#ch: izzy lightwood

[caracarnn]

This wasn't at all what he had imagined for himself when he had moved to the city. He had always assumed that falling in love was something storied, something that had happened to his father with his late mother. But meeting her had changed everything. It had been instantaneous for him, looking into her eyes he had found something that he hadn't even been looking for. She was beautiful, physically, inwardly, everywhere. He couldn't have kept himself from her if he tried. There were parts of her hidden from him, ever shifting that he did try to catch onto but always it slipped from between his fingers. He had promised himself that he would never stop trying to know her completely. He loved her, more than he could even explain. He loved her utterly. He just wanted her to know that, wanted her to feel like she could be honest with him.

Their anniversary had come up and he had made reservations at a beautiful nearby restaurant that they had yet to dine at. He peeked into the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe as he looked in at her. "Are you ready?" He softly asked her, studying her a little to see if anything was off kilter about her. Sometimes he could catch her seeming worried, concerned, maybe even a little flustered if he ever put the question of what was wrong to her. "We should leave soon if we want to make the reservation." - @inabcck

[inabcck]

@ssolessurvivor sent: [ snuggle ] sender snuggles closer to receiver as they sleep

For whatever reason tonight Isabelle found it hard to sleep even though she was curled up in bed with Logan. They had had a busy day between their planned activities and those that took place before he fell asleep. She had no issue with laying there listening to the sound of his breathing watching the rise and fall of his chest while her mind refused to stop. Shadow Hunters never got involved with mundanes for a reason it could get complicated and while so far they had been lucky in this lull of peace she could feel the clock ticking.

Logan shifted next to her coming to snuggle in closer and she found herself nuzzling into his hair to memorizing his scent. Her eyes close as she lets one hand wander down along his spine slowly memorizing the feel of his skin under her finger tips. When she went into these headspaces it felt so much like she was preparing to say goodbye and maybe she was. She wanted to protect him; this one bright spot that was in her world where she got to pretend to be a normal girl. She pressed her lips to his crown in a soft kiss she hoped wouldn't wake him. "I hope you know I love you." Izzy whispers so soft that she barely heard it herself.

[aesofmifavs]

Romantic Ships: Simon Lewis x Isabelle Lightwood

[28onlythebrave]

my clarissa adele fairchild now and forever

[herestoimagination]

[jancsloan]

Moodboard: Izzy Lightwood

Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before.

[herestotheunknown]

Look.. does that really change where I should take her for dinner? I just don’t want to ruin this.

[captainholmes]

favourite female characters [9/15]

Isabelle Lightwood - ‘I watch my brothers give their hears away and i think,                                           don’t you know better?

                                   hearts are breakable and I think even when you heal,                                            you’re never what you were before’

[buffoonprincess]

HEART OF SPADES

Author: @buffoonprincess | Art: @louisec-m (ch 7)

Keen to upholding her family’s reputation and being mindful of her career ambitions within shadowhunter ranks, Isabelle Lightwood always aced every single test that came her way. She played the bitch, the princess, and the whore on the field, and the perfect daughter, sister and girlfriend outside of it. Soon enough, however, she discovered that she dreaded physical intimacy. Every single relationship eventually fell apart. Every time a man looked at her with hungry eyes, she became more and more sick of it.

Why is she broken? Why can't she just be normal? Can she reconcile who she truly is with the person she’s expected to become?

This story covers Isabelle's journey to self-acceptance since her teenage years at the NY Institute to the end of S03. It reviews all her romantic and professional relationships, offering a new reading by asking how these could be interpreted if Izzy was ace.

Read it on AO3 now! (7/7 chapters — Complete)

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[magixqueenie]

So here‘s my @shadowhunterbingo 2020-2021 Masterpost, I didn’t get as much done as I wanted but alas, exams, even though I still had fun.

The Similarities of Alec Lightwood and Alex River

Word Count: 1982

Ship: Malec

Square: Memories

Five times Alec Lightwood, the Shadowhunter, and Alex River, the Warlock, experience things differently.

And one time they found a similarity.

Ammonia and Magic

Word Count: 1064

Ship: Malec

Square: Enemies to Lovers

A footstep. Then silence. Something flutters. Wings, maybe. Heavy, powerful.

Another footstep. Alec doesn’t breath. He finds it stuck in his lungs, quivering in fear.

“Hello Alexander,” something purrs from the shadows beyond his sight.

Me and My Husband

Word Count: 6224

Ship: Malec

Square: Graveyard

“A man such as Magnus Bane is incapable of love,” Alice replies, watching a man she thought was innocent of any crime, once. She is not so sure anymore. “That’s what a psychopath is, someone who cannot feel a thing but pretends they do. He has you fooled.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Alec muses. “It’s the opposite, that’s what makes him so irresistible. We, no. All of you really, see the world in shades of grey, cowering under the pretence of law and order. Magnus sees the world in brilliance and colour. He sees beyond it all.”

“And what about you?” Alice says, watching the man.

Alec ponders for a moment before saying, “Magnus woke me up.”

—

Psychiatrist Doctor Alice Darrow gets insight into the frightening minds of the Warlock Ripper, Doctor Magnus Bane, and his husband, Alexander Bane.

Faliciou Selphim

Word Count: 5418

Ship: Razriel + Original NB Character

Square: Rituals

And so, he stares at the roaring fire, the colour the inkiest black. It burns with no fuel, no smoke pulses from its flames. It flickers with no wind. It is large, towering at thirty feet tall and there is a vast heat radiating as he nears the embers. Alek’s hand is tight amongst his.

“In this ritual, you will submit your immortality, your Angelic form so that your soul may find refuge in its new mortal body.”

Raziel waits, tears spilling down his cheeks, hands trembling as the fire beckons him within its depths. The heat is overwhelming.

“Do you accept?” The voice asks.

—

In which, Alek is Raziel’s parabati and an Angel. The revered creator of the Shadowhunters participates in the Faliciou Selphim, the ritual to descend as a mortal Shadowhunter.

Mr Shadowman

Word Count: 7302

Ship: Malec

Square: Children of the Night

Alec first meets the Shadow when he is three.

The Shadow doesn’t come abruptly. Instead, he comes to Alec slowly, with soft, gooey touches like human fingers. They caress his hair gently, and it is nice. There is a sense of rightness, a peace that makes his heart still.

Alec peers out in the nighttime darkness to find the man holding him.

But there is no one there.

Star Tears

Word Count: 5141

Ship: Malec

Square: Blind Character

Star tears, a disease that offers no biological explanation as to how or why it began. It is reported that the victims cry tears that are as sharp as glass but as beautiful and bright as stars from the moment nightfall occurs to when it ends. The only thing the victims have in common is that they are the suffers of unrequited love.

It is not fatal, but rather, the magical tears slowly drain away your vision until you are left colour blind, and then, completely blind.

However, Alec never imagined that he would be infected.

Alec Lightwood Can Wear Heels, Jury

Word Count: 1662

Ship: Malec

Square: Drunken Antics

Alec watches something dance over Izzy’s face and then her grin turns a sly touch mischievous that has Alec’s hackles rising. “As much as I’d love to take credit, I’m unfortunately not the real expert of wielding weapons in high heels in my family.”

—

What if Alec taught Izzy to fight in heels?

That’s it. That’s the fic.

Wildest Dreams

Word Count: 12883

Ship: Malec

Square: CH 1 - Royalty AU | CH 2- Free Space

Alpha Asmodeus Magnus Zader Bane III, the king of Idris, is hosting the monarchy’s famous mating ceremony in hopes he’ll find the perfect Omega mate.

Alec Lightwood is his sister’s Alpha guide as she hopes to win the spot as the future queen of Idris.

Only, Alec nor Magnus expected to find their destined mate not in any of the Omegas present, but rather in another Alpha.

—

A story of pining, balls and court mannerisms with a happy ending.

[theredraccoon]

A Desperate Proposal - Ch 5

The morning of his wedding day, Jace rolled over in a familiar bed and stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling. One of the more exhaustive battles back and forth between Alec and Lydia and the Downworlders had been over living arrangements, with the final outcome being that Jace and Izzy would continue to live at the Institute with their spouses and Alec and Maryse would live with Magnus and Luke in their respective houses. 

It had been a major concession to the Seelie Queen to have one of her subjects live inside of the Institute’s walls and Lydia had almost blown a gasket about the potential secrets that he might pick up and pass back to the Queen. Finally, Alec had called in Magnus to see if he could work some magic and make sure Meliorn couldn’t access anything he shouldn’t. Alec and Lydia’s relationship had been pretty volatile at that point but when Alec had mentioned Magnus coming in, Lydia had gotten very excited about meeting him and gushed about the warlock’s accomplishments. Alec had melted like butter in a hot sun. Jace smiled to remember it. Soon after, Alec and Lydia decided it was easier to join bureaucratic forces and the wedding negotiations ever since had gone much smoother. They were actually quite scary together but Jace would never tell them that. 

The room Jace had occupied for his entire adult life was different now, redesigned and transformed by his brother’s fiancé, with two bedrooms, a living room and small kitchenette. And only one bathroom. Jace had been completely nonplussed when Magnus had waltzed out and declared the rooms done and he’d realized that he would be sharing a bathroom with his future husband, who was, actually, a complete stranger. 

When Jace had started to say something, Magnus had patted him on the shoulder and declared that that was the design that ‘the Institute’ wanted and he couldn’t change it. The warlock had then leaned forward and said, “Trust me, Jace. I know your groom-to-be and Simon Lewis is actually a secret beefcake. He is adorable. This shared bathroom situation is a blessing in disguise, don’t waste it.” 

Simon. Simon Lewis. Jace brushed his teeth in his stupid soon-to-be shared bathroom and thought about that name and the person it was attached to. Alec had quietly told him that the vampire had declined to meet him before the wedding and Jace still didn’t really know what to think about that decision. Did it mean that Simon wasn’t happy about the wedding? Was he avoiding Jace for a reason? Was he scared that Jace would back out after meeting him? Or vice versa? Jace scowled into the mirror. 

His ablutions finally done, he walked back into his room and pulled out his normal leathers. The weddings weren’t until that evening, when the vampires and werewolves could attend and be comfortable, and so he had a lot of time to kill. Alec had taken their whole family off the schedule and announced that they would all be training for the first half of the day and then they would be allowed to rest and get ready. 

After months of not sparring together, Jace and Alec had spent a significant amount of time in the cavernous training hall in the last week. The wedding negotiations had been long, intense and full of emotion and both of them had needed to get rid of the pent-up energy. They were fairly evenly matched, as most parabatai usually were, but Jace was Battle Master for a reason and Alec had been spending most of his time behind a desk. Jace spent the first three days beating the absolute crap out of his brother, chasing him all around the huge room, to the point where the other Shadowhunters fled when they saw the two of them coming in so they wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire.

It had finally peaked the day that they discussed how binding the marriages would be and how any outside sexual contact would be taken for disloyalty and would void the contracts, as dictated by both vampire and werewolf custom. The realization that Jace would be functionally celibate for the rest of his life unless he and Simon came to some sort of arrangement had driven him from the room. Alec had come after him and the fight that followed had been vicious. Jace had lost himself in it, consumed with the reality of what was happening and the emotions pressing to get out, and then his sticks were suddenly at Alec’s throat and his brother was pressed up against the stone wall of the Institute.    

Jace paused with his hand on the door of the mini-fridge in his new kitchenette as he remembered the conversation that followed.

“Alec, I know you’re a self-sacrificing asshole but you can’t keep letting me beat you up like this.” 

“I am trapping you in a loveless marriage with a male vampire you’ve never met and you can’t even sleep around. You can beat me up every day for the next fifty years if it makes you feel better. Maybe I didn’t try hard enough to find another solution. Maybe this isn’t actually as bad as I think and it’s really just a string of awful luck and things will be fine.”

“This is the only way and you know it. I’ve been studying more of the reports from the last year and asking some of the other Institutes for theirs. We are being hunted and we need the Downworld’s numbers and they won’t just offer them up out of the goodness of their hearts. I’ll marry Simon Lewis and we’ll make it work somehow. Although I might come and beat you up anyway, you are way out of shape.”

“Fuck off. Come on, we need to go back before Lydia finds a new way to piss off the Downworld by accident.”

Jace shook off the memory and tossed the empty protein shake bottle in the recycling. He glanced at the time— still a half hour before he was supposed to meet his family— - and was just contemplating making something else to eat when there was a firm knock on his door. 

Maryse stood on the other side, also dressed in training gear, her hair in a simple ponytail and her makeup barely there. He blinked. “Mom. I thought we were meeting at the Hall. What are you doing here?”

She brushed by him on the way into the room, looking around with interest at the living area. It was still fairly empty, as he wasn’t sure what Simon would be bringing with him, but there were a few chairs, his couch, and the display case in the corner with some of his father’s weapons in it. Jace closed the door behind him and waited. Maryse usually didn’t just stop by to say hi, even if she had mellowed a bit in the last few years. 

“Yes, we’re meeting Alec and Isabelle soon but I wanted a chance to talk with you alone.” Jace watched her survey the room once more before walking over to the couch. She sat down at one end, angling herself towards the other side. Jace took the hint and settled on the far end, sinking down into the soft leather. There was silence for a minute.

“You know that Robert and I had an arranged marriage, right?” The words were abrupt. Jace nodded. “I grew up knowing that my husband would be picked for me and it mostly didn’t bother me. What did concern me was being a good Shadowhunter, someone who could hold their own against the politics of the Clave. I would carry the name of someone else when I married but we would be powerful together, not just him and his name. And I did and we were. We made… some mistakes but we learned and we were good together. We had three— four— beautiful children.” His mom’s eyes, which had been flitting around the room as she spoke, now centered on his. “But I never really loved him. When he was killed, I mourned but I was not destroyed by it.” 

Jace shifted on the couch, remembering the news of Robert’s death three years before, in a freak demon battle, and thinking about what they knew now. What if it hadn’t been quite an accident? The half thought was still forming when Maryse spoke again and the idea disappeared as fast as it had come.

“And now I’m here again, with another marriage being dictated by others, and three of my children as well, all to powerful, well-connected people that can make the Lightwood name, the name I took and made my own, mean something again. This is such a great opportunity for our family and I won’t waste it and I don’t want you to either.” Maryse’s eyes were lit up and her voice was the passionate one she had when talking about her ambitions for herself and for them. Jace had heard it often growing up. There was a lump in his throat.

Maryse paused and then she reached for Jace’s hands. Her hands were warm around his cold ones and he made himself look into her face. “But Jace, I want you to listen to me. There are many ways to go into a marriage like this. You can aim for a relationship like the one that Robert and I had. It worked for a long time and you and this Simon can go far, as far as you want together. But it doesn’t have to be that way. Luke and I were never able to be in the right time and the right place together and I knew that my path was elsewhere. But now here we are and I want to try. I want to try a different way and see if I can have both, a political match and a love match. I went into marriage with Robert with a set of expectations and never let myself alter them. I don’t want to do that this time. And I don’t want you to either.

“I asked Magnus about Simon, because I am your mother, and he told me that Simon was a good man, that he was a good Second to Raphael, honest and honorable, for a vampire. I know he’s not what you might have wanted for yourself but there’s a chance he could be. Shadowhunters know that their work is dangerous and, by the Angel, we know it can be cut short at any minute. But life can also be long, with many years to get to know someone. If Simon is as good as Magnus swears he is— if you can, try. Promise me?” 

Jace’s head was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. It was honestly just like Maryse to show up on the day of the wedding and drop all of this on him. He wondered idly if she’d spoken to Alec and Izzy about any of this. Or what she’d said to Izzy, marrying a Seelie. He couldn’t think about the implications of her words, the idea that he could fall in love with Simon if he let himself, with a vampire that he was marrying just because they desperately needed Downworlders to save them. He had no expectations for this marriage beyond using it to stop them all from dying.

But she was his mom, the one who insisted that he call her that when he was 11 and the papers were finalized, and she maybe knew what she was talking about. So he just said, “I’ll try,” and saw her smile, the soft one that they rarely saw except when she deigned to bestow it on them. 

And then it was gone, and she was gathering herself up and making her way to the door, saying, “All right, we need to get going. I’m sure Alec and Isabelle are at the training room already and we have a long day and night ahead of us. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” She opened the door and was gone a second later. 

Jace rolled his eyes. Yep, that tracks. Drop emotional bombshells and run away. Probably where Alec gets it. He let himself sit there for another minute, thinking about the promise he had just made, and then got up, gathered his things, and left. As Maryse had said, it was going to be a long day and night ahead.

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Six hours later, Jace was tugging gently on the sleeves of his black tuxedo, straightening the silver horseshoe cufflinks, when there was another knock on his door. “For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. “It’s not like it’s an important day or anything and I might want some peace and quiet.”

Still, he opened the door and was glad he did. Izzy stood there, and she was beyond beautiful. Her dress was a lovely pale gold, deep enough that it was no longer just ‘yellow’ but soft enough that it wasn’t overwhelming. A full gauzy skirt shimmered as she moved closer but the bodice was form fitting, with a sweetheart neckline and delicate beaded spaghetti straps. There were tiny embroidered leaves all over and it only took Jace a minute to realize that they matched the shape of the leaf on Meliorn’s face. Her hair cascaded down her back in loose curls, except for a crown of braids, interwoven with flowers and more leaves, and her makeup was subtle, just a hint of color on her cheekbones and lips.

All together she was gorgeous but Jace couldn’t help seeing the change from her usual style. Some of it was still there but this was a different Izzy than the one who experimented with heavy makeup on him and Alec when they were teenagers and the leather outfits that had gotten progressively skimpier as she got older. It was yet another reminder of how fast things were changing and the new phase of their lives that they were entering. 

“I’m here to collect you. Magnus wants to go over the wedding entrances one more time to make sure that we don’t fuck them up. And then we get to wait around like useless idiots until things get started.” Izzy’s words shook Jace out of his daze and he cracked a smile. At least her sass hadn’t changed. He hoped Meliorn knew what he was getting into, but probably not. Izzy was a wonderful mystery. 

Jace turned and took one last glance at his suite, knowing that the next time he was there it would be as a married man, with a vampire in tow. He took a deep breath and shut the door behind him, gesturing for Izzy to walk in front. “Let’s go then, so Magnus doesn’t turn us into toads or something. He’s been practically vibrating for the last two days, I don’t want to test him.” 

Izzy smirked, “At least we have a few days off after the wedding to adjust, I’m pretty sure Alec will straighten him out.” Jace snorted. She turned to walk back down the hall and Jace saw that her dress was almost entirely backless, just a thin strip connecting the sides of her dress, and he grinned. There she was. This whole situation might be fucked up but Izzy would still be Izzy and Alec would still be Alec, the same asshole he bound himself to so long ago. They were in it together and it would be okay.

Jace was still clinging to that hope an hour later as he surveyed the massive field of the wedding venue. Alec had prevailed in the fight to not have the wedding at the Institute, arguing about the different customs that had to be followed from each culture, and they were at a farm in upstate New York instead, near the Finger Lakes. Magnus had scouted it out and determined that it had the right amount of space to hold everyone and was remote enough that they would be able to keep it safe. As part of the wedding contract, each contingent had to provide people for security. From the tent Jace was standing in with his family he could see some glares being exchanged between the werewolf and vampire guards but as of yet there wasn’t any bloodshed. Jace tried to remember if alcohol was going to be involved at the short reception after the ceremony.

Looking around, he could admit that there were worse places to get married. Apparently this farm was known for its sunflowers and even though it was too late in the season for them to be in bloom, Magnus had snapped his fingers and waved his hands, and suddenly the field had been awash in yellow and black. The flowers surrounded a large open space with a wooden gazebo in the middle, and chairs facing the structure spread out in a circle like a wagon wheel. Each faction of the Alliance had been allowed to invite up to fifty people, but that still meant that there were going to be two hundred people there, not including security. As a Lightwood, Jace had always known that he’d be getting married in front of a crowd, but this was still a bit much. He sighed.

“Jace, stop moping and get over here.” Alec’s voice was tight with tension but he could hear some excitement running underneath the stress. His brother’s tuxedo matched his, black tails with a gold vest, and the red of his pocket square a bit of fire on his chest. The last week had taken a toll on all of them but Alec’s face was lighter and happier than he’d seen it in a while and Jace remembered that while the circumstances weren't ideal, Alec was actually marrying the love of his life today. He smiled back at his parabatai and went over to where Alec, Izzy, and his mom were standing. 

“I want one last picture of all of us before we have to take our places around the circle.” Maryse was resplendent in another gold gown, this one smooth satin, with three quarter length sleeves, a square neckline, and an empire waist skirt. Her necklace caught the lights strung up everywhere in the tent; the gold disks tracked the phases of the moon, waxing and waning around her neck. She looked happy. 

Jace clustered close, his arm around his brother and sister, familiar and warm, and smiled at the camera that Maryse had bullied one of the security guards into holding. One last picture of them all as Lightwoods. He breathed in his family and let it settle him. Izzy leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “You look wonderful, big brother, I don’t think I said that earlier. Simon is a lucky man. Vampire. Whatever. You’ll be fine. Let’s go get married.”

He laughed and kissed her back. “Meliorn won’t know what hit him. Let’s do this, Lightwood.” Jace turned to Alec and they clasped hands and hugged. He pounded him on the back once and said, “Go get your Warlock, Alec,” and was gifted with one of his brother’s rare soft smiles.

There was a short chime, three ascending notes, signaling that it was time. As he left the holding tent, Jace saw that the seats around the wagon wheel had filled in. Dusk had tipped over into full night and the only illumination now came from the witchlights hovering in the air, creating a dome of light over the field. It was beautiful and unearthly and the crowd knew it; a sea of different faces, Shadowhunter and Seelie and vampire and werewolf all solemn and staring. 

Jace saw movement from the identical tent exactly opposite from theirs and he watched as four figures emerged at the same time as they were, taking their places around the circle, finding the pathways between the rows of chairs. This was first and foremost an Alliance, a meeting of equal powers, and instead of one party standing at the altar waiting for the other, all eight of them would advance down the aisles as one. 

Taking a deep breath, Jace found his place between his two assigned aisles, deliberately not looking at the people on either side, their vibrant dresses and suits blurring in his peripheral vision. There was another sound that rang out, a clear bell that struck once and then lingered and rippled out through the crowd, leaving silence in its wake. 

Jace glanced to either side, where Alec and Isabelle stood, and then they all stepped forward together, keeping pace and aware of each other in a way that only people that fought next to each other could do. The Downworlders across from them approached as well and the man in the black tuxedo, red vest, and gold pocket square kept getting bigger and bigger in Jace’s vision, white face and dark hair and dark eyes.

Then Jace was under the gazebo and the man was in front of him and everything else faded away. It was a handsome face. Wavy hair and thick brows. A slight dusting of pink high on the cheekbones and deeper red in full lips, like they’d been bitten in nervousness. Or maybe they were naturally that way. Straight long nose and ears that were slightly too big. And eyes, eyes that were deep and dark, boring into Jace’s soul and he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, standing frozen in front of this man, this vampire, who would be his husband in a few short minutes.

“Welcome and well come.” Brother Zachariah’s voice was low but easily carried over the hushed audience. Jace watched Simon startle and was relieved that he wasn’t the only one affected by… whatever that was, and then he focused on the Silent Brother in the center of the gazebo. He was flanked by representatives of the Seelie Court, the New York Clan, the Warlocks of the Northeast, and the New York Pack, each turned towards a different couple around the circle. They were a tight knot in the center, standing shoulder to shoulder. Jace had known their names at one point but they were gone from his head now, and were just faces, formal and dignified. 

Brother Zacharariah took a step out of the cluster, breaking away from the others as he said, “Every marriage is an alliance, a blending of individuals into something new. When we come to our sacred places with the intent to marry, we not only bring ourselves but we also bring our pasts, our cultures, our customs, our people, and we are bound together according to our own laws.” 

There was a short pause and then he continued. “This binding is unprecedented in our history and the merging that we do here is unique. The ceremony that you will witness tonight takes elements of each part of the Shadow World, the best each faction has to offer, and combines them in a new way that fits the importance of the alliances made here, both between the individuals and the people they represent. While they are not the traditional vows that are normally conducted, all parties here have agreed that they are no less binding.” Jace saw the Silent Brother’s eyes flick towards the Seelie standing beside him as he said that last sentence and his tone was iron. 

The audience was motionless and quiet. After another moment, Brother Zachariah spoke again. 

“Let us begin.” His words were slow and ritualistic, with a cadence that had weight and meaning. “We are the Shadowhunters, Nephilim, children of the Angel, defenders of the helpless. We offer protection. Repeat after me: I promise to protect you and keep you, to be both sword and shield against anything that would harm you, until the end of my days.” 

Jace repeated the words easily and strongly, hearing the familiar voices of his family in the background, the burr of the Downworld grooms a low counterpoint. He could barely hear Simon’s voice and Jace clenched his fists.

The Seelie representative then moved forward, an easy glide up to where Brother Zachariah was standing. She was tall and willowy, dressed in soft greens and browns. “We are the Seelie, the Fair Folk, the Fae, the Eternal. We offer the patience of growing things. Repeat after me: I promise to be patient with you, to never rush to judgement but to wait and be calm, to listen first and talk second.”

These words caught in Jace’s mouth, as he thought of his tendency to run headlong into situations, but he said them steadily. Simon’s voice was louder now, Jace could hear it over the others, a musical tenor that sent a slight shiver down Jace’s spine.

The warlock representative was stepping forward next, a woman with deep brown skin that glowed next to the ocean blue of her dress. “We are the warlocks, possessors of magic and immortality. We offer curiosity and knowledge. Repeat after me: I promise to learn from you and about you, to open my mind to new ideas and new experiences.”

Simon now overpowered Jace, eagerness and earnestness evident in his bright voice as he said the words and Jace felt something small inside himself unfurl and relax. For the first time, he let himself smile, just a quick upturn of his lips, and he was rewarded by Simon smiling back, and Jace was blinded by the sight of it. 

Only the vampire and the werewolf representatives were in the center now and Jace tore himself away from Simon’s face to watch as the vampire slid soundlessly up next to the warlock who had just spoken. His voice was a whisper that carried. “We are the Night Children, the vampires, the undead. We leave behind our former lives and create new ones, much like you will. We offer family and new beginnings. Repeat after me: I promise to be your family, to take your people as my people, to treat them as my own.”

The Lightwood voices dominated, ringing out into the night; family bonds that meant everything to them coming through in the vows they now made to others. Simon looked taken aback for a second and then thoughtful. Jace wondered what he was thinking.  

Then the werewolf was moving and what used to be a tight knot was now a loose ring. There was a quick flash of deep distaste and then the brawny man dressed in black leather reached out and took the hand of the vampire and then the hand of Brother Zachariah, and soon the members of each faction were holding hands, a complete circle. Jace inhaled slowly and reached forward, clasping Simon’s hands in his own, watching as all of the other couples did the same. The long fingers he held were cool to the touch, but they warmed quickly. 

“We are the werewolves, shapeshifters, keepers of the Moon. We offer self-control and strength. Repeat after me: I promise to hold fast to these vows, with all the strength I possess. I promise to forge an unbreakable bond between us with an indomitable force of will. I bind myself to you, now and for always.” By the end the werewolf was almost shouting and the hands of those in the circle were white-knuckled. 

Jace found himself gripping Simon’s hands tightly and then there was equal pressure and more from Simon, until Jace could feel the bones in his hands compressing. He looked deep into those dark brown eyes, the ones that kept staring ever further inside of him, and repeated the last vow with as much intensity as he could, hearing and feeling Simon do the same. 

There was a small impact to the air that Jace felt in his sternum and he gasped, hearing Simon do the same. They looked at each other wide eyed.

And with that, Jace Lightwood and Simon Lewis were married.

END OF PART ONE.

[aesofmifavs]

Hogwarts AU: Isabelle Lightwood - Ravenclaw

[faejilly]

2020 Fic Masterpost

I started and ended the year with my beloved #7kpp, which I know doesn’t mean a lot to most of you, but the thought makes me smile. ❤ I also posted a lot of Shadowhunters, (so many fairy tale riffs), a couple bits for BioWare (including the ten-years-in-the-making finale of my Adelaide Hawke/Sebastian Vael ficlet collection), and even one entirely new-to-me fandom in a The Old Guard gift!fic. Whee!

Most of them are very short, ficlets and flash fiction, which wasn’t the goal going into this year, but... this year broke a lot of people’s plans, didn’t it? And there are some lovely words in there, (hopefully short & sweet!), so... All in all, not that terrible for a year of apocalypses.

The Old Guard

Until The Time... (Nile & Family & Music) [tumblr / ao3]

7KPP

Chaperones

Woodly/Court Lady [tumblr / ao3]

Yvette & Emmett [tumblr / ao3]

Falon & Hana [tumblr / ao3]

Hana of Jiyel

Ink-stained fingers [tumblr / ao3]

Shade [tumblr / ao3]

Theodora of Arland

Rise [tumblr / ao3]

Renown [tumblr / ao3]

Surrender [tumblr / ao3]

Hidden [tumblr / ao3]

Nathalie of Revaire

Harsh Whispers [tumblr / ao3]

Gold [tumblr / ao3]

BioWare

Dragon Age

Adelaide/Sebastian: for comfort (cuddling prompt) [tumblr / ao3]

Adelaide/Sebastian: Adored Finale [tumblr / ao3]

Merribela: Tentacletober (how many of those are there?) [tumblr / ao3]

Mass Effect

OT: Kaidan & The Beacon [tumblr / ao3]

Andromeda: F!Ryder/Jaal (Not Just Loyalty) [tumblr / ao3]

Shadowhunters

Coda-Fics/In-Universe

prequel (Jace & Izzy) [tumblr / ao3]

01x02 (Dorothea) [tumblr / ao3]

01x03 (Alec) [tumblr / ao3]

01x04 (Magnus) [tumblr / ao3]

*Trust Your Heart (01x04 Jace aftermath) [tumblr / ao3]

01x05 (Izzy) [tumblr / ao3]

03x10 (Magnus) [tumblr / ao3]

03x22 (Alec & Clary) [tumblr]

*Ashes of Angels (during the epilogue time-skip pt 1) [AO3]

*Ashes of Roses (during the epilogue time-skip pt 2) [AO3]

Psithurism (Inquisitor Lightwood-Bane) [tumblr / ao3]

Clizzy

tug-of-war [tumblr / ao3]

before the beginning [tumblr / ao3]

Pandemonium (again) [tumblr / ao3]

back-to-back [tumblr / ao3]

Criminal Minds Fusion

School Teachers [tumblr / ao3]

Star-Gazing [tumblr / ao3]

There’s Only One Bed [tumblr / ao3]

Lydia & Alec [tumblr / ao3]

Maia & “Hunt” [ao3]

Clary & “Family” (free space from bingo!) [ao3]

Misc AUs

*ask the always impossible of me (Cinderella) [ao3]

*Our Souls Inhabit (Snow White... ish) [tumblr / ao3]

a lean wind flays (Jack & the Beanstalk... even more -ish) [tumblr / ao3]

transient (Sleeping Beauty) [tumblr / ao3]

mer!Alec AU (of an AU) [tumblr / ao3]

Reticence (Persuasion AU) [tumblr / ao3]

Priest!Magnus/Demon!Alec [tumblr / ao3]

omegaverse PWP [tumblr / ao3]

Into the Labyrinth (Inception Crossover) [tumblr / ao3]

Let’s Go Steal Some... Magic? (Leverage Crossover) [tumblr / ao3]

I am for you ch 17 [tumblr / ao3]

[herestoimagination]

You watched Superman?

[marauder-level-chaos]

The Voice Inside My Head Ch. 2

More slow burn between soulmates. Magnus and Alec both wonder if there is anybody for them and they are too scared to find out. Alec also does something he never thought he would have the courage to do. Masterlist.

Warning: swears, soulmate AU, fluff, slight slow burn

A/N: Okay yes I created some parallels between Magnus and Alec but does that really surprise us at this point? I’m a sucker for parallels and sprinkle them everywhere. Y’all should know that by now. Also I know Magnus’ part is kinda blah, I’m sorry.

***

September, 12. Alexander Lightwood was officially 18. Having just started college, he hadn’t made many friends. Not that he was a very popular kid in high school, either. His birthday parties were always planned by Isabelle, his sister. He never even knew half the people there. As annoying as those parties were most of the time, he did miss Izzy and Jace. At least with them around, he didn’t have to spend his birthday alone. They must have sensed this because as soon as Alec sat down to enjoy his dinner, his phone buzzed. The name “Little Lightwood” flashed on his phone. He immediately picked it up.

“Hey, Izzy!” Alec could hear loud music through the phone. “Are you at a party? Iz, it’s a school night.”

“Oh, well Jace thought it was a good idea to throw a party in your honor because you probably are eating dinner in your dorm by yourself.”

“So you threw me a birthday party?”

“Yes.”

“Without me actually being there?”

“Yes.” There was a pause. Alec could hear Izzy move through the house. The music in the background had gotten a lot quieter. “Hey, Alec?”

“Yes, Iz?”

“Did you try to talk to your soulmate yet?” Alec sighed in response. He knew Izzy would want to ask about that. She was the only person in the world who knew Alec was gay. She’d known since he was 16. Even Jace did not know this about Alec. Part of that was because Jace was the person who had made Alec realise his sexuality. Izzy was Alec’s support system, she had always had his back.

“No, I haven’t talked to him yet. I don’t even know if he exists.”

“And you’ll never find out until you try.” Another silence. “And Alec?”

“Hmmm?”

“Happy Birthday.” That was the last thing Izzy said to him before somebody came and dragged her back into the party. Alec finished his dinner quietly, all the while thinking about what his sister had said to him. He threw the now empty take out containers into the trash and headed for the shower. It was already quite late and Alec wanted to get some sleep before he needed to start putting late hours at the library every night. After his shower, he curled up in his bed but sleep did not come. Alec sighed and closed his eyes.

Hello? Alec called, to a soulmate who probably didn’t even exist. He sat on his bed, with his eyes tightly shut, sure that he had just made a terrible mistake.

***

Magnus was having dinner with Dorothea and Cat that night. Even though it was just a casual affair, he had put on a crisp silver shirt with his black dinner jacket and dark skinny jeans. When it came to fashion, Magnus never settled for less. The silver shirt complimented his gold eyes perfectly. However, he further accentuated his look with a simple stroke of gold eyeliner over his eyelids. His hair was dyed with streaks of silver. After admiring himself in the mirror one final time, Magnus went over next door.

Dinner with Cat and Dot - or as Magnus like to call them: Dotarina - was always fun. The girls never failed to cheer him up. That’s why they were his best friends. They always had his back. With them, Magnus could let down his guard. He didn’t have to be everyone thought he was. He could be himself. He’d often wondered if they were his soulmates. In a platonic manner, obviously.

“You know what, Mags?” Cat said, reaching for his hands. “Who cares if the universe didn’t give you a soulmate? I will find you one. Or you know maybe you already have one. Maybe the reason you can’t talk to them is because you’ve already met them.”

“I’m sure I would know if I had met my soulmate, Cat.” Magnus wasn’t sure if it was the drink, but talking with Cat made him feel better than he had felt in a while. “It wouldn’t feel so...mundane. It would be different.”

“Not necessarily. I didn’t immediately feel fireworks when I first met Dot. It takes time to figure these things out.” Magnus sighed at Catarina’s words and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes darted toward the clock. It was getting late. They quickly said their goodbyes and Magnus headed back to his own apartment.

Magnus soon changed out of his clothes and snuggled into bed. Just as sleep was about to take over his body, Magnus heard something.

Hello? A voice rang inside his head. It felt so familiar but still so new. Magnus sat upright, immediately knowing whose voice that was. It was his soulmate.

Taglist: @addisonsintern @quickbright @tolkienlockian @just–another–hufflepuff @literally-magnus-bane

[khaleesiofalicante]

Ok ok ok ok I’m so jazzed for all of these! Fix you is already amazing and we 2 ch. in! STARS SPELL OUT YOUR NAME SEQUEL AHHHHHHH 😭🥰! The surfer AU is already everything to me! Like omg i cant wait! 😆 and a canon fic too????? You are feeding us so well!! 😭😭

Im awful at choosing but hit me with this Seven Sins AU 😳😍🙊 pleaseee????

Also hi! I hope you have been well! I love you! Like so much! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

You are like the best person I know (after magnus and jem fjhdjg)

Okay so the seven sins au goes like this - Valentine’s circle (who are just like super freaky hippies in a cult) never gets broken up. So, at one point, Valentine (who is like the most republican person you can think of) manipulates the circle members into dedicating their kids to the cause. He picks the best children out of all the existing ones to create like a superhero group (this is loosely based on the umbrella academy)

But this superhero group actually evil since he somehow (gotta figure that out yikes) makes sure give each one a power based on one of the deadly sins. Stephen gives Jace, Jocelyn gives(?) Sebastian and Clary, Lightwoods give Alec, Izzy and Max and Michael gives Jonathan. 

So forms the seven deadly sins (Valentine’s circle 2.0 - but stronger and more evil) 

But while on missions, both Max and Jonathan die (like in canon) because they are too young and their powers end up killing them. In order to keep the circle complete, Valentine needs two more new people. But this time, he does something different. He recruits two new people. People he had heard rumours about. People with special abilities.

And this is when Magnus and Simon come in (cause as we know they both had special powers in tmi)

And the story takes on from there :)