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aurora-daily · 3 years

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AURORA TALKS ABOUT ‘CURE FOR ME’ AND UPCOMING PLANS

Interview for We Love Nordic Magazine (September 5th, 2021).

AURORA is one of Norwegian’s most original artists today and is constantly on the international music map since the massive success of her song ‘Running with the wolves‘ in 2015, which was also used in a Vodafone-advertising in Germany. Since then a massive bunch of good tracks followed like ‘Conqueror‘, ‘Runaway‘, ‘Half the world away‘ or ‘Animal‘ from her so far latest album A different kind of human in 2019.

Now AURORA has just released her new – very danceable – song ‘Cure for me‘.

It is a club-song with a massive synth-chorus-melody and indeed a not so typical AURORA-song whereas she has done more clubby stuff in the past (‘River’, ‘Awakening’). The song is about the fact that many people think that there is something wrong with them when society tells them this. But it is all about the fact that no one needs a a cure because everyone is fine just as they are.

And she had the time to talk with us about it and more upcoming exciting stuff. So enjoy the conversation.

You seem so happy and confident about ‘Cure for me’, can you tell a little bit when the idea for the topic ‘Everybody is fine just as you are’ especially for the transgender community came to life?

AURORA: I actually wrote this song in 2019. I think I was on tour from Australia to Brazil and often I think a lot about things, I think about the world, things that are meaningless and things that are important. And there are so many things in the world so many of us disagree with – like the evil things, the bad ways of judging and shaming people for being born the way they are. […] The spark of the song is that it is so sad that people are being told that who they are is wrong and has to be cured. That they have to be cured for the person they are. It is awful to be told that by somebody…. And then I wrote Cure for me. But the songs fits well together with my new album, it is the only song that was written before the start of writing for the new album.

So was it just at the glimpse of the release of the last album?

AURORA: Yes, it was just after A different kind of human was released, step two of my last album. When I release an album I start thinking of the next album the day after. So Cure for me is a part of this album but I wrote it a year before I wrote the rest of the album – So it is very ahead of its time ;)

Ahead and retro at the same time – soundwise, How do you call the style?

AURORA: Well, it is very peculiar. It is very playful and the new album is very serious like all my albums, but it is very playful and has a lot of humor – more than a lot of my music before. And I had a lot of fun doing it. It makes sense in the theme of the album – it connects with the sounds because it has a lot of absurd things and chaotic things in it.

So we can expect some ‘strange things’ on the album?

AURORA: Yes!

And soundwise?

AURORA: I am exploring a few very different things and I have been very playful, and I had big fun. And it is very different – but Cure for me is different from the album also. But still Cure for me fits in it.

The sound has some kind of TikTok-style in it with the dancing…

AURORA: Yes, the dance is very inspired by the 1920s and also by Futterwacken, the dance that Alice in Wonderland dances. It is very inspired by history.

Did you do the recording with the same people as in the past?

AURORA: Yes, I made it with Magnus, the drummer of the band – we made the first album together, and me and him did A different kind of human together. And we did this album together, we made it here in Norway. […] We had a lot of fun.

It sounds that it is a more personal style of recording, not in a super-big studio.

AURORA: I don’t like that extra big studios so much, but I must have to admit that I rent a castle… but it is not a studio. You don’t need that super-big equipment to make music, just just need a few things. We put the most important stuff into Magnus’ car and we drove to this place and we stayed there in the Castle.

I need to be in different rooms when I record an album. The Castle is very old and it contains a big history and past and that is why it was just perfect to make this album.

That really makes us interested to hear the the new album!

And regarding the past: How did you came along the fact that Runaway has a big fame through TikTok?

AURORA: I didn’t know it at first! Some guy from Indonesia did that filter that people are enjoying to play around with to create a magical atmosphere or style. So I think it started in Indonesia but the Internet is random, it could have started anywhere. It makes some kind of sense also that people have let Runaway into their hearts in India and Indonesia because they we’re going through a lot of things with virus and Runaway has become something that they needed as an extra – if that makes sense. People needed a friends in Runaway.

It definitely spreads positivity around the globe, so it works! Do you plan to bring that spirit to the people with a tour or something like that?

AURORA: I will start touring in the next year – or at least that is what we have planned. And we will be coming to Germany as well. But we don’t have concrete plans of touring this year, so I will be staying in Bergen, which is nice.

Bergen is something special, especially regarding music….

AURORA: Bergen is funny – it is so small, all people know each other. It is hard to avoid any of us because we are all networking people. It is very nice it is a very good community here in Bergen.

Absolutely – and there are always popping new acts and musicians up in the music scene from Bergen. Do you have recommendations for new exciting music from Bergen?

AURORA: I would recommend Iris and Askjell and then I would recommend a young woman called Hannah Storm, she hasn’t released music yet but it is coming. They are all friends of mine and live here in Bergen. But I am lucky that I have so good and talented friends. And I am so happy because I think they are all amazing.

Thank you very much for the good talk and the insights.

#aurora #aurora aksnes #cure for me #new album #interviews #magnus

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icanthelpbut-love-you · 4 years

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a snowfall kind of love

Malec discord secret santa fic featuring the prompts “snowed in, hot drinks, and tipsy cuddling” for @hanukkahmagnus. Happy Hanukkah!!!

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Alec stifles a giggle as he frantically tries to fit the key into the lock, feeling Magnus shiver and huddle as close as possible against the snowstorm raging around them.

Growling through chattering teeth, he fumbles when the ice on the door causes the key to slip.

“Lillith, Alec it’s cold out here! Can we hurry up and get inside – preferably before rather than after we both get frostbite?”

Any other time Alec would point out that as a warlock and a shadowhunter it would be difficult for either of them to actually get frostbite given the whole accerlerated healing situation (even without considering runes or magic). But it’s almost impossible to even see the lock a few inches in front of his face through the swirling snow and Alec needs all his concentration to try and wrestle the key into submission so they can get inside rather than take that chance.

So he settles for a distracted “I’m trying,” chuckling when Magnus presses closer and mutters under his breath about the cold and incompetent shadowhunters.

He does, however, startle as Magnus slides his freezing hands around Alec’s waist to emphasise just how cold he is, but manages to recover and finally fit the key into the lock. A teasing admonishment dies on Alec’s lips as they tumble inside. It takes both of their strength to close the door against the wind outside, but it finally concedes with a flurry of snow. The howling wind outside cuts off to a muted roar. They collapse against the door and Alec can feel Magnus shaking with laughter, even as they both shiver.

He has to admit, this isn’t how he expected their evening to go. It’s the last day of their mission – if you can even call it that when it essentially amounted to Magnus helping out an old warlock friend with a spell that’s slightly above their power level, with Alec tagging along because the spell is tangentially clave business (the official reason) and because Magnus wanted his company (the more accurate unofficial reason) – so the last few hours were supposed to just be some finishing touches and socialising. But the spell had, as ancient, translated-through-several-language spells are liable to do, become unexpectedly complicated when they tried to complete those finishing touches. Which meant they fell behind schedule just long enough for he and Magnus to get caught up in a sudden snowstorm on the way back to their lodgings.

Laughter abating, he turns to Magnus and is sent into a fresh fit of giggles. The warlock is covered from head to toe in snow, and Alec is sure he’s in no better condition himself, but even more amusingly his normally-perfect mowhawk is in complete disarray from the wind. And – Alec reaches out and runs his hand through Magnus’ hair to confirm, ignoring the disgruntled huff he gets in response – is frozen stiff, crackling against his fingers.

“Why didn’t we just portal?” Alec asks, still gasping for breath slightly. Even for a trained shadowhunter, their cabin is a fair distance from the quarters where Magnus’ warlock friend lives. Especially when he’d been expecting a leisurely stroll through the gorgeous snowy mountains.

“And ruin the fun?” Magnus quips back, “We couldn’t possibly.”

Alec fixes him with a disbelieving look and stares pointedly at the floor where the snow coating their clothes is starting to melt into a puddle around them.

Magnus remains unabashed, but his tone does become a little more serious as he continues.

“Old warlock formalities. I can’t portal on another warlock’s land without permission, even if they are an old friend – the wards wouldn’t allow it,” he explains.

“C’mon Magnus don’t act like I don’t know exactly how powerful you are. You could circumvent the wards in seconds.”

“You flatter me, Alexander,” Magnus chuckles and Alec rolls his eyes.

“It’s not flattery if it’s true.”

And it is. He’s seen Magnus perform feats of magic he can barely comprehend and he’s well aware of the incredible power running through the warlock’s veins (a little too aware at times but that’s definitely not the point).

Yet when he says as much Magnus gets slightly shifty-eyed – as he always seems to when Alec compliments him on things that really should be obvious.

“Maybe so,” Magnus concedes with a shrug, after a brief pause, “But it would be an unforgivable breach of etiquette and deeply insulting to our host. I can only imagine the fallout if I made a show of the fact I could dismantle their wards for anything other than incredibly extenuating circumstances – I’d never be invited anywhere again!”

Alec has to admit he can’t argue with that; the importance of respect (or at least the illusion of it) between different factions and an understanding of the careful etiquette required to maintain it is one of the few things that translates directly between shadowhunter and warlock culture. The melodramatic way Magnus explains it still has him stifling a fond eye-roll though.

Looking out window as it rattles in the wind, Alec considers the snow still swirling outside before turning to his husband. He feels a grin creep onto his face as Magnus eyes him quizzically.

“Looks like we won’t be able to make it home this evening like we planned,” he says slyly.

Magnus mock pouts, and Alec can only smile wider at the glint of mischief in the warlock’s brown eyes.

“Such a shame,” Magnus says, taking a purposeful step closer until they’re pressed flush against each other, “The two of us, stuck in this quaint cabin in the middle of the mountains,” he inclines he head in invitation, breath puffing against Alec’s cheek in the scant space left between them and voice dropping to a low whisper, “Alone until the storm passes.”

Alec gladly obliges, pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss. He breaks away just as it starts to turn heated, dodging Magnus’ attempt to dive back in as soon as they part and grinning at the disappointed noise Magnus makes.

“I really like the way you think,” he murmurs, “But I should probably call Izzy and let her know that we’re stuck. Rather than just disappearing for the evening.”

The unimpressed look on Magnus’ face says he doesn’t see why, but he obligingly fishes the phone from Alec’s back pocket where his hand has wandered and passes it over.

(If asked, Magnus would firmly maintain that he showed commendable self-control in only copping a brief feel. Alec refuses to acknowledge either that or that frankly unbecoming squeak that escaped him.)

Izzy picks up after the first ring, clearly worried considering he’s calling her on what should be a routine mission. Concern quickly turns to scepticism, though, when Alec explains the situation. He gets as far as relaying Magnus’ spiel about the politics of portalling through a fellow warlock’s wards before she interrupts.

“I’m pretty sure being caught in a freak snowstorm counts as extenuating circumstances hermano,” she says dryly.

There’s a moment resounding silence where Alec is left floundering for a plausible reason why they can’t just send a fire message explaining the situation and get permission for a portal. Then Magnus cuts in.

“That would be a good point if I wasn’t utterly drained from this evening. All those complications in the spellwork – completely exhausting,” he explains smoothly, “I doubt I’ve got enough magic to create a portal if I tried.”

Izzy’s responding eyeroll is almost audible but she doesn’t call either of them on their bullshit. Alec is hit with wave of gratitude – he and Magnus have barely had any alone time since the wedding (perks of being high ranking leaders of their respective people) and several hours uninterrupted in the middle of nowhere sounds like heaven.

Unfortunately, Izzy knows this too if her suggestive parting encouragement to “have fun” is any indication. Alec doesn’t even need to look to know that Magnus is composing something even more suggestive to say back.

“Goodbye Izzy,” he groans and hangs up before Magnus can respond, all previous gratitude towards his sister dispelled at the prospect of having to listen to her trade innuendos with his husband.

He’s barely turned his phone off before Magnus snaps his fingers to summon a blanket and light the fire, alighting on the couch before flicking the blankets back to make space. He shoots an expectant and distinctly cat-got-the cream look at Alec who promptly bursts out laughing

“Magic depletion?” he asks increduosly.

“Oh yes,” Magnus confirms as Alec slides in next to him obligingly and snuggles up under the blanket, sighing at the warmth of his husband pressed up against him. Magnus promptly sends up another shower of sparks as he summons a steaming mug – heaped with cream and complete with actual sticks of cinnamon – for each of them, “And I think cuddling in front of the fire with the man I love is exactly what I need to recover.”

Alec presses closer with a shake of his head, still chuckling as he raises the mug to his lips.

“Well, far be it from me to deny you something so vital to your recovery,” he teases, taking a sip.

And almost doing a spectacular spit-take.

“By the Angel Magnus, how much alcohol did you put in this?”

“Just enough,” is the smug reply he gets, “Does wonders to warm you up.”

Alec raises an eyebrow in response, but the effect is definitely ruined as he takes another long sip. He tangles their legs together, rucking up Magnus’ shirt to trace patterns on his torso. Magnus shivers, though Alec’s not sure whether from the sensation or just because his hands are cold

“You know what else is good for warming you up?” he asks.

Magnus grins.

“Why don’t you enlighten me.”

“Body heat,” Alec murmurs, skimming his hands down Magnus’ ribs to emphasise his point.

He’s barely finished talking before Magnus is putting his mug to the side and shucking off his shirt, encouraging Alec to to the same with a murmured, “Can’t argue with that.”

When they’re settled again, hands gently roaming over bare skin – not with any intention but rather to just touch – Alec reaches for his cup again, relishing the warmth. His hands still feel like they’re made of ice but the hot drink and Magnus’ heated skin is definitely helping. Draining the rest, he tries not to wince at the way the alcohol has settled at the bottom of the mug making it somehow even stronger.

He catches the fond smile on Magnus’ face but before he has a chance to ask, Magnus is swiping a finger across Alec’s upper lip. He draws back and Alec has just enough time to process that some of the (frankly ridiculous amount) of cream from the cocoa must have got caught there.

Then Magnus sucks his finger into his mouth, licking it clean a way that crosses the border into indecent, and Alec’s brain short circuits.

A thought strikes him (once he’s regained the ability to think, albiet a little less clear than before) as he watches Magnus finish off his own mug with a smug wink before refilling them both. Tilting his head up from where it’s settled on Magnus’ shoulder, Alec steals a thorough kiss.

Magnus’ free hand immediately comes up to cradle Alec’s face and Alec parts his lips to deepen the kiss. Hauling Magnus closer until Magnus is practically sitting on his lap, Alec groans at the heady combination of chocolate and whiskey he can taste on Magnus’ tongue.

Eventually he manages to pull himself away and is gratified – always is, no matter how many times they do this – when he’s greeted by brilliant gold as he meets Magnus’ gaze.

“Just as I suspected,” Alec says, managing to keep a very serious demeanour until Magnus looks at him – still somewhat dazed – with such pure confusion that Alec can’t help but give in, “Tastes much better that way.”

Magnus narrows his eyes.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I mix you a drink,” he says wryly and Alec snickers. It’s hard to tell, he thinks, whether the giddy boldness he’s feeling is because of the spiked cocoa when this is how Magnus has always made him feel anyway.

However, it quickly becomes clear that at least some of it is definitely from the cocoa, which is starting to settle over him in a pleasant fog. It’s the most content he’s felt in quite a while; curled up against his husband who’s shifting to pull the blanket more comfortably over them, with no responsibilities until at least tomorrow morning, and so, so warm despite how frozen he felt when they first sat down. Though he’d never hear the end of it if he said anything, Magnus definitely has a point about the cocoa’s warming properties.

Manuavering so his head is in Alec’s lap, Magnus makes a soft noise of approval as Alec automatically moves to run his hands through his husband’s hair. Within seconds Magnus is dozing.

Evidently there was also some truth to Magnus’ claim of magical exhaustion, as much as he was using it as an excuse, Alec muses as he toys with his sleeping husband’s hair. It wouldn’t be surprising given Magnus’ well-documented tendency to use jokes and flippancy to mask any and all vulnerability. Thinking about it now, Magnus hasn’t done anything more complicated than a summoning spell since they got back to the cabin, even though Alec can call to mind several other times where Magnus would normally resort to magic out of pure impatience.

The realisation drives home to Alec, not for the first time, how much they’ve both changed in the time they’ve known each other. When they first met, there’s no doubt that Magnus would have insisted he was fine and stayed awake well into the night to prove it. Raziel knows Alec spent their first few months visibly terrified, but in hindsight Magnus was just as bad. The only difference was he knew how to hide it. Now the Alec knows what to look for, there were so many things that screamed out how worried Magnus was that Alec would think less of him for any show of vulnerability.

It’s humbling that Alec is the one Magnus lets down his guard around now. Because it’s one thing to know someone will watch your back, but another thing – a completely different level of trust – to properly relax around them.

And Magnus is completely relaxed. Alec can feel the familiar presence of Magnus’ magic flowing just below his skin, reaching out as it always does when they touch. But it’s mellow. Sleeping, for lack of a better word. For someone like Magnus, who’s always on high alert and whose magic rests even less than he does, that’s almost a miracle.

Stirring slightly, Magnus (or at least his magic) seems to register that Alec is still awake, and with a gentle glow from Magnus’ fingertips the lights dim and the fire dies down to a pile of smouldering embers. Only then does it hit Alec how exhausted he is too. The combination of whiskey and the fading adrenaline from the day’s excitement is as potent as any sleeping draught Magnus could have brewed in his apothecary.

Lulled by the rhythmic up and down of Magnus’ breathing and the repetition of his hand still carding through Magnus’ hair, Alec catches himself dozing. The last thought he registers before he drifts off, wrapped up in the blanket and Magnus’ arms, is that they should definitely work out how to arrange another snowstorm next time they want some time to themselves.

#malec #malec fic #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #isabelle lightwood #shtv #malec fanfic #my fic

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maiaisbia · 5 years

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Catarina meets Alec for the first time and decides if she can trust him to take care of the two most important people in her life.

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Catarina had heard a lot about Alec Lightwood from Magnus and Madzie. They both seemed very charmed by him, but Catarina wasn't so sure. While she would be the first to state that nephilim were far from being born cruel (she had adopted and raised one after all, many years ago), Alec was raised deep in the Shadowhunter culture of dominance. He was raised to be a leader among them, to uphold Clave law, not to mention the fact his parents were ex-Circle members.

While she trusted Magnus deeply, she had also had a front row seat to some of his worst relationship choices. If Catarina wanted to use Magnus as a babysitter, that would most likely come with Alec as well. And if Madzie was going to be spending time with Alec, Catarina needed to meet him. She needed to know the little girl would be safe.

She decided to stop by Magnus' loft after work to talk with him about this, but when she knocked, the door was opened by the source of her concern.

"Hi, Catarina, right?" the tall shadowhunter asked after he opened the door. He stepped out of the way to let her into the loft after she nodded. "Magnus said you were coming by."

"Where is Magnus?" Catarina asked, looking around. She followed as Alec moved into the living room.

"He's still busy with a client, so he asked me to make sure you’re made at home," Alec turned to face her, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Catarina nodded, took a breath, and stuck out her hand. "Well, Alec, it's nice to finally meet you."

Alec took her hand and gave her a brilliant smile. It caught her off guard. It was not the expression she was expecting from the Head (or former head? acting? it was hard to keep up) of the New York Institute. "It's really great to meet you too. Magnus talks about you all the time."

"He's told me a lot about you too," Catarina chuckled, letting go and walking over to Magnus' drink cart. "Don't mind if I help myself."

"Please, let me know if there is anything I can get you," Alec said, still smiling.

Catarina raised a brow. "I’m a warlock, I can summon anything I need."

Alec's face turned into a small frown. "I know… But you’re coming off work, so I don't want you to use magic you don't have to."

Both eyebrows up now as she picked over Magnus' selection. That was certainly considerate of a shadowhunter. Base level consideration admittedly, but still... "You want something?" she offered.

Alec looked more awkward and started forward. "Ah, shouldn’t I-"

"Magnus has told me about your lack of training in the drink making area, I'm happy to handle this myself," Catarina said with a grin, putting what she wanted in a cocktail shaker. "Trust me, I’ve been helping myself to Magnus' stash for decades."

"Alright," Alec said, and moved closer to watch her. "Though I'd like to learn."

Catarina set the shaker down, and took out two glasses. Pouring the cocktail into both, she passed one to Alec and then went to lay on Magnus' couch, kicking off her shoes. Alec went and sat in a chair, hovering on the edge of the seat. He took a sip and made a thoughtful face before humming.

"You like it?" she asked, drinking herself.

"Yes," Alec said. "It's sweet. You can't taste much of the alcohol." "Most days a beer will do, but after the day I had..." Catarina took a longer sip and sighed. "Thank god I have the weekend off."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, both drinking. It was slightly awkward, but not as bad as she would have expected. Alec broke it by asking, "How's Madzie?"

Catarina smiled, thinking of her young ward. "She's recovering in leaps and bounds. She hasn't had a lot of trustworthy adults in her life, but she's such a good kid and a fighter. She'll be okay."

Alec relaxed a bit, sitting further back. "I'm really glad to hear that. Who watches her when you’re at work?"

"Dot has been spending a lot of time with her, which is wonderful because I can work on healing her as well," Catarina said. "They're keeping each other safe."

Alec nodded, "If you or Dot ever need a break, Magnus and I are more than happy to pitch in."

"Madzie has asked about you," Catarina decided to admit. Alec was already gaining steady points in her book and there didn't seem like any harm.

"She has?" Alec's whole face lit up, and Catarina got a good idea why Magnus was so infatuated. "I found some of the old books my siblings and I had and I brought them here in case she might like them. I also went to a mundane store and got some coloring books and crayons." Alec stood, putting his drink aside and went to the other side of the room. He picked up a stylish leather box that fit in with the rest of the room. He set it in front of Catarina and opened it, revealing books and crayons, as well as some other toys.

Catarina realized that Alec had just about won her over completely in a single act. "That all looks great," she told him.

Alec looked pleased. "I can get some more craft supplies, if you think she would like that? I know I could get some paints..."

"I’ll ask her," Catarina said. "I'm sure she'd love to have a play date with you and Magnus."

"That'd be great, I can probably get the time off," Alec said, putting the lid back on and putting the box to the side. "I talked with Magnus and he said he could cast some childproofing spells, so she'd be safe."

Catarina watched him as he returned to his chair. "You've put a lot of thought into this."

Alec blushed, trying to hide it by taking his drink back up. "I just remember when my little brother Max was living in the Institute, I felt like I was always chasing after him, making sure he didn't get hurt. I don't want Madzie to be someplace unsafe, especially after all she's been through."

"I appreciate that," Catarina said, still watching Alec. He was proving to be... honest, earnest, and not like any shadowhunter she'd known in recent memory.

Magnus took that moment wandered into the room, stretching out his back and making his way to the drink cart. He picked up a glass and poured out what Catarina had left him, taking a long sip with a happy sigh. "Happy Friday everyone."

What was most interesting to Catarina though, was Alec. He was watching Magnus with unhidden love and happiness. But she focused back on Magnus before he could catch her studying. "Who was that?" Catarina asked, looking in the direction of the front door his client must have just gone out of.

"I'm not breaking confidentiality," Magnus shook his head, and moved to press a kiss to her cheek. He then cross over and sat right in Alec's lap with zero shame. He’d always had a habit of being comfortable with displays of affection in front of her or Ragnor.

Alec just blushed more, but put his drink down to wrap his arms around Magnus' waist. It probably wasn't the most comfortable seating arrangement, considering Magnus wasn't much shorter than Alec, but it was also clear from the way they both relaxed that they weren't going to let that stop them. Alec hooked his chin over Magnus' shoulder, and seemed the calmest he had been since she'd arrived.

"So what brings you by tonight?" Magnus asked, looking utterly content. All because of this shadowhunter, who apparently liked kids and wanted to learn how to make drinks and seemed to be at home within Magnus' loft.

Catarina met Magnus' eyes, meeting the curiosity there, and said, "I just wanted to catch up."

"It has been awhile," Magnus agreed, sipping his drink.

"I was also wondering if you and Alec might be able to watch Madzie from time to time," Catarina said, having decided. Alec's eyes shone excitedly.

"Of course, we'd love to," Magnus sounded equally excited. "Alec has already gotten some supplies for if she came over."

Catarina grinned, "He showed me. It's very thoughtful."

"You know my home is yours," Magnus said.

"Oh really," Catarina grinned, looking to Alec now. "Let me tell you about the year Ragnor and the two of us spent together in Rome in a tiny little house."

Magnus shook his head, eyes going wide. "Oh no! Alexander doesn't-"

Alec perked up with clear interest. "I want to hear this."

Magnus groaned, sinking lower so that he could bury his face in Alec's neck. "Fine. Catarina, do your worst."

As Catarina stood and made them another round of drinks, preparing to tell some embarrassing, (but not cruelly so) stories from Magnus' past, she heard Alec whisper to Magnus, "You know nothing could make me love you less."

And those words that she wasn't meant to hear? They decided it. Catarina liked this Alec Lightwood a whole lot and she thought Ragnor would have approved just as much.

#catarina loss #alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec #my fic

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bitimerush · 6 years

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Are You Flirting With Me?

Pairing: Clary x Maia

(NOTES: For anon. I have been working on this since March, but mostly neglecting it and I’m sorry.)

“Come on, she is definitely into you.”

“She is not.”

Clary blushed as she angled her head down and covered her face with her arm. She had never been this embarrassed in her entire life, and she could tell that Simon was enjoying watching her squirm.

“You come in here every day, you flirt with her, she flirts back, and then you act like there is no way she could ever like you back,” Simon said, a little too loud for Clary’s liking.

Clary shushed him and pressed her finger to his lips, glancing over to make sure that the cute barista didn’t hear Simon’s big mouth.

“I do not flirt when I talk to her,” Clary whispered, glaring at her best friend. “I just…. appreciate her.” She said the last part in a whisper, angling her head down.

Simon chuckled, shaking his head. “There is a difference between respecting a good worker and being in love with her.”

Clary groaned, covering her face with her hands. She knew it wasn’t love anyway, but she was not willing to discuss her romantic feelings here, possibly in earshot of the girl she… appreciated.

“Let’s not do this here. I will figure it out later,” Clary offered in way of compromise.

Simon raised an eyebrow. “You will?”

Clary took a sip of her coffee, swallowing harder than necessary. “Of course.”

Simon didn’t believe her, and in his defense, neither did she. She was new at this, having crushes and admitting it to herself. Until recently she had convinced herself that she didn’t like girls at all, because how could she? Being gay was so… rare. And for other people, people who were different. Not for her. Being gay didn’t seem like an option until recently.

Now that she had accepted herself for who she was, she was in love with the idea of finding love, but that doesn’t mean she knew what she was doing. At all.

“So what you are saying is, you like this girl but can’t tell if she likes you back.”

Clary groaned and plopped onto Magnus’s couch, Chairman Meow still in her arms. Magnus was making tea for the both of them, and couldn’t see her from the kitchen, but had listened to her account of the previous day’s events with interest.

“You make it sound so… normal,” Clary complained, softly stroking the hair on the top of Chairman Meow’s head.

“That’s because it is.” Magnus entered the room, two tea cups in his hand, and sat on the couch next to Clary.

Clary let out a puff of air and shook her head. “It doesn’t feel normal. Not at all.”

“It wouldn’t.” Magnus carefully sat the tea cups on the glass table in front of them before taking a breath to explain. “Not knowing whether or not your romantic feelings are reciprocated is very common. Almost every person understands how that feels. But if you have never experienced it before yet personally, it can feel quite overwhelming.”

Clary absorbed Magnus’s words carefully. Truthfully, they made her feel better. And of course they did, that’s why she was here. Magnus always made her feel better, no matter what. But feeling better about not knowing how the cute girl feels doesn’t change the fact that she has no idea how the cute girl feels.

“So what do I do?”

Magnus drank his tea slowly, seeming to ignore her. When he pulled the tea cup away from his lips he closed his eyes, swallowing before letting out a satisfied noise.

All of a sudden he was halfway across the apartment, slipping on a jacket. One second later he was almost to the door. “Come on, Biscuit”.

“Wait!” She set Chairman Meow beside her on the couch and grabbed her own jacket, struggling to get her arm through one of the sleeves as she chased after Magnus.

“You have got to be kidding me”

They were at the coffee shop, the one that the cute girl works at. Clary cursed at herself for telling Magnus which coffee shop the girl worked at, and wondered if it was too late to just turn back around and pretend she didn’t even follow him here.

“Relax, Biscuit. She isn’t going to bite.”

“So is this the part where you tell me I can only know for sure by asking her if she likes me?”

Magnus chuckled. “I thought about it, but I thought it would be more fun and less likely of rejection if you just interact with her normally and I tell you if it looks like she is interested to me.”

Clary let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god. This is why I love you.”

Magnus grinned and they entered the shop together, joining the line of people waiting to order drinks and baked goods.

“So what do you normally order here?” Magnus asked, but Clary barely heard him because she spotted her. Maia, her name was, it was on her nametag pinned to her apron every day. She looked absolutely gorgeous, her look of concentration when finishing up the drink she was making and her bright smile when she gave the drink to the customer at the serving counter. Her dark curls looked magnificent, and they were so her that Clary couldn’t imagine her without them. The woman turned to look at another receipt to see what she had to make, and Clary couldn’t help but appreciate the graceful way in which Maia moved, every movement purposeful and-

“It’s our turn, Biscuit.”

Somehow they were now at the front of the line, in front of a nice looking man at the register. He was waiting patiently, and thankfully didn’t seem irritated by her brief disconnect from reality.

“Your usual?” He asked.

She nodded, grateful. “Plus a black coffee for my friend.”

She smiled at Magnus as she handed the cashier her card.

Magnus leaned over to speak into her ear as the cashier charged her. “Now it’s time to work your magic on the pretty girl.”

Clary elbowed him in playful retaliation, but became serious as she took her card from the cashier and thanking him. Magnus gently guided her over to where Maia was making drinks, squeezing her shoulder in order to comfort her.

“Heyyy, Clary. What’s up?”

Maia had a big smile on her face, eyes fixed on Clary. Clary tried her hardest not to blush as she got closer to the counter.

“I’m doing fine. I mean good! Everything is great! How are you?” Clary failed at her mission not to blush, but attempted to keep her cool in the way of body language, leisurely leaning against the counter.

Maia laughed, turning her visual attention to the drink she had in her hand, picking up chocolate syrup to drizzle into it. “I’m doing great, too. Well, now that you’re here.” Her voice was sweet, and slightly confident.

At this point, Magnus had begun shaking his head, laughing. Clary swatted at his arm, trying to get him to stop. “What is your problem?” She whispered.

“That is so clearly flirting, I just don’t know how you can possibly misread that.”

Clary just rolled her eyes. “It is not.”

Magnus coughed. “Yes it is.”

Clary turned towards the counter. “Are you flirting with me?” She blurted out.

Maia was standing there, full attention on Clary with both of her ordered drinks in her hand. She looked confused more than anything.

Clary mentally kicked herself for completely ruining this situation. She could never come back here now. She would never have any drink here again, she would never see Maia again, she will just take her shame and shove it into another coffee shop, somewhere free from future embarrassment.

“I thought my flirting was obvious.”

Now Clary was the confused one. Simon was right all along? They had really been flirting the whole time?

“No-- not to me.” Clary said, trying to pull any memories of Maia flirting with her from her brain.

Maia looked kind of concerned now, her eyes becoming somber. “Does that mean you weren’t flirting with me?”

“No! I definitely was,” Clary clarified, smiling.

Maia grinned. “So, do you want to go for dinner tonight? I get off at 5.”

Clary swallowed. “Dinner as in…. A date?”

Magnus audibly groaned, both hands running down his face.

Maia laughed, shaking her head. “YES. A date.”

Clary also laughed at herself, feeling completely clueless. “Well, in that case, I will come by around 5.” She grabbed her drinks and walked away, elbowing Magnus when he started laughing again.

#claia #claia fic #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fic #sh fic #nikkowrites

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thegreatmercutio · 7 years

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Making friends...in a Shadowhunters and Malec Fandom. It's a long read...addressing the negativity and the ship wars.

Growing up I learned a valuable lesson. “If you want to make friends, never talk about religion and politics.” You just can’t make friends that way. Lesson learned. Ha!

Look, I was cruising through the Malec fandom. Throwing some “likes” and comments to some post. And once in while under a mystical full moon…I stumble upon some hate. That’s expected. It’s a massive growing fandom…so opinionated minds are expected. There’s not a fandom out there without its own brand of drama. Drama is guaranteed in all fandoms. We’re always at each other neck, one way or another.

One of the biggest thing about the Shadowhunters fandom is shipping. I have never been so overwhelmed by the “shipping” in this fandom. I ship too. But I am not big on it. I really I am not. I got few favorites and a few one hit wonders in my lifetime, but I have always like to stay away from shipping. Ship wars is very obnoxious…but strangely interesting…if you interested in how human act and think when it’s other people’s relationships and not theirs.

Malec is actually my first big ship that I actually actively supporting. I’ll have been a Supernatural fan since season 1…ironically it was a clown episode, and I hate clowns. However, I loved the two brothers, the storyline, the acting, the cases, and the supernatural elements…all of them was all in the “good” categories for me. But I choose to stay away from the fandom. Not because there isn’t good people within the fandom, it’s just too much drama…too much shipping that it was beginning to look like a high school level debate team…when you realize that the frontal lobe hasn’t been fully developed yet…so maturity is too much to ask for. So, I stayed away. Enjoyed the Supernatural fandom on my own terms…and as much as I enjoyed the bromances of Supernatural. I actually have no real ships within that fandom. I just watch the show, for the show. For real. Really.

When I heard that The Mortal Instruments was becoming a television series and that Malec is an aim for development. And Magnus is being played Harry Shum Jr…no Whitewash Magnus Bane! Yes! I was so happy, but I was unsure if I wanted to actively support them in the magical world of social medias. Because it wasn’t because they didn’t deserve the love and the support, but because of the drama that was coming when an interracial relationship was going to be put in front of a massive collection of opinionated minds. And sadly with honesty…I knew Magnus and Harry was going to get most of the heat. It was my nature to think that way. Is it justified? Like most human, I based my worries from years of witnessed discrimination and hatred. And I have seen it within the Shadowhunters fandom.

It’s not a perfect world, it’s learning, it’s better than it was…but a person of color and a person of a different sexual orientation that isn’t straight and white is going to have to work harder…just to be accepted. Mostly when they going to be judge by very impressionable minds that grew up with a set of conditioning. It’s a shameful social rule that we don’t want to admit to it, but it’s ignorance to believe it doesn’t exist.

I remember talking to my best friend, who was surprised that I was actually taking a step in the dark side of shipping. But Malec matter to me. I know that in books, there are problems…but it’s the author’s books, it was her choice and her directions. You can only say so much. What I love about is that potential of them. The simple beauty of two guys, from two walks of life, coming together…learning from each other…and loving each other is very heart warming and it made me very happy that for first time in my lifetime that this interracial couple between a White Gay man and a Asian Bisexual man are canon and they actually have a fan base. A strong one too. I am very proud of the Malec fandom. There’s a lot of very amazing individuals…that’s are so talented and so creative. Really amazing individuals in this fandom, that deserves a lot of love and support.

So I stayed. And I know about the drama. Hell, I am no Saint. I am sure I offended somebody at some point and the future doesn’t guarantee that I won’t offend someone again and again. I am not them and they are not me. We’re not expected to share same the principles and feelings. I have very strong stands with Malec. I only ship Magnus with Alec and Alec with Magnus…no “ifs” or “buts” with me with them. I don’t need to understand or justify other ships. I don’t going looking for them. Doesn’t mean I don’t respect other people opinions and feelings. But I don’t go dwelling on them either.

It’s true, Malec are not real…fictional and made for the purpose of entertainment. But it’s the idea behind them. That idea is real. That’s the most important element to me. There has been many interracial relationships in the past, shown through many massive media outlets…but they are not treated like Malec. There a sense of thought and protectiveness within this Malec fandom. And they can get very passionate about it.

They surpassed in popularity against the “main” couple of the show and they can compete with likes of large “ship” fandoms like Olicity and Clexa. I was at awe and was very proud of the support. (I hope I am getting a message through here). But there has always been this feeling. It’s kinda of like a “it’s too good to be true” feeling…like it’s a dream and you going to wake up and realize they just another token to the same old song. Some of the choices done within the show isn’t without questionable concerns. But my focus here is “the idea” behind Malec.

That it’s okay, that you’re a gay conservative White guy falling in love with a flamboyant make up wearing bisexual Asian man. That you both come with baggages of years of discrimination and shaken self esteem…but yet willing to fight pass it and see each other…and be there for each other through the adversity and the pain…I actually do believe these two will fight to stay together (in the books and in the show)…that even if they don’t agree with each other all the time…it doesn’t break that love between them…that’s a big deal…to the likes of me.

I need people to know that this kind of love is out there and look at the SUPPORT this kind of love is getting…that through this use of medium (this art form of storytelling)…that’s it’s okay my friend that you in love with someone who isn’t in your “enforced” circle of life. That’s because you come from different culture, ethnicity,…skin tones…doesn’t make your love for each other any less important. That it’s okay to follow your heart. That when your world tells you that it’s wrong to love that person…because the way they look, because of their sexual orientations, their religion…their gender…or because they’re a boy who has more make up than your own mother…that it’s okay. That somewhere out there there are people like you, will accept you, support you, and love you. That’s why Malec matters to me. That’s why they need to exist.

It’s doesn’t matter how much you think people are made to be strong, or encouraged to be strong…people still need to be reminded that’s it’s going to be okay. I will be one of those people. That’s you’re going to be okay. You’re not alone and there will always be people that’s on your side.

Here is a little nod to the negativity. I don’t want people to think that Malec are the villains of the Shadowhunters fandom. There are individuals who choose to spread hate and negativity…and that comes from every corner of this shipping fandom. Do not think that your fandom doesn’t come with hate. I expect it from all the corners. It’s sad. It’s not right, but it’s ignorant to think it doesn’t exist and just because you don’t see it…doesn’t mean it’s not there.

People are not expected to share your opinions and your principles. I am speaking to all of you. If you looking for fight, you will get one. Fighting words are fighting words. You can ask for peace, for respect, for equality…but you can’t sit there and think it’s going to be fix overnight…and that once in the full moon that there isn’t someone out there that isn’t going to offend you.

I apologize for the behalf of this fandom due the negativity among shippers. No one should be bullied and threatened. No one. Some lines should never be crossed especially when it’s for fictional shipping. Bullying is terrible. Never a justified action. That’s not what Malec is…for me. I am very sorry. I do honestly hope people can play nice and at least stay in their tags, but I can’t promise you that. I know I will face another wind of negativity soon…the show is coming back. So I hope you are mentally preparing yourself if you planning to stay within this fandom. Drama is definitely promised.

What I can advise. Is the only control is your own actions. If you’re going to be opinionated, you’re going to be opinionated…no one should ever take your right to speak your beautiful mind. I ask as politely as I can…do it respectfully and civil as it can be. But if it isn’t…it’s isn’t. Retaliation is going to happen, either ways. I am sorry. That’s just how the world works. To protect the freedom of speech is to accept the good and the bad. But you do have the power and the ability to avoid…to walk away, to block, log off…take a deep breath…call someone you love…have a good rant and drink some tea and have a cookie…or a brownie. Watch something else, maybe a comedy?

Keep your sanity. And take care of yourself.

#shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #harry shum jr #matthew daddario #the mortal instruments #shippers #shipping #ship wars #antis

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alyxhavok · 7 years

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Where Is She?

Happy Birthday, Lydia, @reivenesque. I am sorry this is not perfect, but I wanted to do something for your birthday, and this is what came into my mind.

This is sort of just a little play around thing… it is not meant to be serious but more to make you smile or laugh… also think about it as if they were all on the office… and they know they are in a television show… but they won’t say so…

The part in Italics is what Lydia was watching, which never happened but it is for you Lydia it can happen in our minds!!!! And yes, even though I know nothing of it I ship ChrisEva!

It can be read here as well: Where is She?

“Has anyone seen or heard from Lydia?” Jace is standing at the head of the table, to his left stands Alec with his arms crossed and worry across his face, beside him Magnus looks calmer but still Jace can see that he is concerned, he is only putting up a front, probably to ease the situation. To Jace’s right, Clary and Izzy are both looking tense. Simon is seated in a chair beside Izzy, half asleep as he is still getting used to sleeping regularly again.

“Ever since demon Raj attacked her, she has been missing. No word of where she is or could have gone.” Alec rubs his fingers together in his state of worry.

“I don’t know this is extremely weird. I contacted the Clave and they have not heard from her either. It’s like she just disappeared from the face of the earth.” Izzy bites at her lip. Where the hell could their friend have gone?

“We could track her?” Alec is the first to suggest this, “If she left anything behind, surely you can find her, right?”

Magnus nods once then answers, “Of course, but what if she doesn’t want to be found? What if she is just taking some personal time off?”

“She is our friend, Magnus, and for some reason none of us has realized she was missing until just now, so we officially suck as people.” Clary sighs and crosses her arms, “How the hell did we not notice one person missing all this time?”

Luke, who has just been seated in the chair opposite Jace this whole time, stands and laughs a hearty laugh. “You all act like detectives, but none of you have what it takes that is for sure.” He shakes his head, “And that is why I am the cop and none of you are, so how about you all stop trying to do my job, and let me do it for you.” He shrugs. Everyone is silent and staring at him as if he has just slapped them all clear across the face. “Oh and I have already solved this one as well. Would you care to know where she is?”

They all nod slowly, wondering how Luke already solved it, he hadn’t known she was missing either. “Please do enlighten us, oh wise one.” Simon has finally pulled himself from a sleep like state.

“Well, I can’t be too sure, but it was mentioned that you are not sure if she left anything behind in her room. Which means that no one has thought to check her bedroom.” Luke pushes his chair away and motions for everyone to follow him, “I can’t be completely sure but, I bet each of you twenty dollars that she is there.”

“She isn’t in there, we would have noticed.” Jace’s tone is cocky as ever. “She would have had to come out at some point.”

“Well then, put your money where your mouth is and let’s see, shall we.” Luke smirks while giving off the most pretentious stare.

“Alright, Garroway, deal. If she is in there each of us will give you twenty dollars.”

“Speak for yourself, Jace. I already lost money to a bet, I am not doing it again.” Simon steps back. But still follows as they all approach Lydia’s room.

There is no answer when they knock and Jace grins, “See, told you.”

Luke turns to Jace and shakes his head. “Have you ever raised a teenager?”

Jace looks dumbfounded, “That has nothing to do with…”

“Teenagers go through a thing in their lives these days, and most adults as well. I guess it is just a people thing. But it has been known that when you are bed ridden and have nothing else to do a mystical place called the internet calls to you. And on the internet, Jaceyboy, is the land of Netflix where binge watching became all powerful.”

Clary is giggling as she remembers the many sick days she had watching Netflix and living on the internet. “He has a point you know.”

“She probably didn’t hear us knocking because she is so immersed in whatever she is watching!” Simon is practically bouncing at this revelation.

Magnus steps forward, “Okay, let’s see.” He opens the door very slowly.

He enters the room carrying a box. Dressed in black and makeup adorning his face. Much like before at the party. He looks just as radiant to her as he has since the first moment she saw him. He licks his lips slowly then smiles at her. She sits up in bed and gives him the purest of smiles, but to him every smile from her has lit up his world and nothing else could ever compare. “What are you doing?” She giggles and waits for him to place the box down safely before gripping his shirt in her hands and pulling him close for a series of short but magical kisses. “Wooing you on your special day. Happy Birthday, Eva.” He opens the lid and inside the massive box is no cake, but instead only a ring sits inside, “In one year's time, I plan to stand at the other end of an aisle and watch you as you move toward me, to begin our married lives together. Will you make that dream a reality? Will you become my wife?” Eva’s eyes sparkle as she moves them from the ring to Chris’ eyes. He swears he can see the stars and moon in them as she nods her head and pulls him in again, and they fall into bed together, “But there is cake for today, yes?” She manages to say before they get too lost in each other. He nods with a smirk before capturing her lips once more…

Lydia’s head snaps up from the computer screen and her eyes find her friends standing in her doorway all looking concerned, a bit upset and one of them laughing.

Her eyes are filled to the brim with tears as she greets them. “Ummm… hey, guys. What’s up?” She is moving to swipe away the falling tears now.

Alec is the first to move in her direction, “Lydia, what’s wrong?”

She smiles up at him, “Nothing, just something I was watching.”

Jace is the next to move closer, “Like something on Netflix?”

She shakes her head, “Not on Netflix, but I have been binge watching a lot lately. I mean there is not much else to do when you are on bed rest.”

Luke shoots his fist into the air with victory. “Easiest 100 bucks I have ever made!” He holds his hands out, “Cough it up.” They all sourly shovel out money, except Simon, who was smart to completely stay out of the betting game.

“What’s going on, none of us knew you were here?” Clary says this with shame lacing her words.

“I asked Maryse to keep my condition a secret, because I didn’t want to worry any of you. You all have so much more to worry about.” Lydia tries for another smile, but she is met with a stern glare from Alec.

It is Magnus that speaks next. “Yes, I will admit we are all caught up in some serious drama, but to ask us not to worry about you, our friend, our family. That is cruel of you.”

She looks as if she is about to cry again, “I just didn’t think I was that important.”

“You are our friend, you helped my brother and all of us really by coming here and being our rock when Aldertree thought he ran something.” Izzy sits down next to her taking her hand, “We didn’t know how bad your condition was or even that you were here.”

“Raj knew I was here. He has been taking care of me, this whole time.” She smiles thinking about him, “He feels so terrible about hurting me, but he makes up for it. He is a great guy and so easy to talk to. Did you know he was in love once too, but she never knew about it? He won’t tell me her name but he said she lives here in the institute. He said when he sees her he feels breathless… And I need to find out who she is.” She chuckles, as do the others. They had no clue Raj was a romantic.

Luke raises his hand, “Who wants to bet I can solve that mystery, too?”

Everyone just shakes their heads at him. They continue to talk and catch up with Lydia, she shows them her scar from where Raj’s hand tried to rip through her flesh, Simon thinks it is gross while Izzy thinks it is awesome. They all vow to not let her go unnoticed again as she is more important and more worthy of them than even she realizes.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYDIA!#<3 #Shadowhunters #Alec #Magnus #Jace #Izzy #Simon #Luke #Clary #Lydia #I hope you enjoy this!#Chris #Eva #Skam

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