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Underhill - Malec Scenes

So, since the Shadowhunters fandom is stuck in what has to be the hottest mess of a cancellation ever, I decided to finish a fanfic idea that I’ve been working on to accompany the missing Malec scenes I’ve already written.

This is 5 Malec scenes written from the POV of Underhill - and includes 5 scenes of Underhill unintentionally eavesdropping on his favorite couple

Front Lines

Every Shadowhunter knew the name Alec Lightwood, and Shawn Underhill was no different. The Lightwoods had been head’s of the New York institute for many years and their family legacy was one of the longest in the Shadow World. So, when he’d heard that Alec had risked his position, for love no less, he couldn’t help be curious. He hadn’t been at the wedding himself, but if the rumors were true it meant that the eldest of the Lightwood sons and heir to their ancient legacy, was gay.

Just like Shawn Underhill himself, though in his case, no one knew.

Underhill was impressed that, despite being several years younger and openly dating a male warlock, Alec Lightwood had managed to maintain his reputation as one of the best archers the Clave had on record. And though Underhill had never met him, he had taken notice of Magnus Bane before. Any warlock being in the institute raised more than a few noses. An immortal being that the Shadowhunters had to chronicle to keep up with, because he outlives them all. But in the case of the High Warlock of Brooklyn, it was more than that. This man appeared to be eccentric, gorgeous, and impressive even by the Clave’s skewed standards in regards to downworlders.

The first time Underhill sees Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane together is the morning after Valentine’s infiltration of the institute. He’s part of the team searching for stray circle members around the perimeter when they happen upon the Lightwood boy kissing the High Warlock of Brooklyn like his life depends on it. Despite the murmurs from the forming crowd, Underhill understands exactly why Alec had refused a marriage that would have made him Head of the Institute.

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“Alexander, you cannot possibly think you're responsible for the Seelie’s opinion of your people.” Magnus stopped and turned to Alec in the hallway as they left the ops center. Izzy’s high heels clicking away in the other direction had caused Underhill to look up from his paper work and now he couldn’t seem to look away.

“Not responsible for it, no, but I perpetuated it. I was the one who brought Meliorn in for questioning that almost got him killed. I knew about the Clave using seelie scouts to spy on Valentine. I…” Alec’s insistent voice remained quiet, though Underhill could hear them from his station at the desk.

“Trust me darling, you are not the problem.” Magnus leaned forward, taking Alec’s downcast face in his hands before placing a featherlight kiss on his forehead. Even from a distance, Underhill could see the smile touch Alec’s lower lip. “I dare say what the Seelie Kalie did had more to do with your parabatai’s so called book club than anything else.”

At that, Alec let out a soft laugh. “Right,” He said with a shake of his head that was somehow both fond and annoyed. Alec turned, taking one of Magnus’ hands as they continued walking.

“Besides, in my experience the Seelie Queen is rarely less than hostile.” Magnus pointed out with a flourish as his voice trailed away. Underhill had to shake himself, realizing he’d been staring at the couple, mesmerized by their simple exchange. As he looked around he saw a few people glace towards them, some in distaste, however no one seemed to mind their small display of public affection.

It was an odd thing to see even married Shadowhunters engage in any form of PDA, but Magnus and Alec seemed completely unbothered by any prying eyes.

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“Ugh, that warlocks here again,” Duncan says under his breath and Underhill follows his eye across the room to where Magnus Bane is striding towards the offices, looking like a million bucks as per usual. “He walks around here like he owns the place.”

“He probably could if he wanted to, and everyone knows that he’s the boss’ boyfriend.” Underhill shrugs, turning his attention back to his work.

“That’s my point,” Duncan says suddenly louder. “It’s bad enough he’s.. ya know, into other dudes like that! But slumming it with a downworlder? and one of his reputation...”

“I assume you’re referring to the Clave’s file on him?” Underhill asks, aware that anything the Clave recorded on the life of an immortal Downworlder should be taken with a grain of salt.

“Yeah, the guys like 400 years old and a total playboy.” Duncan scoffs.

“You do realize warlock’s are immortal right?” Underhill asks, absently turning the page in his report. “And he’s clearly in love with Lightwood, so what’s your problem?”

“Love? Come on, he’s probably like a spy or... or you think the Lightwoods keep him as an asset?” Duncan asked conspiratorially, with something akin to excitement in his voice. Underhill knew that tone because he’d heard it from several Shadowhunters in regards to Alec’s relationship with Magnus. It couldn’t be that they’d simply fallen in love, something fishy had to be going on and someone needed to prove it. Underhill was tired of hearing it.

“I don't think anyone keeps a warlock like Magnus Bane,” Underhill points out, voice turning harsh as he stood up to gather his things. “And by the way, I’m also ya know, into dudes that way. So maybe you should just keep your opinions to yourself.”

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Underhill is listening intently to Isabelle Lightwood as she’s going over the institute’s updated security plans following the escape of Valentine. Everything would need to be overhauled after checks and scans were complete. Another team had been tasked with determining how Duncan had been compromised, his family slaughtered.

The moment Magnus Bane enters the ops center, the atmosphere changes around them. As usual, the warlock is dressed impeccably and Underhill supposes it’s perfectly natural to stare. The guy was like a walking piece of art, but the murmurs coming from the others at the table were not so agreeable.

They were quickly silenced by Isabelle loudly clearing her throat, her face reminded Underhill of the saying “if looks could kill.” She stared at the group in disgust until Magnus stopped beside her, wearing a contrastingly friendly smile.

“Ah, Isabelle,” Magnus started, rings glistening in the lights of the hologram. “Alexander said you were going over the security breach if I wanted in.”

“Absolutely,” Isabelle dropped her annoyed expression and turned to Magnus, immediately diving back into the plans.

It’s a few hours later and the ops center is relatively quiet when Alec Lightwood returns from a mission. Before discarding his bow, he be-lines for Magnus and is gifted with a sweet kiss that makes his cheeks flush. The only Shadowhunter at the table who doesn’t seem to notice is Isabelle and Underhill figures she must see this sort of thing all the time. Several of his colleagues are noticeably uncomfortable but none of them dare say anything.

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Shifting through the pages of his report on a shax demon attack in lower midtown, Underhill turned a corner towards the Office of the Head of the Institute and froze. The newly appointed Head of the New York institute, Alec Lightwood, was giggling while sharing kisses with his infamous warlock boyfriend. The two of them had stopped in the doorway to the office with mere inches between them, oblivious to the world around them.

“Now, Mr. Lightwood, let's do keep things professional,” The warlock says as he brushes a hand down Alec’s lapels in a distinctly unprofessional manner.

“Of course, Mr. Bane.” Alec says as he moves them both into his office. “This meeting is to reinstate the institutes contracts with the High Warlock of Brooklyn under our new leadership.”

“Ah, and what lovely new leadership indeed, Mr. Lightwood. However,” Magnus teases, voice drifting from the open door as they stumble together towards privacy. “Some of my services require special attention from the Head of this Institution and I regret to inform you these needs have been neglected under your recent predecessors.”

“In that case, please allow me to assure you, Mr. Bane. You will receive any and all special attention you desire from the Head this Institute so long as I’m in charge…” Alec’s voice trails off as the door swings shut with a swish of blue magic. Smiling, Underhill walks past the office with his report still in hand, certain that his boss doesn’t want this particular meeting interrupted.

Thank you for reading!!! #saveshadowhunters

Previous Missing Scenes:

2.03 - Lost and Found

2.06 - Getaway

2.07/8 - A Place To Belong

2.08/9 - Choice

2.10 - The Outlook at Dawn + (Part #2)

2.12 - Console

2.13 - Amends

2.15 - Secured

2.20 - Recovered

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec fanfic #shadowhunters #sh fanfic #underhill #malec missing canon scenes #by di

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takaraphoenix · 5 years

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Hi! Could you please write 2. “Baby, you’re not a bother.” - “I’m too needy, you don’t deserve it.” for Jalec? Thanks a lot

Advent Calendar: Day 6

It had been exactly two months now since Jace had died. Alec still regularly lifted his shirt enough to check if his parabatai rune was still there. Having it disappear on him, even just for those few, terrifying minutes, was the worst experience in his entire life.

And even after they had broken the possession, it wasn’t just the same anymore. Jace had changed, fundamentally. The horrors he had gone through during the possession had left its mark. Killing those innocent mundies, nearly killing Alec and Imogen, killing Clary over and over again in his mind – and then losing Clary for good. It was a lot to deal with.

Sometimes, Jace would pull away from Alec. Guilt about nearly killing him. Feeling as though he was nothing but a burden for his parabatai. That Alec deserved better than him. He already had enough to do with being the head of the New York Institute, after all.

Nonsense. Alec hated that. He hated hearing Jace say that. He hated that Jace felt as though he had done nothing but burden Alec – all Alec wanted was to be there for his parabatai.

Shaking his head, Alec decided to call it a night. All his thoughts were derailed by his parabatai tonight anyway, might as well stop working and go to bed, hope for a couple peaceful hours.

Of course he couldn’t just head straight for bed. He passed the bell-tower on his way to his own room and maybe that was one of the reasons he had assigned Jace that specific room when Jace had moved back into the Institute. That and because it was the largest, most luxurious room – and his parabatai only deserved the best. The first time Jace had stepped in and seen that he had his own piano in there, that he wouldn’t have to use the public music room anymore, he had offered Alec the most blinding smile possible and it had made Alec’s heart stop.

He paused at Jace’s room, carefully opening the door and sneaking into the room. As expected, Jace was awake, laying on top of the sheets and blankly staring up at the ceiling. Alec sighed softly.

“You need to sleep, Jace”, pointed Alec out softly.

“Yeah. Sounds good”, grunted Jace flatly, not even looking at Alec.

With another sigh did Alec leave the bedroom again.

/break\

Jace’s eyes trailed after Alec when he left the room, longing evident in his gaze. They were… more now. They didn’t dare put a name to it, because naming it would mean acknowledging that they were breaking the Law, but ever since Jace had died, his priorities had slowly shifted. The potion Magnus had brewed for Lilith had been the nail in the coffin to Jace’s conflicting feelings. With his love for Clary completely erased, he could focus on the feelings he had for his parabatai, the feelings he had tried to run from by going for Clary. Alec had been his pillar, more so than ever before. But it just wasn’t fair on Alec, making him fuss over Jace all the time. Jace was seeking professional help from the Silent Brothers, he had spent three weeks there but then been deemed good enough to return to the Institute, though with bi-weekly therapy sessions. And for the most part, Jace was better. He just still had his dark days, his bad days. The days he felt like he was nothing but a burden for Alec and everyone else who cared for him.

“Here. I made hot chocolate. With mini-marshmallows.”

Jace frowned as he turned to look at his parabatai, who had returned with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate. Slowly, Jace sat up and made room for Alec. He took the two mugs from Alec, giving Alec the opportunity to reach for the fluffy blanket to throw it over them both and snuggle in.

“I’m sorry. It’s late, you should go to bed”, muttered Jace lowly. “I’m such a bother…”

“Baby, you’re not a bother”, stated Alec firmly and leaned in to kiss Jace’s temple.

“I’m too needy, you don’t deserve it”, sighed Jace, though he leaned into Alec’s embrace.

“You know, you don’t get to decide who or what makes me happy”, declared Alec, pulling Jace some closer. “A relationship means work and trust and being able to rely on each other, especially when things are… dark. That’s why my last relationship broke apart, Jace. And I don’t want to make the same mistakes with you. I’m willing to put the work in, I want you to be able to rely on me.”

“I am”, sighed Jace, sipping the hot chocolate and snuggling into the blanket. “But I feel like…”

“No”, interrupted Alec decidedly, burying his nose in Jace’s hair. “You’re there for me too. You support me, you stand strong at my side as my co-head. I find comfort in your arms when the cabinet meetings run too long and too exhausting. I love you, Jace, all of you, bad days included.”

Biting his lips, Jace slowly closed his eyes. “I love you too, parabatai.”

He missed the soft smile on Alec’s lips that he got at that. “How about we go to the city on our day off? I know you used to love the ice-ring they have this time of the year. It was one of the few mundie things you admitted to liking.”

“You hate ice-skating, Alec”, pointed Jace out, tugging the blanket closer around them.

“But I love seeing you ice-skate”, countered Alec with the smallest grin. “You’re beautiful and carefree. Some carefreeness would do you some good, mh?”

“Sounds… good”, whispered Jace. “But I gotta work tomorrow.”

“You know what’s the upside of having your boss be sweet on you? You get special treatment”, teased Alec playfully. “I’m pretty sure the head of the Institute can shift some things around and give you the day off.”

“We could… look for… Christmas presents?”, suggested Jace reluctantly, throwing his legs over Alec’s so he could tuck his feet under Alec’s thigh. “I still don’t have anything for Imogen and I need something that says ‘sorry I nearly stabbed you to death while I was possessed’.”

Alec snorted softly at that, carefully taking the now empty mug from Jace and adjusting the blonde so he was half-laying on Alec. The archer himself slowly slid down the headrest until he was actually laying on Jace’s bed, with the blonde tucked under one arm.

“Christmas shopping it is then, I suppose”, chuckled Alec. “But you know that getting to spend her first Christmas with her only grandchild is all she actually could wish for, right?”

Imogen knew what it had been the Owl and not Jace who had tried to kill her. She had never held it against him and considering Alec had been fast enough to find her before she could actually die, there were no lasting consequences. Aside from Jace’s guilt. When Jace didn’t answer, Alec checked just to see his parabatai had fallen asleep. Alec kissed Jace softly before going to sleep himself.

Read this here on FFNet & here on AO3

#shadowhunters #jalec #alec lightwood #jace herondale #otp: can't live without him #fanfiction #phoe's advent calendar project #phoe's tumblr drabbles #anonymous

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axelsagewrites · 7 years

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Straight Outta Hell-Magnus Bane Part 5

(Y/N) finally has a moment to herself but for how long?

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(Y/N) had been staying with Magnus [and Alec who had basically moved in] for the past two week. They had had a few visits from the shadowhunters and vampire but not much has been happening. Magnus had been catching you up to the past two centuries, which honestly just sounded depressing, and gossiping about old downworlders who you knew. “Ragnor did what?!?” Magnus hummed in response. “With her, really?!” “I couldn't believe it either.” Magnus put his cocktail to the side while you just sipped yours after letting out a low whistle. “Well I'll be damned.” “Well you kind of were already. Hey im just kidding!” Magnus added upon seeing your venomous stare. “Speaking of your uprising from hell,” You rolled your eyes. “how are you going to tell the downworld? You are a very important part of it, even when you left.” “How come? I mean I've not really been doing much the past two hundred years.” “Legends my dear.” He continued upon your confused look. “The saviour of warlocks and infrits who couldn't hide their marks during the witch trials. The one who solved vampire and werewolf feuds in Prague and made steps forward in other countries. The one who took in all the abandoned downworlders with no thought to themselves. You are a legend, no matter what they say.” “Not true. I did what anyone would do.” You summoned up another drink. Ah joys of magic!

“No, no they wouldn't. Do you know how many downworlders are so helpless they turned to Mortiman or De Quincey? Hundreds. You kept us good and didn't ask for anything in return. For angel’s sake you made a city of downworlders during the Salem trials because you were so concerned!” “Tell me, is it still standing? I haven't actually checked.” “Yes. Still perfectly safe. Although not many use it, not much service in the Scottish highlands.” You and Magnus laughed for a moment before Alec returned. “Alexander.” “Yo archer.” Your and Mag’s greetings were different to say the least. “The clave want a meeting with you.” You slumped down and groaned. “Sorry couldn't be avoided. Little girl thought my Mum knew. Idiot.” He breathed the last part out, barley audible. “Uh what time?” You groaned while saying it dramatically. “Eleven am tomorrow morning. Oh come on its not that early!” Alec added, seeing your eyes bulge. “Its night time somewhere.” “Thats what I say about cocktail hour.” Magnus grinned. Alec rolled his eyes before flinging himself down onto an armchair. “Everything all right?” “My mum was breathing down my neck for not telling her about you. The clave wasn't happy either and I got sent on one of Clary’s mission because she and Izzy were late.” “Oh baby,” Magnus pouted. “Would magic help? Or anything else?” “Unless magic can get all the tension out your neck and shoulders I doubt it.” When he said that you flicked your wrist and Alec put his hand on his shoulder blade. “What did you do?” He said with a hint of pleasure in his voice. “Magic massage. Works wonders on the stress.” You said casually. You leaned forward and went to grab something that wasn't on the table until your fingers touched the bag. “Chinese?” You offered. Although Alec, and partially Magnus, had became accustomed to your power still got slightly shocked. You barley had to move and you preformed great magic. Magnus had partially forgot how powerful you were although you told him your hell crash course had taught you more.

The next morning at eleven oclock, way to early in your opinion, you were walking up to the New York Instiitute. Alec had left before you so he could talk to the embassador the clave had sent. After a moment of standing near the door Jace walked out. “Eleven on the dot.” He smirked. You returned it. “Didnt want to be here longer than I had too.” “Charming.” “Im aware. I took a hint out of your book.” You two reached the hall way and started to walk to the main room. “What, being an amazing deleget?” “No.” He looked at you expectingly. “Arrogant and cocky sass machine.” “Such flattery.” He rolled his eyes although you both strated laughing slightly. Although he had threatened you, you two had actually became kind of close due to your similar humour, much to Alec’s dismay and Magnus’s frustration. “(Y/N) Zender?” A women with short dark hair and muscular frame asked. “Its (Y/N) (Y/L/N) now.” She raised an eyebrow while shaking your hand. Up close you relsied she must be in her late sixties, old for a shadowhunter. “I change last names. Keeps it interesting, you know?” You laugheed slightly. Like you were going to tell them it was so mundanes couldn't keep track of you. Or shadowhunters who didn't try. You went by Zender about five hundred years ago and have bounced between a few since. “My apologies, Miss (Y/L/N). If you would follow me.” Her words were clipped and gave no option. You followed as her steel toed boots tapped the hard floor. “Im Rebecca Wainheart, envoy from the Clave. You might of known some of my mothers family; the Whitescar’s?” “Briefly yes.” You replied shortly. They had killed near a full pack of werewolves in your care three hundred years ago. You ended up in a meeting room sat round a table with thirteen people. Rebecca Wainheart, Joshua Dragonway, Lewis Ravenkey, Emily Penrose, Lelia Firefox, Brendon Goldhawk, Robert and Mayrse Lightwood, Jia Penhallow, Alec, Jace, Izzy and Clary. “Welcome,” Started Inquisitor Robert Lightwood (going by books here) “May we begin?”

I know its short but keep them wanting more right? Right? Sigh. Well ok its short but I want to ease myself back into this story instead of jumping straight in.

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