#Jace x Alec

[ginerva-mollyweasley]

“to love is to destroy”

JACE LIGHTWOOD → my top 50 fictional characters [49/50]

[multistanisms]

Shared Souls || Shadowhunters

FANDOM: Shadowhunters

PAIRING: Alec Lightwood x Jace Herondale

WORD COUNT: 2,612

RATING: PG

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Mentions of death

SUMMARY: The second shuffle of the Ten Song Challenge series. This challenge’s pairing is Alec and Jace of Shadowhunters. The music player is set on shuffle and the first ten songs that play? You write a quick mini-fic based on it, so it’s basically quick glimpses into the relationship.

TAGLIST: @no1likemybbgcharlie, @spookidema

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1; I’ll Fight - Daughtry

Alec didn’t know when it had started, by the time he realized what was happening, it was way too late to stop. It was in the middle of a mission, and he’d gotten separated from Jace, and he suddenly felt a pain through his shoulder. A scream escaped him as he nearly collapsed, gasping for air briefly before he fought his way back up and began to look. “Jace!” he half-screamed, moving quickly despite the pain in his shoulder. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew his parabatai; the person he loved, was hurt really bad. He turned a corner sharply, finding Jace leaning against a wall, blood soaking through the leather of the blonde’s jacket. “Jace!” he ran over, tossing his bow over his shoulder and kneeling beside where Jace was sitting propped up. “Hold still, I’ve got you.” he said. He could hear Jace’s voice, probably trying to reassure him, but Alec was far more concerned with finding his stele and healing the other male. He breathed a sigh of relief as he tugged the fabric of Jace’s shirt up to activate the iratze, pausing when he noticed Jace’s eyes were closed. “Jace, wake up.” he said softly, reaching up to lay a hand on the blonde’s cheek. “Jace, come on. Don’t you leave me.” he urged, a soft begging to his tone. He leaned forward to kiss Jace’s forehead, eyes closing as he held back tears. “Jace, come on. Wake. Up.” he demanded, relaxing visibly as Jace took a gasping breath, bicolored hues meeting blue and for a moment, nothing existed but the fact that Jace was alive. And then suddenly, there were lips to his, and Alec reached up to cling to Jace as he returned the kiss.

2; Stars - Skillet

Jace had always been the one everyone noticed. He was the one people followed after, the one that caught the tail end of more than one bad rejection. No matter what, he’d also always seemed to orbit Alec. It seemed odd that when he’d been stabbed, the last conscious thing he’d thought was an apology to his parabatai. And then there was a dull voice and he felt as if someone had pushed him. He gasped as he surfaced, eyes locking on Alec’s and his breath caught. Alec had found him; he always did. He couldn’t think for a moment and then he moved to kiss the older male, the arm not hurt reaching to take the dark haired nephilim’s hand and tug him closer once the kiss was returned. Everyone in his life had been a star for as long as he could recall, and it was strange that he just noticed Alec had become a sun among the stars in the sky that was Jace’s life. “You found me.” Alec gave a soft laugh when Jace spoke, leaning to steal another kiss.

“What was I supposed to do, just leave you? Not a chance.” he countered. “Come on, let’s get you home. I won’t go far until you’re healed.”

3; I Miss the Misery - Halestorm

Alec had decided a long time ago that no one would ever know, aside from his sister, that he’d ever cared about Jace. He hid it, never wanting to be found out or cause problems. That didn’t mean he liked the way Jace hung over Clary’s every word. Sometimes he missed the old days, when he’d have to follow Jace and Izzy into some reckless assignment, reminding them to follow rules while watching their backs at every possible moment until they were home at the Institute taking care of wounds and paperwork. Clary had turned everything, and not just in the natural sequence of Alec’s life. He had to put up with the looks Jace gave, looks he wished would be directed at him despite knowing it couldn’t be. He hated the angry jealousy that would spark whenever Jace’s touch lingered on Clary’s skin, turning away and forcing himself to breathe. Jace wasn’t his; he never would be. And the fact was, he’d only had the misery of being in what the mundanes called the “friend zone” in his life, so somehow in the years since discovering how he felt for Jace, he’d learned to accept...and almost enjoy it. It was the only constant thing he still had left from before Clary stumbled into their lives.

4; Baptized - Daughtry

Jace woke up to the quiet sound of a heart monitor, blinking slow as he moved to turn his head, hissing low for a moment. He felt a hand cover his and he looked up to find Alec standing at his bedside. “What happened?”

“Sebastian came at you from behind. We thought…” Alec’s voice got low and he looked down. “It was bad. But I knew you’d come back. You’ve escaped worse.” There was a mix of emotions in his parabatai’s voice and Jace turned his hand over to lace his fingers with the other male’s.

“Why would I leave you, Alec?” he asked, looking at him. “I couldn’t leave you behind.” he managed a smile, closing his eyes when Alec leaned to kiss him. “I’m nothing without you.”

“No, you’re everything.” Alec countered. “Get some rest, you’ve got a bad head injury.”

“If you stay with me.” Jace replied, trying to adjust so that Alec could lay beside him. He stopped when Alec laid on his side, fitting in the room that was between his side and the rail of the bed.

“Why would I go anywhere?” Alec asked, giving a soft smile.

5; Second Chance - Shinedown

Being dead had never been in Jace’s plans; but being brought back was certainly not in them, either. He was sitting on the edge of the roof, looking out over the city, when the door opened. Turning, he laid eyes on the one person who always knew where to find him. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Alec walked over with a quiet smile, leaning forward on his forearms beside Jace. “What was it like?”

“What do you mean?” Jace asked, not looking at his parabatai.

“You know what I mean.” Alec replied. “The other side.”

Jace turned to look at Alec, realizing that the one probably struggling more than he was would be Alec; their bond was gone and then returned now, voided when Jace had drawn his last breath and sparked back to life when he resurfaced. “It wasn’t so bad, really.”

“Why?” Jace watched as Alec’s face stayed in profile, eyes staying out over the city.

“I was there with you.” he replied. That made Alec’s head turn and they locked eyes. “I mean, you weren’t dead, but...you were there.” he replied. “We were just laying in bed. No demons, no Valentine, no Sebastian. Just us.”

“Together?” Alec’s voice was a strange mix that Jace couldn’t identify. That was hard enough considering he knew every single one of Alec’s tones.

“Together.” he replied, nodding. “It was like...a look at where I could be happy forever.”

“And that was with me?” Alec asked, clear shock in his voice now. Jace could almost hear the ‘What about Clary?’ that had to be passing through the dark haired man’s mind.

“Yes, with you.” Jace answered, leaning forward so his lips were a breath from Alec’s. “It’s always been you. And this is our second chance.”

6; Undefeated - Daughtry

Alec had been sitting in the room, staring at nothing as he waited for any news. He couldn’t bear to be near anyone, his body felt wrecked from wounds that weren’t his, weak from screams he hadn’t spoke. He hadn’t moved in hours as he tried to focus. He just wanted the pain to stop, the panic to stop. A knock made him freeze. ‘No.’ he thought. He couldn't make a choice like that, he wouldn’t.

“Alec, it’s Clary.”

Alec chanced to look over his shoulder. He knew, deep down, he couldn't exactly hide away. He was silent as the door opened, but he froze as there was more than just Clary on the opening side of the mahogany door.

“Alec.” His name on full lips was what finally got the catatonic body moving again, and he practically tossed himself at Jace, his weight causing Jace to briefly stumble and spin them, his hold strong and protectively warm; the lion catching his lamb.

“You’re okay.” Alec breathed as he buried his face in the crook of Jace’s neck, laying kisses on the skin.

“Of course I am, I have to keep your back protected, Alec. Nothing will ever be enough to make me leave you, got it? You’re stuck-” Jace’s words were cut off as Alec pulled back to kiss the blonde, arms tightening around the broader shoulders as Alec clung to him.

“Don’t you dare go off on your own like that again. Understood?”

7; Paralyzer - Finger Eleven

Clubs were not his thing. Alec actually never willingly set foot in one unless he was tracking a demon. He wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to go to this club without a mission, if he was being honest. Maybe a part of him wanted to be able to protect Jace and Izzy if something happened. A part of him, that he couldn’t admit out loud, wanted to watch Jace. He would hide in the back and drink water while he watched the way his parabatai’s body moved. Alec was used to being a backdrop to the beauty that was his sister and Jace, and most people noticed the two of them well before Alec, and some never noticed Alec at all. So he was perfectly capable of hiding as he watched. Tonight was the first time in a while he could just observe.

Jace was dressed in his usual gear, his weapons of choice those which he could hide without hindering his ability to move fluidly. And Alec indeed enjoyed the fluid movements of Jace’s body. Lithe hips swaying as Jace was pressed against a young girl. Alec really envied the ones who got to press close, to feel the warmth and smell the cologne on Jace’s skin. Alec bit his lower lip, hiding it behind his water glass as blue eyes watched and wandered over Jace’s figure appreciatively. He was startled when a mundane wandering by tripped and spilled drinks all over him. He jumped up, his own glass forgotten as it tumbled to the tabletop beside him. The girl apologized and promised to fetch towels, disappearing into the mass of bodies. Alec stood, soaked with whatever alcohol had been in the glasses, before looking to the dance floor only to have panic overcome him when he realized Jace was gone. He tensed as hands found his hips, reaching instinctively for his seraph blade when there was a warm mouth at his neck and Jace’s voice in his ear.

“Looking for someone?”

Alec startled, pulling away to turn and look at him. “When did you-?”

“It wasn’t hard to figure out.” he replied, moving to pull Alec towards him. “The girl mentioned my boyfriend watching and I noticed the look. So I came to finally have what we’ve both been craving.” he leaned in to kiss Alec, hands sliding along the archer’s hips to hold him close, giving a soft moan as he felt Alec returning the kiss, the two nephilim lost in the kiss as the beat played around them in the darkened club.

8; Lips of an Angel - Hinder

Jace was very mad. Not at anyone in particular, though. Well, if one could count the Clave as a single person, he supposed that would be the one he was mad at. Alec had been gone for over a month, and even though he could tell his parabatai was fine, he hated the distance. To top that off, he missed waking up to kisses, and going to sleep with Alec’s back pressed firmly against his chest, his face buried in Alec’s neck along the deflect rune. He just wanted the raven haired male back. The night had been uneventful and he’d retired to his bathroom to shower, a low music to keep the silence away. As he stepped out, towel wrapped around him, he heard the music turn down. He opened the cabinet door and pulled his small seraph blade, twirling it in his hand and walking to the door in only his towel, rushing out only to pause. Alec was sitting on the bed as if he’d been there when Jace had gone to shower.

“Hey, beautiful.” the elder shadowhunter murmured, standing only to lose his balance as Jace quite literally pounced him onto the bed. He laughed and gave quiet moans as Jace kissed over any part of skin he could find. “I missed you, too.”

“Why were you gone so long?”

“I had some convincing I needed to do.” Alec countered with ease, shrugging a little as he looked up at Jace, smiling. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a little clear box with a golden ring. He watched as emotions crossed Jace’s bicolored eyes. Curiosity, confusion, observation, realization and then pure love before he was kissing Alec again.

“I love you, Alec Lightwood.”

“Pretty soon, I’ll be Alec Herondale.” Alec answered, smiling as he pulled Jace in for a deeper kiss.

9; Angel - Theory of a Deadman

Jace had never thought he could love anyone as much as he did. Let alone that the person he loved would love him back. After all the hell he’d been put through growing up, he finally felt like he had gone through it for a reason. It had all led him to this moment; to have a family that believed in him, loved him. Alec loved him more than most, even if no one really knew. He hadn’t even realized Alec was a literal angel in his life. Alec had saved him on many more levels than he could ever admit to anyone [except his parabatai]. Their love, their souls, were unique in their connection, and Jace was willing to explore everything about it for as long as Alec wanted him at his side.

10; Life After You - Daughtry

It didn’t seem real, to live without the one person you held so close you thought that you would die without them. Jace was finding out first hand that no matter how precious someone was, he could be ripped apart and still live. He held the chilling body close to him, crying into a neck with no pulse. THere was no happy ending, not for him. Not ever. Valentine had seen to that. Jace woke with a gasping breath, a scream forming on his lips as he sat bolt upright, sweat soaked skin making him shiver in the cool air of the bedroom.

“Jace?” The voice is sleepy and confused, a warm body moving as Alec sat up beside him and draped himself over his husband. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Just a nightmare.” Jace replied.

“The one about Valentine killing me?” he asked. It had happened on occasion since before they’d ever been married. And Alec was always there to remind him that Valentine was dead, and they were safe. That Isabelle and Max were alive and well, and Clary was content in her role as godmother to the various children, including the ones she’d been a surrogate for so that Jace and Alec could have children. “It’s just a bad dream. Come on, lay back down.” He carefully coaxed Jace back into their bed, curling into the younger male and giving him a soft kiss. “Go back to sleep, I’ll be here when you get up. I swear.”

[the-shadow-master]

Jace: Am I going too far?

Alec: No, no, no.

Alec: You went too far about seven hours ago.

Alec: Now you're going to prison.

[caliberrose]

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing(s): Jace Wayland/ Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray/ Jace Wayland, Alec Lightwood/ Jonathan Morgenstern, Clary Fray/ Jonathan Morgenstern

Rating: Explicit

Warning(s): Major Character Death, Graphic Descriptions of Violence

Summary: Alec’s and Jace’s parabatai bond has grown stronger, and it’s getting weird.

[saintbehemoth]

You can't fall in love with someone you don't know. Luckily, Jace and Alec spend over a decade getting to know each other. Izzy wishes they were both a little less moronic. 

A collection of moments about growing up and loving someone on purpose.

the long awaited third chapter! this one was a killer to write -__- hopefully updates should be quicker now hehe

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[starrieshq]

Jace: Why do you treat us like we're 5 year olds?

Alec, exasperated: WHY?!?

Alec: *points at Isabelle* YOU BURNED WATER THE LAST TIME YOU TRIED TO BOIL PASTA

Alec: *points at Simon* YOU WENT TO ONE PARTY AND GOT TURNED INTO A RAT

Alec: *points at Jace and Clary* AND YOU TWO WERE DUMPED INTO A DEMON REALM AND IMMEDIATELY SNUCK OFF INTO A DARK CAVE TO HAVE SEX

Alec: AND YOU ASK ME WHY?!?

[huacherryblossom]

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[myfavouriteformofblurting]

My take on the shadowhunters TV show is that if you hadn't read the books you'd have no idea what's going on, but even if you did read the books you also have no idea what's going on

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[dayque]

Jace: You know something? Kit and Ty remind me a lot of us when we were young, they should be parabatai

Alec: They're dating.

Jace: Oh, so they're a slightly gayer version of us... Anyway, then they should get married. The important thing is that I want to see them say each other some vows. It would be romantic.

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[ginerva-mollyweasley]

"heavy is the head that wears the crown"

ALEXANDER 'ALEC' LIGHTWOOD → my top 50 fictional characters [2/50]

[multistanisms]

Shared Souls | Shadowhunters

FANDOM: Shadowhunters

PAIRING: Alec Lightwood x Jace Heronadale

WORD COUNT: 2618

RATING: PG-13

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Mentions of blood, violence and death

SUMMARY: The second shuffle of the Ten Song Challenge series. This challenge’s pairing is Alec and Jace of Shadowhunters. The music player is set on shuffle and the first ten songs that play? You write a quick mini-fic based on it, so it’s basically quick glimpses into the relationship.

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1; I’ll Fight - Daughtry

Alec didn’t know when it had started, by the time he realized what was happening, it was way too late to stop. It was in the middle of a mission, and he’d gotten separated from Jace, and he suddenly felt a pain through his shoulder. A scream escaped him as he nearly collapsed, gasping for air briefly before he fought his way back up and began to look. “Jace!” he half-screamed, moving quickly despite the pain in his shoulder. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew his parabatai; the person he loved, was hurt really bad. He turned a corner sharply, finding Jace leaning against a wall, blood soaking through the leather of the blonde’s jacket. “Jace!” he ran over, tossing his bow over his shoulder and kneeling beside where Jace was sitting propped up. “Hold still, I’ve got you.” he said. He could hear Jace’s voice, probably trying to reassure him, but Alec was far more concerned with finding his stele and healing the other male. He breathed a sigh of relief as he tugged the fabric of Jace’s shirt up to activate the iratze, pausing when he noticed Jace’s eyes were closed. “Jace, wake up.” he said softly, reaching up to lay a hand on the blonde’s cheek. “Jace, come on. Don’t you leave me.” he urged, a soft begging to his tone. He leaned forward to kiss Jace’s forehead, eyes closing as he held back tears. “Jace, come on. Wake. Up.” he demanded, relaxing visibly as Jace took a gasping breath, bicolored hues meeting blue. For a moment, nothing existed but the fact that Jace was alive. And then suddenly, there were lips to his, and Alec reached up to cling to Jace as he returned the kiss.

2; Stars - Skillet

Jace had always been the one everyone noticed. He was the one people followed after, the one that caught the tail end of more than one bad rejection. No matter what, he’d also always seemed to orbit Alec. It seemed odd that when he’d been stabbed, the last conscious thing he’d thought was an apology to his parabatai. And then there was a dull voice and he felt as if someone had pushed him. He gasped as he surfaced, eyes locking on Alec’s and his breath caught. Alec had found him; he always did. He couldn’t think for a moment and then he moved to kiss the older male, the arm not hurt reaching to take the dark haired nephilim’s hand and tug him closer once the kiss was returned. Everyone in his life had been a star for as long as he could recall, and it was strange that he just noticed Alec had become a sun among the stars in the sky that was Jace's life. “You found me.” Alec gave a soft laugh when Jace spoke, leaning to steal another kiss. 

“What was I supposed to do, just leave you? Not a chance.” he countered. “Come on, let’s get you home. I won’t go far until you’re healed.”

3; I Miss the Misery - HAlestorm

Alec had decided a long time ago that no one would ever know, aside from his sister, that he’d ever cared about Jace. He hid it, never wanting to be found out or cause problems. That didn’t mean he liked the way Jace hung over Clary’s every word. Sometimes he missed the old days, when he’d have to follow Jace and Izzy into some reckless assignment, reminding them to follow rules while watching their backs at every possible moment until they were home at the Institute taking care of wounds and paperwork. Clary had turned everything, and not just in the natural sequence of Alec’s life. He had to put up with the looks Jace gave, looks he wished would be directed at him despite knowing it couldn’t be. He hated the angry jealousy that would spark whenever Jace’s touch lingered on Clary’s skin, turning away and forcing himself to breathe. Jace wasn’t his; he never would be. And the fact was, he’d only had the misery of being in what the mundanes called the “friend zone” in his life, so somehow in the years since discovering how he felt for Jace, he’d learned to accept...and almost enjoy it. It was the only constant thing he still had left from before Clary stumbled into their lives.

4; Baptized - Daughtry

Jace woke up to the quiet sound of a heart monitor, blinking slow as he moved to turn his head, hissing low for a moment. He felt a hand cover his and he looked up to find Alec standing at his bedside. “What happened?” 

“Sebastian came at you from behind. We thought…” Alec’s voice got low and he looked down. “It was bad. But I knew you’d come back. You’ve escaped worse.” There was a mix of emotions in his parabatai’s voice and Jace turned his hand over to lace his fingers with the other male’s. 

“Why would I leave you, Alec?” he asked, looking at him. “I couldn’t leave you behind.” he managed a smile, closing his eyes when Alec leaned to kiss him. “I’m nothing without you.” 

“No, you’re everything.” Alec countered. “Get some rest, you’ve got a bad head injury.” 

“If you stay with me.” Jace replied, trying to adjust so that Alec could lay beside him. He stopped when Alec laid on his side, fitting in the room that was between his side and the rail of the bed. 

“Why would I go anywhere?” Alec asked, giving a soft smile.

5; Second Chance - Shinedown

Being dead had never been in Jace’s plans; but being brought back was certainly not in them, either. He was sitting on the edge of the roof, looking out over the city, when the door opened. Turning, he laid eyes on the one person who always knew where to find him. “Hey.” 

“Hey.” Alec walked over with a quiet smile, leaning forward on his forearms beside Jace. “What was it like?” 

“What do you mean?” Jace asked, not looking at his parabatai. 

“You know what I mean.” Alec replied. “The other side.” 

Jace turned to look at Alec, realizing that the one probably struggling more than he was would be Alec; their bond was gone and then returned now, voided when Jace had drawn his last breath and sparked back to life when he resurfaced. “It wasn’t so bad, really.” 

“Why?” Jace watched as Alec’s face stayed in profile, eyes staying out over the city. 

“I was there with you.” he replied. That made Alec’s head turn and they locked eyes. “I mean, you weren’t dead, but...you were there.” he replied. “We were just laying in bed. No demons, no Valentine, no Sebastian. Just us.” 

“Together?” Alec’s voice was a strange mix that Jace couldn’t identify. That was hard enough considering he knew every single one of Alec’s tones. 

“Together.” he replied, nodding. “It was like...a look at where I could be happy forever.” 

“And that was with me?” Alec asked, clear shock in his voice now. Jace could almost hear the ‘What about Clary?’ that had to be passing through the dark haired man’s mind. 

“Yes, with you.” Jace answered, leaning forward so his lips were a breath from Alec’s. “It’s always been you. And this is our second chance.”

6; Undefeated - Daughtry

Alec had been sitting in the room, staring at nothing as he waited for any news. He couldn’t bear to be near anyone, his body felt wrecked from wounds that weren’t his, weak from screams he hadn’t spoke. He hadn’t moved in hours as he tried to focus. He just wanted the pain to stop, the panic to stop. A knock made him freeze. ‘No.’ he thought. He couldn't make a choice like that, he wouldn’t. 

“Alec, it’s Clary.” 

Alec chanced to look over his shoulder. He knew, deep down, he couldn't exactly hide away. He was silent as the door opened, but he froze as there was more than just Clary on the opening side of the mahogany door. 

“Alec.” His name on full lips was what finally got the catatonic body moving again, and he practically tossed himself at Jace, his weight causing Jace to briefly stumble and spin them, his hold strong and protectively warm; the lion catching his lamb. 

“You’re okay.” Alec breathed as he buried his face in the crook of Jace’s neck, laying kisses on the skin. 

“Of course I am, I have to keep your back protected, Alec. Nothing will ever be enough to make me leave you, got it? You’re stuck-” Jace’s words were cut off as Alec pulled back to kiss the blonde, arms tightening around the broader shoulders as Alec clung to him. 

“Don’t you dare go off on your own like that again. Understood?”

7; Paralyzer - Finger Eleven

Clubs were not his thing. Alec actually never willingly set foot in one unless he was tracking a demon. He wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to go to this club without a mission, if he was being honest. Maybe a part of him wanted to be able to protect Jace and Izzy if something happened. A part of him, that he couldn’t admit out loud, wanted to watch Jace. He would hide in the back and drink water while he watched the way his parabatai’s body moved. Alec was used to being a backdrop to the beauty that was his sister and Jace, because most people noticed the two of them well before Alec, and some never noticed Alec at all. So he was perfectly capable of hiding as he watched. Tonight was the first time in a while he could just observe. 

Jace was dressed in his usual gear, his weapons of choice those which he could hide without hindering his ability to move fluidly. And Alec indeed enjoyed the fluid movements of Jace’s body. Lithe hips swaying as Jace was pressed against a young girl. Alec really envied the ones who got to press close, to feel the warmth and smell the cologne on Jace’s skin. Alec bit his lower lip, hiding it behind his water glass as blue eyes watched and wandered over Jace’s figure appreciatively. He was startled when a mundane wandering by tripped and spilled drinks all over him. He jumped up, his own glass forgotten as it tumbled to the tabletop beside him. The girl apologized and promised to fetch towels, disappearing into the mass of bodies. Alec stood, soaked with whatever alcohol had been in the glasses, before looking to the dance floor only to have panic overcome him when he realized Jace was gone. He tensed as hands found his hips, reaching instinctively for his seraph blade when there was a warm mouth at his neck and Jace’s voice in his ear. 

“Looking for someone?” 

Alec startled, pulling away to turn and look at him. “When did you ?” 

“It wasn’t hard to figure out.” he replied, moving to pull Alec towards him. “The girl mentioned my boyfriend watching and I noticed the look. So I came to finally have what we’ve both been craving.” he leaned in to kiss Alec, hands sliding along the archer’s hips to hold him close, giving a soft moan as he felt Alec returning the kiss, the two nephilim lost in the kiss as the beat played around them in the darkened club.

8; Lips of an Angel - Hinder

Jace was very mad. Not at anyone in particular, though. Well, if one could count the Clave as a single person, he supposed that would be the one he was mad at. Alec had been gone for over a month, and even though he could tell his parabatai was fine, he hated the distance. To top that off, he missed waking up to kisses, and going to sleep with Alec’s back pressed firmly against his chest, his face buried in Alec’s neck along the deflect rune. He just wanted the raven haired male back. The night had been uneventful and he’d retired to his bathroom to shower, a low music to keep the silence away. As he stepped out, towel wrapped around him, he heard the music turn down. He opened the cabinet door and pulled his small seraph blade, twirling it in his hand and walking to the door in only his towel, rushing out only to pause. Alec was sitting on the bed as if he’d been there when Jace had gone to shower. 

“Hey, beautiful.” the elder shadowhunter murmured, standing only to lose his balance as Jace quite literally pounced him onto the bed. He laughed and gave quiet moans as JAce kissed over any part of skin he could find. “I missed you, too.” 

“Why were you gone so long?” 

“I had some convincing I needed to do.” ALec countered with ease, shrugging a little as he looked up at Jace, smiling. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a little clear box with a golden ring. He watched as emotions crossed Jace’s bicolored eyes. Curiosity, confusion, observation, realization and then pure love before he was kissing Alec again. 

“I love you, Alec Lightwood.” 

“Pretty soon, I’ll be Alec Herondale.” Alec answered, smiling as he pulled Jace in for a deeper kiss.

9; Angel - Theory of a Deadman

Jace had never thought he could love anyone as much as he did. Let alone that the person he loved would love him back. After all the hell he’d been put through growing up, he finally felt like he had gone through it for a reason. It had all led him to this moment; to have a family that believed in him, loved him. Alec loved him more than most, even if no one really knew. He hadn’t even realized Alec was a literal angel in his life. Alec had saved him on many more levels than he could ever admit to anyone [except his parabatai]. Their love, their souls, were unique in their connection, and Jace was willing to explore everything about it for as long as Alec wanted him at his side.

10; Life After You - Daughtry

It didn’t seem real, to live without the one person you held so close you thought that you would die without them. Jace was finding out first hand that no matter how precious someone was, he could be ripped apart and still live. He held the chilling body close to him, crying into a neck with no pulse. There was no happy ending, not for him. Not ever. Valentine had seen to that. Jace woke with a gasping breath, a scream forming on his lips as he sat bolt upright, sweat soaked skin making him shiver in the cool air of the bedroom. 

“Jace?” The voice is sleepy and confused, a warm body moving as Alec sat up beside him and draped himself over his husband. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

“Just a nightmare.” Jace replied. 

“The one about Valentine killing me?” he asked. It had happened on occasion since before they’d ever been married. And Alec was always there to remind him that Valentine was dead, and they were safe. That Isabelle and Max were alive and well, and Clary was content in her role as godmother to the various children, including the ones she’d been a surrogate for so that Jace and Alec could have children. “It’s just a bad dream. Come on, lay back down.” He carefully coaxed Jace back into their bed, curling into the younger male and giving him a soft kiss. “Go back to sleep, I’ll be here when you get up. I swear.”

[1indigoisles]

"Love means you see someone. That's all." - Julian Blackthorn, Lady Midnight

Alec was very still for a moment, barely breathing. Then, to Jace’s surprise, he reached out and ruffled Jace’s hair, the way an older brother might ruffle his younger sibling’s hair. His smile was cautious, but it was full of real affection. “Thanks for seeing me,” he said, and walked off down the tunnel.

Jace and Alec, City of Heavenly Fire.

"I didn't see you—you were this boy, following me around at school, and then I met you in Paris and you'd grown up and turned into Michelangelo's David. I thought you were beautiful."

Alastair and Thomas, Chain of Iron

“I never thought it would matter,” he said. “I thought by the time you were old enough to ask questions and demand answers, you wouldn’t be able to see me anymore.” Lucie felt as if a cold hand had been placed on her back. “Why wouldn’t I be able to see you?”

Lucie and Jesse, Chain of Gold (also, Idk if this is actually symbolic; it just feels like it)

Time is not fast or slow where I am. And yet it was long enough for me to feel like the whole world was disappearing, like there was nothing else in it except Kit and Ty looking at each other.

Livvy about Kit and Ty, Secrets of Blackthorn Hall

There may be more, but I went through a lot of TSC books just to get these few parallels, so tell me what I've missed.

Tagging @wikitpowers just because I like her name.

[darklinaforever]

The Cat King, from the Dead Boy Detectives show :

Magnus Bane, from the Shadowhunters show :

Edwin, from the Dead Boy Detectives show :

Alec, from the Shadowhunters show :

Catwin ship, from the Dead Boy Detectives show :

Malec ship, from the Shadowhunters show :

Me :

Why ship Edwin with Charles when the Cat King fucking exists ?! Edwin & Charles also literally remind me a little the case of the duo Alec & Jace :

I would like to point out that I have nothing at all against the Edwin & Charles ship and that they could surely work completely in the future if Charles ever returns Edwin's feelings with certainty (I also think that they will surely be canon in the future if continuation of the netflix show there is). I even like them a little. But I definitely don't feel the spark between them, compared to Edwin with the Cat King... Sorry not Sorry !

[saltwaterburns]

I have a request - "being comforted by Jace Wayland (JCB) would include:"

Merry Christmas btw :)

I could kiss you rn. Merry Christmas ❤️

Slightly ooc Jace?

Jace Wayland comforting you would include:

Hugs.

Did you see how both times he comforted Clary, he held her as close as physically possible, cradling her in his arms?

That's how he would hold you.

He finds you in the greenhouse, tucked away in a hidden corner you love to sneak away with him to

Sometimes to kiss, sometimes to..

You're curled up, back pressed against the wall, knees up against your chest

Your body is being constantly wrecked by sobs, your lungs aching from the lack of air you're getting

You're a mess. You can't see, you can't hear, you can't feel

It hurts. It hurts so bad and it only adds to the salty tears running down your blotchy cheeks

His heart feels like it's being squeezed with an iron fist. The longer he looks at you, the more his body hurts. It's worse than the burning ache of freshly drawn runes, it's worse than a demon bite

Kisses. So, so many kisses

He drops to his knees in front of you, his hands finding yours. He tangles your fingers together, bringing your hands up to his mouth, pressing little kisses over your knuckles

He's doing anything, everything to ground you, to bring you back to him

His lips are spewing words of comfort between each kiss

"Come on, darling."

"Breathe for me now, angel."

"It's okay, it's okay. I've got you, it's okay."

"You're alright. I'm here, I've got you. Deep breaths for me, yeah?"

"There we go, just like that."

After a while, you start to calm down. Your heart slows, your lungs aren't constricted, blood isn't roaring in your ears

Despite that, your hands stay clasped together with his. You don't let go, even when he tries to pull away so he can wrap his arms around you

You bring his hands up to your face and hide. You kiss them, hide yourself from him in them. His hands are cool and it feels nice against your hot skin

He coos, sitting closer to you. His darling girl

He sits beside you and pulls you to his chest, somehow managing to sneak his hands free

He wraps his arms around you and holds you close, petting your hair, pressing kisses to your hairline, whispering little reassurances in your ear

You stay there with him for who knows how long. An hour, two, three

Neither of you cares. You stay sitting there, you in his embrace. His scent, clean and fresh, surrounds you, clouds your senses

It lulls you to sleep after a bit. Your head falls limp and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head

He brushes your hair back, away from your face. He tucks the strands behind your ears, wipes your cheeks dry. He presses little kisses under your eyes, now adorned with red circles

He is such a kissy boy you can't change my mind

"Good morning!" Kiss

"Are you okay??" Kiss

"You could've died." Kiss

"Please help me." Kiss

He kisses you to reassure himself. Reassuring you is just an amazing bonus

Kisses help to ground him, make him realise you're real and with him

Angels can't kiss anyone, but you're his angel and he kisses you

After the crying situation, he doesn't mention it again because you don't

But his lingering touches, gentle brushes of fingertips let you know that he is here and that he cares

You appreciate it more than anything. You don't want to talk about it, but you thank him with kisses of your own

His love language is physical touch for a reason

Mostly because he didn't get much of it as a boy

He doesn't like words, he can't figure them out

He also hates emotions. He thinks they're stupid and not really needed

But he cherishes everything he feels for you like an ancient relic that needs the best of the best protection

He's so sassy, too

If anyone asks what happened that night, be ready to get at least 3 comments thrown your way

"None of your business, thanks!"

"Since when did asking stupid questions become a shadowhunters job, enlighten me please."

"We did your mum. Fuck off."

It never fails to make you giggle

He flashes you a wink after every comment

He's like a 14 year old boy trying to impress an older girl

It works...