#alec lightwood one shot

[soulofapatrick]

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

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

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: none

Y/N’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me neither.”

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[janescrazy]

for the malec prompts thing: Reverse AU? (shadowhunter magnus x warlock alec)

I had to think about this one for sure. I’ve never read any reverse AU for malec. I wasn’t sure who to keep as shadowhunters or to switch everything. I hope you like it!

“The man is 200 years old, and we don’t have one high quality picture of him?”

Hodge gives Magnus an exasperated look and carries on with the presentation, “Alec Lightwood is High Warlock of Brooklyn. As Magnus blatantly put it, he is 200 years old, which is deemed young for warlocks. The fact he has this position shows how intelligent, resourceful, and clever he is. He’s dangerous and sharp as a nail. If we’re going to find him and interrogate him, we’re going to need to be smart about this.”

Magnus rolls his eyes, flipping his dagger between his painted fingers. He squints at the pictures on the screen, presumably the only four photos they have of this Alec. One is of a group of French and American soldiers, and many of them have their arms bandaged and blood and dirt on their faces. They’re standing in rubble and smiling goofily at the camera. There is one man in the back with his face turned, blood and guck dirtying his face. His black hair is long and disheveled with a beret on top.

Magnus has no idea how anyone found this picture, or narrowed down the identification of the soldier to be Alec Lightwood. Though, the man in the photo was staring off and had a way about him that differentiated him from the others. His body posture and the one side of his exposed face was calculating, showing an envious amount of knowledge and experience. Like he knew something everyone else didn’t.

The other photos are of him on the battlefield with only half his face, and then one is a faraway photo of him standing in front of the Titanic when it was still docked in England. There are a few question marks on that photo, but Magnus highly doubts this extremely smart man who avoids cameras and attention like his life depends on it would sink a ship.

“Why do we need to find him anyway?” Catarina asks beside Magnus.

“The Consul needs to know where the warlocks are with Valentine. More and more of them are disappearing, whether from Valentine kidnapping them for his experiments or they’re going into hiding,” Hodge explains with a sigh. He scratches his neck. “Magnus helped us out with knowing Clary. She didn’t say where Alec lives, but she slipped and said a group of them are meeting at Pandemonium.”

“So he may not even be there,” Ragnor dulls, rolling his eyes. He stands with a dramatic huff, patting his pockets for his seraph blade.

“It’s our best chance,” Hodge clips. “We’re leaving in thirty.”

*****

Magnus goes to Pandemonium on a weekly basis. He tells Robert and Hodge he goes there for researching purposes, but he knows they know that’s complete bullshit. He’s a people person. Always will be. He enjoys being surrounded with fun people and partying the evening and night away. He may be a shadowhunter, but he will never say no to a round of shots and dancing.

The first night he had gotten dirty looks when they saw his runes, and he was ignored by most of them. It was fine with him. He can get down with any crowd. He knew a few vampires, including Raphael who introduced him to a group of vampires and werewolves there. Once they realized he wasn’t there to interrogate or had any shadowhunter gear on, they slowly loosened up and treated him like one of their own.

Safe to say it was weird walking into the club with his gear and runes on display. His throwing stars are hitched on his hips and lower thigh, and they glow in the neon room. His normal acquaintances throw him second glances, hesitance and worry on their pensive faces. They step back, their backs straight and ready for anything as he walks by.

Magnus already lost Cat in the crowd, and he can count on her to scout out the suspects. The only details they have on the High Warlock are black hair, pale skin, and he is slightly taller than Magnus.

The shadowhunter eyes up the taller men, taking note of their clothes. The man has to have either a good or an old taste in clothes, since he’s lived many decades. He also has to be rich based on his age. One doesn’t live for a very long time without learning how to make profit.

Nobody fits the bill, and he’s walked the entire building. Cat finds him in the middle and informs him she’s leaving. The warlock is obviously not here, and they’ll have to get in contact with Clary again if she’s willing. Magnus spots her dancing with a blond boy, Jace. If he wasn’t dressed and armed, he would make sure to shove into him. He’s never been a fan of him, and he hates how he’s immortal and will be a pain in the ass for a long time to come.

Magnus waltzes over to the bar and orders a hard drink for his troubles. Everyone avoids his stare, and he even has to call for the bartender a few times to be serviced. He takes a seat next to a man in a rugged gray sweater. He’s slouched over his drink like he’s protecting it, and he’s got his chin in his hands. A hood covers his hair, and black tufts poke out from underneath. They’re unruly and fluffy, and Magnus really wants to run his fingers through it. The AC in the room blows at the stranger’s hood.

Magnus turns and throws the stranger a wide charming smile, and he makes sure to tongue the thin red straw that’s used to stir his drink. The bartender must not have wanted to be bothered again because his whiskey is stronger than he expects.

“Hi, handsome,” the shadowhunter drawls, placing his chin on his hand and fluttering his lashes. Yup, very strong drink indeed.

The man tenses and gives him a blank stare, and his hazel eyes look Magnus over. Magnus really wishes he brought another set of clothes, especially when the man responds with an unimpressed, “Hi.”

Magnus is not one to give up easily, and he turns his body to face the hot stranger. “What are you drinking?”

The man blinks, appearing to have remembered he had a drink in the first place. He must be sitting right underneath a draft because his hood moves subtly, and he reaches to adjust it. He thumbs his own straw, “I don’t know. Something Meliorn made me.”

Magnus hums, taking a glance at the man’s hands and how large they are. His fingers are long and have an admiring way about them. The alcohol is getting to his head. He treads a thin line when he moves his chair an inch closer, “I’ve been here a lot. Regular customer really. I bet I can guess your drink.”

The man’s mouth twitches in what Magnus hopes to be humor, “Regular customer is an understatement.”

Magnus gapes in humiliation, before realizing what the man just admitted. He throws the stranger a wicked grin, daring to pull a fake piece of a lint off the man’s shoulder. “So you’ve been keeping an eye on me, handsome?”

The man doesn’t answer him right away. Magnus wonders if he’s going too far with this and making the man straightly uncomfortable, but all he does is fidget and straighten his back when Magnus starts playing footsie with him. “You’re, uh, usually wearing more colorful clothing.”

Magnus grins like a cat, becoming more daring and toying with the hood. The stranger’s cheeks are pink and flustered, and he’s always been a sucker for blushing men who don’t know what to do with their hands. His hazel eyes linger over his face, taking longer at his lips.

Magnus chugs the rest of his drink, purposely allowing a few droplets to slide down his chin. The man watches it happen, and his full lips part completely mesmerized. Magnus licks his lips for good measure and stands incredibly close to him. Their shared body heat rises in temperature, and Magnus wishes he would take off his sweater.

He fiddles with a string he finds, eyes never leaving the man, “I can wear whatever you’d like, baby.” The man shivers at his words, pupils enlarging and chest heaving faster as if he’s never been approached so unabashedly before. Shame, really, he’s blushing so pretty.

“Your sweater is cute and all,” Magnus whispers loud enough for only them to hear. “I would much rather see you take it off.” Maybe he’s too tipsy for this because the moment he touches the hood, the man’s hand snatches his wrist firmly. He is about to apologize, but then the man reaches out with his other hand, caressing Magnus’s cheek and bringing their lips together.

The kiss is awkward at first, as Magnus is more than tipsy right now. But once the room stops spinning, he goes all in. He tilts his head, fitting their lips together better and tasting the peach rum on his lips. The flavor is heavenly, and he curses the angels before slipping his tongue into the deepening kiss. The man sighs into his mouth, and Magnus feels uncertain hands on his waist.

Magnus must have climbed into the stranger’s lap because he’s towering over him now. He runs his hands down his chest, feeling the defined muscle hiding underneath. He doesn’t even know this man’s name, but he wants this man under him or on top of him. He’s not picky, and he smells so enticing.

“Hey!” an angry voice calls. “None of that here. I don’t care who you are. You can’t have sex in my bar.”

The man immediately tries to pull away, and Magnus has none of it. He grabs a hand and pulls him out of the chair and towards a hallway. “This way. Come on, beautiful.”

The man obliges and as soon as they’re out of view down the hall, Magnus shoves him into the wall and kisses him. He hears a deep groan, and it makes his legs weak. He needs to hear it again.

Without thinking, he reaches up and tugs on the man’s hair. The man groans, as he runs his fingers through his hair and slightly yanks. The noises he gets in return is encouraging, and he reaches farther up until he feels soft fur.

Wait.

His focus drifts from the kissing to the mass of soft fur twitching under his fingers. He leans back, sliding the hood off the stranger’s head and freezes.

Two cat ears black as their owner’s wild hair twitch and flutter under his gaze. Feeling his staring, they shift and lay flat against his head, hiding entirely in his hair. Magnus thinks of his own cat, Chairman, who lives outside and occasionally feeds when he turns up.

What a precious look on a beautiful man, who pulls his hood back up with a scowl not aimed at Magnus. His cheeks are rosy red and his eyes are downcasted in shame. “I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to let this get that far. Here, I’ll just go-“

“No, no, honeybun,” Magnus stops him gently and cups his heated cheeks. He should really ask for his name. “You are more adorable than I originally thought. What a precious warlock mark. Do you like to have them scratched?”

“I, uh, I don't know-“

“Alec?”

Alaska in January has nothing on the ice that grows throughout Magnus’s entire body the second he hears someone say that name.

Jace stands in the doorway of the hallway, protectiveness showing in the guarded way he’s standing. Magnus turns back to Alec, who refuses to look at him.

“Oh my angels,” Magnus mutters and backs away with his hands up. He curses, “I was just molesting the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Shit.”

Alec’s face hardens, “So what, you worry about titles now? Would you not have approached me if you knew who I was?”

“No!” Magnus scoffs and freezes when Alec gets more pissed. “I mean, uh, shit. I don’t know. You mean you don’t want to hex me?”

“Did I give off that I wanted to hex you?” Alec asks, appalled and annoyed. His fists are clenched and little sparks of purple filter the area around his hand.

“Well…no,” Magnus weakly answers. He runs his fingers through his hair nervously. “No one knew what the High Warlock of Brooklyn looked like, at least no shadowhunter. I didn’t expect you to look the way that you do.”

Alec pinches his nose irritably, “I’m so sorry I didn’t meet your standards.”

“No! I mean,” Magnus sighs. He waves over Alec’s still form, “You’re adorable and cute. I didn’t think…”

“The one correct thing you’ve said tonight,” Jace cuts in. Magnus flips him off.

“Just,” Magnus groans and gets back into Alec’s space. Thankfully, the warlock lets him, but anger still swims in his hazel eyes ready to snap like a coiled snake. “Let me take you out? I really like you. Please let me fix this?”

“Like him? Did you have a conversation I missed somehow?”

Magnus flips Jace off, and Alec throws him a look. “Fuck off. Go be miserable somewhere else, guard dog,” Magnus growls.

“Excuse me?”

“Jace,” Alec scowls before taking a deep breath. “Go. I’ll be right there.”

Magnus smiles wide at Jace when he finally leaves. He turns back to Alec, and the smile turns genuine. “Please? You just surprised me. I do like you, and you’re very cute.”

Alec blushes and nods a moment later, “Fine. I’ll text you my address.”

Magnus watches him leave before calling out, “You don’t have my phone number.”

Alec waves his hand, forming purple swirls in the air. There’s a grin on his face when he answers, “I got it.”

**********

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[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

“Where were you?” Alec asks sharply as soon as Magnus enters the loft.

“I had a client.”

“I thought you didn’t have any clients today.” Alec remarks.

“Sone kind of emergency.” Magnus replies and avoids Alec’s eyes.

Alec groans and pushes Magnus against the wall. “Why did you leave the party in between?”

Magnus rolls his eyes at him. “I just said there was an emergency.”

He pushes himself against Magnus’s body, pulling a moan out of him. “Stop lying, baby.”

“I’m not.”

“Did you kill him?”

His husband wounds his hands in his hair and pulls at them harshly. “What do you think?”

Alec groans and bites Magnus’s neck. “All he did was touch my arm.”

In a swift movement, Magnus turns them around so that his back was against the wall now. He removes the jacket from his shoulder and opens the first few buttons from his shirt.

“He touched your arm suggestively.” Magnus says heatedly.

“You’re insane.”

Magnus’s eyes darken at that and he snaps his fingers to remove Alec’s clothes. There’s dried up blood on his sleeves.

His husband holds it in his hands and speaks. “I wonder where all this blood came from.”

Alec rolls his eyes. “She was undressing you with her eyes. Right in front of me.”

“And what did you do to her?”

“What do you think?” Alec says, with a deep chill in his voice.

Magnus scratches at his back and leans closer towards his ear. “Who’s the insane one, my Alexander.”

-idk what this is but there’s one Annie who asked for yandere Malec so here it is.

#this one shot will be nothing but chaos #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #my writing

[llinstarr]

Do you have any recommendations for one shots/fanfics of Malec (without changing the characters, like in the books, scenes that could fit in the book.) Thank you <3

#magnusxalec #malec #alexander lightwood bane #alec lightwood #magnus bane #the mortal instruments #alec lightwood bane #magnus lightwood bane #tmi #cassandra clare #the shadowhunter chronicles #fun fiction #one shot #tec #malec fanfic

[captainlilyuniverseworld]

100 Ways (I think you're beautiful)

A/N: These aren't in any order, I'm mainly just picking a line and then deciding on the pairings that fit. If you have any requests (fandoms I write for are in my prof) lemme know :)

50. I think you're beautiful

Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood (role reversal, Alec is a high warlock, Magnus is a shadowhunter)

P.S shoutout to @p0ck3tf0x who's blog I found this awesome list on

***

I Think You're Beautiful

Alec knew three things about Magnus the first time they met each other. The most obvious one, Magnus, was a Shadowhunter. The second, he was an extreme flirt, and the second he saw Alec, all bets were off. And the third was Magnus wore contacts. Not a big deal. There were Shadowhunter’s who wore glasses.

Of course, Alec noticed more things about Magnus as their relationship progressed. He was strong, loyal, and smart. He prefered knives and daggers, up close and personal combat. Alec did not and tried introducing him to other types of weapons. Magnus failed and Alec discovered his may have a bit of a knife kink. (He’d deal with that later). 

Magnus was loyal to a fault, which Alec could understand. It made for heated discussions at times but they never left each other angry. Magnus was a Shadowhunter. It wasn’t bad per say, just not the best. Namely because it made Alec think about his mortality and death and really bad things. 

But, the one that really bugged Alec, though wasn't necessarily a bad quality, it was just annoying. He’d never seen Magnus without his contacts. He told Alec about them after Alec had asked why his eye color kept changing and since then Alec had been curious about his real eye color. He was not, however, prepared for when he actually saw them. 

It was still early when Alec woke up. Magnus was sprawled out on his side of the bed with his arms tucked under his head still sleeping. Alec reached over and ran his fingers through Magnus’s hair. 

“Too early,” Magnus mumbled and swatted at Alec’s hand. 

“Never too early to start the day,” Alec replied. 

“It is when you weren’t out patrolling until three in the morning,” Magnus yawned. 

“Poor thing,” Alec chuckled. “How about I make you a bath and give you a nice long massage afterwards?” 

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Magnus smiled as he opened his eyes. 

Alec sucked in a sharp breath. Magnus wasn’t wearing his contacts. Magnus was in his bed, without clothes and without those damned contacts. 

“What?” Magnus asked. 

“You’re not wearing contacts,” Alec said. 

“Oh…” Magnus gave him a tense smile. “Right. I took them out before I went to bed...I’ll just go put some in.”

“No, don't do that,” Alec grabbed his arm. 

“Why? Most people see them and suddenly I’m the freak…” Magnus looked down. 

Alec reached up and cupped his cheek turning his head so Magnus looked at him. “I don’t believe you’re a freak. Never for one second have I ever thought that alright? Secondly,” he brushed his thumb over Magnus’s cheek bone. “I happen to think you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my hundreds of years.”

#the mortal instruments #prompt list #magnus bane #alec lightwood #one shot #malec #role reversal au

[tea-and-cats-and-books]

I finally got my hands on the 5th TMI graphic novel and they cut all my favorite Alec scenes! 😭 And then it ended on Alec crying! That’s not allowed!

#I understand they needed to cut scenes to make the whole story fit #but I just want Alec #It was nice to see Aline though #maybe more Alec in the next one? #please? #at least keep the Accords Hall kiss #and maybe a shot of Alec introducing Magnus to his parents? #Alec Lightwood #The Mortal Instruments Graphic Novel #The Mortal Instruments

[foodsies4me]

April Malec fic rec!

Thanking @just-add-butter and @ariella9melody for this month's theme which is a double combo of "Outsider's POV" and "Let Alec have friends!" The same rules apply as always, one fic per author, even though all of these authors have other brilliant fics you should be reading and if you want to add your own recs in the comments, tags, or reblogs please feel free to do so! 😊

Also, I have tagged the authors whose Tumblr account I know, but if you'd prefer I not tag you, please tell me! I don't want these to be annoying for the authors.

One-shots:

Enthrallment by @smilebackwards: Magnus' magic being possessive and warlocks reacting to Magnus' magic being possessive, what more could you want? OC POV!

Summary:

It does look a little bad, Parmela thinks, looking at it from outside. As more specialists had been called in for consultation, they’d decamped to one of the larger conference rooms—eschewing attendance at A, B, AB, & O: The Impact of Blood Type on Non Subject Specific Blood Magic, because this was vastly more interesting and potentially important—and there are a round dozen high-level warlocks clustered around Alec, poking at him with magic. Or: Alec attends the Magical Inventions and Advances convention in hopes of recruiting warlocks for another Downworld Cabinet. The warlocks, however, are more interested—and concerned—by the blue magical aura following Alec around.

And I am breaking my own rules by rec-ing a second fic by smilebackwards: Portable Magic

Summary:

Magnus may go slightly overboard helping Alec set up for the book club gathering. Technically, perhaps, he didn’t need to create a signature cocktail or barter a favor to Raphael for O neg blood for the vampires or source the biscotti directly from Italy. But hospitality is important and these are Alec’s friends. He wants to make a good impression. Or: Alec is in a Downworld book club and Magnus finds this unaccountably fascinating.

I'll die on this (Under)hill by @clottedcreamfudge: like all of the fics written by clottedcreamfudge, this fic is downright hilarious. That said, poor Underhill. Underhill POV!

Summary:

The point is, Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood clearly have an intimate knowledge of each other, and it has never once impacted on their work. What it is beginning to impact on, however, is Andrew’s sanity. Because apparently he really is the only one to have noticed it.

Be careful with my best friends heart by TheLostLightwood: A fic in Cat's perspective, who I maintain is one of the best characters in the series and we needed more of her! Cat POV!

Summary:

Catarina Loss had known Magnus for a long time, she had seen him cry, laugh, mourn, get injured and fall in love many times before. But she had never seen him more in love or more broken than she had in this moment. Cat's POV, as Alec is seriously injured in a fight against demons. And Magnus well he...

Alec's Little Ducklings by @to-the-stars-writing (this will be one of two recs for to the stars because I am being very bad at keeping to my rules this time around). Alec gets hurt and all of his friends appear to take care of him!

Summary:

After Alec's hurt coming home from the Hunter's Moon, he's left laid up in bed when the drug they gave him prevents his injuries from being healed by angelic or magical powers. Magnus is fully prepared to do take care of his stubborn boyfriend, only to find out that there are a few other people who are more than willing to offer their help.

the right thing by @cuubism: As the summary says, Alec's first speech as the Inquisitor doesn't go exactly as planned. Izzy POV!

Summary:

Alec's first speech as Inquisitor doesn't go exactly as planned.

nock. draw. release by chaidrivenwhore: A non human POV, but a weapon POV! Alec's bow to be specific!

the bow and arrows had tempted many, but this specific one, with its curved limbs engraved with angelic runes and sharp arrows, straight and unbending, had called out to a nine year old alexander lightwood like no other had.

Multi-chapter fics or series:

Families of Choice by MonPetitTresor, a recommendation made by @ariella9melody that I can only agree with because this fic is wonderful (as are all fics my MonPetitTresor).

Summary:

Life at the Institute takes a turn for the worse for Alec. When he's alone with nowhere else to turn, his siblings step up and help him find his feet once more with help from a few new friends along the way. Between them, Alec finally gets a chance to realize that the world doesn't begin and end with being a Shadowhunter, and there's more out there for him, so long as he's got the courage to reach out and grab it.

ask the always impossible of me by @faejilly: Some very nice Aline and Alec friendship!

Summary:

Just for one night, a magical ball where anyone can meet, when anything is possible... And that's just the beginning.

Running from the Night by @to-the-stars-writing: I love how Stars depicts Alec's struggles with his mental health and there are a lot of friends for Alec in this one!

Summary:

For a long time, Alec had felt like his life was held together by strings tied on him by the Clave, his parents, his siblings. Strings that pulled and tugged him in every which direction, heedless of the bruises and blood left behind. As much as they hurt, some days they’d been the only thing to hold him together. That is, up until the moment Alec stood on the shores of Lake Lyn and faced the death of the one person who held a piece of his soul, and the lies that followed his mysterious resurrection. There, on the shores of Lake Lyn, those strings finally pulled too hard, and Alec broke. With the permission of the Inquisitor, and the help of the warlock who Alec had wanted so desperately to allow himself to fall for (and had been terrified to do more than smile at his flirting) Alec walked away from everything and everyone. He left New York behind and made himself a home in the small town of Prayer – a joke Magnus found particularly funny. But, two years after that fateful night, Alec’s old life comes knocking, and those strings he thought he’d finally cut are tugging him home. Back to the place he never wanted to have to see again. At least this time, he’s not facing it alone.

#fic rec #these ended up mainly being one shots #and outsider POV's #because most of the Alec friendship fics involve Alec being best friends with Clary #and I just don't like her as a character #so I generally skip those #and by generally I mean by nearly always #the Alec's ducklings being an exception #just for the other characters involved #my life would be so much easier if my brain didn't go NOPE each time a Clary & Alec friendship got mentioned tbh

[alexanderlightweight]

So for your Writing Wednesday, would it be possible to get a different meeting for Male where Magnus sees Alex for the first time as he 'deals' with an out of line Shadowhunter from a different area. All of Alec's Shadowhunters just cluck their tongues about poorly prepared outsiders (or something like that). I love reading all your stuff!

Ah I love seeing your kudos pictures and cookie!

Ahaha I kind of went off with this prompt because when I started writing i couldn’t stop

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Magnus barely manages to duck the blade that nearly gets his arm, his spell fading as he avoids adamas.

He spits out a curse and shoves the shadowhunter away from him.

And then the shadowhunter is down, a harsh yelp coming from his lips and an arrow from his shoulder. And Magnus watches as his attacker is being stepped on, a boot sharply pressing into his spine.

There is a new, aggressively dressed and nearly heavily armed group of shadowhunters.

The one stepping on Magnus’ would-be-murderer is an archer from the bow he wields and the arrow he launched. The red of its feathers match the ones in his quiver and Magnus watches as he looks down and grinds his heel into vertebrae.

Magnus’ attacker's face is pressed into the dirt, his cries of pain muffled by ichor soaked dirt as the archer pulls out his arrow.

The archer, a nephilim commander by the respect he’s shown, scoffs and wipes the bloodied arrowhead on the downed shadowhunters back.

Magnus has seen shadowhunter punishments.

He’s been across and on the same battlefield as nephilim warriors enough times to recognize its brutal efficiency.

But he’s never had it directed or doled out on his behalf.

And there’s every likelihood that this is only a tactical choice, seeing as Magnus is the only one on sight who is capable of closing the rift.

But Magnus still finds himself charmed.

As Cat would say, the bar is lower than Edom for shadowhunters.

“Someone get this disappointment of a hunter off of my battlefield!” The shadowhunter says voice deep and low and it rings across the small strip of sand and mud that Magnus has been desperately protecting while trying to close a colossal rift.

Dark eyes glance to him and widen and Magnus and several shadowhunters watch in shock as he misses a step, his booted heel crushing the man’s hand.

Magnus’ hunter looks down in consternation before he rolls his eyes. “Useless.” He mutters like it’s the man’s fault for being shot and having his fingers and spine tap-danced on. “Track what Institute they came from and tell them to stay out of my territory unless I ask for help. Idiots can’t be trusted not to fire on obvious allies.”

He walks towards Magnus carefully, bow out but unnotched and blade inactive at his thigh.

“Alec Lightwood, acting Commander and Head of the New York Institute.” And he’s younger than Magnus thought, with a still-healing nick through his eyebrow and blood at his jaw.

To anyone else he might look terrifying, with his dark scowl and the nearly feral way he’s assessing his surroundings.

To Magnus, he looks terrifyingly brilliant, like a comet that you’ll miss if you blink.

“Magnus Bane,” Magnus doesn’t add his titles because any decent commander, acting or otherwise should know him by name.

Alec’s eyes widen a bit, he definitely knows of Magnus then, but he seems more relieved than horrified.

“So if my hunters keep them clear of you, you can close the rift?”

Magnus nods, sharp and serious because this commander — Alec, perhaps Alexander — did take down another shadowhunter on Magnus' behalf.

“Protect the High Warlock of Brooklyn at every cost.” Alexander says, turning to his teams. There is a heavy emphasis on Magnus’ title and two of his gathered seven teams break off to surround Magnus.

They don’t hesitate, putting their backs to Magnus like it’s a natural occurrence, to have a furious and magically explosive warlock at their backs.

“I’ve wasted quite a bit of magical power.” Magnus admits, and his voice is cold because it’s a weakness he doesn’t want to share. But passing out unconscious in a group of admittedly, not-yet-terrible shadowhunters is not something Magnus wants to risk.

It’s unspoken that Magnus wasted that power because he was protecting himself from the demons and shadowhunters, while also still helping the shadowhunters.

Instead of being able to focus on the rift.

“Mirai.” Alexander is ordering and a woman with tight curls and sharp brown eyes steps away from the circle around Magnus. “We’ll switch positions. I’ll direct from the rear—“ he turns to Magnhs and steps closer, his hand held out. “You can take what you need, just leave me alert enough to direct my people. They’re competent enough to protect us until the rift is closed.”

There was a hint of threat in his tone and the shadowhunter he called Mirai is saying something into her earpiece.

“Of course sir, I’ll keep everyone in line. If we fall, you’ll fall last.” And Mirai gives a perfunctory nod and then takes off to create a larger and more secure perimeter.

It’s the first time Magnus has been able to catch his breath since he portaled in and he takes a moment to just inhale and exhale.

A flask is being pressed to his hands and Magnus is about to use magic to check it for poison when it’s taken back and he watches as Alexander unscrews it and sips, several deep gulps and Magnus can see the shine of water against his lips.

Magnus is suddenly a man dying of thirst.

He takes the flask when it’s passed over this time and doesn’t have to use any magic, just drinks the surprisingly cool water and feels it soothe his throat.

He finishes it and when he hands it back, he watches Alexander screw the lid back on and toss it to one of his hunters.

Alec holds out a large, calloused hand and Magnus takes it.

It’s dusty and dry and Magnus never wants to let go.

“Let me fall if I start to waver.” Alexander tells him as he stands next to Magnus, covering his back and side as best he can. “I won’t get a concussion with ground this soft and my hunters won’t break the perimeter to ease my muscles. Better to concentrate on the rift and any stragglers.”

Magnus laughs, a sharp bold thing that breaks across the screams of demons and the swears of shadowhunters.

“I’d have to let you go, for you to fall.” Magnus quips as he tightens his grip on Alexander's hand. And Magnus smiles, a soft thing that’s not fit for a battlefield but that spreads softly across his mouth. “And I don’t think I’m inclined to that.”

#shadowhunters #magnus bane #malec #alec lightwood #immortal husbands #writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #prompt fill #prompt fic #lumine writes #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets #shadowhunters au

[khaleesiofalicante]

“We need to talk about Minerva,” Magnus tells him, and Alec’s heart almost stops.

Oh god. It’s happening. It’s happening.

“What’s wrong?” Alec asks as he pushes his iPad from his lap, where an email from the current governor waits for his advice on a healthcare bill.

Something has happened for sure.

Maybe she is doing drugs.

Wait. No. That’s not a flaw.

Maybe she is selling drugs.

How an 11 year is selling drugs in middle school is not something he will understand. But he wouldn’t put it past a Lightwood-Bane.

A little fluffy one-shot about TLND Malec and Minerva.

You can read the one shot here on ao3 :)

#malec #true love never dies #tlnd #minerva lightwood bane #magnus bane #alec lightwood #dani writes stuff

[allinestarr]

Competitive Part 5

Sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy! - Alline 

Alec Lightwood x Fem Reader

Slowly you blink yourself awake. Looking around you realize you’re in Magnus’s home. The next thing you notice is you can’t move cause you’re tied down to a chair. After a few minutes of trying to shimmy your way out of the ropes you gave up. You’re next thought was attempting to knock yourself down and break the chair but as soon as you tried Magnus and the rest of the team walked in.

“ I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Not only is that my favorite antique Dutch chair, the ropes are magically bound so you couldn’t get them off if you tried.” Magnus smirked.

“ Y/N please don’t be mad at us. This is for your own good. Ever since you got back from that warehouse you've been acting strange. It’s like… you’ve changed. We think you might be under its influence so we asked Magnus and he agreed to help. Since we can't talk to you we had to take matters into our own hand. The only way to find out is to go inside your mind. And... its going to hurt. Im sorry but its for the best.” Jace sighed. 

The elixir kept most of your emotions at bay but the one you couldn’t control was the rage. You thrashed around like a bull in pure rage while Izzy and Clary looked away. Magnus came behind you and put his hands on the sides of your head. A blue light emitted from his hands while he said something in latin. It was excruciating and you screamed in agony. Blood started to drip from your nose and ears as you started to feel weak and light headed. Memories of your childhood flashed before you. Your Parabati ceremony. The moment you realized you were in love with Alec…Then you saw the warehouse. The demon mocking you while you fought with every ounce of strength you had till you killed him. And the pain, the unbearable pain. It felt like poison was coursing through your veins and your skin felt like lava. Then came the nightmares and sleepless nights. And then…nothing. Like everything after that was blocked. He took his hands away with a sigh. There was only one thing he knew did that. An elixir that numbs a persons emotions, takes away there dreams until they are noting but a walking, talking empty shell. Magnus undid the spell on the ropes and Jace and Alec carried you to the couch. Jace activated your healing rune while you were passed out. 

“ Well I know what's wrong with her.” Magnus said.

“ What is it?” Izzy anxiously asked.

“ She's not under any spell or influence from the demon. She suffered a lot after defeating the demon. The pain she felt… I could still feel it. Pure agony. While she was able to heal physically, she was still suffering with nightmares so terrible she eventually stopped sleeping. After that its all dark, no memories. Theres only one thing that can do that. An elixir that numbs you to any emotion. You basically become an empty shell. It can be permanent if taken for a long time. Some people have even gone mad from it. I can prepare her an elixir to help with the withdraw once she stops, but its her choice.”

Izzy sat down in shock. Jace hugged Clary while she cried and Alec looked down in disbelief. Suddenly you were up holding your bow with an arrow loaded towards Magnus. 

“ First, I will never forgive any of you for this. Especially you Izzy. My parabatai. We took an oath to eachother!You broke that when you let him do this to me. Second, you’re going to lower the wards and let me go cause you and I know I'm the quickest shot here and Ill have an arrow through your chest before you can wave your hand. Now do it.” you snarled. 

Magnus looked at you in shock but knew you were telling the truth. He sighed as he lowered the wards. You walked backwards with hands still around your bow and when you felt the door you opened it quickly. 

“ This is my final warning. All of you, stay away from me. If you ever try anything like this again, I will kill you. All of you.” 

You quickly ran down the hall and jumped out the window landing on your feet and ran as fast as you could to the only person who could help you now. Sookie. She was already waiting outside for you when you arrived at her house. 

“ Sookie thanks for meeting me. I need a favor, I promise its the last ill ask.” 

She looked at you questionably while she sat next to you on her couch. 

“ They know about the elixirs. They tricked me and kidnapped me and had Magnus look inside my head. They betrayed me and violated the only privacy I had in my mind. I want to leave but I know they will find me especially with my parabatai bond. I want you to cloak me. I need to focus on the only important thing at this moment which is to find and kill Valentine. Will you do it?” you pleaded. 

“ I don't know y/n. You know I care a lot about you but it could get really dangerous by yourself. Without the help of the clave and your friends, you could get yourself killed.” she cried. 

“ I can take care of myself and at the first sign of danger I will come back, I promise. You can do a tracking spell on me to know where I am so you know im ok and ill check in with you. But please, don't tell them where I am at any point.” 

She looked at you defeated knowing there was no way of talking you out of it but respected your wishes as she prepared the spells. After she finished you thanked her and made your way outside. The institute was the last place you could go and as much as you cared about Raphael and Simon you couldn't trust they would tell Izzy where you were. Your safe house was not an option cause Izzy knew where it was. New York was no longer safe so you decided you’d give Spain a try. Luckily for you the cloak Sookie put over you not only enables them from finding you, it disguises you to look like someone else. So even if they notify the other institutes you’re missing, you couldn't be identified.

P.O.V everyone back at Magnus’s

“Well that didn't go as planed.” 

Everyone looked at Magnus annoyed.

“ State the obvious why don’t you.” Jace rolled his eyes.

“ We need to find her. Valentines out there and everyone’s on guard. Without us she could be in trouble!.” Izzy screamed in frustration.

“Find her and do what!. She can’t be controlled. She’s a loose cannon!. We need to tell the clave. They will know what to do. “ Alec sighed.

“ Are you serious?!. She’s our family!. How could you say that?!. We have to help her even if it means locking her up and forcing her to take the elixir. If I have to spend the rest of my life earning back her forgiveness, so be it. At least we will have her back. Let’s use my parabatai bond to track her.”

Everyone reluctantly agreed but when Izzy tried tracking you, she felt nothing. If it weren’t for the rune still on her skin, she would have thought you were dead.

“ I can’t feel anything. It’s like she doesn’t exist!. Izzy cried.

“ Thats impossible. Hold my hand and I’ll help you find her” Jace said.

Again, nothing.

Magnus portaled them back to the institute. Izzy ran straight to your room but you weren’t there. They searched every inch of the institute and found no trace of you. Clary called Simon but he had no clue where you were. Meanwhile Izzy called Raphael but he said the same thing. Luke couldn’t track your scent anywhere but he promised to have the pack keep an eye out for you. The only other place Izzy could think of was your safe house but when she got there, it was untouched. The only thing they could do was hope you would eventually show up, alive or dead.

6 months later

Madrid had been pretty safe other then the occasional vampire that mistook you for a mundane when you’d take a stroll or meet with some informants at a local down world club. Nothing you couldn’t handle though. Currently you were reading over some intel you acquired about Valentine but it was just a lot of dead ends. The only definite was that he was in NY. In his campaign to destroy the down worlders, he has been recruiting strong humans to turn into shadow hunters. Things were getting serious and you knew you had to go back. You’d still lay low and away from the institute, but still close enough to fight. After a long phone call, Sookie offered to let you stay at her place. It was all settled now.

The flight back felt short and you wished it was longer. Sookie waited at her apartment so it wouldn’t raise any suspicion. As soon as you got there, you started to debrief all you discovered while away and she told you things have been very tense in New York since you left. Valentine had been causing havoc and the institute was barely catching up with him.

“Everyone’s really worried. Even Magnus. Valentine sent hunters to attack warlocks and killed 2. All to send a message. He wants the mortal cup and he knows Clary has it. He still has her mom and he’s growing impatient.”, She sighed.

“ Let’s hope she doesn’t say where. If he gets his hands on it, he could destroy the Down world. I think I’m going to talk to Raphael. He might know more. I’ll keep myself cloaked. I still don’t want Izzy and the team to know.”

As sunset approached you made your way to Brooklyn to see Raphael and decided to wait on the roof till someone eventually came out.

“And who are you?” He asked.

“An old friend.” You smirked.

“I think I would recognize you. I can smell your a shadow hunter but… I’ve never seen you before.”

“You’d think with all the times we’ve had conversations up here, you’d recognize me.”

He pondered for a minute and it clicked in his head. Slowly he grabbed your hand holding you in place as if you’d vanish if he let go and said,

“Y/n”

“ Yes.” You smiled.

“But how and why don’t you look yourself?.” He asked.

“It’s a spell my friend put on me. I had to leave to figure things out. I couldn’t focus on finding Valentine when Izzy was trying to fix me like as if I was broken. They betrayed my trust and I couldn’t stay here. I wish I could have said goodbye or called you but the stakes were to high. I went to Spain and layed low for a while. I tried tracking him down but every time I got close he’d disappear. I got intel he was in NY and came back.”

“You worried us all. We thought you were captured by Valentine or worse, dead. There’s so much to catch up on, follow me I’ll explain everything.”

While you settled down on the couch, he poured you a glass of whiskey and a glass of blood for himself. But before he could start talking, he heard commotion outside the door and opened it to reveal Izzy, Alec, Jace and Clary. Your heart dropped to your stomach and you quickly composed yourself remembering they can’t see you, at least not the real you.

“What do you guys want?. I’m busy.” Raphael sighed.

You exchanged glances with each one but Izzy held your gaze a little longer as if she saw some recognition in you before looking over to Raphael.

“ We think we have a lead on Y/N. A few hours ago I felt a strange feeling and I think it has something to do with her. We think she’s back. We have people looking everywhere and we want to know if you and your coven can help.”

He agreed and sent out some of his coven to look for you. Izzy and the team thanked him but before they left Izzy stoped and looked at you.

“I feel like I know you from somewhere. Have we met?” She asked.

You shook your head and said, “ No, perhaps I’m just another familiar face. I’m Rebecca.”

She smiled and walked up to you holding out her hand for you to shake. Reluctantly you shook it. A little spark ran through your fingers and you quickly let go of her hand. She looked at you puzzled but let it go. The spell Sookie placed still held up but you knew you had to leave because you could feel it wear off. Perhaps the proximity of you two counteracted the spell because of your bond. You looked back at Raphael and said,

“It was nice seeing you. I hope to talk to you soon.” You smiled.

He smiled back and you walked past everyone to leave. Alec’s eyes lingered on you for a couples seconds as you walked away. Once outside you began speed walking and after verifying you were alone, you activated you stamina rune to run as fast as you could back to Sookie’s. When you were just reaching her apartment you were tackled into an alleyway. Getting up quickly you were face to face with Izzy.

“I won’t ask again. Who are you!?.” She snarled.

Before you could say anything, your skin started to glow and you felt light headed. And before you fainted someone grabbed you and you saw a familiar set of eyes looking into you own. It was Alec.

“ Y/N?”, he whispered…

Taglist: @babygirl2022​ @zealouspursecowboydeputy​ @melaniepeep​ @destielshipper88​ @abbiesxox​ @mrs-billyrussooo​

Competitive Masterlist

#Shadow Hunters #the shadowhuter chronicles #shadowhunters #Alec Lightwood #alec lightwood x reader #jace herondale #clary fray #magnus bane #fanfic #izzy lightwood #clary frey

[wwe-supernaturalxbands]

Spotted at Work

Summary: Dean cheated on Reader who is a Lightwood. They date Simon and eventually bump into Dean again

Trigger Warnings: cheating

Dean's P.O.V

I glanced down at the text for the 6th time, 'you're making a mistake and should be ashamed of yourself', of course Sammy wouldn't understand. Y/N is the love of my life and although we've only been together for a few months, I would love to spend the rest of my life with her. However, she doesn't know I'm a hunter, therefore I have to break her heart so she doesn't get sucked into this life, or worse. Killed. That's how I found myself on a Thursday evening, at a bar, the key to her little apartment in my pocket, feeling heavier than it should. She had texted me saying she'd be back by 9pm, which means I have about an hour to find someone to take back. Why? Because I need her to hate me and break up with me to save her life, she's not meant for the hunter life. Before I change my mind, I notice a woman checking me out. I finish my shot and head over to her, I know I need to get her back at the apartment way before Y/N arrives so she can find us in bed together, although I'm not even sure I'll be able to even get it up, Y/N has ruined me for everyone else.

Y/N's P.O.V.

I have to tell Dean about who I am. I have to tell him about not only the shadowworld but that I'm also a Shadowhunter, and not just any Shadowhunter, I'm a Lightwood. I can do this.  As I'm driving, I get a call from Jace, answering, "hello" I asked annoyed. "Are you coming back soon? Can't have you missing the wedding. Magnus and Alec want to have it by next week" he says all in one breath. "Yeah I'll be back, I need to go now" and I hang up, maybe I can bring Sam and Dean to the wedding. As I walk into the apartment I was renting, I felt something was very wrong. I took out my stele and drew on a stealth rune before putting it back away and taking out my seraph blade. I noticed the door was unlocked and walked in, wondering if Dean was home or if he was in danger. As I walked into the living room I heard it, Dean was grunting in pleasure, as well as another woman moaning, in that moment I also heard my heart shatter. I walked into my room and there he was, on top of her. All I could do was stand there, due to my rune activated, it took them about 3 minutes before the woman noticed me and screamed, Dean turning to look at me, unfazed. I unfroze and went to pack my small suitcase, "please don't stop on my account, let me just pack up and leave. Just make sure to leave by the end of the week when my lease is up" I tried to stay strong, the anger evident in my voice but no tears spilling. It wasn't until I was done packing, that I noticed the woman had pushed Dean off and got her clothes, apologizing, I could tell she felt bad because she didn't know he was taken, and Dean, he only sat on the bed. I turned to look at him, again he was unfazed, then I turned to the girl and simply nodded at her and walked out. It wasn't until I was in my car that I let the tears fall. I texted Sam asking if he knew and his only response was 'I'm sorry'. Well fuck.

6 months later

I had been honest with my siblings, they all wanted to go and find the Winchesters to give Dean a piece of their minds but I told them to leave it, that I was done trying to date, Alec and Jace were completely happy with that. Now though there was a knock on my bedroom door, assuming it was one of my siblings I opened it, it was the daylighter, Simon. "Hi Simon" I said smiling, he was adorkable. I had properly met him at the wedding as I was with my father and Max at the LA institute when him and Clary had first found out about the Shadow World. Then I studied mundanes up close and that was how I ended up spending a few months dating Dean. "Hi Y/N, I was hoping to ask you a question" he asked looking down and getting extremely shy, how cute. I nodded, "would you like to go on a date with me? I asked for Alec, Jace, and Izzy's permission before asking!! I even asked your mom" he quickly spills out, I can't help but giggle. Since mom was deruned, she had begun to grow as a person and even reconnected with us, I was more of the forgotten child growing up, with Alec being the perfect soldier, Jace being the perfect son, Izzy being the troublemaker and Max being the baby, I was simply average and lost to the shadows. "Of course!" I told Simon, he smiled, I could see his fangs poking out. I figured since it's been about 6 months since everything with Dean, I was ready to go back out into the world, plus Simon was afraid of all my siblings so I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt me unless he wanted to get killed again. 

4 months later

Dating Simon for the past 4 months has been such an amazing experience. Clary eventually got her memories back, and was back with Jace, who has asked Luke for his permission to propose. As for Izzy, she finally got the courage to ask out Maia and they've been dating for about a month but I can sense that they're meant to be. 

"Jace are you sure this is the place?" I whisper as we walk towards an abandoned warehouse. There had been sightings of a few rogue vampires, about 5 of them but tonight we were all on patrol and meant to take them to Raphael's clan. It was Alec, Jace, Izzy, Clary and me. "Yes this is where Overbeck said they were spotted entering yesterday" he grumbles. We all begin to activate our stealth runes before getting any closer, I get out my sword, which is attachable to the gear I've got. I also double check my boots and ensure I have my seraph and stele. We all look at each other and notice everyone has their respective runes activated and their preferred weapons in hand. As we walk into the warehouse, the first thing I notice is the Winchesters tied up in the middle. They both turn and see us, confused to see me. As soon as they notice us, so do the vampires and we begin to work. 

As we finished and got them all down, Clary created a portal. "I'll take them and you guys figure out what to do with these guys" says Raphael when Alec came back from entering to let the Clan know we had the vampires. As him and a few others took the rogues, Jace and Izzy began to untie Sam and Dean. "Uhh guys, these are Sam and Dean, the ones I told you about like 10 months ago" I state, nervous my brothers and sister will actually kill the Winchesters. Izzy and Jace stop untying and quickly retie them, "we'll just leave them here" Izzy states and her and Jace walk away from them, "WHAT?" Sam asks confused. "Uh yeah my siblings are a little overprotective" I look at the brothers, not really caring if they do stay there, after all Dean did cheat and Sam did know and didn't tell me. Suddenly there's a portal and out walk Simon and Magnus, oh no. "What exactly did you see" Alec asks, always the diplomat, making sure mundanes aren't aware of the shadow world, that's why Mags and Si are here, to erase their memories. "They were vampires, we hunt them" Sam starts, getting ready to do the whole spiel, while Dean doesn't stop staring at me. "Oh they're mundane hunters, I wasn't aware there were still some existing" Magnus says, delighted. "Rogue downworlders can evade the clave for a while and sometimes in being too cautious of the Shadowhunters, they make themselves easy to be spotted by mundane hunters" Magnus explains to us. "Wait, you mean to tell us, we grow up training to protect the mundanes,  and yet there's mundanes stupid enough, that aren't born with the Sight, and go and look for rogue downworlders?" Jace asks, flabbergasted. "I've read about these I also know there's some who kill innocent downworlders, which then the clave does have to get because they know the downworld will fight and it could have broken the accords" Alec says. "You dated a mundane hunter and didn't know" Izzy finally asks me and I tell her I had no idea. "Wait you dated one of these guys" Simon asked, I could tell he was getting insecure, he felt the Winchesters were very good looking. "Unfortunately" is all I mutter and I can tell Dean looks heartbroken. "Ok well, Sherman, you're the vampire, encanto them into forgetting" Magnus tells Simon, who looks alarmed, he still struggles with the encanto. "Vampire? Y/N let us out and we can kill them and then take you to safety" Dean says, starting to struggle with how tight my siblings tied them. I can't help but laugh, "you want to kill my boyfriend and think I'll go with you?" I ask as I grab Si's hand and interlock our fingers together, I can sense the surprise in him, clearly thinking I'd want to be with Dean over him, this poor boy has serious self worth issues but it's ok I'll continue to love him enough for the both of us. The Winchesters look surprised, "Y/N he's a monster, are they all vampires? Did you get turned into one?" Sam begins to question. "One, how dare you call my boyfriend a monster! Simon is so fucking handsome, funny, intelligent, adorkable, and respectful. And he's not a fucking cheater! Also two, out of this group, he's the only vampire, we're all part of the shadow world, one is a warlock, and the rest of us are shadowhunters, we spend our entire lives dedicated to keeping mundanes such as yourselves safe so how about we let you go and you go on and live normal mundane lives while we do our jobs and actually protect you from demons and anyone else that goes rogue" I say, absolutely pissed that they would try to demean my family like that. I just squeeze Si's hand and look at my family, "let's just go home and leave them tied up". Magnus senses how hurt I am and opens a portal to straight to the institute and everyone walks through. As Simon and I are about to walk through I turn to look at the Winchesters one last time, I can sense that Sam managed to untie himself and before he begins to untie Dean, I tell them my final goodbye and to try not to look for us or there will be consequences. 

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester one shot #supernatural one shot #shadowhunters one shot #the mortal instruments one shot #simon lewis x reader

[soulofapatrick]

Safe in your Arms - Alec Lightwood x female reader 

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

Words: 1.7K 

Warnings: none really 

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

Y/N’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Clothes then breakfast?”

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

“Deal.” 

The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

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[carelessflower]

brewing troubles

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

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

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

Oh, oh.

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

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

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

"You-" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

for @malectober day 11 prompt coffee

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

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

Not a prompt, your post CoLS fic got me thinking... would lbotw really happen the same if Malec were broken up? I mean, it was Alec who called Catarina and later rallied the team together, Magnus on the other hand was hellbent on not asking anyone for help and was confident he and Alec could solve it on their own.

Anyway I imagine he just shows up at Alec’s house one night all like "Hi I kind of met Shinyun again and she stabbed me twice with this thorn thing and now I'm dying* and um anyways I kind of wanted to see you before I die."

*Dying because there's no way he'll take the third thorn and become Sammael's minion, he's way too stubborn for that. Plus his whole history of "I hope someone kills me if I ever become evil"

hello laks. Hi.

You got me thinking as well lol. I think it would’ve gone somehow similar but also quite different if malec had not gotten back together.

Like the plot would 100% definitely happen in my opinion. Shinyun and Sammael would still act like their crazy selves lol. But I think Magnus and Alec would def react a bit differently.

It would be less chiller in my opinion? Because remember TLBOTW Alec being horny as fuck??? my mans would be absolutely going insane if he didn’t get to kiss Magnus every five minutes. I think it would be somehow more angsty because like??? how do I express my undying love (from both of them) in a very chill and friendly way?

Magnus would resist more in opening up but what you said is so spot on—this unhinged man would definitely knock on Alec’s door five minutes after getting snapped.

And even if they’re not together, he’d still trust Alec to kill him if he were to turn fully evil. They’re just stupid and insane like that sjsjskskslllljsjs. But my mans alec would be 70000% more unhinged because they don’t have Max here to think about (even though he was unhinged even when max was in the picture lmao)

#Uh. The potential of it all. Someone finish that one shot for me plsssss #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood

[arosesstorm]

untied spell | Alec Lightwood 

words count: idk sorry

gender neutral reader! x Alec Lightwood

warning: angst, my fav

summary: the nigh of Max's party at Bane's, a truth was revealed, a painful one, yours

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

"dear, so glad you came" Magnus welcomed you inside the house, his sharp eyes the first thing that reminded you you were in trap.

"how could I not come, after all, it is Max's party" a sigh escaping your lips as Magnus closed the door behind your back.

"here" he handed you a drink, his mouth close to your ear "I know you and Alexander aren't in the best of terms now but I beg of you let's enjoy the evening"

a light of amusement crossed your face "what the high warlock of Brooklyn says.." a gulp as the drink slide into your throat.

as Magnus looked at you make your way into the living room he couldn't help but sigh "this is going to be a disaster".

as soon as your eyes met Izzies a calming wave washed over your body "so glad I found you" you admitted as soon as the dark haired reached for your arm to interlock with hers.

"So glad you found the right member of the Lightwood family you mean"

you couldn't help but glare as she put her hands up in surrender "alright, got it, I'm sorry".

finding out you were not the only Herondale left was one thing, discovering your younger brother was Jace Wayland was a total different matter.

you would have be the happiest to hear the news if not only the closest friend you had didn't hide it from you.

"for your own good" Alec had said, but it just made you want to throw up.

"you don't have a clue on what's good for me" you had replied the night you had found out.

safe to say, you avoided the man since.

you and Izzy went for the bar, ordering the strongest they had with only a thought in mind, the time of your departure.

"why hasn't Max still arrived?"

"Alec was meant to take him but he's running late"

"as usual" you felt the need to add, as you sipped from your second drink, it was strong.

when you turned to the door again you saw him, his place steady, his eyes hard, all that gloomy act and Alec was still Alec, a ferocious dog without teeth.

"let's go great Max" Isabelle dragged you toward the small circle as you looked at everyone but him.

"my little hunter!" exclaimed the girl hugging the boy thigh as you smiled down at him "guess you'll be my next right arm huh?" you joked ruffling his hair.

"you bet since everyone seems to die when they get close to you" your head shot in Alec's direction, your eyes as thin as those of a fox "what did you just say?"

the man shook his head, looking around for support, "what do you mean?" he asked.

you were about to bark back when Magnus stood between you two, his voice louder "ah! it is a great party, let's leave the celebrated to it".

eyes glaring while you sighed hard, "need another drink".

the rest of the evening went down better than expected, Alec seemed to respect your boundaries, in fact, you were able to avoid him for most of the night.

it wasn't until you saw Clary shot for the bar on the left that something just switched.

"i have to go" you told a tipsy Isabelle as you left the couches, your steps taking you to the terrace when you noticed a door slightly open, someone laying on the floor.

your feet stopped as you regained consciousness, what was going on?

only when you made your way inside the room you spotted a terrified Jace on the right.

"Jace! what is going on?" you asked reaching for who you had recognized was Maryse Lightwood laying unconscious on the floor.

"she tried to kill me!" he spoke, his voice harsh yet panicked, "Maryse?" you asked, too unlikely to be true.

"yes!" he half screamed as he approached you, his eyes wet with tears and his jaw hard.

he was in pain and it pained you too.

your brother, was in pain, your brother, was in pain.

you didn't know how you arrived to that conclusion but suddenly, as bright as day, the culprit's name flashed before your eyes.

Alec.

Alec was the reason your brother was in pain, the reason you yourself were.

you marched out of the room, a surprised Isabelle crossing your path as she got in.

"y/n!" she called for you, but it was late now, you were already half way to the terrace when you spot him.

Lost gaze as he was stearing at the night sky, his back facing you.

he felt someone approaching and was quick to turn around: "y/n.." he had the time to say before you pushed him backwords, hands searching for the daggers behind your back.

"y/n!" he screamed now, his eyes blank as he was glaring at you.

"hiding my brother for me is a thing, but hurting him?" you half screamed, daggers now in view.

then, the unexpected happened, his lips lift into a dark smile as he chuckled "what am I? the bane of your existence?" he laughed.

you were taken aback, losing your steadiness as you stumbled back, his body swinging forward as he took the daggers out of your hands, hitting the ground hard.

"what is going on with you?" Alec asked but you couldn't help but hear "Just say it, we both know what your problem is".

your heart roared as you jumped on him, fist swinging, as he tried to block you as best as he could.

"you know nothing about me!" you screamed.

"I do, I always did" he spoke, as you fell on the concrete, his body steadying you as he positioned himself above you.

"you are not mad at me because I've hidden Jace is your brother, you are mad because you are a worthless piece of shit, the weak of the family and the soft hearted", your hands burning as you were trying to get free, "all this time and you were just trying to run away from your feeling, from your feelings for m-"

"no!" you screamed as your feet kicked him on the back, the boy crawling to the floor.

you looked like an animal, a beast as you jumped to Alec's lap, your fist white as you aimed for his face.

"you have to stay away from me!" you screamed, gatting the dagger from the ground as you pressed it to Alec's throat.

your eyes watery as ho looked at you sympathetically.

"y/n!" you heard a voice as you suddenly snapped out of it.

your hands trembling as you throw the dagger away, looking at Alec on the ground, his eyes soft, in pain.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, quickly getting on your feet again.

Magnus rushed forward as he touched your shoulder softly, "I'm sorry he was-", "he was saying things I-", "I'm sorry".

you felt like throwing up.

"Alec!" Maryse rushed forward, kneeling on the ground, "what happened?"

"I'm fine" he breathed, his eyes glued to his opponent's face.

"y/n" the boy spoke, getting on his feet "are you alright?".

"have you all lost your minds?" Maryse barked, shooting for Jace who was now standing behind you and Magnus.

"you almost killed me!"

"do you all hear what she is saying to me?"

"Jace" Clary touched the man's shoulder as Simon entered the room.

"what is wrong?" he asked, "Maia is by the bar if you are wondering" Clary blunted stern.

"something's wrong" you heard Magnus whisper as he left your side, making his way inside the apartment.

"don't you ever spoke to me again" you stated with gritted teeth, eyes wet with tears as Alec looked at you with that same very eyes.

"don't be ridiculous" he answered.

you turned your back as you left the crowd, your brother trying to reach you but failing.

you had just touched the door's knob as Alec held your arm forcing you to turn around.

"reason with me" he pleaded "let's be logical".

"I can't!" you answered with a ferocity that broke the man's heart.

"you know why" a string seemed to unlace inside your head and your vision cleared again, but it didn't change the fact that it was obvious now, at least to you.

"y/n" he breathed.

"we know why" and you left the room praying for the night to end painlessly.

part 2?

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mia

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[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Stars Around My Scars

Chapter 3 - My Knuckles Were Bruised Like Violets (Read on Ao3)

TW// Discussion of suicide; violence

In the end, Magnus’s curiosity won out.

He gently cleared his throat. “You didn’t, uh, answer my question.”

Alec shot him a dirty side eye, but atleast he didn’t look like he was about to snap at Magnus again. “What?”

“Your- derunement.” Magnus met his eye. “Why did it happen?”

Alec paused a moment, as if contemplating giving an answer, but he silently turned back to his eggs. “I’m not a murderer or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Then-“

“Not a molestor, either,” Alec put it even before Magnus could finish his sentence.

“Well, there had to have been a reason, right?”

“There was,” Alec said, putting down his fork with a clang. “And it’s none of your business.”

“All right,” Magnus conceded with a roll of his eyes. He clearly wasn’t going to get an answer from Alec on this matter. “Would you like anything else? Tea? Coffee?”

“Can I leave this interrogation after?” Alec raised an eyebrow.

“This isn’t an interrogation,” Magnus said, exasperated.

“Really?” Alec said dryly. “Because it feels like one.”

“Well, if you’re going to be staying here, I need to know all about-“

“Who says I’m going to stay here?” Alec frowned. “Look, forget about- whatever agenda you have for me, okay? I’m leaving this house, whether you’re liking it or not-“

“Leave just to what - kill yourself?” Magnus protested. “I’m not gonna let you do that!”

“Why? What’s it to you if I kill myself?!” Alec’s voice rose a few octaves. “It’s not your life- what does it matter to you?!”

“Because it does matter!” Magnus exclaimed. “It may not matter to me, but it does matter! Your life matters!”

“What? This life? This shit life?” Alec let out a sound that could’ve been a laugh or a sob. “You wouldn’t say that if you knew-“

Alec clamped his own mouth shut before he could let slip anything. Magnus stared at him, the two of them locked into a stalemate. From somewhere else in the house, Chairman was meowing contentedly.

The tension was still there, thicker than ever before.

"Alec," Magnus said at last, gentle but firm. "I understand how you feel - you've been cast out of your community, lost everything you've ever known… your family, your identity-"

"And reminding me of all that is somehow supposed to make me feel better?!" Alec snapped.

"I'm trying to tell you that getting deruned is not the end of the world!" Magnus exclaimed. "It's horrible, yes, but this means you need to start over, not kill yourself!"

"And how do you expect me to do that, huh?!" Alec shouted.

"That's what you need to figure out," Magnus said. He could feel Alec losing his temper, could feel the tension in his own blood begin to rise. For both their sakes, however, Magnus had to keep him calm. "Find a place to live, learn some skills, learn how to live like a mundane, but killing yourself is not the solution!"

"You don't understand!" Alec gritted out through ground teeth. "I'd rather die than live like- like-"

"Like a mundane?" Magnus raised an eyebrow. "God, you Nephilim and your self-supposed superiority. You'd rather die than live like one of the lesser-thans, is that it?"

Alec flushed. "That's not-"

"Oh, I know exactly what you mean," Magnus scoffed. "I should've expected this from a Lightwood."

Alec scowled. "What does my family have to do with this?"

"Oh, they have everything to do with this," Magnus spat out. "Like parents, like spawn. They get exiled, you get deruned. God knows what heinous things you've done. Tortured a werewolf child or two yourself, didn't you?"

A terrible silence fell over the room. A second passed, then two.

Inside Magnus’s head, both his braincells whispered simultaneously, Fuck.

Magnus almost began to regret his words. Almost.

And then Alec punched him.

Magnus barely had time to recover from the first blow before Alec punched him in the face again.

Alec may have been deruned, but he still had years and years of training and honed strength. The second punch had him reeling to the ground, and by the time he rolled onto his back, Alec was on him once more.

"You bastard," Alec hissed as hdropped is knees hit the ground - one on either side of Magnus’s hips - with a painful thud. He swung at Magnus again, who caught it with one of his hands, but then Alec’s free hand was around Magnus’s throat. “My parents would never- they are honourable Nephilim!”

“Alec!” Magnus gasped. “Stop… this…”

“They would never!” Alec shouted, his hand tightening around Magnus’s throat.

“You-“ Magnus caught at Alec’s arm - the one currently choking him - sending a strong magical current through his body that momentarily paralysed him, loosening his taut muscles. Magnus flipped him over, reversing their positions, both of Magnus’s hands going to Alec’s throat.

“Your parents may be honorable now, but they weren’t back then,” Magnus said. Alec was gasping, fingers flitting about Magnus’s wrists as if he wasn’t sure what to do. “I’m sorry you’re hearing about it this way, but this is the truth, Alec, and-“

Before Magnus could even finish his sentence, Alec grasped at Magnus’s hands - but he wasn’t trying to pull them away, his grip was tight, and-

“Harder,” moaned Alec.

Magnus immediately pulled his hands away, heat immediately rising to his face, feeling almost violated.

And then his remaining senses returned to him and he wanted to die in a ditch and have his remains crawl into a ball of shame.

“Why’d you stop?” Alec grumbled, his voice hoarse. He weakly grabbed at Magnus’s hands, pulling them towards his neck. “Go on, finish me off.”

Magnus shuddered, snatching his hands away and climbing off Alec, almost falling on his butt in his haste to get away. “Get the hell out of my sight.”

Alec propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Magnus. “Does this mean I can leave?”

“No,” Magnus said. “Go to your room.”

Alec pouted. Then he rolled his eyes and stood up anyway, grumbling. “Fine.”

Magnus watched him leave, until Alec stopped at the entrance to the hallway and turned around.

“Can we do that again, except you choke me until I-“

“Go!”

“Ass,” Alec muttered, and headed into his bedroom.

Once the door fell shut, Magnus laid back onto the floor and huffed out a breath. He buried his face in his hands and let out a loud, muffled groan.

This was a mess.

Magnus needed help, and he needed it immediately.

He pulled out his phone, opened his contacts and contemplated who to call.

No one in his contacts would obviously be willing to play housemaid to a crazed suicidal Nephilim, but atleast he could count on someone to give him advice.

Catarina would be the most helpful, he supposed, but only after a thorough dissection and psychoanalysis of his latest choices. Once Magnus trudged through all of that, however, she was a nurse and she’d seen a lot of suicidal crazed idiots.

But crazed Nephilim in general? Ragnor was the expert on that. He’d had years of experience teaching at the Shadowhunter Academy, and if anyone needed help keeping a Shadowhunter in line, Ragnor was the man.

Or he supposed he could call Raphael - he doubted Raphael would even pick the call, but Raphael was, after all, the reason he was in this situation and might have some insight on Alec, something Magnus might have missed the night before.

Magnus contemplated a long time, and then calling his chosen contact he set the ringing phone to his ear.

*******

Because of your choice last chapter,

Alec still doesn’t trust Magnus

Magnus is now incredibly wary of Alec

#sams #fic 100 #malec #malec fic