#let magnus have friends and platonic relationships outside of alec and alec's siblings!

[jademagnus]

LET👏MAGNUS👏BANE👏HAVE👏FRIENDS👏

[fraysbanes]

don’t feel like boys

Characters: Maia Roberts, Clary Fray

Relationships: Clary Fray/Maia Roberts

Rating: T

Summary: Maia can't think of a good reason for why Clarissa Fairchild is soaking wet on her doorstep at this time of night.

It's storming outside and Maia's a hundred and fifty-three pages deep into Pride and Prejudice when there is a sudden knock on her door.

Every horror movie she's ever seen sets off alarms in her head, but, being a werewolf, she's not the slightest bit concerned as she folds down the edge of the page she's on and gets up to answer the door. She does become a bit concerned, however, when she sees Clary Fairchild standing in the dimly-lit hallway of her apartment building, soaking wet. Maia guesses there isn't a waterproof rune, and then says the thought out loud instead of a greeting.

Clary doesn't seem to mind. "Hey, Maia," she says casually, as if it's not two in the morning and she's not getting Maia's welcome mat wet. "This a bad time?"

"For what, exactly?" Maia asks, but steps aside to let Clary in. "Hang on, I'll get you a towel."

As she makes her way down the hall to do so, Maia lets herself wonder what the hell Clary is doing in her house this time of night and why she didn't bother to bring an umbrella. Her best guess is that a shadow-hunting mission went badly, and Maia's place was the closest.

Then again, how does Clary know where she lives? They've built up an acquaintance (someone very generous and very desperate might even call it a friendship) based on mutual respect and mutual ex-boyfriends, and they sometimes chat about Luke or the weather or drinks Clary's not technically allowed to order. And Maia finds herself thinking, often, that Clary is very pretty, and pretty badass when it comes to using a dagger or telling someone off. But they're not close by any means. They don't even have each other' phone numbers saved. And yet Clary is here and not at Jace’s or Simon’s or Luke’s or Magnus’s.

Perhaps she needs something only Maia can give her. But if that was the case, she would have her Shadowhunter posse with her, and they’re nowhere in sight. No, this isn’t about work. It’s personal.

"Thanks..." Clary says breathlessly when Maia hands her a towel. She takes a moment to smile at the R2D2 printed on it before using it to dab the water out of her hair. Even soaking wet and shivering in the cold she's gorgeous.

Maia looks away.

"Thanks," Clary says again, holding out the towel towards Maia.

"No problem," Maia takes it and tosses it in the direction of the couch. "So…you gonna tell me what you're doing here?"

Clary's smile hardens. "Right," she says, taking a deep breath. "Yeah. I have to tell you something." And she looks nervous enough about whatever it is that Maia motions for her to take her shoes off and join her in the living room.

Maia's apartment is small, and could be described as "cozy" by polite people. To Maia, it's just small. But it has heat and electricity and a bed big enough for two, so she doesn't complain.

Clary sits down on the couch, pulling her wet hair down on one side. She's taken off her leather jacket (she must have a collection of those) and Maia can see that the rain has gotten to her tank top too, and possibly even her bra. And once again, Maia has to avert her eyes.

"I broke up with Jace."

Maia looks back at Clary, only slightly shocked. "About time," she says without thinking, and is relieved when Clary chuckles along with her. "Why? What happened?"

"Nothing..." Clary shrugs. "It just wasn't working out. It's all still weird with the whole sibling thing, and it was happening too fast, and he loves me more than I love him." She looks up at Maia with a small, adorable grin on her face and shrugs. "And there was one other thing."

For some reason unbeknownst to her, Maia can suddenly feel her heart racing. She leans against the wall to keep her balance. "What thing?" she asks, trying to keep her voice from shaking. She's learned by now that it's best not to get her hopes up about things she can't control.

Clary doesn't look nervous. In fact, she looks determined, driven...okay, she looks a little terrified. But mostly driven. She laughs and shakes her head. "I just told Simon this. You're gonna be the second person to know."

Know what?! Maia screams in her head. Stop teasing me, Fray, and just say it! She leans forward towards Clary, letting all that show on her face without actually saying it.

Clary takes a deep breath. She looks Maia in the eyes. "I'm gay."

Maia blinks. It's not so much that she was expecting it as she was hoping it was the case. Ever since that night in the Hunter's Moon, watching her watch Simon perform, the drink that Maia bought her in her hand. At the time she'd thought she was just caught up in how impressive Clary had been against the Inquisitor.

But the night had ended, and Maia had slept with Jace, and the feeling hadn't gone away. Now, months later, Maia still feels something strange when she looks at Clary. There is an urge to be close to her, to make her laugh, to smile proudly when she picks fights with closed-minded Shadowhunters for talking behind Alec's back.

And frankly, the only thing keeping Maia from calling that feeling a crush was knowing Clary was straight. The dramatic irony is almost hilarious, but Maia is too busy pushing back those feelings so she can support Clary as a friend to laugh.

"Clary, that's..." Maia struggles to look for the right words. What does she want to hear whenever she imagines telling someone she likes girls? What did Simon say to her? "That's great!" She moves to sit next to Clary on the couch. They may not be the best of friends, and Maia may not be the cuddliest or most physically affectionate person, especially with someone she hardly knows, but she wants the option to touch Clary if she needs to.

In an entirely platonic way, of course, because Clary coming out to her doesn't mean anything like that.

"Thanks, Maia," Clary says with a soft smile, and, because she's a cuddly and affectionate person, touches Maia’s bare arm.

A moment of comfortable silence passes between them. Then, Maia becomes overly aware of Clary's hand on her arm, and Clary's eyes on her lips, and Clary's wet clothes on her couch.

"Why are you telling me?" Maia asks. Then quickly adds, "I mean, I'm honoured and everything, but I would've thought you'd tell Luke first. Or Izzy, or, I don’t know, Magnus."

Clary laughs again, dropping her hand. "I'm gonna tell them all soon. But I was talking to Simon, and he said I should tell you. I wasn't going to listen, at first, but then I realized he was right."

"About what? What did he say?"

Clary looks at her in a way that makes Maia's heart flutter. It's filled with what can only be described as admiration, and it's hard to miss the way her eyes snap to Maia's chest and back up again. Clary smiles before speaking again:

"That you're worth the risk."

She says it with a certain kind of confidence. The kind that implies she's ready to be rejected. That she's not used to going after people - she's always the one being chased - but like everything else in her life, she's willing to give it her all.

Maia tucks a wet strand of hair out of Clary's face. She watches Clary's expression falter, like she's achieved her goal but can't believe it's happening. It's so different from the way Maia's seen her look at Jace, or even Simon. She's vulnerable and full of hope, and she only tears her eyes away from Maia's to stare at her lips instead.

Maia kisses her.

Clary wastes no time kissing her back, sweet and gentle at first, and then with passion. Hunger. Her hands wind their way through Maia's hair. For all intents and purposes, she's a very good kisser. She pulls back too soon, sighing softly. Maia watches the realization that she's just kissed a girl sink in, watches her cheeks turn red and a giddy smile take over her face.

“Wow,” Clary says. Maia can relate.

Clary leans in to kiss her again, but Maia stops her with a gentle hand on her chin. Clary looks at her with confused puppy dog eyes (which is especially unfair, seeing as Maia is the one who's supposed to have canine traits). "You need to get changed before you get sick," Maia says, pushing off the couch. She walks into her tiny bedroom and rummages through her drawers until she finds a Wonder Woman t-shirt and a pair of leggings she thinks will fit Clary. Back in the living room, she tosses them at Clary before announcing that she's going to make some tea.

In the kitchen, illuminated only by the oven lights, Maia leans against the refrigerator as she waits for the water to boil.

I just kissed Clary Fairchild.

The mere idea of it is ridiculous and unreal, even if Maia has been noncommittally flirting with Clary ever since that night at the Hunter’s Moon – nothing serious, never expecting it to be reciprocated, but making jokes and fixing her hair behind her ear anyway. It’s surreal to think it actually went somewhere. Neither of them has the best track record when it comes to relationships. But here they both are: Clary making grand romantic gestures, Maia making tea, the two of them kissing like nothing has ever gone wrong in their lives.

But things have gone wrong, for both of them, and whatever this is, Maia doesn't want it to ruin them, because whatever this is probably isn’t going to be light and casual, not with the way her heart’s pounding at the thought of Clary’s lips against her own.

Maybe she'll get lucky and it will end like it did with Simon, with both of them kind and respectful, sharing hugs and promising to stay friends because that was what mattered first and foremost. Or maybe she won't. The thought of losing Clary either way is so far from pleasant it makes her stomach ache – and they've only shared one kiss so far.

Maybe it won’t end at all.

"Hey."

Startled, Maia looks to the entrance of the small kitchen, where Clary is standing in her clothes, her hair wrapped in the towel from earlier. She has that almost-but-not-quite-nervous look on again.

"Hey," Maia echoes. "You look good in my clothes."

Clary looks down at herself and smirks. "Need some help with that tea?"

Maia picks up the box of earl grey tea bags and waves it at her. "I think I got it."

"Okay," Clary says, but makes her way into the kitchen anyway, walking until she's only inches away from Maia. Maia can feel her eyes on her lips.

"You wanna kiss me again?"

Clary looks up at her from under long lashes. "Can I?"

Maia leans off the fridge, bringing her face even closer to Clary's. Just as she's about to reply flirtatiously, the kettle goes off with a high-pitched noise. Maia laughs as Clary jumps in surprise at that. Clary gives her a pointed look, but can't stop the corners of his mouth from twitching upwards. She steps back, arms crossed, and waits for Maia to tend to the tea. Maia turns off the kettle and pours them both tea, handing Clary her cup and leading her back to the living room.

They settle on the couch, Maia turning on the TV and flicking through channels in hopes of something that isn’t an infomercial. "I don't have chocolate or anything-" she starts, but is cut off by Clary taking the remote out of her hand and turning the volume down.

“Can we talk?” Clary asks. “Or make out? I’d be good with either.”

Maia raises her eyebrows and thinks, briefly, that if she and Clary do start dating, she's going to be late to a lot of shifts. That seems like a good topic to bring up, along with a hundred other hopes and concerns and predictions, but it’s two in the morning, and Clary’s starting to sniffle.

“Tomorrow,” she promises. “Both tomorrow.”

Clary grins. “Does that mean you’re asking me to spend the night?”

Maia rolls her eyes, giving Clary a gentle, playful shove. They both laugh before settling back down to drink their tea and watch reruns of an old sitcom neither of them recognizes. Clary rests her head against Maia’s shoulder, cold hair against hot skin, and sighs.

"So," she says after a long moment. "You like girls too, huh?"

[jeonsdear]

Things we cannot reveal ( Jace Wayland Imagine)

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing: Jace Wayland x Reader(Y/N = Your Name)

Request: could you do a jace imagine where you've been best friends since you found out you were a shadowhunter (like clary) but you developed feelings and he doesnt notice until izzy and alec (whom are like older brother and sister to you) tell him

Series:

Summery:

Falling for your best friend is painful

Warnings: -

Words: 1.571

A/N:

SURPRISE BITCHES I’M BACK. Wow , 10 months since my last story lol. Grown Up life is busy you know. But I miss writing so I will include a character list for whom you can send me requests ! ( Shadowhunter and Riverdale )

And now, enjoy!

Also sorry for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language . Characters/Fandoms I currently write about (x), send me requests (x), my collection of stories (x) and

Read it on ArchiveOfOurOwn (x)

*gif by jalecsource *

It hadn’t always been like this. And still, many would claim otherwise. How could a girl not fall for Jace Wayland from the very beginning? But you hadn’t. When you first were found by those black hooded men, shivering and dumped behind a trashcan in some street corner, you had only been twelve years old. Memories? Lost.  There were no parents to bring you back to, at least none you knew about. And somehow you ended up at the New Yorker institute, striped off all memories and any sense of self. No, when you first met Jace Wayland you did not think about his two colored eyes or the wicked grin, but rather hid inside a closet. He was a lady’s boy back then already, but with you he was different. He sat outside your hiding space, bribing you out of the closet with a stuffed elephant and telling you how he also had no parents. Maybe it was the similarity of your both pasts that made you trust him. But from that moment on you followed him around like a duckling. No, not because of some silly crush but because of safety. Trust. Friendship.  

 While Isabelle and Alec Lightwood became something close to siblings, Jace could not be categorized as your brother. Mind you, not because you were closer to Alec and Izzy, because you weren’t, but because he was your best friend. When you both were fourteen he was so torn between having to choose between you and Alec as parabatai that at some point you willingly declined. You figured that if Alec shared the bond with Jace, it was way more less likely for the idiot to die. Because let’s face it, 2 years of training could not compete with Alec’s skills. And that��s what you both did; you took care of each other. That included making sure no one noticed Jace sneaking off in the middle of the night to see some girl. You got each other, a deeper understanding more valuable than some shaky romance. So no, you didn’t fall for Jace.

 Until you did.

 You can still remember the day of clarity quite precisely. It wasn’t the way his eye crinkled when he told you a joke and couldn’t stop laughing himself, it wasn’t the quite sigh you were so used to hearing after he fell asleep. It wasn’t his body either.

It were his tears.

It were his tears after you asked him whether he missed not growing up with real parents.  You hadn’t expected him to answer at all, used to the silence surrounding this topic. But he surprised you when he laughed quietly and rubbed at his watering eyes before sighing: ‘’Everyday. Some days are easier than others though.’’

 Now you couldn’t talk to him without getting lost in his eyes, swallowing every time he trained shirtless or you drew a rune on him. Sleeping in one bed together made the butterflies erupt in your stomach and while you had supported his nightly hook-ups before you now nearly died with jealousy. But you kept quiet , of course you did.  Jace was your rock, losing him wasn’t an option you’d ever willingly take. And since you were sure about his feelings for you, obviously platonic, you tried not to think about too many ‘what ifs’. So you had your fair share of distraction hook-ups and put all your energy into training and suppressing any unwanted feelings.

 ‘’Get your head in the game, Y/N! What the hell is up with you?’’

You were pinned beneath Jace on the training floor, panting.

‘’Think I’m coming down with something.’’, you murmured frustrated, which turned into irritation when you heard him snort.

‘’You’re a Shadowhunter, you don’t get sick.’’

You pushed him off you with a little too much force and snapped at him: ‘’Maybe I do.’’

‘’Hey-okay okay. ‘’

Jace had his hands up, a frown ceasing his forehead before his eyes lit up with concern.

‘’I just…you’ve been on edge for a while now, messing up missions, not talking to me.  When was the last time we had a sparring session that didn’t end up with you storming out?’’

You closed your eyes frustrated and rubbed your temples.

He was right. You’ve been screwing up missions and avoiding Jace all while feeling like you’re going to blow off any minute now. The problem was standing right in front of you, looking like he was about to pull you to his chest. So you did the only thing you could bear doing; you turned around and grabbed a bow and dagger.  It’s been a month since Jace regularly met up with that witch friend of Magnus’- Alec’s boyfriend. The problem was not him dating a witch, no, it was him dating anyone that wasn’t you. You had kept it together for a few years, but lately everything seemed to crumple. Every carefully constructed wall seemed no longer to be able to withhold the sheer force of your feelings. It was also a lot easier to cope with Jace jumping from one bed into the next one, but this time it seemed to be something more serious.  And maybe that was why you sounded like a real bitch when you said: ‘’Not talking to you? It’s not like I see you around much anymore. ‘’

You didn’t dare turn around but you could feel Jace stiffen.

‘’What?’’

‘’Oh don’t act so clueless. You’re with Patricia all the time.’’

That was partly true. He indeed spent a lot time with her. But he always tried to make sure to spend at least the same amount of time with you as well. But jealousy and rage wasn’t logical. And you felt like you were losing him to someone else and like your worst fear was about to come alive.

It wasn’t just about you being jealous- no you could feel him slipping away. And there was nothing greater you feared than him leaving you alone. He was, and always would be, the most important person in your life. Even without all the lovey-dovey feelings.

But that seemed to be threatened by a certain witch and not crying right now took all your willpower.  

‘’This is unfair and you know it. It’s not true and besides, I offered like a million times to introduce you both but you keep on declining. Why are you so bothered by her being a witch I thou-‘’

‘’Don’t you-don’t you dare finish that sentence Wayland.’’, you spit out, clenching your fists and finally facing him again.

‘’This is not about her being a witch. How on earth can you even think something like that?’’

You bit your lower lip before taking in a deep breath.

‘’I don’t…by the angels, Y/N! I’m just trying to figure out what’s wrong. You’re being a real shitty friend, forcing me to be a shitty friend but I honestly don’t know what to do other than get mad at you.’’

His voice echoed in the room, making you wince. He was angry.

‘’Why do you have to be so blind?’’, you screamed at him before breaking the bow in the process of storming out of the training room, passing Alec and Izzy on your way out.

 Jace was about to trail after you but then he shook his head and sat down on the stairs. Burying his face in his hands.

He felt the presence of his parabatai, but didn’t look up.

‘’You really have no clue, do you?’’

Alec’s voice was soft but wary and when Jace did look up, something like hesitation crossed his features.

‘’No clue about what?’’

The tall shadowhunter sought validation in his sisters eyes before he sighed.

‘’Here I thought I was the awkward one when it comes to feelings and relationships. But turns out you’re even dumber than me. Y/N likes you, Jace.’’

‘’I know, I like her too.’’, Jace rolled his eyes at Alec and made a move to stand up but Izzy put a hand on his shoulder.

‘’Not like that, Jace. She likes you more than just a friend. ‘’

‘’Y/N is in love with you.’’, Alec plainly said and rubbed his forehead.

‘’Look, I feel like this is going to put me in a lot of misery because she trusts me but I can’t keep on seeing her that down. Y/N thinks you’re dating Patricia. And she kept her feelings closed-off from you for quite a while but I think she fears she’s going to lose you completely to someone else and that scares her. ‘’

Jace was dumbstruck.

Alec and Izzy could tell he’d never thought about you being jealous.

‘’But Patricia…she’s not-‘’

‘’We know that, Jace. But you never really clarified that with Y/N, did you?’’, Izzy smiled before picking up the broken bow.

‘’Besides, not the most urgent thing to think about, don’t you think?’’, Alec slowly said and tried to catch any evidence of feelings on Jace’ face.

Might he feel the same? Did Alec just ruin Y/N’s and Jace’ friendship?

The silence that stretched on until Jace cleared his throat was filled with unspoken words.

‘’You’re sure about all of that?’’, he quietly asked, rubbing his palms against his trousers.

‘’Yes.’’, Izzy simply said. ‘’She’s my little sister.’’

A small smile crossed Jace’s lips at that before he closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

The concern crawling back into his features.

‘’Nothing to think about then.’’

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It’s totally legitimate to hate me for that ending, yes. What do you think Jace means with that last statement. Let me knooooow hihi ?

[theravennest]

If you equate or correlate Clary’s purity, value, special-ness, or anything else to her “virginity,” you’re trash. Full stop.

Her “first time” being with Simon will not mean anything for when she eventually has sex with Jace. That is not how sex, romance, or intimacy works.

Is Magnus less “pure,” is Malec sex less “special,” because he’s had sex with other people before Alec? How about Izzy and Simon? Is Jace not pure because he’s had sex before?

No. Cuz that idea is so outdated and gross and rooted in misogyny, that I am breathless that there are people who want to uphold that nonsense still in 2017. That disgusting idea needs to be put in the ground where it belongs.

Also, stop treating Simon like he’s any other straight white boy, when he is Jewish and Latino. Slagging on him because he isn’t Jace is gross too tbh.

Literally, how can anyone say Simon doesn’t care about or cherish Clary? Or that his love for her is somehow of less value than Jace’s love? Why? Because Simon and Clary are trying to work out if a romantic relationship is viable for them so they’re experimenting with each other? Give me a break, honestly.

They are on a journey of self discovery and at least they don’t think of, nor have they ever considered, each other as actual siblings. Luke and Jocelyn might be parental figures for Simon, and Magnus is currently another mentor, but he lived with his mother. She is his parent. Simon and Clary are not Jace and Alec. The Lightwoods adopted Jace and he lived as their son, and their children’s brother. Luke and Jocelyn never adopted Simon. Literally, stop erasing Simon’s real, actual family with whom he has lived his entire life. His mother and sister, and his father when he was alive, exist in this world.

Simon literally has known Clary for over a DECADE. He is her best friend. He has had love in his heart for her and she for him, whether that was romantic or platonic or some confusing mix of “I don’t know what this is but let’s see,” for over a DECADE.

If they did have sex and that clip was not a dream/hallucination, I have no doubt in my mind that he will treat her well, it will (hopefully) have a consensual tone, and she will have a good time, at the least, which is basically all you need to have sex. While deep romantic love can make sex more emotionally meaningful, it is not the only kind of sex to have. Friends can have sex and it’s great and fun. Hopefully, it will be the same for him too.

TV!Simon is not Book!Simon and TV!Clary is not Book!Clary. TV!Simon is not a gross Nice Guy TM who whined for pages and pages that Clary was not in love with him, nor did he creepily confess like Book!Simon. He was jealous in the first season but calmed way down, way quicker, and never blamed or harassed Clary for not choosing him.

Furthermore, TV!Clary is depicted as having mild sexual/physical interest or notice in Simon since all the way back in Episode 1 (outside of Pandemonium), which cropped up again in this season. That mild interest has progressed to her actively pursuing a relationship with Simon. She is giving this thing with Simon an actual chance, and when they both come to the realization that maybe they’re better as friends, at least they will not have any regrets. (This is also why I think they’re revealing the incest lie, so that Clary can make her decisions with full knowledge of everything before she does.)

Her, Simon, and her friendship with Simon are not “tarnished” or “ruined” because they tried dating. If written right, they are both 100% capable of going back to a platonic relationship after dating and having sex. Literally, thousands upon thousands of people can be friends with an ex. Especially if your break up is thoughtful, considerate, kind, and full of communication and respect.

In fact, if they do portray a friendship that happens after trying to date, and they are able to move on with their lives and go back to being just friends, it will actually be fairly interesting. Especially if they do it without any wild angst and cheating. (I have no faith in the writers for this, but they might.)

Do I think giving Clary and Simon a sex scene when Magnus and Alec’s first time was dubious and shortchanged is completely unfair and rooted in conscious and unconscious homophobia? Do I think that Magnus and Alec are being used as promo/show bait and that it’s utterly gross of the showrunners/Freeform? Yes, and I’m still fucking heated about that. I am a Bi Black woman, that shit has me so steamed. (And I’m sure all of the other LGBTQ+ and/or Asian fans feel even more betrayed.)

Do I think that so far this love triangle is complete bullshit? Yes. Love triangles are almost always tired, cliche, heteronormative bullshit. I dislike pretty much all of this to varying degrees, including both Clary/Simon and Clary/Jace. Because of the Clary/Jace incest plot, because it’s so typical and boring and predictable, because Clary has better chemistry with Izzy and Simon has better chemistry with Jace (+everyone else), because Clary is a fairly uninteresting White Savior lead steeped in racist storytelling in a way that is a White Feminist’s dream. 

Take a pick.

Y’all have to know by now that I don’t even LIKE Clary (Book, TV, and Movie) all that much, but I’m not gonna be out here condoning people spouting misogynistic shit about women and virginity like Clary is suddenly less or tarnished for not having Jace as her “first time.” 

Let’s dead that entire conversation point right now.