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runyoucleverboi11 · 1 year

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Aemond caught Luke rutting against the sheets late at night. He walked in.

"I heard you." He swallowed, "I thought you were asleep. But I heard you as soon as I walked to the door."

Luke grabbed the velvet cover to cover his face in shame, turned his back and ignored his uncle. Aemond moved towards him regardless, putting his right hand on Luke’s waist, and leaned his lips against Luke’s ear, "Let me help you," his uncle panted.

"No..." Luke could only to utter a single word before interrupted by Aemond’s hand reaching between his legs. He flinched, grabbing the velvet cover in vain, trying to hide his whole body. Aemond gripped his hand, pulled away the half-covered velvet quilt, and gently pressed himself against Luke.

"Uncle, please..." Luke's slammed his forehead onto the sheet, breathing heavily against his pillow when Aemond suddenly squeezed the tip of his nephew’s cock. Panicking, his legs pushed forward, trying to drag his whole body away from his uncle’s burning hot chest against his back.

Aemond pressed himself onto Luke’s back again, with a hint of hurt in his voice, "Are you ashamed, of me… seeing you like this, taoba?" Luke curled himself up like a ball, not knowing what to say.

Aemond’s lips went to his nephew’s shoulder, "I like seeing you like this. Let me see you." He took Lucerys’ shoulder and turned him around. He lowered his head, kissed Luke’s neck, shoulders, and front chest reverently, before tugging at the edge of Luke’s small clothes and took them off.

Luke lay naked and bare in front of him, and Aemond squinted his eyes staring at his nephew trembling with nervousness and lust in the dark, the corner of Aemond’s mouth curled up, "You are so beautiful, you don't know how much I’ve wanted to see you like this."

Luke whimpered, held on tightly to his uncle, and buried his forehead against Aemond’s neck. "Jace…" he blurred out when Aemond reached out his other hand to cup Luke’s balls. Aemond’s blood went cold.

"What did you say, bastard?" He squeezed Luke’s chin, forcing his nephew to look at him. Luke widened his doe eyes in fear, realizing what he had just said. "You dirty slut," spat Aemond, "you are a Targaryen after all.”

A finger pressed inside without warning and Luke gasped, clenching so hard his uncle nearly broke his chin by squeezing too hard with his other hand. "Does Jacaerys fuck you like this, fingers deep in your cunt, while you whine like a shameless slut?"

Luke shook his head violently, "Please, uncle… Jace can’t know. He can’t know. Please…" "Ah, little Lord Strong’s dirty secret, Prince Jacaerys’ innocent baby brother is a whore for him. Look at you, all wet and ashamed by your lust for your brother. Whore."

Aemond gritted his teeth, fucked into Luke’s pink hole, hard. Lucerys screamed and begged but his uncle released his hand from his chin and slapped his ass cheek, "Shut up, whore. Or I will have Jace know what a disappointment his precious little brother is."

He palmed his throbbing cock underneath his breeches and grunted while Luke silently sobbed, afraid that his tiny noises might upset Aemond.

"Look at the state of you," the one-eyed Prince whispered in his nephew’s ear, "what will Jacaerys think if he sees you like this?" Luke trembled at his words, "Please, qybor, I’ll be good… I’ll… hum-mph……"

"Say my name." Demanded his uncle, "say my fucking name. Whore." "A-Aemond!" Lucerys yelped as his uncle stuck his fingers inside of him mercilessly, as something in him started to crumble.

He squeezed his eyes shut, and he couldn’t see Jace anymore. Not his Jace. No. All he could see now was his uncle, looking all greedy and unhinged, fucking him to his orgasm.

Luke came, hard and breathless, while Aemond’s breeches became suspiciously wet and his uncle let out a final grunt, collapsing on top of him.

Lucerys did not know what had happened, except his soul was drawn out of him and his mind went completely blank. All he wanted to do is cry.

Aemond stood up, looking down at him expressionless, "Clean yourself up. Whore." Just as his uncle was about to step out of his chamber, he turned around, "You better not let me hear you whining like this again. Unless you want to be reminded of the lesson you had today. There’s only one name that can leave that pretty slut mouth of yours and it shall be mine. Are we clear, nephew?"

"Yes, uncle." Whispered Luke, voice shaking. "Yes, what?" "A-Aemond." Without taking another look at him, Aemond slammed the door close, leaving Luke shaking like a sieve in his own bed.

More tears streamed down his pretty puffy face. Luke reached out his ivory white hands to wipe them off. Everything hurts on his body. He wanted his Jace.

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echo-bleu · 3 years

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no. 13 pretty please? 😢 feeling super angsty 😅

My brain went straight to 3x10 and my frustration that Alec's near death wasn't even mentioned in the next episode, and then to 2x20 and the time Jace did die. It’s a canon divergence where Magnus didn’t go to Edom but got Lorenzo and the other warlock to help free Jace instead. I swear this was meant to be a short fill, but as usual, it got out of hand so it’s 3.8k.

This is heavy angst with a happy ending so head the warnings.

(and yes it’s Malec, thank you for sending me another ask to clarify :) it’s the only ship I write anyway)

Thank you so much to pinstripedJackalope for betaing!

[temporary character death (I swear it doesn’t stick), major injuries, blood and death]

Read on AO3.

13. “I thought you were dead.”

Magnus’ stomach drops as he finally catches sight of Alec and Jace. He went as fast as he could, absorbing the power of a dozen warlocks, but it wasn’t fast enough. Jace — or the demon controlling him — is kneeling over a prone Alec, slowly, cruelly driving an arrow into his chest.

“They say the worst pain a Shadowhunter can feel is the loss of his parabatai,” he growls, his voice distinctly not Jace-like. “It's time for Jace to finally feel it.”

“Jace,” Alec murmurs, struggling to breathe, as Magnus lurches toward them. “It wasn’t you.”

It’s just like Alec, to use what may be his last words to give his parabatai absolution, to try and prevent more pain and guilt. But Magnus can’t let it happen. He can’t let Alec die.

He doesn’t let himself consider that he may already be too late.

The overwhelming magic inside him reacts to his every thought, his every emotion, and it uncurls before he can even command it, roaring in his chest. Magnus throws his hands in front of him and it rushes out, burning through his body, coming out of his palms in an explosion of blue and yellow light. It heads straight to Jace, and Magnus can only pray that it won’t kill his body as well as drive the demon out.

Jace is thrown back and hits the wall with a force that would have instantly killed a mundane. But he rises to his feet immediately after falling, his whole body shaking as something dark and slimy escapes his mouth. He throws up violently, as if ejecting everything evil inside him is making him physically sick, too.

“Alexander,” Magnus murmurs. Magic is still humming under his fingers, but it’s useless now, after that uncontrolled pulse of pure power. He’s still linked to the other warlocks, he can feel their energy, but his own body is too spent to use it. He stumbles to Alec, his legs giving out from under him.

He crawls the last few feet on his knees, desperate to get to Alec.

“Mom...said you’d...make a dr–dramatic entrance,” Alec chokes out, blood running out of his mouth. His breathing is ragged and painful, and he starts coughing, his whole body wracked with agony. Magnus grips his shoulder and stares at his ashen face, at the arrowhead sticking out of his chest. “Alexander.”

“’t’s okay,” Alec murmurs. He coughs up more blood. Somehow, his hand finds Magnus’, and his weak grip shakes Magnus out of his shock.

“No, no, don’t you dare die on me,” he squeezes Alec’s hand tightly, tears running down his cheeks.

He hovers his other hand over Alec’s chest, but he needs more time, time to replenish his magic, time he doesn’t have. All he can get out right now is sparks. He tries to send them to the other warlocks who have joined the fight against Lilith, to call for help, but he doesn’t think they make it that far.

Jace falls to his knees on Alec’s other side, one hand clutching his hip where Magnus knows his parabatai rune is. “Alec,” he murmurs. “Come on.”

“Don’t...blame yourself,” Alec sputters around a mouthful of blood. He tries to inhale, but he chokes instead. “I...don’t...blame you,” he still manages to tell his parabatai.

“Don’t speak,” Jace murmurs. “Magnus, you gotta do something.”

His face is a mask of pain, while Alec’s is lax, like he doesn’t even have enough energy left to react to the agony. Magnus swallows back his tears. “I can’t. I’m all out.”

“Magnus, he’s gonna—”

“I know,” Magnus chokes on his tears.

Jace cries out as Alec’s body grows lax, his weak hold on Magnus’ hand slipping. Magnus scrambles to look for a pulse, but he can’t find one. “Alexander—”

“No, no, no,” Jace murmurs, sobbing. “I can’t feel him.”

“Alexander!” Magnus cries out, forcing magic into Alec’s body, but it putters out before it can even leave his hands. Alec doesn’t move, doesn’t react, doesn’t—

“He’s gone,” Jace murmurs, sagging.

“NO!” Magnus yells.

But raging doesn’t help. It doesn’t change reality. And the reality is that Alec is dead under his fingers.

“No,” he sobs, lying his head on Alec’s chest, against the arrow still sticking out. “No.”

His voice breaks.

“Please. No.”

Hands grip his shoulders, lifting him up. “Magnus.” It’s Jace’s voice, and then another. Catarina. “Magnus. Come on.”

“No,” Magnus resists. “Alec—”

“He’s gone, Magnus,” Catarina murmurs.

“The fight is over.” Lorenzo. “Lilith is gone.”

“Clary?” Magnus hears Jace ask.

“Safe. We got her and her vampire out just in time.”

Magnus doesn’t let go of Alec’s body. It should matter, that they made it, they succeeded. That the threat is gone. But he can’t get past Alec’s unmoving form in his arms.

Jace’s warm, muscled body is against him now, hugging him, while Catarina pries his hands off Alec. Magnus lets her, his strength spent. He can’t stop sobbing. It comes out in hiccups, tearless sobs of agony as his heart cries out for Alec to wake up, to move, to open his eyes. But Alec stays still, cold and pale under the streetlight, the red of the arrow fletching in his chest burning Magnus’ eyes.

Jace shakes against him in another rhythm, shivering like his body is giving out now that it’s no longer connected to Alec’s. He doesn’t sob — he doesn’t even cry, eyes dry and unfocused and empty. Magnus bites his fist hard to stop his uncontrollable sobs, not caring when he tastes blood, and grabs Jace’s hand, wordlessly trying to get a reaction out of him.

“Jace?” he manages to croak out after several tries, words refusing to come out.

Jace turns his eyes to him, but he’s still not there, his reactions sluggish and aimless. “Alec,” he murmurs. Then something else, indistinguishable.

Magnus looks back at Alec’s body, and another hiccup wracks his body. He can’t contain this pain. He’s lost many people in his life, held a few of them as they died, but never—

Never like this. It wasn’t supposed to be so soon. He knew Alec would die eventually, but—

No.

The sobs are violent and painful, making him retch, like his body doesn’t even know how to deal with the emotions coursing through him. His magic, weak as it is, responds with fire and ice, coursing through his veins and erupting around him in ephemeral flames that have Catarina jerk away.

“Magnus! You’ve got to control it!” she shouts.

Magnus can barely hear her. He can’t feel anymore, the agony overriding his senses until there’s nothing left.

Alec is gone.

He half-wants his magic to destroy him, to let him pass along with Alec, but it’s too weak even for that. He feels like his body is dying from the sheer agony of his heart, but it will hang on, and force him to live another day.

Another day that won’t have Alec in it.

Magnus shatters.

He’s only vaguely aware of what happens next. It feels like hours, hours of him and Jace hanging on to each other in one last bid to avoid their broken souls scattering altogether, refusing to let go of Alec’s body. Catarina gives up on shaking him after a while and moves away, and Magnus loses track of her, of everything that isn’t Alec and Jace.

Isabelle’s heartbreaking scream is what shakes him out of it. “Alec!” she cries as she crumples over her brother’s body, Clary at her tail.

She shakes him to no avail, sobbing, until Jace reaches out and puts his hand over hers. “He’s gone,” he murmurs brokenly.

Isabelle collapses in Clary’s arms, as Clary kneels on the floor, in shock. Alec remains still and ashen between them and Magnus, and Magnus realizes he’s still crushing Alec’s limp hand in his. He doesn’t let go.

“Ave atque vale,” Luke breathes, and Isabelle looks up at him, shaking her head in denial. Magnus chokes and buries his head in Alec’s chest again, willing time to stop, stop until he can figure a way out of this. Isabelle grasps his shoulder hard, her grip bruising and anchoring.

Magnus sobs anew, throat and face and heart burning. He can’t hear these words. He’s not ready. He’s not ready to make this real.

“Ave atque vale,” Jace murmurs, and Magnus can’t breathe.

“Wait,” Jace says, and everyone freezes.

Magnus doesn’t know how long they spent sitting there. Minutes. Hours. Too long. Not long enough. His legs hurt and his lungs burn and his head is full of cotton.

Alec’s hand is cold in his.

The warlocks are gone, except for Catarina. Isabelle is still kneeling beside them, though Clary has stood up and she’s shivering in Simon’s arms now, Luke hovering close to them.

Magnus doesn’t really know how he’s aware of all that. He can barely keep track of what’s going on within his field of vision, and his eyes haven’t left Alec’s still face, and the insulting blood red of the arrow’s fletching.

Why red? Why does Alec use red arrows? Magnus has never asked. He should have.

He never will, now.

Fuck.

Jace slowly, awkwardly untangles himself from Magnus, pushing him with his elbows. Magnus lets himself be handled like a puppet with its strings cut — that sums up how he feels. He can barely hold himself up on his own, once Jace’s support is gone.

Jace is pointing at something, gesturing, and things are moving. Magnus wills himself to focus, even though he wants to never have to think again. He wants to lay down beside Alec and let himself drift off to sleep, and maybe never wake up.

He wants to wake up from this nightmare and find Alec alive and well beside him, eyes full of sleep, morning light kissing his face and making his skin golden.

He wants Alec.

“Magnus,” Isabelle calls him, and he shakes himself. He follows her finger and looks down, at Jace, at Jace’s parabatai rune — the space on his hip where it should be — and it’s…

It’s there. Black on pale skin, the pattern unmistakable. It’s still there.

It should be gone.

“How?” Magnus croaks out.

“I don’t know,” Jace says. And for the first time in however long this nightmare has been, there’s something beside agony in his voice. “I can’t feel him, but it’s still there.”

“That means he’s not dead,” Clary says, coming closer. “Right?”

Magnus looks back at Alec’s unmoving body. “But then—”

“I don’t know,” Jace murmurs.

“Alec’s rune disappeared,” Isabelle says. “When you died,” she points to Jace. “His rune was gone.”

“But mine isn’t.”

Magnus looks between them, then at Alec again. Jace was dead. Jace was dead, and now he isn’t, because he was resurrected by—

“Catarina!” he calls, struck by a sudden thought.

Catarina is at his side in seconds.

“Cat, I need you to restart his heart,” Magnus says.

Catarina moves uncomfortably. “Magnus, he’s gone.”

“I don’t think he is.”

She looks at him with something like pity in her eyes, and at any other time, that would have angered him. But he’d have to be able to feel something beside numbness for that.

Numbness and the nameless, pulsing hope taking roots at the back of his mind. What if—

“Please,” he begs. “Just do it.”

Catarina looks ready to argue, but she looks at the others, and she sees the same budding hope in their eyes. Jace points to his rune, and Magnus can see the moment she understands, her eyes widening.

She places her hands on Alec’s chest carefully, one on each side of the arrow, and sends out a pulse of magic. Alec’s body responds violently to the shock, his back arching, but he doesn’t otherwise move.

“Again,” Magnus pleads.

Alec’s chest glows white. Again. His body jerks up. Again. Magnus holds his breath.

Again.

Nothing changes.

Catarina lets her hands fall, her magic sizzling out. Magnus wants to scream, to throw something, to destroy, but he just sags and Isabelle lets out a sob. Jace lets out a slow, controlled breath, hand on his still present rune.

“One more,” he murmurs.

Catarina shakes her head. “It won’t do anything.”

“Please.”

Magnus doesn’t let her argue. He places his own hands on Alec’s chest and wills his magic out, what little isn’t burning his body from the inside out.

The shock sends him flailing backward into Jace’s arms, but his eyes never leave Alec’s face.

Please, he begs silently.

Wake up.

“I’ve got a pulse,” Catarina breathes out, fingers pressed to Alec’s neck.

“He’s alive,” Jace says, like he doesn’t really believe it himself. “He’s alive.”

Magnus breathes for what feels like the first time in hours.

“He’s alive,” Jace breathes. He keeps repeating that, so much that the sentence loops in Magnus’ head. It’s good. He needs the reminder.

Alec is unmoving and pale in the infirmary bed, the whiteness of the sheets and the harsh neon lights accentuating the ashen quality of his skin. At least the red arrow is gone, though it still haunts Magnus’ nightmares. Instead, Alec’s chest is bare but for the thick bandages holding him together, a tube still coming out of his lung to drain the blood. The small oxygen cannula under his nose is a welcome change from the respirator that breathed for him for the last two days, though Magnus now finds himself regularly checking with his hand that Alec is still breathing.

His heart keeps skipping beats in fear, every time he forgets for a second that Alec is safe and finally on the mend.

For all that Alec was alive once Magnus revived him, getting him stable has been an uphill battle. Catarina poured every bit of magic she had left into repairing the lung pierced by the arrow, while she drained the blood out the mundane way, so Alec would stop drowning in his own blood. The injuries were too severe for iratzes to be of much use, even when drawn by Jace.

It’s been almost sixty hours, and Jace hasn’t slept. Magnus dozed off in his chair a few times, his head resting on his and Alec’s linked hands — powering through the magic overuse-induced crash has proved impossible, however much he wanted to stay awake in case Alec—

In case Alec woke up, Magnus tells himself firmly. That’s it. He’ll be okay.

“He’s alive,” he murmurs back.

Jace has been burning through stamina runes one after the other. There’s a shadow in his eyes that matches the one in Magnus’ heart, a hole in the shape of Alec that has filled itself with inescapable dread. He was dead.

Magnus wonders if that’s how Alec felt when Jace died. He remembers sitting with him on the floor of the ops center for nearly an hour, his heart constricting the longer Alec remained there motionless, eyes empty like he couldn’t even see the world around him. He wonders if Alec has been carrying this fear ever since, that Jace might die again, if that was what Magnus couldn’t put his finger on when they argued about his immortality.

Alec was dead for half-an-hour, and Magnus wonders if they’ll ever heal from that.

“I thought you were dead.”

Alec stares up at Jace, unimpressed. It’s not the first time he’s woken up, but it’s the first time he’s off the painkillers that made him too loopy to hold a conversation. His hand twitches in Magnus’ as he looks at his parabatai, propped up on pillows, the oxygen cannula slightly crooked under his nose. His other arm is splinted and resting on a pillow, the broken bones only partly healed.

Things have started to settle into a routine. Magnus has still barely left the infirmary — the advantage of magic is that he doesn’t even need to go home to shower — but he’s let Isabelle put him a cot in a corner of the room to sleep. Jace crashed once Alec woke up the first time and slept for twenty-four hours straight, and now he’s back, as annoying as ever. The others come and go, bringing books and food, as Alec spends more and more time awake.

It’s been five days. Magnus doesn’t need to check that Alec is breathing every other minute anymore.

“I was dead, apparently,” Alec mutters. “Anyone figure out what happened with that?”

Magnus shifts in his seat. “I think I may have. I talked about it at length with Catarina and we are of the same opinion.”

Catarina has come by for an hour every day to check on Alec and help along his healing. This kind of delicate work isn’t Magnus’ strong suit despite his superior raw power, and he prefers to let her do it as long as she’s willing. It’s given them the time to have in-depth conversations.

“And?” Jace prompts.

Magnus shakes himself, realizing that he’s zoned out. Focusing on anything has proven difficult. “And this is just another proof that you two don’t do things by halves,” he says. “The last time I really looked at your bond with my magic was when Alec got lost trying to find you, Jace. Back then, it was a simple soul bond, anchored by the runes on your bodies.”

“Do you mean it’s changed somehow?” Alec asks. Magnus studies him, to see if he should put off this conversation until later. Alec’s face is drawn with lines of pain, but he’s more alert than he’s been since that night. He frowns in worry, and Magnus knows that despite his state, he’ll insist on hearing it now.

“When I looked at it again, there was a third component,” Magnus says. “Beside your two souls. A tether, of sorts.”

“What do you mean?” Jace asks.

“I think…” Magnus hesitates. “I think that when Biscuit made the wish and resurrected you, Raziel didn’t just bring you back to life. He tethered your soul to this realm. And because of the soul bond, that extends to Alec.”

“So it...kept me here, even when my body died?” Alec asks.

“Yes. That’s what I think.”

The parabatai exchange a look, one that Magnus can’t completely decipher. “Does that mean we can’t die?” Jace asks as Alec lets his head rest back on his pillow, exhausted.

“Quite possibly,” Magnus says. He doesn’t know yet what to do with the relief he feels knowing that. The Alec-shaped terror in his heart has quietened until it’s barely there.

But there are other consequences to this, and he doesn’t know how Alec will take them.

Alec coughs painfully, his good hand slipping from Magnus’ to clutch at his chest. Magnus immediately slips a hand behind his neck to help him sit up until the fit stops.

“Do you need more painkillers?” Jace asks when Alec leans back, spent.

Alec shakes his head, his eyes closed.

“Alec. I can feel your pain.”

“I’m good,” Alec refuses stubbornly. “Magnus.”

“Yes, darling?” Magnus leans closer.

“That tether… It means we’re immortal, doesn’t it? That’s what you’re not telling us.”

Magnus swallows. “I think it might,” he admits. “Nothing’s certain, but—”

“Immortal,” Jace sighs.

Alec’s hand finds its way back to Magnus and he wonders if ‘I’m sorry’ is an appropriate response. Like immortality is an illness of some kind. Some days, it feels that way.

They don’t talk about it again until Alec is released from the infirmary. He’s still weak and in pain, but Isabelle and Maryse have caught him twice now trying to smuggle paperwork to his room to work, and he’s declared that he can’t stand the thought of staring at the same four walls any longer.

Magnus immediately volunteered to take him home and take care of him.

“Can you help me with this?” Alec calls from their bedroom, sounding disgruntled. As Magnus has learned in the past week, Alec hates asking for help. Really really hates it.

Given that he has no other choice, Magnus has been trying to make it as painless as possible. He finishes putting on his robe and walks out of the bathroom.

“What is it?”

Alec is sitting on the bed, stuck halfway through taking off his tee-shirt, with his still splinted arm getting in the way. His sling is lying on the bed beside him along with his pants. Magnus rushes over and simply banishes the tee-shirt, hand slipping underneath Alec’s arm to support it through the pressure change. “There,” he smiles.

“Thanks,” Alec grumbles. “I hate this.”

Magnus kneels in front of him and strokes his cheek. “I don’t,” he says.

Alec raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“I hate that you’re in pain,” Magnus elaborates. “But I’m really, really glad you’re alive. And I get to take care of you, which is a nice bonus.”

Alec leans into his touch, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry I scared you,” he says.

“Scared doesn’t cover it,” Magnus sighs. “For a while there, I—” he chokes on his words, the memory raw in his mind. “I thought I’d lost you. I thought you were dead and I realized that I’ve never loved like I love you. That I can’t lose you.”

“I feel like that, too,” Alec says.

Magnus bites his lip. “The life I’ve lived, Alec… I’ve learned that we can survive anything. The pain, it stays, but… We live on. When we got together, I knew that you were going to die one day, that I was setting myself up for a lot of pain, down the road. I fell in love with you and I decided that it was worth it. And then you died. And it was...worse than anything I’d imagined.”

Magnus feels a tear run down his cheek. Alec leans forward to rest his forehead against Magnus’, burying his hand in Magnus’ hair. “I don’t know what I feel about being immortal yet,” he says. “But I know that I don’t want to lose you. Ever.”

Magnus lets out something that sounds almost like a whimper. He’s not sure if it’s retrospective fear or relief. “I love you,” he murmurs.

“I love you too,” Alec whispers. “I think...if I had been given the time to decide, the ability to choose...I’d have chosen to become immortal with you. To love you forever.”

“And now?” Magnus asks.

Alec stays silent for a moment, thinking. “I still get to do that,” he says. “It’s not my choice, and it’s going to be a little more...complicated, but I still get to be with you forever. And that’s an incredible gift.”

Magnus lets out a sob and leans forward to meet his mouth, kissing him gently. “Forever,” he murmurs.

#shadowhunters #malec #malec fic #alec lightwood #magnus bane #jace herondale #mine #echo's fanfiction #prompt fill #asks #ask meme #hmdiscord

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clonewarsreturns · 4 years

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-Broken-

Part 1

Good soldiers follow orders.

The jet trooper stood like a statue at the cliff side, slowly regaining consciousness. He could hardly remember what had happened. Buddies from the 212 had comm’d him saying that general grievous was dead and he remembered running up to tell Taya. To celebrate with his friend. What happened….He recalled Jace...right beside her.. something happened...what did he do…thumper stepped closer to the cliffs edge searching for a clue.

He remembered hearing something before losing himself….some order coming over the coms. The jet trooper tried to think of what it might’ve been but was interrupted by his stomach retaliating. Pulling off his helmet, the jet trooper emptied his stomach as his body shook vigorously. What happened...what happened to them…

His heartbeat pounded in his ears as flashes of memory filled his brain. Order 66. Jedi. Treason. Jace. Jace no. Please help me. Please. Taya-

The gun shot echoed in his mind as he saw the memory of Jace being pulled over the edge of the cliff. Thumper gasped in distraught as he scrambled to the edge of the cliff. He stared wide eyed in disbelief at the rapids below. The rocks were sharp and jagged. His eyes darted all over the murky water for any sign of life. All he could see was the blood stained rocks below. His stomach turned again as he let out an agonizing cry.

Stumbling toward the base, the jet trooper wore a blank stare. He saw his brothers in a confused daze falling into line as they awaited new orders. Thumper started towards the line as if on command. But as he walked, his mind was in pieces.

-Sprinter, Scanner, Hops, Taya was murdered by...Jace...my last pieces of family.. gone.-

Thumper froze. He stared through his visor breathing heavily as he looked at the clones. These weren’t his brothers. Jace was his last just as Hops was his first. What’s the point of this?

The trooper shook as he removed his decorated helmet. The diamond insignias pierced his heart as he thumbed them one last time. Thumper dropped the helmet on the muddied earth before turning away from the troops. He forced his feet forward one step at a time, body trembling with each step.

Shouts from some officer were nothing more than a muffle to his ears as he pressed forward. He struggled to breathe as he waited for the inevitable blaster to penetrate his body. He was a deserter. A deserter from the grand army of the republic. He was to be shot on sight. But frankly he didn’t mind. It would mean he was a step closer to his family.

It wasn’t until he entered the jungle before him that he realized he was free. But was he ever truly free?

The trooper walked for hours, ignoring the pain in his legs. He didn’t know where he was going but just that he knew his time in the grand army was done. It died with his family.

Thumper couldn’t recall passing out but he hated being woken up. The world was fuzzy before him but the rain tried to clear his senses. A throbbing sensation spread through his leg as he laid at the bottom of the ravine. He didn’t move to adjust the pain, he didn’t care. He thought that in some cruel way he deserved this. All the headaches he’d given Jace, the scoldings from Hops, he couldn’t help but chuckle at what Hops would say if he saw him now. A rain drop hit his eye causing the trooper to sit up from a past memory. Force.. thumper cursed himself for moving but the memory was forever a part of him.

-The SCARIFF mission-

The LAAT’s took off in pairs of two. Intervals to keep from minimal casualties for the Seppies tried to cut them off from the cruisers. Thumper joked with a terrified Sprinter in order to calm his nerves but a hit to the LAAT door caused it to swing open. The jet trooper-in full equipment- was forced out of the ship. He remembered Sprinter’s hand reaching out as he plummeted to the surface. Thumper prayed to the force that the hit wasn’t going to hurt but before he could finish he had hit the watery surface.

The pain from the surface tension was barely an issue for Thumper had worse problems ahead. His ears rang violently as his helmet filled with water. He tried to hit his jet pack to get working but it had been damaged. Kriff! He choked on the water as it filled ever crevice of his weighted armor. The jet trooper tried desperately to fight the pull but it was no hope. Force he didn’t want to die-not like this.

Just as water filled his lungs he saw a shadow plunge toward him.

A moment of consciousness came over him as Thumper violently sprung to life. The red lighting of the LAAT illuminated the fear stricken faces of his brothers. Before fading again, he saw General Natali soaking wet as she argued with her Captain. Heh...marital disputes….

The jet trooper had thought that was the end of his worries but was met with a grave reminder in the refresher that evening. He turned on the faucet but the instant the cold water hit his face he blacked out.

He woke to Jace barking orders to nearby brothers who quickly threw on what they could before running.

Breath Vod, I’m here.. you’re okay. You’re okay.. it was then he realized he hadn’t taken a breath in a while. Jace squeezed his hand as he struggled to do so. It’s alright, Vod. I’m here.. He could hardly tell through his own tears if Jace’s eyes had them as well.

Before long, Hops came skidding into view with a small medical kit. Thumper felt awful seeing the disheveled silver hair since it meant he had been woken. Hops took Jace’s place but he could still feel his brother’s hand.

Force he missed them…

The triggered memory caused the jet trooper’s stomach to lurch in pain as he let out a sob. He didn’t ask for any of this..

-months later-

The former trooper didn’t recall what he had said to piss off the Zabrak before him but to be honest he didn’t care. The hit to his stomach caused the alcohol to turn in his bruised stomach. The rodian had a tough grip on him, not like he would’ve fought it. This wasn’t exactly how he imagined dying but with no war or family to leave behind, what’s the point of a glorious outing? He faded in and out of consciousness, something he had grown accustomed to in his depressive state. There have been so many instances since the fall of the republic that Thumper thought it was the end. But every time some not so Good Samaritan would come along and pull him back to life.

The Rodian threw him hard against the pavement. Thumper spat out the blood filling his mouth as the world spun around him. A cold blade was pushed against his throat. Finally.. he thought as he braced for the end.

But to his dismay the Zabrak turned their attention to something else. Thumper laid still anticipating the finishing blow. He squinted through swollen eyed for his attacker but was startled by a third entering the fray. The figure had knocked the rodian out clean with a pipe and held a pistol to the Zabrak. Thumper’s curiosity outweighed the depressive tendencies he had so he tried to roll onto his side. A stinging sensation spread across his neck as he held it tight. The blade had made a small wound but it hurt nonetheless. Thumper didn’t want to be saved again so he tried to crawl away from the attacker. He had been the victim of a not so well intentioned rescue before and was not looking to be saved that way again. But before he could get very far, he felt a hand in his. He froze at the sudden weight in his own. The words spoken caused his entire world to collapse.

“It’s alright vod… I’m here.”

Thumper stared at the masked man who shared his eyes. The man pulled down the mask revealing the mirror image he knew far too well.

“Oh force...I really am dead..” thumper muttered in shock causing his former captain to crack a smile. He had some new scars but Jace’s kind eyes stayed the same.

“Not yet, Thumper..” hearing him speak these words caused thumper to break. He fell into his brother’s arms for he was too weak to hold himself up anymore. He squeezed his arms around Jace as he cried into his chest. Jace rubbed his hand on the shivering trooper’s back as he hushed his brother. “Im bringing you home..”

#star wars the clone wars #cwacrossthestars #star wars oc #tcw #order 66 #clone trooper #clone trooper thumper

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half-bakedboy · 4 years

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When the World Stops Turning

***WARNING: Major Character Death***

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Magnus’ phone hit the floor with a clang, echoing through the immediately silent Institute. Shadowhunters and downworlders alike stopped what they were doing and listened to the guttural sobs that bursted from Magnus’ mouth. He dropped to the floor, his knees hitting painfully against the cement floor but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

This was the moment he knew he would never be ready for. The moment Alec had tried to prepare him for with words of reassurance and optimism about how special their relationship was and how nothing could come between them, not even...

Fifteen years. Him and Alec had fifteen years of memories. Fifteen years of fun and fights and love. Fifteen years of changing the world.

But he wasn’t ready for all of that to end.

The Institute doors slammed open, Jace carrying an unmoving Alec across the threshold before collapsing. His sobs reverberated through the room and Izzy ran from her spot behind Magnus to comfort him. She cradled his head in her lap but he fought, his hands surging to his shirt to watch the fading parabatai rune. He called for medics frantically, his cries being answered as shadowhunters ran to the two men. But Izzy only waved them off, seeing the glowing iratze on Alec’s skin flickering and useless. She held Jace’s face in her hands, pushing his ichor filled hair off of his forehead and placed a gentle kiss there. Her own tears stained her face, her makeup ran and the ichor covering her brother seeped into her clothing. But neither of them could bring themselves to care as they watched their brother, lifeless on the floor.

Magnus was frozen in time. Alec was more still than Magnus had ever seen him, his eyes closed and his face pale. If Magnus didn’t see the parabatai rune on Jace’s abdomen, he would have thought he was already dead. Another door slammed somewhere in the Institute and Alec’s eyes opened, slowly, but they opened. And Magnus snapped back.

“Alexander!” Magnus wailed. His tears were flowing uncontrollably as he struggled to stand again. He tripped over his usually smooth feet as he ran toward his husband. When he reached, he hauled Alec into his lap and nestled his head into his chest. Alec winced at the movement but smiled anyways. Magnus shook his head and brushed his hair out of his face. It was slick with sweat and pale. So pale. Magnus leaned their foreheads together and sniffled.

“Hey, I’m… I’m here, Magnus,” Alec stuttered. Magnus held Alec tighter at the sound of his voice. He sounded so... weak. Magnus had never heard him sound so weak or unsure. Magnus realized that Alec’s first reaction was to say he was okay, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t okay.

“You are here. And we’re together, Alexander. Just like we should be,” Magnus reassured. He felt his hands tremble as they carressed Alec’s face. Alec took a shaky breath, his pain obvious to Magnus who shushed him softly. Magnus pressed his lips to Alec’s temple before resting his forehead to the same spot.

“I’m scared, Magnus,” Alec admitted, his voice trembling as he did so. Magnus pulled back, shock flashing across his face. Alec had always been ready to accept death. In the past, he had spoken about how shadowhunters die quickly and there’s no time to fear it. Magnus wiped away a tear that fell from Alec’s eye and let his thumb swipe gently on his cheekbone.

“It’s okay, Alexander. You don’t have to be scared. I’m here,” Magnus whispered. Alec shook his head but winced again. Magnus went to chastise him for overdoing it even in death but Alec shook his head again, his hands coming up to rest over Magnus’.

“Magnus, I…” Alec swallowed as a small sob escaped his lips. “I don’t want you to forget me,” Alec revealed. Magnus inhaled sharply before shaking his own head vigorously.

“I could never forget you, my love,” Magnus said softly. He leaned in and pressed their lips together, savoring the kiss like it was the last time he would get to taste Alec. More tears fell as he realized that the horrifying truth of it all. That would be one of the last times he would feel the warmth of Alec’s lips against his. He pulled Alec closer, his trembling hands cupping Alec’s face as their lips moved together slowly and gently. Alec pulled back the best he could, his eyes filled with sorrow.

“In hundreds of years, when you’ve moved on from me…” Alec couldn’t seem to finish, his voice trailing off but his eyes staying focused as best they could on Magnus. Magnus breathed out with a mixture of a sob and laughter. He pressed his forehead to Alec’s and locked their eyes.

“Impossible,” Magnus chided. He held Alec’s head in his hands before using all of the energy he had in his body to throw his memories into the air. He vaguely heard the gasps around him as the story of their lives circled around them. Both Magnus and Alec smiled at each other as they recalled those special moments.

Their first kiss, when Alec stormed down the aisle and grabbed him with sure hands. The moment Magnus realized he was in love with Alec, as Alec laid helpless from the effects of the parabatai tracking rune. The moment Alec realized he was in love with Magnus, unable to find him after Valentine infiltrated the Institute. Their first time, with laughter and happiness radiating through them. Their wedding, the happiest Magnus had thought he could ever be. When they adopted Max and Rafael and Magnus realized that was the happiest he could be. The many movie nights spent cuddled up on the couch, a kid on each of their laps. Every single time their lips had med and Magnus realized it was the best feeling in the world. Their trips to Paris, London, and Rome where they had somehow found photo booths each time, messing around and playing while obtaining photos Magnus could keep when Alec…

Magnus was broken out of his thoughts as Alec’s sobs took over. He held Alec as close to him as he could, not ready to let him go. Alec coughed violently, spitting up a mixture of blood and ichor. Magnus shushed him again and brushed his hair back from his forehead. He kissed Alec again, uncaring of the mess because he needed to savor Alec for just a little longer. He needed Alec to know just how much he would remember.

“I will never move on from you, Alexander. In all of my years, I have never been so in love with anyone. You’re my husband, my soulmate, the father of my children, the love of my life. And these memories will never go away,” Magnus sobbed out, his arms pulling Alec’s weakened body even closer to him. Alec nodded slowly, his eyes struggling to stay open. “I love you, Alexander. It’s okay. You can join the angels now, okay?” Alec nodded again as he finally let his eyes shut. His head fell back against Magnus’ arm as he exhaled one last time, the weight of the world no longer on his shoulders. Magnus let his magic flow over him and felt Alec’s heart slow before the beat stilled.

And Magnus let himself feel.

The Institute was silent, his sobs only mixed with the whimpers of Izzy and Jace. He held his Alexander in his arms tighter and tighter, his body convulsing with every wail that left his lips. He tried to calm himself down, tried to breath, tried to push away the fact his life was now forever changed. He lifted up his head and saw the memories circling around him. The last time he looked at his past like this was when he was going to erase it forever because at the time the thought of losing Alec was more than he could bear. He realized that the pain he felt at this moment eclipsed any pain he had ever felt before.

He latched onto that pain and held Alec’s lifeless body just a little bit tighter.

“Max Lightwood-Bane, what did I tell you about going into my things?” Magnus chastised, his voice more serious than he ever liked it to be. Alec was always the disciplinarian. Max looked over at his father and shrugged. Though he was looking in Magnus’ direction, he wouldn’t look Magnus in the eyes. Magnus walked over and placed a gentle hand on his son’s shoulder. Max peered up from underneath his eyelashes and Magnus saw the glisten of tears about to fall. Magnus pulled him into a tight hug, his hand stroking over the mess of curls on top of his son’s head. “What’s wrong, my little blueberry?” Magnus asked. Rafael peeked around the side of the bed, matching tears in his eyes. Magnus pulled him into the same hug.

“We miss daddy, papa. We miss him so much,” Max cried, nuzzling his head into Magnus’ neck. A pang shot through Magnus’ heart and he glanced at Rafael, who nodded somberly in agreement. Rafael held up a strip of photos, the sides starting to bend in with age. Magnus chuckled softly and took the photo from Rafael’s hand. He laid back on his bed, his children on either side of him.

“I want to show you something, boys.” Magnus waved his hands and let his magic flow from his fingertips. Both boys gasped and clung tighter to Magnus as a memory of him and Alec in Paris floated through the air.

“Daddy?” Max asked softly, one of his hands reaching up to grab at Alec’s hand. When it went through the image, Max sighed.

“This was our third date. I portalled your daddy to Paris and we found a photo booth near the Eiffel Tower, the biggest tower in all of Paris. And your daddy,” Magnus stopped to breathe in slowly, his breath shaky. “Your daddy pulled us into it and managed to surprise my 400 year old self once again. He was… full of surprises.” Magnus watched as Alec threw his legs over Magnus’ lap and kissed his cheek before drastically changing their position, the timer going off before he could get into the next pose. Magnus watched the smile on Alec’s face and remembered it like it was yesterday, not 25 years ago.

“I miss him, papa,” Rafael said, his voice choked up with tears. Magnus nodded and kissed both of his sons heads before snapping his fingers and changing the memory in the air. This time, it was Alec tossing assorted foods in Jace’s direction during a family dinner. Both boys giggled and watched, their eyes wide as they remembered their father.

“He’s watching over us, I have no doubt.” And Magnus didn’t. He felt Alec with him every day. In the black shirts Magnus slept with every night, in the vampires and werewolves he passed in the hallways of the Institute, in the smiles and giggles of his children. But he felt it more when the memories floated over him. And he would hold onto it forever, just like he promised.

(Beta’d by the amazing @schmicosmalec. You da best ♥️)

#malec #malec fic #alec lightwood #magnus bane #mortal alec #major character death #ALEC DIES #THIS IS A DEATH FIC #PLEASE DON'T YELL AT ME #my writing

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fallenqueen2 · 5 years

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Like Legends Chapter 8 [Shadowhunters/Supernatural]

Alec has a past that not even his siblings know about and he had put it out of his mind for years. When a vision comes to him one night he is dragged back into a different world of Shadows.

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Magnus stared at the waiting voice mail that had come from Alec’s cell phone. After that conversation with ‘Jack’ hours before Magnus was in no mood to hear what Alec had to say. Magnus swirled his drink between his fingers as he looked around his loft. Jace, Izzy, and Clary were all fast asleep and camped out in the living area. They had come running back to him with a note from Alec a few days ago; panicking because Jace couldn’t feel anything through his Parabatai rune and how close it was to the last time Alec had disappeared.

Magnus had tried his tracking spell, but once more he was forced back from Alec’s location and he prayed that his father had not gotten his hands on Alec as he had clearly done the last time. Magnus had been relieved when his call had finally been answered only to feel like he had been stabbed in the heart when another man’s voice answered and confirmed that Alec was there but exhausted and sleeping next to him. Magnus could only assume that his angel had moved on and it hurt in a way that he hadn’t felt in a very long time if ever.

Magnus couldn’t stop himself from dialing his voice mail, even if it was just to hear Alec’s voice one last time, even if it meant having his heart fully broken.

“Magnus? It’s me; I just woke up and saw all your calls? Is everything okay?” Alec babbled nervously in a way that made Magnus smile fondly before a noise of pain echoed in Magnus’ ears making him freeze and smile drop from his lips. Magnus bolted to his feet when Alec’s phone obviously was dropped to the floor.

“Alec? ALEC!” Jack’s voice was distant from the phone and Magnus clutched his own desperately as sounds of pain came from Alec on the other end of the phone.

“No, no! Alec, hang on! What am I suppose to do?” Jack sounded as desperate as Magnus felt before a cold chill washed over his whole body and the Warlock’s knees went weak at the next words.

“Lucifer, Lucifer said he can help you!” Jack was babbling and Magnus’ heart was caught in his throat as an odd noise like feathers filled his ear before ringing silence ended the message.

“Magnus? Magnus, what’s wrong?” Clary’s hand was at Magnus’ elbow suddenly, startling the Warlock. Magnus sank into an armchair and silently replayed the message on speakerphone this time and watched as the color drained from the trio’s face.

“Lucifer? As in the devil himself, Lucifer?” Izzy asked in a soft voice as she sank onto the couch, legs unable to hold her body up any longer.

“What the hell is Alec mixed up with?” Jace clutched his Parabatai rune like a lifeline as he paced the room as Clary rubbed Magnus’ shoulders in an attempt to sooth the shocked Warlock.

“Nothing good if Lucifer is involved,” Magnus said faintly, he had been slowly panicking since he had found his father’s magic on Alec but now Lucifer? What was his Alexander involved in?

“Argh!” Jace suddenly collapsed onto the floor, hands scrambling at his Parabatai rune. The other three quickly jumped up and hurried to the fallen blond’s aid. Magnus had his magic swirling around his fingers as Clary and Izzy laid Jace onto his back, shoving his shirt up.

“Alec, ALEC!” Jace cried out, eyes suddenly flying wide as they glowed a molten gold that matched his runes like when he was using his abilities from his angel blood. Jace’s body convulsed and jerked about as Izzy and Clary tried to hold him down so he didn’t hurt himself.

“Whatever it is, it’s happening to Alexander and Jace is just experiencing echoes of it. I can’t help him.” Magnus swore when his magic told him what the issue was.

“Come on Alec, Jace, fight this,” Izzy muttered as she squeezed her eyes shut as she and Clary clung to the writhing form of Jace. Jace suddenly stilled before arching off the floor, mouth open in a silent scream before his body collapsed fully onto the floor. His eyes and runes faded back to their normal colors all expect for his Parabatai rune that stayed golden.

“Jace?” Clary whispered as she and Izzy helped the now groaning blond to sit upright as Magnus knelt in front of them with his hand on Jace’s ankle in concern.

“Alec’s okay, I can feel him now. He feels different, but a good different in a way I can’t really explain.” Jace said, voice hoarse from all the screaming he had done before he cupped his golden rune at his side.

“Oh thank the angels.” Izzy slumped forward with her head resting on the top of Jace’s head. Magnus allowed himself to feel relief that Alexander was alright before he rose to his feet, feeling a large almost angelic energy source hurtling towards his wards.

“Magnus?” Clary eyed a bottle that was rattling on a shelf as Magnus let his magic feed into his wards, but he was not prepared to stop an Angel if it wanted in.

“Brace yourselves,” Magnus said simply as he lowered his wards not wanting to feel the effects of this Angel tearing through them like paper. Magnus’ loft shook almost violently as a bright light burst through the open doors and windows before black and golden tipped feathers began to fall from the ceiling as a dome of light formed in the entryway. Magnus let his magic flare up while the Shadowhunters behind him unsheathed their Seraph blades, well Izzy and Clary did. Jace was still clutching at his Parabatai rune and watching the dome of light with some sort of knowledge in his eyes.

The dome faded away and Magnus felt like he could sob when the familiar face and body of Alexander appeared. What stopped Magnus was the way his eyes and runes glowed golden and massive wings that were settled on his back.

“Are we someplace safe Alec?” A boy around Izzy’s age with floppy brown hair asked Alec as he peered around the room and Magnus blinked at the familiar voice of Jack.

“I can’t think of anywhere safer,” Alec said honestly and Magnus had to swallow back a noise at the familiar tones of Alec’s voice and how a tender smile appeared on Alec’s face when their eyes met.

“Magnus,” Alec made an aborted move towards the Warlock before curling his wings around him almost shyly.

“Alexander,” Magnus gave a watery smile.

“Big brother? What in all the Angels is going on?” Izzy demanded as she slinked forward, eyes wide with wonder as she took in the wings her brother had.

“It’s a long story Iz, I’m sorry for worrying you all,” Alec said softly before laughing when Jace bolted past them all and tossed his arms around his Parabatai in a tight hug. Alec’s arms and wings curled around the blond just as tightly.

“So you’re a bit more Angel than even Clary and myself are now huh?” Jace asked as he tugged at one of the feathers before laughing when said feathers smacked his hand.

“Something like that,” Alec said before grunting when Izzy hugged him next before punching him with an annoyed look on her face.

“No more secrets big brother,” Izzy said sternly and Alec rolled his eyes while Jack watched it all with wide, innocent eyes.

“I’ll try,” Alec promised and Izzy just sighed as Clary approached warily.

“Hey Fray,” Alec said with a twist of his lips.

“Lightwood, I can’t believe you have wings. I am so going to draw these later,” Clary stated firmly as she gazed longingly at the large wings.

“Should I call the others, to let them know they don’t need to find Gabriel anymore?” Jack asked, tugging lightly at Alec’s sleeve, drawing attention to himself.

“Too late kiddo,” Dean’s voice rang out causing the group to twist around to see Dean, Sam, Castiel, and Gabriel all standing behind the now open front door.

“My wards are still down,” Magnus said simply when Jace shot him a look. Magnus couldn’t pull his eyes away from Alec, more along the lines of he wouldn’t. He did not want to lose Alec anymore than he already had, even if he had wings and shining runes now.

“Let me take a look at ya kid,” Gabriel strode in; eyes scanning Alec as Jack hurried over to Castiel, looking like a kicked puppy. Castiel just patted his shoulder in silence and Sam sent Jack a reassuring smile while Dean kept his eyes on the blades Izzy and Clary were holding and the blue magic that was still misting around Magnus’ fingers.

“Why didn’t you tell me the Grace I put inside of you to protect you from Lucifer was burning you up?” Gabriel scolded as he let some of his own Grace bubble up to his fingertips as he stroked Alec’s wings, smiling when Alec’s whole body relaxed and slumped under the soft touches.

“I thought you were dead until I came to save you from Asmodeus! Then you dropped me back at the Institute and vanished before I had the chance.” Alec said as he crossed his arms over his still bare chest, giving Gabriel an unimpressed look.

Magnus choked on his breath when Alec said his father’s name, revealing that Alec had been lying about being in contact with him before. Magnus’ insides twisted at the new lie but relief that Alec was okay after that encounter overpowered it.

“Point, but still Lucifer? Really?” Gabriel snorted as he let his Grace wash over Alec’s body now, shoulders slumping in relief that the cracks in his soul seemed to be healed over and Grace was safely nestled in his chest like before.

“It was Jack’s only choice at the time, we didn’t know he planned on using me as an experiment to see how Raizel’s bloodline would mix with Archangel Grace. Apparently, it works fine,” Alec repeated what Lucifer had revealed.

“I think there is a bigger problem than that though, I’m sure Jack felt it as well but… I think Heaven’s dying Gabriel,” Alec said softly and the room shifted as Castiel and Gabriel’s eyes narrowed and Alec’s wings flared in response.

“I think Alec can fix it,” Jack said as he stepped up so he under Alec’s wing again, obviously he liked it there.

“How so?” Gabriel turned his attention to his nephew.

“He’s stronger than Lucifer, maybe even me. He is a mixed blooded Archangel whose wings are actually material. I think he can jumpstart Heaven again.” Jack explained what he knew in his very core was the truth.

“That is true, Alec is something that not even Chuck, I mean God could have planned for,” Sam spoke up, exchanging looks with Dean.

“I’m not about to tell the kid to go up to Heaven and power it back up. He’ll have to deal with all the politics and dick angels that are left up there.” Dean snorted and Sam hummed his acknowledgment.

“All this talk of Heaven and Angels is making my head hurt, Alec what the hell is going on and who the Angel are these guys?” Jace pointed at the new group and Magnus had to silently agree.

“Oh right,” Alec rubbed his head shyly and Magnus felt relief knowing that his Alexander was still in there.

“This is Sam and Dean Winchester, they are the best monster hunters around. This is Castiel an Angel from heaven, this is Gabriel who is an Archangel from heaven and this is Jack. He’s a true Nephilim; he’s the son of a mortal and Lucifer.” Alec gestured to each person as he spoke.

“Archangels and the son of Lucifer, sure why not?” Clary whispered in awe as Jack cheerfully waved when he was introduced

“This is my sister Isabelle and my Parabatai Jace. The redhead is Clary and this is Magnus Bane the High Warlock of Brooklyn.” Alec repeated the action but with his family and ex-boyfriend.

“Ah, so this is the son of Asmodeus!” Gabriel inspected Magnus who stiffened at the casual reveal of his father.

“Sorry, kiddo but looks like you’re a proper Prince of Hell or Edom now since I burnt your old man to ash when he tried to kill Alec here, hope you understand,” Gabriel informed Magnus while waving a hand dismissively.

“What?” Magnus whispered as he sank into his chair in shock, Alec at his side but hands fluttering about nervously as his wings shook like he was unsure if he was allowed to comfort Magnus.

“Alexander,” Magnus made the choice and grasped one of Alec’s hands tightly. Alec’s wings drooped in relief as he clutched at Magnus’ hand tightly.

“Let’s give them some space people!” Gabriel said cheerfully as he herded the gathered group out onto the large balcony, effectively leaving Magnus and Alec alone.

“I’m sorry about your father, I’m sorry about lying to you about it. About lying to you about the Soul Sword, about everything.” Alec babbled as he knelt on the ground in front of Magnus’, wings spreading out around him as he held onto Magnus’ hand like a lifeline.

“Oh my dear Alexander, I thought I couldn’t be with you and uphold my duties to the Downworld, but I was wrong, so very wrong.” Magnus used his free hand to cup Alec’s cheek, pleased when Alec sighed and melted into the gentle touch like he always did. This time his golden eyes burned brighter and his wings shifted showing his emotions freely.

“I’m still sorry I lied, that I did a lot of things wrong and it seems like I keep messing up... I’ve heard relationships take effort right?” Alec murmured as he looked at his wings almost mournfully.

“I’m all for effort, wings or not you are still Alexander Lightwood to me,” Magnus promised and Alec gave an almost blinding smile as he sat up off his heels to press their lips together. Magnus smiled blissfully into the smile as he cupped the back of Alec’s head before laughing as their kiss broke when he realized Alec’s wings were wrapped around them both on reflex.

“I can’t really control them,” Alec said, his pale cheeks flushed.

“I like them,” Magnus smiled as he stroked the surprisingly soft feathers and Alec pressed their forehead together just basking in Magnus’ presence.

#Like Legends #shadowhunters #supernatural #alec lightwood centric #gabriel and alec are old friends #Malec break up era season 1 #Malec makeup #protective Gabe #winged Alec Lightwood #angel hybrid alec #fallenqueen2

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kitty-heron-thorn-blog · 5 years

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we can burn together (kitty)

Hi, I’m new here! I wrote a really short AU fic about Kit and Ty after Kit discovers his powers in QOAAD. There aren’t really any warnings but things do get violent briefly (sorry)! Any feedback would be appreciated x

Hope you enjoy x

A blinding white light exploded across the clearing. Kit had fallen to the ground, rolling from his knees onto his back. He felt as if he’d split in two, the crack causing the surge of power to escape him. It had left him with no breath, and he choked, trying to regain the ability to breathe. Gasping desperately, he tried to talk to Emma, to call for Ty. Each breath felt like a handful of ash in his lungs, and he felt like he was burning, the agonising bite of flames on his skin. He was dying. Weakly, his fingers scrabbled in the dirt, trying to hold onto something. Help me, Emma, help me. Tell Ty -*

“Kit?” A quiet voice sounded at the edge of the clearing. “Emma what happened?” Kit did not hear Emma’s reply; his head and heart were pounding. Ty. Ty was there. Everything was going to be okay. “Ty...” Kit choked, immediately feeling him kneel beside him. He felt the sharp sting of a stele on his shoulder and cried out. “Ty, it burns. Make it stop.” He gasped between words, choking on the invisible dust in his lungs. He felt Ty’s hand circle his wrist, immediately feeling a cooling effect, making him sigh with relief. He heard him whisper but could not make out the words.

As if from a distance, Kit heard his name being called: “Christopher, Christopher,” before falling into darkness.

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“Ty? Ty?” Kit’s voice echoed across the fields. He was standing in the sparse emptiness of the fields. However, now, there was no battle. He could hear distant echoes, but it was as if they were muffled by a blanket. He turned towards the forest and walked inside. Cold air washed over him, and he felt his stomach sink with dread. He carried on walking, somehow knowing the path. Then he saw him. Ty was bound to a tree, magical chains looping around him. He took another step forward but instead of seeing himself bound to the tree opposite, he just saw loops of chain on the ground. His feet carried him forward and his mouth opened.

“I wish – I wish I’d never known you –“* Ty’s face turned towards him, and he shook with silent sobs, tears falling down his face. Kit tried to scream, to say anything, to move towards Ty but he feet stayed stuck to the ground and his mouth tightly fastened shut.

His legs gave way and he dropped to his knees. He looked up once more but instead of seeing Ty bound to the tree, he saw the Riders of Mannan. In front of each of them was someone he knew: Livvy, Dru, Tessa, Jace, his father and Ty. His friends and family glared at him accusingly and then, in one swift motion, each of the faeries drew back their arms and struck forward with their swords so that they protruded through his friends’ chests. Kit screamed.

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“Christopher. Christopher!” His eyes opened widely, staring up into Tessa’s face. Her hair fell loosely around her as she bent over him, concern written on her face. “It’s okay,” she soothed, stroking his hair back from his forehead, “you were only dreaming.” “Is Ty okay?” He asked, hurriedly, sitting up. He winced as he felt his muscles tense and his head pound, sinking back onto the pillow. “Yes. Everyone is fine.” She smiled reassuringly. “He wanted to see you, but you haven’t been allowed visitors.” “What happened?” Kit asked. Tessa began to tell him about his heritage, about how he was the First Heir and that he had magic.

Kit felt a jolt of panic. “I don’t want to rule the Seelie or Unseelie Courts.”“I know, darling.” Tessa’s eyes were sad as she looked at him. “You won’t force me to, will you?” He asked. Tessa laughed lightly and shook her head, opening her mouth to speak when there was a knock at the door. She frowned slightly but stood up and walked a few steps across the narrow room. She pulled back the door, but Kit could not see who it was. “Come in.” She said gently and Kit stared because it was Ty. He found his mind wandering, lost in grey eyes, black hair and cheekbones. The sound of the door closing brought him back to his senses and he saw that Tessa had left them alone.

“Hi.” Kit said, weakly, pushing himself into a sitting position. “Hi.” Ty smiled carefully. “I’m glad that you’re okay.” “Thank you.” Kit looked down at Ty’s hands as they fluttered restlessly. “I’m sorry,” he blurted out, looking back to his face. “I didn’t mean what I said. I’m glad I met you, I was just angry…I’m sorry.” The last word escaped as a whisper and Kit moved his gaze to his own hands. “I’m sorry, too.” Ty said. “I didn’t realise that I was hurting you when I raised Livvy. I just needed her back. You’re right: it was selfish.” “No!” Kit said, sharply. “Of course you wanted her back. She was your twin and your Parabatai, you shouldn’t feel guilty for that.” Ty stared at him, eyes rested on his cheek, and smiled gratefully. They stayed like that for a while, in a comfortable silence that allowed Kit to try and slow the rapid beating of his heart.

“What did you say to me before I collapsed?” Kit asked, curiously. Ty blushed. “We can burn together.” He said quietly. “I meant that I won’t ever leave you. That I love you too.” Ty’s eyes flicked up to Kit’s and they smiled nervously at each other. “I won’t leave you, either.” Kit said. “I love you, Ty. I love you.”

* taken directly from Queen of Air and Darkness by Cassandra Clare

Hope you liked it x

#kit #kit herondale #kitty #ty #tiberius blackthorn #ty blackthorn #emma carstairs #jem carstairs #tessa gray #tda #qoaad #fanfic #the dark artifices #twp #the wicked powers

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lickstynine · 6 years

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I know it’s a lot, but could you do all the whump questions for Wren and Kit?

well this took about a thousand years. you better like it, you big nerd

~Physical~

1. Do they have any sort of physical condition or mark that impacts their daily life? (chronic disease, deep scar, disability)Kit has CVID, so he’s pretty perpetually sickly. He also has untreated depression that’s part of the cause of his awful drinking habits.Wren has anxiety, asthma, and IBS-D, all of which pretty well hinder his attempts to keep up with and interact with his peers. He can’t really run around and play, and he gets scared super easily, which just makes his IBS worse.

2. What is their pain tolerance? Do they close their eyes and block it out, or go into a full blown panic?Kit can tolerate a fair amount. For the most part, he’s very used to tattoo/piercing pain, but long sessions of linework can overwhelm him. Pain from illness, however, like sore throat/stomachache/headache tends to hurt more and make him more irritable.Wren doesn’t have the best pain tolerance. Pain tends to make him nervous, cause chest pain = asthma attack, and stomach pain = IBS attack. Which (ironically) both often lead to panic attacks.

3. How long do they typically take to recover from illness or injury compared to average?They’re both quite frail and sickly, but Kit especially takes ages to recover.

4. What are the most telltale signs that they’re sick or injured?Kit gets extra bitchy. Like more genuinely mean instead of lighthearted mocking.Wren will be more fussy and sensitive than usual. If he’s around family, he’ll let them know he’s feeling bad, but if he’s at school, he’ll try to tough it out rather than draw attention to himself.

5. What is their response to their friends or loved ones in pain?Depending on the severity, Kit will either tease them, or try (and usually fail) to be helpful.Wren will offer help and comfort as best he can.

~Emotional~

6. How easily do they cry? Is it different alone vs in public?Kit cries more easily than he’d care to admit, but it’d take something serious for him to sob in public. Normally he tries to keep himself together until he can go home and bawl into a bottle of whiskey.Wren is very sensitive, but will do his best not to cry in public. He’ll run off to somewhere like a bathroom or an empty hallway and then just sob. If he’s at home, he’ll seek out Jace or his mom for comfort.

7. Is there any emotion they find difficult to control (anger, sorrow, anxiety)?Kit struggles a lot to keep a handle on his depression. He also still has trouble with the grief from losing his mom.Wren has major issues with his anxiety.

8. Is there a place, name, object, etc. that holds painful memories for them?For Kit, it’s anything to do with his mother, her name, her picture, her old belongings. He also has issues with funerals/cemeteries, because hers was the first funeral he ever attended.Wren is completely terrified of school. He’s had issues with bullying his whole life, and just being surrounded by tons of people and academic pressure all day is awful for him.

9. In a dire situation, are they fight, flight or freeze?Kit would try to fight, but he’s so weak, it really wouldn’t do much. He usually tries to talk his way out of things before they escalate to a physical confrontation.Wren just flees. Or he tries to anyway. He can’t like run super far, cause asthma, but he definitely tries to just gtfo if he sees signs of danger.

10. How stable do they consider themselves? How stable are they really?Kit is a weird one. Most of the time, he considers himself to be pretty decent, but on low days, he’s all too aware of just how much he doesn’t have his shit together. He’s horribly unstable.Wren has, at best, a very tenuous and fragile stability. A gentle sneeze could throw it off. He’s aware that he’s pretty unstable.

~Social~

11. Within their group, where do they fall during emergencies? The leader, the support, the cause of the emergency, etc.?Kit is usually the cause of the emergency. He’s a mess. He does have the finances to help deal with said emergencies, though, which is nice.Wren just tries to help, but isn’t very useful.

12. Do they have someone they trust during their own time of need, or do they prefer to handle it alone?Kit will clam up initially, but if prodded, he’ll accept help. And he definitely needs it.Wren needs so much help. He’ll run right to Jace or Serafina with a problem.

13. Is there a character who often finds themselves worried about your OC?Alistair is always worrying about Kit, though I can’t say I blame him.Jace and Serafina both worry about Wren a lot.

14. What kind of image would they like to portray to their group? How does the group really see them, good and bad?Kit tries to be the suave intellectual. Julius totally sees him that way. Alistair does think he’s smart, but he also knows that Kit is way less chill than he lets on. His less-close friends fall for the ruse completely.Wren doesn’t really have a ‘group,’ the only people he voluntarily interacts with are family, and they know him inside and out.

15. Is there an antagonist or someone who would like to see/make your OC suffer?Violet is still a bit of an issue for Kit, cause they have a lot of the same upper-class acquaintances, who she’s been talking shit about him to. His real problem, though, is his father, who is an actual physical threat with way less decency and restraint than Violet.Wren has lots of issues with people at school. His schoolmates fall into two categories - those that ignore him, and those that actively bully him.

~Spiritual~

16. Do they have any regrets in their life?Kit regrets most of his existence tbh. He feels like he should’ve done something to protect his mother (even though she (probably) died of natural causes, and he was too young to have helped either way. He feels like an idiot and a failure academically because he just kinda gave up on school when he started having memories issues. He thinks he’s too dependent on his father (he definitely is), and should’ve tried to move out and get used to being a functioning adult (he should’ve), but is in no state to do it now. Wren doesn’t really regret much, save for the occasional ill-advised snack that fucks up his tummy. Most of his problems are outside his control, so he’s just kinda trying to cope with them.

17. What is something they dislike about either themselves or the world?Kit hates how spoiled and dependant he is.Wren wishes he weren’t so nervous and awkward.

18. Is there a situation that might make it impossible for them to relax?Kit is always on full alert when his father’s around. He has trouble sleeping sometimes when he knows Reggie is home.Wren cannot handle being out in public. Crowds and strangers freak him out.

19. Are they honest to themselves, or do they ignore feeling hurt or sad?Kit tries to drown all his bad feelings in liquor.Wren is aware of his bad feelings, but doesn’t know how to deal with them.

20. Do they like to be alone with themselves often or surrounded by friends?Kit likes to have people around. Being by himself for too long tends to send him into a depressive spiral.Wren is very introverted, and prefers to spend most of his free time alone.

~Environmental~

21. Does the weather in your setting ever affect their health?Kit is very sensitive to temperature, both heat and cold, so pretty much any weather that isn’t a mild, cloudy day is unpleasant for him.Wren sometimes overheats, because southern California is hot as balls. He also sunburns really easily. He likes gardening in theory, but can’t handle the weather enough to actually get into it.

22. Is their community unsafe for them in any way (violence, pollution, etc.)?Kit’s community is rather toxic socially, what with all the snobbery and shit.Wren’s school community is just awful to him, but he lives in a nice community with nice people.

23. How do they feel about hospital environments?Kit is pretty used to them by now, cause he’s perpetually sickly. He still doesn’t enjoy it.Wren is very nervous around doctors and hospitals.

24. In what season do they typically get sick?Kit gets sick constantly, no matter the season.Wren is worst in the fall and winter, but spring and the pollen fucks with his asthma.

25. How easily do they catch any bug going around?Kit will catch every one. He’d get them twice if it was possible.Wren is fairly sickly too, but not as bad as Kit.

~Occupational~

26. Are there any risks for illness or injury specific to their job?Kit doesn’t work, so no.Wren doesn’t have a job, but he goes to school, and there’s obviously lots of awful kid germs there, as well as violent bullies.

27. Have they overworked themselves into sickness or collapse before?Kit does occasionally. He’s sick so often that he’ll try to brush it off it it’s not serious, but then they’ll get worse cause he’s not taking care of himself.Wren is pretty good about just staying home if he doesn’t feel well in the morning, but if symptoms come on during the day, he’ll try to power through and that never goes well.

28. How sympathetic is their boss when they have to take a day off? Is this a source of comfort or stress for them?Neither of them have a boss, but Wren’s teachers tend to be understanding, since he has a doctor’s note explaining that he’s a sickly fucker.

29. When they do come into work sick, do they strive to remain professional or let everyone know how miserable they are?Kit is a complainer.Wren stays quiet, he doesn’t want the attention.

30. Who do they go to with their problems at work, if anyone?Kit

~Intellectual~

31. What’s one skill or aspect of themselves that they feel self-conscious of?Kit is really displeased with his failing memory. It especially upsets him when he forgets important things like Alistair’s birthday, or what his mother sounded like.

32. Do they push themselves too hard/give up when minor things get difficult? Kit tends to just avoid things he’s not good at. He’s a giver-upper / problem dodger.Wren will try his best no matter what.

33. Have they worried before about never meeting anyone’s expectations, or always having to meet them?Kit has been told he’s inadequate since like the day he popped out of the womb looking frail and feminine. He tries to ignore his father’s expectations, but he’s lowkey pretty insecure.Wren wishes he could fit into the social standards his peers hold him to. (not that their opinions actually matter worth shit)

34. Do they have an interest skill they excel at but are embarrassed of?Kit is very good at the piano, but rarely plays after all his forced childhood recitals. These days, he only really uses the talent to get him laid.Wren is a good singer/pianist, but he’s too shy to ever show anyone.

35. How do they respond to being criticized for their shortcomings? Kit will try to defend himself most of the time, unless he’s hit right in the insecurities. Then he’ll just kinda try not to cry.Wren will just sorta humbly agree until the person goes away and then feel bad.

#whump #illness #injury #angst #whump asks #oc asks #kit #raycraft #wren #astor #tw abuse #tw mental health #tw alchoholism #god idk how to tag this shit #dont-look-so-good

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maddensfilm · 7 years

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Could you write a reverse version of 2x20? With Izzy and Magnus there is Jace and with Clary there is Alec. And Valentine stabs Alec. Jace feels everything and Magnus, who is still angry at Alec, realizes that he could lose him

I’m back from my hibernation aka the time where I had no energy to write or do anything. That time was also mostly used to try and get a head-start on the upcoming school year.

I don’t really know what this is so here! It turned into like a Clary and Alec brotp situation, they are in no way romantic. (I can’t believe I even had to say that, Alec is gay and Malec is canon.)

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“Any word from Alec and Clary?” Magnus asked, walking behind Jace who was bent over the holotable.

“No, but they should be arriving at Lake Lynn right now,” Jace replied, barely looking up when he spoke.

Izzy rushed up to her brother, hands on her hips, interrupting the brief conversation. “It’s strange, the aerial sensors show no signs of demon activity.”

Jace bit his lip before looking up at his sister and Magnus, “Yeah, there’s nothing on the ground either, it’s like the Edomi completely disappeared.”

Magnus looked at them, slight confusion on his face. “I’ve never heard of that,” Jace exhaled and looked up at the ceiling in exasperation. “Once they pass through the rift, the demons are here to stay until they’re properly banished.”

Jace quickly looked at Isabelle and then at Magnus, voicing the one question they all were thinking of, “Then where the hell are they?”

Alec raced down the dirt path, head still spinning from their escape from Malachi, Clary only a few feet behind him. When they burst through the trees and bushes onto Lake Lynn’s shore, Alec clutched his bow tighter as he stopped, eyes scrunching as he realized he and Clary were the only ones there.

Where the hell was Valentine?

Clary ran a couple steps past him, eyes desperately searching for Valentine.

“Are we too late?” she gasped out, breath coming in pants.

Alec was standing at the lake’s edge, slowly turning in every direction.

“No, no, if he raised the angel we’d know it. We beat him here,” he said in astonishment, “We can stop him.”

The relief was evident on his face and Clary couldn’t help but smile at him, tension bleeding out of her shoulders. They could end this.

Suddenly, Alec was grabbed from behind, a dagger slamming into his chest. He let out a grunt of pain as his eyes met Valentine’s, the latter’s hand clutching the back of his neck. He looked down at the dagger and back up at Valentine, shock paralyzing his body. He was going to die.

“Tell my son I’m sorry,” Valentine said. Those words weren’t for him, they were for Clary. “I had to.”

Jace let out a sharp moan, breath catching in his throat as pain shot through his body, radiating from his Parabatai rune.

“Jace?” Izzy asked, concern and fear in her voice.

Jace couldn’t breathe, his hand coming up to clutch at his side.

Alec was gasping, hand pressed to his chest, trying to stop the blood. Valentine had let him drop the the ground, his eyes wide. Clary was watching in horror. Valentine pulled out the blade roughly and took a step back, eyes never leaving Alec.

Izzy was watching her brother, her hands coming up to grab his shoulder and arm.

“His parabatai rune.”

Magnus felt like he’d been kicked in the chest, the breath was knocked out of his lungs. Alexander.

“It’s-Alec,” he managed to say before letting out a scream.

He heard something clatter to the ground and soon Magnus was in front of him, eyes wide.

“Is he-”

Jace let out another shout, legs crumpling underneath him as he collapsed to the ground, loud sounds of pain leaving his mouth as the agony grew. Magnus fell to the ground next to him, hands gripping his shoulders as Jace twisted on the ground.

“No!” Jace cried out, tears streaming down his face.

“Alec? Alec!” Clary shrieked in shock, shoving past Valentine violently to get to her friend, “No!”

Alec’s breaths were shallow, his eyes filled with tears. He was dying.

“You have to-you have to stop him, Clary. Please,” he grabbed her hand, clutching it tightly, “Promise me you won’t let him die.”

Tears streamed down Clary’s face as she nodded, “I promise, Alec. S-Save your breath, okay? You need your strength, it’s going to be okay.”

Alec’s grip on her hand grew weaker and his breaths became fainter, head lolling slightly. His eyelids fluttered and his eyes glazed over, body growing slack.

“No, don’t close your eyes. Don’t close your eyes.” Alec’s eyes finally shut, his final breath escaping his lips. “Hey, no, stay with me. Look at me, please look at me. I can’t do this without you, Alec.”

Sobs left her mouth as she stared at his body, once so full of life.

Jace’s screams slowly stopped, replaced by horrible gasps as he tried to catch his breath. He felt so empty. The pain was gone, and so was Alec. The familiar touch of his soul, the small warmth that he used to feel when Alec was happy. He’d never feel it again.

Magnus and Izzy waited in silence, tears on their faces. Jace brought his trembling hand to his shirt, pulling it up to reveal his fading Parabatai rune. Alec was dead.

“I-I can’t feel him,” he cried, falling to his forearm, “He’s dead.”

Magnus let out a noise of pain, strangled sob leaving him as he fell backwards off of the heels of his feet. His hands were clasped together as he pressed them to his mouth, body trembling. Black energy exploded from him, knocking over things that surrounded them. His Alexander. Gone. He would never see him again. He would never touch him again. He would never see him smile, hear his laugh, feel the heat of his body next to him. He screwed his eyes shut, hand digging into the cloth of his shirt that covered his chest.

Izzy slumped down, her forehead pressed against Jace’s shoulder, body frozen.

The trio allowed themselves to lie there, the weight of the sadness weighing them down until they could finally move, Magnus summoning a portal to send them to Lake Lynn.

“Clarissa, I-I’m sorry. I had no choice. You and Jace together are too dangerous, eliminating his Parabatai was the only way to stop him, even if it is just for now.”

Clary let out a shout of anger and charged at Valentine, angel blade raised. He smacked her down, fist slamming across her face. Everything went black.

When Clary came to, she sat up with a quiet groan, her hands were shackled together in front of her. She slowly turned her head to the side, praying that she wouldn’t see Alec’s body there. But there he was. Dead.

“Ave atque vale,” she whispered. She finally turned her attention back to Valentine, who was picking up the Mortal Cup. “Stop!” She shouted, causing him to turn around.

He set the sword and cup down with a smile, “Good, you’re awake. Just in time to see history being made.”

“You killed Alec, how could you?”

“I’m certain if I didn’t Jace would’ve gotten here in time to stop me if I hadn’t. Clarissa, I love Jace like I loved Jocelyn, it kills me to have done this to him. But see, Jocelyn and Alec’s deaths were necessary sacrifices if I’m going to save humanity.”

Hatred filled Clary’s chest as she spat out, “Don’t lie to me. You’ve never loved anyone but yourself.”

Valentine let out a sigh and kneeled before her, saying, “If that were true, then why do you think I’ve kept you alive?” He got back to his feet and moved towards the Mortal Instruments. Picking up the Soul Sword and Cup, he waded into the lake. He let the sword slide out of his hand and he dropped the cup shortly after, listening to the bubbling of the water.

Clary looked around, desperate to find something to free herself with. She had to stop him.

“Raziel, hear me!”

She promised Alec.

“I call upon the Mortal Instruments and summon you into this realm!”

She had to save the Downworld.

Raziel burst out of Lake Lynn, bathing the shore in a golden light. It was horrifying. She looked back to Alec’s body, regret on her face. She couldn’t keep her promise. Her eyes locked on his thigh holster.

“Your stele,” she whispered to herself.

“It has been a thousand years since I was last summoned to this place, why do you summon me now, Nephilim?”

Clary started to crawl towards Alec, grateful for the Angel’s distraction.

“My lord Raziel, the great men and women in the lineage of Shadowhunters, which you have created here, have failed in their mission to rid this world of demon scum.”

“I see you are impatient. What is it that you ask of me?”

“The immediate death of all evil-blooded creatures, demon and Downworlder alike, as well as the disloyal Shadowhunters who protect them.”

Clary was almost to his stele, she was so close.

“The destruction of the souled creatures of the Downworld and of our own Nephilim? That is not Heaven’s wish.”

“What?” Valentine gasped in disbelief.

“But thou who spills thy blood thou shalt compel from me an action.”

Valentine let out a small chuckle and pulled a blade, the same blade he used on Alec, out of his pocket.

Clary freed Alec’s stele and carefully twisted it around in her hands. She quickly drew an unlocking rune and the shackles released her wrists. She quickly moved forward and pulled Valentine out of the water before he could complete his wish. She shoved him down with a shout, carelessly tossing him to the ground as Raziel receded, his light dimming. He let out a grunt of surprise as he hit the dirt.

Valentine quickly got up and charged at Clary, who smacked the knife from his hand and punched at his face. She kept punching until he struck her across the face, sending her slamming into the ground. She pushed herself to her feet, charging again, before getting punched back to the ground. Valentine grabbed her by her jacket and slammed her down.

He picked up a rock and stood above her. “I’ve spent too long-I’ve sacrificed too much-to let anyone stand in my way…Even my own daughter.”

“No…” she breathed as he raised the rock, fully intending to smash it against her skull.

She turned her head to the side, eyes falling on the discarded knife, and she rolled to the side, grabbing it and slashing it across his throat. Valentine let out a shout of surprise as his hand flew up. Clary slammed the dagger into his neck once, twice, three times. She looked him in the eyes one last time and pulled out the dagger, kicking him to the ground.

She turned towards the Angel, slicing the knife through her hand and allowing her blood to drop into the water.

“Angel-blooded one…”

“I don’t want Downworlders to die!” She cried out, “Please, you can’t let them die! I want another wish.”

“You may compel me to one action, Clarissa Morgenstern, what is it that you ask?”

If Clary didn’t know any better, she would say the Angel sounded annoyed.

“You know my name,” she said in shock.

“Concern yourself not with what I know but rather what can be. If you have a desire, ask me now. And be wise, I will grant but one.”

She looked back at Alec. He sacrificed his life. He deserves to live.

“Alec…Bring Alec back, please!”

The Angel quickly faded into a flash of angelic light. She quickly turned and ran towards Alec who still wasn’t moving.

“Alec? Alec?”

He finally inhaled, air filling his lungs, his head turning back towards her.

“What-what happened? Did you stop him? Are they safe?”

She let out a laugh, smile wide on her face. “Oh my god. You’re alive.”

Alec looked around confused, eyes finding Valentine’s body at the edge of the lake. “You stopped him.”

“Valentine raised the Angel, I used the wish to bring you back,” she said, helping him sit up.

“Why-why would you do that?”

“Because you deserve to live, Alec. You’ve sacrificed so much, you’ve given up so much, it was only fair.”

Alec hugged her, shocking them both. “Thank you.”

She nodded and turned away at the sound of footsteps behind them.

“Alexander!” Came a shout, causing Clary to slide out of the way, making room for Magnus to crash into Alec’s arms.

“Magnus,” came the warm sigh of relief.

Jace stood behind them, tears in his eyes. “Alec, I thought you were dead. Our rune…it disappeared.”

Alec pressed a slow kiss into Magnus’ cheek before looking at his Parabatai. “Look at it now.”

Jace lifted his shirt, exposing the darkened rune. He closed his eyes for a second, a breath he didn’t know he was holding escaping him. Magnus released Alec and helped him stand before stepping back, allowing Jace and Alec to embrace.

“We thought we’d lost you.”

“I thought you’d lost me, too.”

The two separated and Izzy pulled her older brother into her arms, body still shaking.

“Thank the Angel,” Izzy cried into his shirt, voice muffled.

He locked eyes with Clary over his shoulder and nodded to her. She smiled back. “Thank Clary.”

He felt another pair of arms wrap around them. Jace. Alec let out a laugh and freed his arm from where it was trapped and wrapped it around Jace. A hand grabbed Alec’s and he looked up to see Magnus, who had his arm around Clary’s shoulders.

“I love you,” he mouthed.

A tear rolled down Magnus’ face as he smiled, “I love you too.”

#malec #magnus x alec #malec prompt #malec fic #shadowhunters #alec lightwood #magnus bane

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maddensfilm · 7 years

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Prompt Request! (ANGST WARNING!) AU: Clary asked Raziel to bring back her mother and not Jace. Alec arrives at the scene too late and is crying over Jace's body when Magnus shows up to comfort him. The two have an impromptu memorial for Jace. I hope this is good? I'd write it myself but I feel you're better than me at angst

I wrote this instead of starting physics whoops.

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When Clary drew the blade across her palm, she barely knew what she was doing. Adrenaline pulsed through her body, controlling her. She looked down at the crimson water before her focus turned back to Raziel.

“Angel-blooded one…” His voice boomed around the lake.

Panic filled her body as one thought came across her mind, What if I just condemned the Downworld to death?

“I don’t want the Downworlders to die!” She cried, praying the Angel would grant her wish over Valentine’s, “Please, you can’t let them die! I want another wish!”

The Angel was silent for a moment, causing a spike of fear to stab her in the chest. Am I too late?

“You may compel me to one action, Clarissa Morgenstern. What is it that you ask?”

“You know my name?”

“Concern yourself not with what I know but rather what can be. If you have a desire, ask me now. And be wise, I will grant but one.”

Clary blinked in relief, her shoulders relaxing. She looked back at Jace, her eyes filled with tears. She could ask for him back, she could ask that the powers of the Heavens revive him. Her heart squeezed in her chest. She thought back to the words Raziel used. Desire. She had a desire. A guilty, guilty desire. She closed her eyes for a second and turned back to Raziel.

“My mother,” a tear slipped down her cheek. “Can you bring Jocelyn Fairchild back?”

She longed for her mother more than anything. To speak to her, to hug her, to laugh with her. They had just started to connect again, they had just started to understand each other. Then the demon took it all away.

“If that is what you desire.”

“It-it is,” she choked out, hands clasped together tightly.

The Angel disappeared with a blinding flash, leaving Clary to stand in silence, eyes desperately searching for a sign that it worked, that her mother was alive. The lake exploded in front of her. Her mother’s head surfaced, gasping for breath.

“Mom!” She shouted, bringing the woman’s attention to her.

“Clary!”

She let out a small laugh, a sigh of relief leaving her as she waded towards her, throwing her arms around Jocelyn. Her mother clutched her tightly, one hand pressed to the back of her head, tangling in her hair, and the other wrapped around her waist. She’s alive.

The reunion was interrupted by a choking noise and the rustle of leaves. She turned back to the shore to see Alec, Izzy, and Magnus. Izzy was in Magnus’ arms, her face pale, tears on her cheeks. Clary watched as Alec took a step forward, one after another, body trembling, until her reached Jace’s cold body. The hunter collapsed to the ground next to him, sobs wracking his body. Alec grabbed Jace’s hands in his, shaking violently as he pressed his forehead to them.

“I told you to be careful,” Alec finally managed to gasp out, “This isn’t careful. Wake up, Jace, please.”

Izzy and Magnus slowly approached him from behind, Isabelle slowly lowering herself down next to Alec, wrapping her arms around him and crying into his shirt. Magnus had pressed against Alec’s other side, head on his shoulder, hand stroking his hair.

Clary watched the Lightwoods with a heavy heart, guilt eating away at her with every sob she heard.

“Alexander, it’s time.”

Alec turned around, red eyes resting on Magnus. He couldn’t help but wince. The warlock was covered in white, body devoid of any shade of color. It hurt Alec to look at him, the vibrant man draped in the color of mourning.

Magnus must’ve noticed the look on his face because he bit his lip and took a step forward, extending a hand to Alec.

“Does it ever get easier?” Alec voice was small and wavering, as if he would start to cry again. Magnus knew he wouldn’t. Alec hadn’t shed a tear since they brought Jace’s body back to the Institute two days ago.

Magnus looked down at their joined hands, another wave of sadness rushing over him. “I knew two Parabatai once, one broken and the other doomed to die,” He saw Alec flinch. “The one who was sick became a Silent Brother, it was the only way to save his life, but he lived through the loss of his Parabatai. He still felt it. I believe it did get easier for him, he became less focused on the loss of his brother and more on the joy of his life and how grateful he felt to have known him. But my dear Alexander, you will never stop feeling Jace’s loss. It’s part of it.”

Alec lowered his head and nodded. He slowly rose to his feet, hand clutching at Magnus’ even tighter than before.

“I’m ready.”

Alec didn’t let go of Magnus’ hand as they entered the room. The feeling of Magnus’ skin against him was the only thing keeping him together. Magnus guided him towards the table where Jace lay, wrapped in a sheer white cloth. He stood behind it with Magnus and the rest of his family, facing the small crowd of Shadowhunters and Downworlders. His eyes fluttered over the different people. Imogen Herondale. Aline Penhallow. Maia. Simon. Luke. Even Raphael.

His eyes rested on Clary. Her face was red, tears glinting in the lights. She was standing with her mother. Her recently revived mother. Alec tried to push away the feeling of jealousy. She got her mother back and in turn, he lost Jace. He felt like the Angel was playing tricks with him. This is what he got.

Magnus seemed to sense something was wrong and he put his other hand on Alec’s forearm, squeezing it slightly. Alec ripped his eyes away from Clary and looked at him, a small smile of gratitude flickering on his face.

A Silent Brother’s voice boomed across the room, “Those remaining will take their place with the fallen. Those remaining will say the names of the fallen.”

Alec closed his eyes, his other hand finding Izzy’s. The Lightwoods looked at each other before saying, “Jace Herondale.”

“Ave atque vale.”

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