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kasirose · 3 months
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Being the Consul and father of two (lovable) menaces is a tiring job and your husband is being no help XD
Drew this inspired by a convo my bestie and I had about dads and their tendency to fall asleep on couches 😂
Also I believe the kids would DEF mess with Alec when he's asleep. Somebody save his hair
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dayque · 1 month
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Alec: Okay, the kids' snack is in the refrigerator, their schedules are written here, they can watch TV but don't leave them unattended for too long and for no, but NO, reason do you let them take a nap. If they sleep their sleep cycle will be a disaster later.
Jace: Bro, relax, everything's going to be okay.
*Magnus in the other room*
Magnus: Okay. Let's go over it.
Rafael: Lunch at 1, snack at 3:30 and dinner when you return. Not eating anything Uncle Jace cooks, not leaving the house to hunt demons even if he says it's safe, and we can't play jumping on the furniture or walls either. We can't do dangerous spells that involve...
Max: I know! I know!
Rafael: But I'm saying it!
Magnus: Let him say one part, go ahead Blueberry.
Max: I can't do spells that involve: fire, breaking things even if they are small, summoning animals that do tsss, or psss, or ksss *putting hands in the shape of little claws*, levitating or summoning demons.
Rafael: We also can't listen to Uncle Jace if he has a new idea about a spell we've never done before.
Magnus: Very good! I am so proud of my little sweets, and what do we do if there is an emergency and daddy or Bapa can't come help?
Both: Call Aunty Catarina and Aunty Clary to save Uncle Jace.
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malecftmaxrafe · 10 months
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Happy father's day to them.
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loki-nightfire · 3 months
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We all need to sleep more. Alec & kids are sleeping already. Have some rest too.
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The moment when all our hearts melted 😩😩🥹🥰😭
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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year
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“Rafael!” Magnus screamed as he broke into the apartment, almost stepping on poor Chairman who was waiting for him by the door. “Rafael!”
“What happened?” Rafael, who was seated at the dining table, a highlight between his teeth, asked patiently.
Magnus put down his bag with a thud. “You will never believe what happened.”
“Uncle Raph finally followed you back on Instagram,” Rafael guessed. 
“Why would you remind me of that?” Magnus pouted. “But no. This even better.”
“Oh?” the boy raised an eyebrow. 
Magnus exhaled deeply and twirled around. “Alec kissed me.”
“What?” Rafael squealed. “He did?”
“Yes!” Magnus squealed too. “Can you believe it? I’ve been sending that idiot signals for months now!”
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” Rafael started to hyperventilate. “I have been waiting for this day forever.”
“Me too!” Magnus sighed dramatically. “Oh, Rafe. It still feels like a dream.”
“You have to tell me everything!” the boy ordered, pushing his books away. “No. Draw me a picture.”
“I’m not drawing you a picture!” Magnus replied incredulously. “But I can recreate it. I remember every second.”
Rafael squealed again. “Okay. Okay. Hold on. How did he kiss you? Did he hold your face or your waist?”
“Well, first he held my face and his hands just drifted off and grabbed my hips,” Magnus giggled. 
"That's the best way!" Rafael groaned.
"His fingers slipped through my hair at one point," Magnus confessed with a dreamy sigh. "I felt like I was in heaven."
“Did he press his forehead against yours when you were done kissing?” Rafael whispered. 
“He did!” Magnus all but sobbed. “Then he kissed me again.”
Rafael screamed into a cushion. “I can’t.”
“I think I’ve been ruined,” Magnus sighed dramatically. 
“I’m going to make a Pinterest board for the wedding!” Rafael screamed and ran into his room. 
“Rafael!” Magnus laughed. 
But he didn’t exactly stop the other boy. 
Just in case. 
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“So, you know that guy from my office?” Alec asked as he got from work and settled down on the couch. “The one I have a crush on?”
Max, who was sprawled on the floor with his feet up, playing video games, hummed. “The shiny dude?”
“Yep,” Alec confirmed. “I kissed him.”
“Nice,” Max whistled, not looking away from the screen. “You kiss him on the mouth?”
“Where the fuck else would I kiss him?”
“You’ve been kissing his ass so far,” Max noted.
“Fuck you," Alec replied. "It’s a nice ass.”
Max turned around. “You grab it when you kiss it?”
“Of course,” Alec nodded solemnly. 
“Nice,” Max winked and went back to his game. “Pizza for dinner?”
“Works for me.”
-- I couldn't get this out of my head lmao. Inspired by this iconic Friends scene of course.
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hopestrope · 1 year
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we need more of alec wearing magnus clothes for research purposes
“Have the boys eaten anything?” Alec asks from the shower. 
“No. They wanted to wait for you.” Magnus replies as he finishes removing his makeup. 
“Okay. I’m almost done. Can you pick out some clothes for me? I’ll be out in a minute.” Alec says as he massages some shampoo in his hair. 
“Already done.” Magnus answers. “Take your time, darling. I’ll call the boys and order dinner till then.”
Alec turns slightly and says with a mischievous smile on his face. “The term ‘order’ implies that you will call up a place and request for some food to be delivered. Which is not how things work in this house. You can’t call it ordering if you’re going to use magic for it.”
Magnus rolls his eyes at him. “The employees are usually overworked and underpaid at restaurants. By magicking the food here instead of asking it to be delivered the mundane way, I’m actually helping them. It’s not like I am stealing.”
Alec lets out a chuckle at Magnus’s excuse. 
He always has a good answer for everything. 
“It’s a little bit like stealing if they don’t know it’s happening.”
“You know what, love? You’re absolutely right. But since I’m a lesser man, I will continue to do so and you can cook for yourself. Or order like a good citizen.” Magnus gives Alec a perfectly innocent smile. “Should not take more than an hour or two since you know, it’s raining outside.”
Fuck.
Alec forgot about the rain thing.
Fine. Magnus wins for today.
“I would do that but it’s already late and Rafe and Max are probably very hungry. I don’t want to make them wait anymore just because I married an outlaw who couldn’t order by the standard means.” Alec says with a wide grin on his face.
“You’re full of shit, Lightwood.” Magnus announces. 
“Lightwood-Bane.”
Magnus snaps his fingers and Alec lets out a shriek as the hot water turns ice cold. “Have a great bath, sweetheart.” 
“Real mature, Magnus.” Alec shouts as Magnus gives him another innocent smile and leaves the bathroom. 
He curses himself for marrying the most annoying man on the planet and tries to finish the shower as soon as possible since he’s dying at the temperature. 
He gets out of the shower and finds the navy blue tank top and bottoms that Magnus has taken out for him. 
Alec puts on the clothes but then realises that he feels too cold to roam in a tank-top. He finds Magnus’s deep mustard cardigan lying on the vanity and puts it over the top. 
He knows Magnus picked that tank top only because it was a little too tight on Alec and his husband likes to thirst on him. 
The cardigan is too soft and warm and Alec wraps it around himself. It smells like Magnus and Alec sighs softly. 
He knows his husband is only in the other room but wearing his clothes always provides Alec with an extra level of comfort and warmth. He knows it's the same for Magnus too which is why he keeps on stealing Alec’s sweaters. 
Alec doesn’t dry his hair because Magnus likes running his hands through his wet hair sometimes before he magically dries them. So he skips all of that and leaves the bedroom. 
“Daddy!!!” Max yells and raises his hands so that Alec can take him in his arms which he does in an instant. Rafael smiles and wraps his arms slowly around his legs.
Alec doesn’t get it sometimes. 
He doesn’t get how the two of them always get excited to see him even though he himself feels the same thing every time he looks at them. 
It still catches him off guard sometimes. 
He bends down with Max in his arms and kisses both their faces. “Hi. How was your day?”
The two of them start talking and yelling over each other, narrating their adventures off the day and Alec listens to every word keenly. 
“Dinner’s ready.” Magnus announces as he enters the living room with plates and takeout containers in his hands. 
“Come on, it’s time for dinner.” Alec says to the boys and stands up. 
“What the fu–” Magnus stops in his tracks. “What are you wearing?”
Alec looks at Magnus and rolls his eyes. “Remember how you tried to kill the father of your children in ice-cold water not five minutes ago?” Magnus blinks. 
“Huh?” Magnus mumbles confusedly as if he doesn't remember. 
“You’re impossible.” Alec huffs. “But now I feel cold because of you so you don’t get to see me in a tank-top. Your cardigan is warm.” 
“Oh.”
Alec’s lips curls upwards at that. “Regret will get you nowhere, baby. This is your loss.”
Magnus puts the containers on the table and walks towards Alec. He takes Alec’s hand in his and twirls him thrice. 
Alec can hear the boys giggling in the background. 
“What are you doing?” Alec chuckles softly. 
“You think this is a loss?” Magnus asks with an award-winning smile on his face. 
Alec raises an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah?” “Alexander, watching you wear my clothes is not something I will ever regret. You look so beautiful.” Magnus says simply.
Magnus calls him beautiful all the time but it still takes Alec’s breath away.
It still makes him blush like it used to a decade ago. 
He shoves Magnus gently to hide away his blush. “Shut up. This is not the first time I’m wearing your clothes.”
Magnus smiles and kisses his cheeks softly. “I know. You look gorgeous every single time.”
Alec married the most annoying man on the planet. But he also married the biggest sap.
“Are you ever not flirting with me, baby?” 
Magnus chuckles softly and runs his hands through his hair. “I find that quite an impossible task.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Alec grins and closes the distance between the two, catching Magnus’s lips between his. 
He wraps his arms around Magnus’s neck and feels himself get lost in the sansation like he always does. 
Until four hands start poking at the two of them like they always do. 
Magnus groans softly and pulls back. The two of them lower their gaze and find two faces with annoyed expressions all over. 
“Can you stop kissing for a second?”
“Can we please give them back?”
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nopeemi · 2 years
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12 year old me was so right for stanning malec
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allthemarrowoflife · 11 months
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we all know lightwood siblings come in sets of three (and one of them ends up dead) so i'm just gonna sit here and wait for magnus and alec to materialise a third child out of thin air in the last tec book
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@fluffbruary Day 12
Jace liked watching Clary sketch.
She always got this adorable furrow between her eyebrows when she concentrated. She always stuck her tongue out from the corner of her mouth as she tried to get a particularly tricky part. Her movements were so certain, so perfect, so graceful. There was always this one red curl that never stayed in her hastily done ponytail and hung tantalizingly down by her ear that she was too focused and busy to brush back.
She was always incredible, always bright, always incandescent, but never more so than when she was doing something she loved.
“Uncle Jace!” Max called loudly, ruining the introspective mood. He held up and shook the wooden sword in his hand - one of the pair Jace and Clary had spent days painstakingly making for their nephews. “Come and help me!”
Jace smiled ruefully. Romance was hard with kids around, which was why Alec and Magnus had dropped them at the Institute, declaring they were off for a romantic get away which included rarely found gems such as peace and quiet and no levitating children and no explosions.
Fortunately, Max hadn’t started his anti-gravity antics yet, because Clary would kill Jace when he started climbing to follow. He would probably start soon though, seeing as he’d clearly gotten bored of the colouring books and was restlessly walking around, horns bumping into everything.
Rafe looked up from where he watching and helping Clary paint. “Can I go too, Tía Clary?” He asked softly.
Clary reached out to ruffle his hair. “’Course, kiddo,” she said in the tender voice she saved for the children whom she wanted to protect: Emma. Julian. The other Blackthorns. And now their nephews. “I’ll save your painting so you can finish it later, okay?”
Rafe nodded vigorously, before snapping to his feet and rushing over as Jace corrected Max’s grip on the practice sword. “Me too, Uncle Jace!”
Jace chuckled. “No rush, Rafe. Grab your sword and come.” He walked them through some simple exercises and maneuvers he thought they’d be able to do – the same ones he’d done with his younger brother so long ago.
“Gah!” Max growled, swinging his sword wildly. “I’m a Shadowhunter! I’ll kill all the demins!”
Jace grinned. “That’s my boy.”
Rafael was much smoother in his movements – which made sense. He was a Shadowhunter. He had a natural instinct with weapons, and Alec had told him he’d spied on other Nephilim and trained by himself. Jace admired that sort of independence and stubbornness. It reminded him of himself, how much ever Magnus would hate that comparison.
“Uncle Jace, when can we see Tavvy again?” Rafe asked suddenly. He left his sword down next to his overnight bag and came over. Max tossed his randomly and skipped towards them.
“Max, keep your sword properly,” Jace chided gently. “If you get hurt, how are you going to be a little nuisance? Besides, it could get damaged.”
“Not a nuisance,” Max slurred petulantly, but he went and retrieved his sword anyway.
“Alec or I’ll talk to Helen and Julian,” Jace promised his other nephew in response to his question. “I’m sure you’ll get to see him soon.”
He cast his mind back and tried to remember. Right. They’d had only one playdate with the youngest Blackthorn after the whole Cohort-fake death-giants fiasco, and Magnus and Alec’s wedding. Max and Rafael were probably still worried about how Tavvy was holding up after everything his family had gone through. Jace knew he worried about Emma and Julian plenty, despite them seeming perfectly happy on their travel year.
Rafe nodded, satisfied. Jace directed him to the myriad of toys spread on the floor, nearly obscuring it. Sometimes he nearly understood Alec’s concern that they were spoiled, but nah. If he was saw something he thought his nephews liked, he’d buy it. If he took them out, he’d get them unhealthy stuff and ice creams to eat. He was their uncle. That was his job. It was Magnus and Alec’s job to be the boring dads.
“I want to build the Col-o-se-um,” Max enunciated carefully. Clary came up to them, and Jace slid his arm around her waist, lightly pulling her in for a kiss.
“Where did you hear of the Colosseum?” She asked curiously.
“Bapak talked about it,” Rafe answered as they scrambled around looking for materials for the project. “He said he was there when it started to crumble. He said it was very ‘siting.”
“And then Daddy called him a very big liar,” Max added.
“But then Bapak said he was a liar whom Daddy loved,” Rafe continued.
“And Daddy said he was lucky he did,” Max said, gathering the cloth from their short-lived knitting project and dumping it to the side. Jace wondered how that was going to go in the Colosseum but decided not to ask. He didn’t want to know. “And Bapak agreed.”
“And then they kissed,” Rafe made a face. “So many kisses.”
“I don’t see why Alec and Magnus had to go on a vacation to get their share of romance,” Jace complained to his fiancée. “They seem to be bringing every cliché ever to life.”
“Yeah, but they won’t get their peace and quiet with you around,” Clary grinned as he made a face, and went over to the boys. “You know, I painted the Colosseum once.”
“Really?” Max asked, wide-eyed. “Can we see it, Tia?”
“Yes!” Rafe said excitedly. “I want to see your studio, Aunt Clary!”
“Sure, later,” Jace interrupted. “Didn’t you want to make your own Colosseum first? To work, builders!”
They nodded in agreement, starting to discuss (read: argue) how they ought to begin the construction.
“I don’t know how you get them to always listen to you,” Clart said, smiling, as the brothers argued over the largest of the plastic multi-colored building blocks Jocelyn had given Magnus and Alec, which Clary and Simon had played with when they were kids. There was a ‘CF + SL forever’ scribbled on one of them, which at one-point Jace would have loathed and felt intensely jealous of, but now merely smiled at in fond amusement.
How things had changed in the years since he’d left his father and the foreboding mansion in Idris to the welcoming shores of New York: Max. Alec. Isabelle. His mother. Robert. Simon. Magnus. Jem and Tessa. Ragnor. Emma and Julian. Rafe and Max. Kit.
And Clary. Always, always Clary. His one constant in the world, his home, where his heart would be forevermore.
He thought about the seven-year-old he’d been when his father had first told him that parabatai was weakness, emotions were to be hidden, love was destruction.
He’d run at risky missions and self-destructive behaviour and death in his teenage years like flies going to amber: so attractive a prospect that all intelligent thought was out.
He remembered telling Kit that however much he thought otherwise, he didn’t want to die. He remembered looking at that fragile, orphaned, sarcastic, scared, defensive child and feeling a pang of commiseration, of old memory and a person he wasn’t any longer.
“Uncle Jace?” Max tugged at him worriedly when he was silent for a while. “You okay?”
Jace pressed a kiss to his head, carefully avoiding his horns. He exchanged a look with Clary, who smiled softly at him. “Yeah, Max. I am.”
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kasirose · 3 months
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When you fall asleep and your family decides to draw all over you and give you a "makeover"
continuation doodle dood aftermath from my last post
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dayque · 3 months
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Alec: Jace, you can't told my children that the solution for their problems is to cry dramatically in the shower or in the rain and then go out to kill something.
Jace: why not?
Magnus: *to himself* Oh, Herondales...
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going out on a limb here, at risk of being ignored, but—anyone wanna cowrite a short fic? it could be anything. just for the funziez
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loki-nightfire · 3 months
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New art on b🛟🛟sty, this one sweet and soft, I promise ☝️
when Maryse decided to have a look on the baby-boy, she found all three of her boys sleeping, the little one finally full and snoozing peacefully, hugged by dads.
Meanwhile the cats dialogue:
- look, they got a kitten! soft and sweet and smells of milk
- i, for one, smell trouble and double trouble. you'll see, Meow, you'll see.
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We can all simultaneously agree that this is the best TSC quote ever:
When I found you, I didn’t know what I was finding,” Alec said. “Words about things that are beautiful and precious to me don’t come easily. You know that. You know me better than anyone.” He licked his dry lips. “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.”
“Will you marry me?” Alec whispered. His heart was beating like a frantic bird’s wings. “Right now? Tonight?”
Magnus nodded wordlessly and pulled Alec to his feet. They wrapped their arms around each other, and Alec leaned up just that little bit, since Magnus was just that little bit taller, which he had always loved.
And they kissed for a long time.
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