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railingsofsorrow · 1 year

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╚═══════ railingsofsorrow's masterpost ═══════╝

this is the spot where you'll find all my masterlists, upcoming works and works in progress (wips).

“𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙, 𝕵𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖘?

𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴,

𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍,

𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊. 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗.”

. . . . . L O A D I N G . . . . . L O A D I N G . . . . . L O A D I N G . . . . .

+ KEY: [ angst - A ; fluff - F ; trigger warning - TW! ; allusions to s3x - ¢ ; happy ending - ♡ ; not happy ending - ☂, not posted yet -✍ ; requested - ♟ ]

🔏 UPCOMING

NUMINOUS: Darkness had a flattering way of luring people. In a dance, she is the one who leads. Holding you close to give you a lustful kiss. Delilah has always found comfort in the night. The absence of light wasn’t necessary horrible, it brought her comfort. However, the moment her dark eyes meet honey brown ones, she figures sunny days might not be so bad, after all. [s.r × o.c] a criminal minds au A,F,TW!

✍BEFORE NIGHTFALL: time won’t fly it’s like I’m paralyzed by it I’d like to be my old self again but I’m still trying to find it “it might’ve been a life full of lies but I was happy and it was enough.” [p.p x oc] a marvel ff A,F,TW!

✍BAD LUCK: i’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck. “walk away because I don’t want to be the villain in your story.” [p.p x oc] a marvel au A,F,TW!

✍AGE OF THE DAMNED: Finding out things about yourself can be exciting and challenging. You’re never ready for what life plans ahead for you. To Faye Harlow, that was clear the moment she turned seventeen; her world drowned her in uncertainty and nothing became more dangerous than unraveling her own secrets. “I’m staying whether you want me to or not.” “Do you have a death wish?” [k.m × o.c] a the originals ff A,F,TW!

✍THIS IS ME TRYING: regulus and james are officially together but sirius seems to have a problem with that. some secrets are revealed (again). meanwhile, everybody is trying. [sequel to mirrorball] [j.p x r.b] a marauders era au A,F,TW!

✍EMERALD OCEAN: WHEN EMERALD GREEN MEETS OCEAN BLUE. . . a miscommunication causes lily evans and venus black to have a quarry going on between them. little did they know that a gryffindor and a slytherin could have more in common than they thought. (a part of the billie eilish anthology) [l.e x oc] a marauders era au A,F,TW!

CURRENT WORKS

SUN-BLEACHED PAPER PETALS: when iris valencia sent a letter to a certain doctor reid about one of his articles, she didn't expect to receive an answer. at all. but she did get one. and they've been corresponding back and forth ever since — in the old-fashioned way. until a threatening situation forces them to meet face to face. [s.r × o.c] A,F,TW!

COMPLETED FICS

BROKEN PROMISES: doctor strange casts the spell that will make everyone forget who spiderman is and peter parker loses his footing in life. how could he do anything without the people he loved by his side? how could peter find strength now that you weren’t there? more importantly, can he keep his promise to make you remember him again? [p.p x reader] A,TW!,F, open ending.﹃ inspired by all too well (taylor's version)

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✍ WIPS

✧༺ ANTHOLOGIES ༻∞

the taylor swift anthology

the billie eilish anthology ✍

the harry styles anthology

✧༺ MASTERLISTS ༻∞

CRIMINAL MINDS (updated)

MCU (updated)

GREY'S ANATOMY (updated)

TWILIGHT (updated)

MARAUDERS ERA (updated)

THE ORIGINALS (updated)

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (updated)

OUTER BANKS (updated)

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“𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉,

𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖞.”

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#masterpost #railingsofsorrowmasterpost #criminal minds fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #obx fanfiction #spin out fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #tvd fanfiction #greys anatomy fanfiction #twilight fanfiction #tmi fanfic #the mortal instruments fanfiction #the hunger games fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #marauders era fanfiction #teen wolf fanfiction

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rottenroyalebooks · 8 months

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It's a bad idea, right?

Series: The Mortal Instruments

Pairing: Jace Wayland x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Possibly OOC Jace, slight description of Reader (mainly that Jace is taller than her), use of Y/N. All characters are aged 18+.

Summary:

Y/N has a Warlock ex that seems to have her under his spell, metaphorically speaking, and every time he calls, she answers.

Jace has had enough of watching her go back to him repeatedly. Because they're friends, definitely not because he's in love with her or anything.

A/N: Guys, I have finally caved into my desires and am diving deep into the world of The Mortal Instruments. I watched most of the show a few years ago and saw the movie a few days ago, which led me to buy a box set of the 6 Mortal Instruments books. I am just about halfway through The City of Bones, so I still have a lot of learning to do. Forgive me if I need to correct something.

Also, I love all the show characters, but Movie Jace feels closer to Book Jace than Show Jace, so I am committed to Movie Jace for visual representation and Movie Jace only.

Does that make sense to you? Yes? Cool.

"You were where last night?" Izzy asked her a bit too loudly as she and Y/N walked into the weapons room where Alec and Jace were working on cleaning their weapons used from the previous mission.

Y/N shushed her as the two boys looked over, "Seriously, whatever happened to private girl talk?"

Izzy rolled her eyes, speaking lower than before so the guys wouldn't hear, "What ever happened to cutting him out of your life? Finding a new guy to get in your bed to get over him, that's why we went to Pandemonium last night, remember?"

Y/N huffed in response. Of course, she knew that's why Izzy and Clary dragged her to Pandemonium. It was a plan that she had yet to be very keen on. Izzy had gone to powder her nose, and Clary went to dance when Demetrius Black approached her on the dance floor, convincing her to leave with him.

It never took much convincing. He never went to Pandemonium, so she thought it was safe, but alas, she woke up in his bed again with her favorite tea made just the way she liked it on the nightstand next to her. He was nowhere to be seen.

Izzy rolled her eyes at the lack of response, "I need to put a tracker on you, like an outdoor cat." She turned on her heels and walked away.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair before leaving the weapons room. She needed to punch something, so she soon found her way to the training room, where a punching bag sat calmly in the middle.

Then she beat the shit out of it.

"Stupid Demetrius and his stupidly charming attitude."

One Two.

"Stupid me for falling for it, again."

One Two Three.

"And stupid Mundane girl who couldn't keep her grimy hands to herself!"

With enough force of one last punch, the bag flew backward, hitting the wall as she let out a long groan of anger.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Jace's voice appeared behind her making her jump out of her skin.

"Jesus Christ,"

"Not exactly." He smirked, but she ignored his comment.

"Do you feel the need to scare everyone or just me? Am I that special?" Sarcasm dripped from her lips as she began walking over to the punching bag so she could put it back in its usual location.

"Stop dodging my question. Do you want to talk about why you punched the bag across the room?"

She signed, letting the bag stand back up, "Will you try not to make fun of me for at least ten minutes if I tell you."

He chuckled, leaning against a pillar with his signature smug look, "I'll try my very best."

She couldn't look him in the eye, but she told him everything. From Izzy's plan to it failing when she left her alone for not even five minutes to waking up in her ex's bed again.

His expression was stoic throughout the entire time she was speaking; all of Jace's smugness and ego quickly flushed away as envy flooded his veins.

She didn't notice his change in expression because she refused to look at him.

"I know it's stupid, but it's like he put a spell on me."

"You have a permanent ruin to block any Warlock from using that magic on you."

She groaned, "I meant metaphorically." She plopped down on the bench and ran a hand through her hair.

"Well, I don't even know what you see in the Warlock-"

"Alec is with Mangus, and you never have anything to say about that, but when I date a Downworlder who has helped us just as much as Mangus has, you suddenly have an issue?"

He didn't have a chance to think before he spoke, blurting out, "I can't stand to see you hurting yourself with someone who doesn't deserve you."

Her head snaps to finally make eye contact; she lets her emotions talk without knowing what to think, "You don't get to decide who deserves me, Jace. You're not my father, and you're not my brother. Don't act like it."

He stepped closer to where she was sitting, "He cheated on you. Remember that? You cried to Clary and Izzy for days about it, then you cried yourself to sleep after all that," He saw the shocked look on her face, "We share a wall, remember? The same wall both of our beds are up against. I heard it all and witnessed you tear yourself apart from all the insecurities he gave you. So yes, I may not be in a position to say it, but I can say for certain that he doesn't deserve you."

The tension between the two shadow hunters was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Neither of them said anything else, just stared at each other until she stood up and brushed past him.

"Thanks for the reminder."

Jace only watched as she left the room, wanting to walk after her but feeling paralyzed where he stood. He cursed under his breath and looked down at his feet.

It was his turn to send the punching bag flying across the room.

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That night, the group went on a mission to track down a Vampire, killing humans left and right. Clary had poked around through the different nests in the city with Alec and Izzy, but none of them seemed to be acquainted with the rouge Vampire.

Jace and Y/N were tasked with searching Pandemonium for the Vampire or any information retaining it.

Things between them were still tense, and the others could see it, but Jace had been the one to wordlessly follow her to Pandemonium. The music was loud and beating through her head, making the memories from the night prior resurface, but she shook it off as she looked around for any suspicious Downworld behavior.

She and Jace had split up in the crowd, which meant she was alone when she felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. She pulled it out seeing a text from Demetrius:

Demetrius: I can tell you're working from how you dress tonight, but meet me at the bar. I might have the information you are searching for. ;)

Tensing up, she looks over at the bar seeing Demetrius leaning against it in all his glory, smirking knowingly at her. She pushed her hurt deep down and walked over to him.

"Well, you look lovely tonight, darling." He said, reaching out to touch her hair when she stopped about two feet away, but she smacked his hand away quickly.

"No time for pleasantries, Demetrius. Do you know anything about a Rouge Vampire, or are you wasting my time?"

"Playing hard to get tonight? Let me buy you a drink." He said as he waved to the bartender to get his attention.

She scoffed, shaking her head, "I knew this was a waste of time--" She stopped speaking when she backed into someone's chest; she didn't even need to look up to know it was Jace. She didn't realize he found them.

Jace didn't move at the contact; he only stared at Demetrius, who noticed he was standing there because she had stopped speaking.

"Oh look," he commented, bored, "It's the guard dog. Don't you have anything better to do than following her around like a lost puppy?"

"We're working, Demetrius." She spoke as Jace opened his mouth, cutting him off before a fight could break out, "Since you don't actually have any information for me, I am going to leave."

She brushed past Jace, leaving the two boys at the bar and disappearing into the crowd.

Jace followed her with his eyes until he knew she was out of earshot. Looking back at Demetrius with a glare that could kill a thousand men, he said, "If you come near her again, I will not hesitate to track you down and kill you myself."

Demetrius smirked, taking a sip from his drink, "And break The Clave's precious rules? From what she told me, you are one of those who respect the Covenant more than anything."

Jace took two steps forward, standing toe to toe with the Warlock, a look of pure hatred in his eyes, "I would break a thousand rules if it made her happy. I would break a thousand rules to make sure she is safe. Don't test me, Warlock."

Demetrius took another sip of his drink, "I always knew, from the moment I had the displeasure of meeting you, that you were in love with her. I watched as you protected her like a lovesick puppy even though she was head over heels in love with me. Now that she is single, why haven't you swept her off her feet to prevent her from falling into my bed?"

He leaned close to his ear, saying just above a whisper, "Maybe it's because you know she will never love you back."

Jace shoved him away, stalking off to get back to work. Only to watch as she left the storage room and in his direction; as she passed him, she said, "Threat has been neutralized, let's get out of here."

She was annoyed. Mostly at herself for thinking he wouldn't come back to her favorite club to antagonize her, but also at the fact that she had to take on a Vampire by herself because Jace decided to have a little chat with her ex.

At the same time, she was proud of herself for finally avoiding Demetrius' charm like the plague. Progress is Progress.

As she exited Pandemonium, she pulled out her phone and started texting Clary to let them know the Vampire was found and taken care of, but Jace pulled her phone out of her hands.

"I'll take that." He said as he went to her contacts lists.

Her jaw dropped, "Jace! Give that back!" She snapped, watching him smirk at her phone as he tapped the screen a few times before giving it back to her.

"First step, blocking your ex's number."

She rolled her eyes and brushed passed him. Raising her hand, a cab drove up to her almost immediately.

"How do you always get cabs so quickly?" He muttered loud enough for her to hear as he stood behind her protectively.

"It's a gift," she said flatly, getting into the cab and scooting over so Jace could get in, even though she wanted him to get his own taxi.

"You cant just avoid me forever." He said into her ear once she got comfortable after telling the driver where to drop them off.

She crossed her arms, staring straight ahead, "Watch me."

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"Jace, let you fight the Vampire by yourself?" Izzy asked her in the kitchen of the Institute, snacking on popcorn with Clary on the opposite side of her as the three girls usually did after a hunt.

"He didn't let me; he was at the bar talking with Demetrius. I thought he followed me into the crowd when I left the bar, but he wasn't behind me when I found the Vampire and pointed it out to him." She ran a hand through her hair and looked down, "I didn't want to lose him, so I followed the Vampire into the storage room, scared off the mundane that was with him, and killed the bloodsucker."

Clary laughed, "And you did it by yourself."

Y/N shrugged, "It was easy because he was a new Vampire who didn't have anyone to guide him."

"What did Jace say when you told him you took care of it?" Izzy tossed another piece of Popcorn into Clary's mouth, and she caught it successfully.

"He didn't react, just followed me out and got rid of Demetrius' contact on my phone."

Clary nearly choked on her popcorn before swallowing it, "He did what?"

Sighing, she nodded, "Yeah, talk about quitting cold turkey."

Izzy giggled, elbowing Clary lightly. "Maybe Jace will finally start courting her."

Y/N raised an eyebrow; Jace was into someone? That was new information, "Courting who? We don't come into contact with many shadow hunters unless he has a secret Mundane lover."

Blinking, Izzy looked from Clary to Y/N and back to Clary, "Is she serious?"

"I think she is."

"Okay, what are you two going on about?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, blinking at the two of them.

"How do we put this nicely-" Clary began speaking, but Izzy cut her off, "Jace has been in love with you since we were thirteen."

Taken aback, all Y/N could do was laugh, "What? No! You guys are crazy. The only person Jace loves is himself." She rolled her eyes, grabbing a few pieces of popcorn.

Clary spoke up, "When I first learned I was a Shadow Hunter and Jace brought me to the institute, I thought he was cute, but then I saw the way he looked at you, and I thought you two were a thing for a whole month until I saw you making out with a mundane near Pandemonium."

"I remember that!" Izzy giggled, turning to Y/N, "Clary freaked out and came running to me saying that you cheated on Jace and that we needed to tell him. It was so funny trying to explain to her that the two of you weren't a thing."

"My point is," Clary interjected, looking at Y/N, "Jace Wayland has been pining over you for so long. He's extra protective of you. When you came home crying a few months ago because the dirtbag cheated on you, Alec had to stop him from hunting him down and killing him without a second thought."

Y/N sank in her chair, blinking, "I had no idea."

"You're just a little oblivious; it's okay," Izzy said, patting her head.

She shook her head, "It's late. I'm going to bed."

She exited the chair and said goodnight to the two girls before leaving the kitchen.

She was going to bed, but then her feet decided to take her to where she knew Jace would be at this time of night.

The garden.

She opened the door quietly, searching for the blond among the flowers and plants, when she spotted him sitting on a bench. He was reading a book that she couldn't read the title of because of how old it was. She walked over to him and placed her hands in her sweater pockets, "You know how to read?"

He looked up at her from his book, "Sneaking up on people is supposed to be my thing."

"You'll have to learn how to share. May I sit?"

He nodded, closing the book with a bookmark between the pages, and moved to one side of the bench to make room for her to sit, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "I will be. Thank you for being there for me back at Pandemonium and in the training room earlier today. I needed to hear the truth. Even though my stance on the fact you need to work on your comforting skills stays intact." She teased him lightly, making him chuckle.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with the Vampire alone while I was defending your honor; it won't ever happen again."

"It better not." She chuckled, leaning back and relaxing on the bench, stifling a yawn, "Because I might just have to kill you myself, then."

"As if you would dare lay a mark on my greatest asset." He gestured to his face making Y/N roll her eyes and slapped his hand away.

"That ego of yours is going to be the death of me one day. Do I have to worry about you falling in love with your own reflection and drowning because of it like Narcissus?"

Letting out a laugh, Jace shook his head, looking up at the time on his watch, the very one she had gotten him for his last birthday, "It's getting late. You need rest."

"So do you," she fired back, standing up and glaring at him, "We need you at the top of your game, come on."

He chuckled, standing up and holding the book against his hip as they left the garden together and walked through the Institute.

"Do you need some tea to help you relax?" She asked, tilting her head up at him.

He smiled down at her, "No, I can manage."

They approached their rooms silently, he walked her to her door, and she nodded, "Goodnight, Jace."

He watched as she disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her, but he didn't move to his room next door, even though he should have.

No, he thought about how he realized Demetrius' words were true. He loved her and didn't know what to do with this information.

He raised his hand to knock on her door again, wanting to get the rejection over with, but just before his fist could make contact with the wood, the door opened, followed by her voice saying, "Jace, wait." before getting cut off by realizing he was standing there still.

The two stood there wordlessly, staring at each other. No one knew who made the first move that night, but soon Y/N felt his hands cupping her face as their lips touched.

It felt right, kissing Jace; he was gentle yet passionate, as if he were making up for the lost time, which he was. As it turned out, so was she.

When they broke apart for air, nothing could stop their mutual smiles from appearing on their faces as Jace rested his forehead on hers.

"Sleep in my room tonight? We can talk about this in the morning."

He nodded, picking her up over his left shoulder, causing a light squeal to leave her lips as he walked into the room, closing the door with his foot.

#writers of tumblr #fanfiction #rottenwrites #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #jace wayland #jace wayland x reader #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #clary fairchild #shadow hunters fic #x reader #i don't know if i like this but I'm posting it anyway

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henrywinterswhore · 2 years

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you can't convince me that Jace Herondale is not what people on wattpad want Harry Styles to be

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lord-montgomery · 8 days

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Trying

Rating: Explicit

Length: 7.8K

Summary: Five years into her marriage, Isabelle finds herself once again asking the question she can't seem to escape from: Is she ready to have kids? It's a risk she doesn't feel she can ignore any longer, and her answer has the potential to change everything.

It’s something of a ritual now—standing naked in front of the mirror as hot water runs cold behind her, watching the last of the pigment fade to reveal the white scar beneath. In a minute, she'll step into the shower, imagine a life with children, and let the water disguise the tears she won't admit are hers.

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#sizzy #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #simon lovelace #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #tmi #the mortal instruments #tsc fanfiction #fanfic #jules writes

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simpleellegance · 8 months

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What do you think they are going to study in English class in 50 some odd years to discuss the culture of the 2000’s and 2010’s

Like… are they about to crack open some Twilight and Mortal Instruments? Harry Potter? ARE THEY GOING TO STUDY FANFICS????? This will be keeping me up with thought.

#fanfiction #wattpad #fanfic #queue #queue post #ffn #ao3 #reading #twilight #mortal instruments #cassandra clare #stephanie meyer #harry potter #jk rowling #fandom #vampire academy #divergent #I mean really think about it #or am i just stupid

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kenkaneki224 · 8 months

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Oh how i would love to see a Shadowhunters x Good Omens au/fanfiction 😩. But like imagine the gang from Shadowhunters visiting Aziraphale’s bookshop for advice of just visiting the bookshop and finding out that Aziraphale is an angel and Crowley is a demon and that theyre besties. Or like if Aziraphale and Crowley gound out about the shadowworld, how their minds would be like “wtf, theres a whole different universe thats been existing right under our noses??? 😳”.

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born-to-riot · 3 months

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Me when I’m not looking at my computer: “oh this would be such a good idea, what if this, this, and this happened OH WAIT what if…”

Me when I go to write any of it down: *gets a motherfucking headache*

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allthebestnamesweretaken · 17 days

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One of the biggest regrets of my life (so far) is falling off of The Mortal Instruments universe. When I tell you those books filled my every thought when I was in high school, but after CoHF I just didn’t know there was going to be more and now there’s just so much and it feels impossible to get back into. With that said Magnus Bane & Alexander Gideon Lightwood never left me, they’re my everything

#malec #mortal instruments #the mortal instruments #magnus bane #alec lightwood #alexander gideon lightwood #Malec is my original OTP #raise your hand if TMI raised you #these books changed my brain chemistry #I still think about that yellow comforter #I hope chairman meow is doing okay #chairman meow #excuse me while I go read fanfiction and cry over fanart

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sharraus · 11 months

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thebiggerbear · 2 months

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Clary x Luke Masterlist

(one shot coming soon) - When Clary and Luke lose Jocelyn, a moment of grief turns into a moment of comfort. (Clary is 18)

#clary x luke #luke x clary #luke garroway x clary fray #clary fray x luke garroway #the mortal instruments fanfiction #the mortal instruments fandom #clary x luke fanfiction #clary x luke masterlist #bookverse #movieverse

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chewriting · 2 months

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I'm a little late to this, but I really wanted to thank you all for 1,000 hits on One Will Die Before He Gets There on Ao3!!! I don't think I've ever hit a number that high in all my years of publishing my work online, so this is really really special for me.

So, really, thank you for anyone who's clicked on my fanfiction, here or on Archive of Our Own. I really appreciate the support :)

Just in case you are one of the many who hasn't check it out, I'll list them here:

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#*me: doesn't want to get too attached to validation on the internet*#*also me: flushes whenever I see someone left a kudos/reblogged my fanfiction*#che speaks #the mortal instruments #TMI #the dark artifices #TDA #the wicked powers #TWP #kit herondale #kit rook #ty blackthorn #kit x ty

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sky-neverending · 9 months

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sneak peek at my Malec wingfic one shot!!

Staggering across the streets, Alec gazed up upon the building which Magnus resided in. He was glad there was no one out at that time of night, he didn’t have the energy to conceal his wings, nor his broken and battered body. His arms fell limp at his sides as dragged himself across the pavement and toward the steps, wincing as the harsh winter air came in contact with the cuts that littered his skin.

His wings tensed as he pushed forward, the large gash across them dripping ruby onto the stairs as he climbed. “Magnus,” he called, doubling over in pain and clutching at his chest. “Magnus, please.” He didn’t know whether his Warlock could hear him, if he felt him passing the wards that guarded the loft. He didn’t get a chance to find out before he crumpled on the steps, before the dark shattered his consciousness and left him teetering on the edge of life and death.

#shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #shadowhunters fanfiction #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #wing fic #sky writes

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moonlight-breeze-44 · 4 months

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safe waters

Happy Holidays! This is my contribution to @jalecsquad's 2023 Jalec Secret Santa. For @bluefire986, I hope you enjoy this! I tried to make it all sweet and angsty for you.

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“Wherever we are, we are as one.”

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“Jace, come on,” Alec urged his parabatai towards his bedroom, throwing a cautious glance behind them to ensure no one was watching. If word got around that Alec Lightwood was keeping his parabatai from medical treatment, the mistrust would become rife before he even had a chance to explain. Idrisian politics ran Institutes, and theirs was no exception.

Alec shouldered the bedroom door open and pushed Jace inside, as gently as he could. The second they were away from prying eyes, Alec strode towards his parabatai and drew him into a fierce hug. “You’re okay,” Alec promised, gripping the back of Jace’s head like he could physically meld their bodies together if only he held on tight enough. “You’re safe. I promise I won’t let them near you.”

Jace uncharacteristically whimpered, and pushed further into Alec’s embrace. Alec could feel tears staining the fabric of his t-shirt, but he didn’t care. Jace needed him. As he held his parabatai, the moment everything went wrong on their mission played like a broken record through his head, over and over. If only he'd been paying enough attention.

Like two hearts on fire, Jace and Alec ripped through the cemetery, dispatching a herd of Forsaken with ease. Fighting side by side, they were one. Alec felt at peace knowing Jace was with him, and he could admit that he felt the most connected to his parabatai when they were fighting together. Jace would insist that they were the closest when they were taking each other apart slowly, stifling moans in the privacy of one of their bedrooms, but Alec couldn’t agree. In battle, their hearts beat as one.

“Yo, Alec, behind you!” Jace shouted, and Alec whirled around just in time to miss one of the Forsaken trying to shove a clawed hand into the meat of his arm. He pulled his seraph blade from its holster and ran the Forsaken through, smirking when it collapsed to the ground, dead. Alec turned back to his parabatai, about to issue a thank-you, when Jace screamed.

One of the Forsaken had him pinned to the ground, and Alec realised the cause of his distress almost immediately; two of his fingers were bent backwards at an unnatural angle, clearly broken. Rushing forward, Alec dispatched the Forsaken and dropped to his knees at Jace’s side.

“Parabatai! You okay?”

Jace didn’t respond, other than letting out a cry of pain as he folded in on himself and began to sob. Alec brushed a shaking hand over his parabatai’s shoulders, his heart thundering in his ears. “Jace…what’s wrong?” He had known Jace to take a seraph blade to the stomach without making a sound before. To hear him crying over a couple of broken fingers was nothing short of terrifying.

“D-Dad…” Jace choked out, and Alec’s heart sank. He wrapped his arms around his parabatai in a fierce embrace, trying to communicate love-safety-home through the steady pulse of their bond. He felt Jace begin to tremble in his arms, evolving into full-blown shudders the longer they sat, until he was shaking like a leaf in the wind. Alec tried hard to keep his own emotions in check as he held his parabatai close, whispering reassurances into his ear. Of everyone in their lives, he was the only one that knew the truth about Jace's father.

A difficult midnight talk came back to Alec in a rush; he remembered Jace drifting his fingers over the keys of the piano in the supply room and recounting learning how to play with his father. The man broke one of Jace's fingers every time he made a mistake. The memory churned sour in Alec’s stomach, and he swallowed hard against the onslaught of emotion. He wanted to kill Michael Wayland for ever hurting his parabatai.

“Don't - Don't let them treat me,” Jace implored, lifting one hand to Alec’s cheek, digging his nails into the other boy’s skin. His golden eyes were wild, desperate. “Don't let them touch me, please.”

Alec nodded quickly, covering Jace's hand with his own and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I won’t, I promise.” He could guess why Jace didn’t want anyone at the infirmary to touch his broken fingers, and he would keep him safe from the entire world if he had to.

Jace buried his face in Alec’s chest once more, and Alec felt his heart break for him. Jace was the strongest person he knew, and Alec was sure that seeing him break down like this and not being able to take his pain away was one of the worst things he would ever feel. Alec closed his eyes against the gutwrenching sobs his parabatai was letting out, and sent a prayer up to the Angel; for security, and peace.

Alec was startled out of his thoughts by the telltale creak of his bed, and he turned to see Jace collapse on top of the covers. He wasn't asleep, not yet, but Alec could tell he was beyond exhausted. It took the better part of an hour for him to calm down, and their slow progress back to the Institute meant it was an hour after that before they arrived home. His parabatai wasn't crying anymore, but the emptiness in his eyes was almost worse.

Alec hesitated, dreading his next words. The last thing he wanted to do was cause his parabatai more pain. “Jace…I have to set your fingers.”

To his surprise, there was no protest. Instead, Jace turned to face his parabatai and offered his hand without a word. Alec’s breath caught in his throat at the obvious display of trust. He took Jace’s hand gingerly, feeling for the first broken joint.

“Okay,” Alec murmured, “This is going to hurt, but after I set the fingers, I can apply an iratze and they'll heal.” Jace didn't respond, his hand limp in Alec’s. His eyes were barely open, and the only indication he gave of having heard Alec was a small, delayed sound of assent.

Taking a deep breath for the both of them, Alec took Jace's first broken finger between his and bent it back into place as fast as he could. Jace let out a loud whimper and opened his eyes wide, tearing up again. The look on his face was cautious, but still content; he trusted Alec. The weight of his faith settled like a hot coal in Alec’s stomach, and he swallowed hard.

Alec reached forward and ran his hand through his parabatai’s hair, trying to offer as much comfort as he could to remind him that he wasn't back in Michael Wayland’s care. He doubted the man ever gave Jace any comfort, or love. “Just one more,” he told Jace kindly.

Alec grasped Jace's last broken finger in his palm and set it as quickly as he could, trying hard to ignore Jace's wince and the full-body flinch that accompanied the movement. Alec quickly pulled out his stele and traced an iratze over Jace's knuckles, watching as the bruises and scrapes from their Forsaken fight disappeared under the burn of the rune.

Jace let out a shaky sigh when the damage was healed and the pain eased, a raw relief settling on his face. He blinked back a few stray tears and reached for Alec in an uncharacteristic display of vulnerability. His heart filling with love for his parabatai, Alec returned the embrace as hard as he could, holding Jace like he could somehow take all of the trauma of his past away through sheer will alone. Jace tilted his head upwards and brushed a kiss against Alec’s lips, communicating without words his feelings about his parabatai. It was a silent Stop blaming yourself and Alec knew it. Alec tangled his hands in Jace’s hair and kissed him too, strongly. I will always have your back.

“Thank you,” Jace said, too exhausted to specify the gratitude, but Alec knew what he was saying. The gentle thrum of their bond was all the words they needed.

“Always, parabatai.” And Alec knew with his whole heart that there was nothing he meant more.

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