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Imagine if the first firemessage that worked were toms love confession to Alistair
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The Cursed Weapons, Snippet #1
I've been having fun writing short snippets for The Cursed Weapons so enjoy!
Emily really should’ve been packing. Her and her twin sister Agatha were supposed to meet their parents and the rest of their farewell party in a little over an hour to go through a portal to Los Angeles. She and Agatha had decided to go on their travel year there with Zachary and Catherine. But instead she was nervously pacing circles in her and Agatha’s room overthinking everything.
She wasn’t just nervous about travelling to Los Angeles, but also about seeing Zachary there. She knew it was stupid, but she hadn’t seen him for 3 months. WHo knew how much could change in three months? Sure they had been talking through firemessages during those months but that wasn’t the same as talking in-person. You couldn’t throw away an embarrassing sentence in a conversation like you could on a written piece of paper.
“Will you relax? All your nervous pacing is making me nervous.”
“Well, it’s a whole new continent. Who knows what to expect?” Emily was not going to tell Agatha the real reason she was pacing, Agatha already had enough blackmail on her from the time she caught Emily trying to run away to London when they were 16 after a particularly bad fight with her parents.
“Matthew told me everything I need to know about it. Flashy lights, lots of people, and some cool places for tourists to visit.” THeir older brother Matthew had visited many states and cities in the US during his big world wide tour during the late 1900s. He often told Emily and Agatha stories about his travels when they visited him in London. One of those places was Los Angeles and he had recounted the story of how he’d saved a werewolf cub from a pack of vampires an obnoxious amount of times.
“But it might’ve changed in the years since he was there. Actually, it probably has.”
With an eye roll Agatha put down the dress she had been packing into her suitcase and walked over to Emily who had begun pacing again. This time it was because of Los Angeles.
“Em, it’s going to be ok.” Agatha held her in place and forced Emily to look her in the eyes, “Even though it’s a different country, there will still be shadowhunters there to help teach us. Bloody, that’s what we're going there for in the first place. SO it’s going to be ok. Ok?” When Emily nodded, Agatha went back to her suitcase, examining it to make sure no more clothes or books would be needed for her trip. “And, another benefit, Zachary and Catherine will be there with us. So you most likely won’t be the only person confused by American culture.”
Emily felt heat rise to her face and quickly turned away before Agatha could see. When Emily finally composed herself she began to pack again. Emily scanned her closet for any beloved dresses she’d forgotten. After finding an old green evening dress that brought out her eyes she sent off to look through her vanity. She ended up finding a long forgotten makeup kit that hadn’t been used since Herondale's Christmas party last year. Emily doubted anyone would come and do her makeup for her in Los Angeles. There would probably be at least a few parties across the year and the makeup hadn’t gone bad yet. Before she put it in her suitcase she wondered if she should wear some. This was the first time she would have seen Zachary in 3 months and she would want to make a good impression on the heads of the institute. What better way to do that than by looking her best? She loosely fiddled with her ginger hair tied up into a tight braid before looking over at Agatha who had already put on her makeup for the day earlier in the afternoon.
Emily and Agatha were almost identical. They both had striking green eyes and small frames similar to their mothers. The only difference between them was that Agatha had cut her hair to above her shoulders when they were 14 and had kept it like that ever since. Agatha has always been the more confident one. She said it was part of being a good leader and Emily believed her. Agatha was much more like their mother or Matthew. More like Mother, Emily thought after further consideration. Mum had been Consul -the head of the Clave- for 30 years before she finally stepped down and the new consul Howard Lindquist had taken her place.
“Do you really need so many books?” Emliy looked at Agatha’s second suitcase, which was nearly full of books with a few dresses and hats buried underneath.
“I can buy new outfits while I’m in Los Angeles. It would be wasteful of my money to spend it on books I already have here and just neglected to bring.”
“We’re going to spend most of our time hunting demons and exploring American culture. I doubt you’ll have as much reading time as you think.” Emily watched as Agatha pushed the suitcase’s top down. “And they’ll have a library at the institute. Matthew said it was quite extensive.”
Agatha waved away her comment and began to sit on the suitcase after it refused to stay shut. “He said that about over half the institutes he visited. I strongly doubt that all of them were as extensive as he said they were. Here, come close this for me.”
With a sigh Emily walked over to her sister and latched the suitcase shut.
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Merry Christmas, high-warlock-of-brooklyn!
For @high-warlock-of-brooklyn.
Betas: Accal1a, Myulalie
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*****
Bedtime
“Papa, tell me again please,” Max asked, not willing to go to sleep yet.
Magnus sighed. Getting his younger son to sleep had been a fight each and every night recently. The eight-year old just didn’t want to go to bed. They all paid dearly for it, starting with Alec and Magnus, who had to tell the same bedtime story over and over again and ending with Rafael, who had to endure the same bedtime story over and over again. It took out a good chunk out of Rafael’s playtime, before he had to go to bed, too.
The latter voiced his displeasure about that rather vocally. “Max, not that again, even I know it by heart now and I want to play with Papa. Stop being such a baby and just go to sleep.”
Magnus could feel the familiar tension behind his temple, signalling an oncoming headache, and rubbed his forehead. He wouldn’t want to give up his kids for the world, but sometimes he wished they were someone else’s problem.
“Prove it, Rafe! If you can tell me the story, like Papa always does, then I’ll never ask for it again!”
“Okay.” Rafael’s answer came promptly, even before Magnus had a chance to interject or calm them down.
Hands were shaken and deals were made.
This was how they all found themselves scattered around Max’s bed, with Max peeking out of the night sky blue sheets already dressed in his fluffy seelie onesie. Rafael was sitting next to him on the mattress with one arm around Max’s shoulders and a face that could’ve curdled milk. Magnus and Alec were sitting on the floor next to the bed.
Alec, who had joined the rest of the family on Max’s insistence so that Alec could “correct the mistakes in Rafael’s story” would act as judge.
Rafael took a deep breath and started to tell the version of the story he’d much prefer to hear every evening. “So, one day Papa was dancing in his club and then he spotted Dad,” Rafael was pointing towards his parents, “and when Dad’s sibling annoyed Papa and he wanted to make a portal home, he couldn’t anymore.” Rafael said dismissively and continued with a very bored tone and an exasperated sigh, “and then boom,” Raphael mimed a very unenthusiastic explosion with his hands, “Dad had Papa’s magic and Papa could suddenly bear runes. Then they fell in love. The end. Can you go to sleep now?”
As expected, Max started to complain. “This is not how the story goes. Papa tells it much better.”
Alec sulked a little bit. “And what about me, Blueberry?”
Max’s cheeks flushed purple before he reached out with his hand and patted Alec’s head with childish clumsiness, tugging on Alec’s hair a bit. “Sorry Daddy, but Papa makes the better sparkles. You have other good qualities.”
Alec chuckled.
“You make better pancakes.”
Magnus fake-gasped, insulted. “I thought you liked my pancakes!”
Before Max could reply, Rafael cut in, clearly annoyed with the whole situation. “Papa, can you please tell the story already, so that we can play? You promised me!”
“Alright then, little Angel. Let’s see... where do I start?” Magnus wrapped his arm around Alec’s shoulder, who leaned in to the touch instantly, getting comfortable on the hard floor.
“Back when Valentine and his goons still threatened to upset the careful balance in the Shadow World, I used to offer refuge to every stray warlock who needed it.” Magnus made a gesture with his free hand, casting a shimmering, blue picture above the bed of a crowded room, all warlocks with their marks out. Max tried to touch someone’s horns in the projection but was only met with thin air. Like always.
“We were hiding away, but that was never a reason not to enjoy life.” Magnus looked at the projection a bit forlornly, clearly deep in thought. Alec knew Magnus was thinking about the warlocks that died that night and squeezed the hand on his shoulder reassuringly.
“The shadowhunters from the Institute needed our help with the summoning of a demon, so they had to come up with a plan. We were hiding very well and meeting up with me was not easy,” Magnus continued wistfully, playing with his ear cuff.
“Auntie Clary and Uncle Jace, right Papa?” Max interjected, barely louder than a whisper.
Alec hummed in affirmation. “They wanted to lure your Papa out and used something that used to be very precious to him.”
Magnus squinted at Alec. “Oi! I am telling the story. If you don’t stop, I’ll be the only pancake maker in the future.”
Alec sighed and kissed Magnus’ neck. “Go on then, Mr. Storyteller.”
Magnus pouted a bit before continuing. “Well they contacted me via firemessage, and to be honest, it was more curiosity than anything else that made me go to Pandemonium that night. I had a bit of fun showing two of Valentine’s goons the door; and then Auntie Clary and Uncle Jace approached me. I couldn’t give them what they wanted, so I made a portal home. Unfortunately, I must have missed one of Valentine’s goons and he wanted to attack me.”
Max gasped loudly, clutching the blanket tight to his body.
“Max you know what happens, stop acting so scared.” Rafael grumbled next to him and hit the back of his head against the headboard in frustration, but he still laid his arm around Max.
Magnus cleared his throat pointedly before continuing. “Your Dad was a vision that evening. All black and grumpy and very serious. He shot down the evil man that was about to attack me from what must have been 200 feet.” With a snip of his fingers Magnus let the scene happen on Max’s bed.
“Magnus, it was barely 60 feet.” Alec interjected.
Magnus chose to ignore him. “I could feel the arrow whir past my ear before it hit its mark.” Blue magic coiled together into the shape of said arrow and flew past Max’s ear, making his eyes grow big in awe, when he felt the same drag of air behind Magnus’ magic at his ear that his Papa must’ve felt that night.
“And then I turned around and saw him for the first time, but he didn’t even give me a second glance.” Magnus pouted a bit. “To think that I was so distracted by him, I didn’t even notice that my portal had crumbled to nothingness.”
Another gasp from Max, excited this time. “What happened next?”
Rafe rolled his eyes as his only answer, as if he wanted to say Can you believe this guy? Getting excited over the same old story, that he has heard a thousand times.
“When I tried to step through the non-existent portal, I collided with your Dad instead. I almost fell, because I was so surprised not to be in my loft.”
“But he caught you, right?”
“Yes Max, he caught me,” Magnus mused, “I think that was a good omen since your father has always caught me from there on.”
“You’re such a sap Magnus.”
“Only for you, sayang.”
Rafael had definitely had enough. “You two are so gross. Don’t start kissing please, Max and I really don’t need to see this. Or hear this. Can you please go back to just telling the story?”
Magnus chuckled. “Alright, let’s see where was I? Ahh yes, so your Dad steadied me with his shadowhunter reflexes and the moment he touched me there was this spark, and I knew who he was. Well I didn’t know he was Alexander Lightwood, but I knew he was it for me.”
The magic hovering over Max’s blankets took on a slightly purplish hue as Magnus remembered. “Alexander was really remarkable that evening.”
“First of all, I’m always remarkable,” Alex joked, “and second, that spark that you felt was more like me electrocuting you with your own powers, over which I had no control.”
Magnus stared at him in disbelief. “Alexander, how dare you belittle that moment for me? And this is the second time you’ve interrupted me. I am telling the story and you are making pancakes in the morning, so if I say there was a spark, then there was a spark, so stop telling the children lies about our magical first meeting.”
Completely oblivious to his parent’s banter Max asked another question.
“Why did you have Papa’s magic, Daddy?”
“Oh come on! You know all this already, Max. Why do you need to hear it every evening?” Rafael said, clearly frustrated. He just wanted to play with his father already.
Max shot him a dirty look - as dirty as an eight-year old's look could get. “Just because you don’t like to hear it doesn’t mean I can’t like it either. Why are you even still here if it’s bothering you so much?”
That shut Rafael up, and once the boys had settled comfortably under the blanket again, Magnus resumed manipulating the cloud of magic.
“Alexander got access to my magic because he is my soulmate, Blueberry.” The blue cloud took the shape of a person, almost as tall as the skyscrapers surrounding them. There were even shadows of wings cast against Max’s bedroom wall.
Magnus smiled at Alec happily, showing his teeth. “The angel Castiel, the first soulmate, once had his chance at love ripped away as his true love was silenced by the outer realms.” While Magnus spoke a second, smaller, human shape appeared and dissolved again, leaving the winged shadow alone between skyscrapers, with one arm outstretched. “The angel mourned his loss greatly for a long time until he didn’t anymore.” The magical person’s posture changed, determination clear in the stride of their legs and flutter of their wings.
“You see, Castiel and his siblings loved to rile each other up, and so he decided to try his luck with their children, no matter if it was his heavenly or fallen siblings. He wanted to give the children a chance he never had himself so he created soulbonds.” The picture Magnus was projecting changed again, this time it was a pretty perfect replica of Times Square floating over Max’s bed. There were a lot of faceless people, connected by the blue strings of Magnus’ magic, creating an intricate web made out of bonds.
“He didn’t really create them though,” Rafael interjected. “He just amplified them and made them into something tangible.”
“You too now Rafe? I can’t believe my storytelling is undermined by not one but two smarty-pants.” Magnus growled playfully.
“He’s right Magnus. An angel doesn’t have the power to create something like that, even more so if he doesn’t have his full grace, which we know he didn’t.”
“Well if you know it so much better, why don’t you two continue then?” Magnus retorted, pouting. The magic scene on Max’s bed flickered a bit.
“Alright then.” Alec clapped his hands. “Let’s see, so Castiel strengthened the bonds so much with his leftover grace, that they manifested in many different forms. Some mundanes with the sight can even see the lines and follow them, but that’s incredibly rare.”
“Thomas says he knows some girl who can see the bonds,” Rafael supplied helpfully.
“Maybe she can help him find his soulmate one day.” Alec suggested. “It’s a big advantage to have some help, as to not get surprised by a random stranger stealing your talents, especially as a shadowhunter.”
“Or a warlock.” Max chimed in. “Go on now, Daddy.”
“With your father and I, as with most of the shadow world, our powers got switched. It is said that Castiel wanted to force the mated pairs to spend as much time together as possible in order to learn from each other how to get your power back.”
“Because he didn’t get to spend enough time with his, right?”
“That’s correct Blueberry, though many speculate that he still found a way and they are happy together now. The switching of powers is a great way to ensure a good relationship between the different factions of the shadow world, since the mates are required to work together closely. It’s also the reason why the shadowhunter weapon range is so limited and we mainly use swords. I still remember how mad Mom was at me for picking up the bow. I swear I can still hear it sometimes.”
Alec chuckled quietly and then spoke in a very high voice, that didn’t resemble Maryse’s at all, “I can’t believe you did this Alexander! What will the Clave think? Your soulmate will have to go through intensive training until you two can go out to missions again or risk being a liability to the whole squad. This is a disaster.”
Alec’s fake tirade was interrupted by Max giggling. “Grandma doesn’t sound like that at all!”
“I think I hit it spot on. Luckily it didn’t matter at all in the end. No amount of shadowhunter training could have prepared me for the strength necessary to keep your Papa’s magic at bay.”
“What is that supposed to mean, Alexander?”
“It means that I am very glad to have you in my life.”
Rafael moaned. “They are doing it again! Stop flirting. It’s disgusting.”
Magnus shot Rafael a dirty glance and then gave Alec a small peck on the lips before sticking his tongue out at his older son.
“How did you get your magic back, Papa?” Max asked completely unfazed.
Magnus started fiddling with his ear cuff and gazed at his children solemnly. “Through hard work, through opening myself up to another person, and through the most exhausting training sessions I’ve ever had to endure.” In a very audible stage whisper he added, “let me tell you one thing Blueberry, those shadowhunters are crazy.” Magnus twirled his index finger next to his temple. “Completely loco.”
“Hey!”
Magnus looked between his indignant husband and son. “What? You two know that I’m right. And Max knows it, too. Right Max?”
“Absolutely Papa!”
Their smug expressions vanished instantly once Alec descended upon Magnus, and Rafael upon Max in order to tickle them.
“You better take that back.” Alec growled and nipped at Magnus’ lips playfully.
“Or what?” Magnus challenged him.
“Or else I’ll zap you.” Alec let blue magic swirl around the tips of his finger, like sparks of electricity. “I might not be as powerful as you but maybe I have to remind you that we share our powers now. I can still electrocute you six ways to Sunday.”
Before Magnus could answer with a witty comeback, a loud shriek from Max made them look up. The little warlock had tears in his eyes from being tickled so harshly by his brother, and his face was so flushed it was almost completely purple. Rafael was leaning over him, his relentless fingers still making Max squirm and wiggle in the hopes of escaping him.
“Rafael, I think he got the message.” Alec chuckled. “You did, right Blueberry?”
Rafael stopped his attack momentarily and peered down at Max, who gasped for air. “I don’t think shadowhunters are crazy.” And then just a little bit quieter. “Not all the way.”
Before anything else could happen Magnus shooed Rafael and Alec out of the room and tucked Max in. “Do you think you can sleep now?”
Max nodded happily.
Magnus turned around one last time before turning the lights off when the question came.
“Papa?”
“What is it Max?”
“Do you think I will find my soulmate?” The timid, scared tone almost broke Magnus’ heart and he sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking Max’s hair gently.
“I can’t guarantee you that Max, but I know that if you meet them, they will be very lucky to have you. It may take some years. I mean, I waited four centuries for mine and had almost given up hope, but in the end it was worth it. For now, all you can do is wait for them and in the meantime enjoy your life.”
Max looked at him for a long time. “I hope my soulmate is like Daddy.”
Magnus smiled. “No matter who they will be, they will be it for you.” He pressed a kiss to Max’s hair and stood up.
“Goodnight, Papa.”
“Goodnight, Blueberry.”
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Later that night, when Rafael had gone to bed as well, Alec and Magnus laid in bed together. Alec caressed Magnus’ pec, where he could see their soulmark over Magnus’ heart from where his head was pillowed on Magnus’ arm. He can still remember the moment it had appeared. The moment he had gotten his bow skills back and had lost a good chunk of Magnus’ magic. The moment it became clear that they would have eternity together. In that very moment it had been so clear and he’d been so full of love.
“What are you thinking about, sayang?”
“How much I love you.”
“You’ll turn a boy’s head with those words Alexander.”
“I don’t need to do that anymore. You’re mine already; and I’m yours.” With those words Alec kissed the arrow flying through a flaming portal on Magnus’ chest.
“Till death do us part.”
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@liveslost sent a firemessage: ❛ tell me what you’re trying to hide . ❜ (clary)
truth is he’s always hiding something, one way or another. sometimes it’s intentional, like forgetting to do the dishes and conveniently failing to bring it up. sometimes, however, it’s subconscious. like a habit you pick up and don’t know how to stop, barely even notice you’re doing it anymore.
“ i’m not hiding anything, clary. “ he makes a face as if she’s suggested something completely absurd. arms cross over his chest and he shifts his weight to lean against the nearby wall, raising an eyebrow as he looks at the girl before him. “ if i was, i’d just hide it on top of the fridge, you’d probably never reach it. “ nephilim teases playfully, winking as he plays with his stele absentmindedly.
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Maryse Headcanon
When Helen and Aline get engaged, Jia tells her daughter she won’t be attending something some horrid. Maryse hears this from Magnus and Alec, and before either of them can blink she’s had Lorenzo portal her to Alicante. She walks into Jia’s office without knocking, and stands there, deruned and imposing and says, “My son is married to the High Warlock of Alicante. Is that a problem?
And Jia says of course it isn’t. So Maryse comes back with “So why is your daughter marrying a half-downworlder Shadowhunter a problem? Is it the gayness? The fact she’s part Downworlder, or both?”
And Jia is stumbling over her words because no one has ever dared to question her. And Maryse says, “If you won’t be there for you daughter’s wedding to the AMAZING woman she loves, I will be. As her mother. Don’t expect anymore Christmas cards. Your daughter is now a Lightwood.”
And as Maryse storms out, Jia is sitting there thinking of what it would look like to have someone else be the mother in her daughter’s wedding, and her heart constricts. She had always imagined her baby’s wedding day.
So Maryse isn’t surprised when she gets a firemessage that says Jia spent dinner with the two women and would be attending the wedding. AS the Mother she is. And Maryse walks around smug as hell, and happy for the two beautiful ladies.
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Not to be that bitch, but how unfair is it that when Max got attacked his parents got to his side in mere hours, but when Alec slipped into a coma, they didnt even try to come? they requested a portal and that's it. They did not call Izzy to get an update on him,or asked for it through firemessages. They were like huh that's unfortunate. He really wasn't the favorite child. I love Maryse's redemption, but up until that the LW parents seem down right abusive towards Alec.Izzy at least had Robert
Well, I mean, the most logical explanation is that the writers were again like.... wait, Alec has parents? lol We know it was because of filming and I somehow get that we didn't get a scene with them in that ep because a lot was happening and even if this is an unpopular opinion but they wouldn't add anything to the story. Even though we also know that literally every loving parent would have run immediately to their kid. Don't have to argue about that.
Also, correct me if I am wrong here but didn't Aldertree also didn't allow the Lightwoods to be at the institute after the whole Jace is a traitor thing? And that's why they were in Alicante, requesting that portal instead of being at Alec's side?
With Max it was different because he is the little one and Maryse was already on the way of her character development. I also think the writers were like... little Max needs his parents, Alec is older he can handle that. Like... we know these writers and how dumb they are thinking.
Either way, I think it had less to do with the Lightwoods being evil parents even if they were not best examples especially in how treating Alec but lbr it was mostly because of the writing and the story that these things ended the way they did.
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I was tagged by @takaraphoenix and @shirasade post the first thing I wrote in 2018. Thank you, darlings! ;3 This is part of my Seelie!Alec AU; namely, from the sequel of the original story. _________ We called in several suspects, think you can narrow the list down by the magical trace on the victims? - Jace Alec stared at the still smouldering paper, dumbfounded. Sending a firemessage was a line the Shadowhunter hadn't crossed until now, but apparently it had been a matter of time.
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Hey Cassie! I love you and I'm so psyched for Lord of Shadows! I'm currently rereading Lady Midnight so I have all the details fresh in my mind! I have a question that I hope you will answer: how do firemessages work? Do you write a message and then burn it and then the paper appears where the receiver of the message is? I was never fully understood that!
The invention of fire messages is actually touched on in Last Hours -- since they don't have them in Infernal Devices. They work with a rune that is drawn onto the paper with a stele after you finish the message; the message will either burn itself up or you can speed the process by setting it on fire. It will reappear wherever the receiver is assuming something isn't blocking it (you can't send fire messages to someone in Edom, or Faerie.)
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it isn’t possible to intercept a firemessage? like, i don;t think it would be possible, but i don’t know it could be (i haven’t read the books, so that’s why i’m asking this stupid question)
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IT WAS THE SITUATION YOU ASKED BTW I FORGOT TO ADD IT ON THE FIRST MESSAGE
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