#or what Alec wants subconsciously.

[lurafita]

Number 6!

So, there is this thing to be found on the internet, about how biblically accurate angels look like Lovecraftian, eldritch monstrosities. Now I don't know if this is true, and I frankly don't care enough to go onto a research binge to find out, but as with anything and everything, my brain went: What can I do for Malec with this information? So now Alec has (semi-sentient) tentacles as a secondary feature. Much like a warlock's glamour, a nephilim mark can be hidden.

And most of his tentacles behave themselves, and they usually aren't out unless he wills them to (like with other shadowhunters). But that f-ing number 6! Number 6 just does whatever it (or rather Alec's subconcious) wants! Be that swatting Jace over the head when he is saying something dumb, or tripping Clary, or playfully pulling Izzy's hair, or sneakily wrapping around Magnus,... (okay, he might not be as opposed to that last one.)

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters tv #malec headcanons #Alec has tentacles #and some of those are more mischievous than the others #I'm pretty sure I spelled mischieveous wrong #I actually spelled it wrong twice didn't I? #look this is a hard word okay?! #is there a synonym I can use for mischiefieous? #yeah I'm not even trying to get it right anymore #anyway #Alec's 6th tentacle is a little shit that does what it wants #or what Alec wants subconsciously. #magnus is mostly okay with it. #except for when number 6 startles him while he has a volatile potion in his hand or something like this

[strangelittlestories]

It was in the 6th year of the Wars of the Real that the anti-magicians and their Realis project (that all should act in accordance with certain physical laws) were truly challenged. This was due in no small part due to a singular invention from a family of forest witches.

Their discovery was as ingenious as it was stupid. And it radically changed what a disparate collective was able to accomplish in the face of both overwhelming force and abstract certainty.

It also caused a truly historic amount of epic shitfuckery.

From “I Fought the Spore and the Spore Won: a history of Realis and Resistance”

- - -

“So, you’re the new recruit, huh?” The woman who spoke wore strange armour that looked like it had been grown out of wood. The helmet alone glinted with metal spikes.

“I … uh, I guess? Sorry, I’m kinda new to this whole ‘magical kingdom’ deal you’ve got going on here…” The recruit in question was wearing dull red overalls and a ‘what-the-fuck’ expression.

“No worries, kid. We put out a multiversal call for aid - so anybody with a latent magical destiny or a strong subconscious hero fantasy got pulled in. Very much a ‘To Whom It May Concern’ type of spell.” 

She patted him on the shoulder. Up close he could see that the spikes on her helmet were actually the shards of a broken crown.

“So, uh, do I get any kind of training?”

“You already did, buddy. The spell should’ve planted a ‘potential seed’ inside you. When you’re exposed to trauma, then just in the nick of time it’ll suddenly sprout into the skills you need to survive. Very dramatic.” She paused for a second. “Or you’ll die. Also very dramatic.”

“So … either I’ll be awesome or I’ll die?”

“Well, you would die … unless you have one of these.” She threw him a small vial. He fumbled the catch, but grabbed it on the second try. Inside the vial swirled a glowing grey-green mist. “You catch a mortal wound, drink it. Or smash it on the injury. The fungus inside will patch you up.”

“Fungus?” The man was a pretty even split of horrified and fascinated. He simultaneously wanted to throw the vial away like poison, or guzzle it like forbidden candy.

“Yeah, you ever hear of ‘ophiocordyceps unilateralis’?”

“The weird zombie ant mushroom? Yeah, I saw it on a documentary!”

“Well, a family of witch-mycologists - real wyrd scientist types - they brewed up this variant in their forest. They turned it from a parasite to a symbiote. If it knows who you are, it’ll heal your wounds, get your heart pumping, even move your limbs for you.”

“How do I get it to know who I am?”

“You feed it.” She grinned ghoulishly. “Chuck in some hair, some blood, whatever bits of you are going spare. Anything to sync it up to your DNA. Think of it as your very own cannibal sourdough starter.”

“And people actually use this?”

“Oh yeah. Folks swear by the stuff. They even had an argument over what nickname it should have. The winner was the truly cursed phrase ‘resurrection juice’.”

“...really?”

“Oh yeah. The juice brigade are pretty smug it caught on. Some smart alec tried to give it a mushroom name, but they got one-upped by the juice thing.”

“I’m not sure I’m a fan of sharing my body with a fungus.” He tried to find the right words to articulate the niggling philosophical nuances of the idea and failed. “It feels like, I dunno, a bad idea?”

“Oh, it’s a terrible idea. A real crock of stupid. Pure idiot-fuel. But sometimes, when the world’s against you, the truly bad idea is the only one you have.”

“But, I mean, once the fungus takes over … would I still even be me?” The urge to gobble up the taboo canape had begun to be edged out by the existential dread.

“Look at it this way: you’d be mushroom food anyways, right? Why not let it be mushrooms who think they’re you? I think it’s kinda comforting that when the time comes, I can just relax and let fungus take the wheel.”

The man paused for a second, pondering the nature of life, decay, and resurrection.

“Anyways, they’ll be summoning the portal to pipe us out on our first mission soon. So best get ready.” The princess (for that’s what she was) thought for a second, then asked: “By the way … what did you do before you got sucked up into this particular asscrack, anyhow?”

The man gulped.

“I was a plumber.” He said.

#a long one but hopefully worth it #writing #flash fiction #I realised halfway through writing that this read like a grimdark mario bros fic and I just leant into that #still contains at least two puns for those keeping count

[ophelia-writes-fics]

hold me close and hold me fast [alec hardy x reader]

It's winter in Broadchurch, and you've noticed a habit of Alec's.

Tags: GN!reader, fluff, romantic fluff, established relationship

Word Count: ~900

TWs/CWs: none, this is pure self-indulgent fluff :)

It was another frigid Broadchurch winter. The entire town had been covered in a blanket of snow and ice that was six inches thick and refusing to let up anytime soon. But despite the endless bad weather, life didn’t stop, so every morning you went to work as usual, and Alec went to the police station. He worked long, exhausting hours, and he was usually either gone before you woke up or out until after you went to bed.

You always knew exactly when he came home on late nights, though. Because if Alec was one thing, it was a goddamn stubborn bastard, and he was a stubborn bastard who refused to wear gloves, a scarf, or a hat in the winter. 

No matter how much you pestered him about it, no matter how you insisted he’d get cold, he would swear up and down that a coat was enough and he “didn’t need all that stuff”. And yet, every single night that winter, he’d come home, change into pajamas, climb into bed with you, and put his freezing cold hands under your shirt to warm them up. 

It would have annoyed the hell out of you, but when you finally confronted him about it, he looked so taken aback that you realized he’d had no idea he was doing it. Still, he’d apologized, and from then on, every time he came in late, he’d be absolutely sure that his hands were kept outside of your clothes. 

That is, while he was awake. 

After another few nights of being woken up by freezing hands clutching your chest, you quickly came to a conclusion: whether he wanted to or not, Alec would subconsciously seek out your body heat to warm himself up the moment he drifted off to sleep. 

As the weather got colder and colder, you woke up dozens of times to Alec holding you close like you were a teddy bear - every limb wrapped around you, ice-cold hands under your shirt, his face buried in the crook of your neck. It didn’t even bother you anymore. It was adorable, honestly. You knew he’d get all prickly and deny it if you told him, but he really was such a sweetheart, even in his sleep. The peaceful look on his face as he cuddled you made your heart melt every damn time, and no amount of cold hands could compare to how much you loved seeing him happy. 

Still, you really wished he would wear some damn gloves once in a while; if not for you, then to avoid getting frostbite when it was below zero outside. So, that winter, you decided to take matters into your own hands. 

You took your knitting bag everywhere you went, working on your projects whenever you had downtime, making sure Alec never saw what you were working on. Within a couple of weeks, you had a hat, a thick scarf, and a pair of mittens all completed, so you decided on a plan: on your day off, you’d wait until Alec left for work, then wrap the gift and meet him down at the police station to surprise him. And that was exactly what you did. 

---

“Darlin’, what’s goin’ on? What’re you doing here?” A worried look crossed Alec’s face as he met you at the door. 

“No, everything’s all right! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you reassured him, giving his hand a comforting squeeze. “I brought you a gift and figured I’d surprise you, that’s all!” 

You handed him the small parcel and watched with anticipation as he opened it, revealing the multicolored pile of warm winter clothes. 

He was quiet for a moment. 

“Do you like them?” you asked, a bit nervously. 

He looked up at you, a shocked smile on his face. “Did you make all this?” 

You nodded, and before you knew it, Alec was at your side, embracing you so tightly your feet left the ground for a moment. 

“They’re beautiful, love,” Alec murmured, still smiling as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

Your heart fluttered with pride. 

---

The next morning, you were at the breakfast table when Alec was leaving for work. Something was different this morning, however. 

“Hmm, someone seems to be dressed rather warmly today,” you teased gently. “Whatever happened to ‘Oh, I just need a coat, darling, I’ll be fine without a hat or a scarf or gloves’?”

He gave you a playful glance of warning, then smiled. “Well, someone put a lot of effort into making sure I’ll be warm, and it’d be a shame to let all that beautiful work go to waste, hmm?” He leaned in and caressed your cheek as he kissed you goodbye, whispered a quick ‘I love you’, then he was gone. 

---

As the winter wore on, it was much the same as all the winters before it, except two things had changed. 

One, Alec never left the house without the winter clothes you’d made him. He treasured them, and you could always tell - he handled them with so much care, folding them gently every night when he got home and running a loving hand over them every now and then when he thought you wouldn’t notice. 

And two, Alec never came home with freezing cold hands again. 

And you were absolutely delighted to find out that even when he kept warm during the day, he still held you close in his sleep, every single night.

A/N: thank you for reading! i know this is a shorter one and it's a bit silly. honestly, i really just wanted to give alec some love, he's such a sweetheart and the poor thing needs a break lmao. i'll be back soon with some smut! as always, feel free to like/rb/comment/whatever else, and my requests are always open! :)

🍓 this fic's title is from the english version of 'la vie en rose' 🍓

#alec hardy x reader #alec hardy x reader fluff #alec hardy fluff #broadchurch fic #broadchurch fluff

[book-place]

If We Had Each Other

Warnings: spoilers, slight cursing, fighting, mentions of death and war, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Harry Potter x sister reader

*not my gif*

Summary: If there was one thing you could rely on in your life, it was your twin brother

A/N: Do I know what this is? No. Did I write this quickly just to get this out? Yes. Is it super repetitive? Also yes; The bolded and italicized text are song lyrics

Inspired by: If We Had Each Other by Alec Benjamin

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

I’m thankful for my sister

You looked over at Harry with a grin, bumping your shoulder against his, “Chin up, Harry,” Your voice was the perfect combination of reassurance and amusement, “You’ll do better on the next exam.”

The black haired boy scowled, poking at his food with his fork and refusing to make eye contact with you, “Professor Binns said that if I don’t get my grade up, he’ll have to bump me down to a lower level class.” A huff escaped him as he began to rant, “It’s not like it’s my fault! Voldemort is back, I have more important things to do them learn about history!”

All you did was shrug, not letting your smile falter, even at the mention of the man who killed your parents; you kept a strong facade on for Harry, “I can help you if you want.”

He glanced up at you for the first time since entering the Great Hall, “You’d do that?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “I’m your twin sister, Harry, of course I’ll help you.” A look of mischief sparked in your eyes, “Or, of course, I could just leave you to suffer-“

“No!” He was quick to cut you off as heat rose to his cheeks, “I mean, I suppose I can use a little bit of help.”

A giggle was emitted from you as you reached over to ruffle his hair, “I thought so.”

Even though sometimes we fight

“Harry.” You seethed, glaring harshly at him, “We are not having this discussion.”

He shook his head stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared daggers at you from across the common room, “I’m not letting you be put in danger.” He repeated for the thousandth time.

You let out an incredulous laugh, running a hand through the strands of your already messed up hair and yanking on it out of frustration, “You always do this!” Your voice finally reached yelling level and you were sure that every person in Gryffindor tower could hear you, “You’re always willing to put yourself in danger, but the second I even suggest it, you get all defensive!”

“I don’t want you getting hurt.” He snapped, shaking his head, “So I’m going to the Minestry of Magic alone.”

“When will you get it through your thick head that we were brought into this world together? That the exact same thing happened to me that happened to you! We’re not different!”

Your twin brother scoffed and roll his eyes, opting to turn on his heel and storm out of the room instead of replying.

You let out a long breath, sinking down on the nearest couch and putting your head in your hands.

When high school wasn’t easy, she’s the reason I survived

Even the quietest of the footsteps cut through the silence in the echoing room.

The darkness of the room cascaded down like a blanket of fear and loneliness, and you subconsciously reached for Harry’s hand.

Though it had been a struggle, you had convinced him that it was better to have you come along then not, to which he eventually gave in and agreed with.

Without hesitation, he took your hand in his own and squeezed it, a reminder to him that you were there and weren’t going anywhere.

For a moment, you were his rock, the only thing keeping him from going insane, even with all your closest friends surrounding you. Someone that also believed with all their heart that Sirius was still alive. He had to be.

You both tensed when the first sound of laughter reached your ears. You squeezed his hand one more time.

I know she’d never leave me

“He’s the reason You-Know-Who is back.”

“Why was he in the Ministry of Magic?”

“He just wants attention.”

Some of the people tried to keep their voices down to a whisper, others didn’t even bother as they sneered down their noses at Harry.

It was only the first day of your sixth year and he was already being harassed because he was the first one the papers saw when everyone arrived in the Ministry after Voldemort.

It was not fair that he was always the one that had to shoulder the burden of being the center of attention all the time. Sometimes you just wanted to scream, “Leave him alone! If you must look at something, then look at me, you bloody idiots!”

But everytime you opened your mouth to snap at people, the bespectacled boy would just give the slightest shake of his head and plead with his eyes that you didn’t do anything stupid.

You would cross your arms and huff, settling for glaring at every passing person instead, even if they didn’t do anything.

“It’s okay.” Harry leaned over and whispered to you.

“No it’s not.” You complained, “It’s not fair that you always have to deal with this-“

He put a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to come to a halt and look at him, ignoring the way people stopped walking as well, straining their ears to try and listen to what was supposed to be a private conversation.

“It’s okay,” He spoke in a volume that only you could hear, leaving the others around you disappointed, “I have you here, I don’t care about what they’re saying.”

You smiled softly, tense muscles relaxing at your brother's words and leaned in to hug him.

When he wrapped his arms around you, you stuck your middle finger up behind his back at all the onlookers.

And I hate to see her cry

With tears flowing out of your eyes like a waterfall and bottom lip trembling, you rushed through the grass, ignoring the tickle of nature at your ankles, and fell in a heap in front of a tree near the Great Lake.

“What are you doing?” An unexpected voice announced itself from behind you, and you whipped around quickly in alarm, placing a hand over your heart.

“Merlin, Harry,” You scowled slightly, quickly wiping your face with your sleeves and sniffling slightly, “You scared me.”

Instead of apologizing, his eyebrows furrowed at the state you were in, quickly rushing over and putting a hand on your shoulder, “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You grumbled, crossing your arms and turning your head the other way.

“What happened?” He repeated, moving so that he was in front of you and you were forced to look at him.

“Nothing.”

“Y/n.” His voice held a stern tone that you didn’t hear very often, it was the voice that he used to remind you that he was still the older twin, and he cared about you.

“It’s just…” You took a deep breath, “There were some kids… they thought it would be funny to take all my school supplies and throw them off the top of the stairs…” You shrugged, sniffling slightly, “It’s not a big deal.”

His entire face softened and he softly whispered, “Come here,” before sweeping you into a strong embrace that you completely melted into, “It’s okay,” He kissed the top of your head gently, “It’s okay.”

You allowed yourself to shed a few tears, clinging onto your brother like a lifeline.

What you didn’t know was that he was already planning his revenge on the kids that did this to you… Fred and George were always up for pulling a prank on deserving kids.

So I wrote this verse to tell her that I’m always by her side

The screams of students filled your ears as you wove your way through the crowd as quickly as your legs would carry you.

All of Hogwarts had gone up in mayhem when the news reached everyone that death eaters had snuck onto the school grounds and were wreaking havoc.

No one felt safe. No one knew where to go. No one knew what to do. And you didn’t know where your brother was.

“Y/n!” You heard your voice being shouted above all else and you whipped in the direction of the sound.

Harry stood, a few feet away, hair messy, eyes wide, and sweat running down his face.

“What’s happening?” You rushed out as soon as you reached him, panic leaking into you through every pore, “What do we do?”

“I don’t know.” He took your hand in his and squeezed it once, that reminder that he was there and wasn’t leaving anytime soon. That reminder that you always needed, “But we’ll figure it out.”

I wrote this verse to tell her that I’m always by her side

“I feel so helpless.” You admitted, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest.

Harry sighed, dropping his head into his hands from where he sat, “I know, I do too.”

“Who are we supposed to trust?” The question came out as a whisper as you averted your eyes and bit down on your lip.

“I don’t know.” His voice was as quiet as yours.

You both allowed the silence to swallow you whole.

“We can’t go back to Hogwarts in September.” You finally broke through the suffocating stillness.

“No, we can’t.” He agreed.

“Where will we go?”

His eyes finally raised to meet yours, “We’ll go after him, finish what we should have long ago.”

You nodded in understanding, but waited for him to tell you what he always had, that you should stay back. That he should do it by himself, but he never did.

Deciphering your confused facial expressions, he explained, “We’re in this together, always have been. We might as well finish this together too.”

I wrote this verse to tell her that the worlds not perfect, but it’s not that bad

You tried to hide your giggles behind your hand, stifling them as best you could, failing miserably.

“It’s not funny.” Harry grumbled, snatching a napkin off the table and beginning to rub the coffee that he just spilled, off his shirt.

Snickers escaped from the corners of your mouth as you looked at him, “It’s a little funny.”

He turned his eyes up to glare at you, only to have his features soften completely, this was the first time you had smiled- let alone laughed- in weeks.

When you finally sobered up and your grin faded, he couldn’t help but notice that a little spark of happiness was in your eyes that wasn’t there before.

His eyes rolled playfully, “Okay,” He admitted, “Maybe it’s a little bit funny.”

If we got each other, and that’s all we have

The brisk breeze nipped at your skin and you shivered, subconsciously pulling the blanket tighter against you to try and absorb some of its heat.

Harry stirred on the cot beside you, eyes fluttering open slightly and looking at you, curled up in your sleep as you tried not to freeze against the harsh night winds of the woods.

“Incendio.” He mumbled, grabbing his nearby wand and pointing it at the unlit lantern beside you.

Immediately, the warmth from the fire spread all around you and still asleep, your muscles relaxed and your breathing once again evened out.

Smiling slightly, your brother allowed his own eyes to close once again.

I will be your brother, I’ll hold your hand

Taking in a deep breath, you stepped through the secret passage and into the room of requirement, where you were met with the sight and the sound of all your old classmates greeting you and your brother, cheering upon your return.

You glanced over at him, immersed, noticing the way his face was scrunched up slightly, indicating that he was as uncomfortable as you were. You were only there to stop Voldemort before he could hurt anyone else, not give people hope that you would save them. Because there was a chance that you wouldn’t.

Just as your thoughts were beginning to spiral, you felt a hand gently grab yours from the side and squeeze. Harry.

You should know I’ll be there for you

The blending in wasn’t the hard part- for two famous siblings in all of the wizarding world, no one seemed to recognize you- the hard part was not crying out in agony as you looked around at the place you had once called home.

Everything was dark, with a depressing air hanging thickly between everyone and everything. A place that was once bright and full of laughter, was now filled with screams and cries.

Your eyes cut a quick glance at Harry, who looked as if he too was trying not to show much of a reaction in fear of drawing attention to the two of you.

You stuck together, making sure not to get separated as you and a swarm of people were herded like animals into the Great Hall.

A feeling of dread settled into the pit of your stomach as the temperature seemed to drop at the atmosphere of the room alone.

As you walked in, you took note of how Harry had moved to walk in front of you, as if to block you from sight if he was spotted.

Though he was no longer fighting with you to keep you safe, it was little things such as this that he still did to let you know that he was still looking out for you. And you appreciated that more than anything.

When the worlds not perfect

The screams and cries of your friends and teachers shook the walls of the castle, as well as your own heart and soul.

Fighting had broken out when it was realized that you and Harry were back in Hogwarts, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Left and right, enemies and classmates alike fell from blows from the other side. Total strangers fighting for the school that had become as much of a home to them that it had to you and your brother.

That very home was crumbling all around you, being shot at, punched through, and shaken.

Your home was falling right in front of your eyes, the people you had met there following suit. And it was all your fault. For existing, for not being able to stop Voldemort sooner.

People were losing their families and their friends because of the horrible, horrible man.

You had to put an end to it.

When the worlds not kind

You hadn’t been with Harry when Voldemort announced that if the school gave one of you up, then he would spare the rest of them.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that your idiot brother was going to try and sacrifice himself for everyone, just like he always did. Always putting the world before himself.

But you wouldn’t stand for that anymore. For once in your damned lives, you were going to be the one to make the sacrifice instead of him. You were going to be the one protecting him. And you wouldn’t let anyone stop you.

So you made sure to leave for the Forbidden Forest immediately, swerving through the trees with hardly anything on your mind, refusing to let it wander as you focused on saving everyone and everything that you had come to love.

If we have each other, then we’ll both be fine

You should have known that he would already have been there, just outside of the place that Voldemort and his followers were holed up.

He turned to you with wide eyes as you approached, “You shouldn’t be here,” He hissed, “Didn't you hear him? He only wanted one of us.”

“Exactly,” You snapped back, “that’s why I’m here and you’re going to go back to the school.”

Harry shook his head stubbornly, “This isn’t up to you.”

“The hell it isn’t.”

Silence fell over the two of you and a new sense of realization fell over your twin brother's features as his face softened and he held his hand out, waiting for you to take it.

“Then we’ll do it together.” He whispered.

You grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly, “Together.” You repeated.

I will be your brother, and I will hold your hand

You didn’t know why, but Narcissa Malfoy had lied for the two of you, claiming you both to be dead, therefore helping you escape.

Whatever had come over her, you wouldn’t complain, because it gave you both enough time to devise a plan without actually speaking a word.

When Voldemort had been boasting about your deaths, you had both made your move and fell right back into battle. Side by side.

You should know I’ll be there for you

When he was finally defeated, the two of you walked together in silence into the Great Hall, staring with not happiness- but sorrow- at everyone inside.

All seemed happy to be alive, but there were glimmers in their eyes that told you they had lost more that day then they ever should have had to deal with in their lives.

Both of you had lost friends that day as well, but all the others were dead and it was your fault.

You should know I’ll be there for you

“Are we going to be okay?” It was the first word you had spoken since the battle had ended.

Harry glanced over at you before returning his gaze to the castle from your spot alone on the bridge.

“I don’t know.” He answered truthfully, knowing he didn’t have the energy to lie to you, even if it were to comfort you.

“After everything, it feels like forever ago that we first came here.” A far off look had glazed over your eyes as you thought back to the times when becoming a witch was the biggest thing to happen in your life.

His nod was the only indication you received that he heard you.

“If we could go back and do it all over again, would you have chosen to go with Hagrid that first day he showed up?” It was a question that had been chewing away at you for a while, when things started to get really complicated.

It was quiet for a while, the only sounds coming from the nature around you before he spoke up, “I don’t know.” He repeated gently.

You finally looked over at him, taking his hand in yours once more and squeezing it, “Voldemort is gone now, for good. We’re free.”

He gave you a small smile, “He’s gone.” He repeated, shaking your interlocked hands.

It’s LeviOsa 🪄- none yet

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #teen reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter x sister!reader #Harry Potter x reader platonic #sister reader #Harry Potter fanfic

[themoonsbride]

Hiiii, can I request one shot with Jace where Y/n has a terrible nightmares and she wakes up shaking with tears on her cheeks and Jace is there to comfort her with sweet words, kisses and cuddles? 🥺

awww yes!! this is so adorable! I loved writing this, and I hope you love reading it aswell <3 (sorry it's short!)

Bad Dreams.

Summary; Reader wakes up from a nightmare, shaking and crying, Jace wakes up from her cries and comforts her back into sleep.

warnings; mentions/description of a panic attack. (?)

Requested; Yes!

You were groaning and trembling in your sleep. You'd been having nightmares recently, waking up in the middle of the night, breathing heavily and looking around. You didn't understand why these nightmares were haunting you, waiting for you each night you'd went to sleep.

Maybe it was because you'd only recently found out you were a shadow hunter, Sure it could definitely take a mental toll on you from time to time and it was all alot to take in at once, but you'd never expect nightmares to come lurking your way. This was now the 4th night in a row you'd been having them, Jace suspected something was up because each morning you'd seem off, on edge, with dark crescents formed underneath your eyes.

He was worried for you, and you appreciated it more than you could express, but there was a part of you that felt guilty for knowing he had been concerned for you now, each night when you'd gone to sleep. He made sure that your bedroom would be next to his once you were officially welcomed into the institute. He insisted on showing you around and helping you get familiar with the place towards Isabelle and Alec because you seemed strong and loyal, Though he was being honest, it was also because you were attractive, and kind.

He took a liking in you when you first started talking to him, when he'd found out your interests, and likes and dislikes, things that bothered you, things that overfill you with joy. Though you wished you could still participate in your hobbies and interests, it seemed as though you weren't just an ordinary girl like you assumed. When you found out you were a shadow hunter, it seemed as if the world had changed. It didn't seem like there were normal dogs and birds anymore to you, it seemed like angels and demons in disguise and you weren't sure who or what you could trust or beileve anymore.

Maybe this had been the reasoning for your nightmares, no, this was the reasoning behind these dreadful scenes that flashed and boomed inside your mind as you slept.

You found yourself waking up in a panic, almost gasping for air and uncontrollablely shaking, your breathe not calming as much as you tried which soon led into you sobbing, you hadn't even realized you were crying from fear until you could feel something warm and wet spilling from your nostrils, but you didn't care. You were so scared and just wanted it to stop, just wanted it all to stop.

You looked around at your surroundings, trying to force your mind to connect back with reality, but all you could see was either splotches of black and images of your horrific nightmares invading your brain. "No, No, No No No..!" You whispered yelled to yourself subconsciously. Your body grew cold all around as you gripped the sheets that covered your mattress, your eyes blinking repeatedly and heart beating so fast it could practically explode.

That's when suddenly, Jace had awaken from the sound of choked sobs from the wall at the end of his bedroom, he sat up confused as his mind slowly woke up. He heard and soon regonized it was your choked sobs and sat up in a hurry, going to stand and race out of bed, almost tripping and falling over his quilted blanket. "Shit..!" he cursed at his blanket as he shaked it off his foot, his quilt wresting with his ankle, he walked back over in a rush and untangled his foot from his comforter and rushed out the room, leaving his room as quiet as he could.

He rushed through the door of your bedroom and practically ran over to you immediately taking you into his arms, rubbing your back slowly trying to get you to calm down.

"Jace, Jace it was awful!" You cried out in a whisper, as he began stroking your hair instead. "I know, I know, you're okay now."

"I just want it to stop.. I just want it to stop!" You said shakily, as tears rushed down your red cheeks, staining the collar of your shirt and slightly wetting Jace's tank top.

"shhh, it's okay love Im here.." He swooned as he laid the two of you down "I'm here.. You're safe." He hushed you, getting your hyperventilation to slower, soon you were shakily breathing, sharply inhaling every few seconds from your uncontrolled hyperventilating previously, still trying to get it to die down.

"I promise, I'll keep you safe with my life Y/n." He whispered, his hand in your hair, feeling horrible for you to have ended up this way when all you had wanted was a good night's rest.

"I'm sorry Jace, I'm so sorry for waking you up." You spoke faintly, feeling somewhat ashamed of yourself. "No no no, please don't be sorry love." He said immediately.

"I'm relieved I was here to try and help." He spoke into your hair, massaging your scalp gently, holding you close to your chest as he kissed your forehead. He made you forget all about your nightmares, all about how differently you viewed the world now.

The only thing that mattered in this moment, was the affection and love he was giving you as he continued to hold you and kiss your head. You realized there's a possibility he loved you, after remember all your past interactions over time, it was clear to you now, That you loved him too.

And that's when you peacefully fell back asleep, in Jace's arms, while he kissed your head, and played with your hair, until he fell back into his own dreamland himself.

#jace wayland #the mortal instruments #city of bones #jamie bower #jace wayland x reader #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell

[i-have-not-slept]

By The Angel Bingo Prompt — Free Space

Pairing: Malec

This is for the By The Angel Bingo hosted by @malecdiscordserver

For my free space, I chose the prompt Morning Sex

Warning: NSFW

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Alec enjoys mornings, as a rule. Since he was very young, he was drilled to wake up early, ready for whatever the day might decide to throw at him. It’s become a habit, and it’s kind of nice to be awake when most of the world is still silent and sleeping.

For the past five years, mornings have also meant waking up next to Magnus, which is reward enough for anyone. Now, waking up early means that Alec gets to roll over and see Magnus’s face first thing. Every time, it shocks him with how happy he is.

On this particular morning, however, there’s a hefty stack of reports from various Institutes that need the Consul’s attention. So Alec does what he usually does when he wakes up before Magnus: makes a cup of coffee and slides back into bed beside him, balancing the paperwork on his knees.

He takes a brief moment to glance over at Magnus, sprawled out on his side with his limbs going in every direction, uncoordinated and messy as he only is when he’s asleep. In contrast to Alec, Magnus tends to sleep late, sprawling out luxuriously until eight or nine when he’s not working. Alec doesn’t mind at all. If he could, he would simply sit and stare at Magnus until he wakes up. But sadly, there’s work to be done, and so Alec squints down at the first page, trying to concentrate of a description of how the Zagreb Institute took out a hidden nest of Ravener demons.

Magnus sighs in his sleep, rolling onto his stomach, and Alec runs an absent hand through his hair, soothing and caressing until Magnus’s sighs and mutters die down into even breathing again. Alec flicks through the next report, skimming more than actual reading. He signs the final page and sets it aside before reaching for another.

Magnus sighs again, this time a little louder, and Alec glances over at him to check he hasn’t woken up. But no, he’s still soundly asleep. Golden sunlight falls across the curve of his cheek, the long arch of his spine, beautiful little sunspots that Alec wants to press his lips to, kiss the warmth lingering on Magnus’s skin. But these reports aren’t going to sign themselves, and so Alec goes back to reading.

Magnus shifts again, hands now fisting in the pillow under his cheek. He makes another sleepy noise. This one’s not really a sigh, it’s more of a—

Alec stops. He pauses. Then, very deliberately, he puts the report down on the bedside table and looks over at Magnus. He’s still fast asleep, eyes closed and features slack. But now Alec stares at him, feeling every nerve in his body spring to shocked life as Magnus shifts on the mattress and opens his mouth in what is unmistakably a moan.

By the Angel. Alec’s only heard a sound like that from Magnus when he’s been very decidedly awake, and Alec’s usually been the one causing it. He’s never heard Magnus make a single sound like that in his sleep.

But it’s unmistakable. And as Magnus shifts again, Alec’s mouth goes drier than a desert as he realises Magnus’s restlessness isn’t just random movements. He’s— he’s moving his hips. Alec sits there, dumbstruck, as his unconscious husband grinds against the mattress next to him, breath leaving his mouth in little pants, sounding debauched and desperate.

Magnus’s lips part, and he moans, “Alec.” And then again, louder in case Alec somehow didn’t get the message: “Alec!”

Alec’s pulse surges, blood pounding in his ears. Magnus is dreaming about him. What’s happening in his subconscious? Alec is dying to dive inside his mind right now, see exactly what gorgeous, depraved visions Magnus’s semiconscious mind has conjured up. In his dreams, does Alec grab his wrists and pull him closer? Does he push a leg between Magnus’s thighs for him to rut against? Does he pin Magnus against a wall, plastering their bodies together as he grabs Magnus’s thigh in his hand, pushing it up to open him to Alec’s fingers?

Magnus is panting hotly now. His mouth has left a damp patch on the pillow as little puffs of air escape him, accompanied by the occasional “Mmmm.” or “Alec.”

And Alec wants— he wants to wake him up straight away, flip him over and give him the good fuck he so clearly craves. He wants Magnus awake and writhing with pleasure under him. But he has no idea how these kinds of situations work. He has no idea what’s allowed, how far his rights as a husband and a lover extend. Should he wake Magnus up or let him sleep? Should he leave the room? Is Magnus going to want him there when he wakes up? Alec tries to form a coherent thought, mind distracted and addled by the sight of Magnus pushing his knees up towards his chest as he ruts against the pillow under him. The sheet covering him slips further down, exposing more of his back, brown and sun-kissed and glimmering with the faintest sheen of sweat. A little more and it would slip off entirely, exposing the simply glorious curve of his ass. Alec shudders a little with suppressed want. He forces it down, mind racing with indecision as he tries to figure out the best course of action.

As it turns out, he doesn’t need to decide, because the next moment Magnus moans so loud he apparently wakes himself up. He jerks awake, head snapping up and eyes blinking in sleepy confusion. He blinks at Alec, still half-asleep and struggling to focus.

“Magnus.” Alec says, more surprised than anything else.

Magnus blinks at him. “Alec.” he says, his voice thick and heavy from sleep. “What…how…”

Alec just stares at him, and Magnus seems to notice the condition he’s in— rumpled, sweaty, half-asleep and very obviously aroused.

He flushes, cheeks going a dark red that Alec desperately wants to kiss. “Oh.” he says. “Was that…was I…”

“Yes.” Alec says honestly. “You were. Definitely. And you were sort of, um—” He feels his own face flush in turn. “You were sort of…..moving. Against the mattress.

Magnus, if possible, turns even redder. “I’m so sorry. That— that hasn’t happened to me in a long time.” He laughs, sounding self-conscious, and Alec doesn’t get it. Is Magnus— embarrassed? Surely not. Surely Magnus can see that he had absolutely nothing to apologise for, that he makes Alec’s life infinitely better every day simply by existing.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Alec says. He shifts a tiny bit closer to Magnus. “It was….”

Hot, his brain supplies, but he doesn’t know if that’s too much, too soon. Magnus has barely just woken up, after all.

“Interesting.” he finishes, setting for the word that feels safest.

Magnus tilts his head, looking genuinely curious. “Interesting how?”

Alec swallows, aware that the room suddenly feels hotter. What the hell. He’s just going to go for it.

“I was wondering what you were dreaming about.” he confesses.

Magnus’s eyes widen a fraction. His head tilts back towards Alec, and the look in his eyes is just enough to make Alec that little bit bolder.

“What were you dreaming about?” he asks.

Magnus’s eyes flick down to the bedcovers for a moment before he looks up at Alec again.

“Oh,” he says, and there’s a hint of challenge in his eyes. “You want to know, do you?”

“What were you dreaming about?” Alec repeats stubbornly.

Magnus looks at him thoughtfully, a teasing smile spreading across his face. Then he sits up, shuffling around until he’s cuddled up next to Alec, head resting on his shoulder. His eyes sparkle wickedly, and Alec swallows.

“In my dream,” Magnus breathes, running a hand up and down Alec’s arm, “we were in bed together. Like this.” He gives Alec a brief, teasing look. There’s sin deep in those eyes of his, sweeter than honey.

“I was on my side.” Magnus continues. “You were behind me.” He taps his fingers against Alec’s shoulder. “One of your arms was wrapped around my waist. Your other hand was holding my thigh, pushing it up to open me.”

“Magnus.” Alec breathes. He’s not sure if he can take much more of this.

“Have I told you I love your hands?” Magnus teases. He takes one of them and puts it on his chest, over his heart. “So lovely and big and warm…Oh, and I love everything you can do with them, my darling.” He brings Alec’s hand to his mouth and kisses it, then very gently bites Alec’s fingertips.

“It was a very nice dream,” Magnus murmurs, releasing Alec’s hand. He slides languorously down to the bed again, stretching out like a cat. “But a dream just can’t compare to the real thing.”

And Alec feels the last of his resolve break as he reaches out for him. He pushes Magnus over, onto his stomach again, and runs a hand down his back. He’s so gorgeous that Alec thinks his heart might actually stop beating, sending him into cardiac arrest over his husband’s beauty.

And it would be worth it. It would be the most perfect way to die, with Magnus looking at him like that, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy-lidded as he looks at Alec over his shoulder.

Alec mouths over his skin, kissing the golden splashes of sunlight like he’s been craving to do. Magnus’s flesh is warm under his mouth, and he tastes of salt and spices. Alec licks a broad stripe up his back, chasing the flavour. Magnus digs his fingers into the mattress and groans, hips moving in tiny aborted circles against the silk.

“Alec.” he says breathlessly. “Whatever you’re planning on doing, just— hurry up and do it, please.”

“Someone’s impatient.” Alec teases. He sucks on the side of Magnus’s neck, just below his ear, suctioning the skin until a bruise starts to form. Magnus’s back arches and he tries to grab the sheets, but the smooth gold silk offers no purchase. He scrabbles ineffectually, hands sliding as he lets out small frustrated whimpers.

Alec decides the teasing’s gone on long enough. He lifts himself off Magnus and reaches across the bed to grab the pillow Magnus had been grinding against mere minutes before. He taps Magnus’s hip. “Up.” Magnus complies instantly, raising his hips enough for Alec to slide the pillow underneath, bringing him into an arch with his pelvis raised.

Alec drapes himself over him, plastering his front to Magnus’s back. He’s been hard this whole time, and his cock is trapped between their bodies, pressed into the small of Magnus’s back where he can no doubt feel it.

For a moment Alec thinks Magnus is too far gone to do magic, but then he waves his hand with a weak groan and a bottle of lube appears in Alec’s hand. He sits back on his haunches for a moment and applies a generous amount to Magnus’s entrance before dipping a finger inside him.

He clenches down immediately, clearly desperate for anything in him at all. Alec smirks. He curls his finger up towards Magnus’s spine, knowing exactly where all of his nerves are, exactly where to touch and press to make him writhe.

He adds a second finger and Magnus rolls his hips on them, hands clenching and unclenching as he presses down deeper and deeper. Alec curls his fingers in a beckoning motion, and Magnus’s muffled half-scream is the sweetest music in the world to his ears.

Angel, he’s beautiful. Alec could spend the rest of his life in this moment, never leaving this perfect tableau of sunlight and silk and Magnus, Magnus, Magnus. He can’t wait any longer, overwhelmed by the visceral need to be joined to him. To melt together until he can no longer tell where his body ends and Magnus’s begins. To press their bodies together until their very essences bleed into each other.

Alec sprawls out over him again, this time guiding himself to the wet, delicious warmth of Magnus’s body. Magnus rocks back to meet him as Alec presses forward, every inch that he sinks into Magnus like coming home. It’s absolute perfection. He feels Magnus suck in air, taut and trembling as Alec pushes fully into him, until he’s as deep as he can possibly go, their bodies fused together from shoulders to toes. Magnus moans breathlessly and sprawls loose and pliant under him. “Alec…”

His hands flex restlessly, and Alec slides his hands over Magnus’s, threading his fingers through his husband’s and linking their hands together. Magnus’s fingers curl tightly around his as Alec rolls his hips slowly, pressing Magnus against the mattress before drawing up again, pulling almost all the way out of him before sinking back in again. His hips move in slow, deep circles, a motion that has Magnus arching back and chasing Alec’s hips with his own.

“‘M here.” Alec assures him. He keeps moving, slow and deliberate, pressing a kiss to the back of Magnus’s neck before dropping his head down to whisper in his ear.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Alec murmurs to him, “all laid out like this, with the sunlight on your skin.” He thrusts into him again, deep and languorous, and Magnus’s legs shake where they’re pressed against Alec’s. Alec can feel the drops of sweat gathering and rolling down his calves. Magnus is close, he can tell. No surprise, considering he’d clearly gotten worked up from rutting against the mattress just moments ago.

“Want to spend every morning like this with you.” Alec continues. He brings one hand to Magnus’s hip, squeezing it, angling his pelvis up just the tiniest fraction more, making Magnus shudder at the new angle. “When I saw you— moaning my name in your sleep— that was so hot.”

“Alexander.” Magnus gasps, eyelids fluttering and mouth falling open.

“Magnus.” Alec breathes to him in the same tone, and it’s on the next roll of his hips that Magnus cries out comes, walls clamping down hard on Alec's cock. His whole body spasms, hands clawing at the sheets so hard Alec is certain they’ll rip, until he goes utterly limp, panting with his face pressed against the mattress.

Alec fucks him through it, the vibrations of Magnus’s body drawing him closer and closer to the edge, until he can’t hold back any more and comes with one final deep thrust. It catches him off guard, every time, how every nerve in his body draws tighter than a bowstring, tense and trembling, then something snaps and he’s spilling inside Magnus, vision whiting out from the intensity of it. And then afterwards, that exhausted, heavy feeling that makes all his limbs relax as he melts against Magnus, craving the warmth of his skin.

After a few long, hazy moments, Alec comes back to himself just enough to kiss the back of Magnus’s neck. “Was that good?” he murmurs into Magnus’s ear, voice thick and drowsy. “Did you enjoy it?”

Magnus still seems barely capable of speech. He nods, incoherently, and turns his head so Alec can lean in and kiss him. He gasps softly against Alec’s lips, and Alec can’t help feeling a twinge of smug satisfaction. Magnus is usually so eloquent, so poised, and yet Alec has the ability to turn him into a shivering, sweaty mess of limbs, so drunk on desire he can barely speak. Alec isn’t normally a proud person, but he’s proud of this. He looks at Magnus, lost in a hazy, post-coital flush, and thinks, I did that. I did that to him.

“Did I enjoy it?” Magnus gets out eventually. He blinks at Alec, brow furrowing into something resembling a glare. “Does your ego really need an answer to that?”

Alec can’t help it; he grins and wraps his arms around Magnus. “I’ll take that as a yes?”

Magnus slowly eases himself over onto his back, causing Alec to slip out of him. Magnus instantly reaches out to pull Alec down against him again, wrapping his arms around Alec’s shoulders. Alec rests his chin on Magnus’s chest, looking down into his honey-gold eyes.

Magnus taps a finger against Alec’s lips. “That,” he says, “was the best morning sex I’ve ever had. Ever.” He pulls Alec’s head down and kisses his nose. Alec scrunches up his face and Magnus laughs, the happiest noise in the world.

Alec pulls back and looks at him thoughtfully for a second. Then he leans down and kisses Magnus properly, coaxing his mouth open, warm and a little messy and perfect. Alec kisses along the curve if Magnus’s jaw and presses openmouthed kisses to his neck.

“My Alexander.” Magnus murmurs against his ear. “How you spoil me.”

“No more than you deserve.” Alec breathes. It’s true— Magnus deserves the world. Alec could spend the rest of his life worshipping him and it still wouldn’t be as much as Magnus deserves. It’s an honour and a privilege to wake up beside him every morning. To see him in all his unguarded glory, the way no one else gets to see him, open and vulnerable and entirely Alec’s.

Magnus pushes on his chest, and Alec takes the hint, sitting up cross-legged and leaning back. Magnus sits upright gracefully and flows into his lap, legs twining around Alec’s hips. He pulls Alec in and kisses him again, hands threading through Alec’s hair. “Thank you, darling.” he whispers, and Alec thinks that, as mornings go, this one started pretty well. Considering he’d intended to spend it signing Clave reports, ending up with golden sunlight and a lapful of Magnus is a much, much more agreeable state of affairs.

#malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec fanfic #by the angel bingo #fanfic challenge #tsc #shadowhunters #cassandra clare #the shadowhunter chronicles #alec lightwood bane #magnus lightwood bane

[myadmiringmind]

Dating Jace Herondale HCs

Jace Herondale Masterlist

|This is all randomly out together so I apologize|

Warnings: mentions of traumatic past

Notes; |PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

He’s insanely protective

He hates when you go places without him because he worries too much

He has his eyes on you when you’re in the same room together, sometimes without even realizing

At the beginning his kisses were hard and rough

He still kisses rough but also with passion

His kisses kind of reflect his emotions.

At the beginning he doesn’t really understand or he doesn’t want to feel these things for you because of how he was brought up

But over time his kisses get more passionate

He kisses hard, like the two of you could not be any closer

His kisses are hard and passionate because when he loves someone he loves them entirely

Again, because of the way he was brought up he’s worried that since he cares for you so much he could lose you

So every kiss kind of feels like a last kiss without it meaning to

He really just wants to keep you safe

Even if he knows you can handle yourself he’s the first to stupidly throw himself in front of you if something went wrong

He will protect you with his life

If you get hurt he gets angry

Finds someone to blame, and sometime blames himself or you

That’s probably what leads to arguments is if you’re hurt and he keeps reminding you how you should’ve done this or that

He truly cares about you but he has a terrible way of showing it

If he feels like he’s been rejected it’s like all the way back to stage one

He loves your praises

Would purposely do something (probably something stupid) just to get your attention and praise

Probably wants your attention 24/7

Like he is honestly a child

Would never admit it but he’s clingy

Might follow you around most of the day if he’s just bored

He likes to talk and he likes it if you listen

He can also be a listener though

PDA

Like he kind of does it subconsciously sometimes

He wants you close and protected so he has his arm around you

He doesn’t want you to fall behind so he holds your hand

If Jace thinks someone else is interested in you he’ll laugh about but secretly be nervous

If you show some sort of friendliness to them he’ll probably take it terribly and be an ass about it

Like I said, he wants all of your attention

And he’s not one to be friendly so he might honestly interrupt a conversation just to ask you something

But if you came to ask him something he’d probably ignore the person he’s talking to, to see what you want

He doesn’t really care about other peoples opinions

Unless it’s someone he cares about

Which isn’t a lot

If someone didn’t approve of your relationship he’d probably just act like, “Okay, I don’t give a fuck.”

He loves head scratches

Like his eyes roll in pleasure when your nails run over his scalp

Jace doesn’t want you to nessacarily mess with his hair though

Like if you wanted to braid it or something he’d raise an eyebrow and say, “no.”

eats your food

He’s so non-chalant about it too

If you’re eating something he likes he’ll just take some for himself without even asking

And if it really bothers you he won’t do it

But if you’re just saying something like, “You should ask before you take someone else’s food” he’s just shrugs and takes another piece

But if you do it to him he raises an eyebrow at you

He won’t care that much though

Make out sessions leave you breathless

He’s very skilled in making out

Jace is most likely the best kisser you’ve ever had

He’s also really skilled with his fingers

He definetly makes a lot of jokes about you being obsessed with him

But everyone knows he’s also obsessed with you

If he loves you, he litterally doesn’t see other girls

If other girls find him attractive it’ll boost his ego but at the same time he doesn’t care

Wouldn’t cheat on you

You own his heart and soul, even if he was mad at you he could never look at another girl the same, not when you exist

Cares about his siblings opinions on you

Especially Alec’s

Alec and Isabelle would def be skeptical about you at first but once they realize how much Jace cares for you they’re willing to give you a chance

And if they end up liking you then that’s the final confirmation that Jace wants you in his life forever

Max doesn’t care

If Jace likes you then he likes you

Jace doesn’t want to imagine a future without you

He fidgets a lot

Dates with him can be fun

He’s an active body and care barely sit still so most of your dates are some sort of physical activity

Or something that requires a lot of walking

He’s the type of person that gets reminded of you everywhere he goes

He sometimes finds it annoying

Other times it can be comforting

He does not want to open up about his traumatic past with anyone, even you

And Jace just doesn’t cry

He probably couldn’t cry if it saved his life

If Jace cried… something awful must of happened

And if he’s upset enough to cry then he gets angry

Sometimes he goes to the piano or the training room if he’s lost in thought

A lot of times you’ll be in the music room doing whatever while Jace works at the piano

He likes your prescence

It comforts him that you’re there because your safe and he just likes that you’re with him

He’s probably not a big hugger

And by that I mean he probably hasn’t hugged anyone in a good year

But he’s fine with that

But he does like getting hugs from his loved ones

He almost never initiates hugs either

He’s a more live in the moment kind of person

He doesn’t enjoy thinking over the past all too much because it stresses him out

And he doesn’t want to worry about the far future either

I wouldn’t say he’s a big cuddled nessacarily

But over time you end up cuddling

But he won’t call it ‘cuddling’

Overall he’s a decent boyfriend

He cares for you and your well-being

But can also be stubborn and lash out

Overtime it decreases because you hold him accountable for it

You are his lover not his parent and you are not going to take care of him like a child

But that doesn’t mean you stop calling him out on his bs

He really respects your opinion and wants you to think highly of him

Something he’s always wanted with others as well but is more communitive about it with you

If the relationship is going to work he knows he needs to be more open

Because it’s not fair or right to you if he expects you to be okay with all his impulse negative emotions that are wrongly directed at you

Magnus even admitted that Jace comes to see him for impromptu therapy sessions

Though Jace definitely doesn’t call them that

He says he asks because Magnus is old and he’s bound to have some good relationship advice

Like every relationship you both still have some communication problems here and there

But the two of you actually end up being a very mature and open couple

Because both of you acknowledged your faults and worked to correct them

Not to mention you have both kind of molded around each other

You still have separate lives of course but you both always have each other in the back of your mind

Your relationship has also somewhat become something to look up to

Because you know these ShadowHunters do not sort out their problems with each other

But Jace has never been the average Shadowhunter either

at the end of the day Jace would sacrifice everything for you

Because that’s what you are to him

And he never fails to show it

#the mortal instruments #jace herondale x reader #jace herondale fluff #jace lightwood #jace herondale #jace wayland #jace wayland x reader

[panlight]

Hello!

One thing that baffles me is how Renee and Siobhan's gifts are brushed over? These 2 have the most powerful/course-altering gifts, but we are instead so focused on the Jane/Alec/Alice/Bella's gifts?

Siobhan could potentially influence reality! If this power was real, she could play 'god' and end the Volturi single-handedly if she wanted, because whatever she desires could become the reality.

Renee's (potential) mental-persuasion power is obviously more of a speculation, but if it was real, she obviously poses a huge threat and could directly influence the Volturi, or turn their own guards against them.

Why would Aro and the Volturi not be more concerned about them? Is it because the powers are unconfirmed and/or of a weaker form? Even then, powers could be developed, and given the gravity of the implications, I would have thought they would keep a very close watch on them (more so than the attention given to them in the books). Better safe than sorry.

I'm going to guess that in Renee's case, SM didn't come up with that until later. I think her original version of Renee was just supposed to be this quirky, free-spirited "I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom!" type but as the books progressed (and as she wrote different versions of the same book but continued to have Renee as a character in each), Renee became more narcissistic and terrible and she eventually came up with this idea that she had a latent power all along and that's why she turned out like she did.

And on the one hand that's interesting, I guess, but on the other it's a strange choice for SM to make because it undermines Bella and Renesmee's specialness to a degree. That is, she's made is clear these gifts can be inherited, so now when I think about the books and how everyone is just falling all over themselves to support and love Bella and later Renesmee, is it actually because they are Good and Worthy or is it because everyone is picking up on a similar subconscious mental "help meeeeeeee" frequency that they inherited from Renee?

With Siobhan what fascinates me is that Siobhan herself isn't fully convinced she has a gift; how much more powerful would she be if SHE believed in it? Wouldn't that create a loop of making herself more powerful? Because really, her power to bend reality to her will can spiral into horrifying if you think about it too much. It's like Imprinting and the Alpha orders in a way -- can she rob you of your free will and make you do what SHE wills?

As for why the Volturi doesn't care, I think it's because SM didn't care. They feel like sort of fun little seasonings peppered in that she might have thought of at the last minute, not gifts that actually like, matter to the story. Siobhan might joke that she willed the Volturi confrontation to end peacefully, but the narrative gives Bella and her shield all the credit, so Siobhan still just feels like an afterthought. And with Renee I'm not entirely convinced she didn't just make up her gift when writing Midnight Sun all these years later.

Because, yeah, both of these gifts can veer of into mind-control pretty quickly, and Renee's is especially scary because she doesn't even know she's doing it!

#asks

[alexanderlightweight]

Writing Wednesday prompt ?!

Sorry if I'm too early, but it's Wednesday already where I am. Also I hope I understood correctly that you accept writing prompts on Wednesdays?

Cause I had this idea stuck in my head. What if Valentine used Asmodeus for experimentations on Alec before he was born? And what if those experiments resulted in Alec being addicted almost instantly to Magnus' magic and naturally inclined to submit to him?

Thank you! So because my hours are weird if a prompt comes in before prompts were officially open I just get to it first when I start. This was a fun prompt and let me explore some headcanons I already have. I hope you enjoy where I went with it.

—

There’s something between them from the moment they meet.

A spark, as Magnus stares at the gorgeous, competent shadowhunter retrieving his dagger.

Then the moment is lost because Magnus can’t risk his and his people’s life for a pretty face.

But they meet again and again and Magnus feels an urge, like if he reached out to touch, he could take.

So he teases with his words.

— no matter how much he wants to dance his fingers across broad shoulders or drag a nail down the tempting line of Alec’s defense rune—

Magnus has never seen the appeal of angelic runes before.

But he does now.

He wants to defile Alexander.

And he desperately wants Alec to want him too.

—

It culminates with Luke convulsing on Magnus’ couch and Magnus is drained.

He’s had a full day of clients and usually, he’s smart enough so that emergencies don’t make it to him. His loft is notoriously too tightly warded to be found without permission or sacrifice.

He only lets it be found now… because he hopes it will be Alec to find him.

And it is. Eventually. When Magnus is flagging and failing and falling.

And then strong arms catch him,

And Magnus takes what’s offered eagerly.

Alexander’s nephilim energy blooms for him, like an eager flower opening for a bee.

And Magnus takes the nectar offered hungrily.

It’s smoother than any transfer he’s ever done. Alexander’s energy soothes Magnus’ aches and replenishes Magnus’ magic like they’re two sides of the same coin.

And Magnus goes too far, he takes too much and suddenly time is still.

There is an open tether in Alexander’s soul, behind his angelic energy and curled deep into the essence of his being. Magnus has only felt the tether of a nephilim to their divine sire once before, and this is nothing like that.

Alexander’s is unbound. There is an angelic presence, an annoyed but insistent tug as if Raziel is trying to reclaim Alec’s soul.

But Magnus watches as the tether twists and when the angelic power touches it, it flinches and shies away.

And so does Raziel.

The annoyance grows and the angel tries once more, in what Magnus is realizing must be a common occurrence, before finally retreating.

The tether wilts in relief, as though this tug and burn is destroying Alec’s soul touch by touch.

But that magic.

That is familiar magic.

That’s the kind of magic Magnus was born from. The kind of magic his soul cradles.

And Magnus reaches out and touches it.

—

Alec drifts.

He’s dreaming and for once it’s a nice dream. The first he’s maybe ever had and he sinks into it, marveling in the safety of a peaceful slumber.

His mind is murmuring strange things to him in a low, soothing voice.

“Oh darling, that was too much for you. So good though. So perfect, Alexander, darling. You were so good for me. You’re perfect. And you’re mine.”

It feels like a benediction. As if Alec finally has been blessed by Raziel’s consideration and praise as all nephilim hope for.

But Alec doesn’t know why his mind would make Raziel sound like Magnus. He doesn’t know why his subconscious is telling him such strange, foreign things.

But it has to be a dream, because Alec is never perfect when he’s awake.

—

Magnus will never forget Valentine’s actions and he will never forgive them.

And he finds that his heart can still be broken by the actions of a dead man.

Valentine —because as much as he hates her, Maryse would never have done it— brutalized an infant, possibly unborn Alec.

He tore a helpless, vulnerable babe from the soul cradle of its divine sire and he infected it with Edom’s flame.

The hellfire is well contained, but it’s ravenous and wounded.

It existed in the tether, keeping Raziel away and slowly devouring more of Alec to feed itself.

It’s grotesque and it’s an abomination and Magnus coaxes that little tainted flame with his own magic and fire until he coaxes it into his own soul.

And then he claims it and Alexander with it.

Perhaps, if he’d been willing to risk it, he could have taken the taint and amputated the tether. There is a chance Raziel could have finally won without Edom’s claim.

But why would he, when Magnus will take better care of Alexander than Raziel ever did.

—

Alec wakes feeling more weak than he ever has, but also more settled.

That awful, restless ache that has constantly grown in his chest is finally soothed, and it guides him now.

Magnus. He needs Magnus.

He trips getting out of the bed and catches himself on the wall. He’s not wearing what he was, but the pants are more comfortable than anything he’s ever worn.

Finding the door is hard when his chest is pulsing with a claim.

A call that every instinct tells him to obey.

He gets through the door and hears voices. Specifically he hears Magnus' voice.

It both soothes and ignites him and he gets down the hall, stumbling into the room. He notices they aren’t alone and promptly ignores it.

Jace, Clary, Luke, Simon.

None of them matter.

Nothing matters but getting to Magnus.

Brown eyes widen and briefly flare a fierce gold when they catch sight of him. Alec doesn’t pause even though it's pretty.

He lurches forward, climbs into Magnus lap and tucks his head into Magnus’ neck.

He licks the skin there hungrily and settles as magic sparks against his mouth.

Finally, he’s with Magnus.

—

Magnus knew there would be a reaction and while he wasn’t expecting this.

He can’t say he’s displeased.

Though he could have done without the audience of shocked children and injured werewolf about them.

“Stop gaping before I freeze your faces that way.” He threatens, his hand protectively on Alexander’s back as he holds him closer. “I did say I’d need virgin shadowhunter energy, Jace. And you called your parabatai to my aid. He gave me nearly all of his own strength. There’s a cost to magic like that. A tie that sometimes forms.”

Magnus lies with the ease of eight hundred years and turns a sharp smile to them.

“As the only other option for it was Clarissa, I think we can all be happier with this outcome and you all can leave while I help him recover.”

The deliberate mention of Clary as a possibility changes the energy of the room immediately. Simon and Jace both step closer to her, protectively hovering and Magnhs rolls his eyes.

“Oh now you agree on something. Now the four of you run along on your big mission to infiltrate a mundane police department. You can use Simon’s car and your handy runes to get Luke somewhere else. My loft is not a resort or a charity spa and I have my own business to finish.”

Magnus has been playing nice with these shadowhunters. But he has what he wants, so he’s done being generous.

As soon as his loft is empty he reactivates his original wards. The wards that allow only three others to find his lair.

Alexander is pressing greedy, sloppy kisses to Magnus neck, sucking marks in his eagerness to catch the magic sparking from his skin.

Magnus pets a hand down Alec’s bare back and soothes his muscles with magic. The first deliberate touch of magic is enough for Alec to go boneless and limp in Magnus' lap.

“Magnus,” Alexander murmurs. The way a Saint might say a prayer. “Let me stay?”

Like a priest might beg for a miracle.

Magnus hesitates for a moment and first, releases his glamour.

And Alexander—

Alexander is looking at Magnus like Magnus is the reason he’s still breathing. Like Magnus is the sun strengthening his branches and the rain nourishing his roots.

And that’s not magic.

Magic can make Alec crave it, need it, but it won’t make him like it.

And Magnus releases a breath of relief, a little awed smile growing as Alec leans forward and kisses the corner of his eye. Magnus pulls him closer, pressing a gentle, careful kiss to Alec’s cheek and murmurs:

“Alexander, I’ll never let you go.”

#shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #immortal husbands #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #lumine does words #anon prompt #anon answered #anon reply #prompt fill #prompt fic #my fics #my fanfic #my ficlets #words are a weapon and i do with them what i can #shadowhunter au

[fireycircus]

I’ve been thinking about Mother 3 a bit and I want to share some things that I think are really cool.

First thing’s first:

I Love Ionia so much

Well I love all the Magi honestly, but Ionia is like my favorite non party member character. She’s so interesting to me with how serious she is about the dark dragon’s awakening compared to the other Magi. The Magi seem very nonchalant about the fate of the islands except for her. I think this ties into how she has more relationships with the people living there. She’s a good friend to Alec while the other Magi don’t know him and I suspect she was the main person to raise Kumatora. Its stated that the Magi were given Kumatora but I don’t think a lot of them did much with her. By how Kumatora acts with Doria when she falls at her house, it seems to me they aren’t particularly close. But Kumatora is close to Ionia. The scene at Chupichupyoi temple is one of my favorites because of this. Ionia knows and understands Kumatora probably the most out of any npc we encounter. And the way Kumatora reacts to Ionia’s disappearance fucking KILLS ME. The game doesn’t let you hang onto that moment much, but it’s always stuck out to me. Previously Kumatora hasn’t really shown much sadness, only points of anger and frustration when things upset her. So to see her genuinely sad about something tells me just how close she was to Ionia.

Random Discussion Point 2: I think it’s really neat how Psi awakenings act like a subconscious defense system. I’ll keep this one brief. Every time someone awakens to new Psi it’s because of a dangerous situation, usually massive strikes of lightening or Psi being directed at them or even the fevers they get. I like the extra context behind the nature of Psi.

And lastly, some stuff about Locria. It’s really hard to feel any empathy for Locria after we’ve known them as Fassad. However, when you think about how Porky basically corrupted them first it gets kinda sad. The mouse in Locria’s house says that they used to dote over them excessively. I think it’s important to note that the detail of goodness we get about Locria is one to do with animals. We all know that what they did to Salsa was messed up. Porky made everything on the Nowhere Islands do a complete 180 and it’s fitting that he started by making one of it’s native inhabitants who is spiritually connected to the islands his first target. I can’t imagine what he did or said to make Locria change so horrifically.

*I saw an interpretation in the reblogs that Locria was always like that and they were just given an outlet to be the worst they could be. I like this idea as well, since it still gives impact to the plot while showing that some people just aren’t redeemable or have a good reason for doing bad. I wanted to share my thoughts with the person who added that but it was a tag so I added it in editing if that’s okay.

Anyways that’s all, just had to get these thoughts out of my system

#mother 3 #mother #ionia mother 3 #kumatora #locria mother 3 #media analysis #long post #mother series #earthbound

[trashendence]

#mitchell the antithesis of Buck's sperm donation...

this is a fairly recent hyperfixation of mine, one i’m very passionate about and that i hope makes sense.

so. a central point made in 5x06 is that mitchell doesn’t want nolan to know it’s his heart he is receiving. he wants his son to stay as far away from his life and memory as possible because nolan is a good kid and he deserves better than falling into the same patterns his father fell into. having mitchell’s dna and heart is somehow not enough to “contaminate” nolan, his choices, his future. but knowing could. knowing could drag him down with mitchell, bridge the years they spent apart in the worst of ways. and, really, this is the antithesis of why connor chose buck. connor chose buck because he is a good person who cares about others and he hopes his future kid can be a good person too, despite not having any - or very limited - direct contact with buck himself. buck’s dna somehow eases connor’s worries, makes him hope in a bright life, a good future, a biological legacy that shapes who his kid will be. but - and here’s the catch - what if buck subconsciously follows mitchell’s reasoning, instead? what if him wanting children is a dream tainted by the fear of contaminating them with what he perceives as his countless failures and his inability to be loved by someone who can simply choose not to? what if he’s mitchell and he’s giving a part of himself while trying to avoid giving all of himself? seeing himself as a sum of separate parts, once again. and still, it’s the very reason he was chosen.

and there is so much of eddie in everything here; eddie who is actively asked to be the keeper of mitchell’s secret while buck does not plan on telling him about his (at least not on purpose). it’s so fascinating that both secrets are just waiting to be revealed - nolan can literally read about the mayhem on the day of his transplant outside his hospital, about who caused it, and do simple math; connor’s child will probably know from their parents when they’re old enough; 2 seconds spent eavesdropping and buck’s secret is out too-. so is the act of donating life in semi-secret more about the fathers seeking redemption (from a cycle of absent parents they both suffered from, from other regrets) than it is about the secrecy itself?

(a redemption that, especially in buck’s case, not only asks him to remove himself from the happiness he desires in order for it to exist, but to pay even more so that someone else can be happy instead.)

@sorryalecwho’s majestic brain pointed out mitchell’s “me dying and him living maybe makes the world a better place” and called it the Evan Buckley Thesis in relation to daniel, the people he helps, eddie….eddie who’s the one to correct mitchell and ask him: “you think that’s a feel-good ending for him?” which- i’m still staring into the void thinking about that, thanks alec. trusting eddie to do the right thing for nolan was the last thing mitchell did and, under a layer of jokes about jerking off, buck thought eddie would’ve done the “right thing” for him too: trying to stop him. that, he got wrong because he didn’t factor in the importance eddie gives to choice, but buck’s premises were valid: eddie sympathizing with mitchell as a dad cannot work here because buck is not acting as a dad, he’s acting as a wounded son - and eddie will always protect the wounded son.

oh boy did i keep talking.

#this is a patchwork of past posts i made about this - enjoy #thank you for the juicy af ask as always my friend #special thanks to alec too #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #iri got asked

[khaleesiofalicante]

What do you think is something Rafael and max hate about their parents or something Lance and Arthur hate about theirs?

This really made me think oof. Because I feel this is very fic specific. Like for example, Max hating that Magnus 'for leaving' and Lance hating David for 'divorcing Max' etc.

But in general....hm. Okay. I don't think it's the same answer for both siblings. And all of this is contextual!

Max - I think he'd 'hate' Alec's sense of duty a little bit. This is something I'm trying to explore in the rwrb au. In other words, he wishes Alec would set the bar low and stop (subconsciously) expecting people to meet his standards. This might be controversial, but I think Max might sometimes resent the closeness between Rafe and Magnus. He's close with Alec, but not like this. So, maybe he wishes Magnus would be less obvious (although he's more oblivious) about his liking of Rafael.

Rafael - I often feel Alec sees Rafael as an adult. Even when he is not. He has completely different expectations for Max and Rafael and I think Rafael hates it sometimes, even though he'll hardly say anything about it. Because he himself has internalised those expectations. Hard to say what he hates about Magnus. Maybe it's the fact that Magnus has a tendency to put other people first and that frustrates Rafael?

Lance - I don't think he hates it. But I do think sometimes it frustrated Lance that Max will choose David over anything and just do whatever he wants. This was explored a lot in IALS. As for David, I think Lance hates that David allows people (including Lance) to hurt him and he wishes David would set better boundaries - especially with the people he loves.

Arthur - I don't think Arthur hates or dislikes either of his parents in any way. He is truly just a baby.

#my fics #lightwood bane family

[lakesbian]

under what circumstances does alec use the phrase "dear old dad". you mentioned you knew them but did not elaborate

i have to confess i still need to reread worm so i can be 110% sure about this answer instead of just 99%. but the thing is that fanfictions always depict him just saying Dear Old Dad any old fucking time like it's his default phrase for his father. it is not. in reality if he's referring 2 his father in normal conversation he usually just casually says "my dad," and when he's referring to his father in his head he usually uses the more distant "father." (which is interesting! he plays it Cool, Casual, and Normal in front of other people but doesn't use the more casual/personal term in his more uncensored thoughts.) he says "dear old dad" specifically when he's being sarcastic or sardonic--it's an ironic, grimly mocking juxtaposition between the affectionate phrase & his father's behavior. it's why the only time the phrase is used in his interlude is this (abridged for brevity) (spot the usages of 'father'):

So he’d thrown a tantrum, started screaming...One of father’s ‘girls’ came in and tried to quiet him down. When he hadn’t, she’d clamped a hand over his mouth. It hadn’t been enough. Dear Old Dad had come marching out of the master bedroom...Father had taken two or three seconds to assess the situation before using his power on Alec.

it's also worth noting that he doesn't just say 'dear old dad'--he also says 'dear old mom' in reference to sophia's mom during his interlude:

“Well,” he said, his tone dry. He had to cough to keep himself from letting her anger turn his voice into a growl. “You sure rose above that shit, treating your classmates like you do, getting in fights, not helping out dear old mom.”

in this case it's not an ironic reference to sophia's mom's behavior--from his perspective, sophia's mom is 1. good and 2. someone he's actually subconsciously envious of her for having--but he's being sarcastic in general, and sarcastic about sophia's strained relationship with her mother. after all, sophia would in no way regard her as 'dear.' tl;dr 'dear old dad' isn't actually alec's default phrase for his father he just has a habit of prefixing the names of particularly un-dear people with "dear old" when he's being bitter or sarcastic.

(also re prior point about 'dad' v. 'father.' i can't imagine heartbreaker wanting his son to call him dad instead of father or sir lmao. i think it's likely that 'dad' is the more casual/relaxed/normal front alec frequently unconsciously puts on for other people and 'father' is the term alec actually used for him + what alec lapses back into in his head both out of familiarity with it & because it's more distant.)

#ask #worm spoilers #alec essays #<- not really but i know i'll want to link it again later so it goes there for now

[n0brainjustvibes]

AU where Chris* finds out exactly what Amy did to Victoria, emphasis on the mind-rape and paralysis, and is so incandescently pissed on Victoria's behalf for reasons he can't really articulate (he doesn't even like her) that instead of teaming with Amy for the Shin takeover he backstabs her hard. An "I will avenge my teammate for totally not projection reasons" à la Alec interlude. He still kills Goddess btw and that's also incredibly satisfying and he's also not sure why.

His imperatives demand that he takes over Shin but subconsciously he'd look for any excuse not to. The AU Chris in my head is not at all interested in politicking, he's a Science Boy here to do Science and his preferred interpretation of "action, and make it big" involves:

a) bio-tinkering "art" à la Bonesaw (with himself as his piéce de resistance, because he's awesome and no other reason [he wants to reclaim his body and he can't stand the thought of doing to others what Lab Rat did to him])

b) subtle, letter-of-the-law defiance of Lab Rat. Hence again the "convert MYSELF" which will be flamboyant, but will also deface LR's work; the "publicly kill a mind-controller", which is grand, but also kind of symbolic mayhaps...

If he wants to give in to LR's programming a bit more, though, I think he should blow up the moon. One-upping String Theory indisputably by achieving her goal? Yeah, that would satisfy the imperative. [It would also make the world uninhabitable, but hey, there are plenty of spares now!]

*The secret au chris in my head. Not the canon guy. I'm not going for canon compliance here I'm going for fun

#chris elman #rambles #fanfic ideas #the secret chris that lives in my head #lab rat #my little transhumanism dude #ward #ward spoilers

[tys-kitty]

Well it ain't quite a cottage, but I do live in the country! It's one of those small everyone-knows-everyone towns and there are at least 5 other towns in walking distance.

I don't mind London as a day trip. During the summer my mama and I are going up on the train to visit some of the museums and see a show, but I don't think I could handle being there long term. I'm very much a homebody, you know? Most of mom's side of the family is down here with us, and I think if I didn't have that support system I would break down in a week.

I first read the Percy Jackson books when I was eleven, and I was practically vibrating waiting for the show. In the books it always broke my heart that Percy had to tell Annabeth her brother was a traitor, but honestly Annabeth being there made it so much worse! Leah is such a brilliant actress that I almost started crying!

If the picture Percy keeps of Annabeth in the next season is not one of her at Disney world, I may actually riot! "Be a kid" MY HEART

I think the angst may be one of the reasons QoAaD is my favourite. Sometimes you just need a good cry and a hopeful ending, you know?

(Also the art piece in particular I was talking about was this piece

https://images.app.goo.gl/hkPrdB6a1ad5YrB48 )

Sorry for ruining St. Valentines day for you, I guess? I know it's kind of morbid but I love the story. It's one of the only holidays I actually observe.

So I had never heard any of the songs you picked, so here's a running commentary:

Say don't go

"I would stay forever if you say 'don't go' " HOLY GUACAMOLE ITS SO KIT

"And I'm yours but you're not mine" I don't know if this is what you were thinking but I think to the Blackthorns (at least subconsciously) they're always gonna be Ty's Kit and Livvy's Ty.

"I said 'I love you'/you say nothing back" ITS LITERALLY THEM

"But you won't" it's so them it's actually painful

Into you

"A different country, yeah, maybe that'd be better" Kit absolutely heard this song and took it literally

"I wish we didn't have so many friends in common" that is in fact the downside of making friends with your crushes family and only your crushes family

"So I don't run right into you/even though that what I wanna do" it's so Kit it hurts

"I'm so defenceless when it comes to you" I fully believe Ty, Tessa, Jem and Jace are the only people to really see through Kit's guard (maybe dru, I haven't finished Secrets of Blackrhorn Hall yet)

I miss you, I'm sorry

"You said 'forever' in the end I fought it/please be honest are we we better for it?" Honestly, I think even if the resurrection hadn't happened, they still would have ended up splitting up for a bit, if only so Ty could learn to be just-Ty and not Ty-and-Livvy

"You said 'forever' and I almost bought it" I'm crying

"Nothing happened in the way I wanted/every corner of this house is haunted" screaming, crying, throwing up etc

"Everything I know brings me back to us" no but really, Ty and Kit only knew each other for what, a few weeks? Maybe a month or two at most? (I'm not good with timelines) But everything keeps coming back to each other, no matter how much they may not want it to

I know it won't work

"But it's a lot/all the shine of half a decade fading" I know it was only three years for them, but seeing them break down years worth of inaccurate mental images is going to break me

"And part of me wants to walk away 'til you really listen/I hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different" Cassie is a big fan of miscommunication, I know this, I'm prepared for this, I'm probably still going to end up crying tears of frustration

Your song choices have left me shaking, they're so perfect it's unreal

If I had to choose?

The night we met by Lord Huron

Let me down slowly by Alec Benjamin

Oh boy. Um, can I say all of them? Probably not. Magnus and Alec, definitely, as well as Kit and Ty. The third? Probably Henry and Charlotte

My hard question: top three platonic relationships in TSC?

-☀️

(P.S. don't worry about it, you take as long as you need)

I totally relate! I‘m also from the countryside, but am currently spending a lot of time in the city because of university. (To be fair the city isn‘t that big and has about 1 Million citizens)

You definitely have to tell me what your favourite museums and spots in London are! When I visited London last summer I was extremely fond of the Fleet Street, the St. James Park and the National Gallery. And I totally understand you (I’m a homebody myself). So when I moved out last October it was really tough and the only thing that was really reassuring was the fact that I share a flat with my sister and drive home every weekend (the city is only an hour ride from my hometown so it‘s fine)

So true! I‘m actually thinking about rereading the PJO books after watching the series. And yes Leah did such a great job, she‘s just the perfect Annabeth! I‘m so excited for the next season, I always loved the second book! Which PJO book is your favourite btw? Mine would have to the fourth (I have always been super interested in the labirynth!

Okay okay, I have to give it you. I‘m currently rereading QOAAD and I absolutely love it. It‘s been four years since I read it and I totally underestimated how good this book was. It has so many interesting plot lines and I just CAN‘T STOP READING!

Please don‘t feel sorry for sharing the true Valetine‘s story with me! It‘s actually super exciting to learn new things every day!

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OMFG! Not you listening to each song and sharing your commentary with me? 😭 I absolutely adore you for that (and sorry if those songs left you shaking - I think that‘s part of the experience)

STOP! The night we met is one of my favourite songs of all time and fits them so well! 🥹 And let me down slowly?

It fits them so well oh my lord 😭 (I love how we are giving each other song suggestions that are perfect for another nightly KitTy cry)

The really hard thing about this is to only name three because I love so many! But if I really must pick three it would be: Ty and Julian, Jem and Will, Matthew and James

What are yours?

My hard question: Your two favourite parabatai couples in TSC

#this took me embarrassingly long #i‘m so sorry #☀️ <3

[buffyspeak]

there’s a notable (but very understated) miscommunication between alec and clary in 2.05. which is that when he comes to her room to apologize, and she tries to get him to stop - he thinks she doesn’t want to hear it because she blames him. but she told jace not long before that she was tired of people pitying her, speaking in quiet voices and telling her it was okay to grieve.

which is why when he continues she actually hears him out, because that’s NOT what he’s doing, he’s not speaking around the edges of it, he’s facing it head-on. just. “i’m sorry, i would do anything to change it.”

and so would she! so a common goal aligns them!

which is exactly what she’s looking for and why she tells him about her plan to go see iris. which is a plan that is. understandable but a little bit manipulative on her part. in a way that ironically reminds me of what magnus said about jocelyn. because she understands alec’s guilt here and doesn’t (*entirely, i think) agree with it - but also doesn’t say anything to dissuade it because it’s to her benefit.

and i get that she has a lot going on! this is not a clary slander post. i just honestly think it’s a really interesting moment that shifts their dynamic a Lot.

and this miscommunication is why in the very next episode, clary will say she doesn’t blame alec and he needs to stop blaming himself (and it’s notable she says that to izzy and not alec himself), but alec still (likely quite subconsciously) believes she blames him in 2.08 and that’s what drives him to suicide when under iris’s spell.

and it’s why the culmination of this arc isn’t someone confronting alec about his self-harm (which never does get quite properly addressed imho, but at the same time, i understand that that’s hard to do naturally im a genre-show and would probably come off very PSA), but clary and alec having a quiet moment where she tells him she doesn’t blame him, he touches her arm, and they come to a very simple understanding. they’ve been operating under two very different understandings - clary under the assumption that they both know she doesn’t blame him but if he feels guilty anyway, then hey! why not help her try to get her mom back - and alec under the assumption that of course she blames him and trying to help her in 2.05 was all he could do to even start to make up for it. that quiet moment in 2.08 is clary realizing - after seeing alec on the ledge and knowing what he was hallucinating in broad strokes - that her assumption was wrong and realizing that alec needs to hear her actually say it to correct his own assumption. and they come to a new understanding.

(* this is already so long but. (and this is reading into a things a lot) it’s my personal interpretation that while not wholly, some part of clary does blame alec a little. not enough that she would ever say that or that she thinks he SHOULD feel as badly as he does. but she saw the video of ‘alec’ killing her mom. she knows alec and her have had their own issues in the past. she likely knows alec didn’t like jocelyn. it would not be hard (or even totally unsympathetic tbh) to have some amount of resentment toward him for it. so to me, 2.08 isn’t just “oh i never blamed you alec.” it is in that moment choosing to move past any potential blame or resentment she feels towards him that she’s left unsaid, because seeing what he almost did, she realizes not only that he needs to hear it, but that she would rather let go of that feeling than potentially lose another member of her family. because alec IS like family to her, albeit in very different ways than jace or izzy.)

#this is so long i’m so sorry #it’s convoluted and probably contradictory #i was trying to work out my feelings about while watching 2.05 on the treadmill #shadowhunters rewatch 2023 #clary fray #alec lightwood #fraywood brotp #sh meta #suicide mention // #self harm // #long post //