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[unlockedinme]

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[seraphbled-blog]

*cuddles*

*headbutts alec affectionately like a cat*

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[chngjr]

         ‘‘ COULD BE THAT 2010 GHOSTS HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO               than haunt places. or most places are already haunted by much older ghosts that              don’t like sharing the rent with anyone. ‘‘

“You never really hear about a ghost from 2010 or so that’s wearing like, a flannel and ripped jeans.”  ||  @thearchxr

[ofangelicbloodisgone]

"My book club doesn't have that many members," was the only retort he could think of saying. Yes, he had the reputation of having slept with a large portion of the downworld and yes he very rarely disputed it, but that didn't mean he wanted his parabatai to actually believe that. Alec was his best friend, his brother, the other half of his soul and he didn't the other judging him for the life he'd made for himself. One day he might find someone he could spend time with but in that moment he was content with the "book club". Especially as Jace couldn't get his father's words out of his head; to love was to be destroyed.

Shifting from one foot to another, he wondered if maybe he shouldn't have said anything to Alec. They'd had their fun out and about in the city, sometimes wandering off to the downworlder clubs and sometimes just enjoying their patrols, but their private lives weren't something they normally shared. Especially if it involved the "book club" he liked to call his nights away from the Institute. But what was done was done and Jace wasn't about to take it back. This was who he was and he wasn't about to be ashamed of that fact. Everyone always thought the worst of him anyways so why not just embrace it? Why not allow them and Alec to think the worst of him? "And I know you find it hard to believe but I do actually read, Alec. You've seen the books in my room. They're not there just for decoration."

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[ovalleycfplenty]

“I will support you in all your dreams in life…except that one, I think that one is illegal.” - Magnus

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[ovalleycfplenty]

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@thearchxr “I will support you in all your dreams in life…except that one, I think that one is illegal.”

     scoffing quietly, magnus turns and looks around at the archer with a bemused grin. “oh, now, alexander... you must really learn to broaden your horizons a little. this isn’t illegal,” he chides gently, smirking as he steps closer and gently pats the taller man’s cheek. “think of it more as... of dubious morality.”

[gliiterandsass]

It was late and Magnus was covered in a full day’s worth of stage makeup under touch ups, under even more reapplications. Walking down the strip, he considered the idea that he never made a point to watch any other acts in the city. There were too many of them in town and all the performers were assholes. Not that he could blame them, really. Vegas was a hell of a place. Where nobody was sober and everybody thought they were the MAIN ATTRACTION. But the screen outside the Saxe Theater showed a trio that demanded attention. “Hello,” he muttered toward the tall man in the middle. “Who are you?” 

Getting in to the show was easy enough, and considering it was mostly over, he definitely paid too much. But he’d worked in this theater before, so he knew some of the staff. He stopped an usher in a navy jacket as she walked by to ask for details. 

The Lightwoods. Alec. Jace. Izzy. The NEPHILIM, the marquee announced.

He watched their act, his brows lifting each time Alec shot an arrow, narrowly missing either of the other two. When a blade was thrown back at him, lodging in the wooden post behind him, Magnus’s jaw actually dropped. “Where do they typically have drinks after. 

Pandemonium. 

It was days before he made it to the club. People were dressed in all sorts of costumes, so Magnus didn’t feel so out of place in his performance gear. His eyes scanned the crowd, and there was a crowd. He moved straight to the bar, ordering a martini. He turned again. Where WAS that handsome man? Surely he would be here.

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[gliiterandsass]

alexander:

Logically the Institute was the best place for him to be. Logic hadn’t really factored in. They’d checked him over, assured him he would be fine, but for the first time in his life it was the very last place he wanted to be. “I’m sorry to come here like this, I didn’t–” Bracing hands against the back of the couch to stop himself from swaying, the Shadowhunter gripped it tight. The cost of his own COMFORT was allowing Magnus to see him in such a weakened state. Was it worth it? Jaw clenched, regret sinking like a stone in the pit of his stomach, he had no choice now but honesty. Heavy lidded eyes lifted to the other man, “I’ve been better.” 

“Alec?” Magnus moved in two strides so that he was standing just at Alec’s shoulder. He placed on hand on the Shadowhunter’s back, the other on his arm. “What happened? You’re SAFE here, it’s good that you came.” He gently tugged Alec back into a standing position and turned him so that they were facing each other. “Is your... iratze rune not working? Let me take you to bed. I’ll help you. And then, when you wake there will be fresh coffee. I... bought a pot to keep here. Since apparently summoning cups is frowned upon.” Magnus hadn’t given chance for a breath between each question. He nodded toward the bedroom, his look of worry never wavering. “I INSIST.”

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