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angelwiththeblue-box · 7 months

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leverage pirate au

okay actually i want to talk more about this post

eliot is an ex solider for some sort of nobility, he hates uses guns after watching his boyfriend get his shoulder blown off, and he swears off guns and off the monarchy, jumping from pirate crew to pirate crew, never finding a place to 'settle' (as much as pirates can settle) until he meets nate ford

parker wasn't on any official crew, she would sneak onto a ship and steal their gold, before sneaking off before anyone noticed. she chose to stay with nate because she was still able to do what she did best, but with something new, something exciting (plus he let her hang out on the ropes, literally) she was raised on a rich man's ship, but she set out on her own when she was sixteen, honing her skills and gaining a name for herself

hardison was the forger. he taught himself how to do everything he knows in a small foster home. you want a map, he knows it well enough to create it from memory without needing any reference. he could navigate waters like it was no difficulty and create id papers out of basically thin air.

nathan ford is not a pirate captain, he is very adamant about that. he is on a ship that he is leading, and he is leading a crew of people but he is not a pirate captain. he's putting together a crew to take down his ex navy captain, who he was helping take down pirates stealing from noble ships.

sophie has grifted her way onto all sorts of ships, into all sorts of parties. no one has one clear defintion of who she is, but the britian nobility know her as the queen of india, the chinese government are hunting her for impersonating a princess, and most pirates are in awe of her. she's a legend, a story pirates tell to their other crewmates and an unknown to the people nate ford used to work for, unclear if she exists or is an exaggeration spread to scare them

nate ford used his last money that he has to build his ship, the lucille, which explodes once, gets attacked once, and set on fire twice. (hardison mourns it every time. if you get close enough to see the lucille, you'll notice four tally marks slashed into the wood next to the gold cursive, clearly done with a sword, or a knife)

#eli rambles #leverage #leverage au #pirate au #leverage ot3 #nate x sophie #nathan x sophie #sophie devereaux #nathan ford #parker leverage #alec hardison #eliot spencer #parker x hardison x eliot #alternate universe #leveragetober

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morrieandlicky · 1 year

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All Different Endings of Maurice and Alec from E.M. Forster's Maurice

Having been to the King's College archive myself, as well as read the Abinger edition of Maurice (which examines the differences between various versions of the manuscripts stored at the archive), I can conclude that there are 3 main different versions of the novel: from 1914, 1932, and 1952-1959, each differing from one another in Forster's treatment of the relationship between Maurice and Alec after the British Museum.

1914 version:

Order: British Museum - Southhampton - Penge with Clive - Epilogue

NO HOTEL SCENE, NO BOATHOUSE

In this version, Maurice and Alec do not spend the night together after the British Museum; Alec asks Maurice to but Maurice refuses with a long speech about how they shouldn't be together because of their class differences. So they part ways instead.

Maurice, however, does go to the Southhampton to see Alec off. After not seeing Alec there, Maurice leaves with Reverend Borenius at end of the chapter directly to Penge to say goodbye to Clive.

The reunion between them is implied first during Maurice's farewell to Clive—"I've wired to him (that I understand why he missed the boat)"—and then specifically illustrated in the written epilogue.

1932 version:

Order: British Museum - Southhampton - Penge with Clive

NO HOTEL SCENE, NO BOATHOUSE, NO EPILOGUE

The British Museum chapter is pretty much the same as the published version.

Maurice and Alec stay the night but there is NO hotel chapter written out. Their night together is only described in 4 lines at the beginning of the Southampton chapter as an "unwise escapade".

The scene thus goes from Maurice saying "To hell with with it" directly to him at the Southampton.

The end of the Southampton chapter as well as the farewell chapter with Clive conform to the 1914 version: i.e. no boathouse reunion.

Epilogue by 1932 had already been disregarded by Forster, so the only clue we have to the reunion between Maurice and Alec is Maurice's line "I've wired to him (that I understand)".

Therefore the 1932 version is the least hopeful in regards to the happy ending between Maurice and Alec.

1950's version:

Order: British Museum - Hotel - Southhampton - Boathouse - Penge with Clive

This is basically the final and published version that we all have read.

The hotel chapter was drafted out in 1952 and added to the 1932 manuscript.

But it wasn't until 1958 that Forster was able to finally and fully pen out how Maurice and Alec reunite at the boathouse.

It must be noted that Forster had troubles finding a way to bring Maurice and Alec together, and in fact refused to reunite them for decades. The boathouse reunion, Alec sending a wire to Maurice, and Maurice not receiving that wire but instinctively knowing where Alec is nonetheless—all were only conceived by Forster in 1958.

Therefore—and this is really the most touching and important part—according to scholars and editors of the Abinger edition...

"now we shan't be parted no more, and that's finished" were by logic the very last words Forster had written for the novel. Alec's promise marks the end of Maurice's search for a friend, as well as the end of Forster's writing progess for Maurice. It is both a fictional and a real-life farewell.

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foodsies4me · 3 months

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AWG but Alec has a warlock mark

Tagging @ariella9melody and @buglersholiday because you both asked for this prompt that ended up in Cat's POV because the majority of Alec's POV would have been a mixture of "don't speak to Magnus Bane", "don't speak of Magnus Bane" and "don't tell Catarina about Magnus Bane"

Catarina stares at the young teenager, barely more than a child, in front of her. She takes in the nervous way he’s clenching and unclenching his fingers, his eyes darting every so often to a smiling Magnus, who is discussing some last-minute details with Elder Musa.

The boy is clearly uncomfortable with Magnus being there and Catarina is still trying to figure out if that’s due to his parents or something else. She doesn't think it's the usual shadowhunter bigotry, though, which is a relief because she wouldn’t want him to fight to overcome self-hatred on top of everything he already has on his plate.

“So, Alec,” she says, “- are you fine with me calling you that? Or do you prefer something else?”

“Alec is fine,” he nods, eyes darting over to a slowly approaching Ragnor. “But - uh, I thought you were sending me back to the institute, so,” another look sent Magnus’ way and a sigh of relief when he leaves, “Why am I here?”

“I’ll make a portal for you,” Catarina reassures, trying not to scare the young teenager away or make him think they’re keeping him captive, “But you’re here so we can schedule a training regimen for you that wouldn’t interrupt your shadowhunter duties.”

Catarina tries to keep her voice even as she says this, trying to ignore the same impulse that had pushed several of the Elders to mention the word ‘kidnapping’ in more than a joking manner. Because it wasn’t enough for Alec to be in an immense amount of danger just by existing. No, the Lightwoods also had the fantastic idea of letting a thirteen-year-old patrol.

Alec furrows his eyebrows together, “Why?”

“To teach you how to control your magic,” Catarina says, confused by Alec’s sudden confusion. He had been the one to seek her out, after all, panic and fear were visible in every line of his body when he asked her for help because his glamour runes refused to work any longer.

Catarina had been confused at first, wariness and compassion in equal measure had put her on high alert, her magic scouring her surroundings for any other angelic signatures, which led to her only catching half of Alec’s explanation.

That confusion had faded the moment Alec had raised his shirt and twisted around to reveal white, opalescent scales that gathered into small diamond-like shapes along his spine. A warlock mark.

Catarina had been quick to contact Magnus and the other Elders despite the panicked request she keeps this between them. Something like a shadowhunter-born warlock, one that could bear runes unlike Tessa, was not something she would have been able to keep to herself. Not when that very fact put Alec into a world of danger.

Still, it had taken her nearly an hour to get Alec’s okay. The promise of blood oaths that would prevent her and the Elders from sharing the information with anyone else enough to finally convince him.

That's how they ended up in their current situation, though, Catarina is starting to realize there was some miscommunication somewhere down the line if Alec is asking her why she would help him train his magic.

“But you glamoured the…my back,” Alec says, eyebrows still furrowed in confusion. “That’s all I needed.”

Catarina gentles her voice, “Untrained magic is dangerous magic,” she says, repeating the sentence her own teacher had installed into her at a young age.

Alec somehow looks even more confused.“But I don’t have magic,” he corrects, breaking his parade’s rest to scratch at a spot over his chest. “I’m pretty sure I would have noticed if I had.”

“Maybe it’s weaker because of your angelic blood,” Catarina muses, walking over to her couch and inviting him over. “But I can assure you, you do.”

Alec presses his lips together, “I don’t want to be a bother,” he says, sounding old and painfully young all at once. “You mentioned you’re a nurse and I don’t want to take up your free time to accommodate my schedule.”

There’s something infuriatingly adult in the way he speaks, a maturity that comes from being forced to grow up past your age. Then again, she thinks sardonically, being used like the Nephilim equivalent of canon fodder will do that to you.

Seriously, a thirteen-year-old patrolling. Most warlocks wouldn’t let their children or apprentices brew a harmless beginner's potion by themselves at that age.

“I’m sure we can figure out something that would work out for the both of us,” she says, conjuring a pen and a notepad that she holds out to him. “Now, what about you write down your schedule and I write mine down.”

Alec does as ordered and starts writing down his weekly schedule to her growing horror. Starting at half past five in the morning, Alec's days seem to stretch well until midnight on the nights that he isn't patrolling and that will just not stand.

"As a nurse, I'm obliged to tell you that the recommended amount of sleep for a child your age is eight to ten hours a day."

"I'm a shadowhunter, not a child," Alec says with an assertiveness that doesn't come from defensiveness, but from being told the same words over and over again. "And I think I'm finished."

Alec hands her the schedule and Catarina tries to read the different categories Alec has written down: training, trainees, paperwork, Max and Leo, archery practice, patrol, sparring with Jace, sword practice, studying, rune practice, and story time.

"Training and trainees?" she asks, wondering what the difference is between both categories.

"Training is for Jace, my parabatai, Izzy, my sister, and I. The trainees are what we call my little brother and his best friend, they just turned three and are learning their basic forms. I'm helping them."

Catarina nods to show she understands. She supposes she can't fault Alec for wanting to be a good brother and help his little brother with his training, even if the thought of a three-year-old needing to learn how to fight is horrifying to even think of.

"And Max and Leo?"

"The New York Institute isn't a kid institute, so Max and Leo don't really have anyone to play with or keep them busy."

Catarina nods again to avoid asking about the amount of 'Max' as well as 'Max and Leo' time as well as 'Trainee' time that has been penciled in. Instead, she summons a cup of hot chocolate for Alec to have something to distract herself and him with. Then, after he's taken a few sips, eyes brightening in delight - and oh, she wouldn't have taken him for a sweet tooth - she asks about the strangest entry.

"What about paperwork? Is that similar to the studying and rune practice?"

Alec shakes his head, slowly lowering his cup on the coffee table, "No, it's just - when mom and dad are away to other institutes or in Idriss, I have to do the paperwork," he says with a careless shrug.

Catarina looks down at the schedule, looks back at the young teenager on her couch, and back at the schedule. Then, she bites down the question that is burning on her tongue.

After all, the answer is staring at her in the shape of a frankly ridiculous schedule that Alec wrote down without a second thought.

This means the story time entry, the entry that takes place twice a day at the same time every single day, right around what would be the usual bedtime for a three-year-old, is exactly what the word entails.

Catarina didn't think her personal opinion on Maryse and Robert Lightwood could sink any lower.

"Your studies are they with a teacher?" She asks, looking at the few spots those take. She wouldn't be able to ask him to do the paperwork he shouldn't be doing over at her apartment, but maybe she can convince him to take his studying sessions here.

"Not anymore," Alec says, "I just get the study material and the homework I need to finish. Why?"

"Well, then I suggest we broaden your studies during those hours," she says, circling the study hours on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday the days she usually has off. "That okay with you?"

Alec is still looking at her with a confused expression as if unsure of what to expect from her. "If that's easiest for you," he says, hand coming to scratch that spot on his chest again, "But I can adapt. I just have to be there for Max when he wakes up and when he goes to sleep, but the rest I can switch around."

Catarina had an inkling he would say something like this.

"Don't worry, this would work out the best for both of us," she reassures, hiding the anger behind a kind smile and another cup of hot chocolate. Then, she gives Alec his promised portal with a promise to see him on Thursday and dials a number she knows as well as her own.

Magnus picks up on the first ring. "Chocolate or alcohol?"

"Both. As well as a plan on how to murder the Lightwoods if you'd please."

"That bad?"

Catarina thinks of patrolling at thirteen years old, thinks of the hellish schedule and the fact that Alec is apparently single-handedly raising his little brother, is semi-raising his two other siblings as well, and all that on top of not quite running the institute in his parents' absence. .

"Worse."

#foodsies writes #prompt #this got longer than expected #stares at plotbunny #repeat after me: THIS WILL NOT TURN INTO A FULL FLEDGED FIC #also I am cackling how Alec got a different teacher in every AWG universe #AWG is Magnus and sometimes Ragnor #GWSR is Ragnor and sometimes Cat #and this is Cat

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heartofalifer · 1 month

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sometimes I lay at night thinking what exactly did daisy write in the description of alec hardy's tinder profile and what pictures did she use that made her think that could get women to swipe right on him. was it selfies? was it candid photos she took? was alec wearing that blue jumper on and reading a paper with his legs crossed in the photos? I need to know

#alec hardy #broadchurch #because if i saw alec hardy wearing The Blue Jumper #with glasses on and reading a paper #and that photo was a side profile of that #i would have swiped right IMMEDIATELY #funny tho #because then afterwards ill google him up #and karen white's article about him will definitely come up #and turn all potential suitors away #also im having a writer's block #i AM STUCK TRYING TO FINISH WRITING CHAPTER 9 of this fic im writing urghhhhhhhhhhhh #david tennant #look #david tennant is a very good looking man #but if i saw Alec Hardy in real life in a universe where i dont know how DT looks like #i would look at him and scowl #“dafuq u mean he's in charge”#man cant even trim his beard or iron out his suit #also that princeloww post about the tinder convo led me up to these thoughts so thanks for that i guess #alec hardy is tumblrs resident grumpy wet cat

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alexanderlightweight · 8 months

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Magnus gets swapped with his future+alternate universe self pre-canon and gets to meet an Alec who has been married to 'him' for years. When he gets back home he immediately sets out to change the future to avoid the war and make Alexander his as soon as possible.

kaejbfkahbe once again you hit me with the really intense ones

ily and hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

lost treasure of the universe

The first proof that something is wrong is that Magnus wakes feeling safe and warm and protected.

More than that, he feels loved. As if there is a physical aura of adoration and care in the very room surrounding him.

Whatever thoughts he might have disappear as a firm body presses closer to his own and Magnus becomes aware that he’s holding tightly on to someone, their head pillowed on his chest.

As if listening to his heartbeat as they slept.

It’s both a torment to tangle himself free from the embrace and a relief to get some space as he tries to understand just what happened.

And then he recognizes that dark swirls for the angelic runes they are and magic crackles through his fingers.

In response the very magic of the room he’s in warns him not to act against the nephilim in the bed. It’s confusing but still pointedly clear and Magnus barely manages to stumble away from the bed — never turning his back — and a web of magic weaves itself into place around the shadowhunter. Magnus doesn’t even bother trying to decipher the magic, he’s trying desperately to understand and recognize where he is and how he got here.

There was a ritual — Magnus knows there was one thought what it was for he can’t remember — and now he can’t quite puzzle out what it was for over the ache in his skull.

“Magnus?” Is asked from the bed and he ignores that the nephilim knows his name to look around until he finally see something he recognizes.

It’s not a box he remembers having but some of the jewelry displayed are pieces that he recognizes and knows he would never get rid of. Further evidence that this is some version of himself, are the pictures alone the vanity and dresser. The most prominent one — the one that causes Magnus to ache — is a picture of what can only be an older version of himself… and the shadowhunter on the bed.

Magnus can hear more words being spoken and while he takes note that it’s a lovely voice, his attention is fully caught by the expressions of the two in the picture. They’re staring at each other with such fierce adoration and Magnus drinks it in.

He’s completely unglamoured in the picture and his shadowhunter — because he has to be Magnus’ in order for him to be looked at that way and to be found in Magnus bed — is staring at Magnus with such an adoring look of love that Magnus has to make sure he isn’t dreaming. That someone could be so devoted to him — with all of himself bared no less — is something that has always been denied him.

“Magnus—” he’s called to again and this time he turns. The shadowhunter is stunning and Magnus swallows, aching a little at the look of concern being offered him. “Are you okay? Why did the wards react?” It’s clear from the way he stays on the mattress that he’s been told how to handle this kind of situation.

“I’m not from this time—” Magnus admits because lies won’t help him hear but he lets down his glamour. There is a little gasp but it’s one of pleased surprise and relief and the wariness on the nephilim’s face leaves. Left behind is tender sympathy and despite Magnus’ alternates magick clinging to the shadowhunter in protest, he leaves the bed.

Strong, large hands are offered carefully and Magnus takes them with a speed that he is sure would be considered greedy by anyone not staring at him with such sweetness.

“I’m Alec—” is offered and when the wards pulse around them, there is a deep chuckle. “Well, to you it’s always been Alexander, but whatever you’re comfortable with. Is it alright to call you Magnus still?”

“Alexander—” rolls off his tongue before Alec can finish and there a surprised smile crosses his face. It makes him look bashful and young and Magnus wonders what time it is, what his beloveds name is. Anything so that he can make sure he has this, “Magnus is fine, darling.” The endearment slips out and from the fond smile sent his way, it’s nothing truly new.

“Are you okay, were you in danger before you arrived?”

“Only danger of my heart withering.”

Now typically when Magnus jokes like this, Cat and Ragnor are the only two who can guess at the truth behind his levity. Alexander however frowns and then tugs one of his large hands free and cups Magnus’ face with calloused fingers.

“I’d say that’s pretty important.” Magnus is told with the sincerity of a mountain standing strong in the face of a storm. “Let me put on some water for tea, okay? You can borrow a robe, put away your tiger stripes for a little bit and take a breath. Maybe talk to me about it? Or you can ask about things from this time, okay?”

“What?” Magnus asks as Alexander’s fingers slip away from him. “You aren’t worried for wherever this world’s Magnus has gone?” Even thought he knows it’s the truth, Magnus can bear to voice that Alexander belongs to someone else, even if it is another version of himself.

“My husband will be fine.” Magnus is told with a small smile as if Alexander’s declaration isn’t a stab of hope almost too sharp to accept. “As his consort I can feel him even across dimensions and time. He will find his way back to me no worse the wear and I will stay here, as his anchor and compass. Rest your magic, there’s robes that will fit in the closet.”

“You’re not the least bit worried that I’d hurt you, are you.” It’s an observation not a question and as Alexander opens the door to what must be the hallway, the shadowhunter turns and gives a playful smile.

“Magnus’ magick encompasses the entirety of our home. I have nothing to fear from anyone in any place that Magnus claims as his own.”

The sheer faith stuns Magnus almost as much as the realization that it’s true. He cautiously reaches out to touch the wards and protective arrays that echo with the similar vein of his own magic. It’s different. Somehow.

It’s more than his own and stronger. It both recognizes him as similar and also identifies that he’s different. There is no loophole for him to slip into, no way for him to twist these wards to his own needs and the complexity of them both awe and please Magnus.

Clearly there is a lot Magnus will need to learn before he slips back through space and time.

First, how to secure himself a gorgeous and clearly besotted nephilim consort and the second… well, Magnus isn’t going to be taking any risks. If that means cheating and devouring the knowledge created and discovered by another version of himself, than Magnus will do so. He will cheat and lie and scheme and murder and memorize Alexander’s entire family tree to ensure that his birth is secure.

Magnus will not risk the changes he makes rendering Alexander’s existence obsolete.

The robe fits just like Alec said it would and it smells of the shampoo that Magnus just figured out how to make the week before. It’s with glee that Magnus ties it around his waist and follows the feel of Alexander until he finds him.

The opulence of his lair and the wonder of new inventions aren’t enough to sway Magnus from his target. He will have time enough to study them later. For now he stops in the doorway and stares, want flooding him as he watches the shadowhunter who will be his set out a tray of what Magnus can already smell is his favorite blend.

It’s been his favorite for a century already and it doesn’t surprise him in the least that even centuries later it still remains a comforting flavor.

There are little snacks, small things to wet an appetite or to at least sustain until rest has been had and hunger restored. Magnus can’t remember the last time a partner went out of their way to truly care for him like this and he’s not even Alexander’s bonded, not truly.

Magnus is going to make fate dance for him to ensure that he gets his own.

Alec to himself: oh no he's sad. a version of magnus is upset. i have to fix this NOW

Magnus: i need his genealogy going back at least a century past my time so i can make sure he is born in my world because he's mine

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #lost treasure of the universe #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters

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