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carmenlire · 6 years

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I Know You Feel What I Feel

I absolutely adore that 1x12 Malec scene and couldn’t stop thinking about the post from @magnusbicon about Alec proposing without a plan. Thus, this was born. I hope you like it! @royaltybane @kindaresilient @wirtanzenimregen

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Alec leans a little more into Magnus, drowsy and content. The two of them are out on the balcony, relaxing on a balmy June night. The sky is clear with stars twinkling throughout the sky. It’s been a slow week and Alec’s ready to enjoy an equally uneventful weekend. Their Friday evening so far has consisted of takeout and a movie-- Pride and Prejudice, Alec’s pick.

They’d taken their wine glasses outside as the ending credits began to roll. There’s not much conversation as the two of them just enjoy being together in a way they aren’t always allowed. They’ve been together a little over three years and there are times Alec doesn’t fall asleep with Magnus for days at a stretch.

They like to savor these quiet times when they can.

Alec is humming a song that’s been stuck in his head since yesterday morning when he looks up at Magnus and the breath is knocked from him.

Magnus Bane is the most beautiful man Alec has ever seen.

There’s something about the way the candlelight is hitting his face. From this angle, where Alec is snuggled into his side, he looks ethereal. Untouchable but with a warmth that’s dizzying.

It makes Alec want to reach out and touch it, see if the fire can warm his bones.

But Alec already knows just how far Magnus’s magic reaches. Magnus reached out to him, into him, turning the cold, bitter man who was sleepwalking through life into someone who leads with a passion. Magnus didn’t save Alec’s life but he gave Alec a reason to stand up and fight-- fight for who he was, who he wanted to be, what he wanted his world to look like.

Alec is eternally grateful to Magnus.

Alec loves Magnus with a desperation that still takes him by surprise. Sometimes it reaches up into his throat and strangles him, the pure love and adoration that covers him like the most valuable armor.

It’s a moment like this when Alec’s brain abandons his mouth for the thousandth time. He looks up at Magnus like he hung all the stars in the sky and the words leave him before he knows that he’s even opened his mouth.

“Marry me,” he whispers.

Magnus looks down from where he’d been staring out over Brooklyn, marveling as he always does that he gets to have this. He gets a quiet evening with the love of his life, eating greasy takeout and holding Alec as he sucks every bit of heat from Magnus. Alec is perennially cold and his favorite way to warm up is to leech all of Magnus’s body heat for his own. It's an adorable quirk that Magnus loves to pretend irritates him, but he can never hide his smile as Alec burrows even deeper into his side.

Magnus loves a good party but he loves nights like these with Alec so much more, it’s laughable.

So, as he turns his head and looks down at a face he’ll always remember, he replays what Alec’s just said. He halfways expects Alec to look panicked and despairing.

That’s not what he sees, though.

He sees his stunning boyfriend, eyes soft and mouth tilted up in a smile that’s as vulnerable as it is content. Alec’s not furiously taking back his words. There’s no stutter, no uncertainty. Magnus’s gaze moves over Alec, sees the slow sweep of his lashes, the messy hair. He sees the faint wrinkles forming around the eyes and laugh lines just starting to bracket that mouth he loves so much. He thinks about the past few months, the dizzying activity that had resulted in Alec's new, infinite, lifespan.

As if there is any other answer.

“Yes,” Magnus breathes, arm tightening around Alec’s shoulders.

He leans down to kiss Alec. It’s like everything is happening in slow motion. He sees Alec rapidly blink before a dazzling grin lights up his features. He hears the stunned inhale and as their lips meet, feels the relieved sigh Alec lets out.

The kiss moves from soft and wondering to messy. There’s teeth and tongue and a heat so hot it scorches them both down to the bone.

They love the burn.

The kiss doesn’t last long before their smiles are breaking through, making everything infinitely more difficult but so much more satisfying.

They pull back with eyes closed, breathing harsh in the still night.

Alec opens his eyes and looks over at his love. He’s dazed and so happy he feels like he could burst.

Magnus said yes. Magnus wants him, Alec Lightwood, as his husband.

Alec blinks away tears and touches his forehead to Magnus’s.

“Hi, fiancé,” he whispers.

Magnus smiles a little to himself before blinking open eyes that have lost their glamour. Alec’s breath catches in his throat, awe struck and blinded by the wave of love and lust that washes over him.

“Hi, fiancé,” Magnus echoes.

They stare at each other for a weightless moment. This is the line, ephemeral and sweet. This is where things change once again. It’s always been Alec and Magnus but it’s now become AlecandMagnus in a way that will be irrevocable. Alec feels like a seismic shift has settled in him. Nothing painful or harsh, but the pieces of him that have been so tattered and bruised and bent have rearranged themselves into a complete puzzle.

Magnus is the only one who could have put him together.

Alec leans in and kisses Magnus again, a lingering string of kisses sweet as syrup and twice as light.

Magnus stands up the next time they pull apart, immediately missing the long line of warmth along his side. He keeps his grasp on Alec’s hand and smiles as he sees Alec’s confused expression.

He nods towards the balcony doors. “Don’t you think it’s time we took this celebration indoors, Mr. Lightwood-Bane?”

Alec jolts like he’s been struck by lightning before his eyes turn molten. Slowly, he stands up and gives Magnus a thorough onceover.

“Why, yes, Mr. Lightwood-Bane, I do believe it’s time we moved inside. I have plans and they involve a bed, no clothes, and no interruptions.”

Magnus grins, eyes dancing. He grandly sweeps out the arm not entangled with Alec’s and motions towards the door.

“What are we waiting for?”

Alec moves into Magnus’s space and slowly guides him back into the loft. Walking backwards, Magnus becomes disoriented when Alec starts kissing his neck, laving at his pulse point, biting, and Magnus stumbles on his way to the bedroom. He can feel Alec’s smug grin as he gasps. He can’t clear his head enough to retaliate and a moment later, he’s falling backwards, Alec a welcome weight on top of him as they reach the bed.

His head is swimming, all of his thoughts-- his only thought-- Alec.

Magnus opens his legs a little wider and Alec settles against him, close and hot and familiar.

He almost doesn’t hear Alec’s words, whispered in his ear.

“I lose my breath every time you enter a room.”

It’s Magnus who’s left gasping as Alec slowly, painstakingly, unbuttons Magnus’s waistcoat and shirt, leaving him bare, a fine sheen of sweat already covering him from his neck down to his chest.

Kissing down his chest, Alec murmurs his next words against heated flesh.

“My heart beats faster when you walk by.”

Magnus shivers, feeling Alec’s wandering hands move down until he’s tracing the outline of Magnus’s cock with the lightest of touches that sends his pulse racing and makes every line tense, waiting for Alec’s next move.

“My skin tingles when I stand close enough to feel your breath.”

Magnus shudders at the hot words against his stomach before going completely still.

Suddenly, he remembers the last time those words left his mouth. Him, earnest and pleading to a cold, closed-off Alec. His Alexander, just another shadowhunter, but with something indefinable that tugged at Magnus’s heartstrings in a way he hadn’t experienced in decades.

Now that the fog of lust has cleared from his head, Magnus remembers how he had tried his damnedest to get through to Alec and how Alec’s icy, accusing reply had made his words taste like ash.

He remembers leaving after that last ultimatum.

You have a choice to make. I will not ask again.

If only he’d known how things would end up. He wishes he could’ve seen that the brusque, lonely shadowhunter who had been so afraid and unwilling to open his heart would turn out to be the most loving, open man he’s ever had the good fortunate to meet.

Magnus looks down from where he’d been staring at the ceiling to see Alec’s steady gaze on him. Their eyes meet and a world of understanding, a lifetime of love, passes between them.

Holding his stare, Alec slowly crawls up the bed until his face is only inches above Magnus’s. His eyes hold everything Magnus has ever wanted as he opens his mouth, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“You just don’t get it,” Alec says, painfully soft. “You’re the love of my life. You flirt, and you laugh, and you use magic. Everything you do drives me crazy and I wake up more in love with you then when I went to bed the night before.”

His smile is barely there, a little thing that makes Magnus want to pull him close and never let go, as he continues. “You make me a better man, a better shadowhunter, and I’m grateful every day that I get to have this. That I get to have you.

“We’re getting married,” Alec says, voice full of wonder and a profound joy that Magnus feels echoing in his own heart.

“We’re getting married and I get to spend the rest of my life with you, the most amazing man I’ve ever met.”

Magnus smiles up at Alec, feels like he’s going to explode from the happiness radiating through him. “And I get to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says, so in love he feels like he’s drowning in it.

What a way to go.

“It’s the honor of my immortal life to love and be loved by you.”

Magnus closes his eyes as the words wash over him. Alec, the damn poet, never fails to make him swoon. It’s a talent that he wouldn’t have suspected the surly shadowhunter to possess, but it’s one of Magnus’s favorite things about him. He’s blunt and a little rude, but all of that changes into something incomparably vulnerable and honest when turned towards Magnus. It never stops the ache in his heart at the beautiful man he’s found.

Magnus’s thoughts break off a moment later as Alec clambers out of the bed. Magnus immediately misses the warmth that was surrounding him, shivering a little as cold air reaches his heated skin.

Alec is rummaging around in their dresser and Magnus has the brief thought of asking, what the hell are you doing Alexander, when the breath is knocked from his lungs.

Alec turns around and he’s holding a royal blue box. He walks slowly over to the bed and Magnus hastily sits up, not wanting to miss a moment of the unfolding scene.

Alec climbs back into bed, straddling Magnus’s legs, settling onto his thighs. He holds the box up between them. He’s looking at Magnus with his entire heart in his eyes and Magnus’s breath stutters as Alec’s tongue darts out to lick his lips.

“I once told you that we had very different ideas of what marriage should be,” he starts softly. “I’m very happy to admit that I was wrong. I want to marry you because I can’t imagine a life without you in it. I want to wake up every morning seeing your adorably messy hair and end each day wrapped in your arms. I want to show our family and friends-- the whole damn world-- how much you mean to me. I want to celebrate our love until the sun burns out.”

The tears pooling in Magnus’s eyes fall and Alec reaches up and gently wipes them away. His own eyes are glistening as he pops open the box. Magnus looks down and sees a stunning yellow stone set in a white gold, diamond encrusted band. It’s beautiful and Magnus’s gaze flies up to meet Alec’s as he hears his love clear his throat.

“I’ve had this ring for awhile. I bought it ages ago but the timing never seemed right. I should have known I couldn’t plan this moment.” Alec laughs wetly. “This is a golden sapphire. It reminded me of your eyes, those beautiful eyes I love so much. It’s luck that this stone symbolizes divine favor, considering it feels like Raziel himself has blessed me with you.”

Alec takes the ring out, tossing the box over his shoulder. He reaches for Magnus’s hand, not commenting on the faint tremor.

His eyes are vulnerable and full of the most intense love Magnus has ever felt when he next speaks.

“Magnus Bane, love of my life. I know you feel what I feel. Will you marry me?”

Magnus is nodding fervently before Alec stops talking, muttering “Yes, yes, yes,” as Alec slides the ring onto his finger.

Candlelight catches in the stone, turning it into liquid fire. It’s beautiful and perfectly fits.

Magnus never dared to dream up a man like Alexander. Alec is stubborn and blunt and a force to be reckoned with. He’s also the only person who has ever made Magnus feel like he’s the most important thing in the world. Alec’s love never fails to stun him when he lets the full breadth of his love and devotion hit Magnus. Magnus has never been important enough to anyone for marriage and it aches-- a sharp pain that’s blunted considerably over the years-- that through Alec’s eyes, he’s worth it.

Alec is worth everything to Magnus and he will spend the rest of his life proving it.

They’re both leaning in and, objectively, the kiss might be the worst one they’ve ever shared-- teeth keep clashing and it’s more panting into each other’s mouths as they can’t stop grinning long enough to do things properly.

However, both think it’s perfect.

The rest of eternity stretches out before them. There will be fights and conflicts and disagreements-- that’s the nature of life. But their love will remain, ever steady and only increasing.

Alec leans into Magnus until he’s flat on his back, Alec enveloping him. The kisses are slow and lingering-- they have all the time in the world.

There was a time both Alec and Magnus despaired over the gaping chasm of their life rolling out before them. It seemed too much, not worth it. Those days are long over and both are eager to start the next chapter of their lives, at each other's side.

The loft shimmers a faint blue, buzzing almost as if it’s a living entity. Magnus’s feelings are swelling and his magic reaches out, lighting everything with the warm glow of his heart. Alec feels the magic kiss his skin, can’t help but gasp into Magnus’s mouth as every nerve ending fires. They make love into the waning hours, reveling in each other, desperate to show their love.

It’s a moment that imprints itself on their minds. They remember this night for centuries to come, long after everything else they’ve known has changed and faded.

Alec and Magnus are a constant, a story for the ages. This start of a new chapter is a crystalline memory that represents an everlasting love that never dies, never wavers.

They bask in the moment, in each other, and let everything else fall away.

#that scene is iconic and i love everything about it #my writing #i know you feel what i feel #malec #malec fic rec #malec fic #malec proposal #i posted this with 3 minutes to spare from my self imposed deadline lol #nice #magnusbicon

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sick-jive-sire · 6 years

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Listen the fuck up ya'll

Ok so I've seen a few posts about how lots of times people dont recommend other people's fics and that that means it's difficult for them to continue writing with out that validation.

I get you, I feel you. So here are my fic recs for a handful of fandoms, but most are going to be Teen Wolf just because that's most of the fics I read, and Drarry as well, fics under the break

Sterek:

A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse, 115k, E rated, royal AU

This fic holds a place in my heart I’m not even joking, it means so much to me. This shit got me through NaNoWriMo every single time I wanted to give up. they do such an amazing job of progressing relationships and also revealing pieces of a mystery over time to the point where the ending is a complete surprise no matter how much you’ve been keeping up. Truly a favourite of mine.

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

The Circus at the End of the World by mikkimouse, 91k, E rated, circus/steampunk AU

Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Since then, magic has been outlawed, and the world has clawed its way back to some kind of stability, with people and shifters alike divided between living within the walled safety of the Havens, or the small, less protected outposts dotting the frontier.

Derek Hale and his sisters, Laura and Cora, are the proprietors of Hale's Circus of Magic, Monsters, and Mystical Wonders, known colloquially as the Circus at the End of the World. They and their ragtag pack ride the rails between the outposts and the Havens, performing for those who can pay (and some who can't). Their circus is a small haven in and of itself, a place of safety for those who have nowhere else to go.

It's a quiet life...until Stiles Stilinski joins the crew.

The circus has something Stiles needs—a ticket into the Haven of Santa Francesca. His father has been abducted, and Stiles is determined to get him back no matter what he has to do.

But Stiles has another secret, one that puts him and every member of the circus in danger. And if he's not careful, it could get them all killed.

Happy Birthday Mr. Hale by mikkimouse, 5 parts plus Happy Birthday Mr. Stilinski, most are E rated

He expected some level of chaos to greet him. He did not expect to see Stiles standing shirtless in the living room, wearing a sparkly tiara on his head and a pink tutu over his jeans, holding Mia's tea set in one hand and a plastic sword in the other.

Stiles flushed, pink splotching his cheeks and spreading halfway down his pale, toned chest. Derek wanted to bite it, wanted to pinch those puffy nipples and tease them with his tongue, wanted to shove Stiles up against the wall and make him flush everywhere.

(Or: Derek is a single dad celebrating his 30th birthday. Stiles is the college student who babysits for him. Smut ensues.)

Honestly, go read anything mikkimouse has ever written, they are a delight and I love everything I’ve read from them.

The Searching Ceremonies, series by KouriArashi, 4 parts, M rated

I actually have to talk about this one a little bit. This series means so much to me. It inspires me, it makes me want to be a better writer, and every time I read it it gets even better. I seriously can’t recommend this one enough, if you like Sterek, go read it (plus there’s a handful of other ships in there that are so good even when you think they won’t be)

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

Cathedrals by KouriArashi, 78k, T rated

After the events with Deucalion and Jennifer Blake, Derek goes on a search for his biological family. He, Stiles, and Cora head to New York City to try to find the family he doesn’t remember. It turns out that there was a lot to his adoption that he never knew.

The More Things Change by KouriArashi, 80k, M rated, post-apocalyptic AU

Ten years ago, there was a major war between the supernatural world and the mundane. Now Beacon Hills is cut off and the Argents are in control, and the supernatural creatures are slowly being hunted down. But when Stiles, who was adopted by the Argents after the death of his parents, makes friends with the Hale Pack, things start to change...

There are about a thousand more I would recommend but these are the top ones, and these two authors are by far my favourites.

Malec:

The Last Thing I Expected, by KouriArashi, 47k, M rated

On every warlock's 25th birthday, there's a ritual to choose their perfect match. Normally it isn't a big deal, but for Magnus Bane - the son of Asmodeus, an Underworld crime lord - it's the party of the century. Everyone is more than a little surprised when Magnus' match turns out to be the bartender, Alec ... who's actually an undercover police officer. Alec's bosses want him to play along to get close to the organization, but Alec isn't sure he can mislead the man who's apparently his soulmate...

One Show Only, by KouriArashi, 29k, E rated

(Please be warned there are themes of internalized homophobia, conversion therapy, suicide and depression, and a truly awful Maryse Lightwood. Please stay safe)

It's hard to stay in the closet when the guy you had a one-night stand with two nights ago turns out to be your new partner ... but Alec will be damned if he isn't going to give it a try.

The Choices of the Chosen, by KouriArashi, 46k, M rated, gladiator AU

The day after his 21st birthday, Alec is sent to the demonic court as a gladiator, where he makes both friends and enemies ... along with meeting Magnus Bane, who doesn't seem to fit in either category.

Drarry:

The Light More Beautiful by firethesound, 81k, E rated

Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter's help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn't been enough to dim Draco's obsession with him.

In Evidence of Magical Theory by bixgirl1, 43k, E rated

When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, they're forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible.

In which Harry and Draco can't fight, so they fall in love instead.

Right Hand Red by lq_traintracks or lumosed_quill, 73k, E rated

Harry felt Malfoy's breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.

Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

The Standard You Walk Past by bafflinghaze, 46k, M rated

On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.

That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.

Okay, I think that’s everything, truly some of these I cannot recommend more, the Sterek ones all mean something to me and I love them all. Such wonderfully built AUs! So there you have it folks, enjoy.

#fic recs #sterek fic rec #drarry fic rec #teen wolf fic rec #hp fic rec #harry potter fic rec #malec fic rec #shadowhunters fic rec

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