“You were the coolest nerd Erica ever met” ngl that one got to me 🥺
Malec in 2x10 + Details
- Alec crashing into Magnus as if the force of it could reassure him of his presence and relief coursing through his whole body when he pulls him close
- Alec slightly lifting Magnus up from the ground with the weight of the hug
- The hard and desperate press of lips, so powerful they’re both shaking
- The both of them drinking each other in, virtually no distance between them, like they’re afraid that if they close their eyes the other would disappear
- Magnus rubbing soothing circles into Alec’s back, holding him tightly, eyebrows furrowed both in worry and relief
- Alec pulling Magnus impossibly closer and burying his nose in Magnus’ shoulder, breathing him in
honesty and promise me, part 17 [co-written with @darkmagyk] [read on ao3]
WARNING: this chapter deals with issues that skirt close to sexual assault. please either read this post for a more detailed explanation, or you can message either me or peyton for more information
The baby is Percy’s. Obviously.
He can’t resist his smugness, especially when they deliver the verdict to Nico, who rolls his eyes at them, but does (subconsciously at least) acquiesce to Annabeth’s continued presence in his life.
Despite this, however, Percy sleeps over at Annabeth’s more often than not these days, even though her place is objectively further away than Nico’s. It’s really fucking nice, actually, waking up to tea and pancakes and the love of her life doing pushups in her living room.
She tries not to think about how it’s partly probably because he doesn’t want to see Thalia. Or that Thalia doesn’t want to see him. Or both, and that him sleeping here is just the easiest way of dealing with it.
So it’s not really a reconciliation. They’d done that weeks ago. They’d spent nearly every day together since she’d stormed the stage door and told him she was pregnant. But this might be more important.
accepting the consequences
flufftober day 21: knuckle kiss
Magnus stares at his husband’s hands. They’re bruised, but not like when he’s pushed himself too hard in the training room or punishing himself. He isn’t rubbing at them like he’s trying to soothe the ache or make it worse.
He’s smiling, Magnus realizes, which means one thing: whatever or whoever Alec hit, he’s proud of it. Which, Magnus knows, means unequivocally that they deserved it.
“What happened?” he asks, joining his husband on the sofa. Magnus holds out an open hand, and Alec gives him his own, bruised knuckles and all.
Alec’s soft smile turns into a smirk. “You should see the other guy.”
Magnus snorts. “And what did he do that led to this?”
“It’s more what he said,” Alec says, his eyes meeting Magnus’s, and Magnus knows. Whatever it was, it was about him. “I took care of it. He’s learned his lesson, and I’ve already put a transfer in. There’s no place in my Institute for people like that.”
He thinks maybe he should be more upset—that some Shadowhunter was brave enough to insult him to his husband’s face, that the prejudice against Downworlders was still so strong despite all the progress they’d made, that his husband was getting into fights to defend him.
“Are you mad?” Alec asks, reading the silence for what it is as Magnus tries to determine for himself what he’s feeling.
But, no, he realizes. He isn’t mad.
“No,” Magnus tells him. “I don’t like the thought of you getting into fights, especially over me.” He cradles Alec’s hand in his own. “But, I would be a hypocrite to be mad, because I know I would do the same for you. So, thank you for defending me and my honor.”
“Always,” Alec says with a conviction that reminds Magnus so much of their wedding vows.
He holds up his free hand, blue magic sparking at his fingertips. “Can I?” he asks, nodding to Alec’s hand.
“Don’t,” Alec says, and Magnus raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you remember the Lightwood motto? We break noses and accept the consequences.”
Magnus rolls his eyes. “I thought you were joking about that.” Alec only shrugs. “Alright, well,” Magnus says, “the consequences of you defending me so valiantly are that I want to heal your hand and take care of you, so accept them.”
Alec rolls his own eyes at that, but he smiles and gestures for Magnus to go ahead. The bruises fade easily, and Magnus lifts his hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to Alec’s knuckles.
“C’mere,” Alec whispers, something Magnus still hasn’t quite figured out how to name even after all this time in his eyes. He goes willingly as his husband pulls him into a hug.
“I love you,” Magnus tells him, feeling Alec’s answer in the kiss he presses into Magnus’s hair.
how about date as a word for buck and eddie?
lorna, i am so sorry this took so long, and that it’s so short
Eddie is going on a date tonight, which is fine, really. Except the date is with Buck, and he’s freaking out about it.
When Buck asked Eddie if he wanted to get dinner “as more than friends, Eds”, Eddie couldn’t quite believe it. He’d agreed, of course. He loves Buck, and has known for quite a while that his feelings aren’t strictly platonic.
He really doesn’t want to mess this up though, doesn’t want to face living a life without Buck in it because he couldn’t keep his feelings in check.
Eddie checks the time, 6.57pm, Buck is picking him up in three minutes, and damn, his hair doesn’t look right and he’s probably sweating and oh god he’s messing this up already.
There’s a knock at the door and Eddie makes his way through the house, wiping his palms on his trousers as he goes.
When he opens the door, Buck is standing there, looking like a damn model and he’s holding..flowers? Flowers which are now being held in Eddie’s direction. “For you,” Buck says.
Nobody has ever bought Eddie flowers before, so it takes him a second to catch up before he takes them and opens the door to let Buck in.
Eddie heads to the kitchen in search of a vase, not that he knows where it is, or even if he still has one anymore.
“Bottom left cupboard, behind the pan with the yellow handle” Buck supplies, and since when did he own a pan with a yellow handle? And why does Buck know more about his house than he does?
Sure enough, the vase he doesn’t really remember bringing from Texas is right where Buck said. He quickly fills the vase and puts the flowers in it, he’ll figure out where he wants to display them another time.
“Ready to go?” Eddie asks, even though he’s sure he’s still sweating, mostly from nerves but definitely from the way Buck looks in his white shirt with the two top buttons open.
They make their way out to the jeep, and when Buck opens the door for him Eddie has to remind himself to breathe.
1. David Rose x Patrick Brewer
Patrick… I’ve never liked a smile as much as I like yours. I’ve never felt as safe as I do when I’m with you. I’ve never known love like I have when we’re together. It’s not been an easy road for me, but knowing that you will always be there for me at the end of it makes everything okay. Patrick Brewer, you are my happy ending.
