#intangibel

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten & Aaron Minyard, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Katelyn/Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick & Aaron Minyard & Andrew Minyard Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Warning: Drake Spear, Canon-Typical Violence, canon typical AFTG warnings, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Torture, Neil agrees to testify for aaron, Discussion of aaron’s trial, inaccurate portrayal of legal systems, Andrew is in Easthaven, Neil Josten is Not Fine, Protective Foxes (All For The Game), Betsy makes everything better, Oblivious Neil Josten, Wholesome Twinyards, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Neil goes to the FBI to allow him to testify as Neil, Background Relationships, Pre-Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Demisexual Neil Josten, Asexual Character, Asexuality Spectrum, Protective Aaron Minyard, Slow Burn, glacial speed build to andriel

Summary:  What if the threat of Aaron being charged with murder was more significant and Neil found out that he could prevent Andrew from having to be at the trial if he were to testify. What would he be willing to sacrifice to achieve that?

What if instead of refusing to testify for Aaron, Neil decides to make a deal with the FBI to become their witness against his father if they’ll backstop his current identity. He thinks it means signing his death warrant and losing the Foxes. Betsy, Aaron and the Foxes are determined to convince him it doesn’t have to be all or nothing, his father’s people are coming for him and that’s not even starting on what Andrew will have to say about Neil choosing to martyr himself.

OKAY BUT I NEED MAGNUS TAKING SUCH GOOD CARE OF ALEC BECAUSE HE DESERVES IT AND MAGNUS LOVES HIM AND WORRIES ABOUT ALEC!!! 

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Magnus scowled and looked at his phone again with a deep sigh.  The message that Alexander would be late, again, for the third time this week due to a double shift was more than a little concerning.  It was still too early in their relationship for him to show up and drag Alexander to bed from his office, but Magnus was going to make sure that he slept tonight, no matter what.  

There had been no increase in demonic activity to warrant this kind of schedule, and Magnus had a sneaking suspicion this had to do with Maryse Lightwood's return from Idris more than it did what the Institute required.  Which meant that the second Alec walked through his door, he was going to take at least two days off to be able to sleep.  

The sound of a quick knock on his door had him jolting to his feet and Magnus opened the door with his magic, taking in the slumped picture of his boyfriend.  Alec was only here on his insistence, and since they hadn't done more than accidentally fall asleep together on the couch a few times, what he was about to propose was likely a step beyond what they should be doing.  

Alec blinked tiredly, trying to smile.  "Magnus," he breathed.  He took a step into the loft and nearly stumbled over his shoes as he tried to kick them off.  "M'sorry, know I canceled date night again, I didn't mean-"

"Hey," Magnus interrupted him, reaching out to press his fingers to Alec's lips.  "Not right now," he added.  He replaced his fingers with his lips and kissed Alec, soft and gentle.  "You can apologize to me when you're not falling asleep standing up.  Come on."  He reached down and took Alec's hand, tugging him further into the loft.  

Alec yawned.  "Won't be good company, I'm too tired."  

"You're going to be the perfect company to sleep next to, and that's all I want for both of us," Magnus said, continuing to tug Alec towards his bedroom.  Once the door was shut behind the both of them, Alec blinked and looked around the room before squinting at Magnus.  "Magnus?"  

Magnus grinned and stole a quick kiss from Alexander.  "Just to sleep tonight, Alexander.  But I don't want you to do anything for the next twenty-four hours.  You are beyond dead on your feet."  

Alec grunted and dropped his hands to his belt with a sigh.  The idea of doing nothing more than face planting into the mattress was tempting.  He took a deep breath and looked up at Magnus.  "Can you...?"  

Magnus nodded and waved his hands, his magic washing over Alec in a wave, cleaning him and dressing him in a worn shirt and comfy sweatpants.  "Better?" 

Alec nodded and bit down a loud yawn, shuffling towards the bed.  "I'm going to fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow."  

Magnus climbed into bed, and patted the free side of the bed.  "I know you are.  And you're probably going to sleep for at least ten or fifteen hours."  

Alec grunted out his agreement, clambering next to Magnus, shifting until he was closer to his boyfriend, looking at him.  He sighed and leaned in close, pressing his forehead against Magnus' collarbone.  "This okay?"  

Magnus immediately sank his fingers into Alec's hair, rubbing his scalp and combing through the strands gently.  "More than.  Do you want me closer?"  

"Don't want you uncomfortable," Alec mumbled, yawning again, even as his arm crept up, his hand resting on Magnus' waist.  

"I'm perfectly fine," Magnus said, scooting closer until Alec's arm was secure around his waist and he was pressed up against his shadowhunter, Alec cradled much more in his arms.  "How about now?"  

Alec sighed in relief and sagged into Magnus' arms.  "Perfect," he whispered, nuzzling Magnus' neck.  Magnus was warm, and his bed was comfortable, and he knew he was safe, and for the first time in days, his mother wasn't breathing down his neck, questioning him about every single aspect of his life.  Alec yawned again and let his eyes fall shut.  

"Sleep," Magnus coaxed, keeping his fingers running through Alec's hair.  "I'll be here when you wake up, I promise."  

"Sounds nice," Alec admitted.  "Would like that."  

"Then you'll have it," Magnus promised, his voice soft.  "Don't worry, Alexander.  I'm going to take good care of you."  When Alec responded with a quiet snore against his skin, Magnus smiled and let his own eyes fall shut, relaxing into the hold of Alec's arms.  

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Waking up to see the sun fully risen, Magnus had waved his fingers and put blackout curtains in place before Alec could be disturbed and had let the shadowhunter sleep until he'd sat up blearily, looking around, his eyes unfocused and confused.  

"Alexander?" Magnus asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.  "You okay?"  

Alec squinted at the curtains.  "It's not night, is it?"  

Magnus chuckled and lifted the curtains just a bit.  "No, it isn't.  Late, for certain, but it isn't night."  

Alec slumped back to the pillows and nodded, blowing out a hard breath.  "I have a problem now, Magnus."  

Magnus raised his eyebrows.  "I'd say you have many problems, considering the schedule that you worked this week, Alexander.  But what, in particular, are you referring to in this case?"  

"I'm never going to want to sleep in my bed again," Alec admitted, looking at Magnus, starting to laugh.  "Yours is too fucking comfy.  How am I supposed to go back?"  

A startled laugh escaped Magnus and he settled onto the bed beside Alexander, rolling his eyes.  "I think you'll find some way to cope."  

Alec turned hopeful eyes to Magnus and smiled.  “You know what the best way to cope would be?”  

Magnus raised his eyebrows.  “Enlighten me?”  

“Spending more time in your bed than mine,” Alec teased, his cheeks flushing as he stared at Magnus.  “If, uh, obviously, you want me there, or want to do that, or think you’re ready for-” 

Magnus pressed his finger against Alec’s lips, admiring their softness once again, taking a deep breath.  He smiled at alec and removed his finger, kissing his earnest and eager shadowhunter softly.  “I’d like that, Alexander.”  Alec’s smile lit up his entire face and Magnus felt his heart start to pound.  “I’d like that very much.”  

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that makes a lot of sense, actually. i hadn’t thought of moving as a grieving process, but it certainly would make a lot of sense and give some insight into why i get this upset every time i move, even when it’s an exciting prospect.

for this day i’d like to draw attention to 

my last and only hope by @intangibel​

In 2035, a violent storm forces NASA's Ares III Mission to Mars to be aborted but during the evacuation, Isabelle Lightwood is hit by debris and lost in the storm. The last telemetry from her suit indicates no signs of life. Believing she is dead and in imminent peril themselves, her crew take off to return to their orbiting vessel, Hermes. But Isabelle survived and has just made contact with NASA.

Now the race is on for Alec, one of NASA's astrodynamicists and Izzy's brother, to find a way to rescue her. With everything stacked against them, including their own mother (NASA's Administrator) refusing to authorise a rescue mission, there's only one company, one person with a rocket that could launch in time - and it’s owned by Magnus Bane.

Can Alec convince him it’s worth the risk? And what will he have to give him in return if Izzy is brought home safely?

this is a new read for me by the ever talented bel! one of my fave films/books now a malec au, HELLS YEAH SIGN ME THE F UP! 

made all the difference by @ladymatt​

Since finishing work, Alec had been reflecting on how Magnus, and their beautiful relationship, had changed his life for the better in just a few short weeks, so when he arrives back at the loft to enjoy yet another evening full of love, laughter and liquor, he takes a few private moments to appreciate just how great it is to be in love - especially with Magnus Bane!

Very cool! I didn’t know this, and I’m very glad to see that they’re doing such wonderful work. Also what an amazing experience for your first Pride!

(If anyone is curious, WINC are Older Women in Cohousing Inc. You can check out their Facebook for more info, where they describe their group:

Older Women in Cohousing Inc. [WINC] is a group of about 20 women, most lesbians, some not, ranging in age from about 50 to about 75+ working to create a cohousing community in Daylesford, Victoria, Australia. We have 20 active members and another 15 who are observers/friends. We are looking for more women who wish to join our group. We plan to include communal spaces and privately owned homes, with a small proportion of homes rented to women who meet the social housing criteria. Our 28 houses will be environmentally sustainable with at least 8-star energy performance.We seek to build a community of older women who share common life experience and values and who will strive to live in harmony with the group.

Thanks for sending a prompt Bel!! I hope you like this! <3

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When Magnus notices, it’s a punch to the gut. It makes bile climb up his throat, seeing the nauseatingly yellow magic around Alec’s hands– his Alec, his darling Alexander, using another warlock’s magic is intolerable.

And Lorenzo, the bastard, he knew. He knew how it would feel to see another’s magic around his fucking fiance.

Magnus is well aware that it’s neither the time nor the place for such a primal reaction. The truth is, the alliance rune had saved those closest to him and secured his own freedom from Edom.

That doesn’t mean that Magnus doesn’t almost choke on the knowledge, though.

Still, everything happens so fast after the rescue mission and it’s weeks later before it comes up again. The two of them are walking through Central Park and it’s the most peaceful Magnus can remember feeling in years– decades maybe.

It’s winter and they’re bundled up in their coats and scarves and Alec’s wearing those fingerless gloves that Magnus adores even if he wonders how on earth Alec’s staving away frostbite. It’s quiet, snow spitting down, and it feels like they’re in their own little world.

Alec hauls him a little closer with his arm over his shoulder and Magnus hides a grin in his scarf, tightening his own arm that’s slung low around Alec’s back.

“You know,” Alec starts and when Magnus looks up, it’s clear that his husband is choosing his words carefully, that this is far from the spontaneous little conversation he’s clearing aiming for. “I love your magic.”

A little taken aback at the abrupt declaration, Magnus merely blinks. “Thank you, darling,” he says, nonplussed.

He looks up in time to see Alec roll his eyes, though he doesn’t know if it’s at himself or Magnus. Looking over, the breath stalls in his chest at the intensity in Alec’s gaze.

“What I mean is– I love the feel of it, the way it seems to reach out to me sometimes, especially when you aren’t even paying attention. It feels familiar.” Magnus watches, entranced, as Alec swallows hard, as his tongue darts out to swipe across his lip. “It feels like home.”

Something melts in Magnus and he leans further into Alec. “Oh,” he says softly.

“Yeah.”

I feel like sometimes tech devices need a break from their regular user (who is often not that savvy) and act like shits just to force said user to let them hang out with someone who knows what they’re doing for a while.