#pastelfrays

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jimon + 'you found me hanging by my fingertips from your window and i don’t want to tell you i was trying to rob you but idk how else to explain this and i don’t want to go to jail and also you’re kind of cute we should make out when i’m not clinging onto your window ledge for my life’ au (only if u like it if not just ignore me sorry !!)

sjdsjdjsdjs i love this prompt i’m sorry it took me so long to answer. also i think this derailed a bit but i was having too much fun constructing an entire au in my head for this world, so. 

“Hmm.” A voice echoes from above Simon. “This isn’t what I expected.” Simon freezes, his fingers tightly gripping the window ledge as a handsome and strangely familiar blonde wrapped up in a form-fitting grey sweater leans out the window. 

“This isn’t what it looks like.” Simon says quickly, and then groans because it’s probably the most suspicious thing he’s ever said. In his ear, Clary is furiously whispering through his earpiece for him to get out, drop down and extract yourself, what do you think you’re doing, Simon - 

“No?” The blonde asks, a delighted smile crossing his face. “It looks like you were about to break into my apartment.” 

“Well, I wasn’t.” Simon says insistently, and he shivers. “Look, if we’re going to do this, either call the police or let me in, because it’s freezing out here and my fingers are going to fall off - “

“You’re awfully talkative for a thief.” The man mutters, before he leans down and hauls Simon in by the shoulders, surprisingly strong. They tumble to the floor, and Simon scrabbles for purchase, accidentally groping the man’s very fit torso in the process, before he pushes off and rolls away, getting up and staring warily at the man. 

“I’m Jace.” The man says, sticking a hand out to shake. Simon stares at it and shakes hesitantly, noting where the front door is and how fast he can run to it. He knows the layout of the expensive flat from the plans Clary got him, knows everything from the painting studio down the hallway to the sleek-looking espresso maker he can see sitting on the kitchen counter. 

“S - Robin.” Simon says, tripping over his own name. “Robin Hood.” 

“Yeah.” Jace sticks his hands in his pockets, shifting his weight and raking his eyes up and down Simon’s body. Simon suppresses a shiver, strangely attracted to the man in front of him, oddly charmed by the way his blonde hair is falling softly in his face and his sleep pants are rumpled, like he forgot to fold them properly. “You steal from the rich and give to the poor, Brooklyn’s newest superhero. Or,” he adds, as Simon flushes and tugs his mask and cowl tighter across his face, “depending on what circles you move in, a supervillain.” 

Hot anger rushes through Simon, and he tamps down the instant urge to turn invisible and pummel the guy. So far, nobody’s been able to cotton on that the reason Robin Hood and his accomplice Red Riding Hood - and seriously, what newspaper was in charge of giving the him and Clary the most obnoxious names in the history of the world? - get away with all their heists is because he can turn invisible and Clary has super speed, and they have Magnus helping them from his command center with keeping surveillance of the city. He needs to keep it that way, even if Hot Blonde Mysterious Dude - Jace - is attractive and checking him out even though it looked like he was going to rob Jace just a few minutes ago. 

Though to be fair, he was going to rob Jace, who’s the adopted son of one of the more powerful families in the city. He’s here for the money, and to investigate what shady deals the three eldest Lightwood children seem to be involved in, since Magnus constantly sees them ducking in and out of buildings they definitely shouldn’t be in. 

“It’s all a matter of perspective, I suppose.” Simon says, shrugging and starting to edge towards the door. “For example, it may have looked like I was going to rob you, from your perspective - “

“I think it’s fairly explanatory what a handsome thief is doing hanging off the window of a wealthy man’s apartment.” Jace says dryly, crossing his arms and smirking as he steps closer to Simon. Simon grinds his teeth, torn between flirting back or telling the man to fuck off. “I’m not going to call the police, Simon, chill out.” 

Simon freezes, his blood turning cold as he hears his real name, and he immediately turns invisible, leaping backwards and sending a lamp flying. Jace’s mouth drops open and he looks horrified with himself as he stumbles forward, eyes fixed on a point five feet to Simon’s left. “No, shit, don’t go - I’m sorry, I’m Angel, I should have led with that - fuck.” 

Angel? 

Oh no. Simon’s face drains of color as he considers possibly catapulting himself off the roof of the apartment building in embarrassment. Angel is part of the other trip of superheros working in Brooklyn, fast and strong and equipped with a set of distinctive russet-colored angel wings. He, Archer, and Whiplash dole out vigilante justice, and are well-loved by the people. 

Angel is also obnoxious and attractive and started following Simon around when he started using his powers to be Robin Hood and constantly flirted with him and infuriated him, and now Simon’s been stupid enough to not connect the dots between the superhero he was crushing miserably on and his target for the night, oh God. 

A set of wings are unfurling from Jace’s back, even as Simon holds perfectly still, hidden by his invisibility. Jace looks around, and calls out, “Simon? Did you leave?” He waits a few seconds, and then sighs, tucking his wings tightly against his body and flopping onto the sofa to grab his phone, dialing a number and pressing it close to his ear as he runs a hand through his hair. 

“Alec?” Jace asks, and Simon could kick himself because obviously the Lightwood siblings are crime-fighting superheros. That would explain the shady behavior, at least. “Yeah, Simon came by tonight as Robin Hood. He didn’t know I was Angel, and - “ There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and then Jace laughs bitterly. “No, I think he’s gone. He shifted to invisibility and my windows still open, so I think he climbed out - no, obviously I didn’t ask him out, are you crazy? He hates me right now.” 

Simon makes a disbelieving noise, his heart speeding up his chest, and Jace freezes, slowly turning his face to the sound.

“Call you later.” He says into the phone, and then he shuts it off. “Simon, you’re still here.” He squints suspiciously in the general area of where Simon’s standing, and mutters to himself “If he’s not here, I’m going to feel like such a fucking idiot.”

Simon exhales, focuses, and turns visible again, and Jace visibly jumps in shock. 

“I have to get used to that.” He says, and he bites his lower lip. “You heard.” 

“Yeah.” Simon says, eyes wide. 

“Well, now you know.” Jace spreads his arms wide, his expression defeated. “You’re shit at hiding your identity, and I like you. I’m sorry.”

“So Angel swooping in and interrupting my fights,” Simon says slowly, “that was you…flirting?” 

“I thought I was doing okay.” Jace defends himself, and Simon cuts him a look before he glances down at his watch. 

“I still have work to do tonight. There’s a flat in upper Manhattan owned by a Camille that’s just begging to be trashed and redistributed by Robin Hood.” Simon says in a rush. Jace watches him carefully, his eyes dark, and Simon half-smiles at him. “But…you know, maybe - if you want - we can go on a date tomorrow? Just Simon and Jace. No - no this.” He makes a vague motion with his hands, gesturing to his own mottled green-black uniform and Jace’s wings. 

Jace laughs, genuine and carefree, and nods, stepping closer to Simon. “For now,” he says, smirking, “how about a kiss for luck before you go off to be a criminal?” 

“You’re such an asshole.” Simon grumbles, and then he cups the back of Jace’s neck and pulls him down for a kiss, groaning softly as he realizes that Jace’s lips really are as plush as they look, and that Jace kisses like a champ - slow and wet and deep - and that Jace’s slight stubble scraping along his face is apparently the hottest thing Simon’s felt. Frankly, it’s unfair how much Simon likes this. 

“Okay,” Jace pulls away, his face flushed and his breathing ragged, “go save the world. Or just Brooklyn. Break into someone else’s house.” Simon grins and salutes him, taking a few steps back and leaping out the window to climb back down the building. “Don’t kiss anyone else, though! I better be the only person you steal a kiss from!” 

Simon grins even wider, and puts a hand to his earpiece as he uses his other hand to swing down a floor. 

“Red,” he says, “I think I’ve found my Maid Marian.” 

Jace is going to hate his new nickname.

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ur local bi sayin hi

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local bi fucks up shoulder but looks cute whilst doing it

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look it’s me posting a mirror photo and a filter photo on vacation

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okay but i went out last night and i was really into my outfit

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malec + reading for the kids in the evening and putting them to bed

Alec is currently cuddling his husband on the couch, they were watching some movie on Netflix. Magnus’ head was on Alec’s chest and Alec was playing with Magnus’ hair.

Magnus looked at his phone and saw the time; it was 8:40 pm.

“Alexander, it’s your turn to put the kids to bed,” Magnus says in a tired voice, not bothering to move from his current position.

Alec chuckles, “Well, how can I put the kids to bed if you’re not getting off me?” Alec asks teasingly, moving around a little and hearing his husband groan.

“Hmm, not my problem you’re so comfortable,” Magnus mumbles against Alec’s chest and Alec lets out a small laugh. “Fine, I’ll get off, let me take off my make up and I’ll be come to you to help you put the kids to bed,” Magnus says as he gets up from the couch and goes to the bathroom.

Alec gets off from the couch and and walks towards Rafael and Max’s room, hearing them playing already.

Alec opens the door and sees Max entertaining his brother with magic and Alec laughs. Max has gotten so much better with using magic recently and both Magnus and Alec were so proud.

“Hey guys, sorry to interrupt but you both need to get your butts to bed, Raf you have training tomorrow and Max you have morning magic lessons,” Alec says, crossing his arms and looking at his kids.

“But dad! I was about to show Raf a cool magic trick!” Max pouts a little bit and Alec tries so hard not to give in on that pout.

“Yeah dad, please?” Rafael looks at his brother and then at his dad, pouting as well.

“No sorry, you guys can continue this tomorrow, both of you, get your butts to bed, your papa will be here soon and we’ll both read you a bedtime story, how does that sound?”

“Okay!” both said and quickly put on their pj’s and headed to their beds.

“You managed to put them in bed?” Magnus appeared and Alec turns around and takes a good look at his husband.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful,” Alec blurts out quickly and blushes when he hears his kids giggle.

“Thank you, Alexander, you don’t look so bad yourself,” Magnus says teasingly as he walks closer to Alec and gives him a quick peck on the lips. “Okay guys, who’s ready for a bedtime story?” Magnus asks.

“Me! Me!” Both of the boys yell out and Alec and Magnus chuckles.

“Okay so this is a story about a lost lamb who after a few years found his family,” Magnus starts the story.

After 15 minutes Alec feels someone nudging his shoulders and he slowly opens his eyes and Magnus is looking at him with a small smile on his face.

“They are finally asleep,” Magnus says as he takes a look at his sleeping kids and a bigger smile forming on his lips.

“Good, let’s head to bed, okay?” Alec says and takes Magnus’ hand and leads them to their bedroom.

“I love you, Alexander,” Magnus says as he gets on the bed, pulling the covers over him and waiting for his husband to join him.

Alec smiles. “I love you too, and the kids.” Alec replies as he gets the bed, leaning closer to Magnus, giving him a kiss on the forehead and pulling his husband closer to him. Drifting to sleep a few minutes after with a smile on both of their faces.

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here’s a selfie bc why not

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prompt !! malec + first time seeing magnus w/out makeup (this'll be cute pls)

Alec decided to come visit his boyfriend in his loft.  He really couldn’t be at the institute; it was hot and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Magnus gave the key to Alec a few weeks ago and told Alec to come whenever he wants, and Alec decided today was the day that he will finally use the loft key. He was a bit nervous; what if Magnus isn’t there? Or has someone over? Alec doesn’t want to intrude.

He’s currently standing outside of Magnus’ loft, with the key in his hand contemplating on going in or not. After thinking for a few minutes, he decided to go in.

Alec’s currently outside of Magnus’ door, with the key in his hand. Letting out a big sigh he unlocks the door and walks in.

The first thing that Alec sees is Magnus on the couch laying down playing with Chairman. He looks like he’s sleeping so he isn’t aware that Alec is here.

Magnus also looks like he isn’t wearing makeup and the sight of Magnus not wearing makeup takes Alec’s breath away. He looks beautiful.

Chairman sensed that Alec was here and got off Magnus to greet Alec, and Alec lets out chuckle kneeling down to pet the cat.

He hears Magnus let out a groan and starts to move around a little bit. Magnus opens his eyes and sees his boyfriend playing with Chairman and looking straight at him.

“Hi,” Alec says and smiles and walks towards his boyfriend.

Magnus smiles but then notices that he doesn’t have his makeup on, and immediately turns to face another direction, turning away from Alec.

“Hey, Magnus, what’s wrong?” Alec says worryingly, sitting beside Magnus and putting a hand on his arm.

“It’s stupid,” Magnus mumbles, still turned away from Alec, head down.

“I’m sure it’s not stupid,” Alec tries to reassure Magnus.

“You’re going to laugh or think that I’m a joke, but I’m not wearing makeup,” Magnus eventually says with a quiet voice.

“Okay, so? I’m sure you still look beautiful,” Alec says, rubbing his boyfriend’s arm.

Magnus sighed and turned towards his boyfriend, showing his bare face and Alec’s heart beat faster.

Alec smiled, “I was right. You still do look beautiful.”

“You don’t think i’m ugly?” Magnus asked shockingly.

Alec was taken back. Magnus ugly? No fucking way. “No, you look so good, with or without makeup. Whoever said you’re ugly without makeup, will have his ass kicked.”

Magnus deglamoured his eyes and Alec’s breath got taken away.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Magnus,” Alec put his hand on Magnus’ cheek and leaned in kiss his boyfriend. Alec felt his boyfriend smile to the kiss.

“Thank you,” Magnus said as he pulled back with a smile and Alec let out a small chuckle and leaned in again to capture Magnus’ lips.