magnus the magnificent

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My dear fellow hunters, I just noticed Magnus isn’t wearing his ear cuff in the second gif. I asume this is the same scene, so maybe Alec takes it off??? Any thoughts??😍

Update: so the pics are reversed but still, enjoy Malec and keep the screaming low😉❤
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Imagine your otp;

“…and that’s how I met the love of my life.”

  • Alex: Do you think I'm weird?
  • Magnus: *Raises an eyebrow* Why? Do you think you're weird?
  • Alex: I know I'm weird, but that wasn't the question.
  • Magnus: I think you're... uhh... what's the word?
  • Alex: Amazing?
  • Magnus: No that's not it... *realizes his mistake* but- but you are amazing! *Hoping his face isn't as flushed as it feels*
  • Alex: Smooth... what about peculiar?
  • Magnus: Getting warmer...
  • Alex: Magnificent?
  • Magnus: No.
  • Alex: Malicious?
  • Magnus: You are, but that isn't it either.
  • Alex: Sexy?
  • Magnus: Not falling into that trap again.
  • Alex: Am I not sexy?
  • Magnus: Please don't.
  • Alex: *Places a hand on his chest* You don't think I'm sexy?
  • Magnus: *Covering his deep red face* Why do you do this to me?
  • Alex: *Smirking* Because you are a really easy target, and I like it when you blush.
  • Magnus: You are evil, and mean, and e- eccentric! That's the word! I think you are eccentric!
  • Alex: Eccentric? *Looks at his pink and green finger nails, and then at his checkered shirt of the same colours*
  • Magnus: Yea. *Starts to walk away* But of course, you're eccentric in an amazing, sexy, magnificently malicious way.
  • Alex: *Watching him walk off* Magnificently, maliciously, amazingly sexily eccentric... Yea, that about fits.
Jealous men

*Clary and Magnus are sneaking out*
Jace and Alec at the same time:
Jace: Where are you going with my girlfriend?
Alec: Where are you going with my boyfriend?

All Of The World (Malec)

ok so I wrote this when i was v emotional and while listening to wide eyed on repeat bc that episode is still making me cry every five minutes and yeah 


Alec looks up. One of the few things he doesn’t like about New York is the incessant smog that covers up the skies. A starry sky is one of the good memories he has of Idris – an endless expanse of dark obsidian perpetually dotted with dazzling points of light. He remembers lying for hours on end on the roof of his parents’ house in Alicante, his back pressed against the hard stone, staring up, just wondering if there was anything between the lights that twinkled down at him. He’d feel the breath leave him, and then come in again, and with it, all the worry that was forever in his bones seemed to dissipate, just by looking up at something that was bigger than him, bigger than the responsibilities and expectations his parents shoved on him. The night sky is his favourite thing in the world.

Well, one of them, because the newest addition to that list is clutching onto his hand like he never ever wants to let go.

Magnus is shaking his head at him. “I cannot believe you’d never had chicken wings until tonight.” He raises his eyes heavenward and lets out a noise of pain, which has Alec biting back a smile.

Such a drama queen.

“God in heaven, Alexander, you’re lucky you’re so pretty because otherwise we’d have had a huge problem.”

As always, Alec feels his ears turn bright red, but he’s accepted it as his body’s natural reaction, and that he will forever be blushing because of Magnus. The person in question had dragged him forcefully to his favourite chicken wings place in the city, talking a mile a minute about the different flavours he likes, and how Alec’s life had been “a heart-breaking tragedy until this point and you Lightwoods need to learn how to lighten up and enjoy the great pleasures of life but worry not my dear for I am here to save your ass, yet again.”

Magnus’ voice rings in his ears, sending tingles down his spine. He wants to bottle up this moment, because it’s the kind of moment that seems so out of place in his rigid life, but so right at the same time. This, just holding his hand, walking through a noisy city, listening to him rave about chicken wings.

And it hadn’t helped that the wings had been ridiculously spicy, causing Alec to literally malfunction in front of Magnus, and that Magnus had laughed his damned beautiful laugh, tears dotting the corners of his eyes and sauce smeared all over his mouth and his fingers. That had probably been Alec’s favourite part of the night: the sight of Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, covered in hot sauce. Alec snorts. If only his mother could have seen him, on a date with a man, a Downworlder, eating chicken wings with his fingers.  

“You know you could have just summoned the wings to your loft,” Alec grumbles, “What’s the point of dating the High Warlock of Brooklyn if we have to walk everywhere?”

Magnus’ lips twitch, and he cocks an eyebrow. “So we’re dating now?”

Alec immediately looks down. Shit, that had just slipped out of him, and it had been what, a week and a half since his almost-wedding and then they’d found Jace and they’d barely had time to even talk and now he’s rushed it and Magnus probably thinks he’s a loon and by the Angel Alec is not ready for this kind of humiliation-

His raging thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Magnus letting out a laugh.

“Look at you. A few weeks ago you wouldn’t even sit on the same couch as me and now here we are.” He squeezes Alec’s hand. “An impressive improvement.”

Alec’s heart stutters in his chest, and manages a shaky laugh. His blood sings in his ears. How Magnus always seems to know the right thing to say will forever confound him.

They’ve entered a quieter part of the city now, just a long road dotted with a few people, but finally away from the all the cars and chatter of the more populous parts. Alec feels calmer than he’s ever felt, hearing Magnus’ soft breaths next to him, the click of his boots and the warmth of his hand wrapped around his, and the contrasting cool bumps of metal from the many rings that adorn his fingers. It’s in moments like this when Alec feels like Magnus is what holds his universe together.

Alec stops them, turning Magnus so that he’s facing him. His eyes skate over his face. His nose and cheekbones are slightly pink from the cold.

God he’s so beautiful it hurts.

“This-it was amazing. Really.” Alec says softly, “Even though I nearly died from the spice.”

Magnus laughs, “We can’t have that, now can we?”

“I’m sorry, you know. About how I was before.” Alec mumbles, and then lets out a noise of frustration, “I’m such an idiot. I could’ve-we could’ve been doing this for so long and instead I just had to fuck things up magnificently.”

Magnus smiles at him, and Alec wonders how he can simultaneously light up the world and set fire to his veins just by doing something so simple. He reaches up a hand to brush Alec’s hair back from his eyes. Alec’s skin tingles when his fingers touch him.

“Well,” he says slowly, grinning “I think you more than made it up to me. That kiss was sinful.”

Magnus kisses him then, all soft lips and warm breaths, swallowing the laugh that bubbles out of Alec. His fingers curl around the collar of his jacket, and Alec could never have dreamt that something so simple could feel so good. He pulls back a little to see him, to see the golden eyes, to drink in the specks of glitter that have come undone and are sprinkled across his flushed cheekbones like tiny, sparkling snowflakes. He runs a thumb over them, feeling the smooth, warm skin, relishing in the way Magnus leans into his touch, in Magnus looking at him as though he’s trying to memorise every inch of his face. And he wonders then, wonders how he had ever gotten through anything in his life without this feeling, without having Magnus Bane in his arms like this. Without feeling his stomach twist itself into knots the second he lays eyes on him, without feeling breathless in the best way possible.

Magnus and Alec stand there for a few moments, bathed in the harsh light of a street lamp, surrounded by the kind of silence you craved, and then a few moments longer, entwined in each other’s arms, holding on with a kind of feverish fear that if they were to loosen their grips ever so slightly, the other would slip away. Magnus and Alec hold on as hard as they can against everything, against all the forces of the world that try to tear them apart. They hold on, because maybe just the act of holding on and never letting go would be enough, enough to let the other know that they mean all of the world to them.

anonymous asked:

hi do you think you can make a fan fic where magnus or alec is turned to stone and the other belives he lost the person turned to stone forever but then the person turned to stone is freed and says he heard everything the other person said. maybe when they were broken up then after this they get back togther

It starts, as so many things in Magnus’ life do now, with a phone call from the New York Institute.

“This is the Magnificent Magnus Bane speaking,” Magnus says, phone tucked against his shoulder. “If this is about my relationship with Alec, I will turn you into a ferret.”

“Magnus.” Isabelle’s voice sounds desperate, and Magnus frowns. She could still be calling about Magnus and Alec’s relationship troubles (Magnus refuses to call it a breakup, even though he and Alec have been avoiding each other for a week), but she sounds a little too worried for that.

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s Alec,” Isabelle breathes, her voice so heavy with grief that Magnus’ heart stops. “We were facing a Gorgon, and-” Isabelle’s voice breaks, but Magnus knows how that sentence is going to end. “Jace and I got him back to the Institute, but Magnus, he was turned into stone.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” Magnus says, running over to his stockroom and yanking the door open. “Put him in a bed in the Infirmary. I’ll do everything I can.”

“Is there anything you can do?” Isabelle asks.

“I’ll do everything I can,” Magnus repeats, which he knows isn’t an answer.

He’s never heard of anyone reversing the effects of a Gorgon’s gaze, not outside of legend and folklore. He doesn’t know how to do it. He doesn’t even know where to start.

“Please hurry,” Isabelle begs, then she hangs up. Magnus puts the phone down on the nearest table and begins gathering everything from his stores he can think of that might possibly help.

He’s never heard of anyone reversing the effects of a Gorgon’s gaze, but by God, that doesn’t mean he’s not going to try.

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It was amazing how everything was better on vacation, even the coffee tasted better in paradise. Alec stood in the doorway to the deck of their overwater villa. They had been keeping the large sliding glass door opened all the way, so that the indoor and outdoor spaces merged into one. Even at night, there was no need for privacy, the only thing as far as the eye could see were the crystal turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean and a blue sky filled with puffy white clouds. They were but a few steps away from water so clear you could see all the marine life below, as your feet settled into soft white sand. It was a stunning sight, but even the idyllic scenery had nothing on the sight that was currently capturing Alec’s attention.

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