#christopher Lightwood x reader

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Below The Stars

Christopher Lightwood x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none

Summary: Christopher has been acting strangely for the past few months and the rest of the Merry Thieves want to find out why.

The Shadowhunter Chronicles Masterlist

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The sun was setting and Christopher immediately shot to his feet, surprising his friends around him. The small black book he always carried around with him fell to the floor and the Lightwood made no move to pick it up. Thomas, who was sitting beside Christopher, raised his eyebrows at his cousin.

“Where are you off to?” Thomas questioned as Christopher shrugged on his tattered jacket, stains from his many experiments still visible in the dim light of the room.

“I promised my mother I would help with something,” Christopher so obviously lied. It was rare for the Lightwood boy to lie but he didn’t want anyone to know where he was going. “I shall see you all tomorrow.”

Christopher left the room rather quickly after that, leaving Thomas, James and Matthew in stunned silence. 

“He was clearly lying, wasn’t he?” Matthew spoke, eyes glancing down to the notebook that  never left Christopher’s side. 

“Clearly,” James replied. “He never leaves this lying around.”

Thomas shrugged. “If he didn’t want to tell us, then we should stay out–”

“Thomas, don’t tell me that we should stay out of this,” Matthew cut him off. “You want to know what is going on with him just as much as I do. All three of us have clearly noticed a shift in his behaviour.”

“But we still shouldn’t pry,” Thomas reasoned with the blonde.

“But don’t you want to know how he has been spending his time? He always leaves late in the day and the following morning he looks exhausted.” Matthew suddenly gasped. “What if he is seeing someone?”

James looked at Matthew, a hint of amusement on his face. “You like to jump to conclusions, Math.”

“Think about it,” Matthew began, “he always leaves us with some obvious excuse. Whenever you two bring up your relationships, Christopher has that small smile on his face that indicates that he is clearly thinking about someone!”

“Matthew, we can’t know for certain,” Thomas reasoned.

“Then we find out,” The blonde said, rising to his feet. “Don’t you want to see who has captured the heart of our Kit.”

Thomas looked conflicted before rising to his feet. “This is a bad idea.”

Matthew smiled. “You are still agreeing.”

“Let’s go before I change my mind.”

***

Christopher waited at the usual meeting point. The sun was set and the sky was dark. The stars were barely visible under the thick smog of the London air. He had already planned on a trip to the countryside to view the stars more clearly. There was a slight chill in the air and Christopher shivered, looking around the area. It was empty and void of any life. The only light shone from a flat above him, casting onto the cobblestone street below. 

As Christopher shivered once more, two arms wrapped around him from behind and he smiled, immediately recognising the bracelet on the wrist. The person was cold yet Christopher only felt warmth as he gently caressed the soft skin of their hands. 

“I missed you,” the person muttered, voice muffled by his jacket. 

Christopher spun around to face the woman he had fallen in love with over the past few months. The smile was bright on his face as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body flush with his. “I missed you too.”

Y/N smiled and leaned up to press a soft kiss against his lips. Christopher responded by cupping her cheeks and kept her in the position, deepening the kiss. Y/N unwrapped her arms from around his torso to wrap around his neck, pressing her body even closer to his. She savoured his warmth.

It had only been three months since Christopher had met Y/N, and it was completely by chance. One night when he was walking back from James and Cordelia’s house after a dinner, he stumbled across Y/N injured in an alleyway. The burn on her arm was a very clear indicator to what she was. Y/N was only turned a year ago and before that she was simply a maid for a wealthy family but once the family had figured out what she was, they kicked her out of the house with nothing but the clothes on her back. Even though Y/N did heal faster than normal, the burn on her arm still needed to be attended to, so Christopher brought her back to his house and helped her out.  

Only after that night would Christopher go out of his way to seek her out and Y/N did just the same thing, they both simply couldn’t stay away from one another. Christopher would show Y/N his experiments. And he even tried coming up with solutions to combine science and shadowhunter technology to create something that would mimic sunlight. However, despite his many conversations with Henry and his many failed experiments, Christopher still hadn’t found a way. 

Y/N was the first to pull away from the kiss as she smiled up at Christopher. “Follow me.”

Christopher laced his fingers with hers and let himself be pulled along by Y/N. His heart fluttered every time she looked at him with that adoring look in her eyes that only he would witness. He never expected to fall in love but he enjoyed the feeling. 

“It’s just through here,” Y/N said, leading him through a park. 

Of course there was no one else here at this time of night, the only movement in the park was the shuffling of the squirrels and possibly other small creatures. 

“Ta-da,” Y/N said as she presented a picnic blanket with a basket in the centre. 

Christopher felt his heart beat increase as he looked down at the loving gesture. His arms were immediately around Y/N’s waist as he pulled her into a hug. 

Y/N giggled. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” Christopher replied. “Thank you.”

Y/N smiled at him as they both took a seat on the blanket. “There is a bakery that is open a long way into the night so I bought you your favourite food.”

Y/N reached into the basket and pulled out two lemon tarts and handed them over to Christopher. He took them gratefully and offered his thanks to Y/N. 

Christopher shuffled on the blanket so he could pull Y/N to his side, wanting physical contact with her as they enjoyed the picnic in the moonlight. Y/N had a small mug of a thick liquid that Christopher already knew was blood. Y/N always tried to hide it whenever she fed in his presence but Christopher didn’t care in the slightest, he wanted her for her and he didn’t want her to hide herself from him. 

As she drank, Christopher took note of the slightly saddened expression on her face as she stared down at the liquid in the mug. His arms tightened around her the smallest amount. 

“I know that you would probably prefer this in the daylight where you could actually see everything,” Y/N began, her voice small. “But with my condition, this is the best I could do.”

Christopher’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t care about that, the only thing I care about is being here with you.”

“But don’t you want someone you can take walks in the sun with, bring to family dinners, have a normal life with,” Y/N said, insecurity lacing her tone. 

“Where is this coming from?” Christopher asked.

Y/N shrugged. “I’ve just been thinking over the past few days that you will never be able to have a normal life with me. I can’t have children. I can’t eat or drink anything that isn’t the blood of an animal. I can’t walk in the sun. I am doomed to a lifetime of darkness and I don’t want to force you to join me in it.”

Christopher placed down the tart and took Y/N’s hands in his. “Y/N, I do not care about any of that. You are who I have fallen in love with. You are not forcing me to do anything I don’t wish to do. I want to stay awake all night to spend time with you, I don’t care what anyone says. I love you for you, every single part of you.”

Tears welled in Y/N’s eyes as she flung herself at Christopher, sending them both down onto the blanket. “I love you too.” Christopher pressed a kiss to her forehead, fingers tangling in her hair. 

“Sorry for being emotional,” Y/N mumbled. “It’s coming up to a year since I was turned.”

Christopher tightened his grip on her, the only form of comfort he knew she would need in that moment.

“I am just missing the sun a little more today,” Y/N confessed. “Even the stars would be nice to see.”

Christopher’s fingertips brushed across her arm as he spoke. “I have been planning a trip for us to take to the countryside. Out there you will see as many stars as you wish and we can get away, just the two of us. I have a carriage prepared with blackout curtains so we can travel during the day and have the whole night to explore.”

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I would love that.”

Christopher smiled as Y/N buried her head in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes. “I was thinking of leaving in a few days' time.”

“We can leave whenever you wish,” Y/N replied, her lips brushing against his neck. “The sooner we leave, the sooner I get to spend every moment with you.”

“Then we will leave tomorrow,” Christopher said. “We can leave just before the sun rises.”

Y/N smiled. “That sounds absolutely perfect.”

“I love you,” Christopher muttered against her forehead. 

“I love you too, Christopher,” Y/N replied. “And thank you for everything you have done for me.”

“I will continue for as long as I shall live,” Christopher replied and pressed his lips against hers. This time, neither of them broke away for a while. They simply enjoyed being wrapped in each other's embrace. 

***

Thomas, James and Matthew quietly left the park and headed for James’s house, each one shocked by what they had just witnessed.

Matthew stepped ahead of the Herondale and the Lightwood, a smirk toying on his lips. “I told you so.”

[mikqls0n]

Relax||Jace Herondale x Fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: after a long day of fighting, jace just wants to relax the night with you

Warnings: smut ,fluff

A/n: probably the best smut I’ve ever written

[ @acecampbellbower @angelst4re ]

You,jace,Isabelle,Alec and clary walk into the institute,your body’s sweating and on the edge of just falling onto the floor and fall asleep.

“I’ll be in the shower,see you guys tomorrow” you didn’t had time to answer and Isabelle followed by Alec were gone,leaving you,jace and clary.

“I’m going into the greenhouse for like a few hours”and so was clary gone too.

Now it was only you and jace standing there in the hallway,half awake,half tired,craving for the shower and the bed at the same time.

“C’mon,why don’t we take a shower hm?”

“Please,I feel like I fell in mud”

———

You both had undressed in the bathroom before stepping into the shower,your back against jace’s front as water fell all over you.

“So,I had talked to Isabelle this morning and she said we would go shopping again” you said as you turned to your boyfriend,your Arms over his shoulders and his hands on your waist.

“That’s good,right?”you had a smirk in your face.

“Andddd you’re coming with us” you then said,your smirk growing as jace only looked at you.

“Do I have to?”

“Of course you have to! We dont spend time together outside the institute that much,you cant only go out to kill demons,you also have to enjoy your life”

“Hmm”jace rested his chin on your head as he holds you close as the water fell over you two, enjoying the closeness.

———

You and Jace had gone out of the shower with only towels on you as jace suddenly came from behind you and had spin you around to face him as he wasted no time to press his lips against yours.

Your hand came up to his hair,pulling him closer which lead your towel to fall down, being now fully exposed to jace.

Jace slowly walked forward as you hit the bed making you fall on it as jace hovered over you, leaving kisses all over your neck.

You let out a moan as he found a soft spot on your neck, sucking on it as your hands came down to remove his towel from his waist.

You buck your hips to jace’s as he immediately pulls your hips down again.” Needy huh?”

“Please” you moaned again as his lips found its way to your neck again.

“Please what, c’mon angel tell me what you want” he whispered as jace grabbed both your wrists, pinning them obove your head, his lips still kissing your neck.

“Fuck me, please, needed you all day” you whisper as jace smirked,not giving you any warning before thrusting into you all the way in which causes you to let out a moan.

“Oh..fuck jace…”his lips were again on your neck,sucking on the skin as he didn’t gave you time to adjust his size when he started to move in and out of your pussy.

You closed your eyes from all the pleasure jace is giving you as you continued to let out loud moans.

Jace had grabbed your chin making sure you open your eyes as they Met His.”keep your eyes open Angel ,look at me when I’m fucking you”he whispers as he presses his lips against yours meanwhile thrusting into you again making you moan out loud again against his lips.

“That’s it,be loud,let the others hear who’s fucking you so good hm..”your hands bring buried in His Hair as he snaps his hips hard against yours.

“You gonna cum? Hm come one make a mess in my cock,show me how much you love it”and so you do,cuming on his cock,you also felt jace filling you up,leaning his forehead against yours.

“Are You okay?”he asks.

“Mhm”You Were both trying to control your breathing as jace slowly pulled out of you.

“C’mon let’s take a bath together okay?”

[reality-exodus]

The Last Hours of a Herondale

Ch.1 Better Angels

Pair: Matthew Fairchild x reader

Words: 2k

Summary: James' twin sister, just like him and Lucie has an unexplained ability, she sees visions of the past and the future occasionally when she touches an object or a person. What happens though, when she sees herself dying?

Warning: maybe blood?

I was surveying the demon battle; I didn’t ponder much as my twin brother and his Parabatai danced with the demon. I was sitting ready to intervene in case it was necessary, I had a bad feelings and unfortunately my gut was usually not mistaken.

James disappeared once again, it used to happen a lot more than that, and it would keep happening to him. The moment he was out of sight I jumped down from the rooftop I was observing. Before I landed I heard Matt’s scream, I immediately took out my whip slapping it in the air as the electricity. I didn’t know if my brother was back and I couldn’t care less about the usual catchphrase Matt would mock me with before running into a battle “Sit back and watch how it’s done”. He is my brother’s Parabatai, namely, the same as James. I was holding Matthew’s stele at the ceremony.

“Dodge” I exclaimed as I had the demon still for some moments, I took out a dagger and threw it at the demon. Matt followed my instruction without further notice.

My plan though didn’t work out for long as the demon escaped the tie of my whip letting me fall backwards.

“Y/N/N!” Matt exclaimed and turned at me, he was actually worried.

“I won’t break Matt, where did the demon go?” I asked and stood up and stepped forward as I activated the voyance rune upon my wrist.

“Lurked back into the shadows” he spoke up confidently. Matt paced further in the dark alley and the demon hissed loudly and gripped his shoulders tightly. He screamed as the demon managed to dug its nails to his shoulders, its mouth opened up in four and he hissed to his face as I leaped on its back and stabbed it with a seraph blade but before its blade could dug through its skull its head turned 180 degrees, its stinky breath straight to my face.

Moments flashed and I saw my brother be back. Deumas roared again and pressured the blade to its chest yelling the angels name, but once he threw Matt off of him and then its attention turned to me, James was already there, he swung his arm back pulling my seraph sword out as I fell on my back in the shadows.  James looked like he was losing it.

“James!” I yelled, unaware if he heard me, the demon slapped him as he seemed to disorientate. I groaned in pressure as I prevented another hit to my brother with my daggers. Suddenly the demon was swept off his feet, three chords wrapped around its legs pulling it backwards. It was Thomas standing behind us with his bolas. Thomas was tall and had a massive physique.

“I am alright” my brother assured me and I dodged to the side retrieving my weapon and returning it on my belt. I let my whip loose again and trapped its upper body as Thomas was still holding it in place. With the corner of my eye I noticed Christopher helping Matt, before I returned to the demon that soon burst out in an explosion of ichor and demon blood that showered me and everyone else but my brother.

“Matthew, Y/N-.” My brother begun and as I was wiping the slime from my cloths.

“How- Wha-?” Christopher shuttered and I raised an eyebrow.

“Do you mean how we tracked down the last demon in London?” James asked as he carefully offered me a napkin. “Or that it is also the most disgusting thing?” I was surprised on how calm and normal his voice sounded. I knew he was innerly shaking.

“Or that James managed to make us a mess and yet stay out of it.” I commented to lighten the atmosphere as I wiped the last bit of ichor from under my chin there was a small burn mark from it there. He was the only one untouched.

I saw Thomas roll his eyes in annoyance as he was covered in ichor as Matthew sputtered the seraph blade that defused. “This is an outrage” he commented tossing the weapon aside. “Do you know how much I spent on this waistcoat?” he asked with annoyance and complaint.

“Plus no one told you to go demon hunting dressed like an extra from the Importance of being Earnest” James pointed out, he handed another napkin to his parabatai as well. He was standing between us.

Thomas spoke commenting on Matt as well. Therefore I didn’t hear him. “James, your hand…” I noticed a gash across his palm, I took out my stele and touched his at hand. He removed himself from his grip looking at me for any sign of seizure but I pointed at my gloves and smiled as I drew an iratze. It was usually Matt’s work, but it was only a gash.

Us twins had our very own gift as our parents call it trying to convince us it is not a curse,  though nor me neither my brother feel it like a gift, it is an uncontrolled ability we have, that activates randomly. James changes dimensions, he comes back though, his episodes do not last this long and there is nothing we can usually do as he physically disappears. I on the other hand, see visions, usually unclear and enigmatic concerning the object or the person I came in contact with. While I see those dreams, I am falling into a sort of seizure. This happens since I am ten, my uncle Jem though, gifted me a pair of enchanted gloves to wear and I have to admit that it has been helpful.

“Thomas! Stop scrubbing at me” Christopher said, windmilling his arms. “We should go back to the Devil and get cleaned there.”

“I agree, its starting to get chilly.” I spoke and secured my stele inside my pocket. Matt looked at me and removed his fancy waist coat and placed it around my shoulders gently.

“Care to tell me how much you spent on it?” I asked in a mocking way as everyone started walking to the Devil’s Tavern.

“Its useless now either way” Matt replied as I wrapped it better around me while we were walking there. I rarely went to the Devil, it was a hide out, a safe spot for my brother and his friends. I knew it wasn’t true but I felt as I intruded… Maybe because this is how I felt when someone invaded my atelier or music room.

“I almost didn’t recognize the lot of you when you tramped in here covered in whatever you call it…” The waitress commented and I looked at her, Polly I think it was her name. There were welcome exclamations galore, the boys were really loved around here, fairly though.

“Its been ages since we have seen a demon in London” said James

“I reckon they are all too scared to show their faces…” Polly spoke.

“Scared?” James asked confused. The rest of the boys were spread across the Tavern, Christopher and Thomas went to eat and drink some water, while I saw Matt bottoming up a whole glass of a brownish liquid which was one hundred per cent alcohol. 

“Scared of what?” I wondered and her gaze fell upon me. She wrinkled her nose, a werewolf she is, she probably smelled ichor, blood and sandalwood upon me.

“And what a beauty like you is doing in such dirty shit hole.” She spoke, obviously avoiding my question.

“You have seen me before…” I commented puzzled at the reaction of the wolf. She extended her hand and gripped my chin lightly and turned my head to the side. I felt my breath be caught upon my chest, intention was good as she dragged her finger behind my ear taking a drop of ichor.

Within seconds James gripped Polly’s wrist and threw it away from me. I turned to my twin, I knew he was there but I was not there, I could see a girl, Polly, go down an alley, she was so carefree and happy until the person next to her suddenly started to change. She would scream and shout for help but the eldest werewolf didn’t seem to be phased, he simply bit her. I squeezed my eyes, I couldn’t watch and therefore there she was, young Polly, her expression twisted in pain and agony from the lycanthropy infection. I opened my eyes again and I could see, or more like sense my brother, he was calm, it was a usual thing for me. I would be alright in about five minutes. I let out a soft cry I was surveying Polly turn into a werewolf for the first time. It felt like forever until I shot up.

I looked around, I found myself into the attic of the Merry Thieves, it was a small space with one bedroom. I was laying on the bed while I still had Matthew’s coat as a blanket over me. I took my time to make myself obvious and I caught an interesting conversation about ‘Grace’

“Her name is Grace” said James, a hint of annoyance upon his voice. I could smell the gin on him as he was sitting on the bed next to me.

“Exactly, Grace” Agreed Thomas “Aunt Tatiana’s always kept them both in splendid isolation in Idris- no visitors at all- but apparently she’s decided to move back to London, so my parents are all in a dither about it” he explained and this unlocked so many memories of our childhood times in Idris where James would secretly go to meet Grace. I did not like her that much as I got along better with Barbara Lightwood, Thomas’ eldest sister.

“Grace? To London?” James asked in complete disorientation.

“Seems Tatiana wants to bring her out in society” Thomas looked puzzled at my brother’s reaction. “I suppose you’ve met her in Idris? Your house is next to the Blackthorn manor, isn’t it?” It was true, We used to meet her every Summer.

There were moments of silence as there was no one responding so it was the time to make the fact that I returned to reality known. “And where will she stay?” I asked the thing my twin wouldn’t dare and I felt his relief wash over his figure as he turned at me.

“Hello there” James smiled at me and patted my knee as I was curled in a ball under Matt’s coat.

“Are you feeling alright? You seemed to doze off at Polly’s charms” Math’s voice sounded smooth and sweet as he joked with me.

“I will live, apparently” I smiled lightly as I felt uncomfortable to speak about Polly. “Too bad for your coat, you won’t have it back today.” I added and curled in a ball under it. It had his smell.

“No worries, it was disposable after James’ smart move” Matthew replied with a charming smile and he patted my head gently.

“Awee how sweet of you” spoke up with a sigh. I felt lightheaded as I sat up, making an effort to balance my head. James held my shoulders not attempting to touch me again, afraid that there would be another episode.

“Your hand…” I noticed as it seemed that my iratze didn’t work as needed.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Matthew asked and his slim but muscular hand slipped out his stele. I could see his veins as he was preparing his stele.

Thomas approached me with a toast and I chuckled lightly as he offered it to me. “You something bad for Polly, didn’t you?” he asked me. Math and Jame were further but I could notice that they were listening to me.

“I did, but I am actually used to seeing bad things” I explained and certainly did not deny the fact that I was hungry too much. “This is pretty good” I smiled at my cousin as he poured some water in a glass.

“I don’t mean to be the first one to leave a party” announced I, so as to get their attention “however I shall be making my way to the institute.” I spoke up and James seemed to dislike the idea.

“Perhaps you should stay for a bit and then we can return together.” My brother remarked and looked at me. I was trying to understand was it he was fearing fathers wrath or he was extremely worried about me.

“No, I’d rather not” I smiled at him “Do not concern yourself James. I will be completely fine. I promise.” I sat up taking my time to stand up from the old wooden bed of the attic. Thomas was right next to me, I am certain he was pondering where to support me if needed without jeopardizing to have another episode.

“How exactly do you expect me to do that, when you just had an episode” he remarked as he approached me once Math was done drawing an iratze rune upon his skin

“And you had an episode of your own as well and with us not knowing what was the cause of it. At least with me you saw it coming.” I spoke with my voice raising by the note. I was so disturbed by the fact that he considered the incident with me so much more important  than his even though it was considered during battle.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed.

“James!” I yelled back almost immediately, it was a reflect that took over and I could not control. I knew that I was supposed to be the delicate girl amongst the boys that were mostly friends of my brother. Nevertheless I could not stand the unfairness of the matter. I was the girl he was the boy we were in the same danger and our troubled moments were just as random and I could not fathom the fact he was being the same phallocratic male like the ones were asking for my hand were.

I started walking to the exit of the attic and Matthew got my elbow. I tried to conserve my gaze therefore I just couldn’t help and stare at him, deadly. “I am going home on my own! I am pretty capable of doing so and I do not need anyone to protect me or my honor. In case it wasn’t noticed I saved Math twice just some hours earlier when you had one hell of a random disappearance to God knows where. Perhaps papa would be interested in a more detailed version of tonight’s success.” I stated, my angry gaze met James’ who’s blood I could feel boiling.

“You wouldn’t dare.” He growled, his teeth greeted and his jaw clenched, his outfit was still well-stood unlike mine. I looked like I was in a battle indeed, my hair tucked in a messy bun with all the braids rogue and my clothes filled with stains and scratches.

“Well, I thought you wouldn’t dare to imply that I wouldn’t make it home alone… And yet here we stand.” I spoke up and threw the coat at Matthew who caught it.

“No keep it, I will come until some point, I need some quality bourbon not this, whatever it is.” Matthew spoke and walked out.

“Whatever” I shrugged my shoulders and walked out of the attic. I knew this would calm down James, just as I knew Matthew would trust me, even though he looks like he doesn’t care at all about me or anyone for that matter…

[vecna-is-here]

Marlowe in love - IV

Pairing: Kit Marlowe x F! Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Read the previous parts here:

For @bleuatlas @kiggyfeather and @jcbbby

I’m sorry this took SO long!

You were pacing back and forth, it seemed to take so long… Your night hadn’t been particularly restful since you tossed and turned for ages before finally falling asleep. The day had passed so slowly, even though you had slept until noon. After taking a long, hot bath you looked for a dress to wear. You had decided on a dark red one, it almost seemed black, and the sleeves and neck were trimmed with lace. You had it made especially for Christmas but today seemed like an even better moment to wear it. Your loose curls fell down your back and the shorter locks in the front framed your face alluringly. You didn’t usually wear colour on your face, and yet you reddened your cheeks and lips a bit - it was subtle, yet seductive. Persephone chattered and started brushing against your leg so you picked her up and sat down. She purred happily in your lap and her bright, copper eyes flickered in the evening sun.

A gentle knock startled you and your black cat meowed annoyedly before jumping on the table next to you. She had never been keen on visitors and usually hid until they left. She hadn’t seen the playwright last time since she was sleeping in your garden back then. You got up and tidied your hair before opening the door, your heart was pounding.

Kit’s charming smile was the first thing you saw and it made you weak. He leaned against the doorframe and his black attire made him look irresistibly handsome.

‘Good evening.’, his voice gave you shivers.

‘Hello there.’ you blushed and gestured for him to come in so you could get your cloak. You had forgotten it upstairs.

He stepped inside and you said: ‘I’ll be right back, let me fetch my cloak. You heard a hiss and saw your black cat looking utterly displeased.

‘Y/N?’

‘Yes?’ you turned around and met his intoxicating eyes.

‘You look lovely.’

‘Thank you…’ you blushed. ‘And don’t mind the cat, she doesn’t like strangers.’ you added with a chuckle.

While you were upstairs Kit had approached Persephone. She swished her tail and narrowed her eyes at him. He greeted her and stuck out his hand and to his surprise, she gently rubbed her cheek against it. Kit chuckled and, before he knew it, held the purring animal in his arms. You came downstairs and couldn’t believe what you saw.

‘Goodness!’ you chuckled and Kit’s grin made your heart flutter. ‘I see you’ve met Persephone.’.

‘The goddess of the underworld.’ he muttered.

‘But she loathes guests…’ you said.

‘I’m not like most people.’ he smiled.

He put your cat back on the windowsill and gently took your hand: ‘Let’s go, darling.’

[blumenflowergelb]

Go to hell!

The ball room looked beautiful. The colors matches with the tables and the flowers were arranged perfectly. The was ball room was loud as always, the chatter of people and the clincking of the glasses filled Yn with excitement.Thomas, Matthew and Christopher were already there. Yn blushed while looking at Matthew. He was holding a glass of champagne in his hand while chating with Thomas. The fact that he drank champagne and not something hight percentage meant that he was happy.

„If you look longer at Matthew your eyes will fall out.“snickered Lucie. For this Yn just showed and ruffled her hair. Lucie gasped and hit her shoulder.

„Girls please behave. You can play after the ball.“Will said while looking at the guest and checking if everything was alright. „But papa Yn destroyed my hair! Mama needed hours for this!“Will only sighed.

Matthew looked around the room and saw Yn standing with Lucie. He wanted to go to them but suddenly James showed him. „If you look any longer at yn your eyes will fall out.“Matthew only responded with showing him back.While the boys were playing and talking the Carstairs family arrived. The moment Matthew saw Alastair his mood soured. He looked to James to say something but he saw that James mask comletly disappeared. He looked at Christopher who was observing James too.

Yn was taking a break from dancing when Alastair Carstairs appeared.He held his hand out for her. „May i have this dance?“

Surprisingly Charles and Matthew were standing next to each other. They did not speak just observed the dance. Suddenly Charles tensed up and his face became sour.“Is everything all right?“asked Matthew. „What should not be alright?“replied Charles without looking at Matthew. He was intensely staring at a pair of dancers. The realization left Matthew breathless. The pair looked handsome and they danced perfectly. Yn was laughing with Alastair while hanging from his arms. Of course it was normal since they were dancing but it still made Matthew sick. The closeness of them led Matthew of thinkig what if they were in love? The different scenarios he painted in his head did not help him feeling better. Just the thought of them touching and being intimate hurt. Jealousy clouded Matthews head. The moment the song ended he tensed and begann to walk toward yn.

Yn and Alastair almost reached the chairs when Matthew showed up. He had his sweet smile but his eyes were cold like snow. „Alastair what a nice day to see each other!“said Matthew with a clearly fake happiness. „It is, Fairchild.“ replied Alastair coldly. Alastair turned to Yn and bowed his head. „It was a pleasure.“ Yn smiled at him. „The pleasure was mine Alastair.“

While Alastair was walking away Matthew watched him. He felt angry. Regardless of his feeling he tried to hide his feeling. He looked at Yn. „May I have this dance my lady?“ smirked Matthew at Yn. Yn cocked her eyebrow and took Matthews hand.

Usually Yn felt warm while dancing with Matthew. His smell made her stomach churn in a good way but today she felt herself afire . She could barely look at Matthew who was intensely looking at her. He too felt the fire inside him spread. It was not sexual but more like love. He felt so incredibly happy to be near her ,he tought he would die of a heart attack. She made him so happy a kind of happiness he tought he would never feel again. The way she laughed, the way she looked while fighting and the way she existed made him warm. When the song ended he reluctantly let go of her hand but still looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

„You are not going to ask me about Alastair?“

„Is there something I should know ?“

„It depends on what you would like to ask.“

Before Matthew could ask anything Christopher and Thomas showed up. They begann to talk about the horrible dance with Rosamund Wentworth. Later on the others joined them too. When it was time to leave Matthew and Yn went ahead. He looked at her „You look absolutly regal. A mans dream, you are.“

„A mans dream you say? I only danced a few times tonight and no man wanted my hand nor my lips.“

„If any man wanted you I am sure he would not have made past Christopher. And what a scandal it could be! A man wanting the lips of the unmarried Yn Herondale. Just think about the rumors!“At that Yn could only laugh. „Come to my room tonight. We can talk about today if you want to.“

„An invitation to a ladys room at night. I could never pass on that expesially because it‘s you.“

„I hope you are not flirting with my dear sister, Matthew!“yelled James behind them. Both of them went scarlet red while the Merry Thieves and the girls laughed. „A man can only hide his feelings for so long my dear James.“said Anna while smirking.

„Oh all of you, go to hell!“ They only replied with an even bigger laughter.

[acciotwinz]

I finished Chain of Thorns and I am in denial that we will never see these characters again. I am in denial over who dies and all that has been left unsaid.

So, in order to fully live in ignorance, I am opening requests for The Last Hour characters!

PLEASE SEND ME MATTHEW REQUESTS

[zoyalannister]

hi

game of the week

-Without spoiling say for each WIP (the ones with many chapters left to read yet) your fav scene ex.: chapter 5 first scene

-A trope we will never find in your works

-a good moment from your fanfic writer life ex.:when my work "..." had "x" kudos after 1 hour, when someone said ...

Bye

Hope you enjoy

Hi!

1.

Geranium: it's no secret that my absolute fav is the scene in the carriage in chapter 3, but of thr unpublished: the third macro-scene in chapter 5, the last scene of chapter 6 and the final scene of the Coda.

Endless Sunlight: 2nd scene in chapter 7, all Interlude: 775 days, the second scene of chapter 10, the last scene of Interlude: The last cigarette, the first scene in chapter 13.

Still insists she sees the ghosts: the first scene in chapter 2, the second half of chapter 5 and a scene in chapter 6 that I have to add but I'm not sure where.

2. You will never find love triangles, bad boys, fake enemies to lovers who actually love each other from the start. It's not really a trope, but you won't find infantilized Christopher Lightwood in my fanfics.

3. When the readers who haven’t been around for a few chapters come back and comment all the chapters they missed, it's very good because they could just comment the last one, but they take the time and effort to let you know what they think chapter by chapter.

[mortalfaerie]

To Fake An Engagement (M.F.)

part 1/?

matthew farichild x (fem) reader

word count: 2118

synopsis: reader has had a crush on matthew for years, but has never acted on it. after a night of drinking at the devil’s tavern, reader and matthew jokingly exchange family rings, a gesture of engagement. at least, she thought it was a joke. no coi spoilers.

If there was one good thing that James and Cordelia’s faux engagement had afforded your friends, it was the ability to stay out as long as you liked, feigning to help with wedding preparations or attending social events with the young couple.

In truth, most of those nights were spent you would have all longed to have spent it anyway: in the rooms above The Devil’s Tavern, idling away the time with cards, experiments, and telling stories. This was how you intended to spend this night, seated at the table in the center of the room, playing poker for hairpins with The Merry Thieves, Cordelia, and Lucie. Not having poker chips on hand, and not equally having enough coins to play for real money, Cordelia had scoffed and begun to pull out the ridiculous amount of hairpins that held up her locks- intended for a night of festivities in society- and placed them on the table. 

“Well, that will have to be at least thirty.” She said, nodding at the pile.

“Ah, well, I’ll contribute as well.” Lucie had agreed amiably, and discarded twenty or so pins to the pile. The rest of the group looked to you, your hair still contained in its chingon. 

“Oh, well, sure.” You conceded, and discarded your hairpins to the table, and idly ran your fingers through your hair, trying to smooth it out. “But I am sticking you all with the blame if it is horribly knotted by the end of the night.” You stated, jokingly.

From beside you at the table, Matthew gave you an appraising look. “Seems well enough to me.”

You gave an eye roll, as you often did, and let your hair fall over your shoulder between you and conceal the blush. It was fairly common knowledge to at least a few members of the group that you had a crush on Matthew, for better or for worse, since your family had come to London two years ago. Of course, Matthew, who had long been your friend, had appeared to be infatuated at different times, with everyone except you. You had resigned yourself, complaining to Lucie that it was hopeless, but she of course had denied it, not wanting to see you upset. Now, he seemed to be bewitched by Cordelia.

You all knew that Cordelia and James’ marriage was fake. In some ways, you thought it was rather funny. That said, Matthew seemed eternally bittersweet at the thought of it. A marriage was a marriage, was indeed a marriage, whether fake or not.  

You played cards and laughed, exchanging drinks at intervals, and nipped a bit of Matthew’s brandy while whispering about Christopher’s strategy and Thomas’ lack of proper poker face. After a game, when unsurprisingly, Lucie took the lot of hairpins, you talked idly with your friends as Lucie gloated.

“So, what will we do once James and Cordelia marry, and we can no longer feign that we have very important wedding business on dull nights?” Thomas asked the group.

“Ah, well, we could create another marriage blanc among the group, y’know?” James laughed, not noticing the slight wince Cordelia gave at the reminder. 

Lucie laughed. “Well, I am not volunteering myself as the bride. I have many things I yet need to do before marrying, blanc ou non.”

Matthew, who had been studying his glass of brandy for the past few minutes in an odd quiet, looked up and said humorously “Well, that leaves us with Y/N,” and, turning to you, asked “So do you accept such a nomination?”

You laughed, feeling your cheeks flush rapidly. “Oh, my, well I don’t see anybody proposing to me?” you reasoned, and took a brisk sip of your drink. 

“Ah, but you can have your pick!” James said, poking a finger about the table. “You could choose to be Y/N Lightwood,” he gestured to Christopher and Thomas, the latter of the two punching him playfully in the shoulder to dissuade him, but he concluded, “Or you could be Y/N Fairchild!”

The group roared in approval at the suggestion, and though it was all a joke, you couldn’t lie that you enjoyed the sound of it. 

“Oh, come now, we still have months before you marry.” You laughed. 

“And so months to plan our next deception of the Enclave.” Christopher nodded. He, probably more than the rest, loved the idea of deceiving the Enclave. 

“Certainly more time to plan than we had.” Cordelia said, with a half smile.

“Shall you accept petitions of marriage in the meantime?” Lucy asked, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “I think it would be most romantic, and surely, the most diplomatic means to decide.”

Mathew, in response, snorted. “Oh, Lucie, you’re beginning to sound like Charles.”

Lucie’s face screwed up in momentary dissatisfaction. “Oh, by the Angel, I should hope not.”

You smiled. “All the same, I rather like the idea of you all presenting why I should marry you, and not the others.” 

“Hm, well,” Thomas began, carrying on the ruse you seem to have created at the table. “Well, Lightwood is a good name, and you would never want for comfortable conversation.”

Christopher nodded enthusiastically at Thomas, and added “And Aunt Sophie would love Y/N.”

“Oi! Conjecture!” James said accusingly. “You can’t advocate for someone else.”

Christopher raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright! I-” he began, but then paused. The group laughed in response. “Uh. Okay, well, you would always be entertained.” he decided, and gave a toothy smile. 

You nodded to him obligingly, and then turned to Matthew, expecting him to contribute. He started when you looked at him.

“Hm? Oh! Yes, my petition.” He said, setting down his glass. “Though I am certain to be an eternal bachelor, I could assure that you would always be fashionably dressed,” he said, considering. “Your bed would always be warm, if by me or by Oscar,” he added with a smile. You laughed in response, he knew you loved Oscar. You had always wanted a dog of your own, but your parents would never oblige you. “You would be the Consul’s daughter, I should add, and Fairchild is also a good name,” and he gave you an indulgent smile and thumbed your nose as he concluded, “And I must say, our children would be beautiful indeed.” 

You flushed even redder than you had before, and the group whooped at your shock. 

Cordelia shook her head. “Matthew, nobody said anything about children. It would be another blanc marriage, after all.”

He sketched a bow to her and answered, “I will not apologize for having a flair for the dramatic.”

“Mm, well then,” James interjected, eyes shining. “Your verdict, Y/N?”

You looked around the table, surprised to see they were all looking expectantly to you. “Oh, well, if I must choose,” you began, and cleared your throat. “I think I would have to take Matthew’s offer.” And apologetically, added for Christopher and Thomas, “I am sorry, I could never say no where Oscar is concerned.” 

Matthew winked at you. “And who could blame you? He is most charismatic.” He patted your hand beside him and then said, “It is decided then, after Cordelia and James have wedded, Y/N and I shall become engaged, and you may all fuss over us in turn.” 

Surprising all of you, Matthew removed his Fairchild ring and held it out to you. “Shall we?” he asked, still smiling. Your mind raced. He was drunk, of course, and you weren’t much better. Of course, it was a joke. A ruse, and you would probably return rings in the morning after a good laugh. You bit your lip consideringly, and then decided to have fun. You reached for your family ring, and placed it in his hand. He slid the Fairchild ring onto your finger, and placed a kiss to your hand. You giggled, and the group applauded and laughed.

“My bride to be.” He said to the group, gesturing to the ring on your hand.

-

 The next morning, when your family’s maid drew open the curtains of your room, you blocked the light with your hand and was surprised when you recognized that the ring on your hand was not yours, but Matthew’s. You couldn’t remember all of night, but you must have not returned his ring before parting. You made a mental note to return it upon seeing him later, as you were likely to see him at the park, where a picnic- this time, without daylight demons- was planned.

-

You were enthusiastically listening to Lucie’s latest edition of The Beautiful Cordelia alongside the Lightwoods, Anna included, and Cordelia when the Consul’s carriage arrived, and Matthew and James together exited to join you on the blanket. You had tried to find the time during conversation and food to return the ring, but it evaded you. As the afternoon pulled on, you gathered your coat in a pile and reclined against it, watching the moving clouds. You had closed your eyes a moment when abruptly, the sun disappeared above you. Your eyes flew open in shock as you reached for your dagger, but stopped when your eyes landed on Matthew, standing over you and looking down. 

“No demons, only me.” He said with a smile. As always, you rolled your eyes. “Will you take a turn about the path with me?” He asked, and offered a hand to help you up. 

You accepted it, and brushed off your skirts. You looped your arm through his and began to walk in silence. After a few minutes, you blurted out, “I expect you’ll want your ring back.”

He shot you an odd look, and answered, “I was about to offer you yours. Though, I admit, I was tempted to keep it.”

“What?” you asked, incredulously. 

“Well, it seems to be great fun to pretend to be engaged, don’t you think?” He said, looking straight ahead.

“Oh, I’m sure, but, Matthew,” you sighed, and he stopped to regard you. 

“Ah, yes, you would not want to be engaged to me.” He said, looking inexplicably through and past you. “I would not blame you. I accepted a fate as an eternal bachelor long ago.”

“No, Matthew, that’s not-” you began, but he cut you off.

“You would want to be engaged to me?” he asked, brows raised.

“Matthew, please let me finish a sentence!” you exclaimed, and he fell silent.

“Thank you.” you sighed. “I was saying, I am sure it would be great fun to pretend to be engaged, but I would want-” you gestured aimlessly. “A husband who loved me.”

He looked at you earnestly and said quietly, though you were alone, “I could love you, Y/N.”

Your heart wrenched at his words. “I would want you to love me, Matthew, not simply be able to.”

You passed a moment of silence, regarding each other, and then he said, “Will you keep the ring?”

You shook your head in disbelief, and reached to take it off, but he stopped you. “Don’t. Keep it. You can have yours in return, but keep mine. It does me good to see someone else wear it. It’s unlikely to be given to another.” and there was a loneliness to it that hurt you.

“Matthew.” you sighed, and laced your fingers in your own. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” you began, and he met your eyes. “What if- what if, we had a deal.” you suggested.

“A deal?” he asked. You nodded. “Yes, a deal. What if I kept the ring for… a year?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You will have to explain your reasoning.”

You cleared your throat. “You say, you could love me. If I keep this ring for a year, and at the end of the year, you love me-”

“You’ll accept my offer in earnest?” he supplied. You nodded in response. 

His eyes lit up, but he nodded with a schooled expression. “Very well. A year. Keep my ring for a year.”

“I shall.” you replied. You smiled oddly, and regarded your interlaced hands. “I do quite like the Fairchild ring.”

He smiled warmly. “It is quite superior, as far as family crests are concerned.”

You nudged him playfully. “You are biased, Matthew Fairchild.”

“Perhaps I am. Am I the worse for it?” he replied.

“Oh, no more than the rest of us. We shadowhunters are terribly prideful.” you said, and looked up to him. To your surprise, he pressed a kiss to your temple. You squeezed his hand without thinking, and he smiled. “A year. A winter wedding then, or spring?”

All you could do was laugh in response, but your stomach was tied in nervous, hopeful knots.

[elleclairez]

List of Fandoms (Books) I write x reader stories :

Requests are open

The Grishaverse

Nikolai Lantsov

Kaz Brekker

Aleksander Morozova

Fedyor Kaminsky

Tolya Yul-Bataar

ACOTAR

Azriel

Cassian

Lucien

Eris

The Red Queen

Maven Calore

Throne of Glass

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

The Last Hours

Matthew Fairchild

Christopher Lightwood

James Herondale

[cassandraclare]

Anna, Ariadne, sexuality and genderfludity in the Belle Epoque

SPOILERS (and a mass of text, much under a cut)

jonginflicted said: cassie i loved every exquisite thing so much oh god, i could almost see myself in ariadne, like a sort of refusal to fully be herself (we were born in the same place too!) and i'm wondering, does ariadne really love anna or is this just a time-pass or an experiment for her. she does say that she likes anna a lot, but her willingness to marry charles seems a little off to me (or am i seeing things) as always, thank you so much for writing for us!

-Thank you!

Ariadne is under crushing social pressure to marry a man. She does love Anna 

— she’s fallen in love with her the same way Anna has with her, with that sort of sweeping at-first-sight romantic overwhelmingness that sometimes happens, especially when it’s your first time. I really tried to avoid any suggestion this was an “experiment” or anything like that for Ariadne. She’s a lesbian and she knows she’s a lesbian. She just also believes it’s impossible for her to live an authentic life as a lesbian woman in 1901 without being cruelly punished. I don’t think you’re seeing things so much as it’s hard to understand what Ariadne is facing in 1901 (and would face in some places now):

From Strangers: Homosexual Love in the Nineteenth Century by Graham Robb: 19th-century homosexuals lived under a cloud...Most of them suffered, not from the cruel machinery of justice, but from the creeping sense of shame, the fear of losing friends, family and reputation, the painful incompatibility of religious belief and sexual desire, the social and mental isolation, and the strain of concealment.

That’s a horrific thing to face. (Not that we live in an LGBT+ utopia now and they lived in an LGBT+ dystopia then: it’s a lot more complicated than that.) Ariadne’s parents, unlike Anna’s, are extremely conservative, and this union with Charles is the thing they want. So it wouldn’t matter much to Ariadne whether it was Charles or some other guy – it’s not going to be the thing she wants except that she doesn’t want to be isolated, to be abandoned, to be rejected by her parents and family, which are totally normal things to be terrified of. 

Everyone has layered identities. Ariadne has identities as a woman of color, as a lesbian, as an adopted child, as the daughter of conservative government officials, as a woman who wants children, and in many ways those identities are in conflict for her in ways Anna’s identities are less so. Ariadne isn’t a coward, or a cruel person. She is making the best choices she can within a set of limitations that are oppressive, and that she did not invent or ask for. 

ti-bae-rius said: Hello Cassie! Firstly, wow okay turns out I have a huge fiction crush on Anna Lightwood. Hot damn. Secondly - and slightly less flippant/lovestruck - is Anna happy with female pronouns? Is that what Anna identifies with or was it more due to conformity of the time? Basically, is Anna’s gender expression limited by temporal factors? Such a badass character who is seriously fuelling my waistcoat obsession right now. Love the new GOTSM and all the best! x

I'm so happy you enjoyed the new GOTSM and that you like (have a huge crush on) Anna! I would say that Anna is happy with female pronouns, yes, as she's happy with the gift of the necklace that her mother gave her, something she can be comfortable with as she's not with dresses. That said, temporal factors are certainly a part of that! Today Anna would consider and call herself genderfluid, but the term didn't exist at the time, and of course many genderfluid people today refer to themselves by “he” or “she” pronouns, as well as many others, according to what feels most comfortable to them. Anna is a product of her time: had she been born in a different time many things might have been different — but that is the case for every single one of the TID and TLH characters, and for all of us alive today, who express ourselves in ways which would have been extremely unconventional in the past and will likely be considered backward and oppressive in the future. :)

In 1902 (a year after the events of EET) people were academically discussing the idea of a third or “intermediate” sex, but it was a very new thing — not something Shadowhunters would know about, or the average mundane. It was also referred to as “sexual inversion” which was seen as an academic term at the time. The idea of LGBTQ+ sexuality was a taboo topic--sexuality at all was a taboo topic, with people getting arrested for indecency for publishing pamphlets about contraception--and the idea of LGBTQ+ identity was scarcely understood at all. 

Anna herself, and those who love and accept her, would find it very hard to conceptualize or articulate gender fluidity. Feelings have always existed long before there were words for them, and many words once used are not the words we use now. I wanted to be accurate and faithful to the time period, but I also wanted to be as sensitive as possible to the modern day, real life readers, and not hurt them by using terms which would have been acceptable then but are certainly not acceptable now. (A whole code for speaking about homosexuality existed at the time, ranging from the gentle “Is he musical?” or “Does she like Achilles?” to words I would just never use whether they’re historically accurate or not.) Anna, as we see, has strong feelings about not only romance with women but friendship and alliance with women, and female pronouns to her feel like another way of expressing that alliance, even while she wants to be true to herself and express her complex and beautiful identity as fully as she can. 

ariadnebridgestock said: hello cassie!! I was incredibly touched by how understanding and supportive Cecily and Gabriel were about Anna so I was wondering, will we be seeing other support that Anna receives from the rest of her family, like her brother Christopher, her aunts and uncles and her cousins and family friends like the Fairchilds etc?  thank you for taking your time to answer questions! 

archerondale said: Hi, Cassie! I was just wondering- what does the Clave think about Anna wearing man's clothes and preferring women?

EET is set two years before TLH, so in 1903 Anna's already openly living a fabulous lifestyle in her own abode in Percy Street, and her family and friends are all fully aware and supportive of her lifestyle. We will see her family support her, though not every single one of their specific reactions to her starting to dress as she prefers, as that's well in the past. Everyone responds with love, in their characteristic ways, so we see Matthew, a loving and fashionable friend, giving her his clothing: Christopher, her sweet and science-minded brother, offering to perform a saving act of science (Christopher would blow up the Tower of London to make Anna feel better, any day of the week). Everyone offers support in their own way. Lucie asks to hear about Anna's scandalous love life so she can write about romance in her novels. James reads up on people like Julie d'Aubigny, who dressed as a man, fought duels, and liberated her lady beloved from a nunnery. 

However, the Clave as a whole, and even the Enclave in London, is vaguely horrified by what Anna's up to, but Anna's helped out by the attitude that what Anna's doing can barely be true--there is a myth that Queen Victoria refused to believe in women feeling passion for other women, which reflects the prevailing attitudes of the time (which again, aren't the same as Shadowhunter attitudes, but Shadowhunter attitudes are influenced by the world) that love between women didn't happen, or if it did, didn't count (Unlike sex between men, lesbianism was not illegal in 1903). 

That said, in 1902 (after EET, before TLH) society became interested in “sexology”--examining the different kinds of sexual attractions and activities that existed, and the terms sapphic and lesbian came into more common use. Lesbian activity wasn't criminalized in the same way as gay activity (though the denial of women's sexuality is a problem in itself): Oscar Wilde's fate would not happen to a woman, though as we see with Ariadne there was still horrible pressure to conform. During this same period, Vita Sackville-West (later, Virginia Woolf's lover) and Violet Keppel, the daughter of King Edward's mistress, were involved in a schoolgirl romance, but Violet's mother urged concealment and both were to go on to marry men. You can read their love letters here:

Oh, Mitya, come away, let’s fly, Mitya darling —  let’s go away and forget the world and all its squalor — let’s forget such things as trains, and trams, and servants, and streets, and shops, and money, and cares and responsibilities. Oh god! how I hate it all — you and I, Mitya, were born 2000 years too late, or 2000 years too soon.

:(

Anna insisting on living openly, dressing the way she wants and publicly loving who she wants, has created something of a sensation in the Enclave society. Sona's worried about Cordelia consorting with the infamous Anna: Mrs Bridgestock is appalled by the idea of Anna, now living so scandalously, approaching Ariadne. Many mothers are whisking aside their children and many proper Shadowhunters are shunning Anna. London society says Anna should be got under control, or that they should stop her from fighting because it's given her ideas: all manner of microaggressions are visited upon Anna, but Anna prefers to steadfastly ignore them (not that they don’t bother her or add up over time — this is just her particular coping strategy). Sometimes she trots off to Paris if they annoy her. But the fact she's learned to just avoid or not think about unpleasantness may become a problem for her, later, since eventually unpleasantness that she can't avoid does come and she has to face it.

Still, the constant love and support from her influential family and friends is very helpful, not just emotionally but socially: it matters that Charlotte's the Consul, that her Uncle Gideon is influential in the Clave, that her beloved Uncle Will is Head of the London Institute and loves and looks out for her. With them standing by her, the Clave has been able to mostly overlook Anna--maybe she's just going through a wild phase! Even the Consul's son Matthew is running wild, what will become of the children! They say nasty things sometimes, and Anna isn't invited to the most proper parties, and Anna DEFINITELY wouldn't be able to wield political power within the Clave or marry a really respectable Shadowhunter boy (luckily...Anna isn't at all in the market for a husband), but Anna's extremely popular with the younger set and well-supported by the older set. Which is all to say: as it has been for people like Anna in many generations and many places, one can create a society within a society where you feel comfortable. She is lucky that her own family home and the homes of her friends are places she can feel comfortable (the same is not true for Ariadne, for instance) but outside of those safe spaces, there are places where she would (and is) stared at, commented on, and subject to prejudice. 

* One of the fascinating things about LGBT+ history is the way there have always been subcultural spaces where the non-straight and non-cis were able to carve out networks of neighborhoods, bars, clubs, salons and spaces where they felt safe and were able to be open. I don’t just keep mentioning Paris randomly: neighborhoods in Paris were a lesbian and gay haven during the Belle Epoque — one of those subcultural places I was talking about, where Anna and other non-binary and LGBT+ people could feel comfortable. Fin de siecle society in Paris included bars, restaurants and cafes frequented and owned by lesbians, such as Le Hanneton and le Rat Mort, Private salons, like the one hosted by the American expatriate Nathalie Barney, drew lesbian and bisexual artists and writers of the era, including Romaine Brooks, Renee Vivien, Colette, Djuna Barnes, Gertrude Stein, and Radclyffe Hall. One of Barnes's lovers, the courtesan Liane de Pougy, published a best-selling novel based on their romance called l’Idylle Saphique (1901). Descriptions of lesbian salons, cafes and restaurants were included in tourist guides and journalism of the era, as well as mention of houses of prostitution that were uniquely for lesbians. Toulouse Lautrec created paintings of many of the lesbians he met, some of whom frequented or worked at the famed Moulin Rouge. — Wikipedia

Sounds like a great place and we’ll definitely be visiting :)

[parkerslatte]

Come Back To Me

Christopher Lightwood x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: near death experience. mentions of injury and blood.

Summary: While Christopher is close to death, Y/N is the only one who can save him.

Shadowhunter Chronicles Masterlist

•••

Y/N watched the knife fly through the air and embed itself into Christopher’s shoulder. A scream echoed around her and Y/N didn’t realise that she had made it herself. She was running to where Christopher had collapsed on the floor, his glasses knocked on the floor beside him, the lens cracked. His face was contorted in pain as Cordelia kneeled down to him. As Y/N collapsed next to him she immediately felt the tears spring to her eyes. 

As if he could sense her next to him, Christopher opened his eyes and looked at Y/N. No matter how much he tried to hide it, Christopher was in a lot of pain, it showed clearly in his violet eyes. The knife still protruded from his shoulder.

“Y/N,” Christopher said but his eyes were focussed on Tatiana. She wore a wicked smile.

Cordelia stood up and chased after her as she ran leaving Y/N and Christopher alone. Once she was gone, Christopher reached out for her hand and gripped it with surprising strength. 

“Does it hurt?” Y/N asked. She knew it was a stupid question but she didn’t care.

Christopher couldn’t find it within himself to lie to her as he nodded and groaned at the movement. 

“What happened?” Anna asked as she fell to the ground beside her brother. 

“He jumped in front of Cordelia,” Y/N answered, her hand gripping the smallest amount. 

Anna brushed his hair out of his eyes. Christopher’s eyes jumped from Y/N to Anna before slowly scanning everyone approaching around him. Cordelia was nowhere to be seen. 

“Is Cordelia okay?” Christopher asked.

“She’s fine,” Y/N said. “She went after Tatiana.”

“Someone should go with her,” Christopher said as he tried to sit up, which only caused him to yell out in pain. 

Anna tried to sooth him while Y/N pushed him back gently to lie on the floor. “Cordelia is strong. She will be fine.”

Christopher only nodded and closed his eyes, his breathing becoming more ragged. “I’m tired,” he mumbled.

“This isn’t the place for a nap,” Anna said, trying to joke but it didn’t come out the way she intended. 

“Just give me…” Christopher said, his voice breathless. “Just give me a minute.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed. “He shouldn’t be this tired. He’s barely bleeding.”

Her and Anna shared a look as the Lightwood girl passed Y/N a knife and Y/N immediately cut away at Christopher’s shirt, exposing where the knife pointed out of his shoulder. Everyone stilled.

Black veins spiralled out from the wound and began to spider out across his chest, close to his heart. Christopher’s chest rose and fell rapidly, as if he couldn’t get enough oxygen into his body. 

“The blade was poisoned,” Y/N confirmed. “Christopher, don’t close your eyes.”

His beautiful eyes opened the smallest amount, looking directly at Y/N. “I’ll try.”

Y/N tried to give him a reassuring look but she couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “My bag, I need my bag.”

“What bag?” Ariadne asked from beside Anna.

Y/N couldn’t answer, her words were stuck in her throat as she looked down at Christopher who fought to keep his eyes locked on her.

It was James who answered. “Antidotes for different poisons. That’s what’s in her bag.”

“It’s not here,” Y/N said, her tears falling freely. “I didn’t think I needed it.”

Christopher’s breaths became more laboured and few and far between. The grip he firmly had on Y/N’s hand had slackened and he was barely clutching it, his skin grew colder. 

“There is one here,” James said, as if remembering. “In my old room, you asked me to keep in in case of an emergency.”

Y/N didn’t think twice before shooting up and running through the institute. Her legs burned but she didn’t care, her pace didn’t slow for a second. If she lost Christopher, she would never get to tell him how she feels. If she lost Christopher, she would never sit by and watch his experiments explode in his face while she sat and laughed at the surprised expression that blessed his face. If she lost Christopher, Y/N would lose herself. 

Once she made it to James’s old room, she ran over to the cabinet in the corner and threw it open, it shook from the force. The bag was still in the same position she had put it years ago. Once she secured it in her tight grip, she was sprinting back through the institute.

As she made it outside, she had noticed Lucie and Jesse now standing to the side, Lucie crying freely. In the distance she saw Thomas and Alastair sprinting towards where the group crowded.

Y/N fell down on the ground next to Christopher, bashing her knee against the ground and pain shot up it but she didn’t care. Her focus was on Christopher. The black veins had spread even further across his chest, now dangerously close to his heart. 

“I need to remove the knife,” Y/N whispered. 

Christopher’s eyes were not open anymore. They were closed as if he were sleeping peacefully. His chest barely moved and his breathing was incredibly shallow. Y/N knew he didn’t have long left.

“Then do it,” Anna said, not tearing her gaze away from her brother's face.

With shaking hands, Y/N clutched the handle of the knife and removed it from his shoulder. Blood immediately flowed from the wound and across his chest. Y/N pressed her hand against it causing Christopehr to inhale sharply. Good, she thought. He was still aware.

The blood ran between her fingers as she tried to stop it as she turned to her bag and flipped it open with one hand. 

“I don’t know what poison she used,” Y/N said, pulling out different vials. 

By now Thomas and Alastair were standing just behind Y/N, Thomas collapsed next to Y/N. 

“I don’t know what poison it was,” Y/N said, her vision becoming clouded by tears as she desperately tried to find an antidote that would work. 

There were many different antidotes in the bag but she knew exactly what each of them could be used for. Christopher didn’t have the time for her to check them all. 

“I don’t know…” Y/N cried. “I don’t know how to help him.”

His blood painted her whole hand and wrist red. His chest was still. Y/N’s head snapped to him.

“No, no, no, no,” Y/N muttered. “Christopher, wake up!”

There was no response. 

Y/N screamed as everyone cried. She felt Thomas shake with sobs behind her. She couldn’t let Christopher die. She couldn’t let him.

Y/N removed her hand away from his wound and dug through the bag until she reached the bottom. There was one vial smaller than the rest, it was one she had never used and had forgotten about. It was the only chance to save Christopher. 

She pulled the cap off and poured it onto the wound and rubbed it in, smearing blood across his chest in the process. 

Y/N fell forward, rested her head on his cold chest. “Please…” she begged. Not just to Christopher, but to any force that could save him.

“Please wake up,” Y/N muttered. “If not for me than for Anna. For Thomas. For James. For Matthew. For everyone.”

Y/N closed her eyes as she silently cried upon Christopher’s chest. If he died then she would too. Nothing could move her from his body. 

If he didn’t wake up, she would never see his beautiful eyes again. She would never see his shy smile whenever she complimented one of his experiments. She would never see how his eyes would light up when he spoke about anything to do with science. She wouldn’t hear his laugh or the way he spoke when he was just with her. She wouldn’t get to hug him or kiss his cheek to make him a flustered mess. She would never get to see the person she loved more than anything again.

“Please, wake up,” Y/N croaked out. 

There was only the sound of sobs and sniffles, other than that it was silent as the world seemed to stand still. 

Time only seemed to resume when Y/N felt the smallest, shallowest movement.

“Y/N,” Thomas whispered from behind her. “Look.”

Y/N opened her eyes and lifted her head from Christopher’s chest. The black veins began to retract back to the wound in his shoulder before coming out in black bursts that trickled down his side until nothing was left. 

Thomas’s stele was in hand as he began to draw many iratzes on Christopher’s arm. Colour came back to his face and everyone watched in amazement. 

Christopher’s eyes opened the smallest amount, his eyes locking on Y/N’s. “Y/N…”

They fell closed again as he was pulled back into unconsciousness. His chest fell up and down rhythmically. He was simply just asleep. 

***

Belial was gone. Tatiana was gone. And Christopher lay in an infirmary bed. The blood had been cleaned from his face and body. There was a scar from where the blade dug in deep. Y/N only wished that she would rid him of it, rid himself of the memory. 

While everyone stayed in London, Y/N was the only one to go through the portal to Idris. Y/N wanted to stay and help but with her shattered kneecap, she was in no position to help. And they all felt reassured that she could explain everything that happened to Christopher. 

Y/N would never forget the look on Gabriel and Cecily’s faces as Christopher was wheeled through the portal. Despite Y/N knowing he was only in a deep sleep, he looked dead. His blood covered his chest and he was deathly pale, despite some colour returning to his face. She would never forget the tight hugs Christopher’s parents gave her when she explained the whole story. 

She sat next to his bed, her hand clutching his. Ever since he had arrived, she had barely moved only to allow the silent brothers to look over him. He still hadn’t woken up but she occasionally felt his fingers twitch in his sleep. She wondered what he dreamt about. 

It was two days before Christopher finally woke up. Y/N was still by his side reading a book aloud to him. She was in the middle of a sentence when he spoke up, his voice hoarse. 

“Can you start it again? I like this story.”

Y/N’s head snapped to look at him and found him looking at her, smiling. 

“You’re awake,” Y/N said, tears brimming her eyes. She moved to sit on the edge of his bed as he beckoned her closer. 

“You saved me,” Christopher said, clutching her hand in his. 

“I thought I lost you,” Y/N said. “There was a moment where you stopped breathing.”

“You saved me,” Christopher repeated, squeezing her hand. 

Y/N smiled. “I would stop at nothing to save you.”

Christopher sat up. The silent brother told Y/N that he would still ache for a while during the healing process so Y/N quickly helped him sit up, propping a pillow behind his back. 

When he was fully sat up, Christopher reached forward and cupped Y/N’s cheek and wiped away the tear she didn’t know had escaped. She leant into his touch.

“I am never letting you leave me again,” Y/N said. 

“Good,” Christopher said. “Because I don’t want you to leave me.”

Y/N leaned forward and rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes, savouring the moment. “When you stopped breathing, I thought I would never have this opportunity.”

“What opportunity?” Christopher questioned.

Y/N sighed. “To tell you that I am in love with you.”

Christopher smiled. “I am glad I lived to hear you say that, because I am in love with you too.”

Before Y/N had the chance to respond, Christopher pressed a kiss to her lips. Y/N kissed him back with just as much love and compassion he kissed her with. 

Y/N broke it soon after to simply wrap him in a hug, burying her head into his neck, careful to avoid where his shoulder ached the most. 

Christopher’s arms wrapped around her waist and hugged her back tightly, not caring at all about the ache in his body.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. “For saving me.”

“I would save you a million times over just for you to come back to me,” Y/N said. The sound of his heart beating was a welcome one.

“I will always come back to you,” Christopher said and the two remained together on the infirmary bed. Nothing could harm them if they were together.

[imagination-is-key-in-my-world]

Soul-mates

Request : A soulmate au with Alec would be super cute 😍 like maybe the reader gets hurt somehow and physical contact with soulmates helps heal or something?? And both the reader and Alec are trying to resist the soulmate pull cause they don’t get along at first but then just super fluffy and cute. Does that make sense? 😂❤️ (ANONYMOUS)

Summary : Have you ever heard of the bond that a Soul-mate can have? Imagine a Parabati bond but stronger, imagine healing within seconds because someone touched you. Well imagine how hard that must be when you get hurt but the one person who can help you, hates you.

Warnings : Strong language in parts. Magnus is a clear Disney Fan.

Pairing : Alec Lightwood x Reader

Word Count : 2,861

“Get off of me!” Alec yelled at you, shaking your free hand from his arm as you tried to help him up. It was the first mission that required the whole team's participation as the institute was alerted that Valentine and Jonathan Christopher were seen tracking down a Warlock in this particular area.

Alec had been cornered, and he was unwilling to let you help him out of his rough patch. In fact, he seemed irritated at your eagerness to help. You had been aware lately that there was this almost magnetic pull that drew you to him. But it was definitely one sided. Alec couldn't stand to be around you. He also hated it when people thought that he was weak. “I can do it myself!” pulling himself up and shooting an arrow in your direction. “Alec!” You cried, closing your eyes tight as you thought it was going to hit you. However, the impact never came. Instead the arrow flew passed your head and struck one of Valentine's forsaken smack bang in the centre of his chest. For a second, you thought that your eyes locked with his. Knowing it was a crazy assumption you slapped the thought away. This was Alec, the boy that flipped you off with his eyes, the boy who would make a sarcastic comment about any strategic plan that you had. Knowing full well that they were almost always successful, pissing him off even more. “Y/N!” Isabelle screamed from across the alleyway, advancing towards you with her whip at the ready. “Get down!” And yet it was too late, the impact of a sharp instrument entered your back and poked out through your chest. You watched stunned at what had happened. Noticing the blood drops hitting the floor at the end of the blade. Everything was quiet as Jace, Isabelle and Clary ran towards you. You could see the scene play out, plenty of screaming and crying. “Y/N?” But, Jace's voice was the only thing that broke through the silence at first, “Alec help me help her up will you?” “No.. I c-” Alec's stern voice was the last thing you heard before you fell into Jace's arms.

**

“There's my little girl!” Luke laughed when he saw you try to walk for the first time. “You can do it, come on.” The room was filled with muffled cheers, as they tried their hardest not to startle you. Your mother Jocelyn was eyeing you with a mixture of fear and pride, “Don't push her too hard Luke, she will walk when she is ready.” Clary was dangling a toy in front of your face as if you were a dog, guiding you towards her step father Luke. “She is getting better at this daddy.” She wrapped herself into Luke's lap, watching her little sister lift herself up from the floor and stand unsteadily on both feet. Everyone cheered louder than they expected which startled you. Resulting in you landing back down onto your butt with a substantial thud. A small cry left your lips. “No no no,” Luke rushed over to you picking you up and cradling you in his arms as you rubbed your tiny fists against your eyes. Something was strange about this memory, it wasn't as if you were remembering it from the perspective of the younger version of yourself. It was as if you were present there too, stood in the room watching it all play out as if it were a movie. “Don't cry little one, it's okay. You are in a family of fighters. If you fall, you can always pick yourself back up again.” Luke spoke to the small girl in his arms. “Do you hear me Y/N, pick yourself back up again!” This time Luke was staring right at you, the spectator. “You fell. Now pick yourself back up!”

**

The words that were directed at you with so much fear, it startled you awake. When you opened your eyes you found yourself to be in a very familiar environment. The institute infirmary, but you were all alone. Lifting your head ever so slightly you gazed at the gauze taped around the middle of you chest. A sharp sting erupted from you body when you remembered what happened. “Ah!” Crying out as you tried to reach for the area. The monitor that you were wired up to started beeping like mad. The sudden movement to observe your situation caused a strong sense of pain travel through you body, resulting in an increase of your heart rate. Sometimes it was a good thing that you watched all of those doctor programmes on the television in your free time. “You will heal, but it will be hard and it will take some time. It's a pretty bad wound you got there.” Alec spoke up from the doorway, arms crossed, his usual authoritative stance. He turned around as quickly as he had appeared, he disappeared through the door. Part of you had thought that you had imagined him there the entire time. Maybe a hallucination from the pain and drugs that they had given you when your healing rune had failed. You couldn't help but feel saddened by the fact that Alec was this way with you. Clary, your sister, became a Shadowhunter (in training) when she was 18 in order to assist in finding the Mortal Cup. However, your dad Luke trained you to become a police officer, something your mother Jocelyn hated, but hated considerably less to you becoming a Shadowhunter. Once your mother had died, Luke panicked. He didn't know how to protect you any more, and doubted whether you joining the police was the right thing for you. Becoming a Shadowhunter was tough, you were starting late and the one person who was assigned to train you was Alec. Only problem was, he never liked you. You didn't know whether he felt bad because you knew what he had done or whether it was something more personal. Clary had told you on many occasions when you couldn't help but tear up over it, that it was just the way that he was. Over time you thought that his hatred would decrease, but it didn't. He point blank refused to train you when you told him that you found some of his instructions too difficult to comprehend. Calling you a pathetic invalid, “it's not my fault you cant understand the basics of battle training!”

**

“I have a theory, a theory that may help us to understand why she is not healing.” Magnus spoke from in front of you bed. It had been a couple of hours since you had woken to find the ignorant leader in the doorway of the infirmary. Magnus was one of your closest friends at the institute. You got on with everyone, but he always made you feel like you were special, acting more like an OLDER brother. “Have you tried using a Soul-mate bond?” “What on earth is a Soul-mate bond? You mean like a Parabati bond?” Jace said holding onto your hand and squeezing it, his other reaching for his rune on his torso. Magnus shook his head vigorously. “No this is different. This is like.. How should I put it,” he paused and we all watched as he searched for the right words, “Disney, yes Disney.” The grin on his face, obviously showed that he was satisfied with his answer. But by our confused gazes he had to continue. “In a Disney film, Snow White was brought back from death by her true love's kiss. Sleeping Beauty raised from a coma after pricking her finger on a spindle all because of a true love's kiss...” “Wow Magnus, you need to stop drinking.” You said laughing, then regretting it as it sent a stinging paint to your chest. “So what you're saying is, I need to kiss someone?” Your head fell down as you knew there was no hope of healing. “Fucking hell, never kissed a guy and now I have to be prostituted out across the institute to see if they can stitch me back together, yeah no thanks.” You mumble under your breath, hoping your sister doesn't pick up on your cynical behaviour. “Y/N!” She yelled, he clearly heard what you said, 'damn' you thought. “I know it's not ideal, but you need to heal.” “Come 'ere then, let me kiss you!” You mocked Clary, holding your arms out in front of you. “Ew no I'm your sister!” Her faced grimaced at your request. “Aha! Not nice is it when you have to kiss people you don't like!” You both burst out laughing and from the corner of your eye, he was there again. Standing in the doorway of the infirmary. For a split second, you thought you saw him smile. “Before anyone goes around kissing anyone!” Magnus was holding a book in his hand. “There may be another way. It doesn't have to be a kiss.” Jace leaned over to read the book that Magnus held in his hands, scanning the page that he had been reading from. “It says here that a Soul-mate can heal all wounds. Transfer pain from their partner by a simple compassionate touch.” His smile faded, “Looks like it isn't me then.” You knew he wasn’t upset by it, he was only trying to lift your spirits. “Maybe next time, Jace.” He squeezed your hand and sat back down.

**

Two days had passed and you were slowly started to feel yourself again, even though you still had a gaping hole in the middle of your chest. “Can I come in?” It was him, Mr Head of the Institute. “You make the rules, so whatever you want Mr Boss Man.” Your arms went behind your back as you tried to lift yourself into a sitting position. “Fuck me, that hurt,” you muttered as the pain shot through your entire body. “Hmm?” “Nothing, Alec. What brings you to my humble abode?” At least you didn't lose your sense of humour in the accident. “Why did you do it?” He broke the silence, but still keeping his distance from you. Your confused expression on your face gave little away. “Why did you continue to protect me in the mission.” Your shoulders shrugged while you weighed it out in your head. “It's what we do, we are Shadowhunters!” “Bullshit! The only other person you would do that for is Clary, and she wasn't far from me. Why protect me?” He eyed up the floor as if it was the most fascinating thing on the planet. “When all I’ve ever done is given you shit.” “Why is that?” Taking a sip of water from your cup, your mouth all of a sudden very dry. “Why do you always act like you hate me.” It was his turn to shrug his shoulders. “I don't know.” His voice cracked, something you have never heard before with him. “I guess I never forgave myself for what I did to Jocelyn. I wanted you to hate me the way that I hate myself each and everyday. So I teased you and ignored you most of the time. I made your life harder than everyone else's in training because I wanted you to hate me. Make you feel like I was pushing you too hard to be mean. But I also wanted you to learn how to protect yourself the best way you could.” A flash of guilt flooded his face as he edged slightly closer to your bed. “So you don't hate me?” He responded by shaking his head. “I don't hate you, just so you know. I don't blame you either, you know for my mum?” “But why? Why wont you and Clary hate me. I did something bad.” He sat at the edge of your bed close to tears. “I took away someone you loved.” There was yet another voice crack. Hearing him confess like this did soften your heart. You weren't lying. You didn't hate him, but you also couldn't forget what you saw on the footage. “It wasn't your fault Alec, it wasn't you.” The room was filled with sobs, but it wasn't his. They were yours, the sudden reflection on past memories burned at your gut. All of a sudden, there were arms wrapped around your body and lulling you, calming you, and smoothing over your hair. “Shhh,” he whispered letting out a few tears himself now that you couldn't see his weakness. You. “Alec?” You pulled away from him and he shot his head around wiping the evidence from his face. “I don't feel so good.” You said as your chest began to burn. The monitor was going crazy as your heart rate changed pace rapidly.  “What's happening to me?” Alec no longer cared that you were his weakness, he didn't care that you were now watching him cry as he called for help. Scared shitless that he was going to lose you. “Can I get some fucking help in here please!” Turning back to you and stroked your hair from your face. “It's gonna be okay Y/N. I'm not going anywhere, you're not going anywhere. You're staying with me okay?” The tears stung his eyes and his chest burned like mad, “stay with me!” he repeated before your eyes shut, and his face faded with everything turning black.

**

“Would you quit it, please!” You screamed as Alec threw you back down onto the mat just as you had regained your balance on your feet. “It hurts, and you're not giving me enough time to get ready.” “Really Y/N? No one and I repeat no one is going to give you enough time to get ready when we are under attack. They are not going to just stop, stand back, allow you to regain your bearings and then continue with the fight. That is not how real life works.” He yelled back at you. You hated training with Alec, he was far too rough with you. You had put a request in for Clary or even Jace to train you, but unfortunately they were both denied. “Okay I get it, but this isn't a battle. This is training and I am not going to learn if you don't ease up a bit.” You rubbed at your lower back as it trembled from the impact with the mat. Only to have your feet knocked out from under you sending you back down where you started. “I am not like you! For fuck's sake Alec!” “Fine, if you do not want to learn. Then you can find a new Shadowhunter to train your weak ass.” The last thing you saw was him walking out in a huff through the door. “Don't come crying to me when you die!” Tears filled your eyes as you pushed yourself up from the mat. Almost falling back down from the shear weakness of your body. “Oww!” Left your lips, hobbling towards your bag in the corner of the room. Lifting the strap onto your shoulder and limping out of the training room.

**

Alec's head shot up from where he was resting it against his arms on your bed. He had spent all night since you crashed out waiting for you to wake back up. He had only stirred what you moved slightly, which was pretty much the entire night. “Y/N?” Your eyes were now fluttering, threatening to open but when they did you instantly regretted it. The light burned your eyes. “Hey!” Alec whispered gripping your hand tighter, probably preventing the blood flow to your fingers. “how are you doing?” His free hand raised to your head and swiped the stray strands of hair from your forehead. “My own little sleeping white.” You snickered at his response. “That wasn't right was it?” You shook your head ever so slightly not wanting to move too much. “Ah well, not the point.” “What happened Alec? Why did I crash?” He simply pointed to your bandaged area but the bandage was no longer there. “Alec?” “Hey Soul-mate!” He had the biggest grin on his face as he placed a delicate kiss to your forehead. “You're all healed up now.” You began to shake your head, not truly convinced. “Nuhuh,” his eyebrows furrowed, “I haven't had my true love's kiss yet.” The corners of his lips rose to expose a cheesy smile. One that melted your heart but increased your smile. “Well in that case.” He slowly leaned down so that he was mere centimetres from your face, cupping your cheek with one hand but still holding tightly to yours with the other. The kiss was nothing like you expected it to be, you thought it was going to be rough like his fighting skills, but it was definitively a pleasant surprise. Slow and sweet and full of love. When he tried to pull away your hand shot to the back of his head, pulling him back down to continue the kiss. He was your Soul-mate after all.

[reality-exodus]

The Last Hours of a Herondale

Ch2 sparkles

Words:2k

Pairing: Matthew Fairchild x Fem!Herondale

I walked out on a fast pace without turning back or waiting for my brother's Parabatai. I was wearing my own coat now as I strolled down the alley to get on the bridge and find my way to the institute.

"He just worries you know" I heard, I could see Matthew walking behind me with the side of my eye, he was still holding his extravagant coat in hand. "And can you please stop rushing on my account I will get my alcohol, therefore I wish this was more scenic" Matthew joked. I admired the way he used his vocabulary always, sobber or not. I listened to his wish, my arms crossed across my torso, I was making this gesture to highlight my fury, although if I am being frank I was shivering to the freezing temperature of London.

"Didn't sincerely seemed like he was concerned about me, more like he did not have the mood to hear our father whine about his daughter to be wandering alone helpless in the streets of this horrific city, As if I am a damsel in distress." I barked, my nerves were still tense, I was too angry to concentrate on anything.

Matthew didn't reply immediately, he touched my shoulders carefully to place his coat on me, he observed my being cold. I tensed and reflexively turned to face him, shocked, not so much because of his gesture but with the fact that I felt as if I would see something. I always looked chill with my charisma therefore I was freaking out most of the time internally. "Do not worry, I know. It is not nice to watch another broken past." He assured me and I exhaled relieved lightly and placed my arms on the sleeves while he tied the belt around my waist gently.

"Its never the past that gets me unnerved. Even though I think I witness the worse of you every time you drink alcohol." I spoke and looked at him. I rarely seen his eyes so upclose. They were green, darker as if the reasons that got him drunk every day and night had shaded his eyes too.

"And what unnerves you?" He asked me. Despite the instability of his voice that seemed so familiar since he was more drunk than sober.

"When I see the future, I have only seen it a few times. Three to be honest." I spoke and looked elsewhere, I was scared to look for his comment or his eye contact, these were things I avoided speaking of, barely mentioned them to my parents. "I will get going it gets colder" I excused myself, expecting him into offering to escort me.

"I was leaving anyway, my beautiful bottle is right down this way." Matthew spoke and walked away from me. I smiled and started walking down the bridge.

The way there was peaceful and calming, I was gazing at the cloudy sky trying to make out at least a small, tiny star but the rain that started a few minutes ago was getting stronger. It felt nice, the droplets on the coat and on my hair made me colder but the feeling was refreshing as the wind blew as well. I placed my hand to the bottom of my chaotic braided bun and set it loose into the two braids and I started loosing them as well.

I was so peaceful and calm. Forgot about my fight with James, the vision of Polly, the demon splatter and the times I saw James disappear and Matthew almost lose his life. I opened the door and walked in unknown of the mess I was in. I hoped I wouldn't meet anyone. I only went inside Lucie's room, I hoped she would be awake. I knocked the door.

"Come in" her sweet voice sounded and poked my head in. "What happened to you? Where is James?" she asked, her voice sketched with concern as well as her expression, she stood up from her desk and approached me. We were the same height even though she was two years younger than me. Her hand got my wrist and pulled me inside her room. "If mama and papa see you, you'll scare them to death." She spoke.

"Nothing happened, we only killed a demon." I replied and threw my boots next to the door and walked to her mirror to witness myself the big deal. I, indeed looked horrible, my light brown hair were wet and filled with mud that made them stick together and my face had dirt as the rain spilled the light make up I wore. "James made it explode." I sighed.

"And why are you wearing Math's clothes?" she asked me. "You are shaking..." she noticed.

I smiled subconsciously as I took off the coat and let it fall on the ground. "He accompanied me up to a point on my way home and I was cold." I explained briefly as I started taking off the heavy and wet equipment. "Could I use your bathroom? I do not feel comfortable being on my own." I added with false hopes that she would not start the curiosity drill of questions.

"Why? What happened?" Lucie asked me as she assisted me, with great care to not trigger any seizure, to take off the rest of the equipment until I was with the underskirt.

"Nothing in particular." I spoke as I took her comb and started untangling the mass in my head trying to remove as much of mud as possible. I felt my sister's gaze upon my back and let out a sigh. She probably was the only person I was unable to keep secrets from. I was a pretty cold person therefore Lucie can read me, even though my pages are always blank. "Alright, I fought with James before I left. I was certainly right with my arguments. Perhaps, I was a bit harsh." I explained.

"Oh do not even worry, he won't remember it in the morning..." Lucie smiled lightly. "This is why you came here. To cover for him, so mom and dad won't know you returned alone?" her smile got bigger. She is such a sweet angel. When me and James fight she is more sad than we are. 'You are twins, you can't talk to each other like that, you are supposed to be two of a whole' she usually quotes and tries to stop our conflict which most of the time plays out into a best sarcastic comeback battle as we actually forgot what we fought about.

"You really think so?" I asked lightly and then walked into her bathroom as I started washing the mud from my face.

"Do you remember what you fought for?" asked Lucie and my smile disappeared lightly. "Well, since it is this serious, tell me about it." She encouraged me and I exhaled unwilling to so.

"Do not tell mama and papa... James started disappearing during the battle... It was a close call for me and Math, and especially for Math... After we killed it, we went at that stupid tavern they hang out... And I had a seizure with flashback. So we were kind of on edge both of us." I unriddle the events of the night as I filled the tub with water.

"I don't think you are worried that you spoke harsh to James. You are simply upset. Come on. Have your shower and I will get you some tea and then I can tell you about my book, so you take your mind off." Lucie giggled and I nodded with soft smile. I winked and nodded before she closed the door of the bathroom.

~

I came out of the tub and saw that my sister brought pajamas and underwear, freshly washed, they smelled vanilla and sandal wood. The clothes were mine. I wore them and walked out to the bed where I saw her laying with a book. "Feeling better?" she asked me and I nodded.

I climbed next to her on the bed and placed the book aside with a smile as she took her brush and removed the towel. Lucie began to brush my hair. I have curly and long hair, longer than hers, with the color of my father's while I had my mom's eyes, deep gray. The brush met a comb and she abruptly untangled it making me jump.

"I am careful, you know that" Lucie reassured me with a sweet smile, she knew I was anxious.

I didn't really felt when I fell asleep, I hugged Lucie's stuffed animal. Tomorrow would be a great day, the Carstairs would arrive. I was happy to see them, to see Daisy and Alastair again. I was probably the only one who found Alastair likeable but this didn't really matter, he didn't seem to care that much to converse with anyone. Us Herondales have a special place for the Carstairs family in our hearts. My father's parabatai was a Carstairs, uncle Jem became a silent brother under awful circumstances while he was on his death bed owing to a demons doings. I cannot imagine how my father was feeling back then, I do not have a parabatai like James has and like Lucie will soon have. I have a close relationship with Barbara and Anna Lightwood but none of them to a point to have such eternal and unbreakable bond.

Uncle Jem must be the only person I can talk to about the visions I see and not feel like a freak. The whole clave looks at me and my brother as if we are some kind of unexpressed danger against the Nephelim race. Even my mother and father are uncomfortable when we speak about it. Perhaps it is in my head. Uncle Jem always knows what to tell me to ease me and not make me feel... different from everyone else. Speaking of whom I had to summon him, I was obliged to report to him every single vision I had as well as the conditions it came under.

"Lina..." I heard in my sleep as I felt a soft shake. I turned around ignoring the voice and this is when the blanket was pulled violently from my figure. "Lina!"

"What!" I exclaimed disturbed and shot up.

"Get dressed we have to get breakfast the Carstairs will be here soon" Lucie spoke as she was literally jumping up and down on her mattress.

"Is James back?" I asked her.

"Yes he is." James replied and I turned my head to see our brother sitting in the arm chair on Lucies room, it was next to the pile of my dirty clothes.

"Oh Good morning" I greeted and sat up and leaned to the bedframe as I stared at him. The gash on his hand was fully healed and he looked well and rested.

"Oh Good morning to you too" He chimed therefore his expression was just like mine dead serious as we only stared at each other. I could sense Lucie darting her gaze between us.

"Now come on you two..." Lucie began when a ghost appeared in the middle of the room.

"Oh look at the two naughty Herondales following their father's footsteps once again. Stubborn as donkeys!" Jessamine floated in the room.

"Ah great, here were the commentary again." I spoke inside my teeth.

"Jealous much Lina? At least the ghost can form more ingenious sentences than you." James smiled at me. The revenge begun.

"At least the ghost has the intelligence to think before they speak nonsense." I smiled back, Lucie was saying we had the same facial features, even our teeth and expressional wrinkles were the same, everything except our eye-color. He had brown eyes, I had gray.

"At least the ghost has manners!" Jessamine whined at us. "Like father, they say..." she sighed and floated to the edge dramatically.

"Does she though?" James asked Jessamine and she turned her attention to him, her expression puzzled.

"You really do just barge in a room, that is really not lady like." I commented with a fake frown, my posture was suddenly fixed as I was remarking the good manners that my father always said were more important than anything else. She was the last Lovelace of her family name and now she was haunting my house.

"Uh Tessie really left your upbringing to Will didn't she?" Jessamine huffed in annoyance when my father opened the room.

"She indeed did, Jess. Aren't they adorably charming?" My father asked as he looked at us his eyes were smiling.

"So adorably charming that they get on my nerves almost as much as you do Herondale." Jessamine spoke up.

"Then I did a wonderful job." He smiled lightly and sat down on the bed next to me. "How did the hunt go? You must have returned late huh?" Will asked us. I could see his gaze searching for injuries or any sign that needed his attendance or an iratze.

"It went well actually. We found a Deumas demon" James spoke and then my father looked at me.

"And? What happened?" Will asked us, I could sense his enthusiasm.

"Well at first I was up the building watching Matthew and James. And they struggled a bit, so I thought I would step in." I smiled proudly and felt James' eyes on me.

"Yes, Lina stepped in and saved Math's ass..." James spoke and our mom stepped in.

"James! Language." She noticed and allowed him to keep going.

"She used the whip and injured it and lured it away from Math but then it cornered her and thankfully Thomas was there and assisted Lina." James continued and smiled at me.

"James recovered from the hit and he tried to kill it at first but then he had a gash on the hand during this attempt so me and Thomas kept it in line when my bright twin came slashed it and filled us with ichor and blood." I finished the story.

"And then we stayed at Devil's Tavern for a drink." James spoke up and looked at me.

"Or eight?" I lied with a giggle.

"Eight? Linette!" My mother exclaimed and made a move to touch my forehead and I pulled myself from the way.

"I am fine mom, I do not have temperature or something. I was only a bit dizzy and Luce offered to brew some lemon balm with anice to sooth my stomach." I exclaimed. They knew I was uncomfortable with physical contact.

"I was with her as well. And so were the boys its really not big deal, or the first time it happens" James tried to cover for me but he earned an almost infuriated gaze from our father.

"Well it isn't that bad..." Lucie intervened.

"Well I was celebrating the demon victory. And then I got entinced by the drunks around me?" I smiled and my father shook his head. "I know I am a girl and I shouldn't- ." I started off and then saw my parents exchange a look.

"Lina... It is not that. Honestly I couldn't care less what each one of those pretentious Clave members has to say about me, my wife, my children or my parabatai. Both me and your mother have been through the gossiping and it doesn't real phase us, it never did. We just want you to be safe." My father spoke and carefully took my hand I exhaled as I realized I was still wearing gloves.

"I don't see you preaching my twin about these. But anyway, I see your points and your concerns." I spoke and gave him a light smile and removed my hand. If you'll excuse me. I must get prepared for breakfast." I excused myself to go to my room. I didn't know how I felt and suddenly I wasn't in the mood of socializing either. Even if it was with the Carstairs.

[gay-gay-very-gay]

Masterlist

Other;

Dialogue(quote) Writing Prompts

Imagine Writing Prompts

Who do I write about?

Imagine making someone laugh  - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16

Brendon Urie:

Imagine talking with Brendon over Face-time

Imagine Brendon being on radio and has been saying some stuff about you and you call in and he realize you heard it all

Imagine dating Brendon and him playing around and being all cute and funny

Jack Wilder(NYSM):

Imagine playing video games with Jack

Brooklyn Nine-Nine ;

Amy Santiago:

Imagine Amy’s reaction to her asking you out and you saying yes

Jake Peralta:

Imagine always joking around with Jake

Doctor Who;

The 9th Doctor (Christopher Eccleston):

Imagine The 9th Doctor hearing you talk bad about yourself

The 10th Doctor (David Tennant):

25“Please, don’t leave.” 28 “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

The 11th Doctor (Matt Smith):

Imagine telling you boyfriend, The Doctor, that you’re pregnant

Imagine inviting you boyfriend, The Doctor, to a dinner with your friends

Imagine the look on The Doctor’s face the first time he sees you

Imagine getting new glasses but you don’t think you look good in them so The Doctor helps you

Imagine trying to study and The Doctor encouraging you

53 & 17 with 11th Doctor x reader “I almost lost you.” “I will never apologize for saving your life, even if it costs me my own.”

Imagine dating The Doctor and getting mad when Amy kisses him

Gotham;

Jim Gordon:

Imagine Jim complimenting you

Grimm;

Nick Burkhardt:

Imagine cuddling with Nick on the sofa after a long day

Harry Potter;

Draco Malfoy:

Imagine being sassy to Draco and he likes it

Imagine Draco sending you notes in class

Drarry:

Drarry moments

Hermione Granger:

Imagine being jealous that Hermione is dating Ron because you like her

Imagine going on a date with Hermione

Justice League;

Wonder Woman (Diana Prince):

Imagine kissing Diana

Lucifer (fox);

Lucifer Morningstar:

Imagine Lucifer showing you his real eyes

Marvel;

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier):

Imagine going to homecoming with Bucky

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow):

Imagine training with Nat for the first time and she’s flirting with you

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)(Tom Holland):

Imagine finding out that Peter is Spider-Man

Tony Stark (Iron Man):

Imagine Tony telling you he’s Iron Man

Merlin;

Arthur:

Imagine Gwaine showing off to you and Arthur gets jealous

Imagine seeing Arthur kiss Gwen even though he’s dating you

Gwaine:

Imagine Gwaine asking you out and you say yes

Imagine Gwaine being jealous

Leon:

Imagine dating Leon and being sassy to Gwaine

Merlin:

Imagine Merlin knowing that you love when he raises his eyebrows so he does it all the time

Imagine Merlin hearing that you got hurt

Imagine Arthur figuring out that Merlin likes you

Once Upon A Time;

Emma Swan:

Imagine Emma throwing you a surprise birthday party at Granny’s

Killian Jones/Hook:

Imagine Hook coming to your rescue when you’ve been kidnapped

Peter Pan:

Imagine Peter checking you out

Regina Mills/Evil Queen:

Imagine telling Regina that you like her… a lot

One Day At A Time;

Elena Alvarez:

Imagine going with Elena to homecoming

Scorpion;

Toby Curtis:

Imagine introducing Toby to your friends

Shadowhunters(TMi);

Izzy Lightwood:

Imagine Izzy telling Simon and Jace that she got your number after she heard them arguing about who was gonna ask you out

Sherlock;

Sherlock Holmes:

Imagine John finding out that Sherlock and you are dating

Supernatural;

Castiel:

Imagine you and Cas fighting and Cas gets sad

Dean Winchester:

Imagine Dean teasing you about how you look when you fangirl

Imagine wanting go with Dean on a hunt but he says no

Imagine Demon Dean having a soft spot for you

Imagine Dean getting jealous when someone flirts with you

18 with Dean x reader “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…”

Gabriel:

Imagine Gabriel listening to you complaining about how bored you are

Jensen Ackles:

Imagine Jensen and Jared on set trying to make you laugh

Imagine making Jensen laugh while he’s on set

Imagine making Jensen laugh while he’s on set #2

Imagine Jensen flirting with you while on set

Lucifer:

Imagine telling Sam and Dean that you are dating Lucifer

Imagine Lucifer meeting you for the first time and instantly falling in love

Sam Winchester:

Imagine telling stupid jokes to Sam while he’s doing research

Imagine Sam asking you out

Teen Wolf;

Derek Hale:

Imagine Derek trying to tell Stiles you’re dating

Imagine Scott talking to you about Derek

Imagine having a movie night with Derek

Imagine Derek’s reaction the first time he meets you

Imagine yours and Derek’s first time

Imagine making Derek laugh and Stiles is very confused

Scott McCall:

Imagine telling Scott jokes in class

Sterek:

A conversation between Stiles and Scott

Stiles Stilinski:

Imagine Stiles asking you out on a date and you say yes

Imagine Stiles always complementing you because he knows you have low self-esteem

Imagine walking home late at night and texting Stiles

Imagine asking Stiles out on a date

Theo Raeken:

Imagine Theo flirting with you while you’re trying to help him study for a test

The Flash;

Barry Allen:

Imagine Barry being really protective over you

Grant Gustin:

Imagine Grant sending you snapchats

The Kissing Booth;

Noah Flynn:

Imagine Noah checking you out while you’re in the library reading

The Vampire Diaries;

Damon Salvatore:

Imagine Damon finding out you have a crush on him

Imagine buying kittens and Damon starts to cuddle with them

Imagine Stefan meeting you(Damon’s girlfriend) for the first time

Imagine Damon trying to ask you out

Jeremy Gilbert:

Imagine Elena finding out you’re dating her brother Jeremy

Imagine your older brother Damon finding out you’re dating Jeremy

Imagine your older brother Stefan finding out you’re dating Jeremy

The Originals;

Klaus Mikaelson:

Imagine Klaus flirting with you

Imagine taking a stroll in the city with your boyfriend Klaus

Rebekah Mikaelson:

Imagine going on a date with Rebekah

YouTube;

Dan Howell(Danisnotonfire):

Imagine Phil walking in on you and Dan in the bedroom

Imagine being on your period and Dan coming in and seeing you cry

Imagine trying to get Dan and Phil to wear flower crowns and they finally agree

Imagine Phil confronting Dan about liking you and Dan just laughs it off but Phil knows

Imagine Phil teasing Dan about his face when he sees you

Imagine bumping in to your ex on the street while shopping with Dan and him flirting with you, making Dan very jealous

Imagine Dan doing a live stream and noticing that you’re watching #1

Imagine Dan doing a live stream and noticing that you’re watching #2

Imagine making Dan laugh while he’s filming

Imagine Dan and Phil being out in public and Dan is goofing around and then he sees you

Imagine Dan doing a live stream and he hears you singing “Kiss me” by Ed Sheeran

Imagine Dan having a nightmare about you two breaking up and realizing that it wasn’t a dream

Imagine Dan trying to get you to bed

Imagine Dan hearing you talk about hot you think Draco is and he gets jealous and tries to look like him

Imagine going on a road trip with Dan, Phil and some other Youtubers

Imagine Dan always playfully flirting with you (even though he’s being completely serious)

Imagine being mad at Dan for something and he tries to cute his way out of it

Imagine laughing at a really stupid joke and heart-eyes Howell appears

Imagine you coming in while Dan’s talking to someone

Imagine being with Dan at Joe’s house while they film Youtuber Whispers 4

Imagine being with Dan at an interview

Imagine Dan and Phil filming PINOF 6 and Dan trying to make you laugh

Imagine talking to Phil about what you and Dan did last night and almost sharing a bit too much

Imagine skyping with Dan and him doing stupid stuff to make you laugh

Imagine telling really bad puns and jokes just to make Dan laugh

Imagine having a staring contest with Dan and making him laugh so you’ll win

Imagine Dan finally admitting to you that he likes you

Imagine Dan trying to deny to Phil that he likes you

Imagine Dan doing a live stream and getting asked if he thinks you’re hot and then him seeing you are watching

Imagine playing “Hello Internet” for Dan just to mess with him

Dan Seeing you for the first time vs. when you’ve been dating for a while

Imagine your text conversation with your best friend

Imagine skyping with Dan and friends and he falls in love instantly.

Imagine your first kiss with Dan

Imagine falling asleep in a Skype call with dan and him hearing you snore

Imagine your text conversation with Dan when he’s sleeping and you’re not

Imagine vlogging your day with Dan

Imagine celebrating Christmas with Dan

Phan:

Imagine Dan and Phil’s texting conversations #1

Imagine Dan and Phil’s texting conversations #2

Imagine Dan and Phil baking in private

Imagine walking in on Dan and Phil kissing

Imagine Dan and Phil introducing you to their new dog

Phil Lester(Amazingphil):

Imagine the advice Phil gives you when you’re mad at your friends

Imagine you and Phil kissing for the first time

Imagine Phil trying to cheer you up when you’re sad

Imagine Dan being Phil’s wingman

Imagine Phil sending snapchats to you while he’s filming

Imagine skyping with Phil and roasting him

Imagine Phil doing a live stream and talking about how you two met

Ethan Nestor(Crankgameplays):

Imagine acting jealous whenever Mark or Tyler does something to Ethan

Imagine watching Ethan play a game and he keeps dying

Imagine giving Ethan a flower crown

Imagine Ethan getting flustered every time someone mentions you

Imagine telling Ethan jokes

Imagine Facetiming with Ethan

Jacksepticeye(Anti):

Imagine Jack trying to encourage you to do homework. But when you ask for help he has no idea how

Imagine being a YouTuber and being best friends with Mark, Séan and Felix

Imagine Anti flirting with you

Imagine telling Jack jokes

Imagine playing games with Jack and killing him

Incorrect Jacksepticeye #1

Joe Sugg(Thatcherjoe):

Imagine watching Joe fix his hair before a video

Markiplier(Dark):

Imagine talking with Markiplier on Skype (when it’s actually Darkiplier)

Imagine being a dancer and Mark is always trying to show you he can dance too(even though he can’t)

Imagine playing games with Markiplier

Signe(Wiishu):

Imagine going out on adventure with Signe

Thomas Sanders:

Imagine doing Thomas’ makeup

Smosh;

Anthony Padilla:

Imagine being on a date with Anthony

Ian Hecox:

Imagine skyping with Ian

Smosh Games;

Damien Haas:

Imagine dating Damien and playing ‘Human: Fall flat’ with Smosh Games

Smosh squad;

Shayne Topp:

Imagine Shayne introducing his girlfriend

[millllenniawrites]

Yours (Jace Wayland x Reader)

Hello angels! I promise, I’m still here. Things are better now. 

I’m sorta kinda happy with this, and I figured I’d post it. It totally ignores everything that is canon, both in the Mortal Instruments and in Shadowhunters. Clary doesn’t exist. Oops. 

I just recently started watching the Flash, so if anyone wants some Barry Allen reader inserts, feel free to request! I’m slowly working through the Cassian requests, but it’s slow. I seem to have lost his character a little bit. I’ll see what I can do. 

I love you guys. I really do. Thank you for being amazing. 

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Masterlist __

Requested: Nope

Pairing(s): Jace Wayland / Morgenstern / Herondale / Lightwood x Reader

Words: 600ish

Warnings: Feels? 

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“So, I’ve gathered you all here today for a reason.” Jace fidgets, so unlike him, and a small part of your brain worries about what he is going to say.

You stand in a crowd of your family, your friends, and everyone else that you know at the New York Institute.

“Today is the anniversary of the day that I met the love of my life.” Jace smiles at you, and you feel yourself straighten. “This room was the site of the first time we ever spared, and the first time she kicked my ass.” Laughter titters through the crowd.

“It wasn’t the last!” You hear Izzy call out.

Jace ducks his head, your favorite smile of his on his lips, “Very true. But that’s not the point of today.

“The point of today is that I am in love. Jonathan Christopher Wayland is in love. And I’m not exactly one to hold back.” He winks at you, and you can hear a vague threat coming from your ever-protective adoptive older brother, Alec.

Jace ignores his parabatai, “So, my love, can you come over here please?” He extends one hand to you.

You step forward, thankful that your surefooted rune from your previous mission hasn’t quite worn off yet. Your knees shake as you make your way out of the crowd to him.

Jace takes your hands in his own, “This is probably a huge risk, ‘cause we haven’t talked about this at all and now I have all of our friends and family her…” he trails off, meeting your eyes. “It’s a mundane tradition to exchange rings to signify an engagement—“ Your breath catches in your throat. “…and I know how fascinating you find their normal-ness, so I figured…”

You could have heard a pin drop as Jace gets down on one knee and pulls a small, velvet box from his pocket.

“In a world where nothing is easy and nothing is promised, you are the one thing that I am sure of. One of us could die tomorrow. Hell, one of us could die in an hour. I don’t want to spend another moment knowing that I could lose you without knowing that you are mine and that I am eternally yours. Will you marry me?”

Tears slip down your cheeks as you murmur, “Yes.” And Jace stands, wrapping you in his embrace,

Your family, friends, colleagues and boss all cheer and shout as Jace slips a beautiful gold band onto your ring finger. The unfamiliar weight feels like home.

“I love you.” Jace whispers.

“I love you more.” You counter with a giggle, the euphoria of this moment too much to contain.

“I love you most.” He takes your face in his hands as your tangle yours in the front of his shirt.

“Not possible.” You press your lips firmly to his, and the crowd around you disappears.

[parkerslatte]

The Shadowhunter Chronicles Masterlist

Last updated: 6th December 2023

Requests: Open

Key:

NSFW = s

ANGST = a

FLUFF = f

Current no. of fics: 6

Current no. of series: 1

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•• Matthew Fairchild ••

Unspoken Words (f/a)

Until The Flowers Wilt (f)

Never Let Me Go (a/f)

•• SERIES ••

Dalliance (f, a, s)

•• Christopher Lightwood ••

Nervous Encounters (f)

Come Back To Me (a/f)

Below The Stars (f)