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lost-in-the-80s · 3 years

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Merry Christmas

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x (fem) reader

Words: 2,373k

Requested by: anon

Summary: It's your first Christmas with Izzy and he gives you the best gift ever. (smut + fluff)

A/N: I didn’t have intentions of doing the requests this year, but I had to do this one. I hope you guys like it! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! :)

Warnings: Mature content, swearing, some kinky stuff (handcuffs) and unprotected sex (use a condom, guys).

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It was the Christmas of 1986, even though there was no snow, the Christmas atmosphere had taken over Los Angeles.

Streets and shops had been decorated with countless lights and themed decorations. The houses had their Christmas trees, full of colored balls, among other ornaments.

Your apartment had not been left out of the Christmas spirit. You and your brother, Joey, had spent the month decorating every detail. The entrance carpet had been replaced by one with a reindeer-drawn, with the phrase "Merry Christmas" in red. In the living room, a huge Christmas tree was prepared, filled with red and white balls, your favorite colors, before being filled by countless bright lights.

You and Joey lived away from your family, so you almost always ended up spending Christmas just the two of you. It was simple, but it was almost a tradition, after all, you lived there for several years already.

But this year was different, Joey had been invited to spend Christmas in Northern California, at the home of his boyfriend's parents. He was afraid to leave you alone, but you assured him that Izzy, your boyfriend, would spend the night with you.

Izzy was never a Christmas guy, he found the celebration meaningless and celebrated only for the profits of the trade. Since moving to Los Angeles, he had never celebrated Christmas.

But he knew that you loved the date, you had talked about your plans for Christmas since the beginning of November and he already kind of expected you to invite him.

You were together for just over six months, you had met at the guitar store where you work and ended up dating right afterward.

When you mentioned that your brother would not be present and that you wanted him to come and have supper with you, he said he needed to think.

Izzy wanted to tell you that he saw no need to spend Christmas together and that he was just going to stay home with the boys. Or some of the boys, since Duff would return to Seattle and Slash would spend it with his mother.

It would just be him, Axl and Steven, drinking and using heroin while a tower of beer bottles made by Duff, graced the house in the absence of a Christmas tree.

But you were important to him, and Christmas was important to you. So he decided to put aside his dislike for the date and make an effort for you.

That same night he called you, saying he agreed with one condition: No expensive gifts. You quickly agreed, you were never one of the materialistic types, and to be honest, spending the date with Izzy was worth more than any gift he could buy you.

Izzy arrived at your apartment in the middle of the afternoon on the 24th, bringing a bottle of wine for dinner and placing his gifts under the Christmas tree.

You spent the rest of the afternoon watching Christmas movies, your favorite ones. Movies that you had seen hundreds of times and knew all the lines by heart.

You could see that Izzy was bored, but he never complained, mostly because he loved to see you laughing with those silly films, or the way you said "this is my favorite part" before some cliché scene goes on TV.

When night came, you went to the kitchen, preparing pork with potatoes and rosemary and putting it in the oven for supper.

You positioned yourself in front of the sink, starting to wash the pieces that had been used during the day when Izzy hugged you from behind. His hands circled your body as he spoke next to your ear:

"I'll take care of the dishes. Why don't you take a shower?" He kissed your neck. "I know you want to change for supper."

He knew you so well, he knew you would wear something fancier, even if it was just the two of you, having dinner at home.

Following his advice, you went to the bathroom, staying in the bathtub for long minutes, feeling the warmth of the water against your skin as you murmured a song.

When the water cooled, you got up, wrapping the towel around your body and looking for what to wear in your closet. Your red strapless dress was the winner, choosing red lace panties to match, you got dressed quickly, before getting your hair done and putting on perfume.

Entering the kitchen, you could smell the pork, Izzy had already set the table and was waiting for you.

"You look beautiful." He kissed your cheek, guiding you to the table.

"Thank you, Iz."

The two of you ate calmly while you told him countless Christmas stories you had with your brother and from the time when you still spent Christmas with your family.

When you finished eating, you went to the living room, Izzy sat on the couch while you took his gift from under the tree.

"Open it." You said smiling.

Izzy took the package from your hand, opening it slowly, smiling when he saw it was a book.

"I know you wanted to read this one." You smiled.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I love it." He kissed your lips lightly, before getting up to pick up your gifts.

"I couldn't make up my mind so I bought two." He laughed lightly, as he sat beside you with two small boxes in his hand.

"Open this one first." He handed you a blue box with a white ribbon.

Gently opening the box, you smiled when you saw a gold necklace with your initial letter inside.

"Izzy, it's beautiful! I loved it!" You kissed his lips, but he pulled away before you could deepen the kiss.

"Don't forget that you have one more." He smiled, handing a red box, slightly larger than the previous one.

Smiling excitedly, you undid the golden bow and opened the box, your mouth parting when you saw what was inside.

Inside the box was a pair of handcuffs with a key.

"Izzy…" you looked at him and saw his smile become a smirk.

"I thought we could have some fun ... what do you think?"

"I…." You didn't know what to say, you had never used handcuffs before, and even though you and Izzy had had sex several times, you had never used anything like that.

"What do you say, Y/N? Would you let me handcuff you?" His voice was hoarse, as he ran his fingers down your face, running his thumb slowly over your lips.

Thinking for a few seconds you concluded that the idea seemed interesting.

So you nodded before saying. "Yes."

Getting up, Izzy offered his hand to help you do the same, he walked slowly, guiding you to your room before stopping for a second and looking you in the eye.

"If you don't feel comfortable anymore, say stop and I will stop and uncuff you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Izzy." His seriousness made your core start to get wet. You loved how serious he was when you did that.

He kissed you passionately, his hands held your face while you found the strands of his hair.

Walking away after a few minutes, Izzy instructed you to stay where you were as he walked around you.

Standing with your back to him, you felt his breath against your skin and you bit your lower lip in anticipation. He pulled your hair aside and slowly unzipped your dress, letting the garment fall to the floor.

Izzy kissed some spots on your back, before whispering in your ear. "Get on the bed, love."

Obeying, you walked slowly over to the bed, lying on your back while keeping your eyes fixed on his.

He climbed onto the bed, placing one knee on either side of your body, he gently grabbed your wrists, hooking the cuff on one and passing the chain through the headboard before securing the other.

Izzy slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, keeping his gaze fixed on you and smirking when he realized that your gaze was fixed on his abdomen.

"Do you like what you see, Y/N?"

You nodded, smiling when he leaned over to steal a kiss from you.

One hand held your face while the other traveled your body, feeling every inch of your skin. He lightly squeezed one of your nipples, making you let out a small moan, muffled by the kiss, which guaranteed the space he needed for his tongue to invade your mouth and start an aggressive dance against yours.

Izzy pulled away from your lips, kissing the full length of your chest until he reached the bottom of your panties. Kissing your core over the lace fabric. You tried to move your hands, but the handcuffs held you in place, making Izzy smile victoriously.

"In a hurry, Y/N?" He laughed lightly, running his cold fingers down the length of your leg, making a shiver take a hold of your body.

He slowly removed the piece from you, throwing it on the floor to keep your dress company.

Holding one of her legs, Izzy kissed the top of your foot, then your ankles, until he started to apply kisses on the inside of your thigh, making you try to move your hands again.

Licking your folds slowly, he found your clit, making alternating movements over it. His tongue was fast and precise, he certainly didn't want you to wait for his member to cum.

"Izzy." You whispered his name.

He then inserted a finger inside you, making a moan leave your lips.

"You’re a big girl already, I think you can take two." Izzy said smiling, before turning his lips to already clit and penetrating you with one more finger.

His fingers crossed inside you, hitting your G spot in just a few seconds, making a loud moan leave your lips as your back arched.

After a few minutes you were already a mess, your wrists started to hurt with the countless times you had tried to loosen up to tug at his hair, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure you were having.

Izzy kept his head trapped against your core, making it his mission to see you cum like this, and if he continued like this, he would be able to complete his task quickly, as your moans were becoming disconnected and your legs retracted against him every few seconds.

And then you came, with one of Izzy's hands clasping your breast and the other partly inside of you, while his tongue acted deftly with circular movements on your clit.

"Oh my god!" You exclaimed loudly enough to fill the room and the corridor, your back arched and your eyes rolled as your legs pressed against him strongly.

"It's actually Izzy, but you can call me God too." He laughed, removing his head from between your legs and slowly removing his fingers from you, seeing your liquids drip slightly.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them slowly. "Better than dessert." He whispered, kissing your lips once more, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

Getting up, Izzy quickly removed his pants and underwear, stroking his member a few times before getting on the bed and stopping between your legs.

“Now tell me, Y/N. Have you been a good girl?”

You nodded quickly.

"Very well, I believe you." He adjusted his member with your entrance, slowly penetrating you.

The present sensitivity thanks to your orgasm, making a small moan leave your lips.

Izzy started moving, in and out of you, keeping his eyes fixed on yours, while creating a slow, passionate rhythm. He leaned over, kissing your lips once more, as his hands traveled through your curves.

"Izzy." You whispered, closing your eyes, making a moan leave his lips.

"Ah, fuck."

Speeding up his movements, Izzy hit your so-called G-spot, again that night, his fingers tightened firmly on your waist, keeping your body still as he moved faster and faster into you.

"Ah, Izzy." Your moans were so loud that you were almost sure your next-door neighbor could hear them.

His thrusts were slowing down as sweat washed over his forehead and much of his body.

Lying in bed, you were experiencing a completely new sensation, seeing Izzy giving you so much pleasure and not being able to touch him, no matter how torturous it was, that turned you on even more.

Your hands gripped the headboard bars tightly while your head fell back with a loud moan.

Your walls were tightening, Izzy could tell, he was almost there too, you knew that because of the focused look on his face, which he always acquired when he was about to come and wanted to make sure that you did too.

"You are so fucking beautiful!" He groaned, moving his lips to your neck, kissing and biting your skin.

"Izzy... I'm going to…." You were unable to finish the sentence when a moan came out of your throat.

"I know, baby …. me too." He managed to speak between breaths.

A few seconds later your legs started to shake and your walls tightened even more, his name left your mouth over and over as you closed your eyes feeling the pleasure consuming you.

Seeing you in that state, released Izzy to his own climax, growling hoarsely as jets of his cum entered you, mixing themselves with your liquids.

"Holy shit." He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath.

After a few seconds, he stood up, slowly removing his member from you while admiring the mess he had made.

"You know, I think I'm starting to like Christmas." He laughed before cleaning the two of you and putting on his underwear.

Getting on the bed again, he released one wrist at a time, kissing the place gently. "Are you alright?" He asked, putting a stir of your hair behind your ear.

"Yes." You managed to say it in a weak voice. You were tired.

"Come here." Lying on the bed, Izzy pulled you to lie on his chest, covering you both with a blanket and kissing your head lightly, stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

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introductions-are-a-spook · 3 years

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Reblogs and feedback always appreciated! Tag list: @kissthe-gogoat @kyuudomo @caloroso-cosmos @omrade-echorin Let me know if you want to be added or taken off!

Last chapter baby! This was an emotional ride, so sincere thanks to everyone who's stuck with me through it. Both followers, friends, and family. Your support really means the world to me.

“I still don’t understand why you need me for this.”

“I told you, you know the layout better. Since you didn’t give me a map like usual. Sides’ the place is empty- I wanted to ask more about how your whole business works. Somewhere truly private, y’know?”

It was the oldest trick in the book. Get them talking about themself so you can work. Or get them to say something incriminating. Which Antigone, of course, did not oblige.

It was slow work, but Maxwell managed to take back the notes Andrew used to leave in houses. They had sent to work painting the Antigone family seal on them in invisible ink.

With their family’s past (one easily dug up), the police would have no problem convicting Nikos Antigone of everything. All Andrew would have to do was play hostage here in just a few minutes.

“Oh, I need to pick this lock- bit of a two-hand job. Could you hold the note?”

Antigone growled but agreed with a sneer. Andrew discreetly pressed the button for Maxwell. Most likely he was calling the police right now- saying, well, something, anything, to get them there quick. Andrew couldn’t help but smile.

“You know, I didn’t know we went to the same school.” Perfect topic to stall with.

Antigone was immediately thrown off. “What? W-We did?” He sputtered.

Good lord. Bring something up from a criminal’s past and they’re all yours to manipulate.

“According to the book of signatures I passed around on graduation day, yes. Same year and everything.”

Antigone was now staring Andrew down with a dangerous glint in his eye. He ever so slightly thumbed at the dagger hilt on his belt. Okay, backpedaling now.

But the moment he saw faint police lights outside, he knew he had to keep going, for better or for worse. He only had one shot…!

So still fiddling with the lock, he blurted, “I saw your old school sweetheart the other day. Jennifer, right?”

Antigone froze. A stillness hung ominously in the air, like a jaguar about to pounce. The hairs on the back of Andrew’s neck stood up, and he almost started praying.

“How dare-“

Saved by the fuzz, though! As soon as Antigone looked as though he could kill Andrew, the men in uniform came streaming in the front door.

Andrew wasn’t all that scared. He winked at Antigone before yelling. “Help! I’m up here, he’s got a knife! Please help!” And more quietly, “Might wanna check the back of that note, Mr. Tig.”

Antigone didn’t bother to look, and instead pulled out the same weapon Andrew shouted about. “You tricked me!” he jabbed the knife at Andrew, who put his hands up in instinctive defense. “You lying snake!” And to the smaller man’s sickening shock, Antigone swung the knife, barely grazing his cheek and hitting his hand by sheer chance.

But upon hearing footsteps getting closer, the towering villain backed away, leaving Andrew to yelp in shock and fright and the rapidly reddening wound.

An officer stamped his way up the nearby stairs, and shouted at Antigone to freeze, but the man wasn’t having it. Andrew hadn’t thought Antigone would ever use an actual weapon on him- he was wrong. Whimpering in pain and paralyzing, icy fear, he moved only to foolishly pull out the blade and grip his bloodied hand.

“I am not to blame! This scoundrel here-” Antigone shook a finger at Andrew, “-is the thief you’ve been looking for! He did this to himself to make me-”

“Yeah, Chapman told us you’d say that.” A twinge of comfort came with hearing Max’s name, along with the struggling Antigone, who was now being arrested despite his best efforts.

And just like that it’s over, Andrew thought to himself as the officers walked him to a car and drove him to a hospital.

~*~

A day later in that same hospital, Andrew was recovering from a surprisingly quick surgery.

“The knife went through the top of your right palm, losing you a pinky and very nearly your ring finger, too. You have a couple options now; leave the stump or find a prosthetic somehow. Both are up to you to manage,” the soft spoken nurse informed him as soon as he was lucid enough to understand.

“Well, shit. Thanks, uh,” he peeked at her name badge. “Thanks Mary. Guessing you’re not gonna give me a new one for free then?”

“No, but I might,” came a gentle yet dry voice from the door.

Andrew turned as the nurse excused herself. “Max!” a fuzzy black figure hopped up on the bed next to him. “And Maxie!”

“Now, I’m not really supposed to have her in here, so…” Max chuckled, sitting down and giving the cat a few pets.

“Nah, I get it. So, finally coming to see me, huh?”

“I’ve been too swamped with end-of-case work. Our plan worked, you’re off scot free. I considered resigning, but-”

“But you don’t love me that much, I getcha,” Andrew teased.

Maxwell gave him a look. “More that I love my job too much to let it go, risks be damned.”

“Makes sense. But you didn’t come here to talk about work, did you?”

Maxwell reached for Andrew’s now four-fingered hand, gently running his five over the bandages. “This wouldn’t have happened if I had just-”

“Hey, it doesn’t matter now. You know that,” Andy reassured him, running his good hand through Max’s thick black locks. The man leaned into the touch, putting his own hand on Andy’s cheek.

“You terrify me,” he almost whispered after a moment. Andrew tilted his head but didn’t say anything. “I’ve never felt so conflicted before meeting you. It was torture. And even now I can’t be sure that loving you is a good thing.”

“Neither can I. And I’ve never met someone that can make me feel so cornered. I didn’t know I wanted to be. But, we’re both selfish jerks. So if loving you is gonna be bad for me, it wouldn’t be the first bad decision either of us has made.”

This made Max chuckle and lean in to kiss Andy. “You’re probably right.”

~*~

It had been a few months. A new metal finger glinted on Andrew’s right hand.

“Jennifer.”

“Andrew.”

“So, I heard ole’ Mr. Antigone is in prison now?”

She gave a solemn nod. “For ten years.”

Andrew blew a low whistle. “Well, shit.”

Her demeanor went from closed to fiery. “This is your fault, you know. I know you and Chapman did something to pin your shit on Nikos. And now I won’t be able to see him!”

Andrew drew away slightly. Both were silent for a time.

“…I think I get it now.”

“What.”

“I remind you of him, don’t I? That’s why when he disappeared to lead his family’s ‘business’ you attached yourself to me.”

She sighed. “…I don’t know. I guess I just hoped I could still hold onto him somehow.”

“So you held on to the crook classmate that shared some resemblance with him.”

She shook her head. Not as a ‘no’ but more as a self-chastise.

“We were horrible for each other. It’s no wonder we fell apart.”

“Yeah.” Another pause. “You could see about visitations.”

“I’ll figure that out on my own. I don’t even know if he’d want to see me. But, I know there’s still good in him. At least I hope so.”

“Heh. There’s my Jenny. Always hoping-“

“-never planning. I know, I know.”

He stood up and started to get ready to go.

“For what it’s worth, I’m at least sort of glad I knew you,” she said with a twinge of sadness.

“Same here. It’s probably best if we didn’t stay friends, but I’m sticking with that bakery. You can always come find me.”

And for the first time in years, she smiled at him- a genuine smile. “Thanks, Andrew. Good luck with your bitch detective.”

“With George and Darwin always lurking around? I’m gonna need it. Good luck with your crime lord.”

“I think I’ll need it too.”

They laughed, and then left, one by one.

~*~

Isabella was melancholically gathering her belongings from the bakery, occasionally swiping up a tear. Andrew walked in by coincidence, and she rushed to hug him.

“It’s not gonna be the same around here without me,” she mumbled into his chest.

“No, but it’s probably for the best,” he said, returning the embrace. “I’m so sorry, Izzy. It wasn’t fair for me to bring you into all this.”

“No, it’s alr… No, you’re right.” And with that, she couldn’t help but start crying again. “But thanks for being my dad, if only for a little while.”

“Dad, really?” he chuckled. “Sure kid. You changed my world for the better. Even if I hurt you.”

“I’ll never forget you. And… Well, I love you.”

“I love you too, girlie.”

She held onto him for just a little longer, before taking a shaky breath and grabbing her bag. “I don’t know if I can,” she whispered.

He gave her a dim smile. “You’re tough, kiddo. You can’t stay shackled to someone like me, though. I know you’ve got the guts to do what’s best for you.”

She wavered, unsure if she wanted to hug him again. But ultimately, she steeled herself, said a goodbye, and walked away leaving a bittersweet taste behind.

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niksixx · 4 years

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Number 73

Requested: Anonymously

Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader

Description: “Hi it’s Tuesday so can I request a smut oneshot where reader is harsh to Axl cuz she thinks of him as a selfish womanizer, and he thinks she’s cold and pretentious so they’re basically enemies, but deep inside she’s unable to resist his hotness so when she’s with her friend she blurts our that she wants him to f*** her or sth, but actually axl accidentally overhears it and next day becomes her worst(best) day?”

Warning: Smuuuut

A/N: Reblog please !

*GIF is NOT mine, found on Google. Credit to the owner!*

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“My God, have they come up for air yet?” Y/B/F asks, eyes bugging out of her head.

Without looking, you already know who Y/B/F is talking about. “Let me guess. Blonde. Skinny. Around 5’6, 5’7. Tits squeezed into a shirt that’s too tight.”

“Holy shit,” Duff grins. “Spot on.”

Rolling your eyes, you look over your shoulder, scoffing at how disgustingly accurate your prediction was. The blonde is leaned against the bar, arms wrapped loosely around Axl’s neck as their tongues clash in a heated kiss. Soon, he’d ditch her though, and find the next best thing. That’s just how Axl operated.

“He’s a pig,” you whisper, but Slash hears every word.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say someone is jealous.”

You scoff. “Please. I have respect for myself, you know.”

Just as you suspected, Blondie trickled back to her friends, and Axl was on the prowl. You watch as he sidles up next to a brunette this time, turning on his charm. Their tongues are down each other's throats less than a minute later.

“Man, he’s good,” Izzy pipes up for the first time that night, earning a laugh from his friends and a death stare from his fiance.

Well, at least Axl’s friends weren’t despicable, womanizing assholes. All were dating, engaged, or married. None of them ever felt the need to sleep around, even though they’ve had plenty of chances. But Axl? It sent him on some sort of power trip.

Swirling the straw in your rum and coke, you turn your eyes down at the drink, leaning a cheek on your palm. It’s a shame Axl’s personality was shitty. He was an attractive man who knew how to please a woman. Not that you’d know, but damn if you wouldn’t love to find out.

Twenty minutes later, a drunk Axl falls clumsily into the chair beside you, earning stifled laughs from his bandmates. You roll your eyes and scoot away from him, only to be stopped by his hand gripping the back of your chair.

“Where’re you going?” He smiles lazily at you.

Conveniently, you notice your empty glass and you stand. “Anywhere you’re not.”

Steven hollers loudly as Axl’s jaw immediately tenses up. Shooting him a smirk, you find yourself heading over to the bar, turning in your empty glass and ordering three tequila shots.

“Rough night?” The bartender asks as she places the shot glasses in front of you.

You groan. “You have no idea.”

The shot glass touches your lips but before you have the chance to taste the bitter liquid, a man pushes his way through the crowd, nearly knocking into you, before settling himself beside you at the bar. “I’ll take three of whatever she’s having,” Axl flauts a fifty dollar bill in his hand, sending a wink to the bartender before smirking down at you.

“Charming,” you say, downing the tequila. It burns, and you kick yourself for not ordering a few limes to go with it.

“I know, I know,” Axl gloats. “It’s one of my best traits.”

“Clearly you lack the capacity to understand sarcasm.”

Axl grabs his first glass, drinking the liquid with ease. “And clearly you lack the ability to be nice. What’s your problem, hm? You always have this stuck up, bitchy attitude. I promise you, sweetheart,” Axl’s face is dangerously close to yours, and you pray he can’t feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. “You’re not all that.”

“Oh, and you are?” On a normal day, you’d let Axl’s comments roll off your shoulders. The highlight of his day would be insulting you, teasing you, and irritating the fuck out of you. And somehow he always got to you before you could say anything back. This time, though, you’re determined to stand your ground and speak the fuck up.

“Of course I am. Take a good look at who I am, angel,” Axl holds out his arms as if he believes you’ll actually admire him. “I’m Axl fucking Rose for shit’s sake. Rock legend, millionaire, ladies man.”

“Actually,” You lean closer to him, finger rimming the shot glass. “You wanna know what I really think of you?”

“Enlighten me,” he says, teeth biting the corner of his bright pink lip. “Tell me everything I want to hear.”

“I think,” you whisper, body slightly pressing against his side. His eyes are dark, lustful, and they betray him. “That you’re a selfish, stuck up prick that never got any attention as a child, and that’s why you crave it now. You have commitment issues, which is why you’re a shag ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy. You’re a womanizing bastard and you know no woman would ever willingly choose to be with someone like you, and that is why your life revolves around sex. Sex is the only way women give you attention. And that,” your lips graze his ear. “Is truly fucking pathetic.”

Axl stares angrily as you down the second shot, staring back at him with such animosity burning in your eyes, he almost believes you truly hate him. But the hatred in your eyes is mixed with something else, and he can’t quite figure it out. As he replays your words over in his head, it hits him.

Jealousy.

Axl isn’t prepared for the next words that come out of his mouth, but he takes a shot of tequila anyway for courage. “And I think,” he creeps closer to your body, maneuvering around the tight crowd so your back is pressed against the bar, trapping you in his arms. “That you are so beyond jealous that I haven’t fucked you yet.”

Your eyes nearly roll out of your head as Axl laughs at your expression. “Excuse me?”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Axl prodes, eyes flickering to your lips. For a moment it seems as if he’s going to kiss you. “If I said let’s go back to my house right now, what would you say?”

“I’d say fuck no.”

“Riiiight,” he taunts, inching closer to your face. “And you actually think I believe that?”

“You should,” You briefly turn in his arms to finish the third shot before turning back, chest heaving, thoughts racing, pussy throbbing. He’s dangerously close and you need to get out of there, and fast, before you act on your thoughts. “Because I would never fuck someone whose dick has been shoved in about twenty different girls.”

“More like seventy-two, but who’s keeping track?” Axl winks, backing up to set you free.

Stomach twisting, you shoot Axl the most disgusted look you could manage. “You’ve had sex with seventy-two women?”

“And counting,” He grins, eyes racking your body. “Wanna be number seventy-three?”

One too many tequila shots later, you’re stumbling down the street with Y/B/F right behind you. The liquor had hit when you least expected, and tequila mixed with anger was a deadly combination.

“Seventy-two women!” You shout, leaning on a nearby pole to regain your balance. “He’s fucked seventy-two women,” your chuckle is empty, “And he...and he asked me, me! If I wanted to be...be his number seventy-three.”

“Does that surprise you?” Y/B/F asks. “You said it yourself. He’s a pig.”

“I know and it’s even worse because I’d love nothing more than to be number seventy-three!” Axl hit the nail on the head when he called you out for being jealous. You weren’t just jealous. No, observing his hookups with random girls and hearing stories about them the next day was infuriating. You’d never even been a choice to him.

“You don’t mean that,” says Y/B/F, helping you off the pole. “You’re just a little too drunk.”

“No, Y/B/F, I’m serious.” The purse in your hand slaps against your thigh, free hand smacking your forehead. “I’ve wanted him for years, but I’ve never been good enough. I don’t want to date him or anything, I know he’s not really into that, but goddamn it can’t a woman get a little hate sex in her life? I hate him, he can’t stand me. It’s the perfect fuck.”

Y/B/F grabs your hand, rolling their eyes as they help you inside a cab. “Jesus, Y/N, quiet down before someone hears you.”

But it was too late for that, as just a few paces away Axl stood in the back alley of the bar, phone lifted to his ear, cigarette hanging from his mouth as it narrowed in a smirk. You wanted hate sex? Oh, he’d give just that.

As you sit on your couch, TV on low volume, book in your lap, you try to ignore the aches in your body. As you discovered this morning just by emptying your guts into the toilet, tequila was not your friend. This hangover was the worst one you’d had, and even though it was your fault you’d drank too much, you’d subconsciously blame Axl for making you so hot and bothered, you felt drowning yourself in liquor was the only way to handle it.

There’s a knock on your front door and luckily you’d kept it unlocked. You had no intention of moving from the couch other than to go to the bathroom. “It’s open!”

Your eyes don’t leave the page in front of you, too engrossed in the scene playing out, until the all familiar voice has you slowly looking up from the book. “You look like shit.”

“Always the charmer, eh, Axl?” Snapping your book shut, you chuck it beside you, pulling the blanket to your chin. “What do you want?”

Your pupils dilate as Axl pulls his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Wandering eyes run over his chest. He’s not like other men. He doesn’t have hard pectorals or the outline of six pack abs, and you like that about him. You also like that he’s standing in front of you shirtless, but you don’t have a guess as to why. “Two words. Hate sex.”

Your breath hitches as he moves toward you. Instinctively, you shoot off the couch. “I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about, but you need to get out of here right now.”

“Cute shorts,” Axl gestures to the soft gray pajama bottoms that are two sizes too short, the curve of your ass peeking out, giving him a show. “And you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You move around the couch, Axl watching you like his prey. His thumbs are hooked around the belt loops on his jeans as he shuffles his feet along the floor.

“I was drunk,” you admit, eyes flitting around the room, looking at anything other than the man in front of you.

“Drunk words are sober thoughts,” He says back, folding his arms across his chest. “I know you’re not a huge fan of me. I don’t particularly like you either. But what I do like is sex,” The bulge in his pants hardens, and you beg yourself not to look. “So, how about it, sweetheart?”

You hate the effect he has on you. He knows you want him, he knows he has total control over you now. But you can’t give into him. You won’t. “Get out.”

His demeanor falls briefly, as if maybe he’d read you wrong. “Are you serious?”

“I said get out, Axl.” Walking around the couch, you position yourself in front of him, lightly pushing his chest. “Now.”

He doesn’t budge. “You’re joking.”

“I said get out.”

His head tilts, but he backs up slowly. You follow him toward the door, heart thumping against your chest. Fucking hell, this was your chance! Why were you kicking him out?

“So last night was just a lie,” Axl responds, pursing his lips.

“No, Axl, it wasn’t a fucking lie,” Again, you shove his chest. “I want you. I really fucking want you. But for the six years we’ve known each other, you’ve never given me so much as a fucking wink. For some reason, I’ve never been good enough for you to fuck.”

“And that pisses you off, doesn’t it?” Axl taunts, shoulder leaning against the doorframe. “I knew you were jealous. And I’ve got to be honest, it looks hot on you.”

“Just go, Axl.”

“You don’t want me to go,” his voice is low, raspy, and if he doesn’t leave now, you may just pull him back in. “I know you don’t.”

“Axl, goddamn it--.”

His hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you into his body, lips molding against yours. His lips feel just as you imagined. Warm and soft.

He moves them against your mouth with such expertise it was easy to let him guide you. With his free hand he shuts the door behind him as you cling to his body, locking your arms behind his head.

His tongue explores your mouth, claiming you with each sweep of his tongue. He sucks your bottom lip and a moan escapes you. He kisses like an angel, but he’s anything but.

Axl’s hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, the curve of your ass. He whispers “jump” into your mouth and you do, legs locking around his waist, never breaking the kiss. Heat crackles between the two of you, and you’re overwhelmed with the need to feel his skin.

Axl walks the two of you back into the living room, gently lying you on the couch. His lips disconnect from yours and you groan in want, but his lips find their way to your neck and you relax.

“So needy,” he whispers against the base of your throat. His fingers play with the hem of your shirt. “This is in the way.” In a swift motion, Axl rids you of your shirt, running the tip of my tongue over each of your nipples. They perk, and he smirks before closing his lips around the bud, flicking his tongue and softly biting the peaks. Arching your back forces more of your breast in his mouth, and you hook a leg around his waist, bucking your hips upward. “I need you.”

“Be a good girl and wait,” He demands, licking and kissing a line down your belly. He stops at your shorts, kissing your navel once before slowly dragging the shorts down your legs. He kisses the top of your underwear line, lowering his head until his mouth hovers above your clothed center, gently kissing the fabric. Your hips thrust upward in a frenzy. “Touch me, please.”

He says nothing as he takes his time pulling down your underwear. It’s been months since you’d been intimate, and the shyness takes over. Your legs try to squeeze shut, but Axl pushes them back open again. “You’re not hiding from me. I’ll stare at your pussy all day if I want to.”

His tongue licks a stripe up your center before disappearing between your silky folds. Wetness gathers between your thighs and he laps at it, sending a shutter of pleasure throughout your body. He licks and licks, using the tip and flattening his tongue, but what sends you over the edge is his lips sucking your clit into his mouth.

Your toes are curling and your chest is heaving. You do your best to suck in heaps of air, but you can’t focus on breathing as his tongue swirls around your clit.

You want to watch him. Back resting against the couch pillow, you hold yourself up on your elbows just in time to see Axl spit on your pussy. His thumb spreads the saliva across your clit, flicking it rather quickly.

His middle finger slides into your hole, wetness coating the digit as it pumps in and out of your folds. Axl adds his ring finger next, using his free hand to spread you open more. “So tight, sweetheart. Gotta loosen you up a bit so you can take my cock.”

You moan at the vulgarness of his words. This what exactly how you’d pictured sex with Axl. The dirty talk. The fingering. The gentle licks on your clit. This is what you’d been fucking wait for.

Your head falls back as his tongue finds your pussy again, the sensation of his fingers and tongue making your head fall back. “Fuck, fuck, Axl.”

“Yes, baby, I’m gonna fuck you.”

Cold air hits your clit as Axl pulls back, hands finding his jeans and pulling them down his legs. He kicks them off to the side, eyes locking with yours as he fists himself through his boxers. You reach out for him but he slaps your hand away, sliding the boxers down his thighs. His cock springs to life, thankful to not be constricted any longer. He’s long and hard with a few veins on the underside, and you whimper at the sight of precum that dribbles down the head. “Sit up.”

At that point, you’ll do anything he says. Axl sits, hand stroking his dick as you crawl over him, positioning your pussy directly over his cock. You lower yourself a bit, clit brushing against the soft head, and even Axl moans this time. His hands grab your hips, and together you lower yourself down, stifling a cry as his dick forces itself inside your hole, stretching your walls.

Axl’s mouth falls open as you sink yourself lower onto his cock. His hands never leave your hips, but instead aids in the bouncing of your ass against his thighs as you maneuver yourself up and down, up and down. Your tits are perched perfectly in front of him and he licks his lips in delight as he captures a nipple, swirling his tongue in circles.

Your body explodes in pleasure, from the tongue on your breasts to the dick burying itself in your cunt. Hands on Axl’s chest, you balance yourself over top of him, slightly craning your head back to watch as his cock slides in and out of your slick pussy.

Axl’s hand grips your face, turning you back to face him. “This is what you wanted?” He grunts out, hips thrusting upward to meet your hips. “You wanted me to fuck you like a whore?”

Your toes curl. Your legs squeeze against his thighs. Your head falls forward against his, breath fanning over his face as his hand squeezes your jawline. This is all you wanted, and even if you had to wait six years for it, it was worth it.

“Come on, ride my cock.” He grunts harshly as your hips pound against his legs, riding his dick as if there were no tomorrow. Like your life depended on it.

Your pussy clenches around him, and that all too familiar bubble in the pit of your belly only grows as Axl continues his pounding into you. He thrusts at lightning speed, and you’re so caught off guard you reach for the back of the couch, holding on as he fucks the daylights out of you.

“Axl! Shit, shit,” His balls slap against your underside, arms wrapping around your middle to steady you against him. “I’m gonna--fuck I’m--coming!”

Your thighs shake violently as you come, juices spilling out of your pussy, dripping down your legs, and puddling on Axl’s thighs. His load shoots into you and he pulls your forward, nuzzling his face between your breasts, breathing hard. With every twitch of his cock, you moan a little louder.

You close your eyes, steadying your breath as you come down from your sex high. Axl licks his lips, eyes trained on your mouth, and you lean in to kiss him, but your lips never meet as he pulls back.

“This can’t happen again.”

The words stun you as he slides his cock out of you. He stands from the couch, pulling on his boxers and pants before pulling his shirt down over his head, leaving you to process his words. This can’t happen again. Why the hell not?

“Wait, what?” You shoot off the couch, flustered and completely naked. Axl’s eyes run up and down your body, and you can see it in his face, he wants you. But something is holding him back. “I just had the best fucking day of my life, and you tell me it’ll never happen again?”

He shrugs, finishing the button on his jeans. There’s something sad in his eyes, and your heart breaks. “I don’t fuck the same girl twice.”

He turns, and you chase after him. Axl just gets to the door before you grab his arm, forcing him to turn around and look at you. “So that’s fucking it? You’re just going to leave?”

Axl nods, biting the corner of his mouth. “One and done, sweetheart. That’s all I can offer you.”

“But,” you stutter, unable to control the tears pricking your eyes. “But I thought-.”

“That fucking you would be different?” He asks, swallowing nervously as the tears in your eyes break free. Damn it. He wanted to be gone before the waterworks started. “That I’d want to be with you? We’re enemies, Y/N. Our personalities clash. You’re a bitch and I’m...well...you were right. I’m a bastard that only wants sex. You were never an exception,” Axl blows out a breath and watches as your face falls dejectedly. “You were just number seventy-three.”

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Guns N’ Roses Daughter’s ( Dad!Axl Rose x Teenager!FemReader)

Description: ( This fic will take place in 2020, but without the virus) Y/N, the youngest and only daughter of Axl Rose, the infamous vocalist of the most dangerous band in the world, will go through the problems of adolescence, but not without the help of her best friends and their parents, that maybe ou maybe not be in the same band of her father.

Warning: None, just fluff and Axl being the sweet pie he would be as a parent.

Words: 1440

Note: Hi guys! This is my first fanfic on tumblr ( I have some on wattpad, in the future I will translate them to here. I already apologize if I commit grammar mistakes, because THIS IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE :) . Another thing, this will be a series, not only a solo imagine. And lastly the band will be the CLASSIC FORMATION, as if Steven and Izzy never left the band. I hope all of you like, please reblog! Enjoy...

It was somewhere near three in the morning, when Y/N decided she was tired of turning and turning on her bed. Even Dijon, the cat ,was tired of her trying to sleep and unintentionally hitting him with her leg! She could tell by his angry mewl that it was getting on his nerves.

" I'm sorry, Diji." She murmured kissing his head and receiving a low mewl, " I won't bother you anymore, sweetie." And with that, she rolled out of her bed, walked and opened the door to see the second floor of the huge house totally dark.

Y/N new that she needed to be quiet because both of her parents had a light sleep, and the last thing she wanted was to make them even more worried by her anxious head. It was nothing too serious, but was bothering her silly mind. Y/N in less then 24 hours had one of the most important soccer games of the year, and it was driving her crazy! It was just a game? Yes. But she was still insecure of her abilities, and even if she played since a little kid, Y/N just wanted to make her family and school proud of her.

Deciding the best idea was getting down stairs and eating something to get her mind somewhere, Y/N made her way to the kitchen using her phone flashlight, and turning on the lights only when got there, still afraid of getting everybody up. She was met by the two big dogs they had, both passed out, Y/N laughed at the scene and turned to the fridge looking for a yummy treat. After a solid five minutes, she decided a diet coke and a leftover sandwich was fine for the moment, but almost dropping every thing to the ground when she closed the fridge door and met her fathers tired eyes.

" Y/N? Why are you up, darlin'? It's almost three a.m. ?" Axl said while helping her put the almost dropped containers on the counter.

"Dad? You almost killed me!" Y/N whispered yelling after her small heart attack. He smiled apologetic and guided her to sit at the table.

She started eating her food, while Axl just observed her with an unreadable face that he couldn't put a finger on what was wrong with Y/N.

" I'm just hungry..." As like she read his mind,but being always the worst liar ever, Axl rolled his eyes, and sat by her side.

"Princess, you're great at a lot of things, but lying isn't one of them." He took one of her hands in his, and looked at her big (e/c) eyes. " You know you can tell me anything."

" I know, Daddy." His face had a frown, but always hearing his kids calling him like that made his heart flutter. " I'm just worried about the game..." With that she put a huge piece of bread in her mouth.

" Why that, darlin'? You're one of the best on the team, if not the best one!" Y/N swallowed the rest of the sandwich and took a sip of her favorite drink, always having a problem with diet coke. " And you still have Misty by your side."

Mystery, more known as Misty, and known by being Slash's daughter and Y/N best friend. The other girls and Jason, Steven's only son, went to same school but only the two girls played soccer.

"Yeah, I know too. But having all the school and all of you guys watching, makes me even more pressured." She looked down at her lap, trying to hide the threatening tears to fall.

God! Axl hated seeing his baby girl like that. Which parent liked to see their kid like that?

Even if his childhood was the most fucked up one, when he and May found out they were having their first baby, Axl was over the moon and promised to her, and of course the unborn baby, he would always look after them. And after 26 years, four kids, more exactly three boys and one little girl, he still committed to his words.

"Princess, there's no need for that. Everyone is going to be there to support and cheer for you" He hugged Y/N and lifted her chin. " I know the feeling of facing a crowd, and how it can be stressful, even with all this years." Axl stroked her cheek, rubbing a tear that escaped her eyes.

" For real?" She just couldn't understand after all this years how he still got nervous about facing his fans.

" Oh, Love, you don't even know the half." He kissed her forehead. " But you know what makes me more confident?" Y/N shook her head. " The five of you, darlin'. I could never feel more confident without my family, and of course the boys..." She laughed and hugged him so strongly that almost crushed him.

" Thanks, Daddy." When she dissolved the hug, Y/N saw him almost out of breath. "Oh my god, I didn't mean to crush you, Dad."

" It's alright, Princess. You always give the best hugs." She flipped her hair and Axl rolled his eyes, Y/N totally got his attitude. " Don't get too bold, young lady..."

" It's your fault, I just got the Axl Rose's genes..." They got up to put the containers in the sink and he light pushed her shoulders with his hands.

" Shut up." He answered laughing, and then taking one of her hands. " You got the good parts of me and your mom, Y/n/N." She nodded her head knowing she would never win this argument.

Letting a small yawn and rubbing her eyes, the small midnight snack already kicking, Axl knew she was already feeling sleepy again, so both of them got upstairs till they make it to her door.

" Thanks again, I don't know how to live without you, I love you so much." Y/N hugged him again and Axl kissed the top of her head.

" I love you much more, sweetheart. If you need anything, just yell and I'll be here, okay?" Y/N answered with a small 'yes,dad', he kissed her cheek one more time and turned to go to his room, but turning again when she called him with a small and tired voice.

" Could... could you stay with me till I fall sleep?" Y/N used the biggest puppy face to convince Axl, knowing fully well he couldn't resist.

" 'Course darlin'" He smiled while entering the bedroom and took notice of the cat exactly on her side of the king size bed.

Before May, his lovely wife and mother of his four children, giving birth to Y/N was him the one the cat followed up and down, even sleeping with him! But as soon the small baby girl got into the house, Dijon didn't give a fuck about his presence. Sometimes even hissing at the singer, he still loved the cat from the bottom of his heart( not that he would admit), but now the cat was Y/N's without a doubt.

Y/N took the sleepy cat and put him besides her pillow. She got under the covers, adjusting to the middle of the bed so her father could sat by her side.

"Can you sing to me, daddy?" Of course he was going to sing to his little girl, always made her more relaxed, even since she was in her mother's belly.

" Which one do you want, Love?" Axl combed her (y/h/c) hair, the same color her mother's hair, making her eyelids even more heavier.

"Patience?" He nodded and started the slow melody, while Y/N started to drift off.

Axl didn't even got to the second verse, she was already passed out. Smiling at the scene, he gave one more sweet kiss to her forehead, adjusted the covers and got up to the door.

" Love you always, princess."

And with that he went to his room thinking how in the hell he made such a sweet creature? Laying besides his absolutely gorgeous wife, and hugging her waist.

" Where you were, honey?" May asked with a tired voice, didn't even turning to talk to him.

" Shh baby..." Axl kissed her hair. " Just taking care of our little girl" She murmured something that he couldn't understand but followed with a very low 'she's alright?' " More than okay, just her silly mind keeping her awake." May agreed with her head, but soon started to drift off too.

Axl nuzzled his head into her neck, starting to doze, thinking about his little perfect family.

F/N: This is the first chapter! Please tell me if y’all liked, every comment is valid.

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justimagineitblog · 4 years

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“You Used To Love Me” Michael Gray Fan Fiction - Chapter 6

A/N: hehehe here we gooo... chapter six!!!

Just a side note - I don’t want this Chapter to encourage women fighting or blaming the other woman for a mans behaviour - I believe in women sticking together! However, this chapter does contain some toxic female behaviour that we as humans fall into from time to time, that I do not condone !

I hope you enjoy my loves xx

I fiddle with my hands, bouncing my leg nervously in my chair as we wait for Michael and Gina to arrive to the meeting. They have no idea I’m going to be here. And honestly, I kind of wish I wasn’t here right now either. Tommy, Arthur and Polly all sit around the table as well, trying also act like they’re not nervous.

I couldn’t care less about what Gina might say. Or do. I just can’t stand to see Michael.

But before I have the opportunity to completely back out of this, the door knob turns and the both of them enter through the door. I jolt with shock in my seat, as my nerves are on high alert. Anything would set me off right now. They stall in the hall way first, as Michael takes off Gina’s coat. As I notice my heart rate elevating, I also notice that I’m staring at them.

God what do I do? Where am I supposed to look?

Michael walks into the room first before Gina, taking his hat of and looks up to greet everyone. His eyes shoot to me immediately. They widen. He stops dead in his tracks, like he’s just run into an invisible wall. He looks so pale that I could have sworn I physically saw the blood drain from his face. Hell, I’m sure mine’s not much different.

I will never get used to seeing him like this. Seeing us like this. Together in a room and not being greeting each other with a smile and a kiss, but instead with silent stares and tension that you could cut with a knife. This isn’t us. This will never be normal. No matter how much I am around him, this will always feel completely wrong. I have to face it; I feel completely wrong being in this world without him by my side.

I’m distracted from my thoughts when from behind the collar of his shirt I see him swallow, hard.

That is not like Michael. I know him. No matter how much he may feel like a stranger now, I still know him inside and out. And I know he has a poker face to kill. Under pressure, Michael is cold. Calm. Collected. He has to be in this business. But right now, I can see every single micro expression.

Why would he be acting like this if he hates me? If he truly doesn’t care for me anymore, if he doesn’t love me, then how come every time he see’s me he looks like a nervous school boy?

What is going on in your head, Michael Gray?

The painful silence of the room is bursted like a bubble when Gina walks into the room behind Michael.

And just like her husband, she freezes in her tracks. But unlike him, she doesn’t stand there speechless. Her face distorts into a scowl immediately as she eyes me up and down with disgust.

“What is she doing here?” she asks, not to dissimilar from a snake hissing.

I scoff, shaking my head. You’ve gotta hand it to her, she’s got some fucking balls. More balls than Michael.

“Trust me, I’m not thrilled about it either sweetheart” I reply, forcing a tight smile at her.

“Take a seat, Gina” Polly warns Gina, her voice harsh.

She keeps her eyes glued on me like a hawk, as Michael quickly launches into action and pulls out a chair for her and him to sit down at the table.

“Isabelle” Tommy begins, emphasising my name “Is here to work for us again, for the family” he emphasises “since thats what she is”

Gina’s mouth shoots open immediately, ready to interject. As if she has the right to speak up in a family meeting anyway. She’s hardly family. A ring doesn’t make you family.

“I’m not done,” Tommy growls, and Gina blinks rapidly. Not used to being told no, I assume.

“I don’t give a damn what anyone here thinks about this decision. I don’t give a damn about whatever has gone on here. If you’re as smart a business man as you want us to treat you as Michael, than I would think you can look past you and your wifes own personal… demands… to see that this is what the business needs. This isn’t about what you need. This is about the business” Tommy stops, letting it soak in “And she’s the best at what she does. The best we’ve ever had working for Shelby Limited. You can’t deny that, Michael. And we need her back. We need you back, Izzy”

There’s silence. Not that I expected Gina and Michael to be jumping for joy. I don’t dare look at Michael. I don’t want to see the look on his face. So I keep my eyes glued to the table.

“Now if anyone wants to speak, then speak. Gina, I’m sure you have something to say” Tommy scoffs as he sticks a cigarette in his mouth “Whatever you have to say, get it of your chest now. Because from this point forward, I won’t hear a word of it”

Tommy looks over at me, signalling me to speak. I shake my head at Tommy. He knows I have nothing to say to Michael. To Gina. To anyone.

I wait nervously as Tommy nods, turning his attention to Michael. But Michael doesn’t speak either.

When no one speaks, a baffled Gina begins to scoff and huff. Upset that she’s not getting her way I suppose. What do they call that? A tantrum?

“So that’s it? We don’t get to vote on this? Isn’t that what happens at these family meetings” She throws her hands up in the air before bringing them back down to slap the table.

I look up ever so slightly to see Tommy shaking his head, rubbing it in irritation at Gina squawking at him in her American accent.

To my left I spot Arthur, who is stifling a laugh as he takes a swig of his drink. A woman like Gina isn’t common around here- the way she carries on like it’s her god given right- I’m sure Arthur thinks the circus has come to town.

“This isn’t a voting matter” Tommy says, his voice firm “This is final”

But of course, Gina won’t take no for an answer. She turns her fit of anger towards Michael.

“Michael?” She begins, her voice high and shrill as she glares at him in bewilderment “Baby you’re not going to say anything? You know how this… how she… makes me feel” She hisses in his ear.

You’ve got yourself in trouble here haven’t you, Michael.

It’s a double edged sword, this is. And he knows it. I see him staring, paralysed, in the corner of my eyes. If he does stand up for Gina everyone in this room will think he’s completely brainwashed this time, they will never take his word about the business. But if he doesn’t speak up, he’s going to feel Gina’s wrath and it’s not pretty. And who knows what consequences that might hold for everyone. She already seems to have Michael strung up like her very own puppet. I’m betting he would do anything to appease an angry Gina. Maybe that’s how he got into this mess in the first place. One big old tantrum and the only way to suffice her rage was marriage? Of course I don’t know. But it doesn’t seem that unrealistic now that I’m learning more about this wicked woman he is married to.

Her demands at Michael drone on, and I can see the tension from Arthur, Polly and Tommy growing rapidly.

Tommy is about to explode. Jaw clenched tight, he glares at Michael, waiting impatiently for him to pull Gina back into line. Polly looks like she’s about to take a hand across Gina’s face. If this gets out of control, the fall out would be horrific. Gina may force Michael to cut ties with the family completely. Never see us again.

Finally, I look at Michael, who I’m shocked to find is already staring at me. Eyes widened, panicked, and screaming. He looks desperate for someone to say something. Before he does.

“Gina” I shout suddenly, almost taken aback by my own voice. But I remain steady, strong. I’ve opened my mouth now. I cannot back down. This needs to stop. Everyone’s heads shoot towards me, including Gina’s. She stares at me. Eyes wide open. Lips pursed tightly. I realise we’ve actually never spoken before. If I’m lucky this will be one of very few times I have to converse with such a horrid woman. I can feel Michael’s eyes burning into my like hot beams. I can’t imagine the back flips his stomach is doing waiting for what I might say. Actually, I can imagine. That’s exactly how he made me feel the day he came to visit me in my apartment. Good. I hope it hurts just as badly as it did for me. I turn in my seat, facing Gina head on.

“You want to live here, right? In your big house in the country? With your husband? Lot’s of kids? Well I promise you, that I will make this company enough money for you to buy your precious mansion 5 times over. Because despite your conspiracy, I have no desire to ruin your marriage. So just let me do my job, and I’ll stay out of your way while I do it. Deal?”

“Like I would take your word” she grills me “I know what your agenda is here”

I momentarily flicker my eyes towards Michael, and watch his move uncomfortably in his seat. Squirming.

“Actually my agenda was to be anywhere but here. I was abiding by you and your husbands demands. Gladly. But here we are”

“So you’re telling me I have to believe you’re just here to work? Seriously?”

“What do you think I have to gain from this, Gina?”

“Everything” she replies, and that word guts me. Everything. I thought I had everything. But my everything is hers now.

“I already lost that” I say, shaking my head. Without needing specifics, she know’s exactly what I’m talking about. I lost my everything to her.

Gina stares at me, her jaw clenching like she has many words she would like to say to me right now, but she never speaks.

Because she knows I’m right. And if she is as smart as she is cunning and calculating, then she is realising that her mouth should stay shut.

She folds her arms across her chest, then sits back in her seat.

“Michael? Anything to add?” Tommy pushes him to speak.

“It’s whats best for the business” his voice is low and gruff.

Gina’s head shoots towards him, and her face twists into a look I’ve never seen before. She is absolutely fuming.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” She exclaims “Are you serious right now Michael?”

He doesn’t dare reply.

“I think he’s serious, sweetheart” Polly says, when Michael doesn’t speak.

With a huff she stands abruptly, shoving her chair back.

“Don’t you see it? She is jealous! She’s here to worm her way in between us and ruin our marriage-“

“Gina that is enough!” Michael’s voice booms through the room as he shouts at his wife.

Michael never raises his voice. He certainly never raised it at me. Not even once. And rarely at anyone else. He always said he thought people only yelled to overcompensate. That fact that she pushed him to that point, speaks volumes. But his yelling isn’t the only thing that shocks me. The realisation soon sets in that he just… defended me….

Everyone’s eyes are glued to Gina as her neck grows into a bright red, followed quickly by her cheeks blushing violently.

She spins on her heels rapidly, storming out of the room. We listen as she snatches her coat of the hanger and blazes out the front door, slamming it behind her with rage.

Michael rubs the back of his neck, his head hanging in defeat and embarrassment.

“Michael, I’m sorry-“ I breathe, feeling horrible. This is all my fault. I should never have come here.

He stands to leave, straightening his tie and his collar nervously before he looks over at me.

“No, I’m sorry Izzy” he shakes his head at me, his voice quiet. Our eyes lock, once again. He holds my gaze this time. He looks… tired. Completely exhausted. He leaves the room, and soon after we hear him leave through the front door.

I stare in his direction. Frozen. Why was he… defending me? Why was he going against Gina for my sake? And I’m terrified. Terrified of the consequences and punishment he will suffer from for doing so.

“Are you okay?” I hear Polly ask, and I nod my head, but I don’t mean it. I’m just in autopilot. I couldn’t be more confused. The way he looked at me… his face shrouded in shame, regret, exhaustion, defeat, sorrow, guilt. All of those and a million others that would take me hours to comb through and differentiate.

Now I know what they meant. Tommy, Polly and Arthur. When they talked about something not being quite right. About something hiding behind his eyes. That he is different with Gina…

Does Michael still have feelings for me? He used to. All of that love, that bond, cannot just disappear. Maybe I haven’t lost him. Not completely. Maybe my Michael is still there… But what is he hiding?

Does Michael still love me?

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Mission Not Impossible

Random 29 for Belmanes - "How is my wife more badass than me?" for @manesalex. We have both Belmanes and Malex in this ficlet. I hope you enjoy it, love. 🧲❤️️

Isobel hadn't seen them coming, but she had the moves that were required. All that training after Noah manipulated her and died prepared her for anything.

Half of the Scooby Squad was out visiting an offsite location after finding an artifact that wasn't exactly human. It turned into somewhat of a double-mission-date with Gregory, Alex, and Michael all ready for action.

When they arrived in the abandoned building, they had unfortunately been separated.

Her husband, Gregory, liked to stick by her side—it made him feel more secure. He knew she was a tough cookie, he told her that daily, but it was his peace of mind having her within his sight. And if she could do anything for her love, it would be to give him that sense of calm after a lifetime of Manes' misery.

So she could only imagine how he was feeling now that somebody had scattered the group with gunshots.

"Damn," she muttered as she saw the two men lying on the ground, unconscious. They had appeared to be fit like bodybuilders yet had gone down like bowling pins.

Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dumb.

They had made some crude remarks about her ass and had barely finished their sentence when she had shoved them against the wall with her mind, something she had learned over time. Then she had dropped kicked them with her ankle. Graceful, too.

Humans. So predictable.

Except for Greg. He kept surprising her, over and over again. Her husband was one of the good ones. That concept had taken her some time to accept, but once she had, it had been happily ever after for them. No secrets, just love.

She had fallen in love so quickly it had been like falling asleep. Every day together, seemed to be better and better. He was her reason for being on earth. It all made sense now; the pain, the hurt, all of it. Gregory Manes was her everything.

Finally, she heard in the distance Michael calling out her name, "Izzy? Izzy, where are you?"

Then she heard Alex yelling as well, "Isobel? Are you okay? I think she's this way, Michael." Oh, the two of them. Just like how she was with Gregory, that's how Michael and Alex were and always would be. Those two husbands were almost as cute as she and Gregory were, but she would never admit that to them.

Michael didn't need that ego boost.

"I'm here!"

They came running into the room, sweat and blood dripping from their faces.

Alex looked down at the two men, "Impressive." He then peered over at his husband, "I told you she could handle it."

Michael just shrugged, "I'll always be protective over her; she's like my sister from another alien-mama. I can't help it."

"And oh how I love you for it," she replied, taking Michael into her arms. "Now, would you two mind telling me where my husband is?"

"He ran in the other direction, wanting to cover more ground to find you," Alex answered. He shook his head, "You know how my brother gets with you."

"And they call me protective," Michael laughed.

"Hey, I act the same way about you, babe," Alex responded, ruffling Michael's curls.

"I'm not complaining. It's actually a turn-on," Michael added, as he bit his lip.

"Okay, okay, you two," Isobel said, rolling her eyes. "Let's go find my man."

They ran down a gloomy corridor, which became darker with every step they took. Isobel brought out her flashlight and shined it into an empty room.

She was about to call out for Greg, when Alex grasped her arm softly and whispered, "There could be more of them. Just keep your eyes open."

Alex had more training in this type of situation, so she decided to follow the excellent soldier's lead.

When they heard a shuffle and a deafening noise coming from the second room on the right, Isobel pointed, and the other two nodded.

Carefully, they made their way down, creeping as quietly as they could without bringing attention to themselves.

As they stood by the doorway, Alex counted down from three, and they burst into the room.

Sure enough, Gregory was being detained at gunpoint, and Isobel was ready to kill the son of a bitch who dared to hold her husband against the wall.

He wasn't the only one that got protective over the one he loved.

"Let go of him, right now," she warned angrily.

Gregory's eyes widened as he took her in; she could see the relief, and then the fear re-enter them. "Isobel, get out of here!"

"I'm not leaving you." She looked at the men, all three of them, "This is my last warning. Let him go."

"How about I shoot the bastard for trespassing, then all of you instead?" The tall man exclaimed with a toothy grin.

She glanced over at Michael, then looked around at Alex, who nodded at her. Their silent communication was code for ass-kicking time.

Isobel put her hand up, "Sorry, boys, that's the wrong answer."

The man with the gun flew into the wall, and Michael pulled the weapon into his now healed hand.

Alex moved so swiftly, he barely seemed human. He rammed his fist into the muscular man so powerfully that the man sank quickly to the hard surface with a grunt. The other man tried to take Michael out, but Michael flipped the guy instantly with his powers.

Isobel had one target to get to, and that target was her husband. The guy she slammed into the wall, tried to get up and she kicked him back down. What a nuisance.

She rushed to Gregory’s side, kneeling next to him, and examined that his face was already swollen, "Are you okay, my love?"

Gregory caressed her cheek gently, and his cut lip turned into a soft smile, "I am now that I can see you're alright. I hate that we got separated. Did they hurt you?"

"Honey, I took them all out easily. Truly, it was a piece of cake."

"She's right, she did. Two men, in fact, on her own," her brother-in-law replied proudly. Isobel winked at Alex, her now best friend.

Gregory glanced at the men on the floor, passed out, and chuckled, "How is my wife more badass than me?"

Isobel grinned, "It just comes naturally, I guess."

Her husband pulled her towards him and kissed her lips gently, "I'm in awe of you, Isobel Manes."

"I hate to break up this tender moment; as you know, I'm a hopeless romantic myself," Michael interrupted as he blew a kiss at Alex, "but these men are going to wake up any moment, and we should probably get the hell out of here. I'm not sure how much alien juice we still have left in us..."

Isobel groaned but pulled away slowly, "Dammit. We didn't even get the book explaining the artifact, though. It was the whole reason we came here. What a waste."

"I wouldn't say that," her husband murmured.

She looked over at him, as he reached into his back pocket, wincing, then holding up a small book. Isobel gasped and clapped her hands, "And you call me a badass. Well done, sweetheart!"

"Hey, being married to you, I've had to learn to keep up. Plus, I do have moves of my own, too."

Isobel helped Gregory to his feet, with the help of his brother. When he was up, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, "Don't I know it." She kissed Gregory’s cheek, hovering on his soft skin, thinking all about when she would have him home to herself.

Alex laughed to the side of them, "I might have to agree with my husband on this one. You two rocked this mission, but we gotta go."

"Agreeing with Michael? I never thought I'd see the day," she smirked as they made their way out of the room; her hand intertwined with Gregory’s.

Alex grinned, “You’d be surprised. It happens from time-to-time.”

"Hey! I know what I'm doing," Michael replied with a playful frown as they ran down the hallway.

"Sure, Guerin!" They all laughed.

Mission accomplished.

#belmanes #malex #belmanes fic #malex fic #isobel evans #gregory manes #michael guerin #alex manes #my fic #tw: some violence #tw: mention of blood #tw: gun

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facialteeth · 4 years

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Alec knew his boyfriend made music. He just didn't know other people knew Magnus made music.

Or, how Alec Lightwood finally figured out that his boyfriend is famous and how he started a storm on twitter in the process.

Alec hadn’t known Magnus was famous. No one believed that he hadn’t known, of course. How could he not have known? How could he have been dating him for that long and not realized? How had he not looked online? How had he not seen his photos on the cover of every magazine in the city?

The answer was that Alec was just really, really oblivious. He had no clue who any of the celebrities Izzy talked about were. He didn’t recognize anyone in movies or on TV shows. He never knew any of the guests on those morning talk shows. He never knew who the singers on the radio were and social media, that was a whole other mess that Alec didn’t understand.

Alec had a twitter account but he didn’t even really know what twitter was. He retweeted Izzy’s stuff sometimes, whatever that meant. Sometimes, he’d click the little heart on stuff but that was really the extent of how he used it, despite Izzy’s valiant attempts to make Alec use it more. He had facebook but all he did was post photos of his siblings, when they insisted he do so. He had maybe twenty friends on facebook and all the other ones, snapchat and instagram, he hadn’t even bothered with.

How was he supposed to know Magnus was famous? It wasn’t like Magnus had some magical aura around him that let everyone know- or, well Alec found everything about him rather magically but it had nothing to do with the fact that apparently, everyone in the world knew who he was.

Magnus hadn’t said anything either. Magnus hadn’t told him.

Well, he’d told Alec he made music but how was Alec supposed to know he actually made music; music that people listened to, music that played on the radio, music that had been a top hit on Spotify for over a month (whatever that meant). Magnus was one of hundreds of people in New York that ‘made music’ and of course, Alec had wanted to hear it when Magnus had told him.

He wanted to hear anything Magnus made because he was so different from the other hundreds of people but that didn’t mean Alec knew other people also wanted to listen to the music Magnus made. Magnus showed him some slow song, one that apparently hadn’t been released yet, one that Izzy freaked out about knowing he’d heard the demo before anyone else but Alec didn’t know it was a real song that was being produced.

It was a good song. It had nothing to do with Magnus’ music or how good it had been. The song had been amazing. Magnus’ voice was something Alec never wanted to stop listening to but Alec just didn’t know Magnus was famous. He didn’t know he had thousands of followers on twitter. He didn’t know he was verified (which was a big deal, Alec had picked up).

He just didn’t know. So, he hadn’t thought anything of posting a photo of he and Magnus. Izzy had been bugging him for weeks to show her his new boyfriend and even that early, Alec had been sure he loved Magnus. He wanted to show him off. He wanted to show everyone how pretty his boyfriend was.

So, he posted it on Twitter. His parents were friends with him on facebook still and he hadn’t really wanted to deal with whatever they’d say. So, he’d posted it on twitter for Izzy and Jace to see. He figured Izzy would be thrilled he’d made a post. It was just a simple photo, one of he and Magnus smiling on the last date they’d gone on.

Alec texted Izzy after, asking, ‘Did you see him?’ to which she replied, ‘That’s not your boyfriend,’ much to Alec’s confusion and disappointment. That was rude of her and it wasn’t exactly the joyous response Alec had expected back. He’d expected Izzy to go on about how handsome Magnus was and how nice his make up was but…

That was okay. Alec responded with a simple question mark and then, he’d put his phone down for the day. He worked from home, so even though he could keep his phone on him, he always chose not to. He’d plug it in across the room and leave it for nearly eight hours, so he knew he could concentrate. His phone rang if someone called more than three times, so Alec knew everyone could get a hold of him if they really needed to and it rang for Magnus always, so Alec just didn’t need it.

It was almost four hours later when his phone did ring. It was Magnus. Alec could tell instantly because Magnus had a special ringtone, of course. Alec hadn’t thought much of him calling. It was nearly Alec’s lunch and Magnus tried to call him on his lunch, if he wasn’t working.

Alec saw the notifications on his phone as he picked it up and he was confused because no one ever interacted with anything he did. It must be Izzy or Jace or those notifications from the games he’d downloaded once and then never used. Alec hardly even looked. He’d check it after. The only thing that mattered was that Magnus was calling him.

Alec answered, grinning before he could even greet him. “Hey.” He said, a little breathless in his excitement. Magnus was away this week, so they hadn’t seen each other in a few days. Alec missed him already.

“Hi, Sweetheart.” Magnus greeted just as cheerfully. Alec could hear people in the background, talking. It sounded like a lot of noise and Alec wondered where he was. “How’s work?”

Alec glanced over the mess of papers he was still editing on his desk. He worked for a publishing company and the main part of his job was reading through manuscripts and catching mistakes. Alec liked his work. He liked reading and he was good at what he did but it was draining some days, when he just didn’t feel like doing it.

“It’s okay.” Alec said finally. “I’m nearly through that script I showed you last week. I won’t spoil the ending for you but you were pretty close.”

Magnus hummed, a soft chuckle bubbling from his lips. “Was I?” He asked, clearly pleased with himself. “I wasn’t sure if she’d end up killing him or if he’d run off somewhere, never to be seen again.” Magnus continued. He liked reading the beginning of the scripts Alec worked on and trying to guess what happened in the end. He was pretty good at it.

“Well, you’re going to have to read it yourself when it comes out but-” Alec trailed off, teasing like he wasn’t going to tell him for a moment. “She super kills him.”

Across the phone, Magnus laughed. “I knew she did.” He insisted, like he hadn’t just admitted he’d been unsure a moment before. Alec let him have the win without commenting. “I bet it was gruesome too.”

Alec laughed along with him. It had been gruesome but Magnus would never guess how she’d done it. “You’re going to have to read it.” He insisted. “You’re never going to guess how it happened. It involves a pool ball and that’s all I’m saying.”

“Well, then you’ll have to buy it for me when it comes out.”

“I suppose I will.” Alec agreed easily. He’d buy Magnus whatever he wanted. “What are you doing?” He asked, finally having a lull in the conversation to ask. “It’s loud.”

“Oh, I’m still at work.” At that, Alec frowned. Normally, when Magnus was working he didn’t call. “I just heard-” Magnus paused for a moment and then continued, changing his wording. “Did you post a photo of us on twitter?”

Alec frowned deeper. “Uh, yeah. Izzy’s been bothering me to post a photo of us and I have my parents on facebook-” Alec trailed off frowning deeper. He didn’t even think Magnus followed him on twitter. He didn’t use it enough to have Magnus follow him. “How did you know that?” He asked, the confusion evident in his tone.

“A few people sent it to me.” Magnus said, confusing Alec even more. “Quite a few people actually.”

Alec stayed silent, hoping Magnus would explain further but he didn’t. “How- I didn’t think any of your friends followed me on twitter.” Alec said finally. He knew Magnus had friends that used twitter a lot but again, Alec didn’t even use his. He had maybe ten posts on it.

“I don’t think any of them did.” Magnus replied. “Someone must have just seen it and retweeted it, so a bunch of other people saw it and retweeted it.”

Alec would have been offended at Magnus’ tone, if he hadn't been even more confused by the explanation. Alec didn’t need him to explain what retweeting was. He understood that, at least he thought he did. “Oh.” Alec said finally, his brows furrowed deeply as he tried to figure out what was going on. Was Magnus mad he’d posted it? Alec thought Magnus’ friends knew about him but maybe- “Should I not have posted it?” Alec asked softly, his heart breaking a little at the thought.

They’d only been dating for a few months and Alec tried to remind himself of that. Maybe, Magnus hadn’t told anyone. Maybe, Magnus was seeing someone else.

“No, it’s fine.” Magnus insisted and the worry practically melted off Alec’s shoulders as he spoke. Alec could tell by Magnus’ tone that it was fine but then, why was Magnus calling? “You just might have a lot of people following you and bothering you now. I wasn’t sure if you would be okay with that.”

“Oh.” Alec blinked. “Why would people bother me?” He asked softly, still not comprehending what Magnus was trying to say. He thought Magnus was trying to tell him that people were upset Alec had posted it or that people didn’t like him. Exactly what people, Alec still didn’t know.

For a moment, Magnus didn’t answer. He didn’t seem to know what to say but when he finally spoke, he sounded a little amused. “Just because I have a lot of followers online.”

Alec pondered that for a moment. “Because of your music?” He asked softly.

“Yes.” Magnus replied, sounding just as amused as he had been a moment before. “Because of my music.” Magnus chuckled softly as he spoke and then asked, “Is it okay if I retweet it and confirm that you’re my boyfriend so people can stop speculating?”

At that, Alec frowned deeper. He didn’t understand why Magnus was asking. He’d posted it, obviously he’d wanted his family and his friends to know about Magnus. Why would Magnus ask if he could do the same? Unless, Magnus thought he was worried it would get back to his parents.

That must be it. It was actually kind of sweet he’d ask. “Yeah, that’s fine.” Alec said finally, not really knowing what he was agreeing to at all.

“Okay, good.” Magnus moved and there was a sound on the other side of the phone, like someone among the chorus of voices had yelled Magnus’ name. “I have to go.” Magnus said, after he’d yelled something back. “I’ll call you tonight. Okay?”

“Okay, have fun at work.” Alec said, still a little dazed with the whole conversation.

“You too.” Magnus said before ending the call.

Alec stood for a moment in the dead silence that Magnus had left, still feeling like he was missing something about the conversation they’d just had. Finally, he moved and looked down at his phone screen and he knew by the sight that met him that he had missed something.

It was only then that Alec saw that amount of notification he really had on his phone. He didn’t even know he had notifications set for twitter before now. That’s how little he used the app but now, scrolling down his screen for just a moment, Alec saw that he had to have well over a hundred notifications.

He’d assumed it was Izzy and Jace, the only people who ever sent him anything, but this was people he didn’t even know. Alec opened twitter frowning as he tried to find where to see the notifications he was getting. Finally, he found the little button and when he opened it on the app, nothing was any clearer.

People were retweeting the post, most people adding some little comment that Alec didn’t really understand. People were asking if he was really Magnus’ new boyfriend. Some people were arguing with others, insisting that of course Alec wasn’t otherwise Magnus would have posted it. Some people were talking about Magnus’ hair and how the photo was clearly from last week. Some people were insisting that Alec was just really good at photoshop, which Alec found a little funny.

He wouldn't even know how to download photoshop, let alone use it and besides, why would he photoshop pictures of he and his boyfriend? For a moment, Alec still didn’t understand what was happening. He thought maybe people didn’t believe they were together because of how pretty Magnus was.

That was the only thing that made sense. Alec knew Magnus was way out of his league but… Alec worked out. He didn’t think he looked that horrible, horrible enough to invoke a bunch of people insisting he was lying about his boyfriend.

It was only when Alec noticed the usernames of the people retweeting his post that he realized something else might be going on. He’d thought it was Magnus for a second but what the person had said didn’t sound like Magnus at all and then Alec kept scrolling and he realized that most of the people had Magnus in their name, or some variation of his name. Some people spelled it with little X’s thrown in, some people spelled it just slightly wrong but it was clear it was Magnus’ name.

Magnus’ name couldn’t be that common. Alec had never even heard of someone having that name before and yet… It wasn’t until Alec clicked one of the profiles that he put it together. Someone had just retweeted it, talking about how ‘juicy’ Alec was (whatever that meant) and their profile picture was Magnus.

It wasn’t someone using his name, it was Alec’s Magnus. Why did this person have a photo of Magnus in the first place? Wasn’t that weird? Did Magnus have a bunch of stalkers he’d failed to tell Alec about? Alec panicked for a second, thinking he should call Izzy and ask how to delete the photo when someone else retweeted it.

The username was Magnus but it wasn’t spelled wrong this time and the words that went along with it reminded Alec enough of his boyfriend that he clicked it quickly before it could be lost among the sea of notifications he was getting.

This profile was Magnus’ or Alec was pretty sure it was. The person typed like Magnus and the message that went along with it had to be Magnus. He’d written simple, ‘You can stop DMing me. This is indeed my sweet boyfriend, who I’m sure is very overwhelmed with the amount of notifications he’s getting right now.’

Overwhelmed was an understatement because the moment Magnus retweeted it, Alec’s notifications exploded. Alec had been skimming them as they came, seeing what people were saying but now they were coming so quickly that Alec couldn’t read a single word of any of it.

Alec panicked and closed the app as quickly as he could but the notifications kept coming. He tried to call Izzy but his phone didn’t seem to want to work. It was just as flustered as Alec was by the messages and when he clicked on the button to call her, nothing happened. Alec waited, hoping his phone would catch up but the messages kept pouring in and his phone didn’t seem willing to focus on anything else.

Alec turned his phone off and only then did they stop. Alec took a deep breath in his kitchen and then he turned and walked back into his office.

‘How do you turn off twitter?’ Alec typed into the search bar, frowning as he scanned the results that popped up. Izzy and Jace had insisted the year before that there was no reason Alec needed a home phone when he had a cell phone. They’d mocked him and told him that no one had a home phone, so Alec had caved and gotten rid of it but right now, it would have been pretty useful.

Alec was sure twitter wouldn’t have been able to break his home phone.

He hadn’t found much about turning twitter off but his attention strayed anyway and after giving up on that, he typed into the search bar, ‘Magnus Bane’. At the top, the screen read ‘about 64,700,000 results’ which made Alec frown harder. Pictures of Magnus popped up, hundreds and hundreds of them. He’d thought maybe someone else had the same name as Magnus but this was his boyfriend.

‘Magnus Bane Official Site’ the first link read. ‘Magnus Bane- Wikipedia’ the second said. After that, Alec stopped reading each thing that popped up and he just scanned, catching nothing but Magnus’ name in the mess on his screen. He must have scrolled for three or four pages before he stopped.

It was about an hour later that Izzy showed up pounding on Alec’s door. When Alec opened it, she burst inside in a fury, holding her phone in one hand as she talked to someone that sounded like Jace. “No, he’s here.” She said, barely paying Alec any mind. “I’m going to ask- hold on.” On the other side of the phone, Jace kept talking. “Hold on, hold on-” He still didn’t hold. “I’ll call you back.” Izzy said finally before she ended the call.

She spun on her heels and lunged towards Alec as Alec slowly closed his front door behind her. “Alexander Lightwood!” She yelled, her voice raising high enough to make Alec flinch at the sound of it. She rarely called Alec by his full name. “You’re dating Magnus Bane?” She snapped.

Hesitantly, Alec nodded. “Uh, yeah. I guess so.”

“You guess so?”

Frowning, Alec nodded again, a little slower. “Well, I am.”

Izzy stared at him with that look until he kept talking.

“I am!” Alec bit his lip self consciously. “I just didn’t-” He stumbled over his words, finding it hard to explain or even understand what had happened over the past few hours. “I didn’t know so many people liked him.” He said weakly.

“You didn’t know so many people liked him?” She asked in disbelief. “Liked him?” She echoed again. “Alec, he's all anyone is talking about. He’s nominated for just about every music award he could be nominated for. He’d been at the top of the charts for three months straight. He’s one of the most famous singers in the world right now.” Izzy stared at him, like he was supposed to respond to that. When he didn’t, she snapped again, “You didn’t know people liked him?”

Alec threw his hands up defensively. “Izzy, I don’t listen to the radio! I don’t know celebrities!” He snapped.

“Well, you obviously know one pretty well!” She snapped back as Alec kept trying to speak over her.

“He didn’t tell me-” He tried to say.

“Why did you tell me?” Izzy asked over him.

They both fell silent for a second and then, Izzy started laughing. Instantly, relief blossomed in Alec’s chest. She wasn’t actually mad at him then.

“Alec, I can’t believe you’ve been dating Magnus Bane and you didn’t know he was famous.” She said, a little hush of disbelief in her tone.

Alec laughed along with her, running his hand through his rather messy hair. “I knew he did music but I just didn’t know other people knew about his music.” He explained, frowning as he remembered his broken phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and stared down at it. “And now everyone is saying things to me and my phone won’t work and I don’t know how to turn twitter off.”

Izzy reached out for his phone, scoffing as she clicked the button a few times, “Did you turn it off?”

“Yeah.” Alec peered over at it as Izzy turned it on. “I didn’t know what to do. Everyone was saying so many things-”

“Well, yeah. Magnus has twelve million followers Alec. I’d imagine your phone was blowing up.”

Twelve million. That was a number Alec couldn’t even comprehend. “I have twenty.” Alec mumbled, watching as all of the notification started popping up once again.

They both stared down at Alec’s phone for a moment before Izzy mumbled, “Well, I’d imagine you’ll have a lot more now.”

A lot more was an understatement. When Alec’s phone finally calmed down and Izzy was able to turn off his notifications, Alec saw that he had ‘2.4M’ followers, which Izzy had to confirm yes, it meant he had two million followers now.

Izzy kept insisting that he should tweet something, so Alec finally typed out, ‘Hi. I don’t know how to use twitter.’ before he hit send.

Across from him, Izzy had scoffed and then laughed, like he’d done something funny. “Good one.” She said finally and according to all the people who hearted Alec’s tweet and retweeted it, Alec thought it was a good one.

Izzy even showed Alec how to follow Magnus and after that, Alec had spent over an hour going through and retweeting all of Magnus’ posts.

“Why are you doing that?” Izzy asked when she finally noticed.

Frowning, Alec retweeted another one. “I want him to know I like his posts.” He turned his phone to show her the one he’d just retweeted. “Look, he was at the beach.”

Izzy stared at him for a moment, a soft smile that Alec didn’t quite understand coming over his face. “Well, then you just heart it Alec. You don’t have to retweet them all.”

Alec pulled his phone closer to him again, going back to his task. “I am hearting them. I’m retweeting them too, so he sees.”

Izzy kept trying to explain why he didn’t need to do that but eventually, she gave up and Alec kept doing it anyway. He was supporting his boyfriend, he insisted to her.

Later, when Magnus finally called him after work, he told Alec he had noticed him retweeting all of his posts and Alec had looked over at Izzy, smiling. “See?” He’d murmured to her. “He noticed me supporting him.”

Izzy had rolled her eyes but she’d kept smiling as she did. “Okay, that’s just not really what retweeting is for.”

Alec didn’t care. He’d keep supporting his boyfriend and besides, even the people who liked Magnus had noticed Alec retweeting all his stuff. Someone had written, ‘Magnus’ boyfriend posting that he doesn’t understand twitter and then retweeting every post he’s ever made.’ They put a crying face at the end that Alec didn’t really understand.

He retweeted it anyway. A moment later, Magnus hearted it and that made Alec smile. He didn't understand twitter much but he was getting better and if Magnus kept liking his stuff, he supposed he was doing pretty good.

#Malec #Fluff #Famous Magnus AU #Shadowhunters #malec fanfiction #my wriing

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juliettecxi · 3 years

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Rating : G

Word count : 1.9K

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Clary was late. Sure, she was never punctual, she was always a few minutes tardy here and there, but today she was late. So late, she walked into her lecture half an hour after it started.

She snuck in while her professor's back was turned and raced past the rows and sat next to her raven haired friend.

As Clary collected herself, She felt Izzy’s burning gaze on her profile. Clary turned around and looked at her friend and shot her a sheepish smile. “Good morning!” she said, and Isabelle frowned in response. Clary could feel a lecture coming. “Clary,” Izzy started, “You’re a lot of things, you have many flaws, and I love you regardless,” she smiled. “But if you don’t buy a damn alarm clock and wake up on time I will not cover for you ever again!” she hissed. Clary sighed, “ It’s not my fault alarm clocks have snooze buttons, or off buttons for that matter. But I wasn’t totally late only because of my lack of alarm clocks…” she trailed off. Izzy looked at her. “Then why were you late?” she questioned with a smirk. Clary knew all too well where her adventurous friend's brain was going. “Isabelle. No. It’s just. See, ugh now I don’t wanna tell you!” Clary whined. “Come on! Please!” Izzy said with a laugh, making puppy eyes at Clary. She opened her mouth to say more but was interrupted by a booming voice from the front of the lecture hall. “Is there something you two would like to share with the class?” asked their professor, his voice laced with irritation. Clary and Isabelle quickly parted and pretended to take notes. Izzy gave Clary a look that said “Later” but Clary simply smirked. She’d have to catch her first.

Isabelle knew Clary like the back of her hand, and if one thing was clear, Clary was obviously hiding something. She knew it had nothing to do with a late night hook-up, Clary wasn’t like that, but she wildly suspected it had something to do with the opposite sex, and if the scent of coffee and donuts that lingered on Clary was anything to go by, that certain someone was probably from the coffee shop she recently started frequenting.

As it turned out, Clary’s late arrival did not go unnoticed by her professor, “He’s an art professor Clary, he literally lives for detail.” was what her roommate and best friend Simon had told her when Clary entered their apartment in a foul mood after getting a 15 minute lecture from her professor about punctuality. “Hey, you left here on time didn’t you? Why were you late?” he asked, suddenly curious. “Well, ummm I missed the bus?” Clary said, trying to come up with a good enough excuse to cover up for the real reason she was late, but she obviously failed miserably, for the look on Simon’s face was anything but belief. “Clary…” he said, and gave her a look. “Wow!” Clary suddenly exclaimed.” Would you look at the time! Gotta run! Catch ya later Simon!” she said, grabbed her jacket and ran for the door.”

“Clary! Get back here!” Simon called after her, but it was too late, for the tiny redhead had already disappeared out of sight

Clary ran down the apartment stairs and onto the street. She would have to answer a lot of questions later on, but she needed to get to the coffee shop, partially for coffee, but mostly to see a certain blond hottie who was the reason she was late today.

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Jace always wondered how he ended up working at the coffee shop. He was a broke college student, but there were so many jobs out there, why a coffee shop of all places? If he didn’t need the money, he would’ve quit a long time ago.The snobby customers and his co-worker Magnus’s Taylor Swift playlist that played on loop was enough to make him consider ending it all. Not to get him wrong, he loved Taylor, but hearing ‘Style’ about ten times everyday was just too much for Jace.

As he was pouring a customer a cup of coffee, another coworker and his best friend Alec came over to him. “Hey bestie!” Jace said, raising his voice a few pitches higher. Alec gave him a disgusted look and said “Your redhead sweetheart is here.” At this Jace’s mood brightened, she’d been coming to the coffee shop for a few days now, and seemed to be a college student, just like him. “You know maybe you should talk to her, she seems kinda into you.” said Alec and gave Jace a suggestive smirk. He frowned. “I would, but I honestly doubt she’s into me, maybe she has a thing for Magnus?” “Magnus!” Alec said,almost choking on his own spit. “You summoned me!’ said a voice from behind them. Alec gave Magnus a loving look and looped his arms around his waist. Jace cringed a little internally. “Couples…” he thought. “Jace-yy..” Magnus drawled, “Your crush is here to see you.” “Can you believe Jace thinks she’s here for you?” Alec said with a laugh and Magnus started laughing with him. This was too much domestic-ness for Jace to handle, so he decided to go see his crush.

According to the badge on his t-shirt, the hottie’s name was Jace. Clary liked that name. It was simple, yet unique, and maybe their ship name could be Clace. It had become a part of the morning routine to go to the coffee shop, order a cup of coffee and a donut, and stare at Jace for 15 minutes. Today she may have gotten a little lost into the staring (which was totally not creepy) and missed her bus.

Oh well, at least it wasn’t a waste of time.

As she was entering the coffee shop after running away from Simon, Clary decided that she was going to talk to Jace. The coffee shop was always a very calming place, and whoever handled the music had excellent taste. Clary made her way to the counter, the cashier was always a black haired boy who scared her a little, but she would always see Jace behind him, like a star working away on making coffee and satisfying customers. As she looked up from the menu card she expected to meet a pair of blue eyes, only to be met with a pair of tawny ones. Jace. Sirens started going off in Clary’s brain. Should she run? Should she pretend to be mute? Should she just risk it all and talk to him? Clary decided to go with option four, which was to stare blankly at Jace and grin. “Um, hi? Can I get you something?” without thinking Clary replied, “Yeah my usual please.”, left the cash on the counter, ran to her seat, put her head on her table and mentally screamed. He probably thought she was an idiot now.

A few minutes later Jace brought her order to her table, gave her a smile and left. Why was he so perfect? As Clary was adding sugar to her coffee she realized something, how did he know her order?

After the first interaction Jace had with the red head, he was elated, but also kind of bummed because he didn’t catch her name. He smiled to himself remembering their conversation, when he saw her stalking up to him. Jace smiled. “Do you need any-” he began to ask, only to be cut off when she said “Are you stalking me?” Jace was stunned. “What?!” he asked, unable to believe his own ears. “I said, are you stalking me? You know, I expected more from you blondie. I thought you were an honourable man who respected women and wasn’t a creep.” The lady kept going on and on and all Jace could do was stare open mouthed at her. How could he have been so stupid, he’d memorized her order and he’d never taken it before, naturally, she was bound to think he was a creep. All he could was put his head down in shame.

Alec heard the commotion, so he came over to see what was going on, only to be met with the sight of his best friend getting yelled at by his crush. “What’s going on here?” he interjected. The red head looked at him with fire in her eyes. “This man,” she said “Has been stalking me! He’s memorized my coffee order. He’s never served me before and when I asked for my usual, he brought me my usual!’ Alec realized what was going on. “He’s not stalking you shorty,” he said tiredly. “This moron has a crush on you!” he said with an exasperated sigh. At this the red head flushed, mumbled a sorry and ran out of the store. Jace glared at Alec. “it had to be done man..” he said, and walked away, while Jace ran after the girl.

“Stupid. stupid . stupid!” Clary thought to herself as she ran out of the shop. How could she just assume like that! Also crush? No way, and definitely not anymore. Her mind was reeling. She could hear the other boy’s voice; “This moron has a crush on you; a crush; on you.” Was it possible to feel so happy you wanted to fly, but also feel like you wanted to bury yourself alive at the same time? Because that was exactly how Clary felt.

She had run quite a distance when she heard a familiar baritone voice call after her. “Clary! Please wait up, I just want to talk!” She stopped in her tracks. As Jace ran up to her started talking. “Look, I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have made such an assumption, I’ll never set foot into the coffee shop again. Once again- Jace put a finger on her lips. “Shoosh…” he said, “I’m the one who should apologize. What I did was kind of creepy and I can understand where you were coming from. Also, ignore what my friend said back there. Clary couldn’t believe it. He had no reason to apologize, yet he came running after her to do just that. Why was he so sweet? Mustering all her boldness, “But I don’t want to ignore it.” she said, a little bashfully. “Huh? what do you mean?” Jace said, but she could see a small smirk on his face. Clary let out a big sigh. “I’ve had a crush on you ever since I walked into that coffee shop.” she said. Jace’s eyes widened “Really? Wow! Same! But in all honesty I didn’t think you liked me like that. I mean a girl like you couldn’t have possibly been single?” Clary looked at him and giggled. “Oh you have no idea. Also, I feel really bad about what I did back there? Is there any way I can make it up to you?” she asked, feeling guilty. Jace looked thoughtful. “Hmm.. How about a cup of coffee, and maybe your number?” he said, with a twinkle in his eyes. “Most certainly blondie! It’s the least I could do after everything!” she said.

“Hey I never learned your name.” Jace said, “Clary.” she replied. “Beautiful.” he said, and they both walked back to the coffee shop arm in arm while giggling as they recounted the events of that day.

“I’m telling you Simon, she’s met someone here!” Izzy said, as she and Simon entered the coffee shop, only to see Clary engaged in a vivacious conversation with an extremely good looking boy with blond hair. Simon was taken back, he definitely did not think something like this would happen. “Well,” Izzy said, with a smirk on her face, “Looks like you owe me a doughnut!” “It looks like I do..” Simoon said, with a resigned sigh and rolled his eyes as he went after Isabelle, who’d already headed off to Clary and the blonde’s table.

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#the shadowhuter chronicles #the mortal instruments #clary fray #clary fairchild #jace wayland #jace herondale #clace #clace fanfiction #shadowhunter fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #clary x jace

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mamawolfblood · 3 years

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Chap 8 Up the creek

Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island... The competitors were forced to conquer their deepest, darkest fears. Not all of them succeeded, but others surprised the group and faced their fears head-on. In a shocking twist, Tyler let the Bass down when he was too chicken to face the chicken. Get it? [laughs] And it was "Buh-Bye, Tyler." Once again, the Bass find themselves behind. Can they pull this one out of the water? Find out today on Total. Drama. Island!

Iris an the Others listed to Chris explain the challenge.

Chris: Bass, Gophers, today's challenge is a true summer camp experience. A canoe trip. You'll be paddling your canoes across the lake... [spookily] to Boney Island! When you get there, you must portage your canoes to the other side of the island, which is about a two-hour hike through treacherous, dense jungle.

"Wait you mean one of the most flocked to paranormal hot spots. That Boney Island!" Iris said alarmed Chris laughed "I take it you don't mess with that?" He asked looking at his daughter. "Why else would I carry sage and sault. They can do anything to you." She said quivering. "Are you sure it was blood you were afraid of?" He asked skeptically. Iris nods at him.

(Confessionals)

Iris

"Look you cant physically do anything to a spirit. But if provoked or even on a wim, they can seriously mess you up. That said please don't let there be a dip shit on this team. Oh wait Lindsay and Beth both dipshits."

*static*

(Confessional end)

Geoff: We've gotta pour what?

Chris: "Portage." [fly buzzes] Dude, walk with your canoe.

Geoff: Oh.

Chris: When you arrive at the other end of the island, you'll build a rescue fire that will be judged by me. The first team to paddle home and return their canoes to the beach is the winner of invincibility! Move, campers, move! Oh, wait! One more thing I should mention. Legend has it, if you take anything off the island, [spooky voice] you'll be cursed forever!

[thunder]

Iris looked at her whole team. "None of you do anything to piss off the Island. So many people have died at that place." Leshawna "White girl more superstitious than my granma. Take a chill pill we will be fine." She said patting Iris on the back.

Owen: Yeah, haha! A cursed island! Whoo!

Chris: Now, get in your canoes and let's have some fun!

Owen: Yes!

[toilet flushes]

Beth[coming out of the bathroom]: What'd I miss?

Chris: Canoes.

Everyone got in the canoes and made our way to the island. Leshawna was watching me. "Hey so how are you and Duncan doing?" She asked trying to get my mind off of things. "He wants Courtney. Thats ok did think we would get together anyway. " I said feeling my heart brake with every word. "Girl let it go he will see what a prize he lost. Far as I'm concerned you are one of the sweethearts on the island. If you ask me the best way to heal a broken heart is revenge." She said not knowing what she just suggested.

When we get on the Island and start walking. I look over to my right and there they were giant Beavers.

We all started to run being chased by these over grown carpets.

Chris: [confessional] A remnant of the Pleistocene Era, the woolly beaver is a day-active rodent indigenous to Boney Island. Oh yeah, and they're meat eaters.

(Confessional Off)

After losing the overgrown carpets and dodging the diving birds trent gets caught in quick sand.

(Confessionals )

Iris

Ok maybe the spirits are not behind the killings in this place. The Island is still a death trap though honestly this is a place Antonio would love.

*static*

Trent: Right. How am I supposed to know what quicksand looks like? It looks just like sand.

*static*

Chris [laughs]: Can you believe they fell for that?! Haha, I set it up, but I didn't think anyone would walk into it! Haha, that's just great! [laughs]

*static*

(Confessionals Off)

After getting trent out of the sand pit we make it to the beach. The bass got their fire going. What a shocker with someone who carries a lighter. "Beth stand here look up at the sun and smile." The sunlight reflects off her braces strategically placing a magnifying glass the fire was started. Izzy made a bomb out of tree sap and other things. This giving us the edge. We stayed to head back, when Izzy gave the bass advice on how to get to shore. "They are the enemy dip shit don't help them." I said Glaring at Courtney and Duncan.

(Duncan Confessionals)

I think she is gunning for me and Courtney. Whatever bring it on small town girl.

*static*

(End Confessionals)

We were almost there when DJ swam past us taking victory for the Bass. Leshawna: You cost us the game! You are dead!

Izzy: Right. Okay, you are so lucky that my license to kill is currently expired.

At the Elimination Cerimony.

[dramatic music]

[wolf howls]

Chris: And now, the always anxiety-inducing marshmallow ceremony. When I call your name, come and get a marshmallow. Beth. Trent. Gwen. Cody. Owen. Heather. Leshawna. One last marshmallow. The person who doesn't get this marshmallow will walk off the Dock of Shame and take a ride on the Boat of Losers. Who's it gonna be?

[helicopter blades whir]

RCMP Guard: Izzy! We know you are down there! You are under arrest!

Leshawna: You mean all that trash you were talking was true?

Izzy: No. Just the RCMP part. See ya! You'll never get me alive!!! [laughs maniacally]

Chris: Well. That wraps that up. Night everyone.

I stayed by the fire Leshawna's words in my mind. "Yes revenge sounds good to me." I said with an evil smirk.

#romance #total drama island #total drama leshawna #duncan #dj #td gwen #total drama #original characters #revenge #plottingandplanning

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lost-in-the-80s · 4 years

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I’ve Never Seen You Here

Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader

Words: 2,889k

Summary: It's no secret that you and Axl desire each other, but what would happen if you met at a club? (smut)

A/N: This is my first smut, so sorry if it's shitty.

Warnings: Mature content, swearing, and unprotected sex. (Use a condom, guys!)

Tag list: @roger-taylors-car @ladieswttda add yourself to my tag list

It was a little past four on a Tuesday afternoon, you were behind the counter, with your back against it, fanning yourself with one of the menus, trying to get some relief from the hot summer weather in Los Angeles.

Your friend, Braeden stood in front of you, drying some glasses that had just been washed by you.

The bell on the entry door ranged, announcing new customers at the cafe.

You didn't mind looking who it was, you weren't really in the mood to deal with people now. You were just about to ask Braeden to take their orders when she spoke up.

"Your ginger is here" a smirk appearing on her lips.

You turned around just in time to see him passing through the door. He nodded in your direction in a greeting way. It was your turn to smirk.

Forgetting completely about your previous annoyance, you stretched your pink 60s inspired dress and picked your small notepad, walking towards his table.

He was there with his friends, all of them talking loudly about something that had happened on their way to the cafe.

He looked so cool with his leather jacket and bandana. Smoking hot, you would dare to say.

"Welcome to Flar's Cafe, what can I get you?"

You started writing down their orders as the skinny brunette started telling you, but you couldn't not see the way the ginger looked you up and down.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

Turning around, you walked back to the counter, feeling his gaze burn your back.

Once you got their food you went back to the table, placing everything on it.

"Anything else you might want?" You asked with a smile.

"That's all for today, sweetheart." The ginger answered with a grin.

It was always like this. They started coming to the cafe a few months ago, every time the ginger would call you a nickname or smirk at you. You would smirk back, or ask what they wanted, looking right into his eyes, just for the pleasure to see the lust that spackled on them.

The sexual tension between the two of you was so thick you could almost cut it with a knife.

Sometimes you wanted to bluntly ask for his number, or write yours and hand it to him, but you never got the guts, since all his friends were around.

You moved back to work, attending other tables, making coffee, cleaning the counter, but at every chance you got, you would look in his direction and sure enough, he would be looking at you.

"You're gonna keep this mouse and cat game 'till when?" Braeden spoke up, making you jump startled.

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you just ask him for his number?"

"Because first: I'm working, that's not professional at all. Second: his friends are there, what if he says no and all of them start laughing at me?"

"You're just overthinking it!" She said rolling her eyes. "If work is the problem, why don't you meet him somewhere else?"

"As if it was easy to find him in the middle of L.A."

"I actually might know where he's gonna be on Friday…." She said with a smirk, leaning against the counter and raising her brows.

"Where!!??" You almost yelled with excitement, making some customers look in your direction. "Where?" You repeated in a much lower tone now.

"I-"

Before she could tell you, his friend with black fuzzy hair appeared behind the counter and interrupted her.

"25, right?" He asked, handing you their order form.

You got the paper from between his fingers and looked at the numbers fastly, making the count.

"Yes, 25." You said, putting the order form on the pile of the finished orders.

He handed you 30 bucks, telling you to keep the change.

You thanked him and watched as they walked away.

"Where, Braeden?"

She laughed a little. "When I passed near their table before, they were talking about going to this club on Friday."

"A club." You said thinking. "Do you think I should go?"

"Of course!"

"Come with me!"

"Hm, I don't know. I had plans for Friday." She looked at her nails.

You knew she was just waiting for you to beg her, she had nothing to do on Friday.

"Pleasee!! I'll let you choose my outfit!" You said hugging her from the side and making puppy eyes.

"Ok then." She said with a proud smile.

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The week passed by quickly, it was Friday now, you were at Braeden's place getting ready for the club.

She convinced you to curl your hair while she teased hers. You applied some natural makeup, while Braeden chose a red lipstick with a sparkling eyeshadow. It wasn't a surprise though, Braeden has always been the "Go big or go home" type of girl.

You two sang some Aerosmith song that played in the background, while you put on the final touches on your makeup.

"Hold on, I'm gonna get the dresses." She said before running to her bedroom.

She reappeared a few seconds later, holding a tight lime green dress and a tight black dress with some tule details.

"This one is yours!" She said, handing you the black one.

You matched your dress with some black high heels you had brought and she matched hers with a nude pair.

You two took a second to look at each other through the mirror. "We look fucking hot!" You said grinning.

"Hell yeah!" She said, high fiving you.

You two exited the apartment and walked for a good 15 minutes before you could hear the blasting music coming from the club, a huge line of people in front of it.

"Shit! Look at that line!" Braeden said, pointing with exasperation.

"Calm down, I'm gonna put us in."

Walking on the sidewalk, you stopped in front of a bald man at the door, with a clipboard in hands.

"Hi! Y/N Y/L/N" You said with a smile, trying to make your voice come out as smoothly as possible.

He looked at the papers and then looked back "Sorry, not on the list."

"What do you mean not on the list?" You said raising your voice. "I can't believe Matt forgot to put me on the list!"

You looked back at Braeden "Do you believe it? Two years together and he fucking forgets to put me on the list!"

You moved on, complaining about how Matt had forgotten to put you on the list, even though there was no Matt at all.

The man at the door started to look worried about the attention you were calling. He got the clipboard fastly and then looked up. "Matthew Anderson, right? I found him, you can come in!" He said, relief filling his voice.

"Yeah! That's him! Thank you, dude!" You said touching slightly his shoulder, in a way to thank him, before walking inside the club.

Red neon lights filled the room, and a Motlëy Crüe song got to your ears.

"Remind me to never go to a club without you." Braeden said laughing a little about your scene.

You laughed along and pointed to the bar. "Let's get something to drink." You shouted so that she could hear.

You both squeezed yourselves among the people dancing until you got to the bar, asking for two tequila shots.

The barman put the drinks on the counter and you drank before putting the glasses down with a loud sound.

"Woah! I know you two!" You heard a man saying from beside Braeden. It was the tall blonde, one of the ginger's friends.

"Hi!" Braeden said smiling.

"Are you girls having fun?" He asked with enthusiasm.

"We just got here!" She shouted.

"Wanna sit with us? We got a table." He shouted back.

You two exchanged looks before nodding in his direction.

He got five beers from the counter before telling you to follow him.

"Look who I found at the bar!" He said, catching the attention from the other men, putting the beers on the table. "Girls, I'm Duff, these are Axl, Steven, Izzy and Slash." He said pointing to each one of them.

So his name is Axl huh? You thought to yourself.

Axl and Slash sat at the edges of the booth, while the other two took the back part.

"I'm Braeden and this is Y/N!"

They greeted you two loudly and then asked you girls to take a seat. Watching as Axl and Slash opened up some space for you to sit. You sat beside Axl while Braeden and Duff sat beside Slash.

Duff started some conversation with Braeden, which she gladly got involved with. You were paying attention to them when you heard someone whispering in your ear.

"I've never seen you here." It was Axl.

"It's my first time here, to be honest."

He nodded. "It's nice seeing you without that pink dress." He said looking you up and down.

You smirked in his direction, taking his beer bottle for a sip when he offered you.

After a good 20 minutes, Duff came back with vodka shots, which made you all engage in conversation easier, talking about music and other stuff.

After a while, Axl put his arm around your shoulder, looking at you, to see if you would ask him not to do it. But after seeing your smile, he knew it was okay.

Another 30 minutes passed by, and another three shots of vodka with it. Def Leppard started playing and you and Braeden decided to go dance.

You moved your body with the beat, swaying your hips and singing out loud. Your body started to get hot, and you looked at the table seeing Axl's predator gaze in your direction, making your core start heating too.

Another song started playing, and that's when you saw the guys approaching you. You all started dancing together as good friends, but after a few minutes, you found yourself dancing suggestively around Axl, loving the way his eyes watched your hips.

You decided to make a move and turned around, pressing yourself on him while still dancing, rubbing yourself against his body. His hands found your hips as you two swayed to the song together.

After some minutes you started to feel a bulge forming in his pants, making a smirk crept your lips. That's when his hands moved to your waist and he turned you around, making you face him.

Your hands found the back of his neck and his hands went down to grab your butt. He leaned down and kissed you hungrily, making you moan slightly during the kiss.

When you parted ways to catch your breath, you bit his bottom lip, seeing his eyes get dark with desire.

He leaned down, near your ear and whispered. "You better stop doing this, doll, or you're gonna end up taking it to a new level."

His voice was husky with desire, making you even wetter.

"What if I want to take it to the new level?" You raised one of your brows.

He smirked at you, kissing you again.

"Bathroom?" He asked, still smirking.

"Bathroom!" You confirmed.

He grabbed your hand and started to lead you towards the bathroom, opening the door for you to enter first, before attacking your lips again.

You two moved towards one of the bathroom booths while still kissing, closing the door and looking for the lock on it, in between hair tugs and muffled moans.

Once the door was locked he pushed you against it, allowing you a few seconds of breath before his lips found yours again.

His hands went to the back part of your thighs, telling you to jump, which you gladly did, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands found your butt again, this time to support you.

His mouth traveled from your lips to your jaw, before finally stopping at your neck. He started giving you sloppy kisses there, while he played with one of your boobs through your dress fabric.

His fingers found your nipple, squeezing it slightly, making a quiet moan escape your lips.

The sound made his member pulse inside his pants, making him bite your neck with voracity. You were sure there would be a mark there tomorrow.

You moved one of your hands to his bulge, palming him through his pants, making a muffled moan escape his lips.

You saw that as an incentive to slide your hand inside his leather pants. You palmed him gently, moving your hand up and down his length slowly.

He groaned before kissing your lips again. One of his hands finding your waist and tugging at it with force.

You pulled apart to breathe and his hand found your core, his fingers touched you through your panties and he smirked, feeling your wetness.

He put your panties to the side, and his index finger traveled between your folds, getting wet with your liquids before entering you slowly.

You moaned again, giving him the approval he needed to slide another finger inside of you.

"So wet already, baby." The nickname made you moan one more time, as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

You got so caught in the moment, that you had to take your hand out of his pants to put it on his shoulder for support, not sure if you could trust your legs anymore.

He removed his fingers from you, making you whine at the loss of sensation. His fingers traveled up to his lips, where he sucked them looking at your eyes.

His green eyes were almost brown now, and his pupils were dilated with lust. He kissed you one more time, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He pushed your dress up to your waist and unbolted his pants, moving his hands up and down his length a few times.

"Are you sure?" He asked, gaze burning your eyes.

"Yes!" You said kissing him again.

That's when you felt his member collecting some of your juices before sliding slowly inside of you, making you moan slightly.

He waited for a while, for you to get adjusted, before he started to thrust at a slow pace in and out of you.

You both moaned and your hands found his hair, pulling it. He used one of his hands to support you and the other he put on the door behind you, to help him get some stability to thrust harder inside of you.

And that's exactly what he did, his once calm thrusts became fast and hard and you were sure anyone in the bathroom would be able to hear your bodies colliding against each other.

He straightened up a little, which gave him a whole new angle that hit your sweet spot instantly, making you let go of a loud moan.

"Yes! Right there" you said between moans, as he promptly obeyed. Hitting your core ever harder.

After a few minutes you both were moaning loud enough to fill the whole bathroom, your bodies were sweating and his thrusts were becoming sloppier.

The constant hit against your sweet spot made your walls start to clench around him, making him groan huskily.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna cum!" You announced, feeling the pleasure take control of your body. Your eyes closed and your head fell back, hitting the door, while a series of moans and incoherent words left your mouth.

"Yes, baby, cum for me!" Axl said, using his thumb to circle your clit, making you moan even louder. "Come on, doll, cum for me!"

His thrusts became faster and you felt a wave of pure pleasure take over your body as you hit your climax, moaning his name.

He thrust inside of you a couple more times before he came too, biting on your shoulder to muffle his loud groan. Shots of his cum filling you, while you moaned with the sensibility of your core after your orgasm.

He held you for a few more seconds before he placed you gently on the floor, your hands still on his shoulders, to make sure you weren't gonna fall.

"Fuck" you said, adjusting your hair.

"Yeah, fuck!" He said, laughing a little, while he adjusted his pants again.

You two opened the door, glad to see that there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom.

You moved towards the sink, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your makeup all smudged, your neck full of red marks that you were sure would become bruises soon. You quickly fixed your dress and your hair, trying to fix your makeup in the best way you could, while he fixed his hair too.

"So…" He cleared his throat. "Will I see you again?... Out of the cafe, I mean."

You smiled at him a little, before looking for a pen in your purse. "Maybe…" you smiled suggestively now. "Why don't you call me someday and we find out?"

You grabbed his hand, writing down your number on it.

"You can be sure I'll call you, princess." He said, smirking.

"Are you ready?"

You nodded and so the two of you left the bathroom and went back to your previous table, laughing at the shouts and whistling coming from your friends.

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soldieronbarnes · 5 years

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Yay for little fic prompts!! Can you do a Malec human au one where they knew each other back in like High school, and one of them is a famous singer/actor and this happens? “you’re famous and just got asked if you were ever in love this should be good– WAIT WHAT” Thanks!!

“Can you turn that off?”, Alec asks, annoyed. On the radio, an uncomfortably familiar voice is crooning on and on about missed opportunities and what-ifs. It’s a good song, he can admit that much, for anyone not prone to getting sucked into unfortunate spirals of treacherous, futile daydreams of things that might have been different if only he’d been braver, once upon a time.

He tries to slap her hand away, but Izzy won’t budge. Instead, she turns up the volume.

“What happened to our ‘the driver picks the music’ rule?”

Izzy pretends to be blissfully unaware of his bad temper. “Doesn’t apply when it’s good music from one of your former classmates.”

“Not my classmate,” Alec points out, fingers clenching on the steering wheel.

Izzy shrugs. “Close enough. How often to people from our school get famous?Especially people in our age range? I mean, you shared a couple of classes, he was only grade above you, so don’t pretend to be all high and mighty about this.”

Alec sighs and resigns himself to his fate. In the passenger seat, Izzy sings along at the top of her lungs, as if she knows what it feels like, to love someone and not be able to connect to them, to be with them the way you want to. As if that’s ever happened to her, as if anyone ever turned her down or broke her heart. Usually she was the one responsible for other people’s heartbreak.

Maybe he’s just bitter because for him, the song hits painfully close to home.

Finally, mercifully, the songs fades out and is replaced by the grating voice of the radio host. “Wow, what a rollercoaster this song was! That was Symptoms by everybody’s sweetheart and all around mega-star Magnus Bane, the brand new single taken from his new album Lose Your Breath, who is here with me, in this studio right. now! Magnus, it’s a pleasure to have you here.”

“Pleasure to be here.”

His voice is just as smooth and melodious as Alec remembers. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend he’s back in some dingy basement, watching the party around him, his siblings having fun, Magnus whispering in his ear. He exhales shakily, his fingers clenching around the steering wheel.

“Seriously, can we put on some good music now?” he asks.

Izzy, of course, ignores him. “Shut up. I wanna hear what he’s saying.”

“He’s not writing songs about you, you know that, right?”

“Shhh!!!”

“Now, Magnus, this album as a whole is a lot more introspective than your previous work, and this song in particular has a kind of…melancholy feel to it. Do you wanna walk us through the process of writing it, and what it is about?”

Don’t, Alec thinks, wildly. Please, don’t. Just -

“Sure,” Magnus replies. He sounds mostly cheerful, but there is a note of hesitation in his voice that makes Alec’s heart clench.

It’s stupid, he knows this. They weren’t ever - anything. There wasn’t ever any chance of them being anything. This song isn’t about him. Magnus probably left High School and never thought of him again, wouldn’t even remember his name is someone asked him about him. This song is about Camille, or Imasu, or Etta, or any of the other people who lusted after him. Alec doesn’t get songs written about him.

He just likes to pretend he does, because, as Izzy and Jace tell him frequently, he’s a bit of a masochist.

Well,maybe this interview will dispel of his silly notions once and for all. Magnus will confirm what he already knows to be true - it’s about Camille,Magnus’ on-and-off-and-on-again girlfriend since Junior Year - and Alec can stop torturing himself. Finally move on, and look at other boys with the same kind of longing that’s still reserved for Magnus, even six years later.

“I - actually, I started writing this song quite a while ago, it just never seemed to work, “ Magnus says with a self-deprecating laugh.

“How long ago?”

“Oh, I was fresh out of High School and - well, as is obvious when you pay attention to the lyrics - pining after someone I’d lost my window of opportunity with.”

“Ohhh, so this is was a High School romance?” The interviewer seems delighted.

Another pained laugh. “I….don’t think you can call it a romance when it never took off,” Magnus replies.

The interviewer gasps, over-exaggerated and fake. “But who would ever refuse you?”

“Well, as far-fetched as it seems, it happens quite often. And - well, I can’t blame him. Sometimes circumstances just work against you.”

“Him?” The interviewer sounds, Alec muses, like a big cat that was just presented with a particularly juicy and big piece of fresh meat. As if it’s not common knowledge that Magnus Bane is bi, has always been bi, will always be bi.

Magnus clears his throat. “Yes.”

“Tell us more!”

Alec can almost hear Magnus’ shrug. He’s clearly uncomfortable now, and Alec tries to ignore the white-hot flair of protectiveness surging through him. “There’s not much to tell. He was a bit younger than me - not in my grade - and well, between a …let’s say conservative upbringing and the general school policy on anything even slightly straying from the norm, he was…not out. It never went anywhere.”

“Alec?”, Izzy asks, suddenly concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he croaks.

He’s not okay. He can’t breathe.

“But this was six years ago. Why bring it up now? Surely that’s ancient history?” the interviewer asks.

“Not to me,” Magnus says. “I loved him. And - you know how sometimes, you meet a person and you just….you just know?”

“Like love at first sight?”

“I don’t believe in love at first sight,” Magnus says. “But - potential, yes. Sometimes you meet someone and you just know that they’re going to be important to you. That even if you don’t love them yet, it’s inevitable that you will. And it doesn’t matter how much time passes, these people - you can’t just purge them from your mind. They’ll always own a piece of your soul.” Magnus sighs. “I suppose I should live more in the present than in the past but - well. Sometimes your mind just can’t stop going over the what-ifs and might-have-beens. I think everybody feels that way sometimes.”

“Alec,” Izzy says, her voice clipped, urgent. “Pull over.”

“I’m fine.”

“You shaking and - hyperventilating - just - pull over!”

He does. Izzy rubs her hand between his shoulderblades in soothing circles, muttering nonsense, until he stops gasping on every single intake of breath, and for a long time after that.

“You need to tell him,” she says, her face uncharacteristically serious, into the silence that follows his kind- of panic attack.

“Right.” Alec scoffs. “Let me just get out the phone number of world-famous rock star Magnus Bane, which I obviously have on speed dial, and say, hey, remember when I broke your fucking heart into a million tiny pieces, wanna catch up with this trainwreck of a person I am now?”

“Alec, that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” Alec says, swallowing down the bitterness on his tongue. “It’s way in the past, and even if I could contact him, which I can’t - he wouldn’t want to hear from me.”

“We’ll see about that.”

He doesn’t like the determined look on her face one bit.

“Izzy what are you -” he asks as she pulls out her phone, quickly dialing a number.

“We’re still here with Magnus Bane, ready to answer your questions,” the interviewer announces cheerfully.

Alec blanches. “Izzy, no -”

Even from the distance, he hears the call connect. He makes a strangled sound and lunges for the phone, but Izzy his too fast for him, evading his grabbing hands easily.

“Hello, this is Izzy.”

“Hello, Izzy,” Magnus says, all pleasant and polite. “What do you want to know?”

“I just wanted to let you know I love your music. But - I don’t have a question. Sorry, I don’t think I’m the person you want to talk to.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I think you should talk to my brother Alec,” she says, putting the call on speaker.

“Izzy, stop, don’t -” he squeaks.

His voice is played back at him through the speakers, and Alec wants to die.

There’s a moment of heavy silence and then -

“Alexander?” Magnus asks. He sounds cautious and almost- hopeful?

“I - yeah.” He clears his throat awkwardly.

“Hi,” Magnus breathes and he sounds - overwhelmed, and joyous, and Alec can’t help but smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi - no, I said that already.”

He’s making charming, suave, confident Magnus Bane stammer on live radio. What the hell is going on?

He didn’t think they’d ever speak again. He didn’t think it would feel like this, like his whole world is tilting on its axis until it’s right side up again. He didn’t think his heart would ache like this, wanting to be known, wanting to never be let go again.

“I - I didn’t think I’d ever find you again,” Magnus says quietly.

“I wasn’t sure I’d want to be found,” Alec admits, his throat suddenly dry. How much pain has he caused Magnus, has he caused both of them?

“Do you -” Magnus starts, “do you want to be found now?”

Next to him, Izzy is flipping out. The interviewer is screeching in the background. None of it matters.

“Yeah,” he says, voice rough and trembling with nerves. “Yeah, I think I do.”

“Yeah?” Magnus’s exhales with shaky breath,

“You’re not the only one with regrets.”

“That’s- “ Magnus laughs wetly. “I was going to say that’s good, but that’s not true. Just - just don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“I won’t,” Alec promises. “Not this time.”

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alexanderlightweight · 5 years

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“Did you hear about Magnus Bane?” Izzy asked gleefully, her eyes gleaming with the delight of some new gossip and Alec sighed. Mournfully looked at paperwork and wishing he’d remembered to lock his office before settling down at his desk.

“I’ve told you to knock,” he reminded his sister gently and she only laughed, sitting on his desk and he had to move fast to rescue the book she nearly pushed off. “Isabelle!” He said sharply, cutting her off before she began her tirade, “I’ve told you to knock . It was not a suggestion.” He stayed firm, determined not to be moved by her pout and finally he won, she winced a little as he pointedly looked at his desk and the mess she’d made of it.

“Right, sorry hermano,” she said and stood up shuffling his things about as if that would help, “but have you heard about it? The High Warlock of Brooklyn?”

Alec sighed, even when reprimanded his sister wouldn’t be deterred and he shook his head, unwillingly fond of her spunk. “No Izzy, I haven’t heard anything new about Mr. Bane.”

“Alec really?” Izzy despaired, “we need to get you out of this office more! You can only do so much from behind a desk, you need to interact with people more.” Alec snorted and moved his paperwork so that it thudded loudly. The work he had to do was the amount after he had delegated, “right okay, well Magnus Bane. He’s pretty much the most eligible bachelor in the downworld. Handsome, rich, smart and powerful but he won’t seriously date anyone, hasn’t in over a century! Apparently even one of the Seelie princes tried to woo him and he refused.”

Alec, who currently had a stack of marriage proposals waiting to be burned, sympathized with the man. “Okay, so he’s a catch?” He asked, unsure where she was going with the story.

“He’s the catch.” She said and grinned, “but I guess he got tired of it because he has a cat and he put a key on it’s neck, whoever can get the key and use it to enter past the wards of his loft, he’ll date. Maybe not forever, but at least he’ll give them a chance.” Izzy finished, excited and apparently completely enraptured by this new bit of news and Alec, he was dumbfounded.

“That’s actually brilliant.” Alec muttered quietly, “I should get a cat. Thanks Iz.”

“What? Alec no, I was just catching you up on the story. In case it came up at your next cabinet meeting, I know you were planning on inviting him.” Izzy laughed but it was gentle and fond and he knew she meant well.

“He’s declined coming,” Alec admitted, “or well, close enough. I’ve been trying to get a meeting with him but unable to. I’m actually headed there sometime this week to talk to him in person.” Izzy clapped her hands on his desk in glee and he glared, “no Iz, I’m not going to tell you if I see a cat, key or not.”

She laughed, blowing him a kiss as she left his office and Alec watched to make sure she shut the door before sighing and risking a glance at all the messages from Idris’ most eligible bachelorettes... dammit but he really wanted a cat now.

“Are you Magnus’ cat?” Alec asked the small feline on the landing and it looked at him warily, paw raised in the air, “here, let me help.” He offered and before he or the cat quite knew what he was doing, he’d picked up the animal and set it on his shoulder, “I have to go up there anyway, I’ll take you with me.” He explained, unsure why he was telling all of this to a cat, but honestly, it was the best conversation he’d had all week. “You must be pretty tired, Izzy- she’s my sister, said that everyone is all excited about catching you.” He rolled his eyes and then laughed a little when whiskers tickled his jaw, “I wonder what your name is.”

There was a meow, as if in response and Alec chuckled again, “here we go, think Mr. Bane is home?” He asked the cat, knocking on the door and waiting.

He didn’t expect an immediate reply but after a few minutes and several more attempts at knocking with no response, he sighed and stepped back. “A message than,” he muttered to his only audience and leaned back against the wall as he penned a note and sent it with his stele. It left, only to bounce back immediately and nearly smack the cat in the face, it yowled, claws digging harshly into Alec’s shoulders and he smacked the offending letter away.

“Sorry, sorry,” he shushed and slid to the ground, letting the cat jump into his arms and then lowering it so it could curl onto his lap. He patted gently at its face, trying to check for any burns, “okay, I think you’re okay.” He sighed in relief and continued to scratch at the cat’s fur, “sorry about that. I didn’t even think about if he had wards up, you’re okay though.”

The cat meowed as if in agreement and then froze, wide-eyed and Alec realized why. A low clinking noise had rung out and against his hand, resting on his family ring was a small metal key. Without thinking he caught it, rubbing it between his fingers curiously before he realized what it was, “oh! Iz told me about this, well.” Here he gave the suddenly wary cat a smile, “I don’t think Mr. Bane intended for people to use it to enter his home just for a meeting, let me fix that, okay?” He dropped the key but followed the metal of the collar, making sure it was tight enough and then trailing his finger down the bewildered cat’s face to bop it’s nose.

“You need to be careful,” he told the cat sternly, “someone could hurt you to try and get that. I’m sure you’re just as important to Mr. Bane as his heart, so maybe work on hissing at people.” The cat meowed, an adorable little sound and Alec grinned, happy when it head-butted his chest, “I wish I had a cat like you.” He admitted, “or one similar. It’s a brilliant idea, except all my stupid suitors are in Idris, or whatever it is you call the equivalent of females wanting to marry you.” Alec huffed and shook his head, “I don’t want to marry any of them. Even if I did want to marry, it wouldn’t be a woman and that’s all that’s asking.” He realized what he’d said and looked down at the cat who was watching him calmly but whose eyes widened in response to his own panic. “I know you’re a cat,” he said softly, “but maybe don’t tell anyone that bit, okay?”

It took a moment but finally the cat meowed and nuzzled his face, causing Alec to laugh and catch the small thing in a gentle embrace. “Thanks,” he said and pressed a kiss to the velvety soft top of the cat’s brow, “you’re a good kitty.”

When he finally gave up on meeting the infamous Magnus Bane, it was to the cat’s dismay and he nearly tripped down the stairs trying to get it to stop weaving between his ankles or climbing up his calves.

“I’ll be back,” he promised, “not now but I’ll be by again.” He gave it one last chin scritch before leaving and his farewell was a reedy, mournful little yowl that almost instantly cut itself off. He may have only had the company of a cat, but Alec felt better than he had in months and grinned the entire walk home, at least until he caught sight of the Institute and his customary glower slid into place.

He received a fire message that night from Magnus Bane and after some confusion let out a low laugh of relief, maybe the cabinet was finally starting to take him seriously.

When he finally did meet the High Warlock of Brooklyn, he lost his breath.

Magnus was, Magnus was gorgeous . Utterly breathtaking and Alec nearly walked into the doorframe from surprise. He was also magnanimous and far more welcoming than Alec had been led to believe he would be; immediately ushering Alec in, offering the use of his first name and making him a drink. Alec hadn’t protested out of sheer bewilderment and the purpose of his meeting was almost forgotten in the mix of all the hospitality when he heard a meow. It was a tiny sound and if Alec hadn’t known about Magnus’ cat, he probably wouldn’t have thought anything of it.

“Oh, your cat!” He exclaimed and couldn’t help the grin that formed on his face as he noticed the cat outside on Magnus’ balcony door, “I met him last time, when I stopped by.” He explained, hoping Magnus wouldn’t think him one of his many stalkers, “he was a very good host. Can I say hi to him?”

Magnus’ looked more than a little shocked but then he smiled tightly and waved his hand, opening the door and letting the cat in. It didn’t come right to Alec and he wasn’t expecting it too, but he did drop to his knees, hoping the cat would remember him enough. It took a few minutes and Alec probably should have been more professional but the two drinks he’d had made him bold and he cooed happily when the cat finally came over and pressed against his palm. “Hello sweetheart.” He murmured, “what a good cat you are. Can I pick you up again?”

Alec wasn’t really sure why Magnus looked so shocked when he stood up with the cat, “uh, does he normally not like people?” He asked, a little confused as the animal purred happily in his arms and Magnus laughed almost hysterically as he summoned a drink.

“I don’t know,” Magnus finally said, “I have a variety of strays that I take care of. He’s never seemed particularly interested in people or coming inside before,” he gave the cat a stern look as he spoke.

“Oh, he was very friendly when I met him the other day.”

“Of course he was.” Magnus muttered and took a long sip of his drink, “dirty little traitors, all of them.”

Alec looked from the cat in his lap to the balcony and suddenly grinned. It was probably far too intimate a question to ask but between the buzz of alcohol and the weight of a warm cat, he felt as though he had courage in spades. “Magnus, do you have a clowder of cats?”

“I beg your pardon,” Magnus choked, “a what?”

“Sorry, a group of cats. Do you have a group of cats that are messing with everyone who wants to go out with you?” Alec explained and waited eagerly for the answer, curious as to just how many cats Magnus might have.

“Alive for centuries and I’m still dumbfounded by the nonsense people come up with.” Magnus muttered quietly and then he sighed, a hesitant, almost shy smile on his face. “Yes Alexander, you’re correct actually. Honestly, the entire thing is ridiculous, as if I would ever entrust my happiness and commitment to a key and a domesticated animal alone, however the rumor is working well enough to deter unwanted admirers and us immortals can always do with a fresh piece of gossip. Undoubtedly this one will go into legend and become grossly exaggerated by next year, let alone a century from now.”

Alec absorbed that and hummed thoughtfully, there was no collar on the cat this time and it licked at his hand, raspy tongue tickling his skin. “So the key is a red herring?”

“It’s not about what the key opens but what getting the key implies.” Magnus confided, “and more about metaphors and less about actual keys. Even if it didn’t have to do with subjecting myself to some random victors company, my home has far too many valuables for me to just let actual keys go scurrying about.”

“That makes sense.” Alec said and then grinned, lifting his own drink which only had a few sips left, Magnus refilled it with a wink and Alec fought back a blush. “To uh-” he paused then, unsure what to toast and Magnus grinned at him, all sly and smooth and Alec felt his mouth go dry.

“To us,” Magnus suggested and Alec nodded quickly, hiding a secret smile of delight in his drink as they toasted.

It was a little while before he saw the cat again. He still didn’t know it’s name but he was pretty sure it was the same one. He hadn’t meant to stop by Magnus’ but one of the warlock’s buttons had fallen off his jacket at the cabinet meeting and Alec wanted to return it. He could have simply messaged Magnus, now that he had the man’s number but he knew that Magnus didn’t like the Institute, and had decided to take it there himself.

Alec resoulely did not think about how he knew the button belonged to Magnus, or the fact that he’d admired the other’s intricate jacket and how it hugged his muscles for far too long.

He knocked on the door to no avail and while disappointed, he decided to go around and climb up to the balcony. As much as he would have liked to see Magnus, he didn’t want the trip to be in complete vain and he could leave a note. It was a quick climb, more of a jump with his runes activated and when he landed it was to a symphony of startled yowls.

“Whoa,” Alec said softly and he held a hand out in apology, “sorry about that.”

Magnus hadn’t been kidding about all of his cats, there were at least half a dozen that he didn’t recognize and they were all upset, backs arched and hissing as he carefully made his way to the little table Magnus had out there. Alec quickly scribbled a note and placed it along with the button on the table, it seemed a little foolish now that he’d done it but he resigned himself to suffering through the minor embarrassment.

Next to him, a calico cat was curiously sniffing his boots and then it meowed, pawing at his leg. Alec grinned, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to sit for a moment so he did, petting the cat’s soft fur. Soon enough he was surrounded by cats, all of them purring and meowing for his attention so loudly that he never noticed the click of the balcony doors or the dark black cat that walked out.

He did however notice when the cat yowled, a loud almost violent shriek and then it hissed, startling the other cats away until it was the only one near Alec. It gave a smug little meow and then tossed it’s head back to stare at him with pleased, luminous eyes.

“Hello you,” Alec said fondly, “you remember me this time then?” The cat meowed as if in answer and pawed his leg, waiting for his arm to lower before hopping up and curling primly on his lap. “You’re my favorite,” Alec whispered, a little secret between the two of them as he scratched under the cat’s chin. It chirped, purring and stretching and he paused, finger curling into a familiar metal collar.

“I know he said they were metaphorical,” Alec mused aloud, “but you’re the only one with an actual collar and key. Are you Magnus’ favorite as well?” The cat meowed and nudged his hand and Alec gave a little sigh, sliding his fingers free so he could smooth down the cat’s fur, “he’s my favorite too.” He admitted, “so you should be careful with that key okay? I know it’s just a metaphor but he deserves happiness.” The cat meowed, nuzzling against his chest and Alec relaxed, content to waste an hour enjoying the sunlight and kitten cuddles, if Magnus did come home, well he still had the button as an excuse.

“Payment, procured in full along with the thanks of the New York Institute, Mr. Bane.” Alec said and he placed what were once confiscated tomes of old magic and a small bag of gems onto Magnus’ coffee table, “a pleasure doing business with you, as always.”

“Well, you know I have the utmost respect for the Head of the Institute, Mr. Lightwood.” Magnus practically purred and in the firelight of his loft, his eyes almost glinted gold, “now that business is seen to, on to pleasure?” He held aloft a glass of wine and Alec nodded with a soft grin, happy to be invited to stay and eager to spend more time with Magnus.

“Thank you,” he said and took the glass, trying not to shiver as their fingers brushed. The first sip of wine was heady, rich and deep and the color of it matched Magnus’ shirt. A shirt that was unbuttoned nearly halfway and he wore several necklaces, one with skulls and another with a simple delicate silver key that gleamed when he moved.

“I’m glad you came by,” Magnus told him earnestly, “and not just because you paid your bill.”

Alec fumbled with something to say to that, his tongue heavy with the weight of so many unspoken thoughts and he was rescued by a meow and the grating noise of claws on glass.

He opened the balcony without a thought and suddenly he had a meowing cat at his feet, excitedly pawing at his shins. He thought it was the same cat he normally petted, though at the moment this one lacked a collar and it definitely was the one he’d snuck all those treats to the last time he was here.

“Hello sweetheart,” he cooed and then his ears turned red as he realized Magnus was watching him. He straightened and sipped his wine, darting a quick look at Magnus’ through his lashes only the find him watching Alec, as though entranced.

“They really are quite taken with you,” Magnus finally said and while there wasn’t a hint of accusation, Alec hurried to explain.

“They’re sweet, all of them really. I like them.”

“I’m glad.” Magnus said and then gestured to the couch, “a seat perhaps? You’ve been hard at work and you are off the clock.”

Alec nodded, deciding not to mention that as a shadowhunter, he was never actually off the clock. Magnus sat on the other side of the couch, turning to face him and crossing one leg over the other and Alec nearly broke his wine glass with how hard he clenched it. “Thanks for helping us on such short notice,” he said, “I know you’re busy but I- well, the Institute appreciates it.”

“The Institute merely paid me for my services.” Magnus chided gently, “I answered because you called, Alexander.”

Alec licked his lips, tasting the earthiness of his wine and he wondered if Magnus’ stained lips held a similar flavor. A sharp prick to his leg jolted him from the dangerous path that thought led to and the next thing he knew, he had a very smug cat in his lap. It purred happily as it circled across his lap, kneading his thighs before settling contentedly. He chuckled, resting one hand on it’s head and petting it as it batted his wrist and purred.

When he looked up, Magnus was watching him with narrowed eyes, the hint of a glower on his face.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, unused to Magnus glaring at him so openly.

“No such thing, darling.” Magnus assured him, “they’re simply not normally allowed in the house and they’re definitely not allowed on the furniture.”

“Sorry.” Alec immediately apologized and he scrambled to set his glass on the coffee table, sinking to the floor next to the couch, cat still cradled gently though it hissed at the disturbance. He resettled on the floor, leaning against the couch as he spread out his legs and looked up at Magnus who now seemed closer somehow.

“This okay?” He asked and he could have sworn that Magnus’ eyes flashed.

“They’re spoiled, ungrateful little terrors who don’t understand how lucky they are,” Magnus said and he sounded almost jealous which was absurd. “For you though, I’ll allow it.”

It was only a week or so later that Alec was back at Magnus’, drinking a pale pink drink and nibbling on bread and oil, while the warlock was in his office on an important phone call. It was a bit later that he heard rustling and turned to see a cat, his favorite, by the couch. Alec winced and then bit his lip in consideration as the cat happily leapt up next to him and pressed against him, demanding the affection and adoration it deserved.

“You’re not supposed to be on the furniture.” Alec whispered and the cat paused from where it had been nuzzling him to blink in near disbelief. “Come on sweetheart,” he said and picked up the cat, retreating with it to the balcony for undisturbed cuddles. He dozed off out there, cuddling the darling thing and when Magnus finally woke him, all apologies and a warm, strong hand on his shoulder, the cat was gone.

Alec sighed as he waited on Magnus’ balcony, fall was coming and with it a chill on the wind. He was wearing a soft warm sweater and he stretched, wondering how long it would be before Magnus came home. They’d gotten into a sort of pattern, where if Alec stopped by and Magnus’ wasn’t home, he was free to wait on the balcony. At first, he’d been worried about disrupting Magnus’ wards but the warlock had just laughed, looking at him with fond delight and told him not to worry.

Today was one of those rare days when the balcony was void of cats and Alec drifted in his thoughts until he heard a meow. It was his favorite of the cats, standing next to him and looking up at him expectantly. With the practice and trust built from hours of cuddling, Alec scooped the cat up and buried his face into it’s scruff, peppering kisses on it’s soft fur and chuckling when it batted him playfully in return and nosed at his face.

“I haven’t seen you in a few weeks,” he said and grinned when it purred and kneaded his chest, claws delicately pricking through his sweater and he laughed at the tickle of them. “I missed you too, baby.” He said and the cat gave a little chirp of delight, headbutting his chin and then blinking at him in slow delight.

“Here we go,” he said and sat on the small loveseat outside. Magnus allowed the cats on the outdoor furniture and Alec took advantage of that small fact, he stroked his companion delicately and was rewarded with it refusing to leave his lap. Under his fingers the cool metal of a band protecting a key taunted him, reminding him that surely it wouldn’t hurt to use it, Magnus always let him in after all. He ignored the temptation and scratched under the metal instead, chuckling when the cat appreciatively pushed it’s head back, practically shoving the key into his fingers. He didn’t know it’s name, Magnus refused to name them and Alec was happy to call them a variety of pet names in lieu of an actual address.

At some point, the sun began to set and Alec wilted a bit. As much as he adored playing with the cats, Magnus had yet to come home and soon it would be time for him to head back to the Institute.

“Looks like I’ll need to head out soon,” he said softly and the cat on his chest meowed, grumpily kneading his collarbone in retribution for the disturbance. “It’s getting late and I have teams to meet with.” Alec lowered his voice, “Idris sent me a bunch of green idiots who are going to get themselves killed if I don’t kick some sense into them. Which means personally dividing the teams that go out, if Jace somehow ends up in charge of one, they’ll all get injured and come crying to me.”

The cat’s whiskers twitched and Alec picked it up as he rose, tucking the cat to his chest for just a moment longer as he looked out at the colors blossoming in the wake of the setting sun.

“I wish Magnus had been here.” He admitted and stretched, feeling out which of his runes were still activated, “would have been nice to see this with him.” He set the cat down with a last kiss and ignored it’s startled, sad little meow. It followed after him, making demanding little chirps the entire time and petulantly tangling it’s claws in the hem of his pants. “See you later,” Alec promised and then he jumped, ignoring the angry yowl as he landed gracefully. He looked up to wave goodbye and for a moment he swore he saw a shadow over the balcony but when he blinked it was gone. The trip back to the Institute was dull and his heart was lonely but even though he hadn’t seen Magnus, even just being near his home left Alec feeling a little happier.

The next few weeks were filled with snatches of time where he stole away to meet with Magnus. It would only be a matter of time before someone noticed and called him out, but he hoarded the precious moments for now. Magnus was... magical and while it hurt to know that the man had closed off his heart and wasn’t looking for love or a relationship, Alec still found himself falling bittersweetly in love with the warlock.

He was climbing up to Magnus’ balcony in what seemed to be a familiar path for him of late. He’d just been over for dinner the night before but had to leave early and Magnus had told him to come over the next day, asking him to just come to the balcony when he could.

Alec had agreed instantly, would have promised anything to spend more time with Magnus and he found himself looking over New York with a fond, wistful gaze. The wind picked up, a brisk and steady blow that caused him to shiver and he almost missed the meow. He turned, startled to see the balcony doors wide open and the cat there, shiny black fur and an impatiently twitching tail as it stared him down.

“You inviting me inside?” Alec asked, laughing as the cat meowed and he held out his hand, surprised when it refused to move.

A little worried now, he stood and walked over to it, kneeling next to it and reaching out to pet it and it meowed at him, nudging his fingers and then backing up. Hesitant, he followed and then sat next to it, “hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, picking up the cat and holding it to his chest.

It looked at him intently, small paws on his chest and eyes fixated on him and Alec couldn’t help but grin, “you’re cute.”

There was a noise that almost sounded like hysterical exasperation and then Alec was on his back, blinking in confusion as the cat disappeared and Magnus took it’s place, pinning him to the floor and holding him down with hands that were much bigger and stronger than paws.

“You,” Magnus said and Alec could barely breath as he looked up into gorgeous, glowing gold eyes, “are a ridiculous man, Alexander.”

“What?” Alec managed to ask and he licked his lips, breath hitching when Magnus eyed deliberately followed the motion.

“I have been offering you that stupid key for months now!”

“You said it was a metaphor!” Alec protested, “you said all that cryptic stuff about the key not being a key!”

“I was being coy,” Magnus said and he let out a gentle, helpless laugh as he pressed his brow to Alec’s. “Alexander, I already let you into my heart, you’ve had the real key all along, you just never took it.”

Alec just breathed for a moment, heart pounding desperately in his chest and brow against Magnus’ and he knew that if this was a dream he wouldn’t survive it.

“You- you never said anything.”

“Clearly you’ve never dated before.” Magnus muttered and Alec made a wounded noise at the low-blow, “Alexander, darling- we’ve been dating for weeks now. Unofficially of course but well, once we clear all of this up, I’d say it counts.”

Alec took time to think back over the last few months and bit back a strangled noise of realization, “oh fuck.” He muttered and ignored Magnus’ chuckle at his language. “This whole time I thought you were unavailable but you were just waiting for me to catch up.”

“Yes well, if anything you’ve been the one playing hard to get and as much as I do love a challenge, I think I’m ready to claim my prize for winning.” Magnus grinned down at him all coiled strength and raw power and around his neck dangled that one, delicate necklace with a silver key.

Without thinking, Alec reached up one hand to touch it and the feel of the cool metal beneath his skin gave him a burst of courage. Leaning forward he pulled, cutting off Magnus’ next words with a tug to the necklace and it was a rough kiss, full of surprise and joy and bumped noses but it was their kiss. Magnus made a sound of delight against his lips and kissed him back with delicious fervor, one hand coming up around his to press Alec’s hand -necklace and all- against his chest and the other tangling with his hair.

It was the start of something beautiful.

When Alec awoke the next morning, a warm firm body curled around his, an arm wrapped around his waist and Magnus’ breath tickling the fine hairs at the back of his neck, he wore nothing but golden sheets and a silver key around his neck. The sunrise was a soft peach that snuck in with soft lines and he was about to drift back to sleep with realization hit and he aimed a little kick back towards Magnus’ shin.

“Ale’xand’r?” Magnus asked, voice muffled by his lips against Alec’s skin and Alec determinedly ignored the shiver that it elicited.

“You owe me so much cuddling.” He said and against him Magnus shook with soft, tired laughter, “I spent hours petting you Magnus, literal hours!”

A warm, strong hand ghosted over his side and settled on his hip, “don’t worry, Alexander. I’ll be sure to make it up to you.”

#shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec fic #my fic #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #Words of October #fluff #shapeshifting #malec au #sh fic #shadowhunters au #immortal husbands #I'm so tired #language

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thesummerstorms · 4 years

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Rev Recaps Hard Contact (Chapter 16)

After last chapter, I had two glasses of moscato, so we’ll see how this goes.

CW: repeated mentions of rotting animal corpses/smell, characters getting covered in sewage (again), claustrophobia, mind influence

TL;DR Recap: Atin and Darman go through the gdan warrens into Uthan’s facility and discover they’re claustrophobic. Niner blows up the villa to cover the explosives Darman is using to enter the facility, and Majestic bombs some droids from orbit. Etain tries her best to be helpful. The blogger makes fun of both Atin and Dar for their explosives use. Atin and Dar find Uthan.

Beginning Kal Count: 30 Ending Kal Count: 32

So we’re gonna open up in Darman’s point of view.

I don’t know shit about guns. I live in Texas, but have never held, much less shot one. Does this mean that Atin has his finger on the trigger or is holding it just above it in the little circle thingy?

Also, Darman, sweetheart. Being the bomb factory does not stop you from blowing up. Just saying.

Kal Count is upped to 31, but mainly I just kinda love this quote. If you’ve read Triple Zero, then you may join me in the delicious irony of them wanting black armor this entire mission for disguise purposes only to finally get it right before a mission to Fest. Thus proving Atin’s point above. Anyway Jinart is sniffing echolocating her way along ahead of them, and eventually comes to a stop and points out the entrance to the gdan tunnels. They need to crawl through the warrens in order to capture Uthan inside the facility... so of course this is the moment that Atin and Dar both find out that they’re claustrophobic:

I’m not even claustrophobic, and it sounds miserable to me, to be quite honest. But, on a more... pointed, note. Izzy has already explained much more fluently than me how much this scene means Kal is an absolute shit planner. Because Kal built a home on Mandalore that was supposed to be a safe haven for any clone deserters who wanted to become Mandalorian in True Colors/Order 66... but Kyrimorut was built at least partially underground and partially uses underground tunnels both as exits and as connections.

I’m just saying, as we go through this chapter... we’re gonna see why that might be an issue.But first-

Listen, I may hate Jinart, but this scene makes me laugh pretty much every time. Every time. No inspirational metaphors for Atin, and Jinart is 100% scowling at him.

They continue on through the tunnels, and honestly the details get gross. Not just in the typical “fantasy escape through sewers trope” kind of way, but Darman smells something rotten that reminds him of bodies and Geonosis, so on top of his dizziness from the claustrophobia, he now has nausea, as does Atin. They ask Jinart about it and her first reply misses the point:

Listen, my guy tells me this is some sort of health code violaton, but I know fuck all about plumbing. And no, that is not all they can smell, but Jinart apparently doesn’t notice the smell of decomposition until it’s pointed out to her. Jinart eventually realizes what they’re talking about and assures them that it’s from the gdan’s prey. Darman feels relieved for at least a moment (that stops when he sticks his hands in entrails) but I’d just like to point out that the gdan, while primarily hunting merlies, have tried to eat our human protagonists literally every time they step foot outside. Anyway, Darman puts his hand in entrails, has a flashback of Skirata running next to him in something called the “sickener” which was essentially training in a pit full of nerf entrails, and struggles not to throw up in his sealed helmet. Joyful.

Kal Count is now 32.

Eventually they reach a larger chamber where Dar and Atin start digging out their tunnel to the pipes under the facility and Jinart leaves them to go back to Niner after Dar sends her away. Darman notes that it would only take one or two shots from the rifle to clear, but that would bring the roof AND a bunch of droids on top of them, so he and Atin keep working and sweating like pigs.Once they dig close enough, Darman uses their battering ram to break into the drain, and is promptly covered in a spray of shit from the pipes. This sends both him and Atin into hysterics, because again, they’re both not doing well in the confined space and are exhausted.

“Darman had never even seen the man smile.” And the first time is when Darman is covered in shit from a sewer pipe. Darman comms Niner to tell him they’re almost through, and the scene switches to Niner’s point of view.

Dar explains that they’re stuck at a filter in the pipe that will have to be blown open with explosives because it’s permacreted in. Darman asks for two minutes to set the charge, and Niner worries the entire time. He, Fi, and Etain don’t have anything to do yet, but he’s worried for Dar and Atin.

Niner is literally counting seconds and dealing with anxiety, Fi is calmly waiting with the cannon... and Etain is pacing. This is her nervous habit. Like, I had already headcanoned that, but it’s nice to be confirmed by canon. Even if Niner wants to chastise her for it and can’t.

Man, he’s literally counting the seconds. Etain is the queen of asking well-intentioned but awkward as hell questions, and I’m pretty sure the lack of “ma’am” is the closest Niner is every going to get to saying “fuck you”. I could definitely live without yet another mention of mind influence, but as I say, addressed in Triple Zero... and at least Niner’s not nauseated anymore I guess?

They blow the filter on the facility and the bombs in the villa at the same time to disguise Atin and Darman’s entrance. Droids start coming out of the facility, which is disguised with a barn, to investigate, but Niner orders Fi & the E-Web to wait and tries to dismiss Etain/get her out of the way.

Etain is already not content with her Trandoshan shotgun array blaster or Traviss has forgotten she has it, which isn’t unlikely. She wants the concussion rifle instead (looking at it “longingly” already!), and she wants a job to do.

Niner gives Fi the go ahead, so he opens up with the E-Web (which again a literal, actual cannon) and starts firing, with Niner assisting via grenades. The entire time, they’re being rained on with “hot, metal shrapnel”. But the droids stop advancing. so then Niner asks Majestic to bomb them from orbit if the droids start headed towards them from another direction.

Other than Fi’s comment, I’m not particularly sure why Niner expects Etain to be “in distress”. Or how he missed the fact that he was almost decapitated by shrapnel until Etain deflected it. Ngl it took me several readings of this scene to even parse the exact sequence of events. BUT it is nice for Etain to finally, actually get to be useful to Niner and Fi and do Jedi things without everyone including her beating her up about her weakness.

The scene cuts back to Niner & Dar, who have successfully made it in to Uthan’s facility:

Apparently if you leave Darman and Atin alone together without Niner or some other regulating force, you just get unending sass.

Dar has no idea what’s dangerous and what isn’t, so they decide to just explode everything, to be on the safe side. They make it through the inner chamber and are approaching the front of the complex, but haven’t seen anything yet. Majestic is bombing things outside. Dar is literally sticking high-burning explosives to everything he can.

“Disappointingly small” Darman please.

Darman. Why are you opening the potential virus box, Darman.

You can’t set in NEXT to the potential virus box? Like the box is somehow gonna withstand that charge?

Yes, Atin, the fridge door is going to withstand the military grade explosives.

Anyway, Atin uses a mini emp to partially unseal a containment door, which is useful and also will later screw them over. It raises just enough for Dar to wedge something under it and the two of them the muscle it open, and then they start the “house clearing” portion of the op, headed into the part of the facility that’s actually inhabited. Droids and Separatists pin them down, so they comm to Fi & Niner. Then things get worse as they’re pinned in place by bulkheads.

So things are not looking great. They’re trapped by bulkheads, surrounded by Seps on the other side of those bulk heads, they no longer have access to their explosives.

Except.

I had to google what “half look different” meant. Like, I was pretty sure it meant “really” but I had to use google to confirm. Provided the British don’t also use a different connotation of “amazing” when using it in slang though... Atin likes Uthan’s hair?

Anyway, they found the mad scientist trying to kill them, and she’s armed and trapped in a confined space with them, so we hit a pretty good cliffhanger here, or would’ve if this were an episode and not a chapter.

#Republic Commando #Repcomm #Rev Recaps RepComm #Darman Skirata #Atin Skirata #Jinart #Niner Skirata #Etain Tur-Mukan #Hard Contact

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millie1536 · 4 years

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I couldn’t decide but, 71 and/or 87 for Bessie and Anna?

TW: Alcohol and a heap of stuff that happens when someone with really bad PTSD gets drunk (I know this is a terrible TW but I can’t find the words that I need sorry.)

Bessie’s drinking habits had not gone unnoticed by her family. Maggie had been the first to pick up on the growing amount of alcohol that was being kept in the house and Anna had been getting an increasing number of drunk texts and calls.

“I’m going to talk to her.” Anna told Maria one day as she tucked a very drunk Bessie into bed.

“Talk to who?” Bessie slurred.

“I’m going to talk to you.” Anna told the woman who slapped her arm playfully.

“You’re already talking to me, silly.” She laughed.

“I’m going to talk to you when you’re sober.” Anna clarified, “Get some rest, alright?”

“Stay?” Bessie reached out to Anna like a small child.

“I’ll be up in minute,” Anna promised, “I just gotta talk to Maria and the others about something.”

“I thought you were going to talk to me.” Bessie muttered, sounding almost betrayed.

“I will, babes, just go to sleep.” Anna pressed a gentle kiss to Bessie’s forehead before going downstairs.

“Maybe we should wait and see if it continues before we step in.” Aragon suggested, “Whenever we try to stop Izzy doing something it just makes her more likely to do it.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Jane said, “five months ago she was asking permission before doing anything. I’m glad she’s pushing back a little, it shows that she feels safe.” Aragon sighed, she had to admit that Jane was right about that.

“Yeah, but you also tried the ‘wait and see’ method with Joey and that didn’t turn out too well.” Maria reminded them.

“Hey,” Joan elbowed Maria gently, “I’m down to four cups of coffee a day thank you very much.”

“We know, love and you’re doing so well, but alcohol can be a lot more dangerous than caffeine.” Jane wrapped an arm around Joan’s shoulders, smiling a little when the younger woman leaned into the hug.

“I’m not going to sit around and wait for her to get hurt.” Anna said firmly, “You know what Bessie’s like, this isn’t the first time she’s been dependant on something. I’m going to talk to her tomorrow.”

Anna was surprised when Bessie was the one to bring up the previous night. True to her word Anna had spent that night in Bessie’s room, choosing to sleep on the floor so as not to startle her girlfriend during the night.

“I’m sorry,” Bessie said, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two as they cuddled in the early morning, “About last night. I’m sorry I drank too much. Again.” Bessie muttered that last word, her voice full of disappointment.

“It’s alright, everyone does it occasionally,” Anna sighed, “I’m just worried because it was the second time this week.”

“I know,” Bessie buried her face in Anna’s chest, “I’m really sorry. I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Shh, hey,” Anna held her girlfriend close to her, “It’s alright.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “How about this, the next time you want to have a drink call me and I’ll come over.”

“How is both of us getting drunk going to solve anything.” Bessie laughed, rolling her eyes.

“It won’t, which is why we won’t be drinking.” Anna told her, “We might have one drink every now and again but that’s it, alright?”

“So, what you’re saying is no more drinking alone?”

“You got it.” Anna grinned, “This way instead of drinking to get drunk we can have a drink together and talk about whatever’s bothering you, or we could talk about nothing, or everything. How does that sound?”

“That sounds good.” Bessie smiled.

Anna had to admit that when she made the plan with Bessie she hadn’t been expecting to be woken up in the middle of the night almost every night. In hindsight she should have expected it, she knew that Anne, Kathrine and Izzy would usually be awake that time each night with one of them on the brink of a panic attack. It made sense that it would be the darkest, quietest hours that the memories forced their way to the front of Bessie’s mind.

“Hey.” Anna gave Bessie a small smile as she sat down beside the woman on the front step.

“Hey,” Bessie sighed, “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.” Bessie let her head fall onto Anna’s shoulder.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Anna asked gently. Bessie shrugged.

“Same as usual I guess. I woke up because I could feel him touching me. I tried to go back to sleep but no luck.”

“The feeling went away when you woke up?” Bessie nodded.

“Yeah, most of the time it lasts a few minutes and then disappears.”

“But not all the time.” Anna sighed, wrapping her arms around Bessie and holding her as close as she could.

“How about a beer?” Bessie asked, the sudden change of topic did not go unnoticed by Anna.

“Yeah,” Anna shrugged, “Or we could go upstairs and cuddle until we both fall asleep?” Bessie sighed before taking Anna’s hand and leading her upstairs.

“One day I’m going to choose beer over cuddles.” Bessie said as she curled up in Anna’s arms.

“One day, but not today.”

This continued over the next few months, for the most part Anna was able to convince Bessie that cuddles were more effective than alcohol but on the rare occasion they did drink they never had more than one.

Anna groaned as she stretched out her arms before reaching for her phone. It was almost two in the morning and she was still half asleep.

“Hello?” she yawned into the phone.

“Anna,” Maria’s frantic voice filled Anna’s ears, “Bessie’s drunk, really drunk, and she’s not letting any of us get near her and-“

“Hey, calm down, I’ll be right there.” Anna promised.

“Wait, Maggie’s hurt and Joan’s scared out of her mind could you-“

“I’ll get Jane and Anne.” Anna said as she pulled on her shoes, “What about you? Are you alright?”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” Maria told the German woman.

“I’m getting Catherine, too.” Anna said, hanging up before Maria had a chance to argue. Running upstairs Anna didn’t bother to try and be quiet.

“Anna? What the fuck?” Anne asked when Anna burst through the door and turned on the light.

“Mummy?” Izzy whimpered, covering her eyes.

“Maggie needs you.” Anna said simply.

“Wait, what? What’s going on?” Anne asked, jumping out of bed.

“Just go get Jane and Aragon, alright? Maria said Joan’s not doing too well either.”

“Mummy? What’s going on? Are Maggie and Joey okay?” Izzy asked, sitting up in bed.

“They’re going to be fine,” Anne assured her, “But for now I need you to stay here with Kitty, can you do that?” Izzy nodded, “I’ll be home soon.” Anne promised as she ran from the bedroom to get Jane and Aragon.

“Could you maybe turn off the light?” Kitty called after her cousin who either didn’t hear her or chose to ignore the question.

“I’m going to take that as a no.” Izzy said with a sigh, turning to Kathrine who couldn’t help but smile at the young girl.

There were only three houses between them and yet Anna felt as though she was running for hours before she reached the front door. She didn’t need to knock; Maria was standing in the open doorway waiting for her.

“Jane, Anne and Catherine are coming, they should be here in a few minutes.” Anna told Maria who nodded.

“Bessie’s upstairs, he locked herself in her room just after I called you.” Maria informed Anna who ran up the stairs two at a time. She waited outside the closed door for a moment, listening.

“Bessie?” Anna knocked on the door gently, “It’s Anna, can I come in?” A few seconds later Anna heard the door unlock. “Is that a yes?” She asked when it didn’t open. Anna waited a moment but got no answer. “Bessie, I’m going to take that as a yes, alright? It’s just me, no one’s going to hurt you.” Anna could have sworn she heard her girlfriend laugh at that.

The first thing Anna noticed upon entering the room was the smell of alcohol in the air. The second was the half packed suitcase on the bed.

“Bessie? What are you doing?” Anna asked.

“I’m leaving.” Bessie said simply as she shoved a few more items of clothing into the bag.

“What?” Anna asked, a part of her hoped she had misheard.

“I’m leaving.” Bessie repeated, “I fucked up and I’m leaving before they kick me out.”

“Bessie, just wait a second, alright?” Anna took a few steps towards the woman, “Talk to me, please. What happened?”

“I fucked up, so I’m leaving. That’s all that matters.” Bessie’s eyes fell dark for a moment before they lit up brighter than Anna had seen them in days, “Come with me.”

“No, Bessie, neither of us are going anywhere. They’re your family, whatever happened they still love you.”

“Forget about them,” Bessie laughed, “Run away with me. We can go to Germany, just the two of us.”

“I’d love that, you know I would-“

“Perfect, so then let’s go.” Bessie wrapped her arms around Anna’s waist.

“Have I ever told you that you’re adorable?” Anna asked, returning the embrace.

“I love you.” Bessie whispered as she leaned closer to her girlfriend. Anna couldn’t help but smile when their lips connected. For just a moment she let herself get lost in the warmth radiating from the smaller woman.

“No.” Anna forced herself to pull away. The pain that filled Bessie’s eyes nearly broke her but she couldn’t let Bessie do this to herself, “Bessie, I love you more than anything and I would love to take you to Germany one day, but not like this.”

“Why? What did I do?” Bessie asked shakily.

“Bessie, sweetheart, you’ve been drinking again, do you remember?” Anna watched as her girlfriend blinked a few times.

“What? No, I wasn’t. I-I…” Bessie shut her eyes tight, her hands reached up taking fistfuls of her hair and she began to shake her head as if trying to shake an image from her mind.

“Hey, shh, it’s alright.” Anna rested her hand gently on her shoulder, “I’m right here, no one’s going to hurt you.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Bessie said as she collapsed, sobbing, into Anna’s arms, “I just wanted him to leave me alone, just for a few hours.”

“I know, it’s alright.” Anna assured her.

“No!” Bessie screamed suddenly, pushing away from Anna, “It’s not alright! I promised I would stop drinking! I yelled at Joan when she tried to make me stop and I…” Bessie’s eyes grew wide and the colour drained from her face, “I threw a bottle at Maggie.” Bessie stumbled backwards until she hit the wall.

“Bessie, I need you to listen to me, it’s alright.”

“Stop! Stop it! It’s not alright!” Bessie screamed from where she was huddled in the corner, “Please,” Her voice fell to no more than a whisper, “Please, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me.” Anna said calmly.

“How do you know that?!” Bessie asked, “I hurt Maggie! Maggie of all people!”

“Maggie’s going to be alright, Anne’s with her.” Anna told her, “You know, she’s gotten pretty good at patching people up, I guess that’s what happens when you’ve got an accident prone kid.” Anna added in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“She’s just a kid.” Bessie said, more to herself than to Anna, “She’s only 18.”

“Maggie’s going to be fine, she’s tougher than she looks.” Bessie just rolled her eyes.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if it was Kitty.” Bessie wasn’t sure she believed her own words but she knew how protective Anna was over the 17 year old. She knew that if she kept on about the pink haired girl she could make Anna snap. Then, maybe, she’d leave her alone.

“What?” Anna asked, “Bessie, what are you talking about?”

“If I’d thrown a bottle at Kathrine you lot would have killed me by now.” Bessie spat, standing up and taking a few steps towards Anna.

“Of course we wouldn’t. Bessie, I promised I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you again.” Anna said, reminding herself that her girlfriend was drunk and that it was the alcohol speaking.

“And what a fantastic job you’ve done at that.” Bessie’s voice was thick with sarcasm, “What makes you think you can protect me from monsters only I can see? For fucks sake Anna, you couldn’t even protect Kathrine from the monsters you could see.” Bessie saw the way Anna faltered slightly at that.

“Why do you think I was coming over here at all hours of the night?” Anna asked, her voice harsher than she had intended.

“Free beer?” Bessie shrugged.

“You know that’s not true,” Anna told her, “I came over so that you wouldn’t have to fight them alone.” Bessie turned her back on Anna as a wave of guilt crashed down on her. It was her fault her girlfriend, if she could even call her that now, never got enough sleep.

“What’s the point?” Bessie muttered; she could hear the exhaustion seeping into her voice.

“Because I love you, and I hate seeing you like this.” Anna moved so that she was once again face to face with Bessie, “Bessie, please, you don’t have to do this alone.”

“What if I want to?” Bessie asked, kicking over an empty beer bottle.

“If you can look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want my help I will leave.” Anna said. An uneasy silence fell over the pair, with Bessie’s eyes darting up to Anna’s for no more than a second at a time. Anna made a conscious effort to keep her body relaxed, she knew how important body language was around Bessie. After what felt like an eternity Bessie finally spoke.

“I-I…” Her eyes stayed glued to Anna’s, “Please don’t leave.” Bessie begged as she felt her body give up.

“Shh, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” Anna murmured as she wrapped her arms around Bessie.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Bessie sobbed into Anna’s shirt, “I didn’t mean any of it. What happened to Kitty wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have done anything.”

“Shh, just breathe, alright? Can you do that for me?” Anna hushed Bessie, who was trembling like a leaf in her arms.

“I don’t want to do this alone, I can’t. Please, I’m so sorry.” Anna just nodded as she lead the two of them over to the bed.

“You don’t have to; I’m always going to be here.” She said as she guided Bessie under the blanket, “I’m right here.”

A few hours later Maggie, holding tightly to Anne’s hand, crept up the stairs. The house had been quiet for a while and she was beginning to worry about the bassist. However, upon peeking into Bessie’s room the two found Bessie asleep in Anna’s arms.

“Is she alright?” Maggie whispered to Anna.

“She’ll be fine,” Anna smiled, “But she’s not at tough as she pretends to be, you know that right?” Maggie nodded, “She’s going to need us to help her through this.”

“Why don’t we let these two get some rest?” Anne asked gently after a few minutes.

“Annie?” Maggie asked nervously, “I know you’ve got Izzy and that she’s probably waiting for you-“

“Izzy’s with Kitty,” Anne smiled gently, “And I’m more than happy to stay with you tonight.”

“Thanks, I usually stay with Bessie at night but…” Maggie nodded towards the bassist.

“Come on then.” Anne said as she followed Maggie out of the room, making sure to quietly close the door behind them.

“You know I’m here for you if you need me, right?” Anne asked as they made their way to Maggie’s room.

“I know.”

“Just because I’ve got Izzy now doesn’t mean I can’t look after you as well.”

“I just feel bad, she needs you more than I do.” Maggie admitted.

“No she doesn’t, not all the time. She’s got Kitty and Bessie who, if I’m being honest, are a lot better with her than I am. That kid has a better support network than any of us.” Maggie smiled a little at that.

“Thank you,” Maggie said as she curled up beside Anne, “For everything. You didn’t have to come over like you did.”

“Maggie, you’re my little sister, of course I had to come. I’m just glad you’re alright.”

That night no one slept alone. Anna fell asleep holding onto Bessie, Maggie and Anne managed to tangle themselves up to the point where it was difficult to tell which limbs belonged to who, Joan drifted off in Jane’s arms, and Maria and Catherine fell asleep talking about everything and nothing. All in all it was a very peaceful end to the night…

Or rather, a very peaceful beginning to the morning.

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Alec smiles at his patient before looking down to write something in her chart.

“If you keep getting better so fast, you’ll be out of here by the end of the week,” he says, looking back up to meet the parents’ eyes.

The mom leans over to the hospital bed, laying a hand over her daughter’s. “Did you hear that, honey? You’ll be home in time for your birthday.”

The little girl, Danielle, just grins up at Alec. “Thanks, Dr. Alec!”

Chuckling, Alec just shakes his head. “Don’t thank me. It’s all you.”

Hanging the chart back on the foot of the bed, Alec leaves after a few last minute remarks. Heading over to the nurse’s station, he checks in with Underhill.

“Anything I need to know before I go on lunch?”

Looking at his computer screen, Underhill leans back in his seat and sends him a droll look. “Not unless you want to stay and help me with Room 207.”

“Not a chance in hell,” Alec says pleasantly and he turns on his heel and walks away as his friend laughs behind him.

Room 207 had a dragon of a woman and any unsuspecting staff member who walked into her room was stuck for forty five minutes as she listed every symptom under the sun in between biting commentary on her current soap opera of choice.

Every knew about her and it made Alec particularly grateful that he was a pediatrics surgeon.

Walking back to his office, Alec takes a seat behind his desk and spends a few minutes updating his notes from this morning’s rounds. That done, he takes his phone out, unlocking it to see a text message.

Where are you? Your brother won’t shut up about the benefits of Vinyasa yoga and I’m going to strangle him if you don’t get to the cafeteria soon.

Laughing a little, Alec shakes his head as he replies.

Sorry, babe. I lost track of time. Be down in 5.

Pocketing his phone, Alec stands, raising his hands overhead to stretch a little. He runs a hand through his hair distractedly as he leaves his office and heads toward the elevator. He enters it with a dozen other people but thankfully none of them are in the mood to talk and he makes it down to the third floor without issue.

When he walks into the cafeteria, Alec immediately sees the little group in their customary corner. There’s Jace and Magnus-- one talking passionately and the other closing his eyes as though praying for patience-- along with Izzy and Maia. Simon and Clary round out the bunch and as Alec goes through the line, picking up a questionable quiche and bottle of orange juice, he wonders what joys are in store for him this particular afternoon.

There’s a seat beside Magnus open and Alec drops into it with little fanfare. Almost immediately, he feels a foot nudge his own and he smiles a little as he lets his thigh press against Magnus’s a little more.

“So,” Clary breaks in excitedly. “What’s everyone’s plans for the weekend? Does everyone have to work?”

Twisting his juice open, Alec absently says, “I’m going out of town.”

Everyone turns to look at him, silent. Alec warily looks up from where he’d been peeling the plastic wrap from his quiche. “What?”

“You, Alec Lightwood, are spending two whole days away from the hospital? Isn’t that, like, sacrilege to you?”

Alec scowls. “I’m not on rotation this weekend-- I’m not even on call-- and we decided to make the most out of it.”

“We,” Maia asks, brows inching towards her hair line. “Who’s we?”

From his periphery, Alec catches Magnus look down at his phone, opening Instagram and scrolling aimlessly. He can just see the hint of a smirk on his face.

“My husband and I,” he mutters and he rolls his eyes as its like a bomb’s been detonated in the middle of the table.

Simon screeches, “What,” and even Jace and Isabelle are looking at him with wide eyes.

“You’re married?”

Alec feels heat flood his cheeks, wincing as he realizes he hadn’t meant to do this in the damn cafeteria. “It was a spur of the moment decision last weekend. We’re planning a ceremony with family and friends later in the summer but we wanted to get away and celebrate a little, just the two of us.”

Clary’s smiles brightly. She stands up and comes around the table, wrapping her arms around Alec. “Congratulations! I can’t believe I didn’t know you were even in a relationship, though. Why didn’t you tell us?”

“It’s complicated.”

Rallying, Isabelle shakes her head a little before she blinks up at him. “I’m going to kill you for not telling me sooner but I’m so happy for you, hermano.” She winks. “I knew you were planning to propose but I didn’t think you had it in you to just go for it.”

Alec just shrugs. “I love him and we’ve been together since medical school. I honestly don’t know why we waited so long in the first place. It seemed silly to wait even longer.”

“If I didn’t know better, Alexander, I’d wonder if alcohol was involved.” Magnus’s voice sounds next to him and while he’s internally exasperated, Alec just glares over at him.

“There may have been several mimosas involved,” he admits evenly.

Jace snorts, pointing a finger in his direction. “You always were a lightweight. I’m surprised your boyfriend-- sorry, husband-- just went along with it.”

At that, Magnus looks up with a thoughtful expression. “I would imagine there were a lot of mimosas involved. Most men aren’t infallible to the lures of champagne.”

Grimacing a little, Alec offers, “They were bottomless.”

Simon’s still looking at him like he’s sprouted horns and Alec doesn’t say anything as he meets his gaze head on. His little staring match is interrupted, though, as he sees Jace’s face shift from the corner of his eye.

Unfortunately, Alec knows that look and he closes his eyes in defeat of whatever’s about to come out of his brother’s mouth.

“What’s everyone else’s plans for the weekend? I’m working a double tomorrow but I’m planning on going out after my shift ends tomorrow night.” He turns innocent eyes to Magnus. “What about you, Magnus? You haven’t said anything in awhile.”

Unmoved, Magnus just replies, “I’m going to a winery this weekend. There’s a charming bed and breakfast on the premises and I’m eager to escape the city’s heat for a few days.”

Maia looks up at that. “A winery? Where? I’m always looking for new places to try.”

The topic of conversation moves on as the group starts talking about their favorite wines. Alec kicks Jace under the table and he doesn’t even flinch.

Izzy’s beeper goes off an instant before Jace’s and then they’re both standing and all but running out of the cafeteria. They’re both ER doctors and Alec watches them go as they respond to an emergency.

Everyone else gets up and leaves a few minutes later, their lunch hour coming to an end. Everyone but Magnus, that is.

It’s just the two of them at the large table and Alec turns to look at his husband with an arched brow. “That’s not exactly how I planned on telling everyone.”

Laughing a little, Magnus raises an arm so that he can run his fingers through the hair at Alec’s nape. “You don’t say, darling. I don’t envy the conversation you’re going to be having with Isabelle later.”

Snorting, Alec retorts, “You don’t think she’s going to sit both of us down and demand an answer?”

“She’s your sister.”

“She’s your sister-in-law,” Alec shoots back.

Magnus smiles at that, expression softening. “Yeah, she is, isn’t she?”

“Yes, Mr. Lightwood-Bane, she is.”

“I think we should serve bottomless mimosas at our reception next month,” Magnus says, changing the topic. He grins as he adds, “They are my new favorite drink, after all.”

Rolling his eyes, Alec looks around the cafeteria before leaning close and kissing Magnus’s cheek. “Mine too,” he says lowly and then he’s refocusing on his sad lunch as his husband rests a hand on the back of his chair.

It’s late in the afternoon when Simon knocks on his door. Looking up, Alec’s scowl shifts to confused delight as he takes in the large arrangement of flowers in the receptionist’s hands.

“What’s this?”

Speaking through the flowers, Simon replies, “These just came in from you.”

Entering his office, Simon unceremoniously sets the flowers on his desk. “They’re from your husband.”

“How do you know that,” Alec asks with a raised brow.

“Well first of all, who else would be sending you flowers? Unless you have a side piece-- in which case, my opinion of you has plummeted-- they’d have to be from your husband. That and I read the card,” Simon admits grudgingly whenever Alec doesn’t say anything, just levels him with a look.

Straightening in his chair, Alec reaches for the ivory card between two stems.

Alexander,

Thank you for a lovely weekend. As pre-honeymoons go, it was wonderful. I can’t wait for our next trip together-- though hopefully we spend more time exploring outside of our room.

Well, on second thought. . . you do look so beautiful flushed and drunk on wine, sweetheart.

Enjoy your morning, darling. I’ll see you later today.

Your loving husband

Smiling as he reads the short message, Alec looks up as Simon stands there, just watching him.

“Yes?”

“Nothing,” Simon says. “I’ve just never seen you so happy. I didn’t think your face could make that expression.”

“A smile?”

“Yeah,” Simon replies bluntly. “That message was super sappy and you’re not only tolerating it but you’re, like, thriving. It’s a little much for me to wrap my head around.”

Alec scowls. “Stop trying to wrap your head around anything and get back to work, Lewis.”

With a half-assed salute, Simon just grins. “I know your secrets now, Alec. I know the snark hides a big ole teddy bear heart. You can’t scare me anymore.”

Alec narrows his eyes and it only takes three seconds for Simon to wither under his gaze, turning and escaping his office with a thrown out, “Nevermind, sorry!”

Waiting until Simon closes the door behind him, Alec huffs out a laugh as he stands and brings the vase closer to him. He leans down and sniffs the colorful arrangements before reaching for his phone and snapping a pic.

He sends the picture to Magnus with, Thanks, babe. They’re almost as beautiful as you.

The morning is spent working on a paper he’s writing for the American Medical Journal and he grabs lunch at his desk in between filling out medical reports. It’s late afternoon when someone pokes their head into his office, though Alec doesn’t notice them until they wrap arms around his shoulders.

Startling a little, he almost immediately relaxes as he catches a hint of sandalwood shampoo. He tilts his head up until he can nose along Magnus’s throat. “Hey, you,” he murmurs against smooth skin.

“Hey, yourself. How’s work been?”

“Damned hard. Someone wore me out this weekend,” Alec teases and Magnus’s arms tighten a little as he laughs before pulling away. Alec turns his chair, widening the space between his legs and pulling his husband between them with fingers looped through his belt holes.

Magnus moves closer, narrowing his eyes. “Oh? I’m sure you’re mistaken, darling. If I remember correctly, I was the one who wanted to go on that wine tasting but no, you just had to slip into those lace panties and lounge on the bed, looking all rumpled and debauched--

“I was relaxing while you did your hair!”

“--And it takes a stronger man than me to resist you in black lace, Alexander. That and you were practically begging me to take you out of them, what with all your ‘oh, Magnus, these feel so good’ and ‘babe, are these too see-through.’ It’s a wonder I let you out of the hotel room at all, honestly.”

“Let me,” Alec asks, reaching for the top button of Magnus’s button-down.

Humming a little, Magnus studies him as Alec rapidly undoes his shirt before pulling him closer to nose along his sternum.

“You’re right,” Magnus breathes, carding his hands through Alec’s hair. “People think I’m the one who ruined you with my hedonistic little clutches but they don’t know you’re temptation incarnate. Why, what would they say if they knew about the time you bent me over that bench at the New York Philharmonic charity gala or that you have an unforgivably sexy habit of wearing silk under your classic suits.” Magnus gasps as Alec’s hands go to his belt, as he undoes his pants, pulling them down with his underwear in one efficient move. “Maybe then they’d know that I never stood a chance, darling. It’s a hard job but someone’s got to do it, I tell myself, having such an insatiable husband.”

“Poor you,” Alec murmurs, nibbling across the jut of a hip bone. “But you love it.”

“I love you,” Magnus replies softly, scratching at his scalp.

Grinning, Alec echoes the words against Magnus’s stomach, nosing down to where his arousal is evident.

Alec’s hands rest against the bare skin of Magnus’s hips, nails pressing little crescents into his skin just enough to leave marks. He’s just about to close his mouth over Magnus when his door fly opens.

He twists, pulling Magnus so that he’s hidden in front of Alec with Alec’s back to the door. Looking over his shoulder, he’s set to offer a sharp rebuttal but it dies when he sees who it is. He doesn’t see who’s behind her.

“Get the hell out, Iz. Jesus.”

Raising a brow, Isabelle takes in the scene before turning on her heel. Over her shoulder, she says, “You two have sixty seconds to make yourselves decent and then I’m coming back in.” She can’t leave, though, because Clary’s right there, staring at the two of them with her mouth open.

“Oh my God,” she says, voice faint. “I just saw Magnus’s dick.”

Alec’s eyes widen as he finally registers Clary and Magnus snorts above him.

“Biscuit, as much as I enjoy the occasional bout of exhibitionism, I like to keep it outside of working hours.” He arches a brow. “Care to give us a minute?”

Sighing, aggrieved, Isabelle spins Clary around and with hands still on her shoulders, she pushes her into the hallway

Alec and Magnus look at each other in the sudden silence of his office before they break into breathless chuckles.

“It was bound to come out sooner or later,” Magnus says with a little shrug.

Wincing, Alec nods. “Still. I didn’t want anyone to find out because they saw me about to go down on you. Talk about scarred for life.”

“For her or for you,” Magnus asks with a grin and Alec groans, letting his head fall to Magnus’s shoulder.

A minute later, there’s a tentative knock on the door before it eases slowly open. Isabelle peaks her head in to make sure they’re clothes before pushing it the rest of the way open.

“Now that everything’s covered up maybe we can actually get some work done, you know, at work.” Her tone is equal parts brisk and gleeful.

Both Magnus and Alec roll their eyes but they move over to the small seating area in front of Alec’s desk. Alec settles onto the couch, Magnus next to him, while Izzy and Clary take the two chairs.

The silence stretches out and Alec watches as Clary looks between him and Magnus. Sighing, Alec wraps an arm around Magnus’s shoulder and some tension leaves him as Magnus relaxes against his side with a hand on his thigh.

“Yes, Fray, Magnus and I are together.”

That seems to snap her out of her daze and she points an accusatory finger in their direction. “You’re married!”

This time it’s Magnus who answers with a patient smile. “Yes, Biscuit. Alec and I are married.”

“How didn’t I know?”

Alec and Magnus share a look before they before give a negligent shrug. “We never really advertise it,” Alec offers. “When we were both hired, we didn’t want anything to jeopardize our positions and it just became habit once we’d been here a few years and worked our way up to heads of our departments.”

“Alexander is a private person,” Magnus demurs. “We agreed early on to keep our work and home life separate.”

Alec hears Isabelle mutter under her breath, “Considering you were half naked in my brother’s office five minutes ago. . .” and he sends her a withering look that she returns with a supercilious expression.

Impatient, Isabelle waves the conversation away. “Enough about my brother’s painful lack of restraint when it comes to Magnus. That’s old news. I need your expertise on a patient-- and I’ll take yours too, Magnus, since you’re here.”

Everyone gets serious at that and Alec finds that he doesn’t mind the occasional looks from Clary as she’s obviously trying to wrap her head around his relationship, not when he gets to hold Magnus’s hand at work.

Walking down the corridor, he rounds the corner and almost runs into Magnus. Alec feels the warmth as he’s treated to a thorough once over before Magnus slowly grinning.

“Why, Dr. Lightwood, that’s an interesting shirt you’re wearing today.”

Alec just gives him a deadpan look. “Oh, do you like it? It’s my husband’s.”

The elevator dings, signalling its opening onto their floor but neither Alec or Magnus pay it any attention. Instead, they’re too caught up in each other.

Magnus reaches a hand out, sweeping it over the sleeve of the diamond-patterned button-down until he can run a thumb under the cuff, caressing Alec’s wrist. “If I may be so bold, your husband has exceptional taste.”

“He certainly thinks so,” Alec agrees with a soft grin and he watches as Magnus’s eyes narrow.

“Trust me, darling, he’s an expert.”

Laughing a little, Alec leans closer to Magnus. His breath catches as Magnus mirrors him.

“Careful, Dr. Bane. My husband’s the jealous sort.”

“Oh? I find that hard to believe.”

With a droll look, Alec simply says, “We once went to a club and when a guy bought me a drink, he left the dance floor, squeezed his way between the two of us and wrapped his arms around my neck, making out with me until the guy-- who was a friend from college-- left, scandalized.”

Expression turning sheepish, Magnus weakly offers, “He was quite drunk, you know. He thought he was preserving your honor.”

Shaking his head, Alec laughs as he reaches up and smooths an out of place hair. “Like I said, he gets a little possessive.”

“Well, look at you, darling.” Magnus winks. “He’s well aware you could have anyone you wanted. Do you remember that dentist from Milwaukee at the vineyard? He didn’t care that I was right there whenever he offered you a free root canal whenever you wanted, if you would just stop by Wisconsin, of all places, for a drink sometime.”

Magnus and Alec stare at each other before breaking into laughter. Alec laughs so hard, he wipes a tear from his eye. “God,” he says. “That guy was such a piece of work.”

“You should take him up on it,” comes a voice to his left. “Root canals are expensive as hell.”

Alec and Magnus’s head whips over to see Maia taking a nonchalant sip of her coffee.

“What,” she asks. “I’m right.”

“Maia, dear, how long have you been standing there?”

Humming a little, Maia thoughtfully says, “Long enough to know you’re Alec’s husband.”

She turns to Alec. Her expression is serious but he sees the humor in her eyes. “You two aren’t subtle. At all. Everyone in the oncology department knows you two have been together for years.”

Alec’s eyebrows are in his hair as he asks, incredulous, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Maia just shrugs. “It was none of my business. Plus, have you seen Simon? He’s too much fun to keep out of the loop.”

She looks between them, saying-- barely-- under her breath, “Dr. Dumbass reporting for duty,” before taking another sip of her latte and leaving the two of them standing in the middle of the hallway, stunned.

“Well,” Magnus says, clearing his throat. “She’s not wrong.”

Alec doesn’t say anything, just glances over at his husband with an expectant look.

Moving closer, Magnus wraps his arms around Alec’s middle. He kisses Alec’s jaw, murmuring, “We aren’t the best at keeping to ourselves.” He pulls back to grin at Alec. “That and Sherman really is too fun to tease.”

Filing out of the conference room where they’d just wrapped up the monthly executive meeting with all the heads of the various departments, Alec looks over at Magnus as he hears. “Paging Dr. Lightwood-Bane. Please report to the Nurse’s Station on the first floor.”

Magnus sends him a dry look. “We didn’t really think that one through, did we?”

“That might get confusing fast,” Alec acknowledges. He smiles over at his husband. “Maybe we can keep our married name for outside of work?”

“That does seem to be the easiest solution,” Magnus agrees.

With a shrug, they make their way towards the receptionist on the first floor. It hadn’t sounded urgent-- Alec and Magnus are both well aware of what an emergency paging sounds like-- so they take their time, chatting idly.

“Have you mailed out the invitations for the ceremony yet?”

“Yeah. We definitely have a few people to tell before they get it them, though.”

The two of them look at each other. “Simon,” they say grimly.

Alec sighs. “You know he’s going to make a big deal out of things.”

“I would think he would’ve picked up on us by now. While there haven’t been any more discoveries à la Biscuit, we’ve all but stopped hiding our relationship.”

And that was the truth, Alec reflects with a small smile. Once they’d realized that everyone already knew about them, they’d decided to just act like they always did. There were incidental touches they leaned into and teasing that was barely masqueraded flirting. Life continued on and yet Simon remained utterly oblivious.

Alec remembers an incident last week, though, when he’d incredulously listened as Simon had expounded on all the ways he and Magnus were #brotpgoals.

Apparently only true friends were comfortable enough in their masculinity to nap together.

On the same couch.

Cuddled against each other.

With Magnus’s hand resting on his ass and Alec’s burrowed under Magnus’s shirt to lay against warm skin.

Shaking his head a little as he remembers Simon’s little lecture on toxic masculinity and how important it was for men to accept softness into their lives, Alec can’t imagine the conversation that needs to happen within the next few days.

Getting out of the elevator, Alec follows Magnus to the receptionist desk. Magnus comes to a sudden stop, though, and Alec’s too busy staring at his husband’s ass to notice. He runs into Magnus, wrapping a hand around his waist on autopilot to steady them both but he looks up when he hears a muttered, “Oh, hell.”

Wondering what could cause such a reaction, Alec looks up just to close his eyes in defeat. “Aw, fuck,” he sighs.

Because there, standing at the receptionist’s desk, is Simon.

There’s a bit of a stand-off before Simon breathes out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God.”

“Sherman?”

Simon brings a hand up to rest against his heart. “I was so worried about you, Alec.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Simon,” Alec asks, scowling in confusion.

“I thought you were cheating on your husband!”

Alec doesn’t say anything and neither does Magnus. They both just look at Simon who looks like he’s about to pass out from a combination of relief, happiness, and glee.

“The paperwork just came through this morning about your name changes,” Simon explains. “It explains so much.”

“Like,” Magnus asks, wary.

“Like how you’re always kissing when you think no one’s around. Guys. Everyone knows to stay away from the seventh floor utility closet Thursday afternoons. And don’t even get me started on the napping.”

Alec jerks his head up. “I thought you said that was ‘just bros being bros.'”

Simon doesn’t get a chance to say anything before Magnus is laughing, cupping Alec’s cheek to look at him with a pitiable expression. “Oh, darling, that’s from a vine. It means we were being a little gay.”

“A little,” Simon all but shrieks. “Your hand was on his ass, Magnus!”

Frowning, Alec clarifies, “So, when you said we were obviously good friends, you were--”

“Making fun of you, yes” Simon says exasperated. “I thought you were cheating on your husband with Magnus. I’m so glad that he is your husband.”

Magnus and Alec look at each other. Alec’s raises his brows. Magnus hides a laugh behind his hand.

They turn back to Simon who’s staring at them like he’s about to whip out his phone to commemorate the occasion.

Not one to be outdone, Magnus studies Simon with a sharp smile before asking, “So, now that you know-- or we know you know-- have you thought about who your plus one is going to be to our ceremony next month? Jace, perhaps?”

Simon squawks in indignation and Alec and Magnus make their escape while his brain reboots.

Back in Magnus’s office a few minutes later, they collapse on the couch.

“Well, I guess everyone knows.”

“They do, indeed,” Magnus replies. “How do you feel about that?”

“Happy,” Alec says after a few minutes. He turns his head, looking over to meet Magnus’s eyes. “I want everyone to know how much I love you.”

Laughing softly, Magnus kisses his shoulder before looking up with an amused expression. “Apparently, everyone’s known for ages that I’m completely head over heels for you, darling.”

Settling into the couch, Alec shrugs. “Well, now they’ll just know a little more.”

It takes months for Simon to stop referencing that stupid vine every time he and Magnus do something the least bit affectionate.

Alec pretends to be much more annoyed than he is and every time, Magnus just looks over at him and grins.

Alec smiles back, comfortable and so full of love he can barely contain it.

#my writing #paging dr. bane #malec fic

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