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Jace…. Undone
The loft was quiet as Clary waited for Jace to come home. She’d spent the afternoon in her studio, painting to distract herself from the worry gnawing at her mind. Jace had been out on a mission, and even though he was one of the best Shadowhunters, Clary couldn’t help but feel anxious every time he went out.
When the door finally creaked open, Clary immediately sensed something was off. Jace’s usual confident stride was replaced by a weary shuffle. His shoulders were slumped, and his expression was darker than usual. Clary’s heart clenched.
“Hey,” she said softly, setting her brush aside and walking over to him. “Rough day?”
Jace nodded, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah. It didn’t go as planned. We lost track of the demon, and a couple of the team got hurt. Nothing too serious, but still...” His voice trailed off, heavy with guilt and frustration.
Clary reached out, gently cupping his cheek. “I’m glad you’re home safe.”
He managed a small, tired smile. “Me too.”
“Come sit with me,” she urged, guiding him to the couch. “You need to relax. Let me take care of you for once.”
Jace hesitated but eventually gave in, flopping down on the couch with a sigh. Clary sat next to him, looking at his boots. “Here, let me help with these.”
He started to protest, but she waved him off. “I insist. You always take care of me. Now it’s my turn.”
Jace leaned back, too exhausted to argue further, as Clary unlaced his boots and pulled them off. She set them aside and then took one of his feet in her hands, starting to massage it gently. Jace’s eyes drifted closed, and he let out a contented sigh.
“This feels... nice,” Jace admitted softly. “I’ve never had a foot massage before.”
Clary smiled, her fingers kneading his tired muscles. “Really? Well, you deserve it.”
As Clary's fingers worked their way to the arch of his foot, she felt him tense slightly. She glanced up at his face, but his eyes were still closed. She continued, but when her fingers brushed the same spot again, Jace jerked, his eyes snapping open.
“What was that?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up.
Jace shifted uncomfortably, trying to play it off. “Just sore, I guess.”
Clary gave him a skeptical look but continued, her touch a little firmer this time. Again, when she reached the arch, Jace twitched, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Are you sure?” she asked, her tone teasing. “It almost looks like it tickles.”
Jace frowned, trying to suppress the growing smile. “No, it’s just... you know, sensitive.”
Clary’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Sensitive, huh?”
She deliberately let her fingers dance lightly over the same spot, watching Jace closely. Suddenly, he convulsed, a burst of laughter erupting from him. “Clary, stop!” he gasped between fits of laughter, trying to pull his foot away, but Clary held on, her fingers continuing their gentle assault.
“You are ticklish!” Clary exclaimed, unable to contain her laughter at his reaction.
Jace’s face turned a deep shade of red as he giggled uncontrollably, completely undone by the unexpected sensation. He squirmed and writhed under her touch, helpless to escape the onslaught of ticklish torture.
Clary couldn’t help but laugh along with him, finding his reaction utterly adorable and endearing. She continued to tickle his foot until tears of laughter streamed down his face and he begged for mercy.
Finally, she relented, letting him catch his breath. Jace lay back, his chest heaving, his face flushed, and a wide grin spread across his lips. “You’re evil,” he panted, but there was no malice in his words, only pure amusement and affection.
Clary grinned mischievously. “I prefer to think of it as therapeutic. You need to laugh more, Jace. It looks good on you.”
He reached out, pulling her close. “Maybe you’re right. I guess I just need you around to remind me.”
Clary snuggled against him, feeling his laughter still reverberating through his body. “Always,” she promised. “I’ll always be here to make you laugh, even if I have to tickle it out of you.”
Jace chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you, Clary.”
“I love you too, Jace,” she murmured. “Now, how about that other foot?”
Jace groaned, but he didn’t pull away. As Clary’s hands started their gentle work again, he realised that maybe, just maybe, a little laughter and playfulness weren’t so bad after all.
#shadowhunters tickle#shadowhunters tickle fanfic#shadowhunters fluff#shadowhunters#Lee! Clary#Ler! Jace#Ticklish Jace
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Safe in your Arms - Alec Lightwood x female reader
Summary: You can’t sleep so you slip into bed with Alec
Words: 1.7K
Warnings: none really
Notes: This is written from female pov (my pov) however can be read as gender neutral so will put this story in both male and female reader
Y/N’s POV
The darkness presses in around me, suffocating and heavy. Another sleepless night grips me tightly, refusing to release its hold. With a sigh, I rise from the bed, the covers slipping off my like unwanted shackles.
Padding down the familiar corridors of the Institute, my footsteps echo softly against the stone floors. The hushed whispers of the night greet me, a comforting presence in the solitude. Each door I pass I hesitate, unsure who I’m looking for comfort in.
I barely pause outside Clary’s room as we’ve never seen eye to eye so I continue on, finding myself outside Izzy’s door. The familiar, faint scent of jasmine wafting though the air. She's always been a source of strength and support, but tonight, the idea of seeking refuge in her embrace feels somehow... wrong, too intimate. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something holds me back, a silent voice urging me to continue my search elsewhere.
Jace’s door looms ahead, a silent invitation beckoning me to seek shelter within his presence. For a moment, I hesitate, my hand hovering over the door handle as memories of shared laughter and whispered secrets flood my mind. But then, with a heavy sigh, I pull away, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down upon me like a leaden cloak.
My fingers ghost over Simon's door, the thought of seeking solace in his company tempting yet ultimately unfulfilling. We may share a bond forged in battle, but there's a divide between us that I can't seem to breach. With a sigh, I move on, the ache of loneliness gnawing at my heart with each passing moment.
And then, finally, I find myself standing outside Alec’s room, the door a silent barrier between me and the solace I seek. With a hesitant hand, I push the door open, the soft creak of hinges breaking the silence like a whisper in the night.
Inside, the room is bathed in a gentle glow, the moonlight filtering through the curtains casting shadows across the floor. Alec lies asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. For a moment, I simply stand there, drinking in the sight of him. Gone is the usual tension that seems to etch lines into his features during the waking hours. Instead, his face is softened by slumber, his expression serene and unguarded. The furrow of his brow, which often accompanies his deep concentration or stern demeanour, is smoothed away, replaced by an air of tranquility.
A small smile graces his lips, a sight so rare it’s almost surreal. It’s a stark contrast to the usual scowl that seems to be his default expression during the day. In this moment of vulnerability, his true essence shines through, a gentle warmth that draws me in like a moth to a flame.
I find myself captivated by the peacefulness that radiates from him, the subtle rise and fall of his chest a soothing rhythm that lulls me into a sense of calm. It's as if all the worries and burdens of the world have been momentarily lifted from his shoulders, leaving behind only the purest essence of who he is.
In this moment, Alec is not the fierce warrior or the stoic leader. He is simply Alec, vulnerable and human, a reminder that even the strongest among us need rest and respite from the battles we face.
And as I gaze upon him, a small smile tugs at the corners of my own lips, mirroring the one that graces his face. I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, before I gently lift the duvet and slide into the bed beside Alec. The rustling of the sheets stir him from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open blearily as he tries to make sense of the intrusion.
“Wha—?" His voice is thick with sleep, the words trailing off into a soft murmur as he blinks owlishly at me. Confusion dances in the depths of his eyes, but there's also a hint of warmth, a flicker of recognition that warms my soul.
“What are you doing Birdie?" he mumbles, his words barely audible in the stillness of the room., the nickname he’s given me sending a shiver down my spine. Despite the grogginess that clouds his mind, there's a note of curiosity in his voice, a silent question hanging in the air between us.
"I couldn't sleep," I confess quietly, my voice barely more than a whisper. "And... I needed to be near you.”
Alec’s expression softens at my words, a silent understanding passing between us. Without a word, he shifts around in the bed, making room for me to settle beside him. The duvet envelops us both in its warmth as we find our positions, his body fitting against mine like two puzzle pieces finally coming together.
We settle into our newfound arrangement, a sense of peace washes over me, a warmth that seeps into my bones and drives away the chill of the night. In Alec's arms, I find sanctuary from the storms that rage within me, a refuge from the chaos of the world outside. And as sleep begins to claim me once more, I find solace in the knowledge that, for tonight at least, I am not alone.
As the first rays of dawn filter through the curtains, I gradually awaken from the depths of sleep, the heaviness of slumber clinging to my limbs like a comforting embrace. The warmth of Alec's presence envelops me, his arm draped protectively over my waist, anchoring me to the present moment.
I can feel the weight of his body pressed against mine, a comforting solidity that grounds me in reality. His unruly black hair tickles my cheek, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips pressed against my shoulder where my shirt has slipped slightly.
Alec emits a soft snuffle in his sleep as I gently begin to scratch his scalp, the motion soothing both him and me. His breath is warm against my skin, a gentle rhythm that lulls me back into a state of tranquility.
He shuffles around as he begins to slowly slip from sleep, his brilliant blue eyes fluttering open, revealing a sleep-ridden expression that tugs at my heartstrings. There’s a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability that I've rarely seen in him before. And as his eyes meet mine, a flicker of recognition dances in their depths, as if he's just now realizing that I'm here, lying beside him.
For a moment, we simply stare at each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between us. And then, slowly but surely, a small smile tugs at the corners of Alec's lips, a gesture so tender and genuine that it sends my heart soaring.
Alec brushes the hair out of my face, his touch gentle, his fingers singing against my skin as if committing the moment to memory. I can feel the intensity of his gaze as he studies my face, his eyes searching for something, perhaps an answer to the question that lingers between us.
And then, without warning, he moves forward, his face hovering just inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat as anticipation coils within me, every nerve in my body on edge with anticipation.
And then, finally, his lips crash against mine in a kiss that sends shockwaves coursing through my veins. It’s everything I've ever imagined and more, his lips soft and plump against mine, fitting together with a perfect symmetry that feels like coming home. He rolls us from our sides so he’s leaving over me, his weight above me feeling right, perfect almost, as if we were always meant to be in this position.
His kisses are a revelation, each one tasting of warmth and longing, a tantalising blend of sweetness and desire that leaves me breathless. I can feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, his warmth seeping into my skin and sending shivers racing down my spine.
With every touch, every caress, I lose myself in the sensation of him, the feel of his lips against mine, the brush of his fingers against my skin. He smells of sandalwood and strawberries, a heady combination that fills my senses and leaves me intoxicated with desire.
In this moment, with Alec pressed against me, every nerve in my body tingles with anticipation. It's as if the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us in our own little universe, bound together by the intensity of our connection.
But, just as our passion threatens to consume us, a quiet knock at the bedroom door shatters the fragile bubble we've created. Alec lets out a quiet groan, his head falling to my shoulder in frustration before he clears his throat and calls out, "One second!”
As he climbs out of the bed to open the door slightly, I sit up, the sheets rustling around me, betraying the fact that Alec's not alone. My heart races with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, unsure of what awaits us on the other side of that door.
And then, as Alec peers out into the hallway, his expression unreadable, I catch a glimpse of blond meaning it’s Jace standing in the corridor, his presence casting a shadow over our moment of intimacy. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realise that our time alone together may be coming to an abrupt end.
Alec hisses something to Jace before closing the door and turning back to me, his eyes raking up my body, blue eyes darkening before he’s shaking his head and asking, “Breakfast?”
“Clothes then breakfast?”
“You can wear some of mine, then breakfast.”
“Deal.”
The Shadowhunters Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023
#Alec Lightwood#Alec Lightwood fluff#Alec Lightwood smut#Alec Lightwood angst#tmi#the mortal instruments one shots#the mortal instruments#Alec Lightwood x reader#Alec Lightwood x you#Alec Lightwood x y/n#Matthew daddario#shadowhunters#alec lightwood imagines#Alec Lightwood x male reader#Alec Lightwood x gender neutral reader#Alec Lightwood x
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Jem and Mina❤️
@cassandraclare ‘s characters
#shadowhunters#cassandra clare#malec#tmi#isabelle lightwood#pride month#twp#alec lightwood#comic art#malec book#jem carstairs#mina carstairs#tessa gray#tid#daddy’s babygirl#cute#fluff
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Alec is completely emo like obviously everyone knows it but you ain't telling me that Magnus doesn't do his eveliner (actually all his makeup) for him whenever they go out anywhere and if you try to tell me that Alec doesn't paint his nails whenever Magnus does death will ensue. Alec embraces his full emo-ness when he's with Magnus. Magnus is Alecs safe space and I love it❤❤
#lgbt pride#lgbtq#shadowhunters#alec lightwood bane#alec lightwood#magnus bane#magnus x alec#malec fluff#malec smut#gay pride#gay art#malec#shumdario#harry shum jr#matthew daddario#netflix#gay makeup#makeup#eyeliner#going out
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A bunch of gifsets of forehead touches rolled up on my dash the other day so of course my malec addled brain said drop everything else and draw them XD
version without the arms under the cut
#drew both book and show cause they all deserve all the fluff#malec#malec fanart#magnus x alec#shadowhunters#shadowhunters fanart#alec lightwood#magnus bane#alec lightwood bane#magnus lightwood bane#the mortal instruments#harry shum jr#matthew daddario#forehead touch#my art#was supposed to be quick sketch but my inability to draw side profiles quickly said nah we gonna take longer than necessary TT
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Imagine a scene where Kit is still researching late in the night in the institute‘s library and Ty left to go shower and returns an hour later with a plate full of Kit‘s favourite cookies. And after several more hours of research and by the time all the cookies have been eaten, Ty hugs Kit from behind before whispering „I think we won‘t figure anything out without enough rest.“ and Kit laces their fingers before placing a soft kiss on Ty‘s palm and saying „You‘re right, let‘s go to bed“.
#i need those fluffy scenes soo much#like they will be partners in crime and so in love#i require at least one book full of kitty fluff#cassandra clare#kit herondale#ty blackthorn#kit x ty#twp#the wicked powers#tsc#the shadowhunter chronicles#kit x ty headcanon
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It is no secret to anyone who knows him that Alastair Carstairs is an exceptional cook. Armed with the knowledge passed down from his mother and Risa, he felt it was his duty to keep the Persian traditions alive in their family, and the only way he felt comfortable doing it was through cooking. It was his escape when the piano keys felt slimy and sticky under his fingertips, and when his thumb and index fingers slowly became more and more smudged with ink stains from the mundane newspapers. Cordelia was the taste tester every time, no matter how burnt or salty or under seasoned his food was. He could trust her to give him an honest critique—and she always did, without preamble. ‘Dadash, did you empty the entire Dead Sea into this? My tongue is burning.’ ‘Oh, this is better than last time! Just needs more chilli, it’s a bit on the mild side.’ ‘Alastair, this is extremely chewy. It’s meant to be softer, no?’ Though he would roll his eyes and pretend to be offended by every one of his sister’s comments, Alastair was glad for it all. It was their little pocket of solidarity in an otherwise distant relationship. Alastair’s own doing, of course, but he felt it necessary at the time. He was four years old when he first showed an interest, according to Sona. By eleven, Alastair was comfortable enough to cook a couple of simple dishes without any help. By fifteen, he was a self-proclaimed master. Yes, he made mistakes sometimes—as all good cooks do—but he knew his way around a kitchen, just as Cordelia knew her way around Cortana. Naturally it was something he kept to himself: if he had disclosed to any of the boys who bullied him at the Shadowhunter Academy that he, a male, loved and knew how to cook, and was taught how to by the women in his life, it would have given them yet another few reasons to belittle and assault him. Being his father’s son and a boy with darker skin was already too many reasons. So Alastair kept his passion quiet, known only to his mother, his sister, and Risa. He’s sure Elias never knew, for if he had, Alastair is certain he would have put a stop to it somehow. All it took was one remark to have Alastair give up and push it down. His love for piano and singing, for instance. But Alastair and Cordelia made it a regular occurrence to take over the kitchen and get under Risa’s feet, in her words. He cherishes those memories, where flour would coat the front of his waistcoat and parts of Cordelia’s hair, and the fragrant aroma of cinnamon, cardamom and clove would fill the entire room alongside their laughter. They were just some of the good things he held onto whilst at the Academy. But the Academy days are no more, and Elias’s domineering presence has fizzled out through fire and ash. Alastair is free to do whatever he wants to do and be whoever he wants to be, and cooking is only a part of it.
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well well, it has been a long time, hasn't it??
but here i am, back for good hopefully!! and with a wee fic i wrote for my bestest girl @drunkonimagination for her birthday back in july ✨ it's based on one of our first interactions together before we hit the dms and the hill i will die on that is alastair carstairs is great at cooking but a terrible baker. only just got around it posting it jkahdjasd. hope you all enjoy it, and i'll be back with some more fics soon!!
also pls ignore the title, it's the best thing i could come up with :')
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tagging people who might be interested: @edwinspaynes @purplebass @angeldaisies @faithfromanewperspective @tessherongraystairs @celias
let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tag list!!
#the shadowhunter chronicles#tsc#the last hours#tlh#alastair carstairs#thomas lightwood#cordelia carstairs#thomastair#thomastair fanfiction#thomastair fic#the last hours fanfiction#tlh fanfiction#the last hours fanfic#tlh fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic#post canon#domestic fluff#baking#birthday fic#birthday fanfic#piece of cake#v loves agnes#i was laughing so much while i was writing this i won't lie#just the thought of alastair being SO stubborn that his efforts are fine#and then his creations turn out Like That#yes i highly enjoyed myself ahahah
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i am at work and cannot elaborate right now but i believe my many moons as a malec fan may be a massive contributing factor as to why i fell in love with bucktommy so instantly……
#911 abc#evan buckley#fluff#tommy kinard#bucktommy#911 show#tevan#gay#911 season 7#lgbtq#malec#shadowhunters
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I'm listening to Shadow Hunter again and Maul remembers reading about the Talzin (the weird invisible-in-the-force worm thingo) on an obscure holonet site.
I have to wonder if maul is a supermassive troll on socials. I mean Plagueis mentions he has fuck all to do when not tasked with a mission or training.
The only thing more terrifying than Maul is the combined powers of his social media footprint and his search history.
#his search history contains things some would consider... unnatural#maul#darth maul#darth maul: shadowhunter#the snippets of character fluff are *chef's kiss*#shadow hunter#darth maul: shadow hunter
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boxes of clementines | w. herondale
will herondale x fem reader, no mention of shadowhunter stuff, established relationship, husband!will, fluff!!!! so much fluff!!!!, cross posted on ao3 under @/kvohru
‘There are boxes of clementines in the kitchen and the thing is that I love you again.’ — Alessia Di Cesare, The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines
Despite it being a December morning, it was surprisingly warm in your home— for a wintry London day's standards, that is. The sun was up, for one thing, its delicate rays filtering through the clouds and into your kitchen.
Perhaps it's the fact that you live in the countryside? you thought idly as you put away your groceries. Maybe that's why it was sunnier today? Well, regardless, your warm friend was still a welcome guest any day.
Seeing as how it was the weekend today, neither you nor Will had work, so you took it as a chance to get caught up on some housekeeping chores like groceries and such. Well, you had been out getting groceries while Will—who was set to return by the afternoon—was out doing… other things. (He was out replacing something or the other, you weren't quite focusing when he had told you about it the other day.)
And so you went on, adopting a tranquil rhythm, sorting boxes into cupboards and washing all the fresh produce you'd bought. Apples, strawberries and cucumbers were left to soak in the sink while the boxes of clementines were left on the kitchen counters.
You let out a contented sigh. It was a good morning.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
It was well past the afternoon when Will was walking up the stone walkway to the quaint countryside home. In fact, the sun was already starting to set by then, the pale blue sky quickly turning a warm orange instead.
He trudged up the steps to the front porch, adjusting the large bouquet in his hands; a brilliant arrangement of flowers that he didn't think twice about buying when he passed by that florist he often frequented for you.
He shifted the bags he was carrying along with said bouquet to his other arm, freeing up his right to dig into his coat pocket for the keys. “Cariad?” he called as he walked in, toeing his shoes off and placing them neatly beside the door.
It was a few seconds before your reply, which came in form of a Hm?, could be heard. He set all the bags down. A few more seconds where he could hear your feet padding across the wooden floors before you finally, finally, came into view.
“Will!” After all these years, you still had a way of seeming utterly excited when seeing him. I mean, he could practically see the almost cartoonish glimmer in your eyes from across the room.
“Hey, darling,” he greeted gently, his whole body instantly relaxing at the sight of you. It was as if simply being around you worked all the knots from his shoulders and eased all his muscles.
The smile wholly transformed your face at the sound of the term of endearment, the corners of your eyes crinkling adorably and your lips splitting instantly into a wide smile.
The setting sun cast long shadows on the ground, the slanting rays giving a warm orange tinge to the earth, the sky and everything in between.
Your eyes finally left his face and travelled down to his body, where you finally spotted the bouquet balanced on his elbow. He had thought it'd be the first thing you'd notice when he walked in, seeing as how it was almost as big as his torso, but you hadn't.
You'd been too transfixed on his face, on him, to notice anything else.
Your face instantly softened, an almost infinitesimal shift in your expression that would've been impossible to notice if it were anyone else looking at you. But Will noticed. He always did.
It was like it was happening in slow motion, that change in your expression. From the previous childlike joy at seeing your husband to the look of pure, unadulterated love in your eyes.
“Oh, darling,” you breathed, almost to yourself, as you walked closer. You gingerly plucked the bouquet out of his arm, instantly pulling it up to your face to smell it. It really was a gorgeous arrangement; from the roses to the carnations to the peonies, and the tiny pieces of baby's breath sprinkled throughout.
And the part that made it all the more precious to you was that you knew Will had taken time out of his day to put it together. You knew it wasn't prearranged, and the image of your husband standing at the florist and meticulously putting together an assortment of flowers for you warmed your heart to an immeasurable degree.
“Will,” you breathed again, and… were you getting teary-eyed? You looked up at him, and yep, those were definitely tears lining your waterline. He couldn't help the corner of his mouth lifting at the sight. “They're so beautiful. You're so beautiful. Thank you so much. I love you.”
You were gushing your praises and gratitude now, and it wouldn't be long before—
“Wait,” you mumbled, a look of realisation (which looked more like horror than anything) falling over your face. You whipped your head around, your ponytail smacking him in the chest from the force of the motion.
He barely contained his amused scoff. You were and would always be incredibly and adorably predictable. Not to mention incredibly easy to read, too.
“No occasion,” he said, interrupting your Oh No Did I Miss An Important Date?™ scanning-over-the-calendar routine. You let out an audible sigh of relief, your whole body slumping forward with the motion, and this time Will couldn't hold back the smug grin.
You set the bouquet down and looked at him, suspicious despite your relief. He could practically hear the question in your gaze (refer back to what I said about you being incredibly easy to read), and he was sure it went something like this: A bouquet this big for no reason?
He sighed dramatically and leaned closer, his voice taking on that classic teasing lilt of his, “What? Can't a man surprise his wife with flowers in peace?”
“But why?” you insisted quietly. Clearly, you were incredibly worried you'd somehow forgotten about an important date. Because what if you had and Will, being the ever so gracious (debatable) man that he was, didn't want to embarrass you by reminding you?
“Just because.”
“But it's so big.” Your worried gaze met his, and his grin split even wider.
“Not the only big thing I can—”
You smacked him lightly on the arm to shut him up. “Come on!” he complained, forever the melodramatic man that he was, “You practically walked into that one!”
You rolled your eyes, but the gesture held absolutely no heat, especially not when you were smiling despite yourself. “Thank you,” you said sincerely, rising up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, and hoping he could sense the extent of your gratitude in that kiss.
“Of course, my love,” he murmured softly between kisses, the teasing leaving his voice entirely and being replaced by an insurmountable amount of love.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
A while later, after he had changed and joined you back in the kitchen, the two of you could be found sitting at the kitchen island, sharing a clementine.
#will herondale#william herondale#will herondale x reader#fluff#the infernal devices#the shadowhuter chronicles#shadowhunters#booksbooksbooks#fanfic#fanfiction#self insert#established relationship#cassandra cain#jem carstairs#x reader#female reader#cross posted on ao3#i love will herondale#book lover#fluffy#my fic#tessa gray#tda#tid#the dark artifices#boyfriend will herondale#husband will herondale#cassandra clare#cassie clare#pls boost
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New art on b🌝🌝sty
sappy and romantic and decent (wow!) + teeny-tiny, but very sweet drabble by Mikkyhunting (ao3)
P.s. planning on not so decent art for Magnus' birthday, be prepared 🦁
Teaser ☝️
#my art#shadowhunters#malec#malec fanart#magnus bane#alec lightwood#art#malec fanfiction#romance#fluff
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Relaxing massage
In the softly lit living room of Izzy’s quarters, Simon Lewis sat on the plush couch, where he had been invited for a drink after a mission. His nerves tingling not just from the general chaos of his life, but also from the close proximity of Isabelle "Izzy" Lightwood. She noticed his discomfort and moved closer “Simon, you seem really tense today. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, just the usual chaos, you know? Vampire stuff..." Simon’s voice trailed off, his heart rate picking up as Izzy proposed a seemingly innocent solution.
"How about a foot massage? I took a reflexology course a while back. It might help you relax a bit," Izzy suggested.
Simon’s heart raced at the thought. His feet were embarrassingly ticklish, a weakness well-exploited by his sister in their childhood. He hesitated, memories of breathless laughter and pleas for mercy flashing through his mind. But it had been years since those tickle attacks—surely, he has outgrown being so ticklish. Besides, this was a massage. Massages were meant to be firm and soothing, right?
“Uh, sure, I guess that could be… nice, thanks,” Simon replied, trying to sound nonchalant as he reluctantly stretched out his legs onto the coffee table.
Izzy’s hands approached his feet. Simon braced himself, but the initial firm strokes on his arches were genuinely relaxing. Just as he began to let his guard down, Izzy’s fingers accidentally brushed against the base of his toes, and a jolt shot through Simon’s body. He twitched noticeably but managed to stifle a giggle.
Izzy noticed but didn’t let on. Instead, she continued with her massage, occasionally letting her fingers stray to provoke another jolt of ticklish laughter from Simon, each one quickly suppressed into a sharp intake of breath.
Simon's discomfort grew with each "accidental" brush of Izzy's fingers. He realised that if anything, he was more ticklish now than when he was a kid, each touch causing dizzying sensations that tortured his nerves. Izzy’s fingers danced around between massaging, teasing the spaces between his toes, causing him to clench his jaw and grip the couch tightly to contain his reactions. Her nails lightly grazed along his soles, each stroke a line of playful torment.
All the while, Izzy maintained a serene expression, concentrating on her task as if she were merely massaging, not tickling. Simon was in ticklish agony, he was losing his mind, caught between how unbearable this was and not wanting to admit it, his body tensing in waves of ticklish torture.
She continued this for what felt like hours to Simon, who was fighting an internal battle. His feet twitched involuntarily under her touch, breathless with the effort of suppressing his reactions. Every nerve ending in his feet screamed for relief.
Finally, after thoroughly enjoying the playful power she wielded over him, Izzy's movements slowed, and she looked up at Simon with a grin. "You're really ticklish, aren't you?" she revealed, her voice filled with laughter.
Simon, a mix of relief and embarrassment flooding through him, let out a breathy laugh. "Was it that obvious?" he gave her a wonky, shy smile.
"Only a little," Izzy teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But don't worry, I think it's cute." Simon flushed a deep red at her comment.
Flustered but relieved the ordeal was over, Simon couldn't help but smile genuinely, the tension finally leaving his body, replaced by a warm flutter of joy at the playful intimacy they had shared. "Thanks, Izzy. That was really……. relaxing” he said with good-humoured sarcasm.
Izzy laughed, her hand reaching out to squeeze his. "Anytime, Simon. Anytime” and got up to get him the afore-promised drink.
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Broken Showers Aren't All Bad - Alec Lightwood x female reader
Summary: You use Alec's shower as yours is broken
Words: 2.6k
Warnings: none
Y/N’s POV
As I stumble back to the institute, my muscles aching and my clothes stained with sweat and demon ichor, I can’t help but feel a sense of exhaustion weighing heavily on my shoulders. The fight against the shax demons had been relentless, each blow and dodge taking its toll on my body and spirit.
Dragging myself to my room, I’m grateful for the ensuite bathroom, the promise of a hot shower offering a small sliver of comfort amidst the chaos and danger that constantly surrounds us. But as I step into the shower and turn on the water, my relief quickly turns to frustration as the pipes splutter and the flow of water comes to an abrupt halt, leaving me standing there in disbelief.
With a groan of frustration, I pound my fist against the tiled wall, feeling a surge of pent-up anger and exhaustion bubbling to the surface. It's the last straw in a long line of setbacks and challenges, and I can't help but feel like I'm at the end of my rope. They said they had fixed my shower earlier today but it’s still fucked.
Desperate for a solution, I run through a mental checklist of every member of our group, trying to determine who might be willing to let me use their shower. Clary and Jace are out of the question—they're probably lost in each other's embrace, lost in their own world of love and passion. And Izzy, well, she doesn't know the meaning of privacy, likely to barge in without warning at any given moment.
That leaves Alec—the one person in our group who values his privacy above all else. It's a long shot, but I'm left with no other choice, especially as he’s out on a mission currently.
As I tiptoe through the dimly lit corridors of the Institute, my heart races with anticipation and a tinge of nervousness. I know I shouldn't be doing this, sneaking into Alec's room while he's away on a mission, but my own shower has been malfunctioning for days, and I can't stand the thought of going another day feeling unkempt.
The door to Alec's room creaks softly as I push it open, praying that no one hears. Stepping inside, I quickly make my way to the bathroom, feeling a rush of relief wash over me as I shut the door behind me. The warm steam soon envelops me as I strip off my clothes and throw my towel aside, longing for the hot water.
As I step into Alec's shower, the warmth envelops me like a comforting embrace, easing the tension that had been coiled tightly in my muscles. The steam fills the small space, wrapping around me like a gentle cloud, washing away the lingering remnants of fear and adrenaline from the encounter with the shax demons.
I close my eyes, letting the water cascade over me, each droplet a soothing caress against my skin. The scent of Alec's shampoo and soap fills the air, a familiar and comforting aroma that helps to ground me in the present moment.
With each passing second, the tension begins to melt away, replaced by a sense of relaxation and relief. The hot water works its magic, easing the ache in my limbs and soothing the bruises that litter my body from the fight.
I tilt my head back, letting the water cascade over my face, feeling the weight of the day's events slowly lift from my shoulders. In this moment, there is nothing but the sensation of warmth and cleanliness, a temporary reprieve from the chaos and danger that constantly surrounds us.
As I stand under the warm cascade of water in Alec's shower, a sense of tranquility washes over me, momentarily banishing the worries and fears that had plagued me earlier. But as the sound of footsteps approaches the door, my heart lurches in my chest, and panic sets in like a suffocating wave.
Alec’s footsteps are unmistakable—steady and purposeful, devoid of the usual warmth or joviality. My mind races with the worst-case scenarios, imagining his stern expression and sharp reprimands as he discovered me here, intruding upon his private space and using his stuff.
With trembling hands, I reach for the shower curtain, hastily pulling it closed around me as if it could shield me from the impending confrontation. My breath comes in shallow gasps, the steamy air feeling suddenly stifling as I await Alec's inevitable discovery.
The moment the bathroom door creaks open, my heart feels as though it’s lodged in my throat, and I shrink back against the tiled wall, desperately trying to make myself as small as possible on instinct. Through the opaque curtain, I can vaguely make out Alec’s silhouette, his presence looming like an impending storm.
“Who’s there?” His voice pierces through the heavy silence, sharp and authoritative, sending a shiver down my spine.
I swallow hard, my throat feeling dry and constricted. "It's me," I manage to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper, my words muffled by the fabric of the curtain.
Alec’s footsteps draw nearer, and I can feel the weight of his gaze boring into me, even through the barrier of the shower curtain. Every nerve in my body is on high alert, bracing for the inevitable backlash of his discovery.
“What are you doing here?" His voice carries a note of incredulity, mixed with a hint of confusion.
I bite my lip, my mind scrambling for an explanation, any excuse that could possibly justify my presence here. "My shower... it's broken," I stammer out, my words coming out in a rushed tumble, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
There’s a moment of tense silence, broken only by the sound of water cascading from the showerhead. I brace myself for Alec's anger, fully expecting a sharp rebuke for my audacity.
But, to my surprise, when Alec finally speaks, his voice carries a note of understanding, his tone softer than I had anticipated. "Well, I suppose you can finish up here," he says, his words tinged with a hint of amusement.
Relief floods through me like a tidal wave, and I let out a shaky breath, feeling the tension in my muscles slowly begin to ebb away.
As I finish my shower, hastily drying off with a fluffy towel, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of my stomach as I realise my oversight—I forgot to bring clean clothes with me. With a frustrated sigh, I wrap the towel tightly around my body, hoping it provides at least some semblance of modesty as I prepare to face the inevitable embarrassment of leaving Alec's bathroom in just my towel.
Steeling myself for the inevitable, I take a deep breath and push open the bathroom door, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I step into the room beyond. My eyes dart nervously around the familiar surroundings, searching for any sign of Alec's presence.
And then, I see him—standing by the window, his back turned to me, his gaze focused intently on something outside. Relief floods through me at the sight, grateful for the temporary reprieve from the awkwardness of the situation.
But as if sensing my presence, Alec turns, his eyes widening in surprise as they travel the length of my body, lingering for a moment longer than is strictly necessary. A flush of crimson creeps into his cheeks, and he quickly averts his gaze, clearing his throat in a feeble attempt to disguise his embarrassment. "Uh, sorry," he mumbles, his voice slightly hoarse, his eyes fixed resolutely on the floor. "I didn't realise you were... uh... here.”
I swallow hard, feeling the heat rise to my own cheeks as I struggle to find the right words to break the awkward silence that hangs between us. "I, uh... forgot to bring clean clothes," I mumble sheepishly, feeling like a fool for my forgetfulness.
Alec nods awkwardly, his cheeks still tinged with a faint blush. "Right," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, um... I can, uh, go get you something to wear... if you want.”
Instead of leaving the room to head to mine he moves to his chest of drawers, searching for something for me to wear. I feel a mix of gratitude and nervous anticipation, never expecting Alec to share his clothes with me let alone his shower. When he returns with a black t-shirt in hand, I accept it with a grateful smile, clutching it tightly against my chest as I wait for him to realise that he needs to turn away.
For a moment, Alec seems to falter, his gaze lingering on me expectantly until the realisation dawns on him. With a slight cough, he quickly averts his eyes, turning away to give me the privacy I need to pull the shirt over my head. As I slide the shirt on, I'm struck by how it drapes loosely over my frame, reaching down to mid-thigh and resembling more of a short dress than a typical t-shirt. The fabric is soft against my skin, imbued with Alec's scent, a comforting reminder of his presence.
When Alec finally turns back around, his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of me in his shirt, his gaze lingering on the way it hugs my curves and falls to the length of my thighs. A faint blush creeps into his cheeks once again, but this time, there's a hint of something else in his expression—a mixture of admiration and something deeper, more intimate.
"You, uh, look good in that," he stammers out, his voice slightly hoarse, his eyes flickering uncertainly as they meet mine.
I can't help but smile at his awkward attempt at a compliment, feeling a warmth spread through me at the genuine sincerity in his words. "Thanks," I reply softly, feeling a flutter of excitement in the pit of my stomach at the realisation that Alec's gaze lingers on me a moment longer than necessary, his eyes filled with a warmth that sends a shiver down my spine.
As I stand there in Alec's room, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air, I can't shake the feeling of reluctance that settles in the pit of my stomach. Despite the lingering warmth of Alec's gaze and the newfound connection between us, I know that I can't stay here forever.
With a soft sigh, I muster up the courage to break the silence, clearing my throat awkwardly as I glance towards the door. "I should probably get back to my room," I say softly, the words feeling heavy on my tongue.
Alec nods in understanding, his expression unreadable as he steps aside to let me pass. "Yeah, of course," he replies, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.
As I make my way towards the door, a pang of regret washes over me, aching in my chest like a physical weight. Part of me had hoped that Alec would stop me from leaving, that he would reach out and pull me back into his embrace, unwilling to let me go.
But as I glance back over my shoulder, Alec's expression remains stoic and unreadable, his gaze fixed resolutely on the floor. With a heavy heart, I push open the door and step out into the hallway, the sound of it closing behind me echoing in the silence.
As I return to my room, the echoes of Alec's presence still lingering in my mind, I quickly slip on a pair of panties before reaching for the black t-shirt he lent me. With a momentary pang of guilt, I peel off the shirt, feeling a sense of loss as I momentarily remove the comforting fabric from my skin.
But the need for cleanliness overrides my reluctance, and I hastily pull on a clean bra before slipping Alec's shirt back over my head, the familiar fabric enveloping me once again in its warmth. Bringing the collar to my nose, I inhale deeply, breathing in the scent of Alec that lingers there, a mixture of soap and sweat and something uniquely him.
Lost in the comforting embrace of Alec's shirt, I'm startled by a sudden knock at my door, the sound jolting me back to reality. Swinging the door open, expecting to see Izzy, my breath catches in my throat as it’s Alec standing there instead. His expression is wrought with anxiety and before I can even utter a word of inquiry, he closes the gap between us in two swift strides, his hands reaching out to cup my face in a surprisingly gentle yet urgent grip.
The world seems to tilt on its axis as Alec's lips crash against mine, stealing the breath from my lungs and sending my heart into a frenzied rhythm. His kiss is passionate and breathless, a whirlwind of emotions and desires unleashed in a single moment of raw vulnerability.
I'm momentarily stunned, my mind struggling to catch up with the sudden turn of events. But as Alec's lips move fervently against mine, a surge of warmth floods through me, melting away any doubts or reservations I may have had.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer, losing myself in the intoxicating sensation of his touch. His hands are rough and calloused against my skin, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips as they trail a fiery path along my jawline and down my neck.
In that moment, there is nothing else but Alec and me, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of passion and longing. The world outside fades away, replaced by the electric intensity of our connection as we become entangled in each other's embrace.
And as Alec finally pulls away, his chest heaving with exertion, I'm left breathless and exhilarated, a million thoughts and emotions swirling through my mind. “Do it again,” I s all I can breathe, Alec’s response immediate and impassioned. With a hunger that matches my own, he presses me against the nearest wall, his lips claiming mine with a fervour that leaves me dizzy with desire. In that moment, it feels as though we're the only two people in the world, lost in the intensity of our connection.
His hand finds its way to my bare thigh beneath his shirt, hitching my leg around his waist, pulling me impossibly closer as if he can't bear to be apart from me even for a moment longer. The sensation of his touch sends a shiver of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both. Every caress, every kiss feels like an affirmation of the bond between us, a silent promise of things to come.
But our stolen moment of passion is abruptly interrupted by the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat. Reluctantly, we break apart, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we turn to find Izzy standing in the doorway of my room, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
"Welllllll" she says, her voice laced with amusement. “Sorry to interrupt this but I need to steal Y/N,” she adds with a wink, "you two can continue this later. Preferably with the bedroom door closed this time.”
I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position, burying my face in Alec’s shirt who's gaze remains unwavering as he meets Izzy's teasing grin with a smirk of his own.
“Later Izzy," he replies smoothly, his tone laced with amusement. “10 more minutes.”
With that Izzy snorts and closes the door on her way out, a fond smile on her face and Alec pulling me into his arms, a hug that has me nuzzling into the crook of his neck not sure what this is between us.
“I never thought I’d be happy about a broken shower.”
“Me neither.”
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Mood boards created for Call Me Maybe - a Malec fic by the amazing Sparkles436
Created as part of the Shadowhunters Mini Bang @malecdiscordserver
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