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Domesticated - Jace Herondale x Female (Daylighter) Reader

Summary: this is a 5 + 1 of all the times you and Jace act like a couple even before you admit feelings for each other

Words: 6k

Warnings: injury, bleeding, blood drinking

Y/N’s POV -

Part One

I’m not really sure when Jace appearing at random hours of the day in my apartment became a normal things. He’s dirty and covered in ichor from a demon hunt the Clave sent him and Alec on and he’s grumbling to himself as he shrugs off his leather jacket. There’s dried blood on him from wounds his iratze rune probably healed and he’s toeing off his shoes before grumbling more about the demons.

“I’m going to shower.” He tells me, voice gruff but there’s a softness to it as he addresses me.

“Alright Jace.” I respond, turning back to the show I was watching, waiting up for him to get back as it’s nearly 2am. Being a vampire is weird, especially a daylighter like Simon as at first I was nocturnal and now, suddenly, I’m back to daylight hours. It was weird getting used to humanity again but ever since Jace has been coming round it’s been easier somehow.

As I listen to the sound of the water running in the bathroom, I can’t help but think about how effortlessly Jace fits into my life. We’ve been…friends? Yeah, friends for so long, and lately, it feels like we’ve crossed some invisible line into something more. But whenever I’m around him, my heart would be pounding if it could still beat and there’s a stirring in my undead soul, a flutter of excitement I though I had long forgotten.

If it weren’t for Jace, I might have left the Shadowhunter world behind altogether, taken Magnus up on whisking me somewhere far away, maybe Canada, Clary and Simon, my own best friends, seem to have forgotten about me again, lost in their own adventures and relationship. And Luke, the only parental figure in my life, is more invested in his pack than checking up on me. But somehow, Jace always manages to find his way back to my doorstep, like a guiding light in the darkness.

I remember the first time he appeared on my doorstep, how he looked at me with those piercing golden eyes and saw something in me that no one else seemed to. He didn’t treat me like a monster or a freak because of what I had become, but instead, he saw me for who I truly am—a creature worthy of love and friendship.

And now, sitting here on the couch, waiting for him to remerge from the bathroom, I can’t help but wonder how the hell we ended up here in this weird dance and routine, so domesticated. One moment we’re battling demons and next, we’re lounging on the couch like a couple of teenagers on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

Finally, after what feel like an eternity, Jace remerges from the bathroom, looking surprisingly innocent and boyish in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a graphic tee-shirt that I’m pretty sure is either mine or my brothers. His hair is still damp from the shower, tousled in a way that makes him look disarmingly handsome. Despite the exhaustion tech into his features, there’s a spark in his golden eyes that never fails to draw me in.

Jace collapses onto the couch beside me, his head finding its place on my shoulder, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. His weight against me is comforting, like an anchor tethering me to reality amidst the chaos of our lives. I close my eyes, revelling in the warmth of his presence and the steady rhythm of his breath against my skin.

As exhaustion finally catches up to him, his breathing evens out, lulling me into a sense of peace. I listen to the sound of his steady inhales and exhales, a gentle melody that soothes my restless mind. And as I drift off into sleep, I'm enveloped in the cocoon of his scent—sunshine and something uniquely Jace, mixed with the subtle fragrance of my shower products. It's a comforting aroma, one that fills me with a sense of belonging and contentment.

In the depths of slumber, I feel his warmth beside me, a constant presence that eases my fears and worries. But when I wake in the morning, he's gone, leaving behind only a hastily scrawled note on my coffee table. My heart sinks as I read his words, explaining that Alec called him in early for paperwork and debriefing on the previous day's hunt.

Despite the pang of disappointment at his absence, I can't help but smile at the thought of him, out there in the world, fighting alongside his fellow Shadowhunters. And as I rise to start the day, I carry with me the memory of his presence, the echo of his warmth lingering in the air like a promise of his return.

Part Two

I awake to a crashing and the grumbled cry of Jace, my panic immediately vanishing at the sound of his voice. My phone reads 7.03pm and I’m realising my nap was longer than I had planned or anticipated, having tried to stay awake for Jace who had messaged me to say he’d be home in time for dinner.

As I groggily process the situation, something within me stirs at the realisation Jace used the word “home” to describe my place. It’s a simple word, but coming from him, it carries a weight that sends a flutter through my un-beating heart. I push aside the covers and pull myself sleepy from bed, feeling the fabric of a shirt that definitely isn’t mine brush against my skin as it reaches mid-thigh.

Shuffling towards the kitchen, I’m met with the sight and smell of chaos. Jace is in the midst of a culinary disaster, his brow furrowed in frustration as he grumbles to himself. The scent of burning food fills the air, assaulting my sensitive vampire senses, But despite the mess and the mishap, there’s something oddly endearing about the scene—the way Jace is so determined to make dinner for us, even if it means nothing is going according to plan.

As I approach him, I can’t help but smile at the sight of him, his hir tousled and his expression a mix of annoyance and determination. Despite the chaos, there a sense of warmth and familiarity in the air, a feeling of him that I’ve come to associate with him.

I head straight for the fridge to grab fresh ingredients as soon as I get the gist of what he was trying to make by the minced meat and the spaghetti, catching the way he looks at me. There’s a softness in his gaze, a silent appreciation for my presence and the way I effortlessly step in to salvage the situation. But when I reach for the pasta sauce, Jace stops me, holding up a jar of red liquid.

My heart tries to burst out of my chest when I realise what it is. Jace wasn’t just trying to make dinner for us; he was trying to recreate a meal I loved as a human, altered for my now vampire self. It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes about his thoughtfulness and the depth of his care for me.

“Raphael said it was the best of the best and told me how to prepare it so it doesn’t…” Jace waves his hands around trying to think of the word Raphael used, “Separate?”

I can’t help but laugh softly at the face Jace makes as he says the word ‘separate’. It’s moments like these that remind me of just how endearing he can be, even when he’s trying his best to navigate unfamiliar territory like helping a vampire like me.

Stepping closer to him, I wrap my arms around him in a hug, feeling the tension in his muscles as he hesitates before finally relaxing enough to return the embrace. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close as he buries his face in my hair. In the moment, with the scent of blood and spices lingering in the air and the warmth of Jace’s embrace surrounding me, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for the man standing in front of me.

Reluctantly, Jace finally lets me go, suggesting we try cooking again. As I try to assist him, he’s suddenly spinning me back to face and him and gripping my waist in his strong hands, lifting me and sitting me on a clean area of the counter top, “You’re to just sit there and look pretty while I work this out.” He says with a smirk, a hint of redness colouring his cheeks.

I can’t help but let out the most embarrassing giggle at his sudden shyness, feeling a warmth spread through me at his playfulness. As I watch him move around the pitch with practiced ease, a sense of contentment washes over me. Despite the chaos and mishaps, being here with Jace feels like home.

And as I sit on the counter, watching him cook, I cant’t help but feel grateful for moments like these—simple, ordinary, mundane moments that remind me of what I could have had when human. Surrounded by the warmth and aroma of our makeshift meal and Jace’s soft humming as he cooks, I know that no matter what challenges may come our way, as long as we have each other, we'll always find a way to make it through.

Part Three

The library is quiet as I slip inside, the familiar scent of old books and parchment greeting me like an old friend. Alec had given me permission to use the Institute as a safe haven whenever I like, and I often find myself wandering towards the library. It’s become my sanctuary, a place where I can escape the weird world I’m now a part of and lose myself in the pages of novels and histories.

As I roam the aisles, my fingers trailing along the spines of countless books, I feel a sense of calm wash over me. The library is a treasure trove of knowledge, and I’ve made it my mission to learn as much as I can about the Shadowhunter world. I immerse myself in the histories of the Clave, learning about the battles fought and the heroes who rose to prominence, the history of the main families in this world.

Eventually, I pick a book off the shelves, one that Alec had actually recommended to me during one of our conversations. It’s a thick volume filled with tales of Shadowhunter lore, and I can’t wait to delve into its pages. With a contented sigh, I sink into one of the soft loveseats scattered throughout the massive library, feeling eh weight of the book in my hands as I lose myself in the pages.

For the rest of the afternoon, I’m lost in a world of magic and mystery, my surroundings fading away as I become immersed in the story unfolding before me. The hours pass in a blur, but in the moment, surrounded by the knowledge and history of the Shadowhunters, I feel a sense of belonging and purpose that I’ve been searching for since the day I was turned.

My attention is momentarily drawn away from the pages of the book in my hand by the faint murmur of voices approaching. It takes a moment but I’m recognising the voices, the cadence of their speech familiar to me even from a distance with my new hearing abilities. But it’s the sound of the library door opening that truly captures my attention, and when I look up, my heart skips a beat at the sight of a familiar blonde figure standing in the doorway.

Jace.

His golden eyes scan the room, searching, until they land on me. A smile spreads across his face, lighting up his features in a way that never fails to make my heart flutter like it’s still beating, “There you are, Mouse,” He greets, using the stupid pet name he’s decided for me, “You weren’t at home.”

As he strides over, my attention is captivated by the way his muscles ripple beneath the fabric of his tight black shirt, each movement a testament to his strength and grace. My pulse would be skyrocketing if it could, and I can feel a flush from the recent blood I drank creeping its way up my neck as he stops in front of me, his presence commanding and magnetic.

“Hey Jace,” I manage to say, voice betraying the flutters of excitement I feel within me.

He smirks, golden eyes dancing with amusement as if he knows what he’s doing to me, “What were you doing here all alone?” He asks, tone teasing yet filled with genuine curiosity.

I just shrug, attempting to maintain an air of casualness despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within me, “Just needed the quiet.” I reply, my voice soft.

He nods in understanding, his expression softening as he reaches out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. The simple gesture sending a shiver down my spine, igniting a rush of sensations that I struggle to contain. His proximity, his touch—it's all too much, and yet not enough.

“Hey, listen,” He says, his voice warm and inviting, “We’re all heading to the Hunter’s Moon to hear Simon sing, You wanna join us?”

The thought of being surrounded by so many voices, sounds and smells—the overwhelming sensory overload—has me shuddering involuntarily. I feel a knot form in my stomach, a wave of anxiety washing over me at the mere thought of venturing out into the bustling world beyond the quiet of the Institute currently.

With a shaky breath, I shake my head almost aggressively, “No, I think I’ll pass.” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper, “I’m… I’m not really in the mood for crowds tonight.”

Jace nods in understanding, his expression sympathetic, “Hey, that’s okay,” He reassures me, his voice gentle, and he’s surprising me by leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, “You do what feels right for you. But if you ever change your mind, we’ll be there.”

I offer him a weak smile, grateful for his understanding, “Thanks Sunshine.” I murmur, the weight of my anxiety slowly easing with his words of reassurance and his sweet actions.

As Jace turns to leave, I watch him go, feeling a sense of longing wash over me like a gentle tide. His departure leaves an ache in my chest, a yearning for something more, something I can't quite name. But then, I feel the lingering warmth of his kiss on my cheek, a fleeting touch that sends a jolt of electricity through me.

Despite my reluctance to join them, a part of me wishes I could be there, sharing in the camaraderie and laughter with Jace and the others. The thought of being by his side, laughing and joking like we always do, fills me with a bittersweet longing.

In the moment, as I sit alone in the quiet solitude of the library, the whole interaction feels strangely domesticated, as if it’s something we’ve done a thousand times before. Jace’s kiss was casual yet intimate, like it was a natural extension of our friendship, and yet it leaves me yearning for more.

I can’t help but replay the moment in my mind, the sensation of his lips against my cold skin, the warmth of his touch. It’s a memory I want to hold onto, to savour and cherish, and yet it only serves to deepen my desire for him.

As I sink back into the soft cushions of the loveseat, the ache in my chest lingers, a constant reminder of the feelings I can’t shake. I want him to kiss me again, to make me feel alive in a way I never thought possible. And as I close my eyes and let out a heavy sigh, I know that despite the risks and uncertainties, I can't deny the pull he has on my undead heart.

Part Four

I honestly have no idea how I ended up in the training room with Jace but I definitely know how I ended up on my ass glaring up at his laughing figure. Jace decided that he was going to teach me how to defend myself as Alec wants downworlders to help Shadowhunters on patrols to bridge the gap that had formed since Valentine.

So here I am, climbing to my feet and glaring at Jace who readies himself for another round and my body is already aching. Jace is already readying himself for another round, and I steel myself for the onslaught, determined to at least make him break a sweat. As he lunges at me, I use my vampire speed to dodge and jab him in the back with my elbow with precision. But before I can revel in the small victory, he’s already spinning around and swiping my feet out from underneath me again.

I hit the ground with a frustrated grunt, the air would have been knocked out of me if I were still breathing. I let out a sound of pure annoyance as I lie there, staring up at the ceiling, feeling so goddamn angry that I haven’t managed to get Jace down once.

“Come on, Mouse,” Jace says, offering me a hand up, “You’re getting better, I promise.”

I take his hand and pull myself to my feet yet again, but the weight of defeat still hangs heavy on my shoulders. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to measure up to Jace's level of skill and agility. It's frustrating, disheartening even, to constantly fall short despite my best efforts.

With a heavy sigh, I get back into position, expecting Jace to do the same but instead a small gasp is drawn from me when I feel his body practically pressed to my back as he adjusts my positioning. I feel a rush of warmth as he nudges my feet into a better position and adjusts my arms, guiding them a little higher.

His touch is firm yet gentle, his hands moving with practiced precision as he adjusts my stance. And then, his hands fall to my hips, twisting them slightly to improve my balance before he steps back, satisfied with his work.

I’m left standing there, the lingering sensations of his touch sending a shiver down my spine. Despite the lack of a heartbeat or any physical sensations, I can’t deny the way he makes me feel. Safe. Protected. As if, just for a moment, the weight of the world is lifted from my shoulders and I can simply be.

With a renewed determination, I square my shoulder and focus on the task at hand. As we being sparring again, I find myself moving with a newfound confidence, each strike more precise than the last. And then, miraculously, it happens—I actually manage to get Jace down for once.

I just watch in disbelief as he hits the ground, a surprised laugh escaping him as he looks up at me with sparkling eyes. In the moment, his laughter is like music to y ears, lighthearted. As Jace lies there, sprawled on the ground with a grin that could light up the room, I can't help but feel a rush of exhilaration. His boyish charm and playful energy are infectious, making me forget for a moment that we're supposed to be training. But as he starts to rise, that cocky smirk forming on his lips, I know the challenge isn't over yet.

With a twinkle in his eyes, he beckons me forward, goading me to try again. His confidence is palpable, almost tangible in the air between us. And I, of course, take the bait, eager to prove myself once more.

But, as I unleash my vampire strength and speed, throwing my self into the spar with all I’ve got, I quickly realise that Jace has activated both runes, his agility now matching mine. His speed rune makes him a formidable opponent, dodging and waving with ease, always one step ahead.

In the blink of an eye, he’s behind me, sweeping my feet out from under me with a swift motion. I feel the ground rushing up to meet me, but my reflexes kick in instinctively. As I tumble backwards, I grab onto Jace’s shirt, pulling him down with me.

We land in a tangled heap, laughter bubbling up between us as we lie there, catching our breath. For a moment, time seems to stand still, the world around us fading away until it's just the two of us, tangled together on the ground. I can smell how sweet and like sunshine Jace’s blood smells in his veins and feel the way his heart is pounding as he buries his face in my neck.

And in the moment, I realise just how much I enjoy being with him, the easy camaraderie and undeniable chemistry between us, making me, again, realise just how domesticated we are with each other.

Part Five

The rain is coming down so hard it’s bordering on hail and as overwhelming as my senses are, the sound of it hitting the windows of my apartment is actually very comforting. Jace is in the shower again, coming back from another demon nest hunt and he’s told me he ordered pizzas on his way home as he invited the others around to jin us for the movie night before he jumped in the shower.

As grateful as I am for his presence, a flicker of anxiety creeps into my mind at the thought of the others joining us. Alec and Magnus have always been welcoming, their easygoing nature together putting me at ease from the start. But Simon and Clary, lost in their own bubble of love, often seem oblivious to anyone around them nowadays, especially me their childhood friend. And Izzy.. well, Izzy can get anyone she wants with a bat of her eyelashes has me a little jealous.

As I wait for Jace to emerge from the shower, the sound of the rain drumming against the window grows louder, echoing the turmoil of my thoughts. I find myself questioning whether I’ll be able to navigate the dynamics of the evening, whether I’ll be able to hold my own amidst the company of the Shadowhunters and Downworlders that make up Jace’s inner circle.

But then, as if sensing my apprehension, Jace appears, a towel draped casually around his waist and a smile lighting up his face. It’s as if time itself pauses for a moment, allowing me to drink in the sight before me. His presence is like a beacon of light in the dimly lit apartment, his golden eyes sparkling with warmth and mischief. With his damp hair tousled and his skin glistening with droplets of water, he looks every bit like an adonis, a vision of strength and beauty.

The towel draped casually around his waist hangs dangerously low, teasingly revealing the beginnings of his happy trail. My gaze is drawn to the tantalising glimpse of skin, the curve of his hips, the sculptured muscles of his abdomen. It's a sight that leaves me breathless, a reminder of just how effortlessly attractive he is.

But it's not just his physical appearance that captivates me; it's the way he carries himself, with a confidence that borders on arrogance yet somehow remains endearing. His smile is like a beacon of warmth, infectious and irresistible, drawing me closer with its magnetic pull.

As he moves closer, the scent of his shower gel fills the air, a heady mixture of musk and citrus that sends a shiver down my spine. I find myself mesmerised by the play of light and shadow on his skin, the way the droplets of water cling to his body like liquid diamonds. He brushes a gentle kiss against my cheek, his touch reassuring in its familiarity, a warmth spreading through me, soothing the lingering traces of anxiety that had gripped me moments before. His touch is a familiar reassurance, grounding me to the present moment and easing the flutter of my nonexistent heartbeat.

But before I can fully lose myself in the intimacy of the moment, a sharp knock at the door interrupts us, shattering the fragile bubble of privacy we’ve created. With a playful smack to Jace’s arm I stop him from heading to the door, “Go get some damn clothes on, I’ll answer it.” Before I’m striding over to answer the door, cheeks flushed with a heat that most likely betrays the intensity of my emotions.

As I swing the door open, Jace is ducking into our room and I’m met with the amused gazes of Alec and Magnus, their eyebrows raised in teasing curiosity. Magnus’ playful smirk hints at the mischief dancing in his eyes, while Alec's expression is a mix of amusement and affection.

Despite my embarrassment at being caught in such a vulnerable moment, I can't help but smile at the sight of them. Their presence is like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, casting a warm glow over the room and dispelling the tension that had threatened to linger.

Suppressing the urge to bury my burning cheeks in my hands, I offer them a sheepish grin, knowing they heard what I said through the door, hoping to deflect their teasing with a lighthearted remark. But as Magnus's eyebrow quirks suggestively, I know that my attempt at nonchalance has fallen short. So, with a sigh of resignation, I step aside to let them in, knowing that there's no use in trying to hide the flush that still colours my cheeks

As I step aside to let them in, Alec hands me a DVD with a knowing smile. I can’t help bit roll my eyes fondly at his choice—Dracula. It’s become somewhat of an inside joke between me and Jace so I just know Jace told him to bring it. But before I have a chance to protest, Magnus is interjecting, his tone unreadable as he tells me “I’m afraid the others won’t be joining us tonight,”

But Magnus’ words cut through the light-hearted banter, his tone carrying an unexpected weight as he informs me of the absence of our other friends. A pang of disappointment courses through me, a subtle ache in my chest as I realise that Clary and Simon won't be joining us tonight. They were more than just friends—they were my childhood companions, the ones who had been there through thick and thin. Their absence feels like a tangible loss, a reminder of how much our lives have changed since those carefree days of youth.

As I put the DVD in and get it ready, sinking into the couch with a heavy heart, I can't help but feel a sense of longing for the comfort of their presence. But I push aside those feelings, focusing instead on the company of Alec and Magnus, who have become like family to me in their own right.

I sink into the cushions, allowing Alec and Magnus to take the other couch as we wait for Jace to return with the pizzas. Despite the disappointment lingering in the air, there's a quiet camaraderie between us, a shared understanding that in times of need, we can always rely on each other.

As the anticipation of Jace's return hangs in the air, the sound of the door opening signals his arrival. He appears just in time to answer the door, a grin spreading across his face as he enters with pizzas in hand. The sight of him brings a flicker of warmth to my heart, dispelling the lingering disappointment of our missing friends.

Jace sets the pizzas down on the table with a flourish, his presence injecting a sense of energy into the room. With a casual ease, he joins us on the couch, seamlessly sliding in beside me. Without a second thought, he wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me snugly into his side. The gesture both comforting and familiar, a silent reassurance of his affection for me. I lean into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against mine as he adjusts the blanket to cover us both. It's a simple act, but it speaks volumes about the bond we share—a bond that transcends words and barriers, connecting us on a deeper level.

With the remote in hand, Jace settles back against the cushions, his gaze fixed on the screen as he starts the movie. As the opening credits roll, I feel a sense of contentment wash over me, grateful for the warmth of Jace's embrace and the company of friends who feel like family.

Despite the disappointments and challenges we may face, in this moment, surrounded by laughter and love, I know that we'll always have each other. And as we lose ourselves in the world of Dracula, I find solace in the simple pleasures of friendship and companionship, knowing that no matter what the future may hold, we'll face it together, as a team.

Plus One

I’m not really sure how it happened but one moment I’m walking home from a day at the coffee shop and the next I’m being thrown into a wall. A wave of disorientating pain washes over me, leaving me gasping for breath and struggling to make sense eo what just happened. My sense reel, the world spinning in a dizzying blur as I try to focus on what just hit me.

For a terrifying moment, I’m convinced that this is it—that I’m facing my end, torn to shreds by whatever unseen force assaulted me. Panic claws at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to consume me as I brace for the final blow.

But then, as suddenly as it began, the assault ceases, leaving me trembling and shaken in its wake, unable to heal as I’ve lost too much blood. Slowly, I stagger to my feet, the world still spinning around me as I struggle to regain my bearings.The realisation that I’ve lost too much blood to heal hits me like a physical blow, leaving me lightheaded and unsteady. Every step is a battle against the dizziness and weakness that threatens to overwhelm me, but I push forward with grim determination.

With each faltering step, the distance to the institute feels impossibly far, unable to use vampire speed without passing out. Panic sets in as I realise that Jace, my lifeline, is at the Institute today, and he hasn’t called to tell me he’s on his way home. Fear grips me like a vice, squeezing the breath from my lungs as I struggle to keep moving forwards.

The world around me blurs as I stumble out of the alleyway and into the desired streets. My vision swims, the darkness closing in around me as I fight to stay conscious. Each breath is a struggle, my lungs burning with exertion as I push my body beyond its limits.

Time loses all meaning as I continue to trudge forwards my footsteps echoing in the empty silence of the night. The Institute looms in the distance like a beacon of hope, its towering walls offering the promise of safety and sanctuary. But with each passing moment, it feels as though I'm slipping further and further away, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness.

Desperation claws at the edge of my consciousness as I force myself to keep moving, driven by the fear of what awaits me if I don’t reach the Institute in time. Every step is a battle against the darkness that threatens to engulf me, but I refuse to give up.

With every ounce of strength I can muster, I push myself forward, determination fuelling my movements as I draw upon the last reserves of energy within me. As I approach the looming doors of the Institute, desperation spurs me to action, and I unleash the full force of my vampire speed.

The doors fly open before me with a forceful momentum, swinging wide as if welcoming me home. But even as I breach the threshold, I trigger the wards surrounding the entrance, setting off alarms that echo through the empty halls. Before I can fully comprehend the situation, Jace appears before me, his weapon raised in a defensive stance. The sight of him, strong and unwavering, fills me with both relief and a sense of impending doom. I choke out his name, my voice barely a whisper as I struggle to remain upright.

My knees give way beneath me, threatening to send me crashing to the unforgiving tiles below. But in the blink of an eye, Jace is there, his arms wrapping around me with lightning speed, catching me before I can hit the ground. The seraph blade clatters to the floor, forgotten in the urgency of the moment as Jace sinks us to the floor, cradling me in his arms, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of fear. I reach out to him, my fingers trembling as they brush against his cheek, a silent plea for reassurance.

Despite my initial resistance, Jace's urgency is palpable, his wrist pressed insistently against my mouth as he pleads with me to drink. Fear courses through me as I shake my head, the thought of losing control terrifying me to the core. But as the scent of his blood fills my senses, a primal hunger takes hold, overpowering my rational thoughts. With a grip on my hair that borders on painful, Jace guides my mouth to the wound on his wrist, his other hand pressing against the back of my head. The taste of his blood is like nothing I've ever experienced before—warm and intoxicating, with a sweetness that rivals the warmth of the sun.

As I drink, the fog that had clouded my mind begins to lift, clarity returning with each swallow. Guilt washes over me in waves, but I can't bring myself to stop. Jace's blood is a lifeline, grounding me in the present moment and soothing the ache of my wounds. I feed until I can feel the worst of the wounds stopping bleeding, my tongue lapping at the skin on Jace’s wrist to seal it shut. The taste of his blood lingering on my lips, a bittersweet taste.

With a sigh of relief, I collapse against Jace's safe chest, my body trembling with exhaustion and relief. His touch is gentle yet firm, his hand cupping my jaw with a tenderness that tugs at my heartstrings. I feel his thumb under my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his, and as I look into those golden eyes, I see the raw emotion reflected in their depths.

Tears glisten in his eyes, a silent testament to the fear and concern he's been harboring for me. His voice is soft as he checks if I'm okay, the sound of it like a soothing balm to my battered soul. In that moment, I realise just how much he cares, how deeply he feels, and the thought fills me with a warmth that transcends the physical.

As he leans down, his lips ghosting over mine with a hesitance that speaks volumes, I can feel the tension building between us, a palpable electricity that crackles in the air. My heart would be hammering in my chest, a rhythm that matches the erratic beat of his own. A small whine escapes my throat, a sound born of longing and need, and in that instant, his resolve crumbles. His lips crash against mine with a fervour that steals my breath away, a kiss so full of passion and intensity that it leaves me reeling.

In that moment, I feel alive in a way I never have before, as if every nerve in my body is on fire with the intensity of his touch. It's as if he's breathing life back into me with each caress of his lips, each touch igniting a fire that burns brighter than the sun.

“Maybe don’t almost die to act upon mutual feelings.” Jace is mumbling against my lips, earning a weak smack from me.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” He retorts, kissing me softly once again.

“Later I will.”

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lurafita · 3 months

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Super canon divergence. Like I am diverging so hard here! Look at all that divergence!

I have been thinking about Johnathan Morgenstern lately, and as horrible as he was, I can't help feeling sorry for him, for the way his life played out, hardly giving him a chance to be anything but a monster.

And I love Magnus (and Magnus with kids), and I thought,

What if Magnus was in Edom the day that Valentine sent Johnathan to Lilith.

(Reason for Magnus being in Edom could be because he needed to re-bind his father to the realm, because Asmodeus almost got out?).

And Magnus, on his way back, saw Lilith hurting the boy and saved Johnathan. Portaling the both of them back to his apartment in Brooklyn.

How would the story go if Magnus had raised Johnathan, giving the boy a real chance at life?

Magnus getting the story of Johnathan's origins out of the boy (as far as Johnathan knew at that point).

Fearing the Clave would condemn Johnathan for his demon blood and relation to Valentine, maybe Magnus would use his connection to Brother Zachariah (who was a Shadowhunter once), to get Johnathan both the tools and training of a Shadowhunter, as well as teaching him magic and control over his demonic heritage.

There could even be some kind of meeting with Sebastian Verlac, and maybe the two (Johnathan and Sebastian) become friends and later even more?

Maybe Magnus would convince Jocelyn to let her daughter and his son form a friendship (maybe Magnus suspects about the two being siblings?), in exchange for removing any supernatural memories from Clary, giving Johnathan a relationship with his sister (that isn't tainted by his obsession with her).

And when it comes time to meet the rest, a grown up Johnathan could be protective over Magnus and that stupid Shadowhunter (Alec) that flirts with Magnus.

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters tv #johnathan morgenstern #magnus as johnathan's dad #I killed canon with fire #and I'm very happy with that #there could be johnathan/sebastian romance as well #and he and magnus can help seb with his drug problem #and seb can further help johnathan with the shadowhunter stuff #and it could be really funny having johnathan be protective of his “dad” when Alec flirts with magnus #look we all know I like cracky things okay

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x-ceirios-x · 1 month

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to some fortune that i should have found by now

part one: if i could find a way to see this straight, i'd run away

rowan goes to magnus for more information about his history with their family, only to discover an unlikely friendship.

Really, they didn’t know why they were standing in front of Magnus’s apartment door, they didn’t know what they wanted from talking to him or if he could even answer their questions. But ever since Alicante, Rowan had been avoiding both him and their father like the plague, even going as far to not talk to Alec about Magnus, while they tried to wrap their head around all the new information.

Magnus was friends with their mother. They’d met Magnus when they were a child and knew him well. They didn’t remember any of it, which bothered them more than anything. Part of them hoped it was some spell like Clary’s memories of the shadow world and they could just get everything back and remember it all in a second, but they had a feeling that wasn’t true.

They stood at the door for a few minutes, raising their hand to knock, then stopping themselves. This was a stupid idea, they thought, turning away from the door and deciding to walk away. But something kept them there and they turned back to the door. They wanted to know. They hated being kept in the dark with anything, let alone things about their own life, like they had since their father left them in New York. Magnus had answers.

The door flew open in front of them. Magnus wasn’t there, though they heard his voice from somewhere in the apartment, “you’re taking too long, peanut.”

Rowan walked in, shoulders tense and posture stiff as a board, and closed the door behind them. They walked down the hall, poking their head in the living room. He wasn’t there either, so they continued the walk to the kitchen. Standing behind the island that was covered in potion bottles and other miscellaneous lab equipment was Magnus, dressed in a low cut, floral shirt and plain lounge pants. He wore minimal glitter on his eyes, though they could see small shimmers or silver and his hair was electric blue at the ends. It was surprisingly tame for him, though they figured he wasn’t expecting company.

“Hand me that jar, would you?” he asked, not looking up from the book he was reading out of. He gestured toward the wall behind them; they followed his hand and saw a small, oddly-colored jar full of things that they didn’t want to know their origin. They put it on the counter in front of him and he poured all of it into a bowl; it turned a strange magenta color and they decided it wasn’t something they wanted to know what it was.

They stood awkwardly against the wall, looking anywhere but at what he was doing. It was a few minutes of quiet, only interrupted by the cheesy pop music playing from the radio in the corner. After a while, he got a little smile on his face and poured a now-brilliant red color liquid into a different bottle. With a quick wave, everything disappeared except for the bottle in his hand, which he walked around the counter and put it on a shelf just above their head. “Now,” he said, turning towards them. “Sorry for all that. I promised a friend a little potion. What can I do for you, my dear?”

They stared at him for a moment, then their eyes narrowed. “You know why I’m here.”

He smirked. “I know you stood in front of my door for a few minutes looking like a lost puppy, that’s for sure.” He went to the corner of the kitchen and pulled two mugs from the cabinet and proceeded to pour coffee into each. “Sugar, no milk, right?”

Rowan crossed their arms over their chest. “Yeah, thanks. How’d you know?”

“Good guess,” he said and turned, then placed the coffee on the counter in front of them. “Plus, Alexander might have mentioned it.”

“Why were you and Alec talking about my coffee order?”

“Because I was trying to do something nice for you.” Magnus sighed and walked out of the room, beckoning them to follow. With a bit of confusion, they did, bringing the coffee into the living room with them. They sat awkwardly on the couch, curled up in the corner, watching as he ran his hand over the spines of books on the shelves, muttering to himself. He found the one he was looking for and plucked it out, turning it in his hand. It was thin and small, decorated with stickers and writing they couldn’t read on the spine.

He sat on the couch next to them, placing his mug on the coffee table by his knees. They got a good look at the cover—there were glued-on gems, stickers of mundane cartoon characters, and in neat, loopy writing, Summer 1998.

“I will answer any question you have honestly,” he said, his voice much softer than it had been a moment before. “But you need to see this.”

Carefully, they took the book and opened the cover. Inside, it was simply a journal, something they’d buy in the corner of a bookstore when they had a little spare cash. But there were drawings and scribbles that looked like a child drew them, tape with all sorts of colors and patterns, and pictures held in by the tape. Pictures of Jensen as a toddler, paint all over his face and hands, in the treehouse in Idris, with their father in the background with an array of brushes behind his ears or in his hands, each of them different colors. The next page held a blurry photo of their mother and father, laughing at something behind the camera, and a caption at the bottom in the same handwriting as the cover: Alice doesn’t know how to use a camera yet. They didn’t think they’d ever seen their father look so happy, so full of life.

They flipped the page. There was a picture of a little girl they barely recognized—long, unruly curls pulled into pigtails, bangs hanging in her face. She wore a blue dress and black Mary Janes, though both had dirt and grass stains on them. She had freckles and a gap in her teeth, evident in the smile on her face. Holding her was their father—neither seemed to know there was a camera on them, but they looked completely and utterly absorbed in the moment. He wore paint-covered jeans and a plain t-shirt, more casual clothes than they ever remembered seeing him in. Sun shone through the window behind them. In the top corner above it: And Aric says he doesn’t like Elton John.

“That’s me,” they said in a half-whisper, voice a little shaky. “My—my dad—”

Magnus nodded. “I don’t think I had ever seen a man look more in love than when I met your father for the first time and I watched how he looked at your mother. Then you and your brother came along and I was proven wrong.”

They took a deep breath and looked at him. “How do you have this?”

“Your mother had a habit of scrapbooking, and once she brought it over to show me. She left it here—I meant to give it back, but…” He smiled slightly as he said this, though they could see some sadness behind his eyes. They knew what he meant. It was only a few months later that she died, a little while after Jensen’s fourth birthday. “I held onto it, is all. Didn’t want to lose it.”

They closed the book and handed it back to him, deciding they didn’t want to see more at the moment. He frowned slightly, though took it either way. “What happened, Magnus? My dad refuses to talk about it, Maryse didn’t know my mother well, I doubt Luke did, either, not that I’ve asked…”

Magnus took a sip of his drink and sat it, with the book, on the coffee table. “Are you sure you want to hear all this? I don’t…” he trailed off with a small sigh.

“Don’t what?”

“I don't want to push you any further from your father.”

They frowned. “I don’t think you can do that.”

He gave them a quick, wide-eyed look that challenged that statement, though he continued. “I was a very, very good friend of your mother’s. She met me at some meeting she snuck into at the New York Institute when she was about your age and we kept in touch while she was at the Academy and thereafter.” He took a breath, choosing his words carefully. “Her parents were…interesting people. Very strict, old-world, Clave-lover types. They wanted her and her brother and sister to go to the Academy, marry respectable people, settle down—your mother, the firecracker that she was, had no interest in any of this.”

“I’ve heard that about her. Maryse told me that—actually, a few times she got a little angry with me and told me I’m just like my mother.”

“If she meant strong-willed and rebellious, that would be the case.” Magnus chuckled. “She, from what I understand, was a brilliant student and top of her class. Had a perfect record and had good friends who all acted the same way. She had a strong sense of justice, though, and tolerated no mistreatment of those she loved. She defended people who couldn’t defend themselves with a smile, knowing she was doing the right thing.

“Your father struggled in school. I don’t know all the details—she didn’t tell me everything, probably because he asked her not to. I have a feeling it’s not something he’s proud of. But she was assigned to tutor him and they became fast friends despite their vastly different lives.”

Rowan raised an eyebrow at that. “What do you mean?”

Magnus looked at them for a moment and frowned. “Your father drank from the Mortal Cup to become a Shadowhunter. He was a mundane until he was seventeen or so. Did he not tell you that?”

They clenched a fist, nails digging into their palm as they did when they were angry. “No,” they said bitterly. “He didn’t. I—I met Valentine, once, and he called my father a mundane, but I had no idea..” How, they had no idea. Then again, they knew nothing about their father’s life before they came to New York. He refused to talk about it, citing it as something unimportant. Every story they knew about their parents was purely from the Lightwoods over the years, giving them whatever bits and pieces they knew about him as a teenager and young adult. His friendship with Maryse and Robert was relatively new when they came to New York and they ran in different circles—that’s all they had been told.

He nodded. “I’ll add that to my list of reasons I’d like to strangle your father some days.”

Rowan scoffed, noticing the twinge of anger in his voice as well. “The feeling is mutual.”

“I’ll give you the short version, then,” he said with a small sigh. “Your father was a mundane. He grew up in New York, if I remember correctly, and he was recruited to the academy. He became a Shadowhunter and fell into your mother’s friend group with Jeremy Lovelace, his eventual parabatai, and Céline Montclaire, your mother’s best friend.”

They leaned their head into their hands, holding their forehead. “My head hurts,” they muttered and ran a hand through their hair before looking up at him. “Two things. My father has a parabatai? And my mother was friends with Jace’s mom?”

He laughed softly at their exasperation and nodded. “Believe me, it’s amusing from the outside, knowing the, ah…complicated history there.”

“Oh, I’m sure Alec told you all about how he thinks I’m a dumbass.”

“Actually,” he said, stopping them from continuing. “Alec hasn’t mentioned much, except that he worries for you, sometimes. I’ve just seen you and Jace in a room together and assumed things.”

They pinched the bridge of their nose, burying their face in their hands. “Don’t get me started with that prick. He’s no longer my problem.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

“You could say that.” They sat up and took a sip of their drink. “I don’t know a Jeremy Lovelace. Who is he?”

“He’s a Silent Brother. He was injured and it would have killed him, but rather than dying, he joined the Brotherhood. I have a friend there, Brother Zachariah, who told me he’s doing well the last time I saw him.”

Rowan looked at him strangely. “Do you know everyone?”

He smirked. “When you’re alive a long time, my dear, you make friends in strange places.” His face dropped slightly as he continued. “Your father wasn’t really the same afterward. Warlock magic is powerful, but the parabatai bond is something else entirely—he was happy, though, from what I could see. And he had your mother to rely on. By that point, it was just the two of them; Céline had gone, Jeremy was one of the Brothers, but they had each other. And they had you, then Jensen, and they had family. Until…”

They began to fiddle with the ring on their finger, knowing where this story went next. “She died. I know that much. That doesn’t explain why my dad looked so…guilty when he saw you at the party. And why he was so upset when I said I’d met you weeks ago, or why you were so angry when you left.”

His eyebrows furrowed and his expression tightened slightly—they assumed this was the part he hadn’t wanted to tell them. “Your mother was very dear to me, Rowan. Being alive as long as I have, I rarely meet someone so different from anyone else I’ve seen, but she was the best person I’ve known in a while. And I…” They could hear the tension in his voice as he continued, though they could also see he was trying to remain as neutral as possible. “I didn’t give that book back to your father because I was angry. I didn’t find out she had died until a week after the fact and didn’t get to properly say goodbye because I wasn’t allowed in Alicante. I didn’t—” He took a breath and wiped the corner of his eye. “The worst part is, I had you two when it happened—you and Jensen. They were on a mission in Cairo, helping the Institute that was incredibly undermanned, and they asked if I could keep you for a few days. It wasn’t the first time I’d done this, I’d done it several times in you and your brother’s lives—hell, I made your mother her first cup of coffee after she had yours and let her nap on my couch while I kept you preoccupied for a few hours. I didn’t know when your father took you home it would be the last time I saw you for eight years.”

He let out a shuddering breath and, with a bit of a sad flourish and some blue sparks of magic, summoned a tissue in his hand. He dabbed at the corners of his eyes and took a moment to pull himself back together, before continuing. “Eight years to me is such a small fraction of the rest of my life, but it didn’t pass as quickly as I thought it would have. I assumed, after the first month of hearing nothing from your father despite the countless fire messages I sent him, that I would never see you again. I left him alone and wallowed in my misery until I forced myself to move on. I spent a lot of time with Ragnor Fell in that time, though, and he was a dear friend to me as well.”

Rowan couldn’t manage words to react to the rest of his story, but they could acknowledge the loss of his friend. “Clary told me what happened in Idris. I’m sorry.”

“There is absolutely nothing for you to apologize for, my dear,” he said, a sad kind of smile on his face. “I know this is all…overwhelming. But you wanted your questions answered. I never meant to keep anything from you.”

“Magnus,” they said, sitting up a little straighter. A million thoughts raced through their head, more questions, more feelings, more things wondering why, but they knew there was only so much he knew. He didn’t have the whole story, he couldn’t tell them why their father abandoned them in New York or what actually happened to their mother because no one would tell them more than it was a demon attack. They didn’t know if that was true or if it was a way for the adults to get them to stop asking so many questions about an uncomfortable topic. They only had one question he could really answer, though.

“I have to know,” they continued. “You did one of those…memory block spells on Clary. Is…is there one on me? Because I don’t…” they trailed off for a moment, trying desperately to explain something they spoke so infrequently about. They’d only ever told Alec about their frustration with this, with their problems with memory. “I don’t remember any of this. Jace has told me he remembers most of his childhood. Alec and Izzy remember when they were kids. Even Jensen remembers little bits of Mom, but it’s few and far between. But I just…I don’t. Frankly, I don’t remember most of my life before I was twelve, there’s just little hints of things.”

He shook his head. “There’s no spell on you that I know of, my dear. The human mind has its own magic, though, and I believe with all the things that happened to you as a child—losing your mother, moving to New York, all of it happening so quickly…you might have blocked things out without meaning to. And that might be more powerful than any memory spell I could conjure up.”

That was the opposite of what they needed to hear. They’d hoped, for some reason, that they’d have some spell on them that he could fix with a quick snap and everything would be over and they’d have all the answers they wanted, but even he couldn’t help them with all the power he held. They leaned forward, burying their face in their hands, forcing back the tears that threatened to fall from their eyes. To their surprise, Magnus cautiously wrapped his arm around their shoulders, and even more surprising, they didn’t try to shove him away like sometimes they did when even Alec was trying to help them.

“I’m so sorry I can’t do more for you, peanut,” he said softly. “I wasn’t there for you when you needed someone, but I will be from here on, if you’ll have me.”

Rowan nodded, though it was small. They kept their head down, letting him hug them, fidgeting with the ring on their finger as the weight of it all hit them. They wanted so badly to have something of their mom’s, more than just this ring, to remember her by, but the pictures didn’t spark anything, either. In a few minutes, they lost all hope of remembering her beyond stories like they always hoped they would, if only they could hear the right information or talk to the right person. But even the person who knew her best besides their father couldn’t help them.

“It’s so…unbelievably isolating to know nothing about your own life,” they said in an incredibly small voice after a while of quiet. “Maybe that’s why I get on with Clary so well. She gets it.”

Magnus smiled slightly, pulling away as they sat up. “I always thought you two would get along. Even as kids, you were similar—curious little things that loved to get into anything you could.”

“Maryse said I was a bit of a shit when I was a little kid,” they said, laughing half-heartedly as they wiped the corner of their eye. “Jace and I used to get into everything, no matter where she hid it. Birthday gifts, Hodge’s things in his desk—this one time, he, Izzy, and I broke into her makeup and she drew all over his face. Even worse, we left her whole counter trashed—she was so pissed.”

He laughed as they spoke. “I bet. I would be livid if I had three eight year olds playing with my makeup.”

“Actually, I think we were twelve.”

“Oh, that makes it so much better.”

They chuckled and took a sip of their coffee. Despite the realization that they might never remember the earlier years of their childhood, they felt somehow…lighter. Magnus had that effect on people, they assumed. Now that they knew his deal and weren’t so suspicious of him, they could appreciate his charm and good nature. He’d done a lot to help them, their friends and their family in the past few weeks. Maybe this was an opportunity to start over.

“Tell me about my mom,” they said. “The most obscure, random thing about her you can think of.”

He leaned back against the couch and thought for a moment. “Let me see,” he said in a half-whisper, mostly to himself. “Oh! Oh, dear, your father was a terrible influence on her. She was a perfect student and all that, but from what she told me, she’d never been in any trouble before this. But she told me—keep in mind, this was in school in the very early days of Valentine, so ‘The Circle’ wasn’t really a thing yet—“

“By the Angel, please tell me my mom wasn’t involved with that.”

“Oh, heavens no. Just the opposite.” A smug smile grew on his face. “She hated him. Thought he was full of it. She told me, years later, that he’d insulted warlocks for some reason and she was already in a sour mood—walked up and punched him straight in the face. Broke his nose, I think.”

Rowan almost choked on their coffee, quickly setting it down before they made a mess. They looked at Magnus with wide eyes, half laughing. “You’re joking. Tell me you’re joking.”

“Absolutely not. Your father confirmed everything when she brought it up a few years later.”

They shook their head in disbelief, still a little unsure if he was bluffing, but decided it wasn’t too far of a stretch. They’d heard their mother had a bit of a temper but they were glad to know it was used to punch assholes.

The two talked for a while longer, exchanging various memories and stories that Rowan felt had to be exaggerated a little, but that was who Magnus was. He liked to tell a story, but they loved to listen. The longer they listened to him, the more connected they felt—to him, and to their mother.

There was a knock on the front door and Magnus jumped like he was surprised, then clasped his hands over his mouth. “Oh dear, I forgot–” he said, sighing at himself. “I have some friends coming over for a dinner party, dear, I’m so sorry.”

Rowan shrugged and shook their head. “It’s alright,” they said, standing to leave. “I’ve gotta head back anyway. Simon and I are doing a movie night and I’ve gotta clean my room before I go.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Simon can’t enter the Institute, why would you need to clean for that?”

“You haven’t met Maryse.” They deadpanned, giving him a look that explained exactly how much of a mom-mode Maryse was in recently. THey started to gather their things and head to the door. “Plus my dad’s here, so anything to get out of the house, right? And Simon’s nice. He wants to show me some movies he grew up with. It’ll be fun.”

“I bet it will,” he said with a smug smirk that implied something between them and Simon. Magnus winked a very glittery eye at them and they cringed.

“You’re gross. He’s just a good friend,” they said with a huff. “And he’s got something going on with Isabelle or something. I quit asking—romance drama is not for me.”

“Whatever you say, my dear. Talk soon.” Magnus smiled at them as they turned to the door and opened it.

When they opened the door, they saw two people—very tall, very good-looking people—and Rowan wondered how Magnus managed to be surrounded by beautiful Downworlders all the time. Then again, he fit right in. They gave an awkward smile to the one looking at them. She had very long, ginger hair that fell in loose curls around her shoulders, and everything about her exuded confidence in a very soft, gentle way. Her store unnerved them, though. She had the most incredible blue eyes they’d ever seen in their life, and the way she looked down at them sent a chill down their spine. The other of the two was busy writing something in his journal, his dark hair hanging in his eyes and obscuring most of his face from them. .

They walked away quickly. As they headed down the hallway, they heard Magnus join them in the threshold. “Really, Magnus,” the woman said, “more Nephilim?”

“Be nice, Eleanor,” said the man. “Not everyone holds a hundred year grudge like you do.”

The girl muttered something they didn’t understand, then Magnus sighed. “Is this going to be your attitude all night?”

There were some footsteps and shuffling, no doubt them going into the apartment.

“You know how I feel about Shadowhunters, dear”

“I’d appreciate a little more patience for the ones I keep in my company, lately. That was Mollie’s child.”

The woman gasped quietly. “You’re joking.”

The front door swung closed behind the three and with a click of the latch closing, Rowan could no longer hear the rest of the conversation. They came to Magnus for answers to questions, and got them, but it only opened new doors for more questions. While they wanted to know why these friends of Magnus’s that showed up knew their mother, and they wanted to understand the full situation from their father, they had more important things to worry about, like movie night and Simon. Simon, who was basically keeping them sane at the moment and providing what little entertainment they got out of his relationship drama while they figured everything in their own life out. At least it kept things interesting.

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khaleesiofalicante · 10 months

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Shades of gray was soooooo amazing!!! I read it in three nights and it was honestly a great way of going to sleep💙

Alec is so relatable fr. I will just be nodding whispering "mood" because he's thoughts are so on point and so godamn funny LMAO

Yeah, he's a mood but I would love it if my workplace made made Pijama Party Days!!! Can we switch, Alec??? I'll give you the paperwork and you give me the workplace!!! Or stop being so angsty!!!!

He's such a gay mess and I respect that😌

Me everytime Magnus speaks: ...and that's why I think this man should be my new religion mom and dad🙂

I love how Alec has just four moods here: angsty, done with everyone, gay and horny. I don't take criticism

I can't decide which pov makes me laugh more, Alec or Max's. They are both such dumbasses with 1 braincell and amazing sarcastic humor😂😂

Clave being cuties I see😎

There is something so refreshing about malec shamelessly flirting with each other. Idk what but it makes me smile so much🥺🥺

God. Please. No. Don’t do this to him. Alec is actually a semi-decent person. Don’t do this to him. Me when I face a mild inconvenience

The development of Alec and Clary's friendship is top tier and so them🥺. Also they are a comedic duo and I would kill for more interactions with them jshshsjjsjs

Jace is quiet for a long time before he speaks. “Have you considered plastic surgery?” two halves of a whole idiot 😌

Alec punching Asmodeus is all the therapy I need istg-

I looooved the gray paint analogy so much you have no idea. I used to feel like Alec a lot in the past. I don't anymore, but reading this made that old part of me feel at ease💙💙

“Because that’s life,” Magnus shrugs. “We do one thing after the other until we die.” idk what Alec is on, this is inspiring to me💙😂

I had a tlnd flashback with the breakfast-for-dinner thing😭😭

Alec grins. Wide. It hurts his whole face. But he doesn’t care. I CAN'T WITH HOW HAPPY HE IS BESIDES THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE OMG🥺🥺🥺

Contrary to popular belief, I do not enjoy putting Alec Lightwood in pain.

Gotta write shit like this every once in a while in case y'all spread false information 😭😭

Thanks, bb. I'm glad you liked it 💙

#shades of gray

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darcyolsson · 10 months

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for the tsc ask game: 1 2 4 6 7 26 💖🥰 i love the resurgence ur making me want to reread!!!

which tsc series is your favourite overall? why? the infernal devices my beloved.... uniquely gutwrenching compared to the other ones i think. also the most interesting characters by far!!!!

2. which tsc series is your least favourite overall? why? this is a hard one but i think i have to say the last hours simply bc the setup was there and it could've been soooooooo good but it was. just fine. tmi is a wreck but it's interesting to read at least!! i feel more emotions while reading one single jace/clary sibling scene than i did reading all of tlh i think

4. fav short story collection i think the bane chronicles!! i love the other ones too but tbc apparently had such an impact on my brain chemistry as a young teenager that i rewrote tmi in my brain into a version where ragnor actually is a semi important character. he's not he gets mentioned like maybe 6 times total

6. who is your fav main girl CLARY and i will not apologise. i love you insane girl who doesn't handle emotional turmoil gracefully and instead starts verbally and/or physically fighting all the people around her!!!!! she's jealous she's mean she's insecure she's passionate she's catty she's angry she's full of love she's a little crazy i love her sm

7. top 3 characters overall? why?

magnus - do i even have to explain this. he's my bestie forever and i love him so much. to quote myself he's literally a superpowered glittery party catboy turned devoted glittery husband and accidental dad of 2….he’s emotionally repressed he accidentally created a cult he has a life-long obsession with reluctantly helping sad teenagers he’s banned from peru i’m obsessed. he’s even bisexual

jem - loved his homoerotic friendship but truly what makes jem so great is that he has the Range. dying victorian orphan, sexy monk, malewife dilf, you name it he slays it. tell me who else could do all that so effortlessly and flawlessly exactly NO one. also he's truly a breath of fresh air in a world of dark and brooding love interests ily jemmie

grace - i debated giving this spot to jessamine because they serve similar shades of morally gray cunt but i think grace deserves his spot more because she has these moments where she says/does something small and distincly weird that makes everyone go "uh, ok..?" while she thinks it's the most normal thing in the world which i love. jessamine would scream if she saw a moth but grace would adopt it and make everyone refer to it as her baby and dress it up in little clothes or something and thats why she's bestie

26. you can choose to own any one item that exists in the tsc world. it will not function in our world and will only serve as a keepsake. what are you taking? i'm taking cortana because Big Sword

tsc asks

#declanwidow #answered asks

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diana-bookfairchild · 2 years

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Oh, my heart

Okay, so Alec and Clary had a genuinely terrible relationship at the beginning of the Mortal Instruments. Which was fair enough, because to Alec, Clary was an intruder and to Clary, Alec hated Downworlders and was just, like, plain rude to her.

But Alec hugged Clary - I literally ran around the room jumping up and down in excitement - after she and Jace put his Heavenly Fire in the sword, and The Land I Lost had excellent Alec and Clary friendship content.

But their relationship was genuinely hostile enough that it was one of the first things Simon remembered.

And then. . . Clary's worried because Alec likes to believe the best in people?? Can you imagine City of Bones Clary ever thinking like that??

Their friendship and dynamic is so awesome. People think Mortal Instruments was a lot worse than Clare's other works but the relationships - including the obvious romantic relationships - are so well done. Clary and Simon, of course, are BFF goals, the Lightwood siblings are sweethearts the few times we see all four together, Jace and Alec's parabatai relationship, Alec and Izzy's big brother little sister dynamic, Clary and Maia's slow moving acquaintance to friendship, Clary and Luke's father-daughter relationship, Simon and Luke and Jace and Luke for that matter, Simon and Maia's friends to lovers to friends, Clary and Isabelle's burgeoning friendship, Simon and Jordan's mentor-mentee to friends relationship with the thrown in Jace, Alec and Clary's annoyance to affection journey and Simon and George and Simon and Jace's friendship and brotherhood in Tales from Shadowhunter Academy.

Alec's character arc is genuinely so freaking amazing, and I'm crying about it. From the mostly hostile introvert in the closet to a loyal and quiet but friendly parabatai, brother, husband, father, friend and Consul.

"Alec is actually at the start the most conservative of the Lightwoods. As Alec progresses through the books, he does become less and less like that — he insults vampires in CoFA and then brings himself up short — and in the Bane Chronicles we do see him confronting his feelings about Downworlders seriously, but also for the first time (both with Magnus and the werewolf he meets later in the club). Obviously his relationship with Magnus has a lot to do with him realizing that you can’t force the prejudiced to accept you (though you can hopefully enforce change through changing laws) and you need to accept yourself, be proud of yourself and love yourself. Which I think has been Alec’s arc all along."

And I think we love Secrets of Blackthorn Hall so much that we forget its actual format. Emma actually trusts Cristina so much that she writes about a private conversation with one of her dearest friends and confidants. And Clary and Isabelle and Isabelle and Maia and Lucie and Cordelia and Clary and Maia and Tessa and Sophie and Tessa and Cecily are amazing but this is probably the truest and easiest female friendship dynamics in The Shadowhunter Chronicles.

From City of Bones, from Clockwork Angel, from Bane Chronicles, from Tales from Shadowhunter Academy, from Lady Midnight, when we were introduced - or re-introduced - to these incredibly real-life, multi dimensional and beautiful characters, they're all mostly adults and figuring their way out through life after all the terrors they've been through with these wonderful relationships.

My heart<3

#alec lightwood #clary fairchild #simon lewis #jace herondale #shadowhunter chronicles #mortal instruments #emma carstairs #cristina rosales #secrets of the blackthorn hall #platonic relationships #friendship #underrated friendship #beautiful #my poor heart #so overwhelmed

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polarnacht1 · 11 months

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Hi! Character ask game: Jace :)

thank you so much for asking about my baby!

Favorite romantic ship(s): Jalec! They are chosen soulmates, I still feel nothing beats that. Plus they complement each other so perfectly, their chemistry was off the charts in the show, way better than all canon ships together, and did I mention they chose to share their souls? Of course they share their hearts too! I do like Jace with Magnus, or together with Magnus and Alec (though I always have to admit the Malec part in the Malace always feels a bit stretched and not as natural as Jalec or Jagnus)

Favorite platonic dynamic(s): Izzy! I love the two of them together as almost siblings and best friends. In a lot of ways they are a lot alike, and I think that makes a great friendship dynamic

LGBT+ headcanon(s): Jace is bi, and his first love (and last) is Alec, though he has sex before he gets together with Alec. Jace's perception of love is so messed up due to his upbringing it takes him a while to realize that what he feels for Alec is something different than friendship or being Parabatai

Job headcanon (in an AU/or future): In canon I see him as someone who dedicates his life to train young Shadowhunters, in the training room and field - though I also like the book!job he gets where he is the head oft the NY institute, but I like him better as a trainer. In a human AU a professional musician would be nice, or also in the training area - martial arts, karate etc, maybe with bartender as a side job

Animal shifter headcanon: Lizard - not because of the canon events but because of the perfect Jalec lizard pic I found a while ago

Favorite canon thing about them: Jace was raised with so little love, and yet he grew up to be so full of it and ready to give, he's literally ready to sacrifice himself for his loved ones. I love how he hides his vulnerability behind his snark and lets only his chosen person see who he truly is.

Least favorite canon thing about them: I didn't like how he threw all his training and common sense away to run after Clary - it didn't make sense for him as a person, but also not for him as a well trained Shadowhunter - he should have known better than to endanger her and himself and all the others by letting her lead without any training at all.

#jace wayland #jace herondale #jalec #answered aks #ask game #myulalie

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ao3feed-sambucky · 1 year

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The House That Built Me

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43300527

by Booklivesmatter

Alec Lightwood wasn't expected to survive that night. His parents dropped him off in the midst of a human trafficking ring and cleaned their hands of their homosexual, thirteen-year-old son. Except the man they sold him to happened to be a SHIELD Agent undercover: Clint Barton.

Clint and Laura Barton take Shadowhunter Alec Lightwood into their home and raise him as their own. Alec rises through the ranks of SHIELD and even becomes an Avenger alongside his adoptive father and aunt. When the time comes, Director Fury sends Alec back to the New York Institute undercover to bring down the Clave from the inside.

How will Alec handle being back inside the very institution that would gladly see him dead based on his sexuality alone? And what about the mysterious warlock who saved his life during the Battle of New York?

Words: 2110, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Hawkeye (TV 2021), Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Ant-Man (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Maryse Lightwood, Nick Fury, Robert Lightwood, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Jemma Simmons, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Raphael Santiago, Ragnor Fell, Catarina Loss, Cooper Barton, Lila Barton, Nathaniel Pietro Barton, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Scott Lang, Max Lightwood-Bane, Rafael Lightwood-Bane, Stephen Strange, Harley Keener, Yelena Belova, James Rhodes, Bruce Banner, Loki (Marvel), Ultron (Marvel), Camille Belcourt, Luke Garroway, Iris Rouse, Valentine Morgenstern, Imogen Herondale, Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern | Sebastian Verlac, Leo Fitz, Grant Ward, Lydia Branwell

Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clary Fray/Jace Wayland, Simon Lewis/Isabelle Lightwood, Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff/Vision

Additional Tags: Bad Parent Maryse Lightwood, Bad Parent Robert Lightwood, Spy Alec Lightwood, Secret Relationship, Adoption, Clint and Laura Barton's Family, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood First Meet, Domestic Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Alec Lightwood Needs A Hug, BAMF Alec Lightwood, Aunt Natasha Romanov, Avengers Family, Name Changes, Tony Stark Has A Heart, POV Clint Barton, POV Alec Lightwood, Lydia Branwell & Alec Lightwood Friendship

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43300527

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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bytheangell · 2 years

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Elle’s 2021-22 Shadowhunter Bingo Masterlist

I’ve had a ton of fun creating fic for the 2021-2022 Shadowhunter’s Bingo! I didn’t manage to blackout my card but I did write a ton thanks to these prompts, and I hope you enjoy them! Infinite thanks to @shadowhunterbingo for running this event!

Sex Work - Making Moves | Teen, No ship, Isabelle focus

As a sex worker, Isabelle knows that she has to look out for herself, so she's going to do just that.

Halloween Fic - The Treat of Trick Arrows | Teen, Clary & Alec & Izzy friendship

Clary is shocked when Alec agrees to let them wear Halloween costumes on patrol, and even more surprised when Alec's costume comes with a very helpful added bonus!

Witch/Familiar - A Moment Changes Everything | Teen, Ragnor/Raphael

Raphael meets Ragnor's familiar, and the two grow surprisingly comfortable. (Warning for canon mcd)

Wing Fic - There’s No Give-Up in Us | Teen, Alec & Clary and Clary & Izzy friendship

When the wings that Clary's rune summoned to aid in killing Jonathan return even after the rune fades, she doesn't know what to do about them.

Warlock Mark - Shared Marks | Gen, Lorenzo/Andrew

If a Nephilim’s soulmate is a Downworlder, then they take on the characteristics of that Downworlder. When Andrew wakes up the morning after Alec and Magnus' wedding with a warlock's mark of scales along his skin, there's no mistaking what it means.

Fuck or Die - Just off the Key of Reason | Mature, Jace/Jonathan

Upon entering The Bone Chandelier, Jace subjects himself to unknown Seelie magic at Jonathan's insistence. The desires it brings to the surface are unexpected... but not entirely unwelcome.(content warning for dub con, sex pollen drug, frottage)

School Teachers - Change of Tune | Gen, Jace/Simon

Jace is quick to dismiss the newest music teacher, but Simon is about to make a much more lasting impression than he would've imagined.

Babysitting - Current Thoughts of Future Days | Gen, Lorenzo/Andrew

When Lorenzo and Andrew babysit Magnus and Alec's children, they end up discussing the possibility of children of their own... one day.

True Love’s Kiss - They Don’t Love You Like I Love You | Teen, Magnus/Jace

When Jace Herondale is put under a curse that only True Love's Kiss can break, only Alec knows who that is - he just has to decide if breaking Jace's trust in keeping his secret is worth it.

Blind Date - A Lot In Common | Gen, Lydia/Tessa

Lydia and Tessa realize that they have more in common than they first thought, and it might work to both of their advantages.

Blind Character - Attitude and Outlook | Teen, no ships

When Alec comes across a blind Shadowhunter who isn't being given a fair chance to train, he transfers her to the New York Institute to see what she's really capable of.

Vampire Alec - Eternity With You Doesn’t Sound That Bad | Teen, Alec/Raphael

When Alec gets too close to Raphael Santiago it lands him some unwanted attention as leverage against the vampire with life-changing results.

Magic - Faith in the Face of Instability | Teen, Lorenzo/Andrew

When Lorenzo loses control of his magic, Andrew doesn't hesitate to come to his rescue no matter the risk.

Crossover - What’s Your Emergency? | Teen, Emma/Julian

Trapped in place with a broken phone screen, Emma's forced to call for help from the only number she can dial by heart for help, and the first responders of The 118 come to the rescue.

Rune Ceremony - Worth the Risk | Teen, Simon/Jace

Simon is faced with a difficult decision after his class's Ascension Ceremony takes a turn for the worst. Does he leave, or risk it all to get his memories and his life back? (Warning for canon mcd)

Free Space - Working Relationship | Teen, Christopher/Grace

Why would Christopher want to be anywhere other than completing his experiments with the person who seems to complete him?

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theredraccoon · 2 years

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Like a Dragon to His Gold

Chapter 3

Jace, for once in his life, had a plan. He also, again for probably the first time ever, was going to have patience. So much time had passed since they had defeated Valentine in his – well, his former life, that he honestly didn’t remember all of the details of what had happened. The big stuff was all there, the revelations about his parentage, the trauma, repressing as much as he could so he could make it through. Valentine’s death. His own, sort of. The less said about that the better.

There were still a lot of gaps. And he wasn’t sure if it was deliberate or not, but some of the other details and big events in his life had already started to take on a hazy gloss in his memory. It was probably for the best. If he was trying to make different decisions this time around then it would be nothing but a burden to have two sets of memories in his head all the time. He’d lived a long time, lived a full life the first time, but he was eager to try to make this one richer, deeper, with a different kind of love.

So Jace had a plan and that plan required patience. As much as he wanted to run to Alec and tell him everything, tell him that Jace wanted to try being together for as long as they could, he knew that Alec would most likely truss him up like a turkey and deliver him directly to Brother Zachariah for being possessed or something if he said anything like that now. Jace actually had to wait and show him slowly that he was aware of Alec’s feelings. That he returned them. Jace had to swallow hard at the joy that rose up in him any time he thought about that eventual day.

In the meantime, though, there was Clary and Simon and Valentine and Lydia and and and –

Jace had a plan and Jace had patience. So he left to meet Alec and Izzy that first night and dove headfirst into everything and let the tide of chaotic events sweep him up.

It worked. Somehow, amazingly, incredibly, they managed to defeat Valentine with only about half the trauma. Simon still became a vampire. Jocelyn still died. Magnus still flirted, although Jace managed to cockblock him often enough that Magnus eventually took the hint even as Alec stayed oblivious. The Seelie Queen was still a dick who loved to manipulate the Downworld into needless fights with the Shadowhunters. Jonathan was still a piece of shit they’d have to deal with later. Along with Lilith, fuck.

Jace kept himself closer to Alec then he had the first time, not haring off after Clary as easily (although he did cultivate that friendship as much as he could) and trying to be more measured about his arguments with Alec about the Clave’s stupidity. They still bickered and fought and snarked at each other. But otherwise, things stayed the same, on his end at least.

Sometimes Jace would catch Alec giving him glances when he thought Jace wasn’t looking, like he wasn’t quite sure what was happening but not willing to risk asking a direct question. And every time Jace would actually agree with Alec on an issue, capitulate after still calling out the most egregious of Alec’s bullshit, Alec would get this look on his face, wonderment and bewilderment that was quickly buried under his usual stone-cold persona. Then, slowly, as the weeks went by and the hunt for Valentine continued and they kept dealing with all the minor crises that popped up like clockwork, Alec started to turn to him first, to ask what Jace thought about any new orders the Clave had handed down or what Magnus and the Downworlders might be doing.

Jace had thought that he and Alec had already been as close as parabatai could get but this was a whole new level of trust. They had always been anchors for each other, knowing that the one would follow where the other led and that their bond was stronger than adamas. This was different. This was walking forward together, neither leading or following, but moving as one. It was exhilarating.

Then, suddenly, Valentine was dead. Jonathan had been dragged off somewhere and Jace knew that that was another battle for another day but – Valentine was dead. He stared down at the body of the man who’d been so influential in so many (terrible) ways and let himself lean on Clary’s shoulder, utterly exhausted. She leaned back against him, propping him up. For once, she was quiet. It had been an unexpected-but-planned battle and things had ultimately worked but Valentine hadn’t gone down easily.

There was the whoosh of a portal opening and then Alec and Magnus were there, followed soon after by Izzy and Simon. Alec immediately moved towards Jace and Jace easily transferred his weight from Clary to his parabatai. His head fell to Alec’s shoulder and he could feel Alec’s hands running lightly over all the places he could touch, checking for injuries.

“I’m fine, Alec. Only one hurt is Valentine and he’s not getting better.” Jace felt Alec’s small huff of laughter travel through him and smiled slightly. He was really tired.

“I take it the plan worked, then? He took the bait, if earlier than we thought?” Alec’s voice was soft in his ear. Jace could hear a babble of other voices rising and falling, Magnus and Izzy and Clary and Simon talking all at once, but it was fairly quiet in the shelter of Alec’s arms. For the moment.

“Yeah. Everything worked. Good job with that, it’s like you learned strategy and tactics from someone smart. Oh wait, that was probably from me.” Jace tried to put as much snark into his voice as he could, but it wasn’t much. He just wanted to sleep.

“Magnus! I think we should get Jace and Clary home. We can send a team out later to deal with Valentine. Can you put him in stasis or something so that we know he won’t disappear on us? I’m sure the Clave will want to verify that he is, in fact, very dead.” Alec was in full command mode, which Jace secretly loved (and sometimes openly hated) but right now Jace appreciated it.

Magnus, his arm tucked firmly around Clary, nodded and flicked his fingers out at Valentine’s body. A blue glow flowed out and shaped an egg over the man on the ground, shimmering. Magnus twisted his fingers and the flow winked off but the blue egg remained. It was transparent for a second longer and then went opaque, hiding Valentine from view. Jace sighed.

“All right, come on. I’ll let you crash and I’ll let everyone know the situation. Let’s go, chop chop.”

Jace still had the energy to roll his eyes at Alec but gamely followed him as he walked them both over to the portal Magnus now had open. The Institute doors loomed large on the other side and were an incredibly welcome sight.

Their little group shuffled along, the others swirling around with Jace and Clary at the center, and then they were inside and Shadowhunters were pouring out from everywhere. Jace heard Alec calling out orders and telling people to both go collect Valentine’s body and bring it back to the Institute and to call the Clave and let them know that Valentine was dead. By the time they’d made it to the opposite side of the room, Alec had issued at least four more orders, ensuring that everyone that needed to know what had happened was informed.

Jace was hanging heavily onto Alec by this point and was starting to drift off. Between the battle itself and the thought that this part was over, and that he knew enough about what was coming to make it easier, Jace was just done. He flinched a bit when Alec raised his voice over the hubbub and announced, “I am now off duty. You all have your orders; Isabelle is now in command. I am taking Jace to his quarters. Magnus will be doing the same with Clary, do not disturb her. Good job all, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And with that, Jace found himself out of the room, down the hall, and magically into his room. Alec was stripping his clothes off with brisk efficiency and then Jace was shoved into the shower. The hot water woke him up just enough to scrub himself down. He stumbled out and made it to the bed, where Alec was waiting.

“Come on, let’s go to bed. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

Jace blinked at Alec, brain trying to process. Alec hadn’t slept next to him in years, not since they were still getting used to the parabatai bond and couldn’t stand to be far away from each other. And then he shrugged and decided he was too tired to question it. Vaguely, Jace thought that this was actually great for him as he could now finally move forward with his Plan. The one he’d waited so patiently to enact. But that was for tomorrow.

He climbed in on the right side of the bed, felt Alec move to the other side and get in as well, and then – he was asleep.

#shrb2022 #likeadragontohisgold #chapter 3

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jakeluppin · 4 months

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Simon Lewis 🤲🏻

1: sexuality headcanon: 100% Not Straight. i'd say probably bi/pan, but i could also see him being gay as well. 2: otp: obviously simon/raphael 3: brotp: i do love simon/clary obviously but i also love simon/luke and their friendship 4: notp: simon/magnus is so weird to me... i don't think i have any that are major Nos but yeah. maybe also simon/clary, just not a big fan of it. 5: first headcanon that pops into my head: before he was turned, he didn't go to synagogue super regularly. and obviously right after he felt like a monster and he felt like he couldn't ever go again. but over time he grew into himself and understanding that no, he's not a monster. so he reached out to his rabbi and is basically just like, "So, ya know, totally hypothetical, obviously, but what about vampires and drinking blood? Kosher?" and then they talk and simon gives probably too much detail that his rabbi is definitely thinking there might be something Going On. but soon after simon starts attending services more regularly. and during this time simon and his rabbi are meeting and talking more about life and what it means to be a good person and what it means to be a monster (because, well, simon is sure he isn't but not quite 100%) and then at some point he brings someone with him and they're holding hands and after services the rabbi sees simon give the boy a small kiss before going up and saying hi to the rabbi. the rabbi saw and the two talk and basically the rabbi assumes that simon's whole obsession with talking about being a good person and not being a monster was because he's gay and was dealing with some big internalized homophobia. 6: favorite line from this character: "What? Come out of the coffin?" 7: one way in which I relate to this character: jewish, not straight, in love with raphael 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: i mean he's an Idiot sometimes but not so much embarrassment 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? cinnamon roll

send me a character

#scott.txt #joanthangroff #why is that headcannon so long #i kind of want to write a fic based on that but like....#does anyone even care about them anymore?

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What-if-style canon divergent where Magnus raises Johnathan

I have been thinking about Johnathan Morgenstern lately, and as horrible as he was, I can't help feeling sorry for him.

For the way his life played out, hardly giving him a chance to be anything but a monster.

And I love Magnus (and Magnus with kids), and I thought,

What if Magnus was in Edom the day that Valentine sent Johnathan to Lilith.

(Reason for Magnus being in Edom could be because he needed to re-bind his father to the realm, because Asmodeus almost got out?).

And Magnus, on his way back, saw Lilith hurting the boy and saved Johnathan.

Portaling the both of them back to his apartment in Brooklyn.

How would the story go if Magnus had raised Johnathan, giving the boy a real chance at life?

Magnus getting the story of Johnathan's origins out of the boy (as far as Johnathan knew at that point).

There could even be some kind of meeting with Sebastian Verlac, and maybe the two (Johnathan and Sebastian) become friends and later even more?

(Johnathan did describe him to Clary as "the most beautiful guy sitting across", if I remember correctly. Too bad his twisted mind was too far gone by that point)

Maybe Magnus would convince Jocelyn to let her daughter and his son form a friendship, in exchange for removing any supernatural memories from Clary. Thus giving Johnathan a relationship with his sister (that isn't tainted by his obsession with her).

(In this setting, I would make Jocelyn's mind kinda crack a little where her son is concerned. Maybe the injections Valentine gave her had a negative affect on her psyche, and as a result, any memory of her son is completely blocked off for her.)

And when it comes time to meet the rest, a grown up Johnathan could be protective over Magnus and be a little shit to that stupid Shadowhunter (Alec) that flirts with his father figure.

A lot of drama would be circumvented by the simple fact that

1: Magnus would know that Valentine is still alive and can form different protections to keep the downworld safer.

2: Magnus would know that Jace and Clary are not siblings because he has raised Valentine's son for years, thank you very much

3: Raising a child could make Magnus himself more stable, and maybe he would do something about Camille sooner, not being as burdened by his complicated feelings towards her.

4: If Clary and Johnathan have a chance to become friends beforehand, she might seek out him and Magnus when the whole chaos at the beginning goes down, letting her have a less traumatic entrance into the shadow world.

5: Lilith would be super pissed though and probably be Magnus' number 1 enemy which could lead to lots of badass fight scenes when the need arises for a little action.

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters tv #malec prompt #canon divergent rewrite #johnathan being raised by Magnus #Johnathan Morgenstern having a chance at life #Johnathan and Sebastian could fall in love in a healthy way #Sebastian Verlac would life #and would get help from Johnathan and Magnus if he falls into addiction

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thelightofthebane · 8 months

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through the good and bad and all in between

Summary: Magnus was born a warlock. Magnus became a mundane for love and by self-sacrificing tendencies. Magnus turned into a vampire after an act of spite and revenge.

A story about survival, new identities, love through adversities, and accepting changes.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s03e17 Heavenly Fire, Vampire Magnus Bane, Turned without consent, Major Character Undeath, Immortal to Mortal to Immortal, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Boyfriend Alec Lightwood, Soft Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Cat & Alec friendship, Domestic Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending

Rating: E

Chapters: 10

Words: Around 23k~

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Mini Bang 2023: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

You can read it on AO3 or the sixth chapter below ~

Chapter 6 - And this is how it's supposed to be

It looked like normal blood.

But it hidden a power greater than they could’ve imagined.

“I thought Simon became a Daylighter as some side effect of the Soul Sword’s light.” Magnus frowned, still trying to comprehend what Alexander has just told him.

That was the official version after all. Something about how being in contact with Clary’s pure blood plus the Soul Sword’s energy affected Simon and he became a rare kind of vampire – something, thus, impossible to recreate.

“I thought too, until earlier today when Jace finally told me the truth. It’s actually something pretty simple, but that could turn both my parabatai and his girlfriend into a beacon for vampires.”

Magnus nodded in understanding. Not all vampires would be polite enough to say ‘please, could you give me a bit of your blood so I won’t be burned alive under the sun?’ They would actually suck Jace and Clary dry.

“Not even Clary knows about this. It’s a secret that Jace and Simon have been keeping only between themselves. At least for serious matters those two can actually shut up and keep a secret.” Alec murmured almost grumpily, then cleared his throat. “Anyway, now we both know, too.”

“Why? If Jace is doing this out of guilt just because I lost my magic in exchange of helping him, it’s unnecessary. I made my own choice.”

“It’s not about guilt, Magnus. I think it’s his own version of thank you for, you know, saving him from Lilith. If you haven’t done that, I’d have been forced to kill him. It would have destroyed me. Not only because he is my parabatai, but it would also be my brother’s blood on my hands. He knows that. And he’s grateful for you preventing that.”

Magnus shrugged helplessly as if to say it was nothing, but Alec weren’t having none of that. Taking Magnus’ hand and kissing his knuckles, he spoke softly, almost as if it were a secret.

“Jace might not show it, but he also cares about you a lot, Magnus. You’re family, and we do everything we can for family.”

Magnus’ Adam’s apple bobbed, and he turned his gaze again to the uncapped bottle of concentrated Angel blood.

What if it didn’t work? Though his heritage was of fire and shadow, Magnus was never one to hide in darkness. He liked the light too much, and thrived on it. Being a Child of the Night damped his joy, and he could live with that.

It was just that…

He really didn’t want to.

“Well, if nothing else, I’ll already have my fill for lunch,” he joked, though there was no lightness in his eyes.

His Alexander, never to ignore his distress, kissed his forehead. “Be brave, my love.”

And what else Magnus could do? Still a little hesitant, but more resolute than before, Magnus picked the bottle and took a small sip.

He didn’t know if it was going to work or not, but oh… It was delicious.

Almost addictive.

He drank everything almost in one go, feeling the most sated since waking up to this new life. And fortunately, it was enough to fill his stomach and quench his thirst, or else he might’ve not resisted taking a taste from Alec - whose blood always smelled delicious for him.

And Magnus definitely didn’t want to go there. Yet. Or maybe never.

A thought for another day, however.

“Do you feel any different?”

Magnus shook his head, but was already heading towards the door.

“Only one way to find out.”

Before he could launch himself into the sun, though, Alec grabbed his wrist. His eyes were wide in fear and panic.

“Can’t you just…” He waved his hand. “Put only an arm outside. Just in case it didn’t work.”

“Oh my darling…” Magnus lifted his hands and held Alec’s face in between them. “You have been so afraid all this time, haven’t you? Don’t you worry, okay? I won’t do that to myself. To us.”

Alec searched all over Magnus’ face for reassurance, and seemingly finding it, released a shaking breath. Nodding, he let Magnus’ go and stepped back, giving space to his boyfriend.

Smiling in gratitude, Magnus took only one deep breath - which he didn’t need anymore but the simple action helped to center himself - and then turned, marching forward to the afternoon sun without hesitation.

The world became brighter, lighter, warmer.

~*~

They were lazily making out on a sunbed at the back yard, Magnus refusing to go inside for hours already after finding out that he really became a Daylighter. Not that Alec minded. Seeing Magnus smiling and happier was enough for the Shadowhunter.

Only after they were beyond sated and just cuddling, the day giving way for a chilly night, that Alec dared to bring out the topic that was weighing heavily in his mind.

“Have you thought about Raphael’s request?”

For a moment Magnus tensed, but soon enough he relaxed again in Alec’s arms.

“I don’t know if I’m the best as Raphael’s replacement. I may know how their politics work, but I’m fairly new as a vampire myself. How can I expect to have their trust in leading them?”

“They know you. Maybe not as a vampire, but as a Downworlder like them. An immortal, too. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were older than most of the clan.”

“It’s still uncharted territory.” Magnus insisted.

“Magnus, you may have changed what you are, but not who you are. Your heart is still the same, and I’m pretty sure your brain is, too. You can still give advice. You have centuries of knowledge in magic and life overall. You created the portal and so many other things. You can still create new things, if not for the Warlock community, but for the vamps. I’m certain they would appreciate that and…”

Alec started to wave his hand aimlessly in the air like he sometimes did when immersing himself at some topic and laying out all the facts to prove his point. It was endearing, actually. It was somehow soothing to have such a small thing unchangeable even when their worlds kept colliding and in the brink of destruction and spinning all the time.

“... And, and we all know how you always liked to eat, from simple things to more ostentatious ones, so don’t tell me you won’t try to indulge yourself with something that may work with blood. Like, hiring some chefs and trying together thousands of recipes while combining different types of blood. You would become their favorite leader in no time! Maybe Maia would love new ideas for Taki’s, too.”

Magnus hummed, humoring his Shadowhunter. “Yeah, that sounds like me, alright.”

“Exactly! The New York clan wouldn’t know what-” Alec’s voice trailed off when a fire message came flying suddenly. He took it from the air and read the urgent message on it.

His expression closed off almost immediately, his eyes thunderous.

“What is it?” Magnus immediately sat up, worried.

“They found Camille. In a crime scene.”

None talked for a full minute. Alec started typing furiously on his phone while Magnus’ thoughts scrambled like dandelion seeds in the wind.

Only when they suddenly crashed and Magnus blinked out of his reverie, looking up and seeing Alec already looking back at him with worry in his eyes, that he felt coherent enough to form words.

“How…” He cleared his sudden dry throat. “How bad is it?”

“A carnifice. Over a dozen of dead mundanes. Three were children. There was a toddler.”

Silence.

The kind that could suffocate.

Then, Alec sighed. “Magnus, I don’t think imprisonment is enough for her now. She committed too many crimes. She has been killing mundanes left and right. She killed you and Simon. She will certainly get the death sentence, be it from the Clave or the Warlock Council, and I don’t want to–”

“I trust you.” Magnus interrupted him. “I- I don’t want to know anything about her anymore. If I could, I’d have my memories of her completely erased. So, I trust you to make the right call.”

Alec nodded slowly, though he was still very worried about Magnus.

“I have to go back to the Institute to assemble a team. Do you want me to call Cat or Raphael to keep you company?”

Magnus shook his head. “I want to be alone.” Crossing his arms over his chest, the vampire got up from the sunbed. “Go do your job, Shadowhunter. I’ll be here when you come back.”

Without waiting for a reply, Magnus practically fled back to Ragnor’s house, the back door closing with a bitter finality.

~*~

“Wow, I haven’t seen you this murderous since Valentine and Magnus swapped bodies,” Jace commented, very unnecessarily, causing Alec’s scowl to get more pronounced. “No, really. If you glare at the screen any harder, you’ll open a hole in it.”

“Jace, shut up!” Isabelle hissed, elbowing him hard.

As for Alec, he was trying really hard to keep his head cool, or else he would forgo every protocol he knew, laws be damned. Because his only wish currently was to make Camille Belcourt pay with blood, giving her a very slow death.

He wanted to kill her. He really wanted to kill her, deliberately and painfully.

“Alec.”

Alec blinked slowly, back to reality, then turned towards the voice that called him.

“Catarina.”

She wasn’t wearing scrubs like the usual. She wasn’t even with her glamor up. Her blue skin and bright white hair were exposed to all to see at the Ops Center, and for the first time it wasn’t a healer in front of them.

It was a warlock ready to confront the one who hurt her family beyond reality.

Jace gasped, perplexed.

“You called her? We can’t-” He cut himself, then shook his head. “Alec, since when do you put a civilian at risk during a mission? You know it’s against the rules!”

In any other situation, it would’ve been amusing having Jace mentioning laws and rules as if they were something he actually cared for.

But in that moment, Alec didn’t give a single shit.

“I really don’t care, Jace. Cat wanted to come with us, and I would never stop her.” He took his bow from the table and walked past them to give the final orders to all teams assembled and ready to go where Camille was hiding.

“Try to stop me, Shadowhunter.” Cat drawled, staring pointedly at Jace, and soon following Alec.

Jace and Izzy exchanged looks.

They were terrified for their brother.

Usually, Alec was the level-headed, always keeping an eye on them, but for the first time the opposite would be necessary.

They didn’t have at all a good feeling about that mission.

Camille was ready for them.

It was a trap full of demons.

A rift for a hell realm was open.

Alec fell on it.

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