#ch: magnus bane

[clockworkbee]

I believed in soulmates when Magnus sought peace and found it in Alec

—the midnight heir, the bane chronicles

—what to buy the shadowhunter who has everything (and who you’re not officially dating anyway), the bane chronicles

—epilogue, red scrolls of magic

—the city in the sea, Queen of Air and Darkness

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #the midnight heir #what to buy the shadowhunter who has everything (and who you’re not officially dating anyway) #red scrolls of magic #rsom #rsom: epilogue #the bane chronicles #qoaad ch 34 #queen of air and darkness #tsc parallels #ps: edited to add the last one. #the dark artifices

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

Alec raised an eyebrow at him. “Magnus.”

“Yeah?”

“Talk to me.”

“I am.”

“Baby.”

Magnus let out a ragged breath at that, relaxing further on the bed. “I’m tired.”

“Of?” Alec asked, because it helped Magnus when someone would direct questions at him. He wouldn’t know how to express it himself.

“Of never getting over this. Of always having so many skeletons in my closet.”

“And?”

“And Max having to deal with all of this.”

His boyfriend gave him a small, sad smile. “Max is okay. He’s going to forget all about it by tomorrow. I’m sure he already has.”

“That doesn’t help.”

“What will help?”

“If everyone would just leave me,” Magnus sighed. “If he would leave me alone.”

“He’s not here, baby. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

A small wounded noise leave his mouth, “He already did. He always will.”

---Everyone just needs to leave LRHWY Malec the fuck alone. My mans has had enough

#this is from ch 2 btw #malec #lrhwy #magnus bane #alec lightwood #my writing

[inabcck]

@ssolessurvivor gets a starter based off of this drabble.

It was a rare occasion that Magnus was able to sleep peacefully in the night plagued by memories of the past or current events it seemed he was just never destined to get all of the rest he required. Now that Logan had all but moved in with him it was the adjustment period of learning to sleep with another person in the bed with him. Perhaps it was an odd chance of luck that he was awake when he noticed Logan making little gasping noises in his sleep with the occasional whimper. One thing he did know now based off of time and experience with he blonde in his bed is that those weren't the ones of pleasure. Curiosity got the better part of the warlock though and he decided to take just a peak into his lover's head.

What he saw was not pleasant and right as he was intending to grab Logan to wake him he woke on his own. It was as if he forgot that he wasn't truly alone anymore and started crying. Magnus's heart broke for him then and he shifted in the bed having already been sitting up to position himself so he could better hold Logan. "Shhh... It's okay, Logan. I got you." He cooed softly to him as he pulled the other man against his chest to let him cry on him for as long as he needed.

His hand moved along Logan's back seeking to soothe him and he used just enough of his magic to spread the warmth of his love through his boyfriend. He pressed a soft kiss to his bed messed blonde hair and kept him pressed against him. He could offer to lock that memory away for him if he truly wanted it to be so, but Magnus wasn't sure if Logan would want to forget that sacrifice. It clearly haunted him constantly, but it also helped shape him into who he was now which was a stronger man than he was. "You're not there anymore, you're here with me and I won't let anything or anyone hurt you like that ever again. I swear it on my mother's grave." Magus promised into his hair still keeping up those soothing strokes praying to whoever would listen that it helped him.

#ssolessurvivor #ch; magnus bane #My finger slipped

[quotesthatiliked]

“Is it ever difficult?” Magnus asked.

“Is what difficult?”

“Sharing your husband’s heart so entirely with someone else,” he said.

“If it were different, it would not be Will’s heart,” Tessa said. “He knows he shares my heart with Jem as well. I would have it no other way—and he would have it no other way with me.”

- Cassandra Clare(The bane chronicles,ch-The midnight hier)

#AHHH my herongraystairs hearttttt #jem carstairs #tessa gray #will herondale #the bane chronicles #cassandra clare #the infernal devices #quotes #.mine🍀 #bookblr #book quotes #books & libraries

[otppurefuckingmagic]

I just finished rereading all of In The Sin Bin, and I have every faith that you'll finish it when you have time/stability in your life and you're ready, but I just want you to know that I love it so fucking much. I can't wait to see Alec and Magnus get married and adopt a whole brood of children. I just have this image in my head of Alec on the ice after an important win kissing Magnus as a toddler Max in a way-too-big Lightwood-Bane 89 jersey celebrating on his papi's shoulders.

oh anon. if i'd known this message was in my inbox i would've been back on here much, much earlier. thank you so much for the love and blissful itsb headcanons!

stability was in a super short supply for a while there in my life and it's just starting to take hold again. hoping it will.

believe it or not, itsb isn't abandoned. i open it every now and then and add more. ch 25 is 25k+ words at this point. so it WILL happen, eventually.

thank you again for the really kind message and i hope you're well ♡

(Edit: I should have said, THANK YOU for your faith that i’ll finish it!!)

#answered #ITSB #ch 25

[dicaculus]

Title: A Pile of Hot Metal and Dirty Dishes Artist: Crankyfossil Rating: Explicit Pairing: Magnus Bane/ Alec Lightwood Wordcount:42,462 Summary: Magnus Bane is the Head Chef at Encanto and doing just fine. Or that’s what he tells Simon the therapist, his boss Raphael, orders him to go to. Magnus is a genius in the kitchen, his food is art, but if he starts a fight with one more disrespectful customer, he’s gone. Simon is useless though, going on about Magnus using work as a means to distance himself from meaningful relationships, and emotional walls that could rival a fortress. What does he know? Magnus is fine. Then everything goes wrong. His best friend, Catarina and her daughter get into an accident. His eight-year-old niece, Madzie, is the only survivor and Magnus finds himself going from cool uncle Magnus to the only parent Madzie has left. To make matters worse, Raphael has replaced him while he’s on leave. Alexander Lightwood is a menace. He’s careless, breezy, and annoyingly good at everything he does. Magnus can’t stand him, but with Madzie refusing to eat his cooking and his hands full, Magnus needs all the help he can get. Along the way, Magnus begins to realize there’s more to life than seared cod and lemon dressing, and maybe, just maybe, it’s a life that he wants Alexander Lightwood in.

This fic was created for the Malec Discord Mini Bang 2023.

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CHAPTER TWO

The world stops for Magnus as Dr. Roberts talks in his ear. Despite the chaos in the kitchen, the clanging on dishes and utensils, the familiar sound of Clary calling out orders and chefs calling back with times, Magnus only hears the doctor’s voice.

“T-boned…she didn’t make it…we did everything we could….I’m so sorry”

“A-and Madzie?” Magnus asks, barely holding back his tears, gripping onto the steel counter like a lifeline so he doesn’t crumble to the floor. 

“She’s stable, we need you to come down”

“I’ll be right there.”

Magnus hangs up the phone and leans on the pillar behind him. He closes his eyes, trying to collect himself and willing himself not to cry in his kitchen. A gentle shake of his shoulder brings Magnus back to the kitchen, his eyes landing on a concerned Clary.

“Magnus, is everything okay?”

“I- I have to go”

The drive to the hospital is a blur. Swirling in Magnus’s head is the memory of the last time he spoke to his best friend. It had been just this afternoon as he drove to the restaurant after his appointment with Simon. Catarina was checking in, telling Magnus about how their long drive was going and sharing her annoyance about other drivers.

“Traffic is insane as per usual. I swear a little snow on the ground and everyone forgets how to drive. “

But now, only a few hours later, she was gone. Just like that, his best friend dead. It was hard to wrap his head around. Magnus couldn’t think of a time when Cat wasn’t in his life. They’d grown up together, lived on the same street, went to the same schools, were in the same classes and had sleepovers most weekends. Cat was there when his mother passed away as a teenager when all of his other friends shied away, unsure what to say to their friend. At Cat’s house, there was always a place at their dinner table for Magnus and the guest room was his if he needed to get away from his father. After his wife’s death, his father became isolated and cruel‌. A dramatic change from the man Asmodeous used to be, the man Magnus at one time wanted to become. She was there when Magnus was figuring out his sexuality, his first relationship and first heartbreak. When Magnus decided to become a chef, she was there to support him by looking at culinary schools and trying his dishes without hesitation no matter how odd they might been.

After high school they’d gone their separate ways, going to schools hours apart. But despite the distance, they were always in contact, phone calls, texts, video chat, even the occasional  weekend visit. When Magnus got the chance to train in Europe, he’d jumped at the chance and Cat had been so proud of him. Not wanting to go alone, Magnus begged Catarina to come with him, she been hesitant at first of course. Catarina was always the practical one of the two and setting of to Europe for an unplanned trip was anything but practical. So she said no, instead they settled on Catarina coming for a visit in a few months. Filled with pride Catarina drove Magnus to the airport and hugged him goodbye with tears in her warm brown eyes. When Catarina found out she was pregnant, Magnus was with her every step of the way. He went to all of her appointments and was even present at Madzie’s birth. They were always there for each other and Magnus was sure he’d found his soulmate in his lifelong friend, which made her death that much harder to grasp.

A woman at the hospital entrance gives Magnus directions to the ward Madzie is in. After taking the elevator up a few floors and going through a maze of white hallways that never seem to end, he finds himself in the unit Dr. Roberts told him over the phone.

“I’m looking for Dr. Roberts. My niece admitted here, she was in a car accident with her mom. “

The nurse at the desk nods and gestures to a couple of chairs for Magnus to sit and tells him Dr. Roberts will only be a moment. Magnus sits but nervously fiddles with his fingers and lets his leg bounces as he waits. Time seems to slow down and every minute that passes feels like an hour to him. Images of the worst swirl through his head. Madzie covered in bruises, broken bones, connected to machines and surrounded by various wires. Magnus shakes the thoughts from his head and tries to breathe; the doctor had said nothing about Madzie’s injuries being life threatening, infact if he remembers correctly she’d said Madzie was stable. 

“Mr. Bane?”

Magnus shoots up from his chair, his foot tangling with leg, making him stumble. Magnus clears his throat as he catches his balance, smoothing down his coat with his hands. He smiles at the doctor and approaches her, slower this time.

“Yes, hi, that’s me. I came as fast as I could”

Dr. Roberts smiles softly and squeezes his shoulder in a comforting gesture. “I’m Dr. Roberts. We spoke on the phone. Thank you for coming so quickly.”

“H-How is she?” Magnus stutters. “Can I see her?”

The doctor nods and gestures for Magnus to follow her. “Madzie’s doing great.” She says. They walk down the hall, passing a few rooms until they stop at one. They stand in the doorway and Magnus sees Madzie curled up in the hospital bed, facing away from the door. He lets out a sigh of relief that she’s not hooked up to tubes and machines like he’s imagined. “Some bruises, a mild concussion and some stitches on her face and arm from where we had to pull out glass. Other than that, she’s gonna be fine.”

Physically, yes…but her mother is dead. She’ll be anything but fine.

“Has anyone told her yet?”

The doctor shakes her head. “We thought it would be best for her to hear it from someone in the family. Do you know how we can reach Madzie’s father? You’re her emergency contact, but we couldn’t find anything about her father.

“Oh um,” He sniffs, wiping a tear from his cheek. “He’s never been involved” Memories of Cat travelling to Europe to visit him while he was training flood to the surface. Specifically, a night when they’d gone dancing and had maybe a little too much to drink. She’d danced with a man that night. He was beautiful and charming, knowing how to treat a woman and knew all the right things to say. They had a holiday fling only for his friend to find out she was pregnant when she went home. “I don’t even know his name.”

Dr. Roberts to Emergency, please. Paging Dr. Roberts...

“I’m so sorry. I have to go, but I’ll be back to check on her‌.”

She turns and walks back down the hall, leaving Magnus alone in the door. Finally, he steps into the hospital room. It’s quiet other than the beeping of a monitor. He walks around the bed and smiles softly when he sees that she’s sleeping. As quietly as he can, he makes his way over to the chair in the corner and pulls it closer to the bed to sit. Madzie looks small in the hospital bed, blankets up to her chin and he can see the bruising and stitches the doctor spoke of.

“She’s changed so much since the last time you saw her”

And how right had Catarina been? Madzie always resembled her mother, but even now at only eight years old Magnus could tell she was going to look just like her mother. He reaches forward to move some hair from her face, and it’s then that her eyes flutter open.

“Magnus?”

“Hi sweetpea” He caresses Madzie’s cheek with his thumb for a moment, smiling softly.

“Where’s mom?”

Magnus’s heart clenches in his chest all over again and lets out a deep breath. 

“Is she dead?”

He squeezes one of her hands as tears well up in her dark brown eyes and, for the first time that day, Magnus lets the tears fall from his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, sweetpea, but she didn’t make it. “

Tears fall from the child’s eyes and she sobs, full body sobs that make her little body shake. Magnus pulls the chair closer, kisses his niece’s head and holds her as she cries. They fill the room with tears and whimpers as they cry together until Madzie falls asleep from exhaustion.

As promised, a few hours later, Dr. Roberts comes to check on Madzie. She explains that while she’ll recover; they want to keep her for a couple of days because of her head injury. Magnus stays with Madzie until the visit hours are over and a nurse kicks him out.

“Get some sleep,” He tells her with a kiss on her head. “I’ll come by tomorrow. How about I bring you dinner?”

Madzie agrees with a nod and waves a tired goodbye to him.

It’s not until Magnus gets to his apartment that night and crawls into his bed next to his cat and has a moment to check his phone that he realizes he has a voice mail. He goes through all his texts from various coworkers, deleting most of them except the few from Clary and Raphael. He updates both of them, getting sympathy from Clary and Raphael, telling him he understands if Magnus needs time off. When he checks his voicemail, tears fall from his eyes and sobs himself to sleep.

You have one new message.

Hi, it’s me.

And me!

We just wanted you to know we’re running late. Traffic’s insane. We’ll get there, eventually. Bye.

End of messages.

Magnus sleeps in the next morning having given the early morning market duties to another coworker, only rousing when his cat, Chairman, demands breakfast. He feeds the animal and begins a slow morning, enjoying his coffee rather than gulping it down, even taking a bubble bath before deciding to get ready. But when Magnus walks in the restaurant, he’s met with silence and stares from all of his coworkers in the middle of their meeting.

“Did you know he was coming in?” 

Magnus ignores the whispers and stares, holding his head up high, and continues to his kitchen. Magnus puts his coat in the office, puts on his chef’s whites and steps into the kitchen, grabbing an apron and tying it tightly.

“Magnus, what are you doing?” Raphael barges into the kitchen with his perfectly tailored suit.

Magnus raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Working? What does it look like?”

He grabs an onion from the basket and begins the daunting task of dicing pounds of onions for the night.

“I thought you were gonna take a few days off.”

“No.” Magnus says, pointing the sharp end of his knife at Raphael. “You thought I was going to take a few days off” Magnus goes back to dicing. Here Magnus could be busy, there was food to be cut, sauces to make, and things to do. At home, it would be him, his cat, and his thoughts, and the last thing Magnus wanted right now was to be alone with his thoughts.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Magnus lies

Lunch service is busy, the kitchen is hot, making Magnus sweat and loud with clanging of dishes, chefs calling to one another, servers asking where their table’s food is and Magnus barking orders. 

Give me one duck, two beef rare, and a rack of lamb.

I’m still waiting for those beef tenderloins.

Pick up for 10

I need a quail and a Dover sole for table nine. Okay, let’s go, guys.

It’s demanding and never ending, a perfect distraction from thinking of anything else, exactly what he needs. While Magnus pretends everything normal and perfectly okay, he’s aware the chefs around him and the servers know better. He sees the worrying glances Clary gives him from the corner of his eyes, Raphael hadn’t interrupted him or asked him to speak to a customer once tonight. He gets very little talk back from his other chefs. Not a single eye roll when he’d forced someone to refire something.

Come on, let’s move it.

Lucas, I need more pans, now!

Fire one rare steak on the fly.

Two duck breasts, two racks of lamb. Let’s go, people!

Magnus is usually demanding and expects the best from his staff. However, tonight he sounds even sharper than usual. There’s an edge to his voice that leaves no room for argument and the chefs simply shrug and look at one another, unsure of what to say.

“Why is there no food on the counter?” He barks exasperatedly, “Come on, we got tables and there are too many servers in my kitchen!”

“Where’s my souffle for 14? Eleanor, where the souffle?!”

“Chef?”

Magnus turns around and it’s Lucas, finally with the pans he asks for, which he takes, but then he’s given an envelope. Magnus takes it and looks at the young man with a question written all over his face.

“A man in a suit came in during our meeting and wanted to give this to you. He said it was important. He left a number to call him at as well. You told us never to bug you in the kitchen during prep so—”

Magnus thanks Lucas, but his voice sounds strained when he recognizes Catarina's handwriting on the envelope. He shoves the envelope in his trouser pocket and turns to Clary who somehow is already looking at him, “I’m going for a short break, you okay taking over?”

“Of course”

Magnus steps away from the kitchen and opens the metal doors to the large walk-in fridge. The walk in was his safe space, his refuge since no one really likes being in the cold too long. But with the heat of his kitchen, Magnus finds it nice, refreshing even. He sits on a wooden crate  against a wall and takes the envelope from his pocket. He smiles sadly, running a finger over his friend’s familiar script and wonders what he’s about to open. Magnus assumes the man must have been a lawyer. He assumes the family would have gone through her will by now. As a nurse, she’d always known the importance of having a will, her desire for burial and a power of attorney, just in case.

“You’re never too young, Magnus,” she’d lectured him one day, “Accidents happen, and if the worst should happen, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life attached to a machine”

Dear Magnus, the baby is gorgeous.

I’ve called her Madeleine, a French name for a baby made in France. But I think I’ll call her Madzie for short. Now she’s here, I’m beginning to get what a huge thing it is I’m doing on my own.

So I want you to know if anything should ever happen to me. You are the only person I would want to have her. I know you’ll love Madzie as if she was your own and you’ll teach her everything she needs to know and maybe a few things she doesn’t.

If something should happen to me, Magnus, don’t let her forget me and don’t push your memory of me away like you’ve done with all the other things that make you hurt inside. 

And maybe when she’s older, when she asks about me, you can tell her about France, maybe tell the PG version.

I love you, Magnus, the brother I always wanted, my best friend and soulmate

Catarina.

Magnus’s tears dribble from his cheek onto the paper, making it wet. Him, she wanted and trusted him to care for her daughter? It’s a little too much for him. Magnus lets the tears flow and cries. His sobs echo through the walk in, he cries for his friend; he cries for Madzie, losing the only parent she’d ever known, and he cries for the future. The unknown and uncertain future that lay before both him and Madzie. 

“Magnus?”

It’s Raphael. Magnus quickly wipes his tears and tries to plaster on a smile for him in an attempt to keep up his ‘I’m okay’ facade. But Raphael sighs and crouches in front of of Magnus, placing a hand on his knee, giving it a squeeze seeing right through it.

“I want you to take a week off. That’s not a suggestion, it’s an order.” He says when Magnus protests.

“But the restaurant..”

“Will be fine for a week. Clary can handle it for a week and your staff aren’t clueless. You’ve trained them well.”

Reluctantly Magnus agrees. He finishes the lunch service but leaves quickly after. He goes to his apartment, pets Chairman his large fluffy cat and hugs the cat to his chest despite him probably not enjoying it nearly as much as Magnus. Then he takes a shower, scrubbing the smell of the kitchen off of his skin and decides tonight he’ll prepare food for Madzie when he visits her. Perhaps something sweet as well. Maybe dessert will be a good way to soften the blow of telling Madzie she’s moving.

This visit to the hospital is less chaotic than the last, but seeing Madzie laying down in the small bed looking so fragile still makes Magnus’s heart clench. Magnus watches her from the door, leaning against the frame for a moment. The bruising on her face somehow looks worse than yesterday, but he supposes it’ll look worse before it gets better. There’s a table on a wheel that looks like she pushes from her bed at one point with a plate on it. From where he stands, Magnus sees some kind of food on the plate, but he doesn’t recognize what it is. He’s not even sure the lumps of green and orange things are food. Madzie doesn’t appear to notice him, absorbed in a cartoon playing the small television near her bed. He steps into her room, deciding to make himself known.

“Hi Madzie.”

She turns her head and a soft but exhausted smile appears on the young girl’s face. “You came back”

Magnus’ heart shatters in his chest, she must have thought he’d abandoned her. He holds back the tears that want to fall and walks to her bedside. He gently kisses his swollen and bruised cheek, caressing the other unharmed cheek.

“I promised I would sweetpea, I’ll always come back for you” Magnus sits himself in the same chair he sat in last time and pulls it as close to Madzie’s bedside as he can. “I made us something to eat”

 “I’m not hungry.”

Magnus nods “Okay.” He pulls her portion of the steak sandwich and chocolate chip cookies he’s made earlier and sets it on the bed. “I’ll leave here for you later, then. I can’t imagine the orange and green coloured mess on the plate over there tastes very good.”

Madzie looks towards the door, then looks back at Magnus, beckoning him closer, so he leans forward. “It’s disgusting, Magnus,” she whispers to him, as if the hospital’s chef is around the corner. “I think they’re trying to poison me”

Magnus chuckles, his heart warm with a glimpse of the silly Madzie he remembered.

“So the doctors tell me you’re being discharged on Friday”

“Yeah,” she shrugs, turning back to the TV.

“Madzie,” Magnus reaches for the remote on the hospital bed and turns off the tv, ignoring the looks Madzie sends him “You and I have to talk about what’s gonna happen on Friday.”

“I’m going home aren’t I? Can I go back home?”

 “I’m afraid not, sweetpea?

 “Why?” Madzie asks, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Madzie, you’d be all alone and you’re too young to be alone,” Magnus wipes the tears from Madzie’s cheek and squeezes her hand closest to him. “Your mom asked me to take care of you if anything ever happened to her. So on Friday, you’ll come home with me.”

The rest of the week Magnus spends the days getting his apartment ready for Madzie’s arrival and the evenings visiting with her and coaxing her to eat something. He cleans the entire apartment from top to bottom, even going as far as scrubbing the walls and the baseboards, which is something he realizes he should do more often when the paper towel come off covered in dirt mixed with fur. Magnus tidies up the rarely used guestroom and freshens up all the bed linens, then closes the door to keep it neat, much to Chairman’s dismay.

“You’re only going to cover it in your fur,” he scolds the cat, who sits outside the door glaring at Magnus.

Magnus buys more towels, extra cutlery, dishes and bath and body products with cartoon characters advertised for children.

“Don’t laugh at me, Clary!” he’d hissed at her over the phone while out shopping. “I don’t know what children like or need. It’s been quite a while since I was one, and you have two..well, almost two kids.”

With Clary’s advice, he doesn’t buy Madzie a new wardrobe, but he does pick three outfits for her to wear, one for her to leave the hospital in, a second one for Catarina’s funeral and pyjamas for that night. Friday morning arrives much too quickly for Magnus. He readies himself to pick up Madzie, then spends far too much time wandering around his place, making sure everything is ready. But the only things missing are Madzie’s and it would deliver them Saturday morning, an arrangement Magnus had made earlier that week. 

Magnus makes his way to the hospital and for the first time that week his heart doesn’t feel like it’s beating out of his chest as he drives and his heart doesn’t clench walking down the white hallways. He easily finds Madzie’s room and is greeted with her sitting up on the bed in the outfit he bought her the night before, a simple pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt, with her feet dangling over the edge.

“Hey sweetpea,” he wraps his arms around her in a warm hug and kisses the top of her head. “Ready to get out of here. “

Madzie nods against Magnus’s shoulder and mumbles, what sounds like a ‘please’ into his jacket.

Madzie is more than ready to leave not only this room but the hospital entirely. She’d barely slept the past week, despite whatever the nurses had given her to help her sleep. Between the beeping machines, the uncomfortable hospital beds, nurses coming in at odd hours of the night and no matter how many blankets she was given, she was still cold. So saying she was looking forward to a real bed would be an understatement. 

The drive to Magnus’s place is quiet and uneventful. Madzie spends the start staring out the window, then she nods off in the backseat, lightly snoring. When they finally arrive, she’s still sleeping, with her chin resting on her chest and his heart aches, thinking about how exhausted this child must be. Not just physically from her injuries, but mentally. A car accident, losing her mother, a hospital stay and moving to a new city where she knows no one but Magnus. She’d also be starting in a new school soon. One of those things would be a lot for anyone, but to an eight-year-old, it’s like her world was turned upside down.

Despite how peaceful she’s sleeping, Magnus gets out of his car, opens her door and caresses her shoulder to wake her up.

“Come on sweetpea, you can have a little nap in your room. “

Magnus holds the girl’s hand the whole way up, opening the heavy wooden doors for her, and smiles when Madzie’s eyes go wide at the spiral staircase in the foyer. He points out the neighbours as they pass their doors, being sure to point out his nearest neighbours who have children around her age.

“... They have three daughters. One is a teenager, but they have a daughter your age and you’ll probably see her at school. Maybe you can be friends.” Magnus says, pausing at another door, “And this is mine.. well, ours now.”

He unlocks the door and lets Madzie step in first. She takes in the room as she places her shoes on the shoe rack. She stands in place with her arms crossed. Magnus can tell she feels awkward and out of place and he wishes he knew what to say to the girl, but nothing sounds right. Instead, he smiles warmly and decides a small tour would be nice.

“So,” He says, standing beside Madzie. “The kitchen is just to the right there. It has everything really–”

“Chocolate chip waffles?”

“No, but we’ll get you some,” Magnus promises. “Now, let me show you the apartment. This is your home, too. I want you to feel welcome and maybe one day at home.”

Magnus shows her the living room, showing her where the remotes are for the tv and for the electric fireplace. He shows her the bookshelf filled with her hundred cookbooks and other books, making sure Madzie knows she’s welcome to everything.

“There are board games in the ottoman,” he says gesturing to the furniture

Next, he takes her down the hallway and points out one of the two bathrooms. It’s the smaller of the two bathrooms, only having a sink, toilet and shower, unlike Magnus’s ensuite. Magnus makes sure to point out where he put the toiletries he bought her.

They pass a closed door going for the next open door showing her his bedroom.

“My bedroom.” He says, “And the ball of fur is chairman. Don’t be surprised if he comes to sleep with you or sits on your lap. He likes to cuddle.

Madzie giggles, “I like cats” She steps into his bedroom and gently scratches between the feline’s ears. He makes a surprised chirp but quickly leans into Madzie’s touch and purrs.

After a couple minutes of petting the cat, Magnus opens the closed door they passed.

“This will be your bedroom.”

Magnus’s former guest room, now Madzie’s room, is the smaller of the two bedrooms. The room is carpeted with a plush grey carpet that’s soft under the feet and the walls painted white. On the far side of the room is a large bay window that faces the park. There’s a large bed on top of a white metal bedframe and covered with a fluffy duvet and multiple pillows.

“You also have a closet and the dresser is empty so you can fill it with your clothes when your things arrive tomorrow”

“It’s pretty,” she turns and a round face Magnus, a small smile on her face. “Thank you, uncle Magnus. I’m tired. I think I’ll lie down for a bit”

Magnus nods and tucks her into the bed, pressing a small kiss to her forehead before gently closing her door behind himself. He leans against the door and closes his eyes, letting out a deep breath.

“I don’t know what I’m doing Cat” He whispers, looking up to ceiling as if she Catarina could hear him “I wish you could tell me what to do”

Saturday morning comes far too quickly and with it comes a busy day. Together Magnus and Madzie go to Catarina’s funeral, it’s a small service filled with close family and friends. Magnus holds Madzie’s hand the entire time, holding his own tears and ignoring the pain in his chest when he looks at the large picture of her on display to be strong for his niece. After the service, they attend her burial. Again he holds her hand, pulling her close when he feels her tremble. 

“I’m proud of you, you know,” Magnus says on the drive home. “Death isn’t easy for anyone, Madzie, but you’re handling it well. Much better than I did when my mom passed.”

They spend the rest of the day directing men with boxes into his apartment. His once grown up apartment where everything had its place and everything was in order was now filled with boxes, bikes, and various children’s toys. When the moving truck finally leaves, Magnus helps her unpack boxes and put things away. Soon the once nearly empty room, mostly white room, is filled with colours, toys, books, games and more stuffed animals than Magnus thought one girl could own.

Eventually, he leaves her to finish unpacking the last few boxes. He checks his text messages for the first time that day, replying to everyone wondering how he’s doing. Once he’s replied to Clary and reassured that yes, he’s fine and its early days, but Madzie seems to be adjusting slowly. The smells coming from the kitchen pull Madzie from her bedroom nearly an hour later.

“You’re just in time sweetpea, go sit down” he says gesturing to the dinner table “Bon appetite” he says their plates on the table.

For dinner, Magnus grilled whole branzino with a lemon gremolata and a lemon, parmesan kale salad. Magnus quickly starts eating, branzino being one of his favourite fish and, in his opinion, eating fish on the bone was the best way to eat it. But Magnus notices after a couple bites of his own that Madzie isn’t eating and instead staring at her plate.

“Everything all right?” He asks.

Madzie nods and picks at the salad, but when all her greens are gone, she puts down her fork.

“What’s the matter?” He asks again, “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Can I go back to my room?” she asks instead of answering Magnus’s question

“Sure.”

He watches as his niece disappears down the hallway. Magnus sighs and eats dinner alone. He wants to be upset with her, but she’s going through a lot, so he lets it go. Magnus knows it’s going to be a change for both of them getting used to living together, but Magnus wishes she would just tell him what he could do. He gives Madzie space that night, deciding not to take it personally knowing the past few days hadn’t been easy.

“At least she ate her vegetables,” He mumbles to himself before taking a mouthful of fish.

Magnus’s phone buzzes in his pocket. He groans to himself, seeing Raphael’s name.

Will you be in Monday?

Magnus sigh, spinning the phone in his hand. He should go in Monday, he really should. Magnus had never spent this much time out of Encanto’s kitchen before, and he can only imagine what a mess was waiting for him. He should go in to discuss menus for the week, specials, supplier’s lists, but then he thinks of Madzie. Madzie, who would start at a new school on Tuesday, Madzie, who was in pain and need someone while she mourned.

No, I’m taking another week. Madzie needs me.

Magnus doesn’t get a reply from Raphael until early the next morning.

Of course. Could you come on Monday night for an hour? I want to discuss menus.

Magnus rolls his eyes. Why they couldn’t discuss menus over the phone is beyond him, but regardless, he agrees.

—-

“So you’re sure you’ll be okay here on your own for a little while?”

“Yes.” Madzie reassured Magnus. “My answer won’t change if you ask me for the hundredth time”

Magnus looks at his niece with a faux glare as he shrugs on his jacket. “I only want to be sure you are much more important than a restaurant menu. Now if you need for anything, you have my phone and the number for restaurant is in there okay?”

Madzie nods, a small smile on her face.

“Encanto isn’t far, so I can be back quickly if you need me, okay?”

“Okay.”

Magnus hugs her goodbye with a kiss to her forehead, telling her there’s food in the fridge if she’s hungry and reminding her he won’t be long. He’s so anxious about leaving Madzie alone. His heart beats in his chest as he takes the stairs down and he nearly turns around three times on the way to Encanto. But Madzie assured him she’d be okay and won’t be long…hopefully.

By the time Magnus makes it to the restaurant dinner service has started. He walks through the doors and is hit with the familiar smells of the food and sighs happily. As Magnus walks towards the kitchen, unbuttoning his coat as he goes, he realizes as nice as it was to sleep in and have some time off despite the circumstances. He really did miss this place. Everything appears the same as he left it until he passes the archway that leads to the kitchen. He hears music, and not radio top10 music. It’s opera…is that Italian? A server leaves the kitchen. She’s smiling and giggles as the door closes behind her.

Noticing Magnus, she immediately stops and clears her throat. “Hi Magnus” She carries on out to the dining room with the plates in her hands.

This isn’t how he left his kitchen. He places his hand on the door, making a fist with the other and takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what he’s about to witness. Magnus pushes through the door, his eyes wide at the spectacle in front of him, tossing his jacket to the side. Other chefs thankfully have their heads and do their jobs, but Clary stands beside a chef he doesn’t recognize. His back turned to Magnus, giggling while this man speaks in a terrible Italian accent, pretending to conduct with a pastry brush in his right hand.

“He says, “Look! Look at the stars! Gaze at the stars which tremble with love.”

Clary takes notice of Magnus’s entrance and stops the giggling, any trace of a smile leaving her face. “Hi chef”

The chef beside Clary turns around and Magnus gets a glimpse of the intruder in his kitchen for the first time. He’s tall, with broad shoulders that test the fabric of his chef whites. His hair is a dark brown like a chocolate ganache, his hands are large, making the pastry brush in his hand look like a number 2 pencil. His eyes sparkle with excitement when he turns, noticing Magnus for the first time, and a big smile covers his face.

“Oh, my God, it’s you!” The chef exclaims with a deep but smooth voice. He walks over closer to the station’s closest Magnus but still stays behind the metal tables. Magnus now notices the raw quail breast in his left hand. I am begging you, will you please tell me the secret of your saffron sauce?”

“Excuse me?” 

The chef seems to ignore him and spins around and continues to pretend to direct his kitchen.

“Listen to this, guys. Listen to this right here. Listen. He’s saying, “Fade the stars, fade all the stars.” He gestures to a few chefs who look enamoured with the man. “So you guys are my string section…”

Magnus stands there in disbelief as the dark-haired chef conducts his kitchen in song. Clary stands with at least the decency to look remorseful, but everyone else goes along with it. Magnus feels his body fill with anger and an immediate dislike for whoever this chef is, he him gone and he wants him gone now.

“He says, “In the morning I am going to wake. This is our love. Now, everybody. “Win our love!”

Then the entire kitchen is singing in Italian, except for Clary, who looks like she’s in pain knowing exactly how Magnus is feeling. He doesn’t doubt his displeasure at the spectacle, for the man is written all over his face, but Magnus doesn’t care enough to hide it.

The music ends with a crescendo and the chef holding the pastry brush and the quail above his hand spinning slowly, holding the final note of the song. The kitchen erupts in applause and the chef takes a bow.

“Alright, alright, back to work everyone,” Clary says, trying to put some kind of order back into Magnus’s kitchen.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Magnus snarls at the chef

“Alexander Lightwood,” He said with a small bow “And may I just say the world would be a dark and depressing place without your quail in truffle sauce.”

The smirk on Alec’s face fills Magnus with rage. He wants to smack it off the man’s pretty face then smash his face into steel counter tops. Instead, he turns to Raphael, who came up behind him during Alec’s little performance.

“We need to talk.”

Raphael leads Magnus to his office and closes the door behind them.

“You could’ve at least asked me!” He exclaims the second the door shuts

“I’m sorry, Magnus. I couldn’t wait.” The man shrugs, sitting at his desk. Alec was available, and I had to act quickly.”

Magnus leans against the wall, displeasure clear on his face. “The last thing I need right now is some lunatic in my kitchen.”

“He’s not a lunatic. He’s exuberant. We could use that around here.” Raphael says pointedly.

“Exuberant?” Magnus says shocked by while trying not be offended by his boss’s accusation, “Are you kidding me? Is that what you’re calling his little performance in there? The man thinks he’s Pavarotti!”

Raphael goes to speak again, but Magnus stops him. “The only demand I had when I took this position was I get to choose who I work with. Clary would have been just fine—”

“Clary is so pregnant she can barely stand up anymore!” Raphael says “What would you have me do, have her give birth behind the stove?”

“No, that would be a health violation” Magnus pouts

Raphael sighs, “Give him a chance, Magnus. Alec is an excellent chef”

“I know nothing about him,” He sniffs. “ I have no idea what–”

“Give me some credit. I know how to run my restaurant. He was the sous-chef at ll Treviso.

“Italian?” Magnus is shocked for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. “You bring a sous-chef from an Italian restaurant, and I’m the one in therapy?”

“We were lucky to get him. Peninsula offered him executive chef.”

Magnus is taken aback. Peninsula was an incredible restaurant. Magnus had nearly worked there himself before he got his position. 

‘Why didn’t he take it?”

Raphael stands up, signalling an end to their meeting. He places a hand on Magnus’s shoulder and looks at him. “Because he said he wanted to work with you.” Raphael opens the door and leaves Magnus standing alone in the office, still feeling a little angry but with a side dish of guilt.

Magnus arrives at this apartment much later than he meant to. He curses Alec and his performance in his head as he makes his way up the spiral staircase. Suddenly he’s glad he took another week off. It’ll give him time to get used to the idea of him.

“Madzie,” He calls, stepping into the living room. He looks around and it’s empty. Even Chairman is strangely missing from his favourite pillow. Magnus looks in the kitchen and it’s empty. When he looks in her bedroom and notices, the bed is empty, he panics.

“Madzie!” He calls out louder

Then he hears the faint sound of voices further down the hall. He peers into his room and there, laying on his bed asleep, is Madzie with Chairman curled around the top of her head. Magnus sighs in relief and turns off the tv in his room. He picks up the plate with crumbs on it and sets it aside. Magnus sits on the other‌ side of the bed. He could wake her, but he decides against it, noticing how peaceful she looks. He chuckles to himself, noticing a photo album on his bed. Apparently Madzie had done a bit of snooping tonight. But his heart shatters all over again when he sees which album by her side. Open are two pages filled with pictures of him and Catarina. Magnus picks up the album and smiles sadly at the pictures, pictures of them when they were children, when they graduated from high school, university, culinary school and even a picture of them with baby Madzie cradled in Catarina’s arms.

“I miss her too,” He whispers, running a finger over his friend’s picture. Magnus closes the photo album and places it on the bookshelf in Madzie’s bedroom beside the framed picture Cat, her mother, and his best friend.

Magnus doesn’t remember crawling back into his bed, and yet he’s woken up by Madzie’s high voice and her shaking his shoulder.

“Magnus, wake up! Magnus!”

Magnus looks at his niece with squinted eyes. “What is it, Madzie?

“School starts at 9, and it’s 8:20.”

Magnus curses and throws his covers off and out of bed. “Okay, get dressed, come on.” He looks at Madzie, who hasn’t moved. “Oh, you’re dressed, give me ten minutes”

Ten minutes later, he’s brushes his teeth, washed his face, run a brush through his hair and thrown some clothes on. Madzie stands by the door with her boots now on and her backpack on.

“Do you need supplies or anything?” Magnus asks, throwing his coat on. “Like pens or paper? I just realized we never bought anything.”

“They usually have those things.”

Magnus curses again and jogs to the kitchen, yanking the fridge open and pulling out a bag with Madzie’s name on it. “I made your lunch yesterday.” Magnus says, holding up the bag, “I hope you like duck.”

Magnus toes his shoes on, grabs his keys from a dish near the door and they’re out the door. Thankfully, the elementary school is only a short drive. Once there, they walk around groups of kids with friends and saying goodbye to their parents until they find the entrance. Inside, the school is overwhelming, big hallways, loud voices of children echo against the walls.

“We need to go to the office. Now where would an office be, Madzie,” He says.

Madzie points to the left and Magnus notices the small sign saying ‘Main Office’ with an arrow pointing left.

“Just making sure you’re paying attention,” He says with a wink

In the office, they’re greeted by the secretary at the front desk, who gives them a warm smile.

“This is my niece Madzie. She’s starting here today.”

She tells them to take a seat, only a moment later a tall woman in a well-fitted suit and a blunt brunette bob greets them.

“Mr. Bane?” She shakes his outstretched hand. “I’m Ellen Parker, the principal”

“Magnus,” He pleads. Mr. Bane always made him feel old and reminded him of his father. “And this is Madzie”

“Hello” Madzie says in a small, shy voice and shakes the principal’s hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you both. I’ll take Madzie to the classroom and we’ll meet your teacher.”

Madzie gives Magnus a hug, and he squeezes her back, then he watches suddenly feeling a little sad as Madzie Ms. Parker walks down the hallway together. For once, Magnus is glad he’s seeing Simon today. He needs to talk to someone about Madzie, about the entire situation, and how clueless he feels about it all.

“There has to be someone better suited for this,” Magnus exclaims with a shake of his head as he paces Simon’s office. “I don’t know what to do with a kid, especially one who’s lost her mother.” He stops behind the couch and grips the back of it with his hands. “I don’t know how their minds word. Catarina was the smartest woman I knew, but this was a stupid decision for her.”

He wipes a few tears from his cheek. “I’m so out of my depth Simon, everything I do feels wrong.” Magnus’s voice breaks as more tears fall. “I can’t get Madzie to eat anything I make. What am I supposed to do, force her?”

“She probably misses her mother’s cooking. There are tissues on the table Magnus,” he says, gesturing to the box.

Magnus walks around the couch and sits on the edge of the couch, taking a tissue to wipe his tears. “Catarina never cooked.” He lays back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “She reheated”

“Well, that’s the point. Maybe Madzie needs something more familiar, less sophisticated. For example, did you eat when you were a kid? I’m assuming it wasn’t–” Simon looks down at his notes “Seared scallops, apple and quinoa salad with a butternut squash puree”

“It’s not the same.”

“What do you mean?”

“My mother was an amazing cook.” Magnus remembers fondly, “She taught me everything I know”

“And after your mother passed away, did your father take over the cooking?”

“No.” He grumbles, “He didn’t take over anything. I was lucky if I even saw him at dinner.”

“So, who took care of the two of you?”

“Can we not get into this right now?” Magnus pleads. He hated speaking about his father. It was a sensitive subject. He supposes this would be the place, with Simon, to work through all those feels of hurt and anger he has built up inside. But not today, maybe another appointment.

“One day we’re going to talk about your father Magnus, but okay” 

Magnus hears the man scribbling on his notepad. Magnus images it’s just ‘daddy issues’ in all uppercase letters.

“What about fish sticks?” The therapist says suddenly, “Kids love them.”

“Fish sticks?” Magnus questions sitting up on the couch.

“Yeah, you know, they’re frozen and breaded–”

“I know what fish sticks are.” He assures Simon, “I just can’t believe I’m paying for these suggestions.”

Despite the shocking suggestion from his therapist, after he picks Madzie up from school, he finds himself in the frozen section of the grocery store with his niece picking out a box of fish sticks. He buys a bag of potatoes to make fries at home, picks up some chocolate chips for the waffles he’d promised Madzie, but draws the line at store bought tartar sauce when she tries to put it in the cart.

“I promise the one I make at home is much better”

She looks at Magnus doubtfully but agrees to put the bottle back.

A few hours later they’re sat at the table, Chairman curled up on the chair beside Madzie purring. Magnus feels relieved when he notices Madzie eating and immediately thinks of what else he could make with the surprisingly delicious fish sticks that she’d eat. Fish tacos? Maybe a sandwich like a po’ boy or simply wish some mashed potato and other roasted vegetables. Madzie is nearly finished with her plate, and it makes Magnus too happy to see. Maybe Simon was right? Less sophisticated, simpler food. He could do that.

“So Madzie, other than fish sticks, what other foods do you enjoy?”

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[the-great-lightwood-bane]

fic masterpost

figured I should probably make one of these | she_who_reads on AO3 | no permanent MCD or unhappy endings | no smut | all posted to AO3, some also on Tumblr | putting it under the cut because this got LONG

Consul Alec Lightwood (soon to be Lightwood-Bane) Malec | G, no warnings | One-shot | Missing scene from QoAaD in which Alec tells Magnus that he was elected Consul | AO3

bargaining (for you) Malec | G, tw amnesia | ch 8/8 | Alec makes a different deal with Asmodeus. Angst follows. | AO3 | Series (extras) | Tumblr

Whumptober 2021 (Series on AO3)

together Malec | G, tw canon-typical violence | ch 5/5 | Alec has been kidnapped. We're not sure by whom, though… | AO3

hunger Malec | G, no warnings | one-shot | Magnus is magically exhausted for the first time since the Owl incident. It brings back bad memories. | AO3

an eye for an eye (a son for a son) Malec | G, tw minor self-harm & vampirism | ch 4/4 | An alternate universe in which Imogen Herondale demanded justice for the death of her son when the Circle fell, and the Lightwoods didn't get off so scot-free | AO3

hope (and the lack of it) Malec | G, tw magical illness | one-shot | missing scenes from QoAaD when Magnus is sick with the blight | AO3

flightless angel Malec | G, tw violence, blood | two-shot | Canon divergence from CoHF in which Shadowhunters have wings, Raphael lives, and a different deal is made to escape Edom | AO3

by proxy Malec | G, tw canon-typical violence, torture | two-shot | Magnus’s voice was hoarse from screaming, and his wrists chafed from the magic-suppressing cuffs on his wrists, but he was otherwise unharmed. He wished he wasn’t: if he had been the one getting beat up, his husband wouldn’t be. | AO3

don't you die on me Malec | G, tw canon-typical violence, presumed character death | two-shot | And then, to Alec’s horror, the Alliance rune on his wrist flickered, and he looked to Magnus just in time to see him fall. | AO3

bleeding through the bandages Malec | G, tw canon-typical violence, blood & injury | one-shot | Magnus is stabbed with a seraph blade fighting Circle members. | AO3

immortality (and what a certain Shadowhunter will do to get it) Malec | G, tw blood | one-shot | Alec figures out how to become immortal. This is how it happens. | AO3

escape (getting home) Malec | T, tw implied/referenced torture | two-shot | Alec is kidnapped by Circle members. He escapes. | AO3

adrift Malec | G, tw dehydration | ch 3/3 | In a few days, Alec would be dead. His head ached dully, his mouth felt dry. He tried to stand up, and his head spun for a few moments before he steadied. He wished he could see Magnus one last time. | AO3

self-sacrifice Malec | G, tw self-sacrifice, suicide for saving others purposes (no MCD) | one-shot | that scene from Sherlock BBC (s4e3) where Sherlock has to choose between killing John and killing Mycroft, except with Shadowhunters | AO3

learning to love Malec | G, tw implied/referenced & internalised homophobia & aphobia | one-shot | Alec was sixteen when he realized that he was asexual. A story of self-discovery, of coming out (the first time, and then again, and again), and of acceptance. | AO3 | Tumblr

libertate bellantis Malec | T, tw canon-typical violence, implied/referenced torture | ch 17/17 | They met in a coffee shop. Alec, a member of the Resistance, Commander and Acting Head of New York. Magnus, known to the Shadowhunters only as Bane, one of the most powerful warlocks in the world. Both think the other is mundane. (Both are wrong.) Both will find out the truth. Plus, Valentine has been leading a worldwide Clave-sanctioned genocide of the Downworld for the last twenty-five years, and now Alec and Magnus have to work together to stop him... | AO3 | Series (sequel and extras)

Unforeseen (series) Malec | T, tw canon-typical violence | 3 works | Alec has magic, Malec are very soft, and there are shenanigans. | Series on AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Deruned Malec | G, tw derunement | one-shot | An alternate universe in which Alec didn't marry Lydia, but he didn't kiss Magnus at the wedding, either. There are more consequences than you might think. | Inspired by Universes of You by giidas | AO3

Febuwhump 2022 (Series on AO3 | Tumblr Masterpost)

Choices and Self-Sacrificial Tendencies Malec | G, tw demonic possession | two-shot | Magnus is possessed. Alec doesn't want to hurt him. | AO3 | Tum/blr

dreaming of you Malec | G, tw minor mention of blood | two-shot | Magnus knows he’ll never have a soulmate — he’s the son of a Prince of Hell, after all. Alec has been dreaming of his soulmate for as long as he can remember. | AO3 | Tumblr

Chronic Pain Malec | G, tw chronic pain | one-shot | Alec has chronic pain. Magnus finds out, and does what he can to help. | AO3 | Tumblr

bone deep Malec | G, tw unconsciousness, hypothermia, delirium | two-shot | Magnus’s skin was cold to the touch. | AO3 | Tum/blr

home Malec | G, tw illness, mention of death | one-shot | An unknown disease sweeps across the Shadow World. | AO3 | Tumblr

hidden scars Malec | G, tw scars, discussion of past injury | one-shot | After a fight, Magnus can’t keep up the glamour that usually covers his old scars. Feels and hurt/comfort follow. | AO3 | Tumblr

magic (is more than the caster) Malec | G, tw human experimentation | two-shot | Malec get captured, Valentine is an evil maniac, Magnus is a BAMF, and his magic loves Alec almost as much as he does. | AO3 | Tum/blr

Belief Malec | G, tw canon-typical violence, body-swap | one-shot | Alec knew two things: he couldn’t risk letting Valentine free, and he couldn’t risk letting Magnus die. (2x12 canon divergence.) | AO3 | Tumblr

growing pains Malec | G, tw descriptions of pain, mention of suicide | one-shot | Alec is poisoned at a Clave function. Magnus makes the antidote in time, but everything is not over yet. | AO3 | Tumblr

with great power Malec | G, tw earthquake | one-shot | There’s a lot of responsibility associated with great power. Magnus has the opportunity to stop a tsunami. | AO3 | Tumblr

burning bright Malec | G, tw canon-typical violence, blood | one-shot | Trapped under a magic-suppressing ward without access to weapons, Magnus uses an ability Alec didn’t know he had. | AO3 | Tumblr

Gospels Malec | T, tw swearing, mention of kidnapping and torture | one-shot | Magnus Bane has been taken. Alec Lightwood is not merciful in his quest to take him back. (Conversations during the in-betweens and the after from Revelations by ClinicalChaos.) | AO3

let your voice be heard Malec | G, no warnings | one-shot | Shadowhunters don’t sing. aka five times Alec remembered that he wasn’t supposed to sing, and five times he knew he could (because this 5+1 idea is totally unbalanced and the characters deserve better). | AO3 | Tumblr

Shadowhunters Pride Bingo 2022 (Series on AO3 | Tumblr Masterpost)

of love & names Magnus-centric, Malec | G, tw transphobia | one-shot | The best thing that Asmodeus ever did for him, Magnus sometimes thought, was letting him choose his own name. Or: Magnus is trans, has friends, and (finally) feels accepted. | AO3 | Tumblr

U — Understanding [Shadowhunters Ace ABC] Alec-centric, Malec | G, tw internalised & institutionalised homophobia | one-shot | Isabelle realised that her brother was not straight when she was fifteen and he was sixteen. Or: Izzy loves her brother, but some wounds go deeper than she can fix. (Ft. gratuitous light/dark metaphors, sibling antics, and angst with a happy ending.) | AO3 | Tumblr

of colourful nails & the defeat of homophobes Malec | G, tw homophobia | one-shot | Magnus’ nails glowed with every colour of the rainbow. Or, Alec paints his nails and is politically savvy. | AO3 | Tumblr

N — Natural [Shadowhunters Ace ABC] Malec | G, tw internalized & external homophobia & aphobia | one-shot | Alec is ace and gay, Maryse is evil, Alec meets a certain Magnus Bane, and the road to self-acceptance is long and hard — but it's a bit easier when you have friends and family to support you. (Ft. pining idiots and Alec writing books.) | AO3 | Tumblr

sweeter than sugar Malec | G, tw minor mention of homophobia | one-shot | Pretty boy. Darling. Alexander. Sayang. Husband. Five times Magnus called Alec something that wasn't his name, and one time Alec returned the favour. | AO3 | Tumblr

G — Gaze [Shadowhunters Ace ABC] Magnus-centric, Malec | G, tw aphobia | one-shot | Magnus sometimes found the gazes of strangers unnerving. Or, Magnus is demisexual and sex-positive, people are not always understanding, Camille is a bitch, and Alec loves Magnus. | AO3 | Tumblr

pull me closer Jimon | G, tw mention of Jace's abusive childhood, panic attacks | one-shot | For most of Jace’s life, his assumption that he was straight went unchallenged. Jace is definitely not straight and in love with Clary. That doesn't change just because Simon's cute and funny and brave and— well, Jace is straight, so obviously he doesn't like Simon that way. (Right?) | AO3 | Tumblr

(beyond) this place of wrath and tears Malec | T, tw for mention (not graphic) of the following: biphobia, racism (anti-Downworlder and anti-POC), whatever it's called when people want men not to wear makeup, suicidal thoughts, and depression | one-shot | People tend to hate what they do not understand, and while Magnus can ignore most cruel words, he sometimes fears there might be a fragment of truth in them. Fortunately, he has Alec. | AO3 | Tumblr

Never Alone Malec | G, tw violence, reference to rape/non-con, and vampirism, all at canon levels | ch 21/21 | In a world where Shadowhunters’ dæmons never lose the ability to change shape, Clary spends her eighteenth birthday learning why Hunter can still shift. Or, a shameless fix-it featuring BAMF Magnus and Alec, logical problem-solving rather than the disaster that was Jace, Izzy, and Clary — and, of course, Malec falling in love (in a slightly less difficult situation). | AO3 | Tumblr

the implications of language Malec | G, tw minor reference to Magnus' mother's suicide | one-shot | Indonesian is Magnus' mother tongue — the language he slips into when he doesn't have the presence of mind for anything else. Alec wants to learn. | AO3 | Tumblr

bloody but unbowed Malec | G, tw implied/referenced torture, discrimination against Downworlders | one-shot | Twenty years ago, the Circle won. Six years ago, Alec Lightwood began freeing every Downworlder to enter the Institute’s cells. A week ago, he was caught. Nobody’s going to free him. | AO3 | Tumblr

Whumptober 2022 (Masterpost | Series on AO3)

Unscheduled Meetings Malec | G, tw canonical MCD for Thule Malec but not for other versions of Malec | one-shot | A (relatively) everyday trip to confront a warlock results in something decidedly not everyday. Who would’ve thought Alec’s magic held the key to unlocking the multiverse? | AO3 | Series on AO3 | Tumblr

Could Cry Power Malec | G, tw kidnapping | one-shot | People are disappearing from New York, and Alec has no idea why. What he finds out is worse than he’d expected. | AO3 | Tumblr

mothers & sons Malec | G, tw suicide attempt | one-shot | Maryse is evil and there are some particularly nasty spells hidden in the Institute’s archives. What follows will leave scars. | AO3 | Tumblr

of demons & protection spells Malec | G, tw canon-typical violence, self-harm | one-shot | Maryse Lightwood doesn't show up at Magnus' door, but instead helps Alec kill Jonathan. Magnus leaves New York, heartbroken, but refuses to join his father in Edom. Asmodeus isn't happy about that. | AO3 | Tumblr

(and if i couldn't walk) i'd crawl to you Malec | G, tw blood loss, canon-typical violence | one-shot | A routine patrol goes wrong, and Alec is left bleeding out in an alley. | AO3 | Tumblr

#fic #my fic #tsc #tmi #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #magnus x alec #alec lightwood bane #magnus lightwood bane #alec x magnus #jace lightwood #jace herondale #jace wayland #jimon #simon lewis #simon lovelace #jace x simon #tw biphobia #tw homophobia #aphobia #homophobia #minor homophobia mention #biphobia #canon typical violence #blood and injury #blood #presumed dead #racism #fantastic racism

[khaleesiofalicante]

*knock knock*- I’m here to get hurt again.

OMG OMG THE CURSED SNIPPET SCENE IS HERE OMG- this shit was haunting okayyy

“I’m so sorry. I overslept and I forgot to make breakfast and-”- someone help this boy pls-

I would lose my shit if someone sends me a bag of hair- shits creepy bruh

CAPTAIN HOLT?????? Skshskshwjwjs

“You come back to me when you grow up and learn to be a decent human being who treats people with respect.”- we can do nothing but stan

“You really went from deleting messages in my inbox to telling me about your creepy voicemails.”- SCREAMING

“Neither would do I,” Max points out. “But bapak is not like us. He is all about that self-care.”- I love Magnus Bane so much it’s fucking insane I’m losing it-

Max throws the blanket over him and kisses his head. “I love you. You absolute fucking disaster.”- homeboy redeemed himself

“You ended up getting divorced and hurting your children.” let this man catch a goddamn break.

Okay this is by far my favourite chapter. It was so raw, ugly and painful- this is the shit I signed up for wkwbwkwwskjd

also, do you find it difficult to write on the days you read smth? I wasn’t supposed to read tlnd today bevause I had to write the lrhwy ch but now my brains all jumbled up so if I miss the update I’m holding you personally responsible okay byeeeeeeeee take care. MILO SAYS HI BTW 🐶

song rec for these angsty bitches-

Saving grace by Kodaline

Til summer comes around by Keith urban

okay bye take care- hope you have a great weekend (whatever’s left of it lol ) byeeeeeee 🌻🌸

me trying to figure out what happened between Alec and Rafe two years ago

Not me answering these ask at a work dinner 😎

I love raw chapters too 😬

And yes! It’s always hard for me to write when I read fics (malec ones). Because the characterizations get confusing in my head.

And fine I’ll accept responsibility 😤😤😤

Ily and I can’t wait for you read about Alec and rafe 👀

#tlnd

[high-warlock-of-brooklyn]

-Edgar Allan Poe

#hmdiscord #malecdaily #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters #jay.gif #otp: more like medium rare #ch: alec lightwood #ch: magnus bane #alec lightwood bane #magnus lightwood bane

[lemoncupcake]

romance tropes (and ships) that have me by the throat [3/3]: mayfly-december romance

[image description: 3 stacked black and white gifs of 3 different couples from 3 different shows, each with text overlay that shows the names of the characters in purple and the name of the show in white. the first gif shows elena and damon kissing in the motel hallway in the vampire diaries 3x19. the second gif shows alec and magnus kissing outside the institute in shadowhunters 2x10. the third gif shows alina and the darkling kissing in the war room during the fete in shadow and bone 1x05. /end id]

#tv: shadow and bone #ch: alina starkov #ch: malyen oretsev #d: alina + mal #tv: the vampire diaries #ch: elena gilbert #ch: damon salvatore #d: damon + elena #tv: shadowhunters #ch: alexander lightwood #ch: magnus bane #d: alec + magnus #romancetropes #luzpost #shadowhuntersedit #shadowandboneedit #tvdedit #tvedit #edits #captioned #userstream #chewieblog #bbelcher #cinematv #tvandfilm #dailyflicks #cinemapix #filmtv #usertelevision

[christopherlightwood]

M A G N U S  B A N E

“Sincerity and gravity, in Magnus's opinion, were highly overrated, as was being forced to relive unpleasant memories. He would much rather be amused and amusing.”

* requested by miss @foxholes 

* insp. 

#tmiedit #tidedit #tlhedit #tscedit #magnus bane #ch: magnus bane #s: the mortal instruments #s: the infernal devices #t: graphic #creations #tuserisha #usersuki #useranniek #useraisha

[clockworkbee]

Alec did not only remind Magnus of Will, but he also gave him the reality that Magnus hardly thought possible, that Will had given him a glimpse of and hope for.

He traced the halo of light around Will with a finger and smiled. Will had been no angel, though neither had he been as flawed as some might have thought him. When Magnus thought of Will, even now, he thought of him dripping rainwater on Camille’s rug, begging Magnus for help no one else could give him. It was Will who had introduced him to the idea that Shadowhunters and Downworlders might be friends.

—Magnus’s Vow

“And when one day people look back on me and what my life meant, I don’t want them to say, ‘Alec Lightwood fought in the Dark War’ or even ‘Alec Lightwood was Consul once.’ I want them to think, ‘Alec Lightwood loved one man so much he changed the world for him.’ ”

Magnus’s eyes shone bright as stars. He gazed at Alec with eyes full of joy, of a feeling so profound Alec felt humbled to be a part of it. “You know you’ve already changed the world for me.”

—Queen of Air and Darkness

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #city of bones #magnus’s vow #queen of air and darkness #qoaad #qoaad ch 34 #the mortal instruments #tmi #tda #the dark artifices

[herestoimagination]

I’ve lost everything. I’ve lost my home, my job, my powers. I can’t lose you too, Alec. 

#shadowhuntersedit #malec #malecedit #shadowhunters spoilers #sh spoilers #tv: shadowhunters #otp: you've unlocked something in me #ch: magnus bane #ch: alec lightwood #ep: 3x18 #gifset

[inabcck]

@ssolessurvivor gets a plotted starter.

Dossier finally in hand for this years Hunger Games victims Magnus looked over the file for his assigned tribute checking to see what he had to work with. He was pretty, but he had noticed most of the ones from the first two districts were it was rare they weren't lookers. "Logan Finnegan... We're going to make you a star." The stylist murmured as he walked out to the transport to take him to where they would be meeting up with the tributes file safely tucked away. While that did give him an overview of what he would be working with everything he needed to know he would get from the source. It was important for him to build a relationship with this doomed soul after all, to make the people care enough about him to throw money towards his survival, and Magnus was good at telling a story with clothes.

When he arrived his team was already working on scrubbing Logan down, not that the district 2 tributes ever needed much work done to them, they were the capital's pets after all. "Just hold still, button. They'll be done soon." He assured the other man making eye contact with those fascinating mismatched eyes of his and smirking at him. The picture didn't do him much justice he was much more delicious looking in person and with such a nice canvas to work with well... Magnus wouldn't need to work much magic to make him presentable. "I was thinking a military like theme for you and your partner in this. I think you would look good in a uniform, what do you think?" He asked Logan as if he had any choice in what his wardrobe would be.

#ssolessurvivor #ch; magnus bane #v; Hunger Games AU #This will be fun

[herestohistory]

ON THIS DAY: First use of the Rainbow Flag, June 25th 1978

Use of the rainbow flag by the (American) gay community began in 1978 when it first appeared in the San Francisco Gay and Lesbian Freedom Day Parade. Borrowing symbolism from the hippie movement and black civil rights groups, San Francisco artist Gilbert Baker designed the rainbow flag in response to a need for a symbol that could be used year after year. Baker and thirty volunteers hand-stitched and hand-dyed two huge prototype flags for the parade. The flags had eight stripes, each color representing a component of the community.

#american history #historyedit #prideedit #pride month #pride flag #lgbtq history #ch: clarke griffin #ch: nomi marks #ch: mickey #ch: ian gallagher #person: bob the drag queen #ch: alex danvers #ch: callie torres #malec #ch: alec lightwood #ch: magnus bane

[officiallynuts]

Oooh, can you write an AU Malec? Like one where Alec is the Warlock, and Mags is the Shadowhunter! Power switch!

A/N: Oooh I’ve always love a good switch! Hope this is good for you anon!

(Note: I do not own the characters, all credit goes to Cassandra Clare)  

Words: 1,380.

"High Warlock of Brooklyn, your services are requested to the New York Institute, in aid of an Injured Shadowhunter. Come quickly, thank you.Head of the New York Institute."

"Why is it they only need us when some of theirs need healing?" A warlock with the most unnaturally blue eyes spoke with a huff as he dropped the fire message onto the table.

"Oh, just go already big brother, I'll keep an eye on things here." Another warlock in the room laughed at the man's complaining, watching as he stood with another huff.

"Fine, but please, don't touch my potions. I don't want to come back to a hole in the wall." He had to joke, waving his hand to summon a portal, letting himself smile when the girl glared at him.

"That was one time!" She complained, standing with her hands to her hips.

"Three. It was three times, Isabelle." He corrected, laughing as he stepped through the portal before she could say anything else. Or throw something at him. What kind of big brother would he be if he didn't remind his sister of her lack of potion-making? She just wasn't a good cook, the poor thing.

"Warlock Lightwood, I assure you now is not the time for laughter." A voice grumbled behind him once he stepped through the portal, the magic disappearing behind him. And almost immediately, his smile slipped from his face. Right, Shadowhunters. All too serious, righteous, thought themselves to be better than others, warriors.

"Mr. Fell."  The warlock turned to him, narrowing his eyes just a bit. "You interrupted a very important, annually, meeting with my sister, High Warlock of Paris. And not to mention a complicated potion that I had to leave in her care. So forgive me if your Shadowhunter isn't my top priority right now." A paused silence came after that, and two stubborn stares.

"Oh Dios mios, just come already!" Another Shadowhunter rushed over with a huff, sending a glare to the Head of the Institute. "He doesn't have long, Ragnor. The venom is consuming him faster." The Warlock straightened his back at that.

"Take me to him." He commanded, quickly following as the boy turned to lead the way to the infirmary. "Does he have a Parabatai?" High Warlock asked.

"Yeah." The boy answered simply as he practically yanked the doors open. There on the center bed was another Shadowhunter, fretting over the injured one to make him more comfortable. The Warlock couldn't see what the male looked like, but he could see the shine of oozing blood and black goo of ichor. "Me."

The warlock turned to the boy at that to take him in. He stood tall, hands together behind his back. Shoulders pulled back, head held high, a classic warrior stance. But he didn't look any older than fifteen, he was young. And looking closer, he was shaking. There was a pain in his eyes, a tremble to his shoulders, and clenched lips. Like he was trying to hide the pain he no doubt felt coming from his Parabatai.

"Then you may stay. I'm going to need your strength." He nodded before turning to the other, the girl, who had straightened up to stare him down.

"What do you need from me?" She demanded, watching as the warlock snapped his fingers and a paper appeared in his hand.

"This is a list of ingredients. I'm going to need everything as fast as you can." He handed the paper to her, who immediately geared up to run out, but was stopped by a hand.

"Cat." The Parabatai whispered. "Please hurry." Cat gave him a sad smile, then a nod, before finally running out. Turning back to the Warlock, he saw him looking over his brother in worry. "Is he going to be okay?"

"What is his name?" The warlock asked back, reaching to brush some of the damp hair away.

"Magnus." The other whispered, "Magnus Bane."

"Magnus Bane.." He whispered to the boy, who only groaned in response. "I'm Alec, and I'm going to take care of you. Okay? Just hold tight. Raphael, hold my arm and don't let go, okay?" He commanded, turning to the tensed Shadowhunter.

Raphael wanted to know how he knew his name, but he didn't ask then. His idiot friend was in need, he could ask later. So he put his hand on Alec's arm and almost immediately felt a change. The warlock was taking his strength slowly as blue flames swirled around his hands.

Alec needed to sustain Magnus, to prolong the fast-moving venom, put it on pause as they waited for Cat to return with the ingredients. Till then, his magic would do. Combined with shared strength, it helped greatly. His skin was looking it's yellow color, fading into a natural honey shade. Things were looking up, but Alec's magic was starting to fade. He was pouring so much of it into Magnus, it was wearing him down. He needed to stop before he passed out.

And stopped, he did, when Cat came running in with a bag. With all the ingredients he needed, he made Raphael let go of him so he could focus on blending everything. He had to work fast, now that his magic wasn't on Magnus, the venom was spreading again. Only faster, if his screaming was any help.

With a weak snap of his fingers, the potion was finished and he rushed over, moving the Shadowhunters aside so he could get to the other. "Here we go.." He murmured, taking Magnus by the neck gently to tilt his head back. Magnus screamed in protest but seemed the calm the moment the liquid touched his lips. "Drink slow.," Alec whispered as he helped the Shadowhunter drink the potion, mot moving till it was all gone. Only then did he let himself relax and practically fell into the chair that was pushed under him just in time.

"Mr. Lightwood.." Cat whispered, not taking her eyes off her healing friend. He was breathing better, his screaming had stopped. He was breathing deeply to catch his breath as his eyes fluttered open. And like they were drawn to him, warm brown met coral blue. "Thank you."

"Am I dead?" Magnus Bane whispered, not looking to his friends who let out little 'too soon's at him.

"No," Alec answered tiredly, watching the Shadowhunter watch him. "Your friends called for me in the nick of time."

"They called for an Angel?" The other whispered, and slowly started to smile. He seemed to be coming back to his senses, letting out a laugh when the others groaned.

"Dios mios, you idiota," Raphael murmured, shaking his head. Alec tilted his head away at that, biting his lip.

"I'm far from an Angel, Magnus Bane." He corrected, looking back at him. "I should go, you need rest. And don't do anything stupid like this again. Okay, Shadowhunter?"

"You're an Angel in my eyes, Alexander Lightwood." He murmured, closing his eyes to finally rest. "See you in my dreams, Warlock."

If Alec was surprised to hear his full name, he only showed it by a twitch of an eyebrow. But he didn't say anything as he used the back of the chair to stand up.

"Mr. Lightwood, you're exhausted. Please stay." Cat was quick to stand as if help him if he were to fall.

"No, no.." Alec shook his head. "I have overstayed my welcome, I can already feel the glares of others. I should go."

"Then please." A familiar voice chimed in. Ragnor Fell, Head of the Institute. "Name your price for helping our friend. I will give you anything for saving his life." He sounded grateful as he looked over at the sleeping Shadowhunter. Alec followed his gaze and looked at Magnus in quiet for a moment.

"Consider this on the house." Alec finally spoke, looking back to the others. If he was in a mood, he would have laughed at their shocked faces. He normally never did anything free of charge. "Just keep him safe."

That was the last thing he said before waving his hand and a portal appeared before them. And with one last look to Magnus Bane, Alec turned and left the room with a flash of blue.

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