her own records. The rest of them found part time work in various shops, which allowed them time for their own personal activities. Like finding the Light.

Barry had taken up the endeavor himself this cycle, and as usual, Lup had volunteered herself as well. Luckily, they’d seen it falling this time around, so they had a direction to head in at least. And now that they’d gotten a detailed enough map of the area to search for it, they wanted to start as soon as possible. They hadn’t found it last cycle, and the IPRE had watched as the Hunger consumed the entire plane, growing bigger as it did. Given the resources they had, Barry had a feeling it wouldn’t be too difficult to find this time, so he wasn’t that concerned. His biggest concern was just making it through the year.

And maybe it was a silly thing to worry about. As far as he could tell, this place wasn’t all that dangerous. There were functioning societies, safe living conditions, and nothing that wanted to hunt them down. It’s just that the people here were….

“Judgemental’s a good word for it,” Barry agreed, watching as Lup circled an area on the map.

“My point is that people here are weird. And if you get snubbed, its nothing to do with you, its just them.” She looked up from her map again. “Personally, I think you’re pretty great, jeans and all. Wouldn’t change a single thing.” She winked.

He felt his cheeks turn red, and bent down to pretend to study the map in an attempt to hide it. “Gee, thanks,” he mumbled.

He didn’t do a good job of it. “Nerd,” she grinned.

The urge to say something cheesy and embarrassing was strong, but fortunately he was saved by a shouted greeting from Taako from behind him. Barry turned to find both the elf and a smartly dressed man he didn’t recognize approaching them.

“Playing hooky, Taako?” Lup asked her brother.

“Hell no, who’d play hooky from heaven itself? Nah, me and Flynn are just on break. He’s showing me the best place to eat lunch. The soup’s to die for, apparently.”

“Bring me back some, then.”

“Only if I don’t eat it all.”

Lup made a face, then turned to Flynn and smiled. “I’m Lup.”

Barry held up a hand. “Barry.”

Flynn’s eyes briefly slid to him before focusing on Lup. He smiled at her. “Nice to meet you.”

Barry couldn’t tell if he was mishearing the emphasis or not, but chose to believe it was in his head.

“Well, we’re off to have this life changing soup,” Taako announced with much emphasis that Barry did not make up as he turned to leave. “See ya, suckers.”

Barry watched Flynn as he turned and trailed after Taako, then turned back to the map on the table. “So we mostly have a plan of attack here. I think we should pack a backpack to get us through maybe a day or two, and we can set out tomorrow. And maybe Davenport will let us take the Starblaster at some point if we need to go super far, but we’ll play it by ear.” He turned to Lup. “Shit, all that talk about soup is making me hungry.”

Lup didn’t respond, and in fact gave no indication she heard him at all. She stared off in the direction that Taako and Flynn had gone.

“You there, Lup?” he asked, confused.

At the sound of her name, she turned towards him quickly. “What? Oh yeah.” She gave him a light punch in the arm. “Soup, I hear you!”

Day after day spent trekking further south from the main city, and Barry and Lup had nothing to show for it but tired feet and questions that they could answer if they only had time to stop and experiment with the world around them. No trace of the Light, but now they knew where it definitely wasn’t, so neither of them could really write off the month as a waste. Not that Barry could ever consider time spent with Lup a waste anyway.

With no sign of their prize anywhere, they decided to head back to civilization to regroup and gather more supplies before heading back out again. As they entered the city, they spotted Davenport walking through the square.

“Hey Cap’n Port!” Lup called.

Davenport turned at the nickname, and immediately looked relieved to see them. “You’re alive, I see. No luck, huh?”

“Not yet, but we think that based off the Light’s trajectory when it fell, we just have to adjust our course a little,” Barry reported. “According to the map we have, its in the direction of the other city.”

“Sounds like a good place to start. Be sure to rest up a day or two before you go. I’ll see you two in a bit, I’m off to find Lucretia,” Davenport said, giving them a small wave.

Lup saluted him. “Bye, Cap’n Port.” She then turned to Barry. “Let’s stop by and see Taako. Gonna beg him to make some food for us to take.”

“Sounds good.”

As they made their way to the shop, Barry quietly watched the passerby going about their business, feeling the judgment emanating from them. He’d forgotten about it over the past month away from them, but he’d try not to let it get to him while he was here.

“Afternoon, Lup,” came an unfamiliar voice.

They both turned to find an only vaguely familiar face as a tall, well dressed man came walking towards them. Barry remembered meeting him, but couldn’t for the life of him remember-

“Flynn!” Lup exclaimed with an incredible amount of enthusiasm. She then winced slightly, seemingly embarrassed about it.

At least she could remember the guy.

“Haven’t seen you around in a while,” Flynn said.

“We’ve been looking for the Light,” Barry told him.

Flynn glanced at Barry briefly, then looked away. “Ah, Taako mentioned something like that.”

“Do you know if he’s at work?” Lup asked, noticeably quieter now.

“Yes, he is, and I was on my way back there now. I’ll walk with you.”

As the three continued on their way, Barry fell silent as Lup and Flynn talked, feeling awkward. He didn’t see a point in speaking up, as anything he said might be ignored by the latter. Might as well spare himself the effort. When they reached the shop door, Lup turned to Barry.

“Coming in?”

“Nah, I don’t go into clothing shops I can’t buy dad jeans in,” Barry joked.

Lup laughed, and then reached up to pat his head. “That’s cute, good one,” she giggled.

Barry blushed slightly, and Lup laughed again as she headed inside. He smoothed his hair back down as he watched her go. The sound of a scoff behind him reminded him that Flynn was still standing there, and the smile he didn’t know he was wearing faded away.

The man was slightly taller than him, and he stared down to look directly at him now. Scrutinizing, Barry could tell. Like everyone else in this city, he was good looking in an other-worldly sort of way, but it didn’t seem like he’d had enhancements to make himself look like that. He looked like he might be friendly person, if he wanted to be.

He looked Barry up and down once, then smirked in a decidedly unfriendly way. “Yeah right,” he snorted.

Barry watched, confused and uncomfortable, as he opened the door and followed Lup inside.

Against the urging of Flynn, who said it was “absolutely awful” there, Barry and Lup travelled in the direction of the other city, where those who had been deemed not worthy of living in the main city lived. Both of them were apprehensive, but upon their arrival, they found that, despite looking a little more run down there, everyone was perfectly nice and welcoming. Barry tried not to take it to heart that their worst crime was looking as plain as himself and put his efforts toward searching for the Light.

After a few weeks of searching and asking around, they got a lead that someone on the outskirts of town had possession of an object that sounded like what they were looking for. They followed the directions of the townsfolk to a crumbling little house and found an older woman there, who gladly showed them that she did, indeed, have the Light. She was unwilling to hand it over for free, however, claiming she’d “found the funny thing fair and square, kids,”, but she was willing to hand it over if they worked for it.

With no other option, Barry and Lup spent a few more weeks helping the woman, Myra, fix and clean up her house. Neither complained and they found it fun at times, although Lup occasionally seemed to stress over it.

“We really need that Light, Barry. We need to get it back.”

Barry thought that was obvious and unsure why it needed restating, but he continually assured her they’d have it soon and be back with the rest of the IPRE. They had plenty of time left in the year, after all, and the Light was practically theirs already.

True to her word, Myra, with a safer and more livable house, handed over the Light, and sent the two on their way. Barry and Lup returned to the Starblaster late one evening, and Magnus rushed them both, blubbering and thanking them profusely for “not being dead”.

After untangling himself from Magnus’s bear hug, Barry, exhausted, brought the Light to Davenport for safe keeping, and then made his way back outside the ship to look for Lup. He found Taako hanging out by the entrance instead.

“Barold,” Taako said, drawing out the end of the name.

“Taako,” Barry replied, nodding. “Nice…hat?”

“What, this thing?” Taako adjusted the hat slightly. “Got it at the shop. Someone requested this thing specially made, and then had the gall to say they didn’t like it. But their loss is Taako’s gain. It’s beautiful.”

Barry stared up at it. The bottom of it expanded a few inches passed Taako’s head, and the top of the hat probably reached a foot taller than the elf did, the tip of it bending sharply down.

“It’s very…” Tall? Pointy? Purple? “You,” he finally decided.

“Thank you!” Taako smiled, pleased, then pointed at him. “You looking for Lup?”

“Yeah, actually.”

“I saw her go off with Flynn somewhere.”

“What? He was here?” Barry asked, surprised.

“Sure was,” Taako replied, already sounding mentally checked out of the conversation.

“Is he-I mean, will she um…come back?”

“Well yeah.” Taako turned and stared at him blankly. “Eventually.”

Barry decided not to wait up and head to bed instead, feeling vaguely uneasy for no particular reason.

The next morning at breakfast, Barry saw Lup walk in. Taako waggled his eyebrows at her, and Lup gave him a shove. She made a face at him, then grabbed a plate and sat down across from Barry.

“We gonna science the shit out of the Light today?” she asked.

Barry attempted to shake off the uneasy feeling in his chest. He smiled, but wasn’t sure if it looked right. “Definitely,” he managed anyway.

The IPRE couldn’t bank on much, but one thing they could say for certain was how much time they had. All of them knew at any given moment how many more months were left, how many days they had to get through, and if they were feeling really precise, how many minutes had to pass before the Hunger came to chase them off to a new world. The other guarantee was the seven of them. After eleven years together, they knew that they were the only permanent relationships they could have, and they knew how to work together and rely on each other.

This of course did not mean they didn’t form connections with the creatures they met, and it made it all the more important to find the Light to save them. They found it impossible to go through life never forming relationships with new people, so they allowed themselves to do so, knowing that there was an impermanence to those relationships. No matter what the type.

Davenport had once or twice gone for tea with a very pretty gnome a few cycles ago, and had come back much bubblier than his usual serious self. Merle had been awfully popular back in the second cycle with the dwarves, Barry remembered, but no one knew any details and definitely didn’t want to ask. Barry knew that Lup had not been the first of them to find a little more than a friendship with someone from one of the different worlds. It just had never been Lup.

And nothing really changed. She was still around, and they still talked and laughed and worked together. It wasn’t like Flynn hung around them, but Barry suspected that he had no desire to be anywhere that Barry was. On occasion though, Lup would be absent, and Barry would work by himself while he tried to shake off the uncomfortable melancholy that seemed to tighten his chest. Still, he had a job to do, and he wasn’t going to sit around and mope just because Lup had a life.

“Barold, buddy, why the long face?”

At least, he tried not to.

“I’m fine, Magnus.”

Magnus sat down across from him, resting his chin in his hands as he studied him. “You sure, man?”

“Yeah, just taking a break. What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, but I��m skipping out. Got someone to cover for me.” Magnus leaned back in his seat. “I’m sort of tired of it,” he added.

“What, work?” Barry asked with a chuckle.

“Nah, this place.”

Well that made two of them. “Why’s that?”

“Everything’s like, so clean here. There’s not a spec of dirt on anyone. It’s so weird.”

That would be something that bothered Magnus, who liked working with his hands. Who didn’t need everything to be so damn pretty and perfect. “That’s fair.”

“Also if some guy looks down his nose at me one more time today I might slug him. Or challenge him to arm wrestle me.”

Barry laughed loudly. “Do you think that would work?”

Magnus put one elbow out in front of him and opened his hand toward Barry. “Do you want to arm wrestle me?”

“No thank you,” Barry said, chuckling nervously. “The only possible outcome would be pretty embarrassing.”

Magnus folded his arms and leaned back in his chair again, looking slightly smug. “Yeah, I think it probably would.”

“It all looks good to me. I checked out the Starblaster pretty thoroughly a couple times now, and we should have no problems taking off in a couple weeks when the Hunger comes.”

“You rock, Cap’n Port!” Lup cheered.

“Oh, well I’m…thank you.” Davenport averted his gaze, looking slightly embarrassed by Lup’s enthusiasm. He cleared his throat. “Anyway, continue to go about your lives for the next few weeks, and try not to do anything...life threatening.”

“Hey, I’ve stayed alive so far!” Merle argued, gesturing to himself for emphasis.

“I wasn’t calling out anyone in particular,” Davenport replied innocently.

“To be fair, Merle,” Lucretia chimed in, “you do have a bad track record.”

“And there’s still a few weeks left, so who knows what could happen,” Magnus chuckled. “Hey, do you need a bodyguard?”

“No, I don’t need a bodyguard,” Merle retorted with a pout.

“Just everyone be careful, please,” Davenport sighed, dismissing them.

Poor Merle; five deaths in eleven cycles was quite a feat. He really should be more careful.

“I think he should take Magnus up on that offer,” Lup interrupted his thoughts, sidling up to him with Taako in tow. “Sounds bad ass.”

“Yeah, it might do him some good,” Barry agreed with a chuckle. Then he sobered. “There has to be some sort of consequence to this whole dying and coming back to life business.”

Taako rested an arm on Lup’s shoulder, leaning into her. “Other than the dying part?”

“Well, I mean…maybe,” Barry said.

“I guess it’s the suffering those of us that are left behind must endure in your absence,” Taako replied dramatically. “Speaking of leaving behind, is there anyone you’ll miss in particular here, Lup?” he asked his sister teasingly.

Barry suddenly wished he was anywhere else but here being a part of this conversation, the familiar unpleasant feeling flaring up in his chest.

Lup shoved him lightly off her shoulder. “No, not really.”

“Not even a certain gentleman, Mr. What’s-His-Handsome-Face?”

She studied her fingernails nonchalantly. “You mean Flynn? Nope. Stopped hanging out with him. He did something I didn’t like.”

Taako’s face quickly morphed from playful to dangerous. “Should I go kill him?”

“Chill out, don’t go wasting a spell. He didn’t do anything, he just said something about somebody I care about.” She made a fist with the hand she was studying. “But I showed him what for.”

“You punched him?” Barry blurted, slightly too loud, suddenly interested.

“A little,” she confessed. “But that’s the thing.” She turned to Barry suddenly, the intensity of her expression demanding his attention. “No one gets to say something bad about the people I care about.”

Taako whistled. “God, what a bad ass, you’re so scary.”

He was clearly joking, but Barry agreed with the sentiment wholeheartedly anyway. He’d thought it since day one, although those feelings had morphed into more of an admiration than anything else. It also helped that he knew one simple truth about his friend.

She’s on my side he thought as Lup smiled at him.

Barry stood outside the Starblaster, watching the sky with the rest of the crew. They’d take off as soon as they spotted the Hunger. It was always anxiety inducing waiting for the dark tendrils to appear, but it made it slightly awkward that they had some doubting onlookers this time around.

“And you just happen to know that this hungry thing is going to come any moment now, is that right?” Delman asked, flanked by a few higher ups of the city.

Davenport sighed. “The Hunger, yes. As we’ve said countless times before, it’ll come. Thankfully, we have the Light and are taking it with us, so it’ll chase us down, but it might cause some problems for you here, so I do urge you to get somewhere safe. You do have time.”

“Doesn’t seem all that necessary.”

“Why are you out here, then?”

“You all look rather ridiculous,” Delman laughed. His friends followed suit.

Barry was alright with the year being up.

“Where are Lup and Taako?” asked Magnus beside him.

That was another cause to his anxiety. “Lup said she was going with Taako to his shop so that ‘he could say goodbye,’” Barry told him. At least it was only a few minutes away from the ship.

“That guy’s not right,” Magnus said.

Hard to argue with that. Barry fell silent and fell back into watching both the sky and the distance for his friends to return.

Thankfully, the latter came first, as he saw both Lup and Taako sprinting towards the ship. Lup slowed as she approached, but Taako ran right by him and through the Starblaster’s door.

He poked his head out. “I’ll be here if anyone needs me!”

Magnus shook his head. “Not right,” he repeated as he turned and headed into the ship himself. Lucretia and Merle followed suit.

Barry turned back around to find Lup standing in front of him now, hands held behind her back.

“Did Taako pay his respects?” he asked.

“Hugged every last one of those gorgeous shirts,” she replied. “He’s keeping that hat though.”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”

“Me neither. Speaking of keeping, I actually got you something,” she added.

She pulled her hands from behind her back, producing a dark blue piece of folded clothing. “So I saw this suit and thought of you. I mean you wear jeans exclusively and that’s awesome, but maybe one of these days you’ll have something you desperately need a suit for, and I figured you should have one. If you need it. Or it can hang in your closet. Doesn’t matter, I just want you to—”

“Lup,” Barry interrupted quietly, stopping her rambling.

“Yeah?” she asked hesitantly.

“Thank you. It’s great. I’ll definitely find a reason to wear it someday,” he promised, feeling a little choked up for no reason.

She was quiet for a moment, then punched him in the arm, a little harder than normal. “You better. I bought it for you. Well, bought’s a strong word.”

Barry winced as he rubbed his arm. “What do you mean?”

A distant shout caught both of their attention, and they turned to see Flynn running towards them.

“I actually kind of stole it and he may have seen me do it.”

Barry laughed despite himself. “Oh my god. You should probably…”

“Yep, see ya!” She turned and ran back into the ship, carrying the suit.

Barry watched her go, then turned towards the approaching Flynn, who slowed his stride panting heavily. Davenport looked toward Barry with concern, but Barry waved him off, and the captain continued to watch the sky.

“Morning Flynn,” Barry said when the man was in hearing distance.

“Did Lup just go into that hunk of junk with a suit?” the man asked irritably, ignoring the greeting.

“I don’t know, she’s really fast,” he told him, unable to stop the smile that spread onto his face.

Flynn held a hand to his forehead, exasperated. “Whatever, I can’t be bothered with one suit. It wasn’t expensive or nice anyway, not a huge loss.”

“Sure,” Barry replied innocently. “Seemed nice though. You know, from what I saw,” he added when the man gave him a look.

Flynn continued to stare for a moment, saying nothing. Then he shook his head. “I really don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“You. Her. Have you seen her?”

“Almost every day for eleven years. What’s your point?” Barry asked, a little irritated now.

“My point is that you and her do not make sense.”

Barry sighed, trying to be civil. “Well, it’s been just the seven of us all this time. I sort of doubt we’d be friends in any other life, but I can’t imagine anything else at this point.”

“Friends,” Flynn echoed, smiling disbelievingly.

“Yes, friends!” Barry shot back too loudly, over it. “I don’t understand your confusion.”

“No, I suppose you wouldn’t,” he laughed. “But I think I now understand yours.”

“What does—”

“Time to go, Barry!” Davenport suddenly shouted.

Barry looked down. He hadn’t noticed how the world looked desaturated until now.

“Shit, what the hell is that?” Flynn asked, panicked, looking up at the sky.

“That’s what me and my friends saved your ass from. You’re welcome,” Barry replied. He found he sincerely meant it. “You have a few minutes, so get yourself somewhere safe. Hopefully there won’t be too much damage down here,” he added, backing up.

Flynn turned and ran, as did Delman and the others, and Barry and Davenport did the same, back into the Starblaster. Davenport headed for the wheel.

“I’d say buckle up, but it doesn’t matter that much!” Davenport called back to them. “Just hold on to something!”

Barry grabbed the bar next to the window and closed his eyes, breathing deeply and trusting that their captain would fly them safely out like always.

“Do I need to go back down there and kick his ass?”

Barry opened his eyes to see Lup in front of him. He smiled at her, the mounting fear he felt dissipating a little. She looked actually willing to do it.

“No, I don’t think he deserves that and the Hunger.”

“He’ll be fine,” she said.

“I think so.”

They both fell silent, concentrating on not being thrown around by Davenport’s maneuvers. The anxiety and fear gripped his heart once more, so he turned to Lup again.

“Lup.”

“Yeah?”

He breathed in deeply, steadying himself. “Thanks for the suit.”

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Shadowhunters Short Story #13.

“What do you think? Is it ready?” Aline softly asks her wife, slipping her arm around Helen’s waist as they look around the small and newly decorated room in their home in Wrangle Island. In the far corner, under the window is a crib with white sheets and a few stuffed toys. Engraved in the headboard of the crib are the family symbols of Blackthorn and Pennhallow. Next to the crib is a beautiful oak changing stations with soft white padding. Beside that is an old fashioned rocking chair with a few blankets on the back of the chair and two cushions on the seat. There was a chest of draws pushed up against the teal blue wall, next to the door, with a framed photograph of Helen and Aline on their wedding day, on top. The chest of drawers was full of tiny outfits, socks, hats, blankets and cloths. The walls were adorned with pictures of Helen and Aline’s family and brightly colored paintings that once hung in Tavvy’s nursery. Everything was perfect.

“It’s absolutely perfect, and will be even more so once she arrives.” Helen says, her tone full of joy, as she leans into her wife.

Two years ago, Helen and Aline decided that they wanted to grow their family and become parents. They had thought about it for a while before deciding on adoption. They faced a lot of discrimination for being a gay couple and there was many days and nights spent weeping and sobbing after being rejected or discriminated against, there were a few times were they almost threw in the towel and accepted they were never going to be parents. But just as they were officially about to give up, they met a young expectant mother named Francesca, she was a Shadowhunter in her early 20s who was born and raised in Italy, when she turned 18 she decided to travel to different institutes to train, she was in Spain first for a few years, then Russia, then Thailand and most recently New York where Helen and Aline had met her while visiting Magnus and Alec. Francesca had gotten pregnant as a result of a failed relationship. She was not ready to be a mother, she was still so young and not ready to settle down and raise a baby, so she decided to place the baby for adoption. When she met Helen and Aline the three of them just clicked and became very close. It didn’t take long for her to choose them as her baby’s parents. Helen and Aline had wept with joy and couldn’t thank her enough. A month later they announced the news to their family and friends who were thrilled for them. The three women soon settled on an open adoption, where Francesca would receive letters containing pictures and information about the baby and would be welcome to see her at any time. At Francesca's request, the baby would grow up calling her ‘Aunt Francesca, but they also all decided that the baby would know she was adopted from the get go, they would be extremely open and honest about it with her.

Now Francesca was 9 months pregnant and due any day. Helen and Aline had been given permission by Jia to return to New York for the birth of their child. The Cold Peace was still in place but not as harshly as before, there were a lot of people working on lifting Helen and Aline’s exile and they were becoming very close to doing so.

Two days later just as Helen and Aline are about to go to bed, they receive a fire letter from Francesca telling them she was in labor and they need to come to New York soon because the baby is coming very fast. Francesca had decided to deliver the baby in the infirmary of the New York Institute with a Clave midwife delivering the baby.

Helen and Aline spent a good ten minutes rushing around, getting dressed, finding bags, doing last minute packing, etc. By the time they stepped through the portal Catarina had created for them, their daughter had already been born. Catarina- who had been helping out with the birth- guided them into the room where Francesca and the baby were.

Francesca was sitting up in bed, supported by a pile of pillows, her dark hair damp with sweat was drawn up into a bun on the top of her head, but most noticeable was the little bundle of blankets in her arms with tufts of dark brown hair.

Helen grabs her wife’s hand as she sees her daughter for the first time, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. She itched to hold her but didn’t want to intrude on Francesca's few moments with her.

Sensing their presence, the younger girl looks up and smiles tiredly at them.

“Oh we don’t want to interrupt, we can come back later if you’d like some more time with her.” Helen hurriedly says, tripping over herself to not offend Francesca in anyway, in fear of her changing her mind about the adoption, since it wouldn’t be official for another few days. Francesca shakes her head and quietly says

“No, it’s alright, I’ve had my time with her and now it’s yours, don’t feel obligated to stay with me, go somewhere private and bond with her.” She gently lowers the baby into Aline’s outstretched arms, before lowering herself onto her side, her back facing the new family, clearly she wanted to be alone. So Helen and Aline took their daughter into one of the spare rooms and sat on the edge of the bed, just gazing at her for a while.

“She is so perfect.” Helen softly says, tears of joy rolling down her face. She could hardly believe this little one was hers, that she would get to raise her and love her and teach her everything she knows, to be her mama.

“That she is.” Aline quietly says, kissing the baby’s little hand that was curled around her finger.

“I love you.” Helen says, leaning in and kissing her beautiful wife.

“I love you too.” Aline gently says, softly brushing a lock of Helen’s blonde hair behind her ear.

After a few hours of cuddling with their daughter and basking in their new found joy, they decide to introduce their little girl to her aunts and uncles. They had chosen the baby’s godparent’s from their families, they had originally asked Ty to be her godfather but he couldn't understand why they were going to give her godparents when Shadowhunters believe in not just one religion but them all, and so he declined. So they asked Aline’s father Patrick, who was delighted to be asked, and they also asked Mark, who was extremely touched by the offer and immediately accepted. They had asked Dru to be the baby’s godmother and she was only too happy to accept, she was so excited to become an aunt and no doubt would be a wonderful help with her niece.

It takes 20 minutes to gather everyone (Meaning Julian, Emma, Ty, Kit, Dru, Tavvy, Mark, Cristina, Kieran and Diana) but once they do, everyone is eager to meet the newest addition and hear her name. Helen and Aline had kept their baby’s name a secret the entire pregnancy, the wanted to introduce her to her family by announcing her name.

Sitting on the sofa beside Ty, with Aline beside her and Kit beside Ty, Helen proudly introduces her daughter.

“Everyone, this is Arabella Livia Blackthorn-Pennhallow.” Everyone is silent following the announcement, unsure of how to react to little Arabella having her deceased aunt’s name as a middle name. Helen (and everyone else) still missed Livvy terribly, her heart still ached for her and she would give anything to have her back. She felt it was the right thing to do, honoring her sister by naming her daughter after her, Livvy would be so happy and would adore her niece, she would have been a wonderful aunt.

“Ty, we want you to hold her first.” Helen gently says, turning to her little brother. It really didn’t seem long ago that he was as small as Arabella. Helen had prepared for an argument with her brother, she had expected him to reject the baby and refuse to hold her. But instead he wordlessly holds his arms out for the baby. Helen places the baby in his arms and help’s him support her head, before sitting back and watching him interact with her. Little Arabella was reaching up to tug on the wire of her uncle’s headphones around his neck, but luckily she wasn’t able to grasp them yet. Instead she settles for reaching up and patting Ty’s face. Helen expected Ty to get annoyed and flustered and hand Arabella back, and although her patting did seem to bother him, he didn’t try and hand her back or make her stop.

“I think Livvy would really have loved her.” Ty quietly says, his dark head still bent down as he looked at his niece. Smiling softly at her little brother, Helen gently says “I think so too Ty, that’s we named her Arabella Livia.”

“I miss her.” Ty quietly says. Livvy’s death had been the hardest on her twin brother, if Ty didn’t have Kit, Helen wasn’t sure he’d have been okay after Livvy died. Kit was an amazing friend (or perhaps more judging on their behavior recently) for Ty, who he could lean on and get support from.

“Me too bud, me too.” Helen softly says, gently squeezing her baby brother’s hand.

Things would never be the same without Livvy, everyone would always miss her beyond words, her death would always have a massive impact on the Blackthorn family. It had been two years since she passed and now little Arabella was here perhaps everyone could learn to love again and hope again, and move on with their lives, just as Livia would have wanted.

#the dark artifices #Helen Blackthorn #aline penhallow #helaine #adoption #Ty Blackthorn #kit herondale #Livvy Blackthorn #mark blackthorn #dru blackthorn #Patrick Pennhallow #shadowhunters #cassandra clare

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spenceraugust · 3 years

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TAZNC Day 4

@taznovembercelebration

Selected prompt is italicized: Bookstore, Fall walk

See the month’s prompt list: https://bit.ly/2TUfDLC

Read it on AO3: https://bit.ly/38cjqMO

“Um, excuse me, sir?” Taako glanced up from his magazine to look over the counter, but there was no one there. Whatever, even if he technically was a co-owner, income wasn't really a big deal. He was modeling part time and in fashion school the rest of it, so the book store could rot for all he cared.

But Lucretia would have his head if he was the reason the family business failed, so he showed up on-time (ish) and ignored his cousin Magnus's complaints about being late to go walk Petal, Grandpa Merle's therapy dog.

"Sir? Hello?" The small voice came again.

"Kids section is on the left, just past the graphic novels. We have everything from Dr. Suess to basic chaptered books and books that go level by level." Taako glanced up from his magazine just long enough to grab his pen and scribble down some notes before flipping the page. "Now scram. I'm busy kid."

"I'm looking for a copy of House of Leaves- It said you had a copy in your stock on your website. Is that correct?" The boy seemingly found footing on the front of the counter and hauled himself up, head peeking over the top.

Taako blinked twice. "Uh, pumpkin, I think you've got the wrong book. Are you looking for the felt jungle book with the little hut on the front?"

"No, I mean the one by Mark Danieleweski. You have it in stock, right?" He readjusted his glasses with one hand, the other still gripping tight into the wood of the counter.

"It's a little advanced for you. You should pick something more your age- the diary of a wimpy kids are really popular, and a new one just came out," Taako gestured to the display.

"With all due respect, sir, those books are for babies-"

"Angus?" A man with dreads who had just entered the store beelined for the counter. "Is everything okay?" And then, he glanced up and his eyes met Taako's, and he smiled. "Oh, hey. Good to see you- how are things?"

"Uh, fine, I guess- look, your kid wants a book that's way out of his skill range. I know adults who couldn't finish it," Taako turned to the handsome man instead. Surely he'd be more reasonable than his son.

"Oh, you know how he is," Kravitz laughed a little. "I'm sure it won't be an issue. Hell, he'll probably have it done by the end of the week. If it's in stock, we'll take it."

"Look, if we only have one in stock, I don't want to sell it to some kid who's only going to read four pages and drop it," Taako frowned, admitting defeat and pushing his magazine aside. "It's a popular read, and it'll be bad for our Yelp reviews."

"What are you- this is Angus we're talking about," the dad's face turned from pleasant to confused to upset. "He read the Iliad in two days and the Odyssey in an afternoon. He read war and peace in under a week and complained that it was boring, and that it was too simple- come on, you know him."

"I don't actually- I've never met your kid. And what am I supposed to tell people when they come in- that some five year old snagged it first?" Taako asked.

"You've been selling him books for weeks- you were the one who sold him Pride and Prejudice last Thursday." The man gestured to his son in exasperation. "You really don't remember?"

"Nope, sorry homie," he said. "But regardless of that, I'm not selling your kid this six hundred page book."

"Fine," the man said, getting more irritated by the minute. "Then I'll buy it. Is that more comfortable for you to tell your customers?"

"Yeah, sure," Taako yawned, grabbing the last book from the store room and scanning it. "Sixty-five fifty-four, how would you like to pay?"

And, with a gaze that looked a lot like premeditated murder, the man squeezed his son's hand and grumbled "Credit."

"It was just weird, I don't know why he avoided me like that," Lup frowned, staring down at her pasta. "We always grab coffee together on Mondays and catchup on what happened on the weekend. But he seemed pretty mad at me."

"Yeah, I don't know hun. Did you try and talk to him about it?" Barry asked.

Taako took another bite of his food. As much as he liked living with his sister and brother-in-law, it had it's downfalls- like lab talk at the dinner table."

"All he said was that I hurt Angus' feelings, which doesn't make sense, because I really thought we hit it off? Kravitz had mentioned bringing him to Magnus' barbecue, since he couldn't find a sitter, and the kid seemed really excited." She frowned. "Like, he really wanted to meet Maggie's rescues, and I haven't seen him since he last came into the shop, so I don't know what I could have done."

"Did you try and apologize for whatever upset them?" Barry sipped his water thoughtfully.

"Yeah- I apologized if I had done anything out of line, said that I never meant to offend and that if he was willing to help me correct my mistake I would in a heartbeat, but he wasn't interested. He just said 'maybe another time' and headed back to the report section." She sighed. "I really feel like I messed this up, and I don't even know what I did."

"Hey, if he's being an ass then fuck him." Taako nudged her with his foot. "You've already got one shitty job at the bookstore where you deal with shitty people- you don't need to deal with shitty people at the job you like too."

"Yeah, I guess- he's just a good friend," She frowned. "And his kid rocks- I feel bad that I hurt his feelings."

"Hey, speaking of kids, want to hear about this weirdo family that came into the shop on my shift last week?" Taako changed the subject. "Really fucking odd. This guy bought his kid House of Leaves. The kid was like eight, and I told him like five times that it was too mature for him, and the dad nearly lost it."

Lup and Barey exchanged a very slow, very deliberate look.

"Taako," Lup said slowly, "babes, it's imperative that you listen to me and answer this as best as you can- what did the dad look like?"

"Uh, dark hair- box braids? And like, a little bit of stubble…" Taako wracked his brain. "Uh, an inch or two taller than we are."

"Was he your type? Did you think he was hot?"

"Uh… yes?"

"Fuuuck," she groaned. "No wonder he's pissed at me! I better call him."

"Wait," Taako stopped her with a grin. "I have a better idea."

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"I don't know, dad," Angus frowned, tugging gently at their joined hands. "I know Mrs. Lup is a good friend of yours, but I'm just not super comfortable with going back."

"She said she really wants to make it up to you, dear," Kravitz pulled his boy to a less busy patch of side walk and kneeled so they could be eye to eye. "She's made you a little basket of books to take home and said you could grab anything on the house- don't look at me like that, I checked and made sure they're age appropriate for you. She promised to apologize too, and she told me that there's a good reason for the mix up. And- and if there isn't, we can find a new bookstore, okay?" Kravitz squeezed his hand. “I think she was just having a rough day.”

“Okay,” Angus squeezed his father’s hand again. “But if she starts suggesting baby books again-”

“I won’t let her,” Kravitz promised, and he pushed the door open to the shop.

With the exception of an elderly couple in the adult section, the store was empty. Lup was kneeling in front of a book shelf close to the door, restocking. “Taako, bring four more copies of Shantaram when you’re done back there!”

“Now you’re just being mean!” A voice called back from the staff room, the door left ajar against a stool. Just in front of it, on the till counter, a magazine left abandoned.

“Hey, Lup,” Kravitz raised his hand in greeting. “Is there a second person working here right now? I’ve never seen that before.”

“Oh! Hey,” She dusted her hands off on her pants as she stood, smiling at them both. “Yeah, actually, he’s why I brought you guys in- I think things’ll make more sense once you meet my brother. Taako!” She called again.

“I’m coming! Jesus, hold your horses, woman!” He hissed, so Lup turned back towards the father and son.

“How was Pride and Prejudice, Angus? What did you think about Lydia and Wickham?”

“I- well, I didn’t really understand why they eloped, but it was certainly interesting- but that’s love, I guess-”

“Lu! Books are out!” Taako called, and Angus and Kravitz turned to see an identical twin pulling the stool from the door and flipping open the magazine.

“Thanks, ‘Ko!” She called back before turning back to their visitors. “So, um- I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding. The Voidfish is a family business, and- while I know I’ve mentioned that I had a twin brother, I guess I forgot to mention that we’re identical. He’s- Taako’s an asshat sometimes-” “Wow, thanks Lup-”

“But he really didn’t know who either of you were and was doing what he thought was best for the store,” Lup finished. “It was just a huge misunderstanding- Taako didn’t know who you were, but you thought you knew him. But he knows now, so it won’t happen again. Promise.”

“We also made cookies,” Taako added, “In the little basket Lup made up. She threw some classics in there- you like Margaret Atwood, kiddo? Her stuff isn’t my favourite, but it does make good kindling.” “I like Margaret Atwood,” Lup frowned, taking the basket that Taako lifted over the desk without looking away from his fashion magazine. “Also, she’s a cool lady.”

“Cool lady doesn’t mean good author, Lulu,” He replied, causing his sister to huff in frustration.

“Here, Angus- These are a couple of my favourites. Go ahead and pick something you’re interested in, okay? I want to talk to your dad.” She kneeled and passed it over. “It’s okay if you don’t like them, but I want a full book report next time you come by, okay? You better tell me everything that’s wrong with each of them.”

“Yes ma’am!” he grinned, taking off down the aisle.

“I’m sorry again about everything,” Lup looked to Kravitz. “He’s- he’s abrasive, I know, but it won’t happen again.”

“Lup, hey,” He cut her off with a hand on her shoulder, “it’s okay. We’re good.”

“Yeah?” Lup visibly relaxed.

“Yeah,” Kravitz’s eyes drifted to where Angus had placed a copy of a book on Taako’s counter and was chattering away (much to Taako’s chagrin). “Besides, as much as I like Jenkins, I need my lab partner back. I can only work with him for so long before I lose it.”

“Oh, thank god,” She sighed in relief. “I think Brian is great and all, but he has the worst lab etiquette of all time.”

“So we’re good?” Kravitz nudged her lightly.

“Yeah, we’re good,” She nudged him back. “And, hey, just before we wrap up this whole fight thing, would you ever date my brother?”

#long post #TAZNC #day four #bookstore au #The Adventure Zone #fanfic #ao3 #taakitz #taako #kravitz #angus mcdonald #Lup #barry #background blupjeans

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malec-murphys-sourskittles24 · 7 years

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Malec Headcanon: Insufficient

”So what do you say, love?”

Basically that was no complicated question, but when Alec narrowed his eyes while thinking about it, he could sense it again.

It did not happen often, yet still often enough for him to get worried. Not in an instant highly alarming, heart-attack-like way, it was more like an emotional sting, a mental pinch here and there. They might not be too strong, but like the physical ones did leave some kind of burn or bruise.

Sometimes it only was a a word, other times a picture Magnus showed him or a movie he made him watch. Alec could not completely figure out what exactly it was that caused said sentiments of discomfort, because it surely wasn‘t that Magnus did anything to purposefully make him feel the way he did. Perhaps it was the way he spoke about things Alec had never had much time to think about - because of having been busy with training, fighting, improving his skills, killing, saving and lately running the New York Institute.

Perhaps it was the immense knowledge that lay behind the High Warlock‘s words. The years, centuries of experience not only regarding life in general or the ups and downs of being a warlock or a leader as well, but with so many things that were alien to someone like Alec.

Magnus was passionate in a way Alec had never learned or understood before. He could delve into a book or a movie or a symphony, dive or sink deep into them, experiencing them, basicallyliving them in such an intense way it left the Shadowhunter speechless. And scared. Because no matter how much he soaked up everything Magnus told him, insignificant how he tried to embrace those things the same way his Warlock did, Alec occasionally felt the gap the lack of experience caused.

He felt safe when it came to work related stuff in special or the amount of responsibility as a leader in general. Things he knew. That were part of his everyday life. Which of course Magnus was, too, and so much more than that. Still - even though it was sweet that Magnus cared so much about Alec‘s opinion on basically everything, he sometimes wished the Warlock would not ask him about certain things like ‘What do you think of those mesmerizing shades of blue in the painting, Alexander? Is it too much of a contrast to my mahogany desk?‘ or ‘Alexander! Have you already tasted this specialty? How do you like the earthy taste of the Nebbiolo with its subtle cinnamonic hint?‘ Though when the question was that informative in itself it made things easier than trying to get his point of view regarding some old black and white art cinema movie Alec had already trouble making sense of the title of. In those moments part of his inner self squirmed, twisted his guts while he was wishing he could simply admit that he was unable to make much use of certain stuff. But as much as he was afraid Magnus might feel even slightly offended, he did not want the other one to think that he did not care. Because he did. He would go makeup shopping or listen to the most hideous music or a boring discourse about the pros and cons of the-Angel-knew-what if only it made Magnus happy.

In those moments Alec wondered if Magnus was just desperately trying to see something in him that he was not and right away he felt all clumsy and dumb and unworthy of the other one‘s attention. He knew the Warlock was older and much more experienced in every way, but Alec had come a long way from when 17000 (BY THE ANGEL!!) lovers had been his biggest concern in their beginning relationship. Now he feared that his callowness in all of those other things that were part of Magnus‘ everyday life and joy might make the Warlock wonder if getting involved with Alec might not have been the best idea.

“… Alexander?“ Magnus‘ warm voice broke into his thoughts.

“Erm …“, Alec hesitated, looking for a polite reply that hopefully would not cause his beloved cat-eyed boyfriend to think he was a hopeless case.

Magnus frowned. “You hate it.“

It was not question, but a statement and Alec finally sighed and nodded. There was no way he could credibly pretend to like that kind of architecture; he might be able to lie perfectly when it came to his job, but Magnus did not deserve that, he was too precious. For a minute he had been tempted to – out of politeness – pronounce the following in a more excited way, but it just came out as confused as the shadowhunter was: „It looks like a rollercoaster on top of a honeycomb with cream on top.“

Surely he had just insulted one of the top ten of famous architecture buildings and subsequently added to Magnus‘ wonder about if he could deal with such an unworldly dumbass, but seeing the Metropol Parasol on their short trip to the otherwise most beautiful Sevilla live had left him no choice.

“Why thank you!“ Magnus gasped and planted a soft kiss on the surprised Shadowhunter‘s lips.

“What for?“

“Oh, you know ...“ Magnus spread his arms in an indistinct gesture. „I recently had a huge discussion with an old friend of mine who claims to be such a jack of all trades when it comes to being modern and after that … like … let us say it contributed perfectly cruel to my feelings of being maybe a tad too old fashioned for this world sometimes.“ He must of caught Alec‘s frown and now feel the need to explain himself even further: „See, I grew up in times like Baroque and then Rokoko and Empire and so on, and sometimes, especially when it comes to any kind of design like clothes or architecture I feel like I am too old for those newfangled things.“ The following silence made Magnus frown and brought concern onto his face. „Alexander!“, he finally sighed, cast down his eyes and then almost shyly looked back up, searching for Alec‘s eyes. „Do you … do you ever feel like I am too old and boring for you?“

Alec furrowed his brows. “Does that make you feel uncomfortable and afraid?“ he finally asked, like so often unable to properly voice his worries and feelings.

Magnus took another deep, dramatic yet nonetheless honest breath and nodded downcast and the next moment Alec dragged him into a close embrace, then grabbed his lover‘s face and drew him into a deep, passionate kiss.

“I don‘t care“, he said as they stopped kissing for a moment. „I don‘t care what houses you like, which movies you watch, books you read, places you live in, clothes you wear … get me right, I like your loft and your tunikas and stuff I cannot even pronounce and the makeup and all of it and your opinions mean the world to me“, he felt the need to add to not cause any misunderstandings, „but … they do not necessarily all have to match mine because I know you are a good man and I just … I just love you, Magnus … for all that you are, all of it.“

The way his Warlock looked back at him touched something deep inside of Alec. He had always wondered what that certain ‚something‘ here was, but now was sure it was both his heart and soul. There was so much love, appreciation, thankfulness and understanding it felt like it made Alec‘s heart melt and when Magnus‘ lips touched his once more, as he drew his body into a close and warm and loving embrace, Alec felt a Mount-Everest-like-weight fall off his mind. He did not have to worry so much because Magnus loved him more than that intense way he embraced everything he cared about and those fears of being insufficient and the insecurities would get less and less and eventually go away.

(This turned out to be so much longer than planned.^^)

#malec #malec headcanon #alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec fanfic #shadowhunters fanfic #fanfiction #malec fluff #fluff #otp #shadowhunters otp

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darkdarkmydesire · 7 years

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I really hope it wasn't (just an experiment)

Chapter 3:

Magnus woke to the scent of coffee and an empty bed, rolling over he came face to face with a cup of the offending beverage and doughnuts on his bed side table. Tucked underneath the cup was a note, which he snatched out scowling. Magnus didn't know why he felt such strong irritation. Had Alec left in the night? That by no means explained the lukewarm coffee, or fluffy doughnuts, because as far as he was concerned, sustenance didn't just keep it self warm. Deciding to pursue the actions of a mature individual, Magnus flung the paper with tremendous disdain, despite there being no one other than the furniture to witness the action and stalked toward his bathroom. Ignoring the paper and his surging irritation. Magnus's eyes clung to the clock as he passed, 6:18. Despite the seemingly nice gesture, Magnus couldn't help but feel like a hooker. Who woke up before six on a sunday anyway? Alec had disappeared and left a note, all that was missing was the cash on his dresser. Granted Magnus hadn't been looking forward to the awkward morning, but he would've thought Alec would have some tact. Huffing in indignation at his tumultuous thoughts, Magnus made his way to the bathroom with renewed purpose. He'd deal with this after a shower.

Fifteen minutes later Magnus sat on his bed with damp hair and the crumpled remains of his fury. He read over Alec's note for the second time, guilt pricking fine holes in his demeanor.

Sorry I had to leave. I swear this isn't the walk of shame. I have work at 6, so I went home to change. Plus, I got you donougts to make up for it. They're from Nightgale, if you dont like them anymore I'll be sure to pay you back for the bad taste ;)

After the thorough examination, Magnus set down the note, feeling slightly wrecked. He reached for a doughnut. It was his favourite, a glazed wholewheat doughnut. Heart fluttering Magnus bit into the delectable treat. The memory that accompanied only succeeded in tearing down the rest of Magnus. He remembered the first time Alec had took him to the cozy diner, they had been dating. Magnus had taken one bite of the doughnut and declared it his usual haunt, since then him and Alec frequented the place everyday after school. Nightingale was at least a 25 minute walk from his place and Magnus firmly closed the door to the sect of his mind that whispered tantalizing notions: He woke up before 5 for you He did it for you. Alec still cares, still remembers. Still knows you despite the years and silences and changes. Barricading such thoughts, Magnus finished the first doughnut, started the second and drank the coffee till the last drop, despite it going cold. All the while ignoring bubbles of joy in his heart.

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It had been three days since Magnus and Alec had rendezvoused for the lack of a better word, however both went on with their lives tactically avoiding any mention of the night. There was not a wisp of ungainliness, nor any action to build up their friendship on it's dilapidated foundation. Though, regardless of recent events Alec couldn't help but feel a thrum of disappointment. Magnus, Raphael and Simon had gotten close with an exchange student called Ragnor Fell, especially Magnus. Alec tried to snuff out the envy as he saw them laughing in the corridors and conspiring in class. He had trouble shirking of the petulant chorus of: it should be me. Alec had his own acquaintances and friends. He also had no reservations of kindling their romance, but had thought Magnus would at least try to make up for three years of silence. Had thought that night would have meant more than just a release for Magnus. Had thought -

Swearing Alec yanked open his locker. He was acting imbecilic moron, standing here reminiscing of different outcomes and what if's. About how Magnus wouldn't give him the time of day. Disgusted at his own wallowing, Alec flung books into his bag with a vicious ferocity and a scowl to match.

"Someone's in a mood.", whistled Jace, leaning against the subsequent locker with a clanging thump.

" I'm fine.", Alec blew out, running a hand through his hair. He really was oozing an aura of pathetic, if Jace, who was as thick as his textbooks conjoined, could sense something amiss.

"I'm sure the abuse victim would disagree.", Jace snorted, arms crossed, a skeptical expression on his face.

Confused, Alec raised an eyebrow. He wasn't in the mood for Jace's unamusing jibes.

" The locker. Jjust because it has no nerves, doesn't make it acceptable to pummel the thing.", Jace mocked effectively cutting into Alec's irritation. The words echoed of a previous lecture Alec himself had given him. Breathing out a laugh, Alec felt the vice of strain loosen its grip.

"Jace, I caught you pulverising a postbox with a metal pole., just because you were aggravated. This situation is immensely different.", Alec reasoned closing his locker, although he used a noticeably lower amount of force.

"Right, whatever. Thank fuck you didn't see the five around the corner.", Jace muttered, uninterested in his own failings.

" What?", Alec asked, snapping his head towards Jace, " I swear to God, you better be joking.", he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. With Jace you never really could tell which hypothetical incident was a joke and which an anectode. All Alec knew was that each scenario was as outrageous as the next, if not more so.

"Of course I am.", Jace reassured, " Anyway, Izzy said to tell you, family dinner tonight. Don't forget.", he chirped. Jace never chirped, that was more of Simon's forte, so naturally Alec became suspicious. Adding more fuel to the fire, he couldn't help but think Jace's stride contained an additional vigor. Still unsure and somewhat defeated Alec made his way to AP calculus, perhaps he was overreacting, but in Jace's case even evacuation procedures would be basic protocol. Although, It was not as if he could do anything about the postboxes at this moment. He could offer to pay for them, however even Alec saw little merit in admitting vandalism to a government official's assistant. Hence, Alec simply went to class, turning his back on the memories that hung like ghastly cobwebs in the harsh lighting of the college corridor. Memories that would leave remnants of silk too fine, to perhaps ever remove.

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Only after Alec had sat down did he take note of the minority of students in attendance. Besides a curly haired girl who's fashion sense could rival Isabel's, Alec happened to be the only other individual present. She seemed to radiate a cloud of hostility, yet Alec found her to be intriguing, if not pleasant. The girl had been been a sagacious partner, the few times Alec had been paired with her. An intelligent figure who could hold an interesting conversation. "Staring at Maia? I though you were past the finding an efficacious beard phase", came Magnus's teasing voice, drawing Maia's attention as well as Alec's. Despite his easy tone Alec felt a twinge of shame, as he recalled how adamant he had been in hiding their previous relationship.

Unable to decide if it was truly a jab, Alec played it safe and brushed off Magnus, addressing Maia in his stead, " Sorry long day. I was just thinking that regardless of your intelligence and pleasant fashion sense, my sister and you are two humans best not acquainted. ". This compliment was delivered in the form of an observation, as if he was merely cataloging the number of lexis in his assignment. The lopsided grin and unassuming tenor of his comment, earned a soft laugh from Maia. Alec could be quiet charming without the pomp and swagger of the usual stereotypes encompassing the male population.

"You know, if anyone other than you said that, gay, or not. I would have shown him just how extended my vocabulary can be, but seeing as its you. Thanks.", she responded, her brown eyes shining with amusement. It seems Alec's comment had indirectly insulted Maia, because he recognised that particular brand of humour from Isabel's own reactions to varying "helpful" comments Alec had bestowed upon her.;

" I dont know if I should be honoured, or offended. The boys in this school aren't exactly...", he waved his hand in an elaborate gesture, as he trailed off.

Scoffing, Magnus cut in, " First of all darling, I am deeply offended, as I seem to be grouped with the 'boys in this school' category. ", as he took out his notebook. " Secondly, this.", he encompassed, waving his hand in a fashion similar to Alec's, "Is not an adjective.", he deadpanned reminding Alec of another time he had used that tone. A time he did not want to remember in a classroom, in front of other anthropoids generally.

Clearing his throat and willing his cheeks to cool, Alec answered, " Yeah, I know.", his voice coming out scratchier than he intended.

Magnus seemed to have caught the link and looked over with a sly grin, "I - ", he began.

" Okay class, seeing as you're always complaining about how tedious solving exercises are, I devised an activity away from the conventional teaching style for math.", announced Mr. Beamer, successfully cutting of Magnus and looking all too pleased with himself.

Alec, once again, wasn't sure if he was disappointed.

"I would like you to work with your desk partners and create a 3 - d model representing the following topics: Limits and Continuity, Derivatives and Rates of Change, or Integrals and Area, depending on which I assign you. I expect this handed in four weeks from now, with an oral presentation. This will be done in lieu of home work, with the exception of the daily practice questions, of course.", explained the teacher.

" Of course.", mumbled Magnus in annoyance.

"What?", questioned Alec perplexed, under his breath. Eyes still on the board, as to erase any chances of a repeat of the last lesson.

Magnus faced the younger man trying to discern his tone, only to find genuine anticipation on his face. " Of course.", Magnus whispered again, however this time he was significantly amused.

"It'll be an invigorating challenge.", shrugged Alec, noticing a strange expression flit across Magnus's face, before he covered it up with a haughty look.

" Invigorating.", he scoffed, "Who says that?", his tenor seem almost... endearing? But before Alec could question it, Magnus faced forward, concentrating intensely on Mr. Beamer's words.

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" So, after school, your place?", Magnus asked, as the students piled out. "Oh.", replied Alec surprised, " Um, it'll have to be after work, so 7:30?", he queried, expecting a refusal, as he packed away his supplies.

"Sure, I'll text you when I get there.", the older man answered, unfazed, " Number?". Taking in Alec's mildly shocked expression, he frowned. "What? You thought I was going to dump it on you?"

"Well no, I thought... because - you just, I mean. I assumed.", Alec struggled, unable to form a coherent sentence.

" Wow, Alec.", Magnus snapped, "Way to paint me the jerk.", swinging his bag over his shoulder violently.

" What do you expect me to think?", Alec asked vehemently, "You hook up with me, then dont even look my way twice.".

" Don't make this about that, Alec. Dont be so clingy.", Magnus spat.

Ignoring the way his heart clenched at those words, the younger man seethed, " I'm not making it about anything, Magnus. What is wrong with you? We were friends way before this bullshit. If anything, you're the one projecting.", gaining momentum, Alec plundered ahead.

"This isn't even about sex, its about how you seem to think 15 years of friendship isn't reason enough to even try to be civil. You dont want yo speak to me? Fine. But dont get offended, when I assume that's what you're going to keep doing.", Alec finished breathing heavily and pushed past Magnus. He had not felt fury like this in along time. So completely obliterating and wholly directed at one person, rage seemed to crackle from his very being, as Alec none to pointedly ignored the general school populous. Not looking back once, he stormed his way out of the building. Alec was sick of second guessing himself and around Magnus that's all he seemed to do.

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After work, Alec had come home to boxes of takeaway and bickering. Currently, sitting here, even as Izzy smacked Jace once again and as Jace exaggerated in his reaction, once again, Alec felt calm. This is what family dinners are supposed to be like, spending time with the ones who understood you, even if they weren't blood related, like Jace.

" If you ask me", said Jace out if the blue, " You give that Magnus guy too much leniency. ", he observed, leaning against the front if the sofa, as he sat on the floor with Alec sitting crossed leg, opposite him. Izzy mirroring his posture had token over the couch, " He was just a kid when Alec got kicked out. There's no need to blame him for what Dad did. ", reasoned Isabel. " And for the love of God, speak after you finish. Nobody needs to see that.", she exclaimed, nose wrinkling in disgust.

"I'm not blaming him, even though he is a jerk. I'm Just saying Alec should be careful.", pointed out Jace, purposefully chewing as loud as he could, baiting Isabel. Alec wondered at his audaciousness, no man would cross Isabel, not with the constant threat of sterility hanging above his head.

" That's rich coming from you.", Alec muttered, he was getting imensely annoyed at being the subject of the conversation, as if he was not present. "Also, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. The way you two are going, I'm surprised you don't suit me up in protective gear each time I step out.", Alec replied blandly.

"Exactly Jace and if they do find each other under the sheets, it'll be the matter of two consenting adults.", Isabel quipped, cackling at the glare Alec through in her direction.

" Isabel.", he warned.

"Oh no, Alexander Gideon Lightwood, dont try and deny it. Clary and I saw you dancing with him on Friday night,before you vanished.", taunted Jace from his spot on the floor, " Where, pray tell, did you go?".

"Home.", Alec deadpanned, " We took a cab together.". Beginning to collect the mess he carried on coolly, "Being over him, doesn't mean I'm blind Jace. He was a hot guy who asked me to dance and so I did."

Choosing to sideline Alec's condescending tone Jace rolled his eyes."Looky who grew up.", munched Jace around his food, causing Isabel to finally snap. It was an audible brittle crack.

"Jace, if you don't quit chewing like that. I will rip out your balls and stuff them down your throat.", she sniped sweetly, with all the venom of a mamba. The sugar coating on the words was overtly saturated, hence not the most enticing of delights. It was the tone Isabel reserved for those on death parole and Jace's reflecting expression conveyed as much, this was only to end in casualties and excessive bloodshed.

Stacking the boxes and blatantly ignoring the two, Alec addressed the only responsible one of the pair. " Izzy could you - ", he paused as the bell cut him off. Distractedly, he made his way to the door adjusting the various containers, so he wouldn't drop them. Arms full, but in no danger of dropping the cartons, he opened the door and came face to face with an uncertain looking Magnus. To say it shocked him was a highly exaggerated understatement.

" Um hey. I.. err. I came to apologize, for earlier that is ", admitted Magnus, his eyes seemed to search Alec's for any scraps on how to proceed.

" Oh.", Alec blinked dumbfounded, jarred into action by sound of Magnus's voice. Churlish as it may seem, Alec had not truly believed it to be Magnus, perhaps his obsessive thoughts had conjured up the illusion. "Okay, come inside.", he said gaining control, suddenly closed off.

The way Magnus had acted, had hurt. There was no way Alec would let him swindle his way through an apology. Needing a moment to collect himself, Alex left Magnus standing in the doorway, as he strode in. Throwing away the load in his arms acted as the perfect guise of being in control, he needed to be after his earlier outburst. No matter how deserved, Alec did not lose control like that. Although in conclusion of recent events, he had come to realise, nothing went the way it usually did when Magnus was involved. Try as he might Alec always gave into the urge of bickering back, flirting back. He wanted to push the thing that was Magnus and Alec, Alec and Magnus. He felt an inexplicable need to test the bond, tug at its tether.

" Sorry to cut this short, Izzy, Jace, but I need to get started on a project with Magnus.", Alec spoke nonchalantly, as if they hadn't been talking about him mere seconds ago. Alec didnt know exactly what he was doing, however he certainly appeared self assured, so it was not all in vain.

Jace opened his mouth, no doubt about to retort something witty and disastrous, but Alec's pointed look and Isabel's not so subtle jab had him keeping quiet.

"See you later, brother.", Isabel said, kissing Alec's cheek and ushering Jace out, paying no heed to his disgruntled protests. His best friend was admittedly not apt in making the best life choices. As the door clicked shut and a heavy silence threatened to smother Alec where he stood. Alec abandoned his vigil of the peeling wall paper in the right most corner of his living, turning to face the inevitable. Did he really think he could ignore Magnus after inviting him in? Common sense had indeed learned the procedure in case of an attack of Magnus's presence. Abandon all tasks and abort. Knowing he could delay no longer, Alec shifted, folding his arms in front of his chest, caging his emotions in, or Magnus's out. He wasn't sure of the difference anymore. Not knowing how to proceed, Alec simply waited, holding the gaze an abundantly tense Magnus.

" Look", he said, inhaling sharpy, as if their very friendship rested on his next words, which for all he knew it did, had it not been for Alec's incongruous need for all that was Magnus. "I was a shitcase, I shouldn't have called you clingy. You aren't. Even before that I shouldn't have ignored you.".

His words tumbled over one and another, a desperate apology, an intoxicating plea. Magnus breathed shakily, as Alec continued staring, face absent of any emotion. " After the club, I assumed things would be awkward. I was even prepared for it. But then it wasn't and I thought I was either extremely dense, or you we're ignoring that night.", Magnus continued, a bit hesitant at revealing his vulnerabilities, though he rapidly brushed away Alec's potential objections that crept in the furrow of his brow, the pursing of his lip, the tightening of his stance. "I know you weren't. I had just overthought the situation so much, it seemed like the logical outcome.".

" So there I was consumed by you, while you seemingly went on unaffected.", Magnus conceded, vulnerability creeping into his eyes.

This time Alec did interrupt, " I wasn't unaffected.", he said, frown deepening.

"Clearly", Magnus scoffed, recalling Alec's outburst earlier. Justified, but an outburst all the same.

" All I'm saying is, I'm not trying to make excuses. I didn't set out to hurt you.", he said , frustration present through the shaky hand he ran over his hair and down his face, as if he could wipe away the emotions he was feeling. He would do anything not to lose Alec, but as Magnus poured his heart out, Alec had stood there stoic. Giving no sign if he was succeeding in his efforts. Magnus was incredibly selfish, he had realised even after years of separation, he still wanted Alec as a friend. No matter how much, or how often he told himself that Alec was just another person he had come into contact with, ordinary, he could not believe that lie. There was nothing ordinary about Alexander Lightwood. Magnus's every sense was crowded with Alexander, from his hazel eyes, to raven black hair and pale throat. He had become an obsession, compulsion, Magnus's destuction.

"I know an apology isn't enough, but I'm sorry Alec.", he croaked, voice tainted with shame and a sliver of hope. Hope Alec could snuff with nothing more than a breath.

" Fine, I forgive you.", Alec relented.

"I'll make it up to you.", Magnus said softly, " I'll - . Wait, what?", he wheeled back back confused.

"You didn't think I was going to end our friendship based on one fight, did you?", smirked Alec. "Though you did deserve it.", he said honestly, dropping down on the sofa and flicking on the t.v. As much as Magnus's actions had severed Alec's heart, he knew that whatever pain they caused each other would be forgiven, if they could wield it to forge something stronger. However, never forgotten because an perpetual cycle of repetitive mistakes was not what Alec wanted, not what they both needed, but forgiven they could be.

It was Magnus's turn to stare nonplussed. If he hadn't been so relieved, he would have been furious. "I know.", he laughed quietly, after what seemed like an age, running his hands through his hair. " You are evil darling. My heart felt like it was going to give out, for all the hints you gave me.", he chuckled easing down next to Alec. Though the movement was tender and if you looked close enough, you could see past the veil of nonchalance. Underneath was a river of gratification and disbelief, running through Magnus minutely tense posture, as he inclined back. Through the tenuous upward curl of his lips. Through the flickers his amber orbs.

Clicking on a movie, Alec raised an eyebrow in question. "What about the project?", Magnus frowned, after all that was how this conflict came to be. Magnus was by no means the most dedicated individual, however he gave an adequate amount of significance to his educational pursuits.

Alec shrugged in response, " We have time.", he muttered, whilst burrowing deeper into the couch, causing an involuntary grin to sketch across Magnus's face. And, as the light flickered across Alec's features, illuminating his laughs and frowns, while he criticised the plot, Magnus blamed the speeding of his heart on the earlier fright. Convincing himself it had nothing to do with Alec's easy smiles and casual touches.

#Malec #fan fiction #i hope you enjoy #classandra claire

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ao3feed-malec · 7 years

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I Volunteer as Tribute

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2idTXdH

by elliot_the_wizard

Alec Lightwood's hero complex ad nearly gotten him killed before, but will it now when he put in an arena filled with killers? Magnus Bane has never though about a future that didn't involve his being a top shot fashion designer. To hell with training for the games. What are that chances he would be picked? - Or the Hunger Games AU that nobody asked for.

Words: 1377, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray, Simon Lewis, Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Wayland

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray/Jace Wayland

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, Alec volenteers, though not for max, thats too cliche, magnus doesnt volenteer, jace is scared of ducks, effie had terrible fashion sense, that offends magnus, I honest to goodness cant tag

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2idTXdH

#malec #magnus x alec

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fuukonomiko · 7 years

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"You are my new pillow" Magnus and Roboute

"You are my new pillow."

Did she just hear him say that?

It was a very, vague mumble.

From a man who was nowhere near conscious.

Salvia had very sharp hearing, however. Her augmentations made sure of that.

They say that a man's lips are loosest when he is intoxicated or unconscious, mostly because his mind is not being filtered by wakefulness.

And given that the Primarch was both...well....

He shifted his head that was laying on her lap. His short, cropped hair felt like little spikes against the single layer of cotton that was her clothing, grazing against her thighs.

It was beginning to give her goosebumps.

How she ended up in this conundrum...being in the most important office of all of Macragge, on a couch with an exhausted, somewhat intoxicated Primarch asleep on her lap....

She can almost hear her servo skull laughing at her dilemma. (The only way a servo skull would of course...)

It began earlier that night when she had been called out of her quarters by one of the Tech Priests. The Lord Commander was asking if she had a spare hour to help with the Vox system in his office.

She remembered looking at the laundry, the ironing, and the pile of spare parts and tools on her assembly desk.

He was a hard man to say "No I've got things to do" to.

So she ended up here.

Lord Guilliman's personal vox was making all sorts of odd noises. He had specifically asked for her to come have a look. She had disassembled the offending item in less time than in took for him to read the piles of paperwork before him and take a few sips of a vile-smelling concoction from a wineglass on his desk.

"Does it need new parts?" he had asked, leaning a little too close over her shoulder, allowing her a whiff of his aftershave.

She swallowed, ignoring the effect of his proximity on her. "It appears the wirings are shorted, my Lord." she turned to speak to him but avoiding direct eye contact. "I suspect some liquid may have spilt in it."

From the smell of it, it would appear to have had a large amount of coffee had splashed inside the unit.

"I'm going to have to replace a number of components." she was about to stand up and take leave when she felt his fingers tug gently at the sleeve of her dress.

"It can wait." he said. "If you don't mind keeping me company for a little while?"

Once again she found herself unable to turn him down.

Not that she was averse to it of course. Truth be told her heart performed a few somersaults in her chest when he asked her to stay.

It was late. It was a weekend. Roboute Guilliman should be having fun somewhere, unwinding, taking a break.

But he wasn't. Far from it actually. He was in his office. Burning the candle at both ends. Like he always did ten millennia ago. Except back in the day he had his mother remind him that he should take a breather here and there because he was going to work himself to death.

He didn't have that luxury now, of course.

He looked up from the documents he was reading to see her remove the parts that needed replacing on his vox. He knew it had been a result him knocking his cup a few hours ago when he inadvertently nodded off from exhaustion. Normally he would've just let it sit until the morning after, as he had several other functioning units in his office. But he had her summoned anyway...mostly because he decided he needed some good company.

He smiled as he took another sip of the bitter wine that filled his wineglass. He had tried to use this concoction to keep him awake somewhat, as bad as the taste was.

But the effect was quite the opposite.

"Lord Guilliman?"

Salvia's voice very faintly registered as his head slumped forward on his desk.

Roboute can only hold it for so long.

"My Lord you need to rest." she said as she shook his massive shoulder. "Sleeping on your desk is no comfort."

He mumbled incoherently as he raised his sleepy head. "Perhaps." He sat up slowly, yawning, stretching and rubbing his tired eyes. "Can you help me to that seat?"

"Should you not be sleeping in your bedroom?" she asked as she pushed his chair aside so he can get out of it.

"I probably could." he said, laughing slightly. "Would you escort me to my chambers?"

She did not miss the teasing note in his voice.

"Roboute...."

He had taken but a few steps before slowly crashing unto the couch not far from his desk.

He had his arm around her shoulders as she assisted him.

And he pulled her right with him as he sank on the cushions.

Her back landed on there first, with him laying across her in perpendicular fashion.

Had she not been an augmented human she would have likely taken an injury from his weight.

Salvia inched away from her awkward position, trying to get out from under him, only stopping when she heard him speak those words.

"You are my new pillow."

She watched as he shifted into a comfortable position. Head on her lap, arms tucked in, his body somewhat curled.

He looked so relaxed.

Salvia found herself caressing his soft, golden tresses as she leaned back to get some rest herself.

She planted a soft kiss on his cheek before she gave in to the tolls of the day.

"Yes I am...for as long as you wish, my Lord."

Previous prompt inspired by a conversation with @menink0pe. Thank you for the idea ^_^!

FYI: This next drabble is NOT going to make sense. Not with the timeline, not with the canon. Not with anything. Lore be damned and all. Consider it an AU. I just happen to have a silly idea and ran away with it.

"You are my new pillow."

The Primarch laid his head on said abdomen.

It felt like laying on a stack of solid meat.

It had very little give.

"Isn't this supposed to be comfortable?" Roboute Guilliman observed as he tried to move his head certain ways. He turned left. RIght. Sideways.

"Okay stop." Magnus ordered as he put his massive hand on his brother's forehead. "Your curly mop is beginning to tickle. It's like being rubbed with a loofah."

"What in throne's name is a loofah?"

"I'm not entirely sure, it may have been a living animal at some point, but its now dead, dehydrated and used to exfoliate." The red Primarch explained as he pushed his brother's head aside.

Magnus had been laying on the grass, viewing the night sky when the other Primarch showed up.

"Exfoliate....did Fulgrim show you this with a floofen?" Roboute lifted his head slightly as he tried to find a softer spot to lay on his brother's belly. There seemed to be none as all parts of his torso felt like solid muscle.

"Loofah. Not floofen. Floofen is a term used for cat paws." Magnus corrected as he raised himself on his elbows, the other primarch still on his stomach.

"What on Terra are you trying to do, Roboute?"

"Trying to find a softer spot to put my head on. Did you not hear me call you my new pillow?"

"I did....but I have no soft spots. I am a mass of pure red, sinewy fibers." he explained to which the other Primarch chuckled lightly. "Do you want to test me or what?"

"What I'm trying to test is Karimah's comment." he explained. "She said you were her favorite thing to lay on because you're comfortable....so far I haven't found that to be true." he sat up and turned to his brother. "You're about as comfortable as a stack of bricks."

But that wasn't what turned Magnus' red ears even redder. "Why are you talking to my Habibti about laying on me???"

"Oh she didn't tell that to me." Roboute shrugged. "She told Salvia....who mentioned it to me. I guess women talk about that stuff."

Magnus palm found his face as he shook his head. "I don't think I want to hear the rest of the conversation."

"But I'm curious now, who scrubbed you with a loofah?" asked the Ultramarines Primarch.

"That is none of your business!" Magnus barked as he covered his face.

"Probably Fulgrim. Only he thinks of that grooming regimen. I'm surprised Ferrus never picked up on it. He could use a trim here and there." he said thoughtfully.

"Here. You can be my pillow." Magnus said as he mentally pushed the other primarch down not so gracefully and rested his head on his brother's abdomen.

"You're heavy." Roboute complained. "And your damn hair tickles." he said as he tried to brush the long, red, mane away from his face where it spread like a blanket. "Do you do this to Karimah? Because I swear you would either suffocate her with your weight or your hair. Probably both."

"She knows how to handle me." Magnus said as he pressed the back of his head onto the other Primarch. "You provide no comfort either. It's about as pleasant as laying on a bag of cement."

"Salvia would beg to differ."

"She's too kind, that young woman. You better treat her right."

"Why would I not?"

"Because Karimah will kick you if you don't." Magnus sighed. "Trust me she has the spikiest heels in all of the Imperium."

Roboute pushed Magnus off his lap as the two brothers lay side by side, gazing at the night sky.

"I suppose we can conclude neither of us is going to make a very good pillow." Roboute thought out loud.

"Nope. How they could put up with us amazes me." Magnus chuckled.

"It must've been something in our geneseed that makes us tolerable."

"It didn't work on everybody."

"If I were a Psyker right now I would completely read your mind on who you are referring to....and find out who scrubbed you with that Loofah."

"Remind me to send you a box of it on your birthday....so you can see how its texture rivals that mop on your head."

From the campsite below Salvia was waving her hand at the two Primarchs signalling that dinner was ready.

"Good, I'm hungry." Magnus stood up first and assisted his brother up. "Is she a good cook?"

"The best. You should try the fish. Its almost as good as my Mother makes it."

"Almost?"

"Don't tell her I said that."

"Karimah would tell her probably, she can read your mind."

"Next time we go camping I'm bringing the sisters of Silence." the Ultramarines Primarch snorted.

"As opposed to the small army of bodyguards you already have?"

"Can't help it, they're very protective."

"Let's just enjoy the rest of this trip." Magnus shook his head laughing as the two brothers descended down the hill for the small feast that awaits them.

Also, there is a Magnus x Karimah prompt. The reason I don’t have it posted here is because I am waiting for something special to come with it. It will be posted sometime next week. Indulge with this for now. ^_^

More prompts coming soon whether anyone likes it or not

@mrsdorn @melody-chii @menink0pe @the-fluffy-underbelly

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wordsablaze · 7 years

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Love Ignores Hierarchy

Malec met at a party, but this party isn’t held by the High Warlock. In fact, Magnus is held by this party. Until Izzy drags Alec along and changes their lives for the better. A Malec meeting oneshot featuring Sizzy and Clace.Enjoy!

Alec sighs.

Of course Izzy would try to drag him along to one of the many annual parties their classmates throw.

He sighs again as Izzy hold up a pair of jeans, lifting them out of his cupboard. She’d made a habit of marching in his room at random times to ask him about his fashion sense, or lack thereof.

“How��s this one?”

“Do I have to go?” Alec rolls his eyes.

Izzy makes a face at him, “Of course! It’s saturday and there’s no way you’re getting out of it.”

“Fine.” Alec caves in, “And the jeans are okay, I guess.”

“You better know, you’re wearing them.”

Alec rolls his eyes again but doesn’t say anything, instead lounging on his bed with the play he’d started reading before Izzy had marched in and declared that the three of them were going to her friend’s party.

“Who are you looking to catch?” Izzy asks suddenly.

Alec looks up to see a knowing smile on his sister’s face and frowns at her, “I’m not catching anyone.”

“Oh, come on, are there any guys you like in school?” she asks.

Alec makes a face, leaving that as his answer: an obvious no.

She sighs, “Fine, we’ll just go with generally attractive.”

As she rummages through his shirts, he puts her favourite song on repeat, making up for the lack of his talking to her.

Once she’s picked his outfit for him, taking his approval, she throws it at him, “Get changed within the next two hours, I’ll be back.”

Alec shrugs before placing the shirt and jeans to one side and continuing to read his play for the next one hour and fifty five minutes. In the last five minutes, he quickly gets changed, just as Izzy walks back in.

While she wasn’t dressed shabbily before, she’s now gone for a striking look with a laced, black, knee length dress and dark make-up to match her deadly attire, a small amount of silver glitter shining on her skin. Her silver, coiled snake bracelet gleams on her wrist to match the hem of her dress. Her hair is left down, cascading over her shoulders in a sleek waterfall. A small silver diadem holds up the heart-shaped bead resting on her forehead, adding to her black and white look.

Alec laughs, “You look good.”

“You sure?” she asks, fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist.

Alec nods, knowing that her question is a show of the vulnerability she usually hides away. But that vulnerability sometimes comes through when she’s with Alec, something he gets to see only because he’s her blood brother; it’s his job to chase that away.

She nods in satisfaction and grabs his comb, raking it through his hair, “By the angel, Alec…”

“What? I didn’t need to brush it for reading a play!” he says defensively.

She cracks a smile before deciding his hair is neat enough and pulling him along, somehow not losing equilibrium even in her high heels. When she catches him staring at them with disapproval, she sighs.

“Nothing less than seven inches, that’s my motto.”

“That motto will get you killed, you mushroom.”

“Was that meant to be offensive?” Izzy flicks her hair over her shoulder as she scoffs.

Jace joins them at the door, his blue and yellow t-shirt with sporty trousers a contrast to Alec’s grey shirt with black jeans.

He does a fake double take at Alec, “Alec Lightwood, willingly stepping out the house on a weekend?”

“Oh, shut it,” Alec grumbles, amused nonetheless.

It takes them no less than half an hour to drive to the party venue, Alec having to drive because he’d gotten his driver’s license first time so Maryse had said only he could use her car for outings.

The other two hadn’t argued.

Much.

“Izzy…” Alec’s voice takes a warning tone as he sees whose house it is, and something clicks inside his head.

It’s Sebastian’s.

“This can’t be it…”

“This is the address,” Alec confirms.

“But… Clary didn’t tell me that-” she stops talking as her phone rings, answering it immediately.

Jace looks confused before he spots someone coming their way, “Iz, the downworlder guy?”

“Straight ahead.” The downworlder who’d appeared tells them, pointing.

“Thanks man.” Jace smiles as Alec takes a breath and drives ahead, parking their car.

“Izzy, you didn’t know?” Alec questions as soon as they get down from the car and lock it.

“I know, I know…” she says to whoever’s on the phone, simultaneously shaking her head as a no to Alec.

“I can’t go to a party where they mistreat downworlders, I can’t.” Alec firmly folds his arms.

“I know but Clary’s saying that he’s going to leave, then it’ll be fine.”

“We’ll just try not to draw any attention,” Jace relents, clapping his hands together with a wink.

“Alright, fine.” Alec’s response is stoic.

The three of them make their way inside and through the hallway into the living room, where Clary and Simon greet them with small smiles and waves.

Clary’s wearing a simple red dress that ends halfway down her shins, with red ballet pumps and a ruby pendant resting on her collarbone. Her make-up is clearly done to impress, pink blush on her cheeks and a pink arch on her eyelids. Her eyes are lined with double wings but there’s no trace of glitter on her face.

Simon is dressed in his usual ‘use the force’ t-shirt and baggy bottoms that clearly show he isn’t really bothered about the party as such. He has, however, gelled his hair to stay in a permanent quiff, perhaps to impress a certain Lightwood…

“Jace!” Clary grins and hug said shadowhunter.

Izzy goes over to Simon, nudging him as a greeting, “Hey, nerd.”

“Greetings, empress.” Simon salutes at her in return.

“Who are you?” Jace asks Simon, apparently not having seen him before.

Izzy glares, “That’s Simon Lewis, and he is my boyfriend.”

“Nerd love, huh Izzy?” Alec grins at his little sister as she rolls her eyes and loops an arm around Simon, the two of them going to get a drink and Izzy probably going to find Simon a stylish jacket from somewhere.

“Drinks?” a soft voice asks behind Alec, startling him.

“So sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump.” The voice continues, “Drink?”

Alec finally blinks away his shock and stares at the boy facing him.

The downworlder with the most magnificent eyes he’s ever seen. The kaleidoscopic yellow and green shaped into a vertical almond inside the pupil make them seem like cat’s eyes, downright magical.

Alec’s breath catches as he lets his gaze roam over the boy’s warm caramel skin and inky black locks that fall over his eyebrows. The locks that loo softer than velvet, smoother than chocolate and sleeker than Izzy’s eyeliner.

With that thought, Alec notices the dark kohl drawn around his mesmerising eyes that seems to enhance the glitter on his skin. Izzy might have added a sprinkle of glitter to make her shine but the boy has much more glitter than one person should be allowed to use in a lifetime.

And yet, there’s something so innocent about the boy’s stance, the way his shoulders are dropping in a resigned manner and the way his feet are placed one behind the other, as if he’s preparing himself to run away with a split second’s notice.

His clothes are a vast array of colours bright enough to make him seem like the human embodiment of a rainbow. He’s wearing purple skinny jeans and a cerulean shirt that seems to match Alec’s eyes. Not that you can see much of it with the three scarves, all different shades of the same colour: emerald green, fern green and mint green.

Alec forces himself to breathe again as he shakes his head, “N-no, thank you.”

He instantly chides himself for stuttering, especially in front of a downworlder.

Even if it was a handsome downworlder.

Said handsome downworlder smiles at him, a half-hearted smirk devoid of actual joy, before turning on his heel and walking away.

Only now does Alec notice that the boy is barefoot, small scars winding up from the soles of his feet. Only now does Alec see that the boy has shackles around his wrists, linked to the back of his waist with a silver but unnoticeable belt. Only now does he realise the downworlder is limping but walking a lot faster than he should be able to with such an injury.

Alec’s heart twists.

He vows to find the downworlder again.

Clary nudges him, “Hey, earth to Alec, you need anything?”

Alec jolts out of his thoughts as he glances down at the redhead.

“What’s his name?” he finds himself asking.

Clary tries to see who he’s pointing at and shrugs, “Who, Magnus?”

Magnus.

Alec mentally rolls the name on his tongue and smiles, unable to help thinking that the name is absolutely perfect for the boy.

“Why?” Clary asks.

“I… put my phone on his plate,” Alec lies, trying to make use of the otherwise pointless drama lessons he has to endure in school.

“Oh, that sucks. Try the balcony, he goes – um, works there a lot.” Clary doesn’t wait before sauntering off to join Jace, whose current focus is the pixie asking him about the newest trees planted outside.

“Magnus…” Alec whispers to himself.

He checks that Izzy and Simon aren’t in trouble before weaving through the crowd and trying to find the balcony Clary had described. Half an hour, two polite tries to decline a drink and, not one but four awkward encounters with passionate couples later, he finally sees the silhouette of the boy. Honestly, why can’t straight people control themselves?

“Magnus!” he calls, sliding to a stop next to the boy.

The boy jumps, his shackles rattling as he frantically stands upright, “Sorry Se- oh, it’s you.”

Alec frowns but sits next to him as Magnus resumes his previous position, rubbing his wrists.

“Do they hurt?” Alec asks.

“No, not anymore.” Magnus looks to Alec, his eyes shining brightly, “Why do you care?”

Alec tries to feel offended but the plain question throws him off and he knows Magnus isn’t being rude.

“I just… it doesn’t seem fair.”

“I’m dangerous.” Magnus’ reply is so droll, Alec can’t help thinking he’d been told to say that.

“Oh really?” Alec raises an eyebrow, trying his best to make it a jovial matter.

“I could kill you with a snap of my fingers,” Magnus says, humouring him.

“How?” Alec asks, now curious.

Magnus cocks his head at him as if he can’t believe how someone could be so oblivious, “I’m a warlock.”

Of course.

Alec kicks himself for not making the connection.

Of course he was a warlock; his eyes are his warlock mark.

“So, you have magic?”

Magnus sighs, “Look, sweet pea, I know warlocks aren’t exactly a subject in school but having magic is rather an obvious, is it not?”

Alec blinks before laughing, properly laughing for the first time in weeks. A small blush appears on his cheeks due to the nickname, which goes unnoticed by Alec but not Magnus. The warlock looks surprised but his mouth curves up into an amused smile.

“You’re not exactly dressed up for a party,” the warlock comments.

“I don’t do parties so this is me 'dressed up’.” Alec grins.

“Oh consarn, the party!” Magnus exclaims, the smile sliding off his face.

“How old are you?” Alec asks, puzzled.

Magnus pauses, “Pretty boy, I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.”

Alec feels the blood rush to his face again and has to cough before he can talk again. By this time, Magnus has assembled the small snacks on his tray and is standing up with his shoulders angled downwards again.

“You just swore straight out of an 1854 dictionary.” Alec chuckles.

Magnus winks, “I’m a vintage warlock, you literature geek.”

“Hey!” Alec protests, but not unkindly.

Magnus salutes before slipping back inside, pausing briefly before joining in with the crowd as if he never left, offering the bitesize food to shadowhunters as he goes.

Alec smiles sadly, wanting to spend more time with the enigmatic warlock.

He ends up claiming a table in the corner, watching as people go past and keeping an eye out for a certain colourful warlock.

It’s about half an hour later when a hushed rumour spreads through the masses like a long awaited wildfire: Sebastian has left.

After a few minutes of clarification, there’s an explosion of excitement where shadowhunters are drawing runes on the downworlders’ shackles to break them. Naturally, some shadowhunters leave, unreasonably repulsed at the very notion of equality. They’re swiftly escorted out of the house, less than politely, and they’ll be the ones who complain on just about every social media platform, also being ignored on most of them.

Unfortunately, Alec has lost sight of the one downworlder whose shackles he’d like to shatter.

“Alec, where did you go?” Izzy asks, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Have you seen Magnus?” he asks her, not bothering to answer her question.

“Uh no-”

“I have,” Simon interrupts, “someone asked him to grab their coat from the storage room.”

“That can’t be good.” The lightwood siblings say in unison.

Alec thinks he manages to thank the nerd before making his way to the aforementioned storage room, knowing that nobody leaves a party like this with their coat. Nobody even comes to these kinds of parties with a coat in the first place because they know that getting it back is almost certainly impossible.

With a stone weighting down his heart, he notices that the cupboard is locked. Strangely, he can’t hear anything from inside, the silence only adding to his worries.

He curses as he drops his stele, quickly drawing a rune – a perfect one – to unlock the door.

The door swings open and Alec gasps.

Magnus sighs with relief.

The warlock is currently unable to move, his shackles looped and knotted behind one of the racks at an awkward height that renders him incapable of both standing and sitting, forcing him to kneel with his arms uncomfortably pulled behind him.

Alec rushes forwards and redraws the same rune he’d used for the door on the silver metal, having to do it thrice before the shackles give way and unclasp themselves.

Magnus gasps as his numb legs tremble and the momentum of his arms falling forwards causes him to tilt forwards.

He lands on top of Alec, whose knees fold and send them both toppling to the floor.

Strangely, both Alec and Magnus are laughing instantly, pulling themselves upright.

“Thank you, sweet pea.”

“My name’s Alec. Well, Alexander. But most people call me Alec.”

“In that case, Alexander, it’s a good thing I’m not 'most people’.”

Magnus winks before rubbing his arms, purple tendrils of what seems to be a fusion of smoke and fire twirling around his arms as the bruises fade away into nonexistence.

Alec watches, transfixed, as the magic dances around the warlock’s eternally sun-kissed arms.

Magnus smiles as he looks up, clicking his fingers as the magic folds in on itself, vanishing with one last curl around his pinky finger. Alec finds himself noticing the warlock’s nails – each one a different base colour and small patterns drawn on with yet another colour. It looks like the rainbow shattered and his nails caught each fragment, placing them all together to make miniscule art.

“You should let me paint yours.”

Alec nods, then coughs, “Wait, what?”

Magnus laugh sounds as lovely as someone releasing auditory beauty into the air around them.

“I said you should let me paint your nails, sweet pea.”

“I don’t know…” Alec can hear the conflict in his voice as clear as crystals.

Magnus only winks, “Maybe that’s a third date thing?”

“D- Date?”

Magnus walks backwards until he’s out of the room, then lifts a hand, curling one finger with a sly grin, “Why don’t you come out of the closet first, then we can carry on talking…”

Alec would be mad if it weren’t for how clever the warlock’s pun is. As it is, he shakes his head and walks out after Magnus, locking the door behind him.

“Nothing gets past you, huh?”

“Well, some shadowhunters did…” Magnus admits quietly.

“Who were they?” Alec demands, “I’m going to kill them!”

He can’t explain the sudden blaze of protective anger that surrounds his heart and rushes through his veins, he can’t think of a reason for him wanting to pay revenge on behalf of the warlock. But it turns out he doesn’t have to.

“It’ll be the ones who don’t turn up to your school on monday,” Magnus tells him with a sly smirk and a twirl of his magic.

Alec laughs, pulling the warlock back into the main room and quickly locating Izzy.

“You found him!” Izzy cheers, Simon making a four – fingered peace sign.

To Alec’s shock, Magnus does the peace sign back at Simon and smiles, “How’s Raph?”

“Raph?” Jace asks, joining their conversation along with Clary.

Magnus rolls his eyes, “Raphael Santiago? The head of the vampire clan?”

Izzy’s eyes widen, “Simon, you know him? And you didn’t tell me?”

“It’s not exactly an everyday casual conversation, is it?” Clary laughs before Simon can attempt to explain himself.

“You lose, Iz.” Jace elbows her, which only makes her pout.

“Hey Biscuit, you might want to remove the soundproofing on the cupboard.” Magnus looks to Clary, who profoundly swears.

“Woah, calm it down, spitfire.” Alec holds his hands above his head with his fingers splayed.

Clary sighs, “Sorry. It’s just that I only undid that an hour ago…”

“Why don’t you try making a rune for it?”

“You really believe I came do that?”

“I swear on us, there isn’t anything I believe in more.” Jace puts an arm around her shoulders, giving her a sideways hug of encouragement that makes her smile widely.

“And anyway, it’s not your fault shadowhunters are crazy!” Simon protests.

She gives him a pointed look, gesturing between their small gang.

“It’s not your fault that certain shadowhunters are crazy.” Magnus winks.

“And what are the rest?” Izzy asks.

“Dateable,” Magnus jokes, intertwining his hand with Alec’s and letting their fingers lock together, his warm hand a pleasant shock to Alec, whose breath seems to get stuck in his lungs.

“Breathe, sweet pea, breathe,” Magnus whispers softly, squeezing his hand.

Alec grins and, much to everyone’s shock – especially Izzy’s – kisses Magnus’ cheek softly.

So softly that his lips barely even brush the warlock’s glittery cheek, but it’s a kiss nonetheless.

“Dude, get a room!” Jace whisper-yells, clapping Alec on the shoulder.

“Oh, trust me, that’s the plan,” Magnus says coolly.

Alec, on the other hand, chokes.

Simon whispers something to Izzy, who unceremoniously bursts out laughing before clapping a hand over her mouth. “Ah, nerd love…” Alec uses this as something to cover up his own embarrassment.

“It’s a beautiful thing, whilst also being an object of hilarity and mockery for those of us who are more sophisticated…” Magnus finishes, smiling fondly despite his words.

Izzy just smiles back and Simon goggles at her before his face splits into a broad grin.

“Should we make this party more private?” Clary suggests, “We could all go to my room?”

Jace gives her a lopsided smirk; Clary whacks him.

“Shut up, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I agree with Biscuit, let’s go.” Magnus suggests.

Izzy and Simon follow as Clary leads the way, the redhead obviously hand in hand with Jace.

Alec glances at Magnus with a proud, happy smile.

Magnus returns the gesture, “Speechless, Alexander?”

“Maybe?” Alec murmurs.

“That’s okay, you have centuries to find your words again,” Magnus murmurs back.

“You think we’ll be together for that long?”

“I hope so.” Magnus’ eyes suddenly stop focusing on Alec as he loses himself in the thought.

Alec nudges him softly, “We’ll find a way.”

Magnus nods, “That we will, Alexander. That we will.”

And, with the promise of an entwined future, the two of them head upstairs.

Hand in hand.

Together.

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