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wwe-supernaturalxbands · 10 months

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Spotted at Work

Summary: Dean cheated on Reader who is a Lightwood. They date Simon and eventually bump into Dean again

Trigger Warnings: cheating

Dean's P.O.V

I glanced down at the text for the 6th time, 'you're making a mistake and should be ashamed of yourself', of course Sammy wouldn't understand. Y/N is the love of my life and although we've only been together for a few months, I would love to spend the rest of my life with her. However, she doesn't know I'm a hunter, therefore I have to break her heart so she doesn't get sucked into this life, or worse. Killed. That's how I found myself on a Thursday evening, at a bar, the key to her little apartment in my pocket, feeling heavier than it should. She had texted me saying she'd be back by 9pm, which means I have about an hour to find someone to take back. Why? Because I need her to hate me and break up with me to save her life, she's not meant for the hunter life. Before I change my mind, I notice a woman checking me out. I finish my shot and head over to her, I know I need to get her back at the apartment way before Y/N arrives so she can find us in bed together, although I'm not even sure I'll be able to even get it up, Y/N has ruined me for everyone else.

Y/N's P.O.V.

I have to tell Dean about who I am. I have to tell him about not only the shadowworld but that I'm also a Shadowhunter, and not just any Shadowhunter, I'm a Lightwood. I can do this. As I'm driving, I get a call from Jace, answering, "hello" I asked annoyed. "Are you coming back soon? Can't have you missing the wedding. Magnus and Alec want to have it by next week" he says all in one breath. "Yeah I'll be back, I need to go now" and I hang up, maybe I can bring Sam and Dean to the wedding. As I walk into the apartment I was renting, I felt something was very wrong. I took out my stele and drew on a stealth rune before putting it back away and taking out my seraph blade. I noticed the door was unlocked and walked in, wondering if Dean was home or if he was in danger. As I walked into the living room I heard it, Dean was grunting in pleasure, as well as another woman moaning, in that moment I also heard my heart shatter. I walked into my room and there he was, on top of her. All I could do was stand there, due to my rune activated, it took them about 3 minutes before the woman noticed me and screamed, Dean turning to look at me, unfazed. I unfroze and went to pack my small suitcase, "please don't stop on my account, let me just pack up and leave. Just make sure to leave by the end of the week when my lease is up" I tried to stay strong, the anger evident in my voice but no tears spilling. It wasn't until I was done packing, that I noticed the woman had pushed Dean off and got her clothes, apologizing, I could tell she felt bad because she didn't know he was taken, and Dean, he only sat on the bed. I turned to look at him, again he was unfazed, then I turned to the girl and simply nodded at her and walked out. It wasn't until I was in my car that I let the tears fall. I texted Sam asking if he knew and his only response was 'I'm sorry'. Well fuck.

6 months later

I had been honest with my siblings, they all wanted to go and find the Winchesters to give Dean a piece of their minds but I told them to leave it, that I was done trying to date, Alec and Jace were completely happy with that. Now though there was a knock on my bedroom door, assuming it was one of my siblings I opened it, it was the daylighter, Simon. "Hi Simon" I said smiling, he was adorkable. I had properly met him at the wedding as I was with my father and Max at the LA institute when him and Clary had first found out about the Shadow World. Then I studied mundanes up close and that was how I ended up spending a few months dating Dean. "Hi Y/N, I was hoping to ask you a question" he asked looking down and getting extremely shy, how cute. I nodded, "would you like to go on a date with me? I asked for Alec, Jace, and Izzy's permission before asking!! I even asked your mom" he quickly spills out, I can't help but giggle. Since mom was deruned, she had begun to grow as a person and even reconnected with us, I was more of the forgotten child growing up, with Alec being the perfect soldier, Jace being the perfect son, Izzy being the troublemaker and Max being the baby, I was simply average and lost to the shadows. "Of course!" I told Simon, he smiled, I could see his fangs poking out. I figured since it's been about 6 months since everything with Dean, I was ready to go back out into the world, plus Simon was afraid of all my siblings so I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt me unless he wanted to get killed again.

4 months later

Dating Simon for the past 4 months has been such an amazing experience. Clary eventually got her memories back, and was back with Jace, who has asked Luke for his permission to propose. As for Izzy, she finally got the courage to ask out Maia and they've been dating for about a month but I can sense that they're meant to be.

"Jace are you sure this is the place?" I whisper as we walk towards an abandoned warehouse. There had been sightings of a few rogue vampires, about 5 of them but tonight we were all on patrol and meant to take them to Raphael's clan. It was Alec, Jace, Izzy, Clary and me. "Yes this is where Overbeck said they were spotted entering yesterday" he grumbles. We all begin to activate our stealth runes before getting any closer, I get out my sword, which is attachable to the gear I've got. I also double check my boots and ensure I have my seraph and stele. We all look at each other and notice everyone has their respective runes activated and their preferred weapons in hand. As we walk into the warehouse, the first thing I notice is the Winchesters tied up in the middle. They both turn and see us, confused to see me. As soon as they notice us, so do the vampires and we begin to work.

As we finished and got them all down, Clary created a portal. "I'll take them and you guys figure out what to do with these guys" says Raphael when Alec came back from entering to let the Clan know we had the vampires. As him and a few others took the rogues, Jace and Izzy began to untie Sam and Dean. "Uhh guys, these are Sam and Dean, the ones I told you about like 10 months ago" I state, nervous my brothers and sister will actually kill the Winchesters. Izzy and Jace stop untying and quickly retie them, "we'll just leave them here" Izzy states and her and Jace walk away from them, "WHAT?" Sam asks confused. "Uh yeah my siblings are a little overprotective" I look at the brothers, not really caring if they do stay there, after all Dean did cheat and Sam did know and didn't tell me. Suddenly there's a portal and out walk Simon and Magnus, oh no. "What exactly did you see" Alec asks, always the diplomat, making sure mundanes aren't aware of the shadow world, that's why Mags and Si are here, to erase their memories. "They were vampires, we hunt them" Sam starts, getting ready to do the whole spiel, while Dean doesn't stop staring at me. "Oh they're mundane hunters, I wasn't aware there were still some existing" Magnus says, delighted. "Rogue downworlders can evade the clave for a while and sometimes in being too cautious of the Shadowhunters, they make themselves easy to be spotted by mundane hunters" Magnus explains to us. "Wait, you mean to tell us, we grow up training to protect the mundanes, and yet there's mundanes stupid enough, that aren't born with the Sight, and go and look for rogue downworlders?" Jace asks, flabbergasted. "I've read about these I also know there's some who kill innocent downworlders, which then the clave does have to get because they know the downworld will fight and it could have broken the accords" Alec says. "You dated a mundane hunter and didn't know" Izzy finally asks me and I tell her I had no idea. "Wait you dated one of these guys" Simon asked, I could tell he was getting insecure, he felt the Winchesters were very good looking. "Unfortunately" is all I mutter and I can tell Dean looks heartbroken. "Ok well, Sherman, you're the vampire, encanto them into forgetting" Magnus tells Simon, who looks alarmed, he still struggles with the encanto. "Vampire? Y/N let us out and we can kill them and then take you to safety" Dean says, starting to struggle with how tight my siblings tied them. I can't help but laugh, "you want to kill my boyfriend and think I'll go with you?" I ask as I grab Si's hand and interlock our fingers together, I can sense the surprise in him, clearly thinking I'd want to be with Dean over him, this poor boy has serious self worth issues but it's ok I'll continue to love him enough for the both of us. The Winchesters look surprised, "Y/N he's a monster, are they all vampires? Did you get turned into one?" Sam begins to question. "One, how dare you call my boyfriend a monster! Simon is so fucking handsome, funny, intelligent, adorkable, and respectful. And he's not a fucking cheater! Also two, out of this group, he's the only vampire, we're all part of the shadow world, one is a warlock, and the rest of us are shadowhunters, we spend our entire lives dedicated to keeping mundanes such as yourselves safe so how about we let you go and you go on and live normal mundane lives while we do our jobs and actually protect you from demons and anyone else that goes rogue" I say, absolutely pissed that they would try to demean my family like that. I just squeeze Si's hand and look at my family, "let's just go home and leave them tied up". Magnus senses how hurt I am and opens a portal to straight to the institute and everyone walks through. As Simon and I are about to walk through I turn to look at the Winchesters one last time, I can sense that Sam managed to untie himself and before he begins to untie Dean, I tell them my final goodbye and to try not to look for us or there will be consequences.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester one shot #supernatural one shot #shadowhunters one shot #the mortal instruments one shot #simon lewis x reader

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Wednesday prompt - Addams Family inspired au

@saeths thanks babe for the prompt 💜 but also rude because then I craved BACKSTORY

Addams vibes: mentions of birth, pregnancy and nursing.

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The Truebloods, while not as renowned as the Lightwoods or the Herondales, are known for one thing.

Their deep and lingering ties to the more eldritch of angelic natures.

It’s not a secret; it simply is rarely mentioned outside of Alicante, because the Trueblood’s stay close to Idris… until one marries a Lightwood.

At first everyone is sure that the Lightwood blood will overpower the Trueblood legacy.

Until the heir is born.

Maryse insists on birthing him alone, in the Trueblood manor, deep in the wolf woods of Idris.

She screams in blissful agony as she labors, her voice joining the symphony of the feral pack that runs and howls through Idris.

Her son is silent when he’s born. All bloody skin and sticky fluid and he smiles up at her, tiny-too-sharp teeth poking out his gums.

Maryse coos in delight and lifts him carefully, cradles him to her breast and encourages him to latch on.

His tiny razor fangs break her skin and Maryse can only hum a delighted lullaby as he suckles blood and milk eagerly.

He’s a greedy little thing, his dark eyes fixated on her own as he drinks.

He’s perfect.

Maryse has never felt a worse or more lingering pain than childbirth and it’s euphoric.

Robert may have left her to join the Circle—she refused, had refused the very thought of not welcoming her child to the world in her ancestral home— but she was in the right.

As violently and viciously decadent as Valentine’s cause would have been, nothing can beat this. The brutal and bloody personal battle of motherhood sates the gnawing hunger in her soul. The delicious pain and desperation of bringing forth life soothes her nerves and instincts.

Maryse’s little angelic terror is going to be vicious as he grows. Already his instincts are showing, his teeth baring and his pudgy little fingers are nearly brushing from where they cling to her pinky.

So while Maryse could leave, go and join Robert like they planned, she won’t.

She’ll raise Alec, her precious son, in the tragically glorious gloom of her home. Teach him the lullabies of the screaming wolves, show him how to track and trap and clean prey.

Maryse can refine his palette with the poisons she’s lovingly tended. Can wrap him in the deadly vines of her most violent plants and let him nap there while she works.

It’s a lovely idea. Maryse carefully makes herself a cup of tea and adds just enough nightshade that it will linger in her breast milk.

Alec seems to enjoy it, gurgling and serious as he drinks. He’s a solemn babe, and Maryse holds him too tightly for his age but he never cries.

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Maryse keeps them isolated until it’s time for his runes. She shows up in Alicante with a black parasol to protect her skin from the too-bright sun.

Alec steps closer to her and scowls at both the sun and the crowds. Maryse has spoiled him too much, keeping him hidden away in the haunting mist of their forest. Alicante is too bright, too new for either of them to truly appreciate. His little mouth curls in a grimace as more and more people turn and stare at them.

Maryse smiles to herself. It seems Alec will finally interact with his peers today, she’ll have to remind him that maiming is only for official events. She doesn’t want to have to confiscate his poisons because he gets carried away.

“Maryse?” Asks a shocked, familiar voice and Maryse turns and lets a dark smile curve her vibrantly red lips.

“Imogen, how tragic to see you. Have you been well?”

Imogen is nearly gaping at her and Maryse wonders just what has happened

“You, what are you doing here?”

“It’s time for my son to bear his first rune.” Maryse tells her calmly, her hand coming up to proudly clasp Alec’s shoulder.

“Lovely to meet you.” Alec mutters and Imogen twitches. She knows the Truebloods enough to know that Maryse’s greeting was welcoming, Alec’s is not.

“Your son? But you, you disappeared, you joined the Circle?”

Maryse blinks and then deliberately turns and bares her neck. The only rune on it is the deflect rune she added when she married Robert.

Oh… Robert. She’s quite forgotten about him.

“Actually, I took maternity leave.” Maryse says dryly, “as the last Trueblood, I felt it important to birth and raise my heir at home.” She frowns, “do you know what happened to Robert? Alexander is such a darling child but quite like myself, I rather forgot he had a father.”

Imogen gives a dry little croak and then beckons —she knows better than to touch a Trueblood— and says, “please come with me, Maryse. I’m about to have a meeting with Jia and Malachi. Your presence is very unexpected but I welcome itl.”

Maryse shrugs and then smiles with venomous tenderness down at her son.

“Enjoy making trouble, my love. Try not to do anything too permanen, alright, my cherub?”

“Of course, mother.” Alec says and he smiles, his teeth baring in a perfectly angelic smile.

—if the angels in question we’re too terrifying to truly behold—

Imogen shudders and gives Alec an entirely unnecessary, worried look.

Alec turns and cocks his head, a sudden predator gleam entering his gaze.

Maryse hides a laugh, perhaps Imogen worry is necessary after all.

Later, when Maryse is smiling coldly at another mother, who is hugging her sobbing child, Alec leans against her side, blood smeared across his mouth.

“I told him to stop talking about our family. He didn’t listen, so I made him listen.” Is the only explanation Alec gives.

Maryse isn’t sure why Alec thought his best course of action was to tear off the other child’s ear, but it wasn’t an entire limb, so she’s happy.

The other parent is very much not as happy. And Alec scoffs when the woman starts yelling at him, “he drew a blade on me. He should be glad I only used my teeth.”

That silences everyone and Maryse’s smile grows wider, her own sharp teeth baring.

“Oh, he must have been trying to make friends! How lovely, I didn’t realize anyone else still followed our customs.”

Alec, taking her words at face value, raises a brow and looks at the still wailing kid. Something like disgust flickers across his face before he looks up at her and flatly says, “I can’t be friends with prey, mother. They wouldn’t survive it.”

Maryse laughs and when the other nephilim steps away, she laughs louder.

Truly, she has the most atrociously adorable child in the world, it’s practically a crime.

—

Life continues and Maryse begins to leave the woods more frequently. Sometimes Alec will join her, but his hunger for battle exceeds even her own and he is restless around other nephilim and they skittish around him in turn.

There’s a small opening of hope, when Robert’s parabatai dies and leaves a child, but Jace is angry and lashing out and Alec thinks it’s a game. Playing into his rage and fighting him brutally in return.

Those first two days end with two concussed children and Alec telling her, “he’s pretty and his blood tastes nicer than most.”

Which seems to be a positive and proof this is working, until the third time Jace steals Alec’s dessert and winds up poisoned. Then she packs Jace up, takes him to Jia and Imogen and is hurriedly shooed away, as if they’re relieved she won’t be raising two children.

Alec seems more upset to lose a daily sparring partner than a friend. So when the offer comes, Maryse accepts the demotion —after all, even if it comes with an increase in rank she’ll be leaving her home— and becomes the singular HOTI in New York.

With the understanding that she is raising Alec to take over.

Alec takes to New York like a hyena to scavenge.

He finds demons like a bloodhound and disappears into the shadows like they are his own.

Not even Maryse can keep track of him once he’s unleashed on New York. But he comes home every dawn like clockwork and completes his paperwork after every mission.

No one asks how many missions he takes unasked.

No one, not even the Clave, wants to know what he’s doing when they aren’t looking.

And no one wants to look.

His mother asks, once. If he’s enjoying himself. And Alec thinks about the circle member he strangled to death just before dawn and smiles.

“Looking.” Is all he says and his mother pours him another glass of tea, the sweet scent of almonds wafting from the pot. She doesn’t ask what he’s looking for and they share a quiet moment over arsenic and toast.

To be honest, Alec doesn’t know what he’s looking for either.

But he will.

Once he finds it.

On the other side of New York, in the heart of Brooklyn, his destiny lies sleeping.

Neither are aware of the other, but they will be soon enough.

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malecsecretsanta · 4 months

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Merry Christmas, @banesapothecary!

Merry Christmas!!!! I did take some liberty with the trope you gave, I hope you like this hehe.

*****

It was a day as always, lights dimmed down the hall, and all the people had cleared out. Alec sat in his room, brows furrowed, hands fidgeted the edge of his white robe. He should have been resting right now, rinsing out a tired, long day, yet, he simply waited.

“Miss me already?” A familiar voice rang through the room, and another man stepped into view. With every step, his jewelry glistened like starlight. Magnus sat next to him, too close, too far. Alec allowed himself to steal moments of Magnus, marveling, a bit frustrated, at how such a man could exist.

“Not at all.” Alec couldn’t help but smile, then scowled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Magnus caught his gaze, grin wildening. “Oh? So I must have mistaken that letter for yours then. Guess I have to leave now, shame.”

Before Magnus could get up, Alec nervously tugged on his sleeve. “I didn’t say you should go. I don’t mind your presence.”

Judging by the probably the feigned offended reaction on Magnus’s face, it was not the response he wanted to hear. Alec knew that. Magnus hadn’t bothered to show up at the temple for a week, and Alec could understand. He knew how frustrating it must be, for a love under corridors and whispers in the night. He wished there could be a better way.

“I want you here.” Alec breathed out. “Please, stay.”

“Well, if you say so,” Magnus responded, his voice went soft. “Besides, how could I leave you alone on such a cold winter?” Magnus took Alec’s hand and pressed his lips to it, making Alec’s heart leap from its cage.

Maybe, just maybe, he would allow himself, just for these moments, to be more than the renowned, chaste priest his family raised him to be.

“Did you regret it?”

Alec tilted his head to look at his brother, who clearly had been harboring this question for a long time.

“It could have been worse.” He took another sip of his wine, all sweet and elegant. It was a gift from the new concubine, thousands upon thousands of crushed fruits and flower petals, ordered by the king to make something worthy of his new conquest. He had the right to show off, seeing how Alec’s husband had favored only him for an entire month and left the rest of the harem dust. Hopefully, they could stay like that and spare Alec the trouble.

“But it could have been better.” Jace pointed out. “You could’ve run away.” Luckily for Jace’s tongue, Alec had ordered all the servants to leave the room, they could discuss this without fearing the sword dangling over their heads.

“All families needed people by his majesty’s side, both in court and his bed. I simply perform my duty as a Lightwood.”

“You didn’t have to, that’s my point! You shouldn’t sacrifice your happiness for the sake of everyone.” Jace said, heat and accusation packed in his tone. As if it hadn’t torn Alec from bones to flesh that day, knowing he had to marry a man he didn’t, couldn’t love, a man who wasn’t Magnus.

“All I know is that–” Alec gritted out, hand curled tightly over his cup. “Isabelle is happy to live a simple life with Simon, and Max will no doubt grow to take over our family with a respectable spouse by his side.” And Magnus would be happier without Alec weighing him down. He left that part unsaid. “I appreciate your concern for my well-being, but frankly, this debacle is fruitless. Let's leave it at that.”

After Jace had left, Alec retreated to his chamber. He closed all the windows and checked again to guarantee there was not a spot where people could spy on him. Once he’d finished, he reached out under his bed, opened the hidden locket with his keystone, and retreated a single piece of paper. On it laid a simple sentence, asking whether Alec remembered the blossom tree.

Alec had received this letter after he sent Magnus his birthday gift. It had cost him more effort than he was willing to admit. He remembered years ago, back when they didn’t know any better, Magnus had wanted a blossom tree whose flowers bloom blue purer than the sky. Alec wasn’t that young boy sitting in silence to admire the gold flecks in his lover’s eyes anymore, but even years at the palace couldn’t turn his love to stone. He poured his money and time in, trying and failing and trying again, the success only came after millions of failures. Still, Alec had Jace deliver the gift for him, fearing if he could meet Magnus, he wouldn’t leave him. The letter came back soon after.

“Remember the camellia fields?” It had said, drawing back memory of warmer days, the two of them playing around in the Lightwood’s summer house, eyes only for each other. He remembered asking Magnus, and his lover pinned him down on the grass below, the answer and laughter in between kisses tasted like honey.

Would you overthrow a king for me? Yes

Time was ticking. The ashes had just begun. Alec was a fool who fell in love with the enemy.

“I’m sorry.” Alec smiled, the slight movement tore the wounds in his stomach bigger, blood dripping down his armor. Laying helplessly across Magnus's lap would remind him of how easy things had been between them if there wasn’t a sword piercing through his body.

“Alexander–no, stay with me–don't you dare close your eyes, Alexander! We can figure this out.” He could feel Magnus’s heavy sobbing, and Alec would frown if he had the energy for it. Magnus should never be sad.

“It’s okay,” Alec assured him, every breath felt like torture as life drained out from him. “It’s not your fault, there is no other way.”

Magnus was still saying something, and Alec swore he would never miss a word from Magnus, but it was getting so hard to focus.

People said a person’s last hour opened their eyes to things they didn’t know, couldn’t understand before, to tease them with the knowledge of a greater life, then take it away. Having Magnus by his side was the cruelest yet sweetest thing life had granted him, Alec was grateful all the same.

“I love you.” Alec closed his eyes.

“What’s wrong with them?” Zelda threw her hands up in frustration. “No fucking way they kept doing this to me.”

“Give it up already. It’s been what, your 500th try? At some point, you gotta admit defeat.” Nguyen rolled her eyes, that asshole.

“I’ve tried everything! It’s their stupid asses keep ruining my perfectly crafted sabotage plan!” Zelda exclaimed.

Ruining a couple should never be this difficult. Zelda prided herself on her skill, to turn love into hatred. Things as simple as a late dinner or complicated as my-sister-got-killed-by-your-dad-on-purpose never failed to accomplish their missions.

But these twos– she didn’t know what to do with them. Throw one or both of them in a forbidden status, and they are somehow still entangled. Kill one of them, and well, let's just say the memos she received for that particular attempt weren’t very nice. Too much collateral damage.

“Come on, I know they got banished and wiped out their time serving in the celestial realm, and yada yada, that punishment is enough. No need to get your ears all twisted over this.”

What Nguyen- the slacker didn’t know was that Zelda had been holding the title of number one relationship breaker for 2000 years. She intended to hold on for 2000 years more.

“I’ll get them this time, mark my words.” Zelda went back to her planning board. Unlike previous times, she needed to play the long game. She’d make them the total opposite this time, one light, one dark. One mortal, one doomed to live forever until only their scattered spirit remained. The immortal one would open his heart to others, the scars would never heal. The other would be none the wiser, too clueless, too stubborn, his prickly cover would wound more than the sharpest dagger.

Zelda smiled at her result.

Let's see how two battered doors could be together.

“Magnus! I’m working!” Alec protested but immediately burst into laughter. “I'm serious Magnus, let me focus. ”

His husband, of course, being the incredibly mature figure that he was, just tightened his arms around Alec’s waist. “It’s the holiday, no work’s allowed.”

“Demons don’t take holiday.”

“I don’t care.”

“C’mon Magnus.” Alec pouted. “20 more minutes.”

“Your 20, and 30, and 40, and the next thing I knew I had to carry you off from your table.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“Sh–you’re disrupting my rest.” Proceeded the fake snoring. God, Alec loved his husband.

“C’mon Magnus, I promise Max and Rafe we will be making a gingerbread house together. I can’t move while you’re on top of me.”

Magnus looked up at that, wiggling his eyebrows. “You never complain befor–” Alec shut him up with a kiss. They both sank into it, turned out that when one did something for enough time, it was easier than breathing.

“Fine.” Alec surrendered. There was no point arguing with Magnus. Alec would fold later anyway. “I’m blaming this on you if they fire me.”

“Darling, you’re the consul, only Raziel could fire you. And I wouldn’t let them.”

“How lucky I am, bagging such a fine husband.”

“I know, such a shame mine is slacking off his husband's duty.”

Alec smiled and kissed his husband again.

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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Raven haired beauty pt.5 (final)

Character: Alec Lightwood x male reader

Universe: Shadowhunters

Warnings: Smut

Lust is a strange thing. It is one of the strongest feelings a person can encounter. But just for a short while. Because it's a fleeing feeling, with the possibility to just vanish into thin air.

This was not the case for Alec and you. As soon as you two left the taxi, his hands were wandering all over your body. It was difficult for you, to get even your keys out and open your door.

HIs mouth was attached to your throat, kissing and giving you love marks. Your entire body was tingling, alone from the roughness from his big strong hands.

As soon as the door opened Alec let go off you. Looking deep into your eyes, asking silently as if this was what you wanted. For some strange reason, you only could get out an huskily, almost painfully, „Please.“

Not even a second later after he heard this plead, he passed you against the slightly ajar door, util it hit a wall, where he finally pulled you up, which left you forced to engulf him with your legs.

Your faces were directly in front of each others. His dark intimidating eyes, look in yours. Both of you knew that he was the dominant part in this situation. He just stepped away from the door, to close it. While you two waited that the door closed, you two just stared at each other.

It was like a switch got pressed. The hunger in his eyes got gradually intenser. „Bedroom!“ He commanded, but you could not get your eyes from him, from his beautiful face, dark eyes and raven color hair. He was absolute perfect, as if you had build him yourself.

It took you a moment, before you saw the raging hunger in his eyes. This was your cue to get out of your own lust. The first time since this lustful moment began, you could take your eyes of the man, that hold you in the hair.

He immidtaily followed your gaze upstairs and trough a door. In which was suited against one of the walls, a massive bed. „Good boy.“ He surprisingly praised you. It shocked you, he did not looked like a guy who would like this. But at the end of the day, you knew never to asses a book for its cover.

Unceremoniously, he trough you on your bed, letting fall his black leather jacket. But before it could touch the ground you stopped him, „Please keep it on,“ you whimpered as you seen him without it.

His face of confusion, very soon changed to that of understanding, „You dirty little boy,“ he just murmured, throwing it on the edge of the bed.

He slowly opened his button up shirt. Every button that got disconnected to the other side, made you feel fuzzy. The slight chest hair, made you go wild. Your hand was soon in the front of your pants, trying to get off just by looking at this perfect man.

A tiny shimmer of an upcoming six pack could be seen on his lean but muscular body. As soon as his button up shirt hit the floor, he grabbed the leather jacket back into his hand and put it over his body, opened of course.

„Better?“, he asked cockily. At this point, you were already out of your head. He looked even better than before.

Your as clenched just at the sight of the man, something that happened since your fling with Achilles thousands of years ago. He was a fantastic lover. One of the best you ever had.

Finally he came onto the bed, hovering over you, groping your hot sensitive body. You were already so close to coming, but Alec roughly took your hand out of your pants, „You will not touch you again, understood? You come thanks to my cock or you don’t came at all.“

If you were standing, this would’ve been the moment, you feel to your knees, to worship this man, in his holy divine ways. His words were already pure sex for you, just as his voice. What would happen, when you really got to the point? You did not know, but you wanted to find out.

He was back to kissing you, your hands were wandering his naked upper body, sometimes feeling the cold leather on your skin, made you even hornier.

His mouth began to wander downwards, opening up your own button up shirt, on the way. Not as gentle as he did it with his own. No, he was ripping them off one after another. It did not hurt, but it make you go even weaker.

The entire way down, he was kissing your body, every centimeter of skin he could find, was peppered with kisses and even some love bites.

Up until he came to your pants. You did not really understood what happened, but from one to the next moment, you were completely naked. As if all your clothing just vanished.

The only indicator, that he had something to do with it, was his slight smirk, he was giving to you.

But you did not have much time to think about anything. As soon as you were naked, he had propped up your backside, kneeling on your bed, looking directly at your hole.

His big hands completely overtook your ass, „I never seen such a perfect ass,“ he told you before starting kissing your cheeks.

The feeling alone, gave you a cold sweat over your back.

It only got worse when his kisses came near your hole. At his first lick, you moaned so loud, that Alec looked at you with an even wider smirk.

„Trust me baby, that was nothing yet.“ His cocky attitude just got stronger by the minute.

Before you could retailed with something he was back at licking at your hole, kissing it and even soothing it with his thumb.

You weakly laid there, moaning while this man masterfully began to open you up. Always talking sweet nothings to you, which you barely could hear form the position he was at.

Slowly he got your hole to open up enough, that half of his long thumb could break into it. It was the first time, that Alec moaned with you, „So tight,“ he was gushing while repeatedly dipping his thumb into you.

From this moment on, he got even more sensual, sliding his free hand, down your body, letting his fingers ghost over your heated sensible body, which drove you completely nuts.

Until you finally snapped, embraced his head with your legs and turned your two over, with you sitting with your ass on his face. But not for long. As soon as he was under you, turned around to get to his pants.

It did not even seemed to have interrupted Alec in his endeavors, to bring you to the bring of sanity, with his tongue and fingers.

But now you could do something similar, as soon as you opened his stupid pants!

As you did and saw that he did not wear any underwear, you first wondered why. Until it sprang out. His cock was massive. Not only long but excruciating thick. This cock could be the most beautiful you have ever seen, but at the same time, the one that could destroy you.

You had ticker ones that were short or longer ones, but not as thick at this one. But Alec had both. At the moment, you wanted desperately to say something, but decided to not inflate his ego even more.

Instead you just began to lick his head, kissing it and finally taking it into your mouth. Finally he also moaned just as much as you. Especially when you moan around him.

Slowly you got more and more into your throat of him. Maybe it was planned or just a mistake but he buckled up into your throat which let you get him out of it coughing and wheezing.

„Too big for you?“, he asked majorly out of breath from all the moaning you brought over him.

You took this not only as a challenge but also as the begin of the real fun.

Without saying a word, you stood up from him, giving him a gesture of getting higher on your bed, until he sat against the headboard. Finally you got back to him, lowering yourself on his massive cock, standing proud into the sky.

Alone his head seemed to expertly ripping you apart. Your face crunched in hurt and pure bliss. It took you ten minutes until you sat on it and were able so slowly got up and down on it.

As you sat on it, there opened another problem. He hit your prostate perfectly. So that every movement of it, was rubbing against it. Your deep moans, slowly developed themselves into pleads. Until you came. Not just cumming but but more exploding. You covered half of his torso in your cum, in which you fell, after your body got limp.

„I hope you don’t think its over now, that you don’t have any strength left,“ Alec whispered into your ear, that was laying on his chest.

You were not even able to move your head up, this little strength you had left in you.

He just picked you up, laid you on your back and dove in again. Fucking you viciously. His hands on your heads sides, while your legs were on his shoulders.

The sweet but stern looks, he had gave you before, seemed now nothing more than a facade to you. In the way he was fucking you into your own mattress.

Taking long agonizing thrusts. Completely out, just to push himself back in again. He was ruthlessly destroying your poor prostate.

Almost half an hour later, he finally came deep into you, his face crunched in lust, together with a long moan.

But instead of stopping, he just turned you around on our front side, „Next round,“ he only whispered into your ear. Either this man was a sex god or hadn’t had sex in a long time. You were the last one to complain about this man fucking you down like the whore you were for him. If he’s wishing it, you would be under him whenever you wanted.

In the morning you would tell him this. But at that moment, you were surprised, you even could think at all. Because he fucked you dumb good half an hour ago. When you came and he began to destroy your body on his on accord.

The most sinful thing, were his tongue and fingers, that for some reason found all the sinful spots of yours. His lips and tongue were attached to your ears, two of the most sensual placed your body had to offer.

While his hand, since the first time they did it, wandered over the rest of your body. Not giving you the satisfaction of touching you, more ghosting over your skin. The only skin you felt was his body laying on yours, his massive dick in your ass and his legs, that spread yours so excruciating.

You fell in love with him, in this moment - And could only hope, he felt the same way.

#Alec Lightwood x male reader #Alec lightwood imagines #Alexander Lightwood x male reader #Alexander lightwood imagines #Shadowhunters x male reader #shadowhunters imagines #x male reader #male reader

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August recs

August was too hot to live and weirdly stressful, so I've only got a handful of new stories plus a whole lot of my favorite tropes (so much amnesia!) and fic from fandoms I'm technically not in.

NEW STUFF

I Got My Head Checked by @frostbitebakery (Star Wars, Cody/Obi-Wan)

Below the observation deck, the Marshal Commander of the Third Systems Army is being divested of his armor and weapons, shackles heavy on his wrists. He doesn’t struggle, only a mulish stubborn twist to his jaw showing his displeasure at the situation.

Obi-Wan opens his eyes, steps back from the observation window. “I need a week.”

OR: In which Cody wasn’t trained for a Sith sliding into a moral dilemma because of him.

So apparently I AM weak for a Sith!AU when it's an amazing enemies-to-lovers with a redemption arc? Awesome story with beautiful art by the author. It's written in an unusual vignette format that might not be for everyone, but I thought it let the author cover a wide ensemble and scope of story and tonal shifts very effectively.

To the Letter by glimmerglanger (Star Wars, Cody/Obi-Wan)

“How you feeling, sir?” he asked, eyeing his General. They’d, at least, managed to all evac back to the shuttles without losing anyone, leaving the noxious-smelling laboratory where they’d found a pack of Seppy scientists working on new biological weapons behind.

“I’ll be fine, Commander,” Obi-Wan said, without opening his eyes, his voice thick and hoarse. “But comm ahead, would you, and make sure the medics are ready for me.”

OR, the one were Obi-Wan gets dosed with an especially nasty toxin, and Cody helps him survive the following hours.

The first chapter of this story was originally a standalone that I remember thinking was incredibly hot but emotionally unresolved, but glimmerglanger just posted a second chapter where Cody gets into a mirrored situation and it really balances out the whole piece.

Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy (The Untamed, Wangxian)

Lan Zhan’s new liaison at the Caiyi Municipal Cultivation Department is an enigma – ridiculously talented, yet somehow content with mopping up spiritual pests for barely above minimum wage. Wei Ying is slapdash and irresponsible, and Lan Zhan doesn’t like him at all… but then he meets A-Yuan, who loves music and longs for a piano his father can’t afford.

Forced into cautious friendship by a four-year-old's music lessons, Lan Zhan soon realises Wei Ying is more than he seems. The single father is a man of many secrets – including, perhaps, the key to Lan Zhan's life's work. And in the meantime, the background resentment in Caiyi Town is rising to dangerous levels…

I've already recced this by reblogging the fic notice, but it's so great! Plot and romance and feels all well-balanced and creative, with adorable kid content, plus I loved Lan Zhan's research into reconstructing musical cultivation, the modern cultivation worldbuilding generally, and the Lan brothers dynamic.

More tropey recs under the cut!

AMNESIA

Exile by Marchling (Shadowhunters, Magnus/Alec)

Imogen Herondale hated Alec Lightwood.

Everyone from Jia Penhallow all the way through Jace himself knew of her animosity towards the person that she felt held her grandson back from the all that the Herondale name deserved. Despite this, Alec never thought she would actually move against him because to hurt him was to hurt Jace.

He had been wrong.

Now, Alec had no runes. His memories were gone. He had no idea who he was, why there was a ragged wound inside of him that he couldn't see or how he had gotten to this abandoned apartment in San Francisco.

All he knew was that monsters were tracking him and staying alive might take more strength than he had.

Technically all that I know about this fandom I got from a four-hour compilation of Malec clips I watched on YouTube, but this fic combined three of my very favorite tropes (amnesia, homelessness, framed/falsely accused) in one glorious h/c epic that just fucking came for my id. Loved it!

Body of Memory by glorious_spoon (Shadowhunters, Magnus/Alec)

After a patrol gone very wrong, Alec Lightwood comes to in the infirmary with no memory of the past three years, and that turns out to be just the beginning of his problems. There's an ominous plot afoot, a possible traitor at the Institute, and he's pretty sure that he ought to remember the handsome warlock who was waiting beside his bed when he woke up...

This is a great pairing for amnesia, because they had to work SO hard to get together, and their world changed so much in the process - so it's fun to temporarily reset one of them to zero and watch them fall in love all over again, hah. Fun casefile as well!

And you yourself shall keep the key of it by RubyCaspar (Miss Fisher, Jack/Phryne)

Jack is all set to follow Phryne until a bad accident in a raid leaves him with a serious head injury. When he wakes up, he can't remember anything of the last seventeen months, and as far as he's concerned, Miss Fisher is just that rather exasperating, eccentric lady who's interfered with two of his murder investigations.

Gorgeously cozy and soft h/c fic with a hefty dose of pining, just the way I like it.

OTHER

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot by laiqualaurelote (Miss Fisher, Jack/Phryne)

Across a harrowing three days, Jack talked Agent Foxtrot through an increasingly improbable series of escapades and was disobeyed by her a grand total of 117 times. Eventually they managed to fob off nuclear war without destroying any Unesco heritage sites, and then Jack went home and slept for fifteen hours and returned to his office feeling marginally closer to human, only to see perched on his desk an extraordinarily beautiful woman in a frock the colour of fresh blood, spinning the chamber of a shiny golden pistol.

The AU in which Phryne is a secret agent and Jack is her long-suffering handler.

I'm quite wary of modern AUs in this fandom, since Phryne is so much a product of her time and history, but this fic nailed it AND had spy shenanigans and that dynamic I love about this pairing where they've got trust and intimacy and friendship, and yet keep shying away from a relationship because of their issues (but they get there eventually).

Nor Any Drop by @philomytha (Biggles series, gen)

Blowing up the reservoir has more consequences than Biggles expected.

So I still have not read any of these books (yet), but this is a GREAT horror-thriller story set in WWI. Just sit back and enjoy these two being exceedingly honorable slashy undercover enemies (juggling five identities between them!) while trying to survive a terrifying supernatural threat.

What's In A Name? by flawedamythyst (Our Flag Means Death, Ed/Stede)

Captains Grey and Edwards, retired merchant sailors, moved to town a couple of years ago. Tom, the local pub landlord, has spent most of the time since trying to ignore the many, many things they do that directly contradict who they're claiming to be. Still, it's all worth it to have the protection of two legendary pirates for the town.

Sorry, not legendary pirates. Merchant captains. Who are just best friends and definitely nothing else.

Exceptionally cute look at a hypothetical retirement for them, from a charming outsider POV.

Finding Your Bliss by AirgiodSLV (Shadowhunters, Magnus/Alec)

On the pathway to Alexander Lightwood's advanced sexual enlightenment, Magnus starts simple. Or rather, he backpedals to simple, because Alec takes one look at the bedroom Magnus has transformed into a BDSM dream dungeon, turns around and walks right back out again.

My favorite kind of misunderstanding fic - i.e. they're communicating healthily but just coming from such different points that it takes them a while to work things out. Sexy, funny, great characterization.

#star wars #cody/obi-wan #codywan #shadowhunters #magnus/alec #malec #amnesia #miss fisher #jack/phryne #biggles #ofmd #ed/stede #the untamed #wangxian #monthly recs #fic rec

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cinberella · 8 months

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DEVIL IN DISGUISE

Artist: @skylar102

Rating: M

Pairing: Malec

Word Count: 48.500

This fic was created for the Mini Bang 2023 presented by the @malecdiscordserver

CHAPTER 2/7 Unexpected

It’s immediately clear that it won’t be that easy to find a moment to talk about what happened and the way ahead with Jace and Izzie. As soon as their parents storm out of the Op Room, heading straight back to Alicante, they need to scurry to take a quick but thorough shower and make themselves presentable. Because the Universe seems to be conspiring against them and therefore as soon as Maryse concluded her menacing and wrong-headed lecture, the alarm went off blaring in every room of the Institute; how annoying.

Apparently, demonic activity has been reported somewhere in the City and Alec, Izzie, and Jace are requested to get ready for the mission. Alec was hoping for a quiet morning sparring with Jace but evidently, the day had already started horribly and it won't get better any time soon. He energetically brushes away the tangy stench of sex still lingering on his skin and starts to think of a way to abide by his mother’s crazy orders without ending up antagonizing the Downworld.

It's the last thing he desires. They have built a comfy, easy life for themselves in New York, despite the curse of bearing the Lightwood name, and Alec won’t allow anyone to take what they have created away from them. Especially not his mother.

Whereas the Clave has always tried to keep their family under their magnifying glass, always questioning their parents’ agency as Heads of the Institute and keeping them in the shadow in Alicante, the Downworld has instead easily accepted their children for who they are. Maybe out of a weird sense of solidarity, because in the eyes of the Clave - the most hypocritical bunch of people in the world - Alec, Jace, and Izzie are just outcasts. The most high-ranked Shadowhunters look down on them exactly the same way they look down on Downworlders. And for that and for so many other reasons, Alec doesn't want to betray his friends. It was so unfair of their mother to ask them to do that.

When Alec is ready and all geared up he runs back to the Op Room, where he and his siblings are assigned an easy reconnaissance task in Green Point as sidekicks of a small team led by Andrew Underhill.

The mission is slow and boring and ends up in a stalemate and when it’s over it’s already midafternoon. Jace suggests going to eat something at the Hunter's Moon; their first choice to grab a bite would normally have been the Jade Wolf, but Maia is always there, with most of her pack, and despite her being always accommodating - at least with Alec and Izzie, not seeing eye to eye with Jace basically about anything - they need to discuss… in private.

They take their seats in a secluded corner of the bar with a beer and a burger for each.

Jace must be starving, because he bites voraciously into his burger, shoving half of it into his mouth, and starts moaning at the greasy taste. It wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t start speaking at the same time.

"Mom must have gone crazy, right? She is so fucking stubborn! And the Clave is so fucking blind… Those assholes, racists, and bigots! I hate them!"

Jace rants angrily, with his mouth full of meat and bread, spitting crumbs and pieces of minced beef all around. Alec raises his eyebrow at him, pretty grossed out. God, his brother can be an animal sometimes. He is just about to complain about his poor manners when Isabelle sighs, long and resigned.

"I hate them too, and I hate her. Not only are we cut off from any crucial political role because of her, but now we also have to submit to her shitty attempt to blackmail us. I mean… Transferred to other Institutes?? This is ridiculous, I won’t leave New York, she can’t make me… can she?"

Alec can’t stand the concern and the insecurity in her big eyes and would want to reassure her, but… He knows how Maryse Lightwood can be ruthless and unforgiving.

His sister seems to understand his stalling and starts playing with the bun of bread on her plate. She continues to tear off little pieces of crumb and ball them between her fingers. She doesn't seem to be willing to eat it and Alec can understand her apprehension. Because their mother can actually carry out her threat. But Alec may have the solution.

“Look, Iz, I have thought about this mess and I think we should play along with our mother's madness for a while and show her that she is wrong with her ridiculous accusations. A coup, by the Angel! Downworlders aren’t even allowed in Idris… How could they plan on subverting the Consul?”

“And how are we going to do it?” She asks him feebly. Alec knows she relies on him because he has always been the most determined among them. A real natural-born leader. If only the Clave could look past his family name, Alec could have been running the Institute all by himself for a while now.

Because for his parents being assigned to New York was a serious demotion and a punishment; their work is constantly monitored by envoys sent by the Inquisitor, in the hope that they make a fatal mistake, but for Alec, being the Head is a sort of a dream job. A dream that who knows if and when will come true, because the Clave could also suddenly decide to assign the Institute to some more honorable and exemplary family.

"Jace, since, as you pointed out earlier, I won’t win Maia's heart with my gay vibes, I’ll leave her to you… you always play this game but I think you sort of intend each other… right?”

Jace giggles, and shakes his head.

“We have our thing, a complicated relationship? But ok, I can try… I just hope she won't beat the crap out of me again.”

That time Maia and Jace fought over a silly trifle, and Maia admittedly lost her mind. In her defense, Jace sometimes becomes unbearably arrogant and defiant. In the end, Jace was a gentleman, and let's say that he let Maia vent and take it out on him without showing off his angelic strength. According to Alec, though, what that was all about was just repressed sexual attraction. So, maybe they can sort it out.

“Good, even if I think you enjoyed being smacked around a bit.”

Jace shrugs. “Maybe.”

Alec can’t help but smile; his brother is an open book to him.

“While you, Iz, could try to get info from Raphael. I mean, you are already pretty close, aren’t you? Just don’t tell him the truth; you only need to find out if he knows anything about this shit.”

“Ok… I don’t like to have to lie to Raph, but I get it… I need to. Ok, you can count on me. And what about you?”

“Me? Well… I’ll try to get closer to Warlock Bane."

Jace stops chewing and swallows forcibly his too-big mouthful of food.

"Magnus Bane? Seriously? That’s quite a challenge, bro. He hates us."

“I know… but I still want to try. If someone is planning anything shady, he is the one who would know about it, and in the end, getting to know him could be… engaging?”

Alec’s eyes shine with something wicked, an excitement he can’t hide from his parabatai and his sister.

"Well, you might as well be successful, after all.”

The unexpected comment comes from his sister.

“No, I am sure you will.” Isabelle quips eventually, after having scrutinized him intently. “Because you know, dearest brother, every time we go to Pandemonium and you're not looking at him, and Alec, seriously, let me say this, you need to get a grip and stop fucking staring at him all the time… anyway, I was saying, I caught him looking down at you with a weird expression."

Alec is genuinely taken aback. Because Magnus Bane had never even glimpsed at him. He would have noticed, if those amber-green cat eyes were aimed at him, wouldn’t he?

"No, you didn’t. What do you mean by a weird expression?"

"A horny expression, Alec.” Jace explains flatly, rolling his eyes. “Iz means that Magnus Bane wants to fuck you, maybe as much as you want to do him. But he won’t, because he fucking hates us, as I said. And it's better this way because it would be just hate sex and I don't think you care about it."

"Really? I never noticed. Well, it’s a good thing, isn’t it? I do hope he would be interested. Even so, I think this takes more than just getting closer while dancing. He's always holed up in his fucking VIP area; it takes something… dramatic."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, dramatic, you know? Dramatic means dramatic. A life-or-death situation. It could be useful to find out which side the High Warlock of Brooklyn really stands on; I'd like to see how he deals with a mortally wounded Nephilim seeking his help for instance."

He must have said something wrong because his usually overconfident brother and his supercool sister are gaping at him with their eyes wide in shock.

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Alec's plan seems easier to set in motion than expected. Not that Isabelle and Jace agreed on it in any way. They argued their brains out, but Alec is clearly the most stubborn Shadowhunter ever existed, and eventually, they declared a truce, deciding to talk about it again in the next few days. The morning after, though, the Institute received an alert about a nest of Shax Demons in Brooklyn.

They were sent there to fight and the battle was nothing but harsh and grueling. Nevertheless, fighting with Jace and Iz always feels so good. They are born to slay demons and they get a deep satisfaction in doing so, their angelic blood sings in their veins with each agile move and adrenaline runs wild in their systems. Alec has been slaughtering a considerable number of demons with his bow and arrows, but at a certain point, he ends up back to back with his parabatai, fending off the hordes of demons with their swords. They seemed to go on forever. When the battle is over, all the demons gone and banished, the injured Shadowhunters storm back to the infirmary at the Institute to get proper treatment, since iratzes are usually too slow to heal poisoned wounds. Alec got hurt too, in his attempt to push Isabelle out of the way of a demon. The little piece of shit had been hiding behind a dumpster and Isabelle hadn’t seen it until it was too late and the demon sort of jumped at her, catching her off guard. Instinctively, Alec threw himself against it, saving Isabelle’s life probably. Unfortunately, though, the poisoned sting pierced his arm through and through.

It isn’t a lethal wound if properly treated, but Alec refuses to get back to the Institute with the others. If only his sister stopped yelling at him…

"You idiot! Don't tell me you did this on purpose! God, what is wrong with you? Alec, you could have died!"

He is sitting against a brick wall, holding his mangled bicep with his hand, trying to bear the sharp pain irradiating up to his shoulder. The poison is running toward his heart, and Alec knows he should hurry up.

"No, Iz. I don't care about the mission enough to get poisoned by a Shax Demon on purpose, but I think we should still take advantage of the situation. And anyway, I saved your ass, you are welcome.."

Isabelle rolls her eyes and folds her arms on her chest, clearly still annoyed with him, while Jace is scrolling on his tablet.

"Okay, I have the address. Magnus Bane's residence is less than half a mile from here. I'll get you there."

Good… Alec smiles gratefully at his parabatai. He knew he could count on Jace, no matter what. He is as reckless as Alec is, if not more.

"Ok, thanks. The others?"

Jace looks at his phone then and nods in relief.

"They're all back at the Institute. No casualties."

"Perfect, let them know that we're fine and will be back later. Well, I don't think they'll miss us." He mutters grimly.

Alec can’t even stand up, let alone walk, so, Jace grabs his stele to burn the strength rune on both his arms and picks him up bridal style. Isabelle is still looking at them as if she didn’t know what the Hell was wrong with her brothers.

"Alec, are you sure? Shouldn't we take you to the Institute? What if the High Warlock refuses to help you?"

Alec scoffs. He guesses he will bear the risk in any case.

"I don't think he would let me die on his doorstep." He says, starting to feel too weak to speak.

"Shit, Alec, you've lost a lot of blood and the poison is spreading through your system. You must have lost your mind. You are not thinking straight…"

"Iz… Iz... Trust me. If he doesn't buzz us in, we are still in time to get me to the infirmary, ok? This is a good opportunity, and I want to grab it."

Isabelle sighs but her shoulders slump down in defeat.

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"WHO DARES CALL UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?"

"Mr. Bane? I am Isabelle Lightwood, from the New York Institute. My brother has been injured by a Shax Demon here in Brooklyn and he has lost a lot of blood. The poison… God… Please, we need your help."

"What? If this is a prank, I swear…”

“This is not a prank, Mr. Bane. Please, just, please… My brother is on the verge of passing out.”

“For fuck's sake! Why didn't you take him back to your awful Institute?"

"We were nearby and... Please... He is in such bad shape... I don't know if we can take him back to the Institute in time and our runes aren’t working against the poison… Mr. Bane… He could die."

Isabelle doesn’t need to fake her desperation. Her brother is pale and his eyes are foggy and unfocused. He won’t stay conscious for long. And she hates that he is still smiling, despite everything.

"Shit... Ok, but it’ll cost you. Get him upstairs. Top floor."

Jace and Izzie exchange a worried look, a deep frown on the girl’s forehead, while the blond boy’s face is red with the strain of supporting his brother’s full weight.

“Hurry up, he is losing consciousness.”

Once they get upstairs, Alec has just fainted.

“I can’t believe your idiocy. How did you come up with the idea of bringing him here and most importantly, how do you even know my address?"

"Let’s stay calm ok? Your address is in the Institute's confidential files."

Isabelle says while Jace is clearly almost at his limit.

"Sure, but only the Lightwoods have access to that. For emergencies."

"We are the Lightwoods." Isabelle states proudly, her chin high, her eyes bore into the unglamoured ones of the Warlock. She isn’t ashamed of her name nor scared by Magnus Bane’s demonic mark.

Magnus blinks a couple of times at her. It’s surely unusual for him to be rendered speechless.

"Well, I can see the resemblance now. And you must be the adopted one. Come with me, here, lay him on the sofa.”

Jace complies relieved to put his brother down. Magnus leans over the unconscious boy looking at him with clinical eyes.

“My God, he's pale, I need to stop the bleeding and give him the antidote. You're lucky I always have some of it ready here in my apothecary."

Magnus hadn't been this close to a young Nephilim in over a century. His intent and effort to avoid their kind like the plague had paid off allowing him to live his life reasonably free from the Clave’s bullshit. Naturally, his services were requested from time to time; they would ask him to strengthen the magical wards, but then he was always let in by Maryse Lightwood herself; they only exchanged a few pleasantries, the bare minimum indeed, and within half an hour he was back home under the powerful jet of his shower, trying to wash away the angelic stink from his skin.

He looks at Isabelle Lightwood, her young features so similar to her mother’s. He knows her by her reputation since she and Raphael are close friends. And Raphael is one of the few Downworlders outside the Warlock community whom Magnus cares about. He considers him like a son, in some respects. Not that the vampire ever talks about his Shadowhunter friend; he is too respectful to do such a thing, but Magnus knows that she and her two brothers aren't absolutely horrible people. Magnus connects all the information quickly in his brain, while with his hand, he magically scans the wound on the unconscious boy's arm.

He seems so young; the painful expression on his face, his sunken eyes, and his too-pale skin do not hinder the beauty inherent in his features, sharp and gentle at the same time, decisively manly, but also graceful in some ways.

Magnus had already seen all of them at the club together with maybe a dozen of other Shadowhunters, but he didn't know who they were nor did he care about finding out. On the other hand, Raphael isn't exactly the type to go clubbing and therefore he’s never had the chance to meet him hanging out with her. Truth be told, at times Magnus had been enthralled observing Alexander from atop his throne in the VIP area. In his humble opinion, the boy easily stood out among the crowd, with his sexy way to move his body, his flirty attitude, and the stark runes so boldly exposed on his neck and arms. Every time he spotted him, Magnus couldn’t help but enjoy the sight for a while. And what a sight it was. Alexander was seductive and confident, without being as cocky as his blond brother, and with that open and soft smile he usually bestowed on his fellow Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike. The Shadowhunter seemed very comfortable at the club, mingling effortlessly with people regardless of their kind.

He usually looked up at him, thinking of being inconspicuous. But Magnus is the High Warlock for a reason, he knows who is paying attention to him, even if he seems distracted. And he was intrigued by that look; it didn’t seem harmful, but he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure of that.

He never is.

Magnus is a Warlock, and he knows what the Clave thinks of his people.

A few times, the Warlock thought about going down and talking to him, maybe buying him a drink? He wanted to understand his intention, why he kept staring so boldly, but what would be the point of doing so? Therefore, each time the ill-advised idea of approaching the brazen dark-haired Shadowhunter popped into his mind, he ended up brushing it off, not minding the half-angel fooling around with the werewolves. Magnus in fact has noticed by now that he usually ends up hooking up with one of Maia’s people. Of course, he is no one to judge.

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“Iz?”

Magnus is in the kitchen making some tea for himself but hurries to go to the Shadowhunter who is finally stirring himself out of his slumber.

"Hey… Sleeping Beauty… Finally!! You are back among the living, aren’t you? I thought you were all too comfortable to wake up, weren’t you?”

He voices his indignation standing next to the couch and looking down at the Shadowhunter with a mock-annoyed expression and a sarcastic tone.

Magnus can pinpoint the exact moment when Alec turns his head and his gaze lands on him. The Shadowhunter is at first visibly confused and then, when he maybe recognizes him, a soft smile adorns his face. Magnus widens his eyes and gasps. He was not expecting this. A real smile, spontaneous and genuine. The Shadowhunter is actually smiling at him.

“Hey… Well… Hi… Where am I?" He stammers weakly looking around himself.

"At my loft, where your siblings carried you. I don't know why they thought it would have been a good idea. But, what can I say? You were dying and I had to heal you. Your arm is… ok."

"Oh? Well, thank you for… for not letting me die, I suppose. Where are my siblings?"

"They went back to the Institute. They were worried about your fellow Shadowhunters and left you here. I must say, it was an unexpected demonstration of trust… or a sophisticated attempt at getting rid of you?"

Magnus is joking, even though he was almost shocked when the blond Nephilim declared they would go away and leave their brother to his TLC. Magnus wants to hide his discomfort of being alone with the son of Maryse Lightwood, but mostly, he wants the Shadowhunter out of his loft, before his cute smile morphs into a distasteful grimace at the realization of having been infused with demonic magic and abandoned undefended with the Warlock.

Because, of course, the moment he understands that, he’ll freak out. But the boy takes him by surprise again. Because he shrugs nonchalantly

"Well, they knew you wouldn't hurt me. Of course, they trust you. And I do too, of course."

What? Trust? How can this boy talk about trust…

"I don't know whether to be reassured or disappointed by that."

Alec frowns, looking sincerely taken aback.

"What do you mean? Disappointed?"

Magnus rolls his eyes. Oh God, is he really so naive? Or stupid? Or extremely cunning, possibly. Is he trying to wrong-foot him? Why is he really here? Is this an elaborate plan to get closer to the High Warlock? All considered the boy went through a real near-death experience, but what if others will follow asking him to help them? Is this part of a more complex plan to deceive him? Or to take advantage of him?

Trust… As if I would trust them…

"I mean that if for any reason your people start thinking that you can come here to ask for favors or to get healed for free, well my peaceful and trouble-free life would be over. I don’t want that. So, I don’t really need you to trust me, if you know what I mean."

"Oh... Well… But this does not have to be a favor. I'll pay you for services rendered, Magnus... Sorry, can I call you Magnus? Or should I use your title? I am sorry, I am still feeling a little dizzy. And I am sorry about the inconvenience we put you through."

Magnus’ gaze lingers on the boy’s chest, a short bit too long.

"You are half naked on my sofa, I guess you can call me Magnus. And I don't want any money for saving your life. You’ll be out of here soon and we’ll forget about this nuisance."

Magnus doesn't miss the disappointed expression that flashes on the boy’s face. It’s quick, though unmistakable. When Alec tries to pull himself up, groaning in pain, Magnus hurries to help him.

"Hey, hey… I'm not kicking you out right now. You need a little more time to heal. The poison had spread near your heart and I had to work hard to contain the damage… and you know, to heal up the wound properly. But don’t worry, as I said, this time it’s on the house, don’t worry, you'll be back where you came from before your intrusion becomes much of a headache."

"Um, ok, thank you then.”

The Nephilim boy looks around himself, and he seems anything but scared or worried. He seems relaxed. When he looks at the Warlock again, there is a glint of something in his eyes. Something that makes Magnus fidget on his spot. Even more, because the Shadowhunter is shamelessly staring at him, at his chest, and legs and he seems to like what he sees.

It’s unsettling, to say the least.

“Well, If you don't want money, is there anything else I can do for you to extend my gratitude?"

It’s the second time in a few hours that a Lightwood reduces him to being suddenly and utterly at a loss for words. Because this Alexander guy on his sofa, weakened with a major injury and completely at his mercy has fucking winked at him in an alluring way.

What the actual fuck?

"I think the blood you lost is making you ramble. You are clearly confused." He deadpans in the end.

"I'm not confused. You know... Every time I am at your club, I can't help but look at you... But you're always so fucking unreachable. Now, I finally have the opportunity to talk to you, maybe to get to know you a little better and I just don't want to waste this chance."

"Did you want to talk to me?"

"Well, it’s not exactly what I’d want to do with you... But at the moment, I guess I'll have to settle. I'm too wimpy for anything else.”

Alec has the effrontery to chuckle at his own words. As if it were a funny situation he was in.

“Well… Right now, at least,” he continues, heedless of the speechless Warlock before him, “but if you are willing to wait for me to recover my full strength… I would make it worth your while. For the healing, I mean…"

The hoarse way he pronounces full strength, making his pecs bulge and twitch does something to Magnus.

Something absolutely inappropriate. Magnus wants instantaneously to destroy the boy.

“Are you serious?”

“Sure. If you are interested… I surely am. All in.”

"By the Angel, I've caught you staring at me on more than one occasion, as I said, but I didn’t think..."

“Oh…” Alec brushes the hair on his nape, oddly in embarrassment, “I am sorry about that... but I couldn’t help myself."

He chuckles again and Magnus is more and more perplexed.

"I see. Needed a change from the wolves? Or have you some sort of demon kink? An itch to scratch? Look, stop looking at me like that, I won’t be a notch on your belt. You are possibly too young to understand what would you get yourself caught up in with a half-demon. You know my father is a real demon right?”

Alec scoffs… just to groan right after in pain. His injured arm and shoulder burn like Hell. Something in Magnus, his wickedest part maybe, rejoices at that. Just a little. But the Shadowhunter isn’t done.

“Seriously? Look, I know what a Warlock is. Who do you take me for? I have received a basic education, at least. You know, demonology 101 and stuff. And I was pretty good at school.”

Another wink and another fit of cute giggles follow his words.

Magnus gapes at him. Is this raving Shadowhunter making fun of him, the High Warlock of Brooklyn? And is he doing so, while sitting on his sofa, looking up at him with a smug attitude?

“Alexander… I didn’t mean to question your education. But I know what you Shadowhunters think about Warlocks. That we are not like the other Downworlders. The ones you actually hang around."

"Oh well, and whose fault is that? I don’t think you know shit. If only you Warlocks would stick your head out of your magical ass, you would do yourself a favor. And honestly, I don't understand what you're talking about. What's the difference between you and a vampire? Or a werewolf?”

That they are good to dance and chat with at my club, at least. Or to fuck. Maybe not more than that though.

Magnus thinks, but he won’t say that. Or maybe he will. He doesn’t care about hurting Alexander Lightwood’s feelings.

"You're right, I know you. I have known you for centuries. There is no difference at all. We Downworlders are scum, aren't we? Not that your opinion prevented you from having fun with them, or so it seems. What is it that you like about being fucked by a werewolf? Or about fucking them? You are such hypocrites…"

"What? Maia and her people are… They are my friends… Some of them at least. You have no right to talk to me like that.”

The Shadowhunter’s eyes turn from annoyed to something halfway between offended and disappointed.

“You know, Magnus? For being the High Warlock you know so little about the Downworld. And yes, I like fooling around with the werewolves, because they are... well, instinctive and quite wild... And I like their way to be physical. Seelies are too delicate for my taste, I am not really into tantric sex and such, and vampires… have this cold skin. Ugh… I don’t really fancy it. But that's just about personal tastes. Otherwise, there's no difference between our kinds. Between you and us."

"You and us?" Magnus repeats stupidly. This boy can’t be serious.

“Duh, Magnus! Downworlders and Shadowhunters. Oh God… Why does it seem to me that it’s you the one who went through major bleeding and poisoning and is somehow incapacitated in his mental faculties?”

He says, but in a playful way and Magnus doesn’t find it in himself to get mad at him for insulting him. But he doesn’t know what to say back either. He needs to sit down so, he does. He sits down next to Alec, who keeps looking at him with a kind expression. This man is so confusing.

"Magnus, I know you Warlocks are wary toward Nephilim and don’t trust the Clave and I know my people have done awful things to yours. You don't know how sorry I am for that. But I have nothing to do with it, nor do my sister and brother and most of our mates at the Institute. We... follow our duty and keep the mundanes safe, but it's also our job to protect the Downworld here in New York and that includes you Warlocks too. Even though I know you'd never accept our help. You are stubborn and proud people and I respect that. But now you… You have helped me, and I am beyond grateful. It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable, I was joking, well, not really. But I came forward too strongly, didn’t I? I am sorry about that. I am just interested in knowing you better, but I won’t bother you anymore. I think I overstayed my welcome now. Well… Thank you for having healed me."

Alec grabs his T-shirt and braces himself to get up, but Magnus raises one of his hands to stop him. Because he is having a truly hard time processing all those words, spoken in such heartfelt way. Do they even make sense?

"I couldn’t let you die outside my door, you know that? You really shouldn’t have trusted me."

"And yet here I am, and, to be honest, the last thing I want is to leave."

"You are brave… and you are still hitting on me." Magnus says, but he is smiling now.

"I told you. I find you beautiful. Your eyes..."

Magnus stiffens immediately, his smile gone replaced by a warned expression.

"Hey, no…Nothing of that. I was just saying that your eyes are as beautiful as everything else about you. When we are at the club, they shine in the dim light of the VIP area… I really like them."

This time Alec must have said the right thing because Magnus’ face softens again and a little smile comes back on his mouth.

“I must admit that you are pretty handsome yourself, Alexander Lightwood. And it seems like you're more than a pretty face, aren't you?”

“Maybe. But it’s up to you to find out.”

“I still have to decide. For now, you are going to rest a little bit longer on my sofa and I'm going to finish making tea. Do you want some?"

"Yes, please. Some tea would be nice."

So, Alec was right; the Warlock didn't let him die. But he welcomed him into his home and took care of him. Not only did he heal his arm but he is letting him rest and regain his strength at his loft. The time they spend together is surprisingly pleasant and relaxing.

They chat a little bit, about nothing in particular, until Magnus prepares dinner and offers him to sleep on his sofa until the next morning. After breakfast, Magnus checks his wound, changes his dressing, and opens a portal for him to drop him off just outside the Institute.

Of course, Isabelle is beside herself; she had been worried sick all night while Jace keeps looking at him with a knowing smirk. He knew his brother was ok, he could feel him through their bond, so he didn’t waste his sleep worrying about him. Not a minute.

In any case, they both start pestering him with a million questions. Most of them are smart ones about how they should follow through with their plan, but some questions are just gross and inappropriate. Oh well… What happened or didn’t happen at the loft is none of his siblings’ business. And Alec has every intention of only sharing information closely related to the mission, despite their morbid curiosity.

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The same evening Alec is back to Pandemonium; he goes alone this time. Isabelle wants to rest after missing a whole night's sleep worrying about her idiotic dumbass brother -her words- while Jace has a date with someone from his Book Club. Kylie probably. But Alec doesn't want too much time to pass before seeing the Warlock again. If he's going to get closer to the man, he has to keep a close eye on him. He hopes he made a good impression the night before. He thinks so.

As soon as he enters the club, Alec spots the Warlock, sitting on his throne as usual.

Magnus immediately meets his gaze and narrows his golden eyes, suspiciously.

Good, he’s got his attention.

Alec looks away immediately, though, ignoring him, and heads for the dance floor. Before attempting to enter the VIP area, he wants to show off a bit. He starts to dance to the upbeat music and is soon approached by Roy, a werewolf with whom he has had drinks a few times and fucked on one memorable night a few weeks earlier.

"Hey, Alec... All by yourself tonight? Jace? Izzie? Are they ok?"

"Hey, Roy. Yeah, I'm alone... My siblings are making trouble somewhere else for sure.”

The werewolf snickers and gets closer. Alec steps back, slightly. “But… I'm not available tonight, ok?"

Roy immediately stops moving, with a little smile.

"Um, ok… Next time then?"

"Sure..."

"If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

Someone behind Alec coughs and clears his throat.

"I don’t think he’ll change his mind... Why don’t you… evaporate?"

Of course, it’s Magnus. He spoke with a low, deep, almost threatening voice.

Alec turns around with a smug expression and a wide smile, only to be faced with the Warlock himself in all his glory.

"Magnus... Hi..."

Roy quickly makes himself scarce, without complaining.

"Hi, Alexander. Isn't it a bit premature to come back to the club in search of adventures? Yesterday you were dying on my sofa."

"How dramatic. You healed me perfectly and I'm not here looking for adventures."

"Oh no? And what are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you. I wanted to see you again. I still think I should thank you with more than just words."

"I don't want your money."

"I didn't mean paying you. But I could start by offering you a drink."

"I own this club, I don't pay for my drinks."

"You're right, sorry. What else can I offer you then? Feel free to ask whatever you’d like to get from me."

"What if it's a price you don't want to pay?"

"I'm telling you. There's very little I wouldn't give you anyway, Magnus."

"Look. You can stop this game. Why me?" His voice is cold and unfriendly.

Alec’s face crumples and Magnus is again amazed by this boy. He may seem so honest and pure, but the Warlock knows he is not. He is a hunter and believes Magnus may be his prey.

"Why you what?"

Oh, he’s good. He is so good at feigning innocence, isn’t he?

"You can have literally anyone in this club. Why do you want me?"

"I already told you, because I find you ridiculously beautiful and intriguing. But if you're not interested, just say so."

"I'm not interested… in anything serious."

"Oh… Okay, sure, I am not either.Not now at least."

“Okay, let’s dance then. Shall we?”

Alec rejoices inwardly and lets himself be hauled toward the dance floor. They will dance and Alec relaxes. From now on, he knows what to do, how to win the Warlock over; half of the job is done.

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Magnus grabs him by his wrist and drags him toward a relatively empty spot on the dancefloor. People make room for him as he goes and Magnus can’t help but notice the surprised stares a few of them give him. He doesn’t care; Magnus doesn't have to justify himself to anyone, if he wants to dance with a Shadowhunter he can just do it.

The club is his home, his kingdom. His are the rules, as well as the decisions he makes. Even the shitty ones. Alec is still smiling at him so happily and warmly, that Magnus’ stomach does a little summersault.

How weird.

When they reach the centre of the dance floor and face each other before starting moving together, Alec brushes his hand against his cheek. It’s a delicate, lingering caress.

And it’s too intimate as a gesture. This young boy shouldn’t have the power of making him feel so weak, so exposed. Alec seems to read his mind.

“Are you ok? You won’t regret this, Magnus.”

Magnus nods slightly at him before they finally start dancing.

A little voice in his head is telling him not to believe the gorgeous Shadowhunter. But Magnus is already caught up by the music and by being so close to Alec. So close that he can smell his cologne and get lost in the hazel of his devilish eyes.

So, Magnus lets it be. And fuck all the shitty decisions he has ever made.

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The Hellhound and the Shadowhunter (Part Two)

Based on this request: "After the party at the end of part one, the reader and Maryse have repaired their relationship. There’s a one-year time jump. Y/N and Jordan are back in California, and are married with a baby boy named Benjamin Parrish. Y/N and Jordan visit New York so that Y/N’s siblings can meet Benjamin."

part one / masterlist

Your husband finds you standing in a corner of your kitchen, clutching a perfectly typed invitation like it’s a sacred talisman. Although you’re the head of the California Shadowhunter Institute, and are thus kept quite busy with the day to day errands of the western Nephilim, he’s been coming home later and later as well. As it turns out, being a hellhound in a place that’s host to both werewolf packs and angelic warriors tends to attract a lot of supernatural foes, and he’s been forced to use every available minute of the day to make sure his friends will be alright.

Jordan still manages to come into the house with a smile, however tired. It slips into a frown when he notices the paper in your hand, the way the envelope at your feet has been scrawled over with protective runes. Most Shadowhunters in the area would just pay you a visit at the Institute, but someone’s taken the time to write.

He eases into the room, pressing a kiss to your head so he can steal a glance at the paper in your hand. “What’s that?”

You smile over at him, taking in the trepidation in his voice. “It’s good news, actually. Might be the first time in a while that I’ve gotten good news from New York.”

Jordan arches a brow. “We’ve gotten word from New York? How are they doing? How’s Alec?”

You laugh at his question. Alec has always had a rather good friendship with Jordan, something about the fact that they’d both turn into the most fearsome warriors imaginable when it comes to protecting the people they care about. The events at Alec’s almost wedding last year only solidified their camaraderie.

“Alec is great, actually, that’s why he’s writing. He’s getting married, but this time for real.”

Jordan looks delighted. “Don’t tell me Magnus finally proposed. I thought they’d never get around to it.”

You bite back a grin. “You know, you’re awfully involved in this. I seem to recall both of us dreading a trip over to the New York Institute the last time he was getting married.”

Jordan waves a hand dismissively. “That was before, and your family is much cooler about the whole ‘children dating Downworlders’ thing now. I hate to say it, but I’m almost excited to see the in-laws. Honestly, we should have them visit more often.”

You smile contentedly at him. While you were in New York, you had the opportunity to really talk with your family for the first time in a long time. You were inspired by your twin’s courage in standing up to your parents, so you figured you could use a little luck yourself.

The end of the night had found you and Maryse Lightwood walking through the corridors of the New York Institute, just catching each other up on everything that had happened over the last few years. You’d shared your thoughts on plenty of past grievances, such as your mother’s excessive expectations for Alec and yourself, as well as her attitude towards Jordan.

To be honest, you hadn’t been sure how well it would go. Maryse is a classic Shadowhunter, she always has been. She follows the rules because it keeps her in a safe sort of spotlight. No one looks twice at someone they think they can trust.

Still, that conversation had revealed much about your mother that you hadn’t even begun to realize before. Over the course of a couple of hours, your shoulders lost their stiffness, and you talked with her, the real sort of talking you’d only managed with Alec, Izzy, and your younger siblings before. It was as if you were looking at Maryse through a window newly cleared of fog, and you only wish that you could have achieved that sort of reconciliation a lot earlier.

She admitted that she was quite proud of you for all of your work with the California Institute, even if it was far away from home. Also, she finally started seeing past Jordan’s life as a hellhound for the wonderful man that he is, and they’ve quickly grown close.

There’s another person that’s been helping your relationship with your family, too, and he’s a beautiful little boy sleeping two rooms down. Benjamin Parrish, born about six months ago, is everything you could have hoped for in a son.

At first, you were afraid of how the Clave would react to a boy that’s half Shadowhunter and half Downworlder, but looking at your child, you know that you would risk the entire race of Nephilim and their criticisms just to keep him safe. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him and Jordan.

Needless to say, you’re actually quite excited to go to your family once again. Jordan feels the exact same way, and soon enough, you find yourself touching down in New York. It’s been about a year since you visited for Alec’s supposed wedding to Lydia, but it feels like you could have never left. You hated that, once, how it seemed like you’d never be free of this place, but now it feels more like a happy memory welcoming you home.

The city and its blazing lights aren’t the only ones delighted to see you back. Izzy all but sprints to you once you first walk through the doors with Jordan, and Alec and the rest aren’t far behind. Through the haze of thrilled Lightwoods, you see Magnus approaching through the crowd and starting to talk with Jordan. They’ve been getting along well, too, something about the shared exhaustion of trying to date a Lightwood. Heaven knows you and Alec haven’t made it easy for them.

Then you’re enveloped in a hug by Maryse, who looks towards Benjamin with shining eyes. She told you once that she’s been terrified of continuing on the family legacy, because with every successful generation there’s twice the pressure on the following children to keep up the good work of everyone else.

The way she looks at your son now, you know for a fact that she can finally relax. You’re okay, you’re all okay. The family will stay strong, and not just through tradition. There is more than one way to live a proud life.

You arrived a few days early, but the day of the wedding arrives sooner than you thought. You can’t help but compare the two ceremonies in your head. The first time around, Alec had practically been tearing his hair out due to nerves, but he hadn’t been able to realize the reason why he was freaking out so much until Magnus showed up to interrupt the wedding.

Alec now, though, is practically a different person. You regret the distance between your Institute in California and Alec’s home here more than ever. When did he start shedding some of that ice around his heart? When did he start letting himself live?

There are moments when Alec is laughing at a joke Magnus or Izzy makes that you almost don’t recognize him. There is a darker, quieter boy that has been permanently retired to some part of Alec’s mind. Your twin doesn’t need that permanent shield up around him anymore, and you couldn’t be happier to see it.

At last, the day of the wedding arrives. You take a seat in the chapel besides Jordan, with baby Benjamin in between the two of you. Apparently, your child knows enough to stay quiet during the ceremony, and just watches everything around him with the quiet delight of a dreamer. The light fading in through stained glass windows paints his hair and skin with bright colors, and his eyes shine like precious stones.

There is nothing you wouldn’t do for him, your son. When you were younger, you wondered if you wanted children. Even though it was surely expected for a Lightwood, you were never certain. Part of you never knew if you’d survive long enough in a world crawling with demons in monsters to even truly consider the question, or if you’d marry for anything other than title.

Looking at Jordan, though, you couldn’t be happier. You took your risks, but they’ve paid off, all of them. You are here with a husband who loves you, a husband who chose you because he’s willing to fight off the entirety of his chaotic world just to pick you again and again and again. You’d do the same thing for him.

And, up ahead of you, you get to see your twin brother make the exact same choice. The walls of the chapel are bedecked with flowers and plants, making the whole scene look like something out of a fairytale. This could be nothing but a blissful dream, but even the illusion of seeing your brother marry the man he loves would be worth the lie.

It’s true, though, all of it. For once, it is wonderfully true. You can’t stop a few happy tears from trickling down your cheeks during the vows, and then the ceremony is complete and everyone is clapping like they’ve just witnessed a miracle. Looking between your sister and brother and family, you might have.

Alec finds you after the ceremony, smiling so hard you almost think you’ve met a stranger. You hug him, pulling him close and hoping that you can silently communicate just how happy you are that he’s found this epilogue to his life, because you don’t think that you could put it into words if you tried.

“Thanks for coming out,” he says, “I’m so glad to see you. Honestly.”

You laugh. “As if there was a chance that I wouldn’t come see you get married. I couldn’t be happier for you, Alec. I’m so glad you got to have this, after everything that’s happened recently.”

Alec shudders. “Tell me about it. I was never really sure if this day would come, although I hoped like hell it would.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his head awkwardly before continuing in a rush.

“You know, I was always jealous of you for being able to go. I’ve never been able to say that without sounding jaded before, but it’s true. I remember watching you take off for the California Institute and wondering when I’d get something like that for me. Especially after you found Jordan. It seemed unreal, how happy you were.”

You reach forward, taking his hands. “And look at you now. You have Magnus, who loves you more than anything. You’ve still got your family. You’re still Perfect Alec, but you get to take whatever risks you want to.”

Alec snorts. “I was hoping you’d forgotten that nickname. I haven’t heard that in years.”

You smirk. “Never. I’d say it’s especially true now, though. Look around you, Alec. This is what you’ve always wanted, and it’s not an exaggeration or a luckless hope. Let yourself breathe.”

He smiles, looking out through the room until his eyes land on Magnus. “It is good, isn’t it? We won. At everything.”

“Yeah, we did, didn’t we?”

You’re not looking at Magnus anymore, or even Alec. Instead, you’ve just seen Jordan around a group of people. He’s holding your son in your arms, and smiling like he’s just seen a sunrise for the first time. He meets your eyes across the room, and his face lights even more, if possible. You do have it pretty good, don’t you? You wouldn’t change a thing about it. There’s no way to make this any better than it is.

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