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come home to me

rowan and jace's relationship has been complicated over the years, but once events from the dark war settle, they finally find comfort in their once strong friendship.

warnings: use of rowan's dead/given name for the first few sections before they came out, mild cursing, jace being stupid, mild transphobia, jace getting punched for the mild transphobia (just keep reading he didn't mean it), way-too-heavy use of parallelism (or whatever it's called--guilty as charged your honor)

Ten.

Jace didn’t like being here. The New York Institute was cold and lifeless, in a city that felt the same. Everything was always moving in the city, but nothing felt alive. Not like it was when he was in the country. There, he played in the grass, climbed trees, and went out hunting with his father once in a while.

His father.

He didn’t think he’d ever get used to life without him. He remembered the stairs, the creaking footsteps, clamping his hand tight over his mouth in fear that the men would find him, too. He couldn’t save his father, so why did he feel so guilty about it?

He followed along as Mrs. Lightwood showed him the main rooms. The kitchen, training room, weapons room, and now they were heading towards the library, looking for a man named Hodge. He was the tutor for the kids there and he assumed he’d start his classes with them soon.

Mrs. Lightwood was a nice woman. He thought she was pretty. And nice. He didn’t have much patience to be nice right now, though he tried to be polite. His father always taught him to be polite, if anything. She carried a toddler on her hip—his name was Max. He had big, blue eyes that stared at everything around him. Once in a while, he’d look at Jace as he walked behind the two of them and giggle. Jace would wave to make him happy.

She opened the doors to the library and walked in. It wasn’t the library in Alicante, but it was impressive. He liked to read—it kept his mind busy. Maybe he’d stop in here after dinner.

“This is the library,” she said, gesturing to the books that lined the walls, floor to ceiling. “Most of your lessons will be in here, with Hodge, as I said. You don’t have to worry about starting those right away, though.”

He nodded along silently, as he had the whole time. He wanted to curl up in the corner with a good book. He really wanted to go home.

“Where is—oh! Alice. Come say hello.”

He peered over the railing. Closest to them, sitting at the table was a little blob of black. They looked up, and he noticed the blob was actually a girl with choppy black hair and a black hoodie.

They waved silently and returned to their book. Mrs. Lightwood sighed. “She’s…quiet. Forgive her.”

He could tell she was about to say something else when her husband walked in behind her. He briefly greeted Max, then whispered something in her ear. She all but rolled her eyes (which made Jace scoff—for such a proper lady, he didn’t expect her to roll her eyes) and handed Max off to Mr. Lightwood. “We have to go take care of some Clave business, but make yourself comfortable,” she said, kneeling down next to him. “All the books are yours to read. You’re welcome to explore more if you wish.”

He nodded. She gave him an awkward, encouraging smile and walked off, heels clicking on the polished wood floor. Her husband followed quickly after her, Max babbling about something as they walked off.

Jace walked down the stairs, taking in the atmosphere. It was a beautiful library, with probably thousands of books he could dig into. He was interested in the girl at the table, though. He was always told as a kid that he seemed to talk to the people that wanted to talk to him the least.

He sat down across from them and leaned down, turning his head to the side so he was almost laying on the table. He inched forward as far as he could, trying to see under the curtain of hair hiding them from him.

“What are you doing?” they asked.

He smirked and sat up. “So you do talk!”

“Who said I didn’t?”

“You don’t talk to Mrs. Lightwood.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Why?”

“Leave me alone.”

He watched as they turned back to their book. He sighed and decided to try again. He’d never been around kids his age—Alec, the Lightwood’s son, was probably the first one he’d met. He didn’t know how to act, talk, or what to do.

“What are you reading?”

“Wilde.”

“Doesn’t he write poetry?”

“Yeah.”

Jace scrunched up his nose. “I don't like poetry.”

They glanced up at him through the curtain, glared, and returned to the book.

He frowned. “Why are you ignoring me?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re snotty.”

“I am not, you’re just annoying.”

He frowned again, though now he was determined to figure out what this kids deal was. Usually, people were nice to him. Especially lately, even if he hated the pity he got. The sad looks for an orphan boy who got sent halfway across the world because he had no family.

He stared for a while. They had short nails, like they bit them frequently—he bet that hurt. Their hands were thin and frail, but they had a gold ring on their thumb that seemed to delicate and pretty to be their style. They seemed like more of the “rough and tumble” type.

“What’s the ring for?”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“I will if you tell me.”

They ran their hand through their hair and glared at him again. Maybe that was their favorite hobby. Glaring at people. “My mom gave it to me,” they said after a long moment, voice half muffled behind their hoodie sleeve.

“Where’s she?”

“She’s dead.”

“Where’s your dad?”

“Gone. Who knows where.”

“Oh.” He paused for a moment. “Well, we’ve got something in common. My parents are both dead.”

They nodded. “So you’re the boy coming to stay for a while?”

“Seems that way.”

He stuck his hand out, across the table. The Wayland ring glimmered on his hand in the light coming from the window. “Jace Wayland. Nice to meet you, Alice.”

Their nose scrunched and they shook their head. “Call me Ace.” He was expecting to be ignored, but they took his hand and shook it. “Ace Ashfair.”

“Nice to meet you, then, Ace.”

They let go after a moment and returned back to their book. While reading, they said, “you know, poetry actually is a great style of writing.”

“It’s so boring!”

“You’re boring.”

He laughed. For the first time since his father’s death, he laughed. It wasn't hard, but they made him laugh. He swore he saw a flicker of a smile behind the curtain of messy black hair, too. That made him smile more.

Eleven.

“Hodge is gonna kill us!”

“Not if he doesn’t find out!”

Jace whisper-yelled back and forth with Ace as they flipped through the things in his desk in the library. They were looking for the treats he fed Hugo, wanting to scatter them around the Institue to confuse the bird and make Hodge frustrated the next day. They were up way too late and snuck too many cupcakes for his birthday tomorrow, and chaos was the result. Sneaking around the institute wasn’t easy, but he finally got ahold of the bag and silently cheered.

That was, until, they heard a loud ‘caw!’ behind them.

They whipped around to see Hugo on the perch behind the desk, then whipped around again when the lights flipped on. At the top of the stairs stood Hodge, still in his pajamas, looking through thin eyes at them. “Not if I don’t find out what?”

Jace dropped the treat bag and stared at Ace for a moment, they back at Hugo.

“Take the left,” they muttered. “We can outrun him. He’s half asleep.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Or genius. Meet you in my room?”

“Take the long way.”

“You take the long way.”

“You take the long way–”

By this point, Hodge was already down the stairs and walking straight towards them. They locked eyes for a moment and he nodded. With a silent agreement, they both dashed out of the room, one up each side of the stairs. Hodge tried to chase them for about three feet, but decided it wasn’t worth it.

They giggled as they ran up the stairs and got to Ace’s room, closing the door behind them. They both slid down the door in relief, laughing at their antics and feeling the adrenaline come down.

“He almost caught us!”

“I know–did you see the look on his face?”

“He’s going to be so mad at us tomorrow.”

“Alec will get us out of trouble.”

“Alec’s lame. And a kiss up.”

Ace rolled their eyes, taking a breath. “He’s only like that when Maryse is home,” they said softly, turning slightly toward him. “When she goes on business and it’s just Robert, he would have been in the library with us. He just doesn’t want to get in trouble with his mom.”

He nodded slowly. “That makes sense. Remind me of that when she leaves next time.”

They smirked and started to get up, extending their hand for his. “Noted.”

He took the help up and stood. They were barely an inch taller than him and took every chance they could to rub it in his face—it was annoying to no end and he wanted to hit a growth spurt soon. Even Isabelle was taller than him!

Ace sat on the bed, shedding their too-big hoodie (that he was pretty sure was Alec’s) and tossing it on the floor. “Wanna just stay here? I like talking to you.”

He nodded. Usually, they got yelled at for sleepovers. ‘You can’t get proper sleep for training the next day if you’re up all night talking with your friends’ or ‘You two are always up to no good when you spend too much time together’. He knew they were getting older and it was weird, but he’d never thought about Ace like that. They were just…friends. He didn’t want to think about girls, anyway. That was gross. The only girls he had to worry about were Maryse being home to cook because Isabelle started trying lately, and it never went well.

He jumped on the bed and buried himself under the blankets. They lay a short distance away, copying his actions.

“We’re so in major trouble tomorrow,” they said, a soft smile on their face.

“Worth it.”

“Totally.”

Twelve.

Jace listened to the door a few down from him slam and he sighed. Lately, Ace had been pushing back against a lot of Maryse's rules and it quickly turned into fights. He was much more likely to just break the rules when she wasn’t looking, but they got caught a lot faster than he did.

He put his book down and stood up, deciding it would be a good idea to check on them and keep them from punching something that wasn’t a punching bag.

After a short walk, he stopped at their door—he could hear quietly sniffling and cursing on the other side and he knocked quietly.

“Go away!” they yelled through tears, voice cracking as they managed the words.

He turned the knob and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Not Maryse,” he said, trying to make a joke to lighten the mood. It clearly didn't work because he got a pillow thrown in his face. He caught it with a sigh and dropped it next to him.

They sat on the floor next to their bed, knees curled up to their chest. He watched as they furiously tried to wipe away the tears in their eyes but he knew it wouldn’t help anything.

Silently, he sat next to them. He’d never been good at comforting people—not that he grew up with anyone to try it—but he thought he could try. He didn’t like seeing them upset, especially not like this.

After a long moment, he watched the rigidness disappear from their shoulders and their breath calm. They wiped their eyes again and looked at him. “Why are you here?”

He shrugged “I wanted to check on you.”

They stared at him for a moment then sighed. “I don’t want to deal with all this anymore.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Nothing to talk about. I just feel like no matter what I do, it’s not right or it's not enough. Jensen’s mad at me because I forgot to get him a birthday present, I’m struggling with this botanical stuff in lessons that I couldn’t care less about, and Maryse is trying to be my mom again. I’m tired of it.”

He nodded along as they spoke and wrapped his arm around their shoulders. It was the closest thing to a hug he knew how to do. “I don’t think…I dunno. I like you like you are.”

They tensed for a second, then relaxed and slowly laid their head on his shoulder. “You seem to be the only one.”

“Nah, Alec likes you.”

“Fine. You and Alec. That’s it, though.”

Jace nodded again. He didn’t think that was true, either, but he knew better than to push them when they were upset. It didn’t end well. He leaned his head against theirs. “You’ll figure it out,” he said softly. “You always do. I’ll be around if you need it.”

They let out a breath he assumed they’d been holding in—they looked like there had been a weight lifted off their shoulders. “I will,” they said, more for themselves than him. “Thanks.”

Thirteen.

“It’s after midnight and we have to train with Hodge tomorrow morning, where are we going?”

“You’ll just have to see!”

Jace laughed softly as walked down the hallway of the Institute, hand in his friends as they made their way to the piano room. It was basically a bedroom without the bedroom stuff in it, with a grand piano and a dead flower on top. He’d always played piano, sure, but he knew he’d never showed them. Because of it? He made a point to learn something specifically for them and play it. He actually did pay attention when they spoke, and liked to listen to them talk about the music they listened to.

He closed the door that led into the piano room and kicked the towel under it, muffling it for the rest of the Institute so they didn’t wake anyone. Ace stared at him quizzically until he took their hand again and led them to sit down with him.

“I don’t play.”

“I do.”

“Well, I know, but don’t expect me to play with you.”

He shook his head with a smile, opening the lid of the keys. Slowly, he began to play—it was repetitive and easy, much less complicated than the classical music he was trained on, but he couldn't help but smile when he saw their eyes light up. After a long moment, they hummed along, though he’d never mention that he heard them.

He played the whole song, eyes focused on the keys. He couldn’t mess this up for them. The final chord rang out and he turned, only to notice them staring at him.

“Do I have something on my face?” he asked, half teasing.

They laughed and shook their head. “No, no…you…you’re amazing, Jace Wayland. That’s all.”

He smirked. “Can I get that in writing for the next time you’re mad at me?”

They stood up and punched his arm. “I take it back. I hate your guts and I’m going to kick your ass tomorrow.”

“In your dreams.”

“Oh yeah?”

He stared them down for a second, then they both broke out laughing. He kicked the towel away from the bottom of the door and walked with them back down the hallway, dropping them off at their bedroom.

“I learned that for you,” he said once they stopped walking. He spoke quietly to not wake anyone, especially Jensen next door. “Did you like it?”

They nodded at him. “It’s sweet. Thank you.”

He swore he thought he heard them say something else once they turned around, but it could have been nothing all the same. He let it go and, when they closed the door behind them, he returned to his room. Sleep wouldn’t come once he laid down, though—he was restless, staring at his ceiling and wondering just why he couldn’t sleep. All his thoughts raced, but they all led back to one place.

Ace.

He thought about how panicked he was a few weeks ago when they ran away and he found them on the rooftop of some coffee place nearby. Maryse was an anxious wreck, as were Alec and Izzy, but he felt a different kind of panic he hadn’t felt before. He didn’t know what the feeling was. And he remembered how relieved he was when he finally found them, and the rage he felt when he found out Aric wanted to take them away. New York was their home—his home—now. They couldn’t go. He promised he wouldn’t let them go if they wanted to stay and fully intended to keep that promise. He never wanted to feel so powerless that he couldn’t help someone again, especially if it was them.

Fourteen.

Jace took a deep breath, trying not to sound angry right off the bat. He walked into the kitchen and noticed that Isabelle and Ace were talking about something, but the second they looked up and saw him, they gathered their things and started heading out the door. They brushed past him and he stared at Isabelle for a second, entirely confused, and turned back to them. They’d been avoiding him for almost a week now and it was getting ridiculous. He had no idea what he did wrong, but he heard they were doing the same with Alec.

“Ace—Ace, wait up!” he said, jogging to catch up to them. They kept walking as he spoke. “What’s going on with you lately?”

They shook their head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Like I’m going to believe that,” he said sarcastically. They picked up speed and he sighed, stopping where he was. “Why won’t you talk to me?” he called after them, throwing his hands in the air in frustration. He cursed under his breath as they walked away, letting out a few words that Maryse would have lectured him about if she heard.

He was tired of this—he hated not being around them lately. He hated to admit it, but he finally figured out he had some feelings for them, and getting the cold shoulder made him feel like he was crazy for thinking that would ever happen. That they might feel the same way. He couldn't stand it and decided he was going to find out what the hell was going on. Now. He was tired of being ignored.

He chased after them, grabbing their wrist and dragging them off to the closer of their two bedrooms. They yelled at him and tried to pull out of his grip, but he was too stubborn for this. He led them in and closed the door behind the both of them, staring at them expectantly from the doorway.

“What the hell is going on with you?” he asked, trying to keep his tone steady, but he was upset about all this. It was hard to stay completely calm.

“I already told you—”

“And I told you you’re full of it!” he said, leaning back against the doorway.

They sat on the corner of the bed and crossed their arms angrily. “I don’t want to bother you with it,” they said, just barely loud enough for him to hear them.

His eyes widened slightly and he scoffed, almost laughing. “You tell me everything. Since when do you not want to tell me something?”

Ace stood again and began pacing around his bedroom. “Because, Jace! Because you had your stupid parabatai ceremony and I realized that you and Alec have each other, and Alec and Izzy have each other, and I’m just alone, okay? Because you two are literally bonded together now by your freaking souls and you two are going to go off and be amazing shadowhunters together and I’m stuck alone again!”

He slapped his hand against his forehead. “That’s seriously what this is about?” he asked, almost not believing that is what they’d been so upset about.

“Don’t say that like it’s not a big deal. You two are always going to have each other, and I feel like I should save myself the heartache of watching you two do something together that I could never imagine for myself,” they said, though he could tell that their voice was shaking as they ranted at him.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself so they weren’t screaming at each other and getting nowhere with the entire conversation. “Is this because you wanted to be parabatai with me or something?”

They huffed. “No! Not–alright, well, maybe Alec at one point. But—!”

“But not me?”

“No, not you!”

“Why not me?”

They buried their face in their hands, pausing their pacing a few feet away from him. They yelled wordlessly into their hands for a few seconds and ran their hands through their hair. “I–I can’t stand you sometimes, Wayland.”

“Why not me?” he asked, calmer and quieter this time. He wasn’t angry—now he just wanted to know what was eating at them so much that they couldn’t tell him. They told each other everything. Why was this suck a big deal?

“I can’t tell you!” they yelled at him, talking with their hands as they continued. That only happened when they were really upset, so maybe he’d really hit a nerve. “I hate hiding things from you, but I don’t know what to do with myself lately! It’s so stupid!”

He was prepared to push a little more, but he decided to listen first. And he was glad he was—he was about to make a very stupid decision that was going to make or break their conversation, maybe their entire relationship for the last four years.

Without another word, he walked over to Rowan. He pulled their hand away from tugging at their hair and kissed them. It was messy and awkward because it was both their first, but he didn’t know how else to get across to them that he knew how they felt in that moment and he felt the same way.

He held their hand to his chest, his other hand holding the side of their face as gently as he could. He’d never thought of Rowan as a fragile person, but he treated them like porcelain in the moment, not wanting to scare them away somehow. He felt their hand relax under his and it rested over his heart that felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

He could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he kissed them—he could taste their honey-flavored chapstick and the lemonade they had over lunch earlier and it was probably the sweetest thing he ever tasted.

They pulled away first, leaving him anxious and waiting for their reaction. They stared at him for a moment, blue eyes wide and tracing the features of his face. They were both waiting for the other one to react.

Instead of yelling at him, maybe hitting him, they started laughing. They leaned their forehead on his shoulder and laughed. He laughed lightly, wondering what exactly was so funny. At least they weren’t yelling at him anymore.

They sat up straighter and shook their head at him. “We’re both so stupid,” they said, biting back laughing at them. “Why does it take an argument for us to talk about how we’re really feeling?”

He smiled at them. “I have no idea. But I, ah… I don't know how to describe it. You just make me happier. I don't want you to think that Alec and I are going to start avoiding you all of a sudden because we’re parabatai. I care about you. So does he. I think in slightly different ways, though…”

They chuckled at his words. “I certainly hope so. I’d much rather be kissing you. No offense to Alec.”

He leaned in again and pressed a quick kiss to their lips. There was something so great about it—it felt like he got a little shock of electricity through him every time he did. He really did care about them and needed them to know that, even if it took another fight and more kissing to convince them of it.

Fifteen.

Shadowhunters don’t really “date”—he realized a while ago that he’d never seen any of the couples that came through on missions talk about going on a date and Maryse and Robert certainly didn’t. Maybe they were cursed to be effortlessly romantic because of their usually short lives and constant involvement in dangerous activities. Dating was tough, but he was glad to make it work.

So, he and Ace didn’t really “date”. They did make time to hang out together, one-on-one, though. Most of their time was spent in one another’s rooms or in the greenhouse, listening to music and reading. Sometimes they talked, but not always. He preferred to do something a little more exciting, but especially in the last few weeks, they seemed to not have a lot of energy so he didn’t mind spending the time together this way. He liked their music.

The song changed and they let out a sigh, putting their book away and turning to face him. They didn’t say anything, just laid their head on his arm and curled up.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing a bit of hair out of their face. “Something on your mind?”

“A little. It’s not a big deal, though.”

“If it’s bothering you, it is.”

They sighed again and it was quiet, save for the Green Day in the background. At least, he was pretty sure it was Green Day. He’d only started to recognize each band out of the seemingly millions they played on a regular basis.

“I gotta ask you a question,” they said after a while, turning so they stared at the ceiling. He could tell they were nervous so he put a hand over theirs as they spoke. “Do you ever feel…disconnected? I dunno if that’s a weird question or the best way to phrase it.”

He shrugged. “I mean, I zone out in Hodge’s lessons a lot. Like that?”

They shook their head. “Like…from what people expect you to be. Or what they think you are, I guess.”

“If this is another self-discouraging rant I can and will lay in you with my full weight until you admit that you’re a very strong and capable shadowhunter.”

They laughed at his antics, squeezing his hand. “Noted. But it’s not that, it’s like…” they sighed again, clearly frustrated with trying to explain the feeling. “It’s strange. The idea of being a ‘girl’ in a very…Isabelle way feels strange. That’s never been me. It never will be. But I don’t really feel like a guy either. I’m just…stuck in this weird place in the middle where I feel like no one gets it.”

He raised an eyebrow, a little confused but intrigued about the sudden topic. “How long have you felt like that?”

“My whole life, I guess. I remember my mom trying to put me in dresses and me throwing such a tantrum—by the Angel, it was so bad.” They chuckled lightly at the memory. “I never liked long hair, I never wanted to play dress-up or do my makeup or nails. I got nauseous at the idea of going to a party in Idris, but now I think I was more uncomfortable with the idea of wearing a dress. I had this god-awful bangs when I was seven that didn’t help.”

He smiled, trying to imagine them with long hair and bangs. It didn’t fit their personality at all, plus he’d always seen them with hair they cut themselves. Maryse begged them to grow it out enough for her to cut so it looked nice but they refused every time and cut it shorter every time she asked. There were several fights about that a few years back until she gave up asking.

“Is it weird?” they asked, turning their head towards him. “Is it…I dunno. That’s not something you’d, like…leave me over, right

He squeezed their hand and kissed the top of their head, holding them close for a moment. “Never. You’re you…I like you. Alright?” he asked, running his thumb over the back of their hand soothingly. “Don’t stress about that. I won’t lie—you didn’t catch me off guard here by any means.”

They frowned slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean you don’t look like a girl by any means.”

They reached around with their free hand, grabbed the pillow behind them and smacked him with it. “Hey! Hey—that’s a good thing! It’s a good thing, right?” he asked, words partially muffled as he was getting smothered by a pillow.

They tossed it aside after a moment and kissed the top of his nose. “It is, I just wanted a reason to beat you up.”

He rolled his eyes at them. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love me.”

“I do.”

He was quiet for a moment, enjoying the much less tense air. He could tell by looking at them that they were more relaxed than they’d been all week—it must have really been bothering them. “You have a different name you wanna use or something? I feel like Alice is too girly for you.”

They nodded. “Maybe that’s why I was so stubborn about the nickname for years. I was thinking about just going by my middle name.”

“What’s that again?”

“Rowan. Never found out why.”

He though for a moment. “Rowan Ashfair’s got a nice ring to it. I like it.”

“Me too.” They sat up a bit, leaning on their elbow to keep them up as they looked down at him. “Thanks for not…freaking out. I haven’t talked to anyone about this yet.”

He shook his head and leaned up to press a quick kiss to their lips. “Like I said. I don’t really care—you’re you and I knew what I was getting myself into when we started dating. There’s a lot more I have to worry about than you not really meshing with being a girl. You never have, so it’s not a big deal. We’re just talking about it now.”

They nodded and laid their head on his shoulder, slotting themselves into his side and half-hugging him. “I think I’ll talk to Alec. Probably Isabelle. Jensen can figure it out when he’s a little older.”

“You could tell Maryse and Robert.”

They made a face at the idea and shook their head. “What do I say? Yeah, actually I’m not a girl in this weird third thing that doesn’t have a name? Robert gets uncomfortable with me talking about Shakespeare being gay.”

He laughed. “Alright, understood. But you just could tell them you like your middle name. Don’t mention all that other stuff. They’d probably be okay with that.”

Rowan nodded. “I could. That might work. There’s another issue, too.” He hummed in response so they’d continue. “I don’t really like being referred to with all the ‘girl’ stuff. Even just she or her or stuff like that. It just feels weird. I have to remind myself that people are talking about me with that because it feels so strange.”

He shrugged again. “And you said he is weird too?”

“Yeah. That’s where I’m stuck. I can just suck it up, though, the name is enough.”

“I took enough English lessons with Hodge to know about his rants about the singular they. Why not piss him off a little in the same breath as being a little more comfortable.”

They thought for a moment. He could see the gears spinning in their head—obviously, it wasn’t something they hadn’t thought of before. After a moment, they nodded. “Yeah. Yeah! Actually, I think that would work. Would you…Will you help me tell Alec?”

He smiled softly and kissed their head again. “Of course. You tell me and I’ll be there, alright?”

“Alright. Thank you. Again.”

“You still sound tense. Hey—“ he gently turned their head to face him, running his thumb over their cheek. “I mean it. It’s not weird. You always have been and always will be you, okay? This doesn’t change anything for me.”

They nodded at his words and let out a breath they’d been holding. “Thank you, really.”

He just pulled them a little closer and buried his nose in their shoulder. “Quit thinking so loud or you’re going to wake me up from my nap.”

“Who said it’s nap time?”

“Me! I did a lot of thinking.”

“I thought I smelled smoke.”

“I will tickle you.”

“I will kick you where the sun don’t shine.”

He rolled his eyes and got comfortable, pulling the blankets over them both. Sure, they had training in an hour, but no one would complain about a quick power nap. He always slept better when he was with them and he knew they did too.

“Love you, Ro,” he muttered into their shoulder, voice muffled from the material of their hoodie. They didn’t reply, but he knew they heard him based on the slightly shaky breath they let out and the three light taps on his hand. It was their way of saying I love you without saying it out loud, and he knew it very well. They did it every time before he fell asleep next to them and before every mission they went on, always wanting to get the last one in.

Sixteen.

The front door slammed after the four entered into the Institute, a whirlwind of anger and resentment running through the hallways. Jace, Rowan, Isabelle, and Alec all walked past the foyer and into the weapons room as the argument continued.

“It was for the mission!” Jace continued, rolling his eyes. He was tired of getting yelled at for the same shit. “I was trying to get information!”

“Oh, but you had to pick the hottest girl there, right?”

“She was the first person I saw!”

“Bullshit, Jace, you could have talked to any other Seelie.”

Alec sighed next to him as he reracked his bow on the wall. His head snapped towards him and he asked, “you have your two cents to put in on this?”

He watched as he grit his teeth, trying to decide whether or not to get involved. Eventually, he did. “It looked like you were flirting, dude. Not cool in front of your partner.”

Jace threw his hands up in frustration. “I wasn’t flirting!” he insisted, despite the barely-restrained laughter he heard from Isabelle that he chose to ignore. “It’s not my fault you’re just jealous every time I talk to someone you think is hotter than you. Maybe you’re just insecure.”

Rowan stared at him for a long moment, eyes wide in surprise and then narrowed in anger. He was too upset to care. So what if he wanted to talk to other people—those girls flirted with him first, and he wasn’t turning them down but he wasn’t saying yes either.

“I am so done with this,” they said, voice calm for how they were just yelling at him a moment ago. “You don’t even see what you’re doing, do you?”

“All I’m doing is talking to girls on missions. Why is that such a big deal?”

“You’re pushing me away!” they said, slamming a dagger on the table in front of them. Their voice raised in pitch all of a sudden and he could see that they were fighting to not cry. He thought for a long time that it was something to admire—they were empathetic and showed their feelings to the people they trusted, but he just thought it was weakness now. They couldn’t hold it together when they were in a situation they didn’t like.

Rowan continued. “You can’t wrap your head around the fact that someone cares about you for a moment so the second you get bored, you move on! And I’m tired of being left alone for hours, or you going on missions you don’t even tell me about—I told you I wanted to be with you but you act like I’m some side piece you just get to you with when you feel like it! Like I don’t matter to you! And the second something comes along with nice tits you’re all over her!”

He scoffed. “Have you ever considered that maybe I want a girlfriend, not some freak of nature that can’t even decide if you’re a girl or not?”

Even Isabelle’s jaw dropped at that and she tried not to get involved in their arguments.

A tear fell from the corner of Rowan’s eye but their voice was steady. “Fine. Get a girlfriend. I’m done with you,” they said, turning on their heel and heading into the hallway.

“Yeah, run away!” he called after them, supporting his habit of needing the last word. He spoke quieter this time and turned back to the table. “You always do,” he muttered, running his hand through his hair.

Isabelle left soon after, either going to her room or to see if Rowan was okay. He didn’t even look up, just caught his breath and tried to calm down. Now, it was just him and Alec and he knew he was in for it.”

“I’m not fighting with you about this,” he said, looking up at him for a second. He didn’t have more than a second to process what was happening because Alec’s fist connected with his nose.

He stumbled back, clutching his face and feeling the blood start running from his nose. “What the hell, Alec?” he asked, fumbling for his stele in his jacket pocket.

“You’re such a dick, you know that?” he asked.

“You broke my nose!”

“Good! You just threw away the best thing that will ever happen to your sorry ass. I just hope the next girl to give you a shot isn’t so stupid to stay with you until you get bored.”

Alec left in a cloud of frustration, storming down the hallway. He tried to draw an iratze on his arm to fix the pain in his nose but could barely see to draw it. When you get hit in the face, your eyes water. He wasn’t crying.

He heard quiet footsteps come down the hallway and a small voice from the door way. “Do you want help?”

It was Jensen. By the Angel, he was in for it. Nothing like pissing off a younger brother—the last time he got into a fight with Isabelle, Max tried to punch him until Alec shoved him under his arm and carried him out of the room.

He took a deep breath and nodded, holding his arm and steel out for him. Gently, he took it and drew the iratze on his forearm. For being so young, everyone went to the kid for runes. Somehow, they didn’t hurt when he drew them—that burning sensation of drawing angelic runes on your skin was a dull itch for a few moments until he was done.

He felt Jensen stick a tissue in his hand and he used it to scream up the blood silently. When he could see again, he looked up to see Jensen still standing there. “What happened?” he asked. “I just heard a lot of yelling and then Alec yelled at you.”

Jace nodded. “It’s…it’s big kid stuff. I was just being stupid and got my shit rocked for it.”

“Shit rocked?”

“I got punched in the face. Don’t tell Maryse I taught you that.”

He giggled and nodded. “I promise. I hope your nose gets better.”

“Thanks, kid.”

He walked off after that and heard quiet chatter in the hallway—Max was probably right outside the door, too, and he was gonna get in trouble for teaching the eight year old to curse. Great, just another thing he was going to get yelled at for this week.

He didn’t know how to feel about everything with Rowan. Sure, it was a low blow, but he was trying to wrap his head around everything happening and didn’t think about what he was saying. In the span of 30 seconds he was single and the rest of the kids his age were mad at him.

Just great. Great way to start the summer.

Seventeen.

Jace walked into the dark library, a cup of coffee in each hand. He scanned the rows of books, the desks and long tables in the center of the room, and the windows that let in the slightest bit of light from the city, though it was a little quieter in their part of town. He didn’t spend as much time in here as he used to, preferring to take books with him somewhere, but he knew someone did.

When he looked over the railing, he saw a shadowy blob of black in one of the chairs. A very Rowan-shaped blob. He smirked at the way they sat—he thought it would be incredibly uncomfortable to sit with your leg at such a weird angle, but to each their own.

He made his way down the stairs and walked towards them. He sat down across from them and set the coffee in front of them. “No milk, a little sugar,” he said, taking a sip of his own.

They peered at him through the hair that hung in their face—it was a lot longer than he was used to seeing them with. He didn’t think they’d cut it since everything happened. He watched their eyes narrow for a moment behind the curtain of black hair, but they relaxed. There they were glaring at him again.

“Peace offering?” they asked, tone flat and uninterested—almost sarcastic.

Jace nodded and leaned back in his chair. “You could say that.”

It was quiet for a moment, though they didn’t return to reading their book. He glanced down and noticed it wasn’t typical prose. “Let me guess. Wilde?”

“I’m predictable.”

“I wouldn’t say that. I know it’s your favorite.”

“Is it?”

“You’ve been reading it since you were ten. I’d say so.”

They smirked, took a long sip of the coffee, and sat it down. “Why are you here, Jace?

He thought for a long moment. There was so much he wanted to say, but he didn’t know how to say any of it. How do you apologize after everything that’s happened between them—and make them believe you? That would probably be the hardest part.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing. With everything.”

They looked at him for a moment, probably suspicious of how honest he was being. They ran their hand through their hair—he could see how tired they looked now that he got a good look at their face. They looked thin and pale as a ghost, almost all their freckles were gone, and he could see the scar that Sebastian left on their face—thin and shallow, but it still was noticeable.

“Don’t lie to me.”

He sighed and rested his forehead on his hand. He should have known better—they were always good at reading him. And stubborn. Very stubborn. Now that he was here, they wouldn’t stop pushing his buttons until he spilled everything. They were nicer about it a few years ago, but in recent years it was more like playing Whack-A-Mole with which nerve they were going to hit to make him snap.

“I don’t want to fight anymore, okay?” he asked, spinning the ring on his finger. This conversation had made him anxious since the moment he decided (or, more accurately, Clary decided) to have it. He looked up at them, searching for any sign of a reaction, but they stared at him blankly. He wasn’t used to that. Growing up, when it was the two of them or they had Alec with them, he could read their thoughts like a picture book. They reacted to everything so strongly—when he first got to New York, he thought it was a sign of weakness. That’s what Valentine taught him, anyway. But he learned it wasn’t quickly. They showed empathy and emotion and all the things he’d been taught were wrong. That’s why he thought they were so interesting.

He continued anyway, despite their blank look scaring him a little. He wasn’t scared of them but for them. What happened that made them change so much? “We don’t have the energy for it anymore. Neither of us do. I can see it in your face. I…” he trailed off for a moment, forcing the words he refused to say for so long forward. “I’m sorry. For everything. For being stupid at fifteen and flirting with girls when I shouldn’t have been, for not caring about you, for all the stupid fights, and mostly for not believing you. I won’t try to justify it because I’m sure you’re tired of hearing it. But I’m sorry, Rowan.”

They stared for a long moment and he couldn’t read what they were thinking. That made him more worried. He was half expecting to get slapped, which he might have deserved. He certainly deserved the broken nose Alec gave him after their breakup. Instead, they spoke up. “Fine,” they said, sitting up a little straighter. “I’ll…take it. You’re still a prick, though.”

“I acknowledge that.”

“And I don't like you.”

“I can live with that.”

He smiled. In return, he could swear he saw a glimpse of a small smile from them, too. It was small but it was something. Knowing he shouldn’t push it any further, he got up, taking his mug with him. He got to the top of the stairs before he heard his name again. He looked over the railing at them—they weren’t looking at him and were buried in their book again.

“Thanks,” they said, and quickly added– “for the coffee.”

He rolled his eyes. He had a feeling they weren’t just thanking him for the coffee but he wouldn’t comment. “No problem. See you at dinner?”

“Maybe.”

“Tony’s cooking.”

“I’ll be there. As long as it’s not Isabelle.”

He laughed as he left, closing the large doors behind him. That was something—a joke. After spending a year non-stop fighting, a joke was good. It was a start.

Eighteen.

Jace was walking down the hall when he heard sniffling coming from the door he passed. It was Rowan’s room—he knew they didn’t cry frequently so it concerned him. He listened through the door for a moment, trying to determine if maybe Alec was in there with them already. He didn’t want to intrude. But he didn’t hear anyone talking and sighed. He was terrible at comforting people.

Either way, he knocked on the door a few times, rhythmically like he used to when they were kids. He heard a very weak-willed and muffled “go away” from inside and decided to step inside.

Rowan sat on the floor next to their bed, knees pulled up to their chest. Their eyes were red and puffy and their expression looked like they wanted to throw a knife at his head from where they sat.

He silently closed the door behind him, walked in, and sat beside them. “Wanna talk about it?” he asked quietly, careful to stay far enough away that they didn’t feel closed in or anything.

They pulled the hood of their sweatshirt over their head and pulled the strings tight—it was such a childish thing to do and it made him laugh. That was, until he noticed whose sweatshirt it was.

It had some weird, nerdy shit all over the back and sleeves and they were basically drowning in it. It had to be Simon’s.

He sighed—he’d been to visit the Academy not too long ago and talked with Simon. He was still processing all his memories that were coming back, but he seemed to be doing well with it all, all things considered. He never brought up Rowan specifically, but he did ask how everyone “back home” was doing. He didn’t want to make him worry about someone he might not even remember, so he decided to tell him everything was sunshine-and-roses back at the institute, despite knowing that wasn’t the case. Rowan was still in pieces, barely held together by some thread and Jensen was struggling with his training, but things were slowly healing. Slowly.

“Boys are not worth crying over,” he said, breaking the slightly awkward silence.

They laughed—to him, it sounded somewhere between a laugh and a sob. They punched his arm but there wasn’t any force behind it. “That’s bold considering I cried over you for months.”

“That’s my point,” he said, laughing along with them. “Not worth it.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

He rolled his eyes as the silence settled over them again. He broke it after a long moment, saying, “he’s doing good, y’know.”

They nodded. “I’ve heard.”

“You could visit.”

“I don’t want to bother him.”

Jace rolled his eyes again. “He’d probably want to see you.”

“Probably?”

“I dunno. I think he doesn’t know how to feel about a lot of things right now. Could use a familiar face.”

“He can see you or Clary. I…he doesn’t need to see me.”

He sighed, knowing it wasn’t worth the fight. They were set on believing that Simon didn’t know how they felt or even remotely feel the same way when everyone else saw how he looked at them. Even jensen thought it was lame and Isabelle had to elbow him multiple times to not make jokes about them needing to get a room. Everyone knew Rowan well enough to know joking about it or pushing it was only going to keep them in denial longer. They were stubborn.

After a long moment, they leaned their head against his shoulder. It was different than when they sat like this as kids—he wasn’t that much taller than them, but it was probably more comfortable when they were squishy kids with baby fat still and it wasn’t his shoulder joint digging into their cheek. They didn’t seem to care.

“He’s doing okay?” they asked, looking for reassurance.

“He is. Not as much of a twerp anymore, either.”

They scoffed. “Jealous?”

“Definitely not. Just saying that the Academy built him up a bit.”

“Why do you pay attention to that stuff?”

“You would too if you saw him in a tshirt with the sleeves rolled up.”

They laughed quietly and he wrapped his arm around their shoulders. It was the closest thing to a hug they would probably get from him. “I don’t like this whole ‘crying in your room by yourself’ thing, alright? I’m around. Alec’s around. Call Magnus. Alright?”

“Magnus yelled at me for the same thing, actually.”

“If the two smartest people you know are telling you the same thing, maybe listen to it.”

They made a face at him then rolled their eyes. “You are not the smartest person i know, don’t even try that.”

“Alright, alright, but I mean it. I’ll make time for you, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll…try”

“You mean it?”

“I will.”

He nodded in acknowledgement and laid his head on top of theirs, relaxing in the quiet for a moment. He could feel them relax after a while of sitting there, to the point that he swore they were fading in and out of sleep.

Once he was sure they were out, he very gingerly stood up and picked them up with him. He knew they were a light sleeper so tried not to move them around too much, just laid them more comfortably on the bed. He gently squeezed their hand, giving them an encouraging smile before heading back to his room until dinner. There was a world out there that was hell-bent on killing them, but at the end of the day, they were still just confused and scared kids. He wanted them to know they were safe somewhere, and he hoped he got through to them. They were friends before anything else and he wanted to be that again.

go on and come home to me because I’m here

#xx.rowan #shadowhunters oc #shadowhunters ocs #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments ocs #the mortal instruments oc #the mortal instruments #alec lightwood #magnus bane #simon lewis #clary fray #clarissa fray #isabelle lightwood #maryse lightwood #hodge starkweather #max lightwood #robert lightwood

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livia-dovehallow · 3 years ago

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Very very random aks, but I hace seen some ask about tsc gangs and stuff like types of movies they would like, music etc

So I wanted to ask you (if you feel like it) what donyou see the tid gang with social media like? Like which app would each one use, and how will they be :)

This is so interesting... and has taken me much thought. But I think I've narrowed it down.

Will would absolutely be on Tik Tok. Book-Tok specifically, but he would throw in some random videos there too, especially of him pulling pranks on Gabriel.

Tessa would solely be on Book-Tok. Knows nothing of trends because she does not care.

Jem is on Music-Tok and Soundcloud. Just using his free time to enjoy his passion. Very mellowed out. Can be seen in the background of Will's prank videos trying to convince him that pranking his sister's boyfriend isn't entertainment for the masses (the comments say otherwise).

Cecily is on Instagram and Tik Tok. Very online-famous only in the fact that she does not care about what anybody says and posts what she wants and also because she is very pretty but not vain. Posts frequently about pro-feminist content and supporting women. Occasionally posts about Gabriel to show him off, of which he has no understanding how any of this works and refuses to get his own social media account.

Gabriel is not on any platform because he doesn't understand them, but he claims it's because he just doesn't see a need. Also doesn't understand why Will keeps pranking him for "likes"--what even are those?

Gideon is only on Facebook and only because he can post photos of his kids to extended members of the family, especially on his mother's side. Has a professional Twitter account, but has an intern run that for him, as he does not understand the character limits. Was convined to start a LinkedIn, but Charlotte is still showing him the ropes.

Sophie is on Instagram and Facebook. Facebook to speak with Gideon's family and Instagram to stay connected with her own friends. This is where Sophie posts about her family. Her account is private to protect her kids' privacy, but she loves to boast about them there. Just look at how cute little Tommy is!

Charlotte is on LinkedIn and Twitter. Very professional online presence, carefully managed. People are sometimes shocked to learn that her husband is the science guy over on Tik Tok blowing things up.

Henry runs a very popular, goofy little science Tik Tok and YouTube channel. Like a British Bill Nye the Science Guy. Gets easily excited to see kids ask to see different science experiments and explains all about how things work. Every once in a while will throw in how much he appreciates his wife, Lottie, for having the patience to deal with his experiments in the basement.

Jessamine is on Snapchat and Instagram because they are photo-based. Her whole IG feed is selfies and her Snapchat is always her daily life "among boring people." Gets many unsolicited messages from men.

Tatiana is on conspiracy Twitter. Finding all sorts of ways to accuse people of doing things for evil causes. Complains about her brothers often as well, of which Gideon's social media intern is grateful her online name is Blackthorn and not Lightwood...

#maggie answers #kind anons #tid gang #tid #social media presence

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dreaming-in-alicante · 4 years ago

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Chapter four is up! Sorry about the longer wait, life was busy.

Also @fair-but-wilde-child here you go!

Chapter 4: Reflux

Grace paused repeatedly to drink in the sights and sounds of the Shadow Market around her as she followed Christopher around to different stalls. He got the nightshade he had wanted, as well as a variety of other ingredients.

“Mr. Lightwood!” a werewolf man called as they approached his stall. “We’ve just gotten fresh thorn-apple in.” He rummaged around in a cart and pulled out some samples, and placed them out for Christopher to inspect. The vendors all seemed to know him, and it was impressive watching him haggle for each item. Grace didn’t know if she would have the patience to argue with someone for that long, but Christopher knew exactly what he was doing.

While he negotiated a price on the thorn-apple Grace began, already, to mentally prepare herself for the ride back. With Christopher. Alone. She had felt like a fool earlier, even if Christopher remained oblivious. The realization had slowly crept up on her in the past few days that she might want to be more than friends with him.

She had become closer with both Lucie and Kamala in recent weeks. Kamala had shared her birth name with her; Grace was very honored that she wanted Grace to be one of the few people who used that name. Something had been bothering Grace, however, whenever she thought about and compared her new friendships. She realized that her relationship with both girls felt much different than that with Christopher. At first she attributed this to the fact that since they spent so much time together in the lab, she was simply closer with him than either girl. But she had spent plenty of time with both Lucie and Kamala now. Whenever she was with them, it seemed that more were always merrier, but she never felt that way with Christopher. While Grace didn’t necessarily mindHenry being in the lab (he was truly a brilliant scientist), or Thomas on his occasional visits, she greatly preferred when it was just the two of them.

The most obvious sign that something was different, however, was that she had started to notice Christopher in a way that she didn’t with either girl, or anyone else really. Earlier that week, while she watched him talk with Henry, the unexpected thought went through her head that he was really incredibly handsome. One might not notice at first, with his thick glasses and messy appearance, but now that Grace had noticed, she was constantly aware. It was starting to get ridiculous. When he had grabbed her arm excitedly earlier that morning, she told herself firmly that her heart was only racing because he had pulled her into a jog to get downstairs. Then in the carriage, by the Angel…she was grateful he thought her flushed face was from being too warm. She had never thought about how close people were when sitting in a carriage. Not that she hadn’t been close to him before, when they looked over notes together, but that was in the huge space of the lab. Enclosed in the small space of the carriage, it felt so intimate. Grace was determined to keep her composure on the return trip. She treasured her friendship with Christopher and she was terrified to ruin it by being ridiculous.

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When Christopher was completed with his shopping and they started back to the carriage, Grace cleverly engaged him in what promised to be a long discussion about the chemical properties of nightshade. Beyond being an interesting subject in itself, Grace expected that it would keep her mind occupied. Everything was going exactly as planned until Christopher paused to double-check his list and purchases, and Grace forced her eyes away, watching the city pass in dimly-lit nighttime. As the carriage approached the end of the block, she frowned as she noticed an odd, pulsing red glow that seemed to come from around the corner.

“Christopher, do you see that strange light?” she asked, still studying the view outside.

“Most peculiar,” he said as he also looked out. “Perhaps a colored light cover?” They finally reached the intersection, and Grace noticed that it was oddly empty. Not that many people were out at that time of night, but it was unusual to see absolutely no one. And then, as they passed through the intersection, they finally saw that the light came from a figure in the middle of the street dodging and fighting something…demons! The darting figure must be a shadowhunter.

“Anna,” Christopher said suddenly, going a bit pale. He motioned the carriage to stop and was jumping out before Grace understood what was happening. His sister, of course – her unusual red necklace that glowed when demons were around, Grace realized, hence Christopher’s urgency to go help. She hopped out of the carriage to find Christopher with a seraph blade already blazing. “I have to go help – Come help if you feel ready, but otherwise probably best to stay in the carriage!” he told her hastily, then began running down the street towards the fighting.

Grace took in the scene at the end of the street. Anna and someone else – Kamala she realized – were holding off three demons that resembled giant scorpions with wrinkled faces. Anna fought to keep two at bay, her electrum whip arcing furiously through the air, while Kamala attacked the third and largest demon. A fourth demon laid dying on the street near them. The creatures were ridiculously fast – especially their long, barbed tails which moved almost too swiftly to see. As Grace watched, Christopher reached them, seraph blades blazing, and engaged one of the demons that Anna held back.

Grace felt frozen. She had so little experience fighting, she had only been training for a few months, but she had spent too much of her life on the sidelines already. Grace resolved to get closer to offer help, but keep out of everyone’s way. She had two daggers, which seemed pitiful compared to the monsters before her, but she was an excellent shot, especially with her skills enhanced by an Accuracy rune – she would make her throws count.

She raced down the street, pulling out a dagger. As she approached the battle, she saw Kamala falter, barely knocking away the demon’s tail as it simultaneously grabbed at her with its oddly monkey-like hands. Anna and Christopher were fighting side-by-side, too far away to help. Grace reacted faster than she realized she was capable of, sending her dagger flying with perfect precision into a bulbous yellow eye. The demon hissed, writhing, as Kamala called “Good throw!” and continued to attack it.

Grace was upon the battle now and planned to hang back and wait for an opening, when from the corner of her eye she saw a fifth demon appear, looming behind Christopher. She began running in his direction and swiftly drew her second dagger as she shouted, “Kit, behind you!”.

She struck true again, halting the demon as Christopher turned. Anna lashed out her whip, catching the attention of the demon Christopher had been battling as he engaged the new foe. Grace hastily pulled her seraph blade and named it. She came up behind the demon and, with it distracted by Christopher, took a swipe. The tail moved so quickly that although she aimed for the center, her strike only cut off the very needle-like tip. The demon whirled around hissing and, to her dismay, knocked Christopher clean off his feet with its lashing tail. It bore down on Grace, snapping sharp teeth. She defended with her seraph blade but was unable to land a hit on it. She was vaguely aware that Kamala had now joined Anna, having dispatched the largest demon.

The demon Grace fought suddenly shrieked and stumbled, and she saw that Christopher had gotten back to his feet, and successfully cut off a large part of its tail. This was distraction enough for Grace to drive her seraph blade into the demon’s chest. It collapsed with a final hiss, spraying ichor from its wound, and crumbled to dust. Christopher quickly went to help fight the remaining two demons, Grace following behind. With the odds now turned four-to-two, they made quick work of the remaining demons. Soon all that remained were piles of dust and the four shadowhunters breathing hard as they recovered.

“Well,” Anna said as she coiled her whip, “a much more exciting patrol than I anticipated. It appears Kamala and I disturbed a nest of them. We are lucky that you two showed up when you did.” She leveled an assessing gaze at her brother and Grace. “Not that I’m ungrateful, but what exactly are you two doing running around together at this hour?” she asked.

“Shadow market,” Christopher answered, “I was out of nightshade, and Grace had never gone there.” He stood a bit awkwardly, and Grace wondered if he was alright.

“Well we’re very grateful for your assistance,” Kamala said, shaking dust out of her long braid. “Excellent job for your first real demon fight Grace!” she said smiling, and Grace smiled back. Anna and Christopher also offered congratulations. Grace couldn’t wait to tell Jesse – he’d be proud of her. She thought also, he’ll be jealous I killed my first demon before he did, and smirked.

“Well, let’s head to my flat, it’s not far. We should get all this ichor off,” Anna declared “and perhaps some iratzes.” Grace’s front was quite covered in ichor, and Anna and Kamala were also a mess. Somehow, ever-untidy Christopher had ended the battle with the least-soiled clothing. Anna looked appraisingly at her brother. “Are you feeling alright, Kit?” she asked, clearly noting his stiff posture like Grace had earlier.

“I believe I will need a few iratzes,” he replied, wincing, holding a hand to his side. “I likely didn’t notice earlier with all the adrenaline, but it seems the demon’s tail did catch me quite hard in the ribs.”

Grace couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty. If only she had been faster, managed to cut off the tail…but no, she assured herself, she had done well. The others had all said so. She had done well with her daggers and held her own in the fight. Christopher would be fine after a few iratzes. Still, she couldn’t help aiming worried glances his way the entire carriage ride.

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Anna’s flat was small but cozy, the main room full of mismatched furniture. Anna got water and rags for them to clean off with, then started fussing over Christopher. Kamala, obviously familiar with the place, pulled Grace into a messy bedroom. “I think I have a spare blouse here that you can wear,” she said, “since you got most of the ichor on the front of you.” She rummaged around in the wardrobe and pulled out a pale blue blouse with a triumphant “aha!”

They cleaned themselves off and began changing. Kamala was several inches taller than Grace so the blouse was oversized on her, but it would do until she got home. She slipped out of the bedroom while Kamala finished putting on a simple dress, and reentered the main room.

Anna brushed past her, going to change, and Grace walked around to the couch…where she found Christopher wearing only his trousers and undershirt. It covered him, of course, but it was a thinner material that she could see marks through, and because the sleeves were short, she could see most of his arms. By the Angel, stop staring! she scolded herself. She had seen him in just shirtsleeves many times in the lab. She had seen more of his arms the time his sleeve caught fire in lab than right now.

“You’re alright then, Grace?” he asked. She forced her eyes to his face, and immediately discovered this was not better. He had removed his glasses, presumably while getting cleaned up, and now there was no barrier to hide his spectacular eyes. Compose yourself Grace! she chided herself.

“Yes, I’m completely fine,” she replied, settling herself on an armchair. “Nothing more than some scratches. Are you okay?” His movements were less stiff as he leaned forward a bit, but she was still concerned.

“Perfectly fine!” he answered blithely. “Anna’s iratzes are fixing me right up. Honestly, I’ve had much worse lab accidents.” Given what she’d seen just this month in the lab, Grace didn’t doubt this. She could see evidence of old burns and other scars along the whole length of his exposed arms.

“What was your worst lab accident?” she asked curiously.

“Perhaps the time I spilled an entire bottle of sulfuric acid on myself,” Christopher said thoughtfully, “although there have also been some nasty explosions.”

Kamala reentered the main room then. “Anna and I will need to head to the institute to check in and submit a report,” she told Grace, “so we can drop you at your apartment.”

“Thank you,” Grace replied. “Hopefully I’ll be back soon enough that Jesse won’t be worrying.”

“He’ll always be worrying – he’s an older sibling,” Anna said, now changed into a plain shirt and trousers. “Speaking of which,” she continued, “let me see if you need another iratze before we leave, Kit.”

Grace got up quickly – perhaps too quickly – and started over to the door to wait. She kept her gaze determinedly away from Christopher as Anna checked him over. Kamala joined Grace, a querying eyebrow raised. Grace could not help blushing, which caused Kamala to giver her a knowing smirk, making Grace blush even harder.

“I think we’ll have something to talk about at training tomorrow,” Kamala said with a grin. Grace was relieved when Anna joined them to leave. She insisted that Christopher just stay at the apartment to sleep, and he was tired enough that he agreed.

It was a surprisingly pleasant ride home. Grace had little prior interaction with Anna, but either because of Christopher, Kamala, Jesse, or a combination of the three, she did not seem to resent or distrust Grace for any of her prior actions, which was a relief. They dropped her at home and as they exchanged goodbyes, Anna commented “I expect I’ll see more of you in the future Grace,” Anna said, “as my brother’s lab partner.” She winked at Grace before hopping back into the carriage.

By the Angel, Grace thought, how does she know?Well, at least Christopher remained oblivious.

#gracetopher #tlh #you may have noticed that I don't describe Kamala's weapon because seriously what does she usually fight with?#like in Every Exquisite Thing she has a whip #but I see lots of art where she has axes #and I didn't see anything in the books #grace blackthorn #christopher lightwood #my fic

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purplebass · 5 years ago

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On Repeat // Gabrily

For @ohmygodherewegoagainnnn ✨🌼 I hope you like it!

Couple: Gabrily, Gabriel Lightwood and Cecily Herondale Rating: T Prompt: “Why are you here?”

Cecily remembered the night she decided to leave Ravenscar Manor.

It was raining, and even the thick layers of her coat couldn’t shield her from the pelting and chilly drops of water. She told herself not to cry because she would go back to her parents, but in her gut, she was aware that was a lie. The sky knew it too, and it was bawling his eyes out for the grief of the separation.

She couldn’t help it.

She knew that she had to leave and face her brother. She had to ask him to come back, to write a letter to their parents at least. She wasn’t ready to think about that she would be far from her beloved parents yet, not even when she realized that Will would never go back with her, that they would never be together if she would leave again. That was the reason that made her stay. Among other reasons.

As Cecily had grown accustomed to the life at the Institute, she had also grown fond of another person’s company besides her brother. That person was Gabriel Lightwood.

If Will angered her because he was stubborn and didn’t want her to become a shadowhunter like him, Gabriel amused her because he was arrogant and believed he was the best thing to ever grace the earth. Any other woman would fall at his feet just because of his looks. Cecily liked him not only because he was handsome indeed, but also because of his attitude.

She loved challenges, and Gabriel had been one at first, until she fell for him and decided that she would eventually marry him one day.

The next time she saw her parents, she was with him, and she was excited because they would meet him. She didn’t know how they would react, since her father and her brother still thought she was too young to have a boyfriend, let alone a husband. She had to admit that her parents’ approval was important to some degree, and she tried to hide her restlessness when she introduced Gabriel to them.

“I used to know your father,” Edmund told Gabriel after meeting him the first time. “Couldn’t say we were friends, but I was filled with consternation upon hearing of his death.”

Cecily remembered how Gabriel paled at the words, and how he muttered a “Thanks, sir,” and wasn’t able to say more. She squeezed his hand to comfort him silently, in the case the conversation would continue on this topic.

He was still trying to forgive himself because he had been the one to erase Benedict off the face of the earth. They hadn’t talked about this topic much, but she knew that he was still regretting the gesture. After all, it was still his father even if he had turned into a worm. Not matter he had killed him for the safety of the other shadowhunters as well.

When they lived at the Institute after they got married, she saw him sneak out of the drawing room often when they gathered there to talk after dinner. He probably thought no one would notice him leave the room, but she did. Every time.

She didn’t debate whether she should follow him or not. Sometimes she gave him space, but other times she didn’t. Was she nosy? She didn’t think so. She knew when to leave him alone and when to give him a shoulder to cry on or something else.

She was sure she would find him in their bedroom. Whenever Gabriel was in a wistful mood, he sat on a red armchair by the window and didn’t use a witchlight or a candle to animate the place. He just sat in the darkness, staring at nothing in particular, until he grew tired and went to bed.

She padded into the shadowed room and put a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t flinch, despite he was spaced out. That was the extent of his repentance. At some moment during the day, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything but that day of several years before.

“Why are you here?” Cecily asked casually.

“I was tired.”

“I can see it. Do you want to talk about it?”

She felt his muscles tense under the hand she still had on his shoulder. He had probably tilted his head towards the direction of her voice, but they couldn’t see each other well in the dark so she wasn’t sure.

“I don’t want to bore you.”

“You never bore me, Gabriel. I thought you should know by now.”

Gabriel chuckled softly and grabbed her hand. “Why don’t you sit down?”

“Where should I sit- ah!” she gasped. He had pushed her on his legs, which only meant that he wanted her to be cozy or that he was about to tell her a lot of things. Either way, she liked that. She eased her head on his shoulder and tightened the hold on his hand.

“I’ve been replaying that day in my head,” he revealed after a moment of silence. He then proceeded to tell her about his feelings and his guilt. She didn’t reply all the time because sometimes you don’t need to say anything. She tried to make him feel that she supported him, that she was there in case he wanted to vent more or he wanted to hear someone tell him that he had to do that. It was necessary. He had turned into a worm; he was dangerous for everyone.

“I can’t say you will forget about it, because it would be a lie.”

“I don’t want to forget about it,” he admitted. “I want to tell my children of him and how he died.”

“Our children?”

“Why, don’t you want to have children or you don’t want me to tell them?”

Cecily blushed. “No, I want to have children with you, Gabriel Lightwood. I thought maybe, you didn’t want to.”

“You thought I wouldn’t want to have children because of my father?”

“Probably.”

Gabriel held her close to his body. “Oh, Cecy.” Cecily could smell the faint scent on his neck and hear his beating heart under her cheek. “I’m tired of his shadow looming over me. Sometimes it takes hold of my sanity and I need to be alone in order to send him away, but it needs to stop. I need to move on. I need to accept what happened and live my life.”

Cecily smiled in the crook of his neck and kissed him there. “I’m proud of you,” she whispered. “And pregnant.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m proud of you,” she repeated with a louder voice in his ear. He didn’t know but she had purposely avoided to repeat the second sentence she had just said.

“Not that, Cecy. The other thing.”

“That we are going to have a baby?”

“Yes. Are… are you sure?”

Cecily didn’t answer. She nodded, and he felt her head on his chest. He held her body close and lowered his head on her forehead. She realized he was crying because she felt her skin dampened by the tears.

“Are you happy?”

“You have no idea.”

“You’ll be an amazing father.”

“No doubt.”

And to that, Cecily couldn’t help but laugh and be thrilled.

They were going to have a baby. She didn’t tell him, but she thought it was a girl. She knew that Gabriel would live up to his self-confident remark, and couldn’t wait to see it happen in front of her eyes. She just had to have a little more patience.

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myulalie · 4 years ago

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Unfairly sexy

Alec rolls his eyes, holding back a smile. What was his mother thinking, signing him up for languages classes? He can’t roll “r” to save his life (rolling his eyes, however…), and Raphael lost patience after a single Spanish lesson. Now they’re trying French and Maryse must never have met the tutor she hired. There is no way Alec’s conservative and very racist mother accepted to give money to this man, even less let him inside her home.

Magnus Bane looks straight out of a magazine, wearing as much makeup, if not more than Isabelle. He’s gorgeous, and the low cut of his shirt is distracting. Lipstick shines on his lips when he speaks and even if Alec was listening (he’s busy staring), he would not understand any of the French words fluttering past those full lips.

« Salut beau gosse. »

Alec hesitates before taking the offered, rings covered hand. Glitter on his painted nails and intricate jewelry, sometimes two on the same finger, make a piece of art of Magnus’ hands. Alec would give everything to hold this man’s hand in his, if they weren’t in the Lightwoods’ antique looking library. As things are, their handshake is the most boring Alec has ever experienced.

“Don’t you want to know what I said?” Magnus asks, smirking.

Magnus’ eyes are circled with kohl, cat eyes, Isabelle calls this type of makeup. Alec shakes his head, not interested in French or in any language at all. He wants to be a cook, surely he doesn’t need to speak a second language to do so. Alec’s time would be better spent cooking, so far all his applications have been ignored. Alec doesn’t know why, and Isabelle always tells him he makes the most delicious dishes.

“Look. I know my mother is paying you to teach me French, but I really don’t care.”

« Quel dommage, » Magnus sighs, cocking his hip out.

“I have no idea what you just said,” Alec points out.

Magnus’ voice is like the most subtle caress and washes over Alec all too nicely for something that makes no sense to him.

« J’aurais bien essayé le dirty talk, et même le pillow talk avec toi, » Magnus comments.

Alec frowns, because he’s pretty sure there were English words in there. Unfairly sexy words with the French pronunciation, if he is honest, and he straightens a little, suddenly more interested. Magnus grins and steps closer, hips swinging like he’s dancing. Alec swallows sharply and looks anywhere but at him when Magnus bites his lip, reaching up to adjust the collar of Alec’s shirt.

« Tu as de beaux yeux tu sais, » Magnus goes on. « Et ce blush, adorable. »

Magnus is flirting, Alec thinks. He can feel his face burning with embarrassment, and says the only French sentence he knows.

« Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir ? »

Alec regrets it the moment the words are past his lips, but Magnus beams.

« Avec plaisir ! »

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silver-lily-louise · 5 years ago

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vita in floribus

(A sequel to ‘in floribus veritas’ - I’d recommend reading that first!)

‘Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane, this is your life. Care to take a turn around Memory Lane?’ One hundred years after they first meet, Magnus takes Alec to a certain clearing in the Seelie realm.

Read it on AO3, or below!

~oOo~

‘You know, when you brought out the blindfold, this is not what I imagined.’

Magnus laughs, leading his husband along by both hands, walking backwards himself. ‘Oh, hush,’ he says, though he can feel himself grinning. The Seelie realm always does that to him – magic is so much more, so present here compared to their home realm. It’s easy to get swept up in the heady side of that power; a feeling which is both incredibly similar and vastly different from the deep swell of righteousness that comes from visiting an infernal plane. If Magnus were in the mood for metaphor – which, as they wander through this woodland, is increasingly the case – he would say that it’s like the distinction between a scalding hot cup of coffee and a well-spiced vindaloo.

Of course, being as the Seelie deal in both angelic and demonic magics, it’s possible that it would be affecting Alec too – that is, if it weren’t for the extra spell Magnus cast on the black silk covering his eyes, to hide the other aspect of their destination. As such, he’s his regular, slightly-disgruntled self, willing to put up with almost anything for Magnus but also not having patience as his principal virtue. ‘Seriously,’ he says, a bare note of no-nonsense entering his tone. ‘Where are we going? I thought you didn’t like surprises.’ ‘Is it really a surprise?’ Magnus asks - lightly, ponderingly. ‘Come on, Shadowhunter. After all the years you spent walking through the night, don’t tell me you’ve now grown so reliant on being able to see,’ he teases. ‘Where do you think we are?’ Alec’s mouth quirks in amused annoyance at the jibe, but his expression quickly clears as he apparently focuses on his surroundings. Magnus smirks. There are certain things that seem hardwired into Lightwood DNA, and backing down from a challenge is decidedly not one of them. ‘Well, a forest, obviously,’ Alec says, as if there aren’t plenty who’d get even that part wrong. ‘A big one. Far from any civilization – it’s one of the quietest places we’ve been.’ ‘You’re two for two,’ Magnus tells him. ‘Anything else?’ The blindfold creases a little as Alec’s brow furrows. ‘It’s still daytime, so we haven’t changed time zones…?’ But he sounds doubtful, and a moment later his eyebrows shoot up. ‘But it’s more than that,’ he realizes. ‘Something feels… different. Magnus, are we in the Seelie realm?’

In answer, Magnus steps towards him and places a gentle peck of a kiss on his lips. ‘Right again,’ he says, smiling. ‘I suppose that spell on the blindfold couldn’t block out all of its magical signature, hm?’ ‘Not quite,’ Alec admits, nodding. ‘It’s… different. It feels different. I don’t know how to describe it.’ ‘Well,’ Magnus says airily, ‘it’s lucky for you that I know exactly what you mean, then.’

They finally come to the right clearing, and Magnus finds himself beaming as they make their way to the center of it. It’s even better than he pictured. ‘One last thing, Alexander,’ he says, letting a casual air float over his tone, despite his excitement. ‘Do you happen to know what day it is?’ Alec hesitates. ‘I know the date?’ he offers. ‘Is it… significant, somehow?’ ‘Indeed it is,’ Magnus says. He steps forward again, gently placing his hands on his husband’s shoulders. ‘Today is the one-hundredth anniversary of the day we met,’ he says softly. Alec’s eyebrows shoot up once more, reappearing from behind the blindfold, and Magnus can’t help but laugh at the sight, even as he feels a pang of sympathy for Alec’s apparent alarm. ‘I didn’t – how did you even remember that?’ he asks, his voice breathy with disbelief. ‘Don’t worry,’ Magnus reassures him, moving his thumbs to rub small, comforting circles over the outskirts of Alec’s collarbones. ‘I didn’t expect you to remember. The only reason I did is because…’ He grins. ‘Well. It’s better that I show you, I think.’

He reaches up, and removes the blindfold.

***

Before Alec’s even blinked the daylight into his eyes again, he registers the scent, and then an altogether different sense takes over his mind – a push, a wave of magic cascading over him, sparking in feeling and memory as his slowly-adjusting gaze darts around what looks to be some sort of clearing in the forest.

And then that gaze catches on the nearest tree, and Alec’s jaw drops, the cacophony falling away as one moment powers through – it’s excitement, and curiosity, and a touch of fear, and it’s all emanating from – ‘That’s not a tree,’ he realizes out loud. ‘It’s… a rose?’ Magnus nods. ‘It’s the very first flower you conjured,’ he says, a soft smile on his face. ‘A thornless rose, growing straight out of the floorboards where we first met.’ ‘We took down that Circle member together,’ Alec murmurs – and then he smiles. ‘You made a pun about steak.’ ‘And I stand by it,’ Magnus declares with a wink. ‘All these years later, we’re still here, aren’t we?’

He takes Alec’s hand, leading him closer to the ‘trunk’ of the tree-like structure, the rose bush grasping up towards the sky before spreading into something of a canopy. ‘I sent this here because I wanted it to have a safe place to grow,’ he says. ‘Then, once I interrupted your wedding, and I had faith that we were going somewhere? I made a note of the date we met, and set a timer of sorts – specifically, a fire message to myself, scheduled to arrive yesterday.’ He grins. ‘Needless to say, my good feeling about us turned out to be correct.’ Alec shakes his head with a fond smile, reaching up to touch a smooth, burgundy petal. It’s a visceral impact of memory that hits him; it’s like he’s standing there again, in the loft, a repressed twenty-something meeting the most compelling person he’d ever seen – or has known since.

He swallows down the unexpected lump in his throat. ‘So, all of these…?’ He barely dares ask, though from the echoing emotions rolling off of this meadow, he’s fairly certain he knows the answer. Magnus nods. ‘It’s not every one you’ve ever conjured, of course,’ he explains. ‘But it’s a lot of the… big moments. Or simply the happiest ones.’ He gives a showman-like, dazzling smile, holding one arm out wide. ‘I suppose,’ he says, a twinkle of mischief in his golden eyes, ‘that what I’m saying is this: Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane, this is your life.’ He holds out his other arm towards Alec, raising his eyebrows. ‘Care to take a turn around Memory Lane?’

Alec huffs – his husband can be such a show-off sometimes – but he returns the smile, taking Magnus’ arm. ‘Lead the way.’

***

It’s just the right side of overwhelming, walking this glade with Alec, their intuition of its magic heightened by the realm itself. The clearing’s pretty large, but even so, it’s thriving in staggering density, packed full of bloom and color and scent and memory. Usually, Magnus will point out what a certain flower is (those are the freesia from the night you fell asleep on the couch; these are some of the lavender sprigs and orchids that started springing up as soon as you were spending more time at the loft), while other times he wants to know what Alec remembers or recognizes. ‘These have always been some of my favorites,’ he admits, gesturing to the lilac roses that are winding their way up the trunk of a silver birch. Alec smiles. ‘You know I’ve always loved your magic,’ he says. ‘Though, speaking of that – how is this meadow even here? I can’t imagine that the Seelie Court takes kindly to outsiders tampering with their ecosystem.’ ‘You’d be right,’ Magnus says, fighting down a smirk as they pass a patch of dog roses – and then immediately being hit with a wave of sentimentality, as the striped tulips nearby make themselves known. Oh, he well remembers which night that particular combination is from. ‘But I did the Court a favor, back in the early twentieth century, and was granted some minor land use as recompense. This clearing is, by their standards, mine.’ They wander past some different tulips – scarlet ones, this time, and he tightens his hold on Alexander’s arm. ‘And so, by my standards, ours,’ he says. ‘For a while, I used it for growing potion ingredients – but of course, once I met you, this seemed like a far better idea.’

Alec shakes his head again, but he’s looking at Magnus a little wonderingly. ‘You old romantic,’ he says – and then he’s grabbing Magnus by the lapels, pulling him in for a decisive, joyful kiss, and the déjà vu hits Magnus full force, even before they part and he sees the mistletoe above, the carnations and snowdrops below. Magnus raises an eyebrow. ‘Look who’s talking.’

***

Just beyond the larkspur and peonies from their wedding day, they come across a patch of ground Alec doesn’t recognize. ‘This one,’ he says, by way of a question. A question which Magnus doesn’t answer, of course. ‘Yes? What about it?’ Alec gives him a withering look, though there’s no real intent behind it. ‘It’s similar to the more… background arrangements,’ he says. It’s surprisingly difficult to find the right words for a giant metaphorical scrapbook you’re currently walking around, he muses. ‘Lavender, orchids, honeysuckle. But it’s different somehow – it’s like it’s been given some… pride of place; like our wedding, or the day we met.’ Magnus chuckles. ‘We really ought to invite Madzie over soon,’ he comments idly. ‘If she’s settled on magic sensitivity as the topic for her next research paper, I’m sure your development over the decades would make for fascinating evidence.’

‘Magnus,’ Alec says, half-laughing even though he absolutely refuses to be distracted from the matter at hand by magical theory. Or flattery, for that matter. ‘Come on. What day was this? I can’t place it.’ ‘I’m not surprised,’ Magnus says. His smile eases from teasing nonchalance to something softer, more comfortable; and he takes Alec’s hand once more, leading him until they’re stood in the middle of the unfamiliar patch of meadow – facing each other, immersed in the unknown memory. ‘It wasn’t anything… particular. Not in a concrete sense, at least,’ he explains. ‘It wasn’t an anniversary, or a piece of good news, or anything remarkable.’ He reaches his free hand outwards, rubbing a few buds of lavender between finger and thumb; Alec breathes deeply, trying to place the feeling but getting only affection – which is soothing and lovely, of course, but not exactly a clue. ‘It was a few months after we moved to Alicante,’ Magnus continues, his voice turning quiet, contemplative. ‘I think it was just after we got the northern werewolf pack established?’ He shrugs absently. ‘In any case. You came home one day, and we had dinner, had a drink while we were watching a movie – some sci-fi flick we’d seen a dozen times, or something like that.’ His hand comes up, his focus drawn to the middle distance even as he lightly traces his lavender-scented fingertips over Alec’s heart, following the curve, tick, a-tick, strike-and-down of the bright red rune nestled safely under his shirt. ‘And I remember,’ he whispers, ‘that you got a text from Aline, and you asked about her and Helen coming to dinner sometime soon – and I thought…’ He looks back up at Alec, his smile soft and warm beneath his golden gaze. ‘Well, I realized – that over those months, Alicante had started feeling like home.’ He huffs a breath that’s half-sigh, half-laughter. ‘So. I wanted to mark the day. Even though it was nothing special.’

Alec smiles. ‘Yeah, it was.’ The words come out a little hoarse, and he clears his throat, squeezing the hand he still has a hold of. ‘It was special. I’m glad you brought it here.’

They keep wandering the clearing, occasionally pausing in the midst of memories from holidays, anniversaries, achievements. In the sunniest corner of the meadow there are two pussy willows, twining together all the way up their trunks in a way that would be impossible in their home realm. Scattered around the base are white carnations and green berry bushes; half in flower, half in early fruit. ‘The days we got Max and Rafe,’ Alec says softly, brushing his hand gently across the tree bark – not needing the confirming hum from his husband, well-remembering the joy and excitement and sheer love of those two days.

When they’ve circled the entire clearing, they walk back to the rose tree at the very center, settling in its shade. Unaccustomed to the chill – even though it’s only slight – Alec sits as close as he can to his husband, keeping a line of warm contact all down his own left side, and Magnus’ right. He reaches his right hand forward, brushing aside the tiny segments on the round purple and red flowers nearest to him, which strike up from a low-lying carpet of creeping peach roses. He remembers these, too. He remembers the happiness and fear and overarching relief when they completed the ritual; he remembers the tears that sprang to his eyes when he realized that it worked, he wouldn’t have to leave Magnus behind one day thanks to only the ravages of time.

That sparks a thought, and he turns back to his husband. ‘Hey,’ he says, frowning a little, but mindful not to come across as accusatory. ‘You said you set the – the timer; the fire message, to remind you about today? You said that you set it just after my almost-wedding.’ ‘That’s right,’ Magnus says, a smile still on his lips even as a question crosses his brow. ‘Well,’ Alec says gently, his mind whirring at the implication. ‘That was… early, to say the least.’ Magnus chuckles. ‘I admit, I might have been somewhat… swept up in your grand declaration,’ he confesses, leaning more heavily into Alec’s shoulder. ‘Like I say – I had a good feeling. I suppose a part of me knew, even then, that we were going to make things work.’ Alec hesitates, but swallows down his reluctance, needing to know. ‘But you didn’t know I was going to… stay,’ he says. ‘You didn’t know I was going to choose immortality. Hell; barring becoming a vampire, neither of us even knew it was a choice.’

Magnus freezes against his side, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly where they’re interlaced with Alec’s. ‘No,’ he says evenly. ‘No, I didn’t.’ He glances over – not quite at Alec’s eyes, but in his direction – and smirks weakly. ‘I should have known you’d realize that, when I told you what day it is.’ Alec smiles a little sadly, not wanting to dwell too much on what might have been, but unable to escape it entirely. ‘But you still wanted to come here today,’ he says – not a question, but a statement. ‘Even though you thought that you’d be coming by yourself.’ He breathes deeply, steadily, his mind stumbling slightly over the image. Magnus, walking through this grove as he did today, but alone. A celebration, still – but also a memorial.

Magnus nods, sighing heavily, releasing Alec’s hand and shifting so that his arm is circling Alec’s waist instead. ‘After the first couple of centuries,’ he explains quietly, ‘you learn to start collecting the mementos early.’ He looks up at Alec again, just briefly. ‘That’s why every property I own is fully-furnished,’ he jokes. ‘If you want to remember something – someone – it’s useful to have at least one… touchstone, of sorts. A reminder of that day, or place, or person. Otherwise, things start to fall through the cracks, as it were,’ he finishes softly.

Alec hums in understanding, wrapping his own arm around Magnus’ shoulders, his chest; tugging gently until his husband is pulling his arm back to his own side, and settling with his head pillowed over Alec’s steady heart. Alec closes his eyes for a second, pressing a kiss to the top of Magnus’ head. ‘I’m glad that I’m here with you,’ he murmurs. It’s a simple, fundamental truth, and one that he tries to tell Magnus often – he’s glad he’s here, he’s glad that he stayed, and no matter what they’ve faced over the years, he hasn’t ever regretted his choice. Not even for a moment. Magnus leans against him more fully, his hands reaching up to clasp Alec’s over his own heart. ‘So am I,’ he whispers.

They lie there for a long time, exchanging soft words, and then even softer kisses, basking in the quiet and watching the sunlight shift over the leaves. Perhaps, Alec thinks, he ought to purchase a small piece of land like this in their own realm. After all, this one is looking pretty full, and he’s hoping that there’ll be many more living mementos needing a permanent home in their future.

~oOo~

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itsthestutterforme · 4 years ago

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Broken (Alec)

Y/N had a huge crush on Alec and he broke her heart when he said he was marrying Lydia.

I am and will probably always be in love with Alec Lightwood. We've been best friends since training and while he fell in love with Jace. I fell in love with him. Things have been hard, especially whenever I need help, I'm not taken seriously enough.

And my life just got a lot harder because the Clave sent Lydia to supervise us at the Institute, which is essentially babysitting us. I was looking for Izzy when I notice her talking to Alec. "Me and Lydia are going to get married. Bringing our families together is the smartest move against Valentine."

"What?" I say, making them both look at me. "Y/N," Izzy says. "I have had enough of this. Are you really that blind and ignorant not to notice that I am helplessly in love with you?" "You completely looked passed me and flirted with Magnus and now, you're marrying someone you just met."

"It's for the sake of our family, Y/N. Don't take it personal." "I take things personal. I can't supress my emotions like you. So let me make it very clear to you when I say that I hate you." "And do me a kind favor; delete my entire contact from your phone. I won't be answering either of you." With that, I left the Institute and took a cab to a bar across town.

Third Person POV

"And now you've just lost the most loyal friend you will ever find. Good luck with that." Isabella says before leaving the room. Alec huffs before leaving to start training.

It's passed 12 o'clock in the morning and Y/N was nowhere in sight. She didn't want to go back to the Institute so she went to the only place she knew: Magnus. She knocked on his door and he opened it reluctantly. He was shocked to see her, considered that they weren't exactly close friends.

"I'll let tomorrow morning, I just don't want to go back to the Institute. I don't want to see his face." Magnus knew exactly who she was talking about and said, "Honey, me neither. Come on in." She took a few wobbly steps before collapsing in his arms. "Jesus, how drunk are you?"

"Quite." He carries her inside and tucks her in his guest bedroom. He was about to leave before she asked, "How do you do it?" "Hm?" "Goblins live for centuries. How did you get over getting your heartbroken several times by the same person?"

"It took time and patience," "Everyone knows that Alec, Izzy, Jace and me are the elite team. If one leaves, the team is incomplete." "Well maybe, you need a break from this elite team. It's clearly not helping with your emotional and mental health. Those are important too."

"Honestly, I'm done with the pain. I can already feel myself getting numb. It's probably better if I just start fresh." "The numbness is probably from the alcohol. Go to sleep darling. You need it." Magnus says before he left.

Isabella started to worry and searched the most likely places Y/N would have gone. And she wasn't anywhere in sight. She used her tracking rune and found her at Magnus' but she left her be. She just had to know where she was.

The next morning, Y/N woke up with a very life changing idea. The best way to start fresh the way she wanted, is to completely leave the Shadowhunter world. To leave everything she ever worked for behind, and become a mundane by having her runes stripped.

Normally people stripping their runes as a punishment, but she saw it as her passage to freedom. No more men trying to play with her heart because now she knows better.

With her memories erases, she won't have that hole in her heart anymore. She truly believes that this is what she wants. She gets up from the bed and nearly falls over. "Jeez, how much did I drink?" She shuffles into the kitchen where Magnus was cooking breakfast.

"Good morning sunshine," "Morning," "Here's some coffee and Advil for the hangover," "Thank you," "There's something completely crazy that I wanted you to do and I will give you everything to do it."

"Alright, what do you want me to do?" "I want you to strip me of my runes and memories." Magnus stares at her with wide eyes. "Are you sure that's not the alcohol talking." "No, this is sober Y/N talking and I'm serious. The Shadow World has only caused me pain. And I don't want to be apart of it anymore." "But what about Isabelle and Jace?"

"If they love me, they will let me go." "This is ridiculous. When I said you needed a break, I didn't mean this." "Please, I'll give you all of my weapons and stones for you to sell. Just please do this for me." "Alright, all of the ingredients will take a day to collect. So we will do the spell tomorrow night. That will give you some time to think this through."

They ate breakfast before Y/N went back to the Institute. "Y/N, I know that you're pissed at Alec, but he needs your support now mor--" "No, he has a sister for that. I'm just the second option. Always have been." "Whoa, where is this coming from?" "Just leave me alone, Izzy."

Y/N left tomorrow night again and Alec decided to follow her. He was confused when he followed her to Magnus'. He used his hearing rune to listen in on their conversation. "Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? Because once you do, it's irreversible." "I'm ready." Alec then started to hear Y/N scream and he barged into the apartment.

"What are you doing to her!" Alec defends. "This is what she wanted," "To strip her of her runes. That's ridiculous." "It's true, Alec. Leave me be." "Leave you-- you're stripping yourself of your runes.How are you supposed to be a shadow hunter?" "That's the point, Alec. I don't want to live in this world anymore. I want to be a mundane."

"A mundane?" "Continue, Magnus." "Don't you touch her." Alec states. "Stop it! Stop acting like you care about me!" "I'm not acting, I.. you're like a sister to me, Y/N." "That's a part of the problem. I'm done being hurt by you over and over again. I deserve better than this." "Then tell me what I can do better. Don't just give up."

"I have been in this all my life and there's nothing else it can offer me." "What about Jace and Isabelle? You're just going to leave them-- leave me?" "If you loved me, you'll let me go." "It's because I love you that I won't." Y/N looks to Magnus and he nods before sending both of them in another warehouse Magnus owns. Alec runs out of Magnus' house to find them, but he won't get there in time.

He told Jace and Isabelle what Y/N was doing and they all tried to find her as fast as they could. But by the time they found her, she already had her memories wiped. She was just about to leave to go to her new apartment when they barged in. "Y/N, please tell me that you didn't go through with it?" Isabelle asks. "Go through with what? And how do you know my name?"

"No, I refuse to believe that you would want to forget us. After everything we've been through!" Alec snaps. "Don't yell at her! It's done. The best thing we can do is leave her to start her new life." Jace says. He approached Y/N and kissed her forehead warmly. "I wish you good luck," "Thank you, uh, do I know you from somewhere?" "No, but I've been told I have one of those faces."

"Well alright, it was nice meeting you." Y/N said before leaving. Their hearts shattered and now it was them who had a hole in their hearts, but it was what Y/N wanted. "So this is what she felt?" Alec said.

It was a month after Y/N had her memory wiped and her runes stripped. Not having her in the Institute made things stale and quiet. But out of all of them, Alec suffered the most pain. One day, Alec went for a walk to clear his mind when he saw Y/N walking and talking with some of her friends. He couldn't help himself but to follow her. He followed her back to her apartment and looked around.

He waited until she fell asleep to talk to her. He made himself unhidden and sat on the edge of her bed. He touched her hair gently, careful not to wake her up. "I didn't marry Lydia after all. Half way through the ceremony I realized who my heart belonged to.. but it was too late to tell her." "I'm so sorry,"

A few tears left his eyes. All he wanted to do was hug her and tell her how much he loved her. But he missed his chance, and now he will live with that for the rest of his life.

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malecsecretsanta · 4 years ago

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Merry Christmas, im-better-than-chocolate!

For @im-better-than-chocolate. You mentioned that you liked college AUs, angst with a happy ending, and big coming out moments that shock everyone. I hope this qualifies, and that you like it!!

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Kiss Me (Take Me By Surprise)

Alec Lightwood didn’t like parties or big social gatherings, as a rule. He preferred to stay in and watch a movie or read a book rather than embarrass himself or drink until he collapsed with his classmates, even on Christmas.

“Come on, Alec, loosen up a little!” Isabelle called, slinging an arm around his shoulder. She was holding a plastic cup full of alcohol in one hand and Simon’s wrist in the other one.

“I’ll pass,” Alec muttered, shrugging her off and sending her back to her equally plastered boyfriend, who smiled goofily at her and helped keep her upright with one hand around her waist. Alec smiled a little to himself. For as much as he hated his little sister having a boyfriend in the first place, Simon was a good choice.

“It’s Christmas,” Jace complained from beside them, his hand on Clary’s hip. The redhead in question was giggling madly, swaying in place. Alec rolled his eyes. He hated drunk girls, even his friends. And drunk boys, for that matter - even his brother.

“Technically, it’s not,” Alec pointed out. “It’s the night before Christmas break.”

Jace rolled his eyes, letting out a loud, overdramatic groan. “Someday we’re going to teach you how to have fun, grandma.” He squeezed Clary’s hip and led them away to sit on one of Magnus’s loveseats. Jace pecked his drunk girlfriend on the cheek, and Alec pretended to gag. He was glad that Jace had finally found someone he loved, but sometimes the two of them were almost disgustingly sweet.

Alec looked around and spotted Magnus by their dorm Christmas tree, sipping some sort of alcohol - Alec didn’t have the patience to figure out what, exactly - and humming along to the Christmas music blaring from the speakers. He was wearing a gold-and-black outfit (because he wanted to “break tradition” and wear something other than red, white, or green) complete with glitter and a lattice of gold necklaces draped across his chest. His cheeks had a rosy flush to them, and Alec thought his eyes seemed even brighter than usual, almost downright luminous. He smiled and made his way over to his roommate of two years, best friend of three. Finally, someone at this godforsaken party that he could stand to be around.

“Having fun?” Magnus asked when he saw Alec approaching.

Alec grimaced a little. “You know I’m not.”

“Yeah, I do,” Magnus replied. “But maybe we can change that.”

Alec’s eyebrows drew together with confusion and he gave Magnus a baffled look. “What do you mean?”

“How long has it been since you kissed someone?”

Alec blushed, startled by Magnus’s sudden question. “I, uh, w-why do you ask?”

“Well, it’s been way too long for me, and I thought maybe we could both kiss someone tonight,” Magnus suggested, an impish smile on his lips. His brown eyes seemed to sparkle under the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree. Alec inhaled sharply. Was Magnus really asking him what he thought he was asking him?

Magnus gestured to the mistletoe hanging from the tree next to them. “It is tradition, after all.”

Alec rolled his eyes and tried to hide the way his heart raced at Magnus’s proposition. “It’s a stupid tradition.”

Magnus’s face fell. “You don’t want to?”

“No, no, I mean yes, I mean - ” Alec stumbled over his words, his cheeks flaming pink. “Yes, I, uh, I do want to. But maybe not while you’re under the influence?”

“I’m not drunk,” Magnus reassured him, and held out his cup for Alec to inspect. “See? There’s at least ¾ of that left. I’m about as sober as one can be at these parties without being you, Alexander.”

Alec hesitated, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “But you - ”

“There is a difference between drinking and drunk,” Magnus continued. “I promise you, I am fully aware of what I’m doing. I’m not drunk.” He leaned in close to whisper conspiratorially in Alec’s ear, a playful smirk on his lips. “But everyone else is. Which means...?”

“They won’t remember this in the morning,” Alec finished, realisation dawning on him.

“Precisely,” Magnus purred.

Alec blushed and looked away. “You, you really want to...do that with me?”

“Yes,” Magnus answered immediately. “And it’s okay to say it, Alexander,” he teased. “Go ahead. Say it. Kiss me.”

“I, okay,” Alec breathed. He stepped closer, into Magnus’s space, and leaned forward until he could rest his hands on Magnus’s hips. “Magnus, will you kiss me?”

“Of course, Alexander.”

As Magnus’s lips met his and sparks exploded behind Alec’s eyes, he couldn’t help but think that he might be convinced to start liking parties if this happened at each one.

~ ~ ~

“Alexander, is that you?”

Alec winced guiltily and let the door fall shut behind him. “Yeah,” he called back, hoping his tone of voice wouldn’t give him away. He wanted to get settled first, try to think of a way to explain this to Magnus where he didn’t end up sounding like a jerk or a coward or, worse, both. His hopes were dashed, however, when Magnus emerged from their shared bedroom and regarded him with an expectant sort of eagerness.

Magnus’s smile disappeared when he saw the look on Alec’s face. He walked towards Alec until he was just close enough to wrap his arms around him. “They didn’t take it well?”

Alec closed his eyes, fighting back the urge to cry. “They, uh, they didn’t take it at all,” he mumbled. “I didn’t tell them.”

Magnus drew away from Alec, his eyes guarded. “I thought we agreed you would tell them tonight.”

“I know, I know, and I’m sorry,” Alec rushed out. “I-I just, they were all having so much fun, and I couldn’t work it into conversation, and I-I’m sorry, Magnus.”

“Stop making excuses,” Magnus snapped, and his chocolate brown eyes filled with tears. “You didn’t tell them because you didn’t want to tell them, Alexander.” He looked immeasurably hurt, and Alec didn’t know what to do or say to soothe away his pain when he was the one who’d caused it.

“I’m sorry,” Alec offered helplessly. His own hazel eyes burned with unshed tears. “I’m so sorry, Magnus.”

Magnus sighed, and with that action, all of the anger drained out of him. “It’s okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be pushing you like this. I know how hard it is to come out.”

Alec shifted awkwardly, still feeling guilty. “I just don’t want to lose them.”

“I understand,” Magnus said. He was avoiding Alec’s eyes. “They’re your siblings.”

“And you’re my boyfriend,” Alec said softly. “I shouldn’t be putting you in second place.”

“It’s okay,” Magnus reassured him immediately, but the words rang empty and hollow in the space between them. Alec swallowed hard. He had to fix this.

“No, it isn’t,” he said, and a few of the tears from before spilled over. Alec choked on a little sob. He didn’t know what to do. He knew, he knew, that they had long since passed the time when most couples came out, and he knew that was his fault. Magnus made a soft noise in the back of his throat and wiped Alec’s tears away with the pad of his thumb.

“Alexander, I never want to pressure you into coming out,” Magnus said softly, reaching for Alec’s hand and tangling their fingers together. “But I refuse to be just a fling to you. I will not be a, a fuck buddy or someone that you love in private and never tell your family about. I will not be your dirty secret, Alec.” Tears were sliding down his cheeks, but his voice was firm.

“Are-Are you breaking up with me?” Alec whispered, hardly daring to breathe.

“Is, is that what you want?” Magnus’s voice shook.

“No!” Alec exclaimed. “No, god, Magnus, never.”

“Okay.” Magnus exhaled with relief. “Good. That’s, that’s good.”

“So you’re not breaking up with me, then?” Alec ventured carefully. He unconsciously squeezed Magnus’s hand tighter. Even the thought of it made him want to sob uncontrollably. They couldn’t break up. He loved Magnus, wanted him, needed him in his life. Alec didn’t know what he would do without Magnus. They’d come so far, and now Alec couldn’t imagine who he would be without Magnus by his side.

“No, I am not breaking up with you,” Magnus reassured him. He sidled closer and placed a soft, barely-there kiss to Alec’s lips. “I love you way too much to ever do that.”

Alec exhaled with relief. “Thank god. I love you, too.” He turned his head just enough so that he could bury his face in Magnus’s shoulder. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d be just fine,” Magnus said, combing his fingers through Alec’s messy black hair. Alec made a sound of protest against Magnus’s shoulder, and Magnus shushed him gently. “So where do we go from here?”

“I’m going to come out,” Alec reassured his boyfriend of thirteen months. “I promise. I just need some time.”

“How much time?”

“I don’t know.” Alec pressed himself closer to Magnus, sniffing a little. “I’m scared.”

Magnus felt his heart break at those words, and he held Alec to him as tightly as he could. “I know you are, darling. It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

“I know.” Alec took a deep breath and pulled away from Magnus, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand and giving his boyfriend a brave smile. “I’ll do it at graduation.” When Magnus didn’t respond, Alec hurried on: “That’ll give me a few months to plan how I want to do it, what I’ll say, and everything else that comes in between.” He inhaled shakily. “With any luck, I’ll be valedictorian, and I can tell everyone then.”

“The whole school?” Magnus asked incredulously. “Alexander, are you sure?”

“Go big or go home,” Alec grinned at Magnus. “Aren’t you always saying that?”

Magnus rolled his eyes. “This isn’t quite what I meant, darling.”

Alec chuckled and leaned forward to place a soft kiss to Magnus’s lips. “Graduation. I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Alexander.”

~ ~ ~

The words of the Dean floated in and out of Alec’s mind without really clicking, and his voice became a low, background sound. Alec took a deep breath, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He could do this. He could. He had to.

Magnus picked at a thread on his gown in the audience, watching Alec closely. He was looking more and more nervous with each passing second, and only Magnus knew that he wasn’t just nervous for his valedictorian speech.

Magnus bit his lip, hard, to stave off the sudden onslaught of tears that threatened. Alec wasn’t going to do it. He was going to bail. It was too much, not the right time, a bad idea, something. It was always something. Magnus knew he was being irrational, petty, even, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He felt more and more like a dirty secret, just somebody to pass the time, with each day that went by with them hiding their relationship from the outside world. Did Alec even really care for him? Or was all this a lie, and Magnus was just a way for Alec to blow off some steam after finals?

Magnus dug his nails into his palms, cursing himself internally. He wasn’t being fair. Still, his breath caught in his throat as the Dean finished his speech and handed the microphone to Alec. He swallowed hard. This was it. The moment of truth. Time to see what, or rather who, Alec cared about more.

Alec felt like he’d been handed the cure for cancer when the Dean gave him the mic; it was great, of course, but he had no idea what to do with it. He found himself wishing desperately that he’d taken Magnus’s advice about using notecards. This was going to be a disaster.

Alec cleared his throat loudly, wincing when the feedback made his mic whine. He took a deep, steadying breath and found Magnus in the audience. He could do this. He was going to do this.

“Uh, hi,” Alec began, and a few of the audience members snickered. He saw Magnus turn around and glare at them, and Alec’s lips quirked upward into an almost-but-not-quite smile. “I’m Alec Lightwood, your valedictorian, as I’m sure you all already know.”

There were a few murmurs of agreement, and he heard Jace yell, “Get on with it!” Alec grinned and watched in his peripheral vision as Izzy elbowed him, hard, making him yelp.

“This year has been...a lot for so many of us, myself included,” Alec continued, hoping his voice wasn’t shaking too badly. “But, just as I hope you all had people there to help you, I had people who helped me.” He smiled at Jace and Izzy, who stopped bickering long enough to smile back at him. “My siblings, my friends, and my teachers all kept me afloat this year. I’m forever grateful to them for helping me get to where I am right now.”

He paused to take a breath, his grip on the mic tightening. “I never thought I’d be standing here, valedictorian certificate in my hand.” He smiled at the audience. “This is honestly a dream come true.”

Alec paused and looked out at Magnus. This was it.

“And though I have a lot of people to thank for that, there’s one person who has been there for me through it all, one person who has seen the half-insane, sleep-deprived version of me cramming for a final, one person who has endured all of my rants and proofread all of my essays, and he is the reason that I’m standing here today.”

Alec took a deep breath and fought to calm his racing heart. He could do this.

“That person is my - ” Alec choked on the word ‘boyfriend’ and stopped, searching for Magnus in the crowd. When he found him, tears began to pool in Alec’s eyes. Magnus looked devastated, betrayed, even. Above all, the disappointment on his face was impossible to conceal.

Alec swallowed hard. No. That was enough. That was enough! He was tired of lying and hiding and pretending and hurting the people he loved. He was so damn tired of this. Alec cleared his throat and lifted the microphone once again.

“That person is my roommate and best friend, Magnus Bane. If Magnus would please come up here with me, I would like to specially thank him for everything he’s done for me.”

The audience cheered and clapped, and Magnus, looking rightfully confused, was ushered out of his seat and pushed towards the stage.

Alec watched his progression raptly, his breath catching at the sight of Magnus in his blue graduation gown. He looked just as beautiful as that first night, illuminated by the fluorescent lighting of the recital hall instead of the twinkling lights of their dormitory Christmas tree. His hair was gelled into spikes and he’d applied blue highlights for the graduation. Glitter dusted his cheekbones and his eyes, usually a soft, kind brown, seemed to flash gold underneath the brilliant lighting of the stage. Midnight blue painted fingernails gripped the railing as he walked up, and Alec felt an overwhelming urge to cry. He was so beautiful. Magnus was so beautiful, and he had chosen Alec.

When Magnus reached him, Alec raised the mic to his lips once more and said: “Magnus is my best friend, my closest confidante, the one person who has been there for me through all of the ups and downs, and he means the world to me. He helped me figure out who I am and when I needed him the most, he was always right where I expected him to be. He’s given so much to me, and it’s about time I give something back to him.” Alec let the mic fall from his fingers and clatter to the stage floor. He turned to face Magnus, emotion building in his chest, and he knew what he had to do.

“What are you doing?” Magnus hissed.

“The right thing,” Alec replied. “What I should have done a long time ago.” With that, Alec dragged Magnus towards him by the sleeves of his graduation gown and kissed him, full and hard and unashamed.

The audience didn’t gasp or exclaim, at least not right away, like they always did in all of those teen movies, but their surprise was certainly palpable enough. Alec grinned against Magnus’s lips, still kissing him. Magnus tasted as wonderful and breathtaking as he had that first time over a year ago, and Alec was hit with an overwhelming sense of pride, of joy, of rightness. He knew then that, no matter how everyone reacted, he’d made the right choice.

By the time Alec and Magnus broke apart, the crowd was no longer silent. There were cheers and whoops, shouting and various exclamations of surprise. Alec smirked. No one had expected the valedictorian to be gay. No one had expected Alec to be Magnus’s choice. No one had expected this.

People were rushing onstage, ignoring the shouts of the Dean to remain seated and calm, and Alec spied Jace & Izzy among them. He exchanged a glance with Magnus, and Magnus nodded, waving him away. “Go. Talk to your siblings.” Alec shot him a grateful look and winked once before disappearing into the crowd.

Magnus watched him go, his lips twisted into a grin. He was really going to have to stop underestimating Alexander, it seemed. His boyfriend was absolutely full of surprises.

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soup-for-breakfast-99 · 4 years ago

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Thomastair - Forgive Me

This is my first time posting fanfic on here, so feedback welcome. Check out my Wattpad for more @/Amelia-jai-herondale

I don’t know why the paragraphs look weird. Please ignore.

As summer faded, dusk had begun to set over London just as dinner was over, and with a curt goodnight to his mother Alastair retired to his room which was already cast in twilight. He lit a taper at his desk and sat down to his nightly ritual. Every night since Cordelia's engagement party Alastair would return to his room, take out a pen and paper and write in his neatest cursive Dear Mr Lightwood,

And then promptly crumple the paper up and throw it across the room. He did exactly this, and then just like always he took a second piece of paper and wrote Dear Lightwood, but ultimately decided that that sounded even worse. Sappy. He scolded himself. You sound weak. It was supposed to be an apology, not grovelling. No matter how badly he wanted to he wasn't going to grovel. His palms were starting to feel sweaty. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, then took a third sheet and simply wrote Thomas,

And then he blanked. Like always. What do you say to the man you're in love with to apologise for spreading horrific rumours about his family? My sincere apologies for attempting to ruin your life by insinuating that you are a bastard. Or perhaps, It is with great regret I look back on the moment I told everyone we know that your father is an adulterer. There really isn't a good way to say that. Alastair watched with a detached fascination as a drop of ink from the nib of his pen splashed down onto the page, obscuring Thomas' name almost completely. He once again forcefully crumpled the paper into a ball, his face contorting into a grimace as he did so. His hands gripped the parchment so tightly that his knuckles whitened, his arms trembling. Weak. Stupid and weak. With a spasm of movement, he threw the paper as though it were burning and jerkily stood up from the desk, stumbling backwards into the centre of the room. He heard a crash, but his vision was to blurred to see what caused it. The room was spinning. Alastair's breathing was fast and laboured. He pushed a shaking hand through his black hair, feeling sweat on his forehead. Ridiculous. Weak. Stupid. The floor seemed to sway under his slight frame, and Alastair sank to his knees on the floor. Disappointment. Said the voice in Alastair's head that sounded like his father. Weak. Stupid. Disappointment. He clutched at his chest as though us might burst, and noticed distantly that he was crying. Weak. Weak. Weak.

Alastair couldn't be sure how long it had been by the time he woke up. He was lain on the floor of his room, still in his shirt and trousers, his tie feeling to light around his neck. His waistcoat restricted him as he managed to sit up against the wall. Across the room he could see the crumpled remains of his letters littering the floor. The candle on his desk burned low. Just as Alastair prepared to drag himself up off the floor, there was a knock at his door. "

"Master Carstairs? Visitor here to see you. Young man. Handsome boy."

"Thank you, Risa. I'll be right down." Alastair replied groggily. He checked his pocket watch and frowned. A visitor? At this time? At first he thought of Charles, but Risa knew him by name. Perhaps it was Herondale here to discuss Cordelia. He hoped not. He didn't have the patience for James' whining and moping and smiling tonight. "I'll send him up!" He heard Risa shout from halfway down the stairs. "I'll come down!" He yelled, but he was fairly sure she didn't hear. Oh well. Whoever it was would simply have to ignore the state of his room. Alastair stood up from the floor and straightened himself in front of the mirror. He could hear the booming footsteps of a fairly large person on the stairs; someone who was clearly trying to be quiet due to the late hour but failing miserably. Not Herondale then. To big. To respectful. A few moments later there was a firm knock on the door, and Alastair crossed the room to open it. He almost passed out when the door swung open and his eyes met the steady gaze of Thomas Lightwood, huge and striking as always. His warm brown eyes were fixed on his own, and his skin looked a shadowy shade of gold In the dim light from the hall. Alastair could smell the taller man's cologne; sandalwood and something sweet, and he could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It was only then that Alastair noticed how close they were standing, and that he had been staring at Thomas in silence for the last fifteen seconds. He look a stumbling step back, and wordlessly welcomed Thomas into the room. Mustering all the strength he had, Alastair forced down the carefully constructed mask of indifference over his face and turned to close the door. "What," Alastair began with perhaps a little too much venom "are you doing here? And so late?"

"Good evening to you too Carstairs. What a fine night it is. Are you well?" Thomas said with an even expression. Thomas, who always wore his heart on his sleeve, was for once unreadable. "Am I well? What kind of question is that? Why are you here, Lightwood?" If writing a letter to Thomas has been hard enough to send him crying to sleep each night for two weeks, standing here looking at him now, was like a dagger in Alastair's side, tearing violently through him. "Clave business. I'm here to inform you that the demon activity in this area is twice the average for London. As the eldest active shadowhunter this area, it is your responsibility to investigate and report back to the head of the London institute promptly. Will Herondale will be waiting to hear from you in the next fortnight." Thomas spoke evenly, no anger detectable in his voice. Alastair tilted his head slightly, attempting to look taller next to his giant companion. "You came here now, at 2am, to tell me I have to complete a report in two weeks?" Thomas swallowed hard, and Alastair watched his Adam's apple Bob under his pale skin. He noticed then the sheen of sweat on Lightwood's muscled neck, and wondered how he could he hot with the window wide open. "Um- well... I just thought you would want to know as soon as possible." Thomas stuttered. He ran his hand through his mousey brown hair, and Alastair caught a glimpse of his tattoo through the thin fabric of his shirt sleeve. He remembered Paris, touching the soft skin of Thomas bare arm, and shivered.

“And why are you the one telling me this?" Alastair asked.

"I- I uh... I volunteered. Said I'd tell you."

"Why?"

The two men stared at each other.

"I- I wanted to see you. To talk to you." Thomas' voice was almost a whisper, and his eyes were fixed on the floor.

"Why? You hate me." Alastair said matter of factly. Thomas' head shot up at record speed and his eyes met Alastair's intensely, suddenly a shade darker. "I don't hate you. I- I could never... I could never hate you Alastair." It was Alastair's turn to stare at the floor, suddenly feeling unworthy of Thomas' heavy gaze. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. "I hate what you did. It was vile. You hurt the people I love. You hurt Matthew in ways you could never imagine. You hurt my aunt Charlotte and uncle Henry. You hurt my father and mother, who have already been through so much. You-" Thomas sucked in a deep breath, as though only in his hesitation did he remember to breathe. His words were like a tidal wave and now that they were coming they wouldn't stop. "You hurt me in the worst way, because I trusted you. I believed that you were better then you acted. I believed in you and you hurt me. You let me down. And I hate that. But I will never hate you, Alastair. Hating you... hating you would hurt me more than anything you could ever say to me."

Alastair's bones felt weak, and his whole body was shaking. He mustered the strength to look up, and his tearful eyes met Thomas'. He was crying too, and that was enough to tear down Alastair's defences completely. "Forgive me, Thomas. Please. I would give anything, anything in this world. I would give my life to show you how sorry I am for the pain I have caused you and your family. I have done cruel and terrible things in my fear and shame, and for that I deserve no kindness. I am not worthy of your forgiveness Thomas. Your kindness is too beautiful and too wonderful to be wasted on me, but I beg of you anyway, for you are my last hope at respite from my own self destruction. I beg of you Thomas Lightwood, forgive me." He was crying freely now, his cheeks striped with tears. His voice was raw and hoarse.

There was a moment, a frame frozen in time, where the two men simply looked at each other, both holding the others heart in their hands. No one moved. No one spoke. There was only silence.

All of a sudden, Thomas took a confident step forward and placed his hands firmly on Alastair's shoulders, and slid his left to rest in the crook of Alastair's neck. "You are not infernal, Alastair Carstairs. You are still an angel. You have not yet fallen." He pushes Alastair's chin up so that his dark eyes were visible past the curtain of lashes. "I forgive you. Of course I forgive you. Condemnation would mean you never learn. You have such a kind heart, Querido. You deserve a chance to learn to show it."

Alastair continued to cry, a fresh wave of tears. Tears of relief. "And if you'll let me, Alastair, i would like to get to know that heart. Perhaps you were so cruel because no one had shown you kindness as they should. No one has taught you that you are so incredibly deserving of kindness. Of love. No one had shown you that you are valuable. Allow me. Allow me to show you. I beg that of you, Alastair." Thomas was breathless and rambling and it still sounded like poetry to Alastair. His head spun. Thomas' hands were still on his shoulders, a steady weight keeping him grounded. "I- I do not deserve that. Thank you, sincerely, your forgiveness means more than you can know. But any more than that is not what I have earned." Their bodies were inches apart, Alastair could smell his cologne again, and finally placed it as sandalwood and rose.

"Your pain is not earned either. Let me take it from you. Let me help you." Thomas was begging now.

"Why?" Alastair gasped between tears. "Becau- because I-..." he let out a dramatic sigh, and with some force, Thomas pulled Alastair against him and bent his head so that their lips were inches apart. They paused for a moment, breathing the same air, and then Alastair's arms went around Thomas, and they crashed together desperately. Alastair pressed himself as close as possible, his body curving against him as though he would otherwise die. Thomas clutched tightly to Alastair's waistcoat, almost tearing the fabric as he held the boy firm but gently against him. Their lips slip together in the messy kiss of young and unexperienced passion, the occasional clash of teeth causing Thomas to smile uncontrollably, until he was taken off guard by the feeling of Alastair's tongue against his lips. He gasped, and then groaned, "Alastair..."

“Thomas...”

#thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowhunters #the last hours #the infernal devices #chain of gold #chain of iron #thomastair #lightstairs #fanfic #shadowhunters fanfiction #gay #angst #angst with a happy ending #fluff #angst and fluff

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half-bakedboy · 5 years ago

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MERRY CHRISTMAS @trashforaleclightwood. HERE’S MY HORRIBLE ATTEMPT AT ANGST THAT I HOPE YOU LOVE.

Read Winter Not-So-Wonderland on AO3

Alec hated winter. Winter in New York was colder than it needed to be, busier than anyone wanted it to be, and had treacherous weather that changed people’s lives. As the scalding coffee burned it’s way down Alec’s throat, the memories flooded through him. Bright lights, wide eyes, screeching metal, the burning smell…

Alec shook his head abruptly, shaking off the dread creeping up on him as it always did this time of year. Christmas Eve was always one of Alec’s favorite days of the year. Family tradition dictated each of the Lightwood children would open one present. Jace would open a piece of sports equipment and lock himself in the basement for the rest of the night to try it out. Izzy would open a new makeup product and spend hours putting it on and taking it off. Alec would open a book that he’d spend the night getting lost in. And Max would get the same as whatever sibling he had attached himself to that year.

Last year, Max opened two tickets to a late night screening of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. He had begged Alec to read the book with him a few months prior after Alec’s first boyfriend, Magnus, gifted it to him. Max had immediately became obsessed with the series as every 9-year-old did. When Alec found out a local theater was doing a special Christmas Eve showing, Alec convinced his parents to let the brothers skip the family movie night. Magnus picked them up in front of their house and the three started their adventure as the snow started to fall.

The bell above the front door of Alec’s favorite cafe sounded, breaking Alec from his thoughts once more. Luke’s booming voice and a squeal from Clary had Alec looking away from his Harry Potter book for the first time in hours.

“I thought we had lost you to LA, you son of a bitch,” Luke yelled, pulling the man into a tight hug. Alec couldn’t see his face but a pang of sadness shot through his heart. Clary pushed her father away to throw her arms around the man’s neck.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming by!” Clary practically screamed. Alec couldn’t help but think the whole exchange was less than business like but that wasn’t rare when it came to Clary. He thought maybe the thought was just a bit of anxiety seeping out.

“Biscuit, how could I not see you and your father for this holiday?” At the sound of his smooth voice, Alec’s entire body froze, the book in his hand dropping with a loud thump on the table. Luke seemed to notice, his eyes widening as they shot toward Alec.

“Are you here for Christmas? Please tell me you are!” Clary asked hopefully, her eyes begging her words to be true. The man chuckled and stroked a hand through Clary’s hair. Alec’s heart constricted, his breath quickening. He remembered how those comforting hands felt on him.

“Yes, Biscuit, I am going to be spending Christmas here. In fact, my company is opening a new store in New York so…” The man waved his hands, an extravagant gesture that somehow looked normal coming from him. “As of yesterday, I’m home,” he finished. The squeal from Clary knocked Alec out of his daze and his hand flung out to grab his book for comfort. The motion was too quick, though, and before he knew it his coffee was pouring onto the table. Any other day, he wouldn’t have cared that his book was covered in coffee, but this was Max’s book. The one thing of Max’s that Alec cherished so deeply. He cursed loudly and grabbed the novel, wiping it rapidly with his hand. A pair of manicured hands handed him paper towels and he froze again.

“Alexander…” The man said softly, his hand resting on the small of Alec’s back. Alec jumped at the touch and ignored the hurt look that flashed across the mans face.

“Magnus,” Alec whispered, the panic obvious in his voice. He closed his eyes as memories overtook him again.

“Magnus, do you think there will be other Ravenclaw’s there? I’m wearing the hat you brought me so people can be sure to know I’m a Ravenclaw!” Max yelled excitedly from the back seat. He had taken his seatbelt off so he could lean over the center console to show Magnus the blue and bronze winter beanie he begged Magnus to get him. Magnus chuckled and patted his head gently. Alec looked on, smiling softly and tried to ignore the flutter in his stomach.

“Of course there will be. Ravenclaw’s have a way of finding each other, anyways. It's cleverness that comes with the territory,” Magnus replied smoothly. Alec pushed Max’s head so he was sitting back in his seat.

“Will you please buckle up?! It’s insane how many times I have to ask you,” Alec said, clearly annoyed at his sibling. Magnus chuckled and rolled his eyes dramatically, peaking over at Alec.

“That’s Alec’s Slytherin showing. Always has to take the lead.” Max’s bubbling laughter filled the air as he reached back for his seatbelt. Alec was looking back toward him, shaking his head at the banter between the two people he loved most. He saw the quick flash of terror in Max’s face before…

Alec was brought back by Clary’s soothing hand on his shoulder and Luke’s baritone voice saying his name. When his eyes opened, he saw Magnus with his eyes shining with tears. His own lingered but he had gotten used to keeping them hidden. He brushed off Clary’s hand and pushed himself off of the wall he had slumped on to.

“I’m okay, I’m good…” Alec trailed off as he noticed the subtle tremble of Magnus’ body. They couldn’t take their eyes off of each other and Alec knew that Magnus hadn’t forgotten that night either. He felt Clary squeeze his shoulder even tighter and reached up to place his hand on top of hers. “I’m okay, Clary, really,” he muttered. Clary nodded and moved back behind the counter, busying herself with mindless chores. Luke noticed the intense stares of the two men and followed closely after her.

“Are you okay?” Alec broke the silence, taking an unexpected step forward. Magnus nodded slowly, his hand instinctively reaching out toward Alec. The movement stopped when Alec flinched away. He couldn’t help it. The sight of Magnus had brought the accident to the forefront of his mind. Christmas Eve was already hard enough without the added reminder.

“Alexander, I didn’t… I heard you moved upstate,” Magnus commented, waving his hands again in a familiar way that had Alec’s breath catching in his throat. Alec shrugged, placing the soft cover book in his back pocket and shrugging on his jacket.

“I moved back. Figured it was time to… move on,” Alec said softly. His eyes met Magnus’ once more and he couldn’t help the soft sigh that left his lips. He took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them, Magnus had turned toward the door. “Are you free?” Alec said abruptly. Magnus stopped his hasty exit and peeked over his shoulder.

“Yeah, yes, of course I am,” Magnus practically exclaimed. Alec let a soft smile spread across his lips as he left the cafe with Magnus. He could feel the frigid air against his face and see his breath mingling with Magnus’. If he was truthful to himself, he would realize how much he missed this.

“How have you been? I’ve… I’ve really missed you, Magnus,” Alec admitted. The hazy breath in front of them became heavier at Magnus’ relieved sigh. Magnus stopped his stride and turned toward Alec, tears still shining in his eyes.

“I wasn’t sure if I should have come back. Our last conversation…” Magnus shook his head, his eyes wandering to the dusting of snow across the pavement. He shuddered and Alec knew it was his own memories haunting him.

“Our last conversation wasn’t fair. We both bought Max those tickets and neither of us took off his seatbelt. There wasn’t anything you could have done to change things,” Alec said sternly. It had taken months for Alec to believe that. When he’d finally done so, Magnus was gone.

“Guilt was the hardest thing to get over. Max…” Magnus trailed off with a shake of his head and a tear slid down his cheek. Alec moved quick, wrapping his arms around Magnus tightly. He was expecting memories of that night to overwhelm him at Magnus’ tough as they had done before but instead, another memory came

“Alec, help!” Max screamed. Alec went to turn toward the shout but a heavy weight jumped on his back. He crouched down to absorb the impact and his hands flung back to keep the child on his back.

“Max! You can’t just jump on people,” Magnus yelled. Alec was about to agree until Magnus continued. “That is absolutely against the rules!” Alec rolled his eyes before he dropped his hands, Max sliding off his back and landing on the floor with a grunt. He shot up onto his feet and jumped over the back of the couch, effectively providing a barrier between Magnus and himself.

“You’re both children and I have no patience for this tonight,” Alec said. He meant for the bitterness that usually encapsulated his tone to show but he couldn’t help the laughter that shone instead.

“You love us, Alexander,” Magnus teased as he placed a quick peck on Alec’s cheek. Max gagged but quickly regretted the reaction as Magnus pounced over the couch. The two tumbled to the floor, Magnus pinning Max to the ground and messing up his perfectly styled hair.

“Magnus!” A cheery voice squealed. Magnus pulled away from Alec quicker than Alec wanted, but a smile overtook Alec’s face at Magnus’ wide eyes. Alec walked over to the new arrival, his eyebrow raising.

“Max, you know your crutches don’t grip on the pavement when it snows!” Alec chastised. Max rolled his eyes in a familiar way and moved toward Magnus.

“You would think this one would stop being so ‘big brother’ now that I’m double digits but here we are,” Max said, his voice getting louder to make sure Alec could hear him. Alec rolled his own eyes and watched the two. “You disappeared,” Max mumbled, placing himself in front of Magnus.

“I did. I’m… I’m sorry, Max,” Magnus said. He went to look away but Max launched himself into Magnus’ arms, surprising both men.

“Max, Jesus Christ, you can’t do that anymore!” Alec yelled as he grabbed a fallen crutch off the ground. Max held to Magnus tighter, Magnus doing the same.

“Uh-uh, Alec. Dr. Jenny says that I can do everything I did before,” Max teased. He squirmed out of Magnus’ grasp and stole the crutch back from his brother. “Which is why you both are taking me to go see Harry Potter. It starts in 10 minutes and it’s about a 2 minute walk for an abled kid so we’ll be cutting it close.” Max started in the direction of the theater, leaving a shocked Magnus and a chuckling Alec behind him.

“So…” Magnus started, not taking his eyes off of Alec. Alec just chuckled and started after his brother.

“He hated last winter until the last drop of snow melted off of our lawn. He hated Harry Potter until he found his Ravenclaw beanie shoved in the back of his closet. Max spent a lot of time hating what had happened to him. Then one day he didn’t,” Alec said by way of explanation. Magnus looked over at him, his golden eyes shining in just the way Alec remembered.

“And you?” Magnus inquired. Alec nudged his shoulder against Magnus’ and looked up at the sky before meeting Magnus' eyes once more.

“Winter isn’t looking so bad right about now.”

#this is so not great #but its the first thing ive written in months #so take it easy on me #i hope you like it blaire ♥️#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec fic #my writing

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im-out-of-it · 2 months ago

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shadowhunters show should’ve asked for volunteers to help write the storylines because I ME MYSELF AND I WOULD HAVE VOLUNTEERED AND I WOULD HAVE DISMISSED SOME OF THE WRITERS BECAUSE I HAVE GRAND IDEAS

I just started season two and it’s been a migraine already 😭 like Alec has such patience because I would have had him going off on jace

THIS MAN HAS ALMOST DIED TWICE FOR JACE AND FOR WHAT?????????

I do think Alec tells people off as he should but I don’t think it’s enough. guaranteed, it’s a shit ton more than book Alec but how has he not lost his mind? I know for fucking sure that Alec did not get paid enough to deal with any of that. and there isn’t enough Advil to cure Alec of his migraines he has daily because of jace and clary

SEND THEM BOTH TO IDRIS STAT

at least I can count on Magnus

and at least alec goes off on clary but-

I JUST WISH ALEC WOULD GO OFF ON JACE BECAUSE YOUR BESTIE SHOULDNT BE MAKING YOUR LIFE THAT MISERABLE

Alec shouldn’t be on his deathbed TWICE in over just 14 bloody episodes

if I was hired, I would have cut that CLACE shit out and have Alec stand up for himself. actually have the downworlders featured more. and I stated this before, but I would have loved to see Alec or Izzy have the more powerful gifts because I’ve had enough of basic bitches thinking they’re normal and then taking advantage of those supposed gifts when they find out they have power. it’s boring, tiresome, been overdone too much

but imagine how much better the show could’ve been if they rid as much of CLACE as possible?????? (also just get the whole rights because I would love TID and TLH adapted but not if CC is behind it) (she would destroy it)

and all the book fans would be so angry lmao

no I’m just saying like it makes me mad how much Alec sacrifices himself for jace and for what? why are we sacrificing so much here? Jace continues to make stupid choice after another and he almost pays zero consequences for it?????? everyone is so determined to save his life and clary’s????? FOR WHAT?????? Alec got his ass handed so many times in season one and I haven’t seen anyone as much apologize, show gratitude for Alec, or change their behavior towards him. Jace told Alec that his best wasn’t good enough- so why are we having Alec save jace over and over again?????

I’m glad they made the lightwoods the stars because they obviously didn’t get good treatment in the books. LOVE MY FAV FAMILY (and yes I will hate on the herondales because they deserve it. I don’t care if they have golden eyes or if CC views them as the best. they’re abusive (most) and never change their ways and think it’s okay to treat others as if they’re beneath them)

I’m ending my rant but they both irritate the fucking soul out of me. Jace is supposed to be so strong and powerful but both he and clary would be dead without Alec Izzy magnus etc trio and I’ve seen on an occasion where Alec kept up with Jace in terms of fighting

me anytime I see jace:

but I can appreciate the show for doing what they could’ve without totally changing the whole concept of the series. because jace and clary book versions are absolutely insufferable. if anyone has never read the books or haven’t in a while, you’ll be amazed at how atrocious their book versions are. and Alec hardly ever stands up for himself there. like you’ll watch the show and think wow some of this is cringe and then appreciate it after you read the books because ITS NOT THAT BAD LMAO

no because I always get so vexed with clary and Jace show versions but then I think about their book counterparts and then I’m like ok so it could’ve been worse 😭

I’m for real done but I’m just here for Malec so everyone, carry on

I’ll need to stock up on Advil for the upcoming CLACE scenes PLEASE KEEP ME IN YOUR THOUGHTS

#anti cassandra clare #anti cc #just my stupid opinions #alec lightwood #anti jace herondale #anti clary fray #shadowhunters tv #show alec is superior #anti clace #show Izzy is superior #I love watching the show but I wish I could just edit it to where it’s only Malec content #and I love doing my analyzing #but the show had the capability to change it and not have it be the books #so I wish they would have went further with that #how has Alec not lost his bloody mind yet #or Izzy at least?????#she sees how jace treats her brother and is like oh well #I’m sorry but if I saw my brother almost dying twice jace would have an earful #but he’s herondale royalty so I guess he can have shit handed to him and he can do whatever #I don’t get why his life needs saving constantly #also he’s unattractive because of his ugly personality #this just became heavily anti jace post but that’s okay #putting anti cc on all show shadowhunter posts because i don’t want an pro book fans hating on my shit #shadowhunter show is superior #can you imagine how terribly awful the show could have been #just saying that they could have been worse

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thelightofthebane · 5 years ago

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The magic we create

Summary: It has been one year since Magnus lost his magic.

But Alec has a magical surprise for him.

Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alexander Lightwood

Tags: Magnus without magic, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Good Boyfriend Alec Lightwood, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Alec Lightwood Loves Magnus Bane, Magnus Bane Loves Alec Lightwood, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

You can also read here: ao3

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It has been one year since Magnus lost his magic.

The whole ordeal with Lilith and Jonathan wrapped up after some months, and everything went back to normal.

Well, the most normal that it was possible. There were still demons, there were still problems everywhere, and life continued for everyone.

In the beginning, Magnus felt his life was the only that really stopped. Alec, Izzy, Clary, and Jace went on missions, fought demons, and did all the messy Shadowhunter things they were already used to. Raphael was happy with his new Mundane life and studying to become a Priest. Simon became a good ambassador for New York’s vampires, and Maia was one of the best Alphas to ever lead the main Werewolf pack of the city. Lorenzo was still the High Warlock of Brooklin. Catarina still worked at the hospital and Mazdie was becoming a wonderful and strong Warlock with a talent for healing magic just like her mother.

But Magnus… Magnus felt empty. Useless. Just a burden for everyone.

It took a lot of time and effort to feel otherwise. He didn’t want anybody to feel pity for him, and that scared and angered him more than anything, but they never treated him differently. He still could make some potions – the ones that didn’t require spells to finish them. People still called him for advice. They still entered his home without knocking first.

Home. He built a new one with Alec. They moved in together to a much smaller apartment than his previous loft, but it still was a cozy place. Their place. And Alec never once stopped showering him with love and patience and understanding. Once, after being a bit tipsy, his boyfriend confessed a plan he had considered to put in action. To make a deal with Asmodeus and bring Magnus’ magic back. Magnus was furious for him even thinking about that. They had a very long and heartfelt discussion about communication and self-sacrificing deeds without the other’s consent. They’ve already dealt with too much shit to persist in such mistakes.

Time passed by, and even if it wasn’t much better, he didn’t feel so lost anymore. Even though he had already accepted his fate without magic and immortality, he never stopped looking for a way to get it back. Neither Alec. With hope, maybe someday things would be different.

~*~

It was almost Spring again, but it never snowed that year. Winter was just… cold, gray. The beautiful white didn’t come, as if even the sky was tired of crying.

The sun was setting, giving its last rays of warmth before the chilly night took over. Magnus was at their balcony, absently looking at the city while waiting for his boyfriend to come home. He missed the snow. Once, he conjured some for Alec to humor him and was awarded a big and boyish smile that made Alec's hazel eyes even brighter. And now… He couldn’t even warm them, and they had to rely on blankets and hot coffee.

“Hey, Magnus!” Alec called from their front door, and Magnus promptly walked back to the living room, welcoming his boyfriend with a kiss.

“I’m happy that you got the night off today, but didn’t you say this week would be hellish due to some Clave’s business?” He tried to take out Alexander’s sweater, but his Shadowhunter wouldn’t stop giving him small pecks all over his face.

“Yes, but I’ve already finished some things and let Izzy deal with the rest. Tonight I’m all yours and…” His voice trailed off for a moment before gaining strength again. He grinned. “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” Magnus furrowed his brows, a bit taken aback. He still didn’t like surprises, but he learned a long time ago that it was okay to trust Alec with them.

Alec nodded and took a blindfold from his pants’ pocket. “Do you trust me?”

“Always.” Magnus smiled, and it was enough for Alec. He kissed him one more time and then blindfolded him.

“I will take you to our garden. You’re going to hear a loud noise, but don’t worry, okay?” Alec dragged Magnus to the middle of their little garden on the rooftop of the building, and then let go of him. For some time, Magnus only heard Alec’s footsteps from a place to another until a really loud roar startled him. It was some kind of machine, a rusty motor trying to work with some difficulty.

“Alexander?” Magnus called but didn’t receive an answer. He was beginning to feel anxious, and when he decided to take off the blindfold, he felt something cold on his right cheek. Then, his left ear. His hair. Like… Ice.

Like snow.

It was snowing?

He tried to take off the blindfold, but a hand caught his wrist.

“Don’t take it. Just feel it. Or else, the…” Alec trailed off again, uncertain. He knew his Shadowhunter well enough to recognize the nuances of his voice. And he was almost certain that, besides being nervous, Alec would also be blushing. “The magic won’t fully work.”

Magnus was taken aback with that statement but didn’t push. Trusting Alec, he spread his arms and tilted his head back. The consistency was a bit off, but he could feel like it was really snowing. The cold tingling his nerves like butterfly kisses, the nature embracing him as his magic did once.

He didn’t know how Alec was doing that, and later would ask, but for now, he was grateful for it.

It wasn’t true magic, but somehow it was still magical.

And though Magnus wasn’t whole – and perhaps would never be again without the magic he was born with, he realized something very special that day.

His life still had some kind of magic.

One that didn’t come from blood or heritage or transfusion.

But one that was born from Alexander Gideon Lightwood’s love for Magnus Bane.

#shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alexander lightwood #my writing #The magic we create #ColorfulWarlock #otp: true love cannot die

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bytheangell · 6 years ago

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omg, please write about Malec in Havana

With You Tonight(Read on AO3)

The first thing that strikes Alec about Havana are the colors. There are so many of them, the buildings ranging from soft pastel pinks and greens to bold teals and oranges, bringing immediate life to a city full of rich history. Magnus tells him little details while they walk, opting once they’re there to travel around the mundane ways to fully take in the scenery rather than portal from place to place and miss the beauty in-between.

They stop in small restaurants, little shops barely big enough to fit the two of them, and a number of other places off the beaten path that Magnus added to his ‘must-see’ list throughout the year. Alec wonders how many other people he brought along this same tour, how many times he might have visited on his own… and yet at each and every stop Magnus’ eyes are alight with eagerness at sharing them with him. And all at once it doesn’t matter if he’s the 1st or the 100th to see the small book shop Magnus pulls him into (where he happens to find a very rare, old text on weaponry that he buys for the next time he needs a gift for Isabelle), because it’s the first time they’re experiencing it together, and these are moments only the two of them will have.

Moments Alec plans on cherishing forever.

After a day mostly to themselves, with minimal crowds besides the heavier foot traffic along the main streets at the start and end of the day, Magnus tells him that he does need to take him to one touristy thing before they can call it quits for the night - a night out at the biggest dance club in the city.

The music is loud, the humidity of the day has grown to stifling proportions, so that the black slacks and black dress shirt Alec wears are both sticking to his skin, and yet somehow Magnus doesn’t have a single hair out of place in his fitted maroon top with matching accents in hair that defies the laws of gravity (and weather conditions) with how tall it stands. Magnus draws the eyes of everyone in the room and Alec is among them, eyes trailing down the gold chains that hang down his neck over a long line of exposed skin thanks to many, many undone shirt buttons.

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this,” Alec mumbles, taking little comfort in the eyes he feels on them as Magnus eagerly drags him onto the dance floor despite knowing it isn’t him they’re watching, not really.

“Oh, Alexander, you need to unwind! Just follow my lead, there’s nothing to it.” Magnus insists, and Alec decides to give it a chance.

He’s… not great.

He isn’t terrible. He can read and predict the body movements of another person (a combat skill he took to early on) and he’s practiced dance before in a much more formal setting than half-melting in the heat of a Cuban club, so he doesn’t entirely lack rhythm. But the more he tries to copy Magnus the more aware he becomes of how far from that level he is. In fact, it doesn’t take more than a quick glance around him to see that he’s easily the worst dancer there, something all the more obvious next to Magnus with his hips moving so fluidly you wouldn’t think there were solid bones underneath at all.

It only goes downhill from there. In true Alec Lightwood fashion he begins to overthink, trying too hard and messing up twice as much when he does. He’s tripping over his own feet as often as he is Magnus’, and though his boyfriend laughs it off and smiles each and every time with unlimited patience and amusement in his eyes, Alec is too frustrated with himself to enjoy any of it after very long.

A woman sidles up to them, a dark haired beauty in a red dress with revealing slit up the side and matching red strappy heels, looking Alec up and down in obvious judgement. “You look like you could use a break, darling. Mind if I cut in?”

“Sorry, but I’m afraid I’m-” Magnus begins, ready to send her away without a second thought, but Alec shakes his head.

“Actually, I’m going to go get a drink. Go ahead, if you want. I’ll be right back.” Magnus loves dancing, he loves clubs, and he should be enjoying this place far more than he could possibly be with Alec holding him back. Excusing himself Alec heads towards the bar and orders himself a drink, watching as Magnus and the woman spin and dip, the movements coming as instinctively as breathing.

He looks away and finishes his drink, signalling for a second. The music changes and he makes no move to return to the dance floor, and it isn’t until partway through a third song that he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“What happened to being right back?” Magnus asks, sliding onto the open seat next to him.

“I figured you might like a bit of a break,” Alec says with a dismissive shrug.

“From you?” Magnus sounds confused, and the question is so innocent and unaware of the thoughts swirling in Alec’s head that Alec can’t help but laugh.

“From having to hold up a barely competent dance partner,” he clarifies. “I saw how good she was out there, I figured I’d let you have some actual fun for a bit.”

Magnus shakes his head. “You’re impossible sometimes, Alexander.”

“What? Why?” Alec asks, finishing off his second drink while growing increasingly positive the alcohol and the heat were not a great combination.

“I was enjoying myself because I was with you. Did you really think I’d want to spend the rest of the night with some stranger while my amazing boyfriend sulks by the bar?” “I was not–” Alec starts to argue, but sighs. “Alright, maybe I was sulking a little. Sorry.”

Magnus doesn’t look mad, though. “Don’t be. C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

“No, we can stay! I know how much you were looking forward to this tonight,” Alec insists, not wanting to be the reason Magnus cuts the night short. But Magnus has a curious look in his eyes when he replies, “Oh, don’t think you’ve gotten out of dancing, Alexander.” Magnus winks and him and Alec follows curiously until they’ve disappeared far enough off the beaten path for Magnus to conjure a portal. Alec steps through without hesitation - he’ll follow wherever Magnus leads, trusting him explicitly.

They arrive on the roof of the building they’re staying at - along the water, the sky stretching out above them dark and full of stars.

“Hmmm…” Magnus considers, before conjuring up a few choice items: a record player, a drink cart, and several strings of lights that end up strategically placed around the roof, suspended in mid-air around them. The breeze off of the water is better than the stifling humidity of the club.

“Drink?” Magnus offers, hand poised, waiting expectantly.

Alec smiles and shakes his head. “Maybe after. I believe I owe you a dance first.”

Here, alone with Magnus, Alec doesn’t think twice. They move with the music, Alec closing his eyes and giving himself in to the careful touch of his boyfriend, with no eyes on him besides those that are only ever full of acceptance and love. Without the doubt and the pressure to perform, to live up to the standards set around him, Alec flourishes. He thrives in a way he only ever seems to while he’s with Magnus, and wonders why he couldn’t just do this before. They laugh, dance, and drink for hours, soaking up each other’s company in the limited time they have away from their responsibilities back home. Alec wonders how much more he might be capable of experiencing, of truly enjoying, if he stopped getting in his own way. As he and Magnus take the stairs down to their room, stopping every three steps for one to press the other against the wall with a need to be close that just can’t wait, Alec thinks that with Magnus by his side he might finally find out.

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters #shfanficnexus #sorry this took 100 years fjs;daf;sa #but I hope you like it!!#anon glamour activated #ask rune #elle writes a few deadbeat lines

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kinkymagnus · 6 years ago

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tagged by @iactlikegarfieldonamonday sorry i took forever lmao

20 First Lines and you just copy the first lines of your most recent stories. Bonus: Look for a pattern.

im doing the first three lines or so, and like... okay so i have like 5 fics actually published so imma give y’all a little sneak peek into 15 of the prompts that i have written ;)

1. mercy (here)

Magnus trembled in his arms, moaning as Alec slid a little deeper into him.

The angle was perfect—Magnus was sat on top of him, grinding his hips down so that Alec’s cock went deep into him.

Magnus still wasn’t ready to submit fully in bed—lately, his life had been so out of control, and then with the loss of his magic, he had felt completely powerless. But this… this was the perfect amount.

2. pose (here)

Alec was having a great day.

Really! He was.

He and Magnus had a nice dinner planned tonight, so he was looking forward to that. They'd had some amazing sex before even getting out of bed, leaving him in a relaxed and good mood all day.

3. sitting on the throne (here)

It was quite a sight.

The throne room was closed: it was a large, grand room, and thankfully soundproof.

They were alone, but Magnus felt exposed and watched: it was spacious and there were many shadows to hide in.

It felt like anyone could be watching.

Alec, his personal servant, sat sprawled lazily on the prince's throne.

Magnus sat on his cock.

4. goldenrod (here)

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Alec says lowly, raggedly, his voice breathless and rough with want.

Magnus moaned softly as Alec bit down gently on his neck, nipping and kissing at his skin.

Alec had always had a fondness for marking Magnus up, leaving hickeys all over Magnus’s body (but especially his neck. and his thighs. and his collarbone. and his chest. fuck it, yeah, his whole body).

5. playing with toys (here)

Magnus was dangling between pleasure and pain. The feeling was intense and wonderful, leaving him shivering on the bed.

He was squirming against his tight bonds, wrists pulling helplessly at the silk ties holding him in place. The silk ropes were enchanted to hold back his magic so he was left completely helpless under Alec.

Every part of his body was tingling and burning with pleasure.

OKAY SO THE REST OF THESE ARE JUST. LITTLE TEASERS AT SOME PROMPTS I HAVE PARTIALLY WRITTEN.

none of them have official titles and these are all subject to possible change so. just take them as a teaser for some of the stuff in the works.

(this isn’t a guarantee these will be posted, though, unfortunately. also, there are several that i have docs full of ideas and brainstorming on, but aren’t like, concrete with lines, so they’re not included.

for example, the daddy kink oneshot--i have several pages of ideas and blurbs but no “first lines”. so if your prompt isn’t on here (although it’s probably hard to tell) or if there’s something you asked me about or whatever and you don’t see it, it’s still on my drive, just not here. sorry!)

6. “The TWI AU Where Alec Just Uses Cheesy Pickup Lines Nonstop”

“There are 265 bones in the human body. How would you like one more?”

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Magnus said, huffing a slight laugh.

“Why thank you,” came the reply. “You know how they say the skin is the biggest organ in the human body? Well, not in my case.”

Magnus couldn’t help but laugh a little at that, although he ruthlessly suppressed it behind his fist. “Do you really think these cheesy pick-up lines are going to work?” he asked, lowering his hand once there was no trace of the smile on his face.

He only got a shrug in response. “You seem to have a good sense of humor. Besides, I like that in a man. You know what I also like in a man?”

“Your dick?”

“Got it in one.” he winked.

7. “Angry Sex All Over the Apartment But They Love Each Other So Much”

Magnus and Alec had been a little tense for a few weeks now.

It wasn’t really anyone’s fault, but their conflicting schedules were taking their toll, and it was only getting worse.

Alec was always busy and rarely seemed to be home, off on missions and doing paperwork at his office.

Magnus was similarly busy with clients and spells and potionmaking.

They both were running out of patience, always just missing each other, only having the time to trade quick kisses or the occasional fast and dirty fuck in the shower.

And as they saw each other less and less, they each grew more and more antsy. They fought, even over little things.

They still love each other—indeed, more than anything—but there were moments where it was all too much.

It all came to a head on Saturday.

8. “The Mpreg One With A Side of Breeding Kink ;)”

Magnus felt a pressure on his asshole, teasing.

He was on all fours, swollen belly hanging down low, his hole loose and wet. Copious amounts of cum and slick spilled down his thighs.

And his alpha was getting ready to fuck him again.

9. “That Sweet, Sweet Overstimulation”

Magnus was completely fucked-out, mind-blown and dazed with pleasure. His gorgeous golden eyes were hazy and unfocused, his pink lips parted.

His whole body was flushed and trembling with pleasure, his cock (which was painfully hard and had a ring wrapped around the base) twitching on his stomach.

Alec’s hands were tightly gripping his hips, anchoring him in place. Magnus—despite his trembling and squirming—couldn’t move, trapped in place.

10. “The Waaaay Too Long One Wherein Three Alecs (Consensually and Lovingly) Gangbang Magnus”

“…Are you sure about this?” One of the Alecs asked, voice low and soft, looking down at him with concern and fondness in his eyes.

“I’m sure,” Magnus said firmly, knowing that the other two were listening, too. He wanted them to know that he wanted this, too. Honestly, three Alecs was like some sort of wet dream come true.

It had been an odd mishap, to say the least, splitting Alec in three. Well, splitting wasn’t quite the right term—they were all wholly Alec, but diverged. They would all merge back into one in a day or so, memories intact, but for now they were like three separate people. Three of the same person, but separate nevertheless.

And they were all Alec Lightwood, Magnus’s loving boyfriend.

Really, they had a day to kill, and Magnus was outnumbered three to one. What else were they going to do?

11. “The Way Too Indulgent Omega!Magnus AU That’s More Angst Than Smut and Involves Time Travel, of All Things”

Magnus stared into the crystal ball, swallowing hard.

The heavy scent of incense was clogging his nostrils, making his head swim.

"Do not look away," the fortune teller said somewhere behind him. "Do not close your eyes."

Magnus did as he was told, staring as intensely as he could. Even as his eyes burned, he didn't falter.

His vision began to waver, black spots crawling from the corners of his line of sight.

The crystal ball seemed to grow hotter, brighter, and Magnus swore he smelt burning---

The black spots crowded his vision and completely overtook him.

His head was pounding and he couldn't see and--

he fell back, sightless eyes rolling into his skull.

His fuzzy mind was buzzing with panic, and he vaguely felt himself flinch as he prepared to hit the cold, hard ground.

But instead, he landed onto something soft and warm, and then finally he blacked out completely.

12. “The First Prompt I Ever Got, I’m So Sorry It’s Not Done Yet @cinta-bane”

Magnus was flat on his back, whole body pressed to the golden sheets.

Alec was on top of him, warm weight pinning him down, leaving open-mouthed kisses up and down his neck. He paid special attention to the marks he’d already left, kissing and licking at the mouth-shaped bruises littering the sides of his throat.

Magnus could feel his boyfriend’s warm breath, feel the way his skin tingled under Alec’s touch.

13. “The Trippy Dream Sex One That Has Way Too Much Plot”

Magnus didn't know how it started, or when.

He just knew he was lying on something soft, and he felt warm, and he knew he was safe.

Someone was with him.

Magnus felt hands trailing up his sides. Warm, large palms, stroking him gently. Soft lips made their way up his neck.

He still didn't open his eyes.

He could smell Alec's aftershave. He could feel his warm weight.

Magnus wanted this to be real.

"Do you want this?" Alec asked. His voice was low and breathless.

"Yes," Magnus breathed. "God, yes. Please."

14. “Magnus Gets Fucked By a Bunch of Dudes in a Club While Alec Watches (And Helps!)”

Magnus had done a lot of things in his long life, especially in the realm of exploring his sex life.

But this… this was admittedly a new one.

He knew that he was in no danger, that he was in for nothing but a night of extreme pleasure and hedonism. But there was a still slight anxiety tingling across his skin, his breath caught in his throat.

He was currently stark naked and cuffed to a stand. He was bent over, comfortably cushioned by the stand, arms tied in front of him and ass in the air and exposed.

15. “A Continuation of Prince Magnus and Servant Alec in Which I Combine a Cum Kink Prompt and my Deep Need for Alec to Fuck Magnus Doggy Style”

Magnus looked fucking beautiful.

On his hands and knees, ass in the air, thighs dripping with cum and littered with hickeys.

The crown prince, trembling and pretty for him, ass all nice and ready to use.

16. “More Prince Magnus/Servant Alec, with Plot This Time! Say Hello to Lingerie, Tournament Fights, Arranged Marriage, and Angst.”

Magnus had never felt so relaxed, curled in Alec’s arms, head resting on his chest and snuggling happily into his embrace.

Alec had just thoroughly ravished him—he was well and truly debauched, despite the surprising lack of anything particularly “kinky”—and Magnus was just… content.

There was a sharp rap of knuckles against his door—Magnus would know that knock anywhere.

His eyes snapped open. “Shit,” he hissed, sitting up. “Alexander, wake up.”

17. “In Which Omega!Magnus Has Never Been Knotted Before and He’s Very Nervous About It. It Actually Gets Good During the Lightly Angsty Smut”

Magnus lay on his stomach on the bed, trembling, completely naked and vulnerable.

“You’re shaking,” Alec said gently.

“I’m sorry,” Magnus said, biting his lip.

“Are you sure about this?” Alec asked.

“Y-yes, completely. I just… I’ve never done this before. With anyone.”

18. “Yet Another Angsty Omega!Magnus AU Because That’s Just My Jam, Guys.”

Magnus had been on the receiving end of a rut before, and he wasn’t eager to do it again.

But his boyfriend—the first alpha he’d dated since… in a while—was due.

And Magnus wasn’t sure he was going to be able to bear it—his sweet, considerate, wonderful, and gentle mate… becoming rough and violent and cruel, uncaring, completely focused on getting what he wanted, what he needed from Magnus.

He knew, of course, that under normal circumstances Alec would never, ever hurt him.

But he’d witnessed firsthand what ruts did to alphas.

19. “Office Sex with Spanking and Oops They Get Caught”

Magnus moaned as Alec’s angle changed, his hips pumping even faster, balls slapping against his ass.

“A-ahh..aah… harder…”

The words were out before he could stop them, just springing from his lips. He couldn’t help it, the burn was so good and he felt so full…

Alec’s grip on his hips tightened and he thrust roughly into Magnus, then slowed his pace. After a few thrusts, he’d stopped.

“What did I say about speaking?”

“N-not to,” Magnus whimpered. “A-ah… please…”

20. “My Super Self Indulgent Monster AU, Wherein Werecat Magnus and Sea Monster Alec Netflix and Chill. (Yes, This is An Excuse for Alec to Fuck “Catboy” Magnus with Tentacles. But Catboy is a Weird Term, Okay?)”

Magnus hadn’t exactly expected this end to the night, but he certainly wasn’t fucking complaining.

The movie was still playing in the background—Magnus could hardly remember what it was through the haze of oh my god Alec is gonna fuck me and he has fucking tentacles what the fuck—

Admittedly, he’d known Alec was like him—a “monster” as they affectionately called each other, a supernatural being—but he would never have guessed sea monster.

He felt a tentacle slip under his pants, curling around his thighs, and his ears flattened against his skull as the one already curled around his cock squeezed him and stroked upwards.

Magnus’s thighs were spread wide, one leg practically hooked over the back of the couch, and he was pretty sure Alec was about to rip off his pants.

EDIT: FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE LMAO

I TAG: UHHH @tenderalec @enkelimagnus and i just know i’m forgetting a bunch of people so like, anyone who wants to do this????? sorry im tired slkgdflkg

#malec #malec smut #my writing #tag game

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lets-break-free-from-our-chains · 6 years ago

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Evangeline Herondale Bio

A/N: I will being adding more information, wherever needed, to Evangeline’s Biography as the series progresses on through each chapter. I know that sometimes I prefer to imagine an OC in a story I'm reading in my own way based off the description of the OC’s characteristics given in the story. With that said, I will not cast a specific girl to be the face of Evangeline. That way all my lovely readers can imagine Evangeline’s Physical features exactly the way they want to; aside from the eyes, hair, and skin tone, of course. Whether she be made up completely from your imagination or cast as your favorite actress who holds the same features. Feel free to send messages on who you feel is perfect to play Evangeline. I got quite the adventure planned for this series, so buckle up, my brave Shadowhunters! I feel the actors I did cast, for all the other roles, are notoriously well known enough. However if you don’t know the actor and would like to know or have a question about the people I chose feel free to message me anytime and I will do my best to get back to you as soon as possible. -xoxoxo

Warning(s): Possible Spoilers for people who haven’t read the dark artifices yet. Evangeline Herondale and Alec Lightwood are their own warnings. Information overload. Non-certified Crash Course for New Series ahead.

Disclaimers: I claim nothing as my own except for my OC that I created to co-exist with the Shadowhunter Universe that belongs to Cassandra. Any and all rights and claims to every Shadowhunter Universe characters, places or objects in this series that also rightfully belong to her. All text from the movies and books belong to Cassandra. This is purely a fanfiction story created for enjoyment, with the help of said previously existing fandom. My only claim is to my OC, my plot changes, and my series title.

Word Count: 1845

Masterlist

Sneak Peak in The series: “Your Mother Loved You, Evangeline.”

A Tale of Frayed Gold Series

Full Birth Name: Evangeline Josephine Herondale

Full Marriage Name: Evangeline Josephine Herondale-Lightwood

Born: January 8, 1989, Herondale Manor, Idris Age: 23(as of 2012) Kind: Shadowhunter

Alias: Eve Josie Fray Evangeline Josie Fray Evangeline Josephine Herondale-Fray Evangeline Josephine Lightwood

Nickname(s): Little Angel(by Imogen) Josie-Bear(by Marcus) My Evangeline(by Celine) Evie(by Alec, Clary, Max, and Izzy) Big Sis and Josie(by Jace) Residence: New York Institute in Manhattan, New York London Institute in London, England(Former) Brownstone in Park slope, New York City(Former) East Village, Manhattan, New York City(Former) Herondale Manor, Alicante, Idris(Former; Unless on business in Idris; in which case both her and Alec prefer to reside in the manor until they return to the New York Institute)

Spouse/Shadow-Mate: Alexander Gideon Lightwood

Child(ren): TBA

****************************************************** Mother(s): Celine Montclaire-Herondale*(Biological)

Jocelyn Fairchild(Adoptive)

Father(s): Stephen Herondale*(Biological)

Luke Graymark(father-figure)

Sibling(s): Jonathan Herondale(Younger Biological Brother)

Clary Fray/Fairchild(Adoptive Younger Sister)

***************************************************** Parabatai: Clary Fairchild

***************************************************** Family: Herondale Family Lightwood Family Fairchild Family Montclaire Family(Disowned/unacknowledged by Eve)

Relatives:

*= Deceased

Lightwoods

Maryse Trueblood-Lightwood(mother-in-law)

Robert Lightwood*(Father-in-Law)

Isabelle Lightwood(Sister-in-law)

Max Lightwood*(Brother-in-law)

Fairchild

Jocelyn Fairchild(Adoptive Mother) Clary Fairchild(Adoptive Sister)

Herondales

Imogen Whitelaw-Herondale*(Paternal Grandmother)

Marcus Herondale*(Paternal Grandfather)

Owen Herondale*(Paternal Great Grandfather) Lydia Kingsmill-Herondale*(Paternal Great Grandmother) Cordelia Carstairs-Herondale*(Paternal Great-Great Grandmother) James Herondale*(Paternal Great-Great Grandfather) Lucie Herondale-Blackthorn*(Paternal Great-Great Aunt) Will Herondale*(Paternal Great-Great-Great Grandfather) Tessa Gray-Herondale(Paternal Great-Great-Great Grandmother) Cecily Herondale-Lightwood*(Paternal Great-Great-Great Aunt) Ella Herondale*(Paternal Great-Great-Great Aunt) Edmund Herondale*(Distant Direct Ancestor) Linette Owens-Herondale*(Distant Direct Ancestor) William Herondale*(Distant Direct Ancestor) Tobias Herondale*(Distant Ancestor)

Montclaire

Lisette Montclaire*(Maternal Grandmother) Jules Montclaire*(Maternal Grandfather)

******************************************************* Personality Traits: Evangeline is wise beyond her years, but still managed to keep a young and fun personality similar but not exactly like her younger brother's personality. She is naturally funny and sarcastic. She is kind to people she deems deserving of it, which happens to be quite a lot of people; Downworlders among said group. She carries a very warm and calming atmosphere around her. One of the many things that her family enjoys about her. She is highly intelligent and you can nearly always find her with her nose in a book, or writing more pages in the book she's working on. Now that she has her shadow mate she can't see life without Alec and vice-versa. While she can sit in the quiet with a good book for hours on end. she also has quite a competitive streak in her. She knows that many people can find that annoying in a person and tends to fight with herself on keeping her competitive side at bay. However, oh boy. When she found out Jace had a competitive streak to rival herself, and that he actually considered it fun and endearing in a person who could enjoyed good, fair, and friendly competition. She almost couldn't contain herself. Jokingly calling Jace her long lost twin and asked him where he wandered off too; both still unaware of Jace's true heritage. Eve also has an amazing amount of patience and therefore is very hard to truly upset her, but the angel help anyone and everyone who crosses Eve, directly, or crosses her by crosses someone she loves.

Evangeline is extremely loyal to her own. There is no such thing as anything other than 100% loyalty, to the ones she cares about, in her mind. Because of that fact about her, she is ruthlessly unforgiving to those she sees as traitors, Liars, thieves, and most of all cheaters of any kind. Eve loves the ones she cares for so fiercely, strongly, and whole-heartedly that she finds herself unsettled and perturbed; almost disgusted, by those who don't seem to cherish and define themselves by loyalty and honesty on some level, no matter how small or big. One example being when Robert cheated on Maryse. Eve showed him no mercy, and viciously came to her defense, followed closely by her mate Alec and brother Jace, whenever the two older Shadowhunters disagreed on any level. Eve would do nothing to hide her disdain for Robert even to his face. In Eve's mind, an attack to a family member might as well be a direct attack on her.

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Important Trivia: Evangeline was extremely close to her grandmother, Imogen, during her two years as a resident at the Herondale Manor. As soon as Evangeline was born Imogen loved her granddaughter as much as she loved her beloved Stephen; quite a few would say even more than Stephen. Imogen took care of Evangeline while Celine rested from the extremely hard labor she went through. Imogen was she first and only person to call her, little angel, derived from her first name. Imogen would also occasionally call her Josie-Bear when playfully teasing her. However, that was a rare occurrence as Imogen preferred little angel as she saw the name fit to describe the light that her little angel brought into her grandmother's world. After Imogen lost her shadow-mate and son she was devastated, but she managed to keep it together with the hopes that she would be with her granddaughter again. However, as soon as she received word that Evangeline was kidnapped, and likely dead after a raid in Herondale manor that left Celine and her unborn grandson dead. All the light left her and with the grief of losing her Evangeline turned her harshly bitter and hostile to the world around her. Imogen's once very warm aura died and was replaced with a shell of a woman who showed no mercy and kindness what so ever. In late 2007 she received word that a family of Shadowhunters that didn't belong to any institute showed up at the new York institute. One of which was the shadow mate of Alec Lightwood. However that's not what caught Imogen's interest. It was the fact that her last name was Fray but she was adopted and bared a striking resemblance to the Herondales and her first and middle name was Evangeline Josie. Imogen trying not to get her hopes up, after thinking her granddaughter dead for so long, decided to go to the new York institute and see for herself. There she identified Eve as her granddaughter based off the birthmark over her heart and blonde hair and gold eyes. Rare physical features supposedly only her granddaughter possessed; even though Jace held the same features, the only different being that the Herondale birthmark was on his shoulder and not over his heart. Imogen appeared to return to her old self instantly as her eyes welded up with tears and she gave Eve a watery smile while introducing herself as Evangeline's grandmother.

Evangeline was spoiled rotten by her grandfather, Marcus Herondale, who had always wanted a little girl. He was also the only one to ever call her Josie-bear and in response, after she was big enough to talk more, Eve would call her grandfather, papa bear.

Evangeline has a deep hatred for her mother's parents and the way they treated Celine. When Eve realized children would be the real outcome of her life now that she found her shadow- mate. She become nervous about motherhood. Concerned that she didn't know if she would be any good at it. Imogen and Jocelyn told Eve about how Celine's parents were towards her, and how different Celine was from them because of her childhood. Imogen spoke of how gentle Celine was with Eve. Always handling her like the most fragile precious treasure in the world. She always spoke so soft and gently to Eve, that in Imogen's mind, it seemed like Celine thought if she spoke to loud or to harsh that her beloved Evangeline might break and shatter. Imogen and Jocelyn told Eve not to worry so much, and pointed out the fact that because she was worrying so much proved that she wanted and would strive to be best mother for her children.

Eve has always had a general love and great respect for her Biological mother, Celine, just because she was her mother by birth and title. However that love soon became very deep after hearing many stories from both Imogen and Jocelyn about how much Celine loved and cared for Evangeline before her abrupt and untimely death. However before Imogen or Jocelyn spoke in detail about Celine's relationship with her daughter; Eve deeply struggled with the small nagging doubts her mother ever truly wanted her or cared for her.

********************************************** Quotes spoken by Eve about the Montclaires:

"Okay. Don't be like Mother's parents[Montclaires] under any circumstance goes without saying, but I'm gonna say it anyways. I'll just be like you two and Maryse. Did you guys happen to write personal survival guides during your time with raising kids. Cause I've always been on the opposite end up until this point." -Eve to Jocelyn and Imogen, on the do's and do not's of motherhood.

"They're NOT my family! Family doesn't do that to each other. Parents who claim to love their children do NOT do that to said children!" -Evangeline to The Clave, when questioned on her heritage and allegiance.

"I refuse to acknowledge they[Montclaires] were ever family at one point in time. Or at all for that matter." -Evangeline to The Clave, when questioned on her heritage and allegiance.

Quotes Spoken by Eve about her Enemies:

"Anyone who hurts my family, is no friend or ally of mine. They're my enemy." -Evangeline to Sebastian, delivering him a promising threaten when the two talked about Max's death and the Lightwoods grief over the youngest member's horrific death.

"I will hurt you for this. I'll kill you, one day, for what you have done! Not even the angel can save you. Your fate has been fixed." -Evangeline declares to Sebastian, infuriated over Max's death and the devastation it left her shadow-mate in.

"This is the beginning of the end. THEIR END, not ours." -Evie to Clary, in regard to their enemies and the end of The Dark War.

"I never lose, Jonathan. I hate losing. Failure is not a option for me. You should have learned that about me by now, Morgenstern." -Evangeline to Jonathan Morgenstern, on her Hatred for losing as she's seen, First hand, how costly it can be to lose. Especially if it's losing to Valentine and his followers.

Quotes Spoken by Eve about her mother, Celine:

"My mother LOVED me! I was WANTED and LOVED by my mother...and you[Valentine] took her away from me, along with my baby brother! Why did you do that?!" -Evangeline to Valentine, while desperately trying to understand why he would hurt her so deeply in such a way for no reason.

"You ripped my mother, my brother, and my world away from me...and because you took those things away; you also took my happiness away from me...and this is what you've done with it!" -Evangeline to Valentine, Outraged with Valentine, himself, and with his plans.

"I wonder anywhere from once everyday to infinity on what those two words would sound like falling from her[Celine] lips...My Evangeline." -Evie to Alec, about her mother's personal term of indearment for Eve.

Sneak Peak in The series: “Your Mother Loved You, Evangeline.”

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