#downworlder relations

[backpackingspace]

Alec purposefully making himself appear as harmless as possible in magnus's public spaces

[buffyspeak]

i get why people were concerned (though i can’t imagine alec cheating EVER, that’s just like, so antithetical to who he is as a person, he has plenty of flaws, that’s just simply not one of them), but i don’t see Any of his behavior with underhill as potential flirting. to me it’s like... alec doesn’t really have many friends outside of his family! aline, while i’m sure he genuinely enjoys her company and cares about her, was a Shared Family Friend, clary is not really his friend but HAS become family lmao (neither of them do anything by halves), he loves magnus deeply and there’s genuine friendlike fondness rooted in their relationship but magnus has a Distinctly Different role in his life.

underhill has like, no agenda, he just blatantly likes (and i mean this in a very platonic way) and respects alec and alec is tip-toing the idea of maybe not being misanthropic and actually trying to have a friend lmao.

[threewaywithdelusion]

The Land I Lost

Literally everything about Alec Lightwood in The Land I Lost makes me absolutely feral. The fact that he's trying to learn Indonesian for Magnus.

This entire passage:

Like? The scorn from the idiot Shadowhunters? Lily's sass? The way Alec puts his hand on his weapon, fully willing to literally fight in defense of Magnus's (or Lily's) honor?

The way he's absolutely convinced other Shadowhunters would try to murder him if they could get away with it but he uses his privilege to defend Lily.

This scene:

relatable as hell. I, too, am bad at faces at names.

The way Alec relates to Juliette's claim on her Downworlder children. The way he loves Max so fiercely.

This is literally from like 5 pages. Every single line of this entire short story is like one gut punch after another. I was giggling and kicking my feet while I read it. Alec and Lily's friendship is one of my favorite things and I love how hard Alec fights to make the world a better place and how he earns the trust of the Downworlders he protects.

Alec Lightwood is truly one of The Characters Ever. And I will never get over Alec and Magnus. They are the definition of love.

[kaitcreates]

Things we know about Eliza Rosewain

Went on at least 4 dates with Michael Wayland during their time at the academy

Fell in love with Michael and later married him

Had a kid with him who they named Jonathan (middle name of Christopher possible but unlikely considering Jace learned his middle name through Valentine’s journals which might’ve been talking about Sebastian)

Was an activist for uniting downworlders, mundanes, and shadowhunters

Wasn’t very popular at the academy due to her activist activities

Was somehow related to Eleanor Blackthorn

Presumedly died sometime around the Uprising

Presumedly looked something like Jace

[lurafita]

Shadowhunter/Downworlder teamwork to not have to suffer their leader's bad mood

Alec gets sassier and saltier the longer he and Magnus get cockblocked. At some point, his subordinates just can't take it anymore, and countermeasures need to be implemented.

Both Alec and Magnus have important positions and are often called upon to deal with various things. So when the NY shadowhunters know that their boss is on a date with the high warlock, and something popps up, they do their level best to handle the situation quickly.

And if they need to establish better relations with the Downworld in order to get the help of another warlock for something just so they don’t have to call Magnus away from Alec, then that is damn well what they do.

New York shadowhunter/downworlder alliance as a byproduct of people not wanting to deal with their leaders when they haven't been laid enough.

"You think Lightwood gets bad? Magnus pouts. It's a lot more disturbing than you think! And he keeps sighing forlornly. And then he tries to distract himself by getting into everyone's business or inventing new things. Do you know how some things sound like good ideas at first, and then turn out to be horribly annoying? It's that 24 fucking 7 every time the High Warlock doesn't get to see his boyfriend enough."

[bearsinpotatosacks]

The interesting thing about being into the Bear and reading all the Shadowhunters books at the same time is that I've created a shadowhunters AU for the Bear. The Berzattos are a werewolf family who run the Chicago pack, they have the Beef as their headquarters.

Richie is also a werewolf, he got turned as a kid when moving around, because his dad was in the Army, and was shunned because of it. They had to move around more, Richie grew aggressive because he didn't know that there were others like him, but also because of how harshly he was treated by his parents. His dad would lock him up on full moons, he'd deliberately provoke him to 'train him' then hurt him when he lashed out. His mother shunned him because she thought he was cursed, that he was wrong and not her Richie anymore. Richie lashes out one night and ends up killing his mum, and wounding his dad. He runs off to Chicago.

Shadowhunters hear of a rogue werewolf going on a rampage in Lincoln Park on a full moon and race there to stop him. This is in 1993, so after the Uprising, so relations between downworlders and shadowhunters is very tense. At the same time, the Praetor Lupus are also racing to Lincoln Park to make sure the shadowhunters don't hurt this scared, angry rogue werewolf.

The shadowhunters get there first, they don't think to try and calm Richie down, they immediately start using silver weapons to stop him. They even use silver powder, as well as blades made of silver, which cause wounds that can't be healed by Richie's naturally fast healing. The Praetor Lupus get there second and manage to stop the shadowhunters before they kill Richie. They place him in the care of the Chicago pack, run by the Berzattos.

Richie soon learns two things. One, there are others like him, a lot more, and two, that he hates shadowhunters with every fibre of his being. He and Mikey become close friends. They bond over complicated family issues, Donna's still an alcoholic, and Mr Berzatto is absent.

As to the other Berzattos, at the time of Richie joining, Michael Berzatto Sr has left the pack, leaving his second in command, Jimmy, leading. Natalie is a werewolf, and ends up joining the Praetor Lupus to help other downworlders, this is where she ends up meeting Pete. Pete is a mundane with the sight, he's very encouraging, but just like in the show, is shunned by the rest of the Berzattos because he's too positive, and is more open to shadowhunters than the rest of them.

Carmy on the other hand is a half-werewolf. Lycanthropy can sometimes be dormant in children of werewolves, and unfortunately for Carmy, this is him. Mikey tried not to let him feel left out, but he obviously was as he turned older, and the hope that was just a late bloomer died. He wasn't allowed in the pack, and wasn't allowed to work at the Beef as a result. He throws himself into the mundane world to hide from it all, and still becomes one of the best chefs.

Sydney is a shadowhunter. She comes from the noble house of Adamu. Her mother grew up in Alicante, and that's where she was raised up until the age of four, when her parents were sent to deal with a demon attack outside the wards, and her mother died. Her dad grew up in Chicago, so that's where he took Sydney to grow up. She once dreamed of being an Iron Sister, but didn't like the idea of having to cut off her dad.

Mikey ends up as the head of the Chicago pack when Jimmy gets too busy and hands it off to him. He's a good leader, but doesn't want the role and turns to drugs. Richie ends up as his second in command, and has to pick up a lot of the slack as Mikey turns to drugs, and eventually Yin Fen near the end. He kills himself with a silver bullet and there's a scabble for the next leader of the pack. Briefly, it's Richie, but it's found out that Mikey left the role to Carmy.

This is unpopular, as he's not a full werewolf. Richie gets especially angry since he thinks it should be his role. He gets more angry when Carmen tries to repair relations with the Chicago Institute. Sydney is sent to liaise with them, Richie hates her in principle.

More details that I couldn't find a place for:

I'm not sure whether Tiff is another werewolf, a fae, or a mundane with the sight. I like the idea of her not being a werewolf so there's a question as to whether Eva will be a werewolf or not.

Also Frank, I feel like he should be a downworlder too, maybe a vampire, so Richie has some innate prejudice against him.

Claire is either another mundane with the sight, adding to people's prejudice to Carmy being leader since he's bringing in more mundanities. Or she could be a warlock who uses her magic to heal, or a vampire to add to the controversies, but this wouldn't make sense with now liked she is by the Berzattos

I am unsure what Sydney's weapon would be. To allude to her being a chef, I'm thinking a kind of knife or sword. But also something that takes a lot of skill too.

[soleilceirinen]

When the darkness comes | Tommy Shelby x Shadowhunter!Reader - Part 4

Summary: you are a shadowhunter investigating the sudden rise of yin fen in the Downworld, the trail leads you to Small Heath and a blue eyed gangster.

A/N: I'm not sure about how this part turned out. Anyway, thanks for reading it. English isn't my first language, sorry if there are mistakes!

Warning: nothing.

Part 3 - Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Usually, patrolling the streets was boring. Not tonight. You had been following the trail of a ravener demon for about half an hour without it noticing. It was the first demon you had encountered in Small Heath since your arrival. 

Luckily, it was a minor one and not very smart. Its disgusting appearance, a mix between a centipede and crocodile with some scorpion parts, made your stomach turn. Sometimes these kinds of demons were used to follow someone or to keep an eye on something. 

That’s why you weren’t surprised when the ravener moved around all the places that were clearly Shelby territory. More specifically, the parts of Small Heath dedicated to their non legitimate businesses. So, without any doubts, the demon had something to do with the yin fen.

However, you didn't think it was directly related to the Shelbys. 

That is, someone external, maybe the one responsible for sending them the drug so that they could distribute it throughout England and export it to America, was the one controlling the ravener. It could be a warlock’s work. Also, there were probably more than one demon, although you hadn’t seen others, which could be a problem if they decided to attack you in group. 

Tired of walking around the city among piles of garbage and puddles from the same place to the next, you took out of your coat one of your seraph blades and got ready to finish off the ravener.

“Uriel,” you said out loud, giving a name to the blade. Instantly, it lit up, filled with angelic power as it brought light into the darkness.

At that moment, the demon noticed your presence. You already knew that the poor thing wasn’t very clever. It lunged at you with quick movements, trying to reach you with its disgusting insect-like legs. You moved faster thanks to a heightened speed rune. The seraph blade traced luminous arcs through the fog as well as the ravener’s body.

With a screech and a gush of dark ichor, the demon disappeared. They didn’t die, instead, they returned to their own dimension. You observed the light from the blade fading away, it was covered in ichor and it was starting to corrode so you dropped it, no longer useful. At least the ravener’s blood hadn’t splash all over yourself or your clothes. 

You scrunch your nose for a moment, looking around. There were no signs of more demons but the night was still long until dawn. With a sight, you closed your coat to protect yourself from the cold wind and continued patrolling. 

A couple hours later, you headed to The Garrison. A drink or two wouldn’t hurt. 

The warmth of the pub welcomed you like a hug. You appreciated the cosy atmosphere, despite the noise of the drunk customers laughing and talking. So you headed to the bar, where you sat in one of the seats and rested your head on your hand. 

After a while, you felt the presence of someone next to you, so close that their arm was brushing against yours. Slowly, you turned your head and watched him through your eyelashes, blinking lazily. “Good night, Tommy.”

He nodded, watching you closely. “Long night?”

You nodded back. "You have no idea. By the way, I'm not following you, in case you were wondering. I just wanted to get something to drink," you said quietly.

Tommy chuckled and turned to the bartender. He ordered a couple of bottles and glasses before turning to you, placing his hand on your lower back. "Come with me, we can talk in a quieter place." 

Without removing his hand from your back, he guided you to the private room at the side of the pub. After closing the doors behind him, the noise was muffled and distant. You took off your coat and sat down on one of the seats, resting your head against the wall. Tommy sat by your side, watching you like someone does with an exotic animal. He lit a cigarette and started smoking in silence.

The small window opened, revealing the bartender with Tommy’s order. He got up to pick it up and left it on the table. Your eyes followed him, too tired to move.

"I'd like you to try something," he said, pouring a clear liquid into one of the glasses and setting it down in front of you. 

You grabbed the glass and brought it to your face, smelling the contents. "What is it?"

“Try it,” he replied, leaning back in the chair, never taking his eyes off your face. At your expression of rejection, Tommy rolled his eyes and took the glass from your grasp, brushing his fingers against yours and drinking it in one gulp. “It isn’t poisoned, see? I just want you to try it and give me your honest opinion.”

You had learned the hard way not to drink or eat things offered by strangers, more specifically if those strangers were fairies. One could never trust them. However, you had already ruled out the possibility of Tommy being a fairy, right?

"Okay, I'll try it."

Tommy poured another glass and slid it in front of you. You took a small sip and hummed softly.

"Well?" he asked, putting out the cigarette in the ashtray.

You shrugged. "It's sweet, I suppose," you said unconvinced. "I don't drink regularly, so I don't know. It's not bad." 

"Not bad..." he murmured.

You grabbed the bottle and turned it in your hands, looking at the label. "Gin," you read aloud, "distilled for the eradication of the seemingly incurable sadness... Shelby Company Limited, it’s your own gin?" 

"It's part of the business," he explained as he sipped his whiskey.

As you finished the contents of your drink, a sudden wave of warmth spread through your chest, so you rolled up your shirt sleeves. That night you had discarded your shadowhunter gear and had decided to wear a simple white shirt and trousers. You loved wearing pants, it made fighting much easier than a dress or a skirt. 

Actually, from a distance you could pass for a boy or a young man. If you had worn one of those peaked cups, you could infiltrate among the Peaky Blinders and they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. Up close you couldn’t fool anybody. Tommy was delighted in the way the pants hugged your waist as well as the dark runes spread throughout your body, barely visible through the thin fabric of your shirt. 

"Do you like horses?" he asked suddenly.

You watched him with a raised eyebrow and nodded slowly, finding the question quite odd. "When I was little and lived in Idris, we had a horse. I used to ride all the time, it made me feel like Boudica. Why do you ask?"

Tommy shrugged. "Have you ever been to the races?"

After seeing you shake your head, he slapped the table cheerfully. He seemed to be in a good mood. "Tomorrow I'll take you to the races. Wear something nice."

“Alright,” you agreed, laughing softly at his enthusiasm.

He sat closer to you, throwing an arm over the back of your seat. You suppressed a smile, men were so easy to read sometimes.

"So, you don’t ride anymore?" he asked after a while. The tips of his fingers began to brush against the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

You heaved a long sigh. "No. Unfortunately, I had to move to London a few years ago and it's not the same. In Idris I used to live in the countryside,  where I could ride freely, here I feel like I'm in a cage. Everything is grey, smokey and smells bad."

Tommy laughed. "I don't really understand what you mean about Idris but it sounds like a  good place. What made you come to London?"

You looked into his eyes, he seemed genuinely interested. Still, you looked away, focusing your attention on your hands.

"I'm a Nephilim, remember? A Shadowhunter," you saw Tommy nod out of the corner of your eye, "although we're all over the world, because there are demons everywhere, our home country is called Idris."

“I’ve never heard of it,” he commented, sitting a little closer to you.

"Of course, because it is non-existent for mundanes. It is located between Germany, France and Switzerland. Mundanes cannot access it, it is our sanctuary," you explained. "Years ago my parents were sent on a mission, it seemed like something routine and simple but they were ambushed and it didn't end well. They..."

Finishing the sentence wasn’t necessary because Tommy had understood. He squeezed your shoulder gently. "I'm sorry," he whispered.  

You looked at him with a frown. "Don't be sorry, that’s how life works. We are warriors, we must fulfil what has been entrusted to us since our creation, keep the Earth free of demons. Most Shadowhunters die young, that's how it is. We have been trained for it since we were children."

Tommy seemed surprised at the sudden vehemence of your words. Out of the blue, your face had become a hard facade, lacking the typical sparkle of amusement in your eyes. Instead, it seemed to have been replaced by a layer of grief and resignation. 

"They sent me to the London Institute to finish my training there and I stayed. I had nothing to return to in Idris," you said with a sad smile on your lips.

He closed the little space that separated him from you and pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes, tasting tobacco and whiskey. Then, you reached up and placed your hand on the back of his neck, where his hair was so short that it was barely there. Tommy grabbed your waist, pushing his tongue deeper in your mouth.

As you began to feel your crotch getting wet, you pulled away from him with a soft whimper and held his sharp jaw in your hand. “At what time will we meet tomorrow?" you asked in a whisper.

“Meet you here at five,” he muttered, staring at your lips hungrily. You released him, connecting your mouths again. 

An overwhelming feeling started to grow inside of your chest, so you got rid of his hands on your waist and stood up with fluid movements. You grabbed your coat and leaned to give him one last kiss. “See you tomorrow, Tommy.”

"Stay a little longer," he pleaded softly, trying to catch his breath.

You shook your head. A small smile threatened to peek at the corner of your mouth. It didn’t reach your eyes though. “I better get going, my night is not over yet,” you said, walking out of the room into the crowded pub. 

Tommy remained there as he watched you disappear without looking back.

[garvalhaminho]

forgot to post my thoughts while reading the first chapter of tlkof as someone who has only ever read tda and tid (translated from chaotic portuguese)

thais??? who??

dru likes learning by understanding how things work, relatable (SHE'S LITERALLY ME)

she's learning about downworlders and can ask magnus for help, but specifically cristina (the diva who loved studying faeries!!), mark and helen (icon) and kieran and i love that for her 💞 like yes give her one thing she can take advantage of

SHE'S GOT HER MOTHER ELEANOR'S JACKET !! I REPEAT SHE'S GOT HER MOTHER ELEANOR'S JACKET !!

not her dyeing her hair black (ate)

"thais always looked glamorous in her gear" 🤨 no look i know friends can find each other pretty and beautiful etc but when it's ya literature.....it's usually the censored version of "hot as fuck" JUST SAYING

DRU IS 5'3 YAAA WE'VE GOT THE SAME HEIGHT (i think, i'm not american)

i already love dru and thais's friendship 🫶 they match each others freak

dru trains to forget everything she's gone through 😭

oh already the preppy guys and fuckboys (mason hardcastle)

"dru and thais didn't need to ask each other; they knew already they'd be a team" awwww i already know i'm gonna love their friendship

paige ashdown when i see you in the street (no but like an ableist and fatphobic bully? i'll fight that fucker with my bare hands)

thais speaking portuguese in the middle of nowhere i love it

OH AND THE FUCKBOY IS HER EX AND HE SUCKS, if it was me and i had classes with him i'd literally throw myself off a bridge

dru inventing "sex crocodile",,, she's too iconic i fear

"nothing scared [dru}. nothing in a movie, anyway." babygirl 😭 i remember her like mentioning how she liked horror movies but the horror depicted would never be as bad as the real life horror she's experienced

dru still talks to kit 😭 no like imagine your sister still talks to your situationship of two weeks from three years ago, i'd jump off a bridge (yet again)

"there's no danger. we're on academy grounds" famous last words

"she tugged gently at a dangling lock in her friend's hair" THAT'S LITERALLY A MICROTROPE IN ROMANCE MOVIES

"she cursed silently, imagining every bad word she could think of and some she was pretty sure she'd just made up." let dru say fuck pleaseeee. just once. as a little treat, she deserves it

"she wondered for a moment if she should mention that her brother, mark, was the consort of the unseelie king" not her trying to use her connections

ASH SHOWING UP AND HUMILIATING THE LITTLE FAERIE MEN 😭 he slayed i fear

no yeah he's literally royalty he's literally a prince (get that bag girl!!)

dru thinking that ash's eyes were like the sea glass julian loved......oh how i love this family

"'how do you know my name?' she demanded. his eyes narrowed. 'you must be joking,' he said. 'you've forgotten? you can't have forgotten.'" of course she's forgotten a random guy she was with for two minutes three years ago, she has a life, YOU'RE just a SIMP

ash getting yelled at and reprimanded by his daddy or whatever but still literally helping his crush and sending her away to safety 🙏 and your man can't even text you back

julian and emma leaving london to take care of their child drusilla blackthorn

OH AND JULIAN'S GONNA NEED A LOT A THERAPY AFTER THREE BOOKS OF HIS KIDS GETTING THEMSELVES IN TROUBLE

he didn't even sleep during the three nights she was missing 😭

i fear i might become thais/dru shipper under the right circumstances

[im-out-of-it]

part 7 of season 2, episode 9 continued “bound by blood” AKA ALEC GOES OFF

107. it’s always funny to me that Luke thinks Maia will stay secluded and won’t get mad. you locked her in a small space knowing she’s scared of being locked in small spaces so of course she will be angry. Luke is also one of the dumbest characters thinking that an already angry wolf won’t be extra angry when you use those fears against her. Luke is just as bad as Jocelyn jace clary because he thinks he can make decisions for everyone because he knows what’s best for us all

108. ALEC HAS HAD ENOUGH

109. I knew this parallel would come in handy

110. Alec literally just took control and he did it so easily. THATS THEE SHADOWHUNTER WHOS THE BEST. Alec didn’t use any violence but just hit aldertree where it hurts

111. Alec: fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, I’ll blackmail you. what I love about Alec when he calls people out, is some of the time he says it in a calm voice. he’s not yelling it out like when he was mad at Magnus, but he’s just speaking super calm

112. that little smile of Alec’s when he’s called you out and he knows you’re done

113. Alec: you answer to me now. it literally makes no sense when Imogen made jace the head of the institute and not Alec- all because she’s related to jace, and the fact that Alec is dating a warlock. fucking prejudiced shadowhunter. and you know she would ignore jace if she didn’t know they were related. Jace got that position handed to him because he’s blood and because Alec is dating the most powerful warlock.

114. Magnus gifs I forgot earlier. I just love seeing the expressions on his face and how quickly they change

115. it’s sad that the whole shadow world is basically burning and Malec aren’t even speaking to each other. like Magnus is going to be helping madzie and Alec will be fighting in the institute. Alec doesn’t know where Magnus is and I doubt Magnus knows where Alec is. it’s literally the worst time to have a disagreement

116. other Alec gifs from this scene and the scene with Izzy I overlooked

117. aw aldertree is mad that he got called out

118. of course madzie is going to do what Valentine says. if the scary villain says this person is responsible for taking away her nana, then she’s going to do all she can to get her nana back. duh clary

119. wrapping up this episode- I like seeing how upset Alec is with Magnus because Matt shows how terrified he is that Izzy is hurt and he didn’t know so he couldn’t of done anything about it. Harry also does a wonderful job at subtly showing his emotions. from needing to tell Alec but worried how this will affect Raphael, shocked at Alec’s actions, and then scared because of Raphael and quickly showing support and tough love to Raphael. he’s stuck between supporting Alec and Raphael- Harry does a good way of subtly showing this. I love Maia calling Luke out because he needs a harsh wake up call. but I love seeing her expressions. Alec Magnus Izzy Raphael Maia have the best scenes, with an addition to madzie

120. what I hate and wish the show would have changed: the fact that it’s accepted how jace and clary kept this secret from downworld, when they had no right to do so. I don’t like how jace and clary think they are saviors to downworld when they’re not. I hate Luke in this episode and he should’ve paid more with how he let his wolves go anywhere near the institute. he shouldn’t have believed jaces word especially when it was never said that he’s the demon who can destroy the sword. he even says that we have to find the demon. Dot played in valentines hands like everyone (almost) is so stupid in this series because they believed everything a villain says. a villain who lies to get what he wants. Dot should’ve known better than to believe valentine.

I don’t like how the whole theme is we must save clary. I’m tired of seeing this pattern in CC’s content and the show should have handled this better. kill her off, I don’t care but I hate how this whole message is that clary’s life means more than a mundanes or downworlders life. there are so many better characters in this series than clary and jace and trust me, we would have survived. Jace and clary are not the heart of the series. Malec is, Izzy, Raphael, Simon, Maia, the downworld community. that’s the heart of the series.

it just irritates me how everyone has to worship and protect clary and jace asap. no one can ever be mad at them for long or they are seen as the villain. Alec has paid for so much and hasn’t done as much damage (but is treated so horribly and almost no one ever apologizes or attempts to make amends. Alec almost takes his life and Magnus is the only who is concerned. Aldertree just uses it as leverage.) but jace fucking plays in valentines hand and is responsible (partially yes) for the death of probably hundreds. and what does he get? no punishment. gets a fucking raise when it’s found out he’s actually a herondale. because in CC world, they can do whatever and are seen as superior. the lightwoods get thrown to the side in her books even if they are better. Jace doesn’t know a single bloody thing about ruling. he doesn’t think his decisions out because it’s only what jace or clary wants.

so if they would have toned down these themes, I think the episode could have been better. but it’s great with the emotions from Alec Izzy Maia Raphael and Magnus. they do it so exceptionally well. I’d give this episode a 6.5 rating because it’s good but it needed so much more work honestly. and I’m not a professional and this is just my opinion. but this felt closer to the book themes and I just don’t vibe with the books. the show had a chance to separate itself from the books and I didn’t see that here. and I’ve already gone off about luke clary and jace so I don’t feel the need to keep repeating myself. I think I made my point lmao

but 120 is the number and thank you for joining Malec is fighting so we are crying and can we stop making it about clary and jace 24/7 asap discussion post bitchfest shitposting debate!!!!!!! I’ll probably start the next one in a couple days and just release it all at nice like I did with this one. as always, I appreciate everyone taking the time and reading my nonsense and I will be heavily anti luke and anti CLACE on the next one, see y’all soon

[backpackingspace]

I have many feelings about the shadowhunter children and immortal downworlder dynamic. Like you have these ancient people "cornered" by these 14 year olds. They are demanding you're help. They are the children of your enemies and you know they have been trained to kill from birth trained to hate you from birth the 14 year olds think they are adults they way all young ones do but be shadowhunter standards they probably are, blooded in battle and all that. You've been silent for too long and the shadowhunters are getting ansy and you know they'll reach for a sword next. They're rude demanding the children of your enemies dangerous in their own right. And they're asking for your help and you are painfully aware that they are 14 years old.

[alexanderlightweight]

A group of downworlders choosing to trust in Alec over Clary, Izzy, and Jace. Alec getting recognition for 'his people' slowly but consistently improving relations, making compromises, and keeping promises vs pretty talk that promises the world but will strike you in the back for speaking against them.

Okay so like this went in such a different direction than I thought it would. I really don’t plan out the fics before I write them. Plots have never worked for me.

I see where the veins of the fic are going and try to flow along with them. So I’m not really sure how this ended up over 4k words of unplanned randomness but i hope you enjoy it

Like half of this fic was a complete accident.

—

Izzy seems shocked, the first time a seelie informant ignores her red lipped and heated smile.

Instead they head to Alec, and then stick by him. Watching the rest of the shadowhunters warily until Alec escorts them out of the institute and thanks them for their information.

“What was that?” She hisses and Alec doesn’t understand what is confusing for her.

“My job?” He asks, flatly but he offers the benefit of the doubt and when she sends him a glare and flounces her hair before stalking off, he squints in her direction. “I thought Izzy was still with Simon, is she looking for something new?”

“No idea, buddy.” Jace says but he also is looking a little putout and so Alec ignores it.

If he paid attention to every alarming thing his siblings and their entanglements did, he wouldn’t have time to breathe.

—

It happens again and again until even Clary is getting upset and Alec doesn’t get it.

“I’m more approachable! I have a better personality!” He hears Jace complaining at one point as Alec escorts a werewolf to Cat’s hospital so he can show her to the magical ward.

Alec once again ignores them as Izzy gestures to herself, “have you seen my outfit today?”

And Alec rolls his eyes because his siblings are ridiculous, thinking that people who are scared or in danger are going to focus on appearances.

And Alec knows he’s the least approachable looking, but that’s never been why he’s becoming the preferrence.

“Tell Magnus thank you.” The werewolf tells him, like it was Magnus who escorted her pregnant body to the hospital rather than Alec.

“I will.” Alec promises, because in all honesty, this has nothing to do with him and everything to do with Magnus.

He’s not being picked because he’s the most approachable or the strongest looking shadowhunter, or because of his personality. And he’s certainly not chosen for his position of authority.

Alec is picked because he’s Magnus’.

And Magnus will never allow what belongs to him to hurt what he protects.

And Alec works hard.

Not to be trustworthy himself, because it’s not his place to be.

He strives to never break the trust Magnus’ people have in Magnus.

The trust that Magnus put on the line when he declared Alexander a safe haven for his people.

And Alec will do whatever he needs to never, ever take this honor for granted, or to hurt Magnus by damaging it.

Because it isn’t that Magnus was declaring that Alec is friendly to downworlder.

He is declaring that he trusted Alec — Magnus’ Alexander — to never purposefully harm anything that was under Magnus' authority.

It’s not about Alec as a person.

It’s about what he means to Magnus.

And Alec is going to protect this, the strongest of Magnus’ declarations of devotion.

And if that means showing up at three in the afternoon to a traffic accident—

— half asleep and with pillow creases on his cheek from how quickly he got there —

— because when he’s being asked for specifically, by a very frantic werewolf who unsuspectingly went into labor in a cab, accidentally causing a crash and risking the exposure of the shadowworld.

Alec goes.

He leaves Magnus sleeping because Magnus has his own job and he trusts Alec to this.

Because a great deal of Magnus’ authority relies on his reputation and Magnus is not someone easily reached.

So Alec goes and he gets her there safely while his team covers up what caused the crash and then he activates his iratze so his fingers can heal as they’re broken and rebroken and he’s honestly relieved.

He’d rather have dozens of his bones broken over and over again than have to catch a baby from a stranger's vagina, but he would do it.

If he had to.

For Magnus.

“Oh thank fuck.” Alec barely manages to get out. He’s kneeling next to the werewolf, holding her hand with his jacket on the floor in case he needs something soft and cleanish.

Apparently they ‘had to wait’ which Alec thinks is hardly fair when her water broke while he was carrying her spasming and forcefully transforming body.

He is burning every article of clothing he’s wearing as soon as he gets home.

Alec gets to his feet and launches across the room, trying not to be too queasy.

“It’s not that bad.” Cat mocks him after the werewolf is magicked calm and wheeled away, and she is smirking at him.

“I wouldn’t touch a woman even if she had a dick.” Alec says dryly, because seelies have no shame and think threesomes should be offered like candy, “but it’s always so much worse when it’s that.” And Alec gestures with a grimace, “magical babies are so much less gross.” He mutters and Cat laughs, smooth and light and comforting after his trauma.

“Babies born from cannibalism, murder and soul destroying power are less gross?” She asks and Alec nods empathically.

“Cat, I have vaginal fluid over most of my body.” And Alec grimaces, “unless Magnus ever got bored of his genitals again, this was never going to be an issue I ever had to deal with. It’s part of our private vows.”

“Oh?” Cat asks like she’s humoring but Alec can tell by the sudden gleam in her tired eyes that she is thriving on his trauma.

“No traumatizing Alec with baby launching parts.” Alec paraphrases and he still feels a little lightheaded. “When Magnus asked me if I was willing to take vows that might set me against the clave, we spent months on it. Going over everything. Every pro and con. And Magnus promised me that while I might have to commit treason, I would never, ever have to deal with stuff like that.” Alec nods decisively, “I’m telling Magnus you kept his promise for him. And that you deserve a day away at the spa. Just the two of you, I’ll watch Madzie if you want.”

And Cat smiles at him, real and warm.

“You know, I didn’t think it would work. Magnus telling people you’d protect them in his stead if they could reach you.” Cat admits and Alec nods, just quietly pleased that she’s recently given permission for him to use her nickname. “But it seems that he’s getting wiser in his old years. Maybe it’s your youth that brings it out in him.”

“I’m going to tell Magnus you implied he is a cradle robber, again.” Alec says, but he’s fighting his own growing smile and Cat is grinning at him.

She reaches out slowly and Alec pretends to duck, butting into her hand like it’s an accident and she gets in a quick ruffle.

“I’d like that.” Cat admits, “if you remind him to bring the good stuff. Even magical spas have weak drinks.” She pauses and looks at him considerably and then adds, “Madzie would love to go to the aquarium again. She threw a fit—“ and when Alec raises a pointed brow Cat laughs and adds, “a very quiet fit, but still a fit. Apparently riding my shoulders isn’t the same as riding yours. She wants you to lift her so she can be up near the sharks and fish.”

And Alec nods, a soft smile on his own face even if his shirt is growing tacky and cold from the… disgusting evidence of new life.

It’s a slow thing, their friendship.

They’re always polite for Magnus’ sake but they both love him too much for it to be enough.

And they all love Madzie and she loves all of them, so they need a genial if not warm relationship.

But Alec is terrible at these things so he gratefully lets Cat lead the path of their friendship and he simply follows.

It’s a big deal for a downworlder. Letting a shadowhunter touch them or touching one. It’s a big deal, Cat letting Alec watch her daughter without Magnus.

Shadowhunters are born to be weapons.

Alec’s body, right down to his bone and blood, is designed and trained and tempered into pure danger.

And the clave doesn’t suffer their warriors to be sympathetic, or empathetic.

Alec’s bare hand is just as dangerous as any blade and unlike shadowhunters, who get to live and die and inflict more pain and trauma in a vicious cycle without consequences.

Warlocks have to live and remember and adapt to never getting justice and always watching the shadows for another glowing blade.

And Alec will never forget the pain in Magnus’ eyes when he explained why some nights, he has to ask Alec to wear a long sleeve turtleneck or a glamour over his runes.

The bad nights, where Magnus is troubled by memories and worried he’ll wake and see runes and think ‘enemy’ instead of ‘mine’.

And Alec stays still and pliable those nights. Covered up with fabric or magic and lets Magnus direct how much they touch and how far they go.

Magnus always marvels at his willingness to adapt to his needs.

And it only makes Alec want to do better, to be better and help heal every single hurt that life has carved into Magnus.

But he keeps his hands where Magnus tells him and he kisses as softly and adoringly as he can when he’s kissed and in the mornings, it’s a little better.

Alec stays still if he wakes first, letting Magnus set the pace for their day and canceling plans if needed.

And he waits to see if Magnus will go to the shower first or sit and slowly strip Alec.

They both always know Alec’s awake at that point, but Alec keeps his eyes closed and his breath even.

And Magnus slowly uses his magic or hands or both to bare Alec’s runes.

And Alec aches to hold Magnus, to thank him for loving Alec inspite of how painful it sometimes is, but Magnus doesn’t want to hear that.

It won’t help.

So Alec bites his lip and lets fingers trace over his runes as Magnus makes sure every rune is in its proper place.

Because even though they sometimes bring up old unhealed hurts, Alec knows that Magnus loves every part of him. Has proven it with mouth and words and kisses as he’s decorated and claimed each angelic mark.

So Alec doesn’t press, doesn’t promise.

He just nods, because this is supposed to be something nice, not stressful.

“I have several days where I'm allowed to be disconnected from the Institute.” Alec shrugs as he talks, “even my phone goes off and Magnus typically hits me with a spell that redirects fire messages. It’s rare but we worked out protocols for it after they almost ruined our anniversary. I can use one, for this.”

It’s a promise that Alec will ensure Madzie never has to see or meet or look at any shadowhunter Cat hasn’t personally vetted.

“You’re very accommodating about this.” Cat says instead of answering and Alec sighs and grimaces when he goes to rub his face and remembers what’s tackily drying on his hands.

“Not really. I mean, the institute isn’t what I would consider a vetted and safe place for her yet.” Alec sighs and closes his eyes, ignoring the hiss of magic and giving Cat a grateful smile as he feels the grime disappear.

He doesn’t like asking for favors and it would be awkward to make an official request for something so small to a newly budding friendship but the cleanliness is a relief.

“It could be years before I have enough respect and control and loyalty over every shadowhunter. It might never be completely safe. And I know you got her right after the event, you know what she was like. What she went through. What she was forced to do there. I don’t want her going there ever again unless we know that the worst she’ll get is a papercut because she tried to color my archives.” Because Alec still remembers how desperate Madzie was to save him, even being threatened and blackmailed and all because they’d shared a quiet smile.

“She’s been asking to visit you there.” Cat admits, “her therapist thinks she might need to walk through it. To process and get past that trauma. She’s not ready to talk about Rouse yet.”

And Alec sighs and he pinches his nose and is relieved when the pressure of his head ebbs a little.

“Okay.” He mutters, “okay I can work with this.”

Cat is giving him a weary but amused look, like she’s exhausted by reality but enjoying his attempts at fixing it.

“Okay. I need to have Magnus come check out the core. We never did a followup after the leylines. And it really is volatile, the clave has reports about it dating back months. I can order an official, clave sanctioned lockdown. It means only myself and my personal team are allowed out of our rooms. Everyone else is sealed into their own rooms with location monitors so sabotage can’t happen.”

Alec ignores the incredulous look he’s getting.

“A lot of shit happened because we didn’t have the right protocols and everyone ignored what we did have.” Alec admits roughly, “so I’ve changed a lot of things. The clave is tentatively letting me, since no one wants to outright argue after the last time they tried to sanction me.”

Magnus had been furious at the attempt and was Alec’s self-appointed advocate. Jia and Imogen both still wince when Alec mentions the love of his life.

“So, after your spa day. Because you’re definitely going to need one after whatever happens and she’ll need a good one before. We can do it. Issue a lockdown. Give Madzie enough time to process a walkthrough and then you’ll get her out of there so Magnus and I can actually do what we need.”

“And your team? Are they loyal? Do you trust them with her?”

And Alec looks at Cat and he grins, dark and feral and furious that he has to protect the child he loves from his own people.

“They know that if they so much as allow Madzie to be hurt in their presence, I’ll take the tripled equivalent of it out of their flesh.” And Alec grins even wider, his lips curling around his maw, “Mirai is my second-in-command and would sacrifice every member of our team and herself to preserve my life and authority. And they all know that I would sacrifice all of them for Magnus, for Madzie.” And he looks at Cat, whose loss would crush Magnus, “and for you.

“My team doesn’t love me, they respect me. They honor me. If they die they want it to be for my cause and in my stead. And it’s what I need, because love can be very fickle. You’ve never met any of them—“ because Alec knows that Cat is trying to ask if his siblings and Clary are a part of his personal team.

They are not.

“But they know the very basics of your identity and Madzie’s and why you’re so important to me. I’ll send you their files later. The unredacted ones.”

The ones even the clave doesn’t have.

“I’ll review it. But if I ask for it, will you be able to keep them away without tipping off anyone else?”

Alec nods, “they can stay in our war room if needed. It’s a new addition, Madzie won’t need to see it. Magnus can seal some of my energy to my tablet so you can use it and watch where each shadowhunter is. Will you need to bring her therapist with her? Magnus will have to trip the wards so their presence isn’t detected.”

The only other person who knows who Madzie’s therapist is, is actually Magnus.

Even Cat doesn’t know for sure.

Alec knows she vetted a group of shadowworld trauma specialists and then gave the only copy of the list to Magnus after they sealed a complicated geas that made her forget the contents.

There’s too much a risk of someone wanting the information Madzie has from Rouse and from Valentine.

So they keep it secret.

So that Madzie is safe.

“This is going to be so incredibly illegal.” Cat mutters but she looks relieved and a little less stressed despite how many clave rules they’ll be… bending.

“Even the portals from Idris go offline.” Alec tries to offer reassurance, “the risk of angelic power backlash is too much of a risk. If anyone catches on to your presence, we say we needed a healer on hand and you couldn’t get a babysitter. No one’s going to be stupid enough to press and not a single person is going to assume it’s happening because of Madzie or her therapy.”

And they wouldn’t because Cat had made her opinion clear on the subject of Madzie being any of the claves business.

Mainly that she was not in fact, their business.

And Magnus and Alec had backed her up.

“Okay. Let me talk to Magnus, and I think if we’re doing this, I'm going to change my mind. I don’t want to, but I think I will need to see all of your memories of her before she came to me.”

And Alec has to suck in a deep breath. Because he offered months ago and the option has been in limbo, Cat worried and unsure if it would help or make things worse.

The door to the maternity ward opens and Alec blinks, astonished that the baby is already born to interrupt their discussion.

Mother and child look thankfully clean, but Alec is still understandably wary as they’re wheeled over to him.

“Do you want to hold her?” The woman asks, eyes glowing as she smiles adoringly over her babe, “maybe Magnus Bane’s magic on you will bless her.”

“Is she—“ and Alec grimaces, “safe?”

And the new mother bares her teeth in offended disdain but Cat just snorts, “yes Alec, the baby is clean. You won’t have to touch ah, what was it you called it earlier, oh yes. ‘Baby launcher fluids?’ You won’t have to touch those again anytime soon.”

And Alec flushes because Cat is paraphrasing and then he’s being laughed at by two women and one of them got very intimate with him medically and the other emotionally.

He scoops up the baby, relieved that she’s clean and warm and healthy and he pets the soft downy hair.

“You’re going to grow up to be very strong.” He soothes as he rocks back and forth on his heels, “and maybe you’ll grow up to have a chocolate allergy but that’s okay. Unlike what Magnus insists, chocolate is not the superior flavor. And even if it was, you’re going to be able to taste sunshine on your tongue and see in the dark and—“ he watches the baby yawn and marvels as a little fist sleepily clutches his finger. “And Magnus is going to keep your home safe—“ he finishes, feeling a little lame because his brain is short circuiting at the strength in the little fist.

“Are all babies this strong or is it just werewolf and nephilim ones?” Alec asks before he can think better of it, he doesn’t see the amused looks pointed his way. He tries to wiggle his finger free but the baby’s face bunches up and Alec freezes.

“Cat—“ he whispers, “do magic. Quick. I can’t tell how much strength to use. What if I break her?.”

And Cat stares at him for a solid minute before she turns, leans against the wall and starts cackling.

Alec counts in his head, trying to keep his breathing as even and slow and possible. Babies are sensitive and if werewolf newborns are anything like nephilim ones, then they come with a set of instincts to protect them.

“Please take your baby back so I don’t wake her up or break her.” He whispers desperately and he gets instead a belly deep laugh and he pettily hopes she wakes up her own baby with all her damn howling.

He stands there, still as he can until Cat finally takes pity and rescues him.

However he’s still holding a grudge and he mutters to her, “you better remember to tell Magnus about what to bring yourself. I am going to conveniently forget.”

It doesn’t make him feel any better when Cat insists on opening a portal and then she shoves him through to the loft’s front door.

“Alexander?” Magnus asks sleepily when Alec finally gets into their room and Alec sighs, trudging over for a kiss before he remembers that magic aside, he’s not actually showered.

“I need sterilization.” He says and misses Magnus’ outstretched hand and startled gaze. Alec is too busy complaining to Cat via text that he can’t take a decontamination shower at Magnus’ and now he has to worry about infecting the loft.

She sends back twenty crying laughing emojis and a kissing heart and a middle finger emoji and Alec gives up.

“You're taking Cat out for a spa day.” He yells as he strips his clothes, still grumpy but sincere in his promises. “But if she asks you for the good stuff to drink, make her work for it!” Because Alec is learning to be petty right up there with Magnus, who is the best.

And Alec is a devoted student.

Alec is very content with himself as he uses his stele to draw a rune so his clothes begin to burn.

Magnus is standing in the doorway, staring at Alec in what he thinks might be shock when Alec finishes.

Which is fair.

Alec is still pretty shook himself.

“Clean first.” Alec promises, because in staying away he’s also denying himself kisses but he won’t subject Magnus to being equally infected.

And then Alec shuts the shower, draws a locking rune on the glass door for good measure and turns the water as hot as it can go.

Magnus is saying something muffled and Alec ignores the flare of his skin as it’s beaten by scalding angry water and just starts dumping bottles of soap over himself.

He manages to get what he feels is decently clean, and then Magnus is ignoring the locking rune, vanishing the entire shower door as he gets an arm around Alec’s waist and hauls him out of the lava masquerading as lava.

“What then actual fuck, Alexsnder?” His amazingly wonderful and incredibly magical Magnus is saying.

“Why is Cat sending me so many emojis? And what does she mean when she says you have occupational trauma?”

And Alec groans because he will forever be haunted.

“I love you.” He tells Magnus, “so much. But please, babe. I will literally happily go back to Edom or commit treason for you, but I cannot handle that again.”

Alec is too relieved at being clean to notice all the things he normally picks up.

So he doesn’t stop Magnus’ frantic call to Cat or Magnus’ horrified amusement at whatever she tells him.

“My poor, traumatized darling.” Magnus says and he presses his mouth to Alec’s forward.

Alec can feel his lips wobbling and he graciously ignores that it’s humor and not sympathy.

“I am.” Alec grumbles, tucking himself closer to Magnus, “traumatized. It was traumatic.” Alec lets out a little mournful sigh, “I really liked how much you liked me in those pants.”

“They could have been washed.” Magnus reminds him and Alec scoffs.

“They. Were. Contaminated. If I’d realized she was going to send me here, I would have refused. I wanted to decontaminate before I came home.”

“How about I draw us a bath?” Magnus asks and he kisses Alec’s shoulder. “

Alec nods and then sighs, “Magnus?” He asks and Magnus immediately makes a listening noise as he sets up the tub. “Can I have a full night's sleep before you never let me live this down?”

“I would never torment you with such a horrific experience.” Magnus lies, like the liar he enjoys being.

Alec gives a deep sigh and Magnus chuckles and kisses his forehead. “For your heroic actions in the face of such dangers, I will give you a full forty-eight hours and I won’t share Cat’s delightful puns until then.”

“How luxurious.” Alec mumbles and he’s falling back asleep, against Magnus and in the water.

Safe and clean.

[drusilla-carstairs]

Waittt I’m on a TWP tag bender and I saw your theory about Clary dying in it… you should totally elaborate more 😋😋 How do you think it’ll affect the characters around her??

I absolutely would love to elaborate on this post.

The way I see it, TWP has 3 main threats, as far as we know. There’s the Princes of Hell, Janus/The Seelie Queen (lumping them together because thematically they’re both entangled in Ash’s plot), and the Cohort.

We have already had quite a lot of set up for all three of these threats. I feel like thematically these three also represent the main three things that have plagued shadowhunters in every one of these books.

The Princes of Hell: Demons and demonic threats

Janus/The Seelie Queen: The downfalls of their relations to the downworlders, and their own corruption.

The Cohort: The fundamental issues with how Shadowhunter society has been structured.

I think a lot of people reading TDA hated the Cohort and Zara, because their views and actions constantly made things harder for the MCs, but overall, the Cohort has not been established as as big of a threat as it—and what it represents—really is.

Leading up to TWP I see a lot of people theorizing about the first 2 antagonist groups, but not the Cohort as much. Because right now they are literally stuck in Idris, and are more of a political threat than anything. I think to rectify this, around the second book of TWP, CC will cement the Cohort as a physically present threat that has to be overturned with the same urgency as The Princes of Hell. (I also think by book 2, the Janus threat will be mostly resolved, but I could be wrong with that).

The best way to do that is to have the Cohort fundamentally alter something that is core to this series. (Like killing Clary) I feel like TWP as a trilogy is set up to do that. It will change the status quo forever.

Killing Clary specifically is thematically relavent because 1) we just came from a death scare with her, so it would be all the more surprising, 2) Clary is the Cohort’s darling in their propaganda—they don’t really care about her, but her and her extra angel blood make her the poster child for their eugenics, 3) It would give Jace the option of turning out like Janus, something he will have to actively choose not to do.

It’s just a fun little theory/idea, I won’t be devastated if this doesn’t happen, it’s just something I could see happening. Plus we all know CC loves to end her second book in a trilogy with tragedy.

As for how those around her would react, we already kind of know from Thule, but it would be interesting to see how our universe TMI gang would change their reactions knowing how Thule turned out.

[threewaywithdelusion]

Alec Lightwood Not Giving a Single Fuck About the Law

(Spoilers! So many spoilers! For everything except Secrets of Blackthorn Hall, because I haven't read it yet)

I'm not too clear on what the Accords say about Shadowhunters policing Downworlders/what Downworlders are not allowed to do. But I'm pretty sure all of these must be illegal (or at least frowned upon):

Not reporting that Magnus started a joke cult that turned in a real cult that was killing people and worshiping a Greater Demon

Letting the person actually running said evil cult go free after they had captured her because he knew the Clave would execute her and even though Shinyun was literally responsible for several murders, he thought she deserved a second chance (and Magnus related to her, and Alec wanted to spare Magnus pain)

Never reporting Elliott of the New York Vampire Clan for literally everything he has done, including biting several Downworlders at a party, having multiple incidents with faerie fruit, "accidentally" biting 17 mundanes while under the influence (including at least one time where Lily had to stop him from killing the mundane in question), and cheating on two Selkies who then caused property damage in a fight with each other

relatedly, not reporting Mordecai, the faerie fruit dealer

(I just love this entire exchange: "As the current head of the New York Institute," Maryse said, with an attempt at firmness, "if there is illegal Downworlder activity happening, it should be reported to me." "I do not talk to Nephilim about Downworlder business," Lily said severely. The Lightwood parents stared at her, and then swung their heads in sync to stare at their son. Lily waved a dismissed hand in their direction. "Except for Alec, he's a special case.")

Watching Juliette, Werewolf Queen of the Buenos Aires Shadow Market, kill a Shadowhunter and just lightly suggest she try to take the Shadowhunters alive (and then not punish her in any way for killing that one guy)

Not reporting that Ragnor Fell had found a realm for the Greater Demon Sammael and also worked for him for a period of time (I don't think the Clave would care that Ragnor didn't had a choice because of the sventhorn)

Suggested in the final battle in Queen of Air and Darkness that an effective way to render opposing Shadowhunters unconscious would be to have vampires bite them and drink enough of their blood that they passed out

Protecting Marcy, the werewolf who transformed at a club during a full moon, and never reporting her for almost revealing the shadow world to Mundanes and injuring several of them

Breaking the Cold Peace several times by visiting several Shadow Markets, interacting with faeries, and pretending not to know about multiple illegal Shadowhunter-faerie relationships (Tian/Jinfeng and Mark/Kieran/Cristina)

Not illegal but probably seen as outrageous by other Shadowhunters:

marrying Magnus in Shadowhunter gold

traipsing into a hell dimension to save Downworlders

letting a vampire (Simon) drink his blood

offering his blood to a different vampire (Lily)

raising a Downworlder child as his own (and also training that child like a Shadowhunter)

raising a Shadowhunter child that has a Downworlder parent

Basically, Alec Lightwood is a badass and the fact that he went from the type of guy who said "sed lex, dura lex" to the man who did all of this is the reason he is one of my favorite characters ever

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

the shadowhunter chronicles ask game!

i've seen this for other fandoms and am interested in doing it for tsc too, so i'm compiling a 30-question list for people to use as an ask game!

which tsc series is your favourite overall? why?

which tsc series is your least favourite overall? why?

which tsc book is your favourite?

favourite short story collection?

favourite short story in any collection?

who is your favourite main girl (tessa, cordelia, clary, or emma?)

who are your top 3 characters overall? why do you love them?

who is your #1 god-tier all-time fave character? gun to your head, you can only choose one. don't be waffly.

favourite modern-day tsc character and why? (not immortals.)

favourite historical tsc character and why? (again, not immortals.)

who is your favourite antagonist?

do you prefer the modern or historical side of tsc?

who is your favourite tsc pet? (church, chairman meow, oscar, etc)

who is your favourite shadowhunter?

who is your favourite downworlder?

what is your favourite type of downworlder?

tell me your favourite tsc ship and what you love about it. you can choose 2 if you so desire, but no more.

tell me your favourite platonic pairing and what you love about it.

tell me about your favourite sibling set and what you love about them.

which character do you most relate to/identify with? (does not necessarily need to be your #1 fave)

which character do you think you would be good friends with? (does not necessarily need to be your #1 fave)

are there any popular characters you just don't care for?

are there any unpopular characters you absolutely adore?

london institute, new york institute, or los angeles institute?

you can spend one day with a character of your choosing. who are they and what are you doing together? (does not necessarily need to be your #1 fave)

you can choose to own any one item that exists in the tsc world. it will not function in our world and will only serve as a keepsake. what are you taking?

would you permanently hop into the shadow world if you could?

do you have any tsc merch? what is it?

have you ever met cassie?

have you made any close friends in the tsc fandom?

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Alec when he apply for Consul and start discussing improving Downworld relations aka marrying Magnus Bane

In Alec’s defense, bagging Magnus Bane is a big achievement 🤭

[lurafita]

Does make my brain itch about canon divergence where Magnus really does not want to get involved. (not even for the pretty shadowhunter). And then it's kinda like: "I will help you this once! And then you leave me alone." - but, they are at his door again pretty much the next day -

Magnus had started out hopeful that one day, better relations between the shadowhutners and the downworld could be build. That things would change and grow. And examples of open minded shadowhunters, of good ones, of ones who were fair, and just, and non-racist, had been there over the centuries. But the more Magnus trusted in these kind of men and women heralding the change in their society, the more he was disappointed of them just being the exception to the rule. And after the circle, after witnessing, once again, how the clave handles their own in contrast to how it handles the downworld, he decided that he has had enough. He steps down from his position as high warlock (he will always help his fellow downworlders, but he won't be a go to for the local institute anymore. Let Lorenzo do it, as the younger warlock seems to think of it as a position of status) He turns away Jocelyn Fairchild when she knocks on his door, telling her to either return to her ilk, or find another warlock to do her bidding. And while for some time, shadowhunters still try to hire him, (he is one of the most powerful warlocks alive), after some firm rebuffs, they give up. Even his club, Pandemonium, is no longer accepting of those who bear runes. The specilized wards barr entry for the angels' chosen. Life is peaceful for the warlock. (If maybe sometimes lacking a sense of adventure) Until one day, a particularly persistent young, red haired woman, and her seeming entourage of shadowhunters, come knocking at his door. Again, and again and again.