i would not be
who i am today
had i not gotten lost
so long ago
in the spaces between
times new roman font
each letter curled, at its ends
as if to hook me
and hold onto me;
to keep me safe.
beneath dust jackets
and underneath yellowing pages
this is where
i made myself
yay i’m finally glad to be able to share a summary of my work for a redesign of beauty & the beast this term from color & story! this project would have never come to its completion without the help and wealth of wisdoms from celine and grace as well!! the project is not perfect, but i had a lot of fun getting to reimagine my story. for the style and setting, i looked to inspiration from the kazakh peoples of mongolia and ancient chinese dynasties for patterning and architecture! i poured a lot of love into designing my characters for this project so i hope you can enjoy looking through it as much as i enjoyed working on it!
Guess what came in today?? @goddamnchou‘s Sugar with the amazing cover by Pandanoi! I’m so glad I didnt forget to order one before it’s out of store, because I love that fic to pieces…It’s Fluff, Feels, Smut and…Daddy in all the right amounts :> The Eruris themselves did take a look too:
Here I am again with a list too long for those who are Malec Trash.
Since this fandom loves drama (the unnecesary one) this list contains lots of that, with tears, angst, happy endings and everything in between in these Malec writing goodies, that hopefully can appeased those who wants drama and those who really are looking for good fanfiction to bear this hiatus.
And all the love to these amazing writers that can bring everything above and more with just a few words and make you sit still until the end of the chapter and make you want more
My stalking skills are a little rusty and there’s a few authors that I could’t find their blog. So, for whoever read this and knows the author and tag them, that would be very much appreciated.
Alec took a sip of his coffee as he
tapped on the message inbox and nearly spat it back out again at the sight that
greeted him. He had to be dreaming, hallucinating, because that…that wasn’t
Mark’s name at the top. Alec blinked a few times, even put down his coffee to
pinch himself, but nothing changed. It still wasn’t Mark’s name.
It was Magnus’.
He’d sent the message to Magnus Bane.
He’d sent a flirty shirtless picture to his boss.
“They’re really good” finally turning to
face the barista Magnus feels his mouth go dry. The man behind the counter is
gorgeous: pink lips, cheekbones slightly flushed, mesmerizing hazel eyes,
surely a model on the side…maybe he could model Magnus’ clothes, or, model
his suddenly inspired underwear collection. He’ll have to get right on that.
Everyone who worked at and frequented
J&L Coffee knew two things for sure. The first was that Simon under no
circumstances should be allowed anywhere near the expensive coffee machines
unless they wanted to destroy the coffee shop. The second was that the
beautiful glittery man that sat in the front corner of the shop every day
sketching and the dark-haired boy who sat in the back corner reading (and
happened to be Isabelle the barista’s brother) were made for each other.
Also known as: the one where Magnus and
Alec have been pining over each other across a crowded coffee shop for eight
months and Isabelle is tired of it.
Magnus Bane is one of the most well respected and
loved professors at Edom Hall University, but although he adores his students
and fellow faculty, he likes to keep his private life …private. The mystery
surrounding his life intrigues everyone at the University but the intrigue
picks up to another level with the arrival of flowers one day.
The fact that it took as long as it did for Jace to
hear Magnus’ ringtone for Alec was surprising. After all, the blonde
Shadowhunter had been living in the loft for well over a month before it
He had tried. When he was nearer Clary’s
age, he had not held back in his efforts to be wooed, but whenever the
courtship took its turn for the serious and permanent, Magnus would retreat,
realizing he felt empty inside in regards to the suitor. And he would not
settle for emptiness. He yearned for genuine, overwhelming, inescapable love,
like the heroines and heroes of the novels he consumed. Why sentence oneself to
a life absent of magic? But Magnus was learning, after years of lackluster
options, that the magic he sought, in his world anyway, was nowhere to be
In other words, Pride and Prejudice
drenched in glitter.
Even before arriving at the house where Clary and
Alec had gone to meet the Warlock that was supposed to be bringing back their
mother, Jace could tell that something was very wrong.
Note: this fic is HEAVY. The contain of it is not for everyone. First of all, it has male pregnancy, a lot of angst, torture at some point, discussion of abortion, rape not described but it’s there, I think there’s panic attacks at some point. I feel obliged to say it because anyone can see this post and feel triggered for this. I put it in here, anyway, because this fic is worth it, because the author makes it bearable and for me, the author is cautios for some topics in the fic. For those who can’t really digest this kind of fics, don’t even click it, please, just keep scrolling and find a fic that you really like, and for those who knows the author and knows the writings, I really suggest to give it a chance because it was very well written.
Magnus could tell
something was wrong with Alec from the moment he touched his elbow outside of
the Institute. He could feel the tremors that shook his body. He knew Alec
needed someone to take care of him, and even though he was momentarily
distracted by Alec’s declaration of love, he was going to make sure he took
care of the man he loved.
Alec is pretty sure
someone, or something, is stalking him. He just isn’t sure if it’s an innocent
kitten, or something a bit more malicious than that.
In this world, Alec is the one to find their pet
cat and bring it home to Magnus.
“It’s Alec Lightwood,” He finally said,
after another moment of hesitation. Then, both sets of puppy eyes were locked
on Magnus once again and waiting for his answer.
More than a few customers turned to look at the outburst as both boys pulled
away from Magnus and simultaneously cried, “But Papa!”
Magnus Bane liked to believe he was a
good father, but there were just some requests that one could not grant their
kids. For instance, a good dad wouldn’t let their child crawl into a lion’s
cage to pet the furry kitty. Alternatively, a good dad also wouldn’t bring
their kids to a cooking class taught by the angriest chef on the Food Network.
When agent Alec
Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect much trouble. Of
course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful assassin who lands him in a
whole load of trouble.
Enter Magnus Bane: an assassin turned thief who
reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The Clave - after he pisses off a very
important and powerful crime boss, Valentine Morgenstern.
In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the
two put aside their differences and work together?
Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus,
doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really).
Enemies to friends to lovers.
The risk of his heart
in Magnus’s hands is worth it, compared to the risk that would lie in keeping
it hidden. He trusts Magnus with it more than himself, and he needs him to
know; even if it’s a bad idea. The risk of Magnus not knowing is worse than the
risk of it being out in the open.
Alec Lightwood isn’t
the most social person in the world, but his new neighbor is ridiculously
attractive so he makes an effort. It’s too bad Magnus seems to think that Alec
is married to his best friend.
But one thing they could never seem to
fix was how often they got interrupted whenever they did have time to spend
together. It seemed as if no one in the entire shadow world could function
without dragging Magnus and Alec into their problems.
So that’s what this vacation had been
about, three weeks away, just the two of them.
homeschooled all his life, and unintentionally sheltered, Magnus Bane has to
navigate his way through American Highschool. He goes in thinking the worse
possible scenarios, and quickly learns that not everything you see in movies is
true. Sometimes the unexpected happens, and magnus soon realizes he has fallen
for one of the most popular guys in school, and it might not be as one sided as
Magnus knew something
wasn’t right the moment he heard the telltale sound of Isabelle Lightwood’s
distinctive heels on Raphael’s slate floor. If she had hurt his dear Alexander,
she was about to wish she had never returned to this apartment.
Alec had once been told
that he would blow up the very ground he stood on to make things right. If that
was true, why did he feel as though the ground below him was disintegrating at
the same rapid pace as the relationships he once held dearly.
A year before, they didn’t even know
each other. Then there was this hookup app, and months where they thought they
could be "just fuck buddies”. Things went downhill. Things went
Now, it’s been months since Magnus Bane
(head of Bane Co.) and Alec Lightwood (kind of officially a lawyer) finally
figured their shit out and started a healthy relationship. Now it’s Valentine’s
Day and their relationship is put in danger as they compete to out romance each
Based on the cheesy line “I’ve
caught feelings. I hear it’s contagious. We should both be quarantined in bed
all day.” Literally nothing but self-indulgent fluff.
Alec and Magnus come
out by kissing each other on the ice, but the media takes it in a way they
3 +1 times the media got it wrong and the one
time they made sure the media understood
“God, you two are so in love it’s
disgusting,” Jace said, breaking the short silence. He and Izzy grinned as they
waited for Alec to blush and stammer his way through a denial, as Alec always
did when he was confronted about his feelings for the warlock.
They were stunned into silence when all
Alec did was look back at where Magnus left, smile softly, and nod in
When Alec starts to
question why Magnus so rarely initiates contact, the powerful warlock and
Alec’s own siblings are put on the spot. It’s a conversation a long time coming
but is Magnus ready to have it? And can Alec handle the answer he receives?
This was just all so new, Magnus and he,
Alec was nervous but excited to see where it would go. How in the hell was he
ever suppose to ever get some alone time with Magnus with
Jace-the-constant-mood-killer-Wayland as an unwanted houseguest? The story of
how Alec Lightwood tries but doesn’t always succeed in moving his and Magnus’s
relationship to the next step.
‘Alexander…’ Magnus whispered, his
breath hot in Alec’s ear. ‘Tell me if you want me to stop.’ Stop? If Alec
wasn’t so far gone he might have actually laughed at the thought. Alec gave a
quick nod of understanding before pulling Magnus’s mouth back to his, pretty
sure he felt the Warlock smiling against his lips.
One-shot set post episode 2.06 Malec
trying to get it on with Jace cockblocking all over the shop.
Fairchild’s bakery is a second home to
not just Magnus, but also to most of his found-family. As a pastry chef, he
works long hours and takes great pride in his craft – so much so that he has
little time or attention for much else. Least of all romance. After plenty of
experience with heartbreak and disappointment, he has come to expect the worst
from anything in that department, and the arrival of the wealthy Lightwoods in
the neighborhood isn’t about to change that. Especially not when their eldest
son might just be the most insufferable prick Magnus has ever met, no matter what
anyone else has to say about the guy.
(aka the Pride & Prejudice/bakery AU
no one asked for)
Today you’re supposed to meet up with your friend, Bonnie at The Grill. You arrived there before she did, so you decided to sit at the bar. Sadly, after 20 minutes of waiting, she texts you saying:
‘Sorry, Y/N. Something came up with Jeremy. I’ll make it up to you.’
You sighed after the reading the text because you were looking forward to hanging out with Bonnie since you haven’t seen her in weeks. “I’m already here, I might as well have a drink or two.” You thought to yourself.
“I got this round. Get me the usual.” Damon demands to the bartender, sitting at the stool to your right.
“Thanks, Damon.” You smiled at Damon.
“Yup.” He popped his lips. “So what brings you here, being a loner and all?”
“Bonnie bailed on me.” You replied.
“Witches.” Damon rolled his eyes, then picked up his drink to cheers with you. You couldn’t lie though, Damon is very attractive with that crisp jaw line and gorgeous blue eyes, but, as your hybrid friend, Klaus once said, he’s an ‘arse’.
From the corner of your eye, you see Klaus and Kol enter The Grill. He saw you from afar and decided to give you a wave.
Oh, Niklaus Mikaelson. Something about him intrigued you. You couldn’t lie to yourself that overtime, you grew some sort of feelings for this hybrid of a man. The Mikaelson’s mansion was a place you visited regularly to hang out with one of your best friends, Rebekah. Weirdly, whenever Klaus was home, it made you happy. Sometimes, he even made you nervous. Although he is a “bad boy” to most, he was always kind to you.
Instead of sitting at a table or walking towards the bar, Klaus and Kol went straight to the pool table. It bummed you out a little because you’d rather be hanging out with them instead of Damon. You didn’t want to seem desperate by going up to them, so you just stayed where you were.
20 minutes later…
The past 20 minutes consisted of drinking two more rounds with Damon. By this time, you were already feeling a bit tipsy. Every couple of minutes, your eyes would wander to see what Klaus was up to.
Damon received a call on his phone from Alaric, so he excused himself to the bathroom to take the call. Again, you couldn’t resist so you looked again to see was Klaus was doing. It was perfect timing (sarcastically) because some random girl comes up to him to talk. From your view, she sat up on the edge of the pool table chatting with Klaus, while he stood about 2 feet away, grinning at her. It did make you quite jealous because you wanted to be in her spot right now. Being the human that you are, you wished you had vampire hearing so that you could hear what they were talking about.
Damon returns which gave you the idea to boost your self esteem a little. Yes, it’s wrong to use people, but this is Damon we’re talking about here. No harm done.
“So, where were we?” He sat down in his original spot, smirking while raising a brow. In response, you started twirling a piece of hair with your finger. The alcohol was already getting to the both of you, so everything was somewhat a blur right now. “Oh yeah. That pretty little number you’re wearing is very…tempting.” Damon gave you the elevator look.
“Oh is it?” With your elbow leaning on the counter top, you rested your chin on your hand, slowly inching yourself closer to Damon. Damon notices so he scoots over closer to you, then starts slowly rubbing his hand on your thigh.
One more round later and you found Damon holding your hand to guide you to his car. You failed to walk with balance, but you didn’t care because you were drunk. What you didn’t realize is that Klaus noticed you leave The Grill with Damon, with knowledge of what that is going to lead to.
Luckily for you, you still had your morals. Although it was tempting at first, you didn’t let the alcohol get to your head by sleeping with Damon. So instead, you had a bright idea to have some fun by blasting music while dancing around the living room with Damon. He respected your change of plan and was up for whatever you wanted to do.
Sadly, it wasn’t long until your fun ended because it awoke Stephen which led to him shutting down your two person party. Damon turned off the music, then you both made your way to his bedroom, taking two glasses and a decanter filled with liquor with you.
“No sex alright?” You chuckled, setting the glasses and decanter on the nightstand. After that, you removed a few articles of clothing, leaving your shirt, bra and panties on.
“Fine by me. Go ahead and get your cuddle on.” Damon removed his shirt and pants, then covered the lower half of his body with his blanket.
You sat up on the bed, then reached over to pour yourself a glass of liquor.
The next couple of hours led to the both of you talking about your life, his vampire life. Still being a little drunk, you even brought up your little crush on Klaus. If you were sober, you wouldn’t have.
“Klaus?” Damon looked at you confused. “That dude’s a murdering maniac.”
You rolled your eyes at Damon. “And you are?” I mean you had a point. Damon isn’t an angel and neither is Stefan. Stefan had his ‘Ripper’ phase.
“Touche.” Damon scowled, then got up to point at the empty glass and decanter on the nightstand for you to hand to him. After he filled ¼ of his glass, he raised his glass to cheers with you. “A toast.”
“For?” You questioned.
“A fun, sex-less night.” He chugged his glass. You let out a laugh as a response before chugging yours. “You know. You’re not too shabby. Tonight was fun.” Damon added on.
After about an hour of non stop chit chatting, you fell asleep in Damon’s bed. The following morning, Damon was still asleep, so you put on the rest of your clothes and your shoes, then headed home to freshen up and make yourself brunch.
The food you cooked left you satisfied, so you spent the next couple of hours watching Netflix. Eventually, you got bored so you texted Rebekah to let her know that you’re stopping by to hang out.
You got inside your car and still no word from Rebekah, but you oh well, you had your own key copy to The Mikaelson’s mansion, so you headed there anyways.
16 minutes later you arrived, parking your car on the large driveway. Before entering the home, your phone vibrated, so you pulled it out of your purse to see a text from Rebekah:
‘I’m on my way home from the store. I’ll be there soon.’
Entering the home it was silent and the first person you saw was Klaus resting on the couch drawing. He didn’t look up to say hi to you at all. You figured he was just too caught up in his drawing that he wasn’t aware of his surroundings, so you made your presence known saying, “Hi Nik.”
Nothing. Not a word came out of his mouth. It was obvious by now that he was giving you the cold shoulder, so you tried again to get a peep out of him by walking up closer to him, waving your hand in front of you at your eyes’ view. “Hello?”
“Oh hey.” Niklaus replied sternly. But still, he didn’t look up to make eye contact with you, he just kept his eyes at his drawings.
You put your hands on your hips, looking at him in confusion. “Okay seriously, whats going on. Are you mad at me?” After knowing Klaus for months now, you already knew that whenever he is drawing or painting, he doesn’t act this standoffish, he’s normally more talkative with you.
Klaus took a deep breath in, then stood up, leaving his drawing on the couch. By the looks of it, he looked like he was ready to snap at you, but instead he put his bad temper aside, leaving a sly grin on his face. “Well. I’m not mad, love.” You sighed in relief to his response, then he added, “but I am disappointed in you just a tad.”
You crossed your arms in front of your chest. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh. Well. I don’t know. Maybe going home with Damon doing god knows what.”
“Wait what?” You glared. “First of all, I didn’t even sleep with Damon. And second of all, why does it matter if I go home with another man?”
Klaus didn’t respond. Instead, he glanced up at the ceiling then looked back at you. It irritated you, so you decided to add on, “And you shouldn’t be the one to talk. You were also having the time of your life with that brunette last night.” You’re right though. How come Klaus is all of a sudden making it his business? You were wondering what he was up to with this.
“I wasn’t, actually. I was just being a nice lad to the girl.” Klaus walked up closer to you. “And I might even hate myself for saying this.”
“Okay, now you’re confusing me.” You tilted your head, putting your hands back at your hips.
“I don’t know how and I don’t know what it is about you, love.” Klaus lowered his voice, making it sound crisp and soothing. Then, he walked up even closer with his face being just inches away from yours. You didn’t know where he was going with this, so you just stood there speechless, giving him the spotlight. “To my surprise and to yours, I’ve grown quite fond of you, Y/N.”
Your eyes widened and butterflies started making their way into your stomach. “You what?” Is he saying what you think he’s saying?
Niklaus wrapped his hands around your upper arms, then continued with his little speech, “If your feelings don’t match mine, that’s alright, love. I know that it’s hard for a fine lady like yourself to have mutual feelings for a monster like me. But I had the need to tell you.” You can see the sadness in his eyes after saying his part.
He let go of the weight of his hands around your arms and let it fall, then he quickly looked away then looked back at you once he heard a peep out of your mouth.
“You know what?” You said, softening your tone of voice to express your feelings.
“What?” Klaus asked.
You rested both of your hands on Klaus’s chest, then made direct eye contact with him. “You don’t understand how long I’ve felt this way. I was too afraid to tell you because I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same. I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we already had.” It felt as if a huge weight has been lifted off of your shoulders, and to your relief, you were overjoyed that Klaus feels the same way about you.
“Well that’s just peachy then, sweetheart.” Klaus smiled, then grabbed both of your hands to slowly kiss at them both, making you blush.
The timing was hilariously perfect because in walks in Rebekah from the front door, struggling with her shopping bags, looking confused as ever seeing you and Klaus standing way too close to each other. You and Klaus just froze. To the both of you, it felt like you guys got caught making out in front of your parents or something.
Rebekah instantly sensed that something was going on, so she stopped what she was doing and asked, “What are you two doing?”
Does anyone else ever have the experience where your daydreams are, like…… off if you’re not in the right place? For me, my daydreams are always the best and most enthralling when I’m at home. When I’m at my dorm, though, they almost feel wrong. I don’t even know if I’m making any sense I need to go to sleep now omg