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malectober · 7 months

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Welcome, one and all - to Malectober Edition 2.0!!!!!!

In case you've forgotten about Malectober, or this is the first time hearing of us - here's a refresher.

And obviously, we're back this year with a fresh new theme, a whole new set of prompts - including a very special one celebrating the release of 1989 (Taylor's Version)!

Now, lemme just rehash some rules -

Tag this account on all your malectober posts on tumblr!! Also include the tag "#malectober" within the first five tags on your post (or else it won't show up in the #malectober tag). This will help me find your posts so I can reblog them!

If you're posting on Ao3, make sure to add your fic to the official Malectober 2023 collection. Please make sure to add it on your own, since it's tedious to send out invites to anyone who hasn't added it to the collection.

I'll just repeat this here - ANYTHING GOES. Fics, art, moodboards, headcanons, playlists, picrews even.

AI work however is strictly forbidden.

Tag appropriately! And if you're posting NSFW work on tumblr, please put it under a "read more"!

If you're stuck on a prompt, replace it with one of the extras!!!

There's no right way to post your works. Post a prompt two days early, two days late, hell even after October if you want. Only rule is that posting starts from October 1st.

If you can't complete every single prompt, that's fine! Remember, this is only for fun. There's no need to stress yourself out.

If you have any questions, post them to my inbox!!

Happy Malectober in advance!!

Prompt list in text under the cut -

Daywise Prompts:

Angel

Baby

First

Mold

Salt

Ramen

Winter

Life

Bow

Bitter

Strip

Cry

Grin

Sense

Sweet

Eyes

Water

Dessert

Hotel

Sour

Lace

Client

Copy

Burn

Spicy

New

Taylor Swift

Kiss

Wound

Birth

Demon

Extra/Alternate Prompts:

Mystery

Control

Prince

Brave

#malectober2023 #malectober23 #malectober #malec #malec events #alec lightwood #magnus bane #tsc #shtv #tmi #tec #tbc #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #the mortal instruments #the eldest curses #trsom #tlbotw

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lazinesswrites · 7 months

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"Grin", this week?

Hi! Sorry for the delay! My brain has not been cooperative these last few days. But! I did manage to write something for this; in fact I have just finished this ficlet, and since it's only a little over 300 words... you get the whole thing! Be warned - this is pure, tooth-rotting fluff. Your Smile: Like Sun, Like Peace Written for @malectober day 13: Grin (heyyy, almost on time!) Can also be read on Ao3.

It’s not often Magnus has gotten to see Alec like this. He’s… so happy. Not that he usually isn’t – Magnus takes great honor and satisfaction in making his dear Alexander smile as often as possible, but now that all the World Ending Crises seem to have been dealt with for the time being, that mission has gotten much easier.

Magnus won’t say everything is perfect. He has lived too long to tempt fate like that, and they do have some issues to deal with still – there’s still bigoted Clave officials, there’s still distrust between Shadowhunters and Downworlders, there’s still demons, there’s still nightmares. But those are things they can deal with, at their own pace. Those are things that allow them time to just relax together, the two of them, or with their family all together like today – both their families – for no reason other than they can and wanted to.

They’re at Taki’s, their favored restaurant for gatherings like this, with several tables pushed together to fit them all, Shadowhunters and Downworlders all mixed in together, no real way to tell where one family stops and another starts. Magnus didn’t hear what Alec said to his siblings, preoccupied by his own conversation, but his attention was drawn by Jace’s sputtering and the loud peals of laughter from near everyone else.

Maybe Alec feels Magnus’ gaze on him, or maybe he just wants to share the happiness with him, but in either case, Magnus’ darling husband turns to look at him, and Magnus falls impossibly more in love with him at the grin lighting up his whole being.

“What?” Alec asks him, grin still firmly in place, arm slung casually over the back of Magnus’ chair.

Magnus shakes his head a little and smiles back. “I love you,” is all he can say, but truly, that’s all he needs.

“I love you too,” Alec says, and leans in to kiss him, placing that lovely grin right against Magnus’ own, ignoring the chorus of cheers around them.

#malectober #Ask Laz #WIPW AG #(even though it is far from Wednesday and the fic is no longer a WIP)#Shadowhunters #Malec #Magnus Bane #Alec Lightwood #Malec fic

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i-have-not-slept · 1 year

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Malectober Day 31: Golden

“Aren’t you going to tell me where we’re going?” Alec asked.

Magnus looked up from the Portal currently forming in front of him, blinking through the sparks. “It’s a surprise.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t you trust me?”

Alec smiled back. “Of course I do.”

“Good.” Magnus said. He held out a hand to Alec. “Come on. I’ll explain everything later.”

Alec took his hand and followed him through the Portal, trusting Magnus to guide them both to their destination.

They emerged onto a cobbled street in bright sunlight. Alec looked around, blinking, at the whitewashed houses, red tiled roofs and rocky brown mountains rising in the distance. The air was warm and smelled like baking bread and spices.

Alec glanced over with Magnus, who was looking at him with a small smile. “Where are we?”

“Peru.” Magnus said cheerfully.

Alec put his hands on his hips, frowning at Magnus severely. “I thought you were banned from Peru. Catarina and Ragnor are always talking about it.” He gave Magnus a suspicious look. “Are we going to have to run from the police again?”

Magnus put on an injured expression. “I resent the implication that I’m constantly dragging you into law-breaking shenanigans. I obtained special permission from the High Council of Peruvian warlocks to enter the country for an afternoon.”

“And they just gave you permission?” Alec said dubiously. “Just like that?”

“Well,” Magnus said slowly. “I may have mentioned that my husband happens to be the Consul of the Shadowhunters and he might not be entirely happy to hear that my request was denied.”

Alec burst out laughing and stepped closer to Magnus, wrapping his arms around him. Magnus leaned into him, nuzzling Alec’s cheek.

“I love you.” Alec murmured against Magnus’s ear. “But you’ve really got to stop using me as a political weapon to get what you want.”

“I’ll stop one day.” Magnus said happily. He kissed Alec’s cheek. “Now, Jace and Clary are watching the boys for the afternoon, so we can stay here until sunset. Come on.” He grabbed Alec’s hand and set off down the street, pulling Alec with him.

“Hey, wait.” Alec said, laughing. “Aren’t you going to tell me why we’re here?”

Was it his imagination, or did Magnus look slightly uncertain? “I’ll tell you later.” he said, squeezing Alec’s hand. “Promise.”

Smiling, Alec shook his head and let Magnus lead him towards the town square. He could put up with a little strangeness if it made Magnus happy.

Hours later, the sun was beginning to dip towards the horizon, and Alec still wasn’t sure why Magnus had brought them here. He wasn’t complaining, though, because every minute together had been wonderful. The town was peaceful, with small, brightly coloured houses and an old cathedral built of white stone that shone in the sunlight. They’d spent hours wandering through the streets, eating food from the roadside vendors, poking into cafés, museums, bookshops.

It was the sort of thing they didn’t get to do very often, time spent outside of home with no sense of urgency or responsibility, no mission to complete and no kids to watch. In Alec’s opinion, there was nothing better than doing nothing with Magnus.

The whole time, Alec had been able to tell Magnus was waiting to tell him something. As they wandered through the markets, Magnus kept giving him little sideways glances, and looking as if he was about to speak before changing his mind. Once it would have worried Alec, but not now. He knew Magnus would tell him when he was ready.

Now, as afternoon flowed into evening, they were hiking up a rocky hill overlooking the town. The path wound upwards through rugged scrubland, glowing gold in the light of the setting sun. Magnus was a few metres ahead of Alec, and he kept looking back at him with a little smile. Alec could tell he was building up to something, but he didn’t say anything, content with the gentle silence between them.

Finally they reached the top of the hill. They were on a flat, rocky plain overlooking the valley and the town below. The light spilled down the hillsides and flowed across the buildings like molten gold.

Magnus turned and looked over at Alec. His face was washed in golden light, making him seem to glow from within. Alec’s heart stuttered briefly in his chest at the sight of him.

“Okay.” Alec said. “Why did you bring me here? I know there’s some kind of reason.”

For the second time that day, Magnus looked hesitant, even a little apprehensive. He stepped closer to Alec, taking his hand and clasping it within both of his. Alec put his other hand over Magnus’. He could tell his husband was working up to some kind of confession.

“Why I brought you here.” Magnus murmured. He had his eyes fixed on their joined hands, like he was half-scared to meet Alec’s eyes. He took a deep breath. “Do you know what this town is called?”

“No.” Alec murmured. He rubbed his thumb over Magnus’s knuckles, feeling the warmth of his skin.

“It’s called Moquega.” Magnus said softly.

“Oh.” Alec said. The name sounded familiar. He thought he might have read it in the notebook of stories Magnus had given him years ago, when they’d got back together after their breakup. “Have you been here before?”

“Once.” Magnus said. He looked up at Alec suddenly, and his expression was more open, more vulnerable than Alec had hardly ever seen it. “Moquegua means “quiet place” in Quechua.” he said haltingly. “When I first came here, I— I didn’t feel comfortable or safe, because I felt— I felt like there was no quiet place in the world for me, and there never would be.”

He dropped his gaze again, gripping Alec’s hand tighter “And I felt like that for a long time. Like I always had to keep moving, and never rest anywhere. But then when I met you— you made me feel anchored. Peaceful.”

He looked up again, and Alec saw that there were tears brimming in his eyes. “I wanted to bring you here to tell you. I’ve never told you before and I wanted to tell you. You’re my quiet place, Alec.”

Alec’s heart broke open, sending warm light flooding through his veins. He wrapped his arms around Magnus, holding him so close he could feel his heartbeat. Magnus put his head down on Alec’s shoulder, shaking in his arms.

“Thank you for telling me.” Alec. He blinked back tears of his own, overwhelmed by a sudden rush of emotions, gratitude and joy and love. “You’re so— you’re so wonderful. You’re everything. I love you, Magnus.”

Magnus gave a soft, teary laugh and pulled away from Alec to look at him. “I love you too.” he whispered, and then they were kissing. Alec cupped the back of Magnus’s neck, closing his eyes, feeling his entire body sing. They held each other close on the mountaintop, in the wash of golden light.

#malectober #malectober 2022 #malectober22 #only took me six months to finish lol #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #magnus lightwood bane #alec lightwood bane #malec fanfic #tsc #cassandra clare #the shadowhunter chronicles #the bane chronicles #tbc #what really happened in peru #what to buy the shadowhunter who has everything #tsc fanfic #shadowhunters

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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 2 years

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“So, how was your day?”

The words bring a smirk to Alec’s face but he hides it anyways.

He’s been waiting for this.

For Magnus to come to him.

He looks up from his laptop and smiles.

“Yes. Are you ready to talk about what’s been bothering you since the past few weeks.”

Magnus feigns innocence at that.

“What? No. Nothing’s been bothering me.”

Alec lets out a chuckle at that. “Baby. You have that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“It’s the face you make when you want to talk about something but you don’t because you think it might hurt my feelings.” Alec replies easily.

Magnus shouldn’t be surprised by how well Alec knows him by now but some days it still catches him off guard.

It’s quite annoying.

And his husband is right, there’s been something bothering him but Magnus doesn’t know how to start the conversation.

Alec shuts down his laptop and walks towards the kitchen.

He comes back a few minutes later and hands a cup of tea to him and then places a soft kiss on his head.

“I’ll be in the balcony if you need me.”

Magnus’s heart softenes at the gesture.

Alec is opening a window for him—he can either open it and let some air in. Let whatever’s bothering him out in the air.

Or he can close it back too and keep it that way for another few days.

Either option would work for Alec because that’s how he is.

Never pushing Magnus to do things—just always, encouraging him. With love and tenderness.

He mulls over his thoughts for another few minutes before picking up his cup and joining Alec in the balcony.

His back is towards Magnus and he’s leaning against the railing, relaxing in the few moments of peace that they barely get these days.

“What do you think about Idris?“

Alec turns towards him and there’s genuine confusion on his face.

“Idris?”

“Yes. You know Idris and Alicante.” Magnus asks nonchalantly and lounges on the couch in the balcony.

“Whatever’s been bothering you for all this time was related to my thoughts on Idris?” Alec’s lips curls upwards.

He doesn’t gets fazed by Magnus’s incomprehensible thoughts anymore. He could ask Alec the weirdest, most concerning questions at 3 am and his husband would not think anything of it in the slightest.

“Not just you but, Alicante in general. Now that the issue of Clave in exile has been fixed and there’s no more split and you’re the Consul-Consul.”

Alec narrows his eyes at the question, and Magnus knows he’s trying to figure out what the reasoning behind this conversation is.

He humours Magnus nonetheless.

Alec moves towards him and sits on the opposite end but he stretches his legs and places them in Magnus’s lap.

“The past few years have been so stressful Magnus. There were so many moments where I almost wanted to give up.” Alec exhales.

Magnus strokes his thumb against Alec’s ankle in a relaxing motion. He knows firsthand how difficult all of this has been for Alec.

Which is why Magnus hates for what he’s been feeling—for ruining Alec’s victory.

“But you did it, my love. And I am so incredibly proud of you Alexander.” Magnus lifts Alec’s hand and kisses it softly, making the other man blush at the gesture.

He doesn’t want a day to come when Alec stops blushing like that.

“Thank you. I couldn’t have made any of that possible without you. You make me brave.” Alec says tenderly.

Magnus drops his gaze at that. “The boys are excited to go to Idris for the ceremony.”

Alec has a beautiful smile at that. “Yes. I’m so excited to show them around. They have only heard about Alicante in all these years but now they’ll be able to see it.”

He hums at that and doesn’t say anything for quite some time. Then he feels Alec’s fingers lifting his chin upwards, a small frown on his face.

“Baby. What’s going on?”

“I love you. You know that right?” Magnus asks him because he wants Alec to be sure of it before he says what he plans to.

“If I wasn’t as secure in our relationship as I am, I’d be worried this was a breakup conversation.” Alec says jokingly

Magnus rolls his eyes at him.

“Please. If I was breaking up with you, it would be iconic and extremely dramatic.”

Alec grins at that. “Yes, I do remember one fine night like that, almost a decade ago in a subway tunnel.”

Magnus throws Alec’s legs from his lap and smacks his shoulders. “Not funny.”

His husband lets out a laugh and leans closer towards him.

“Okay now, stop deflecting and tell me what’s going on.”

Magnus takes a deep breath.

“I don’t want to go to Alicante.”

Alec frowns at that.

“For the ceremony?”

Magnus shakes his head at that. “The ceremony is for you, I wouldn’t dream of missing it. I want to hold your hand and kiss you when everyone’s celebrating this but—“

“But what?”

“The Consul of the Clave lives in Alicante.”

Alec nods at that.

“Alexander, I’ll come for the ceremony. This one and the next hundred ones but I can’t—“

“You don’t want to live in Alicante.” Alec finishes his sentence.

Magnus nods. “Yes.”

He’s waiting for an awkward silence but it never comes.

Alec answers instantly. “Okay.”

Magnus lifts his head up at that. “Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

It seems easy but Magnus doesn’t like easy things so he pushes.

“Darling, you don’t have to be okay with this. You can be mad at me if you want.” Magnus adds, even though he would absolutely hate it if Alec was mad at him about this.

“Do I look mad to you?”

He blinks and peers at the shadowhunter properly.

He doesn’t look mad.

He looks like—well he looks like Alec always does.

Calm and steady and soft.

“You’re not mad that I don’t want to live in Alicante with you.” He narrows his eyes.

Alec gives him a small smile at that. “Is there someone else you’re planning to live in Alicante with?”

Magnus shakes his head frantically at that.

“Then I’m not the problem. Alicante is, right?” Alec says simply.

He says it so simply, and maybe it was that simple. Magnus doesn’t want to live in Alicante and it has nothing to do with Alec.

“Baby, I always knew you wouldn’t want to live in Idris.” Alec tucks a strand on stray hair behind his ears gently and pulls Magnus closer to him.

“You did?” He asks. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

Alec huffs at that. “Well you didn’t either. It wasn’t a problem back when the Clave was in exile.”

Magnus puts a hand on the back of Alec’s neck.

“But it’s different now, right? Now, you have the chance to live in the angel city. It’s every shadowhunters’ dream.”

He has lived long enough to know how supreme importance the shadowhunter race gives to Alicante.

It’s where everyone dreams of working—of living.

It feels wrong to steal that dream from Alec.

Alec holds his face in his hands and brings their noses together. “A city where my Magnus doesn’t feel safe and happy isn’t a place I ever want to live in.”

Magnus sighs and relaxes into Alec’s hold. “I know things are changing now and getting better. But there’s still a long history of hate that I have faced myself. I wouldn’t be happy there. I wouldn’t feel the boys are ever safe there—specially Max.”

He believes that he would do anything to make Alec happy but there are some lines that Magnus would never cross—even for love.

Even for Alec.

Or he would lose himself completely.

“Hey.”

Magnus opens his eyes and finds himself getting lost in Alec’s gorgeous face.

“I know the man I love. You stand for what’s right and wrong, no matter what. You wouldn’t marry me unless the law was changed and I knew even then that it wasn’t about me.” Alec says tenderly and kisses his cheeks. “Just because you married a shadowhunter, doesn’t mean you have to forget who you are.”

“You always know the right things to say, don’t you?” Magnus points out fondly, because he’s feeling a little too overwhelmed by how much Alec sees him.

“I’m just being honest baby.” Alec remarks and Magnus pulls him against him so that Alec is straddling his thighs.

“You don’t think it’ll be an issue right?” He asks because he doesn’t want his husband to deal with anymore difficulties.

He knows that it’s impossible.

Shadowhunters invited trouble.

But he could try.

Alec rubs his shoulders gently. “It’s not mandatory for Consuls to live in Idris.” His husband replies. “And if it is, I’ll deal with it. In case you missed it, I’ve always been kind of a rebel you know? Kissing a downworlder publicly is still considered the biggest clave scandal.”

A peal of laughter leaves Magnus’s body at his words.

“Are you okay now?”

Magnus nods slightly. It was impossible not to be okay when he was around Alec.

His hand moves inside Alec’s shirt and he runs a hand across his back gently.

“Does it ever get tiring?”

“What does?”

“Waiting for me to come to you. When I get much too into my head?”

Alec leans forward and kisses Magnus’s temple. “It’s quite annoying. But you’re plenty cute too, so it kind of compensates.”

Magnus shakes his head affectionately at the idiotic man infront of him.

He strokes Alec’s face and traces a finger across his face, making the shadowhunter blush profusely.

“I forgot for a second.”

“What?”

“That my home is so much more beautiful than any angel city.” Magnus whispers in the small space between the two of them.

Alec’s lips curls upwards at that.

A bashful smile on his face and Magnus falls in love with him all over again.

“You talking about Brooklyn?”

Magnus mirrors his smile because they both knew his following words already.

“I’m talking about you.”

Prompt: Brooklyn

I don’t see Magnus ever living in Idris no matter what.

@malectober

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malectober

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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“You’ve been alive for a long time, right?”

Magnus stopped stirring his coffee and turned around. “Is that a stab at my age?”

“Nope,” Alec replied. “I have a history doubt.”

“Oh!” Magnus said and settled down next to the shadowhunter on the couch. “Do tell.”

Alec chuckled.

Magnus frowned. “What?”

“You got a little excited,” Alec pointed out, chuckling again. “It was cute.”

Magnus rolled his eyes fondly. “What do you want to know? I promise to be unbiased. Unless your question is about Napoleon or Paul Newman. I had beef with both of them.”

Alec smiled. “So. We’ve been to hell.”

“Hm-hm,” Magnus sipped on his coffee. “Who hasn’t, Alexander?”

Alec grinned and shook his head. “Is there a heaven?”

Magnus choked on his coffee a little. “We’re directly diving into the deep questions, are we?”

“I’m just curious. We know there is hell. Multiple hells, in fact. So, like, what about heaven?” Alec asked. “Where does Raziel live?”

“Probably in Los Angeles,” Magnus replied. “He looks like the type.”

“Seriously,” Alec nudged his leg. “Heaven? Does it exist? What’s it like?”

Magnus took a deep breath and put down his mug. “From what I know, no one has really gone there, or at least come back, to tell the tale.”

“Shame,” Alec sighed. “I just thought it might be real. Hell is pretty much like we imagined it to be.”

“Heaven is probably the same,” Magnus shrugged.

“Angels and golden gates and harps?” Alec asked with a grin.

“Hopefully, there is also WiFi,” Magnus noted seriously.

Alec laughed. “You’ve never wondered what it’s like?”

“I used to,” Magnus admitted. “I spend a good portion of the 16th century trying to find it.”

“Did you?” Alec asked.

“No such luck. So, I gave up,” Magnus replied. “I did end up in hell. Twice. I don’t know what that says about me.”

Alec pulled him closer.

He held Magnus between his arms.

Magnus wanted to spend his immortal life there.

“It says that you are incredibly brave and stupidly reckless,” Alec whispered.

“Incredibly brave and stupidly reckless,” Magnus hummed. “Sounds like the nephilim motto.”

Alec pressed a kiss to his cheek and walked over to the bathroom. “You love us.”

“Keep your voice down!” Magnus yelled after him.

The truth is, Magnus had always believed in heaven.

The truth is, Magnus had never really given up on his quest to find it.

And then...And then he had met Alec.

Heaven made little sense after that.

Heaven became the space between Alec Lightwood’s arms.

@malectober

this was supposed to be about hell but it turned into something else lmao. writers y’all know what I'm talking about 😋

#the rainy weather is making me write fluff ew #malec #malectober #dani writes stuff

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moni26 · 7 months

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Nephilim 1201M, REDNAXELA (chapter 7) Fictober day 5 - “You’re the smartest person I know.” Malectober day 4 - Mold

Fanfiction Fandom: Shadowhunters (TV) Rating: Mature Pairings: Magnus Bane / Alec Lightwood Warnings: violence Summary: The nephilim were unkillable, because they couldn't get sick and couldn't be touched. That was one of the basic certainties in the Shadow World. They were a safe bet to call upon when in danger, even if a bit too ignorant and full of themselves.

Magnus had worked with them and spoken to them, rolled his eyes at them and occasionally engaged in verbal sparring. Nothing more, as they belonged in their own little closed off world.

He never planned to end up learning one's true name.

Neither did he know what he was supposed to do with it.

(The premise is very loosely inspired by a concept from The Inheritance Cycle book series)

Created for @fictober-event and @malectober

#fictober23 #malectober #malectober23 #shadowhunters #malec #fanfic

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cam-ryt · 1 year

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@malectober day 21.

Day 21 : Curse

Warnings : curse words

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« Holy fuck, get out of my way, you cunt ! »

« Alec !»

Magnus gasped loudly hearing the raw words coming out of his husband's pretty mouth. But the damages was done.

« Cunt ! » Max repeated cheerfully from the back seat of the car.

« Alexander Gideon Ligthwood Bane, you better watch your mouth before I wash it with soap when we arrive» Magnus threatened as he glanced in the rear view mirror to see his son chuckling and repeating the new word to himself.

It had taken them two weeks to get him to say "daddy" and only two days for him to learn "fuck". Alec could take credit for that.

«But it's not my fault if this f... stupid... man drives like a... Alec stopped when he saw the look Magnus threw at him. I don't wanna be late for Christmas, Izzy is gonna kill me. »

« Cursing to every conductors is not gonna make us move faster. Magnus replied. Everyone is in vacations and everyone is stuck in trafic just like us. Max doesn't need to learn new curse words today. »

« Cunt ! » The little boy repeated proudly to his fathers.

« Fine. » Alec sighed and reported his attention on the road.

Magnus turned around on its seat to look at their son.

« Max, please, don't say that. That's a ugly word. »

« Why ? » The boy whined in incomprehension.

« Because, there are words that we say that can hurt people. Magnus explained patiently. We don't want that, right ? »

The little boy shook his head.

« But why daddy can say it ? »

« Daddy can't. Magnus glanced at Alec, who rolled his eyes. And he's gonna apologize for using this type of words. »

« Really ?! » Alec mouthed at his husband with an outraged look on his face, but Magnus was quite serious. Oh my god, okay, I apologize. » He grumbled.

« Apologies accepted, daddy ! » Max smiled brightly, making Magnus chuckle.

The next ten minutes were quiet, Magnus was trying to make his grumpy husband relax by running his fingers through his hair as the car were still stuck in the traffic. Max seemed to think hard, his little brows furrowed on his face.

« But... He said, eventually breaking the silence. Can I say fuck ? »

#malectober #yeah because our pretty Alec swears a lot and Max doesn't have his ears in his pockets #malec #malec fanfic #alexander lightwood #magnus bane #max lightwood bane #shadowhunters tv #shadowhunters

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therealnuclearplatypus · 1 year

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MALECTOBER 2022 DAY 28—CUDDLE

@malectober

He felt him shift in his sleep, restless. Alec lay a hand over Magnus's chest, moving as he breathed, and whispered into the dark, "Magnus?"

He stirred again. "Mags. Wake up. It's just a nightmare. It isn't real."

Magnus woke up with a grunt and a gasp. "No!"

"Magnus!" Alec held him. "Hey, hey. It's okay. It was a dream. You're safe."

Magnus looked at him, wide-eyed and wild. "You're okay?"

"Yes," he reassured him softly. "I'm okay."

Magnus shuddered. "I—I dreamt—" He held Alec tighter. "I dreamt you were burning. And I couldn't do anything to stop it. Nobody could. My magic couldn't touch you. You were just—"

"I'm perfectly fine, sweetest." Alec caressed his cheek. "You're fine. We're fine."

They cuddled, soft and warm in the hush of the night. Alec felt honoured to be the one to see Magnus in these vulnerable moments, the one Magnus trusted to be with in those moments. The one Magnus chose to have beside him in such moments.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," Magnus muttered against his chest.

"Don't be," Alec replied. "As long as you're okay. That's all that matters."

"Mmm." Magnus made himself comfortable on Alec's chest. "Cuddle me."

Alec laughed. "Aren't I doing that already?"

"Cuddle me closer, asshole."

Alec laughed again and obliged. "You're lucky I love you."

"I know I am." Magnus flashed a sleepy grin at him. "Now shut up and let me sleep again."

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magnus-the-maqnificent · 2 years

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Something I'm finding really interesting about malectober is how people are interpreting the prompts vs what I intended.

Leather was supposed to be an angsty/whumpy prompt (As in Alec's shadowhunting leather gear). Y'all made it sexy.

Church was supposed to be a sexy prompt (as in these bitches had sex in a Church once). Y'all made it fluffy.

Coffee was supposed to be a fluffy prompt and yall. Somehow. Made it fucking angsty.

Obviously I'm not complaining but like. This is so interesting. I can't wait to see what comes next.

#malectober #malectober22

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carelessflower · 2 years

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Paradise For The Blue Dream - a Malec celebrity social media au

first promptfill for @malectober

+(1)BONUS

tag list (tell me if you wanna be removed or added): @magnus-the-maqnificent @literallytypogod @ukisteria @wildegremlin @steven--with-a-v @sociallyineptbibliophile @queenlilith43 @khaleesiofalicante @wandererbyheart @raziyekrooss @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @alexandergideonslightwood @awecwightwood @noah-herondale-lightwood @elettralightwood @dustandducks @deliciousdetectivestranger @delightfullyterrible @letsgofortacos @kita-no @15-dozen-ros3s @thelightofthebane @secrettryst @pocketoffeels

#malectober #malectober22 #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #magnus lightwood bane #alec lightwood bane #tsc #tmi #jace herondale #isabelle lightwood #clary fray #lily chen #leon verlac #incorrect twitter post

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malectober · 2 years

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Welcome to Malectober!!!

You’ve probably heard of events like inktober, flufftober and whumptober - month-long prompt based creative events in the month of October. Malectober is an attempt at one such event - but only for us malec-loving sweet-toothed cold-hearted hoes. (I say cold-hearted because we’re love angst to such an extent that it’s concerning. Y’all are very lovely people, honestly).

Anyway, some base rules of the event -

There’s no signups, no official stuff - this is an all-you-can-create buffet. You can do this from start to finish, you can start somewhere in the middle, or even give up after two prompts.

There will be 31 prompts, one for each day of the event. All are simple, one word prompts, which may or may not be associated with Malec.

Speaking of Malec, this event is both for book!malec and show!malec. We don’t discriminate here 😇

You can create ANYTHING - write a fic, make headcanons, draw, make an edit, or a playlist, or a gifset, even a picrew if it fancies you 😘

NSFW content is allowed - as long as you tag everything accordingly and put it under a cut. Same goes for gore, whump, etc. Any and all types of content are allowed.

And lastly, have fun, and let others have fun :)

Prompt list, instructions about posting, and a little something else will be coming on September 25th. Until then, if you have any questions, ask away 😘

#malectober #malectober 2022 #malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #lightwood banes #tsc #tmi #tec #shtv #shadowhunters

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lazinesswrites · 6 months

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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Hey look, it’s a ‘tober fill for day… 7? Shh, I’m doing them out of order, okay. Have a little Malec-fluff for @malectober day 7: Winter. Read it here, or on Ao3 ❤

There’s a curious tendency Alec has noticed, in the years since he first got access to the Institute’s sensor data and the like. It’s not something really important, or at least he knows the Clave won’t find it particularly important or helpful, so he’s never taken his discovery any further than his own quiet musings. He doesn’t technically have solid proof for his theory either; it still could be just coincidence, although he doubts it, as he has seen the same tendency every fall and winter for years now: Without fail, every time a major snowfall blows in, demon activity drops to almost zero, from a few hours before, to hours and sometimes days after. One time, the whole Institute had managed something like a Mundane Christmas holiday, because the snow had kept demons away for almost two weeks.

Of course, Alec doesn’t know that the demons stay away because of the snow, just that there’s a correlation between demon activity and the presence of snow. His theory is that the demons, made in and for the very warm realms of Hell, avoid the cold as much as they can.

There are exceptions, of course, such as demons being summoned, whether by accident or purpose, and the odd ice-demon from one of the few colder Hell realms finding its way to New York, away from the more… permanently cold areas of the world they normally terrorize. But those are typically minor incidents, leaving the winter months slow, and on days like today—well, for once, Alec has no qualms whatsoever about taking an unscheduled day off to stay right where he is: On the couch with Magnus, in front of the fireplace that may or may not be around in the summer, but is a permanent fixture of their loft in the winter months, in various configurations.

It's that special kind of quiet that only comes with a heavy blanket of snow outside; something jazzy is playing soft and low from Magnus’ gramophone (ostensibly – the gramophone itself may be mostly for show, the music from somewhere else entirely; Alec doesn’t know, nor does he particularly care at the moment), and they’re snuggled together under a soft blanket, Magnus with his back against the armrest, and Alec lying back against his chest. There are two cups of half-drunk cocoa on the end table. Magnus has a book in one hand, the other playing absentmindedly with Alec’s hair. Alec was reading too, but has let the book rest open in his lap, content to just let the day go slowly by, warm from the fire and his husband’s arms around him.

#malectober #Shadowhunters #malec #malec fic #Alec Lightwood #Magnus Bane #prompt: winter #fluff

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i-have-not-slept · 2 years

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Malectober Day 25: Button

“Fuck.” Alec muttered, staring down at the plastic button in his hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Of all the times a button could come off his jacket, it had to be today. Today, when he had a meeting with the board of directors to present his new shares report. And of course today was the day he’d worn a jacket with only one button. The dress code at his workplace was ridiculously strict, and Alec knew that going in there like this would not be acceptable.

Desperately, he scanned the busy city street, looking for any place that might help him. He had half an hour before the meeting… but if by some miracle…

There. A small, fairly discreet shop with an overhead sign saying BANE’S TAILORING. Alec felt a small stab of hope. Maybe they’d be able to help him. He darted across the street, stopping outside the store. Smaller letters over the door proclaimed it to be a GENTLEMEN’S TAILOR AND ALTERATIONS SERVICE. Perfect. Alec ducked inside, jingling the bell over the door.

The inside of the shop was cool and smelled faintly of jasmine. Under Alec’s feet was a red carpet that had once been plush, but was now slightly threadbare. Antique wood paneling covered the walls. The whole space had the feel of somewhere lavish but slightly rundown.

Along the far wall stretched a large oak desk with a dark green marble surface, and now a man stepped out from a back room to stand behind it. He was tall, as tall as Alec, and handsome, with sharp cheekbones and a warm smile. His eyes were an unusual shade of golden brown, like sunlight through dark honey. He wore an expensive-looking purple suit, complete with a lemon yellow pocket square. He smiled brightly at Alec.

“Hello.” His voice low and rich, with an accent Alec column’t quite place. “How can I help you today?”

“Uh.” Alec said. Caught up in studying the man, he’d briefly forgotten why he’d entered the shop. He remembered the button, and came forward to the desk. “Hi. I uh— I just lost a button off my jacket, and I have this really important meeting at work, and uh— I know I don’t have an appointment or anything, but um, I just wondered if you’d— if you’d be able to sew it back on. Or something. I’ll pay whatever you think is fair.” he added in a rush.

The store owner raised an eyebrow, seeming amused by Alec’s word vomit. “Of course. It would be my pleasure. Bring it here.”

Alec laid the button on the counter in front of him. The man smiled at him. “I’ll need your jacket as well, darling.”

Alec felt himself blush. “Oh. Uh. Yeah. Of course.” Feeling like an idiot, he shrugged off his jacket and laid it down beside the button.

The store owner ran his long brown fingers over the loose threads in the jacket where the button had been. “No problem at all, just a simple repair job.” He glanced up at Alec, with that intriguing smile again. “What’s your name, anyway? I’m Magnus.”

“Alec.” Alec told him. He found himself smiling back.

“Well, Alec, this should only take a few minutes,” Magnus told him, pulling a box of thread spools out from under the counter. “Feel free to look around while you wait.”

Alec did so, glancing around the room. It was full of fancy-looking suits displayed on mannequins, shelves of neatly folded shirts, and racks of ties. Absently, he wandered further into the shop, discovering that there was another room off the main one. Alec stepped inside, and his eyes widened. The room was a riot of colour and sparkles. Sequined evening dresses in a dozen different colours hung from the far wall. Fluffy tulle underskirts hung from the ceiling like brightly coloured clouds, in shades of pink, blue, yellow, peach, lavender. There was a large shelf of shoes, platform heels and pumps and stilettos. Everything shone or glittered or gleamed so that Alec was nearly overwhelmed.

He stepped back into the main room. Magnus was carefully working a needle through the material of Alec’s jacket. He glanced up again and smiled at Alec. “See anything you like?”

Alec gestured vaguely to the next room. “I thought… I mean, your sign says that you’re a gentleman's tailor.”

Magnus raised his eyebrows. “We are a men’s tailoring service, darling.”

Alec opened his mouth again, and then stopped. He looked into the other room again, seeing suddenly how the cut of the dresses was….different, how the high heels were rather larger than women’s sizes. His face felt suddenly hot. “Oh.”

“Yes.” Magnus confirmed, his eyes sparking mischievously. “I’m not much into drag myself— well, nothing more than the odd pair of fishnets and heels— but a lot of my friends are, and they have the devil of a time trying to find clothes that fit. So I expanded my business to accommodate their needs.”

Alec’s face was burning. He didn’t know what to say, and the words fishnets and heels were spinning around inside his brain. “That’s uh— that’s really— really nice of you.” He turned away and pretended to be examining a rack of shirts as a form of escape. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Magnus grin as he bent over his work again.

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Magnus was having an unexpectedly good time. When the handsome stranger had stumbled into his shop, helplessly clutching a button, Magnus had been briefly dazzled by how stunningly attractive he was. He knew it was inappropriate to be checking out his customers, but god, that dark hair, and those eyes. He waited as the man— Alec— pulled off his jacket and laid it on the counter. Magnus grabbed his sewing kit and sat on the tall stool he used for quick repair jobs. It was the work of a moment to find a reel of thread that matched the colour of the jacket, and he began stitching. Magnus watched Alec surreptitiously as he worked. The grey suit and pale blue shirt looked good on him— Magnus suspected that the dark-haired stranger would look good in anything— but he couldn’t help thinking that a pop of colour in his clothes would make his skin and hair stand out beautifully.

With a twinge of regret, he reflected that Alec was probably straight, based on his reaction to the dresses and heels in Magnus’s other room. He spoke teasingly, almost testing the other man, and didn’t miss the way Alec’s eyes lingered on his face and hands. Nor did he miss the way Alec blushed hotly at Magnus’s comment about fishnets and heels.

Hmmm. Perhaps he’d been too hasty to dismiss Alec as straight.

Magnus finished stitching on the button and snipped off the excess thread. Alec was still studying the shelves, his attention turned away from him. Magnus considered for a second. He thought of the way Alec’s eyes had roamed over him, curious and surprised and maybe a tiny bit interested. Should he do it?

Magnus took a deep breath and went for it. Grabbing a piece of paper, he quickly wrote his number, before scrawling, Call me any time you need another button sewn on. —Magnus. He slipped the scrap of paper into the pocket of Alec’s jacket and straightened up.

“All done!” he announced. “Good as new.”

Alec turned to face him, relief obvious in his face. “Oh, thank you so much. You’re an absolute lifesaver. How much do I owe you?”

Magnus waved his hand breezily. “Nothing. It was my pleasure.”

Alec began to protest, but Magnus waved him away. “Really, darling, it was nothing.”

“Oh.” said Alec shyly. “Thanks. That’s— really kind of you.

Magnus grinned. If Ragnor, his old business professor, was here, he’d scold Magnus for giving away his services for free. But Ragnor wasn’t here, and Magnus’s store was doing well enough that he could afford to give five minutes of his time to a handsome stranger. “You’re very welcome, darling.” He noted that the word darling caused Alec’s cheeks to flush again, and felt a spark of delight in his chest.

Alec shrugged his jacket on, and Magnus admired the way his shoulders moved under the material. “Thanks again.”

Magnus beamed at him. “Hope to see you again sometime.”

Alec smiled, a small and embarrassed smile, but genuine. The shop bell jingled faintly behind him as he left.

Magnus leaned forward on his desk, toying absently with a reel of cotton. He wondered how long it would take Alec to find the bit of paper in his pocket. Something told Magnus he would call, and he smiled. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something wonderful.

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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 2 years

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Alec enters the loft and sighs tiredly. He puts his weapons on the rack next to the door and strolls inside towards the living room.

He runs his hands through his hair in frustration, knowing that he’s late home again and that everyone was probably already asleep.

It’s been happening a lot recently and Alec hates not being able to find time for his family.

He finds Magnus sleeping on the couch, Rafael cuddled against his chest while Max lays with Chairman in his arms.

The sight automatically releases all the tension from his body and his lips curl upwards.

Sometimes the boys stay up late waiting for him. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Alec bends down and scratches Chairman behind his ear and the cat takes the opportunity to escape Max’s hold and runs inside the room. He picks up Max in his arms and takes him to his bed.

“Night, Blue.” Alec kisses his forehead softly, mindful of his horns and goes back outside to get Rafael.

Magnus starts shuffling slightly as he tries to get Rafael out of his hold.

The boy clings to him tightly and rests his head on Alec’s shoulder. He blinks when Alec puts him to bed.

“Daddy?”

Alec tucks his curls behind his ears and smiles at him. “Hi, buddy.”

“You’re late again.” Rafael mumbles in his sleep and shift closer to him.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Alec returns a slightly sad smile.

“Bapak says sometimes sorry isn’t enough.” Rafael states. “You need actions.”

Alec chuckles lightly at that. “Alright. How do you want me to apologise?”

Rafael doesn’t even think before replying. “Ice cream?”

He shakes his head fondly at the little menace. “I see, Bapak’s teaching you all kinds of things behind my back.”

“Only the right things”, Magnus says and Alec turns to see the perfectly innocent smile on his face. “Ice cream does cure everything.”

They are menaces and Alec wouldn’t trade this for the world.

“Alright. I will apologise properly with ice cream tomorrow. But it’s way past your bed time so you need to sleep now.” Alec covers Rafael with the comforter.

His son gives him a binding smile. “Okay. Goodnight daddy. Goodnight Bapak.”

Magnus sends a flying kiss to him. “Night, sweetheart.”

Alec lingers in the room for another five minutes, just looking at his son before leaving the room.

“Hi.”

He crosses the distance in three steps and falls against Magnus’s strong chest.

“Hi.”

Magnus wraps his arms around and starts rubbing his back gently.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

Alec hides his face in the crook of Magnus’s neck and murmurs. “I’m late again.”

His husband pulls back slightly and holds his face in his hands and—Alec can feel the coldness from the rings but he melts into the touch regardless. “It’s alright, darling. I know things have been stressful lately. The boys understand.”

He doesn’t want his boys to understand the dangerous realities of their world. He wants Rafael and Max to be annoying and insufferable like they are most of the time.

Alec wants them to be kids for as long as they want. He doesn’t want them to grow up the way he had to.

He huffs lightly. “This is all your fault.”

“How?”

“You should’ve stopped me from becoming the Consul.”

Magnus snorts at that. “Hmmm. A grave error in my judgement. And what would you have done if not become the Consul?”

Alec thinks for a second. “I would’ve made a great house-husband.”

His husband laughs and closes the remaining distance to bring their mouths together. “There’s still time to quit.”

He doesn’t reply to that, too busy slipping his tongue inside Magnus’s mouth and tasting him, running his hands in the other man’s hair.

His traitorous stomach grumbles then and Alec knows he’s going to get a lecture.

“Have you not eaten anything?”

He returns a sheepish smile. “I was busy.”

“Alexander!”

Alec kisses him to shut him up and he feels Magnus relax into it. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Is it working?” He murmurs.

Magnus rolls his eyes at him. “What do you think?”

Alec grins at him. “You’re weak Bane.”

“Shut up.” Magnus remarks and finally pulls back. “Okay what do you want to eat? Thai food from that place next lane? Or some pasta?”

He thinks for a second. He’s not really hungry but he knows that Magnus will not let him sleep without eating.

“Will you make your special grilled cheese sandwiches for me?” He puckers his lips.

Magnus raises an eyebrow at him. “You want me to cook?”

“Yes.”

“You want your gorgeous husband to cook for you at 2 am instead of summoning food which would be so much easier?”

Alec nods again. “Yep.”

“You used to be nice like five years ago. I want that Alec back, not this one who’s making me work in the middle of the night.“

Alec wraps his arms around Magnus’s neck and chuckles. “Come on. You make the best sandwiches.”

“I feel like you have some ulterior motive here.” Magnus remarks suspiciously.

He kisses Magnus’s cheeks. “Fine. If you summon food, it’ll be here in three seconds and then I’ll be too full and go to sleep.” He points out. “But making sandwiches will take you atleast half an hour since you’ll be dancing and singing in between. I just want to spend some time with you. I feel like I haven’t really seen you in the past two weeks.”

Magnus’s eyes soften immediately and he pulls him again for a lingering kiss. “You’re so full of shit Alexander.“

“What?” He chuckles.

“You know being sappy always gets you everything from me. Stop being cute at 2 am.”

“Is that a yes?” He asks cheekily.

“Everyone thinks all the pouting and blackmail, the boys have learnt from me. But it’s all you, Alexander.” Magnus announces.

And well, it’s kind of true.

Alec has mastered the art of pouting in the past few years.

He just shrugs his shoulders in response.

“Go change and come to the kitchen.”

He pushes one hand up in the air in victory and Magnus snorts at that.

“Dork.”

Alec takes a quick shower and walks back to the kitchen, smiling automatically as he notices the soft music playing in the room.

Magnus doesn’t need any devices to listen to music but he still likes playing songs on the vinyl.

He sits on the seat infront of the counter and stares at Magnus.

“You’re just going to sit there and stare at me.“

“Yep.”

“You’re not going to help me at all?” Magnus turns and asks.

“Nope. I like the view from here.” Alec says ogling his husband’s ass.

“I married a ridiculous man.”

“Hmmm. You can’t get out of it now.”

“Who says I can’t?” Magnus starts swaying to the music.

“I made marriage between shadowhunters and downworlders legal, baby. I can pass another law that criminalises divorce.” Alec announces.

Magnus turns and there’s so much fond exasperation on his face.

“You would force people to stay in marriages just for your own personal gain?” His husband chuckles.

“To keep you stuck with me forever? Definitely.” He replies.

Magnus picks up some cilantro from nearby and throws it at his face. “You are so full of shit.”

“I’m just being honest, baby.” He states. “Sorry but you’ll have to stay in this marriage forever.”

The warlock slides the sandwich on a plate and puts it infront of Alec. “Sounds horrible but you’re right. The law is hard but it is the law.” He grins at him.

“Exactly.”

Magnus rolls his eyes affectionately at him. He leans over the counter to kiss him again. “Stop talking shit and eat your sandwich.”

-If you think Alec wouldn’t pass an anti-divorce law just to keep Magnus stuck with him forever, you are wrong Sir.

@malectober

#also magnus is a great cook he just hates cooking #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malectober

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