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🔗 A Dozen Red Roses by @stupidnephilimlove

| Rated: T | One Shot, 4k words | Malec

SUMMARY:

Isabelle heads for the door, before pausing on the threshold and turning back to Alec. “It’s sort of traditional to send a dozen red roses on Valentine’s Day.” A smile blooms across her lips, that sentimental one that she only gets when she’s happy for Alec. “Magnus is sending them to you one by one.” And then she’s gone.

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Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Wayland, Simon Lewis, Clary Fray Additional Tags: Rituals, Summoning, Demon Magnus Bane, Alternate Universe - Human, Halloween, Week 1: Bad Decisions Were Made Series: Part 1 of October fic fest

Summary:  When Izzy stumbles upon an old ritual book in a used book store, she decides it's perfect for her Halloween party. It's supposed to be a little fun, but the book and the idea give Alec the creeps.

But really, what could go wrong?

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Merry Christmas, @stupidnephilimlove!

Merry Christmas!! I hope you like it!!!!

*****

Find You There

One.

It’s dark outside. Snow falls gently from the sky, pelting the grass in a fluffy white blanket. Their home is abundant with joy and warmth, incomplete traditions of years past inviting comfort into the hearts of a now complete family.

Alec looks on fondly as his husband gathers their sleeping eleven year old daughter into his arms, carrying her to her bedroom. His mother is smiling, her hair resting on her shoulders. Her fingers curl elegantly around a wine glass stem, her right arm resting at Luke’s waist as they snuggle together on the couch. His father and his new wife stand in the corner, laughing softly. There had been years of turmoil when his parents had been married, and a deep sigh of relief had followed their divorce. He was glad to see them both smiling and happy; something he wasn’t entirely certain he’d ever seen when they had been together, not even when he was a child.

Isabelle, Jace, and Max sit on the other couch together, setting up the next game for the evening. Max is 16 now, and Alec feels a never ending burst of pride towards his youngest sibling. He’d been nothing short of a menace growing up, but the years have started to mellow him out significantly. Alec feels all 29 years of his life as he watches him grow into an adult, and it’s something that should maybe bring a feeling of dread, but all Alec feels is a deep and sated content.

Jace, his best friend and sort-of brother, is finally at a point in his life that he can say he’s genuinely happy. Years of abuse from his father, Stephen Herondale, had culminated into a reckless boy longing for love and affection. He’d found it in the Lightwood home, but it wasn’t until a couple years ago when he began regular therapy sessions that he really began to find his own purpose in life. He’s a successful entrepreneur in a happy relationship with his longtime girlfriend, Clary Fairchild. Alec thinks of the ring he knows he keeps in his jacket pocket and he smiles, looking at the bright and happy redhead standing in the corner with her childhood friend and Izzy’s boyfriend, Simon Lewis.

Izzy had made friends with Clary a few years ago, bringing her into their lives and subsequently tearing down all their walls, one by one, until she burrowed her way into their tight knit family. Simon had followed her, similarly settling into their lives as a permanent fixture. Alec had, admittedly, been rather averse to their presence at first but eventually warmed up to the both of them, knowing they had made his siblings happier than he had ever seen them.

Magnus interrupts his musings as he settles in next to him on the large armchair which, though wide enough to seat both of them comfortably, finds Magnus more in his lap than on the chair itself.

“Serenity is asleep,” he says, “She woke up for a bit when I put her in bed but all she wanted was Bun.”

Bun, as their daughter affectionately called her stuffed rabbit, had been around since they’d adopted her 4 years ago. It was the first gift they had given her when they brought her room, and she refused to sleep without it. Alec feels affection swell within him, knowing his little girl was just that, still- a little girl.

“Thank you,” he says, leaning over to give him a chaste kiss.

“What were you thinking about over here?” Magnus asks, and Alec shrugs.

“Just that I’m happy to be here with everyone.”

Magnus hums in agreement and sits up slightly as Isabelle smirks in triumph, announcing the start of the next game.

“Let’s kick their asses,” he grins, and Alec smirks. He loves his family, but there’s no way in hell him and Magnus are losing their winning streak this year.

Two.

Magnus can feel his magic bubbling to the surface, playful and curious as it always is in Alexander’s presence. He suppresses it, not wanting to scare off his new- well. It’s perhaps a bit early to call him his boyfriend- they’ve only been on a grand total of three dates- but the sentiment remains. He really likes Alec, and he’d like to keep him around, if only for a little while.

Everyone leaves him eventually.

They’re sitting in companionable silence, grading tests and sharing longing glances every so often. As he falls into a deep state of focus, he doesn’t notice the blue sparks that start to make their way towards Alec, running across his arm.

“Oh,” Alec says, and Magnus looks up.

Whatever it was he thought he would see, it’s certainly not tendrils of magic wrapping themselves around Alec in smoky blue wisps. Magnus pales and forcefully draws the magic back into him.

“I can explain,” he says, struggling to come up with something to tell Alec.

“Why’d you stop?” Alec asks, pouting, and Magnus freezes.

“What?”

“The magic, why’d you stop it? It felt nice.”

“It… felt nice,” he repeats, somewhat stupidly, taken aback by Alec’s reaction. No one had ever reacted to his magic like this; not even his own mother. In all his nearly 30 years of life, he never thought he’d find someone who would not only accept this side of him, but become confused when he hid it away.

“Yeah,” and Alec is blushing now and oh, this man will be the death of him, “It felt like you.”

“That’s because it was,” Magnus mutters, astounded by this man’s ease of adaptation, “Me, that is. It was me.”

“I figured.”

Magnus shakes his head, smiling brightly at the man sitting across from him. Slowly, he lets go, and his magic reaches out to him again, soft and curious. Alec smiles and Magnus thinks that maybe Alec might just be the one to stay.

Three.

He’s walking along the poorly lit Sunset Boulevard. It’s mid-January and damn near 4 in the morning, but the light leather jacket he has on has him sweating in the California weather. He’s never been able to adjust to the weather here, despite the fact he’d lived here since he was a child.

He doesn’t really know where he is or where he’s going, but he knows he’ll find his way to where he needs to be. It’s a gift that has been with him (with his people, really) for millennia now. He looks up at the night sky, seeing the stars that are there despite the intense light pollution, and he imagines he can see his home from here. He knows he can’t, and that he’ll likely never see it again, but he can certainly hope.

He hears the flash of a camera and he curses, preparing himself for the ambush. He keeps walking, minding his own business, knowing this is the best method for dealing with the unwanted attention he’d been at the behest of for nearly 5 years now.

“Alec! Hey, Lightwood, Alec Lightwood! What are you up to tonight?” the paparazzo calls, and Alec keeps walking. He scoffs as the man continues to follow him, taking pictures as they go. “Come on, man, give me something here! You got a new boyfriend? How’s your sister?”

Alec grits his teeth and spins around, his eyes flashing in anger. The man takes a step back, frightened by the sight. “Woah, hey, I don’t mean any harm,” the guy laughs nervously, “I mean, we’re just concerned ya know, after that brush with death the people wanna know how she’s doing in rehab-”

Alec feels his eyes flash brighter, and the man falls on his ass, breaking his camera in the process. He knows he needs to control himself, he needs to calm down, but the mention of his sister has him seething. He stalks forward and the guy backs up before scrambling to his feet and running, disregarding the shattered equipment he left behind. The tension leaves him almost immediately, and his eyes return to normal. He picks up the camera and stands, turning around to go home. He freezes.

“What the actual fuck?” the man breathes out, his eyes wide.

“Ah, shit,” he mutters, pulling out his phone. He dials the number he knows practically by heart, getting in contact with the organization so that they can get the mess he’d made taken care of. He explains the situation briefly before hanging up, knowing they’d be arriving soon.

“Are you Alec Lightwood?” the man asks when he pockets his phone, seemingly shaken out of his earlier shock.

“Yeah, I am,” he says, knowing the man wouldn’t be remembering this conversation tomorrow, “What’s your name?”

“Magnus Bane,” he says.

“Are you okay?”

“Your eyes were white,” the man says instead of answering the question. Alec curses himself internally; he’d known he was angry, but he hadn’t realized it was that bad. If the paparazzo had looked at him for any longer, the man would be dead.

“Yeah, that happens sometimes,” he says. He can hear the tires screeching not too far away, and he sighed a breath of relief.

“Are you an alien or something?”

“Yeah, actually, I am.”

“Why are you just,” Magnus hesitates, “answering my questions? Aren’t you concerned I’ll tell someone?”

“Not really,” Alec shrugs, greeting the two suited women who exited the car matter-of-factly, “You won’t be remembering this conversation anyway.”

“Wait, what-?”

“Alec,” Maia calls, exasperated, “How many times are we gonna have to do this?”

Alec just shrugs and she rolls her eyes. Gretel smirks at him, amused.

“Who is this guy?” Maia asks.

“His name is Magnus. He just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time; the guy that pissed me off already ran away, but I have his camera.”

“So what you’re telling me is we’re going to have to track this guy.”

He shrugs again and Maia sighs, taking out her sunglasses and neuralyzer.

“Again, what the fuck?” Magnus calls, “I’m standing right here! What are you people going to do to me?”

“Magnus, don’t worr-” Maia starts, her smile sweet and deadly.

“Wait,” Alec interrupts, chewing his lip, “Let me talk to him first.”

Maia huffs and puts her neuralyzer back in her jacket pocket, waving her hand. He walks up to Magnus and hesitates, “I’m sorry about this, I didn’t know you were here,” he says, “But if you don’t mind, I would like for you to at least remember meeting me tonight. If that’s alright with you.”

“Are you telling me they’re going to just… take my memory of this?” Magnus asks, baffled.

“Sort of. It’s more like they’re just gonna… convince you to forget certain things.”

“That doesn’t make this any better.”

“I know,” Alec says, sighing, “Let me make it up to you? When it’s all over?”

“What are you suggesting?” Magnus asks, somewhat suspiciously.

“Dinner?”

“Oh,” he says, “What, like… Like a date?”

Alec blushes slightly, “If that’s what you want, I don’t mind it being a date.”

A smile finds its way onto Magnus’ face, and Alec’s heart stutters, “Okay, I’ll go to dinner with you- on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“If it goes well, and we… get to know each other, tell me the truth of what happened here tonight.”

Alec looks back at Maia and Gretel, then back at Magnus, “It’s a deal.”

He grins and walks back to Maia, explaining the deal to her. She rolls her eyes and grumbles under her breath about troublesome aliens and pretty boys. She walks up to Magnus, pulling the neuralyzer back out. In a matter of minutes, Magnus’ memories of Alec’s more extraterrestrial abilities were erased, and the girls were gone.

Magnus snaps out of it, looking at Alec.

“So,” he purrs, “you got a phone number?”

Four.

Magnus lets out a deep breath and plops into the grass, his sore feet throbbing. Church and Clefairy curled up next to him, sleepy from the long day of travel. Alec throws the bags on the other side and plops next to Magnus, groaning.

“I could sleep for an eternity,” Magnus mumbles, Alec grunting in agreement.

“We should probably let everyone out for a bit, get some fresh air,” Alec suggests. Magnus nods and reaches for his pokeballs, pressing the release button for each one. Church gets up, excited to see his friends (or, about as excited as any Gglameow can get) and Alec’s Clefairy does the same.

Alec’s Snorlax looks around for food before deciding it would rather sleep, settling in a soft patch of grass and snoring peacefully. Magnus’ eyes widen in curiosity as he realizes that this is the first time meeting all of Alec’s Pokemon, and he sits up a little straighter from his own spot in the grass.

Magikarp flops around in the grass next to Magnus’ own Magikarp, and he smiles in amusement. Magikarp were incredibly useless in battle until they evolved, but they were at least good for drawing a smile out. His eyes flit to the right, where Alec is standing, and his eyebrows raise in alwarm at the Bewear trying to elicit a hug out of Alec.

“Bewear, no,” Alec scowls, “We’ve talked about this. You can’t hug me, you don’t know your own strength. I’ll hug you, but you have to calm down first, okay?”

The Bewear slumps in defeat before sitting down. He wraps his arms around himself and pouts, and Magnus has to try really hard not to laugh. Alec sighs and wraps his arms around the Pokemon, muttering something that he can’t hear, and his heart just about melts in his chest.

This man will be the death of him, he’s certain.

He startles as he feels something brushing against his legs, and he looks down to see his own Espeon cuddling up by an Umbreon, presumably Alec’s. Wooper is running around with Clefairy somewhere in the distance, but he can’t drag his eyes away from the sight below him. Church and Clefairy’s bond was something that he sometimes still couldn’t believe himself, but to see his Espeon and Alec’s Umbreon interacting in this way…

Well. He can’t help but entertain that Alec may be his soulmate, if soulmates are a thing. To have Pokemon that are this compatible with one another is rare even amongst family. The rareness of the parabatai bond that Church and Clefairy share only further serves to confound and baffle him.

His thoughts settle themselves as Alec sits next to him, running his hand through Umbreon’s fur.

“I didn’t know you had an Espeon,” he whispers.

“I didn’t know you had an Umbreon,” he responds, “Or a Bewear, for that matter.”

Alec snorts, “He killed a few Team Rocket grunts not long before Izzy and I left. I was supposed to… take care of him,” he curls his lips in disgust, “I ended up training him instead. He’s a good Pokemon, he just doesn’t really know his own strength. We’re working on it, though.”

Magnus nods in understanding. Alec is a caring man with a heart much larger than he can sometimes bear, but he continues to care even when he’s suffocating.

“What’s in that one?” Alec asks, and Magnus remembers he had one last Pokemon to release. He hesitates.

“It’s a Dragonite,” he admits, “Rescued him from Team Rocket a few years ago. She was in a bad way, and the trauma from the experience still affects her now. I’ve never released her around strangers before, and I’m just worried she might attack you.”

Alec hums, considering. He stands and walks a few feet away before calling Church and Clefairy over, the rest of Magnus’ Pokemon and Alec’s Umbreon following moments later. He sits amongst them, placing his hands gently on Church and Espeon.

“Let her out,” he calls, “Maybe if she sees that the other Pokemon feel safe with me, she won’t attack.”

“And what if she attacks anyway?” Magnus asks, his heart pounding against his chest.

“I’ll protect the Pokemon,” Alec says, “Don’t worry about that.”

That’s not what I’m worried about, he wants to say, but he knows Alec already knows that. He just cares far more for the safety of their Pokemon than his own safety. He drags in a deep breath, looking down at the Pokeball before pressing the release button.

Once Dragonite has settled, he runs his hands down her flank and muzzle, whispering. She hums. He breathes, in and out, before stepping to the side and allowing her to see Alec. She perks up for a moment, considering the sight before her. She approaches slowly, suspiciously, and Magnus follows in nervous apprehension.

As they approach, Dragonite sniffs around, watching Alec with an intensity that would make any man fear for his life. Alec didn’t even react, continuing to pet the others. Eventually, Dragonite must decide that Alec is okay, because she lays down- still separated, not entirely trusting of her new companions- and watches.

Magnus lets out a deep breath and sits next to her. Alec Lightwood was definitely going to be the death of him.

Five.

Alec gazes down at the small box in his hands. He’s had it for a few weeks now; he’d honestly intended on proposing the day he got the damn thing- he was owed enough favors from his vendors, he could have gotten the flowers and the food in a matter of hours if he really needed to- but Magnus was acting… weird.

Well. Weirder than normal.

He’s the first to admit that his boyfriend is strange. The nature of a 400 year old man who’d been hiding his powers for nearly that long and then suddenly had them back only a few years ago, he supposes.

But this was weirder than his usual. He’s been distant, and though it’s difficult for him to describe, even the air around them feels different. More charged. Sometimes- and he knows this is crazy because Magnus has always had control over his magic, even when they were first together and he was still getting used to it- it feels like the magic is reaching out to him, trying to pull him in. He could talk to him about it if Magnus would just stop avoiding him.

He sighs and pulls out his phone. If Magnus won’t talk to him, then Alec’s just gonna have to figure this out on his own.

“Hey, Ragnor?” he says, “Are you free today?”

Alec briefly explains the situation and they make plans to meet that afternoon at Ragnor’s home. He got up and grabbed the keys to Magnus’ car, knowing it would take at least an hour to get to Ragnor’s. He could run some errands on the way there, stop by the office to check on the interns. He briefly considers leaving the ring at home before changing his mind, grabbing it and stuffing it in his jacket pocket.

He can’t stop thinking about Magnus the entire time, biting his lip raw as he makes his way upstate. What if Magnus has grown tired of him? They’ve had the immortality argument before, and though he’s mostly accepted it now, he can’t help but wonder how Magnus can even stand to be with someone like him.

Mortal. Boring. Predictable.

He pulls into Ragnor’s driveway, impressed as he always is by the house. It’s an 18th century cottage, European inspired and probably expensive as all hell. Being immortal certainly has its financial perks.

Ragnor greets him before he even walks up to the door, having felt him enter the wards the moment he passed the mailbox. He’s ushered inside, and he smiles in amusement at the man’s antics.

“Now, now,” Ragnor says, practically pushing him onto the couch and summoning a tray of tea and snacks, “From what you’ve told me about the way Magnus is acting, I’m fairly certain I know what the issue is on his side. You, on the other hand…”

“Me?” he asks in confusion, his brows furrowed. What did he do?

“You see,” Ragnor begins to explain, munching on a cookie (It’s a biscuit, says the voice in his head that sounds like Ragnor, and he wonders when that happened) “When warlocks allow their magic to be active and have been in a relationship for so long, our magic begins to reach out to that person. It’s totally normal, usually wouldn’t be a cause for concern, except that it can only happen when our partners possess magic of their own.”

“I-” Alec starts, and isn’t that something? To think he’s had magic this whole time, to know that he’s not so mundane after all, “I’ve never used magic.”

“I know that, you know that, Magnus knows that,” Ragnor says, “That’s probably why he’s been so distant. Old insecurities and frankly ancient trust issues have come back to bite him in the arse.”

Ah. “I guess that makes sense. Suddenly finding out I have magic after all these years…”

Except he hadn’t known, either. He really needs to talk to Magnus about this. But, first thing’s first.

“Can we find out what I am?” he asks, “Like… what kind of magic do I have?”

Is he immortal?

“Yes, of course,” Ragnor says, pulling out a small vial, “Just drink this.”

Alec eyes it suspiciously, raising it to his face to sniff. No smell. He shrugs and downs it, not feeling any different, though by the look on Ragnor’s face he was certainly seeing something. He looks down and gasps.

“Where did these tattoos come from?”

His arms are covered in them. Stark black, curving in confusing manners, almost like calligraphy. Except, when he looked at them, he knew what they meant. Courage. Strength. Stamina. Healing. Angelic power.

“You, my dear boy, are one of the last remaining nephilim,” he says in awe, “and judging by the wings you now have on your back, I’d say the blood of the angels runs quite strongly through your veins.”

Alec whipped his head around, and he caught a glimpse of white glowing wings before they vanished. He looked back at Ragnor, then down at his now bare arms.

“How the hell am I supposed to tell Magnus that I’m a Shadowhunter when they don’t even exist anymore?”

Ragnor winces, “Well, it won’t be easy, that’s for sure,” he softens, “But he’ll listen to you. He loves you to the point that, if you were even a fraction of a bad man, he’d be in severe danger of being hurt.”

Alec nods, instinctively pulling out the box and looking at it. Ragnor inhales sharply, not quite a gasp, and sits up straighter. Alec looks up at him, and the look Ragnor gives him is nothing short of pleading.

“Take care of him.”

“I will,” Alec says, more determined than ever. He has some favors to call in.

Plus one.

Magnus wakes up slowly to his boyfriend- husband, he corrects himself with glee- wrapped tightly around him. He grins and turns around, facing him. Alec is still asleep, though he seems to be waking up now. He leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead, and Alec’s nose crinkles slightly. He can’t resist pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose before Alec tips his chin up, and he kisses his lips.

It’s soft and gentle and slow. They don’t have to get up or go anywhere or do anything. They could lie here like this all day if they wanted, wrapped up in nothing but each other.

Magnus hums and pulls back, his eyes fluttering in contentment. Alec has a soft smile on his face, his fingers gently stroking under his eyes.

“I love your eyes,” he mutters, and Magnus smiles.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.”

Alec kisses him again, somehow softer but no less intense in emotion. He could do this for hours; days; he could do this for an eternity, if he had the chance to do so. He pulls back again.

“Simon told me something interesting at the wedding last night,” he says, laughing at Alec’s eyeroll.

“How interesting can it be? It’s Simon.”

“He told me that you asked him to turn you.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

Magnus snorts, “Oh, yeah, he says. How do you forget to mention that?”

“I forgot it happened,” Alec mutters, “I was desperate to get to you, but then Clary came up with that rune, and well…”

Magnus sighs, wrapping his arms around Alec and pressing a kiss onto his temple. Alec leans over and kisses his neck, snuggling into him.

“I still can’t believe you came,” Magnus whispers, “I didn’t think I would ever see you again. I-”

He thought he would be alone. Forever.

“I told you,” Alec says, “We always find our way back to each other, and it was only Edom.”

“Clary had to invent a new rune just so you could bare to enter Edom,” Magnus says.

“Yeah, and I found you,” Alec insists, “I’d find you anywhere if I had to. If you somehow ended up in another dimension, I would find you there. When I die and you live on…” he swallows, tears pricking his eyes, “We’ll find each other again. You’ll never be alone, Magnus.”

Magnus rests his hand on Alec’s cheek, staring at him in wonder, “Where have you been all my life?” It’s cheesy but he means it all the same. Where was this man when he was alone, for all those centuries? Where was he as the Angels looked down on him in contempt, throwing tragedy at him from every angle?

“I was looking for you,” Alec says, and what is Magnus supposed to say to that?

He can’t think of anything, so he kisses him. And he kisses him. And Alec kisses him back.

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The Week 7 Winner for the prompt Underwater Meeting was @stupidnephilimlove

Summary:   Alexander Lightwood has been searching for the wreck of the Alicante for seven years, but the story of the statue on board when the ship sank has enthralled him far longer.  Is today the day Alec finally finds the man trapped in stone?

Read it here:  AO3

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What about you, Connor? You look human, you sound human. But what are you really?

#detroit become human #connor #rk800 #dbh connor #dbh fanart #my art #its finally done yay! #and yesss ive fallen for yet another fandom #the next drawing will be sh again i promise #but i just had to get this here our of my head #the game is so damn good #and insecure but badass android boy is slowly consuming my life #but i dont really mind #melbopo #theparabatri #stupidnephilimlove #not sure if youre interested in this but tagging you just in case

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fashionable smitten

this has been sitting in my drive for months lol. Inspiration is truly something. Anyways! I hope I time this right, is probably the 29th on England, so: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHLOE @stupidnephilimlove! Thank you for being your amazing self; you're a talented, kind, sweet, funny, hard working and dedicated person, (also, you're a gemini like me so we share that lol nvm) and I wish you the very best on this new year of your life. I am the lucky one for meeting you and getting to talk to you. Keep being skilled at odd jobs! Love you 💚💛💜🖤

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“Lightwood! Go find me the forensics report on the murder case” Chief Garroway told him on his way to his office.

"Sure thing, sir," Alec replied with a curt nod, rising from his desk. He turns away from the desk and towards the elevator that leads down to the forensics lab.

The lab was on the last floor of the building along with the morgue and the archive room. There’s always silence on this corridor, but not an overwhelmingly one, more like one full of questions that are gonna get answers in the name of science and bring closure to a case. He is glad for this silence, allowing him to take a break from--

“Alec! Hi, fancy seeing you here” Clary perks up from the desk she was leaning in while on her phone.

Way to go, silence.

“What are you doing here?” Alec asks her, the sight of his sister’s girlfriend not uncommon in any area of the precinct anymore, or the lab, for that matter.

“Visiting Isabelle, of course”. Clary smiles, “Magnus and I had some time to kill and decided to pop by”.

“Do you know where she is? She’s supposed to give me a forensics report” Alec asks.

“Oh, she’s gushing about fashion with Magnus in the break room”.

“Why don’t they talk about it in her free time? There are cases to solve”

“Oh, they do” Clary tells him, “you’re just never present in the movie nights that you keep missing”

“Is not like I want to miss them, there’s work to do” Alec sighs, “Izzy!” he yells as he enters the break room, “do you have the forensics report ready or—“

His words get cut short at the sight of the most beautiful man ever he laid his eyes into.

"Hi” a smooth voice fills the charged silence his cut off words left.  “I think we haven't met. I would remember a face gorgeous as yours"

"Um" Alec said. Very eloquent. "I'm Alexan-Alec. Alec Lightwood" he stuttered. Great. Way to make a first impression.

"Oh! So you're Isabelle’s gorgeous and caring brother she never stops talking about? I believe the description didn't make you justice. I'm Magnus, by the way" the man-Magnus- said with a grin, offering his hand to shake.

Alec felt himself blush as he took his hand. What was going on with him? He could make criminals cry without breaking a sweat and Magnus managed to reduce him to a blushing mess?

He realized that he needed to say something back. That's how conversations works.

"Nice to meet you, Magnus" he congratulated himself for not stumbling over his words this time. "I've heard a lot Clary’s hot boss" Alec cringed. Did he just said that? "Izzy’s description, not mine. Not that you're not hot, you are, but, I don't want you to perceive me as superficial, and I’m gonna shut up now oh my God" Alec covered his face with his free hand, embarrassed with the word vomit he just let out.

He felt a squeeze against his other hand, realizing they haven't let go yet and that this was probably too much time shaking hands. He dropped his hand from his face, prepared to be made fun by this beautiful man. Only to be met with a small, fond smile.

"Is nice to meet you too, Alexander" Magnus told him in a low voice and then let go of his hand. He then grabbed a pen from his jacket and scribbled something in a piece of paper. "As much I would want to stay and speak with you, I have a company to run. Why don't you give me a call? I would love to continue talking to you" he gave him his card and Alec took it, staring at a cellphone number scribbled behind.

"Sure, um, thank you". Thank you? Thank you? Why did he say thank you? You didn't say thank you, you say something along the lines “I will call you”.

Magnus didn't seem to mind his idiocy though, and gave him a smile before leaving.

Well, shit.

“Very smooth, Alec”. Izzy told him with a smirk. Alec forgot she was here and witnessed the whole scene. “Are you going to call him?”

“Um, I don’t know. Maybe. You know what, that’s not of your business, do you have that report or not?” He asks her, trying not to blush.

Izzy smiles knowingly, “sure thing, brother. Coming up”.

Later, Alec plays with the card on his hands, debating with himself whether to call or not.

He decided he’s gonna text. Yeah, text messages are a safe thing.

Alec: Hey...this is Alec. Alec Lightwood. Just wanted to say hi.

Magnus: Alexander! What a surprise, glad to hear from you.

Alec: I was wondering If you ever wanted to, I don’t know, hang out or something.

The answer takes a little more time to arrive and anxiety is starting to creep in on Alec. What If Magnus just wants to be friends and..Oh, the phone buzzes.

Magnus: As in a date or just friends?

Alec is quickly to reply before he loses the courage.

Alec: Yeah, exactly as a date.

The text comes right away after that.

Magnus: What do you have in mind, detective? ;)

Alec: Maybe dinner? I can cook.

Magnus: Oh! A man the can cook, catch me swooning. Sounds like a plan, darling.

Alec smiles now, relaxed. The effect this man has on him, incredible.

Alec: sounds like a plan ;)

#stupidnephilimlove #shout out to #biconicmagnusbane #for betaing this last minute i love you too amanda #ifthingsgetcrazy #tagging julia bc we've been talking about this for like 2 months #my writing #malec #malec fic #malec fanfic #malec fanfiction #magnus bane #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #luke garroway #clary fray #clizzy

[lovelysapphiic]

I'm feeling a bit meh today but I have too much love to give (as always) so I'm giving it to my five favourite people on here today.

Carla, mi cariño, you're such a sweetheart who has been through so much you didn't deserve and you're still so wonderful and amazing and I just want you to be happy. I aspire to be as strong as you some day. You're an angel. (@kindaresilient )

Robi, you're very passionate about the things you love doing. You're such a supportive person and I am very proud of you, always. I'm sorry about the heart attacks I give you while talking about food. Also, you killed me when you had your hair blue!! (@sometimesambroswrites )

Megan, you're an incredibly talented writer. You're my bicon and I love you and I hope you're happy!!💖💜💙 ( @magnusbicon )

Chloe, Office Hours ruins my life everyday and I hope you're proud of yourself. You're a talented writer as well and talking to you has always been super nice. (@stupidnephilimlove )

Bri, you're so pretty!! And I know I say this everytime you post fics but they're the best everytime. Your writing style is beautiful and enticing and Httbt is currently in my head about 99% of every day. (@carmenlire )

#im the sappiest fuck alive #kindaresilient #carla tag #magnusbicon #megan tag #carmenlire #bri tag #stupidnephilimlove #chloe tag #sometimesambroswrites #robi tag #mutuals #text #not sh

[rebelprintinganddrawing]

Magnus as a pokemon trainer! 

Inspired by @stupidnephilimlove’s fic Type Casting on AO3 ^_^

Also working on a digital version. 

Instagram | Redbubble | Ko-fi

#pencil drawing #Magnus Bane #shadowhunters #pokemon #stupidnephilimlove #fanart

[rebelren]

Good Morning

This came from one of @stupidnephilimlove’s ideas because apparently she has magic powers and somehow I end up writing entire stories for her in tumblr messaging. Beta’d by the amazing @la-muerta - many, many thanks for slogging through this stream of consciousness error-ridden mess. You made it SO much better!

I’m hella embarrassed that this came out of my brain, because apparently I can read smut with a straight face but can’t write it without dying of shame. Here it is anyway lol.

Alec thinks he’s dreaming at first, because he’s dreamt this exact moment. When Magnus responds to his good morning, he still thinks this must be a dream. It’s easy to tell. A person can’t feel this happy. (An alternate take on the 2x18 wake-up scene. Alec’s POV. Contains smut.)

Alec’s dreams surprise him.

Magnus is gorgeous. Incredible. Sex personified. Alec wants everything with him. Wants to be pressed against the wall, his mouth plundered until he has nothing left to give. Wants to be held down and teased, slow and torturous and exquisite. Wants to fuck and be fucked. Wants to get his hands and mouth on Magnus’ cock. Wants to mess up that flawless hair and makeup, ruin that perfect skin with bruises and bitemarks. Wants to reduce the silver-tongued, experienced warlock to a panting, moaning mess, unable to string a sentence together. Alec wants every filthy thing he’d ever dreamed of and so much more besides.

But Alec’s dreams have other ideas. When he’s asleep, it’s always him and Magnus together, but it’s never like his fantasies. Instead, it’s long, lazy, slow kisses without urgency or end. It’s waking up to find himself wrapped up in Magnus’ arms, feeling safe and secure in ways he hadn’t known were possible. It’s gazing at Magnus’ beautiful face and seeing a quick, surprised inhale followed by a dawning smile that crinkles his eyes at the corners. It’s the easy intimacy of hands loosely entangled as they walk down the street.

So, when he wakes up that first morning in Magnus’ bed, it feels familiar to Alec. He knows this feeling, the bright happiness that spreads through him slowly, making his toes stretch and curl with satisfaction. He’s reluctant to open his eyes because that would mean letting go of the dream. He mumbles good morning and holds his breath, so he can hear Magnus respond. He sighs to himself. If only. He knows it’s not real. It’s easy to tell. A person can’t feel this happy.

Then, suddenly, Magnus pokes him in the side, not sharp but not gentle either, and Alec flinches away, an involuntary laugh torn from his throat. His eyes are well and truly open now, because Magnus is launching a full-scale assault on his ribs and any other body part he can reach. Alec tries to squirm away, but those clever, nimble hands are everywhere.

And that thought makes Alec freeze as other recollections of those hands come back to him. Those hands on his chest, his face, his belt. And now, he remembers so much more besides. Giggles and kisses and frantic undressing, followed by the sheer bliss of skin touching skin. The air filling with a mixture of sounds, breathy and needy and pleading and rapturous. An unfathomable mixture of heady pleasure and heart-melting closeness. And Alec can’t move, can’t breathe. Is... is this REAL?

Magnus stops tickling Alec when he notices his reaction. Alec pulls away from him, needing to see his face. “I- did, uh... this is gonna sound weird, but did we...?”

He has to ask. To check that it really happened this time.

A series of emotions plays across Magnus’ face. Surprise, amusement, more than a hint of heat. “Alexander,” he drawls, trailing a ring-laden finger down Alec’s chest. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember.”

Alec does remember now, but he isn’t sure if he can trust the memory. He wants this too much. Had wanted it for so long now. He can’t handle finding out it’s just another dream. He struggles to find a way to articulate all of this. “I do. Remember. But- but, uh, I have... dreams-“ he waves his hand in a way that he hopes conveys what he means. “Yeah. Dreams. And they’re always us. Like, uh, this.”

Magnus’ eyes sparkle with mischief. “What do you mean, sweetheart? Are you talking about when I came from your fingers alone or when you were begging for my mouth? Perhaps the nipple play? That was an unexpected delight, I must say...” he trails off, looks at Alec hungrily.

Alec feels his cheeks flush, resists the urge to hide his face. He will say this. He WILL.

His voice is hesitant as he tries again. “No. Magnus, I mean. THIS.” He indicates their intertwined bodies. “Us. Together. I, uh, certainly wanted and-“ he breaks off, blushing furiously as he searches for a word, “...enjoyed the, uh, sex. I’ve thought about that... a lot, but... whenever I dream, it’s this. It’s just… us being together. Sometimes there’s kissing but other times it’s just holding hands or cuddling. That’s, uh. That’s what I dream about.” Magnus’ eyes are gentle, his whole attention focused on Alec. He waits. “I, uh. I just need to know this is... real.”

Magnus’ face is soft and open as he gazes at Alec.  He looks infinite in that moment, hovering between youth and wisdom, belonging to both and neither. Most of all, he looks unguarded and vulnerable. He takes a breath. “Oh, Alexander. MY Alexander.” He searches for words. “I want... shit. I want everything with you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He runs his fingers through his deliciously disheveled hair, tugging on the ends as his eyes roam over Alec before returning to his face.

Magnus scoots up the bed a little, resettling himself against Alec’s side. He leans in, bringing up his right hand to caress Alec’s cheek. His touch is so tender that Alec’s eyes slide shut for a moment, but then he reopens then. He needs to see Magnus, needs Magnus to know he has Alec’s full attention.

“Alexander. I told you last night you’re not the only one who feels vulnerable, and I meant it. For all my experience, this is... all kinds of new for me too. But I-“ Magnus breaks off, closes his eyes, shakes his head, almost like he’s arguing with himself. He seems to have resolved the issue because now he looks directly at Alec, gold gazing into hazel.

"I want this, Alec." Alec can't help the tremble that runs through his body when he hears his own words echoed back at him.

"I will admit I have far more experience with the sexual side of things than I do with the emotional, the relational. Especially in the last few centuries. But then I met you. And when you talk about those things... what you want. What you dream of. I want them too."

Magnus smiles, and it’s both teasing and honest. "I desperately want to dismantle that iron control of yours until you're completely wrecked and can't think of anything but me, but... I also want to take you dancing and watch the sun set with you."

Alec is silent for a moment, waiting to see if Magnus has more to say. For once, though, Magnus seems afflicted with Alec's inability to express himself.

Finally, he continues, "I guess... I guess I need to know this is real, too?" It's a question, not a statement.

And now Alec knows how to respond. He moves quickly, Shadowhunter speed aiding him, and flips them over so he's lying on top of Magnus, staring into those mesmerising golden depths.

At first, he doesn't say anything, letting the full body contact ground them both. He holds himself up with one hand, wanting - needing - to see Magnus' face. He trails the other hand over Magnus' arm, those smooth rippling muscles that are so obscene Alec thinks they should be illegal. His touch is light, reassuring, gentle.

He gazes down at Magnus, really looks at him to make sure he's paying attention and hears this. He pauses, then emphasises every word, slow and deliberate. "I'm not going anywhere, Magnus." Then, finally, he lets himself lean down to do what he's been dying to do since he woke up. He doesn't have to lean down very far, though, because Magnus is surging up to meet him, lips already chasing his even though they haven't made contact yet.

They meet somewhere in the middle, and it's eager and messy, all teeth and tongue and feelings. It may not the most elegant kiss, but it is eloquent.

Time passes. Or doesn't. Alec neither knows nor cares.

He leans down to kiss Magnus again, but stops just short of his lips. He brings his left hand up and caresses Magnus' face. His fingertips linger right next to those incredible eyes.

Alec finds he has to clear his throat before speaking. "Have, uh- have I told you how beautiful your eyes are? How gorgeous YOU are?"

Magnus' smile outshines the gold of his irises. "You're pretty devastating yourself, Alexander. The things you do to me..."

Alec huffs out a laugh, a little embarrassed to be so openly admired. But it's so Magnus to say such things, say exactly what he thinks. And it's just the two of them in this moment.

Alec thinks he could get used to hearing things like that.

They stare at each other for a long moment, appreciating each other's beauty, basking in this moment. This amazing moment full of things they never thought they'd have - and certainly not with each other.

Then, Alec leans down again to kiss Magnus. It's different this time. Kissing Magnus is still so new. He's still learning all the varieties of their kisses. This one is sweet and soft, but no less full of feeling than the last. It makes his whole body smile.

They lay there, soft and warm and content in the sunlight, trading kisses and breath. It feels like a new day in more ways than one.

Somewhere along the way, the kisses heat up until, slowly but surely, they're panting into each other's mouths, bodies moving restlessly against each other, seeking contact and friction and more.

Magnus rolls them over, straddling Alec, and it takes Alec’s breath away entirely. He just stares for a moment, drinking in the view. Magnus grins at Alec and Alec feels his own lips curl in response. He's so... gone for this man.

Magnus rocks his hips, and Alec lets out a gasp that turns into a groan, his eyes sliding shut as he focuses on the sensation. Magnus leans down, sliding his bare chest against Alec's as he does so, eliciting another groan from his boyfriend. He leans in close, head beside Alec's. His voice is low, already a little rough, as he says into Alec's ear, "You're gorgeous like this. So beautiful. Just for me."

Alec's breath hitches, and his hips stutter upwards. He hears Magnus suck in a breath. When Magnus continues, his voice is smooth, almost a purr, but with an edge, like he's barely in control. "Oh, Alexander..."

Alec tries to speak, his voice gruff and affected, but all that comes out is a string of words without meaning, nonsense punctuated by Magnus’ name. You see what you do to me? Magnus is barely touching him, but Alec feels like he’s coming apart at the seams. And hearing his name in Magnus’ mouth, the name only Magnus calls him…

Magnus moans in Alec's ear again, and then it's like a chain reaction of pants and moans and murmured words and endearments, an unending feedback loop spurring each other on.

The grinding, the pressure, the friction… it goes on forever, but it’s still not long enough. Alec’s entire universe is just this feeling and the sweet noises Magnus is making in his ear. The combination of sound and sensation pushes Alec closer and closer, the fire in his belly building with each passing moment. Magnus is everywhere and Magnus is everything and then, Alec is coming. He’s dimly aware of a steady stream of gasps and groans in his ear now. When he comes back to himself, he can tell Magnus is almost there too, his movements frantic and uncoordinated as he chases his pleasure.

Alec reaches down to grasp Magnus’ cock. As soon as he touches him, Magnus goes rigid. He throws his head back and Alec is so, so glad because now he can see his face. Alec strokes Magnus, rough and fast, because Magnus looks desperate and Alec wants to give him what he needs. And then Magnus comes and it’s a sight Alec will cherish forever: Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, completely falling apart before his eyes. It’s the most beautiful thing Alec has ever seen.

Magnus slumps forward onto Alec’s chest. They stay like that, catching their breath, Alec rubbing soothing circles onto Magnus’ back. Eventually, Magnus raises a hand and waves the mess away. Alec smiles into Magnus’ hair.

“Breakfast?”

Magnus grumbles a bit.

“I had grand plans for us, you know. This morning.”

He raises himself onto his elbows, repositioning himself on Alec’s chest so he can look into his face. He smothers a yawn, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks in the most adorable way. Alec grins fondly at him. Magnus pokes at Alec’s chest accusingly with his index finger.

“But YOU were so tempting and gorgeous and I just couldn’t help myself.”

He pouts a little as he says it, and Alec raises his head to sneak a quick kiss. Will there ever be a day when Magnus doesn’t affect him like this? Alec doesn’t think so. He’s so focused on his beautiful boyfriend that it takes a few minutes for Magnus’ words to sink in, but then Alec throws back his head and laughs. Magnus glares at him.

“What?!”

Alec brushes a hand across Magnus’ cheek to calm him.

“We have the rest of the day, Magnus. All the time in the world.”

Magnus purses his lips as he considers, then seems to decide this is an acceptable compromise. He rests his chin on Alec’s chest, cushioning it on his folded hands, and hums to himself.

“Breakfast first, though, I think.”

“Breakfast first,” Alec agrees.

“And then maybe we test out that stamina rune?” Magnus says, his face bright with mischief.

Alec laughs and holds him tight. They’ll get up eventually, but right now, Alec has everything he needs right here.

#malec #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #fanfic #fic #mine #la-muerta #stupidnephilimlove #i love my mutuals #i wrote a thing

[faejilly]

@shadoedseptmbr replied to your post “with an if in its soul (1/7)”

This is so good. So. Good

THANK YOU, DARLING

<3

@saadiestuff replied to your post “@malec-crazed-author replied to your post “you know what’s fun when...”

@faejilly​ Hah, well, I'm not exactly a pro at writing smut... it takes me forever and an age to write just like everything else! But "at some point" we would finish yes ;)

at some point is better than at no point? (AND HEY, you said you were writing the smut instead of everything else, so I stand by my conclusions)

@stupidnephilimlove replied to your post “Last Sentence Meme”

I'll happily take the blame for this sappiness! ��

why thank you. or you’re welcome? or both. <3

#shadoedseptmbr #jilly replies #saadiestuff #stupidnephilimlove

[jaskiersbeloved]

💌 @stupidnephilimlove @Ifthingsgetcrazy and @magnusbicon

@stupidnephilimlove okay but Chloe’s gifs ALAWAYS makes me emo, okay? Like omg she’s so talented and all of her gifs are simplu stunning, I envy her so muuuuch!! Plus plus I am IN LOVE with her mobile theme!! Ahhhhh t’s so beautiful! And Chloe is a quality human being!

@ifthingsgetcrazy wow can you believe that I looked at their icon and started crying? Wow a mood lmao. Also they seem to be a really cute and I’m sure they are *.*

I already gave Megan love but here, have some more :P @magnusbicon

As for you, Carla, you are such a decent human being?! I mean you are kind, carring, passionate, funny and so cute and just aghhhhhhhhh lemme hug youuuu!!!

Blog compliments

#sonia compliments ppl #stupidnephilimlove #ifthingsgetcrazy #kindaresilent

[hernandofuentes]

I’m late cause i’m easily distrated. 🙈 thank you so much @stupidnephilimlove and @catirinaloss for tagging me, that’s so sweet. 💛💛

1st rule: tag 9 people you want to get to know better:

feel free to ignore if you’ve already done it or don’t want to. 😘 @bettyxjugheadjones @fall-out-bronx @that-queer-nerdgirl @fivedaysofjuly @tylerhunklin @maleclover1 @happyshipper @blinkthunders @faerievampireelf

2nd rule: bold the statements that are true

appearance - i am 5'7 or taller - i wear glasses - i have at least one tattoo - i have at least one piercing - i have blonde hair - i have brown eyes - i have short hair - my abs are at least somewhat defined - i have or had braces

personality - i love meeting new people - people tell me i am funny - helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - i enjoy physical challenges - i enjoy mental challenges - i am playfully rude to people i know - i started saying something ironically and now i can’t stop saying it - there is something i would change about my personality

ability - i can sing well - i can play an instrument - i can do over 30 pushups without stopping - i am a fast runner - i can draw well - i have a good memory - i am good at doing math in my head - i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - i have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - i can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - i know how to throw a proper punch

 ( wow this section really makes me fell bad about myself. 😂 )

hobbies - i enjoy sports - i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - i have learned a new song in the past week - i exercise at least once a week - i have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - i have drawn something in the past month - i enjoy writing - i do some form of martial arts

experiences - i have had my first kiss - i have had alcohol - i have scored a winning point in a sport - i have watched an entire tv series in one sitting - i have been at an overnight event - i have been in a taxi - i have been in the hospital or er in the past year - i have beaten a video game in one day - i have visited another country - i have been to one of my favourite bands concerts

my life - i have one person that i consider to be my Best Friend™ - i live close to my school/work - my parents are still together - i have at least one sibling - i live in the united states – i have hung out with a friend in the past month - i have a smart phone - i own at least 15 cds - i share my room with someone

relationships - i am in a relationship - i have a crush on a celebrity - i have a crush on someone i know - i’ve been in at least 3 relationships - i have never been in a relationship - i have admitted my feelings to a crush - i get crushes easily - i have had a crush for over a year - i have been in a relationship for over a year - i have had feelings for a friend

random - i have break-danced - i know a person named jamie - i have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - i have dyed my hair - i’m listening to a song on repeat right now - i have punched someone in the past week - i know someone who has gone to jail - i have broken a bone - i have eaten a waffle today - i know what i want to do in life - i speak at least two languages - i have made a new friend in the past year

#thank you so much <3 #tagged #stupidnephilimlove #catirinaloss #me #tag meme

[averywiseanimatedcat]

tagged by @stupidnephilimlove-thanks v much :3 

Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag 20 followers you would like to know better. (You don’t have to answer/tag people if you don’t want to!) (I’m swearing to myself right now, this is the last one, they’re starting to take over)

@skylinewill @confidentalec @projecitdespatio @polaroid-jo @shoujoforthesoul @find-myself-or-lose-myself @olliee-walsh @prettywarlockk @thebitchyhufflepuff @softcryptidsapphic @queerbane @makingitrainbow @studyhoe1 @lucifer-hot-as-hell @littlehobbit13 @strawberriewithchocolate-blog

Name: Katie

Nickname: Kate coz I HATE my full name and anyone who calls me that gets yelled at by me and everyone else 

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Height: 5′7

Orientation: Bisexual 

Nationality: New Zealand 

Favorite Fruit: Close tie between Mangos and peaches 

Favorite Season: Autumn

Favorite Scent: Literally any nice food also cats and horse smell 

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Animal: I have to many all of them XD 

Coffee/Tea/Hot 🍫:Tea

Avg. Hours of 💤: 5-9

Favorite Fictional Character: Alec Lightwood 

# of blankets you 💤 with: depending on the season 1-2 duvets 

Dream Trip: Dream trip would be going to the lotto store and finding out I had a winning ticket so I could afford a trip 

Blog Created:  10 Aug 2011

#ask games #multi question #stupidnephilimlove

[ficletinstruments]

The Week 5 Winner for the prompt Forbidden was @stupidnephilimlove.  

Summary:   Magnus finds a new way to make Alec laugh.

Read it here:  AO3

#week 5 #WEEKLY WINNER #stupidnephilimlove #ficletinstruments

[charlie-rulerofhell]

Magnus Bane is the only warlock I know capable of conjuring that type of demonic magic.

#magnus bane #shadowhunters #sh fanart #magnusbaneedit #shadowhuntersedit #well this was supposed to be another quick drawing #and while i tried to stay true to that technique it took way longer than it should have #but here it is finally #hope you enjoy #stupidnephilimlove #theparabatri #melbopo #my art

[kindaresilient]

the lost empire

art by the talented @embracethelighting thanks so much hun!<33

wow! Im finally posting this and I am so excited! Thank you to the amazing @stupidnephilimlove for beta read it and to my amazing friend Lisbeth for the amazing art. 

This is the longest I have writen(?) and i cant with feels:') so i hope you love the concept and the story as I do.

can be read on ao3

“But afterwards there occurred violent earthquakes and floods; and in a single day and night of misfortune all your warlike men in a body sank into the earth, and the island of Atlantis in like manner disappeared in the depths of the sea.”

― Plato , Timaeus/Critias 

He heard it before it happened.

There was the sound of an explosion, followed by the rapid buzzing of ships flying high to surround the city in a desperate attempt to warn everyone. To save everyone.

It was soon followed by the sounds of the bells warning everybody about the threat, soon madness was unleashed.

People ran. Families grabbed their loved ones, to safety. He was overwhelmed, watching everything unfolding in slow motion, and he gripped his toy tightly.

That was until his mother pulled him out of his reviere.

Clutching him by the shoulders, shaking him and turning him around to stare at him with wide eyes, full of fear.

"Magnus c'mon!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him forwards. Towards where, he didn't know. He wanted to go back, at least to pick up his toy where it fell.

His mom, sensing this, shook him. "Magnus! Let it go. There's no time!" she pleaded with him.

That was when it happened.

A streak of blue lights, the same color as the crystal, engulfed her. Her eyes shone the same. Her body levitated from the ground, going limp, and she released his hand.

"Mama!" he screamed trying to reach for her as she went up in the sky and merged with the bright blue lights. Statues of stone formed a shield around them...protecting them from danger? Or pulling them into more?

He didn't know. He just wanted his mom. "Mama!" he screamed once more, tears streaming down his face. He felt his uncle's embrace then, shielding him from everything.

"Close your eyes Magnus," Ragnor mumbled as he hugged him. “Don't look."

He stared at the bracelet that fell from her wrist. It was the last thing he had left of her.

She was gone.

The city proceeded to plunge into darkness, swallowed by the unforgiving sea.

Alec couldn’t believe their luck.

First the giant robotic lobster that destroyed their submarine and cost them the life of almost the whole crew. Then all the obstacles on their way down, from walls to machines failing and bridges falling.

The fiery fireflies and the collapse took the price though.

He heard the screams of Isabelle as they descended, and he called out for his siblings and friends on the way down, hoping they would make it. Also, praying he would make it.  

Then everything went black.

Valentine lit a match illuminating the darkness. “Alright, who’s not dead? Sound off,” he grumbled.

It was soon followed by moans and groans of everyone alive.

Valentine turned on one of the car lights and looked around. “Isabelle, give me a damage report,” he asked.

“Well,” Isabelle started, checking everything with the lantern she was holding, “not as bad as it could have been. We wrecked two vehicles but the digger looks like it could still run. Lucky for us that we landed on something soft”  

“Pomez ash,” Simon exclaimed from a little mountain, playing with the dirt and looking awed by it. “We are standing in the base of an dormant volcano,” he went on.

Iris hit Simon in the head with a bengal and proceed to shoot upwards, watching the bullet go up. “It just keeps going,” she murmured.

“Maybe that’s our ticket out of here,” Jace said. In that moment, the bengal hit the roof and exploded.

“Maybe not,” Iris said with a grimace.

Simon fixed his glasses and gestures wildly with his hands. “The magma has solidified into the valves of the volcano and blocked the exit.”

"Hold on, back off, " Maia exclaimed, speaking for the first time. "You're saying this whole Volcano can blow any time?" She asked worriedly.

Simon got close to her. “No no no, that would take a massive explosion of grand magnitude to happen.”

They all turned their heads to Jace, who was fiddling with TNT. He looked up. “I probably shouldn’t do this here, right?”

“If we blow the top off, maybe we could get out of here. What do you think, Mr. Lightwood?” Valentine inquired. Silence answered. “Mr. Lightwood?” he asked again, looking around.

“Alec!” Isabelle screamed into the cave, looking around anxiously for her brother.

Alec slowly returned to consciousness, feeling like a train fell over him. Maybe it did. He opened his eyes slowly, things coming into focus...and suddenly facing strange tribal looking masks, worn by people with spears and arrows.

He did the sensible thing.

He screamed and gasped, trying to get as far away from them. His shoulder stung at the movement. He looked down and realized he had a bloody gash there, most likely caused by the fall.  At this movement, the closest one of the… tribal people took his mask off.

Alec was rendered speechless. He was the most beautiful man Alec had ever seen. The dark bronzed skin had blue patterns embedded in it, they covered all of him. His dark hair was streaked with silver highlights, his brown eyes shone like ambers and his glossy mouth, hung open, looking awed at something, at Alec. As if he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing.

Alec probably should pick his jaw from the floor and get his act together. He then remembered his wound and gasped in pain, grabbing his shoulder, and that seemed to snap the man out of his reviere because he came closer, invading Alec’s personal space and looked him in the eyes. Then he picked up the diamond that was hanging from his neck, put it over Alec’s wound and then touched it, blue lights coming from his hands. Alec was shocked at the feeling, and when the man removed his hands he realized the wound was gone.

Alec sighed in relief and the man smiled at him.

Of course, it was at this moment that the universe decided to interrupt them, in the form of the digger coming out of the wall, causing everything to tremble and scaring the tribal people. He couldn’t let them get away.

“Wait!” he got up, trying to chase them but damn, they were fast. “Who are you... where are you going!?” he kept screaming while trailing behind them. “Come back!”

He kept climbing rocks behind them and suddenly… he was standing in front of the most beautiful view he had ever seen. He barely noticed the others arriving, rooted in the spot at the sight of the enormous flying city surrounded by waterfalls and clouds and blue skies everywhere.  

“ Holy cow! ” Simon exclaimed somewhere behind him.

“It’s beautiful,” Izzy whispered.

Maia went to stand by his side and patted him in the back. “Lightwood, I’ve got to handed to you. You really came through.”

In that moment, they heard some kind of war screams and suddenly they were surrounded by the tribal man again, their weapons aimed at them.

“Oh, I take that back,” Maia said.

“Holy catch, who are this guys?” Valentine asked, reaching for his weapon.

Alec was still in some kind of dream. “They gotta be Atlanteans!”

“What?” Iris said. “That’s impossible.”

At this, one of the masked man started talking in some unknown dialect and pointing at them, like demanding an explanation.

“I think it’s talking to you brother,” Izzy murmured in Alec’s ear.

The tribal man continued, walking forward and talking to Alec. Alec stepped forward and spoke to the man, reassuring him they where here to do no harm.

Tha man removed his mask and -Alec realized it was the same beautiful man who healed him- asked him about their intentions, seeming surprised he knew the language.

Alec answered him, ‘they were exploring’ and again ‘they had no intentions of harming anybody’.

The man answered him with a big smile and Alec turned around to his companions. “They’re good.”

At that Valentine stepped forward, past Alec, and started speaking to them with a smile. “We are explorers from the surface world. We come in peace.”

The dark skinned man gestured behind him with a flourish to the city. “Welcome to the city of Atlantis.” He then proceeded to grab Alec by the hand, dragging him along like an excited kid. “Come, you must speak with my uncle now.”

Alec was happy to oblige, sue him. He barely noticed the others trailing behind.

The scenery was amazing. He didn’t know what to focus on. It was like a mix of lava and water, two juxtaposed elements combining together to create something surreal.

Because of the awe he was experiencing, he didn’t pay any attention to the other conversations, like the one between Iris and Valentine that would change everything.

“Commander, there wasn’t supposed to be anyone down here. This changes everything,” she told him.

“This changes nothing. Everything is going to plan,” Valentine snapped at her.

After a while, they were standing in front of two imposing stone doors. The guards opened it, revealing stones, vegetation and animals all living together in harmony. In the center, there was a stone throne with a huge lake in front of it. Sitting there was an old man with pale skin.

The dark skinned man stepped forward and kneeled in front of the old man.

“Greetings your Highness,” he started in atlantean. “I brought visitors.”

“Magnus,” the old man started, “you know the law. No outsiders may see the city and live."

Alec gulped hard and started panicking at this. Were they going to die? Just for seeing the city? This must be some sort of joke.  

"But Uncle! These people may be able to help us!" the dark skinned man exclaimed with pleading eyes.

"We don't need help," the king replied.

"But Uncle---"

"That's enough," the king said. "We will discuss this later."

Alec could feel the disappointment and sadness from the beautiful man. He felt the same. There's was nothing left to--

"Your Majesty," Valentine stepped forward, "on behalf of my troop,  may I say it is an honor to be welcomed to your city."

"Valentine. Commander," Alec hissed, "this isn't a good idea"

"You presume much to think you are welcomed here," the king replied.

"Sir, we've come a long way looking--"

"I know what you seek," the king interrupted Valentine, "and you're not gonna find it here. Your journey has been in vain."

"But sir, we are men of science," Valentine continued, "we're here in the pursuit of knowledge."

"You claim to be a man of science and yet carry weapons," the king retorted back.

"Weapons allow us to remove obstacles," Valentine replied.

"Some obstacles can't be removed just by force." The king got up at this. "Return to your people. You must leave Atlantis immediately."

Seeing things could get out of control, Alec got near to Valentine and whispered, "It’s best if we do as he says."

Valentine sighed at this. "We will leave. But may I respectfully request one night? It would give us time to rest."

The king seemed to ponder. "Fine. One night. Then off you must go."

That seemed to end the discussion and everyone turned to leave the throne room. Alec looked back and saw the dark skinned man give a sigh of resignation with watery eyes. Then the doors were closed.

"Your heart has softened Magnus. A thousands years ago you would have killed them all on sight." Ragnor sighed and lay down, watching his nephew stare at the closed doors.

Magnus turned around indignantly and approached, gesturing wildly with his hands. "A thousands years ago our streets were lit and our people didn't have to pick up scraps to eat at the edge of a crumbling city" he shouted.

"Our people are content," Ragnor told him.

"Our people don't know any better!" Magnus picked a wet drag and cleaned Ragnor's face,  "We were once thriving and now we live in ruins. The kings of the past would cry if they could see how low we have fallen."

"Magnus--" Ragnor chastised.

"If these outsiders," Magnus interrupted him, "have any way to help us understand our past, perhaps we can save our future." His eyes were pleading by this point.

"What they have to teach us, we have already learned," Ragnor retorted.

"Our way of life is dying," Magnus whispered.

Ragnor took one of Magnus’ hands between his, "our way of life is preserved," he told him. "Magnus, when you get the throne, you will understand." He cupped his nephew’s cheek with his other hand and Magnus nuzzled it and closed his eyes tightly so he wouldn’t cry.

"So how did it go?" Isabelle -Izzy- asked him excitedly as soon as the doors closed.

"I don't think the king and his nephew think alike when it comes to us" Alec told the team when they reunited outside. "He seems to like us, but I don't know, the King seems to be hiding something."

"If he is hiding something, I want to know," Valentine said.

"Yeah, someone needs to talk to that boy," Iris suggested.

"I can do it," Simon exclaimed happily from a corner.

"Someone with good manners," Maia commented.

"I have good manners!” Simon shouted.

"Someone with good people skills," Jace added.

"I will go!" Simon kept going.

"And who won't scare him away," Maia added.

"Someone who can speak the language," Isabelle commented.

"For the sake of the mission, I will go!" Simon insisted.

They were none having that, though.

"Thank you for offering, Lightwood. You're a good man." Valentine told Alec as he patted him in the back.

Alec was checking his language book, oblivious to the banter but perked up at this.  

He looked dumbfoundedly at the retreating team, leaving him alone to wait for the King's nephew.

Isabelle kissed his cheek and hugged him briefly. "Go get him, tiger," she told him with a wink.

He was screwed.

Alec watched from a column as the dark skinned man stepped out of the throne room. He went to hide and took a deep breath.

"Okay, you can do this," he told himself. "Don't take no for an answer. You have some questions and won't leave without answers. Yeah, that's it."

Alec stepped out from behind the column and started speaking when--

The man wasn't here. What that hell? He was just right here, walking the aisle of the throne room.

He sighed, already resigning himself when suddenly someone grabbed his arm in a lock and before he could scream covered his mouth with the other hand. He grabbed the wrist that was against his hand and felt warm skin under his fingertips and a breath against his ear. “I have questions for you” someone--the dark skinned man he realized-- murmured against his ear, breath hot with every word, “and I won’t take no

for an answer.”

He removed his hand from his mouth enough from Alec to mumble an, “okay but why--”

“Shhh,” he interrupted him, “come with me.” The man smiled and proceeded to drag him by his arms.

They climbed slippery rocks full of vegetation and vines,and ended up in some kind of forest.

“Oh, I have so many questions to ask you,” the man exclaimed excitedly as they stepped down from a rock, turning around to see him struggle for a bit. It was slippery, sue him. Apparently he was impatient because he grabbed Alec by the hem of shirt and tugged him down. “You are a scolar, right? I figured by your ugly set of clothes and that book you carry around,” he told Alec. “What is your country of origin? When did the flood reach there?” he started rambling.

“Eh, um, wait a minute,” Alec interrupted him. “I have a few questions for you too. So let’s do this. You ask one and I ask one, what do you think?” he asked nervously, afraid that maybe the man would say no. But he just gave him a reassuring smile and nodded.

“Very well” he said, swaying his shoulders a little. That movement shouldn’t be as entrancing as it was.”What is your first question?”

“How did you get here?” Alec blurted out and started rambling, “not you as a person, but your culture, as in all the people who live here, I mean--” he took a deep breath and tried to focus. “How did all this, end up down here?” he finally asked.

"It is said that the Gods became jealous of Atlantis," the man answered and started walking, "and that they sent a big cataclysm that buried us here. Honestly, all I can remember is that the sky turned dark and people were shouting. And then a blue light covered the city, it took my mother as if it was magic. My uncle told me it was calling for her. I never saw her again," he ended narrating, looking at his feet.

"I’m sorry," Alec told him, and he truly meant it, "if it is any consolation, I know how you feel in some way. I haven't spoken with my parents for a very long time and--wait a minute" Alec realized something, "what are you telling me? That you remember because you were there? That's not possible. That would make you like, an eight thousand years old man."

The man shrugged with a smile, "Yes, I am."

Alec stared at him dumbfoundedly, "Oh, okay… you look good." He blushed furiously after he realized what he said. He cleared his throat, trying to dissipate the embarrassment, "do you have any questions for me?"

"Yes," the man exclaimed, "how did you get here?"

"Well," Alec started, scratching the back of his neck, "it wasn't easy, but with the help of this book we found our way." He showed him the book and the man took it, looking through it.

"You can understand this?" he asked him, still not looking up.

"Yeah," Alec answered, "im a linguist"

"This right here, you can read this?" the man asked eagerly.

"Yes I can, just like you," Alec replied and saw how the face of the man fell. "You can, can't you?"

"No one can," the man answered, "such knowledge was lost when the cataclysm happened." He suddenly perked up, like the solution to all his problems was right in front of him, "you can teach me!" he asked - more like demanded.

"Um, yes, I guess I can--"

The man dragged Alec by the arm, "Come! You have to see this!" They halted in front of some kind of stone fish.

"...Is this a vehicle?" Alec asked.

"Yes, but no matter what I do it doesn't work." The man replied, looking a bit like a child throwing a tantrum. It was adorable.

Alec realized he was staring and snapped out it, focusing on the instructions that were on the stone fish.

"Did you try putting the crystal in?"

"Yes."

"Did you put your hand on the pad?"

"Yes."

"Did you turn the crystal to the right?"

"Yes!"

"While your hand was on the pad?"

"Ye--! Ah, oh. No, I didn't," the man answered.

Alec grinned and got up. "Well, that's your problem. That's an easy thing to miss, you deserve credit for getting this far honestly--" he shut up abruptly at the unamused face the man was showing. "Um, why don't you try it now?"

The man ignited the vehicle and started levitating. "It works!" Alec exclaimed happily and stared at him, who was also grining widly.

"I wonder how fast it goes." Alec touched something and the fish promptly moved forward and then made a zig zag, almost crashing into them if they hadn't ducked down. The fish crashed into a wall as Alec and the man stared at it.

After a bit the man started laughing and Alec couldn't help but smile. "So, who wants a ride?" He asked him jokingly and was rewarded with a smile.

Alec was so smitten.

They started walking again with apparently no destination, when Alec realized something.

"You know, we were never properly introduced. I’m Alec," he told him with a smile.

The man looked at him and smiled. "My name is Magnugakash."

"Magnuka-Magnuskash," Alec tried but for some reason he couldn't say it. "Is there a short version?" he asked, blushing a little. Hold it together, Lightwood.

"You can call me Magnus," The man - Magnus - replied.

“I can remember Magnus,” Alec answered with a small smile.

They kept walking and arrived at a river, and Magnus pointed at all the people who were fishing, working together. It was beautiful to see.

One man just caught some kind a lobster and threw it in Alec’s direction. He barely caught it, and the thing was thrashing and trying to bite him.

Magnus laughed and took the lobster from his hands and bit it hard on the neck. The lobster went limp immediately. “Here,” he said, putting it into the bag Alec was carrying around. “Tell me more about your companions. Your doctor, is he the blonde one?"

"No, that's Jace, my brother. His deal is explosives and such. Our doctor is Maia, the girl with the afro."

"Oh, so your mechanic is the one who keeps talking, then?" Magnus inquired.

Alec snorted. "No, that would be Simon. And he is our... dirt expert kind of guy. Our mechanic is actually my sister, Isabelle. She's the best."

"She sounds like it," Magnus told him. "It is time for dinner, we should get in."

They were in front of some sort of big, stone tent. Alec didn't even realized they’d arrived. He felt a hand tugging his own and looked up to see Magnus dragging him.

"Come, sit with me," he told him with a smile.

Alec had no objections.

They ate sitting close together, conversation buzzing around, his siblings and friends merging with the Atlanteans. At this sight, he dared to feel hopeful. He looked at Magnus, sitting close to him, talking and eating excitedly, smiling at everyone.

Alec smiled. Yeah, hope was a good feeling indeed.

Later on, Magnus took Alec on another walk. Magnus was carrying a lantern to show the path and they were surrounded by fireflies, casting lights and shadows on everything around them. Alec was honestly so mesmerized.

"You know, we were hoping to find buildings in ruins and broken pottery...but instead we find a living and thriving society." A firefly came to rest on Alec's arm and it tickled. Alec giggled. Actually giggled . "You know, these ones are kind of cute when they're no trying to set you on fire."

He looked up and saw Magnus had a sad expression. "We are not thriving," he began, "true, our people live, but our culture is dying, every year a little bit more."

Alec sighed. "I wish I could do something."

Magnus gestured around them. "I brought you to this place to ask you for help. There's a mural here, with writing all around the pictures--"

Alec got excited immediately at the prospect of helping. He took the lantern from Magnus and pointed it at the big stone. "You came to the right guy. We can start with this column right here and---Mm, Magnus, what are you doing?"  Alec asked him, a little stunned at the sight of Magnus stripping off his clothes.

Magnus shot him a smik over his shoulders as he continued to strip. "You do know how to swim, right?"

"Oh, I swim pretty boy," Alec blurted out and then cringed realizing what he said, "I swim pretty good, pretty good." He then stripped off his clothes too and was left in his trousers, joining Magnus at the big --river? lake?-- he was getting into.

"Good," Magnus said, giving him a knowing smile. Shit, he noticed his slip. "It is a big distance to where we are going."

Alec couldn't help but smile back through the embarrassment. "Lead the way"

Magnus took a deep breath and dived down. Alec followed soon after. They started diving through rubble and big pieces of stones of all shapes. Alec couldn't believe all of this was down here, wasting away.

They kept swimming for a while and Alec was starting to panic a little. Could Atlanteans breath underwater? Magnus seemed unfazed as he kept swimming but Alec was getting a little dizzy from holding his breath so long.

Finally they seemed to reach their destination, as Magnus got up for air in what seemed like the inside of an cave, followed by Alec who coughed his life out.

Magnus held his head between his hands and stared at him with a fond smile. "Are you alright?"

Alec coughed a little more and tried to smile back. "Well, I didn't drown so--"

"Good," Magnus exclaimed, "follow me," and he dived back in.

Alec sighed before submerging. The things he did for knowledge. He followed Magnus to the biggest set of stones that were there, all ancient texts and drawings being illuminated by the crystal hanging from Magnus neck.

They were close, Alec noticed. And promptly focused on reading and deciphering what was in front of him. Down there was not the place to die from staring a pretty boy. A very, very, pretty one.

Besides, he had a duty to fulfil.

He couldn’t believe what he was reading. He looked at Magnus and gestured for them to go up.

“I can’t believe it!” Alec gasped as soon as he hit the surface, followed by Magnus. “It’s the whole history of Atlantis, just like Plato described. I mean, he was off in some aspects but he got most of them right--”

“The streak of lights I saw,” Magnus interrupted him, and in this moment Alec realized how close they were. “That were in the middle of the city. What did the writings say about them?”

“I don’t know yet, but we are gonna find out.” Alec replied and dived back in. They studied the drawings from afar, getting close when some details caught Alec’s attention. Little by little he was understanding everything, making sense of it in his head.

He stared at the big drawing of what looked like big statues of men forming a giant crystal with their hands and everything clicked. He looked at Magnus and touched the crystal that was resting on his neck.

Magnus stared back at him, not understanding what he was trying to communicate. Alec pointed up, signaling for them to get out.

“It’s the heart of Atlantis!” Alec gasped once they were out.  

“What?” Magnus asked.

“I thought it was a power source,” Alec continued, grabbing the the crystal Magnus had, “but it’s actually the heart of the whole city, of the people, and the bright lights you remember. It’s all of it, somehow”

“But that’s impossible,” Magnus whispered.

“It’s what’s keeping you guys alive,” Alec said, a little too somenly for his taste.

“But where is it now?” Magnus asked.

“I don’t know, but there’s gotta be something in my book about it,” Alec replied and suddenly he realized how close they were, breathing the same air, Magnus staring back at him with wide eyes full of questions.

Alec gulped. Magnus looked beautiful and he was only human. He thought he saw Magnus’s eyes flicking to his lips for a moment. Could this mean…?

Magnus got closer, he could feel his breath against his mouth, but other than that didn’t make a move, giving Alec the chance to hold back.

Fuck it , Alec thought. He was surrounded by all the knowledge he’d craved all his life and he had a beautiful man in front of him. He deserved it.

Alec leaned down and kissed Magnus softly, sighing contently at the intake of breath Magnus took. Their lips molded perfectly like they were meant to be together, moving softly, testing the waters. They parted after a while, breathless and Magnus looking all god like with his bronze skin glistening with water, tattoos contrasting with it, lips parted, his inked hair with silver streaks pushed back, and eyes wide staring at him like he held all the answers. Maybe he did.

Right there in that moment, the real treasure was this extraordinary man in front of him.

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