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Emeraude for Harper Bazaar En Español June Cover

Credit to emandkatstyle on IG

#didnt realize harper’s bazaar en espanol was using my fantasies for photoshoot themes now but sure #emeraude toubia #nsfw #nudity

mihareth

Magnus + that two-finger gesture

#magnus bane #wow

prayformalec

🤓 i look like this emoji tbh. but anyway, congrats on the followers! i am v glad i was one of the first ones. for the prompt, i'm really craving a malec fic in which magnus dances around the living room with chairman meow and alec is just super in love with him (and maybe they end up dancing with each other at the end? writer's choice. do whatever inspires you) 💜

I also look like that emoji lskjdalkdjfa. Here’s this, I hope you like it! Many thanks to @magicmagnus for looking this over bc I’m a mess

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Magnus squinted against the harsh light as he woke from his nap on the couch. He had spent a considerable amount of time in the living area lately, not wanting to sleep in his own bed. After spending several weeks sleeping alone while Alec lay unconscious at the Institute, Magnus couldn’t bring himself to sleep in his bed without Alec. So if he wanted a quick cat nap – something he had also been doing a lot of, seeing as he could no longer take clients – he set up camp on his couch. Alone.

Sharp pain dug into his stomach, reminding him why he had woken up in the first place. Magnus lazily glared at Chairman Meow, who kneaded his claws into the warlock’s flesh a few more times before folding his legs, innocently staring up at Magnus.

“You’re a little monster, you know that?” Magnus said affectionately. He scratched the Chairman’s ears, and the cat purred loudly.

Magnus sighed and glanced at the time. Alec wouldn’t be home for a few more hours. The loft felt empty and predictable without him; his impressive repertoire seemed gilded and false instead of comforting, like an attempt to prove that his life was still worthwhile, that he still had value. In reality, Magnus had never felt so broken.

Soft sounds that Magnus vaguely recognized played from the record player he liked to have playing during the day. His hand lifted a couple centimeters before he could stop himself, and he grimaced, rolling his eyes at Chairman Meow.

“I’m never going to quite get used to not having magic, am I, darling?”

Chairman only flicked his ear in reply.

Sighing, Magnus stood and gathered his cat into his arms, wincing as the blood rushed from his head. He studied his vast collection of music, finally settling on Gioachino Rossini’s The Barber of Seville - Overture. “Something enjoyable for once, hmm?”

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#fic rec #malec #pure

daphneg121

Do I have to tell the story?

#PERF #malec #unfortunately i love it

magsbanes

I am yours. Don’t give myself back to me.

#wtf #malec

After Jace leaves, Magnus is kneeling beside Alec, telling him Catarina is coming and just to hold on a little longer. And Magnus is saying “it’s going to be fine, you’re going to be fine.”

And Alec will just look at him with a half smile and say “Yeah. Still have to marry you. Have ten kids.”

Which makes Magnus sort of choke on a sob and a laugh at the same time.

And he runs his fingers through Alec’s hair and agrees that yes, they still have to get married, and Alec has an institute to run, and Magnus will be home waiting for him every day with their ten kids.

And Alec smiles a little wider but can’t keep his eyes open. But then a portal opens into the alley and Catarina finally arrives. And it’s going to be fine.

#malec #i just need to know what they said in that alley #and i think it was just corny and teasing and magnus trying to soothe while terrified #alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec headcanon

lutavero

#i cry #malec

alecsgideon

The monotonous beeping of the machines connected to Alec via cords, and other instruments Magnus can’t name, is what occupies his senses as Catarina leaves them both to rest.

Alec is sleeping, peacefully albeit with slight furrowed brows, in one of the Institute infirmary beds and Magnus is watching him while simultaneously somehow not seeing anything. Alec’s wrist is wrapped in fabric infused with Catarina’s healing energy, and the deep wound on his chest is being tended to by a mix of salve and beeping instruments.

Magnus could only look on as Catarina fussed about - making sure both he and Alec were alright before leaving them in the hands of the Institute medics. He’d never felt as useless as he did just then, unable to take away some of Alec’s pain, unable to help Catarina as she struggled to keep Alec’s heart beating in the alley she found them - covered in blood and cheeks streaked by tears.

Then, back in the alley, he’d felt the low hum of adrenaline, worry and the last remains of magic coursing through his veins. He’d been too worried by the sight in front of him, by the sight of Alec with a disjointed wrist and an arrow sticking out from his chest. He’d been too busy fumbling with his phone to text Catarina with one hand while the other never once let go of Alec’s. He’d been too busy to feel anything lacking.

Now, sitting by Alec’s bedside still holding on to his hand, he feels numb, hollow, like something is missing from the insides of his body, from the deepest part of his soul, his no longer immortal soul. His magic is gone, the part of him that made him him is gone, taken by the very person who gave it to him in the first place.

He tries not to think about it, he tries not to feel the sting in his eyes - his no longer glamoured but actual brown eyes - and he tries to swallow the lump of frustration that threatens to burst out of him disguised as bile churning in his stomach. In a moment of defeat he leans forward to rest his forehead against Alec’s bruised knuckles and a wet, frustrated sob escapes his lips.

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#good #malec fic #fic rec