There were certain ways that one was expected to act when in public. Along with these expectations were activities that were considered to be unwelcome and inappropriate to perform in public. Perhaps it was because of these expectations that performing the unwelcome sent a rush through the bodies of those who took part in them. Perhaps it was the desire for this rush that had people performing them.
The reasoning behind why people did these things didn’t particularly matter. Knowing what the reasoning was wasn’t going to stop people from doing it. All that Lysander could do was look away and pretend that they weren’t doing such things. All the while telling himself that he would never find himself in their positions.
***Can you believe we have to go through a 3 month hiatus until we get new episodes again? What to do on Mondays from now on? Well, I know it is not the same but how about reading some amazing Malec fics? Because there simply can’t be enough Malec love out there and somehow it makes the wait to see these two back on our screens a bit more bearable
if you ask me.
Anyway, I hope you gonna enjoy this 4th edition as much as the previous ones. Again, a huge thank you to everyone who left notes and/or told me how much they enjoyed these recs. It’s very much appreciated, so yes, if you want me to
continue doing this, let me know, okay? Have fun reading!***
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).
With Valentine still at large, a crisis threatens to split the Shadow
World in two, testing the loyalties of everyone on both sides of the
line. But choosing between duty and honor, family and love is never
easy, especially when war is on the horizon.
New graduates and best friends Magnus and Alec have
both graduated from the University of Idris with top honors. Graduation
and family expectations, however, carved out two very different paths
for their lives.
Making the age-old promise on graduation night
to get married if they were still single by thirty had been an easy
agreement to make. There was no chance it would, or even could, ever
possibly happen. It simply wasn’t legal.
coincidentally re-enters Alec’s life eight years later, each are
confronted with the unsettled reality of their lives, and the rekindling
of long-buried feelings for the other. They decide to reinstate the
promise they had made as motivation to get back into the dating scene.
But can they push aside their own feelings for each other as they go on this journey of finding true love?
Or: the “Single by 30” Malec AU that nobody asked for.
After the MORTAL WAR that wiped out the JEDI ORDER and
the reconstruction of THE CLAVE to govern the galaxy, military force,
THE CIRCLE, has been monitoring planets for any trace of remaining
intergalactic terrorism and obliterating possible threats under the name
of peace. Each strike leaves death and destruction behind.
Senator, General Luke Garroway, leads the DOWNWORLDER RESISTANCE, a
counterpoint to the Circle, in hope of finding enough evidence of abuse
of power to dismantle the organisation and restore real peace and
justice to the galaxy.
In order to do so, Luke has sent Izzy
Lightwood, his most daring pilot, and the mysterious Magnus Bane to
search for survivors of the last attack…
“Mhmm,” Magnus hummed as they broke apart and he rocked
his hips minutely, the slight movement enough to make them both shiver.
“This is getting dangerously close to one of my fantasies, so maybe we
should stop, if you don’t want this to go any further.”
“What fantasy?” Alec murmured, craning his neck up again to brush his
lips against Magnus’ but the warlock teasingly moved just out of reach.
“Well,” Magnus started, looking at Alec through half-closed eyes and
with a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “I have never
had sex inside the Institute.”
When Detective Alexander Lightwood-Bane is called to the site of a
bizarre murder, he doesn’t expect to recognize the victim, but that’s
exactly what happens. Alec met the wealthy entrepreneur at an event with
his husband, the flamboyant and enormously wealthy Magnus
Lightwood-Bane. When a second victim is found, Alec and his partner,
Jace Herondale, realize that their killer has a “type.” Unfortunately,
Magnus just so happens to fit that type.
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
Alec and Magnus have been friends since high school. They both love each
other but are afraid to say anything because they believe the other one
doesn’t feel the same way and it’ll ruin their friendship.
Alec and Jace are working on an overdose case and are stuck. Can Magnus be the one to help them solve the case?
Magnus Bane loved New York. I mean, what other city in the world held Christmas raves?
especially loved it when he managed to convince Ragnor and Catarina to
join him. Spending time with your chosen family during the holidays was
the best thing in the world.
The only thing that could make it
even better, however, would be getting to know that very attractive
stranger that just wouldn’t take his eyes off Magnus. Tall, dark and
handsome was just what Magnus wanted to end his amazing night.
All he needed was an opportunity and it came, in the form of a well-placed mistletoe.
Magnus Bane agreed to volunteer at a children’s hospital on Christmas
Eve, wanting to help make sure the kids got the most wonderful evening.
Turned out the kids weren’t the only one who were gonna have a merry
Christmas, Magnus realised when he met the young Doctor Lightwood during
his time at the hospital.
or, the ’i sneaked into this huge house party for some free alcohol but
you asked me how i knew the host and the first excuse i could think of
was that i’m dating their sibling, so i basically just lied to you about
going out with you’ au
Somehow, they end up with Alec flat on his back and Magnus straddling
him, his hands cradling Alec’s jaw while his tongue explores the
nephilim’s mouth. It’s a slow, lazy, and unhurried kiss. The kind of
kiss that says ‘there isn’t anywhere else I would rather be right now’ and ‘I want to explore every inch of your body’ and ‘I love you’.
If Magnus were more alert, he probably would’ve recognized the obvious
signs of someone being in the loft: the boots by the front door, the
leather jacket laying on the couch, the empty wine glass sitting on his
drink cart, but as it is, he doesn’t notice anything off until he’s
standing right in front of his bedroom door and realizes the light is
There was one simple and unique rule about being
friends with Magnus and Alec: never, ever, no matter the circumstances,
not even if you were drunk as an armada of skunks, engage into a debate
about pop culture with either of them, and especially not the both of
Magnus Bane has a problem with that arrogant brat that
keeps showing his face to every important street race in the city. Damn
Jace Lightwood and his annoying habit of winning even though he’s just a
stupid high school boy. That’s insulting.
Fuck Jace. But more importantly, fuck his sweet looking older
brother, who just happen to not have the slightest idea of who Magnus
is. If everything goes according to plan, Magnus will have put Jace back
to his insignificant place and gotten lucky with a gorgeous oblivious
The big gapping hole in his heart isn’t what gets him, though it does keep him up late at night, it’s the little things. The way you always snuck notes in his suit cases before a tour, the endless facetimes and phone calls, the plane ticket that was sitting in his wallet (he was partially too scared to get a refund on his ticket because this was almost the last thing he had to you still being there kind of?). Your voice still rang through his head at night, telling him that it’s all going to be alright as the terrors creep up on him in the middle of the night.
The break up wasn’t all his fault, he knew, but the way you stared at him before he walked out still haunts his memory. Shaking hands and trembling lips, his name you softly whispered as he stormed out of the small apartment, for what? A small fight based off of your concerns about school and him. School was the most important, he knew, which is why the ticket was in his wallet and not in your hands. And it was selfish, you were worried about your exams and he pushed you coming half way across the world as if it was nothing. It’s the reason you’re on the other side of the world, not with him.
He knew his friends worried about him. So did his family, but he’s pretty sure Luke’s been tipping his mom with updates on him. Still fresh on his mind is you, the way you used to brush his thick hair at night when he couldn’t sleep, the soft curves of your body pressed against his at night, the tears streaming down your face as he shared his twisted idea of walking out the door and not coming back, which is what he proceeded to do. He calls his mom once a day, hoping that he doesn’t sound like he’s about to cry.
A loud, annoying ping interrupted his thoughts. Phone lit up beside him, and it isn’t what he’s hoping, even though his hopes are well more dreams. He misses the Snapchat streaks, your insistent need to keep your 300 day streak (your threatens never bothered him but he wishes he could hear them one more time). Little texts throughout the day, images sending back and forth of things that you think both of you would like, going from new restaurants to puppies you saw on the street.
He pulls up your contact on his phone, staring at the picture he has of you. It was at his parents house, on a oddly cold day in Australia, you clad in leggings, his hoodie and bright pink fuzzy socks. You had repeatedly told him to delete that picture, even had got on his phone and went to do it yourself, but not before he saved it as your contact.
His finger hovered over the message button, which wasn’t new. It’s been four months, three and a half which have been on tour. He knew that your best friend had got you The Lumineers tickets that you wanted so badly for your birthday, and that you passed your midterms with success (though you celebrated at a bar with guys he didn’t know). Your Instagram one of his top favourites in his search bar, though you no longer have the “C.H” in your description. He grabs enough courage to press the message button, but becomes stumped again when he has to continue and type something. He didn’t want to sound super pathetic (even though he truly was) but he couldn’t just say hello. And how could he even say anything? He left you. He deserves this.
But he still slowly types out the three words that he’s been longing to say these past months. His fingers still over the buttons, not really wanting to put himself out there. He closed his eyes, finger quickly pushing send before he could take it back. He quickly closed his phone and tosses is across the bed. Rubbing his eyes with the pads of his fingers and laid back on the bed, hoping his mind would slow down for a minute so he could maybe sleep.
But that didn’t last long before he heard the ping of his phone again. Jolting out of bed, his hands ran along his comforter before grasping his phone just as your name lit up on the screen. His eyes watered as he stared at the text for a minute and for the first time in four months, he didn’t feel alone again. Opening the phone, he read the four words over and over again until he felt like it wouldn’t disappear.