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▬ 𝐦𝐚𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥: 𝟕 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 🐚

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Don’t think of Happy, who had been with Tony long before he had returned from being held by terrorists, after which he had immediately asked for a cheeseburger. Don’t think of how he must have felt when his daughter asked for the same thing after Tony’s death.

Don’t think of Peter, who had finally gotten that hug when he wasn’t turning to ash, only to have Tony slip away only a few moments later. Don’t think of how it must have felt for him to lose yet another parental figure, the grief he must have faced.

Don’t think of Rhodey, who had known Tony since they were both in MIT, and who had already nearly lost him to terrorists all those years ago. Who had been by his side all these years, especially during his Avenging, only to watch as he slipped away.

Don’t think of Harley, who had met Tony so long ago in his shed, and who hadn’t heard much else from him until his funeral.

Don’t think of Morgan, who was only five, and whose last words to her father were “I love you 3000,” and who had these very words returned to her in the recording Tony left behind before he died.

And definitely don’t think of Tony, who was so close to the happy ending he fought so hard for. Who had his second kid back — the first being Harley — and even had a third with the love of his life.

Of course. And, as promised too, San Junipero!AU. Available on AO3.

Alec watched the bodies moving on the dance floor, completely entranced. None of them moved the same, but they all moved as one. From his seat by the bar, Alec could feel the beat of the music pouring through him. Eighties music, something he remembered from his siblings’ parties. From when they were young.

Closing his eyes, Alec pushed those memories aside. No. He wasn’t there to think about his siblings. They had agreed to it. This was Alec’s chance to live. For the first time, he could live and not just survive. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Jace or Izzy.

For once, Alec was supposed to just worry about himself.

The music changed to Maniac but that wasn’t what made Alec open his eyes. It was the feeling of being watched. Sure enough, Alec saw him right away. A man, staring straight at him from the other side of the bar. Gorgeous triangular eyes highlighted by a shimmering line of gold. Hair combed in all directions, shining like his jacket. He was just so handsome.

The man smiled and approached. “Enjoying the song?”

“Not bad,” Alec said tersely and cursing himself. No. He didn’t have to do that there. He tried to smile.

“I guess I’m more of a rock kind of guy.”

“That’s easy to fix.” The guy smirked. He took Alec’s untouched beer from his hand, lacing their fingers instead. “Come with me.”

And by God, Alec did.

Magnus negotiates with his father. It doesn’t go as planned.

Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane & Asmodeus Tags: Edom, Angst with a Happy Ending (Maybe), Father-Son Relationship, Hurt/Comfort

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The flames were tearing at his skin, flaring against the spell which called upon them. The shrieking rays of molten heat were only fuelled by Magnus’s screams, growing bigger and more destructive as they devoured his entire being. A thick black cloud exploded into the air, transforming the loft into plumes of darkness and misery. He heard Alec cry out, a desperate Magnus! as the fire spiked. Overcome, he fell to his knees, his flesh burning, and when he dragged his head back up, desperately wishing to see Alec’s face one more time, he found himself looking into the scorching heat of an orange sun.

He felt the portal close behind him, cutting off Alec’s sobs and pleas. With a groan, he stood up, the fire still licking at his skin, but no longer causing any pain. The air was thick with magic, twisted and evil as it tried to burn itself into his body. With guilt in his heart, Magnus let out a deep breath, and let his feet carry him through Edom.

Walking through the desolate wasteland before him proved harder than he expected. The dust settled heavily on his shoulders, in his mouth, clinging to him and making him fight for every breath. He didn’t know how long he had been walking, only that every landscape looked the same, and for a second, he felt despair pull him further down. The growing realisation that he might not succeed in his mission had tears prickling at his eyes.

Sudden footsteps made Magnus stop. He raised his hands, magic at his fingertips, the red merging with the world around him. Turning around, he saw them. Hundreds of demons slinking towards him, groaning and screaming, black liquid oozing to the ground.

“Well,” Magnus’s voice breaking from disuse, “shit.”

magnus bane is my favorite character of all time. of all time. and i remember reading the books and falling in love with him. not the romantic type of falling in love, but the one where you just idolize and look up to the character.

and i need to thank harry shum jr.

because while cassandra clare created the idea of magnus bane, the idea of a bisexual man that drinks too much, has exotic taste in fashion and has been hurt too many times for any of us to count, but who still helps, has a heart of gold and is kind,

harry shum jr gave him a face.

i was scared magnus would be ruined for me, but i was wrong. scared for no reason at all.

because the way i had imagined magnus to be, to walk, to move, to talk, is exactly the way that harry shum jr does it.

he pronounces the words the way i had imagined.

he moves the way i had imagined.

he uses facial expressions that i always imagined magnus wearing.

he walks the way i imagined magnus walking, with a tone of elegance that no one could ever compare to.

he does everything the exact same way i had imagined magnus bane doing it.

and this is not about harry not looking like magnus bane, or having the wrong height or eye color, this is about harry being magnus bane.

when i watch sh, i see magnus. there is not even the slightest hint of harry shum jr anywhere, and thats what an actor should be like.

do you see what i mean? even in scenes like this, the small fucking movements he does are SO MAGNUS BANE ITS CRAZY. i dont see harry. whos harry? where? never heard of him?

and thats what i mean, harry literally becomes magnus bane. he becomes magnus bane to the point of disappearing himself. he just disappears into thin air, showing no signs of ever having been there. thats talent right there. and i appreciate it so much.

harry shum jr is a legend.

and i will repeat this till the day i die.

because harry shum jr gave the mere idea of a character a face, and thats smth only legends can do.