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magnus-the-maqnificent · 1 year

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Stars Around My Scars

Chapter 1 - All Eyes On Me (Read on Ao3)

“Why me?” Magnus asked at last.

“Because,” Raphael said, his voice thin and drawn. “Ragnor, and every other warlock I’ve called have decided that this situation is exactly your type.”

Magnus frowned. “How many warlocks did you call before me? Actually, wait, don’t answer that. What do you mean this situation is my type?”

“Shadowhunter,” Raphael said, and it all clicked into place.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard but I don’t-“

“Black hair, blue eyes,” Raphael went on as if he hadn’t heard Magnus. “Lost cause who needs saving. Death wish? Definitely. Come here as soon as you can.”

I don’t involve myself with Shadowhunters anymore, Magnus had wanted to say, but it didn’t matter. Raphael had already cut the call.

Magnus sighed and dropped his phone to the side, locking eyes with Chairman Meow who'd been sitting on the floor next to the coffee table, watching him with his beady green cat eyes ever since Raphael called him two minutes ago.

“I guess I’ll be going off to the Hotel Dumort, then,” Magnus said.

Chairman meowed.

All Magnus was told about this situation was “a violation of the Accords” and “we need you here NOW”. Oh, and that apparently the perpetrator was a Shadowhunter. Raphael had said he was ‘Magnus’s type’ - as if Magnus would seduce a Shadowhunter into leaving the Downworld alone.

Besides, if a Shadowhunter was wrecking havoc at the Hotel Dumort, Magnus doubted he could be seduced by a warlock anyways.

But when he portalled into the foyer of the Hotel Dumort, there was no havoc. There was only silence.

“Raphael!” Magnus called out. Faint echoes of his own voice reached his ears, followed immediately by a voice from right behind him.

“There you are.”

Magnus jumped and whirled around, calming down when he saw it was just Raphael.

“Damn you vampires and your silent footsteps,” Magnus cursed silently. Raphael didn't grace him with a reply.

“He’s in there,” Raphael cocked his head in the direction of what Magnus recognised to be the ballroom. Well, the former ballroom. No balls had been held in there for the past few decades, atleast not to Magnus’s knowledge.

“What’s the problem?” Magnus asked. “Because there doesn’t seem to be one.”

"Walk and talk," Raphael grumbled, gesturing at Magnus to follow him as he turned on his heel and headed into the ballroom.

"He came in here a while ago," Raphael said. "And has been goading the clan into sucking his blood."

"What?" Magnus knitted his eyebrows. "Why would he-"

"I don't know," Raphael almost growled, clearly agitated at the situation. "I've kept the clan at bay so far but I can't hold them for long. The Shadowhunter entered the Hotel at his own will, technically we are at liberty to do with him as we please, but-"

"He's a Shadowhunter," Magnus murmured. He had entered the ballroom now, and throes of Vampires parted at the sight of him and Raphael, giving way to the middle of the room. "If he dies here, the rest of them will come down on you."

"Precisely," Raphael said, his voice clipped. "Stop him."

Magnus stepped ahead of Raphael, making his way through the vampires as quickly as he could. The last of the crowd gave way, and then Magnus saw the Shadowhunter for the first time.

He was sitting cross-legged in the center of the room, head bowed, a pale finger tracing something in the dirt lined floor. If Raphael hadn't told Magnus he was a Shadowhunter, Magnus would've thought he was a mundane - he was certainly dressed like one, in a gray sweater too large for him and similarly oversized jeans.

The boy must've heard Magnus’s footsteps, for he raised his head, cold blue eyes cutting across Magnus’s gaze.

Something about that gaze troubled Magnus. There was something hollow in there, almost dead.

There was also something familiar about him.

"Is that…?" Magnus murmured.

"Maryse Lightwood's brat?" said Raphael, who had by now caught up to Magnus. "Yes."

Another piece clicked into place.

"Well, then there's definitely something shady going on," Magnus whispered to him.

"What are you talking about?"

Magnus whirled, looking once again at the Shadowhunter.

"If you're talking about me," he said, "You might as well say it to my face."

Magnus briefly locked eyes with Raphael, and then stepped forward.

"What do you want, Shadowhunter?" He asked, loud and firm.

The Shadowhunter was silent a moment, then he tilted his head, the way Chairman did sometimes when he assessed a stranger, and said, "I want to die."

Magnus was stumped.

He blinked, once, then twice, and quickly recovering from his stupor he asked, "Why?"

"It's none of your business," The Shadowhunter said hurriedly. "I don't see how any of this is your business, in fact. I want to die, and I know vampires love Nephilim blood. I get what I want, and they get what they want."

"Except for the part where they turn you into a vampire instead of keeping you dead," Magnus pointed out. "Or mommy and daddy come after all of us for murdering their baby boy. They're notoriously famous for that."

"I wouldn’t mind that. Becoming a vampire," The Shadowhunter said, to Magnus’s surprise. "And as for the other thing…" Something shuttered close in his eyes. "You won't have to worry about my family coming down on you. You won't have to worry about any Shadowhunter coming down on you, in fact."

The boy raised his hands, palms facing himself, and it took Magnus a moment to realise what was wrong with them.

There was no Voyance rune on either of his hands.

"As far as they're concerned," he said, and now his voice was hollow too. "I am no longer one of them."

Magnus liked to imagine he had two brain cells. A back one and a front one.

The back one was fast - it did all the legwork and simply gave Magnus the information he needed in that moment. The front one, though somewhat slow, told him what he needed to do with the information he had.

Right now, the back brain cell was telling him, The Shadowhunter for some reason got deruned and is now practically a mundane in the eyes of the Law.

All the front one was willing to give him was, Fuck.

There was murmuring breaking out among the vampires now. Magnus couldn't hear what they were saying, but he suspected the gist of it was something like, Well, if he's deruned, there's no harm in drinking his blood and killing him, right?

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP! NO ONE IS GOING TO DRAIN THE LIGHTWOOD BOY!" Raphael yelled, confirming Magnus’s thoughts.

"Lady Camille would've let us drain him," a vampire muttered sullenly from someone behind.

"Dale!" another vampire hissed from nearby, this one a woman. "We don't mention Lady Camille around Magnus Bane, remember?"

Magnus raised an eyebrow at Raphael. Raphael simply shrugged.

"Simply trying to spare your feelings," he said.

Magnus sighed. "Nevermind that. Now-" He turned back to the Nephilim boy, who was still sitting on the ground, eyes flitting among the vampires - who were still muttering in spite of Raphael's orders. "What about him?"

"You have to get him out of here," Raphael hissed. "Now."

Before Magnus could even think of what to do next, the Shadowhunter stood up in one swift move, graceful even with the lack of runes. Just as swiftly, he brought his wrist to his mouth, teeth tearing at pale skin.

The dirt on the floor quickly soaked up the splash of deep red blood that landed on it.

Like a ripple, the smell of fresh Angelic blood hit the noses of every single vampire in the room.

Behind Magnus, Raphael swore in a low voice.

"So," the Shadowhunter said. "Who wants to go first?"

In the silence that followed, one could hear each drop of the Nephilim's blood hit the floor.

Plop.

There was a stain of blood red on the Shadowhunter's teeth and lips.

Plop.

The vampires looked on, eyes wide and nostrils dilated. Magnus heard a click behind him as someone's fangs popped out.

Plop.

Magnus had to act, and fast.

#fic 100 #sams #it's here!!!#i have a feeling about which option will win but hmm lets see #malec #malec fics

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banesapothecary · 5 months

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how the grinch got them arrested on christmas read on ao3

“This is not what I had in mind when I suggested we should travel over Christmas,” Alec says drily. The arid heat is just as he remembers, though he knows he’s never been here specifically. Once you’ve seen one dimension of hell, you really have seen them all, he thinks.

Magnus sighs, the sound longsuffering and exhausted in a way that makes Alec pull him against his side. “Believe me, darling, this is not how I pictured our holiday, either.” He lays his head on Alec’s shoulder for a moment before straightening. “Alright, let’s find a way out of here. The boys will be furious if they wake up and Santa hasn’t come.”

Alec snorts, slipping his hand into Magnus’s and following his husband. “Just once, I’d like to see a dimension of heaven,” he says. “We’ve been to hell three times, now. Three , Magnus.”

“You say this like it’s my fault,” Magnus says.

“Well, technically, the first two—"

The ground splits in front of them, a chasm at least 50 feet wide opening up inches from their feet. Alec tugs Magnus back, stumbling and sending the two of them falling back onto the hard ground.

“Are you alright?” Magnus asks, standing as the ground stops shaking. He helps Alec up, brushing some dust from his cheek.

“Yes,” Alec says, tugging Magnus into his arms as his heart beats wildly. “You?” Magnus nods against him, leaving a kiss on his neck.

“Well, this is sweet,” a gravelly voice says behind them. “But we have a no-PDA rule here in [Name of Hell Dimension].”

Magnus steps out of his embrace as Alec turns. A man stands there, though Alec strongly suspects he isn’t a man at all, but the greater demon who controls this realm.

Magnus looks around them. “Is that a problem you encounter often?”

The demon thinks for a moment. “Not really, no. But being alone for over a millennium makes even the thought disgusting,” he concedes.

“Been there,” Magnus mutters under his breath.

“Sorry about the giant tear in the ground,” the demon says. “You two are quick. Could hardly keep up.”

“And that was the best way you could think to stop us?” Magnus asks. The demon only nods.

“So, uh,” Alec says, “any reason you tore a rift into our apartment on Christmas Eve?”

The demon’s eyes light up. “Oh, yes, it’s Christmas! I adore Christmas.”

“Really?” Alec asks.

“Oh, yes!” The demon’s human appearance begins to change, the skin becoming a shade of green that Alec could only describe as reminiscent of the time Max ate three hold cups of green apple j-ello and promptly threw them up on his sweater. “It’s my favorite time of year,” he says with a wistful tone. “Sneaking into mundane homes, stealing away their trees and their presents. It’s a magical time of year.”

Alec frowns, utterly confused, but Magnus lets out a laugh. “You’re the Grinch?”

“What’s a Grinch?” Alec asks as the Grinch nods excitedly.

“The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. He’s a Dr. Suess character,” Magnus tells him. “He lives on a mountain over Whoville, and he steals all of their Christmas decorations, and then at the end he brings them all back and his grows three sizes bigger.”

“Suess took horrible creative liberties,” the demon says with a glum expression that deepens the lines on his forehead. “I never bring anything back. Finders keepers.”

“I don’t think that applies when you steal something,” Magnus says, but the Grinch doesn’t hear him. “So did you inspire the book or did the book inspire you, then?”

The demon ignores his question, and Magnus and Alec share a look. “I was on my way when you two so rudely hijacked my portal,” the Grinch says, rather cross.

“Finders keepers,” Alec says, and the demon nods sagely.

“Very sorry,” Magnus says. “We didn’t intend to ruin your evening. My husband has this thing about investigating when a rift to a dimension of hell opens up in our living room.”

Alec elbows him in the shoulder. “Would you not have investigated if I wasn’t home?”

“Of course not,” Magnus says. “Immediately,” he concedes at Alec’s raised eyebrows. “I would have called Cat to watch the boys first.”

Alec blinks. “We probably should have done that anyway.”

Magnus waves a hand. “They’ll be fine. Their room is the most heavily warded place in the Western hemisphere.”

Alec snorts. “Of course, it is.”

“After Shinyun, I wasn’t taking any chances,” Magnus says.

The demon clears his throat. “The rift opened in your living room? You don’t happen to live in Peru, do you?”

“No,” Magnus says, grinning. “I’m banned from Peru, actually. Bit of a long story.”

“It’s not that long,” Alec says, rolling his eyes. “It involved lots and lots of alcohol. And no, we live in New York. Brooklyn.”

“Oh, I went incredibly off course, then,” the demon says. “I try to change it up year to year. It gets so dull stealing from the same homes each year.”

“I’m sure,” Magnus agrees somberly. “Just to clarify, you don’t mean our world or the people there any trouble other than stealing their Christmas tidings?”

“Oh, yes, of course,” the demon says. “It would ruin all the fun if I destroyed your world. Whose presents would I steal?”

“Great point,” Alec says, shooting Magnus a look. “Hey, usually I have a strong Don’t-Let-Greater-Demons-Into-Our-World policy, but I’m willing to make an exception if you can send us back home in time for Christmas.”

“Oh, sure,” the demon says. “I was about to make a new one now that I’ve tracked you lot down.”

“Friendly guy,” Magnus says under his breath as the demon opens a rift.

“Nicest demon I’ve ever met,” Alec says. “It’s a low bar, though.” Without letting themselves think about it too much, they followed the demon through the rift. Alec blinks as he looks around. “Um. Where are we?”

“Peru,” the demon answers cheerfully.

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” Magnus says as the Peruvian High Council of Warlocks surrounds them.

“You’re still banned, aren’t you?” Alec asks.

“It would seem so,” Magnus says. “Though I am surprised they found me that quickly. I’m almost touched.”

“Is now a bad time to pull the Consul card?” Alec whispers.

“I’d save it a little longer,” Magnus says. “For dramatic purposes, of course.”

“Ironically, this is closer to what I had in mind for a Christmas vacation,” Alec says.

“You imagined us both in handcuffs?” Magnus asks.

“One of us, at least.”

Magnus chokes on a laugh. “Whatever happened to that innocent, blushing Shadowhunter who fell down the stairs after kissing me?”

“You,” Alec says, giving him a pointed look that has Magnus grinning proudly. “You happened.”

“And it’s been the honor of my life to corrupt you,” Magnus says brightly.

“Someone’s in a remarkably good mood considering he’s under arrest,” a woman’s voice says. They look up, finding Tessa leaning against the wall across from the cell they’ve been left in. Her arms are crossed, and she regards them with an arched brow. “You do know it’s Christmas.”

“Of course,” Magnus says. “But you know us, Tessa, dear. Can’t miss out on a single adventure.”

“I, for one, wouldn’t mind missing them every now and then,” Alec says. “Hi, Tessa. Come to bail us out, I hope?”

“Why didn’t you tell them you’re the Consul?” Tessa asks. “You’d both be back home by now. Or you would, at least. I hear the grudge against Magnus is still quite strong.”

“Dramatic effect,” Magnus says as Alec says, “I’m not leaving him in prison .”

Alec and Tessa both roll their eyes. “On second thought, maybe I should.”

Magnus gasps. “That’s not in the Christmas spirit, Alexander.”

“No,” Alec agrees, “but I think our new friend the Grinch would appreciate it.”

“What?” Tessa asks.

“Long story,” Magnus tells her. “I’ll fill you in over hot cocoa if you can sweet talk them into releasing us.”

“Already done,” Tessa smirks.

“What?” Magnus asks. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Dramatic effect,” Tessa says coolly as one of the warlocks from earlier steps out of the shadows and unlocks the cell door. With a snap of his fingers, their cuffs fall open. “I’d portal home now before they change their minds, if I were you,” Tessa adds.

“Come with us,” Alec says, pulling her into a brief hug as he exits the cell. “I’m sure the boys would love to see you.”

Tessa smiles. “I’ll come over with Jem later. We have our own plans this morning.”

“Of course,” Magnus says, kissing her cheek. “The two of you are always welcome.” He held a hand out to Alec. “Home?”

“Please,” Alec says, taking his husband’s hand.

The loft is still quiet when they step through the portal. Magnus pokes his head into the boys room, using magic to muffle the sound of the door as he shuts it.

“Still asleep,” he says, following Alec into their bedroom. “We have time for a shower,” Magnus adds, wiggling his eyebrows.

Alec snorts. “Subtle.”

“You were the one talking about handcuffs earlier, darling,” Magnus says, raising his eyebrows in a challenge. “I suppose I can take a shower by myself. All alone. Without my loving, incredibly attractive husband to—”

“Oh, I didn’t say I wasn’t interested,” Alec interrupts, slipping his hands under Magnus’s shirt.

Magnus’s eyes dip to Alec’s lips in a way that sends heat down his spine, but before he can do anything about it, he hears the sound of their sons’ feet running down the hallway.

“Daddy! Bapak! Did Santa come?” Max asks as he bursts into the room, Rafe not far behind him.

Alec steals a kiss from Magnus before pulling away from him to pick up Max. “Let’s go find out, Blueberry,” he says, kissing his round cheek with a smack.

“Yes,” Magnus says, tousling Rafe’s hair. “Lead the way, Rafe. I bet Santa left both of you something really good.”

Later, once all the presents have been opened, and copious amounts of gingerbread cookies consumed, Magnus summons a book with a bright orange cover. Alec peeks over his shoulder aet the title and barely suppresses a snort. “Boys,” Magnus calls, grinning mischievously at Alec. “Have either of you heard of the Grinch Who Stole Christmas?”

#otherwise known as lacey attempts a crack fic #malec fics #malec fanfic #malec #shadowhunters

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ayearofmalec · 1 year

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Malec as Mythical Creatures #1

And for May we got "Malec as Mythical Creatures" for you!

Today, we got "An Idiot's Guide to Magical Transfiguration" by theprophetlemonade for you.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Summary:

Okay, so turning into a talking cat isn’t exactly step one in Magnus’ plan to woo the Hot Law Student who delivers his takeout, but sometimes you just have to make do.

Link to the fic

Happy reading!

#a year of malec #malec fanfiction #malec #malec as mythical creatures #malec fics #malec fanfic

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k-i-m-b-e-r-l-y · 2 months

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV), The Shadowhunter Chronicles - All Media Types, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray/Jace Wayland, Simon Lewis/Isabelle Lightwood, Magnus Bane & Catarina Loss, Magnus Bane & Clary Fray, Alec Lightwood & Jace Wayland, Alec Lightwood & Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood & Catarina Loss, Clary Fray & Alec Lightwood, Luke Garroway/Maryse Lightwood Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Clary Fray, Jace Wayland, Simon Lewis, Isabelle Lightwood, Maryse Lightwood, Luke Garroway, Lorenzo Rey, Catarina Loss, Andrew Underhill Additional Tags: Cat hates Camille, who am i kidding we all do, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, Alec Lightwood Loves Magnus Bane, Jace Wayland Being an Idiot, Arguing, Alec stands up for himself, Alec and Magnus argue, But they resolve things don’t worry, Magnus overworking himself, Cat and Magnus being best friends, Clary and Alec are friends (kind of ), Jealous Magnus Bane, Alec is a nerd, Clary Izzy and Jace are reckless, good brother alec, Overthinking, Self-Worth Issues, Apologies Summary:

I am really bad at summarise but here we go;) After one mission that wasn’t really a mission goes wrong they promised not to go on another mission without his knowledge but as usual they didn’t hold their promise. Alec gets mistreated by his siblings because they never seem to think about how their actions would affect their big brother. And as they go on another mission Magnus joins them. After he realised he hurt his boyfriend he tries to apologies in a way that makes it clear that he is in fact truly sorry.

#malec #malec fics #magnus bane #alec lightwood #sizzy #clace #jace herondale #clary fairchild #isabelle lightwood

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alexanderlightweight · 11 months

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Someone left a really fucking rude comment on a fic from a fandom I only ever dabbled in because shadowhunter’s was cancelled and it has me laughing

Like… my dear derogatory commenter I don’t even play in this sandbox anymore? All you did was give @saeths and I a laugh and I may have had a little fun at their expense in my reply.

(Look if you have to troll ao3 for fics years old to hate on, you should consider therapy. Better you need better outlets for anger than lashing out at people who owe don’t owe anyone anything)

Like I have no emotional connection to that fandom? I don’t mind if you think it’s trash? But that still doesn’t mean you should talk shit on authors fixs because no author owes anyone anything.

To be specific this is NOT about Shadowhunters.

It’s about a show I dipped my toes into and tried to get into when shadowhunters ended, but I ran away pretty quickly because the show and fandom got pretty toxic. I heard through a friend it’s gotten better but, meh.

I’m sticking to my tidepool of malec and I’m happy with the amazing fandom I’m a part of.

But also like… they could have been completely right that my fic was trash (I barely remember the characters) and it still wouldn’t matter. Because it’s my trash. So stay out of my garbage and it won’t be a problem.

^_^

- lumine

#lumine rambles about things #since it wasn’t shadowhunters it just made me laugh #but a psa because authors don’t deserve this shit #and a lot of older fics are still dear to some authors #I would have been so upset if this was on one of my #malec fics

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 months

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Alec shrugs again and looks at his boyfriend. “Hey, I finished my budget thing earlier than I thought. So, it looks like I won’t be working through the weekend. You wanna go out for lunch tomorrow?”

It’s not a question. It’s a test.

Alec already knows Magnus is going to fail it by coming up with some kind of excuse.

“Oh,” Magnus says. “I thought I could teach Max how to swim. I’ve been meaning to do that forever.”

“Baby, if you need help, we can hire someone-”

“Alexander, do you honestly think we need more staff at this place?” Magnus chuckles.

That's not the point, even if it might be true. There were more staff in this house than residents and while Alec is very much used to that, Magnus is still not.

A short story from the TLND Universe for @tu-vieja-steve 💙

#okay bye I must go work during the weekend now :)))#tlnd #true love never dies #malec #malec fics #my fics

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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 4 months

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Where are you going?” Max asks.

He avoids his gaze, focusing on his shirt buttons, “To see Magnus.”

Max whistles, “I didn’t know you could still get it.”

Alec huffs at the words, “I can definitely get it. You should ask Magnus.”

“Gross.” Max scrunches his nose.

Max crosses the room and lies down on Alec’s bed, his body halfway up as he peers at him through the mirror, “So-“

It’s all so stupid but Alec smiles nonetheless. “So.”

“How does it feel to be reunited with your one true love?” Max asks, tentatively.

How does it feel to be reunited with your one true love?

Like it might kill me if I’m separated from him again.

“It’s been nice.”

“Nice?”

“Hmmm.”

“Come on Dad,” Max whines. “Give me something real.”

Alec turns towards his son and looks him in the eyes as he says, “I don’t know what to tell you, Max. We’re just hanging out.”

“Okay, frat boy.”

Rude.

Alec bullshits his way through the conversation and gets out of the house.

He meets Magnus a few hours later, at Gabriel Kreuther, where the man has booked a private booth for them.

“It’s nice.”

Magnus grins at him, “Nice? I burned half of my pocket to get a reservation here.”

There’s a mischievous smile on his face as he replies, “Don’t be a cheap ass. I know you’re loaded.”

-a little sneak peek before y’all get this bitch of a fic in two hours (ao3 I love u but what’s with the 700 entries. let me post my fic in peace plsss)

#man writing a summary and creating a cover is a bitch #i like the cover part tho #BTLIO #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec fics

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carmenlire · 2 years

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👀 what's the two ride or die canon divergent shadowhunters fics 👀

ahhhhh okay SO! the two malec fics that I am about to rec are literally probably my favorite malec fics of all time. I've reread them both several times and I think I left embarrassingly long comments on both of them. In general, I want to preface these recommendations with the fact that the story-building is literally so good, I'm in awe of the writers. I think both stories show how rich the shadowhunters canon is and how many ways you can explore these characters. Secondly, there's a fair bit of angst involved but trust me-- it's so worth it.

We Break That Way by ifallonblackdays_fics, valfromrome

This story. THIS STORY. You can click on the link and read the official synopsis but I actually went back to my comment and thought i'd offer you a piece of what I thought immediately after finishing it (if it seems a bit disjointed, i deleted anything that might contain spoilers:

Djdkslfhsksl this is the third time I've read this and I love it so much! I like the political intrigue plot. The story itself was incredibly well written and the plot is sophisticated and engaging. Lastly, I like the relationship dynamics in this piece.

I really like gritty pieces when they're well executed. Exploring darker aspects of characters and universes is endlessly fascinating to me but I've only come across a scant few that really dive into alec's psyche and the shadowhunter world at large in a believable, mercenary way. This fic does that in spades. . . . Shadowhunters can sometimes be made out as bumbling fools in the show but they are cold and calculating and raised to be ruthless.. . and I think this had a dazzling balance of emotion vs calculation.

I guess I just want to end this with saying that this story just gets better each time I read it and I really loved everything: the writing, the plot, and those little intricacies that really make a story not just well done but spectacularly put together. Thanks!

My second fic recommendation is the Angelus ex Machina series overall but I want to pay special attention to the first and second part:

The Strength of (un)Broken Bonds (and the sequel) by Blue

oh my gosh.... I love this story so much. I am pretty up front on the fact that I hate Jace in the show but love the idea of the parabatai bond. Well this fic (and the first one mentioned) explore that potential beautifully. I was hanging on every word of this writer's writing and I can't recommend this fic enough for people who feel a little dissatisfied with some of the character relationships and are really intrigued at the sheer potential of shadowhunter biology/canon.

#i would die for both of these fics #i haven't read a malec fic seriously since 2018 #and yet i still have both of these bookmarked #the sheer talent in storytelling is off the charts #malec fics #malec fic recs #asked #answered #sunshinekeyleth #thanks so much for sending this ask!#i was literally so happy when i saw it in my inbox!!!!!#also apparently i have a thing for alec being tortured lmao

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