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Tell Me Your Love Is Still Only Mine
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.
Youâre having a heart attack. Oh my god, itâs a heart attack. Iâm going to die Iâm going to die Iâm 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. Â
An unbearable moment passed. Then another. And another.
âEddie?â Richie looked at the wild panic that had glazed over Eddieâs eyes. âOh shit,â he brought a hand up and ran it through his hair. âI shouldnât have done that. Fuck, Iâm sorry.â
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. Itâs 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 didnât violate his code of business ethics.
Biting back a yawn, Magnus blinks rapidly. Itâs late at nightâ probably verging closer to dawn than duskâ and Alecâs out on patrol. Magnus had taken the opportunity to catch up on work in his apothecary. Heâs always enjoyed these hours in-between and itâs soothing, working methodically through client orders.
Expecting Alec back in a few hours, he frowns a little. He sighs and thereâs no one to hear him, to hear the disappointment that heâll 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 orâ once a weekâ 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 weekâ 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. Itâs everything he wants in a relationshipâ everything he could wish for him and Alexander.
Heâs just pouring the potion into a small vial when heâs startled by his ringtone. Magnus has a habit of turning the volume all the way up when he knows Alecâs in the fieldâ he doesnât want to miss a call or urgent string of texts if heâs needed.
Vicious curses slip from him as his heart immediately seizes in a dull panic. He shouldnât 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.
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Alec: *running into the room* Itâs missing!
Magnus: Whatâs missing?
Alec: Th-the thing!! I-I donât know!!
Magnus: *turns around, holding their baby* What thing?
Alec: Oh! Oof, never mind, you have it
Magnus : Wh-
Magnus : YOU MEAN OUR CHILD?!

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Glamour
@ficletinstruments reveals are up, and hereâs my contribution for the week:
Title: Glamour Link: On AO3 Pairing:Â TWI Magnus Bane/TWI Alec Lightwood Tags: Established relationship, drunken confessions, hangover, H/C, âThis World Invertedâ AU. Summary: Itâs been centuries since Magnus has shown anyone his warlock mark.
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The smell of coffee is the first thing that percolates into Magnusâs sleep-fogged senses. He stretches, peels his eyes open, winces. His mouth tastes sour, the lingering remnants of last nightâs cocktails. Far, far too many of them, now that heâs thinking about it. He remembers Alec standing up to toast the happy couple, a blur of dancing and drinking and laughterâŚ
After that, itâs all a fuzzy blank. Although at some point Alec apparently brought him home, took his shoes off, and poured him into bed. How mortifying.
âHey,â 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. âHow are you feeling?â
âEmbarrassed,â Magnus admits, levering himself upright. Alec crosses the room to sit down beside him and press one of the cups into his hands. âA bit sore. I hope I didnât make too much of a scene.â
âNah, you were fine.â Alec settles his free hand on Magnusâs nape, fingers scritching into his hair. Magnus leans into it, closes his eyes. Thereâs a strange, half-familiar ache at the back of them, and the bright sunlight isnât helping. âYouâre a sappy drunk, though.â
Magnus huffs laughter. âSo Iâve heard. Itâs been a while since Iâve overindulged like that.â
âYeah, thatâs what you said last night.â He can hear the smile in Alecâs voice. The silence that stretches out between them feels comfortable, the warmth of Alecâs body soothing. At least until Alec shifts and says, âIs that something you can fix? With yourâŚâ he trails off, and Magnus opens his eyes in time to see Alecâs hand lift, flutter vaguely. âYou know. Magic?â
Magnus tenses, a chill flashing through him. The cup rattles in his hand, splashing hot coffee over his fingers. âWhat?â
âYeah, youâŚâ Alec tilts his head to look at him. âYou donât remember.â
âRemember what?â Magnus says unsteadily. âAlexanderââ
âShit,â Alec mutters, and then, âSorry. Yeah, you um. Showed me. Last night.â
âI donât know what you think you saw, butââ
âMagnus,â Alec says softly. He reaches out, hesitates, then takes Magnusâs 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 doesnât even matter. Like his whole understanding of the world hasnât been turned upside-down.
âMagnus,â Alec says again. His hand settles carefully on Magnusâs cheek. âItâs okay. I promise. I wasââ he laughs a little. âI was a little surprised last night, okay? But itâs alright. Can you please look at me?â
Alec is still here. Alec has seen himâAlec knowsâand heâs still here.
Magnus takes a deep breath and opens his eyes.
Alec: bro-
Magnus: you had your tongue down my throat five minutes ago, don't you fucking call me "bro"
Allâs well that ends well to end up with you.
As to be expected, over the centuries that Magnus Bane has lived, heâs felt many an emotion. Pain, longing, heartbreak, joy, love, hate. Some would be inclined to say heâd felt every emotion humanly impossible, though he chooses to disagree. Heâs always discovering new levels of his own subconscious, venturing into new feelings that unveil themselves with circumstances. Heâd felt fear before, but nothing like he felt when he saw Alexander with an arrow in his chest. Heâd felt joy before, but nothing like he felt when Alexander declared him his husband. Alexander, the source of so much welcomed change, so many smiles, so many laughs.
Itâs here, in this moment, that an emotion settles throughout his body, one completely unknown. Itâs like his stomach settles after centuries of churning, his eyes close without the thought of keeping one open, his fingers relax and grip onto a hand rather than curling and uncurling- readying his magic.
Itâs peace- completely unadulterated, unapologetic peace . The moment itself is nothing too out of the ordinary, heâs reclined on the sofa, his head pillowed on Alecâs chest, both their eyes closed but neither sleeping. The sound of his lovers beating heart ricocheting around his head like the worlds sweetest melody, the outdoor world muffled by the soft music floating through the loft, every point of contact of their bodies heightened by the sheer need to be close. Here, he has no worries, no regard for anything separate from the pair. Here, itâs like the world could burst into flames and heâd be immune, probably wouldnât even notice, would just burrow further into the comfort of his husbands arms.
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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 doesnât feel the stares that land on him, a mix of worry and sympathy and distrust.
In the front row, his eyes donât leave the altar where his love lies under a snowy white sheet. Distantly, he listens to the Silent Brother extol his husbandâs 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 Alecâs best qualities, his endless successes.
Blinking slowly, he doesnât feel his glamour disintegrate. Even if he did, he wouldnât 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.
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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 didnât 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 âpeanut butter cups.â (Iâm happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now).Â
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 didnât want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didnât 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 âHey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?â And she said âIâll be right there.â And she came and got me within minutes.Â
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 didnât seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldnât worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only âwomanâ around that wasnât 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 âNext time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? Iâve been craving them.â And she came and got me, just like that.Â
Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Donât discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is.Â
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Off topic, but very important! I was taught to yell âthis is not my mom/dad.â A young kid freaking out in public is likely to be ignored out of embarrassment, but a kid telling you right out that they donât know who is messing with them? That will turn heads.
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The Seasons Change
Magnus and Alec show their daughter New York.
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He holds the entire world in both of his hands. Alecâs fingers tangled with his right and his left being gripped by tiny tanned fingers with sunset shaded scales cascading along them.
Sheâs 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 heâd 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.
Theyâre walking along the street just down from the New York Institute. Itâs odd, they havenât been in New York in almost four years for more than a few short hours, not since theyâd 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 doesnât 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 hadnât with her children. When in need of a babysitter, sheâs never turned them down, not even on her and Lukeâs five-year wedding anniversary a few months prior.
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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.
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He doesnât 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. Itâs not going to be the most pleasant place to spend the night, but heâs pretty sure that if Magnus tries to make a portal in this condition theyâll end up at the bottom of the Mariana Trench or something.
âWell,â he says. âThereâs a bed, anyway. Luke said there should be some canned food in here and the waterâs hooked up, soâŚâ
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. Itâs hard to tell in the dim light, but they donât look like theyâre entirely focused, and thereâs a grayish tinge to his skin. Worried, Alec takes a step closer. âAre you okay?â
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Yay for little fic prompts!! Can you do a Malec human au one where they knew each other back in like High school, and one of them is a famous singer/actor and this happens? âyouâre famous and just got asked if you were ever in love this should be goodâ WAIT WHATâ Thanks!!
âCan you turn that off?â, Alec asks, annoyed. On the radio, an uncomfortably familiar voice is crooning on and on about missed opportunities and what-ifs. Itâs 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 heâd been braver, once upon a time.Â
He tries to slap her hand away, but Izzy wonât budge. Instead, she turns up the volume.
âWhat happened to our âthe driver picks the musicâ rule?â
Izzy pretends to be blissfully unaware of his bad temper. âDoesnât apply when itâs good music from one of your former classmates.â
âNot my classmate,â Alec points out, fingers clenching on the steering wheel.Â
Izzy shrugs. âClose 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 donât pretend to be all high and mighty about this.â
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 thatâs ever happened to her, as if anyone ever turned her down or broke her heart. Usually she was the one responsible for other peopleâs heartbreak.
Maybe heâs just bitter because for him, the song hits painfully close to home.Â
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After the Fall
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He wakes up early that Saturday. Alec isnât a morning personâ shadowhunters are notorious night owlsâ but on that first Saturday of the month, he sets an alarm for six and doesnât even groan when the chorus of Iâm 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 itâs important to him and Alec will quietly celebrate in what little ways he can.
Itâs the first of June.
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