#sad alec lightwood

[fairdale]

made myself incredibly sad thinking about magnus being alone. maybe not completely alone, because he would have max, tessa, catarina and ragnor. but lonely, i think he would feel loneliness like he never had before.

because those young annoying shadowhunters that interrupted one of his parties and dragged him along would be gone. because even though he tried to act like they didn't mean much to him, they did. because he got used to their presences in his life and now he can't remember what it was like without them.

because that man he had seen become a silent brother and come back as a shadowhunter, would be gone. after living a life full of love, yes, but he would be gone, just as the ones before him.

because he would know what losing a son feels like. and the pain in his heart would be unbearable.

because it would mean he lost the love of his life. because it would mean that, maybe, just as tessa, he would end up forgetting the blue of his eyes that he loved so much, the sound of his voice, his laugh, his mannerisms, the things that made him, him.

because the parts of his life that were filled with alec, rafael and friends would suddenly be empty, he would be empty.

because he would feel like his heart is being ripped apart every time, but he would choose it over being a shell with no feelings. because that would mean he may forget.

and he would never, ever, want to forget his reason to live.

(even if it was gone forever.)

#tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #magnus bane #i just made myself so sad #i'm gonna cry i'm serious guys #wow i love him so much #why did i do this #am i stupid #maybe a little #tmi #tec #malec #alec lightwood #magnus lightwood bane #alec lightwood bane #tid #tda #tlh #twp

[i-have-not-slept]

my hot take of the day: if you put Anna Lightwood and Alec Lightwood side by side in similar clothing they would be near-identical. okay I said it.

#tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #anna lightwood #alec lightwood #it’s the medium length straight dark hair blue eyes pale skin tall and slender thing #i am. eternally sad that anna and alec will never get to hang out #cassandra clare #the last hours #tlh #the mortal instruments #tmi

[professionalfanatic]

It's been two hundred years since Magnus Bane lost his husband. Two hundred years since he'd lost the love of his life, Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

Magnus stood, looking out at the starry lights of the busy New York City. The streets were brimming with life, and the sounds were deafening as always. The horns of the cars, the screeches of the brakes, the low hum of people talking, they were all just the same as they had been two hundred years ago.

Strange how everything had changed and remained unchanged at the same time.

Magnus cradled his half filled wine glass lovingly. Once upon a time he would have done that to Alec's face, and would have pressed a kiss to his forehead. But now Alec was gone.

He looked down at the letter on the table. He wanted to read it, and throw it away, both at the same time. Magnus closed his eyes, feeling the familiar prickling behind his eyes. He bit his lip hard, almost drawing blood.

Did he have the courage to read the last letter Alec had left him?

Before Alec had died, he'd given Magnus a huge bundle of letters. He'd been on his deathbed at the time, the Brothers having declared that there was nothing they could do to save Alec's life. Alec had smiled at Magnus, and had told him to open the second drawer of his bedside cabinet. Once Magnus had discovered the letters there, Alec had whispered that he hoped the letters to help. And then he had closed his beautiful blue eyes forever, leaving Magnus with a bundle of letters and a lifetime of wonderful memories.

He'd gone, leaving Magnus to grieve for eternity.

Magnus's throat burned, and he inhaled sharply. Alec's death still hurt like a sword stabbed through his heart.

He'd read the first letter, the one with the simple sentence on the envelope saying when you miss me.

He had been missing Alec so much that he had been almost suffocating with the pain. His heart had been aching, as if someone was twisting the invisible knife in his chest. He was almost gasping for breath and he wanted nothing more than to die, to end this numbing pain.

And then he'd read Alec's letter.

" My dear,

My own Magnus, " it had read, "This letter is for you when you miss me. Miss me dreadfully.

Your heart must be wrenching with pain, and it must be difficult for you to breathe. The pain must be intense, and you'd surely be wanting to die, and just end everything. That's what I felt when Jace died.

But, Magnus, I haven't left you. I'm still here, I'm still here with you. And do you know how you could see me? Close your eyes, Magnus, and whisper my name. You'll see me then. Because you see, I didn’t leave you. I'm still alive, in your heart, and in all the memories we made together. "

At the end of the letter Magnus had sobbed his heart out, clutching the letter so hard that it had ripped in half. His heart felt as if it had splintered into a million smithereens.

But he had felt a little better. The ache of not seeing Alec would never go away, but it had lessened. Enough for him to go on living at least.

And the letters had helped. Alec had written one for every occasion.

He'd written one for when Magnus is so angry he wanted to burn the world down. A letter filled with the soothing love which always made Magnus calm down. Magnus thought he heard Alec's soft voice when he read it, easing his boiling anger, just how a lullaby would comfort a toddler.

Alec had written one for when he is so sad that he couldn’t function. When he fell into a black hole and couldn’t find his way out at all. Alec's letter cheered him just the way Alec had always did. How he always reminded him that there were always good things in this world.

And there was another letter. A letter full of reassurance when Magnus depreciated himself, hated everything about his existence. Hated his demon eyes, hated his magic, and felt that no one could ever love a filthy Downworlder like him. Alec swept those misgivings away with his loving and caring letter, just like he'd done when he had been alive.

Another one for the time he'd first smiled after Alec's death. He'd seeked comfort in Alec's letter after feeling unbelievably guilty for enjoying something without Alec. For being happy without his Alec. Being happy after the man he loved died. Alec's letter filled with joy and laughter lighted up Magnus's bleak life.

And so the letters had gone on.

Magnus had read them over the past two centuries, reminding himself again and again as to why he'd fallen in love with the blue eyed Shadowhunter.

But when he'd woken up that morning, he had closed his eyes, and had tried to imagine his Alec, he hadn't been able to. He still lived in his heart, but the image wasn't clear. It was hazy, a sort of warm feeling you keep close to your heart. You remember the gist, but the fine details have faded.

Magnus remembered how Alec had laughed when he was with Jace and Isabelle, but he couldn’t clearly recall how deep his laugh was. He knew Alec smelled wonderful, but what he exactly smelled like, he couldn’t bring to memory. He knew he loved the way Alec kissed him, but he couldn’t remember exactly how Alec did so. Whether he leaned in first, or stroked a thumb across his cheek first. He knew Alec tasted sweet, but like what, he didn’t remember.

And he knew Alec had the bluest eyes possible, bluer than the ocean, than the sky, and even more than his magic, but Magnus couldn’t remember the exact shade.

He had sat on his bed, shocked and shaken to the core, scared that if he would forget these details, small ones, yes, but the ones which made Alec, well, Alec, he'd forget something else. Something important. And, this hurt him more than anything, that Alec would finally fade into a distant memory, a warm and welcome one he'd think only on his hard days.

And Alec, his dear sweet Alec, he knew that this would happen eventually. So he'd left a letter, his very last letter addressed with a simple when you forget the exact shade of my eyes.

Magnus had never really believed that he'd forget Alec's eyes. Their exact colour and shape. He had believed himself to have a better memory, that he'd remember those gems which had attracted him to Alec in the first place. But he'd forgotten. It had taken him two hundred years, but yes. He'd forgotten.

Taking a deep breathe, Magnus took the letter with shaking hands. He ran a light finger over the cursive writing on the envelope, reliving the way Alec looped his ys with a sad smile. He tore open the envelope and pulled the letter out, a much bigger one than the others, and began to read it.

Magnus had expected it to be a letter with sad reproachings. But he was wrong, of course he was wrong. How could he have thought that his Alec would ever even think of hurting him?

Alec's letter was filled with joy, happiness and warmth, just like him. Magnus felt his lips tugging into a teary smile seeing the pictures Alec had enclosed in his letter. The first one they'd taken together as a couple. Alec was clutching Magnus's hand with a determined smile, a glint in those blue eyes of his, challenging anyone who'd dare say anything against him. Magnus had been incredibly proud of Alec, his boyfriend for standing up against all the prejudices of the Nephilium.

The next picture was the one they'd taken in India. The one where Magnus had worn a saree. Alec had laughed so hard that tears had escaped from his eyes. He had looked at Magnus, his blue eyes crinkled and his mouth open in a little gasp. He had looked absolutely stunning, and for the first time in centuries Magnus had felt his heart skip a beat. And that had been the moment he had realised that there was no going back. He'd fallen for this man so hard that he hadn't realised it until he hit rock bottom.

Magnus choked back a sob when he looked at the picture of them cuddling Max together. Alec was holding him close to his chest, caring for their most precious treasure. Max was smiling up at Alec, waving his tiny blue arms. Alec's eyes were filled with the warmth and wonder at seeing Max, their Max, their baby smile at him.

And then all that was left was the last picture. With trembling hands Magnus picked it up and stared at it.

It was a picture of their wedding.

Underneath it, Alec had written one small sentence.

The happiest day of my life.

Magnus stared at it until he couldn’t see clearly,  making him realise that tears were flowing from his eyes.

Alec.

His husband Alec.

Magnus remembered how nervous Alec had been when he'd proposed to him. He had twisted and turned his hands so much that Magnus had been afraid of him actually breaking a bone. He'd bitten his lip, drawing blood, and had let out a series of shaky breaths.

But when he'd finally pushed the question forward, Magnus had searched Alec's eyes, and those blue orbs had shone with nothing but certainty and conviction.

It had taken Magnus less than a second to say yes.

And the wedding, Magnus looked at the picture, looking at how handsome Alec was, wearing a black tuxedo with gold and blue lining. Gold to symbolise Nephilium, and blue for Magnus's warlock lineage.

The wedding of the century, they'd called it. The union of a Nephilium and a Downworlder, of an Angel and Demon, but above all, the union of two souls who loved each other with all their hearts.

As a tear slipped down his cheek, Magnus read the last part of Alec's letter.

And one day, again, you'll fall for someone else. Love someone with that beautiful heart of yours. And that should happen, Magnus. For you're an extraordinary man, and it has always been my greatest privilege and joy to love and to be loved by a man like you. The best gift Raziel ever bestowed on me.

And when you fall for someone else, love another, give them your entire heart. Fall in love again, and again, and never close of your heart.

Don't fear betraying me, love, and never think our story will be forgotten. It shall forever be written in the stars, and most importantly your heart.

I'm happy to have been part of your life, Magnus.

Tear drops decorated the letter when Magnus finished reading. Drawing a trembling breathe in, he collected all the letters Alec had ever left him, and cuddled them to his chest, pretending that it was Alec he was holding close to him. And in a way, he was. Alec had poured his entire soul into those letter.

Of course their story would forever be remembered. Even when Alec faded into a distant memory, a warm yet unreachable one, he'd live forever in Magnus's heart.

After all, how could he forget the man who taught him to love again?

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My first ever fanfic! Wrote this when I was obsessed with Malec. Just some thoughts of Magnus after Alec's death. :)

#malec fanfic #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #cassandra clare #wrote this cause i wanted to be sad #mialovesbl #angst #character death #sad #fanfic #ao3

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

Post COLS what if- the war never happened Malec didn't get back together and life goes on.. Maybe they stay friends Alec becomes the consul the work together a lot maybe friends with benefit maybe a lot of longing or jealousy or whatever your take of it I would love to read it!

Alexander Gideon Lightwood

The name hovers in the air, bright like the shining sun. Like an irrefutable fact that no one can change now.

His name.

Him.

The Consul.

Alec has everything today.

Or almost everything.

Jace and Clary wrap him in a hug as the room cheers up at the results. He’s never expected this—out of all the things he’d wanted to become as a kid, consul was never one of them because Alec never let himself dream that far.

Dreams aren’t for people like Alec. Especially after he lost his most important dream.

But regardless, Alec is ecstatic today because now he has so much power to change things.

So many laws he can change.

Alec has a list.

But the first person Alec wants to inform this about isn’t here. Alec wants to change that. He wants to create a world where no one gets left behind.

After an exhausting day of proceedings and greetings, he finally portals back home.

Home isn’t the institute anymore.

It’s not Magnus’s loft either.

Home is a small 2 bedroom apartment in Brooklyn that Alec moved into a few years back.

Alec, who never fully felt home at the New York institute found a home in a warlock’s sanctuary. And even if he doesn’t have access to that, he can never go back to the institute.

Out of all the things Alec learned from Magnus, this one stands to be the most important—that a home, should always, always be a sanctuary.

It should be safe.

As much as Alec loves the institute, it’s not a safe place for everyone and Alec wants his house to be a refugee for others. A place where anyone can come without fear. The world that Alec wants to create requires that.

When he reaches home, there’s a surprise party for him and while Alec is exhausted, he smiles at everyone around him. Alec, who never believed love could be so easy for him knows now, how much he’s loved.

“Alexander.”

Before he can even control it, his face changes into a smile and Alec turns to greet the man.

“Magnus, hi.”

“Hi, darling.”

“You came.”

“Of course, I came,” Magnus smiles at him. There’s an obnoxiously large hat on his head that say “Legalise Free Ice-Cream.”

“What’s this?” Alec laughs.

“I heard big news. This is my first formal request to the new Consul,” Magnus grins, pointing at his head.

Alec shakes his head fondly.

“I figured that you would be too busy from now on, so I decided now would be the time to get all the favours I can.”

His cheeks turn red as he blushes. “Shut up.”

There’s a few second of comfortable silence as Magnus peers at him.

“How does it feel?” He asks, finally.

Even after everything, Alec can never lie to Magnus. Neither does he want to.

“I don’t think it’s hit me yet,” he says honestly. “I’m the Consul.”

Magnus beams. “Of course you are. There is no one else I see more fitting for this role.”

“Thank you.”

“Your welcome.”

Alec shakes his head, “Not for the congratulations. But for everything. You made me better.”

“Alex—“

“You did. Just accept it.”

“Okay,” Magnus smiles sweetly at him, but Alec can see the blush.

They have a few drinks and Alec loses Magnus in the crowd a few times. And then he keeps on finding him again and again. Always gravitating together.

It’s a cruel, cruel twist of fate.

Years ago, Alec had believed that it would be impossible for them to be in the same room again. To be able to talk. To be friends but life proves him wrong once again.

They found each other again after the breakup.

Just in a different way.

Magnus is still the person that Alec loves the most in the world. Still, the very breath inside his chest.

They’re just not together anymore.

But Alec’s okay with it as long as he gets Magnus in his life.

“So, what’s your first order of business as the new chief in town?” Magnus jokes.

Alec frowns. “I’m not really sure. There’s a lot I want to do but I don’t know if I’ll be able to do that. Just because I’m the consul I can’t—“

“Breathe,” Magnus calms him down. “You have all the time. You’re like ten hours into your term, darling.”

“Hmm. There’s one thing that’s on my mind though,” he bites his lips. Not sure how many will react. Not wanting to see the reaction either.

“What?”

Alec inhales deeply. “I want to make marriages between shadowhunters and downworlders legal.”

He avoid Magnus’s gaze at that not because of what he’ll see on the warlock’s face but because of what Magnus might see on his.

Longing has become a part of Alec now. He’s okay with it. He doesn’t want Magnus to see, though.

They’ve long since walked around the boundary of being friends, Alec doesn’t want to shake that.

He still doesn’t know a lot about Magnus. The man has shared a lot in the past few years but there’s still a lot that Alec doesn’t know. Things that Magnus might never share with him.

“What?”

“Hmmmm. I’ve been thinking for a while. Remember Jian? I was thinking of what he said, how it feels when your love is prohibited by the world. Helen and Aline too—they’ve been together for years but the world doesn’t recognise that. I think people deserve that.”

He finally musters the courage to look at Magnus. There’s a dumbfounded expression on his face and something akin to pain. Alec’s not sure what to make of it.

“What do you think?” He hesitates.

“It’s uh—it’s a great idea. You’re a great idea,” Magnus speaks but then closes his eyes. “I meant, it’s a great idea, Alec. I’m just surprised is all.”

“Yeah. I don’t know how I’ll make it happen but yeah, it’s been on my…on my mind,” he swallows.

Alec imagines a wedding then.

He’s marrying Magnus in this imaginary wedding because there’s no one else for him.

He’s not sure about the location—they’d never reached the point in their relationship where they’d discuss potential locations.

So much, he doesn’t and will never know.

Even his imagination can’t comprehend a complete image.

“Well, twenty years from now, if you ever want to marry a shadowhunter and you can, please send me a thank you card for making that happen,” Alec jokes, then bites his lips instantly realising how much the even the idea hurt.

He really is an idiot, huh?

Magnus’s eyes turn sad before he speaks, “there’s never going to be another shadowhunter for me, Alec.”

And in another world, Alec might take that as proof that Alec is special. But Alec doesn’t feel that here so he speaks the first, unfiltered, idiotic thought he had. “One mistake was enough, I get it.”

“Alec, no,” Magnus’s voice is low and sad as he says the words.

Before they can dwell more on the words, Jace calls for Alec and he takes the opportunity to leave the conversation. “I’ll be back.”

#i couldn’t not make it sad huh?? #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood

[lurafita]

Supernaturally touched mundane Malec AU

Au mostly mundane with supernatural elements. Alec is a cop. Magnus is a human lie detector, which may or may not be a secret to others:

Alec: "So you can just tell when someone is lying?"

Magnus: "Basically, yes. I can't tell what part of it is a lie, or what would be the corresponding truth. But I always know when I'm being lied to."

Alec: "That sounds, uhm, incredibly useful."

Magnus: "Ah, I doubt a gorgeous man like yourself would have much use for it. Why, you just have to bat those enchanting eyes of yours, and everyone would spill their secrets to you!"

Alec: "I wish. I mean, do you have any idea how much easier that would make my job? Not having to rely on the words of a suspect and having to spend time investigating, either trying to proof or disprove their statement. I could find leads and follow up on them so much faster if I knew right away which ones are the right ones. I mean, do you realize what a gift you have?"

Magnus: "….. When I was a child, my mother used to tuck me in to bed every night, and tell me a story. And after each story, she would kiss my forehead, and tell me she loved me."

Alec, surprised about the abrupt seeming change in subject: "Uh, okay? That's really nice."

Magnus: "Every night, I knew she was lying."

Alec: "…"

Magnus: "It may be a gift, but I struggle to think of it as a nice one."

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters tv #malec prompt #mundane au with supernatural elements #Magnus knows when someone is lying #cop!Alec #sad undertones in this example #but I would wish the story itself to be more funa nd positive #it's all about balance

[faejilly]

so I wanted to riff off of @alexanderlightweight's response to the Alec/Bow/Quiver/summoning meta post by @ralfstrashcan that I reblogged recently, but also I didn't want it to get lost in an increasingly long reblog chain, so I'm gonna quote and start over here:

100%

my headcanon is that it's alec's shadowhunter ability like clary's rune ability and apparently the herondale ghost talking ability(??)

if we really want to take it a step further. we can even talk about how izzy has specially made weapons that have to be super tricky to use which means weapons ability

but that's just my brain. which made that one scene where alec goes back to the institute make no sense, to retrieve his bow because literally every other time he doesn't need to (they just wanted to give clace the training moment and set up the whole hodge thing)

1: I also think Alec's 'have to go get a bow' is just an excuse, but he's using it to a) get away from Jace behaving incomprehensibly & Clary being So Very Clary, AND b) to cover their tracks now that he's realized just HOW comprehensively his siblings are going to go off the rails in the next day or so. (And on a narrative level I really like the scene with Hodge so I'm glad it exists. 😅)

2: I headcanon that part of the reason Alec (& to a lesser extent but still noticeably so, Izzy) can get away with pushing so many Clave/Nephilim boundaries without actually getting deruned despite their parents being on Thin Fucking Ice™️ with well, everyone, is that they have inherited both Family Traits and that's valuable enough (especially after all the losses during and after the Uprising) that the Clave really really doesn't want to get rid of them.

(Similarly, there's some hope that Jace and/or his expected children might show signs of the Wayland traits coming to life again as they've died out otherwise. Obviously that goes a bit sideways once they finally pick up on How Very Herondale he is, but luckily he's Herondale so that's still a benefit.)

Truebloods: very literally truth-tellers. Variations on their skills include the ability to recognize lies, off the charts charisma when they are invoking what they believe to be the truth, and an ability to make the most awkward truths palatable to audiences that normally wouldn't want to engage with them. They were traditionally the guardians of the Soul Sword whenever it left the City of Bones, but that honor faded away over the years as the Council with the Consul/Inquisitor as heads centralized power in their own hands.

Izzy can be seen doing this during her trial, because even when her personal behavior has included digs & microaggressions against Downworlders, she believes that they as a people can and should do better and her speech clearly works in-universe because of that resonance of truth.

(She even occasionally manages the sincere/heart-felt clunky dialogue that works despite being clunky that Alec's so good at, and poor Jace doesn't, despite his best attempts, because for all he's a Lightwood in every other way that matters, he's not actually part Trueblood.)

Maryse has several hints of Alec's same blunt (inexplicably successful) sincerity once she lets herself stop hiding behind Politics & Expectations. When she's upset with Izzy about spending time with the Seelie in s1, she has a line that always felt very self-recriminating to me; (I'm paraphrasing here since I'm too lazy to pull up the script or episode): 'never trust a people who can't lie, they'll find more imaginative ways to stab you in the back'. She knows this about the Seelie because it's what she's always done.

(Alec's shock at his parents being in the Circle can't be because it's against their politics as they've never really tried to behave better. Perhaps it's because it never occurred to him that they could lie that well. Especially his mother, since he has a much better relationship with her than Robert.)

This means that Maryse buying into Valentine's rhetoric was invaluable to him, because she could back him up and help make sure people would fall for it, because she was a Trueblood. Equally, when she turns, that is part of why the Clave lets them back in. Her vow to now toe the party line is completely believable, because she promised on her children... who are also Truebloods.

This also means that their bloodline is one that would not always be popular since they can call out power when it's behaving badly; thus the apparent decline of Trueblood standing in the way that the show refuses to ever really acknowledge it in the present day timeline, and instead talks about Lightwood honor.

(But countered in the way The Clave doesn't move directly against Alec Lightwood, HotI, despite gay and living with a Downworlder, despite how much clear disdain he has for so many of them and their policies. They aren't willing to risk what a Trueblood could do if pushed into active rebellion.)

Lightwoods have a much more palatable martial gift. Their affinity for the adamas in their weapons means they can bond with them, sometimes strongly enough to summon them, manipulate them in the field, adapt them and rune them and enhance them in ways most Shadowhunters can't. (We never see anyone doing anything resembling Alec runing his arrows in s1 after all. What if most of them can't?)

As shown by Izzy in s3 as Weapon's Master, in Alec's ability to beat his parabatai (the supposed best fighter of a generation) when they're sparring with weapons even if he loses once they get to hand-to-hand, Izzy's unique skill with a whip, Alec fighting with everything he gets his hands on, from seraph blades to his signature bow to actual arrows for stabbing. (As seen in everything in ralf's original meta post and delightful fic.)

There's even something in the fact that Izzy was interested in joining the Iron Sisters (which while prestigious also involves even more sacrifice from a people who have to sacrifice a lot already and are thus vital enough that they let Cleophas join despite her past because they needed her) and yet Izzy stayed active duty -- and presumably eventually marriageable.

(I frequently wonder if part of why she chose to make herself as unpalatable as possible for a traditional/political match was a lingering bit of awareness that that was what The Clave most wanted from her, regardless of who she wanted to be.)

ALSO! There has to be a reason that Robert Lightwood was valuable enough to keep even when they got rid of Maryse, a reason the show reiterates Lightwood honor over and over again, a reason he & Maryse got to be co-Heads of an Institute (even if the general fanon that they were more constrained than most Proper Heads does fit what little we see), and we never actually see Robert fighting or sparring, but we are repeatedly told that his children are the best of the best.

But it's seldom mentioned as a compliment, is it? More like an expectation. They're Lightwoods, they have to be the best with their weapons, or what is the point of them? It's just another weight added to Alec's so-called crown, another expectation Izzy has to both flaunt and fight against every day so she can have at least a little bit of herself left to hold onto.

(The one thing Jace is good at, the one bit of the monster his father built that helps; he's as good with a blade as a Lightwood. It's the only thing that gives him hope for redemption, the only thing that gives him enough conviction to ask Alec to be his parabatai and protect his soul from himself.)

#my sh rambling #jilly metas #shadowhunters #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #maryse trueblood #robert lightwood #jace lightwood #almost #and now I'm sad #in a lighter note: #everyone thinks Max Lightwood has no Trueblood traits #because everyone can always tell when he's lying #but actually he DOES #he just always knew he was lying #and thought it was hilarious #so it's not 'til he's older #that he really invokes the Trueblood Thing™️ #and he totally shocks everyone and Alec & Izzy & Maryse are So Proud #and Jace agrees that the previous terrible lying was in fact hilarious and a great idea #fandom friday #totally gonna be a thing maybe? #we'll see if I manage to figure out a post for it later

[im-out-of-it]

CHRISTOPHER LIGHTWOOD DESERVED BETTER

weekly rant about my fav family and the atrocious writing:

I’m rereading chain of thorns and I’m at that part. y’all know the part. where a certain someone should not have died and how unnecessary it was. I like how grace is all like “you can stop this lucie.” bitchhhhh, couldn’t you have said that- hmmm, I don’t know maybe before Tatiana came out? like it’s so unnecessary and I am not here for CC hating the lightwoods and making sure each one from every generation dies.

Max- like what was he, an eleven year old? GONE. poor little boy 😭😭😭

Benedict- ok dude had it coming but he’s still a Lightwood and he died. plus Will makes a joke about it to Gabriel as if it’s not Gabriel’s trauma? the fuck. gabriel deserves better plus he needed more page time!!!! Gabriel and Gideon lost a father but yes, let’s make jests about it.

Kit- poor, sweet Kit. did not deserve to die like that. but of course, she’s not going to kill off any herondales because my god, we couldn’t survive that. can’t have our golden eyed and insufferable boys die. what vexed me most about this is the way CC went about it. I get they’re in this war but someone who is family and is practically family to y’all just died!!! but ok let’s grieve James and Matthew who are very much alive. wouldn’t be a CC book if we didn’t focus on the herondales.

tatiana- deserved it but I did not like how it was Cordelia. it should not have been her who killed her. Gabriel loses a son because of her, Gideon loses a daughter, Anna, Thomas, little Alexander, and Eugenia lose their brother, sister, cousin. literally Thomas loses his best friend who is basically his parabatai and his sister within the same year ish. I’m not sorry because it should not have been Cordelia to kill this wench.

Barbara- poor Barbara 😭 just wanted to marry Oliver but no, guess she’s got to go too. I would have liked to see more of her.

I swear that I do not want Magnus and Alec go adopt another kid if CC is going to kill them off. I know she holds herondales to this high degree but STOP HURTING THE LIGHTWOODS. yes, they are the best characters. without them, the world would probably be doomed. (looking at you jace lol we know you would’ve died without Alec or Izzy.)

adding Robert. he gone too. she even kills all the lightwoods in Thule like what is her obsession with hating this wonderful family? this is why I would rather she stop with the series. these are some of my fav characters but her carelessness and her desire to put one family above everyone else and simply act like nobody else matters is exhausting. as you know, I adore the lightwoods but it’s so draining to see them being treated like this. the only ones who I was glad to see gone was Tatiana and Benedict. you’ll never see her kill off a herondale. Stephen does not count because he wasn’t really introduced, and the other members were barely in stories, just mentioned.

and it’s fine if she has a preference. I love the lightwoods so much but there’s a different with you killing off multiple members of a family and writing out your fav family as untouchable. ahhhh, poor kit. he died and only Thomas and Anna had emotions through it all. we don’t even get to see Gabriel’s or cecilys reaction. what the fuck. I don’t know what CC was feeling writing this but I would have honestly rather she waited until she felt like writing it. it’s not fair what happened to Kit or the family over and over again. I wish she would do better but that’s too high of a hope for CC.

#anti cassandra clare #the lightwoods #alec lightwood #magnus bane #thomas lightwood #Robert lightwood #max lightwood #benedict lightwood #Tatiana lightwood #Anna Lightwood #Christopher Lightwood #anti cc #anti jace wayland #Eugenia lightwood #Barbara lightwood #Gabriel lightwood #gideon lightwood #its a long rant but I’m so fed up #like let’s just kill off one member of a specific family for every generation practically because that’s cool #just think of Thomas and Alastair and the trauma they have plus both Gideon and Gabriel it makes me so sad

[carelessflower]

hot people love and appreciate alec lightwood-bane so if its not clicking for you...

#alec lightwood #alec lightwood bane #im sorry to be the bearer of sad news #but it must be said! #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters

[afoolishpoet]

when your boyfriend(a fictional character) falls in love with another woman (the FL of the book) and you can't do anything about it (it is a book. you were expecting it. you were shipping it.)

#books #book boyfriend #agggtm #peter kavinsky #ravi singh #percy jackson #alec lightwood #magnus bane #to all the boys i loved before ps i still love you #book humor #i was shipping it #that doesn't mean i'm any less sad about it #TT

[idk-i-just-really-like-tsc]

I want queen of air and darkness (Alec’s Version). I want his every inner thought when Magnus was dying, when his father passed, when they didn’t know if Jace and clary were coming back from faerie, going camping with his silly friends before they staged a battle, taking care of his kids during this time. if only. at least we got his thoughts while he proposed :)

#sad #alec lightwood

[that-sarcastic-optimist]

Jace: * having a relaxing bath *

Alec: * throws rubber ducks in the tub *

Jace, screaming: ALEC YOU DISLOYAL BASTARD

#Jace Herondale #Alec Lightwood #tmi #the mortal instruments #tmi memes #jace herondale is afraid of ducks #im laughing at my own meme rn tha is so sad #memes #lol #lmao #roflmao #haha memes #tumblr memes #funny post

[lazinesswrites]

Hello! It's Sunday! I know I posted ch. 3 of They Say Love is a Journey earlier today, but you still get six+ sentences now from a different project. Working title for this one is Parabatai Sharing Dreams (it's the same one I shared a snippet from last Sunday) but a potential proper title is I am he as you are he as you are me (from Beatles' I am the Walrus) - which will probably make sense (as much as that sentence ever will) as soon as you read this bit below. I working on this one, as it gives me an excuse to dive more deeply into the Parabatai bond and explore how that... works. Super interesting, at least for me ^-^ I'm also maybe gonna be playing a tiny bit with the formatting, but we'll see how it goes, as I don't wanna make it difficult to read.

For a while after they first complete the Parabatai ceremony, Jace and Alec are inseparable. They eat together, train together, go on missions together. For the first few weeks they even sleep together more often than not, because feeling the other without being able to see them is incredibly weird, and makes the bond hurt in a way neither of them can quite explain when people ask. This is likely why it takes them so long to notice that they’ve become inseparable in other ways too.

It starts with the little things: One morning at breakfast, Jace takes a drink of his milk only to nearly choke on it when it turns out to be orange juice. It’s not that Jace doesn’t like orange juice – in fact he much prefers it, which is why that’s what he put in his glass – but when you’re expecting milk, tasting OJ is not a great experience. Why he would expect it to be milk is beyond Jace, though, as he’s been drinking either coffee or OJ with his breakfast every day for years.

“Thought it was milk?” Alec asks from across the table, and Jace looks away from the offending glass of milkOJ, to see Alec holding up his own glass – of milk, as he drinks every morning, and has as long as Jace has known him. “Thought mine was juice.”

#Six Sentence Sunday #Shadowhunters #Alec Lightwood #Jace Wayland #Parabatai #WIP Excerpt #Jace and Alec BroTP #I just love them okay #And I love the concept of the Parabatai bond #I'm often sad it doesn't exist irl at least as far as we know #like with dragons I am also often sad that I don't know any dragons #or that I can't fly one rather

[thegreenaardvark]

Before I Go (Shadowhunters)

As soon as I heard I was speeding into the lobby of the institute. This had to be some sort of mistake. The Raphael that I knew would never just abandon his clan, especially now. 

"Is it true?"

"Lower your voice Isabelle," Alec said. Placing a hand on my shoulder, he guided me out of the main area of the institute into one of the side halls. I could almost feel the waves of tension rolling off on him.

"Alec, what's going on?"

"It's temporary. Raphael came to tell me that he was going on leave for a while. He'll be back in a few months. " Alec said , turning to face me.

"But why would Raphael just leave like this? I know Raphael. He wouldn't just leave like this, especially after the attack on the institute. This doesn't make any sense. Where is he even be going?"

"I didn't ask."

"I have to go find him."

"Izzy wait," Alec said, grabbing my arm to spin my back around, "I thought you were done with this. Besides, he's probably already gone. Maybe you didn't know him as well as you thought."

"I know that your worried about me Alec, but I'm fine. I'm capable of controlling myself without you looking over my shoulder all the time," I snapped, pulling away from him.

 I headed back towards my room. It hurt me to think that Alec didn't trust me anymore. I had been clean for weeks and he was still watching my every move I collected my bag and was half way through reapplying my lipstick when Alec came through my door, not even bothering to close it all the way. 

"Alec why can't you just leave me alone!" 

"Because I care about you Izzy. I can't watch you go back down that road. I can't watch him hurt you again."

"Raphael is not going to hurt me," I said standing, "I know he cares about me. You heard him say it."

"Did he tell you that before or after he bit you?"

"I thought that you of all people would understand."

Grabbing my bag, I pushed past Alec and made my way through the institute.

________________________________________________________________________________

My stomach was a ball of nerves as I was led through the Hotel DuMort towards Raphael's suite.

The escort left me standing outside he a closed door. Before I even knocked the door swung open. 

"What are you doing here Isabelle? "he said, walking back towards an open suitcase.

"Were you really going to just leave without saying goodbye?"

He didn't respond. He went back to packing, carefully folding his clothes. I strode over to him and flung the suitcase onto the floor, spilling the few contents that had been placed into it across the room.

"Fine Isabelle, you wanna talk about it? Let's talk about it. I thought it would be easier for both of us if I just kept this quiet. I know a guy who owns a soup kitchen, and I'm going there to try and redeem whatever is left of myself. Zeke will be here as my representative here while I'm away, so if something comes up than you can talk to him, but otherwise you need to stay away from the DuMort."

"How would it possibly be easier Raphael? I care about you, and I know you care about me."

"Of course I do, that's why I have to go. Isabelle, we're on opposite sides of a war."

"You really think it'll come down to a war?"

"If the downworld refuses to work with the clave, it could be a violation of the accords."

His words hung heavy in the air. I new it was right. if it came down to a war then we would just be forced to leave each other all over again. I hated it, but he was right.

"I'll be waiting for you. After all of this is over, come find me and we'll figure it this out."

"I can't ask that of you Isabelle..."

"You're not, I'm offering. There's no one else I want right now but you. I understand why you have to leave, but before you go, please, just promise me that you'll find me after."

He took both of my hands in his. "I promise. I WILL find you. And you promise me that if there is a war, you'll survive it."

"I promise."

He leaned in to kiss my forehead.

"You need to go."

"I know..."

"I wish you didn't have to..."

"I know."

________________________________________________________________________________

I found my room back at the institute, not bothering to tell anyone that I was back. I had barely sat down at my vanity when Alec came rushing through my door. 

"Izzy? Izzy! I was so worried about you," he said pulling me into a tight hug, "What happened? You didn't..."

"Relapse? No."

"Thank the angel. Where's Raphael?"

"He's gone. He didn't say where."

"Izzy I'm sorry. I know you liked him."

Alec hugged me tighter and let me cry into his shoulder. I knew it would be a long time until I saw Raphael again, but even though he drove me crazy sometimes, I knew my brother would always be there for me.

#shadowhunters #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #raphael santiago #the mortal instruments #cassandra clare #rizzy #fanfiction #fanfic #sad #hurt/comfort

[secretsofblackthornhall]

Emma to Cristina

Dear Cristina!

Sorry to startle you, I just wrote “Dear Cristina” with the comma first and it seemed a little down. Thought I would try to spice it up a little. And I want to hear from you because I miss you and it’s highly annoying that you couldn’t be in New York. 

Why did Nene have to pick this exact time to visit you guys? Is it because she has faerie intuition and carefully decided to keep us apart? I mean, no, probably not, she seems like a pretty good person. But still! Show up a week later, Nene! Also disappointed to hear that she didn’t spill anything about what the heck is up in the Seelie Court. I guess if she had given up the court’s secrets to Kieran — who is, technically, the King of the Unseelie Court — the Seelie Queen would consider that “bad” and Nene to be a “traitor,” but that’s nothing compared to how much we want to know what’s up.

Anyway. We’re back from New York, where the weather was much worse than in London, but whatever. We’d sent that picture of the candlesticks from the church to Alec, and he showed them to his mom, who recognized them. She said Robert had brought them along with a bunch of other inherited Lightwood stuff when they left Idris for NYC, and she had no idea what had happened to them since, but they were probably in the NY Institute somewhere. Well, we’ve got the Ghost Sensor, so we said goodbye to Rupert and headed over. (Julian wondered whether Rupert misses us when we’re gone, but it’s hard to tell if ghosts can tell the passage of time. In any case we didn’t find sad faces drawn in the dust when we came back, or anything like that.)

So we saw Jace and Clary, of course, and Alec came to help. I think he was really curious since it’s his family’s stuff. (We were hoping to see Simon and Isabelle but they were off recruiting for Shadowhunter Academy. And Magnus stayed home with the kids. He texted us a video from their apartment where he asked Max and Rafe, “Are we going to help our friends?” and they both shouted, “No!” It was cute. I mean, Max and Rafe were cute. Magnus was maybe milking it a little.)

Finding the candlesticks was…pretty easy, actually, kind of anticlimactic. They were hiding in plain sight in the church’s nave among all the other candlesticks and candelabras and other candle-related things. And the Sensor led us right to them. So maybe they weren’t removed in the Blitz but instead the Lightwoods took them back? Or maybe they were removed and then brought back and sometime after that Robert’s parents took them out of the church? We’ll probably never know, but it also probably doesn’t matter since, whatever, we have them, mystery solved.

In celebration we ordered a pizza and ate it by the light of the candlesticks. New York pizza! It is the best. It hurts to say that a little, as an LA girl, but the truth is the truth. I’d missed it so. Pizza in London is…well, best not to speak of it.

So while we were eating Jace asked Alec if there was any news from Idris, and Julian and I kind of looked at each other because there’s never news from Idris, the Cohort have all shut themselves in there and refuse to come out or let anyone in, you know the deal.

Alec revealed that they had been working on some new variation on fire-messages that would be able to get through the wards around Idris. Mostly using Clary’s power to invent new runes. They’ve been sending them for a while, trying different things, but hadn’t gotten any responses until very recently when they heard from one of my least favorite people, Manuel.

So Alec and Manuel have apparently been sending messages back and forth. Zara refuses to respond and Manuel implied that she didn’t like that he and Alec were talking. Alec thinks he might be lying and Zara might not even know. But Alec also thinks Manuel is tired of being stuck there and might be their way in, since (as we all know) Manuel cares about Manuel above everything else, certainly way more than he cares about the Cohort’s supposed mission. Like Jace said, Zara is a true believer, but Manuel is just an opportunist.

This was all super-interesting, of course, but Julian and I started to feel bad remembering that Alec is, you know, the Consul. Julian said he knew Alec had important Consul stuff to do and it was great that he had come to help find the candlesticks anyway. And then Alec said a really nice thing! He said that their New York crew had always had to work in secret, that they’d always thought of the Clave as the enemy. Well, maybe not the enemy, but not their ally. The Clave they grew up with, you know, locked Jace in the Silent City and refused to believe that Valentine was returning. They would never have thought of going to them for help. So Alec said it was really important to him as Consul to actually be there for the Shadowhunters, to be someone they could know and talk to and bring problems to, rather than hiding. And I guess we did know Alec personally before, and they are his family’s candlesticks, but still, it was nice that he thought of it as part of his Consul duties to help us out, rather than thinking of it as something taking time away from his Real Work. He said this was his Real Work, and we’d better not stop coming to him and Magnus for help.

So then after a while Clary announced that she and I needed to have some girl talk and whisked me off to Taki’s for coffee. Julian she left with Jace and Alec. When last I saw him Jace was guiding him towards the weapons room to take a look at the collection of 17th-century Spanish military swords he’d recently found in one of the church weapons caches somewhere in New York. Julian watched me leave like a puppy being taken to the vet for shots, but I think he had a good time. So he says, anyway.

Clary and I settled into a booth at Taki’s. She wanted to ask me how I was doing, and I started telling her, but she seemed distracted, and I realized that maybe she needed to talk to me about how she was doing. Which turned out to be true. She’s worried because Alec likes to believe the best of people, and he’s really optimistic about the progress they’ve made getting in touch with Manuel, but Clary thinks Zara is a manipulative psycho. On which topic we agree.

“You think it’s a trick?” I said. “Or a trap?”

She said she didn’t know. But then she kind of argued with herself and said she understood how important it was to open up Idris, that she knew the Clave couldn’t survive forever split in two like this.

I said it seemed like it was really weighing heavily on them, and she kind of sighed and gave me the big news, or rather the lack of big news, which is that she and Jace have decided they don’t want to get married until the Clave is reunited. And Simon and Isabelle feel the same way.

“It’s not like there’s any reason to rush,” she said. She was looking out the window as she said it, though, and she sounded kind of sad. “But we don’t want a wedding where all anyone is thinking about is how Idris is off-limits and the Clave is broken.”

She kept looking out the window, so I asked if she saw someone out there, and she kind of looked guilty and turned back to me. “Oh, no, I thought I saw Jace for a minute, but it wasn’t him.”

Finally we got around to how I’m doing and I got to tell her the thing I’m worried about, which you and I have talked about a little. Which is that Julian and I are fixing up this house and I guess…we’re going to move here? Like, move to London. And out of Los Angeles for good. And I haven’t really gotten to think about what that would be like. I was thinking of it as a kind of temporary thing where we would fix up the house and then go home. And it’s easy to feel that way because of all the stuff going on with the Clave.

But for Julian, this will be our new home. And I can’t blame him for wanting that. I mean, for one thing, he’s a Blackthorn and it’s Blackthorn Hall. But we grew up in Los Angeles. I’m an LA girl, all my memories of my parents are of them in Los Angeles. But then we both do have many hard memories from the LA Institute, and it would be nice to put them behind us and get a fresh start. I don’t know. Do you ever find it strange, that you live in New York now? And Faerie? Do you miss the D.F.?

Maybe it’s Idris being out of reach that makes it feel so strange. I grew up always knowing that however spread out the Shadowhunters might be we all had a home together in Idris. It held the Clave together all over the world. But what if Idris is really gone for us, Cristina?

What if it’s gone forever?

Xoxox

Emma

#sobh #secrets of blackthorn hall #emma carstairs #julian blackthorn #clary fairchild #taki's diner #the clave #cristina rosales #blackstairs

[dumbladores]

Ok im gonna write an Alec Lightwood x fem!reader to annoy all the sad hypocritical little gatekeepers that think they can control what others fantasize about and thereby erase the very purpose of fanfic.

Any scenarios you’d like to read, fellow Alec-Fangirls?

#alec lightwood #Alec lightwood x fem!reader #alec lightwood imagine #Alec lightwood fanfic #alec lightwood x Reader

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

prompt 🥺

https://www.tumblr.com/promptsforthestrugglingauthor/727664525224099840?source=share

Alec’s all over him, his limbs flailing, feeling heavier than ever under the influence of alcohol. Magnus finds it hard to carry him but it’s Alec, Alec who can suddenly be 7000 pounds heavier and Magnus still would carry him from the club to their shared apartment.

“You are so drunk, I am never letting you live this down,” Magnus chuckles.

Alec giggles, and lord if it isn’t the most beautiful sound Magnus has heard. He nuzzles his face against Magnus’s neck, giggling and smiling, and so what if Magnus might not survive the night? So what if this is how he dies? It’s a small price to pay to have Alexander Gideon Lightwood this close to him.

“I can’t believe Jace did that,” Alec says between a fit of laughter.

Magnus shakes his head in affection. “Jace did what Jace always does. But have you forgotten what you just did? You got drunk drunk and gave me a lap dance,” he murmurs.

Alec laughs, “I had to. That man was being an asshole to you.”

Magnus still can’t believe what happened tonight.

He somehow gets the two of them inside the apartment and locks the door.

“I’m pretty sure that that could’ve gone a hundred different ways.”

Alec stops in his track at the words. He straightens up, suddenly all laughter leaving his body and a serious look appears on his face.

“That jerk was calling you names for looking all pretty.”

“So you thought giving me a lap dance would be the best way to shut him up?”

Alec shakes his head frantically. “Yes. Yes I did. That made him so uncomfortable.”

Magnus’s heart warms at the idiot.

“I’ve been called names a hundred times my dear. I know how to giving it back to those assholes.”

Alec wraps both his hands around Magnus’s right arm and lays his head on his shoulder. “I know. But you don’t always have to do it alone.”

He doesn’t have an answer to that so he doesn’t. He’s been fighting alone for so long that the idea that someone else could ever stand up for him is still a little surreal.

It’s not an unwelcoming feeling though.

Magnus liked being protected today.

“You didn’t like it?” Alec pouts suddenly and Magnus wants—no, needs Alec to stop doing all these things with his face. Looking all giggly and soft and beautiful. Magnus needs Alec to stop being so Alec.

Magnus shakes his head, the memory of the lap dance still not leaving his mind. He thinks it might never leave him. The way Alec moved, the way his body felt against Magnus’s.

“That was the best lap dance I’ve ever received,” he replies, not knowing what else he can say.

He doesn’t know how to put it in words.

When you touched me, it felt like every single cell in my body came to life. It felt like I had been sleeping for years and the softest touch of love and want woke me. Saved me.

There’s no platonic way to put something like this across.

“Okay, it’s time to sleep now.”

The second Magnus says this, Alec releases himself from Magnus’s hold and lies on the floor, his limb stretched.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping.”

“Not on the floor, you dummy. In your room. On the bed,” Magnus says exasperatedly.

“No. I’m sleeping here tonight.”

“Alexander,” he sighs. “Your back’s going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow.”

Alec gives a beaming smile at that. He suddenly sits up, takes Magnus’s hand in his and pulls him to the floor on top of him. “Come on. You should sleep on the floor with me too.”

Magnus yelps as he falls on top of Alec by the movement.

“Alec, you big, giant, moron.”

Alec chuckles at him; bringing his arms around Magnus’s.

“Floor nice,” he slurs, voice getting drowsier now.

Magnus shifts slightly, so he’s lying next to Alec now—on the floor.

He tilts his head towards the man. There’s the biggest smile on his face, as he hums some song, tracing a random pattern on the sleeve of magnus’s shirt.

He seems so content.

Magnus wants to be this content too. It feels he’s never been content. He has felt happiness, sadness, pain, exhilaration and everything before and after. But Magnus has never felt just content.

“Are we really going to sleep on the floor tonight?” He asks, missing his comfortable mattress.

Sue him, he’s a fancy bitch and can’t sleep on a mattresses that doesn’t feel like he’s lying on a soft cloud.

Alec turns beaming and puts his head on Magnus’s chest.

“Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p’.

Magnus thinks that there could be fates far worse than sleeping cuddled up to Alec.

he wakes up a few hours later, his body hurting like a bitch due to sleeping on the floor. He curses Alec for his stupid idea but then he looks down to find the man still sleeping on his chest, his arm around his stomach holding him tightly and suddenly, his body doesn’t hurt anymore.

But enough is enough so he finally pushes himself up from the floor, extracting himself from Alec carefully, so as not to wake him.

He considers leaving Alec on the floor but doesn’t. He bends down, his back cracking and he picks Alec up.

Magnus somehow manages to not throw him somewhere on the way and he places Alec on his bed. He turns to leave the room when Alec’s hand on his arm stops him.

“Stay.”

Magnus breathes as he sits down next to Alec. Even with all the bed head, he looks gorgeous. He raises his hand to brush the hair away from his face.

He’s never been more in love and his heart hurts. But he can never tell Alec because Magnus can’t risk telling Alec and him not returning the feelings. To lose Alec to his feelings, he doesn’t think he’ll survive that.

Maybe his purpose in life is just to love Alec from afar. It doesn’t seem like a bad purpose. It seems like the easiest thing in the world.

“I love you,” he whispers, caressing Alec’s face gently. “I love you. I love you,” he says, feeling the taste of the words in his mouth. “I do not know about you but it does feel like I’m made to love you Alec Lightwood.”

Alec doesn’t say it back like Magnus expected.

The fact that Alec is sleeping which is probably why he doesn’t say anything back isn’t important. Magnus feels like being dramatic.

He bends down again, and kisses Alec’s forehead softly.

And leaves.

#in this house we stan a simpy magnus bane #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood