#jimon fic

[la-muerta]

SH Spooky Fics Self-rec for Halloween

Shadowhunters edition first (because that's what I have the most of lol)

Monsters [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, ~93.7k words, SPN-verse AU, Lightwoods as hunters, Prince of Hell Magnus ---

Salem [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, ~61.4k words, College AU, modern witches, SE Asian magic & Salem Witch Trials ---

The Haunting of Blackthorn House - Part 1: Red Door on the Right [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, ~32k words - Part 2: The Secrets of Blackthorn House [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, ~28k words ---

Alexa/Alexander [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, ~3.7k words, Major Character Death; Magnus loses his husband in a car accident – but the ones we love never truly leave us. ---

Black Dog [Read on Ao3]; Rated T, ~1.8k words; Magnus Bane, a travelling demon hunter, wanders into a town that is being terrorised by a monstrous phantom dog. ---

The Lighthouse on Lightwood Island [Read on Ao3]; Rated T, 614 words, Major Character Death; A strange lighthouse stands alone at the far end of Lightwood Island. ---

The Goddess [Read on Ao3]; Rated T, ~4.1k words; Fearless explorer Maia teams up with a slightly shady sorcerer in an attempt to beat the Lightwood siblings to the lost temple of the dancing goddess. ---

Bloody Mary [Read on Ao3]; Rated T, ~1.6k words, Major Character Death; Clary hadn't planned to fall in love with the ghost in the mirror. ---

Sharp Teeth [Read on Ao3]; Rated T, 810 words, Major Character Death; Jace convinces Simon to explore an abandoned old house on their first date. ---

Afterschool Special [Read on Ao3]; Rated T, ~2.9k words, Major Character Death; School legend tells of seven haunted spots in Idris Academy. What better night than Halloween to find out if all the stories are true? ---

what is yours will find you [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, 17k words, Modern with magic, Human-ish AU, Alec with magic ---

the treachery of beautiful things [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, 44.6k words, Major Character Undeath, Vampire AU, Indonesian folklore ---

swirling black lilies, totally ripe [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, 6.6k words, Magnus is a God, Indonesian folklore ---

Definitely Not Haunted (Anymore) [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, ~50.4k words, Fluff & Horror, haunted house meet-cute, case fic, Indonesian folklore

[claryfrayed]

@storybook-tiles thanks for the tag!

(posted fics; only 4 currently)

i’m gonna wade out past the shadows

There were vines growing underneath his bed and no one else could see them. It sounded crazy, he’d been to enough therapy to know that. But there was no other explanation. Just last Tuesday, Dustin had climbed under there to reach his pen and when he popped back out he was completely oblivious to it. Almost as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

a ghost never leaves a haunted house

There was a leftover of something sinister in the air. It was the middle of August and Will was baking to death in the dry heat, but he could still feel the cold biting at his heels, sticking to him like a shadow. He rubbed at the back of his neck, agitated. Though he didn’t feel anything besides the slickness of his sweat collecting just underneath his hairline. The MindFlayer was gone, he knew that. It just seemed like his body was having a harder time adjusting. He still jumped at dark corners and stared suspiciously at swaying trees. It was like someone had taken control over his nervous system, winding him up and watching him shake and rattle like some sort of ballerina doll.

i do most of this (alone)

Dustin,

It seems like with all the other letters I’ve written I’ve been able to picture the look on everyone’s face as they read it. But for some reason I can’t figure out what your reaction is going to be. I mean, that sounds wrong. I just genuinely cannot fathom the idea of you being sad or upset. It’s wrong.

bring you home again

The first mildly coherent thought that entered the Soldier’s brain after he escaped from Hydra was revenge. The second thing popped up as he passed a crowd gathered outside a window in a marketplace, he could barely see through all the outstretched limbs and tucked in heads, and he wasn’t sure what country he was in, but the people were speaking Russian and crying about a falling city and the Avengers. It was from his vantage point across the filthy street that he saw a flying metal disk on the television. An earth shatteringly familiar red and white and blue metal disk. Which led him to his second thought which was: what the hell was Steve Rogers doing alive. Then of course his third, who the hell is Steve Rogers?

(wips, not posted atm)

to dine upon a fly

Mike was wearing the same outfit again.

“Hi,” Will said, opening the door and welcoming him in. He smelled Nancy’s strawberry shampoo as he passed, he breathed in deeply, almost subconsciously. “Didn’t you wear that yesterday?”

i save the world only to end it

There was a man in Will Byers shed. A man who had large, infected wounds in his chest and the kind of trauma unknown to human kind. A man who half the town treated like a God and the other like a ghost story. And no one knew about it. Not even his sister.

scars from tomorrow

The Soldier had never failed a mission. Not once. He was deadliness personified. A weapon, a machine, the first of HYDRA. His handlers called him horrifying, remarkable, a miracle. But the woman… the red woman had called him James. And he’d been unable to kill her. This unimportant SSR agent. This woman who his handlers whispered about in awe. Neither of them had been able to pull the trigger on the other. Although there had been a part of the Asset who had raged and screamed and begged for her to end it. And now the Soldier required maintenance but he couldn’t go back. Not without killing Peggy Carter.

dear lord (when i get to heaven)

Bucky was sleeping on the street on a cool September night when he woke up to an ache between his shoulder blades and felt a loss so profound that he started crying right there on the dirty ground. What happened to me, he wondered, catching sight of his face in a puddle. And then, with sudden clarity; what did they do with my wings?

i’m rocking in my faith

Simon looked down at the Runes of his arms and swallowed back vomit. What was he doing here? Everyone in the Academy had been right. Simon Lovelace wasn’t a Shadowhunter. Hell, he wasn’t even the hero they all thought he was. He was a Downworlder, a mundane. A useless best friend who had just gotten in the way. His name wasn’t even Simon Lovelace. It was Simon Lewis.

the only one i’d do this for

Merlin woke up face down in the middle of a stream. Gasping, he stumbled backwards and wiped his face on his sleeve. His first thought was of Arthur, God Arthur. And that’s when he noticed that the magic was different. Then he saw a face ten years younger looking back at him and fainted.

tagging anyone else who wants to do this!

Writing Patterns

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 (7 + 3 wips) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

thank youu for the tag @loverslakes <3

when you kill the lights (and kiss my eyes)

Sarah tilts her head toward the sky, letting the cool morning breeze waft past her. The distant scent of freshly baked bread drifts by, making her glad that she ate before she left.

it’ll all work out

Nat rubs a thumb over the cuff of her leather jacket, staring into space as she waits. The pub chosen for tonight is dingy and packed to the brim. All those with nowhere else to go on New Year's gathered at shitty wooden tables that wobbles when any weight is placed on them.

the future’s unwritten (the past is a corridor)

The new house is too cold.

It’s a stupid thing to be stuck on given everything, but Mike can’t help it. It’s barely Fall, he’s already thrown on a hoodie, and it’s still not enough. It’s like you can’t go anywhere in the house without feeling like you’re outside.

hold me like a knife

Nat doesn’t know if she can bring herself to hate Misty.

The realization comes as quietly as the first few snowflakes in Winter. As unsurprising as the seasons changing—Winter to Spring to Summer to Fall. It’s the building feeling of dread in her stomach, the deck of cards being passed around the cabin. The hazy acid trip of a fire pit and a girl on the other side.

you start to kiss (and the record skips)

It starts the way it always does.

For a brief moment, there is only darkness. All Will can hear is the heavy breaths of his friends surrounding him–the murmur of the crowd. Will’s sweat-slick hands grip his bass guitar and he can’t help himself from glancing to his left where he knows Mike stands.

always in this twilight

Mike is beginning to realize there is no end to the shield that stretches around the clearing and he is starting to get desperate. Distantly he can hear the thudding steps of the massive Fang Dragon that has made himself the keeper of the surrounding area. Mike has no idea how much time he has left. All the knights the king had sent had reported being attacked and mauled before they even had the chance to think. Mike isn’t sure if it’s a curse or a blessing that he’s lasted this long without detection.

the only thing i’ve ever had any faith in

Mike hates this. He hates everything that has led up to this moment. Hates Creel for kickstarting the fucking apocalypse. Hates El for dumping him and Will for avoiding him like they hadn’t spent multiple days on end in a weed-filled pizza van together. He hates Eddie for dying without warning and he hates Dustin for snapping at him over it. He really hates the way his head hasn’t stopped pounding since they crossed state lines. But most of all he hates Nancy for the iron-tight grip she currently has on his arm as she drags him out of the house.

wip #1: the future’s unwritten (the past is a corridor) -> ch. 2

Mike’s breath strangles in his throat. His eyes dart around the room, searching wildly for any sign of Will. All is as it should be. Not even the curtains are moving. Mike hopes desperately that Will has left–flown through the wall and booked it down the hall.

wip #2: suburban legends

The clock ticks steadily as Shauna considers giving up on her homework altogether. Stupid Ms. Miller and her stupid fucking math problems and her inability to ever make sense when she teaches. Shauna’s head is swimming with numbers that don’t fit together and honestly, at this point, she doesn’t think that there’s much else she can do.

wip #3: there is love that doesn’t have a place to rest

Mike doesn’t know how long he’s been walking for. An hour? Five? All he knows is the crunch of his boots over the caked-in snow and the sting of his cheeks in the cool air.

no pressure tags: @booksandpaperss @suzieburself @snowangeldotmp3 @claryfrayed

[half-bakedboy]

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Click the read more for where we're at in this journey (TW: pregnancy loss mention)

A less-than-wanted, but much needed update: 

In 2024, Elle and I attempted six IUI cycles with our provider. The first five attempts led to negative results. Our sixth attempt was our first (albeit short-lived) positive, and we celebrated Christmas with high hopes. Unfortunately, we ended our 2024 with a miscarriage. We’ve taken time to grieve our loss, and we have discussed next steps with our provider. 

Initially, our insurance company denied covering any part of our fertility treatments until we completed at least six out-of-pocket IUI cycles (with the hopes that one would be successful.) Unfortunately, that was obviously not the case. 

Because these IUI cycles were unsuccessful, our provider recommended that we move forward with a different, more intensive approach, the next step being In Vitro Fertilization (or IVF). 

Over the next few months, Elle will be enduring a horrifying amount of blood work, two weeks of new medication, two more weeks of daily injections, a surgical procedure under anesthesia for egg retrieval along with reimplantation, all while trying to handle the anxiety of it all. 

With that said, we are now able to resubmit to insurance, but only some of this process will be covered by our insurance company. While we don’t know how much insurance will cover and how much we will need to contribute, whatever it is will be in addition to the $20,000 this process has already cost. (Not including the sanity we’ve probably lost throughout last year.) 

We are eternally grateful for the assistance we’ve been given from our fertility agency, our family, our friends, and even some friends of friends. The encouragement and support we’ve received throughout the year has been invaluable to us in this journey. While the last year left us a little discouraged, we are hopeful that this next step will be the one to help us achieve our dream. 

xx Elle & Emryn

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[ryuusei-boi]

hehheuuheueh

[themagnusbane]

Murder at the New York Institute

Title: Murder at the New York Institute

Artist: @la-muerta

Rating: Mature (Chapter 7 only. Will give a heads-up)

Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Herondale/Simon Lewis

Word Count: ~27k

Summary: Pull out the Cluedo board they said. It would be fun to play they said. Nothing could possibly happen on Samhain they said. And now, Magnus and Alec, Clary and Izzy, Simon and Jace have been pulled into an alternate New York Institute, with no powers, no idea what has caused it, or who has brought them there. Oh. And there’s been a murder. Except, can you kill a dead man twice? And can Valentine Morgenstern just SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Author's Note: This fic was inspired by the brilliant art, created by the talented @la-muerta. Together with the prompt they shared, it set the plot bunnies running, and led to this almost 30k words, first multi-chaptered fic I've written in 8 years. Which is INSANE!!! But I'm so happy.

Here is the fic's art.

Please show my artist all the love!!!! :D.

If like me, you find it a bit more inconvenient, reading long fics on Tumblr, I'm posting this on AO3, with one chapter dropping every day, until I'm all done.

AO3: Link to the FIC

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Reverse Bang 2024: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

Prologue: Simon Lewis

Chapter One: Miss Lightwood

Chapter Two: Doctor Bane

Chapter Three: Mister Lewis

Chapter Four: Reverend Lightwood

Chapter Five: Miss Fray

Chapter Six: Colonel Herondale

Chapter Seven: Malec|Jimon|Clizzy

Epilogue: Simon Lewis

[constantfluxx]

Interstellar, Ch 16: Everglow

"I think it’ll be safer to set up one of our holding cells for the test. We minimize the risk to Mundanes, and if anything goes wrong that has us opening up a demon portal or something it’ll be in a controlled area flanked by plenty of Shadowhunters to deal with it.” Izzy snickered. “Guess my brother’s on board after all!” She gave him a playful pat of his shoulder on her way towards the main elevators. “I’ll go get a cell set up for the test. Text you when I’m done?” “Likewise,” he replied with a nod, moving to one of the armament panels lining the Institute’s control room. As he retrieved a bow and fresh quiver of arrows, he grumbled, “Let’s go catch us a Ravener.” “‘Catch’?” Alec’s eyes widened. Alarmed, he swirled around to intersect what he knew would be an at-best awkward situation— —but the other Izzy already had her bracer leveled between his mother’s eyes, lips pursed so tightly they’d nearly turned white. Beside her, Magnus’ arm mirrored hers, though his sported a split hand to expose an embedded blaster humming with swelling energy. An intense, yellow glow consumed his eyes, though it remained clear they focused upon a small, blue dot the other Izzy’s bracer projected upon Maryse’s brow. “Isabelle?” Maryse was murmuring, hands raised and anxious gaze fixated upon the bizarre and unsettling version of Magnus staring her down. “What’s going on?!”

Read the rest on AO3.

[darcyolsson]

when youve got a drawing in your head and the actual drawing turns out as good as the idea...... better than sex and alcohol and every drug on the planet combined

[jakeluppin]

sometimes to feel better all you really need is to reread a soulmate jimon fic you wrote eight years ago.

[bookishjules]

tumblr caught on to the fact that i have seen/made every sizzy post since returning to tumblr like 2.5 years ago and has started showing me posts from the tag (which i ofc follow) from my hiatus and most of me is grateful but also.. some of these takes man..

[la-muerta]

ART PROMPT for "Murder at the New York institute" by @themagnusbane

Pull out the Cluedo board they said. It would be fun to play they said. Nothing could possibly happen on Samhain they said. And now, Magnus and Alec, Clary and Izzy, Simon and Jace have been pulled into an alternate New York Institute, with no powers, no idea what has caused it, or who has brought them there. Oh. And there’s been a murder. Except, can you kill a dead man twice? And can Valentine Morgenstern just SHUT THE FUCK UP!

[Read it on AO3]

This artwork was created for the Shadowhunters Reverse Bang 2024: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver.

[moonlightandromache]

my god is this unfinished fic i wrote when i was fourteen actually... good?

[justawanderer]

Malec fic ideas that will never be written (from me) but should be remembered for posterity and are up for adoption:

If anything here inspires you, please tag me!

1) The life debt

-a warlock is cursed to slowly decay into nothingness but cannot actually die until all of their life debts are repaid owes Magnus a life debt.

-they do not live in NY and their mental faculties are failing so they nab Alec off the street as he is on his way to the Hunter’s Moon immediately following Valentines demise (so yeah they are broken up)

-the warlock forces some type of spell/potion/ritual on Alec that will turn him immortal-and also possibly a Downworlder-but slowly

-Alec is restrained and in and out of consciousness and has empathy for the warlock but also tries to continuously barter for release (would have lots of angst here “Magnus wouldn’t want this” “we’re not together” “let me try to help you instead”)

-the Scooby gang would be frantically unable to get to Alec because he’s being held on tiny island in the middle of nowhere

-they get to him post transition after either Ithuriel/raziel/lucifer/angel intervenes and finds him and helps get him back

-when they get to island the warlock dies in Magnus’ arms deliriously saying “you’re welcome”

-Alec has to be slowly rehabbed/the world has to figure out what to do with him (but gently as he was a victim)

-Malec emotional reunion

2) What Happens in Vegas

(This is Malec NOT Malace)

-Magnus and Jace wake up in Las Vegas after a night out to find themselves married (they were strangers before)

-They have to drag themselves back to NY where their lawyer friends (Alec and Ragnor) agree to handle the divorce but not after being insufferable about their friends faux pas

-due to circumstances the two friend groups keep getting thrown together

-Malec ends up together

-Jace is a wild card but would prefer Jimon in some fashion and a very sassy Ragnor

3) Naval Officer Alec

(Y’all are stupid not making him a Naval Officer-not enlisted but an actual officer as that is what he is)

-Alec gets ROTC scholarship to university not wanting to use parents money and has to serve 4 years after

-he serves his navy tenure and after 4years and a deployment has a house and is going to Law School

-Magnus at close school (or same school) for different PHD degree but bartends on weekends for cash and something to do

-Malec banter and flirting and grad school life(but like their in mid to late 20’s

-bonus if in SoCal

[themagnusbane]

Murder at the New York Institute

Title: Murder at the New York Institute

Artist: @la-muerta

Rating: Mature (Chapter 7 only. Will give a heads-up)

Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Herondale/Simon Lewis

Word Count: ~27k

Summary: Pull out the Cluedo board they said. It would be fun to play they said. Nothing could possibly happen on Samhain they said. And now, Magnus and Alec, Clary and Izzy, Simon and Jace have been pulled into an alternate New York Institute, with no powers, no idea what has caused it, or who has brought them there. Oh. And there’s been a murder. Except, can you kill a dead man twice? And can Valentine Morgenstern just SHUT THE FUCK UP!

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Reverse Bang 2024: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

Chapter Six: Colonel Herondale

The infirmary had always smelled like home to Jace. 

Beyond the fact that it was physically located within a structure that had been home to him for almost two decades now, it was also that the infirmary was the one place in the Institute where Jace had spent a lot of time , trying to prove himself and defend his right to be. 

He chuckled bitterly. 

Not like it helped anyway. The ones who still gave him a wide berth because of the tangled mess of his history and being the “Wayland boy” continued to do so. And the only ones who didn’t care were so few in number that they basically informally adopted him into their family, and that was how his turn as a de facto Lightwood sibling was born. 

He smiled. 

Jace’s hand wandered beneath his shirt; reaching for the ring that settled between his clavicle, nestling directly at the base of his throat. He reached for it, unhurried, gently running his fingers over it, as a sort of soothing mechanism. Like he had all the time in the world. Jace shook his head, to clear it, and rubbed the ring twice for good luck. 

He never did mention to Alec how satisfying, and just a tad bit vindicated  it was to be seen as not just one of the Lightwoods, and one of the team who helped save the world. But to also be part of a family that was as honored and respected amongst their kind, like the Herondales.

To watch the eyes of people who had initially felt nothing but contempt for him, slowly shift to grudging respect, some awe, and a bit of fear. Like they were terrified of payback. 

Jace laughed and shook his head. 

He might be a tad vindictive and vicious, but he was never cruel. That was thankfully a lesson that he never learned at the hands of Valentine, no matter how much, and how hard Valentine had tried drilling it into him. 

No. He was thankfully always able to resist that particular lesson. 

And now, here he was. In an infirmary that occasionally looked like such an exact replica as the one they had back home, he half expected to see Izzy with one of the concoctions she’d made, begging them to give it a taste, For “Research” purposes. 

Of course, the last time he’d paid attention to Izzy, and tried to accommodate her “research”, it had seen him, interestingly enough, in the infirmary, for six whole weeks, unable to receive visitors or swallow solids. With his distorted belly and parched throat, he vowed to himself that even at the point of death, he would rather die than have Izzy feed him ANYTHING ever again. Whether it was food or medicine. 

Better to just die at the hands of an injury caused by a demon, than to suffer the injustice of being a test subject for one of Izzy’s failed experiments. 

He thought back to his sister and grinned. 

And with Izzy, there was always a ton of failed research. Her mind worked at a quick pace, cataloging and categorizing whatever information she came into contact with, as she loved to puzzle out what role it played in their world, and how it could be best utilized to see that desires fulfilled. 

Isabelle Lightwood was a firm believer in the fact that everything had a place, and that EVERYTHING was important, and that was something that Jace loved about his sister and sought to protect at all cost. 

And so, if it meant resolving whatever damned puzzle had them trapped in this space, unable to return home, then resolving the puzzle it must be. 

His eyes ran over the features of the room. Taking note of the cabinets filled with medication that he would ideally have no problem reaching for, in another world. Fully trusting that nothing in them would harm him. But that was in another world, another place, another New York Institute, where he could trust that the people he lived and worked with and would die by their side, would never make medication to cause him harm. 

But that was home. And this was here. And those were two very different places to be. 

And so he continued, turning around to take note of everything in the room. The syringes filled with unknown substances. The beds with straps for patients who proved particularly disagreeable. The office of the head nurse who usually oversaw things, to make sure that everyone was in line. Now empty because of course whatever pocket world this was, wouldn’t have the capacity to create a head nurse. 

It would be unnecessary. 

At the words, Jace paused. Was it unnecessary? It was an interesting turn of phrase, but definitely something that spoke a lot about the situation they found themselves in and how they could possibly get a resolution. 

Whoever had pulled them into this universe only did so, to serve a direct purpose, and provided them with the basics of their essential needs, to help them get by. Everything and anything else wasn’t even considered. 

So, Ego. A lack of consideration for others. For what might be considered important to everyone else. A refusal to consider that they’re all complex people with desires and wants and needs, and that should therefore be taken into account when making decisions on their behalf. 

He hummed. 

“Figured out who committed the murder and where?”

Jace pushed back from the wall he’d been leaning against and stood ramrod straight, powerful legs spread apart, hands crossed behind his back as he stared ahead. Refusing to give Valentine a smidgen of an answer. 

“What. Is that your plan? To ignore me? Pretend I don’t exist?”

Jace continued to ignore him, staring at nothing in particular. 

He heard Valentine tsk. “You always were a tad bit too emotional for your own good, Jonathan Christopher. A tad bit emotional for your own good.”

Still Jace said nothing. It had taken him months, almost two years of support, before he’d worked through his trauma with a therapist that had been recommended to him, and had learned how to be emotionally vulnerable, in the truest sense with those he knew and loved. 

He neither knew nor loved Valentine, nor did he need his approval anymore, and so he felt absolutely no inclination to even consider the man’s words anything but the sound of an annoying gnat that if it had been another house, they would have smacked the thing dead. 

Jace continued to stay silent. 

Valentine continued yapping. 

Jace remembered back when he and Clary had compared notes on their relationship with Valentine and how he always seemed to approach each of them with a different template, most suited with his relationship with the person, so they could be easily manipulated. 

Clary hadn’t believed Jace then. But Jace hoped she was remembering his words now, and could see that maybe he had a point. 

Because the one thing that Jace has been trying to figure out all these while was WHY Valentine? What made him so important to the situation? What made him special? Who liked him that much to bring his magpie self back from the dead? If they ever figured out who was responsible for the pocket world they were currently stuck in, Jace fully intended to ask the question. 

And finally, he was greeted with some much needed silence. 

Either Valentine had run out of things to say —which was highly unlikely given the man in question. He did love to hear himself talk after all—or it finally occurred to him that Jace literally did not give a fuck about him or his opinions. 

Whatever the case, and whatever the reason, Jace was grateful. 

He dropped into a green sofa that was eerily similar to the one that Robert had assembled for them back when they were kids and Alec had fallen off a bicycle, and smashed into the side of the building because he had been careening too fast for anyone to stop him. 

Alec had been unconscious for almost two days and Jace had been beside himself with worry, terrified that his brother and parabatai had been hurt and there was nothing he could do to help ease the pain. 

Ah. The infirmary. Good times. 

His eyes wandered to the jars on the opposite end of the room that held a collection of salves. 

Maybe not so good times as well

He was grumpy to himself when he had the thought. And honestly, he dared anyone to find themselves the subject of Izzy’s obsession with poison ivy, back when they were kids, and not be grumpy as well. 

To think that the mirror survived. That was interesting. 

Just as he was about to start climbing the walls, he felt a tingle, like a pull at the back of his head, and just barely found a smile curving his lips, the exact moment he was yanked back into the library. 

As his eyes landed on everyone, Alec and Magnus, Clary and Izzy, and Simon —who winked at him when he caught Jace’s eyes. Jace laughed. 

“So I’m the last one here?”

Alec nodded his head. “Yes.”

“Were you able to inspect the infirmary?”

Jace gave him the thumbs up. 

“Everyone else,” he heard Alec ask.

“The kitchens for me. And might I add Alexander, that your food options are so utilitarian, it’s almost distasteful.”

Jace caught Simon’s eyes who was watching the impending drama unfold with unbridled glee, and had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing, so he wouldn’t distract Magnus and Alec. 

Once a couple of months, they fought about the absence of, in Magnus’ word “good quality, and affordable meals.” To which Alec without fail would point out that they weren’t in everybody’s budget. Besides, most Shadowhunters didn’t have the luxury of having a boyfriend who could feed their every craving for food from all over the globe, with just a snap of his fingers. 

To which Magnus often pointed out that that’s why Shadowhunters needed to collectively remove the sticks up their asses and date Downworlders who could make that happen. 

A suggestion that in Jace’s personal opinion was a very fine one. After all, he too had a Downworlder boyfriend, and all he could say was that Shadowhunters letting the bigotry they’d been programmed to feel, about the group of people they were to protect, as well as protect others from, keep them from realizing the possibilities of a happy, fulfilling, relationship, was a very stupid thing of members of his kind. 

“Fine. Maybe eating Pad Gaprao, after an afternoon shopping in Bangkok’s floating market, would work, when we get out of here. Right Alexander?”

Jace didn’t need to see Alec’s face to know his brother was looking adoringly at his boyfriend, their disagreement already a thing of the past in both their memories. Until the next time Magnus remembered the abysmal state of their kitchens and was set off again. 

For today though, Jace thought as he watched Alec lean forward to meet Magnus in the middle, with a kiss, the disagreement had been resolved. 

Alec pulled back from the kiss and turned expectant eyes at Izzy, who responded with a thumbs up. “Your office.”

He looked at Simon, who jerked his head in the direction of the door. “The war room.”

Alec nodded. “And I took Cafeteria.”

“Ah. How did it feel” Jace asked. 

Alec frowned. “Like it was all kinds of wrong.”

Jace clicked his tongue. “Same. The infirmary doesn’t feel right either.” He turned to look at Izzy. “If anything, because no amount of empty jars can make up for the fact that they do not hold the salve to help undo Izzy’s handiwork.”

Izzy grinned. “Don’t tempt me, Jace.”

“In this pocket universe?” Jace asked. He smirked. “I want to see you try.”

He chuckled at Izzy attempting to launch herself at him, only to be caught one-handed by Alec who dropped her back on her seat. 

“Now’s not the time Izzy. We are trying to get home.” He slid his eyes in Jace’s direction, and Jace held up his hands in surrender. Although, with the wicked glint he caught in Alec’s eyes, he already knew that it was too late. “You can plan out your revenge slowly.”

Jace groaned, as everyone else collectively laughed at Izzy’s brightened expression. 

“Okay, so are we ready to make our accusations?” Alec asked. 

Everyone nodded. 

“Good. Who wants to go first?”

There was a moment of silence, and then Clary jumped to her feet. “I’ll go first.”

Alec nodded and indicated to her that she should take the floor. 

“So, I got to examine the prison cell in the lower floors. And I personally think it’s an excellent location for a good murder. It’s separate from the crowd. Nobody would be able to hear the victim should they call for help. And the murderer would have all the time they needed to enact their vengeance in blood.” She grinned as she said the word “blood” and Jace shook his head. Truly, Izzy was such a terrible influence on her girlfriend. How had she turned happy, sweet Clary into a blood obsessed hunter like herself? It needed to be studied! Isabelle Sophia Lightwood’s influence needed to be examined by the Iron sisters!

Jace shook his head as he turned his attention back to Clary.

“And I do believe the murder weapon was a revolver. Small enough to carry past any guard they might have run into on the stairwell. And with the cells so far away from everyone else. Nobody would have heard the sound.”

Alec nodded. “Makes sense. And who do you think the killer is?”

Clary gave a dramatic pause. 

Jace found himself rolling his eyes. Really, his sister’s girlfriend was picking up ALL of Izzy’s worst traits. 

He glanced at Izzy, who was staring up at Clary with unbiased adoration in her eyes. He smirked. Those two were so sickeningly in love, it was sweet to watch at this point. 

His attention was brought back to Clary however when he noticed that she’d passed her dramatic pause stage and now had her finger pointed in his direction. 

“Me?!”

“Why Jace?” Alec asked.

“It’s obvious really. It was because of Valentine’s actions that he was imprisoned in the City of Bones, and tortured by Aldertree to give them information on Valentine. Plus, Valentine lied about Jace having demon blood, and made everything so much worse for him whilst he was imprisoned.” Clary shrugged. “It makes perfect sense that Jace would choose Valentine’s own spot of imprisonment as a place to kill him.”

“Makes sense,” Alec agreed. And Jace found himself agreeing too. “But, why would Jace use a mundane weapon though?”

Clary smirked. “What other weapon would be as insulting to Valentine Morgenstern than to be killed by a weapon fashioned by mundanes, after he’s been rendered practically mortal, with his runes all burned away.”

“Excellent deduction skills right there, girlfriend.” Izzy crowed. 

Clary did a little curtsy and blew a kiss in her direction. “Thank you sweetheart.”

“Well then, you have the floor,” Alec said. “Make your accusation.”

Clary cleared her throat, and spoke the words calmly. “I accuse Colonel Herondale. In the prison cells. With a gun!”

They all waited for a beat. 

Jace would take this secret to his grave, but he found himself unable to breathe. Waiting to see what the result would be. 

After a couple of minutes of silence, that had Jace wondering if maybe the system hadn’t heard Clary after all.

It responded. 

That is a false accusation. Miss Fray has therefore been removed as an active player. She cannot take a turn. And cannot win the game. 

Fuck! 

Everyone looked at Clary who looked more deliberative than upset. “I wondered if the game would tell us if maybe any of the cards was right though.” She turned to Simon. “Like was I spot on with the murderer? The murder weapon? Or the location of the murder? It sucks that we don’t get that.”

Jace watched his boyfriend nod. And then Simon got up and stood in the middle of the room. “I think I want to go next.”

Alec gestured at him to go ahead.

“Like I said, I took the war room. And I do think the prison cells are the only location that is set apart from anywhere else, that would thus give the killer enough time to carry out the kill.”

Everyone nodded. 

“So I figured that our killer would need a weapon that can be hidden easily, and wielded quickly. Fast enough before anyone else would notice. But leave enough of a minor impact wound that a lot of people might not immediately suspect murder.”

Alec did that thing where he looked far ahead, like he was picturing everything that Simon was saying. “Go on.”

“I think the killer used a pipe. It’s easy to hide within a coat. It’s pretty easy to maneuver. You don’t even need that much strength to wield it. And it won’t make a sound, except for that of Valentine’s body hitting the ground of course.”

“And who do you think did it?” Alec asked. 

“Honestly. I think you, Alec.”

“Me?”

They all turned in unison to gape at Simon. 

“Yes. You make logical sense. We already established that you consider Valentine a threat that needs to be exterminated quickly. “

“Ah. Extermination. The charming word when I think of cockroaches… And myself.”

They all ignored him. 

“Wielding the pipe with enough skill and force to cause severe hemorrhaging in his brain, without showing any visible dent on his skull, is something few can pull off. It requires a certain… precision, that quite frankly, I think only you can pull off.”

And for the first time since Simon had entered their life, Jace caught his brother giving a pleased smile to his boyfriend. An action that startled not just Simon, but everyone who just witnessed it. 

Not like Alec cared though. He merely gestured at Simon to take the floor and make his accusation. 

“I accuse Reverend Lightwood. In the War Room. With a lead pipe.”

Another prolonged pause, that made Jace almost bite his nails. Although he would never admit to that. 

And then…

That is a false accusation. Mister Lewis has therefore been removed as an active player. He cannot take a turn. And cannot win the game.

“Fuck!”

Jace and Izzy said it simultaneously, and then glanced at each other. 

Two failed accusations meant that with every wrong one, their chances of being able to return home was fast diminishing into nothingness. And there was nothing any of them could do, except keep going, and hope that one of them got it right at least. 

Izzy pushed off from her seat and took over from Simon, in the center of the room. 

“So, I took the Head of the Institute’s office.” She threw a salute and a wink at Alec, who snorted and shook his head at his sister’s antics. 

Jace wasn’t as well behaved and laughed outright. Laughing harder at the sight of Izzy sticking her tongue out at him. 

Sometimes she acted so childish, it made him want to needle her even more. 

“Now, just as we’ve established, we’re working with the assumption that the Institute is much busier and filled with more people at the time of the murder.” They all murmured sounds of agreement, and Izzy continued. “But, just as with the prison cells, there is a bit of privacy to be had in the head’s office. Of course, more people go there with a certain level of frequency, compared to Shadowhunters, only heading down to the cells when we are transporting a prisoner, or going to interrogate one. In Alec’s office however—“ She broke off. “Sorry. I meant, in the office of the Head of the Institute, people can walk in whenever they want. Of course they knock first and wait for permission. And it’s basically expected that it would be given. However, because of the high traffic, it means that the murder weapon in this case, has to be something that wouldn’t cause a lot of noise.”

Jace nodded. That made sense. 

“So therefore, I postulate that the murder weapon was a rope. A quick loop around Valentine’s bastard neck. A good pull to cinch it tight. And we can choke that motherfucker until he’s gasping and clawing for breath, til his time runs out and he’s deader than Paris Hilton’s attempt at a music career.”

Jace heard Alec splutter, Clary cackle, Simon give a whoop, Magnus give a delighted snort. 

He shook his head. Of course Izzy was going to be as dramatic as possible when it was her turn. 

“And the murderer?” Alec asked. 

Izzy jerked her chin behind him. “Your boyfriend.”

Jace was as surprised as Alec. “Magnus?”

Izzy shrugged. “I’ve seen him work out shirtless Alec. Your man’s got guns. Great, powerful guns, that make me suspect that he totally knows how to put them to work.”

“Yes, his man does,” Jace heard Magnus say, and smiled at the chuckle that Magnus released. Even Alec couldn’t help smiling. 

“Well then. The floor is yours Izzy,” Alec said. 

Izzy took in a deep breath, and Jace found himself holding his breath as well, as Izzy made her accusation. 

“I accuse Doctor Bane. In the Head’s Office. With a rope.”

Another long dramatic pause that honestly, at this point, Jace was certain that whatever the fuck was the system that was watching them play this all out was, it was having way too much fun at their expense. 

That is a false accusation. Miss Lightwood has therefore been removed as an active player. She cannot take a turn. And cannot win the game.

“Fuck!”

Jace looked at Alec, and Alec shook his head. 

They really were running out of options way too quickly. 

Jace saw Alec take in a visible breath, and then pull himself forward, to take up his position in the center of the room. 

“I got the cafeteria. And I’m pretty sure you all agree that to get away with murder in the most public space in the Institute would have to be very stealthy. Less a murder, more an assassination.”

They all nodded. 

“So I think the murder weapon is poison. To be precise, poison in a glass of margarita that was probably handed over to Valentine, and which he drank, because of course he’s an idiot. What do we expect?”

“Hey!”

They all ignored his objection, and Jace nodded in agreement to Alec’s words. 

“And honestly I think it was Izzy. She does that charming, I’m smiling at you, whilst I’ve put a dead centipede in your oats, look very well. “

Jace shuddered. Didn’t he know it? His sister had taught him well, to always check, and triple check whatever he was eating, before he shoved the food in his mouth. You never could guess when Isabelle Lightwood would get her payback. All you knew to do was be on your guard. Because she always did get hers. 

“It’s a solid accusation, Alec,” Jace said. And the others all made murmured sounds of assent. 

“Well, here it goes,” Alec said. “I accuse Miss Lightwood. In the cafeteria. With poison.”

A pause, even longer than all the ones they’d experienced so far, and then… 

That is a false accusation. Reverend Lightwood has therefore been removed as an active player. He cannot take a turn. And cannot win the game.

For the first time, even Alec joined them in the whispered curse. “Fuck!”

When they’d agreed to go exploring the area, and figure out who they wanted to accuse based on reason, it had made so much sense. They’d all taken it as a foregone conclusion that of course one of their accusations would turn out to be right. 

To have them all be declared wrong, in such a manner, was not what Jace had been expecting at all. 

But it looked like it was his turn to make an accusation. So he stood, and walked to the center of the room. 

“I got the infirmary. Like Alec, I also think it’s a pretty public space. But it’s a good area for a bit of misdirected chaos that can work just as well for a stealthy assassination.”

Everyone nodded. 

“So what I think happened is the murderer was in the infirmary. Maybe Valentine was brought in for something. Probably injured during his capture or something. They saw an opportunity, before the doctors could get the chance to look at him and figure out what kind of treatment he would need. A quick stab to severe his carotid artery and he would have bled out before anyone would even know what to do. They would consider it a mishap from him being brought in; that the first responders didn’t actually notice how severe his injuries were. And that would be the end of it.”

“Logical. And practical. It makes sense.” Alec said. “And I’m guessing, Clary?”

Jace nodded, and smiled at her. “She is our resident stabbing queen after all.”

That brought a brief moment of levity as they all laughed. 

Then Alec gestured at Jace to make his accusation. 

He took in a deep breath and then said clearly “I accuse Miss Fray. In the infirmary. With a knife.”

This time around. It was the longest pause they'd ever experienced. Ten minutes of absolute silence. Just them looking at each other, waiting for what the system would say. 

Finally, there was a soft ding. 

Jace’s brows furrowed. That was a first. 

And then…

That is a false accusation. Colonel Herondale has therefore been removed as an active player. He cannot take a turn. And cannot win the game.

Motherfucker!

Jace sank back into his seat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! What did that mean? That they were stuck forever in this fucked up pocket world that was just them and no one else’s??? Like it was a great place for a vacation. But to spend the rest of their lives here? Trapped?

Jace could feel himself starting to ventilate. His airways felt tight. His eyes were blurring together. 

He opened his mouth to take in a deep breath, and felt cold hands slide against his, intertwining their fingers with his. 

“It’s fine. You’re okay.”

He turned to look at Simon who also had that air of panic, but was clearly managing it, so he could attempt to calm him down from his panic attack. If not that it was already a struggle to breathe, Jace would have definitely kissed him!

“Well then. I guess it’s my turn.” 

Everyone collectively lifted their heads, staring at Magnus who smiled back at them. And Jace realized. That’s right. They’d all made accusations, except for Magnus. Who had been accused, but never made his. 

Although with the way they kept getting told that their accusation was false, Jace didn’t hold much hope. Clearly this system was rigged against them in some way, and he didn’t see how Magnus could possibly get them out. 

“I think I recall asking you all to join me in having some bourbon, because like I said then, and it still applies now. Getting out of this space requires that we lose all sense of logic. “ 

He shrugged. And then looked up at the ceiling. 

“I accuse The Seelie Queen. Of coming up with the most fucked up game ever. There’s no dead body. Because Valentine Morgenstern is already dead and cannot be killed twice. Now, your Majesty. Send us the fuck back home. It has been a long long night.”

[stanleyvampire14]

So I have seen on multiple different occasions that the ship name between Jack and Simon are ACTUALLY called Jimon not Jamon

Which is a shame because I think Jamon sounds better when you say it out sound but I digress

I just like the silly guys ^_^ also there’s this fanfic that I thought was Ralmon but it’s actually Jimon in disguise I think…Take a look for yourself if you’d like! I will say that there’s homophobia (what a surprise) and there’s some abuse from Simon’s step-father in this fic so if you can’t handle that, please don’t read it, and be safe!

If this person has an account on tumblr I’d be happy to mention/@ it ^_^

[blairwaldcrf]

20 questions game for fic writers

Tagged by @ssmtskw @vanderwoodlings & @terrainofheartfelt (i love you all!)

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

35 but I've orphaned a few. Probably not that much more than 45

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

173,549 (+ an orphaned fic that was 125k words itself)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

red white and royal blue, gossip girl, tvd (actively). dcu sometimes. formerly shadowhunters, the magicians, and roswell new mexico

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1st- it's a love story (baby just say yes) (firstprince / rwrb)

2nd- bring me your love tonight (firstprince / rwrb movie)

3rd- Bitter Banter (jimon / shadowhunters)

4th- Shut Up & Kiss (jimon / shadowhunters)

5th- Thank the Angel for Werewolves (jimon / shadowhunters)

5. Do you respond to comments?

of course????

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

it's probably a tie between Every Lie You Tell (chate / gossip girl) and a general Titans fics There's No Wonder in Grief

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

so it's not published yet, but it's the ending for my wip Set it Up (dair / gossip girl)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

it's rare but yeah once or twice

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I mean yeah, but that's recent lol. Just mlm & ot3 stuff, nothing super kinky

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

so... technically, but they'll never see the light of day. the only one i really started was a tvd/shadowhunters one that I quickly decided was cringey

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!! to Romanian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

a longgggg time ago, like I think it's on fanfiction.net long time ago

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

not gonna choose

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

oh god. probably the magicians multichapter fic or shadowhunters multichapter

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

setting

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I mean if the character canonically uses more than one native language it should be done BUT ONLY when not choosing mildly racist stereotypes with how/when you use it or with what you have the character say. also try and have a native speaker review it because Google is not one hundred percent effective

19. First fandom you ever wrote for?

[redacted]

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

of my public facing ao3 fics probably The B Shouldn't Be Silenced simply because of how lovely and personal the comments were.

Otherwise it would be the book length fic I orphaned (i can no longer can stand the ship) mainly because I'm proud I finished a project that large, people translated it and made fanart, and it had the most comments I've ever received

tagging @purgeshubble @takaraphoenix @laufire @hydesjackiespuddinpop who I haven't seen be tagged and anyone else!