#simon x maia x jace

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

I know I have a series on my ao3 account called "my tiny ass fandom fest" for small fandoms but I feel like I should have another one titled "absolute fucking rarepairs" because I have some ships for fandoms that over 30k fics but I'm writing a pairing so small they have below fifty fics (some all the way to BELOW TEN bc I'm the only one writing them).

...all of which is to say I don't know how my Riley/Ivan/Chase fic got so popular in the Dino Charge fandom because up until a few months ago I was the ONLY ONE writing for them.

[the-ultimate-obsessive-fangirl]

Magnus Bane is the actual goddamn mother fucking love of my life and no one can tell me any different end of fucking conversation

:)

[clubartaesthetic]

bookclub

[x-ceirios-x]

alea iacta est

alea iacta est; the die is cast.

cw: canon typical violence, fight scene

Andy tumbled through the Portal with the rest of the New York Institute, looking over the army of red-robed demonic Shadowhunters. She couldn’t bite back the snicker that arose from her, mirroring Simon’s, when she realized they could no longer use her seraph blades. She muttered the name of hers and gripped it tightly in her hand, prepared for the oncoming onslaught. She was dressed head to toe in gear and completely decked out in weapons—daggers, seraph blades, her collapsible bo staff all decorated her belt and various sheathes pulled tight around her legs and arms. And on her hip, calling for her to use it, was her latest refurbished gadget: James Herondale’s revolver. 

She set out with the group, running ahead with Aline and Helen. Despite the stakes, she had to enjoy the adrenaline of battle. She’d never felt more alive than fighting in the Mortal War alongside Maia, who was there tonight. She tried to keep an eye out for her but the sea of werewolves and Ahadowhunters, Endarkened and seraphic, made that hard. A knife sliced past her arm, pausing her in her tracks, and she whipped around, blade in hand. She recognized the man in red robes, vaguely, maybe from a picture. Maybe he was another friend of Valentine’s she’d seen in old photos her mother had hidden away in the attic. He smiled cruelly, before lunging for her, his blade narrowly missing her throat. She spun and jumped, wrapping her legs around the man’s neck. She landed feet first, cutting off his breath with her legs. Without another thought, she grabbed his knife and drove it through his heart. Blood spattered on her hand and arm. There was no time for pity—Sebastian was going to die and she had to ensure that happened.

From a few feet away, she could see Magnus and Rowan, leading Simon through the brunt of the attack. At all costs, they needed to get to Sebastian at the back of this all. Some leader, she thought, before making for high ground. She saw a familiar face, Alec, and ran to follow him to high ground. 

Her footsteps alerted him and he spun on her, an arrow poised to strike in his hand. She put her hands up quickly. “Easy, tiger,” she said with a smile. 

Alec rolled his eyes and shot the arrow, flying past her head to strike an Endarkened Shadowhunter in the chest. He’d had a knife raised, prepared to strike her from behind, but crashed to the ground instantly. 

She turned back to him and smiled. “Thanks for that.”

His eyes narrowed at her. “You’re welcome. Just watch your back.”

The two continued up the hill and onto the tombs. She observed the battlefield for a moment, crouching next to him for just a moment, looking for a place to break into the battle. She saw Sebastian better from here and wondered if she could run along the side of the army and get to him that way. “Cover me, would you?” she said. “I’m gonna get to Jace if I can—”

She dropped the seraph blades in her hands. The hood of a woman blew back, revealing brown, graying hair and a stony, blood covered expression. Even from this distance, she recognized the woman—her mother. Running towards Simon. 

She nor Alec could move fast enough. The multi-colored magic shooting from Magnus’s hands suddenly stopped as Amatis Herondale plunged a dagger into his chest. Magnus crashed to his knees, and Alec, mid-step and watching the scene unfold before him, fell off the tomb and rolled into the mess. Rowan fell next to Magnus as Amatis reared back, prepared to strike again. 

The world moved in slow motion. Against the Endarkened Shadowhunters, taken by surprise, Simon and Rowan had slim chances of defending themselves or keeping Magnus alive. She heard Alec, despite a red-cloaked man attacking him while he was still on the ground, call out to her. He only said her name, but she knew what he wanted. She had her opening to go after Sebastian, distract him or die trying until Simon got there, but he was pleading with her to save Magnus.  

Like she’d done with target practice a million times, she pulled the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The sound distracted several people over the sounds of battle, but she didn’t care—she watched the bullet fly through the air and strike her mother in the shoulder. It was the first time, with runed bullets, that the gun fired. It should have been a moment of pride, celebrating the years of work that went into this, but she watched Amatis fall face first into the ground. 

She took off like a bat out of hell, cutting through any Endarkened Shadowhunters that dared get in her way in the rush to Magnus. By the time she got there, Simon had run off, no doubt trying to get to Sebastian. That was the plan from the beginning. Rowan was trying to stop Magnus from bleeding out to little avail, and Amatis turned back to them for round two. 

“What has he done to you?” Andy called over the clanging of swords and cries of the injured. 

“He has made me tougher,” she said, breath heaving as she clutched her arm. “Faster. Better. Join us, Andromeda. You can be stronger than you’d ever dreamed!”

Andy scoffed. “Join you?” she asked. “You know I've never been one to follow orders, Mom.”

She sneered. “You will die tonight.” She rushed towards her, not before Andy could pull the gun again and fire one, two, three bullets at her, walking closer as she did so. All missed, save for the last one, that hit her shoulder and knocked her off balance. It startled her enough for Andy to pull her staff out, narrowly blocking an attack from her mother’s sword swinging for her head. She grunted and dug her feet into the ground, using the training her mother had personally taught her. Amatis attacked again and again, blade flurrying by, leaving Andy barely enough time to defend herself, let alone attack her too. 

“You can fight this!” she insisted, pushing back against her, pleading with her mother. She aimed to hit the bullet wound on her arm, hoping the pain would cripple her without injuring her further. She made solid contact but it didn’t stop her; it was like she didn’t feel pain. “Mom, you’re one of the strongest women I know! Don’t do this!”

Amatis paused, and for a moment, she thought she broke through to her. She saw a flash of the real Amatis, the one who may have struggled to show her affection, but she was still her mother. She wouldn’t hurt her like this. When she looked up, her bloody sword glistening in the moonlight, she wore the same cruel smile as the man Andy killed minutes before. “You are no daughter of mine,” she said, and sprung at her. Andy cried out, feeling the blade slice her knuckles and back of her hand as she put the staff up to block her attack. 

Amatis cackled, and a sinking feeling appeared in Andy’s chest. No longer was she confident, enjoying the adrenaline rush of battle, swinging swords against the ‘bad guys’. She now wondered if she would survive the night. 

[occasionally-good-authoring]

surviving and living, a thin line

@indigothemuse, because i finally remembered i have a taglist (you). is max lightwood technically dead? yes. will i listen to canon? fucking never

summary: Surviving is all Jace needs. All anyone ever said he needs. But life creeps in, who is he to stop it?

Surviving. It’s what Shadowhunters do, what they learn to do as children and are expected to do until they don’t. Survive, survive, survive. 

But nobody ever says anything about living. Or Jace just didn’t hear anything if they did. So he learns his runes, his weapons, the languages, the democracy, the strategy. Survive, survive, survive. That’s all he ever hears. 

Life was an afterthought, something he didn’t really need. What needed was to survive, and one doesn’t need to live to survive. So he didn’t. He survived in broken bones, bleeding knuckles, chipped teeth, healing runes. Survive, survive, survive. That’s all he ever does. 

Nightmares wake him up stifling screams, dry heaving, heart pounding, fingernails digging in. He dealt with it, living off caffeine and desperation at the age of ten. Maryse and Robert never wonder who’s drinking the cups missing from the pot. Getting better is living, and that’s not what Jace has to do, and Jace only has to survive. Survive, survive, survive.

He becomes parabatai with Alec, the rune heavy on the inside of his wrist. It’s about survival. A parabatai is a promise of safety in the field, it’s a vow of your back being watched and an extension of yourself in another. It’s survival. It’s a battle. It’s war. Survive, survive, survive.

Max is there, following Jace. He wants to learn, but not to survive. Because he wants to live. Jace doesn’t understand, yet finds himself teaching Max anyway, giving Max the toy soldier, the only thing left from his father. It’s about survival, he tells himself, when Max is old he will be another watching my back. Survive, survive, survive. That’s what he tells himself.

Izzy teaches him how to dress, how to do makeup, how to dye hair. He tells himself it’s survival, if he needs to hide he can, change his appearance in a moment. But Izzy laughs and maybe he smiles, and maybe it’s for real. No, it’s gaining her trust. It’s survival, another pair of eyes who are trained on his back. Survive, survive, survive.

Clary and Simon come along. Clary’s angry, Simon’s a wonder. They’re both laughing and neither of them are of any use to him. But then Clary can make runes and she brings Simon along. It’s about survival, not the growth in his heart when Clary smiles or Simon laughs. Survive, survive, survive.

His father’s alive, really alive and really not Michael Wayland. Valentine. Valentine Morgenstern, Jace Morgenstern, Clary Morgenstern. One survives, two live. Jace tries to escape, tries to kill Valentine. It’s about survival, he tells himself. With Valentine alive, he’ll never survive. But the bile rising in his throat when the man smiles isn’t about survival. He swallows it down. Survive, survive, survive. That’s all this is about. 

There’s something odd about Simon. In the way he smiles, laughs, talks, moves, dances, sings, yells, screams, cries. In the way he wakes up screaming, crying, checking for a pulse he can’t feel. There’s a fire behind all of it, a fire that’s not just survival. It’s living. Survive, survive, survive. That’s what Jace wants to do, right?

Magnus drags him out of the gym, a quick healing spell on the knuckles he has never wrapped. There’s not mention of Alec, who always tries to get Jace out. He gets Jace a new wardrobe, makeup of his own, a dye job so good it looks real. The pink looks odd, leaving a flutter in Jace’s heart, tears stuck in his throat, a hug on his arms, dancing in his fingers. He doesn’t. That’s not survival, so Jace pushes it down but he knows Magnus saw that smile. Survive, survive, survive. Is that all he’s doing?

Maia and Simon drag him to Simon’s apartment, putting on a movie they call a slasher, telling him he hasn’t seen a movie until he’s watched a two star horror movie. They laugh and talk the whole time. Jace lets a small laugh out, and maybe his fingers dance a bit. Maia and Simon don’t just survive, not like him. Survive, survive, survive. Maybe he wants more.

Alec and Izzy are there at his next nightmare, where he let himself scream when he woke. They hold him, rub where his fingernails dug in, putting on Batman band-aids Clary bought for Max. He cries into Alec’s shoulder, holds Izzy’s hand, doesn’t talk about the things he saw, and they don’t need him to. Max joins, silent as he joins in, tapping out I-T-S O-K-A-Y in the morse code Jace taught him. This isn’t survival, but Jace does it anyway. And maybe he does it over and over again. Survive, survive, live.

He sits down with Simon, teaching him piano with all the gentle touch and words he didn’t get. Simon messes up, Jace puts his fingers on the right keys, the ache of a snap fading in his own. Simon sees the tears gathering on his brass eyelashes, he waits, cries along with Jace when he talks about what happened in that Manor for the first time. Survive, survive, live.

Game night at Magnus’. The first one Jace goes to. They welcome him with cheers and smiles, act like he’s always come. No touches are given, and maybe for the first time in a long time he would accept them without a flinch first. When Raphael wins Monopoly, he gives Jace a smile and there’s that flutter in his heart that means not-just-survival. Survive, live, live.

Alec, Izzy, and Max listen as Jace talks. Voice cracking, tears falling, fingernails kept from digger by Lightwood hands, body aching with bruises long gone. They apologize for things done by a man so hardly a man. They promise safety. They say wipe away tears and hold him once they make sure it’s allowed. Survive, live, live.

Tessa and Jem tell him stories about Will, hearts aching with bittersweet love lost. Jace feels family grow. Aunt Tess, Uncle Jem. Not blood, but water is better anyway. To hell with the thick red running in his veins, Aunt Tess, Uncle Jem, little Mina, cousin Kit, whose more brother than cousin. Only Kit is blood, but no better than any of the rest. Survive, live, live.

Simon and Maia laugh over a Player’s Handbook he doesn’t really understand. Green dice, numbered in gold are rolled. A sheet of paper is filled, and they help him all the way through creating a character. They teach him the rules, show him what to do. He feels warmth grow up from his stomach when they listen to him talk about the weapons in their game, explain how they work, where they’re from. When his fingers dance, Simon and Maia smiles and Jace realizes his finger dance is Simon’s rock, Maia’s hand flap. Survive, live, live. 

Alec, Izzy, and Max laugh with Jace over too much food ordered at Taki’s. Jace smiles, laughs, talks, fingers dancing when they listen to him talk about Shakespeare. He explains the tragedy of Hamlet, and the jokes they speak are never about him. Max sees his fingers dance and tells Jace how he likes to bounce. Alec and Izzy smiles and know, never mock or try to stop. This isn’t survival, and it’s better than just that. Live, live, live.

Maia and Simon ask him to a movie at Simon’s apartment. Food is tossed into mouths, Jace’s fingers dance, Simon rocks on the balls of his feet, Maia’s hands flap. Maia lays her head on Simon’s lap, asks to put her feet in Jace’s. A yes is said, and he means it. Hesitation when kisses are asked next, they don’t. Simon and Maia don’t ask again. The next week another movie, Simon curled against Maia, hand entwined with Jace. Kisses are asked for, and this time Jace knows he wants it. They make sure, he is. Live, live, live. 

Magnus takes him shopping again, Aunt Tess and Uncle Jem come to. Jem tells him about violin, offers Jace lessons when interest is shown. Magnus knows a place, just like he always does. Aunt Tess shows him her favorite books, Jace shows her his. Magnus buys them, shaking off offers to pay him back with laughs and it’s no problem. Live, live, live. 

Shadowhunters are taught to survive, nobody talks about living. But Jace won’t just survive anymore. He’ll live. He’ll heal, even if the nightmares don’t go away, even if unwelcome touch still causes a flinch. Live, live, live. A lesson he had to learn, but a welcome one. 

Live, live, live. What is survival without the life behind it? Live, live, live. That is what Jace will do.

[unicup-blog]

Obviously the correct answer is that- being Consul- Alec is the one /officiating/ the wedding.

What I love about the suggenes is that it can literally be anyone: a parent, sibling, parabatai, friend, whoever you want.

Since Alec’s first act as Consul was to make Shadowhunter/Downworlder weddings fully legal, i think is second act would be to make it legal for Downworlders to be a Shadowhunters suggenes.

With that said! I thought long and hard about who the suggenes would be at the clace/sizzy double wedding, and my thoughts are as follows:

Clary: Jocelyn. Jocelyn was super protective of Clary her entire life, and the number one critic of Clary’s decision to join the shadowhunters as well as her relationship with Jace. Choosing Jocelyn would be a really significant way to show the evolution of their mother/daughter relationship, relationship to the shadow world, and Jocelyn’s approval of Jace as someone who loves and protects Clary just as much as she does.

Jace: Maryse. If Jace can’t pick his parabatai or his sister, he’s picking the only parent he has left. Nuff said. (But if he didn’t pick Maryse, i think he’d go with Luke. Luke became a supportive father-figure to Jace over the years and they have the parallels of their forbidden love for Fairchild women that ended up working out. I also love the symmetry of having a married couple supporting newlyweds as their suggenes.)

Simon: Luke! Simon lost his dad at a young age and Luke stepped in to fill that role just as much for Simon as he did for Clary and eventually Jace. He was also Simon’s Downworld mentor after getting Turned. (However, if Jace were to pick Luke over Maryse, i think Maia would be Simon’s next choice since she’s his oldest Downworlder friend.)

Izzy: Magnus. I also thought about Maryse for Izzy, being her last remaining parent (bc wouldn’t it be fitting for Maryse to be suggenes while her kid marries a former Downworlder across from another Downworlder suggenes (esp if Simon chose Luke)?), but i do think Magnus is a better fit. (I do have some thoughts on why it /wouldn’t/ be Maryse, but that’s another post). If Izzy can’t use either of her brothers or her best friend (Clary), I genuinely think she would choose her brother-in-law. She was the biggest supporter of Alec and Magnus’s relationship, and now Magnus gets to support her and Simon! And as another one of Simon’s friends/mentors, i think Magnus would be honored to be part of his wedding to Izzy. As we all know, there’s nothing Magnus wouldn’t do for this crazy, wonderful family.

I do think if clace and sizzy got married separately, Alec would be the obvious choice to be his siblings’ suggenes. But for a double wedding, he would never pick between the two. Plus, as the officiant, he would get to watch the smiling faces of so many people he loves all at once, and see the effects of the Downworlder-Shadowhunter Alliance :)

the possibility of clace & sizzy having a double wedding is so funny to me because how would that even work. like you all need suggenes and you do not have that many close friends 😭 it can't all be Alec

[starrieshq]

I RANKED ALL CANNON SHIPS FROM THE SHADOWHUNTER CHRONICLES

do not come after me this is just my opinion:) if I missed any ships please comment!

#1: Kitty (Kit x Ty)

#2: Thomastair (Thomas x Alastair)

#3: Malec (Alec x Magnus)

#4: Sizzy (Simon x Isabelle)

#5: Jordelia/Heronstairs (Cordelia x James)

#6: Kierarktina (Kieran x Mark x Christina)

#7: Sophideon (Sophie x Gideon)

#08: Morgenthorn (Dru x Ash)

#9: Clace (Clary x Jace)

#10: Gracetopher (Grace x Christopher)

#11: Jemma (Emma x Julian)

#12: Jessa (Tessa x Jem)

#13: Wessa (Tessa x Will)

#14: Haline (Aline x Helen)

#15: Arianna (Anna x Ariadne)

#16: Fairwell (Charlotte x Henry)

#17: Fairstairs (Matthew x Cordelia)

#18: Luke x Jocelyn

#19: Saia (Simon x Maia)

#20: Cabriel/Heronwood (Cecily x Gabriel)

#21: Blackdale (Jesse x Lucie)

#22: Grace x James

#23: Chalastair (Charles x Alastair)

#24: Nessamie/Lovegray (Jessamie x Nate)

#25: Banecourt (Magnus x Camille)

#26: Zara x Diego

[spiritualowl9]

Introduction Post

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Hi, my name is Olivia but you can call me Liv, Ollie, Olive or Via. I'm fine with any of these. I'm an INFJ. I am an October baby <3 (October 13th to be exact)

I'm a genderfluid(They/He/She) lesbian.

My favorite things are horror movies (I grew up with them), writing/reading, WWE, listening to music, Broadway musicals, and my friends :]

My hobbies are drawing, writing (occasionally fan fiction but mostly my own stuff), (these are the ones I can think of rn)

I enjoy listening to almost every genre of music(except country music, and I mostly listen to indie rock or alternative indie), Lana Del Rey is mother and a goddess <3 (I could just say what music artists I listen to but it's a lot so I'm not going to)

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Some of my favorite ships from different fandoms (Sorry there's only three🤦🏼‍♂️) :

WWE: Rhea Ripley x Liv Morgan, Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio, Rhea Ripley x Damian Priest, Dominik Mysterio x Damian Priest, Damian Priest x Finn Balor, poly!Judgement Day, Becky Lynch x Rhea Ripley, The Undertaker x Shawn Michaels, Shawn Michaels x Triple H, Shawn Michaels x Triple H x The Undertaker

Shadowhunters: Alec x Magnus, Izzy x Simon, Izzy x Clary, Izzy x Maia, Clary x Maia, Jace x Simon, Jace x Meliorn, Jace x Simon x Raphael, Simon x Raphael, Simon x Jace x Raphael x Meliorn, Izzy x Lydia, Lydia x Clary

The Flash (CW): Barry Allen x Cisco Ramon, Cisco Ramon x Caitlin Snow, Leonard Snart x Cisco Ramon, Leonard x Barry Allen, Leonard Smart x Iris West, Caitlin Snow x Iris West, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells x Joe West, Cecile Horton x Joe West (If I'm missing any I'll edit this)

[6ofbastards]

the mortal instruments really is the best fandom for non-canon rarepairs. they are all so good!!!

don't get me wrong, i love clace, malec and sizzy, but the possibilities are ENDLESS!

Simon x Raphael

Clary x Izzy

Jace x Simon

Magnus x Alec x Jace

Magnus x Alec x Raphael

Maia x Lily

i love them all, please give me all the fanfic!

[canonrpfinder]

i’m 19 (she/her) and I’m looking for a “shadowhunters” (tv) rp <33 i’d love to rp malec (magnus x alec),saia (simon x maia),jimon (jace x simon) and my rarepair jonastian (jonathan x sebastian)

i’m also willing to rp another ship not listed!!

i would love some fluff and maybe angst going on,but we can discuss that as we contact each other!! oh and I would prefer if it would stay smut-free

i am semi-lit and only rp on discord,pls be 18+ (preferably around 18-25) ,like this and I’ll reach out!!

✒

[moonlightperseus]

you: clary/jace/simon

me, an intellectual: maia/jace/simon

[readwithlivvy]

the tmi couples as evermore songs:

clace- champagne problems

sizzy- gold rush

malec- willow

luke/jocelyn- ivy

haline- cowboy like me

maia/jordan- closure

[magnusthefish]

Alec: Do you value your friends? You should

Alec: Isabelle: six dollars

Alec: Simon: two dollars

Alec: Jace: negative seven dollars

Alec: Maia: four dollars

Alec: Clary: five dollars

Magnus: Actually, all of my friends are priceless

Alec: Yeah, well mine are worth ten dollars collectively

[x-ceirios-x]

City of Lost Souls, Chapter 21: Raising Hell

please see the masterlist for notes about this series/collection of works

"Can you see her?" Jocelyn demanded. "Is she there?"

Simon tried to focus on the milling darkness ahead of him, his vampire senses sharpening at the distinct scent of blood. Different kinds of blood, mixing together—Shadowhunter blood, demon blood, and the bitterness of Sebastian's blood. "I see her," he said. "Jace has hold of her. He's pulling her behind that line of Shadowhunters there."

"If they're loyal to Jonathan like the Circle was to Valentine, they'll make a wall of bodies to protect him, and Clary and Jace along with him." Jocelyn was all cold maternal fury, her green eyes burning. "We're going to have to break through it to get to them."

“We need to get to Sebastian,” said Rowan. “Simon, we’ll make you a path. You get to Sebastian and run him through with that sword. Once he dies—”

"The others will probably scatter," said Magnus. "Or, depending on how tied they are to Sebastian, they might die and collapse along with him. We can hope, at least." He craned his head back. "Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend." He beamed and wiggled his fingers; blue sparks shot from them. He shone all over. Only Magnus, Simon thought resignedly, would have access to sequined battle armor. 

Rowan pulled their chakram off of their belt and turned toward Simon, white-knuckled fists on both of them. They were anxious, as much as they were trying to hide it. “Are you ready?”

Simon's shoulders tightened. They were still some distance from the line of the opposing army— he didn't know how else to think of them—who were holding their line in their red robes and gear, their hands bristling with weapons. Some of them were exclaiming out loud in confusion. He couldn't hold back a grin.

“Hell, Simon,” Rowan said exasperatedly. “What are you smiling about?”

"Their seraph blades don't work anymore," said Simon. "They’re trying to figure out why. Sebastian just shouted at them to use other weapons." A cry came up from the line as another arrow swooped down from the tomb and buried itself in the back of a burly red-robed Shadowhunter, who collapsed forward. The line jerked and opened slightly, like a fracture in a wall. Simon, seeing his chance, dashed forward, and the others rushed with him.

It was like diving into a black ocean at night, an ocean, filled with sharks and viciously toothed sea creatures colliding against one another. It was not the first battle Simon had ever been in, but during the Mortal War he had been newly Marked with the Mark of Cain. It hadn't quite begun working yet, though many demons had reeled back upon seeing it. He had never thought he would miss it, but he missed it now, as he tried to shove forward through the tightly packed Shadowhunters, who hacked at him with blades. Rowan was on one side of him, Magnus on the other, protecting him—protecting Glorious. Rowan’s silver knives flew through the air and shone in the moonlight, and Magnus's hands spat fire, red and green and blue. Lashes of colored fire struck the dark Nephilim, burning them where they stood. Other Shadowhunters screamed as Luke's wolves slunk among them, nipping and biting, leaping for their throats.

A dagger shot out with astonishing speed and sliced at Simon's side. He cried out but kept going, knowing the wound would knit itself together in seconds. He pushed forward—and froze. A familiar face was before him. Luke's sister, Amatis. As her eyes settled on him, he saw the recognition in them. What was she doing here? Had she come to fight alongside them? But—

She lunged at him, a darkly gleaming dagger in her hand. She was fast—but not so fast that his vampire reflexes couldn't have saved him, if he hadn't been too astonished to move. Amatis was Luke's sister; he knew her; and that moment of disbelief might have been the end of him if Magnus hadn't jumped in front of him, shoving him backward. Blue fire shot from Magnus's hand, but Amatis was faster than the warlock, too. She spun away from the blaze and under Magnus's arm, and Simon caught the flash of moonlight off the blade of her knife. Magnus's eyes widened in shock as her midnight-colored blade drove downward, slicing through his armor. She jerked it back, the blade now slick with reflective blood; Rowan screamed as Magnus collapsed to his knees. Simon tried to turn toward him, but the surge and pressure of the fighting crowd was carrying him away. He cried out Magnus's name as Amatis bent over the fallen warlock and raised the dagger a second time, aiming for his heart.

Amatis drove a knife toward Magnus’s heart—just as a loud boom sounded over the fighting. Something small, a bullet, Simon realized, flew through the air. He did live in Brooklyn, but he thought Shadowhunters didn't use guns. The bullet slammed into Amatis’s shoulder with such force that she spun halfway around and fell face-forward to the rocky ground. She was screaming, a noise quickly drowned out by the clash of weapons around them. Rowan knelt by Magnus’s side; Simon, glancing up, saw Andy on the stone tomb, standing frozen with a smoking gun in her hand, blond curls blowing in the wind. She looked like a character from a movie—blood staining her face and gear, staring her mother down without an ounce of sympathy.  Rowan had their hands against the warlock’s chest, but Magnus—Magnus, who was always so kinetic, so bursting with energy—was utterly still under their touch. They looked up and saw Simon staring at them; their hands were red with blood, but they shook their head at him violently. 

“Go!” they shouted. “Find Sebastian!”

With a wrench, Simon turned himself around and plunged back into the battle. 

[beclynn-herondale]

We need more TMI gang and Lily, Elliott, Maia, Bat interactions and chaotic stuff

[28onlythebrave]

i remember clearly when in city of glass clary thinks: “it was a short walk between the lightwood’s new house and amatis’; clary wished it were longer. she couldn’t shake the feeling that every moment she spent with jace was somehow precious and limited, that they were closing in on some half - invisible deadline that would separate them forever”. AND SHE WAS RIGHT, because the exact next day jace would’ve died and if she wouldn’t have brought him back then they would’ve been separated forever. it hurts so much more when you reread it knowing what happens next. that scene reminded me of when in city of ashes maia tells clary that simon is dead, and clary says it can’t possibly be true because she would have known but maia says “i thought that myself once, but you don’t know. you never know”. AND THIS PARALLEL KILLS ME.