#mdsevents

[malecdiscordserver]

Calling all Shadowhunters creators--it's time to dust off your notebooks, sketchbooks, laptops, drawing tablets, and other creative instruments.

Welcome to By the Angel Bingo!

What is By the Angel Bingo? By the Angel Bingo is a Shadowhunters-themed event where you request a grid of prompts in the layout of a bingo board. The goal is to fill the prompts until you get a traditional bingo (filling 3 or 5 in a row, column, or diagonally) or until you blackout your entire board! 

Do I have to be a part of the Malec Discord Server to sign up? No, being a part of the Malec Discord Server Community is not required to be a part of this event, but it is highly encouraged if you’re looking for friends to bounce ideas off of, if you need help finding a beta reader, or if you’re just looking for Shadow Fam to hang out with. 

What is the schedule?

Sign-ups open: February 1st

Sign-ups close: February 29th

Last day to request prompt changes: March 31st

Masterpost due by: September 30th

Have more questions? Join the Malec Discord Server or keep reading under the cut for official rules, minimum requirements, and other FAQs!

How will it work? On Thursday, February 1st, sign-ups will open for a bingo card. In your sign-up, you will be asked a few questions including what size bingo card you’d like (3x3 or 5x5). You will then receive a bingo card from one of the Mods to your preferred method of contact within 3-5 days. Sign-ups will remain open until Thursday, February 29th. From there, you’ll have until Monday, September 30, to complete what you can on your bingo card! 

What if I don’t like my prompts? You may request 3 (for 3x3 cards) or 5 (for 5x5 cards) replacement prompts at one time. If you need more than 3-5 prompts replaced, you will be sent an entirely new card. This can only happen once. If you receive a new card, you can request 3-5 replacement prompts again for the last time. You can request changes to your board until March 31st, a month after sign-ups close. 

Can I sign up if I’m under 18? Yes! Anyone is able to receive a bingo card, but you must be over the age of 18 to request NSFW prompts or submit NSFW fills. You also must be over the age of 16 to join the Malec Server. 

Are there any content restrictions? This bingo is open to all creations; fic, art, gifs, videos, moodboards, playlists, cosplay, physical art, etc. All bingo fills must be Shadowhunters-related. Any ships/characters/ratings are permitted as long as they are properly tagged. RPF is not allowed for this event. 

Am I required to get a bingo or blackout my card? Not at all! You can fill as little or as many prompts as you have the time/energy to complete. This is low to no stress. Low risk, high reward. HAVE FUN. 

Can I combine prompts? Each prompt needs to be its own fill, but you can post a multi-chapter fic or art series with one prompt per chapter/piece. 

What if I black out my entire card before the final posting date? Congrats! You did it! You can either be done OR ask for a second bingo card. 

Minimum requirements: 

Fic: 500 words

Digital/physical art: 1 piece

Photomanipulation: 1 piece

Gifsets: 2 gifs

Moodboards: 4 images

Video: 30 seconds

Playlists: 10 songs 

Podfic: 500 words (with author’s permission)

Rules: 

You must be over 18 to request NSFW prompts and submit NSFW fills. You have to be over 16 to join the Malec Server. 

Any Shadowhunters-related ships/characters/ratings are permitted as long as they are tagged appropriately. 

You may create works based off of the show, books, or movies, but no RPF is allowed. 

You may request a 3x3 card (8 prompts) or a 5x5 card (24 prompts). 

You may request 3 (for 3x3) or 5 (for 5x5) replacement prompts at one time. 

If you need more than 3-5 prompts replaced, you will be sent an entirely new card.

This can only happen once. If you receive a new card, you can request 3-5 replacement prompts again for the last time. 

You can request changes to your board until March 31st, a month after sign-ups close. 

Each card has one “FREE SPACE” to be used as a wildcard where you can submit any creation that follows the rules of the event.

Each prompt needs to be its own completed fill, but you can post a multi-chapter fic or art series with one prompt per chapter/piece.

Each fill must be NEW during the bingo posting period. No past creations may be used as a fill.

Fills can be combined with other events (i.e. Femslash February, Any Fandom Bingo, Trope-specific bingos, etc.) only if the other event allows it and you meet the minimum requirements for both events.

Prompts can be interpreted as literally or figuratively as you like (I.e. A/B/O meaning a frat house, or falling to your knees in the sense of lust, despair, clumsiness, etc.) If you think it fits, it probably fits. 

All bingo fills must be added to the AO3 collection. If posted on Tumblr/Twitter, the Malec Discord Server must be tagged (@malecdiscordserver/@MalecServer).

If you are participating in this bingo, you are not allowed to shame any ships/kinks/characters/content of any kind created by other participants. Failure to follow this rule may lead to a lifetime ban of Malec Discord Server-run events. We’re in this for a good time, not a dramatic time. 

#shadowhunters #malec #writing event #fandom bingo #bingo event #art event #bingo #magnus bane #alec lightwood #the mortal instruments #jimon #clizzy #clace #clary fairchild #simon lewis #clary fray #jace wayland #izzy lightwood #mdsevents

[half-bakedboy]

Maia has always loved the moon, even more now that it calls to her. 

#shadowhunters #maia roberts #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #halloween #mdsevents #my art #sh fanart #shadowhunters fanart #mdstrickortreatweek

[thelightofthebane]

Shadowhunters Pride Bingo

Character: Raphael Santiago

Square filled: Asexual

@malecdiscordserver

#Shadowhunters Pride Bingo 2022 #mdsevent #TSC #Shadowhunters #Raphael Santiago #asexuality #asexual #moodboard

[the-great-lightwood-bane]

sweeter than sugar

Malec | Rated general | tw minor mention of homophobia | Canon Compliant, 5+1 Things, Relationship Study, ish, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Fluff | Bingo Square: Pet Names

Summary: Pretty boy. Darling. Alexander. Sayang. Husband.

Five times Magnus called Alec something that wasn't his name, and one time Alec returned the favour. 

A/N: This work was created for the Shadowhunters Pride Bingo presented by the Malec Discord Server. @malecdiscordserver

Read it on AO3 or below the cut.

one

Pretty boy, Magnus said, and it took Alec a moment to realise that Magnus was addressing him. 

Jace had assumed he was the one Magnus was talking to, too, and stepped forward full of bravado, but Magnus had chuckled as though it was ridiculous that anyone could call Jace pretty boy — and then pointed to Alec. 

Everyone — everyone — looked first to Jace. Izzy, who saw Alec as an older brother rather than as a friend; Max, who thought Jace was the coolest person ever; Maryse, who had a soft spot for her adoptive son that her eldest couldn���t match; the other Shadowhunters, who admired Jace’s skill with a blade without a thought for Alec’s strategies; anyone, everyone, who saw the two of them for the first time and noticed how attractive, how strong, how perfect Jace was. 

Everyone, that is, except Magnus. 

Magnus, who ignored Jace’s bright golden beauty in favour of Alec’s silver shadows; Magnus, who said pretty boy like an endearment, like Alec was deserving of compliments as much as Jace. 

The conversation slipped onwards with worries about Clary’s memories and demon rituals and a lot of things that Alec probably should be paying attention to, but Alec’s mind was still circling around those words. By all rights, he should dislike it — Shadowhunters weren’t pretty, and Alec was twenty-one, not a boy — but somehow, when it was Magnus Bane saying those words, he liked it. 

Even when he was back at the Institute and getting chewed out for yet another unsanctioned mission, even when his Jace/Clary/Izzy frustrations were mounting, even when the world was shaking to pieces and he had nowhere left to put his feet — even then, those words seemed carried around his heart in warm eddies, making everything seem less insurmountable. 

two

Darling, Magnus said, and against all odds, Alec liked it. 

He’d always thought pet names were kinda lame, a weird couple-y thing that didn’t really make much sense. Why would somebody call their partner, an adult, something like babe? It felt… demeaning. 

Other pet names — ones from food or animals, for instance — were just embarrassing. Cutie pie? Pup? Cupcake? Panda? It was ridiculous and, in Alec’s opinion, entirely unnecessary. 

But some pet names made Alec scoff not because they were ridiculous, but because he needed to hide his secret jealousy. He wanted somebody to call him love, dearest, sweetheart — those felt soft, with true emotion behind them, rather than just something couples did to be cute and couple-y. He wanted to be somebody who could be loved like that, who could love like that, who wasn’t trapped by duty and family and homophobia into a quiet loveless life. 

And now, darling. Magnus called a lot of people by nicknames — Clary, for instance, was Biscuit — and he used my dear pretty frequently as well, but Alec had only ever heard him call Alec darling, and every time he did it, Alec couldn’t help blushing. 

(Magnus, of course, noticed. They hadn’t been dating long, but Magnus absolutely delighted in making Alec blush, though he stopped if Alec became truly uncomfortable; darling made Alec smile under the blush, and Magnus therefore used it as often as possible. Alec really, really liked it.)

(Loved it would be more accurate, but their relationship was still too new for that.)

three

Alexander, Magnus said, and Alec shivered at the sound of his voice. 

When Maryse or Robert called him Alexander, he had to suppress a flinch; it was always to censure him, to criticise his choices, to tell him he was doing badly. But Magnus never said it like that; when he was angry with Alec, he’d just say Alec, short and sharp but never as dismissive, as belittling, as when his parents called him Alexander. 

When Magnus said Alexander, his lips seemed to curve around the sounds gently, caressingly. It made Alec feel like he was somebody special, somebody to be praised, somebody to be loved. 

Magnus rarely called anyone by their usual names — Izzy was Isabelle, Clary was Biscuit, Jace and Simon were whatever similar-ish name Magnus thought of at the time, Ragnor was my dear cabbage — and Alec knew it was mostly just a quirk of Magnus’; somehow, though, with his name, it felt like… more. Like Magnus was telling him that he was enough, complete, whole, worthy of the extra two syllables that everyone else cut out for convenience’s sake. 

Alec was who he was — short, sharp, to the point. His parents made his full name into a criticism of everything he couldn’t fit into the perfect Shadowhunter mould, but Magnus took those extra, unnecessary bits — the songs he hummed, the books he read, the love he felt — and made them into something worthwhile. You are good as you are, Alec heard. You are worthy of something more than fighting. You deserve to exist beyond the constraints of what others want of you. 

The real magic, though, was this: Alec believed him. 

four

Sayang, Magnus said, and Alec was honoured beyond words to hear it. 

Magnus had told him about his past — his birth in Indonesia, his mother, his step-father, their respective fates — and Alec had listened with a wholehearted love that had made Magnus’ eyes widen with surprise. That past was something that Magnus didn’t often share — the Clave, for instance, knew nothing of it — but he’d shared it with Alec, a trust that Alec was proud to hold. The pet name, sayang, had appeared only after that, a symbol of the past that Magnus feared to show and Alec had embraced. 

What does it mean? Alec had asked him, curious. 

It means… darling, or dearest, Magnus had replied. Like what I call you in English. But this one’s in Indonesian. 

Alec had smiled, because he knew exactly what that meant — it meant that Magnus trusted him with the weight of his past, with the shame that came with it. His mother’s suicide note had been in Indonesian; his step-father had called him a demon in Indonesian. But Indonesian was his first language, too, the only language he’d learned at a parent’s knee, the language he spoke when he was too tired or worn down to focus; it meant something, that Magnus used an Indonesian word for Alec, and that would never stop taking Alec’s breath away. 

It was a visceral reminder — not that Alec needed one — that he had Magnus’ heart in his hands, and the look in Magnus’ eyes said that he trusted Alec not to break it. 

Alec held it close to his chest and vowed to protect it, protect Magnus, with all that he was or could ever be. 

Magnus deserved it, far more than anyone else Alec had ever met. 

five

Husband, Magnus said, and Alec couldn’t help his smile. 

Magnus was beautiful, as he always was, wearing a wedding suit selected with care and gold makeup that brought out his unglamoured eyes and, above it all, a mantle of happiness that made him glow. It’s like I’m walking on air, he said, and Alec felt the same. 

They were married, in front of all their family and friends, vows spoken hands clasped runes burning on Alec’s skin. For so long, he’d dreaded a marriage — inevitably to a woman, inevitably loveless, inevitably painful; entirely inevitable, actually. But then Magnus had burst in with light and colour and life, and given Alec the courage to kiss him in front of the Clave for all to see. 

And now they were married. 

It was all that Alec had ever dreamed of and never dared long for while awake — a man who loved him, who he loved, with an impossible desperate love that he’d never felt before, who’d married him in gold and blue. Magnus, more than that, who smiled brighter than the sun, who held so much warmth and kindness in him despite all the world had done to quench it, who — inconceivably, beautifully — loved Alec. 

Husband, he returned, and that smile brightened, and everything in the world fell away — inconsequential in comparison with the man in Alec’s arms. 

plus one

“I love you,” Alec said into the soft bubble of silence they’d built in the midst of the Hunter’s Moon. It was an incontrovertible truth, one that went beyond words, but that wouldn’t stop Alec from saying it as best he could as often as he could. 

“And I you,” Magnus returned. They both said it frequently enough that it should’ve been normal, nothing particularly special, but somehow every time Alec heard those words he felt an unerring flood of fondness, so much he could barely breathe around it. 

They were on a date — a rare night off for both of them, which they were shamelessly taking advantage of to spend more time together — in the Hunter’s Moon, which was a bit loud since it was Friday night, but their surroundings weren’t really registering in Alec’s mind. It was partially because Magnus was distracting, all golden skin and dark hair and makeup and beauty, but it was more than that: with Magnus, Alec felt safe, like nothing could hurt him as long as he was at his side. 

It had been disconcerting at first, that incomparable trust. Alec was used to clocking immediately if anyone was in the same room as him; even Izzy and Jace, as much as he loved them, reminded him that he wasn’t alone. He was a Shadowhunter; he paid attention to what was going on around him. 

Magnus, though… Sometimes, he wouldn’t realise Magnus was there until Magnus touched him, or said something; Alec wouldn’t consciously be aware of his presence, subconsciously classifying him as not a threat. That meant it was startling when he caught sight of him; he usually saw anyone coming before they were anywhere near, but he might only realise Magnus was there when he laid a hand on Alec’s shoulder. By now, he’d relaxed about it, and relaxed enough for that numbing of Shadowhunter instincts to happen wherever he went. 

He’d always been the perfect Shadowhunter, or at least he’d tried to be. His bow had been his first, and only, “irregularity” — most Shadowhunters preferred the close-up blood- and ichor-strewn atmosphere of the battlefield, and Alec did too, but it was more important that he could protect his family. He’d worked harder than ever to be the perfect Shadowhunter to make up for it. 

But again, Magnus was the exception. With Magnus, he wasn’t Alec Lightwood, Head of the New York Institute, parabatai to the best Shadowhunter of the generation, demon-killer extraordinaire — he was just Alec, just Alexander, and that was enough. 

The waiter approached to clear their plates away, pulling Alec from his thoughts, and he paid the bill with the credit card from his and Magnus’ joint account. 

Then he stood up and offered a hand to help Magnus up, old-fashioned, and Magnus grinned, delighted. “Come on,” Alec said, almost overwhelmed by the sheer affection welling up in his heart. “Let’s go home, my love.”

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[ravenstakeflight]

sometimes i can't breathe

ao3

"Alec?" Magnus asked, and Alec turned slowly. Not guiltily, because he hadn't done anything wrong. "Alexander."

(Alec smiled, unconciously, because that was Alexander, not that name, not the name that he'd met Magnus with, not the name he'd been born with. The name he'd chosen, the name he'd found on his own, the name of his ancestor, a legacy he'd chosen to carry.)

"Yeah, Magnus?" Alec asked. "... Have I mentioned you look particularly beautiful today?" And winced. That... hadn't been his best distraction work, not by a long shot, and judging by Magnus' unimpressed stare and raised eyebrow, his significant annoyance knew it too.

"Alexander Gideon Lightwood." Magnus was clearly a little angry (or exasperated), but they pulled Alec close anyway. "Alec, please. How long has it been?"

"I- no. I don't wanna talk about it." He hugged himself.

"Alec, just tell me?"

And dammit, he couldn't say no to Magnus when they asked like that.

"... Since my shower this morning?"

Magnus gasped.

"Alec. That's over twelve hours, it's nine and you showered at six." That was definitely a hint of reproach in their voice, but it was mostly love, and care, and concern, and-

Alec sighed.

"... I'll get a hoodie?" He asked reluctantly. "No touching for a bit after?" Magnus nodded.

"Of course, Alexander. Kiss before you go?"

Alec smiled, pushing himself up onto his tiptoes.

"Of course," he murmured before aligning their lips briefly.

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[myulalie]

Sun dried petals coat the bottom of the music box’s hidden compartment, and old parchement holds onto the last remnants of charcoal, sketches of Maryse, whom Jocelyn can’t forget.

The music box comes to life with a gentle melody, melancholy waltzing off with memories Jocelyn locked away a long time ago, a ring on her hand like manacles snapping shut, tied and bound to a man of power. Valentine gathered clout and followers, until his power consumed him, only leaving ashes in its wake.

Jocelyn believed him dead, and it pained her, because she couldn’t be certain of his demise.

#drabble #banner #maryse lightwood #jocelyn fairchild #shadowhunters #tmi #jocelyn was in love with maryse as a young girl and used to draw sketches of maryse #she was forced to marry valentine and give up maryse who ended up with robert in a similar fashion #jocelyn never got a chance to find maryse again even after valentine's death but she kept the sketches in a music box #she was never sad of losing valentine just disappointed it didn't change anything #femslash 22 #mdsevent #mdsff #femslash february #wlw #autopromo #by pearl

[skylar102]

A Little Taste Won’t Hurt

Malec Discord Server Prompt Advent Calendar Day - 1 Candy Cane Pairing: Malec Rating: Teen Warnings: none

“Magnus?” Alec calls from the living room. “What are these?”

Magnus puts a spell over the stove, making sure their dinner doesn’t get destroyed. He wipes his hands against his apron and makes his way to the living room. He finds his husband staring at their Christmas tree, a furrow in his brow as he holds something in his hand. 

“What are what, Alexander?” Magnus asks, standing next to him.

Alec holds up the hook-shaped treat in his hands.

“Ah, candy canes,” Magnus hums, he leans into Alec’s side and plucks it out of Alec’s hand, waving it. “It’s a very popular treat around this time of the year for the holiday season.”

“So people eat it?” Alec reaches for another on their tree. “Then why are we using them as decorations on the pine tree?”

“Christmas tree, darling,” Magnus chuckles. “I know you Nephilim don’t know a lot about mundane traditions but I would have hoped you would at least know about candy canes.”

Alec shrugs, twirling the candy cane in his hand. “I never really went out during this time of the year and most of the time I spend it in Alicante working with my parents.”

“Of course you did,” Magnus mutters.

“Hey,” Alec protests, trying to hold back a smile with a pout.

Magnus chuckles, putting his candy cane back on the tree before turning and kissing his pouting husband. Their kiss is sadly short-lived as a ding is heard from the kitchen. 

“You know I would never make fun of your overworking tendencies,” Magnus jests as he walks back to the kitchen, receiving a scoff from Alec.  “If you’re that hung up about it, I can remove them from the tree.”

“No, it’s fine,” Alec says, following him into the room, candy cane still in his hand. “I just don’t understand why you would hang food as decoration.”

“Well, it’s used for a lot of things. Some people eat them because they love peppermint. Others hang them on their trees as decorations,” Magnus explains, pulling out the dish from the oven. “Though if people have kids, the candy cane decorations don’t last very long”

Alec nods his head, still looking at the treat in his hand. 

“Try it,” Magnus says. “Just don’t eat all of it, it will spoil your dinner.”

“I doubt a small candy will ruin my appetite,” Alec laughs. “Nothing can stop me from eating whatever delicious meal you’re cooking up.”

“Flatterer,” Magnus says. 

He turns his back to Alec to focus on finishing up dinner. He hears the tell-tale sound of the wrapper being open and tunes his ear to Alec’s reaction. He’s unable to hold back his smile as Alec lets out a surprised sound. 

He plates their dinner and turns around only for his words to die before they reach his lips. Alec has the candy cane in his mouth and is sucking on the treat like it’s his favorite thing to have in his mouth. Magnus holds back a whimper as he watches Alec lick the candy cane, keeping direct eye contact with him.

So it’s going to be like that, huh?

“You’re a menace,” Magnus says, gripping the plates tight so he doesn’t drop them in lieu of jumping his husband.

Alec grins around the candy cane, “But I’m your menace.”

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[arialerendeair]

Alec's birthday would start with Magnus surprising him with breakfast in bed.

 HI YES I NEED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS, THANK YOU, BECAUSE BEAUTIFUL HUSBANDS HAVING BREAKFAST IN BED IS MY LIIIIIIIIFE AND EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER WANTED, OKAY?  

This year, I am working with the @malecdiscordserver​ (JOIN US HERE!) for their Alec Lightwood Birthday Surprise event AND the wonderful @chibi-tsukiko​ and @my-archerboy​ for Alec’s Birthday Weekend Celebration!  

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Alec's first thought, upon waking up, the sun in his eyes, was that he was late. 

He sat up in a rush, grabbing the edge of the blankets, ready to jump out of bed to hurry through getting ready when he remembered.  It was his birthday.  He had today off.  Alec relaxed and sagged back into the pillows in relief, smiling.  He reached out beside him and frowned when his fingers met empty sheets.  He turned to look and pouted at the sight of an empty bed.  

"Magnus?" he called, raising his voice, wondering if Magnus had stepped into the bathroom.  He snuggled into the blankets with a hum, shifting to press his face to Magnus' pillow with a smile.  Alec reached out and tugged it closer, relaxing into it.  

"Coming darling," Magnus called, stepping into the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a quick kick of his heel.  He took in the sight of his husband sprawled out on the bed, his face buried in his usual pillow and smiled.  "Good morning, and happy birthday, love."  

Alec smiled lazily from the pillow, reaching out for Magnus.  "Be a proper good morning if my husband was here in bed with me."  

"Rest assured," Magnus teased, putting the breakfast tray on the side table as he climbed back into bed, watching as Alec gave up his pillow immediately to snuggle closer to him.  "I had every intention of coming back to bed, darling.  But, I want to spoil you on your birthday, and the best spoiling always starts with breakfast in bed."  

Alec's eyes flitted over to the tray and he smiled, looking at Magnus again, melting closer when golden eyes met his.  "Belgian waffles?"  

Magnus smiled and leaned down to kiss Alexander.  "With strawberries, blueberries, and whipped cream.  Your favorite, that you don't indulge in nearly enough."  

"You're too good to me," Alec breathed against Magnus' lips, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss slowly, lazily, until they broke apart for air.  

"Being too good to you is simply impossible," Magnus teased, combing his fingers through Alec's hair, rubbing gently at his scalp.  "It really is.  You deserve every bit of pampering.  Especially today."  

Alec hummed and sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard as Magnus brought the tray between the both of them and put it down on the bed.  He grinned and stole another kiss, even as Magnus pressed the steaming up of fresh coffee towards him.  "It looks amazing."  He flushed as he watched Magnus cut the waffles with a few flicks of his finger and offer him a bite on a fork.  

Magnus grinned, his eyes twinkling.  "Indulge me?"

Alec nodded, still blushing as Magnus took his time feeding him breakfast.  He would never get used to how much Magnus liked, loved, really, doing that.  It didn't take them long to finish their breakfast and once the tray was dispensed with and they were sitting, curled together in bed, full and relaxed, it was easier to ask the question.  "Mmm, you have plans for the day:"  

"It is your birthday," Magnus said, reaching out to press a fingertip to Alec's nose.  "We can do whatever you want.  My plans for you went as far as breakfast in bed and your birthday present, which you will get this evening when we see your siblings.  Outside of that, the day is yours, my darling."  

Alec shifted to wrap an arm around Magnus' waist, tugging his husband in close, nuzzling into his neck.  "Can I ask for something ridiculous?"  

Magnus hummed and smiled, kissing the top of Alec's head.  "I do believe that your definition of ridiculous and mine are somewhat dissimilar, Alexander.  But I am happy to entertain whatever things you might wish for us to do."  

"I just want to spend the day here.  With you," Alec mumbled.  "I want to spend the morning in bed, take a bath together, dance with you.  Just.  Us, getting a chance to be us, with no interruptions, no one attempting to bother us."  

"And why," Magnus whispered, pressing a kiss to Alec's forehead, tilting his face up with a brief touch to his chin.  "Would you think that's ridiculous?"  

"You're supposed to want to do something special on your birthday, aren't you?" Alec asked with a huff.  "And I love doing that stuff, but..." He bit down on his lip and sighed.  "I just...want to be with you."  

Magnus smiled and stole another kiss from Alec, soft and insistent.  "Alexander," he whispered.  "There is nothing more flattering than, when having the world at his fingertips, my husband says that he wants to do nothing more than spending a day relaxing with me."  His lips curved against Alec's.  "Though, perhaps I can persuade you to have a beverage or two?"  

Alec chuckled against Magnus' mouth and rolled him into the sheets.  "You can persuade me to do a great many things, as you well know."  

Magnus laughed, reaching up to pull his shadowhunter down for a kiss.  "I do, indeed, and I love it."  

Losing himself in Magnus’ kiss, Alec wasn’t about to admit it, but...he loved it too.  

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[sugarandspace]

Flowers for you

Written for @malecdiscordserver‘s Alec Lightwood Birthday Surprise event! Summary: Alec is a Shadowhunter, he probably doesn’t care about flowers, Magnus thinks as he's nervously waiting for Alec with a bouquet of red carnations in his hands. 

Slowly, he gets to learn how wrong he was.

Or five times Magnus gave Alec flowers.

AO3

It had been a long time since Magnus had been on a date, even longer since he’d been on a date that meant so much. Despite all the easy flirting he’d showered Alec with, he actually felt really nervous. It is obvious that there is something between them, but so far the time they have been able to spend together has been very limited. 

Magnus looks at the bouquet of red carnations in his hand. Maybe the flowers are a bit too much? Alec is a Shadowhunter, he would probably appreciate a more practical gift. But bringing flowers to your date is a classic, and Magnus really wants to make a good impression.

That’s why he’s standing in front of Hunter’s Moon, dressed in one of his favorite outfits, his eyes glued to the bouquet in his hands. He’s just about to send them back to the loft when he hears footsteps coming closer and a familiar voice brings him back to the moment.

“Hey.” 

Magnus looks up and sees Alec come to a stop before him, and Magnus smiles, hoping his smile looks more confident than he feels. 

“Hey.”

Alec’s eyes fall to the flowers Magnus is holding and Magnus clears his throat, one of his hands coming up to fiddle with his ear cuff when he gives the flowers to Alec.

“These are for you.”

Alec’s shy smile turns wider, and Magnus knows he made the right call with the flowers.

“No one’s given me flowers before,” Alec says, his voice full of wonder. He touches one of the flowers gently before leaning down to breathe their scent in. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Magnus says. He makes a decision right there, that if this thing between them works and he’ll get more dates with the man in front of him, he’s going to get him more flowers if they are going to bring out such reactions.

-.-.-

 Is it a cliche? Yes. Does Magnus know it? Also yes. Has it stopped him from magicing rose petals on top of his high-quality sheets? No, it hasn’t.

The deep red of the petals contrasts beautifully against the golden sheets he’s picked for tonight, and he can’t wait to see how Alec will look like among them later.

He’ll proudly admit that he’s a romantic, and as he’s spent more and more time with Alec, he’s come to see that side of the Shadowhunter as well. And he’s hopeful his gesture will be appreciated. 

This is not the first time they’ve been intimate, the first steps into the more physical side of their relationship having been taken in the heat of a moment, with brief discussions to confirm they were on the same page.

So in that way, this is nothing new. But last night, when they were already cuddled up under the covers and drifting to sleep, Alec had brought up wanting to take it further. Magnus had wholeheartedly agreed, and they had planned for a dinner at the loft tonight. Magnus wants to make sure the night is perfect, and he’s doing some last-minute decorations as he waits for Alec to arrive. He waves his hand to summon some candles that can be lit later when he hears a knock at the door announcing Alec is here.

Magnus takes one more look around the room before he shuts the lights and leaves the room to walk to the front door.

 -.-.-

 Alec sighs as he takes another look at the clock. It’s late but the pile of reports on his desk doesn’t care about that. 

He picks up another report and starts reading it, but he’s easily distracted by the sound of a text notification. He picks his phone up from the desk and sees that it’s from Magnus.

Are we still on for tomorrow?

Alec smiles. He’s been spending more and more time at Magnus’ loft, and tonight will actually be one of the first nights in a while that he’s going to spend at the Institute, since there’s no way he’s going to be done with all the work at a decent time.

Absolutely. If these reports won’t kill me first.

Alec doesn’t even have time to put the phone away before he notices that Magnus is already typing. Realistically Alec knows that the more time he spends texting with Magnus, the later it’ll be before he’s done with the reports, but he needs this little break to be able to stay sane.

You have a lot to do still? I wish I knew a spell that would help you.

Alec feels warm at the text because he knows that Magnus’ words are genuine. 

This is already helping.

This time the answer is immediate and comes in the form of a heart emoji.

Alec puts his phone away and goes back to reading the reports, but the smile on his face doesn’t go away. A second later he sees something in the corner of his eye and looks up to see a vase of sunflowers on his desk that had not been there a second before. The action is followed by the sound of another text message.

To brighten your dull evening.

The flowers work, because every time Alec’s eyes drift to the yellow flowers on his desk, he’s unable to fight a smile.

 -.-.-

 Sleeping in is a luxury Alec is not used to having. When he lived at the Institute, he was always awake early, either to join an early patrol or to train. His job as the Head of the Institute gives him a bit more steady work hours, at least when there’s not an immediate catastrophe looming over their heads, so he’s been pretty good at avoiding the mornings when he has to wake up before dawn, especially since his husband is more than happy to portal him to the Institute every morning, claiming that he’ll gladly do it if it means more time with Alec in the mornings.

Still, nothing feels better than these slow mornings when he has nowhere to be and the whole day to spend with his husband.

The only thing that would make it better would be if Magnus were in bed with him.

Alec sits up slowly, yawning and rubbing at his eyes to get rid of the sleep still clinging to them. He can hear movement from the loft and he’s just about to get out of bed to go search for his husband when Magnus walks into the room, carrying a tray.

“No,” Magnus says quickly. “Don’t get out of bed.”

Alec slides the leg he had been putting on the floor back under the covers and watches as Magnus places the tray on his lap before sitting on his own side of the bed.

“Good morning,” Magnus says and leans in to kiss Alec’s cheek. Alec turns to face him properly and is rewarded with a kiss to his lips this time.

“You made us breakfast?” Alec asks as he looks at the tray. There’s two cups of coffee on the tray and a plate of Belgian waffles with strawberries cut on top of them. There’s definitely enough on it for the both of them, but Alec doesn’t miss the fact that there‘s only one fork. He’s pretty sure it isn’t a coincidence. 

Next to the food, there is a vase with a single light pink peony. Alec knows that the choice of flower isn’t a coincidence either, and Magnus must remember how much Alec had adored the plush flowers earlier that week when Magnus had brought him a bouquet to his office.

"This looks wonderful," Alec says. "Thank you."

 -.-.-

 Sometimes going from the busy day at the Institute to the calmness of the loft wasn’t easy. The excess energy left over from a mission or from a training session made relaxing difficult, and more often than not Alec found himself preferring the cool air at the roof, rather than pacing the loft with nothing to do. 

Sometimes he used the energy to practice archery, but sometimes he wanted a different way to calm his mind, something else that didn’t require much thinking but that would keep his body in movement.

It had started one evening when he had forgotten his bow at the Institute, but he had still made his way to the roof while he waited for Magnus to come home.

When Alec had moved in, the roof had been no different from the rest of the loft - well put together with its furniture and lights and the few plants lining the walls. The plants had been mainly green, different kinds of vines and leafy plants that didn’t really bloom. There’d been one in the corner, a vine with small red flowers, and as Alec had paced the roof he’d stopped at it to pick one of the dead flowers away. After the one he’d noticed another, and another, and another. Magnus had found him with his palm full of wilted flowers, the vine looking much healthier now that the still blooming flowers had more room. 

The next time Alec was at the roof, there’d been two more blooming flowers and a watering can that never ran out of water.

Now Alec is sitting on the floor of the roof, still in his tactical gear from earlier (thankfully without any ichor or other various demon parts this time), making sure that the beautifully blooming blue trumpet vine is well secured to the railing behind it. The air outside is getting colder, but sometime in the past weeks, Magnus had changed his wards in a way that the air at the roof stays comfortably warm even as autumn is starting to creep on them.

Alec’s not entirely sure when it happened, but he assumes it was sometime around the time when the number of flowers on the roof kept growing.

It’s more like a garden than a few separate plants now, and the mix of colors and scents rivals the garden at the Institute. It’s a place that brings Alec calmness like few others, and he can easily get lost in tending the flowers. He never saw himself enjoying something like that, and he’s far from perfect, but he’s learning as he goes. 

He’s so lost in what he’s doing that he doesn’t realize that Magnus has arrived on the roof as well. He’s only alerted of his presence when he feels a hand on his shoulder as Magnus sits down behind him, his legs framing Alec’s where he’s kneeling on the floor, his arms coming around Alec’s waist as he rests his forehead against the space between Alec’s shoulder blades.

Alec takes one of his hands away from the flower and squeezes Magnus’ forearm.

“Long day?” Alec asks, continuing to pick wilted flowers from the vine while he waits for Magnus to talk.

“The longest,” he confirms, hugging Alec a bit closer. “I’m so happy to be home.”

“I’m happy you’re home too,” Alec says. “Do you want dinner?”

“Can we eat here?” Magnus asks.

“Of course.”

Magnus moves so he’s sitting next to Alec, leaning to his side. Alec brings his arm around his husband and pulls him closer, leaving a kiss to the top of his head.

“You know,” Magnus starts, watching as Alec tends the flower. “That’s my favorite out of all the flowers you have in here.”

“Is that so?” Alec asks, genuinely curious. The flower is far from the most colorful or grandiose flowers on the balcony, its blue flowers delicate and light in color.

“Yes,” Magnus answers, his voice quiet, fitting the calmness of the situation. “If I remember right, my mother used to have that growing under our window.”

The words make Alec halt in his movements, and his arm pulls Magnus closer, kissing his head again.

“I didn’t know.”

“As I said, it’s possible that I don’t remember it right but-” Magnus says as he reaches to touch one of the flowers gently. “I think this is the same flower.”

They stay like that for a while until there are no wilted flowers in the vine anymore, and then they have dinner on the roof before they go inside to get ready for bed. Magnus’ words never leave Alec’s mind, and on the next day when things are calmer at the Institute, instead of looking through his emails, Alec uses the tablet to look up the blue trumpet vine, and the perfect care instructions for it.

Alec is determined to make it the most beautifully blooming flower on the whole roof.

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[brightasstars]

Alec’s Birthday Weekend Celebration!

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To the man who’s love really knows no bounds... Happy Birthday Alec Lightwood - Bane

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[sivan325]

For @malecdiscordserver -  Prompt Advent Calendar Event! Day 17 - Costume Beta-reading by @novemberhush  Malec, G, fluff

I saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus

Chapter 1  Day 2 - Mistletoe Chapter 2  Day 17 - Costume

 Magnus removed the Santa costume as he walked to the children’s room. It was his turn to read them a bedtime story while his Alexander was getting everything ready for the next day. They couldn’t wait to see the looks on Max and Rafe’s faces when they saw the gifts that were waiting for them.

Nothing could have prepared him for what was waiting for him in their room.

Max and Rafe were crying and Magnus could feel the pinch in his heart. He couldn’t see them like this, it hurt too much. He walked towards them and hugged them.

“Why are you crying?” Magnus asked, trying to wipe the tears from their eyes.

“I… I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus…” Rafe replied, still crying as he asked, “Doesn’t Daddy love you anymore, Papa?”

“Of course Daddy loves me, and I love him,” Magnus comforted both of his sons. He knew that he had to talk with his Alexander about what Rafe had seen.

“Then why did he kiss Santa Claus?” Rafe asked, and Max waved his hands angrily, not noticing the magic sparks his tiny hands were giving off.

“Blueberry, don’t use magic,” Magnus said, trying to ease Max’s distress and stop him from creating havoc in the room. Turning to Rafe he said, “Rafael, it was me Daddy was kissing. How about we prove that to you tomorrow?”

“It was you?” Rafe asked.

“Yes, we wanted to surprise you with the mundane costume, but I guess that backfired on us,” Magnus replied.

“Do you promise that it was you and not Santa Claus?” Rafe asked.

“I promise,” Magnus replied and hugged them close, wishing to never see them cry. “Now, get into bed and let me tell you a story about Alexander. Did I ever tell you how I met your Daddy?” Magnus asked.

“No,” both boys replied together.

Magnus smiled and started telling them the story. Once they were sound asleep he crept out of their room and hurried to the bedroom he shared with Alexander.

“Mags, is everything all right?” Alec asked as he noticed the sad look on Magnus’ face.

“We have a problem,” Magnus replied. Seeing the concern on his husband's face he quickly added, “Apparently we were seen kissing by Rafael and he and Max thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

“Oh, maybe I should go talk to them?” Alec suggested, never wanting his boys to think that could happen.

“I already talked with them, but I promised them that we would show them the costume and me wearing it so they don’t get any more ideas,” Magnus replied.

“We’ll fix it, Mags, don’t worry. We have great kids that we love very much. We won’t let this ruin the best holiday for them,” Alec reassured his husband before kissing him gently.

“Listen to you, Mr. Christmas! You know, I never thought I would hear something like that from you, Alexander Gideon Lightwood! I know that you don’t love holidays. The kids are changing you,” Magnus smiled as he kissed him back.

“Our kids are the best. I’m not denying anything,” Alec told him with a smile.

The next day Max and Rafe were waiting on the stairs, not knowing what to expect.

Alec walked over to Max and Rafe, hugging them before he told them, “Close your eyes, it will be worth it.”

Max and Rafe did so, as Magnus walked in the room, dressed as Santa Claus.

“You can open your eyes now,” Magnus told them. He saw how happy they were to do so.

Max and Rafe saw it was their Papa in the costume.

“PAPA!” Max shouted.

“It is you,” Rafe whispered, overawed.

“You saw Daddy kissing me, you just didn’t know it, Rafe,” Magnus explained to him softly.

“But, but you looked like Santa… I thought that Daddy didn’t love you anymore,” Rafe told his parents.

“I love your Papa and I would not replace him with any other, not even Santa Claus,” Alec told the kids as he looked over at Magnus with love in his eyes.

“I love you too, Alexander,” Magnus told him.

Max and Rafe looked at each other, the smiles not leaving their faces as they launched themselves at their Papa and Daddy, mumbling words of love.

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Artist sign-ups for the Shadowhunters Reverse Bang 2024: Presented by the Malec Discord Server are OFFICIALLY OPEN!

Artist sign-ups will close on April 6, 2024 at 8:00pm EST. That gives you three more weeks to read the rules, the FAQ, and the schedule to convince yourself to join.

We are so excited to bring back another year of artists taking the reins, and writers finding inspiration with their incredible works.

You might be asking yourself, what is a reverse bang? The Shadowhunters Reverse Bang is a collaborative fandom event that combines fandom talents! Artists create never-before-seen art that writers will find inspiration in and create an entirely new story based off of, and together, they create magic.

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[half-bakedboy]

Max is getting really good at using his magic, especially during his favorite holiday where he can let his warlock marks shine. 

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[thelightofthebane]

Shadowhunters Pride Bingo

Characters: Magnus Bane & Isabelle Lightwood

Square filled: Makeup

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[the-great-lightwood-bane]

First Pride

Chapter 3 of cum non bellantis

Malec | Rated general | no warnings | Bingo Square: First Pride

Summary: Alec and Magnus enjoy the benefits of a telepathetic bond and Alicante has its first pride. 

A/N: Takes place following chapter 3 of magicae bellantis, about a year after the events of vitae bellantis, so read both of those first!

This work was created for the Shadowhunters Pride Bingo presented by the Malec Discord Server. @malecdiscordserver

Read it on AO3 or below the cut.

Alec

“You are cheating,” Jace said, glaring at Alec although he was swaying slightly in place, which rather ruined the effect. “Both of you. I don’t know how you’re doing it, but it’s cheating.”

Alec raised a nonchalant eyebrow at him. “Perhaps Magnus and I are simply better at charades than you are.” 

We kinda are cheating, though, Magnus observed in his head. I don’t think magical mental communication is permitted. 

The rules don’t say it’s not allowed, Alec returned, hiding a smirk behind his glass. And you gotta admit it’s hilarious to watch them struggle to understand how we’re doing it.

The thread of amusement in the bond was answer enough, and Alec turned back to Jace, who was demanding another round. 

“No cheating this time,” Jace told them, pointing at the two of them. “I’m warning you. I’ll tell Alec the word, and I’m activating a hearing rune this time to make sure you’re not whispering to each other.”

“Feel free,” Magnus said indifferently. “You won’t catch us cheating.”

Jace scowled and dragged Alec into the area which Clary had drawn specialised Soundless runes all over, so that he wouldn’t be overheard telling Alec what he had to act out. Not that it mattered; Magnus had a hotline into Alec’s head through the bond humming between them, and no ward they’d encountered yet had been able to separate them. 

“We should make Alec act out something Magnus won’t know about,” Clary suggested, following them over. “Like… a Shadowhunter-only thing.”

“It’s not fair if Magnus doesn’t know what it is,” Alec protested. 

“I don’t care, you two are already being unfair,” Jace replied, and dove into brainstorming with Clary. 

(Magnus chuckled in the back of Alec’s mind, and Alec made sure to keep his face blank and calm while he laughed internally. Pranking Jace was so much fun.)

Three more rounds of charades later — all of which Magnus and Alec had won; Jace was growing increasingly frustrated and drunk, which wasn’t helping his acting skills — Clary finally called a halt. “I think we all know Magnus and Alec are better at this than we are.”

“Cheaters,” Jace mumbled, but acquiesced. 

Should we tell them? Alec asked Magnus mentally. Or keep them guessing?

Jace’ll be furious, Magnus commented, though he wouldn’t be particularly upset about that. 

Jace is drunk and already furious, Alec replied. 

Magnus grinned. Then let’s tell them. 

“My parabatai is a traitor,” Jace was mumbling. “I swear you’re cheating.”

“Calm down, Jace, I’m sure they’re not,” Clary said with a consoling pat to the back of his hand. “We would’ve noticed if they were communicating.”

“Not necessarily,” Alec broke in, smirking when both Jace and Clary’s heads whipped around to stare at him. 

“So you were cheating,” Jace said, eyes wide. “How?” 

Alec and Magnus raised their forearms in sync, gesturing to their matching permanent Alliance runes. “It used to be just emotions and abilities, but lately, we’ve been getting thoughts as well,” Alec explained. 

“Cheaters,” Jace grumbled, turning away from them with a huff. “We’re going to play another round, and this time you’re going to be on opposite teams.”

Magnus

The next morning dawned with shafts of light that Jace claimed were specially designed to hurt his hungover eyes. (Magnus offered Clary a hangover cure but refused one to Jace until he admitted that Magnus had won their last game of charades fair and square. Admittedly, it was false — Alec had mentally told him the answer, purely to piss Jace off — but Magnus was a fan of irritating Jace, so he didn’t feel particularly guilty.)

Simon dropped in shortly after — he’d struck up a friendship with Clary, Jace, and Izzy, as well as Alec — wearing a shirt with a twenty-sided die in the colours of the pan flag. “Hi guys.”

Jace groaned — his hangover still hadn’t abated fully — but Clary waved cheerfully enough. Alec was making pancakes, which left it to Magnus to swan over and greet him. “Sheldon. Pulling out the Pride merch?”

“It’s June,” Simon replied. “I’m going to the parade in New York with Izzy. Can you believe she didn’t know what pride month was?”

What’s pride month? Alec asked Magnus mentally, causing him to bemoan — yet again — Shadowhunters’ lack of exposure to mundane culture. Last June, he supposed it simply hadn’t come up — they’d been dealing with Lilith and Jonathan at the time — but that was no excuse for Shadowhunter ignorance to continue. “It’s an absolute travesty, my dear,” he told Simon, “but mundane queer culture isn’t exactly in the Shadowhunter curriculum.” 

Jace sat up, poised to argue in support of the Shadowhunter curriculum, then winced as his headache apparently increased. Magnus dulled the pain a little, if only so it’d stop bothering Alec through the parabatai bond. 

“Mundane culture isn’t necessary for Shadowhunting,” Jace pointed out. 

“And Shadowhunters are elitist enough not to bother with anything that isn’t strictly necessary,” Alec put in. “What’s pride month?”

“It’s a celebration of diverse genders and sexualities,” Magnus told him, and launched into an in-depth explanation featuring the origin, the different forms of pride parade around the world, and the general culture surrounding it. “I’ve gone every year since 1970.”

There was an introspective bent to Alec’s feelings through the bond which suggested he was considering an idea, but Clary was the one to speak up. “We should go to New York for it, too, then.”

“Actually,” Alec said, consideringly, “what if we didn’t need to go to New York for it?”

He met Magnus’ eyes, and Magnus understood what he was suggesting. “You want to organise an Alicante Pride Parade.”

Alec grinned. “Well, why not?”

Alec

Organising a Pride Parade in a city that regularly exiled queer people two years earlier was a hassle. 

Not enough of a hassle to discourage Alec. If anything, it encouraged him even more — the resistance of his opponents made it from a fun idea into a serious political move, and Alec was always delighted to piss off the remainder of the old guard that’d made it through the Resistance takeover only to be denied at every turn by the new world Alec was building. 

He brought it up at the next Downworld Council meeting, and received overwhelming support along with several offers of aid, which he gladly accepted. The parade would be set up with warlock magic, decorated with faerie-grown flowers in the colours of the pride flag, and take place from evening into the night in deference to the vampires’ preferences; it was a celebration both of queer rights and of Downworlder ones, and Alec was delighted when it finally began to come together. 

The parade happened on the last Sunday of June, the 26th, and the day was filled with last-minute reorganisations. A patch of flowers had withered for an unknown reason, and Alec needed to regrow them into the purple, grey, white, and black of the ace flag; a float was broken; somebody wanted the parade to go down a different street. At last, however, it was all straightened out to everyone’s satisfaction with a minimum of blackmail and almost no blood spilled at all. 

Magnus insisted that Alec come home an hour before the parade was set to start so that they could get ready — or rather, so that he could get Alec ready, because when Alec arrived, he was already dressed to the nines in bright pink, purple, and blue, with more skin showing than Alec had seen on him before in public. What little shirt he was wearing read:

DATING HIM → 

STILL BI

His makeup was also in the colours of the bi flag — eyeshadow in stripes of pink, purple, and blue, on both eyes, that stood out when he blinked; a flag painted on his lips; a flag on either cheek; small gemstones stuck around the corners of his eyes; glitter dusting his nose and cheekbones, highlighting them in that same pink/purple/blue. 

He looked, in Alec’s estimation, positively ethereal — he was always beautiful, of course, but there was something to be said for the confident pride he wore like a second skin, decked out like this. 

Alec, however, doubted he’d be as comfortable in so little clothing. Magnus clearly sensed his trepidation, because he grinned and reassured Alec that he’d be dressed a bit more sedately. 

The pants covered Alec’s legs — unlike Magnus’ — but they were tight enough that Alec caught Magnus looking rather below his face whenever he turned around; they were plain black, thankfully, and not too tight for Alec to move comfortably, for which he was grateful. The boots weren’t far off his usual, although perhaps a bit less sturdy and with a few more metal bits on them; the shirt covered a good deal more of his chest than Magnus’ did, at least, and it was black aside from letters in the green-and-blue gay flag that spelled out 

← DATING HIM

NO VERY HOMO

The arrows on their respective shirts, Alec noted, pointed in opposite directions, so that when standing next to each other, they’d be pointing to each other. He made a mental note to stay to Magnus’ right so that the shirts worked properly. 

The most adventurous part of his outfit was unquestionably his makeup. Magnus had drawn a rainbow flag on one cheek and the gay flag on the other, a pop of colour Alec liked. He hadn’t been covered with glitter (though a good deal had already drifted onto him from Magnus), but Alec’s eyes were traced with black that made them stand out, his face felt odd with foundation, and when he looked in the mirror, he saw an… augmented version of himself — the curves of his face sharpened, cheekbones brighter, eyes standing out more. It was pretty. He’d expected to tolerate it for Magnus’ sake, but strangely, he liked it for himself as well. 

Toilette complete, Alec hurried out to oversee the finishing touches on the parade. 

Magnus

The parade was everything Magnus could’ve hoped for and more. 

He’d showed Alec videos of mundane Prides and explained as much as he could, but he’d half expected the parade to end up relatively boring in the Shadowhunters’ typical shades of black, with a few Downworlders who knew the mundane customs standing out sharply in more colourful wear. But apparently everyone had gotten the memo and Alec was conservative in his mostly-black clothing: many Shadowhunters were wearing flags of various types, often showing nearly as much skin as mundanes might, and the Downworlder half of the crowd was even brighter. 

He tugged Alec down into a kiss, and the crowd cheered around them. Alec’s slightly obsessive preparations had turned out perfectly — everything was well-timed and every street was hung with decorations; perhaps more importantly, the atmosphere of jubilant half-defiance was perfect, and Magnus found himself grinning uncontrollably. 

Briefly separated from Alec due to organisational difficulties that absolutely required Alec’s approval, Magnus bought himself and Alec several pins adorned with their flags before casting out a mental net to locate his husband. There was a faint shiver of relief in the bond when they found each other again, and probing more closely, Magnus noticed a faint discomfort with the size of the crowd; it wasn’t so bad that Alec wanted to leave, but when Magnus guided him into a quieter area, the slight tension in Alec’s shoulders dissipated. He accepted the pins with a smile that shone brighter than the glitter on his cheeks. 

Izzy appeared shortly after in one of the most revealing dresses Magnus had ever seen her in — which was saying something — in blatant stripes of purple, pink, and blue. Simon was wearing the D&D shirt in pan colours that’d started it all off, and while Jace’s shirt only read ALLY, Clary was wearing the colours of the omni flag. 

“This is really cool, man,” Simon told Alec, grinning. “Never thought Shadowhunters would have so much pride.”

Alec shrugged, uncomfortable as always with praise, but Magnus pushed a thread of his own admiration through the bond to reinforce Simon’s words. Alec arched an eyebrow at him, and Magnus grinned, unrepentant. 

“They’re doing their Alliance-bond-telepathy schtick,” Jace announced, rather complainingly — Magnus supposed he was still salty about his loss at charades, and the bond shot through with laughter. 

“Jealous?” Alec asked him. 

Jace promptly scowled, and Alec chuckled out loud this time. 

Surrounded by brilliant colours and laughter, Magnus had never felt more at home.

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