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tvandenneagram · 4 years ago

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The Mortal Instruments Enneagram Types - Type Descriptions and Tri-types under the cut

Clary Fray: 4w5 - 6w5 - 1w2

Clary is brave, creative and stubborn. She will always try to do what she believes is right and will follow her heart when she makes decisions.

Clary is very artistic and has a talent for creating runes. She expresses herself through her art and and carries her sketchbook with her everywhere she goes, using it like a diary.

Clary will fight for what she believes in and will often put herself in danger if it means protecting those she cares about. She is stubborn and it is difficult to change her mind once she has made a decision

Clary is very romantic and is preoccupied with her relationship with Jace. She has extremely strong feelings for Jace and somewhat idealises their relationship. Type 4s are often very attached to their romantic partners and search for an ideal partner, which I think is what we see Clary doing with Jace.

I considered typing Clary as a 6 because she is very loyal, however I think that she is more preoccupied with finding out who she is in the world than her safety. I also think she does not make her decisions based on fear and that she doesn’t really plan out her actions very much. While this could indicate that she is counterphobic I think it is more likely that she is a type 4.

Clary has a wing 5 because she is more introverted and withdrawn than a wing 3 would be.

Jace Herondale/Wayland/Morgenstern/Lightwood/whatever name he has this week: - 6w7 (cp) - 8w7 - 3w4

Jace is independent, headstrong and sarcastic. He presents himself as haughty and arrogant, but uses this attitude as a defense mechanism for his insecurites.

Despite Jace’s flippant attitude he has a strong moral core and is very dutiful. He is a very skilled fighter and takes his training seriously. Underneath his pompus exterior, Jace is hiding distinct feelings of inferiority. He is extremely self-loathing in the original trilogy and often purports things to be his fault when they are not. Jace believes that he has been fed demon blood and attributes his conflicts with this. He hates the feelings he has for Clary and blames it on being part demon. Even when all this is disproven, Jace still carries his mistakes like a burden and believes that he is defective. Some type 6s (especially counterphobic 6s, like Jace) feel like the world is ‘against’ them and I think this attitude comes across from Jace, especially earlier in the series.

Jace has very complicated feelings towards Valentine. While Valentine was abusive and is known to be evil, he is also the man who raised Jace. Jace holds onto his positive memories of Valentine, despite all the lies and abuse he suffered upon him. 6s often have complex relationships with their parental figures and they seek their support.

Jace will fight for his issues head on and often runs straight into battle to protect the people he cares about. I think Jace is the counterphobic variant of 6, as he is more likely to show his aggression and put themselves in dangerous situations. Counterphobic 6s are also often rebellious and defiant to authority (because they don’t trust it), which is something we see in Jace.

I considered typing Jace as an 8 because he is very assertive and values strength. However I believe that Jace is assertive and acerbic because he doesn’t trust easily. He puts walls up because he is scared of letting people in because he doesn’t want his trust to be broken. When Jace lets someone in he is very loyal and will do anything for them.

Jace has a wing 7 becomes he is more emotionally expressive and more likely to react than a wing 5 would be.

Alec Lightwood: 1w9 - 2w1 - 6w5

Alec is principled, caring and brave. He is straightforward and doesn’t care much for pretenses.

Alec is serious and responsible. As the oldest member of his family, Alec put it upon himself to be the protector of his family. He felt that he had to be the most responsible and as a result became very dependable. Alec is extremely compliant and concerned with the rules of the Clave.

Alec is very concerned with what others think of him. He is so scared of what his parents and friends would think of him if they found out he were gay so he kept it secret from everyone except Izzy. Alec knew since a young age he was gay, but bottled his feelings up, because the Clave said it was wrong. He was scared to go against the Clave’s laws and was worried of losing his family’s respect.

Alec can sometimes come across as judgmental, rigid and condescending, which are common flaws of Type 1s. Underneath all that, Alec is the harshest critic on himself and he holds himself to impossible standards. Despite being very accomplished, he never thought he was good enough and would discount his successes. Alec is often afraid to make a mistake, which results in him being very careful and practical when making his decisions.

Alec initially had a snobbish attitude and prejudice towards Downworlders, but opens up more as he interacts with them. In his relationship with Magnus, Alec becomes more carefree and loosens up a bit. He still shows insecurities within this relationship, but is able to overcome them.

Alec has a wing 9 as he is more guarded with his emotions than a wing 2 would be.

Magnus Bane: 7w6 - 4w3 - 9w8

Magnus is eccentric, worldly and kind. He really wants to find love and acceptance in the world.

Magnus is very flamboyant and whimsical. His personality contrasts quite distinctly with Alec’s more serious and reserved demeanour. Magnus is very open and does not compromise himself for anyone. He is inclusive and accepting of all people, having friends of all different walks of life.

Magnus enjoys a good party and seeks out experiences. As an immortal, he has had quite a storied life and has been all over the world. At times, it can seem like he doesn’t take situations very seriously and will make snarky jokes about them.

Deep down, Magnus yearns for the love and acceptance he never got from his parents. He had a difficult childhood and was not accepted by his family because he was a Downworlder. Due to this trauma, Magnus tries to repress his negative feelings and numb them with more ‘fun’ experiences. While he appears to be very open, he is actually deceptively guarded and is very hesitant to share deep and honest experiences with others. Magnus appears lively and jovial but is hiding a jaded and cynical worldview.

In his relationship with Alec, Magnus is initally the much more active party. 7s are assertive types and if they want to do something they will do it. We often see Magnus being the one to act first whereas Alec was too scared to act on his feelings for a long time. However, as time passes and their relationship becomes more public we see issues begin to form and Magnus is the one to pull away. When Magnus hears about Alec’s idea to turn him mortal, Magnus feels betrayed and breaks up with him. After their break up, Magnus is very avoidant of Alec and ignores him. This is quite typical of 7s, who hate to confront feelings.

Magnus has a wing 6 as he is more relationship focused and personable than a 7w8.

Isabelle Lightwood: 3w2 - 6w7 - 1w2

Izzy is fierce, passionate and confident. She can come across as vain or narcissistic, but is actually very insecure and vulnerable.

Izzy is charming and magnetic. She has a quality about her which draws people in. Izzy is comfortable with her looks and will often use them as a means to get what she wants. Despite her outgoing demeanour, she is actually very distrustful and fragile. Izzy is guarded with her true feelings and is hesitant to let people know the real her.

Izzy has a bit of an image that she has crafted of being rebellious and promiscuous to protect herself. She dated a lot and many of these dates were people her parents wouldn’t approve of. Izzy would form meaningless relationships so that she wouldn’t have to worry about forming real feelings or being hurt. She also did this in part to detract attention from Alec so her parents wouldn’t be suspicious of him.

Izzy is very protective and loyal to her friends. She loves them very deeply and is devastated whenever something bad happens to them. Izzy always tries to be there for her family and defends them with everything she has. She is particularly depressed when her brother Max dies as she blames herself for the death. She thinks that she failed him because she didn’t listen to him when he tried to tell her something was wrong. Izzy holds onto this guilt and even skipped the funeral because she felt she did not deserve to be there.

Izzy desperately wants love, but is hesitant to trust any man. Her mother confided in her when she was younger about her father’s infidelities and told her never to trust a man. As a result, Izzy is the character who takes the longest to open herself up to love. She is passionate about Simon, but is scared to love him because she thinks it will only bring her pain.

Izzy has a wing 2 because she is more grandiose and showy than a wing 4 would be. 3w2s are generally more concerned with their outward appearances and appearing desirable compared to 3w4s.

Simon Lewis: 9w1 - 4w5 - 6w5

Simon is calm, nerdy and accepting. He is a great friend and is courageous when he needs to be.

Type 9s look for normalcy and struggle with change, which is something we see in spades with Simon. When we first meet Simon he is the only mundane character. He is the ‘normal’ one surrounded by all the magical creatures in the TMI universe. Later on, Simon is transformed into a vampire (well first he’s a rat, then he’s a Daylighter and then he’s a Shadowhunter) and longs to be normal. He resists his vampiric urges and refuses to drink from humans for an extremely long time. Simon struggled for a long time to accept this change and was worried about how it would affect his relationships with his loved ones. He desperately craved a normal life and once he became a Daylighter he tried as best as he could to lead as normal a life as possible.

Simon is non-confrontational and is afraid to share his true feelings for the fear that it might change his relationships. At the beginning of the series, he had been in love with Clary for years but never mustered up the courage to say so. He is initially very jealous of Jace and tries to get Clary not to like him. When he is dating Clary he realises her true feelings lie with Jace and ends the relationship. At his core, Simon truly cares for his friends and just wants them to be happy.

Simon is a great listener and genuinely cares about his friends feelings. He is something of a sounding board and both Clary and Izzy with both feeling very comfortable talking about their problems with him. When Max died, Izzy was able to find comfort in Simon. He listened to her and was able to give her solace and understanding.

Simon is a people pleaser and is scared to hurt other’s feelings. Sometimes, this can lead to him making some mistakes. 9s fear conflict and will try to avoid it at all costs. They avoid saying negative things because they don’t want people to react badly or hurt their feelings. We see this in the whole mess with Maia and Izzy. I actually hate this storyline but I feel it is a good example of Simon’s general 9-ness. When Simon was dating both girls he showed the 9s indecisiveness, people-pleasing and fear of conflict. I feel that Simon wasn’t honest with either girl because he was scared of their reaction and scared of hurting their feelings. I also feel like Simon was confused in his feelings and couldn’t decide which girl was actually the one for him.

Simon has a wing 1 because he is more repressed and uptight than a 9w8 would be. His 1 wing also influences him to want to be a ‘good’ person, which is part of why he is so upset when he becomes a vampire (which he feels is turning him into a ‘monster’).

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lovemalecforever · 3 years ago

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Chapter 19

Let me confine you in my arms.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let me confine you in my arms, Calming the violence of your storms, Absorbing it in the depth of my soul, Gathering you up and making you whole.

Holding you tightly when we get closer, Letting you cry over my shoulder, Gently caressing and kissing you in parts, Slowly mending your broken heart.

©scrawled_dreams

[A/N: I thought this poem fits perfectly for Malec in this story, so I posted it here. This is my original under the pen name scrawled_dreams.]

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The warm golden rays of sunlight fell over Alec's eyes through the crack of the curtains, making him stir in sleep. The room was dimly lit with the golden glow of the rays filtering into the room. The crystal particles of dust were dancing in mid-air.

Alec's eyelashes fluttered and he woke up, then quickly covered his eyes, blocking the bright rays reaching into his eyes. He stirred, then woke up properly, only then he noticed his legs were intertwined with his husband's, his arm lay protectively over his waist in a tight grip and he was big spooning his sweet warlock. He smiled and left feather-soft kisses on his shoulder and nape of the neck, making sure not to disturb his sleeping beauty. He smoothly untangled them, so as not to disturb his husband, stood up and left for the bathroom. When he came out, his husband was still sound asleep so he decided to make breakfast for them.

He left for the kitchen and quickly made a breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs with bacon, bread toast, two mini pancakes, a bowl of fruit, a glass of orange juice for Magnus, and strong black coffee for himself. He put everything on a tray then left for his bedroom.

When he opened the bedroom door he saw his husband turning and tossing around on the bed, his hands moving around on the empty sheets like he was trying to grab something and he was mumbling something in his sleep. He walked towards the bed, kept the tray on the side table, and sat on the bed. From up close he was able to listen to what his warlock was mumbling in his sleep.

"Al... Alexander.. don... don't leave me, please. I.. won't.. won't be.. able to.. live.. with.. without you. I.. I'm sorry, for... forgive me, don't... don't leave me." He kept mumbling the same thing again and again.

Alec's heart sank in his chest, his wings threatening to come out and wrap Magnus in it. He controlled the urge as it was not the right time for that. Instead, he sat beside him and started running his fingers through his hair in a soothing manner, caressing him gently and softly, and gave him a feather-light kiss on his temple and forehead. The warlock relaxed under his touch and rested his hand on his lap.

"Wake up, Magnus. I've made breakfast for you." He nudged him gently.

"Mm.. fi.. minit..." Alec chuckled at his adorableness.

"Wake up love. You can sleep later, I have the whole day with you today." He softly kissed him on the tip of the nose.

That's when Magnus' eyes shot up, making him fully awake. "Alexander?" He shifted and sat up on the bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his shadowhunter with a glint.

"Morning, love!" He tucked the locks of his messy hairs falling on his temples behind his ears and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

As soon as Alec's lips touched Magnus, the realization of the recent happenings dawned on him, and just like that, the glint in his eyes was gone. The guilt overpowering all his other emotions.

"Mags, what's wrong?"

"I.. Alexander... I.." He stuttered, looking anywhere but him.

"Magnus, if this is about whatever that heartless bloodsucking vampire did to you, you don't have to worry, okay. I'll understand if you don't want to tell me what happened or want to take your time, but just know that she'll never be able to cause a strain in our relationship. I love you, Magnus Lightwood Bane, nothing can change that." He caressed his cheeks and pecked him on the temple.

Magnus didn't know why, but the gentle touch and his reassuring words had made him relax like everything will be normal between them the way it used to be before that horrible day a month ago. He nodded and smiled. "I'm sorry, Alexander. I just, these three days were horrible without you. Please don't leave like that ever again, I... I know I'm being selfish, but I just can't, I love you, Alexander."

"Hey, I'm never leaving you again, Magnus. You can be selfish about that. Now, breakfast is waiting for you." He took the tray from the table and kept it between them. Magnus warmed the breakfast with the flick of his hands, earning a sweet kiss on his cheek from his husband.

"Perks of having a warlock husband." Alec grinned.

"Why don't you have work today?" Magnus asked with a mouthful of scrambled eggs and bacon.

"I do, I told Jia that I'll be working from home today, I wanted to spend time with my husband. I know I've been busy lately, and I wanted to make it up to you for that."

Magnus looked at his shadowhunter, guilt washing over him once again. 'How could I? How am I ever gonna tell you the truths, about thinking of breaking our marriage, about the fear of losing you, about my feelings, about.. about what happened with Camille? I can't lose you, never ever again.' he thought.

"Then I should be one hell of a lucky man! I got my man for a whole day to myself, what are we gonna do about it?" He asked playfully, pushing away his guilt, much to his own obliviousness that he had become an open book to his husband in the past five years.

"Let me guess, lots of cuddles and complete bed rest for you. And don't you dare think about anything else! You're not in perfect shape, so let me just take care of you today. Sounds like a plan?"

Magnus pouted but eventually agreed. He just wanted to be in his shadowhunter's arms, nothing more. They finished their breakfast in silence, stealing kisses in between or more like Alec showering his warlock with kisses and making up for his absence.

After breakfast, they cleaned the whole apartment together, then they both enjoyed a calming bubble bath, with Alec carefully cleaning and massaging the warlock, making him a jelly under his touch. After they were done, they changed into comfortable clothing and Alec carried his husband into bed bridal style, laying him gently on it. Then he took his Tab and sat on the bed on his side, doing his work from it. Magnus laid his head on his husband's lap and nuzzled into him, enjoying the soft touch of the shadowhunter's fingers through his wet hair and on his scalp. Not long after, he fell asleep on his lap.

Alec looked down at the warlock who was sleeping peacefully on his lap, his mind wandering to the possibilities of what he had gone through in his absence. He cursed himself for not being there for him, then leaned down and kissed him on top of his head, and went back to work.

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Magnus woke up to a delicious smell of food invading his senses. He blinked away his sleep and sat on the bed. That's when he realized that there was a large tray of food kept on the bed and his husband was nowhere to be seen. "Alexander?" He called softly.

"Coming!" He heard his voice, then soon Alec entered the room with a tray that had a large bowl in it. Magnus looked at him with confusion. "Chicken soup, for you."

Magnus looked at him then at the tray kept on the bed which had whole-wheat pita stuffed with diced chicken, black bean spread, spinach, and red peppers with minted brown rice. His heart melted to the highest degree. "Alexander, you don't have to do all this, I could have summoned-"

"Shut up and enjoy the food. You know I'm not gonna make all this again, right?"

Magnus looked at him with puppy eyes and pouted, he knew really well he gets the special treatment from his shadowhunter rarely and he always enjoyed it. Mostly they either ordered takeouts, summoned food, or Magnus was the one to make lunch and dinner.

Alec kissed his pouting husband, then kept the tray on the bed and started serving them both. Magnus crawled towards him and sat on his lap, literally. Alec sighed and shook his head.

"Feed me?" Magnus asked, or more precisely stated.

"Really Mags!"

"Pretty please." He looked at him with puppy eyes.

"You're impossible, love." He shook his head and kissed the tip of his nose.

They ate their lunch in comfortable silence with Alec feeding the grown-up child sitting on his lap. He wondered if he would ever be able to see this side of Magnus ever again. It was cute and annoying at the same time. They had eaten half of their lunch when Magnus's phone buzzed loudly, interrupting their cute moment.

"Ignore that!" Alec said sternly.

"That could be important, Alexander." He replied, chewing the mouthful of minted rice his husband fed him.

Just when Alec was about to reply, the phone buzzed again.

"Let me check it." He said as he stood up from his lap and went to the side table situated near his side of the bed on which his phone was kept. Just when he was about to pick up his phone, it buzzed again. He sighed then checked the messages, it was from an unknown number.

> Hey, love. Long time no see.

>I want to meet you, Magnus. I know you miss me.

>Meet me at the same club in Germany, I'm waiting for you.

Magnus gulped, his blood boiled reading the messages. 'How dare she!' he thought to himself.

"Magnus? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's a client, just a minute." He quickly typed back a reply.

To hell with you, Camille Belcourt. I don't care how you got my number. I'm not interested in meeting you, find yourself a new source for enjoyment, or rot in hell. I don't give a damn.<

>Oh, Magnus. I thought you enjoyed our last meeting. Too bad, I still want to meet you.

Go to hell, Camille. I'm not coming. Oh, sorry I forgot, you are the definition of hell.<

>You will, my love. Be here in ten minutes, or I'll feed on every mundane present in this bar and then convert them into a vampire.

You wouldn't.<

> You know me, Magnus. You know I will. Nine minutes remaining.

Magnus gulped, he knew if he wouldn't be there, she would feed on innocent mundanes, and there would be plenty of mundanes there. That bar was just like his Pandemonium, open for everyone. He waved his hands and quickly dressed.

"Magnus, what the hell? You're not going anywhere. Come back here right now." Alec stated when he saw him dressed up and ready to leave.

"Alexander, I'm sorry, but this is important. I need to be there."

"Magnus -"

"Alexander, I promise, I'll be fine, okay. I'll be back soon."

Alec sighed but nodded. Magnus quickly opened the portal and stepped into it.

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Magnus stepped out of the portal in front of the bar. He quickly walked inside and scanned the bar. To his relief everyone was safe.

"Oh, my love. Always so protective and caring. Easy to lure to out, isn't it?" She came from behind and traced her fingers on his back and shoulders.

Magnus screwed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. "What do you want?" He asked coldly.

"Isn't that obvious, Magnus? I want you. I want us to be together again." She turned him towards herself and traced her pointed nails on his face.

Magnus shoved her hands away and looked at her with disgust. "It's never happening."

"You think that mortal will be able to keep you happy, huh? The moment he'll die, you'll come back running to me, like always. I'm your only true love, Magnus. I'll make you happy."

"Never. Happening." He spat.

That offended her, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she looked at him directly in the eyes. The pupils of her eyes became larger and wider, nearly touching the base of the iris, and the color became darker. "You know you want me, Magnus. You love me and only me. You want to explore every part of my body. Touch me everywhere. Touch me, Magnus. Kiss me."

"I... I want you." His lips moved automatically. His hands snaked around her waist against his will and held her tightly. He didn't want to do any of it, but his body wasn't listening to him.

She smiled maliciously between the kisses. Her hands rubbed against his chest, slowly undoing his jacket and opening his shirt's button.

Magnus felt disgusted. It felt really wrong but he was not in control of his body. They were working on their own accord. He wasn't able to stop himself and whatever was happening was getting more heated. He felt tears forming in the back of his eyes. Then something rang in his brain. 'I love you Magnus Lightwood Bane.' the voice, his shadowhunter's voice. 'I am and will always be your loving husband.' This time he was able to focus on his powers, he centered it on his hands and sent a huge shockwave in her body.

As soon as Camille felt the shockwave, she jumped and removed herself from his grasp, having a look of pure vengeance on her face.

"The hell, Camille Belcourt!? You encanto'd me. How low could you go?" His voice was dripping with hatred.

"How were you able to break it? You-"

Before she could complete it, Magnus put a freezing spell on her and ran out of the bar. He quickly opened the portal and ran into it before the spell wore off and Camille followed him.

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The portal opened up in his bedroom, and he ran out of it. He almost stumbled and was about to fall when a strong pair of arms caught him.

"Magnus! Are you okay? What happened?" Alec looked at his husband with wide eyes. His jacket was almost falling off, a few of the shirt's buttons were undone, his hair was slightly messy and he had tears in his eyes.

"Mags? What happened?"

Before Magnus could answer, they heard a low whistling of windows from their living room.

"What was that?"

"Probably the wind. You didn't answer? What happened? Are you alright?" He quickly changed the subject. From the corner of his eyes, he saw an emerald blue blur vanishing into the clouds and sighed with relief.

"A.. I.." He looked everywhere but his husband. This was too much for him to keep to himself. He cursed himself for falling for her trap.

Alec cupped his cheeks and rubbed his thumbs gently below his eyes. "Mags." He said softly.

"A.. I.. Alexander, it.. it was Camille."

Alec's eyes widened at that. "What? Magnus why-"

"Th... the client, she was encanto'd. Camille was there already when I reached there. She.. she encanto'd me too, and.. and... I.. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He couldn't keep it inside anymore, he fell in his shadowhunter's arms and started crying uncontrollably.

Alec took in his husband's state and the realization hit him. He seethed with anger and swore to himself that she'd pay for her doings.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Alexander. Fo... forgive me. I.. I'm sorry." He managed to say between the sobs.

Alec held him tightly in his arms. "Shh, shh, it's okay, love, it's okay. You have nothing to apologize for. You didn't do anything. I'm not even mad at you. Don't say sorry for something you couldn't control. You said yourself she encanto'd you. Don't blame yourself, love." He kept holding him until his tears dried down, then left feather-soft kisses on his eyelids.

When Magnus fluttered his bloodshot eyes open and looked at his husband, he saw only pure love in his eyes. 'What have I done to deserve you? How am I ever gonna tell you the truth?' he thought to himself.

"You're not mad at me? If I'd never left, this could have been avoided. You told me to stay but I..." He trailed off and sniffed.

"Magnus, I'm not mad and don't think like that, okay? You didn't know. Let's not discuss this anymore. Hmm?"

"Okay." He whispered softly.

For the rest of the day, Magnus spent clinging to his shadowhunter for dear life. He was far too gone to pretend to be strong and resilient. They ordered takeout for dinner, this time Magnus didn't need to ask to be fed, Alec did it himself. He then carried his warlock to the bedroom in bridal style and changed him into his burgundy silk robe, then put him on the bed and wrapped himself around his warlock.

"Why do you love me so much, Alexander?" He whispered to himself, but to his dismay, his husband heard him.

"What kind of question is that, love?"

"What? I.. you.. heard it?"

"Hey." He rubbed his nose gently against his neck then kissed him softly at the nape of his neck. "Yes, I heard it. And to answer your question, I love you so much because you're wise, you're generous, you're brave, you're incredible, there's always a spark in you which lights up everything around you, you always manage to take my breath away, you always manage to make my heart beat faster, you always manage to make me love myself when I'm at my weakest, you always care for others like your own, you have the purest heart. You're the best thing that happened to me, Magnus Lightwood Bane. I can list a thousand more things if you want." He left feather-light kisses on his shoulder with each thing he said then finally he kissed him on top of his head.

A soft smile played on Magnus' lips listening to his husband's words. "I'm speechless, Alexander. Thank you."

"Sleep now, love. You need it. I love you."

"Love you too."

With that they drifted off to sleep, Alec's arms protectively wrapped around his husband, holding him in a tight yet gentle embrace.

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theresaherondalecarstairss · 5 years ago

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James Herondale in The Midnight Heir vs. Chain of Gold

Ok I don’t know if I am the only one that noticed this but I really want to talk about how James acted in The Midnight Heir (from The Bane Chronicles) and how it was explained in Chain of Gold. *Chain of Gold SPOILERS BELOW*

I want to start off by saying I loved Chain of Gold. It was an amazing book but there are a couple of things that confused me and the way James’s character seems to be so different in Chain of Gold compared to The Midnight Heir is one of them. Originally when I read The Midnight Heir I thought that James Herondale was going to be a darker version of Will. What with his demonic grandfather, his ability to turn into a shadow and his love for Grace who is portrayed as extremely deceptive. However, in Chain of Gold and every other short story I have read about James Herondale so far, he is not at all like how I first imagined him. Matthew is much more like how I imagined James in terms of internal conflict and how he deals with it. In The Midnight Heir James (who is completely drunk) shoots a chandelier, then he shoots a tavern maid in her wooden leg and later proceeds to carry out several bets he made. James also comes off as pretty rude to Magnus (who he knows is a family friend) and is later a little rude to Jem as well (who he clearly loves and depends on Chain of Gold). Something else that is important is that he is able to easily transform into a shadow (which seems to be a lot harder for him to do on the spot in Chain of Gold). The reason why a lot of this doesn’t make sense to me is that the James Herondale in Chain of Gold doesn’t seem like he would ever be intentionally rude or cruel. James respects mundanes and downworlders and has great faith in his friends and family. In the short story Nothing But Shadows (From Tales from The Shadowhunter Academy) James says:

“Everyone here knows people who were mundanes. Why should we isolate people who are brave enough to try to become like us—who want to help people? Why should we treat them as if they’re less than us, until they prove their worthiness or die? I won’t do it.”

And yet in The Midnight Heir James shoots at a mundane? Which goes completely against his stated values. The way he talks to Magnus also seems completely out of character to me as well. As can be seen in this quote:

”You’re my father’s warlock friend. He would always speak of you to my sister and me whenever other Shadowhunters spoke slightingly of Downworlders in our presence. He would say he knew a warlock who was a better friend, and more worth trusting, than many a Nephilim warrior.” The boy’s lips curled as he said it, and he spoke mockingly but with more contempt than amusement behind the mockery, as if his father had been a fool to tell him this, and James himself was a fool to repeat it.

The only explanation that is given for James’ behaviour in The Midnight Heir is given by James in Chain of Gold:

“It was a good thing Bane was there,” he added. “I was in a bad state. I barely recall it. I know it was because of Grace—she had written to me to say we should cut off contact with each other. I couldn’t understand it. I went out to drink, to forget—” He broke off, shaking his head. “The next day she wrote to me again to apologize. She said she had only been frightened. I wonder now if it would have been better had things ended then.”

To me this explanation doesn’t really explain James’ complete change in personality. I know he is drunk, so he is clearly not in the best frame of mind but drunkenness and heartbreak do not change your values. The only thing I can think of is that it is probably somehow connected to the bracelet’s power over him. Also in The Midnight Heir there is these 2 quotes from Will:

“Dear God,” said Will. “He must have been vilely drunk. Tessa, I can bear it no longer. He is taking awful risks with his life and rejecting all the principles I hold most dear. If he continues making an exhibition of himself throughout London, he will be called to Idris and kept there away from the mundanes. Does he not realize that?”

“I know my son, and he would not behave this way unless he felt he had no other choice. Unless he was trying to achieve a goal, or punish himself in some way, because he felt he had done some wrong-”

I can only imagine that perhaps the reason James acted the way he did in The Midnight Heir was because subconsciously he wanted to get sent to Idris to be with Grace? Due to the weird powers of that bracelet? Or perhaps he was blaming himself for Grace wanting to end things and so the bracelet amplified and corrupted his feelings in an extremely negative way? I’m not really sure as I do not fully understand the bracelet so I am still confused about this.

My only other thoughts on this are that the bracelet has clearly been having a lot of negative effects over a long period of time. It seems to create gaps in his memory (especially related to Cordelia). And it seems like the longer he is away from Grace the more he is able to become slightly more separated from it’s control. Several characters in Chain of Gold notice significant changes in James after the bracelet is removed and then after it is put back on again. One minute James is falling for Cordelia and the next he is burning down Blackthorn Manor. But even in that controlled state we can still see that he tries to be honorable in his interactions with Cordelia. So that’s why The Midnight Heir still confuses me. I guess the more we learn about the bracelet the more it will make sense to me. If anyone else has any other ideas, surrounding anything I have said please feel free to comment! Even if it is to disagree as perhaps it will help me become less confused. :)

#Chog Spoilers #TLH Spoilers #Cog2 Spoilers #The Last Hours #Chain of Gold #Chain of Gold Spoilers #cog spoilers #The Midnight Heir #Nothing But Shadows #The Bane Chronicles #Tales From The Shadowhunter Academy #Cassandra Clare #The Shadowhunter Chronicles

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thehuntersmoondiscord · 5 years ago

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Here’s the masterpost from the Hunter’s Moon Fairytale Retelling Event, hosted on the Hunter’s Moon Discord Server. You can find the entire collection HERE, or look below for the break down of each entry. There’s a variety of FairyTales, Ratings, and Pairings. (Banner by the amazing @foxymoley/ @foxymoleyarts)

Yeh Fitoor Mera, Maine Badla Re Mera Naseeb by @christopher-lightwood-my-heart

Summary: Magnus finds a wounded Royal while wondering in the Brocelind forest, and love blossoms. But, fate intervenes. Magnus now has to go against fate itself to bring back his love. Tags: AU-FairyTale, Royal Alec Lightwood, Good Parent Asmodeus, Happy Ending Rating: General Pairing: Malec

Chromatic Heart by @miss-shiva-adler

Summary: When an intel gathering mission yet again goes awry, android Alec goes to the only place he knows where he can be safe.Hunter's Moon Fairy Tale Retelling 2020 Pinnochio Tags: Fairy Tale Retellings, AU-Cyberpunk, AU-Robots & Androids, Android Alec Lightwood, Medtech Magnus Bane, Wire Play, Nipple Piercings, Nipple Play, First Time, First Kiss, What is love?, Mutual Pining, Overstimulation Rating: Explicit Pairing: Malec

The Prince and The Snake Charmer by @dmcanonymous

Summary: Alec never put much thought into mundane fairy tales. Now he's stuck in one and the only one charming enough to get him out of it is Magnus Bane.A retelling of a Norwegian fairy tale with a Shadowhunter twist. Tags: AU-Fairy Tale, Lindworm Prince, Snakey!Alec, Magnus to the rescue, Fluffy, snek!Alec Rating: Teen Pairing: Malec

Of roses and ice (The Snow Queen) by @brightasstars

Summary: An old demon spreads across the land pieces of an evil broken mirror, affecting the hearts and minds of all who come in contact with it. Years after the creation of the mirror a piece of that old glass touches Magnus. Magnus is taken by the Snow Queen. A heartbroken Alec continues to search for his friend, until he finds him. Tags: Retelling of the Snow Queen Rating: General Pairing: Malec

Love At First Sass by @aria-lerendeair

Summary:Alec Lightwood is the crown prince of Idris and he has been ordered to find his future husband or wife at the ball tonight, to protect the kingdom. Magnus Bane is the warlock under a spell by his father - sent to make the prince fall in love with him so his father can seize control of the kingdom of Idris. They meet, they tease, they sass, they save each other, and maybe fall in love at first sight along the way. Tags: Love at First Sight, Happy Endings, Fairy Tale Inspired, Cinderella Inspired, BAMF Magnus Bane, BAMF Alec Lightwood, Prince Alec Lightwood, Asmodeus is a Dick, Warlock Magnus, Alec is a disaster gay in any universe, First Kisses, The omamori is even more magical, Engagements, Dancing, Protective Magnus Rating: Teen Pairing: Malec

Glowing in the Dark by @hoonstarlight (ColorfulWarlock)

Summary: In front of them, there is a big house made of sweets. There is smoke spiraling from one of the chimneys and a strong smell of caramel in the air. All Lightwood siblings start to salivate, and again it’s Max the first one to break the spell. He runs towards the house and without thinking pulls a big lump from the wall made of chocolate cookies. He eats it right away and moans. Izzy and Jace soon follow, and Alec feels helpless again. OR, A dark Hansel and Gretel retelling nobody asked for. Tags: AU-Fairy Tale, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, Fairy Tale Retellings, AU-Hansel and Gretal, Fusion, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, References to Depression, Pyromania, Cannibalism (not really graphic but its there), Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, Emotional Manipulation, Magic, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Blood, Gore Rating: Explicit Pairing: Malec

Sake Of The Song by @shadowhuntersnonsense (Krit)

Summary: Jace has lived his whole life alone in his tower, unable to fly. His only company the birds, and his father. Until a mysterious stranger arrives. Tags: AU-Fairy Tale, Rapunzel Elements, Wingfic, Canon Compliant Child Abduction, Imprisonment, Jace Wayland Plays the Piano, Simon Lewis Plays the Guitar, Violence, Fluff and Angst, Broken Bones, Eye Trauma, Humor, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Happy Ending, Romance, Implied/Referenced Abuse Rating: Mature Pairing: Jace/Simon, Jace/Valentine

Clary and her Figurehead by @foxymoley

Summary: A retelling of the original Little Mermaid story in which Clary eschews a life above the waves and finds a beautiful ships figurehead in her cave of treasures. Tags: Little Mermaid Elements, Minor Character Death Rating: Teen Pairing: Clary/Izzy

True Love’s True Form by @tobythewise

Summary: Jace thought love was only true in fairy tales. Meant for someone else but not for him. But love was out to get him. That's the way it seemed. Disappointment haunted all his dreams! But then he met Raphael and Simon. Now he's a believer. OR A Shadowhunter retelling of Shrek Tags: Inspired by Shrek, Shrek References, Shrek AU, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, True Love’s Kiss, Blood Drinking, Hurt/Comfort, Rescue Mission, Sassy Raphael, Everyone is Sarcastic, Mentions of Self Harm, Happy Ending, Daylighter Simon, Daylighter Raphael Rating: Teen Pairing: Raphael/Jace/Simon

a lean wind flays by @faejilly

Summary:The beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning? Magnus and his mother and a handful of magic beans. Tags: Jack and the Beanstalk, Tragic Backstory, Canonical Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, AU-Fairy Tale, Angst Rating: Mature Pairing: General (Magnus & Magnus’ Mother)

#masterpost #fairytale retelling #malec #jimon #rjs #clizzy #fanfic #moodboards

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magnuslightwood-bane0414 · 4 years ago

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Passed down like folksongs, our love lasts so long

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Mornings with Malec because Taylor Swift makes me want a love story likes theirs �� this was supposed to be tooth rotting fluff, and most of it is, but you can thank Alec for loving his husband so much he makes it a bit angsty. I had no part of this 😉 let me know what you think!! Prompts are open!

Alec wakes up alone in bed, which is practically a sin. Alec grumbles and reaches over, his hand flattening against Magnus' side of the bed. The sheets are still warm, but his adorable husband is nowhere to be found within them.

Alec slips out of bed, searching the floor for his clothes that were shed by Magnus' magic after a date night last night, but he can't find those either.

So now he's without clothes and his husband.

Alec grabs Magnus' kimono robe that was hanging from a chair, and slips his arms through it, tying a messy knot that rests against his stomach. Then he braves the cold of the open balcony doors to search for Magnus.

He finds him in the kitchen, pressed against the oven, wearing just boxers and a hoodie. He's humming gently and mixing a bowl of something. Upon closer inspection, he's making blueberry pancakes. Alec's favorite breakfast food in the whole wide world, which makes a smile spread across Alec's face as he moves closer.

"Why'd you leave me alone in bed?" Alec whispers, pressing a lazy kiss to Magnus' earlobe and setting his chin against his shoulder, wrapping tight arms around his toned waist.

"Because after all the calories we burned last night, I figured I should get up and make my wonderful husband some blueberry pancakes."

"You have magic for that." Alec grumbles, relaxing against the warmth of Magnus' back.

"I do," Magnus admits, "But aren't you always telling me I should embrace my inner mundane and do things by hand?"

"Not when it involves cuddling your touch-starved husband."

"Oh, I see." Magnus murmurs, turning around to press a chaste kiss to his lips, "Still feeling neglected even after last night?" Alec still finds himself blushing when Magnus brings up their rather adventurous nights, and last night certainly fit in that category.

"I'll always feel neglected from your touch. You're just too damn gorgeous and it's sad that I can't have you all to myself."

Magnus hums happily at that, and runs his free hand up Alec's arm, pausing when he feels the silk sleeves of his robe.

"Is that my robe?" Magnus flips the pancake over and then snakes his hand further up Alec's arm.

"Yeah..." Alec blushes, "You somehow misplaced both my shirt and pants last night so I found this lying on the chair and just decided to put it on."

Magnus hums, "I would never just misplace your clothes on purpose, must've been a grave mistake. However, your body is attractive enough without clothes, so honestly that can't be considered a mistake..."

Alec scoffs and chuckles, saying, "Magnus, how could it have been anyone other than you? You're the one who wanted to rip my Henley off as soon as you saw it last night." Granted, that's how many of their nights end these days, with fiery passion that stills feels like a dream or a scene from a movie. But it's not, it's just Magnus and Alec, which feels so much better than his wildest dream.

"Can't blame me for wanting to enjoy the view. But darling, lavender looks stunning on you. It is officially yours, now."

"We can't share?" Alec pouts. He dips a finger into the batter and then licks his finger, smirking when Magnus gasps.

"I've corrupted you. But back to your original question, love, I suppose we could share. As long as you keep wearing it through breakfast."

"We have a deal." Alec says sweetly, sliding onto the counter beside the stove, gripping onto the string of Magnus' hoodie.

Magnus goes back to concentrating on his pancakes, placing one on the plate and then pouring a cup of batter onto the sizzling pan. Alec is content to just watching him, studying how relaxed he is in Alec’s presence, and how the rising sun holds no candle to Magnus’ own brilliance.

He would never get bored watching Magnus, but his eyes catch the sunlight hitting the exposed skin of Magnus’ golden thighs, and he gets an idea.

"Too many clothes." He mumbles, grabbing the seam of the hoodie and beginning to lift. Magnus laughs and swats his hand away playfully.

"Maybe you just have too few clothes on." Magnus counters, winking and adding a handful of fresh blueberries to the plate of pancakes.

"Now you know that's simply not true. Especially after what you said earlier." Alec leans closer and nuzzles Magnus’ neck, breathing in the scent of sandalwood.

"Shush and stop distracting me, I'm trying to finish breakfast. Here’s your plate, I will join you in one moment.” Magnus hands him a plate and gives him a gentle shove.

Magnus presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth in a silent thank you as he slips off the counter and sits down at the table.

With a lazy wave of Magnus’ hand, a bottle of syrup and a glass of orange juice appears beside Alec’s plate.

Alec waits patiently as Magnus finishes the last of his pancakes, turns the stove off, and joins Alec at the table.

Alec leans over the table and squeezes Magnus’ hand, saying, “Thank you for breakfast. It smells delicious.”

“Well, by all means, don’t wait for me to dig in.” Alec smiles and cuts into one of the fluffy pancakes. He always loves anything Magnus makes, because it’s made with love and mouthwatering flavor.

They sit in comfortable silence, save for the scraping of forks and sounds of delight at just how tasty the pancakes are. Alec finishes one of his pancakes within five bites, and looks up to see Magnus glancing at him with a fond smile on his face.

“I knew you were hungry. If we stayed in bed you would’ve been complaining within ten minutes about how hungry you were.” Alec blushes and glares at Magnus, but doesn’t deny his statement.

Both Magnus and Alec has the entire day off, and Alec is enthusiastically prepared for a lazy day, with movies and cuddles and more junk food. It’s been awhile since they’ve been able to have something as domestic as a day off with just each others company, but it is one of Alec’s favorite things in the entire world.

“I never want anything different than this.” Alec says, causing Magnus to pause and tilt his head in confusion.

“What do you mean, my love?”

“I just...I want this forever. I want lazy mornings like this. I want wild nights like we had last night. I want to love you, and be loved by you, forever. We learn about heaven and the afterlife in the Academy, and it’s supposed to be perfect, but I feel like this is as perfect as it gets. I never want to let this slip out of my grasp.”

“Alexander...” Magnus starts, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He sets his fork down and gets up, the need to be touching his love too strong to resist. Alec normally gets reflective and romantic during simple mornings and late nights, and Magnus knows this, but it doesn’t help prepare his old warlock heart for whatever sappy thing Alec says.

Alec scoots back, opening his arms as Magnus climbs onto his lap and rests his cheek against the top of Alec’s head.

“I want that too, Alexander. I want that more than anything.” Magnus whispers, closing his eyes as warm tears fall down his cheeks.

No matter how much we want it, we can’t have it.

Those are the words that are left unsaid by either of them, but they’re still spoken in the emotional silence.

Alec wraps an arm around Magnus, holding onto him with a grip that’s strong but necessary. “We’re going to have that, Magnus. I promised you that in my vows when I said I am and will always be your loving husband. I promised you that in Edom when I said I’m never leaving you again. And I don’t break promises.” Magnus sniffles and Alec moves away slightly, to take Magnus’ face in the palms of his hands.

“Alexander, even though I wish you could, you can’t promise that.” Magnus shakes his head, his heart screaming at his mind to believe it, but happiness has never had permanence in Magnus’ life.

It is the closest it has ever been now, but with the weight that one day it will end, it still drags him down to only temporary, fleeting bouts of joy.

“I can. You’re going to be able to take me on dates all over the world for as long as you’d like. You’re going to be able to tease me about the things I wear and the dumb things I say until you get tired of it. You’re going to have me for as long as you want.” Alec says resolutely, speaking like the very words spilling from his lips are being written in stone.

“Even forever isn’t long enough with you, darling.”

“But it’s a good start.” Alec says, with wet eyes and a sad smile. Even after a poignant revelation that left them both with red eyes and sadden hearts, Magnus thinks he is still the most gorgeous man that has ever walked the Earth. And he is all Magnus’, which is a revelation in of itself.

“Alexander, I would be the last person to stop you and your passionate heart after chasing something you want.” Magnus smiles back, his hand playing with the hairs at the nape of Alec’s neck. “So, yes, Angel, forever seems like a good start to me.”

“Well, then we’re going to make it happen.” Alec declares. In regards of their differing lifespans, for the first time Magnus feels a sense of peace wash over him with Alec’s words. After all, Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane has been known to blow up the very ground he stands on to make something right.

And if Magnus is sure of one thing, it’s that Alec and Magnus are unexplainably and wholeheartedly right together.

#malec #shadowhunters #alec lightwood #magnus bane #malec fanfic #malec fanfiction #kinda angsty #mostly fluff

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thelightofthebane · 5 years ago

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I feel what you feel (and my heart got equally broken)

Summary: Alec snorted, too exhausted for fear. Of course. He really played himself. Asmodeus wouldn’t leave now, not when he had his claws in such a rich source of pain as Alec, not until he drained that source entirely dry. “You don’t care about Magnus’ wellbeing. You just want more pain, more fuel.”

Asmodeus’ crooked smile was all the confirmation Alec needed. “Poor child of Raziel. So naïve. This is only the beginning.” He closed the distance between them, crouching by Alec and leaning in close. “You know,” he said, “I received something very interesting along with Magnus’ powers. I think it’s only fair that I share it with you.”

Or, A bigger and more dangerous deal is made.

Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s03e18 The Beast Within, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel, A different deal, Asmodeus is the worst, self-sacrificing idiots

It was my first time attending the Malec Secret Santa, and I’m very satisfied with the result! This story is a gift to @mirrorofliterature, and was beta-ed by @silver-latin-and-salt. I hope you all enjoy!

The original post is here.

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“Mama!”

Alec blinked as the child ran past him, into the arms of a young woman with a warm, beautiful, and eerily familiar smile.

Alec watched, trying to place the woman’s resemblance, as she took the boy onto her lap and embraced him. She began to sing, the unfamiliar language spinning a lullaby.

Whatever the words meant, they only made the kid smile wider, beaming happiness.

Another blink, and the woman now lay bleeding on the bed, a dagger blossoming from her stomach. The boy gave a desperate scream, answered only by the furious shouts of a portly man who burst into the bedroom seconds later.

Realization settled over Alec as the boy turned on the man and hit him with an all-consuming ball of fire.

Magnus.

~*~

“I’ll restore both. His magic and his immortality.” Asmodeus smiled, his golden eyes flickering dangerously, and Alec had the unsettling feeling of being eyed as prey. ”However, there is a price for each. Despite how intertwined the two usually are, it is possible to have magic and not be immortal. Or, to be condemned to an eternity as a useless mundane. So, what do you choose, Nephilim?”

Alec willed his blank mask of an expression not to waver. A selfish part of him couldn’t help but wonder if Magnus would be okay with his magic alone, sacrificing only his immortality. Just for a moment, he dared to imagine it – a life with Magnus at his side, one where they could grow old together. No more fights about that damn box. No more fear of the pain Alec knew he’d leave behind when Magnus outlived him.

But even in the face of that temptation, Alec knew better. Fifty, sixty, seventy years were more than enough for a mortal like Alec, but for an immortal to be reduced to that… It wasn’t only the lack of magic tormenting Magnus, driving him to frenetic desperation and last night’s breakdown. Magnus didn’t want to grow old. He wanted to stay.

And who was Alec to deny him that?

“Both,” Alec said with a fearless fire in his eyes, although his insides couldn’t be colder. “What’s your price?”

“End your relationship.”

Alec blinked, taking several seconds to process that. “What?”

“You are the source of all his suffering. You make him vulnerable, weak. You are a disgrace to Magnus. With you, he can never reach his full potential.” Asmodeus punctuated each ’you’, a hammer slamming into Alec’s defenses. “You are not enough for my son. You never will be.”

Alec felt his lips tremble. He knew that, but… “You’re wrong. We love each other.” His voice was quieter now. “I wouldn’t just abandon him.”

“Then I’m afraid you’re going to be the death of him.”

“Magnus will never agree to it.”

“Don’t give him a choice. In fact, Magnus can never know about our little arrangement, or else our deal is off. Break his heart to save his life.”

That sparked something, and Alec frowned. “I’m the one making a deal, here. I should be the only one paying the price. Magnus has already suffered enough.”

“You’re right; but as I said, it’ll be double the price if you want me to return his magic and his immortality. The end of your relationship is but half of what I require – your part in our bargain will cover the rest.”

“And what is it you want from me?”

“Your pain. Your heart so irreparably broken, that your soul will also shatter.” Asmodeus’ voice was cold, though not enough to hide the entirety of his amusement. ”Tell me, Nephilim… do you know what fuels Edom? What fuels any of the hellish realms? How my kind feast on your petty mortal feelings? Anger, envy, lust, jealousy – those are delicious appetizers, to be sure. But sadness? Sorrow? Misery? Ah, the main dish.” He breathed deeply, a self-satisfied smile on his face and cat-eyes taking on a cruel shine. “You, Lightwood, will make a sumptuous banquet.”

And Alec felt only numbness. He always knew that this would be a dangerous game to play – the moment he had decided to talk to Asmodeus, all the possible scenarios had begun to unravel in his mind. He was prepared for the worst.

After all, what could be worse than letting Magnus go?

“Deal.”

~*~

Alec watched as Magnus laughed, chasing after the mundane girl and sweeping her up off her feet, spinning her round until she practically squealed with delight. Magnus was recognizable now, his face sculpted into his familiar adult features, but he still looked so… young, so carefree. He and the young woman turned to face each other, and then they were kissing, and Alec had to close his eyes, unable to face what he’d lost.

When he opened them again, he was standing in a cemetery. Magnus was a few feet away, hand placed gently on a headstone, head bowed.

As he turned to leave, Alec caught sight of his face, and almost shuddered to see the heartbreak etched there.

~*~

What have I done?

Alec punched the alley wall for the fifth time, his skin breaking and blood dripping from his knuckles. He could hear ugly sobs, and it took him a good few seconds to realize that they were coming from him. Good, he thought. Drive the pain out. Out. Out.

He still felt his heart clenching and it was suffocating him.

He broke Magnus’ heart.

He broke his own heart.

He needed to get out.

Another sob. Stop. Stop. Please, someone make it stop.

“Magnus, I’m sorry.”

He cried hard, falling to his knees. Magnus’ pained expression seemed imprinted under his eyelids. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was his lover’s despair, all he could hear were his pleas. Fuck, he made Magnus beg. He wanted so much to go back and take Magnus in his arms, tell him that it was a mistake and that he didn’t care if Magnus still had that ‘spark’ or not. He loved Magnus for who he was, not what he had. Magic or not, immortal or not, he loved Magnus Bane for his heart.

A heart that Alec had destroyed.

“I fulfilled my part of our deal,” a voice echoed behind him. “Magnus has his magic and immortality back.”

“Fine. Go. What more do you want? I’ve already paid you,” Alec growled, feeling too weak to get up, but turning enough to glare at the Prince of Edom.

“You did,” Asmodeus nodded slowly, tilting his head a little as hard cat-eyes returned Alec’s glare, familiar but foreign. Asmodeus was incapable of the warmth and love in Magnus’ eyes, would always be a world away from that sort of kindness and beauty. “You broke Magnus’ heart. You hurt my boy. I cannot let that go unpunished.”

Alec snorted, too exhausted for fear. Of course. He really played himself. Asmodeus wouldn’t leave now, not when he had his claws in such a rich source of pain as Alec, not until he drained that source entirely dry. “You don’t care about Magnus’ wellbeing. You just want more pain, more fuel.”

And then he was grabbing at Alec’s face, his neck, holding him still as dark red magic swirled around him, filling his vision.

Darkness engulfed Alec’s mind. Asmodeus was already gone.

~*~

Magnus was attempting to play the charango, the same one that Alec had often seen lying around the loft, and failing miserably. A man beside him – Imasu, Magnus had called him – just laughed, stilling Magnus’ hands with a flirtatious smile. Magnus met his gaze, his eyes so full of love and devotion it almost hurt.

–

“Live with you?” Imasu shook his head, all the fondness gone. “Never. It was fun for a while, but you are too clingy. Too much for me. I'm tired now. Goodbye, Magnus.”

Imasu walked out, never looking back.

Never seeing the broken look on Magnus’ face.

~*~

Something felt… wrong.

Magnus wasn’t buying Asmodeus’ ‘paternal love’ as the sole reason that he was somehow able to enter this realm and offer Magnus his magic back. And as desperate as he’d been, as grateful as he was to feel his magic again, he would never trade his freedom. Going back to Edom with his father was a fate worse than death, and one that Magnus wasn’t nearly foolish enough to accept.

So as soon as he had his magic back, Magnus had fled. He was done making deals with the devil.

Now that he had his powers back, he could go anywhere. He didn’t have a home, a job or a lover anchoring him to New York. Perhaps it was about time to go away for good. He could try Rome, Venice or Bangkok. It didn’t matter. He just… needed to leave.

After wandering around the city for a while, lost in thought, he stopped by Pandemonium – empty at this time of the day – and decided to take one last look around the establishment. When he took it on, it had quickly become his pride and joy, but now it had been some time since he was last inside. He’d hired one of his most reliable Warlock friends to manage it, because he hadn’t had the time whilst he was dealing with the Shadowhunters’ mess.

He wanted to regret that, but… he couldn’t.

Just as he turned to leave, he received a fire message from Jace.

Do you know where Alec is? His phone is dead, and he’s not answering fire messages.

I can feel that something’s wrong.

Magnus scoffed. Why should he know where Alec was, now? The Shadowhunter had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with Magnus anymore.

He opened a portal, ready to leave, to go somewhere – anywhere – far away; but something prickled at the edge of his mind, and he paused, frowning.

Just days ago, Alec was desperate to not let him go, saying he couldn’t live without him.

Then, he broke up with him.

And then, mere hours later, Asmodeus suddenly appeared and gave his magic back, claiming it was out of love. A pathetic excuse.

…Though not the only pathetic excuse Magnus had heard recently.

I have this meeting I can’t miss. Clave business.

Oh.

“Damn it. If you did what I think you did, I’ll kill you, Alexander.”

~*~

Etta was beautiful, and Magnus was clearly head over heels for her. They danced together every night, talked about stars and dreams, about magic and music. She was another Mundane, but she had the Sight and accepted Magnus’ heritage. She loved and desired him.

He looked at her like his heart had finally found a home.

–

The arguments started because it became clear that even with all his magic, Magnus could never give Etta what she most wanted.

A baby.

She didn’t want to adopt, and didn’t want to spend a childless, finite lifetime with someone who was frozen in time. Desperate, he offered her immortality by his side. They’d find a way.

She refused.

Eventually, she left.

Again, Magnus was too much.

(And all Alec wanted was to hold him, to comfort him, to tell him it wasn’t true.)

~*~

Magnus portalled directly into the Ops Center, where Jace was pacing anxiously. He didn’t notice Magnus until he was practically right in front of him, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“There you are. Izzy is forging a new Glorious to free Clary from Jonathan, and I need to go to her. Angels above know what that lunatic will make her do. But Alec isn’t here, and if I go to another unsanctioned mission, he will put me into ichor duty for one year.” Jace snorted, spinning his stele between his fingers.

Magnus rolled his eyes and let out a deep exhale, trying to find his last dregs of non-existent patience. “Much as it would seem that what the Head of this Institute does is no longer my concern, I do need to discuss something with him. Have you already tried tracking him?”

“Yeah, but it’s not working – that’s why I sent you that fire message.” Jace lifted one brow. “What’s going on? Did you two fight again?”

“It’s none of your business,” Magnus said curtly. “But I need to know something. Did Alexander have a meeting with some Clave envoy yesterday?”

“No, not as far as I know. He left soon after you did, then came back later so we could track down the Drevak demons. I don’t know where he went, but when he got back, he… he seemed off.”

“What do you mean?”

Jace eyed Magnus a little suspiciously. “Look, if you are angry at him and it’s not int—“

“Just tell me, Herondale.” Magnus snapped, impatient. For some reason, the uneasiness inside him only grew. He felt like he was running out of time, though what the deadline was he didn’t know.

Jace took a deep breath, fidgeting a little. “He… he said something strange. He asked me, if I had a chance to free Clary from Jonathan, but as a consequence couldn’t never see her again, would I take the chance? I said no, and I wanted to ask him more about it, but he seemed really tense and didn’t say anything else.”

Magnus closed his eyes. God, this was a nightmare.

“Asmodeus.” Magnus opened his eyes to see Isabelle walking towards them, a mixture of distress and frustration written across her features. “I see your magic is back.” She pointed with her chin at the red sparkles mindlessly floating around Magnus’ fingers. He hadn’t even noticed. “I promised him to not tell anyone, but I guess you figured it out?” Magnus nodded. “Good. It’s not my place to tell you the details, but since Alec has now disappeared…” She sighed, worry and fatigue making her look older than her years. “I’m worried.”

“He made a deal with Asmodeus, didn’t he?” Magnus asked, already knowing the answer, but dreading it anyway.

“He what?” Jace almost shouted, but Izzy only sighed again.

“He did. Asmodeus promised to give your magic back if Alec broke up with you. He mentioned that there was a little more to it, but he wouldn’t tell me that part.”

“Wait, he broke up with Magnus? After trying to propose at that failed dinner?”

“What?” Magnus’ jaw dropped and Izzy elbowed Jace, shushing him.

Alec was going to propose?

Magnus’ magic flared, but he rapidly took control of it. He was so angry. Angry with himself. Angry with Asmodeus. Angry with the world. But mostly, angry with Alexander for being a self-sacrificing idiot.

Magnus took a deep breath – going around in these circles, getting angry and revealing things, wasn’t going to help. He forced a false mask of calm over his demeanour, but didn’t try to hide his dangerous smile. “Alright. You two focus on Clary. It seems I have some business to attend to.” He waved a hand dismissively, turning halfway on his heels and opening a portal.

“What about Alec?”

“Oh, rest assured, I’m going to find that parabaidiot of yours.” Magnus’ cheerful tone did little to hide the ominous undertone. “But first, I have something to take care of.”

He had a Greater Demon to banish.

~*~

The war was at its peak. In a place of such desolation, it was wildly unlikely that a romance would blossom, and yet here they were.

Magnus was talking to a man Alec recognized immediately from the photograph in Magnus’ box. George. A brave soldier. Magnus was clearly smitten.

But of course, as always, Magnus wasn’t the first option for anyone. George chose the war. He hugged Magnus goodbye and left.

Abandoned again.

People had a tendency to walk away from him.

Alec hated the resemblance.

~*~

“Goodbye, father.”

Magnus closed the portal, a bittersweet echo in the air. He did it. He was finally free from his father’s claws.

He didn’t feel happy, though. Not because he had some kind of childish hope that his father could really love him, but because there was still a lingering feeling of darkness that kept sweetly whispering how monstrous he was. His mother killed herself because of him. He killed his stepfather. He sent his father to Limbo forever.

He didn’t deserve a family.

But… he had a new one, right? Catarina, Madzie and Raphael. Clary, Simon and the Lightwoods.

Alexander.

Magnus grabbed the omamori charm still hidden in his pocket. He hadn’t had the heart to throw it away, even when Alec had crushed his heart.

He was just about to go fetch something of Alexander’s to track him when another fire message arrived.

Alicante fell. Demons destroying everything. People are dying.

Magnus frowned. Okay, that was a problem, but… was it his problem? After everything the Clave had done, did they really expect his help?

Then his cellphone pinged. It was a message from Isabelle.

We found Alec. He’s in Alicante.

“…Fuck.”

Magnus opened another portal, because apparently, Alicante had just become his problem.

He sighed. He always knew that these damn Nephilim would be the death of him.

~*~

If Alec weren’t so exhausted, he would have screamed with frustration and pain. How many love stories had he seen? How many people had he witnessed breaking Magnus’ heart? He’d long since lost track, because it was already dozens – mundanes, warlocks, werewolves, vampires, seelie, djinn…

Somehow, he’d forgotten that the worst was yet to come, until she appeared.

Camille.

In the beginning, she was sweet. Caring. Offered everything that Magnus yearned for.

The poison is never bitter in small doses.

“Who will love you?”

“Poor little Warlock. So naïve.”

“You are insufferable, Magnus. Too much. Honestly, you’re lucky to have me – who else would take you?”

Alec wanted to throw up, watching how Camille manipulated Magnus, forcing his compliance when that wasn’t enough. She broke him in a way nobody deserved.

She put the last brick on Magnus’ well-crafted walls, and Alec watched his heart get locked away.

~*~

Another explosion of flames and ichor, and another demon dead. Alec hadn’t stopped since breaking free of the memories, getting back to the Institute just in time to hear about the fall of Alicante – and worse, that his siblings were there.

With barely a thought, he geared up, reaching for his bow and quiver.

Correction: Magnus’ bow and quiver. Perhaps the last thing from Magnus he would ever get.

He felt hollow, numb, soulless. How could he feel otherwise, when he had caused such pain to the most beautiful soul in existence?

He’d failed Magnus, just as he eventually failed everyone. Asmodeus was right. Magnus was better off without him.

But there was only one thing he could do now, and that was fight. One by one – or five by five – he shot demons down, his arrows flying fast and true even as a voice at the back of his mind whispered that it was useless. With the rift still open, more would just keep coming. Still, if he could buy time for his people to escape, he would do his damned best, even if it killed him.

He was a soldier above all else. Emotions would only distract him from that duty.

“Alexander?”

No.

That voice.

He slowly turned around, losing what little color he still had on his pale face.

“No. You can’t be here. You… You…” His voice broke, and he shook his head in denial.

“I can’t be anywhere else.” Magnus stepped closer, his voice and posture soft.

“No. You don’t understand. I… I’m terrible for you. I hurt you. I…” Alec’s voice broke again, even more painfully. “I don’t deserve you.”

“I get to decide that, and I say you are deserving. More than anyone, Alexander.” Magnus took another step, but Alec retreated, like a scared animal.

Unwanted tears blurred Alec’s vision for a moment, and as soon as he blinked them away, instinct took over – an Edomi demon was launching itself in Magnus’ direction, and Alec could see that Magnus was in completely the wrong position to defend himself.

Alec made his decision in a split-second, throwing himself over Magnus as a shield.

~*~

He didn’t want to see more. It was too much to bear.

And if he’d thought that Camille would be the most difficult to watch… oh, how wrong he was. Asmodeus had left the worst as a sort of ‘grand finale’.

Alec himself.

He watched himself turning Magnus away. Rejecting him with angry words. Lying, letting the Clave manipulate him once more.

He hurt Magnus so many times. He wasn’t better than any of his past lovers. Maybe he was the worst.

Because if Magnus thought he was too much, then Alec knew that he himself was not enough, could never be enough for Magnus.

He watched himself break up with Magnus, heard his own words again, heard Magnus’ pleas again. He saw the despair in his lover’s eyes, wracking his whole body.

He did that.

Alec finally screamed.

~*~

“No! No, no, no—” Magnus begged, and how Alec hated that familiar kind of agony tinting his voice, but he couldn’t do anything. The world faded for a while and he felt himself falling.

But the impact never came.

Instead, he was being held by the only pair of arms that really mattered. He tried to speak, but only blood came out of his mouth, choking him. The demon had torn a deep hole in his abdomen, the bleeding too severe for Magnus’ magic to heal – not on his own, not in this state.

“Stay with me, Alec. Come on. Stay with me.”

Those words again. Oh God, no.

“Sor…ry…” Alec whispered, tears and blood mixing together, liquid hopelessness trailing down his cool skin.

~*~

Alec opened his eyes to reality.

It wasn’t dark anymore, so he could only guess that he was gone for hours.

He couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe properly – but he also couldn’t stop crying. It was too much, witnessing in less than a day what Magnus had suffered over centuries.

How had he endured all that? How, despite everything, had he remained kind and generous, good and benevolent?

How… How could so many people have hurt him?

How could Alec have hurt him?

He howled, and Asmodeus was there to collect each drop of anguish, of pain, of heartbreak – he absorbed it all, smiling with cruel satisfaction, before disappearing again to Magnus’ loft. His son would be back from the Institute anytime now, and Asmodeus would be ready to take him to their rightful home.

~*~

“I know about the deal. And why you did what you did. It’s okay, I don’t—“ Magnus was still trying to infuse his healing magic into Alec’s wound, to no avail, when he saw that Alec’s eyes had closed. “Alec? Alexander!” Magnus tapped Alec’s cheek, desperately looking for a sign of consciousness.

Alec blinked slowly, dazed. He didn’t understand. Why was Magnus trying to save him?

“Don’t you… hate… me?”

“What-? Of course not. Alexander, I love you. I’d never, ever, hate you. Even though I’m angry that you made a deal with my father, I’d never hate you.”

“I…” Alec licked his chapped and dry lips, tasting the metallic tang of blood. “I only… wanted to… help you. ‘ake you hap-py. Your… magic-”

“I know, I know. Please, don’t talk anymore. We will have plenty of time after this to talk it out, I promise. Just… just rest, okay? Don’t go away. Stay here.”

“I love… you.” And this was his ultimate truth – even when he still felt his heart shattered, bleeding with the rest of his body. He needed to tell Magnus that, even if it were for the last time, even if he never opened his eyes again. “Lo…ve… ‘u…” He breathed, welcoming the darkness once more.

“I love you too, Alexander,” Magnus cradled Alec’s body as close as possible, doing his best to not break down. Alec was alive. He could feel his heartbeat. He couldn’t panic, or else he would lose Alec for good.

“Alec!”

Jace, Isabelle and Clary came running up to them.

They bore more bad news. Jonathan had destroyed the Morgenstern sword.

Alicante was doomed.

Glancing at Alexander, Magnus felt his heart clench even more, if that were possible. His Shadowhunter seemed as if he had given up the will to fight for his life. He forced more healing spell into the wound, turning over a plan in his mind.

“My father told me about a way to increase my power.”

“Enough to close the rift?” asked Clary.

“Potentially, yes. The strength I would need to pull it off can only come from one place.”

“Edom?” Izzy prompted. Magnus only nodded.

“You know, if you weren’t a 400-and-something-year-old Warlock, I’d kick your ass. Actually, I could still do that, except that my brother wouldn’t forgive me.”

Magnus turned to Izzy with wide eyes, dumbfounded. She looked like a woman at the end of her patience.

“You and Alec are ridiculous. Always making these stupid decisions for the sake of others, for the sake of the world, but never choosing yourselves. If you go to Edom, you know that you won’t be able to come back. Then my stupid brother will most likely raise another hell just to get you back. We have no demon blood, so we wouldn’t survive in Edom – which just means that Alec would do something even more stupid to get there, like… I don’t know, trying to turn into a Vampire? Something idiotic like that.”

Magnus’ jaw fell slightly, and for the first time in years, he was truly speechless.

“Magnus… Alec won’t make it without you. He is giving up.” Jace was palming his parabatai rune, clearly in pain. “Please. He’ll only stay if you stay.”

“You…” Magnus huffed, reluctantly amused. “You are all impossible.” Really, these Nephilim would be the death of him. “Okay. There is something else I could try.”

Something that could’ve helped before, if it wasn’t for Lorenzo’s threat.

Magnus pulled away from healing Alec, flicking his wrist and summoning a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote his message, creating another twenty copies with a wave of his hand, and sending them off. All of them flared immediately, flying off in different directions.

It was time to call in all his favors - this time, way out of Lorenzo’s jurisdiction.

~*~

It has been five months since the last time he was at Pandemonium during its ‘closed’ hours. That day, he had decided to leave New York – maybe for good. Now, he wanted nothing more to stay.

Thanks to the combined forces of eighteen warlocks, they’d had enough power to close the rift above Alicante. And the delight of having Shadowhunters owe a huge debt to the Warlock community? Well, it was a delicious bonus.

Catarina had focused on saving Alec’s life, while Magnus had led the spell needed to close the rift. Izzy, Clary, Jace, and other Shadowhunters ran interference, keeping the demons away from the Warlocks while they worked.

Some days later, the danger Jonathan imposed also met its end.

They could finally breathe and rest.

They took turns to get days off. First Izzy with Simon, then Jace and Clary – and finally, Magnus took Alec as far away as he could.

They had a very long (and very overdue) talk about everything – Magnus’ magic, his terrible coping mechanisms, Alec’s deal with Asmodeus, their relationship, communication.

There were a lot of tears. Hugs. Kisses. Reassurances.

Sex.

And if they stayed a bit longer away from New York, well – nobody dared to say anything.

Now, Magnus was at Pandemonium once more, reminiscing about everything that happened since that very first night, when Alec, Jace, Isabelle and Clary had stormed into his life.

Distracted as he was, he barely registered an arrow flying over his shoulder.

Immediately, he called upon his magic, ready to fight – but when he turned around, what he saw made his heart beat faster in an entirely different way, his magic flickering out again.

Alec was there, bow in hand, standing at the stairs leading to the upper floor.

Exactly like that night. Exactly like when he had killed that Circle member, and saved Magnus’ life.

Giving Magnus a crooked smile, Alec climbed down the stairs and put aside his bow.

“You know, it always made me happy that you were my ‘first’ everything. My first kiss, my first relationship, my first ‘I love you’, my first – er – sexual partner.” At that, an adorable pink colored Alec’s cheeks and neck. “I wasn’t yours, but that never worried me. Once, Jace told me that it only ‘counted’ when we have this kind of experience with the one we truly love. He says that it’s only when he had his first kiss with Clary that he felt whole.”

“Oh? I never took him for the romantic type.”

Alec shrugged, trying to not grin. He finally got closer to Magnus and kissed him sweetly, just a slow and lingering slide of lips.

“I asked you to come here today because this,” he gestured to the club, “is our first place. Where our lives got intertwined. So… there isn’t a better place to ask you for another first.”

He took a small velvet box from his jacket pocket and opened it, revealing the Lightwood ring. Licking his lips, he braced himself and looked at Magnus.

Really looked.

And it was intense enough for Magnus to drop his glamour, as the realization of what was about to happen crashed down on his mind. Big, warm, golden cat-eyes looked back at Alec, full of adoration.

“Magnus, will you give me the honor of being my first, my only love, for the time we get to share? Magnus Bane, will you marry me?”

And in all Magnus’ centuries, saying a simple, three-letter word had never seemed so peaceful, so easy.

“Yes.”

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bandsconcertsfood · 5 years ago

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Let Go

Part 2 to I Never Stood A Chance, Did I?

Don't really have to read part 1 to read this part However here's the link to part 1: Link!

Jace Wayland/Herondale x Reader

Summary: After Y/N leaves Central City she moved back to the Institute and Jace finally reveals his feelings for her and they start dating. What happens when Team Flash decides to come look for her in Brooklyn and accidentally capture her parabatai, threatening to kill her, unless she tells them where Y/N is. Will she reveal herself to them?

4 Months Ago: "Y/N I know it's only been two months since you got back from Central City but I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me" Jace says as I walk into the weapons room. "Clary told me y'all were dating" I tell him as I grab a Seraph blade, semi confused. When I met Clary, she seemed kind of jealous by how close Jace and I were but eventually warmed up to me and we became good friends, not close friends though. "Well she lied, so yes?" he asks, slightly irritated that Clary lied to me. "Yes, tomorrow night" I say and go and train with Izzy, telling her what happened. As I'm walking out of training I bump into Clary, "I don't want to repeat what happened in Central City so please don't hate me but I'm going on a date with Jace. We've been best friends for years and I've always wanted this" I tell her truthfully. "I'm sorry, after what you went through two months ago, I shouldn't have been selfish, ever since I was forced into this world all I did was be selfish, I won't get in between you guys, forgive me" she asked sincerely. I smile at her and we hug, slightly giggling.

Present: "Y/N would you like to go on a date with me to maybe the pizza place on main street?" Jace asked, so many things have been happening with Lilith that we haven't gone on a date in a while. "Sure, usual time?" I asked as I walked into the common room as Alec is talking to Izzy. "Of course" he says kissing me on the cheek and walking towards the Lightwoods as Clary approaches me. "You guys seem happy together" she says smiling. I know this must be hard for her but she's been super supportive of us, something I realized I should've done with Barry and Iris. I wonder how they're all doing. Especially Caitlin, last we saw each other was painful. "Wanna help me get ready for tonight?" I ask and she nods excited. We giggle and walk to my room. A few minutes later Izzy walks in, "you didn't invite me" she pouts giggling. I decided on leather pants, a noodle strap black crop top and some black wedges. I decided not to wear makeup other than red lipstick that Izzy let me borrow. "Have fun" she says "What are you guys going to do" I asked curious. "We're going on a mission, apparently a fast mundane has been asking about shadowhunters so we're going to find him" Clary replies before Izzy says anything. I freeze. Bartholomew. "Go on your date and don't worry about it. We'll take care of it" Izzy says and grabs my hand and leads me to the common room. "I know who it is, please don't go after him. He's looking for me" I tell her quietly. "Who is he" "He's the one that got me killed" I say before Jace walks in. He kisses me and I look at Izzy one last time before we go to our favorite pizza place for a nice night. Not knowing Izzy was going to talk to Barry... alone.

Barry's P.O.V.

We were next to an old abandoned church. It was me, Caitlin, Iris, Cisco and Joe. They wanted to come with me, I had finally managed to ask Caitlin why she didn't want me to search for Y/N's body when she finally told me the truth. Now I'm in Brooklyn, wanting her to come back. After I saved Iris, she started dating Eddie again, that's when I realized the one for me was Y/N. Out of the church came a woman in all black. She had long black hair. I ran and grabbed her, tying her up, there was a chair and Joe made her sit on it. "What do you know about shadowhunters" I asked her, noticing she had the exact same tattoos as Y/N. "Leave" is all she grumbles. "I think she's a shadowhunter" Cisco says excitedly. "Where's Y/N?" "She's better of without you getting her killed. At least here she's loved" she spits out. "Please I'm her best friend" Caitlin begs. The lady laughs, Iris goes and slaps her leaving everyone shocked. "You? Her best friend? I have a rune that begs to differ. Her and I are connected, our souls are as one. If you kill me, you kill a part of her, how's that for best friends" she says. "Find her phone" Joe says. "You won't reach her, her phone is always left at the institute during date night" the mysterious woman says. I feel a pang of jealousy, she's on a date? Joe looks through her contacts, "I feel like we should call Jace or Simon" Cisco says giggling, excited to be meeting nephilim. "This is serious Cisco" Caitlin says, not regretting her choice to tell me the truth. I noticed how the woman's eyes widened when Cisco said the name Jace. "Try Jace" I said serious.

Third P.O.V.

Jace and Y/N were talking when he got a phone call. "It's Izzy" he says answering, putting it on speaker since we were the only two at the pizza place. "This is Barry Allen. We're next to the broken church on main. Give us Y/N and this woman goes unharmed." he says and hung up. "It's Barry" Jace says getting mad, the only ones that knew the whole truth about Central City were Magnus, Jace, Raphael, and Alec, Y/N didn't want Izzy to worry so she never mentioned the details, just the overall that she got shot by a crazy man.

Barry's P.O.V.

"She hates you" the woman, we found out her name is Isabelle, says. "She is my best friend and I will take her home" Caitlin says, proudly. "Again, she's my best friend, my sister, my literal other half. Also Jace won't let her go. And if you think she'll leave with you, you're going to have to get through vampires, werewolves, seelies, warlocks, shadowhunters, and lastly me. Every downworlder and shadowhunter loves her. Like I said, we protect our own here, you just let them die." Isabelle says, I notice Iris, Joe and Cisco suddenly look afraid. "I'm not afraid of monsters" I say, knowing I'll be taking Y/N home, especially once I tell her i love her. "Maybe we should leave" Cisco suddenly squeaks out. "I'm going to agree with Cisco" Joe says but Caitlin answers before I do, "we're not leaving without my best friend."

"Back away from Izzy" I hear a very angry deep voice say. "Hi Alec!" Isabelle says happily and walks up from the chair. I just realize she was untying herself as we talked. "call for backup" he tells her and he points an arrow straight at me. "I'm the fastest man alive, so that won't really work" I say and flash to him and get the arrow then back to my original spot. He immediately has another arrow pointed at me. He's almost as good as Oliver. Almost.

Caitlin's P.O.V.

I notice Isabelle is calling someone, is it Y/N? "We just want Y/N" Iris says and the guy named Alec points the arrow at her. Now I'm starting to get nervous. Suddenly there's some type of portal and 3 guys walk out with a redhead. "Heard you're here for Y/N/N" the palest guy asked, he had some latino features but he was extremely pale. Barry grabs the Isabelle girl and holds her tight. "Let go of her" Alec says and grabs Iris, this is getting extremely dangerous. Suddenly someone walks in and says, "You let her go or I swear to god!" I turn around and it's..

Y/N's P.O.V.

"You let her go or I swear to god!" I say walking in and notice Bartholomew had grabbed my parabati. "You heard her" Barry says to Alec, Raphael starts to laugh. "Y/N-" Caitlin starts as she steps closer to me. "I meant you Bartholomew Henry Allen, don't you dare lay your hands on my best friend" I say ignoring Caitlin, I am furious with her. She promised she wouldn't tell them. "What? Y/n I love you, let's go home, to Central City" Barry says, I sigh and take out my seraph blade, "let go of my best friend" I say getting into a stance, that's when I notice everyone had gotten into their own fighting stance. "Ok, let's just talk this out" Cisco says getting in between me and Barry. "Francisco move before something happens to you." I say looking straight at Barry. "We won't repeat ourselves, let go of Izzy and you can have your mundane back" Alec says, his grip on Iris tightening, she winces but I don't even care. Barry lets go of Izzy, knowing that he may be the fastest man alive but he won't be able to save his entire team. Once Izzy gets to me safely Alec throws Iris back at Barry. Immediately Izzy is standing with her snake out. "What the fuck are you doing here? Couldn't you just stay in Central?" I ask pissed but slightly more calm when Jace stands next to me and holds my hand. "Y/N I love you" Barry says and I can't help but laugh. "You sure didn't love me when you looked into my killer's eyes and told him to spare Iris and not me. You could've saved us both but no, you wanted me dead" I tell him, knowing it was easy to find us because he had made us all get tracking rings so he'd be able to find us. "I didn't know where you were" he said crying trying to get close to me. Jace gets in front of me and Izzy gets ready in case he gets too close, "What about the rings? You gave us rings so you'd find us, you could've saved us both but you wanted to be the hero in her story, not our stories" I say knowing he wanted to save her so she'd fall in love with him. "I made a mistake" is all he whispers. "Y/N-" Caitlin starts. "Don't even speak bitch" Is all I tell her and begin walking away. "Go home Flash. You're not needed here. I see you again and I will kill you, that's a promise" Is all I say and walk into the Portal that Magnus had created, I needed a movie night at the Bane apartment with all my friends, they quickly follow behind, understanding what I wanted.

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axelsagewrites · 5 years ago

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Magnus Bane*Trial

Ship(s): Magnus X Reader

Request?: Nope

Warnings?: Nada

Type: Angst, fluff (I think. Its kinda sad)

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“Hungry?” Louise sat next to me on the pavement under the bridge. She held out a breakfast bar with a smirk.

“I’m fine,” I shrug, going back to my book.

She rolls her eyes and tosses it onto my book, “Don’t worry, I grabbed two,” She pulled another out from her coat pocket. “Besides you know I’d always share,”

“That’s what worries me,” I said, putting a bookmark in my page and shutting the book. Putting the book in my backpack along with everything else I owned, I opened the breakfast bar, “Cheers,” we clinked our bars like champagne glasses.

My mind jumped back to the last time I had champagne. I was in Paris, France, in 1912. it was just before the war, luckily, we’d left France just before to visit friends in Indonesia. Magnus and I never cared for the high-class company of Paris, but we cared deeply for the food and drink. It must’ve been a birthday, maybe an engagement, not that we cared.

“You alright?” Louise snapped me from my daze.

“Yeah fine,” I gave a weak smile, turning to the breakfast bar. Despite how hungry I was I picked off small bites. Make it last longer. “We can’t do this forever,” I sighed.

Louise shrugged. “Well, its only a couple months till I’m 18. Then I’ll be able to get a place and you can stay with me,” she smiled. Louise was nice but naive. A runaway in the same torn coat from when she was 15. There was no point telling her to go home. By the sounds of things, the street was safer than her home.

“What about money? They’ll want to prove you have a job and you’ve got savings,”

Her face screwed up, “You worry too much. Look we’ll figure it out. How’d you even know all this?” I shrugged. “How old even are you?”

“17, same as you,” I lied like second nature. I’d stopped aging around 18, 19 but being underage gives me a reason to be homeless. Well, not technically homeless, I own a couple different homes I just can’t live there. The clave would find me. “Look I’m a pessimist. You know this,”

“Well, what I also know is that I want more than a breakfast bar. Lest go diving,” She grinned, jumping up and holding out a hand.

I took it and let her haul me up, “New day, another crime, yay,” I rolled my eyes.

“How’d you think I got the breakfast bars?” she rolled her eyes, “Besides when I’m a big shot with an even bigger paycheck I’ll come back and make it right again,”

We had the same routine every day. Louise apparently ‘perfected’ its last year. This way we got to eat every day. I relocate every couple of years or so and start a new cycle to avoid questions. The claves less likely to find me and people don’t realise I’m not aging. I’d come to Glasgow a couple months back and met Louise. She ‘took me under her wing’ as a runaway, not realising I’d been doing this since 1939.

The dive was a way to eat or get money. Louise walked up to a bin, me trying to shield her from view, and fished out a tub of thrown away food. Chips, burgers, nachos, something like that. Then you deliberately walk into someone and make it look like an accident then, crash!

Louise fell to the floor, dropping the chips everywhere. The businessman on the phone checked his suit then looked at Louise. I helped pick her up, “What’s your problem mate?” I asked, loudly to draw a slight crowd. “Like knocking little girls down?” Louise looked young and as thin as a twig so the small crowd of 5 or so looked annoyed.

His face flushed, “Are you okay?” he took the phone away from his ear for a brief second.

“It's okay,” Louise said, a fake waver in her voice, “I wasn’t that hungry anyway,” A woman tutted him and another gave him a pointed look. “Honest,” Louise was selling it.

And the man was paying. He fished out a couple notes and put them in her hand, “Go get another one,” he said, rushing off to finish his call.

The crowd dispersed soon after and as they were out of earshot Louise turned to me, “Sweet,” she grinned holding up two £5. I rolled my eyes and followed her to get our own food. If she knew about my world, the magic I had, we wouldn’t need to do this. But I can’t let her know I’m a warlock. No one can.

Louise and I took shifts sleeping. We both looked like easy targets, even though I wasn’t, and it meant we could keep a fire going longer. As she slept, I looked through my bag for my journal. The bag had the most important things I owned. Even if everything else was stolen I’d be okay if I had my journal.

I was over 300 years old. For all the stories I do have there are others I’ve just forgotten. Every time I had a new story, I wanted to remember I’d write in down. I have tons of journals in one of my homes, but this was the most important, the one I grabbed before the clave came.

If something big was happening I’d get a special journal. One of my special journals was Magnus. A couple of journals are dedicated to people, lovers, friends, family, a book of one-night stands (I’m old, don’t judge). Magnus journal was the one I cared about

Every little thing was in it; when we met, first dates, first fight, moving in, and the stories. I have tons of stories, some romantic, some funny, some once in a lifetime sort of experience. He’d always intrigued me. I started the journal the day after I met him, not able to get him out of my head.

I flicked through the pages, reading the stories and looking through the mementos. I’m sappy I know, but I had pressed flowers from bouquets he’d gotten me, train tickets, and a couple love letters. I had more love letters at home but these three were important ones. I miss him.

It’s all the claves fault.

A warlock’s word means nothing to them. Not in life, court, or death. I’d never do the things they said I did. Never. They accused me of rituals I couldn’t pronounce the names of and casting spells I’d never even though possible.

Mundane have serial killers and sure they’re scary but a warlock serial killer is worse. Spells, potions, rituals, demons, an extensive list of ways to kill and not be detected. Did it matter I had alibied? No. did it matter I didn’t have to resources to do it? No. did its mater I had no motive? No. I was a warlock and that was motive enough.

The trial began in 1937. Technically it lasts till today. It began with an arrest for using magic in front of a mundane but then the charges pilled on. Originally, they kept me in the silent city but high warlocks, including Magnus, that I knew were able to pull strings to get me on house arrest.

Magnus stayed with me during this time till July 1939. He went to the shops for me and the shadowhunters patrolling my house didn’t let him back in. they didn’t even tell me for 2 weeks where he’d gone.

August rolled around and I was alone. I was able to get a weekly visitor after apparently an explosive argument between Ragnor Fell and the inquisitor. Normally it was Magnus who would bring me letters from my friends for me to read once he left. one night there was a knock at my door.

Magnus came every Thursday at 10am. It was 3am on a Saturday. I opened the door and as soon as I did Ragnor pushed in and shut it, “Get a bag and get ready to run,”

“What?” I yawned, never being up at this time.

“They’re coming for you. They’ve had secret trials without any Downworlders, and the silent brothers are coming. Rodrick heard rumours about it, but he just called me. We need to leave,”

“But I haven’t done anything!”

“Do you think they care!?” He yelled, “They’re raiding this place is 20 minutes. Get a bag, grab some cash, and get moving,”

“What about the barrier? The spells?”

Ragnor rolled his eyes, “How do you think I’m here? We can only hold it for so long. Get moving or we’ll all go down,”

I nodded and did as I was told. Despite everything, I was glad to go. I’m starting to hate this house. I slung my bag over my shoulder and looked at Ragnor. “What about Magnus?”

Ragnor looked down, “He asked me to come. Magnus is a smart man, don’t tell him I said that. No matter what you cannot go back to him,” I went to speak but he continued, “The clave maybe stupid but not that much. They’ll find you and this will be for nothing. We need to go,”

I nodded and followed him out. “Follow me,” he said. We ran and ran and ran. As we got over a hill, we could hear the noise of a portal forming somewhere near, “That isn’t us!” Ragnor said and we sped up.

At the bottom of the hill was a portal. Luckily it was downhill. As I went to run through the portal, I could see something through the portal. Warlocks, with there hands in the air as if they were casting a spell. I could recognise all of them. I saw Magnus. He didn’t see me. I ran through the portal with Ragnor, but I came out alone.

The tears on my face were quickly wiped away when I heard footsteps. Sure, there were a ton of homeless people nearby but none of there shoes sounded like heels. I squinted to see the figure turn onto the pavement leading to us.

A tall, lean, person stood there, looking at a map? Who uses a map? As I looked closer, I saw he wasn’t holding the map. It was floating there.

My stomach flipped and my breathing was faster than ever before. There was a reason I stayed with mundanes. The clave wanted me, they put out wanted alerts everywhere with money on them. My first week on the street I got ratted out and narrowly escaped.

World war 2 was a curse and a blessing. The mundane world was in chaos. Shadowhunters could put out fake wanted warnings out to mundanes with different names but the same face. No one cared in 1940.

After ww2 the clave had lost track of me. Last time I saw a shadowhunter was 1944. They wanted to avoid the war as well. Downworlders I saw often but they didn’t see me. I pretended to be mundane and they never looked twice.

When the figure began walking down the pavement, filled with street sleepers, he began looking at everyone’s faces. Slowly, I began to stand up. As he crouched to look at someone I bolted, bag in hand.

I heard him chase after me. The sound of feet slapping the pavement and wind rushing past me. I managed to get my bag on my back. I knew Glasgow. I could do this.

Public, I needed to be in public. It was a Sunday night though, so the regular drunks were few and hardly any cars lit up the street. Before the streets, I hadn’t been very fast. They made me fast.

Eventually, I turned a corner stopped, needing a breath, and I couldn’t see him. The journal was still tightly grasped in my hand. As I caught my breath, I quickly glanced through it and saw the letters had fallen out. They could be anywhere.

Taking a few deep breaths, I looked around the corner. I walked back onto the pavement and looked down it. I couldn’t see any. I’d have to retrace my path. But what if he was there.

I double-checked my journal, hoping to see one. No. I sighed and looked up to only see the man running around the corner, letters in his hand.

I wanted to cry. It took a couple seconds for me to turn and run but I’d been on my feet all day and I was tired. “(Y/N)!!” They cried after me.

Despite all the warnings, despite what everyone says, I looked over my shoulder. The streetlights lit him up. A tall lean man with spiky black hair, half unbuttoned red shirt, and too much jewellery for my liking. Magnus?

My look caused me to trip. As I hit the floor, I went to get back up, but he was by my side. “(Y/N), it’s me I- “

“You can’t be here,” I scrambled to get away, “It's not safe. The clave. If they- “

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)!” He tried to cut me off but eventually just grabbed my arms. My breathing was heavy, and my eyes were locked on his, “I’m here. The clave dropped the charges,”

“What?” I asked.

“0There was new evidence. I never stopped trying to prove your innocence. We proved it. They dropped the charges 13 years ago. You can come home,” Magnus pulled me into a hug.

On our knees, on the wet pavement in Glasgow, I hugged Magnus for the first time in decades. “I missed you so much,” I whispered as I buried my head into his neck. I felt his tears on me, but I didn’t care, “13 years. I could’ve come home,”

“It doesn’t matter now,” Magnus said, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you,”

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cristinablackthornkingson · 6 years ago

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Jonathan Fray. Part 1.

Quick Disclaimer: Alot of this story is taken directly from the Last Stand Of The New York Institute by Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan and Maureen Johnson. The next part will have much more original content and much more of my own writing.

It is a warm June evening in 1991 when Magnus Bane first spots Jocelyn Morgenstern hurrying through the streets of New York. Though at the time he did not know it was Jocelyn, from his living room window he could only make out the shape of a woman with bright red hair.

''So whats the plan for this evening, do you want to go out?'' Magnus is pulled from his thoughts by Tessa coming up behind him.

''Out on a Friday night during the summer holidays? Are you mad? I think you're rubbng off on me Tessa Gray, a night in sounds good to me.'' Magnus says in an amused tone, turning to face Tessa and grinning at her.

''So what do you want to do then?'' Tessa asks. Just as Magnus opens his mouth to reply, there is a sharp knock on the door.

''That's probably Catarina, she said she'd call around after work.'' Magnus says, striding over to the door. When the door swings open, the smile immediately drops off Magnus' face. Standng before him is not Catarina Loss, but a slender, willowy woman with long tangled red hair and sparkling green eyes. Peeping out of the top of the sling wrapped around the woman's chest is a small pale hand, clutching the woman's ty-dyed t-shirt.

''Who are you?'' Magnus demands.

In a shaky tone the woman says

''I am- I was Jocelyn Morgenstern.'' The name conjures up memoires of years old. Magnus remebers Valentine Morgenstern's blade going into his back and the taste of blood. It makes him want to spit.

''I don't remember ordering the bride of an evil maniac.'' he says in a cold, harsh voice. ''What about you Tessa? Did you order the bride of an evil maniac?''

''I have come here, Magnus Bane, to beg your aid.'' Jocelyn quietly says.

Magnus grips the edge of the door until his knuckles turn white.

''Let me think.'' he says. ''No.''

He is stopped from closing the door in Jocelyn Morgentsern's face, by Tessa's voice.

''Let her in Magnus.'' Tessa softly says.

Magnus wheels around to look at Tessa.

''Seriously?'' He asks in a tone of disbelief.

''I want to speak with her.'' Tessa says in a strange tone.

Magnus relecuntly allows Jocelyn in and closes the door behind her.

Jocelyn stands awkardly by the door, the tiny person in the sling kicks its feet and stretches its legs.

''You have a baby.'' Magnus observes.

Tessa pads toward them silently and stands by Jocelyn. Even though she is wearing black leggings and an oversize gray T-shirt that reads WILLIAM WANTS A DOLL, she still aways carries an air of formality about her. The t-shirt is a feminist statement that boys like to play with dolls and girls with trucks, but Magnus suspects she had chosen it partly because of the name. Tessa's husband has been dead for long enough that his name brings back happy, faded memories instead of the raw agnoy she had felt for years after his passing. Other warlocks had loved and lost, but few are as hoplessley faithful as Tessa. Decades later she has never let anyone else come even close to winning her heart.

''Jocelyn Farichild.'' Tessa says. ''Descended from Henry Branwell and Charlotte Fairchild.''

Jocelyn blinks in shock, clealry not expecting a lecture about her own genealogy.

''That's right.'' Jocelyn cautiously says.

''I knew them you see, you have a great look of Henry.'' Tessa softly says.

''Knew them? Then you must be.... are you a warlock too?'' Jocelyn asks suspiciously.

''Yes I am.'' Tessa calmly says.

''I understand if you find my crimes against Downworlders unforgivable.'' Jocelyn says. ''But I- I have nowhere else to go. I need help. My son needs your help. He is a Shadowhunter and Valentine's son. He cannot live among his own kind. We can never go back. I need a spell to shield his eyes from all but the mundane world. He can grow up safe and happy in the mundane world. He never needs to know who his father was.'' Jocelyn almost chokes but she lifts her chin and adds ''Or what his mother did.''

''So you come begging to us.'' Magnus says. ''The monsters.''

''I have no quarrel with Downworlders." Jocelyn says. "I... my best friend is a Downworlder and I do not believe he is so changed from the person I always loved. I was wrong. I'll have to live forever with what I did. But please, my son did nothing.

Tessa edges closer to Jocelyn and softly asks

"May I hold him?" Jocelyn hesitates for a moment, holding the tightly wrapped bundle of the child close. Then slowly, reluctantly, her movements, almost jerky, she leans forward and places the baby with enormous care into the arms of a woman she has just met.

When the baby is no longer clutched against Jocelyn's front, the swell of her stomach is immediately obvious. She must be about 6 months pregnant. Tessa's heart goes out to her. Jocelyn is clearly very young and is going to be a single mother to two very young children, it will not be easy for her.

"It seems you forgot to tell us something." Magnus calmly says.

Jocelyn places a protective hand over her stomach and quietly says

"I came here about my son, I know for a fact that he has the sight and more, but this baby might not."

"Have you had any medical care throughout your pregnancy?" Tessa asks in a concerned tone. Jocelyn shakes her head, her red hair falling into her eyes.

"No, I knew I was pregnant right after the uprising when I began to have all the same symptoms I had with my son. I know no mundane doctors I could go to and I will not go to The Silent Brothers." Jocelyn firmly says.

"Would you allow me to have a friend set you up with a mundane midwife? My friend Catarina Loss works at the local hospital, she can organise for you to have care there and you could deliver the baby there." Tessa asks in a hopeful tone. Going for 6 months without any pre-natal care is extremely dangerous, especially with all the stress Jocelyn has been is bound to have been under lately.

Jocelyn is quiet for a moment, before she reluctantly nods and says

"Yes alright."

"Who's going to look after the kid when you give birth? You mentioned your best friend, is he around to help?" Magnus asks. He isn't about to offer to watch Valentine's son, but prehaps Catarina could arrange child care for Jocelyn.

"No, its just me and my son, and the baby." Jocelyn says. She hasnt thougth about who will watch her son while she is in labor, it has been the last thing on her mind lately.

"I could watch him, I promise not to do any magic or anything around him, I live not far from here, I could watch him at my home or yours, whatever you're comofortable with." Tessa offers, wanting to help out as much as she can.

"I..." Jocelyn hesitaes, looking from her son to Tessa.

"Its not as though you have anyone else to help out." Magnus points out.

"I understand why you are hesitant, we are strangers, but over the next few months you could get to know me and I you, little Jonathan here could get to know me too, I can help you at anytime, I had two children and plenty of grandchildren, great-grandchildren and so on, I am extremely expierenced in caring for children of all ages." Tessa explains.

"Okay... thank you." Jocelyn queitly says.

Tessa smiles and turns back to the baby in her arms.

"He's beautiful." Tesas murmers. She moves the baby to her hip, held fast in the circle of her arm, with the instinctive loving and casual air of a parent. Magnus had seen her once, holding one of her grandchildren the same way. "What's his name?" Tessa asks.

"Jonathan." Jocelyn says, looking at Tessa intetntly, then, as if she were telling them a secret, she says "I call him John."

Magnus looks over Tessa's shoulder and into the baby's face. He is older than Magnus had initally thought, his face has lost the roundness of babyhood: he must be alomst two, and already looks a great deal like his father, though he does have some of the Fairchild features. He has light blonde curls, the exact same color as Valentine's and many of the other Morgenstern's, clustering on his small head, and green eyes, glass-clear and jewel-bright and blinking arond curiously at his surrondings. He seems to have no objection to being handed to a stranger. Tessa tucks the baby's blanket more securely around him, and Jonathan's small fat fist closes determinedly around Tessa's finger. The child waves Tessa's finger back and forth, as if to display his new posession.

Tessa smiles down at the baby, a slow bright smile, and whispers. "Hello John."

It is clear that Tessa has made up her mind. Magnus leans in, his shoulder resting lightly against Tessa's and peers into the child's face. He waves to catch the baby's attention, movning his fingers so all his rings sparkle in the light. Jonathan laughs, all pearly teeth and the purest joy. Magnus feels the knot of resentment in his chest ease.

Jonathan wriggles in a clear singal that he wants to be let down, but Tessa hands him to Jocelyn so that Jonathan's mother can decide wheather he should be put down or not. Jocelyn may not want her child roaming a Warlock's home.

Jocelyn does look around apprehensively, but either decides it is safe, or small intently squirming Jonathan is stubborn and his mother knows she will have to let him go free. She puts Jonathon down, and Jonathan goes toddling off determinedly on his quest. They stand and watch his bright little head bob as he grabs up, in turn, Tessa's book, one of Magnus' candles and a sliver tray Magnus had left under the sofa.

"Curious little thing, isnt he?" Magnus asks. Jocelyn glances toward Magnus. Her eyes had been anxiously fastened on her son. Magnus finds himself smiling at her. "Not a bad quality." he assures her. "He could grow up to be an adventurer."

"I want him to grow up safe and happy." says Jocelyn. "I dont want him or this baby to have adventures. Adventures happen when life is crule. I want them to have a mundane life, quiet and sweet. I hoped Jonathan had been born unable to see the Shadow World, but I have never had much luck with hope. I saw him trying to play with a faerie in a hedge this afternoon. I need you to help me. I need you to help him. Can you blind hm to all that?"

"Can I tear away an essential part of your child's nature and twist him into a shape that would suit you better?" Magnus asks her. "If you want him mad by the end of it."

He immediately regrets the words when he sees Jocelyn stare at him, white-faced, as if she has just been hit. But Jocelyn Morgenstern is not the kind of woman who weeps, not the kind of woman who breaks, or Valentine would have broken her a long time ago. Jocelyn holds herself tall and asks in a level voice. "Is there anything else you can do?"

"There is... something else I could try." Magnus says. "If you want your child safe though, he doesn't need only a spell to hide his own Sight. He needs to be protected from the supernatural as well, from any demons who might come crawling to him. The same applies for the child you are carrying."

"And what Iron Sister and Silent Brother wil do that ceremony for me without turning me and John over to The Clave?" Jocelyn demands. "No I cannot risk it, if he knows nothing of the Shadow World he will be safe, as will the baby."

"My mother was a Shadowhunter who knew nothing of the Shadow World. " Tessa quietly says.

Jocelyn stares at Tessa in open horror, obvioulsy able to infer the story of what happened: that a demon had gained access to an uprotected Shadowhunter woman, and Tessa had been the result.

There is a silence. John has turned curiously to Tessa and lifts his chubby little arms out to her. Tessa scoops the little boy up and this time John does not try to wriggle away from her.

Jocelyn blinks and begins to smile slowly, before saying.

"Jonathon never goes to strangers, maybe- maybe he can tell you are not a stranger to The Fairchild's."

"Maybe. I will help you with The Ceremony. There is a Silent Brother I know who will keep any secret, if I ask him." Tessa promises.

Jocelyn bows her head in appreciation. "Thank you Theresa Gray."

It occurs to Magus how outraged Valetnine would have been, to see his wife beeseeching Downworlders and to see his child in the arms of a warlock. Magnus' thought of responding to Jocelyn's appeal with cruelty receeds further. This seems the kind of revenge worth getting- to prove how wrong Valentine had been, even after his death.

He walks over to the two women, and he glances at Tessa, and he sees her nod.

"Well then, it seems I am going to help you Jocelyn Morgenstern." Jocelyn flinches.

"Don't call me that. I'm- I'm Jocelyn Fairchild." She quietly says.

"I thought you werent a Shadowhunter anymore. If you dont want them to find you, changing your last name seems a fairly elementary first step. Trust me, I'm an expert. I was not born Magnus Bane." Magnus explains.

"I was born Tessa Gray bu you should choose whatever name seems right to you. I've always said there is a great deal of power in words, and that means names too. A name you choose for yourself could tell the story of what your destiny will be, and who you intend to become." Tessa softly says.

"Call me Fray. Let me join togetehr the names of the Fairchilds, my lost family, and the Grays. Because you are... a family friend." says Jocelyn, speaking with sudden firmness.

Tessa smiles at Jocelyn, looking surpirsed but pleased, and Jocelyn smiles down at her son. Jocelyn strokes her little boy's face and they all watch as the baby smiles, lit up with the sheer joy of living. He is a story in himself, sweet and full of hope, just beginning.

"Jocelyn and Jonathan Fray." Magnus says. "Its nice to meet you."

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ao3feed-malec · 5 years ago

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A Mark on the Heart

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by LaCroixWitch

It’s been three years since Alec Lightwood was stripped of his runes, three years to build a new life for himself as a mundane. Now, he runs a tattoo shop catering to downworlders, where anyone could stumble in.

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After helping prevent the second uprising of The Circle, Magnus Bane traded in his position as High Warlock to pursue his second calling: fatherhood. With two young warlock children, life is far from mundane.

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This story is a slow burn of numerous meet-cutes, generous fluff, and feel-good kid-fic moments. Constant fluff, eventual smut.

Updates every Wednesday and Saturday.

Words: 3935, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray, Maryse Lightwood, Raphael Santiago, Luke Garroway, Original Child Character(s)

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Additional Tags: Single Parent Magnus Bane, Deruned Alec Lightwood, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tattoo Artist Alec Lightwood, Barista Alec Lightwood, Parent Magnus Bane, Good Parent Magnus Bane, Good Parent Maryse Lightwood, Deruned Maryse Lightwood, Clary Fray & Alec Lightwood Friendship, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Fluff, Slow Burn Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Alec Lightwood is good with kids, Domestic Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Cute Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Downworlder Dad Magnus Bane, Eventual Smut

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consul-lightwood-bane · 6 years ago

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For those who aren’t able to view the article.

“New York Times-bestselling author Cassandra Clare is something of a pioneer in the realm of LGBTQ-inclusive fantasy YA. Since 2007, her Shadowhunter Chronicles, beginning with The Mortal Instruments (TMI) series, have amassed a huge international following. (The books have even spurred a film adaptation and popular TV series, Shadowhunters, on Freeform.) Her most fiercely beloved fictional couple? Gay demon-fighting warrior Alec Lightwood and his partner Magnus Bane, the openly bisexual High Warlock of Brooklyn.

Now, Clare and her co-author, sci-fi writer (and proud Magnus fan) Wesley Chu, are giving #Malec the royal treatment in The Eldest Curses (TEC) trilogy. The first TEC book, The Red Scrolls of Magic, is due out April 9 from Simon & Schuster. (No worries if you’re behind on TMI books, Clare says: “It would probably enrich your experience if you’ve read the first three TMI books. But if you haven’t, you can still pick up Red Scrolls.)

NewNowNext caught up with Clare for the scoop on Red Scrolls—and an insider look at the state of LGBTQ inclusion in the world of YA publishing.

For those who may be new to the Shadow World, can you give us a crash-course and introduce Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane?

The books are about Shadowhunters, a race of people who fight demons. They have powers that they get from being part-angel, and they have a mandate to be on this earth and fight demons and protect mundanes, which is what they call regular people. There’s also people who are called Downworlders. They’re supernatural creatures we’re all familiar with from mythology and folklore—faeries, vampires, warlocks, werewolves.

So, Alec is a Shadowhunter. He’s a young man who’s very rule-abiding, very serious about being a Shadowhunter, and not very happy. In City of Bones, he meets Magnus Bane, a warlock who’s really free-spirited, fun, and pretty powerful. Over the course of TMI books, they fall in love with each other and form a relationship. Alec comes out … and Magnus has been openly bisexual since the beginning of the series … By where we’re at in the books now, they’ve been together for years, they’ve adopted two children, and they just got married.

Oh, the Lightwood-Banes are iconic. Total trailblazers. Legendary.

[Laughs] It was so fun to write their wedding!

In the past, you’ve said that YA publishers were initially hesitant to publish TMI series because it contained queer characters and a gay romance. Can you tell me more about that?

When I went out with City of Bones, that was back in 2005. I got push-back from some publishers. It was very coded. … No one actually said, “We won’t publish this book because it has a gay character.” They’d say, “Not all of these characters are ‘likeable’; maybe you could cut Alec.” I got that a lot—the idea that there was a likeability issue, but just with Alec. And then I got, “Maybe there are too many characters. You could cut Alec.” So it was very clear to me that that was what was going on. … I would also say that a lot of the push-back I got was actually after publication.

I think I was a little naïve at the time, even despite the earlier stuff. And there was a presumption, I think, back in 2005—you know, pre-Twilight, pre-a lot of things—that YA was a kid’s realm. It doesn’t make it any better, because the idea that kids shouldn’t read about gay characters is a terrible one. But there was a lot more dependence in the industry on things like book clubs in schools, school library support. … When the books actually came out, I had a meeting with the person who worked for Simon & Schuster in the capacity of selling the book to book clubs around the country. And she said, “You know, we can never sell yours.”

Wow, that’s awful.

And I was like, “Oh. No, I didn’t know that.” And she went on, like, “You know, there are certain stores that won’t take your books; there are certain school libraries that won’t take your book.” I do remember once I was in England. I’d been invited to go to this school and give a talk. I was about to get into a car to go to the school, and my publisher came out of the building and said to me, “Sorry, they found out about Magnus and Alec, and they don’t want you to come.” It was such a shocking feeling.

I feel like the climate in YA has changed so much since 2005 and is a lot more accepting of queer characters. Do you agree?

I do. I had a lot of anxiety leading up to the promotion of [TMI books] because I felt like it was important to have Alec and Magnus in this book. It was important to get these books into the hands of kids, and I felt like I constantly had to walk this line where I had to make sure there was enough Alec and Magnus in the book for them to be fully realized characters that people would care about and love. Yet, I had to be careful. I feel like now, I can be less careful. And I am less careful … There are ways I can express what’s going on—words I can use upfront—that would have been a problem in 2005 in terms of just getting the book on shelves.

I mean, we’re living in a post-marriage equality world. Things are far from perfect, but the cultural conversation at large has shifted dramatically since 2005.

It’s definitely made a huge difference. I mean, it was still the Bush administration [when City of Bones was published!] We had years of progression with Obama; we had marriage equality; and we also have a new generation with different attitudes.

I also read that you purposefully left this gap in the chronology hoping you’d get the chance to write this story. What excites you so much about Alec and Magnus’s adventures in Red Scrolls?

Partially, it has something to do with my own life: The first thing I ever did with my first serious boyfriend was take a trip across Europe. [Laughs] So with Magnus and Alec, I thought, Okay, I want to give them that really fun experience that I had. And I’m going to reference it here in this book, and I know that I can come back to this someday and do it. … I also love this category of fiction. It’s almost a rom-com, this book; it has a different tonal feel than the rest of TMI books because it’s a little bit lighter. It’s like a lot of movies I love—Charade, The Bourne Identity—where two people are racing across Europe, trying to escape the police or solve a crime, and they’re falling in love. It’s just a storyline that I adore, and I thought, I would love so much to write this story about these characters. I hoped there’d be a time where I could do that, and I’m so happy that time came.

It’s especially exciting to me as a queer YA lover to see LGBTQ characters not fall prey to the “bury your gays” trope..

Exactly. You know, getting the book that is the indulgence of a wonderful fantasy that’s romantic and fun—and none of characters are suffering simply for who they are—it’s not as common as we’d like it to be. And so, why not? If I’m going to have the one book in this series that is kind of a fun adventure, it should be Magnus and Alec’s story.

I feel like Red Scrolls gives readers a really intimate look into Magnus’s inner psyche—like, beyond his “freewheeling bisexual” exterior . Is he as fun to write as he is to read?

People often ask me if I have a favorite character, and I always say “no.” It would be like picking between your children! So I usually say I don’t have a favorite character, but Magnus is the most fun to write in a lot of ways. His interior and his exterior are … very different. When we first meet Magnus, he’s immensely confident. And one of things I do love about him is that he is willing to put himself out there exactly how he is. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have insecurities—no questions, no shadows in his past. Everyone does. In this book, we see some of the things that have made Magnus the person that he is now, some of the times he passed through when he was younger and wasn’t as confident as he was now.

Speaking of LGBTQ characters, we also get quality time with future wives Aline Penhallow and Helen Blackthorn in Red Scrolls. What was it like diving into the #Heline origin story?

I love them. They’re so much fun! I got to write about them a bit in Queen of Air and Darkness, but again, they’re really secure—they’re married, they’re dealing with outside threats … Because [Red Scrolls] is a book that focuses on romance, I figured it would be so much fun to explore when they first met each other. I love them both—I just love how Aline says everything she’s thinking.

Oh, she’s such a chaotic lesbian. I love it.

And that’s what I love about [Aline and Helen] in Red Scrolls, too—that Aline just tries to cover up how much she likes Helen from the minute she meets her. She’s attracted to her, attracted to her personality; she thinks she’s fantastic and brave and awesome. She’s trying to hide that, but she can’t.

Can you speak on creating LGBTQ characters who aren’t solely defined by their sexuality?

I can only say that when I created Alec, he’s based in part on a friend of mine who I had growing up. We loved science fiction and fantasy books—that was what we loved to read, what we loved to talk about. And he’d tell me, “I never see myself in these books… Just once, I’d love to read about how [a gay character like me] is a sword-wielding badass.” And I was really struck by that. So when I set out to create Alec, I wanted his sexuality to be a part of his life, but not the only or even main part of his story.

I hope this helps. @max--lightwood-bane

#Magnus Bane #Alexander Lightwood #Alec Lightwood #The Red Scrolls of Magic #TRSOM #Cassandra Clare #The Eldest Curses #TEC #The Shadowhunter Chronicles #Aline Penhallow #Helen Blackthorn #TSC

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Magnus’s Only Love (A Magnus’s Daughter and AlecXFemReader Imagine) Part 1

‘Okay, As you may, or may not know. Last summer I had posted a imagine and I was proud of it because it took a lot of effort to get it right. But as an IDIOT I am today. I accidentally deleted it. Don’t ask me how, or why. But it was deleted it.

So, I tried and tried to remake this imagine and poured my blood, sweat, and tears into this imagine. Just so I can make it resemble its original story.

Please do not judge me if it took so long. But, I have very good excuses for why it took so long to rewrite it by memory.

So here we go’

Imagine being the adoptive daughter of the High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus Bane. He found you and raised you as your own. And instead of meeting Magnus at his club. The Shadowhunters were invited to an exclusive ball for warlocks, in celebration of your birthday.

Hmm… wonder how that will turn out?

Warning: I do not own Shadowhunters or any its relations to the studio and the actors and actresses

*Also, if anyone wants to request a Alex/MaleReader let me know.

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(18 years ago)

It was a beautiful night. The High Warlock was walking home from his previous client’s home. He could’ve easily made a portal to go home, but something made him feel in need to take a walk instead. He doesn’t know why, but he feels that he needs to do it.

When he passed a dark alley, he heard a peculiar noise coming from the dark shadows of the wet and lifeless alleyway.

Magnus stops his whistling and turns to look at the alleyway.

Feeling cautious and curious, he carefully walk through the alley and began to follow the faint noise. From the sounds of it, it came from behind the large dumpster by the brick wall of the building.

And when Magnus came over and searches for whatever was causing the noise. His hard eyes immediately drop to replace a shocking look.

It was a baby. Wrapped in a beige blanket and placed inside a soaked box. It looked about no more than a month old. Definitely a newborn. The baby’s cries became louder and more painful for Magnus to listen.

He felt disgusted. What kind of Mundane would abandon a poor helpless baby in the streets?

The High Warlock had always had a soft heart towards children, especially to his students when they came of age.

“Shhh.” He shushes softly to the little babe. “There, there little one.”

He crouches down and gently picks up the baby from it’s poorly excused of a cradle.

Standing up and adjusting the baby in his arms. The baby’s cries died down as Magnus calms it down with numerous whispers of comfort.

The baby looks up at him with teary eyes. It watches as Magnus smiles warmly and gently grabs it’s hand. But when he did, he felt a wave of magic that he never knew existed in such a small vessel.

His smile went away and he looks down at the baby stunned.

It wasn’t a Mundane babe at all. It had warlock blood running through its veins.

“Curious.” Magnus whispers in puzzlement. Wondering how a baby warlock could be whined up in such a foul area.

But all of those thoughts went away when the baby started to coo quiet sounds. Caressing the back of the child’s hand with his thumb, Magnus smiled down at the baby as he began to feel a connection that would change his life forever.

“Well, this certainly changes everything.” He whispers softly to himself. The baby continues to coo as it touches his nose and Magnus lets out a quiet laugh and began to walk, taking the baby away from its unknowingly end.

Later that evening, after taking the baby to his home. He soon found out that it was a girl.

He named her, Y/N.

(18 Years later)

“Magnus Bane,” Hodge announced the name to the young Shadowhunters while showing some old and new pictures of a young Asian looking man on the screen. “He’s over 300 years old. And as you can see, he’s not exactly shied away from the pleasures of every century. His taste are both exquisite and quite excessive.”

“Looks like the Downworld’s David Guetta.” Clary commented as she studied the pictures.

“Guetta’s already a Downworlder,” Isabelle stated and Clary looks at her in confuse. “Vampire? Ever seen him in the daylight?”

“Can you two focus?” Alec snapped lightly, wanting them to shut up for Hodge to continue. “This is not a joke.”

Izzy simply sent a sly smile. “Someone needs to get slayed.” She mutters playfully.

“Alec is right,” Hodge said.”Now, Magnus is one of the most powerful warlocks I’ve ever known. he has a deep mistrust of Shadowhunters.”

Clary scoffs. “Well, then why did he help my mom remove my memories? Isn’t she a Shadowhunter?”

“Yes,” Hodges agree. “One of the best. But help might not be the most accurate word. Now, did Magnus provide a service for Jocelyn? Perhaps. But more than likely, your mother paid Magnus handsomely for his magic. Warlocks usually require payment before they help anyone with anything.”

“Word from the Clave is that most of the warlocks have gone into hiding since Valentine began hunting them.”

Hodge hummed. Valentine must be searching for the warlocks. Where did Jocelyn-” Before could even continue, a sharp hiss escaped from his lips as his rune started to burn him.

“Hodge, your rune. You okay?”

He nodded a bit to show that he was fine.

“So, how do we find Magnus?” Clary asked.

Jace leaned back in his seat as he studies the picture of Magnus on the screen. “We don’t. Magnus finds us. We’ll set up a meeting, somewhere protected. Lure him out of hiding.”

“That’s not gonna happen.” Izzy suddenly informs them with a tablet in hand.

“What do you mean?” Jace asked as he sent her a frowning look.

Isabelle turns the tablet to show them a picture of a girl sitting next to Magnus. She couldn’t be more than Clary’s age. “Remember her? Y/N Bane? As in-”

“Magnus’s daughter.” Hodges breathes in defeat. “Of course.”

“What? Why the sad face all of the sudden.” Clary began to worry about the plan to get her memories.

“Because, as much as Magnus loves to party. He loves his daughter more.” Hodge takes the tablet and taps the buttons to show a more clear picture of the High Warlocks daughter.

“Y/N Bane. Rumors are that she’s was found by Magnus as an infant and was later adopted by him. No one knows where she came from. All we know is that she has warlock blood running through her veins.”

“And there are no other information?” Alec asked.”Regardless of her relations to Magnus.”

Hodges shakes his head. “None.”

“Then I guess we’re screwed.” Jace said and Clary looks down in disappointment.

“Actually…” Izzy said with a realization in her eyes. She rips the tablet from Hodges’ hands and taps the screen with her eyes bouncing. Looking for the thing that clarifies her expectations.

“Aha!” She says in triumph and shows the group the screen of the tablet. “Here it is. During my surveillance of the Downworlders. I came across this.” The screen shows an elegant lilac invitation.

“It’s a warlock ball. An event that’s being held secretly in uptown for the celebration of Y/N’s 18 birthday.”

“Where did you get that? Wait,” Alec looks at her apprehensively. “How did you get that?“

“A friend,” Isabelle answers innocently with a shrug. “And from what I hear, Magnus loves to spoil his little Warlock Princess.”

The others paused for a moment to think through this plan. But as usual, Alec was cautious and snaps the reality into it.

“He’ll never go for it. From what Hodge described. Magnus seems to be very protective of Y/N. He can’t risk an opening, not with Valentine trying to kill him.”

“Then we’ll need bait,” Hodge says with a serious look. “Follow me.”

As the Shadowhunters continue on with their preparations for their plan. Another group was furiously working with theirs.

Under the watchful eyes of a being more terrifying under this time of day.

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“What is this?!” Magnus asked in an angered tone. His voice nearly shakes the chandelier hanging in the ballroom.

Everyone was looking busy from each and every corner of the venue hall for the High Warlock’s daughter’s birthday ball. Everything was going well until a mundane delivery boy came in with a pink ice sculptured swan.

“I specifically ordered a magenta swan, not a pink one.” Magnus told the delivery boy in stress as he gave him a hard look.

“Magenta is pink.” The delivery boy exclaimed in boredom. Oblivious to the magic the warlocks were doing around the room.

“No, no, no.” Magnus waved his two fingers in gesture.”Magenta is a rich and elegant color. Pink is just a poor and dull lifeless loser that’s desperate for socialism.”

The delivery boy rolled his eyes.”Look, man. I just deliver the ice. I don’t craft or make. I just take whatever I was given to and make sure that its safely deliver to whatever address they gave me.”

Magnus groans clearly stressed and waved at the boy away. “Just get it out of my sight.”

The boy rolled his eyes again and began to take the swan out of the venue.

Magnus let’s out a heavy sigh and looks around the room. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he calls out to a group of strong looking warlocks, who were in charge of protecting the venue, for a small conference and chat.

“And make sure to place protective shields in every exit. I don’t want any Circle members crashing this party.”

“Yes, Magnus.” One of them, who was obviously in charge of the security operation, nodded and they all went to various directions.

“Papa.”

A gentle voice was heard from behind the High Warlock. He turned around and a bright and warm smile appeared on his face.

There she was. Standing on the dance floor, wearing a very elegant ballroom dress that he helped pick out. Her eyes sparkling with excitement and worry. She probably thought that he might not like the dress on her. But she was wrong.

“Oh.” He breathes. “Bulan. You are an absolute vision.”

Bulan was an Indonesian pet name that he had given her since she was a babe. It means ‘moon’. He chose it in memory of the night he had found her in the dark alleyway on that night of a full moon.

“Give us a twirl.” He took her hand gently and turned her slowly as she smiled, relieved by his reaction. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “My dear, you are going to be the talk of the ball. And not because it’s your birthday.”

Y/N smiled at her adopted father’s complement. “Thank you, Papa. But I think this perfect night will have some alters.”

Magnus raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

Y/N looks behind at Elias. He was trailing her from behind after telling her some interesting news. “Tell him.” She mutters to him and he nodded.

The horned warlock steps forward to Magnus. “Jace Wayland wants to make a trade. Here, at the ball.”

Magnus looked unimpressed.“And what kind of trade will make me want to invite him to the ball?”

“He says he has Camille’s necklace.” Elias stated slowly.

Magnus looks up at Elias. Now interested in the Shadowhunter’s offer.

Y/N knows very well of what Elias was talking about. It was an enchanted ruby necklace that Magnus gave to Camille as a token of their love. But that was years ago. Camile changed, and Y/N never got to know the other Camille that Magnus had met before she became a vampire.

“Huh,” Magnus says with slight interest. “And what exactly does he want in return for it?”

“The memories of a Clary Fairchild.”

Y/N ears perked at the mentioning of Clary’s name. She knew her very well. They used to play together as children at every appointment right before Magnus wipes her memories away.

“Well then,” Magnus hummed.”I guess we’ll have to send another invitation, don’t we?”

Elias pursed his lips then steps closer to the High Warlock. “Magnus, consider your guests-”

“When did you become so talkative, Elias?” Magnus inquired. Not quite listening to the horned warlock.

Y/N offered him a small smile, encouraging him to continue, despite Magnus’s behavior.

“Magnus, I beg you to reconsider.” He was starting to beg. Desperate for Magnus to change his mind.

“Always frowning Elias. You may be immortal.” Magnus curled his nose. “But you’re immune to crow’s feet.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at her adoptive father’s statement as Elia sent her gave a pleading look at the corner of his eyes. Silently asking for her help.

But alas, she said nothing.

“You cannot invite them, nor place the meeting at the ball.” Elias began with a look of determination in his eyes. “Valentine is getting close to you, to Y/N. It is far too dangerous for the Shadowhunters to attend the event. This,” He gestures the venue.” is the beginning of a thin thread for all of us. Including yourself. You’re hanging us above to the pit of our deaths.”

“I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling just a little poorly,” Magnus replied. He leaned in closer to Elias. “I value your console, truly I do. However, I can’t help but feel this will be my only chance of getting that jewel back. Not to mention the celebration of Y/N’s birthday is not to be ignored.”

Elias sighed and slumped his shoulders as Y/N stares at Magnus with a blank look. The necklace held a semi-value to him. She doesn’t know why, but it did.

“Is one necklace truly worth the risk?” Elias asked in disbelief.

“This necklace is.” Magnus gave him a solid look. “While that’s settled. Go to the Spiral Labyrinth and tell Tessa we need more shields. If any danger comes to this party, I want every warlock to be evacuated to our protective wards.” He ordered. It was the only thing that Elias had agreed, so far.

“Y/N and I may be prepared to take on Valentine, but our guests aren’t.” He patted Elias’s shoulder and took Y/N’s hand and tucks it into the crook of his elbow, leading her away from the worry warlock.

Y/N shot an apologetic look to Elias and he just shakes his head angrily before storming off to do her father’s orders.

“He’s right you know.” Y/N said to him. “Maybe we should cancel the ball-” Magnus raised his hand in front of her face.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“But-”

“Y/N, I am telling as not just your mentor, but as your father that turning eighteen should be a grand day for young teenage girls like you. That’s why I want you to feel special, even if it’s just for today. Even if Valentine’s hunting us.”

Magnus looks down at her with a cool expression that made he would give her to calm her anxieties down. But she wouldn’t have it.

“Don’t worry about it, Bulan.” He gently rests the palm of his hand on her face. “Everything will work out just fine. I don’t want you to worry about these things. Especially on your birthday. The Circle members wouldn’t dare to ambush the ball. Not while we’re standing.”

Y/N sighed at him and she took his hand gently away from her face. “You can’t blame me for worrying about our friends. Especially Aggy.”

Agatha Geruno, also known as Aggy, is Y/N’s mundane nanny for as long as she can remember.

Before she was assigned to be her nanny. She was a simple caretaker of the Bane residence.

Back in the 1800′s, before he reunited with Camille at the time, Magnus saved Aggy’s African ancestors from a cruel owner, who would abuse them by using a whip and a hot fire iron. And after they were all rescued, they were forever in debt to the warlock for generations and had been keeping the secret of the Shadow World for almost a century now.

Aggy is the last bloodline of her family. Making her the last mundane to know about the Shadow World. And she’s always been an important part of Y/N’s life whenever Magnus has to attend a meeting with the Clave or brings her up to her room when ‘special’ clients came to their residence.

She’s basically the only woman that Y/N has ever consider as a mother.

“I know Y/N.” Magnus holds her hands gently. “But that’s why I made a precaution to insert the yes and no boxes in the invitations.”

Y/N held back a laugh. Feeling slightly a bit better thanks to her father’s so-called comedy but manages to let a small laugh escape.

“There’s that smile.” Magnus smile and gave Y/N a side hug as he leads her again. “By the way. I have a surprise for you.” He snapped his fingers and a young warlock boy came over with a decorative present.

“What’s this?” Y/N smiled with a slight frown on her face.

“A gift from your Uncle Ragnor. Since he couldn’t make it to the ball, he decided to do the best thing.” Magnus waved the warlock boy to proceed with the giving. He stepped closer and Y/N took the small card that was on top of the gift.

She opens it and reads it out loud. “ ‘My dear Y/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. But until then, enjoy this gift. For he will watch over you in my absences. Love, Uncle Ragnor.’”

Y/N frowned but gave the note to Magnus to open the present. she looked inside and gasped lightly to see what Ragnor had given her. “Oh… well hello there.” She whispers.

She gave the lid to Magnus and reaches inside the gift, pulling out a small grey and yellow-eyed Persian kitten.

“Hi,” Y/N gushes quietly. “Aren’t you a little joy.”

Magnus silently sent the young warlock boy away with the empty present and note. He went beside Y/N’s side and flashes her a warm smile. “What do you think of him?”

Y/N now understands the meaning of Ragnor’s letter. “He’s perfect. Aww, look at those little eyes.” She gushes at the little creature and it let out a small meow in response.

“Now all he needs is a name,” Magnus reminded her with a smile. “What are you gonna call him?”

Y/N frowns and looks out the at one of the large windows in the venue hall. Down across the street from the building was a small white church.

She studies the little building until the words from her mind formed carefully with her lips. And a name was whispered. “Church…”

“Church?” Magnus repeated uncertainly.

“Church.” Y/N smiled widely and looks at Magnus affirmatively. “His name is Church.”

Magnus gave her a weird look but slowly wipes it away. “Strange name. But acceptable. And what about you? Can you handle being called Church for the rest of your life?” He asked the small kitten as he leans to pet it.

But the small kitten, now called Church, apparently didn’t like the warlock interfering his space with his new master. So he hissed wildly and raised a paw to scratch him.

Luckily, Magnus dodges it and steps back in surprised then glares at the small creature.”Well, I’ve never.” He says as he placed a hand on his chest.

Y/N chuckles and gently scratched the kitten’s head to calm him down.

It was all Magnus had hoped for. Watching his little girl who transformed into a beautiful woman. Blowing the candles on her three-tier cake and was whisked away by some of the guests to speak with her.

Magnus smiled and went to his own conversations with his close companions on the large staircase that resembles a lot like its twin on the other side of the venue. Where new young arrivals had come from the large doors and went down the staircase.

Clary and Isabelle wore simple, yet elegant dresses that were found in the back of Izzy’s closet for emergencies. Whilst Jace and Alec wore black tuxes. All four of them wore black masks as the invitation had instructed for them to. They were paired up to blend in with the crowd. Izzy holds on to Alec’s elbow, and Clary holding Jace’s. At first, Clary hesitated but still moved on with the plan.

“So this is what a warlock ball looks like,” Isabelle commented as she awes the dancers on the dance floor as she walked down and notices the floating flowers in the high ceiling. “Nice.”

“Hey,” Alec snaps his fingers at her face. “Remember, we are not here to have fun. We’re here on a mission.”

“I don’t know, it honestly feels like we are.” Izzy commented as a waiter passed by with a tray of glasses filled with champagne, which she happily took one when he offered them.

“He’s right.” Jace nodded. “We need to find Magnus.”

“How? Everyone here is wearing a mask.” Clary stated softly as they looked at the crowd with equals of uncertain looks.

After a moment of searching, no luck. “Spread out. It’ll save us some time.” Izzy said and they went to different directions.

Jace obviously took Clary’s hand and guide her into the crowd.

Isabelle decided to search around the resting area. Secretly hoping to get another glass of champagne.

And lastly, Alec chose to look around where the dance floor was.

But when he passed by one of the columns of the large venue, Y/N was there talking with few of the guests.

Y/N felt a small chill when Alec passed her and she was curious enough to turn and catch him walking and looking around the venue. For a moment, she thought it was one of the many guards that Magnus had hired. But when she caught a glimpse of his rune on the side of his neck and the very dark hair, she knew exactly who it was.

Alec Lightwood. She answered her own question in her head and curved the corners of her mouth.

“Excuse me.” She generously said to a couple of her friends that she was talking to and smoothly went to find the Lightwood.

Alec looked and looked. But he still couldn’t find any familiarity signs to which one of the men in the ballroom is Magnus Bane. He was about to check where Isabelle was but was stopped when a soft and silky voice was heard from behind him.

“I thought Shadowhunters weren’t allowed to this party?”

Alec turned and sees a (your eye color)-eyed girl wearing a black and laced mask that covered mostly around her eyes and the bridge of her nose. It matches well with the gown that she was wearing that complemented her aura very well. Her smile holds no emotion other than an innocent curiosity.

Unlike most of the warlocks in the ballroom. She didn’t have horns, nor gills or anything that’s considered to show the demon part of a warlock. But Alec knew better. This girl would definitely show the inhumane of her nature. Though as he was observing her casually, he suddenly felt the palms of his hands beginning to sweat as he continued to stare at the girl with an uncertain look.

“We aren’t. We were invited personally by the host.” Alec blurted out cooly. Trying not to give any attention away.

“We?” She repeated.”You mean there’s more of you?”

Alec wanted to slap his forehead. How could he be so stupid? He should’ve just kept quiet and walk away.

“Let’s see,” The girl trails off as she studies him closely but not too close. “Blue eyes, dark hair… You must be Alec Lightwood.”

Alec’s body tensed. “How do you know-”

“The Lightwoods aren’t exactly a very forgetful family in the Shadow world.” She stated with boring eyes.

“That’s not a fact.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be.” She quipped.

Even with a blank hard stare, Y/N can clearly see that she was pushing the Shadowhunter’s buttons. Which surprisingly pleases her a bit. She wasn’t one to annoy strangers other than the people who are close to her. “Care to dance?” She proposed as she offers her hand.

Alec raised his brow slightly. “Isn’t the guy suppose to ask that?”

Y/N shrugs, her expression never changing. “I guess I wanted to try to bend the rules for tonight.”

Alec shakes his head. “I don’t know how to dance.” He refused, mostly not wanting to get involved with a Downworlder.

“I don’t believe that for a second. From what I heard, you Lightwoods are excellent dancers when it comes to an event like this.”

The Shadowhunter’s blue eyes look upon the girl’s for a moment then to her hand. Raziel knows what was going through his head right now. He would be wise enough to refuse the girl’s offer. Or just rip the Band-Aid and dance with the Downworlder.

With a light sigh and closing his eyes for a moment. He took the girl’s hand and wordlessly lead her to the floor.

No one stopped when the young pair came to join to dance. Alec glided and guided the girl to the floor. Perfectly matching the pattern of the dance. Soon enough, there were no falters as they sync perfectly to the tempo of the music and dance along with the guests around them.

He turns them both elegantly and continued to follow the tempo of the music and followed the other dancers’ pattern. He and the other male guests lift their partners up and swiftly placed them back on the floor. The Shadowhunter and the Downworlder then found themselves in a hammerlock position as they turn in a circle two times. Staring into each other’s eyes.

In his quiet yet strategic mind. Alec was actually grateful for the lessons that his mother had thought him and Jace when they were little kids. Actually thankful for his mother’s suggestion in case for events like this. But dancing with a Downworlder was honestly not one of those events unless it was for a mission. Which is now.

Though if he was truthful, he finds the girl’s (color) eyes rather… hypnotizing.

As they dance, silent actions were taken when Jace had finally spotted the target. Standing on the top of the large staircase as he was speaking happily with a couple while holding his mask by the handle.

“Magnus!” Jace says his name loud enough to catch the High Warlock’s attention. But instantly regrets it when the music had stopped and suddenly felt numerous eyes at his and Clary’s way as they both take off their masks.

The guests on the dance floor stopped to see why the music had stopped playing and Alec immediately looked concern and silently cursed when he saw Jace being the center of attention. Meanwhile, Y/N watched him at the corner of her eye carefully to see what his next move will be.

Magnus turns slowly to see who was calling him and softly puts down his mask when he saw-“Jace Wayland.” He smiles in coy. “I see you got my invite.”

Jace merely nods and steps forward with Clary beside him. Magnus steps down the staircase with his eyes never leaving the newly arrivals.

“And who’s this?” Magnus’ eyes turned to Clary. “Do my eyes deceive me? Clary Fairchild,” He stops until he was a few steps between them. “Grown into a beautiful woman.” He studies her from head to toe.

“Magnus Bane. “Clary dries out his name with a disgusted look on her face. “So you’re the one who stole my memories.”

“At your mother’s request,” Magnus interjected joyfully. “She knew the risk.”

He turns to Jace with his hand extended forward. “Show me the jewelry, Shadowhunter.”

Jace lifts his hand and shows the necklace, dangling teasingly to show Magnus. The warlock smiles in satisfy and went to grab it. But Jace made a small taunting sound as he retreats the necklace back from Magnus’ reach.

“Give Clary her memories back and you get the jewelry.” He demands softly.

“I have to confirm it’s authenticity.”

Hesitated, Jace and Clary shared a brief look before Jace cringed slightly in defeat and reluctantly hands over the necklace.

Magnus smiles at it loving and flips it over. Clary leans in a bit to see that there was an in graving in the back.

“Amor verus numquam moritur.” Magnus says then translates it. “ ’True love can never die.’ Oh, how I miss this jewel. But it feels as if it’s incomplete without a new owner.” He quickly glances to the blonde Shadowhunter then looks past the pair. “Bulan!”

He calls over them and all heads were turned to where Alec was standing on the dance floor. At first, Alec was confused about what Magnus had said to make all the Downworlders in the venue to stare at him. But then he realizes it wasn’t him that everyone was staring at, but the girl that he was dancing with.

He turned his head to her and sees her staring up at him with guilt in her eyes. She leans up a little to whisper. “I’m sorry.” And pulls herself out of his grasp as he looks at her with a shocked look.

He had been dancing with the High Warlock’s daughter the whole time. But what scared him the most was not his disgusted feelings towards the Downorlder, but the strange feeling that he had experienced for her at the dance not just a moment ago.

Y/N reaches to her father and tugs her skirt a bit to walk up the staircase. And when she did, she notices that study look that Clary was giving her. Like she was figuring out something. She wasn’t surprised, they were playmates when they were children.

But that didn’t mean that Clary was eery about the sorceress. Though she couldn’t deny, that aura she was getting from the girl that past her to get to her father was familiar. Like she knew her before.

When Y/N came beside Magnus, told her to turn around and she did.

“An exquisite piece like this, should be worn by someone who can outwit its beauty.” Magnus says as he put the necklace around her neck.

Y/N smiled and turns to him to speak a thick language that Clary and Jace couldn’t understand. “ Terima kasih Ayah. Itu seindah yang kamu gambarkan.”

(Thank you father, it’s as beautiful as you described.)

Magnus gave his daughter a loving look for a moment before Jace cleared his throat to grabbed their attention.

“Now it’s your turn to pay up.” Clary notifies. Clearly, want to rush the deal a bit.

“Yes,” Magnus agree. “Well… I wish I could retrieve your memories but I no longer have them.”

“What?!” Clary exclaimed softly in horror.”Where are they!?”

“I fed them to a memory demon for safe keeping.”

Jace glares. “Why the hell would you do that?”

“To protect Clary and the Cup.” Magnus states it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “If Valentine would ever capture me. He could torture Clary’s memories out of me just like he tortured Dot.”

“Torture?” Clary repeats in both worry and confuse. “Wait, is Dot okay?”

Magnus and Y/N shared a glance before Y/N steps down to her. “You don’t know?”

Clary didn’t answer, which clears Y/N suspicions. “Dot is dead.”

Soft grief immediately formed on the redhead’s face. “What?… How do you know?”

“We can’t feel her magic anymore.” Y/N explains softly for her. “Valentine killed her because she would not betray your mother.”

“Oh my God.” Clary mutters in disbelief with as well as despair.

Magnus followed his daughter’s steps and gently grabs Clary’s arm. “Come with us, Clary. My lair could offer you protection no Shadowhunter could ever could.”

Jace scoffs at the idea.

“No,” Clary frees herself from Magnus’s hold. “No, I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Don’t be a fool. Your mother would’ve wanted you to live.”

“Then help me get my memories back from whatever demon you give.” Clary snarled at him. “As for your offer. My answer is no. I won’t hide from my problems and neither should you.”

Y/N then steps in front of Magnus and gave Clary a soft but hard look that was a bit intimidating for the Shadowhunter to take.

“You think this is about our safety? Do you think we care about your problems? Look around you.”

Clary looks behind and sees that most of the guests at the ball had taken off their masks and suddenly notices that there were a few children in the venue. Some of them were toddlers, but most of them were in their preteens.

“This isn’t about cowardice or bravery, those are your costs. Our cost is the people you see before you.” Clary Then looks back at her as Y/N continues.

“You may have lost someone, but how many do you think that we’ve lost? Every man, woman, and children in this room had felt the taste of Valentine’s bloodlust. The worst part is that it was only a drop of what we had experienced throughout those horrible years.” Y/N looks over Clary’s head and saw the respected looks that she was receiving from the floor. But she stopped briefly to stare at a certain pair of black eyes.

Alec didn’t know what to think. After listening to Y/N. He had suddenly felt a somewhat of respect for her loyalty to her kind.

They stare at each other for a split second before Y/N looks back down at Clary and Alec took his chance to leave the crowd to search in the room for Izzy. He spots her near the other staircase and noticed how the way she silently signals him to come forward and points at the large doors behind her. Eyes alarmed and her whip was out.

Something was wrong.

“He’s planning something.” Y/N said. “And I will not have the people I grew up with, die for whatever cause he’s creating.”

“Jace!” Alec’s voice had suddenly called from the other side of the venue. By the looks of it, he has his bow and arrow out with a look that’s similar to his sister beside him. “Circle members.”

Everyone in the hall began to panic and some even screamed in fear. Luckily, some of the warlocks had started to create portals to escape the venue as fast as possible. Y/N acted fast and launches her hand at the gates of the other side to cast place a protective shield, long enough for their friends to evacuate to the protective wards.

Meanwhile, Magnus created a portal behind them. “Y/N,” He says.” You need to go. Make sure that everyone is settled. I’ll hold them off. Aggy, go with her.” He instructed at an older African American woman, who came by down to go to Y/N’s side.

Y/N shot him a frightened glance as she tries to take her wrist out of her surrogate mother’s hold. “No. I-I won’t leave you here!”

“You don’t have a choice,” Magnus argues. “Go. I’ll be okay.”

Hesitated, Y/N didn’t want to leave him to fight by himself. Anything could happen if they were ever apart in this kind of chaos. She couldn’t even bare imagine it. But he was right. She was the only person powerful enough to make sure the shields of their home was strong to fed off any Circle Members. She needed to go.

Before any of them could speak. A loud boom echoed the hall, it was so powerful that the chandelier started to shake by its noise.

“Go!” Magnus yells. Leading her to the front of the portal.

So without another word. Y/N kissed her father’s cheek and went into the portal with Aggy following behind. After then, the portal disappeared. Along with the High Warlock’s daughter.

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Part 2 will be coming soon.

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