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[theannoyingmosquitoinyourroom]

[mistygreenwoods]

Au where Porter ascended long before Jace was alive. Lonely and embittered that the very domain he sought to claim has left him exhausted and tired.

Did this feeling of contempt for his own hubris happen all at once? no. I don't think he would have the self awareness to be able to name his own drying passions. And maybe this confusion fuled his anger.

For a decade or so.

But sooner or later the centuries turn rage into a dull preformative thing. Had his own anger ran dry before or after the realities of being a war god settled in? Who is to say, Porter himself can not remember. But blood shed, slaughter, grew monotonous--horror becomes dull with time. Time in which Porter grew to miss the students that once flocked to him, and longed for the simple days where he would sit back and watch the sun rise over the training field. How his fingers ached but satisfaction lined his heart. Pride. In himself. In what he thought he would accomplish.

The sun rise no longer brings hope.

Porter remembers being a man, and it must be a curse he cannot shed this mortal comprehension, the price he had to pay for his stolen divinity.

Time drags. Years. Decades. Centuries.

The sight of young children laid discarded and strewn on the battle field grow contemptuous. The brutalities no longer appeal to him, not when they are done in his name. He starts to answer less and less prayers.

His followers seek bloodshed, but he can not answer their call with anything but superficial graces. They grow discontent, seeking to arouse his attention.

They devise a method to attract his attention or perhaps his eye had long since been caught.

Jace Stardiamond, with a rage fit to swallow the sun.

Life as a god doesn't seem so dull anymore.

[kar-krashew]

life could be a dream [AO3]

Alec navigates first dates, second dates, and general panic, while accidentally making a friend along the way. He's not sure how to feel about any of that, but it seems to be going okay.

Rated T for language and implied sexual content.

@arsenic-creator for you, my lovely ❤ This is an interlude, of sorts, between the Cars AU and the planned Cars 2 AU :D

Alec is ninety percent sure whoever came up with the concept of first dates was a sadist; who else would devise a concept so nerve-wracking and excruciating? Currently, he’s in a random hotel in Spiral Springs, aptly named as he’s spent the last hour spiraling into insanity as he tries to figure out what normal people wear on first dates with people like Magnus Bane. He can’t even call Izzy, because she’s off on some “important work trip” with Jace. (That basically means that they’re going to be mysterious and vague during phone calls the whole time— and that’s only if they answer. He knows better than to ask.)

Thus, Alec has two options: suffer, and show up to his first date with Magnus in his normal shitty worn-out jeans and shirt, or suffer more, and ask someone in town for help. Unfortunately, the only other people available to him are Raphael (Alec is pretty sure he’d be found dead the next morning if he asked Raphael about dating advice), Ragnor (the man dresses like a reclusive British hermit, Alec really doesn’t think asking him will help), and Simon.

Shit.

“Do I really need someone else’s help?” Alec asks his own reflection in the mirror, “I look fine, right? And it’s not like Simon’s got a better idea of how these dates work.”

He looks great, honestly! Probably. He’s fine, as long as he ignores the suspicious fraying of his collar and the faded white patches on his jeans, and okay, he lied, he does not look fine.

Also, Simon’s had like three pretty steady girlfriends already. The kid must be doing something right.

“Shit,” Alec groans again— out loud this time, for intended effect— before taking a deep breath and grabbing his phone.

Fine. If it takes talking to Simon, he’s going to talk to Simon. Besides, how bad could it be?

---

Really bad. Like, really fucking bad; Alec had forgotten how annoying Simon is, and he’s regretting this decision wholeheartedly now.

“No one’s really asked me for dating advice before, you know,” Simon says from where he’s rummaging through Alec’s suitcase, “And of the people I would expect to ask me, you’re, like, last on that list. Not in a bad way or anything, it’s just weird, you know?”

Alec does know. This is the third time Simon has said this.

“Sure, totally,” he grits out, watching Simon carelessly toss his neatly folded clothing onto the hotel bed. Alec is going to have to reorganize the whole case after this is over, because these sorts of things have systems and the kid is ruining it. This was definitely more trouble than it’s worth.

“Yep. Anyway, wow, I’m no expert, but you really don’t have a lot of options in here.” Simon whistles, pauses for a minute, then upends the entire suitcase onto the mattress before Alec can intercept. God, Alec’s going to strangle him. “That’s better! So, you seem to only have, like, one decent button-down, and those always look nice. Maybe pair it with a tighter pair of jeans? Your jacket would look nice with this, too, though I’d leave it out in this weather.” Simon tosses the articles of clothing towards Alec as he speaks, hitting Alec squarely in the face, but he’s already been distracted by something else before he can register the glare being sent his way.

“Okay,” he says after another moment, “Show me what you got.”

Alec’s skeptical, to be frank, but he decides to indulge Simon anyway, so he heads to the bathroom and tries on the outfit and—

Oh.

Simon’s really not bad at this thing. Izzy probably could’ve picked something a little more flattering, but this is way better than whatever Alec was wearing earlier; he didn’t even know he’d remembered to bring this shirt when he’d packed his bags.

“Hey, man, you look great!” Simon beams. “I wasn’t totally sure that would work out, but you look awesome! Magnus is going to love it.”

“Thanks, Lewis,” Alec replies, and he’s surprised to realize he means it. Simon’s grin stretches out wider, somehow, and Alec doesn’t even feel that annoyed.

(Oh no, does this mean he tolerates Simon now?)

“It’s gonna go great, Alec, don’t worry about it,” Simon responds, oblivious to Alec’s internal turmoil— Alec is seriously having a breakdown over the fact that Simon has somehow made it onto the short list of people Alec doesn’t want to punch on sight, because what the fuck does that say about Alec’s standards? His reputation is on the line. “Magnus has lived here for a while, which means I know him well enough to tell you that you make him really happy.” Alec stares at him blankly.

“I— That means a lot, actually,” he manages, then they both just kind of. . . stand there for a minute. Alec isn’t sure how to process the fact that they seem to be having a moment when he was preparing to initiate anti-Lewis measures just seconds ago, so it’s almost a relief when Simon ruins it with the next thing that comes out of his mouth.

“I feel like a proud mother sending her kid to prom. Do I need to give you a sex talk? No one actually gave me that speech when I was younger, but I did improv in highschool, so I could probably work something out.”

Scratch whatever he said earlier; Alec hates him.

---

The trauma Simon inflicts on him is almost completely worth it when Alec sees the way Magnus checks him out for a moment. The other’s standing outside the entrance to some obscure Chinese restaurant, smiling warmly and turning Alec’s knees to jello with his low-cut blue tunic and shimmery eyeliner (not helped by the fact that he has managed to find pants that are even tighter than his usual leather ones— Alec’s going to die of a heart attack before they can even enter the establishment).

“Hey,” he says, trying not to look stupidly overwhelmed at Magnus’s answering smile, “You, uh, you look amazing.”

“I could say the same, Alexander. This shirt is definitely doing you favors,” Magnus replies, and Alec blushes.

“Would it be completely unattractive if I admitted Simon picked it out for me?” he asks, half-serious, but Magnus just laughs, taking Alec’s hand in his own.

“Of course not. Remind me to thank him next time we meet.”

The rest of the night goes by in a blur: Alec’s sure that the restaurant and everything was amazing, but it’s hard to notice things like ambiance and food when one has a front row seat to the wonder that is the gentle tilt of Magnus’s mouth. He spends the night being regaled with far-fetched anecdotes in between shameless bouts of flirting and giggling, and it’s nice, it’s really nice; alone, away from cameras and parents, just the two of them tucked away in a cozy little corner booth together.

It’s kind of the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to him.

Maybe first dates, Alec thinks, lying in bed later that night, the taste of lip gloss still faint on his tongue, aren’t too bad after all.

---

“Oh my gosh, are you going on dates and making friends? I’m so proud, my baby brother is all grown up,” Izzy sniffs over the phone, “Do we need to talk about safe sex?”

“Why is that the conclusion everyone draws? Do I look that repressed?” Alec groans, thinking back to Simon’s earlier pursuit to educate him on the carnal pleasures of the world. He’d managed to cut the kid off after the first use of the word “penetrative,” but it had been enough to fuel his nightmares for a solid two days afterwards. “Also, I’m older than you.”

“Details,” Izzy dismisses. “Speaking of which, spill! How was it? I still can’t believe you ran off to Spiral Springs without telling anyone. Mom must be absolutely livid, I just wish I was there to see it.”

Alec rolls his eyes, even though she can’t see it over the phone— the sentiment is there, and that’s what matters. “You would be here to see it if you weren’t off doing lord-knows-what in god-knows-where every other week with Jace,” he replies.

“Import-export business, Alec,” Izzy says, “I’ve told you this.”

“Right, the same way you’ve told me you can cook without poisoning everyone. We both know it’s a load of bullshit.”

“We’re getting off topic!” his sister exclaims, which is Izzy-speak for “We’re not talking about this for another year or so,” as she artfully changes the subject. “I believe I asked for specifics about your date with Magnus, hermano. You are not getting out of this.”

Luckily for her, Alec is easily distracted by even the vaguest thought or mention of Magnus, because he’s a total fucking sap and Izzy knows exactly how to use it to her advantage. He would say he hates her, but, well: he’s thinking about Magnus now. That’s infinitely more important, obviously.

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” he sighs. The exhale’s got this kind of pathetically lovesick quality to it, but he barrels on, praying Izzy won’t comment on it. “We ate, then he walked me back to the hotel and kissed me at the door before he left. It was amazing. God, Izzy, I like him so much.”

In a perfect, normal world, this would be an opportune time for Izzy to realize that Alec is kind of horribly vulnerable and honest when it comes to Magnus, and for her to be gentle and supportive about it. However, because normalcy is a pipe dream that Alec’s siblings are hellbent on crushing, he is treated instead to an inhumanly high-pitched squeal, followed by frantic shuffling before a voice that sounds suspiciously like Jace’s floods the phone speaker. Given that the most-definitely-Jace-voice is currently yelling something about condoms and endowment and the logistics of same-sex intercourse, Alec decides that hanging up is the appropriate course of action here.

(God, they’re the worst. He’s never going to talk to them again. Or at least, he’s not going to pick up their calls for the next week. Okay, maybe, like 3 days. Probably.)

Great, he thinks, mentally patting himself on the back. Now that that’s settled, he can get back to other matters, like fucking losing his mind because he had totally forgotten to ask Izzy how to plan a second date so he’s now screwed but he’s definitely not calling her back especially now that he knows Jace has her phone and that means he’s been left to his own resources to plan the perfect second date for Magnus and he’s going to have to do it all by himself and he’s going to fail spectacularly because he’s never had to do anything like this before and no one can help him unless—

Unless. . .

“Shit,” Alec says— out loud, for intended effect again, as a horrible flash of deja vu strikes him— which is how, minutes later, Simon ends up sprawled out on the hotel bed next to him at 4 pm on a Wednesday afternoon.

Alec should really start looking into better coping mechanisms before this becomes a problem.

“Okay, so the first thing about this is that you’re approaching it all wrong,” Simon says, sitting up to peer at Alec over his glasses. “Dates are about spending time together, not about being perfect, so don’t stress! What did you initially have in mind?”

That’s the issue: Alec didn’t have anything in mind, because when he had said that he’d organize the next date, he wasn’t exactly operating on full brain function. Impaired thought processes tend to be a common side effect around Magnus, now that Alec thinks about it— he should probably get that checked.

“I really have no clue,” Alec groans. “There’s so much that could go wrong! What if I take him somewhere that reminds him of his ex? Or I stumble and spill slushie all over his shoes and they’re brand new designer ones and he ends things with me on the spot? Or he hates the food there and realizes that my tastes are shit and he decides to cut his losses instead of being forced to eat shitty food everyday that he hangs out with me? Or—”

“Alec, jeez!” Simon interrupts. “Man, you’re kind of a mess about this, huh?”

Okay, rude. Just because it’s true, doesn’t mean it needs to be pointed out. Alec just groans louder, and lets his head fall heavily against the headboard. “I’m so fucked.”

Simon shakes his head, standing up to pose solemnly. “Don’t lose hope yet, young padawan! Come on, you gotta have something. What do you know he likes?” he says, and because Alec is a sucker when it comes to talking about Magnus (as established earlier), the tactic totally works.

“Okay, well,” he starts, “I know he likes expensive wines with names I can’t pronounce. He likes late nights and old classical music, but his ringtone changes every week to a different Britney Spears pop song. He’s kind of a horrible romantic, but I really like that about him. I. . . like a lot of things about him.”

Simon blinks for a moment, and Alec hurries to wipe the besotted smile that’s inevitably found its way onto his mouth. It’s too late, though— Simon’s already grinning back at him, looking too excited for his own good. “That’s so cheesy,” he coos, “But in, like, totally a good way, I promise.” He pats Alec’s shoulder, once, then stands up. “I think I have an idea of what would work. Any ideas in terms of the venue?”

“Oh,” Alec says after a moment. He’s still thinking about Magnus, which means he’s thinking about their previous meetings, which means he’s thinking about—

“Yeah,” he replies, “I have the perfect place in mind.”

---

“So, where are we headed?” Magnus asks. He’s beautiful like this, in the light of the passing streetlights, silver chains glinting like stars, silk tunic flowing like water, hair mussed from the wind. If Alec didn’t have a plan for this evening, he’d probably do something very dumb like slamming the breaks on the car and kissing him senseless. It’s not the first time he’s had the thought, not by a long shot.

Maybe he can fit that part later into the evening.

“You’ll see,” Alec replies, beaming a little at the pout it brings on Magnus’s— stupidly kissable— mouth. “It’s meant to be a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises,” Magnus frowns, but he still leans forward as they pass by a familiar waterfall. Alec can see the moment he processes what that waterfall means, his face lighting up completely as he does so. “Are we going to the Dumont?”

Alec shrugs, trying to be mysterious, but he’s grinning too wide for it to mean anything but a yes. It’s fine; if ruining the surprise means that he gets to see Magnus’s bright smile an extra few moments earlier than planned, it’s totally worth it.

When they finally pull up next to the old sign, Magnus has already noticed the changes to the hotel. “Oh,” he gasps, stepping out of the car, “Alexander.”

Lights are strung up around the outdoor courtyard, with a singular table in the center, a candle and plates arranged across its surface. Simon’s standing there, dressed in a black dress shirt, grinning at the two of them as music plays softly from some unknown corner. It’s horribly cheesy and romantic, and, judging by the way Magnus is excitedly clutching Alec’s hand as they approach the table, it’s worked like a charm.

Alec could marry Simon after this; the kid’s a fucking genius.

“Good evening, sirs!” Simon grins, “Welcome to the Hotel Dumont. We’re so glad you could join us this evening.” He bows, pulling out a chair from behind him, and Magnus laughs delightedly.

“This is absolutely lovely!” he exclaims, settling down. “Did you come up with all this?”

Alec blushes, sitting down right beside him. “Well, Simon did most of the work,” he replies, and Simon shakes his head.

“He’s totally lying; he did, like, all of the decorations and set up, and most of the plan, too. I’m just glad to be of help, man.” He hands them menus, then steps back. “Alright, I’ll leave you two alone for a moment while you decide. Don’t do anything too scandalous!”

Alec rolls his eyes— because really, what could they get up to sitting like this?— but then Magnus places his hand on Alec’s thigh as he leans closer and okay, maybe there’s a lot they could get up to, and maybe Alec is now thinking about all those things in a setting he really should not be, and maybe he should’ve let Izzy give him that talk after all.

“Alexander,” Magnus smiles, leaning closer still, “All of this is amazing, I don’t know how to thank you enough.” He tilts his face up invitingly, and Alec’s helpless to the pull of it, pressing his lips against the other’s. It’s supposed to be just a light brush, but then Magnus shifts nearer and opens his mouth up a little further and fuck, Alec’s libido is suddenly making a desparate appearance in this very public locale. That’s an issue, probably. Whatever. He can’t really bring himself to care right now.

“Mm,” he hums between kisses, “we should really decide on what to eat— hm, before Simon comes back,” but then he chases after Magnus’s mouth right after saying it, so that undermines the message a little. Though no one can really say it’s his fault: kissing Magnus is temptation incarnate, and Alec is a weak, weak man.

They do, eventually, unfortunately, break apart, which is exactly when Simon finally shows up with some expensive drink that he’d sworn Magnus would like. It seems to fill the has-an-impossible-to-pronounce-name quota that Alec had mentioned earlier, so he’s rolling with it. He’s also rolling with the menu, because Alec had planned on pre-planned meals for this thing, so he has no clue where Simon had managed to get proper menus with a selection of food (though the Spanish-themed cuisine on the menu and the passive-aggressive text he receives the next day from Raphael might be able to explain that).

Simon’s left them and they’re finally finished with their courses when some even sappier song starts playing on the speakers, and Alec, being a total dork, stands up and invites Magnus to dance with him. Alec’s kind of shit at dancing, so he’s not sure why he does that, but they end up pressed against each other, swaying slowly, and he can’t even regret it, not even when Magnus laughs at him for stepping on his toes.

It’s perfect. Alec has no clue how he’s going to live up to this on future dates. He’s also, like, halfway to proposing on the spot.

“I reiterate my statement from earlier: this is absolutely lovely, Alexander,” Magnus murmurs after a while. His head’s pressed against Alec’s shoulder, so the words brush Alec’s ear softly as he speaks. “I have quite a bit of planning to do for our next date if this is the standard we’re setting already,” he teases.

“We could eat takeout on my couch while watching some boring regency-era movie and I’d still love it,” Alec replies bashfully, “I got a little nervous this time and went really big, but I promise you don’t have to go this hard to impress me.”

“And you thought you did?” Magnus asks. He pulls away slightly, looking Alec in the eyes. “Darling, the same goes for me. This is stunning, but I genuinely just like you and your company, and that takeout thing sounds more than enjoyable. Though we might have to revisit your opinion on regency-era movies.”

Alec grins. “Why, Mr. Bane, don’t tell me you enjoy watching such long-winded pieces of media, filled to the brim with such stuffy, superfluous dialogue?”

Magnus gasps, seemingly affronted. “How dare you!” he exclaims, “It’s about the drama, the yearning! I’m sure you just haven’t seen the right ones. Next time, I’m making you watch my entire collection.” Alec laughs in response, and it seems to soften something in Magnus’s eyes, because he pulls close again, tilting their foreheads together.

“You know, Mr. Lightwood,” he murmurs, “I’m not the sort of gentleman to invite someone into my home on only our second evening together, but I’m sure I could make an exception for someone of your stature, especially given the amount of time we’ve spent together outside of these official meetings.”

Oh fuck, this is really happening. “How scandalous, Mr. Bane,” Alec somehow manages, then Magnus is giggling and kissing him, and yeah, Alec is so on board with this plan. He’s even more on board with the plan when Magnus leads him to the car, and then leads him up the stairs to his loft.

He’s not even annoyed when he wakes up to Simon’s strangely supportive “Congrats on the sex!” text, because there’s a man lying against his chest who he thinks he could easily fall in love with, and literally nothing else matters right now. It’s him and Magnus against the world: everything else can wait.

(Alec replies to Simon with a single middle finger emoji. He likes the kid, but Simon doesn’t need to know that.)

(The Star Wars movie marathon the two of them end up doing a week later kind of gives it away anyway.)

[marauder-level-chaos]

In A World Like That Ch. Two

Magnus and Alec have been pushed into their TWI roles by a meddling demon who feeds on their happiness. It puts them in a deep sleep and the only way to get out there is to find each other in TWI and fall in love. If they can do that, they will automatically fall out of the magical slumber the demon has placed them under. Otherwise, they fall into an eternal sleep. It’s upto Malec to find their way back to each other. It is set after the TWI episode in the show, so they have met each other once already. Here is the masterlist. My AO3: malecplusotherthings

A/N: I also sprinkled like a lot of parallels between real world malec and TWI malec here and there because I am an absolute sucker for parallels.

Warnings: swearing, TWI characters, angst obviously, some fluff, slight show divergence, suggestive dialogue

Ever since Magnus had met that man with the black hair and the shiny blue eyes, something Lightwood, all sense of normalcy had disappeared from his life. He often found himself distracted or unfocused. A man he had met only once before had had such a captivating effect on him. There was so much about this man that was confusing him. And yet, Magnus couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to see him again. Why would somebody so attractive be interested in a man like me in the first place? Catarina had warned him saying that this blue-eyed stranger was known to be a flirt. That he had broken many hearts before, and will break Magnus’ if he wasn’t careful. Maybe she was right. Hell, Magnus didn’t even know his first name. But how can somebody so pretty be so cruel? Magnus was very rudely brought back to reality when the phone by the cash register rang rather loudly.

“Bane’s Antique Store, how can I help you?” he said, still distracted.

“Magnus, right? Hi, I’m Alec. Alexander Lightwood. I was in your store the other day and I must say some of your pieces are extremely gorgeous. Do you think you could come down by the Institute and maybe help me decide on a few?” Fuck. Magnus recognized the name Lightwood as the Institute’s lead marketing agent. Also known as Magnus’ blue-eyed stranger. His voice was flirty, as it had been the first night they had met. Suddenly, all of Catarina’s warnings about being careful exited Magnus’ brain.

“I...uh,” Magnus cleared his throat. “I’ll be there, Mr. Lightwood.”

“As sexy as that sounds coming from you, Magnus, please call me Alec. I’ll see you in the evening.” With that, Alec put down the receiver, leaving a blushing Magnus on the other end.

“Who was that?” Catarina asked. Magnus just shook his head in response.

Evening could not have arrived fast enough for Magnus. Much as he tried to fight Catarina on it, there was no denying that he was indeed crushing on Mr. Lightwood - sorry, Alexander. From what Magnus had seen, Alec was almost always immaculately dressed. There is not a single hair out of place on that boy. Magnus, despite trying his best to match that, could only come with a white button-down shirt paired with his black skinny jeans and a matching pair of converses. His thick black-rimmed glasses complimented the look perfectly. With a final look in the mirror, Magnus left for the Institute.

The closer he got to the Institute, the more his nervousness increased. He took a deep breath as he paused in front of the large familiar gates. Well, too late to turn back now, Magnus. Calming himself down, he opened the doors and stepped inside the Institute, looking around for the man who had called him here in the first place. Scanning around the room, Magnus finally saw Alec. He was wearing a well-fitted blue shirt that accentuated his eyes with dark acid-wash jeans. His tall frame was resting against an expensive looking desk. If only I could be that desk. Alec must have seen Magnus standing there because he was now making his way over. Magnus quickly dusted his shirt and smiled at the taller boy.

“Magnus?” Alec asked, smiling back. Magnus nodded.

“Hello, Alexander.” Magnus corrected himself. “Alec.”

“Oh no, please, keep the Alexander. I like the way you say it.” Alec said, winking at him. Magnus blushed at that, which earned him a smirk in return. “Come on then, let me show you around the Institute.”

As Alec was showing him around, Magnus couldn’t help but sneak glances at him. He was sure he even caught Alec looking back at him a few times. Magnus still wasn’t fully confident that somebody who looked and dressed like a fucking model would ever be interested in the likes of him.

“You could have had anyone do this for you. Why did you ask for me?” Magnus said, before he realised that he had, in fact, said that out loud. The words just fell out of his mouth, before he had a chance to control them. FUUUUUUUUUCK. Alec almost immediately turned to face Magnus, with two drinks in his hands. He offered one to Magnus.

“Well, why’d you come?” Magnus could say nothing much, but stare at the man standing in front of him. “I wanted to see you again. I trust you, Magnus. I don’t know why but I do.”

“I-I have to go. I’ll, uh, send you my feedback.” Magnus quickly gathered his things and fled the Institute, his heart still pounding against his chest. Alec’s sudden candidness had caught him off guard and left him at a loss for words. Until I see you again, Alexander.

***

Alec had spent the last two hours laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had invited Magnus to the antique exhibition a few days ago but they had missed each other. Normally, Alec would have given up after that, but there was something about Magnus that made Alec want to see him again. He sighed as he tried to devise a plan to attract Magnus’ attention. He suddenly sprang from the bed, his ocean blue eyes twinkling. Simon, who happened to have been watching all of this for quite some time, raised an eyebrow in question.

“Do I even want to know?” He asked, despite his better judgement. Alec just waved a hand to shush Simon and dialed the number to Magnus’ store.

“Bane’s Antique Store, how can I help you?” He assumed the voice on the other end to be Magnus’.

“Magnus, right? Hi, I’m Alec. Alexander Lightwood. I was in your store the other day and I must say some of your pieces are extremely gorgeous. Do you think you could come down by the Institute and maybe help me decide on a few?” 

“I...uh, I’ll be there, Mr. Lightwood.” Alec sucked in a breath at the use of that name.

“As sexy as that sounds coming from you, Magnus, please call me Alec. I’ll see you in the evening.” Alec quickly cut the phone and smirked at Simon, who shook his head.

“So much for not pining.”

“Hey! I was not pining. I’m just trying to get to know him better.” That was a lie. Alexander Lightwood was most certainly pining, a feeling that was very new to the young man. What are you doing to me, Magnus Bane?

By the time evening came around, Alec had attired himself in some of the finest clothes he owned. He made his way to the lounge, where the rest of his friends had already gathered. He frowned as he made his way over to them.

“Hi, Alec.” They said in unison.

“Jace, Simon, please definitely take this the wrong way. What the FUCK are you doing here?”

“Well, Si said you were pining again so I had to come see it for myself. It’s hilarious what this boy has done to you.” Alec simply rolled his eyes at them, keeping his attention locked at the front entrance.

“What are you going to do if he doesn’t show up, Alec?” Jace asked.

“Well, then I guess I’ll have my answer.” Their conversation was cut short, however, when Alec caught the eye of a young boy in glasses and a button-down shirt. Magnus. Alec immediately left the corner his friends were standing in and made his way over to Magnus. Magnus shot Alec a smile that made his heart jump. Composing himself, he smiled back.

“Magnus?”

“Hello, Alexander. Alec.” There was something about the way Magnus said his name that seemed to have taken away Alec’s abilities to function.

“Oh no, please,” Alec finally found his voice. “Keep the Alexander. I like the way you say it.” Blush tinted Magnus’ cheeks and Alec seemed very pleased with himself.

“Come on, then,” Alec added. “Let me show you around the Institute.”

As they were traipsing through the Institute, Alec noted several occasions where he had caught Magnus staring at him. Although he had to admit, he had been staring too. It’s the eyes. They’re so fucking intense. Alec had never felt this way about anyone. Sure there had been many passing flings, but even Alexander knew that this was more than that. He shook his head ever so slightly and carefully poured out two drinks.

“You could have had anyone do this for you. Why did you ask for me?” Magnus’ voice came from behind him. Alec spun around almost immediately. Magnus’ face indicated that he had not meant to say that.

“Well, why’d you come?” Alec asked, holding Magnus’ golden eyes in his blue ones. “I wanted to see you again. I trust you, Magnus. I don’t know why but I do.”

Alec must have said something wrong because Magnus began gathering all things. Alec simply followed him with his eyes from across the room.

“I-I have to go. I’ll, uh, send you my feedback.” Magnus said rather hastily. Before Alec even had a chance to object, Magnus was already out the door. Alec sighed and bent to the floor, picking up a small piece of paper that Magnus seemed to have dropped behind him. He quickly realised that the paper he was holding in his hand was in fact a business card, one that had Magnus’ personal phone number on it. Until we meet again, Magnus.

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[chicagocityofclans]

Emmett Embry Wilhelm → Ryan Reynolds → Witch

→ Basic Information 

Age: 521

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight 

Powers: Pyrokinesis 

Birthday: May 10th

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Religion: Agnostic

Mark: Wilhelm

Generation: 9th

→ His Personality Emmett is spontaneous, responsible, and devoted. He’s very physical, loving sports and working out. He takes great pride in his strength and is always up for a challenge. Emmett hates sitting around and doing nothing. He is fast to respond in any given situation and is very in tune with the people around him. Emmett likes to push himself, and the people around him to be better, to see if he and they can go beyond his own expectations. When looking solely at his size many people underestimate his brains but he’s smarter than he lets on. He is able to devise plans and come up with the most logical immediate solution. He’s a witch of few words, but what he says is calculated to make the most impact.

Unlike most witches and warlocks, Emmett isn’t afraid to speak his mind to the Council for the best of his people. That’s what makes him one of the best at his job as a seeker. His ability to analyze and deconstruct information gives him the edge on pointing out the humor in everyday absurdities and conclusions. Emmett opens up and shares his own personal experiences in an attempt to connect with others. He likes to tease them, but also feels an earnest need to protect them. He can be brutal and ruthless when defending his coven. He’s friendly, enthusiastic, and exciting to be around.

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Seeker (Liaison) and Mark Keeper

Scars: None (He Had Them Removed)

Tattoos: A Lot

Two Likes: Fine Dining and All Sports

Two Dislikes: Human Illnesses and Know-It-Alls

Two Fears: Humanoid Aliens and Being Sterile  

Two Hobbies: Fantasy Sports and Parkour

Three Positive Traits: Charming, Faithful, Supportive

Three Negative Traits: Confrontational, Disapproving, Unbending 

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Titus Wilhelm (Father): His father has been pushing him to join the Council and that has placed them at odds for the first time in decades. 

Marciana Wilhelm (Mother): Marciana is in a Council and has never had time for Emmett. She is pushing him to join his local Council but he doesn’t want to.

Sibling Names:

None

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Lyla Wilhelm (Wife): Lyla and Emmett have been married for 302 years. They mentored together under the same person and their relationship continued on afterwards. Their relationship wasn’t arranged which many people believe because she is also a Wilhelm and Wilhelms often try to keep their line pure. 

Platonic Connections:

Audo Wilhelm (Best Friend): Emmett once hated Audo but now they're inseparable. Emmett saw a different side to the tough exterior Audo shows.

Margo Wilhelm (Friend): Margo is cute enough for Emmett to contemplate having kids. Emmett was there when Audo found her. 

Maya ‘Flower’ Hanes (Wilhelm Family): Emmett tries to have connections with all the local Wilhelms. He knocked down all the other Wilhelms that thought they had a say in her engagement to Audo and refused to send them updates.

Lawrence Cocci (Good Friend): Lawrence and Emmett share the same powers and are around the same age. They quickly became friends and are constantly pranking or at war with each other. 

Jace Cicero (Fromer Mentee): Emmett was Jace mentee for a year before finding an actual pyrokinetic to mentor with. Jace kept in touch with him and they formed some type of friendship and understanding as the years went on. 

Kaylor Genesis (Fellow Seeker/Liaison): Kaylor and Emmett work together. She is funny and down to earth.

(Emmett does not see those he works with or those he helps find mentors or introduce to the supernatural world a part of his connections or friends).

Hostile Connections:

Vladimir Draga (Detest): Vlad is pissed that Emmett let a young aerokinetic get away from him and found by another liaison states away.

Ashley Malone (Hostile): Emmett is sure Ashley hates him because of his Wilhelm name. Sookram and Wilhelms are often at odds but Emmett has done nothing to harm or has even spoken to Ashley yet. 

Pets:

Whiskers (Cat): Lyla got Whiskers as an emotional support animal for her store. Emmett doesn’t know why a reiki healer needs an animal for her clients but he rescued little Whiskey and brought him to their apartment instead.

Syrup (Dog): Syrup was a gift. Apparently, Syrup kept following Judson around and they just so happened to be visiting when Judson was on his last straw. 

→ History Emmett was born and raised within the Wilhelm stronghold in Munich, Germany. He was raised to be a good little Wilhelm and follow the Wilhelm customs perfectly. He was rigorously trained as a child since users of pyrokinesis were seen as problematic within their community and family. Even though he was the best and came out on top consistently, it was never good enough for his 9th generation parents and their Wilhelm name. They wanted him to be the best of the best and to make their personal reputations in the Wilhelm hierarchy better. Emmett did eventually gain the trust of those higher up on the hierarchy, even befriending a second generation Wilhelm, and finally got nods of approval from his parents. 

The trust he gained was enough for him to be sent to a booming hotspot in America, of his choosing. His choices were New York, Philadelphia, Washington, Boston or Detroit. What a disappointment he was to his parents when he chose Washington, DC instead of New York, NY. Emmett was packed and ready to leave before his destination was finalized. He couldn’t get away quick enough but soon enough regretted it once he was at sea for a full day. It took them 2 months to cross the Atlantic Ocean between Europe and the Americas. Emmett nearly found his death on the trip and only survived by the grace of whoever willed him to live. Sickly is how Lyla Wilhelm found him, limping out from the Port of Carolina. She was a part of the first few Wilhelm families sent to the Americas before him. She offered him a place to stay with her and her parents and took it upon herself to use her powers of heliokinesis to help nurse him back to health. Their magic bent, twisted and twined around each other. Emmett was back to himself in no time. In the months it took to heal, Emmett and Lyla bonded. She became his friend, then best friend and soon his approved intended. 

With permission from both of their parents and the local Council, Lyla joined Emmett in Washington without fulfilling their wedding vows but as fiancés. Drew, Washington’s liaison, took him on as a trainee while Lyla attended medical training and they menteed together under a local Wilhelm. It was the summer of 1717 when Emmett and Lyla got married. Both of their parents attended and so did most of the Wilhelm hierarchy, much to his parents' glee. They were there with another request for the newlyweds. They were needed in Detroit, where Emmett would become Liaison and the Wilhelm’s eyes and ears for the booming numbers of Wilhelms now roaming free and without sanction in the midwest of America. They made the move on their wedding night but Emmett took the next month off to cater to his new wife. That’s when he learned of Lyla distaste for the old ways of their family mark and the unfairness of the life they bossed them to live. 

It took a while for Emmett to see her side clearly but he did eventually start to voice himself back to the higher up Wilhelms and protect those he could against them. Timed perfectly, Emmett found Audo, an orphaned teen with a first generation Wilhelm mark. Previously, Emmett would have sent Audo straight to their elders but he hesitated. Audo knew he was in Detroit but avoided him until now and Emmett knew why. He couldn’t send Audo to live the life he once did. Lyla had pounded it into him that he didn’t need to tell the council every detail. They offered Audo a place to stay and he accepted. Audo connected quickly with Lyla but he and Emmett constantly bumped heads. Lyla took to teaching him about the basics of their world and Emmett kept his distance. Rumors of a first generation Wilhelm began to pick up and Audo suggested they leave but Emmett ignored him. Audo disappeared hours before a member of the Munich Council showed on their doorstep wanting the first generation Wilhelm. 

That’s how it went on for nearly a decade before the Council heeded Emmett and Lyla’s proposal of watching Audo and getting him the best mentors if they backed off. There was no winning with an Oracle and they knew Audo popped back in whenever he felt safe. It was causing a strain on their sanity. Emmett began to see a different side of Audo and a much darker side of the Wilhelm elders. The Council was coming, Audo was hiding his drawings and temporarily going blind, he wasn’t saying anything but Emmett had experienced it enough to see the warnings clearly. Emmett was surprised that he noticed the warning signs before Lyla and was a little proud. Emmett had quickly cut their ties and told them to pack up before Audo could get a word out. They left for Illinois since neither of them were trained in long distance teleporting yet. It was that day that Emmett and Audo’s relationship took a turn for the better. They travelled all across Illinois, teaching Audo what they could as they also taught themselves and staying steps ahead of the Wilhelm Council. It was almost 43 years to the day after meeting Audo that they stumbled into the newfound city of Chicago. 

Emmett was surprised by the amount of supernatural creatures living together and amongst the humans with such ease. The witch community helped Lyla open a healing shop with what money they had left from their travels. She also made a little extra selling sold herbs and crystals to the locals. Lyla caught the eye of a local Heliokinetic and mentored under her. She talked to her mentor, Rhiannon, into getting her husband, Vladimir, to mentoring Audo. Emmett had found a local pyrokinetic to mentor him as well. 

Life was finally going great until the Wilhelms Council caught up with them again. Their local Council surprisingly stood with them against the Wilhelms. Emmett was sure it was fear of defeat but the Wilhelm Council were willing to forgive Emmett and Lyla if they stayed in Chicago. Emmett was to become a liaison and council member to help gain sanction in the midwest. Lyla was to bare a child before the next century. And both of them were to join their efforts to get Audo to reconsider officially joining them in Germany. Emmett has done a wild job at keeping the peace and feeds the Munich Council basic need to know information only. He was the only one in Chicago at the time with enough experience to become the local liaison, now called seekers, but convinced them that he needed to master his powers before joining the local Council and that Lyla would feel safe if she could fully control her powers before having a child. Emmett has since found and protected multiple Wilhelms from the craziness of their elders, including another Wilhelm baby named Margo that Audo has taken in as his own. Emmett has gone as far as stepping between an arranged marriage and openly supporting Wilhelms that are apart of LGBTIQA+ community.

→ The Present The Wilhelm family based out of Germany have been forcing Emmetts’ hand to become a local council member now that he has mastered all of his powers. He has been continuously telling them no and selling the importance of  keeping him as a full time Seeker. Emmett and Lyla have been talking about him taking more time off and possibly starting a family. And he knows it's not because of pressure from their family. Emmett has been considering becoming a father but he feels as if he is in the prime of his life. Having been released from his mentorship not 30 years ago, Emmett has been enjoying the life of being a full time Seeker, and isn’t ready to stop yet. He’s been avoiding having that conversation with her for a while but he’s sure his time of easily redirecting their conversations or coming up with ridiculous emergencies, is coming to an end. Emmett has even been using Belle as an excuse too. Belle Cunningham asked Emmett to train her at possibly being a Seeker last year. Approval from the local Council was needed but they’ve only recently approved. Emmett has just started her training and doesn’t want to disappoint.

[wickedsrest-rp-archive]

Name: Camille Hawkins Species: Human (Resurrected) Occupation: Unemployed Age: 36 Years Old Played By: Chloe Face Claim: Hannah Simone

“And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.”  

Was happily ever after so much to ask for when you’d worked so hard for it? Camille didn’t think so, and for a while she even managed to trick herself into thinking she’d gotten it. She was pretty and smart; she’d always been faithful to her childhood sweetheart and eventual husband. Jace Watkins was the star of the football team and the hottest guy in school. They were, like, totally meant for each other. So, Camille followed him to Boston for college- despite really wanting to go to NYU- earning her bachelors in elementary education and saying yes to his proposal at their graduation party.

The first four years were bliss. Ignorance usually is. She got a job at a local elementary school- It was a small place with very little funding who’d hired her mostly because she was fresh out of college and happy to work for peanuts- she was overworked and underappreciated but every time she managed to put a smile on a kids face it was worth it. She started talking more seriously about children and Jace kept putting it off. Things deteriorated. Her gentle quips became snide remarks, his one beer with dinner became two, then three, then four. She stopped counting, just watched him get drunker and meaner. They had a fight so loud neighbours called the police. One morning Camille looked in the mirror, noticed the reflection of her sleeping husband, and realized she hated him. The fights started happening almost every night, she threatened to leave and Jace told her she cared too much about what everyone else would think.

He was right. Camille kept doing everything she could to make their crappy marriage look good on the outside. All told she spent eleven years of her life with him. Nothing worked, and it all fell apart over the course of a week. On Monday she stayed late after school grading papers with a colleague and what started as small talk ended with Camille a mess of tears and snot, the terrible life she’d been living spilling out of her. On Wednesday her and this colleague devised a plan to get Camille out of the house. On Friday she packed up a suitcase. Jace watched her from the doorway of their bedroom but didn’t say anything until she was nearly all packed.. All the apologies and promises he should’ve been making for years came out at once. It wasn’t enough. Camille wheeled the suitcase down the hall, and he came running after her. He begged, he yelled, he grabbed her arm. It wasn’t the first time he’d done that, but she jerked her arm hard to get free and the momentum when he let go sent her towards the staircase.

A stumble, a trip, a hand on her back that could’ve meant to push or shove.

When Camille woke up- naked on an alter next to a dead person- she was in a town she’d only heard about in rumours when she was growing up in Bangor. After spending an indeterminate amount of time freaking out, she stole clothes off the corpse and ran. A newspaper left on a bench told her she was in White Crest, and that it was almost a year later than the last date she could remember. A computer at the library told her she was dead, that she was missing for eight months before they found her body and Jace admitted to manslaughter three months later.

It should’ve shocked her more than it did, maybe dyeing and being brought back to life sucked some of the feeling out of you. Or perhaps the thought of your husband watching you die then burying your body in the woods did that. Either way she was numb enough to go back to the alter and steal the purse from beside the dead body. Hey, she was dead and alive and needed… What? To get back home? Nothing to go back too. Camille used a dead person’s credit card to check into the cheapest motel she could find and now she’s trying to figure out how the hell she’d died in Boston and woken up in White Crest covered in someone else’s blood. If the legends she’s heard about this town are to be believed there’s nowhere better to get answers, she just has no idea where to start.

Character Facts:

Personality: Attentive, determined, meticulous, argumentative, unhappy, superficial

Resurrection is Camille’s first experience of the supernatural- growing up in a nearby town she’d heard about White Crest, but never had reason to actually believe any of it.

Camille studied hard to become an elementary teacher, but really she dreamed of becoming an author.

Right now, with no money or documents Camille is using the swiped card of the body that was lying next to her on the alter to pay for a room at Gallows End Estates.

There is a sigil on the back of her left hand- she has no idea what it means, but to those in the know it is a representation of fact that she has been resurrected by a necromancer.

The resurrection was not perfect, and Camille is missing a few memories about her previous life- names and important events mostly, some days are better than others.

[myriadxofxmuses]

"Most likely," he said in agreement as he studied the map. 

Athough just how securly guarded was questionable.  This wasn't life as they knew it anymore.  Oscar highly doubted there would be enough of a patrol to cover everything.  The base was massive.  Sitting on over four thousand acres, there was no way possible now for ever wall, every entrance, and every wekaness to be watched. They would easily make it in.  The problem lied in figuring out what was imprtant to hit and what wasn't.

"But not impossible," he said glancing around to the rest of the men. 

He explained the layout further - the position of the storage igloos, the entrance and exits, and any possible flaw that they might be able to breach.  From what he remebered of the place, they wouldn't have to worry about taking everyone out.  Just those in the way of their bounty. 

His attention was brought to Jace as he devised his own plan - which was smart and doable.  His eyes fell to the floor as he thought through each possible outcome while Jace detailed the infiltraion done by a duo.  It would work.

"Then its settled," he said, bringing his attention back to Jace and the group. He started folding up the map as he spoke.  "You and I will get dropped off at the rendevous point and head to the wall," he old Jace as if they had alwyays been part of a team and not at each other's throats a day and a half ago.

"You three head back to the original route and stay on course for supplies - there's a lot we still won't find there that we'll need. There's no way around splitting up," he said directing his attention to Rick, Daryl, and Aiden.

Rick and Daryl glanced at one another, confused as to how these two were on the same page all of a sudden.  Not only that, but Oscar's change in demeanor was a little unsettling.  He'd said that Jace was the unhinged one. After his blind fury in the attack however, Rick wasn't so sure he was the one they needed to worry about. Sending them off by themselves didn't seem like a good idea, but he was right. 

There was no way around it.

"Take this," Rick said handing over his walkie "Channel seven.  Radio when you're ready for extraction," he said with a slight nod in understanding that this was necessary.

"We'll have to be quick, but the first weak spot we find, we breach and go from there," said turnging back to Jace as he tossed a flask and some gauze his way. 

To say he was surprised would be an understatement. Jace was helping him? An unexpected gesture that made him finally realize the seering pain throbbing around his eye. "Thanks," he mumbled, grabbing the supplies.

He left the four of them and headed for a bathroom to clean himself up. Luckily there was still half a mirror over one of the sinks.  His brow furrowed in disappointent in himself, sending another wave of pain through the side of his face. 

It was bad. 

Bad enough to leave a constant reminder in scarform going straight through his eye. There was no way he could get around explaining this to Emily or to Clare. He'd shown a side of him that, other than the guys here and now, no one had survived through. His inner monster was reserved only for the worst of the worst and it reveled in the carnage. There were two very distinct sides to Oscar - a logical, understanding, and caring, upstanding guy and a demon. One that was full of rage and bloodlust. A side that he had worked extremely hard to hide and control. 

How did he explain that them without making them hate him?

He opened the flask and poured some over his eye with a wince when it made contact with the more open parts of the wound.  His eyes caught sight of it in the mirror and his chest suddenly tightened, all the air sucked from his lungs. It was Clare's.

He was immediately transported to the park and their game of darts.  How she'd opened up to him that night.  How relaxed he felt around her.  Her closeness when she'd cheated to make him miss.  He swalloed thickly and forced himself back to the present. She was a distraction.

He couldn't have her on his mind about to go into battle.  That was when mistakes were made.  He pushed her from his mind and finished mending himself up.  He held a gauze over his ee as he made his way through the restaurant, digging around the nearly empty supply closet in the back.  He found a roll of duct tape with just enough left to creat a makeshift butterfly bandage.  He taped one small piece above his eye and one under before joing the group again.

-------

"I don't know about that," she said, sightly embarassed by Torri's comment over her food.  "But I try," she added with a small nervous smile, her hands wringing themselves softly as they all took their seats. 

Emily couldn't help the wide smile spreading across her face when she saw Clare take her first bite.  It was the look of pure heaven which meant she still had it.  She had worried her skills had gotten a bit rusty after so long without use. The woman's reaction was oof otherwise. It wasn't until she saw the satisfied face of torri and Clare that she started eating herself.

"I'm glad you like it," she said with a soft laugh before taking a bite, the image of an overweight Jace flashing through her mind, still handsome as ever.

She nearly chokoed when Clare asked her about birth control. Her cheeks instantly flushed a soft pink with the comment.  She knew that it was obvious she and Jace cared for each other, but had they really made it that obvious?

The red deepened with Torri chimed in.  She had failed miserably with Jace's order to remain quiet through their passion filled night.  She hadn't regretted letting him know the amount of pleasure she'd felt, but she hadn't intended for anyone else to hear her.  Emily was now overly rateful Oscar hadn't come home, sure he would have busted in on them and finished his fight with Jace right then and there. The image of her naked boyfriend and her enraged brother wrestling all over the ground heated her cheeks even more.

She cleared her throat and avoided both of their eyes. "I don't need anti baby pills," she said quietly, now picking at her food.

Emily never wanted children.  Even before.  Nothing had changed since. Except Jace.  The fantasy of the two of them chasing after a couple of kids suddenly began to play through her mind.  Their entire lives together flashing before her eyes, ending with them still by each other's side as they grew old surrounded by grandchildren.  Even if she somehow changed her mind about kids, which che hadn't, it was impossible to have that kind of life now. 

Her brow furrowed in slight sadness as her mind wandered to Jace and what was happening out there.  Not being able to at least hear his voice was agony.  She replayed their last secluded moments together, his admission of love on a loop. The distance growing between them was going to drive her mad. 

"There is something though," she said, bringing her attention back to Clare. "Just something I want to ask you," she clarified as she slowly starting eating again as casually as possible.  "About Jace. And Oscar," she added locking eyes with her and taking a bite. "After dinner of course," she added, doing her best to return to the friendly banter between the three of them.  "Speaking of," she said directing her attention to Torri. "You should stop by Sydney's place.  I heard through the grapevine that she plays for the other team too," she added enticingly, the hope that itwould leave her and Clare alone to talk. 

Woman to woman.

About their men. 

@claredeadbydaylight

@claredeadbydaylight

“I don’t know,” Syd started as the duo walked. “I’m just not a…group person. You of all people should know that,” she added with a small smirk.

“Yea. I know,” he replied, slight defeat in his voice. “Hell, I felt like I couldn’t be part’s group ‘cuz bad luck follows me everywhere. Bur it ain’t like that no more. N'it don’t have ta be for you neither.”

He was about to plead his case further when the crack of a branch rang out somewhere in the treeline. Daryl put a hand up, stopping Sydney. He listened to the returning silence a moment before calling out.

“Alive or dead?”

Nothing.

When a second branch cracked the two sprung into action and entered the treeline. A small group of walkers were spread out among the woods and the two made quick work of them.

“Look. All I’m saying is that maybe I’d be better off outside the walls. I could still be a part of what you have, but on my own terms,” Syd offered, wiping her blade on her pant leg before sliding it back in its sheath. She then began searching the lifeless walker nearest to her. “Bingo,” she said to herself when she managed to removed his backpack and found it half loaded with useful supplies. “Guess its our lucky day,” she said holding it up.

Off in the nearby distance a shuffling could be heard and Daryl’s head whipped toward it, quietly pulling his crossbow to the ready. He put a finger to his lips at Syd and she nodded in understanding. She sold the bag onto her back and pulled out her own sidearm, ready to help Daryl defend against whatever may be coming their way.

“Alive or dead?” he repeated when the noose continued.

[moisellethefae]

Vraska and Jace devise a plan to succeed where gods once failed, and resolve to save their home at any cost.

Original Story: https://magic.wizards.com/en/articles/archive/magic-story/sabotage-2018-01-31

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Voice Credits: Azor: Rían Kilfeather https://twitter.com/MuffitOfTea Ugin: David Mayer @flavoracle Nicol Bolas: Regula https://twitter.com/Regulavish Lawmage: Geordan McDougal @nintyart Vraska: Maxi Bridgwood https://twitter.com/MarquessM0nk Jace: Isa Martel @ysrnty

Sound Credits: Sound Editing by Noxshade @noxshade Theme for Jace by Visible Spectrum https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECSOnz9sIps "Decisions" "Cambodian Odyssey" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

[dnteverdoubtme]

Family Values

          The coming morning brought reality along with it, their getaway slowly fading as life came back into focus along with the layers of their clothes, plunging them back into the lives that Jace so despised.

          No one could get away with the stunt Alexander had pulled that night unscathed, not even himself. The burning Needle Exchange was on the news and, even though it was all chalked up to a faulty gas leak, it wasn’t long before Alec’s phone was ringing, his father’s alias ominously glowing on the screen making that a call he simply couldn’t refuse. 

          There were no secrets within the family. Not many of them, Alec thought as he watched a naked Jace move to the suite’s lavish bathroom, but considering he got others involved in his wrath towards an actual building it was only a matter of time before Robert found out, and he sure as hell wasn’t happy about it. 

          On the phone all Alec got was a summon for a meeting, but Robert’s clipped tone was already telling enough. His father had never been prone to softness, but that on the phone wasn’t the voice of a father, it was a boss calling upon an employee that had messed up for what was sure to be an epic dressing down. 

          As the boss’ son and future heir to their business, Alec enjoyed a series of privileges, but those were nothing if not a double edged blade. Along with the status of being a Lightwood by blood came high standards, almost impossibly so, and his father’s expectation that Alec became one day the best boss the family ever had. It was with that goal in mind that Robert had him work his way up from the docks, going through every stage of their operation, from loading trucks to inventory, step by step until got to where he was now. Well, where he had been... 

          Robert’s first order of business – after making sure Alexander understood exactly how disappointed he was with him – was demoting him back to grunt work. Maybe that would remind him of exactly how hard everyone had to work, his father reasoned, so Alec could think twice before having his men blow up another community building. 

          His hands had been closed into tight fists, bot other than that his face was blank, his nod strict as he agreed to the punishment without argument. Of course he was furious, seething even, but above his anger, Alec understood his place and so he remained silent merely waiting to be dismissed.

“About Jace...” Robert started, and Alec immediately tensed as he waited for the follow-up. “I understand he has been a bit difficult since his first assignment. What’s your take on him?” 

          Alec saw the question for the test it was, and he couldn’t remember weighing an answer so carefully in his father’s presence before. 

“Jace won’t be a problem,” he assured the family’s boss, thinking back on his brother’s pleas for interference after Simon’s murder and devising the best way to put this so it would resonate with a man like Robert Lightwood. 

          In the end, he decided for a confiding smirk. “You know how he squirms at the sight of blood,” he told his father, “Maybe keep him in accounting, he always liked the books.”

          Acting like he didn’t care was a skill Alec had honed through the years and, though his father was mostly immune to it, Alec hoped it would stick this time around. And it felt like it worked, not right away, but in the days that followed where Alec split his time between days at the docks and nights in Jace’s bedroom. Robert hadn’t asked Jace to kill again and his brother, in turn, had eased down on his protests over their business. 

          Instead, Alec was the one who complained about his situation, though he did it half-heartedly. Truth was he would load boxes for a whole month if it got Jace to behave the way he was doing right then. 

          Alec’s position within the family was a fixture, something he would soon get back to. Jace had been the one Alec worried about and it eased his conscience to finally see his best friend and brother finding his place among them. The situation wasn’t ideal, but things were definitely looking up.

[thewildkairos-blog]

Lazy Days

Despite everything, I would like to consider myself to be a productive person. I always set myself a goal that I want to meet by the end of the day, and I always try to complete at least three different tasks (no matter how small) throughout the day before I go to bed. Although, I must admit, sometimes I just enjoy a lazy day, curled up in bed in my PJs, drinking tea, or maybe Dr Pepper (which I swear I don’t have an obsession with), whilst binge watching one of my many TV shows (I totally didn’t watch all Season 1 of Salem yesterday), reading a book, and setting up my bullet journal all at the same time.

I pride myself on how organised I am, and I must admit that I am quite the perfectionist. I am that girl who has her entire wardrobe documented on an application so I can plan my outfits ahead of time and see what clothes I don’t wear any longer and can - begrudgingly - get rid of. I am that girl who keeps two diaries, uses Todoist religiously, keeps a bullet journal and is constantly adding to her iPhone’s calendar. I am the kind of girl who, when stressed before entering her final Psychology exam, stands on her chair whilst frantically cramming with only an hour left to spare (but hey, I came out of the exam confident and happy)! But sometimes, even I have to take a break from the stress of leading an organised and productive life, and so here is my way of winding down and having a ‘day out’.

Anyone who knows me at all will tell you about the happy relationship myself and my bed share, and so when I have a lazy day, I often lay in bed for an extra few minutes before I even dare to make a start to my day - trust me, it makes all the difference and your bed-st friend will love you so much more for spending that extra five minutes with them! Sadly, I have to leave my bed everyday, but she happily takes me back each night and we have never had an argument (as of yet, anyway), so I would say we are going pretty strong!

When I’m not making to do lists and getting stuff done, I lead a pretty boring life, but I’m sure everyone has spent a whole day in their ugliest PJs, eyes gazing at a screen for so long that when you look at anything else, you swear that it is pixelated! I will admit it, because I am not ashamed: my name is Chloe, and I am addicted to binge watching TV shows and I am easily Netflix’s biggest fan! Just yesterday (although I did manage to get a couple of things done), I watched a grand total of 13 episodes of a series called Salem, and that is the entire first season. I’m prone to binge-watching things, and I have binged things ranging from Game of Thrones, to Gossip Girl! I can’t help myself - I can spend all day binge watching shows and sometimes forget to eat (which is unhealthy, so I started setting alarms to remind myself - tragic, I know)!

Aside from my addictive TV hogging, I also really enjoy reading. I can sift through pages of a book and sometimes finish it in one day - I really do get engrossed in what I am reading sometimes, and frequently end up giving the characters a good telling off when they do something stupid - yes, I’ve had a few funny looks because of this one! In my previous blog, you will have read my Summer Reading List and know that I am currently reading City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare (AMAZING BY THE WAY), and I cannot wait to finish this book and give it a review!

Although I shouldn’t, I often find myself snacking all day when I’m having my lazy days, and I drink way too much Dr Pepper, but I call it my ‘rocket fuel’, and this stuff honestly helps keep my brain wired - if I am not nibbling on something whilst doing something, my mind wanders to food and I stop paying attention to Mary Sibley’s misdemeanours on Salem, and the fact that every time Clary and Jace try to have some ‘alone time’, they’re interrupted by Shadowhunter business - and I can’t be having that! Another thing though, that my rocket fuel helps with, is making sure I get chapters of my books written, and that I can think straight when brainstorming characters! I’m currently devising a plot and developing characters for my latest novel project: The Zodiac Trials, which I am sure I’ll discuss at greater lengths some time soon!

The most important part of a lazy day is looking after yourself though, and amidst the binge-watching, reading, eating and writing, I make sure I give myself time to pamper myself and regenerate all the energy I have used on my more productive days. It’s important to remember that the first step to a better life and being more organised and productive is to take a day out - have a lazy day, and just relax.

Leave a comment below with how you spend your lazy days, or drop me a message here where you can discuss your lazy days with me or ask me about anything you need to, be it about this blog, for a bit of advice, or anything at all! I will answer any questions as best as I can! Stay wild!

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this is how its going so far:

so idk how to feel about that

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the thing about a man is you never kill his dog

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“no— why are there no stars?”

“because we’re not in space”

AYO WHAT!!!!!!!! WOW DAMN

its not like i didnt kinda expect it— but the DELIVERY???????? FUCKING AWESOME MADE ME SHIVER

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Dog 2: Electric Boogaloo

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son please stfu and recognize all the work dad has done. really. like. stop antagonizing him like u wouldnt have dome the same in his place (okay tbf, dad HAS done a lot of really messed up shit, but hes trying 😢)

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not me gasping dramatically and saying “Darth Vader!” in an accusatory tone when i heard dad breathing in his (robotic?) body for the first time