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kinkymagnus · 4 years

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thoughts on alec? since this is mainly a magnus blog i guess i'm curious.

kfjlkfgjd thanks for resending sorry tumblr’s a bitch ily

eh i feel like generally i talk mostly about magnus bc Every Other Blog (not literally obviously but like, in general) talks about Only Alec just like…..24/7

so while i like him fine, he’s like, mostly Magnus’s Love Interest on my blog lghjflgkhjfgh but honestly just generally while i do like him i honestly don’t find him that….interesting, individually, i guess? i mean he’s not quite boring, but he’s not a character i really relate to

so the reason i don’t really write alec-centric stuff is like. 1. i just don’t find him as interesting (although i’ve had a few ideas, they’ll likely never be published thanks to…) 2. Spite

aka the alec stans suck. the Alec Stans™ to be clear, the ones who suck, not everyone who likes alec. but like, yeah

anyway let’s not just talk salt and me being petty, despite alec being not my fave i can afford to answer one (1) ask without my entire blog crumbling down and revealing i’ve been an alec stan this whole time without me even knowing it

ok so alec headcanons i guess

1. alec was a chatty kid. not what you’d think, right? but then like, he was taking care of izzy, bc she’s his baby sister and Protective, and jace wasn’t really the type to listen to him. like, ever. alec would suddenly realize jace hadn’t been listening the whole time pretty much every time he tried to have a conversation with him or talk about things he was interested in, even when he listened when jace talked about his latest crush or whatever he was interested in. alec started abruptly going quiet before his sentence was finished, and jace didn’t seem to notice or was just like oh good you’re finally done talking, here’s what i was gonna say. eventually alec gives up. he still talks to izzy but she’s so little it’s a lot slower paced and he usually pays more attention to her than what he wants to say bc Baby Sister. by the time izzy’s old enough to like, properly, hold a conversation (she is also pretty chatty) alec’s already gone a lot quieter. by the time we see him, he basically doesn’t initiate conversation on things he’s interested in that aren’t work-related. he does still sometimes talk to izzy, but it’s hard to get the words out and get everything sounding right, so he gets annoyed with himself. it doesn’t come as easy anymore.

and not to show my magnus stan roots but magnus is kind of similar, albeit way less clear cut, he tends to ramble and talk a lot about his special interests only to shut himself up when he realizes he’s definitely boring whoever he’s talking to (he isn’t, necessarily, but after enough times being told to shut up when you get excited you believe everyone wants you to shut up.) and then he was trying to keep up the whole classy unaffected stylish “def not an adorkable disaster bi nerd, i am dangerous deadly unaffected lothario man who has never even heard of star trek or whatever” facade, and rambling about whatever interested him didn’t really fit that. so he retreated more into himself, too. he did have his friends to talk to, but catarina is so busy and he doesn’t want to bother her and raphael doesn’t want to hear his foolish old dad ramble on, does he, and ragnor–he’d always put up with magnus’s babble, and listened, but magnus felt like he was boring him and then ragnor was–well.

anyway so to united these, then, they met each other. and it takes a while, but they get comfortable with each other. magnus goes on a long ramble about a potion he’s been trying to get just right and then cuts himself off, embarrassed, and apologizes for probably boring alec, and alec’s like what? no, that was really interesting, i was listening, can you explain the thing with the mandrake root? and magnus is like…oh.. (also side note: magnus is incredibly cute when rambling about things he’s interested in, he waves his hands a lot and his eyes are all excited and warm and he’s so lively, and clearly passionate, that it’s engaging and pulls you in. like a really good professor. and sometimes he starts talking about something way above most people’s heads without realizing how Smart he is, but if you ask him to clarify he’s like, totally non-condescending and explains it in creative and understandable way????? sorry im in love with adhd magnus thanks to someone anyway)

and then vice versa, alec slowly feels more comfortable talking about things that interest him, like a book he’s been reading and how it’s so fucking stupid the heroine went for the “blonde bad boy” when he’s such a dick to her, or whatever, like it starts as an angry rant about something but before he can cut himself off he realizes magnus is listening. like, actually listening. and like, if it’s appropriate, magnus will ask questions, engage in what alec’s talking about, and alec finds himself getting better at putting to words what he means and magnus is never mean about it, always patient and understanding

2. as a kid alec read romance novels. cheesy shitty fun romance novels. especially the ones that are like, written by women (or better, queer people, but that’s later) and aren’t weird? you know what i mean? and he loved them. romance was something young alec dreamed of a lot, even if he tried to ignore how he preferred tall, dark, and handsome to the main character, or the kind man the heroine fell in love with to the heroine herself. he hid trashy romance novels like most teen boys his age (including jace) hid porn magazines or whatever. he eventually maybe found some queer lit, but he didn’t dare to bring those back to the institute, instead choosing to go to the library the few times he had free time to sneak out (aka when he wasn’t working, sleeping, training, or watching izzy and jaces’ backs when they snuck out to clubs and shit.

also: 3. also i stand by the fact that alec wasn’t in denial about being gay. he wasn’t repressed, he knew exactly what he wanted and who he was, he just didn’t think it was possible for him to be with a man and be happy.

4. alec isn’t a sweet innocent baby boy!!!! he’s seen porn, he knows how sex works, he’s masturbated, and honestly i know the show said otherwise but i find it hard to believe he never once fooled around even a little bit. just a little bit. no actual dating? not hard to believe at all. even being a “virgin” despite how outdated and terrible the concept is, not unbelievable. plenty of “normal” people reach college-age without ever having had sex, let alone shadowhunters raised to be demon-fighting soldiers. but like. look. he has the Energy. alec….Alec Fucks. also just something about the whole like, his siblings are always sneaking off to clubs and he follows them to watch their backs (is this canon or just common fanon? i honestly don’t remember) just screams to me hey, he may or may not have made out with an adventurous seelie or a mundane with eyes. or maybe a blowjob or a handjob, who knows. i’m JUST SAYING. i know this isn’t canon but i don’t care. alec lightwood has seen a dick

5. alec is ridiculously protective of people he loves. especially family (both in the sense of literal family like izzy, and family in the sense of “making your own family” like magnus) like he’d kill for them, he’d die for them, he’d live forever for them,

6. alec can and will become immortal for magnus. and not just literally only for magnus, for himself as well–like he doesn’t have to spend the rest of his life being a tool for the clave, he can work for better relations between downworlders and shadowhunters, and like accords that aren’t shitty, and he can be more than just another soldier or even head of the institute, he can be more and have time to actually spend time on himself, like it doesn’t have to be training-work-protect his siblings-sleep-training, and then one day he gets married and has kids and dies. he can actually experience the world, do things he enjoys, spend time with his husband, and most of all, he can spend the rest of his life with magnus bane, the love of his life, his husband, someone he loves so much. he can make sure magnus’s heart doesn’t get broken again by falling in love only to lose him. they get their happy ending, you know???? we stan

7. alec would be a great dad i dont know what to tell you he just would be

8. one of the first kinks alec realized he really had like. with magnus. was office sex. yes im a slut what about it

this is bc he was minding his own business, doing paperwork at his desk, and magnus maybe sent a flirty text and alec was like mm i want to fuck him right now. and then he was staring at his desk thinking mm i want to bend him over this desk, sweep all this paper off the desk and rip off his clothes, take off his panties last and then lick his pussy until he’s begging for me to fuck him then press his chest down against the desk and fuck him until he screams. maybe i could tie his wrists behind his back with a tie. like i’m his boss? oh my god magnus in a secretary outfit. shit. he gets no work done that day. it’s just a rabbit hole of one thought to another until he’s like. sitting there hard and unable to focus on his work bc the mental image of magnus bent over in a skirt over his desk keeps playing his mind and he doesn’t want to do this paperwork he’d much rather be doing his husband.

9. alec loves making out with magnus on the couch like they’re just chilling and watching a movie and cuddling and alec loves to pull magnus into his arms and just make out. like literally not even “this ends in sex and gets hot and heavy” literally just magnus in his arms. and they kiss a lot. it’s soft and warm and relaxing tbh

10. magnus!!! and alec!!! cuddling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they both love it!!!!!! they’re both lowkey touch-starved!!!!!!

11. alec’s a dom top and that’s that my dudes

#long post #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #malec #trans magnus bane #trans magnus smut #alec tag #:/

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riseagainphoenix · 4 years

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Fic Meme

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Tagged by the amazing @sugarandspace, who’s both a great writer and a lovely welcoming human bean. I haven’t written as many fics this year, but I have joined a new fandom, and meeting folks like her has made it worth coming out of my antisocial cocoon.

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1. Yesterday Will Make You Cry

Mob AU. The Lightwood crime family has beef with Camille Belcourt, which brings Alec to Magnus. This is the closest to a meet-cute criminals with dark pasts are allowed to get.

This fic is technically part 2 of my Malec mob AU world, but it’s a prequel that chronologically takes place before part 1, and it’s the most fun I had writing in the past year. It’s incredibly self-indulgent, contains a bunch of my favourite tropes (shady pasts? Magnus recognizing Camille was abusive but not being able to say it out loud? Jace and Izzy (and Clary) giving good in-law energy? implied violence? what???), and it brought me to meet so many like-minded fans. I’m really happy I wrote this this year.

2. The Long Thrill

Mob AU. Alec is shady as FUCK, but Magnus still loves him.

Technically part 1 of my Malec mob AU world, but takes place after “Yesterday.” I’m very pleased with my decision to put this first, because it gives the reader a full understanding of exactly how heinous the Lightwood crime family actually is. If you only read “Yesterday,” you only see Alec from Magnus’s point of view so you might not think he’s actually that bad. Reading this one first gives you a clear idea of his actual crimes, which is then juxtaposed by how he is with Magnus. Also, this is the fic that started my entry into the Malec fandom! Hello!! I have another fic already in the works for this verse, part 3 of the mob AU, coming hopefully soon.

3. A Secret Told to the Mouth

James has a rich internal life. He just doesn’t think it needs to be voiced out loud all the time.

(non-linear snapshots of how James gets on with the boys over the years, mediated through how he talks, or doesn’t talk, to them.)

SPEAKING OF SELF-INDULGENT, HERE’S THREE THOUSAND WORDS ABOUT HOW MY FAVOURITE CHEF FROM A BRITISH COOKING CHANNEL HAS A LISP AND IS VERY QUIET. I have nothing to say for myself, no excuses, but you know what I’m not even sorry >:(

4. A Peculiar Unfathomable Combination

Steven and Andrew aren't on the same page. And then they are.

This was my entry for Yuletide 2019, which marks my 8th year in a row participating in Yuletide. !!!!! My, how the time flies. I took a break from writing fanfiction to write other things, but Yuletide is the annual tradition that guarantees I always write at least one fic a year. This one was maximum silliness about Steven and Andrew from Worth It----I think I have a “food shows on youtube” problem.

5. Make the Right Mistake (to be posted)

In a world where warlocks who lose their powers have no choice but to become fancy prostitutes, Magnus meets Alec when Izzy hires him to cure her brother of his hopeless virginity.

I’ve spent the past few months writing this and it currently sits at 13,267 words! I plan to start posting once I’m finished writing chapter 4 (fic total will be 5 chapters, last chapter is already fully drafted, I just need to actually write the good draft) so keep an eye out for it. Remember when I said “Yesterday” has a lot of really self-indulgent tropes just for me? Weeeellll, this one blows it out of the water.

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I never know who to tag because I don’t actually use Tumblr a lot so I don’t have many mutuals. I mean, I’ll tag the usual suspects ( @adirotynd , @junkshop-disco ...oh @manzini , you should totally do this!!!) but if you’re seeing this and you’ve written in the last year and you want to do this, I mean it with all sincerity when I say I do want to read your thoughts and watch you go down a lovely memory lane about the things that brought you pleasure to write, I really do, so do it and tag me.

#fic adjacent #memes #writing #malec

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alxndrlightwoods · 5 years

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AU List

I keep... casually mentioning planned/plotted fics on twitter and there are so many that even with... all the ones I’ve mentioned... there are so many more. This is happening in installments because this is already super long and... no.

Hallowed Ground - Vampire AU. Jace and Alec are vampires, Magnus is the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Set a bit pre-canon (not quite sure of the timeline). Features 200 year old Jace and Alec. Also, Soulmate AU. Malec with a brief (and skippable) Jalec scene. Jace and Alec, two unknown vampires, show up in New York. Things go strangely for Magnus, and everyone else, from there. Featuring Confident!Alec, Switch!Malec, and the eventual reveal of world shaking secrets. In advance: Nothing about this fic is going to go how you think it’s going to go. (I came to the realisation a while ago that of our longer AUs, Hallowed Ground Alec is the most well adjusted version we have.) This was inspired by Bound in Blood by @shirasade

fel - Jace figures out Alec is in love with him, intends to desensitise Alec to Jace so Alec will get over him, but instead realises that if he enters into a relationship with Alec, he will... never have to share Alec with anyone and since he’s like 16 and Fucked Up™ and just... like that in canon, he decides that he’s gonna do that instead. Eros is forbidden (although there is no corrupting the bond like in book canon) so they have to keep their relationship a secret, which wears on them greatly. They keep stealing time together until meeting Magnus when they’re 20/21, at which point Alec trades sex with Magnus in exchange for a safe place for them to be together, and eventually Alec enters into a polyamorous relationship with Magnus, with Jace as his primary and with no romantic feelings between Magnus and Jace. Leads up into s1 plotline. Jalec and Malace.

Soul on a Wire - Arranged/Forced Marriage, Arranged/Forced Soul Bond 2x18 AU. Alec makes a deal with the Seelie Queen/the Downworld council for their aid in exchange for [magically] marrying a person of their choice to insure his promise to not keep a secret like he did with the Soul Sword ever again, after Magnus places himself and his warlocks under the Seelie Queen’s protection. (A decision he regrets basically immediately.) (No one expected him to take the deal. Magnus forgot what Alec was like when the lives of his loved ones were on the line, and that’s his mistake.) An exploration of Magnus... realising how badly he fucked up by breaking up with Alec that has immediate and long-reaching consequences that none of them expected and none of them are ok with. Eventual happy ending, although they go through a lot to get there. Contains Jalec using sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism (with Clary’s blessing), Alec/OCs, and (endgame) Malec. This fic is very, very dark. They get an eventual happy ending, but it’s dark as fuck for a long time before that.

Jalec Roleplay AU - I somehow managed to forget/lose the actual plotting I did of the second installment of this, but basically, Jalec are in an established relationship and keep role playing D/s power imbalance scenarios. The two planned ones are:

Alec is a prisoner who tries to trade his body to Jace for protection, and

Jace is a sleeper agent/traitor who got caught. He had previously been in a relationship with/seduced Alec and Alec is guarding him and Jace manipulates him into having sex. Both of these take place in canon timeline and are completely consensual.

Leo Rising - Jace Herondale AU. Inspired by A Political Alliance by @shirasade. (Again.) Jace is a disaster bisexual who steals the assignment of looking over the New York Institute from Lydia in an attempt to run away from his Grandmother’s matchmaking attempts, gets to the Institute, meets Alec, and immediately (internally, of course) goes “I am going to marry that boy.” It’s. Look. D/s and angst is our brand, as I mentioned on twitter earlier — it’s a lot darker than the fic that inspired it. Alec jumps into bed with Jace while thinking that Jace is here to sign his execution warrant and he... doesn’t think that sleeping will Jace will change anything, he just wants to make one bad decision for himself since everyone else’s decisions landed him in this mess. Fortunately for him, Jace fell head over heels in love with him about 10 minutes after they met and has no intention of letting Alec be executed. He also can’t believe Alec was a virgin. Was, because, you know, he immediately fixed that. (Alec asked. Alec climbed into his lap and went “Fuck me” and it took all of Jace’s willpower to not just fuck him on the floor of the training room.) So when Alec’s parents push for a wedding [to a woman] to save the Lightwood name, Jace jumps all over that. Eventually Malace because Jace is so damn thankful that he’s not the only sane man in existence — (How else do you explain no one going after Alec?) — and Magnus is more than happy to date both of them. Please imagine Alec and his two chaotic bisexual boyfriends, its great. Featuring well adjusted Jace (or at least... more than in canon) because he was raised by his Grandmother and she loves him more than words.

Akmangus - Book!Magnus shows up in show!Verse after an AU version of their canonical book breakup. (Alec ends up being killed by Camille, who had planned to break Malec up, turn Alec, and with Alec’s help continue to torment Magnus forever—) He’s really fucked up. Show!Alec takes one look at him and goes “Mine now.” Both Magnus’s are fine with this, especially after Mags (book!Magnus) corrects a few... misconceptions... Magnus has about Alec. The plot is basically Alec going: I'm dating Magnus. There’s just two of him now. There’s like no point to this other than to do something nice for book!Magnus and give Alec two versions of his boyfriend. Also a convo that happens — Mags: I met you when you were 17 Alec: imagining being 17 and meeting Magnus Alec: Oh my god Mags: Yeah it was sinfully easy to convince you to crawl into my lap Magnus: I'm. So jealous right now

Fetch - a 2x18-20 AU, where Alec doesn’t approach Magnus in 2x20 and Magnus doesn’t take the first step, and Alec ends up doing parkour in a Downworlder parkour course in the Unseelie realm, until Arawn, who saw Alec and went “Hmmm pretty” offers him full protection in his realm if will use sex with him instead of parkour as his coping mechanism for dealing with his feelings. Also he’s been considering sending a rep to the Downworld Council, isn’t that nice? And so Alec starts taking all his fucked up feelings about Magnus via sex with Arawn, because Alec will never be over Magnus, and Magnus doesn’t want him, he loved Alec but it wasn’t enough— And then the Council finds out about Alec’s arrangement with Arawn and comes to the conclusion that Alec is paying for the Unseelie King’s involvement with sex and it all devolves, badly, from there. Heavily features a new exploration of dominion magic, Alec letting Arawn give him bad [sub]drops in an attempt to feel things, and Magnus and Alec slowly repairing their relationship and getting back together. To note, this fic is super fucked up. In a fun way, but super fucked up.

#jalec #malec #malace #shadowhunters #projects #hallowed ground #fel #leo rising #fetch #akmagnus #soul on a wire #soaw

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tobythewise · 5 years

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Good lord, I just remembered! Aaaaah! ☺️ I would love to leave a prompt, I was thinking Malec (I mean, how in the heck did I only just now notice them being so cute and asdfghjkl?!), but if that doesen‘t spark with you, that‘s fine, too. 34. Dance AU (love their dancing!) 63. est. relationship (maybe 44. Proposal) Hahaha, 8. would actually fit - only in a completely different, non smutty way! 😁 („8. Relax. I‘ll teach you the ropes.“) 112. I really don‘t know why I‘m crying.“ And 119 ☺️ 💖💖💖

Here you go, my friend

Alec leans against the wall in the cafeteria, watching as the students mingle around tables, sip punch awkwardly, and dance. It’s prom. And being the responsible teacher that he is, Alec volunteered to chaperon. It had absolutely nothing to do with the drama teacher begging him to help. Nope.

Alec smiles as Magnus spots him from across the cafeteria and instantly changing directions and walking towards Alec. Okay. Maybe it had a little bit to do with Magnus. And how could blame him? The man looks stunning in his black dress pants and red coat. He outshines everyone else in the room and the smile he sends Alec’s way? It literally takes his breath away.

“Why hello there, Mr. Lightwood,” Magnus greets as he leans against the wall next to Alec, their shoulders bumping against each other.

“You’re looking stunning tonight, Mr. Bane.”

“Thank you, Darling. I needed to look good for my date night.”

Alec’s cheeks slowly warm as he smiles at Magnus. Because yeah, Alec would be Magnus’ date and that makes him the luckiest guy here and that’s saying something when he’s in a room filled with horny teenagers who are banking on losing their virginity tonight.

Magnus sighs, his head falling against Alec’s shoulder. “Remember that time you made a fool of yourself and finally asked me out on a date?”

Alec groans, shoving Magnus away. “Yeah.” Alec had asked Magnus out during the homecoming game, not knowing there was a mic nearby that was being broadcast over the football field for everyone to hear. The cheers that came afterwards on the hand was very hard not to notice. Alec had spent that entire year with gloating seniors and how they’re winning was responsible for his happy relationship. Dorks. “I remember you saying yes and that’s all that matters. Apparently you liked this fool.”

Magnus smiles, his eyes crinkling at the side. “Oh, I love this fool.” Magnus takes his hand, kissing Alec’s knuckles before saying, “we should dance.”

“Nope.”

“Alec,” Magnus whines. Just then, the music changes to something slower. “Come on, Darling.”

“Please don’t make me, Magnus. You know I’m bad at dancing.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll teach you the ropes.”

Alec allows himself to be dragged out to the dance floor, the students all chuckling and smiling at them as they go. It makes him roll his eyes at them. Why’d he become a teacher again?”

Magnus takes on of his hands in his own, the other going around Alec’s waist. Alec’s other hand lands on Magnus’ shoulder as they slowly sway to the music. Magnus steps even closer, moving his hands until they’re on Alec’s chest and Alec does what feels natural, wrapping his arms around Magnus’ back. If any of the students were dancing this close Alec would be asking them where the Holy Spirit lived but they’re the teachers so they can get away with it. For now.

“Alexander,” Magnus murmurs, his voice sounding choked up. When Alec looks down, he finds Magnus’ eyes glassy.

“Hey,” he whispers. “What’s going on inside that head of yours, beautiful?”

Magnus lets out a choked sound. “I really don’t know why I’m crying.” He sniffles before leaning back and looking up inside Alec’s eyes. Alec brings one of his hands up to Magnus’ cheek, cupping it gently before wiping his tears away, fixing his eyeliner as best as he can. “I just love you. So much, Alexander.”

“I love you too, Magnus. You’re my entire life.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’ve never felt this way before and it scares me.”

“What are you scared of?”

Magnus smiles gently. “I once told you that the key to never being afraid is having nothing to lose.” Magnus shakes his head. “Well, now I have everything to lose.”

“What do you mean?”

Magnus takes a step back before falling down to his knee. Alec looks around, noticing how the music much lower now, the students all making a circle around them, giant smiles on their faces as they watch. Alec looks back down and his breath catches before there’s a small velvet box in Magnus’ hand.

Alec holds his hands over his mouth as Magnus opens the box. “Alexander Gideon Lightwood, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You make my life so much brighter.”

“I didn’t think your life could get much brighter,” he snarks back, smiling so wide his cheeks are beginning to grow sore.

“Hush, Alec. I’m having a moment right now.” Alec mimes zipping his lips shut and a few of his students snort. “Now where was it? Oh yes.” Magnus takes his hand, looking up at him. “I love you. Will you marry me?”

Alec nods his head. “Yeah. I’ll marry you.” Magnus slips the ring over his finger before standing up. Alec wraps him in a tight hug, his chest filled to the brim with love for this silly drama teacher. “I should have guessed your proposal would be so dramatic.”

“I couldn’t let you be the theatrical one in this relationship. I have a reputation to uphold.”

Around them, their students clap and cheer and Alec suddenly cringes, knowing they’re never gonna let him live this down. With a sigh, Alec reminds himself that these seniors will be off to college in less than a year. Yeah, Magnus is definitely the dramatic one.

#malec #malec fanfic #tobywrites #fluffl #1k celebration #teachers au #proposal

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ao3feed-malec · 4 years

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(Death)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vjjGbM

by DianaCloudburst

Shadowhunters Tarot Challenge - Week 2 13 - Death

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This fic is a continuation of (The Magician). Alec and Magnus have settled into a comfortable routine in their life on Saint Thomas. Then, Alec stumbles upon a new lead in the search to help Magnus regain his magic. Afraid of losing the delicate peace he's found on the island, Magnus makes a monumental confession about his hopes for the future.

Words: 4754, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Like a Land of Dreams

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare, The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Additional Tags: Deruned Alec Lightwood, Mortal Magnus Bane, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Beach, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Romantic Tension, Tarot Challenge, Tumblr Prompt, Prompt Fill, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Virgin Alec Lightwood, First Time, Top Alec Lightwood, Bottom Magnus Bane, Power Bottom Magnus Bane

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2vjjGbM

#malec #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #shadowhunters

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ao3feed-jalec · 4 years

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Daydreams

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PyPxvZ

by Polarnacht

This is a story of growing up but staying young, of losing yourself and finding each other, of friendship and love and the pain that comes with it.

After fleeing from his alcohol addicted-father, Jace ends up in the streets of London, living the hard life of a homeless kid. Still, he fights for his dreams and does everything to achieve them. Will he be able to meet his fate and become one of the greatest fighters in the Shadow World? Meanwhile, Alec has to learn some hard truths about his idolized father. Born and raised to honor the Lightwood name, what will he do when he has do decide between love and family duty? After a long and exhausting fight for Downworlder rights Magnus is tired of loving and caring, building up walls around him, which keep all feelings at bay. Will he be able to trust others again to tear down these walls?

The dubious consent tag and the implied rape/non-con tag do not refer to any interactions between Jace/Magnus or Jace/Alec. All sexual interactions between the main characters are completely sound and consensual.

Words: 1711, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jace Wayland, Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Original Characters, Robert Lightwood

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Jace Wayland, Alec Lightwood/Jace Wayland, Magnus Bane & Jace Wayland, Alec Lightwood & Jace Wayland, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood/Jace Wayland

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Friendship/Love, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Prostitution, Alcohol, Drugs, Loss of Virginity, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Dubious Consent, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Burn

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PyPxvZ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jalec #shadowhunters

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unresolvednothing · 5 years

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My Malec Fanfic Favs

Nostalgic reading list :) If it’s on this list I’ve read it more than once 💖😂👌💋

All of these are complete fics, but if they’re part of a series, the series may not have been marked complete.

A Fighting Chance by heartsdesire456 - WC:66289 - Dancer/Fighter AU

When Magnus Bane bought the space for his dance studio, Pandemonium, he had no idea that the wall between it and the MMA Training Gym next door was so thin. Neither did he realize that a dispute over the loud music would lead to him becoming involved in the world of MMA and, more importantly, guide him to the man who would end up changing his life.

Anything You Say by milominderbinder - WC:117,046 - Cop AU

Detective Alec Lightwood likes his job. He likes the order of it, likes helping people, likes that he gets to work with Jace and that Izzy is always right downstairs in the morgue too. He's wanted to be a cop ever since he was a kid, just like his parents before him, and now he's living that dream. His life should be perfect.

There's just one problem. Their precinct has just gotten a new forensic expert -- Magnus Bane.

And honestly, he's so cute that Alec's kind of losing his mind.

Setting Fire to Stone - KouriArashi - WC:43779 - Lawyer AU

There hasn't been an omega in the Lightwood family for generations, and Alec is intent on making sure that nobody finds out that he's the first. Then he meets Magnus Bane, who turns his world upside down.

One Show Only by KouriArashi - WC: 29,410 - Cop AU

It's hard to stay in the closet when the guy you had a one-night stand with two nights ago turns out to be your new partner ... but Alec will be damned if he isn't going to give it a try.

Hath No Fury by SilverMirror12 - WC:4,837 - Protective Magnus

“Magnus—” Clary looked back up, and immediately wished she hadn’t. The cold, ancient fury that was rapidly settling into his skin made her flinch instinctively. She waited for a lightbulb to break, or the floor to start trembling, but nothing happened. Magnus had a tight rein on his magic, and that frightened Clary more than any outburst. She was abruptly reminded of how warlocks were born.

Good Our Whole Lives by beatperfume - WC:34,833 - Prostitute AU

They say that prostitution is the world’s oldest profession, and it’s just as true for the Downworld as the mundane one.

But this is the first time Magnus has ever heard of a nephilim hustling his crowd.

Per Aspera by beatperfume - WC: 16,366 - Stargate Atlantis

Captain Alec Lightwood goes to Atlantis, fights Wraith, gets soul bonded, gets kidnapped, gets sex pollened, blows stuff up, and falls in love. Mostly in that order.

A Stargate Atlantis AU.

Time and Tide by beatperfume (Pt 2)- WC: 11,900 - Stargate Atlantis

Captain Alec Lightwood is just trying to lose his virginity here. But between a surprise visit from General Lightwood, a newcomer to Atlantis, and family secrets popping up all over the place, he's going to have his hands full.

And not in the fun way.

Sense of Belonging by Ferrero13 - WC: 6,384 - Magical Bond

The things Alec and Magnus use to track each other never cease to amaze. (Although Izzy is constantly disappointed that it's never something scandalous like underwear.)

Time loop by theonetruenorth - WC:7,144 - Repeating Day

Alec is done.

“You win,” he whispers as he sits down, his back against the wall of the crypt. He rubs his fingers together, trying to brush away the ash that covers them. He looks at the podium and the orb resting on it. Alec finds it hard to believe that such small thing can be the cause of such great grief.

“I’ve tried everything.” Alec looks down at his hands and in the past he would have cried, but he is already out of tears. They are all used up by now. “So you win.”

The Angel in Blue by Hobbit69 - WC:36652 - Cop AU

Homicide detective, Alec Lightwood has seen and heard it all in his eight years with the NYPD. but he never expected billionaire playboy, Magnus Bane. Magnus is a suspect in a string of prostitute homicides and Alec must walk a fine line between procedure and the overwhelming desire he feels for his prime suspect.

Family Is Family by hexicity - WC:5381 - Found Family

The ad is messily stapled against the public announcement board in the quad.

It looks like someone wrote it with their non-dominant hand in the first pen they found. Its sloppy red ink reads in giant letters: “FOUR BEDROOMS. ONE BATH. PASSABLE KITCHEN. WILLING TO DELAY PAYMENT ON RENT. PLEASE DON’T TRY TO LIVE WITH US IF YOU’RE WEIRD, WE ALREADY HAVE SIMON.”

(or, Alec lives with three strangers and starts to like them more than his actual family)

Strange Love by arandomfan91 - WC: 46,632 - Pretend Boyfriends

Alec is in love with Magnus. Magnus needs Alec to be his fake boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

So Bright by lemonoclefox - WC: 17,504 - Pretend Boyfriends

Alec has come out, but that doesn't stop his parents from their continuous attempts to set him up with a nice shadowhunter girl. So, what better way to finally get them off his back, than to say he has a boyfriend? Problem solved. Except they now apparently want to meet this guy, who doesn't exist. Thankfully, Magnus Bane -- who encouraged Alec to come out in the first place, and whose silent crush on Alec is just as bad as Alec's crush on him -- is more than happy to help. Even if the night doesn't end up going entirely as planned.

Force of Nature by Lemur710 - WC: 5,844 - Exploration of their dynamic

Oh, you silly man, he heard Ragnor’s words in his memory. Only you could make the immensity of your power into a weakness. You imagine no one could truly love you, simply because no one yet has figured out how.

all the things I'd say but couldn't by kaythenorthface - WC:10,525 - Alt Cannon AU

Alec pushed Magnus away and they never had a relationship but continued to work together. This is a future fic where an older Alec and Magnus have to work together and some revealing information about Alec is revealed.

Forward by ithilien22 - WC:4101 - Future Possiblity

The night before Alec’s wedding to Lydia, he’s offered a glimpse of his future.

Heart and soul by hufflebee - WC: 1106 - Soulmates

“The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.”

The Lonely Hearts Hotline by Fatale (femme) - WC: 40,604 - Boss/Intern

Alec is a bored phone sex operator. Bafflingly, Magnus just wants to talk about music.

#Malec fanfic rec #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #pairing specific #ao3 fanfic #fanfic recs

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alichter · 5 years

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alec can be ur angel or ur devil. get you a man who can do both.

call him alexander only if you unlocked achievement of being the love of his life.

call him alexander gideon lightwood only if you’re a very pissed off maryse lightwood or you just want to be fired. like figuratively and literally , he calls the shots ( because of specializing in archery and approving missions , too ).

nothing but respect for MY future head of the new york institute

hates everything and everyone by default

i mean , he’s carrying the whole shadowhunter squad on his back all throughout this series whenever they do a stupid without his Approval

he’s also babysitting jace all goddamn time

so he’s valid to be stressed , bitter , sarcastic and sassy like big mood

someone: “ maybe you should wear less black. ”

alec , probably: “ maybe you should breathe less air. ”

distinguished and functional member of the ever so elite lightwood family within the shadowhunter society

but has One (1) braincell when it comes to emotional vulnerability and when with magnus bane

“ PRETTY BOY , GET YOUR TEAM READY ! ”

actually eloquently stutters whenever left alone with a cute boy , loses his breath every time said cute boy walks in the room , checks his heartbeat to see if it’s faster whenever the cute boy is near him , skin tingling whenever he feels cute boy’s breath --- honestly , he’s just DISASTER GAY !!!

magnus certified that alec does , in fact , possess Virgin Shadowhunter Energy™

sips alcoholic drink , scrunches nose , tastes again , “ this is ... uh... good ”. so don’t pull him over for fancy cocktails he just cannot compute.

chooses his battles very well , but will likely pick all of them out of spite.

he’s beauty , he’s grace , he’s tired of shit done by jace , sometimes can he just punch anyone in the face ????

but he is a soft boy with a very big heart and lots of uwus for family , friends and loved ones !!! HE CARES A LOT MORE THAN WHAT HE SHOWS , HE OCCASIONALLY GIVES A SHIT !!!!

so please don’t be quick to judge and attack him because he already have inferiority complex from expectations and pressure of heteronormative society for him to never make a mistake in his life. he’s just tired.

#isola follow #phew that was long im sorry #BORN INSIDE MY DREAMS / headcanon.

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ketzwrites · 5 years

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Rewatch 106: Of Men and Angels

Not a lot of action in this episode aside from the blue flashbacks, but it is still a good one. The focus is on the family dynamics and I dig it.

Teaser

lol Magnus asks what happened to Luke and neither Simon nor Clary gives him the right answer. Luke challenged the alpha. He wasn’t “attacked” and we can see that he needs a warlock’s healing magic. Good thing Magnus arrives at the right conclusion on his own.

I don’t understand if Luke’s hallucination is a figment of his imagination or if it is a magical link to Jocelyn. All I got was that they are dressed as their younger Circle Member selves.

Act One

Sure, the Seelies want to be on the winning side, but this argument doesn’t work when the “winning side” wants them all dead. Also, Maryse was such a bitch.

Clary feeling guilty for doubting Luke is a great moment. So is Magnus hijacking Luke’s healing process to ask for Alec to come and see him. Smooth.

Alec thinks Maryse is on edge, Izzy thinks she’s acting as she usually does. We know Maryse is worried because the Lightwoods might lose the Institute. Supposedly, Alec is right but it’s interesting that Izzy doesn’t perceive a difference in treatment: it speaks a lot to her relationship with Maryse. Same thing with how Robert is affectionate with Izzy but goes straight to business with Alec. These parents clearly have favorites.

This suit and shirt make Max look like the rich kid that thinks he’s better than the other kids at the playground. I know kid-actors aren’t usually great, but this is the wrong fit for Max even physically speaking. Emeraude and Matthew look like siblings and they look like they could’ve been Nicola and Paulino’s children. Blonde, round-faced Jack Fulton? Not so much.

Jace changing “virgin” to “powerful” is hilarious to me.

The issue between Alec and Jace is quite interesting. On one hand, Jace is arguably breaking the rules to do the right thing: he’s helping Clary to get her mother back, he’s interfering in Downworlder business to save Luke’s life. However, Jace has and is able to get away with rogue behavior: in a few episodes we will see Maryse saying that Jace’s methods might be unconventional, but he gets things done. Alec is in a different position. He doesn’t get a pass; in fact, his superiors (who are also his parents) expect and order him to follow the rules. And it is only because Alec follows the rules and bears that responsibility that Jace (and Izzy) get to be the wild younger children. Jace deciding to go rogue is one thing, Alec deciding to go rogue is another.

I really like the uncle/niece dynamic between Magnus and Clary. He praises her a little too much, as previously discussed, but I guess Clary is one of the few people Magnus watched grow up. I’ll resign myself to him doting on her a little.

This macho-dispute between Jace and Simon is making me roll my eyes. You both fancy Clary, get over it. Luke is literally dying, so if you care about her, hurry up and help save Clary’s father-figure.

Simon pseudo-defends Alec while arguing with Jace and that makes me wonder how a friendship between Simon and Alec could’ve been had they bonded even a little in the last episode. That said, Jace freaks out again when Simons rubs salt on the wound: Jace and Alec’s friendship is strained and Jace loses it.

Act Two

I still love this scene between Alec and Maryse so much.

Honestly, the whole dynamic between Magnus and Clary is great. But the still “Bring it, Warlock” ruins it. Clary is about to learn how her beloved mother was a founding member of a blood supremacy group that preyed on warlocks like Magnus. Had Clary realize how racist she sounded and apologized by the end of the explanation, it would’ve been one thing. As is, the line is as tone-deaf as they come.

Kat looks nothing like the actress playing young Jocelyn. That’s a casting mistake because people literally take Clary for Jocelyn when they first see her. They should’ve chosen an actress that resembled Kat or let Kat herself play the part.

And now we get a parallel scene with Izzy and Robert. I dig the Lightwood family so freaking much.

The Clave is doubting the Lightwood command of the New York Institute because of the unauthorized missions Alec sanctioned. Which started after the Clave’s orders to keep Clary in the Institute back in 102. Let’s count those rogue missions, shall we? 1. searching for Dot at Pandemonium; 2. going to the City of Bones; 3. attacking the DuMort; 4. (arguably) meeting with Magnus Bane; 5. searching for J.C.’s box at the Fray’s loft. That’s about five missions (the Magnus Bane one might have been authorized since Hodge knew about it) that Alec sanctioned without the Clave’s approval in the span of about four days. No wonder the Lightwoods are losing the command of the Institute.

Act Three

Okay, Magnus. Sure, if it wasn’t for Jocelyn and Luke, Valentine would’ve taken the Mortal Cup. But if it wasn’t for them, the Circle wouldn’t exist either. One thing doesn’t cancel the other. They have Downworlder blood in their hands and Clary is right to be upset.

Alec’s motivation to go and help Magnus is reaching his breaking point. He’s about to lose the last thing he had, his private life. At this point, he doesn’t care anymore what the consequences of his disobedience will be. He already lost it all.

OMG JACE AND SIMON STILL HAVEN’T GOTTEN THE STUFF MAGNUS NEEDS. IT’S BEEN HALF AN EPISODE. THIS IS PISSING ME OFF.

Act Four

Sorry for the outburst. Anyway, how convenient are Simon’s hallucinations? Always when he’s alone.

Gay Love saved Luke.

It’s interesting how medieval the Shadowhunter culture is. More interesting still is how Izzy didn’t seem to understand that until now. She behaved like the wild child her whole life without realizing there would be consequences? Unfair consequences, but still. I guess Izzy is smart, but not wise.

Some Alec and Clary bonding. Noice. Another superficial making up for the Parabatais. Not so noice. I wonder why Alec doesn’t tell Jace about his impending marriage. Still, Jace is so emotionally dysfunctional he can’t even bring himself to articulate an apology to Simon for putting a blade to his neck, so the young men in this show aren’t exactly great communicators among themselves.

Maryse is so close to telling Izzy about her past in the Circle. Well, of course, she won’t, but she does tell Izzy about how she was wrong for thinking that she could “change the world by breaking the rules.” Only, Maryse’s rule-breaking meant killing innocents. Izzy’s rule-breaking means self-expression and sexual autonomy. There is an important distinction to be made there.

Wait. Is Luke implying that experimenting with Downworlder blood is what turned Valentine into a monster?

Act Five

Oh, yes. It’s the blood injections that made Valentine mad. Not his ideologies, not his jealousy, not his twisted principles. The Downworlder blood. This is bullshit.

I want to point out that Luke (and presumably Jocelyn) were still going on rogue missions to kill Downworlders with Valentine up until when Valentine set Luke up and left him to die. It’s important to me to point this out.

Act Six

While Izzy represses herself into the box her mother wants her in, Alec has that drink he postponed with Magnus. I dig this parallel a lot.

At the risk of losing my Malec card: Magnus’ iconic “you’ve unlocked something in me” line comes out of nowhere. He saw Alec twice: one time for a second or two, and another when they exchanged a few sentences and then Magnus proceeded to hit on Alec hard to little-to-none reaction from Alec. Then they talked on the phone. At this point, Magnus could, at most, feel attracted to Alec. Saying that Alec’s mere presence made Magnus think he’s ready for a serious relationship again is a little hard to believe. I prefer the “breakfast” 218 scene where both Alec and Magnus trust each other against their “better” judgment but also don’t want anyone to know they were nice to a shadowhunter/downworlder. There, I said it. Please don’t kick me out of the fandom. I still love them.

Luke is a little bit exalted, isn’t he? Kind of yelling. That’s a weird direction for the character.

Clary’s power of turning things into drawings was inherited from Jocelyn; they are not due to her pure angel blood. I need to remember that.

#ketz rewatches shadowhunters #sh 106 #sh meta

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bamf-alec · 3 years

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All Things By A Law Divine

Chapters 6-10

Artist: Lady Koalart (who did an absolutely incredible job)

Beta: @jeanboulet

Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, various background pairings

Summary: Magnus had waited a long time for his soulmate to be born. Fate must have had a sick sense of humour, though, because after all these centuries, it had handed him a Shadowhunter. Magnus didn’t know who this Shadowhunter was, or how they could possibly be meant for each other, but he did know that this story wouldn't have a happy ending.

Alec also knew all about fate's sense of humour. He had known this his whole life. But the ground was coming up from under him and everything he knew was being turned on its head, systematically picked up and pulled apart and handed back to him looking nothing like it did before. Valentine was alive. His own parents had been members of the Circle. The Lightwoods’ grip on the Institute was slipping. And, through all this, his siblings had found their soulmates.

Alec had found Magnus. But that didn’t mean anything, did it?

Link to AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33515842/chapters/83272549

** I would really prefer you read it on AO3! **

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Mini Bang 2021: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

Chapter 6

Magnus had considered calling Alec. He’d even gone to the trouble of getting his number off Isabelle, which was really not much trouble at all. She was only too happy to provide.

He didn’t call. In the end, he thought it through a hundred times and decided it was probably best if he gave Alec space to deal with… with everything the incident with the memory demon may have brought up.

It turned out not to matter. Alec’s friends were making a habit of showing up on his doorstep, this time with a dying werewolf in tow. Luke was getting blood all over Magnus’s freshly remade loft, but he decided it would probably be rude to comment on it. With how frantically Clary hovered over him, clasping Luke’s hand and shushing him every time he tried to talk, they probably would’ve ignored Magnus, anyway.

“Was he bitten by an alpha?” Magnus asked, dread building inside him as Luke continued to bleed on his new sofa.

It was the boy Magnus didn’t know who answered, nearly as frantic as Clary, glasses all askew. A very stereotypical nerd, if Magnus had ever seen one. “Yeah, why?”

Well, shit, Magnus thought, as Luke thrashed. What have you gotten yourself into this time, my friend?

Luke did not answer. Luke was too busy growling and baring his teeth, his eyes supernatural green. Magnus pushed him carefully back down where he’d risen off the couch, ignoring Clary and her friend’s wide eyes pinned on him. Then, much less carefully, Magnus went off in seek of the ingredients he’d need to fix this mess.

These kids were proving more trouble than they were worth.

Magnus glanced at his wrist. That was not entirely true.

Most of what he needed, Magnus didn’t have. He cursed to himself, dancing his fingers over the shelves in search of something that might at least buy them more time. Finding what he was looking for, he plucked it off the shelf and went over to shove it between Luke’s pointy teeth.

“What’s happening?” Clary asked. She was looking at Luke, concern painted all over her face. Magnus recalled somewhere in the back of his mind that Luke had helped Jocelyn acclimate to mundane life, and had stayed present in it ever since. For someone who’d already lost her mother, it was understandably upsetting to be losing another one of the only constants she’d had since childhood.

“Random werewolf transformation,” Magnus told her. “It’s a side effect of the poison in the alpha bite.”

Clary didn’t look like the knowledge of what was happening had reassured her whatsoever. Magnus made sure Luke wasn’t going to attack them or fall off the couch, and then left the three of them to see what he could dredge up for a more permanent solution.

It wasn’t much. He tossed a few things into his bowl, grabbed a few more off the shelf in his study, and brought them all out into the living room where Clary and her friend were hugging like the world was ending. With Valentine out on the loose again and Luke dying on Magnus’s couch, maybe it was.

“The bark will stop the transformation for now,” he said to announce his presence. They jumped apart. He surveyed his collection of things. Not enough. “But Luke needs an antidote to stop the poison in his system. And I don’t have all the ingredients here.”

As expected, Clary volunteered to go fetch what he needed, but he waved her off. He’d already sensed a breach in his wards just a moment ago, and he’d let the potential intruder pass through. As expected, Jace rounded the corner, marched through the open door, and said, very gallantly, “I’ll go.”

“Jace,” Magnus greeted magnanimously. Unexpectedly, Jace’s face was a mess. Magnus used his finger to push Jace’s chin into the light and examine the damage. He didn’t think he could deal with healing him, too, while Luke was already on the brink of death. It didn’t look too bad, at least. “What happened to you?”

Jace shrugged him off. Reluctantly, he admitted, “Luke’s car may have found its way into a pole while I was stashing it.” Then, to defend himself from Clary and her friend’s disbelieving expressions, he muttered, “I don’t do mundane driving.”

He and Simon had some kind of ego measuring contest, which Magnus ignored in favour of bringing more things out of his study until the table he was putting them on looked sufficiently cluttered. He bit out a list of ingredients, effectively interrupting their display of masculinity. It started up again only seconds later. Clary looked as impressed as Magnus.

Just as they were about to head out the door, Magnus had a thought. A terrible, stupid thought.

He caught the edge of his soulmark, small and dark, words again. He had been trying not to look at it since it’d changed, feeling like he was breaching parts of Alec’s soul that he wasn’t welcome to, but it was very hard not to when it was, you know, tattooed on his arm.

Time, which sees all things, has found you out.

Magnus hesitated only for a second before he called to Jace, “One more thing. I need Alexander.”

Jace’s frown was very intense. “Why do you need Alec?”

It was a good question, one which Magnus had not prepared for in the moment between having the stupid thought and saying it out loud. He floundered, waving his hands about with purpose so as not to seem like he was floundering. “Virgin shadowhunter energy.”

Alec would kill him, if he ever found out. Magnus didn’t know him very well, but he knew that if he were Alec, he would definitely kill him, too.

The mundane said, “That explains so much.”

Magnus winced. If Alec did kill him, he would probably make it very slow and painful.

Magnus had only a moment to regret it while Jace, flummoxed, tripped over whatever he wanted to say in response. He looked pained. Magnus thought maybe it was because he was thinking about his brother’s virginity, but that turned out not to be the case.

“I can’t,” Jace said finally, pursing his lips. It looked like it had taken everything in him to admit it.

So they weren’t on good terms, then. Magnus didn’t want to be so curious, but he was. Had it been this way since the demon summoning? Was it because Jace knew, now, and he didn’t like what he’d found out? Or was it something else that happened in the time between then and now?

Maybe this was common for them. Brothers fought. Jace seemed like a very easy person to want to fight and also like someone who was very willing to be fought.

Clary stepped up, her hand on Jace’s shoulder. “Just ask, please” she said, imploringly. Then, when Jace didn’t look swayed, “You guys need to talk.”

However begrudging, Jace looked like he would. Magnus felt only slightly bad that he didn’t really need Alec at all, and it was easily soothed by the satisfaction that came with upsetting Jace.

Because sometimes Magnus couldn’t help but to be a dick when there was someone who was a bigger dick than him in the room, he asked, “Trouble in paradise?” and pretended to be surprised.

Jace looked like he wanted to strangle something, and he looked around the room like he might find that very something. He didn’t. With a great huff and some snarky comment to the mundane, he grabbed Clary’s friend by the front of his shirt and dragged him out the door with him. When they were gone, Clary sighed.

Magnus watched her carefully while he measured out the few ingredients he already had. She sank onto the couch across from Luke. She rested her elbow on the armrest and rubbed her forehead. There was still blood on her hands from carrying Luke into the loft.

When there was nothing left to measure, Magnus took the seat beside her.

“He’ll be okay,” he told her, resting a hand on her knee. She gave him a weak smile. Both to distract her and because he was horribly curious, he asked, “What’s wrong with Jace and Alec?”

Clary snorted, barely. “Boys don’t know how to talk like grown ups,” she replied. Then, catching Magnus’s frown, she dropped her hand from her forehead and sighed.

“Alec doesn’t like me,” she said more seriously. “I understand why. I’ve barely been here two seconds and I’ve got the whole Shadowworld up in flames. And Jace and Izzy have to keep breaking the rules to help me, and Alec…”

She paused, like she couldn’t work out what she should say, or if she should say it. Finally, she changed tracks, “Basically, Alec was put in charge of watching me. I got tired of him beating me up with a training stick, so I went to do something more useful and got myself and Simon kidnapped by some werewolves.” She waved a hand at Luke. “Downhill from there. I don’t know. By the time they showed up to rescue us, they didn’t seem to like each other very much. Probably Jace is pissed at Alec for losing me and Alec is pissed at Alec for losing me, but Alec is also pissed at everyone, primarily Jace, for breaking Clave rules. Again. Because of me.”

Clary paused.

“Understandable,” she finished, though she didn’t sound very understanding. She seemed a little pissed herself, in fact, but maybe it was just because her only father figure was dying on the couch across from them.

“You don’t like him, either?” Magnus hesitated to ask. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Was it bad etiquette to ask after your soulmate’s flaws from someone who hated them, before you really knew them at all? Probably.

Thankfully, Clary shook her head. She leaned forward to play with her hands, elbows resting on her knees. “I thought he was a dick, at first. He was a dick. Is a dick. But I can also see where he’s coming from, now, and I think he mostly has good intentions.” She paused. She turned her hands over, pushing her fingers through the drying blood. “He really loves his family. We have common ground there, at least.”

Clary blinked. She realized she’d probably said too much, and that Magnus had probably just wanted something short and sweet about why the golden boy had looked constipated at the mention of his parabatai. She had given him way more than that.

Magnus didn’t mind. His fingers fluttered over his wrist, wanting to touch, but they didn’t. He wondered if Alec had figured it out by now. And, if he hadn’t, he wondered when he would. When they weren’t strangers anymore? When Alec looked at Magnus’s wrist and saw a reflection of himself, an arrow or a rune or something Magnus didn’t know yet? When he stopped living in denial about his sexuality and was willing to see it?

Magnus caught himself. He was getting ahead of himself, and that last thought had filled him up with dread. How stupid, he had been, to think that it would be so easy not to care when he finally met his soulmate. To just cut the bond and be done with it.

He was beginning to think he wouldn’t need to. Alec and his siblings were different than most shadowhunters, and especially the ones that had come dreadfully to mind the first time he saw a rune on his wrist. If there was anything about Magnus that would give Alec pause, he didn’t think it would be that he was a warlock.

As though sensing he’d floated off into his thoughts, Luke let out a cry that swiftly pulled Magnus back to earth. They rushed to his side. Luke struggled to speak, but was very pressed to do so, grabbing at Clary. They waited. Magnus hesitated. He glanced at the door. He could cast a spell now to slow down the poison, but he didn’t know how long the others would be, and if his magic would last long enough, or if there would be enough left once they got here to finish the job.

He didn’t have a choice. Magnus summoned his magic and pressed it into Luke’s chest, then spread it through the rest of his body.

Luke continued to struggle, and the boys continued to be nowhere in sight. They were running out of time. The spell wore off, and Luke got worse, and Magnus found himself beside him, pouring everything he had into keeping him alive.

Hurry up, he willed Jace and Simon. He wondered if they were taking so long because Alec didn’t want to come. If that was the case, and if Luke died while they waited, Magnus would probably never sleep again.

Maybe the universe heard him. As soon as he’d thought it, someone was holding his shoulder, keeping him upright. Magnus didn’t have to look to know that it was Alec. He could feel it, now, with his magic all around them, wandering because he didn’t have enough energy to keep it focused on Luke. He felt it, this little piece of Alec that was familiar only because it felt like something of Magnus’s.

Alec was looking at him wide-eyed, his hand hovering on his shoulder, not sure what to do next.

Magnus said, “Help me.” He pulled a hand away from Luke to extend it to Alec, who took it before Magnus had even said what it was for. “I need your strength.”

He got it. He could feel it. Angelic power, energy that didn’t belong to him but felt like it could. It flowed through him where his magic usually did, unfamiliar and a little bit thrilling. If he thought about it, he could feel Alec’s pulse in it. He could feel Alec’s feelings, blurry as they were.

As soon as he felt them, he closed the door on them. That was the bond, ready and waiting to click into place. How close he had been to letting it.

Magnus didn’t register the others racing into the loft. He didn’t register them frantically throwing the rest of the potion together. He didn’t register much of anything, until all of a sudden the poison was gone and his magic paused, hovering in the air now that it had nothing to do.

And then Magnus promptly collapsed into Alec’s arms.

Chapter 7

Alec scrubbed vigorously at Magnus’s couch, but Luke’s blood was stubborn. The couch remained red where it should’ve been blue. Alec scrubbed some more.

When he risked looking to see what Magnus was doing, he saw he was mixing a drink. Two drinks, actually. Alec frowned. He stared accusingly at the rag he was using to scrub the couch, because it still wasn’t working. It looked like it was just spreading the red around even more.

“You know I have magic for that, right?” Magnus interjected mildly. He had come over to watch what Alec was doing. Alec wasn’t quite sure what to make of his presence now that there was nothing life-threatening happening.

Alec turned his eyes back to his work. “I think you’ve exerted yourself enough for one day.”

Magnus hummed. Alec thought he might make some kind of dirty joke here, as he had the last time they met, but he didn’t. Instead, Magnus extended one of the drinks he had made towards Alec. “Drink break?”

Alec considered it. It kind of felt like he would be accepting a glass full of poison, or a glass full of other, smaller, sharper bits of glass. It also kind of felt like, if he accepted the drink, then he would have to drink it, and it would be impolite to down it all at once, so he would have to drink it in more than one sip, and that would take a bit of time.

Alec considered the rag. It was white when he started, but now it was red. The stain was not coming out of the couch. He sighed.

Standing from where he’d been kneeling on Magnus’s hardwood floor, Alec took the drink. He eyed it warily. Magnus, smirking a little, snapped his fingers over it. The top layer exploded into a blue cloud, and Alec was even more wary. But, fuck it, he’d made it this far.

“To us,” Magnus said, and clinked his glass with Alec’s. His drink looked much more ordinary. Was he showing off for Alec?

Alec took a sip. It was even more terrible than he’d expected, and he tried to get all of the disgust out onto his face and then off again before Magnus had a chance to notice and be offended. Either he succeeded, or Magnus let him pretend that he had.

Alec hesitated for only a second before he asked the question that had been on his mind since Jace called him, “Why did you ask for me?”

It had been bothering him since Jace had called. Jace had been very mysterious about it, and Alec thought it was probably because it was something embarrassing, but he couldn’t think what that could be. If Magnus had just needed his strength, why had Jace been so weird about it?

“Jace didn’t tell you?” Magnus looked surprised, and then he didn’t. He looked a bit sheepish actually. He waved a hand, stepping away from Alec to look out the window at the city. “Doesn’t matter, it was a lie anyway.”

Alec wanted to be bothered, but instead he was amused. “Are warlocks always this cryptic?”

Magnus laughed. It was a nice sound, breathy and short. “I’m not being cryptic. I’m being coy.”

He turned back to Alec. When Alec only looked at him with raised eyebrows, he sighed and continued, “Let me spell it out for you. I wanted to see you again.”

Alec wasn’t sure what to make of that. He furrowed his brows, regarding Magnus carefully like he could deconstruct him if he only looked hard enough. He couldn’t. Magnus was frustratingly enigmatic. “Why?”

Magnus smiled, small and private, like he knew a secret and was only waiting for Alec to figure it out, too. Before he answered, if he’d even intended to, Alec’s phone went off in his pocket. He pulled it out, inspecting the caller ID.

It was his mother, probably to yell at him about tonight’s events. Or not yell, because Maryse rarely needed to yell, but rather to tell him very sternly and with much disappointment that he’d failed. But Alec didn’t feel much like a failure at the moment, when he had not only helped save Luke and patched things up with both Jace and Clary, but also managed to take another sip of that awful drink, this time without even making a face.

He declined the call. He didn’t think about whatever consequences there would be when he returned to the Institute.

“I thought about calling you,” Magnus confessed, changing the subject. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to hear from me.”

Alec considered. Had he wanted to hear from him? Alec hadn’t put much thought into Magnus other than that Alec found him attractive and that Magnus had probably been flirting with him, and that those two things rarely applied to the same person. And by rarely, Alec meant never.

Usually the people that flirted with Alec were much more drunk and much more female. Sometimes Alec humoured them while he waited for Jace and Izzy to get tired of dancing, and sometimes he didn’t and left Jace and Izzy to dance by themselves in favour of going home.

Alec didn’t bother wondering how Magnus had his number. It was probably Isabelle. When in doubt, it was usually Isabelle.

They’re setting you up, Isabelle had told him, angry on his behalf. Mom and Dad. They think that if you marry someone respectable, it’ll save the family name.

By ‘respectable’, Isabelle didn’t mean ‘from a good shadowhunter family’, though he was certain that his parents did. Isabelle meant ‘a woman’, and she meant it in a way that said that he should be outraged by this, too. He wasn’t. Alec had given up on anger when it came to this many, many years ago.

It would be someone whose soulmate had died. Who had possibly never even met them before they’d lost them. Or, like him, it would be someone who didn’t have a soulmate, but those were outstandingly rare. Alec had never met or heard of another like him, and he knew the percentage began with a zero and continued with zeros well after the decimal place before ending in a one.

Alec had time. It would take them a while to find someone suitable who fit those criteria, and then longer still to find one that wanted to take the Lightwood name in its current state. And even longer still because Alec had heard this from Isabelle and not from his parents, and it wasn’t happening until they told him it was happening.

Bravely, Alec said, “You could call me now.” Then amended, because he thought he might’ve sounded like an idiot, “I mean later. After I leave. If you wanted.”

Magnus smiled at him, a genuine, surprised little smile like Alec had said something very unexpectedly pleasing. He brought his hand up to toy with his earrings, of which there were many. His sleeve slipped down, just a little.

Alec’s eyes landed on something on Magnus’s wrist. Magnus caught him looking and searched his face. Whatever he was looking for, he didn’t find it. He discreetly lowered his hand and pulled his sleeve back down, the edge of the mark vanishing from sight.

Oh, Alec thought. Of course.

“I should go,” he said, setting his still mostly full glass on Magnus’s silver drink cart. He was already shrugging on his jacket. When he chanced a look at Magnus before he officially left, he thought he looked a bit disappointed and a bit sad, too, but then it all twisted into a brilliant smile as Magnus swept an arm towards the door.

“Of course,” he replied graciously. “I’ll call you.”

Alec paused for a second at that, but then shook it off and left.

Chapter 8

Magnus peered over the body. He could already smell the rot taking hold. He tapped his face shield, which did nothing to block the odour. He’d been peering at it for a while, probing with his magic, before Isabelle pushed aside the plastic covering the doorway and stepped into the morgue, her heels clicking across the Institute floor.

She was not the Lightwood he wanted to see, but she was a sight for sore eyes nonetheless.

“Isabelle,” he greeted warmly as she picked up a face shield of her own. She looked more like a caricature of a mortician than a real one, in her heels and her necklace and her tight dress under her white lab coat, but Magnus had absolutely zero doubts about her ability to take apart a body.

“Magnus,” she replied with equal warmth. She peered over the body with him. “You found your way in alright?”

Magnus had not found his way in alright. First, he had stood in the hub while everyone in the room very inconspicuously stopped what they were doing to stare at him. Then, not wanting to be stared at, he had taken off in the direction he thought the morgue was in with as much purpose as he had ever had. Then, he had ended up very, very lost because the last time Magnus had been to the morgue in the New York Institute was a very, very long time ago. Then, he’d cursed the Lightwoods for calling him in and then seemingly forgetting he was coming, as no one had been there to greet them. Then, he’d been rescued by Clary, who’d tried not to laugh when she found him inspecting a wall just to look like he intended to be there. He’d told her he was checking the wards, but he didn’t think she believed him. Either way, she’d led him to the morgue.

“Yes,” Magnus said witheringly. “I found my way in alright.”

Isabelle flicked her eyes up at him and then back to the body in the manner of someone who knew what they were doing but was pretending they didn’t. She said, with no particular inflection, “Did you run into my brother, by any chance?”

Magnus had not, despite hoping that he would. And if he had discreetly peered through every doorway on his merry little jaunt around the Institute to see if he might catch a glimpse of the elusive eldest Lightwood, that was nobody’s business but his own.

He flicked his eyes up at Isabelle and then back to the body. “No, I did not. Is he around?”

“He’s around,” Isabelle said. She looked disappointed, but she masked it quickly.

They both peered at the body some more. Grabbing a tool off a nearby tray, Magnus gave it an experimental poke. “I hear there’s a new head of the Institute.”

Isabelle’s lips curled up. “Temporary,” she said, with a lot of emphasis. “Temporary head of the Institute.”

Interest piqued, Magnus leaned back from the body to look at her. “Not a fan?”

“She’s perfectly fine,” Isabelle said in a perfectly fine tone of voice.

“But?” Magnus prompted.

Isabelle sighed, abandoning her inspection of the body. “But, she’s not Alec or my parents.”

“Ah.”

They both just stood there, pretending to examine the body while both knowing they should be examining it for real. Eventually, Isabelle sighed and wheeled the tray of tools closer. While she did her thing, Magnus looked at the door.

Isabelle was cracking open the Forsaken’s chest when she told him, “He’s upset about something.”

It took Magnus a moment to realize she was talking about her brother. He raised an eyebrow. Well, if she was volunteering the information, who was Magnus to deny it? It wasn’t being nosey or prying where he shouldn’t if Isabelle was choosing to share.

“About what?”

Isabelle shrugged. “I don’t know. Lydia Branwell? They went to fetch the body and he came back moody.” She paused, reconsidering. “More moody than usual, anyway.”

Magnus frowned. It wasn’t about him, then, at least. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or disappointed. Part of him had hoped that maybe Alec had started piecing together the soulmark, and part of him had worried that Alec didn’t like the picture it was forming.

Magnus thought back to the last time he’d seen Alec. He wondered if Alec had left because he thought Magnus was his soulmate, or because he thought he wasn’t Magnus’s. Both options were equally discomfiting, but Magnus reminded himself not to put too much thought into it. To care too much. Hadn’t he himself hated the very idea of his soulmate only a month ago?

Magnus had magic to confirm what he’d already suspected. Alec was probably still working things out.

Begrudgingly, Magnus had to admit that fate seemed to know what it was doing, even when Magnus didn’t.

“I could talk to him?” Magnus offered. He could hear how hopeful he sounded, and he winced.

Isabelle looked at him, a sly smirk on her face. She slid her gaze back to the work she was doing. “I think that’s a wonderful idea,” she agreed.

It was only after he had left, a short report on what they knew about the Forsaken so far in hand, that he started to think this had been her plan all along, and she had only tricked him into thinking it was his idea. He shook his head, terribly fond of her already.

Unlike his first traipse through the Institute, this time it was much easier to locate Alec. He was in the training room, out of sight of the main hub, surrounded by old wood and sunlight creeping through stained glass windows and an array of weapons that would’ve been alarming had they been literally anywhere else. He was also shirtless, pounding a punching bag like it had personally offended him. He didn’t notice Magnus until he’d placed his ringed fingers and painted nails gently on the side of bag to stop it from swinging.

“Magnus,” Alec said, more like he was confirming his presence than greeting him.

Magnus smiled. “Alec,” he echoed. He flicked the folder out to Alec. “The preliminary autopsy findings.”

Alec took it. He flipped it open, quickly scanned the page, then tossed it onto a nearby bench. His voice was tight. “Thanks. Should’ve given them to Lydia.”

“And yet I’m giving them to you,” Magnus countered. He watched Alec aggressively tug on a hoodie. “It bothers you that the Clave sent her to take over?”

“No,” Alec replied. He looked even more bothered than he had before, though.

Magnus raised an eyebrow. He’d realized too late that Alec had just been shirtless, and therefore his wrist had been bare, and therefore he may have satisfied this itching curiosity to know what was deeply important to himself. Now, the hoodie covered it. He tried to think back, reconstruct the sight in his mind, but he’d been too focused on his runes and his chest and his broad shoulders to pay enough attention to anything else.

Alec scrubbed a hand over his face. Magnus was just considering trying to weasel more out of him when, unprompted, Alec huffed. “Did you know?” he asked, sounding a bit accusatory but also like he was trying not to. He had pinned Magnus with a very intent look that did not falter. “That my parents were in the circle?”

Magnus met his eyes, and did not falter either. “Did you not?”

He hadn’t meant to rub salt in the wound, but it was clear that he had. Alec’s face tightened and then shuttered, anger and whatever else he was feeling disappearing behind the mask. He pulled off the half gloves he was wearing to protect his knuckles, tossing them onto the bench with the autopsy report.

Magnus tried to reverse the damage. “I’m sorry. That must’ve been a shock. I didn’t mean to… Yes, I knew. Everyone who was around back then knew. None of us can forget the things they did.”

Alec was quiet. He contemplated this, testing out his bruised knuckles with his fingers. He must’ve been at it for a while.

“I’m sorry, too,” Alec said eventually. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“But you did,” Magnus replied. He twisted one of his rings around his finger, blue sapphire reflecting the sunlight. “If it makes you feel any better, your parents don’t seem like bad people, anymore. I think they may have nearly made up for their mistakes. And they managed to raise three very good, surprisingly progressive kids, so their views must have changed since then.”

Something pained passed over Alec’s face, and he looked away.

Magnus regretted digging the hole deeper. “Or maybe not.”

“No,” Alec said. He sighed. He struggled to find what he wanted to say, and then struggled again with whether he should say it. Magnus could see the moment he reconsidered and chose the safest route instead. “You’re right. Thanks for the report. And thanks for coming in to help. I know you didn’t have to.”

Magnus smiled. He meant it when he said, “I wanted to. I’m growing quite fond of you Lightwoods. It must be your jovial nature.” He got a half-smile and an almost laugh from Alec at that before he continued, more seriously. “And if you ever need anything, I will always be willing to help. I mean it.”

Alec nodded, but his brows had furrowed a bit, like he was confused. A second later he’d brushed it off to clap Magnus amiably on the shoulder as he passed him to go do whatever dethroned heads of Institutes did nowadays.

Chapter 9

“He has a soulmark,” Alec confessed quietly into his dark bedroom. So quietly, it was only audible because everything else was silent. He didn’t look at Isabelle, who lay beside him, both of them covered in bruises and smelling of ichor but too tired to do anything about it. He’d flicked the light on, at first, but it had only hurt his eyes after so long hunting demons that preferred to come out under cover of darkness. So now they lay on his bed in the dark, Alec’s jacket still on and Izzy’s thrown over his desk chair, where she’d tossed it when she’d come in to check on him.

She was curled on her side, facing him. She said nothing. Isabelle was very good at waiting him out when he was like this. He loved her so much in these moments that it hurt. Always, she knew when he was silent and gone to the world, and caught in the dark because his thoughts felt too real in the light. And always, she would do nothing but be there, with him, whether he chose to share those thoughts or not. Sometimes they’d wake up in the morning, not sure when they’d fallen asleep, and they would both pretend that Alec was perfectly fine.

Alec ran his eyes back and forth along the crack in the wooden beams that he could only just make out, and then only because he knew it was there.

“So, it doesn’t matter,” he concluded.

She inched her hand across the mattress until it rested on his shoulder. It was small, dainty, elegant, her long nails carefully maintained. It was hard to believe she fought demons with it.

“I hope you find him,” he told her. “I really do, Iz. I don’t ever want this for you.”

She pressed her face into his shoulder now, too, and he knew it was because she didn’t want him to know that she was crying. She swallowed hard, and then again, until her voice was steady enough to say, “This doesn’t have to be it for you, Alec. Please don’t lose hope.”

Hope.

Alec had never had hope to begin with, but he couldn’t tell her that. Not even if she already knew. Shadowhunters had soulmarks from birth. If they’d been born before their soulmate, the angelic power rune filled the space on their wrist while they waited. A promise. Their fated was there, waiting, and the angels would deliver them soon.

Alec knew it was different for the others. Warlocks had nothing, no matter how many centuries they had to wait, until the moment their soulmate took their first breath. Mundanes didn’t have them, didn’t even know they existed, so vampires’ marks only showed after they’d turned, and the same was true of werewolves.

But not Shadowhunters. From the moment they were born, there was a guarantee etched onto their wrist. They were destined for one person and one person only, and that person was always another Shadowhunter. Angelic power. There could be nothing else.

Except, there was. Not something else, but the lack of it. Of anything. Alec’s bare wrists had haunted him since he was old enough to understand what that meant.

He felt alien, whenever he saw them. Unmoored. Like there was something deeply broken inside of him, some piece that should’ve been there but wasn’t. His parents had refused to comment on it, except for his mother running her fingers through his hair the first and only time she caught him crying about it. He’d been young, and she’d been present, then. She’d pressed a kiss to the top of his head and told him it was nothing to be ashamed of.

It looked so out of character now. Alec wasn’t completely sure that it had really happened. Some days, it felt like his parents had taught him nothing but shame.

“What was it?” Isabelle asked when she had let him drown in his thoughts for too long. He came back to his bedroom, his fingers tracing his left wrist, soothing a phantom pain. He pulled them away. He had taken too long to answer. Isabelle clarified, “His soulmark.”

Alec sighed. “I didn’t see it. Just the edge of it. Words, I think.”

She hummed. She seemed deep in thought.

“Do you think he’s playing with me?” he asked her in a whisper. He was too ashamed to say it any louder. “That, maybe, this is just fun for him while he waits to meet them?”

He had expected her to vehemently disagree with him, maybe punch his shoulder, but instead she remained silent for a very long pause. Then, pensively, she said, “No, I don’t think so.”

Alec sighed again. He traced the crack in the ceiling. He had never felt so confused, or so tired.

“Alec,” Isabelle said, very carefully. “Do you think that, maybe, there’s something strange about your soulmark?”

His soulmark. Alec looked at her like she was insane. Of course there was something strange about his soulmark, and that was that he didn’t have one. She chewed her lip, resting her palm on his chest like she was preparing to soothe him.

“I’ve never heard of anyone who doesn’t have anyone,” she said. Her tone suggested that she hoped he would understand what she was getting at, but he didn’t.

She sighed. She rolled onto her back until no part of her was touching him. In the dark, he could make out her playing with her bracelet. “Someone told me about this ritual that makes soulmarks vanish.”

Alec’s breath caught. Or maybe it was knocked out of him. He whipped his head to look at her, the sheets ruffling under him. He clenched his jaw, and then unclenched it.

Hope, she had said. Isabelle had always had it in plenty, and Alec had always been starved of it.

“Isabelle,” he said. It was very firm and very tight, no room for argument. “Don’t. You’re only making it worse.”

He could feel that she wanted to argue, and also that she was hurt, but sometimes Alec didn’t have the energy to humour his siblings’ whims. Sometimes, they were just too much.

Because they were laying on his bed in his dark bedroom, and because she had found him silent and gone to the world, Isabelle didn’t say another word. They lay there for another hour, not speaking, while Isabelle pretended she couldn’t feel his pain like she was wounded, too, and Alec pretended that he was not playing her words out in his head, over and over and over again until they felt like a dream. A nightmare, maybe.

They managed to raise three very good, surprisingly progressive kids, so their views must have changed, Magnus had said of his parents. But Magnus didn’t know Maryse and Robert Lightwood, and he definitely didn’t know Alec. Alec didn’t know how much he and Izzy had talked, but he was pretty sure he didn’t know her well, either.

Alec and his siblings were not progressive because of their parents. They were progressive because of their parents’ absence. Because, in truth, Alec had raised his siblings, and the weight of the shame and otherness he felt had made him go to great lengths not to impart such things on them. Because, in her formative years, Izzy had started to realize that their parents didn’t pay them much attention and, in an effort to change that, had started doing things that were hard to ignore. Wearing sequined dresses out to Downworld clubs, fraternizing more with them than her own kind. Because, in Alec’s formative years, he had watched one of his superiors pound in the face of a werewolf who’d accidentally brushed his shoulder when he passed, and he couldn’t unhear the things that he’d called him.

Alec did not dare to think, Maybe. Not even for a second.

(Maybe I don’t know my parents at all. Maybe Magnus isn’t playing with me. Maybe he had hidden his soulmark because I would’ve recognized the words. Maybe this phantom pain never goes away because something was taken from me.)

(Maybe someone knew my soulmark pointed at a Downworlder and they erased it.)

Chapter 10

“He’s playing hard to get,” Magnus sighed. He lounged across one of his long, velvet chairs, a very strong and very blue drink hanging from his fingertips. “I don’t mean to be impatient.”

Catarina snorted. “Magnus Bane,” she said, with no inflection. “King of patience.”

Magnus shot her a nasty look, but he had to admit that it was true. He was still in his pyjamas, which meant he was still in shortsleeves, which meant they could both spend a considerable amount of time staring at his wrist.

A rune. Wedded union. Magnus did not want to be concerned.

“A bit fast, isn’t it?” Catarina finally said, after two hours of avoiding the elephant in the rune.

Magnus smiled, a ghost of a thing. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t. He stared at the lines that criss-crossed over each other and the crescent moon that framed them. Quietly, he admitted, “I don’t think it’s for me. I’m not sure it’s for anyone, really.”

Catarina went very silent. Then, “Maryse and Robert Lightwood. People like that shouldn’t be allowed to breed. Denying a soulbond won’t make it go away, and forcing their son into some sham of a marriage to cover it will only do more harm than good.”

Magnus had heard the news from Isabelle, who had, even through text, sounded very worried. She thought Alec might be starting to take it seriously. She thought that Alec might not stand up to their parents. She thought that Magnus might care.

Magnus wondered if she knew. Perhaps she’d seen Alec’s soulmark and figured it out. Maybe it did point clearly to Magnus, after all, but Alec wasn’t ready to accept it, and so he was blind to it.

“I don’t think,” Magnus said softly, “either of us really understand what it means to be a shadowhunter.”

It was a difficult but inevitable truth that Magnus had come to. He’d had to face the fact that he’d painted himself a picture of the Nephilim and stenciled it onto every one of them he met, the same way they did to Downworlders. Magnus felt a bit arrogant for assuming that he understood their culture well enough to be disgusted by it.

And he was. It was oppressive and cold and in the business of building child soldiers. But the disgust had extended to the victims of it, too, because he hadn’t thought there were any.

Magnus only helped exiled Shadowhunters. He had never thought about the ones who lived with that fear inside them, with the knowledge that sometimes just being yourself was enough of a crime to be deruned.

It pained him, now, to remember the first few runes his mark had shown.

“Should I tell him?” Magnus asked.

Catarina immediately shook her head. “God, no. I don’t think a boy who’s seriously considering the nice woman his parents pick out for him is a boy who’s ready to run off into the sunset with his male, warlock soulmate.”

Magnus sighed. “Yes, you’re probably right.”

His phone went off. He fished it out of his pocket. Isabelle. Magnus was starting to think they might be friends.

Magnus.

He waited. Another text came in.

I really hate to do this. Please don’t ever tell Alec. He’ll never trust me again.

He waited again, now with a frown and bated breath.

He said you have a soulmark. He didn’t see what it was. Is it for him?

Magnus blinked. Straight to the point. Isabelle was the kind of person who wouldn’t stab you in the back, but instead go straight through the chest. Direct and efficient, but with very beautiful nails and much grace.

“What?” Catarina asked, leaning forward in her chair. “What’s wrong?”

Magnus glanced at her. He shook his head. “Nothing.” Then, when he still couldn’t figure out how to respond, he amended, “Isabelle. She is… quite something.”

Catarina frowned. “What did she say?”

Magnus smiled. “Nothing,” he replied, and tucked his phone back in his pocket without sending a response. “I don’t think I’ll need to be patient much longer, though.”

If Isabelle knew, then surely Alec would be close behind. It sent a thrill through him. Lately, everytime he closed his eyes, he felt Alec’s hand in his as he cast his magic on Luke. He remembered the feel of him, of the bond, so close but still just out of reach. In Magnus’s dreams, he tried to work out what it would feel like for it to be made whole. It was too difficult to imagine, so he woke restless and unsatisfied, his patience waning.

Magnus reminded himself that they didn’t know each other very well. It felt like they did. Or, maybe, that they were meant to. Once Alec figured it out, they could fix that. He could come to Magnus’s loft without his friends in tow and stay long enough to finish his drink.

Magnus looked at his wrist again. There was so much potential there. So much possibility. Surely, Alec saw it too?

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"How long did it take?" Ragnor asks, "How long did it take you to forgive him?"

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He watches him, alert and observant as he is. Ragnor does not like children of Raziel, does not approve how they live and breathe supremacy, or how they use his friend like he's theirs. He especially then, does not like it when one of them, their Head, for lord's sake, the worst of them all, has his friend’s heart in a chokehold.

Camille Delacourt had been an abomination, to understate it. She was cunning and she was treacherous but she was everything that Magnus saw coming. This one, this tall and dark Lightwood boy is different. He's different because he falls in and out of trust; he's worse because Magnus doesn't see this one coming. The Lightwood boy, Alexander, Magus calls him, has innocent eyes. He has eyes that Magnus says just can't lie and yet, here he is, heart shattered and scattered for the millionth time, spilling his heartache to his bestfriend's undead ghost, and Ragnor swears he won't be the one who lets a Shadowhunters become Magnus' demise.

Magnus tells him that he forgave Alec. Alec didn't know this yet but Magnus says he realized he wanted to, that he had always wanted to. Magnus told him he forgave Alec long before this night of the war, he just hadn't been ready to let himself have so much to lose all over again.

"How long did it take you?" Ragnor asks, "How long did it take you to forgive him?"

Magnus smiles, grim. There's something wilted in his eyes and Ragnor feels both a pang of sadness and a slash of rage boil in his unbeating heart. This is all his doing, he thinks.

"As long as it takes for a parabatai rune to fade," Magnus says.

At first, it doesn't make sense. And then, all at once, it snaps into focus. Magnus had witnessed Alec fall violently to the ground, clutching his side and begging Raziel to save Jace. To save the life of Jace of all people, probably the Shadowhunter protege with the luck and talent of the angel himself. And if Jace Wayland could have his story end in the time it took for Alec to fall to the ground, (imagine alec imagine alec) Magnus thinks the worst thing to happen to his heart is so much grander than heartbreak.

Sometimes, there are nightmares. The nightmares have Magnus in that same meeting room, Isabelle by his side, except this time, they have Jace spilling incoherent words into the room. This time, Jace falls with a violent energy and this time, it's his rune that fades from existence. This time, Magnus tries holding on to Alec's life but it slips through his fingers like grains of sand. All times, Magnus is too late and the thought of that is so big, it swallows him whole.

"At some point," Magnus starts in a faraway voice, as if his voice is here but his soul is somewhere even he can’t reach it. "You have to decide whether you love them more than you hate what they did. If you do, I think what is left is forgiveness."

Ragnor thought it over, rolled it around in his mind, and he tried to add his biased touch to convince himself that what Magnus was saying was wrong, what he was saying was compromising and Magnus shouldn't have to comprise, so he said with a forced intensity, "Magnus, are you sure about this? Is this even worth it? Is he—"

"Ragnor," Magnus interrupted, not unkindly yet firmly and Ragnor knew.

That look in Magnus was centuries worth of sharp determination and restlessness and he let it settle into his bones that it was there only and only for that Lightwood boy.

"Okay," he smiled. He will give Alec Lightwood the benefit of the doubt, if he's the one who puts the life back in Magnus' eyes and the warmth back in his voice. He will give a chance to this Shadowhunter because if he's the one, after all these years, who treats his friend's heart tenderly, then he will put his differences aside.

When Alec comes to Magnus' apartment that night, he knocks, Ragnor notices with amusement. At least some Shadowhunters are taught interpersonal manners.

"It's open," Magnus says from the living room, startling himself from this imaginary conversation with his imaginary undead friend.

When Alec Lightwood enters, or rather, stumbles through the door, his eyes are frantic. His hair is disheveled, as if he ran to the apartment (did he?) and there is tension in his posture, the way his fists are clenched so tight that his knuckles are pale enough to be invisible.

"Magnus?" Alec calls out, and Ragnor sees how Magnus' eyes turn sharp in front of him, any haze of what he wants or who he wants all evaporated at the single sound of Alec's voice.

Uninvited, Alec rushes towards Magnus on the couch, all unaware of the judgemental spirit of Ragnor sitting right beside him. One knee on the ground, he assesses Magnus, slow and careful, looking for something, his eyes flit with purpose and practice, like he's done this before. The way he swallows his own words before speaking tells Ragnor he's nervous.

"Clary-" he starts hesitantly, as if he just remembered that he ran into his ex-boyfriend's apartment without invitation. Ragnor doesn't fail to notice that this fact doesn't make him any less determined to do whatever he's doing.

"Clary told me that you weren't coming to the party thing they had tonight because you weren't feeling well," Alec says, his eyes never holding Magnus' long enough; they betray his vulnerability. It doesn't stop him for going on though, Ragnor marvels.

"And I was just thinking back about how you collapsed beside the rift today and I know that took a lot out of you—"

"Alec—"

"I know, I know, you're the High Warlock of Brooklyn, but you're also —" Alec shifts, bites his own tongue before continuing, "If you need my energy, I can give that and I'll leave after," he rushes to say, and he's already pulling up his sleeve to ready himself to give up un-virgin Shadowhunter strength. It's strange, Ragnor thinks, he's the one offering to give something up and yet there's something in his voice that's also begging. "I'm not asking for anything more. I just, I need you to be alright."

When Magnus finally convinces Alec that he's truly alright, just didn't feel very party-like tonight, Alec's eyes go soft with relief and something else that is hesitant but he keeps his word and turns to leave with a small smile. When Magnus reaches for Alec's wrist and says, "Alexander, could you stay?" and Ragnor gets a front row seat at the unguarded way a heart string flies loose in Alec's chest and his shoulders fall with something so much grander than relief, Ragnor realizes his work here is done.

Maybe Alec Lightwood will be the one that stayed.

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my-nameless-bliss · 7 years

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it is november of 2017 and i just read a new malec fic about their first time and it included anal penetration...why

I suppose that’s because it’s 2017 and we’re still trapped in a culture that widely considers penetrative sex to be the only type of ‘real sex’, so there’s a very good chance that people who want to write first time fic can’t see past that misconception. I think it’s also very possible that a majority of the people writing those fics haven’t had a first time of their own, have never had penetrative anal sex, or both. I personally think it would be very beneficial if everyone who wanted to write a first time story involving anal sex stopped for a moment and tried sticking something in their ass before actually writing anything.

Like, obviously there are people who do have penetrative anal sex as their first form of sexual contact, and as long as it’s portrayed in a realistic, healthy way, there’s nothing wrong with these types of stories. But I do feel like they’re treated as too ‘universal’, like if there’s a first time story, it’s a given that it’ll happen. I think there are too many fics where a character’s first sexual encounter *ever* is penetrative sex, and far too few fics where characters are allowed to explore sexual activities in a more gradual way. And while I’m sure that some part of the problem is misinformation/misunderstandings about anal sex and unhealthy fetishism of m/m sex and relationships in general, I also think a big problem is the way our society as a whole views and talks about sex. Just the word ‘sex’ itself so frequently refers to penetration of some kind, and all other forms of sexual contact are either considered exclusively ‘foreplay’ (which is fucking ludicrous to me since they’re usually things that statistically lead to orgasms easier/more frequently than penetration alone), or they’re referred to as just ‘fooling around’ instead of legitimate ways to have sex. Our society widely disregards any type of sex that doesn’t involve a penis going into either a vagina or an anus, and it’s goddamn infuriating. People should always be allowed to explore sex as gradually and with as much variety as they want, and their comfort should always be a priority - and I think that’s particularly true for people who are just starting out.

So yeah, I definitely think it’s disappointing that ‘first time fics’ are so entrenched in the idea of ‘losing your virginity through anal sex’, but I think it’s indicative of a lot of larger societal issues about sex, as well as more specific issues within fandom communities.

I realize that you probably didn’t want me to go off on a rant about this so… apologies for that. To make up for this small tangent, I’ll sum up with my favorite mantra: Let Alec Lightwood Come In His Pants 2k17 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

#sorry for being so extra about this #it just really bothers me #it's a bigger societal issue #but that doesn't mean fandoms can't or shouldn't learn to work past it #nykeigh answers #anon #sh

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singingwordwright · 7 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood Additional Tags: Episode: s02e07 How Are Thou Fallen, Missing Scene, First Time, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Frottage

Summary:

You know in ep 1x10 when This World Inverted Magnus says "My magic's gone dormant?" That's pretty much what I'm dealing with trying to write smut for the past couple years. I'm just trying to flex that muscle a bit.

The moment Alec gets Magnus past the threshold of his bedroom, Magnus thinks he knows three facts:

One: Sex is going to happen tonight. Yes, he’d had a couple minor reservations for half a second, but now, far more compellingly, he has Alec. Eager. Wanting him. Kissing him like Magnus’s lips are oxygen and he’s gasping for air. It would take a far, far stronger warlock than Magnus Bane to turn down such an offer.

Two: he needs to slow Alec way down.

Because three: The only thing he wants more than Alexander Lightwood sprawled naked across his sheets is to make this the most amazing night of Alec’s life. And right now Alec is charging at this whole sex issue like it’s a practice dummy he’s determined to pummel into sawdust. Magnus has no objection whatsoever to fast and desperate sex, but right now he isn’t even sure Alec is really all that turned on. Alec’s just pushing ahead, fueled by his resolve to make this happen so that it stops being a Thing he needs to worry and wonder about.

Magnus has avoided virginal partners, with very few exceptions. But even he knows first times are notoriously awkward, and he doesn’t want that for Alec. Unfortunately, his centuries of experience have little to offer him by way of guidance here.

He’s spent a lot of time since their date at the Hunter’s Moon trying to put himself in Alec’s shoes. Alec’s certainly arriving at the sexual banquet long after his peers, a fact that makes Magnus both sad and proud on his behalf. Sad, because Alec spent so many important years isolated and certain that he could never find someone he’d want to take this step with, and proud because at least he knew himself well enough to not to succumb to expectations and endure the disappointment of trying to be someone he wasn’t with someone he knew he didn’t want.

After all that loneliness and waiting, Alec’s decided Magnus is the person he wants to go there with, and that is incredibly humbling. Magnus has known too many shadowhunters to buy into the common downworld misperception that they’re a cold lot. Despite the Clave’s stiff-necked rigidity, the passions of the nephilim burn fiercely. Magnus has just never been the focal point of those passions before.

He also knows that somewhere deep inside, there’s likely a small part of Alec that--in this moment, at least--doesn’t actually care who he’s with. That piece simply belongs to a young man in his sexual prime who is at long last facing the prospect of getting laid.

It’s a precarious combination, such eagerness coupled with such emotional openness. Magnus probably needs to be delicate in any attempt he makes to guide things. As vulnerable as Alec has made himself asking for this, it would be easy for him to hear any request to change his approach as “you’re doing it badly.”

He should know by now, though that Alec will always end up surprising him. After the first frenzy of kissing, once he and Magnus have made it as far as lying together clothed on Magnus’s bed, Alec slows himself down.

“Show me what you like,” he entreats, his eyes wide and dark. Nervous, but resolved. Utterly open, trepidation and desire both unmasked. This here is the reason Alec is so standoffish with most people. Once someone gets close, he lays himself totally bare to them. He offers everything, and expects so very little in return.

Alec’s hand cups the back of Magnus’s neck just below the nape, his bowstring-calloused fingertips dipping below his collar. Magnus can’t help but close in for another long kiss, because Alec’s just too beautiful and he’s here, full of need and wonder.

“I’d rather know what you like,” Magnus says, keeping his voice low and gentle when they finally draw apart again.

Alec scoffs, his chagrined expression more frustrated than embarrassed. “How should I know?”

“Well, the fun will be in figuring it out.” Magnus indulges a fixation that has been plaguing him since the first moment he saw Alexander. He licks that bold, dark Deflect rune on his neck. Alec shudders and melts, his hands clenching where they grip Magnus, urging him to nibble the trail his tongue had just blazed.

“Ah! Okay! I can get on board with that plan,” he says breathlessly.

“Good.” They don’t speak for a while then. Making out is still new enough that they can indulge in it for hours--when they’re not being interrupted, of course--and it’s become familiar ground, something Alec can relax into and find his footing.

They wrap around each other, face-to-face on their sides, legs intertwined. Kisses get deeper and harder, and hands move with increasing restlessness. Magnus finds the hem of Alec’s shirt, tugging tentatively enough to make it clear he’s requesting, not demanding.

For good measure, he asks, “May I?”

Alec nods, swallowing hard, and Magnus can practically hear the mantra of “I’m really doing this. This is actually happening,” running through his brain.

Probably punctuated with a firm, “Finally!”

Magnus slides his hands under Alec’s shirt, working up his rippling skin as far as possible before everything gets tangled up because Alec is still lying down. He refuses to let that deter him, dragging blunted fingertips over the flesh he’s revealed, testing Alec’s responses, seeking the dividing line between a sensitive shiver and a ticklish twitch. The threshold for the latter is delightfully low, something that promises fun at a later date. Right now, though, he’s more interested in the sharp breath Alec sucks in when Magnus’s thumb brushes his nipple.

“Oh, God,” Alec whispers, going boneless for an instant. Then he wrenches himself away to complete the task Magnus left half-finished, jerking his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. When he lays down again, it’s on his back, his bare chest offered up to Magnus’s eyes and hands and lips.

Lying there, he’s doubled-down on his own vulnerability. The awareness of it is plain on his face. Nervousness and doubt creeps back into his eyes as they flick between Magnus and the ceiling as if he can’t decide whether it’s more reassuring to hold eye contact or avoid it.

This is why Alec tends to seize the initiative with both hands once he decides to do something, Magnus thinks. He feels more secure that way.

Yet here he is, laid out like a sacrifice on the altar.

Forget humbling. This is awe-inspiring.

Magnus rolls up onto his hands and knees, climbing over Alec’s supine body to straddle one of his thighs. He kisses his way up a delicious expanse of runes and hair and warm flesh. His eyes hold Alec’s, who struggles to keep his lids from slamming shut as though concerned he might miss something. He loses the battle when Magnus’s tongue strokes over his nipple, groaning once as his entire body undulates, and then again when the motion pushes the hard bulge in his jeans against Magnus’s thigh.

Alec’s hands clamp on Magnus’s shoulders, pushing him back. He sweeps his tongue across his lips, his voice low and raspy. “Not to be crude or rush things, but finesse is probably a little wasted on me right now. You know. If you were wondering.”

“Is that so?” Magnus asks with a teasing smile. Inwardly, he’s thrilled. This wry, slightly dorky side of Alec is something he’s only let Magnus see in the last couple of weeks. Magnus interprets that as yet another sign of Alec’s walls coming down. He’s comfortable enough here, tonight, to let it shine through, and that is a very good thing.

The color on Alec’s cheeks heightens, but he nods emphatically. “Not that I’m an expert or anything, but I’m pretty certain the pants should at least be off before I lose it completely.”

“Really?” Magnus deliberately hikes his knee up higher into the juncture of Alec’s thighs, pressing firmly enough to make him shudder. Alec’s hands clench so hard that Magnus might just have bruises on his shoulders. He watches the effort it takes for Alec to drag himself back from the brink. “Alexander, what’s the worst thing that could possibly happen if you just let go and came in your pants, right here and right now?”

He punctuates the question with another gentle push of his knee, and Alec grunts. “Besides abject humiliation?” he asks tightly.

Even now, Alec is so focused on doing it right, on being perfect. Following rules and meeting expectations. It makes Magnus’s heart ache.

“Not allowed here,” Magnus declares with a decisive shake of his head. “In this bed, shame doesn’t exist. The only right is whatever feels right in the moment, and the only rule is that no one does what they don’t want to do. If you’re that close, go with it. Besides,” he lowers his head, dipping his tongue into the notch at the base of Alec’s throat before nibbling all the way up to his ear. “Who says I won’t be flattered?”

Alec makes a noise, an indescribable sound full of urgency and surrender. His hands close on Magnus’s hips, jerking him down into full body contact, head to toe. As Magnus begins to feast on the side of his neck, sucking hard enough that Alec is sure to bear love-bites tomorrow, Alec’s thighs clamp on the one Magnus has between them and he pushes his pelvis up. Tentatively at first, and then with purpose.

Magnus echoes Alec’s low, needy groan, because this is hot. The thin thread that tethers Alec to self-restraint snaps and he thrusts against Magnus’s thigh, without shame or self-consciousness, and it’s glorious. Magnus isn’t getting the full effect of that grinding, so he can enjoy Alec’s responses. He nibbles the warm, fragrant skin of Alec’s neck, reveling at the openness with which Alec gives himself over to passion.

Then one of Alec’s hands sweeps up Magnus’s back, into his hair, and he pulls Magnus’s mouth off his neck and up to his for a kiss full of tongue and teeth and gasping breaths. Whether by chance or choice, the thigh Magnus is straddling hitches up until it’s snug against Magnus’s balls. Between that and the sharp, barking cry Alec releases into their kiss, Magnus is on the brink himself before Alec’s writhing and shuddering has even subsided. He doesn’t remember the last time an orgasm came out of nowhere like this, or took him so completely by surprise. But suddenly he’s there.

In the aftermath, he sinks down upon Alec and tucks his face in the curve of Alec’s neck. Trying to catch his breath. Waiting to see what form the fallout will take. No regrets, surely. Alec doesn’t seem to look back once he makes a choice. But he might very well need to gently hand-hold Alec through some shyness, and Magnus should probably--

--study the ceiling?

Alec has reversed their positions before Magnus even knows he intends to move, and then he’s all over Magnus. Lips and hands and moist, gusting breaths on every bit of skin Alec can reach plus some that he’s just really determined to get to.

Okay then. Alec has apparently decided to forego any awkwardness. He has the bit firmly in his teeth and is clearly just getting started. He strips Magnus of his shirt with more economy of movement than someone with so little experience should be able to manage, and then works at Magnus’s fly with single-minded focus.

This is a flavor of fast and desperate that Magnus is more than happy to accommodate. Alec is no longer blustering blindly forward, propelled by determination alone. Magnus shifts, allowing Alec to drag his sticky trousers down and toss them away.

Alec’s only response to discovering that Magnus is wearing nothing under those trousers is a thoroughly gratifying moan, and then he’s lying above Magnus again, kissing him as his hands skim along Magnus’s bare arms and ribs. His kiss isn’t the slightest bit tentative, but his touch is. Not with fear or hesitation, but rather indecision. As though Alec just isn’t sure where he should start touching.

Needing to feel him flesh-to-flesh, Magnus reaches for Alec’s belt. Alec rears back to give him the access he needs to get Alec’s fly open and thrust his hand inside. The angle is difficult, and the fit is tight and clammy with Alec’s spend, but Magnus doesn’t care, because Alec is still half-hard and his face when Magnus’s hand closes around him is just…just...

Transported. Rapturous. Divine.

It’s one thing to know Alec has the blood of angels. It’s another to see that grace in his face. His thick lashes sweep those sky-high cheekbones as he closes his eyes and gives himself over to the touch of another for the first time. Above Magnus, he’s gone still, his mouth open, gasping. Artless and responsive. Magnus’s hand curls and twists and Alec’s spine bows, his head falling back, hips unconsciously pushing forward. His abandon is so sweetly intent that for a moment, Magnus thinks he’d be satisfied to lie there and stroke Alec until his wrist cramps.

But no. He can offer Alec so much more.

Alec groans when he withdraws his hand. He pushes himself up until he’s sitting with Alec straddling his lap and shoves both hands down the back of Alec’s jeans to working them down, kneading and groping a pleasingly taut backside as he goes. He rubs his face over a furred and flushed chest, kissing and tonguing, breathing in the scent of him until his lips come to rest over the place where Alec’s heartbeat hammers heavily under his sternum.

“Okay?” he asks, peering up to meet lust-drunk eyes.

“God, yes,” Alec gasps, eyes huge and dark, face flushed. This position has him towering above Magnus even more than usual, but it puts so many delightful parts within reach that it’s no hardship. Magnus kneads his ass again, and Alec grinds against him, swooping down for another breathless kiss.

Alec’s pants would come off a lot easier if Magnus could stop touching and kissing him long enough to finish the task, but that is apparently beyond him. It’s Alec who finally jerks away long enough to finish stripping, flipping onto his back to shimmy his jeans off.

Magnus seizes the opportunity to lean over and lavish more attention on his chest. When his tongue finds Alec’s nipple, Alec melts into the crimson satin duvet, his jeans sliding to the floor from a slack hand.

His chest is warm and salty with sweat, and his nipples so damned sensitive that Magnus could spend all night on them. But Alec’s erection is full again, pressing against Magnus as though begging for attention, and Magnus is overwhelmed with the need to taste. He wants to absorb every scent into his very pores, wants to touch and rub himself on Alec until the feel of Alec is imprinted on every nerve ending.

He compromises by kissing his way down that broad, soft trail of hair, caressing it with his lips and breath, until Alec’s cock bumps his chin. Alec’s breath catches, his fists clench in anticipation, until Magnus takes him in his mouth.

Any intention Magnus might have had of making Alec’s first blowjob the most amazing one he’s ever given flies out the window the moment his lips close around Alec’s dick. The salty, slightly bitter residue of cum coats Alec’s flesh, flooding Magnus’s mouth with flavor. His scent surrounds Magnus, intoxicating as a cloud of opium smoke. His thighs quiver under Magnus’s hands, and from there, it becomes a purely selfish blowjob.

It becomes about indulging his senses, filling them with Alec’s every essence. It becomes about his own desire to hear Alec’s moans and cries, to make them louder and more desperate. When Magnus grabs Alec’s hands and places them on his head, it’s because he wants to feel what Alec will do with that permission.

Alec’s hands tighten on Magnus’s head, but he doesn’t push very hard. He grips more to brace himself and to maintain contact than to force. When his hips move it’s because he can’t resist the urge to thrust any longer.

He doesn’t try to steer or control, even though Magnus wouldn’t have minded if he had. Alec’s trembling hands sink into Magnus’s hair, the tension in his body ratcheting up with every bob of Magnus’s head.

“Oh, God,” Alec pants, writhing. “Ma--Mag--Magnus!”

Magnus grabs Alec’s wrists to keep him from trying to pull him away and sucks harder, drinking in Alec’s strangled shout with the same relish as he does Alec’s semen. Alec twitches and bucks underneath him, and then subsides into trembling, gasping stillness.

Perfect. Magnus releases his cock gently and kisses the deep crease above Alec’s hip. He’s sweaty and relaxed, replete, and Magnus needs to kiss him again more than he’s ever needed anything in his long, long life.

Alec’s kiss is sweet and tired, but his hand finds Magnus’s dick with a determined grasp as Magnus hovers over his. His eyes sweep open to study Magnus’s face as Alec gives him an experimental stroke.

Magnus moans softly. “That feels wonderful.”

“I want to see you come,” Alec says artlessly. “Okay?”

“Absolutely.” He pushes himself up so that he straddles Alec’s waist, and oh seeing Alec stretched out underneath him is a beautiful sight. Someday he wants to ride Alec and watch him come apart between Magnus’s thighs, but not tonight. Tonight he wants exactly what Alec has asked for, with Alec’s hand on his cock, learning him by feel, watching his responses.

He gives Alec everything he’s seeking, thrusts into his calloused grip. He makes no attempt to muffle his sounds or put a pretty face on his strain as he strives for his second climax. It takes a while, a long, delicious while in which Alec experiments. Short strokes, long strokes, fast, slow, firm, gentle.

For a time Magnus wraps his hand around Alec’s and guides him. “There. Like that. Oh, Alexander, yes, that’s marvellous…” And then words fail him, replaced by gasps and moans, until his release mingles with the hair and sweat on Alec’s rippling belly.

Alec makes a satisfied sound when it hits his skin.

“I liked that,” he says, swirling his fingers through it. Bringing him to his mouth to sample with no shame whatsoever.

Magnus files that bit of fascination away for a later day, sliding off to the side to stretch out next to Alec as he catches his breath. “Which part,” he asks, unable to resist a smug smirk.

Alec mirrors it as he turns his head. “Every part,” he says with an intense sort of emphasis, rolling to kiss Magnus. They lose themselves again in just making out, coming down, savoring each other.

This, Magnus realizes, sighing into Alec’s mouth. This is what has made the night amazing. Not just for Alec, but for them both. Not skilled and carefully orchestrated seduction he’d originally aimed for, but instead, approaching the whole thing with the same unstudied earnestness that Alec himself brought to Magnus’s door. Just...following their impulses.

Magnus can’t remember the last time it’s been this way. The last time it’s been so completely simple.

He can’t help but laugh at himself for ever believing it should be otherwise.

Alec’s eyes pop open at Magnus’s soft chuckle and he draws back. “What’s so funny?” he demands, though thankfully the suspicion in his voice is more teasing than self-conscious. He doesn’t think Magnus is laughing at him.

Magnus shakes his head. “It just occurs to me that I may have started out tonight overthinking this whole thing.”

“Overthinking? Really?” Alec’s lips twitch. “I’ve, uh, I’ve heard that can cause problems sometimes.”

“Sometimes. Any regrets?” Magnus asks carefully, even though he’s almost certain he knows what the answer will be.

“Not a single one,” Alec says, and that intense emphasis is back, complete with unflinching eye-contact. Words freeze in Magnus’s throat at his quiet certainty.

And then Alec’s phone buzzes.

Alec groans. “Izzy wouldn’t dare call me tonight, so that has to be Jace.”

“If I refrain from dropping him off my balcony, it’s only out of consideration for your feelings,” Magnus mutters.

“I’m tempted to give you the go-ahead.” The phone buzzes again and Alec curses softly. “If he’s calling me instead of getting laid, something must be going on. If it’s anything less than the angel Raziel himself appearing in Central Park, I’ll make him suffer.”

Resigning himself to the idea that Alec might need to leave soon, Magnus sinks into the pillows and appreciates the site as Alec rolls out of bed without any shyness about his nudity. He digs through his pockets for his phone.

The tension that snaps through Alec the moment Jace begins speaking spells doom for any plans Magnus might have had for a long, sleepy night savoring the afterglow. Not to mention discussing what impact this new development might have on their burgeoning relationship.

“What?” Alec practically yelps. “You’re serious?...Yeah...okay...Uh huh...Meet me at Magnus’s and fill me in.”

Alec’s is a little pale when he drops his phone into his lap. Magnus quashes his dismay and finds a smile.

“I take it Raziel has appeared after all?”

“Close.” Alec blinks slowly. Once. Twice. Then he sucks in a long breath. The look he turns on Magnus is one of absolute astonishment. “Ithuriel.”

Magnus bites his tongue against the urge to ask any number of incredulous and ultimately idiotic questions. Leave it to Jace Wayland to stumble across an actual angel to disrupt their evening with.

However, disappointment aside...

The affairs of angels have nothing to do with warlocks, but Magnus has to admit, he can’t wait to find out what this is all about.

“Well, then,” he says with a wry smile. “I suppose we should find our clothes.”

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