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lightwormsiblings · 5 years

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Dancing Like It Was The First Time

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(contains spoilers for 3x16)

“Izzy I need your help.”

Alec stood leaning against the doorway to Izzy’s room, determined. Izzy looked up from where she was tying her hair up into a ponytail and smiled at him.

“With what?” she asked, voice warm in the way it always was when it was just the two of them.

Alec stepped into the room instead of answering right away. They both sat down on Izzy’s bed. Izzy sitting cross legged with her back to the headboard and Alec on the foot of the bed, long legs taking up the space between them. The position was familiar from countless years of sitting on this same bed and talking for hours.

“I need you to help me learn to dance,” Alec said, refusing to be embarrassed at the request. After his and Magnus’ trip to Havana a few days ago and their salsa debacle Alec had vowed he would learn to dance for Magnus. He wanted to surprise him.

He knew Magnus hadn’t minded. They’d giggled into each other’s necks every time Alec had botched a step, fingers on waists and chests pressed together as other couples expertly danced around them. There had been pure joy alight in Alec’s veins which was reflected in Magnus’ eyes as he’d laughed breathlessly and tried to correct Alec’s form to no avail. Alec had kissed him to distract from his less than mediocre dancing and they’d both gotten lost in it.

Afterwards, when they’d been walking the city streets, hands intertwined, and sweat still drying on their skin, Magnus had tugged him in by the hand and looked him with a reverence that made him go weak in the knees. He’d kissed him in the moonlight and then told him he loved him even if he did have two left feet.

It had been a perfect night.

But Alec wanted to give Magnus everything and he was nothing if not willing to learn to dance for the love of his life.

Izzy’s lips were quirked in a knowing smile when Alec focused back in on her.

“Any particular reason?” she asked, in that way that meant that she knew exactly why but wanted to tease Alec like the little sister that she was.

“You know why,” he shot back and Izzy laughed.

“Yeah,” she said, eyes softer and prouder than they had been a moment before, “Yeah, I do.”

Maybe it should be odd for Alec to feel so accomplished over his little sister being proud of him but he didn’t much care. Not when she smiled at him like that and pulled him into a familiar hug.

When she pulled away she clapped her hands and got up from the bed.

“Let’s get started.”

They ended up in the training room since it was the largest open space in the Institute.

It took a few moments of instruction and Izzy making stupid jokes for Alec to lose the stiffness that came with him thinking too much about the steps but once they got there Alec started actually enjoy himself.

Alec pulled Izzy out of a dip and grinned when she sang him praises.

“You’re good at this Alec,” she said, shaking her head as they started spinning in slow circles around the room, “all you needed was some direction and to stop overthinking it.”

Alec smiled proudly, and Izzy grinned back at him, “ and maybe not starting off with a dance as complicated as salsa.”

Alec laughed, spinning Izzy, making her laugh happily in surprise.

They’d just come back together, when Simon ducked his head into the training room.

His brows furrowed in confusion when he saw their position. Alec’s hand on Izzy’s back and hers wrapped around his neck, both laughing breathlessly,

“Is this some type of weird fighting method I’ve never heard of?” he asked.

Alec pulled away from Izzy and rolled his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” he asked at the same time that Izzy told him she was teaching Alec to dance and Alec sighed in resignation.

To Alec’s surprise Simon smiled softly at him and tilted his head.

“For Magnus?”

When Alec nodded, Simon’s smile grew and he patted Alec’s shoulder.

“Awe dude, that’s adorable.”

Alec couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at his mouth even if he tried to hide it and glare at the spot on his shoulder where Simon had pat it.

“I made you smile,” Simons said when he noticed the quirk of his lips, “Don’t try and pretend I didn’t.”

Alec rolled his eyes. When he looked to Izzy for help, she wasn’t looking back at him. Instead she was looking at Simon consideringly.

“Simon,” she said slowly, “maybe you can help us with this lesson. Alec needs a partner that is actually close to Magnus’ size to practice with”

“What?” Alec and Simon asked in one voice, glancing at each other uneasily. While Alec had started to grow fond of the vampire, he didn’t think they were in the dancing together territory.

Izzy rolled her eyes at them.

“Oh come on,” she said, amusement obvious in her voice, “do you want to learn to dance for Magnus or not?”

Alec groaned but accepted Simon’s hand and pulled him closer.

Simon was biting his lip and it looked like he was trying in vain not to laugh. The situation was quite funny, Alec thought. He and Simon, getting ready to slow dance in the middle of the training room. It was certainly the last thing anyone would expect to see.

Alec cracked a smile and that set Simon off into full blown out laughter, Izzy joining in from where she was watching them.

Alec supposed there were worse ways to learn to dance.

#sh spoilers #my writing #3x16 inspired #malec fic #kinda #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #simon lewis #magnus bane #shfanficnexus

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bytheangell · 6 years

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28, either malec, or i'm craving some lesbian clary rn, but it's up to you!

28 “Is it really you?” (Drabble Prompts!) (AO3)

Clary does her best to hide herself away in plain sight. It’s all she can do to convince Jonathan after weeks of traveling with him, weeks of portalling from country to country to avoid detection, weeks of constantly refreshing runes that prevented anyone from tracking them, that she can be trusted on her own for an hour. Just one hour. It isn’t long, but if she doesn’t get some time to herself she’s going to go insane.

The short black bob is enough to give Isabelle pause from a distance, but she knows Clary Fray. Even without her usual jeans and boots and some sort of comfortable-yet-somehow-impressively-flattering t-shirt on, she knows Clary, and this is Clary… even if she looks like someone out of an espionage spy movie in this long black jacket and sunglasses at dusk. Izzy tracked her to Paris after weeks of turning up nothing but dead ends, the only one left searching after everyone else gave up, assuming the worst. But Izzy knew. She could feel it. Clary hadn’t died that night, and she wasn’t stopping until she found her, one way or the other.

So when Isabelle finally catches up with Clary, getting a good look at her under a streetlight to confirm that she isn’t deluding herself, it’s all she can do to keep from screaming her name across the busy cobblestone street. Instead she hangs back, following from a distance while still careful not to lose her among the other pedestrians.

It doesn’t take Clary long to realize she’s being followed. Her pace slows and she ducks into an alleyway, stele grazing over several runes in rapid succession, her mind jumping to the only logical conclusion: the Clave finally got to her. This was it. Fight or flight, and with her hand already resting on the handle of the kindjal tucked away under her jacket her response feels as natural as breathing. Fight.

She spins around, the blade of her knife swinging out and coming to rest gently upon the flesh of the woman who followed her into the alley. And the last thing she expects to see is Isabelle Lightwood’s neck under the metal of her blade. Her hand shakes slightly but the rest of her remains still, unblinking, unbelieving.

“Clary.” Isabelle’s voice is soft and familiar and it sounds like home. Clary closes her eyes for just a moment and takes a deep breath to steady herself, but it doesn’t do much. This has to be a trick. Some sort of illusion. A test.

“Is it really you?” The question escapes Clary’s lips at a volume barely above a whisper - just in case acknowledging Isabelle might somehow make her less real.

“Who else would track you to the ends of the earth just to let you nearly murder them in a dark alley?” The weapon pressed against her throat doesn’t seem to phase Isabelle in the slightest. In fact, she’s smiling, eyes wide and wet with grateful tears she wishes she could control.

Clary drops the blade from her trembling grip sending it clattering to the ground between them. And for a moment they simply stand there, staring, remembering how to breathe again. For a moment the only thing that exists is the two of them.

It’s Clary that moves first, now-empty hands reaching behind Isabelle’s back to draw her closer, their lips meeting to fill the space between them. All at once it feels as if the past two months never happened and they were sitting back on Clary’s bed at the Institute, Isabelle wiping a bit of chalk off of Clary’s face before placing a tender kiss where the blue used to be, laughing at the warm flush of crimson it brought to the redhead’s cheeks. Hands begin to roam under clothing the way they had when they stumbled back from the Hunter’s Moon late one night, when helping Clary out with a stubborn back zipper lead to both of their dresses forgotten on the floor.

The memories hit her like a constant crashing of waves, drowning her in feelings of love and safety and comfort that she denied herself since the moment she left New York… since the moment she left Isabelle.

Now it’s Clary who pulls away first, albeit reluctantly, as if suddenly remembering the reason they were apart for so long in the first place. “You can’t be here.” All the joy and relief from seeing Izzy here is replaced with a look that can only be described as pure fear, and it breaks Izzy’s heart to see it there. “If he knows someone found me… if he finds you here-” Clary’s words choke off abruptly, on the verge of tears at the thought of what Jonathan might to to Isabelle if he discovers her here.

Izzy just shakes her head, hands reaching out instinctively to grasp Clary’s, desperate to comfort her however she can. “Then he finds me here. I spent the last two months wondering if you were alive or dead. Wondering if I’d ever get to see you again. And now that I have you, you’re never leaving my sight for another second. You got that, Fray?”

Clary knows that she means it and she doesn’t argue the obvious point that it isn’t safe for either of them now. That hardly seems to matter once Isabelle wraps her arms around her, because whenever she’s with Isabelle it’s easy to feel fearless.

#shadowhunters #clizzy #clary fray #isabelle lightwood #Thank you for the prompt!! This is the first non-Malec ship-y thing I ever attempted so #I HOPE IT ISN'T GARBAGE #prayformalec #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #ask rune

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