my first and only moot :D or in other words ur now married to me
question abt ur future writings, do u plan on writing just for oc yanderes or anime charas as well? (also will they all be submissive?? idk if u mentioned somewhere but I love my subby men 😔)
bro stop that’s so weird (please kidnap me I’m yours)
I will write anything and everything. If you want like an anime chara you can defo req it, if you check my FYI and rules page you’ll get all the info you need.
Basically to sum it up I can do any character that’s on that fandom list (on the above mention pages) HOWEVER I can do a character that’s not on the list but you’ll just have to kinda summarise their personality for me if you get my jist.
But yeah I can do anything you want baby girl 😜😜😜
AND SUBBY MEN HAVE MY FRICKKKINNNG HEARTTT. I can write for both sub and dom character but im better at writing sub cause I’m a dom leaning switch. I acc might be only dom cause I’m such a sadist
OKAY IM RAMBLING BUT YEAH I CAN WRITE AHYTHING YOU WANT AND INLOVE YOU OK BYE
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Remember that scene where Seongnam told Uiseong that if Uiseong ever ascended to the throne that he would burn his kingdom to the ground? That but Magnus. (source: Under the Queen's Umbrella, Netflix kdrama)
@saeths babe I’m still so fucking pissed at losing the first version of this and I’m sorry but I hope you like this different, second version.
Also yes I fucking loved that scene and I’m still anticipating watching the next episode and i want that fic where Seongnam actually kills Uiseong and gets away with it.
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Magnus moves his fingers down the smooth curve of Alexander’s cheek bones and lets the pads of his fingers linger on Alexander’s lips.
Some would say that the nephilim commander napping on his lap is Magnus' downfall, but Magnus has never let bigotry guide him and he won’t now.
Especially not when it’s the council of the Spiral Labyrinth, who appoint High Warlocks, who are suddenly upset with Magnus' choice in lover.
They’ve demanded either Alexander’s removal from his life, or the addition of others, to ensure that Alexander is seen as one of many, not as someone Magnus is devoted to.
And Magnus loathes it.
Because it almost costs him. Alexander tried to leave him. As if that would ever be acceptable. As if Magnus would allow Alexander to hurt them both so deeply, especially in a misguided attempt of protection.
So they still stand united, closer in fact, than ever before. And Alexander proves that, lying defenseless and unarmed in Pandemonium.
There are thirteen candidates for Magnus’ position in the running, and only two will Magnus allow to succeed his position, if he allows himself to be deposed at all. He’s made his thoughts clear and so the candidates hover around him, hesitant but trying to find weakness,
“Flaunting your traitorous ways even while the council offers you leniency?” Lorenzo sneers at him, drink held delicately in his hand.
Magnus threads his fingers through Alexander’s hair and tugs on the dark locks. Alec groans, arching against Nagnus and pushing himself into the touch, still unconscious, still vulnerable to everyone but for Magnus’ possessive protection. “I understand how those unable to touch consider it flaunting, but I hardly see how having a devoted, tamed shadowhunter is traitorous.” Magnus knows the place he’s claiming in Alexander's life, and the position it puts his shadowhunter in. But Alec begged Magnus, and after Alexander almost destroyed them both to try and protect Magnus — Magnus finds himself willing to do many things he never thought he would.
Lorenzo’s eyes turn to Alec, something almost hungry in his gaze at the noise and Magnus’ temper flares.
Lorenzo’s drink shatters, the shards disappear, devoured by Magnus’ magic even as he breaks it.
“Ah, forgive me Lorenzo. I realized I couldn’t allow you to drink something so… out of your interest. You prefer old fashions, if I remember correctly. And I’m sure I do.” The threat of Magnus' very long memory lingers between them before Magnus smiles sharply. “Stirred with an antique spoon, right?”
A drink appears and Lorenzo takes it, his hand is steady but his expression sours as he tries the drink and finds nothing wrong with it.
Alexander turns, restless and keening as his mouth presses in a sleep-lax kiss against Magnus’ stomach .
He asked, at the beginning of all this, how he could help. At least he asked after Magnus refused to let them break up. And in guilty relief, Alexander offered to do anything.
So now he lies, helpless in Magnus’s lap. Vulnerable to everything and everyone and relying solely on Magnus’ protection. On Magnus’ goodwill and desire.
It soothes something that the Council’s anger and accusations jolted loose in Magnus.
And so he smiles at Lorenzo, and silently daresm him to even try.
“There are many things I would do for our people.” Magnus says quietly, looking down at his lap, one hand holding a drink, the other his shadowhunter lover. “But I am not as selfless as my friends like to say.” Magnus chuckles and takes a long sip of his drink.
“There are only two that I will let take the kingdom I’ve built from me. And I will even help them keep it stable, protecting them for the future events that they are unprepared for. But Lorenzo, you are not one of them.”
Lorenzo splutters, yellow magic pretending to be royal gold flickering up and Magnus laughs.
It’s hollow and it’s angry.
“I have given so much for everyone else that I have very little left to care about. And yet it is demanded I give up my very heart, as if I am not allowed to have joy.” Magnus’ magic dances between them and angry red devours yellow, until it encircles Lorenzo.
Magnus hums and uses his own magic to press the newly made drink to Lorenzo’s lips.
“You’ll need it.” Magnus promises and laughs when Lorenzo chokes on it.
“You want my throne Lorenzo? The kingdom I’ve built with blood and magic. The place I’ve carved out for myself?”
Magnus laughs, and finally releases Lorenzo.
“You will never have it. I am not as selfless as the Council thinks. And I will burn both you and New York itself to the ground before I ever let you be in charge.” Magnus uncrosses his legs and presses his boot down on the back of Lorenzo’s head, forcing the other to prostrate himself before Magnus.
“I will burn this world before I ever allow you to have a place of power in it, Lorenzo. Remember that, as it is only my compassion and courtesy that keep you breathing.”
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