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Hi! Sorry for the delay! My brain has not been cooperative these last few days. But! I did manage to write something for this; in fact I have just finished this ficlet, and since it's only a little over 300 words... you get the whole thing! Be warned - this is pure, tooth-rotting fluff. Your Smile: Like Sun, Like Peace Written for @malectober day 13: Grin (heyyy, almost on time!) Can also be read on Ao3.

It’s not often Magnus has gotten to see Alec like this. He’s… so happy. Not that he usually isn’t – Magnus takes great honor and satisfaction in making his dear Alexander smile as often as possible, but now that all the World Ending Crises seem to have been dealt with for the time being, that mission has gotten much easier.

Magnus won’t say everything is perfect. He has lived too long to tempt fate like that, and they do have some issues to deal with still – there’s still bigoted Clave officials, there’s still distrust between Shadowhunters and Downworlders, there’s still demons, there’s still nightmares. But those are things they can deal with, at their own pace. Those are things that allow them time to just relax together, the two of them, or with their family all together like today – both their families – for no reason other than they can and wanted to.

They’re at Taki’s, their favored restaurant for gatherings like this, with several tables pushed together to fit them all, Shadowhunters and Downworlders all mixed in together, no real way to tell where one family stops and another starts. Magnus didn’t hear what Alec said to his siblings, preoccupied by his own conversation, but his attention was drawn by Jace’s sputtering and the loud peals of laughter from near everyone else.

Maybe Alec feels Magnus’ gaze on him, or maybe he just wants to share the happiness with him, but in either case, Magnus’ darling husband turns to look at him, and Magnus falls impossibly more in love with him at the grin lighting up his whole being.

“What?” Alec asks him, grin still firmly in place, arm slung casually over the back of Magnus’ chair.

Magnus shakes his head a little and smiles back. “I love you,” is all he can say, but truly, that’s all he needs.

56:How many people have you fist fought?

I’ve been in one actual fistfight, in the seventh grade. The kid basically would harass me 100% of the time that he was near me, and eventually I just snapped. I punched him in the face six times exactly before looking up at one of my teachers like “okay, I’m done” while this kid is still punching me in the face.

Here you go - this is from the fill for day 16: Coffee/Tea Break, with CodyWan ^-^

The coffee, when Cody tries it, is rich and creamy and warm – both in taste and temperature. With the spices, and the sugar, and the lightly whipped cream on top, it feels almost decadent in a way Cody just isn’t used to and maybe hadn’t thought he would enjoy, but—but he does. He takes another sip of his caf and looks over the top of the mug at Obi-Wan smiling at him from across the small kitchen table, and—yeah. He could get used to this. “It’s called Sunrise Caf,” Obi-Wan tells him with a smile that’s both fond and a little mischievous. “I thought it was appropriate.”  

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Heh, despite pretty much starting over with this fic today, I'm almost done with it now!

Cody finds a stable of sorts to take shelter in for the night. It’s not much, but it’s got what he needs: He’s hidden from view and mostly sheltered from the elements (no one’s acting like a sandstorm is coming, but who knows, and besides – Tatooine may be a desert planet, but it can still get cold at night), there’s a bit of water, and the… whatever creature this is, it doesn’t seem to mind him being here. It made a strange sort of snorting noise in complaint when he came close to it, but stopped once he squeezed in past it and settled down at the back of the little cave-like structure.

Of course! Sorry it took so long

He's not overly surprised to see Rex alive and working with Echo to fight the Empire or whatever it is they’re doing. Sure, Imperial records have him listed as killed in action, but it’s hardly the first time they’re wrong, and it won’t be the last either. He is surprised when Echo frees himself from the girl to instead bring Crosshair in for a tight hug.

Yesssss

It does nothing at all the hide the relaxed set of his shoulders or the way he’s practically glowing with satisfaction. “Had fun?” Hunter asks after making sure that Omega at least is still asleep. “Mm-hmm,” Crosshair hums as he crawls back up in the new cot they’ve put up over the weapons’ rack so they’d each have one, instead of someone having to sleep in the cockpit chairs (they’d offered putting up one for Omega too, but she insisted she was happy with the gunner’s mount).

Good to know! (genuine) I figure some people don't want to read it, at least, and that's fair! I usually don't write much smut/NSWF anyway, and have been writing non-smut bits for these asks, just in case, but uhm. That's... less of an option with this fic now 😅 SO! You get some... almost smut? Pre-smut? Does this count as actual smut?

Crosshair hums and stretches just a little, letting Rex feel him shifting beneath him. “I could be fully naked,” he drawls when Rex’s hand keeps only playing with the waistband. Rex growls, a low sound against Crosshair’s shoulder, and the next moment Crosshair is on his back, underwear gone, and Rex pressed against his front, head to toe. “You’re such an ass,” Rex breathes into his throat, his chin, “so beautiful.”

Of course! This took a while, because Life and also I'm a little bit stuck with this fic, but here you go!