freakypumpkin:

welovesandalwood:

mattdaddarioh:

August 4: Cross-over day

Place Magnus and Alec in a different book series, TV-show or movie and let
your imagination run wild.

WARNING THIS IS LONG AF THIS GOT OUT OF HAND IM SORRY

and i stopped using proper punctuation half way

forgive me it’s 2 AM

I was talking about this with freakypumpkin​ not too long ago, so here:

Or, the overused Hogwarts AU:

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This is perfect.

Such a fun read xD I freaking love your ramblings and Magnus as commentator for the quidditch matches is just pure gold

freakypumpkin:

welovesandalwood:

freakypumpkin:

Hey, remember this AU-idea?

Well, I have these scenes that have to get out of my head and I haven’t eaten enough because I’m trying out fasting for the first time and I might regret it and there are still six days to go … I just really needed something to get my mind off food. And I promised myself to practice writing ‘steamier stuff’. And then this got kind of out of hand. And I’ll go hiding under a rock now, good day … or night. II’ll just go and get some sleep. 

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This is a masterpiece. I’m a sucker for this AU, I don’t know why, maybe I’m crazy, but I like it! And you wrote it out so beautifully, I wanted it to be more *-*

Thank you ❤ I’m glad you liked it 🙂 
And even if you are crazy for liking that AU, we can be crazy together because I’ve got a thing for this one as well. :3 I can’t say if or when there’ll be more for this though, sry.

thiscantbelightgood:

headcanon set #6

prompt: malec & pillow talk as suggested by go-insane-its-magnus-bane (ily)

• After an insanely long day of clients and training and hunts, the two find themselves collapsing onto the bed, shedding their clothes on the way. Alec’s struggling with his jeans and Magnus ends up snapping them away, leaving them both clad in their boxers. Alec immediately shifts closer to Magnus, pressing his chest against Magnus’s curved back, interlocking their fingers together. They’re exhausted but they can’t help themselves from small touches: a nose against a cheek, fingers against his waist, legs against legs, hip to hip, heart to heart, the slight brush of his fingers, they way they fit so perfectly like this was where they’re suppose to be.

“I never took you for a cuddler until very recently.”

Alec grinned against Magnus’s hair. “You like it.”

Magnus can’t continue coherently, he mutters something Alec doesn’t quite understand, the two speak to each other in an entirely different language. Soft whispers and fleeting touches and deep sighs.

• Alec fell onto the mattress, his chest heaving, the sheets tangled all around his body. Magnus was beside him, breathing heavily, his hair a type of mess that rivalled Alec himself. Alec’s covered in a thin layer of sweat, tangled his fingers through his hair before curving against Magnus and pulling Magnus’s arm over his waist. Magnus got the hint, wrapping his arms tightly around his boyfriend, tugging him in closer.

“Well,” Magnus huffed. “That was good. You were very good, I didn’t know that you could bend like that-”

“Can we not talk about this.”

Alec could feel Magnus grin in the crook of his neck. “You have no problem doing it but the moment-”

“Magnus, this is so weird. I can’t believe we just did that. That was kinky, even by your standards.”

• Or Magnus is exhausted but Alec is awake, the adrenaline coursing through his veins from his last hunt, so while Magnus is trying to fall asleep, Alec is propped up on his shoulders trying to get Magnus to chat with him, because he’s so awake. 

but Alec can’t get his attention so he starts resorting to different topics like:

“So I was thinking about marriage.”

“I swear to god.” Magnus grumbled. “if you propose right now I’m going to kill you.”

OR

“I think I’m in love with Jace, you know, again.”

“He doesn’t own his own apartment. And he’s got a red head attached to his hip. If you date him, you’re dating her too, and I know she’s not your type.”

“… Is she your type?”

(Magnus ends up smacking him with a pillow to get him to shut up)

• They hadn’t been going out for very long but Alec finds himself laying in Magnus Bane’s bed, right beside him. They hadn’t done anything remotely sexual, it had been a late night, both exhausted and Magnus insisted that they could share the bed. Alec’s nervous, and for Alec’s sake Magnus snaps into a pair of warm pajamas. 

“Really Alec, I’m not going to molest you under the covers.”

“I know I just-”

Magnus turned so that he was facing Alec, who was still staring at the ceiling. “Look, we’re not even touching and the couch isn’t very comfortable. Believe me. You’d fall off.”

Alec turned too, so that the pair were face to face, his hand nervously tucked under his cheek. “Your bed is… comfortable. I don’t know why I’m not tired anymore.”

“Maybe the shower helped?”

“Usually I’d be passed out by now.”

“Maybe it’s the sexy warlock?”

Alec grinned bashfully but didn’t respond. “You know,” Alec said, oddly somber. “I’ve been thinking a lot about… everything.”

“Us everything?”

“Yeah, us everything.”

“My, I hope you’re not proposing.” Magnus teased.

“No,” Alec responded, serious and genuine, causing Magnus to clamp his mouth shut. “I was thinking about, well, coming out.”

Magnus’s eyes bugged out of his head before he internally reprimanded himself. That wasn’t the right reaction. He quickly slipped into a more reassuring facade, smiling gently. 

“I know, it’s kinda random.” Alec paused. “But, I think I’m becoming ready for it, you know? Jace wouldn’t care, I know he wouldn’t.”

“No he wouldn’t, your siblings wouldn’t care, not at all.”

“It’s just-”

“Your parents.”

“Yeah.” Alec said the word breathlessly, his inner turmoil falling out with one word and Magnus briefly wondered how long he’d been thinking about this.

“Alec, I don’t want to pressure you but coming out, it’s like this huge weight being lifted from your shoulders. Where you don’t need to worry about being someone you’re not.”

“My parents.” Alec repeated forlornly. “We really don’t have gay shadow hunters, Magnus.”

“You’re so much more than your sexuality.”

“My father will hate me.”

Magnus cupped Alec’s cheek. “You’re such a dedicated shadowhunter. You’ve thrown your life on the line again and again. You’re good at what you do.”

“I won’t be able to carry on the Lightwood name.”

“You’d be happy.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t.”

“I think we’re doing a pretty good job so far.”

“I like you Magnus, a lot, and you’ve shown me things and you’ve made me feel things that I never thought I’d be able to experience. That’s something I won’t be able to thank you enough for. And I will come out, I have to, but I know my parents won’t react well and I just,” Alec closed his eyes, as if looking at Magnus was too hard. “All I ever wanted was to be good.”

“Alec,” Magnus said sadly. “You are good. So good.”

No, Alec thought, not good enough.

Instead he responded with a quick nod of his head, a small ‘yes’ escaping even when a thousand ‘no’s were on the surface of his tongue.

• KIDS (or headcanon that Magnus’s the one who mentions it first)

“You know I was thinking about something.” Magnus suddenly said, his voice loud against the silence of the room. “Ever since we’ve gotten engaged, I’ve been thinking about this something.”

“Are you ever going to tell me ‘this something’ or am I going to need to guess?”

“Well, have you ever thought about having… children?”

Magnus could hear Alec suck in a sharp breath before unceremoniously choking, coughing out loudly. Magnus pauses, giving Alec some time to recover.

“I, uh, thought Warlock’s couldn’t have children.” Alec responded meekly. “And wouldn’t we need a girl?”

“We can’t but there are more options if you ever wanted children. Like adoption. Or surrogacy.”

“I didn’t know you wanted children.” Alec said quietly.

“I didn’t think I did either, but I think we’d be good at it.” Magnus smiled. “And I think we’re ready for it. Plus, I think I need someone to spoil and dress.”

“Don’t you already do that to me?”

“Yes but I’ll teach our child the beauty of fashion at a young age and soon they’ll be dressed better than yours truly.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“A fashionably-advanced kid?”

“No, ‘our child’. I like it.”

“It does have a certain ring to it, doesn’t it.” 

“Okay.” Alec said breathlessly, the word ringing through Magnus’s ears.

“Okay okay?”

“Lets have a kid and you can dress them up and I can complain about it when you two have ganged up on me and decided to give me an impromptu make over.”

(The two celebrate with a sloppy kiss, all excitement and elation and the blankets still tucked around them)

• Magnus & Alec recounting Edom and how fucking terrifying it had been. Alec not knowing if Magnus was alive, murdering and Magnus having to confront his father, almost stuck in Hell alongside him, so close to death, witnessing other’s death (Raphael didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve that at all). They cry in each other’s arms until they can’t cry anymore, until their faces are entirely dry, the only hint that they’d been crying from their splotchy skin and soft hiccups. Alec’s facade crumbles when he’s alone with Magnus and Magnus’s mask falls away onto the nightstand and for tonight they are themselves, with each other, two human messes dealing with the shit that life had thrown at them, trying to hold the weight of the world on their shoulders. 
• The two are lying in bed, it was the third time that day they had sex, they hadn’t left the bedroom for anything, save for the quick bathroom breaks. They’re both trying to recover, Alec’s breathing hard and Magnus is slowly catching his own breath. Magnus looks like he’s about to say something embarrassing but before he utters a word Alec blurts out, “Tell me a story.” Magnus looks confused, it was so completely random, and instead of voicing these thoughts his mind reels back to a rather interesting adventure had in the Caribbean’s and proceeds to retell the story like an actor. He waves his hands animatedly as he gets more into the story, mimicking the accents and using his magic to draw in the air so that Alec can try to see an ounce of what it was like. Magnus’s voice is compelling and Alec’s deeply entranced in the story, laughing when Magnus was an idiot, asking about the friend’s he was with. The two don’t realize that it’s almost 2 AM by the time Magnus had officially completed the story, Alec still clutching his stomach from laughing so hard and Magnus listening to the sound like music to his ears.

monicashipscoliver:

It’s a one night stand. That’s it. He’s a nice piece of eye candy. Shy out of the bedroom, but confident within it. Long fingers. Strong hands. All the right moves.

It’s good sex. Great, even. In Connor’s top five, if not at the top. But sex is sex, and Connor is fine with walking away.

The guy – Oliver – is showing Connor to the door. It’s morning, Connor stayed later than he meant to. He doesn’t usually sleep over, but Oliver wore him out. The cove of Oliver’s arms was warm all night. Why fight it? Connor should have, though, because now Oliver is blushing and fumbling his fingers together and bumbling some kind of thank you, like Connor did anything last night except let Oliver pound him into the mattress and love it.

Then it happens. Oliver comes in for a hug. It’s fine – whatever. Reach around. Pat, pat.

But when Oliver pulls away, he’s smiling. Holy shit, that smile. It’s gummy and wide. It should be awkward. Looks like it could be. Too wide, maybe. Except he’s smiling at Connor. There’s no one else in the room. This isn’t a game or a show or a joke. This is a smile just for Connor.

Connor lays claim to it. And why shouldn’t he? Oliver is giving this smile to him. It’s his. It’s only fair to reciprocate, though, so he offers one of his own. It’s smaller, shyer. He doesn’t really know how to smile like Oliver smiles. He only smiles when he wants something. That doesn’t apply to Oliver. Not anymore. They already had sex.

Still, the smile comes, and Oliver’s grows somehow – lips pulled tight, eyes impossibly brilliant and bright. Turn off the light and they’d probably glow in the dark.

The morning sun creeps in through the windows, and Connor really needs to leave. He has to go home to shower before making his way to work.

Oliver’s smile has him paralyzed.

“Can I see you again?” Oliver looks down. A hint of red dusts his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.”

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freakypumpkin:

Hey 🙂 remember this one where Magnus is Izzy’s best friend and has a crush on her brother the size of Russia? 

Well, as I don’t have the time to write all the FFs I’d like to make out of these AU-ideas, but I can give you some scenes/moment I came up with for them.

Yeah, this one is for annlightwood and onmondaymorning 🙂

So, the thing is, Alec has the same kind of crush on Magnus, but he’s scared to make a move because if things go bad Magnus’ friendship with Isabelle could suffer. Magnus is cautious about making a move for pretty much the same reason and of course both are unsure if the other feels the same. Also, they are sort friends with each other as well, but Magnus is still closer to Isabelle.

Then as always there’s a party:

Magnus stood next to Alec leaning with his back against the balustrade of the big balcony while Alec had turned around to look down into the yard beneath them. Each of them had a bottle of beer dangling from their fingers as they watched the other party-goers with that sort of relaxed silence between them. The bass of the music was hammering and you could practically taste the adrenaline cursing through the air, but Magnus’ heartbeat was calm simply because of the presence of the boy next to him.

Alec tilted his head from one side to the other. “Why do you think people throw these parties?” he asked before taking a swig from his beer.
Magnus leaned his head back until he was looking straight up at the sky. “To create a context that excuses drinking, making out with strangers and loosing control. It’s the sort of outlet teenagers these days need to cope with the pressure put on them by adults and the society in general.” He turned his head to look at Alec after the last word and saw him nodding absent-mindedly. 

“Yeah,” he muttered. “It’s like what happens at the party, stays at the party.”
Magnus nodded and emptied his own beer. He swallowed and let his gaze wander across the dancing masses in the living room which was visible through the open glass doors of the balcony.  

“Hey, Magnus.” He noticed Alec pushing himself off the balustrade and turning towards him with his whole body. 
“Hm?”, Magnus asked trying to find out if he knew the girl that had begun dancing on the table inside. Maybe they had calculus together or-
“You want to make out?”
Magnus was sure he tore a muscle from turning his head so fast. The empty bottle hit the ground of the balcony, but he didn’t pay it a thought. He could only stand there and gape as Alec who looked at him with both eyebrows raised expectantly. 
“Do you? You know, as an experiment to see what all the fuss is about … with the whole ‘making out at parties’ … I mean …” Alec took a deep breath and bit his lower lip. When he continued his voice was softer, but Magnus could hear every word as clear as if they were the only two people in the room.

“… I mean, you like me, right? And I … like you, too. So … well, so I thought we could just try kissing here. Izzy’s not here, and maybe it’s not even good and we won’t have that tension all the time …” He stopped his mouth still hanging open like there were words caught on his tongue. Magnus knew which words hung between them.

“What if it’s good?”

Okay, we all know how that will end.
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So, they make out at that party and it’s good, but they still decide not to do it again because they aren’t sure if a relationship would work or if they are just physically attracted to each other. But then they get assigned as partners on a school project (because I bribed that teacher) for a subject they both suck at. 

“Okay, Magnus, so we are supposed to write that paper for chemistry and … fair warning, I suck at chemistry.” Magnus nodded grinning broadly. 
“I know, Lightwood, I’ve been in the same class with you for the past two years and survived all the explosions … but I’m no good in chemistry either.”

Alec gaped at him with big eyes. “What? No! You are good. You’re way better than me.”
“It doesn’t take much to be better than you in this one,” Magnus dead-panned. Alec pursed his lips. “Okay, that hurt more than expected … but yeah, I guess you’re right.”

They both looked down at the piece of paper where their topic of the paper was written on. “That’s going to be a fun weekend,” Alec muttered monotonously. 

So, they end up setting up having one or two ‘accidents’ in the LIghtwood’s backyard while having a blast over the weekend and in the end they decide to give this relationship-thing a try. 🙂

ramblesandreblogs:

ramblesandreblogs:

I am filled with the most ridiculous Coliver feels as back-to-school season starts. (I need season two now)

Connor’s summer internship wraps up the last week of July and Middleton classes don’t start until after Labor Day so, starting August 1st, Connor’s at a bit of a loss. Months of running on adrenaline and coffee have taken a toll and he spends the first few days sleeping in long stretches; only really waking when Oliver comes home and prompts him to shower and eat and go outside. 

Once Connor’s caught up a little on sleep, the boredom of no work and no school sets in hard. 

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banewoodcatnip:

I’m just barely in time, at least in my time zone. I’d apologize, but maybe it’s apology enought to point out that my day has been hell and i hadn’t actually planned on writing anything today. But this made me feel better instantly. So I’m sending all of you who had bad days out there a little bit of warmth. I’m sure the morning will bring better things.

I admit my AU… is little AU except for some changes that wouldn’t be apparent immediately. (I apologize for this. It might have to do with the fact that I really checked for tomorrow’s topic?)… Does this count? I hope it counts. I’m a wreck today. This is all I can do.

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… And so ended the rule of a legendary king, the words are pitch-black ink on beautifully cream-coloured, handmade paper, but legends say he will return when the world needs him most. Magnus’s fingers spread on the first page of the old and well-kept edition of the book that is perched on his knees, dark red binding on a black skinny jeans that glitters with silvery fibres. The warlock’s eyes drifted back over the pages, only resting momentary on the colourful initiums.

The words aren’t catching in his mind anyway, Magnus’s thoughts still with one of his recent parties and the acquaintance of that shadowhunter with the perfect blue eyes. Black and blue. He enjoyed the combination, had for a while now. The warlock might even go as far as to claim it as his favourite these days, though it had not always been like that. But he was old, and if you counted as many years as the warlock did you were allowed the occasional change in taste. (Besides, the sun caught just in the same fascinating way on dark black as it did on ashy blonde.)

Alexander Lightwood. Always with the “A”’s. Magnus figured it might be fate’s way of laughing at him even after all these years. It was this whole repetitive cycle, he was never going to escape it. (Wasn’t losing him once enough?)

Seeing the shadowhunter, meeting him and meeting him again, was like greeting lady fortune at the door. Magnus wished he could greet her like an old friend, but the truth was she smiled at him cruelly and reminded the warlock that, even with all this power, he was unable to save him. (There had to be a way. He just hadn’t thought of it yet. He would, he would eventually.)

The warlock had almost failed to save Alec Lightwood the other night. The boy with the ivory skin and the raven hair had lain lifeless on the bed, the blood drained from his lips and the colour gone from his cheeks. Magnus had, oddly and strangely, been reminded of a thousand images of fragile, death-like beauty and in sympathy for Ophelia (-and didn’t he look like her? All dark and pale and beautiful? But he couldn’t be dead, not again, no no no-) the warlock couldn’t breathe for a second.

The magic in him soared and almost burned the warlock’s fingertips. He could tell that it tried to reach the soul tied so closely to himself, the other side of the same coin. Magnus worked mindlessly to save the nephilim, detached himself from his own mind and played the role he’d taken for so many decades now.

Magnus Bane. High Warlock of Brooklyn. Because that’s who he was now. A warlock that liked pretty blue eyes and honest hearts; Alec Lightwood was both and he’d fallen so hard for him already. But there was no system to this at all. At least, Magnus told himself that firmly (lied through his teeth) while blue sparks illuminated the space around him and Alec. Thank every god there was, he managed to save the nephilim because he could have hardly been held accountable for his actions otherwise.

Magic came and went in this world. Even Magnus himself wasn’t sure anymore whether the history they all wrote was accurate in all its bits – he knew that some were lies – they always held account of magic. Of course, their words to describe it changed every other century. They’d called them witches, sorcerers and demons. It was downworldlers these days, warlocks.

Humankind always held magic in their midst. They didn’t always treat it very kindly, changing the truth behind it into legends and stories that faded from their minds soon after. It didn’t matter, there was little honesty in their stories anyway. Magnus knew that the very book on his lap told more lies that truths, the words twisted and bended into some fathom story that didn’t resemble the king – his king – at all. Well, maybe except for some bits.

The king was indeed brave, indeed endlessly kind and his eyes had been- a knock on the door startles him. Magnus’s eyes, gold and green, flash more golden for a moment and the book is gone from his hands while, in one fluid movement he’s at the door. As if thoughts could draw people, and maybe in this case they could, there is one Alexander Lightwood on his doorstep.

Magnus figures that he is probably losing the tight control he prides himself of, when he kisses Alec at the end of the hour, takes him with him when he leans against the door and cares little that this is the first kiss for this boy in this life. His lips are attached to Alec’s throat and his magic becomes suddenly brittle against his skin everywhere, he’s shocked at himself, how easy he slips. It’s not him, at least not fully. He doesn’t remember, so it’s not him-

But when they part and the boy looks at him so prettily, grabs him for another kiss over the threshold before leaving with a spring in his step, Magnus – no, that’s not true- Merlin thinks: Oh, you prat. Why is it that you get me every time, Arthur?

(And a whole while later, Alec steps into his space in that dammed realm Edom, a gleaming sword in his hand at which Magnus thinks Excalibur, greeting the metal, and his eyes widen comically. All the breath rushes out of his lungs and for a second the warlock fears something bad has happend, but a smile draws the nephilim’s lips apart.

“Merlin”, he breathes and Merlin swears that for a moment he can feel the way the universe expands around them and a supernova in a neighbouring galaxy and the core of the earth glowing. But all of that matters little with his whole world suddendly becoming perfectly and wholly right.)

freakypumpkin:

onmondaymorning
hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “AU-idea #18 which includes a color coded cutlery”

There was a cute fic where Simon, Jace, Alec & Magnus shared an apartment~~~

I know, it’s As Simple As It Gets, right? I loved it, but sadly it’s only a one-shot and I haven’t found this idea explored in a longer FF, yet. If anybody knows something, let me know! 🙂

(Sry, for the late reply. u.u)

ramblesandreblogs:

ramblesandreblogs:

So a lovely nonny asked for protective!Connor and my mind went to all sorts of AUs before scaling it back and going a little smaller…

When they walk down the street, Connor ensures that he walks on the outside and Oliver’s on the inside; putting himself between Oliver and the other traffic – bikes, cars, fellow pedestrians. Oliver points it out one day and Connor simply shrugs. “Can’t be too careful.” 

Connor holds doors open wide for Oliver to walk in first. He places a hand on Oliver’s shoulder or the small of Oliver’s back, subtle as he ushers Oliver safety inside. Once they’re both in, Connor’s hand trails down Oliver’s side to link their fingers together. Oliver never points this out; he just squeezes Connor’s hand once in his and smiles, soft and shy and touched. 

They get in the car and Oliver’s distracted as he messes with his phone. They’re meeting some friends for dinner and there’s an eleventh hour debate over the restaurant choice. “Finally,” Oliver says, never looking up from the screen. “They decided on Parc. I’ll pull up directions.” He glances over to see that Connor hasn’t even started the car. “What’s up?” “Seatbelt,” is all Connor says. “What?” “You didn’t put on your seatbelt.” “For the love of-” Oliver mutters as he reaches over to grab the belt. He clicks it into place and Connor turns the ignition. 

Oliver’s away at a conference and calls Connor a little bit drunk late at night. 

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