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4 times Alec almost said I love you, and the one time that he actually did by sufferingbisexual

Alec realized he was in love with Magnus. However when will he be able to actually tell him.

Across the Hall by clato27

“'She looks just like your wife,’ Magnus said, offhandedly. His gaze tore back to Alec when he heard the other man choke on the coffee he was drinking. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, are you two not married.’ 'Uh, no,’ Alec said after recovering from his coughing fit. 'Izzy is my sister.'”

Aka, the “I fell in love with the pregnant girl across the hall’s brother” AU.

Addicted To You by @imawriteriwrite

Magnus Bane’s the head of his own company. Alec Lightwood is in his last year of law school. They’ve never met but have one thing in common: neither does relationships. Just one night stands. That is until they find themselves matched on a hookup app and suddenly one night is not enough.

Also known as the one where Magnus and Alec meet and think they can have no strings attached sex and not develop feelings.

Alecs Husband by NotEvenThat

Max misses Alec and finally demands that he go with Alec and his friend.. Even if Mom says no.

Amor Aeternus by @lolguess

In a world where the Clave encourages soulbonding you would think Magnus and Alec have it easy.

And Then I Met You by @everydayfandom

Sometimes someone comes along and throws you of your life path. And sometimes that’s not such a bad thing.

Bibliophile by @dorkberto

Despite what his sister thinks about his non-existent love life, Alec is not in danger of an oncoming descent into recluse crazy cat owner. For one; Church would eat his competitors for Alec’s undivided attention and two; Alec’s a little hung up over Magnus Bane.

Blue storm by @dorkberto

Ragnor was gone.

Ragnor was gone

Bright Lights, Small Town by @lecrit

When Magnus gets to Nashville, Indiana to handle his late mother’s will, he doesn’t expect to be forced to stay there for six months. Six months away from New York and lost in the wildness of the countryside.

It quickly appears that he is going to go through six months of living hell.

The fact that he hates the local veterinarian on sight isn’t helping.

Broken Arrows by @gibberish10

Over his parabatai’s missing, Alec lashes out at everyone, including Magnus Bane, his warlock lover.

Come Undone by @gibberish10

No one has asked him how he felt, but Alec did.

Complete Me by Maleciseverything

“What one loves in childhood stays in the heart forever.” -Mary Jo Putney

Drop It Like It’s Hot by @janoda

Alec tries to deal with people behaving differently since the wedding. He hadn’t counted on Dylan from Accounting.

Fusion by prfctdaze

Magnus gets the surprise of his life when he walks in to Jade Wolf.

Happy Birthday, Beautiful by @themagnusbane

The thing about having lived for centuries is that birthdays are no longer such a big deal. A pity no one told that to Magnus Bane’s party extraordinaire boyfriend: Alec Lightwood.

Hold me tightly by Tchell1

“I thought you had died, Alexander” Magnus finally said as a way of explaining himself “I saw you die”

Hypnotise by highlytrainedfangirl

Alec had a problem. One that was wrapped up in exquisite clothing and dusted in glitter. Alec was quickly realising that being around Magnus was terrible for his composure. Ignoring the fact that he could barely string a sentence together without tripping over his words, he’d discovered a new distraction: magic.

I found God but it wasn’t supposed to be by @intangibel

After closing a particularly spectacular legal case Magnus sends Ragnor a celebratory text only to find himself the victim of autocorrect and having to explain to a very handsome angel (Alec) that he isn’t God, no matter how much he wishes he was right now.

In The Cards by Obssesivecompulsivereadr

Magnus wore cardigans and baggy slacks. He owned two cats, and he lived in a home more suitable for an elderly mundane woman for a reason. He was to remain boring and unsuitable for most associations with people. He did not like attention, no matter how positive it might be. He was to seem eccentric and weird. Living a life focused on magic that was supposed to not exist.

Into You by @darrenchristsupastar

Alec has more layers than we may have previously thought

It’s Time To Lose Your Virginity, Brother Dearest by @themagnusbane

Magnus Bane is a famous stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love with him after one dance. The feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he meets the freshly turned twenty-one year old Alec lightwood, he can’t take his eyes off him, and they find themselves in love quicker than they expected.

Looking at him by @jainsel-and-the-ships

Alec Lightwood is in love with his best friend and colleague Jace.
Jace is straight and at the moment he’s dating this Clary girl. Alec is certain it won’t last, as all his friend’s previous relationships.
Then there’s Magnus Bane, another co-worker and a man who sure knows how to make Alec feel embarrassed.
Something’s going on between Alec and Magnus.
Something’s going on between Jace and Clary too…

Magic and Rum by NotEvenThat

Shortly after the party, Magnus finds Max in the kitchen.

Make a home out of you by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion

“There is a delicate system in place and you are destroying it, Alexander Lightwood. Unhand my pants.”

“Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear you say. You’re usually encouraging me to put my hands on your pants.”

Morning hair by @lollylokoala

While Magnus was completely aware of the effect Alec had on him, he didn’t know that a tiny little detail in Alec’s morning look could make his heart skipped a beat.

My Heart Smiles by pseudofoucault333 

Magnus is an interior designer who is dreading going to his yearly Christmas party and Alec a waiter who has dealt with more than enough Christmas cheer to last a lifetime. But when the two set eyes on the other across a crowded restaurant are they going to be destined for more when the festive season is over?

My True Love Gave To Me by @imawriteriwrite

Magnus Bane had a plan, a perfect Christmas Eve just like always. Hang out with his friends, bask in the Christmas Spirit. Then everything went wrong.

Now he’s stuck reliving the same day again and again and again. The bright side? Maybe Alec Lightwood isn’t as terrible as Magnus always thought.

Never Stand Between Two Mirrors by @oncethrown

Alec has enough on his plate right now. His parents are furious at him, Magnus Bane is making him feel things he’s trying so hard not to feel, his wedding is coming up, and his world is breaking apart.What he doesn’t need is a fussy mundane version on himself showing up in the Institute basement. What he doesn’t need is Magnus telling him that they’ll just have to wait for Seelie Magic to suck that version of himself back to his own dimension.But since when does Alec get what he needs?

Alternate Dimension Alec gets trapped in the Shadowhunter reality at some point after the “I know you feel what I feel” scene. The gang desperately tries to stop chaos from ensuing. 

Nothing But A Distraction by @actuallyredorchid

Clary doesn’t sneak away when Alec’s on the phone, so Alec accepts Magnus’ invitation to “go out for a drink”.

Off to a bad start by @fangtasticsaphael

“How did you manage to never run into him? He’s always helping with stuff and he’s even been at the institute about three weeks ago to strengthen the wards against further attacks from Valentine,” she replied and looked at her brother incredulously. Alexander scrunched up his nose and shrugged.

“Well, maybe I have better things to do than waiting around to watch some overrated warlock do magic tricks,” he commented a little defensively but it was the truth. He always had something to do and even when they were not out demon hunting, he had either paperwork to do or train.

“Pardon me, but I’m not just some overrated warlock. I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn and that title is well deserved, if I may say so. And I’m appalled that you refer to my magic as petty tricks. You Nephilim always act to high and mighty, yet you’re constantly in need of some tricks from overrated warlocks to help you out of some unnecessary dilemma,” a foreign voice interjected and Alec whirled around, fingers instinctively curling around his bow to be ready to attack if need be. The owner of the voice was not what Alexander had expected, to be honest.

Oh lover, hold on by @fireblazie

The mask and goggles clatter to the ground. Isabelle makes a choked noise, and Jace whispers, paper-thin, “Alec?”

Magnus stops breathing as Alec’s gaze—cold, dead, and empty—comes to rest impassively on them.

“Who the hell is Alec?”

(Loosely based on Captain America: The Winter Soldier.)

One Show Only by KouriArashi

It’s hard to stay in the closet when the guy you had a one-night stand with two nights ago turns out to be your new partner … but Alec will be damned if he isn’t going to give it a try.

People say crazy things by @ohlafraise

“But what I don’t get is why Magnus cares so much about a random shadowhunter,” Jocelyn said.

Simon winced. “Oh, boy.”

Pick up lines by Gracefanfics

Admittly maybe using pick up lines in the middle of your brother’s rune party was a bad idea.

Or 
A short fic about Alec not having great timing in using pick up lines on Magnus.

Shooting Pool by @malec-is-pretty

Magnus and Alec go on their date and a simple game of pool gets them a little wound up.

Somewhere safe to finally break by onefootintheboilinghotlava

With the war finally over, Magnus had time to be alone and his mind decided to bring up all the things and people he had lost in the war at once. At his own loft, with his two beloved cats sleeping soundly, Magnus broke down……

Tampons and Concealer? By onefootintheboilinghotlava

So Izzy sent Alec to get tampons and concealer…Alec was standing in the drugstore, not even sure where to begin, when a handsome stranger offered to help.

That’s your cue by @theleftboobgrabber

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Alec tells Magnus apropos of nothing.

Magnus frowns. “I’m on the other side of the table!” he protests… not that he wasn’t thinking about some light groping per say, but they’re in public, Alec might not be into it and, while he’s good at concealing it, Magnus does have manners. Sometimes.

My take on Magnus and Alec’s date.

The Choices of the Chosen by KouriArashi

The day after his 21st birthday, Alec is sent to the demonic court as a gladiator, where he makes both friends and enemies … along with meeting Magnus Bane, who doesn’t seem to fit in either category.

The Only Magic I Believe In (Is The Magic I Receive From Loving You) by @delilahbelle

Or, four gifts Alec gives Magnus.

“No one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

Alec’s face softens. “Well, I’m going to do it for as long as I’m alive. So get used to it.”

The Second Kiss by @simonseroticfriendfiction

“So here we are.” Magnus said, taking a step closer to Alec.

Alec gulped and took a deep breath in through his nose. “Yeah, here we are.” He squeezed his fingers nervously in his fists as he caught Magnus glancing towards his lips. “I-I suppose you want me to kiss you?” He stuttered, voice faltering.

This Christmas (You’re Someone Special) by vulturemonem 

Last Christmas, Magnus Bane had his heart broken.

Again, and again, and again.

And he didn’t think it would be mended anytime soon. He certainly didn’t think he’d be ready to let anybody in. Until a beautiful boy walks into his shop, and steals his breath with shy glances, kind words, and a fantastic coffee machine.

Maybe this Christmas will be better.

Or: In which Camille is awful, Ragnor and Raphael are an old married couple, and Magnus can’t help but be enamoured by Alec Lightwood.

This Night Is Not Forever by @isabellebiwoods

Alec Lightwood is a happily settled down man in a loving, caring relationship. But things weren’t always that way… and once upon a time, Alec used his Valentine’s Day to celebrate the spirit of the night as much as possible.

aka. world inverted legendary lothario alec lightwood

Too Much is Never Enough by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

They are on opposite edges of the same ideal. Alec so young, and Magnus so much older. Alec a blessed acolyte of the Angel, Raziel. Magnus the abandoned son of the Greater Demon, Asmodeus. Magnus with so much more unimportant and irrelevant experience, and Alec with none. They could not be more different if they tried, and yet, they are also the same. A matched set of uncertainty and inability to accept that someone might want them for exactly who they are.

Top Three by @nebulein

So.” Alec flops back onto the bed, sprawled in a lazy heap on his back, sated and boneless. Magnus is already lying on his belly, basking in the afterglow, and he surreptitiously steals closer, burrowing against Alec’s side. “Best sex of my life.”

Magnus hums, resting his head on his arms, revelling in the thrill those words send through him.

“Or, well,” Alec hazardously waves an arm around, “easily in the top three.”

Magnus giggles. He has no idea where that came from. It’s uncharacteristic for him. Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn is usually much too dignified to giggle. But then Alec turns his head and grins at Magnus, lopsided and loopy but brilliant, oh so brilliant, warming Magnus from the inside out and maybe this is exactly the kind of situation which calls for a giggle, so Magnus will allow it. Just this once.

“How about you?”

Twenty-One-Year-Old Alec Lightwood by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

Alec tries not to want Magnus, but it goes about as well as all those other things Alec’s tried not to want throughout the years. Which is… badly

Warm In Your Light by @actuallyredorchid

It’s far too easy, letting himself be swept away.

(S02E07 missing scene)

We must choose to reach out and touch by Ambros

Magnus holds out his hand, a silver chain running around his middle finger and wrist, and Alec doesn’t have the time to process it – to think, doesn’t have the time to realise what’s going to happen because he has to take it and he does, electricity dancing through their fingers and down his back and he tries not to think about it, holds out his own hand for Jace and feels unbalanced; he knows Jace’s touch, remembers it from roughing each other up when they were kids even though he tried to forget it, to turn it into a ghost when he understood, but Magnus’ is new and smooth and unassuming and he feels uncomfortable, doesn’t know what to do with it.

Who Ya Gonna Call? By @menckenschrestomethy

“You have to—“

“Help you?” Magnus filled in dryly.

Or: The Six Times Magnus helped someone, and the one time they try to help him

Will you be my best friend? Will you be my last? by @lightwoodlesbians

or the 'you pretended to be my partner bc my ex wouldn’t stop talking to me’ au

You Are Certainly My Poison of Choice by iktwabrokenbone

So there he was. Midnight, at a party. Preparing himself to do something with a guy. To spend one night getting all of this- this unspeakable desire out of his system. He needed to forget it before he made a mistake and ruined his career, his chances of becoming Head of the New York Institute.
 

(Alec’s panic attacks were getting worse and worse and maybe if he spent one night with a guy he could get it out of his system, and he could forget being gay and loving Jace. But nothing went that smoothly, so of course Alec’s one night stand had to be Magnus Bane, and they had to keep bumping into each other. It wasn’t like Alec wanted to understand his emotions, anyway.)

Tumblr played with me and there are some blogs that doesn’t show and there are some authors that I couldn’t find them here. So sorry.

Okay so a quick question for an idea thing.  If I were to organize a Fe Heroes themed zine would people be interested in participating? It’d probably involve having the main characters from Heroes or drawing out your team or something, i dunno. Its just an idea for now, also I don’t really have the time to plan it all out at the moment.  Maybe during the summer if I’m still up to doing it.

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(There's Simply Not) A More Congenial Spot - lady_ragnell - Les Misérables - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
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By Organization for Transformative Works

Enjolras isn’t excited about spending the day at a Renaissance Faire, but he meets a knight who might change his mind about that.

Les Mis, E/R, 1.5k, rated G, written for @caststone, who tumblr apparently does not want to tag for me!

happy nyational cat day :3c

Drabble #1: Come Back to Me

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Written using these self-imposed rules: 

(1) Most of the fic must be written in 100-word drabbles.
(2) Non-drabble sections must be rare, and must have word counts that are multiples of 100.
(3) To prevent the drabbles from becoming oddly-spaced paragraphs, five minutes must elapse between each drabble, or there must be a change in perspective. 

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Pulse

“We have to help them. We can’t leave them.”

Dia had clearly spoken for herself when she said she had no such reservation, and yet here she was anyway, knee deep in dead bodies doing all the rescuing. 

Dia could vouch right now she didn’t feel the allure of playing hero. It felt neither honourable nor glorious to be covered in gore, hunkered down in the dirt under heavy fire with a brewing headache hammering at the base of her skull. She couldn’t call Brass or Zaki an idiot for getting in to this mess when she was right in here with them. But April had cried and Link her had given her that look: ‘I thought you were Nine Knives. What are a couple guns-for-hire to you?’ A damn inconvenience, that’s what.

Thing was, it wasn’t just a couple dumb guns-for-hire. Dia had felt her muscles seize on instinct as soon as she’d smelled the tell-tale tang of witch blood upon re-entry into the underground bunker. It had assaulted her senses like cloying perfume with a thickness that almost entirely masked Brass’s own distinctively smoky scent. This witch was more powerful, and who knew what they could do?

A surge of heat nearly scorched off her eyebrows when Dia peered around the ledge she was hiding behind. She shrank back, swearing and blinking away the sting of smoke that left her eyes watering.

“You fucking moron, Brass. It’s me!”

Dia?!

“I explicitly ordered you to get out!” Zaki shouted over a spray of gun fire that rat-tat-tat-ed around the claustrophobic stone walls, spraying down debris and dust in a suffocating cloud. Dia unsheathed her knives and grunted. He wouldn’t be saying that if he saw the trail of bodies she’d mowed down in her wake.

“How many are there?”

“I counted fifteen, of which we took out at least four,” Came the answer. She’d taken out five more herself upon re-entry.

“One’s a witch.”

“What?” Zaki snapped the question like it was Dia’s fault they’d sent one after them. As if she’d been the oaf who’d tripped the alarm. “You saw them?”

She could hardly admit that she’d smelled them out like a dead rat in a barrel. “Sure.”

“I call dibs!” Brass called, and as Dia peeked out of her hiding place, saw his tattooed figure barrel roll between two pillars and shoot a blinding ball of fire into an assailant’s abdomen. The bright white flames had them engulfed in an instant and they let out a scream that could barely be distinguished as human, let alone male or female. It petered out into sickening silence before they’d even hit the floor, and the pungent odour of scorched flesh made Dia’s stomach turn.

Dia was about to yell out that perhaps Brass ought to leave the witch for them to tackle together when she suddenly felt their presence behind her. The reek of the still-smouldering corpse had briefly overwhelmed all other scents, but the electric pulse of witch-blood cut through it all like a hot blade. They flared like lightning, wild and lashing with dormant magic. Dia flung herself forward on impulse, rolling into a coiled crouch with her knives at the ready and turned to face the immediate threat.

The witch was a woman. A pretty, fair thing with long auburn curls that bounced around rosebud cheeks like a doll. She couldn’t have been much older than Dia, but when she smiled her little white teeth looked pointy and malicious. She reminded Dia of Gaff with his subtle instability.

The witch tilted her face to the side and pouted, looking her over through narrowed eyes. Her hands were still raised, fingers curled bare inches from where Dia had been only moments ago. Dia was familiar with the unique scent of a witch’s blood, but each ones was different, particular to their powers. She could hazard a guess what this witch could do to make her skin crackle with static just by the smell of her.

“How can you sense me?”

Dia handed it to her, she was good at sneaking to have made it so close. It was a threat enough that she was magic, but she seemed trained in combat or at least some essential skills. Whatever this place was and whatever they did here, they spared no resources protecting it.

“You smell,” Dia answered truthfully. Judging by the way the witch’s brow pinched, she’d interpreted it as a petty insult instead of an honest answer. Dia didn’t feel the need to correct her.

Sometimes I just want to start my own publishing company and sign all the amazing fanfic writers I have discovered over the years.

Ugly Meeting Fic Preview?

Person A hits Person B with a car…Fenhawke. Modern AU Kirkwall


The moment after Hawke hit the pedestrian was completely silent. His hands gripped the steering wheel and the airbag sagged into his lap. He didn’t see the person he’d hit. A few more seconds of ragged breathing and Hawke still didn’t see him.

He slowly opened the car door, his mind racing. What if he’d killed the man? He had been small and running across the street in dark clothing. Hawke had slammed on his brakes, but the old Impala had a stopping distance several feet longer than the distance between them.

The man lay completely still, brightly lit by the car’s headlights. Hawke had his phone in his hand, but his hands were shaking. He hoped the man was alive.

He knelt next to the pedestrian. He had thought the man had just been very brightly illuminated as he ran in front of the car, but his hair was actually white. He wasn’t old, though. He also had pale tattoos running up his throat and onto his chin.

A timid shake of the man’s shoulder didn’t wake him up. Hawke’s fingers fumbled for the carotid artery, and he exhaled in relief when he felt a pulse. The red stain on the left side of his head spoke to his injuries, though. Hawke rocked back on his heels and dialed 911.

Fenris blinked his eyes open and squinted at the ceiling. The room was too white and too sterile to be one of Danarius’ rooms. The second thing he noticed was that he was in pain. Slightly numbed, but a considerable amount of pain nonetheless. His head throbbed and his leg not only hurt, but was wrapped and elevated. He tried to remember what had happened to land him in the hospital. Running. He remembered running. Qunari mercenaries only a block or two behind him, hot on the tail of an escaped sex slave and hungry for the rewards of returning him, rewards both monetary and otherwise. Fenris jumped as the door opened to admit a nurse and a hulking man Fenris didn’t recognize.

“Oh, he’s awake,” the nurse said, turning as if to usher the man out.

“It will only be a minute,” the man said, pushing past her to come stand by the bed.

Fenris felt his breathing quicken. The only reason he could think for someone wanting to see him was that they knew who he belonged to and how many zeroes his reward contained. He shrank down as well as he could, but the man didn’t seem to notice. He had a beanie in his hands and was twisting it nervously. Not at all the type to be one of Fenris’s usual clients. Nothing like any of the mercenaries he’d previously avoided either.

“How are you feeling?” The man asked. Fenris stared at him. Did he know this man?

“Who are you?”

The man blinked in surprise, then smiled sheepishly.

“Hawke. Garrett Hawke. I’m sorry. I’m the idiot who hit you with his car.”

I really want to go into psychology but it’s hard to find jobs and you don’t make that much money and its a very underappreciated field and like…you pretty much have to go up to phd level which I’m fine with but no one ever takes it seriously and I :(