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[magnusalec]

when you’re reading a fic and you’re more than halfway through and it’s actually been pretty decent and then the ultimate betrayal….blue eyed alec

[mshooligan-sinner]

Yessss!!! 😠😠

[axedromache]

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Kicking ass

[magsalecs]

Alec + his bow, and seraph blade is my new aesthetic.

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Badass

[riverwitness]

Malec First Date Part 3

a/n: whew! it’s about to get steamy as promised, and I don’t even feel bad. I mean, I might have to bathe in holy water tonight, but that’s the price I have to pay.

WARNING: NSFW (smut smut smut smut smut)

Alec’s large hands wrapped themselves around Magnus’ neck, pulling the warlock even closer. Magnus kissed him back, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. He tangled his fingers in Alec’s inky hair and pulled at the roots slightly, causing Alec to groan into his mouth. Alec’s tongue slipped into Magnus’ mouth. The warlock tasted like berries and mint, and Alec couldn’t get enough of it.

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Lord take me away

[jenny-nivea]

A Business Arrangement

My first attempt at Malec smut (or any smut for that matter).  

Summary: Set sometime in the late 19th to early 20th century.  Alexander Lightwood is an aristocrat sent to broker a business arrangement for his father with an old classmate with connections in the Far East.  

Magnus Bane sat causally in an armchair in his drawing room, his right ankle draped over his left knee. He was wearing a deep plum waistcoat and pressed trousers. The man was reading the latest review of his estate when his butler entered the room.

“Sir, there is a gentleman here to see you. Alexander Lightwood, sir.”

Magnus sat up straighter, intrigued. “Is that so? Well, let him in then.”

The butler nodded and exited the room only to return with a beautiful man. He was tall and slim, his black waistcoat fitted perfectly to his lean body. His black hair was slightly ruffled from the top hat that his butler was holding and his stunning blue eyes jumped out at him, set against his pale skin.

“Thank you, Barnard,” Magnus said, dismissing his butler.

He gestured for the younger man to take a seat. “To what do I owe this pleasure? I do believe congratulations are in order. I hear you are engaged to the lovely Aline Penhallow. A fitting match for the heir to the Lightwood estate.”

The young man flinched at the amusement in his voice and the way his eyes gleamed almost accusingly.

“I’ve come to inquire on a business arrangement, Mr. Bane,” he replied formally. He sat stiffly in the chair. “My father is interested in procuring business in Indonesia and would like to enter into a business agreement with you.”

“And he sends his son to broker this business arrangement?”

“He knows that we are acquainted from school.”

Magnus leaned forward, an almost sinister grin on his face. “Oh does he now? And just how well does he know our acquaintance.”

Alexander blushed and turned away, distracting himself with pulling out the documents he had with him. “The details are all here. I was hoping we could go over them and come to an agreement that is mutually satisfactory for both of us.”

Magnus smirked and the younger man shifted uncomfortably. “Oh, we can most definitely come to a mutually satisfactory agreement. Come, we will take this to my study.”

The young aristocrat followed the self-made businessman through the large house until they finally arrived at the man’s study. Magnus held the door open and waited for Alexander to step in before closing the door securely.

Before Alexander could say anything, Magnus pushed him against a wall, pressing his thigh between Alexander’s legs and holding his wrists up against the wall like the spread wings of a bird.

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Omg, my heart

[glitter-is-fabulous]

You’re Not A Robot - Malec One Shot

Plot: Alec needs to learn to not bottle everything up, Magnus can help. 

Characters: Magnus x Alec

Warnings: Alec keeping everything to himself, a lot of stress, angst, protective Magnus 

A/N: it was brought to my attention that nearly every one of the main characters in Shadowhunters has cried at least once - while Alec seems to be bottling everything up. 

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Yes

[idancewiththedevil666]

Prompt #1

 This took way longer than it should have done… Anyway, this is for the two anons who both sent in similar requests!

Warning: smut, rated M

Hello,angel! I just want to give you a Malec prompt because I really like the way you write them. :) So basically Alec hears Magnus speak/sing something in Spanish and is angry and grumpy because he’s probably the only one who doesn’t understand and can’t talk this language (Izzy& Simon are like perf, Clary and Jace have the basics) . When he tells Magnus, the warlock decides to teach him, but in more intimate and erotic way, while they are in the bedroom. 

“Alec, are you okay?” Magnus asked, suddenly interrupting the previous fifteen minutes of complete silence.

They were sitting on opposite sides of the bed, the mattress between them  cold and the air between them still. Which was fine. Magnus of all people knew that everyone needed some quiet-time every now and again. He was spending this particular quiet-time reading his battered copy of Wuthering Heights for the nth time. Alec, however, did nothing except stare down at his fingers which must have been absolutely fascinating as they fiddled with the frayed hem of his baggy t-shirt.

Nonchalantly, Alec turned his head and said, “Yeah, I’m fine,” his eyes directed at Magnus but not looking directly at Magnus.

Magnus raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Alec nodded and shrugged. At the same time.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” Magnus deadpanned.

With an arduous sigh, Alec said, “I’m fine. Really.”

After folding down the top of the page carefully, Magnus snapped the book shut and placed it on the bed-side table, then turned back to Alec. “You haven’t exactly been talkative this evening,” he stated. “Not that you’re usually particularly talkative… Let me paraphrase that: you haven’t exactly been more talkative than the less than talkative but sometimes pretty talkative that you usually are.”

Alec snorted and, despite trying as hard as possible to keep his expression stony, a tiny smile pulled at the corner of his lips. Mission accomplished, Magnus thought, feeling very pleased with himself.

“Really. It’s nothing, Magnus,” Alec eventually said.

“Well it’s your loss,” the warlock said, still not entirely convinced.

And then the silence returned.

“Did I do something?” Magnus asked.

“No,” Alec said in the most unconvincing way possible.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Magnus informed him. “And don’t think that I don’t recognise the silent treatment when I’m given it.”

“How am I giving you the silent treatment?” Alec exclaimed, a hint of uneasy indignation in his voice. “I’m talking to you now, aren’t I?”

“Alexander.”

“What?”

“You know what.”

“I actually don’t.”

The warlock rolled his eyes to the ceiling and sent a quick prayer to any deity who may be listening. “Alexander,” he sang.

“Magnus,” he sang in reply.

“Don’t make me come over there,” Magnus warned.

“I’m not-”

Too late. Magnus was already crawling towards Alec and before the Shadowhunter could react, he was straddling Alec’s legs. “Come on. Talk to Aunty Maggie.”

Alec grimaced.

Magnus huffed. “At least give me a clue as to what’s wrong.”

All he got was a slow, displeased blink.

Magnus narrowed his eyes and considered leaving the grumpy Shadowhunter to stew in his own petulance, when a thought suddenly hit him.

Magnus gasped comically, a grin spreading across his face. “I know what it is!”

Alec gave him a sheepish glare.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that Alexander.”

Alec folded his arms across his chest defensively and glared at the duvet beside him. “S'not my fault,” he grumbled.

“Not your fault… what?”

“That I can’t speak Spanish.”

Magnus’ grin dropped from his face. “What?”

Alec’s head snapped up as he realised his mistake. “I thought you said…” At Magnus’ confused expression, he then said, “Wait. Why did you think that…?”

“I thought you were angry because I shrank one of your sweaters when I tried to do the laundry manually!” Magnus exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch as he spoke.

Alec frowned. “You did the laundry manually?”

“Yeah. Whatever. But what do you mean, you can’t speak Spanish?” Magnus asked, completely ignoring that last comment. “Why are you upset because you can’t speak Spanish?”

“You don’t remember, do you.”

“Remember what?…” Magnus asked, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

Alec bowed his head as he tried to hide the embarrassed blush that tinged his cheeks and he worriedly chewed his bottom lip.

Magnus was still straddling Alec’s legs as he sat in thought. He wracked his brain for something- anything. He’d tried to run through all the events of the day in his head, remembering what he did first thing in the morning, and then at midday, and then-

Oh.

Alec seemed to pick up on Magnus’ realisation, as he then said, “I know it’s not a big deal and I know you didn’t say anything bad, but Izzy and Simon understood you, and so did Clary and Jace and I–” He took in a deep breath. “I just want to know what you said.”

“You could have asked-”

“I did,” Alec said quickly. “But you… I don’t think you heard me at the time. And you had clients in the afternoon, so I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Not knowing how to respond to that, Magnus found himself yet again speechless because of Alec, who seemed so insecure and uncomfortable as he confessed what had been on his mind. This was a shadowhunter who was insecure about not being able to speak Spanish. Most shadowhunters, Magnus knew, would never find it in themselves to care about something as mundane as that. But Alec wasn’t most shadowhunters, and although Magnus already knew this, he still found himself surprised at some of the smallest things that Alec would do.

So Magnus leaned in and kissed him. The contact was slow and gentle, but deliberate. It was clear that Alec hadn’t been expecting it, but he eventually relaxed into the familiar contact and brought his warm hands up to the back of Magnus’ neck and rested them there as if the touch reassured him.

When Magnus pulled away slightly, Alec softly asked, a smile in his voice, “What was that for?”

“For being you,” Magnus answered easily.

With a light snort, Alec told Magnus, “You know, I still want to know what you said earlier.”

Magnus paused, in thought.

“It wasn’t anything bad, was it?” Alec suddenly said, worry creeping into his voice.

“No! No, of course not!” Magnus exclaimed.

“Then why…”

Magnus smirked, and then he was kissing Alec again, slow and teasing. The shadowhunter couldn’t resist at first, but when he seemed to gather his senses, he pushed against Magnus’ chest and pulled away. “Seriously, Magnus, I want to know what you said!”

“All in good time, my dear,” the warlock teased, taking Alec’s wrists and slowly moving them apart as he moved forwards and pressed his entire body against Alec’s so that he couldn’t escape. He nipped and kissed his way down the side of Alec’s neck, following the large, inky-black pattern of the deflect rune and ignoring Alec’s continued complaints as he did so.

As he reached the collar of the shirt, he released Alec’s wrists to snap away the inconvenience, causing Alec to squirm beneath Magnus as goosebumps broke out over his tattooed torso. Before Alec could push him off, the warlock snaked his magic around his wrists to keep him in place.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Alec cried indignantly, pushing against the force holding him down but to no avail.

“Did I ever mention being fair?” Magnus drawled. “I think not.”

And then he snapped away the last of the material between them: his own dressing-gown and Alec’s boxers. Alec blushed heavily as he lay completely bare beneath Magnus, who was equally naked. Even though Magnus had seen him naked many times before, the shadowhunter’s pulse would always increase nervously as his clothes were removed.

Magnus then proceeded to make sure Alec was as unselfconscious as possible. He pressed his lips in an open-mouthed kiss to every rune and scar that painted Alec’s chest and stomach, tracing the lines with the tips of his fingers as he went. Alec had ceased straining against the magic that bound his wrists, instead yielding completely to Magnus’ power and relaxed slightly.

When Magnus reached Alec’s throbbing erection, he didn’t dive in straight away. First, he kissed and licked at Alec’s hipbones, well aware o another particular part of his body that would like the same attention.

When his lingered at Alec’s hips for a few seconds longer than necessary, Alec stirred. “Magnus,” he said, his voice throaty and deep. “Magnus, please…”

The warlock cocked an eyebrow. “Yes, Alexander my darling? What is it?”

“You know damn well what it is,” Alec growled.

“I’m afraid I do not understand,” Magnus said nonchalantly. “You’re going to have to explain it to me.”

Alec merely grunted in response, the sound a mixture of a sulky huff and a pained whine.

“Use your words, Alec dear-”

“Okay okay!” the shadowhunter nearly yelled. “Please, Magnus. Touch me, suck me- anything!”

A second later, Alec’s entire erection was engulfed by Magnus’ mouth. Alec let out a choked cry, arching his back off the bed before he could stop himself as he felt the back of Magnus’ throat. Magnus held him like that for a few moments, swallowing around Alec’s pulsing erection, and then pulled off, only to go back down again, causing the Shadowhunter’s entire body to shudder. With his free hands, he gripped the base of Alec’s cock and kneaded his heavy balls, eliciting even more moans from him.

“You do realise,” Alec said shakily as Magnus continued to bob his head, slowly and without rhythm, up and down Alec’s cock. “Th-that I still want to know what you said earlier… This isn’t going to make me forget.”

Magnus pulled off and said, “I’m not telling you what I said. I’m showing you,” before returning his attention to Alec’s straining erection.

“M-Magnus,” he stammered after a couple more minutes of the torturously slow friction. “I’m gonna… I’m going to…”

Magnus pulled off with a smirk. “So soon, darling?”

Alec flushed a darker shade of red and looked away. “Shut up,” he mumbled.

“I thought you wanted to know what I said…” Magnus said with a teasing tone.

“I thought you were in the process of showing me,” Alec shot back cleverly. “Or whatever that’s supposed to mean- By the Angel!” he exclaimed as Magnus swallowed him once more, only this time Magnus set off at a pace designed to make his boyfriend come as quickly as possible. Which he did.

Not even thirty seconds later, Alec came down Magnus’ throat with a throaty whimper which he would have smothered with his hands if his arms weren’t pinned down by Magnus’ magic.

Once Alec’s body had relaxed and stopped quivering with the after-shocks of his climax, Magnus released his softening cock and shuffled up the bed to lie beside his boyfriend. His own erection was still very much hard and throbbing, but it could wait.

“So?” he asked. “Any thoughts on what it was that I said?”

Alec’s eyes were closed and he was still catching his breath when he sleepily said, “I dunno… Something to do with blow-jobs?”

Magnus chuckled. “Nope.”

“Ugh, why won’t you just tell me?” Alec whined.

“Nope.”

Alec pursed his lips. “Then at least let me finish you off,” he said with a glance down to Magnus’ cock.

“That does sound nice… But still nope.”

Alec sighed. “Fine then. Have it your way.”

A couple of seconds of silence.

“Magnus. Just tell me.”

“Okay then…” He pressed a deep, tongue-less kiss to Alec’s lips, and said, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“What?!” the shadowhunter exclaimed. “Why tomorrow?!”

“Well,” he said, feigning deep-thought. “It depends.”

“On what?” Alec growled, narrowing his eyes.

Magnus grinned. “On whether that stamina rune of yours can get you up for a round two.”

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Alec's Affection - Part 1

Characters: Alec x Magnus

Warnings: fluff

A/N: gif is not mine - and pretend it’s Alec and Magnus.

[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

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what are ur malec headcanons? :D

[Part 2 here]

They never sleep on an argument.

Alec is sensitive about how tall he is, but loves that Magnus has to stand on his tip toes to kiss him. He finds it endearing.

One of Magnus’ favourite movies is The Labyrinth, and when Alec asks why, he replies “Tight pants and glitter, what more could you want?”

Also sings along to “Dance, Magic Dance.” while Alec snorts and rolls his eyes.

Neither of them are bad at cooking but Magnus prepares fancy dishes with his magic and Alec loves to watch him do so.

Magnus loves the way Alec smells, and because of the height difference, he adores being able to snuggle into Alec’s chest whenever they cuddle.

Alec loves watching Magnus paint his nails.

Izzy and Magnus are bbfs (that’s best bisexual friends) 5va and Alec is dragged along on their shopping escapades.

Magnus loves singing, he sings all the time. 

Alec loves lazy days with Magnus, and secretly adores it when Magnus wears his clothes because they end up smelling like Magnus.

They’ve gotten so close and used to each other that they find themselves (sometimes unconsciously) constantly touching when they’re around each other. 

Magnus adores Alec’s laugh. He’ll spend each and every day trying to make him laugh at least once.

Alec loves Magnus’ hair. Whenever they kiss, he always runs his fingers through it. Magnus secretly likes this too.

Magnus is quite the artist, and when they’re just cuddling or watching a movie, he sometimes likes to draw Alec. 

Sometimes he’ll also doodle on Alec’s forearms, and Alec just lets him. 

Alec likes to give Magnus hickeys as he’s secretly rather possessive. Magnus thinks it’s hot, and gives him hickeys right back.

One time they have a really heated argument. Alec snaps, surges forward and captures Magnus’ lips, taking the warlock by surprise. He lifts Magnus up and Magnus immediately wraps his legs around Alec’s waist. Alec stumbles, and pins Magnus between himself and the nearest wall. They kiss desperately, frantically, moaning and wrapping their arms around eachother tight. Magnus runs his fingers through Alec’s hair, for a change, and this only spurs Alec on. When they (eventually) break apart, panting, Magnus throws his head back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Alec busies himself with licking and biting and sucking at Magnus’ neck. Magnus closes his eyes and whimpers “Oh, Alexander…”

The next morning, they forget what the fuck they were even arguing about.

[cockbarrens]

alec is hovering in the doorway, halfway out, bow on his shoulder and his quiver resting against his shoulder blade when magnus appears at the door to the bedroom. he wasn’t dressed a moment before but now he is and it’s funny how this is so much worse than half naked. his shirt unbuttoned all the way down to the waistband of well fitting pants and a belt with one of those beautiful ornate buckles. he’s talking, something about dinner, something about raphael and simon, something about later but alec can’t find the will to listen. he’s drinking it in instead, gaze slipping further and further down all that exposed skin, littered with necklaces. everything in the room has gone fuzzy as his eyes trails over that view. one of them is so long, falling right at the top of that belt buckle. it clinks against the cool metal, like wind chimes on a hot summers day. alec can feel that sweltering heat growing under his skin, despite the fact that summer is long gone. “alexander?” he blinks, magnus’s voice slightly louder, cutting through the haze. swallowing, his eyes trail back up, along with his eyebrows. “hm?” he murmurs, reaching to shift his quiver. magnus just smirks, eyes shining, something like sunshine caught in them. his hips sway slightly as though bid on by a summer breeze. “just wondering if you were paying attention.” alec pauses, lips parting slightly, watching those warm brown eyes and the way they appraise him, all fondness and playfulness. “i wasn’t.”

[clockworkswans]

‘When everything feels like the movies.’

Summary: Malec dancing in the rain. That’s it. 

Shoutout to Ana for being the reason this exists. Malec + rain + Iris = you are very welcome. Song is here, feel free to scream it from the top of your lungs!

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“Really? Out here? You want to do this…here?”

“Why the frown, hm? Are you saying you don’t want to dance with me, Alexander?”

There’s a quiet uncertainty behind the playful remark. Alec hears it, and quickly says, “No, I just, uh…” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “There’s no music.” He mutters. 

Because really, how ridiculous. Dancing. On a balcony. Well, specifically the balcony of Magnus’ charming loft. Like it’s a scene from one of those classical musicals Izzy adores so much. 

The flutters inside Alec’s chest protest against his own defence. His cheeks are betraying him, warming with a flush as Magnus surveys him with a grin. 

Dancing. With Magnus.

The prospect suddenly isn’t entirely awful after all.

“I’m a warlock. I can make music play whenever, and wherever,” Magnus adds pointedly. “, I want to. So, I’ll ask again.” Magnus slowly extends a hand and the delightful jingles of his bracelet and rings are already the only sound Alec needs to hear. That, and Magnus’ voice: a lilting, lovely guide like no other.

Alec rolls his eyes, but doesn’t protest further. “Alright.” He says. He wonders if he can speak at all after he steps towards Magnus and slips his hand into his palm. The first touch is gentle; soft. The second is firmer, as Magnus slides his hand around Alec’s waist, and gives a rough tug, but not too rough. He pulls Alec towards him, and into his arms. It’s enough to make Alec gasp, and then conceal his hitch of breath with a grin. 

“I still can’t hear any music.” He teases, desperately needing to gain the upper hand. Speaking of, Magnus’ hands are warm and soft, but they hold him with a strength, a confident power, that radiates from him. It’s magic, but it’s also Magnus himself, a poetry that can’t stay concealed in his body. It spills and dances like fire, and Alec is warmed in a heartbeat. 

“Hm. Are you sure about that?” Magnus cocks his head, and then with a quick snap of his fingers, a slow song begins to drift into the early evening air. It’s coming from inside, but reaches them with ease. Alec also notes that Magnus hasn’t let the song play too loudly, and he finds himself smiling and settling into the warlock’s arms.

He’s facing Magnus, and leaning in so close that their noses brush every so often. They sway and spin in slow circles, not trying anything fancy. Alec is grateful for the simple steps, knowing fore well that Magnus likely knows a whole bunch of complicated moves that would put Gene Kelly himself to shame. 

I wonder if he’s met the guy.

Alec’s next thought tumbles out of his mind. Magnus is lifting an arm, and Alec ducks his head just a fraction, letting Magnus turn him, and then steps back in again. He’s smiling, mirroring Magnus’ happy grin with ease, and after a few moments, as the song gets louder, and the chorus sweeps into a promise of love and hope, Alec leans his forehead against Magnus’ and captures the moment inside his heart. 

There’s a quiet rumble then, and they both look up, pausing as the sky above them turns grey. But it’s a soft, smoky image that greets their eyes; swirls of storm and hesitant rage. Much like the man who dances with Alec now. Alec doesn’t glance up after that. There’s too much beauty standing before him, and he doesn’t want to waste a second of appreciating it. 

When the first raindrop hits them, Alec quirks an eyebrow. He dares, “Want to go inside?”

Magnus raises his challenge with a smirk. In silent answer, his palm spreads out against Alec’s back and he winks. “Why? Afraid to get a little wet?”

Alec groans, a chuckle escaping from his lips. “That was terrible.” 

“You love me for it.”

“Yeah. I really do.”

When Magnus replies, it’s softer. “Good.” He says, and Alec knows he means it. The rain pours down in gentle cascades, but it’s not hail yet, and it doesn’t seem like it’s going to. Alec laughs as Magnus spins him around a couple more times, and then tries to lead him through a step or two. But it’s hopeless when there’s rain falling, and lips to be kissed, so Magnus surrenders after a minute and lets Alec kiss him until there’s no more space between them. 

If cliches feel like this, than Alec has a feeling he’s going to start wanting to tick more off the list. 

When they make it back inside, after another good twenty minutes, Alec is soaked to the skin, and shivering, but when he glances over at Magnus, who is fussing over his hair and already starting to strip for a shower, Alec finds only traces of happiness in his chest. 

Dancing in the rain, he thinks to himself. Good invention. 

~

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Malec After Sex Conversation - You’re Glowing

This isn’t my first time writing a fanfiction and what not but it is my first time writing one for Malec so please don’t hate it lol.

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Magnus and Alec stared at the ceiling for what felt like ages. They hadn’t said one thing to each other since they separated bodies. It wasn’t because anything had gone wrong - far from it actually. They were just so amazed with each other that they were left speechless. Magnus had lived for centuries, and yet he had never been so amazed. He had never felt what he had just felt with Alec. Alec went from unlocking something in Magnus to completely opening up every part of him.

“Magnus, can I ask you something?” Alec questioned with his voice cracking. Magnus turned his body to face Alec, looking concerned. Alec’s face was taken over with a worried expression.

“Ask me anything. Anything at all.” Magnus breathed with a reassuring look. He wanted to make Alec feel as comfortable as possible.

“Was I-” Alec hesitated “Was I any good?” Alec looked as if he was on the verge of tears.

Magnus was astonished to see him in the emotional state he was in. Alec had always been one to not show his emotions. He would never really break his stone-cold look unless he was with Max, Izzy, and most recently - Magnus. Magnus had never seen Alec the way he looks currently though. He looks so defenseless. He looked like he was about to break if Magnus had said the wrong thing so Magnus knew exactly what he had to say - the truth.

“Alexander… listen to me. You have to stop doubting yourself. This experience with you that I just had was one of the most magical things I have ever done. Trust me on this one, I’m a warlock. I’ve had my fair share with magic.” Magnus confessed.

Alec had taken a better look at Magnus and could see his features soft and innocent. Alec had believed in him, but that didn’t stop Alec from shedding a tear. Magnus couldn’t believe how vulnerable Alec was being with him.

Magnus reached out and brushed away Alec’s tear with the tip of his thumb. “I… I have to show you something.” Magnus muttered. Alec’s brows had sunk in confusion. The look on Magnus’ face seemed scared. Alec didn’t understand what could be wrong.

“Are you okay? What is it?” Alec responded.

“I’m fine. It’s you I’m worrying about.” Magnus genuinely looked concerned, but he knew he couldn’t hide something like this from Alec any longer.

“Magnus, right now it’s me and you. Nobody else. I’m completely yours. Just show me what you have to show me and I promise, I’ll still be yours.” Alec stated and Magnus shook his head up and down. He knew Alec wasn’t lying, he felt it.

Magnus took a breath, looked down, then looked back up at Alec with his cat eyes exposed. Alec was taken back and his shift in expression concerned Magnus.

“You hate them.” Magnus murmured and Alec quickly interjected.

“No. Absolutely not. I could never hate any part of you. Your mark, it’s who you are. I love them. You are so astounding.” Alec replied.

Magnus’ body language and facial expression changed from scared to surprised. He couldn’t believe Alec was so loving, so caring. Magnus let his guard down and showed his joyful feelings. He let out the goofiest smile and Alec couldn’t help but do the same.

“You’re glowing.” Alec exclaimed to Magnus.

Magnus laughed and said, “Yeah, my eyes tend to-” he was cut off almost immediately by Alec.

“Not just your eyes. Your whole body. Your face. This is the brightest I’ve seen you. Just another part of you that I’m in love with. You always find a way to leave me amazed.” Alec expressed.

Magnus finally took charge and led in for a kiss with Alec. Alec accepted and their lips locked and kept a steady rhythm. It wasn’t forceful, it was slow and passionate. It was one of the most loving kisses they had ever shared. They both knew how crazy they were about each other, it was beautiful.

They pulled apart at the same time and Alec began to caress Magnus’ face. He had never felt so at home. He constantly felt pressured in his life, but with Magnus he was free.

“I’m falling in love with you.” Alec confessed.

“Something I’ve been feeling since the start Alexander. Don’t forget what you mean to me.” Magnus shifted back onto his back and looked back at the ceiling. His grin was so wide. He had never felt so comfortable with anyone and he couldn’t believe he was laying with someone who had felt everything he had. He couldn’t believe he had found someone who wasn’t using him. Everyone always takes advantage of Magnus, but Alec truly wanted all of him. They both couldn’t fathom how hard they were falling. It was the most beautiful, blossoming relationship and they couldn’t get enough.

They were at peace together in Magnus’ bedroom, so gleeful, trapped inside one another’s head. They couldn’t wait for what was to come. What they felt for each other consumed them and left them vulnerable - in the most beautiful, astonishing way.

[mshooligan-sinner]

My babies

[infinitymalec]

Malec: S2E8 missing scene

Author’s note: I decided to write a Malec ‘missing scene’ type thing which features a conversation I felt would have been important from episode eight, especially considering the circumstances.

If anybody ever feels like Alec, please know that it is okay to ask for help. I’m not an expert but if you feel like talking to somebody I’m here and also please be aware of your local suicide prevention hotline. Please be safe!!

That being said, I hope you enjoy this Malec fan fiction. It’s short but kinda sweet, I guess??? Haha.

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After the whole ordeal with Iris Rouse had been solved, Magnus looked around his apartment to observe the damage. In normal circumstances, he would have fixed the destroyed walls and the cluttered ornaments right away. Right now, though, Magnus knew he had a more pressing matter to deal with.

“We should be leaving,” Clary said in a small voice. Once Magnus had sent Iris to the Clave, an uneasy silence had settled around the room as the severity of the night dwelled on the group. “Thanks for a great party, Magnus,” she continued, the unheard ‘despite’ hanging in the air between them.

Magnus managed a smile. “That’s quite alright, Biscuit.”

Clary took Simon’s hand and left the apartment. Izzy and Jace made to follow, choosing not to say a word but to just give a solemn nod in acknowledgment.

Jace paused by the door, realising his Parabatai was not following them. “You coming, Alec?” he questioned, cocking his head in the direction of the door.

Alec was visibly tense, a frown somehow deeper than usual arranged on his face. “No,” he replied through his teeth.

Jace looked, concerned, towards Magnus, who in turn motioned a hand as if to tell him to leave. Although he was obviously worried, Jace thought it best to let Magnus try and get through to Alec, so he simply give another nod and left.

The audible click of the front door echoed in the apartment. Alec’s hands were squeezed tightly into fists, his eyes just as harshly closed, and his jaw was shaking with the effort it was taking him to try and calm down. Magnus took a cautious step towards him, and then another, and then another, until they were face to face.

“Alec,” Magnus said softly, placing a hand on around one of Alec’s trembling fists. “Open your eyes for me.” There was no response. If anything, Alec just squeezed his eyes shut even more. “Alec, please. Let me see your eyes.” Magnus placed his spare hand gently onto Alec’s face, rubbing his thumb across his cheek. “Alexander.”

Alec finally responded, opening his eyes to reveal desperate pools of hazel.

“Hey,” Magnus whispered. “Come and sit down with me, okay?”

Alec nodded in reply, and loosened the first that Magnus was holding so that they could intertwine hands. The warlock was glad for the connection. He wanted to believe that he was helping Alec more than anything.

When Magnus and Alec got to the couch, the Shadowhunter sat down first and immediately let his head fall into the palms of his hands. Though Magnus was at first going to sit next to him, he instead kneeled down in front of Alec, placing his hands on both of Alec’s wrists, squeezing in reassurance.

“Alec,” he coaxed. “Alexander, please. Let me help you.”

At last, Alec said something, moving his hands away from his face.. “Why do you even want to?” he asked, broken. “Why.. why would anybody want to?”

Magnus felt his chest rip into pieces. “Of course I want to help you, Alexander. Do you have any idea how much I care about you? I can’t bare to see you this upset.”

Alec dragged a hand through his dark, tangled hair. “Do you know why I wouldn’t open my eyes?” he said rhetorically. “Because, Magnus. Because I couldn’t look at you. Because I couldn’t bare for you to look at me, upset. Disappointed. You don’t deserve to be upset, Mags. I’m the one person who’s supposed to make you happy and I can’t even do that properly.” He scoffed humourlessly. Magnus felt a frown fall onto his face. “God, can I do anything right?!”

Magnus rose onto the couch beside the younger man, simply encouraging him to, “Go on.”

Alec began to pour his heart out to Magnus. “I killed Jocelyn,” he said definitively. “I know everybody keeps telling me that it wasn’t my fault, it was the demon’s - problem is, it was my hand reaching into her chest. It wasn’t a demon’s. It was mine. I’m a Shadowhunter. We’re trained to fight these things off. I should have known; I should have been better.. but I wasn’t. And I’m never, ever going to forgive myself for that. Clary shouldn’t! I killed her mother.”

“And it just- it makes me think. I know I was hallucinating earlier. I know that’s not what Clary actually thinks about me. But it’s what she should think. It probably is what everybody else thinks. And, you know,” he shrugged his shoulders, his voice breaking. “Maybe everybody would be better off without me. Like I said. I can’t do anything right.”

Alec’s heartbroken eyes finally met Magnus’ as he turned his head. His hands began to shake again and, before he knew it, he was encompassed in Magnus’ arms, sobbing.

“Listen to me, Alexander.” Magnus was sharp, but slightly muffled against Alec’s blazer. His eyes, too, watered. “A lot of people would miss you if you weren’t here. I can’t think of a single person that would be better off without you around. You’re a protector, a brother, a son, a friend. One half of a Parabatai bond. My boyfriend, who I can no longer imagine life without. Don’t you ever think for even a second that you are not cared for. You are; more so than you could ever know.” He felt Alec nod against his shoulder, and pulled away, raising a hand to wipe the tears away from Alec’s face. Magnus leaned back against the couch, putting an arm around Alec, who in turn shuffled to rest his head against Magnus’ chest.

“It’s just- hard, sometimes.” Alec flinched. “I guess. I’ve.. I’ve never really had anybody who worries about me. I mean, Izzy does to an extent of course. But I never really felt comfortable talking to her about my problems. I mean, I’m her older brother, you know? I’m the worrier.”

Magnus joined their free hands together. “Well, now you do. You can always come to me, Alec.”

“I know.” Alec smiled for the first time in a while. “Same goes for you.”

“And, Alexander?”

“Yeah?”

“Please never worry that you’re not making me happy. I haven’t felt anything quite like this in a long time,” the warlock admitted. “Maybe ever.”

“Oh,” Alec gasped, shocked. Not knowing what to say in reply, he simply leaned up and kissed Magnus on the cheek. Magnus, unwilling to let Alec pull away, caught him in a tender kiss on the lips that would leave the two breathless.

“Can I stay here, tonight?” Alec asked as he settled back down onto Magnus’ chest.

“Oh, Alexander,” Magnus responded fondly. “You should know by now that you never need to ask.”

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They portalled into the loft, bags laden in each hand, Magnus with a soft smile on his face whilst Alec gestured at the bag in Magnus’ hand. Or rather the teddy bear in one of the bags Magnus was currently holding. A teddy bear that was easily half their size and was definitely taller than their guest—rather, his guest, seeing that Alexander still hadn’t moved into the loft yet.

A guest Magnus had insisted on getting the teddy for.

“Seriously Magnus. Why would you get her something so big?”

Magnus ignored the words, his mind working fast at the spells he was planning on casting on said bear.

“Because it’s the perfect size Alexander.” He spun around and caught the half raised eyebrow that Alec leveled on him.

“Seriously? That thing probably weighs more than her.”

“And she will love it. Won’t you sweetheart,” Magnus crooned, causing Alec to turn around as the two of them met Madzie’s cautious eyes. She hung by the door, eyes dark and suspicious as she stared at the pristine white fluffy teddy that Magnus carried.

She looked so much like Alec had when he’d first spotted Magnus heading into the store to pick up the teddy bear, that Magnus found the corners of his mouth tilting up into a smile.

The suspicion still remained in her eyes, but she returned his smile, tentatively.

Magnus spun around and crowed. “See? She loves it.”

Alec snorted. “She’s smiling back at you Magnus.” He gestured at the teddy and smiled. “Not at your gift.”

Magnus rolled his eyes. “But that’s because the gift isn’t ready yet.”

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tried my hand at a malec drabble, set somewhere in that ephemeral future episode 12 or 13. first kiss. fluff. all that.

Alec raced out of the Institute, desperate to catch Magnus before he left. He skidded to a stop at the top of the front stairs and scanned the courtyard.

It was too late. Magnus was gone.

“Shouldn’t you be with your family?”

Alec whirled to his right. He saw nothing save a pair of yellow, glowing cat eyes until Magnus stepped out of the shadows, the weak street lights illuminating half of his face, the darkly lined eyes and high cheekbones. His usually smiling lips were set in a grim, straight line.

“Listen, Magnus, I…I just wanted to thank you.”

“Ah. For my services to the Institute? I assure you, they won’t want to thank me once I calculate the bill.”

“No, not for that. I mean, yes, thank you for your help. I don’t think we could’ve made it without you. I meant, thank you…thank you for believing in me.”

With a small, sad smile Magnus turned and stepped down onto the stone pathway leading to the Institute gate, “Think nothing of it.”

Alec struggled with panic as Magnus started walking away, disappearing into the inky darkness of the tree lined path.

“Magnus!”

Alec jumped down and jogged lightly to catch up.

Magnus stopped, but didn’t turn to face him.

“Yes, Alexander?”

“Magnus, would you, um, that is, are-”

Alec stopped in frustration, furious with his inability to do something so simple.

“Would you like to get dinner sometime?”

Magnus turned in surprise, taking a step closer, close enough to see the light sheen of sweat on the younger man’s face and the wildly beating pulse at the base of his throat.

“Just so we’re clear, did you just ask me out on a date?”

“Yes, or lunch, or a drink, or whatever…”

Alec’s voice trailed off and he stood uncertain, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Magnus moved closer still, nearly toe to toe, and reached up to brush a damp, black curl off Alec’s forehead. His fingers lingered, trailing along the side of his face until he was cupping his jaw, his thumb moving up to the brush his bottom lip.

Alec closed his eyes and swallowed visibly, craving more but unused to such a tender touch.

“Have you ever been kissed, Alexander? Because I would very much like to kiss you right now.”

Alec’s eyes flew open, met immediately by Magnus’ own, almost unbearably tender gaze.

Alec couldn’t look away, neither could he speak, instead he shuffled closer and leaned down slightly, hoping this wouldn’t be one more thing he would screw up.

Magnus brought his other hand up, gently cupping the other side of his face, his fingertips tickled by the softly curling hairs at Alec’s nape.

Abandoning eye contact, Alec closed his eyes as Magnus’ lips met his. It was the softest thing he’d ever felt in his life, the slow catch and release as Magnus kissed first his top lip, then his fuller bottom lip. Completely engrossed in these new sensations, Alec chased the feeling and followed Magnus’ lips with his own when he started to pull away.

Bringing his hands up, which had remained static at his sides, he gripped Magnus’ waist, fingers inching their way around to his back.

Magnus moved in until they were chest to chest, hands now buried in Alec’s silky, black locks. He nipped gently at Alec’s bottom lip, causing him to gasp. Magnus seized the opportunity and deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to tangle with Alec’s, coaxing him to taste him in return.

The need for air finally broke them apart, both of them breathing heavily, arms still around each other.

Magnus could have wept at the brilliant smile working it’s way onto Alec’s face, transforming him from that awkward, pretty man he’d first met into someone so achingly beautiful it was all Magnus could do not to kiss him again.

“Friday?”

Alec’s smile remained, but a confused expression formed on his face, “What’s Friday?”

“Our first date. You can pick me up at 7.”

“Oh, right, yeah.”

Magnus stepped back, letting his fingertips trail lightly over Alec’s muscled chest, unable to resist.

Alec began backing up, a silly grin on his face, while Magnus melted back into the shadows.

He watched as Alec brought up his hand, touching his lips, eyes glowing with happiness. His boot heels touched the bottom step, but rather than go inside, he sat down, rather abruptly, and looped his arms over his knees. 

Knowing Alec had a lot to think about, Magnus turned and made his way to the street, hailing the nearest taxi, and if his own hand came up to touch his lips, and if his own eyes glowed with happiness, who was to say.

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Alec shows up to Magnus’ loft about an hour before the party is supposed to start. It’s decorated to the nines, Magnus going all out for Max’s rune party.

“Magnus?” Alec calls as he walks down the hall, fiddling with the buttons of his tux. “I came early like you said, everyone else will be coming in about an hour.”

Magnus materializes next to him when his head is turned, and Alec is suddenly grateful that he’s become used to his boyfriends antics.

“Alexander,” Magnus says, and it’s definitely a purr. “Glad you made it.”

“Of course,” Alec says, straightening his suit jacket. His gaze flits down Magnus’ outfit, eyes catching on a necklace. “Magnus, is that-”

“An arrowhead?” Magnus finishes, smile on his face making warmth spread in Alec’s stomach. “One of yours, actually.”

Alec frowns for a second. “How did you get into the Institute?”

Magnus leans forward, presses a kiss to Alec’s cheek. “My dear Alexander, I’m the one who set the wards. Surely, I can get past them.”

Alec watches Magnus walk away, frown turned into a knowing smirk. Of course.

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