#anyway anyway okai food time for babie clari

[somnidasha]

okay i'm just thinking about jace, who works at a nightclub. and there's a music band with ridiculous name that performs at this place at least once a week. and jace really hates their music, okay? and no, this hate doesn't have anything to do with their annoying bass player, okay, clary? no, of course, jace was never interested with this simon guy. and, of course, they talk only because jace really has nothing else to do. and maybe (just maybe) making fun about minor at the bar and offer the guy baby food every time instead whatever he was order can be fascinating. and anyway, clary was the one who kept saying to jace that he needed more training to be nice and polite as barmen should be. and it's seems like simon is the best choice when jace need test his patience (because this guy is really annoying. has jace mentioned this before?). and so what if sometimes he really gets lost in that deep eyes? it's mean nothing if he looks at this boy on the stage longer than anyone else and applauds more than he should. after all simon is just best friend of clary's. and jace believes there's some rules like "best friend of my friend can beserves some support from me even if they're very annoying and play really shitty music". jace isn't sure actually but he really don't want to upset clary. so jace totally don't understand what izzy talking about when, after their siblings' meeting at this bar she asked him when he planned to introduce her to his boyfriend.

i'm just thinking about simon who definitely has a crush on this barman. and he really need a month before trying to talk with him. to be honest it was a disaster. as soon as simon opened his mouth a lot of ridiculous chatter came out. and it's seems like simon was told this handsome bartender about his fake id. at least simon got his name. jace. simon thinks that it's suit this guy. and that's probably the first and last thing he knows about him, because simon is pretty sure that they will never perfom at this place again and probably an image of his face will hang on the door of every nightclub with inscription "never let in". so he was really surprised when they returned to this club the following week and everything seemed pretty normal. but for some reasons "python's children" (fuck eric and his names for band) ask him to going for drinks every times since this day. simon literally has no idea why, because he's never come back with something that involves alcohol (some kind of troubles which you deal with when you telling barman about your fake id). but he thinks that it has something to do with clary's smirk which appers every time simon talks with this barman. but if simon know anything it's that jace isn't interested in him. at all. jace lets know that to simon so many times. it will always be clary. and no, simon isn't jealous or anything, he really wants clary to be happy. but when he thinks about it, he just gets so upset that he isn't the one who jace care about (well, maybe simon is a little jealous). but he can't do anything with this.

i'm just thinking about clary and izzy who really care about the happiness of those two idiots. they care so much that they can't ignore obvious feelings between simon and jace. so who can blem girls when they bring those idiots? after all, there's nothing wrong with a friendly dinner for four that girls suddenly can't come to. so boys just need to figure this thing between they. but just in case jace was even thought about acting like asshole izzy made it very clear to him that he can't come to home if he didn't talk to simon. clary was a little softer on this issue but threatening not to talk to simon for about a week seems like torture enough to made simon speak about his feelings. so maybe jace need to say "thank you" for his sister for being able to say anyone that at next performance at the bar everyone that this is his boyfriend who the only good player on stage. and simon will definitely say "thank you" a million times to clary for just the way eric looks when jace kissed simon after the performance.

[inkykeiji]

Hey doll.

Not y'all hitting on Clari while I'm asleep. 😃 And making out with her? Me and her boyfriend says no.

You're bold anon, huh? I'll keep an eye on you.

Thanks anon who said you caught feelings for us. It's refreshing to see people enjoying our interactions as much as we do, pretty.

Do you feel better about your tummy?

- Dabi, Touya.

hi dabi <333

THE FUCKIN SMILEY FACE TOOK ME OUT AHAHAHAHA pls i love u ur so cute 😭😭 oop anon he’s gonna be watching you

YES IT IS!!!!! so many super sweet messages aaaah they all made me so !!!!!!!! giddy and super happy and just aah <333333333

eee i just woke up n it still hurts a lil but i’m also rly hungry so 🙊🙊 i must eat ehehehe

[ralfstrashcan]

3x21 Reaction / Commentary

I was seriously wondering if this was Alec because Magnus loss = melt down = shaky fingers but Alec would never voluntarily drink something so pretentious. But uuhhh I had thought Jonathan angry-flapped through the rift to Edom? Why he now here still?

More seelie queen crown, yeah!!

Not buying that whole “your demon blood is burning away your humanity” because, again, he lived years without being bonded to Clary so what's taken that “transformation” so long? Also, will he become like, a raven? A harpy? Oh no, I saw the promo. He'll be blond. Makes sense.

He just showed that he's not interested, stop harassing him you sick cougar.

Uhhhhh, objection your honor. That fake blade only contained like three atoms of the original Glorious. But whatever, details amiright.

Also if they wanna tell me it's the blade that triggered the transformation then a) wtf why would a blade designed to break something evil make the evil actually MORE evil wtf for a shit equipment is that b) can we expect some ridic changes for Clary too, that make her even more Mary Sue? c) if Lucifer was so badass, where is he? Something killed him, maybe? Since Jonathan is declared most uniquest thing to ever unique?

“A splendid pet bird. And he died a few decades back so I'd like to recruit you as replacement,. Whatcha say? I'll even drop bird themed pick up lines around you all day.” God I'm making myself sick.

BS when you think about it, because every individual is unique. Good luck salvaging the climate change and what not, seelie queen, on your heroic quest to preserve all that is unique.

#rejected, take that you prowling predator. Can you believe she annoyed him so much he just abandoned his pretentious cream drink thingy? So rude. Also nice touch that they remembered that thing with the flowers and Jonathan making them poor flowers wilt. Btw would that have worked if they were plastic flowers?? Haha ok sorry.

Wtf I'm very much not on board with the seelie queen having a weird Jonathan fetish. Also, if the sole reason she has it is that Jonathan is “one of a kind” then I wonder why she wasn't ruthlessly hitting on Simon the same way? Or technically, before Simon became a daylighter, on Cain, getting him to leave the sewers and chill in the seelie realm instead?

1) Wow can you believe they managed to spare Malec's drama 3 seconds of consideration before getting absorbed in themselves again? Amazing. 2) Dude, you weren't in control of your actions while Clary was brainwashed and very much in control of her actions. That's not really comparable? But whatever.

Some great “love” you've got going on there, Maryse, writing Magnus off after, what? Half a day? Two days? Smh.

???????????????????? So they want to tell me Magnus plastered his magic like a bandaid over the rift but didn't really close it? Well, I am prepared with outrage to point out all the ways in which this is bullshit.

1) There clearly was no such thing to be seen from the other side.

Since Edom and Earth are two different dimensions and on Earth's side there was no rift in the dimension's fabric anymore that obviously means if the wraiths slipped through that Edom crack they'd either be lost in limbo or flapping around in some inter-dimesional space. But they couldn't reach Earth. So I fail to see how this is a problem.

2) How the hell do the NY Shadowhunters know about this? Since from their side the rift was well and truly closed? They don't know that Magnus has to keep his magical band-aid in place? The only thing they have to wonder about is why the hell Magnus hasn't returned yet since Magnus proved in 3x20 that apparently interdimensional travel works with normal warlock portals and those fancy pentagram things aren't necessary.

3) Uhhhh if Magnus has to stay there to keep up the magical band-aid (since exit options clearly aren't the issue here) wtf won't he tire at some point? Am I supposed to believe exhausting isn't a thing in Edom? What happens if he has to sleep? (Sidenote, what the hell do they eat in Edom anyway? Will he have to roast some shax demons? Disturbing.) Anyway back to the topic at hand, if I'm supposed to believe that Magnus is THAT strong he can keep up this magic (a magic that was so enormous he couldn't even achieve it from Earth) for eternity without taking a break, then I doubly don't get why he can't just SEAL the goddamn rift?! And don't tell me it's because band-aid magic is something he can do, and different from  rift sealing magic which is something he can't do. Because again, 2x20 is a thing where Magnus proves that he is capable of sealing a rift; so the only explanation of why he didn't do it in 3x20 is because the rift was too powerful. Now correct me if I'm wrong but to me Magnus + Enhanced Edom Powers equals He Closes The Rift, not Weird Band-Aid Magic. Wtf.

HAHAHAH I CAN'T!!!!! THANKS MAGNUS FOR POINTING THIS OUT!!! AND IN THE SASSIEST WAY POSSIBLE!!!!! IT'S BEEN BUGGING ME SINCE 3x10 XD XD XD

Love that shot.

1) Thanks, Lilith, for confirming that Magnus is in fact constantly supplying the band-aid with magic and thus exposing this whole plot line as completely frakkin illogical. 2) Wtf Lilith, why the heck did you go back to Edom in 3x16 if you wanted to murder Jonathan????? IT MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL WTF 3) Where tf is Cain?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN'T

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN'T

Wow that escalated quickly. I hate that even though Magnus knows it's just a trick to get into his head it still hurts him, because this is how he is: alwasy second-guessing his worth. He deserves better from all of them, deserves more from them, so he wouldn't feel this so keenly.

Ok, good save, I was just gearing up for a rage about why the hell Magnus is more powerful than the literal mother of demons who could defeat everyone, even with his Ddom-Edition-Powers because come on. However, Magnus must know that this is just a temporal solution because recovering means at some point she'll be recovered and, well.

Also, this shot haha.

Hahahaha I see he inherited the hell puns from Asmodeus along with the real estate XD

I mean, yeah, and then he acted like a total fool in his last few days. Great way to go, man. #stillbitter

“People mattered to Jordan. People, their troubles, their pain...”

That was sweet.

HAHAHAHA THAT WAS HILARIOUS

Probably off to do something to enrage me, so same as always.

Oh look, he's robbing a bakery because being jobless and needing food doesn't mix well.

OMG I SUDDENLY REMEMBER THIS FROM THE 3B TRAILER. You know, Luke being all creepy in the back of a car? Wtf, honestly I think I'll have even less patience for Human!Luke than I have Inapt!Werewolf!Luke. They're really testing me.

“....like Sizzy” Hahahah okay I'll try to behave myself. And I had time to prepare, it was obvious they'd use that inspirational thing Maia said for Sizzy purposes.

Yeah...... #irony #obviously me behaving myself isn't working out, who's surprised? I'm not.

Don't they have fire extinguishers in the Institute somewhere? I mean, there's regulations for that, right? Lemme guess, that's remnants of the Glorious fake sword that pierced her? And now she can't be with Simon without killing him, hahaha, all Sizzy problems solved XD

When I saw this (in the Sneak Peek, but still counts) my first thought was “Aha NOW he tries to find a solution but when Magnus first lost his magic he couldn't be bothered RUDE ALEC WTF” lol ahahahah

Question time: 1) Didn't he have plants in there last episode?

OH RIGHT HE HAD!!! What happened to them? *Sherlock Voice* Did he eat them??

2) Why didn't Alec wonder where the hell Lorenzo was? Sure, he's a little preoccupied atm with losing Magnus, but he should have realized Lorenzo was weirdly absent about five hours into his happy little loft occupation???

3) I fully expected the scratching to be Chameleon!Lorenzo vying for attention, but seeing it, omg my heart broke a little. Can you imagine the desperation?? Poor evil lizard baby.

You know, I find it inherently troubling that Alec assumes Magnus always had this lizard and has only now decided to relocate its terrarium into the loft's main room, instead of thinking Magnus got the lizard as, idk, a pick-me-up after the breakup. I mean, what kind of lousy pet holder does he take Magnus for? Not even mentioning he has one, never taking care of it? That's not Magnus. Alec should know better.

Als Bohemian so incisively pointed out, why would he have created a pet cobra that he calls “baby” if he hated reptiles? And while, granted, Alec might not know about this, I believe Cat should. So wtf.

.....................................they honestly felt the need to tell her this? In grave detail and that this was their first kiss? Why would they do that?? Or did she look at the tapes??? So many questions.

Lol okay I didn't even intend to be so spot on with the Sizzy prediction. More importantly though, she won't be able to shadowhunt anymore.

Why is anyone (except Magnus (and occasionally Alec)) left in charge of anything, ever. *sigh*

But I mean, at least there's this

Small mercies (aka comedic pockets in a vast sea of illogic shit) I guess XD

HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA I AM DEAD I CAN'T HAHAHAH HIS FACE!!!!!!!!!!

Jace is me, I am Jace

So.... many....... questions...............

Okay, so I'm severely confused. If this demon has info on what's happening in Edom right now, then either he left Edom after Lilith started gathering her army so there's a rift there somewhere, OR there's a way for news to travel between Edom and Earth, probably through, you guessed it, a tiny rift. So wtf, show, please explain because I don't understand.

..............................................................

The audacity. The fucking audacity. MAGNUS WILL BE DEAD, IS WHAT YOU SHOULD TAKE AWAY FROM THAT. NOT THAT THE RIFT REOPENS ARE YOU KIDDING ME WTF JACE I CAN'T BELIEVE IT I EVEN CURSED EXPLICITLY I NEVER DO THAT WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Wow. Alec, can you please punch him?

Don't get me wrong. They're shadowhunters, of course it is their duty to prevent this to protect the mundanes. But, delivery?! Show some worry at the prospect of the love of your parabatai's life dying??? before continuing with business as usual?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SAME CLARY, BECAUSE WTF?! I REPEAT, WTF!!!! Didn't she listen to Helen at all? It's not going to protect her, it's going to blast her to frakking pieces. Wtf how dumb is she??? Hääääääääääää?????

lol Simon, you'd just stab yourself in the eye with it XD But I appreciate the sentiment XD

I AM THIS CLOSE TO JUST, RECORD MY LAUGHTER BECAUSE I'M DYYYYYING OVER HERE OKAY HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA Also he should call Maia, because life as a werewolf suxx way less than life as a vampire. Then again, IMMORTAL HUSBANDS SIGN ME THE F UP, IMMORTAL ALEC WAS ENDGAME ALL ALONG AHAHAHAHAHA YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Okay, on a more coherent note. I LOVE this line. I was so painfully deprived of Alec throwing himself into risk and action just to protect and help Magnus during 3B that it's not even funny. So this was really awesome. But, consider this: if he really wanted to go through with it he'd have to wait like a whole day before the transformation is completed, so uhhh impracitcal.

YES. YES. PLEASE MORE OF ENRAGED ALEC SCOLDING THEM LIKE THE KIDS THEY ARE. (But, uh, ragefully running away from his sire in spe wasn't the cleverest move if he wants to go through with it immediately ahaha XD)

I mean, nice of them to contriubute. All it took was Alec (!!!!!) flipping his shit. It seems they didn't have the idea to look into something themselves. Lol I'm inclined to be with Lilith on that one, are they even worth it??? Smh.

Full disclosure, for the longest time I was sure those were burning dog shit piles XD

Can we talk about how Jonathan is at a point where he doesn't really seem to care if he lives or dies because everything is pointless to him? (Btw if I manage to actually write the epic 3x21+22 rewrite I have in mind then it'd start here.)

I mean this was smooth and all, but......? Wasn't Meliorn like, totally over Izzy? I'm meaning this in a premonition-y way, not just this line. His rekindled feelings come pretty much out of nowhere.

I get that this is the alliance rune from the books. But why the hell would she do that in this situation instead of a rune that allows Shadowhunters to survive in Edom? In which universe is alliance rune your first thought instead of resiliance rune?? Or just a plain Accio Magnus rune, ffs!!!Makes no sense.

This is epic and all, but excuse me while I roll my eyes real hard.

Also ignoring the seelie queen and her weird fetish 2.0 because who cares.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I CCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT LORENZO IS A FANBOY HAHAHAHA I BET YOU HE WILL CORNER SIMON AT SOME POINT AND BEG HIM FOR AN AUTOGRAPH HAHAHAHAHA

“As my first act on the Downworld Council...”

So you mean to tell me that from 3x02 til 3x21 actually only a week passed? Because the Downworld Council meetings are weekly scheduled??? Tf hahaha.

Hahahhahhaa I mean I totally get why he reacts that way. Also, may I ask the dreaded question: WHERE THE F IS CATARINA???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No honestly, I give up. I just. I give up.

Hahahahaha

“The angels wouldn't have given me this power if they didn't want me to use it.”

Premonition!Ralf: Ha. Hahahhahaha. Ha.

THE COMEDY WE DESERVE HAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PERFECT!!!! Not least because it's immediately followed by

which makes it seem as if Lorenzo is complimenting Meliorn's prowess as a lover LOL

SIGH. So in 3x10 it was the portal that allowed Magnus to EASILY travel back to Earth, not Asmodeus kindly giving him a lift. So then let me ask why the hell he didn't make a portal like this in 3x20?! Did he already know he wouldn't be able to seal the rift but would have to keep it closed 24/7? Ridiculous. Also, why does Alec even ask this, since he saw Magnus use that exact same portal in 3x10.

I think you should have held frikkin hands.

HAHAHA ALEC, HONEY, WHAT WOULD YOU WRITE ANYWAY???? “We're right here, next to those withered trees. There's sand on the ground and wraiths in the sky. Everything looks red. And from here I can see that one ruin!!”

Weird Lorenzo & Alec bonding is intriguing. That's all I'm saying on the matter for now. I'm reserving judgement.

(Edit: After watching both 3x21 and 3x22 this clearly marks the point where Lorenzo's Instant Redemption Arc sets in and simultaneously comes to a close. Thanks, I hate it. Let antagonists be antagonists, dammit. At the end of the day not everyone is a goody two-shoes. That's life. UGH. Also, let me introduce my theory that while traveling between Earth and Edom Lorenzo's character was ripped from him in a severe Plot Convenience Turbulence. What a shame.)

But hell yeah to Alec's emotions running rampant and him being unable to control the magic. Another headcanon confirmed (that I didn't really knew I had, lol).

Hahahahha dude could you be any more pretentious XD XD XD

Hahahahahahaha this is the best day of my life.

Hahahaha Meliorn just got promoted to one of my favorites. Better late than never amiright.

I get this, this taking stock conversation, from a meta standpoint. But BITCH CAN YOU FOCUS ON MAGNUS FOR ONCE IN YOUR SELF-ABSORBED LIFE IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK WTF DAMMIT

Yeah, me too. Who knew demonic transformations came with a villain hairdo make over?? Nature truly is beautiful.

Me, watching: I might be totally oblivous, but did this crown always have a stripe thing on the top, too? Ralf, editing this reaction post: Yes. Yes it did. You're not as observant as you like to think. Me, reading that: .......harsh

..........do I have to understand why he isn't running away screaming? I get the instinct to wreak havoc because everything hurts and is pointless but wtf, the seelie queen is doing the exact same things Lilith did to him. Using him, only seeing him as a power source that has to be cultivated but has no feelings, no worth, and weirdly kissing him. He should, for all intents and purposes, be running for the hills. (But also, uh, neat nail polish and rings, seelie queen. You've got style.)

HAHAHAHA I mean, I already prepared two Jeliorn Dumb Comics, but this is reaching ridiculous levels XD XD XD I'm soooo here for it.

Hahahahaha XD XD XD

“Runes bubbling back, incredible” Yeah, no shit. I'm not buying. I could even largely argue my point, making references to the seelies that got “treated” in 3x17 that weren't rendered half-human-half-angel but mundane, meaning they lost their angelic part, too, meaning the serum removes angelic blood as well as demon blood. But since I couldn't care less about Luke (right now or in general? That's your guess to make) I'm not even getting worked up over it XD

Dude, you're aware this is like the perfect opening for getting a verbal diss, right?

Wow, three seconds a shadowhunter and here we are with the racist jokes again. That was quick.

Also, let me say how exceedingly ridiculous it is that Luke just walks out of there with a “No thank you” and Evil Praetor Guy does nothing against it literally because Luke said “But blackmailing me would mean you're evil ;__;”

bitch please

Look, can we appreciate this a little more? Like, a lot more??? Can I pause the episode here and stare at this for half an hour or something????? Alec saying he's willing to just, leave behind life as he knew it, very possibly never seeing anyone of his family again, just so he gets to stay with Magnus? I mean, that's some Major Immortal Alec Energy right there. Serve me more please.

..................wow instead I get Clary depriving me of a Malec Reunion Smooch wtf?! Uuuhhhh no thank you!!!!

AHAHAHA THAT SUFFERING FACE HAHAHAHAHA OMG AMAZING Kicked Pouting Suffering Puppy Jace <3<3<3

Btw what Jace said about Simon really gave me something to think about. I'm confused but intrigued. I like.

[cristinablackthornkingson]

Shadowhunters Short Story #33.

It was a cold, frosty day in November and this month  marked 2 months since the battle with The Cohort and since The Clave left Idris. Everyone was working hard to get The Clave up and running smoothly again, in New York. Isabelle had been helping Alec out by helping him with his paper work and looking after Max and Rafe when he and Magnus both needed to be somewhere else, Alec hated leaving his boys but it always made him feel better when they were with family, he knew they loved their aunty Izzy and Uncle Simon and would have a wonderful time with them.

 Everything was quiet today, there were no meetings planned or anything, and everyone was taking the rare chance to spend some time at home, Jace and Clary were working on wedding plans, Magnus and Alec were spending the day at home with their boys, and Isabelle and Simon had planned to work on some wedding plans too. Right now, Simon was out getting them coffee, and Isabelle took this time of being home alone to do something she had been meaning to do for a few weeks now.

For a while, Isabelle had been feeling off, she had been feeling very nauseous, had unbelievable aches and pains in her back and stomach and had recently missed her period, and she had never missed a period in the ten years she had been getting them. She had The Birth Control rune, though she wasn’t very careful about making sure it hadn’t worn off, these last few months, the last thing on her mind was Birth Control. She and Simon definitely weren’t trying for a baby, they had never discussed having kids, though Isabelle guessed Simon would love to have kids someday, and now that Max and Rafe were here, Isabelle had come to realize she would love to have children some day too, but she had not planned on having kids for at least another 5 years. 

She could have easily gone to The Silent City to find out whether or not she’s pregnant, but she wanted to avoid the Silent City at all costs, she was still creeped out by The Silent Brothers and hated the idea of any of them touching her. Instead, last week she went out and bought a pregnancy test and hid it in her makeup bag, where she knew Simon would never look. 

As Isabelle nervously waits for the results of the pregnancy test, she desperately wishes she had asked Clary to come over and wait with her, being alone made her nerves a thousand times worse, deep down she was actually a bit scared that the test would be negative, she was so use to the idea that she was probably pregnant, the thought of not having another little life growing inside her, made her heart ache with sadness. 

Once the three minutes are up, Isabelle makes her way over to the bathroom sink on wobbly legs and looks down at the test. Straight away, she sees two dark lines and her breath catches in her throat. There was no doubt about it, she was pregnant. Just then, she hears the door open and close and Simon call out to her. 

Stuffing the test into the pocket of her jeans, Isabelle hurries downstairs to the kitchen, where Simon has just put their coffees down. 

“Hey.” Simon says, smiling brightly at her. Isabelle’s heart flutters a little at the sight of his smile, and she hopes their baby inherits that smile. 

“Hi.” Isabelle replies, taking the coffee from Simon but almost instantly gagging at the strong smell of it. That was another symptom she had been having, her sense of smell was extremely sensitive the last few months, just last week when she and Simon had been looking after Rafe and Max, Max had asked her to open a bag of popcorn for him, and the smell instantly made her feel sick to her stomach, from then on Simon was in charge of opening stuff for the boys. 

“Iz, are you okay?” Simon asks in a tone of concern. 

“Yeah... just... the smell of the coffee is making me sick.” She says, trying to work through her nausea. She really hoped this wasn’t how the next nine months were going to go.

“Are you coming down with something? You seem to be feeling sick a lot lately.” Simon gently asks. There was no point in not telling Simon about the baby now, he would probably figure it out sooner or later, especially when she started showing, and he had to know eventually, she couldn’t keep it a secret. 

“No, actually Si, there’s something I need to tell you.” Isabelle quietly says. 

“What is it?” Simon asks in a curious tone. 

“Um... Si, how would you feel about having a baby?” Isabelle asks in a quiet, tone. Simon’s eyes widen and he sets his coffee down. 

“I-I would love to have a baby, would you?” He quietly asks in a hopeful tone. 

“Yes, yes I really would.” Isabelle says in a breathy tone. 

“Do you want to start trying?” Simon asks in a cautious tone. 

“We don’t need to, Simon I’m pregnant.” Isabelle says in a gleeful tone. 

“Really?” Simon asks in a tone of amazement, hardly able to believe his ears.  

“Yes, I’ve suspected it for a while because I’ve felt so sick, and I finally took a pregnancy test today and it was positive.” Isabelle explains. Simon laughs in delight and pulls her into a tight embrace. 

“This is wonderful, I love you both so much.” He softly says, pulling back and placing a hand on her stomach. “Oh God, I just realized Jace and Alec are going to kill me.” He adds, his face dropping as he think about how his brothers-in-law will react. 

“Relax Si, we’re not teenagers anymore, we’re adults now, we’re engaged and ready for a baby, Alec and Jace will be happy for us, Alec will be so excited to be an uncle, he’ll get to be the fun one without any responsibility.” Isabelle says in an amused tone. Alec adored his sons and being a father was the best thing he had ever done, but he also wanted to be the cool, fun uncle who let his niece or nephew do whatever they want, like Jace is to Max and Rafe. 

“Right, of course, I just got panicked for a second, do you know if we’re having a boy or a girl?” Simon asks, wrapping his arms around Isabelle’s waist. 

“No and I don’t want to find out until they’re born, I like the idea of it being a surprise.” Isabelle lightly says, beaming up at her fiance. 

“Can’t I find out and not tell you?” Simon asks. 

“No! I get to decide because I’m carrying the baby, we can find out with the next one.” She lightly says. Simon raises an eyebrow at her. 

“Next one?” He asks. 

“Mhm! I want lots of babies.” Isabelle says in a joyful tone. 

“How many is ‘lots’?” Simon cautiously asks. Isabelle lightly shrugs and says

“Six or seven?” 

“You’re kidding, right?” Simon cautiously asks. 

“Of course I am! I do want lots of kids but not that many! Maybe 3 or 4.” Isabelle says. Simon’s shoulders relax and he leans in to kiss her cheek. 

“Sounds perfect.” 

A few days later, Isabelle gives in to Simon’s requests that she be checked over by a Silent Brother, just to be sure that everything was okay with her and the baby. Brother Enoch confirmed that she was pregnant (almost 3 months along!) and that everything with her and the baby was perfectly healthy. It had come as a massive shock to Isabelle to find out she was so far gone in the pregnancy, she had thought she was only a few weeks at most, but it did make sense, the dates added up and she was even starting to show a little bit, though she had put that down to bloating. Since she was so far along in the pregnancy, she and Simon agreed to tell their family soon. As it turned out, just as Isabelle and Simon were about to invite everyone around to their house for dinner so they could announce the pregnancy, Maryse invited everyone to her home for a family dinner and Isabelle and Simon saw it as the perfect opportunity to announce the pregnancy. 

On the day of the dinner, Isabelle felt particularly unwell and wasn’t able to keep much food down, she knew she would be able to go the dinner but she wasn’t sure she would be able to eat, so she and Simon decided that they would try and announce the pregnancy straight away so Isabelle could explain if she was unable to eat much. 

Currently, they are standing in the living room of Maryse’s home, while she bustled about in the kitchen. 

“I think I’m going to tell mom when she comes back, I don’t think I can hold it in anymore and I actually want to tell Max and Rafe on their own too, they’ll be so excited, and they can help us tell everyone else.” Isabelle quietly explains to Simon, placing her hand on her stomach. 

“Whatever you want, I’m happy to tell everyone anyway you want.” Simon lightly says, leaning in to kiss her temple. 

“Where is everyone else, mom?” Isabelle asks her mother, as she walks back into the room. They had all agreed to meet here at 6 but it was almost 6:15 now and she and Simon were the only ones here. 

“I don’t know where Jace and Clary are, but Magnus and Alec are running a bit behind, Alec lost track of time doing some paperwork and when Magnus put Max down for his nap he fell asleep with him and they overslept a bit, they should be here soon though.” Maryse says. 

“Would you like more grandkids mom?” Isabelle lightly asks. 

“Oh I would love more grandchildren! Max and Rafe are just the sweetest little things, I feel so blessed to be their grandma.” Maryse says in a wistful tone. 

“I bet you’d love to have a granddaughter too.” Simon says. Even though he and Isabelle didn’t know if they were having a boy or a girl, he had a feeling they would have a girl. 

“That would be lovely.” Maryse agrees. 

“Well in about 6 months you might.” Isabelle lightly says. 

“Is Clary pregnant?” Maryse asks in a tone of shock. Isabelle laughs lightly and says

“No, at least I don’t think so, but I am.” 

“This better not be a joke.” Maryse says in a warning tone. She wanted another grandchild so badly, but she of course would never pressure any of her children into having kids, she just hoped that Magnus and Alec would adopt again or Clary or Isabelle would soon have a baby. If her daughter was messing with her, she wouldn’t be very happy. 

“It’s not mom, I swear, I’m due in May.” Isabelle tells her mother. 

“Oh Isabelle this is wonderful! Congratulations sweetheart!” Maryse exclaims, pulling her daughter into an embrace. May couldn’t come fast enough so she could meet her sweet, new grandbaby. 

“Thank you, we’re so excited.” Isabelle softly says, linking her arm through Simon’s when Maryse pulls back. 

“I remember the excitement of expecting your first child, I don’t think I was ever more excited than when I was pregnant with Alec. Do you know if you’re having a boy or a girl?” Maryse asks. 

“No we’re not going to find out, we want it to be a surprise.” Isabelle says. 

“Well I can’t wait to meet the little one, and I know you two are going to be wonderful parents.” Maryse says. 

Just then the doorbell rings. 

“That must be everyone else!” Maryse says, walking out into the hallway. 

A few minutes later Isabelle and Simon hear the excited voices of Max and Rafe, and only seconds later they bustle in with Magnus, Alec and Maryse just behind them as well as Clary and Jace. 

“Aunty Izzy! Uncle Si!” Max squeals, running over to Izzy and Simon and throwing himself at Izzy. Rafe is right behind Max and wraps his arms around Simon’s leg and looks up at him in adoration. Rafe loves his Uncle Simon so much, he thinks he is one of the coolest people on earth. 

“Hi my babies! How are you?” Izzy happily asks, placing a hand on the back of Max’s back. Rafe scowls at her and says

“I’m not a baby!” Isabelle laughs lightly and says 

“Of course, sorry Rafe.” Izzy says. 

“Hey guys, your aunty Izzy and I have something to tell you.” Simon tells the boys in an excited tone, once the others have gone into the kitchen. 

“What is it?” Max curiously asks. Izzy gets down to their level and smiles brightly at them. 

“What would you boys think about having a cousin?” She softly asks. 

“I like that!” Max exclaims. 

“Would I have to change dirty diapers?” Rafe cautiously asks. Isabelle laughs and says

“No mijo you wouldn’t.”  Rafe’s face lights up at this and he says

“Then I want a cousin!” 

“Well in a few months you’ll have one, I’ve got a baby in my tummy.” Isabelle softly says, laying a hand on her stomach. 

“Really? Like Aunty Tess?” Max asks in a tone of awe. 

“That’s right, in a couple of months the baby will be born and you’ll get to meet them.” Isabelle says, brushing Max’s hair back. Max wraps his arms around Izzy’s waist and buries his face in her stomach.

“I wove you baby!” He exclaims. 

“Can you boys help us tell your dads, Uncle Jace and Aunty Clary, about your cousin?” Simon gently asks, crouching beside his nephews. 

“Sí!” Rafe exclaims. Before Isabelle and Simon can say anything else, Rafe and Max dart out to the kitchen where the others are.

“Daddy! Papa! Me and Rafe gonna have a cousin!” Max exclaims, running into the kitchen, towards his parents. 

“Well we know that buddy, your Aunt Tessa is going to have her baby in April.” Alec gently says, ruffling his son’s dark hair. 

“No daddy! Aunty Izzy is gonna have a baby!” Rafe exclaims, smiling broadly as Jace ruffles his hair. 

“You are?” Alec asks his sister in a tone of disbelief. Isabelle smiles broadly and nods. 

“Yes I am!  I’m due in May, we just found out a few weeks ago.” She says. 

“Oh congratulations!” Alec exclaims, pulling his sister into an embrace as Clary embraces Simon. 

“Thank you, we’re so excited!” Isabelle says, pulling back from his embrace and accepting Jace’s hug. 

“I call Godfather!” Jace says. 

“As if I would trust you with my child!” Isabelle jokingly says. 

“And you trust Simon with your baby?” Jace asks, raising an eyebrow at his sister. 

“Yeah no offence Si, I’d trust Max with my baby more than I’d trust you.” Clary teasingly tells her parabatia.

“Well you’re not being godmother anymore.” Simon jokingly says.

“You must be so excited about the baby.” Alec quietly says to his sister. 

“I am, I just wish dad could be here to meet the baby.” Isabelle quietly says, leaning against him. 

“I understand, I really wish he was here to see my boys grow up, they’ve both grown so much in just two months and it kills me that dad’s not here to see it.” Alec quietly says. 

“I know, he would love this baby so much.” Isabelle quietly says, the tears welling in her eyes. Though her father (or her little brother) would not get to know her baby, she knew her baby would have so many others around them to love them, two parents, so many aunts and uncles, a loving grandmother and three cousins. (once Tessa and Jem’s baby is born) 

Isabelle’s pregnancy progresses smoothly, her nausea and illness lasts only until the fifth month, when they’re replaced with terrible aches and pains in her back and hips, pain killing runes did nothing for her so she had to bare it, she didn’t really mind, she knew it would all be worth it when she got to hold her baby. 

When Isabelle was about 5 months pregnant, she and Simon decided on one boys name and one girls name. If they had a girl, they would name her Jessamine (Jessie for short) Elaine Lovelace. If they had a boy they would name him George Robert Lovelace, after his uncle and grandfather. They had asked  asked Clary to be the baby’s godmother but couldn’t choose between Jace or Magnus and Alec for the baby’s godfather.

Isabelle was currently 9 months pregnant, only a few weeks from her due date. She was going to have a home delivery with a Clave Midwife delivering the baby and a Silent Brother witnessing the birth.

Currently, Isabelle and Simon were in Devon visiting Jem, Tessa and their newborn baby daughter Cordelia who was just a few days old. She was the sweetest little girl and looked just like Jem, and made Isabelle and Simon even more excited for the arrival of their son or daughter. While they were here they were going to ask Jem to be the baby’s godfather,in the end they didn’t choose one of Isabelle’s brothers to be the baby’s godfather as it would be unfair to the one they didn’t pick, or at least they felt it would be. Neither of them had any other close male friends and they thought about giving the baby two godmothers instead of a godfather, but then Magnus had mentioned in passing how Jem was Rafael’s godfather even though he and Magnus weren’t particularly close, Magnus and Alec trusted him (and Tessa) greatly and knew that Jem would be a loving, kind mentor for Rafe growing up, just as Jace would be for Max. Isabelle and Simon then agreed that they would also ask Jem to be their child’s godfather, for the same reasons. 

“Jem, there’s something Simon and I need to ask you.” Isabelle says, when Tessa has taken little Cordelia upstairs to change her diaper. 

“Oh? What is it?” Jem asks, tearing his gaze from Tessa and his daughter, walking upstairs, and turning to look at Isabelle and Simon, a look of pure joy on his face.

“We were wondering if you would be our baby’s godfather.” Simon quietly says.

“Me? Well... I’m flattered but why not ask one of your brothers, Isabelle?” Jem asks in a shocked tone. 

“We can’t choose between Magnus and Alec or Jace, it’s too hard. We thought about it for a long time, we weren’t even going to give our baby a godfather, but Magnus mentioned that you’re Rafe’s godfather because he and Alec know that you will be a caring, loving mentor for Rafe as he grows up, and we want the same for our baby. You don’t have to agree of course, you hardly know us, but we would love it if you did agree.” Isabelle quietly says. 

“I may hardly know you but I knew and loved plenty of Ligthwoods and Lovelaces in my time, Jessamine Lovelace was like the sister I never had, and I loved Cecily and Gabriel Lightwood’s children as my own, Sophie Lightwood was one the kindest, bravest people I have ever met who was also like a sister to me, I would be honored to be your child’s godfather.” Jem softly says. 

“If we have a girl we’re actually going to name her Jessamine, after Jessamine Lovelace.” Simon softly says. 

“She would be honored, you do the Lovelace name proud, Simon, you both do.” 

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Two hours later, Isabelle and Simon arrive home from Devon, both of them feeling more exhausted than ever before. Isabelle was feeling quiet unwell too, she had been having fake contractions for the last few weeks, but today they seemed particularly strong. She couldn’t help but wince in pain and let out a sharp gasp as another pain ran through her.

“Izzy, are you alright?” Simon asks in a tone of concern. 

“Uh... I’m not sure, these pains are really bad.” Isabelle says in a tight tone. 

“I’m going to summon The Silent Brothers, just to be sure everything’s okay.” Simon says.

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It had been 5 hours in total since Simon had summoned The Silent Brothers. When Brother Enoch had arrived and checked Isabelle over, he had told them that the pains she was experiencing were real, actual contractions. Isabelle had been very grateful for the fact that her pains were not that bad at all, very bearable. A few hours after Brother Enoch had confirmed that Isabelle was in labor, her waters had broken and Simon had contacted everyone to let them know the baby was on the way and promised to get in touch again when the baby was born. After Isabelle’s water had broken, her labor had progressed very quickly, and before she knew it, it was time to push. She had only had to push for half an hour, and now she was clutching Simon’s hand, listening to their baby crying. 

“Simon, is it a boy or a girl?” Isabelle asks in a hoarse voice, as Simon brushes her hair back from her face. Simon had gotten a quick glimpse of their baby a few seconds ago but Isabelle had not seen them at all. 

“A boy, Iz, a beautiful baby boy.” He tells her in a joyful tone, leaning down to kiss her softly. 

“I want to hold him.” Isabelle announces, holding her arms out for her baby. 

“Just give me a minute to clean him down, Mrs. Lovelace.” The midwife says.

“No, I don’t care if he isn’t clean, give me my son.” Isabelle says in a firm tone. The midwife purses her lips, but passes the baby to Isabelle, who instantly presses her lips to her baby’s forehead, holding him close to her. 

“Hi George, my sweet boy, I love you so much.” Isabelle softly says, peering down into her son’s face. He was a perfect mix of her and Simon. He had Simon’s pallor, nose and eye shape, while he had Isabelle’s hair color and mouth shape, and as it would later turn out, he has beautiful big blue eyes, he was certainly a little Lightwood. 

“He’s perfect.” Simon says in a tone of awe, gently running his hand over George’s dark, wispy hair. 

“Yes he is, and you have so many people waiting to meet you my sweet boy, your cousins are so excited to meet you, I just wish your grandpa and your Uncle Max could be here too.” Isabelle says in a tight tone. Robert and Max would love George, Robert was a wonderful grandfather to Max and Rafe and no doubt would have been the same to little George, and Max would have adored all his nephews. However, even without them, George was one of the most loved little boys there ever was, he had so many people around him that loved him and cared about him, and had his grandpa and Uncle Max watching over him making sure he would always be safe.

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You’re Mine (A Malec Valentine’s Day Fic)

#romantic #sappy #possessive!alec #fluff #funny #domesticmalec #malecforever

Beta’d by: @icymalec

Read on Ao3. (FiendMaz)

It was Valentine’s, one of the special times of the year where couples spend their day together re-enacting the cheesiest romantic movies in the world. And yet, Alec glared at his sister and her boyfriend from his position in the living room, he was in his family vacation home celebrating an engagement that wasn’t even his.

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In which, Malec has to spend Valentine’s Day in the Lightwood Manor to celebrate Sizzy’s engagement but doesn’t let that stop them from being the romantic saps they are.

It was Valentine’s, one of the special times of the year where couples spend their day together re-enacting the cheesiest romantic movies in the world. And yet, Alec glared at his sister and her boyfriend from his position in the living room, he was in his family vacation home celebrating an engagement that wasn’t even his.

“Aaaah, this is the worst!” Alec groaned as he rolled around on the couch. “Let’s leave.”

Magnus smiled at him from behind the parfait he was happily eating. “Darling, where did the caring brother in you go?”

“It was murdered by Alexander Lightwood, your boyfriend who wants to elope with you,” Alec grumbled with a serious pout, eyes sad.

“Darling,” Magnus drawled and set aside his parfait to roll Alec back over. He wrapped his arms around Alec’s head and snuggled in to whisper, “I have something for you.”

Alec struggled to move around so he could hug Magnus properly and ended up on his back. He cupped Magnus’ face with his hands and pulled to smack a wet kiss. “Yeah? Me too.”

“Oh? But I’m going first,” Magnus teased.

“That’s fine, you’re mine anyway.”

Magnus patted Alec’s head with an affectionate smile and then wiggled around a bit so he could dig in his leather shoulder bag for a sizeable sleek black box. He handed it over to Alec with an expectant look in his eyes. “Open it, darling.”

“Are we really eloping?” Alec joked seriously. When Magnus just kept staring, his eyebrows raised and he focused his whole attention on the box. He flipped it open carefully and his jaw dropped. A beautiful smile blossomed on his face and his eyes crinkled as he giggled happily. “They’re gorgeous, Magnus.”

He took one of the rings out and raised it to eye-level. The smooth finish of the black ring and rose gold lining glimmered beautifully under the light and Alec lost his breath for a moment. He took Magnus’ hand and kissed the ring finger before sliding on the ring. His smile widened at the sight and he kissed the ring before leaning over to kiss Magnus sweetly. “I love you, my life.”

Magnus’ cheeks flushed a little and he tried to cover it by taking out the other ring. He knew how badly he failed when Alec rubbed his cheeks but he just grabbed onto one of the hands to brush his lips along Alec’s knuckles. “Stop rubbing off my makeup.”

“You don’t need them,” Alec countered but obeyed anyway.

“Thank you, sweet,” Magnus carefully slid the ring into place and admired how the black and rose gold complemented Alec’s pale skin. “I wasn’t thinking of marriage when I bought these,” he murmured as he caressed Alec’s fingers. “Honestly, sometimes I forget we aren’t.”

“Me too,” Alec reassured.

They shared a smile and then Magnus pulled out his phone under Alec’s curious gaze. “This is why I bought these.”

“Wait,” Alec interrupted before Magnus could go on. He flipped over with a great show of flexibility to lay on his stomach and ducked under Magnus’ arm to get a better view of the phone. “Okay, go on.”

Magnus shook his head with a little smile, amused, and then swiped his phone open. He tapped open an app and Alec’s ring lit with a red line going around the centre. “Do you feel anything?”

“I – yes,” Alec whispered with a shocked look. His eyes darted between Magnus’ eyes and the ring for a few seconds before he finally sighed and buried his face in Magnus’ chest. “Am I feeling your heartbeat right now?”

“Yeah,” Magnus replied with a smitten smile.

Alec lifted his head and grabbed his phone off the carpeted floor. “Do mine,” He requested as he delicately swapped his phone with Magnus’.

“I already have,” Magnus revealed with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He opened the same app on Alec’s phone and his own ring came to life. He let out a soft sigh when he felt Alec’s heartbeat from the ring and leant his head on Alec’s shoulder. “This is the first time I’ve turned it on though… it’s a great feeling.”

“It’s going to make me fall asleep,” Alec mumbled, already sounding sleepy.

“I’ve spoiled you; letting you fall asleep to the sound of my heartbeat every night,” Magnus said as he ran his fingers through Alec’s hair fondly.

Alec hummed. “You’re comfy.”

“I do love how you drool on me in the morning –,” Magnus joshed.

“Lovebirds!”

Alec groaned loudly and unrepentantly. “Go away, Jace.”

“Are you two going to stay on that couch all day?” Clary questioned from somewhere behind them. “It’s near nightfall already.”

“Leave us be!” Alec complained.

Clary snorted. “Maia started mixing drinks!”

“Fray,” Alec held onto Magnus’ hand tighter and looked behind his shoulder to glare at the pair. “Magnus won’t be swayed by alcohol when he has me.”

“It’s true,” Magnus sang.

Clary rolled her eyes. “You two seriously never change.”

“Peace,” Alec stated cheerfully when Clary and Jace walked away. He gave Magnus a smug look and interlaced their fingers together, rings side-by-side. “I love you, baby.”

Magnus scrunched his face up playfully and gave Alec an Eskimo kiss. “I love you too.”

“Are you ready for my gift?” Alec asked as he tipped his head to the side and then sucked on Magnus’ bottom lip. A startled sound left him when Magnus deepened the kiss all of a sudden and he chuckled when they parted, breathless. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“It was.”

Alec excitedly took back his phone from Magnus and made a few swipes. He handed it back after a few seconds and waited restlessly while Magnus stared at the screen intently. “Hey,” his voice wavered a little when he spoke.

“Darling, don’t be nervous. I’m just speechless right now.”

“You like it then?” Alec wondered aloud though his face had already brightened considerably.

Magnus shook his head with a laugh. “I’m… This view is breath-taking, my Alexander.”

“I was choosing between a lot of hotels with views around the world and I thought that one would be best. It’s private so we can do what we want without thinking about other people.” Alec explained patiently.

“I didn’t know you wanted to go on holiday,” Magnus commented lightly, still in awe.

Alec shrugged. “I don’t really. I just wanted to get away from everyone for a few days since we couldn’t spend Valentine’s alone today.”

“Thank you,” Magnus said sincerely. He kissed the back of Alec’s hand and nuzzled his face into it. “I’ve always wanted to go somewhere picturesque with you.”

“It’s better than a tree house view; though I still want one.”

Magnus laughed. “Is that so? You should’ve said. I’ll build one for you, baby.”

“We can build one together,” Alec grinned.

  “Another hobby for Malec has been born!” Magnus announced when they finally stepped out of the living room into the backyard for dinner. He inhaled the delicious aroma of grilled barbecue with a wide grin, arm looped around Alec’s, as they walked over to the table piled with food. “We’re building a treehouse!”

“Of course, you are,” Isabelle said, hand on her hip and eyes playfully judgemental as she stared them both down. “Thank you for finally joining my engagement party.”

“It’s your engagement party?” Clary mock-gasped. “I thought it was theirs.”

Isabelle smirked. “Funnily enough, so did I at times.”

“Sis, be happy I’m even here,” Alec replied dryly with a roll of his eyes. “This is how much I love you.”

“Mmhm…” Isabelle gestured for them to sit. “Have some food and champagne, lovebirds.”

A fire appeared from the grill suddenly and they all jumped in surprise. Simon shouted in shock from his place before the grill, tongs useless by his side as he desperately flapped a hand at the fire.

“Away, away,” Luke appeared running from inside the house and gently pushed a stunned Simon to the side.

Isabelle yanked her fiancé over to her side with a raised brow. “What on earth?”

“Er…” Simon shrugged sheepishly. “It’s just – they’re wearing matching rings!”

“WHAT?!” Isabelle and Clary shouted simultaneously.

Alec swiped his and Magnus’ intertwined fingers behind his back in reflex but it was too late. The group swarmed them and Alec was left fending them off by hugging Magnus tightly as he glared at Jace and Simon’s laser-sharp stares.

“Ow…” Magnus whined from his squashed position slouched under Alec’s chin.

Alec stiffened in alert and slapped away Clary and Isabelle’s insistent hands. “Hey! Paws off!”

“Let me seeee!!!” Isabelle stomped her foot like a child while Clary pouted.

“Darling… I’m suffocating.” Magnus complained.

“Okay,” Alec wrapped one arm tightly around Magnus’ waist and then walked backwards with little difficulty, hand stretched outwards to fend away the hungry hyenas he called family. “Stay where you are and don’t you dare grab Magnus’ hand when we show the ring.”

Isabelle stomped her foot and flapped her waiting hand impatiently.

“I’ll just grab yours instead,” Clary taunted.

Alec huffed and then slowly lifted his and Magnus’ intertwined fingers up to eye-level for a good view. He bowed his head down to hide his face in Magnus’ hair to hide how pleased he was by his family’s cooing and the never-ending feeling of Magnus’ heartbeat.

“Are you getting married?”

Magnus wagged his fingers at curious Simon. “These are just rings to connect us when we aren’t physically together.”

“For a moment, I thought he was proposing,” Alec confessed as he raised his head. “But now that I’ve thought about it, Magnus would never do so on a holiday. He likes having as many special days as possible.”

Jace snorted. “I’ll believe that.”

“Wait,” Isabelle gripped Alec’s ring finger more tightly. “I feel something.”

Alec winced and tried to pull his hand back. “That’s Magnus’ heartbeat.”

“Ow!”

Clary quickly released Magnus’ hand with a guilty look. “Sorry, I was just amazed.”

“What’d you do?” Alec shook his sister off and worriedly checked Magnus’ hand.

Magnus smiled at Alec softly. “I’m fine, darling. Her nails just pinched me a bit.”

“I told you not to grab him, Fray,” Alec reached over and gently pinched her cheek as she squealed.

Clary gave her best puppy eyes imitation and jutted out her bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I’ll cut Magnus’ steak for him.”

“Don’t steal away my privilege.” Alec narrowed his eyes at her.

Magnus shook his head in amusement. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You both are,” Isabelle concluded.

 Two days later, Alec and Magnus were lying down on the daybed in the balcony of their accommodation at the Jade Mountain, St. Lucia. Alec had his head cushioned on Magnus’ chest as usual, his hair being played with in a relaxing manner. “We should buy a holiday home somewhere nice.”

“Maybe we can get everyone to pitch in and buy one for us.”

Alec laughed out loud, cheerful. “I’ll search for a home and put only that on the wedding registry.”

“That’s a great idea I will definitely get behind,” Magnus informed with a slight chuckle. “We have enough family and friends to make it reasonable for everyone in any case.”

“I’m going to do it.”

Magnus chuckled fondly. “And where shall we have our wedding and honeymoon?”

“I might as well propose to you right now, Magnus,” Alec teased.

“That’s true.”

Alec paused and then lifted his head up to meet Magnus’ eyes. “Marry me?”

“Oh?” A slow smile stretched out Magnus’ lips, sincere at first until it turned into a smirk. “I feel robbed. Give me a speech before you ask at least.”

“I’ll give you the world, Magnus.” Alec informed seriously.

“I don’t need the world,” Magnus said nonchalantly. “I only need you.”

Alec hummed and leaned in to connect their lips. He tilted his head as his lips were treated with kitten licks and then parted his lips in a wide smile. His hand slid up Magnus’ chest and trailed along the side of Magnus’ jaw before he ended the kiss with a lingering peck; their breaths mingled in between them and they kept eye contact in the close distance.

Finally, Alec tipped his head to make their foreheads touch and whispered hotly, “you’re mine, I love you.”

“I love you too, my Alexander.” Magnus reciprocated huskily. “And I’m yours with or without a signed paper.”

“I know,” Alec acknowledged simply. He didn’t say anything more and silence stretched between them as the sun went down in the horizon but the time wasn’t filled with nothing. Years of knowing and loving one another had made them so in tune with each other that they needed no words to convey the silent conversation of their hearts.

Their glittering eyes told a poetry and song of overwhelming emotions that no words or sentences could truly translate properly. Their hearts beat for each other as they did every moment in their lives since they had known each other and they would do so forevermore. And while true love never found other people easily, it found them early on and they would be eternally grateful to have successfully nurtured their love so beautifully together.

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Falsified Feelings

Part Three

Part One  //  Part Two

*This was meant to be the final part but I was already on 1600 words so I’m making a final part which will be part four.*

Prompt: 5. I’m sick of being USELESS 55. I’m pregnant 58. It’s not what it looks like...

Fandom:Shadowhunters Member: Sebastian Verlac/Jonathan Morgernstern Warnings: None Word Count: 1636

Summary: Jonathan finds out you and the Institute know he’s not Sebastian, the gang finds out about the baby.

It’s been nearly a week since you witnessed the death of who you presumed was the real Sebastian Verlac, you had tried your best to stay away from everybody, especially Sebastian. And it seemed that everyone was noticing the shift in your behaviour.

And once again Izzy and Clary were asking questions. “(Y/N)... Babe... You really need to talk to us. You‘re throwing up more often, missing missions and avoiding us, especially Sebastian.” Izzy said as she and Clary had walked into your bedroom once more. Sighing, you rolled over on your bed to look at the two girls that were now moving closer to the bed and staring down at you. “I’m fine guys, I just don’t fee-” You were cut off by a wave of nausea and hurriedly jumped out of the covers and into the bathroom to throw up. Leaving a worried Izzy and Clary on your bed, forgetting that the pregnancy test was still on the bedside table.

When you finally stopped throwing up, you brushed your teeth and walked back into your bedroom, only to see the two girls with the test in their hands. “If I said it���s not what it looks like, would that be too cliche...” You awkwardly laughed, as they stood there shocked. “It makes so much sense now! The lost appetites, the throwing up and missing training or missions! Is this why you’re avoiding us? Did you tell Sebastian yet?” The questions kept flying out of their mouths, shooting at you. “WOAH! Slowly, okay.”

“Wait, is this why you’re avoiding Sebastian? Does he know?” Clary asked, turning to face you once more as you all sat at the edge of the bed. Wringing your fingers, you looked down, not wanting to answer the question. “YOU DIDN’T TELL HIM YET?!” Izzy yelled out, shocked. Sighing, you shook your head before you began explaining. “Ever since he disappeared and reappeared, Sebastian doesn’t seem like Sebastian.” Letting out a small breath before continuing, “It seems that the only thing that is similar to my old Sebastian is his looks. He feels like a whole new person, even when it’s just the two of us. I just don’t want to tell him I’m pregnant yet until I’m sure that my Sebastian came back to me that day.” At this point, tears were streaming down your face, as you had finally let all your emotions come tumbling down.

After you had finally pulled yourself together, you, Izzy and Clary all went to grab some food from the Institute’s kitchen when Jace and Alec walked in. “(Y/N)! Are you feeling better? Sebastian says that you’ve been throwing up.” Alec questioned, walking over to you and embracing you in a side hug. “Yes, Alec I’m fine. It was nothing serious.” You say, whilst Izzy and Clary both look at you from behind Alec, as if expecting you to tell them the truth.

A short while passes before you turn to the girls. “Is there anything new about Jonathan in Valentine’s journals that could be useful?” Receiving a short shake of their heads showed that they were still unsure of how to capture  Jonathan. “Well maybe a fresh pair of eyes could be of use. I am available and off missions for the time being anyways.”

“Are you sure? I mean, maybe you should rest an-”

“Iz, I’m fine. I want to help however I can. I’m sick of feeling useless... Plus you have to go help Alec so I will happily take over for you.” And off you went into Alec’s study where the journals were. After around 3 hours of you, Clary and Jace flipping through the masses of inked pages of information on Valentine’s various experiments on both Jonathan’s; Jace and Jonathan and you had found nothing. That was until you had decided to re-read a page and shot up. “Guys! I found it! Look!” You called them over. “What is it?” Jace inquired, looking over your shoulder as you sat back down. “Electrum! Jonathan can’t tolerate Electrum because he’s demon blooded.” Judging by the looks on Jace and Clary’s faces, you had cracked the secret to finding Jonathan in the Institute but a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach almost suggested that something would make this plan backfire.

Later that night, Alec had called for an Institute meeting to let everyone know about the Institute lockdown and thus began the plans to capture Jonathan. But then complications started, someone had attacked Max and he was unconscious. As you sat outside the makeshift hospital room for brother Enosh to finish the process on Max when Jace came running into the corridor breathing heavily. “Where is he? What happened?” He frantically asked, everyone now looking towards the distressed male. “What are you talking about?” Alec asked, wondering what had Jace so rattled. By the look on Jace’s face, he seemed as if Alec’s words were like another language. “Max. I got your text.”

“What text?” Then the sudden realisation passed through everyone. “Jonathan.”

“Sound the alarm!” But judging by the beeping sound on Alec’s phone, the alarm was disabled. “Son of a bitch.” Rushing to your feet, you ran past everyone, looking for the only person who seemed to fit Jonathan’s current characteristics and when you reached Clary, you found him too. “I guess I passed your test.” Sebastian’s voice rang, as he handed Clary back the Electrum in his hand. When you turned to Clary, you whispered. “Jonathan.” And she knew. “Sebastian! Hey! Hey.” She ran after him before he could leave, “You forgot something.” And she grabbed his hand, seeing the scorch mark from the Electrum in the centre of his palm. And then the doors to the entrance slammed shut, closing Clary in with the man you had all thought was Sebastian but was really Jonathan in the skin of your fiancee.

After the attack, Jonathan had managed to get away but Clary had secured what you had assumed was the real Mortal Mirror. That was until Clary used her deactivating rune and the Mirror disintegrated. “What just happened?” You asked as what was once the Mortal Mirror soon became a pile of dust in Clary’s palm.

As nobody knew the answer, you all went to see Max, who had gladly awoken. “Did you catch Sebastian?” Causing chuckles to escape everyone’s mouths. “You almost died and that’s what you’re concerned about?” Maryse laughed, tears threatening to escape as she looked down at her baby boy.

Finally, you, Izzy, Clary, Jace and Alec went into his office. “Saving me from Azazel must have all been part of Jonathan’s plan.” Izzy sighed, “I was the one to bring him to the Institute.” She continued, looking apologetic at each of you. “Don’t.” You said. “We’re all responsible for this.”

“Look, even with our pure angel blood, doesn't it seem strange that Clary's runes would be powerful enough to destroy a Mortal Instrument? And why didn't it destroy the sword? What if the mirror I destroyed isn't the Mortal Mirror?” Clary proposed. It did seem strange that the Mortal Mirror was destroyed by a rune.

“Then why would your mom give it to the warlocks to protect?” They quizzed, confused by Clary’s statement.

“Maybe she thought it was. We all did.” She said, which made a lot of sense. “Maybe whoever made it wanted it that way.”

“Maybe the Angel Raziel knew that someday, somewhere. Someone would try to resurrect so he made it hard for it to be done by having a decoy. So whilst everybody looked for the Mortal Mirror, they weren’t looking for the real Mirror.” You spoke, adding to Clary’s idea of the Mirror being a fake.

“To distract people from finding the real one.”

As Jace, Isabelle and Alec continued discussing the events and actions of the night, you noticed Clary was staring at the photo of Lake Lyn in Idris, when she quietly gasped and whispered. “The lake.” She turned and looked at each one of us. “The water. It’s a reflection.” She bursted, as if it all made sense to her finally. “What water? What are you talking about?” Alec asked.

“I didn’t destroy the Mirror. These visions I’ve been having, they’re a message from the Angel. The Mirror is Lake Lyn.” And suddenly it all seemed as if the pieces of the puzzles were finally set in place for the whole image to be seen.

After the recent discovery of the real Mortal Mirror, you’re body was definitely drained of all its energy but you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep in the bedroom that had once had ‘Sebastian’ laying beside you. Walking in the direction of Jace’s room, you knocked quickly on the door, praying he was still awake. When the door opened, you let out a silent breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. “(Y/N).. What’s up?” Jace said, obviously preparing to sleep. “Can I sleep here? I don- I can’t sleep in that room just yet.” You breathed out, voice barely above a whisper. “Sure. Come in.” He said, moving the door wider to let you in. “Thank you. I couldn’t sleep there in that room, knowing that Jonathan was less than a foot away from me for so long. And then the bab-” You stopped yourself, the tears still escaping your eyes, as Jace looked at you with wide eyes. “You’re pregnant?” He asked, looking between your stomach and your face repeatedly. “Jace... Pl- please, don’t say anything. I-I don’t know what to do anymore.” You cried as Jace laid you down onto the bed, laying beside you and letting you just cry until finally your racketing sobs turned into sniffles then finally silence as you passed out, tired from the second crying period today.

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Merry Christmas, @forensicsisabelle!

The Happiest of Holidays

“Do you celebrate,” Magnus asks randomly one night while they are out walking around the city.

“Do I celebrate what?” Alec answers softly.

“Christmas,” Magnus answers while looking at the tree in Rockefeller Center.

“Oh, no, not really.  I mean the institute puts up a tree, but I think it’s just for appearances sake, not that we get very many mundanes or anyone else who would care. Do you?” Alec, suddenly really curious.

“I do and I don’t. When I was a boy Islam was the religion where I lived, but my mother wasn’t all the interested, especially because my step father was white. But I’ve dabbled in almost every religion. There’s something magical in every faith.  Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to Christmas and the decorations. But Chanukah is also a very beautiful holiday. I’m very fond of Yul and Winter solstice.  I adapt to the situation I’m in.”

“I’ve never really cared to be honest.  We are descended from angels, and angels belong to many religions.  I know that the institutes in various countries celebrate according to the region they are in. people who have ascended celebrate what they were born into. Werewolves don’t have rules like that, Vampires have that God issue, and Seelies go with the flow, they would probably really like the whole worshipping a tree thing.”

“People don’t worship trees Alexander, it’s just a way to decorate the holiday with joy and love”

“Yes well, it’s all the same to me really.”

“I’ll have to change that.”

A week later Magnus dragged Alec to the Hotel Du Mort in search of his Catholic son and his Jewish fledgling.

“Can’t we just have met at the institute? The downworlder counsel exists for a reason Magnus.”

“I highly doubt you created it to learn about religion.”

“Well no, but it would still work.”

“Come now, this will be fun, and if nothing else you can scoff and roll your eyes at Simon as you enjoy doing.”

“Fine, but I want it known I’m doing this out of duress.”

“I’m fine with that.”

The two are granted entrance into the Vampire den and climb the stairs to Raphael’s penthouse suite.

“Does it not occur to these people to fix the elevator?”

“They have super speed Alexander, an elevator is hardly necessary.”

“Not all of us have that you know.”

“You have runes, I have magic, it equals out.”

“Then why are we walking?”

“We’re in no rush sweetness. I’m just enjoying your company,” Magnus bats his lashes at his boyfriend.

Alec rolls his eyes extra dramatically. “Okay I get it, let’s just get there already.”

Simon greets them at the door when they arrive. “This is really cool of you to ask Magnus, Clary never really cared about Chanukah because it was always so close to Christmas.  I’m excited to tell you about it.”

“Simon, let them come in before you scare them niño.”

“Right sorry, come in.”

“So Simon, why are you here celebrating instead of with Maia?” Alec asked suspiciously.

“When Magnus suggested this I figured it was easier to come here.  My stuff is portable, a tree is not.”

“Oh, yeh, right.”

“Anyway, do you want something to drink? Eat? We prepared some traditional holiday dishes.”

“Dios Mio, I prepared, he went to the store!”

“It was a group effort really.”

Magnus looked upon his children fondly, Alec was wondering around the apartment aimlessly.

“Is Izzy coming to this little get together?” He asked absentmindedly.

“Maybe, if she finishes her patrol in a timely manner, I usually don’t expect her ‘til much later,” Raphael said softly.

“Oh, that makes sense.” Alec had slowly become more comfortable with the idea of Izzy being in a relationship with the clan leader.  He made her happy.  She made him far more personable; he’s sure she is the only reason this little holiday thing was even happening.”

“Shall we get started? I don’t want to keep my night children from their night.”

Magnus and Alec sat down on the couch while Simon flitted around gather various things.

“Okay this is a menorah, they used to have ones like it in the temple-“

“Temple?” Alec looked confused.

“Right ok, um, I didn’t think this was gonna be a history lesson.”

Magnus chuckled, “it’s okay, I’ll fill in the holes later, go on.”

“Great, okay so the Temple used to use there candle/oil holders. But the one for Chanukah is called a Chanukiah.  So there was a fight. The bad guys tried to conquer the Jews, but somehow the Jews the prevailed.  But the temple was desecrated, and there was only a little bit of oil left. Somehow it burned for eight days. Most people say that was miracle of Chanukah but really it was that we won against a greater larger foe.   Anyway. We celebrate by lighting candles each night for eight night, we have games and we eat oily food, like latkes which are potatoe pancakes and donuts.”

“ That was…a lot.” Alec was trying to prcess.

“Sorry, I get excited.  If you have specific questions let me know.”

“ I think Magnus can fill in the gaps.  So this is a holy day?”

“I mean it’s not like the New Year or Yom Kippur but it is important.”

“Gotcha, I think.”

“Wait ‘til you hear Raph’s story, you’ll be begging for more of my story!”

Raph came to the living area carrying drinks for everyone, blood cocktails for himself and Simon, a martini for magus and a beer for Alec.

“Isabelle tells me you like this kind.”

“I do, very much, thank you.”

Magnus gestured for Raphael to sit and begin his Christmas lesson.

“It still pains me to talk at length about this, but I will tell the basics, if that’s alright.”

“Of course gendhakan.”

If vampires could blush Raphael would be, as he always does when Magnus uses that term of endearment for him.

“Alright, so Christmas celebrates the birth of Jesus. Who we believe to be the son of…” Raphael gets choked up and points upward. “His mother had a baby without having sex; it’s called the Immaculate Conception.”

“Yeh, even though Mary was married and clearly had sex with her husband.”

Raphael smacked him upside the head. “You had your turn!”

Simon rubbed at his head and apologized.

“As I was saying, Catholics take Christmas a little more seriously than other parts of the religion. I remember going to mass with my family. I swear I could feel…him around me.  It kept me grounded while I was growing up.  I think the tree tradition is as old as Magnus here.  It evolved from pre-Christianity. But I believe now it’s a way to outwardly celebrate what we feel inside. I usually don’t have one, too painful, but Isabelle got a small one as a gift to me and who am I to say no to her.”

Alec smiled; it was very hard to say no to Izzy.

“Okay, so someone mentioned food?” Magnus said to break the silence.

Simon jumped up and sped over to the kitchen. He rushed back with plates of potato pancakes, jelly donuts, Bacalao Navideno (Mexican Christmas salted cod) and cinnamon bunuelos(fritters).

Alec looked at everything with wide eyed, grateful he had listened to Magnus when he said not to eat much that day.

“Everything looks amazing anakku.”

“Thank you papa.”

Magnus started making plates for himself and Alec.  Simon sat watching them eat with rapt attention.

“Simon, can you stop staring?” Alec pointed his fork at him.

“Sorry! I sometimes miss food, or the first taste of holiday foods you only have once a year.” Simon looked downcast.

Raphael put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He understood.

When Magnus and Alec had eaten more than their fair share of food, they got up to go.

“What will you do with the leftovers,” Alec asked curiously.

“I’m taking some to Maia, and Raph promised Izzy he’d save her some of everything. Don’t worry; it will get eaten by those who can.”

“Thank you both for this.  It was a lot of information but I think I understand the gist of everything.”

“Of course Alec, anytime.  I’m glad I had someone to share this with.”

Alec smiled genuinely at Simon, grateful that this pesky nerd had found a way into his life.

“Portal or walk my love?”

“I think a stroll is in order.  Gotta work off all this food.”

“There are certainly other ways,” Magnus winked at Alec.

“No, not in here!” Raphael threw his hands up and fled to the kitchen to clean up.

“Love you too my boy!”

Both men left sated and peaceful.  The walk home was brisk and calm.

“Thank you for arranging this. Don’t think I don’t know what you were doing by getting Raphael and me in the same room for a considerable amount of time.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Magnus smiled while playing with his ear cuff.

Alec stopped, pulled Magnus to him with the hand he was holding.  “I love you, thank you for always taking care of me even when I don’t know I need it.” Alec leaned down slightly and kissed Magnus on his nose, smiling at how cold it was. He placed his forehead on Magnus’s and they just breathed into each other.

“Tonight was perfect. Thank you for sharing it with me.”

“I want to share everything with you.”

“And I you cinta.”

Alec backed away and the two started walking again.  As they walked home they saw trees with lights and the menorahs in the windows of apartments above them.  Alec smiled a knowing smile, and he felt like maybe these holidays were something he could start doing, because with Magnus by his side, anything was possible.

Translations:

Nino: child in Spanish

Dios Mio: oh my god in Spanish

Gendhakan: sweetheart in Javanese

Anakku: my child in Javanese

Cinta: love in Indonesian

[shewhotellsstories]

As It Should’ve Been

 In 1x13 it was said that Simon and Jocelyn had a pretty close relationship too. Here’s a moment between them it would’ve been nice to see between them after Jocelyn realized Simon turned. 

Jocelyn Fray, Jocelyn Fairchild had made her share of mistakes in her lifetime. All the times she’d trusted Valentine Morganstern. Not warning her parents and getting them to safety before the uprising. Jonathon, the unsettling baby boy she’d wanted so desperately to love and so, so many lies. 

 But walking into the Hunters Moon she reminded herself her past wasn’t why she was here, there was a different mistake she needed to fix today. She walked up the bar to find Luke and Alaric whispering furiously about something and cleared her throat so that they’d notice her and skipped past the pleasantries.

“I need to speak with Simon,” she said in a tone she hoped left no room for argument.

“Joss are you sure about that?” Luke asked wearily.

No matter what Jocelyn had ever done Luke had always forgiven her without second thought, but she could hear the hidden meaning in his question. Luke loved Jocelyn, that was true but he also loved Simon. “Luke, I know that I reacted badly to Simon’s...new situation, but I want to fix things,” Jocelyn admitted. “Just give me a chance.”

Luke looked stared her down for what felt like an eternity and then sighed shaking his head. 

“Just be careful with him okay, this has been really hard for him to deal with.”

The red-head nodded, remembering what Clary had told her about how it’d all happened. The kidnapping, the hotel, Camille. It was one thing to watch movies about vampires, the reality was something else entirely; he must’ve been terrified. 

Without another word, Luke lead her to the boathouse. When they arrived they were met with the loud sound of alternative music. Jocelyn smiled to herself, at least not everything changed while she’d been asleep. Luckily, Simon had left the door unlocked allowing Jocelyn and Luke to walk inside. 

Simon was sitting at his makeshift workspace writing and happily bobbing along to the music. Luke gestured for Jocelyn to wait for a moment and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“There’s someone here to see you, Simon,” he said motioning to Jocelyn.

Simon looked at Jocelyn and then back to Luke seeming to ask him a silent question. Luke nodded and Jocelyn took that as her cue and stepped forward.

“Simon I really think we should talk.”

 “Okay,” Simon said.

Jocelyn had come over to make things right, but now she found herself at a loss. What should she say? I’m sorry this happened to you? I’m sorry you’ll never spend another day in the sun again? If it wasn’t for the mess I made Clary would’ve been better prepared and you’d still be human? None of it seemed sufficient.

Not being able to stand the silence she crossed the room and pulled up a chair across from him.

“Simon I’m so sorry.”

Simon laughed without humor, “That I’m an unholy, damned, creature of the night? Thanks.”

“No! No, honey, you are not damned or unholy.”

“You forgot creature of the night,” he pointed out.

“Simon,” she scolded. 

Now, he really did simile. “You know you haven’t Simoned me like that since Clary and I got into your liquor cabin after the homecoming dance.”

At that Jocelyn laughed. “I think that when you come home to find two 16-year-olds drunk out of their minds a little scolding is in order Simon Lewis.” Without even realizing it Jocelyn had slipped into what Clary called her “mom voice.”

“Hey we just wanted to try it and we didn’t even drink that much,” he insisted.

“So you said,” she recalled, “right before you threw up in one my priceless vases.”

Simon groaned. “I did apologize for that.”

“Repeatedly, in between begging me not to tell your mother about your adventures in vodka and rum.”

“But you did,” Simon noted. “Hence the first and last time I was grounded indefinitely. She was so disappointed.”

“Honey, she was just worried about you. No parent wants to see their child repeat their mistakes.”

“I know. It’s funny, now I’m almost longing for the time in my life when my biggest problem was mom confiscating my iPhone and Star Wars box set,” Simon said. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

Simon started, then stopped again, then seemed to settle on the words.

“Jocelyn, you’ve known Luke most of your life and for half of that time, he’s been a werewolf right?”

“Yes,” Jocelyn said not entirely understanding where this was going.

 “Well, you’ve known him as a shadowhunter and a downworlder and I’ve seen you two together, the downworlder thing doesn’t bother you with him. So I guess I’m wondering...when you found out why you reacted the way you did.”

“Oh Simon you know I love you, it  just...suprised me to see you’d been turned.”

“You grew up in a magical country no one knows about and I freaked you out? You’ve always known downworlders.”

“No it’s not that,” she sighed, “When Clary was born I knew eventually she’d have to be told about magic and the shadowworld and Valentine...but you..you were different. You’re Simon, you were human. Out of all of us, you were the one who would get to have a nice, safe, mundane life. The supernatural world was never supposed to touch you.”

At that, his face fell, “That didn’t exactly work out, did it?”

“No, it didn’t,” she paused and then asked softly, “How are you doing with all this, Simon?”

“Good, I think, half of the time anyway.”

“And the other half?”

“I miss the sunlight. I miss real food.  I miss normal. I miss being around my mother without being a threat to her. Luke doesn’t think I should tell her yet.”

Jocelyn nodded understanding. She liked and respected Elaine and knew how fiercely she loved her children. Over the years Jocelyn had even allowed herself to lean on her just a little, one single parent to another, but she also knew Elaine had her limits. Afterall, Rebecca and Simon had stayed with Jocelyn when Elaine had relapsed after her husband’s funeral. Ultimately, even under the best circumstances, most mundanes couldn’t handle knowing how right they were to be afraid of the dark.

“You know,” Simon said pulling her out of her thoughts, “Now would be a great time for you to tell me everything will be okay.”

In that moment he looked so vulnerable Jocelyn wanted to throw her arms around the boy she knew and loved for over a decade and promise him everything would be alright, that nothing else would hurt him. But she’d learned that the truth no matter how painful was almost always the best option.

“Simon I have no idea what’s going to happen,” she admitted. “But I do know you and you have a soul and the biggest heart I’ve ever seen. And I promise no matter what else happens you’ll have Luke and Clary and me.”

Gone were his glasses and gawkiness, but underneath the changes, he was still Simon. The boy in Spiderman pajamas who’d ask her to leave the hall light on during sleepovers quietly, because he didn't want Clary to hear. Simon, who she’d found crying in her daughter’s closet after his father died because he could bear to go home because home had too many memories. 

Hoping it’d be alright Jocelyn reached forward and pulled Simon into a fierce embrace. He stiffened slightly in surprise and then returned her hug.

“We’ve really missed you, Jocelyn. And for the record, I think it was pretty badass what you did, taking down Valentine, very Cersei Lannister,” Simon said, adding. “Minus being kind of evil.”

At that Jocelyn laughed. “I’m glad you approve Simon.”

Maybe, just maybe, the redhead thought, everything would be okay.

[jazzyhazzy]

Chapter Sixteen

Mango Tree - Angus & Julia Stone

From her lips I heard her say Can I have you Caught up on what to say I said you do

Lunch with Savanna actually turned out to be an hour long walk, in the middle of nowhere, to the top of a small mountain that seemed to be covered in cow shit. She had managed to palm Clary off to Niall so she wouldn't have to carry a complaining child to the top of said small mountain. Little does she know, that I am not far off becoming the complaining child. I signed up for a cute lunch somewhere in the city, maybe going for a stroll with my best friend and looking in a few cute little shops. But alas, moments after I strolled through my front door this morning, she shows up in her activewear, demanding that I get changed immediately and join her for a ‘nature walk’ as she called it. 

With no time to shower - much to my dismay, although I figured it would be better to shower after this ‘nature walk’ anyway - I quickly found some clean nike leggings and a sports bra and threw them on, digging a random grey jumper out of my dirty washing pile, I gave it a sniff and deemed it clean enough for exercise and made a mental note to get my washing done tonight. I barely had time to do my shoes up before I was yanked out the door by my strangely eager friend. 

“Would you please tell me what the hell is wrong with you today?” I groaned, as we made our way to her car, there was almost definitely something wrong with her, first of all, it is rare that my best friend embarks on exercise voluntarily, not to mention the annoying pushiness. I figured it had be important. 

Once we are safely in the car and driving away from the city, she finally broke the silence. She turned her face to me and her eyes were as wide as dinner plates, I couldn't quite tell what emotions were running around all over her face in the moment. “Bee, I found a ring.” 

***

And that brings us back to the top of a small mountain covered in cow shit. 

And suddenly what I needed to tell her about Harry wasn't as important anymore.

And I can’t believe she is freaking out about this.

I sit down on a mossy old log and groan, “Sav, will you please just speak to me? You’ve made me walk up this god forsaken cow shit covered mountain and you haven't said a single word!” My best friend paces back and forth between two trees that perfectly frame a great view of the suburbs in which we reside. I consider taking a picture, but figured I should get some useful words out of this mixed up lump of a person. 

As she paces past me once more, I grab her arm and yank her down on the mossy log beside me. She’s breathing heavier than usual, but I can’t be sure if that is because of the steep incline of the walk, or because she is holding in a lot of thoughts and emotions. “Breathe, will you? For Christs sake the walk wasn't that hard.” I nudge her, handing her my water bottle, from which she takes a few frantic gulps before screwing the cap back on and passing it back to me. “So... how exactly did you stumble across this ring?” I probe, hoping that by prompting her with questions, I can finally get some answers out of her. It’s not like Sav to not want to blurt out everything she is thinking, but for some reason, this has completely silenced my big mouthed friend. 

“In a drawer of course! That stupid Irish dummy hides things where every man does! Everyone knows that men hide things in their underwear drawers! I mean HONESTLY!? I fold and put away his laundry from time to time, did he seriously think I wouldn't come across it at some point? Or did he put it there on purpose for me to find it? Blair I have no idea what to think, or what to make of all of this, is it an-” she chokes, “engagement ring?!”

I chuckle at her, my hand reassuringly on her back “Is that such an outrageous thought?” I question. I mean, they have been in love for many years now, they have a child and a home together... they’re soulmates, I’ve never come across two people that better compliment one another. I can feel the tension in her shoulders relax under my rested hand. She massages her fingers on her forehead, as if it will prompt some kind of thinking. “I just mean, you’ve not really done things in the right order if you want to look at it the traditional way, but... you’ve got a wonderful, beautiful baby daughter together, you’re madly in love - emphasis on the mad bit, because you guys are freaking bonkers!” She perks up a bit at my attempt at lightening the mood, I can't for the life in me think of any reason why she wouldn't be happy about finding this ring.

“I just don't know what to do! Or what to think! Or what to say for that matter” she whines, leaning her head on my shoulder. I shake my head and nudge her head so she lifts it up again and looks at me, “Savanna, I honestly think that you are the only person in the world who is disheartened by this kind of news...” 

“I am NOT disheartened! Blair! I am in shock you blithering idiot! My stupid little Irish dummy wants to marry me! ME!” She whispers, looking me in the eye like she can’t even comprehend that those words are coming out of her mouth. She grabs my hands in hers, “Do you remember, all those years ago, when we were just Blair, and just Sav? Before we were Naill’s girlfriend and Harry’s girlfriend - well, ex girlfriend I suppo-” I interrupt her with a small cough, meaning for it to be subtle but she has known me practically my entire life so she just knows.

Her eyes go impossibly wide and excitement rapidly spreads over her entire face, she wears a menacingly thrilled grin - the kind of excitement she should have on her face from finding out about this bloody ring, not about a small cough that may have eluded to the reunion of Harry and I. “Blair. Waters. Are. You. Fucking. Serious!?” she asks me, emphasising every single word. 

I sigh at the change in topic, but I can’t stop the triumphant smile that plays at the corners of my mouth. “I need you to just be calm, because no, we’re not officially back together yet, we’re just taking it day by day but yes, it is heading back in that direction.” She nods eagerly, waiting for me to elaborate more. “It’s just not something that I can jump right back into, especially after everything that happened, I just feel like for my own sake, I need to take things slow this time, but we’re spending time together and trying to keep it to ourselves so please do not tell anyone else until we figure this all out” I beg, I know its hopeless because she is just going to go straight home and tell Niall, but I really hope they can keep it to themselves, I need things to be different this time. I need time to take it slow before I get back into Harry and the whole lifestyle that comes with being his girlfriend.

***

After talking all of our problems out on the peak of a cow shit covered mountain, Savanna finally agreed to take me back to civilisation and get some food seeing as we were actually up there for hours and if I don't get some form of potato in my stomach I am going to start shutting down. We decide on the Macca’s drive through seeing as we look like pure shite and when there is a high chance of us being photographed eating fries in the cafe, this is just the easier option. The alternative is being the headline on the next gossip magazine as two spinsters on a downward spiral, gaining 20kg and developing acne in the process. Probably the worst part of being associated with a group of dead handsome boys that are constantly in the spotlight.

Once we pull up outside my place, I turn to say goodbye, and see Sav’s eyes swimming in tears, and she throws her arms around me, squeezing the life out of me and in the process squeezing my fries against my boob, I frown, confused by her sudden tears. “What on earth is the matter now you ridiculous human? I thought we had everything figured out!?” I ask, she releases me and sits back in her seat, wiping her eyes on her sleeve and smiling, “I know that! I don’t say this often, but I’m really lucky to have you Blair, after everything we’ve been through, I’m just glad that you’re still there for me, and I’m still always there for you! I’m just beyond happy that you are trying to work things out with Haz, because I can just see how much it tears you both apart not being together.” She sniffs, and I nod, appreciatively. “I know, we’re working on it, okay? Now go home and eat your cheeseburger and kiss your daughter and kiss your stupid Irish buffoon, but remember-” “I never saw a ring, I’ve got this!” She finishes for me, ushering me out of the car because her fries are getting cold. I shake my head and laugh at her nuttiness, fishing my keys out of my bag, I climb the stairs to my humble abode, and almost stand on an entire florists worth of flowers. 

I’m so caught off guard I almost fall backwards down the stairs, but manage to steady myself on the railing. On my landing in front of my door is a dozen bunches of the most beautiful floral arrangements I’ve ever seen in my entire life. There are Lily’s in every bunch - my favourite flower - of every colour, and the smell is outrageously sweet and fresh. I stand there for a few minutes admiring the bunches, whilst finishing off my fries, I don’t need to read the note on my doormat to know who they’re all from. Nonetheless, I reach down and pick it up, reading the familiar scrawl on the heavy paper.

B,

These flowers are very pretty, 

Almost as pretty as youuuuuuuuu

H

xx

I actually laugh out loud at the note, folding it back up and holding it to my chest for a moment, to be honest, I had expected a great big meaningful message of feelings and emotions, but this simple and delightful message is so much better. Even when he is not around, this boy manages to brighten my day. 

Now to find a place for all of these gorgeous arrangements...  I navigate my way through them to the front door, unlocking it and pressing in the alarm code. One by one I carry the flowers inside and line them all up on my dining room table. Thankfully they’ve each been delivered in their own vases which is a relief because I believe I have 3 vases which would mean that I would have had to improvise and that could have gotten messy. I find places for each of the bunches, on coffee tables, side tables, hallway tables, mantlepieces, kitchen benches, bedside tables - the list goes on and on - until I have found a dozen spots for a dozen bunches. My home smells like a florist and I love it. 

Except I get a whiff of my own scent and it is not pleasant in the slightest. I am well overdue for a shower, so I reluctantly leave my living room full of flowers and head to the bathroom to get clean.

***

A few hours have passed, and my floral living room has inspired me to get back into my writing. It’s safe to say that for the past few months I have been ignoring my deadlines and neglecting my books altogether. The longer I left it, the more difficult it has been to motivate myself to get back into it. But thanks to Harry’s surprise, and his lighthearted note, my heart feels stronger and my fingers are itching to write.

My phone dings from the armrest next to me, and I see that Harry has finally replied to my thank-you text.

Glad you like! How was your day? :’)

I wonder what he has been up to all day too, probably spent most of the morning in a fancy florist picking out these absurdly beautiful bunches.

One bunch would have been enough you know ;) My day was... unexpected. Yourself?

Unexpected, I guess thats a good way of describing it without giving everything away.

Unexpected? Tell me more!

Sav made me walk up a mountain that was covered in cow shit :/

Well I wasn’t expecting that! I bet you stink, I hope you’ve showered and made yourself presentable

Presentable? 

You didn't really think the flowers were the only surprise awaiting you today did you?

Harry! One grand gesture is more than enough for one day! I was hoping for a quiet night in tonight :/

As much as I appreciate the grand gestures, and I know that Harry is a hopeless romantic and likes to sweep me off my feet, but after that walk and everything, I had planned on spending the rest of the day in my sweats, looking ugly and writing my book, eventually ordering in pizza and watching some TV. I really hope that he doesn't have anything big planned. 

Lucky we’re not going out then ;)

What are you planning Mr. Styles?

I wait for a reply, but it doesn't come for a while, so I put my phone back down and get back to my writing. Thankfully, getting back into it wasn't as hard as I have been telling myself, I seem to have well and truly overcome my writers block, and the plot is now flowing out of me so fast that my furiously typing fingers can hardly keep up. I write for what feels like hours, and before I know it, it’s 7:30pm and my stomach is grumbling unhappily. I vow to finish the chapter before rewarding myself with pizza, so I continue writing despite the protest of my stomach. 

However, I am interrupted by a knock on the door, and my fingers hover above the keyboard, I can’t remember if I’ve already ordered the pizza or not. I push my laptop aside and jump up, my ugg boots scuffing the carpet as I lazily make my way for the front door, I leave the chain on - for safety reasons - and open the door just a crack and peer through, only to see a pair of green eyes right in the crack of the door. I get such a huge fright at his close and unexpected proximity that I almost jump right out of my skin.

I shut the door and remove the chain, opening it back up and finding Harry on my doorstep, in his sweats, his giant hand is holding a giant pizza box and a  bag full of goodies. 

“Evening, Gorgeous” he announces, scanning my attire from head to toe, I find myself surprisingly a little embarrassed, although I’m not sure why. Considering Harry has seen me in just about every state possible, I’m not sure why I find sweats and a baggy long sleeve t-shirt to be so humiliating. I shake my head at him, “Excuse me, you’ve shown up unannounced and I actually have plans tonight” I say, matter-of-factly. “Going to order in your own pizza? - a pepperoni just the same as this one, from this exact place a couple of blocks away? With some salt and vinegar crisps - the Smiths ones just like these ones?” He pulls the familiar pink bag of crisps from the plastic bag in his hand, balancing the giant pizza on his knee. “And don’t forget this exact ginger beer, this exact chocolate, and these exact sour sherbet lemons?” He finishes, with a triumphant smile, impressively juggling all of the items in his hands and on his knee. 

“Alright fine, you got me! You’re just going to have to excuse the fact that I look like this though” I sigh, playing with the hem of my shirt, Harry steps into the lounge and gives me a look, tilting his head to the side, “Don’t be stupid, you know I could care less” He plants a kiss on my cheek as he walks past, placing the pizza and bag of goodies down on the coffee table and pulls it up in front of the couch so close that his knees are touching it, and sits himself down, grinning up at me and patting the seat beside him.

Rolling my eyes, I pack away my laptop and tuck it under the couch, planting myself on the seat next to him. Once he’s satisfied that I’m seated comfortably, he visibly relaxes and reaches forward to open the pizza box, extracting a piece and chomping into it happily. I’m momentarily distracted by how prominent his jaw bone is while he chews. 

“I tell you, it was a bloody mission getting myself here unseen” he tells me, with his mouth full of pizza, chewing on my own piece, I nod, understanding. The hoards of people that seem to follow him everywhere are tiring at the best of times. I hate to think how fast news would spread if anyone saw him at my place, although it is something that is going to come out eventually, I would rather plan the news of our reunion to surface at a time when we are both ready, as opposed to someone catching us off guard. Having this get out before we’re both ready to commit again could destroy us all over again, and I’m not prepared to be thrust in the spotlight again so soon after everything that has happened. 

[murphysannie]

⭐︎ shadowhunters au mondays ⭐︎

    ↳ week one: coffee shops

title: flowers and pearls and pretty girls

pairing: clary/izzy

rating: G

summary: or, the ‘we’re not dating but you’re always my #1 cheerleader when im coming up with new flavours and toppings for cakes and let me try things out on you, what do you mean this menu is entirely composed of all your favourite stuff? coincidence!’ au

[read on ao3]

“Clary?” 

Izzy drops her bags down in a heap as she calls to her friend, piling them around the leg of a table in the bakery’s front of house. 

“Out back!” comes Clary’s reply.

Izzy winds her way through the various tables, tub chairs and couches sat in the front of the shop. It always looks weird after hours, with everything dark save for the light from the street and the glow of the kitchen. Clary’s usually in there working on her new creations, which makes it a sure bet that if she’s late for something, that’s where she’ll be.

Biscuit started off as Jocelyn’s coffee shop library, where customers could come and peruse the bookshelves for something free to read while they had their drinks. Then Clary had got into pastry school, and Biscuit morphed into a bakery too when she moved back home after graduation.

Izzy peeps through into the kitchen. Sure enough, Clary’s there, leaning over a cupcake with a piping bag in her hand and a look of concentration on her face. She has a smear of icing sugar on her cheek and her fingers are stained with food colouring. She smiles when Izzy steps into the room.

“Two secs and you can try it,” Clary says before Izzy can speak. She finishes piping — Izzy moves closer and sees a two-tone rose design on the top — and places the bag down with a flourish. Clary pushes the cake towards Izzy and nods.

“You just finished it,” Izzy protests, though the cake looks amazing and she hasn’t eaten since lunchtime. 

Clary jerks her thumb behind her. “I made a dozen, so losing one won’t hurt. It’s just a trial run anyway.”

Izzy relents with a smile and picks it up. “It’s almost too pretty to eat,” she says, half sighing. 

Clary laughs. “Hm, well, I can’t resist pretty things,” she says, and then her eyes dart away, a dusting of pink settling across her cheeks. Heart skipping, Izzy watches Clary as she busies herself with clearing up her workspace. That sort of sounded like…? 

But it wasn’t. The two of them are just friends.

“What is it?” Izzy asks, peeling away the cake case.

“Red velvet with cookies and cream frosting,” Clary tells her. 

Izzy takes a bite and honestly, it feels like she’s gone to heaven. The cake is moist and light and everything tastes incredible. If a little moan escapes her, she’s not responsible. From the look Clary gives her, Izzy reckons some kind of sound did come out, but it’s not a bad look. It’s kind of a…hungry look. Which is oddly appropriate.

“This is amazing,” Izzy says truthfully. She takes another bite and finds something cold in the centre. 

Clary nibbles her lip. “It has an ice-cream core,” she says. “I don’t know if that works? Honestly, it’s not really that practical, but it just kind of came to me in a flash of inspiration. And I mean, who actually bites ice cream —?” She breaks off, raising an eyebrow at Izzy. “Okay, apparently you do.”

Izzy swallows, shrugging. “Who doesn’t bite ice cream? You people are pathetic.”

Clary just giggles and returns to clearing up the bench.

Izzy finishes up the cake and wipes her mouth. “That was beautiful,” she says.

“Thanks,” Clary says, though she still seems a little doubtful.

“Seriously,” Izzy says. “I mean, I might be biased because it was like, all my favourite things in a cake, but I loved it.”

Clary sort of freezes momentarily. “Huh,” she laughs. “Lucky guess, I guess.”

Izzy sends her a weird look. “Clary, you made my birthday cake. You know red velvet is my favourite,” she says, smiling. There’s a beat before Clary smiles too. “Not that I’m complaining,” Izzy adds, pulling out her lipstick to reapply after eating the cake. “I love trying everything you make.”

Clary hums. She seems a little despondent.

Izzy places a gentle hand on Clary’s arm. “Hey, don’t doubt yourself. Your new menu? It’s perfect. Literally, it’s like someone took all my fave things and put them into six different cakes,” she says. “I love it, and so will everyone else.” 

But instead of cheering Clary up, Izzy’s words seem to make Clary’s face fall further.

Clary sighs, then places her hand on top of Izzy’s and forces a smile. “You’re here early,” she says, and the change of subject is less than subtle. “I thought we weren’t meeting the others at the bar till nine?”

Luke’s recent promotion to Sergeant has given them all an excuse to get together — not that they need it — and celebrate, and Izzy’s looking forward to seeing people. She’s been squirrelled away studying for her final med school exams for a long time, so it’ll be nice to see Clary’s parents, along with all their friends.

“We’re not,” Izzy says. She licks her lips. “I just wanted to have you to myself for a bit, I guess. It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Clary lets out a little huff of laughter. “Yeah, sorry about that. I’ve just — it’s been super busy around here, and I’ve been doing overtime so Mom doesn’t have to, and…”

“No, I get it,” Izzy says, rubbing her thumb soothingly against Clary’s hand. Even though Clary’s doing what she loves, she has been putting in a lot of extra hours — with a baby on the way and Luke studying for his Sergeant exams, there haven’t been as many hands on deck recently. “My classes have been so hectic, too. We should definitely schedule in some time together, though.”

Clary stares at their hands, then closes her eyes. “Iz, there’s a reason why I’ve been avoiding you,” she says suddenly, and Izzy’s world stops.

“Did I do something?” she asks, heart in her mouth.

“No!” Clary says immediately, shaking her head wildly. “No, you haven’t done anything wrong, it’s all my fault. It’s — I —” She lets out a ragged breath. “The thing is,” Clary says, “I have a crush on you.” She says the last part in a rush and Izzy blinks to try and make sense of the words. 

“And I just, I don’t want this to ruin anything between us, ‘cause you’re one of my best friends and I don’t want to lose you because I made things weird or whatever,” she continues. “So I thought, if I try and spend some time away from you, maybe I’d get over you and then things could go back to how they were before.”

Izzy can’t help staring at Clary open-mouthed. It’s not often she’s lost for words, a witty comeback or a sharp retort dancing off the end of her tongue, but Clary’s confession has rendered her temporarily speechless.

“See?” Clary says, and she pulls her hand away to run it through her hair, face written over with guilt. “This is exactly what I didn’t want, and I just shouldn’t have said anything —”

“Clary,” Izzy says, catching her hand in her own again, “it’s okay.”

Clary sighs and she looks so sad as she glances at Izzy it makes Izzy’s heart squeeze.

“You mean a lot to me, and I wouldn’t let this come between us,” Izzy says, heart beating rapidly as she says her next words, “even if I didn’t have a crush on you too.”

Clary’s lips part and her eyes go almost comically wide. “What?”

Izzy smiles. “I like you too, Clary,” she says.

Clary seems a little dazed as Izzy steps closer to her, but there’s a smile tugging at her lips. 

“There’s a chance I might have overcomplicated this,” Clary says, and Izzy laughs. She pulls Clary into a hug and sighs happily as Clary buries her face in her shoulder. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Izzy squeezes Clary tighter. “We could go to this bar I know of,” she teases. Clary makes a sound somewhere between amusement and exasperation. “I’m not having a first date when my parents are there,” she says.

Izzy hums. “I guess we’ll figure something else out,” she suggests. 

Clary pulls back from the hug but stays close. Izzy reaches up to thumb away the sugar on Clary’s cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” Clary asks.

Izzy smiles slowly, nodding, and the last thing she sees before she closes her eyes is Clary smiling right back at her.

[beware-the-walkers]

Halo On Fire

Words: 4308 Season: 7 Rating: T

AN: This is mostly based off of the music video for “Halo On Fire” by Metallica. And a little on Fight Club.

Clary and Carl watched as Jesus stood at the edge of the food truck, pouring syrup out of the back of it. He turned when he sensed them watching, explaining, “I’m making a trail. I think we’re close.” He glanced over his shoulder at the two. “We should bail out, follow the rest of the way. See what we can see.”

Clary and Carl looked at each other, a silent agreement going between the two that Jesus didn’t notice. “I, uh,” Carl started. “How?”

“It isn’t usually the fall that gets us,” Jesus said. “It’s trying to fight it. Run with it or roll with it. The truck’s going slow enough. We’ll be in the blind spot. We can race behind one of the other cars.”

“I’m not like you two,” Carl rushed. “If I screw up and we get caught—”

“It’ll be fine,” Clary assured him. “We just gotta go now.”

“Okay,” Carl agreed. “Show me first.”

Jesus nodded, looking back at them, while Clary said, “I’ll be right behind you two.”

Jesus jumped out, rolling as he hit the ground and quickly getting to his feet. He ducked behind one of the abandoned cars, watching to see which teenager would follow. Instead, he saw Clary and Carl standing side by side, each holding the plastic flaps apart so they could see Jesus. While Carl simply waved, Clary smirked, flipped him off, and blew him a kiss. Jesus shook his head at the two, trying not to grin. “‘Show me first.’ God, I love them.”

Clary and Carl stepped back into the truck, each taking one of the guns the Saviors had. Carl took a large machine gun, while Clary recognized one of the guns as her own by its release on the left side, and picked it up. Carl glanced at her, asking, “You sure you want that one? It doesn’t really have that many rounds.”

“Babe, this is my gun,” Clary said. “I know her. I’ve got fifteen rounds. I know how to make ‘em count.”

“You’d better,” Carl whispered as the truck halted. From outside, the two could hear Negan’s voice as he said, “Okay, boys, let’s get this haul unloaded and inside.”

Clary and Carl hid behind crates on either side of the truck, waiting for their moment. A Savior pulled aside the plastic, tying it back as he climbed up in. He picked up a box Jesus had cut into earlier, the whiskey inside dropping to the ground and shattering. “Son of a bitch!” the Savior cursed, then turned and saw Carl behind a crate. “What the hell?”

Carl fired on him and a second Savior, the latter diving out of the truck while the other dropped dead. Carl jumped up, rushing to the edge of the truck, gun raised. “Stay back!” he barked as Clary got to her feet.

“Drop your weapons,” Clary ordered, aiming a gun as she stepped down from the truck, Carl above her. “We only want Negan.”

“No one else needs to die,” Carl added.

They turned to their right as Negan let out a whistle. “Damn.” He walked behind his men, constantly moving so the two couldn’t get a good shot. “You two are adorable.” He pulled one of his Saviors in front of him to act as a shield. “Tell me, kid, did you pick that gun ‘cause it looks cool? You totally did, didn’t you? I ain’t gonna lie. You two scare the shit outta me.”

Clary reached behind her, taking her knife, and throwing it. Negan flinched, thinking it was meant for him, but it wasn’t. It hit its target, the head of the Savior Negan was using for a shield. As soon as he started to fall, Clary shouted, “NOW!”

The two aimed for Negan, but Dwight was already acting. He knocked Carl to the ground with a punch, landing on his knees on top of the Grimes. Clary immediately turned on Dwight, pistol whipping him and knocking him off of Carl. He fell on his back, and Clary aimed her gun down at him. She growled, “I aimed at the sky for you once. I ain’t doin’ it again.”

Negan whistled, getting Clary’s attention. She turned to find him pointing down at Carl with Lucille. “Tiger, sweetheart, I thought you knew better,” he sighed. “But you know how this part works, don’t you?”

Negan raised Lucille, and Clary threw herself to the ground in front of Carl, shrieking, “WAIT!”

Negan paused, Lucille still in the air, and Clary was breathless as she pleaded, “Don’t hurt him. Please. Take me, kill me, do whatever you want, but don’t hurt him.”

“Clary,” Carl started.

“Stop,” Clary said, glancing back at him. “I can take it.” She closed her eyes, whispering, “I’m coming, Glenn.” Clary rose on her knees, just like Abraham. She opened her eyes as she lifted her head to stare down Negan. Showing no fear, she said, “My death’ll start the revolution, you know.”

“Oh, tiger,” Negan said, lowering Lucille. “There is no revolution. I’m not gonna kill you.”

Carl reached for Clary’s hand, relieved that her life was being spared for the moment. Dwight appeared, shoving Clary to the ground and taking her weapons. Then, he took Carl’s, still straddling Clary so she didn’t fight back. She still tried, though, and Dwight pressed the barrel of her own gun to her forehead. “I missed for you once,” Dwight growled.

“Dwight!” Negan barked. “Back the fuck off!”

Dwight got to his feet, taking Clary’s gun with him. Negan stood over Carl, extending his hand. “That’s no way to treat our new guests. C’mon, kid, I’ll show you around.” Carl glared up at him. “You know, you do the same damn stink eye as your dad, except it’s only half as good ‘cause… well, you know, you’re missing an eye.” Carl’s eye darted to Clary, ignoring Negan. “Really? You’re really not gonna take my hand? ‘Cause you’re lucky you even still have a hand. Same as your boy, Daryl. I shoulda just made your girl cut it off. Maybe I will.” He turned to Daryl. “How’s the job goin’, Daryl? Hot enough for ya? Yeah, it’d be tough with one arm.”

“You don’t fuckin’ touch him,” Clary growled.

“Whoa now!” Negan exclaimed, glancing down at her. “I don’t remember saying you could speak, little missy!”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that!” Clary barked, remembering how Abraham used to call her the same thing. “And I ain’t your fuckin’ sweetheart neither!”

“Clary,” Carl whispered. “Cool it.”

He reached up, taking Negan’s hand. Negan chuckled. “Ah, smart kid! You get your loud mouth girlfriend up and come with me. Dwighty-boy, why don’t you grab Daryl, take him to the kitchen, do a little grub prep. New plan, boys. Let’s burn the dead, unload the truck later.”

Negan sighed to himself, saying something about screwing a wife as Carl reached down. Clary took his hand, and he pulled her up. Clary put his hat back on his head, as Carl wrapped his arm around her waist. Even though they fought a few times recently, he was not going to let her out of his sight while they were in the Sanctuary, terrified of anything happening to her. Negan started off, expecting the two to follow, and said, “Come on.”

The hand resting on Clary’s hip squeezed her side, and Clary hand at his side tightened. It was a silent communication between the two, showing they were equally scared of anything happening to the other. Carl asked, “What’re you going to do to us?”

Negan turned, telling them, “Number one, don’t shatter my image of you two. You’re the badass lovers. You’re not scared of shit. Don’t be scared of me. It’s a disappointment. Two… you really want me to ruin the surprise?”

Clary’s hand tightened around the beer bottle in her hand, given to her by Negan, as she watched him kneel in front of a young blonde woman. Her nerves were just about shot, and Clary lifted the bottle to her lips. She drank what was left as Negan spoke to the girl, which was most of it as Negan had only taken one sip. Negan walked over to a brunette woman as Clary swallowed the last bit, hoping the alcohol would steady her nerves. She watched as the brunette said, “You’re an asshole.”

“I know,” Negan said with a grin. “But the messed up thing is, you like me anyway. You know the truth, just like me.”

Negan leaned forward, kissing the brunette as Dwight arrived. Clary turned, reading all of Dwight’s facial expressions and movements. She immediately knew this girl, the brunette, meant a lot to him. She’s his wife, Clary realized. Or she was, anyway.

Then, Clary saw Daryl standing next to Dwight, carrying a tray of food. The bottle slipped out of her hand, shattering on the ground. The noise jarred her back, and she jumped back, exclaiming, “Shit!”

Negan glanced down at the broken glass as he made his way over. “Carl, grab this tray for me,” he ordered, and Clary took the tray from Daryl, passing it to her boyfriend. “Daryl, clean this shit up. Wait, tiger, did you drink my beer?”

“I wasn’t supposed to?” Clary asked. “Look, you can’t put booze in front of me and not expect me to drink it.”

Negan chuckled, glancing at Daryl. “I’m liking baby sis more and more, Daryl! You might not be the only Dixon here soon.”

Clary backed up at Negan’s statement, hiding behind Carl’s arm, as Daryl’s gaze darted to her. He glared back up at Negan, growling, “You don’t touch her.”

Carl turns his head to look at Clary, whispering, “I won’t let him. You’re not becoming one of these women. Not over my dead body.”

Clary replied, “That’s what I’m scared of.”

“Ah, I can’t do it,” Negan said, looking at the two as they sat in his room. “It’s like talking to a birthday present.” Negan sat on a couch across from Carl, Clary perched on the arm of Carl’s chair. “You gotta take that crap off your face. I wanna see what Grandma got me.”

Carl simply glared at him. “No.”

“Three men!” Negan barked, then exhaled slowly. “Three… men. Punishment. Do you really want to piss me off?” Slowly, Carl took his hat off, placing it on the coffee table in front of him. Clary got to her feet, standing behind Carl’s chair and unwrapping the bandage. “Almost there.” Negan chuckled as Carl took the bandage, dropping it to the ground. Clary sat back on the arm of the chair, as Negan said, “Get that hair out of your face. Let me see.”

Carl’s lip quivered as he brushed his bangs back, tucking them behind his ear, to reveal the scar left behind by Ron’s bullet. If the bullet had been an inch farther to the left, it would’ve missed Carl completely. But it didn’t, instead taking out his eye and part of his socket. “Christ!” Negan exclaimed. “That is disgusting! No wonder you cover that up. Have you seen it?” Carl hung his head, while Clary’s hand tightened around his, trying not to punch Negan as he continued. “I mean, have you looked in the mirror? That is gross as hell! I can see your socket! I want to touch it. Oh, come on. Can I touch it?”

Carl sniffed, leaning into Clary as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. She glared at Negan, growling, “Say it again, motherfucker.”

Negan sat back, sighing. “Damn.” He shook his head. “Holy hell, kid. Look, I just… it’s easy to forget that you’re just a kid.” Carl looked up from Clary’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything.” He sighed again. “I was just screwing around.”

“Just forget it,” Carl whispered. He leaned back into Clary as there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Negan called after a moment.

The door opened, a heavy man stepping through with Lucille in his hands. “Sorry to interrupt, sir, but, uh, you left Lucille out by the truck.”

“Seriously?” Negan asked. “I never do that. I guess two kids firing guns and throwing knives are a little bit of a distraction.” Negan looked back to Carl. “All jokes aside, you look rad as fuck. I wouldn’t cover that shit up.” Negan glanced over to Clary. “What do you think of it, tiger?”

“It’s badass,” she said. “Beats any and all of my scars.”

“I swear to you,” Negan promised, “no one is gonna screw with you looking like that. You wanna keep your girl safe? Keep the bandage off. No one will even think of coming near you. No, sir.” Negan turned to the other Savior. “Fat Joseph, did you carry her all the way up here for me?”

Fat Joseph smiled and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Negan gestured to him to hand over Lucille, and he took the bat in his hands before looking up at Fat Joseph again. “Were you gentle? Were you kind?”

“Uh…”

“Did you treat her like a lady?”

“Mm, yes,” he answered. “Yes, sir.”

“Did you pat her little pussy like a lady?” Negan inquired, and Fat Joseph was at a loss for words. Negan chuckled. “I’m just screwing around, man. A baseball bat doesn’t have a pussy!” Fat Joseph chuckled. “Get the hell out. And spread the word—it’s Fight Night.”

Fat Joseph left without another word, closing the door behind him. “What’s Fight Night?” Clary inquired.

“You’ll see,” Negan promised. “You’ll see.” He paused, looking at Carl. “What do you like to do for fun? You like music?” Negan suddenly gasped. “I want you to sing me a sing.”

“What?” Carl asked.

“You mowed down three of my men,” Negan said. “I want something in return for that. Sing me a song.”

“I-I can’t think of any,” Carl said.

“Bullshit! What’d your mom used to sing to you? What’d your dad play in the car?” Negan got to his feet. “I’d suggest you start singing.” He held Lucille under Clary’s chin, and she jerked her head up, eyes widening. “Because I’d really hate to bash that pretty little skull in.”

Shakily, Carl sang the first two lines of “Hey Jude,” as he remembered Clary singing it to Judith. Negan dropped Lucille away from Clary, telling them, “Go on.”

“Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better”

Negan let out a grunt as he swung Lucille, causing Carl to stop. “Do not let me distract you,” Negan told them.

Clary put her hands over Carl’s, clasping hers around them to hide the fact that they were shaking. Together, the two sang the next verse.

“Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you let her under your skin Then you begin to make it better”

Carl didn’t know anymore after that, but Clary took over, singing the third verse by herself.

“And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain Don't carry the world upon your shoulders For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder”

Clary and Carl could hear shouts as they approached the main part of the warehouse, Negan leading them. They stood on the platform above it, looking down to see Saviors in a ring on the main floor. In the middle, two men were engaged in a fight. “Welcome to Fight Night,” Negan told them. “It’s kinda like Fight Club, except we actually talk about it.”

As they watched the fight, Clary’s hands were closing into fists. Negan noticed that she was itching to join, and asked, “You want to give it a go?”

Clary looked up at him as the fight ended. “Can I?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Oh, you gotta pick a song first.”

“A song?”

“Yeah, it’s a tradition of Fight Night. You know how boxers and shit have songs that play when they enter the ring? We do that, too. You see our sound guy, Dean, over there?” Negan pointed to a teenager about a year or two older than Clary. “He’s got every song you can think of. If you’re gonna fight, you gotta have a song.”

Clary thought about it as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Her fingers brushed over her Metallica tattoo, and she suddenly grinned. “I got it.” She ran over to Dean, leaning down next to him. “Hey, you got ‘Don’t Tread on Me’ by Metallica?”

“Course I do,” Dean said, glancing up at her. He suddenly did a double take. “Holy shit.”

“Dude,” Clary says, looking down at him.

“Sorry. I meant your tattoo. I wasn’t expecting it. It’s pretty cool.”

“Tiger!” Negan called, gesturing for her.

“Gotta go,” Clary said, turning to take off. “Boss man wants me.”

“Wait!” Dean called after her, and she paused, looking back at him. “Your name.”

“Clary Dixon.”

“You’re Clary Dixon? Negan talks about you all the time.” Clary glanced at Negan, then back to Dean. “You got a nickname, aside from ‘tiger?’ A codename?” She shook her head. “Alright, I got something. Everyone that fights here has a nickname.”

“Tiger!” Negan barked, starting to lose his patience.

“I’m comin’!” Clary called, running back over to Negan and Carl. She took off her flannel shirt, leaving her in a tank top. She tossed it to Negan, who caught it with a grin. He was liking this girl more and more. She jumped back and forth, warming up a bit as she looked down at her opponent. He was a huge dude, probably about Negan’s height, and most of his body looked to be muscle. Still, she wasn’t nervous.

“I take it Dean told you about the names?” Negan guessed, and she nodded. “Your opponent, he’s the Golem.”

“What, like the Pokémon?” Clary asked. “Someone get me a spray bottle of water.”

Negan chuckled, while Carl cracked a bit of a grin. “No, like the thing in folklore. Or that Sherlock show.”

“Wow, Negan, your John Winchester is showing,” Clary retorted. Negan’s reply was cut off by Dean, who had a sound system and microphone set up. He leaned into his microphone, calling, “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a very special guest! All the way from Alexandria, it’s the Executioner!”

As soon as he finished speaking, “Don’t Tread on Me” started playing. Clary ran down the steps, jumping over the railing halfway down. The crowd parted for her, but booed her as she was a newcomer and was going up against the fan favorite. However, Negan was grinning and Carl was cheering her on.

Clary threw the first punch, knocking the Golem back. He stepped forward, but he was slow. The Golem was nothing but muscle, slow and a bit dumb. Clary used it to her advantage, easily kicking his ass and winning the fight, just like Negan and Carl knew she would. The crowd changed direction, cheering for her as the Golem was dragged out of the ring. She looked up to where Negan and Carl stood, momentarily ignoring the cheering crowd. Negan nodded once, pleased. Carl blew her a kiss. Clary grinned, having a good time as she ran around the circle, high-fiving random Saviors. A few other people stepped into the ring, and she easily kicked their asses. After each fight, she ran a lap around the ring, high-fiving Saviors.

She stopped short when she came face to face with Dwight, who stood with a grin on his face as she became aware of the music in the background. She only faltered for a millisecond before grinning. “How’s it hangin’, dickless?” she questioned.

“It’s Scarface,” Dwight corrected.

“Which one? Pachino or Capone?”

“Fuck you,” Dwight snapped as he pulled his shirt off. “You here to fight?”

“Well, I ain't here to show you my dick. C’mon, dickless. Let’s see if you’ve got the balls to take on me.” Dwight threw a punch, which Clary dodged. She landed a punch, and he fell, but got back up. They faced each other, neither throwing a punch. “C’mon, Dwighty boy, hit me.”

She leaned back as he threw another punch, and she landed a blow to his chin. She landed two more before Dwight finally hit her, and she fell back. The crowd was there, catching her and pushing her back out onto the floor. Dwight guarded his face, so Clary targeted his stomach and ribs. Clary backed him into a corner, or rather, a wall of Saviors. She kept hitting, until she took a moment too long to hit him again and Dwight punched her in the stomach. She stumbled back but didn’t fall, and Dwight stepped forward to meet her. They both threw a punch at the same time, hitting their target, but Clary had more force behind hers. She was starting to get pissed that Dwight kept coming, but at the same time, she was glad. Finally, a decent fight.

Clary couldn’t help but grin as Dwight approached, then threw a punch that knocked him down. When he tried to get up, Clary was already there, wrapping her arm around his neck. She got him a chokehold, staying out of reach of his swinging fists. The crowd around them counted to ten, and when they reached ten, Dwight stopped fighting. “You won,” he choked out.

Clary only released him then, and Dwight got to his feet, picking up his shirt before walking out of the circle. Clary took a moment to catch her breath as Dean announced, “We’ve got another newcomer tonight, ladies and gents! It’s my pleasure to introduce the Cowboy!”

The chorus of “Wanted Dead or Alive” started playing as the crowd parted, intimidated by the boy with the missing eye. Clary turned to look at Carl, sighing softly. She asked, “Is he making you do this?”

“Threatened your brother,” Carl answered. “Either I fight, or he hurts Daryl.”

Clary wiped blood from her lip, raising her fists as she shifted on her feet. “Alright, don’t hold back, Cowboy.”

Clary swung a punch that she knew Carl would block, and he caught her arm, pulling her against him. He put his arm around her neck so it looked like he was holding her in chokehold, but he didn’t hold her tightly so she could still breathe. “Same to you,” he whispered in her ear. “Knock me on my ass a few times. Negan’ll be satisfied.”

Clary made it look like she elbowed him in the stomach to free herself, and Carl dropped her. She turned on her knee, swiping Carl’s legs out from under him. They both got to their feet, throwing punches that missed or were dodged. It was almost like a dance, how the two fought without injuring the other. They blocked all of the other’s advances, until Carl gave a slight nod. No one noticed it but Clary, who knew exactly what it meant.

Clary targeted his right sight, throwing a punch that knocked him to the ground. Immediately, she pinned him. Carl was dazed for a moment, not knowing how hard his girlfriend could actually punch. When he came to his senses, the crowd was counting to ten, already on six. He tried to push Clary off, but she wasn’t budging. The crowd reached ten, signalling that she won, and erupted into cheers. Dean called, “It looks like tonight’s Fight Night champion is the Executioner!”

Clary climbed off of Carl, pulling him to his feet. “You okay?” Clary asked, and he nodded. “Good. You’re not a bad fighter.”

“You think Negan’s satisfied?” Carl questioned, glancing past her up at Negan.

“Let’s hope it’s enough for now,” Clary said, tightening her hold on his hand. Carl pulled her against him, wrapping an arm around her waist, foolishly kissing her in front of the Saviors. Clary pulled back, hissing, “You dumbass! Now they know we’re together! They’ve got somethin’ more they can use against us!”

“Clary, they already knew,” Carl said. “And if they didn’t, they were going to find out sooner or later.” He wrapped an arm around Clary’s shoulders. “C’mon, let’s go home. I think Fight Night’s over.”

Eric paced on the porch, worried about his adopted daughter. He hadn't seen her since dinner the night before, where she barely touched the food on her plate. She seemed a little off the night before, and it didn't help that Clary’s weapons were missing from her room. Eric hadn't been this worried since he and Aaron were separated when the wall came down and walkers invaded. “God, Aaron’s gonna flip when he gets back!” he hissed to no one in particular. “I’m a horrible father!”

“Eric!”

Eric turned at the sound of Clary’s voice, sighing, “Oh, now you're here.”

He took off down the stairs, nearly tripping in his haste, as he ran for Clary. She stepped forward, meeting him and wrapping her arms around him. “Oh, my god,” he whispered in relief. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Well, um, sorry?” Clary tried.

“‘Sorry!’” Eric cried, pulling back. Whatever parental rant he was about to start, he immediately cut himself off when he saw her face. He took her bloodied and bruised face in his hands, demanding, “What the hell happened to you? Are you okay? Who did this?”

“Eric, it’s okay,” Clary told him. “We’re okay. I just, uh, I just got in a fight. Multiple fights…”

“Multiple! Cheyenne Clarissa Dixon!”

“Easy, Eric. I’m not hurt.”

“Your lip’s busted and you’ve got a black eye.”

“I’ve had worse, Eric.”

“I don’t give a shit. What the hell were you thinking, Clary?”

“It was Fight Night,” Clary answered. “It’s what they do. It was… it was actually kinda fun.”

[cristinablackthornkingson]

Shadowhunters short story #6.

“Tía Clary!!!” Rafael exclaims in delight, running straight to his aunty when he arrives at the institute with his fathers and brother. Clary and Jace had found out they were expecting their first child, eight months ago.The pregnancy was not planned but Clary and Jace were delighted when they found out, and all their friends and family were extremely pleased for them too, but Max and Rafael were the most excited out of the whole family, they simply couldn’t wait to meet their little cousin, and since Clary is due any day now, they’re always asking everyone if their cousin has been born yet, it’s the first thing they ask Magnus and Alec every morning, it’s been like that for the past week. 

“Ía! Ía!” Max squeals, still not able to pronounce his Ts. Before Rafe had become part of the family, when Max was just a baby, Clary and Isabelle were referred to as ‘Aunty’ But then when Rafe came home and didn’t have very good English, he started calling them Tía, then when Max began to talk, he copied his big brother. The boys called their uncles ‘Tío’ and their grandparents ‘Abuela’ and ‘Abeulo’. Magnus and Alec didn’t want Rafe to loose his Spanish either, so they encourage him to use Spanish in his day to day life, it rubs off on Max too, who has picked up a few words from his big brother,and  at 3 and 6 both boys are almost bilingual. 

“Hello my sweet boys.” Clary says, embracing her nephews as they wrap their arms around her and rest their dark heads on her swollen stomach. Looking up at Clary with hope in his dark eyes, Rafe asks in a hopeful tone 

“Tía, baby come soon?” After being home for a little over a year Rafe’s English is quiet good but not as advanced as 6 year old who spoke English all their life, thankfully most of the family now spoke and understand a good bit of Spanish and it’s much easier for Rafe to communicate with everyone, whereas before he had to have Magnus (who is fluent in Spanish among many other languages) translate everything for him. 

Clary smiles softly at her nephew and runs her hand through his dark hair and softly says 

“I hope so, mijo, I hope so.” 

Max presses his cheek to Clary’s belly and softly says 

“Come out, we want meet you.” Clary kisses his head full of dark blue hair and gently says 

“They’ll come out when their good and ready, and I promise you and Rafe can be the first to hold them, okay?” Both boys eyes’ light up and Max asks

“Really?!” 

“Yes! I promise not even Simon will get to hold the baby before you two do.” Rafe and Max adored Simon, they thought he was the funniest person on earth, Max loved playing pirates with him and watching movies with him, whereas Rafael loved when Simon played his guitar and sang for him, Simon had been teaching Rafael to play the guitar and has plans to buy him a guitar of his own for his birthday. 

Jace lifts Max up and sets him on his shoulders and says 

“You boys want to do some training with your dad and I? Rafe you’ve got a great sword grip, and Max, little blueberry you’re a lot stronger than you look! You’ll both be better than me and your dad in no time!” 

“Yeah!! Daddy come on!!” Rafe says, grabbing Alec’s wrist and pullinghim towards the stairs. 

“Rafe is really coming out of his shell!” Clary says, as she and Magnus walk toward the kitchen, where they usually drink coffee and chat while their husbands do some some training with the little ones. 

“It’s probably because he’s getting better at English and has settled here now, it took him a while, naturally, but he’s not as worried that if we’re not by his side all day every day, we’ll never come back. It was difficult at first, with Rafe, sine he naturally was much more clingy than Max, but I wouldn’t trade him or those first few difficult weeks for anything, you’ll see soon, Clarissa dear, being a parent is a wonder like nothing else.” 

“I can’t wait.” Clary softly says, gently running her hand down her stomach and smiling to herself, silently urging her baby to hurry up and be born, so she can meet the one person she knows she will always love no matter what. 

*2 Days later* 

“Hello?” Alec groggily answers his phone. He had barely been awake two minutes when his phone began to ring, Max and Rafe had woken he and Magnus up at the crack of dawn as usual, running into their room and jumping on the bed, and jumping on them, but Alec wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

“Alec, I-I’m a dad, I-I have a daughter, Clary went into labor last night and our daughter was born an hour ago.” Jace stutters out, clearly in awe and disbelief. Alec pushes himself up so that he’s sitting against the headboard and says 

“Oh Jace that’s wonderful! Congratulations! What did you call her?” 

“Amelia Jocelyn Herondale, Millie for short, and Alec, by the angel she is the most perfect person on earth, she’s so beautiful and sweet and perfect, I love her so much.” Jace says, sounding happier than Alec has ever heard him.

“Oh congratulations Jace, we’ll be around soon to meet her and see you and Clary.” Alec says, smiling fondly as he remembers falling totally and utterly in love with Max and Rafe, the same way Jace has fallen head over heals in love with his daughter. 

“Okay, see you then.” Jace says. Once Alec has hung up, he turns to the boys, who are gently patting and stroking Chairman Meow, who has joined them in the bed, curled up in a ball by Magnus’ feet. 

“Max, Rafe, I have some good news.” Alec says. 

“Qué es, daddy?” Rafe asks, turning away from the cat and crawling the small distance from Magnus to Alec, with Max following behind him as usual. 

“I just got a call from your uncle Jace, your cousin Amelia was born an hour ago and she’s waiting to meet you, so the sooner you get up, eat your breakfast and get dressed, the sooner you can meet your cousin.” Alec says. 

As the boys scramble from the bed, Rafe says 

“But daddy, can’t abuela make breakfast?’ Before Maryse stepped down as head of the institute and Clary and Jace took over, she would always make breakfast for her grandsons when they were visiting in the morning, she always made them food regardless of what time they visited at, and then she would take them up to the weapons room to help them with their training. 

“Abuela won’t be there Rafe, not today, she had to go to Idris for work.” Alec gently says.  

As all four of them (and Chairman meow) head into the kitchen, Rafael says 

“Oh, but we see her again soon, right?” 

“Of course, mijo, Abuela will be back tomorrow and she’ll come visit us after she’s visited Millie, okay?” Alec softly says, knowing that Rafe still struggles with understanding that just because someone is gone for a while, it doesn’t mean they aren’t coming back. 

“Okay, will Abeulo be there?” Rafe asks, sliding into his seat at the kitchen table. 

“I’m sure he will be, Rafe.” Alec gently says. In the next hour, the boys are fed, clean and dressed and Magnus and Alec even manage to have breakfast, and get dressed without interruption from either of the boys, soon all four of them are out the door (almost all 5 when Max tried to sneak Chairman out, under his coat) and on their way to the institute. 

*The institute* 

As Clary happily gazes at the golden haired baby girl sleeping on her chest, she hears the door to the infirmary creak open and Jace walks in with Max and Rafe on either side of him and Magnus and Alec behind him. He smiles radiantly at her, still overjoyed to be a father, and softly says 

“We have visitors.” Clary smiles weakly at the boys, exhausted from the birth and labor, and quietly says 

“Hey, come say hi to Millie.” The boys quietly make their way to her bedside and gaze in awe at their cousin. 

“Hola Millie.” Rafe quietly says, gently stroking the baby’s golden curls. 

“She so tiny.” Max says in awe, as Millie reaches out and grabs his finger. 

“Rafe do you want to hold her?” Clary gently asks. Rafael’s eyes light up, he nods enthusiastically and says 

“Sí! Sí!” Max sticks his little blue lip out in a huff and in a small voice says 

“I want hold her!” As Clary helps Rafael support Millie, Jace gently says 

“You will get to hold her, Max, Clary asked Rafe first because he’s the oldest.” Before Max can get jealous even further, Alec picks him up and gently says 

“When my little brother, that you’re named after, was born, I got to hold him first because I was the oldest, then Tía Izzy got to hold him, its’the only fair way, since you and Rafe can’t hold Millie at the same time.” Max still isn’t entirely happy until Millie is nestled in his arms. He kisses her tiny forehead and softly says 

“I keep safe.” 

“Yo también.” Rafe softly says, gently stroking Millie’s cheek. 

Over the next few weeks the boys proved to be wonderful big cousins, when Millie was upset and crying, Rafe would sing her a Spanish lullaby and almost every time, she stopped crying and watched Rafe in awe, or she fell asleep. As Max (and Rafe) saw Simon as the funniest person alive, Millie saw her big cousin Max as the funniest person ever, he was always pulling silly faces at her, blowing raspberries on her tummy, telling her silly stories and making up silly dances for her, Millie loved it, she loved her big cousins just as much as they loved her, and in years to come, Millie- though well able to to defend herself- would always have her big cousins to look out for her and keep her safe. 

*Disclaimer* I don’t speak Spanish, I never have, I wish I had of learned it but I believe it wasn’t available in my school until I had already chosen my subjects for my last two years. I got most of the Spanish I use in this story from google and SpanishDict, so it may not be 100% accurate, if any of it is wrong in anyway, please let me know and I’ll happily fix it.! 

[beware-the-walkers]

Beaten

Words: 2927 Season: 7 Rating: T

“You know,” Negan said with a sigh as they passed the Monroe house on their way out of Alexandria, “I was hoping for some freaky-deaky on that camera. Not Rick back there, but someone.” Negan looked down at Clary with a grin as they reached the gate. “Now yours, I could get behind that. You're a real pretty girl. Little young, but I think we can make it work. What do you say, pretty thing?” Negan leaned down, getting uncomfortably close to Clary. “Wanna join Negan’s harem?”

Clary looked up at him, trying to figure out if he really said what she thought he said. “What?”

“Wanna be a wife?” Negan questioned. “Life of luxury, baby.” Negan wrapped an arm around Clary’s waist before she could object, taking her with him as he started off for the truck. He slid his hand into her back pocket as they passed Daryl, who lost it when he saw what was happening before him. He knew about Negan and his wives, how he said that if the women didn't want to be there, he wouldn't force them to, but he really did.

Daryl didn't hesitate to pull his little sister away from the man that murdered their friends, barking, “You don’t fuckin’ touch her, you sick motherfucker!”

Daryl wrapped his arm around Clary, turning as if he could shield her from the leader of the Saviors. “Daryl, stop,” Clary said, pushing herself away from her brother. She sighed, ashamed at being reduced to selling herself for her people, as she said, “You don't make them get as much shit, give us back some guns and ammo, and I'll go with you. Just… lemme say goodbye first.”

Clary turned away, stepping back towards Rick and some of the others that had gathered. “Clary, what the hell are you doing?” Daryl demanded. “Nothing's worth being with that fucker!”

Dwight had arrived by that point, and he knew he needed to get his prisoner under control. He spun, punching Daryl in the stomach as he barked, “You don't speak!”

The group let out cries for Daryl as he doubled over in pain, not having expected the punch. Still, he stood back up, only to be met with a sucker punch that knocked him to the ground. Clary stepped forward to defend him, but Negan grabbed her arm and pulled her back as Dwight kicked her brother while he was down. “No!” Clary cried as Dwight continued to beat Daryl. “Dwight, stop this!”

Negan’s grip tightened on Clary. She pulled her arm free only after throwing a punch, snapping, “Don't fuckin’ touch me!”

At that point, she didn't care about the risk of what Negan might've done to her or her friends. All she cared about what making sure Daryl wasn't hurt. Clary ran to his side, putting herself between him and Dwight. She covered his body with hers, just like he did for her the night before Terminus. Dwight glanced back at Negan, knowing that he wanted Clary to join them, but Negan nodded once. Negan had realized that Clary wasn't on their side and would never be, no matter what they did. So Dwight turned back to the Dixons and kept hitting and kicking, because he had to punish somebody and Clary was there, ready to take the blows. He was expressionless and merciless and he beat the youngest Dixon, not stopping for anything. Dwight didn’t even stop after Clary passed out from either a kick to the head or from the pain. “Dwight,” Negan said. “Time to go.”

Negan being ready to leave was the only thing that stopped Dwight, but he kicked Clary one more time, knocking her off of Daryl. The Dixon fought back as Dwight roughly pulled him to his feet, determined to get to his sister; but Dwight put a gun to his head. Dwight lowered it when Daryl stopped fighting, nearing the truck they arrived in. “Aaron!” Daryl suddenly shouted. “Help her!”

Aaron was already on it, running for her as the Saviors left Alexandria. He dropped down at Clary’s side, carefully rolling her onto her back. He had seen everything, but he didn’t realize how badly Dwight had beaten her. He gently picked her up, careful not to cause her any more pain. Aaron turned to Rick, Clary hanging, bloody and limp, in his arms. He was nearly in tears from worry as he said, “It’s bad, Rick. I’m taking her to the Hilltop. She needs a real doctor.”

Rick only said one word. “Hurry.”

Jesus stood in silence as Gregory ranted about Maggie and Sasha being in the Hilltop, trying to ignore the incompetent leader. “Gregory,” Jesus said, cutting him off as he saw the gates open. The familiar car had barely stopped before the driver was out. “Oh my god, it’s Aaron.”

“What the hell does he think he’s doing here?” Gregory demanded. “We’re already going out of our way for these people!”

“Something happened,” Jesus said, starting down the stairs. “I’ll find out what.”

Jesus walked down the path to meet them as Aaron helped someone out of the car, catching her as she collapsed against him. Jesus broke into a sprint when he saw it was Clary. “Aaron!” Jesus called as Aaron picked her up. When Jesus had his attention, he gestured towards the infirmary. “C’mon.”

Aaron followed closely behind him, Jesus asking, “What the hell happened?”

“Dwight happened,” Aaron answered.

“The same bastard that shot her?” Jesus demanded. Aaron nodded, and Jesus opened the door for the two at the infirmary. “Harlan!”

The doctor emerged, halting when he saw Clary. “Get her in there,” Harlan said, nodding towards another room. “I’ll be in in a moment.”

Aaron gently laid the girl he had taken in on a bed, staying right beside her. Harlan entered with Jesus in tow, who put a hand on Aaron’s arm as he tried to get him away from the bedside. “No,” Aaron argued, his voice barely above a whisper to conceal its shaking. “I won’t leave.”

“What happened?” Harlan inquired.

“Saviors,” Jesus told him.

“He… he wouldn’t stop,” Aaron said. “He just kept beating her. And I knew it was bad, and we don’t have a doctor at Alexandria anymore, and—”

“Aaron,” Jesus said softly. “Clary’s in good hands. Doctor Carson knows what he’s doing. It’s okay. Come with me. You won’t be any help in here.”

Reluctantly, Aaron allowed Jesus to lead him out of the room, the latter closing the door behind them. Aaron paced the infirmary as Jesus leaned against a wall, arms crossed. “Tell me what happened,” Jesus said.

“I already did.”

“In detail. Who, what, where, when, why?”

“Dwight beat Clary. In Alexandria. Earlier. She took it for Daryl.”

At that, Jesus was alert. “Daryl’s alive? He’s in Alexandria?”

Aaron shook his head. “Not anymore.”

Instantly, Jesus’s spirits fell. “He’s dead?”

“No,” Aaron said, turning to face Jesus. “Um, I don’t think so, anyway. The Saviors have him. He’s not in Alexandria anymore. They took him with them.”

“They could come back,” Jesus said. “It probably won’t be long. You should get back in case they come. They see you’re missing, they’ll know about our alliance. That’ll only cause more pain for all of us.”

“No,” Aaron immediately said. “No. I’m not leaving.”

“Aaron, go home.”

“I’m not leaving until I know my little girl will be okay.”

Not much phased Jesus, but he certainly wasn’t expecting that. He never really thought of Clary as a kid because even though she was only sixteen, her mind was older. Jesus knew that Aaron cared and was taking care of her because Daryl was gone, but he didn’t realize that Aaron cared enough to consider her his daughter. Jesus opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t form any words. Luckily, that was the same time Doctor Carson decided to emerge. “How is she?” Aaron questioned.

“She has some broken ribs, others bruised or fractured,” Harlan told them. “Not yet, but she’ll have a lot of bruising. What she needs is a lot of rest. Bed rest, that is.”

“Well, isn’t that just fucking great,” Aaron said. “The Saviors just took all of our beds. We barely have anything left.”

“Here,” Jesus said suddenly. “Clary could stay here, at the Hilltop. I swear to you, Aaron, I’ll take care of your daughter.”

“This girl’s your daughter?” Harlan questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Instantly, Aaron knew that Harlan had seen Clary’s scars and figured it out. “I’m in loco parentis,” Aaron said. “Her parents are dead. The Saviors have her brother. It’s how it happened. She took the beating for him.”

“Aaron, what do you say?” Jesus asked. “About Clary staying?”

“No matter what it takes, I’ll make sure she stays,” Aaron says. “You people have beds, food, water. A doctor. I don’t want to leave her, but it’d be better for her. If I don’t stay, there’s less of a chance of the Saviors seeing us and hurting her.” Aaron turned to Jesus. “I trust you. Take care of my daughter.”

“Of course,” Jesus promised.

“You know where we are. Come get me if something happens.”

“You got it,” Jesus said, shaking Aaron’s hand. “Want me to walk you out?”

Aaron gestured towards the door with his head, walking with Jesus to his car. “What you’re doing for her,” Aaron said, “I can’t thank you enough.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jesus told him, leaning against the car as Aaron climbed in the driver’s seat. “I care, too, you know.”

Clary winced at the light streaming in the windows as she woke, immediately closing her eyes again. She tried again, opening them slowly as she adjusted to the light. Jesus sat in the chair next to the bed she was in, deep in thought. “Did I die and go to Heaven?” Clary asked, announcing that she as awake. “‘Cause I found Jesus.” Jesus turned to her at the sound of her voice. “Hey, Paul.”

“Hey, poppet,” Jesus said softly, getting up and sitting on the bed beside her. “How do you feel?” Clary tried to push herself up, then groaned. She flopped back down, whimpering from the impact. “Yeah, I figured. That’s why I got you these.” Jesus reached over and grabbed a bottle of pills of the bedside table. He held it up, shaking it. “Painkillers.” Jesus leaned down, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Now, you’re only supposed to get one at each dose, because we have to ration, but I think I can sneak you two. Harlan kinda owes you guys.”

“Got any booze?” Clary whispers. “I’ll be fine with just that.”

Jesus laughs. “Yeah, okay. Open up, poppet.”

Much to Jesus’s surprise, she didn’t put up a fight, gladly accepting the medication. As he settled back on the bed, Clary wrapped her hand around his wrist. She whispered, “Paul, where’s Aaron?”

“I sent him home,” Jesus told her. “In case the Saviors came back.” He leaned forward, kissing her forehead. “Sleep now, poppet. I’ll be right here.”

Clary closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly. Jesus fixed the blankets around her, tucking her in, before taking a seat in the chair. About twenty minutes later, Harlan leaned in the room. “Knock, knock,” he whispered.

Jesus got up as he saw Harlan, meeting him in the hallway. He gently closed the door behind him, not wanting to wake Clary. “Any change?” Harlan asked.

“You missed her by twenty minutes,” Jesus said. “She was only awake for about five minutes, if that. Gave her painkillers. Clary didn’t even put up a fight. She really must be hurting.”

“Well, broken, fractured, bruised ribs,” Harlan started, crossing his arms. “That’s all Aaron knows, and that’s all he’s going to know.”

“In layman’s terms, she got messed up pretty bad,” Jesus simplified.

“She got messed up,” the doctor confirmed. “But she was lucky. It’s not as nearly as bad as it could’ve been.”

“I’ve gotta get out of here,” Clary said, turning her head to look at Jesus.

“You do realize how badly Dwight beat you, right?” Jesus questioned. “And you got lucky.”

“I just need a change of scenery. Please.” Jesus was hesitant, but Clary knew she could get him to agree. She batted her eyelashes, smiling as she promised, “I’ll be good, Paul. Do everythin’ you tell me.”

Jesus thought for a long minute before saying, “Well, I guess you would be more comfortable in Barrington.”

“Hey, I, um, I know it’s kinda a lot to ask, but could you stay with me?” Clary asked. “I don’t really know or trust anyone else in the Hilltop, except for Maggie and Sasha. Maybe Harlan.”

“It’s no problem,” Jesus told her. “C’mon, let’s get you up and out of here.” It was obvious Clary was in pain as Jesus put an arm around her waist, helping her out of the infirmary. “Why don’t I just carry you?”

“‘Cause I can walk,” Clary said in between painful gasps.

“I’m calling bullshit on that,” Jesus said.

“Paul—”

Clary’s objects were cut short as he picked her up, ignoring them. Once she was in his arms, however, Clary was silent, curling into him. Jesus smirked, and Clary closed her eyes, muttering, “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Jesus replied, as if he was innocent. For someone named Jesus, this guy’s a hell of a good liar, Clary thought to herself. Clary resisted the urge to whimper in pain as Jesus shifted her to open the door, not wanting to make him feel bad. Still, he must’ve sensed it because he said, “Sorry.”

Clary said nothing as Jesus climbed the stairs, not wanting to give away that it hurt her. Once they were in a spare room, Clary slid out of his arms as Jesus dug for a blanket in the closet. When he threw it on the floor, Clary immediately objected. “No, Paul, don’t. It’s already enough, you staying with me. I can’t make you sleep on the floor. Sleep in the bed with me.”

“Are you sure?” Jesus said as he picked up the blanket. “I mean, if you’re okay with it.”

“Well, I would hardly kick you out of bed for eating crackers, Paul.”

Jesus chuckled softly as Clary messed with her shirt over the bandages wrapped around her. “Alright,” Clary said. “This ain’t workin’. Shirt’s comin’ off.”

“You sure?” Jesus asked.

“Yeah, I trust you,” Clary told him, wincing as she pulled her shirt off. “‘Sides, it ain’t a big deal. Just keep Gregory away. He creeps me out.”

“You and me both,” Jesus said. Clary let out a chuckle, then sharply inhaled, placing a hand on the bandages around her torso. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry. Okay, no more jokes.” Clary nodded her agreement, keeping a hand on the bed as she made her way to the side to climb in. “Here, let me help.”

“I ain’t one to accept help,” Clary said as Jesus lifted her into the bed. “But thanks.”

“No problem,” Jesus said as she laid down. “Get some sleep. I’ll be nearby. Holler if you need anything.”

“Oh, hey, can you bring me a book sometime?” Clary requested.

“You got it, poppet.”

Clary woke to the sound of music and shouts, and by the time she realized she was alone, the music had stopped. Clary got to her feet, one hand on the bed as she made her way over to the window. “Oh my god,” Clary said when she saw what was happening. “I gotta help.”

Outside, the Hilltop was scattered with corpses, both dead and undead, and fires were burning. Clary turned away from the window, rushing for the door, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to do anything, not in her state. She wouldn’t be one of the fighters, she’d be one of the people they had to protect. Her mind went to Jesus as she glanced towards the empty chair, immediately scolding herself for thinking of someone that is more than capable of taking care of themselves when Maggie was out there somewhere, pregnant and injured.

Clary let out a whimper as she moved too fast, leaning against the wall as she tried to slow her breathing. The door was thrown open, and Clary reached for a knife on the desk to defend herself before seeing who had entered. “Hi,” Jesus said as he caught sight of the knife in her hand.

“Sorry,” Clary apologized, putting it down. “You okay?”

Jesus nodded. “What about up here? Are you alright?”

Clary nodded, glancing at the window before back to Jesus. “What the hell did I miss?”

“Uh, nothing major,” Jesus said. “We took care of it. No problem. Maggie killed a car.”

Clary rubbed her eyes, sitting back on the bed. “How long was I out?”

Jesus glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Fourteen hours.”

“Fourteen? Holy shit.”

“Yeah, that must be a new record, considering you never sleep.”

Clary patted the bed beside her as she laid down. “Get up here, Rovia.”

“Ooh, that’s a new one,” Jesus said as he flopped down beside her. He was exhausted after watching over Clary the last two days, running around the Hilltop for Gregory, and fighting the walkers. “You’ve never called me by my last name.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it, Dearly Beloved.”

Jesus lifted his head to look at her. “‘Dearly Beloved?’”

“It’s from ‘Jesus of Suburbia.’ Green Day.”

“I forgot about that part.” Jesus sighed, shaking his head. “‘Dearly Beloved.’”