#no one: me: writing the same shit in the shadowhunter au

[gotthat-lightwood-bane]

✨📚Finished Fanfics I’ve Wrote📚✨

🖤Relationship: Magnus Bane / Alec Lightwood🖤

Collection: Taylor Swift x Malec

Right Where You Left Me

Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: Based on events from The Bane Chronicles: The Course of True Love (And First Dates) - this has SPOILERS for the book, as details are mentioned from it, so if you don’t want spoilers, I suggest reading that first!

AU where when Magnus gets a call from Catarina to help the fledgling werewolf after she turns in a nightclub, he decides to go save the day without Alec, leaving him there alone.

Inspired by the Taylor Swift song ‘Right Where You Left Me’

Tags: Inspired by Taylor Swift, Song: right where you left me (Taylor Swift), slow burn love, will Malec happen, Fluff, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, alec Lightwood yearning, magnus bane is oblivious, Magnus Bane Is Quite Magical, Parabatai Bond, First Date, inspired by The Bane Chronicles, The Course of True Love (and First Dates), Depression, Drinking, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, will they wont they

Guilty As Sin

Rating: Explicit

Summary: AU in which Alec is unaware he is interested in men, he is living his ‘normal’ life and fulfilling his duty as a Shadowhunter, including his dedication to finding a wife. Alec meets Magnus, the High Warlock of Brooklyn and he cannot help feeling Guilty As Sin when his thoughts become increasingly sinful.

Inspired by the Taylor Swift song ‘Guilty As Sin’

Tags: Masturbation, Masturbation in Shower, Sex Dreams, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Closeted Alec Lightwood, Alec Lightwood Comes Out, Magnus Bane Is Quite Magical, Magnus Bane Is a Nice Thing, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, Sorry Lydia Branwell, Based on a Taylor Swift Song, Song: Guilty As Sin? (Taylor Swift), sinful

Series: Malec Smutty One Shots

Alec’s Birthday Surprise for Magnus

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Alec requests the help of a mundane woman to celebrate Magnus’ birthday, by means of being a sexy present for Magnus to enjoy.

Aka the threesome no-one asked for but I couldn’t resist writing?

Tags: Sub Alec Lightwood, Threesome - F/M/M, Birthday, Birthday Sex, Gentle Dom Magnus Bane, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Bottom Magnus Bane, Top Alec Lightwood, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Deepthroating, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex

Series: Malec Fluffy One Shots

But no one has ever got me flowers before?

Rating: Teens and Up

Summary: Alec gets flowers for the first time.

AKA 1.8k words of tooth-rotting, mind dizzying fluff; writing this made my heart both so full and close to shattering all at the same time. I love soft Malec so much😭🥹

Tags: Flowers, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff, major fluff, First Time, Presents, Valentine’s Day, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, Magnus Bane Is a Nice Thing, Flowers are also a nice thing, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Alec Lightwood Is a Nice Thing, Pure Love, Sweet, Short & Sweet

Oh so quiet and peaceful until…

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Magnus Bane is a PHD student who loans books from a library, the Head Librarian, Alec Lightwood, is not happy that they’re late. Magnus loves this side of Alec and can’t help prodding at the preverbal bear. Silliness ensues.

Tags: Alec is a librarian, Magnus is a PHD student, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, Magnus Bane Is a Nice Thing, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Alec Lightwood Is a Nice Thing, Alec Lightwood Is So Done, Blushing Alec Lightwood, Library, Librarian, Magnus Bane is a Little Shit, Librarian Alec Lightwood, PHD student Magnus Bane, College Student Magnus Bane, MY BABIES, Fluff, Silly angst, Teasing angst, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, AU Magnus Bane, AU Alec Lightwood

How to Catch a Boyfriend in 5 Steps

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Magnus Bane has spent his whole life in Edom, and when his old friend Ragnor Fell offers to help him adjust to the Mundane world, he takes it all in his stride! Especially, catching himself a boyfriend🎣😉

Tags: Demon Magnus Bane, Uncultured Magnus Bane, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Alec Lightwood Is a Nice Thing, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, Magnus Bane Is a Nice Thing, Magnus Bane Is Quite Magical, Catching a boyfriend, literal meaning of words, Magnus catches Alec, Crack, Fluff and Crack, Fluff, Fluffy, Silly, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, magnus bane is oblivious, If there was such thing as terminal literalism you’d have died in infancy

Other

Magnus Introduces Alec to Pride Month

Rating: Explicit (It’s a mix, mostly GA, but I’ve noted per chapter what the rating is)

Summary: Magnus gives Alec a present for every day of Pride Month. He doesn’t tell Alec but he bases each day of the gifts off of the traditional yearly wedding anniversary gifts. This is for Live Writing Prompt for Pride Month: Presented by the Malec Discord Server. It will be 30 days of approximately 500 word ficlets.

Tags: Pride Month 2025, pride month, Ficlet, Malec Discord Server, Magnus Bane Deserves Nice Things, Alec Lightwood Is a Nice Thing, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, Magnus Bane Is a Nice Thing, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting fluff, fluff, Gift Giving, Live Writing Prompt Pride Month, Discrimination, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Clave Politics, Alec Lightwood Against the Clave, Head of the Institute Alec Lightwood, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mild Smut, Fluffy Smut, Implied/Referenced Sex, Lingerie, neck kisses, love making, Check Each Chapter for Rating, Ratings different per chapter, gender euphoria, they/them pronouns, asexuality, Queer love, LGBTQ

🖤Relationship: Mark Blackthorn / Kieran🖤

Under the Stars and Mountains

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

A small intimate moment between Mark and Kieran during a break from riding with the Wild Hunt. Kieran makes sure Mark knows how much he respects Mark’s heritage and loves him for it.

Tags: Wild Hunt, under the stars, Outdoor Sex, Anal Sex, Praise Kink, Making Love, Fluff and Smut, Tender Sex, Faerie boys in love, 1.2k of my daydreams, Devotion, faerie - Freeform, Under the Hill, Unseelie Court

[kuiinncedes]

and you knew what it was

author’s note: i don’t know what the fuck this is i was bored at the beginning of my break lol and i wrote some stuff based on a prompt list and a random number generator that gave me “here, drink this. you’ll feel better” and it kinda like ,, grew ,, into a lot

i’ve been sitting on this first part pretty much completed for a while and i think i want to just post it and i have two other “parts” that are sorta connected and idk yeah lmao they’re in progress rn and hopefully i can finish them soon if i post this one i just feel kinda stuck rn :P anyway idk lol i like this part tho hopefully i don’t change anything massively in the other two that would have to change something here XD

basically 1539 words of shadowhunter!quinntina hurt/comfort (or an attempt at it) maybe like sort of warning for mention of death and injury tbh am i trying too hard to be a ya fantasy writer lmao

title from “you are in love” by taylor swift <3

as always lmk if anyone wants any shadowhunter things to be explained lol :P

***

“Here, drink this,” Tina says, voice shaky and quiet, unsure. “You’ll feel better.” She helps Quinn sit up a little and slowly drink the whole glass of… something.

Quinn wrinkles her nose at the aftertaste coating her tongue and throat. “What was that?” Her shoulders are propped up against her pillow, and she awkwardly tries to situate herself somewhat upright. 

Tina shrugs, setting the cup aside. “Something Mike whipped up. Said it should help your strength and energy a little?” She crosses her arms, lightly gripping the fabric of her shirt at her sides—hugging herself.

“Mike needs to add some sugar or something,” Quinn tries in a joking tone. Tina smiles slightly but won’t really make eye contact with her.

The room falls silent and Quinn watches Tina, recognizes the expression on her face, her defeated posture, her smaller, quiet demeanor. Her outfit—a lot darker than what she’s often in these days, when she’s not in black gear. 

And Quinn remembers a few months ago, when Mercedes had her own complicated encounter with demon poison. She remembers how Tina cares, how she loves, how beautifully, how much. 

“Hey,” she says softly, and Tina finally looks up to meet her eyes. “Mike and the Silent Brothers said I stand a good chance for full recovery, right? So no tears,” Quinn urges gently. 

Tina huffs a light laugh and wipes under her eyes. “No promises,” she says hoarsely. Quinn wiggles her fingers and Tina releases the hand clutching tightly at her side and obligingly takes Quinn’s, who squeezes reassuringly.

Tina keeps sniffling though, and it seems to be getting louder. She covers her mouth with her free hand when Quinn looks over and says quickly, “I’m sorry, I know, sorry, it’s Kurt’s turn to see you anyway, I should go—” and starts to untangle their fingers but Quinn holds fast, squeezing again and she looks into Tina’s tear-filled eyes. 

“Come here,” Quinn says quietly.

“What?”

“Help me lay down, then get in bed with me.”

Tina pauses. “Are you—I don’t know if—”

Quinn smirks a little, starting to push herself back into a horizontal position. “I’m the one who’s injured, and I’m cold and I need my girlfriend close to steal her warmth, okay?”

Tina swallows and nods a little, replies barely above a whisper, “Okay.”

Once Quinn is lying down comfortably, Tina climbs under the blanket, facing her. Quinn tucks a strand of black hair behind her ear, wiping some of Tina’s still-coming tears as she retracts her hand. 

Tina holds her wrist, lightly, almost only with the tips of her fingers, and presses a soft kiss to her palm. She lets out a slight chuckle. “Shouldn’t I be the one taking care of you?”

Her tone is lighthearted but bitter and Quinn brushes her fingers through Tina’s hair. Her eyelids flutter, half closed, and she releases a small, comforted breath.

“You’ve definitely already done a fair amount of taking care of me. And I’m fine,” Quinn assures, and she really is fine, aside from the fact that she just missed a few days being knocked out from the worst kind of demon poison and she’s still feeling the effects of that, probably will be for a while, but that’s getting out of her system now, and with its complete departure her strength (and ability to move without pain) should also return, if Silent Brother healing magic and knowledge is to be trusted. “On the other hand, you look like you haven’t slept in days.” And knowing Tina, it’s all too possible that she hasn’t.

Tina shrugs a little. “Maybe.”

“Do I need to call Kurt in here to tell me?”

“Fine,” Tina grumbles halfheartedly. “I haven’t.”

But do you blame me? is her unasked—and unanswered—question. 

(Quinn doesn’t.)

Quinn tilts her chin forward a little to kiss Tina’s nose gently. “Go to sleep,” she says.

“Here? I shouldn’t—Kurt wants to see you,” Tina starts and Quinn shushes her again.

“Yes, here. Kurt will live without it, he knows I’m okay.” And Quinn knows Kurt is okay, and presumably will understand Tina staying for longer if he’s been around her the past few days. 

She just hopes—knows, really—that Kurt has helped Tina, that they help each other. They’ve always been close on account of being the two who could always be found awake in the latest hours of night, talking to each other and recently, working on designs and drawings together.

But it’s still different right now, for these past few days, and Quinn thinks that if either of them slept at all, it wasn’t much. Especially Tina. Kurt had the parabatai bond’s assurance while Quinn’s been out. Tina had Kurt’s assurance, but it still couldn’t have been as good as knowing it herself. And at night, Kurt had the bond as an extra layer of assurance when he went to sleep, but Tina didn’t, and Quinn knows how Tina’s worry keeps her up sometimes, and how she sometimes chooses energy runes instead when she knows something is weighing on her mind too much for her to sleep.

“You need sleep, love,” Quinn whispers, and she feels the resistance fade from Tina’s body. She pulls her closer, tucking Tina’s head under her chin.

“I missed you,” Tina says with a small gasp, voice cracking a little in desperation. “I’m so sorry.” Quinn can feel her tears on her collarbone and she hates it—hates that she’s the reason Tina’s crying and she can’t do anything about it because she was unconscious and on the verge of death for three days and then the Silent Brothers kept people away for a few more and Tina didn’t know how she was for a week, and Quinn really just woke up again and she’s mostly fine and she feels fine but Tina hasn’t slept for days and Quinn understands.

“It’s not your fault. And I won’t ever leave you,” Quinn promises. 

“You can’t say that for sure.” 

“Shh,” Quinn breathes, thinking about both statements. Tina’s right, she can’t say it for sure, and she knows that. With their life and what they do every day, it’s the most unsure thing in the world. Even just a week ago, she could’ve died if the demon’s stinger had gone in a little higher, she could’ve died if there were any more of them left, she could’ve died if Tina wasn’t there. Tina could’ve died if Quinn wasn’t there. (Would have, a voice in the back of her head creeps in, less than a breath, and she suppresses the shiver that it brings.)

But if Quinn has any control over it at all, it will be true. She tells Tina as much. “I won’t leave you,” she says again, quietly but as vehemently as she can, and Tina relaxes a tiny bit in her arms. 

And then for the other thing. “And there’s no way it’s your fault, okay?”

“If I wasn’t so fucking careless, you would be fine—”

“You didn’t push me into a demon’s stinger, did you?” Quinn continues to run her fingers through Tina’s hair. “You didn’t take its poison and inject it into my body. And you were killing the other ones. We could both be dead if you weren’t, okay?” Her tone is more blunt than probably necessary and she brushes Tina’s temple slightly in apology.

Tina burrows her face deeper and Quinn knows she’s winning, if only because Tina’s tired. But she needs her to know…. “It would never be your fault,” Quinn whispers. “Ever. Tell me you know that.”

After a second, Tina nods. “Yeah,” she says in a small voice. “Okay.”

Quinn can tell Tina isn’t completely convinced, but it’s a conversation for another time, another day when Tina isn’t running on a ridiculously small amount of sleep and probably an unhealthy number of energy runes, and only just coming down from the emotional rollercoaster of the past week. 

Quinn presses a kiss to the top of Tina’s head. “Go to sleep, love,” she says again. 

“Wake me up if I hurt you,” Tina breathes, on the cusp of sleep. 

Quinn smiles, runs her hand up and down Tina’s arm. “You won’t,” she promises, voice hushed.

It’s a testament to just how exhausted Tina must be that her breathing evens out within a few seconds, and her body is still and loose from exhaustion, mind finally quieted, for now, close to Quinn and reassured, and Quinn continues to rub her girlfriend’s arm gently and thinks.

She thinks about the word she just used—twice, and for the first time. Not the first time in her head, but the first time out loud. But unlike countless other times when she’s questioned her decisions and even after so many that have hurt her, so many choices that have led her astray—led her heart astray… she knows it’s right this time. Now, here, in her room, in the Institute that changed her life for the better, her family within the building’s glamoured walls, next to the one person she would always want to be next to, she doesn’t need to question it. And she closes her eyes and follows Tina into a hopefully peaceful sleep.

[salute-the-dead]

A List of My OTPs

because it's 11 and I can't sleep.

Enjolras x Grantaire a.k.a. Enjoltaire a.k.a. ExR- Les Mis

How I fell into this I don't remember now. I vaguely remember reading a crackfic of this and then everything just went sideways.

This was also the fandom that helped me realize that I wasn't exactly straight and that it's okay to not be loud about my sexuality, that I can just be.

I think that explains my attachment to this ship, not to mention just the movie's Grantaire (played by George Blagden) also shipped the characters and played his character like how he thought it should be, Grantaire loving and pining after Enjolras without the revolutionary knowing it.

Except in the fan fics, Enjolras returns his feelings and they work it out, even though it's not easy because they're both stubborn as mules. Ah, ultimate fantasy I guess. And the number of great fics here, *whistle*

Also, the Les Amis? Is amazing? Especially in the modern AUs? Like they're great friends? I love this fandom so much! Permets-tu!

Shen Wei x Zhao Yunlan - Guardian / Zhen Hun

C'mon, Zhu Yilong & Bai Yu's performance and emotions? Plus just the fact the fanfic writers of this ship are absolutely amazing? Please, escape from this pairing is impossible!

Best opposites attract trope for me. An academic by day, superhero by night in love with a roguish police chief who has no powers but whose charisma, wit, and heart can get him to toe to toe with the legends.

Also, Professor Shen Wei constantly acting like an innocent civilian and lying badly? Gold!

Loki x Tony Stark a.k.a. FrostIron - Avengers

How did I honestly get to this ship? I really can't remember what started it all. I think it must have been a Loki redemption fic where Tony Stark and Pepper broke up and something something happened. Let me tell you, the writers of this ship have written sagas and ballads of epic and sometimes confusing proportions, and that is why I fell deeper into the pit. I mean, they gotta give justice to two brilliant but chaotic characters, right? Angst. This ship has sooooooooo much angst.

Eiji x Ash - Banana Fish

My god, if you want to keep your heart intact and not be reminded of all that's ugly in the world, DON'T WATCH OR READ BANANA FISH. YOUR HEART WILL NEVER HEAL!

If you're gonna watch/read it anyway, make sure to watch something fluffy and sweet after. There's a reason that people from this fandom go, "If you've seen Banana Fish's ending, then you can handle whatever angsty show you're watching now." ~ or something to that effect. Another thing we like to say in this fandom is, "Other fandoms: Let's write a Mafia AU! Banana Fish fandom: We are the Mafia AU." Yes, all of us in this fandom is dramatic af.

Yuuri x Viktor - Yuuri!!! on Ice

Uh, does this really need an explanation? Aside from the fact that you will surprisingly find a lot of Mafia AUs here because we all know that hiding behind that beautiful face of Viktor Nikiforov is a devil capable of... tearing down your self-confidence, like WTF Viktor, don't make Yuuri cry! Also, their dance together at the end, such beautiful love.

Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood aka Malec - Shadowhunters

I never read the books and have no plans to in the near future. I just saw a video on Youtube about why Malec is life and now here I am, still reading some Malec fics from time to time.

Some stuff on the show were WTF but overall they were a really good couple who supported each other. Plus, they're a Power Couple.

Erwin x Levi aka Eruri - Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin

Not to be confused with Ereri, which is Eren x Levi, which I don't generally ship except for that one time when a writer wrote an epic fanfic series with Eren in his mid 20s and Levi in his late 20s/early 30s, reincarnation AU. Boy was that one a surprise. I did not expect that.

Anyway, I'm an Eruri fan through and through. Especially with that promise that Levi made to Erwin. And the reason he gave the serum to Armin. HE DIDN'T DO IT FOR THE KIDS YKNOW. HE DID IT FOR ERWIN. Plus, Levi, Erwin, and Hange are my special trio. Erwin's batch was really amazing.

Also, I really like the fact that the shorter and slighter person is the more badass fighter while the taller, bigger one is the more calculating and strategic one. Rocks the boat of stereotypes and all that. Bonus: how these two met. My god, what a meet-cute! 😂

Dani x Jamie aka The Au Pair and the Gardener - The Haunting of Bly Manor

It really is more of a love story than a ghost story. I dunno how to feel about this. I loved these two characters so much and I wished they had a better ending but I wasn't SO surprised because it was a horror series (Like, I was still hoping at the end that they'd be together forever but yknow...). In any case, Jamie was just awesome. And her nickname for Dani? Poppins?! God, what a lover and fighter. She was not afraid to cock a gun in a ghost's face.

... and now for my flexible BROTPs

Merlin x Arthur aka Merthur - BBC Merlin

Yeah, my brain is so chaotic multiple OTPs and BROTPs of the same pairing exist at the same time without clashing with one another or having major identity crises.

I actually really like BROTP Merlin and Arthur and also like reading OTP Merthur.

And when Merlin is paired with Morgana or Freya or sometimes even Gwaine, that's fine with me too. As long as his bromance with Arthur stays intact, because that's what drew me to the show in the first place. Personal preference. I see them as platonic soulmates.

*Shout-out to the Merthur writers though, you kept me sane during my "Post-Merlin Depression," which is actually a term thrown around in the fandom because of that horrid final season (not saying it's a good term but it's what it was called). A lot of amazing fics here, too, both Magic Reveal and Modern AU ones. Full of action and adventure too! I mean, there are boy-band-looking Knights and magic-wielding badasses!

Tim Drake x Conner Kent/Kon-El aka Red Robin x Super Boy - DC Comics

More like flexible otp. I dig Stephanie Brown and Tim Drake BUT I really really also dig Tim Drake and Conner Kent. When they're TimKon, it's like an entirely different entity from TimSteph. Ugh, hard to explain.

I mean, Kon telling Tim, "You'll always be my Robin" and Tim telling Kon, "And you'll always be my clone boy" is the shit. Also when Kon could pick out/recognize Tim's heartbeat. And when Tim nearly went mad scientist trying to bring his bestie back. Like, dudes, wtf. And at the same time, hell yeah.

Liu Kang x Kung Lao aka LiuLao - Mortal Kombat

- I see these two as more like ride or die best friends connected by fate/platonic soulmates. But also like their dynamic is so awesome, cute, sweet, badass, can't-live-without-you vibes.

Basically the same way I feel about Merthur. I like reading both romantic and platonic relationships between these two characters. Like, the LiuLao fan creators peeling off the layers of this relationship and exposing every raw nerve is beautiful.

They love diving into the characters' psyche, emotions, motivations, fears, and doubts and you get really amazed because... Aren't they just characters from a video game, you ask? Well yeah, but MK video game has several interesting storylines and the Mortal Kombat 2021 movie was just the perfect jumpstarter to this beautiful blaze.

I mean, "We swore that if we were to die, it would be together"? Hell no, you're not dropping that on us and not expecting us to create our very own spin-offs and 12-page essays on that shit. That's what we fans do, baby. And also, really, we need a shaolin monks/white lotus spin-off/prequel. We're starving here.

As this ship is the newest one on my list, it's the one I'm looking forward to the most. Not enough fan content, I tell you. Not enough. One of these days, I just might add my own.

But right now, it's past 1 and so I shall attempt to sleep.

***No images for TimKon and LiuLao coz apparently I've gone past my 10-images allowance 😤

[takaraphoenix]

R, T, W for the writers asks but with a twist! (I am 100% cheating the game to be specifically nosy so feel free to ignore me 😅)

R + how would you pitch those ships to a fandom outsider?

T - since you already did favourites, most overused and underused?

W (...would really love to know about any Jace wips in particular 👉👈)

Thanks for playing! Let's see how good I do on twists xDDD

R. Romance - Do you write for any certain ship? What's your OTP or main pairing?

See ur being nosy but not specifically nosy because do you know HOW MANY fandoms I have? *sobbing*

I'm a multishipper so it's rare for me to only have one ship for a character. Much less for a fandom. But I do have what I'd call flagships, my biggest ship per fandom.

And since you did not specify if you wanted this for a particular fandom, I'ma just go with Shadowhunters and Jagnus!

They were roommates! Seriously, when Jace is at his lowest, when he leaves the only place he knows as home, he comes to Magnus to ask to live with him. That's canon. Magnus takes him in. That's canon. They're just convenient roommates or bros living together, their rooming together is born from Jace being in a desperate and vulnerable state and he seeks out Magnus and that shit just hits hard.

They have both lost a parent in a traumatizing manner as little children and are REALLY shit at coping with their trauma like they both suck so badly at it but that is what makes it fun because they also fundamentally care about other people so it can be like a dual "I will help you through your trauma".

Magnus Bane canonically has a thing for blue eyes and Jace has blue eyes in the show and I will never let that die. Magnus Bane also has magical golden eyes that made him feel isolated and lonely - and guess who ALSO canonically has magical golden eyes? JACE.

Both of them are fun-loving and promiscuous and I do think that this shared energy when it comes to sex really makes them go well together.

When they first meet in book canon, just before they meet, we as the readers are introduced to the concept of flying motorbikes existing and Jace whining about always having wanted one. After one (1) meeting with Jace, Magnus just gives Jace a flying motorbike. For free. Just like that. As a present. To this boy he met once. And, might I add, that is the same day he meets his canon endgame romance too and in the same scene we learn that Jace always wanted one, we also learn that said canon endgame romance also always wanted a flying motorbike. But the author chose that no Magnus should just randomly gift Jace a motorbike. How am I supposed to not come out of that shipping them?

T. Trope - What's your favorite fanfic trope? What's one you avoid like the plague?

Most overused and most underused? That is so much harder somehow because I don't really read all THAT much fanfiction and if so I read only specific things so I don't really know how the overall on these tropes is.

I think soulmate AUs are underused there should be more soulmate AUs because there are so many different takes possible for this, it is such a broad variety of possibilities!

And I think that modern/non-powered AUs are overused but that is also because I really don't like them. Personally, I don't read them at all. I come here because I like what's going on in canon, I want to read these bitches falling in love in their world. Making them average people in today's time usually removes vital elements of their canon dynamic and severely undercuts just how much they have going for them.

I know that sounds a bit hypocritical because I have written a shit-ton of modern/non-powered AUs myself but that's also because I have literally written over 1000 fics and at one point you do run out of ways to make these bitches fall in love in the canon setting and after satisfying that urge, I do feel tempted to go "okay but what if they met under different circumstances" and play around more.

And I'm saying that this trope is overused because sometimes, with some ships, you really will find more modern day AUs than in-universe fics and that just completely baffles me that really shouldn't be a thing in my opinion?? Canon-set and canon-divergent should definitely outweight "so I removed the fun supernatural/scifi/fantasy elements and made them average people" takes on supernatural/scifi/fantasy shows?

W. Wips - How many wips do you have? What is taking the majority of your time currently?

Okay in this case your addition is actually helpful because it narrows this broad-ass question down for me. xD

So I'm going with a broad definition of WIP as "fics that are on my private schedule, even if they are only ideas for now and I am not actively writing them yet" (because that's a distinction for me from the active WIPs I am currently writing).

So Jace WIPs! Well, the most obvious is The High Warlock's Vampires, my current multi-chapter Malace fic. Which was supposed to be three chapters but then I failed so it became five chapters but then I failed again and now it's at a definitely it's gonna be seven chapters. I'm just having way too much fun with this What If scenario.

For March, I have a Malace oneshot coming up on the 2nd that's called Visitors From Another World that's inspired by a comment I got on another Malace fic, asking for the boys being visited by alternate ABOverse versions of themselves that are actually dating and where Jace is currently pregnant with Alec's kid and you know me, how can I resist ABOverse Malace and pining Jace, mh?

There's also the poly week in March and I have a Malace/Jimonael fic planned for the "metamours" prompt on the 9th called Husbands-in-Law, also ABOverse but where Jace gets twice the love. ;D

Then there is another Malace fic for March 30th (March seems to be very Malace heavy, I am just noticing), called The Turned Double Agent that was born over on our Jace Appreciation Discord Server where I went "kay but what if FBI agents Alec and Jace, sent undercover to spy on mob boss Alec but both fall in love with Magnus and also Jace ALREADY is a double agent because his father is Valentine, another big mob boss, so Magnus is trying to turn both his FBI agents" aaand yeah I have to write that too. xD

April's gonna be Jimon and also less Shadowhunters, I'm afraid (poly-week added one fic and March's length and timing of the Wednesdays also added one, but with me currently serving four different fandoms, I kinda... am going to have a rotation this year to alter between DCMK, Shadowhunters, PJO and DC Comics). Anyway, Jimon on April 27th, called The Vampire King's Pet Angel and it's still very vague and conceptual - haven't decided if it's gonna be ABOverse or just blood-drinking, but either way Simon is going to buy himself a Jace when the Downworlders finally decide to say fuck the Clave, take em down and take over, ending with all Shadowhunters either dead or captured. To save Jace, and also because he's really in love with Jace, Simon - the new Daylighter King of all vampires - buys Jace. It's gonna be smutty and kinky, that much I know.

And with that we are actually in May, at which point The High Warlock's Vampires will be over... and replaced with a new multi-chapter Malace fic on May 7th. This one is going to be called Demon On Your Shoulder and it's going to be a soulmate AU featuring daemons. Because I love writing angsty Malace soulmate AUs and it is DAMN time that I write a multi-chapter angsty Malace soulmate AU. And if I go long, that feels like the perfect opportunity to incorporate daemons. But since this is gonna be a while, no spoilery details. ;)

The next Shadowhunters oneshot's going to be on May 25th and while I have the title and what I want it to be about, I actually haven't decided on a ship for it yet. It will be called Praise the Puppy and it was entirely born from the trailer for The Bad Guys featuring the wolf protagonist being called a "good boy" and wagging his tail and me going "holy shit HOW have I not written dogboy!Jace wagging his tail every time he gets praised?! I PRAISE KINK HIM SO HARD AND I PUPPY HEADCANON HIM SO HARD WHY HAVE I FAILED HIM?". So. That needs to be a thing.

Aaand that's how far ahead my schedule's currently laid out, all the way through May, not farther yet. ^^°

(But also I do have plans of posting another prompt list before then because I'm enjoying the writing shorter things right now. So it may also lay in YOUR hands who and what ships can get additional focus by sending me prompts when I reblog prompt lists! ;D)

Fanfic Ask Game

[normal-thoughts-official]

ok idk if u like harry potter (either way fuck jkr) but have u thought about sh characters and hp houses? for magnus i’m torn between hufflepuff and ravenclaw, alec hufflepuff ?? maybe?? and idk for anyone else

its a weird thing because i've always hated hp, even when i was a kid, but i'm kinda interested in discussing the whole houses thing? possibly because the choice between traits is so fucking random and absurd like idk it makes for funny character analysis. so in short let's go

but also, i'll warn u that my takes on this are usually considered kinda spicy. mostly because other ppl r wrong and interpret the characters terribly i go by the canon that the house ur sorted into represents what you value the most, not necessarily what you are (which is why hermione is gryffindor and not ravenclaw for example, and if i'm not mistaken so's neville? idk idc her worldbuilding is bad) so yeah

magnus is definitely hufflepuff for me, no argument about that. like yes he is very smart but i don't think that he values knowledge/intelligence above all else. wisdom maybe, but even then, magnus' character core is and has always been kindness and loyalty. he values kindness and mutual support and community and equality. it's indisputable that he's hufflepuff for me, not only in values but in personality and actions

i like slytherin alec, first because it fits his character arc. like big racist family who loves fascism and is very traditional sounds like slytherin, and at a very young age he'd be their golden boy tbh [EDIT: ive already gotten anon hate over this so please read these posts before freaking out over this part please and thank you] so like, makes sense. but even later alec i think fits slytherin, although in a different way. family above all else, tradition, and ambition? sounds like him. he's a political shark, he's very traditional, and he's loyal as fuck to his family. i'm not against hufflepuff alec per se but i wouldnt say, even by the end of the series, that alec values kindness/community/equality above all else, tbh

raphael is hufflepuff. again, loyalty, community, kindness. i could maybe kiiiiiindaaaaa see why ppl think he fits slytherin aesthetics with his power suits and shit but also raphael is the least ambitious person in like, this entire show lmao his happy ending is literally to become a priest (like i hate the whole mundane thing but u cant argue that that's an ambitious man lol). throughout the show his whole motivation was always protecting his people and his family, and he was shown to be kind and caring even to shadowhunters. and yes okay there was the heidi plotline but like a- it made no fucking sense anyway (both for his character and just plot-wise, like, she wasn't a daylighter, why would he be after her and not simon, what the fuck) so i simply ignore it, and b- even then it doesn't define him or his values. if ppl can see hufflepuff alec when he handed meliorn over to be tortured for basically no reason and was never shown to be particularly caring beyond the people closest to him, i can say hufflepuff raphael when he continuously extended his hand to people who literally betrayed, used and tortured him

maia is hufflepuff and look i know that this sounds like "all my faves are hufflepuffs" but really tho. endlessly loyal to her pack, wants to build a family, her whole thing was always about making the downworld better and making sure her family was okay, i don't see how community and equality aren't defining values for her. "oh muh muh muh she was willing to kill ppl" there was a war going on buddy. it doesn't mean that maia isn't kind and caring. also, again, she is fierce on her ideals, which happen to be family, equality, and community (both as in the pack and the downworld as a whole, see how hard she tried to mend vamp/wolf relationships). she's a hufflepuff

meliorn is a hard one. i think gryffindor or slytherin? tbh i don't think any of the houses really super fits them because again jk's worldbuilding makes no sense like the four personality traits are kind, smart, brave, and racist there are no other ones you sjw snowflake. and okay i know that i just called slytherin the racist house but that was a joke and i can see slytherin meliorn because loyalty and tradition. not really ambitious but not not ambitious either. tbh i could make points for meliorn in all houses, i think wisdom is definitely something they seek and care about, as is bravery (they're literally a knight), as is community, as is tradition. but also i could see them being like "hey sorting hat put me in slytherin i'm a 'mudblood' they're gonna be super pissed". and going there just to be defiant. but no actually i changed my mind completely, they're ravenclaw. i think wisdom and temperance are what they seek the most, because they want to be a good leader/asset for their people. which kinda circles back to hufflepuff but still.... wisdom. i think it suits them

simon is another hard one for opposite reasons like i don't think he truly fits any of the houses? like meliorn fits them all simon fits none. i know ppl always go with hufflepuff simon cuz they think hufflepuff is the dork house and simon is an anxious bean but fuck that noise, hufflepuff isn't the dork house, it's the house for those who believe in mutual aid and support and equality and that's literally canon, hufflepuff existed because it was the only hogwarts founder who believed that everyone had equal right to education. hufflepuff is a fierce house of sjws and people who want to change the world for the better and YES i am aware that for someone who thinks harry potter sucks i sure have strong opinions about it. but that's the thing like there are so many interesting places jk rowling could've gone and instead she chose to write the most superficial shit ever. anyway my point is that hufflepuff is not the dork house so i'm not gonna sort simon there just because he's a dork. but anyway i wouldnt say that he particularly values any of the house's traits. maybe ravenclaw for creativity? or gryffindor because clary is there and he's like "please sorting hat do me a solid" lol

which okay i guess leads me to clary. definitely gryffindor. bravery with a side of recklessness is definitely her thing. she is fierce and she is proud of it. no argument about that

j@ce is also gryffindor in the most annoying obnoxious way. he's just like man i sure like violence watch me prove how macho i am and the sorting hat is like oh no it's one of those gryffindors

izzy.... i can see gryffindor cuz again bravery and just again fits her character arc as she would go there specifically as a fuck you to the lightwood's traditional slytherin shit. but really tho, ravenclaw. she values knowledge, she is hungry for it, she wants to see the world and learn and invent and create you know?? so like yeah ravenclaw

cat.... either ravenclaw or hufflepuff? she just cares about people as a whole but also about wisdom and knowledge so could go either way imo

ragnor... man i really have no idea for ragnor. again aesthetic fits slytherin but is he actually proud, ambitious, cunning? i don't think so. fucking ravenclaw maybe? just like "yes i value knowledge very much now put me in the nerd house where people will leave me alone" lol. ok tho ravenclaw it is

madzie... gryffindor? idk she seems like she would want to have adventure. it's so hard to do this for sh minor characters when their personality was basically based on the shape of the writer's poop that day tbh

camille is slytherin because duh and if we really wanna do a h*gwarts au for some reason, it adds some angsty juices as magnus once again falls in love with a slytherin and doesn't know how to open up and trust (once he meets alec, i mean)

luke is ravenclaw methinks. i guess could have been slytherin because character arc as shadowhunter but like... he's just a wise and caring figure. i could see hufflepuff but i think his thing is less equality/community and more family, but post-sh luke doesn't exactly fit "proud, ambitious, cunning" either. so yeah methinks ravenclaw. same for alaric i guess

who else exists lmao. i feel like i'm forgetting somebody but idk who so i guess i'll reblog or edit if i think of someone elsIT WAS DOT okay so i think either hufflepuff or ravenclaw. kinda hard because her whole personality was "cares about clary" so idk but like loyalty and care seem like character traits that suit her? also she was knee deep in trauma and still cared about helping magnus so... yeah hufflepuff

[fictionalrambles]

Shadowhunters Fandom Story - Part Eight

Submitted by Contesse2020

Five Fave Fics:

Of Splendor in the Grass by @lecrit​

Why I love this fic: Lecrit was one of the first authors I read fan fiction from. And this one I read in the library at my University, it was packed with people because it was in the middle of exams, and students were stressing with catching up on their curriculum. I was sat in one of the comfy chairs beside a window with a beautiful view of campus covered in snow.

So, I read it in one go. And I just cried and cried, really trying not to have other students notice me. This struck a chord In me, reminding me how brutal history is and how many people around the world still struggle with something as basic as being allowed  to love. I love the authors way of driving the story forward through the protagonist inner life, there is a poetry in the way she writes. Cried some more because of the happy ending - dehydration was on my mind.

I have not dared reread it, the emotional reaction was so strong. I had to go through the fic and try and find some quotes:)

Fave Quotes: 

«Different would have to wait another life»

«Magnus kissed him, and all the poetry in the world paled in comparison. He was home. Free at last»

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The Lonely Hearts Hotline by @unrestrainedlyexcessive​

Why I love this fic: This fic I have read more times than I care to admit - just love it.

It is actually kind of dark in the emotions and growth Alec goes through, but Fatale always highlight the difficulty with finding yourself.

And even though you reach «adulthood» you don’t need to have your shit together. Which is nice to read since I’m in my thirties and really don’t know anything, that I’m still learning who I am. Not to mention your own agency in your life - don’t let things just happen to you - be active.

The humor is exquisite, I’m laughing like a loon one minute and feeling emotional the next. And of course it is H-O-T as fuck.

The plot is original and fun, it kind of makes you cringe and think OMG Alec - love it. But also it is the nitty gritty of life.  

I really like the dialogue and that is what makes me laugh the hardest. So I will just quote some of those.

Fave Quotes: 

«Jace answers on the first ring. “Dirty Dan's Disposable Dildo Emporium. Suck 'em, fuck 'em, and chuck 'em. This is Dirty Dan speaking.”

“Ahoy, Mort’s Mortuary service. You kill ‘em, we grill ‘em.”

«Early adulthood is no man's land. You don’t have the experience to matter and no one wants to pay you to gain it (…)»

Ain`t that the truth....

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A Tiny Spark by @magicandarchery​

Why I love this fic: This is my ultimate feel good fic <3 when ever I have read something angsty and painful, I return to this.

Magnus and Alec are in an established relationship trying to make a family, supporting each other - healthy and loving.

Absolutely loved it. We get a heartwarming glimpse into their lives with a newly «adopted» foster child, them being dads - I think I have to read it again, give me those warm and fuzzy feels, please.

Fave Quotes: 

“Just thinking,” Magnus answered, pushing a lock of Alec’s dark hair off of his forehead. Alec’s mouth twitched up at the corners as a sleepy smile played along his lips.

“About what?”

“You.”

“Care to share?” Alec’s eyes opened slowly, and Magnus’ breath caught in his chest the same way it had the first time they had met. Alec’s thumb grazed gently over the outside of Magnus’ hand, and Magnus felt a warm sense of calm spread through him as he entwined his fingers through Alec’s.

Magnus inhaled slowly, deeply. He waited for the flutters of uncertainty to fill him, but instead he felt a different kind of flutter, one of a deep, unending love. Magnus’ tongue darted out, wetting his dry lips, and he tightened his hold on Alec’s hand, centering himself.

When he spoke, Magnus’ voice was barely more than a whisper.

“Marry me?”

Magnus set his phone face down on the table as he spotted Alec and Jace a short distance away, walking toward him, dressed in dark pants and dark t-shirts with the FDNY crest on the chest. Magnus slipped his sunglasses down his nose slightly, a wicked smirk decorating his face when Alec approached the table.

“What’s that look for?” Alec asked, his brow furrowing curiously.

“Just appreciating my man in uniform,” Magnus answered innocently.

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2C by Oumy

Why I love this fic: Did I mention how much I love a pining Alec? That combined with him being all snarky and (to a degree) self-confident is my holy grail. I love how Alec is portrayed in this, he is vulnerable and honest with his emotions. The way they needle each other is funny as hell. Two of my favorite quotes <3 the last one kicked me so hard in the feels.

Fave Quotes: 

So, there he stood, six foot three of fidgeting human, trying to figure out the right way to ask the love of his life to be his salvation.

They made it outside before Magnus got close enough to Alec’s sleeve and pulled him to a stop, and he wasn’t ready for Alec’s outburst as he turned to him and unleashed “You know what? You’re right. I’m done pretending. I’m done pretending like it’s okay that we take swipes at each other the moment something goes wrong. I’m done pretending like it doesn’t fucking kill me that every word out of my mouth is somehow the wrong one and that I can’t seem to catch a break when it comes to you. I’m done pretending like I hate you for the sake of crumbs of your attention. I’m done pretending like it doesn’t faze me when I have to play the role of the villain because for some reason, that was the only part you allowed me to play in your life. I’m done pretending like I don’t care, like my soul didn’t shrivel inside every time you mistook my reaching out to you for an attempt to fuck you over”

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Love is a Gamble by @la-muerta​

Why I love this fic: This one is also a historic AU, since I’m a history nerd. A very angsty fic, and I’m here for it. Bring all the pain and all the feels.

I actually had to read «A Tiny Spark» right after - needed some fluff. My heart just broke for Alec and his struggle to accept his attraction to Magnus, so of course there is pining.

Also Izzy is so bad-ass in this, and I love it.

I just fell in love with all of the characters and their backstory. The plot is exciting, with action and the works - keeps you at the edge of your seat. But the best parts were Alec`s quotes - they did me in.

Fave Quotes: 

Alec shook his head, the violent movement reminding Magnus of a distressed horse. "You don't understand anything. I... There's something wrong with us. With me. You have bedded women - you have a choice in this."

"No, Alexander. There's nothing wrong with you, or with me. This is just the way we are, and the only choice I have in the matter is that I chose not to live a lie," Magnus told him firmly.

"When I confronted Aldertree, he asked me if I was a gambling man. I'm not - and never have been. And loving someone, for someone like me, is a bigger gamble than most. But there comes a point when a man's got to stop arguing with himself. I don't want to fight it anymore," Alec said, meeting Magnus' eyes squarely. "I'm not telling you this because I expect you to return my feelings. I know you don't feel that way about me. I just... never mind. I apologise if this has made things between us uncomfortable, I hope we can still be friends-"

[faejilly]

wip meme :) can i ask about SH "i do" the infamous arranged marriage au, "wing!fic" cause **yeet**, and "rubbish heap" amnesia <3 <3 <3

anyone can always ask about ALL THE THINGS. Not sure I know what you want from them, though, so feel free to poke at me again if this isn’t it.

The infamous arranged marriage au was originally a twitter thread: here

I started it for a Big Bang and realized it was going to be too long to get done in the time frame, and have revisited it multiple times since then, but I keep rushing, I think, because I don’t usually write long fic, and to be done properly this one needs a very slow burn, which isn’t something I usually write either, and trying to slow down and linger in it is apparently not in my usual skillset.

They need that initial spark when they meet, that’s so intrinsic to their relationship, I think, but then they both pull back (for good in universe reasons) and I keep not pulling back hard enough, I think, and then I’ve lost all my conflict and it’s very dull.

But that first oh no he’s hot is still delightful.

Finally they were let inside, and led to a conference room. Their escorts waved them in without entering the room themselves, and Magnus heard them start to walk back down the hallway to whatever it was Shadowhunters did when they weren't lording themselves over anyone else forced to exist in their presence, when he heard the footsteps stutter to a halt.

"Where do you think you're going?" The voice from the hallway was low, but sharp enough to carry into the conference room. Magnus rolled his eyes. Apparently they weren't supposed to be left alone, not even here, in the front wing of the Institute, which was as public as anything in the Shadow World ever got. He couldn't quite catch the guards' responses, some annoyed sounding mutter that got cut off by that same low voice, though it was somehow even sharper the second time. "Ashkeep. Kitchens. Refreshments. Proper ones, you know very well what they're supposed to get. Don't linger."

Magnus froze, his eye-roll interrupted half-way through.

"Wellstone." The voice continued, clearly annoyed at the guards, not the Downworlders that waited just out of sight. Magnus wondered if said voice knew that they could hear him. "Go to the library for the marriage portfolios, like you should have at the beginning of your shift when you got the assignment. And both of you, stop wasting our guests' time."

Magnus shared a glance with Kalyani, who looked even more startled than Magnus felt. The unknown Shadowhunter had just called them guests, with the implied corollary that he expected his fellow Nephilim to be good hosts. Or, well. He'd been in the hallway to re-direct the guards, he probably didn't expect the Nephilim to be good hosts, but he had the clout to make them behave better despite themselves? Or something? Magnus couldn't resist a quick shrug with raised eyebrows at Lorenzo, who shifted a little in his chair, clearly trying to appear less startled than Magnus or Kalyani, but not doing a very good job of it.

"My apologies," the voice had reached their doorway, and the unknown Shadowhunter stepped inside with a polite nod. 

Magnus' brain stuttered to a halt. 

He blinked, wondered if maybe he was hallucinating. Nothing changed. He was still staring at Mr. Improbably Tall, Dark, and Handsome, the young man standing in front of them at something approximating parade rest. The graceful line of his shoulders was set off by the dark black lines of the rune on his neck, and he was even almost smiling, the apology in his words echoed by the expression on his face. 

Or he was until he met Magnus' eyes, and for half-a-breath he seemed to stutter to a halt, too.

SEE? They’re so fun.

Anyways.

So the wing!fic is a weird hodgepodge of Serious Politics and Alec’s Wings Like Magnus And Refuse To Behave Normally. I feel both points are underscored by this running mental commentary of Alec thinking about all the stuff he won’t admit out loud. Which is a salty joke, he doesn’t want people to know he maybe doesn’t hate them! But also, he’s never admitting his feelings out loud and then I’m sad.

Magnus is flirting with him and he doesn't know what to do with that. He knows even less what he's supposed to do when their hands touch before the ritual and his wings curl, want to wrap around Magnus' body the same way their fingers are pressed together, wants more in a way he's never let himself before.

And then it all goes to shit and he almost gets Jace killed and everyone knows, and his wings are tucked so tightly closed they ache, and he’s never ever taking the glamour off again.

&

Magnus calls and asks him for a drink and he says yes without a thought, and his wings snap open and flap, once, hard enough he can practically feel the breeze even through his glamour.

And then he has to say no, and he feels them droop in disappointment, and it takes more concentration than he’ll ever admit to make himself lift them up so it doesn’t feel like they’re dragging on the ground as he goes after Clary.

&

He finds a perch with a relatively clear line of sight, and uses his runes to listen for the familiar lilt of Clary's voice. (She's arguing. With the Alpha. God, she's an idiot. He hates that he kind of likes her nerve, though. Not that he's ever going to admit that out loud.)

&

Simon's stuffed in a locker room in the back, and actually quite easy to rescue. And even cooperative about it, listening while Alec tells him how he's going to get him out, minus a surprisingly short holy fuck are those wings? tangent, which is a nice change from everyone else in his life lately. (Except Magnus.) He definitely likes the mundane better than Jace or Izzy at the moment. Not that he's telling Simon that, ever.

AND IT DOESN’T GET BETTER. ON EITHER COUNT.

But I’m not quite sure how terrible it’s going to get, and if I let it get as terrible as I think it should, I’m not sure how I’ll pull it back out again, and I 💯 believe in happy endings after that sort of angst, so. It’s lingering in stasis for now.

RUBBISH HEAP

Honestly, the amnesia’s the least terrible of the three things I crammed together, and I feel that that maybe says things about me I don’t usually admit. :D But yes! Amnesia!Magnus!

Magnus flinched back, but he looked confused now, rather than angry. He looked like he was starting to realize this might be more than just a weird Shadowhunter with an awkward proposition.

"Catarina Loss." Alec managed an eternity later, after they'd been staring at each other long enough for his heart to start beating again. "We should call Cat."

"You know Catarina?" Magnus' posture eased, and Alec couldn't decide if that made things better or worse, if he should be relieved that Magnus still remembered her, or if it hurt even more because whatever was wrong appeared to just be about Alec himself. Again. 

Alec closed his eyes and swallowed. It took another breath before he could nod. You introduced us. He didn't think it would help to say that out loud. Instead he fumbled out his phone and scrolled to her number, dropping his phone with an uneven thud on the table after he hit the speaker button.

"Alec?" Cat's voice came through after only two rings, and Alec shuddered with relief. "It's the middle of my shift, can this wait?"

"Cat." Alec stopped, completely unable to think of what to say next that wouldn't just turn into a wail or a scream. Apparently he sounded broken enough he didn't need to, because he could hear her inhale, loud and ragged. 

"Are you ok? Is Magnus—"

"You know this Shadowhunter?" Magnus interrupted.

The noise Cat made was remarkably similar to the one Alec had just done himself, which was oddly comforting. She figured out follow-up words faster than he had, though. "Where are you?"

[imlaxdris71]

The Price of Blood

It’s finally here! I’m so incredibly excited to drop the first chapter of my Once Upon a Time/Shadowhunters AU fic for @cssns​ this year. Thank you so much to @ultraluckycatnd​ for being my beta and being patient with me and my inability to stay in one tense while I write. Thank you to @kmomof4​ for her beautiful artwork for this fic. And thank you to everyone from the discord chat that encouraged this idea. So here is my first chapter of The Price of Blood, please let me know what you think! You can find it on ao3 too! First chapter is under the cut.

What’s Past is Prologue

Killian storms down the steps of the Institute in a fury. Once again, Aldertree has benched him and he was taken off the murder of the Werewolf girl, citing that he was too close to the case and was needed to help train the younger kids.

Too close his arse; the only reason they pulled him off was because he pointed out that the scene showed no sign of it being a Werewolf-on-Werewolf attack, but rather that it seemed more like the work of a rogue Shadowhunter. Aldertree had taken great pleasure in reminding him that just because his old fling was killed by a rogue Shadowhunter didn’t mean that every dead Werewolf girl was killed like that. Liam had had to hold him back from decking Aldertree across his smug face for that comment.

If Aldertree won’t actually investigate the poor girl’s murder, he will. But that means asking questions in such a way that he doesn’t rile up the Downworlders so the news makes it back to Aldertree. With the recent surge of Downworlder deaths, however, asking questions without stepping on toes is going to be difficult.

Although , Killian thinks, the best way to get information is to spend time among the Downworlders and try and overhear something . With that thought in mind, Killian heads to Swan’s Spirits , hoping to multi-task and get his mind off the images of Milah’s body flashing through his mind while finding out who exactly murdered the young Werewolf.

Stepping into the bar, Killian feels some of the tension leave his body. Despite being raised a Shadowhunter, he often felt more at home amongst his mother’s people. And Swan’s Spirits was known for being a bit more friendly to all members of the Shadow World, unlike the Vampire bar Plasma or the Werewolf restaurant Bisclavret . Killian slips onto one of the stools near the bar and waits for the blonde Faerie, Ashla, working behind the bar to come take his order. When Ashla notices him, her eyes widen and she darts over to take his order.

“What are you doing here, Jones?” she hisses at him. Killian raises an eyebrow at her tone. While certainly not the best of friends, he has worked with Ashla enough for her animosity to be surprising. She must see this in his face because she sighs. “The wolves are fired up tonight and some of them are out for blood. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes that that poor girl was the victim of a rogue and the Shadowhunters brushing it off as Downworld-on-Downworld violence has brought out the worst.” Killian grits his teeth in anger, jerking his head in a short nod.

“Aye, I know. That’s why I’m here. Aldertree benched me from the case by pointing that very fact out. I’m here to see if I can find out who the actual murderer was.” Ashla softens a bit more, nodding in appreciation.

“Well, I know that she was a member of the Misthaven pack, and that whoever killed her has to be particularly devious.” That roused Killian’s interest. He had already figured that the poor child had been a member of the Misthaven pack, but that last tidbit sounds interesting.

“Oh? How do you figure that?” Ashla glances around the bar for a second before leaning forward.

“Snow has been cracking down hard on her pack, instigating a curfew and a rule that no one travels alone. And the pups are always supposed to have at least two adult pack members watching them. So, whoever this was had to somehow lure her away from the protection of the pack.” Killian frowns at this information. What on earth would convince a 13-year-old girl that it was safe to leave the safety of the pack when it’s clear that the Alpha had explained the danger? Werewolves didn’t disobey the Alpha for any old reason. Before he can question Ashla further, however, a strong hand clamps down on his shoulder.

“And what do we have here? An angel all by his lonesome? Just come back from murdering more little girls?” A low voice laced with the strong smell of liquor growls in his ear. Killian closes his eyes. Shit . This was going to get ugly fast. Ashla opened her mouth, maybe to defend him, maybe to institute the bar policy that everyone was welcome, no matter what species, but the voice continues before she could interject. “We don’t need your kind here, especially not half-blood Fairies that can’t figure out whether they like boys or girls. I know all about your reputation, Jones. You’ll go after anything with two legs. That extend to little girls now, too? Get your rocks off on killing them? Huh?” Killian snarls in anger, whirling around to shove the wolf off of him.

“Go chase your own tail, why don’t you? I’m no murderer. And find a better damn insult than half-blood, you mangy mutt.” Killian barely finishes his sentence before a meaty paw is flying at his face. He barely managed to duck the fist, but before he could recover, the wolf’s left hook catches him square across the jaw.

Plain explodes in Killian’s face and he has to grit his teeth and blink the stars from his eyes, already dropping down to get out of the way of more fists. Backing away from the wolf, Killian sees two other Werewolves backing the ringleader, all three looking very eager to spill his blood. Killian reaches for his stele, but before he can snag it to activate his runes, the angry ringleader leaps the distance between the two of them, shedding his human skin along the way and landing an agonizing slash across Killian’s abdomen. Killian punched the wolf in the nose, throwing him off, but before he could stand back up, the two other wolves have closed the distance and decide that stomping their heavy boots down on his face and ribs would be an effective method of keeping him down. Killian finally manages to grab one of their boots and uses it to upend the wolf, sending him sprawling into the other one, knocking them both back.

Killian groaned as he got to his feet, reaching again for his stele, hoping to activate his iratze rune so that he could at least begin to heal, when he hears that low growl again. By the Angel, could he not get a break tonight?! Killian turns carefully, keeping one eye on the two downed wolves and the other on the gray wolf that was clearly ready to pounce and rend him limb from limb. But just as the wolf leaps, he froze in midair.

Killian’s eyes dart around, trying to find the Warlock that had just wonderfully aided him from being ripped apart. His eyes widen when they settled on the woman emerging from the crowd, one hand held up to hold the wolf in place. She is gorgeous with shining, golden hair and ridiculously green eyes. She’s clearly dressed for the comfortable atmosphere of the club in a simple white sweater and jeans, but the clothes didn’t hide the white, almost tiger-like stripes that marked her as a demon-blooded Warlock.

“Are you quite done, Leroy?” she asks the gray wolf shortly. Killian is shocked when the wolf actually looked abashed, as did the other two who had accompanied the ringleader. The woman lowers the wolf to the ground, releasing the spell. “I don’t stand for people causing trouble in my bar, is that understood Leroy? I think you, Walter, and Tom should head back to your pack and sober up.” The woman’s voice makes it clear it was not a suggestion. Tom, one of the unshifted Werewolves opens his mouth, outrage clear, but snaps it shut when the Warlock sends an unamused glare his way.

Leroy snarls lowly at Killian before turning around to leave the bar, with one of the wolves muttering a last parting shot. “Good luck, half-blood. She’s going to rip you apart worse than us.” Killian shifts, feeling slightly uneasy before turning his eyes back to the woman who apparently owned the bar. He opens his mouth to thank her for helping him, but closes it just as quickly when she sends that same unamused glare his way.

“Come with me.” It was very clearly an order, so Killian nods and limps his way after her, feeling with sudden alacrity every bruise, broken rib, and cut that adorned his body, his stomach hurting the worst where the wolf had slashed him. Once they were ensconced in the woman’s office, Killian faces her once again, intent on thanking her and apologizing for causing trouble.

“I’m sorry for disrupting your bar, but thank you for your help.” The woman snorts at him, narrowing her eyes.

“I did not do it for you, little nephilim. I did it because your kind are already murdering us; we don’t need a reason for a sanctioned hit.” Killian opens his mouth to protest, not doubting that Aldertree would take any reason to bring the Accords down on the Downworlders, but that he would rat them out, but the woman cuts him off first. “You made a very unwise decision to come here tonight, especially considering what happened last night.” Killian jumps on that opening.

“That’s why I’m here. The girl, she was killed by a rogue, but Aldertree kicked me off the case to declare it a case of Werewolf-on-Werewolf crime. But I want to find the real murderer.” The woman narrows her green gaze further. Surely that color can’t be natural, another mark perhaps? Killian shakes his head, trying to dislodge the distracting thoughts.

“Why would you care about whether or not the true murderer is found? What could you possibly hope to gain by going against your precious Clave to discover a “rogue” Shadowhunter who’s doing the work your Clave wants done anyway?” The bitterness and rage in the woman’s voice is clear, clouding her eyes, and darkening her expression. Killian swallows and grits his teeth, flinching when it makes the wounds on his face flare with pain.

“I am well aware of how unseriously members of the Clave take events like this, but the Law is the Law and Downworlders are protected by the Accords. Whether or not the Clave is willing to turn a blind eye, I am not. Innocents, children or otherwise, being murdered is supposed to be fully investigated, not written off. I refuse to stand by and neglect my duty.” Killian catches a slight flare of surprise, followed by admiration in the woman’s eyes before it is covered up again. Her Warlock stripes pulse slightly.

“It’s not just that, is it? You have a personal stock in this.” Killian sighs at the accusation in the woman’s tone. But, for all his frustration with constantly having his motives questioned, she has several centuries worth of reasons not to trust him.

“My mother is Alycia, a handmaiden to the Faerie Queen. I am well aware of the prejudice that the Clave holds against Downworlders, and the way it treats half-bloods like myself. And-” Here, Killian hesitates. It would be easy to present this woman with the same reason he gives everyone—he’s a half-blood and the Clave only tolerates him and Liam because their father is a member of one of the old-blood Shadowhunter families. But the respect he had seen in the woman’s gaze, her willingness to help him against other Downworlders—he wants to tell her. Tell her about Milah, and seeing her body ravaged, tortured, broken by a rogue Shadowhunter—a Shadowhunter that the Clave never caught because they didn’t try, because Milah was just a Werewolf.

Killian closes his eyes against the rush of memories, struggling to keep his breathing and rage under control. Once he feels moderately under control, Killian opens his eyes again, not entirely unsurprised to find something like concern in the Warlock’s gaze. “And because a rogue Shadowhunter murdered the woman I loved and the Clave did nothing to bring her murderer to justice. I won’t let another case be swept under the rug. I can’t .” Killian knows that the woman can likely see the fury and the anguish that he can’t hide when he speaks about Milah.

“Emma Swan. My name is Emma Swan. I am the High Warlock here. You want justice for the Downworlders being murdered? So do I. But you can do something about it without starting a war. So I’m going to make a deal with you, Shadowhunter. You help me find out who is murdering Downworlders in my city and I’ll keep the other Downworlders off your back.” Killian starts slightly at the woman’s words. She—She’d really be willing to help him? And she isn’t just any Warlock, but the High Warlock. She could get him information that he could never dream of having access to.

“Aye, you’ve got yourself a deal, love. My name is Killian Jones, since we seem to be exchanging names. Although I was rather fond of calling you enchanting Warlock in my head. But, Emma, it suits you.” For the first time, Killian sees something like a smile at the corner of the woman’s lovely mouth as she rolls her eyes at him.

“Alright, loverboy. I’ll get you an audience with Snow and David to see what they know. If you went to them by yourself, they’d never speak with you. But I can get you in.” Killian nods, having already figured that out when they went to ask the Alpha and her mate questions in the first place.

“With your permission, I’d like to speak to Ashla about keeping an ear open at the bar for any other information that might be useful.”

“I thought you looked friendly earlier. Friend of yours? Or an ex-lover? Leroy was right about one thing, you do have quite the reputation.”

“Jealous, love? But no, Ashla is a friend through my mother and another Faerie scout. She has her eye on a human, I believe his name is Sean? But us Fae, we have to stick together, you know.” Emma snorts.

“Get out of here, Shadowhunter. I’ve got a bar to run and after that display, I doubt anyone will talk to you tonight.” Killian nods and turns to leave, but a wrong step sends him to his knees in pain. “Are you alright?” Killian grits his teeth and nods.

“I’m alright, I rather think they knocked the handsome out of me, though.” Suddenly, the pain is chased away by a feeling of warmth and Killian opens his eyes to see Emma kneeling beside him, hands out, white light encasing his body as Emma heals him with her magic. Killian stares at her face, entranced by her eyes and the intense focus there, watching as the stripes on her face seem to shine and pulse with her magic. He barely notices as she finishes healing the wounds inflicted by the Werewolves. Her eyes shift from his body to his face.

“I don’t think anyone’s powerful enough to do that.” Killian blinks before coughing, trying to hide the fact that the tips of his pointed ears are turning red. He can flirt with anyone for hours without getting even the slightest bit flushed, but one compliment from this stunning woman and he’s speechless.

“Right. Well, I should be on my way, I wouldn't want to keep my patrons waiting. Take care of yourself, half-blood.” As she leaves, Killian manages a smile because coming from her, half-blood sounded rather like an endearment instead of a curse.

[julemmaes]

My saviour

“I’m the kid who never pays attention in class and you’re the one who always gives me the answer when the teacher calls on me” AU

A Matthew Fairchild and Lucie Herondale Modern Day School AU

Okay this is the very first time I write something like this, but I really enjoyed writing it, so if you’d like to read more (because for some insane reasons you liked my writing) let me know and feel free to send me a ship and a prompt. It could be anything from shadowhunters to acotar to tog.

If you find any mistakes in the language PLEASE LET ME KNOW, because as you can say from my bio, English is not my first language and I’d really appreciate constructive criticism.

That’s all, now go enjoy Matthew being a dork:)

Word count: 2,994

“Mr Fairchild? Perhaps you would like to be escorted to Miss Fray’s classroom? Perhaps you would draw in a more comfortable position.”

Matthew’s head snapped at the name of his favorite art teacher. He sat up straight, realizing that the gaze of twenty boys was fixed on him. He smiled at the teacher, putting the pencil on the desk and shrugging, “No Miss Wrayburn. I was listening, I am so interested in your lectures that sometimes I get lost in historical stories and I like to illustrate them.” He ended with a sly smile, resting his chin on his hands. Miss Wrayburn, noted for her severity as a history teacher, smiled in return, placing her book on the chair and crossing her arms on the chest.

“So if I asked you what happened between June 19th and 20th, 1944 in the Pacific you would be able to answer me?” She asked her and smiled at him with the same sarcasm. Matthew began to sweat: he had already brought home two very bad grades that week, if he brought a third one, his mother Charlotte would surely have sent him to a private school, and it would have been a suicide. Think Math, think. 1944, World War II, Japan, Roosevelt. His thoughts were interrupted by the small voice of the girl beside him, “The Battle of the Philippine Sea”, whispered with one hand in front of her mouth to avoid being seen by the teacher. Matthew stilled on the chair, before coughing and repeating what his classmate had just suggested. Wrayburn seemed surprised and tilting her head asked him one more question, but he had completely lost the thread.

The girl who sat next to him was beautiful. A stunning beauty. The locks of dark brown hair fell on her shoulders like waves and surrounded her delicate white face. The eyes of a pale blue were moving frantically, looking first at him and then at the blackboard, where the teacher was writing three important events of the war between the USA and Japan. He collected himself, looking again at the girl, before the teacher called him one more time, asking him to put into chronological order the battles she just wrote down. He answered quietly with the help of the girl and when Wrayburn considered it sufficient enough not to put a bad grade, going back to explain to the class, Matthew could finally bask in the beauty sitting next to him.

Her writing was so delicate and at the same time… ferocious. Yes, he was going to describe it as ferocious, as if writing were something that she did very often and gladly. Plus, she seemed to be writing down everything the teacher said, without missing a single thing. He wanted to introduce himself, but he didn’t know how to do it without disturbing her. Because she looked like the kind of student who would bite your head off if she lost the theacher’s train of thoughts.

He looked around again for the answer, as if looking at the door or at thewindow, the idea would appear in front of him. And that’s exaclty what happened.

He took a blank piece of paper and started scribbling something. The design took shape and a golden retriver appeared (which tremendously reminded Matthew of Mr Oscar Wilde, his dog) with a blonde hair like his and a sparkling green leash. Satisfied with his work he made a small cartoon over the dog that said “Pleased to meet you, I’m Matthew, but you can call me Math. Thanks for the rescue, could you help me with one last question I absolutely need to know the answer to cause my school career could be at risk if I don’t?”

He moved slightly away from the desk to see the final result and nodded smugly, bent the paper in two, before sliding it slowly towards the girl’s desk. As expected, she did not pay him much attention before the ringing of the bell and even after, as she collected all her things and put them quickly in the bag, she didn’t notice the drawing, putting it together with the rest of her notes. Matthew was about to walk to her and ask her what her name was in person, but as soon as he got up, he found himself in front of Thomas Lightwood, his lifelong best friend and the kindest person he knew. He passed him without ceremony to see if the girl was always in the class, but by now the only ones left were the two of them and the students of the next class were already entering and sitting at the desks.

He snorted taking his stuff and starting to walk next to Tom, headed to the science lab. An nudge from his friend made him turn his head in his direction, eyebrow raised as a question.

“Don’t make that face, you haven’t lost her. She’s with us in science. Has been for years actually.” he said putting his arm around him. Thomas was almost twenty centimeters taller than him, he was close to two meters, and he was huge. Last summer, he had put on more muscle mass than he liked to admit, and it had gotten even bigger.

“I wasn’t thinking I lost her, I just wanted to know her name. She saved my ass earlier, I could always buy her a coffee, you know, to thank her.” He reached his locker, trying to end the conversation, but Thomas didn’t feel the same way, “Sure, and Kit doesn’t blow up his house at least three times a week”; he giggled at his own joke before bringing a hand to scratch his neck. “Although, I have to be honest, I’d like to see you on a date with Jesse Blackthorn’s girlfriend.”

Matthew snorted posing the never-used book of history, and taking the unharmed one of science. Obviously she had a boyfriend. And of course it had to be Jesse fucking Blackthorn. Turning to Tom with a whipped dog face, he asked him if he was joking.

“Oh no, not at all. They’ve been together for a while, but like, just two years, and the fact that you don’t know they’re together is worrying. The whole school knows this.” he answered him as soon as they arrived at Thomas' locker, where the same ritual was repeated for the billionth time.

“I have to remind you that I don’t really give a shit about the people who are in this building or do I have to connect the dots for you?” Math asked leaning against the wall again. He was dead tired and they were only at the second hour. Thinking he was gonna stay in that place till four o'clock got his stomach twisted.

Thomas laughed and the conversation ended there. They saw Christopher outside the chemistry labs, tinkering with giant tomes and test tubes, while Mr Fairchild, Matthew’s father, tried to help him as much as he could without dropping anything. They didn’t have the time to get close enough that from inside the classroom someone was shouting and they both rushed to rescue anyone who had made two wrong substances react.

Tom and Math entered the biology classroom, taking place in the second-to-last row. A few minutes later the girl of history class entered. She sat down at the desk behind Matthew’s, who was about to turn around when the teacher came in, blocking his every initiative. The lesson began immediately and the boy could hear her pen running fast on the paper. He took out the necessary to draw and got lost in his world again and again and again. Until Tom hit him on the arm and he turned to his friend, asking what the hell he wanted.

“What the hell do I want? Well, Mr Fairchild, if you answer this question correctly, I might consider not failing you at my subject.” He couldn’t believe it. Not again. Matthew turned slowly to the teacher, reducing his lips to a thin line, waiting for the question that would end his life.

“If the function of ribosomes is selectively blocked in a cell, what do you immediately stop, Mr Fairchild?” Professor fade asked severely. He was ready to say that no one in that cabbage class would know the answer, but the voice of his guardian angel was as clear as light behind his back, “The translation.”

“The translation, professor.”

“Translation of what, Matthew?”

“Of RNA,”; she told him, once more.

“Of RNA, sir.” he nodded, seemed convinced of what he was saying, and sighed with relief when the lesson resumed undisturbed. He turned slightly, smiling at the girl from above his shoulder. She was staring at him and in her left hand, reaching out to him, she was holding a folded piece of paper. He took it without the teacher noticing and opened it discreetly. In the corner of his eye he saw Thomas trying to spy on what was written on the paper.

When he saw it was his drawing, his chest swelled. Next to her dog there now was a little blue bird, with her wings folded on her hips, so she looked angry. It wasn’t as pretty as his dog, and it looked like it had been drawn in a hurry, but it was very cute, and above it the inscription “What, do I have to save you again?” was clear in her perfect handwriting.

He had to refrain from laughing, because the drawing was most likely done right after the history lesson, so this would be the third time that Matthew needed to be saved.

He started drawing again, this time making a kitten trying to catch the bird from below, with the phrase “Don’t worry, this is quite simple. What’s your name?” He could have easily asked Thomas and he would have answered him in less than a second. When he put his arm back and felt that the paper was being taken from his hand, he smiled, beginning to mind his own business once again. Only when the bell announcing the end of classes rang did he realize that the only color he had used during that time was blue.

“My name is Lucie, Lucie Herondale. But you can call me Luce.” He saw a thin, pale hand appear in his field of vision, and he almost jumped out of the chair. He raised his head and shook her hand. He smiled in the only way he knew, with his dazzling charm, and when he spoke, the voice came out like a shrill sound, “I am-” he coughed several times, while Lucie giggled and there, behind her, was Thomas, eyes wide open, holding a hand to his mouth to avoid bursting into laughter, “You’re Matthew, yeah, I already know.” she smiled at him.

“Yeah, yeah. The dog. It’s mine. I thought it’d be cute and wanted to thank you for all these rescues. My mother would kill me if she found out that I didn’t study anything and I-” he was interrupted by the voice of someone who had just appeared on the classroom door. A boy as tall as him, with black hair and the eyes of a spooky, pungent green, was extending his hand toward her, while with the other one he was balancing himself on the door, “Lulu let’s go, Jamie and Grace are waiting for us in front of your locker.” He looked away from her to Matthew and vice versa a couple of times before smiling shily at the two boys.

Lucie turned to Jesse Blackthorn and with a movement of her head made him understand that she would be there in a minute.

“Of course, there’s no problem. I’d rather help people than see them fail.” she said turning to Math again, “See you in class, I guess.” She smiled at him one last time and, putting her hands in her pockets, went out, following her boyfriend into the crowded hallway.

Matthew remained with his waving hand raised in the air until Thomas' laugh awoke him from his trance. He looked at his friend, pushed him sideways to pass him, and unceremoniously he told him to fuck off.

“C’mon Math. It was ridiculous. Pathetic. Humiliating. I can laugh sometimes, right?”

“Why? With me you don’t laugh enough?” Christopher asked by appearing at Thomas' side out of nowhere.

“Jesus Kit, where did you come from?” said Thomas bringing a hand to his chest.

“From the chemistry lab, of course. By the way, Math,” he said addressing the blond one, “your father wanted to know if you’d eat at home tonight and I told him we were going out. Cause we do go, right? It is Friday and tomorrow mom and dad won’t be here, so I can go back anytime I want tonight.” Thomas was already nodding, starting to think in his little head the worst ways to risk their lives. Matthew was trying so hard not to think about Lucie Herondale, and that kept him from not being able to do so.

What an idiot he was. And that sound? Where did that voice come from? He was sure she was telling her perfect boyfriend right now how this dumb classmate who didn’t know shit had trouble controlling his fucking vocal cords.

“What’s going on in that empty head of yours?” Anna Lightwood. Thomas' cousin and Christopher’s sister, but also Matthew’s faithful friend, was dressed exactly like him that day, which made her pout, “Classy. But I have to say that they look better on me.” she smiled widely, taking him and Kit arm in arm, and heading for the next lesson.

Luckily, Matthew thought, we all have art together. That was his hour of leisure, even though he normally did nothing different, but at least he would get compliments from Miss Fray, or how he called her, Clary. He had met his art teacher outside the school, in fact it was he who had told her that their old teacher would retire and that there was a vacant chair. They had become close friends during a painting course and when he met her at school he had felt nothing but immense happiness.

“Our Matthew impressed some cute girl today.” said Thomas in the tone of someone who’s been around. Anna suddenly stopped in the hallway, staring at him with gaping mouth.

“And let’s hear, who would be the lucky one?” she asked, again walking. Christopher seemed interested, too, but not as much as his sister, who looked like a child on Christmas morning.

“Nobody.” answered Matthew at the same time as Thomas said, “Lucie Herondale.”

“Are you kidding? But you know he’s with Blackthorn, right?” She asked him in astonishment, as she glared him, as if he were the only fool in the world who did not know which couples were in this stupid school.

“Yes I know, and I didn’t impress, we just talked because she saved my ass a couple of times.”

They continued to speak even after entering the art lab and even during the lesson. Matthew was surprised when he noticed that the teacher pretended not to listen when she passed by them, but that she tended her ear to eavesdrop better.

The next lesson would be that of literature, without any of his friends, and thinking of having to spend a whole hour without Tom or Kit made him feel sick, but maybe today he could do it. A rest hour after all the comments and jokes Thomas made would have done him good.

He sat at the usual place and with a pleasant surprise noticed that on the other side of the class was Lucie. She was chatting with a redheaded girl who had little dark skin. Matthew remembered she was one of the newcomers and that she had a particular name, Carla… Carlotta perhaps. Consuela.

He began to stare at his hands with a thoughtful glare.

How was it possible that in all those years he had never noticed her? How was it possible that they had so many classes in common that they never spoke? He looked up once more to look at her and noticed that she had moved into the desk next to his and her friend sat right in front of her. He greeted them both with a broad smile.

“Hey Math, this is Cordelia. She’s from Paris. Cordelia, this is Matthew.” He smiled at him and Matthew’s world was once again a little happier.

“I’m actually from London, but I’ve been living in Paris for the last five years.” Cordelia explained before paying attention to Miss Loss, who had just entered. A strange fellow, Catarina Loss.

She had the skin of a cadaveric white, and the hair was of a sky blue so bright that sometimes Matthew would get lost staring at them by how much it was intense.

He heard a comment from Lucie about his memory-loss episodes and laughed silently, starting to scribble on the desk.

Twenty minutes passed before the obvious happened, “Fairchild, who wrote Songs of Innocence and Experience?” They can’t be serious, Matthew looked briefly in Lucie’s direction and she giggled before miming with her lips Wlliam Blake. Matthew almost laughed when he began to speak, but after that the teacher immediately left him alone. Cordelia also seemed amused, because she looked at him from above her shoulder smiling and returning to the reading shortly after.

He stared at Lucie, and thought that if anyone saw him they would think he was a pervert, because she turned to him, probably due to the intensity with which he was looking at her, and smiled at him.

Perhaps, to surprise her, he would start studying, so the responsibility would not fall on her alone, but in that moment, Matthew thought, it was enough to have his saviour by his side and everything would be fine.

Please leave a comment, even if you didn't like it, cause it would mean the world to me

[blainesebastian]

8 12 18 42 for the fanfiction asks pls!

thank you so much for the ask bb <3

General: 8. Do you read WIPs?

I do read WIPs as long as they’re updated regularly. I know that’s a bit snobby but I hate waiting for things. Generally, if I’m writing a chapter fic I’ll have a few things to post all at once so I don’t keep people waiting (because I’m paranoid lol) bUT yes, long story long, I will read WIPs (but I do often look for ‘completed’ fics first).

General: 12. What turns you away the most from a fic?

Formatting, for one. If there’s no spacing between dialogue and description, that drives me crazy. This is also coming from a teacher side of me where it’s like, read your fic (or have someone else read it) before you post. I definitely make mistakes, even when reading my own fic out loud to make corrections but like...don’t post a fic without reading it first? Because often there’s glaring mistakes (I made this same mistake in the past when I first started writing).

On a deeper level, bad characterization drives me bananas. I get that we all want certain things to happen that we might not / won’t get to see in the show and that AUs and fics are a place for that (that’s one of the best things about writing) but I feel like that often means people write characters extremely OOC to fit into what they want to read. What’s the point?

Angst: 18. Favorite angst fic?

Oh man okay, here’s 3. A little bit of self control:

‘Round in Circles I go (Man from UNCLE, OT3): This one lends to the title a lot, a lot of the three characters dancing around one another trying to figure out exactly where they sit. Predominantly so much angst until it’s resolved until the end. Wooo. Was a breath of fresh air once they were together though!

The Trembling of Migratory Birds (Inception, OT3): This one has Arthur/Ariadne starting out and it blurs into Eames/Arthur/Ariadne. Great drama all way round with UST and RST ;) but also the case they’re working on is dangerous and I love that shit.

landscape with a blur of consequences (Star Wars, Reylo): this one has a forced marriage, which is one of my favorite tropes, because you know...doth protests too much I think ;)

Fluff: 42. Least favorite fluffy tropes?

This sounds terrible but I don’t like baby or pregnancy fics. I love domestic fics and like...uh, kinda don’t mind getting married fics (though that’s low on my list too) but ‘baby makes 3′ is not my cup of tea and ya’ll can keep it. (Though ironically, certain ships will make the cut. I will read baby fics when it comes to Alec/Magnus (Shadowhunters) or Sebastian/Blaine (Glee). When you think about it, it’s probably obvious why this might happen).

Ask me more fanfic questions here!

[kuiinncedes]

guess who keeps writing random quinntina drabbles in completely unrelated aus and refusing to expand on any of them :D so yeah i wrote a shadowhunters!quinn and tina thing (that i actually might expand on bc i was working on a klaine shadowhunter thing and it’s not super different or anything ANYWAY) idk if i need to explain shit to make it easier to understand or anything but here’s some explanations :P

shadowhunters = demon killers born with angel blood, they draw runes on themselves to do things like heal or give extra agility, strength, etc. also shadowhunters usually have compound last names it’s a whole thing but i kept their last names anyway it doesn’t matter lmao

iratze = healing rune, when a shadowhunter uses one it heals them :P

parabatai = platonically bonded shadowhunters basically, and runes given to someone by their parabatai are sometimes more powerful

Behemoth demons = gross slimy demons with like a giant mouth or something and they’re really hard to kill bc they reform and stuff lol

witchlight = a stone that shadowhunters can use that lights up when they hold it

and i think that’s it, if anyone reads this lol and is confused about any of the shadowhunter aspects feel free to ask me about it :P

also kinda took some things from this prompt list that came across my dash - “you’re bleeding” and “There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow your close.” idk it doesn’t really stick to that tho

oh but yeah that means there’s description of blood and stuff not a lot at all and it’s not graphic or anything but yeah just fyi :3 

ANYWAY YEAH I KINDA REALLY LIKE THIS LDFJSLFJ maybe one day i’ll stop adding this random stuff at the beginning of the ficlets i post lol

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“You’re bleeding.”

“News flash, Fabray, we’re Shadowhunters. It happens.” Tina rolls her eyes, then returns to scanning the surroundings for the Croucher demons that just disappeared. “I can’t believe I got stuck on a patrol with you,” she grumbles.

Quinn scoffs. “I’m not too happy about it either, hon.” She rubs her forearm, bare to the chill of the night air, and examines the wound on Tina’s leg, as best as she can given the distance between them. The blood has already soaked through her gear, the material itself slashed viciously halfway up her thigh. “Let me give you an iratze, at least. It looks bad,” she says, trying to keep the biting in her tone to a minimum. It’s hard, though, around Tina. She thinks she at least succeeds at not sounding like she’s actually going to kill Tina if she gets close.

Tina looks at her with an indecipherable expression, somehow different than the contempt and anger that she usually directs at Quinn. “It’s fine, we don’t have time for that. Mercedes can do it when we get back.” Tina seems to swallow, then looks away. “You know, being my parabatai, it’ll be a lot better than anything you could do.” The insult doesn’t carry half the heat of anything Tina usually says to her, which confuses Quinn. But she doesn’t have time to think on it when Tina’s eyes widen at some point behind her and Quinn whirls around with her seraph blade to meet the dark face of a demon, Tina coming up beside her, stabbing one demon and effectively causing another to vanish with a perfectly-thrown dagger.

Try as she might, Quinn can’t ignore just how insanely good of a Shadowhunter Tina Cohen-Chang is. And it annoys the fuck out of her.

Together they easily kill the demons in the group -- Croucher demons are not the brightest by far -- and Tina is retrieving a dagger from the ground when Quinn sees them. 

Three Behemoth demons, moving sluggishly, and not towards them, but they are going to have to take care of them. 

“What the fuck are Behemoth demons doing in a group…?” Quinn mumbles. They need help for this; no matter how exceptional of a Shadowhunter Tina is, and although Quinn is far from bad herself, two Shadowhunters can’t take on three Behemoth demons. 

“Fuck,” Tina whispers, coming up beside Quinn again. She can’t help but notice how Tina’s dark hair has fallen out of her bun a little, messy strands surrounding her face but of course she still looks so good --

“How do you feel about Behemoths, Fabray?” Tina says quietly, her tone challenging. They’re still just watching the demons, who haven’t done anything yet and have given no indication that they’ve noticed the two Shadowhunters.

Quinn scowls, “Hate them.” Which is an understatement. She and Kurt had a terrible experience with one a few years ago and she prefers not to think about it.

Tina nods. “Same.”

Of course, one of the demons finally turns their way and spots them. “Fuck, we gotta run,” Quinn hisses. She can already see that the demons are dispersing their slimy, disgusting bodies -- she really doesn’t like Behemoths -- to reform somewhere else, no doubt somewhere significantly closer to where they’re standing --

Or behind them. Quinn is yanked sideways by Tina and they sprint down a small road, dark but for the dim street lights reflecting off the wet asphalt.

It doesn’t take long for Quinn to notice something is wrong. She hasn’t patrolled with Tina before, but she’s trained with her, she knows Tina is somewhat faster than her. So why isn’t Tina way ahead of her right now… 

Quinn spares a glance over and right, her leg. Before Quinn can think about it, she’s pulling Tina into a small alley off the side of the road. 

“Shit,” Tina breathes, clenching her jaw and leaning against the wall in this really very narrow alley, they barely have enough space for the two of them, each against one of the walls -- 

Quinn looks at the wound on Tina’s thigh and hisses, “You idiot. You should’ve let me put a damn iratze on you, or you should’ve done it yourself, Angel’s sake -- ”

A Behemoth slides past, dispersing and quickly reforming further up the alley. The other two follow close behind. Quinn presses herself into the shadows of the alley, lessens her breath and tries to force her heart to stop pounding so loudly. She doesn’t think Behemoths have a sense of smell, she’s never learned that, but if they do, she and Tina are screwed and she will need to have a little chat with her demons instructor Will Schuester because this would not be a good time to find that out.

The demons pass. Quinn lets out a slow breath. 

“Lost my stele.” Tina’s breath is coming in shallow gasps; Quinn can tell she’s trying to minimize the sound. The gash on her thigh is way deeper and longer than Quinn realized. It’s hard to see anything with the lack of light in the alley and lack of contrast between Tina’s blood on her skin and the black gear she’s wearing.

“Fuck, do you have a witchlight?” Quinn asks. 

“No.” Tina’s muscles are tight and her body is wound. “It doesn’t matter right now. Call the Institute, we need someone to get rid of those Behemoths.”

Quinn wants to argue, wants to ask Tina if she’s seen her leg, but Tina’s right, infuriatingly. She quickly presses the number for her parabatai on her phone while Tina closes her eyes, resting her head against the brick wall, seemingly trying to calm her breathing.

“Quinn!” Kurt exclaims when he picks up. “What happened? Mercedes said she felt something happen to Tina and you guys have been out longer than you’re supposed to -- ”

“We’re fine,” Quinn interrupts. “Tina’s mostly fine, just a nice cut from a Croucher. We ran into some Behemoths though, need someone to take care of them.”

Kurt groans. “Of course you guys ran into Behemoths.” There’s some faint talking in the background -- Quinn can make out Mercedes demanding to know where her parabatai is, some other voices chime in that she can’t recognize. “Okay, luckily Mike’s here and he can go try to magic them away or whatever he does. Beiste is going with him. Mercedes and I will meet up with you and Tina. Send me your guys’ patrol location.”

“Don’t you know it?”

“Yes, but send it to me anyway,” Kurt says, exasperated, but Quinn can tell he doesn’t really mean it. “Okay? Be careful.”

“Always am.” She ends the call and shoves her phone back into her pocket. Then she remembers Tina, who’s sitting against the wall, legs stretched out in front of her and looking exhausted. 

“Here,” she says, finding her stele and holding it out to her. Tina gives her a half-smile and accepts it. She rolls up her jacket sleeve to draw the rune on her forearm, flowing black lines of the iratze stark against her skin in the dim light. 

“Kurt and Mercedes are coming,” Quinn says. “And Mike and Beiste for the demons.”

“Good, saves me from more time with you,” Tina mumbles halfheartedly.

Quinn rolls her eyes. “Let me help,” she says, kneeling down and reaching for her stele. “It will work better closer to the heart -- ”

“I’m fine,” Tina says hurriedly, leaning away from Quinn slightly. Quinn ignores the slight disappointment she feels at that and exclaims, “Are you serious? Your leg is still pouring blood, you can see that, right?”

Tina swallows. “I don’t want you that close to me.” Her voice is resigned, quiet and Quinn can barely hear her.

“Again, are you serious? What the fuck did I ever do to you?” Quinn knows she shouldn’t be getting angry, especially when they don’t know how far the demons are and they could hear her raised voice -- can Behemoth demons hear? Mr. Schue really didn’t do a great job in their demon education -- and come back to finish them off.

“Quinn, just… just don’t.” Tina rolls her stele back towards her. “Thanks for the stele.”

“No, I want to know! I want to know what the fuck I did to make you treat me like this, because I sure didn’t ask for it.” Quinn is seething now, unable to stop even if she tried. “When we were kids you were okay, but ever since the Shadowhunter Academy you’ve been such an asshole to me, and now you can’t even let me near you to help you, to put a fucking iratze on you -- ”

“I have feelings for you!” Tina yells, effectively shutting Quinn up. Quinn looks down at her in surprise. 

“What -- ?”

Tina puts her head in her hands, running them through her hair and pulling out her bun, her shining black hair spilling across her shoulders. “I… can’t let you near me because… I’m scared,” she says softly to her boots. “I’m scared of what my feelings mean when you get close to me and I want to kiss you so fucking badly... I want to be with you. I -- I realized that at the Shadowhunter Academy when I saw other girls kiss each other and I just,” she shakes her head. “I realized I want to do that with you. And I know there’s no chance for that, I get it. But that’s why I’ve been... mean.”

Quinn stares at Tina, jaw dropped open. Tina meets her gaze for a moment, then averts her eyes and smirks slightly, sadly. “It’s fine, Fabray. I’ll stop being an asshole and you don’t have to talk to me again. Except, you know, when Kurt and Mercedes want us all to hang out, but I’ll stay away.”

Quinn wants to say something -- wants to say no, I don’t want that, when the alley floods with light and she turns to see Kurt and Mercedes, the light coming from a witchlight stone in Kurt’s hand. 

“You know,” he says, smiling, “you could’ve come out after the demons left, would’ve made it easier for us to find you.”

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Quinn makes her way through the unfamiliar halls of the Columbus Institute. She has a vague sense of where she’s going but she doesn’t live at the Institute so she’s still a little disoriented. But she mostly tries to follow the sound of voices and sure enough, it leads her to the library, where Mercedes and Tina are huddled together over a book, talking and laughing with each other. She watches them, quietly, awkwardly, for a second, then Tina turns and spots her, smile faltering a little.

“Hey, Quinn,” she says softly. Mercedes turns too and waves at her.

“Hey, guys,” Quinn says. She swallows. “Um, could I talk to Tina for a second?” Mercedes shoots Tina a look. She nods back and Mercedes pats her hand and leaves the library, and now Quinn and Tina are alone.

“How’s your leg?” Quinn asks, deciding to stall.

Tina smiles a little, walks up to her. Her hair is in braids today. “Good as new. Tends to be the case after a few iratzes.”

Quinn nods. “Good.”

A moment passes, then Tina exhales and says, “Look, Quinn… I’m really sorry about what I said in the alley. I… can’t say I didn’t mean it, but I promise I won’t act like anything’s different, okay? We don’t even have to talk about it -- ”

“I want to talk about it.”

Tina stops. “You do?”

Quinn runs a hand through her hair. “You meant what you said?”

A slow nod from Tina, and a deep breath from Quinn.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Quinn says, gaze fixed on the floor between their feet. “I think I feel the same.”

“… what?” 

“I want to kiss you. If you’ll let me.”

At some point, they’ve gotten closer, and now Quinn stands right in front of Tina, their faces almost touching. She barely has to move to press her lips to Tina’s. Tina inhales sharply, but then relaxes and her hands flutter up to lightly cup Quinn’s face as Quinn pulls her closer.

They pull away and Tina laughs slightly, breathlessly.

“Does this mean you still hate me?” Tina asks, her dark eyes sparkling, pupils dilated. Their breaths mingle in the lack of space between them.

“Of course,” Quinn murmurs. “Do you?”

“Why would I like you?” Tina tries to say, grinning, but she’s cut off by Quinn’s next kiss. 

And another, and another.

[silver-lily-louise]

Shadowhunters Rewatch!  Episode 1x02: The Descent into Hell isn’t Easy

- The descent into hell isn’t easy but it’s easiER when you have cramps and there’s a plumber opposite your bedroom again lmao Let’s do this

- Damn Jace no need to be RUDE

- I really love the dilapidated church cover thing btw

- See the tech was something that bothered my sister about the series, she preferred the more medieval feel of the first book and movie. Personally I love it lmao but then again I’m more of a sci fi nerd than her

- I totally forgot the misinformation thing they did after the revolt ew. What kind of coverup bullshit

- Lol early Sizzy moment #godbless

- I feel like this whole ‘runes on the floor will kill mundanes’ thing is underutilised in the future… may have to use it in a fic lol

- HA I forgot they made Izzy’s lack of cooking skills show-canon as well lol

- Additionally Alec’s character development is very interesting to me in a ‘wtf did Magnus see in s1 Alec’ kind of way, so I’m starting a separate list to try and track his motivations and biases and stances to see how they shift. Probably gonna do the same thing for Maryse bc I buy her redemption but I can’t quite pinpoint WHY I do (except my favourite thing is when people are nice to Magnus lmao)

- OH LOOK IT’S HODGE. FUCK U HODGE (ahem. Moving on)

- (Main shadowhunter squad looking around their parents) Isn’t there ANYONE HERE WHO WASN’T A FUCKING TERRORIST??? (Shh Louise we only know Jocelyn and Luke so far)

- Clary I get that you feel bad but apologising once was enough, Hodge is a big boy who can make his own decisions lol

- ‘What is a GI Joe’ lmao

- ‘No training and no plan gets you killed’ I think that’s interesting, because it speaks to Jace’s idea that as long as he trains hard enough and have a plan, things’ll work out.

- I thought it was pretty cold of Clary to seriously consider Jace’s ‘what if Dot is working for Valentine’ point, but then again LUKE has turned on her as far as she knows so I guess that’s a reasonable amount of suspicion

- Izzy looks so proud of herself aw bless

- ‘Jace is the ultimate protector’ oh no oh help I’m having smol-boy-Jace-Wayland-carving-himself-an-identity feelings

- I just noticed the runes drifting in the background of the UI all Matrix-style lol. Can u believe Shadowhunters tried to tell us that WARLOCKS were the #extra ones lmao

- ‘A little too much in my opinion’ imagine thinking Izzy is straight lol couldn’t be me

- ‘He’s in good hands with the boys’ oh POOR Simon XD

- LOOK at the connection between these two. I’m love them. Can u believe they were already kindred souls BEFORE becoming parabatai, truly beautiful

- oKAY canon divergence I want::: Simon leaving without a hitch, googling how to kill demons and FIGURING IT OUT. He comes back for Clary and now the gang have this mundane demon-killer on side lol, and Alec’s all like ‘he’s a fucking MUNDANE he can’t be here in Shadowhunter business learning secrets and getting himself killed’ and Izzy’s like ‘he killed four demons wtf you worried about bro???’

- Seelie scouts??? The Clave really will make a show of unity when it suits them huh

- They were KIDDING about the floor runes are you KIDDING me XD I figured it was just a continuity problem lmao (also I know they’re being dickheads but that little smirk between Jace and Alec is maybe the first time we properly see them as a brotherly team aha)

- Okay but with hindsight you can really tell this whole cold demeanour ISN’T Magnus. His mannerisms are SCREAMING ‘coping mechanism in a time of crisis’ rn

- That being said if Dot’s magic is dangerously low I bet he regretted leaving her behind alone and vulnerable, she’s a grown woman who can make her own choices but it’s kiiiind of a dick move especially since he entreated her with sarcasm instead of earnestness to try and convince her to come with

- It continues to be exceedingly funny that Pandemonium is never mentioned outside of S1, when it’s painted almost as Magnus’ MAIN job in that. I mean it kind of makes sense that we see his public face in this beginning and his more personal details later on – the warlock stuff, the clients and politics that are more ‘core’ to his job and identity – but still. Not even MENTIONED, I don’t think. XD

- All of them stepping out of the van… Scooby Doo vibes lol WHERE is my mystery-solving AU with these five???? Do I have to write all of my unvoiced fanfic ideas myself??? Unbelievable

- Clary talking about the void she felt… I’m not crying about 3x22 you are

- ‘Wasteful warlock life’ Valentine. My dude. She has CENTURIES to learn and love and travel and experience, and you’re wasting your handful of decades on racism But go off I guess lmao (loser)

- I know the liquid is bad but also there is a HUGE bubble in that syringe. Valentine how is she gonna be useful to you after a mahoosive stroke

- Random shot of the moon. I mean I love her but WHAT ‘Look it’s night-time!!!! Spooooooky!!!!’ XD

- Okay Izzy is halfway-smitten, lbr. She and Simon fit so well okay

- ‘I can’t be here anymore’ Listen s1 Alec is a serious, grumpy lil shit but he DOES have a sense of humour okay

- Jace LET THEM HUG :C

- ‘We carry it to remind us that light can be found in even the darkest of places’ Jace stfu it’s a TORCH X’D (Like, no disrespect to traditions in general, but that one just SMACKS of Clave Sanctimony lol, and by Jace’s next line he knows that aha)

- …Is Nephilim the dative??? I need to look that up lol. Also think it’s funny that Hell (in its various realms) is the one place Shadowhunters CAN’T go, re 3x21

- ‘You assume I have feelings’ Jace. Bro. You are perhaps the CRYINGEST CRIER IN THIS SHOW. Let go of the toxic masculinity friend, you’re gonna be nicer once you do <3

- I’m revisiting my earlier point: WHY ARE LITERALLY ALL OF THE PARENTS CIRCLE MEMBERS LMAO

- ‘No more I’m sorries, you’re a Shadowhunter now’ YIKES if that don’t say it all about Shadowhunter hubris lmao. Apologies are good and necessary <3

- RECOGNISED THE CLAIRVOYANCE RUNE, HIGHKEY PROUD OF MYSELF AHA

- Think how much less beautiful and adorable the Malec wedding would have been if Brother Zachariah looked like this kind of Coraline experiment gone wrong lmao

- I’m not always a fan of a flashback but that ‘you’re strong enough’ one definitely makes it seem less like Clary’s just being reckless aha

- ‘It’ ALEC STOP BEING SUCH A RUDE BITCH. Also I do love Sizzy but I definitely think Izzy needed to be in a less defensive position when they got together (re ‘he passes the time’, I don’t ACTUALLY care I’m just a heartbreaker out for a good time), I’m kind of glad they waited until her caring side had been more nourished instead of stifled

- SIMON. YOU SAID YOU HAVE SEEN HORROR MOVIES. WHY DID YOU PUT HEADPHONES ON

- ‘The night children have broken no laws’ Wait, so kidnapping a Mundane ISN’T against the law??? I mean I get Shadowhunters not being able to KILL them for it - …oh. OH. HANG ON. Are the Accords just to stop Shadowhunters KILLING Downworlders for the smallest of crimes???? Does Raphael mean ‘kidnapping no longer constitutes a capital punishment (like it did before)’??? Either this is a script issue (bc if Shadowhunters protect Mundanes, kidnapping one SHOULD be against the law) or a hint of just how fucked up the Accords are, that ‘the law’ isn’t the law how WE understand it but instead ‘things which are still valid excuses to severely punish Downworlders, when we used to do so willy-nilly’ :S

- Season tagline: ‘Everybody wants that damn cup!’ Valentine wants it to wield it, the Clave wants it APPARENTLY to protect people from Valentine, Luke hinted that the werewolves want it, now the vampires…. Damn.

 This one gets an 8/10 for enjoyment – I’m having fun! – and actually a 7/10 for quality. Not NEARLY as many script issues and cringe factors as in the first ep lol. Thanks for reading. ^^

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Author Asks

Rules: answer these questions and tag five other fic writers to do the same.

I was tagged by the wonderful @novemberhush. Thank you, omg, because I love rambling about writing and this is the best kind of opportunity to do so, handed on a silver platter, ahh. 😊

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Author Name: Square / Squares / SquaresAreNotCircles

Fandoms You Write For: I’m a fandom hopper! In the past year or so it’s been Hawaii Five-0 (a truly ridiculous amount), Shadowhunters, Venom, Harry Potter, due South and Stargate Atlantis. Other fandoms I’ve written at least one fic for are Twilight, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Glee, BBC Merlin, BBC Atlantis, Teen Wolf, In The Flesh, Star Wars, Supernatural, the MCU and High School Musical. And uh, Alexander the Great/Voltaire fic (which would be... history fandom? RPF?) and one (1) Judas/Jesus Biblefic. If we’re getting really technical, also a tiny little bit of One Direction fic.

It should be noted that all of this is about fic that ended up getting posted somewhere on the interwebs - there are multiple Star Trek (TOS/AOS and DS9) fics lingering in my drafts (!! one day I will finish one of them), as well as some How To Train Your Dragon, The Good Place and Deadpool stuff, and definitely more I’ve forgotten.

Where You Post: Since I made the switch to writing in English everything has landed on ao3, but I used to write mostly in Dutch, so there’s still close to a million words, I think, under my name on quizlet.nl (not to be confused with quizlet.com, which is a very different website).

Most Popular One-Shot: That depends on how you’re measuring popularity! Going by kudos, it’s Tell me I’m perfect (but tell me the truth), a Magnus/Alec Shadowhunters fic. It’s the truth is a really old fic about Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood from Harry Potter that has the most hits out of all my works, and That time Steve kissed every single Avenger (and also Bucky), an MCU Steve/Bucky fic, has the greatest number of comment threads.

Also, since this is an h50 blog: for my fic in this fandom Wanted: partner (in crime) has the most kudos and hits; You had me at meow has the most comments.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: I’m working on one for h50 (going slowly, so slowly), but I don’t have any posted to ao3. I used to write a lot of multi-chaptered work in my quizlet.nl days, and I think my most popular fic there was probably the second fic I ever wrote, when I was fourteen or fifteen, which was a next-gen Harry Potter fic with shifting and overlapping POVs from the three Potter kids. It was kind of, well, not great, but it’s probably what really cemented my writing habit, it’s still my longest fic ever (over a 100k!) and I got my first fandom friends out of it, including one I’m still in contact with to this day, even though neither of us writes much if anything for Harry Potter anymore.

Favourite Story You Wrote: Ohhh, that’s such an impossible question, especially because I’ve been churning out one-shots like I might actually be getting paid for it, so there’s so much to choose from, which is a thing I have difficulty doing at the best of times, holy shit. Uh, I once wrote a 70k Remus/Sirius (Harry Potter) modern college-ish AU in Dutch that I still like; weirdly, I think that Biblefic holds up (also Dutch), and the HSM fic is fun to reread once in a while because of the fourth wall break, as is That escalated quickly, a Percy/Oliver fic. Ooh, and the fic about Shuri and Stucky and a goat!

For h50, it’s even harder to choose, because my preferences change pretty much weekly (a combination of newer fic being shinier, looking back at fic from even just a few months ago and finding things I would have done differently now, and comments influencing the way I personally look at my own fic), but right now, I’d say I still really like the fic where Steve adopts some guinea pigs, the one with the slightly tipsy team bonding by talking about mutual crushes and this 9.11 coda fix fluff getting together thing.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: That Biblefic, haha, because it’s a very complicated topic and my aim was definitely not to offend. People were really sweet about it, though! Mostly, they were kind of shocked it wasn’t crack, but that’s fair, because so was I.

Also pretty much anything I post in a new fandom, really, and low key just... anything at all. I’m always a little scared I tagged something super badly or accidentally copy-pasted the wrong text or unknowingly wrote something super offensive or whatever, despite my double- and triplechecking of the posting form. (I’m also still kind of scared people on ao3 will randomly decide they hate my fic and my writing and me personally (ao3 is really big and very anonymous and coming from the small town that was quizlet.nl even in its heyday, that’s scary), but that fear has abated as I’ve posted more, just because the data is showing pretty conclusively that thought is as irrational as it sounds. Everyone is always so nice, gosh.)

How Do You Pick Your Titles: Mostly, I steal lines from random songs. I have a small pile of song lyrics to use as potential titles, because going on a seperate hunt for every new fic would take most of my waking hours. Sometimes, I’ll use a pun (like You had me at meow or Retail Therapy) or something else that I think sounds good, especially if the fic is mostly comedy and/or has a specific premise that would do well in a title (like Five times the Governor of Hawaii suspects his taskforce leaders are violating fraternization policies (and one time they tell him they are)).

Do You Outline: I’m mostly writing fic of (sometimes much) less than 5k at the moment, so not really. I do sometimes write tiny bits of a bunch of scenes and then fill in the rest around that, which is a kind of outline, in a way. For longer works, I usually make a one page bullet point list of things that need to happen and work from there, because I can’t do really extensive outlining or I’ll just get caught up in the details and lose all of the oversight a tool like that is supposed to give you, as well as most of my enthusiasm for the project.

How Many Of Your Stories Are Complete: Of the ones posted? On ao3, all of them, because unfinished posted one-shot works would require some strange bending of those concepts. On quizlet.nl, I do have some abandoned works, but I think 80% is finished.

In-Progress: SO MUCH. Seriously, just, so much, oh god. I’d really like to write another Stargate Atlantis fic (and I have 30% of one done), and something more for due South, too, and maybe a small Percy/Oliver thing again some time because they were my very first OTP and I kind of miss them, but mostly I have, like, 100+ half written things for h50. I really wish that number was an exaggeration. There’s no way they’ll all get finished, but maybe... a third? Mayhaps?

That One Truly Long H50 Fic that I was already talking about way back in October last year is also eternally “in progress”. The thing is that it has about 25k now, after a year, and I think it needs... at least four times that. Probably. So either I’ll have to stick with this fandom and my slow progress for another three years to have a shot at getting it finished, or I’ll need to find a way to up the speed a little. Maybe I could try working on it for NaNo this November? That would be pretty awesome, but honestly, part of why it’s moving this slowly is because NaNo-style fast and messy writing for this scares me a little, because I might end up writing a lot, decide it’s not what I wanted for it, and become too intimidated to ever edit and/or rewrite the entire thing. But idk, I probably just need to get over my own fears, because I really do want to write Longer Fic again. Short stuff is fun and feels really productive and that’s great, but I miss the actual slow burn and build-up that only 50k+ words can give you.

Coming Soon: Hopefully a lot? For h50, that is. I have no idea what’s getting posted next, because I’m never entirely sure what’s going to be finished next and something really random might come jumping in, but at the moment I’m trying to direct most of my energies at a slightly longer fic I’ve been working on for months (not The Long Fic, a different one), a fic labeled “9.01 memory loss fic”, another one temporarly entitled “Perfect Kauai beach house vacation”, and maybe an ace!Steve fic I’ve been working on, if I ever manage to uh, actually finish that, instead of rewriting three sentences during every round of editing and never actually adding anything to fill in the gaps it still has. There will also be more season 10 codas, in all likelihood.

Do You Accept Prompts: I’ve never done that before in the traditional way, but I’m thinking about it! I’d love to try (and it would be a breath of fresh air, in some ways!), but the main thing holding me back is that I have way too much on my plate with just my own ideas to work off of, and I don’t want to disappoint people. Maybe if I do drabble-ish prompt fills? It’s definitely been on my mind.

Upcoming Story You’re the Most Excited For: I’m excited for a lot of stuff, but honestly, the top spot right now probably goes to the ace!Steve fic. I’m not even sure it’s that good, necessarily, but it’s, idk, really cathartic, I suppose. Seriously self-indulgent in strange but very good ways. I really like writing it. (Second spot goes to the beach vacation fic, because I haven’t actually written that much for it, but it’s been my go-to easy happy place for the last few weeks.)

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I’m tagging @love2hulksmash @thekristen999 @stephmcx @girlonastring @flowerfan2 and @pterawaters, which is six people because I can’t count, but I’m about to make it seven because I’m also tagging you, the person reading this (hi there!). Say I tagged you and tag me so I can read it! I know that kind of thing can feel awkward, but it won’t be, because I’m cheering you on. Go for it, if you want to do it. :D

[ashthatdrmmrgrl]

ANSWER ALL THEM YOU BITCH👩‍💻🤪

Ooh she's getting fiesty 😈😂 here you are, love ❤

1. What is your preferred place to write?

Laptop/computer, but since I dont have either anymore, my phone is my go to

2. When did you start writing?

I think it was 8th grade offically; my english teacher got me into reading and writing so that was the 2013/2014 school year I think

3. Favourite thing to write?

Idk, I like writing gay smut if that counts for something 🤷‍♀️

4. Fluff or angst?

I'm good at writing fluff but I love reading angsty stuff

6. Where do you usually find inspiration?

Ideas come to me in dreams, otherwise if I'm watching a movie/TV, listening to music, or just seeing something during the day will spark something.

7. Do you listen to music to help you write?

Yes! I would get soooo distracted if I didn't; that way I dont hear anything outside my head and I can focus on my writing (I'm listening to music now as I'm answering these too actually 😂)

8. What's the biggest "challenge" for you as a writer?

Finding time to write at all; I've got so many ideas bopping around in my head but life gets in the way 😭😭

9. Where do you usually go to write?

My room usually; it gives me privacy and a lot less distractions than my living room or outside the house.

10. Can you give us a sneak peek at your current WIP?

Yes!! I love this scene so much so you get to read it again;

My phone buzzed in my hands and I look down to see Sofia's face smiling at me. I pause my music and pull my earbuds out. 

"The Kid's calling," I say aloud before answering. "Hey, Fi!" 

"Hey yourself, is Steve available? I've got history questions that I need help with and he's not answering his phone."

I roll my eyes but put the phone on speaker. "Steve, Fi needs help with her homework."

"What's up, kiddo?" Steve asks, keeping his eyes on the road. 

"Stupid history homework; about the Commandos and I thought, 'what better way to finish this then get it straight from the source, old man," Sofia says. Sam lets out a small laugh and Bucky shifts awkwardly beside me. 

"Alright, shoot," Steve says with a shake of his head. 

"Original 7 members? I only know 3 of them off hand," Sofia starts.

"Easy, Me, Buck, Dum Dum, Morita, Jones, Monty, and Frenchy," Steve says casually. There's a pause before Sofia's sigh echoes through the car. 

"I don't think my teacher would appreciate it if I put their names in as if we were best friends," Sofia says offhandedly.

Steve cleats his throat awkwardly. "Right. Uh, Steve Rogers, James Barnes, Timothy Dugan, Jim Morita, Gabriel Jones, James Montgomery Falsworth, and Jacques Dernier," Steve reiterates after Sofia's let's out little "uh huhs."

"Why were the Howling Commandos formed?" Sofia asks next. 

"To eliminate and wipe HYDRA bases off the map; although it seems we weren't very successful," Steve says with a frown and I see his eyes flash towards the rear view mirror, to look at Bucky, I'm assuming.

"Who did the Commandos capture during a raid in the Alps?" 

"Arnim Zola." 

There was a pause and I couldn't help but look over at Bucky who almost looked startled that he had spoken.

"Who was that?" Sofia asks a moment later. 

"Oh, uh, Sofia, that was Bucky," I say, my voice cracking at his name. Sofia stays quiet. I check my phone and see the phone was still connected. 

"Bucky?" Sofia asks, sounding doubtful.  "As in Stevie's Bucky?" 

I feel Bucky almost stiffen in surprise next to me. "Yeah, that would be him," I confirm. 

Sofia stays quiet for a few beats again before clearing her throat. "Right, well when do you think you guys are gonna be home? I hate all of this cooking I've gotta do now that you guys are gone, not that either of you were chef's," Sofia complains. 

"I'm not sure, kiddo," Steve chirps from in front of me. I lean my elbows onto the front seat and rest my head near his shoulder. "We've got something really important to take care of." 

"Okay, well stay safe, and don't do anything stupid; Sam, keep them in line," Sofia says with a laugh.

"Will do, Half Pint," Sam promises.

"Well, I'll talk to you guys later. And it was nice to meet you Bucky," she says. 

Bucky doesn't respond, but the rest of us say goodbye before I hang up. 

"Thanks, Steve," I say, clapping my hands over Steve's shoulders. 

"Anytime; I don't mind helping the kid out," Steve says. 

I ruffle Steve's hair before leaning back and laughing. Bucky was looking between Steve and I with confusion written all over his face.

"So the kid?" Bucky asks, his eyes resting on Steve for a moment before looking at me.

"Yeah, she's great," Steve says excitedly and flashes Bucky a smile. 

"She's my sister," I say and look down to see Sofia had texted me. 

I forgot to ask while on the phone but could you ask Steve if I can look through some of his stuff that the museum let him have back?

"Hey Steve, can she look through the stuff the Smithsonian gave back to you? She didn't say what for though," I ask. 

"Yeah, no problem, tell her I've got stuff in the chest at the end of the bed."

"Cool cool, thanks," I say and pass the information onto Sofia. 

"Not a problem," Steve says as he takes the off ramp and turns left. "Sharon's just up here," he points out a black car that was pulled over under the bridge. 

Steve pulls over and ducks out of the car and greets Sharon with a smile. 

Bucky sits up and looks out the front window, eyes flickering across the background, scanning the surrounding area. Bucky's knees hit the back of Sam's seat and he glares at the back of Sam's head. 

"Can you move your seat up?" He asks for probably the 100th time this trip, sounding bored.

"No," Sam replies once again. 

I roll my eyes and squish myself against the window. "Scoot over here more," I offer, pointing towards the leg room that I've got behind Steve's seat. 

"Thanks," Bucky mumbles and scoots over so his arm is pressed against mine. It was quiet while we watched Steve and Sharon talk as she popped her trunk. "So," Bucky starts quietly, trying to exclude Sam from the conversation. "How long have you and Steve been together?" 

Sam, of course, hears and snorts out a laugh, having to hold onto the door for support. 

I felt my face flush and I reach over the seat to smack Sam across the side of his head. "Shut up, bird brain. Steve and I aren't together though," I say, turning to look at Bucky who looked embarrassed. 

"Sorry, I just assumed…" Bucky apologizes. 

"Nah, it's okay, everyone apparently thinks the same thing," I say with a shrug. "Steve's like a brother to me. Plus right now he's not swinging this way."

Bucky's eyebrows shoot up as he looks at me with wide eyes. "So like, he's..?"

"Gay? Yeah, basically. He still likes women, but he's actually with my brother, Graham," I say, pulling up a picture of Graham, Steve, Sofia, and I on my phone. Tony insisted on us having more family pictures even though we were the least conventional family on the planet.

"So being… a homosexual," Bucky says, almost sounding like the term was weird coming off his tongue. "That's openly okay now? I don't mind, but the 30s really pressed people down, so I didn't think Steve… at least I think, from what I remember," Bucky trails off and looks out to see Steve giving Sharon a hug before grabbing the gear from the trunk. 

"He was hard on himself at first," I say, remembering how weird Steve would act whenever Graham would say something to try and test the waters. "I think knowing and befriending Graham really helped him a lot, seeing that it's not a mental illness, that you wouldn't be imprisoned or institutionalized for it."

Bucky still looks at Steve, but there was a small smile crooked at the corner of his mouth and his eyes seemed fond. 

"I'm happy for him," is all Bucky says in reply.  

"So am I," I say, patting Bucky's forearm with my hand. "So am I." 

11. How many stories have you written so far?

Well I've only ever completed 1, (excluding oneshots) but I've got... at leave 7 going, a few that I've discontinued, and a shit ton of ideas that haven't been written yet 😂

12. What's your favourite thing that you ever wrote?

Well I'm honestly so proud of my Beauty and the Beast Lashton fanfic that I wrote and the only one I've ever finished. But I'm also sooo proud of 2 WIPs that I'm writing with the lovely asker

13. How many chapters does your longest series have?

I dont have any series yet, but my longest fic has like 200,000 words and no distinctive chapters yet (writing specific scenes then gluing them together)

14. What's your favourite character/person to write for?

I only really write Lashton or Stucky but I'm my cowritten books I have an OC be with Ashton Irwin and Bucky Barnes because DAMN they are kweens

15. "OCs" or "Reader" inserts?

I personally like writing OCs but I've been getting into readers lately

16. Can you tell us anything about your current WIP?

I suppose, but asker already knows since she's helping me write it 😂 it's a Marvel fic about these two girls and their brother who lose their parents in the Battle of New York in 2012. Brother is working for Stark Industries already when Steve asks my OC to join the Avengers but my OC and her brother keep that a secret from their younger sister (my friends OC). That's enough for now tho 😘

17. How long was the longest fic you ever wrote?

Question 13 kinda answered this question but its 200,000ish and growing

18. What fandoms do you write for?

Marvel and 5sos mainly, but I used to do Supernatural back in like 2015/2016. I also dabble in Shadowhunter stuff too

19. What is/are your favourite fandom author/authors?

Well the asker is such an amazing writer I love her work, um, @Larry_Lashton on Wattpad is good, @moonstruckbucky and @sunmoonandbucky are phenomenal

20. Have you ever written an AU?

That's basically all I write; I've only got one original piece and not many are real to whatever reality.

21. What is your favourite AU trope?

I have a weakness for Professor Seb/Bucky and I love stucky (and StuckyxReaders) so if you know of any hmu 😉

22. A fanfiction trope you can't help but love?

ENEMIES TO LOVERS FUCK

23. For how long have you been a fandom writer?

Shortly after I started writing, so like 2015?

24. Have you ever had an idea for a story and forgot about it?

Absolutely! I usually loosely plot out the whole thing and try and hit the main points but by like... 1/4 or 1/2 way through depending on how long it is I'm like fuck I totally forgot I was going to add that (and by then it wouldn't make sense to add it in)

25. What do you do to motivate yourself to write?

Listen to music, but I also read what I've got to help myself get back into the flow of the story.

26. How did you find out you like to write?

Like I said it was 8th grade and my english teacher showed me this new side of reading that I didnt know about and then I was like fuck I can do this too!

27. Are there any writers (fanfiction writers or not) that have inspired you to start writing?

Well I used to only read the Twilight series, but then I read Cassandra Clare's books, and the it sorta branched out from there, so Stephanie Meyer and Cassandra Clare are who you should thank for that 😂

28. What's your favourite fandom to write for?

Does Stucky count as it's own fandom? Because that ship sails itself man #ExceptEndgame #FuckingSucked

29. Describe your style in three words.

Um... smutty... gay.... fluffy?

30. What would you say is the most "famous" fic you've ever written?

Well I've got one on Wattpad with almost 20k but it's a continuation of a story that has like 300k, otherwise most of my other ones on there have 4k actually.

31. Blurbs or drabbles?

Both are great, dudes 🤷‍♀️

32. Have you ever written smut?

33. How long does it usually take you to write?

Used to be I could get like 20 chapters (decently long ones too) in about 8 months but now I'm not really posting anything and I'm slowly working on a current WIP

34. What's your favourite font to use when writing?

Ariel, size 11, 1.15 line spacing. Veranda is a nice font too though

35. What do you prefer to write: longer or shorter fics?

I like long ones man; but I either write forever long ones or oneshots 😂

36. How do you keep yourself inspired? Seeing new things, listening to new music. Sleeping?

37. Have you ever written something you didn't like but posted it anyway?

I don't think so. I mean I've posted stuff that I wasn't excited about, but I don't think I've ever hated anything I've written

38. What's your "strong suit" as a writer?

My OCD with punctuation and formatting?

39. What's your favourite trope?

Friends who are oblivious to the other persons feelings so they dont ever make a move until they're drunk 🤷‍♀️ *40s Stucky bonus*

40. How many likes does your fics usually get?

300 for 4k reads on Wattpad

41. Have you ever used a prompt?

Absolutely! Sometimes you just need a little help and there ain't nothing wrong with that!

42. What is your weakness as a writer?

I am obsessed with the small details that nobody cares about (especially height comparisons) but I think that comes from my artistical side.

43. Have you ever cried or felt any emotion while reading something you wrote?

Oh absolutely, all the fucking time!

44. Have you ever done a collab with another writer?

Yes! Only 1 other writer who is also the asker 😘😘

45. One thing you love about fanfiction?

I think it's an amazing thing to write because people already have deep connections with the characters so you dont have to waste the first part telling their story (unless it's an AU, but even then it's totally okay to just jump right into it!)

46. What's your favourite emotion to cause your readers?

I definitely enjoy leaving them on the edge of their seats, but I also love writing fluffy scenes that make peoples hearts flutter

47. What's your favourite thing about writing?

The creativity and ability to create a reality! There's endless possibilities and that's so fascinating and amazing to me

48. Do you post your writing on other platforms? I only post on Wattpad, but I have thought about posting things on tumblr too! Thoughts?

49. What app/apps do you use to write?

Either google docs or just in Wattpad itself

50. One thing you don't like about fanfiction?

Some people get the characters totally wrong personality wise and that sorta bugs me when reading because I get confused

51. Least favourite trope?

Coffee shop AUs are a little boring unless somebody brings something new to the table (like one of them is a vampire or witch or single parent instead of just like OH this barista/customer is cute). But if I come across a coffee shop AU I'm not going to NOT read it, you know?

52. Favourite words to use when writing?

No? I mean I know everyone's writing is different and unique to the person but I don't think I have any favourites.

53. Least favourite words?

When writing straight smut I get uncomfortable with certain words people use to describe the female anatomy other then that no 🤷‍♀️

54. Do you usually like what you write?

Yeah! And if I don't, I'll change it until I like it before posting it 😂

thank you @scaryaryanna for the lovely ask and thank you to anybody who stuck around to read everything ❤❤❤❤❤

[takaraphoenix]

Okay but consider this: SH soulmates AU where when you meat your soulmate a golden energy cuff forms on your writs, keeping you together until you kiss and make up. The moment Jace meets Magnus they get stuck together. Jace kisses Magnus hoping it'll solve it but apparently the make up means more like "establish an actual emotional bond that will ensure you won't run for the hills" and is required. Alec cackles a lot at Jace until Jace gleefully informs him Alec will be making excuses for-- 1/2

2/2 –him at the Institute because Jace is NOT coming home soulbond-shackled to a warlock with reputation. Lots of Jagnus UST and banter. Maybe in the end Jace gets his revenge when Alec gets equally chained to a random mundie/wolf 👀 on a mission. Also a nice layer of angst because back when Alec had a crush on Jace he knew they aren’t soulmates.

*frowns at you* Why are you doing this to me? I see this as a personal attack on my person. I am supposed to write this hella smutty PWP Ethan/Nico/Jason/Percy foursome that somehow already has 12 pages and they ain’t even together yet, I don’t have time to get distracted by shiny Jagnus–

Magnus blinked, a half-amused look on his face. Thepretty blonde in front of him looked mainly annoyed. Not so much atMagnus personally - or so Magnus assumed - but rather the situation.

Not everyone was lucky enough to meettheir soulmate. Those who did ended up literally linked to eachother. A golden glowing link that tied them together and didn't allowmuch room to move apart from each other. The direct connection lasteduntil a mental connection was established.

Until the bond was fully accepted andformed.

Usually, that happened rather quickly.It was a natural reaction, to fall in love with your soulmate. Theyusually always found an angle they shared, something that connectedthem. Then, when they shared True Love's kiss, the physical bindingsdissolved, leaving nothing but a golden ring around their wrists toindicate that they had indeed already found their soulmate. And thenthey lived happily ever after.

As things stood, having a bunch ofShadowhunters in his loft after an attack on his club was notentirely how Magnus had imagined meeting his soulmate. Though theblonde with the plush lips and mismatched eyes was very niceto look at.

“Well. That's unexpected”, notedthe very tall one.

“Oh, really, Alec. Thanks forthe input”, snarked pretty blonde.

Magnus smiled amused. “Now, now. Noneed to fight. How about some introductions? Magnus Bane, it's apleasure to meet you.”

“Jace Wayland”, grunted the blonde,seizing Magnus up. “How do we get rid of those cuffs?”

“True Love's kiss. That's always whatdoes the trick”, offered Alec and rolled his eyes.

Jace sighed and grabbed Magnus by theneck with his free hand. He offered Magnus a questioning look atwhich the warlock leaned down to seal Jace's lips. They were soft andJace gladly parted them for him. The Shadowhunter was surprisinglycompliant and Magnus found himself wrapping his free arm aroundJace's waist to hold him in place, as though he was afraid Jace wasjust going to melt away beneath him. When they parted, golden-blueeyes stared up at Magnus in a way the warlock could easily get usedto.

“Well, that didn't work”, notedAlec in the same deadpan voice as before.

“Great”, grunted Jace annoyed as helooked down. “Just... great.”

“Guess you're stuck together untilyou come to a mutual understanding of each other”, stated Alec witha slight snicker. “Wonderful. You could have a tea, share childhoodstories. Oh, maybe you can wear matching clothes.”

“Laugh all you want. You're the onewho has to come up with some kind of explanation”, growledJace, wagging a finger at Alec. “Come up with an excuse, something,anything. I just... I am not returning to the Institute,chained to the High Warlock of Brooklyn.”

Magnus made a slightly amused face atthat. It was fair enough; everybody knew the Clave only pretended tobe progressive. They didn't care much for Downworlders.

“Fine”, sighed Alec before heturned to glare at Magnus father fiercely. “You. If you harm myparabatai, I'm coming back for you and I don't care if you're theHigh Warlock of Brooklyn or not.”

“I assure you, harming my soulmate isnot something I'd ever do”, promised Magnus honestly, a bittouched by the Shadowhunter's concern for Magnus' soulmate.

And now that was a thought that filledMagnus with warmth. His soulmate. So many centuries alone. Now,finally, he had found his other half. He was never going tolet harm come to Jace, he was going to do his everything to protectJace from here on out.

“It's a slumber party then”,chuckled Magnus cheerfully.

“Just until we forge this...connection, whatever”, grunted Jace defensively.

“Of course, of course. For now,drinks?”, offered Magnus.

Jace heaved a sigh and accepted hisdrink gladly while watching the others leave the loft. This was goingto be... an experience.

Jace wake up feeling warm and surprisingly well-rested.He blinked blearily and looked around, just to notice that he wassleeping on someone's chest, in a bed that wasn't his own. Said otherperson was the reason he felt so warm. An arm was wrapped around hiswaist, holding him close.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”

Blinking slowly, Jace looked up at Magnus Bane. Thewarlock was smirking down at him, looking decidedly too handsome thatearly in the morning. Jace had heardabout him. Heard all about the High Warlock with the changingbed-companions. Even more of a reputation than Jace. Then again, healso was at it for a couple more centuries than Jace. Now Jace had aplayboy soulmate, huh. Well, probably served him right; he had neverbeen very chaste either. Still – how was Jace going to live up tocenturies of most likely incredible sex? Not to mention, he was aShadowhunter, Magnus was a warlock. Neither of their communities weregoing to be big fans of that.

“...What happened?”,grunted Jace and looked at their linked hands.

They were holdinghands, the hands that were cuffed together with the goldensoulmate-bound. Their hands were laying on Magnus' chest, right nextto Jace's face. He considered getting up and bolting, but then again– where to? They had maybe two inches of range with the cuffs.

“We drank. A lot. Andthen you fell asleep on me. It was a bit difficult maneuvering youinto the bed, but I made due”, chuckled Magnus. “You're a heavysleeper.”

Actually, he wasn't. Hewas a very light sleeper; being raised by his father had done that tohim. Was this the effect of the soulmate thing...? Was... hissoulmate seriously making him feel safe enough to sleep? No. That wasridiculous. Right? Sure, soulmates were supposed to be all of that –protection, safety, love – but he didn't even knowthe guy. Magnus' arm felt heavy on his waist all of a sudden, likeJace was acutely aware of it now. Warm, oddly comforting.

“Great. So. What arewe going to do about this...?”,grunted Jace, pointing at their joined hands.

“Get to know eachother to establish the soul-bond to solve the soul-bound”, offeredMagnus.

“That'll require moredrinking”, muttered Jace pointedly.

There was alot of drinking. They basicallyturned sharing their past into a drinking game and a competition. HowJace's mother had died before his birth and how he had been raised byhis father alone, that was until Jace witnessed the bloody death ofMichael Wayland. Magnus' mother had killed herself and Magnus hadended up killing his stepfather, who had not been able to deal withthe warlock child either. Faced with that, and also quite some drinksin, Jace had opened up about the abuse he had suffered at the handsof his father – the story of his falcon and... quite some more.

At that point, theybasically got lost in a competition of all the things that went wrongin their lives. Every wrong decision, every disappointment, everybroken heart and broken bone. It was oddly cathartic, for the both ofthem. Most of those things, neither had ever shared with someoneelse.

By the time eveningrolled around, they were both rather drunk and emotionally drained.Leaning against each other, they made their way to the bedroom andcollapsed on it arm in arm.

“For what it'sworth”, started Jace, voice low and a little lulled. “I'llnever... cheat on you. I don't do that shit. Like, whatever we'regonna be, I'm not gonna betray your trust like that.”

Magnus smiled faintly,feeling touched. “Thank you, sweetheart. And I promise, I'll notlet love destroy either of us. I'll not let something happen to youagain.”

Looking at Magnus –at the most powerful warlock in all of New York and most likelybeyond – Jace couldn't help but actually believe those words. Hehad never felt that safe with someone before. He had never sharedmost of those things with anyone but his parabatai. Was this it? Wasthis why soulmates existed? To have someone to rely on, to trust, toprotect and be protected by?

“I...”, startedJace softly before leaning in.

“Yes”, agreedMagnus slowly, bridging the last inch between them.

This kiss feltimpossibly soft, like their lips were barely touching. And when theyparted, Magnus could freely cup Jace's face with both hands. Not thateither of them noticed, they were too lost in each other's eyes. Jacesighed contently and laid down on Magnus' chest, closing his eyes.

Magnus woke up withquite the headache from drinking all day yesterday and also with anodd feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had never talked thisfreely about his mother with anyone but Catarina and Ragnor. Therereally was a truth to soulmates though; he had instantly felt like hecould trust Jace and hearing his soulmate open up to him had told himhe had made the right call.

Using his magic, Magnussummoned a large breakfast for them both and sat up. That was when henoticed that he could use both his hands freely. He stared inamazement at the golden tattoo around his wrist, the band signifyingthat he had found his soulmate. From that, he turned to look at hispeacefully sleeping soulmate. The blonde was still snuggled up tohim. Which, in itself, was kind of nice. To wake up to someone,feeling his warmth pressed against him. It felt comfortable. Safe.

“You're staring atme. It's creepy, Bane”, grunted Jace teasingly.

“Well, seems likeyou'd have to get used to it”, countered Magnus, waving at Jace.

It took the blonde amoment to realize why Magnus was waving at him – their hands. Theywere free. Wait. How... Had sharing about their crappy childhoodsseriously forged a deep enough bond to break the stupid magic? Jaceturned his hand curiously, staring at it.

“Huh. So... uhm...What now?”, inquired Jace slowly.

“Now, breakfast. AndI suspect you have work. Perhaps... a date, after?”, suggestedMagnus gently.

“Sounds... like aplan”, agreed Jace with a small smile.

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Shadowhunters Fandom Story - Part Twelve

Submitted by notquiteascrazy

Five Favourite Stories

 The Stars Aligned series by @lecrit​

WHY I LOVE THIS FIC:  The only thing I knew for certain coming into this “picking faves process” was that there had to be something by Lecrit on this list. The way Lu writes Magnus & Alec enraptures me every single damn time and to narrow it down to just one was so hard. So I cheated & picked a series ;) It was one of the first Malec fics I read and just the whole AU is perfect.

I re-read it when Oscar Nominations are announced and on the day of the ceremony (I don’t even care about the Oscars). And probably 5 or 6 times throughout the year on top of that. The mutual pining is so strong to begin with, there’s some very light angst with some classic “bad guy” action by Camille and when they finally get their shit together, well, it’s just beautiful. Jace being an idiot, Izzy being the most supportive ever, nerd Simon… It’s got the works. If you haven’t already read it, why the hell not? Go. Now.

FAVORITE QUOTE: “I know we usually don’t thank our agents in these things,” he says, still scanning the room, “but my agent is also my PA and one of my best friends, and I just won an Oscar so I think I can do whatever I want tonight and he won’t hold it against me.” The audience laughs, as much in amusement as it is in surprise but Magnus doesn’t really notice, finally giving up. “Okay,” he exclaims in the mic, “I can’t find him. Has anyone seen Alec? Tall, dark, handsome and probably glued to his phone right now?” [Trying to cut this entire speech down into the best bit? Impossible but I decided to go with the start]

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 2C by Oumy

WHY I LOVE THIS FIC:  I love the antagonism between Alec & Magnus to begin with and while the source of this is revealed in an additional fic later on, while reading 2C you can entirely predict what started it all. And within the main work itself, it doesn’t need saying because the way the characters are written subtly folds in all these personality traits that we know & love. Even before they finally get it together, they’re pushing each other & challenging each other to be the best versions of themselves. The way it builds from rivalry to romance is just *chefs kiss*

Plus, the mental image of Alec & Magnus as incredibly skilled musicians is Hot. We’ll ignore the slight “Magnus can’t play the charango and it’s awful every time he tries going near an instrument” thing… In this universe, they’re musical maestros!

FAVORITE QUOTE: Alec moved from the door, his long legs already eating up the distance to the entrance, and the competitive side of Magnus, the one that reluctantly thrived on their rivalry, refused to let him have the last word, so he blurted out at the retreating figure “Bite me, Lightwood” Alec turned around, walking backwards and spread his free hand, that perpetual half smile still etched on his face “Only if you ask nicely”

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 Between the Lines by @msalexiscriss​

WHY I LOVE THIS FIC:  The plot is fantastic. The entire concept that Magnus is a criminal didn’t necessarily sit well with me at first but then as the story progresses and you realise why, it all starts to come together. And so much of their characteristics & traits are woven into it in a really fun way, e.g. Magnus’ love of glitter. From the very beginning the chemistry between them is so well written considering they’ve barely interacted in person. The way Magnus taunts Alec, the way they play this cat & mouse game. About halfway through I had this sudden fear that I would not enjoy the ending. I just couldn’t see a satisfying conclusion where no-one’s morals were compromised and they still got their happy ending but it really came together and did all the characters justice!

FAVORITE SCENE: The entire “first date” on the rooftop. The way Alec ends up there, the way Magnus has it all planned out. The conversation & the teasing from Magnus. The prying for information from Alec. The way they both dance around each other while enjoying the company & getting to know one another. 

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 Deeper Than the Truth by insieme

WHY I LOVE THIS FIC:  Can you really compile a list of favourite fics without including at least one coffee shop AU?! And this one is so much more than just a coffee shop AU. I love how Magnus’ unbridled passion & enthusiasm jumpstarts Alec. I love the slow burn that builds up between them & how their relationship develops. I love the quiet moments of their relationship that are interwoven with the bigger moments. I love the balance between Alec hating the lies he’s telling and knowing that he could hurt Magnus and the inner turmoil he goes through. I love that the reveal is realistically handled and not just swept under a rug but they actually talk about the communication issues. I just love it all.

FAVORITE QUOTE: “Well Alexander, I would love to continue this conversation at the present except I have a whole room of ladies with sharp sewing needles who are not going to be too pleased with me if I keep them waiting any longer. Perhaps if you’re here tomorrow, around the same time, we could bump into each other again, and you could tell me your ridiculous dislike for Mr. Archer over a cup of coffee?” Magnus looked at Alec confidently, like he had no reservations whatsoever that Alec wouldn’t accept his offer. He was right. “Tomorrow. Yeah, okay. I’ll be here.” Alec said, unable to stop the smile that crept onto his face. Magnus was already on his way out the store when Alec realized what Magnus had said. He called out after him, “My name is Alec!” Magnus just waved over his shoulder, calling out “See you tomorrow, Alexander!” He was so screwed. [What I have learnt about myself going through this exercise is the early moment of relationships in fics are my favourites. They set the tone of what’s to come & build the chemistry from there!]

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 Choose your weapon by @steakandvodka​

WHY I LOVE THIS FIC:  Clalec BROTP ftw. Honestly, this is just cute and shows such lovely character growth & their relationship develops so beautifully. Alec is shown as supportive & a good leader and very typically Alec in response to Clary. But it also shows a softer side & how him & Fray become friends.

Meanwhile, we see a struggle from Clary that isn’t shown in the show about how not being brought up in the shadow world means working harder to get up to scratch & her insecurities around it.

FAVORITE QUOTE: “Look, I know better than anyone how much pressure it can be to be perfect all the time. Especially when you have people doubting you — the drive to prove them wrong can overshadow every other responsibility in your life. But hard work isn’t always a good thing, not if you don’t go about it in a healthy way. It can set you back, and more importantly, you can get hurt” [Alec Lightwood finally embracing healthy work-life balance <3]

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 Author Story

At first I felt a little bit like a fraud trying to write this. I’d hardly consider myself an author - I’ve barely really written anything (politely ignoring my terrible contributions to the HP fandom well over a decade ago)

I’d never really considered myself particularly creative, much happier to just absorb the fruits of other people’s creativity and be glad that there are so many talented people in the world writing stories and making art. Shadowhunters changed that for me. The characters have resonated with me and I found myself inspired on a couple of occasions to actually put pen to paper (Well, fingers to keyboard)

I still consider myself very creatively challenged but I’m enjoying exploring the little bursts of inspiration, even if I find myself wishing I’d paid more attention in English class! Reading has always been my escape from reality, writing is now giving me that opportunity to create my own escapes. So if there’s anyone else who’s new to this and nervous about trying to write/sharing their writing, I feel you! But if you have a story you want to tell - go for it! You might surprise yourself :)