#penelo14

He doesn't know who this is.

He doesn't know who the fuck this is, and that means she's who he's staring down from the corner of the room he's taken up guard in, arms folded across his chest, silent.

He picks up a lot of information by listening in on conversations around him. It's the primary way Mox has managed to keep his head above water without entirely breaking, though he's a shade of what he was younger, unencumbered, free.

"-Which brings us to today." Roddy Strong nudges up his glasses with one knuckle before reaching for his drink. "One too many attempts have been made on the fringes of our territory, and I'm not going to let it happen a third time. So he's going to take them out, and we're ending this once and for all."

Yeah. Always on Mox. He's not soured by the notion of more action, but he hates not being able to give input when his neck is on the line.

"He's low-maintenance. Knows what happens if he's not." Roddy's seen to that. "I keep him sharp. A working dog, not a housepet. I know the concept can be uncomfortable- different. But trust me when I tell you we're making use of a monster."

A bit of a Clizzy AU I still need to finish

Clary had decided a few weeks ago, after a run in with some guy who’d tried to take her bag, that she wanted to take self defense lessons. Naturally, Simon had offered to keep her company and enrolled in the class as well.

Something Clary is sure he is now regretting, if the way his eyes keep darting around the room nervously is any indication.

“He’s got a tattoo,” Simon whispers fiercely, “On his neck. A neck tattoo. Clary we’re going to die.”

“I think he’s the teacher.”

@penelo14

Who’s more dominant: Roman is the most dominant, Dean being dominant only sometimes and Seth is always the subbiest sub.

Who’s the cuddler: Roman, he loves cuddling the shit out of his boys.

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Depends how they sleep, if Roman’s in the middle they’ll curl around him to if he’s too hot Dean will be the big spoon to Seths little spoon.

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Cooking, Roman loves to cook for them and have the boys help him.

Who uses all the hot water: Seth, always, because he gets up at stupid o clock.

Most trivial thing they fight over: Picking up dirty washing and putting it in the hamper (or rather Dean not doing that and just throwing it within a couple of inches.)

Who does most of the cleaning: Roman, he’s a tad house proud.

What has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the netflix queue: Also Roman, he’s got a good eye for shows that they’re going to watch.

Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Usually Dean, seeing as he can bully them into coming down to fix it quicker.

Who leaves their stuff around: Dean.

Who remembers to buy the milk: Seth, he makes lots of lists.

Who remembers anniversaries: Seth, because of the lists.

Who cooks normally: Roman is head chef and the boys are his assistants.

How often do they fight: They don’t really /fight/ but they have small arguments every so often.

What do they do when they’re away from each other: They Skype each other every day.

Nicknames for each other: Roman is big dog or Ro, and Seth and Dean are kitten or baby boy.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner: Roman, he likes to treat his boys.

Who steals the covers at night: Dean, he feels the cold more than Seth and Roman.

What would they get each other for gifts: They’re not really gift givers, sexual favours and trying our fantasies are the best gifs.

Who kissed who first: Dean kisses Seth and Roman first.

Who made the first move: Dean, the kisses got the ball rolling.

Who remembers things: Seth and those lists!

Who started the relationship: Dean.

Who cusses more: Dean.

What would they do if the other one was hurt: Kiss them better!

Who is the dirty talker: Roman, once he’s in the mood. He has a filthy mouth.

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Becky had been dating Dean for a few months now,and was extremely happy with him,but had been dealing with shit from her annoying ex boyfriend, Baron Corbin. 

 Dating him turned out to be a huge mistake, he always treated her horribly and she couldn't stand it anymore,so she left him. Then she met Dean. She was just getting home from work when she approached her and Dean's home. Noticing that the front door was ajar,she felt her stomach turn. She pushed it open,seeing that the house was completely destroyed,and that Dean was nowhere to be seen. 

 "Dean?! "

The idea that she could be the hero that the elder foretold shook her.

To save the world? Is she truly capable?

Unable to sleep, she secluded herself in a large clearing within the forest close to the village, blasting magic all over the place. After several hours, she drops her staff and collapses to the ground, crying.

“I can’t do it.”

There are precious few things in this world that come without some blood, sweat, and tears. More than that? Patience- something Mox has in droves by sheer necessity.

A hefty reward for some woman with magic. Easy delivery, easy drop off, and a contact he trusts to not stab him in the back and not pay up when the time comes. There's risk and reward to all jobs, but this isn't the first time he's taken on the powered as nothing but a very dogged mundane human.

So he waits. He waits, and he watches, and he shifts when his bad arm starts to hurt, and as the night ticks by he gets a little bored at the light show, too. Pac's nearby, waiting for his signal- relatively realistic owl calls the lot of them have practiced.

Then she's down. She's down, and she's...crying?

"Shit," he murmurs, mouth twisting into a grin. He didn't expect that.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This is super old from The Vampire, The Witch, and Vengeance so the style is a bit different to how I write now but I still really like how I’d gotten Magnus’ voice in this scene.

“What happened?”

Magnus chuckles slightly before answering, and Alec admires the way his eyes crinkle slightly as he does.

“Well, after Iris sent you barrelling into a wall, she made a quick escape. Jace and I brought you back here so I could tend to your quite fatal wounds.”

Alec’s stares at Magnus in shock. It made sense that Magnus would have been the one to heal him, but he hadn’t put the pieces together.

“Why didn’t you go after Iris? She couldn’t have gone far that quickly.”

“And leave you to bleed out on her floor? Not a chance, I just started to like you pretty boy.” Alec flushes at the compliment and tries to hide it by asking another question.

“Why are you helping us?”

Magnus looks genuinely startled at the question but answers quickly.

“We’ve been over this. You’re pretty, and I like pretty things.”

Alec rolls his eyes, the compliment not having as much effect the second time.

“I don’t think you’re that shallow,” he challenges.

Magnus’ grin fades slightly at that, and Alec cringes inwardly. Maybe he took it too far. Magnus looks Alec up and down for a long moment, and Alec gets the feeling Magnus doesn’t know the answer to the question himself.

He sighs before bringing his legs up onto the bed and sitting criss cross in front of Alec.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe not all of us are evil?”

Alec stares for a second. He hadn’t thought that Magnus could be helping them simply out of the kindness of his heart.

“When I was young and I first found out I was a witch I had no one. My stepfather wanted nothing to do with me, my mother killed herself.”

Magnus says it’s casually, but Alec can tell from the way that his hands are curled in his lap that it’s anything but casual for him to talk about this.

“I’m sorry,” Alec gets out in a whisper, scared to break the fragileness between them.

“It was a long time ago,” Magnus sends him a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes but it’s better than nothing so Alec smiles tentatively back.

“Navigating the life of a witch on my own was terrible. So I vowed to myself that if I ever stumbled upon a monster that was struggling to cope with being pulled into this world I would do everything I could to help them,” he nods towards the door, “that’s how I stumbled upon our friend Sheldon.

Alec laughs. “It’s Simon.”

Magnus waves a hand and grins at Alec. “Same thing.” Alec is comforted by the smile on his face despite the serious conversation.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re helping us, me and Jace, I mean. You don’t seem to like hunters very much.”

Magnus’ eyes turn sad again, and Alec worries he’s said something wrong for at least the third time in the conversation. He really is terrible at this.

“You’re right. I do. Usually I despise your kind. All holier than thou, kill all monsters on sight. You’re all a bunch of arrogant assholes to be honest.”

Alec should be offended by that, but for some reason he isn’t, instead he feels an odd pang of guilt. He’s met a lot of people this week that he definitely would have killed on sight if Magnus hadn’t stopped him. How many innocent monsters had he probably killed in in life?

“Hunters killed one of my best friends. For absolutely no reason other than the fact that he was a witch. I didn’t like hunters before that. But that tipped me over the edge, I’ve despised your kind ever since.”

Alec feels his heart drop at the way Magnus’ eyes seem to shine with unshed tears.

“I-“ he tries to say something comforting. Something to apologize but nothing comes out. What is he supposed to say to that?

“When I first saw you I thought you were the same as every other hunter I’d ever met. I wanted to despise you. I tried to, but you’re different. I trust you for some reason.”

Alec just stares. He has no idea what to say.

“You listened to me. You didn’t use the bullets even though it would have been easier,” he looks down at Alec with a small smile. “You probably wouldn’t have broken ribs right now if you had used them.”

Alec chuckles slightly despite himself, wincing slightly when the movement sends pain into his ribs.

Magnus places a hand on his ribs, and the pain seems to fade a bit. He looks at Alec with wide honest eyes, and Alec can’t look away no matter how hard he tries.

“I trust you too you know? Though I have no idea why.” he says it softly and revels in the answering smile Magnus sends him.

“That’s why I’m helping you.”

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Hmm I think it would have to be the fic I wrote where Izzy dies and Alec and Jace are not okay.

I’ve written other pretty angsty things too but this fic also started an angst war in the malec discord so I think it deserves to win haha.