“Stop hogging all the blankets!” Kibum finally grumbled as he pulled the duvet back over to his side of the bed.
It was a bitter night in January and someone, Kibum *cough,* had booked the wrong room for a short layover in Canada. The air in the room was cold and dry despite the heater being on in the corner, blasting heat that seemed to dissipate before it reached the two in bed. It was no surprise that Kibum was getting the short end of the stick, especially with Minho’s impressive ability to pull the blankets away from him in his sleep.
Despite Kibum’s burst of frustration, Minho snored away, just to spite him. When the two were younger, this wouldn’t have been as big of a deal. To save money after their debut, the members had often shared beds but that was nearly ten years ago. Ten long years had passed and each member grew to enjoy the personal space they received when traveling. The ability to stretch out after a long day of travel was always a priority for the five men.
Kibum genuinely wondered how the others were doing. As he imagined the others sleeping snug in their beds, he realized he must have been the only one struggling. Given their history, Jonghyun and Taemin were most likely spooning in their bed, as close as can be. Kibum scoffed a little at the thought. The two boys were clearly in love, the whole group and staff knew it, so how come they couldn’t? When he thought to Jinki and the manager, he knew they both slept like rocks, so there was no way they were fighting over a duvet.
Groaning, Kibum tried to get warmer by curling into a tight ball around the only portion of the blanket he had. This portion was only a small corner of the blanket that barely covered his legs while the rest of his body remained exposed. Minho’s snoring stopped abruptly and soon the man behind Kibum was shifting in his sleep, rolling over with the blankets tangled between his legs.
Kibum couldn’t take it anymore and kicked Minho, “wake up!” he said, looking at Minho’s half-naked form that moved and groaned at his kick. “I swear to god Minho, you better wake up or I’ll push you off the bed!” He sounded so sure, but he wasn’t even sure of his capabilities yet.
Minho rolled over to be facing Kibum and cracked his eyes open, squinting into the dark to see Kibum’s fuzzy frame, He focused on his face. “What do you want Kibum?” he mumbled, his voice scratchy and magically deeper than normal.
“I want my blankets back!” Kibum responded in a much more awake voice than Minho had.
Minho looked down at the blankets around him for a few moments, as if he was contemplating how to untangle himself from the blankets. Kibum moved to help Minho, seeing his sleepy gears turning in his mind, but as soon as he reached out to help, two blanket-clad arms were wrapping him up into his arms as his legs rested on Kibums in a comfortable, warm weight.
Kibum wanted to stay made at Minho, he wanted to be annoyed, but despite the cold room and the lack of sleep Kibum finally started to feel like he was at home and surrounded by a warmth that lulled him into a deep sleep.
Before I go to sleep I just have to take a minute to say how thankful I am for Harry. However that may sound, I’m just love him so much and I’m so happy to have him even in the smallest way. He’s a light in my life and makes some darker moments a little more bearable and I don’t know, I’m just feeling really thankful for him tonight. He brings me a lot of happiness and I’d love to thank him for that properly one day. It’s so nice to know that there’s someone out there who loves so genuinely and is so unapologetically kind. xx.
For fusion day, just curious if the Bold Type would be something anyone would like to read? A short preview below:
Can’t Keep My Hands to Myself
Butter, Midtown - 70W
was in full swing. Caroline Forbes looked around proudly, knowing that every
element of that party carried her signature style. Sure, she loved planning
events but she wanted more and after four years at Scarlet Magazine, she was
ready for a challenge.
flickered over to the bar. A toned, male physique was standing against it
housed in a fitted, grey suit with a familiar mop of dark, blonde curls. Before
she could peruse any further she felt a nudge in her ribs.
pissed,” Bonnie sighed. She reluctantly
averted her gaze and turned to her friend; dressed in a stunning, pink, halter
neck, floor length gown. Her dark tresses were falling in waves around her
new?” Caroline asked, taking a long sip from her champagne flute. “Kat gets
pissed when the guy at Starbucks gets her coffee order wrong. Between you and
me I don’t blame him given her long list of unrealistic demands.”
currently in a twitter war of words with the Editor of GQ Magazine.”
retweeted their article about dating a
feminist and told him if the magazine was going to write such articles they
might like to look up the definition in the dictionary first.”
GQ,” she chuckled. No one ever entered into a debate with Katherine Pierce
about feminism and emerged alive. “I hardly think she needs our assistance.”
can hold his own,” she offered. “Kat doesn’t know how to manage him and she’s
is a first,” Caroline drawled. “Now, I know this is a real emergency and Kat
not being a complete drama queen like usual. Where is she now?”
insults at her cell and punching the keypad beyond repair in Central Park no
doubt.” Caroline rolled her eyes, gesturing to the exit as they made their way
towards it. They were friends and she needed them so that always took
precedence, even with the gorgeous blonde messing with her composure.
do you always play the victimcard when things aren't going your way or is this a special treat? like it's one thing to try and clarify your intent and another to just be a bitch about it. you think you're the only one who's been abused here? we don't have to agree about it but don't throw rocks in glass houses. i was only trying to let you know that oracular sister and the coven witches are literally natural enemies and will fight to the death but okay put a flower on it and call it love
***Nearly 3 weeks into the hiatus and I am missing Magnus and Alec desperately. Matthew Daddario voice: *When is it gonna end?” Siiigh. But well, what better way to spent the hiatus then reading some great Malec fanfics, right? Right. Because I have read a lot of amazing fics incl. discovering some great new authors. And now that autumn is coming…. the perfect time to read more.
Also, I am overwhelmed how many notes the last rec post got and how much you all enjoy(ed) it. So I hope this 5th edition will get a lot of love, too. Again, let me know if you liked this and if I should continue doing this. But now, have fun reading, pumpkins.***
Working for Magnus isn’t easy. Magnus is out of control and Alec has to yell more often than not to get him to listen to him. He hates everything formal because it means he has to watch his mouth. Most importantly, Magnus is an incorrigible flirt.
Which would be alright if Alec wasn’t utterly, irremediably, unfathomably in love with him.
Alec is fairly certain he is the luckiest man in America. On earth. Possibly in the entire universe.
He slowly started to convince himself of the now indisputable fact when Magnus and him started dating a year ago after the ceremony that crowned Magnus as King of the World (or Best Actor, but Alec isn’t always objective when it comes to his boyfriend). A lot happened in a year, and Alec knows eventually the wheel is bound to spin and his luck might dim and vanish but as of now, he still feels like the luckiest man on earth, and he is going to make the most of it for as long as it lasts.
Prince of Hell Magnus Bane, was tired of his life in Hell. Every day was the same; condemned souls being punished for their wrong doings, demons feasting on the worst humanity had to offer, two or three deals with a few greedy humans. It was dull, uneventful. Boring.
So Magnus packed his bags and moved to New York City. As the owner of the lavishing club Pandemonium at the heart of Manhattan, Magnus enjoyed a life without worries for five years, until the fateful night where a former client was murdered on the streets.
It was then that he met no-nonsense Homicide Detective Alec Lightwood, owner of incorruptible morals and the tightest ass Magnus has ever seen. Earth was fun, after all.
Confused, Magnus followed Rafael’s line of site to the opposite side of the train where a young man sat, pulling silly faces. However, the moment he realised Magnus was staring his face flushed and he stopped, averting his eyes as if he hadn’t just answered all of Magnus’ prayers. In more ways than one as well because not only had he calmed Raf down but he was gorgeous.
“And you, Mr Bane. Thank you for taking the time.”
The kinky, shameless smut that occurs right after the rest of the clan leaders leave. Magnus and Alec make excellent and creative use of Alec’s new office and its expansive mahogany desk… and its sturdy door.
A ‘no kissing, looking at suggestively or touching’ rule was applied when it came to Magnus and Alec at the downworlder meeting. Magnus respected that, respected his man, and tried his best as soon as he walked through the doors of the institute. But now, back in his loft, with the night fallen and Alec returning through the front door from a demon attack, looking battered and exhausted, Magnus couldn’t help but keep the game going.
They stay on the balcony for a while, listening to the sounds of New York at night. Alec noticed the glasses and the discarded pillows when he walked in, but he doesn’t want to break the comfortable silence they’ve fallen into. He looks over at Magnus, and by the angel, he looks beautiful, breathtaking. but the longer Alec watches him, the more he can see the makeup and hair and the clothes for what they really are.
Alec captures the defined line of Magnus’ jaw between eager yet clumsy fingers, tilting his face upwards as they gasp into each other’s mouths, exchanging fevered gusts of breath. Magnus seizes the swollen flesh of Alec’s bottom lip with gentle teeth, nipping gingerly, suckling with avid hunger and Alec’s groan resonates loud and clear throughout the room. By the angel, he wants this man desperately; his need has become a physical ache, pulsating through his nerve endings and coiling strictly around his burning muscles.
Unpacking sucked. And Magnus had only brought like half of his things. Okay, maybe two-thirds. But whatever, it didn’t matter. What did matter was that Magnus was sweating from carrying boxes, the cottage had no air conditioning, and he was super close to packing everything back up and driving back to New York in about three seconds.
Or the one where heartbreak is a pain in the ass, Magnus is forced to spend the summer in a small cottage in the hopes of finding his passion for design again, and manages to piss off the cute neighbor after only being there for two days.
“The only real pain in life is between hanging on and letting go.”
Magnus is still asleep; Alec can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against his own back, and Alec takes the few minutes just to enjoy being wrapped up in Magnus’s arms. He looks down at their hands threaded together, resting against his stomach. He loves the contrast between them; tan and pale, long and lean, deep red nail polish and short, bitten nails. There’s something comforting there too. How different they can be, but how well they fit together. Alec has a moment of feeling like they were made to fit together. It might be stupid, it brings a blush to his cheeks, but a warm feeling settles in his stomach at the thought. He likes that.
“Do you -” Alec started, hissing his teeth in pain and looking up at Magnus. “Do you have any more of that free of charge warlock TLC?”
“What are you -?” Magnus asked, before the memory hit him full force and he tried not to laugh, because Alec was hurt, god damn it. But Alec was smiling up at him and his eyes were shining bright full of hope and love, so Magnus leaned down and kissed him.
Alec feels all his love for the man in his arms bubble up to the surface looking at him like this. Sleep rumpled and peaceful, his hair is a soft mess that Alec almost can’t wait to run his fingers through when Magnus wakes up, his lips so kissable and slightly open. There is nothing better in this world than being able to wake up to this he thinks idly.
Alec’s breath catches nearly every time he looks at Magnus, and it happens even during times they haven’t been on an official date. But tonight is different. Magnus isn’t his sedate and dignified self right now. He’s back to being flirty and relaxed, and he looks so good that Alec can’t stop thinking about touching him.
SO BRIGHT by @lemonoclefox [ G | 17.5k | complete ]
Alec has come out, but that doesn’t stop his parents from their continuous attempts to set him up with a nice shadowhunter girl. So, what better way to finally get them off his back, than to say he has a boyfriend? Problem solved. Except they now apparently want to meet this guy, who doesn’t exist. Thankfully, Magnus Bane – who encouraged Alec to come out in the first place, and whose silent crush on Alec is just as bad as Alec’s crush on him – is more than happy to help. Even if the night doesn’t end up going entirely as planned.
They stared at each other for a moment, each beat of Magnus’s heart seeming to thicken the air again, pulling them back to the charged space they had fallen into on all of their dates. They’d fallen into this feeling here in the loft, out in the world, so many places where everything suddenly just felt intense and present. They were in this charged space where their bodies were saying one thing, and one thing only.
Just a quick fic to fill in a Christmas need I have for my Blue Steel Series. Takes place between “Blue Extravagance” and the upcoming “Blue Righteousness.” Magnus and Alec “come” together for the first time since Alec’s injury and the boys wake up for Christmas morning.
After returning from medical leave, Detective Alexander Lightwood-Bane catches his roughest case up to date. When one of his properties, a club called Kebebasan is attacked by two gunmen, Magnus Lightwood-Bane calls the best cop he knows. During the course of the investigation, Alec discovers that this shooting isn’t an isolated incident, but the result of domestic terrorism; a group attacking what they consider to be amoral. Alec and his partner, Jace Herondale have to move quickly to stop this group before it causes wide-spread panic in the city and more loss of life.
“Are you really going to risk your life for a Shadowhunter?”
Those were some of the last words that Magnus Bane had said to Dot before he stepped through his portal to his lair, protecting only the warlocks. Abandoning the rest of the Shadow World to Valentine and his Circle.
Dot wasn’t sure how long she had been under Valentine’s control, but now as she stood on Magnus’ balcony, hours after Magnus and Clary had portalled away to the Institute, to save both Shadowhunters and Downworlders, she knew something had changed.
Alec stood up, keeping a careful distance and being sure to move slowly as he approached. “Magnus, I am so sorry. For everything you had to go through.”
Magnus’ eyes never moved from the spot on the floor he was staring at. He shook his head slightly, eyebrows furrowed deeply. “That agony rune…” He paused, taking a moment to swallow. His face was drawn in so much pain that Alec had to look away for a moment. He immediately punished himself by digging his fingernails into his palm. It was selfish to worry about his pain. He had certainly inflicted more than enough on Magnus that he had to atone for. “Made me remember things that I spent…centuries trying to forget.”
After one black out too many, Ragnor and Catarina had enough of Magnus trying to drink himself to an early grave. It was time for an intervention and they had the perfect place in mind: The Institute, the best rehabilitation installation in the New York state.
Only Magnus wasn’t exactly asked for his opinion on the matter. And if there is something Magnus doesn’t like, is to be forced into something.
Maybe the Head of the Institute, Alec Lightwood, is enough of an argument to chance his mind?