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Summary: This is what happened before Dr. Kozak started taking her samples

WC: 1.4k

By the time they’re brought to the labs, Joe has started having some sort of reaction to the paralytic. Off to the side, his head audibly slams against the tile floor, and Nicky wishes he could crawl over to him and hold him as his body trembles. His head hits the floor again. Nicky can’t even see him, let alone comfort or help him, and it’s killing him just as much to be so close but so far.

“What’s wrong with him?”

Nicky recognizes that voice. It’s the mercenary in charge of the rest, Keane he thinks, with the heavy steel-toed boots that move past Nicky’s face and kick Joe. He hates him. As hard as he tries, Nicky can’t manage to move to tell him off or do anything besides stay there, watching the speckled tile floor.

“He’s having a reaction to the drugs,” Dr. Kozak says. She’s somewhere above and behind Nicky’s back. “It should be fine. Leave him be.”

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There Ain’t Language for the Things I Feel

Title: There Ain’t Language for the Things I Feel (1/1) Fandom: The Old Guard Rating: T (homophobic slurs, violence, language) Pairing: Nicky/Joe (Nicolo di Genova/Yusuf al-Kaysani) Summary: An inverse of the van scene: Nicky wakes first. He isn’t quite as eloquent as Joe (who is?), but he gets the point across nonetheless when his panic is mocked.

A/N: So everybody (including me) is a sucker for protective!Joe—but what about protective!Nicky? I have feelings about him. 🥺

Nicky comes to sputtering and coughing, his lungs desperate to expel the poison they’re already healing from. His first thought, as it always is when he wakes from death, is of Joe. He turns his head away from the fluorescent lights above, blinking hard to rid his vision of the afterimages as he searches. The floor beneath him lurches, and he realizes he’s moving, he’s in some kind of truck, and there are other people around him too, other bodies, but none of them matter, not until he sees—

Joe, sprawled out on the floor two feet away from him.

He isn’t moving.

He isn’t breathing.

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#this couple is my new obsession #so good #this fic is fantastic!

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“The man is a national treasure. He’s a national treasure and he’s a personal treasure too. I share him with the nation.” -Hugh Laurie [on Stephen Fry]

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I don’t mean to be overly critical, Jeeves, I mean, I know you’re doing your best. I just think perhaps we could dispense with the “sir” at the end of every line. It shows the proper feudal spirit, and all that, but I’m afraid it does plain merry hell with the rhythm of the thing.

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Alec is different.

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The Day Things Get That Bad

Apparently after writing all of that fluff I needed to write some hurt/comfort Malec based on their conversation in 2x09 where Alec promises to let Magnus know if things ever get that bad.

ADDITIONAL NOTE: Part of my NaNoWriMo project this year is going through my Drafts and finishing up fics I have sitting here, and this is the first of those!

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The loft was dark when Alec finally managed to stumble home, his whole body aching, the barely healed cuts on his legs and side still burning with every step. But it was better than…

Alec shook his head, clenching his eyes shut, forcing himself to breathe. He could still hear the screams in the back of his mind and he shook his head harder, limping towards the shower. His body and mind were burning with the urge to push, to train, to make sure this would never happen again.

But it would.

They were shadowhunters. Death was an inevitability for them, for their life. He knew that. They all knew that. So he signed the cremation orders. The order to ship the ashes to the City of Bones. He’d written the letters to their families, their closest relatives, signed them, and had tried to hold it together.

Alec focused on the loft in front of him and forced himself to breathe, heading for the shower, stripping off his clothing that reeked of blood and ichor. He’d have to destroy them. The squeal of the shower coming to life was enough to remind him of the dark sewers again, the screams, the seraph blades that had gone dark under the onslaught they hadn’t been prepared for.

Alec punched the wall of the shower in front of him, the ceramic cracking under the force as he clenched his eyes shut and tried to keep breathing, letting the scalding hot water rinse away the blood still clinging to him.

It wasn’t his fault.

Izzy had said that, the gash above her eye still bleeding sluggishly.

Jace had said it too, even as he settled into the infirmary bed, with broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and four broken fingers.

It was a lie.

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#loved this

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this is the perfect grade of good luck

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#cant hurt lol.

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What We Deserve – a Shadowhunters fanfic

Summary: ‘I’m afraid that one day, I’ll make one too many mistakes and you’ll realise that you deserve better. That you deserve someone who doesn’t leave you waiting for the next big fuck-up.’ Alec knows that he loves Magnus, but he isn’t so sure that he deserves Magnus. Thankfully, that doesn’t seem to be the popular opinion. Word count: ~3.3k Warnings: A bout of arguing, a bit of swearing, some strategic drinking, and a whole lotta feelings.

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It was a stupid argument – if you could even call it that – and Alec knew it the moment he stormed out of the loft. But pacing around his office, waiting for his nine o’clock, he’s still too angry to care. Was it too much to ask – after the week from hell, dealing with condescending Clave officials – that when he left something on the side, it stayed there? By the time Magnus had found him upending the contents of his bedside table, he was running ten minutes late and was starting to realise that the smart move would have been to give up. But he was irritated, and stubborn, and it was the principle of the matter by that point.

And then Magnus had snapped his fingers, and the watch had appeared around Alec’s wrist. ‘I saw it on the side and put it in the jewellery box for safekeeping,’ he’d explained. But for some reason, Alec had just found himself more aggravated. ‘Alright, fine – next time I leave something out, don’t put it somewhere I can’t find it, okay? Not all of us can just wave our hands and summon whatever we want.’ Magnus had frowned at his tone, but spoken calmly. ‘You could have asked me earlier. I was just trying to help.’ ‘Well, you didn’t,’ Alec had snapped, using his last bit of common sense to leave before he could say something he’d regret.

By lunchtime, he’s starting to suspect that he overreacted. A couple of hours later, he’s starting to suspect that he’s the absolute worst husband ever. Magnus was only trying to help, his conscience scolds. He didn’t hide it on purpose, and he got it for you as soon as you asked.

He groans, letting his head fall to the desk. ‘One of those days, huh?’ He looks up to see Izzy in his doorway, her expression halfway between amused and concerned. ‘Yeah, you could say that.’ ‘Just came to drop this off,’ she says, laying a report on his desk. Instead of leaving, though, she settles into the chair opposite him. ‘Wanna talk about it?’

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#this was ever so lovely

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malec kisses in high def. (2/?)

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we built a dynasty forever couldn’t break up

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Magnus flicks his hand, opening the door to the loft with possibly more force than is warranted, wrangling his magic to catch it before it slams back against the doorstop. The just-completed house call – his last of the evening, thank God – was simple enough, a frankly amusing case of newly-instated warding that upon being modified months ago to permit downworlders was suddenly refusing to admit the owner herself. However, while Magnus had greatly appreciated the irony, the tight-lipped shadowhunter woman who greeted him with a barely-concealed sneer definitely did not. Trust Magnus to get landed with one of the few shadowhunters still bold enough to be blatantly bigoted, stubbornly in denial about the changes of the past couple of years, as a client.

It had almost been a shame to undo such a neat piece of spellwork woven into the warding by whichever warlock last modified them. The woman’s demanding and borderline-scornful attitude hadn’t exactly helped her case, grating on Magnus throughout the entire appointment. In the end, he’d settled for a parting barb that, had she called him in the first place instead of shopping around for lower prices, she wouldn’t have had to contend with this type of unprofessional (albeit well and truly deserved) conduct. And would ultimately be several thousand dollars richer, given she’d had to call Magnus anyway. Even the satisfaction of watching her eyebrows climb into her hairline at his audacity hadn’t been quite enough to make up for how incredibly drained the entire encounter left him.

All in all, it’s been a long day and right now he wants nothing more than to collapse into his husband’s arms and then celebrate their anniversary with a quiet night in. A few drinks, maybe make a nice dinner (or just summon some takeout), he’s not particularly concerned with details as long as he gets to spend the night with the man he adores.

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#this is so good!#loved it!!

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Alec talking to Magnus in that deep and raspy voice™ is nothing new but what (and I can’t stress this enough) was that bass drop when he said: “I do like you in a tux.”???

We know the boy is thirsty af and head over heels in love with his man but jfc… Magnus really must have worn him out the night before. Holy hell…