"You did that for me?"
"Yes, of course. Listen, not everyone gets a good first rodeo, even from within the community it can be tough sometimes, so at I at least owed you that," Tommy replies with his usual calm demeanor and small smile that came about whenever Buck started rambling.
"You don't owe me anything, if anything I owe you at least two beers."
"Was I or was I not the one who sent you into a sexuality crisis?"
"One of the best things anyone has ever done for me, I have never felt so...at ease."
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My dearest giftee, it was such an honor to write this little fic for you and I really hope you will like it. ❤️
Anyway, I admit I had such a good time writing it 🫣😆☺️
I will post the other chapters by the end of the year...So for now... Enjoy! And Happy Christmas!!!
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*****
Learning from the best
Lately, and even more so since Jace began to lose his shit - the boy’s been a complete mess, recently - Magnus has been spending at least a part of his day researching and experimenting with memory alteration, time travel theory, and other very advanced sorts of magical spells.
In fact, when all that madness related to Lilith and Clary’s brother Johnathan was finally over, and Edom collapsed into a void dimension, Magnus could not help but keep thinking about how excruciating it was, when Asmodeus gave his magic back to him, and he decided to pull all the memories of Alec out of his mind to get rid of them. Thank goodness, when he asked Brother Zachariah to take them away from him, his friend refused to fulfill such an insane request - wisely and mercifully - and told Magnus he could have done it himself if he truly had had the heart to get free from the pain that way.
All My Life (I've Been Waiting For A Guy Like You)
Written By: @weigheddownbyfandoms (AO3)
Art By: @thatnerdemryn
Beta Read By: @aroacebuckley and @booksaremydivision
Chapters: 7/7
Words: 20959
Rating: General Audiences
Pairing(s): Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz
Triggers/Warnings: None
Summary:
Retired Navy Seal, florist and girl dad Evan Buckley volunteers with the American Humane Society to foster ex-military dogs. This time, he's been assigned Sunshine, a gorgeous golden retriever who has been retired from active duty.
When Eddie comes to pick Sunshine up after his tour, maybe it's not the only thing he'll pick up.
Written for the 2022 @buddiebigbang :) I hope you enjoy it!
You know I'll never miss out on prompting some Zia words, so how about #32 from the fluff section, “Well it’s a good thing I don’t plan on doing that.” 😘
I had every intention of making this super sappy and soft but this happened instead. Enjoy!
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Alec startles when the telltale wind of a portal opening whips around his office. He quickly grabs the papers he had stacked across the top of his desk before they fly everywhere.
When the wind subsides, Magnus stands in the center of Alec’s office. He’s all kinds of disheveled in a way that Alec rarely ever sees. The arm of his coat is ripped and wet with blood. His hair is falling in his face and his right cheek is entirely scratched up.
Alec stands from his desk quickly.
“Magnus!“
Magnus salutes with two ringed fingers and grins wildly, “Alexander.”
“What the hell happened?”
Alec hurries around his desk, hands coming up to touch lightly at the scrapes along Magnus’ cheek.
Magnus winces but doesn’t move away. “It’s nothing. You should see the other guy.”
Alec raises an eyebrow. Magnus had left early that morning to help a client with some sort of demon problem. He hadn’t really explained much to Alec before taking off.
“You mean the demon?”
“Don’t get into a fight with a high warlock,” is all Magnus replies and then proceeds to sway on his feet.
Alec presses a hand to the small of his back before he completely collapses onto the floor.
“Well it’s a good thing I don't plan on doing that.” He says, a touch fondly as he navigates Magnus over to the couch and helps him sit down.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Alec goes on, going back to his desk and opening one of the drawers to pull out gauze and a clean cloth, “what the hell happened?”
“I might have pissed off a demon or two,” Magnus shrugs and then winces when his torn jacket sleeve rubs against the wound on his arm, “no big deal.”
Alec rolls his eyes, “uh huh, no big deal. You just showed up in my office drenched in blood and then almost passed out.”
“Keyword being almost.”
Alec just chuckles. He and Magnus have been together long enough that he’s no stranger to tending to his wounds when he runs out of magic. Everytime, no matter how bad it is, Magnus will insist he’s fine. Alec is used to it by now.
He comes to carefully sit next to Magnus on the couch, peeling the blood soaked jacket from Magnus’ arm and then removing his shirt as well.
With the clothing removed, Alec can see that the wound on his arm is quite deep. He hums, “might need to stitch that up.”
Magnus groans and drops his head onto Alec’s shoulder, “no, give me an hour and I can heal myself.”
Alec presses the cloth to the wound to help stop the bleeding and presses a slanted kiss to the side of Magnus’ head. “Don’t be a baby.”
Magnus pulls away slightly, looking affronted.
“I resent that,” he says but nevertheless doesn’t protest when Alec peels the cloth away to take another look at the cut.
It has stopped bleeding so profusely, which is a good sign. He will probably still need to stitch it up though.
Although Shadowhunters usually use iratzes for healing, they are taught basic first aid, including how to clean and stitch wounds in the off chance they end up losing their stele during a fight. Alec has had to stitch his fair share of his own as well as Izzy and Jace’s wounds.
Alec brings over the first aid kit and carefully pulls out what he needs. Magnus seems mostly resigned to his fate, sighing and angling his body so Alec can have better access to the wound.
“This is going to hurt,” Alec murmurs, leaning over to brush a kiss to the smooth skin of Magnus’ shoulder in apology.
Magnus just grins and winks, “oh, you know I can take a little pain, Alexander.”
“You’re an idiot,” Alec replies deadpan, while trying to hide his stupid smile in his arm. He doesn’t do a good job because Magnus is grinning triumphantly when he looks back at him.
For all his dramatics, Magnus is actually a very good patient once Alec truly gets to work stitching the wound. He holds still and barely flinches as Alec pulls the skin back together. His steady breathing keeps Alec focused and he doesn’t speak again until Alec is knotting the thread and wrapping gauze around his arm.
“Thank you, Alexander,” he says sincerely. His fingers skim down Alec’s arm until they find his hand and interlock their fingers. Alec’s hands are splattered with dry blood but Magnus doesn’t seem to mind.
“Anything for you,” Alec replies, squeezing Magnus’ hand with his own.
“Such a sap,” Magnus murmurs, pressing in closer to Alec’s side.
He’s exhausted, Alec can tell. Eyelids drooping, and body heavy against his. Alec releases the hands he’s holding and instead coaxes Magnus’ head down into his lap. Magnus comes easily, burrowing his face into Alec’s abdomen.
“You rest,” Alec says, running his fingers through Magnus’ soft hair, “I can finish up the rest of my work from here.”
Alec feels Magnus smile against his stomach and can’t stop his own lips from quirking upwards into a fond smile of his own.
“Love you,” Magnus murmurs sleepily, blindly reaching again for Alec’s hand. Alec’s smile grows as he twines their fingers together.
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For the malec prompts, 7, t, 22 ? Feel free to change stuff if you prefer!
*so i used this to my advantage a bit so this can be read as a prequel-sequel to my previous fic the number of heartbeats between here and there. also it's a bit canon divergent because of the parameters of the request!* 7. deleted scene | t. secret relationship | 22. "i'm going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else."
To: Alexander – 1:23am
Did you still want me to come over tonight? I know it’s later than we had planned but…been thinking about you 🥰
To: Magnus – 1:26am
Sorry I was in the shower but yeah please come if you still can!
To: Alexander – 1:27am
Pretty boy.
To: Alexander – 1:27am
Handsome.
To: Alexander – 1:27am
Angel.
To: Magnus – 1:28am
…yeah?
To: Alexander – 1:28am
I always want to see you. Do you want to see me?
To: Magnus – 1:28am
Yes definitely
To Alexander – 1:29am
Then I’ll be over quicker than you can say my name
Magnus made his way around the sprawling architecture of the New York Institute, looking for the wing of living quarters. The buttresses that framed the familiar third-story window would have made fair footholds for scaling the building, but there were better methods available to him. Twisting his index and middle fingers, he summoned a dense amalgamation of magic beneath his feet that expanded upwards. Fortunately, Alec had left the window unlatched and slightly ajar, allowing Magnus to slip through and land soundlessly in a crouch.
Just as he straightened up, the bathroom door opened and damp steam from the shower billowed out. Alec emerged, naked save for a towel wrapped around his waist, but when he caught sight of Magnus, an almost smug smile pulled at his lips. “Hey,” he greeted, striding over to kiss him softly, one hand gently cradling Magnus’ cheek while the other held the towel in place at his hipbone.
“Is this for me?” Magnus teased, running the soft outer part of his forefinger along the damp skin of Alec’s bare chest. “How thoughtful.”
Alec laughed boisterously, his ears faintly pink with a warm blush. “Sorry to disappoint you but that was just a happy accident. Patrol ran late and I had to deal with— Well, that doesn’t really matter.”
Clicking his tongue in disapproval, Magnus shook his head. “How can I be disappointed with this outcome, unintentional as it may be.” He skated his palms up to Alec’s upper back and reverently drew them down across the planes of muscle until he got down to the small of his back. His fingertips dug into the soft skin above his buttocks needfully, pressing just hard enough that his blunt nails would leave behind little crescents if one were to look hard enough. “I still come out victorious in this scenario, I think.”
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The way that Alec smiled at him, tired and weary but endlessly soft, made Magnus feel like his heart were being squeezed just this side of painful. It was the most vulnerable he had ever seen him, and it was simply theirs to share.
“Hey, Magnus… Why did you agree to this, us, like this?” Alec gestured vaguely. His eyebrows drew tightly together in consternation, and Magnus fought the urge to kiss the skin between into relaxing. “Why are you willing to hide with me?”
It had been a few weeks since their conversation about an arranged marriage for the sake of preserving the Lightwood legacy and foothold in the New York Institute. Maybe it was some kind of desperation that had driven Magnus to be so cavalier about his willingness to accept the “don’t ask, don’t tell” mentality of shadowhunters. The thought of losing the first spark of hope in love that he had had in over a century was excruciating, and concealing it so meticulously was a high price, but he was paying it. In a way, though, keeping this fragile thing between them a secret, left to grow in discretion, felt a little like a relief. Whatever it may be with time, it was theirs alone.
At the silence, Alec licked his lips nervously and started to say something.
Instead, Magnus held up a finger to his mouth to quiet him anticipatorily. Through a roguish grin, he said, “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else. I want to give that question the answer it deserves, but that’s a tremendous ask when you’re up against me like this.”
Alec rolled his eyes as if it were nothing more than a line, but there was something in his eyes that betrayed his self-satisfaction. And that was exactly what Magnus had intended. “All right, well then, look away.”
Magnus turned his back with exaggerated movements and crossed his arms over his chest with a smile. It was nice to have someone to be this way with again; it felt like liberation to have someone with whom he was free to be himself without the burden of titles and expectations. He was exposed when he stripped away the personas and facades that were like secondary skins. They were facets of himself that people expected him to have, but Alec never seemed to want him to be anything but Magnus. Not Magnus Bane, not High Warlock Bane, not Prince Regent of Edom.
“Are you decent?” Magnus teased after the sounds of fabric on skin had subsided.
In response, Alec came up behind him and leaned in just enough that his chest brushed Magnus’ back. “All done.”
Magnus shifted his weight to lean back into Alec lightly and reached back to thread his fingers into Alec’s still-damp hair. Softly scratching his nails through the soft strands made Alec hum contentedly. “We should sit so we can discuss your question.”
“Can we lay down?”
“Of course.”
They climbed on the bed over the sheets and comforter, and Alec immediately rolled over so Magnus could curl up behind him. He even lifted his arm away from his chest so Magnus could slide an arm over his hip bone and anchor his hand on his abdomen. This was something they had done once before—bearing their heart to anyone was hard for both of them, but this way made it a little easier.
Magnus took a slow breath, gathering his thoughts appropriately. “You’re a possibility, Alexander. A beautiful, liberating possibility that I’ve never had the fortune to come across in all my life.”
Ever melancholy, Alec replied, “How can you feel that way when I’m basically shoving you back in the closet with me, and asking you to sneak around and be ashamed of something that should be so simple. It makes me feel like a child to ask you to…stoop this low.”
“It was my choice, Alec. I chose to put myself in the position I’m in. And for the record,” Magnus added, pressing his lips to the back of Alec’s ear, “I’m glad that I did.”
Alec pressed back perceptibly closer to him, ducking his head to press into the crook of Magnus’ neck in a self-soothing gesture. “You’re not just saying that so that I feel less guilty, right? Because it doesn’t work if you don’t mean it.”
Many times throughout Magnus’ life he had been in the position of feeling at the disadvantage with the people he loved. He worried himself sick over whether he was being too clingy, too transparent, too vulnerable, and then he overcorrected and worried about being too aloof, too distant, and too unavailable. The cyclical questioning and self-doubt had ruined a lot of encounters before they even had the chance to become something concrete. Even now, there was a seed of doubt about what he was doing with Alec—maybe he was giving him too much credit, and maybe putting his own heart on the line was naïve.
“I don’t have the luxury of knowing what will come of this, Alexander,” he said carefully, “but I am certain that never giving it the chance would be something I would always regret. Will I always be content to be the soul of discretion in regards to you and what we may feel? Likely not. But you didn’t ask me for forever, and I’m not asking you either. I think both of us just needed the chance to be worth the risk of seeing it through to whatever end it might reach.”
Warm calloused fingers made their way down Magnus’ arm to lace between his own and squeeze gently. “I can live with that.”
Magnus chuckled and pressed a kiss to Alec’s hair. “I hope you can do more than that.”
“Mmm.” Alec yawned and rolled slightly, taking Magnus with him. “For now, though, I’m just going to sleep with it.”
“‘It’ being me?”
“By the angel,” Alec groaned, exasperated yet fighting a smile. “You talk too much sometimes.” Before Magnus could reply, he had captured his lips in a languorous kiss. Each one they shared felt like a discovery that Alec relished, unrehearsed and uncertain but wholehearted in the best way. The anticipation and enthusiasm of each new moment they shared was somehow so much better than any shared with Magnus’ most experienced ex-lovers.
Magnus pulled away just enough that their lips parted but their noses still touched. “I thought you wanted to sleep.”
“This is even better than my white noise machine. Having you here is…peaceful.”
“Aren’t you a romantic,” Magnus said dryly. But when Alec pulled him close again, he was helpless to resist.
"I didn't realize you were into that," TK teases as Carlos pants below him, cheeks pink. "So cute, coming in me the second I begged you to breed me, huh?"
Carlos shuts his eyes and whines, and TK lifts himself off his softening cock, gasping at the feeling of his boyfriend's come dripping slowly out.
"Can we just... forget this happened?" Carlos pleads, taking TK's hands in his own and squeezing them.
"Oh, no," TK whispers, biting at Carlos' collarbone, "We're going to remember this every day, gonna make you breed me up like your personal bitch, isn't that right?"
Carlos has never been able to deny this man anything- evidently, that wouldn't be changing tonight.
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Buck's lips thinned into a straight line as he did his best not to appear as though he was speed walking to catch up to the rest of the team. He'd been flirted with on calls plenty of times in the past, but he'd learned the difference between playful, harmless passes and more sinister intentions long ago; it was easy to spot what this guy was after.
"Hey, I asked you a question--" Suddenly, a large hand wrapped around Buck's wrist and yanked, and Buck let out a startled yelp as he lost his balance and stumbled closer to the man. He'd just set his stance and inhaled to tell the guy to back off when--
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Eddie snarled, ripping the offender's hand from Buck with what looked like a painful squeeze to his wrist if the man's wince was any indication.
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