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alexanderlightweight · 7 months

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Hi there! for a prompt i was wondering if you would be up for something where Magnus learns that Alec has so many more responsibilities than he thought he did. I just love the idea of Magnus being sure that being High Worlock was so much more challenging than being the HOTI. Thank you!

i played with the prompt a bit and this is some of Magnus helping and witnessing how much responsibility Alec is taking on and being incredibly proud of him and impressed (imo they are equally challenging and complicated jobs but in extensively different ways. on one hand, magnus has a great deal many more people to look out for and a lot of conflicts to be aware of, especially within downworld tensions etc while alec is responsible in a different way for his people, since they expect to live and die by his word and he's also politicing with fossilized clave brains and he hunts nightly).

i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

“I adore you—” Magnus murmurs as he presses a kiss to the shell of Alexander’s ear.

“I love you too babe,” his darling says back, utterly sincere even in his distraction, a little pleased smile curling his lips even as his brow furrows as he considers the tablet in his hands. “Now what do you think of simulating ice in the training room with magic? An official commission of course, I’m documenting everything in case other Institutes want to follow my lead with training.” Magnus already knows Alexander is planning — hoping — for that outcome. “I want to get them used to ice before I let them out this winter.”

Magnus makes an inquiring noise and Alexander shrugs with an amused but tired sigh.

“Baby shadowhunters learning to use speed runes and unused to moving at those speeds on ice with this much concrete and mundane vehicles? It’s a mess and I know for my family, it ended up pretty bloody the first dozen times until we got the hang of it.” Alexander shrugs as if it’s nothing big but Magnus can see the tightness of his shoulders, “it felt fun the first few times, but it got old. More quickly for me than Izzy and Jace. They were more frustrated but—” and Magnus wants to reach into Alexander’s chest and scoop out the sorrow binding his heart, “I got tired of seeing my little brother and sister covered in blood or with bones shattering through their skin.”

It makes Magnus sick, to think of Alexander like that. To think of the fact that they were probably out on their own already when that happened.

“I’m happy to do it,” Magnus tells him and his palm turns on Alexander’s thigh, offering up his fingers with a wiggle that catches his boy’s attention. A hand leaves the tablet to join his own and Magnus hums contentedly, “I can easily summon some gymnastic equipment and ice it over.” At Alexander’s look he sends his own, “I’ve seen what you and your hunters can do, my love. Don’t look at me like that, we both know whose right.”

It’s Magnus, and he takes great pride in the fact that the only response Alexander can give is a rueful huff.

“That would probably help them figure out balance easier and in a much more controlled manner.” Alexander finally admits and then his mouth twitches, “not to mention that this group will practically consider it a reward. It’s a fun way for them to learn, they won’t treat that lightly. I’ll probably have to put a limit on how much time I let them train in there.”

Magnus laughs, unable to help it and he can’t help but tug on Alexander’s hand until he can press his lips against the little scars where Alexander’s knuckles once split.

“Now, tell me again, lovely. What hidden weapon did you decide to first teach your cherubs?”

“Blowdart.” Alexander says and he puts down the tablet to summon an elegant, adamas blowdart to his palm.

Magnus bites back his appreciation, because this isn’t the time for it, unfortunately.

Alexander has given enough of his day over and while Magnus has appointments, he’s more than willing to let them run late and stay a bit longer with his love. Especially when he gets more insight and a better understanding of Alexander’s responsibility. His hunter isn’t hesitant to speak with Magnus, but he rarely wants to bring clave or Institute issues to their home. Oh he’ll pace and rant about one or two specific indivduals — typically clave — stupidity, but he rarely opens up about the intricacies of his nights.

Magnus knows he trains, himself and others. That he hunts and overseas reports and and that each head of the various departments reports to him in finality. There are a dozen other responsibilities that Magnus knows about almost peripherally, but Alexander also tends to assume that Magnus already knows. He treats each duty that he — finally — will mention as an afterthought. As thought it’s impossible that Magnus didn’t already know of it.

As flattering as it is, it’s also maddening in these instances. Magnus supposes it is a bit his own fault. He’d made quite a show of his ‘knowledge’ when teasing Alexander when they’d first met and later in pettiness when he’d come for help.

It leaves Magnus hungry for each piece of information that Alexander lets slip, his boy never guessing that Magnus hoards each piece as a new sliver of a grand puzzle.

It’s a delight to unravel Alexander, especially when Magnus is rewarded each time with evidence of Alexander’s abilities.

His darling never disappoints.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec

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emmett-mchearty · 1 year

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Ya know what pisses me off the most? There are dozens, nay, hundreds of books they could be adapting. So many NEW stories. Children of Blood and Bone? Six Crimson Cranes? Winter's Orbit(gay space odessy, highly recommend)? Fuck, they could even try remaking the adaptations that flopped the first time like they did with Vampire Academy and Shadowhunters. Hell, I'd be ecstatic if they finally released the Maximum Ride movie that never got made.

But why mess with success??? Why reboot a series that did well? Twilight and Harry Potter are iconic pieces of media(albiet problematic). They don't need a reboot. Stop remaking things I beg of you. There is a mountain of new content and all Hollywood execs can do it slap together another remake. It's lazy. Stop it. Get some help.

#these people get six figures to dick around and make the same movie ten times #we should collectively decide to boycott all reboots #doesnt matter what it is #reboots need to die #theyre killing the industry #twilight reboot #harry potter reboot #twilight #twilight revival #twilight rennaisance #the twilight saga #twilight saga

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vwritesaus · 1 month

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v's masterpost

hello and welcome!! i'm v and i love to write--fics, poetry and some original work (when the mood hits). and as my username states, i also write and am very fond of AUs

all of my fics save a few drabbles can be found on my ao3 (@/vwritesaus) and my main blog is @a-thousand-unread-pages ✨ i also craft in my spare time, particularly embroidery ♡

my inbox is always open so send me in your asks, headcannons, whatever you like! i'm always down to chat, even if i take a million years to respond (just as a warning!)

i love a lot of books, manga and anime, but you'll mainly see fics for my current and everlasting obsessions:

the shadowhunter chronicles (specifically the infernal devices & the last hours)

haikyuu!!. love those little giant volleyball idiots so damn much.

also tid/tlh fans, please check out @alastairstom for her AMAZING fics (ao3 @/thegirlofthorns) and my best girl @agnes-draws's art which will leave you screaming and believe in love again

so without further ado, here's my work below the cut!!

the shadowhunter chronicles:

key: only main ships listed, rated, wc, chapters completed *tumblr include the last chain of preview posts and completed fic/chapter links

a (two few) hundred hearts (thomastair, t, 20.5k): tumblr (previews, final) | ao3

timeless (the last hours, m, 17.k) (1/?): - chapter 1: tumblr (previews, final) | ao3 - chapter 2: coming soon

dear christopher (the last hours, t, 24.1k) (3/5): - chapter 1: tumblr (previews, final) | ao3 - chapter 2: tumblr | ao3 - chapter 3: tumblr (preview, final) | ao3 - chapter 4: tumblr (previews, final) | ao3 - chapter 5: coming soon

breathe (thomastair, t, 4.4k): tumblr | ao3

what's in a kiss? (by any other touch would feel just as sweet) (thomastair, t, 9.6k): tumblr | ao3

hygge (thomastair, t, 2.6k): tumblr | ao3

paper lace, sealed with a kiss (thomastair, TBA): tumblr | ao3

random wip snippets: pt 1 | pt 2

haikyuu!!

key: only main ships listed, rated, wc, chapters completed

outliers (tsukikage/yamayachi, m, 4.5k) (1/12): ao3

it’s complicated (kogagoshi/kinkuni, m, 3k) (1/?): ao3

on the trail of lemon leaves (bokuaka, t, 3.2k) (1/?): ao3

press start (iwaoi/matsuhana, m, 9.4k) (2/?): ao3

in lover’s eyes, there is… (sakuatsu/sunaosa, t, 26k): ao3

whispers in a fox’s ear (sakuatsu, m, 34.1k): ao3

at the edge of the blue hour (bokuaka, t, 9.7k) (2/4): ao3

when i fall, don’t let me drown (bokuaka/kuroken, m, 44.1k): ao3

in gold, blue and pale pink (kuroken/bokuaka, g, 5.2k): ao3

the line (we cannot see) that connects our stars (yamayachi, g, 3.4k): ao3

among inked flowers (bokuaka, g, 1.8k): ao3

breath of the sun (bokuaka, g, 1.8k): ao3

if home is where… (matsuhana/iwaoi, t, 15.6k) (2/5): ao3

reflected in prismed moonlight (bokuaka, g, 2.4k): tumblr | ao3

achivement unlocked: cutie acquired (kuroken/bokuaka, g, 4.6k): ao3

perfect? (kagehina, g, 2.4k): ao3

fugue (kuroken, t, 1.6k): tumblr | ao3

blinded (iwaoi/matsuhana, t, 26.5k): tumblr | ao3

the shadowhunter chronicles:

coming soon

haikyuu!!:

long ago, i saw a fallen star… (bokuaka, t, 879): ao3

upon the darkest blue (tsukikage, g, 875): tumblr | ao3

bad liar (iwaoi)

hands (bokuaka)

lucky (iwaoi)

movie date (kuroken)

umbrella (matsuhana)

missing you (daisuga)

winter (kagehina)

baking (bokuaka)

birthday (iwaoi)

zines:

coming soon (haven't posted any of my zine pieces yet lol)

crafts:

hinata + meat bun embroidery

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andraedevane · 2 months

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✨ Intro Post ✨

Hi everyone! I'm Andra Edevane, but you can call me Andrevane or Andy if you want. My pronouns are she/her. I'm pansexual. I don't care if a person is female, male or non-binary. As long as they can make me feel loved, their gender it's a secondary thing. I'm an adult, that's all you need to know about my age. So please, minors, don't talk to me in DMs. You can send me asks and interact with my posts, but that's all. I'm also open to roleplay if you want to! But again, not minors. And feel free to send me ask/DMs me for anything!

【 About me 】

🌸My irl friends: @mustangdemon, you're a great person who always seem to know how to cheer me up, so thank you for that @shoon200218-blog, I don't know how would be my life without you (probably very terrible), I love you 🩷 @sergio130posts, you are an awesome person and you deserve someone as good as you in your life

🌸My mutuals: @mustangdemon @shoon200218-blog @generalallxsanjishipper @destroya2005 @fancychaostraveller @zearay @rexnanorum @salsalada @inkfowl @arrhythmicdesires

🌸 Bilingual. I speak English and Spanish.

🌸 Writer (I finally have an AO3 aacount! :D. The username is the same as here btw)

🌸 Artist (I draw sometimes, but I don't know if it's good or bad)

🌸 Music: I like all type of music genders, except reggaeton and trap. My favourite music gender is definitely BSO music. And symphonic metal. Symphonic metal it's... so beautiful for me.

🌸 Hobbies: Write, draw, read, listen to music, watch TV shows and movies.

🌸 Favourite season: Winter.

🌸 Favourite singer/group: Hidden Citizens

🌸 Fics I like: Mostly hurt/comfort, because why not? Is there something more beautiful than a person who comforts another person when they need a shoulder to cry on? Crack fics too, because we need to laugh more in this life and be more happy. Villain redemption, because I believe in the innate goodness in people and I think that's what would make a better world. So you can recommend me hurt/comfort, crack, or villain redemption fics if you want.

🌸Fics I don't like: Rape/Non-con fics because I don't feel comfortable with those kind of things. Fics with toxic relationships because what I want in a fic is a happy ending for all the characters, and if there's a toxic relationship that's definitely not a happy ending to me. And I don't like fics with gore neither. So fics with toxic relationships, rape/non-con, or/and gore are a no-no for me.

【 My fandoms 】

⚡Harry Potter 🌌 Star Trek | Star Wars 🦸 Marvel | DC 🐺 Teen Wolf | Shadowhunters 🏥 Stranger Things 🐞 Miraculous Ladybug 🗡️ Trollhunters 👩 She-Ra and the Princesses of Power 🔥Avatar: The Last Airbender | Avatar: Legend of Korra 🦉 The Owl House 🛸Voltron: Legendary Defender

【 Ships I like 】【 My OTP's 】

Yes, I rarely ship the canon couples. Why? Don't ask me that, I don't know why. I just can't avoid shipping non-canon couples. Maybe it's because all of the canon ships seem like the same to me and I'm tired of that. Or maybe it's because non-canon ships are more interesting to me and they could have an interesting story. Anyways, If you ship canon couples it's okay, but that's not for me.

【 DNI 】

♦️ LGBT+ phobes. I don't care if you are Homophobic, Biphobic, Acephobic or whatever you are, if you can't respect people for their sexual orientation, don't talk to me.

♦️ Transphobes. Everyone deserves to live a happy life. And if someone isn't living a happy life because society asigned them a wrong gender, they have the right to be their true self. If you don't support or accept that, block me or don't talk to me.

♦️ Xenophobes. Hating someone for not being of your country is dumb and it's wrong. So if you are like that, again, don't talk to me.

♦️ Racists. We're all humans, no matter the race. And if you can't respect people for being of another race, don't interact, thanks.

♦️ Sexists. Whether you are a misogynist or a misandrist, if you can't accept that no matter the gender we are all worthy of living in this world, don't talk to me.

♦️ Ableists. Despise or hate persons just for having a disability (If that term upsets some of you tell me) is something horrible and you shouldn't do that. So if you are an ableist, don't interact.

♦️ Radfems/TERF. You can support an ideology, but only as long as you aren't radical. So radfems, don't interact. And if you are a feminist that excludes trans-woman, don't do it neither.

♦️ Fascists. If you are antidemocratic, ultranationalist, right-wing or right-wing extremist, stay away from my blog. I don't want those people talking to me.

♦️ If you support censorship.

♦️ Zionists.

♦️ Islamophobes. If you hate a person just for being muslim, don't interact. Like I said before, I'm a respectful person and I only want to talk to respectful people who support human rights.

♦️ Killers, rapists, pedophiles, MAPs. I don't have to say why I don't want those people intecting, right?

【 Moral of this intro post 】

If you can't be able to admit that we're all humans and we're all worthy of live, and live without being harrassed or abused for our race, gender, sexual orientation, nationality, disability, or another reason, block me.

If you are the opposite, if you are good and kind, if you are respectful, you support LGBT+, and you believe in the equality of all humans, no matter race, gender, sexual orientation, nationality, disability, or other things, you are totally welcome!

I think that's all! So byeee!,

Andy 💐

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soulofapatrick · 28 days

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Heart’s Desire 1/2 - Simon Lewis x female reader

Summary: What if it's you, Clary and Simon who visit the Seelie realm, Simon having to pick

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: angst; fluff

Notes: There might be a part two im not sure yet

Y/N’s POV

Plunging into the icy depths of the winter water in Central Park was not on my bucket list of things to do today. Or to do ever actually but here we are, me Simon and Clary, jumping into the water like it’s an everyday occurrence. The shock of the cold steals my breath away, the frigid embrace of the water envelopes me, numbing my senses for a fleeting moment before the adrenaline kicks in. Darkness surrounds me, broken only by the occasional glimmer of light filtering through the surface above.

With a burst of determination, I kick against the water, propelling myself upwards with all the strength I can muster. My lungs burn with the need for air, and just as I feel like I can’t hold on any longer, I break through the surface, gasping for air.

And suddenly, I’m not in Central Park anymore.

As I gasp for air, blinking away the water from my eyes, I find myself in a realm unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. The shock of the transition from icy water to this new world leaves me momentarily disoriented, but as I take in my surroundings, awe washes over me.

The Seelie Realm stretches out before us, transformed by a blanket of pristine white snow. Everywhere I look, snow capped trees tower majestically, their branches adorned with delicate icicles that shimmer in the soft light. The air is crisp and clean, carry with it the scent of pine and magic, and the ground beneath our feet is soft with freshly fallen snow.

Simon and Clary emerge from the water beside me, their faces reflecting the same wonder and amazement that I feel. Despite the cold plunge we just took, we find ourselves miraculously dry, as if the very essence of the Seelie Realm itself has welcomed us and granted us safe passage. That should be a good thing but with the Seelie Queen and her tricks… I really don’t think so .

Together, we make our way through the winter wonderland, our footsteps leaving a trail of imprints in the snow. As we walk, I can't help but marvel at the beauty that surrounds us—the way the sunlight filters through the trees, casting a warm golden glow on the snow-covered ground, and the way the gentle breeze carries with it the soft tinkling of bells in the distance.

As we approach the Seelie Court, Simon and Clary walk slightly behind me, allowing me to take the lead as the envoy for our group. The crunch of snow beneath our boots is the only sound as we make our way through the enchanting forest, the anticipation of meeting the Seelie Queen hanging heavy in the air.

Finally, we reach the grand entrance of the Seelie Court, its towering spires reaching toward the sky like fingers grasping for the stars. The doors swing open before us, revealing the opulent interior of the court, adorned with shimmering crystals and intricate vines wrapping their way around almost everything they can get their grip on.

At the centre of it all sits the Seelie Queen, her throne raised on a dais of more vines and flowers. She appears no older than a child of ten, with long scarlet hair and clear, blue eyes, wearing an intricate golden circlet for a crown. Those eyes betray a wisdom far beyond her physical years, sparkling with mischief and ancient knowledge.

She watches us with a gaze that seems to pierce straight through our souls, her expression unreadable as we approach. The air humming with anticipation, the weight of her presence almost tangible as we come to stand before her throne.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the encounter, and then I bow low before the Seelie Queen, Simon and Clary following suit beside me. As I lift my gaze to meet hers, I can't help but feel a sense of awe and reverence for this powerful being who holds sway over the realm of the Seelie.

“Welcome, shadowhunters,” She says, her voice like the tinkling of bells on a winter’s breeze, “What brings you to my court on this day?”

I straighten, meeting her gaze with as much confidence as I can muster. "We come seeking your aid, Your Majesty," I reply, my voice steady despite the nerves that flutter in my stomach. "There are matters of great importance that require your wisdom and guidance.”

As I finish speaking, a sudden sensation of pressure grips my body, causing me to gasp in shock for the second time today. I look down to see thick vines bursting from the ground, wrapping tightly around my legs and binding them together. Panic surges through me as I struggle against the entangling tendrils, but it's no use. The vines seem to have a will of their own, their thorns digging into my skin, piercing through layers of clothing.

A whimper escapes me as I feel my arms being trapped at my sides by more vines, leaving me completely immobilised. I glance around frantically, only to see Clary in a similar predicament, her expression of mix of fear and confusion.

“Si…” I choke out, the vines moving slowly over my throat, the vines around Clary mimicking mine, “Help us.”

Simon stands nearby, his bright eyes wide in shock as he watches helplessly. I can see the turmoil in his expression, the desperate desire to come to our aid warring with the fear of making a wrong move in the presence of the Seelie Queen.

But before he can react, the Seelie Queen speaks, her voice echoing through the hall with a cold edge, “Ah, Shadowhunters,” She says, her tone dripping with amusement and too much malice for her child-like voice, “It seems you have come seeking my aid, only to find yourselves ensnared in your own folly.”

I grit my teeth, frustration bubbling up inside me as I struggle against the vines, “What is the meaning of this?” I demand, my voice tinged with anger and desperation as my voice gets cut off by the vines tightening with barely a raise of her pinky finger.

The Seelie Queen tilts her head, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips, “You seek my aid,” she says, her voice uncomfortably innocent for what is just happening right now, “But first, you must prove yourselves worthy of it.”

I go to speak again but with a wave of her hand, the vines tighten their grip even more, causing me to choke out a strangled sound of pain, feeling the thorns digging deeper into my flesh, drawing blood as they hold me captive. Each breath is a struggle, the pressure around my chest threatening to cut off my air supply completely so I stop struggling. Alec wouldn’t be too happy if I died before he and Magnus could ‘claim me as their kid’ in Magnus’ words.

Through the haze of pain, I hear Simon’s voice, pleading with the Seelie Queen to stop. His words are desperate, filled with a raw emotion that cuts through the air like a knife. But the Seelie Queen merely watches, her expression unreadable as sh takes in the scene before her.

And then, as if sensing the shift in the air, she turns her gaze toward Simon, her eyes narrowing with interest. "And what of you, Daylighter?" she asks, her voice silky smooth. "Do you wish to save your friends from their plight?”

Simon steps forwards, his jaw clenched with determination, “Please,” he says, his voice trembling with emotions, “Let them go, I’ll do anything you want.”

The Seelie Queen smiles, a cruel twist to her lips as she regards him. "Anything?" she repeats, her tone dripping with malice. And Simon, being the idiot he is nods, repeating her words, his voice steady despite the fear lurking in his gaze as he glances back at us.

Her smile widens even more, malice behind those bright eyes as she watches Simon with a predatory intent, “Very well,” She practically purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction, “You must kiss the one you desire most, Daylighter.”

My heart sinks like a stone in my chest, a heavy weight pulling me down as if I’ve just plummeted on the steepest drop of a rollercoaster. I can hardly bear to watch as Simon hesitates, his gaze flickering between me and Clary before settling on Clary. It makes me feel a surge of panic that grips me, the fear that he’s going to choose Clary overpowering any rational thought. After all, they share a history that goes far beyond anything I could offer him. They've been through so much together, and deep down, I know they're meant to be.

As Simon splutters in response to the Seelie Queen's demand, I can't help but feel a sense of resignation settle over me. Of course, he's going to pick Clary. It's what's expected of him, what everyone would expect of him.

But then, to my astonishment, Simon takes a hesitant step towards us both, his movements slow and deliberate, like a cautious traveller navigating unfamiliar terrain. My heart flutters erratically in my chest, disbelief washing over me like a crashing wave against the shore. Could it be? Could he really be choosing me?

I watch in stunned silence as Simon takes another deep breath, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that mirrors the tumultuous emotions swirling inside me despite his lack of need to breathe anymore. His brow furrows slightly, as if he’s wrestling with an inner conflict, but beneath the uncertainty, there’s a flicker of determination in his eyes.

And then, in a move that catches everyone off guard, Simon takes two decisive steps towards me. As he takes those two decisive steps towards me, the air crackles with anticipation, charged with the electricity of the unexpected. My heart races in my chest, a fluttering bird desperate to take flight as I watch him, my breath caught in my throat.

With a tenderness that belies the uncertainty of his movements, Simon’s fingers brush against my cheek, sending a thrill of warmth racing through me. His touch is gentle yet firm, as if seeking solace in the connection. His eyes, pools of liquid amber, search mine with an intensity that steals my already very shallow breath away. It’s as if he's peering into the depths of my soul, seeking reassurance and understanding in the unspoken language of our gaze.

In this suspended moment, the world falls away, leaving only Simon and me in our own private universe. Time slows to a crawl, each heartbeat echoing like the distant tolling of a bell, as we stand on the precipice of something momental. And then, without a word, Simon leans in, closing the gap between us with a hesitant that mirrors my own. His lips, soft and inviting, brush against mine in a tender caress, igniting a wildfire of sensation that courses through every fibre of my being.

His kiss is like a balm to my soul, a revelation that leaves me breathless and wanting more. It's as if every dream I've ever dared to dream is coming true in this one perfect moment, as if the universe itself has conspired to bring us together in this exquisite dance of fate. It’s a symphony of sensations, each touch igniting a wildfire of longing that burns deep within me. Every brush of his lips against mine sends shockwaves of pleasure racing through my veins, leaving me dizzy with desire.

It’s as if time itself has ceased to exist, and we’re caught in a timeless embrace, lost in the swirling currents of passion and devotion. In the moment, there is only Simon and me, bound together by the invisible threads of fate, our souls intertwined in a dance as old as time itself.

My hands ache to reach out to him, to tangle in his hair and pull him closer until there’s no space left between us. And finally, as if hearing the silent plea of my heart, the vines that once ensnared me begin to untangle, releasing me from their grasp.

With a sense of liberation that fills me to the brim, I reach out to Simon, our fingers intertwining in a silent vow of solidarity. His touch is electric, sending shivers of anticipation racing down my spine as he pulls me closer, his hands finding purchase on my hips.

As Simon pulls away, a lingering warmth remains between us, a silent echo of the passion we shared in that fleeting moment. Our fingers remain intertwined, a silent vow of solidarity that speaks volumes in the hushed stillness of the Seelie Court. But, as we catch our breath, a sudden realisation dawns upon us—Clary is nowhere to be seen. Panic grips my heart like a vice, squeezing tight with the weight of guilt as I realise the consequences of our actions.

My gaze darts around the clearing, searching desperately for any sign of Clary's presence, but she's vanished without a trace. The guilt gnaws at me, twisting in my gut like a serpent as I struggle to come to terms with the consequences of our choices.

The Seelie Queen watches us with a knowing smile, her eyes glinting with amusement as she observes the turmoil playing out before her. "It seems your friend has left you," she remarks, her voice like velvet edged with steel. "No matter. You may go.” Her words hang in the air like a verdict, leaving me with a sinking feeling of unease. I exchange a worried glance with Simon, the weight of our actions pressing down upon us like a heavy burden.

As we turn to leave, the Seelie Queen's voice stops us in our tracks. "Remember," she says, her voice a whispered promise carried on the wind. "When the time comes to face against Valentine, I will consider helping you."

Her words offer a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty that looms ahead, a beacon of light in the darkness of our uncertain future. And as we step out of the Seelie Court and into the crisp night air, I can't help but wonder what trials await us on the path ahead—and whether we'll emerge victorious, or succumb to the shadows that lurk in the depths of our own hearts.

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belle-keys · 6 months

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Also sorry one final question-

Do you think that Cassandra will truly end shadowhunters as a universe with the wicked powers? Do you agree with this? Do you wish we would be able to revisit this universe but from a more adult perspective (stories following 30 year olds for example).

I am a massive cosmere fan and Brandon Sanderson has his own multiverse of magic system that are all connected. Much like Cassandra’s shadowhunters. And when people ask him if he ever gets constricted from writing in it, he says no because he molds the series or trilogies to what he’s in the mood for. Steam punk. Endless Victorian winter. Colourful Greek worlds. A zombie apocalypse 🤭🤣.

I for one think Cassandra shouldn’t stop at wicked powers. Yes take a break from it, and maybe write other things that aren’t soley shadowhunters but I really hope she doesn’t close the door definitely and continues to create her opus Magnus. It’s an amazing legacy to continue to tap into, in the course of writers career, I think.

"Do you think that Cassandra will truly end shadowhunters as a universe with the wicked powers?"

Yes. I think she's a little tired of the series. I think she'll wrap it up in a grand, epic way, but I think she will end the main series there. I feel like every year or so we may get a short story and Magnus content, but I think the main series will close.

Cassie won't ever abandon it wholly, and she won't ever get away from the Shadowhunter branding, but I can see her moving slowly away from it if she gets the chance.

#cassandra clare #cassie clare #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #brandon sanderson

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More thoughts🤭

It was like there were two different people.The boy he fell in love with and the man he married. They were two different people: I've been looking for a way to describe the differences between teenage Mavid and adult Mavid and this is just perfect, because if LBAF 4 had been different, less cruel to them they would've been different-saddest part is that Lance's accident has a huge part in it so Mallory isn't a canon event but them changing so much is, right? Please tell me I'm wrong

Lance appearing like a selfish cunt is Alec's fault (he tried) but he really ended up being a selfless softie because his heart is like his daddy's and papa's

I just need to see that scene with Other Max finding Other David after he ran away (it's haunting me😭) but also I'm sure it changed him a lot and maybe it was something Max had to go through here too but didn't?

Even if time travel is real, you can’t change the past…You can only manipulate the past to change the future. : Finally starting to make some sense of time travel, which just makes me even more scared,I don't know how that's possible at this point

Cute flashback:Theia squealing when she saw Lance when she was a kid, adorable-Theia that's your future husband hunny (because he'll survive)

Madeleine and Joseph:a very good choice for the "It" couple of idris. Theia and Kincaid? Absolutely not, what's wrong with that country?

Madeleine saying she's grateful she said goodbye to her parents and knowing she didn't with Joseph hurts

David had held him that night and whispered to him in the darkness. “You love so much that I sometimes forget there are those who don’t even like me.”: I knew that quote would hurt, and I was right

I will be ignoring all the angst with the trial because my brain hasn't processed yet and I would like to preserve the shreds of sanity I have left thank you very much

Could Arthur's dreams play a major role? Them coming true like Magnus' if they both have a thing with dreams? And Arthur "manifesting" is part of that?

Is the reason Arcaid isn't canon the fact that Kincaid'd existence maybe isn't canon? Since it happened because of Other Max?

Let's talk about Arthur's birth and Selena in other timeline👀

Patiently waiting for Max to kick Lance's ass for pretending to hate David

Random thought but in Arthur chapter it says David's getting sick in winter, is that like Magnus got sick because winter triggered his depression? Or is it because of Lance's birthday?

I feel like what Jackson told Lance in IALS "You're very close to becoming the villan of this story" will turn into a line that will be very important in LBAF

Is Cami close with Camilla?

Not Cami thinking shadowhunters are the superior race:damn who raised this girl?

Yes Cami Theia wants to go to her travel year for a boy-no Cami it's not Kincaid, what happened to parabatais communicating?

Theia wants to get laid Cami. And help obviously-but also get laid. I'm liking Theia more and more

Will Cami think Lance is exploiting Theia when she finds out?

At first I didn't like the idea of Cami going to New York but I couldn't tell why? And then she went all I'll find the entrance to the Pandemonium and that's not good. Thank God Max knows what she's up to

Joan drawing good runes goes to the list of things that will potentially turn into a big thing👀

I was today years old when I realised that LBAF 6 ends on Lance's bday. This is not good. Not good. Not good.

I will stop now because this is again getting very very big. And to no one's surprise I have even more notes, but I will share those another time😅

Also this song reminded me of Blackbane and I really love it: Valentine by Maneskin (Maneskin have a very Blackbane vibe I think👀) Love ya, I really really hope you get better soon🌼

First things first. Maneskin is one of Lance's fave band (and mine lmao). AND VALENTINE IS VERY BLACKBANE FOR SURE. In fact, every lbaf playlist has an important Maneskin song for an important scene. I'll keep the one LBAF 6 to myself for now hehehe.

Let's dive innnnn.

I'm legally not allowed to comment on this. But in my mind mavid is one of those couples who doesn't have a perfect life. Every life (like IALS, FMF, LBAF) has a lot of pain for them to get through as a couple and that's one of their things. It's part of their story. As one of them said (or is yet to say), it's not about living a good life, but just living a one, even a bad one, with you.

these lightwood-banes boys will be death of me sigh

Unfortunately not part of the fic but if inspiration strikes who is to say...(maybe you can give it a shot!)

I can safely say that figuring out the time travel nuances for this fic has broken my brain :)

BABY BLACKBANE OMG? THE CUTEST-

Tincaid or Keia sounds CURSED.

Yeah. I wrote that whole thing in just because it hurt so good ngl.

Mavid angst >>>

Council trials are a different kind of trauma bro seriously

Maybe they can speak to each other in their dreams 👀

Kincaid's existence definitely isn't canon, meaning he doesn't exist in every world - or even fic. Here's some angst for you. He doesn't exist in FMF.

Not very different at all actually. At least, not in any important way - I THINK. Except that I'd say Selena, Max and a couple of other family members must have played a big role in convincing Other David to have the second kid because Other Max wasn't there to do it.

Same. REALLY. Same.

It's both. It's also all the memories associated with Lance's birth itself, not just his birthday/prophecy trigger.

Yes! We are yet to see some of these dynamics. Camila is closest to Cami and Atlas :)

The Clave :/ (but in all honestly, as we are yet to explore, Cami is exact the kind of person that will come out if you are raised in the capital city of your government and grew up in a government building constantly surrounded by politicians and your president father. Unlike Rafael, who actually had a much rounded upbringing, Cami grew up in Idris. It has influenced her personality a lot)

Parabatais communicating? Since when? Never heard of that before.

She knows what she wants and I say good for her. Also damn these blackthorns are such hoes.

I mean she's already kind of thinking it (in the latest chapter she wonders if lance only helped theia/kelpies to manipulate the clave etc)

Cami going to New York is the best that ever happened to her - and for many other people hehehe.

Ohhhhhhh?

What do you mean it ends on Lance's birthday?...Am I missing something 👀

Thank you for all the thoughts. They really made my day - which was otherwise not so good. I really really hope I will get better soon too because I have plans for 2024 and they need me to do some work hehe.

Love you 💜

#lbaf

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A List of Things To Come

*a long post*

I was on hiatus for about 5 years, but I think it's worth the risk of coming back. These are some thoughts and hot takes I've had since then up to now. My professional life is busy, but when I have the time, I'll share. Anyone interested?

Here's a preview, categorized by fandom:

A Song of Ice and Fire:

For asoiaf canon, I’ll speculate on what Jon and Val could have been, and what they could have had together, if he had not kicked the bucket. I’ll also contrast it with Jon's dreams of a life with her, and why he put the torch to it. :( Because of the root of her dislike of Mel and Shireen, I figure she will not be pleased with un-Jon.

Game of Thrones:

In GoT canon, Jon did not love Dany as much as the script suggested he would. In fact, they both failed to take responsibility for the other person. I haven't seen anyone make a statement like this before. (The PTSD is real.) But fic writers did pick up on this and tried to fix it in canon compliant stories, with a lot of success.

Supernatural:

In Supernatural s12-s14, Mary should have found her sons to be way more weird, specifically with each other. But given what we see of her in s6, her characterization is consistent. She would have, and did, ignore the red flags for an idea of family.

I’ll share approving thoughts on Sam and Dean's relationship in the final seasons, disapproving thoughts on the final season of Supernatural, and how I speculated it would either go Gencest or Destiel. We know what happened. No one walked away happy and I think the fandom was all the better for it.

Destiel is not canon. It only became a one-sided love confession. (I know there's a lot of speculation on what happened b/w the studio, the writer's room and the post-production team. Idc. Not gonna touch it.) Thoughts on how I think SPN could have made Destiel go 100% canon involve tweaking the execution and balancing out the themes of Sam and Eileen's love story, the big bad plot, and Dean and Cas's 'love' story.

Outlander:

Outlander (show-only) thoughts, foremost on Roger Mackenzie. He has vexed me from the first time he appeared on screen. I love him dearly, but he vexes me, for how he consistently affects the plot and how that defines his role among the main cast. Later on, I'll run through my favorite moments, episodes and narrative arcs.

Miscellaneous:

I'll share a list of favorite ship-centric fics I've collected over many, many, many years. (Gotta be over 10 years' worth). Along with blurbs that explain my recommendation in a non-spoilery way. Fandoms include: Harry Potter, LOTR, Supernatural, The Walking Dead, ASOIAF, Game of Thrones, Star Wars (Sequel Trilogy), The Flash, Shadowhunters [look away book fans <3], Hannibal (show-only).

I'll also post drafts of fics I never got right and never finished. Mostly GoT-canon divergent Jon/Dany fics.

Most importantly, some very dear friends have encouraged me to vent and hype up my Jonerys fic series "We Could Live Together" as I write it. It's GoT-canon divergent, but I alter some of what occurred before 6x09. Then the story re-enters book territory and moves toward ADOS conclusions. I'd also love to break down and discuss songs from the playlists when it strikes me.

This is the summary of Part 1, "A Long Way Home" (published):

After the Battle for Winterfell, Jon was captured by Bolton men then later found by Daenerys not far from Dragonstone. Their meeting blossoms into the most honest love--until Jon suddenly leaves for Winterfell, only to return to Dragonstone months later with more terrifying tales of dead men and Winter storms. When Daenerys chooses to send her armies north to fight the dead, all is certain but the matter of their bond. After the pain they'd endured, can they come together again? Or will separation be too powerful to overcome? *or* A romantic tale of choice and second chances.

This is the summary of Part 2, "Awake For Ever In Sweet Unrest" (in-progress and unpublished):

Winter has come and further fractured the realm. Yet Jon and Daenerys's betrothal and alliance is well known throughout the Seven Kingdoms. The secret that threatened to break them has made their love stronger, casting a fragrance of hope that draws to the last Targaryens all who seek refuge from political turmoil. Cersei Lannister has fled King's Landing in favor of establishing a bank in Lannisport, to guard against her deposition by the Iron Bank. Euron Greyjoy has set up a naval blockade at Oldtown, yet manages to beguile the Hightowers. And Walder Frey's sundown years threaten to pull his House into a civil war. From the Wall, Jon and Daenerys begin to wage war on the Others. Yet the age of wonder and terror, of gods and heroes, leads them and their enemies in the least expected ways. It begs the question: does all happen the way it must? *or* A romantic telling of the new War for the Dawn.

This is what I've been doing the past few years: working, (dating lol), re-reading the books and joining theory discussions on other sites. What touched my heart was readers asking for me to continue the fic series. Even as I considered it, I was conflicted. Since the show and book canon are so enmeshed, I think we were really vulnerable to being whipped and scored by D&D. But we all found ways to lick our wounds. I'm grateful we were able to become closer and stronger. I'm glad to be a part of it.

So that's my preview. If you've read this far, thank you. <3

There's more to come.

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imherongraystairstrash · 1 year

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you’re fics are my fav and im feeling absolutely empty after chot so im BEGGING for a charlotte and matthew fic…literally anything i would read about them sitting in silence at this point im desperate

Ahh thank you so much! I'm so honored that you enjoy my fics so much <3

I'm sorry it took me a while to finish the fic, I had a bunch of random ideas and I had to figure out how to thread them together, but I'm happy to finally present this fic to you and I hope it helps mend your heart, just a tiny bit :)

**Major CHOT spoilers; Don't read this if you haven't finished Chain of thorns!!***

Open your heart

"What happens when people open their hearts? They get better."

-Haruki Murakami

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It felt strange sleeping in his old house with his parents again, but Matthew couldn’t bring himself to sleep in his flat alone.

No. Matthew couldn’t sleep in his flat alone. He’d realized this at Kit’s funeral when the sudden realization of Christopher’s death had finally sunk. Before, with all of the trouble Belial had stirred up, there hadn’t been time to mourn. To truly process what had happened; Matthew and James were in literal Hell, trying to find a way to save their world. To save their loved ones.

But, on that cold winter’s day, dressed in all white, the sudden wave of pain threatened to suffocate him. Matthew realized that he would never see Christopher again. Kit, who had been a friend since before Matthew could remember. Matthew didn’t know how to live in a world where Kit wasn’t there, in constant need of supervision and protection. Memories flooded his brain, memories of Christopher collected by Matthew throughout the sixteen years they had known each other.

Matthew felt his world crashing before him. His palms began to sweat, despite the cold, as he watched the fire rise high. Suddenly, he felt his mother’s hand find his own. She held it tightly as they both watched the pyre burn.

“Come stay with us for a while, Matthew.” She whispered. “Just until you’ve had time to grieve, if you’d like. But I’m worried for you, and I want to be able to help you.”

Matthew thought of James and Thomas. He knew that if he stayed by himself in his flat, his friends would want to help and stay with him so that he could slowly stop drinking. But he didn’t think that was fair to them, especially since they were greatly suffering as well.

So Matthew nodded, leaning towards his mother, ever so slightly, as if she might protect him from the pain he felt in his heart.

Since then, Matthew was slowly remembering what it was like to let himself be loved. After telling his parents his secret, he felt like an enormous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Of course, he still felt guilt over what he’d done to his unborn sister; he didn’t think there would ever be a day in which he didn’t feel that pressing guilt on his conscience. But knowing that his parents still loved him, even after he’d told them what he’d done, made it easier to start forgiving himself. Moreover, getting through every day was significantly easier: he’d train with James and Thomas, spend time watching Henry work in his crypt, help him mother with daily tasks, even though she kept insisting that just because she was pregnant, it didn’t mean she was incapable of doing something as simple as going down the stairs.

“Might I remind you that I fought in the Clockwork war while I was pregnant with Charles,” Charlotte said, throwing Matthew a fond look.

“And might I remind you how he turned out.” Matthew pointed out.

Charlotte scowled, “Don’t be cruel towards your brother.”

Matthew should have known that if his mother could still love Charles, despite all of his flaws, she would have loved him, even after she found out about his secret.

Tonight, however, Matthew was not all right. He’d been laying in his bed when all of a sudden he’d begun feeling as if he were suffocating. He’d thrown open the window, breathing in the icy winter air in between gasps. He stood there until he was shivering and covered in goosebumps. Even then, he still felt destabilized. He looked around his room, dread filling his lungs. It seemed his mind wouldn’t stop replaying every horrible memory he’d ever experienced. He was drowning in the past, each image coming sharper than the last. He wanted nothing more than to drink and numb the pain. To make it fuzzy and unrecognizable so that he could tolerate it. Matthew squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw tightly as if he could shut the world out if he tried hard enough. He ground his teeth together so tightly he felt his jaw crack.

Suddenly, he felt a soft tuft of hair on his fingers. Matthew opened his eyes to find Oscar, who had been laying in Matthew’s bed, beside him. As he looked at Matthew with his big round eyes, he managed to calm the boy down, just enough for Matthew to slowly make his way to the parlor.

Matthew sunk down on the couch, Oscar laying down by his feet. Matthew already felt calmer at the change of scenery, no matter how small that wave of calm was. He leaned over, letting his head hang as he rested his elbows on his knees.

You don’t need to drink, he told himself. You’re all right. You do not need to drink.

Matthew clenched his fists, feeling the bite of his nails against the sensitive skin of his palm, hoping that the pain was enough to bring him back down to earth.

Matthew clenched his fists even harder, digging his nails deeper into his palms when he heard a thumping sound—Oscar tail wagging against the wooden floor—accompanied by light footsteps sounding from the hall. Matthew looked up to find Charlotte standing by the doorway, a hand resting lightly on her lower abdomen, her face worried.

“Matthew,” She said, making her way towards him. “Are you all right?”

He heard her gasp as she put her hands over his arms. “Matthew, Matthew darling, stop.” He could hear the desperation in her voice as she begged him to stop, to unclench his fists. Matthew looked down and saw that his hands were full of blood. Slowly, he opened his fists, looking at the blood caked under his nails and at the deep grooves they left behind on his palms.

He was vaguely aware of his mother taking his head on her arms, holding him tightly as she whispered words of endearment in his ear. He knew she was crying from the slight tremors in her voice and the occasional soft droplets weight that fell on his hair, which he knew were teardrops. Charlotte pulled away slightly, holding his face in both of her hands. It was strange to see his mother with tears in her eyes; she hated crying in front of others.

“Darling, why would you do that?” She asked, her voice cracking.

Matthew shrugged, even though his eyes were full of tears. He tried to turn his face away from her so that she wouldn’t see him crying, but Charlotte only sat beside him and put a hand on his back, knowing perfectly well that something was bothering him.

“What’s the matter, darling?”

A single tear slipped away from Matthew, which was a catalyst of sorts for an entire waterfall of tears to flow. Charlotte put her soothing arms around him and he clung to them as if he were a child again, his tears came in large waves that pulled at his heart. He didn’t want to get his blood on his mother’s nightgown, so he kept his hands in front of him, his wrists on his knees.

“It’s difficult, Mama,” he said finally, “It’s so incredibly difficult to stop. All these years I’d been running away from my pain by drinking and now I have to confront them and it’s harder than I could have possibly imagined. But I know I owe it to Christopher, to Jamie and Thomas, to you and Papa to stop and—”

Charlotte pulled away, grabbing hold of Matthew’s head in between both of her hands. “Matthew, you owe it to nobody but yourself. You deserve to be loved. You can do things because you want to be healthy, not because you want to please others.” She kissed his forehead. “I wish you thought yourself deserving of happiness.”

Matthew bit his lip. “Kit also deserved happiness. And instead, he’s gone.” Matthew wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. “It’s not fair, Mama,” He said in between tears, “He didn’t deserve to die. He had so much to live for.”

“I know, darling,” She said, rubbing circles into his back, “Nobody should die so young. And no mother should have to bury her child. But if there’s one thing I will never forget about Christopher is that he was always happy.” Charlotte said to a watery smile, “It was infectious really. He reminded me a lot of your father.”

Matthew nodded, putting his head on her shoulder.

“Christopher lived a full life, Matthew. He did everything he had set out to do and, unfortunately for us, the Angel decided that that was enough, that his life’s purpose was fulfilled and that now he could rest both his mind and spirit.”

Matthew huffed a laugh, “Kit is incapable of resting his mind.”

Charlotte smiled, “His form of resting is by learning. And he’s slowly discovering the secrets of the universe, I’m sure. We can only learn so much on Earth. Imagine all that he must be learning in the afterlife.”

Matthew managed a wobbly smile. “He’s probably jumping out of his skin at some rainbow fungi he found somewhere.”

Charlotte laughed. “And in between each of his discoveries, he’s probably watching over us.”

Matthew turned to look at his mother, and smiled at her. Charlotte’s eyes softened and she pressed a long, soft kiss on his forehead.

“Stay here, darling,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”

…

Charlotte rushed to get a water basin, a clean rag and a stele. She relaxed when she saw that Matthew was still in the parlor, smiling softly at a sleeping Oscar. She quickly set everything down and wet the rag. She sat down beside Matthew once more and motioned for him to give her one of his hands.

As delicately as she could, Charlotte began cleaning away the dried blood caked on his hands. Matthew winced as she dabbed as lightly as possible over his wounds from where the blood had come from.

Once she finished with his left hand, she rinsed the rag in the basin before starting on the other.

Matthew watched her placidly as she cleaned, his expression blank.

“All done,” Charlotte said, setting the rag in the basin and reaching for her stele. She drew up Matthew’s sleeve, trying not to despair over how thin he’d gone these past few weeks due to his alcohol withdrawal.

She was about to draw an iratze rune when she suddenly froze. Across Matthew’s arm there were thousands of tiny scars, many of them overlapping. She glanced up at her son in surprise. Matthew, confused, looked down at his arm, catching sight of what caused Charlotte’s reaction.

“Oh,” he said, as Charlotte ran the tips of her fingers over the new scars that trailed up Matthew’s arms. “Those are new.”

“When did this happen?” She asked, her voice coming out soft. The unasked question hung in the air between them: did you do this to yourself?

Matthew shook his head, even though Charlotte didn’t ask a yes of no question.

“I got them in Edom,” he said. “James was trying to heal me.”

Charlotte put a hand on his cheek. “From what?”

Matthew told her, each word piercing Charlotte’s heart like a million little needles.

Matthew seemed to notice this. “You don’t have to worry, Mama,” He said, “I’m getting better.”

Charlotte looked down and drew two quick but careful iratzes on his forearm. “I know, darling. But I’ll always worry, for I love you.” She finished off the iratzes and kissed Matthew’s cheek. “And because that is simple what mothers do.”

She stood and straightened her nightgown. “Now then, I think it’s high time we go to bed.” She held her hand out to Matthew and smiled at him when he took it.

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zoyalannister · 9 months

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Gracetopher week 2023, day 3: Fic day

So, as already anticipated, the first half of Endless Sunlight, Chapter 1. I remind you that I had to cut it short because there are elements that could cost me the ban, but obviously on Ao3 you will find the whole chapter uncensored.

Arc I: Captive

Chapter 1

Grace put her backpack down and cautiously got close to the window. In the moonlight she could see that the road was clear.

She finally conceded herself the luxury of relaxing.

Grace didn’t know exactly how much time had passed since she arrived in Thule, but she had a very good idea. She’d counted all the times she got her courses, and it was up to thirty-nine.

Which meant she'd spent about three years in that Raziel-forsaken dimension.

A part of her was proud: she survived Christopher's minions–and the man himself–for three years, while he apparently expected to kill her off easily.

Another part was just exhausted: living three years on the run, always scared that Christopher’s servants may find her was just draining, both physically and mentally.

Grace could feel that this life changed more than she was ready to admit.

Back in the Institute of her own dimension, when she used to train with Sophie or Cecily, she knew that neither woman meant any harm, and that the worst that could come out of those sessions was going back home with her muscle aching and bruises on her porcelain skin.

Instead, the wrong move when fighting the men and women hunting her meant certain death.

Also, back in her world, Grace had only fought the Watchers and demons. Killing them hadn’t been too hard–mentally, speaking at least. But since she arrived in this world, she'd had to kill at least fifteen people.

Grace could only sleep the night repeating herself that it was her or them.

She took another look out of the window, guided by the paranoia she’d developed by the chase started by that wicked version of Christopher, and thankfully no one was there yet. She grabbed her backpack and emptied it.

Three steles, seven throwing knives, a dagger, a few empty vials and some material she scavenged in the last few days, without counting the ones she used to set up traps downstairs. Grace started mixing the compounds in the vials and she saw the solutions changing color.

She had explosives to survive this night, if someone came looking for her.

The bigger problem was that she'd finished her food the night before and she couldn’t find anything all day. Now it was too risky leaving her shelter, so she would just ignore her hunger until she found something else.

She took a flask that she stole about four months ago from a mundane house and she drank a sip of whiskey. The cold wasn’t so unbearable anymore.

It had become a kind of tradition, since the day she found the flask was about her twenty-second birthday, and she cheered with herself raising it and conceding herself a long sip of alcohol.

(Actually she didn’t know how precise her count was, and as far as Grace knew, it could have been well past three weeks after her birthday).

Whiskey was good against the cold, which turned out to be good since that winter the temperature seemed to go even lower than the other years Grace spent in Thule. She never risked drinking too much, since it had happened that Christopher's servant had found her improvised shelters during the night, and the last thing she wanted was being unable to fight back because she was too drunk.

Grace took a deep breath.

Unfortunately, her informations were still limited. She had to keep herself alive, so finding out why Christopher had turned out to be that monster wasn’t on her priority list.

But she could say with relative certainty that Christopher was the only Shadowhunter in London. Mundanes referred to him as the Shadowhunter, and when Grace went to the Institute to retrieve some weapon supply, about six months after her arrival in Thule, she found it eerily deserted, the only noise the echo of her steps.

She’d never had too much time to think about it, but she hoped they were in Idris. The alternative was so disturbing that she refused to even think about it.

Grace chased the thoughts away and lied down onto the floor, covering herself with the windbreaker she had when she arrived in Thule–that now was ruined and torn. She would sleep for three hours, then she would draw an Energy rune and she would run again to find another abandoned house or to seek refuge at some mundane's place.

Grace closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep–

A noise.

She bolted up.

They found her already. Grace cursed silently as she drew runes of Speed, Swiftness and Strength on her arm. At the last moment, she decided to add a Balance rune at her ankles as the first scream reached her.

Someone fell for her trap. Grace grabbed the explosives and got herself ready. As the door was opened, she threw it. The mundane yelled in pain as the explosion got him in flames.

She understood it would be over soon because there were too many. This time, their master wanted to be sure to kill her. Grace threw more explosives, they all avoided them and at some point she was reached by his voice.

“Give up, you can’t run now.”

A shiver of terror went down her spine.

Christopher came into the room, more imposing than he’d ever been as a teenager. His beautiful violet eyes were filled with hatred and dark amusement, his mouth bent in a wicked grin.

Grace would have never thought about describing Christopher as terrifying, but the man in front of her couldn't have been defined in any other way.

He was holding his sword, several shades darker than normal steel, and pointed it her at her throat.

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cecexwrites · 11 months

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My name is Cecily, but you can call me Cece. I'm in my 30's and I primarily write fanfiction. I do have a large original project in the works though.

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My Current Focus(es)

Small Town Paranormal

An Original Universe

Witches and Werewolves, Vampires and Demons- all hidden in plain sight. From a supernatural sanctuary created by a vampire to a college for witches. Small Town Paranormal is a series of stories all connected by their shared universe

Prince of Wrath

A Blaise Zabini Fanfiction

Torn apart four years ago by the impending war, the Zabini's and Fawleys reunite for an old family holiday tradition- an entire summer on a Grecian Island. Pushed together for the first time in year, Blaise and Reid Fawley have to learn to navigate their new circumstances. Not to mention her boyfriend, his memories from the Battle of Hogwarts and a past mistake coming back to haunt them

OC(s): Reid Fawley (Jessica Alexander) Tate Fawley (Luke Eisner)

Story Masterpost

Nevermore

A Rabastan Lestrange Fanfiction

Merit Vander Wende hates me.

A fact she's never kept secret, but when her darling fiancé crossed me he all but signed her death warrant.

Merit might hate me, but she will be mine.

OC(s): Rhiannon Lestrange (Sydney Sweeney) Merit Vander Wende (Rachel Zegler)

Coven Wars

A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

TBA

Wasting Time with Rabbits

A Disney Descendants Fanfiction

Once upon a time, King Adam declared an end to the darkness. He sent the Villains to the isle and magic became obsolete. Twenty years later, his son is ready to make things right by bringing over the children of the Villains he banished. Including the daughter of his father's greatest enemy, Gaston. Galston is just looking for a good time. She definitely didn't mean to be the catalyst for a war decades in the making

OC(s): Galston Legume (Kaia Gerber) Cedrick Facilier (Luka Sabbat) Quinn Queen (Rachel Zegler) Aleksander Westergaard (Danny Griffin) Winter White (Matt Cornett)

Red Riding Hood

A Disney Descendants Fanfiction

All her life Scarlett's been stalked by The Wolf. Always looking over her shoulder, terrified of the dark. After the death of her only protector, Auradon is her only hope. Fate has no hold on her.

OC(s): Scarlett Edon (Maia Mitchell)

Beyond the Star and By The Angel

A Shadowhunters Fanfiction

It all started with the Academy. When the Academy finally opened it's doors to warlocks, Max Lightwood-Bane was the first to jump in, alongside his older brother, of course. Neither of them had any idea that when meeting Romy Thornhill they would be meeting the woman who would change all their lives forever. (part of the Angels and Demons Series)

OC(s): Rowena 'Romy' Thornhill (Meg Donnelly)

Swing for the Fences

A Sandlot/Stranger Things Crossover Fanfiction

The summer of 1962: Scott Smalls and Benny Rodriguez along with their baseball crew did the impossible, they rescued their ball from The Beast. Cementing their friendship for until the end of time.

November 1983: Scott Smalls is getting a divorce, living in Hawkins Indiana with his two kids. The day his best friend Benny, and Benny's daughter, move to Hawkins to help him with the transition to single parenthood, Will Byers- Scott's daughter's best friend- goes missing and the mystery of Hawkins beings to unravel.

OC(s): Lou Rodriguez (Jenna Ortega), Emma Smalls (Mckenna Grace), Phillip Smalls (Walker Scobell), Charlie Baker (Felix Mallard)

Read it on: AO3

My Finished Stories

Prince of Ruin

A Theodore Nott Fanfiction

Once upon a time, long long ago, The Nott family and The Selwyns were the closest of friends. Two families who loved each other with their entire souls. Did I mention that was a long long time ago? Now, Theodore Nott can't stand the Selwyn Twins, especially the loud and rude Cordelia Selwyn. However after a incident of revenge gone wrong, Theodore finds himself stuck with the woman, until death do they part (Part one of The Serpents Club)

OC(s): Cordelia Selwyn (Model fc is Vika Bronova, actress fc is Odeya Rush), Bastian Selwyn (Model Fc is Alessandro Dellisola, Actor fc is tentatively Tanner Buchanan) Story Masterpost

#writeblr #intro #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #disney descendants fanfiction #shadowhunters fanfiction #original fiction

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alexanderlightweight · 11 months

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How about like a post winter soldier-ification. So someone got a hold of Alec to make him into the perfect weapon. So the finding and healing after the fact?

Uh… this is definitely sort of like that. It’s based on the prompt I just… it went places

:) I hope you enjoy!

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“I know you have a weapon, stolen from the clave.” Clarissa says, eager as she finally explains why the young, apparently runed shadowhunter gets to her point. She’d cornered Magnus in a club, her blonde scowling bodyguard scowling at her side.

Magnus accepted only to get information and now he finds that he has gained quite a bit.

After all, he didn’t know the clave was still spouting those lies.

“I stole nothing from the clave.” Magnus hisses and any goodwill he had for the little girl he remembers allowing to hide with her mother in his territory is gone. “I took back something they stole from me and what I took was not a weapon, Clarissa Fray.”

“But it was something that can help! Whatever it is! It’s powerful enough that even the Inquisitor wants it!”

Magnus doesn’t hesitate to lift her by the neck, magic circling around her neck.

“Who told you to come here?” Magnus demands, his magic flaring as he demands the truth.

“Isabelle Lightwood!” Clarissa gasps out, “she's the weapons specialist of the Iron Sisters, she said to come and ask you for help. When we asked Jace’s grandmother about you, she told us you’d stolen a weapon.”

“So it only took Isabelle forty-three years to betray us.” Magnus sneers and he laughs, bitter and bold as his magic flexes, threatening to crush Carissa’s larynx.

Blondie is still unconscious in the foyer and Magnus laughs, because Clarissa is struggling and she looks betrayed.

She can never feel as betrayed as Magnus has and does.

“When you see Isabelle Lightwood next, remind her of what happened the last time she spoke without thinking. She seems to have forgotten

“My darling Alexander.” Magnus murmurs longingly as he traces the smooth plane of Alexander’s face. He presses his lips to Alexander’s brow and then slowly lets his magic wake his love up.

“Magnus?” His perfect, amazing boy asks, voice hoarse with days upon days of forced sleep. “It’s morning?”

Magnus always wakes his darling at night, easing him back to their world in the time they know the best.

“Alexander.” Magnus breathes out, letting the cold facade he’s worn for nearly half a century melt away. “Beloved, say my name again?”

“Magnus—“ Alexander whispers immediately and he reaches out, fingers trembling as they clutch Magnus' skin.

“Isabelle betrayed us.” Magnus whispers and Alexander stiffens in his arms, “the clave sent hunters sniffing around for a weapon. We need to speed it up darling.”

“You said no, last time. That you wouldn’t do it.”

“I did.” Magnus whispers because he'd rather only have Alexander for a single day a year than risk losing him or even put him through more pain. However, he also will not allow the clave to think they can claim Alexander as a weapon.

Magnus has hoarded and protected his rightfully claimed treasure for decades now. He will not let the clave think they can still what they consider a relic for him, not when their supposed weapon is the love of his life.

“I’ve reconsidered.” Is all Magnus will say, because he will cause Alexander pain if it means keeping him. “I’ll contact Ragnor and Catarina, let them know I’ll need them. The Labyrinth is ready, I’ve paid to keep a warded wing ready at all times for our use.”

Alexander gives him a weak smile as he leans away, yawning as he blinks away sleep.

“I won’t have long, this time.” He warns and Magnus can feel the ache in his voice.

“I know—“ Magnus whispers because he can feel the angelic horror twining around his love’s soul. The pain Magnus already feels.

The same pain that led to Magnus slaughtering an entire coven of vampires.

And perchance, as Magnus tries new arrays and rituals, a few warlocks who annoy him disappear.

Perhaps a dozen or so werewolves disappear during the super moons and eclipses disappear.

The seelie queen has lost a few hundred of her subjects, payment for her many missteps.

One of which cost Magnus dearly. He plucks them over the years, the power of their immortal lives helping him subjugate the angelic curse into submission.

And of course, any nephilim who stray into any traps Magnus lays are harvested.

For nothing can compare to the being Magnus currently holds between his palms.

He kisses Alexander, unable to resist him a moment longer and they share breath and caresses for rare, soft luxurious moments.

Until Alexander starts to stiffen against him and Magnus pulls away, spell already on his lips as Alexander’s eyes turn a cold unfeeling, unthinking blue.

As Alexander fades to a body containing too much angelic core for a personality to survive.

“Rest, my heart.” Magnus soothes quietly as his magic catches and puts Alexander to sleep. “I’ll protect you till you wake, my Alexander.”

#lumine writes #writing wednesdays #writing Wednesday #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #immortal husbands #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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junemermaid · 1 month

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10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

I was tagged by @vaynglories and @faejilly so here goes—

Mu Nihuang (Nirvana in Fire) — honourable mention to Xiao Jingyan, who is right beside her as the Goodest of Boys but also, sometimes the woman is the blorbo and there's nothing you can do about it

Magnus Bane (Shadowhunters)

Yuna (Final Fantasy X)

Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate 3)

Cassandra Pentaghast (Dragon Age: Inquisition)

Li Lianhua (Mysterious Lotus Casebook) — narrowly beating his two boyfriends because I love all of them and could barely choose

Kiem Tegnar (Winter's Orbit)

Glorian Berethnet (A Day of Fallen Night)

Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb series)

Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium)

Yeah, these are not necessarily my favourite characters but they all hold my attention to an unreasonable degree? That is to say, there is something blorboesque about them.

I've seen this meme go around so not tagging anyone anymore, but if you see this and want to claim my tag, please go ahead! I will take the blame! <3

#meme #june does a meme #meme me #fandom #favourite characters of a sort

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boredfangirl16 · 2 years

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Alastember: Charles headcanons

-During the winter break of Alastair’s first year at the Shadowhunter Academy, his family went to a party where the Lightwoods, Herondales, and Fairchilds were all in attendance. Alastair was sulking in the back of the room when he was approached by Charles. It was the first time anyone sought him out to do anything, but insult them. They spoke for an hour or two that evening and planned to write to each other.

-Alastair was absolutely thrilled at the prospect of a friend even if he was at first wary and wrote half a dozen drafts of his first letter to the other man. He did it in the wee hours of the night, so that his roommate wouldn’t know and weaponize it against him. He sent it and didn’t get a response for two weeks. He started to think he really was just a fool until a response finally came. They wrote to each other the rest of that year and the next.

-While Charles never directly knew what happened to Alastair at the Academy, he put ideas of how the world worked into the younger boy’s mind. He spoke of how people needed to owe him and fear him, to gain their respect. In fact, he was the one to gift Alastair, The Prince.

-During the summer that Cordelia stayed with James due to his sickness, Alastair was supposedly with Pounceby, but he was really only there for half of the time. He spent the rest with Charles in one of the Fairchild residences that wasn’t used in Idris. It was there, that their friendship became something more. Alastair stopped them from doing anything more than kissing.

-Later on, he was invited to do his travel year in Paris with Charles as the head of the Institute. Alastair has been so excited to get to spend a whole year with his boyfriend. The first day he was there, he was given a ornate dagger from the man. In fact, he was often given expensive gifts especially when they were in a fight. But Alastair believed that he was in love. Everything seemed to be perfect in the world when he was with Charles.

-He spent the year either in the Institute, on patrol, or in Charles’s secret apartment. Of course except for the one day he met Thomas. He spent every morning training, the afternoons on patrol, and the evenings at the apartment. He would have to leave in the dead of night, so that there wasn’t any suspicion raised. At first it was exhilarating to be kept as a secret. It was exhilarating to have sex with the son of the Consul, when he was absolutely no one. Alastair was his and he was Alastair’s. That was until Charles announced his engagement to Ariadne.

-Alastair was so mad at him, that he nearly broke things off. It wasn’t until Charles guilted and belittled him that he decided to stay. After all, without Charles he had nothing. They both knew that. So he stayed.

-Moving to London seemed like a good thing for the sole reason that Alastair could spend more time with his boyfriend. It was the only reason he didn’t adamantly protest the move. He thought that things might have been different and that Charles might’ve wanted him as more than a body to fuck and a mouth to spew his praise, but he was wrong. Yet he had nothing else. It wasn’t until Cordelia told him he deserved better that it had ever crossed his mind.

-After the events of CoI, Alastair went back to Charles. There was a time when he thought he might’ve deserved more, but he now knew it wasn’t true. Thomas was far too good for him and some love was better than none. Besides, Charles treated him a little better. He no longer had to leave late at night or sneak in through the back door. It was what Alastair deserved. He wasn’t meant to be loved unconditionally, he was not a good person. At least that’s what he believed.

@alastair-appreciation-month

#alastair carstairs #charles fairchild #alastair x charles #Anti-Charles #chain of thorns #alastember 2022 #alastember #tlh #the last hours

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oswlld · 1 year

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Eight (8) Shows to Get to Know Me

tagged by @talays-portkey ♥ ty for tagging me and having me walk down memory lane for the past few days (spent too much time in all the tags microdosing on my upbringing)

DISCLAIMER: i wanted to showcase defining eras in my life/made an impact in a substantial way; i’m also recommending an ep to watch with each one, which isn’t part of the tag format but imma do it

i. LOST (2004-2010)

this was my whole world for my entire hs existence and into my early college years. half of the shows listed here stems from my first love of the ensemble cast, their interwoven yet clandestine storylines, and the mystery box. at my first sdcc, half of the cast was present when they debuted p1 of the series finale (you’d think i was dead the whole time fksfsk;lv)

the jessi special: The Constant (04x05)

ii. Fringe (2008-2013)

yes, i faithfully followed jj abrams into another insane show. i think it actually altered my brain chemistry, rewired something in me, devoured a piece of me. once LOST was over and Fringe brought in the alternate universe, i dove in head first and never resurfaced

the jessi special: Making Angels (04x11)

iii. Doctor Who (2005-Present)

i think it was technically winter 2010 when i started binging this show because s6 was my first time catching it live (was young and naïve, i caught it on bbca lol) ive been on hellsite for almost two years at the time and fully became a fandom blog, so it was inevitable i would love this series. i think it was the first show i made gifs/edits for???

the jessi special: The Doctor’s Wife (06x04)

iv. Lizzie Bennet Diaries (2012-2013)

oh look, my dna makeup shifts again. i actually started watching this show the week leading up to Darcy Day and can still vividly remember the migraines from binging 8-10min eps times 60ish worth of content. this show got me into writing my first fic, running an rp blog, creating instrumental playlists, making a DWxLBD blog, AND eventually flying my ass back to CA to meet the cast and beloved mutuals at VidCon

the jessi special: A New Buddy (ep56)

v. Orphan Black (2013-2017)

happy international women’s day to this show and this show only! i think of all the shows listed here, this is the first time since LOST i caught all the eps in real time from the very beginning. this was filling the hole Fringe was about to carve deep in me. but if you cut me open, you will find the beth-shaped hole that nothing/no one has been able to fill and likely will never fill til the end of time

the jessi special: The Collapse of Nature (04x01)

vi. Shadowhunters (2016-2019)

im willing to admit that the reason i got into this show was because of the wedding kiss haha i saw the clip, signed the adoption papers on the spot, and went on to write a 100K+ wip series. admittedly, i confess that this was a DNF and never finished the last season... i abandoned my boy.gif

the jessi special: Of Men and Angels (01x06)

vii. Sense8 (2015-2018)

a show about eight children than i gave birth to, that i raised on my own, that i will defend on my death bed and beyond??? that show sense8?? yes that show sense8. fun fact, when they did the screening of the finale in Chicago, the cast ended up sitting three rows behind me in the theater and i could hear them talking in between scenes the entire evening. wish i could bottle that feeling up

the jessi special: I Have No Room in My Heart for Hate (02x07)

viii. Bad Buddy (2021-2022)

and we finally made it to the current decade! its nov 2021, im fresh off leaving my previous job and still getting situated in my new position, yet this show was a siren calling to me in the dark mist of my life. i ended up saving the binge watching for the week of my bday and my whole life shifted again. it must have been so alarming on the outside, seeing me go from making 1-2 edits a month to 1-2 edits a day for almost THREE MONTHS. the fact that i still cont to avg two edits/week since then... oy lol

the jessi special: Ep10 (shocked pikachu.jpg)

and ill also throw some honorable mentions too: Chuck, The Good Place, Vice Versa, Twenty Five Twenty One, Once Upon a Time, and Elementary

now tagging @pranink, @icouldhyperfixatehim, @noxclara, @curious-earth (no pressure tho!)

#tag meme #tagged #this is jessi #i am a tree and these are the most defined rings #the ones people would study and say 'tf happened in this era'#now i feel obligated to make an edit for fringe #its the only show of the eight listed that i have never made something for #made a few LOST edits maybe two remakes ago #theres still some LBD edits in the archive tag #now all the new mutuals since bad buddy ended know me on a molecular level

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myadmiringmind · 2 years

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Pumpkin Carving | Simon Lewis

The Mortal Instruments Masterlist

Summary: Simon and his girlfriend carve pumpkins for Halloween at Clary’s house

Word Count: 2k

Pairing(s): Simon x mortal!girlfriend!Reader Clary x friend!Reader mentions of Clary x Jace

Warnings: Knives, mentions of fights with demons, mentions of stabbing oneself, dizziness

Notes:

Reader is aware of the supernatural

Reader is a mortal but never said to be a mundane

Reader has fought demons before

Simon is a vampire in this

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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My boyfriend is a vampire.

Something I never thought I’d say or truly believe.

But it does seem to add to the aesthetic of fall, or more specifically Halloween.

Halloween is about a week away so Clary brought it upon herself to try and get us all together to do fall activities.

Today we’re carving pumpkins but it seems that only Clary, Simon, and I are in attendance.

When I arrived Clary said something about the shadowhunters being busy with something at the institute and that they might join us later for the movie.

I walked out to the back to see my boyfriend and Luke putting newspapers on the table on the patio.

We’re out at the farmhouse for the weekend, Clary and Simon said it would be the perfect ambiance for fall activities. I couldn’t help but agree now that I’m standing outside.

“Are we sure these aren’t gonna fly away?” Jocelyn Fairchild asked, looking skeptically at the table covered in the newspaper.

“We can always tape them down later. Besides, the pumpkin's weight will keep most of them grounded.” Luke shrugged looking at his fiance

“Oh! Speaking of pumpkins we should probably go get them from the truck.” Clary said rushing back inside

Luke and Jocelyn began to walk after their daughter meeting somewhere in between and wrapping their arms around each other.

Simon made his way over to me pulling me into a quick greeting hug.

It was different hugging Simon after he had turned, I was sure of that but I couldn’t quite remember how it had felt hugging him before he turned. I’m not so sure we hugged at all around that time I quickly realized.

Simon's lips pressed to my forehead and I shivered involuntarily. It was an odd feeling, not unpleasant, just weird.

“How was the drive?” He mumbled, his lips pulling away from my forehead.

He kept one of his arms wrapped around his shoulder as we began walking after our friends.

“Decent.” I shrugged, “I must admit I forgot how beautiful this place was.”

I had been to Lukes farmhouse once before, about a week ago, but it had been nighttime and I hadn’t been there long.

Now, seeing the field of trees and grass in the light of the late afternoon I felt a feeling of peace.

Something that has recently become foreign.

When fighting demons becomes your life you begin to savor this domestic kind of peace. Of something as simple as looking at a pretty view wrapped up in the arms of someone you love.

“Me too. But if you think it’s beautiful now you should see it in the spring, when all the plants are coming back to life after the winter.” Simon replied

My stomach rattled in excitement, something about Simon sharing something he loved with me felt so...lovely? I can’t really find a good word to describe it.

Our relationship is still new, but our feelings have been growing for far longer.

Walking out in the front to where Luke’s truck (and my car as well) is parked on the gravel road.

Clary stood holding a pumpkin wider than her frame, the orange being an odd contrast to her hair.

She looked up at the sound of the door shutting behind us and grinned, “Finally, I thought you guys might’ve gotten lost in the bedroom.”

Simon surely would have flushed if he was still human, and my own cheeks conjured a bit of rosy on them.

“Clary!” Her mother chastised, Luke shook his head disapprovingly but didn’t say anything.

Clary blushed a little bit, seemingly had forgotten her parents were there too.

“Whoops. Sorry.” She said but her grin didn’t fade, and they all knew she wasn’t really sorry.

“Don’t worry Clary, we'll save our antics for bedtime.” I whispered to her once I was close enough

Clary giggled and Simon looked shocked.

He squeezed my arm and sent me a teasing glare.

I responded with a mischievous grin of my own and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

He made a grumble sound of appreciation.

Apparently, Luke and Clary had gotten up early this morning and picked out a bunch of pumpkins from a local market for us to choose from.

Once we picked ours we all headed back out to the patio.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry yours?” Simon asked me once more

I nodded in response just as Clary said, “Don’t worry Simon, you can show her your new found strength later in the bedroom.” This time her voice was hushed to make sure her parents weren’t listening.

Though in the back of my mind I wondered if Luke had heard anyway.

But when I looked over at him he was chatting happily with Jocelyn so he probably wasn’t paying attention to us.

Once we all found our place at the table Luke pulled out a little bin of carving tools and put them in the center.

“I wasn’t able to get any from the store because they were all sold out, so these are the ones from last year that we were able to save. So we’ll all have to share. And Simon you can still bleed so please be careful with that knife.” Luke said, causing all of us to snap our attention to my boyfriend. Who was examining one of the sharper knives.

He looked quite offended to be called out, “What- I wasn’t going to stab myself!”

“You may not have meant to but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t have happened.” Clary muttered causing you to laugh

Simon sent a glare towards both of you but you only giggled in return.

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Turns out fighting demons made it easier to carve a pumpkin.

No one asked for Luke’s assistance (which he seemed to be a little upset by) as we cut the tops of our pumpkins out.

You watched as Simon put his arm into the pumpkin to grab the first handful of pumpkin guts and saw him shiver in disgust.

“I swear it didn’t feel like that last year.” He said

“You're a vampire now.” I respond

“Right.” He muttered

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Sometime later, I walked over towards Simon to borrow one of his knives when I saw him beginning to carve out on the face of the pumpkin.

“You're done scooping out the seeds?” I ask glancing towards the pumpkin so see plenty more of the pumpkins insides still present.

“Yes. Why?” He asked

“Well it's just..” I reached into the pumpkin and pulled out a handful of seeds.

“I’ll get those later.” Simon shrugged

I huffed out a laugh and threw the seeds at my boyfriend, causing him to let out an over exaggerated gasp.

Clary, who had apparently been watching, started to laugh. I giggled before looking at Simon’s face and wondered for a moment if I had gone too far.

Then he looked up and grinned at me, “Oh is that what we’re doing now!” He reached back into the pumpkin and pulled out two handfuls of guts. He threw one at me and the other at Clary.

“Hey!” Clary yelled out in surprise

I only giggled and walked back towards my own pumpkin to gather some of the insides that had piled up beside my pumpkin.

When I looked back up, a handful of seeds and such in both hands, I saw that Clary was smearing some pumpkin guts on Simon’s shirt.

I ran over to help Clary, throwing some of the stuff at Simon’s face. He cried out in disgust and looked towards me.

Realizing what he was about to do I began to try to run backwards but Simon was faster.

He grabbed me around my middle and threw me over his shoulder.

Then I heard Clary shout, “Let her go!”

She was running towards us with more orange guts in her hands.

Simon seemed to have also noticed his best friend because his arms tightened around me as he started running away.

Simon was running at a human pace, I noted.

I couldn’t breathe because of how hard I was laughing as Simon ran in circles with Clary after him shouting things like;

“Put her down and I won’t have to gut you!”

“Simon Lewis I hope you don’t value your hair too much!”

“Once i’m done with you i’m going to enter you into a pumpkin contest you’ll look so orange!”

Eventually Clary caught up with us, but at that point I had been dizzy from being tossed around as Simon ran.

As Clary threw pumpkin guts at Simon, he seemed to be tossing me around even more as he tried not to get hit.

“Okay kids if you want to finish these pumpkins before dark you better go back over here!” Luke called

Simon and Clary seemed to have silently agreed to yield their fight and Simon lowered me to the ground.

I stumbled a little but Simon's arms quickly sought out to help me.

“You okay?” Clary asked me, still out of breath from running and laughing

I nodded but I caught Simon's worried glance, “I’m okay.” I assured him

He smiled apologetically, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I had fun.” I grinned still a little dizzy

“Okay lovebirds.” Clary called out walking back to her parents

“Just because Jace isn’t here doesn’t mean you have to rain on our parade.” Simon called back causing Clary to let out a laugh

Simon kept a steadying arm on my waist as we walked back to the table.

When we got closer I realized that Jocelyn and Luke’s clothes had also been stained in orange, I believed they had had their own little fight as well.

When we got back to carving out pumpkins (with occasionally throwing of guts until Jocelyn told us to stop) things were peaceful with the remains of laughter still in the air.

Finally I finished, and looked over at my friends.

Clary and her mother were still very concentrated on their pumpkins. But Simon and Luke seemed to be chatting.

“You done?” I asked going over to my boyfriends side

“Yep, look!” He said beaming proudly his arm coming around my shoulder to pull me close

When I looked over at the pumpkin I saw a glob of different shapes.

“What is it?” I asked after a moment

“What do you mean? It’s a smiley face with fangs!” He said genuinely shocked

“Oh!” I nodded

“Let me see.” Clary said, wiping her hands off on some of the newspaper.

When she walked over she let out a laugh, causing me to bite back one my own.

Simon teasingly kicked the back of her leg but it only caused Clary to laugh harder.

“It’s wonderful, Simon! Here, let me take a picture!” Clary said grinning

Simon was quick to move causing me to nearly lose my own balance.

“Absolutely not, you are not sending that to Jace!” Simon stated

“What makes you think I'm sending it to Jace?” Clary questioned

“Because I know you!”

“Oh-Whatever!” Clary said

“Fine. If you think mine is so bad then let's see yours!” Simon said but as soon as the words came out of his mouth he seemed to reconsider.

“Of course.” Clary grinned

The three of us walked over and saw that Clary had carved some sort of ghoul and had even added some runes to the pumpkin.

“Really? A shadow hunter ghoul.” Simon said seemingly unimpressed

“You should’ve just carved out Jace.” I said, earning a laugh from my boyfriend. He sent me a pride filled smile, that made my heart speed up.

Clarys face seemed to be a mix between unimpressed and amused.

“And make his ego grow some more, absolutely not.” Clary said

“I say we name him...flace.” Simon said

“Flace?” Clary and I said at the same time

“It’s a mixture between flaky and Jace, I think it fits.” Simon said with a grin

“Did you just call my boyfriend flaky?” Clary asked already starting towards Simon.

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The rest of the night seemed to be trying to save Simon from Clarys wrath. But in the end I wouldn’t have spent it any other way.

#simon lewis #shadowhunters #clary fairchild #halloween #carving pumpkins #simon lewis fluff #simon lovelace #simon lewis x reader #simon lewis x reader fluff #the mortal instruments

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