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soulofapatrick · 1 month

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Broken Showers Aren't All Bad - Alec Lightwood x female reader

Summary: You use Alec's shower as yours is broken

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: none

Y/N’s POV

As I stumble back to the institute, my muscles aching and my clothes stained with sweat and demon ichor, I can’t help but feel a sense of exhaustion weighing heavily on my shoulders. The fight against the shax demons had been relentless, each blow and dodge taking its toll on my body and spirit.

Dragging myself to my room, I’m grateful for the ensuite bathroom, the promise of a hot shower offering a small sliver of comfort amidst the chaos and danger that constantly surrounds us. But as I step into the shower and turn on the water, my relief quickly turns to frustration as the pipes splutter and the flow of water comes to an abrupt halt, leaving me standing there in disbelief.

With a groan of frustration, I pound my fist against the tiled wall, feeling a surge of pent-up anger and exhaustion bubbling to the surface. It's the last straw in a long line of setbacks and challenges, and I can't help but feel like I'm at the end of my rope. They said they had fixed my shower earlier today but it’s still fucked.

Desperate for a solution, I run through a mental checklist of every member of our group, trying to determine who might be willing to let me use their shower. Clary and Jace are out of the question—they're probably lost in each other's embrace, lost in their own world of love and passion. And Izzy, well, she doesn't know the meaning of privacy, likely to barge in without warning at any given moment.

That leaves Alec—the one person in our group who values his privacy above all else. It's a long shot, but I'm left with no other choice, especially as he’s out on a mission currently.

As I tiptoe through the dimly lit corridors of the Institute, my heart races with anticipation and a tinge of nervousness. I know I shouldn't be doing this, sneaking into Alec's room while he's away on a mission, but my own shower has been malfunctioning for days, and I can't stand the thought of going another day feeling unkempt.

The door to Alec's room creaks softly as I push it open, praying that no one hears. Stepping inside, I quickly make my way to the bathroom, feeling a rush of relief wash over me as I shut the door behind me. The warm steam soon envelops me as I strip off my clothes and throw my towel aside, longing for the hot water.

As I step into Alec's shower, the warmth envelops me like a comforting embrace, easing the tension that had been coiled tightly in my muscles. The steam fills the small space, wrapping around me like a gentle cloud, washing away the lingering remnants of fear and adrenaline from the encounter with the shax demons.

I close my eyes, letting the water cascade over me, each droplet a soothing caress against my skin. The scent of Alec's shampoo and soap fills the air, a familiar and comforting aroma that helps to ground me in the present moment.

With each passing second, the tension begins to melt away, replaced by a sense of relaxation and relief. The hot water works its magic, easing the ache in my limbs and soothing the bruises that litter my body from the fight.

I tilt my head back, letting the water cascade over my face, feeling the weight of the day's events slowly lift from my shoulders. In this moment, there is nothing but the sensation of warmth and cleanliness, a temporary reprieve from the chaos and danger that constantly surrounds us.

As I stand under the warm cascade of water in Alec's shower, a sense of tranquility washes over me, momentarily banishing the worries and fears that had plagued me earlier. But as the sound of footsteps approaches the door, my heart lurches in my chest, and panic sets in like a suffocating wave.

Alec’s footsteps are unmistakable—steady and purposeful, devoid of the usual warmth or joviality. My mind races with the worst-case scenarios, imagining his stern expression and sharp reprimands as he discovered me here, intruding upon his private space and using his stuff.

With trembling hands, I reach for the shower curtain, hastily pulling it closed around me as if it could shield me from the impending confrontation. My breath comes in shallow gasps, the steamy air feeling suddenly stifling as I await Alec's inevitable discovery.

The moment the bathroom door creaks open, my heart feels as though it’s lodged in my throat, and I shrink back against the tiled wall, desperately trying to make myself as small as possible on instinct. Through the opaque curtain, I can vaguely make out Alec’s silhouette, his presence looming like an impending storm.

“Who’s there?” His voice pierces through the heavy silence, sharp and authoritative, sending a shiver down my spine.

I swallow hard, my throat feeling dry and constricted. "It's me," I manage to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper, my words muffled by the fabric of the curtain.

Alec’s footsteps draw nearer, and I can feel the weight of his gaze boring into me, even through the barrier of the shower curtain. Every nerve in my body is on high alert, bracing for the inevitable backlash of his discovery.

“What are you doing here?" His voice carries a note of incredulity, mixed with a hint of confusion.

I bite my lip, my mind scrambling for an explanation, any excuse that could possibly justify my presence here. "My shower... it's broken," I stammer out, my words coming out in a rushed tumble, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

There’s a moment of tense silence, broken only by the sound of water cascading from the showerhead. I brace myself for Alec's anger, fully expecting a sharp rebuke for my audacity.

But, to my surprise, when Alec finally speaks, his voice carries a note of understanding, his tone softer than I had anticipated. "Well, I suppose you can finish up here," he says, his words tinged with a hint of amusement.

Relief floods through me like a tidal wave, and I let out a shaky breath, feeling the tension in my muscles slowly begin to ebb away.

As I finish my shower, hastily drying off with a fluffy towel, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach as I realise my oversight—I forgot to bring clean clothes with me. With a frustrated sigh, I wrap the towel tightly around my body, hoping it provides at least some semblance of modesty as I prepare to face the inevitable embarrassment of leaving Alec's bathroom in just my towel.

Steeling myself for the inevitable, I take a deep breath and push open the bathroom door, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I step into the room beyond. My eyes dart nervously around the familiar surroundings, searching for any sign of Alec's presence.

And then, I see him—standing by the window, his back turned to me, his gaze focused intently on something outside. Relief floods through me at the sight, grateful for the temporary reprieve from the awkwardness of the situation.

But as if sensing my presence, Alec turns, his eyes widening in surprise as they travel the length of my body, lingering for a moment longer than is strictly necessary. A flush of crimson creeps into his cheeks, and he quickly averts his gaze, clearing his throat in a feeble attempt to disguise his embarrassment. "Uh, sorry," he mumbles, his voice slightly hoarse, his eyes fixed resolutely on the floor. "I didn't realise you were... uh... here.”

I swallow hard, feeling the heat rise to my own cheeks as I struggle to find the right words to break the awkward silence that hangs between us. "I, uh... forgot to bring clean clothes," I mumble sheepishly, feeling like a fool for my forgetfulness.

Alec nods awkwardly, his cheeks still tinged with a faint blush. "Right," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, um... I can, uh, go get you something to wear... if you want.”

Instead of leaving the room to head to mine he moves to his chest of drawers, searching for something for me to wear. I feel a mix of gratitude and nervous anticipation, never expecting Alec to share his clothes with me let alone his shower. When he returns with a black t-shirt in hand, I accept it with a grateful smile, clutching it tightly against my chest as I wait for him to realise that he needs to turn away.

For a moment, Alec seems to falter, his gaze lingering on me expectantly until the realisation dawns on him. With a slight cough, he quickly averts his eyes, turning away to give me the privacy I need to pull the shirt over my head. As I slide the shirt on, I'm struck by how it drapes loosely over my frame, reaching down to mid-thigh and resembling more of a short dress than a typical t-shirt. The fabric is soft against my skin, imbued with Alec's scent, a comforting reminder of his presence.

When Alec finally turns back around, his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of me in his shirt, his gaze lingering on the way it hugs my curves and falls to the length of my thighs. A faint blush creeps into his cheeks once again, but this time, there's a hint of something else in his expression—a mixture of admiration and something deeper, more intimate.

"You, uh, look good in that," he stammers out, his voice slightly hoarse, his eyes flickering uncertainly as they meet mine.

I can't help but smile at his awkward attempt at a compliment, feeling a warmth spread through me at the genuine sincerity in his words. "Thanks," I reply softly, feeling a flutter of excitement in the pit of my stomach at the realisation that Alec's gaze lingers on me a moment longer than necessary, his eyes filled with a warmth that sends a shiver down my spine.

As I stand there in Alec's room, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air, I can't shake the feeling of reluctance that settles in the pit of my stomach. Despite the lingering warmth of Alec's gaze and the newfound connection between us, I know that I can't stay here forever.

With a soft sigh, I muster up the courage to break the silence, clearing my throat awkwardly as I glance towards the door. "I should probably get back to my room," I say softly, the words feeling heavy on my tongue.

Alec nods in understanding, his expression unreadable as he steps aside to let me pass. "Yeah, of course," he replies, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

As I make my way towards the door, a pang of regret washes over me, aching in my chest like a physical weight. Part of me had hoped that Alec would stop me from leaving, that he would reach out and pull me back into his embrace, unwilling to let me go.

But as I glance back over my shoulder, Alec's expression remains stoic and unreadable, his gaze fixed resolutely on the floor. With a heavy heart, I push open the door and step out into the hallway, the sound of it closing behind me echoing in the silence.

As I return to my room, the echoes of Alec's presence still lingering in my mind, I quickly slip on a pair of panties before reaching for the black t-shirt he lent me. With a momentary pang of guilt, I peel off the shirt, feeling a sense of loss as I momentarily remove the comforting fabric from my skin.

But the need for cleanliness overrides my reluctance, and I hastily pull on a clean bra before slipping Alec's shirt back over my head, the familiar fabric enveloping me once again in its warmth. Bringing the collar to my nose, I inhale deeply, breathing in the scent of Alec that lingers there, a mixture of soap and sweat and something uniquely him.

Lost in the comforting embrace of Alec's shirt, I'm startled by a sudden knock at my door, the sound jolting me back to reality. Swinging the door open, expecting to see Izzy, my breath catches in my throat as it’s Alec standing there instead. His expression is wrought with anxiety and before I can even utter a word of inquiry, he closes the gap between us in two swift strides, his hands reaching out to cup my face in a surprisingly gentle yet urgent grip.

The world seems to tilt on its axis as Alec's lips crash against mine, stealing the breath from my lungs and sending my heart into a frenzied rhythm. His kiss is passionate and breathless, a whirlwind of emotions and desires unleashed in a single moment of raw vulnerability.

I'm momentarily stunned, my mind struggling to catch up with the sudden turn of events. But as Alec's lips move fervently against mine, a surge of warmth floods through me, melting away any doubts or reservations I may have had.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer, losing myself in the intoxicating sensation of his touch. His hands are rough and calloused against my skin, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips as they trail a fiery path along my jawline and down my neck.

In that moment, there is nothing else but Alec and me, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of passion and longing. The world outside fades away, replaced by the electric intensity of our connection as we become entangled in each other's embrace.

And as Alec finally pulls away, his chest heaving with exertion, I'm left breathless and exhilarated, a million thoughts and emotions swirling through my mind. “Do it again,” I s all I can breathe, Alec’s response immediate and impassioned. With a hunger that matches my own, he presses me against the nearest wall, his lips claiming mine with a fervour that leaves me dizzy with desire. In that moment, it feels as though we're the only two people in the world, lost in the intensity of our connection.

His hand finds its way to my bare thigh beneath his shirt, hitching my leg around his waist, pulling me impossibly closer as if he can't bear to be apart from me even for a moment longer. The sensation of his touch sends a shiver of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both. Every caress, every kiss feels like an affirmation of the bond between us, a silent promise of things to come.

But our stolen moment of passion is abruptly interrupted by the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat. Reluctantly, we break apart, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we turn to find Izzy standing in the doorway of my room, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

"Welllllll" she says, her voice laced with amusement. “Sorry to interrupt this but I need to steal Y/N,” she adds with a wink, "you two can continue this later. Preferably with the bedroom door closed this time.”

I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position, burying my face in Alec’s shirt who's gaze remains unwavering as he meets Izzy's teasing grin with a smirk of his own.

“Later Izzy," he replies smoothly, his tone laced with amusement. “10 more minutes.”

With that Izzy snorts and closes the door on her way out, a fond smile on her face and Alec pulling me into his arms, a hug that has me nuzzling into the crook of his neck not sure what this is between us.

“I never thought I’d be happy about a broken shower.”

“Me neither.”

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

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thehalfbloodedwitch · 2 years

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ɴɪx'ꜱ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ʟɪꜱᴛ!!

The below mentioned prompts were created with the help of some Goggle searches, YouTube videos, song lyrics, etc. Although I have created the prompts, the inspiration for them may have come from Google.

Feel free to send me 1 or many prompts with a character!

If you would like to use any of them, please do reblog this post or credit me!

"There are a million girls/boys you could be with, why did you choose me?" "Because for me, you are worth way more than them"

"If I were ever to be born in a different life, I would want it to be with you"

"Ugh, I put too much lipstick, can you pass me the tissue?" "We won't be needing that, darling"

"Can we dance?" "I am horrible at it" "Come on pretty boy/girl, follow my lead"

"You smell so good, don't need perfume"

"Can we kiss forever?"

"I could be a better boyfriend than him"

"I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life"

"I cannot seem to avert my gaze from pretty things, gorgeous"

"Stop distracting me" "But I'm not doing anything!" "You are literally sitting right in front of me, how can I not get distracted?"

"What do you wanna call me?" "I'll call you mine"

"You look so pretty even when you sleep"

"Everyone needs coffee or tea to start their day, but I need to see you to start mine"

"Do you trust me?" "With my whole life"

"Don't you dare touch her/him, or I'll not hesitate to use my wand/gun at you"

"He's/she's mine, so back off"

"I don't feel good" "Come with me, let's cuddle"

"Do best friends do this?" "I don't think so, but are we friends now?" "No, I don't think so"

"You feel cold?" "I kind of do" "Let me hug you to warm you up"

"I'll be with you from dusk till dawn, I'm right here"

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kasirose · 7 months

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A bunch of gifsets of forehead touches rolled up on my dash the other day so of course my malec addled brain said drop everything else and draw them XD

version without the arms under the cut

#drew both book and show cause they all deserve all the fluff #malec #malec fanart #magnus x alec #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fanart #alec lightwood #magnus bane #alec lightwood bane #magnus lightwood bane #the mortal instruments #harry shum jr #matthew daddario #forehead touch #my art #was supposed to be quick sketch but my inability to draw side profiles quickly said nah we gonna take longer than necessary TT

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loki-nightfire · 5 months

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New art on b🌝🌝sty

sappy and romantic and decent (wow!) + teeny-tiny, but very sweet drabble by Mikkyhunting (ao3)

P.s. planning on not so decent art for Magnus' birthday, be prepared 🦁

Teaser ☝️

#my art #shadowhunters #malec #malec fanart #magnus bane #alec lightwood #art #malec fanfiction #romance #fluff

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itsthemxze · 8 months

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Mood boards created for Call Me Maybe - a Malec fic by the amazing Sparkles436

Created as part of the Shadowhunters Mini Bang @malecdiscordserver

#shmb2023 #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #malec #magnus bane #Alec lightwood #Malec fic #fluff fic #the mortal instruments #the mortal instruments au

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myadmiringmind · 2 years

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An Angels Arms | Jace Herondale

Jace Herondale Masterlist

Summary: You fall asleep after spending an evening surrounded by your family and friends, and you wake up in your husbands arms.

Notes:

Jace and reader are married

They live in the Herondale estate

Magnus and Alec are married

Max Lightwood-Bane is in this (he’s a little over one)

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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Pairing(s); Jace Herondale x wife!reader, Magnus Bane-Lightwood x Alec Lightwood-Bane, Isabelle Lightwood x Simon Lovelace, Luke Graymark x Jocelyn Fairchild

Warnings: Food, some sexual innuendos (kinda)

Characters included/mentioned: Luke Graymark, Jocelyn Fairchild, Mayrse Lightwood, Clary Fairchild, Simon Lovelace, Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, and Max Lightwood-Bane

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The institute shone in holiday lights. It took everyone hours to decorate the inside of the institute. You could still hear Jace grumbling in your ear about how pointless the entire thing was. But you all had persevered. The institute looked so glorious. Many pictures were taken because everyone was very proud of the results.

Magnus summoned most of the decorations, others were made by everyone in attendance (even Jace though he wasn’t given a choice), and some even came from respective childhoods.

The halls were filled with the sound of holiday music as you all decorated. With the occasional argument over decorations, (and the mishap where Max accidentally set multiple trees on fire), you were all putting in work. The institute truly looked like a Christmas card.

Jace, being the angsty adult teenager he is, kept pestering you about when dinner was going to get there.

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Last night was Christmas Eve and though the majority were neither religious or didn’t celebrate Christmas, it was agreed to get together to celebrate the holidays that night.

The institute smelled delightful with multiple pastries and appetizers adoring the tables.

First, you waited for everyone to show up. You and Jace got there early as the Lightwood siblings had agreed to help their mother with preparing the food. You decided to come along with Jace because you thought there was no point waiting three more hours waiting at home when you could show up early and help your mother-in-law. Jace hadn’t been looking forward to helping Mayrse cook and clean, any more than he was excited to see what food Isabelle decided to bring.

When you portalled into the institute you immediately heard chatter in the kitchen.

After setting down your bags of presents by the tree, you followed the noise and sure enough, Isabelle, Alec, Simon, and Maryse were already there. Mayse was standing very intimidatingly in the center of the kitchen giving everyone orders with a wave of the knife she was holding.

“Ah, the perfect picture of Shadowhunter holidays.” Jace said announcing your presence

Mayrses head had snapped towards the two of you and she smiled immediately embracing her adopted son, and you as well (to your surprise).

“Good, you’re here. Jace, go help Alec with the stuffing. Dear, if you could help Simon and Isabelle with the mashed potatoes that would be lovely.”

Simon looked like he was meant for a baking show, with a holiday apron and white chefs hat. He seemed very concerned as he watched his fiance pour things into the bowl. When you came over he smiled, happy to not have to be the one to tell Isabelle that she wasn’t following the recipe correctly and therefore getting snapped at.

And so the next few hours passed with a lot of orders from Maryse and annoyed debate from Isabelle after she considered putting brownie batter in the mashed potatoes.

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Then, Luke and Jocelyn showed up holding ceramic bowls filled with food.

Clary came only a few moments later her red hair disheveled and covered with snow, a bag clearly filled with presents hung at her side.

Last, but certainly not least, coming fashionably late, was Magnus and a well dressed Max.

Unfortunately Robert Lightwood had some things in Alicante that he couldn’t be excused for. So he was unable to join.

They invited Aline and her family but they were spending Christmas with Aline’s girlfriend, Helen, and the rest of the Blackthorn family.

Greetings went by swiftly and then everyone sat down and ate dinner.

Afterwards multiple card and board games were gone through. Jace and Alec had gotten up sometime in the middle wanting to ‘fetch something’ but you translated that to ‘I want to go play swords with my parabatai’. They were only gone for a few moments before Mayrse had dragged them back saying they were going to ruin their nice clothes.

You have to say your favorite part was when Mayrse began retelling past holiday stories about Jace, Alec, Isabelle, and their late brother Max.

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Finally the presents were passed around.

Max got an overwhelming amount of presents by Alec’s standards.

“You guys really didn’t have to get him so many presents. I mean, you should see the amount that is lying under our own tree back home!” Alec stressed.

But Max was happy so he didn’t press much more.

You gave Jace a ceramic duck, he glared at you and shook his head disapprovingly as everyone else laughed in amusement.

“Just be glad I didn’t get a live duck like Magnus suggested.” You whispered

Jace looked a little horrified at the thought and shivered.

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After presents were done, the mindless chatter began.

People would take turns playing with Max, and then Max would be passed around on people's laps once he started to get tired, eventually landing in Alec’s lap while Magnus played with his son's hair affectionately.

You couldn’t remember when you first started getting lulled into sleep. Maybe it was when Magnus sat at the piano, playing multiple tunes that he had heard throughout his life. Probably not when Clary and Simon recited a holiday song they learned in elementary school. If you couldn’t guess they weren’t the best of singers. Perhaps it was when Jace started combing his fingers through your hair, as you laid your head against his chest. The warmth of his body and the rythmic sound of his heartbeat probably helped as well. Yeah, that was probably it.

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The light pours into your room. Not unpleasant but enough to wake you from your peaceful slumber.

You quickly realize that you’re back in the Herondale house. The new familiarity of the room you and Jace (mostly you, since Jace kept insisting he didn’t care how you decorated) decorated. The single bookshelf that isn’t a far distance from your bed holds both of your favorite reads as well as photographs from your wedding, honeymoon, missions, and other memorable moments with your family and friends.

Your eyes first go to a picture with Jace, who wore a wide grin with his nephew, Max on his shoulders wearing one quite similar. You took that photo while at a fair (something Jace had considered ‘childish’ but had a lot of fun at). It was at the end of the night. Max obviously exhausted, but overall ecstatic, it had been his first time at the fair. Jace looked sweaty and worn out but you could tell that he wasn’t tired. He was a shadowhunter after all.

On a shelf down is a picture of you and Jace, simply talking. It was after a rougher mission and you were both bloodied and bruised but the look of pure love the two of you shared had drawn you to frame it.

Looking towards the left, on your windowsill was a picture from your wedding. You in your gold dress, and Jace in his button up black shirt with his black leather jacket. You and Jace were sitting down, tired from socializing and dancing. Your head was on his shoulder and he was peering down at you, a big smile on his face, one that reflected on your own.

You laugh a little bit thinking back to a time where you thought you and Jace would’ve never been. How happy you are that you were wrong.

“What are you laughing at so early in the morning?” A familiar voice rasps, still laced in sleep

You shake your head moving your body so you could face him. “Nothing.” you smile brightly looking at him.

Jace Herondale, your husband, who is more angel than the majority of Shadow Hunters, has killed more demons than anyone his age, and a damn good shadow hunter, is laying in bed next to you, his eyes lined with a reminisce of sleep.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The blonde voices with a tired smirk

You huff out a laugh and comb your fingers lazily through his blonde locks.

Jace makes a grumble of appreciation and his mouth softens to a genuine pleased smile. His head subconsciously leans into your head.

You smile and go down for a kiss, one he returns with great pleasure.

Kissing Jace Herondale is how you would imagine a goodbye-this is the last time I might ever see you again-kiss. Its hard, full of passion, and yearning.

His hand is on the back of your head with a firm-but not too firm-grip keeping you close.

You are the one to pull away first causing a noise of disapproval from your husband.

“Merry Christmas.” You barely manage to say before Jaces lips were back on yours.

With a bit of a struggle you pull back and smiled, “We need to get ready.”

Jace scoffs disapprovingly, “What for?”

“We’re supposed to be meeting up with your family again later.” You answer

“Later. We saw plenty of them last night. I’m sure they won’t mind me spending today with my wife.” He says before pulling you in for another kiss

“You spend every day with me.” You murmur trying to hold onto the thought of Alec, Magnus, and Max who were expecting you later on.

“And everyday I only want you more.” He whispers, his hands roaming your body in pleasure, pulling you closer to him as if you were pulling away.

But you weren’t, you're not sure you could when you wanted him just as much.

You pull back and hold his face in your hands, his lips still only a few inches from yours.

He pouts and glares at you.

You laugh in response.

“We can’t miss breakfast. Magnus will hold it over our heads for the rest of our lives.”

“I don’t give a flying fu-” Jace began only for you to cover his mouth

“Jace!” You laugh a little. Just a little.

The famous Herondale smirk was ever so present when you remove your hand. “Fine. We can do breakfast, lunch, and dinner or whatever but after that you’re mine for the night.”

Your heart skips a beat, “Sounds wonderful.”

He smiles bringing you in this time for a warm embrace.

“I love you.” You murmur into his shoulder

“I love you more.” He murmurs back, a stupid grin on his face.

#jace herondale imagine #jace herondale #jace lightwood #jace herondale x reader #jace herondale fluff #the mortal instruments #jamie campbell bower #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #alec lightwood #magnus bane

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carelessflower · 2 years

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brewing troubles

"I've already told you. I'm here to meet Magnu- Mr. Lightwood-Bane. Please, tell him Alec drops by with his coffee. If he's busy I can come back another time." Alec refrained from not being too irritated with the man in front of him, who had refused to let him see Magnus. Alec appreciated Magnus's employees looking out for their boss, but frankly, this was starting to get ridiculous.

The man- Dustin, Alec recalled, scanned him from head to toe, scrutinizing his ruined sweater and otherwise disheveled appearance. It wasn't like Alec planned to get slashed when trying to chase down a mugger, sometimes stuff escalated outside his control. Still, the way Dustin inspected him, like some dirt stuck onto his boots and refused to give in, irritated Alec.

"Meeting Magnus? You? Please, don't they have any mirror where you come from?" Dustin snickered, his eyes sparked venom. "Geez, I'm impressed by the audacity alone. I've met plenty of social climbers, but none of them looked this boring."

Oh, oh.

With pieces connected, Alec didn't know whether to feel amused, exasperated, or angry. It appeared Magnus forgot to mention how one of his secretaries had the hots for him. Alec didn't blame them, except he did because well, Magnus was his. Plain and simple. Nathaniel and Erik and Laura and Dustin and other million names Alec definitely didn't give a shit about could suck it.

When he had the two cups of coffee settled down on the table, Alec crossed his arms, putting up his best bitch impression.

"I'm not aware the recruitment process has downgraded to this extent. Certainly, Catarina must have made better decisions, don't you agree?"

"You-"

Alec was happy to hear the sound of a door opening, which cut off Dustin's response and revealed Magnus in all his glory. His husband was still as perfect as when Alec kissed him goodbye in their home, a dazzling grin plastered across his beautiful face.

"Alexander! What a lovely sight you make." Magnus crossed the hall to where Alec stood, pecking him on the cheek. Suddenly as if on cue, all thoughts that didn't include Magnus flew out of Alec's head. "I've been waiting for you. What took you so long?" Magnus continued.

Ideas crossing his mind, Alec put his hands around his husband's waist and smirked. "Unfortunately, a lowly social climber isn't allowed here, according to the boss's secretary. Such a shame too, I brought Mr. Lightwood-Bane his favorite caramel macchiato and I had no way to give it to him now." He pouted.

Magnus's eyebrows shot up before eyeing Alec and Dustin, realization slowly dawning on his face.

"Darling, can you go inside and wait for me a few seconds? It seems to me I have some matters to attend to."

Picking up their coffee, Alec led himself to the office but not before kissing Magnus deeply (there might or might not be much more tongue involved than necessary, sue him). Alec was totally not showing off (except he definitely was).

for @malectober day 11 prompt coffee

#malectober #malectober22 #malec #anh writes stuff #malec au #alec lightwood #magnus bane #this is self indulgent fluff only #lolll

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lurafita · 2 months

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Pondering Mini-Malec

AU Malec who met in kindergarten and have been inseparable since. Their relationship is super uncomplicated to boot. No pining, no "He doesn't feel the same way as I do", no misunderstandings that could be easily resolved by just talking to and being honest with each other. Being together and being there for and loving each other is the easiest thing for them. Everything else around them might at times be complicated, but Magnus and Alec never are a problem for each other.

They did long distance during college years, as their different interests were best suited for different universities. They talked on the phone, texted each other, and vistited whenever they could. While it wasn't a great time in their lives, it wasn't a horrible time either. Pretty much every challenge that other couples have to struggle through or are broken apart by, Malec just took in stride and mastered like champs. Their biggest fight was when they were 12. They couldn't decide on the family pet they would later have. Magnus wanted a cat, Alec wanted a dog. The fight lasted 5 minutes, and they compromised to get both.

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters tv #mundane malec #well could be some kind of supernatural au as well #so long as we are talking same lifespan malec I'm game #malec meet as kids and are instantly an item #no drama no angst #just fluff and good feels #and funny things happening

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lazinesswrites · 6 months

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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Hey look, it’s a ‘tober fill for day… 7? Shh, I’m doing them out of order, okay. Have a little Malec-fluff for @malectober day 7: Winter. Read it here, or on Ao3 ❤

There’s a curious tendency Alec has noticed, in the years since he first got access to the Institute’s sensor data and the like. It’s not something really important, or at least he knows the Clave won’t find it particularly important or helpful, so he’s never taken his discovery any further than his own quiet musings. He doesn’t technically have solid proof for his theory either; it still could be just coincidence, although he doubts it, as he has seen the same tendency every fall and winter for years now: Without fail, every time a major snowfall blows in, demon activity drops to almost zero, from a few hours before, to hours and sometimes days after. One time, the whole Institute had managed something like a Mundane Christmas holiday, because the snow had kept demons away for almost two weeks.

Of course, Alec doesn’t know that the demons stay away because of the snow, just that there’s a correlation between demon activity and the presence of snow. His theory is that the demons, made in and for the very warm realms of Hell, avoid the cold as much as they can.

There are exceptions, of course, such as demons being summoned, whether by accident or purpose, and the odd ice-demon from one of the few colder Hell realms finding its way to New York, away from the more… permanently cold areas of the world they normally terrorize. But those are typically minor incidents, leaving the winter months slow, and on days like today—well, for once, Alec has no qualms whatsoever about taking an unscheduled day off to stay right where he is: On the couch with Magnus, in front of the fireplace that may or may not be around in the summer, but is a permanent fixture of their loft in the winter months, in various configurations.

It's that special kind of quiet that only comes with a heavy blanket of snow outside; something jazzy is playing soft and low from Magnus’ gramophone (ostensibly – the gramophone itself may be mostly for show, the music from somewhere else entirely; Alec doesn’t know, nor does he particularly care at the moment), and they’re snuggled together under a soft blanket, Magnus with his back against the armrest, and Alec lying back against his chest. There are two cups of half-drunk cocoa on the end table. Magnus has a book in one hand, the other playing absentmindedly with Alec’s hair. Alec was reading too, but has let the book rest open in his lap, content to just let the day go slowly by, warm from the fire and his husband’s arms around him.

#malectober #Shadowhunters #malec #malec fic #Alec Lightwood #Magnus Bane #prompt: winter #fluff

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magnus-the-maqnificent · 2 years

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“Will you go on a date with me?” He’d asked, his hopeful heart waiting with bated breath as the beautiful man in front of him looked from him, to the flowers in his hand, and then met his eyes. They were a beautiful golden green, slit pupilled like a cat’s, and he was absolutely enamoured with them as he was with every other detail of this man. A part of him shattered, however, when those feline eyes crinkled and he burst into quiet laughter.

“Oh, Alexander,” the man said when his laughter stopped, placing a hand on his cheek. Something about the look in his eyes pulled him back together. His face held joy and sorrow and hope and pain and something else, something deeper, all at once. “Love, we’ve been married for seventy years now.”

#I missed writing these <3 #anyways here’s some fluffy angst #or angsty fluff #idk idk #two para fics #alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec #my fics

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i-have-not-slept · 6 months

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Malectober 2023

Day 13: Grin

@malectober

It's not even October anymore but whatever... I'm still going!

#malectober #malectober23 #malectober 2023 #malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #max lightwood bane #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #cassandra clare #shadowhunters #fluff #malec fanfic

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soulofapatrick · 1 month

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Safe in your Arms - Alec Lightwood x female reader

Summary: You can’t sleep so you slip into bed with Alec

Words: 1.7K

Warnings: none really

Notes: This is written from female pov (my pov) however can be read as gender neutral so will put this story in both male and female reader

Y/N’s POV

The darkness presses in around me, suffocating and heavy. Another sleepless night grips me tightly, refusing to release its hold. With a sigh, I rise from the bed, the covers slipping off my like unwanted shackles.

Padding down the familiar corridors of the Institute, my footsteps echo softly against the stone floors. The hushed whispers of the night greet me, a comforting presence in the solitude. Each door I pass I hesitate, unsure who I’m looking for comfort in.

I barely pause outside Clary’s room as we’ve never seen eye to eye so I continue on, finding myself outside Izzy’s door. The familiar, faint scent of jasmine wafting though the air. She's always been a source of strength and support, but tonight, the idea of seeking refuge in her embrace feels somehow... wrong, too intimate. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something holds me back, a silent voice urging me to continue my search elsewhere.

Jace’s door looms ahead, a silent invitation beckoning me to seek shelter within his presence. For a moment, I hesitate, my hand hovering over the door handle as memories of shared laughter and whispered secrets flood my mind. But then, with a heavy sigh, I pull away, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down upon me like a leaden cloak.

My fingers ghost over Simon's door, the thought of seeking solace in his company tempting yet ultimately unfulfilling. We may share a bond forged in battle, but there's a divide between us that I can't seem to breach. With a sigh, I move on, the ache of loneliness gnawing at my heart with each passing moment.

And then, finally, I find myself standing outside Alec’s room, the door a silent barrier between me and the solace I seek. With a hesitant hand, I push the door open, the soft creak of hinges breaking the silence like a whisper in the night.

Inside, the room is bathed in a gentle glow, the moonlight filtering through the curtains casting shadows across the floor. Alec lies asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. For a moment, I simply stand there, drinking in the sight of him. Gone is the usual tension that seems to etch lines into his features during the waking hours. Instead, his face is softened by slumber, his expression serene and unguarded. The furrow of his brow, which often accompanies his deep concentration or stern demeanour, is smoothed away, replaced by an air of tranquility.

A small smile graces his lips, a sight so rare it’s almost surreal. It’s a stark contrast to the usual scowl that seems to be his default expression during the day. In this moment of vulnerability, his true essence shines through, a gentle warmth that draws me in like a moth to a flame.

I find myself captivated by the peacefulness that radiates from him, the subtle rise and fall of his chest a soothing rhythm that lulls me into a sense of calm. It's as if all the worries and burdens of the world have been momentarily lifted from his shoulders, leaving behind only the purest essence of who he is.

In this moment, Alec is not the fierce warrior or the stoic leader. He is simply Alec, vulnerable and human, a reminder that even the strongest among us need rest and respite from the battles we face.

And as I gaze upon him, a small smile tugs at the corners of my own lips, mirroring the one that graces his face. I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, before I gently lift the duvet and slide into the bed beside Alec. The rustling of the sheets stir him from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open blearily as he tries to make sense of the intrusion.

“Wha—?" His voice is thick with sleep, the words trailing off into a soft murmur as he blinks owlishly at me. Confusion dances in the depths of his eyes, but there's also a hint of warmth, a flicker of recognition that warms my soul.

“What are you doing Birdie?" he mumbles, his words barely audible in the stillness of the room., the nickname he’s given me sending a shiver down my spine. Despite the grogginess that clouds his mind, there's a note of curiosity in his voice, a silent question hanging in the air between us.

"I couldn't sleep," I confess quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper. "And... I needed to be near you.”

Alec’s expression softens at my words, a silent understanding passing between us. Without a word, he shifts around in the bed, making room for me to settle beside him. The duvet envelops us both in its warmth as we find our positions, his body fitting against mine like two puzzle pieces finally coming together.

We settle into our newfound arrangement, a sense of peace washes over me, a warmth that seeps into my bones and drives away the chill of the night. In Alec's arms, I find sanctuary from the storms that rage within me, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside. And as sleep begins to claim me once more, I find solace in the knowledge that, for tonight at least, I am not alone.

As the first rays of dawn filter through the curtains, I gradually awaken from the depths of sleep, the heaviness of slumber clinging to my limbs like a comforting embrace. The warmth of Alec's presence envelops me, his arm draped protectively over my waist, anchoring me to the present moment.

I can feel the weight of his body pressed against mine, a comforting solidity that grounds me in reality. His unruly black hair tickles my cheek, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips pressed against my shoulder where my shirt has slipped slightly.

Alec emits a soft snuffle in his sleep as I gently begin to scratch his scalp, the motion soothing both him and me. His breath is warm against my skin, a gentle rhythm that lulls me back into a state of tranquility.

He shuffles around as he begins to slowly slip from sleep, his brilliant blue eyes fluttering open, revealing a sleep-ridden expression that tugs at my heartstrings. There’s a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability that I've rarely seen in him before. And as his eyes meet mine, a flicker of recognition dances in their depths, as if he's just now realizing that I'm here, lying beside him.

For a moment, we simply stare at each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between us. And then, slowly but surely, a small smile tugs at the corners of Alec's lips, a gesture so tender and genuine that it sends my heart soaring.

Alec brushes the hair out of my face, his touch gentle, his fingers singing against my skin as if committing the moment to memory. I can feel the intensity of his gaze as he studies my face, his eyes searching for something, perhaps an answer to the question that lingers between us.

And then, without warning, he moves forward, his face hovering just inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat as anticipation coils within me, every nerve in my body on edge with anticipation.

And then, finally, his lips crash against mine in a kiss that sends shockwaves coursing through my veins. It’s everything I've ever imagined and more, his lips soft and plump against mine, fitting together with a perfect symmetry that feels like coming home. He rolls us from our sides so he’s leaving over me, his weight above me feeling right, perfect almost, as if we were always meant to be in this position.

His kisses are a revelation, each one tasting of warmth and longing, a tantalising blend of sweetness and desire that leaves me breathless. I can feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, his warmth seeping into my skin and sending shivers racing down my spine.

With every touch, every caress, I lose myself in the sensation of him, the feel of his lips against mine, the brush of his fingers against my skin. He smells of sandalwood and strawberries, a heady combination that fills my senses and leaves me intoxicated with desire.

In this moment, with Alec pressed against me, every nerve in my body tingles with anticipation. It's as if the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us in our own little universe, bound together by the intensity of our connection.

But, just as our passion threatens to consume us, a quiet knock at the bedroom door shatters the fragile bubble we've created. Alec lets out a quiet groan, his head falling to my shoulder in frustration before he clears his throat and calls out, "One second!”

As he climbs out of the bed to open the door slightly, I sit up, the sheets rustling around me, betraying the fact that Alec's not alone. My heart races with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, unsure of what awaits us on the other side of that door.

And then, as Alec peers out into the hallway, his expression unreadable, I catch a glimpse of blond meaning it’s Jace standing in the corridor, his presence casting a shadow over our moment of intimacy. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realise that our time alone together may be coming to an abrupt end.

Alec hisses something to Jace before closing the door and turning back to me, his eyes raking up my body, blue eyes darkening before he’s shaking his head and asking, “Breakfast?”

“Clothes then breakfast?”

“You can wear some of mine, then breakfast.”

“Deal.”

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

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