An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Getting Together, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Future Fic, First Kiss, So many kisses, Worried Derek Hale, College Student Stiles Stilinski
Summary:
While researching the newest threat with Stiles, Derek comes across a box under Stiles' bed. The box has the words "open when I'm dead" written on it and for a moment Derek forgets how to breathe.
My second and final contribution to the @911podficfest! 🎉I can’t emphasize enough how fun this event was to be a part of.
This podfic doubles as a birthday gift to the incredible @sugarandspace who has been one of my longest and closest fandom friends. Thank you for letting me hear your amazing fic ideas before most people and allowing me to obsess over them even months later ❤️
Don't Fall in Love There's Just Too Much to Lose by sugarandspace
podfic by thatnerdemryn
Length: 45 minutes
Format: Streaming & MP3
Fandom: 9-1-1
Relationship: Eddie Diaz/Evan Buckley
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Summary: They are standing around the map just like they were a few hours earlier, trying to find clues of potential tunnels underground. It’s so much like earlier, but at the same time it’s not, because there’s one person missing from around the table and Buck feels that empty space like it’s a physical ache, a feeling he hasn’t been able to shake since he felt the weight leave the rope earlier when Eddie cut it and let himself fall.
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Eddie's rescue, the aftermath, and a hell of a lot of feelings.
For the malec prompts, 7, t, 22 ? Feel free to change stuff if you prefer!
*so i used this to my advantage a bit so this can be read as a prequel-sequel to my previous fic the number of heartbeats between here and there. also it's a bit canon divergent because of the parameters of the request!* 7. deleted scene | t. secret relationship | 22. "i'm going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else."
To: Alexander – 1:23am
Did you still want me to come over tonight? I know it’s later than we had planned but…been thinking about you 🥰
To: Magnus – 1:26am
Sorry I was in the shower but yeah please come if you still can!
To: Alexander – 1:27am
Pretty boy.
To: Alexander – 1:27am
Handsome.
To: Alexander – 1:27am
Angel.
To: Magnus – 1:28am
…yeah?
To: Alexander – 1:28am
I always want to see you. Do you want to see me?
To: Magnus – 1:28am
Yes definitely
To Alexander – 1:29am
Then I’ll be over quicker than you can say my name
Magnus made his way around the sprawling architecture of the New York Institute, looking for the wing of living quarters. The buttresses that framed the familiar third-story window would have made fair footholds for scaling the building, but there were better methods available to him. Twisting his index and middle fingers, he summoned a dense amalgamation of magic beneath his feet that expanded upwards. Fortunately, Alec had left the window unlatched and slightly ajar, allowing Magnus to slip through and land soundlessly in a crouch.
Just as he straightened up, the bathroom door opened and damp steam from the shower billowed out. Alec emerged, naked save for a towel wrapped around his waist, but when he caught sight of Magnus, an almost smug smile pulled at his lips. “Hey,” he greeted, striding over to kiss him softly, one hand gently cradling Magnus’ cheek while the other held the towel in place at his hipbone.
“Is this for me?” Magnus teased, running the soft outer part of his forefinger along the damp skin of Alec’s bare chest. “How thoughtful.”
Alec laughed boisterously, his ears faintly pink with a warm blush. “Sorry to disappoint you but that was just a happy accident. Patrol ran late and I had to deal with— Well, that doesn’t really matter.”
Clicking his tongue in disapproval, Magnus shook his head. “How can I be disappointed with this outcome, unintentional as it may be.” He skated his palms up to Alec’s upper back and reverently drew them down across the planes of muscle until he got down to the small of his back. His fingertips dug into the soft skin above his buttocks needfully, pressing just hard enough that his blunt nails would leave behind little crescents if one were to look hard enough. “I still come out victorious in this scenario, I think.”
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The way that Alec smiled at him, tired and weary but endlessly soft, made Magnus feel like his heart were being squeezed just this side of painful. It was the most vulnerable he had ever seen him, and it was simply theirs to share.
“Hey, Magnus… Why did you agree to this, us, like this?” Alec gestured vaguely. His eyebrows drew tightly together in consternation, and Magnus fought the urge to kiss the skin between into relaxing. “Why are you willing to hide with me?”
It had been a few weeks since their conversation about an arranged marriage for the sake of preserving the Lightwood legacy and foothold in the New York Institute. Maybe it was some kind of desperation that had driven Magnus to be so cavalier about his willingness to accept the “don’t ask, don’t tell” mentality of shadowhunters. The thought of losing the first spark of hope in love that he had had in over a century was excruciating, and concealing it so meticulously was a high price, but he was paying it. In a way, though, keeping this fragile thing between them a secret, left to grow in discretion, felt a little like a relief. Whatever it may be with time, it was theirs alone.
At the silence, Alec licked his lips nervously and started to say something.
Instead, Magnus held up a finger to his mouth to quiet him anticipatorily. Through a roguish grin, he said, “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else. I want to give that question the answer it deserves, but that’s a tremendous ask when you’re up against me like this.”
Alec rolled his eyes as if it were nothing more than a line, but there was something in his eyes that betrayed his self-satisfaction. And that was exactly what Magnus had intended. “All right, well then, look away.”
Magnus turned his back with exaggerated movements and crossed his arms over his chest with a smile. It was nice to have someone to be this way with again; it felt like liberation to have someone with whom he was free to be himself without the burden of titles and expectations. He was exposed when he stripped away the personas and facades that were like secondary skins. They were facets of himself that people expected him to have, but Alec never seemed to want him to be anything but Magnus. Not Magnus Bane, not High Warlock Bane, not Prince Regent of Edom.
“Are you decent?” Magnus teased after the sounds of fabric on skin had subsided.
In response, Alec came up behind him and leaned in just enough that his chest brushed Magnus’ back. “All done.”
Magnus shifted his weight to lean back into Alec lightly and reached back to thread his fingers into Alec’s still-damp hair. Softly scratching his nails through the soft strands made Alec hum contentedly. “We should sit so we can discuss your question.”
“Can we lay down?”
“Of course.”
They climbed on the bed over the sheets and comforter, and Alec immediately rolled over so Magnus could curl up behind him. He even lifted his arm away from his chest so Magnus could slide an arm over his hip bone and anchor his hand on his abdomen. This was something they had done once before—bearing their heart to anyone was hard for both of them, but this way made it a little easier.
Magnus took a slow breath, gathering his thoughts appropriately. “You’re a possibility, Alexander. A beautiful, liberating possibility that I’ve never had the fortune to come across in all my life.”
Ever melancholy, Alec replied, “How can you feel that way when I’m basically shoving you back in the closet with me, and asking you to sneak around and be ashamed of something that should be so simple. It makes me feel like a child to ask you to…stoop this low.”
“It was my choice, Alec. I chose to put myself in the position I’m in. And for the record,” Magnus added, pressing his lips to the back of Alec’s ear, “I’m glad that I did.”
Alec pressed back perceptibly closer to him, ducking his head to press into the crook of Magnus’ neck in a self-soothing gesture. “You’re not just saying that so that I feel less guilty, right? Because it doesn’t work if you don’t mean it.”
Many times throughout Magnus’ life he had been in the position of feeling at the disadvantage with the people he loved. He worried himself sick over whether he was being too clingy, too transparent, too vulnerable, and then he overcorrected and worried about being too aloof, too distant, and too unavailable. The cyclical questioning and self-doubt had ruined a lot of encounters before they even had the chance to become something concrete. Even now, there was a seed of doubt about what he was doing with Alec—maybe he was giving him too much credit, and maybe putting his own heart on the line was naïve.
“I don’t have the luxury of knowing what will come of this, Alexander,” he said carefully, “but I am certain that never giving it the chance would be something I would always regret. Will I always be content to be the soul of discretion in regards to you and what we may feel? Likely not. But you didn’t ask me for forever, and I’m not asking you either. I think both of us just needed the chance to be worth the risk of seeing it through to whatever end it might reach.”
Warm calloused fingers made their way down Magnus’ arm to lace between his own and squeeze gently. “I can live with that.”
Magnus chuckled and pressed a kiss to Alec’s hair. “I hope you can do more than that.”
“Mmm.” Alec yawned and rolled slightly, taking Magnus with him. “For now, though, I’m just going to sleep with it.”
“‘It’ being me?”
“By the angel,” Alec groaned, exasperated yet fighting a smile. “You talk too much sometimes.” Before Magnus could reply, he had captured his lips in a languorous kiss. Each one they shared felt like a discovery that Alec relished, unrehearsed and uncertain but wholehearted in the best way. The anticipation and enthusiasm of each new moment they shared was somehow so much better than any shared with Magnus’ most experienced ex-lovers.
Magnus pulled away just enough that their lips parted but their noses still touched. “I thought you wanted to sleep.”
“This is even better than my white noise machine. Having you here is…peaceful.”
“Aren’t you a romantic,” Magnus said dryly. But when Alec pulled him close again, he was helpless to resist.
Merry Christmas, @sugarandspace! I hope you enjoy this!
Content notice: injuries
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*****
Please Remember Next Time
Alec walked into the flat and slid his sheath of arrows off his shoulder, wincing when he tried to grip the strap with his bruised hand. He sensed Magnus appearing at the same moment and struggled to control his facial features despite knowing he’d been caught. Magnus came closer but didn’t speak as Alec stored his weapon away.
When he finally looked at his boyfriend, it was with a genuine smile. The pain in his hand was already forgotten just by seeing Magnus. Really, the bruise wasn’t much of anything. In Alec’s mind, it couldn’t compete with countless other injuries he’d sustained over the years, but Magnus couldn’t forget it as easily. He hurried forward and cupped Alec’s hand gently in both of his own, turning it over to inspect the bruise that had grown even darker than Alec had realized.
Alec let out a low hiss through his teeth. Now that Magnus was calling his attention back to it, Alec couldn’t deny that his hand hurt, but he held back any further reaction, not wanting to alarm Magnus further.
“What happened?” Magnus asked, worry lining his face and keeping his shoulders stiff.
Alec sighed. There was no use beating around the bush. Magnus would see through any attempts to brush it off, though Alec maintained that it wasn’t that big of a deal. They’d both seen him in a far worse state.
“There were some demons,” Alec began, perhaps unnecessarily considering that Magnus had known he was working. “We were fighting them, but well, in the thick of it I somehow managed to punch a wall?”
It came out as a question despite Alec knowing exactly how he’d managed to do it. He didn’t want to detail for Magnus that a demon had pissed him off so much that he’d gone for a punch instead of using his bow or that he’d missed when the demon had vanished on its own, reappearing a few feet away within seconds.
Magnus didn’t ask for those details anyway as he ran his finger over the bruise with a feather-light touch. It was a simple bruise, easy enough to heal. Magnus’ brow knitted together in confusion as he looked up from the bruise into Alec’s eyes.
“Why didn’t you use an iratze?”
Alec shrugged. There was no good answer.
“There was a lot going on, and it wasn’t that major. By the time the fight was over, I’d forgotten the bruise was even there. All I wanted to do was come home, so I came, and now here I am. It doesn’t hurt that much. Just a little ache whenever I flex my hand or touch something. Other than that, I forget it’s there.”
Magnus let out a gust of air, his expression a combination of worry, exasperation, and amazement that Alec didn’t know what to do with. Jace hadn’t even noticed the bruise and had likely assumed that, if Alec was hurt, he could take care of himself, which was true enough. Izzy had commented that he needed to heal it but also hadn’t put up a fuss when Alec had said he was going to Magnus’ loft with the bruise still on his hand.
He wasn’t used to anyone making such a big deal out of something as minor as a bruise. Shadowhunters were always covered in them, and it wasn’t that unusual to not bother with an iratze. At least, that’s what Alec believed.
With a slight roll of his eyes, Magnus waved his hand above Alec’s, blue sparks traveling between them. The bruise disappeared as quickly as it would have with an iratze. Alec pulled his hand from Magnus’ to give it an experimental flex, and sure enough, it felt like he’d never been bruised at all. He smiled at Magnus before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. Magnus leaned into the touch eagerly, one of his hands clutching onto the edge of Alec’s hunting gear jacket.
Alec tried to deepen the kiss, but Magnus pulled away, smiling at Alec’s pout. One of his hand’s found Alec’s formerly bruised one again, running his thumb over the knuckles.
At some point, without Alec realizing it was happening, he had become very good at reading Magnus’ facial expressions. He wouldn’t have thought it possible when they’d first met; Magnus had seemed like a locked box that Alec hadn’t had the key to back then. But somehow he had learned what he could from the outside of the box until it decided to open itself for him.
He knew what Magnus was thinking even though the warlock hadn’t said it out loud.
“I really am getting better about it,” Alec said. “Nine times out of ten, I use an iratze. This time I just forgot. I’m sorry.”
Magnus shook his head, giving Alec a small smile as his free hand came up to cup Alec’s cheek.
“You don’t need to apologize to me, Alexander. I’m only worried about you. Maybe it was just a bruise, but it was causing you pain. Please try to remember to heal yourself next time.”
Alec nodded, nuzzling into Magnus’ touch. It really was easier to remember that these days. Largely because Magnus’ sad face would loom in his mind’s eye whenever Alec was injured and hadn’t bothered with an iratze. His desire to avoid seeing that expression was usually enough, but that night, he had been too occupied with other thoughts to think of it before Magnus had seen him.
He took a step closer and laid his head on Magnus’ shoulder, allowing his eyes to flutter shut. Magnus’ arms wrapped around him, and Alec followed suit, taking in a deep breath and smiling at Magnus’ scent as it engulfed him.
In that moment, it was hard to believe he’d ever been in any pain at all.
“There’s no need to apologise,” Magnus says. “I understand. You’re a soldier and you’ve been raised to stay vigilant. I get it. I won’t sneak up on you like that again.”
“Please do,” Alec says quickly, and when Magnus raises his eyebrows he continues. “I want to get used to your touch.”
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A beautiful line from a beautiful fic: Quick Reflexes by @sugarandspace.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/2
Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood
Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Catarina Loss, Ragnor Fell, Raphael Santiago, Dorothea "Dot" Rollins, Camille Belcourt
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - College/University, Musicians, Cellist Alec Lightwood, Violinist Magnus Bane, Pining, Roommates, Fluff, Angst, 5+1, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Prompt Fic
Summary: Magnus looked at him with a curious, yet soft gaze, as if trying to understand something. Maybe he’d found an answer because soon he nodded and prepared to play that song with Alec.
And even when Alec began the first notes, he couldn’t help but think how true that statement was.
This song brought you to my life.
Maybe it’s the closest thing I’ll have with you.
OR,
5 times Alec thinks his love is onesided + 1 time he finds out it's not
I want you to know I read "Alicante’s Most Not Edible Husband" and had to do a double take :DD tell me about "Alicante’s Most Not Eligible Husband"?
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So this was my original fic for the Malec Mini Bang. Unfortunately I lost steam for it after a while and stopped writing it. I do have a complete chapter done.
Basically I had this cracky idea about what Lydia said in season 1 about women in Idris lining up to have Alec’s hand in marriage and I just thought to myself “what if they still tried to get with Alec when he and Magnus moved to Alicante when they get promoted. Thus began these bitter, but still thirsty women trying to get Alec to leave Magnus and be with him but buttering him up.
Here’s a lovely snippet of it:
He gets about halfway through when a knock on the door pulls him away. Opening the door reveals a petite woman with blonde hair holding a basket.
“Hello, Mr. Lightwood! Oop or should I say Inquisitor Lightwood,” she giggles.
“Actually it’s Lightwood-Bane,” he corrects. A sneer appears on her face before it quickly disappears.
“Oh my apologies! My name is Cassandra. I live in the area and decided to welcome the new neighbor and Inquisitor to Idris!” She beams, holding out the basket in front of her. “I thought I would stop by and give you this basket full of homemade baked goods! I didn’t know if you were allergic to anything so a warning that there are nuts in some of the goodies.”
“Thank you, that is very kind of you,” Alec says as he reaches for the basket.
“Who’s at the door, darling,” Magnus sighs as he slips an arm around Alec, leaning into his side. Alec wraps his arm around Magnus to steady him and presses a kiss to his forehead.
“This is Cassandra,” he says. “She decided to welcome us to the neighborhood with a basket of home-baked goods.”
“Oh, it seems that word is already out about your sweet tooth,” Magnus chuckles. Magnus looks over at the woman and sees her scowling at him. “Is everything alright dear?”
“Yes everything is fine,” she quips before shoving the basket into their arms. “I just forgot I need to be somewhere and I am late. Have a wonderful day!”
Cassandra runs down the steps and hurries her way down the cobblestone street. Magnus and Alec watch as she stomps her way down the road, hands clenched at her sides.
