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kinkymagnus · 5 years

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Ur VP here! So I just got my period and I am NOT coping so... What was Magnus & Alec's reaction the first time Magnus had his period whilst being with Alec? (Ik Magnus probably has some magical contraception he takes but maybe he has to have one every 3 months like the pill?? And Ik that T usually stops periods but DAMNIT I AM S A D & DISPHORIC)

literally same actually wow

hm i always was kind of like “uhhh warlocks can’t have kids so magnus doesn’t have to worry about getting pregnant (unless i’m specifically writing an au about that but i usually go alpha/omega with that kind of thing oops i have no idea why)” but i mean, he could still easily be on T or some sort of magical contraceptive specifically to stop his period and stuff (i know someone who does that, actually, but there are long term health problems i think?) so

but it’s very possible he would still get his period, too, and since a lot of my trans magnus headcanons are Projecting(TM) let’s say that’s a thing

okay so i’ve actually thought about this before. not so much about alec’s first reaction, but about magnus during his period. (i actually briefly had a trans malec post in my drafts where both of them were trans and i stand by the mentioned headcanon that they’re tampon/pad user solidarity--specifically, magnus using tampons and alec pads. but also i scrapped that post for Reasons. but still.)

but really. alec just being a supportive af boyfriend. he learns pretty quickly what magnus needs/wants (i have no idea if a massage would help or not because i’ve never gotten one but i’ve always FELT like that would help a lot and what the hell, alec would LOVE giving magnus massages anyway)

so he brings him like chocolate or whatever food he might be craving, often greasy kinda trash food he normally probably wouldn’t touch. he holds him when he wants to just sort of curl up and cry because the cramps hurt and yes he has a magical heat pad that alec is happy to press to his abdomen for him, yes he has painkillers and usually a potion--although it’s not always brewed, magnus is so busy sometimes he loses track and it sneaks up on him--but it still hurts damn it and he hates this and he feels kind of sick and gross but alec is right there for him when he needs him.

and like, sometimes he wakes up bleeding or begins bleeding at a bad time and he can conjure up what he needs (LUCKY) but alec’s still there to help him out, covering for him when he needs to suddenly rush off, or like--yeah, magnus can conjure up new clothes but alec is happy to offer his own if needed. because boyfriends sharing their clothes is cute.

dysphoria is a thing too, of course. it just reminds him of what he is and how wrong he feels, reminds him of how he feels trapped in the wrong body sometimes--and sure some people like to have sex on their periods but not magnus because 1. nothing is coming near this vagina let alone inside it except a tampon right now, 2. cramps don’t make sexy times, 3. most importantly... normally, his bottom dysphoria isn’t that strong. he can tell himself that his parts are his, they’re not wrong or lady parts or gross or whatever else he sometimes feels, they’re just a part of him and his body isn’t undesirable or wrong, it’s okay to feel good and enjoy his clit being touched and things inside him, it’s okay to like who he is and what’s between his legs. but times like this it just feels like pain and gross feelings, there’s all these gross feelings around pregnancy even though he knows it isn’t possible for him, which is a whole other tangle of complicated emotions, and like. femininity, how this is a “female” thing, and it makes him feel all disconnected and wrong.

it just makes him so aware of all the things that feel wrong. like the achy chest, if he doesn’t have top surgery or something, and just. all of it.

not to mention any jokes involving “time of the month” and shit, and the mood swings make him feel worse, but he tries way too hard to not be cranky or touchy because he hates “time of the month” jokes and anything to distance himself from these stereotypes, even though he knows that’s kind of not great. so he overcompensates, gets if anything more accommodating and nice and smiling through the pain. like honestly he normally just doesn’t even act different, he just smiles through the pain even when it hurts really fucking badly.

so i imagine that magnus doesn’t even tell alec! and it doesn’t quite occur to him at first, but look. alec “best big brother ever” lightwood grew up with a sister and you can’t tell me he wouldn’t be perfectly willing to brush aside any awkwardness he might feel to ask her what she needs, get supplies, help her through it, etc. he’s the guy perfectly fine with going to the store to buy tampons and pads and shit by himself with no shame. he’s pretty aware of the nasty parts, you know?

and when he finds out magnus is trans and all implications thereof, it doesn’t take long for him to figure out that magnus probably has periods. so he asks about it, in that blunt way of his, and asks when it is and if magnus needs anything--because he’s always happy to spoil magnus--or if he’s got it covered and would prefer to deal with it alone, or if it’s just straight-up not a problem.

and magnus kind of. freezes. because honestly not that many partners--or at least, long term romantic partners--actually wanted to deal with the other sides of being trans. gross shit like periods. because yes, periods are gross as hell

but he smiles and waves it away, right, he’s just like, oh, it’s fine, alexander. but alec is like. hm. because he knows what magnus does with shit like this. but he waits. and magnus, sure enough, gets his period and feels really shitty but he smiles through it, tries to act normal, tries to act even more accommodating than usual because he can’t be a burden, it’s fine, it’s just cramps, every AFAB person in the world deals with this every month and keeps going to work and school and shit, he can deal with it too without inconveniencing his boyfriend.

but alec catches on, perhaps he finds blood somewhere (fgfgh or alternate idea, he finds blood on magnus’s sheets or clothes, and freaks out like “oh no are you hurt” and magnus has to be like it’s just my period it’s fine alexander! and alec is like “...oh. well can i help?”) or he just notices magnus acting differently.

and eventually, probably gradually and slowly, alec gets magnus to come around? to let alec take care of him, to stop acting like he’s perfect and the pain is just nothing. and magnus is having a hard time just letting himself not be perfect, and the first time he snaps at alec because he’s feeling cranky and alec might be hovering just a little too much, he freaks out a little like, apologizing and being like im sorry im just cranky but that’s not an excuse i’m gonna go um shower and not be a burden bye :) and alec is like wait no

but like overall just??? alec taking care of magnus tbh and helping him? they communicate and magnus being like “i need space” or “i need comfort” and alec is always happy to get him food or supplies or whatever because he’s The Best Boyfriend. and an overall good dude.

also if we make it angsty as fuck. or even worse anyway. when magnus temporarily loses his magic it’s different because--he can’t just conjure up new clothes or supplies, he can’t make his potion or magic heat pad, he’s just got mundane shit and alec is always happy to help but he feels horrible, too, because he’s convinced it’s his fault magnus is in even more pain. but there’s this sort of sad happiness to it, too, because yes magnus is in a lot of fucking pain right now and he’s bleeding and he feels grosser and worse than usual and the dysphoria is eating him alive. it’s so much worse and suddenly he’s relying on alec even more and partly he loves it because it feels so good to have alec taking care of him and being supportive but mostly he kind of hates it just because he feels so helpless and vulnerable. and yes it’s nice to have alec taking care of him by bringing him medicine and heat pads, letting him wear his hoodie, etc.

or alternatively, just magnus isn’t supposed to use his magic for a while so alec helps him out and it’s all fluffy, or even just a mundane au. stILL

#trans magnus smut #sort of

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560am-blog · 7 years

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popsicles, grease and lots of love.

jaeri.

“Come nawara wara ung nawara wara.” There was something about singing girl group songs that always helped him focus when he was under a car. It always helped him relax about the fact that he was well, under a car. Playing something like BigBang, unless it was a song like The Next Day, Jaesun preferred to be outside the car. Bang Bang Bang isn’t fun when he ends up banging his head on the engine of someone’s car. Also keeping in mind that his injury means nothing if he dents that engine. So Jaesun tries not to get too hype to CLC.

“Those aren’t even the lyrics.” And while singing along to girl groups helped calm him down, nothing quite matched to having Haeri in the shop as well. School was starting back soon but they had enough free time lately to hang around the shop while he worked. Hot and humid summers marked the start of a new semester and honestly Jaesun didn’t know how much longer he could last under the car without passing out. That doesn’t stop him though from matching her words obnoxiously.

“COME NAWARA WARA! UNG NAWARA WARA!” if anything having Haeri here makes him more likely to hit his head when he responds like that. But he’s smiling as he does it, moving his feet because he can feel what might be a popsicle stick hitting his leg. “That better not be the last one.”

“Work harder if you want some.” He can hear her talking over yet another one and he wonders how much longer until she’s complaining about a stomachache. He can hear it though, the slight worry in her voice. As much as she teases him he’s found it very easy to pick up on the shifts in her voice and her words. He doesn’t always hint to it, not aloud anyway. But he knows she hates it when he’s directly under cars like that. In fact Haeri told him he takes her from one heart attack to another, worrying about him getting knocked around in the gym to a car falling on him. While he assures her the second is less likely even Jaesun has moments where he worries about his safety, fingers sticking up into the nether regions of a death machine.

So he understands when she says it like that, with her mouth wrapped around a popsicle to try and mask the worry, he only smiles. He smiles and continues adjusting the gears between his fingers. He knows it’s just another way of saying get from under that car. “Leave me a purple one!”

“Who even likes purple popsicles, they taste bad.” “Ummmm no, that orange one you have in your mouth right now probably taste bad.” “It’s orange sherbet.” “Orange sher-tastes-bad.” “You’re annoying.” “Love you too.” “I’m eating the last purple one and leaving only green.” “Haaaaeeeerriiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” And despite how close Jaesun’s mouth might be to a gear he’s trying to tighten, he calls loud enough for it to echo over the music and through the back of the garage. “Can’t hear you over the sound of this popsicle.” He knows she’s talking over a popsicle but he has enough faith to believe it’s not his favorite. Well, enough faith because the moment he finishes readjusting and aligning the set he’s sliding from under the car, eyes zeroing in on Haeri who is indeed eating a purple popsicle and grinning at flavor him smugly. His mouth fashions into a pout, contrasting the thump in his chest at seeing his girlfriend sitting comfortably, in shorts and a tank top no less.

“Haeri….” It comes out as a whine, oil smeared hands falling onto his jeans. He stares up at her for a few moments, pout still evident before she rolls her eyes, reaching to toss another purple one his way. Breaking into a smile that only she can coax out of him he’s ripping the package apart and attacking it. Another thing about staying under that damn car is it gets hot, especially when he only has moments to reach out and grab tools because he’s holding parts in place. It gets hot and he always cuts his hair around this time but he’s forgotten. So not only is his hair sticking to his face but his shirt is, the grease is everywhere and he’s sweating. Haeri notices and her nose scrunches up at the sight.

“I don’t know what’s worse, this or you after practice.” He only laughs knowing that he couldn’t argue, his mom used to kick him out the house after basketball practice if he didn’t shower at school. “But you’re here because you love me.” The popsicle’s done within seconds and he’s rising, grabbing a wet rag to wipe his hands off. “I love dry you.” “Still love me.” He’s singing it this time, nose close to her and her own nose still pulled up. “You stink. Like really bad you smell like metal.” “And you smell like a fruit orchard, how many did you eat anyway?” “Dunno.” She’s singing her response as well kicking her legs. Honestly if it weren’t for the oil and popsicle juice on his fingers he’d hold her steady to move between them. She’s probably doing it on purpose and one glance up lets him know that’s exactly the case.

Thing is, Haeri does this on purpose. She’s been doing it since she figured out the power she had over him. This refers to her knowing that he can miss her when she’s not around and cuddle up to her when he finally sees her, like after boxing practice. But when she’s right there, just a few steps away and he knows he can just wrap his arms around her if he didn’t have work, that’s a bit worse. It’s easier to restrain himself when she’s a good distance away but right here the pull is too harsh. It’s a little tightening too, makes his fingers clam up around the metal sometimes. The heat doesn’t help, the heat nor the sweat because suddenly everything’s on fire and the popsicles don’t help ( in more ways than one ). So he’s left with standing there, leaning against the counter and grabbing another popsicle.

“You basically ate a fruit orchard.” “Maybe.”

And all the innuendos are there, well they’re kinda there because he’s keeping his eyes trained on her legs and she’s keeping them trained on the wall. She claims to hate the stickiness of summer but well if anyone asked him it fit her well. Summer was always a little gross but Haeri has wormed her way into everything he didn’t like and made it bearable.

“A grape orchard.” She says after a few minutes and that’s when he looks up to see she has another grape one in her mouth, the last one. “Hae----“ She does things like this on purpose too, not taking his favorite popsicle but catching him off guard. Stopping him in his tracks literally when she leans over and gives him a big kiss, it’s silly and kind of loud but it’s a kiss. Not quite like the ones he’s been craving but it stirs it all up beneath his chest, has him smiling not stupidly but smugly. “There’s your grape you big baby.” And of course it doesn’t stop there because she’s got this silly curve on her lips like she wants to break into laughter, or that she knows exactly what’s going to happen.

It starts on her cheek, just as big and loud as her own and has her trying to push him away, playfully of course. Kisses on her cheek, the popsicle getting in his way each time she moves away and her laugh moving into the mix. He’s got his cheek full of popsicle and it only forces him to lean closer and kiss everywhere he can reach, smearing it all over her face as she yells in protest. He moves quick knowing there’s a limit to how dirty she’s willing to get. But she goes along with it, not pushing as hard, letting him in just as close to where he feels the smiles against his cheek and the laughter with his own breath.

It does smell like a fruit orchard and of course, of course she would still smell this sweet when he reeks of sweat and gas. Of course. Of course her laughter is all he hears over the roar of the engine.

Everything’s sweet and he forgets about the exhaustion that was once in his body. She does push him away when the stickiness becomes too much, when there’s purple patches on her thighs and her lips are red not just from all the cherry. He’s too busy laughing, pushing his hair back and cringing at just how dirty it feels. His t-shirt has splotches of purples everywhere and crumpled parts from her hands but he feels good, not dirty exactly. Vibrant.

“Don’t you look into my eyes and lie again, I’m sick of being alone~” And her laughter, just as it dies down, peaks again. This is why summer looks so good on Haeri. She’s smiling like she’s got no cares, not like she doesn’t care but she has none and there’s a difference. She throws her head back and she doesn’t wail she just lets it out like an exhale, like she’s got so much to spare. Sometimes the sun hits her in all the right places and sometimes she doesn’t even need it to look as bright as she does. He doesn’t mind spending days at the shop either, not when she’s sitting there ready to greet him.

It doesn’t take long to add the finishing touches to the inside of the hood and he’s wiping his hands on the rag when she speaks up again.

“You’re getting good at that.” He only looks up when he’s closed the hood and see her staring with an intensity that he’s not used to. All he does is grin, because his heart’s too full to handle where this is going. “You just like how I look fixing a car.” “Ew, no one told you to become a greasy as the cars you fix. Speaking of greasy I’m sticky and sweaty and dirty let’s gooooooooo.” Right now he doesn’t worry about her smacking his hands away because she’s pouting and she’s tired meaning she has bigger things to worry about then his hands on her thighs. He only uses it as leverage, moving closer to poke his nose against hers.

“Thanks for staying.” “Yeah yeah, thanks for getting me dirty.” “Love yoooouuuuuuu.” He buries his head into her chest, a force that has her pout turning into a smile. “Yaahhh you smell like gas.” She doesn’t push him away and if that wasn’t the answer he needed than her fingers threading his hair and the small whisper in his ear is enough. “Love you too.”

#( good for you. )#by:jaesun

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