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foodsies4me · 8 months
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👀🤲 (i feel like these two go together)
An up-and-coming wip: I hesitated about which one I would choose, but given I know you like AWG I ended up choosing the unicorn fic! This idea sprouted because of @kalalab being evil and giving me more and more plot bunnies as I go. The fic follows up on the promise Alec made to Max about how he would be allowed to try and feed strawberries to any unicorns if he finds them because Magnus told him they generally don't like them.
Of course, Max being Max - he isn't going to wait for a unicorn to just appear. No, he's going to go LOOK for one, and the trainee outing they have planned is the perfect opportunity to do so if you ask him.
"And the backpacks?" he asks with a tired sigh, throwing a look at the brand-new backpacks all of the trainees are sporting. Each one of them is so perfectly thought out, so perfectly tailored to the trainees' interests - a Batman backpack with sharks and cartoon characters for Max, a white backpack with sparkly butterflies and fuzzy, blue sharks for Madzie, a waffle with an alien drawn on it for Keith, and a black dragon holding a medal for Arjun - that they could only have been made through magic. Magnus really has to stop spoiling their trainees so much. "They're for the strawberries!" Rara explains loudly, taking her fuzzy, unicorn backpack off of her back to show the three different boxes of strawberries she's put in it. "We also have apples," she whispers behind her hand as if revealing an important secret, "for if the unicorns really don't like strawberries."
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kasirose · 7 months
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A bunch of gifsets of forehead touches rolled up on my dash the other day so of course my malec addled brain said drop everything else and draw them XD
version without the arms under the cut
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loki-nightfire · 5 months
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New art on b🌝🌝sty
sappy and romantic and decent (wow!) + teeny-tiny, but very sweet drabble by Mikkyhunting (ao3)
P.s. planning on not so decent art for Magnus' birthday, be prepared 🦁
Teaser ☝️
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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years
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“You’ve been alive for a long time, right?”
Magnus stopped stirring his coffee and turned around. “Is that a stab at my age?”
“Nope,” Alec replied. “I have a history doubt.”
“Oh!” Magnus said and settled down next to the shadowhunter on the couch. “Do tell.”
Alec chuckled.
Magnus frowned. “What?”
“You got a little excited,” Alec pointed out, chuckling again. “It was cute.”
Magnus rolled his eyes fondly. “What do you want to know? I promise to be unbiased. Unless your question is about Napoleon or Paul Newman. I had beef with both of them.”
Alec smiled. “So. We’ve been to hell.”
“Hm-hm,” Magnus sipped on his coffee. “Who hasn’t, Alexander?”
Alec grinned and shook his head. “Is there a heaven?”
Magnus choked on his coffee a little. “We’re directly diving into the deep questions, are we?”
“I’m just curious. We know there is hell. Multiple hells, in fact. So, like, what about heaven?” Alec asked. “Where does Raziel live?”
“Probably in Los Angeles,” Magnus replied. “He looks like the type.”
“Seriously,” Alec nudged his leg. “Heaven? Does it exist? What’s it like?”
Magnus took a deep breath and put down his mug. “From what I know, no one has really gone there, or at least come back, to tell the tale.”
“Shame,” Alec sighed. “I just thought it might be real. Hell is pretty much like we imagined it to be.”
“Heaven is probably the same,” Magnus shrugged. 
“Angels and golden gates and harps?” Alec asked with a grin.
“Hopefully, there is also WiFi,” Magnus noted seriously. 
Alec laughed. “You’ve never wondered what it’s like?”
“I used to,” Magnus admitted. “I spend a good portion of the 16th century trying to find it.”
“Did you?” Alec asked. 
“No such luck. So, I gave up,” Magnus replied. “I did end up in hell. Twice. I don’t know what that says about me.”
Alec pulled him closer. 
He held Magnus between his arms. 
Magnus wanted to spend his immortal life there. 
“It says that you are incredibly brave and stupidly reckless,” Alec whispered.
“Incredibly brave and stupidly reckless,” Magnus hummed. “Sounds like the nephilim motto.”
Alec pressed a kiss to his cheek and walked over to the bathroom. “You love us.”
“Keep your voice down!” Magnus yelled after him. 
The truth is, Magnus had always believed in heaven. 
The truth is, Magnus had never really given up on his quest to find it. 
And then...And then he had met Alec. 
Heaven made little sense after that. 
Heaven became the space between Alec Lightwood’s arms. 
@malectober
this was supposed to be about hell but it turned into something else lmao. writers y’all know what I'm talking about 😋
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itsthemxze · 8 months
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Mood boards created for Call Me Maybe - a Malec fic by the amazing Sparkles436
Created as part of the Shadowhunters Mini Bang @malecdiscordserver
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carelessflower · 2 years
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brewing troubles
"I've already told you. I'm here to meet Magnu- Mr. Lightwood-Bane. Please, tell him Alec drops by with his coffee. If he's busy I can come back another time." Alec refrained from not being too irritated with the man in front of him, who had refused to let him see Magnus. Alec appreciated Magnus's employees looking out for their boss, but frankly, this was starting to get ridiculous.
The man- Dustin, Alec recalled, scanned him from head to toe, scrutinizing his ruined sweater and otherwise disheveled appearance. It wasn't like Alec planned to get slashed when trying to chase down a mugger, sometimes stuff escalated outside his control. Still, the way Dustin inspected him, like some dirt stuck onto his boots and refused to give in, irritated Alec.
"Meeting Magnus? You? Please, don't they have any mirror where you come from?" Dustin snickered, his eyes sparked venom. "Geez, I'm impressed by the audacity alone. I've met plenty of social climbers, but none of them looked this boring."
Oh, oh.
With pieces connected, Alec didn't know whether to feel amused, exasperated, or angry. It appeared Magnus forgot to mention how one of his secretaries had the hots for him. Alec didn't blame them, except he did because well, Magnus was his. Plain and simple. Nathaniel and Erik and Laura and Dustin and other million names Alec definitely didn't give a shit about could suck it. 
When he had the two cups of coffee settled down on the table, Alec crossed his arms, putting up his best bitch impression. 
"I'm not aware the recruitment process has downgraded to this extent. Certainly, Catarina must have made better decisions, don't you agree?"
"You-" 
Alec was happy to hear the sound of a door opening, which cut off Dustin's response and revealed Magnus in all his glory. His husband was still as perfect as when Alec kissed him goodbye in their home, a dazzling grin plastered across his beautiful face.
"Alexander! What a lovely sight you make." Magnus crossed the hall to where Alec stood, pecking him on the cheek. Suddenly as if on cue, all thoughts that didn't include Magnus flew out of Alec's head. "I've been waiting for you. What took you so long?" Magnus continued.
Ideas crossing his mind, Alec put his hands around his husband's waist and smirked. "Unfortunately, a lowly social climber isn't allowed here, according to the boss's secretary. Such a shame too, I brought Mr. Lightwood-Bane his favorite caramel macchiato and I had no way to give it to him now." He pouted.
Magnus's eyebrows shot up before eyeing Alec and Dustin, realization slowly dawning on his face. 
"Darling, can you go inside and wait for me a few seconds? It seems to me I have some matters to attend to."
Picking up their coffee, Alec led himself to the office but not before kissing Magnus deeply (there might or might not be much more tongue involved than necessary, sue him). Alec was totally not showing off (except he definitely was).
for @malectober day 11 prompt coffee
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lurafita · 3 months
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Pondering Mini-Malec
AU Malec who met in kindergarten and have been inseparable since. Their relationship is super uncomplicated to boot. No pining, no "He doesn't feel the same way as I do", no misunderstandings that could be easily resolved by just talking to and being honest with each other. Being together and being there for and loving each other is the easiest thing for them. Everything else around them might at times be complicated, but Magnus and Alec never are a problem for each other.
They did long distance during college years, as their different interests were best suited for different universities. They talked on the phone, texted each other, and vistited whenever they could. While it wasn't a great time in their lives, it wasn't a horrible time either. Pretty much every challenge that other couples have to struggle through or are broken apart by, Malec just took in stride and mastered like champs. Their biggest fight was when they were 12. They couldn't decide on the family pet they would later have. Magnus wanted a cat, Alec wanted a dog. The fight lasted 5 minutes, and they compromised to get both.
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lazinesswrites · 6 months
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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Hey look, it’s a ‘tober fill for day… 7? Shh, I’m doing them out of order, okay. Have a little Malec-fluff for @malectober day 7: Winter. Read it here, or on Ao3 ❤
There’s a curious tendency Alec has noticed, in the years since he first got access to the Institute’s sensor data and the like. It’s not something really important, or at least he knows the Clave won’t find it particularly important or helpful, so he’s never taken his discovery any further than his own quiet musings. He doesn’t technically have solid proof for his theory either; it still could be just coincidence, although he doubts it, as he has seen the same tendency every fall and winter for years now: Without fail, every time a major snowfall blows in, demon activity drops to almost zero, from a few hours before, to hours and sometimes days after. One time, the whole Institute had managed something like a Mundane Christmas holiday, because the snow had kept demons away for almost two weeks.
Of course, Alec doesn’t know that the demons stay away because of the snow, just that there’s a correlation between demon activity and the presence of snow. His theory is that the demons, made in and for the very warm realms of Hell, avoid the cold as much as they can.
There are exceptions, of course, such as demons being summoned, whether by accident or purpose, and the odd ice-demon from one of the few colder Hell realms finding its way to New York, away from the more… permanently cold areas of the world they normally terrorize. But those are typically minor incidents, leaving the winter months slow, and on days like today—well, for once, Alec has no qualms whatsoever about taking an unscheduled day off to stay right where he is: On the couch with Magnus, in front of the fireplace that may or may not be around in the summer, but is a permanent fixture of their loft in the winter months, in various configurations.
It's that special kind of quiet that only comes with a heavy blanket of snow outside; something jazzy is playing soft and low from Magnus’ gramophone (ostensibly – the gramophone itself may be mostly for show, the music from somewhere else entirely; Alec doesn’t know, nor does he particularly care at the moment), and they’re snuggled together under a soft blanket, Magnus with his back against the armrest, and Alec lying back against his chest. There are two cups of half-drunk cocoa on the end table. Magnus has a book in one hand, the other playing absentmindedly with Alec’s hair. Alec was reading too, but has let the book rest open in his lap, content to just let the day go slowly by, warm from the fire and his husband’s arms around him.
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“Will you go on a date with me?” He’d asked, his hopeful heart waiting with bated breath as the beautiful man in front of him looked from him, to the flowers in his hand, and then met his eyes. They were a beautiful golden green, slit pupilled like a cat’s, and he was absolutely enamoured with them as he was with every other detail of this man. A part of him shattered, however, when those feline eyes crinkled and he burst into quiet laughter.
“Oh, Alexander,” the man said when his laughter stopped, placing a hand on his cheek. Something about the look in his eyes pulled him back together. His face held joy and sorrow and hope and pain and something else, something deeper, all at once. “Love, we’ve been married for seventy years now.”
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i-have-not-slept · 6 months
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Malectober 2023
Day 13: Grin
@malectober
It's not even October anymore but whatever... I'm still going!
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toughpaperround · 8 months
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'The Care and Feeding of Poorly Warlocks'
Malec fic for pod_together 23
Catch the whole story via ao3! [podfic by me] [text by Mansikka | @redlightsandicedtea ] ['Semper Amare', by Mansikka (E, 30k)]
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(T, 16k, 2 hrs long)
Listen to the summary [mp3] it's under a minute - test it out! 🎧
Alec's second day of being home starts with a sneeze so violent that it forces all of the feathers from their comforter and pillows. "Not to worry," Magnus says cheerfully, magicking all the feathers away and replacing the bedding with a simple flourish. There must be dust in the air along with those feathers, because Alec then starts coughing, and in the process manages to summon a hairdryer, a pair of shorts, and a single, freshly boiled egg.
In which, Alec gets his first warlock flu and his magic makes it everybody's problem.
You can choose to listen to the story with / without sound effects, or to read it yourself.
More? Shadowhunters podfics, Shadowhunters fics, @pod-together multifandom collection (and other years too ofc!)
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Any writing prompts? Just let me know if you want something short written
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therealwideworld · 2 months
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Enchanted
My imagining of Malec's first meeting/interactions; mostly fluffy oneshots exploring what was going through their minds in some of my favourite scenes. Canon compliant.
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six-of-snakes · 4 months
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all i want for christmas (is you)
Alec runs the new coffee shop around the block from Magnus's apartment. Magnus loves their coffee. Fluff ensues.
Alec learns across the counter, his voice barely loud enough for Magnus to hear. "You're Magnus Bane," he says. "I am." Magnus meets Alec's deep blue eyes steadily. "I heard what you said during your stream last night," Alec continues. "I didn't-" Alec puts a finger to Magnus's lips, startling him into silence.
continue reading on ao3
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ravenstakeflight · 2 years
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1 - blue
like the sky in the day, when they can rest and recover from the week, and smile at each other over sleepy pancakes; like alec's eyes, stormy azure when facing down demons, sky-blue when he laughs wildly over magnus' stories of times long past. like the oceans that surround magnus' first home-not-a-home, like the magic that comes at his call to defend and hope and love. blue is the color of their second son, their max; it's no wonder that blue is the first color magnus and alec think when they think of home.
[@malectober]
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april-lightwood · 2 years
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Title: A promise full of hope
Rating: explicit
Language: English
Category: m/m
Fandom: Shadowhunters TV
Relationship: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood
Chapter(s): 1/1
Words: 8421
Summary: Alec had always hoped that one day he would be permitted to marry a man he loved but centuries-old traditions demanded that he procreate an heir to the throne. So he had given into the arrangement his and Magdalena's parents had made to each other shortly after the birth of their children.
On the wedding night, Alec learned that his bride had a secret that will turn their common future upside down and Alec had to make a decision.
Will Alec be able to live the life he had always dreamed of and be happy?
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