#skylar102

by @skylar102

I challenged myself this time, and decided to make gifs and a very short video for this fantastic story by Sky. Please, go read it and shower Sky with love, she truly deserves it 💗

You can read it here!

This was a collaboration for the Shadowhunter Mini Bang 2025 by @malecdiscordserver

I hope you like it <3

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Just the Way You Are

Magnus stared at himself in the mirror, trying to make himself look presentable. His hair was falling messily into his face, and the urge to magically swipe his hand through his hair to fix it was stopped by the same thoughts that have been plaguing his mind for the past few days: he is powerless, weak, worthless without his magic .

It didn’t matter how many times he was told differently, Magnus didn’t feel like he was the same person anymore. The only constant thing in his 400+ years of living had been his magic, and now that has been stripped away from him. So now there he was, at the ungodly hour of 6:00 am, sitting in his kitchen manually doing his hair and makeup (and it took longer than he expected).

OH GOD MISUNDERSTANDINGS AND SHENANIGANY ARGUMENTS ARE MY LIFE AND I AM ALL HERE FOR THIS.  LET’S DO IT.  

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Izzy winced at the sound of Magnus and Alec raising their voices again.  

“Absolutely not Alexander, I cannot believe that you would consider that acceptable, do you want to insult your siblings-” 

“They’re my fucking siblings so I think I’d know what they’d be insulted by-”

“You say that like you have any sense of taste!” Magnus snapped.  

Jace winced with Izzy as sound of Alec’s hands hitting the counter filtered into the room a minute later, followed by more hissing and arguing that wasn’t as easy to make out.  

“Should we...go interrupt?” Jace asked, wincing at the sound of plates rattling again.  

“Absolutely not,” Simon breathed, his eyes wide, staring at the kitchen.  “You do not get in the middle of a domestic.”  

“Dammit, Magnus!”  

Clary winced and glanced towards the kitchen at the shout from Alec.  “But, I’ve never heard them argue like this.”  

Plates rattling came again and all of them flinched together.  

“I mean, they’re not actually angry with each other?” Jace said, frowning towards the kitchen.  “It’s them.  They never actually get angry at each other.” 

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane, if you do not put those down right this fucking instant-” 

“You are being irrational!” Alec snapped back.  

“Irrational?  You’re the one who-” 

“Oh no, no, don’t pretend I started this!” Alec growled.  “This was all you!” 

Magnus scoffed.  “Alexander, you need to learn the first thing about-” 

“Don’t put on that pretentious attitude with me, just because I don’t want to spend hours cleaning-” 

“Okay, that’s enough,” Jace said with a huff, standing up.  “I’m not about to let them break up over whatever they’re arguing about.  He ignored the warnings from both Izzy and Clary and strode towards the kitchen.  “Guys-” 

“Look, there’s Jace!” Alec cut himself off and gestured to his parabatai.  “Jace, will you please tell Magnus you eat like a goddamn animal, so I am not going to let him use the nice china for dinner tonight?” 

Jace blinked in surprise.  “I...what?”  

Magnus put both of his hands on his hips.  “I am willing to sacrifice the loss of a single plate to make sure the rest know that we appreciate them and we aren’t using something gauche like paper fucking plates!” 

Jace glanced between the two of them.  “Wait.  You’re...arguing over what plates to use?” 

Magnus turned to look at Jace with a frown.  “Yes, what did you think we were fighting over?”  

“Something...way more serious....” Jace offered.  

Alec snorted.  “If you ask Magnus, this is a matter of true life and death,” he said, grabbing the paper plates and heading for the dinner table.  “Dinner is served!” he called out.  

With a vicious and echoing snap, Magnus changed all of the paper plates into the nice china on the table and smirked at Alec as he took his seat.  

Alec glared at him.  “You’re doing the dishes tonight,” he said, pointing a fork at Magnus.  

Magnus blew him a kiss with a grin.  “Worth it!”  

Jace shook his head and took a seat.  “You two are fucking weird.”  

Magnus and Alec looked at him as one and frowned.  

Jace glared at Alec.  “Also, not an animal.”  

Alec snorted.  “Yeah, tell me that if you make it through tonight without breaking a plate.”  

(Jace made it 95% of the way through dinner, but dropped his plate on the way to the kitchen, but that was entirely Alec and Magnus’ fault for making out in the kitchen while Magnus did the dishes.)  

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“I had forgotten how much I enjoyed the company of another woman,” Lilith sang, running a taloned fingernail down Camille’s cheek lightly. She used the back of her finger to brush the trail of black blood escaping down the side of her mouth away, smudging it over her dark red lips. The colors looked beautiful against her pale skin and Lilith couldn’t help but lean down to kiss her again. 

“I had forgotten how much I enjoyed company,” Camille responded, nipping playfully at the finger Lilith traced around her mouth. When they kissed again, Camille bit down on the soft skin of her lips and just as she was about to draw more blood, magic nudged her away. 

“I think that’s enough to have you feeling well fed, isn’t it, petit moustique?” Lilith punctuated her sentiment by tilting Camille’s chin with her finger and paralyzing the rest of her body with a quick bolt of magic down her spine. 

“You didn’t tell me I was going to be your slave when you helped me escape from the Clave,” Camille complained, a picture perfect pout settling on her lips. 

“You and I are one in the same,” Lilith said consideringly, smoothing her palm down the front of Camille’s tight dress and stroking down to her naked thigh gently. She pushed up Camille’s dress enticingly but backed away before she could get too comfortable with the contact.

“How is that?” Camille spat, in anger or sexual frustration Lilith wasn’t sure. As much as Camille tried to hide the arousal coursing through her, the heat Lilith felt emanating from her skin gave her away. 

“We both want something the Shadowhunters have taken from us; I want my son back and you want your warlock,” Lilith responded. 

When Camille made to argue, Lilith raised her eyebrow slowly and snapped her fingers. Silence filled the air as the words could no longer pass Camille’s magically sealed lips. It was a trick Lilith had perfected during her years trapped in Edom with Asmodeus. Lilith couldn’t imagine what the beautiful vampire in front of her could possibly want with a son of Asmodeus, but it didn’t really matter. She had Camille on her side to distract the Shadowhunters that were slowly becoming the bane of her existence but that wasn’t all she could be good for in the meantime. 

“You agreed to help me. This little arrangement we’ve had the last few days is nothing but some fun to pass the time before we go our separate ways, yes?” Camille nodded and glanced down as if asking for Lilith to let her speak. Lilith sighed and snapped her fingers once more, running them through Camille’s hair and tugging gently like a warning. 

“Whatever you say, Lilith,” Camille said, her eyes narrowing even as she leaned back against the edge of the couch and spread her legs so Lilith could rest between them. Lilith kissed down Camille’s neck, biting hungrily, satisfied when a moan resounded from Camille’s lips. 

“You gonna be good for me, petit moust--” 

“Stop calling me that and take your clothes off,” Camille commanded, using the bit of speed she had that Lilith didn’t to push her so she was lying down and at Camille’s mercy. Or as much as Camille’s mercy as Lilith would let her believe. 

“Whatever your say, Camille.” 

Getting Better Every Day Flufftober Day 17: Insects (Read on AO3)

The first time Alec sees Magnus spending time with his Pokémon roaming freely around his home, he’s confused. The Lightwoods are known for being some of the best trainers in the region, with strict training regimens growing up. He’s pretty sure ‘cuddling with creepy insects’ wasn’t in any of his suggested training technique lessons.

“Why,” Alec starts slowly, his voice tense due to the horrific-looking Ariados clicking across the floor towards him. “Is it out here?”

“She,” Magnus begins pointedly. “Is out because we had a tough battle today and she more than earned a bit of personal attention.” Magnus snaps his fingers to bring Ariados’ attention back to him. Magnus currently sits cross-legged on the floor in front of the sofa with a Caterpie curled up on his right shoulder and his Skitty sleeping on the sofa just behind his head, purring loudly. “C’mere,” he says, holding out a treat, and Ariados turns away from Alec who relaxes visibly.

Alec tries to keep the horror off his face as Magnus pets the bug- and poison-type Pokémon, the freaking spider that is now cozying up to him.

“She, right. Sorry,” Alec corrects. He’s trying, he really is, and Magnus is being so patient with him while he un-learns everything he had driven into him for years about the way people and Pokémon should coexist. Until recently, the closest Alec came to actually bonding with his Pokémon was when he spoiled his favorite flying-types by letting them spread their wings once in a while.

Magnus smiles at him. “It’s quite alright, darling.”

Alec hasn’t been traveling with Magnus for very long, and he isn’t sure if Magnus is flirting or just being nice, but the nickname never fails to give Alec butterflies in his stomach. He could ask, something tells him that Magnus wouldn’t mind even if Alec is reading into it all wrong, but he can’t bring himself to risk it. A few times so far they had to share a bed and woke up curled around each other, and it was so nice. Alec wants to wake up wrapped around Magnus forever.

“Alexander? You okay?” Magnus asks, his voice raised a little as if this isn’t the first time he’s said Alec’s name just now. “You zoned out for a second there.”

Alec mentally shakes himself from his ‘really wanting to date Magnus’ daydreaming. “Yeah. Sorry, I’m still getting used to all of this.” Alec isn’t sure if he means the Pokémon stuff or the Magnus stuff by ‘this’, but thankfully Magnus doesn’t ask him to clarify.

“Do you want to pet her?” Magnus asks, motioning to his Ariados who is now in Magnus’ lap, legs tucked up underneath her.

Alec hesitates. “What if I start with one of mine? Preferably one that isn’t a giant spider?”

Magnus laughs. “Fair enough. I suppose you should bond with your Pokémon before mine... though I have to say my Skitty has already taken quite a liking to you. When I first let him out earlier while you were gone he searched every room trying to find you to say hi.”

Alec should not love that thought as much as he does, the idea of something Magnus loves being attached to Alec, the idea of being an expected presence in Magnus’ life.

“I’ve taken quite a liking to him as well,” Alec admits. And to you, he thinks so hard he wonders if he can telepathically convey the thought without speaking it.

Alec looks at the six pokéballs around his belt and takes out his Cubone, who immediately goes into a fighting stance, ready for battle, eyeing Magnus’ three Pokémon warily.

“No Cubone, it’s okay. We’re not here to fight,” Alec says uncertainly. He moves to sit next to Magnus on the floor (on Magnus’ left side, so he doesn’t disturb Caterpie) and pulls a treat out from his pouch to give to Cubone. “We’re... Hanging out. I thought you might like some time out of your pokéball.”

Cubone tenses, not approaching at first.

“I’m going to have to undo the battle--focused hardwiring in all of you, aren’t I?” Magnus jokes.

Cubone eyes Magnus’ relaxing Pokémon, then Magnus, before looking back to Alec.

“I know I haven’t been a good friend to you, but I’m going to fix that. If you want,” Alec continues, holding the treat out again. This time Cubone comes up to him willingly, taking his cue from Magnus’ Ariados and situating himself in the comfort of Alec’s lap to eat it.

Alec beams, looking over excitedly to Magnus with eyes wide with surprise.

“See? What did I tell you?” Magnus smiles back. “You’re a good person, Alec. They can tell as easily as I can.”

“I-” The compliment catches Alec off-guard. “Thanks.” Real smooth, Lightwood, Alec mentally chastises himself.

They talk for a little while about a lot of things, from Pokémon to future travels to bits of their past, and Alec knows he isn’t imagining it when Magnus leans closer into his space. Then, slowly, Magnus’ arm wraps around his shoulder, fingers occasionally drifting up to play with Alec’s hair while they talk, and he doesn’t say a word, never wanting it to stop. He’s sure they’ll talk about it later, but for now he’s more than happy to simply let it happen.

Winged!Alec

Alec’s hands grip Magnus’ hips tight, so tight he’s sure there will be bruises later. But that’s the least of their problems right now. Magnus squirms, trying to take control, trying to desperately fuck back onto Alec’s cock. 

“Stop,” Alec says, his voice hard. He slaps Magnus’ ass, watching as the cheek blooms with an imprint of his hand. “Hold still, Magnus. Let me take care of you.”

Magnus nods his head before shoving his face against his pillow, letting out a pitiful whine. “Please,” Magnus grits out through clenched teeth, his back slowly growing tacky with sweat. “Please, Alec. Need it.”

Alec slaps the other cheek, leaving a matching mark. “I know what you need. You’ll get it,” he tells Magnus gently. “But I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I’ve got you.”

Alec thrusts deep, grinding his hips so his cock is brushing against Magnus’ sweet spot. Alec never thought a potion mishap could lead them here. He’s careful with Magnus, fucking him slowly, wringing orgasm after orgasm from him as the potion works its way through Magnus’ body. 

Reaching under Magnus’ belly, Alec strokes his cock until he’s clamping up around his cock, coming again with a cry. 

“Thank you,” Magnus breathes. Alec pats his ass, smiling at the whine Magnus gives. 

Hahaha, thank you!!! I’m honestly so excited about changing up my blog, it’s been stuck in limbo for years - my header, title, sidebar, icon have all been from different fandoms. It feels nice to have “landed” in a fandom enough to feel like it’s worth shaping my blog after, if that makes sense :D