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Reddie, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, post-chapter 2, 4k

There was a flutter in his chest and his muscles seized. For a moment, Eddie thought he was having a heart attack. Then the thought settled in his brain as a nagging, then screaming, voice.

You’re having a heart attack. Oh my god, it’s a heart attack. I’m going to die I’m going to die I’m going to die.

His heart fluttered again and blood rushed up to his cheeks.

What is happening to me?

Richie broke the kiss between them.  

An unbearable moment passed. Then another. And another.

“Eddie?” Richie looked at the wild panic that had glazed over Eddie’s eyes. “Oh shit,” he brought a hand up and ran it through his hair. “I shouldn’t have done that. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Why did I do that, he thought to himself.

Why did he do that, Eddie thought, Why did it feel right?

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The potion is almost finished. It only needs to simmer for a few more minutes until it turns a ghastly mustard yellow. It’s a putrid green now and Magnus sighs as he continues his slow but steady counter-clockwise stirring.

This particular request was from a bastard of a client but he was willing to pay his thirty percent rush order fee and while the potion would be an irritant to the recipient, it didn’t violate his code of business ethics.

Biting back a yawn, Magnus blinks rapidly. It’s late at night– probably verging closer to dawn than dusk– and Alec’s out on patrol. Magnus had taken the opportunity to catch up on work in his apothecary. He’s always enjoyed these hours in-between and it’s soothing, working methodically through client orders.

Expecting Alec back in a few hours, he frowns a little. He sighs and there’s no one to hear him, to hear the disappointment that he’ll be crawling into a cool bed alone soon. It confounds him, exasperates him, but Magnus dreads falling asleep without his boyfriend.

It rarely happens these days. As Head of the Institute, Alec keeps much more regular hours and only ventures out on patrol during exceptionally trying times or– once a week– because he wants to keep a hand in the game.

What game, Magnus still has yet to learn but it keeps Alec on an even keel and always results in a slow, thoroughly appreciative bout of sex the next morning.

At least he has something to look forward to, Magnus thinks with a wry twist of his mouth. He always makes it a point to book appointments after noon the day after a night patrol is scheduled and those weekday mornings are some of his favorite hours in the week– making breakfast for the two of them, reverently cataloging Alec as he stumbles to the breakfast table, still mostly asleep, their quiet conversation with laughter lingering in the undertones more often than not. It’s everything he wants in a relationship– everything he could wish for him and Alexander.

He’s just pouring the potion into a small vial when he’s startled by his ringtone. Magnus has a habit of turning the volume all the way up when he knows Alec’s in the field– he doesn’t want to miss a call or urgent string of texts if he’s needed.

Vicious curses slip from him as his heart immediately seizes in a dull panic. He shouldn’t be hearing from Alec and his mind starts whirling at those implications. Startled then, the mostly full vial slips out of his hands and falls to the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces.

Magnus: What’s missing?

Alec: Th-the thing!! I-I don’t know!!

Magnus: *turns around, holding their baby* What thing?

Alec: Oh! Oof, never mind, you have it

Magnus : Wh-

@ficletinstruments reveals are up, and here’s my contribution for the week:

Title: Glamour Link: On AO3 Pairing: TWI Magnus Bane/TWI Alec Lightwood Tags: Established relationship, drunken confessions, hangover, H/C, ‘This World Inverted’ AU. Summary: It’s been centuries since Magnus has shown anyone his warlock mark.

*

The smell of coffee is the first thing that percolates into Magnus’s sleep-fogged senses. He stretches, peels his eyes open, winces. His mouth tastes sour, the lingering remnants of last night’s cocktails. Far, far too many of them, now that he’s thinking about it. He remembers Alec standing up to toast the happy couple, a blur of dancing and drinking and laughter…

After that, it’s all a fuzzy blank. Although at some point Alec apparently brought him home, took his shoes off, and poured him into bed. How mortifying.

“Hey,” says a soft voice from the door, and Magnus lifts his head slightly to see Alec standing there in pajama bottoms, holding a pair of coffee cups. “How are you feeling?”

“Embarrassed,” Magnus admits, levering himself upright. Alec crosses the room to sit down beside him and press one of the cups into his hands. “A bit sore. I hope I didn’t make too much of a scene.”

“Nah, you were fine.” Alec settles his free hand on Magnus’s nape, fingers scritching into his hair. Magnus leans into it, closes his eyes. There’s a strange, half-familiar ache at the back of them, and the bright sunlight isn’t helping. “You’re a sappy drunk, though.”

Magnus huffs laughter. “So I’ve heard. It’s been a while since I’ve overindulged like that.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said last night.” He can hear the smile in Alec’s voice. The silence that stretches out between them feels comfortable, the warmth of Alec’s body soothing. At least until Alec shifts and says, “Is that something you can fix? With your…” he trails off, and Magnus opens his eyes in time to see Alec’s hand lift, flutter vaguely. “You know. Magic?”

Magnus tenses, a chill flashing through him. The cup rattles in his hand, splashing hot coffee over his fingers. “What?”

“Yeah, you…” Alec tilts his head to look at him. “You don’t remember.”

“Remember what?” Magnus says unsteadily. “Alexander—”

“Shit,” Alec mutters, and then, “Sorry. Yeah, you um. Showed me. Last night.”

“I don’t know what you think you saw, but—”

“Magnus,” Alec says softly. He reaches out, hesitates, then takes Magnus’s cup out of his hands and sets it on the floor, along with his own. Magnus wraps his arms around himself, unmoored, something like panic rising up through the sludgy hangover. He squeezes his eyes shut, and only then realizes why that ache feels familiar. His glamour is down. His eyes are slit-pupiled, cat-yellow, unmistakably inhuman.

And Alec has been sitting here talking to him the whole time, like it doesn’t even matter. Like his whole understanding of the world hasn’t been turned upside-down.

“Magnus,” Alec says again. His hand settles carefully on Magnus’s cheek. “It’s okay. I promise. I was—” he laughs a little. “I was a little surprised last night, okay? But it’s alright. Can you please look at me?”

Alec is still here. Alec has seen him—Alec knows—and he’s still here.

Warning: Major Character Death

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He stands tall and the tension in his spine makes him wonder just how long he has before his back breaks.

He stands, staring straight ahead. He doesn’t feel the stares that land on him, a mix of worry and sympathy and distrust.

In the front row, his eyes don’t leave the altar where his love lies under a snowy white sheet. Distantly, he listens to the Silent Brother extol his husband’s innumerable praises.

He bites back a sob until his mouth fills with blood. They could have an eternity and not have enough time to list Alec’s best qualities, his endless successes.

Blinking slowly, he doesn’t feel his glamour disintegrate. Even if he did, he wouldn’t mind. Not today. Alec had always loved his mark and though Magnus never understood it, he finds it only appropriate to give his husband this final gift.

Instead of the icy chill of the Institute, his gaze grow unseeing as he replays a thousand memories in flashes that threaten to bring him to his knees.

When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now). 

I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes. 

Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable - ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that. 

babydoll when it comes to a lover

Magnus and Alec show their daughter New York.

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He holds the entire world in both of his hands. Alec’s fingers tangled with his right and his left being gripped by tiny tanned fingers with sunset shaded scales cascading along them.

She’s four now, their little Summer, time flying by in a way that Magnus has never experienced in his centuries of living. It seems like just yesterday he’d brought her home, a small voice in the back of his mind telling him she could be theirs growing louder when Alec finally said it out loud.

They’re walking along the street just down from the New York Institute. It’s odd, they haven’t been in New York in almost four years for more than a few short hours, not since they’d first decided to adopt her and brought her to meet Maryse before anyone else and then had a massive get together with their whole extended family. Their demanding jobs in Alicante mixed with raising a newborn had made it that if their family wanted to see them, they had to be the ones to make the trip.

And make the trip they have. Maryse and Luke drop by on a monthly basis and have taken to being grandparents in a way that doesn’t surprise Magnus in the slightest. Luke had always been a guiding parental figure and Maryse has changed so much over the years wanting to ensure she did it right from the start with her granddaughter in the ways she hadn’t with her children. When in need of a babysitter, she’s never turned them down, not even on her and Luke’s five-year wedding anniversary a few months prior.

This is for a twitter prompt I got a while ago for Malec fic where Magnus is sick or hurt and Alec has to look after him.

Also on AO3: Knight in Shining Armor

*

He doesn’t actually realize that something is really wrong until they make it into the cabin, which is dark and smells faintly musty. Magnus pulls the door shut behind him as Alec moves deeper into the room, wrinkling his nose. It’s not going to be the most pleasant place to spend the night, but he’s pretty sure that if Magnus tries to make a portal in this condition they’ll end up at the bottom of the Mariana Trench or something.

“Well,” he says. “There’s a bed, anyway. Luke said there should be some canned food in here and the water’s hooked up, so…”

He trails off as he turns. Magnus is tilted against the door, head back, eyes closed, hands hanging loosely at his sides. Eventually, he lifts a hand to rub clumsily at his face, then opens his eyes. It’s hard to tell in the dim light, but they don’t look like they’re entirely focused, and there’s a grayish tinge to his skin. Worried, Alec takes a step closer. “Are you okay?”

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“Can you turn that off?”, Alec asks, annoyed. On the radio, an uncomfortably familiar voice is crooning on and on about missed opportunities and what-ifs. It’s a good song, he can admit that much, for anyone not prone to getting sucked into unfortunate spirals of treacherous, futile daydreams of things that might have been different if only he’d been braver, once upon a time. 

He tries to slap her hand away, but Izzy won’t budge. Instead, she turns up the volume.

“What happened to our ‘the driver picks the music’ rule?”

Izzy pretends to be blissfully unaware of his bad temper. “Doesn’t apply when it’s good music from one of your former classmates.”

“Not my classmate,” Alec points out, fingers clenching on the steering wheel. 

Izzy shrugs. “Close enough. How often to people from our school get famous?Especially people in our age range? I mean, you shared a couple of classes, he was only grade above you, so don’t pretend to be all high and mighty about this.”

Alec sighs and resigns himself to his fate. In the passenger seat, Izzy sings along at the top of her lungs, as if she knows what it feels like, to love someone and not be able to connect to them, to be with them the way you want to. As if that’s ever happened to her, as if anyone ever turned her down or broke her heart. Usually she was the one responsible for other people’s heartbreak.

Maybe he’s just bitter because for him, the song hits painfully close to home. 

Stranger Things 3 + iconic lines

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He wakes up early that Saturday. Alec isn’t a morning person– shadowhunters are notorious night owls– but on that first Saturday of the month, he sets an alarm for six and doesn’t even groan when the chorus of I’m Not Okay starts blaring in the dark of his room.

He turns the alarm off and lays on his back, staring up at the ornate ceiling of his bedroom. No one else will take note of the day but it’s important to him and Alec will quietly celebrate in what little ways he can.

It’s the first of June.